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The Ranch {10}

An A Court of Thorns and Roses, Nesta x Cassian, Modern AU, fanfiction.

Collaboration: @throne-of-ashes-and-beauty x @tacmc

Summary: Nesta had spent years in Paris, living her dream and drowning in riches as a gourmet chef, capturing the hearts of the city and its people. But, after her father passes away unexpectedly and leaves his cozy, countryside B&B to his oldest daughter, Nesta is moving back home to the tiny town of Velaris, where the ranch, her sisters, and her father’s unfulfilled dream, awaits.

Sidenote: Being posted between two blogs, it is too chaotic to keep up with a tags list, so all chapters will be tagged with “#TheRanchNessian” & “#SharaCollab”.

A/N: enjoy!

The Ranch Masterlist

Cassian threw open the closet in the bedroom of his cabin. Sure, he’d spent quite a bit of time on minuscule dates and hanging out at the bar through the years, but it had been a while since he’d taken a woman out on a proper date.

And here he was, about to take Nesta, a fucking gourmet chef, to dinner. With an hour before he was supposed to “pick her up”, he still had no idea where they were going. He’d run through the list of restaurants in their little town a hundred times through his head as he went through his work that day, but none of them seemed good enough.

What also didn’t seem good enough were the shirts he was staring at. Maybe he’d just stay in what he was already wearing - the towel around his waist. She seemed to prefer him in such, anyways, considering the night they had spent together the day before.

And what a damn fantastic night it had been.

No, Cassian wanted their date to be perfect.

Once again, he stared at the line of shirts hanging in his closet.

He groaned and dragged his hand down his face before he walked across the room and texted Elain.

You busy?

He waited a minute, no reply to his text, and he was both impatient and short on time.

So he called her.

“You couldn’t even wait for me to text you back and tell you that I’m not busy?” Her voice was full of laughter as she answered the phone.

“Sort of in a rush and also freaking out,” he said, beginning to pace.

She was instantly on red alert. “What? Why? Are you okay?”

He shook his head, realizing he’d worried her for no reason. “Yes, I’m fine. I’m taking your sister out on a date tonight and I have no idea what to wear.”

He was met with silence on the other line.

“Elain?”

“I’m here, I’m...trying to make sense of what you just said.” She stuttered a second. “You said you’re taking Nesta on a date tonight?”

“Yes.”

“My sister, Nesta?”

“Yes,” Cassian said, with no chill. “And I’m in a hurry.”

“Taking Nesta out makes you cranky,” Elain muttered. “Okay, I’m here, what is it you need?”

“I don’t know what to wear.”

Another stretch of silence.

Cassian sighed, impatiently. “Elain.”

“Sorry,” she said, tone laced with laughter. “I just...You’re worried about what you’re going to wear?”

“Everything I have looks the same,” he mumbled.

“Then wear one of your fifty plaid shirts,” she laughed. “And your one pair of nice jeans.”

“Really?” He asked, grabbing one of his more expensive shirts from the closet. “But I wear this every day-.”

“She’s seen you everyday and has she ever had a problem with it?” she interrupted.

“I- No,” he admitted. “What kind of food does she like? I asked her to dinner and then I realized that she’s a chef and that nothing around here would be up to her standards.”

Elain paused, but finally said, “Do you trust me?”

Cassian hesitated, unable to hide the question in his voice. “Usually?”

She chuckled. “I’m going to send you an address. Don’t look it up, just trust me, okay?”

He blinked. Well, it was a better idea than he had. “Okay, sure. Yeah, I won’t look it up.”

Elain squealed. “Yay! Alright, stand by. I’ll text it to you now.”

Cassian breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Lainy, you have no idea how grateful I am.”

He could tell she was being genuine when she said, “Anything I can do to help! You both deserve to be happy, to have someone to cherish you and treat you right.” She sighed. “How’d you convince her to finally go out with you?”

Cassian debated on beating around the bush, but knew their families would find out anyways. “We, uh, sort of hooked up last night.”

Not to his surprise, he was met with more silence.

This time, Cassian waited it out. He put his phone on speaker then dropped his towel.

“And by hooked up, you mean…”

“Sex?” Cassian supplied, pulling on his boxers. “Yeah, and it was-.”

“I don’t wanna know.” The words rushed out of Elain so quickly that Cassian knew her cheeks were turning pink.

Cassian chuckled. “Fine. But, it was nice.”

“Were you drunk?” Elain asked, hesitantly.

Cassian rolled his eyes. “No. And she was still there when I woke up this morning, so.”

“Wow, I-.” She paused and repeated, “Wow. You know you’re supposed to take her out before you sleep with her, right?”

“Oh, ha ha.” He said, stepping into his jeans and buttoning them up. His voice was wistful at first. “I can’t help it, I just had to have her. And she actually made the move this time, not me.”

“I still don’t want to know,” she said, laughing. “Have fun, make good choices.”

“I’ll try,” he promised before saying goodbye and tossing the phone onto his bed. A moment later, when he was buttoning up his shirt, her text came through with an address.

He had no idea where she was sending them, and he was almost too scared to look it up, even if he hadn’t promised. After brushing out his hair with his fingers, he tied it at the back of his head and pulled on some socks, then his boots, and sighed.

“Beau!”

Beau came hurrying into the bedroom and up onto the bed, wagging his tail.

“How do I look?” Cassian asked, brows raised.

Beau barked.

“I assume that means you approve. Alright,” he said, grabbing his wallet off his nightstand and shoving it into his pocket. “I’ll be back in a little while. Don’t chew up anything...that’s not already chewed up, okay?”

He gave Beau a quick belly rub before strutting toward the front door.

He grabbed his keys and drove over to Nesta’s, hopping out and knocking on her door.

It only took a second for the door to swing open and Cassian’s mouth began to water.

The blue dress she wore was nothing fancy. On the contrary, it was its simplicity that let Nesta’s beauty shine.

Her golden-brown hair was in a simple braid, her brown sandals showing off her painted toenails. A soft pink, the same shade she wore on her full, beautiful lips.

She raised her brows as she said, “You’re staring. You’ve seen me every day for a while now. You can’t stare.”

“I can and I will,” he protested, meeting her eyes. “And it’s not the first time I’ve been caught staring at you.”

Nesta rolled her eyes as she grabbed her bag off the hook by the door. “Where are you taking me?”

She stepped out onto the porch and closed the door behind her as he hesitated. “Uh, it’s a surprise.” To us both.

She laughed quietly but said nothing more as they descended the stairs. Cassian opened the passenger side door and held out his hand to help her up, but she ignored it and hauled herself inside. With a chuckle, Cassian closed the door behind her and made his way behind the wheel before making his way down the long driveway.

Once they were out onto the main road, Cassian said, “You look beautiful.”

She didn’t look over at him as a small smile played on those pink lips. “Thanks. You don’t look too bad, either.”

Cassian grinned and turned on the radio, soft music filling the truck. He had already put the address into his GPS, but kept the volume down. He glanced at his phone every few seconds to make sure he was going the right way. The last thing he wanted was for Nesta to ask why he needed directions to know where they were going. What would his reply be? Oh, I called your sister because I was freaking the fuck out, thanks for asking, no big deal.

It was a conversation he wanted to avoid.

“What all did you do today?” he asked. “I didn’t see you around.”

“I was in the main house, prepping for painting,” she said, nodding. “That place needs to be updated before any guests start coming in. So, I taped, covered the carpets in plastic, and moved all furniture to the middle of the floors. Which, I should probably get a few new things there, too. I swear we grew up on shit made in the 1950s.”

Cassian snorted, then looked her direction. “You should’ve asked for help. I could’ve helped with the heavy lifting.”

She rolled her eyes. “I am perfectly capable of doing things on my own, thank you.”

Cassian shook his head as his eyes went back on the road ahead of him. “Trust me, I know.”

Her amused grin was radiant. “What about you? Any fun ranch stuff today?”

“Ranch stuff?” He chuckled. At her own laughter, he continued, “Nothing too crazy. Mostly made sure there was enough hay left for the horses over the weekend. And checked on Barb. She’ll be having her calf any day.”

“What? Really?” She turned to him. “It’s way too late in the year for calves.”

He nodded. “Yeah, that’s why I’m keeping such a close eye on her.”

His phone lit up, alerting him that they were approaching their destination. He looked around and chuckled, shaking his head. Leave it to Elain.

He pulled into the little parking lot of an old diner. The sign that read The Starlight Diner was lit up in neon lights. He parked in front of the little building before looking at Nesta to see her reaction.

She was staring at the diner before she turned to him. “You talked to my sister, didn’t you?”

Cassian hesitated, and she laughed. “We used to go here all the time,” she said, shaking her head. “I used to love this place. I can’t tell you how many milkshakes I’ve downed within these walls. And the chili cheese fries? I mean, there’s nothing like them.”

Cassian had been to the diner before, but not since high school. It used to be a popular hangout, one they went to after they won a big game or smoked too much pot under the bleachers.

“So you’re telling me,” Cassian began, turning off the engine. “That a woman who became a famous chef in Paris likes to go to ancient diners and drink milkshakes and eat chili-cheese fries?”

“Yes,” she said, simply. Then she smiled, softly. “Shall we?”

Cassian, completely speechless and a little bit turned on, opened his door and met her on her side of the truck as she got out. They went inside and sat at a table by the window. Old music was playing and waitresses were going about their business on roller skates.

“So, I assume you already know what you want,” Cassian began, flipping open his menu. “And I assume it’s more than a milkshake and chili-cheese fries.”

Nesta was glancing around the restaurant, looking for someone or something, but she didn’t miss a beat when she answered. “Bacon cheeseburger, with extra pickles, chili-cheese fries, vanilla milkshake, with no cherry, and a water.”

He raised an eyebrow, and let his menu fall shut. “I know what I’m ordering.” She laughed and he felt like his heart was going to burst. The sound of her laughter was quickly becoming one of his favorite things. “So why no cherry? Are allergic, or what?”

She scrunched her nose as she moved the silverware around in front of her. “I used to drink the Shirley Temples made with the cheap grenadine. You know the one that’s pretty much just cherry snow-cone syrup?”

Their server came to the table at that moment and took their drink order. They both know what they wanted, but neither was in a rush. She promised to return with their waters and to get their food order in just a moment and they fell right back into conversation.

“Long story short, one night we went to dinner and I had four or five of them.” She laughed and shook her head. “Neither mom or dad noticed how many I’d had, which was awesome to me. I was only allowed to have two before I had to switch to water. When we got home, I got so, so sick. They freaked out because it was dark red and they thought I was bleeding internally.” She began laughing even harder. “Neither of them told me that was what they were worried about, and I wasn’t about to tell on myself. They took me to the hospital and I finally told one of the nurses. Nineteen years and a sixteen hundred dollar hospital bill later, and I hate cherry and cherry flavoring now.”

Cassian just stared at her, barely registering when the waitress came back and gave them their waters. And then he began howling.

The waitress looked at him like he was crazy and mumbled that she’d be back in just a minute for their orders.

“So you were a rebellious child,” Cassian said, laughter dying down but his smile remaining.

“Considering that’s the most rebellious thing I’d ever done, I’d say not,” Nesta said, chuckling. “No, Feyre was the rebellious one, which I’m sure you already know. Elain was the perfect one. And I….I don’t know. I was just there.”

“That’s impossible,” Cassian said. “Give yourself a little more credit.”

She shrugged, and a shadowy look crossed her face that had Cassian clearing his throat. “Well, you didn’t miss out on rebellion. Coming from someone who landed himself in the local jail fifteen times his senior year in high school, alone.”

That look in Nesta’s eyes faded as she shook her head, humored. “Fifteen times? In under a year?”

“Yeah, I swear at some point the cops just started following me when they were bored until I did something they could call me out on,” he laughed. It was a little town. The crime rate was low. “Shoplifting a few times. Mostly underage drinking. One time they caught me peeing into the dumpster behind the corner market. Which, I was drunk then, too….Actually, that night was rough.”

Nesta laughed as she rolled her eyes. “Good thing to know such a classy man has taken me to dinner.”

Cassian’s grin widened. “You live, you learn.”

Nesta nodded her agreement. “What about your parents? Weren’t they furious?”

Cassian’s eyes softened as he said, “Don’t know my dad. My mom died while I was in middle school, lived with Rhys and his mom after that. And, yes, she gave me hell every damn time. But, she always came to pick me up and break me out.”

“I’m so sorry,” she said, but he was already waving her off.

“Don’t be,” he shrugged. “From what my mom told me of my dad, he wasn’t the greatest guy. Found out she was pregnant from one of his friends and skipped town. He was a bull rider, and he jumped on the rodeo tour and she never saw him again. And my mom…” he blew out a deep breath. “We should probably save my mom for a less depressing conversation.”

Nesta nodded, completely understanding.

“But Rhys’ mom was great,” he went on, taking a sip from his water. “I love that woman.”

The waitress came back and Nesta ordered.

Cassian said he’d have the same, but with a chocolate shake, then she was off.

“So,” Cassian went on, leaning his elbows on the table. “Tell me something I don’t know about you.”

Nesta took a moment to think. “After last night, I think you know everything there is to know.”

Cassian smirked. “About some things, maybe. But tell me something I don’t.”

Nesta chewed on her lip, mind going completely blank. Everything either seemed too personal or not personal enough.

“I can’t whistle,” She laughed, shrugging her shoulders. “I don’t know, this is one of the things I hate about dating. This whole interview process.”

“How about this,” he smiled. “Tell me about your favorite thing in the world.”

He was expecting her to start telling him about cooking, about how she’d ended up in Paris, Rome, London, all the places he’d seen when he did a quick google of her name. But she surprised him.

“Riding horseback,” she said, eyes bright.

Cassian raised a brow. “Riding? That’s your favorite thing in the world?”

“Does that surprise you?” She asked, leaning back in the booth.

“Yeah, a little,” he confessed.

She stirred her water with her straw, watching the ice cubes spin around in her glass. “It was my one escape growing up. The one thing I could do that didn’t result in a sneer from my mother and a lecture about my future from my father.” She sighed. “I used to ride Phoenix for hours to just...get out of the house. Have you ever ridden back on the hills to the west of the property?”

He raised an eyebrow. “You mean the property that isn’t ours, that’s marked No Trespassing?”

Their waitress brought their milkshakes to the table. There was a bright red cherry on top of Nesta’s, but before she could say anything, Cassian snatched it up and popped it into his mouth. She rolled her eyes, thanked the waitress, and took a huge sip. Her eyes slipped closed instantly and she moaned quietly. “Oh my god, I can’t get a milkshake like this anywhere else.”

She opened her eyes to find him watching her, and when her tongue peeked out to get the little bit of melted ice cream left on her bottom lip, his eyes tracked the motion. They were dark, the shining hazel almost completely swallowed by his pupils.

Without a word, Cassian pulled something from between his teeth and dropped it on the table between them.

The stem from her stolen cherry was tied in a knot.

Nesta said, “That’s both hot and cheesy as hell.”

Cassian’s low laugh skittered across her skin. “You already know what my tongue can do, but I thought I’d give you a little reminder, just in case you somehow forgot already.”

Nesta swallowed. No, she definitely hadn’t forgotten what his perfect mouth could do, but she had forgotten how to speak, especially when he was looking at her the way he was.

He plucked the cherry from his own milkshake, eating the cherry - sans stem, this time - and motioned for Nesta to continue. “So, what about the land that we do not own, Miss I was never rebellious?”

His imitation of her was spot on.

Nesta pursed her lips and said, “Yeah, that land is ours.”

He dropped his spoon, splattering the table in chocolate ice cream droplets. “What?”

She took another drink of her milkshake, not moaning this time, thank the Cauldron, and nodded. “It’s only another few acres. I knew the previous owners. Armand and Colette Lavigne.” The way she said their names, with such familiarity and adoration, Cassian knew she must have spent a lot of time with them. “They were from the Bordeaux region of France. They moved here in their fifties to open a vineyard.” She chuckled, shaking her head. “They didn’t do any research and had no idea the soil here wasn’t good for wine. But they fell in love with the area. And they’re the ones who taught me to love cooking.” She smiled fondly, her eyes misting slightly. “I bought it when Colette passed a few years ago and Armand returned to Floirac. He didn’t want it to go to someone who would just sell it for profit and turn it into another apartment complex or a shopping mall. It's been my land for about four years, but I finally signed the deed to have it put in my name, rather than Armand’s, when I signed the ranch’s deeds.”

Cassian blinked, processing the information, slowly. Then he said, loudly enough to earn a scowl from the elderly couple two booths down, “What the fuck? I’ve been purposely avoiding that land, and now you’re telling me I should’ve been working it?”

Nesta rolled her eyes. “No. Not yet, anyway. I haven’t decided what I want to do with it yet.”

Cassian was slowly shaking his head. “I have a feeling you’re never going to stop surprising me.”

“Is that such a bad thing?” She asked.

He smiled at her. “No, it isn’t.”

They fell into a comfortable silence. Nesta finally asked, “Have you even tried your milkshake yet, or are you just going to keep stirring it?”

He pointed his sticky spoon at her and took a big sip through his straw. He pulled back, staring at the thick liquid. “That’s pretty damn good.”

“Pretty damn good?” She repeated, shaking her head. “It’s fucking delicious.”

“You’re fucking delicious,” he muttered, taking another drink from his straw.

Nesta’s cheeks turned a bright shade of pink, which only made Cassian's small smile turn into a wicked grin.

Before she could come up with a retort, a display of beautiful, greasy food was laid out before them. Burgers and chili-cheese fries.

As the waitress turned to leave, Nesta said, “Excuse me, but is Alis still here?”

“Oh, no, sweetie, I’m so sorry,” she said, and Nesta nodded. “She’ll be back in for the morning shift tomorrow, though.”

“Okay, perfect. Thank you.”

The woman smiled warmly and left them to enjoy their burgers.

“Alis?” Cassian asked, eyeing the massive plate of food in front of him and its twin in front of Nesta, then her tiny form. There was no way she’d be able to eat everything in front of her.

Nesta already had a forkful of hot, cheesy fries and was diving in. She closed her eyes and made a contented noise. She took a drink of her water, setting it down before answering. “She owns the Starlight. I came here so much that she and I became pretty close. When I…” Ran away. “Left town, I stopped in for a cup of coffee, trying to talk myself out of leaving. Alis is the one who pushed me to follow my dreams. She even paid for my bus ticket out of town.”

“Really?” Cassian asked, popping a fry into his mouth. “She sounds nice.”

“She is,” Nesta agreed. “One of the best this town has to offer. Now, look away because I’m about to bite into this burger and it’s not going to be attractive whatsoever.”

Cassian didn’t look away and Nesta, eyes on his, took a massive bite out of her bacon cheese burger.

He blinked, and she covered her mouth as her eyes lit up at his expression.

“I can honestly say I’ve never been so attracted to you,” he said, taking his burger into his hands. Before he took a bite, he asked, “So, Alis is the one that pushed you out of town, huh?”

Nesta nodded, taking another bite and swallowing before saying, “If it wasn’t for her that day, I probably would have stayed here, ended back up with Tomas, and lived to regret every fucking day that followed. So, I am very grateful to Alis.”

Cassian hadn’t pressed Nesta anymore on the subject of Tomas, and he knew now wasn’t the time, no matter how many questions he had.

“Well, then I’m grateful to her too,” Cassian said, taking a bite so massive nearly half of his burger disappeared. He chewed before saying, “Although I’m pretty grateful you came back, too.”

Nesta took another bite of her own burger. “You’re just saying that because I’ll have sex with you,” she laughed and dove back into her fries.

Cassian’s eyes lit up in amusement. “Don’t get me wrong, it’s a perk. But I think you’re going to be good for the b-n-b, for the ranch as a whole.” Nesta’s eyes softened and she smiled. Until he added, “And ‘I’ll have sex’ implies that we’ll be doing that again, right? That wasn’t a one and done?”

Nesta rolled her eyes, mouth full of food. A second later, she said, “I’ll have to think about it.”

Cassian had the audacity to look offended. “Ouch. Was I so bad?”

Nesta just grinned as she took another bite of her fries.

Cassian’s laughter filled the air as they finished their food. He paid, and then they made their way back into the truck.

“Thanks for dinner,” she said, as they pulled out of the parking lot. To his surprise, she had finished every last bite of her food and downed her milkshake. Even Cassian had left a few fries, claiming he couldn’t eat another bite.

“Anytime,” he said, meaning it.

“Um, home is the other direction,” she said, when he turned left onto the main road instead of right.

“I know,” Cassian replied, shortly, and when it was obvious he wasn’t going to say anything more, Nesta shot him a look.

“Where are we going?” she asked, slowly.

Cassian just grinned, one hand on the wheel, the other sneaking over the middle console to hers.

The ride was comfortably quiet, the rumble of Cassian’s truck the only sound. Nesta didn’t mind though, not as he drove through the square, where people bustled about. Velaris was a city best enjoyed at night, and the people milling around every restaurant and park and store front proved it. She also didn’t mind the feel of his hand in hers, so the longer drive was fine by her.

Until they pulled into a parking lot.

“Why are we here?”

Cassian only grinned and hopped out of the truck, rounding the hood and helping Nesta down. “Don’t feel like a walk down memory lane?” They began to walk and, as casually as she could, she slipped her hand back into his. His fingers intertwined with hers and he glanced down at her. She was staring forward, refusing to look up at him, but he knew color was staining her cheeks. Could tell by the way the tips of her ears were a darker shade of pink than normal. “I thought, rather than talk about who we are, cause that always sucks and no one likes doing it-.” He was rambling and Nesta giggled. He laughed at himself and cleared his throat. “Right. What I was trying to say, is that talking about who you are sucks. But talking about who you used to be? I don’t know, for me, it’s always been easier.” Nesta looked up at him, but he shrugged and carried on. “Even if I wasn’t always proud of who I was, I can at least learn something from who I’ve been.”

“Fair enough,” she said, quietly, as he led the way.

They were at their old high school, but Cassian didn’t walk toward the building, which was undoubtedly locked. Instead, he took her to the football field, where Nesta could count on one hand how many times she had been there through the four years she had spent at Velaris High.

“You played football?” She asked, as they walked through the gates.

“I did,” Cassian confirmed, as they walked onto the green field. Velaris Knights was painted into the end zones. “Yeah, I tackled a lot of guys on these fields. And, over there,” he pointed to the bleachers, “is where I used to get high and drunk, referring back to the jail conversation we had earlier tonight.”

Nesta laughed as she looked around. She had never been on the field before. Everything looked different from standing between the bleachers.

“You came to games, right?” He asked, gazing around the field. The lights were on, thanks to the evening practice that had only ended an hour or two before. The lights ran on a timer, just like they had when he played on this field. They had until just before ten-thirty before the lights would go out.

Nesta shook her head. “I was never a big fan of school events. I always preferred to stay home and read or more often than not, I was with Tomas. Going to some roping.”

There he was again, taunting Cassian from the past. But again, he wouldn’t bring up Tomas tonight. “Wasn’t Elain a cheerleader? Didn’t you come to at least support her?”

She shrugged. “Come cheer on the cheerleader? No, and she knew I hated it. She would actually convince Feyre to go to the games so I could have an hour or two of silence.”

Cassian snorted. “Well, I lived on this field. And I kicked ass. While you were being a nerd, apparently.”

Nesta’s eyes narrowed. “I was not a nerd, asshole.”

Cassian held his hands up in surrender. “I never said it was a bad thing.”

Nesta couldn’t help but laugh as she shook her head. “Looking back, I would’ve done some things differently. Maybe not the staying home with a book, but with the whole Tomas business.”

Cassian stayed silent. He wanted so badly to ask, but knew he shouldn’t. They were having such a good time. He didn’t want to ruin it.

So, instead, Cassian said, “I wish I would’ve known you then.”

She chuckled but sat down when they reached the center of the field. “No, I don’t think you do.”

He followed suit, sitting down in the turf leaning back on his hands. “Why not?”

“It was true, what you said before. I constantly had a stick up my ass.” She laughed and continued. “And I was a bitch.”

Cassian laughed, but he didn’t correct her. “You were cute, though. I’m convinced I would have loosened you up.”

Nesta shook her head, unable to stop her smile from spreading. “I’ll let you think that.”

Cassian looked over at her, at the way her golden-brown hair shone in the lights. She was a beauty, and yes, she had been cute in high school, but now she was stunning, in her little blue dress and her simple braid.

“You’re staring again,” she mumbled.

“Let me stare,” he pleaded, eyes soft.

She blushed and he leaned over, tilting her chin up and softly brushing his lips against hers. When he pulled away, he whispered, “Please tell me I can do that whenever I want now.”

Nesta thoughtfully tapped her chin and said, “Whenever? I don’t know about that.”

“Damn you, woman,” he laughed and kissed her again, laying down on top of her.

She chuckled against his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck. “We’re not kids anymore, Cassian, we can’t fuck on the football field. Just because you like being tossed in jail doesn’t mean that I do.”

He grinned, resting his elbows in the grass on both sides of her face. “I’ll be nice, I promise.”

She kissed him then, tugging on his bottom lip with her teeth. “Good.”

“Until you did that…” he muttered, kissing her again, pressing his body down against hers as he did so.

She let his hands roam her body, let him grab and squeeze and pull. He tugged on her hair lightly, tilting her chin up and exposing her neck. He nuzzled his face into it, and lightly ran his tongue along the long column of her throat. He pressed soft kisses along her jaw until he returned once more to her lips.

Pulling back to look at her, her lips swollen from his bruising kisses and her hair a messy halo around her head on the grass, Cassian brushed a thumb along her cheekbone. He breathed, “You are so damn beautiful.” She blushed and tried to turn from his gaze. “No,” he whispered, gripping her chin so she couldn’t look away. “Why do you do that? Why won’t you let me tell you how beautiful you are?” He asked, quietly.

“Taking compliments isn’t one of my strengths,” she said, running her hands down his arms, feeling his muscles beneath the fabric.

“Well make it one,” he mumbled, “because I’m not going to stop. I’m going to tell you how beautiful you are, always, because it’s the truth.”

She shook her head, slowly, but didn’t say anything else. She simply grabbed him by the face and brought his lips to hers.

After a few minutes of languid kisses, and some strong, strong willpower, Cassian rolled over and laid on his back, staring up at the sky. He tucked a hand behind his head and the other found Nesta’s next to him. His thumb rubbed small circles on the back of her hand and he gazed up at the stars.

It was quiet for a few minutes, neither one of them wanting to disturb the stillness. But eventually, Nesta asked, “You about ready to head home?”

He turned his head and looked at her, those stormy eyes seeing every part of him. “Just a minute. It’s almost time.”

Her brow furrowed. “For what?”

He smiled, looking back to the sky. “You’ll see.”

They laid there in silence, Nesta loving the feeling of his hand in hers.

The lights shut off, plunging the field into darkness. Nesta started, looking around, wondering if they needed to go, to get back to the truck, before someone-.

“Look,” he breathed, still staring upwards.

Nesta gazed toward the sky. Her breath caught in her throat.

The lights above them, surrounding the field, had gone off, and the starlight above them burned brightly, lighting up the night sky.

There were no trees, no nothing to block the view of the series of shooting stars that shot across the speckled darkness.

Only in Velaris.

“It’s beautiful,” she whispered. She had always known her hometown was famous for its starlight, had always snuck a glance or two up at the night sky throughout her childhood, but had never taken a moment to simply watch, to wait, to explore with her eyes the beauty of creation.

“It is,” Cassian agreed, softly. He wasn’t only talking about the night sky. “I used to lay out here all the time, in high school. Captivated by it.”

“Were you high?” Nesta asked, quietly, jabbing him in the ribs.

Cassian laughed, breathlessly. “Sometimes.”

She glanced over at him, but he didn’t notice. He was entranced by the wonder before him, by the sheer enormity of the sight above him.

“You love this town,” she said, and it wasn’t a question.

He nodded and looked over at her. “I do. It’s not much, but it’s...home. I’ve never wanted to be anywhere else.” He paused. “Well, except on the road, but that didn’t exactly pan out.”

“Why not?” She asked, before she could stop herself.

Cassian hesitated. “It’s a long story.”

“Is it?” She asked. “Or is this one of those times you say it’s a long story because you don’t want to tell the story.”

