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In a strange way, Izzy's speech to that nose prince guy is even better now. They can cancel ofmd, they can cancel every queer show they have, they can erase them from digital existence and leave them to rot in a vault, but that won't stop us. We'll remember the shows, we'll make more queer art, we'll tell more queer stories, we'll move away from them and start our own platforms if we have to. Nothing they can do will stop us because we're fucking pirates
#it already meant a lot to me but now it has another layer#i'm trying to be hopefully now as a queer creator going into film/television#i want to tell queer stories but the studios keep canceling every show i look up to and it's so fucking discouraging#we have to remain hopeful that they'll still get told. somehow.#(a rare bit of optimism from me lol)#ofmd#our flag means death
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Hi, same anon, thanks for answering my question. Can you give some more headcanons, shenanigans, etc. if you're still up for it. When will we see others pov? Will they never meet each other? It's a rather⌠sad ending. Will Kurama's story end with Aliea's storyline or will he and team enter FFI? After the last chapter with Kirino, I honestly didnât think that you would be able to give them any way out of the situation and that they would just lose the match, but you somehow managed to not only get them out of this situation, but do it in a believable way that gives light and hope . I was very impressed and I liked the last chapter not only for the plot twist but also for the style. Thanks in advance for your answer.
Hi hi ~ always happy to answer. I do think we'll see the other POVs eventually, but it's... well, a long way off, since these fics are all very long and I hesitate to start another installment before finishing one of them. I plan to go into FFI for Kurama and Chrono Stone for Kirino (not so sure about beyond) so yeah. It'll be awhile.
Thanks so much! I'm happy to hear you liked it, and sorry it took so long to get the update done though. Since it is technically a Holy Road match, they've gotta win somehow instead of ending in a draw so I had to really have some creative liberty on the way :/ I do think it would have been much more difficult if I put Hakuryuu in xD good thing I took him out of the equation for the sake of balance, I would've written myself into a corner otherwise.
Unfortunately, they'll never meet again :( Only the members in the caravan survived, so one day they'll likely reunite like Shinsuke and Kurama did, even if briefly-- but for everyone else that was left behind, nothing remains except the found footage.
Onto happier thoughts.
I really do have a lot of headcanons on the OG generation that don't really have any basis but I find them fun? Like Natsumi being a genuine girl gang type delinquent-- her father, in an attempt to contain her, put her in Raimon and told her she had the authority to do whatever she wanted as long as she didn't send more kids to the hospital over minor feuds again. It would be a funny explanation to why she had a different uniform from Aki and Haruna, (Midori, for example, has a longer skirt because she IS is delinquent archetype) haha
I do think it's funny to think that they used to be kinda unhinged already even in canon, but now, they've grown up and somehow have been set loose into the world. The only thing between Former Terrorist Kiyama Hiroto and starting another alien takeover for fun is Endou Mamoru's smile and hope in the good of humanity. Which is shattering right now.
There are a variety of things the OG Raimon left behind after their road trip across Japan, which includes a recipe book for camping food, training menus from hell, a tradition of annual bootcamps, and a set of wooden signs that read 'Currently in Reflection'. I'd like to think some rational person over these ten years saw these training menus, established "hell no, you are not bringing the kids into the woods they are not YOU GUYS" and then got the budget to make the soccer building. They're still gonna do the training, but they are not diving into mud for hissatsus ffs.
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So we all have head canons about the babyface prince with anger management issues rivalling a fledgling Brujah's. With recent Art on here (blaming @zeiinep and @skeltrr for their amazing art) my brain(rot) went into overdrive and made me post mine into the mix. So here have them and do whatever you want with them but they need to be out of my head.
This is mostly going to be addressing his relationship with his sire and leading up to his demise. Coming full circle from him nearly dying in Waterloo back to his final death while never really having left the warzone - or at least the mindset.
When his sire picked him up it wasn't with the intention of "raising a king". He was a soldier, a minor noble, and much more useful as an glorified errand boy.
So he got just enough knowledge to not embarrass his sire - being made to follow orders with a combination of a fledglings bloodbond, fear of recuperations and hope for just making it to any form of independent being within the camarilla if he just does what he was being told.
In between constantly fearing any kind of miss-step leading to him being killed and moving around the world he manages to accumulate a certain reputation - that of being a pet, a particularly silly Neonate not realizing his position.
He does realize it. But admitting it would just mean he could lay down to die. So he keeps lying to himself and hoping to get out. And at some point he gets the chance.
He either kills or at least has a hand in the killing of his Sire - and manages to do so without drawing too much suspicion. Having been the laughing stock of the community certainly has helped avoid an untimely death even if the century of barely hidden ridicule left quite a few scars.
So now he is free, right? Wrong. Of course nothing much changes. The direct control of his sire changes to just slightly less direct control by the camarilla. But he got at least enough freedom to build up a bit of a fortune for himself. He picks up Mercurio along the way. Yet he remains his only ghoul. His trust issues are just a bit too great to split his attention between several ghouls - much less trust a fledgling of his own making.
Its going reasonably well for a while. He never manages to gain the respect how thinks he deserves for how far he had made it regardless of the circumstances. But it hurts a lot less than it used to.
And of course that moment of near relaxation turn to shit within an instance. Someone somewhere decides to get rid of him by placing him in LA. He knows its not the gift they frame it as. He has no idea how to lead a city - they know it, he knows it. And the city is running rampant with Sabbat, Anarch's and Kuei-jin - the few Camarilla agents left are shrewd and in at least one case much older than him. He knows they'll not accept him as the new prince so he cannot even hope to have any kind of help from them either.
He knows this will be his downfall when he does - and he knows they'll find another way to get rid of him if he refuses. And there is still this hope that maybe, just maybe he can turn this around somehow.
We already know he does not manage it. Since his arrival things have gone from bad to worse rather quickly. He's felt the stress of not making any errors for near on two centuries.. and now Strauss helpfully mentions every little miss-step he makes like the good advisor he is and would be to any prince, no matter how young and inexperienced.
His time is running short, his temper even more so. He has to get this too work before the city tears either itself or him to shreds. And so he plans to use a group to get rid of another. His choice falls on the Kuei-jin if only because they are the most predictable in their expansion politic.
And then the cursed sarcophagus rolls around and SĂŠbastien does not see it for the trap it is - to a drowning man even a venomous snake looks like a rope out of the water.
In short. Yeah he's a terrible little gremlin. But he's probably not as stupid as many make him out to be.
He's desperate to stay alive and in power and digs his own grave trying to get out of a death trap.
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MIYAAAA ! ! ! ! ! !
đ growing heart â how would you confess to them? do you ever plan to, or are you hoping they'll make the first move?
đ heart with arrow â what's the closest you've ever gotten to confessing?
đ beating heart â how would you react if they confessed to you? how do you think they'd confess?
đ¸ sakura â what's your favorite thing about them?
ask game here !!
đ growing heart / we all know koko's actually a romantic at heart, so i'm gonna wait for him to confess to me first !! of course, i've thought about asking him more times than i could count, but it never felt like the right moment. i couldn't do it when seishu was in reform school, and couldn't do it when they were in black dragon. the best option was when we were all in toman ! and somehow, of course, just as i was talking to yuzuha about whether or not i should finally confess to kokonoi, he was planning something too with the toman members, hoping that he could make the day perfect.
