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the-fiction-witch · 4 years ago

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NIGEL!

MOVIE ORBIT EVER AFTER

COUPLE NIGEL X READER

RATING SMUTTY

I hummed my little tune while I was cooking up dinner. I had a visitor with me for the next couple of weeks Nigel. His mother and father had gone off on holiday for their wedding anniversary and Nigel didn't exactly want to be home with his grandfather for three weeks so his grandfather went on a trip with his friends and Nigel came to stay with me. I had let him have my spare room as I only just moved out into my own hovel away from my family, I had suggested to him that he could always come and snuggle in my room if he got to cold but whenever I brought it up he would just start blushing and stuttering unsure how to respond to me he'd been here a week so far and honestly he was no trouble I make him dinner, clean his clothes and remind him to take showers other then that I didn't see him much he stayed in my spare room doing… I don't know whatever it was he was doing I didn't want to bother him.

But dinner was almost done so I let it all simmer so nothing would burn and went to the spare bedroom door. I had a listen trying to hear what was going on. I could hear moving in there and almost the sound of someone talking. I knocked but there was no reply, I knocked again louder but still nothing so I pushed open the door and instantly my eyes met a sigh I had never Imagined.

Nigel sat on my spare bed, the covers tucked around him and his loose fitting clothes, but his pants where undone and pulled down significantly his hard cock in his hand his eyes closed as he was a million miles away groaning gently as he quickly moved his hand "uuuuuuuuuuhhhhh!! Uuuugghh! Y/n, y/n" he groans

"NIGEL!!" I scream at the top of my lungs

"Y/n!" He yelled in shock pulling the covers up around him so I couldn't see what he was doing "uuuuuhhh hello" he blushed

"Hello, what the hell were you just doing?" I asked

"I was uhhh… cleaning, myself" he lied

"Nigel this is my hovel tell me what you where doing or I'm ejecting you" I warn

"Okay I May… have been just.. jerking off a little" he blushed

"Why?"

"I've been here a week, I'm a boy, you're walking around in little dresses, do I need to explain further why I'm jerking off?"

"But this is my hovel? My spare bed? Why are you jerking off somewhere that's not your own bed?"

"Because it's been a week okay I got desperate" he whined "I jerk off twice a day at home the most I can do here is a quickie in the shower" he whines

"Your jerking off in my shower too!'

"You let me stay here you knew this was going to happen at some point" he explained "what do you think I would just not jerk off for three weeks?" He says getting out the bed and doing his pants up trying to make this situation less awkward

"Kinda yeah"

"Then why were you hinting at me? Saying I could come lay in your bed? You tell me that and thought I wasn't going to be furiously masturbating in the next room thinking about you?"

"No I imagined you'd you know come cuddle in my bed and if you got hard we would have sex?" I explain

"Wait are you serious?" He asked and I nodded "why didn't you tell me that! I would have been in there every bloody night if I knew cuddling and sex was an option"

"What did you think it meant?"

"I thought you meant it as a joke? That's why I was you know jerking off thinking about it, I didn't know I could actually do it!" He complained

"Nigel come have dinner" I laughed "come on you can sleep in my bed tonight" I smiled holding his hand and giving his cheek a kiss.

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timeaftertime-chriscornellfanfic · 5 years ago

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Chapter 7 - I’m Entering Without A Sound

Seattle Washington, July 29 1980

(Andi is 18, Chris is 16)

CHRIS: "I'm sorry if the shirt's a little big..." I say as Andi comes out of the bathroom, her gorgeous dark curls falling down around her shoulders as she adjusts the Black Sabbath Master Of Reality shirt - her favorite Sabbath album by the way - that I was able to find for her in a thrift store downtown.

"That's ok, I like the leggings though," She says so cutely as she looks down at the black distressed leggings I picked out at the same store with a pair of old Doc Marten's.

" - and the boots are a little scuffed up but - "

"No, it's perfect, I love them," She says glancing back at me with those beautiful brown eyes, flipping her curls out of her face.

n the months since I met her - well really since she randomly just showed up in my bathroom - Andi and I have become really close. Incredibly close in fact. When she first got here she ended up staying here in this time for a couple of weeks and obviously since she didn't have a place to stay, I asked her to stay in the basement with me. Not to you know, like, do anything of course - even though I imagine it all the fucking time- but since there was a spare room at the back with just a box spring and a mattress, I made a makeshift little bed for her grabbing blankets and anything I could find in the house. When I went to go and make sure that it was alright with my mom, Andi stopped me and told me not to.

For a little while, it felt like I was hiding her in the basement since she pretty much refused to go with me anywhere, like when I had band practice or when I had to work. Obviously she wouldn't be able to come to work with me but, you know what I mean. She was so afraid that she would 'mess up' things in this time if she interacted with people aside from me. Even though she already met my mom once really quickly, Andi insisted that I can't tell my mom because of the whole 'messing up things' in this time.

It was confusing at first but I understood, and I really loved having Andi here with me. We pretty much bonded over music, laying on the floor of my basement in front of my stereo, talking about our favorite bands and listening to hours and hours of The Beatles, Black Sabbath and Pink Floyd. She told me more about the bands from her time like Guns N Roses, Metallica and Slayer. She explained that Slayer was like an even more demonic version of Venom, but even faster, bridging on speed metal - whatever that is. She told me she's been trying to work on playing Slash's solo part in 'Sweet Child O' Mine' from Guns N Roses, but she can't seem to get the tone right.

'There's just something about the way he plays it' she said. 'I just can't get it quite right'

I just love the way she talks about her music. The way her eyes light up when she explains how it makes her feel, it's the exact same feeling I get. She just knows... she gets me. Every time she says she wishes she could just play it for me, once again, she's afraid it will affect the time line - or something - and probably because I don't have a guitar here for her to show me. Maybe I'll fix that soon...

I told her more about my band - The Jones Street Band - a cover band obviously named after the next street over where we practice. We play everything from AC/DC to Rush to even punk shit like the Ramones. I really love it when we get into covering some Police tunes, since being a drummer, I can really just go all out y'know?

When I saw her leave the first time, it was like nothing I had ever seen before. She was obviously worried about how I would react but it wasn't anything that scared me. It was actually really amazing and sad to see her disappear. Sad in the sense that I had no idea when she would show up again or if she would show up again but amazing in the sense that there are some things in this world you can't explain. Magical moments that can change your life forever. She warned me before it happened, taking my hand and thanking me for letting her stay and just as she touched me, her clothes fell to the floor and she was gone.

When she came back a month later, I was actually surprised. I honestly thought that I was never going to see her again. She once again appeared in my bathroom, completely naked and it was hilarious because I was in there taking a shower when it happened. She scared the shit out of me. I scrambled for a couple of towels to cover us both as I helped her up to sit on the toilet seat. After she was able to catch her breath, we both just started laughing. She was probably laughing at my girly scream 'cause I swear, I thought I was going to die. Ok, I'm being dramatic but seriously, she really startled me. That's when I decided to make sure I left some clothes for her.

The third time was in June and she ended up staying here for another couple of weeks. During that time we just basically spent everyday together. Since she is still going to school, I asked her how in the hell does she keep up with everything especially since she ends up leaving for periods of time. All she would say is that she manages and that she is able to keep up alright.