Cassian laughed, glancing sideways at her. “Maybe a little bit of both.”

“Well,” she said, smiling softly. “I have time.”

He tried not to let it sound harsh when he said, “Another time.” He turned and laid on his side, brushing the loose hair framing her face behind her ear.

He could see the stubbornness, could see that Nesta wanted to push. But she nodded and leaned forward to press her lips against his.

After a soft smile, he climbed to his feet and held out a hand. “Come on, beautiful. Let’s get home.”

She took his hand, happily, and let him walk her back to the truck. The ride back to the ranch was quiet, but not uncomfortable. He caught her looking at him from time to time, and every time he caught her, that look of annoyance from being caught captured her face.

When Cassian pulled up to her little house, he turned off the engine and got out, walking her up to the porch. They stood, hand in hand. He looked down at her and kissed her, softly. “Is this the part where you invite me inside?”

She made a show of acting like she was thinking, and took a step back. “I don’t know, this was only our first date…” She opened the door and took another step back until she was inside. “I’m not that type of girl.”

There was a playful glint in Cassian’s eye and he stepped forward, bracing an arm on the door frame. “I don’t know what type of girl you’re talking about.”

She chuckled and said, “Goodnight, Cassian.”

The smirk on his face faltered and she shut the door in his face.

He took a step back and blinked. “Wha- Are you kidding me?”

The door swung open just a few seconds later and Nesta stood inside, still laughing. She grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him over the threshold, her lips immediately meeting his.

#theranchnessian #sharacollab #nessian #theranch #au #modern au #fanfic #fanfiction

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yumehoxo · 4 years ago

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Convinced -eren x reader

⚠️Warning this story contains mature content!⚠️ (Substance use, alcohol, sexual content, strong language) All characters are 18 or older

*Ding*

"Ughhh how much more fucking annoying can you get?" You think to yourself. It was 12:03 pm, and Connie won't stop texting you. Every since break started all you have been doing, is staying home, watching Netflix, getting high as fuck, eat, then fall asleep. (As you should be). Your roommate was not home yet since last night when she said she was going to a "get-together" with some friends, and Connie wouldn't stop texting you about the party he went to last night. "Why can't they all just leave me alone??!! A bitch gotta get some me-time." You thought, "it's not like I want to go out in this cold weather anyway, tch". You walk over to your bathroom which surprisingly not as messy, except the bottles of soap sitting around your sink and an occasional Plan b packet or two. "This bitch needs to stop taking my Plan b, what if I need that later... who am I kidding as if I'm going to need it, i don't plan on hooking up with anyone anytime soon!" You said to yourself.

You start fixing your bathroom, throwing away all the empty bottles and astray swishers, you take all the useless tissues lying on the floor and throw them all into the bin to take out to the trash cans in front of your complex. You don't complain about where you live..."it's nice and quiet and the people here are-" The door slams open. "OMG Y/N YOU WILL NEVER GUESS WHAT HAPPENED!" Shouted your roommate, Alessia. She was a pretty, pale skin toned girl, with green eyes, and huge tits. You often find yourself thinking.."I would low key hook up with her if she wasn't a disgusting, annoying, loud bitch". But you still respected her she'd always help you with whatever you going through, and she was surprisingly really smart. You thought of her as more of an irresponsible older sister than a roommate. You can hear footsteps rushing to your bathroom door, and the door finally slam open, "OMG girl- you will NEVER guess what happened last night" Alessia half screamed. Her hair was a mess and she was holding her heels in one hand and phone in the other. "So I went to this party last night with my friends and I met this SUPERRRR HOT guy, his name was Jean and we ended up hooking up and he asked for my number and I have a date tomorrow with him" she squealed, she was so happy you could've sworn you saw sparkles shimmer though her eyes...then it hit you... "DID YOU JUST SAY JEAN?!" You basically shouted at her with a look of surprise written all over your face. "yeah I did... whyyyyy, how do you know him?" she said sharply to you. You swallowed hard and said to her... "we dated for all of high school, I mean we never actually had sex but he gave me head, vice-versa" you said while lighting a blunt. "girl- no fucking way, should I cancel the date? If you want me to I will!" She said with a concerned look on her face. "Nahh, I don't really give a fuck, not like it was anything serious" you said as you exhaled smoke from your mouth as the familiar tingly sense you get from smoking hits you. "Awww, are you sure I feel bad now!" Alessia exclaimed. "Bitch I just said I don't care, now get the fuck out of my bathroom and go get your self cleaned up" you say while opening the window to get some fresh air. "Okayyy~ thank you love, also your should go out more I haven't seen you leave the house once except to go get food and pick up weed from your plug, I'm really concerned about you.." Alessia said with a look of desperation. "Girl that is none of your business , if you keep on talking I'll take back what I said about your date with Jean earlier." You stated coldly to her flicking off excess ashes from you blunt. "Nooo-noooooooo don't do that, fine I'll leave you aloneeee!" She said in a whiny tone, as you heard her stumble off to her room and slam the door shut.

"Just when I thought I was going to get some peace and quiet" you said to yourself rolling your eyes. You picked up your phone and FaceTimed Connie, ready to chew him out for waking you up. As the line trilled you turned on your shower to wait for the the hit water to come. "YOOOOO Y/N! Why didn't you answer my texts??" Connie shouted through the phone causing you to lower your volume. "Because I was fucking asleep jackass and you woke me up-" "Why are your eyes so red?" Connie interrupted you, "I swear imma kill that little mother fucker one day" you thought to yourself, clearly irritated. "Why is it any if your business?" You responded back to Connie. "Because I'm your best friendddd" he replied back in a singy-songey voice. "How many times have I told you to lay off the weed?" Connie asked in a matter of fact tone. "Clearly not enough" you said back in a bratty attitude ,blowing smoke straight to the camera. "Yooo pass me some" Connie joked with you , " I'm too broke to buy any weed since I'm too busy buying Sasha food" he said with a pouty expression. " Awww how cute, I wish I had a bf like youuu" you said in an almost pouty, yet cold way. "If you want to find someone like that then you should go to more parties, they're are plenty of guys who would want to do that for you, I haven't seen one guy who hasn't wanted you whenever we go out." Connie said. "Hmmm maybe I will.." you said to Connie. You could see his whole face light up "WAIT ARE YOU FRL? YOU'LL ACTUALLY COME TO A PARTY?!" Connie asked excitedly. "Yeah sure why not, it's just like I have anything better to do anyways" you shrugged. " Yeh for real, your such a homebody" Connie joked with you. "Yeah I really am- OH SHIT MY SHOWER I GOT TO GO CONNIE BYEEEE" you ended the phone and hopped right in. The comforting feeling of the warm water hitting your bare back made you feel like you never wanted to leave. You washed you hair and body, shaved your legs, and exfoliated your skin. As you got out of the shower you wrapped your towel around you realizing your didn't bring clothes into the bathroom and you have to go to your room. You took a bra and panties set you bought from VS and put it on. You put lotion in your skin and did your facial routine, you never needed much makeup anyway since you were natural beauty, but you never admitted it. You threw on a pair of tight black sports shorts and a mesh crop top to go with it. You snapped a mirror pic making sure to get all of your curves into the photo and sent it as you streaks for the day. "Wow I can't believe I'm going to go to a party after so many months..." you thought to yourself.

*Ding*

Connie:

-Yo imma pick you up at around 7:30-ish to be ready.

"Ughh I hope I'm making the right decision”.

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AUTHORS NOTE:

Y'all this is my first time writing a Fanfic so please don't kill me if it's not good 😭😭.

If y'all could please tell me any suggestions, or errors I made I would greatly appreciate it 🤧

Anyway love y'all muah. 🥰💞✨

#eren yeager smut #anime #eren x reader #x reader #aot x reader #x female reader #modern au #aot modern au #tonguepiercing

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maybebanks · 4 years ago

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You Know I’m a Minor Chapter 06

Previous Chapter 05

Beginning Chapter 01

Another week, another party. Well it hasn’t exactly been a week, and also this wasn’t just a party, it was a kegger at the bone yard. Pogue turf.

You haven’t told anyone about your encourter with Ward at the party, and you figured Rafe would keep his mouth shut, in an effort to please his father. There was something that made you uneasy at the thought of Sarah, and John B’s recent behavior was getting you annoyed.

“John B, find someone in your own league,” you scolded, you were sitting next to JJ and Kie, as you watched John B staring at Sarah Cameron. She was with her boyfriend Topper, and his frosted tips.

John B stuttered, “I- I don’t know what you are talking about,”

“Oh please John B, you are totally eye fucking her,” JJ adds.

You tense at his bluntness.

“I wouldn’t mess around with her if I were you. She-she’s like a spitting cobra! First she blinds you-”

Pope interrupts,”This is not a good analogy,”

John B mutters something and heads of to help pass out beers at the keg.

“Everything okay Y/n?” Kie asks you, you had zoned out in thought, if John B got close with Sarah she could tell him everything. But really, what did she even know. Just the fact that she could have heard your entire conversation with Ward, the fact that Ward hugged you, and then lied about it? Yeah, not a big deal at all.

“Yeah...um..I just need a beer,” you mumble and then get up to follow John B.

“She totally has a huge crush on John B,” Kie concludes.

JJ practically chokes on his beer, “Huh what?! No way,”

“She got all tense when he was focused on Sarah, and believe me, Y/n doesnt really drink, unless she’s upset or something,”

JJ looked down at his beer, he didn’t know why he cared about what you may or may not feel about his best friend. But his smile sprung back when a cute touron said hi.

The whole night you tried to stop staring at Sarah. She hasn’t even noticed you, but you were sure if she did it would spark a conversation between her and John B.

You wandered alone towards the ocean, not wanting to fall down the rabbit hole of beer and touron hookups.

You sat down on the beach edge, letting the waves creep up but not touch your sandals.

“Hey Y/n, don’t freak out. I just want to talk,” someone says, but it’s muffled to you. So you ignore it.

He taps you on the shoulder, snapping you out of your daze.

“I just want to say I wasn’t cool with what Rafe did,” Topper says, it was almost like an apology. Almost.

You ignore him, pulling your knees into your chest.

“Are you um,” he clears his throat, “are you okay?”

“Fine,” you reply, you weren’t exactly sure what impression Topper was under, but you didn’t feel like talking to him.

“I don’t want to sound like a dick. But, you know, Rafe is my friend, and my girlfriend’s brother...”

He was rambling.

“...and anyway I just want to make sure you won’t say anything,” Topper finishes.

“Excuse me?” you ask, insulted that he thought you were a snitch but also at how petty he was.

“I mean, there are serious charges and we wouldn’t want this to cause a scene,”

“Okay, fuck you, Topper,” you roll your eyes, attempting to leave, until Topper steps infront of you, blocking your way.

“C’mon Y/n, don’t be like this,”

“Topper get out of my way,”

Suddenly he pulls something from his pocket, it looks like an 100 dollar bill, your eyes widen, you’ve only really seen bills as high as $20.

“Wait-“

“Take this,” he offers, holding your hand and placing the money neatly folded inside.

“Topper I don’t want this...”

Topper moves closer and make sure you are sharing full eye contact, he opens his mouth to say something when a winery girl voice interrupts us.

“Topper?” Sarah asks. Your stomach feels like it’s dropping. Instantly, nerves are all you feel.

“Oh hey Sarah,” Topper pauses, gesturing for you to leave, you comply and turn the other way, waking past Sarah, but not making eye contact.

“Why were you talking with her?” You hear Sarah ask. Topper better have a good lie.

“I was asking her what her dirty pogue friends were doing at Rafe’s party last night,” Topper explains.

Sarah doesn’t seem convinced, “are you lying to me?”

“No, no baby. I love you, I wouldn’t lie, especially over a pogue,”

You leave it at that and head to the keg, near there JJ , John B, and Kie are laughing about something, you were glad they didn’t seen you talking to Topper. And that John B had hopefully moved on from Sarah, after all she had a boyfriend.

“Finally my bae is back,” Kie smiles, John B extends a beer cup out to you, to which you reluctantly accept.

“Let’s play a game!”

Kie had asked you truth or dare, you chose truth.

“Do you have a crush on John B?” Kie asked, smirking and acting all giddy.

John B coughed.

“No. No offense John B,” you respond honestly.

“None taken,” he says, “no pogue-on-pogue macking.”

You nod in response, and Kie huffs.

“Pope truth or dare?” You question.

“Truth,” he replies, JJ mutters something like ‘pussy’ under his breath.

“Would you rather take JJ’s gun, or get your scholarship,”

“Scholarship. At this point there’s no stopping him from doing something stupid with that,” Pope replies.

JJ smirks at gives him a high five. Pope slaps him away.

“Okay Y/n, truth or dare!?” John B asked you.

You smirked at him, you had already said truth 2 times and you were feeling buzzed, “Dare.”

John B smiled, “I dare you to switch clothes with JJ,”

You feel like your eyes were going to jump out of their sockets, but you tried to play it cool, sure it was just a fun idea, but your body wasn’t ready to be on display. The paint hadn’t dried. And by that, I mean the bruises hadn’t faded.

“You can pass, but then you’ll have to tell us your deepest darkest secret,”

You could just make something up, but you didn’t want to lie more than you had to.

“Fine,” you shrug, grabbing JJs hand and pulling him past a bush or something.

“Do they mean..like..underwear and shit?” JJ asks, already pulling off his ash blue t-shirt.

“Um I don’t know,” you answer, pulling off your shorts and scolding JJ if he faced you.

He threw you his shorts and you handed him yours.

“I need your shirt,” JJ states.

“Um...But you’ll stretch it out,” you whine, hoping to get him off your track.

“Nuh uh, you got a view of this,” he gestures to himself.

You gulp down.

“I-um okay,” you fumble with the fabric of his shirt. It smelled like him.

You turn so your back is facing him, you faintly remember checking if there were any bruises on your back. You hadn’t been home in a few days and the ones on your back should be faded.

You pull from the bottom, and let the fabric slide up your figure.

You were wearing a string bikini under it. It was tied into a perfect bow.

JJ couldn’t take his eyes off this new view of your silloette he didn’t want to offend you, but his heart was thumping so hard against his chest.

But then, he saw it. Something he never expected to be littered on your perfect body.

But his view was obstructed when you pulled on his shirt. It dropped perfectly. He should have been amused by the dare, but he was just concerned.

You walked passed him with confidence, bumping your shoulder with his.

But he couldn’t comprehend, maybe he was being too worried for nothing.

Before you could leave, JJ grabbed your upper arm.

You regretted it instantly, “ow,” you whimpered.

“Y/n- wait did I hurt you? What’s going on? You have a huge mark on your back...”

“I just...” you sighed deeply, “please don’t tell the others.”

JJ was intrigued but concerned, “someone hurt you?”

“No,” she responded, “Rafe just grabbed my arm really hard, it left a bruise. I’m sorry,”

“Don’t be sorry Y/n,” JJ stated, “what about the one on your back, it looked like it was an old one,”

“Um...” you paused, searching for another lie, “I think it was from surfing,”

JJ nodded, “you know you can talk to me if-“

“If what?” You challenged.

JJ scoffed. You could tell you hit a nerve, he was implying that someone was hurting you. JJ would know all about that, he just confided in you about problems with his dad, and you were acting completely annoying.

JJ left, he turned to go back to the group.

“Shit!” You muttered, running your hands through your hair. You were frustrated. You weren’t used to people caring.

You contemplated just ditching the bone yard, but Jj had your clothes. And that was your favorite long sleeve.

You ran after JJ and joined the others, tension palpable between you and JJ.

You felt completely empty, maybe you deserved it tonight.

When the stars began to appear in the sky, the group gathered and headed into the van.

You sat next to John B in the front seat, flicking JJs silver lighter on and off.

“You spending the night?” John B asks you.

You comtemplated it for a minute, knowing JJ was already suspicious, you told John B to drop you off on your street.

“Bye guys,” you wave and exit his car, Pope hops out of the car and takes your shot gun position.

It was late, around 11:00pm. You tried to be slow when entering the house, but your father was already sitting on the porch. Waiting for you.

When he saw you, you felt your muscles tense. A physical response, or was it emotional, there was no denying the immense fear you felt at the sight of this man. Who was suppose to love you.

“Look who decided to show up. Figured you would come crawling back. You had me worried sick you know that? God damn, how am I suppose to control a daughter like you,”

“I’m sorry,” your mind was racing, “can I...go to bed?” You asked cautiously.

He didn’t look frustrated like he usually would when you asked for something, but when you approached the door, he grabbed both of your shoulders aggressively.

You were good at concealing your pain, “please.”

“What were you doing?” He shakes his head in disappointment.

You don’t answer him, you lip was shaking so you bit it down.

“Tell me! NOW!” He screamed.

“I was-I w- I was working,” you said. Thinking quickly when you remembered the money Topper gave you. Dad would be so happy.

“What do you have to show for it? Ruined clothes that I fuckin paid for?!” He was drunk, he must not have noticed the fact that this was JJ’s shirt.

“I um I have money. You can have it,” you say, shuffling around in your pockets.

A glint shines in his eyes.

You continue to look, and then it hits you like a ton of bricks, your money was in the pocket of your shorts, the ones JJ was wearing.

—

You snapped awake to pounding on your door. Okay, it wasn’t pounding. It was very gentle. Too gentle.

You forced yourself up from the couch, pushing against it with your arm, not too fast or you would get a head rush and see black in your vision.

You moved towards the direction of the door and opened it messily.

You didn’t show your face, only opened it a crack, you were smarter than that, and besides, your face was bruised.

“Hi...um Miss? I’m just here becuase I heard some noises going on in here last night. It sounded like someone was hurt? Would you like me to call the police-“ the lady was older, but not elderly, she was your neighbor you recognized.

“No! Um don’t worry. My brother and I were just arguing, he was mad I started dating his friend. Crazy right? Anyway I really should get going, I have work today, a new job actually,” you explained, making sure that details add to lies, make them more believable.

“Ohh alrighty then,”

“Thankyou for stopping by,” you reply cheerfully, before nearly collapsing when she left.

Damn that took energy, I need food.

You knew better than to waste time looking through the kitchen, there would be nothing.

So you put on some makeup and rode your bike to the Wreak. Your first day at work.

After you finished, Kie (and her father) rewarded you and the pogues with free food.

JJ locked eyes with you from across the table.

“Y/n, when I was changing out of your clothes yesterday...this fell out,” he pulls your 2 $100 bills from Topper.

You felt nervous, but as always you were ready for a coverup.

“Shitt,”

“Don’t worry Kie, dinners on Y/n,” Pope smiles, Kie slaps him.

“That’s my paycheck, from work, it’s my one week earnings,” you explain.

“Wait really? That’s nothing, if you add it up per hour-“

“No, stop stop, its too early for that,” JJ cuts Pope off, its true, you didn’t want to be exposed by Popes nerd calculations.

“But the country club pays in checks, you get a certificate and everything,” Kie adds.

“Where did you get that money then? Because-“

“Guys! Chill, I would offer it to you to shut you up but I already promised my dad. And besides, it’s not like I did anything bad for the money, just forget about it,” you plead.

They soon drop it.

—

“What the fuck?”

“Are you fucking serious, John B?” Kie agrees.

“Look! I like her, but we’re NOT macking,” John B declares.

“He’s totally macking Sarah Cameron,” JJ mutters to Pope.

“Dude! She’s a kook! What about Pogue life, bro?”

“Yeah plus she’s also a spoiled bitch who can’t be apart of any team, let alone this one,” Kie adds.

“Kie I get why you hate her, but Y/n? I thought you would give her a chance?” John B asks, you gulp down. The Cameron’s always seemed to find a way to make you kneel before them.

“Okay, she’s coming here-“

“Fucking shit,” you mutter.

“-Just to meet you guys! Please give her a chance. She’s not like Topper and-,”

“She’s not like them, she’s dating them,”

“She’s gonna break up with him,”

“Oh wow,”

“Shut up! Just shut up!” John B orders, he hears something rustling in the bushes.

“Hi guys,” Sarah Cameron greets us.

Kie and Sarah get in a fight, I’ve never heard anyone call Kie a ‘shit taking bitch’ before. The boys were all fine with her, but still remained on yours and Kie’s side if you decided to hate her again.

Sarah asked you to talk with her, alone. You wanted to ask JJ to come with, but you didn’t know exactly where you stood.

“So..um...I’m not judging you or anything, but what’s going on with you and my dad? And it could be nothing, but I saw him, he talked to you like you were his daughter,” Sarah begins.

“Sarah, I promise, I was just talking to him. I don’t need any more older men in my life, trust me,”

“But then what about Topper? Why were you guys alone for that time at the beach, and why was he offering you hush money?”

“How did you know it was hush money?” You asked.

“I know my boyfriend,” Sarah says.

“Sarah? Can you please break up with him. I mean you can’t do that to him, and to John B,”

“You’re right,”

Chapter 07

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crackimagines · 5 years ago

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Old Wounds (FE: Three Houses Full Fic)

All AU’s involved listed here!

School-Live! Paralogue

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Garreg Mach is notified of new arrivals just outside of its borders. House Isekai and the others are sent to investigate. Megumi realizes that the new arrivals are people that she is familiar with.

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Prologue - Memories

KNOCK KNOCK!

This dream...

(???) “Let me go!”

(??? 2) Yuki-chan, stop it!”

(???) “Megu-nee’s still outside! We have to hurry!”

(??? 3) “It’s too late!”

KNOCK KNOCK!

Why...Why am I experiencing this again?

KNOCK KNOCK!

Everyone...

...

KNOCK KNOCK!

...

[Yasashii Megu-nee Arigatou - School-Live!]

Knock knock!

Opening her eyes, Megumi heard the sound of soft knocking.

Blinking as the sunlight softly filled the room, she realized that she was in Garreg Mach.

(Sara’s voice) “Hey, you up yet?”

...She was still in Garreg Mach. Not back in the school with her students.

This was her reality.

Moving her blanket, she reached for her head as she slowly got up.

Slowly Megumi headed for the door and opened it.

Sara, Towa, and Byleth were standing outside.

(Sara) “Morning, sleepyhead!”

(Towa) “Sorry, did we wake you?”

(Byleth) “...Megumi?”

(Megumi) “Hm? Oh, I’m fine.”

(Sara) “Hey, are you crying?”

Megumi felt her face and realized that tears were coming down.

(Megumi) “Ah, my apologies. I was having a bad dream I think. I’ll be fine.”

(Sara) “I see...Well, take your time in easing up then. We just wanted to make sure you were awake, classes are starting soon in about an hour and a half so make sure you’re ready.”

Sara patted Megumi’s shoulder softly and walked away. Towa bowed and followed Sara. Byleth stayed.

(Byleth) “If you don’t mind me asking, what was it about?”

(Megumi) “...You’re not doing anything are you?”

...

(Byleth) “So, your death is how you got here then. I remember you were covered in blood and some infection when me, Kazuma, Aqua and Alois found you.”

(Megumi) “I believe so. It’s...strange, to say the least.”

(Byleth) “How many people know about this?”

(Megumi) “Well...Kazuma and his group, Akira’s, Sara, and now you... Everyone else was teleported here, and they were all clearly alive beforehand. Why am I special? My students deserve to be here, not me-”

(Byleth) “Hey. Don’t say that. You’re one of us, Megumi. We’ll make sure you’re safe and sound so you can return to your students.”

(Megumi) “...Thank you, Byleth.”

(Byleth) “What are your students like?”

(Megumi) “Hah they’re mostly a bit calmer than yours and House Isekai’s. Oh, here!”

Megumi pulled out a photo that in her desk.

(Megumi) “The student to my left is Kurumi. Kurumi is overall an energetic, feisty, and cheerful girl. Chie reminds me a lot of her, actually! And to my right is Yuki. Yuki is a bit naive, but she is so easily excited! Despite that, she might be the most understanding of the group.”

(Byleth) “You mentioned one more student. Is she the one who took the photo?”

(Megumi) “That would be Yuuri. She is the most patient and caring of us. The two see her as a second mother.”

(Byleth) “Sounds like you have quite the group of misfits!”

(Megumi) “Hah, it doesn’t compare to the group we have!”

Megumi’s smile slowly started to fade.

(Megumi) “...I wonder how they’re doing without me.”

Byleth looked concerned for a moment at Megumi.

(Megumi) “Sorry. I didn’t mean to bring the mood down.”

(Byleth) “I’d be surprised if you didn’t get sad at this, Megumi. Don’t worry about it.”

Megumi nodded and looked at her watch.

(Megumi) “Oh, I should probably get ready. Thank you for the talk, Byleth.”

(Byleth) “Sure thing.”

Byleth left the room and Megumi finally started to change from her sleeping clothes.

(Megumi) “Almost done...Ribbon, ribbon...ah!”

(Megumi) “Okay, time to start the day!”

Chapter 1 - Interruption

[Clear Sky - School-Live!]

Megumi sighed as the class descended into chaos. Doomguy crossed his arms and laid against a pillar.

This was going to take a while.

(Aqua) “WHAT?! HOW DID I FAIL?!”

(Emma) “P-Please settle down!”

(Ryuji) “Yeah, won’t lie, this was pretty damn hard!”

(Makoto) “Only because you didn’t study...”

(Chie) “So, I studied and still failed...”

(Junpei) “Same here! Jeez, what kinda war fanatics does this academy take us for?!”

(Elliot) “I mean, it IS a military academy...”

(Aqua) “BAH IT’S NO FAIR! You guys came from a world where fighting is second nature!”

(Darkness) “So do we.”

(Megumi) “Sara, p-please say something!”

(Sara) “Hey, if you fail, you fail! Not like it affects us any!”

Doomguy facepalmed and audibly sighed through his helmet.

(Ryuji) “Oh yeah, that’s right! We ain’t even part of this world! SWEET!”

(Junpei) “Kinda funny how I forgot about that, actually.”

(Yukari) “Are you stupid?”

(Yosuke) “I’d reprimand you guys buuuut, you got a good point! Hell yeah, no more studying for a while!”

(Minako) “Well, today’s going great.”

(Rean) “I feel like that’d make you worse once you do go back, right?”

(Machias) “Can we just get on with the class, Instructor?!”

(Fie) “Frankly, I’d be okay without studying history here.”

(Megumin) “Yeah, all I wanna do is cast some wicked explosions!”

(Naoto) “This is a disaster...”

(Megumi) “P-Please settle down everyone!”

Morgana popped his head out of Akira’s bag.

(Morgana) “Ugh, I can’t take all this yelling! I’m going outside.”

Morgana hopped and walked out of the class.

He sat outside and saw Teddie standing by the door in his bearsuit.

(Morgana) “Uh, what are you doing out here?”

(Teddie) “Well, I technically never was a student in either world, so I decided to just wait here till everyone’s done so we can play!”

(Morgana) “You have it lucky...”

The two began to chat until they saw Sothis phase through the doors.

(Sothis) “So...boring...”

(Teddie) “Oh, heya Sothy!”

(Morgana) “You too, huh?”

(Sothis) “We can all no longer be stuck to the confines of our wretched classes I see.”

(Teddie) “Something like that.”

The three laid against the wall, watching the birds chirp and wasting time together.

About half an hour passed before they saw a knight running towards the door of Byleth’s class.

(Knight) “Hey uh, you bear!”

(Teddie) “Huh?”

(Knight) “Tell your friends in House Isekai that we’re prepping for combat! Somethings been spotted outside of the Monastery!”

[A Dark Sign - Fire Emblem: Three Houses]

(Everyone) !!!

(Teddie) “U-Uh, right!”

(Morgana) “Go, Sothis and I will see what’s going on!”

Teddie nodded and ran into the room.

Morgana peeked around the corner as Sothis phased back inside.

(Knight) “Professor!”

(Byleth) “Hm? What is it?”

(Knight) “Sir, we have reports of an unknown force sneaking around the Monastery!”

(Byleth) ?! “Give me the full report on the way. Class, get the others alerted ASAP.”

Byleth and the Knight quickly walked out, with Sothis and Morgana trailing them.

Once the full report was over, Morgana and Sothis went to the house leaders of House Isekai and reported the situation.

After they were informed, they called the Blue Lions, Black Eagles, and Golden Deer.

(Edelgard) “Could it be bandits?”

(Dimitri) “Possibly, but the report said there were also demonic beasts present.”

