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pancake404 · 1 month ago

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Speed/Lazuli/Silvia: a Romantic Relationship that's not great...(2)

If you hadn't seen the first post about me explaining why it's not great in my opinion, then I recommend seeing reading through that one first.

Now before I move on to Speed and Silvia, I want to first get through extra stuff I hadn't been able to get through with Lazuli.

This is an answer Lazuli had during the character Q&A in case anyone is confused on where this came from.

This response confirms a few things, one the first few punches and beatdowns toward Speed were from hatred and dislike(from being a...weirdo) but even after Lazuli started having feelings for Speed(for several months now), she still continued to physically hurt Speed.

According to her, she knows it's wrong but she stills hits him because it's the only way she knows that would get his attention. To me, it doubles also as a way to avoid any chance of them liking you back if the treatment doesn't stop. Not only that, Lazuli thinks of him as a "really nice guy"...which she beats up.

Personally, this is a pretty bad excuse and even she isn't using it as an excuse, it's pretty bad logic in general. We don't know if she's even tried other ways to get his attention or if she talked to other characters like Flare(Speed's little brother), Pearl(someone close to Speed), etc. (This could've also allowed the opportunity for more character interactions and development) And if she did, did she still think it was a good idea to continue hurting Speed?

Say what you think is the cause of this thought process whether of backstory or other factors, but realistically, anyone in Speed's place after finding out that those months of getting hurt was just for their attention would not take that answer with open arms. And even if you make the argument that Speed is super forgiving and would forget about it, then well:

Safe to say he did not forget about that and he probably wouldn't for a long time as not only this is months we're talking about but this is also when Speed is suffering from past traumas. Now Lazuli decided to change her tune? (Exactly what Speed would be thinking)

Speed is going through a PTSD moment right now and Lazuli...kisses him to "calm him down", they are not together at all at this point and this probably also counts as an unconsented kiss.

This is finally her apology (in a moment where Speed is not going through other issues) that she take the blame completely for hitting him over and over for months. Due to the writing needing them together, Speed gives Lazuli a chance....way too early and not out of love but more of giving the relationship a shot. Listen, there is a difference between forgiving someone and being a forgiving person to jumping into a romantic relationship with someone who had been abusing you for the past months.

Speaking of Speed's feelings, let's address that, shall we?

The first time we see a hint of romantic feelings for Lazuli from Speed's POV, this is what he thinks/feels:

Speed finds her cute(ironically enough, he too, realizes this bizarre thought). But as the story progresses, you might wonder what else he sees in her and whenever the the topic of what Speed thinks of Lazuli appears, this is what he says and thinks:

...Yeah no, nothing changes. As you can see, Speed hadn't described much else he sees in her so in my perspective, I think this might just be something for the fans again to pair them up together while in the same time, not giving any clear reason or good quality that Speed sees in Lazuli. Again...Speed is also confused as hell on this thought which is funny but it also shows that he finds it weird considering what Lazuli had done so far. Keep in mind, the left image is Special Chapter Seven, pretty recent and a couple of days before Lazuli's confession and the fight.

Now then, I think I talked enough about Lazuli, let's now talk about Silvia where she's arguably a little better but not great either.

So what is there to describe her and her treatment toward Speed?

First off, it had been mainly shown that she struggles with boundaries a lot. Which can be a fair character flaw if it wasn't mostly directed toward Speed and Speed only.

For context, Silvia had gotten Sunshine(Speed's adopted daughter) to kiss his cheek as well as teaching Sunshine her move set which I believe one move consists of "attract". Uncalled for.

She also lacks the ability of consent apparently considering her first and second kiss were without it and toward Speed. I'm willing to give a second one a little bit of a break but the first one is just blatant.

Speed clearly said he wasn't interested nor in love so Silvia's solution to this was to kiss him unexpectantly to "change his mind". Apparently this was a "test" which is screwed up in a lot of levels.

The second time though is the kiss to the cheek where Speed mentions the first time which Silvia comments on how he hadn't forgotten it(which makes sense, any normal individual would not forget an encounter like that) and she proceeds to kiss him on the cheek this time. Speed reasonably freaks out by this and Silvia comments on how he is now blushing(which can indicate that she was aware that he wasn't in the past which may mean he didn't enjoy it or it was all unexpected).

I'm willing to let go of the second example as it isn't as bad but in the same time, Speed is being drawn crawling away, telling Silvia to get away, asking to get out of there, screaming on the inside, and also looks like he's trembling/shaking. So you may pick your opinion from this description.

Speed has to bribe her in order to get her to stop the "big brother act" which she had been using to embarrass Speed(or for fun which either way, made others look down on Speed).

She also has her own track record of hurting others, Black once, and Speed twice. She also has the strength to break one's back and Speed is aware of this which may mean he had seen or literary experienced a back breaking. Of course, he could have been told.

To Lazuli's credit, she at least knows she had committed wrongs and later finally apologizes for it, Silvia however, on the topic of physically hurting Speed finds saying something weird enough of an excuse and justification for punching Speed.

From past moments, apparently it's stablished when Speed assumes something wrongly, Speed gets punched in the face. When Lazuli assumes something wrongly, Speed gets punched in the face(the only reason why it didn't land was because he unintentionally dodged). Keep in mind, Silvia states it was justified that time when Lazuli starts to think rationally about not needing to hurt Speed. Which means, that most if not all other times, it wasn't.

No boundaries again.

Despite Silvia knowing her older brother's creepy behavior, Silvia also has creepy behaviors like sneaking to the boys room during the night to visit and to do something unknown with them, specifically Speed. Lazuli agrees to this because even she's concerned about what Silvia is planning and this is coming from the girl who had been beating Speed the past few months.

She also can't keep a secret for her life(as well as lie to create drama).

It can be another character flaw but again, it's all directed mostly to Speed and once toward Lazuli which made Lazuli try to ice beam Silvia which Speed blocked and got hurt because of it once again.

It's starting to appear like a bad cycle of Silvia does a dumb move/makes stuff up/tells truth bombs about Speed he isn't ready to reveal yet, Lazuli gets the wrong idea, and Speed gets punched.

I wonder why Speed doesn't listen to Silvia after everything she had also done and a lot of it she didn't apologize for.

Also, by the way, slapping someone sometimes is not the greatest way to convince someone, just letting you know...nor is shouting at them that their an idiot. Especially when insults and punches had been given enough by love interest 1.0(or 2.0 since Silvia and Speed met first instead of Lazuli and Speed).

To add further to this, Speed doesn't even look surprised, he just looks at her normally and hopelessly which is admittedly a depressing thing to notice. I kind of wish other characters mentioned this more or be concerned about Speed's mental state if this is his reaction.

Now then, since we've looked at Silvia and her treatment and "love" toward Speed. What about the side of Speed? Now, unlike Lazuli where his opinion is mostly that he finds her cute and nothing else, Speed has a lot more of an interesting opinion and explains more about his feelings for Silvia.

Speed views Silvia like a little sister because of her childish behavior and that dating her is weird for him as he feels like he's dating his own sister. This...makes sense given his character, again, Speed acts like an older brother to others for the most part. Despite his denseness(which that idea had been smashed to our time and time again), he still is mature compared to the rest as he had lived under constant responsibility over his siblings.

Also if you don't know, Pearl and Silvia body swapped in Special Chapter Seven.

This idea had already been brought up as Speed is willing to let Silvia call him her big brother and treat him like one. Of course, this is before Silvia goes overboard and Speed quickly regrets his decision in trusting her.

To further add to the idea that he doesn't have feelings for her, he pulls this trick which he clarifies is not meant to be taken seriously as it was not meant for any romantic feelings. He also does this trick again to fully identify that Silvia was in Pearl's body.

Then there's this:

In case you didn't know, at the end, Speed picks both up as his girlfriends. Why would he do this with Silvia after time and time again Speed had shown disinterest in her and focused more on her being an older brother figure? Most likely the same reason why Lazuli and Speed got together, the fans wanted it and since one group was going to be unhappy no matter what was picked, EV decided to choose both for Speed. Of course, this may tie in the fact that Jolteon and Sylveon were supposed to be the main pairing but if that pairing was supposed to be included, then at the cost of it, Speed's character and main feelings toward Silvia got looked over.

Remember, he gave the same offer to Silvia that he did for Lazuli, to give their relationship a shot. Which also means, Speed is not doing this because he has feelings for Silvia but is just...willing to try.

So yeah, that concludes Silvia and Lazuli and why their romance with Speed isn't great, especially for the side of Speed. But unfortunately(or fortunately for those that wanted to see more me just going against this relationship) I still have more to talk about as well as other side things I wanted to get into while looking into Eeveelution Squad.

I realize looking things over that there could have been ways to improve this a bit by simply making a few changes especially to the character flaws already presented in Silvia and Lazuli. Lazuli could've had more development and chemistry(how characters bounce of each other with their individual traits and uniqueness) with other characters if she had been aggressive or quick to violence with the other members of the squad instead of just Speed. Silvia, with her flaws of unable to keep secrets and lack of boundaries could've led to potential conflict with other main characters instead of it just screwing Speed over.

Through her acts against Speed, we never see how Silvia treats Black or what Black truly sees in Silvia, Speed even questions it in the beginning. Half of the crap that Silvia pulls on Speed is never shown against anyone else, particularly Black.

If I had to give more writing advice for others(and also myself again), then think like this. Ask yourself "Why?" on every character's treatment to the rest. Why does Silvia not spill dirt about Pearl but does for Speed? Why does Lazuli not hit Flare or Kris even once? Why is Speed so forgiving and how do the others react to Speed's forgiveness? The more questions answered the better and I wish there could've been more seen with how other characters interact with each other instead of it being Speed focused and the abuse against him and seemingly only him.

Anyway, I hope this potentially granted another perspective for anyone that still plans on assassinating me for the supporting the relationship in this fictional work. Next time, I will be focusing more on both of them(the harem...) together as well as missed opportunities and solutions.

For a hint on some other screenshots:

Oh no...

Oh I have some words prepared soon.

Anyway, this is not meant to be any attack on EV but more of a criticism against the writing which they themselves admitted was confusing and had struggles. There already a lot of it but like I said, I feel like there isn't enough people realize the flaws between these two relationships separate let alone together.

I did try to avoid sounding too harsh or in an attacking way since I don't believe that's how things change for the better or how stories can be crafted with less flaws but in the same time, in order to fix said flaws, they have to be called out. Remember, criticism is not just hate, but more of things that can work some improvements. In a way, some of those that criticize, do so because they believe the work can be better.

Regardless, whether EV continues or not, I hope their happy and content with whatever position their in(or at least for things to be hopefully better as some "fans" were...not great). Same goes for anyone reading this, I hope you all have a great day and thank you for possibly reading through this rant/essay/critique/whatever it truly is.

#eeveelution squad #eeveelution art #eeveelution #eevee #sylveon #glaceon #jolteon #speedy #sunshine #lazuli #silvia #rant

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bonesandthebees · 2 years ago

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I think it’s very fitting that your scrap bin is called ‘feast on the scraps’ cuz I am very much feasting. I love the vibes of the 80s spy au. I was not ready for it to be West Berlin, but somehow that setting is very compelling. I’m assuming the people they don’t want to get the list would then be East Berlin, the Stasi and the sovjets and so on. Would explain why it’s important that they work together. The car scene is a very nice way to force Tommy and Techno into working together. It’s also a way for Tommy to earn Techno’s respect dispite being so young.

And then Wilbur comes in already having the respect for both of them. Also, sandduo crumbs. And Niki and Wilbur being siblings is something I’ve never thought about, but it’s such a vibe. It seems like they put on thus nice polite front but there’s probably danger under the surface. Either that or they got in too deep and are now rolling with it. Chaos ensured.

Then there’s the second scarp, because we are grtting spoiled. I am once again in aw of your ability to provide exposition without dumping it all on a page. Every bit of information feels organic. It feels like we just step into Tommy’s pov and are along for the ride rather than the character explaining everything for us. There’s hints towards Wilbur being blind but it doesn’t really get mentioned because it’s something Tommy already knows and is used to.

We learn about the Caves through dialogue and conversation. We don’t know what they are or what they look like, but we know their purpose (to find artefacts), their pitfalls (dangerous creatures) and their value (to make a lot of money). When and explanation is needed, we get the bare minimum. This keeps us hungry for more, yet doesn’t leave us confused. It’s just good okay.

-🌲

aaa thank you!! yeah the 80s spy au was heavily inspired by a spy film I rewatch a lot called Atomic Blonde which takes place in West Berlin in the 80s, hence the setting. they were definitely trying to keep the soviets in East Berlin from getting their hands on the list hence why the Americans and the Brits decided to work together in the au. car scene works as a GREAT way to establish tommy and techno's teamwork super early on it was so fun to write

there's a plot reason wilbur and niki were siblings in this au because that's not usually a dynamic i would go for, but I had an idea and it was just too good to pass up. I don't want to spoil it in case I ever change my mind and finish writing it, but knowing me that's not gonna happen rip. but yeah wilbur and niki are SO fun in this au. they're just two twenty-somethings running a sneaky little information network, definitely do some smuggling between east and west berlin, and get a little in over their heads sometimes

aww that's so sweet I'm so glad all the worldbuilding and exposition felt natural!! i'm very proud of how I started introducing the world in the second scrap, primarily because I remember when i was first writing it i had zero plans i was literally just writing whatever came to my head. I was just coming up with the world as I went lol. and yeah I definitely wanted wilbur's blindness to just be referred to in an obvious way without it being stated outright because that's how tommy's gonna think of it. just hints here and there until tommy makes his stupid joke clarifying to the reader what's going on

I loveeeee providing exposition in dialogue. it's so much more interesting instead of just providing it in a big paragraph with zero action. I have a lot of fun with worldbuilding like that. just throwing pieces here and there and letting the readers form the picture gradually instead of just infodumping it all onto them.

tysm spruce so glad you enjoyed!!

#ask #spruce anon #au ramblings

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small-teacup · 4 years ago

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Kidnapping? I Think You Mean Human Borrowing

Requested by: @languortears

Notes: I'm so sorry I took so long!!! D: It's a bit rushed

Ships: Intruloceit

POV: 3rd person

TW: Kidnapping, sympathetic Remus and Janus, panicked thoughts, mention of torture, skeletons and implied blood, impersonation

Let me know if I missed any, please! :D

Word Count: 1367

“That’s KIDNAPPING, Remus,” Janus explained for the 43rd time that day.

Remus opened his mouth and held up a finger, ready to say something in response before he paused and lowered his finger slightly. He seemed to have multiple ideas, instead keeping his mouth open and looking like he would finally get a few sentences out of his mouth before deflating. It was comical, to say the least. Janus sighed and shook his head, “Take your time...”

After what seemed like forever, one word managed to escape Remus’ mouth, “Borrowing.” “What?” “Kidnapping makes it sound like we’re doing some kind of crime!” “IT IS A CR-”

“What I think you meant was ‘human borrowing.’”

Janus groaned and put his face in his hands. “You know what? Fine. Human borrowing.”

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Logan sat in his room, peacefully typing away on his laptop. Just a normal day. Nothing different, nothing new, just the same as it was the day before. He actually liked the lack of change, despite his ability to adapt to circumstances easily. Well, he’d usually be able to adapt to new circumstances. As he was working, someone came up behind him and clapped their hand over his mouth so he couldn’t scream. It didn’t seem to be needed since Logan wouldn’t have screamed anyways. Nothing could hurt a side in the Mindscape. He was about to see who it was until something hit him over the head, darkness quickly taking over his vision as he went limp.

He woke up tied to a chair in what seemed to be a basement. There was barely any light besides a flickering lightbulb hanging from the ceiling right above him. He looked around, unfazed at the shackled skeletons on the wall or the suspicious red stains on the floor. Someone suddenly covered his eyes from behind, shrill laughter filling the air.

“Guess whoooo!~” They sang, disturbingly close to Logan in a failed attempt to make him scared.

“Judging from your behavior, I’m guessing Remus?”

“Nice guess, Logan. But no, it’s Janus.” “What?? How?” Janus uncovered Logan’s eyes and stepped in front of him, a little mischievous smile playing on his face.

“I imitated Remus’ voice and attitude to trick you.”

Logan frowned and tilted his head in confusion. “But what was the point of that?”

The deceitful side shrugged and said nonchalantly, “I don’t know. There really wasn’t any. However, I find it a bit amusing considering the fact that Remus is sitting right next to you.”

“What?”

Sure enough, when Logan turned his head, Remus was sitting like a puppy on the floor next to him. He gave the logical side a seemingly menacing grin, revealing his razor-sharp teeth. Logan simply blinked at him before looking back at Janus, much to Remus’ disappointment.

“Is there a point to any of this?” He asked, half-heartedly tugging the ropes that bound him to the chair. It wasn’t that he was making an attempt to escape, it’s just that it was starting to feel uncomfortable.

Janus had summoned himself his own chair, a velvet one with hints of gold. He crossed his legs and examined his nails boredly, which confused Logan even more since he was wearing gloves. “Ask Remus, it wasn’t my plan this time.”

Logan glanced to the gremlin next to him, sighing. “Before I say anything to him, do you mind if I ask you one more question?” “Go ahead, darling.”

“You don’t seem to be lying to me at all. I’ve seen that you only lie around everyone else except Remus, which leads me to infer that you don’t lie to people you like. Do you like me in some way?” Janus froze up, a light blush finding its way onto his face. “No I don’t! Why would I like you? That’s impossible, you’ve got it all wrong. Stupid…”

He crossed his arms and looked away, huffing. It was supposed to be him and Remus getting Logan all flustered, not the other way around!

Logan turned to Remus, “So why was I kidnapped?” “Not kidnapped, you were borrowed!” Remus corrected. “...That doesn’t make sense.” “It makes perfect sense to me!”

“Answer my question, please?” “Oh! Yeah yeah yeah- so, when the others come to save you, we’ll have this epic bloody fight! Or maybe not...I dunno. And then you get saved, BUT we get to torture you until they get here! And it’ll be so fuuuuuuuuuuunnn!!!”

Logan blinked, then sighed, “I doubt there’s anything you can do to ‘torture’ me. Besides, the others aren’t coming anyway.”

The duke’s face dropped as he suddenly stood up and leaned close to Logan, his hands gripping and clawing into the chair arm. “HUH???!”

Janus had been listening to the conversation, even if it seemed like he wasn’t. The unexpected taste of truth surprised him, causing him to turn curiously to the pair in front of him.

“The others aren’t coming,” Logan repeated, assuming that Remus just didn’t hear him.

“What do you mean??! They have to! They’re your friends, aren’t they?? Plus, that sounds REALLY depressing. How’re you so okay with it??” “I’ve simply accepted it. It just seemed to be the logical thing to do. I can’t change it anyway.”

Janus said, almost a bit too calmly, “And do you think that’s a normal thing? That your friends won’t come and save you?” The logical side shrugged, “I guess not. You can’t really blame them.”

“Elaborate.” “...No,” he muttered, his eyes glazing over as he stared at the floor. Remus deflated and sat on the floor, resting his elbow on the chair arm. The next few moments were a blur for Logan. ‘They weren’t coming. I could be anywhere, dangerous or not, and they wouldn’t care. I could be dead and they wouldn’t notice. The Dark Sides might not be able to kill me, but torture is not out of the question. Mental torture, I mean. I could try and pretend that it doesn’t affect me, but I’ll eventually break and when I show my weaknesses, they’ll laugh. They’ll laugh and treat me like a joke and at that point, I might as well duck out because everyone knows that Logic is essential but Logan isn’t and they’ll be so glad to have someone else in my place that they won’t miss me at all…’

The voices around him were becoming muffled as he sank deeper into his thoughts. How much time had passed? It felt like hours already… There was a ringing in his ears that he couldn’t get rid of, considering his hands were tied behind him. In fact, he was starting to lose feeling in his arms. Was he panicking? Spiraling? But what caused it? Why was he feeling this way? Why now? What’s happening-?

“LOGAN!”

The sudden shout pulled him out of his thoughts, looking up at the two sides that stood by him, concern and worry clear on their faces. Only then did he notice his shallow breathing and the tears slowly streaming down his face. Before he knew it, a pair of arms wrapped around him in a warm hug. Without thinking, he latched onto the person, recognizing the smell of trash and about a thousand years of no showering. Wait- what? He was surprised at the sudden freedom. When did they cut the ropes? Nevermind that…

A gloved hand cupped his face gently, the scent of crisp apples and linen going along with it. He leaned into the touch. It felt..comforting. It felt like home. Maybe this was where his home really was..?

“Remus? Janus?” The two sides looked at him, a silent cue for him to go on.

“..Can I stay with you guys? If that’s alright.”

Remus let go and stared at him wide-eyed. He looked over at Janus and back at Logan. It seemed like Janus was doing the same.

“Of course you can-!” The deceptive side blurted out before clearing his throat and pulling his hand away, inspecting his nails that he couldn’t see. “I mean- I suppose you could.”

Logan laughed, to both the dark sides’ delight. It sounded magical like bells ringing.

Never in Logan’s life had he been so glad to have been kidnapped.

(This fanfic wasn't proofread and neither was this post-)

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shadowturtlesstuff · 3 years ago

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No secrets...

here is my how you get the girl cressworth. its kinda sad, i wanted to do happy but i cant apparently. the end is happy and i really want to do a part 2 in cresswells pov

The cold buries itself inside me, finding its way past my bones and gathering through me till all my thoughts are of the cold. Distracting me from what I am about to do, and I cannot figure out whether that is a good thing or not. I haven't spoken to the insufferable Mr. Thomas Cresswell for over six months, yet I am walking a familiar route to his door. I still haven't pieced together why I feel the need to see him tonight, instead of the morning but even if he shuts the door on me and leaves me to fend for myself against the rain it might calm my racing mind. He would be right to do so, after I walked away first. We were close, getting closer every day. Thomas had told me his feelings plenty of times and I had brushed them off till I started to feel them too. I panicked and then made a mess of everything. We are both poor at expressing our feelings yet I had run from the thought of even trying, and now that I have been away I realized how important he is to me, not only as someone I love but as a friend. I miss his quick wit, his charm and dry humour that uncle doesn't think is appropriate half the time. I miss knowing I will see him and see his own smile at me. Knowing I could melt the cold heart of his with just a small comment is something I was proud of, yet began to fear slightly as it was too easy to see that smile. I had learnt that nothing in life is that easy.

I was wrong. Desperately wrong.

Now I haven't seen that smile in so long and I miss it. I miss the person who shares my humour and lets me face any challenge. I just hope he has missed me half as much as I missed him.

My heels click against the cobblestone, my pace speeding up to match my racing heart. Thomas’s house comes into view as I round a corner and I suck in a sharp breath. Can I really face Thomas again? Tell him that I miss him?

This is a worthless idea, a ridiculous notion that Thomas would want to talk to me now. I should leave now and get out of the rain before I become seriously ill and bed ridden by my father. The rain has drowned my skirts, my hair clings to my face. This was a fool's errand. I turn trying to swallow my embarrassment and resentment towards myself when I hear a door open. Shit. I refuse to turn and see if it’s Thomas’s and hope that it-

“Audrey Rose?”

Shit. of course luck would abandon me to this. I don't know what I expected to find when I turned back but it was not this. Thomas, my devilishly handsome friend, stands in his doorway eyes completely transfixed on me. We stand staring, the only sound surrounding us is the pouring rain and my own heartbeat which has amplified its sound so all of London can hear my fear. My anticipation, love and heartbreak and guilt. Words flood my mind but none surfice what I need to tell him and I open and close my mouth like a gaping fish. I’m sure the rain is helping reinforce me looking like such a fool. My mind repeats what an idiot I am and I begin to turn to save myself from further embarrassment.

“Come inside?” Thomas's voice fills the whole street, it sounds slightly panicked, as though he doesn't know what to say. I don't blame him. I showed up uninvited at his flat and haven't managed to look like a functioning human yet I debate leaving, even if I want to stay, but just as I make a step to leave I hear a broken please.

Once again we stare at each other, there are so many words between us that I consider that there isn't a right one to start with. Perhaps his ‘please’ is an effective start. It certainly captured my attention. The rawness of the plea makes me nod and walk towards him. I want to believe Thomas has missed me, that I meant something, but if that is the case, he should be more mad at me. So why invite me in? Why bother?