When she left that third time, that's when I knew I was falling for her. I had never experienced the amount loneliness like I had when she left that third time. I missed her so much, way more than I thought I could ever miss anyone in my life. She had become my best friend and when she left I knew, I wanted to be just more than friends with her. There just isn't any way that I could tell her yet. Even now, because I don't want to end up messing up the time line either.

Damn, this is complicated.

Before she left though, she did tell me little bit more about how we met in her time and left me a list of dates of when she would be here. When I asked her how she knew when she would be here, she just shrugged and said that she just knew. She was pretty vague on explaining when we would meet for the first time for her, but she said we would meet backstage in the dressing room at The Central on February 13th 1988 but she wouldn't tell me much more than that. Other than when we do meet, to go easy on her and to not say too much because once again she was afraid that she would mess up the time line which would defeat the existence of those dates she gave me which may make it so I would never see her again, but here she is, her beautiful self standing in my living room as she ties up the bottom of the Black Sabbath shirt I found for her.

"Thank you for um... leaving some clothes for me this time, I forgot to say something the last time but I didn't know if I was coming back here or not," She says.

"You're welcome," I say and we sit down in our usual spot on the floor in front of my stereo.

"Um... I'm sorry I hate to ask but, I'm really hungry. Would you happen to have anything - ?" She looks at me with those beautiful dark eyes furrowing her brow.

"Oh yea, of course... jeeze don't be sorry. Um... is a sandwich ok?" I ask as I stand up.

"Anything," She exhales. I give her a small smile and head to the basement stairs, climbing 2 at a time and make my way into the kitchen. Realizing I'm hungry myself, I quickly make us both a sandwich, grab 2 cans of Coke and hurriedly make my way back downstairs.

"Did you write this?" She asks, holding a piece of paper in her hands and flipping her curls out of her face.

"Uhhh... yea but - " I cut myself off and scramble over to the floor, setting the sandwiches and drinks down on the coffee table and quickly take the paper from her hand.

"You're not supposed to see that - I mean it's not finished yet," I say nervously, feeling my voice shake as she looks at me confused.

"What is it?" She asks so cutely, shuffling a little closer to me.

"Um..." I hesitate.

"Is it a poem?" She grins.

"No, not really" I say glancing over the messiness that is my handwriting, a combination of lower and upper case letters scribbled across the page.

"Is it a song?" She raises her eyebrow with a cute little smirk spreading across those perfect full but tiny lips. I glance at her and begin to feel nervous and look back down at the page, then quickly fold it up.

"No, it's... it's nothing," I exhale, running my fingers through my hair.

"Chris, come on tell me, what is it?" She asks so sweetly. I glance back at her and I realize she's moved even closer to me, and all I want to do is just kiss those perfect lips of hers.

"Uh, here... you um, said you were hungry?" I change the subject, stuffing the paper in my jeans pocket and grab one of the sandwiches I made and offer it to her.

"Yea," She says her expression falling a little as she takes it from me, taking a bite. Suddenly she stops eating and sets the sandwich back down on the plate and I can tell by the expression on her face that she isn't feeling well.

"Andi?"

"Chris, I think I have to go," She says.

"No, wait you just got here," I say worriedly reaching for her hand.

"I know, bu -but I'll be back -" She stammers a little which is normal when she's about to go.

"Andi -?"

"Bye Chris,"

"Wait - " and as she leans in to hug me, all that is left is her clothes in a slump on the floor.

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hellevator-mp3 · 6 years ago

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you’re my wish (maybe it came true) || Part 7 (End)

Pairing(s): Changlix, Woochan, Seungjin, Minsung, Jeongdam

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2,700+

Warnings: None

Author Note: and so...it ends ㅠㅠ uhhh this has been a fun ride, and i am so thankful for the support i got?? it may not seem like a lot to others but it was a lot to me so yeah thank you?? i’m starting another series soon, for monsta x this time so please be on the lookout for that!!

felix has made many wishes in his lifetime. the one that he least expected to come true is the one that stands out the most when it comes true, and he can’t find anything to be more thankful for.

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felix’s week with changbin flew by quickly. chan had gone to stay with woojin, to allow the two to get to know one another better, leaving changbin and felix alone in the apartment. they - changbin and felix, that is - grew more and more domestic as the days went by. every morning, changbin would be up and out of bed before felix would even consider it, and the elder would make breakfast for the two of them. the smell of cooking food would rouse felix, who would make his way into the kitchen to find his soulmate hunched over the stove, flipping pancakes or bacon or whatever he had fancied that morning. felix would either a: sit quietly at the dining table and wait patiently for food, or b: walk up behind changbin, wrapping his arms around the other and startling him out of his quiet trance.

more often than not, felix chose the latter.

today, however, was not part of the more often than not. he fixed himself a mug of hot chocolate to combat the cold outside that seemed to filter in through the windows, sipping on it thoughtfully as he watched changbin cook. within a few minutes, breakfast was served and they were eating across from each other. when they got done, felix took their plates and washed them, before sliding back to his seat on sock covered feet, leaning towards changbin excitedly. “so, when are we decorating for christmas?” he chirped, and changbin wanted to say no, say never, but he couldn't say no to the twinkle in felix's eye. he sighed and replied with a small 'today, i guess’ which had felix jumping from his seat and near sprinting to their - changbin's - room to change. the room's owner followed at a slower pace, digging through his closet to find warmer clothes.

truth be told, changbin had no decorations, meaning that they would spend the whole day shopping and setting up for one day, and by the time the holiday was over in about 3 days, felix would be headed back to australia on a plane, alongside chan, so that he could finish his last semester of classes, and so could chan. however, the group had the rest of his stay planned out - they would meet up at the mall to find decorations, and would split up into their respective couples to go home and decorate. then, the next day, they would be going to lotte world together as a group, and then christmas eve was going to be spent at their respective apartments, to get prepared for christmas. they were all gathering at changbin's place, since he had the most free space out of all of them.

once the couple was dressed, they headed out the door into the bitter cold to embark on their decorating mission. changbin was less than enthusiastic as felix filled their arms with bags full of ornaments, tinsel, lights, a wreath, and even fairy lights just because, amongst many other things. their tree was set to be delivered later in the day, giving them an opportunity to get home and set up for it. after hours upon hours of shopping and emptying his wallet for his soulmate, changbin finally put his foot down and said that it was time to get home.

upon arrival, felix was quick to begin stringing up fairy lights all over the place, a string finding themselves nestled behind where the tree was going to go, and another string over changbin's bed. the wreath was hung on the outside of the bedroom door, and wobbled dangerously every time someone so much as glanced at the door. but it was fine, at lwast in changbin's opinion. seeing the other flitting around the room with hands full of decorations was endearing, especially as he began to belt out christmas carols at the top of his lungs, deep voice resonating around the apartment as he sang along to the radio that changbin had set up.

changbin swayed lightly to the music, until he was abruptly pulled to his feet by felix and they began to sway in sync to the slow beat of a song. felix hummed softly, eyes closed and a content smile on his lips as they swayed. soon enough, it turned into a proper slow dance, and felix laid a kiss on his cheek when the younger dipped him. that's when changbin finally tried to pull away, not managing to get far before felix was pulling him back in - for a proper kiss, this time.