(Minato) “The hell’s going on?”

(Claude) “Man, this is aiming to be a horrible day huh? Our lessons got interrupted by this of all things!”

(Kazuma) “Were you even paying attention?”

(Claude) “Not really, it just interrupted my naptime-”

(Rean) “Can we take this a bit more seriously, guys?”

(Yu) “There’s no telling what we’ll be up against.”

(Dimitri) “To be quite honest, I doubt with all of our combined forces, anything could be a challenge.”

(Akira) “Poor thinking. The moment we start getting cocky is when everything goes to hell.”

(Edelgard) “Akira is right, we should be on high alert like everyone else. Did they say anything else about what we’re up against?”

(Kazuma) “Nah, they just told us to get ready to deploy but that was about 20 minutes ago.”

(Minako) “Can’t say I’m not a little nervous.”

(Byleth) “I see everyone’s assembled.”

Byleth walked towards the group.

(Dimitri) “What is the word? Are we to march out?”

(Byleth) “No, first we’re taking a small reconnaissance group out. I need the quietest of your classes to accompany me. The Knights of Serios and you all will remain on guard here.”

Edelgard, Dimitri, and Claude nodded, heading back to their classes.

(Yu) “What are we expecting to find out there?”

(Byleth) “I’m not sure. Just keep in contact with the Navigators.”

(Minato) “Speaking of, Fuuka, Rise, Futaba, you copy?”

(Fuuka) “Y-Yes professor!”

(Rise) “Loud and clear!”

(Futaba) “Oracle copies!”

(Byleth) “Try and figure out what exactly is near the monastery. Prepare to move everyone towards the fight if it comes to one! Everyone, let’s get going!”

Chapter 2 - The School-Live Club

Byleth, Fie, and Akechi snuck through the forests of Garreg Mach, trying to find any sign of activity.

Fie scout ahead on top of the tree branches, trying to closely listen for any footsteps other than theirs.

Akechi kept his silenced pistol out while the others held onto the hilts of their weapons.

(Akechi) “Anything your Persona can read, Oracle?”

(Futaba) “I’m not sensing anything other than you guys.”

(Byleth) “What’s near Group B’s?”

(Rise) “Hm...Nothing’s near Leonie. Hubert and Ashe doesn’t have anything either.”

(Fuuka) “It’s like we’re being jammed...I can’t tell what’s out there other than your immediate vicinity.”

Fie made a quiet whistle, catching everyone’s attention.

(Fie) “Hey, everyone shut up for a second.”

A moment of silence passed.

(Fie) “Several footsteps going near group B!”

!!!

(Byleth) “Everyone move quickly, but quietly!”

...

(Leonie) “Tch, this place is pretty huge. I doubt we’re going to be finding anything.”

(Hubert) “This is hardly the time to be complaining, Leonie.”

(Ashe) “It’s kinda creepy, I’ll admit. Would feel a lot comfortable if the professor were-”

The bushes behind them began to rustle.

They all silenced themselves and brought out their weapons.

Leonie and Ashe pulled back the strings of their bow as Hubert readied a dark spell.

BARK!

[Mezame no Waltz - School-Live!]

(Ashe) “...Huh?”

From the bushes emerged a small puppy. It ran up to Ashe and started wagging his tail.

(Ashe) “Awww!”

(Leonie) “WAIT, THAT COULD BE A TRAP!-”

(Hubert) “YOU IDI-....ot...”

(Ashe) “Come on, look at him! Isn’t he adorable?”

(Leonie) “I mean yeah but...Who’s is it? We’re pretty far away from town.”

(???) “Taromaruuuu!”

Everyone turned to the voice which emerged from the same bush.

(???) “Oh, there you are!-...Huh?”

The girl stopped smiling as soon as she saw the three.

(???) “A-Ah! I’m sorry, did Taromaru cause you any trouble?”

(Hubert) “...N-No. He didn’t.”

(???) “Whew, that’s a relief!”

Ashe slowly handed the girl Taromaru, and kept a close eye as she hugged him tight.

(???) “Don’t do that, got it?! You’re going to get all dirty!”

The first thing the three noticed was that while she was speaking in Fodlan’s language, her mouth was moving in a completely different manner, as if speaking an entirely different language.

The second thing they noticed was her outfit.

(Leonie) “Hey, doesn’t her outfit kinda remind you of-”

(Ashe) “House Isekai!”

(Hubert) “Yes, the students from Japan do have a similar style...”

(???) “Huh? Students from Japan? Are you students too?”

(Ashe) “In a sense, yes.”

(???) “Are we in Europe? Oh, I bet the others will be happy to be somewhere else! Can we see your school?!”

The girl was uncomfortably close to Hubert, and he gently shoved her back.

(Hubert) “Just a moment. Who are you?”

(???) “Oh, I’m sorry!”

“My name is Yuki Takeya! I hope we get along!”

(??? 2) “YUKI-CHAN?”

(??? 3) “H-Hey, there she is!”

(??? 4) “Yuki-senpai!”

When Yuki turned around, Hubert got into a battle stance, but Leonie and Ashe shook their heads.

Three girls ran in behind Yuki before noticing the others.

(??? 2) “Yuki-chan! Thank goodness you’re al...O-Other survivors?”

The long brown haired girl examined them for a minute before the short haired girl stepped in front, putting Yuki back.

(??? 4) “Yuuri-senpai, they don’t look friendly!”

(Yuki) “EEEH?! M-MII-KUN, YOU CAN’T SAY THAT ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE!”

The black haired girl with pigtails pulled out a shovel.

(??? 3) “Heh, I don’t think they can pull anything on US!”

(Yuuri) “KURUMI, WAIT!”

(Yuki) “AAAAAAAAH! NONONONO-”

The three watched in utter confusion as the girls tried to calm Kurumi down and put away the shovel.

(Leonie) “...I’m so confused right now.”

(Hubert) “Agreed.”

(Ashe) “Same.”

(Yuuri) “We’re SO sorry about that! We’re just...a bit on edge is all. One moment we were in school and...next thing we know, we woke up here.”

(Leonie) “Seems to be reoccurring these days...”

(Ashe) “Listen, it’s not safe out here-”

(Yuuri) “You’re right...They could be out here...”

(Hubert) “They?”

(Miki) “...Huh? Have you not...seen them wandering around?”

(Leonie) “You mean bandits, right?”

(Kurumi) “No we mean...”

Kurumi took a quick look at Yuki who was distracted by Taromaru. She had to lean in a bit closely and whisper it.

(Kurumi) “Infected.”

All of them raised their eyebrows at the word.

(Hubert) “Is there a plague where you’re from-”

(Yuuri) “Hold on a moment...could you speak again?”

(Hubert) ? “I said is there a plague where you’re from”

(Yuuri) “You’re...not speaking Japanese?”

(Leonie) “So, you noticed it too. You’re not speaking our language either, judging by how your mouth is moving.”

(Ashe) “Er, this might be hard to explain but...You just came from your original world to ours. A lot of people have been teleporting here a lot!”

(Hubert) “Yes. In fact, we have a few er...Japanese, is how you say it? Japanese people at the academy as well. Whatever was happening in your old world, it has not followed you here. You’re dealing with our world’s problems now.”

The girls had a mixture of confusion yet relief on their faces, except Yuki, her face was nothing but confusion.

(Yuuri) “I...I’m sorry, what?”

(Leonie) “Er, we’re not exactly the best people to describe this sorta thing.”

(Ashe) “There’s a bunch of people who’s in your situation! We should head back and report to-”

[Tonariawase no Shi - School-Live!]

(Fie) “HEY!”

Fie ran over to the group and reloaded her pistols.

(Fie) “Another group that fell in, I’m assuming?”

(Hubert) “Yes, but what’s going on?”

(Fie) “Bandits are attacking! Crow and Byleth are holding them off, but we gotta hold out for reinforcements! Can you guys protect them long enough?”

(Miki) “Bandits?!”

(Leonie) “Count on us!”

(Fie) “Good. Now get out of here! Rise!”

...

(Rise) “On it, Fie!”

Rise looked back to the others in the classroom.

(Rise) “Just as we suspected, a group of bandits are about to attack! Send in the first wave, the rest of us will join behind!”

(Akira) “Roger!”

(Rean) “Class VII, move out!”

(Edelgard) “Everyone else, guard the entrances!”

Doomguy reloaded his shotgun and started dashing out while Morgana transformed into a bus.

(Megumi) “Everyone, good luck!”

Rise’s Persona started catching the background audio.

(Fie’s voice) “Hey, who’s the leader of this little group?”

(Yuuri’s voice) “I-I am!”

Megumi froze in place, slowly turning back to Rise.

(Fie’s voice) “Keep your heads down, got it?”

(Yuuri’s voice) “I understand!”

(Kurumi’s voice) “Yuki-chan, come on!”

(Yuki’s voice) “W-What’s happening?!”

(Miki’s voice) “Yuki-senpai! We have to go, now!”

Megumi’s eyes widened upon hearing the voices again.

(Sara) “Hey, Megumi? MEGUMI!”

Megumi turned to Sara with a newfound sense of terror in her eyes.

(Sara) “What’s the matter?”

(Megumi) “I...I HAVE TO COME WITH YOU!”

(Rean) “What? Megumi, it’s too dange-”

(Megumi) “I-I have to! Please! I...I know them!”

(Everyone) !!!

(Sara) “I’ll protect her, come on, we’re wasting time!”

Akira nodded as those going into the frontline hopped into Morgana.

(Morgana) “PEDAL TO THE METAL, JOKER!”

Akira slammed his foot on the gas pedal, and they flew out of the Monastery’s entrance towards the fight.

(Megumi) Everyone...don’t worry, I’m coming!

FINALE: Reunion

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[As Swift as Wind - Fire Emblem Three Houses]

UNIT SELECTION:

Begin the battle?

>[Yes] No

Victory Conditions: Rout the Enemy

Defeat Conditions: Any of your units or allied units fall.

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[Tearing Through Heaven (Rain) - Fire Emblem: Three Houses]

Ashe, Leonie, and Hubert led the group out of the woods and saw the field overwhelmed with bandits attempting to raid Garreg Mach. Taromaru jumped out of Yuki’s hands and ran towards the Monastery.

(Yuki) “TAROMARU!”

(Ashe) “D-Don’t worry! It’s heading towards the Monastery, we’ll find it later!”

(Hubert) “Goddess, there’s so many bandits!”

(Leonie) “Was this the group that the knights were talking about?!”

(Fie) “Yeah, we heard them trying to sneak up on you guys, but we managed to kill them before they could get the drop on you all. I gotta help the others, good luck!”

(Yuuri) “Did...you just say kill?!”

(Hubert) “Tch, not the time! Come on!”

Akechi reloaded his pistol and ducked behind cover as Byleth continued to deflect incoming projectiles with the Sword of the Creator.

(Akechi) “What son of a bitch decided to send this many bandits at us?!”

(Byleth) “Questions for later! Just keep at a distance until reinforcements-”

A van honking alerted the battlefield as Morgana barreled in, sending several enemy squads flying into the air.

(Byleth) “-Come in.”

The van’s door was slammed open, letting the vanguard spill out.

(Akira) “Mona, cover group B’s escape!”

Morgana drove off as the others charged in.

(Dimitri) “PROFESSOR, OVER HERE!”

Byleth dashed over to them, right as the bandits advanced.

Morgana’s bus stopped near the group, and Sara pulled out her pistol and took out any bandit trying to run to them.

(Sara) “COME ON!”

Megumi stepped out the van and her heart nearly stopped when she saw Group B.

It was her students.

It was actually them.

But there was no time for celebration, they were still in danger.

(Megumi) “YUKI-CHAN! RII-SAN, EBISUZAWA-SAN! GET IN!”

(Yuki) “Look, Megu-nee’s here!”

(Yuuri) “Yuki-chan don’t separa-”

[Yasashii Megu-nee Arigatou - School-Live!]

Yuuri froze and her eyes went wide open when she looked over at the van.

Kurumi was confused what Yuuri was staring at until she saw it too.

Megu-nee.

The world froze for Yuuri and Kurumi.

Megu-nee was at the van, yelling for them.

She was there to protect them again, even in a completely different world.

Even though she was dead.

...

(Yuki) “Let me go!”

(Yuuri) Yuki-chan, stop it!”

(Yuki) “Megu-nee’s still outside! We have to hurry!”

(Kurumi) “It’s too late! WAIT!”

(Yuki) “Megu-nee! Open the door, Megu-nee!”

The last time they saw her, she locked herself out to protect them from a horde of infected that had gotten in.

She died protecting them.

...

Defying all the logic in the world, she was in front of them again.

Yuuri found it suddenly difficult to breathe.

Was what she was seeing real?

Looking over at Kurumi, she appeared to have the same reaction.

Both of them completely at a loss of words.

Kurumi could barely speak.

(Kurumi) “M-Me...Megu-nee?”

Yuuri struggled to even process what she was seeing, and the fact it wasn’t a hallucination.

Tears started to form in both their eyes. They wanted to run to her and crush her with a hug. Tell her they were sorry for everything. Sorry that they couldn’t save her.

Sorry that she had to die.

(Miki) “YUKI-SENPAIII!”

Everyone realized while Yuki was running, Group B was busy with other bandits to see another one coming right behind her.

Megumi rushed towards her without hesitation, and grabbed her, and shoved her to the side.

(Bandit) “HYAH!”

(Yuki) “MEGUNEE!”

CRACK!

...

Blood started to drip onto the ground, Yuki realizing what just happened.

(Yuki) “M...Megu-nee...?”

Megumi felt blood on her back, it was all over in fact.

Everyone in the general vicinity turned to Megumi, eyes going wide.

But...there was no wound.

Megumi slowly turned around, seeing the bandit with a blade coming out the back of his mouth, with a choking noise coming out of him.

The blade slid upwards, splitting his face in half, and was about to fall on Megumi before it was flung backwards.

[Tearing Through Heaven (Thunder) - Fire Emblem: Three Houses]

(Megumi) “Slayer!”

The other houses quickly rushed past everyone, accompanied by the Knights of Seiros.

Bandits cowered in fear behind Doomguy, who was standing in front of Megumi’s students.

An archer panic fired, accidentally aiming for the students instead of Doomguy.

Doomguy’s shoulder cannon fired a grenade, making the arrow explode on impact.

(Bandit) “A-AH!”

(Megumi) “EVERYONE, GET TO THE VAN NOW!”

CHIK-CHIK!

Doomguy immediately charged for the bandits, blasting them into pieces while ripping a few of their limbs off.

Megumi did her best to block Yuki’s eyes from his carnage, and the rest of Group B came to help them escape into the van.

(Leonie) “Get out of here!”

Running across the field, Ashe, Leonie and Hubert provided cover fire as Sara made sure that they got inside.

(Megumi) “Is everyone in?!”

(Yuuri) “Y-Yes!”

(Sara) “Book it!”

...

Rean shot a wind attack out of his sword, sending several bandits flying into the air while Akechi shot them all midair.

Dimitri and Edelgard were fighting a heavily armored knight, with Dimitri using brute strength to keep the knight back as she kept striking at weak points in the armor.

With a final strike, Dimitri impaled the bandit through the stomach, as Edelgard’s axe struck him in the face.

Akira used Arsene to fly away from a magic barrage that was sent for him.

(Akira) “Damn! I’m pulling back for a moment!”

(Fie) “Understood!”

Claude and Fie covered his escape by firing arrows and bullets towards the bandits and keeping them distracted.

When Akira landed on a tree, he noticed several flocks of birds flying away, with the trees moving.

(Akira) “What the...?”

(Futaba) “JOKER, SOMETHING’S COMING! IT’S HEADED STRAIGHT FOR THE BATTLEFIELD!”

Akira looked at the direction the trees were falling, and it was going to come out right where the van was heading.

(Akira) “MONA, HIT THE BRAKES!”

Morgana stopped himself, which made everyone hit their seat with how hard it braked, only to see several trees fly out in front of them with a massive beast staring them down.

[Blooming Villain - Persona 5]

(Akechi) “You gotta be fucking kidding me!”

(Sara) “OUT, OUT, OUT!”

The doors flew open as everyone jumped out.

Morgana transformed in time and rolled sideways as the Demonic Beast flew forward, crushing several bandits in its path.

Dimitri, Edelgard, Claude, Byleth, Sara, and Rean ran to the beast, pointing their weapons at it.

Akira dropped next to them, joined by Akechi.

(Claude) “Bah, the one time we HAVE a giant beast for Slayer to rip and tear, he’s busy ripping someone else apart!”

(Edelgard) “Quit complaining! It’s going to attack soon!”

Kurumi clenched her shovel and ran up with them.

(Kurumi) “Megu-nee! Get everyone back, it’s my turn to protect you all!”

(Megumi) “EBISUZAWA-”

GRAAAAAAAH!

(Fie) “Hey. Cat-thing. Idea.”

(Morgana) “I’m not a-”

His frown quickly turned into a smile once he saw what Fie had in her hands.

Fie tossed Yuuri, Megumi, Miki, and Yuki several grenades.

(Fie) “Wanna make sure your friend doesn’t die, right? Then come with me.”

As the Demonic Beast tore apart the rest of the bandits, everyone waited to make their move.

(Claude) “H-Hang on, are you planning to fight a giant monster with a shovel?!”

(Rean) “I mean, we appreciate the thought but-”

(Sara) “You’re gonna need something more powerful than that!”

(Kurumi) “What, are you kidding me?! The shovel was the mightest weapon during the great war! In the trenches it got more than a thousand confirmed ki-”

(Akechi) “ARE YOU WANTING TO DIE, IDIOT?!”

(Byleth) “EVERYONE, HERE IT COMES!”

The Demonic Beast lashed its claws out, Dimitri blocking it with his brute strength.

With the attention on Dimitri, Claude rolled over to a good angle and let an arrow fly into its eye while Kurumi drove her shovel into its legs.

The arrow deflected off and the shovel barely left a dent.

(Claude) “Ah hell!”

(Kurumi) “OH CRAP!”

Edelgard and Rean swung their axe and katana into its other leg, but was deflected as well.

(Rean) “Damn, that hide’s tough!”

The demonic beast spun around and knocking Edelgard, Rean, and Kurumi back.

It grabbed Dimitri and threw him into a tree making it snap in half.

Dimitri barely stood back up, clenching his teeth with blood in rage.

(Dimitri) “IS THAT THE BEST YOU CAN DO?!”

The beast walked forward until it heard two voices.

(Akechi) “LOKI!”

(Akira) “ARSENE!”

Their Personas lowered its defense with a fire attack, making bits of its flesh drop off.

Byleth activated the whip function in his sword and swung it at the weak spots.

The sword sliced off several more chunks of flesh, making it roar violently.

It fired an explosive rock towards him, Byleth barely getting out of the way in time.

Akira used his grapple hook to get out of the way while Akechi dove for cover.

Sara shot it several times, catching his attention and faced towards her.

(Sara) “Jackpot!”

Using her Arcus, she activated what seemed to be a form of super speed, and flipped up onto its back.

Feeling her on its back, the demonic beast tried shaking her off, but to no avail.

Sticking her sword in deep where Byleth had previously hit it, making it scream out in pain. Her pistol shot the wound several times and then went on top of its head, shooting it in the eye.

After the fourth bullet, she had to reload but it had finally pierced the socket and blood started gushing out.

Jumping off, she saw Megumi and her students rush out.

(Fie) “Throw it now!”

Everyone tossed the grenades at its feet, which it stepped on when it was staggering from the attack.

The explosions made it reel back screeching at the top of its lungs.

Fie, Morgana, Akira, Sara, and Akechi all pulled out their guns and completely unloaded their ammo onto it, the bullets going deep into its flesh.

When it fell to the ground, Rean drove his katana straight into its head, where he was assuming the head was.

Edelgard cleaved it in the neck while Kurumi went for the other eye.

With a pathetic final roar, it went suddenly still.

[We Took Each Other’s Hand - School-Live!]

Everyone took a deep breath, before being startled by the sound of more gunshots.

Sara, Fie, Akira and Akechi double tapped it with another volley of gunfire.

(Claude) “Uh, I think you got it.”

(Fie) “Can’t be too sure.”

(Sara) “You alright, kid?”

(Kurumi) “Yeah, thanks.”

(Morgana) “Nice going, Claussell!”

(Fie) “Meh. I just saw my chance.”

(Yuki) “Did...that cat just talk?”

(Megumi) “You get used to it.”

Upon hearing her voice, the students looked at Megumi again.

(Yuuri) “Megu-nee...is...that really you?”

(Yuki) “Huh? She’s been with us the entire time, right?”

Everyone looked confused for a moment but Yuki.

(Yuki) “You managed to help us, just like you always do! Even when we got teleported here, it was you who kept us going!”

Megumi couldn’t help but feel a bit lost herself. She had no idea that they were even here until she heard the radio chatter from the Personas.

It was then Megumi noticed that Kurumi, Yuuri, and another student she’s never seen before had a dark expression over their face.

Deciding to pin that question for later, seeing Yuki’s smiling face started to overwhelm her with emotions.

Seeing her students alive and well was all she wanted.

And now, they were going to be able to live relatively peaceful lives in a world not crawling with infected.

It was too much for her to bear at once.

(Megumi) “Y-Yuki-chan!”

She started bawling as she wrapped Yuki in her arms, breaking down.

(Yuki) “Aww, Megu-nee, why are...you..c-crying?” sniff “...H-Huh?”

Yuki felt the tears coming down her face, though she didn’t understand why.

Megumi had always been with them...Back in the school, and even in this strange world when they first arrived.

...Right?

Yuki started to notice that she was crying as well.

The two were joined by Kurumi and Yuuri, who started to sob as well.

Everyone kept a respectful silence as they cried together.

Although Miki only knew about Megumi when she had to play along that she was here, she still felt a wave of relief washing over her.

Someone so dear to them was alive and well, albeit in a completely foreign world.

Her mind was starting to trail off into past memories, but Miki stopped herself. This was a time for joy.

Miki joined in the hug, but barely held back tears.

Even though Miki was a complete stranger, Megumi still hugged her as one of her own.

...

When Morgana transformed back into a van, he let them be the only ones inside beside Sara, who was driving.

Everyone else decided to walk back to the monastery.

...

Sara looked back at Megumi, who had the kids sleeping on her lap and shoulders.

It was clear they trusted her with their lives.

Sara chuckled to herself.

(Sara) “You lot couldn’t ask for a better teacher.”

...

(Dimitri) “Professor, you look a bit happier than normal.”

(Byleth) “Do I?”

(Sothis) “Yes, you have quite the stupid grin on, you know.”

(Akira) “No need to spoil the mood.”

(Sothis/Dimitri) “Sorry.”

(Edelgard) “Dimitri is right, it’s not that hard to see.”

(Byleth) “Well...Megumi told her about her students, and how those misfits will fit in with us.”

(Rean) “I’m looking forward to meeting them.”

Byleth’s smile grew even wider.

Megumi finally got her wish.

Epilogue

4 Days Later...

KNOCK KNOCK!

...

This dream agai-

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

...This dre-

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

...What-

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KN-

(Yuki’s Voice) “MEGU-NEEEEEE!”

(Megumi) incoherent mumbling

[Mezame no Waltz - School-Live!]

Opening her eyes and turning around, Megumi saw the ceiling of her room.

That was...Yuki’s voice. This must be the school.

Was...Was that all a dream?

(Towa) “A-Ah! Yuki, please calm down, you might wake up others!”

(Sara) “It sounds like you’re trying to break in, little lady!”

(Byleth) “I-It is a bit too early in the morning for something like that, Yuki.”

...She was still in Garreg Mach. Not back in the school.

This was her reality.

And she was so happy it was.

...Well, she would be if she could think. Seconds after being woken up this way, the only thing that was in her mind was “why”.

She reached out for her table to answer the door.

(Megumi) “Mn...a-ah-”

CLINK CLINK!

(Megumi) “...Can...”

Not bothering to change her clothes to answer the door, she opened it to see a bright eyed Yuki.

(Yuki) “Morning, Megu-nee!”

(Towa) “Hah, oh dear!”

(Sara) “Nice bedhead!”

(Byleth) “Go easy on her, she just woke up. Well, more like Yuki woke her up.”

(Yuki) “EH?! I-I’M SORRY, MEGU-NEE!”

Megumi softly chuckled and rubbed her eyes.

(Megumi) “No it’s okay. If you didn’t wake me up, Sara would have.”

(Sara) “Hey, I do not!”

(Towa) “That’s because you make ME do it, instructor!”

Byleth sighed and turned to Megumi.

(Byleth) “Yuki insisted we wake you up. Said you’d already be wide awake by now.”

Megumi invited everyone in and got changed and readied up in the bathroom. After having a nice little conversation, they all headed to the classrooms. Yuki rushed on ahead while Towa tried to chase her down.

(Sara) “Man, I thought I brought the life of the party with Class VII! She’s so enthusiastic about school!”

(Megumi) “Hah, she wasn’t always that way about it. She was a bit more reserved before I became her teacher.”

(Byleth) “Well, I’m glad she and the other students managed to find a good home here.”

Megumi smiled with Sara and Byleth.

Her students were finally safe, and at a place they could call home.

[Yasashisa ni Fureta Toki - School-Live!]

Kurumi got along well with Leonie, Chie, and the other tomboys of the classes.

Yuuri fit in with the more motherly students.

Miki, though a bit shy, is enjoying herself with the more mature and goofy students.

And Yuki was having an absolute blast with everyone she met, being fascinated by Garreg Mach.

It was literally everything Megumi wanted.

...

(Kurumi) “Man, we have to get up so early here!”

(Yuuri) “Hah, it’s not so different from our old school life then.”

(Miki) “Since when did we ever have to learn magic in our old school?!”

(Kurumi) “Beats math!”

(Towa’s Voice) “YUKI, PLEASE WAIT!”

(Yuki) “TAROMARUUU, THERE YOU ARE!”

The three girls watched Yuki pass by and run into the classroom after Taromaru, seeing a bright light inside.

(Yuuri) “What is going on in there?”

When they walked in, they saw all of the houses inside with a relatively large cake.

(Kazuma) “Oh good they’re in!”

(Akira) “Everyone, 3, 2, 1-”

(Everyone) “WELCOME TO GARREG MACH!”

The four were shocked, but even more so was Megumi who walked in.

(Megumi) “H-Huh?”

(Kazuma) “It kinda dawned on us that you never got your own little party for coming in here! Heck, even we did, and we were the first ones to be in this crazy sh....crap.”

(Dimitri) “We had Mercedes make it, seeing as she’s our expert baker.”

(Mercedes) “Everyone pitched in as well! Money for the ingredients, the flavor, ideas what to write!”

(Edelgard) “Though we did have too many cooks...”

(Claude) “A cake or two was ruined buuut, what matters is we came on top!”

(Sara) “Hah, well this is for you and your kids, Sakura.”

(Miki) “T-Thank you so much!”

(Kurumi) “That looks great, thanks!”

(Yuuri) “Ah, thank you!”

(Yuki) “THANK YOU!”

Yuki hugged Dimitri, Edelgard, and Claude.

Megumi smiled and looked over at the cake.

Doomguy’s shoulder cannon shot out a tiny flame, lighting the candles.

“Welcome to Garreg Mach

Yuuri

Miki

Kurumi

Yuki

Megu-nee!”

Megumi shook her head.

(Byleth) “Is something wrong with the cake?”

(Megumi) “I thought all the students should know by now...

Don’t call me Megu-nee, it’s Professor Sakura!”

[Friend Shitai! - School-Live!]

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testedtommyau · 4 years ago

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Act 1, Scene 1, part 2

Usual warnings of swearing, violence, trauma references

Loud flashes of lights, sharp pains, screams and cries. It was all too familiar…

Tommy’s ears rang painfully, he sat up and rubbed his pounding head, the explosion was HUGE, he looked around at the room littered with corpses, Bubby and Dr Coomer nowhere to be seen. Tommy got up and brushed off the dirt that had clung to his shirt, he looked down at one of the scientists and kneeled, holding its bloodied head up to ‘look’ at him.