“I saw you out the window and,” Thomas begins as I stop in front of him and wait in case he changes his mind, “I thought I was crazy at first but when I realized it truly was you I thought I'd save you, just like old times.”

His tone is bittersweet, I wince because I am the reason it has a bitter-ish undertone laced with a hint of grief.

“Save me?” I look around slightly confused, there is no assailant chasing me, no murderer on my tail as far as I knew so what is he saving me from? My own mind, because in a way he has, or at least might.

“The rain. I know you hate the cold and no one wants to stand in the rain so,” he moves from the door and gestures inside. I look down at my dress, completely full of water and wince again.

“As you might guess, the rain has now used my dress as a sponge so if I enter your flat I will ruin it.” I take a step back, it is coward-ish but I can't ruin anything else for him, even if it is only water damage. It won't be the worst thing I've done to him.

“Wadsworth, just get inside.”

His flat is warm and makes me notice how cold I truly was. Immediately I begin shivering as Thomas gets towels, blankets and anything to warm me up.

We sit across from each other, I'm wrapped in blankets and holding onto a mug of coco for dear life as Thomas sits with one hand on his and the other tapping on his armchair. The silence is not as bad as I expected but it was never awkward silence that Thomas and I shared. Which reminds me of Thomas's previous words.

Just like old times.

Except not like old times at all. I have to say something soon and again there is no right way to start this. Sorry will not suffice or fix it, but it is still necessary. Hopefully it will mean something at least.

“I know this is unexpected and probably unwanted and it has been awhile since we spoke but,” I chance a glance at him and he is staring at his mug with an unreadable expression, I've no idea where I'm going with this speech but if I can get him to at least look at me it will be worth it, “but I've missed you and I've had time to reflect on my mistakes.”

“Wadsworth, I've missed you more than I want to admit. I spent everyday waiting to see if you would come back but now you’re here…”

He trails off, leaving me to guess what he is thinking, which is always difficult, but add my paranoia I can only expect he wants me gone. However, I wait in dreaded silence for him to collect himself and speak his mind.

“You’re here and I've no idea what I want.”

We both consider his words, it seems we are still both atrocious at understanding our feelings.

“I've figured out that I want you in my life in some way, any way, and that I was tired of running, of pretending and hiding. I was afraid, before, of what we were and even if we can never go back to that I- I guess I am not going to conform to my fear anymore.”

“I lost my mind when you were gone. I thought I had somehow pushed too far or interpreted things wrong, perhaps I had, but coming here and saying you missed me doesn't fix everything.”

“I understand the fear, Wadsworth but we were partners, no secrets, remember?”

He finally looks at me and I wish he hadn’t. His dark brown eyes pierce my already fragile heart. “I know.” I whisper, looking at my cup.

Once again I whisper I know. I knew this would only be the start of fixing things and I was grateful he was even letting me try.

“I know, no secrets,” I look at him and brace myself to confess my thoughts, “I am a fool for running, I know that now, but at the time I felt trapped, not because of you but what you represent, in a fashion, change does not come easy, but you made it feel so easy I hadn't realized the change and I had convinced myself long before you nothing was easy or fair. I was the difficult, unfair one, and I will forever be sorry, Cresswell, I would like to make it up to you but I understand if-” I let out a breath and attempt to say, if you don't want me to but I can't. It is selfish but I desperately want to make things right.

“No secrets,” Thomas says, almost to himself as he quickly stands then takes the seat right next to me, taking the coco and setting both mugs down. “You are a little insane Wadsworth,” he says with a hint of a smirk and I let the comment slide just because of that smirk, “We cannot change what has happened or fix it as quickly as we would both like but I've missed you too much to be mad. In the future we should be better at this, both of us. I never told you how petrified I felt either. My adoration of you caught me off guard. I thought I had some disease, much to Dacina’s amusement, and I considered running too but you were, are, intoxicating.” Thomas smiles at me, full of promise that I smile back. He is offering a truce of sorts through his own truth and I can't help but imagine Thomas trying to explain his feelings to his sister.

“No secrets, no running.” I offer back and he nods, taking my hand in his and absentmindedly making shapes as we sit in silence. Just like old times.

Except I ruin it with my shivers. I was so focused on Thomas I forgot I was still damp and cold.

“You know, skin to skin contact is the most efficient way of warming up, I wouldn't want you catching hypothermia when there is a simple solution.” he says, smirking fully and I roll my eyes despite my huge smile. There is the Cresswell I fell in love with.

“Scoundrel.” I remove my hand from his and place it under the blankets and nestle further back.

“I am indeed, but also a gentleman. You’re staying here till it's stopped raining. You can have my bed if you want, or the sofa. I can find some fresh clothes and dry your dress as much as possible.”

Thomas leaves the room too fast for me to formulate a sentence so I sit and mull over what has happened. It will not be like before, we have those elements but mixed with something new. I expected to fear that, but found myself excited instead. Thomas returns with a pile of clothes and sets them by me but i make no move to get them. I have only just gained some warmth and even though sitting in wet-ish clothes will be worse, I can't make myself move.

“Can you sit with me please? For a bit, then you can use your bed. I've imposed too much so the sofa is fine, thank you.” I watched him sit back in his chair and smile slightly. I missed all his little mannerisms, how he immediately sets his arm out ready to tap if he needs to. How his hair flicks down. I decide I much prefer his messy hair than neat. There is a softness to his features now that wasn't there when I first saw him tonight. He also looks tired and I consider that I should have picked a better time. Thomas is too kind to comment on that fact.

“You are not imposing Wadsworth. I will happily sit with you all night if you wish and thank you for coming. Albeit the timing is bad, you could have waited for better weather to prevent any illness but- I'm glad you came. I wanted to see you but I thought I was a coward and didn't want to face you if you didn't want to see me.”

His words hit me like a knife in the gut. We were both afraid, both controlled by our own insecurities that we both nearly never got to this stage. It is laughable at how ironic it was. Thomas and I were both convinced the other would not want to see us.

“You are right, we do need to be better,” I say and he looks over at me, “tomorrow, weather permitted, would you like to go to breakfast with me?”

“I'll make breakfast and if weather permits I'd be delighted to go to lunch with you.” Thomas tries to stifle a yawn and I ignore the tug of uneasiness that is screaming. This is too easy. Instead I lean my head back and revel in it, commit Thomas's adorable yawn to memory and agree to tomorrow's plans.

“You should go to bed Cresswell, we seem to have a long day planned tomorrow and i need to get out of my wet clothes.”

“Do I need to reiterate my method of warmth?” He asks.

“Need I reiterate what a scoundrel you are?”

“Yes, I enjoy your slight blush when you say it.”

“Goodnight Thomas.”

He stands and I watch him stretch slightly, walk so that he is facing me. Then he reaches and presses a kiss to my temple. “Goodnight Audrey Rose.”

The kiss lingers, a phantom touch that stays with me all night. Warms me enough to hold onto the hope that Thomas and I will be okay. Our spark will reignite just as, if not more, intensely than before.

@fangirling-again @kittycat2187 @goatahoan @city-of-fae @the-hoofflepooff @ink-insomnia @purplecreatorhorsewagon @boredbookwormgirl @goddess-of-writing-wars @lovecakeandmore @yikesitsmaddie @loveyatopluto @bookscressworth @androgynousdeputylawyershoe @fandomtakeover @throneoftsc

#sjtr #hpd #efh #ctd #btdp #cressworth #audrey rose wadsworth #thomas cresswell #thomas #audrey rose #wadsworth #cresswell #kerri maniscalco #i have just finished kingdom of the wicked and im making the wise decision to re-read efh and then ctd #how you get the girl

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thisweekingundamwing · 3 years ago

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This Week in Gundam Wing 23-29 May 2021

I’m so on the ball with this lately... >_> Sorry. Here’s this week’s roundup! May 23rd - 29th!

Remember to give your content creators some love! Be sure to join in on the events at the bottom! And remember to send in any new works you see or make next week!

~Mod Hel

Fanfiction/Snippets/AU Ideas:

@bobo-is-tha-bomb

The Preventer Calendar https://archiveofourown.org/works/31561295

Gen, Reader, Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, Trowa Barton, Quatre Raberba Winner, Chang Wufei, Zechs Merquise, OC - Character

Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply, Humor, Partial Nudity, Reader-Insert, Nudity, A teeny hint of TrowaxReader, Rating because of some gratuitous nudity on Trowa's side

Twelve models, twelve shoots, twelve different locations in the Ardennes, and all of it in two fucking days. Because Preventer couldn’t spare you their agents any longer than that.

Why had you agreed to do this project again?

It's all for the arts.

boxofhatebrains

Helping Hand https://archiveofourown.org/works/31620146

M/M, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

Explicit, No Archive Warnings Apply, Light Angst, Comfort/Angst, Minor Injuries, Implied/Referenced Blow Jobs, Not Gundam Wing: Frozen Teardrop Compliant, after series, Flirting, Not Beta Read, slight reference to Episode Zero, Swearing

Duo realizes that Heero comes around whenever he damn well feels like it. They’ve been in contact for the last seven years after the Mariemaia incident, but generally at Heero’s own whim. Duo stays in the same place, it’s Heero who gravitates.

This time is no different.

@duointherain

Silent Menace https://duointherain.tumblr.com/post/652120818915115009/fic-silent-menace-11

1x2x1

Warnings: Mute Duo. Drugged and injured Heero.

Une always had the dark side of the job. She’d let others give out goodness, but bad news she owned herself. Duo had come to the conclusion that she was trying to take responsibility, trying to be a decent person. He could vibe with that.

@lifeaftermeteor

Touched by the Stars (Ch. 7) https://archiveofourown.org/works/26314657/chapters/77885468

M/M, Chang Wufei/Duo Maxwell, Chang Wufei/Heero Yuy, Trowa Barton/Chang Wufei, Chang Wufei/Quatre Raberba Winner

Explicit, Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings, thar be porn, Dubious Consent, Aliens, Alien Abduction, Alternate Universe, mention of MPREG, everyone takes a turn with Wufei, alien anatomy and interesting dicks, Tentacles, Monster Boys, Slime, Double Cocks, Cum Inflation, Knotting, Oral, multiple dicks, Xeno, Spitroasting, Oviposition, Body Modification, Polyamory, Unbirthing, Triple Penetration, Cervical Penetration

University instructor Chang Wufei didn't even believe in aliens, much less intentionally attract their attention. But that doesn't mean much when they decided he'd be the ideal final mate for their group and scoop him off of the planet to take home to their queen. Enjoying him on the trip there, of course.

@noirangetrois

Of the Sea (Ch. 10) https://archiveofourown.org/works/12749670/chapters/78205124

M/M, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply, fairytale my way, Meroctopus!Dorothy, Slow Burn, Multi POV, POV Third Person Limited, merman au, MerMay, Fantasy Politics, mentions of abuse, Unnatural November

Heero Yuy will soon be reaching the age of majority, at which time he will ascend the throne of Wingaria. Before such time, he must needs choose a bride. But what if there are no good choices? What if someone else has captured his heart?

The Story of Wrong (Ch. 8) https://archiveofourown.org/works/13849020/chapters/77856332

M/M, Duo Maxwell/Heero Yuy

Explicit, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Duo POV, Angst, Drama, Tragedy, Spoilers, very dark, Heero and Duo don’t die, I promise, Yaoi, slowburn, Mental Instability, Mental Health Issues, Mental Breakdown, If those are in any way an issue for you then go ahead and skip this, Eventual Smut, VERY eventual, this is mostly canon-compliant but I’ve changed a couple things here and there

Duo recounts his experiences during the war in order to explain… well, why he was wrong.

simulacraryn

love me like (tomorrow we’re) stardust https://archiveofourown.org/works/31458119/chapters/77811359

M/F, Treize Khushrenada/Lady Une

Treize Khushrenada, Lady Une, Original Characters, Hot Dog (gundam wing)

Explicit, Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Angst, Near Death Experiences, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, unredeemable villain, Sex, Smut, consent is fucking sexy, Spoiler: He wore the Astro Suit at last!, Newtypes (Gundam Wing), no predators or prey here, intact brains

The World Nation would face off against the White Fang to bring about an end to all conflict between the Colonies and Earth. The plan had called for the bitter end of the last bastion of the old regime, Treize Khushrenada. However, as with every play on the stage of war, the actors have chosen to adlib. Effectively throwing the course of history off the rails, the director finds himself faced with a new road to choose.

@zaganthi

Jiu Jie https://archiveofourown.org/works/31413956

M/M, M/F, Duo Maxwell/Quatre Raberba Winner; Treize Khushrenada/Quatre Raberba Winner; Treize Khushrenada/Duo Maxwell; Duo Maxwell/Hilde Schbeiker

Explicit, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Relationship Negotiation; Polyamorous Character; Quatre Raberba’s Uchuu no Kokoro | Space Heart; Aged-Up Character(s); Newtypes (Gundam Wing); Past Relationship(s); Jealousy; Awkward Flirting; Bathing/Washing; Cuddling & Snuggling; Museums; talking about feelings; Psychic Bond; Dealing with exes; Ex Sex; Colonists exploring earth

Hilde waved goodbye as she left and Duo went to look for Treize and Quatre. What the hell was wrong with him. His body seemed to be saying yes but his mind was definitely not in that space at all. What the everlasting hell was going on. He wanted to see her again but why?

Treize passed him a picture of tree frogs, apparently feeling the confusion as Duo half jogged through the aquarium to catch back up. What the hell. Just what the hell.

It took him a while to get there, but the moment he got close, Quatre saw him, beamed a happy smile and the link opened up with a rush and he was surrounded again in emotional warmth. It was addictive and a relief, and there wasn’t, there wasn’t any recrimination from either of them. Just run off and see an old flame, it’s cool, we’ll be here when you get back vibes.

Lebensmüde https://archiveofourown.org/works/31413278

M/M, Duo Maxwell/Quatre Raberba Winner; Treize Khushrenada/Quatre Raberba Winner; Treize Khushrenada/Duo Maxwell

Explicit, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Aged-Up Character(s); Quatre Raberba’s Uchuu no Kokoro | Space Heart; Newtypes (Gundam Wing); Preventers (Gundam Wing); Cameos; Therapy; Aftermath of Torture; Aftermath of Violence; Rape Aftermath; Physical Disability; Gratuitous Smut; Psychic Bond; Psychic Abilities; Domestic; Injury Recovery

Treize remembered the discussion of gunpowder residue on his head; it was one of the things John had been livid about after everything, and unable to explain any more than Treize had at the time. Seeing it written down… was something else. Treize closed the book over his finger, gently tapping it on his thigh as he looked up at Quatre.

“The first hot chocolate of the season,” Quatre said sitting down next to him, comfort flowing over the link. “I really wanted something sweet.” He paused. “I can feel something is…oh.” He noticed the book in Treize’s hand.

“Adding to the list of things we need to probably talk about,” he said quietly, contemplating it as he reached with his other hand to take the cocoa. “Have you written everything up?”

Fanart/Crafts/Photo Manips:

@2pcbart

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31618103

Recollect - Trowa/WuFei, comic style

@alphaikaros

https://alphaikaros.tumblr.com/post/651358650733150208/little-angry-boi

WuFei Chang, fanart

@bettertasting

https://bettertasting.tumblr.com/post/652303436314017792/something-spicy-for-the-dash-im-really-digging

Heero/Duo, fanart, nsfw

@bobo-is-tha-bomb

https://bobo-is-tha-bomb.tumblr.com/post/652089738925359104/%F0%9D%98%9B%F0%9D%98%A9%F0%9D%98%AA%F0%9D%98%B4-%F0%9D%98%AA%F0%9D%98%B4-%F0%9D%98%97%F0%9D%98%B3%F0%9D%98%A6%F0%9D%98%B7%F0%9D%98%A6%F0%9D%98%AF%F0%9D%98%B5%F0%9D%98%A6%F0%9D%98%B3-%F0%9D%98%9E%F0%9D%98%AA%F0%9D%98%AF%F0%9D%98%A5-%F0%9D%98%A4%F0%9D%98%A2%F0%9D%98%AD%F0%9D%98%AD%F0%9D%98%AA%F0%9D%98%AF%F0%9D%98%A8-zechs-merquise

Tallgeese, gunpla

https://bobo-is-tha-bomb.tumblr.com/post/652448694036316160/sd-wing-gundam-ew

Wing, gunpla

@judaru

https://judaru.tumblr.com/post/651257960922857472/im-20-years-late-but-ive-been-reading-a-lot-of

Duo Maxwell, fanart

@keiko1183

https://keiko1183.tumblr.com/post/652327422940807168/completed-with-pencils-might-be-doing-the-acrylics

Trowa/Quatre, fanart

@not-so-dead-fandoms

https://not-so-dead-fandoms.tumblr.com/post/651085636504272896/mermay-01

Heero Yuy, fanart

https://not-so-dead-fandoms.tumblr.com/post/651494132071661568/mermay-02-duo-as-a-betta-fish-merlad

Duo Maxwell, fanart

https://not-so-dead-fandoms.tumblr.com/post/652283083819810816/mermay-03-of-course-i-made-trowa-a-clownfish

Trowa Barton, fanart

@pineappleglazedham

https://pineappleglazedham.tumblr.com/post/651759824584966144

Trieze/Une, fanart, fanfiction, playlist

Photosets/Gifsets/Screenshots/Manga Pages:

@clair-audients

https://clair-audients.tumblr.com/post/652114120696594432

Wing & Altron, gif

@disturbed02girl

https://disturbed02girl.tumblr.com/post/617456995130294273/thoughtful-quatre-thursday

Quatre, manga page

@meggie-stardust

https://meggie-stardust.tumblr.com/post/652350439669547008/same-energy

Epyon is an icon.

Fandom Discourse:

@bobo-is-tha-bomb

https://bobo-is-tha-bomb.tumblr.com/post/651423437954433024/a-homage-to-the-reader-insert

Reader Insert Homage

@cuteciboulette

https://cuteciboulette.tumblr.com/post/652076342033170432/shinigamis-coming-to-town-d-duo-just

Duo Maxwell, doujinshi

Quotes:

@incorrectgundamwingquotes

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/652102805897805825/in-the-groupchat-trowa-why-tf-do-we-have-20

Trowa & WuFei

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/652356366558806016/heero-yeah-but-as-far-as-plans-go-this-is-not-a

Heero & Quatre

https://incorrectgundamwingquotes.tumblr.com/post/651830976331251712/duo-gesturing-to-heero-dont-worry-weve-got-an

Duo, Heero, & WuFei

Calendar Events:

@gundamzine

Rhythm Generation 2021

Meet the Mods: https://gundamzine.tumblr.com/post/636708854145613824/come-on-over-a-meet-your-2021-zine-mod-team-head

Check out the blog for the Zine schedule!

@gundam-wing-pride

Gundam Wing Pride 2k21 https://gundam-wing-pride.tumblr.com/post/648237909672083456/incoming-transmission-faq

A Beautiful Rainbow of Prompts https://gundam-wing-pride.tumblr.com/post/649898271517573120/a-beautiful-rainbow-of-prompts

@gwartserver

Month of WuFei https://gwartserver.tumblr.com/post/649995521569767424/month-of-wufei

Shooting Stars (online convention) https://gwartserver.tumblr.com/post/650013463432888320/once-upon-a-time-lifeaftermeteor-and-myself

@gwcocktailfriday

Cocktail Fridays!

Post responses on Friday, during Happy Hour between 3 & 5 pm in your own timezone.

Here’s the prompt for Friday, !

In need of Summer/Fall(Autumn) prompts!

(I’ll um... fix these when I have time to find more prompts.)

@gwlemonyshenanigans

May 23rd’s Submissions https://gwlemonyshenanigans.tumblr.com/post/651999227800600576/may-23rd-submission

May 24th’s Submissions https://gwlemonyshenanigans.tumblr.com/post/652131130827571200/may-24th-submissions

May 25th’s Submissions https://gwlemonyshenanigans.tumblr.com/post/652252350922342400/may-25th-submissions

May 26th’s Submissions https://gwlemonyshenanigans.tumblr.com/post/652312096032342016/may-26th-submissions

May 27th’s Submissions https://gwlemonyshenanigans.tumblr.com/post/652433653693136896/may-27th-submissions

May 28th’s Submissions https://gwlemonyshenanigans.tumblr.com/post/652434486286548992/may-28th-submission

May 29th’s Submissions https://gwlemonyshenanigans.tumblr.com/post/652648408588353536/may-29th-submissions

Friday Spotlight! https://gwlemonyshenanigans.tumblr.com/post/652439213602684928/the-lastspotlight-friday

@oztober-rust

Welcome to Oztober Rust

We’re an up and coming Gundam Wing event with a slight twist! This page is still a work in progress, but you’re welcome to join us over on discord and get a feel for the event.

Have discord, will fan. https://oztober-rust.tumblr.com/post/647568110262566912/i-see-a-nice-and-steady-following-we-do-have-a

@seasons-of-gundamwing

Summer Event Voting https://seasons-of-gundamwing.tumblr.com/post/646220556727877633/seasons-of-gundamwing-okay-wingers-its-time-to

@thisweekingundamevents

Events Calendar https://thisweekingundamevents.tumblr.com/post/644080386309275648/events-calendar-update

If you are hosting an event currently, or are planning on one, hit us up with links and dates! We’ll add them to the Calendar and reblog your notices to get the word out!

#Gundam Wing #This Week in Gundam Wing #Weekly Roundup #23-29 May 2021 #(it's late again... but not as late as my last one)

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darks-ink · 4 years ago

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Pulse - Ectoberweek 2020

Another day, another AU from my ideas file. Warning for general Accident-related spookiness. Also look it’s the fic where I let my followers decide if I was gonna write Tucker POV or Sam POV.

Rating: Gen Warnings: - Genre: Friendship Words: 2,395 Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Ghosts

[AO3] [FFN]

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“So,” Tucker said, before falling silent. Hoped to prompt one of the others into speaking up instead.

“So,” Danny echoed. “What happened?”

“Why are you asking us?” Tucker flailed upright so he could look at Danny. “You’re the one who went into the Portal!”

“Well, yeah, but—” He gestured vaguely. “You two are acting weird. What happened after the Portal turned on?”

“What, you don’t remember?” Sam leaned forward, frowning at Danny.

Danny scoffed. “Obviously not.”

How could he not remember? That he’d come out of the Portal looking like he’d died, like the perfect image of a ghost? “Dude, you’re joking, right? How could you not have noticed?”

“Noticed what? Come on, just tell me!”

“He really doesn’t remember.” Sam reached over to tug on Tucker’s leg. “Tuck, what if it’s like a possession thing?”

“It’s not a possession thing,” Tucker dismissed immediately. “What kinda possession would change the host into a ghost as well. It’s just…” He trailed off.

Danny made a face. “I don’t think I like where this is heading. What do you guys mean, a possession thing? What happened, seriously?”

Honestly, Tucker didn’t think he could explain. And based on the look Sam was throwing him, neither could she. Still, he cleared his throat and tried. “Well, it was just… weird, y’know? When you came out of the Portal. You weren’t really yourself.”

“Your colors were all weird,” Sam continued at Danny’s quirked eyebrow. “Your suit had gone black with white gloves, your hair was crazy pale, and your eyes had gone green. And,” she flapped her hand, “there was also the fact that you glowed.”

“I… glowed?” Danny repeated, slowly and questioningly. “What, like a ghost?”

“Exactly like a ghost,” Tucker confirmed, crossing his arms and staring at Danny. He looked just like he always did. Warm and fleshy and not at all like what they’d seen just before. “And the way you were looking at us, you’d think that you didn’t recognize us. Either of us.”

“Weird.” Danny frowned, one hand closing around the wrist of the other. Almost like a nervous gesture, except one that Danny had never shown before. “I don’t… remember any of that. But clearly it went away. Right?”

“Yeah, no, exactly.” Tucker nodded quickly, uncrossing his arms so he could mimic an explosion. “There was a flash of light and then suddenly, there you were again. Back to normal.”

Danny hummed. “I… think I remember the flash of light? Maybe. But I thought it was the after-effects of the Portal.”