neither of them with describe it as fireworks exploding or sparks flying, not like their first meeting. it was soft, gentle, sweet. it was the relief of coming home after a long time away. it was the happiness of seeing an old friend. it was the content of coming home to a warm bed and a nice meal.

it was, most of all, theirs.

the moment was ever so rudely interrupted by the delivery man knocking on the door, both of them breaking apart and racing to the door to let him in. it wasn't long before they had the tree where it was meant to be, covered in ornaments and tinsel and lights shining softly in the corner. they ate a quick meal that changbin had ordered while felix decorated, a movie playing in the background as they drifted off to sleep on one another.

when they awoke the next morning, neither of them got up to cook, instead opting to get dressed and go on a hunt for a good meal.

after they ate, they began the journey to lotte world, where half of the group was already waiting. felix waved in greeting when they saw the rest, jisung immediately sprinting over to his other ‘00 liner friend, complaining that hyunjin and seungmin were teasing him. felix was instantly in defense mode, especially when the aforementioned couple came over and continued teasing jisung over something that had clearly happened before changbin and felix arrived. changbin watched in silence as his soulmate argued with his friends, taking in the delighted looks on all of their faces when somebody said something particularly witty or amusing. changbin couldn’t make out exactly what was said, all he knew was that suddenly felix was calling out ‘right, binnie?’ and changbin (obviously) had no choice but to agree. the others cooed, and it turned into a barrage of dumb puns on the nickname, but he simply glared at them (jokingly, of course) before striding over to join chan and woojin. the two were talking quietly, welcoming changbin into their little circle soon enough, and passing over the tickets that they got for him and felix. he thanked them, stuffing the papers into his back pocket that was soon invaded by a certain aussie’s hand. he swatted at felix, cheeks burning a bright red as the other came up next to him and wrapped an arm around his waist, his hand buried in changbin’s back pocket. after a minute of the younger not relenting, changbin finally wrapped his arm around the boy’s waist and allowed him to silently join their conversation on whether or not wasps had necks - courtesy of chan.

finally, with all the group gathered, they walked into the gates of the amusement park together and almost immediately split up as quickly as they had gathered. first was jeongin and yedam, who were on the hunt for cotton candy. then, as they passed by the highest roller coaster in the park, minho dragged jisung away, “for shits and giggles”, he had said. the sounds of their screams that followed the remaining six’s retreating forms told of their fate. then, hyunjin and seungmin split off to ride the carousel, or so seungmin could take pictures of hyunjin and vice versa. that left just changbin, chris, felix, and woojin. when jisung and minho finally hunted them down, minho dragged woojin off, claiming that it was for some super secret plan, leaving jisung to latch onto felix, telling of the horrors he had seen on the roller coaster.

changbin mostly tuned them out, until he couldn’t anymore - aka, when felix began to chant ‘tea cups’ over and over, until the words lost all meaning and he was just slurring out nonsense. the elder two led the way to the tea cups, where they got in one and jisung and felix in another. their tea cup was going at a relaxing pace, occasionally twisting as one of them gave the wheel a turn. however...felix and jisung flew past them more than once, whooping and hollering as they worked in tandem to spin the wheel as fast as possible.

that was the end of that, changbin had decided as he drug a dizzy felix off the ride, chan supporting a nearly sick jisung who suffered from the same fate.

they spent a few more hours wandering around the park, occasionally splitting off to do their own thing and occasionally finding other members of the group. they watched yedam, jeongin, felix, and hyunjin get onto the gyro swing - changbin and seungmin made jokes that they may never see their soulmates again. the whole group went onto the swinging pirate ship at once, screaming their heads off as it got higher and higher. changbin wouldn’t admit that he stumbled getting off that ride, even though the laughter behind him proved that he did. they saw minho stubbornly trying to win jisung a stuffed bear at one of the shooting booths, and watched jisung utterly annihilate him and win the bear for himself. changbin got dragged into one of the dual bumper cars, facing off against woojin and chan, laughing every time felix steered them the wrong way.

all in all, the two of them said it was a good day, and an even better night, as they fell into bed and passed out without even changing from their clothes.

(changbin rushed into the bathroom to shower as soon as he woke up, claiming that he smelled of cheap fried foods and the other smells that filled the park)

they spent christmas with their friends, and video chatting with their family back home. it was a very quiet occasion, spending most of their time curled up in the nest of blankets and pillows that accumulated in changbin’s living room, christmas movies playing in front of blind eyes as they slept.

the next day passed in a blur, and soon enough, felix was packing his things to leave. every few clothing items, he had to stop and kiss changbin gently, promising that he would be back, that they would be together soon enough, and they’d spend the summer together and felix would work so changbin could meet his family. he didn’t want to use all of his soulmate fund just yet, instead wanting to put it towards rent and things when he finally moved in with changbin. soon enough, he was boarding the plane, after having shared a few tear stained kisses with changbin. soon enough, he was landing in his home country, running into the arms of his mom who murmured sweet reassurances into his hair.

summer arrived in a hurry, classes finishing quickly and felix’s mother video calling changbin so he could see his soulmate walk across the stage to retrieve his diploma. the second they got home that day, before his graduation party commenced, felix pulled down his suitcase once more and began to throw his belongings into it, having already booked his flight back to korea that morning. he and chan would be flying back separately, since chan also had to put in his two weeks notice, letting his school know that he would be giving up his coach position and moving out of the country. the two of them had already gone through the necessary visa procedures, and chan even got certified to teach - miracuously - english in the same school that woojin worked at.

after a ten hour flight, felix was nearly dead on his feet - but the thought of seeing his soulmate for the first time in a whole semester had all his energy buzzing. he waited until the plane was nearly clear before getting off, figuring that it would be easier to get his bag without the crowd around him, and also getting through the terminal would be quicker. he went through customs quickly, anxious to get to the arrival area and see changbin. soon enough, he was striding through the electric doors and scanning the area for changbin, seeing neither hide nor hair of him. his shoulders slumped slightly as he pulled out his phone to check and make sure that he had actually showed up, seeing a text to come to the baggage claim, that changbin already had his bag. a bright smile blessed his lips as he jogged to the baggage claim, looking for changbin. standing just a few feet away from the belt was changbin, holding a gigantic sign, a bouquet of roses and a bunch of balloons. the sign had been decorated brightly, green glittery letters spelling out ‘welcome home, felix’ and felix could feel the tears welling up behind his eyes. changbin had told him not to switch for the whole week before he arrived, and now he knew why. changbin passed the balloons and sign off to someone else - who felix realized was seungmin - before catching the smaller boy in his arms, twirling the two of them around in their excitement.

seungmin loudly gagged when felix pressed his hands to changbin’s cheeks, pulling him in for a kiss, and then another, and then one more before finally getting down. and then pulling him back for yet another kiss.

changbin could only watch in awe over the next few months as his apartment morphed into theirs. it was felix’s sweater draped over the arm of the couch, it was felix’s albums and cd’s taking up space on his shelves, it was felix’s clothing filling half of his closet, it was felix’s favorite cereals sitting next to his on top of the fridge, it was felix lying next to him in bed, wearing changbin’s clothes and smelling of changbin’s body wash, but it was both of them that made up the love that filled the space, the two of them that slowly but surely made a life for themselves.

