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kimhargreeves · 3 years

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Happier- Polkadot Man x Reader (The Suicide Squad)

Summary: You're forced to be a part of Task Force X Again, there you meet an unusual man who constantly wishes to die, you decide to get closer to him and make his day ust a bit better. (This is part 1 of 2. So don't read this contains Spoilers!!)

Authors note: I freaking love David Dastmalchian and his portrayal in The Suicide Squad warmed my heart, and I really wanted more. I'm also working on a Ratcatcher 2 oneshot, Captain Boomerang and Javelin that'll be up soon. And happy birthday to James Gunn!!

"(Y/N)! Do you copy?!"

My ears continued to ring and my vision finally came back to me. I panicked and began to breathe heavily when I saw my entire team dead. We hadn't even stepped foot 5 minutes into Corto Maltese and everything went to shit because of that traitor.

"Fuck!" I shouted in anger and held my head.

"Good you're still alive." I heard Waller say.

"I want to go h-home." I whispered and began to wipe my tears away from my face.

"You know the mission." Waller's stern voice reminded. "Find the rest."

"Fucking bitch." I mutter.

I slowly stood up from the sand and couldn't help but continue to cry. I've barely known these people except for Harley and Rick, but we were all brought in without having a chance to say no. Harley and Rick weren't around. I looked around but saw no one alive.

Mongal was burned like toast, she didn't let go of that damn helicopter.

Javelin was shot many times dead alongside TDK.

Weasel fucking drowned because no one said anything about it.

Savant got scared and Amanda blew his head off because of the bomb implanted in our heads.

And that one..I walked over to Blackguards body and saw his face wiped off. "You got what you fucking deserved you traitor!" I strongly kicked him and looked at my surroundings.

There was nothing but many trees and fire surrounded me. Now this time, The Suicide Squad really died, well team A did...

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Rick Flag was the first I found and I never felt happier. I hugged him while he awkwardly hugged back, he was in charge of our missions back then too, and even thought we didn't know much about each other, I considered him a sort of older brother.

I was now reunited with him and his team. Ratcatcher 2, Bloodsport, King Shark, Peacemaker and Polkadot Man. And Harley reunited with us when we had tried to rescue her.

It was now night time and we were finally resting up before heading to Jotunheim. Rick and Bloodsport kept an eye on The Thinker do he wouldn't try to escape.

I looked back and frowned and felt sorry, not for myself for once but for the man known as Polkadot Man or Abner Krill. I didn't say anything while we were discussing a few plans for the project Starfish but he would make some comments or dry jokes about being killed off.

"What got ya so gloomy, (Y/N)?" Harley wrapped an arm around me and saw me looking at the sad man who kept to himself.

"Ooh ya like him don't 'cha?!"

I felt my face turning red and my heart beating s but faster. I didn't deny it, but I hate seeing people so lonely and sad. He was sitting on his own outside by the balcony.

"I wonder why he's always so distant.." Harley hummed and her smile faded a bit.

"Maybe he just needs someone, a friend..you're a good friend, (Y/N)! Why not try talkin' to him?"

I already tried to but everytime I do he'd avoid me or walk away. I saw him tiredly running his hands down his black hair and closing his eyes.

We were resting up for today and Rick was somewhere with Bloodsport now. I looked around and noticed Peacekeeper writing down something on his notebook, Ratcatcher was with Sebastian her pet rat..she kinda reminded me of Cinderella with the whole rat's thing...Harley began calling her that without her knowing. And King Shark was looking outside through the window while it continued to rain

"Maybe he needs some space." I whispered and Harley rolled her eyes.

"Bullshit! Now get over there." She pushed me forward and I gave her a look but she ran away.

I walked forward and saw his brown eyes now on me again, looking at me with a very confused expression. "It's a beautiful nice, right?"

"Yes.."

"Aren't you hungry? I made food for us and noticed you didn't touch your plate."

"I'm not hungry..."

I decided to walk and sit down next to him. He kept staring quiet do I decided to speak again. "It's so peaceful and quiet out here, if only it were like this all the time. Look, even the stars and moon seem to shine brighter."

I point up glance at him also admiring the sky. "Beautiful, isn't it?"

"It is..."

I look back at him and saw him looking at me, he quickly looked away and tried to hide his face. I stated back at him surprised and smiled when I realized what he meant by that.

"You know.. I've lost a lot of people I've loved too." I assumed he's always like this because of someone he's lost in the past.

"My parents were killed by someone who was after us, they were good parents, they rescued a couple of kids that were being punished for their parents actions. The killers were awful people, my parents worked for them but never killed anyone, they figured out who was saving the kids, so they arrived one night and shot my parents dead. I was hiding and saw everything.."

I remember everything like it was yesterday. "I became suicidal and harmed myself everyday, but I stopped. I remembered how much my parents loved me and they would never want to see me like this, so I trained hard and killed the men responsible for their deaths. The police were surprised by the bloody mess I made, so that's what got me locked up in Belle Reve."

I glance over and see Abner looking at me, so I quickly wipe my tears and hug my legs close to my chest.

"I never had any friends and never wanted one, everyone I seemed to get close to died, but Harley came along. She's hard to control, but she was the first person who was ever kind to me. I felt safe and happy having someone care for me. I won't pressure you in opening up to me or the rest of us..but I'll wait as long as you feel comfortable and happy with yourself."

His dark eyes seemed to change, he almost looked at ease and his eyes seemed to get cloudy but with tears.

"....I killed my mom."

I turned to look at him surprised and saw no emotions on his face. "She experimented on my brothers and sisters, I had to do it before she could harm any one else."

Now that was a huge turn of events. "Oh.." I fell silent and didn't know what else to say.

"I don't want you to see me." We looked at each other and Abner seemed to panic a bit. "That's n-not what I meant. I've been avoiding you because I don't want you or anyone else to see my polkadots."

Bloodsport did mention him having strange polkadot powers. "I have to get rid of them, use my powers twice a day. I can control them and get rid of enemies, burn them."

"That is amazing." I smile and see him now looks at me back surprised. "I would love to see them someday. I-I mean I eventually will cause we're on this stupid Starfish mission."

Abner smiled a bit and kept his dark eyes on mine. "I don't like killing people you know?" I noticed him sitting a bit closer to me. I made it seem like I didn't notice, to not scare him. He's like a puppy.

"We'll get out of this, you'll see." I smile and try to remain positive. "What would you do once we get out?"

Abner stayed silent and seemed to think but nothing really came to his mind. "I don't really know."

"I know of a few places I could show you, that's if you'd like to stick with me. I gotta warn you I can be quite a handful at times." I joke and finally saw him smile again.

"I would like to, (Y/N)."

We stood quite and continued to rest and look up at the sky. I smiled to myself when I felt his fingers brushing my hand, I opened my palm and placed my hand onto his. "I think I can get used to this." I felt my cheeks blush when I heard him mutter to himself that.

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iwishtobeastorm · 3 years

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Cabur - Chapter 2

Alpha!Din Djarin/Omega!F!Reader

A/N: Hey babes! I’m bringing you another chapter, hope you’ll like it, let me know as always :)

Warnings: just some fluff and angst

Masterlist | Chapter 3

The village that Din leads you to is beautiful. It reminds you almost painfully of your own home and you immediately understand why he thought you might find this place comforting. There're children playing between the wooden houses and adults working by the small lakes that Din explains are krill farms. As soon as the three of you are spotted, it seems like the whole village gathers around you to welcome you. They're all just like you and Din, you can feel all their scents mixing, making you a bit lightheaded, but their smiles and friendly approach put you at ease.

"We're sorry for appearing so suddenly," Din says when he comes face to face with slim, dark haired Omega, who's smiling at him softly, pressing a little girl to her side, who's looking at the baby in your arms. The little one seems to recognize her as well, cooing and raising his hand. You'd be normally glad he has some friends, but right now you're too focused on Din and the lady to acknowledge the wordless communication between the two kids.

"It's okay. Some trouble?" She asks and her gaze travels to you, making your cheeks burn. You take a note of the mark on her scent gland and you can't help but wonder if it's Din's. Is he her mate? Anxiety creeps inside your chest at the thought. What if he is already mated? You wouldn't even know thanks to all the clothes and armor covering him. He never told you and you didn't ask. Why it never even crossed your mind that he might be mated?

All the people around you suddenly feel too much, too overwhelming and you wish you could just hide somewhere. Maybe all that tension in your body is a product of your upcoming heat but maybe it's something else. Maybe it's the burning ache in your heart at the bare thought of your Mandalorian being already mated with someone who isn't you.

"Can we talk about this somewhere in private?" Din asks, his soft baritone taking you out of your panicking mind and you notice how the Omega gazes at you with compassion, apparently recognizing your uneasiness and distress.

"Follow me," she tilts her head to the side before leading you and Din away from the crowd. The villagers evidently understand you need to be left alone and so they slowly get back to their work.

The Omega leads you to one of the houses, slipping inside with her daughter and Din follows her without hesitation, forcing you to do so as well, even though you'd prefer to talk about all of this alone before you explain it to the stranger. Well, she might not be a stranger to Din.

The house is furnished simply but effectively. You can see small kitchen, table with four chairs, which immediately makes your mind travel to her and Din and their suspected relationship and a door leading to the other room, which must be their bedroom. You feel like crying.

"Winta, why don't you take the baby and go play outside?" The Omega turns to her daugter, who grins before approaching you.

You suddenly don't want the little one to leave, feeling like he's the last thing keeping you in the moment before you completely lose your mind, but when Winta looks up at you with her big brown eyes and soft smile, asking you politely if she really can take him, you're not able to deny her. You kiss the child's forehead before handing him over and watching as Winda disappears with him in the doorway, holding him close carefully, murmuring something to him about the other kids.

"I'm sorry I haven't introduced myself sooner. I'm Omera," the lady makes you whip your head around to face her and you hesitantly take her offered hand, shaking it softly.

"I-I'm (Y/N)," you murmur, looking into her eyes just briefly, before your gaze meets the ground shyly.

As much as you were glad to get out of the ship after all that tension between you and Din, you really wish to be back there right now. Is he reallly about to leave you alone here? With his supposed mate? Gods-

"Nice to meet you. I didn't know Din has new companion," she muses, glancing at him with small smile on her lips.

"She's not around for long," he states and you wish you could run out of here just like Winta did moments ago and hide somewhere and cry until you feel numb.

"I assume you're here because of her upcoming heat," she says, her openness surprising you.

"Yes. She needs a safe place to stay at," Din answers instead of you, your eyebrows crunching together, when you realize he's leaving you alone for real, that this is not just some sick joke nor your imagination. Why the hell should he go through it with you when he has a mate after all? What were you even thinking? Of course someone as amazing as him is already mated. You were so stupid to think otherwise.

"Well, there's a plenty of space here. We will take a good care of you, (Y/N)," she smiles at you just as warmly as she smiles at Din and you just nod, biting your lip softly.

"Din? Would you leave us alone for a moment?" She turns to the warrior in beskar armor and he hums in agreement, the visor of his helmet meeting your widened eyes as you silently beg for him to not leave you there alone.

"I'll be just outside the door, ad'ika," he states, his gloved hand ghosting over yours before he turns around and walks out of the house.

When his heavy footsteps fade away, Omera breaks the uncomfortable silence, that settled between you.

"Sit down, please. Would you like a cup of tea?" She asks, being the good hostess she surely is and you shake your head, slowly taking a seat at the wooden table, keeping your hands in your lap nervously. She sits down opposite you, the gentle smile never leaving her lips, constantly reassuring you, that everything is fine, but you're way past believing that.

"What's troubling you so much? I can feel it emanate from you," she says, looking into your eyes, which you quickly avoid by letting your gaze drop.

"Nothing. I- I'm very grateful to you for letting me stay here," you say, even though you're not sure how much you mean it and unfortunately for you, Omera knows very well you're lying, but she decides to not press the issue.

"It's absolutely okay. You're the first person Din ever brought here so I immediately knew it's something important," Omera states and you bite on the inside of your cheek at her words. You're the first one?

"I'm- I'm sorry we never met before. You must consider it so weird when I travel with your mate like this and-," you're not sure what to say next, so you let your words die, warmth flooding your cheeks. Omera lets out a little laugh, which makes you look up at her, confused.

"Oh, Din is not my mate. I- I've had a mate once but- My husband died years ago," she explains, her smile dropping for a second and you find yourself staring at her in disbelief.

"I-I'm sorry, I thought- I apologize. And I'm really sorry about your husband," you say sincerely, your anxiety slowly fading away, weird calmness settling in your bones at the ascertainment of Din not having a mate.

"It's okay. I was wondering what set you off so much since the beginning," she states and you feel your face heating up.

"You like him, don't you?" She asks, smiling at you again.

Your heart squeezes at her words, Din emerging on your mind and once again and you find yourself at loss of words. You're usually so talkative, so why there's nothing coming out of your mouth now?

"I can see it. Your Omega is not really subtle about it," Omera muses and you sigh, wishing you could hide from the embarrassment.

"I- I just can't help it," you murmur, looking down at your shoes to avoid Omera's knowing gaze. She reminds you so much of your mother. The smart, strong yet kind woman she always was and is now.

"Din is a good man. A good Alpha. But he's too stubborn and too withdrawn to ever let his feelings out," she states and you curve your brows in confusion.

"You think- you think he feels the same?" You ask, not believing your own words.

"Well, I'm not really sure, but from what I've seen so far, I'd say there's more than a solid chance," she smiles at you.

You feel weightless, your Omega purring inside you at the thought that Din could ever feel the same, even though just partly. There's a chance, which is still better than nothing. But then your small grin drops when you realize why you're here in the first place.

"If he likes me, why is he leaving me here?" You ask and you feel your heart clenching. You don't want to be alone during that time. You've spent enough heats through your life alone, without an Alpha and now that you've accompanied one for so long, you can't imagine being without him. Your Omega is too used to his presence, to the safety and security he provides, that you're not sure you'll be able to survive being without him during such trying times.

"He just wants to protect you. I'll talk to him about it, if you want to," she offers and you nod, smiling gratefully.

All the spite you felt to Omera when you stupidly assumed she's his mate was slowly traded for solidarity and gratitude during this private conversation of yours and so there's no wonder you're leaving her house with soft smile on your face.