“Who knows, maybe it was.” Tucker shrugged, mentally crossing his fingers and hoping to god it was. “A one-off caused by the ectoplasmic exposure, or whatever.”

“We’ll need to keep an eye on it anyway,” Sam pointed out, shifting her eyes from Tucker back to Danny. “It might not happen again, but we don’t know what that was, let alone what kind of effects it might’ve had.”

“Right.” Danny nodded, once, strongly. “You two are here for the rest of the weekend anyway. We’ll see after that.”

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The rest of the day passed by normally, and briefly, Tucker entertained the hope that it really had been a one-off. But during the night he woke to a bright flash of light, and lo and behold, there was the ghostly version of Danny again.

“Man, really,” he grumbled, rubbing the heel of his hand over his eyes to try and get the grit out. “You’re bright as hell, dude, couldn’t you have done this during the day?”

Danny’s glow brightened in response, his vivid green eyes narrowing in a frown. “I’m sorry?”

“Sure don’t sound very sorry.” And he didn’t. Mostly, he just sounded very confused. “Go wake up Sam, will you? If I’m suffering we all are.”

A slow, almost deliberate blink was his response, before Danny turned away to look at Sam. He shifted closer, his gaze wandering back to Tucker. Then, still watching Tucker, Danny stretched out his leg and kicked Sam in the shoulder.

Sam grunted, hand swatting at Danny’s leg. “I will kill you.”

“Um,” Danny said, pulling his leg back towards himself. And then continued pulling himself away from Sam, actually lifting off of his bed entirely, until he floated a foot or so above it.

“If you fall I’m not gonna catch you, dude,” Tucker told him, even though he probably would try to catch him, if Danny had gone high enough that he might hurt himself. Still, he didn’t need to know that. “Do you even know what you’re doing?”

“Yeah?” Danny turned to frown at him again. “Yeah, definitely.” He sounded plenty convinced, too.

Didn’t sound nearly as confident when Sam grabbed his arm suddenly, lunging up from the floor where she had been lying. Danny yelped, tugging himself free with a bout of something which Tucker was sure was ghostly intangibility.

“Alright, that’s cheating,” Sam claimed, opening her hand, still holding it out in Danny’s direction. “Give me your hand.”

“Why?” he asked her, slowly moving the hand back in her direction, eyes narrowed. They glowed brightly in the dark of the room. “What’re you gonna do?”

She snatched his hand up, fingers burrowing past the hem of his white glove. “Checking something.”

Oh. She was… oh.

“No pulse,” she reported, before moving her fingers to tug on the edge of Danny’s glove. “And this seems to be part of his body.”

“Well,” Tucker said, before pausing to swallow past the block in his throat. “I guess his pulse will come back when he goes back to normal? He seems pretty ghostly right now.”

Sam hummed, pinching the sleeve of Danny’s jumpsuit, ignoring the look Danny was throwing her way. “The clothes is a ghost thing too, I think. The Fentons always claimed that their shapes were simple and only had one layer, or something like that.”

“Right, yeah, I remember that.” Maybe they should’ve looked into the whole ghost thing a little more. Danny was looking very much like a ghost right now, and Tucker kinda wished he knew more.

Like if his friend was gonna be okay.

“I don’t understand what’s happening,” Danny said, flat and a little hopelessly. He jangled the arm Sam was holding, but didn’t seem very intent on throwing her off.

“Welcome to the club,” she said with a snort, pinching him again. “You don’t feel this?”

“No?” Danny frowned at her, utter confusion clear on his face. “Am I supposed to?”

“Something here seems weird,” Tucker commented. He paused. “Weirder than it already was. Danny, man, what is up with you?”

“Who, me?” Danny asked, twisting around to look at Tucker again. “I really don’t know what’s happening.”

Sam paused, releasing her pinching grip but still holding on to Danny’s arm. “Danny, what are you saying?”

“Danny?” he repeated, tone questioning. “Why are you calling me that?”

Tucker felt his heart stop. He stared at Danny, incredulously, but there wasn’t even the slightest hint of joking.

“Because… it’s your name?” he managed, feebly, not looking away from Danny. “You’re our best friend, Danny Fenton. Don’t you remember?”

The ghost of his best friend blinked at him, then at Sam. “I… no? I don’t remember anything.”

“Sooo… About the Fenton’s theory that ghosts don’t remember anything,” Sam said, voice quiet. Uncharacteristically shaken. “I mean… Before, Danny didn’t remember this either. It’s like… two separate states?”

“Oh, yeah, I remember now!” Danny exclaimed, still looking at Sam. “I saw you two earlier, briefly! But then light flashed, and now I’m here.” He looked around, curiously. “Where is here?”

Well, way to drive the point home, buddy. “Okay, so. The accident made it so that he’s, what, both human and ghost, and the two states just kind of switch around? Fuck, Sam.”

“I know,” she hissed back, cautiously releasing Danny’s arm. “Stay in your room, okay Danny?” Seeing him frown, she added, “That’s this room. Stay in this room, okay?”

“Sure,” he agreed easily, floating off to peer at some of the decorations Danny had in his room.

“Do you think we should tell his parents?” Tucker asked, scooting closer to Sam, keeping an eye on Danny. Or, Danny’s ghost, he supposed, since they apparently weren’t the same person. “I mean, if this starts happening more… He won’t be able to recognize them, or convince them of being Danny.”

Sam made a face. “Yeah, but… I dunno, Tuck, what if they try to hurt him? Experiment on him?”

They watched Danny poke around in his own room for a moment. Quietly, Sam continued, “Maybe he can hold it off. He didn’t shift until now, right? Maybe Danny’s control slipped while he was asleep. If we tell him to be careful he’ll stay out of trouble, right?”

“I don’t know, Sam.” Tucker sighed, deeply and wearily. “I really don’t know. Man, we’re just fourteen. Why are we dealing with this kinda stuff?” He looked over at Sam’s stricken face. “I mean— It’s not our fault. It’s not anyone’s fault, okay? Don’t blame yourself. We couldn’t have known.”

“Yeah, but—”

“No, Sam. Either everyone’s to blame for this, or no one is.” He pointed at Danny’s ghost, who was now trying to peel off one of the glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling. “He could’ve refused to go in. I could’ve stopped him. His parents could’ve done a better job of locking up the lab, or the Portal, or anything. This isn’t just your fault, okay? Stop blaming yourself.”

Sam hummed, a disbelieving sound, but she didn’t protest, so Tucker would consider it a win.

Silence fell again as they watched the ghost frown at the sticky star on his hand. Then, almost hesitantly, he stuck the star to his chest.

“Man,” Tucker said, then paused when he realized he didn’t know where he’d been going with that sentence.

“Yeah,” Sam agreed quietly. Then, raising her voice some, she called over to Danny. “Hey, aren’t you tired or something? Let’s go to sleep, Danny.”

Again, bright green eyes turned to them. “I’m not tired,” he said simply. “Ghosts don’t sleep.” Then he frowned, and added, “I thought I wasn’t Danny? Not really?”

“Sorta kinda.” Tucker shrugged. “You’re like, his ghost, I guess? You don’t want to be Danny?”

“Seems confusing,” the ghost admitted, lowering himself until he floated at eye level to them. “He was Danny first, right? And I’m just his ghost. So I could be like… Phantom, or something.”

“Phantom,” Tucker echoed, dryly. “You really want to go by a synonym of ghost?”

The ghost in question shrugged. “Why not? And you said my—his—last name was Fenton, yeah? So it’s kind of a pun.”

Tucker groaned, even as Sam laughed, softly. “I should’ve figured, man. Your love for puns is immortal and undying.”

Phantom grinned at him, revealing green gums and pointed fangs, which Tucker somehow hadn’t noticed before. “Well, something had to carry over, yeah?”

“I guess,” Tucker agreed, sounding much more disgruntled than he felt. It was weird, yes, but it was also kinda nice, to see a little more Danny in Phantom. “Look, you might not need sleep because you’re a ghost, but Sam and I do. Can we trust you to stay in this room and out of trouble?”

“Of course,” Phantom immediately assured him, before pausing. “Um. What constitutes as trouble, exactly?”

“Staying in this room should be good enough for now,” Sam said, gesturing around them. “But if anyone who isn’t us comes in, or knocks… I dunno, hide? Go invisible, maybe, if you can maintain it for long enough.”

“Your parents are ghost hunters. If they see you, they’ll probably try to hurt you,” Tucker tagged on. “You look just like Danny, but they’re not gonna stop and consider that, especially if you won’t have his memories to convince them.”

Phantom’s expression grew serious, and he nodded. “Got it. Stay here, stay out of sight.”

“Try not to be too loud, as well. Making a lot of noise will probably lead to them coming here to make sure we’re doing alright.” Sam narrowed her eyes. “And we’ll be trying to sleep, and loud noises don’t help with that.”

He nodded again. “Stay here, stay out of sight, don’t be loud. Anything else?”

“If you think you’re gonna switch back to Danny, maybe try to get yourself back to the bed? But other than that, no, I guess that that’s it.” Tucker sighed, sitting down on his pile of blankets. “Good night, Phantom.”

“Good night, Tucker, Sam,” he replied, floating away a little but not taking his eyes off of them. Apparently he was curious to see what sleep meant. Great. Brilliant.

Tucker shook his head, tucking himself back into his nest of blankets. From where he laid, he could see Sam do the same.

When they both remained still for a while, Phantom lost interest, going back to checking out the room. His room.

Through squinted eyes, Tucker watched him. Phantom hadn’t even noticed that he hadn’t taken off his glasses. Didn’t know the importance of it, probably.

On the other side of the room, Tucker could see Sam watching as well. They both knew damn well that they wouldn’t get a minute of sleep, not while Danny was… not Danny. While Phantom was around.

Tucker wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting from Phantom. He seemed to follow the Fentons’ ghost rules pretty closely, except he didn’t appear malevolent in the least. Even while he thought that no one was watching him, he did as had been asked: remained in the room, remained quiet.

Admittedly he didn’t do a great job of getting himself back to the bed when he shifted back, because light flashed and Danny Fenton collapsed onto the floor with an uncomfortably loud thud, but, well. He might not have noticed it was coming.

Tucker exchanged a grimace with Sam, then both of them got up to check over their best friend. Danny was fast asleep, grumbling under his breath when they nudged him. He would probably have a bruise from the landing, but hey. Could’ve been worse.

Wrapping his fingers around Danny’s ankles, Tucker watched Sam grab Danny’s wrists, and they lifted him back to the bed. And when they stepped away, Sam nodded at him, and said, quietly, “He’s got a pulse.”

Well. Tucker certainly slept better afterwards.

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heavenlysan · 5 years ago

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Cruel Love (10)

Words: 3,5

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(Y/N’s POV)

I have to admit at first I didn’t want to drive, I’m a terrible driver my car and the FBI’s car had a lot of scratches everywhere and I didn’t want to leave San’s car the same way something tells me he wouldn’t care but I anyways drove as best as I could but keeping it that way was hard since I could feel San’s deep stare while driving, it was definitely making me blush and giving me a thousand thoughts but I tried to ignore it for as long as I could.

“You know you’re not supposed to distract the driver right?” I say with a smile, without taking my eyes off the road.

“I’m not doing anything” He teased

“You’re staring at me”

“I just think you look gorgeous with my hoodie”

I unglued my eyes from the road to look down at my body, shit I forgot I’m wearing his hoodie. “I’m sorry I kept wearing it” He laughs and I chuckle, he sounds more relaxed now but not completely.

“You don’t have to apologise to me” There’s a red light and I take advantage of that to look at him “Like ever”

San is so sweet and I can’t help but feel like shit, my initial idea was doing something good for him to release the noticeable stress he was carrying on his shoulders but while driving I got the stupid idea of taking him to the FBI and forget this beautiful fantasy ever happened. I hated myself for having that second idea so I pushed it back, really back on my mind and threw it in a trash can. Sooner or later I’m gonna have to give Irene all the updates but for now I don’t want to think about that. The light changes back to green and I get back to driving.

“You look tense princess” He says with a frown.

“Is it that obvious oh god” I ask while I touch my cheek as I feel it warming up “I’m a terrible driver” I confess ashamed.

“You’re doing great” I snicker shyly. Anyone else in the world would get nervous if the designated driver suddenly admits they’re bad at driving, why is he so calmed?

“I guess you haven’t seen my car” I say while looking at him for half a second and get my eyes back on the road immediately “But it’s okay we’re almost there"

"We can play some music and maybe that’ll relax you” I’m hesitant, I think music distracts me even more but San’s hand is already turning on his radio.

“It’s all about finding the right song” The first seconds of around twelve songs passed but none of those convinced him he was about to give up and turn it back off but then he stopped in one and smiled at me “This one is perfect”

“The Beach Boys?” Wouldn’t it be nice was playing, in the corner of my eye I saw him and he looked pleased.

“Yeah why not” He playfully asks “We can sing it together”

“What?” My eyes go wide open along with a smile “You don’t wanna hear me singing”

“It’s only for relaxing purposes princess and wouldn’t it be nice to live together in the kind of world where we belong?” He starts singing and I listen in awe, he had to be sweet, caring, handsome and have a gorgeous voice didn’t he? “Come on this is a classic I know you know the lyrics”

“Wouldn’t it be nice if we could wake up in the morning when the day is new? And after having spent the day together” I stop singing and laugh embarrassed “I can’t but you keep going”

“What? You sound perfect princess” He replies “Maybe if we think and wish and hope and pray It might come true”

He keeps singing and clapping his hands and I actually pay attention to the song and I can help but feel upset a sigh leaves my body wouldn’t it be nice if I had met San under different circumstances. I stop the car abruptly and he looks at me surprised and confused.

“I need you to cover your eyes” I say softly he looks at me with squinted eyes but does as I say.

I drive just a little bit more and he grows impatient, are we there yet? He keeps asking and I keep saying no I have to admit he sounds… Adorable.

It looks like it didn’t rain around here and that’s a relief my plan would’ve been ruined a little if it had.

“Okay we’re here but don’t uncover your eyes yet” I say and I undo both of our seat belts.

I get out of the car and a nice breeze of fresh air hits me, this is one of my favourite places so I really hope he likes this. I open San’s door and I walk behind him covering his eyes so he doesn’t cheat.

“Okay here it is” I remove my hands from his eyes and he gasps.

“The ocean?” He looks around completely amazed.

“Yeah but that isn’t all the beauty of this place look up” San does as I say and he looks like an excited child and I smile at the sight of the stars reflected in his eyes “There aren’t buildings around here and as you can see it’s pretty dark and because of that the stars are more visible. And well you see, a sweet and handsome man once told me that after an orgasm you’re supposed to see the stars but I didn’t bring you here to have sex but I still wanted you to see the stars” He looks back at me and a soft smile grows in his face making his eyes slowly desapear.

“How do you do that princess” A confused expression shows on my face.

“Do what?”

“Make my heart flutter”

I felt shivers down my spine and butterflies in my stomach. San you make my heart flutter as well I thought to myself. If someone had told me that I would be feeling this way towards San when I had just started this case I would’ve probably laughed hysterically, and if someone had told me years ago that a man was going to look at me with such tenderness in his eyes and hold me and protect me like I’m the most precious diamond on earth I probably would’ve been sad and mad at them for making such jokes.

“There’s something I want to know princess” He lays his long black coat on the sand for us to sit “I just told you I’m the leader of a big Mafia aren’t you scared or curious about it, you look so calmed”

“Well yeah I’m a little curious, but when you told me about it it sounded like you were nervous about it I don’t wanna push you or something we have plenty of time” He looks touched at my words

“We can talk about it, I trust you enough, ask away”

To be honest I didn’t want more details, the more details I had the more details Irene had. But San wanted to talk about it and changing the conversation would be plain rude.

“How did it started” I say quietly

He sighs but doesn’t look bothered by my question “I didn’t build it on my own, I had a friend and we both worked as hitmen for his grandfather, I started getting closer with him and soon he considered me his grandson too and his right hand, I stopped being just a hitman to be involved in all the things he did as well” he takes a pause to look at me “But then age started doing things to him, he realised that he couldn’t work anymore and he left the big empire he created to the person he trusted the more, at that time we all thought it would be his grandson but he gave it to me”

“Did he die” I ask

“No, he’s still alive but he doesn’t remember a thing I think he still recognises some people but not so much” He says and his voice sounds sad I guess that man is someone San looked up to.

“But please don’t think bad of me princess, I know I was a hitman but I only killed bad people, real criminals, I always did my research and I never killed innocent people—”

I cut him off by placing one of my fingers on his lips I give him a quick smile and I rest my head on his shoulder while holding is hand “You really don’t have to explain that to me” I feel his shoulder relaxing as I let out those words “And what happened after that, it must have been a lot of pressure for you”

“It was, especially since my friend got really mad at me after his grandfather picked me and not him and that’s understandable but I had no control over that, I told him we could work together and make it even bigger but he left and made his own businesses” He rests his head on mine and sighs “After that Wooyoung, Seonghwa and Hongjoong joined me I felt bad since we were long time friends and I knew they had different plans for their lives but I needed men I could trust and they needed money so we worked together, later on Yunho, Mingi, Yeosang and Jongho joined, and we build it even bigger we got deals not only here but outside the country too, like Japan, Italy, Colombia, Mexico and many more and deals with politicians as well, I have control pretty much on everything around here and outside, my old man was scared to get this out of the country but we’re careful with everything we do and it has been going well so far”

I’m left without words, knowing all of this I think I can see and understand what I thought it was his dark side. He has this job not because he wanted to but because someone trusted him. Yeah he killed people but he only killed bad people, while being a detective I’ve known cops and judges who have killed or imprisoned good and innocent people and those cops and judges don’t get the punishment they deserve all because of their high positions those people are the real criminals.

“You still don’t look slightly concerned or scared” He saids and pulls me out of my thoughts.

“You want me to be scared of you?” He laughs as he shakes his head.

“No, I just expected a different reaction”

“It’s because I don’t have or had the best lifestyle and I don’t think I’m in the place to judge you or be scared of you”

“Being a sex worker isn’t something to be ashamed of princess” I wasn’t talking about that, or me being a detective.

“It’s not that, and I’m not ashamed about being a prostitute, I was talking about my past, I think I’ve killed a man” I take a second to process why I said it and why I said it as if it was nothing.

“You think?” He looks confused.

I don’t understand why but I keep going “Do you remember I told you about me being homeless for some time” He nods “And then how a man found me, I lived with him only for a few months, but it felt like an eternity at first I thought I was in love with him he took care of me and paid for my food and other stuff but” I start trembling a little but I force myself to endure it and stop “When I saw myself in the mirror and I finally noticed all the bruises I had I realised that that wasn’t love and I had to leave that place or else I’d end up dead” His chin trembled like he’s holding back tears and that pained my heart “One night I got him drunk really drunk, when he passed out in his room I set the place on fire and I locked all the doors so he couldn’t escape and I ran as fast as possible, so fast and so much that I ended up right here, I cried so much but it felt like a cry of victory not of sadness, I stayed here till the sunrise this place made me feel safe and at peace it became my secret and favourite spot” I sigh “I never went back or tried to find out if he died or survived, I survived and nothing else mattered”

The wind and waves is the only sound, he pulls me into his lap and I wrap my legs around his waist resting my arms on his shoulders. He’s lost at words just as I was after he talked about his life.

“You don’t have to carry that on your own any longer” He said while holding my cheek and he was right, I think at this point he already knows almost everything about me and it felt so relieving letting out all the secrets I held on my own for so long, it felt liberating.

“I just told you that I think I’ve killed a man but you don’t look scared of me Sannie” His sad puppy expression changes into a small smile.

I rest on my back with my legs still wrapped around San bringing him down with me, I give him a quick kiss and as I saw him and his sparkling eyes, his dimples, his gentle touch and my heart out of control I realised something. I like him… so much, and I don’t want to keep this going fuck Irene and this mission she and the FBI can go and fuck themselves, this is the only good and real thing that has happened in my entire life and I don’t want it to end, even if I end up in jail for not following my contract I won’t do this to San he doesn’t deserve this.

“What are you thinking princess?” He asks suddenly bringing me back

“Choi San I think I like you too” His eyes go wide open and his jaw drops, he gets up from our hold and he looks like he cannot believe what I just said, he points his index finger at himself and a soft almost inaudible me? leaves his lips. “Yes you, I like you”

He runs towards the ocean with his arms open “She likes me back” He yells with happiness and excitement as the waves touch him. I run to him and I jump onto his torso, he catches me and our bodies fit so well, Lucy was right and I finally found the missing piece of my puzzle. “Princess with those words you just made me the happiest man on earth” He kisses me, slowly, his hands are on my tights lifting me and I want to stay this close for longer. His lips feel so good pressed against mine, his tongue feels so good dancing with mine.

He walks back to our spot, with me still in his arms, the moonlight covering and protecting us, this doesn’t feel like the beginning criminal and undercover detective, right now this is just us, simply as that. I lie on San’s coat him by my side, he shifts his body to lie on his side, I cup his cheek bringing him closer to me I leave a kiss on his lips a long lasting one and move on to his neck.

“Don’t do that princess or else we’ll end up fucking right here” I laugh at his words

“That’s the point” A sensual grin appears on his face, I want to feel his touch and he understands my begging eyes, his wet hair drips water droplets onto my face. He kisses me rough and I can’t understand how just a kiss gets me on fire, I feel my entire body burning. He brings his hand to my neck and trails it down down the valley of my breasts, down my stomach just with his fingertips until he stops, he lifts my dress up and I no longer feel exposed or shy in front of him.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are?” He goes back to kissing me and his hand back to my stomach right above my underwear. His touch is so slow but he knows exactly what he’s doing. His hand reaches into my panties, and a soft moan comes from my lips and I feel him smiling between our kiss. His fingers move a little “You’re so wet princess, you feel so good” he says as I moan “I love that sound princess moan for me” His fingers go faster, I feel like I’m gonna explode my hands travel to his neck and to his hair, his fingers still inside me going in circles, I bring him closer to me kissing and leaving a mark on his neck, he groans, it’s like music to my ears. “I can’t get enough of you, y/n” it’s been a long time since he called me by my name, his voice sounds raspy and deeper, filled with lust. it sounds so hot when he says it. “I want to kiss every single inch of you” He whispers. I’m hypnotized by his brown eyes staring fervently into mine. He kisses me, his lips are demanding, soft and slow, he leaves a trail of kisses down to my neck, my chest, my stomach, his fingers suddenly stopping and I wanted to scream, I want more, but then I felt something even better, his tongue, this feels like paradise. I run my fingers through his hair, I’m desperate I want him deeper inside of me.

"San please” I cried, his hands squeezing my tights, his lips felt so good, his tongue felt even better, I was moaning out of control. I look down at San looking up at me and grinning, his hair wet and pressed down on his forehead, his tongue extended, my back arched and my legs twitching, I throw my head back and I feel this huge relief. It’s almost painful yet so satisfying. I push him so he rests on his back I get on top of him taking him by surprise he took the lead for too long now it’s my turn. I wanted to kiss him forever, I kissed his neck and he loved it as much as I do. The bulge in his thin boxers growing, I reach down caressing San, Fuck he whines, my fingers go around him and I wiggle them a little. I lean down, opening my mouth I take him in, his moans are desperate and I just can’t get enough of that sound and how I’m the one provoking it, his hips rock upward to meet my mouth. I push myself further, taking all of him in, and look up at him. His eyes are rolled to the back of his head and his breathing is slow and heavy, he looks heavenly.

“Fuck… princess” he gasps my hand moves up and down on the bottom of him as my mouth works the tip. I look up at him and I love the way he is losing control because of me. I pull away teasing him, I get it inside of me all at once it’s painful but I get used to it in a matter of seconds, he wraps his arms around me, He groaned low in his throat when I started grinding against him. I moaned against his lips, his tongue swiping across my top lip biting it down as he thrusts his hips up.

Wouldn’t it be nice if we could stay here forever.

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jawritter · 5 years ago

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You and Me...

Chapter 14

***SERIES WARNINGS**** Rape, non-con, male!rape, injury, violence, description of injury caused by rape, nightmares, self-harm, panic attacks, implied female non-con, language, ass hole Jensen, hurt!Jensen, dark fic, smut. If there is anything else I will add it as I go.