“N-Not so s-smart now, are you?” He shoved the face to the ground and stood up, kicking the corpse and walking down to the hallway to look for a way out. The hallways were covered in blood from those unfortunate to have been hit with the blast, well… unfortunate for them at least. As far as Tommy was concerned, they had it coming to them. But now he had to make sure Benrey was okay, he can’t even consider leaving without knowing where they are. Stepping down the rooms of the facility Tommy began to worry, had Benrey been seriously hurt? Or did some scientists survive and take them?

Tommy started to walk faster, looking around and calling out Benrey’s name, he’d never forgive himself if something happe-Tommy let out a yelp as he tripped on something and hit the ground, he sat up and looked at what sent him to the floor.

“B-Benrey!?” Tommy quickly got to his feet and rushed to Benrey who was laying on the ground, eyes closed.

“Benrey…?” Tommy gently shook them, Benrey squirmed and rubbed their eyes.

“Brooo, tryin’ to chill here.” Benrey groaned, Tommy let out a sigh of relief and picked the alien up into his arms.

“We vibin’ now?” Benrey asked.

“W-w-we’ve got to g-g-get out now.” Tommy replied, Benrey leaned their head against Tommy’s chest. Benrey’s eyes gazed on the destroyed rooms, they saw one with a table, the room numbered 84, they quickly covered their face and buried it into Tommy’s chest. The other looked at Benrey then at the room, Tommy’s breathing quickened as he held Benrey’s head and walked faster, they needed to get away.

“No more of that, right?” Benrey asked, Tommy’s heart sank at hearing the fear in their voice.

“N-No more, w-w-we’re going to be free of it.” He assured, Benrey smiled and hopped down so they could walk themselves.

Benrey paused for a moment when they heard a familiar voice, breaking away from Tommy they walked to the direction of the voice.

“As far as I know this is company policy, as of today!”

It was that Gordon guy, Tommy rolled his eyes and followed after Benrey, not trusting one second of them being left alone with a human.

“Listen, listen, a guard followed me.” Gordon paused as he saw Benrey walking towards them.

“Oh there he is.” Bubby said, Benrey waved and hurried over as Gordon yelled ‘Hey’, that must mean he wants them to come over yes? Tommy not far behind.

“You uh, talkin’ about a passport?” Benrey asked, wanting to join the conversation. Gordon rudely ignored them and kept talking to Bubby.

“Whatever happened, he jumped in there.” Gordon started, immediately pointing at Benrey. Benrey’s eyes widened at being accused so fast. “And then YOU jumped in as well.” Gordon said to Bubby.

“One test, three people, it just go boom, that’s all I know.”

“Did I, did I not tell you to… To not touch that?” Benrey started but was interrupted by Gordon shoving his hands into the other’s chest.

“DID I NOT TELL YOU! TO GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE TEST CHAMB-ACK!” Gordon was thrown back, quickly gasping for air as he felt a pair of hands tightly around his throat, holding him up so that his feet weren’t touching the floor. He looked down and saw Tommy, his eyes filled with rage and bloodlust. Benrey behind Tommy gripping at his shirt, hiding their face in the fabric.

“D-d-do not. EVER. Touch Benrey. L-like that. A-a-again.” Tommy warned with a growl, Gordon nodded fast and he was promptly dropped, leaving him gasping for air. Gordon coughed for a minute and leaned against the wall.

“Dude what the fuck!?” Gordon snapped, Tommy’s eyes just glaring at him.

“I think you better not do that again, bitch.” Bubby pointed out to Gordon as if it wasn’t obvious.

“Was just, just tryin’ to help bro…” Benrey muttered. Tommy held them close as Benrey shook, they gripped onto Tommy’s shirt and hid their face into his chest.

“Y-Y-You b-better apologize, y-you were v-v-very mean.” Tommy said, Gordon rubbed the sore spot on his throat and looked at Benrey. Letting out a sigh he stood up.

“Okay, okay, I’m really stressed out and it makes me, just lash out. I’m sorry, but please listen to me next time.” Gordon said, Tommy rolled his eyes, was it that hard for a proper apology? What can he expect, Gordon’s human. He shouldn’t have expected any better.

“Is, is okay bro...” Benrey muttered, Tommy couldn’t understand how Benrey could just… be okay with this, strange thing, he adored them, but they were strange.

“W-w-we need to get out…” Tommy muttered.

“Yes, I want to get the fuck out of here.” Bubby grumbled.

“Okay, okay, we should head over to a few rooms and see if there’s anywhere we can go, maybe someone will know if we can use the trams.” Gordon said, he started walking, expecting the others to follow. Bubby ended up following and so did Benrey, Tommy sighed and begrudgingly followed suit.

“B-Benny?”

“Hm? Yeah bro?” Benrey slowed down so they could be standing next to Tommy as he spoke.

“A-a-are you okay?”

“Yeah bro, I got you with me!” Benrey pecked Tommy on the cheek and kept walking, Tommy’s face went a little red as he touched the kiss spot, not unusual for Benrey to do so but it still made him blush.

The three arrived at some other room, Tommy couldn’t care less to remember, Gordon went off to talk to some scientists, so he just stalled around to look. The test tubes were broken, that can’t be good, knowing this shithole something ungodly was bound to escape from a place like this, Benrey stood beside him and the two held hands.

“Still don’t like these…”

“I-I know, b-but soon we won’t have to any-anymore.” Tommy looked towards Gordon and saw something creeping up behind him.

“W-Watch out!” He called out, Gordon looked over.

“Tommy? What is it?”

“Watch out t-there’s creatures!” He repeated, a headcrab pounced at Gordon, making him scream out as he punched it away, it made weird alien noises and kept going after whoever was closest. Benrey felt around their guard outfit and smirked when they felt the specific weapon, they pulled out the gun and started firing, quickly firing out a massive explosive ball from their palm to add to the bullets, making the headcrab fucking exploded everywhere while Bubby was running around like a headless chicken who still had the ability to speak. Tommy stared and grinned a little at seeing Benrey wreck the area.

“What the, what are we arming our guards with!? What the fuck was that?!” Gordon shouted,

“Oh my god they’re dead!” Bubby yelled, Benrey calmly walked over to Gordon to answer his question.

“That was uh, that was a passport.”

Gordon stared at them in utter disbelief. Gordon rubbed the sides of his head and went over to calm Bubby down; Tommy went over to Benrey and kissed their cheek.

“N-N-Nice work.” He said, Benrey smiled wide, their eyes twinkling excitedly. The two then saw one of the scientists had survived, Tommy’s eyes narrowed at the unfortunately familiar face.

“W-w-want to handle this o-one?” Tommy asked, Benrey looked over and nodded, lightly hopping on their feet. Tommy felt his lips curl into a small smile as Benrey excitedly went off to the scientist, but his mood was ruined by hearing Gordon’s voice talking to him.

“Tommy, Tommy?” Tommy looked over at him. Gordon’s eyes suddenly widen, Tommy could hear a noise and he just kept a straight face while Gordon was obviously freaking out on the inside.

“What is, what is happening? What the fuck?” Gordon muttered, he then started pointing.

“Tommy, Tommy look behind you.” Tommy took his sweet time, hearing the other man’s cries of pain as Benrey burnt him to a crisp. Only looking when there was nothing, so he could pretend Gordon was just seeing things.

“D-did he do that…?” Gordon muttered, Bubby and Tommy just looked at him silently. Gordon cautiously walked over to Benrey.

“Hey uh, what, what happened to them?” he asked, Benrey looked at him then back at the ash rubble.

“Uh, they didn’t have their passport.” Was all they could come up with. Gordon audibly gulped; Tommy chuckled quietly to himself.

“You’re going to want to find that passport Gordon.” Bubby piped in, Gordon nodded fast and gave Benrey’s shoulder a pat.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry bud we’re gonna find that passport, yeah.” Benrey looked at the hand on their shoulder and smiled brightly at Gordon, tapping their leg when Gordon let go to talk to Bubby again, Tommy looked over at Benrey who was still grinning. He felt his chest tighten up, it was weird, it was unwanted. He didn’t like this feeling at all, maybe his instincts were warning he should keep Gordon away from Benrey.

Gordon and Bubby started continuing onto the next room.

“Tommy! Other, guard guy! You coming?” Gordon called out.

“Uh, y-yeah.” He replied, walking over with Benrey.

“Hey, Dr Coomer! Wait, wait Coomer move out the way!” Gordon said as he tried to tug Dr Coomer away from the laser.

“Yo bro look at this.” Benrey called out, Tommy looked over and saw Benrey trying to do the limbo with the laser, they winked at Tommy as their head was upside down from bending so low. The laser was so close to zapping Benrey in the belly but luckily Benrey had chosen to take a flatter human’s form, not thin, but flat enough that it missed them. Tommy was what most humans would call thin, but it’s been a while since he’s had a decent meal. Actually, Tommy doesn’t know when he’s ever had a decent meal.

“You call that bendy? I’ll show you fucker.” Bubby went to the beams after Benrey had gotten through and did the same, his skinny nimble body getting under the laser easy, a few joints cracking on the way.

“Niiiice, now you Tomsy!” Benrey said, tapping on their leg. Tommy gulped; his sheer height might prevent him from making it through and being zapped was not something he needed right now. Gordon and Dr Coomer were still busy chatting. Tommy leaned his back backwards and tried walking through, only ending up with his hands on the floor as he kept going.

“Oh yo bro you look like a uh, like a tall crab, Crab Tommy.” Benrey chuckled, Tommy got back up and rubbed his shoulders.

“I-I’d like to n-not do that a-a-again.” He stated, Bubby sitting on a ledge.

“S-s-so you got put w-with Dr Coomer?” Tommy asked, Bubby nodded.

“Yes, he was the only non-idiotic dipshit that didn’t treat me like some grapefruit to be given random surgeries on.” Bubby grumbled while gazing at Dr Coomer.

“Sooooo ya like him?” Benrey asked, making kissy faces. Bubby blushed hard.

“S-shut the fuck!” Bubby said, Tommy watching as Benrey cackled, Tommy didn’t see what was so embarrassing, he and Benrey like each other, they were openly close friends, what was there to be embarrassed by?

“Hmph, c’mon lets GOOOO!” Bubby yelled out to Dr Coomer and Gordon.

“’M gonna, go explore.” Benrey said wandering off.

“D-don’t go too f-far!” Tommy called out, the scientists walking in a group of four down the facility, Gordon looked over to them.

“How… have any of you gone to the surface without the tram? Is it possible by foot?” Gordon asked, Tommy stayed silent.

“I dunno, I was born down here.” Bubby said, Tommy and Dr Coomer nodded. Gordon just looked more confused.

“You were, you were born here?”

“Yes.”

“I, I didn’t know that. I, Black Mesa does Test Tube Babies?”

“This place is oooooooold, Gordon.” Was all Bubby had to say, Gordon sighed and nodded.

“That’s true, definitely older than me, you guys are all older than me combined. Except for Tommy who’s like. Five.”

Tommy shot a look at Gordon, what the fuck did he just say?

“We love our little Tommy.” Bubby taunted, making Tommy’s fists clench and shake, he tries to start walking away to calm down.

“Yeah yeah, we love our little Tommy.” Gordon agreed, Tommy had enough and shoved Gordon to the wall.

“I’M N-N-NOT YOUR L-LITTLE T-T-TOMMY! I’M AN A-ADULT!” Tommy shoved him away and stormed off, shaking in anger. Gordon was frozen in near fear from the sudden shouting, Gordon felt his heart start racing and his body shaking, trying to calm down fast from being yelled at.

“O-Okay.” Gordon squeaked.

“Y-You, t-that’s very r-r-rude! I-I look like an adult.” Tommy mumbled, he looked towards a broken mirror and stepped towards it. Looking at himself, he, he looks like an adult! He’s not a little child, he deserved to be treated as such. Tommy looked at the freckles, was that… something that made him look too young? He hoped not, they were nice to look at. What if that’s all this Gordon, sees him as? A child, Tommy felt their fists ball up, he was not a child, he was not weak or defenceless, not anymore. Pings of pain flickered through his body, what if Gordon just wants to hurt him like everyone else does.

Gordon watched from a distance, a pang of guilt going through his body. As the thought went on he thinks how he really shouldn’t have said that, but he’s unsure if Tommy would even want him going over at that moment. Maybe he can apologize properly later when he’s calmed down.

Tommy lagged behind for a bit, mostly keeping an eye out but also not trusting Gordon or Bubby to stay behind him. That was just opening a chance for either to take advantage of his blindspot. Dr Coomer looked behind him to check that Tommy was still with them, he slowed down for a moment.

“Are you alright Tommy?”

“Hm? Y-Yeah.”

“You seem rather troubled.”

Yeah no shit.

“You know you can talk to me about it.” He continued.

“I-I want to g-g-go.” Tommy pushed past Coomer and kept walking, the old man let out a long sigh and followed without more questions.

Tommy’s mind was racing, he was finally going to get out. Why did it all still feel the same? The feeling of dread, the tug of pains the fear of harm. It was all still plaguing his mind and it wouldn’t go away!

“OWWWWWW!!”

Tommy snapped out of his internal crisis when he heard Benrey scream, he should never have let them go alone! Tommy bolted in the direction of the others and saw Gordon pulling Benrey away from a laser.

“Dude! What the, the fuck man you could’ve died!” Gordon snaps, Benrey holding onto their head from the shock. Tommy rushed over and took Benrey’s hand, checking over the other’s head.

“Holy shit, what kind of helmet is that?!”

“Standard issue, Black Mesa Helmets!” Bubby answers, Benrey shook in Tommy’s arms and Gordon went over to the two.

“Shit man, are you okay?” Gordon asks, though needily muttering under his breath about should he even be caring. That earned him a death glare from Tommy. Can this bitch do anything nice without immediately breaking it?

“I’m still like, fifty percent sure this is all your fault.”

“M-Mr Freeman y-you need t-t-to shut up!”

Benrey gagged a little, then their stomach clenched up. That wasn’t a good sigh, Tommy gulped and stroked their back.

“Uh, are you oka-ohhh gosh he’s spitting out blue.”

Benrey coughed and sung out some sweet voice, the colours changing from blue then fading to purple. Benrey let out a sigh and slumped further into Tommy’s arms.

“Is that normal?” Bubby asked as he backed away.

“What the fuck, I don’t know what that is.” Gordon observed the floating stream of coloured balls.

“I-I can read this!” Tommy piped up.

“You, you can read this?!”

He nodded fast.

“W-when it’s, the purple of an evening… Of a spring evening, t-then it m-m-means they’re okay.” Tommy explains.

“He’s okay, he’s okay…”

Benrey let out another little squeak of sweet voice noise, Tommy couldn’t help but find it adorable, it was like someone booped Benrey on the nose and it honked.

“Okay, thank you Tommy.” Gordon said with a smile, Tommy felt a bubble go into his throat. Did, he just thank him? Properly appreciate something? That was a, strange feeling. Benrey nuzzled Tommy’s chest and moved back, ready to get going again.

“Last one to the elevator is a rotten egg!” Bubby announced, he started speeding through and Coomer excitedly joined.

“What!? Why would we race!?” Gordon watched the two bolt through the lasers.

“Yooo we playin?”

Tommy and Benrey were quick to dash on their feet after, ignoring Gordon’s please to be careful. Bubby announcing that he almost died only to be lectured by Gordon pointing out that he was going through a laser. Tommy and Benrey reached the end relatively unharmed, aside from the initial damage from the laser Benrey copped to the head and a crack in their helmet.

At least that was now out of the way.

“Hey bro, look at this.” Benrey beckoned Tommy over, the man walked over and looked through the glass door Benrey was pointing at, there was an elevator stuck. He could hear a few scientists talking as they were stuck inside. Sparks flying out the joints as the elevator was threatening to fall if it had a little… encouragement.

“Right this way.” Benrey said, mostly talking to Tommy but Gordon had heard and went towards the button, not knowing what Tommy and Benrey did.

“Yeah, hopefully we can get closer to the surface this way…”

The button was pressed, that was all that was needed for the machine to break and the elevator gave a harsh hissing sound as it came loose.

“Oh god.”

The elevator came crashing down, the screams of the scientists trapped inside filled the room as they fell to their inevitable death.

“Oh my god!!” Gordon placed his hands on the glass looking down hopelessly, guilt setting into his chest. Behind him Tommy was smirking to himself, another load of unwanted scum erased from his life, Benrey snickering beside him.

“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!?” Bubby screamed out, Gordon was visibly panicking and stepped away, his eyes widening at the four now surrounding him. Tommy and Benrey looked at each other then back at Gordon, seeing him stutter and shake under everyone’s gaze.

“I-I, I just…! I didn’t…!”

Gordon’s state only got worse when Coomer and Bubby went on at him for killing those men, Benrey raised an eyebrow. The guy didn’t mean to do it, and neither of them warned him about it.

Benrey went over to Gordon, they took Gordon’s hands and held them.

“Calm, clam down? Want calm down?”

Gordon shook for a bit. He nodded and closed his eyes, Benrey sung some blue balls at him and they faded onto his skin, Gordon’s breathing steadied as he slowly started to calm down. The room was silent for a moment minus Gordon’s shaky breaths. Gordon felt Benrey’s fingers gently combing his ponytail, he focused on the feeling as the sweet voice took effect.

Tommy felt something tugging at his chest, nothing physical, there was no alien in his chest grabbing his heart. But it felt something along those lines, he was unsure what it was. Was it a good feeling? A bad feeling? The way Benrey was showing such care for a human, a human that showed a couple times to give no shits about them. But the way Gordon looked so, vulnerable? It was a look he knew all too well, the way his body was tense, how his eyes were distant and wide but clenched tightly when closed. Tommy’s own heart felt… bad? No, no he didn’t feel bad for this human, he was just bringing up memories that he can relate to. Tommy’s fists clenched a little at watching how close they were being to him.

“Um… t-thanks. Um…?”

“It’s Benrey.” They smiled when Gordon looked up at them.

“Benrey… thanks Benrey.” Gordon’s chest felt tight, he wasn’t expecting the ‘guard’ to… care.

“We should get going.” Tommy said, interrupting their moment.

“Oh, yeah bro!”

“Uh, yeah, we should get going.” Gordon moved the door open and stepped inside, gulping at the drop he stepped aside to let the others go through.

“Let’s make sure we don’t run into any of those, fucking alien things.”

Coomer jumped onto the ladder and headed up. “Well, nothing ventured nothing gained!”

Tommy followed not long after, he got over to the ledge and looked down to see Gordon and Bubby struggling up. Benrey floated up and sat on the ledge with them while Bubby and Gordon struggled to get up.

“Y-You, did a good j-job calming h-him.”

“Learned from the best, bro!”

“B-B-But, why did you? H-he’s always mean to y-you.”

Benrey smacked their lips while thinking. “Well uh, because I wanna, be a big cool, be all, be nice. Maybe he a bit, bit angry, like you.”

Tommy stared at Benrey for a moment. Letting out a sigh, Tommy took Benrey’s hand and they headed towards the door. The two looked around the area for any danger, only to see a surviving guard instead. Benrey gulped and moved closer to Tommy who was already tense, the guard spotted them and backed up.

“Wait a minute, Benrey? How the, fuck why did you of all people survive that? You were inside the explosion!” The guard snapped, gripping his gun and pulling it out.

“H-hey bro.” The alien gulped loudly.

“Why I outta get you back in those cells and make sure the both of you are put back in your plac-AGH!” The guard was flung to the ground as Tommy was suddenly on top, pounding his fist into the guard’s face.

“Whoa, whoa!!” Gordon rushed towards Tommy who was blindlessly beating the guy, Benrey grabbed Gordon’s hand and tugged him away.

“I wouldn’t do that bro!”

“Tommy, we need to stay calm!” Dr Coomer managed to pry Tommy off the guard despite his thrashings, the guard coughed and backed away, nose bleeding and possibly broken.

“Tommy, what the fuck…?” Gordon asked, Tommy pressed his back against the wall, breathing heavy and shaking. Knuckles stained in blood.

“Don’t be mad at him bro-YO look out!” Benrey pulled Gordon down as a headcrab pounced at them.

“Oh shit!” He swung his crowbar and clobbered it to death. With a sigh of relief, he looked over at the guard who was being pulled up by Bubby.

“Get up you lazy bastard.”

“I’m up, I’m up. Hm, what the hell are these things?” The guard asked, pointing towards the headcrab.

“I have no idea what they are.” Gordon admitted, though does anyone know what they are?

Tommy glared up at Gordon, this fucker thinks he has any right to tell him to not beat up that bitch? The guard stayed by Gordon, clearly fearing Tommy.

He should be afraid from the shit he’s done. Tommy didn’t notice that the others had already started heading off, he was stuck in his own head, he just wanted to be alone right now. His skin felt tight, like it was itchy, his vision grew fuzzy and everything was too loud, too bright. Everything was too much.

“Tommy?”

Oh not now.

“Tommy, hey man? Are you coming?”

Please make him go away! Tommy shivered, he couldn’t move, he wanted to hide. Please, please, please go away!

“Um, hello?” Gordon gently put his hand on Tommy’s arm, only for him to violently wrench his arm away and back up.

“G-Get away!” Tommy yelled, he stormed off to the direction of Bubby and Dr Coomer, leaving Gordon confused. He looked to the side and saw Benrey staring at the wall.

“Hey what’s up with Tommy? Is he normally this mad? Hello?”

Benrey shook their head a little and looked at Gordon, eyes a bit distant.

“Wha?”

“… Never mind…”

Benrey gave a shrug and headed with the others, Gordon following in tow.

#TTommy #tested tommy au #tested tommy x benrey #Tested Tommy #tested tommy ch 3 #violence tw #tw trauma #caps tw

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thebluenebula · 4 years ago

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I don't have a whole pile to say but enjoy.

Masterlist

Day 4

Day 6

The New Bat Day 5

06:46. That's what my phone said when I looked at it. I groaned and sat up. After stretching, I got up and went about my morning routine, then headed down to the kitchen.

I flicked on the light and glanced round the room, empty. Must be too early for anyone to be up. No one would mind if I made a sandwich, I'm sure. After a minute of looking I found the ingredients for a sandwich. I sat down and munched on my sandwich. Not bad. Then again, how can you fuck up a sandwich.

After I was finished, I washed my dishes, plus some more that must have been from the night before. "My goodness!" The voice startled me. I turned around and saw Alfred standing in the door. "It's not too often anyone else around here washes their own dishes, never mind someone elses."

I giggled. "Good morning Alfred.

"Good morning Miss Ashleigh." Alfred said as he threw on an apron. "How did you sleep?"

"Okay, yeah. You?"

"Like a rock Miss Ashleigh. Any plans for the day?"

"No. None." I watched as Alfred took the dishes I had cleaned and began putting them away. "Sorry. I didn't know where everything went."

"That's quite alright."

"Do you have any coffee?" I asked. I was dying for some coffee.

"Yes. Over there's in the cupboard. I'll put on the kettle."

"Thanks." I opened the cupboard and spotted two jars of coffee. I grabbed the nearest one.

"I would recommend putting that back, unless you wish with losing a finger." Alfred stated. "That's Master Timothy's personal jar."

I put it down and grabbed the other jar. "Tim must really like coffee. That looks like a really expensive jar."

"Master Timothy lives on coffee. Sometimes I think it's what runs through his veins."

"Honestly wouldn't surprise me." Dick said as he entered the kitchen.

"Good morning Master Dick. Omelette?"

"No thanks Alfred." Dick walked over And grabbed some sugary looking cereal from the cupboard. "How are you settling in Ashleigh?"

"Good." I took a seat at the table. "Are you usually up this early?"

"I try to be." Dick sat down beside me with a bowl of cereal.

"You go out at night and wake up early in the morning?"

"Yep." Dick replied, taking a spoonful of his cereal.

"So you're both a night owl and an early bird?"

"Yup."

"So when do you sleep?"

"Mornin'." Jay interrupted, arms stretched, and yawning.

"Morning Master Jason. Omelette?"

Jay grunted and nodded before walking over and sitting down across from Dick and I.

"Morning." Dick looked curiously at Jay. "Speaking of early birds. You are not one Jay."

Jay grunted. "Nope."

"So why are you up?" Jay looked up at Dick then gave me a cheeky smirk. Dick looked between me and Jay. "What are you two up to?"

Jay smirked. "Don't worry about it Dick."

Dick looked at him. "I'm extremely concerned."

"Well you can be concerned after breakfast." Alfred said as he set down a plate of omelettes in front of Jay.

"You not eating Ash?" Dick asked.

"I already ate." I looked at Dick. "Ash?"

"Yeah." Dick took another spoonful of his colourful cereal. "Like a nickname. Ashleigh. Ash. I mean I can stop if you want me to."

"No. No. It's okay. It's kinda a cute name."

"Ash." Jay said to himself. "Sounds kinda deadly. Like a name for a pyromaniac."

"Cute and deadly." I smiled.

"That's should be Cass's tagline." Steph said as she walked in.

"Morning Miss Stephanie. Omelette?"

"Sure thing Alfred." Alfred handed Steph a plate as she walked by and sat down beside Jay. "So what is it we're talking about?"

"Ash." Jay said bluntly

"As in the stuff from fire?" Steph asked curiously.

"No, as short for Ashleigh." Dick corrected her.

"Sounds like a pyromaniac."

"Told you." Jay said triumphantly.

"I still think it's cute." I stated.

"And deadly." Jay added.

"Ashleigh doesn't look like she could hurt a fly." Steph commented.

"I could hurt a fly."

"She definitely could hurt a fly." Jay laughed.

Dick looked at him. "I feel like I'm missing something."

"Ditto." Steph looked at Jay.

Jay took out his phone. "What is this?" Dick asked.

"Just watch." Jay replied.

We watched as I lifted a rifle and fired it at the target. Kate standing beside me. I watched as Dicks eyes widen. The video ended.

Dick took a deep breath. "You gave her a gun." He said slowly. Jay nodded. "The one thing I specifically asked you not to."

"To be fair. You gave us a long ass lecture, and specifically told me not to do a lot of things. I cant be expected to remember them all." Dick silently stood up and gestured for Jay to follow him as he walked out of the room. "I think I just earned myself another lecture."

"Should I tell him that it was my idea or something?" I asked, trying to help Jay out of trouble.

"No." Jay said as he stood up. "I knew a lecture was coming." He stood up and walked towards the door. "See you three later."

We watched as he left. "So that's what you two got up?" Steph said.

"Yep."

Alfred took the half empty plates. "You don't seemed surprised Alfred." I commented.

"Once I seen you go off with Master Jason I knew there was probably guns involved."

"Very rarely that something happens that Alfred doesnt know about." Steph said.

"That includes what you and Cass got up to in the garden last week." Alfred stated.

Steph's face reddened. "Anyway..." She quickly changed the topic. "You up to anything after dinner?"

"No, and I don't think Jays gonna steal me today."

Steph giggled. "Do you bake?"

"Bake? Not often."

"How about this evening? Cass and I were going to do some baking this evening. Maybe you wanna join us?"

"I thought all the kids were banned from cooking?"

"Miss Stephanie and Cassandra are allowed to bake once a week." Alfred explained.

"Are you claiming I'm not a competent cook, Alfred?" Steph questioned.

"That is precisely what I'm claiming."

"Yeah. That's fair." Steph admitted.

"So who is a competent cook?" I asked.

"Myself, of course." Alfred said. "Master Jason, and Miss Kate."

"There's like..." I started trying to count all the people I'd seen around the house, and gave up. "Fifteen people in this house, and only four can cook?"

"No. They can all cook." Alfred corrected me. "Only three can cook without setting the kitchen on fire."

"It was one time Alfred." Steph said. Alfred stared at her. "Okay, twice." Alfred continued staring. "Fine. A handful of times." Alfed smiled and walked over to the sink. Steph turned back to me. "So what do you say?"

"I'd love to." I said. "If that's okay with you, and Cass?"

"Of course." She replied and placed her hand on my shoulder. "Cass and I are excited to get to know you."

I smiled at her. "Me too."

"Speaking of Cass, I wonder where she is? She's usually up about now." Steph looked to the door. "I'm going to go check on her. You want to come?"

"No. That's okay."

Steph nodded and said goodbye as she headed up stairs. I said goodbye to Alfred and headed to my room. I passed Harper on the way. She groggily said hello and headed into the bathroom. I smiled and headed into my room.