Well, it is a wonder to Din. He noticed how strangely you acted ever since you two entered the village. He felt all of your chaotic emotions, all that nervousness and anxiety and he thought it's because all of the people around you. He thought they're making you uncomfortable. He wanted nothing more, that to push all the villagers away from you to give you some space and then take you into his arms and cuddle you until you'll feel good again. But he knew well he couldn't. You aren't his mate and it's not his place to act like you are. He noticed all of the glances you send his way when he followed Omera inside her house. You were so afraid, it was tugging on his heart uncomfortably, his Alpha begging him to let him take care of you. He couldn't help but swipe his fingers over yours before leaving, trying to give you at least a bit of support and reassure you that everything is fine. You looked so anxious and on the edge like he's never seen you before as he slipped out of the house and so seeing you now, heading his way with the smile he adores so much on your sweet face makes him feel confused. But he's glad you seem more at ease than before. Maybe Omera managed to give you more assurance and show you more kindness than Din is able to. He sometimes wishes he was better at all of this, that he'd be a natural talent at talking and dealing with precious Omegas like you, but that's not who he is.

"Where's the little one?" You ask, looking up at him, your eyes meeting his even through the visor, making him blush a bit. You sometimes make him feel so exposed just by gazing at him that he has to assure he's still wearing the helmet by touching it subtly.

"I- I saw them playing by the water," he states and you hum, satisfied with the response you've got. Your care and worry for the child and his safety makes Din want to make you his right here and right now but he knows better.

"Did Omera help you anyhow?" Din asks, but before you can answer, he notices her standing on the small porch of her house, beckoning him with her finger, smirk playing on her lips and so Din knows this might not be any good for him.

"Excuse me," he murmurs to you and just as he passes by you, you turn around to see why he's leaving you so suddenly, your gaze meeting Omera's and she gives you a small nod, making your smile widen a bit. Will she be able to persuade Din to stay with you? But- What if she's wrong? What if he's not leaving because he wants to protect you but because he just simply doesn't feel the same? You feel your smile dropping instantly, your worries filling your chest again.

You'd probably drown in your overthinking, if the kids didn't gather around you, persuading you to go play hide and seek with them, to which you agree, leaving surrounded by them, your troubles pushed away at least for a while.

Meanwhile Din sits in the house with Omera. She talks about what's new in the village, about the people and their krill farms, holding the usual small talk but Din can feel that's not what this is about and his patience his growing thin with every second he spends somewhere else than by your side, his need to protect you and keep you under his gaze getting the better of him and so he interrupts Omera's speech about their new technique of preparing spotchka with a cough. The Omega sitting opposite him instantly gets the hint and sighs at the manners of her guest.

"You're in hurry?" She asks, smirking.

"Not really," he responds and her gaze lingers at him for a moment, before she clears her throat and looks down at the cup of tea in front of her nonchalantly.

"There's something I'd like to talk about with you," she says.

"What is it?" Din straightens up a bit. He has a suspicion it's related to you and that makes him worried.

"It's about your Omega," she says, looking at Din expectantly from above her cup.

"She's- she's not my Omega," he responds and it's more a sigh than anything else.

"She told me she's quite worried about you leaving her here," Omera says, watching Din's whole body stiffen.

"She has to stay here, Omera. It's for her own safety. You can help her through it better than I can," he says, knowing he's right. Just the thought of you having to use the small bunk at the Crest to make your nest in all the coldness and discomfort the ship has to offer makes repulsion bloom in his chest. No. He won't let that happen. You can have a soft warm bed here, with enough food and enough peace, without him and the child to interrupt. You'll be happier here. Safer. He's sure about it.

Omera thought Din might get what she was trying to lead him to but apparently he's more clueless than she expected.

"But she wants you to be here with her," she states and if Din didn't respond to her previous declarations seconds ago, she might've thought he's dead in the current moment.

"No. I-I can't. There's no way. No," he shakes his beskar covered head.

"Why? She obviously wants you here. What's so bad about spending her heat with her?" Omera raises one of her dark eyebrows at him and he mentally curses her for this whole interrogation.

"I can't. I can't because-," Din's afraid to say it out loud, give his thoughts a certain form. They'll gain weight then and Din's not sure he's ready to carry it.

"Because?" Omera urges him to finish it, knowing well he might need to finally get his thoughts out of his head.

"Because I know I'd go into rut if I was here. I- I wouldn't be able to control myself," he states, his face burning underneath his helmet, his fists clenched tightly under the table.

Omera doesn't seem really fazed by all of this. She saw it dozens of times. Alphas in love with Omegas, too afraid to be in their presence because they don't want to hurt them, even though the Omegas want them to be there.

"You know what that means," she says, trying to spot his eyes through the visor of his helmet.

"That I have to stay away," he states and she really wants to smack him with the mug in her hand.

"It means you're compatible. Maybe more than you realize," she says. Din freezes. Could that be true? Could you be destined to be his mate? Chosen by the universe to become his? That's too good to be real.

"You've never thought about it, have you?" Omera smiles softly, recognizing the surprise in Din's posture.

"I- no," he admits. He's been too busy going down the rabbit hole, thinking about how he's not enough for you and how you might never want an Alpha like him to acknowledge that the effect you have on him might be extraordinary.

"You should talk about all of it with her," Omera offers and Din starts panicking immediately at the bare thought of discussing it with you. But he takes control over his emotions, letting his mind take the rule again. He learned long ago that logic is better than impulses. It makes him a good fighter. It might make him better human too.

"No. She deserves better than what I have to offer," he states, rising from the table and so Omera knows this whole conversation is over, even though there's so much she would like to talk about but she knows that if she kept pressuring him, he'd close himself completely and that wouldn't do any good.

"Good luck then," she gives him a nod, which he reciprocates and she watches him as he heads to the entrance, leaving the building without sparing her another glance.

The first thing he notices once he's out of Omera's house is the giggles of the children he didn't hear before. He follows it instinctively, knowing his foundling might be amongst them and he should better check what they're up to, just to make sure they're all okay. The sight he's met with might be too much to handle for him.

You are sitting on the ground with the baby in your lap, all the kids surrounding you and you're apparently telling them a story, maybe some fairytale, while you braid Winta's hair. You look divine. You have this pretty dress on, the sun is giving your whole form a halo, making your skin look radiant and your hair sparkle. You're so gentle with your movement and your voice that Din could melt. You're smiling, focusing fully on the braids and your story, so you don't even notice him standing there and watching you. All the children are listening to every word you say in anticipation, curious about where's it all gonna lead.

"And then the knight showed up. He wore shining silver armor and there was a helmet covering his face. No one knew what he looked like but everyone admired him for his skills when it came to weapons, his intelligence when it came to strategy and his kindness when it came to the people. It was no surprise that the whole town was hesitant to let him leave so he could kill the beast but he was their only chance how to survive. The knight returned to the people two days later, with the head of the beast. He killed it and saved the whole town, who now worships him as their hero," you smile at your own words, finishing Winta's hair and so you turn to his foundling, taking him from your lap to your arms, letting him rest his head against your breasts, your lips meeting his forehead for a second.

Din feels like he's gonna storm there and do something really really stupid like kiss you or confess his feelings for you, when he realizes your whole story might be about him. There're obvious parallels between him and your knight. Is that how you think about him?

"And what happens next?" One of the little boys sitting by your right asks and you turn to him, giving him one of your sweet smiles, your hand enveloping his.

"He marries a princess from the kingdom he saved from the beast. And they live happily ever after together," you say and the boy grins, satisfied with your ending.

Din is completely drooling at the sight of you with the children. You're a natural. A perfect mother figure for his ad'ika. A perfect Omega for him. He wishes the tale of true mates could be true, he wishes you could really be meant to be his. He can't imagine anyone else by his side except for you. But he's not worthy of you. He's not the knight from your story, he could never be good enough for you, the princess. He's just- just himself, the plain old Din. How could he ever ask you to settle for that?

Your eyes meet him, once you catch a whiff of his sweet, calming scent and you grin.

"Look, here comes the knight," you murmur to the kids and they all immediately turn their eyes to Din. He realizes you probably don't know he stood there for a while and that he actually knows what you mean by the knight. The fact you confirmed his suspicion about the knight being him makes Din's heart ache with the desperate need to have you.

"He is the knight?" One of the kids gasps and you smile at them, nodding. Din carefully approaches the group. The baby immediately raises his hands to be held by him and you obligate, handing him over to the Mandalorian.

"What are you up to?" Din asks, trying to keep his voice steady and make it look like he truly has no idea.

"(Y/N) told us a story," Winta answers, being one of the few kids that are actually not afraid of Din.

"Hm. What kind of story?" He looks at you, noticing how bashful your seem suddenly, smile tugging on his lips at that.

"A story about a knight who saves a kingdom from a beast," the little boy that wanted to know the end of your tale speaks up.

"What kind of beast?" Din wants to know.

"A big bad one," small girl with golden locks responds, her words making you smile widely and Din wants to remember that smile of yours forever.

"I see," he says, turning to the baby in his arms, who seems really happy to be where he is now, held by Din and surrounded by all of his friends. It makes him wish he could really stay there with you for a while, but he knows he can't.

"You should say your goodbyes. We're leaving soon," he says to the child in his arms and he tilts his head in confusion, cooing. Din immediately feels the wave of negative emotions in your scent, hitting him like a blaster shot, making him whip his head around just to be met with your teary eyes, which almost breaks his heart but he knows he can't let up now. He has to keep doing what's best for you. And leaving you here right now seems like the only option.

"You're already leaving?" Winta asks, her hand resting on top of yours on your thigh.

"I- I'll be staying here for a while. Mando and the baby will come back for me then," you explain, your voice so quiet now as you try to keep a brave face for the children, who now cheer to have you here for at least a bit longer, while both you and Din feel like dying inside. None of you really wants to part from the other one, but Din already made a decision and he won't step away from it all now.

And so even though it breaks his heart, even though he can't even look at you as he's leaving the village, even though the child keeps hiccuping all the way back to the Crest when he notices you're missing, he doesn't stay. He boards the ship and leaves Sorgan as fast as he can, trying to build a wall around himself to not let all the feelings he has for you to cloud his judgement. He knows he had to do it. Because that was the right thing to do. Because that is the way.

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tiny-prince-alef · 3 years

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Alef’s Journey Home: Chapter 16

(Author here. Here’s chapter 16 for you guys before I head off to work for tonight! Again, spoilers are in this chapter for the Eye of Eden!)

Chapter 16: Battlefield

I feel numb and sad at the same time. We’ve been resting in the tower for… I’m not sure how long. Minutes? Hours? Days? If I hadn’t slipped, then Kohar would still be here.

It was all my fault.

Kohel kept reassuring me that he would be okay, that we would certainly see him again, but I could see the tears in her eyes and hear the sadness in her voice.

All I could do was sob out my apologies, asking her for forgiveness. She said that I had no reason to be sorry, but deep down, I don’t believe her. I’ve been sorry for the longest time.

What if… He didn’t forgive me? What if he was still cold and cruel?

“Alef… It’s time to go. We’re almost there.” Kohel said as she gently shook my shoulder, breaking me out of my thoughts. I can tell that she’s been crying. Outside, I can hear the Krill continue on with their patrolling, making their strange noises that I have grown to despise with every fiber of my being.

Wearily, I stand up, looking out at the large hole up above us. A Krill glides past and disappears out of view. How I dislike them.

“Kohel, about Kohar… I’m-” I start to say, but she holds her hand up, cutting me off.

“Alef, stop. It wasn’t your fault. Kohar will be alright. I already told you that death isn’t permanent for Sky Children.” She says as she pulls me into her arms for a hug. I find myself sniffling as I press my face against her chest.

“C’mon… We’re almost there. You and I both have promises to keep.” Kohel said as she started to climb up the rocks and towards the large hole. Obediently, I followed her.

“This is going to be the hardest part. There is one more Krill out there, and the wind is at its strongest. And… There are things there that will upset you when you see them. But I’ll be with you. I promise.” She said as she took my hand in hers.

This was it. The home stretch. I’m almost there.

I’m almost home.

* * *

Countless children had come to me. And I’ve saved them all. I gave them my Light. They would fly away from my cold, lonely world and back to their friends and loved ones.

However, something peculiar happened one day.

A voice had called out my name. Hearing my name made me feel strange; I hadn’t heard a voice in so long. Who was it? Were they a friend or foe?

Then, there was a golden light, high above me. It looked a bit like some kind of strange, flying creature. The voice told me that I was needed elsewhere. That someone needed me.

The next thing I knew, I was… I was looking at myself. My golden glow sat there, looking sad as it hugged its knees to its chest. I was being lifted up, being carried away from my Light. I was scared at first, but then I felt soothing warmth.

I sailed past billions upon billions of stars, past planets I never could have even dreamed of, all different colors and sizes.

The warmth was too much, and I drifted off to sleep.

* * *

I can barely see what is in front of us. The air is thick with so much dust and soot that I can barely breathe. I taste the granules in my mouth and spit them out when I can. It’s a terrible gritty feeling.

When we pass a statue with strange, blue crystals sprouting out of it, my heart and stomach sink. I wasn’t the only one who was claimed by the storm. Except I came back. This statue was once a child… They were trapped in their stone prison for all eternity.

Was this what my Papa had wanted?

“Come on, Alef! The entrance is right up there! We’re so close! You’re almost home!” Kohel shouted over the roaring wind. I could just barely make out an entryway amongst the storm.

But the Krill patrolling the entrance was quite visible, even among the thick clouds of dust that swirled around us.

As we continue on, we can barely move. The wind is so powerful, so unforgiving as we push onwards. As we huddle behind a rock, massive boulders just barely avoid us.

“Kohel! If you carry me, then I can protect you from the rocks! The Light from the Elders is keeping me safe!” I yell to her, our hair whipping all around our faces. I could see that Kohel is thinking about my offer. After several moments, she silently kneels down so that I can climb onto her back. I quickly climb on and hang onto her tightly.

With as much strength as she could muster, she pushes onwards. And like it was with Kohar, the large boulders moved out of our way. She trudged on, slowing down significantly as we headed up a slope.

I feel panic seize a hold of me when I see the Krill circle around, and I see the blue beam of light from its eye heading right towards us. No! Not now! Not when we’re so close to the end! Kohel seems to sense my panic, and I hear her growl as she pushes as hard as she can against the wind and the sloping rocks that serve as our stairs.