over the following years, felix became a fairly esteemed producer who taught dance classes at minho’s studio occasionally. chan stopped coaching soccer in australia and instead taught english in korea, sneaking kisses from woojin in the break room when they thought no one was looking, before woojin had to rush back to his vocal students. jisung often joined felix and changbin in changbin’s tattoo parlor, and quietly sat in the back room humming a tune and jotting down lyrics. they were often joined by minho, as well, who liked to sit next to his fiance - after finally working up the nerve and proposing - and critiquing lines of his work. changbin and felix joined the newly married hyunjin and seungmin for dinner one night, and the next day, found themselves exploring the depths of the animal shelter with yedam and jeongin, each of them sporting promise rings. both couples came away with a new pet - yedam and jeongin with a small dog that they couldn’t decide on a name for, and changbin and felix with a furry cat named ash. the two were joined by the others on the summer night that changbin finally proposed, dropping to one knee in front of felix and popping open the velvet box. felix burst out laughing, mirroring changbin’s position on the ground as he pulled out his own velvet ring box and showed changbin. the two of them nearly cried as they realized how in sync they really were.

felix has made many wishes in his lifetime. the one that he least expected to come true is the one that stands out the most when it comes true, and he can’t find anything to be more thankful for.

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superparadise-ghost · 6 years ago

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The Ghosts Can Sing, and They Ache to be Heard

hi!

this is available on ao3 if you’d like to read it there, I’d probably recommend that. you can bookmark it there!

this might be for you if you: like Drew Tanaka, wish Drew Tanaka got a redemption arc, like Halloween stories, like a hypothetical friendship between Drew Tanaka and Will Solace, uhhh like Drew Tanaka

this is probably not for you if: you do not like Drew Tanaka, in which case I respect your decision but also why

Description: "Ghosts can't sing."

But Drew is beginning to doubt that sentence. And she's beginning to doubt her memories of Silena Beauregard.

Or, Drew Tanaka keeps coming back to the same Halloween costume, despite how much she thinks she hates it, and she keeps hearing somebody sing Silena's old, favourite song, without anybody actually being there to sing such a melody...

Chapter: 1/6

Ghosts Can’t Sing

“Ghosts can’t sing. They don’t have any breath left, so they don’t have a voice.”

Drew doesn’t look up from her laptop at Lacy Liou’s argument. She’s too busy browsing mindlessly through Halloween costumes. She isn’t going to be buying one (she stitches fabric by hand every October), but she’s searching for inspiration.

One image shows a bad replica of Veronica Sawyer. Drew frowns thoughtfully, and jots Veronica, or Heather D? on her notepad. It sits beneath black swan.

“It’s a story, Lacy.” Piper Mclean’s voice sounds exasperated, tired. The distinct sound of a coin hitting wood rings in Drew’s ears. Piper curses. “Fuck. Now I can’t find it! That was a whole two dollars!”

“Maybe next time, don’t launch it at the ceiling,” Mitchell Plums suggests.

Drew’s cursor hovers over a picture of a doll costume. She purses her lips. She went as a doll two years ago, but… maybe she can pull it off again?

She scribbles the idea down.

“Anyway, Lacy, it’s a made-up story. Leo told me it. Haven’t you ever heard of ghost stories?” Drew finally looks up, feeling her neck creak with pain, to see Piper crawling around the floor, hands running over the wooden panels to feel for a coin.

“It’s a dumb story,” Lacy mumbles. She’s sitting on her bunk, legs dangling seven feet off the ground, kicking her feet back and forth slowly. Drew thinks her outfit is a little too Mean Girls for the year 2018—a pink-and-white chequered skirt, a pink turtleneck, a pink cap and white, appropriately-lacy socks.

“All ghost stories are dumb, Lace,” Drew says, closing her laptop. Her notepad is full enough that Drew can now make a comparison. “Especially any Leo Valdez tells.”

“Hey!” Piper pokes her head out from beneath her bed. “He may be an idiot, but he’s my idiot best friend. And the story wasn’t that dumb. Right, Mitch?”

Mitchell stays quiet, and Drew can see him pretending he can’t hear the girls bickering.

“So, I wasn’t listening.” Drew tucks her laptop beneath her bed and ignores Piper’s comment of ‘to nobody’s surprise’. “What was the story?”

“I can’t be bothered to repeat it now,” Piper sighs. “The main idea is that there’s this boy, and his brother, who always sang some song, dies in a car crash. And the boy lives his life in mourning and one day, while he’s in the shower, he hears a muffled singing. He gets out of the shower to look, nobody’s there. It happens a few more times until this guy just fucking rips open the shower curtains to see who it is, and it’s the ghost of his brother.”

“Spooky,” Drew drawls, and smirks. Piper rolls her eyes.

“Well, if you want to yell at someone for the story, go talk to Leo,” she says, sitting up on her knees, a dusty coin in her hand. “Ha! I found it after all. Suck on that, Fates.”

“Yeah, actually, I might go do that,” Drew says. She swings her legs off the bed and stands up, stretching. Her red Chuck Taylors thud on the floor. Piper blanches.

“Wait, what? Hold on, Drew, wait, I was kidding, I—”

“Bye, love!” Drew makes sure her red skirt swishes when she turns around—it’s a habit. “If Leo isn’t at dinner, you know why!”

She exits the cabin as Piper yells, Lacy snorts with laughter and Mitchell gasps.

The day is… fine, Drew supposes. There’s little cloud cover, and the sun is just sitting over the horizon, ready to set, dying the sky a golden shade of orange. There’s a breeze, but it’s only just cold enough to separate the weather from a Spring day. Birds are chirping somewhere in the woods, and if Drew strains to hear over kids squealing and Sherman Yang bellowing for a fight, she can hear the water nymphs gossiping.

But Drew’s never been a fan of Autumn. She much prefers Summer, when she can jump into the lake with her clothes on and nobody will whisper that’s not a very preppy thing to do behind her back. When she doesn’t have to bother with wearing a sweater, and wondering what time she’ll have to shed it, and when she’ll have to pull it back on.

Oh, well. She’s not Zeus.

Drew looks around camp. She’s not going to go make fun of Leo—she never was. She just wanted to go outside before it got too cold to do so in a skirt. But now, she’s not too sure where to go. Perhaps she can just go for a walk around camp, listening for some rumours she can either debunk or pull to the surface. Or she can head to the archery range, watch Bella Swarchovski practise her shooting (the girl had some biceps, Drew wasn’t ashamed to admit she thought she was cute). Maybe she could even pick up a spear and train for a bit, run the stick through some dummies.

Her eyes drift to the big house, where somebody’s blaring The 1975 so loudly it hurts to even try and think over it.

She knows who’s in there, making such a ruckus. She might as well go convince him to turn it down.

Drew feels dry leaves skate on her calves as she wipes her feet on the doormat of the big house. They feel like the breath of a vampire—dry and coarse. She shudders, and walks inside.

The music is ten times louder now, and she can see the culprit. Honestly, to not see him would require absolutely no vision; nobody can miss a mop of curly blond hair, or a six-foot figure that dances like he can’t even walk, or a bright orange set of scrubs. Drew almost wishes she wasn’t even friends with this boy.

“WILL!” She screams to be heard over the music. Will Solace doesn’t seem to hear. He continues to jump around while cutting bandages, which, Drew presumes, is totally not proper safety protocol. “WILL SOLACE!”