***Chapter Warnings*** Smut, unprotected sex, mild panic attack, trauma-based anxiety, language probably because it’s me, angst, some fluff, I think that’s about it for this chapter.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word Count: 2597

A/N: Anyway, all mistakes are mine, please don’t copy my work, Feedback is golden. If you want to be added to the series tag list, or my tag list just let me know! I hope you enjoy this one. This is something I actually did and witness, and I realize this one might be hard to read because it is a little heavy.

Summary: It’s funny how one choice you made can change your whole life. One mistake can alter your course, and set you on a path that forever will haunt you. Two people find themselves getting through one of the hardest trials of Jensen’s life, on just one small promise. You and Me. We’ll get through it together…

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Jensen's POV:

The sound of rain hitting against the windows and deep rolling thunder pulled Jensen from his deep sleep. At first, he wasn't sure where he was, It felt like an eternity since he'd woken up in his own bed, and to be honest it felt a little foreign to him.

The more awake he became he could feel the warmth that was surrounding his body. The warmth of another person wrapped tightly in his arms. Looking down he could see Y/N nuzzled into his chest sleeping soundly.

He ran his fingers gently through her hair, moving it out of her face so that he could see her fully, enjoying the warmth of her body pressed to his. The scent of her shampoo filling his senses with each deep breath took, as her bare chest rose and fell against him. Her warm breath fanned over his throat in a way that had his body tingling under his skin. The feeling of her silky skin under his fingertip was almost mesmerizing. It was all overwhelming, and comforting at the same time.

He had no idea what time it was, but he was thankful that he'd made it through the night without those awful nightmares. He didn't know what he did to deserve her, but he did know he needed her. He needed this…

He laid there enjoying every moment, he didn't realize that he craved her contact this way, and for the first time in years, he was content. This was something he’d been missing even when he was married to Danneel, and he hadn’t even known it.

Laying here with her next to him last night really did help, and he felt like maybe, just maybe he could overcome his mind now. In fact, he was sure that he'd be able to overcome it now, even if it was a little bit at a time. Step by step. This was a big step for him, one he felt like he was making in the right direction for the first time since Supernatural ended.

He needed her.

He didn't realize it, but now that he did he couldn't imagine waking up and her not being wrapped in his arms.

The longer he lay there, playing with her hair, and touching her skin, the more his body started to respond to Y/N’s presence. It was something that honestly surprised him. It was the first time that had happened since his attack. He couldn't help the smile that spread across his face at the relief that washed over him. He decided today would be the day. He had to at least try…

Your POV:

The sound of the shower running woke you from your deep sleep. It took a moment to place your surroundings, everything was foggy, and sleep blurred as you struggled to come to grips with where you were.

The bed was cold when you reached over to see if Jensen was still asleep. He must have been up for a little while now, which explained the shower running.

Stretching your muscles you figure that you had at least another 15 minutes before he gets done in the shower. So you roll over and try to go back to sleep. You can now hear the storm rolling outside. So that tells you that neither of you will probably be going anywhere today.

You must have successfully fallen back to sleep, but it felt like you had just closed your eyes when you felt someone playing with your hair. Looking up you see Jensen laying on top of the covers next to you, hair still wet from his shower, wearing a dark green T-shirt that makes his eyes stick out more than usual, and a pair of black running shorts loosely hanging on his hips; the line of his black boxers peeking out around the waist.

How did he look that damn good first thing in the morning?

"Morning beautiful," he said when he saw you looking at him.

"Morning," you grumble, rubbing your face. His arm wrapped around you and pulled you as close to him as the covers would allow.

You nuzzled yourself into the bend of his neck, which was quickly becoming your favorite spot. The scent of his body washed, mixed with a hint of his cologne, and something that was just Jensen made your knees weak.

"Someone's in a good mood this morning,” you mumble against him, and you could feel him chuckle a little.

"Yeah, I guess I am,” he said, placing a light kiss on the top of your head. “It's pouring outside. We ain't got nowhere to be. We got all day just to ourselves,” he says, running his fingers lightly along what part of your back was exposed.

"Well, let me get some coffee, then I'll fix you some breakfast," you tell him, sitting up and holding the covers over yourself.

"S'okay. I've already eaten a bowl of cereal," he said with a shrug, sitting up a little with you, his hair sticking up at random ends. He looked good this morning, calm.

You grimaced a little. "Sorry. I should have got up while you were in the shower and made your breakfast so you wouldn't have to eat cereal," you tell him.

He laughs a little, grabbing your hand in his and playing with your fingers.

"It's okay, you deserve to sleep in sometimes too," he says, suddenly sitting up next to you, kissing you on the forehead. “I’ll go start some fresh coffee,” he winked at you over his shoulder as he closed the door behind him, giving you some privacy.

You couldn't help but smile at his good mood. It was the best one he's been in sense...well now that you think about it, you've never really seen Jensen in a good mood.

You quickly jump in the shower, throwing on some shorts and an oversized shirt. You throw your hair into a messy bun, and you make your way toward where you smell coffee coming from. You still couldn't get used to this house. It was gorgeous!

Seeing you coming, Jensen pours you a bowl of cereal and sits the milk down on the counter for you next to your coffee. "I didn't know you knew how I drank my coffee," you tell him, pouring milk into your cereal.

He sits down next to you at the bar with a proud smile on his face. "I pay attention to more than people usually give me credit for," he says, pulling out his laptop, and checking his emails, letting you eat your breakfast.

Once you were finished he put your bowel into the dishwasher for you, then grabbed you by the hand.

"Come on, according to the weatherman it's gonna be raining all day. I got something in mind," he said, pulling you into what he called the family room last night.

The room is dark except for what little light was coming from the dim sky outside through the glass french doors. He had put a bunch of pillows and blankets on the floor. The TV. was on Netflix waiting for the two of you to pick something to watch. He had really put some time into this, and it made you smile more than a little.

"Netflix and chill Jensen?" Was all you could say, making him throw his head back in the first real laugh you had ever heard from him. You loved the sight of his smile and his laugh was contagious. You could get used to seeing him like this.

"Yeah, if I'm lucky," he said, winking at you before flopping down on the floor, and patting the spot next to him; shedding his shirt before looking at you like a little lost puppy who needed it's ear scratched.

"Okay, okay," you roll your eyes, teasing him, making him laugh again as he held up the cover for you could crawl under with him.

He flipped through Netflix before you both settle on the walking dead, and he pulls you into his chest, laying on his side he started to run his fingers up and down the exposed skin of your upper thigh, causing an involuntary shiver to rip through your body.

When you felt his lips brush over your neck slightly you freeze, not wanting to scare him away, just letting him do whatever he felt comfortable doing. Finding your pulse point he nipped at you gently. You were surprised at how well he was doing this morning but afraid to jinx it.

Slowly, almost painfully slowly, he kissed his way up your jawline, finally finding your lips, kissing you sweetly yet passionately, sending sparks through your body. You really don't think he understood just how easily he took your breath away. Taking a break, he puts his forehead against your forehead, both of you are breathing a little heavily as he brings his hand to rest on your hip, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

"Babe, I think I'm ready," he said, playing with the waistband of your shorts.

"Ready for what?" you asked, more than a little confused.

He took your hand in his and slowly placed it over his already hard length covered by his shorts.

Your eyes widened in surprise, and you froze on the spot.

"Are you sure?" you ask him, searching his eyes for any sign of hesitation or distress.

"No," he said with a nervous chuckle. "But I'm willing to try. She said yesterday that this was the only thing that was going to get me better. Even if it wasn't so great the first time," he said, moving to hover over you.

You tried not to get too distracted at the way his muscles moved just under his skin with every moment he made. His tick, solid chest and shoulders cover your view of the TV completely as he places himself over you.

"Okay, if you think that's what you want to try to do," you tell him, reaching up and touching the side of his face softly.

He says nothing, just lowers his lips to yours again, placing little light kisses there as his hands explored a little more of your body. Moving his way to your jawline, finding the sensitive skin behind your ear and sucking lightly. He was being overly gentle, taking his time, not rushing himself, and you were going to let him have complete control of this situation.

He kissed his way down our neck to your pulse point and paused there for a while, pulling at the hem of your shirt, giving you the hint to shed your shirt and throw it into a nearby chair. Reaching behind your back, he quickly undoes your bra and slides it down your arms, throwing it with your shirt.

Sitting up a little more for a better view he stops and looks at your bare chest, taking his time, touching you softly, so softly that it was driving you crazy. Running his thumb over one of your nipples lightly and making it stand up for him, then moving over to the other side.

"You're beautiful," he says before he slowly puts his mouth on our nipple, sucking softly and licking at the sensitive skin there, causing your back to arch into him. Once he finally had enough there he moved over to the next one, being just as gentle as he could, taking his time, running his hand up and down your skin on your side.

Finally, he pulled at the hem of your shorts, taking down your shorts and your underwear in one smooth pull, leaving you exposed before him. He started to kiss his way down your stomach, stopping right before he got to the top of your quickly dampening folds. Taking a sharp breath he pulled his head back up to your shoulders, hiding there for a moment, burying his face in your neck, and breathing deeply.

"I'm sorry. I can't do that yet," he said, hiding his face from you. You run your fingers lightly across his shoulders, trying to be comforting but also not wanting to throw him into a full-blown flashback.

"It's okay. We'll only go as far as you're comfortable with going," you try and assure him.

Shaking his head he sits up and rid himself of the rest of his clothes.

You were surprised to find he was still hard. You thought that he'd lost steam when he stopped a few moments ago. Taking a few deep breaths he brings his lips back to the soft spot behind your ear, taking your ear lob in his teeth gently, bring a slight moan from you.

He positioned himself between your legs, already lining himself up with your dripping center. Bringing his lips to yours he kissed you again, more need presents this time, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth.

"You ready?" he asked, breaking for air, his eyes searching yours. You nodded at him, wanting him to feel like he was completely in control. So much so that you were afraid to say too much.

Slowly he slipped his full length inside you, both of you moaning against each other's shoulders. You look up at him, and his eyes were closed tightly. You placed your hand on the side of his face, letting him know it was okay, and praying this wasn’t a bad idea.

Slowly at first, he thrust into you, testing the waters, trying to see just how far he was willing to go. Quickly both of you became lost in the sensation. He was hitting your g-spot with every deep thrust, quickly pulling you to titter on the edge. Gradually he began to build speed, nearing his own end as well. Every time he fully seated himself inside you, you couldn't help but moan a little. You had been with plenty of men before, but never one like Jensen, you’d never felt so full, so stretched, and so perfectly content before. You watched his eyes roll, he was really, getting close, so much so that he was shivering slightly with each shakey thrust.

"Baby I'm gonna cum," he said, voice deep and thick and strained.

You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him close as he buried himself into your neck.

You didn't have time to respond before he came undone deep inside you, pushing you over the edge as white hot ropes of cum painted your clenching walls. Both of you were moaning loudly, pawing at whatever you both could reach, riding out your highs together.

Finally, when it was all over, he slowly pulled out of you, curling up into a ball with a very distant look on his face, shaking slightly. A single tear slipping down his face and you reach over and wipe it away. He looked at you and then pulled you to him, holding you tightly.

"I did it," he whispered against your hair.

You unwrapped him as best you could from himself, and pulled him close to you, placing a kiss on the side of his forehead as he nuzzled himself into your neck. “You did it, Jensen. You did it.”

You laid there rubbing his back trying to bring him down from whatever he was seeing, you could tell he was on the verge of a full-fledged panic attack. He was still shaking slightly. The therapist said that the first time would be hard on him. You could see that it was. Jensen likes to hide how he was feeling when it came down to it. He'd downplay it so as to not worry you unless it caught him off guard like the nightmares did. This time though he wasn’t hiding anything, all his walls were down, and finally he seemed to be letting you fully in.

Thankfully it didn’t last long before he was able to calm down and relax into your hold, wrapping his arms around you tighter and keeping you as close to him as possible.

The two of you lay there the rest of the day like that. Just enjoying each other's company. Kissing each other. Letting him explore your body with his callused hands that never failed to leave a trail of fire under your skin. Snuggling as close as you could with each other.

Deep down you hope that today he made a big step in his recovery process, not a step backward. As you watched him nap next to you, you couldn't believe this beautiful, strong, man was yours. Even if he didn't see himself as perfect, and thought he was damaged beyond repair, you wished he could see what you saw.

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smytimagine · 5 years ago

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Part III | Surprise Visitors

We get some other character’s perspectives in this chapter!

Warnings: Mild swearing

Word Count: 3,442

A/N: I’m in the middle of writing other chapters but I can’t decide, does Y/N end up with Grayson… or Ethan?!

part 1 part 2

Thank God the next day was Saturday, and although that didn’t mean a whole lot since I usually spent the day with the twins anyway, today was different.

I spent the whole night curled up in my bed watching chick flicks and ignoring Ethan’s persistent calls and texts. To be fair, I felt bad and had at least let him know I made it home safely but didn’t respond after that. It’s not like it was Ethan’s fault, he didn’t know about Grayson’s new girlfriend either, but I couldn’t tell Ethan how I felt if I wasn’t even sure how I felt.

Grayson had always been my best friend. When I moved out to LA from Connecticut the twins were the first real friends I had made. I had prior experience as a personal assistant to very wealthy CEO’s at large companies, and a recruiter had seen my resume and asked me if I was interested in a position with two clients who were social media moguls. I had no idea who the twins were when I met them, as I suppose I wasn’t their target demographic. I was 3 years older than them and had no idea what vine even was, never mind that they had blown up on the app. I guess you could say I wasn’t the trendiest teen back then.

The three of us had hit it off right away, probably because I treated them like normal people, I never put them on a pedestal. I wasn’t blind to how girls looked at them, I was even an unwilling target to some online slander from people who wanted to pin me to one of them. But it was never like that. We truly were just best friends, until now.

As I sat in my bed debating if I was ever going to crawl out of this mess of blankets and sheets, I wasn’t sure where I stood with the twins. Of course, I would always be professional when it came to work, but I now felt this awkwardness around Grayson. What was Ethan hinting at when he told Grayson he needed to tell me about his girlfriend? Why would they think I needed to know? Grayson didn’t owe me anything. Was there some kind of secret behind my back about me liking Grayson? Because certainly, I had never implied that, or at least I don’t think I did? Ethan would never go behind my back and make something like that up, so I wasn’t sure where any of this stemmed from.

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Noon rolled around and I finally pulled myself together enough to drag my ass out of bed and into the kitchen for some food. Still drowning in Ethan’s sweatshirt and a pair of PJ shorts I had thrown on.

“Well it’s about damn time,” a deep voice said from behind me

I jumped and threw my back against the fridge, I held a knife stabbed halfway through an avocado in my hand, looking towards my couch to see a mop of dark hair facing away from me towards the wall of windows

“ETHAN WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” I screamed

“We have a spare key in case of emergencies Y/N. After you texted me you were home last night you never answered any of my other attempts to talk. I was genuinely worried about you. I came over around 3 am and saw you sleeping in bed surrounded by tissues. I decided I would sleep on the couch and be here when you woke up, I didn’t want you to be alone. I texted you that, but apparently, you decided to just let your phone die. Now please, put down the knife, that avocado isn’t very threatening ” Ethan laughed as he made his way towards me.

My heart melted. Here I was wasting the day away feeling sorry for myself when this man in front of me came over just to see if I was okay and then slept here in case I needed anything. What the hell did I do to deserve him?

I didn’t say anything, I tossed the knife on the counter and walked towards Ethan, I tucked my head into his chest and felt him wrap his arms around me. He pecked the top of my head and rubbed his hands slowly up and down my back. We stood silently in the embrace for a while.

“I’m okay E, to be honest, I’m not even sure why I was so upset. I told you before there was nothing going on between Gray and me, and now it’s just proof.” I said softly

“Y/N, you may not have thought there was anything, but there was - there is. I saw it, the guys all saw it. To be honest, you weren’t the only one let down last night. After the guys left they all texted me bummed out about the whole situation. There is absolutely no one who is as perfect for Gray as you. Literally, everyone around you guys can see that”

I felt myself smile into Ethan’s chest at his kind words, it felt nice that everyone thought so highly of me. That they all thought that I was good enough for their best friend and brother. But at the end of the day, it didn’t matter. He had a girlfriend, and she wasn’t me.

I pulled away from him with his hands still resting on my shoulders. I tried to change the subject, as anything would be a better conversation than this.

“So, what should we do today Etee?” I smirked as I teased him. He hated that nickname and I knew it, but it was cute.

Ethan sighed at my use of his name, “Well, Mom and Cam are coming into town today actually, I’m supposed to pick them up in a few hours. Do you want to come?”

I loved the twin’s family. Their sister was my age and so much fun to gang up on the boys with. Their mom Lisa was the best. She was super supportive of everything the boys did and would even check up on me once in a while. My mom had never been exactly present in my life, so in a way, she helped to fill the void.

“Is that even a question?!” I asked, suddenly feeling my mood shift to pure excitement.

“I thought you might like that, we have to pick them up around 2:30, it’s going to take us an hour to get there from here, so you better get your ass in the shower because you fucking stink,” He said, pulling his head to the side implying he was trying to escape me.

“Oh, fuck you, dude. I absolutely do not stink, and even if I did, it’s your sweatshirt, which means you’re the stinky one” I scoffed at him, smirked, then turned to head down the hall towards the shower.

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Ethan POV

I watched Y/N walk away and head towards the bathroom, my eyes inspecting every inch of her body. She was perfect. She had absolutely no idea how perfect she actually was. I couldn’t stand the fact that my idiot brother had this perfect of a woman pining for him and decided to ignore her for someone else.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my brother. He’s my best friend. But he can be a real idiot. The thing is, I’m not even sure he knows Y/N is crazy for him. In fact, Y/N doesn’t even know she’s crazy about him, but everyone else knows. They are so perfect for each other it makes me want to vomit out of jealousy. Someday I want to find someone as perfect as she is, though I know it will be a challenge.

I told her my mom and sister were coming into town today, and they are. But, I might have left out the part that I called them late last night and asked them to come. I explained what happened at the fire and when they agreed to come, I booked them on the next available flight out here.

They loved Y/N as much as Grayson and I did. My mom thought of her as her own, considering Y/N’s mom wasn’t the best. She left when Y/N was little and calls her once in a while when she runs low on money. Grayson and I have been throwing extra cash into her paychecks to cover it. We told her it was a pay raise, which part of it was, but we doubled it and if Y/N knew she would kill us. She never asks for anything, never expects anything, and never tries to inconvenience anyone. Her dad has always tried his best, but he works a lot and isn’t sure how to relate to her as a grown woman. Over the last two years, she has become more of a Dolan than a Y/L/N, my whole family accepts her with open arms, and secretly hopes one day she will actually be a Dolan. Of course, none of that will happen if Grayson stays with whatever her name is.

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Y/N POV

I showered, got dressed, fixed my hair and makeup and headed back out to the living room where Ethan was half asleep scrolling through twitter. He clicked his phone screen off when he noticed I had entered the room

“Damn” Ethan whispered to himself

I could feel my cheeks blush slightly

“Uh, you ready, E?”

“I’ve been ready, the question is, are you?” he replied, trying to cover for his trip up

“I’m ready! Let’s go get these beautiful ladies so I can ditch you and hang out with some real winners” I laughed as I pulled him up off the couch.

We hopped up into Ethan’s jeep and headed towards the airport. I absolutely loved this car. He had modified it so perfectly that everything about it screamed Ethan. He turned up the radio and started bobbing his head while I pulled my sunglasses over my eyes and leaned my head back into the headrest, letting my hair blow in the wind. He looked over at me, smiled and placed his hand on my knee. This wasn’t odd for us, it was his way of letting me know he was there, but that he didn’t want to turn down his music to talk. All of which, I was okay with. I didn’t want to talk.

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“Y/N/N!” Cameron screamed as she ran up and threw her arms around me in the biggest hug. I laughed and looked over her shoulder to see Lisa coming along smiling at the two of us

“Hey gorgeous, what the heck! I didn’t know you ladies were coming into town! I usually have you guys on the twin’s schedules for weeks before you visit” I said looking between Cameron and Lisa with an excited confusion.

Both women looked over at Ethan, unsure of what he actually told Y/N, clearly not the truth, and went along with the story line.

“Oh well, we wanted to surprise the boys and didn’t say anything until last night to them about coming to visit… SURPRISE!” Lisa fibbed as she embraced Y/N in a hug while shooting Ethan wide eyes hoping she said the right thing. He nodded in acceptance of her answer.

We all got back into Ethan’s jeep, his mom and sister in the back as they had insisted I sit in front. I always felt wrong about making a parent sit in the back, but Lisa had insisted.

I suddenly felt a wave of dread wash over me. They would definitely want to go back to the boy’s house to drop off their things and say hi to Grayson. I, on the other hand, did not want to say hi to Grayson until at least Monday.

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Lisa POV

I had insisted Y/N sit up front with Ethan. She was so sweet how she always offered me the front, but I knew she needed to be next to my son more than I did right now. As we drove back to the boy’s house I watched how Ethan would smile and look at her and how she mirrored the gesture. To be honest, I would be over the moon if she dated Ethan, the chemistry between them was undeniable. I could tell from a mother’s perspective that she truly made Ethan happy, but I didn’t know if either of them actually felt that way towards each other. Ethan had always insisted it wasn’t like that and that he was pulling for Y/N to get with Grayson. I would be a lucky parent to have that girl end up with either of my sons, so if Ethan felt that way and everyone was happy, it would be okay with me.

But that’s not why we’re here.

When Ethan called in the middle of the night I panicked. No parent likes to receive phone calls from their children at odd hours of the night. He sounded very concerned about Y/N and had mentioned that Grayson screwed up. I had kind of put the pieces together and Ethan filled in the details about Gray’s new girlfriend. My heart hurt for the poor girl. As far as I knew no words were ever exchanged from her about Grayson in that way, but we weren’t blind to it. She spent plenty of time with us both here and in New Jersey and I found myself daydreaming about the days of her and Grayson having kids running around my home and sitting together on our front porch hand in hand. She was everything he had ever said he wanted in a woman. Sometimes, we can’t see two inches in front of our face, and surely this was the situation with my son.

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Y/N POV

As we rounded the bend towards the gate I was all too familiar with, Ethan gently squeezed my knee. I looked over at him and he nodded in acknowledgment that he knew this would be hard for me but that he knew I could do it. And I would.

We parked in Ethan’s usual spot and everyone hopped out. I helped Lisa grab her bag as we headed towards the front door. Suddenly it opened

“E, where the hell have you been…” Grayson’s voice trailed off as he came storming out of the house and realized Ethan wasn’t alone.

“Mom? Cam? What are you guys doing here? Y/N were they on our calendars?” He looked at me happy but concerned

“Uh… I” I started but Ethan jumped in

“No, I stayed at Y/N’s last night because she wasn’t feeling well, mom texted me while I was there that it was a surprise and we just got back from picking them up” he explained, while looking at his mom and sister for back up. The three nodded in agreement.

“Okay… wait you stayed at Y/N’s?” Grayson asked looking between me and Ethan. He really had no idea what had happened last night, and here was Ethan covering my tracks. But Gray wasn’t stupid, he knew it wasn’t normal for Ethan to stay at my house even if I wasn’t feeling well. But Ethan brushed it off and changed the subject.

“Okay, let’s get inside, I want to drop off their bags so we can show them the new tiny home,” he said. Although there wasn’t much to show them except the empty shell at this point, it got the subject off of me and away from Grayson’s questions.

The four of us walked past Grayson in the driveway as he turned to watch us. I could tell something about this situation didn’t sit right with him, but I didn’t know why. He had a girlfriend. Ethan staying at my house was no concern of his.

We walked through the door and immediately I regretted being there. I could tell she was still there because there was a woman’s bag on the side table. She spent the night

We gathered in the kitchen, deciding what to do for the evening when Grayson came back into the kitchen with her in tow.

“Hey Mom, Cam, I want you to meet someone special. This is my girlfriend Alyana” Grayson said introducing the three of them.

Someone special. The words stung my ears. I hated what this was doing to me. How the heck was I supposed to come to work every day if I couldn’t even get through 5 minutes of being here. Surely now that she’s been introduced to everyone, Grayson plans to have her around a lot more. I was going to have to handle that.