We just barely made it out of the Krills light as we made it into the doorway. With a gasping cry, she collapsed onto the ground, taking me with her as I landed on top of her. The sound of us panting is almost deafening as the Krill passes the doorway, completely unaware of our presence.

I rolled off of her back and I looked at where we were. A long hallway, lined with statues that are illuminated with a flame. The air is still and silent here, a stark contrast to what we just climbed out of.

After several minutes, we stood up, and we walked forward.

“Alef?” Kohel said, stopping in her tracks. I stopped and looked at her.

“This is it… Once we leave this hall, there is absolutely no turning back. We both have to see this through until the absolute end. We both have a part to play. But I wanted to let you know that I don’t regret this journey I took with you. Not a single second.” She walked over to me, pulling me against her into a tight hug.

“You’re like my little brother, Alef. And it was such an honor that I could help you get home. I promise that no matter what, you’ll see us again. I swear it. I care… So much about you, Alef.” She said softly into my hair, her shoulders trembling a bit.

“Once this is over, let’s go to the hot springs in the Village of Dreams, okay?” Kohel squeaks out. I hug her back, and I find myself whispering to her.

“Thank you so much, Kohel… Thank you so very much.”

We hugged for what felt like an eternity before we finally broke apart. She took my hand into hers, and we walked towards the end of the hallway.

And we did it together.

* * *

You have done it, stranger. You have made it.

I shall open the way for you. I focused my energy on the doors that will allow you entry to this ruined section of the castle beyond the rubble.

The section where my son and I used to live.

But will you grant me a single wish, stranger? Just one? Will you listen? Will you listen to my sorrow? My grief and regret? My fear? Will you grant that to me?

#sky: children of the light #sky: cotl #sky: light awaits #alef #resh #prince alef #king resh #eye of eden #sorrowful king; resh

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always-anxious-skychild · 3 years

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Switch moth anon again. Is it just me or is it so hard to find friends in game to just. Chill with, and have actual... Friendship with them rather than "we crossed paths once and never talked again?" One in game friend I have, while nice and all, I never see them bc they do candle runs with other groups, and they don't seem to want me to join in

Idk, I do wish it was easier to make friends in sky since I felt like that was the point of the game? Rather than the grindy mindset everyone seems to have fallen into now

(like. I do do candle runs but on my own, through like maybe 2-3 realms if I feel like it)

And since I fell sick earlier this week I'm too tired to log on to do more than collect the free candle and maybe do the dailies. Is this what all the vets feel like with cr burnout?

That's really just a shame, because sky is such a cute and fun game I love the visuals and movements of, and I've gotten into playing the piano since I could finally afford it! It's a very nice chill game but... Not a lot of the players see it that way?

(I'm rambling on and on, I hope your day is doing nice)

No, no. Feel free to ramble - you gotta have let out those many thoughts.

Anyways, I feel ya. A lot of players are solo players, like me, in a social game ironically because of many reasons such as different time zones.

And yes, it is very sad that Sky has become currency priority because honesty, what else can ee do after exploring all the places? After knowing the story? We can only revisit the places using the path of the candles and waxes.

But think about this: Yes, while we never meet our friends a lot - Those rare meetings makes you cherish those memories more.

I'll give some of my experiences.

Like a friend in the other side of the world, finally meeting then in the right time so you spend a few minutes asking how are you's - it made my whole morning.

Veterans who guided me as a moth a few times - seeing me now as a veteran myself. We never chat but I always giving them my bows for every chance meeting and they were always happy to see me.

Friends whose rare meetings are always so iconic and memorable that you wish you have recorded every single interaction.

Friends who we only consider as acquaintances - we hang out once y'know kind. Usually, we never know their names, just the sky provided ones. But we give our hi's and hello's, sometimes we hang out by the home space, maybe listen to your tunes if you're playing.

And friends who never become friends, that you only encountered by chance. Often, you fooled around the home space or social space.

Friends means connection. But that connection doesn't have to be big. It doesn't always have to be "because I help you" or "because we talked".

It's because I want to remember you. That's why I befriend you.

I want to remember that the moment we light each other, we're both chibis cosplaying Venti of Genshin Impact. I want to remember that one time, the krills of the battlefield suddenly appear but we're still burning the plants so we have to dance around them. I want to remember when the most servers are broken - you played a bunch of songs while waiting in the 8 player room for minutes and I was your only listener.

Sorry if I rambled. Anyways, if your friend is really nice as you say they are, they let you join their candle run group if you stick around.

But don't be afraid to make new connections as well. Say hi to your acquaintances if you coincidentally meet them by the home space. Don't be afraid to join the fun of others in the social space, even if you don't befriend them in the end. Always help others -moths or not, often they will cherish your help. Making long time friends is hard, yes. Making connections... not much if you let yourself make it.

#(ask anxy)

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allegoryofthebeast · 3 years

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hey omg i love your excerpt in that web weaving post is it part of a larger piece? I'd love to read it if it is!! 💕💓💟💖❣️

Omg you’re so sweet yeah it is part of a larger piece! I’ll post it down below but I feel like I have to disclaim it is truly just a super angsty kinda long reflective essay that I wrote when I realized I was actually really sad about being dumped teehee. But you’re so sweet for your interest! (I hope I have appropriately lowered your expectations :) )

A Pirate Fairytale

He sent me more of his writing tonight because I always ask to read it, and I am desperately pouring over it trying to find a shred of myself, that he’s feeling as lonely and lost as I am, that he wants me back too – or – maybe that he does miss me, at all. Misses me the way I miss him. Misses me the way he lies awake at night, haunted by his new boyfriend and how he’ll never be as charming and interesting, free-spirited and attractive in an infatuating arrogant way as I am, but despite my warring desperation and my cliff diving hopes built on a bedrock of crumbling dirt, a thousand years could hardly be enough to dull my aspirations, though – there was only a single phrase.

I’ve moved on. It told me. He’s gone, really gone. And not in any way that matters, or maybe the only one, he’s still my friend, my friend who tells me about his new man and expects me to laugh when he’s funny and coo when he’s sweet, get mad with him when he’s exasperating. And I do, I love it. Because I love him.

Heartbreak came to me obliviously, and unwillingly. I spent months wondering why I wasn’t sad that we were ending things when his inevitable moving away came ever closer, until it was a week until, the next day, during – I gave him a CD of my favorite singer I can only imagine he didn’t listen too, which I understand – until it’s been five months and I finally understand the sinking feeling that’s been soaking me unconsciously yet steadily the whole time. I’m a drunken sailor locked in the brig for punching the caption in his smug face, a face I’ve only seen in blurry dating profiles and – I don’t know, I think he’s cute, I want to start dating again. I’m stuck and I’m drunk, again, only everyone’s gone and everything’s changing. Naturally. The ship is sinking. We’ve been hit by too many cannons this time and mermaids are gnawing on the rotting plywood and I could squeeze out my tiered hat and I could jimmy the lock or use my yellow nails to pry up the floorboards. I could leave if I wanted to. I could say something. I’m stuck in here, I could say. This is awful, I’m sorry I got drunk and I’m sorry I punched him, could one of you let me out, please? I won’t though. I hate doing that. I love the feeling of saltwater biting into my bloody cuticles and filling in through my ears, bouncing my brain on my spinal cord. I love it. I love him. I see that now, I really did.

For half my life I’ve been saying I’ve only been in love once, with a girl five years older than me but I realize with thoughts that only tend to come while floating that now I’ve loved twice. What an incredible thing, I think, to be in love twice. To have loved two beautiful people in almost no time at all. I’m young which makes me stupid, and I feel that now in the way I didn’t really kiss him before he left forever and moved on within the course of three months. I don’t really like kissing. We never had sex. I only kissed one of them, I wish I could’ve kissed the other one too, even if I wouldn’t have liked it, just so I would’ve known something. Something.

Something is very important while the water is getting dangerously close to my eyes, filling the brig like a pitcher. Even if he’s moved on and I haven't, something helps me think myself a little less pathetic. Something helps me think that at least I showed I cared somehow, I can only dream up the emotions he must’ve received when it took five whole months for them to reach me. My own body is like a secret, a list ranking the prettiest people in school that gets thrown in the trash bin before I can read it, before I know if they're written on there, if they leave behind a trail of broken hearts. If I'm on there. If they’d want me if I wasn’t.

I’m thinking I’m particularly jealous of the mermaids, as I glance at their graceful movements and gestures, eating the wood and my bloated rum-drenched dead fingers with beautiful smiles on their faces. I’m trying to rationalize to myself how I let this happen. How did I let myself get so drunk again? How did I let them leave me like that? Why didn’t I say something, I could’ve said something. They’re good people, they would’ve listened, I loved them you know. I can’t say with certainty if they loved me. I cannot deem myself as the kind of person people love. The description of my death should be palpable in this. They certainly liked me. I am very fun and very interesting when not floating dead in briny water, missing my fingers and ears to those beautiful sirens pulling apart the memories of the only vessel I’ve ever lived on. I cannot say if they think about me, floating and huge, practically decomposed after all these months, krill play in my molars like a playground. I cannot say they think of this ship, partially nothing, just the sails that the mermaids could not chew through, the weave irritating their canines. They’ve moved on. But I love this place. I’m going to stay until it’s gone entirely.

#my writing #thank you!! again this is super sweet plus.. I’m thinking about maybe posting more writing :)

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waveypedia · 4 years

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complete and utter chaos [ducktales group chat fic] - Chapter 4

Ao3 I Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

let kids be kids

6:55 am

ICanDeweyIt: WHAT IS UP GAYS AND GALS

TheWebbedWonder: hi :3

Junior-Woodchuck74: you couldn’t have waited five minutes

ICanDeweyIt: it’s the kids gc uncle donald won’t know

Junior-Woodchuck74: knowing him he’ll find a way

ICanDeweyIt: true

ICanDeweyIt: anyway what’s up

Junior-Woodchuck74: over half of us live in the same house as you and we’re all sleeping

TheWebbedWonder: im not

Junior-Woodchuck74: you should be

Junior-Woodchuck74: you stayed up until 3 on facetime with Lena

lenaonme: yes and

Junior-Woodchuck74: when you and Violet come over we’re going to have a talk about healthy sleep habits

lenaonme: you’ll never catch me, nerd!!

ICanDeweyIt: SHUSH huey im bored

Junior-Woodchuck74: I know

adefinitelyrealboy: do you like cat videos, Dewey?

green-sharpie: oh no

adefinitelyrealboy: Webby and I have been sending some back and forth to each other!!

TheWebbedWonder: Finally a fellow cat video enthusiast :3

green-sharpie: webby istg

ICanDeweyIt: oh YES

adefinitelyrealboy: yay!!

adefinitelyrealboy: I’ll send them right away <3

Family Group Chat!!!

7:01 am

mutant-krill!!!!: good morning everyone!!

ICanDeweyIt: good morning!!

Lucky-Gander: good morning!

Lucky-Gander: What’s the haps today

lenaonme: please never say that again

TheWebbedWonder: I WANNA GO CAMPING

TheWebbedWonder: WHO’S WITH ME

Junior-Woodchuck74: Webby, we just started planning a sleepover

Junior-Woodchuck74: and you’re allegedly planning an adventure?

TheWebbedWonder: I am :3

Violet-Sabrewing: please stop using that emoticon

TheWebbedWonder: :3 :3 :3

adefinitelyrealboy: oh!! That’s so cute!!

TheWebbedWonder: I know :3

UnoCaballero: maybe focus on one thing at a time, webs

TheWebbedWonder: ugh fine

Adventure-Pilot: do you need any help planning your adventure?

TheWebbedWonder: Ooh are you offering?

Adventure-Pilot: sure!

TheWebbedWonder: !!! I’d love that!!

Adventure-Pilot: 💖💖💖

Tea Time: Stop stealing my children.

TheWebbedWonder: aww Granny!!

TheWebbedWonder: It’s okay you can both be my parental figures 💖

TheWebbedWonder: I have lots of them!!

ICanDeweyIt: Webby’s winning in terms of parental figures tbh

Junior-Woodchuck74: true 😔😔

TheWebbedWonder: >:3

green-sharpie: stOP

TheWebbedWonder: no >:3

dr. mad scientist: thanks i hate it

Tea Time: Which one of you children taught him that

Blathering-Blatherskite: I feel déja vu

Lil’ Bulb: I did :3

green-sharpie: NOOOO THEY’RE MULTIPLYING

TheWebbedWonder: YES

TheWebbedWonder: EMBRACE IT

ICanDeweyIt: never

ICanDeweyIt: YOU’LL NEVER CATCH ME

TheWebbedWonder: I CAN AND I WILL

green-sharpie: lol run

Junior-Woodchuck74: Dewey just got up and sprinted away

lenaonme: webby ended our call :(

ICanDeweyIt: you guys called AGAIN

lenaonme: yes and

UnoCaballero: is someone else joining our chat today?

DosCaballero: wym?

Junior-Woodchuck74: Well, Webby seems to add one person every single day

Blathering-Blatherskite: except for yesterday, when she added both of you!

DosCaballero: hah! we’re special!

DosCaballero: @TrêsCaballero get over here we’re being special

TrêsCaballero: Did someone say special?

TrêsCaballero: Because I am very special! ✨

Junior-Woodchuck74: btw Tío José most people use that emoji ironically now

TrêsCaballero: Oh? Well I suppose they just couldn’t handle the sheer power of me! ✨

lenaonme: heck yeah reinvent the world break those stereotypes

lenaonme: @UnoCaballero stop editing my texts

TrêsCaballero: I will!

TrêsCaballero: the sparkles emoji was invented specifically for me

DosCaballero: oh absolutely

UnoCaballero: stop swearing then

lenaonme: ur not my dad

UnoCaballero: but I am your uncle

lenaonme: skdfghgfds

lenaonme: ok

Junior-Woodchuck74: @Blathering-Blatherskite answer my DM

Scrooge-McDuck: don’t distract my employees at work lad

Blathering-Blatherskite: sorry I was getting something for webby

Scrooge-McDuck: you are working

Blathering-Blatherskite: yes that

dr. mad scientist: hey DUMMY

dr. mad scientist: get over here and work on this chart

Blathering-Blatherskite: why are you texting the mega group chat we're literally in the same room

Scrooge-McDuck: see laddie? work. work that needs to be done

Scrooge-McDuck: I’m not paying them to waste time on their phones, you hear?

ihaveahead!!!: i’m not sure if this is meant for huey or for us

Lil’ Bulb: probably both

Scrooge-McDuck: it’s both

ihaveahead!!!: that checks out

TheWebbedWonder added M.A.M.A.