Finally, Will freezes, and turns around. In one hand, he holds a pair of scissors, open and very sharp. In the other, a roll of bandages. A paper sticker with his name in messy handwriting, spelled with three Ls, is stuck to the pocket of his scrubs. He grins, and waves at Drew.

“Hey Drew!” He shouts. “What’s up?”

“Your music volume? Turn it down, dude!”

Will’s eyebrows scrunch together in a way Drew may have once found endearing and attractive. He dials the volume knob on his old radio to the left and bites his lip sheepishly.

“Better?” He asks. Drew chuckles.

“So much better. Now I can hear myself think.”

Will’s blue eyes convey too many emotions for Drew to keep up with. They’re always like that—they swirl and flicker like stars, matching the constellations of freckles all over his skin. He sets down the bandages and scissors and beckons Drew over.

“So what brings you to the infirmary? Other than the music, I mean.” Will prods a cupboard door shut with his foot. Drew wanders forward, picking up a framed polaroid photo on her way.

It’s a photo from last year’s Halloween party, hosted by the Aphrodite cabin, as usual. Drew’s wearing an elaborate fae costume she’d designed from scratch, all detailed and shimmery gold. She’s rather proud of that costume.

On the left of past-Drew, Will has one arm around Nico di Angelo, and one around Lou Ellen Blackstone. He grins with horribly fake vampire teeth, a set to go with his costume. To Drew’s right, Cecil Markowitz is wearing a crown made of glowsticks and sticking out his tongue.

“We need a better photo this year,” Drew says, setting the phot back down and turning back to Will, who nods cheerfully.

“Oh, yeah. I have a much better costume this year, and I’ve even convinced Nico to dress up. I hope your cabin can make the party as good as ever.”

“We’ll go above and beyond, Solace,” Drew promises, falling into a spinning chair and using her toes to push herself around. “As long as you guys can get a good playlist. Can I know your costume?”

“You cannot!” Will snips one last bandage and collapses on a cot, sprawled out like some long-ass octopus. “You’ll have to wait and see.”

“Shame.” Drew twirls her hair between her fingers, watches as the sun sends glowing, faint rays through the window and Will subconsciously absorbs it into his skin. His eyes seem to glow a little brighter. “I was going to ask for help on what I should go as.”

“I can still help!” Will exclaims. Drew tries not to laugh at the excitement in his voice. “Look, do you have a list? Because I already came up with some ideas, like, what about the girl from The Ring?”

“Samara?”

“Yeah, her! Or Edna, from The Incredibles.”

“I’m not going as her!” Drew bursts, watching Will cackle. “I’m way too tall!”

“I know, I know, I was kidding.” Will gulps down some water from a glass next to the cot. “In all seriousness, though, do you have any ideas?”

“Um…” Drew screws up her nose and tries to think back to her notepad. It’s only been a few minutes ago that she’d looked at it, but her ADHD makes her memory about as good as a goldfish’s. “Well, I know Veronica Sawyer was on it. Or Heather Duke. And, um… Wednesday Addams?”

Will nods sensibly, like he’s in the middle of a meeting, and drums his fingers on his knees to the tune of whatever song is playing now. Drew knows for sure that a black swan ballet dancer was on there, but for some reason, she feels hesitant to s it. Perhaps it’s because that had always been something Silena had suggested she’d go as when she grew older.

The comment has always bothered Drew—the black swan was the villain of Swan Lake’s story, the one who pushed Odette to her death. It wasn’t fair that Silena always saw Drew as the villain, the ‘bad girl’ who’s only motive was lust.

It especially wasn’t fair that Silena turned out to be the traitor, the sister who got so many killed. The sister who always dressed as the white swan.

And yet… the pull of the black swan costume is strong. Drew hates how appealing the idea of going in such a costume is.

“I think Veronica’s a good idea,” Will finally says, snapping Drew from her bitter memories. “I mean, her side of the story is much creepier and more disturbing than Duke’s.”

“Mhm.” Drew is only half listening. And Duke is the villain. “And, like, there’s a whole list. We’ll give it a look-over tomorrow?”

It’s a question. Lately, Will’s been pretty busy looking after his little sister, Tess, who has influenza. And, of course, he’s always on dates with Nico.

“Yeah, come and meet me at archery range at about noon!” Will glances outside, and Drew follows his gaze. The sun has finally set—time for dinner. Time to go help Piper wrangle their siblings.

“Will do.” Drew stands up and blows a kiss to Will, who pretends to catch it and grins. “See you tomorrow, love. Tell Tess I hope she gets better soon.”

When Drew arrives back at the Aphrodite cabin, her siblings are lined up, chatting about Halloween and the pumpkins they’ll carve and the costumes they’ll wear. Drew tells Piper she’ll catch up to them at the dining pavilion, if she wants to take them all now. Piper nods and herds everybody outside, leaving Drew alone with her notebook in hand.

She hesitates, but once she starts to scratch out black swan, she can’t stop. She scribbles furiously, feeling her heart clench and not stopping until she rips the paper with a harsh hiss.

#drew tanaka #will solace #nico di angelo #solangelo #piper mclean #lacy pjo #mitchell pjo #pjo #hoo #toa #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus #trials of apollo #the ghosts can sing and they ache to be heard #fic #madelyn writes

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itsadrizzit · 6 years ago

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2, 5 and 8, please!

THANKS! Answers are under the cut because, as usual, I get LONG WINDED! I just love talking about my work, okay?

Fanfic Day Meme

2. What is your favourite snippet of dialogue?

Can I be EXTRA and give you some from all my fics (the recent ones anyway?) I feel like they all have this one moment that’s like…ah ha that dialogue bit was PERFECTION

Maybe It Will All Come Back to Me

‘You’re not half as charming as you think you are. Now stop arsing about, I want coffee.’

‘Fine,’ Vincent said, turning back to the stove. ‘I know how dangerous it is to get between you and your coffee. I’d hate to put my life at risk.’

‘Smart. I knew there was a reason I liked you.’

‘Not my devastating good looks and captivating personality?’

‘Just make coffee.’

‘Hmm okay. But only because I fear for my safety if I don’t.’

Merry Christmas, Here’s to Many More

“What are you watching?”

“Great British Bake Off.” Vincent said, nonchalant, as though this were a thing he did every day at eight thirty in the morning.

“Great…what? Have you been watching a baking show for three hours?”

“There’s nothing else on. I’ve seen all these already, but when I tuned in they were making stroopwafels and it made me think of home so I left it.”

“Hmm.” Chris could understand that. Honestly, he could go for a stroopwafel and coffee himself right now, but he had a match tomorrow and needed to be careful what he ate—even on Christmas.

Then his brain caught up with Vincent’s words and he lifted his head from Vincent’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, did you say you’ve seen all these already? Since when do you watch Great British Bake Off?”

Vincent shrugged and pursed his lips, eyes turned to the floor, his cheeks tinged with the barest hint of pink. “I…well I started watching it when I moved here, honestly, but I’ve been watching back seasons while I’ve been away and I watched the latest season online. I confess I’m a bit hooked.”

“But…” Chris started and then stopped because Vincent could watch whatever he wanted but why hadn’t he heard about this baking show obsession before now? “You don’t bake, do you? Unless you were holding out on me for all those months.”