đ heart with arrow / definitely that night we spent at the club while he was working with black dragon. i was so nervous to be in there, but i knew that's where koko would be, making deals with shady people like he always was. i had to pretend to be looking for my cheating husband, causing a scene in front so the bouncer would let me in. i told him that i didn't have any of my things with me because i was in such a rush to get to my husband, put i pulled out a ring as proof that i was married, even though the ring was actually my mother's ring from my father. it got me what i wanted, and i was allowed permission inside. there, i found kokonoi, shaking hands with a man who was easily in his forties about a deal that i was better off not knowing. this time, i waited around until the man left, sitting at the bar and waiting until i could hear the footsteps of the man behind me disappear completely.
kokonoi was counting the cash that he'd gotten from the deal, and i slipped into the booth beside him, asking him if we could talk. he said sure, quietly, like he wasn't entirely sure. we'd been fighting and i apologized to him, told him that i was sorry i didn't know anything about akane, and that seishu had told me what happened between the two of them. he told me that it was fine, i didn't know, but that i shouldn't act as if i know him in that way. i told him that i wanted to know him like that, that i wanted him to tell me everything about himself. that i was going to listen, and he could trust me to be there when he needed a listening ear. it was the closest thing i had said to him similar to a confession.
one thing lead to another and he ended up leaning over to me, telling me to stay still for a second as he kissed me. he pulled away and apologized, saying that he shouldn't have done that. i didn't understand the significance of that apology, and i just told him that it was fine, i wanted him to kiss me. finally given permission to kiss me, he grabbed me rather gently by the back of my neck, kissing me again, although harder this time. one kiss turned into two, turned into three. he'd pull away after a few seconds at first, just to check that i was still willing to kiss him. it wasn't until after he pulled away and i still chased his lips for more did he really let go, not pulling away as much until we both were running out of oxygen and needed to breathe. it was breathless and messy and when kokonoi finally pulled away, the words ' i love you ' remained unspoken but heard at the same time.
đ beating heart / in the good ending when they're both seventh division members within toman, koko got together with a whole bunch of other toman members to make it a very special day. he'd picked the day that we met each other when i first went to find him for inupi, a few days after my birthday, june 12. mitsuya, his sisters, hakkai and yuzuha came together to bake a cake for us. chifuyu, takemichi, emma, and hinata were all planning the entire day, although some of chifuyu's ideas were thrown out in the end by emma. smiley and angry were in charge of making the food. at the shrine, we all really just enjoyed a good day together.
it wasn't until koko pulled me to the side that the entire area quieted down, and he told me about his feelings towards me. admitted everything from how he fell in love with me to how he always knew he could count on me to be by his side, how i was one of the very few people in his life that never used him for my own gains. that he felt safe around me and that he wanted me to feel safe around him, that he'd do anything in his power to protect me, just as he's always been doing. he protected me when i got into fights, and he'd continue to protect me when our lives were a lot less exciting. needless to say, i started to cry and hugged him so tightly, refusing to let go even as the others clambered around us to congratulate the new couple.
seishu would say that he'd seen this coming from a mile away, while taiju says something stupid about how we should've confessed earlier while we were in black dragon. yuzuha can't help but laugh and say that she knew about it this entire time, and she's glad that at least one of us had the courage to speak up. takemichi started to cry really badly about how sweet it all was, and needed to be consoled by hinata. draken and emma start giving tips about what it was like as a new couple.
seishu pulls kokonoi to the side and tells him to be gentle with me, that he should never, ever break my heart no matter what, or seishu was going to beat the ever living daylights out of kokonoi until he apologized. of course, kokonoi makes this promise with seishu, and it's one he won't be breaking anytime soon.
đ¸ sakura / i really love his resilience. kokonoi has been through hell and back, and he hasn't always walked the right path, but he was relentless with himself. he didn't allow himself to stray from the path that he had led for himself. this life was all that he knew, and no, it wasn't pretty all the time. and sometimes it lead him down a dark road that he didn't necessarily like, but he was determined to see it through to the end. i think he's a good guy at heart but ever since he was a child he was put in a bad place. he could turn to illegal activities or watch someone he cared about die. and then when he failed to save her life, he still couldn't escape the name he'd made for himself out on the streets. he was known for his financial abilities, and that's a sought after asset on any team for them to properly grow. he was used as a tool for gangs, so much so to the point that a gang was willing to kidnap him and force him to join just so they would have their treasurer. but he never backed down, even when he was blinded by the lifestyle. he took what cards he was given head on and played the field to the best of his abilities, which is something that i can respect, even if he was in the wrong.
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ONE PIECE 1118 Spoilers!
This week's red hot moves:
Yamato!! you have to save your lunchbox!! you'll just be hungry again later!! Yamato noooooooooooooooo
I keep forgetting just how fucking huge the Giant Robo is, thats a big breakfast boy right there
"Say the line Iron Giant!"
*absolute crickets bc this is getting ridiculous now and not in the fun way*
"What's happening on Egghead?!" Sit down fella this is going to take a while
Sooooooo here we may have a major aspect of the Final War being set up, where a good chunk of, if not *most* of the OP world is going to believe Luffy is a violent anarchist who killed a beloved scientician, bc the World Gov & Marines said so and they wouldn't lie about thaaaaaaaaaaat. They may come into conflict with the steadfast believers who've met or seen Luffy and know he didn't do it. Whether this becomes full-on war remains to be seen, but I think at the least we can expect the world to be much less welcoming to the Strawhats and their allies post-Egghead :s
I forget if its public knowledge that Sabo is Luffy's brother, but since Sabo is credited in some parts with the assassination of Nefertari Cobra, my above musings don't feel that out-there unfortunately :y
Anyway good to see more of the Alabasta homies
ty for correcting that horrid little bug Rebecca
SPEAKING OF SPECULATION I think we'll probably end up with a Vegapunk satellite on each side here basically? York with the WG, and Atlas and/or Lilith remaining free to access the same knowledge (probably not with the crew, they'll likely shack up with the giants on Elbaf or maybe with the Rev Army?) we shall see.
lmfao i keep getting surprised by how big the Giant Pirates' ships are. who would have expected colossal viking-inspired humanoids to have similarly gigantic sailing vessels
LMFAO BABY VICE ADMIRALSSSSSSSSS Doll's so mad i love it
HOW MANY TIMES DO WE NEED TO TEACH YOU THIS LESSON OLD MAN!!!!! god auld fellas never give over
FUCKIN YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GEAR 5TH IS BACK WITH THE BOOMBOXIN
I fucking love that giant meat has full restored Luffy so hard he's causing localised earthquakes AND its so loud that its getting the other giants ship dancing with the drums of liberation miles away, its so so so good
okay. I love Nika Bonney so much for multiple reasons:
This is Bonney after meeting the Sun God her father told her so much about, and getting the idea into her head that she can be this free too.
That little side panel where we're shown Kuma's body... I want to think that somehow, he knows. I need for him to know. I need for him to see Nika Bonney and know that she can finally be really free and doesn't need him to be afraid for her or watch out for her anymore. That everything he did was worth it after all. Pls Oda, somehow. I don't care how stupid the reason is.
I fucking love the troll physics energy this has. One is utter fucking chaos, two is chaos team up tandem and that spells big trouble for Elder monsters!!! Mars is gonna regret this!!!!!
As has all but been confirmed, the Iron Giant is powered by drum heartbeats, and the sheer racket of TWO Nika heartrates might finally be enough for Giant Robo to DO SOMETHING WHICH MIGHT STILL HAVE THE CHANCE TO BE HYPE LADS
If the Iron Giant manages to play a role in bringing Mars down or at least stalling the Elders enough for everyone get away, I really think it'll make all of the blueballing wrt the Robo this arc be worth it. In hindsight. Such are the perils of weekly engagement. I hope Robo sees Nika Luffy and Bonney too...
Finally, the vocal minority power scaling bros seem to be HATING Nika Bonney, and I live for fake fans getting mud flung in their faces lmfaooooo
In any case, we'll find out next week my nakama! See ye all there! đŞâď¸
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Nice to meet you
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TFATWS Bucky Barnes x Reader
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The restaurant where Bucky always take Yori to eat with him is where you actually work. You've been watching and staring at him for quite some time now, but didn't have the courage to introduce yourself to him. But what happens when Yori asked Bucky to take you out?
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There they are again. You see two familiar faces entering the restaurant you are working at. You've been seeing this guy who is in his late 30s accompanied by an elderly for quite some time now. You don't know if they are father & son, or anything, but one thing's for sure, you like the guy. You like him even if you don't know what his name is, even if you have no idea who he is. His treatment to the elder guy is enough reason to like him.