Blathering-Blatherskite: M’MA!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: oh hello Ms. Cabrera!!

M.A.M.A.: hello!!

Scrooge-McDuck: oh no my employee productivity!!

adefinitelyrealboy: Hello! I’m Boyd, a definitely real boy!

M.A.M.A.: um, alright.

M.A.M.A.: nice to meet you, Boyd!

adefinitelyrealboy: my name is an acronym just like yours!

M.A.M.A.: Oh really? What does your name stand for?

adefinitelyrealboy: Be Only Yourself Dude!

M.A.M.A.: Well that’s certainly wholesome.

adefinitelyrealboy: thanks! I picked it out myself!

adefinitelyrealboy: what does your name stand for?

M.A.M.A.: María Antonia Magdalena Aldonsa. It’s my name!

TheCrashiestCrash: neat!!

Scrooge-McDuck: welcome Ms. Cabrera, now my employees need to get back to work

UnoCaballero: ok lol

Scrooge-McDuck: what does that mean?

Scrooge-McDuck: Donald, what does that mean???

UnoCaballero: have fun~

Scrooge-McDuck: DONALD FAULTEROY DUCK

dr. mad scientist: HAHAHAHAHAHA your middle name is faulteroy???

Adventure-Pilot: dude your name is literally gyro you don’t have much of a leg here to stand on

dr. mad scientist: neither do you, DUMBELLA.

moonlander-general: HAHAHAHAHA is that really your full name??

Adventure-Pilot: shut up shut up

dr. mad scientist: that’s what you get

Blathering-Blatherskite: Gyro got banned from Starducks because he cursed out employees who thought his name was an allusion to the sandwich

dr. mad scientist: it’s not MY fault they can’t see the brilliance in a perfectly good name!!

dr. mad scientist: i picked it out myself!!

green-sharpie: oh, so it’s perfect in every way

dr. mad scientist: yes!!!

dr. mad scientist: wait was that sarcasm

dr. mad scientist: if that was sarcasm you will rue the day!!!

Scrooge-McDuck: Gyro, what did we say about threatening children?

dr. mad scientist: not to.

Scrooge-McDuck: good!!

Scrooge-McDuck: now get back to work

DosCaballero: you really have a one-track mind huh

Scrooge-McDuck: HEY

Lucky-Gander: he does care a lot about money

wreathedingold: ugh it’s the opposite

wreathedingold: he doesn’t care enough about money

Scrooge-McDuck: come now Goldie

Scrooge-McDuck: i put my family above my money and i’m not shy about it

Tea Time: as you should.

Scrooge-McDuck: thank you, Bentina.

Teach Penny and Mom Pokémon Group Chat!!!!

11:22 am

ICanDeweyIt: ok what’s your favorite pokemon

ICanDeweyIt: this is for science

Junior-Woodchuck74: did you finally escape from webby

ICanDeweyIt: shhh i’m hiding

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: not for long

ICanDeweyIt: nO

ICanDeweyIt: anyway

ICanDeweyIt: i’ll go first

wildlymisunderstood: i don’t like pokemon

TotallyNotGizmoduck: LIES

ICanDeweyIt: NO

ICanDeweyIt: i can’t believe you’d do this to me gyro

wildlymisunderstood: dr. gearloose

ICanDeweyIt: treason

ICanDeweyIt: treason of the highest caliber

ICanDeweyIt: this calls for… public execution!!!

wildlymisunderstood: lol no

aw-phooey: dewey…

ICanDeweyIt: anyway i like keldeo and jigglypuff

lenaonme: >:o neither of them are even blue

ICanDeweyIt: part of them are!!!

lenaonme: who are you and what have you done with dewey

ICanDeweyIt: shut UP

green-sharpie: anyway i like snorlax

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: leaked louie fact: he would snuggle with a snorlax

aw-phooey: confirmed

green-sharpie: whaaaaat they look vv cozy

green-sharpie: tell me you wouldn’t

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: okay fair

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: i’m writing down “snorlax plushie” as a gift idea!!

green-sharpie: OOOOOH 👀

green-sharpie: WEBS YOU’RE THE BEST

green-sharpie: the rest of you need to step up

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: 🥰🥰

green-sharpie: hey you know what i also like

green-sharpie: meowth

green-sharpie: meowth plushie go

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: i’ll put it on the list!

aw-phooey: louie

universesgreatestadventurer: louie

Junior-Woodchuck74: louie c’mon

green-sharpie: ugh fine

ICanDeweyIt: webby go

green-sharpie: you’re just trying to distract her aren’t you

ICanDeweyIt: yes and

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: fairy types!

wildlymisunderstood: of course

aw-phooey: i like Gyarados!

Lucky-Gander: as you should

moonlander-general: that sounds like Gyro’s name

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: ooh yeah it does!

wildlymisunderstood: I suppose Gyarados is deserving of my name

universesgreatestadventurer: oh my god-

wildlymisunderstood: della shut up

universesgreatestadventurer: hey

aw-phooey: hey

wildlymisunderstood: any pokemon would be better anyway though

aw-phooey: no they’re not

wildlymisunderstood: incorrect

TotallyNotGizmoduck: hey don’t fight!

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: uhh

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl changed green-sharpie’s name to Snorlax’s Cuddle Buddy

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: tell me i’m wrong

wildlymisunderstood: you’re wrong

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: shut up you don’t actually think that you just wanted the chance to tell me off

wildlymisunderstood: truth

Snorlax’s Cuddle Buddy: okay valid

Snorlax’s Cuddle Buddy: but how does that solve anything

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: idk

ICanDeweyIt: mom wbu?

worldsgreatestadventurer: my team consists of a growlithe, a lucario, a garchomp, a zorua, and a sneezel!

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: oooh very concise i like it

worldsgreatestadventurer: thank you, dear!!

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: 🥰🥰 skdfdksl;df

ICanDeweyIt: cool cool cool

ICanDeweyIt: writing that down thank you

worldsgreatestadventurer: should i be worried?

aw-phooey: nah

PM between TotallyNotGizmoduck and lenaonme

2:44 pm

lenaonme: yo

TotallyNotGizmoduck: hi, Lena.

lenaonme: so

lenaonme: huey yelled at me

TotallyNotGizmoduck: haha sorry

lenaonme: geez don’t apologize when i’m trying to apologize lmao

TotallyNotGizmoduck: oh! Uh.. i’m not sorry?

lenaonme: that works i guess

lenaonme: anyway it was supposed to be just light teasing i’m sorry for being mean

TotallyNotGizmoduck: it’s okay

lenaonme: you don’t have to say that

TotallyNotGizmoduck: it is though!

lenaonme: okay thanks

lenaonme: and please for the love of all things magic change your name

TotallyNotGizmoduck: one day

lenaonme: but really

lenaonme: i am sorry

TotallyNotGizmoduck: well… I hereby accept your apology!

lenaonme: kjsdfhgjfkdls

lenaonme: thanks

TotallyNotGizmoduck: anytime

2:53 pm

TotallyNotGizmoduck: oh and Lena?

lenaonme: yeah?

TotallyNotGizmoduck: I know we don’t really talk but I still care about you

lenaonme: huh

lenaonme: thanks

lenaonme: i really am sorry

TotallyNotGizmoduck: it’s okay

TotallyNotGizmoduck: I’m here if you need me

lenaonme: thanks

lenaonme: I might take you up on that one day

Family Group Chat!!!!

3:34 pm

UnoCaballero: is everyone okay?

UnoCaballero: sound off

green-sharpie: yep

Scrooge-McDuck: here

Blathering-Blatherskite: yeah, what’s going on?

Junior-Woodchuck74: Mom and Webby unleashed a portal to the boiling isles during their adventure research

Blathering-Blatherskite: oh shoot, do you need Gizmoduck’s help?

Blathering-Blatherskite: cause I can call him. Yeah. i have him on speed dial

Blathering-Blatherskite: cause so many of Gyro’s inventions go haywire!

Lil’ Bulb: oh my god

dr. mad scientist: not evil.

Blathering-Blatherskite: that’s not what I said.

dr. mad scientist: just wildly misunderstood.

Junior-Woodchuck74: Fenton…

TheCrashiestCrash: I think we’re good! Thanks!

Blathering-Blatherskite: No problem!

TheWebbedWonder: yeah but it was fun! And I’m a lot closer to figuring out our adventure!

TheWebbedWonder: thanks!

Adventure-Pilot: anytime sweetie!

dr. mad scientist: your family is ridiculous

wreathedingold: seconded

Lucky-Gander: agreed

Adventure-Pilot: aw, you love us

lenaonme: you guys realize you’re all part of the family right

Violet-Sabrewing: the group chat is called “Family Group Chat”

TheWebbedWonder: don’t forget the exclamation points!!

Violet-Sabrewing: of course.

TheCrashiestCrash: Dewey and I are still wrangling the last of those demons, mr. d!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: then why are you texting?!

Junior-Woodchuck74: hang on, i’m coming over.

TheWebbedWonder: me too! woohoo, more demons to fight!!

lenaonme: oooh i’m coming over!!

Indy_Sabrewing: maybe not…

lenaonme: oh come on

lenaonme: we face way worse all the time!!

purpleisforthegays: oh that’s true…

Violet-Sabrewing: I’ve already packed by nunchucks.

purpleisforthegays: oh you girls are going to give me a heart attack one day.

Indy_Sabrewing: don’t worry honey, I’ve already doubled our vacation fund budget. I just had to take some away from the Junior Woodchucks donations.

Junior-Woodchuck74: aw man

lenaonme: 😔👊

Violet-Sabrewing: It do be like that.

green-sharpie: [screenshot-my-longest-yeah-boi-ever.png]

Indy_Sabrewing: Lena, you’re corrupting her.

lenaonme: as i should.

Tea Time: we all do need a vacation one of these days.

ICanDeweyIt: ooooooh

Junior-Woodchuck74: Dewey! More fighting, less texting!

ICanDeweyIt: I can multitask!

Junior-Woodchuck74: no you can’t!

Junior-Woodchuck74: studies have shown that multitasking is, on a nanosecond level, virtually impossible

ICanDeweyIt: well, impossible is just another kind of possible!

Junior-Woodchuck74: no it’s not.

ihaveahead!!!: why are you guys texting each other in the main group chat when you live in the same house?

ICanDeweyIt: because we can.

Junior-Woodchuck74: because he’s ignoring me and I can’t hear much over these demons

Lucky-Gander: checks out.

TheCrashiestCrash: we’re all good here!

Scrooge-McDuck: I think that’s the last of them.

mutant-krill!!!!: can you possibly save any specimens for me to study when I arrive in Duckburg?

green-sharpie: webby has ten.

Junior-Woodchuck74: i think Mom has a couple too.

Adventure-Pilot: sure do! and I’d be happy to share!

mutant-krill!!!!: great, thanks!

Blathering-Blatherskite: wait, are you coming to Duckburg?

dr. mad scientist: oh blathering blatherskite not again

Lil’ Bulb: be nice.

mutant-krill!!!!: based on the star and naval patterns I’ve been tracking, Mitzy, Gladstone, and I should be arriving in Duckburg in a couple days!

Junior-Woodchuck74: why didn’t you tell us in advance? We have to prepare!

mutant-krill!!!!: sorry little donald! But this is in advance!

Junior-Woodchuck74: okay fair

ghostbutler: @Tea Time

Tea Time: What

ghostbutler: the house is disgraceful

Tea Time: You bail every time a fight breaks out!

ghostbutler: one of the perks of the afterlife

Tea Time: ugh, you are insufferable.

Scrooge-McDuck: Duckworth was there! He and I fought together!

ICanDeweyIt: can confirm; i stuck my hand through him again!!!

ghostbutler: every time you do that i want to die and i’m already dead.

Tea Time: You saw me fighting twenty demons and bailed immediately.

ghostbutler: it’s a compliment! I figured you could take care of yourself!

ghostbutler: was I wrong?

Tea Time: no.

ghostbutler: perfect! And you still need to clean the house.

wreathedingold: I sense petty drama that somehow I did not cause.

wreathedingold: the world is unbalanced.

Scrooge-McDuck: oh don’t worry, you’ve caused plenty more than your share of petty drama

wreathedingold: oh Scroogey, you flatterer!

dr. mad scientist: i will never understand their romance.

M.A.M.A.: You and me both, and I’ve only been here for a couple of hours!

Blathering-Blatherskite: hey, you two finally agreed on something!

dr. mad scientist: you take that back!

Junior-Woodchuck74: just going to point out that we literally finished fighting five minutes ago and there’s already another fight

green-sharpie: what did you expect from this family?

Junior-Woodchuck74: okay fair

TheWebbedWonder: I’d like to think we’re pretty good

TheWebbedWonder: especially compared to like the Beagle Boys and Mark Beaks and his mom

dr. mad scientist: HA that’s what he deserves

dr. mad scientist: mark beaks? how about no

ihaveahead!!!: we do not stan

dr. mad scientist: thank you

dr. mad scientist: me seeing mark beaks' name: wish i was jared, nineteen

green-sharpie: KHGFDFGHKLKHGFDSDFGH

Violet-Sabrewing: Don’t be mean

dr. mad scientist: i will not be lectured by a child!

M.A.M.A.: (or anyone)

dr. mad scientist: you say that like it’s an insult but it’s true

ihaveahead!!!: but you’re insulted, aren’t you?

dr. mad scientist: shut up.

TheWebbedWonder: hey Violet’s very knowledgeable!!

Violet-Sabrewing: thank you Webbigail!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: It’s interesting; both of those dysfunctional family dynamics are caused by power abuses and imbalances and lack of communication

Junior-Woodchuck74: both of them have gone far beyond that, but that’s the root of the problem

purpleisforthegays: interesting!

DosCaballero: forgive me, but who are these people again?

dr. mad scientist: god i wish that were me

moonlander-general: villainous fiends!!

DosCaballero: oh okay

DosCaballero: @TrêsCaballero time to fight! The Three Caballeros ride again!

TrêsCaballero: the Three Caballeros ride again!