“No. I just…It all looks so good and I can’t actually eat cake because of training, which I know is sort of like torturing yourself, but the whole idea of it is just…” a pause and then he set himself, jaw strong and his voice firm as he lifted his eyes from their fixed stare at the floor. “I really like cake, Christian, leave me alone.”

We’re Less Than Half As Close As I Want to Be

Vincent looked down at the bag in his hands, then squinted at the screen, “You got me a Denmark shirt?”

“Open it all the way up,” Christian said. “I promise it will make sense eventually.”

Vincent lifted the adhesive flap and slipped the shirt out onto his lap. Fabric cool and smooth against his hands, although the underside had ridges in it where the designers had ruined an otherwise sharp and sleek kit by carving an outline of a viking into it.

He hoped his uncontrolled eye roll had been obscured from Christian’s view when he held up the shirt to examine it.

“This shirt is terrible,” Vincent said.

Christian let out a snort of protest, which Vincent ignored, then said, “Turn it around. The front is just regular.”

Vincent did as he’d been instructed, flipping the shirt over at his hands and staring at the back. It wasn’t much better than the front, really—bizarre font that made most of the players’ names nearly unreadable. This one no different. White lettering stark against the bright red background.

He blinked at the shirt for a few seconds. Staring. Processing. Taking it all in. Trying to understand what this was supposed to mean.

“Christian what the hell?”

“I got you a shirt.”

Vincent lowered the shirt to his lap so he could stare down at the screen. “I see that, but…I’m not Danish.”

“No. You’re not. But I am.”

“That doesn’t make any sense,” Vincent said. “None of this makes any sense. It’s a Denmark shirt, but it’s not your shirt. It’s…mine? Or, well, it has my name on it. But your number? Or mine? Although not your number, really, or my number but…”

Stay in My Eyeline

Hard to choose for this one because everything Daley says is great, but I love Chris and the Belgians, so…

“Why would any of us make it easier for you to continue making these abysmally bad life choices, Chris?” Toby asked.

“Please don’t make me call him.” Chris was ordinarily above begging, especially when he knew his friends would hold it over him for as long as they could, but these were extenuating circumstances.

“Christiaan ,” Toby said in the disapproving tone of a Dutch opa he reserved for whenever Chris was being particularly stupid about something involving Vincent. “If you want to do something this monumentally idiotic, then you’re going to have to work for it. I’m certainly not going to enable you.”

“Nor I,” Jan said.

“Well I’m not doing it,” Mousa said with a shrug. “But don’t think I don’t want to find out what happens when you do. I sort of wish we could watch it over a group chat.”

Chris threw a hand in the air. “I thought friends were supposed to help and support one another in their time of need.”

“How badly do you want to do this, Chris?” Jan asked. “Bad enough that you’re willing to go through all of this? Think on it.”

His friends were being insufferable, but Chris couldn’t blame them for it. The whole thing was probably hilarious, really, if you weren’t the one who had to call your ex and ask him to get you tickets to watch your current boyfriend, who was on the same team as your ex, play a match. With the added complication that as far as Chris was aware neither of them knew about his involvement with the other.

When had Chris’s life gotten this complicated? All he’d ever wanted to do was put his head down and play football, not end up in a string of problematic relationships with members of the Dutch National Team.

“And what am I supposed to say to him when I call? ‘Hi, sorry I’ve been going out of my way to ignore you for five years. Can you get me a ticket to your match today? Thanks, that’s so great of you. Just so you know, this doesn’t make us friends or anything, I just really need a ticket and you’re the only one I can call. Okay?”

“Overdramatic much?” Mousa asked, raising one eyebrow.

This May Be My Last Song

I cut this one for length because I needed to get the whole thing in but it was LONG, so I took out some of the narrative.

“We’re sort of a mess, aren’t we?”

“Hmmm,” Christian said. “A beautiful mess, yes. After all, here’s me all businesslike and telling you to leave me behind and go to Brighton and then the next second getting all sentimental because you’re laying in bed making that face.”

“What face?”

“Your ‘I really want to fuck you right now’ face.”

He scowled down at the phone where Christian’s face was quirked into a wide grin, the corners of his eyes crinkling up as he laughed at Vincent.

“I don’t have a face for that.”

“Mmmm.” Christian’s voice shaking, with laughter this time, and none of this was funny thank you very much. “Not true. You have a face for everything. Lucky for you, that one is particularly hard to resist.”

“Stop laughing! I do not have an I want to fuck you face.” His voice a bit louder than he’d intended. Echoing off the walls and through the sparse, open space.

The click of a door handle a second later and Tonny’s voice around the corner. “Do I want to know?”

“It’s…uhhh…” Vincent said, flashing a warning look down at Christian as he scrambled for the button to mute the audio.

“None of my goddamn business,” Tonny said, lifting his headphones from the bedside table and sliding them around his neck. “I’ll just…be over here. You…keep on doing whatever it is you’re doing. Don’t worry about me.”

Heat rising in Vincent’s cheeks. “I…ummm.”

Tonny held up a hand and shoved his headphones over his ears. On screen, Vincent found himself staring at the ceiling of Christian’s hotel room, phone abandoned on the bed as Christian continued his fits of laughter.

Vincent had just straightened up, earphones in hand, when Tonny slipped his headphones off the ear closest to Vincent.

“To be fair to whoever that is, you do though,” he said, his voice matter-of-fact.

Vincent’s face burning hot now, and how did Tonny know anything about his sex face?

“I…oh my God, what?” Vincent’s head in his hands because this was not happening to him.

“You have a face. For everything. Definitely for that.” Tonny shoved his headphones back on his ears and flashed Vincent a thumbs up.

Vincent flopped onto the bed, shoved the headphones into their port, and tapped at his screen, still showing the dull white of the hotel ceiling tiles. “Are you done?”

Darkness as Christian’s hand closed around his phone, then a finger jabbed at the screen before Christian’s gasps of laughter burst into his ears.

“Oh. My. God.” Christian gasped out in English before switching back to breathless Dutch. “Your entire face right now. Who was that? He’s fantastic. We should be friends.”

Vincent glared down at Christian. “Tonny. Who apparently has seen my non-existent sex face. Godverdomme, Chris stop laughing.”

I refuse to select one from Five Times Christian Eriksen because there are MANY of them and my co-author wrote most of the funny bits anyway,

From the Loose Ends podfic, I will just go with a line that made me laugh out loud at the way I delivered it EVERY SINGLE TIME. It is in Chapter 9 when Eric and Dele are drunk and in Portugal and Eric misspeaks and then Dele makes fun of him for it and the way I read that line was honestly just MINT. You can listen to just that clip here (right click it to open in a new tab).

5. What’s your favorite headcanon you use in fics?

Ummm…I think my favourite is that Vincent used to watch Christian when he played at Ajax. Even though Vincent was at Feyenoord and he was supposed to blindly HATE all Ajax players he’d saw Christian playing in a match vs the Feyenoord first team when Vincent was still on the Feyenoord youth team and he basically became fully infatuated with him in that borderline obsessive first crush way. He’d record the Ajax matches and watch them late at night in his room and he’d watch all the interviews and videos of Christian and the Denmark matches when he could get them. It’s one of the main reasons he went to Spurs because he knew Christian was there and he wanted a chance to play with him. So when they first meet Vincent already knows a ton about Christian and he has to act like he isn’t the biggest fankid in the world and try to just be cool like…he is your teammate and your peer now, you can’t just stare at him and gush over him. Meanwhile Christian is his usual oblivious self who has no idea that Vincent has had a crush on him since he was a teenager.