I turned my attention to Ethan who was looking at his phone, ignoring the interaction in the room. He looked up from his phone and pulled my chair closer to his so I could see the video he was watching.

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Cameron POV

Surely my brother was joking. He presented this girl to us like she was some shiny surf board he won at the teen choice awards. The fake smile plastered on her face when she said hi was enough to make me puke. I saw right through her, and I knew if I saw through her so did Ethan. Grayson might be his twin but we were more on the same wavelength when it came to stuff like this. We can both spot a faker from miles away, while Grayson has the worst judge of character of anyone I know, clearly. Considering Y/N is sitting in the dining room with Ethan while this dumb ass is flaunting a girl I could replicate off of Instagram in a second.

“Hi, I’m Cameron” I tried my best to smile.

“I know! I’ve heard so much about the famous Cam” she said

“Cameron” I corrected her.

Grayson shot me a look. He knew I was being salty, but she didn’t know me. She didn’t know anything about me. Surely we were not on a nickname basis. My family and friends call me Cam, not some bimbo who’s using my brother for clout.

“Right, Cameron” she giggled her fake giggle.

I smiled roughly and turned to go sit with Ethan and Y/N. Surely whatever they were talking about would be much more fun than what was happening here.

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Y/N POV

Cam came and sat down next to me, smiling and placing her head on my shoulder. Did she know something I didn’t? Why did that smile seem sympathetic?

“Hey, do you guys want to go down to the beach for a little while and then grab some food?” Ethan broke the silence.

“Is that even a question? I absolutely want to go anywhere but here” I laughed while nudging him with my shoulder.

“I’m in, let me go get Mom,” Cameron said

“Can we please just go the four of us?” I asked Ethan quietly. I really didn’t know if I could handle staring at Grayson and Bimbo Barbie all night. Was I jealous of her? It was surely starting to seem that way.

Ethan nodded in agreement and quickly sent a text. At first, I didn’t know to whom until a pissed off Grayson stormed into the room.

“SO FIRST YOU SPEND THE ENTIRE NIGHT AT OUR ASSISTANTS HOUSE AND NOW YOU’RE EXCLUDING ME FROM PLANS WITH OUR FAMILY?!” Grayson shouted as Ethan stood over me in defense

Our Assistant? So now that’s how he saw me? What the fuck is happening.

“We just figured you guys might want some alone time Gray, no big deal, we’ll bring you guys back food if you want” Ethan covered for me. Again

I looked between Ethan and Grayson for a minute. Them arguing wasn’t really anything out of the norm, but I knew secretly it was because of me. Over my stupid feelings and it made me feel horrible.

“It’s okay E, I don’t have to go, you guys should go out as a family. Your mom and sister just got here, you should catch up” I tried to intervene.

“Well, all I see in this room is family” Lisa chimed in looking at me square in the eye. She was not going to let me bow out that easily. Little did I know she had come here for me, not them.

“Fine Ma, then we’ll all go,” Grayson said in a chilling tone, giving Ethan a smug look.

Great so it’ll just be me, the Dolans and Bimbo Barbie . One big happy family.

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babieyangyang10 · 5 years ago

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violent ends (chapter 6)

(chapter 6)

series masterlist

genre: hunger games!au

pairings: huang renjun x oc, na jaemin x oc

warnings: kissing, language, violent deaths, fighting, angst, fluff, + nsfw

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Athena’s POV

Every night since I've arrived to the Capitol, I would go and sit out on the balcony after training. It's calming and sobering to rewind the events of the entire day.

For example, I had just finished telling Taeyong about my plans with Jaemin in private. I made sure that no one else, especially Renjun, knew what was going to happen. Of course, Taeyong wasn't too happy about me being with a boy. Or at least pretending to be with one. However, he said it doesn't matter to him, just as long as I win.

I also thought about how we were gong to be evaluated and given rankings tomorrow. Rankings, ranked from one to twelve, are assigned by the Gamekeepers to tributes, after they are given fifteen minutes to show off their best skills. These are very important, since these are televised to the public and show people who they should sponsor.

I hear the door slide open from behind me.

"You here to kill me, yet?" I joke, seeing Renjun.

"Maybe." He shrugs, sitting down beside me.

We both stare down at the Capitol below. Watching as a group of citizens are walking, having the time of their lives. For them, the games were the most excited part of their whole year.

I speak up, "They look so happy"

"If I lived like this everyday, I would be happy too," Renjun says, matter of factly, "The food. The apartments. Who wouldn't be happy?"

Frowning, I state, "I wouldn't. Do you wanna know why?"

"No, but your probably going to tell me anyway." Renjun rolls his eyes.

I wonder what he truly thinks about the Capitol and the games.

"Haven't you seen the kids from twelve? They look so small and malnourished. I would feel bad for living like that, when there are others, like them, who can't." I shake my head.

"Where'd you get those ideas from? Jaemin? They look fine to me."

I begin to throw a pebble off the roof. However, a invisible force causes the pebble to bounce back into the balcony.

"Do you know why they have that? It's so the tributes can't jump off." I try to make a point.

He plainly stated, "I don't get why they would do that."

Frustrated, I ask, "Have you ever even thought about all the things you might not ever get to do?"

"Like what?"

"I don't know. There's so many things I never got to do. You know, all the things teenagers are supposed to do. Like first kisses and love and all that stuff." I shake my head.

"Probably cause no one has ever wanted to be with you like that." He laughs at me.

Sharply, I just reply with, "Jaemin would."

"Of course," He repeats to himself, "Of course, he would."

Taken aback, I inquire, "What's that supposed to mean?"

He just shakes his head.

"Okay, fine. Then, have you ever kissed someone before, Renjun?" I interrogate.

His nose wrinkles in disgust, "Ew, how did this conversation get so long and gross?"

"Renjun, it's just a simple question." I state, nonchalantly.

"Fine," He answers quickly, "I never got the chance to. So, no."

I let out a laugh of relief, "Well, now I feel better about myself."

Renjun just shrugs, "I just don't get why it's such a big deal."

"How can you know it's not a big deal if you've never tried it?" I suggest.

He stares at me blankly. After pausing to think about my words, a little smile appears on his face.

"Lee Athena, it sounds a little like your trying to get me to kiss you right now."

My eyes widened in denial, "No. I'm really not."

He just chuckles to himself.

Without carefully considering the weight of my next words, I speak, "Although, you did say you didn't think it was a big deal."

"And?" Renjun pressures.

Out of my mouth slips, "So I guess it wouldn't be weird if you did."

He looks at me like I'm dumb, "Are you even listening to what you're saying?"

"I guess not. Never mind, then. I think I'm really tired and delirious. I'm going to bed." I quickly muster out, before practically running back into the apartment.

"Wait."

I run back into the living room and up to my own room. I really think I'm going crazy. It's only after shut the door to my room, that I realize the weight of what I just did. How messed up must I be to basically come on to Huang Renjun?

Huang Renjun!

Someone who's going to be trying to kill me in several days. I just tried to get him to kiss me, even though I'm about to have fake relationship with another boy. Which, Renjun can not know is fake. Otherwise, my whole game will be jeopardized and I could lose all the sponsors.

Knock. Knock.

"Who is it?" I play dumb.

"Lee Athena, open this door." Renjun commands, sternly.

I let him in the room, before beginning to plead with him, "Can you just for-"

Suddenly, he just quickly started leaning in.

Closer and closer.

Then, he just paused from hesitation. It was almost as if he was thinking, am I really about to do this?

However, the next thing I did was the result of no thinking on my part.

I grabbed his face and closed the gap. Oh my god, why are his lips actually so soft? This is so wrong. Maybe we shouldn't be doing this. Our lips just slightly touched for about eight seconds, before I moved away.

"Oh my god, did I really ju-"

Huang Renjun kisses me hard. This time, our lips began moving. He set a pattern and I just followed his lead. This time it felt less foreign, almost natural.

If I had to describe the feeling, it felt like I got punched in the stomach, just without the hurt. Instead, it just felt really warm. I almost felt like I could melt into a blazing inferno any second.

It was one of the best things I've ever felt in my life.

He pulls back, studying my facial expression.

"See, I was right. Not a big deal." He coldly shrugs before quickly leaving. I don't stop him, either. This is what I deserve. I'm the one who walked myself into this situation. Maybe it's better, if I just block it out of my memories.

However, as I'm waiting with the rest of the tributes to be called in for examinations, it's the only thing I can think about.

"You look like you're about to throw up. Nervous?" asks a concerned Jaemin, sitting next to me.

"Just a bit," I lie, "I really don't want to mess up."

"Hey, it's okay. I know you're going to be great." He comforts, sweetly.

A mechanical voice comes over the speakers, "Lee Athena."

"Please, just don't kill anyone." Jaemin trys to ease my fake nervousness with a joke.

"No promises." I wink before entering the gym.

I look up to see the Gamemakers, where they had watched us during training. Luckily for me, District 2 is one of the earlier groups they see first. That means, they are more awake and still excited.

I walk over to a table, where I see a large assortment of weapons to choose from. I grab multiple throwing knifes and place all of them in my left hand.

I inhale and look at the human-shaped targets in front of me. There were two targets on the head, chest, and stomach. I inhale, before I finally begin my rampage.

One target after the other, hitting with perfect precision. Even after I completely finish the target directly in front of me. I continue randomly throwing knifes, all precisely hitting the fake-humans.

I stop after there are no more knifes left. Peeking up, I see the Gamemakers clapping in awe.

Although, I'm not done yet. No, I need to give them something that they have no choice but to remember.

I return to the table and pick up an axe. I look up and gave a sweet smile to the Head Gamemaker, Seneca Crane.

Without looking at the target, I hold the axe behind my head, then throw straight at it.

Once hearing a thud, I smile in delight once I see it has hit the designated spot.

The groin.

With one last innocent smile, I make my exit.

"Oh my gosh, that was absolutely everything!" Doyoung gushed to me, sitting down on the couch.

"What happened?" asked a confused Renjun.

"I hit the target in the dick." I explained.

Doyoung cried out, "Language, Athena!"

"Oh shit, my bad. I meant the no-no square." I tease. Doyoung is one of those people who are fun to purposely stress out.

"Athena, quit bullying Doyoung." said Taeyong with a hint of playfulness. He came in from the kitchen and turned on the television. Surprisingly, I see Seulgi following him in.

There’s a small part of me that wants to score high for her. Especially, since her outfit is the reason I have gained any support so far. I really don’t want to throw away the opportunity she helped provide me.

On the screen appears the host, Caesar Flickerman. One of the things he was known for was changing his hair color for the games every year. This year, his powdered-blue hair was styled in a low ponytail.

“As you know, the tributes were rated on a scale from one to twelve, after 3 days of careful evaluation. The Gatekeepers would like to acknowledge that it was an exceptional group.

From District One, Jeno with a score of 10. Also, Haechan with a score of 9."

Those were really good scores. Although, nothing unexpected from a Career.

“Then, we have District 2. First, we have Huang Renjun with a 10.”

“Wow!” Doyoung claps loudly. Renjun just cringes at the man.

Caesar’s voice becomes more high pitched, “Then, we have Lee Athena with an 11!”

Well, I guessed they liked my little stunt. Although, I can let this go to my head. Especially, since this means I have to be prepared for a huge target on my head.

“Well done, both of you.” Taeyong praises, content.

We pay attention to the rest of the scores. Jaemin received a ten, which I know he worked hard for. Compared to the Careers, the rest of the tributes were not as high. However, this doesn’t mean they’re not as much as a threat. Many people like to use a strategy of hiding all of their talents until they step into the arena.

We all head back to our rooms. Renjun, of course, avoiding any sort of conversation with me. I lay down on my bed and sigh.

Tomorrow, everything’s going to change.

#nct au #nct smut #nct dream imagines #nct series #nct dream #renjun #jaemin #haechan #jeno #nct #nct dream smut

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thatrudeengineer · 4 years ago

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1/4/8/9/13/14/19! Split them up if it gets too long i just like bullying you

Munday stuff! | Always accepting

XDD It’s okayyyy I like your bullying! But obviously u dun know me yet x3 I don’t run at the sight of long posts. Buckle up everyone! We’re going for a ride!

1. What little things do you do special when writing your muse(s) that you wonder if anyone has noticed?

I really like this question, and yet it makes me genuinely wonder... One thing I do but which might not be apparent for people who only know me from one blog, is that I try (try being the keyword here) to change the tone of the writing to match the character. I can’t do much about my general style when it comes to descriptions, it just always comes back, but even then, I use different words depending on the muse even when outside of speech. I’d say that’s pretty subtle though, and maybe I’m the only one who can even notice that but that’s something I pay attention to haha!

Another small thing I like to do, despite writing in a mostly omniscient way, is keep strictly to the character’s pov, even if it means delivering skewed information sometimes. Again I don’t always do that, but sometimes it’s especially relevant and it makes me smile to myself.

I also like separating clearly the speech’s style from the description style, even if I like modifying descriptions a bit to fit the character, I avoid using accents of the specific way the character might be talking. That’s something you’ve maybe noticed in how I write Serik, he’s got specific turns of phrase that I pay special attention to.

One last thing is dropping hints to my character’s past or backstory that explain a current action. Just one line or two. Taken on its own it doesn’t seem much. It might even seem like it’s just a passing thought from the muse, or a reflection of the ‘narrator’ but then hopefully the full info comes out later in RP, or it’s explained OOCly and suddenly the scene can be read on a different level, however small. I like that, even if it’s not all that much, but at the very least I find it satisfying.

4. Has your muse ever gotten very emotional and ‘taken over’ for a reply in a way you didn’t expect?

Always. All the f-ing time! And honestly? That’s how I like my RP the best. Even when the muse isn’t emotional, I try to act as a channel for the character and to avoid guiding things as much as I can. Some muses are easier and louder than others (Serik is one such muse), but that’s what I try to tend towards, even if the action I’m getting from the muse might not seem IC or like it comes from nowhere. In my experience, there’s usually an explanation to that kind of intuition, even if we don’t see it yet. And stifling this tends to smother the muses for me. I prefer relying on the raw intuitive reactions I can get from the muse.

I know everyone is different but that’s what works for me. For me it’s not like I’m watching the character in the room with me or in a mindscape, but more like they’re behind me and I’m the channel and filter in a way. It’s a matter of getting into the right mindset to more or less disappear from the picture. There’s always a bit of leeway at least for reactions but usually they’re very clear to me when the muse is loud.

So when the muse gets very emotional, you can be sure they steer things their way even more. It’s led to really interesting plot-twists over the years. Some that even completely broke the plotting we’d done with the other mun. And I live for those moments. But it’s also part of why I’m increasingly wary of doing RP out of chronological order. I enjoy it immensely, don’t get me wrong, but I just know the muse will do a bad at some point. Something we didn’t expect and derail the RPs set later in time.

Okay... Okay I give XD The rest under the readmore because it’s long!

8. What are other formats you’ve written creatively in (poetry, prose, script, etc)?

I feel a bit bad but... None, really. I’ve done some poetry for school but that hardly counts. And some dabbling in “““““Fanfics”““““ with massive quotation marks because I was so young and I didn’t even have an outline of anything beyond what I was writing in the moment XD Nor did I really publish anything (and what little I might have is now lost somewhere in the depths of the internet, tho for the better really).

I don’t know if it can be called creative writing because it’s mostly drawing but... One thing I did a lot before diving properly into the RP scene on tumblr (my RP was purely in private with my best friend using pictochat before that), was make fancomics. That was my main creative outlet before RP took over. I would have full storylines scripts outlined -- I still have a bunch of them -- even if I never finished drawing a single of those comics. One of them (one of my biggest endeavours, really) is on my personal blog. It didn’t go too far but sometimes I miss doing those.

9. Do you like writing and building up background or NPC characters to your muse?

Answered [here]! :D

Short answer is yesssss, but only really when it’s for OCs and not as much for canon characters.

13. Do you like making promos?

I like the idea of making promos, but it’s a bit the same for me as graphic design. I like the idea of it, but I don’t think I’m good at that at all. I enjoy drawing art for fellow muns that I appreciate, sometimes even art that kind of dual-promotes both blogs, but actual promos? Nah. I really admire people who can, but I’m not cut out for making them.

14. Are you a big fan of AUs?

-Eyes Serik’s verses (still under-construction) page-

...

-Eyes other muses’ Verses pages-

>___>

-Sweats profusely-

Yes. The answer is yes.

19. Explain something on your blog that has a metaphorical/symbolical meaning or is a reference to something else (URL, a tag, blog title, etc)

Hmmm. I’m going to go with something extremely obscure. This blog’s URL used to be “ThatRunawayGuy” simply because that was a big part of then-Sail’s backstory before I reworked this character from the ground up. When I did though, it didn’t really fit as much at all anymore, so I had to find something else. But the ‘that’ in ThatRudeEngineer is a direct reference to the original URL.

Another very trivial thing I can explain that doesn’t even show is the tag I use for memes. “Dash Games”. It’s a common tag, nothing original. But I have a sort of inside joke with myself every time I write it down. Each time, I want to complete it as “Dash games will make you crash” but it’s too long and I didn’t want the possible confusion with a computer crash so I never used that. But just the idea of Serik playing games on his plane’s dashboard and nearly crashing because of that makes me smile every time.

#Anon #meme answer #ask reply #munday #((I kno who u are x3 u win this round -shakes fistsies-))

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aweirdkindofyellow · 4 years ago

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The Royal Invitation, Pt.15

Aerowyn Matilde George Rothchester might seem like a very long name, but it definitely is not for a royal in the Kingdom of Dalewin.

After her grandfather, the beloved king, passed away, Aerowyn (also known as Winny) is called back from her art school in New York. She’s thrown back into her royal duties, expected to know what to do.

But with the Royal advisor on tour with the new king, Winny is left to figure things out with his stepson. The only problem, he has no idea what he’s doing, after all he’s only the lead singer in a band.

Co-written story with @scream-tears.

Chapter 15

Winny’s POV:

I stared at Alex for a while. His eyes were shut and he looked asleep, I just needed to be sure that he actually was. When he didn’t even twitch after a few more minutes, I carefully slipped out of my bunk. As soon as I was standing on the floor, I checked up on Alex again, gladly seeing that he still hadn’t moved. I tiptoed over and gently closed the curtain so he could no longer be distrubed by anything that happened in the corridor.

I turned around and went to the next bottom bunk, squatting down so I was face to face with its curtain. As I learned to do, I softly knocked on the plastic board to get the attention of whoever was on the other side. However, I got no response. I rolled my eyes a little and knocked again, a bit louder, but still trying my best not to wake up anybody else around.

When I still didn’t get a response, I sighed and just yanked open the curtain a little. Jack stared back at me like a deer caught in headlights. The only light illuminating his face was coming from his laptop and he was wearing huge headphones. I raised an eyebrow at him, still waiting to get some kind of reaction. When his initial shock wore off, he moved his headphones to free one ear to listen to me.

“Everybody’s asleep!” I whispered.

He didn’t make a sound when he put away his laptop and headphones, only to poke his head out of the bunk and look left and right to see if I was correct. When he saw that I was indeed not lying, he pulled me into his bunk. I was immediately straddling him and I quickly closed the curtain before anybody would wake up and walk past.

“Come here,” he groaned and pulled me down to start a fiery kiss, immediately already tugging at my shirt.

We did our best to be as silent as possible. However, it was inevitable that occasionally a limb or another body part smacked into a wall. That bunk was barely big enough for two people to squish in, let alone to people to get it on. We managed to make it work. And it seemed like nobody had noticed anything. Or at least nobody said anything or gave us any weird looks. Not even Alex seemed to suspect a thing. He just showed up excitedly for our morning walks every day, always expecting me in my bunk.

I couldn’t believe I was saying it, but it was quite a difficult and tiring secret to keep up. Staying up late with Jack just to have to leave before I fell asleep only to have to wake up early-ish in the morning for Alex? Exhausting.

But I was having fun. I was still forever grateful that Alex had made the decision to let me come with him. Even if I was alone for a little while. There were no pressures on me here. I got to do anything I wanted. Rather than jobs being piled on jobs, I now had to actively seek if I could help out anywhere. It was absolutely magnificent.

I was wandering around the backstage area of the arena for the night while world famous rock stars All Time Low were busy doing a whole list of different interviews. You’d be surprised how many interesting things you can find in the deep dark crevices of arenas. Or they were just plain boring. There really wasn’t much of an in between.

I was walking through a hallway and past one of the dressing rooms when my name was called out. “Aerowyn!”

Without thinking twice, I turned around and entered the room, looking up to see Mark Hoppus staring right back at me. It seemed like I had just randomly and rudely walked in. “I’m sorry, I thought I heard my name.”

“Aerowyn,” he repeated.

I shook my head, realising just how big my mistake had been. I tried to act oblivious, like he was saying a word that I didn’t know. “I’m sorry, what?

“You might have been able to fool the others, but you can’t fool me,” he laughed lightly and warmly.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I continued to try and play it off.

If my identity came out, things could go horribly wrong. Maybe not necessarily in the circle of the bands on tour. But it was bound to get out. And if my behaviour or drinking and casually sleeping with Jack came out, it would be a scandal. They were pretty chill in Dalewin, but that didn’t mean everything was suddenly acceptable.

“Oh, come on, I’m not an idiot!” Mark rebutted. “A quick google search into Dalewin was all I needed. I hear about a country I never knew existed, I take time to learn about it.”

He pulled out his phone from his back pocket and tapped a few times on the screen before handing it to me. I looked down at it in my hands and saw a photo of ‘The Royal Family of The Kingdom of Dalewin’. It was a relatively old picture. I was about 16 and looked a lot younger. It was taken for my grandfather’s birthday that year. There was also a picture of the entire family, but this one was just my grandpa, my parents, Gus-Gus, and me. I was wearing some light pink dress that I could still remember to this day. My mom had refused to let me wear it, but my grandpa somehow managed to change her mind. Everybody else was wearing much more sophisticated colours.

I shrugged and went to give the phone back. “I look a bit like her, but that isn’t me.”

“Swipe to the next photo.”

I did as instructed and went to the next photo he had prepared for me. It was one of the photos taken for my dad’s coronation. Specifically one that consisted of just me and Augustus. I couldn’t even try to hide behind the fact that it just looked like me. This was a close up of us. Even the birthmark on my neck was visible.

“Okay…” I nodded. I couldn’t deny it anymore. “That is me.”

“Pretty foolproof cover,” he chuckled as I defeatedly handed his phone back.

“Well, usually it works better when I’m just Matilde George from New York with a funny accent, not Matilde from Dalewin.”

“So hiding your identity is a common occurrence, then?”

“Only when I’m in New York,” I explained and looked behind me when I heard footsteps, but it was just somebody walking past. “It makes studying there just a little easier. Nobody constantly reporting on my every move, or hoping to blackmail me.”

“You seem pretty serious about keeping it a secret.” He frowned, also briefly glancing at the door.

“If Alex were to know that you knew, he’d start forcing me to act normal again.” I sighed and tugged on my hair. “I was hoping to get away from that.”

“Normal?” He raised an eyebrow at me in amusement. “You mean to tell me you don’t usually chug beer after beer?”

“Art student Matilde does, Princess Aerowyn does not.”

“I’m assuming Aerowyn also can’t have that thing going on with Jack and Alex.”

“Thing going on?” I questioned with confusion.

“Don’t act oblivious again.”

“I honestly don’t know what you’re talking about,” I laughed awkwardly.

I didn’t consider whatever I was doing with Jack a ‘thing’. A ‘thing’ sounded way more serious. Jack and I were only having sex when it suited us, nothing else. And Alex? There definitely wasn’t anything going on there. He was one of the only good friends I had made as Aerowyn in ages. All my friends back in New York loved fun Matilde, not responsible Aerowyn.

“Alright… if you say so.” Mark gave me a very suspicious look.

Before I could assure him there was really nothing going on, Alex came rushing into the room.

“There you are! I’ve been looking all over the place for you!!” He exclaimed in relief, coming up behind me.

I looked at Mark with a hint of fear. He had the power in his hands. With just a word, he could ruin it all. Usually, my fate didn’t depend on one person so much. I was very used to having at least a little control. People did help me make choices, and I often did follow them, but I did always have the last word. Unless it was towards my parents or higher ranking royals, of course.