UnoCaballero: The Three Caballeros ride again!

moonlander-general: Are you three going to say that every time you do something together?

Scrooge-McDuck: You get used to it lassie

Scrooge-McDuck: What you DON’T get used to is three freeloaders mooching off your house and food!!

UnoCaballero: haha bye Uncle Scrooge! Villanious villains to fight!!

Adventure-Pilot: Ooh, fights? Where?

UnoCaballero: not for u lol

Adventure-Pilot: HEY!!

M.A.M.A.: Should I be worried you’re all so eager to be violent or-

dr. mad scientist: you’ve punched me multiple times

M.A.M.A.: you deserved it

M.A.M.A.: And I’ll do it again

dr. mad scientist: noted

Scrooge-McDuck: please don’t incapitate my employee when he should be working

M.A.M.A.: So i’ll do it when he’s off the clock, got it!

dr. mad scientist: hey!!

Lil’ Bulb: he’s always working anyway

dr. mad scientist: true

Scrooge-McDuck: that’s right! You need to work less, lad. I don’t want the unions telling me to pay you overtime

dr. mad scientist: so I can get punched?

Violet-Sabrewing: only if you deserve it

dr. mad scientist: very encouraging, thank you /s

M.A.M.A.: you always deserve it

dr. mad scientist: there we go

TheCrashiestCrash: hey don’t worry Dr. G!! I think you’re a nice person!!

dr. mad scientist: that is factually incorrect but thank you

Blathering-Blatherskite: okay okay let’s all calm down

M.A.M.A.: just say the word, pollito, and I’ll punch his face in

Blathering-Blatherskite: that’s the opposite of what I was going for but thank you M’ma

TheWebbedWonder: YES VIOLENCE!!!

Blathering-Blatherskite: Webby no

TheWebbedWonder: I do think Fenton’s right though! Some problems are better solved with love and compassion

TheWebbedWonder: no matter how much I like punching things!!

Tea Time: that’s my granddaughter!

Scrooge-McDuck: atta girl!!

TheWebbedWonder: aww thank you 💖💖

adefinitelyrealboy: I agree! Talking and understanding can solve a lot of problems!!

Junior-Woodchuck74: statistically, a lot of problems are caused by simple miscommunication!

DosCaballero: especially in sitcoms and the like!

green-sharpie: it’s funny tho

purpleisforthegays: no, it’s just hard to watch

lenaonme: the secondhand embarrassment is real

Violet-Sabrewing: sometimes it’s done well, but that’s fairly rare. Of course that’s all an opinion.

TheCrashiestCrash: you gotta be careful to explain yourself before the problems get big!

Adventure-Pilot: that’s pretty insightful!!

PM between Junior-Woodchuck74 and TotallyNotGizmoduck

4:53 pm

Junior-Woodchuck74: Did you see the news?

TotallyNotGizmoduck: no I’m on the clock

TotallyNotGizmoduck: what happened? Is Gizmoduck needed?

Junior-Woodchuck74: I’m not sure

Junior-Woodchuck74: But there was another supposed PK sighting

TotallyNotGizmoduck: Interesting

TotallyNotGizmoduck: That’s the third time this week, and the seventh time this month

Junior-Woodchuck74: Some of them are definitely fake

Junior-Woodchuck74: But this one looks pretty real

Junior-Woodchuck74: If it’s faked they did a pretty good job

TotallyNotGizmoduck: my legal shift ends in forty minutes and Mr. McDuck will be displeased if I stay behind, but as long as I don’t mention overtime it should be fine

TotallyNotGizmoduck: Gyro does it all the time

Junior-Woodchuck74: Don’t take an example from Dr. Gearloose’s sleep schedule

TotallyNotGizmoduck: It is very unhealthy

TotallyNotGizmoduck: I’ve pulled my fair share of all-nighters working on projects, thought

Junior-Woodchuck74: That’s not the same though

Junior-Woodchuck74: I swear that man never sleeps

TotallyNotGizmoduck: He does

TotallyNotGizmoduck: at his desk

TotallyNotGizmoduck: for a couple minutes

TotallyNotGizmoduck: When Manny and I hide the coffee

Junior-Woodchuck74: of course

Junior-Woodchuck74: Well, thanks Fenton! Talk tomorrow?

TotallyNotGizmoduck: Of course

PM between Junior-Woodchuck74 and lenaonme

7:31 pm

lenaonme: so

lenaonme: i talked to fenton today

Junior-Woodchuck74: How did it go?

lenaonme: good, i think

Junior-Woodchuck74: That’s great!

lenaonme: he’s too nice for his own good

Junior-Woodchuck74: Well, you say the same thing about Webby, so I know that’s a compliment!

lenaonme: oh shut up

Junior-Woodchuck74: You know I’m right

Junior-Woodchuck74: anyway I think you guys will be friends!!

lenaonme: i think so too

Junior-Woodchuck74: Lena

Junior-Woodchuck74: You have no idea how happy that makes me

lenaonme: that’s what i’m going for

Junior-Woodchuck74: aww you softie

lenaonme: don’t tell anyone i have a reputation

Junior-Woodchuck74: I think you already ruined that one sorry Lena

Junior-Woodchuck74: we all see how you act around the Sabrewings and Webby

lenaonme: fair

PM between Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl and worldsgreatestadventurer

7:51 pm

worldsgreatestadventurer: did you get everything you needed?

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: yeah I got the amulet!

worldsgreatestadventurer: perfect!

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: I almost have the entire adventure mapped out

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl we just need the key from the goblin realm!

worldsgreatestadventurer: you didn’t get that from the Demon Monarch?

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: they got thrown in goblin jail for a diplomatic miscommunication a few years back and lost it

worldsgreatestadventurer: well that’s fine! more adventure for us, then!

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: woo-oo!!

worldsgreatestadventurer: so, how do we get to the goblin realm?

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: I got the incantation we need to open a portal from the Demon Monarch!

worldsgreatestadventurer: perfect! Do you want to invite Lena and Violet over?

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: do you even need to ask?

worldsgreatestadventurer: I guess not!

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: Violet and Lena are my supernatural summoning buddies! The boys just don’t have the same penchant for it as we do :(

worldsgreatestadventurer: ngl i think Louie got traumatized by one of your summonings

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: yeah, we try to do it when he’s out of the house now

worldsgreatestadventurer: good to hear

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: other than that, I finished the map of the rock course based on the testimony we got from that weird flesh creature from the other dimension!

worldsgreatestadventurer: haha yeah… that was weird…

worldsgreatestadventurer: let’s not think about that!

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: fine by me!

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: Do you want to play Death Soccer Obstacle Course with Dewey and I?

worldsgreatestadventurer: do I!!

Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl: meet you in the backyard!

worldsgreatestadventurer: I’ll be there!

Family Group Chat!!

8:34 pm

Junior-Woodchuck74: So.

Lucky-Gander: oh no

Blathering-Blatherskite: This can’t be good

DosCaballero: Donal’ used to do the same thing when he was mad!

UnoCaballero: I still do

UnoCaballero: and I am mad

TrêsCaballero: oh no

mutant-krill!!!!: what happened, little donald?

Junior-Woodchuck74: Dewey’s in the ER

M.A.M.A.: what? What happened? Do I need to arrest someone?!

Blathering-Blatherskite: Is there an evildoer on the loose?!

adefinitelyrealboy: oh no!! I hope he’s okay!!

TheCrashiestCrash: wait!! Dewey’s injured??

Tea Time: Launchpad you drove him there!!

TheCrashiestCrash: oh yeah!!

Lucky-Gander: ?

Tea Time: Dewey has a broken leg, but he’ll be fine

Junior-Woodchuck74: He was playing soccer on Webby’s obstacle course and jumped out of one of the third story windows

ihaveahead!!!: oh dear

ICanDeweyIt: it’s called death soccer obstacle course, dear hubert

dr. mad scientist: well I can see where the death part comes in

ghostbutler: In reality a broken leg is fairly tame compared to death

lenaonme: oh true

Violet-Sabrewing: you both would know

Indy_Sabrewing: Hey, be nice. Dewey just broke his leg.

TheWebbedWonder: there’s lots of death! Dewey’s just good enough to escape with only a broken leg!!

dr. mad scientist: jeez you are all crazy

lenaonme: so are you lol

ihaveahead!!!: you have no moral high ground here

Junior-Woodchuck74: Lena, what did we talk about?

lenaonme: bruh

lenaonme: sorry

ICanDeweyIt: nah ur good

dr. mad scientist: eh it’s true

dr. mad scientist: i’m a scientist i don’t hide from the truth

ihaveahead!!!: …

Lil’ Bulb: are you sure about that

dr. mad scientist: shut UP

dr. mad scientist: you will be silent or i will make you

ihaveahead!!!: oooh i’m so scared

wreathedingold: ooh secrets!

green-sharpie: i am looking

dr. mad scientist: oh blathering blatherskite

ICanDeweyIt: hey this is about me remember?

Junior-Woodchuck74: dewey oh my god

green-sharpie: ok i won’t go with you to the hospital then

green-sharpie: i’ll sit on the couch and watch ottoman empire

ICanDeweyIt: you won’t you love me too much

ICanDeweyIt: right? Louie?

ICanDeweyIt: LOUIE???

ICanDeweyIt: quick everyone help me spam his pms

dr. mad scientist: i have better things to be doing

lenaonme: i spam his pms daily it won’t make a difference

ICanDeweyIt: yall are the worst 💔💔

UnoCaballero: so no one’s going to mention that that’s just not nice

UnoCaballero: ok

Adventure-Pilot: you’re just salty that I spam your pms daily

Adventure-Pilot: kids did i do it right? Did i use the slang???

TheWebbedWonder: yes good job!!

lenaonme: congrats

Junior-Woodchuck74: good job mom!!

Adventure-Pilot: heck yeah!!

green-sharpie: shut UP i'm coming

ICanDeweyIt: I knew you couldn't resist the Dewey charm!!

green-sharpie: oh trust me, it's very easy

green-sharpie: it's harder to not resist it

ICanDeweyIt: but you do, because you loooooveeee meeeeee

green-sharpie: ...fine

ICanDeweyIt: 😌👊

Junior-Woodchuck74: DEWEY GET OFF YOUR PHONE YOU'RE ABOUT TO GO IN

PM between 22 and ghostbutler

11:25 pm

22: bitch

ghostbutler: How crass, Bentina. It fits you.

22: bitch

ghostbutler: blocked

22: unblock me

ghostbutler: yes?

22: bitch

names (as of the end of the story)

Huey: Junior-Woodchuck74 Dewey: ICanDeweyIt Louie: Lou / green-sharpie* Webby: TheWebbedWonder / Ultimate_Scrooge_Fangirl* Donald: aw-phooey* / Dadnald Scrooge: Scrooge-McDuck* / Moneybags Della: worldsgreatestadventurer* / Adventure-Pilot / universesgreatestadventurer /acepilot Beakley: 22 Launchpad: TheCrashiestCrash Lena: lenaonme Violet: Violet-Sabrewing Duckworth: ghostbutler Gyro: worldsgreatestinventor* / dr mad scientist / wildlymisunderstood Fenton: TotallyNotGizmoduck* / Blathering-Blatherskite Manny: ihaveahead!!! Lil' Bulb: worldsgreatestinvention* / Lil' Bulb Gladstone: Lucky-Gander Fethry: mutant-krill!!!! Indy: Indy_Sabrewing Ty: purpleisforthegays Goldie: Wine-Aunt* / wreathedingold Penny: moonlander-general

*main

*kicks down door* WE'RE BACK BAYBEE!!!!

I'm really sorry about the wait. I didn't intend for it to be this long. I did have a suspicion I might need more time, especially since the day I was originally supposed to post this was the first day of school and just before that I had just pounded out a pretty major piece of writing in two days, so I was a bit burned out. But I've had low motivation because of school, and I've also been working on a pretty big project - I'm writing the script for a fangan comic on instagram (cerealronpa)! (it was pretty fun working on this story and that at the same time because they have COMPLETELY different moods haha.) It won't be out for a while yet and the premise is pretty different from my usual stuff, but I highly encourage you to check it out when it comes out.

anyway between Cerealronpa and school I definitely have less time and motivation than before, so I might push this back to updating every two weeks instead of weekly, sorry about that. I'm not entirely sure if I'll be able to even stick to that, given how long it took me to get this one out, but I'll do my best! it's a little better now that I've settled into a routine anyway.

for the life of me I could not figure out a good username for Officer Cabrera when I was planning this, so I think the wait turned out well because of Frank's ask! I was writing her introduction and trying to think up one on the fly when I was like oH WAIT- djsdfgfd

a very very big thank you to everyone who replied to my tumblr post or discord message(s) about what pokemon the ducktales characters would have! if you responded to this fic offering to help me with pokemon I haven't forgotten that it's just talking to new people is scary so I chickened out this time sjdfgfdfghgfd i'll get you sometime! But for now this is good. I tried to include every pokemon people gave me so I hope it makes sense! Also a thank you to my friend Moon, who's a very big Pokemon fan but not a Ducktales fan, and who did her best to help me. She won't see this but she deserves a shoutout anyway.

Della and Webby's dynamic is one of my favorites so expect more of it!! I was surprised to realize I hadn't written an PM of them yet so here we go!! There'll definitely be more of it in the future.

also there are lowkey Weblena hints in this one if you squint since I just kind of vibed with it while I was writing, but if Weblena's not your cup of tea don't worry. I love me some good Weblena any day, but the focus of this fic has and always will be family and character dynamics. I'm not sure how it'll play out but I love Webby and Lena's dynamic, romantic or platonic, so just a heads up!

don't pull all-nighters like Gyro unless you really need to, kids. get some sleep, it's good for you!

there's a very small tdp reference and a lot3c reference in here and i'm really curious if anyone will catch them 👀

there's also a very small line that's me just like Gyro trans? Gyro trans. Anyway you can pry trans Gyro out of my cold dead hands please and thank you

I think the "Gyro got banned from Starducks" thing is from a very very old discussion (like 2 years ago dsddfgjaksld) I think it might've been @fangirl530 who brought it up? unsure. but it pops up in my head every now and then and i love it so much

I hope you enjoyed and I'll do my best to update again soon!! Your support, especially comments, but even just the hit count, means the world to me. It makes me really happy to hear people are enjoying this story!! I'm so happy it's as fun for you to read as it is for me to write.