No one is taking their table so you took the chance to finally have a closer look of the guy you've been liking for quite some time. Whenever they come, you are either busy with another table or assigned in the cashier. But this time, the opportunity is in front of you.
So you took it.
"Hi, ready to order?" you asked them casually, even if your stomach is getting butteflies inside it. Is this his effect to you? You don't know.
The older man stared at you and smiled, "Just call me Yori. I can guess you're calling me "old man" in your thoughts," he joked.
Yori's joke made you chuckle, "Okay, Yori, nice to meet you. I'm Y/N and I'll be your server for today," you said as you get the paper and pen on your pocket to get their orders, but still no luck from the man you've been eyeing, you still don't know what his name is, "What can I get you for your lunch?" you asked them, glancing at the man who's still busy looking at the menu.
"I'll have Fish and Chips, old man's been craving it since last night," Yori said looking at you. Good thing you were able to switch your eyes to Yori, but when he smiled at you, he must've seen you looking at the man beside him. Yori's smile made you somehow nervous.
You tried to act normal and turned to the man beside Yori, hoping that you would finally know his name by the end of this day.
"How 'bout you, Sir? What can..." you weren't able to finish your question for him when his eyes finally met yours. It was only a matter of time before you realized that this man has a gorgeous pair of blue eyes. You cleared your throat, "What can I get you?" you asked him, dismissing the thought of fantasizing about him.
"I'll just have Clam Chowder," he answers you as he handed you the menu, "Thank you."
"Would you care for anything to drink, then?" you grabbed the menu from his hand, "You should..."
"You should ask her out," Yori said to the guy beside him, making your eyes widened in surprise.
His reaction was same as yours, he's almost embarassed to what Yori just said. Your cheeks are burning red in your guess, but you tried to be as professional as possible. One more thing, you don't want the guy to think that you're into him, that'll make things more awkward as it is now.
"Yori," the man glared at Yori before he moved his eyes back to you, "I'm sorry, he's just really like this from time to time."
You are already getting tired of calling him "guy" or "man." You've been wanting to know his name but God knows how?
"It's fine," you replied then you prepare yourself to leave, "If there's anything you need from me, just let me know. Thank you."
"His name is James," Yori said as you turn your back on them, but you pretended that you did not hear it since you're already inches away from them.
Now, you finally know what his name is.
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When their order is finally ready, you took a deep breath before heading your way to their table. Things are more awkward now. You wished that you weren't their server so you'll just get to watch and like him from afar. Not like this.
"Here's your order," you tried your best to smile from ear to ear, even though you're feeling embarassed and a bit awkward already. You put down their orders and once you're done you told them to enjoy their meal.
"So what's a pretty lady like you doing here?" Yori asked you.
Oh, great, small talk, you thought.
You badly want to go back inside the kitchen and start serving other customers but you remembered what your manager told you when the customers make a small talk with you â answer them and interact with them, that way they'll have the will to come back.
"I'm just saving up money to start my own business," you answered Yori.
You could see in your peripheral that James is looking at you. As much as you want to know what kind of look he's giving you, you fight that idea.
"I like business-minded people. They are the best in organization and handling things," he complimented. "You got a boyfriend?" he asked you another question.
You shook your head and smile, "No, I don't. I guess that's the downside of being a business-minded, no one dares to date you," you joked.
"I think I'll take that dare."
Your eyes traveled to James who suddenly spoke.
"I'm sorry, you're what?" you asked him.
"You think no one dares to date business-minded woman? I'll tell you, what," he smiles at you, "I like accepting dares."
Is he asking you out?
"Just in case you're puzzled with his words," Yori joined the conversation again, making you look his way again, "He's asking you out."
"Really?" you asked Yori.
Your eyes moved back to James and the way he stares at you makes your heart skip a beat, countless times. Your fingers gripped on the tray you're holding, trying to contain your happiness.
"What time's the end of your shift?" he asked.
You gulped, "I'm out by 6."
"Great, I'll come back at 6 to pick you up, then," he extended his hand towards you, "I'm James Barnes, but call me Bucky."
You reached for his hand, "Nice to meet you, Bucky. I'm Y/N." The touch of his soft hand on yours answers all your untold questions about him.
Ever since you saw him, you kept on asking yourself what it feels like to be his girl, what it feels like to be hugged by him, what if feels like to hold hands with him, and what if feels like to be kissed by his lips. But now, the touch of his hand on yours and the fact that you two have a date later is more than enough.
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When he said he's gonna be at your workplace at 6, he meant he's gonna be 30 minutes early. You asked him to sit down on one of the vacant tables, when he did, he handed you the bouquet of flowers he's holding. You didn't want to conclude that it was meant for you, but when he handed it to you, your heart melted like an ice cream under the sun.
As you finished your shift, you and Bucky went on your way. He said he already had everything planned out, so he did not bother to ask you where you want to go. Well, that's how you like it anyway. You want to be surprised.
The two of you ended up in the nearby beach, before you settled down in the sand, you passed by some food stalls and that's where you and Bucky bought food and drinks for your date.
"I hope you like sunsets," he said as both of you sat down on the sand and started munching over the food you guys bought, "I should've asked you abour where you want to go, but..." he seemed a little nervous so you cut him off.
"I like it."
His eyes went to yours and now he's puzzled, "You like what in particular?" he asked.
You smiled, "I like all of these. I like sunsets. I like how you planned this night for us. I like it. I appreciate it." You handed him his drink, "I'm not expert in date ideas as well, so no worries."
He chuckled and that's the only time you noticed how cute he is when he laugh and smile, especially his cheeks reaching for his eyes.
"I haven't dated anyone in decades so that explains my old fashioned ways and ideas," you don't know what he means when he said he haven't dated in decades.
"What are you? A 80 year old man?" you joked.
"Actually a hundred and six."
You burst into laughter but his face remained serious, "You are so funny, Bucky." You sighed as you stare on the sunset in front of you, "You know, some of my classmates bullied me when I was in elementary 'cause they think I'm an old soul or something, so don't worry if someone thinks of you as an old-fashioned or something. It's not really bad."
He frowned, "Why did they bullied you?"
"Because they found out that I'm listening to The Beatles, Paul Anka, Frankie Valli, and not into Britney Spears or something trendy during our time," you explained. You took a deep breath once more, "I guess I just really prefer old and classic songs. I find them amusing and the words that they used in making them feels like they are really talking to you and your soul."
You could still remember back in the day, you asked your dad to bought you a vinyl because you were fascinated by it.
"So what's your favorite song?" Bucky asked you.
"Can't take my eyes off of you, it's really classic," you said before taking a sip from your drink. "That was also my parents' theme song when they got married," sadness took over you when you remembered your late parents, "That was also the song I sang for them during their funeral."
You felt Bucky's eyes on you.
You turn to him and nodded to his unsaid question, "I'm an orphan now. They died because of a car accident. And when they died I used to live with my grandma but she died ad well three years ago, that makes me independent from then on. That makes me alone and living my own life." You tried giving him a smile, "How about you? What are your favorites?" you changed the topic.
But even though you already changed the topic he did not let go of the fact that something changed in your mood when you talked about your parents.
"I know how hard it is to lose both of your parents. I felt them too," he reached for your hand, making you shiver, "But if they'd see you now, I'll bet they're proud of the woman you are now."
You looked down and smile, "Why do you even talk like you already know me?" you asked him. "You and I just met," you reminded him as you look back at him.
"We just met but I've seen you and how hard you work in that restaurant every single time I was there and every time I pass by it," he revealed.
All along you thought he doesn't know you exist, but he does. He's totally aware of your existence and he knows how hard worker you are.