A couple hours passed as I sat around in my room scrolling through my phone. I glanced at my messages. I had a dozen missed texts from my friend back in Ireland. I honestly agent even thought to text her since I'd arrived.

"Hey." I texted her.

A few minutes later she responded. "Hey. How have you been? How's the move gone?"

"Its been good. It's different."

"How are the Waynes treating you?"

"Like family."

"That's greats. I'll have to come visit one day."

"One day. I'm still settling in."

"Call later???"

"Maybe. I think I'm baking later, but I'll see afterwards."

"You? Baking? That can only end in disaster."

"Haha. Let's hope not."

A knock on my door startled me back to real life. "Come in."

"Hey." Bruce said as he entered, holding a tray of food. "Dinner. Courtesy of Alfred."

"Thank you." I took the tray from him.

"Mind if I sit for a while?" Bruce asked.

"Not at all."

Bruce sat. I quickly checked the message I was sent. "Tell me how the baking goes."

"Will do. I gtg rn. Ttyl."

"Friend of yours?" Bruce asked.

"Yeah. From Ireland."

"If you ever want to bring someone over or go... back over," Bruce said. "I can arrange it."

"Thank you, but I'd like to settle in more first."

"Right." Bruce nodded. "Sorry I haven't been around as much as you had probably expected."

"It's alright." I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little disappointed, but I know Bruce did his best to set aside as much time for me as he could.

"You still want to go shopping tommorow?" Bruce asked.

"Yes. I'd love to."

Bruce attempted to hand me some money. "Kate mentioned you were afraid to ask."

I pushed the cash back to him. "Yeah but it's alright. Kate gave me some yesterday."

Bruce chuckled. "Of course she did. Take it anyway." He forced the money into my hand.

"Thank you."

"Never be afraid to ask me anything Ashleigh." Bruce smiled at me. "For money, if you need do be brought somewhere, anything."

"Thank you." I smiled. "I'm starting to sound like a broken record." Bruce laughed.

"Hey Ashleigh, you ready-" Steph stopped as she spotted Bruce. "Oh hi Bruce."

"Hey Steph."

"I was just looking for Ashleigh."

Bruce stood up. "I'll leave you two up to- whatever it is you two intend to get up to."

"Bye Bruce."

"See yah B."

Bruce stopped. "What time do you want to go tommorow Ashleigh?"

"I don't mind."

"How does eleven sound?"

"Yeah that's fine."

"Great. Talk to you two later." Bruce left Steph and I alone.

"I came to tell you that Cass and I were about to start baking."

I hopped up. "Oh cool."

We headed out of my room and down the stairs. "So you and Bruce going shopping tommorow?"

"Yeah."

"What are you going to buy?"

"Furniture and clothes."

"Got space for two more?"

"You and Cass?"

"Yes."

"You'll have to ask Bruce."

"Bruce never says no to Cass." Steph stated. "She's like his kryptonite."

I giggled as we walked into the kitchen. Cass stood by the kitchen island with a chef hat and apron on. "Hello."

"Hey." Steph grabbed a apron and hat and handed them to me.

I threw on the apron and looked at the hat. "Is the hat necessary?"

"No." Cass said.

"I think they're hilarious though." Steph added.

"Fair enough." I put on the hat. "So what are we making?"

"Strawberry shortcake." Cass said longingly.

"Cass loves strawberry shortcake." Steph explained, while grabbing a mixing bowl.

"So how do we make strawberry shortcake?" I asked.

Steph held up a sheet. "Got it all written down."

We began baking and chatting. I learned a lot about Steph, not so much about Cass. Almost two hours later and we placed the cake into the oven. "That was very enjoyable." I said.

"Yeah." Steph said. Cass nodded in agreement. "Now we wait."

"How long?" I asked.

Steph looked at the instructions. "Uhh... a while, I guess. I forgot to write that down. We can just guess."

"Like an hour?" Cass suggested. Steph and I nodded in agreement.

"I'm amazed we didn't make too much of a mess." Steph looked around.

A bit of dough here and there, some flour on the floor, but nothing more then should be expected. "Alfred made it sound so much worse." I said.

"Oh me and Cass aren't too bad but if you get a couple of us together, it can be..."

"Messy." Cass finished her sentence.

"How so?" I asked.

She looked off into the distance dramatically reminiscing. "You ever try to get honey out of your hair?"

"No."

"Don't." She warned me

"I didn't intend to."

We both turned to look at Cass, who was giggling. "You smelt like honey for a week."

I began giggling, half at the thought of Steph smelling like honey, and half at the fact Cass was giggling. It was a contagious laugh.

"It wasn't funny." Steph insisted. Cass and I's laughter stopped as Steph slapped a handful of flour into our hair and stepped back. "You know white suits you two."

I blinked as flour dropped down by my face. "Oh." I began laughing again.

Cass leaned into me and whispered. "There's honey in fridge."

"That seems mean." I whispered back.

"I get flour hair, she gets honey hair."

"What are you two whispering about?" Steph asked as she watched Cass walk over to the fridge. "Cass?" Cass took a jar of honey. "Cass, no!"

Steph immediately ducked behind me as Cass came forward. "Don't get me involved."

"I'm using you as a human shield. Cass won't hit you." Steph insisted.

"Sorry Ashleigh." Cass said as she took a handful of honey. " Going to be messy."

Five minutes, and a jar honey later, and all three of us and the kitchen was covered in honey. "So now I understand what Alfred was talking about." I said as I took a glob of honey out of my hair.

"Sorry." Cass apologised. "Had to get Steph."

"That's fair."

"I hate you two." Steph moaned.

"No you don't." Cass said.

"No I don't." Steph admitted.

"You love us."

"I do, but I hate that I love you."

"What in the name of Barry Bee Benson happened in here?" Tim asked as he and Dick walked in.

"Cass started it." Steph said.

"Steph started it." Cass said at the same time.

Dick looked us and sighed. "Go take a shower, you three."

"At least it's not as bad as last time Steph and honey was involved." Tim said.

"That was your fault and you know it Tim." Steph angrily said as we walked by them.

"We'll clean it, after showers." Cass said as she followed.

"Don't worry about it." Dick said. "I'll clean it."

"Sorry." I said.

"Don't worry about it. It happens regurly here." Dick insisted.

"Also I- Im umm, sorry about... you know. The guns and stuff with Jay." I said.

Dick sighed. "No need to be. You get to choose what you do. Jay might be reckless with his own life but he'd never needless endanger yours."

"Thanks." I smiled at him.

"I'd give you a hug but... you know,

honey."

"Yeeeah."

"Now go have a shower." Dick said. "You know you're going to smell like honey for a week."

"So I've heard." I said as I walked out.

I walked up the stairs to the bathroom and jumped into the shower. After about two hours of washing honey out of my hair, I headed back to my room, and sat on the edge of bed and sighed.

"Something up?" Bruce asked from the door.

I hadn't heard him enter, perks of being Batman I guess. "No. Just thinking."

"About?"

"Doesn't matter."

"Are you okay, Ashleigh?"

"I'm fine," I smiled. "Just need some sleep."

"You sure you want to go shopping tommorow?."

"Yeah. Absolutely."

"Okay. I heard you and the girls were baking?."

"Yeah, strawberry shortcake."

"How'd it turn out?"

"I'm not sure. It was in the oven when we left it."

"Why'd you leave it?"

"We had to-" I stopped myself. Am I allowed to tell him? "Wash... uhh honey off... Yeah. "

Bruce sighed. "That's why Tim wouldn't let me in."

"I think Dick was going to clean it, while we washed."

"I won't ask the why."

"Probably best."

"You coming down to taste the cake?"

"No. I think... I'm going to go to sleep."

"Thats alright. We'll save some for you."

"Thanks. Good night."

"Night."

Bruce shut the door and I lay into bed. I'm glad Jay didn't get into too much trouble with Dick. I felt kinda guilty for that. At least the baking was good. Steph is so nice and even though she doesn't say much Cass is sweet. A faint smell of honey filled my nose as I drifted off to sleep.

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touchmycoat · 5 years ago

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Hey I saw you were taking prompts for your Marco/ace/Sabo fics, could pretty please do one with omega/beta/alpha dynamics? Thank you I love you

Hello~! Thanks for the prompt love, but a/b/o is not my preference in writing :’) SO here, have a fucking RIDICULOUS, but actually-I’m-perfect-serious-about-this-I-did-Research-and-I-love-evolutionary-biology fic on one particular a/b/o trope.

MAS, Second Chances ‘verse, rated T for general allusions to sex & violence (but nothing explicit)

“Marco I’m about to ask you something awkward and maybe even a little offensive, and I need you to not get mad.”

“And by mad,” Sabo piped up, “he means embarrassed, because you’re about to be so embarrass— Ow.”

The scariest thing about this whole affair, Marco thought, was that Ace was clearly holding back laughter of his own, even as he elbowed Sabo in the stomach to shut Sabo up. And Sabo, when he unfolded from nursing the blow, was still grinning.

“Can I ask?” Ace said, kind of muffled as his mouth twisted into awkward I’m-totally-not-smiling shapes and his eyes danced. “I swear I won’t judge your an—”

Nobody elbowed anybody this time; Ace had cut off himself because, probably, he would’ve burst out laughing if he’d continued. Degrees of dread increased by tenfold, and Marco, because he was an experienced adult who practiced things like mental health, turned on his heel and walked away toward the afterdeck.

“—aw, c’mon Marco!”

“You really don’t wanna walk any further than that,” Sabo called, “if you don’t want your crewmates hearing us ask about your self-lubricating asshole—”

Marco has never truly regretted resuscitating Sabo in Ace’s life until now. Such a pity that Ace loved a guy that was about to die in 0.3 seconds when Marco’s talons snapped his fucking neck.

Sabo danced out of the way of Marco’s sudden charge, and then Ace got in the way. Marco never knew fire could burn in a way that so closely approximated a shit-eating grin. Haki flashed, because Marco was out for blood dammit, but the trouble twins were hardly an easy force to contend with. They have Marco bracketed in a second, each one ready to launch an offense the second the other needed to fly into a defense.

And they were both still fucking smiling—

“Marco don’t get mad!” Ace yelped as he tried to tackle Marco around the waist and Marco flipped them both into the sky. Ace would’ve been unceremoniously kicked into the ocean, had Sabo not taken the moment to hop up as well, wrapping himself in a very koala-like fashion around Marco’s torso to prevent any pivoting momentum.

“Yeah Marco don’t get mad,” Sabo repeated, and got a wing smack to the side of his head for his cheek. Also, for his fingers dipping under the back of Marco’s pants, as if aiming to touch—

Marco went full phoenix (which did not help his biological situation but that couldn’t be helped right now) and promptly dumped the two demon brothers onto the deck. Crew mates were vaguely looking on, but fights at this scale were hardly worth the effort of rubbernecking, especially when they’ve all learned one-too-many times that playing peanut gallery to a Marco-Ace-and-Sabo fight could quickly descend into something else they’d never come to see.

In the middle of choosing between permanent migration and permanent self-immolation, Marco was bombarded with a wrap of flame a lot like a hug around his whole body. Ace attacked with enough force to also bring Marco down, and keep him down, pinned to the deck by the joint perseverance of two boys who obviously grew up in the jungle hunting wild beasts for survival.

“Look,” Ace panted into Marco’s beaked face, because they couldn’t make him talk if he stubbornly remained a bird. “You obviously don’t have to tell us, if you don’t want.”

And you are obviously as big of a liar as your brother, Marco wanted to howl, but that would require turning human, which would be playing right into their devious little hands, and Sabo had been tasked with pinning down Marco’s talons but now he’s got an odd little glint in his eyes as he contemplated the limbs that he was gripping and what those limbs were connected to and—

Marco transformed back to full-human in a flash of bright blue, and then promptly kneed Sabo in the face.

“Ow,” Sabo said once more, plaintively gripping his nose.

“It is an evolutionary biological trait,” Marco hissed, hopelessly red from the entire neck up. Hell, he didn’t know which was hotter, his skin or Ace’s hand, still half-flames, gripping his arms (which definitely was not helping with the situation down under). “And I despise both of you yoi.”

“That’s—”

“—fine,” Sabo interrupted Ace nasally, eyes way too shiny for the pathological mind underneath. “But just fucking tell us why you get wet, Marco. Y’know, evolutionarily speaking.”

“I would really,” Marco said, the picture of abject misery, “rather die.”

“Not like that’s ever stopped—Oh.” Fucking Ace. He was almost always the spanner in the works for moments like this, because Sabo’s fanged curiosity could be batted off with a careful defense but Ace’s intuition was merciless as no other. And he wasn’t even nasty about it like Sabo, just open and friendly enough to lull Marco into a false sense of security until Marco’s divulged everything.

“Is this like,” Ace asked, “a bird thing?”

It would be so undignified to try to thrash away like a fish caught on land. Marco seriously contemplated it though, as Sabo’s grin gained teeth.

“Oh Marco,” Sabo sighed breathlessly, “do you have anal gland secretions—”

Marco thrashed. Fuck dignity; it’s not like he’d have any left if he just lied there anyways. He went for Ace first this time, headbutting the guy (of course with haki) and then going for Sabo’s throat. He had windpipe in hand ready to wring when a familiar burst of heat hit his very human back, igniting the blue feather-flames and shooting in a by-now-predictable path down to Marco’s—

“Will you stop that,” Marco snapped, twisting to toss Ace off (not fucking like that) once more. The way he instinctively kept his hip from impacting the ground though, as he rolled uncomfortable into another defensive position, had the unfortunate side effect of tipping Sabo off.

“Oh, so this isn’t just a bird thing, it’s a fire thing. It’s an Ace thing.”

Ace had already hopped back to his feet, no worse for the wear. He wore a confused frown.

“What’s an Ace thing? Marco? Wait, I make you wet?”

Giving up on his pride and his life entirely, Marco slammed his head back into the deck, starfishing onto the ground.

“I don’t get wet,” he answered hollowly, because of all the ways they told him being a pirate on the Grand Line would kill him, nobody’s ever warned him about the twin devils and their persistent fucking questions. “It’s oil, yoi. Phoenixes secret flammable oil that then needs to be preened onto feathers.”

“And you produce those oils…” Ace said.

“Anally,” Sabo finished. Marco nodded, and felt himself die right then and there. Death by humiliation was worse than death by exsanguination, but still somehow better than disembowelment. “Well. That’s convenient.”

“It happens all the time,” because Marco might as well make this death as total as posible, “but the presence of fire encourages more secretions, yes.”

Ace’s face appeared in Marco’s vision, coming over to hove above Marco’s prone body. He wasn’t smiling anymore, really.

“Listen,” he said quite solemnly, “I’m not not-turned on.”

“Yup,” Sabo said, popping the P as he joined Ace’s side, eyeing Marco’s crotchal region. “I’m a total romantic; I can definitely still get it up for your flammable ass grease.”

…Forget death. Phoenixes rose from the ashes anyways. He’d kill Sabo with extreme prejudice, then Ace, then himself, and then murder the blond mouthy bastard all over again in hell, where they’d surely all end up for having this conversation in the first place. He’d show them romantic.

#my fic #anon #fic fill #i had a beer and then wrote this fam so like #i had a fanTAStic time #marcoacesabo #poor fucking marco #but listen it makes sense okay #as regular birds or proto-dinosaurs whatever #they began to wield fire #and as birds they'd preen that flammable shit onto their feathers

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shellbilee · 5 years ago

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Classic - A Henry Cavill FanFiction

Here you go guys, next one will be up by next week I promise! 💕 Hope you like it!

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Chapter 5

Belle's POV:

My eyes fluttered open and I blinked slowly, squinting at the watery sunshine that was leaking through the bedroom curtains that I'd apparently forgotten to close last night. I exhaled loudly and rolled over onto my back, sitting up in bed and letting out a groan when my head started to spin almost instantly. Oh fuck. I flopped back onto my pillows with a soft thud, all of a sudden realizing that I was lying in bed naked. What the fuck? Had I really gotten so drunk that I couldn't get my pajamas on last night? I never slept naked - at least, not without any underwear on. What on earth happened last night?

I looked up at the ceiling and attempted to run through my thoughts, trying in vain to remember what the hell happened last night. I'd taken a half day at work so that I could pick up Marc and Amy from the airport in the afternoon. I remembered the happy squeals and hugs in the middle of the airport, I remembered driving them back to mine and settling them into my apartment and I remembered Marc's suggestion to go out for dinner and drinks. I groaned out loud - that was obviously where it had all gone wrong.

The smell of cooking bacon began to waft into my room, along with the faint sound of someone moving about in the kitchen. I shook my head - it had to be Marc. He was the only person I knew who never got hangovers, no matter how much he seemed to drink. He could have an entire bottle of whiskey and be absolutely drunk out of his mind and the next day he'd still wake up looking and sounding like he'd just had 10 hours of relaxed, uninterrupted sleep. It was so incredibly unfair. I rolled over and sat up on the side of my bed, memories of drunken nights out with Marc and Amy running through my mind. They all seemed like so long ago. I smiled and let out a heavy sigh when my head started to spin again, instantly wishing that I too, was immune to hangovers.

Trying my best to ignore the headache that was slowly starting to form in my brain, I stood up and slipped on a pair of leggings and my favourite super soft blue jumper. Eyeing the messy pile of last night's clothes that I'd managed to dump at the foot of my bed, I bent down to inspect the mess and noted the huge red stain that now adorned the front of the navy wrap dress I'd been wearing. The memory of Amy spilling her red wine all over me suddenly played in my mind and laughed out loud, now understanding the sleeping naked thing. Of course.

I stood up and ran my fingers through my messy bed hair, walking over to my bedroom mirror to assess the damage. I was surprised to find that my face didn't look too bad - for some unknown reason I always managed to wash my face and take off my makeup before going to bed, regardless of how drunk I was. Although my hair told another story, my bare face certainly didn't look like someone who'd had far too many glasses of wine last night. I pulled my wild slept in waves up into a messy bun and slipped on my glasses in the hope that they'd somehow help my slowly growing headache, deciding that this was as good as I was going to get this morning. Retrieving my phone from last night's purse, I opened my bedroom door and made my way out into the living room, smiling when Kyah came bounding over to me almost instantly.

"Top of the morning to ya!" Marc sang in his best Irish accent, grinning cheerfully as he flipped an egg over on the fry pan. I shook my head and laughed, bending down to ruffle Kyah's furry chest, "Isn't that an Irish saying?". Marc smiled as he took a sip of his coffee, "I dunno. Apart from in the movies, I can't say I've ever heard an Irish person actually say that to me" he replied with a shrug, his voice returning to normal with it's slight Scottish lilt. "How are you feeling?". I smiled as I stood up, glancing at Kyah as she trotted off back to Marc, "Clearly not as good as you" I remarked as I made my way into the kitchen, "My head has certainly felt better that's for sure". Marc grinned and offered me a mug of fresh coffee, "This should help with that". I smiled and took the mug gratefully, plugging in my phone charger and waiting for my dead phone to switch on.

"Amy not up yet?" I inquired as I took a sip of the hot coffee, closing my eyes briefly and savoring the warm liquid. Marc laughed and shook his head as he expertly served bacon and eggs onto 3 plates, "I don't know if she'll be up for a while yet. She didn't get much sleep since she spent most of the night with her head in the toilet". I laughed into my coffee, Marc chuckling at me when I almost spit it out. "It's been a long time since she's drank like that. A very long time". I shook my head and laughed again, glancing down at my phone as it finally switched back on. "I could say the same thing about myself. I barely even remember what happened last night" I admitted with an innocent shrug, grinning when Marc shook his head at me. "I mean I remember everything during the day and then you suggesting we head out for the night" I continued as Marc handed me a plate, "I remember dinner at ten-one-six because I told you guys you had to try their food, and then I remember our bar hopping through the city". Marc nodded as we both sat down at the table, Kyah hovering close by my side with her eyes trained intently on the plate in my hands. "The last place I remember was 'The Black Pearl''. Marc grinned at me through a mouthful of bacon, "Well, you haven't forgotten too much then because that's the last place we went to. And then Amy dropped her wine on you and we decided to call it a night".

I laughed and scooped up a forkful of hot, buttery eggs, my phone suddenly dinging at the same time that the spare bedroom door opened. Marc and I both turned towards the door, the two of us struggling not to laugh as someone who used to resemble our friend Amy emerged. I opened my mouth to greet her but was quickly silenced when Amy held up a threatening finger, her normally perfect blonde hair looking like a birds nest on top of her head. "Not a word from you two. I am NEVER going out with you guys again". Marc let out a throaty laugh and stood up from the table, heading into the kitchen to get Amy a much needed coffee. "Aw come on babe, you know that's not true at all" he exclaimed as Amy flopped down onto the couch and buried her head in the pillows, "I think you just need to remember what happens when you drink red wine". Amy made a lurching sound in the pillows as if the mention of wine was going to make her throw up again, rolling over onto her back and letting out an exhausted moan. "I'm never drinking again". Marc let out another laugh as he walked over to her with the fresh mug of coffee, bending down to kiss her forehead and handing her the mug, "Here you go love". Amy flashed him a sad, i-love-you-but-i'm-dying-inside smile and took the mug gratefully, closing her eyes and putting a pillow over her face.

I chuckled and turned back to my breakfast, already starting to feel better from the food. My phone let out another ding from its charging spot on the kitchen bench and I frowned wondering who would be messaging me on a Saturday morning. "Marc, do you mind bringing my phone over for me please?" I asked, figuring that I must have drunk messaged Ash or Jayde and they were now asking how I was this feeling this morning. I fed Kyah a small piece of bacon from my plate and chuckled when she moved even closer to me, her head practically resting on my thigh underneath the table. "Come and eat something babe, it might make you feel better" Marc said to Amy as he returned to the table and handed me my phone, "I made your favourite eggs". I thanked Marc just as Amy let out another sullen groan, feeding Kyah another piece of bacon as I opened up my phone.

My eyes widened and I felt like my body was suddenly frozen in place, letting out a silent breath as I read Henry's name on the screen. Oh no. Please God tell me I didn't drunk dial Henry Cavill! Marc, having noticed my suddenly frozen expression, nudged me underneath the table with his foot. "What's wrong? Why do you suddenly look like you've been shot?". Ignoring his question and willing myself to remain calm, I forced myself to open the message and held my breath as the words appeared on the screen.

Good Morning! Looks like you had a pretty big night last night love. Guessing you aren't feeling too great today? H x

I felt my stomach drop instantly. How did he know that I went out last night? Still holding my breath I quickly checked my call history, my chest deflating with relief when I saw that I'd made no drunken calls to anyone, let alone Henry. Oh thank God. "Hello, B?" Marc said suddenly, interrupting my thoughts as he nudged me under the table again, "What happened? What was that face for?". I opened my mouth to explain just as Amy popped her head up from the couch, holding out her phone towards Marc and I. "Jesus B I look like an absolute mess on your insta story. Did you really have to post that?" Amy asked with a groan, "You look like you're happy drunk and I look shit-faced".

I let out a laugh and opened my Instagram to investigate, not understanding what she was talking about - I remembered posting a few photos from last night but nothing of drunk Amy. Marc snickered as I flicked through the photos, a video of Amy and I dancing and drunkenly 'cheersing' our drinks suddenly playing on the screen. "I was the one that filmed and posted that babe, not B" Marc exclaimed with a cheeky grin, earning a dagger glare from Amy which only made him smile more, "And you still look beautiful even when you're shit faced". Amy let out another groan and I laughed when Marc winked at her, it suddenly occurring to me that Instagram is how Henry would have known about me going out. I shook my head and laughed, trying not to be mortified that Henry Cavill - who had just asked for my number, had witnessed a video of tipsy me.

Marc nudged me with his foot again just as Amy wandered over to the table. "What?" I asked as Amy sat down beside me, her expression looking like she couldn't decide whether the sight of food made her want to eat or throw up again. "What were you looking at before that made you look like you were going to be sick?". Amy made a tiny lurching noise at the mention of being sick, picking up her coffee mug and taking a tiny sip. I shook my head, "It was nothing, just thought I drunk dialed someone last night". Marc raised a curious eyebrow, clearly not convinced with my answer. "Why would that matter?" he asked, tilting his head, "Who did you think you drunk dialed?". Not having a quick response ready, I shook my head feigning innocence. Marc's eyes burned into my face and I could feel my resolve quickly slipping, trying my best to ignore him by turning back to my phone. I could feel Amy looking at me too now, the both of them clearly clued into the fact that I was hiding something from them. I let out a loud sigh knowing that I'd have to tell them both or they wouldn't stop, my resolve finally crumbling as I looked back up at them both. "Alright alright!" I exclaimed loudly, no longer able to deal with them both looking at me like that. Marc grinned sheepishly and leaned back in his chair, folding his arms and looking at me intently as he waited for me to speak. I rolled my eyes and put my phone down flat on the table, shifting in my chair and looking at the two of them. "I wasn't planning on telling you because I still can't really believe it myself. But, since I know you two aren't going to let this go" I explained, pausing momentarily to inhale deeply, "I've met somebody".

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"I can't believe you guys are making me watch this" I said as I shifted on the couch, Kyah letting out an annoyed groan at her disturbed position at my feet. "I can't believe you weren't going to tell us that you had a date with Henry Cavill!" Amy shot back from her spot on the adjacent couch with Marc, shaking her head incredulously as she looked from me to the TV and back again. I rolled my eyes at turned back to the TV, just in time to see Henry's gorgeous face appear on the screen beside Tom Cruise's. After I'd dropped the bomb that I had met - and had an upcoming date with Henry Cavill at breakfast this morning, Amy and Marc had stared back at me in shock before proceeding to inundate me with questions about him. I'd shared the entire story - from Kal almost knocking me over in the park to him asking me for my number, the two of them now understanding exactly why I'd been momentarily terrified that I'd drunk dialed someone. It had taken at least an hour for them both to come to terms with it, Amy then continuing to ask me questions about Henry for the rest of the day. Since it was Marc and Amy's last day in London and they were leaving tomorrow, we'd ended up going into the city and spent the day doing all of the typically 'touristy' type things.

Later in the day Amy and I left Marc at home to go to the supermarket for dinner supplies, deciding that after last night's efforts, dinner and a movie at home was the plan for tonight. We'd returned home to find that Marc had searched for Henry on my Netflix and had the latest Mission Impossible loaded and ready to play on my living room TV. Settling down onto the couches after dinner, were now watching Henry in all his glory alongside Tom Cruise's famous spy character Ethan Hunt. "I've already explained why I didn't want to tell you guys" I replied looking at Amy and then back to the screen, letting out a silent laugh at the sight of Henry with a moustache. After seeing him in person with a perfectly chiseled, clean shaven jaw line, the facial hair just looked wrong. I grinned to myself - wrong, but certainly not at all bad. Mmmm.

"Yes and I think that's bullshit. How could you not tell us, out of all people" Amy responded before taking a sip from her mug of tea, "As if we'd be anything but happy for you". I shook my head, "It's not that I think you wouldn't be happy" I replied taking a sip from my own mug, "It's more that its him and I don't know if it will even actually go anywhere. I mean, come on guys, it's Henry freaking Cavill. It's Superman!". Amy shrugged, "So what? And why wouldn't it? You're amazing B, any guy would be lucky to have you. He might be a superstar celebrity but he's still just a guy". I exhaled deeply, "I don't think you understand what I'm saying Ames". Amy opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by Marc. "I don't really care who he is B, I care that you're happy" he interjected, forever sounding like a protective older brother, "And seeing you talk about him this morning, you're clearly very happy about it". I scoffed, "I've met him twice, and it's Henry Cavill. Have you seen how god damn gorgeous the man is? What girl wouldn't be happy?" I retorted, gesturing to the TV screen and stifling another grin at the sight of Henry's moustache. Marc shook his head, "That's not what I mean. The point is, you're happy. It's been a long time since I've seen you smile like the way you did this morning B. At least not since Will--". His words were cut off as Amy elbowed him in the ribs, silencing him abruptly.