#ducktales #ducktales 2017 #dt17 #ducktales fanfiction #wavey writes #my fanfic #officer cabrera #huey duck #dewey duck #webby vanderquack #della duck #donald duck #gyro gearloose #louie duck #scrooge mcduck

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Din normally didn’t act impulsively. He normally knew his objective and worked towards it determinedly and methodically. But she made him veer off path. She made his heart sputter and mind spin. The universe converged upon her until she was all he could think about. Until he didn’t think he’d ever be able to breathe again if his eyes didn’t land on her. Until the passion surged through his veins that only she could ignite. He loved her. He never stopped loving her.

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She was silent as they flew through space. The Child had moved to the seat next to him, looking around curiously and making the occasional noise. But she stayed as far away from him as she could possibly get in the tiny cockpit. Din thinks he would have rather had her screaming at him than be quiet. He’d rather hear her say how horrible of a person he is. How he ruined her life and should leave the Child alone so he didn’t ruin his life either. That no matter where he went, he left waste and destruction behind him.

“Have you ever heard of a planet called Sorgan?” Korra stood from her seat and took a few hesitant steps closer.

“No.” It was short with no feeling behind it. Deflating.

“I think that will be a good place to land. Lay low.”

“Okay.” She wanted to ask him how long he planned on laying low for. How long he thought he could hide from the Empire. How long he planned on keeping her away from her mother.

“Korra…”

“Not now. Not when I can’t look into your eyes and tell whether or not you mean it.” There had been a time when Din had shown her his face. Had done so willingly and desperately. He had broken his creed because he loved her. Because she was going to be his wife. His partner for the rest of his life. He doesn’t know if that was who she was to him anymore. If he could show her his face. Allow her to look into his eyes.

They landed not soon after, Korra walking slowly down the path so she didn’t get too far ahead of the Child. He waddled more than he walked and she found it endearing. He was determined to keep up with Din and not be left behind on his scouting mission. Even if she was unhappy with the man in front of her, she couldn’t be mad that he had chosen to smuggle the tiny one away from whatever fate had awaited him. “It might be best if we find him some food,” she offered as she still refused to look in Din’s direction.

“You’re right. You should eat something too.”

“Don’t worry about me. I’m capable of taking care of myself.” Korra bent down to pick up the little one, carrying him forward so they could pick up the pace a little in town. There was nothing good that came from lingering amongst unfamiliar crowds. She entered what looked like a public house and found an empty table with a high enough chair for the little one.

“What’ll be for you folks?” the worker asked.

“Two bone broths,” Din answered as he gestured towards his two companions.

“Nothing for you?” Korra asked with a raised brow. He always did act like he didn’t need basic items such as food and shelter. But she also knew it would catch up to him if he didn’t admit he was human sooner rather than later.

“Nothing.” She rolled her eyes but accepted her own bowl of broth happily, tucking in as soon as it was placed in front of her.

“You put yourself in a difficult situation but you don’t have to actively make it harder by being stubborn.” Korra could see the look he was giving her even though he had his helmet on. It was one that had a million words embedded in it.

“I thought you weren’t interested in talking?”

“I am not interested in hearing your fake apology.”

“It is not fake. You know I take every action with you-” He stopped himself and turned his head in the opposite direction.

“Whatever you were about to say is clearly a lie. If you cared about me and my well being you would have done so many things differently, Din Djarin.” She closed her eyes and attempted to steady her breathing. More than anything, she did not want to cry in front of him. He could never know how devastated she was by him leaving. She could never let him know the true power that he held over her.

“Keep an eye on the kid. I think I saw something.” Din threw some credits down on the table to cover the meal before swiftly exiting to look for the woman he had seen lurking in the corner. Korra’s appetite was gone as she pushed the bowl of broth away from her.

“You should eat. You must have had a long day and an even longer journey ahead.” She doesn’t know if the creature could understand her or even cared that she was speaking to it but it felt good to not be entirely alone. She urged a couple more spoonfuls into his mouth before he looked eager to get down from the chair and see where Din had gone. “Let’s go see what trouble he’s found himself in,” she muttered as they followed in his footsteps. What they find is Din flat on his back with a blaster in his face and his own weapon pointed at a woman.

The woman, now seated back inside with them, introduced herself as Cara Dune. She told her story, from rebel shocktrooper to diplomatic protection, to her arrival on Sorgan to avoid the bounty she knew must be on her head.

“Only one of us can be here. And I was here first. Unless you want a round two…” Korra knew what she was implying. Cara and Din had seemed quite evenly matched. Next time, she would be prepared and would pull no punches. Din spared Korra a glance, communicating to her silently that they would need to move on from Sorgan. He had no interest in drawing anymore attention to them than he may already have.

It was dark by the time they reached the Crest, the Child sleeping comfortably in Korra’s arms. Her own eyes were drooping and her body was asking her to follow in his footsteps and get some rest.

“A couple of repairs need to be made before we can lift off. Why don’t you get some rest yourself. We’ll be in a new system before you wake up.”

“I want to be in my system when I wake up, Din.” He was silent and offered no physical indications as to what he was thinking. She turned and climbed back onto the ship, gently settling the little one in his pram. Korra took a deep breath. Maybe she needed to force herself to get used to this. Force herself to accept the notion that she was with Din and living life on the run. In the past she would have been excited by the notion. Told anyone who asked that the two of them could overcome any challenge that came their way. They had fallen so far. That was what hurt her the most. That she was afraid to talk to him. Bitter and angry when she did. She didn’t think she owed him an apology but maybe she owed him a listening ear. “I’m sorry for behaving like a womp rat. It’s been a long...long couple days.” Din stopped what he was doing and gave her his full attention as she stood at the top of the ramp.

“I’m sorry. For more than I could possibly list.” She watched him and he watched her. Just enjoying the moment of peace that had settled between the two of them. “I came to you because I didn’t know what to do. All I knew was that if it was the end for me, I wanted to see you one last time. Not in a dream but in person. I didn’t think it through.” Din normally didn’t act impulsively. He normally knew his objective and worked towards it determinedly and methodically. But she made him veer off path. She made his heart sputter and mind spin. The universe converged upon her until she was all he could think about. Until he didn’t think he’d ever be able to breathe again if his eyes didn’t land on her. Until the passion surged through his veins that only she could ignite. He loved her. He never stopped loving her.

“I can’t be mad at you for doing as I would have done.” It was true. Korra would not have been able to leave the little creature behind. And if she had truly thought death was coming for her, she too would have sought one last moment with the man she loved. No matter the cost. “We are both here now. We should focus on making the best of it. On figuring out a plan to get as close to normal as we can.” She had accepted that since Din made her a part of this, there was no going back. She would always be an outlaw. They would follow her back to her home and try to pry information from her. She couldn’t bring that back to the people of her planet. Din moved to stand at the bottom of the ramp, too afraid to get any closer. Afraid that if he did, all the progress they had just made would be erased by him pushing too far.

“I know it is not the life we once dreamed of having but-” The whirring of speeder bikes made the words die in his throat. He immediately switched into his role as bounty hunter. Killer. Protector. He pulled his blaster and aimed at the sound, slowly creeping up the ramp to try and shove Korra to safety.

“We mean no harm, Mandalorian! We’ve come seeking your help!” The two men explained that the entirety of their last krill harvest was stolen by raiders. That they had pooled together the money to hire him as village protector.

“I’m sorry but I cannot afford to entangle myself in any further business.” They sighed with defeat and went to board their bikes when a thought occurred to Korra.

“Wait! Where is it that you live exactly?”

“On a farm.”

“Is it secluded? Is there lodging?” It was then Din picked up on her train of thought. Maybe this could be where they laid. Maybe this could be where they began to build some semblance of normalcy in their lives. They nodded their heads affirmatively to both of her inquiries. “Then he’ll do it.”

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Din made the choice to recruit Cara on the mission as well. He knew her experience could only help the situation. And he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t slightly fond of the woman who could beat him in a fight. The group traveled through the night before reaching the village, the local children immediately infatuated by the little green creature.

“Looks like he will fit in just fine,” Korra remarked as she grabbed the bag of her belongings and followed their host, Omera, to where her home was. It was humble but warm. The way a home was supposed to be.

“We can’t thank you enough for agreeing to help us. They startle our children and steal our crops. Your presence is a blessing for us all.” Korra smiled and knew Din was most likely blushing under his helmet. She moved towards the bedroom to set up the Child’s cradle as the Mandalorian stumbled through a response to their host.

“She seems very nice,” Korra spoke as Omera gave them some privacy and Din entered the room behind her.

“She is just grateful. Grateful I agreed to help protect her livelihood and her family.”

“I’m sure she wishes to see what is under your helmet,” Korra muttered as she moved to find the fresher. She wanted to brush her hair and splash some water on her face then find something to eat. Maybe even try and convince Din to eat.

“That is quite the statement,” Din replied as he followed after her and leaned in the doorway. “Even if she was curious, I would never show her.”

“When is the last time you removed your helmet in front of someone else?” she asked the question quietly. Almost sheepishly. Like she was embarrassed by the thought that it plagued her to think someone else had seen him.

“You were there. The night before I moved to Nevarro.” He swallowed thickly at the memory. He cherished it and the feelings of warmth and love it inspired in him. But also dreaded painful aftermath that had ensued. The sickening feelings of abandonment he had left on her. The way he had surrounded himself with a numb barrier as he had taken off the next morning.

“Ah, yes. The night you never even uttered the word goodbye.” Korra smiled shakily as she looked down at her hands. “Does that mean there’s been no one in your life since then?” She didn’t ask directly but he knew what she meant. Had he loved anyone since that night. Has there been anyone else in his heart since her.

“I had no interest. Still have no interest in anyone but you.” Din wanted to tell her exactly how he felt. That he still loved her and wanted to be with her. That he still thought he could survive this life if it meant coming home to her at the end of the day. That he would give anything to be able to fulfill those dreams they had spoken about so many cycles ago.

“I was so lost without you, Din. And I thought I would be angry with you the rest of my life. Thought that no other man’s advances worked on me because my hatred of what you did to me was all my heart had room for. And then I slowly realized it was because I could never not love you. That I could never move on because I wasn’t meant to.” Tears were slowly weaving their way down her face and Din couldn’t stop himself from reaching up to cup her cheeks and wipe them away.

“Does that mean you don’t actually hate me?” he asked with a chuckle as she melted into his embrace.

“No. I hate the universe for making you so stubborn. I hate that you are so loyal. I hate that you still maintain your honor even in a galaxy rife with corruption. But I hate even more that after all this time and all the pain and all the nights I spent alone that I still love you like you hang all the stars in the sky.” He wishes he could kiss her. Kiss her breathless and hold her close with no beskar between them. But he hadn’t made that leap in so long. Hadn’t had a reason to.

“Korra, my creed-” She shushed him.

“I waited this long just to see you again. I can wait until your heart tells you it is the right time.” She closed her eyes and imagined what he had looked like that last night when he had taken his helmet off. Imagined that he still looked exactly like that under all his armor. Even if he didn’t, he was still Din. Her Din.

“I love you and will do whatever it takes to earn your trust back.”

“Promise me you won’t shut me out. Never, ever again.” That was what had hurt her the most. It had felt like losing a limb, not being able to talk to him.

“I promise.” And Din thinks the words he shared with hers, the promises he made and would work to keep, were their own sort of creed. A bond between the two of them that maybe one day would overcome the one he had taken as a child. He hopes so, as he looks into her eyes and repeats in his mind. I promise, I promise, I promise. I love you and I promise.

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paladin-lynx · 4 years

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Be More Chill “Sky” AU - Part 1?

Dreams

Ships Involved: None (yet?)

Setting: A Sky: Children of the Light crossover/AU where Jeremy and Michael are Skykids who travel around the different Realms together.

Trigger/Content Warnings: Nightmares

Author’s Notes: I haven’t sat down and written in like...months, so this may be a little rusty. But I recently finished my first playthrough of Sky (which I highly recommend checking out), and I apologize that some of the terminology/references in this may be confusing for people who don’t know the game. This is kind of a test-run for this AU. The basic premise of the game and explanation of some of the terms mentioned (hopefully with little to no spoilers for the game) is that you are a “Skykid”, a child essentially made of light, and you explore different areas to learn the history of a fallen civilization by finding Spirits and reliving their memories and then meeting Elders who oversee each Realm of the game. You get around by using a special cape that lets you glide and fly. There’s a big emphasis on working with other players to get through things, and every friend you make is represented by a star in your main hub, called Home. Krill are dragon-esque enemies who steal your light, which is your life-force, and the Eye of Eden is the final level of the game. Each time you complete the game you start over as a reincarnation of your Skykid. I don’t know all the lore myself since the game has no dialogue and leaves a lot to interpretation and imagination, and I haven’t done too too much research yet, and honestly I may not do too much so that I can learn more in my future playthroughs, lol. Hopefully that helps those of you who don’t know as much. Sorry for the lengthy explanation, I’m curious to know what people think of this potential AU!

“I had a weird dream last night.”

Jeremy wasn’t sure what made him say it. He had been with Michael all day, running around and exploring as they always did, with Michael leading him around by the hand and making conversation with every wayward Skykid they crossed paths with. Jeremy had never been the best at making friends and was lucky to have met Michael at all, who was intent on not letting him go anywhere on his own.

He had been thinking about the dream since the night before, but he supposed he’d been too distracted by their adventures to mention it. Now, as they lounged in the grass in the Home Realm, just relaxing by the campfire and gazing at the stars as Michael lazily strummed his guitar, his thoughts had drifted back to it.

Michael paused in his playing, glancing over at Jeremy. “A weird dream?” he echoed. “I mean…dreams aren’t really supposed to make sense, are they?”

“That’s not what I mean.” Jeremy shifted so that he could pull his knees to his chest, resting his chin on top of them and looking down at the fire. “I remember it so clearly. It felt so real. It’s been bothering me.”

“Hm. Alright.” Michael tossed his guitar into the air, watching it spin as it fell back down to its spot on his back. He leaned back on his hands and turned his full attention to Jeremy. “Well, let’s hear it, then.”

Jeremy blinked at him, his brow furrowing. “I don’t wanna be a bother.”

“Oh c’mon, Jer-bear, you’ve barely talked all day. And you know it isn’t bothering me, I asked to hear it. Got nothin’ better to do until tomorrow, do we?”