"Don't feel bad for being alone and independent, 'cause you should be proud of yourself. You know how to take care of yourself without depending or relying your happiness to other people. Sometimes living alone isn't that bad, it will let you experience things that will taught you a lot of lessons in life," you felt he squeezed your hand, making your eyes travel to your and his hands holding together.
You learned from him that he's not related to Yori, they are just neighbors and he's just trying to help Yori as the latter is living on his own.
Once darkness consumed the sky, the two of you head back to your apartment, which is only a few blocks away from the place where you work. You asked him if he wants to have a cup of coffee, he said yes but before you guys could enter your apartment, he received a phone call. After he talked someone over the phone, he said he needed to go.
"Is everything alright?" you asked him concernly. You noticed the sudden change of his mood after he took the call.
He nodded, "Yeah, I'm fine. I'm sorry I need to go but I promise, I'll call you and text you." Both of you already exchanged numbers so you just got to wait when he will call and text you. But you said to yourself you're not gonna expect anything, "I had a wonderful time with you tonight and God knows I didn't want to end our date like this but I just got to go. It's call of duty."
You don't understand what he mean by call of duty but you have no other choice but to let him go.
"Take care, Bucky," that's all you could tell him.
You could tell in his reaction that he isn't happy with the answer he got from you.
Somehow, you are telling yourself to not expect anything from him. In that way, you won't get your hopes up and you won't end up getting hurt and disappointed. It's better that way.
You were about to close your door when his hand stopped you from doing so.
"Wha--"
Before you could say a word, he walked towards you and closed the space between the two of you as he leaned in to claim your lips.
The sweet taste of his lips makes your knees weak, but his arms rescued you and gently pinned you against the door. It's not long before you kissed him back and enjoy the taste of his lips.
Last night you dreamed of meeting him, of knowing him, and tonight, you'll be sleeping peacefully as you get satisfaction of meeting him, having a date with him, and getting the chance to kiss him. What a progress in a day.
When you heard your neighbor coming out the other door, you pulled away from your kiss.
You and Bucky stared at each other while waiting for your neighbor to evaporate.
Once your neighbor is gone, he kissed your lips one more time. When he pulled away, he smiled at you, "That's the first time I kissed a woman in decades, so if it's that bad, give me the consideration," he joked.
"No," you shook your head, "No one ever kissed me that good before."
His smile grew wider as he gave your cheeks a caress, "I'll see you when I get back."
"Don't promise anything to me, Bucky. Just do it," you said before entering your apartment and closing your door.
Like what you said, you will not expect anything for the coming days or even weeks. You won't do anything about it. You won't get your hopes up and wait for his move, it's up to him whether he'll call you or not. But a little part of you hope that he will.
A little hope wouldn't hurt anyway.
-v.dl
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In The Stars
Quick oneshot written for @zkfanworkweek day 3 inspired by @tihnixx 's art
ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27699590
She had lied to him, she already knew the myth of Ursa Major. She had found a scroll about the constellations when they first arrived at the old beach house. But for some reason she wanted to hear him telling the story. 'No, I've never heard about it, could you tell me?', she had said.
So now she smiled as he told her all about it. She has been smiling a lot around him these days. Later, she would try to understand why. For now, she was focused on wondering what was it about being there, outside, laying only a few inches beside him while the rest of their friends were already asleep, that made the stars above her sparkle a bit brighter and the grass beneath her tickle a bit too much.
"I remember one night, when Azula was still a baby, my mother told her: 'And there's Ursa Minor. Just like you and I, mother and daughter, they'll always be together'", he chuckled, "I got so jealous that I chose a constellation for me so I could be in the stars with them".
"That's sweet."
"That's silly."
"Those things can coexist", she let out a chuckle of her own and tilted her head to look at him. Suddenly not only the grass but even the air around her and the strand of her own hair that brushed her cheek seemed to tickle. "Which one did you choose?"
"That one", he pointed to the sky and her gaze followed the invisible line that extended from the tip of his finger. "It's called Draco."
"The dragon? That's suitable", she giggled softly and even though she was facing upwards, she could swear she saw his irises wandering in her direction for a second and the corner of his mouth lifting in a smile. "I liked your idea, I want to pick one for me too."
You can have them all. Did he really think that? What was it with him and his thoughts these days? "From my sky or from yours?"
"From both, even though they're the same."
Yes, they are. It doesn't matter if they are watched by different stars, the Southern Water Tribe and the Fire Nation sleep under the same sky. It brought him some strange comfort to remind that, some strange, unsettling peace.
"From mine, I'll go with The Great Fish. It has one the brightest stars. From here, do you have any suggestion?"
He remained silent for a heartbeat. "Lyra", he once more pointed to the night, "those five stars", he drew them in the air.
"Why?"
It's right beside mine. "Do you remember that street musician we passed by on our way to that ridiculous play, that one you gave almost all of our coins to?" His voice got softer at that. "He was playing the Lyra."
"Do you want one too?"
"What? A lyra?" He looked at her and raised his brow.
"No, Zuko", she laughed. He realized his choice didn't do her justice, her laughter sounded sweeter than a lyra. "Do you want a constellation, from the south?"
"Oh, sure. Do you have one in mind?"
''I do, actually. The Fire Eagle. Long ago it was called The Sea Eagle. But once, a Water Tribe merchant got lost in a Fire Nation desert. He had already run out of water and thought he didn't have much time left. So he prayed, asked every water spirit to help him or send help. Then he saw an eagle with its wings made of fire. He followed it and it led him towards the city he was trying to get to. When he returned home he told everyone his story and then people started calling it The Fire Eagle. Some believe that The Sea Eagle and The Fire Eagle are the same spirit, a shapeshifter that adjusts itself to the environment it's in so it can help people from all around the world."
"I'm honored", he smiled but avoided her eyes. Was that pink on his cheeks?
There was another reason why she had chosen that one for him, a reason that she didn't want to tell him, it was stupid:Â The Fire Eagle is very close to The Great Fish.
"It's going to be nice". Why did she start saying this? "Once we win this war, once we're apart, each in our own home, I'll be able to look at the sky and know you're somehow there, near". She cursed her lips when she heard her own voice pronouncing those absurd words she didn't mean to let out.
"I'll do the same."
She's going to be in the sky, in our shared sky. He smiled to himself. She's already everywhere, in everything. She's in the blue hydrangeas and in every body of water. There's a bit of her in every poem he's ever heard. And now, as if she weren't already in the moon, she's going to be in the stars.
She's in the stars.
Or maybe it's the opposite, maybe they are in her, he thinks when he allows his gaze to fall to the side and sees the entire night reflected on her. Why bother looking at the sky when all the stars are in her eyes?
Something stronger than the tides and gentler than the ocean breeze pulled his hand to rest on top of hers. It couldn't have been himself to do it, why would he do it? Maybe the grass started to move and accidently carried his hand. Yes, it must have been the grass. He had found it to be tickling a lot that night, after all. Maybe it had been already trying to move.
When the grass moves again, this time controlling her hand and causing her to intertwin their fingers, he thanks it. He refuses to admit it to himself but he hopes that, with this touch, there's going to be a bit of her in him.
And then he begins to hear a small, distant voice humming something incomprehensible from somewhere. Somewhere not that far away, actually. And just when he thinks he'll never understand what this voice that sounds an awful lot like his own is telling him, just when he thinks he'll never understand what is the word that's echoing in the walls of his heart, he realizes it's her name.
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A sad smile was present as Laurel heard her speak, eyes closing while more tears rolled down her cheeks. Amidst all her worry and anguish, she could not be more grateful for her best friend's support in this moment. She knew it took a lot for them to come all the way out here, and Laurel could never repay her for her lack of hesitancy to show up. After a moment, she leaned her head against Julia's. "Thank you," she mumbled before the alarm went off in her head. Right! How did she not think of that? Laurel was so caught up in everything else that it somehow slipped her mind that they'd need somewhere to stay. "No," she shook her head at the mention of the floor. Like she'd ever allow that. "Not the floor. Take my room, please. I don't have my keys on me, but I was told they'd bring our stuff here. Our cellphones and items we left in the office. I'll give you my keys."