"Marc!" Amy hissed, her voice a whisper but still loud enough for me to hear, scolding Marc for mentioning him. I shook my head and flashed them a small smile, "It's fine Amy. It's okay". I let out a breath as the mention of his name brought memories flooding back, reaching down to pat Kyah and ignoring the feeling of the small lump in my throat. "I'm sorry B, I didn't mean to--". I turned back to Marc and gave him a reassuring smile, "It's fine Marc, really. No need to apologize. It's been over a year, it hurts a lot less than it used to". I smiled as Marc offered me a small, apologetic smile and Amy mouthed the word 'sorry', the three of us turning back to the TV in silence. I sucked in a silent breath and exhaled slowly, reminding myself that it was a long time ago and that it didn't matter anymore - there was no room in my mind or my heart for any of that anymore. The mention of his name no longer brought me to tears like it had initially, no longer did it feel like my heart was being ripped from my chest all over again. It was different now, now it just felt like an empty hole, an ache that was slowly, slowly, fading. I knew it would be gone eventually, a distant memory that one day I wouldn't feel anymore. As I looked back at the screen, Henry's face appearing once again, brooding, handsome and utterly gorgeous - even with the addition of a moustache, I couldn't help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, it would go because of him.

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Henry's POV:

I smiled down at my phone as Belle's Instagram story played on the screen, photos from her weekend flicking by. There were several photos of her and her friends out sight seeing from yesterday - pictures of them shopping on Oxford Street, going up on the London Eye and out the front of Buckingham Palace, and photos from earlier today of her saying goodbye to her friends as they departed at the airport. The pictures flicked to a video of Kyah running around at the park with a local border collie that I often saw when I was out with Kal, the story then ending with a selfie Belle had posted 45 minutes ago. It showed her at home on the couch wrapped snugly in a soft looking charcoal coloured blanket, a mug of tea in her hands and a book on her lap, a stunning smile on her face as she looked at the camera.

I stared in awe at the photo on the screen, taking in her soft green eyes behind the black framed reading glasses, the faint sprinkle of freckles across her cheeks and the wide, happy smile on her face. Belle was absolutely gorgeous, everything about her was, and the more I looked at the photo the more I realized just how much I was looking forward to our date on Tuesday. It had been a long time since I'd asked a girl on a date - and even longer since I'd had a steady girlfriend, and though I knew I shouldn't have been thinking about anything moving that quickly, there was just something about Belle that made it impossible not to. I'd only met her twice and yet I felt completely enthralled by her already, unable to help my smile every time her name appeared on my phone. I couldn't wait to take her to dinner, wanting desperately to spend time with her and find out more about her. I breathed out loudly and looked back at the photo, suddenly wishing I was there with her now.

All of sudden the picture of Belle was replaced by an incoming call from my manager Dany, Kal rousing from his afternoon nap at the sound of my ringing phone. "Good afternoon Dany" I spoke after pressing the answer button, "How are you?". "Not bad love, but I do have a slight problem for you". I frowned, "Is everything okay? What's happened?". I heard Dany sigh on the other end of the phone, "They want you back in Hungary for some reshoots". I'd been flying between London and Hungary for the last few months while filming The Witcher, and had come back last week for a much needed rest after non stop filming since the New Year. They'd originally told me that I could have two weeks at home before heading back over for more filming. That apparently, was no longer the case. I exhaled deeply and leaned back against the kitchen bench already knowing what Dany was about to say, looking over at Kal as he dozed peacefully on his bed by the back door. "I know they said they were going to give you the two weeks off but they've unfortunately changed their mind. Lauren wants you back earlier, she said they need another few days to be up to date with the film schedule".

I smiled at the mention of Lauren, the writer behind the series. She was an outgoing, bubbly personality, one of those people that it was impossible to be mad at. If Lauren was saying that she needed me back earlier, I knew it must have been for a good reason. She wanted the series to be absolutely perfect and knowing her, she'd probably had a new idea for a scene we'd already shot. "You can discuss another break when you see her again" Dany continued, the noise of her tapping on a keyboard sounding in the background of the call. I nodded, "So when do they need me back?" I asked, already thinking about what I needed to pack for Kal. "They want to start filming tomorrow morning" Dany answered, still tapping on her keyboard. I groaned silently, realizing that this meant I'd be on a flight out tonight. "Until when?". "Thursday, Friday at the latest". I cleared my throat and frowned, "So that means I can't take Kal with me?".

Wherever possible, Kal accompanied me on almost all of my trips away shooting. Travelling overseas however, meant that Kal had to go through quarantine before being allowed into another country - a process that could sometimes take up to a week. While it was okay for longer periods of shooting, it meant that bringing him on short overseas trips was essentially pointless. There was no point in going through the potentially long, drawn out process and having him stuck in quarantine for the entire trip, so short trips away meant that I had to call Sam, my regular dog sitter to look after him while I gone. "If you're only going to be gone until Thursday or Friday, I don't think it would be a good idea to bring him" Dany replied, her voice echoing my thoughts. "Okay, so what time is my flight?". "I'm in the middle of booking for you now love. Would you prefer later tonight or early tomorrow morning?". "Tonight thanks Dany. Is there anything?". A minute later I was booked on a 12.05am flight to Budapest, my phone call with Dany ending moments later. I ran my fingers through my hair and looked down at my watch - I had less than 7 hours before I had to be at the airport for my flight, and I still had to find someone to watch Kal, pack my things and head to the gym for a last session.

I picked up my phone to call Sam, it suddenly occurring to me that I also had to call Belle - I wouldn't be around for our date on Tuesday. Disappointment clouded my thoughts as I realized I'd need to reschedule and it would be even longer until I got to see her again. I let out a loud, frustrated breath, hating the fact that I was starting whatever this could be out on a bad note. What if she said she didn't want to reschedule? What if she decided it would all be too difficult? I shook my head in annoyance and unlocked my phone, tapping on Sam's name and flopping down on the couch as the phone began to ring. Her voicemail picked up after a couple of rings, her bouncy voice explaining that she was currently away in Spain on a holiday and would be back at the start of May. Fuck. I hung up the phone and let out another frustrated breath, remembering that she had in fact told me that she'd be going away when she'd last looked after Kal.

As if he could sense that I was stressed, Kal got up from his bed and padded over to me, sitting loyally at my feet and resting his head on my thigh. I smiled and stroked his fluffy head, wondering who to call to look after him. Simon was my only brother that was close by and would be capable of looking after Kal, but I knew he'd been ridiculously busy with work so he wouldn't be an option. I hated putting Kal in kennels - the last time I did he was sad and moody for weeks, and it was unlikely that the one kennel I would consider would have availability given the last minute notice. I needed him to go to someone that would keep him busy and walk him every day, someone that I knew could handle the big bear.

I opened contact list to try my friend Ben as a last minute hope, my phone suddenly dinging with the alert of a new message. Belle. The smile was on my face in an instant - we'd been sending messages back and forth throughout the day and she'd just responded to my last message, along with a photo of a sleeping Kyah stretched out on the couch on top of Belle's legs.

Do you think this means I'm stuck on the couch for the rest of the night then?

I chuckled at the photo and immediately went to respond, an idea all of sudden hitting me. I needed someone who would walk Kal, keep him busy, and more importantly, knew how to handle big dogs. Who would be better at that than a vet? Before I could even think about the enormity of what I was asking, I found myself pressing the call button beside her name and listening to the phone dial. Four rings later, the gorgeous girl I'd been unable to stop thinking about, answered my call. "Hello Henry?"

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Chapter 6

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make-it-mavis · 5 years ago

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Wreck-it Ralph Main Timeline Fic (~1983) 2413 words Characters: Fix-it Felix, Turbo Content warnings: Mild Innuendo

Premise: Felix gets an unexpected, unpleasant, late-night visitor, and learns something very strange and alarming about himself.

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The clock was twisting leisurely towards 4 AM when Felix heard the knock.

It was a bit past his bedtime, but there were so many jobs to attend to after work, an unusual amount within his own building (the handiwork of his cousin, he suspected). He had only stayed up to record the day's events in his journal as he habitually did, and to have a chamomile tea for winding down, as usual. The nightly rituals had to be observed or sleep would not visit.

But that knock. His mug had almost reached his lips, but it remained suspended while he regarded the door quizzically. Surely, all the Nicelanders would have been in bed by then.

Knock knock knock!

The hand behind the door hit harder, impatiently, like time was of the essence. Fearing that it may have been an emergency, Felix bound for the door without bothering to put down his mug. He nearly dropped it the second he turned the knob.

The visitor did not wait to be invited in, or even greeted. They simply rammed their way right through, leaving Felix to catch his footing behind the door.

"Land's sakes!" he exclaimed, trying to catch up with the situation. "What's this all about?!"

But when he stepped out and saw the intruder, the rudeness made more sense. Turbo, dressed in plain pants for once, and a sleazy leather jacket. Before Felix could ask him what was going on, his sudden bark cut him off.

"YOU IN HERE?!"

Shaken a bit by his aggressive tone, Felix's voice squeaked. "Wh-Who? Me?"

Turbo ignored him completely, and merely threw himself into very thoroughly scouring the apartment, growling all the while. He shoved past the door to the kitchen, and Felix followed him in, his head buzzing with confusion. Turbo was looking everywhere, even unreasonable spaces for a sprite to hide in -- the fridge, the freezer, the cabinets, even the dishwasher. And just like that, he prowled out without so much as a glance at Felix.

Felix continued to watch him, barely managing to think over the bizarre situation. Why would Turbo be in his apartment? Although Felix did do his best to tolerate him, Turbo was Mavis' friend. Their connection had lasted over a year by that point, an impressively long time for Mavis. Felix was happy for her and all, but part of him wished she had picked someone a little less--

Wait.

Heart threatening to leap into his throat, Felix scurried closer, and squeaked, "Are you looking for Mavy?! Is-- Is she in trouble?"

"You bet your bits she is," Turbo snapped as he hopped onto the couch to peer behind it, leaving bits of dirt and grass on the cushion when he stepped down. After a quick glance under the dining room table, he stomped down the hall to the bathroom and nearly ripped the shower curtain, then made sure to check the washer and dryer. Felix tried to speak, but Turbo whipped around and shoved past him again, intruding into the bedroom.

Bounding after him, Felix insistently asked, "Wh-Wh-What's happened to her?! Turbo, talk to me!"

Checking the closet, Turbo growled, "Quit yer freakin' wailing already, will ya? The damn rainbow rat made off with my keys again."

"Your-- Your keys?"

Turbo threw all the laundry on the floor to check the hamper. Felix would have been horrified, if he had not been hit with a wash of relief. He touched his chest, sighing.

"Oh, thank Litwak," he breathed. "So she's not hurt at all?"

Turbo circled the bed and dropped to check under it. "No," he stood up and growled deeper, "but when I find her, she's roadkill."

Felix's mouth twisted a bit as he watched Turbo storm back out. "Please tell me you're exaggerating."

He heard Turbo grumble flatly, "We'll see."

Felix followed Turbo back into the living room, who seemed to have slowed his momentum a bit, enough to merely pace angrily for a moment, sighing and combing his fingers back through his thick mess of hair. Felix himself seemed to gravitate naturally in the direction of the door, hoping it would prompt his uninvited guest to leave. He rubbed the warm mug still in his hands anxiously.

Turbo’s ‘roadkill’ comment was still nagging at him in a worrying way. He did not want to believe that Mavis’ friend was actually capable of hurting her, but… that temper. He was not sure just how to word it, but he could not leave it unsaid.

“Turbo,” he tried to say firmly, but found his voice trembling, “I don’t like you even joking about hurting my cousin. Why, if I ever catch wind of you takin’ that temper of yours out on her—”

He was cut short by Turbo hanging his head back and pointing a groan at the ceiling, one that seemed to escape the confines of his very code. “For Devs’ sake — I didn’t MEAN IT, ya dimwit, okay?! I ain’t that kinda guy! Now will ya get off my dick for one second?!”

Felix had no idea what to say to that, but he supposed it was a comfort. “...Oh...kay.”

Dragging his hands down his face, Turbo heaved another heavy, wet sigh. He rubbed his cheek, and let that hand snake behind his head. His eyes closed and his brow furrowed, and he seemed to hold his breath for just a moment, before releasing it and dropping his arm to grope around inside his jacket. “That woman, I tell ya…” he grumbled. “Remind me why I let her near me.”

“Because… she’s your friend?” Felix suggested weakly.

At that, Turbo simply curled his nose with a clipped, flat snort. He pulled something out of his jacket, and Felix’s brows raised when he recognized it as a pack of cigarettes. Knocking the nasty little rolls to jut out of the package, he seized one with his teeth and pulled out a lighter. It chuffed repeatedly as Turbo casually lit up, the light glowing back on his face as his other hand guarded the flame.

It took Felix just a moment to process the sheer level of rudeness, but he quickly shook it from his head. He had put up with a lot in the last ten minutes, but this just tore it. It was time to put his foot down.

“No, no. No, that is quite enough. Turbo,” he began with as much force as he could use while remaining polite, “you know you’re welcome to visit at a decent hour, but barging in at four in the morning to ransack my apartment, badmouth my cousin, and— and now, you’re smoking? No! No, I’m afraid I have to ask you to take it outside. This is a non-smoking building. You can’t smoke that in here!”

Suddenly, for the first time that night, Turbo’s gaze locked onto Felix. A touch of regret curled in Felix’s stomach, as if he had just antagonized some wild animal, and Turbo’s warning glare sure befitted one. The demon boy took in a long drag, the glow of his eyes cutting through the hazy plume he exhaled. Before Felix knew what to do, Turbo was already advancing on him with steady, threatening steps. All he managed to do was shrink back until his back hit the wall by the kitchen door, trapped by Turbo’s presence. He was standing just a touch too close for comfort, close enough for the smell of ash to burn Felix’s nostrils — mostly from the cigarette, although his jacket had been wafting the scent of smoke all over the apartment since he arrived. Felix guessed that its leather had seen more than its fair share of cigarettes.

The tension in the silence was palpable. Felix could have stepped aside, but he felt frozen, somehow, seized by that rock-hard, commanding look. Turbo scrutinized him, reading his face. He took another drag, and exhaled the foul smoke through his nose. Frozen as he was, Felix could not keep from coughing into his glove. Turbo watched, just waiting for him to catch his breath. Once he did, his voice rumbled out lowly.

“Did I hear you tell me… what I can’t do?”

Felix stammered, “I— Well, I meant m-mostly to—”

“Do I LOOK,” he snarled to interrupt, before his voice dropped again, “like I’m in the mood… to be told what I can’t do?”

Really feeling that regret, Felix quivered and tried to save himself without caving. Eyes shifting around the apartment, he stuttered, “W-Well, n-no, it’s just that-that the smell of the smoke— Well, it clings, you know, and-and I can’t really— I can’t really fix smells, so, so the curtains, and-and the upholstery, they’d— oh, it’d be a trial to get the smell out...”

“And?”

Felix blinked. “It’s… It’d just be really inconsiderate to do that… to s-someone’s house.”

Turbo squinted. “And?”

“Uh—”

“Lemme make one thing perfectly clear, Choir Boy,” Turbo stepped in even closer, seriously intruding on Felix’s personal space, and hissing out a whisper. “I. Don’t. Care. About your upholstery.”

Felix gulped. “I— I know—”

“See, I don’t know if you got the memo,” he muttered, “but I do whatever I want. And when someone tells me I can’t, I do it even harder. So right now, I’ve got half a mind to come back here every night until I’ve smoked that entire pack, ‘til every last inch of this place reeks of my smoke, and you can’t so much as inhale without seein’ THIS,” his lips snarled a bit with the word, flashing his jagged teeth, “every wakin’ moment. You get me?”

It really was an upsetting prospect. Felix nodded, finding it hard to speak. Turbo was just around the same height as him, but somehow, he felt towering. Felix did not want to feel so intimidated by such a… well, by someone like Turbo, but right then, he… sort of did. ‘Intimidated’ may not have been the right word, not even ‘scared’. His aura was just so strong, his stare so forceful, unflinching. It seemed challenging, even, like it was daring Felix to fight back, but threatening to flatten him if he did. It was… dominant. That was the word. Dominant.

Damn if it was not about to make Felix turn up his belly and submit.

It was wrong. Somehow.

Maybe.

At that point, Turbo’s snarl began to fade, but he did not smile. “I’m not gonna do that,” he muttered, “because this place is a total drag, and I’ve got better things to do. So there’s me bein’ considerate of you. Enjoy it. It won’t come often.”

Felix did not move. He merely clutched his mug to his chest. The tea had gone cold by then, but he felt strangely warm, and… sort of light-headed. Returning Turbo’s stare, he became caught up in one little detail. There was red in his irises. He had never gotten close enough to see before.

Those eyes narrowed, and Turbo turned his head a bit to peer at Felix suspiciously. “Question,” he murmured. “I don’t waste a lot a’ my time lookin’ at you, so tell me…”

A smirk suddenly broke out over his face, and he half-purred, “Is your face always this red, or is it just me?”

“Huh?” Felix snapped out of it, with the feeling that he should have been horrified. “What? It’s not red! Is it?”

His insides twisted as he realized just how hot his ears had become, and his cheeks were practically sizzling at their peaks. Although he was gloved, he touched his face in alarm. There was no way. There was no reason! No sense at all!

He had made it to ‘horrified’.

“Well— Well—” he stammered, only feeling his face glow further, “I have been known to get a lil’ red in the face now n’ then, ‘cause that’s, well I’m just a really red fella, y’know, it’s not uncommon for us peachy-skinned folks—”

In a blink, Turbo slammed his fist against the wall above Felix’s head, and despite himself, he jolted with a squeal. That just about did it. Breathing deeply, staring at the demon’s intrusive glare, he… mostly wanted to crumple down to the floor.

A small wheeze in Turbo’s throat preceded a delighted, barking laugh that at last led him a few steps back from Felix. As Felix caught his breath, holding his forehead, Turbo granted him a few claps to accompany his nasty cackle.

“Oh, Devs above,” he shook his head, swiping a tear from his eye, “I guess one thing runs in the family, huh?”

“Wh… What?” Felix had far too much to keep up with in that moment.

Turbo leaned in a bit again, that grin as smug as ever. “Listen, lover-boy, I hate to break your heart like this, but, ah,” he pointed a thumb at himself, winking with a tongue-click, “girls only.”

Felix blinked. He sure seemed secure about it. “Oh. Well, that’s lovely,” Felix said uneasily, but pleasantly. “I support you. Thank you for— But wait, WAIT, THAT’S NOT— THAT’S NOT RELEVANT TO WHAT JUST— I WASN’T—”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Turbo stepped in, pulling in one last drag of his cigarette that burned an impressive length, and just spoke through the smog, “No shame in wantin’ a piece a’ this. Anyone would. I ain’t about to make out with ya, sorry to say, but, y’know, if y’wanna spoon with a pillow tonight n’ pretend it’s me? You do you.”

With that, he dropped his cigarette in Felix’s tea, and pat him briskly on the very warm cheek. “‘Cuz y’ain’t gonna do me.”

And he left. Just like that, he opened the door, and he left. Felix’s brain was a map of criss-crossing roads covered in ten-car pile-ups, but Turbo’s voice echoing “Sweet dreams!” as he left down the hall spurred him into action. He thrust his head out the door and saw the dastardly racer press the elevator button.

“Turbo!” he called desperately. “It’s not what you think!”

Turbo gave him a cheery side-glance, brows high.

“IT’S NOT!”

A door creaked as Deana poked out of her nearby apartment, giving Felix a sort of annoyed, but mostly alarmed look. Chastising himself for yelling, he grinned sheepishly and waved her down. But as he saw Turbo strolling into the elevator, something very important occurred to him, and he had to get it out before the elevator doors closed.

“Wait—” he yipped, “WHAT RUNS IN THE FAMILY?!”

#fanfiction #wreck it ralph #fix it felix #turbo #have a silly idea ive had for a long long time #managed to keep it short this time hurray!!!#also ive never written these two interacting before

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oikawas · 6 years ago

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Number 6 Bruce and Jason PEAS

“No one’s going to hurt you.”

Getting dosed with Fear Toxin is something that is commonplace among the Bats, especially afters all their years of defending Gotham in the dead of night. It’s the reason why the Medbay cots have restraints attached to them, and indirect cause of so many scratches and indentations in the Cave. It’s the only thing other than sleep that can make them relive all their past traumas so viciously and wholly, be it falls, gunshots, deaths.

But for all its commonality, none of them have ever seen Jason Todd high on the toxin. And when they finally do, it’s not something they ever wish to experience again, for secrets have a funny way of bleeding out when there are tears in your eyes and your throat has gone raw.

It begins as a normal Friday night: an Arkham breakout.

Such a mess warrants an ‘all hands on deck’ response, which is how Jason finds himself hopping rooftops with Robin nipping at his heels. Batman and Nightwing are already on the scene, putting out proverbial fires as they come, and the rest of them have been tasked with rounding up all the missing convicts.

“I have three here,” Spoiler chirps, oddly cheerful for someone dealing with escaped prisoners. Jason momentarily wonders how she does it, so consistently and with so much...emphasis. “All subdued, and waiting on cops.”

“I have six by Gina’s Pizzeria on Fifth Avenue, waiting on cops,” Red Robin reports, sounding sluggish. “They just had to pick an off day to break out of Arkham, huh?”

“Everyday is an off day for you, RR,” Nightwing supplies helpfully, coupled with the background noises of a body hitting the ground. There is a shout somewhere. “At least today wasn’t an especially off day.”

“Oh, you say that now, but you should’ve seen him this morning,” Signal mutters, and Jason’s lips quirk up at the disgruntled tone. He loves team-ups on Tim. “He put salt in my tea. What kind of heathen does that to a man’s tea?”

“Blasphemy,” Steph fake-gasps. In her distance, they can all hear sirens approaching.

“Electric chair for the not-so-baby bat,” Jason chimes in. “Salt infractions are punishable by death in good ol’ Gotham.”

“Got any pointers?” Tim asks, none too gently. They’re still working past their bloodied memories, and Jason can accept it for what it is. While he spent time with Damian and Duke, sometimes Steph and Cass, Tim isn’t in Gotham enough for them to try and mend bridges.

And Jason, truth be told, isn’t sure if he’d want to. Dick and Tim are different from the others, a reminder of the dark stain in their family’s history that they all created together, willingly or not. And while some things can be put behind them, Jason is a sore reminder of everything they all so desperately tried to ignore in favour of the good.

“Yeah. Cremation,” he veers to the left, finally spotting the man he and Damian had been chasing down for a solid seven blocks. “Very helpful in preventing zombies.”

“Hood,” Batman admonishes, but its softened around the edges in a way that indicates the old man is amused. Jason pretends to doesn’t warm him inside-out, to hear that soft adoration even now after years of fighting. To know he can still do that, pull that affection from the Dark Knight himself.

“Eyes on Scarecrow,” Damian interrupts. “And if you intend on dying, Red Robin, do hurry. And make sure to make a spectacle of it.”

Jason lets loose a short laugh and cuts his comm before Tim can cuss them off, reaching over to ruffle Damian’s hair in appreciation. The two of them, surprisingly, have gotten closer since Damian’s unscheduled visit with his mother. After Damian had trailed Selina and Bruce, and Talia’s ‘duel’ with the Cat, the heiress had called Jason and pulled a promise to take care of Damian from him.

And he intends to keep it.

Jason gets a half-smile as a reward for the ribbing of their mutually ‘disliked’ brother, and there is a few heartbeats of peace before all goes wrong.

In hindsight, they probably shouldn’t have let their guards down so close to a recurring villain. And as the older brother in the equation, he definitely should’ve been on top of everything as soon as they touched down on the ground, but as it stands, Damian is in the direct path of a suddenly thrown canister and there’s no time to pull him out of the way. The motion itself would prove futile if and when the gas releases, which left only one option in Jason’s mind.

Unthinkingly, he throws himself between the canister of Fear Toxin and Damian with his back to Scarecrow, shoving the boy backwards only a few seconds before he hears the telltale hiss of the gas infiltrating the air and, subsequently, his mask.

To his credit, Damian doesn’t even hesitate before shielding his face, eyes wide behind the white-out lenses of the mask with what he thinks to be realization. Jason grits his teeth against the shivers already beginning to make their way up and down his spine, and is barely able to catch Damian calling for aid.

“…ood? Hood!”

Somewhere behind them there is motion as Cassandra lands and sends Scarecrow flying into a pile of crates. How she got there so fast, Jason isn’t sure, but the world is beginning to spin and there are embers in the corners of his eyes and fuck. Everything begins to smell like ashes and blood, and he can somehow taste betrayal on his tongue.

“Hood!” Damian shouts again, and when this is all over Jason will resent the clear fear in his voice. It’s so, so easy to forget how young the boy is, but in times like this…times like this, Jason wishes he could forget. Wishes Damian didn’t have to be out here with the rest of them.

His knees hit the ground the same moment he feels his fingers begin to bleed, callused skin splitting open in the face of persistent abuse. He thought he was sure that his hands were fine, but the panic inlaid in his mind overrides any sense of logic as he curls in on himself, deadly intent focused on not alarming Damian any further.

“…Father! Father, he was hit with Fear T–”

Father?

And just like that, Jason is fifteen all over again and screaming and locked in a coffin with nothing but the blood on his skin and the belt around his hips. He doesn’t register anything other than a concerned murmur before his mind breaks from the intense pressure of fragmented memories; already a fragile thing, the imposed trauma rips through him with the subtlety of a bomb going off.

Shoulders bent, his fingers scrape against what he thinks to be the coffin’s lid in a desperate attempt to find purchase, instead only managing to amplify the pain in his fingers. The wet touch of fresh blood does nothing to deter him, and it’s with near inhuman strength that he pushes off whoever is trying to hold him down.

It was Cass, he’ll later find out, as Bruce looks through his pockets, desperately, for their latest strain of the antidote. Tim, Steph, Duke, and Dick had stayed behind to deal with the Arkham mess, and the comms were off for a thin veneer of privacy.

(Nobody wants to know his demons, because his demons were so staunch with blood and sacrifice that it would horrify even the most seasoned of heroes.)

Someone manages to take off his leather jacket, he thinks, because he can feel the cool touch of a cape against the nape of his neck but all he can think is he’s trapped, he’s dead, he’s lost, he needs–

“Dad!” Jason sobs, voice cracking in panic. He’s trapped in a coffin. He’s stuck with the Joker and a traitor and in a foreign country. “Dad, Dad I’m here! I’m in here! Please, I’m scared, I’m scared…”

Damian freezes in both shock and what he perceives to be dismay, and next to him Cass frowns in worry. But both of them have nothing on Bruce, who sucks in a breath so sharp it could slice his throat open, lips parting around a single utterance of ‘son’.

Jason hasn’t called Bruce ‘dad’ since coming back from the grave. But this, right now…he’d somehow forgotten how many times he’d screamed ‘Dad’ between climbing out of that damned coffin and the fatal car crash that would steal his memories from him.

“Please please please please,” Jason chants, and the syllables crash into each other like waves against an outcrop of rocks, so similar to the man himself. “B-Bruce where are you? I don’t wanna be stuck in here I don’t!”

They jerk with the effort it takes to keep the second Robin stationary; Jason is nearly Bruce’s size, and it’s no easy feat, keeping him down. Not with the shock flowing through them over seeing their most steadfast so thoroughly dismantled.

“I’m sorry about Shelia!” Jason yells, a vain effort to get someone, anyone, to listen. “I...I don’t...all I’ve ever needed was you, Dad, please, I’m sorry...”

“Jason,” Bruce whispers, so soft, so scared. This is a display of all the trauma that stood between them, an open sea of all the times Bruce has failed his second-born. A sea so violent that it drowns both of them whenever they brave it, takes them into its darkness before spitting out even hollower versions of the men who went down under.

But not this time.

Bruce takes off his belt determinedly and hands it to Cass, a pointed look instructing her to keep searching for the antidote. Jason continues to thrash and cry so openly, carving whole pieces of Bruce out and setting them aflame right there at their feet. This is the closest he’s gotten to the truth about Jason’s rebirth in all their years, and so desperately he wishes it could be different. Wishes it was Jason sharing this willingly, in an effort to mend, an effort to move forward.

But wishes are for men who have time and right now, Bruce has none.