“Matilde and I were just discussing gardening tips with each other,” Mark quickly made up.

“Gardening tips?” Alex looked as puzzled as I tried to be earlier.

“Yep, you know, since she works with horses and stuff…”

“Ah! Right, yes.” He nodded in understanding before directing his next part to me. “I was going to go out for coffee and you’re coming with me!”

“I’m coming with you?” I challenged.

“Yeah, live a little,” he scoffed and pulled on my arm to drag me out of the room.

I made eye contact with Mark one more time and mouthed a ‘thank you’ to him. He responded with a wink and a smile as Alex continued to force me to join him.

#all time low fanfiction #Alex Gaskarth fanfiction #jack barakat fanfiction #all time low imagines #alex gaskarth imagine #jack barakat imagine #The Royal Invitation #fanfiction

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theatrelove3000 · 4 years ago

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Would and Will

I went through a phase where I loved the idea of the Avengers going out to party so I have a few that are similar. This one was written not long after Hey Baby. I also wrote smut with this one but I didn’t include it in this copy of the fic.

Background: Noelle and Loki were “Bound” by a witch in Alfheim after a battle they fought in. This means that the witch split each of their souls in half and one half switched places. Noelle has half of Loki’s soul and vise versa. They can feel each others emotions and hear each others thoughts Noelle is also Half Asgardian, half Midgardian. Her father is Tyr and her mother is of Midgard.

Summary: Noelle and Loki go out partying with the Avengers and spend the day in their apartment the day after. They even have a guest.

Warnings: Implied smut, swearing probaby, fluffy fluff fluff.

Would and Will

Noelle POV:

Loki and I are laughing hysterically as we stumble into our room at Stark Tower. He catches my arm before I fall down completely and starts chuckles at the face I make. I slip off my five inch heels and just sit on the floor with my back to the dresser and pull him to sit down with me. He is unbuttoning his shirt as I lay my head on his shoulder.

The Avengers happened to all be off duty at the same time so they decided that we must all go out and spend a little "family time", as Tony called it, together. We found a really cool bar not far from the Tower and decided to go. Loki didn't want to go, he would have preferred to sit at home and be antisocial with his books but Thor and I managed to convince him to come along. All the Avengers met in the lobby and were driven in a limo by Happy to the bar. Of course, Tony had offered to buy out the bar for the night but Pepper told him it would be good if we had some social interaction with people not on the team.

We had a blast. We drank, we danced, we laughed. By the end of the night, Steve and Nat were all over each other and at that point, we decided to take our leave. The car wouldn't start and eventually Nat looked at all of us and says, "Guys, we have saved the world how many times? We can walk the 3 blocks back to the Tower." Then loops her arm through Clint's and starts walking back to the Tower. Now, imagine a group of 12 drunk adults that are famous for their powers walking down the street, hanging all over each other. Wanda is on Vision's back, Steve and Bucky have their arms around each other, Thor has his arms around Bruce and Loki's shoulders while Loki is holding my hand, and Nat and Clint follow Pepperony. Tony and Pepper seem to be the least intoxicated of all of us and are walking arm in arm like the power couple of the century as they lead the way back to Stark Tower. All of us were goofing off and darting around like kids on a field trip and just laughed loudly the whole walk home. The only thing I can say, other than I had more fun with my friends tonight than I have had in a long time, is thank goodness we were walking back at around two in the morning because we were in no shape to deal with people coming up to us and ask for pictures.

Loki nudges me, bringing me back to reality. "Hello? Where did you go?"

"Sorry, sorry. What were you saying?"

"I was thanking you for forcing me to attend. Though I hate to admit it, I had a splendid time."

I grin and curl into his side, "I'm so glad!"

His arms snake around me and pull me onto his lap and I get slightly light headed. He laughs and wraps an arm around my back before I fall over. "I also," he adds in my ear, "thoroughly enjoyed Midgardian dancing."

I blush and giggle nervously. I remember him asking about dancing on Earth when we were on Asgard when I first got there but he never really experienced it, except what he saw in my head.

"I'm happy I got to show you then." I tell him with a teasing smile.

"As much as I adore Asgard, I could definitely grow accustomed to residing here on this planet." He lays his head on top of mine.

"So you think Earth could be your home, then?"

"No," He replies quietly, "I said I could reside here. My home is wherever you are, darling."

My vision gets misty and I kiss his jaw. He turns my head and captures my lips with his. My arms wrap around his neck. My fingers tangle themselves in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper. He lifts me up and carries me to the bed. He never breaks the kiss. He lays me down, climbing on top of me. I push his unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders and toss it to the floor, running my hands over his chiseled chest and arms. His mouth finally moves from mine but never leaves my skin, trailing down my cheek, my ear, my neck, my throat.

"Loki," I sigh quietly in his ear. It only makes him more forceful.

He pulls one strap of my dress down and just as he goes for the zipper there is a knock at the door. He ignores it at first but the knocking becomes more persistent. He groans, letting his head fall on my shoulder before standing and takes a deep breath before opening the door.

"Brother! I have found you! Why have you snuck away? You are supposed to be in the glass box thing because you tried to kill New York." At this point I can't help but laugh at Thor's drunken state and I can see Loki is trying to keep it together. I stand up and walk over to Thor. But before I could say anything, "LADY NOELLE! When did you get here?! Has Loki kidnapped you? For shame, Brother!"

Loki just loses his cool in every sense of the term. He has to sit down on the floor so he doesn't fall over while poor humongous Thor looks very confused indeed.

"Thor, why don't we take a walk? We can catch up a bit before I see the Avengers tomorrow."

His face changes from confusion to childish delight and he offers me his arm. I take it and escort him to his room, explaining that I have been an Avenger, along with Loki, for a while now. He starts tearing up because of how proud he is of his brother. When we finally reach his room, I put him to bed the way I have seen his mother do when he was a child through memories of her and walk out, turning off the lights. He is snoring before I close the door.

I shut the door to Thor's room but before I could turn around, I feel an arm around my waist and a hand over my mouth so I don't scream. My body tenses and I start to try and escape the person's grasp.

"Don't scream, it's me." Loki whispers in my ear. I calm a bit in his grip and he moves his hand from my mouth down my body, ending at my hip.

"Don't relax, too much, darling. I'm not done with you yet." He growls in my ear. I turn around in his arms and pull his face to mine.

'Jump.' He whispers into my mind. I do as I'm told and wrap my legs around his waist. He walks us back to our room and locks the door behind him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Loki POV:

The sun is streaming into the room when I awaken. I slowly become aware of my body and the pain thundering through my head, then the little body next to me, breathing lightly.

I roll onto my side and pull her into my chest, burying my face in her hair. She makes a small sound and cuddles into me, pulling my arm tighter around her. I smile and start to go back to sleep when someone knocks on the door.

Loudly.

So much for that plan.

The knocking makes Noelle stir and groan. I put a hand on her waist to still her before getting up to address the knocking. Pulling on my pants, I make my way to the door. Upon opening it, I see the blonde-haired buffoon of a brother standing before me.

I roll my eyes at him, shutting the door. Before I can get it all the way closed, Thor wedges his foot into the open space and forces his way in with loud, boisterous laughter. I shush him but it's no use. The man has no volume control.

I hear Noelle move in the bed and turn to see her open her eyes. The light in the room must have made the headache that I can feel she has worse because she moans, swears and turns her face into the pillow. Looking back at Thor, I notice the blush on his face as he saw the state she was in. In most relationships a man has with his brother, if the man were to walk in to find a naked woman in his brother's bed, he would congratulate him.

Unless this man sees the woman in his brother's bed as a sister. Then it is more amusing for said brother to watch the man embarrass himself.

I chuckle at the face he makes. "Have you learned your lesson on barging into someone's room unannounced?" I ask him softly. He nods but stays put, not picking up on my hint to take his leave.

"My apologies, Brother. I came to collect you both for breakfast but it seems as though you will be skipping it."

"Thor, sweetie, if you don't shut the hell up I will punch you in the throat." Noelle's muffled voice says from the bed. I laugh and immediately regret it because of the glare I receive. Thor shuts his mouth and leaves the room as I crawl back over to Noelle.

"How are you feeling, darling?" I whisper as quietly as I can.

"Shhh, that was way too loud. You're practically screaming." She says covering my mouth with one hand and putting the other to her temple, shutting her eyes.

I contain another laugh and pull her to me, laying my hand on her head where her hand was before. I hear her sigh in relief and I know the spell is working. I smile at her and stroke her silky hair.

We must have fallen asleep again because the next time I open my eyes, she is gone. When she walks back in she is in my button up from last night and a pair of sleep shorts. She has two plates in one hand, and two containers of water in the other. Seeing me awake, she kisses me and hands me a plate along with the oddly shaped water container. I look at the plate and am delighted to find my favorite Midgardian food: pizza.

"Good morning, dove." I say to her as she climbs back into the bed beside me as I sit up to take the food and drink.

"I think you mean afternoon. It's nearly one in the afternoon." She giggles then winces slightly.

"Still have a headache, then?" I ask her, moving some hair out of her eyes.

"It isn't as bad as it was this morning. I need to eat before I decide whether or not to take something for the pain. What about you?" She asks, reaching over the bedside table to retrieve what she calls the remote for the Television, "Are you as hungover as the rest of us?"

I chuckle and shake my head, "I may have been a bit ill this morning but I recovered quickly."

She rolls her eyes playfully and I pull her into my side. I drape one arm around her shoulders and she curls into my side. She turns on a show about a man in New Jersey who makes cakes that look like things. She seems happy so I am glad to watch it with her.

Her little device that she keeps trying to talk me into getting begins to buzz. She picks it up to look at it and smiles. She shows me that she received a message from Steve that is an image of his lover, Bucky. In this image, Bucky is laying halfway off the leather sofa in the living room of the Tower. His legs are on the sofa but the majority of his body is halfway off of it, his dark locks spilling about him on the floor. He looks to be asleep. It is a rather funny image for the normally brooding man.

The little thing makes a noise again and she reads the message she received from the Spiderling.

"Peter would like to come hang out with us, if you are alright with that. Tony isn't here to entertain him and though he loves the others, it's hard for him to be around them without fangirling too much."

"I only understood about a third of what you said but I do know that I rather like the little Spiderling. He may come in here if he wishes but I do request that you put on some clothes." I tell her as I glance down at her bare legs. The shorts barely go down passed her arse. I am the only one allowed to see that and I would like to keep it that way. Noelle chuckles at my thought but stands up and finds some pants, muttering, "So possessive." Under her breath.

Before I realize what I did, I am right behind her and snake my arms around her waist, earning a squeal of surprise from her. "I am possessive;" I breathe in her ear, "I was never one to share." I kiss her neck right under her ear. She reaches up behind her and runs her fingers through my hair, sighing. This only makes the fire flare up more.

Before I can do anything else, she pulls away and puts some clothing on. Just as she finishes with her jeans, the little Spiderling walks in. He knocks first but doesn't wait for an answer. I suppose he could hear what was happening with his Peter-Tingle or whatever his Aunt and the Avengers have taken to calling it.

"Hi, Pete. You bored with Steve and Bucky?" She wraps her arm around his shoulders in a side hug. He puts his head on her shoulder and arm around her torso, hugging back. It looks a bit funny because he has to bend down because of her height. He certainly isn't tall in any sense in the word but she isn't either.

"No, they just aren't as fun as you and-" he stops suddenly as we make eye contact, "MR. LOKI!" he shouts, causing Noelle to wince as he jumps away from her side as though she had electrocuted him. I smirk at him as I read what had caused him to panic. He thought I would become jealous of him touching My Noelle. Silly boy.

"Hello, Little Spiderling. How are you? Feeling a bit guilty, are we?" I do my best to keep from laughing at the shade of red his face turns.

"He's kidding, Peter. Ignore him." I look at Noelle, who knows what I am doing, as usual, and has an eyebrow raised at me. She is very protective of the boy. Understandably so considering all that he has been through for a child of his age.

Peter Parker glances at me skeptically before returning to Noelle's side, slightly behind her this time, I notice. Noelle giggles and drags him to the sofa in our room that is not far from the bed. She sits next to the boy in a way that made him feel protected but also invites me to sit beside her.

With a snap of my fingers, I have a dark green t-shirt on top of the black sleep pants Noelle had bought me for situations like the one we were in this morning. I make my way over to the seat and pull her into my side as she flicks through the shows and argues with Peter on what they should watch. They eventually settle on a show I have never seen before. Probably for good reason, too. It is called Once Upon A Time. It seems that Noelle has a bit of a crush on one of the characters: a pirate by the name of Captain Hook or Killian Jones as the blonde lead calls him.

The show is interesting enough, full of magic and mystery and adventure. Nothing compared to the books I read but very good considering it's Midgardian origin.

By the time the fifth season of the show is over, Noelle has fallen asleep with her back to my chest, face turned into my neck, and Peter Parker sleeps with his head in her lap. I decide to let Peter sleep there and create an illusion of Noelle and myself so as to not disturb his slumber until I get Noelle situated. I lift her easily into my arms and her arms instinctively snake around my neck. I lay her down in the bed and cover her with the green sheets before returning to the boy.

I am rather skilled in moving sleeping people, considering I have moved Noelle as she slumbers often, so he does not awake as I rearrange him so he may be more comfortable and cover him with the blanket Noelle keeps on the back of the sofa. I send a message to the Avengers to tell them where he is so they do not panic at not finding him in his room. As soon as I am sure Peter is comfortable and sound asleep, I return to my own bed, where Noelle has awoken and is sitting there, watching me care for the child.

I spot her grinning at me and crawl over to her, casting a silencing spell around the bed as I do, so our talking does not wake Peter.

"Why did you not make it known to me that you were awake?" I whisper, though I know that it does not matter how loud I am. The spell is strong enough to cover screams.

"I wanted to watch you be a mom without disturbing you." She giggles and pulls herself across the bed to reach me. She doesn't need to work that hard. As soon as she is close enough, I wrap my arms around her waist and drag her to me. We sit together like that for a moment before what she called me registers fully.

"Darling, did you call me a mom?" I ask, smiling down at her.

"I did," she laughs, "that's what you were just doing. You were moming the 'Little Spiderling.'"

"I was not aware that caring for youth was considered parenting in this Realm."

She smirks, "What you just did was more than caring for him. You sat there to make sure he was asleep and rubbed his hair as you walked away."

I was not aware that I did that. I think about it for a moment. It is not as though I do not know how to parent a child. I had a son before but he never grew to be Peter's age. I do miss him everyday.

"You miss being a dad. It's understandable, Loki. It's a terrible thing to lose a child, especially the way you lost Nari." The sound of his name coming from Noelle's voice calms my raging mind. I turn my head and kiss her. She is cautious but eventually gives in. I lay down, pulling her on top of me. She pulls away for air and rests her head on my chest, her hand over my heart. I play with her fingers with one hand and draw patterns on her back with the other. She smiles slightly and I feel love course through our connection.

"Would you marry me?" I say softly.

She stops moving for a moment before replying.

"Yes."

I grin. I feel her confusion through the connection. She thinks that was a very uncharacteristic way for me to prop- "Darling, do you think so little of me to believe that was a proposal?"

She looks up at me with a raised eyebrow. "Is that not what that was?"

I chuckle, "I asked if you would marry me, not will you marry me. There is a difference."

"You cannot be serious." She laughs.

I give her a serious look, "Dead serious." She giggles, I pull her tighter into my side, "Believe me, Love. When I propose to you, you will know." I kiss her forehead and feel the joy and adoration vibrate through her to me.

I begin humming and she falls asleep quickly. I follow soon behind her, hearing her slow steady breathing, feeling at home.

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umbraastaff · 5 years ago

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I’ve just been thinking--it’s about time I make a proper index for my TAZ fics, huh? Also contains: mini-series, ficlets, goof posts, and lyric comics.

(All of the fics are rated G, or T at most for McElroy-appropriate language.)

FICS

I Saw Seven Bounties | Canon Compliant, Enemies to Friends, Complete | Mostly lighthearted, episodic recounting of Kravitz and Barry’s rivalry throughout those first twelve years on Faerun. 24K. -->Extras: Lich Eyes, Fantasy Starbucks, Alt POV for Chapter 1 & Chapter 5, Sorry

They Say Fire Took Phandalin | Small-town supernatural/sorta-haunted-house AU | Fresh out of grad school, Barry Bluejeans takes a job and a house in the rural nowhere-town of Phandalin. And it’s not like he thought fitting in would be a walk in the park, but the people there all act really weird, and it’s almost like they’re expecting something of him, too. 11K/~20K.

What Can’t Be Done Alone (Detective Squad) | Canon Divergent, Found Family, Fluff | AU where the voidfish works a little better, and Angus never finds the Bureau. Instead, he finds a strange lich in a cave, and he most certainly continues to work this case and not gradually get adopted instead. 18K/~22K. -->Extras: Drangus AU Oneshot

If I Wanted to be Funny I’d Name This Fic “The Time Belt” | Futuristic sci-fi AU feat. time travel | Taako meets the only people in years who recognize the Institute’s name. Known time criminal Barry Bluejeans continues to evade law enforcement. 2K/??.

Overgrowth / Undercurrent | Roleswap AU, Johnchurch, Pining, Twoshot, Happy ending optional | Overgrowth is a oneshot that follows John, the Starblaster’s chief diplomat, through a series of parleys with Merle, the center of the plane-consuming mass of plants that’s been chasing his crew. Undercurrent is a sequel about their post-canon reunion. 4K + 6K. --> Extras: PLAYLIST by @merle-casts-zone-of-truth

Davenport Remembers | Post-canon, Oneshot | Davenport meets with his crew members to try to reconcile his anger with Lucretia, or to decide whether he should. 1.5K.

MINI-SERIES

AU Where Taako is a Lich - Pretty much what it says on the tin here, folks!

Baritz (ask series) - A fusion of Barry and Kravitz, who took over my blog and answered asks for a while. (He originated in the Gallows/S&S lyric comic.)

Good Adventures (Good Omens crossover) - The Antichrist’s wishes summon the wrong boatful of aliens. Thankfully, it seems they’re apocalypse experts. [with plot-ideas help from @avijohann.]

Omen Zone (Good Omens crossover 2) - Barry is a demon. Kravitz is an angel. Kravitz probably won’t ever admit that they’re friends.

Pokémon: Century Version (Pokémon crossover) - Stolen Century AU where they’re all pokémon trainers. Faerun spin-off: Double Trouble

Till Death, Don’t Let’s Start - Barry fucks up. Kravitz is present.

Very Normal Blog Posts (ask series) - In which Garfield is not at all dangerous, and I am perfectly fine. <alt: chronological link - desktop only>

COMICS & ART

Gallows/Steady and Stronger (Double lyric comic) - Canon-divergent AU where, as the world is ending, Barry gives up to Kravitz. [Image description version]

[Lyric Comics] - Other, shorter lyric comics based on single verses of songs.

Dear Scientist’s Log (series) - Illustrated ship logs from Barry J. Bluejeans.

Movie Madness (Comic) - Barry obsesses over the unforgivable.

Palette Prompts (Arts) - Art from art meme prompts.

Pregananant (goof comic) - You know the one.

REAPER (Comic) - Baritz fuses with Lup.

These Jeans? (Animatic) - Barry advertises jeans.

They’re Both Tessa Thompson (Comic) - Lucretia has a nightmare. Barry reassures her.

War (Goof comic) - prompt: "taakitz with CAT”

What’s bigger than this? - The Red Robe.

FICLETS

Back Soon - Kravitz leaves a note with unfortunate wording.

Bodyswap: Barry & Davenport - During Wonderland.

Casual - AU where the red robe talks like a normal person.

Command - Barry misuses his magic.

Davenport - There’s something unsettling about that butler.

Hangin’ Out - Lup and Magnus.

Harvest - Roleswap AU: Barry is the Hunger.

Healing Necromancy - Merle tries to teach Barry some tricks.

Hope - Barry knows she’s still out there.

How Long? - Taako is frustrated.

In Pieces - The staff.

Liches Forget Too - AU.

Lucretia Forgets - In which there was a mistake with the voidfish ichor.

Lup’s Robe - Gifts from Taako.

Mourning Glories - The flowers in Merle’s beard.

New Years - Celebrations and fears.

Parole - Barry and Kravitz bonding hours.

Phone a Friend - Baritz (the fusion from Gallows/S&S) meets Angus.

Raising the Dead - Barry has to use his crew members’ corpses. [sequel]

Robbie...? - Magnus breaks into the brig immediately after Petals to the Metal.

Second Apocalypse - Based on that one party liveshow. What was the rest of the crew doing, again?

3 Sentence Fics - Pairing + AU prompts.

Smartstone - Lup gets stuck in a Stone of Far Speech, instead.

Stir Crazy - Barry waiting for a new body to grow. Thoughts of Lucretia.

Writing Things Down - In case you forget (again).

You Remember - Taako remembers.

PROMINENT GOOFS

Barry’s Dead - But he’s fine! Calm down!

Character Development - Joke’s on you, DM!

Crystal Kingdom - An absolutely bonkers arc.

Dealer - Merle pun.

Decapitate Me - for making this post

Don’t Care - Taako during the finale. [bonus]

Epilogue - Bracer struggles. [bonus: 1, 2]

Explain the Hunger (Good Omens crossover) - Magnus explains the hunger to Aziraphale and Crowley. They react in varying ways. [with cursed art contributions from @avijohann and @mspainttaz]

Fifteen Dollars - Plus interest. [Bonus]

Fullmetal Kingdom - They’re the same, right?

Gender - And lack of roles.

Gnomes Don’t Exist - They’re all aliens, actually.

Hot Diggity Shit - Been a while.

Icon Confusion - The saga of people thinking my icon is a carrot. [chrono link - desktop only]

Incomprehensible Denim - Jeff Angel’s illegal pants.

In Case it Changes Anything - Taako, Kravitz, and lies.

Irresponsible Teens - Magnus and Lucretia get into trouble.

I Saw Seven Nerds - That’s the post.

Gogurt - Taako’s crimes.

Learning to Drive - i.e. Barry & Davenport Bonding(?) Hours.

Live Shows - The general mood.

Lucretia’s Efforts - A proper meme? On my TAZ blog?

Lup Said No Thanks - That time Magnus was in a tree.

Magnus’ Death - So many close calls.

Nearest Middle-Aged Woman - Clint’s characters’ friends.

Necromancy? - You must be mistaken!

Ned’s Aliases - The Truth.

Pirate Debt - Davenport during that one liveshow.

Punch Squad - SQUAD!

Reaper Cloak - Thoughts.

Relic Names - She probably changed them.

Responsible Necromancy - Good and bad ideas.

Resume - It’s not like they thought it would be relevant.

Schools of Magic - And the Sash was what, again?

Self Care - Respect the dead, please.

Server Shenaniganry (art) - TAAKO THE CAT, NO!

Soulmate AU - Where your soulmate’s greatest enemy is on your wrist. [alt]

Stern’s Truth - You Know.

Taako’s Last Name - Taako’s last name.

Team Composition - The post where everyone wants to argue with me about what qualifies as a wizard.

Third Option - Taako saves the day.

You’re Laughing - End of Suffering Game.

THEORIES/MECHANICS/THOUGHTS

Aloof - Holes Taako refuses to fill.

Barry’s Lucky Possessee - Graphic novel theory hopes & dreams.

Catpiling - Stolen Century thought.

Davenport’s Deaths - Sucks when you always wake up driving.

Death Leaves a Mark - Stolen Century AU concept.

Everyone Else - Some people didn’t get perfect endings.

Fantasy Nonsense - lore about the word “fantasy,” as in “Jesus Fantasy Christ.”

Fragments - Magnus’ memory.

Forgiveness - Old post about the crew’s thoughts on Lucretia’s actions.

Forgot to Erase - Lucretia’s errors.

FULL TIMELINE POST - the Balance timeline.

Gauntlet - (disproven!) Theory about the final relic, from before it was confirmed in the show.

Gnome Nicknames - Thoughts on Cap’nport.

High School AU - Some old headcanons.

Home World Names - The pattern in surnames (or lack thereof) on the IPRE’s homeworld.