She had to admit, Julia's hug was soothing. It felt like a warm blanket wrapping around her, telling her everything was going to be okay. Laurel didn't believe it entirely yet, she couldn't. Not until a doctor came out and told her that word for word. She was still using the breathing technique Julia showed her earlier, and while the breaths were no longer as short, they were still shaky and fragile.
Julia's words were devastating her, because she understood the feeling. Laurel was distraught, heartbroken, even angry. Upset at him for doing this, for risking his life this way. But, the way Julia spoke, it was impossible to remain upset at him. Could you really be mat at someone knowing you'd do the same thing? Not really. "I don't..." she shook her head once again, trying to identify the feeling and convey it to her friend. Guilt? Unworthy of the risk he took? Something in between, or both? "I just can't stand that he got hurt." Her fault, and her partner's. If they'd been better prepared. "No but, I've been giving him the cold shoulder since yesterday." Laurel didn't mention that she slept in her own room last night, instead of his, like they had gotten used to. "Being so mean to him for the stupidest reason. Because, I was jealous and I was immature and I didn't tell him. And, he still turns around, and saves me? I'm just...it's not fair. I didn't deserve that." He's going to be okay. She really hoped Julia's words were magic. "Thank you..both of you, for being here."
Laurel almost jumped up, but was grateful for Julia's quick action. She didn't want to admit that she was still a smidge disoriented. Aaron understood his wife's silent message, and moved to sit next to Laurel, offering her the cup of water he fetched earlier. She didn't care for water right now, but looking down at the cup, her brain clocked just how parched she was. Probably all the crying and stress. Her watery, brown eyes looked up at Julia, hesitancy clear in her features. Laurel had failed to tell her friend that she had already refused the nurses' request to get her checked out. "But they'll come tell us, if they have news about him?" She knew that they would, knew that Julia would've asked they keep them updated, but right now, Laurel just needed to hear everything word for word. Reluctantly, she stood up from the seat and followed after her friend. She didn't want to leave, already - she was too far from him, but refusing Julia just didn't seem like an option right now.
The examining room was such a stark contrast from the waiting area. It was so quiet, it almost forced her mind out of the jumble she was in. "I didn't even ask, how was the flight here? I...I woke you guys up in the middle of the night."
'None of that. Don't apologize for calling me. I told you whatever and whenever you needed it you call me. No matter the time." She caressed her hair and smiled at her. "Sorry declined. Though may need to give us a space on your floor at home."
Julia wrapped her up in a hug and rubbed her back. While the information pieces given didn't make sense order wise she was able to quickly piece it together. Mission gone awry and Eli jumped into action like she knew he would. All this told her what she already knew. Eli loved her best friend and it seemed the feelings were reciprocated. Laurel just didn't see it. She did her best to soothe her and get her to calm down for longer than a few seconds. Maybe being in the waiting room didn't help much. The comings and goings of the nurses didn't help with the frantic feelings.
"Listen to me. You are his best friend. Of course he went in after you. I'll be forever grateful to him for saving your life. There was no choice to be made. Even if you told him not to he would go in after you. That boy doesn't see red tape when it comes to you." Hearing her talk broke her heart. Laurel was going through it and it seemed like she was blaming herself for what had happened. "Being mad at him didn't make this happen you do know that right? He is going to be okay,' did she know? No but she was gonna do her best to think on the bright side. "And you'll be able to release everything you're holding in. In the meantime you're not alone."
The more the alarms blared off the more concerned she got. Following Laurel's eyes she squeezed her shoulders and went over to talk to the nurses desk. She was risking a lot on asking for favors. But if she acted like she belonged she wasn't gonna get questioned. Good thing she had her back to her friend as her face would give her away. Luckily she caught Aaron's eyes and mouthed a help and distract laurel. Taking a moment to let out a breath she went back. "I know you'd want to stay here the entire time but why don't we go get you checked out. These are gonna leave nasty scars." If she got laurel out of this floor maybe whatever was happening behind those doors wouldn't bring out grave answers.
#clubsmarties#julia has my whole heart <3 she just jumped into taking care of her..ughh and getting her checked out too...#i'm too fragile for these feelings#laurel is going through the range of emotions today#but also pls!! i need to know if the code red is him or not :((#julia is so smart !!! for pivoting away from the waiting room !! what an icon
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B2:S - Chapter 5
Much of this series will be about the differences and additions in the novel version, and how they contribute to my understanding of story canon. But there will be character appreciation, the odd theory and headcanon, and suchlike as well.
Here be lots of Viren deets, Best Boy Soren deets, some writing/continuity stuff, worldbuilding appreciation and half of a theory, Detective Rayla, Moon Temple geeking, Claudium and dark magic, and more!
Spoilers for Book Two: Sky below.
(I know for darn sure that I wrote up a post for chapter 4, but I can't find it anywhere so I guess Tumblr ate it and I'll have to redo it at some point, but today is not that day)
Viren, my evil dude, my bad guy, coming in clutch with the worldbuilding and backstory again! If you want to know decades of information, you gotta talk to Viren. Or read his scenes, at least. Here, he seems to not sleep much when he has a big problem to analyze his way through. Solutions trump pretty much everything else in this guy's life, and he's had a really hard week with a lot of new and complicated problems. Of course he's getting sleep-deprived trying to find his way through them all.
Harrow put so much trust in Viren when he made him High Mage! He just threw himself extra hard at that Lady Justice blindfold, didn't he? Didn't really want to see what Viren was doing in his magic study, so he left Viren to his devices. And Viren has a lot of devices.
Also, this is fascinating: Viren made the secret passage to his "less official study" in Katolis Castle! And he was inspired to do so by the way his own mentor kept the Puzzle House. What else could a Puzzle House be, except a place with secret passages? Yay! secret headcanon that "the Puzzle House" is just "Katolis Castle" from Kid Viren's perspective tho
So either Viren built all of those passageways, or at least the ones to his dungeon. Which means he has to have, or know where to get, a stash of those glowing blue Moonshadow crystals. Hmmm.
I can't wait to learn more about Kpp'Ar and young Viren, btw. From this description of Viren and all his literal secret ways, it feels like another parallel between Viren and Runaan, with the whole "secretive paths, members only, insider knowledge" type stuff. Only the really cool members of this cult club get to know the secrets, and guess what, kid, you're cool now but you can never tell anyone, okay? Our secret.
Yeahhh, that'll never backfire in any way for either of them.
Kpp'Ar calling puzzles and secrets "man-made magic," though. Yes sir, knowledge is indeed power.
This chapter mentions Runaan by name, from Viren's perspective. Generally that would imply that Viren knows his name, even though assassins do not share their names, and Runaan didn't seem to give his to Viren in the first book. However, there was a scene in book one where the last paragraph switched perspective from Viren to Runaan - a technique that's very common in visual media like movies and shows and gives you that "ohoho they left the room and didn't notice this, but you do!" vibe. Using Runaan's name there in book one, where Viren couldn't see it but readers could, helps them keep track of the assassin's story arc while maintaining Viren's racism.
So in book two, in which Runaan has no onscreen scenes (alas), using his name in a scene that calls back to the events in book one helps us remember what happened in that dungeon cell. It would be a bit muddier to recall the specifics if Viren kept thinking about Runaan as "Elf." So I'm cool with the perspective nudge because it serves a narrative purpose: clarity. But I'm also enjoying the angst of considering that, somehow, Viren learned Runaan's name either during or after the coining spell. Mwa ha ha haaa. (Obligatory "Keep my pretty name outta your mouth" goes here)
Okay, back to Viren's scheming! He took the mirror because it was human-sized in a dragon lair. He knew it didn't really fit there, and that made it interesting, so he stole it. But he realized it was really powerful when Runaan wouldn't tell him squat about it - the assassin's instinct to protect Xadian secrets from human hands meant that Viren was holding a very powerful Xadian secret. And that just made him want it all the more. Ah, Runaan, if only your relationship with lying was, like, the exact opposite of what it is. Nyx could've spun Viren a believable tale in 2 minutes flat.