Ignoring the flailing limbs as best he could, Bruce gathers Jason in his arms, softly shushing the boy and beginning to rock him the same way he had done years ago, after every nightmare filled with memories of a broken home. Jason shudders against him, still sobbing brokenly about how badly he hurt, and Bruce…

Bruce feels a bloodlust so vicious he can feel it pushes against the seams of his skin, his soul, and if the Joker had been anywhere near him, Bruce would rip the flesh off his bones with nothing but his teeth and anger. Not even the Gods themselves could’ve stopped the man from tearing apart the Clown Prince limb from limb, from a death so brutal there would be nothing left for the Underworld to punish.

“Bruce,” Jason whimpers, and somewhere in his toxin-addled brain, there is a pause in the onslaught. He recognizes the arms holding him close, recognizes the tenor of the voice humming to him, recognizes the lips that press a gentle kiss to his hairline. “B, you came. Papá...”

And through his own budding tears at the call in Jason’s mother-tongue, Bruce says, “always. I’ll always come. No one’s going to hurt you. Not anymore, chum.”

“I was so scared,” Jason blubbers, but through the tears staining his cheeks, there is an attempt at a smile; it takes Bruce’s heart in its grasp and squeezes and squeezes and squeezes until he’s sure there’s nothing left in its hold. How dearly he loves this boy. “But I…I knew you’d come. I always knew.”

And there’s the flash of the Robin who thought Bruce held the world in his hands, is a God, is a good man. There is the Robin--the Jason--who believed in Bruce. In his father.

Bruce aches with a fierce love, and a longing for a bridge that’s barely there.

Suddenly, Jason goes slack, his eyes rolling back in his head as the boy is finally given the sweetness of unconsciousness. Bruce startles badly, and glances to the side to find Cassandra holding an empty syringe with a sympathetic smile on her face.

“Can we…take him home now?” She asks, and he knows the two siblings have their differences but they are bonded by family and she loves him, in a way, and it shows by how softly she strokes his matted hair now.

Bruce gives her a tired smile, arms full of his lost son.

“Yes…yes, let’s get him home.”

#dc comics #bruce wayne #jason todd #damian wayne #mywriting #assume rhato 25 didnt happen btw #also assume ric grayson didnt happen #bartons #bc ric grayson is dumb #this.......got away from me #asks

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flamehairedwritings · 6 years ago

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Cups

Characters: Chief Jim Hopper x Female Reader

Words: 1,661

Rating: M, 16+ ONLY

A/N: Hello! Welcome to Christmas Drabbles 2018! For the next seven days I’ll be posting a drabble every dang day with a festive theme. I hope you enjoy and happy holidays!

Summary: Based on the prompt ‘Character A and Character B, sworn enemies, are chosen to prepare the company Christmas Party’, by @alloftheprompts

MASTERLIST

CHRISTMAS DRABBLES 2018 MASTERLIST

Please don’t copy, steal or repost my work; credit does not count.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Oh, here we go.

“Excuse me?”

Arching an eyebrow, you place your hands on your hips as you turn to the source of the gruff voice.

Chief Jim Hopper looks at you incredulously, his hands also on his hips.

“What. The hell. Are you doing?” he repeats in that slow way that immediately makes you feel like a complete idiot.

Clenching your jaw, you raise your eyebrows. “What does it look like, Chief Hopper?”

“It looks like you’re hangin’ tinsel on the holding cells.”

“Oh, so your eyes do work.”

You turn back to your task, a hint of a smug smirk on your lips as you hear him exhale a long breath. You were always able to push your luck because what could he do? Fire you? Yeah, well, maybe, but on what grounds? Stating the truth?

Just try me, Hopper.

You were always just that little step ahead, and he hated it.

“You can’t hang tinsel on the holding cells.”

“Do please tell me why.”

You can practically hear his teeth grinding together. “That’s where we keep suspected or confirmed criminals. We can’t have it lookin’... Jolly.”

“Yes, we can.” You finish sticking two ends of tinsel together and step down from the chair.

And you leave your response at that.

Turning away from him, you move back to the box of decorations, rummaging through it for the multi-coloured lights you’d seen and fallen in love with earlier. Finding them, horrendously tangled, you thrust them in Hopper’s direction, not looking at him.

“Do something useful and untangle these.”

You hear that deep, irritating sigh of exasperation as he takes them and sits down heavily in the nearest chair, getting to work as he mutters under his breath.

If only he’d known Flo had also picked you to decorate the Station. He would have stayed right the hell away. Maybe even gone across to another state. Taken a whole damn week off so he didn’t have to see or think about you.

What he wouldn’t give for one day of relief.

“Come on, honey, come and dance.”

Smiling widely at Flo, you shake your head, your bell earrings tinkling with the motion. “No, I’m all right, thank you, Flo. Maybe after I’ve had a few more of these.” You raise your cup a little. “Then I’ll be able to dance like, oh, what did our delightful chief call it last year... A newborn foal with roller-skates on.”

Flo tuts as she moves closer to your side. “Like he can dance any better. Oh, no, I mean, you are a good dancer, honey,” she swiftly continues when you arch an eyebrow. “Oh, you know what I mean. Oh, if only you two would get along, you have so much in common.”

You snort, raising your cup to your lips. “Yeah, well, he should apologise.”

“Can’t you just let it go and shake hands?”

“I’m not that big a person, Flo.”

It had been three years since you’d started. Three years since The Incident. Since... Since he’d... What had he said again... Urgh, you can’t remember the specifics but it was something incredibly patronising and you hadn’t just let it slide and it had snowballed from there and here you are today.

Staring across the office floor at him.

Your skin prickling in that way it always does when he’s near.

Your heart beating just that little bit faster.

Unable to stop staring at him.

“‘nother beer, Chief?”

Hopper lifts his gaze from his nearly empty bottle to the one Powell holds out to him.

“Yeah, thanks.” Setting the one in his hand down on the table, he accepts the fresh bottle, raising it to his lips for a sip.

Powell stands at his side, gazing out at the cramped dance floor you had somehow made the space for, desks and chairs shoved aside.

“Hey, didn’t she wear that dress at the Thanksgiving party?”

Calvin Powell looks to his chief, then to you, then back to Hopper. “Yeah, I think so. Why?”

“Dunno, just...” Hopper shrugs, lifting the bottle to his lips again as he mumbles, “Make an effort, you know.”

Powell raises his eyebrows. “Says the guy who wears the same shirt to everything.”

“Yeah, but, you know... Women,” Hop finishes weakly, wincing slightly in instant regret.

Powell’s eyebrows rise even higher. “’Women’?”

Apparently relenting to the fact he has to commit to the words that somehow came out of his mouth, Hopper clears his throat and shrugs. “Yeah... Women.”

His officer stares at him. “Uh-huh. Women... Mystifying, aren’t they?”

“Mhm.”

“Annoying when you can’t figure ‘em out, isn’t it?” He watches Hopper stare at you, watching you converse with Flo.

“Mhm.”

“And it’s even more annoying when you wanna go over there, ask ‘em if you can get ‘em a drink and apologise for being a damn idiot all the time.”

“Mhm─” Hopper’s gaze flicks over to him, his eyes narrowing.

Powell shrugs.

Clearing his throat, Hopper opens his mouth, to say what he has no God damn clue, when his eyes find their way back to you and you’re heading into his office.

“What in the hell...” he mutters, irritation swiftly rising within him as he sets his bottle down and strides after you, leaving Powell staring after him.

“How can we have run out of cups already? Hopper was meant─ Well, there we go actually, Hopper was in charge, that’s how we have.” Exhaling a short breath of frustration, you then smile at Flo and pat her shoulder gently as you pass. “I’m gonna go and get some cups.”

Placing your cup down on the nearest desk, you round it and push through the small swing door leading to Hopper’s office. Opening the door, you head inside, not bothering to turn the light on.

Hopper being Hopper, he’d vehemently opposed you using his office as a decoration base but you’d ignored him and stored boxes in there when he hadn’t been looking. Which had actually been easy to do because he never looked. Not that you minded. One bit.

Surveying the array of boxes, you try and remember which ones the cups were in.

Oh, God, where the hell has he put them...

“What are you doing?”

You exhale a low, exasperated sound, opening the nearest box and starting to search through it. “Getting more cups, officer.”

“Did you not put enough out?”

“The drinks table was your jurisdiction, Hopper, it’s the only thing you got excited about. The most excited I’ve ever seen you, actually, I didn’t know it was possible.”

“I get excited about things.”

“Yeah, like what?”

“Knowing you’re not gonna be in.”

You snort.

Wait, what.

You hadn’t been able to help it. You’d snorted. And not a dismissive snort. An amused snort.

And neither of you know what to do.

So you both ignore it.

Clearing your throat and mercifully finding the cups, you pull them out, turn and move to the door, pushing the wrapped stack into Hopper’s hands as you pass him.

You’re so close to the door, so close to freedom and pretending that never happened, when Callahan appears in the doorway.

“Oh, shiiit, look who’s under the mistletoe!” he grins, dangling the fake arrangement above your head.

“Oh, God, never, Phil,” you reply, incredibly grateful for the distraction and trying so hard not to smile.

“Nah, c’mon, you two.”

“‘You tw─”

In taking a step back from Callahan, you meet a hard wall behind you.

Not a wall.

A Hopper.

The Chief clears his throat. “No, Callahan.”

“Come on, just a lil’ peck.”

“Calla─”

“Smooch, smooch.”

“Phil─“

He raises the mistletoe higher. “I won’t let you pass and I reckon I could take you both on. Get in to the Christmas spirit, guys, c’mon.”

“Christ, fine,” you mutter.

You tilt your head back and lift your chin to kiss Hopper on the cheek to just get this over with... but he’s turned his head, too.

Your lips meet his.

Gently.

Gently?

God, you thought kissing Hopper would be uncoordinated, he’s a complete mess of a man, frankly, but this is... This is nice, no, wait, anyway, you don’t spend a lot of time thinking about kissing him so─

Your lips are still against his. You haven’t pulled back. And neither has he.

He seems to realise it the same moment you do.

Drawing your head back so quickly you almost strain a muscle, you stare at him as he stares at you.

Even Callahan goes quiet for once.

For a few seconds.

“Okay, who’s next!” he calls out as he turns and zones in on the next victim.

You and Hopper are still looking at each other.

Your cheeks feel warm and his mouth is open, like he’s fighting for something to say.

He finds it. “Right.”

“Right.”

“Okay.”

You want to kiss him again.

Oh, God.

Clearing your throat, you nod and turn away, start walking, pause in the doorway, and then clear your throat again.

“Put the cups on the table, Hopper.”

“Yep.”

Lifting your gaze, you find him still looking at you.

Oh, God.

“Okay, so I’ll─”

“Actually...”

You blink, slightly startled that he’s interrupted your attempt to leave this situation he should no doubt be also finding awkward.

There’s something in his eyes, though, something that you can’t look away from.

“... I remember tellin’ you you couldn’t put all this shit in here.” He drops the stack of cups into a box beside him as he moves towards you, and you don’t move.

Standing before you, looking down at you, he reaches behind you and pushes the door shut.

Suddenly, pressed against him, your head leaning back against the door, you can name what’s lingering in his gaze.

Lust.

And you know he can see it in your eyes, too.

“What are you going to do about it, Chief?”

“Somethin’ I’ve wanted to do for a long time.”

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warlordess · 6 years ago

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An Alternate Journey (Pokeshipping; part two)

Authors - @warlordess and @miyatoriaka

Notes - Welcome to the next part of the major motion fanfic of the century! MiyaToriaka has beta-ed both the prologue as well as chapter one and given them both her personal seal of approval, so I guess that means we’re good to post!

Part one/prologue can be read here.

Part three can be read here.

Anyway, here’s hoping you all enjoy!

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Title - “An Alternate Journey”

Summary - Eleven year old novice trainer Misty starts her Pokemon adventure, best friends Gary and Ash by her side. But will she withstand every test her travels throw at her and become the greatest master trainer of all time? Fic co-crafted with famous fan-artist, Miyatoriaka!

Ages - Misty and Leaf are eleven years old, Ash and Gary are thirteen, and the adults are adult-aged so who cares about ‘em? Lol.

Chapter One - Gastly

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Four days. Four days and five nights. That’s how long their group had been trapped in the god-forsaken Viridian Forest.

Ash sighed in resignation, grabbing his faded and dusty backpack and tossing it over one shoulder, eyeing a nearby Caterpie as it wriggled its way up the fir pine tree stretching to the sky before it, then began to kick dirt onto the campfire he and Gary had made the night before.

He’d walked through this very same forest a hundred times before over the course of the past few years, trekked the same path, saw the same cluster upon cluster of trees… Ash Ketchum knew Viridian Forest like the back of his hand and one thing he could say about this place was that it was b-o-r-i-n-g.

The place was a natural breeding center for bug-type Pokemon, which he couldn’t help but resent with a passion due to their advantage against grass-type Pokemon; his favorite type. However this information didn’t stop Misty from trying to keep their group there as long as possible while she attempted to catch them all, almost constantly switching paths on a dime and getting them turned around and confused.

Did he say he knew this forest like the back of his hand? Well, he meant he knew the relatively straight path connecting Viridian to Pewter City. As for all of the other ones that slowly formed after decades had passed, he had no idea. The map was a little outdated and pretty rough and generalized to begin with. It was almost impossible to read sometimes unless one of them (Gary) woke up early enough to catch which way the sun was rising from and used that knowledge to decipher which direction was North.

“Please, please tell me today is the day we finally get out of here,” Ash groaned, halfheartedly gazing in the direction of his friends.

“Who knows?” Gary replied cryptically, averting his gaze to the sky.

“No way! That bug catcher I battled last night had a Pinsir and he said he caught it around here!” Misty practically shouted in exuberance, twisting on her heel and facing a nearby group of bushes as if expecting the very same Pokemon species to come leaping out of them, ripe for the catching.

“Misty, c’moooon…” Ash whined, “We’ve been stuck here for over half a week! You’re already a year or so behind your class of licensed trainers! Are you really going to spend a whole nother one weeding out Viridian Forest?!”

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The redhead merely pouted in return, causing Ash to avert his gaze to avoid any slight pinch of guilt she was pressuring him to feel. The moment was interrupted almost immediately by a nearby tree rustling, and the whole lot of them stiffened in expectation, Misty and Eevee ready to hop on the offensive at a moment’s notice.

A Rattata scrambled down the trunk and wound itself in the opposite direction of the group of adolescents with a bramble covered in leaves and berries clenched in its teeth.

Misty sighed, disappointed, kneeling to pat Eevee, ruffling her fringe in thanks for her effort in being proactive towards their goals.

“Just a Rattata, huh…? Well we’ve already caught one of those anyway.”

“As much as I hate to admit it, Ashy-boy may be on to something,” Gary chimed in from the background.

“Wha’d’ya mean?”

“We should have arrived in Pewter City last night at the latest. We’re running low on food and Pokemon supplies. If we don’t get out of here by tomorrow morning, we’ll probably be completely out,” the auburn-haired gym trainer warned them all, sobering up Misty’s former mood rather impressively.

“Ah… okay, fine then, I guess we’ll try and figure something out.”

“I mean, no matter what, we’re still lost, right?” Ash asked, choosing to ignore his old friend’s jab from before.

“Hmm…” The redhead responded cautiously, deep in thought. “Maybe Pidgey would be able to fly high enough to see which way we should go?” And she removed the Pokeball from her belt and showed it to her friends.

“Maybe,” Gary begrudgingly agreed, “but, then again, you caught him just outside of Pallet Town so he doesn’t know this area well, plus you’ve barely bonded with him so he might be unwilling to help you out with something like this, and he might have trouble tracking his way back to us. Not to mention Pidgey aren’t very fast until after they’ve grown some or evolved and yours is pretty young.”

“Okay, but that’s our only real option other than wandering around and hoping to find the exit or running into another trainer who can help us out, right? So…” Ash wondered aloud.

“Well, I’m okay with staying here!” Misty replied, hands clasped before her and then she punched one enthusiastically up into the air.

“Of course you are,” the raven-haired trainer deadpanned.

“I guess we’ll go with Plan B, which is terrible but still somehow slightly better than Plan A.”

“So should we bother stopping for lunch when the time comes or keep walking?” Misty asked.

“Like I said, we’re kinda low on supplies. It would probably be best to skip lunch if we can and just have a slightly early dinner. Then we might have some leftovers to snack on in the morning if we’re still lost and haven’t found anyone to help us out.”

“Yeah, maybe I’ll be able to get some training in with Pidgey and Rattata while we look around! We gotta beef up for our first gym match anyway, right? And maybe I’ll catch a Pinsir after all!”

So, settled on that plan, the group of four began ambling around, mostly sticking to the current path unless they happened to run into another that traveled straighter, since that one would more likely get them further faster. Every once in awhile one of them would step a short distance away to see if they’d run into another trainer but there didn’t seem to be anyone else around.

Evening fell swiftly, the wind picking up enough to rustle the trees and distract them from their mission. When the group decided there was too little sunlight left to tell where they were going, they finally chose to set up camp instead.

“Hey, guys, I think I’m gonna keep training nearby. I’ll come back right away if I run into someone who can help us find a way out of here,” Misty took the opportunity to say.

“By the way,” Ash brought up after exchanging a particular knowing glance with Gary, “it’s great and all that you wanna get to know and train up your Pokemon and I get that your choices have been kinda limited so far, but you might wanna think about expanding your team beyond normal and bug types. The first gym uses rock-type Pokemon so nothing you’ve caught so far is gonna stand much chance.”

“Yeah, a water or fighting type would do you some good but they’re kinda scarce in this area. Maybe you can find a grass-type?”

“See?” Ash said smugly, “This is why you should have bred your starter using my Ivysaur instead of his Eevee! That woulda given you a good head start, huh?”

“But your Bulbasaur is so picky!” Misty replied skeptically, hands on her hips. “If I’d chosen to breed my first Pokemon with you, I would have probably been stuck waiting five years instead of one!” A moment later and she knelt down to Eevee, who was sitting beside her, patting and scratching her affectionately behind the ears. “Plus I wouldn’t trade my Eevee for anything!”

Ash, put out somehow for reasons he couldn’t quite place by her response, turned away and plopped his backpack on the ground.

“Anyway, we’ll start working on dinner--”

“--Who’s ‘we’?” Gary replied dryly, “You can’t cook any better than her--”

“--so just head back in about an hour or so.”

“Gotcha!”

And she and her Pokemon disappeared further into the woods.

The rest of the evening went by rather smoothly. Misty returned at the given time with no luck of finding them an escape route and she and Ash joined Gary for dinner, before taking on their responsibility of washing the pot and dishware they’d used. Dusk turned to complete dark and, with a few attempts at rekindling the fire, the group prepared to turn in for the night, hoping against hope that they’d indeed find their way to Pewter City by the next afternoon.

However there was one thing Misty had to ask before the night was through.

“Hey, Ash?” Misty asked curiously as she drew her hairbrush through a thick lock of red.

“Hmm…?” The response sounded somewhat lethargic from the other side of the fire.

“Can we have a practice battle?”

“Wait, what?” He seemed much more alert in retaliation to that question. “Do you mean right now?”

“Well, maybe not now,” she corrected, sitting down in her sleeping bag and tossing the brush unceremoniously back into her bag. “But tomorrow? I’ve beaten every bug catcher and wild Pokemon I’ve come up against. I - we - could use some more challenging experience,” she finished, eyeing Eevee asleep beside her as she skillfully maneuvered herself into her sleeping bag without jostling the Pokemon awake. “We should be in town by tomorrow afternoon and then I’ll be having… my first gym battle, right…?” she finished with a yawn, laying back and blinking blearily up at the crescent moon shining above her.

She could barely make it out beyond the canopy of the forest.

“Well, I mean, I am a gym trainer myself, and you wouldn’t usually fight me until later on,” he told her proudly, sitting up and puffing out his chest. “If you’re worried about having a hard time against your first gym leader, I doubt battling me is gonna help make matters easier for ya!”

The raven-haired gym trainer laughed egotistically to himself for the next minute or so, Gary choosing to ignore him in lieu of throwing himself into his own sleeping bag for the night. Of course, after enough time had passed, Ash realized he hadn’t garnered any response and craned his neck to try and get a look at his female companion from across the campfire.

“Misty…?”

Still nothing.

“Hey, Misty!” he tried again, tone sharp. There was no way she was already--

“--Asleep,” Gary noted with a shrug. “Such a shame too, Ashy-boy. She missed your oh-so chivalrous moment of braggery.”

“Whatever,” the other boy scoffed, turning his nose up and hoping the flickering fire didn’t do anything to highlight the awkward flush on his face, and both of them laid back and tried to sleep.

It was some time later when Misty snapped awake, the light of the full moon too much to ignore… or maybe it was the pearl white of the fog that had set in during the couple of hours she’d been asleep…?

She sat up in her sleeping bag, the zipper coming automatically undone as she did so. Eevee felt her trainer stir and began to wake as well, rising up onto all fours and stretching, leaning in and licking the human’s hand.

“Eevee eev?”

“Ah, sorry to wake you, girl. I just… I’m just thirsty, I guess,” the redhead said, licking her dry lips and clearing her throat as she looked around for her canteen.

Something in the air seemed strange. Different. She couldn’t make out much of anything definitive in her surroundings. The smoldering of the cinders in the campfire seemed to fade right before her eyes as she stood up, slipping on her sneakers and bending down to tie them.

Where was it…? Where was her canteen? Where was her bag of supplies and her Pokebelt and… where was…

The question faded from her head, evaporating like the white of the fog before her.

“Eevee, let’s look around some, okay?” she asked warily of her Pokemon partner.

“Eevee!” the normal-type responded confidently and the two of them began their trek.

It seemed the world grew a degree colder with every step and their unknown destination farther, their sights dimmer. They were getting everywhere and nowhere at once, walking neck deep in white nothingness looking for the first thing they could find that would indicate a change.

“I - it’s really cold now…” Misty murmured from between chattering teeth. “Shoulda brought my jacket with me.”

Right, her jacket, which had been sitting folded next to her shoes when she slept. So she could just turn around and walk back the way she’d come from to find it, she figured, turning on her heel, then coming to a sudden stop at the sight before her.

It was her sleeping bag, laid out just as it had been before, barely two feet away.

Something didn’t add up. Something wasn’t right.

Misty sighed, growing agitated, throwing her head back as she groaned, the full moon above her shining so clearly and nothing - no trees, no clouds, nothing at all - blocking it from view. The same with her sleeping bag, it was the only clear item she could make out for miles, and it seemed almost hypnotic because of that contrast.

“Eevee…” Misty whispered, though she trailed off almost immediately.

“Eevee? Eev eevee eev!”

The cries of her Pokemon seemed so far away, and it took too much effort to look down. She just kept staring at that smoky full moon.

Wait… smoky…?

“... isty…?”

And why was the moon... suddenly full…?

“Misty?”

“Eevee?” her Pokemon chirped from far away.

Wasn’t it a quarter moon when she’d first fallen asleep?

“Eevee, have you seen my… my bag? And do you hear that? Who’s calling my name?”

“Misty, snap out... it!”

“Why does the moon look… so… so full?”

As soon as the final word left her lips, all of the vibrant white and cold and fog whirled away, sucked instantaneously into an invisible rift. Everything became much louder all at once, disorienting her, and she realized the fogginess had been inside her own head, as though she were ailing with fever.

She inhaled sharply, swaying on her feet, but everything that had been missing, that she’d been looking for, that she otherwise hadn’t been able to figure out, came back to her so swiftly that it almost hurt.

“Eevee! Ash! Gary! My--”

“You finally woke up!” Ash exclaimed in relief, at her side and a hand on her shoulder. “We were worried. You’ve been staring at the sky for the past twenty minutes. We didn’t know what was happening!”

“I was what?” the redhead replied tiredly, holding a hand up to her forehead and drawing away a sheer layer of sweat. It had felt at the time like she’d jogged an entire marathon…

“What happened to me?”

“Don’t know,” Gary told her, on her other side and handing her canteen over so she could sip some water. It was at this point that Misty noticed her backpack and jacket sitting just where she’d left them beside her sleeping bag. “Like Ash said, you got up a little while ago, I heard you do that and woke up to you putting your shoes on, and then you just stopped and started staring at the moon. Eevee and I tried calling out to you but you didn’t seem to hear us. That’s what woke Ash up. It was almost like you were hypnotized.”

“Hypnotized…” the other two trainers quoted unanimously, though Ash sounded a lot tenser all of a sudden.

“That wasn’t the moon! I think that was a--”

And Misty dived for her bag, fishing out her Pokedex and flipping it open by pushing the small button on the side.

“Pokedex searching… Pokedex searching…” the mechanical voice tweeted, and the digital display indicated via arrows which direction she should face with it.

“Misty, you think it was a Pokemon that did… whatever it did to you?”

“Eevee eev eev eevee!” her starter shouted, leaning onto her haunches as if to say she was ready for a fight.

“Well it’s not like I usually just stand still and stare indefinitely into space, is it?” the redhead bit back more harshly than she meant to.

“One unknown Pokemon found,” her Pokedex chimed in before Ash could come up with his own witty retort to her comment.

“Unknown, huh? Doesn’t really help us much, does it?”

“Unknown Pokemon in Viridian Forest in the middle of the night? Well, I doubt it’s a legendary…” Gary commented, leaning forward and taking her Pokedex into his hands.

“A legendary?” she replied blankly.

“A really, really strong Pokemon,” Ash explained warily. “Usually having to do with local folklore and usually very rare, like one-of-a-kind rare.”

“Ooh…”

“But it’s probably definitely not one of those. The chances that they’d just show themselves to a bunch of random trainers like this are highly unlikely. More likely it’s a Pokemon you haven’t seen yet and that’s hiding its identity from us for whatever reason, like maybe a ghost-type?” Gary concluded.

“A ghost-type?!” Misty shouted in glee, on her feet again so quickly that both of her male companions were blown backwards by the maneuver.

As soon as Ash made it to his feet again, he scurried back to his sleeping bag, peeking his head out at the others as sweat began to pour from his brow.

“A g - ghost-type Pokemon?! You’re joking, right?!” he yelped, shaking like a leaf, creeping away from their group in sudden obvious terror.

“Uuh… okay…?” Misty commented in confusion at his response to the possibility.

“You didn’t know?” Gary asked absently, still flipping through her Pokedex from his spot on the ground. “Ash is scared of ghost-type Pokemon.”

“He is?”

“I - I’m not! I just…” And, with much more effort than it should have taken, the raven-haired trainer slithered his way out of his sleeping bag, ambling shakily to a standing position, “... don’t like them! Everyone’s allowed to have something they don’t like, aren’t they?”

“Well, yeah, but…”

“While I’m impressed that you’ve been able to hide your phobia from Misty for the past three years or so… here ya go,” Gary finished with a proud smirk, tossing Misty’s Pokedex back into her arms. “These are the only ghost-types native to Kanto. Chances are it’s one of them.”

“Really? Thanks!” Misty replied, looking over the profile photos one after another. “Let’s see… Gengar…”

Flip.

“... Haunter…”

Flip.

“... And Gastly.”

She paused on the last image on her screen, taking in the Pokemon’s perfectly round physical form and the dark, poisonous smog floating around it.

“I think this is it!” she exclaimed, brows furrowing as her lips curled into a smirk, belying her confidence.

“Gastly, come out of hiding already! It’s game over!” she shouted, picking up her Pokebelt and snapping it into place behind her waist, smashing her cap onto her head and preparing for battle.

There was a poof of smoldering dark and a hollow echoing chuckle from above her, the small gassy Pokemon floating down to eye level with the trainer who’d unraveled his ruse.

“Gastly gaaas…!” he howled in laughter.

“Let’s see what the Pokedex has to say…” she murmured, ignoring Ash as he tiptoed stealthily behind her.

There was a high-pitched ping followed by, “Gastly, the gas Pokemon. It is usually invisible to the human eye. Its specialty is its hypnosis.”

“Sounds familiar…” the redhead begrudgingly admitted to herself, doing her best (and failing) to ignore Ash’s fingernails digging into her arms every time the ghost-type Pokemon floated to and fro. “Wait, is that all you have to say?!” she screeched at her Pokedex, shaking it hard, frantic tears running from her squinting eyes.

“By enveloping larger opponents with gas, Gastly is able to defeat them.”