“I…guess.” Jeremy knew he could trust Michael with anything, and he knew that dreams were only dreams, but something about this felt almost…private. Like he wasn’t meant to divulge what he’d seen to anyone else. It was all just so strange and normally Jeremy couldn’t even recall his dreams when he woke up in the morning. Maybe he’d have an inkling of an idea of what it had been about, but he had never been like Michael, who could prattle on about his dreams for hours, although for all Jeremy knew he was just making it up as he went.

Jeremy fidgeted with the edge of his cape, still hesitant, but he finally decided there was no real harm in sharing: “Okay, so, uh…I was in the Wastes. I was by myself, heading towards the Temple. It was dark and windy which, er, you know, is normal for the Golden Wasteland. But as I was going…I got spotted by a Krill.”

Michael’s eyes widened immediately. “Oh shit.”

It wasn’t like Jeremy and Michael had never encountered Krill before – or Dragons as Michael preferred to call them, since apparently ‘Krill’ wasn’t menacing enough – but they’d always managed to stay safe by sticking together. While Michael was good at talking to people and getting their help, Jeremy was good at finding places to stay hidden. They had yet to venture into the Eye of Eden, but Michael always liked to say that he was positive they must have been there before in past lives and just didn’t remember it.

Jeremy wasn’t so sure. They’d met other Skykids who spun tales about their previous incarnations going into Eden, about how it was the ultimate test and that they weren’t allowed to speak of what they’d seen in there but it wasn’t something you could forget. And that the end result of Ascension made the struggle so, so worth it. Jeremy had his doubts that he and Michael would just conveniently not remember something so significant.

“What happened next?” Michael prompted, pulling Jeremy from his thoughts.

“Right, um…Well, it spotted me. You know, the whole blue-light-turns-red deal. And I couldn’t move once it did, like I was frozen in place. I was bracing myself, ready for it to just…eat me whole, but then it…didn’t.” Jeremy tugged the ends of his cape close, wrapping himself up like it was a blanket. He could almost feel ice running down his spine at the memory. “It…i-it came up close to me. And it…it spoke to me.”

Michael’s brow furrowed, his expression a mix of confused and warily curious. “…Can they even speak?”

Jeremy managed a shrug. “Anything can happen in a dream, I guess. But it…it said…‘Give me all of your Light, Sky Child, and I will make you the brightest star in Eden.’”

Silence hung between them for a long moment, the quote lingering in the air. Jeremy had only seen Michael speechless a few times in his life, and they were usually because Jeremy had said something too stupid to fathom. Now, Jeremy could tell that even if it had been a dream, Michael was quiet because he felt the same chill in his bones at the words that Jeremy did.

“…Then what?” Michael finally murmured, much less enthusiastic than before.

Jeremy paused, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly, watching as a few sparks of light snuck out of his mouth. “I don’t really know. I heard it roar, felt really cold, and then I woke up.”

There was silence again, before Michael mumbled a disturbed, “Spooky.”

Jeremy nodded in agreement, although he had to admit even with the memory of the dream still haunting him, it felt kind of nice to get it out in the open. He had had nightmares before, of course, but they had never been so vivid, and he wasn’t sure he’d ever dreamed about the Krill until now. Generally they were normal bad dreams, like getting separated from Michael in a storm or slipping up in saving a lost Spirit or having one of the Elders disapprove of him. Nothing ever quite this degree of frightening.

He tipped his head back to look up at the stars, some shining brighter than others thanks to the friends that they – mainly Michael, to be honest – had made along the way in their various travels. There were a lot of mysteries in this world that couldn’t be solved alone, even if Jeremy had tried all he could at first to get through by himself, too nervous to try and reach out to anyone else. Michael had stumbled upon him by chance and had all but dragged him to a door that needed two people to work together to open it, and they had been inseparable ever since.

He blinked as Michael suddenly stepped into his field of vision, offering a smile and holding out a hand. Even if his grin was as bright as the campfire, Jeremy could see in Michael’s eyes that he was still shaken by the talk of the dream.

“C’mon,” Michael coaxed, wiggling his fingers. “Let’s go for a fly. Clear our minds before we go to bed.”

Jeremy took in another breath and gave a stiff nod, grabbing Michael’s hand and pulling himself up. He always felt safer, stronger, when his hand was clasped tightly with Michael’s. They were a team, through and through, and Jeremy wasn’t sure where he’d be without him.

“Yeah,” he murmured, giving Michael’s hand a fond squeeze. “That sounds good.”

Michael turned with a flourish of his cape and led Jeremy towards the portal to the Daylight Prairie. But as they went, Jeremy couldn’t help a peek at the gateway to the Golden Wasteland, that deep, purring voice rolling through his mind again.

“I will make you the brightest star in Eden.”

#mine #writing #BMC Sky AU #i'll try to come up with a name proper #this is very self indulgent lol #Be More Chill #Sky CotL #thatskygame #crossover #AU #Jeremy Heere #BMC Jeremy Heere #BMC Michael Mell #Michael Mell #fanfiction #fic #i don't have a fancy queue tag #BMC #lynx tales

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mustangshelby04 · 5 years

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Boston Boy - Chapter 4

A/N Things are starting to heat up between Kate and Chris. Just wait till the next chapter!!

“My mom knows about you now.” Chris said as they made their way to the landing for the whale watching trip.

“Does she?” Kate asked.

“She called me this morning and wanted to know if I was ok since I haven’t been around in a few days. And Scott mentioned that I was keeping myself busy in a tone that implied something more.”

“So, you told her about me? What did she say? What did you say?”

“I told her pretty much everything. How we met and what we’ve been doing since…. She found it pretty amazing and said you must be something special and she can’t wait to meet you.”

“Oh.”

“How would you feel about going over to my mom’s house Friday afternoon and staying for dinner?”

“Oh, uh…. Are you sure?”

“Well, I’m pretty sure if you don’t go, she’ll come find you.”

They found a place near the back of the ship and leaned against the railings. “Did you tell her the part about next week?”

“Yeah.”

“What did she say?”

“That it’ll be good for me to go someplace new for fun and that she hopes I actually have fun.”

“Well, I can say that I agree with her on that point.”

“She also thinks you’re very pretty.” She cocked an eyebrow up at him. “I sent her a picture. And for the record, I agree with her.”

She let out a laugh and shook her head. “I’m just going to say thank you.”

He turned to her. “You don’t think you are?”

“I think I’m nothing special.”

“Is that your father talking?”

She shrugged. “I don’t think so. Maybe. I just…. I don’t look in a mirror and go ‘yeah, you’re so hot’. Even after I spend time on my hair and makeup.”

“You’re incredibly oblivious, then. You’re beautiful.” He reached out and pushed a strand of hair that was floating in the wind behind her ear. “Trust me.”

She blushed and looked out at the water. “You’re crazy.”

He laughed. “That’s beside the point.”

The boat shifted under them and they were headed out onto the ocean. The wind was cold and Chris moved behind her to block her from it. She smiled to herself and watched the city get smaller as they moved out to the open ocean.

“Why me?” She asked.

“Why you what?” Chris asked, his mouth not far from her ear, causing his beard to tickle the skin there.

“Let me rephrase. What is it about me that makes you so at ease? That made you want to take me out for dinner that night you knocked me down in dog shit?”

“I don’t know. There was something in me that saw something in you and I asked you to dinner to see if I could figure out what it was. I’m still trying to figure it out, which I love. You’re like an adventure. But I was sweating bullets before I asked you out, remember?”

“I didn’t even notice. I was kind of trying not to freak out that this actor I’ve thought was amazing since I saw him in ‘Cellular’ was sitting in my hotel room and talking to me and then asking me to dinner.”

He laughed. “You saw ‘Cellular’, huh?”

“And liked it. Personally, though, my favorite movie of yours is probably ‘Snowpiercer’. Oh, or ‘Sunshine.’ I loved that one, too.” She looked up at him. “You were incredible in those.”

He blushed a bright red and she smiled. “Thank you. That means a lot, actually.” His arms came around her and he held her against his chest.

“You’re welcome.” She snuggled back into him and looked out over the water. “So when are we going to see some whales?”

“We might have to join the crowd up front.”

“Oh.” They both leaned over together to look up the deck at the small crowd gathered on the bow. Behind them, a little boy about ten years old tapped Chris on the hip. Chris turned and looked down at him with a smile, letting Kate out of his embrace.

“Are you Captain America?” The little boy asked.

Chris knelt down to be eye level with him. “I sure am.”

“I saw, um…. The Avengers…. And it was really good.”

“That’s awesome, buddy.”

“You’re my favorite, though. Don’t tell Iron Man, ok?”

Chris smiled. “You got it. I won’t say a thing to him. What’s your name?”

“Macon.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Macon.” Chris shook his little hand.

The little boy looked up at Kate. “Is she an Avenger, too?”

“No. She’s a good friend of mine. She’s a superhero, too, though.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Shh, don’t tell anyone, though. She’s kind of shy about it.”

“Ok.” Macon looked up at her again. “I promise I won’t tell. Even if a bad guy asks me, I won’t tell him.”

“Thank you.” She said sincerely. “What’s your name?”

“Uh…. Captain Princess.”

Macon laughed. “That’s funny.”

She chuckled. “Yeah.”

“You should join the Avengers if you’re a superhero, too. They’re the good guys.”

“Cap, here, has been trying to get me to join for years. But if you think I should, maybe I’ll talk to Iron Man.”

“Yeah!”

“Macon?” A woman’s voice called from somewhere on the deck.

“That’s my mom. I gotta go. Bye! I promise I won’t tell anyone you’re here.” Macon ran off to find his mother and Chris stood back up.

He shot her an inquisitive look. “Captain Princess?”

She blushed and shook her head. “It’s my niece’s superhero name. It was the first thing that popped in my head.”

“Your niece has a superhero name?”

“Yup. She has a cape and a mask and she runs around with the bow and arrow set I got her for her 2nd birthday. Well, Merida got it for her.” At his concerned look, she added, “It’s a kids toy. The arrows have suction cups, but she’s got scary good accuracy. I showed her how to shoot and in no time she was terrorizing their dog Abby with it.”

Chris laughed, throwing his head back. “You taught your two year old niece to shoot a bow and arrow?” His right hand went to his chest as he continued to laugh.

“I wasn’t going to give her a weapon without showing her how to use it. That’s irresponsible even if it is just a toy. And for the record, Merida showed her.”

“Oh, Kat, you’re ridiculous.” He said it in such a way that it was the most endearing thing she’d ever heard. Then suddenly, his hands were cupping the sides of her face and his lips pressed to hers. She stiffened in surprise, but only for a moment before relaxing into it and placing her hands on his hips. When he pulled away a few seconds that felt like an hour later, they were both grinning. “Sorry. I hope that wasn’t too forward.”

“No….” She cleared her throat. “No. That…. I…. Oh jeepers.” She sagged back against the railing, leaning on it for support. “That was better than I imagined it.”

“So you’ve thought about it, too, huh?”

She laughed and looked up at him. “Probably more than you.”

There was a sudden commotion at the front of the boat and the boat slowed down to a stop. Camera shutters could be heard going off at a rapid rate. Chris and Kate exchanged looks and went up to see the whales. She snapped some photos with her Canon DSLR that she’d brought along and even stealthily took some of Chris watching the whales with a look that reminded her of a kid at an amusement park.

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When they got back on dry land, they headed to a Mexican restaurant for lunch. The two of them sat on the same side of the table. The booth seats weren’t huge, so they were close together. He wrapped an arm around her as she pulled out her camera to look at the pictures she’d taken.

“You’re really good at taking pictures.” Chris remarked, munching on chips and salsa.

“Thank you.”

“You’ve got an eye for it.”

“See this sequence of pictures?” She was referring to seven pictures she’d shot rapid fire of a humpback whale breeching. “I’ll probably make a panorama of it and get that framed.”

“I want a copy of that if you do. That’ll be really cool.”

“I can’t say the idea is mine. My sister in law did that for pictures she took of a whale from her cruise ship when she and my brother went to Alaska. I will say, though, that my sequence of pictures is better than hers.”

“Oh shit! Look at that one!” He pointed to one she’d managed to get of the inside of a whale’s mouth. It had come up to feed on krill right next to where she’d been standing and she’d quickly snapped the picture. It looked like that whale was smiling big for the camera. “That’s so cool! I can’t wait to see that blown up!”

“Your enthusiasm for my pictures is adorable.”

“Do you have other pictures I can see?”

“They’re on my laptop at the hotel.” She looked up at him and he was giving her puppy dog eyes. “Yes, you can see them. Though you’re not allowed to tell Casey you saw hers. For some reason she’s really embarrassed by them.”

“Well, I won’t look at them if it embarrasses her.”

“Just don’t tell her because I’m quite proud of them. They’re my first venture into actual portraits.”

“Have you ever thought about being a photographer?”

“Sometimes. But Richmond is full of talented photographers. It’s tough to break into the business. I just take pictures for fun and for my friends.” She sighed. “I completely forgot that I’m taking pictures for my friend Jessica and her sister Sarah next week.”

“Oh, that’s ok. I can be your assistant. I think I’ve done enough shoots to know how to help you out.”

She laughed. “Probably. I think I’m going to like watching you hold up my reflector and doing what I ask.”

He shot her a devilish look. “Sounds like fun, mistress. I’m at your service.”

She ducked her head to hide the blush. The food chose that moment to appear and Chris went over to the other side of the table to give themselves room to eat. The conversation was steady about photoshoots. The ones that she’d done and some of the ones he’s done over the years.

“Have you ever been in front of the camera?” Chris asked as they left the restaurant and headed back to the car.

“Uh, a few times, actually.”

“I’m not talking school pictures or 90s Glamour Shots.”

“I know. And while I’ve done the Glamour Shots thing, the answer is still the same.”

“Can I see those, too?”

She grinned up at him. “You’re a very curious man. Didn’t anyone ever warn you about what curiosity did to the cat?”

That made him laugh. “I’m not a cat person, so I don’t really care.”

“Good. I’m not a cat person, either. I’m allergic to them.”

He slipped his hand in hers. “So, do you still want to see the Constitution?”

“Of course! History buff, here. I’ll almost never turn down a chance to see something as cool as Old Ironsides.”

“Then to Old Ironsides we go.”