8. How often do people catch onto your little details?

Honestly…I have no idea. I don’t even know if *I* catch on to my little details. If any of my readers out there want to weigh in on this I’m happy to know. Same with podfic…how often do people catch the little effects I put in. Sometimes they are in your face, but sometimes they’re pretty subtle so I wonder if anyone notices them or not.

This is an interesting question. No one has ever really mentioned them to me, but I am always interested at the things people do pick up in my writing because I’m like oh, you’re right, but…I never meant that to be a thing, but there it is! So it’s always a fun surprise, even for me.

Thanks! Fun as always. Sorry I got a bit out of control with the dialogue. Dialogue is one of my favourite things to do.

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monster-massage-blog · 8 years ago

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Dreams of a Happier Time (13)

“Alright, that’s my condition, so I guess we’ll get to...summoning you.” Saga muttered. “So...ahhh...it’s a little unusual. Eurus, could you explain it to him?”

“Very well.” Eurus said. “Basically, you must find a tune that suits you, then play it and the evoker will dance and draw you into this world.”

“I am no musician.” Aura stated. “How am I to produce this music?”

“Well you simply control the vibrat-oh.” Eurus stopped suddenly. “...That’s right, you can’t. Oh dear. I suppose you’ll have to find some other way to make your tune.”

“Well why can’t you do it if you’re so good at it?” Aura asked.

“It doesn’t quite work that way.” Eurus stated. “I can make my own tune because I feel it suits me and it changes on my feeling. I don’t think I can do your song for you.”

“...Well then.” Aurau muttered “What...do we do about this?” There was a pause before Aura spoke again. “Hm? Oh? Hold on a moment, a time Elemental is desiring my attention.” Then Aura seemed to have become absent.

“A time elemental for him also...interesting.” Eurus muttered. “Will he give him the same warning?”

“It might.” Saga said. “Didn’t it help you though? Like...sped up time for you?”

“...I’ll say yes to avoid a very long explanation.” Eurus said after pondering it for a moment.

“Is it really that complicated?” Saga asked.

“Everything involving a time elemental is complicated.” Eurus sighed. “I doubt even THEY know what they’re doing most of the time. The one I spoke to thought he was earlier than he was.”

“Well...nobody’s infallible. Maybe the one Aura is talking to will be a bit more on the ball.”

“Okay so what was this about a large potential risk?” Aura asked, jumping back in without warning. “We got a touch side-tracked and it seemed they were in a bit of a hurry, even after we’d made our own time bubble or whatever that was. Anyway, Eurus, you CAN do my music for me it seems.”

“What?” Eurus asked. “Are you QUITE sure?”

“Well according to our friend here, you can connect with other elementals through the evoker but you must first...erm...what was it?” There was some unintelligible muttering that sounded like it came from the background. “Ah. Touch his palm...and what? Give him a marble? What are you talking about? What do you mean ‘You’ll see’? Gaaah...you truly are a vexing one! Eurus, touch his palm!”

“Erm...with what?” Eurus asked. “I have no limbs.”

“Nuzzle my hand?” Saga offered, raising his left hand for Eurus. “I can just pet you if you don’t mind.”

“I...suppose that’d be just fine.” Eurus nodded and lowered himself. “Touch wherever you wish.”

The prince scooted closed to Eurus with his open hand slowly creeping closer to him. Eurus stayed as still as his body would allow, waiting for the patting, which he suspected was going to be on his head, as that was where the hand was closest. Saga paused and withdrew his hand. “Oh, hold on, I have these...gloves on.” He muttered, tugging the one on his left hand off. “Okay, now we’re good.” Something...odd happened as his palm touched the surprisingly soft body of Eurus. His palm started to glow and...inhaled? Eurus withdrew himself quickly, looking alarmed by the gentle pulling sensation. “Bah! What...what was that?”

Saga also seemed to have felt this and stared at his palm in mind alarm. There was a small golden circle in his palm that didn’t belong. “What...thats new.” He muttered and felt around it with a finger from his right hand. It was firm, flexible, but sturdier than the flesh around it, and smooth also. “How weird.”

“What is?” Eurus asked and flew over to see Saga’s palm. “Interesting indeed...you wear those gloves quite often don’t you? You might not have noticed when this first appeared.”

“Yeah.” Saga murmured. “I didn’t know...but...what’s it for? Is THAT a marble?”

“Actually no, a marble is a tiny spherical object, generally made of glass with some pattern on them.” Aura chimed in. “...I do fail to see a connection between that and marbles however...hm? Clench his hand? Summon what? Hold on a moment...uh huh...Oh. That’s intriguing. Okay so apparently you can clench your hand and summon a marble of elemental energy you have come into contact with. Hold on...what? Never mind, you probably can’t explain any clearer. Evoker, clench your hand, and something may happen?”

Saga clenched his left hand into a tight ball. Something about this action felt...satisfying but nothing happened. “Okay? Now what?”

“Uhhh...hold on.” Aura muttered. “Hey, get back here! Yes I know you’re late, you’re always late, he doesn’t know-don’t you get snippy with me! What? Baaah...he’s gone. He said something about imagining wind and you’ll get it.”

“I...suppose” Saga said, unsure but the way he’d made progress was by just doing things, so he focused on wind. Nothing happened right away...but after clenching his hand for so long it was actually starting to cramp up and imaging such might gales it would tear apart flower beds, a foreign object seemed to push it’s way out of that golden ring in his palm. He unclenched his hand and gazed upon a smooth, gray marble. “Oh, cool! Now what?”

“Uhh...if I heard correctly, your pact with Eurus has been finalized, and now he can synchronize with me to an extent, enough to set the tune.”

“You know, I HAVE just gotten a most peculiar sensation…” Eurus mused as if the situation intrigued him. “I can work with this. Are we quite ready?”

“Well, my hand hurts a little, and I don’t know what to do with this marble, but otherwise I guess everything’s okay.” The prince said with a small shrug.

#Saga #dreams #Past Memories #eurus #Aura

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monster-massage-blog · 8 years ago

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Dreams of a Happier Time (12)

Eurus and Saga shared their anticipation and couldn’t help but let out a nervous chuckle.This was it. If there was nothing else...well, they would be out of leads to follow, but they just had to believe! “Could you start us off?” Saga asked. “To...lead me.”

“Certainly.” Eurus said and fell silent. After several seconds of silence, a soft tune began to play. Saga could identify this as a piano. It sounded like it was only one but it was a slow, relaxing, but almost somber tone. “Is...this your tune?” Saga asked.

“My tune of choosing but it is subject to change like anything else.” Eurus answered. “Please proceed with your end.”