Also of interest: Viren considers his cursed coins to be a final fate. He expects Runaan to remain in his coin forever. With the Chekhov's coins still extant in the storyline, we can assume that they'll come up again eventually, but Viren has no current plans to do anything with his elf money except carry it around.
It's worth noting that Viren admits that he got impatient when he trapped Runaan in the coin. Runaan's first fate in Katolis was supposed to be death at Soren's hands, but Claudia "saved" him from that. His next fate was to become spell components, but Viren's frustration with his stubbornness "saved" him from that fate, too. So now he's in a coin, where no one can chop him up at all. Yay? No, boo!
We get one last line about Runaan before Viren shifts gears: he makes a point of noting for us that Runaan's shackles are still locked shut. However much of Runaan made it into that coin - body, soul, hair care products - he was magicked there, pulled right out of his restraints.
The creepy black liquid that Viren pours right into his eyes is the last of a powerful potion he got from Kpp'Ar, and its recipe is ancient! Humans used it back in the age of Elarion to see through the illusions of the world. And we get a delightfully creepy bit of description about the preparation of this serum, which makes it abundantly clear that it's a Moon magic-based concoction, harvested from eyeless vipers on a moonless night, with the threat of irrevocable madness ("madness" by whose definition, though) if it's done wrong-
Hang on. Hold up. This is a Plato's Cave reference. OH MY GOD.
No no I'm fine, this is brilliant. Sorry, sorry, I couldn't figure why there was so much description for a potion prep that Viren didn't even have to perform himself. But now I get it. I see the light. HA. I should make a separate post for this, it's amazing.
Anyway, for reference, the humans who used this serum were called the Oracles of Ophidia, and Ophidia is a taxonomy group that includes all modern snakes. Can you say "creepy ancient snake rites"? I can! Woo!
Viren activates the serum with a spell, but apparently he's never done it before. He's not sure if it's supposed to be hot and bubbly, and he worries that it's been tainted by moonlight.
Oh, I do hope so.
The magic potion hurts, a lot. Viren will do just about anything, to himself or anyone, to do what he believes is necessary. He just risked madness and blindness to find out what this mirror does! Viren. Can you just. Take a nap or something. Have a Snickers.
This chapter gives us a fun clue that I don't remember from the show: when Viren's vision clears and he can see, his reflection has white pupils and the room reflected in the mirror has inverted colors. You know where else has inverted colors?
You know who else got white pupils for a hot second?
Okay, now it makes sense! Viren and Lujanne were both seeing into the realm beyond life and death. Him with his moon magic potion, and her with her moon powers on a full moon night at the Moon Nexus. Which is Very Interesting! Is it a direct hint about Aaravos's location, or just a separate cool detail? Orrr, does it look like a direct hint because Aaravos is actually trapped in the world beyond life and death, but it's actually separate and we'll see something about white pupils again later on?
Viren really does have self-esteem issues, we all picked up on it with his rant at his reflection. He throws a fit when he catches himself wondering if he's actually worthless. In the book version of his tantrum, he shoves the mirror and hurls a candelabra instead of flipping a table. He didn't need to shove the mirror to set the fire, but it's in here. Foreshadowing that perhaps, if push comes to shove, Viren will choose himself over Aaravos? Giving Aaravos time to peek through and see that the coast is clear?
Soren, my boyyyyy. He has a rough night at the Moon Nexus because two sides of him are fighting with each other. He struggles to understand Callum's friendship with Rayla, and he also fantasizes about chopping off Rayla's head. One of these is a pretty ordinary thing to do. The other is Soren's internalization of what he needs to do to gain his father's approval. If he brought his dad a chopped off elf head every week, he'd probably feel a lot more confident because Viren would praise him a lot more.
Okay, okay, omg, is it just me, or does the "Moonshadow Madness" story, as it's told in the book, seem like Soren just doesn't know what a monsterfucker is? He thinks an elf bite puts humans under a spell. But vampires are sexy, and some people want them to do more to them than just bite them. A passionate kiss under the moonlight could look very bitey, especially if one of the participants has horns and you're already culturally trained to hate them. No yeah, I'm already headcanoning an actual human-elf kiss that got misunderstood by an observer long ago.
it's Lujanne isn't it, we all know, because what is a love spell but a sweet soft illusion, I mean how else does she get supplies for her Caldera, I ask you, and also Corvus was totally sent to investigate once and he told Soren at camp what he saw
And then back to magefam angst: Soren pretending that his sister's nose-tapping is stupid, even though he actually thinks it's cool, just because their dad thinks it's stupid. Viren, istg. Let your kids like harmless things. It's so cute that Soren taps his nose back at her, though! Like they have their own sibling code. I hope we get to see the nose tap again, especially now that they've chosen different sides. It could mean so much, that they're not too far apart yet.
Rayla knows what buttery pancakes smell like. I love this. Do Moonshadow elves have butter and pancakes, does Rayla eat a stack of eight giant pancakes in the morning? Orrrr it is just illusion food? I don't care, let Rayla have pancakes! Everyone loves pancakes. Pancakes will save the world. this message brought to you by the fact that I can't eat pancakes rn, send help
I love that Rayla is both sus of the pancakes and hungry, and that combines into a very motivated "I will get to the bottom of this" attitude. She kind of goes into Poirot Mode when she inserts herself into Soren and Ellis's conversation about Ava, explaining about the wolf's illusion leg and segueing into her claim that the pancakes taste sus. Claudia confirms she used dark magic, and Rayla is furious. It's different than the show's version in that it puts Rayla in detective mode, as the only Moonshadow elf in the scene, and boy does she take that role seriously. Also, she doesn't actually swallow the dark magic pancake bite. It ends up on the ground just like Lujanne's grubs from that earlier meal. These poor kids are so nutrient-starved. You guys gotta eat!!
Rayla's determination and prejudices and the fact that she super knows Harrow is dead all dovetail to make her try repeatedly to persuade Callum that Soren and Claudia are Not To Be Trusted. It's nice that the book keeps taking the time to point out that Rayla is Well Intentioned But Flawed, just like Callum and pretty much every other character in the show. No one is Right All The Time, no one Knows More Than Everyone Else.
Callum loving the sound of Claudia's unique voice is so wholesome. When you like someone, it only makes sense that you like all the things about them that they can't change - like the sound of Claudia's voice. Her choices with dark magic, not so much!
Claudia seems to have the same concerns Soren does about Callum's relationship with Rayla, but she comes out and asks him. The inherent possession implied in "your elf" is interesting, though. Elves are not people to Claudia. They're enemies who can be disassembled for the magic inside them. So maybe more like robots than living beings, if she knew what a robot was. Maybe she heard Soren's "Moonshadow Madness" story and realized he totally missed the kissing implications - but she didn't, and now she's genuinely worried that Rayla could kiss Callum under a full moon and enchant him to do her will. Good thing it's only a half moon, then!
Okay, Callum nervously making a puppet hand and then not knowing what to do with his hands and freaking out about itching and moving and pointy elbows is such a ND mood. The sudden stress of knowing that someone else is noticing your existence and maybe you're Not Existing Right, amirite? Ugh, poor Callum.
The Moon Temple! Omg it's so pretty in the description! Made to be beautiful and useful, full of knowledge but also allowing light and life inside (butterflies and vines). Lujanne, when can I move in, please? Also, it's all the more angsty because Lujanne is the only one who gets to see this beautiful place, but it has lots of chairs and shelves and tables, and it was meant to be used by lots of people. :(((
Claudia knows some of the runes on the walls. She isn't in a hurry to copy the rest of them down or anything, either. Her spellwriting is very precise, and she's a skilled mage. Her father would have made sure she was aware of the dangers of drawing sloppy runes, as much as he made her aware of the dangers of doing dark magic wrong. And the whole point of dark magic is that it's easier to learn than primal magic. Claudia supports her dad and their shared knowledge and life path. She's not gonna go nuts over an elf library she can't translate.