“Okaaay…” Misty ground out, withdrawing the small device for the time being. “I guess we’re just gonna have to figure it out as we go, right, Eevee?” And she smiled confidently at her Pokemon before throwing out an arm and pointing forward. “Let’s battle! Eevee, tackle!”

Her Pokemon barked its own name in agreement, leaping into the fray, but the moment was interrupted almost immediately by Gary’s wisdom.

“Actually, normal-type moves won’t have any effect on ghost-type Pokemon.”

“Wait, what?” the redhead squeaked.

Eevee, who’d already began dashing full speed at her opponent, attempted her straight-forward assault only to pass completely through Gastly and land on all fours in a patch of dirt behind it.

“So what do I do?”

“Run away really fast and never get involved with a ghost Pokemon again?” Ash practically whimpered into her ear, leading Misty to scoff and shake him off.

There was another familiar ping from her pocket. She scrambled to remove her Pokedex from within, watching as her Eevee leapt to and fro around a still jovial Gastly, which was poofing in and out of sight, sometimes creeping up from behind.

“Although Gastly’s amorphous body allows it to sneak around almost anywhere, it’s practically weightless physique means it can be easily blown away by the wind.”

“Yeah, that! Let’s do that!” Ash shouted emphatically.

“I don’t wanna blow it away, I wanna catch it!”

“Still, seems like flying attacks are your best bet either way,” Gary sagely advised. “Now might be a good time to call out your Pidgey. You said you wanted to train him up some, right?”

“Okay, okay…” Misty sighed, putting her Pokedex away one last time and grasping to the left of her belt for that particular Pokeball. “Eevee, come back! Come on out, Pidgey!”

A lot of things seemed to happen all at once. Eevee indeed returned to her side just as Pidgey took swiftly to the air in a flash of red light. Misty naturally thanked her starter for keeping the ghost-type busy while she came up with her next strategy, and Gastly… Gastly, rather than looking even mildly wary or panicked over having to face an opponent that could potentially do some damage, seemed instead to be despondent over the fact that its original playmate had retreated.

“Pidgey, use your gust!”

The flying-type Pokemon dived down then swooped back into a vertical stance, using his wings to suspend himself in mid-air. His flapping grew more and more intense until the campfire light began to flicker and dirt bellowed up into a gritty smog.

Gastly did its best to stand its ground against its adversary but to no avail, its gaseous cover beginning to fade into the dark of the night, and even its orb-like body starting to spin on its axis as it began blowing away.

Finally, with one last wrenching rotation of its core and a few attempts of phasing out from between the windy gusts, Gastly vanished with a final decidedly less jolly wail of its name.

“Aaah, no! I said I wanted to catch it!” Misty cried with a stomp of her foot, fists clenched at her sides. “Shoot! Who knows when o - or even if I’ll see another ghost-type!”

Pidgey flew back to his trainer, who offered him a half-hearted thanks, and Ash finally seemed to calm down and regain his steady footing. Gary stepped forward too with some surprisingly wise words.

“Well, whether you caught it or chased it off, coming out on top of a ghost-type Pokemon this early in your career as a trainer says a lot about your skill.”

“And I’m just glad you took my advice and blew that thing away!”

Misty, originally smiling in kind to Gary’s compliment, scowled and muttered, “I wasn’t trying to! I didn’t know Pidgey’s gust would be so strong…”

And, grim expression set upon her face, she took one firm step forward and cupped her hands around her mouth before shouting into the very early morning sky…

“I wish you’d come back, Gastly!”

“Gaaaastly…” the Pokemon in question drawled from out of nowhere, popping into existence beside the group of trainers.

“Ah! You really came back!” Misty yelped, equal parts shocked and excited.

“Gaaaas…” the ghost Pokemon continued to sulk, not looking at her, floating stiffly away.

Ash, who’d done well standing like a granite statue with his lips pursed over the past several seconds, began tiptoeing away from the group again.

“This is pretty surprising. Either Gastly is stronger than we thought or else maybe he just really didn’t wanna leave,” Gary noted, hand to his chin in thought.

“Hmm… Or maybe both...”

Misty sucked in a breath then cautiously took a step towards the ghost Pokemon.

“Hey, um, Gastly, were you just trying to have fun with Eevee earlier?”

“Gaaas…!” it replied with a subtle nod, barely looking in her direction.

“And, ‘cause it’s kinda important for me to know, did you mean to hurt me when you used your hypnosis?”

Gastly seemed downright aghast at the accusation.

“Gastly! Gaaastly!” it wailed ashamedly, shaking its round body back and forth as if to say ‘no’.

“So you were just trying to play games and make new friends?”

“Gastly!” was accompanied by another nod.

“Okay then!” the redhead responded with a chipper grin while her audience of a loyal Pidgey, suspicious Ash, and mildly impressed Gary stood in the background. “So, now that I know we’re on the same page, I was thinking…”

“No,” Ash ground out between gritted teeth from somewhere behind her but she ignored him.

“... How about if you…”

“I said no!” the raven-haired gym leader stated more vehemently.

“... join me and my other friends on our journey? I promise you’ll have all sorts of fun and meet tons of new people and Pokemon!” the redheaded novice finished offering.

Gastly blinked at the female human standing before him with everything shy of open arms. Instead she held up a device that he’d seen capture many a wild Pokemon and take them away in the past, though he had to admit that the overall proposition seemed rather inviting… He looked at the Eevee on all fours at her master’s feet, alternating between nuzzling the human’s leg and sitting back, tail wagging affectionately.

Next his eyes were automatically drawn to the other two humans standing behind the first, the brown-haired one sporting a smug grin while the last one had the air that many other humans had expressed when he’d snuck up on them for a game of peek-a-boo in the past…

Altogether they seemed like a well-rounded and diverse group… Yes, he might like to call it home, a place at their sides.

“Gastly!” he finally responded with a nod and a toothy smile.

“Really? You’ll come?” Misty gasped in glee, holding up the empty Pokeball she’d been carrying. “Yay! So do you mind if I catch you now?”

The ghost-type shook his head and waited willingly for his own capture, disappearing with a poof and a residual red light. The Pokeball shook once… twice… before the button at its center blinked from scarlet to white and it went still.

“Oh my gosh, I did it! I caught a Gastly!” the redhead shouted, dancing forward on the balls of her feet before leaning down to pick up her newest team acquisition. “And without further ado, Gastly, I choose you!”

The ghost-type reappeared in another flash of red and he, his trainer, Pidgey, and Eevee all jumped up and down together in excitement. Afterwards Misty decided to start the formal introductions.

“So you’ve already met Eevee and Pidgey, and there’s Weedle, Metapod, and Rattata too but it might be better to meet them during breakfast later. This guy over here is Gary,” and respective guy offered the new group member a smile before Misty moved on, “aaand that’s Ash over there. Oh, but you might wanna--”

Too late. Misty was going to suggest taking it slow but Gastly had gotten so worked up at the sight of all his new friends that he just couldn’t help himself, vanishing from her side and popping up in Ash’s face with an adoring (or so he was going for, though it came out looking somewhat malicious) expression.

“Gastly!” he said in greeting, and Ash, who’d been petrified in not-fear-nope-definitely-not, leapt first into the air and then back away from the ghost-type.

“Yaaagh! Misty!” the boy yelled at the top of his lungs, scurrying up behind his most recent favorite hiding spot (AKA: Misty’s back). “Make this thing stay away from me or else I swear someone’s gonna die!”

It was unclear if his final statement was a threat or else a paranoid exaggeration of the ghost-type’s powers.

“Hmm…? But he’s so cute!” Misty cooed, blushing with both hands to her cheeks. In response, the ghost-type’s formerly heartbroken expression at Ash’s slights against him mended into something forgiving and tender. “And I’m just so happy that he’s coming with us! Why can’t you be, Ash?”

“What?! This is the exact opposite of what I wanted! Why should I be happy?! I didn’t ask for anything like this!”

“But I’m sure Gastly will be really useful, won’t he?” the redhead continued simpering, “I bet he could easily show us out of this forest!”

The ghost-type nodded affirmatively but anymore conversation was cut short by more wise words a la Gary.

“Yeah, but it might be better to get some more sleep first then head out after the sun comes up. We’ve all only gotten two or three hours.”

“I guess… you’ve got a point!” Misty guffawed before holding up two Pokeballs. “Then we’ll get back to this in a little while! Have a good rest, Pidgey; Gastly!”

After both Pokemon had been successfully returned, Gary stepped up and clapped a hand to her shoulder.

“You did good. I think this may have qualified as your first real tough experience as a trainer. A ghost-type is a good start to building a solid team.”

“Uuh, excuse me?” Ash called out to them, his voice oddly muffled. “I thought we were going to sleep?”

Apparently he’d dived for his sleeping bag as soon as the opportunity was granted to him.

“They guy sure does move fast when he needs to,” Gary lamented with a teasing grin.

OoOoO

Notes - Gastly has a habit of trying to make friends with the Pokemon of random trainers who wander into Viridian Forest. At least, that’s what I was going for. When he used hypnosis on Misty, he meant to just make her fall back into a deep sleep for the rest of the night but there were some unforeseen side-effects. Luckily, he ended up making human friends as well!

The next chapter will be posted within the month. Not sure if it’s gonna be one of the planned chapters to do with the comic or a bonus chapter. Either way, I hope everyone looks forward to it!

Likes are nice and commentary is kind!

#pokeshipping #fan fiction #an alternate journey #chapter one #role reversal au #miyatoriaka #fanfic #multichaptered

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prismtowerprincess · 6 years ago

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An electrifying love story: book 1, chapter 1

This story can be found on my wattpad, Fluffyminccino. I decided to post this on tumblr as well! I hope you enjoy!

Now, before I get into the story, let me tell you how this story came to mind..

It came around the XY series ended, and I was playing Black 2 around that time. My fascination with water type Pokemon made me create an OC named Sierra. Get it? Sea.. Era? :D (I'm not funny.) anyway, I made her the soon to be water type gym leader of Humilau City. Marlon, the CURRENT :D (still not funny) gym leader of the city's cousin. She was born in the Simon region, after the divorce of her mother and father, and after her mother fell ill, they moved to the Unova region. Months later, her mother passed away. And she went to live with her cousin. During this time, she fell into Team Plasma, and eventually became their admin, doing whatever Ghetsis commanded her to do. They fooled her and used her for their selfish purposes. Like befriending Ash and company then betraying them trying to take Iris's Axew. Ghetsis brainwashed her, making her think they were doing good. If you all would like me to keep posting my chapters as I keep writing, let me know! :D enjoy!

Chapter 1: the admin's fall

Hovering over the Unova region was Team Plasma's Air fortress, our heroes, Ash, Iris, and Cilan stood against most of Team Plasma's goons. Every single one of them were about to get their pokeballs ready, but a voice stopped them. "Stop!"

Team Plasmas admin, Sierra. To Ash, she looked completely different before she betrayed them. All innocent and nice, sweet and loyal. But now? She was a completely different person in her team plasma uniform. Here she is, hand girl to Ghetsis.

"You, need to leave." She said coldly.

"Why are you doing this?!" Ash yelled.

She lifted her head to face them, getting a pokeball ready. “Don’t you see? We are trying to make Unova a better place. Face it.. without us, Pokemon everywhere will be abused and treated like servants for the rest of their lives, and I’m not going to let it happen.”

Don’t YOU see that Team Plasma is using you? They’ve mess with your head, Sierra! Trust me, Team Plasma is not what you think it is, they don’t care about y-“

Sierra stomped her foot with her long, high heeled boots. “Enough of this. You can’t change my mind.” She threw one of her pokeballs. “Go! Vaporeon!”

The water type Pokemon came out, it growled at the group and barked at them.

“Use Hydro pump.”

“Poooooooooooreon!” It released a hush of water from its mouth.

Ash counterattacked. “Dodge it, Pikachu! Use thunderbolt!”

“Piiiiiiika.. chuuuuu!!”

Vaporeon was zapped by thunderbolt and fried to a crisp. Sierra sighed and withdrew Vaporeon to its ball. “Thank you Vaporeon..” She was about to reach and grab another ball, but before she could, they were all interrupted by a voice. “I’m just getting-“

“-That’s enough, Sierra. No more battling.” A voice said from upstairs in the shadows. It was Team Plasma’s feared leader, Ghetsis.

“S-sir!” She saluted.

He walked down the stairs. “The next step of our plan is about to into action, Sierra. Reshiram will finally be ours, and I do not need you causing a scene with these intruders. You wouldn’t want me giving your position as admin to someone else, would you?”

“Sir, no sir!” She stood at attention.

He chuckled. “Good. Now.. take these intuders and throw them out of here. I don’t want our plan of world domination to be disrupted.”

“Yes s-“ Sierra was about to take his orders but she stopped. “Wait.. world.. domination..? But I- I- thought.. that we were saving Pokemon from abuse, and-“

“Oh my little admin, it’s about time that I told you the cold hard truth. Those Pokemon we took away, weren’t being abused.”

“What?!” She exclaimed in shock. “Then why were we taking them from so many people?!”

Ghetsis let out a cold chuckle again. “Why.. we were using them for our team, our Pokemon army of course. Did you really think we, of Team Plasma, were doing good? All we want is to rule the world. Not anything else. Do you understand?”

Then it finally hit Sierra. Everything she’s been doing.. all those Pokemon she “saved” was nothing but an evil scheme to rule the world. She took those Pokemon from so many innocent people who loved them.. they weren’t helping Pokemon who were in trouble.. she felt ashamed. The team she knew, the people she trusted, were nothing but traitors. In anger, she threw her plasma mask off.

“What are you doing?” Ghetsis asked.

She stood by the exit, opening the door. “You all.. lied to me. I thought you all were doing good.. and were my friends and allies.. but I couldn’t have been more wrong. You have betrayed me, and are nothing to me!!”

Ash and friends stood there shocked at the scene.

“Ash, should we-“

Ash shook his head. “No Cilan. She deserves to know the truth. She was blinded by her leader’s lies.”

“What are you saying, Sierra?”

“I’m saying.. that I quit. I quit Team Plasma. Nothing I’ve done up to this point matters anymore..” she ran to the case full of stolen pokeballs. “Ash..”

Ash looked at her. “Y-Yeah?”

“I’m.. I’m sorry. To all of you. I should’ve listened to you, and I should’ve never betrayed you. What I’ve done was unforgivable.. I regret all of the lies I told you. My only favor I could ask you is to return these Pokemon to their owners.. please.”

Ash stood there motionless, nodding his head. “I will. And.. I-I’m sorry, Sierra-“

“Please, don’t apologize.. I have to go.”

And with that, she jumped out of the side of the air fortress, which was flying over Undella Bay.

“SIERRA!!” Ash, Iris, and Cilan screamed. All they heard was a splash in the distance. She was gone.

“Well well well.. looks like she bailed after all.” Ghetsis said, arms crossed. “She was just about useless to me anyway..”

“You’re going to pay for what you’ve done!” Iris yelled.

“She could be dead, your admin! She was loyal to you! And you don’t care?!”

He laughed. “Child, I couldn’t care less. She may have been loyal, but she was truly nothing but a pawn. I knew she was too naive to figure out what exactly we were doing. So.. it’s her loss. And it cost her her life, a foolish decision if you ask me.”

“How could you say that?!” Cilan protested.

Ash stopped them. Just stop, guys.. what’s done is done. Let’s just take everyone’s pokeballs and leave. Returning them was her favor after all..”

“Yeah..”

“You’re right..”

Ash ran after the case and grabbed it. “Charizard!!”

“Dragonite!!”

The two dragons flew over to the entrance from outside and let their trainers hop onto them. And with the case full of stolen pokeballs, they escaped before Ghetsis could attack.

“NO! come back with those pokeballs, you brats!”

A grunt walked up to him and out a hand on his shoulder. “Sir.. what do we do now?”

“Now?” He chuckled. “The plan doesn’t change. Keep our course straight for the giant chasm. Our plans to capture Reshiram and Kyurem have not changed! We Team Plasma.. will rule the world..!”

.......

While they were flying overhead of Unova’s seas, they were silent. Trying to see if they could spot Sierra floating above water. But they didn’t. They mourned at the fact that Sierra didn’t make it.

“Do you think she-“

Ash cut Cilan off. “I.. I don’t know.. she didn’t deserve this, any of it.”

But meanwhile..

“...” “...”

*COUGH COUGH HACK* Sierra dragged herself up, she had been dragged out of the Undella Bay by an unknown force. “Wh-What.. what happened..?” She tried to gain her vision back. “How did I.. end up here..?”

She looked around and soon after giving up, she saw a Dewgong coming up from the shore towards her, carrying berries in its mouth.

“Dewgong! Dew gong gong!” It chirped happily, happy that she was awake.

She was confused as she pet it on the head. “Did you.. rescue me?”

Dewgong nodded its head, then handed her some berries for her to eat. She took them and ate some.

“These are delicious! Thank you so much.. I can’t thank you enough for saving me..”

The sea lion Pokemon was happy to hear her kind words. It jumped on top of her and started licking her face affectionately.

“Hahahahahahaha!!” She giggled. “H-hey! St-stop that! Hahaha- That tickles!”

Dewgong smiled at her. Backing away, it gave her more berries to eat.

“You’re too kind, Dewgong..”

After she finished, she stood up and looked all around her. Undella town was just behind her.

“Undella town.. I’d better get out of here, and fast.. I don’t want Officer Jenny finding me in my uniform..”

She pet Dewgong and they said their goodbyes. She made it out of the town and she ran all the way back to her home in Humilau city. Once she found her house, she found her cousin Marlon sitting in the chair with his arms crossed.

"Sierra.."

“Marlon-! Oh.. you.. you know about everything..”

“Yeah. I know.. but it doesn’t mean I love you any less, cousin.. listen, Officer Jenny spotted you on the way here and she’s coming. She called me. You have to leave if you don’t want to go to jail. She knows you’re a part of Team Plasma.”

“Oh my god.. b-but Marlon..”

“I’m sorry, cousin..” He pulled her into a hug, then handed her a plane ticket. “Take this, hurry and leave before she catches you.. call me once you get there-“

“Marlon!”

He stopped her from protesting. “Sierra, I know this whole mess with Team Plasma wasn’t your fault, you were blinded by trying to stop other’s mistakes. But Team Plasma still committed crimes. The police are coming, call me once you get there, okay?”

She started to cry. Her tears soaked her already soaked uniform. She tried to convince him to let her stay, but it was too dangerous. He hugged her tight, and told her to run. And that’s exactly what she did. And she never looked back.

Sierra was an outlaw in the Unova region.

While running, she did her best to cover up the logo on her uniform while trying to make herself look halfway decent. But then, she noticed, a pokeball was in her pocket. She had forgotten to put one back.. but she was going to worry about that when she left. For now, she had to go. She arrived at the airport and handed them her ticket.

“FLIGHT #7 TO THE KALOS REGION BOARDING NOW.”

#pokemon #my story #an electrifying love story #my oc #Sierra #fanfiction

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everyonesastar · 8 years ago

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Okay, here goes. Could you do a protective Buster? Like Ash and the gang are getting threatened by some tough guy and Buster come to the rescue and the two get into a brutal fight? Like the guy stabs Buster which ales Buster go berserk with protection

Sure, but I had to change up some things, anyways…hope you like it!

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After their big performances, they’re had been people following them for autographs or trying to get pictures with them, which almost none of them had a problem about.

But it had gotten to the point where on social media, people would overflow them with messages or posts, so sometimes the gang didn’t bother to bring their phones when going to rehearsals.

But Ash had been getting these awful calls from a strange man or possibly a woman. Usually stupid calls or voice mails wouldn’t frighten her but they kept getting worse, and there was things showing up at her house, notes in particular.

One this morning had shown up in her own home, saying how they loved how she looked when she was sleeping, now who wouldn’t be frightened by that? She noticed her window had been broken, “This is getting ridiculous…” She mumbled.

Still, this didn’t stop her from showing up at rehearsals. “Alright Ash, show me what you’ve been working on for our new show!” Buster said, sitting in the second row with Mrs. Crawley and Eddie.

She grinned, plugging in a cord in the input jack. She began to play loud and clear.

“Lately, I’ve been, I’ve been losing sleep”

She strummed her guitar softly

“Dreaming about the things that we could be”

She continued to play her guitar softly, until she had reached a part of the song.

“I couldn’t lie, couldn’t lie, couldn’t lie”

“Everything that kills me makes me feel alive”

She had paused for a moment, before playing her guitar loudly.

“Lately, I’ve been, I’ve been losing sleepDreaming about the things that we could be”

She felt herself grinning as she closed her eyes, she felt truly happy.

“But baby, I’ve been, I’ve been praying hardSaid no more counting dollars”

She opened her eyes, only to stop singing for a moment. There was a dark figure sitting in one of the seats, the person who had broke into her own home had been following her, hadn’t they?

“We’ll be….” She stopped playing her guitar, she just stood there, afraid. She just stared at the figure in fear, and watched them slowly leave.

“Ash?” Buster asked, trying to see what was up. “Ash? You ok?” He continued to ask. She snapped back into reality after a few minutes of trying to calm down, she hadn’t realized the whole gang was around her.

“Ash, whats wrong?” Rosita asked while rubbing her back, Ash had been shaking for awhile. “There was….something there….someone was watching me…” “What do you mean? It was only me, Eddie, and Mrs. Crawley watching you…” Buster said clearly as confused as the others.

“I think the porcupine has lost so many quills that she doesn’t know what she’s talking about!” Mike said snickering a little, he then stopped once he had noticed Johnny was giving him a look. It wasn’t a very pleasant one…

“T-They…were sitting near the back, and they left not too long ago…” Ash mumbled. “What did they look like?” Meena asked “I-I dont know…but that isn’t the first thing that’s happened today….” Ash whispered while rubbing her head, this was all too much.

“Wait, what do you mean by that?” Rosita asked “Someone..broke into my house, they left a note…” “Well, what did the note say?” Mike asked, while crossing his arms.

“I don’t think it’d be appropriate saying it but…it was about me sleeping, and how they um…loved watching me sleep…it had more on it…but i don’t really feel like vomiting at this second” Ash said while sighing.

“That creep….who’d do sucha’ thing?!” Johnny said, balling his hands into angry fists. “Guys…just dont worry about it too much alright? I’ll tell you guys if that person is-” “Don’t worry? Sweetie, how can we not worry at this point? Something broke into your home and watched you sleep! Now they’re following you everywhere! We’ve got to do something!” Rosita said, she looked frustrated now.

“I agree with you Rosita, but you should all go head home and call me if anything strange happens ok? You should be with your family and secured in some place better than this. Ash, you’ll be hiding in Eddie’s apartment, the person probably won’t find you there and might be waiting for you at your own house…” Buster said.

“Wait what?” Ash and Eddie said, bewildered by his decision. “Yep, now everyone go home and lock your doors ok? We’ll meet up tomorrow to practice and talk about this subject later.” Buster said while walking towards his office, leaving the gang alone.

They all hid in their homes, although, each one of them got a special surprise. There were items shattered or ripped, windows broken, and a small note.

“Sometimes, the things you see in the shadows are more than just shadows.”

“ My fantasies are much darker than you think, my dear.”

Neighbors were concerned for what was going in Rosita’s house after hearing her scream. It was the same for all of them actually, the were all in a panic. They all immediately called Buster.

“W-What?! Stay at home? But Buster, this is where I might die if I don’t escape sometime soon! This horrible person is after all of us all!” Meena said frantically in the phone, you could hear the phone shake from her grip on it.

“Just stay there ok? I’ll figure out something….” Buster had said this to each and every one of them, he was walking around, trying to figure out whom is could be.

Ash had lended Buster the note she had found in her house, she didn’t know why, but she didn’t want to have it there any longer. He kept examining the hand writing, it looked oddly familiar to one of the sign up sheets he had gotten when he had opened up his signing competition. He couldn’t place his finger on who. so he went back to his office and looked through every single file he had.

Their name wasn’t listed,but there was a picture.

Lance.

Of course it had to be him… Buster sighed, aggravated. He did know what he was going to do once he had seen him or found him. He walked along the streets, seeing if he’d spot him anywhere, and luckily enough he saw him. He was waiting for a subway train to approach, this was a good time to confront him.

Buster sneaked through the crowds of animals and stood next to him, making absolutely no eye contact.

“I know what you did Lance…” Lance jumped a bit at the statement, “Oh really? If you do then go ahead, tell me” Lance said facing the koala now. “You’re tracking down my friends, you’re ruining their homes and live’s! You’re even stalking Ash, you ex if I am correct…” Buster whispered with a grim tone.

“Must’ve tooken you awhile to find out, but now, im afraid you know a little bit too much for me..” Lance said, there was a small clicking sound heard. Buster was confused, what was going to happe-

a mark from a small pocket knife was right across his stomach, he held his stomach and began to bleed everywhere. There were screams heard from those who had seen it, and as the subway train had reached its stop, Lance walked in calmly, smiling even.

Leaving Buster laying on his side.

“Oh my god! B-Buster!” Ash screamed while pointing towards the TV in Eddie’s home, it was everywhere on the news. “What? Are you ok Ash-” Eddie paused while looking at the video clip that was playing on screen and screamed as well.

Everything was beginning to fall apart, Eddie was trying to calm down outside while Ash called everyone and told them the news, while doing so, they all agreed to met up at the hospital immediately.

“Eddie you’re going to have to take some deep breaths and calm down! We need to go to the hospital right now!” Ash said practically dragging him on the sidewalk while trying to get a taxi.

“M-My friend! He’s, he may be dead!” He said between deep breaths. “Well we don’t know that for sure until we get there Eddie now come on!” Ash said trying to shake him out of the state his mind was in.

Johnny was driving as fast as he could through the traffic, he even ran a few red lights. He spotted Ash and Eddie on the sidewalk. “Jump in! We can’t waste anymore time!” Johnny said pulling up by them.

They both hopped in quickly, and finally got out of the squished car and into the hospital. The rest of the gang was already in the waiting room, “Finally you both arrived! It’s been thirty minutes!” Mike yelled. “Thirty minutes since what?” Johnny asked “Since they got Buster into the emergency room!” Gunter said interrupting the two.

“H-How was he when he arrived?” Eddie asked, the room was silent “I’m going to be honest Eddie…he didn’t look as enthused as he usually is…but im sure he’s going to be alright!” Rosita said reassuringly.

After waiting an hour, sure enough Rosita was right, she always was. They all jumped at the words “Alright, you can all go and visit for a few minutes..”

They ran into Buster’s room practically sliding! “Buster! You’re ok!” Eddie yelled. “W-Well, of course I am! Why wouldn’t I be?” Buster said while pressing a button that helped his bed adjust. He sat up to face them, “Well I dunno, maybe from the fact the whole world just saw you get stabbed” Mike said while hopping onto the foot of the hospital bed.

“That really went on the news? I thought no one would’ve noticed…” Buster mumbled. “Well, its kind of hard to not notice blood everywhere…A-Anyway….we’re just so happy you’re ok!” Meena mumbled with tears in her eyes. “Aww…thanks Meena…thank you guys for listening to me…I just couldn’t risk you all getting hurt…” Buster mumbled with a faint smile.

There was a few minutes where they hadn’t talked, they just looked at one another, happy to know it was all ok. “Alright, visiting hours are over with, you must all leave now.” A llama said in a nurse’s uniform.

“Alright, we’ll be out in a second” Johnny said while grinning.

They all gave Buster light hugs and sweet farewells, Eddie left Buster with only a quick kiss while he could.

And as weeks passed, flowers, balloons, even cards had shown up. A nurse was bringing in another bouquet of white lilly’s. “Well Mr. Moon, I hope you have a plan on where you’re going to put these once you leave.”

He sighed for a moment and smiled “No, that’s alright mam’ I don’t need flowers or balloons or even cards to know how much my friends love me, just plant those here. This place could really use something pretty” Buster said. The nurse smiled “Alright Mr Moon, I will for your sake. Tomorrow’s a big day for you….get some sleep. Goodnight” She said while turning off his light.

“Goodnight” Buster whispered, smiling faintly while drifting off to a deep sleep.

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End!

I’m very sorry if this isn’t as great as my last but, still, I hope you enjoy it!

#Sing!#Buster Moon #Fanfic #sing rosita #sing mike #sing meena #sing eddie #sing johnny

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