Hour - This isn’t a thought so much as an Actual Thing That Magnus Said before the time loops had started, which is absurd.

Idiots in Love - The IPRE’s collective braincell was lost for all of Legato. [2]

Liches, Alone - Being stuck as raw emotion for an awfully long time.

Losing Julia - And subsequent developments.

Love - What was remembered and forgotten.

Love Without Fear - Thoughts on bonds during the Stolen Century.

Memory - Barry actually shouldn’t have remembered anything.

Nickname - Memory of Lup.

Paladin Barry Theory - Converging evidence on Barry’s multiclassing.

Paradox AU - blueprint for 8th, 9th, 10th, etc. Bird AU of your choice(s). (Extra)

Phylactery Mechanics - How liches differ.

Produce Flame - Mechanics of John killing Merle.

Recklessness - THB’s actions recontextualized.

Relic Schools of Magic - They don’t have them!!!

Relicswap AU - Where all the birds get swapped out.

Seven Birds as Gods - Ask-prompt thoughts.

Staring at the Sun - The birds and their light sensitivity.

Story, Song, & Sorcery - Effects on the young population.

Sword Tornado - Magnus Mechanics. [bonus: Time Warlock]

The Good Place AU - A series of crossover thoughts.

Tree Climbing - Davenport shenanigans.

Unique Magic Types - [and combo styles]

What Killed Maureen - hint: it wasn’t Fisher.

#the adventure zone #taz balance #mine #index #there were a fair few in here that id forgotten about too!#god i hope i didnt mess up any of these links

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24stiles920 · 6 years ago

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Echo House

Teen Wolf Rewrite

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Warnings: Ages 16+, swearing, suicide, violence,

Words: 9027

A/N: What. A. Whirlwind! I wanted to try something out for this episode that I thought would work. Hopefully it’s not too confusing but let me know if it is! I tried to mark each POV, so… Also, my girl Malia is in this! Woot, woot! Hope you enjoy!

Link to Masterlist on profile!

Y/N

I glanced at the floor, memorizing the wood grain in the laminate flooring that adorned every room of the house. Focusing on this helped me a little bit, but I couldn’t get what was about to happen out of my head.

Stiles was voluntarily signing himself in at the Eichen House, the mental institution where William Barrow came from. I didn’t agree with this plan, in fact, I was strongly against it, but I was outvoted two to one, and what I wanted didn’t matter.

Stiles silently packed, slowly walking around his room and putting whatever he thought he needed into his duffle bag. He put a couple of pairs of gray sweatpants into the bag, followed by simple t-shirts; jeans and button-ups weren’t allowed according to the nurse that Noah spoke with over the phone.

“Don’t forget socks.” I muttered, stroking the light blue cast that was fitted around my broken wrist. “Your feet will get cold.”

“Okay.” Stiles said simply, walking over to his dresser and pulling out a couple pairs of socks.

“They’ll probably give you slippers or something.” I continued, remembering the information I looked up about mental institutions. “No shoes with laces are allowed.”

“Okay.” Stiles repeated, pulling out his pair of Adidas sneakers from the bag.

“And don’t forget your pillow, either.” I sighed, looking from his bag to the floor again. “You won’t be able to sleep without—”

“Y/N, please just stop.” Stiles interrupted me, a hint of pleading in his rough tone.

I looked up sharply, not expecting his harsh reaction. “I’m just trying to help.” I mumbled, looking at the dark circles under his eyes.

“I know.” Stiles sighed, slumping down on the bed next to me. “I know you are and I know you hate what I’m going to do, but I have to do this, baby. I can’t hurt you or Scott again.”

“That wasn’t you, Stiles!” I objected, turning my body to face him. “That was the Nogitsune and Dr. Deaton put it to sleep for a couple of days. We have time to figure something out! What you’re doing is rash and—and—”

“And right.” Stiles said firmly. “What happens when the Nogitsune comes back, huh? Because I know we’re not going to find a way out of this in a couple of days, okay? The Nogitsune is gonna come back and I don’t want you anywhere near it! Look what it did to you! Look what I did to you!”

While Stiles voice had gotten harder and louder, a dull pressure started from behind my eyes; tears had already started to blur my vision and I kept wiping them away, not wanting them to fall.

“Stiles, please.” I begged, grabbing his hand tightly. “Please don’t do this.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Stiles murmured solemnly, looking at me with sad eyes. “But I have to.”

I whimpered and leaned forward, wrapping my arms around him and burrowing my face in his neck. Stiles gripped me back tightly and laid his head on mine, stroking my hair and back with his hands.

“I love you.” I whispered as I pulled away.

“I love you too, Y/N.” Stiles smiled sadly. “That’s why I have to do this.”

There was a knock that came from Stiles’ door and we both turned to Noah, who was leaning against the doorframe.

“Ready to go, kiddo?” He asked Stiles, a frown on his face.

“Yeah.” Stiles sighed, standing up and zipping up his duffle bag before throwing it across his shoulders. “I’m ready.”

It was raining softly as we walked out of the house to Noah’s civilian car, so I had to hide my cast-covered wrist inside my jacket. I clambered into the back seat, and to my surprise, Stiles climbed in next to me, grabbing my hand and intertwining our fingers.

It was about a thirty-minute drive to Eichen House, which was on the outskirts of Beacon Hills, and we spent all of the drive in silence. Noah fiddled nervously with the radio while Stiles and I stayed still in our seats, tightly squeezing each other’s hands. When we arrived just outside of the Eichen House gates, we got out and met in front of the car.

I looked up at the building, hearing distinct whispers and murmurs. I decided right then that I didn’t like this place; it couldn’t be good if my banshee instincts were flaring up and I hadn’t even been inside yet.

The loud sound of a motorcycle echoed through the air and Noah, Stiles, and I turned to see Scott pulling up on his bike. He turned off the engine and removed his helmet, getting off the vehicle and walking to where the three of us stood.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Scott asked Stiles. “Why did I have to find out from Y/N?”

Both Noah and Stiles looked at me and I bowed my head guiltily.

“Because we wanted to avoid something like this.” Noah said, sending me a pointed look.

“It’s only seventy-two hours.” Stiles told Scott.

“This is the same place where Barrow came from.” Scott said, as though Stiles didn’t know that already. “The guy who had a tumor inside him filled with flies.” Scott turned to Noah and shook his head. “You don’t know everything yet.”

“I know enough.” Noah replied. “Nogitsunes, kitsunes, Oni, or whatever they’re called.”

“Wow, that was actually all surprisingly correct.” Stiles commented, looking slightly impressed with his father.

“Scott, I saw an MRI that looked exactly like my wife’s and I terrifies me.” Noah said firmly. “I’m headed down to L.A. tomorrow to talk to a specialist.”

“Then why are you putting him in here?”

“He’s not.” Stiles answered Scott’s question. “It was my decision.”

“Stiles, I can’t help you if you’re in here.” Scott sighed, shaking his head.

“And I can’t hurt you guys.” Stiles said, glancing at me quickly.

“Deaton’s got some ideas, Argent’s calling people. We’re gonna find something and if we can’t—”

“If you can’t—” Stiles leaned in closer to Scott. “If you can’t, you have to do something for me okay? Take care of Y/N and make sure I never get out.”

I closed my eyes, trying with all my might not to cry. As I opened my eyes, Stiles stepped back and looked at Noah, who nodded and said, “Come on.”

Noah placed his hand on my back and led me and Stiles to the gate, which buzzed open. I glanced back at Scott sadly and nodded at him; he nodded back. We had to figure something out.

We entered Eichen House and slowly walked up to the front desk. I looked around at the patients; there was a guy in a wheelchair up the hair, his head bowed, and a girl behind a barred door, twitching as she stared at us.

“Mr. Stilinski.” Noah, Stiles, and I turned to see a nurse smiling at us expectantly. She gestured toward a hallway. “This way, please.”

As we sat down in the nurse’s office, she handed Noah a clipboard of entrance papers that he had to sign since Stiles was still underage. Noah reluctantly took a pen and started to fill the papers out while the nurse explained the rules.

“First seventy-two hours there’s no phone calls, no e-mails, no visitors.” The nurse informed us. “We will be taking you from here to a brief physical. In the morning you’ll be assessed by a staff psychologist, speak to a social worker, and attend group therapy.”

The door buzzed loudly and I turned in my seat, looking out the open door. In the hallway, two orderlies were escorting a patient into a room with what looked like handcuffs keeping their hands together.

Noah set the pen and clipboard down. “I feel like we’re forgetting something.” He said, looking disgruntled.

“You will be wearing these, Stiles.” The nurse said, placing a pair of ugly tan slippers on the desk in front of Stiles. “No laces allowed. You don’t have a belt, do you?”

When Stiles shook his head, the nurse went on, “And please empty your pockets in here.” She gestured to a small, white, plastic container.

“Your pillow. Your pillow.” Noah said, nudging Stiles. “We forgot your pillow.”

“Dad, it’s okay.” Stiles assured him as he took off his shoes.

“No.” I shook my head. “You’re never going to be able to fall asleep.”

“She’s right.” Noah agreed. “We have to go back.”

“It’s fine.” Stiles shook his head. “I don’t need it.”

“I can’t believe I forgot it.” Noah continued, a bit hysterical. “I mean, every time that we’ve ever stayed in a hotel, the first thing you pack is your pillow.”

“You can bring it tomorrow. It’s all right.” Stiles said, emptying his keys into the white container.

I flinched as the door buzzed from behind us again. Noises all around me started getting louder and every clink of the change Stiles was putting into the white container made my ears ache. Then the door buzzed again and footsteps were growing louder and louder.

“Stop, stop!” I exclaimed, standing up abruptly. I could feel the eyes of the nurse, Stiles, and Noah on me, but I didn’t care; Stiles couldn’t stay here. “Enough. Stiles, get your stuff. We’re leaving.”

“Y/N…” Stiles sighed, rubbing a hand down his face.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this place, Stiles.” I told him, trying to convey my meaning through my eyes.

“And I’m not checking you in here if you’re not gonna get one good night’s sleep.” Noah added.

“Dad!” Stiles exclaimed, standing up and putting his hands on Noah’s shoulders. “I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in weeks.”

He pulled Noah into a hug and Noah slowly returned it, squeezing his son tightly before letting go. Stiles then turned to me and grabbed my crossed arms, slowly unraveling them. I sniffed, holding back tears as I wrapped my arms around his waist.

“It will be okay, baby.” Stiles whispered in my ear. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” I whimpered, pulling back quickly to give him a peck on the lips. “Please be careful.”

“I will.” Stiles assured me as he pressed a firm kiss on the apple of my cheek. “I promise.”

With that he pulled away and walked down the hall with the nurse close by his side. I let the tears fall from my eyes, not bothering to wipe them away as I watched them walk down the hall. Noah sighed and wrapped an arm around my shoulder, hugging me to them.

“He’ll be okay, kiddo.” He whispered. “He has to be.”

3RD Person

Stiles walked down the hallway with the nurse, trying not to listen to Y/N’s cries. The nurse led him up the stairs and with each landing that they climbed to, Stiles could feel himself becoming tired.

As they walked upon another landing, Stiles looked around, his gaze falling on a tall girl who had just walked out of her room. He narrowed his eyes at her, noticing that she looked familiar.

“Stiles?” The nurse called, making Stiles turn back to her. “This way, please.”

The nurse led Stiles to another staircase and as Stiles glanced back, the girl was gone. Focusing on the stairs, Stile followed the nurse, looking up and wondering how many more stairs they had to climb before they got to his room.

Almost instantly, Stiles spotted a man a couple floors up, leaning over the railing and trying a twisted sheet around it. As the guy worked on tying the sheet around the railing, he kept muttering, “I’m part of the bird that’s not in the sky. I’m the part of the bird that’s not in the sky.”

“Hey, do you see that?” Stiles asked the nurse, his eyes focused on the man speaking in riddles.

“I’m the part of the bird that’s not in the sky.” The guy kept saying as he tied the sheet into a noose.

Stiles sped forward, climbing the stairs three at a time to get to the man.

“Stiles, wait for me.” The nurse called from behind him.

“I’m the part of the bird that’s not in the sky.”

“That guy up there.” Stiles said to the nurse, pointing at the guy a few floors up.

“I can swim in the ocean, yet still remain dry.” The guy said, knotting the noose to the railing. “I can swim in the ocean, yet still remain dry.”

“Hey!” Stiles yelled, climbing the stairs more quickly now. “Stop! Somebody stop him!”

The guy climbed onto the railing, the twisted sheet wrapped tightly around his neck. He stared down the area between the floors, still repeating his riddle, “I can swim in the ocean, yet still remain dry…”

The man stopped talking and stepped forward into the air, his body falling and pulling the sheet taut, snapping his neck and killing him. The nurse gasped loudly and Stiles stared at the dead body in horror before hearing whispers from below him.

He looked down and saw a group of people looking up at the dead guy, whispering in shock. There, in the group of people, Stiles saw a man with his head covered in bandages, his teeth sticking out sharply.

It was him. Stiles thought. The Nogitsune.

Y/N

“Did you have any trouble with Ikeda?” Mr. Argent’s voice came from the speaker of Dr. Deaton’s phone. Allison, Scott, and I stood by Dr. Deaton’s desk, listening closely to their conversation. Noah had left me with the McCall’s while he went to go see the specialist and Scott invited me to tag along with him and Allison instead of moping about Stiles.

“Only minor.” Dr. Deaton replied. “The white wolf was exactly where you said it would be. But we have two problems now. First, the lichen is not a cure. It’ll wear off in a matter of days.”

“But while it does work, the Oni won’t go after Stiles, right?” Mr. Argent asked.

“I hope.” Dr. Deaton sighed. “Eichen House has an unusual history. It might not be all that safe for the Oni there as well.”

“What’s the second problem?” Mr. Argent wondered.

“I checked with your contacts in Japan.” Dr. Deaton answered. “The Yakuza Boss you saw killed by the Oni never found the scroll.”

“What scroll?” I asked, confused.

“The Shugendo Scroll.” Dr. Deaton told me. “The Shugendo were the ascetic mystics of Japan.”

“The scroll had information on how to exorcise a Nogitsune.” Mr. Argent continued to explain.

“So we need to find that scroll?” Scott said, leaning on his elbows.

“Exactly.” Dr. Deaton nodded. “And I did get a name of the man who last purchased it. Kincaid.”

“He was with Katashi.” Allison spoke up. “He’s the guy who met with Isaac to buy the gun.”

“Sounds like Katashi wanted the scroll for himself.” Dr. Deaton commented.

“But Stilinski already told me nothing like it was found among his things.” Mr. Argent said. “And a paranoid like Katashi would keep it close. Probably on him at all times.”

“What’s the Shugendo Scroll look like?” Allison asked, a thoughtful look on her face.

Dr. Deaton stood up from his chair and walked over to a table of drawers. He opened the first drawer and pulled out a large scroll with golden handles. “Something like this.” He said.

Allison took the scroll and said, “Do these come in different sizes?”

“Any size.” Dr. Deaton said, looking at Allison in confusion.

Allison looked up at Dr. Deaton. “Then I think I know where it might be.”

3RD Person

“Okay, I know there’s the whole seventy-two hour thing but I really need to use the phone.” Stiles said to the nurse urgently.

“The accident that occurred is being taken care of.” The nurse said as she stopped at a door and pulled out a set of keys.

“You’re seriously referring to that as an accident?” Stiles stated in disbelief.

“Incident.” The nurse corrected herself, inserting a key into the doorknob.

“Slightly better.” Stiles snarked. “Still need to use the phone.”

The nurse ignored him and gestured into the room. Stiles sighed and stepped into the dark room, turning around quickly to look at the nurse.

“Just five minutes.” He begged. The nurse went to close the door but Stiles blocked it. “Three minutes, please. A three-minute call.”

The nurse glared at Stiles, loosing her pleasant aura. “Would you like to go to sleep, Stiles, or would you like to be introduced to our five-point restraint system?” She asked.

“I would go with sleep.” A voice called from behind Stiles.

Stiles looked around and saw a guy around his age laying in a bed, restrained to it with leather straps. While Stiles was distracted, the nurse closed the door.

The sound of the door closing made Stiles look back and he lunged forward, grabbing the door knob and trying to open the door again.

“Hey, wait, wait, wait!” He called, but the door wouldn’t budge.

“Son of a bitch.” Stiles exhaled, hitting the door slightly.

“I’m Oliver.” The guy in the bed introduced himself.

“Stiles.” Stiles said, still staring at the door.

“There was a suicide, huh?” Oliver called over to Stiles.

“Yeah.”

“Is it Monday?” Oliver asked. “There’s a much higher rate of suicide on Mondays.”

“Okay, then.” Stiles muttered, looking back at the door before calling out, “Hey, can someone…someone just please let me out of here. Someone? Anyone?”

“I heard it by the way.” Oliver commented after a second of silence. Stiles looked back over to Oliver and slowly made his way toward his bed, sitting down. “It happened in the stairwell, right?”

“Yeah.” Stiles nodded. “How’d you know that?”

“I heard the echo.” Oliver answered.

“What do you mean?” Stiles wondered.

“It’s this place.” His roommate explained. “Something about the way that it was built. Everything echoes. Eventually. That’s why they call it Echo House.”

Stiles didn’t respond, instead looking out the window. He didn’t stop looking out the window all night, even when Oliver fell asleep. He spent the time thinking that Y/N was right, that he shouldn’t have checked himself in here, especially without his pillow.

About forty-five minutes after the sun rose, Stiles heard Oliver shift in his bed, obviously awake.

“Have you been awake all night?” Oliver asked, his voice groggy.

“Yeah, I can’t sleep without my pillow.”

Stiles looked away from the window as Oliver began coughing loudly for a while. After he was done, Stiles raised his eyebrows, and asked, “You okay?”

“I swallowed a bug the other day.” Oliver responded. “You ever do that? I keep coughing like it’s still in my throat.”

“That’s disgusting, Oliver.” Stiles commented, looking at the restrained boy. “You don’t have any idea when they unlock the doors, do you?”

At that precise second, there was the sound of the door unlocking. Oliver craned his neck up as far as he could before saying, “Now.”

After breakfast, Oliver and Stiles had free time before their therapy sessions. Oliver decided that he wanted to take Stiles on a mini tour to see as much as the place that they could. Stiles agreed, hoping that he would maybe see a telephone and be able to use it.

“Now, most of the people here are okay.” Oliver said as they walked along the courtyard. “The violent ones are in the closed unit.” He turned and pointed at a girl sitting in the grass. “That’s Hillary, she has OCD. That’s Gary—” Oliver pointed at a guy that walked past them. “He thinks he’s Jesus Christ. Dan—” He pointed at another guy. “Also Jesus. That’s Mary…”

“Mary Magdalene?” Stiles guessed, running with the biblical theme. He spotted a phone at the far side of the courtyard and started toward it, Oliver following him.

“No.” Oliver shook his head. “She also thinks she’s Jesus. You’d be surprised at how many Jesuses we get.”

“Not really.” Stiles said, glancing at the phone where a woman that looked a couple years older than him was using it.

“Hey, how come you want to use the phone already?” Oliver wondered.

“Because,” Stiles glanced at Oliver. “After one night, I’ve changed my mind about this place being safe for me. Or anyone. Ever.”

“No. No, I think you’re wrong.” The woman who was on the phone said loudly, gaining Stiles’ attention. “I really think I should tell them. They’re going to want to know the story. The whole story. I really think they should know. Yes, I do. One of them is standing right behind me.”

Stiles looked at the woman, narrowing his eyes at her. The woman didn’t acknowledge him as she hung up the phone and walked by him, making her way back across the courtyard.

“Who was that?” Stiles asked Oliver, watching the woman go.

“That’s Meredith.” Oliver told him. “She’s a little weird.”

Stiles walked over to the telephone and picked it up off the hook. “You’re a little weird.” Stiles said to Oliver. “She’s a lot weird.” He pressed the phone to his ear; there was no dial tone. “It’s dead.”

“Yeah.” Oliver said, as though it should be obvious. “They turn off all the phones for twenty-four hours after a suicide.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that before?” Stiles asked his roommate, a bit frustrated.

“Why didn’t you ask?” Oliver retorted calmly.

Stiles sighed and roughly hung up the phone, walking away briskly.

“What are you going to do now?” Oliver chirped, rushing after Stiles.

“I’m getting out of this nuthouse.” Stiles snapped.

Oliver chuckled. “That’s not really the appropriate way to describe a facility like this.”

Stiles slowed down, noticing the girl that he saw in the hallway last night. As he got closer to her, he recognized her as Malia Tate, the werecoyote that him, Scott, Y/N, and the rest of his friends had saved from her trigger-happy father.

“Malia?” Stiles called, glad to see a familiar face. Malia turned around, pursing her lips at the sight of him. “Hey, it’s Stiles.” Stiles continued. “Do you remember me? I’m friends with Scott. Remember? We were the ones who helped you out with—”

He was cut off as Malia, who had bristled more and more as he continued talking, socked him in the jaw. Stiles let out a grunt and fell to the ground.

“Hey, Malia!” An orderly yelled, running toward them with another man.

“No!” Malia shouted as an orderly took a hold of her.

“Hey, what the fuck?” Stiles said as another orderly pulled his arms behind his back and pressed his face to the ground. “She hit me!”

“A few more like this, Malia, and you’re headed to the closed unit.” The orderly that had grabbed Malia said with a malicious grin.

“Okay, wait, wait, wait.” Stiles said as the orderly holding him pressed his face into a grate. “Stop, I didn’t do anything!”

Stiles looked down at the grate below his head, his eyes widening in recognition. He had seen the basement below the grate. He had been there before in his dreams.

“Enough!” A loud and familiar female voice shouted. “Enough!”

Stiles barely looked up and saw that the voice came from Ms. Morrell before looking back at the grate in shock. Why had he been in the Eichen House basement in his dreams?

“Stiles.” Ms. Morrell said, grabbing his attention. He looked up to see that she was now kneeling in front of him. “You saw something, didn’t you?”

Stiles nodded. “That basement.” He whispered. “I’ve been down there before.”

“I want to go back to the topic of guilt today.” Ms. Morrell, who turned out to be Stiles’ counselor, said during the group therapy that Stiles had been thrown into. “It might surprise you to hear me say that guilt is a good thing. It’s a rather mature emotion. Malia, you said something about guilt the other day. You said it came with a visceral reaction.”

Stiles moved his gaze up off the floor and let it fall on Malia. Malia, who was staring at him, nodded, and said, rather harshly, “I said it made me feel sick to my stomach.”

Stiles looked away as Oliver coughed obnoxiously next to him.

“Guilt often becomes physical.” Ms. Morrell said. “You feel it in your gut. It’s not just psychological.”

Hearing some talking behind him, Stiles turned around a little in his seat. His eyes widened as he took in the man in the doctor coat talking to a nurse. His head was covered completely by bandages; the Nogitsune.

Stiles turned around abruptly, gasping in panicked breaths.

“How does guilt make you feel, Stiles?” Ms. Morrell asked him.

“I’m sorry, what?” Stiles looked at the former guidance counselor.

“Guilt.” Ms. Morrell stated. “What does it make you feel?”

“Nervous.” Stiles said quickly.

“Like a sense of urgency?” Ms. Morrell guessed.

Stiles nodded shortly.

“You feel an urgent need to make up for something you’ve done.” Ms. Morrell assumed. “To apologize.”

Stiles thought about what the Nogitsune did to Scott and Y/N and even Kira. To say he felt guilty was an understatement. He didn’t want to do anything but make it up to them, and he could eventually. But those people that he killed? How could he make it up to them?

Stiles could feel someone watching him now, and when he looked out of the corner of his eye to see who it was, he saw the Nogitsune again. He lowered his gaze, trying not to panic, and blinked. As he opened his eyes again, he saw a bandage-covered hand on the knee of the person next to him.

“These are healthy responses.” Ms. Morrell continued. “Does anyone know what we call someone who doesn’t experience guilt?”

Oliver raised his hand. “A Sociopath?”

“That’s right, Oliver.” Ms. Morrell nodded, looking over at Stiles, who was shaking with panic. As he grabbed the back of his neck, where Dr. Deaton had injected him with the Wolf Lichen, Ms. Morrell stood up.