Side note: Between Claudia knowing some Moon runes and Viren building a secret passageway and a dungeon and lighting it with the same blue crystals that Lujanne and Ethari use for light--and Claudia exclaiming that she loves ruins--I wonder once more if there are really Moonshadow ruins somewhere in Katolis, which Viren has found and looted. Father-daughter relic hunting trip, maybe while Soren is away at camp? Omgsh that would be so wild!
Callum out here having a Viren moment with his "I feel powerless unless I've got magic that lets me help" vibes. God. I love their complicated mirroring. One of the hard differences between them is that Callum is very sure dark magic is bad because you have to kill stuff and take its power to cast spells, and he doesn't want to be a person who kills and takes like that. The line he walks to be nice to Claudia on their tour of the Cursed Caldera because he likes her, while telling her that he doesn't want to do her magic, like, ever, is so fine that it might as well be a shifting shadow on the ground. It's a very fitting conversation to be having during the half moon, with its tricks and little white lies.
Callum being out of the castle and his comfort zone, having to deal with the fact that the Claudia he loves is not quite the Claudia who's chasing him down across the kingdom, but of the two of them, he's the only one with a problem with this.
They say that if you really want to get to know someone, you should spend time with them outside their comfort zone - in heavy traffic, with a small baby, taking care of a new pet, trying a new skill, following unfamiliar directions, etc. While the castle is familiar territory for them both, Callum's never really found his comfort zone yet, while Claudia is pretty comfortable with her growing skill set. The creepy part starts to kick in when Callum begins to realize that Claudia's comfort zone encompasses a whole bunch of stuff that seems like it should make her uncomfortable... but it doesn't. But that'll be for a future chapter!
#book two: sky spoilers#book two: sky#b2:s#tdp spoilers#viren#harrow#rayla#runaan#callum#claudia#soren#lujanne#moonshadow elves#aaravos
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All I Need.
Jasper Hale x Reader
Iâve made this so it can be a two parter if people want! Let me know what you think and I hope everyone is staying safe during this scary time, my inbox is open for anyone needing a chat.
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It started like the first snow of winter â light and gentle â nothing at first to be concerned with, the numbers of runaway teenagers and drifters gently began to increase, but just as innocent as the snowflakes appeared, it quickly became an avalanche as the bodies of workers around the coast and hunters began to appear in the vast woodlands surrounding the isolated town.
It wasn't until the echoing sound of a glass vase, smashing against the hardwood flooring, a single shiver travelled throughout your body as the whole room became slow-motion. The entire Coven turned it what would have been lightening speed â if your vision hadn't slowed â to face Alice, her large eyes, blinking rapidly yet somehow remaining blank and glassy â a wave of confusion and concern spread throughout the household as Edward's and Jaspers faces sunk with dread.
You gently touched Alice's hand but in her frozen state, only one word manages to force itself from your mouth. âVictoria.â
That single name confirms everything we all dreaded the most. Those drifters and runaway teenagers weren't just a coincidence. She was making an army, but not just a regular human army â an army of Newborns, the most powerful and cruel creatures to exist, they have no drive except to hunt and kill.
Carlisleâs eyes flicker towards Jasper and yourself as a aura of concern surrounded him. A familiar feeling blossoms in your chest as you stare at Bella and Edward, your eyes and face couldn't hide the glimmer of resentment towards the pair, if he hadn't bought her along that day, if she hadn't of been so numb to the danger, then we wouldn't of had to hunt down and murder our own kind, Victoria's mate â James.
âY/N.â Edward speaks lightly, clearly breaking the rule about reading your mind.
His hand coasts across the skin of your upper arm but you pull away like his touch burned you.
âWe need to start preparing,â Jasper said, taking the focus off you for a minute, âWe all need to train and plan a location that'll work to our advantage because trust me, if we want to survive this, we'll need it.â Carlisle nods silently.
âBella, you better go talk to Jacob, we'll need the help of the pack too.â you mutter, loud enough for the human to hear you before leaving the room in silence.
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The frosty ground crunches beneath your feet as your dart through the dense woodland, dodging the towering trees, upturned shrubs and roots with large rocks and ridges with ease, throughout the years you'd memorised the area like the back of your hand.
From the corner of your eyes, you spot the large clearing and slowed down towards the edge of the trees, allowing your sprint to turn into a walk. The tender ground turns from soft moss and dirt to a tough, grey stone; the clearing is several meters wide and across before leading to the edge of a vast cliff.
You stood in silence as you sat on the very edge of the cliff, the toes of your shoes hanging over the edge as you look down at the thrashing waves beating against the cliff bottom. Your mind wanders as you stare out at the water, you twist the small ruby ring on your middle finger, watching as the small rays of light dance across your skin making it sparkle, a young child had once told you, âIt's like you made of diamonds.â. Breathing deeply you look out at the calmness in the distance is the opposite to what was about to occur. Â
After a few more minutes, you notice out of the corner of your eyes a blonde haired man watching you intently, a small smile on his lips as he takes in your stance, Jasper had always admired how strong you are, the way no matter what happened, you always had a strong aura around you but with Jaspers powers, he knew exactly how you felt â scared.
He approaches you carefully, âTalk to me darlin', you've been distant.â he speaks softly, his rich southern accent peaking through, making you smile.
âI guess I'm a little sceptical about fighting Newborns again.â you admit, subconsciously running your nails softly across one of the scars that decorates your body, this one is what made you what you are today, and it covered the small patch on the middle of your shoulder.
Jasper nods slowly, his body radiates with your emotion of fear and nervousness. He wants to make you feel better but you made him promise he would never mess with your emotions, so instead, he reaches out and touches your cheek with his hand, grazing his thumb across your cheekbone tenderly. He engulfs you in a loving hug, peppering light kisses on your forehead and cheek, causing you to erupt in giggles, you pull away and look up at him, taking in the beauty of his golden eyes, thick light hair and sharp facials features, you tip-toes up to peck his lips quickly causing Jasper to smirks before wrapping his arm around your shoulders, almost of though he was attempting to keep you warm.
âCome on, let's go train some mutts.â Jasper half-joked before detaching himself from you, pushing you gently and sprinting off into the distance with you hot on his heels.
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About a mile from the training ground, you and Jasper slow down and walk leisurely the rest of the way. Everyone was wearing workout gear with the girls wearing their hair out of their faces. Carlisle and Esme are the first to greet us â Esme affectionately kisses your cheek â before you greet your adoptive brothers and sisters, Emmett is excited to start training, any excuse to show how strong he is, Rosalie is stood with a stiff upper lip as Alice chats to her excessively. A few minutes later, Edwards car screeches round the corner and stops abruptly, he jumps out before dashing round to open Bella's door, helping her out like she was made of glass.
âAre they coming?â you ask.
Edward nods silently as a growl echoes throughout the woodland and a few seconds later, eight huge wolves of a variety of difference colours and shades appear, their muzzles pulled back in a constant snarl as they approach us. The Coven opens from the circle we had created to stand in a line facing the wolf pack.
âThey don't trust us to be in their human forms.â you say, breaking the silence between us all.
Edward nods, Carlisle steps forward confidently, âThey came, that's what matters.â he says before turning to Edward, âWill you translate for me?â
He nods silently and approaches with Carlisle, Jasper moves us forward slightly as Alice stands by Bella and Rosalie and Emmett hold hands. You watch as a medium brown wolf with shades of ginger kept looking over at Bella, you smile gently when you realise it's Jacob. Carlisle thanks the wolves for coming, who bark or growl in response before turning to Jasper and yourself. âJasper and Y/N have experience with Newborns,â he announces, guesting to us, âThey'll teach us how to defeat them.â
Jasper nods at the creatures as you offer a friendly smile, your eyes link with the large black wolf as he takes in you for a minute before turning back to Carlisle and growled. Your stomach twisted slightly at the response to you but Edwards glance assures you it wasn't aimed directly at you.