“Right.” Saga nodded and took in a deep breath, exhaling slowly. He remained motionless, listening to the music, following the tune and it’s feeling. After a minute of this, the prince stood on his toes, took a step forward, and began. His movements were slow and drawn out to flow with the music but it actually took a great deal of flexibility, to bend and pivot and he felt the song required. Heel turn, Spin, stop, raise his arms, step, step, step...let the foot rest flat on the floor, now raise his leg up high. He wasn’t aware, but as he was performing what in essence was a ballet dance, a breeze had started to build, and the song had lost it’s somber touch...Eurus was growing hopeful and a little more energy made it’s way into the song. The prince needed to match this new tone and picked up the slight change in speed. More activity was needed but the moves needed to remain just as graceful, but now small hops had worked their way into his routine. The breeze continued to build, rustling the flowers, some of the fallen petals being lifted into the air. Something was happening but the prince didn’t really take note of it. The music was still going so he would continue to dance. Quickly, the wind’s power grew and grew, a fierce gale battering the flowers and yanking the loose fabric of the prince’s dress and rather forcing an abrupt end to the dancing...but at this point it was so loud it was all but drowning out the music. It was a struggle just to keep his dress from flying upwards and stay standing. The gale continued before it seemed to begin to condense before him, the dirt and petals it had picked up allowed him to see a form taking shape...it was long and narrow but thicker in the middle before it finished...forming?

As the being made of bound wind finished forming, he saw something that seemed to represent its eyes blink and then started to stretch. “Oh...goodness me! I feel stiff and heavy...what is this?” It asked, and the prince recognized it as Eurus.

“Uhhh...you’ve got some not-wind stuff in you.” Saga explained.

“Ah. I guess that would do it. Take cover, I’m going to expel it.” Eurus said matter of factly.

“Expel? Oh...uhh...do you want some privacy for that?” Saga asked.

“What? No.” Eurus said, looking confused once more. “I’m going to get rid of the stuff that doesn’t belong in me.”

“Oh! Ahhh...hide, hide…” There wasn’t much in the room. Wait, he had a barrier. He raised the barrier around himself and crouched down. “Okay I’m ready.”

“A shield...that looks serviceable enough.” Eurus said after examining the mostly see-through barrier. “Very well then, now I shall-” “Wait!” Saga said, standing quickly as something dawned on him. “This will be a rather violent expulsion right? Could you...perhaps avoid the flowers?”

“Well I’m not quite in control where the debris goes.” Eurus explained. “And I really would like to get this out of myself as soon as I could.”

“Ahhh...oh! One moment then.” Saga said and lowered the barrier before walking onto the flower patch and raising the barrier once more, now encompassing the entire patch of sunny yellow flora. “This should do!”

“So we shall see.” Eurus said but gave an approving nod. He started to expand a bit, drawing in air before the wind that made his body started to spin faster before compressing, firing the dirt and petals that was inside him in all directions at rather high speeds, splattering across the shield, floor, and walls, but now he did seem...cleaner. “All done.”

The prince lowered his shield and stepped out of the flower bed. “Ahhh...you do look better now. Does it feel bad to have that stuff inside you?”

“It is remarkably uncomfortable.” He said. “Like a moving cramp.”

“That does sound awful.” Saga nodded. No wonder. “Still...we’ve done it! You’re here!”

“I am!” He said happily. “Goodness I am...truly unsure what to do now.”

“Well...I was exploring the area down here. You could come with me.” The prince offered.

“Yes. That sounds good to me.” Eurus said.

“ONE MOMENT!” A voice boomed into the prince’s mind and even Eurus winced. Did he heard it also? “You can’t leave yet!”

The prince raised his hands and covered his ears, trying to cover his ears to dim the noise. “Ahhh! W-who’s there?”

“And please speak much more softly!” Eurus pleaded. “That is entirely unnecessary.”

“Very well.” The commanding voice said. He was still loud but it was more bearable. ��Now that YOU have been summoned it is time for me, the sacred Light elemental, to bestow my protection upon our little summoner. That place it charged with TWO elements but your element of wind was greater than my own so you had priority but no more!”

“Of course, the ever important light elementals.” Eurus muttered almost bitterly before changing his tone. “Yes, certainly you and your kind are filled with virtue and nothing else, but there doesn’t seem to be ANY requirement to take your time as there is no danger present, so we shall just...leave you be and be on our way, thank you.”

“What? There is ALWAYS need for our radiant presence and shame on you for thinking otherwise!” The Light elemental countered. “We shall be the perfect example for them as they grow so they can be a perfect being, much like ourselves.”

“I don’t want to summon him.” Saga stated firmly. “I already have a Mettaton.”

“Archangel Metatron!? Good lord!” The Light elemental seemed to be in something of a panic as he misheard the name. “Ah...what to do…? I’ve been selected for you but if you are already under such supreme leadership, it would be improper to push myself upon his pupil! Mmm...oh what to do…”

“I think you may have mishea-” The prince began but Eurus shushed him quickly.

“Listen...it may be in our best interests not to correct him.” Eurus said quietly. “He may leave us be if he believes a superior holy being is already watching over you.”

“But...well...just because we might not like him doesn’t mean we should let him believe something thats not true.” The prince said. “I am the evoker or whatever you call it. You were all picked for me and I am going to accept all of you. We can learn to get along.”

“...Oh very well.” Eurus said with a small, defeated sigh. “If you’re that certain, I won’t argue. Just brace yourself. Light elementals aren’t known for their modesty.”

“I know. Uhhh...mister light elemental, sir!” The prince called out.

The babbling and conflicted elemental snapped out of his thoughts. “Huh? Oh, yes? C-can I help you?”

“I think you may have heard incorrectly. I didn’t say Metatron.” Saga stated. “I said Mettaton. He’s a person that’s sort of like you but he’s...a robot?”

There was a long silence as he received this information...but then they heard him inhale sharply and practically explode. “YOU LET ME PANIC LIKE THAT INSTEAD OF CORRECTING ME RIGHT AWAY!? I THOUGHT i WAS IN A GREAT AMOUNT OF TROUBLE! hOW DARE YOU DO THAT TO ME, TO ANYONE, YOU TERRIBLE LITTLE CHILD! HOW YOU EVEN FORMED A PACT-” “SILENCE!!! Eurus roared, shutting up the enraged light elemental. The prince has shrunk away under the angry rant and seemed quite upset that he was being shouted at. “...Pardon me, but I cannot allow that to go on any longer. You are a disgrace to elementals, belittling the one you’ve pacted with so, and before being summoned, but I guess you light elementals are always so self-righteous that you can never see your own faults. No it’s always someone else. You were selected not by his will, so if you’re not satisfied, begone with you! Your pretentious presence is not wanted!”

There was another silence as the pompous elemental seemed to be reeling from the tongue-lashing he’d just received. “...I...I apologize.” He muttered. “I appear to have been acting less that noble around a young and influenceable child. Truly this would be a difficult thing to pardon. I have all but ruined my first impressions for myself and proven true the stereotypes of my kind, if the wind elemental’s words are to be believed. This is a selfish request but may I have a do-over?”

It looked like Eurus was about to administer a second verbal pounding but the prince spoke first. “You may. Please...take into consideration that I’ve not even known about you elementals for more than a single hour and I’ve just discovered how to summon in the past five minutes.”

“Of course and thank you for this chance to redeem myself. I am a Light Elemental from the holy plane. I have been selected to form a pact with you and guide you through any hardships you may face.”

“I accept your guardianship, but before we begin, I have a condition of my own.” Saga said. “If I’m going to summon you, I need something to call you. You’re a light elemental...you are...Aura.”

“Aura?” He asked. “Aura...this is most suitable. Alright. I am Aura.”

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