While they waited in line to go onto the ship, Kate looked up at Chris. “Can I cook for you tonight?”

He smiled down at her. “Only if we can stop and get your laptop.”

“I think we can arrange that.”

“Cool. What will you be cooking tonight?”

“Well, I’m sure we’ll have to go to the grocery store, so I’ll figure it out then.”

“Nice.” His phone started ringing and he pulled it out of his pocket. “It’s Scott. Do you mind?”

“Not at all.”

“Hey.” Chris answered his phone. “Yeah, I’m with her now. Oh, well she’s actually planning on cooking tonight. Don’t know yet. Hold on.” He looked down at her. “Scott wanted to know if we wanted to go out with him this evening.”

“Tell him to join us for dinner. I’ll cook for him, too.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.”

He smiled and turned back to the phone. “She says come over to my place tonight and she’ll cook for us. Great. Ok, yeah. We’ll see you later.” Chris hung up and stuck his phone back in his pocket. “He’s bringing a friend, if that’s ok.”

“Yeah. I’ll just have to make sure to make enough food for everyone.”

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After they finished their visit to the USS Constitution, they went back to the hotel and got her laptop before heading to the same Whole Foods that Chris had stopped at. She decided to make Parmesan encrusted chicken, sautéed squash, and Ranch dinner bread. Simple to make, yet still delicious. Chris decided they needed dessert, so he picked up a fruit tart that looked almost too pretty to eat.

He was now sitting at the island watching her work. Every now and then her tongue would peek out between her lips as she concentrated. Whenever a strand of hair fell out of her ponytail into her face, she would blow it away and roll her eyes when it fell right back. Her fingers were too covered in chicken goo to touch her hair, so Chris leaned over and brushed the strand behind her ear.

“Thank you.” She said.

“Anytime.”

“Sorry I’m not talking much.”

“It’s ok. I like watching you. You seem to really know your way around the kitchen.” “Well, I watched you yesterday, so I remembered where everything was.” She turned to the sink and started washing her hands.

“I meant the way you seem to know when everything needs to get done.” He got up and stood behind her. “It’s like a finely choreographed routine. It’s like I’m watching you dance.” When she turned to dry her hands, he caught them in a hold position before twirling her out and pulling her back into a dip. She laughed as he set her back up right and pulled her into a hold again.

“There’s no music.” She said.

“Who needs it?” He began to sway, leading her, until the oven beeped letting them know the preheat was done. Before he let her go, he ducked his head down and kissed her. Her head swam for a moment and she grinned like an idiot. “Your lips are very soft.”

“EOS lip balm.”

He laughed. “I may have to switch from chapstick, then.”

“Your lips aren’t rough.” She shoved the chicken breasts into the oven and shut the door. Chris leaned back against the counter and watched her expertly chop the yellow and green squash into slices and set them in a bowl before moving on to the onion.

“How is that not making you cry?”

“I stuck it in the freezer as soon as we got here. Cold onions don’t release the enzyme that makes you cry. Or, they do, but not as badly. The rest is taken care of by my contacts. They block what little onion enzyme there is from getting to me and making my eyes produce tears.”

“That’s very…. Science-y.”

Kate shrugged as she continued to chop. “My mom taught me that. She learned it when she was in Paris hanging out with this lady who taught her to make French onion soup. One day, mom is going to teach me how to make it because I love French food.”

“Have you ever been to Paris?”

“I’ve never been out of the country. And I’ve never made it past Lincoln, Nebraska. That’s the farthest west I’ve gone.”

“What’s in Lincoln?”

“A university. My school went on a field trip there once when I lived in Omaha.” She put the chopped onion with the sliced squash and pulled out a large pan from the cabinet.

“What was the field trip for?”

“I was in…. gosh…. Third or fourth grade at the time. The school I went to was a magnet school for math and science. Everything was super advanced there. I once made a working robot out of Legos and controlled it on a computer. They took us to show us the math and science department at the college and we spent the day learning college level science shit. I’m fairly certain it was also a recruitment trip.”

“So you’re good at math and science?”

“Oh god no!” She pulled out the loaf of French bread that they’d gotten and started cutting it in slices, stopping before she cut all the way through. “I find it hilarious that I even went to that school. Everything I enjoyed doing was art. I learned to play the violin there. And I was in Japanese class. I loved to design things on the computer. I’m great with computers.” She grabbed a stick of butter, cut it in sections, and stuck the sections in a small bowl before setting it in the microwave and turning it on.

“Why did you go to the school?”

“Uh, when we moved to Omaha, they made me take a test to see what level they should put me in and apparently I scored so high, they wanted to send me to the magnet school. I got accepted to it and my mom was so excited about it that she didn’t think twice about sending me. I did really good. I still appreciate science. Especially astronomy. I love looking at the stars and my brother was almost an astronaut.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” She got the melted butter out and added a package of Ranch dressing mix to it. “It’s what he went to school for, but things kept getting in his way of becoming one.” Taking a basting brush, she brushed the butter and ranch mix in between the slices and all over the crust. “He trained for it a little bit. He went up in the Vomit Comet three times. He wanted to be on the first mission to Mars.”

“What kind of things got in his way?”

“His job, his mother killing herself, getting married, having a kid…. His wife Maura didn’t want to move either. She wants to stay with her stupid family and hold my brother back from accomplishing his dreams.”

“Ooh, hostility.”

“A little.” She wrapped the bread up in tin foil and put it in the oven with the chicken. “I hate her family. They’re ‘old Southern money’. Pft! Her mother decided that since Jan and I aren’t Killi’s biological sisters, we had no place in the family pictures when Killi and Maura got married. So there’re no pictures of the three of us together when he got married. And there’s only four pictures of him with our parents.”

“That’s fucked up.” “Oh yeah. Maura’s mother is a stuck up bitch who constantly reminds my family that we’re trash compared to her family. But I don’t see Maura’s sister dressing up as a Scottish Highland princess in Georgia in June just to make her niece happy. Their version of that is throw some money at Hailey. Buy her things. Things fade and disappear. Memories like the ones I made for Hailey will last a lifetime. She tells her friends that Merida came to visit and shows them pictures of it. One day she’ll be old enough to realize it was me and it will make it that much more special to her that her aunt loves her that much.” She tossed the squash into the pan on the stove. “And they’re not really ‘old Southern money’, either. Maura’s grandfather is the one that invented that horrible electric fence for dogs. They made their fortune torturing dogs.” She glanced at Chris and saw he was watching her with a weird expression on his face. “Sorry. Hot button.”

“No. It’s fine.”

“What’s that look for then?”

“I just…. I’m completely captivated by you. You’re…. Passionate.”

“Vivacious.”

“No. Vivacious isn’t always the nicest of endearments. Passionate is the right word for you. And it’s incredibly sexy.”

He pulled on her hand and she was suddenly pressed completely against him. One of his hands found the small of her back and the other hand snaked its way up her back, fingers trailing along her spine, until his forearm was pressed firmly against her and his hand gripped the back of her neck. Her heart sped up as his lips met hers and made it clear that this wasn’t a chaste kiss like the last two.

Her lips parted for him and he expertly teased her tongue with his. His beard tickled her where it brushed her skin and electric currents ran from his skin into hers, curling around every single nerve where they touched. Though it felt like the kiss went on for hours, it felt too soon when he pulled away. Her lips tried to form words, but nothing came out. Neither of them opened their eyes for a long moment. They just savored the feel of the other against them.

“That was….” Her voice finally found itself, but words failed her still.

“Passionate.” He said, finally opening his eyes. They were very, very blue as they peered into hers from centimeters away. His voice was husky and low. “You’re good at that.”

She cleared her throat. “You’re better. I’m really glad you’re holding me because I’m not sure my legs work anymore.”

He chuckled and she felt the vibrations of it against her. “I’m leaning against the counter for support.” After another moment, he released her slowly, making sure she had her feet solidly under her. “I don’t want you to burn the squash.”

“I hadn’t turned it on yet.”

“Good call.” He stood right behind her as she cut up half a stick of butter to put in with the squash. When she moved to the stove with a small bowl of sugar and a wooden spoon, he wrapped his arms around her waist and laid his cheek against the side of her head to watch her cook.

That’s when the door opened and Scott burst into the room. “Something smells awesome!” He said.

Chris reluctantly let her go and turned to greet his brother. “That would be Kat’s cooking.”

“It’s nothing special.” Kate said, stirring the squash and adding a bit of sugar.

“Hey Nina.” Chris said. “I didn’t know you were in town.”

“I was in New York and decided to come up here for a couple of days.” Kate turned around to see Nina Dobrev releasing Chris from a hug.

Scott came over and hugged Kate before lifting her face to inspect her mouth. “How’s your tooth?”

“Uh, solid. Your dad did an awesome job.” Kate said, playfully swatting Scott away.

“Oh, Kate, this is….”

“Nina Dobrev. Yeah.” She reached out and shook Nina’s hand. “I’m a fan of ‘The Vampire Diaries’.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” Nina said. “Scott told me all about you. Glad their dad got your tooth fixed up for you.”

“Me too.”

*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

The conversation went smoothly over dinner. Everyone seemed impressed with Kate’s cooking. They especially loved the Ranch dinner bread. That was finished off quickly. Scott had brought two bottles of wine and those were finished off quickly as well. After dinner, Scott had decided it would be a good idea to go out for some fun. It was decided that karaoke at a local bar sounded like the most fun. They had a table near the back that still had a good view of everything. Their second round of drinks were on the table and Chris and Scott were up talking with the DJ about what songs he had and choosing which one they wanted to do.

Nina leaned over to Kate. “Chris really likes you.”

Kate blushed and smiled slightly. “Yeah?”

“I’ve known him for a few years now and I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this at ease with someone.”

“He’s said as much to me.”

“Do you not believe him?”

Kate glanced up at Chris. “Oh I believe him, it’s just really hard to wrap my head around.” Nina shrugged. “It’s not every day a person goes from being a fan to actually being with that person.”

“No, but it’s happened. I will warn you, though, it’s not easy. Especially with someone as famous as Chris is. The paparazzi aren’t always the nicest people.” “Honestly, I haven’t even thought about it. I mean…. Well, I’m just trying to take it one day at a time. That’s gotten me through a lot in the past.”

“It’s a good way to live. Enjoying the moments and experiencing life as it comes to you. Do you do yoga?”

“I used to. Back in my figure skating days.”

“You were a figure skater? That’s so cool!”

“Yeah. Right up until I destroyed my knee when I was fourteen.”

“Oh no! What happened?”

When Chris and Scott came back, Nina and Kate were deep in conversation about Pilates and yoga and the benefits that it might have on Kate’s knee now. “I see you two are getting along great without us.” Chris said, sliding in next to Kate.

“Kat’s really awesome.” Nina said. “You know how to pick them, Evans.”

“Thanks!”

“What song did you pick?” Kate asked him.

“I thought you and I could do a duet. I picked ‘Don’t You Want Me’. Classic 80s.”

“What?” She glanced at the stage. “You want me to go up there?”

“I did not peg you for someone with stage fright, Kitty Monroe.” Scott said, referring to her burlesque name.

“Well, it’s real.”

“How!? You get up and dance and take your clothes off in front of people.”

“Wait, what?” Nina asked.

“Me singing is a whole different beast.” Kate insisted. “I’ve done musicals, but those don’t count as me singing. That was my character singing. I haven’t sang in front of people since high school and I’m not sure it exactly counted because it was at church in front of little old ladies who would never tell you if you sucked or not because ‘you’re wonderful no matter what you do, dearie’.”

“We can be the little old ladies.” Scott offered.

“You’re not going to suck.” Chris said. “I’ve heard you sing.”

“To my niece. Who doesn’t care if I can sing or not.”

Scott waved over a waitress. “We’re going to need some limes, eight shots of your best tequila, and another round of drinks.”

“Oh god! Tequila?”

Scott laughed. “Tequila makes everything more fun.”

“You know the song ‘Tequila Makes Her Clothes Come Off’?” Scott nodded. “Well, it’s true. At least in my case.”

“All the better for my brother, then.”

“Scott!” Chris yelled. “Oh my god, dude!” Scott just smiled wickedly at them and waggled his eyebrows.

“Can we go back to the part about dancing and taking your clothes off on stage?” Nina asked. “Are you a stripper?”

“She’s a burlesque performer.” Scott said.

“No! Really?”

Kate nodded. “Yeah. I’ve been performing around Richmond and DC for a little over two years now.”

“How does someone get into that?”

“Well, there’s a school in Richmond. A friend of mine runs it. I went to a burlesque show and fell in love with it. I went through a few months of debating whether or not I wanted to give it a try. I kind of freaked out about it. My friend Lara and I were supposed to sign up together, but I chickened out. I ended up signing up for the next six week course and I haven’t regretted it for a moment.”

“That would be awesome to see sometime. Do you have those pretty feather fans?”

“I just got my first pair earlier this year. I did a Katniss Everdeen routine with them to ‘Yellow Flicker Beat’ for a movie show.”

“Cool! How many routines do you have?”

“Uh…. I don’t know. Ten maybe? I’ve been working on a Peggy Carter one for a Marvel show a friend of mine is putting together.” Kate looked up at Chris. “My friend Em and her friend Zhora are doing a routine of Captain America battling the Winter Soldier.”

“I would love to go to that show.” Chris said. “You have to let me know when it is.”

“I’m not sure they would be able to handle Captain America himself sitting in the audience. And I might be the most shy of them all if I know you’re there.”

Scott grabbed Nina. “Come help me sing.” He pulled her out of the booth and up to the stage.

Chris looked over at her and the look he gave her made everything inside her tighten and her face flush with heat. “Maybe you could rehearse beforehand. And maybe I could be there to give you some helpful tips?”

“I think I wouldn’t remember anything if it was just you I was performing for.”

He smirked moving his face a little closer to hers. “What if I took one piece of my clothing off for each piece of yours?”

“Is that the tequila talking?”

“It takes a lot more than a couple of tequila shots and three beers to get me drunk.”

“Me too. But I think it was enough to loosen your tongue.”

“Maybe a little.” He took her hand and held it between his against his chest. “I won’t push you if you’re not comfortable, ok? I want you to feel comfortable and safe with me.”

“I’ll let you know if you push too hard. Right now, I’m ok.” She closed the distance between their lips and kissed him.

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