“I’m sorry, everyone, but we need to take a break.” She said firmly before walking over to Stiles. “Come with me, Stiles. I’d like to talk to you for a minute.”

Stiles followed Ms. Morrell to her office, where she requested for him to lift the back of his shirt so she could examine the marks on the back of his neck. Not even realizing that he had such marks, he obeyed.

“It’s called a Lichtenberg figure.” Ms. Morrell told him as she looked at his back. “They appear on lightning strike victims.”

Stiles dropped the back of his shirt and turned to face her.

“The fact they’re appearing on you after a shot of Wolf Lichen is both significant and strange.” Ms. Morrell said, putting her hands on her hips.

“By significant and strange do you mean hopeful and optimistic?” Stiles asked hopefully.

Ms. Morrell turned and unlocked a cabinet, grabbing a couple of bottles of pills. “When the marks fade, the Nogitsune’s grip over you will return.” She said, closing the medicine cabinet and handing Stiles a bottle of pills.

“What are these?” Stiles asked. “Sleeping pills?”

“Amphetamines.” Ms. Morrell told him. “Sleeping is exactly what you don’t want to do. You’re vulnerable when you’re asleep.”

“So all I have to do is stay awake?”

“For now.” Ms. Morrell nodded before taking on a foreboding tone. “If your friends haven’t figured out something by the time those marks are gone, I’ll come find you.”

“To tell me what to do?”

“No, to give you an injection.” She said, holding up a small bottle of medicine. “Pancuronium Bromide. It causes respiratory paralysis.”

“That’s sounds a lot like death.” Stiles commented, his gaze hardening.

“It’s used for lethal injection, yes.”

“So, when the Nogitsune takes over, you’re going to kill me?” Stiles spat through gritted teeth.

“I’m going to do what I’ve always done.” Ms. Morrell replied shortly. “Maintain the balance.”

“Okay then.” Stiles exhaled angrily before turning to walk away. “I’ve missed our talks. Thanks for the illicit drugs.”

“Stiles.” Ms. Morrell called, causing Stiles to stop in his tracks. “Stay awake.”

Stiles walked down the hallway to the basement door. Once he got close enough to touch it, he grabbed the gold-painted door handle and slowly tried to open it. When the door wouldn’t budge, Stiles shook the door knob desperately. He needed to get into the basement.

“What are you doing?”

Stiles gasped and turned around, seeing Oliver standing behind him. Oliver gave him an apologetic glance and stepped back cautiously.

“I need to get through here.” Stiles told him. “To the basement.”

“Doctors don’t even have a key to this door.” Oliver replied. “Only Brunski.”

“Is that the head orderly?” Stiles asked.

Oliver nodded. “He’s got keys to everything in here.”

“Does he keep them on him all the time?”

“If you want them, you’ll probably have to figure out a way to trick him.” Oliver answered Stiles’ question.

Stiles sighed. “Well, part of me is getting very good at playing tricks.”

Y/N

Scott, Aiden, Ethan, and I stood outside Allison’s apartment, waiting for her to answer the door. Apparently Allison and Lydia had made up a plan to get the Shugendo Scroll from the police station, but they needed our help. Well, Scott, Aiden, and Ethan’s help. I was pretty useless.

The door swung open, revealing Allison.

“My father said all of the Katashi evidence is being moved to a Federal Lockup by armored car tonight.” She said, leading us into the apartment. “Probably within the next few hours.”

“We’re going to rob an armored car?” Ethan asked as Lydia stepped into the hallway.

“Well, we’re going to try.” Lydia smiled mischievously.

3RD Person

Stiles ran into the boys’ bathroom, trying to ignore the sound of running water, and took the pill bottle that Ms. Morrell gave him out of his pocket. He uncapped it and took a pill, throwing it into his mouth before running the water at the sink he was leaning against and cupping his hand under the stream, drinking the pill down.

“Okay.” Stiles whispered, trying to give himself a pep talk. “Okay, just got to stay awake, Stiles. You just gotta stay—” He cut himself off, looking in the mirror toward the shower, where a naked Malia was standing under the running water, cleaning herself.

He looked away instantly, being respectful to not only Malia, but to Y/N, as well. Why the hell was she in here? Unless…unless he walked into the girls’ bathroom by mistake?

“Don’t worry, Stiles.” Malia called. “You didn’t just accidently walk into the girls’ room.”

“Thank God.” Stiles sighed before clearing his throat. He started to walk out of the room but paused, his curiosity overwhelming him. “Okay, so what are you doing in the boys’ room?”

“Showering.”

“I can that.” Stiles snarked, instantly feeling awkward. “I mean, I saw that. Well, actually, I didn’t see anything really. I just…there was too much steam to us…not that I would prefer there to be less steam. I mean, I have a girlfriend…”

“Stiles, I don’t care.” Malia snapped, cutting off Stiles’ rambling. “In the woods, there was no boys’ and girls’ room. And if you really need to know, they keep the water temperature in the girls’ room too low. It’s much hotter in here. Ever since I turned back to human, I just can’t seem to get warm.”

“Maybe you just have a low core temp.” Stiles suggested. “Y/N always gets cold, too. She wears my sweatshirts a lot, maybe—"

“I used to have a fur coat.”

“Or it could be—hey, it might be that.” Stiles scratched the back of his neck, feeling more awkward then the time he saw Lydia naked. Maybe it was because Y/N wasn’t there…

Malia turned off the shower and pulled on her towel, coming out of the shower area. She glanced at Stiles, who had turned to give her some privacy, and said, “What are you doing?”

“Uh…” Stiles glanced at her, feeling relieved that she was covered up. Now, he just had to lie about the medicine. “I was kind of wondering why you punched me.”

“Did you think I was going to thank you?” Malia asked in disbelief.

“No.” Stiles shook his head quickly. “Maybe. We did kind of save your life.”

“You’re right, Stiles.” Malia nodded. “Thank you. Thanks for invading my home. For putting me on the run. For turning me back to human so I could look at my father every day and try to figure out how to explain to him that the reason my sister and mother are dead is because I almost ate them on a full moon. Thank you so very much.”

Stiles sighed, feeling more guilt than he was already feeling. “We were just trying to help.”

“You want to help me?” Malia raised an eyebrow. “Find a way to change me back.”

Stiles looked at her in surprise. “You want to go back? To being a coyote?”

Malia grabbed the neck of Stiles’ t-shirt and looked at him excitedly. “What do you know?”

Stiles didn’t hesitate to answer. Maybe if he helped Malia, she would help him out.

“I might know somebody who could teach you.” He said. “How to change.”

“Okay.” Malia nodded. “What do you want?”

“I need to get into the basement.” Stiles answered her. “Which means that I need to get the keys off of that orderly. The big one.”

“Brunski.” Malia supplied.

“You help me and I’ll help you.”

Y/N

“This is a really bad plan.” I commented, looking down at my sneakers.

“It’s not that bad.” Lydia disagreed in a hopeful tone.

“It’s not that good.” Ethan said, siding with me.

Lydia sighed and placed her hands on Mr. Argent’s desk, leaning over the map that we were using. “None of us knows the route they’re going to take. If Allison can get one of her dad’s GPS trackers on the armored car then we can follow it.”

“So when it gets here—” Allison said, pointing at a spot on the map.

“We attack them?” Aiden spoke up from one of the armchairs.

Lydia turned to face him. “No.” She said firmly. “Your bikes will be in the middle of the road, looking like you guys got into an accident. And, when the driver gets out to help…”

“We attack him?” Aiden repeated.

“No!” Lydia, Allison, and I said in unison.

“You distract him.” Lydia went on, pursing her lips and turning to face Scott. “And Scott will break open the back door.”

Scott winced. “I hope.”

Lydia gave him a firm look and continued, “And you’ll get Katashi’s finger.”

“It’s not his actual finger, is it?” Ethan asked, his face wrinkled up in disgust. Scott looked to Lydia curiously.

Lydia sighed. “We are so our of our league.”

“Why aren’t we just going to Stilinski for help?” Ethan wondered.

“Because if he gets caught, then it’s the sheriff tampering with federal evidence.” I explained.

“Guys, this is going to work. We can do this.” Allison said optimistically. “We’re losing Stiles. My dad’s in jail for murder. We need to do this.”

3RD Person

Stiles watched as Oliver threw Malia to the ground and held her down. This was all part of the plan the three of them had cooked up to steal Brunski’s keys. Malia and Oliver would fake a fight, Malia would steal the keys and give them to Stiles, and then he would break into the basement.

“You’re lying, you’re a liar!” Oliver shouted in Malia’s face as orderlies rushed toward the fighting pair. “You’re lying!”

“Get this nut-job off of me!” Malia grunted.

“No!” Oliver yelled as Brunski and two other men grabbed him. “She said that they drill holes in your head. She said they’re gonna put a hole in my head!”

Stiles rushed forward to help Malia up, sneakily grabbing the keys out of her hand and putting them in his pocket. Oliver smiled at them as the orderlies started to pull him away.

“Please, come on!” Oliver pleaded, doing a very good job at acting the part. “Please, don’t—Please don’t drill a hole in my head!”

“You okay?” Stiles asked, turning to Malia.

Malia smiled, looking at Oliver. “Yeah.”

Once the group surrounding Malia and Oliver’s fight broke up, Stiles sneaked out of the courtyard and into the building. He looked both ways, looking for any sign of anyone, before making his way to the corridor that held the door to the basement.

Stiles got to the basement door and took the keys out of his pocket. He tried five different keys, but none of them worked.

“Come on, come on.” He muttered to himself. “I thought his guy had a key to everything.”

A hand came down on Stiles’ shoulder, causing him to freeze.

“I do.” Brunski said with a smirk, grabbing the keys out of Stiles’ hand. “But nobody has the key to that room.”

Brunski pulled Stiles away from the basement door and dragged him down a couple different hallways. They finally came to a stop in front of another locked door. As two other men joined them, Brunski unlocked the door and opened it. The two men grabbed Stiles and threw him into the room.

“Into the Quiet Room, little man.” Brunski laughed as the men searched Stiles’ pockets. He paused as one of the men grabbed the bottle of amphetamines and tossed them to him. “Want to tell us where you got these?”

“The vending machine.” Stiles snarked.

Brunski chuckled. “I always love the sarcastic ones.” He help up an syringe filled with medicine and handed it to one of the men holding Stiles. “Give him five of the Haldol.”

“Wait, what’s that?” Stiles started to panic as one of the guys grabbed his arms and held them behind his back. He couldn’t fall asleep. “Is that a sedative? Okay, hang on. Hang on! I can’t go to sleep…okay? I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Look…” The man with the syringe came closer. “Get off me, man!”

With a grunt, the man injected Stiles with the sedative. The two men pushed him to the ground and started walking away.

“You don’t understand.” Stiles pleaded with the men as he tiredly dropped to the ground. “I can’t go to sleep. I can’t go to sleep…”

The next time Stiles opened his eyes, he was in a locker. It was just like the previous dreams that he had been having for the past several weeks and it terrified him.

“No, no.” Stiles whimpered, banging against the locker door. He started to shout, “Hey, hey! Let me out! Let me out!”

“Let me in.” The Nogitsune said, dragging his hand along the lockers.

Stiles froze, leaning away from the door, terrified. “What…what do you mean?” He trembled.

“You know.” The Nogitsune whispered loudly.

“Okay, screw you and your stupid riddles.” Stiles spat, lowering his head.

The Nogitsune approached the locker Stiles was in and banged against the door, making Stiles jump. “No riddle this time, Stiles. You know what it means.”

“Let me out.” Stiles cried quietly. “Just let me out. Let me out, let me out!”

“LET ME IN!” The Nogitsune roared in Stiles’ face.

Stiles opened his eyes, shocked to find Malia patting his face, the door to the cell he was in wide open.

“Shh!” Malia hissed. “Hey, hey, hey! Shut up!”

“How did you get in here?” Stiles asked her, pulling away from her grasp.

“I broke the lock.” Malia replied with a short laugh. “If I concentrate, I can be pretty strong.” She grabbed Stiles’ arms and pulled him up. “Get up.”

Stiles groaned, feeling nauseous from the injection that the orderlies gave him.

“There’s another way to the basement.” Malia told Stiles. “Through the Closed Unit. Where they keep the real psychos.”

Y/N

Allison, Scott, Kira, and I crouched down between two cars outside of the police station. We were in charge of getting the GPS on the armored car, and we decided that Kira would do it with her new-found ninja moves.

Allison looked through the scope on her bow and said, “You’re up.”

Kira nodded and ran toward the armored car, placing the GPS on the front bumper. Just as she was about to run back the door to the police station opened and Deputy Parrish walked out. Kira hid behind the other side of the car as he opened the driver’s door.

“Okay, let’s get out of here.” Deputy Parrish said to the driver.

Something must have been wrong, though, because Deputy Parrish pulled out his gun in front of him and started looking around.

“We have to do something.” Scott whispered to Allison and I.

Just as Deputy Parrish walked in front of the doors, they burst open and a huge man knocked him out with one hit on the head.

“Who the fuck is that?” I asked, horrified.

“Kincaid.” Allison answered.

Scott walked forward and gestured for Allison and I to follow him. Clutching the aluminum baseball bat that was I borrowed from Stiles, I followed Allison and Scott over to Kincaid, who was distracted while looking at Katashi’s prosthetic finger.

“We need that finger.” Scott demanded, announcing our presence.

Kincaid glanced at Allison, who was aiming her crossbow at him, to me, who held up the baseball bat threateningly. He laughed and turned back to Scott. “Why should I give it to you?” He asked.

“There’s a briefcase in there with 150,000 dollars in it.” Allison replied stoically.

“The scroll inside this prosthetic finger is worth three million.” Kincaid chuckled, holding up the silver finger.

“Give me the finger.” Scott commanded before closing his eyes in humiliation. “You know what I mean.”

All of a sudden, Kira jumped from the top of the armored car, landing on Kincaid’s back. With a grunt, Kincaid reached behind him and grabbed Kira, throwing her to the ground.

“I guess negotiations are over.” Kincaid commented, flashing his blue eyes and fangs before growling loudly.

3RD Person

Malia opened the basement door and Stiles followed her into the room, looking around. His eyes landed on a piece of wood nailed into the wall, a backwards five carved on it.

“Do you know what you’re looking for?” Malia asked Stiles.

“Something to do with that.” Stiles pointed to the wood covering.

Malia and Stiles walked over to the wall that the wood was nailed to. Malia bent down and ran her hand across the carving, looking up at Stiles.

“What does it mean?” She asked.

“Self.” Stiles answered, remembering seeing the symbol on the back of Y/N’s ear.

“Maybe you should tell me more.” Malia suggested, not understanding.

Stiles shook his head and glanced down at her. “You might not like me if you know any more.”

Malia snorted and stood up so that she was level with Stiles. “Try to remember that I’m a werecoyote who murdered her own family. I won’t judge.” She said. “I promise.”

Stiles scoffed and looked down at the floor, wondering if he could trust the werecoyote.

Y/N

Kincaid ripped an arrow out of his bicep and threw it down. He stepped toward Kira and reached out, grabbing her throat and raising her up into the air. She grunted, running out of breath, before Kincaid threw her through the air, where she landed in a heap against the brick wall.

I stepped forward nervously and swung my bat at his abdomen. It hit him and he simply chuckled, reaching forward and grabbing me, throwing me next to Kira. I gasped as my head hit the brick, but my eyesight was fine and I didn’t feel any pain. I watched as Kincaid slapped Allison away from him, where she landed next to me.

Scott approached Kincaid, punching and kicking at him. Kincaid hardly moved a muscle, staring at Scott with amusement in his glowing blue eyes. Kincaid grabbed both of Scott’s arms and headbutted him, causing Scott to be pushed away a few feet.

Scott threw another punch but Kincaid blocked it and grabbed Scott, kneeing him in the abdomen. Scott fell to the ground, where Kincaid kicked at his ribs repeatedly. Scott gasped for breath as Kincaid crouched before him.

“You have the eyes of an Alpha.” Kincaid said, looking over Scott. “But where’s the strength?”

“Up here!” Aiden called, making me look up. The twins were on a balcony, staring down at Kincaid with blue eyes. They growled and jumped at him.

“Allison, Y/N!” Lydia said in a panicked voice as she came rushing toward us. She helped each of us up. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” I breathed shakily. “Just another day at the office, you know?”

Allison and Lydia gave me unamused looks; I shrugged.

“Ah!” Kincaid shouted, falling to the ground and capturing our attention. The twins had thrown him to the ground and got ready for another round of beating him up.

“Ethan, Aiden, stop!” Scott shouted, getting to his feet.

“You want him to come after us?” Aiden asked harshly, pointing at Kincaid who laid on the ground, panting.

“Scott, we’ve seen guys like this.” Ethan tried to reason with Scott. “Trust us. He’s dangerous.”

“So are we.” Scott replied. “And he looks smart enough to remember that.” He glanced down at Kincaid, who wiped the blood from his eyes. Scott reached toward him and pulled Katashi’s silver finger out of his pocket. “We’re here to save a life. Not end one.”

3RD Person

“This place definitely used to be a lot more fun.” Malia commented as she and Stiles looked through a mountain of old paperwork. “Electroshock, ice baths. Trepanation?”

“That’s what Oliver was talking about.” Stiles said, looking over at the papers in Malia’s hand. “Trepanation is when they drill into your head.”

“No wonder they don’t want anyone down here.” Malia sighed, causing Stiles to chuckle.

Then he sighed, throwing his pile of papers to the ground. “There’s nothing here.” He said into his fist. He glanced at Malia, wondering if she would do something for him. “Could you do me a favor? Could you just check the lines on my back? Just tell me if they’re fading.”

He pulled up the back of his shirt and turned, allowing Malia to looked over his bare back.

“Yeah, they’re almost gone.” Malia confirmed his fear. “I’m guessing that’s bad.”

Stiles nodded.

“Okay.” Malia pulled down the back of Stiles’ shirt, causing him to jump when her cold hands touched his skin. “Sorry.” She apologized. “I told you, I’m always cold.”

“That’s okay.” Stiles shook his head. “I’m used to it, Y/N always has me hold her hands. Here.” Stiles took Malia’s hands in his own and chuckled. “Boy, you really are cold.”

Malia grinned at him and Stiles sent her a small smile back. It seemed weird, but if he couldn’t have Y/N with him right now, he was glad someone else was here at least. He didn’t feel as lonely.

Malia slowly leaned in, her eyes wide and her lips pursed, as though she was going to kiss Stiles. Stiles’ own eyes widened and he leaned away quickly, not realizing that he would offend Malia.

“Sorry.” He said quickly before explaining. “Um, I like you—um—a-as a friend, but I-I have a soulmate that I love very much.”

“Oh.” Malia sighed, leaning back. “Okay. Um, Y/N, right? You’ve been talking about her…”

“Yeah…” Stiles smiled goofily. “She’s my girlfriend.”

“Stiles.” Malia said, sitting up suddenly, a look of realization on her face.

“What?” Stiles asked, looking at her curiously.

Malia didn’t answer; she got up and walked around the furnace to the wooden panel with the backwards five on it, Stiles following her. She crouched down and knocked against the panel, making an echoing sound.

“Do you hear that?” She asked, looking up at him.

Stiles nodded and looked around, picking up a random tire iron. Malia got out of the way just in time, as Stiles hit the wooden panel with the tire iron. The wood gave away easily, revealing a corpse with its head wrapped completely in bandages.

“This is him.” Stiles murmured, staring at the corpse.

“The Nogitsune?” Malia looked at Stiles in confusion.

Stiles nodded.

Malia reached forward into the hole and took something out of the corpse’s shirt pocket. She pulled out a picture and handed it to Stiles.

“Recognize them?” She wondered.

Stiles took the picture and scanned it before nodding. “One of them.” He stood up, glancing down at Kira’s face. “I have to get this to Scott.”

Suddenly there was a loud crackling and Stiles felt an electric current run through him, causing him to fall to the ground in pain. Malia stood up in shock, watching as Oliver held up a stun gun.

“You took Brunski’s keys.” Oliver stated blankly. “I took his stun gun.”

Oliver thrust the stun gun forward into Malia’s stomach, causing her to slide down the wall to the floor. Oliver crouched down in front of her and held out a syringe. “I also got his Haldol.” He said, injecting her with a sedative in the knee. Malia quickly passed out and Oliver stood up, turning to Stiles.

“Like I was saying, Stiles.” Oliver said, walking away toward the stairs. “I heard they used to do trepanation here.”

Stiles shuddered against the wall, the current still running through him.

“Oliver…” He said weakly. “What are you doing?”

Oliver picked up an electric drill and held it up for Stiles to see. “I’m going to let the evil spirits out.”

As Stiles passed out, all he heard was the whirling of the drill.

Stiles’ eyesight was blurry as he woke up. Oliver was standing above him, and as Stiles went to get up, he found that he couldn’t move; he was restrained.

“I borrowed a few pointers from the five-point restraint.” Oliver chuckled.

Stiles looked down in horror, seeing that he was tied up with no escape.

“Oliver, stop this.” Stiles begged his roommate.

Oliver coughed roughly, his hand over his mouth. He pulled his hand away, revealing blood and a dead fly in his palm.

“Oliver, listen to me.” Stiles continued. “Stop!”

Oliver started the drill and moved closer to Stiles’ head.

“Oliver! Oliver! Stop!” Stiles shouted.

“Start with her.”

Stiles looked up at the familiar voice of the Nogitsune. He saw the Nogitsune sitting next to the furnace, watching the events happening with a casual air. Oliver followed his command, turning to Malia with the drill held up.

“You did this.” Stiles whispered as the Nogitsune turned to look at him. “You got into his head.”

“Every Dracula needs a Renfield.” The Nogitsune replied.

Stiles looked over and saw Oliver putting Malia into the five-point restraint. He turned back to the Nogitsune and begged, “Let her go.”

“Let me in.”

Stiles shook his head and grunted as he tried to get out of his restraints.

“Stiles.” The Nogitsune drawled, coming closer to Stiles. “Do you want her to leave here alive? Do you want us to leave? We can walk out of this place.”

“Just let her go.” Stiles said pleadingly. He didn’t want Malia to die for him.

“Let me in.” The Nogitsune hissed, walking over to Stiles’ chair. Stiles screamed and tried to get out of his chair, but he was stuck. “Let me in, Stiles.”

Stiles glanced at Malia and Oliver and saw that Oliver had started his drill and was moving it closer to Malia’s head.

“Just let her go!” Stiles cried, tears of panic and frustration slipping down his cheeks.

“Let me in, Stiles!” The Nogitsune threatened. “Let me in! Let me in and I’ll let her live. Let me in or I’ll find your precious Y/N and kill her too! Let me in!”

Stiles slumped in his seat, knowing that he had to do this. He couldn’t let Malia die and he sure as hell couldn’t let the Nogitsune kill Y/N.

Oliver continued to move the drill closer and closer to Malia’s head on the orders of the Nogitsune. He was just about to make contact when a voice stopped him.

“Oliver.”

Oliver stopped the drill and looked up. Stiles ripped out of his restraints easily and stood up, glancing at Oliver with dark eyes. He slowly strode over to Oliver and looked him up and down before grabbing the drill from Oliver and hitting him in the head with it, knocking him to the floor.

Malia sighed as she woke up, her eyes blurry. She blinked once to clear them and saw Stiles with his back to her, holding a drill in his hands.

“Stiles?” Malia called weakly.

Stiles semi-turned to look at her, an evil smirk on his face.

The Nogitsune. She thought. He’s the Nogitsune again.

And she watched as the Nogitsune walked away, using Stiles’ body as his host.

Y/N

Dr. Deaton undid the scroll, looking over it quickly, a frown on his face.

“There isn’t much here, unfortunately.” He said solemnly.

“Does it say anything?” I asked worriedly, grabbing Scott’s hand for assurance.

“My Japanese isn’t great.” Dr. Deaton glanced at me. “But it appears to say that one method of expelling a Nogitsune is to change the body of the host.”

“Change the body?” Scott said, raising an eyebrow.

“Which begs the question, how do we change Stiles’ body?” Dr. Deaton wondered.

Scott was silent for a second before he looked up, a grave expression on his face. “By turning him into a werewolf.”

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