âThey want to know how the Newborns differ from us.â Edward says.
Carlisle went to speak but you interjected, âThey are stronger and more lethal than us. In the first few months of our new life we are the most powerful because our human blood still lingers in our bodies.â
Jasper smirks at you, âMy beautiful mate is right, that's why they are created...â a bitter tone takes over his voice as he slips into his natural deep southern accent making you watch him intently, the Major in him began to peak through making you smile and your eyes darken. The Major was someone you hadn't seen fully in a number of years, Jasper felt your arousal and turns to look at you momentarily before continuing on with what he was saying, âA Newborn army doesn't need thousands like a human army and no human army can stand against them.â
Jasper took a step backwards and motions to you, âThe two most important things to remember are, one; never let them get their arms around you, they'll crush you instantly, and two; never go for the obvious kill, they'll be expecting that and that's how you die.â
You turn to Jasper, âYou want to go first?â
He laughed, âNo my darling, ladies first.â
A small smile settles on your lips as you turn to your big brother, Emmett, you teasingly gesture at him with your index and middle finger like an old kung-fu film, he returns your smirk and both take positions, Jasper acts as a referee giving tips to us as we fight, âDon't hold back,â you tease cracking your neck.
Emmett laughs loudly before launching himself at you, for the first few moments you let him throw you about to make him overly confident before you launch yourself up his body, legs wrap around his head, you throw your body around causing Emmett to flip over onto his back, the ground beneath the pair of you shaking slightly as the dirt cakes the clothing you both wore.
Jasper smiles at you, âNever get to confident and lose focus.â he says as the pair of you separated.
Next you up was Edward and Carlisle, Jasper remaining the referee as the wolves allowed you to stand next to them, giving them tips and tricks that they can use, the wolves accepted your help, letting out noises and expressions to let you know if they want more information. You even went as far as to show them where you most vulnerable places are and where the best places to bite and claw at will be.
Jasper called you away for a minute to pair us with Rosalie, you winked at her to tease her, she always needed to be the best at something, the fight was actually a smidge harder than Emmett, Rosalie was more graceful in her moves, quicker in the sense that she was strategic but even with that, you had her in a headlock in less that ten minutes, tight enough to cause her to panic but not enough to do her any actual harm.
You allowed Jasper to train Alice, the way he smiles at her made you wince a little inside, especially because of how she blushed â not literally of course but figuratively â he was easier on her than the rest.
Once training was over, you headed back over to the wolf pack with Edward to ask if there was anything else they felt they needed to know or learn, you even offered to do one-on-one training with them so they knew what it was like to fight a vampire. The large black wolf â the Alpha, Sam â bowed his head at you.
As the rest of the Coven and pack mingled amongst themselves, you spotted Bella sitting on the bonnet of Edwards off-roader, you headed over at human speed not to startle her. She looked up from her palm and smiled at you.
âHey.â you speak, hopping up on the bonnet with her.
Bella's aura softened, she had always been worried that you didn't like her, in that respect you were a lot like Rosalie, just softer round the edges, you trusted but when it was earned and you protect yourself with a hardened exterior because it was drilled into you during your first years as a vampire.
âYou know I don't blame you, Bella.â you spoke after a few minutes, touching her arm with your hand gently. âThis is all just one huge flash back for me, and Jasper.â
Bella turned to you, âHow do you guys know all this stuff?â she asks, her voice in a whisper.
âWe didn't exactly have the same upbringing as the rest of them,â you mutter, pulling up one of your sleeves to expose a series of bite marks all the way up, some overlapped, others weren't neat. âBattle scars.â
Bella gripped your arm and inspected them closer, you smile at her inquisitive side, before pulling up her sleeve to reveal the bite James had given her. She looks at you momentarily and you just nod, confirming silently that vampires had made the marks on you.
âHow? I mean...â Bella trailed off.
You let out a small laugh, âI'm originally from England, if you couldn't tell from the accent, but when I was turned my maker realised I had a rare... ability, shall we say... he saw more benefit for him in trading me,â you say, Jasper stood several meters away, leant up against one of the large trees, listening to you, âWe arrived in Texas waiting to meet Maria, the leader of the Coven my maker wanted to do a trade with but we were attacked by her Newborns, my maker was killed almost instantly but I... let's just say I cost her ten Newborns that day.â
Bella studied your face as you bit your lip, memory lane for you wasn't the happiest, âShe was making an army?â
âThey were apparently very common in the south, constant battles for territory. Maria always won, she was careful and smart but she one important weapon â Jasper, he was a Major  in Texas Calvary, when I arrived he was in charge of training us and his ability to control emotions served her the best. She never let them live beyond a year, it was Jaspers job to ââ
You swallow hard, Jasper felt a sudden wave of sadness echoing through him.
âDispose of them.â Jasper said, appearing in front of you making Bella jump slightly, âI could feel everything they felt, the fear, the disappointment, the wondering of worry. I thought what Maria and I had was love, but I was just a puppet.â
He paused, glancing at me.
âIt wasn't until Y/N arrived I realised what love what,â he laughed look at you, âShe was just as stubborn and strong then as she was now, she started training the Newborns with me but she was also the one to convince me to runaway. If it wasn't for her, I have no idea what I would of done, or what I would be now.â
You smile widely and smugly, âI sound awesome right?â you wink.
Jasper and Bella laugh along with you, soon enough Edward approached us, âCome on, we better get you home.â he says, scooping Bella off the bonnet carefully before pushing you off, Jasper catches you bridal style as you flip Edward off.
Your mate hugs you into the side of him as we watch them leave, a comfortable silence settles over the clearing, everyone else had headed home leaving you and Jasper once again alone. You look up at Jasper with a loving expression.
âYou saved me.â you whisper.
Jasper smirked and looked down at you, âNo, you saved me and you have saved me every single day since.â
You lean up, wrapped your arms up around his neck, pulling his lips to you. The pair of you work perfectly, tongues soon battle for dominance as the kiss heats up, soon Jasper pushes you against the trunk of a tree, his forehead against yours as you both pant â unnecessarily of course but something's are just naturally going to take your breath away.
âSo Major, what's you plan now?â you tease.
Jasper shakes his head at the nickname, âWell ma'am, I plan making you very happy and moaning a hell of a lot, how does that sound?â
You can't help but laugh loudly, you put on your thickest southern accent impersonation, âWell sir, that sounds mighty fine.â and wink at him.
Your mate laughs loudly before kissing you again. A smile remains on your lips throughout the kisses, you may not be like Alice and see the future but you know for sure that everything you will ever need, is right here with Major Jasper Whitlock.
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One Piece Chapter 2021 - Initial Thoughts
After Obon snuck in and delayed the chapter we can return to normal programming. Fresh off the heels of Devil Robin and Momo's request we jump back into One Piece, but not where we left off
Spoilers for the Chapter, Support the Official Release too!
Our cover page this time is Leo and co playing Hide and Seek, they're not that good at it
The map is actually quite handy for showing where the Straw Hats are as well, looks like Franky's well away from the others but nearest to the performance floor, if Nami and Usopp are to reconvene with Robin and Brook they'll likely have to go around BM fighting Kid and Law
Odd also that Ulti and Pay-Pay weren't shown defeated
15 Minutes is not a lot of time either, remember it took Luffy hours to days to defeat Big Mom's sweet commanders, time is not on our side
Luffy's eaten his fill but Caribou is in the background panicking, I'm guessing he's being told that he has to enter the battle
Finally back to the Raizo/Forehead fight
We finally seeing those patented earlobe crackers
Raizo is on the back foot though, because Forehead is exposing his emotions to give away his deception
Finally getting to see Izo and Denjiro during Raizo's speech, but also Kin, Kiku and Ashura's bodies too. I still hope Kin's alive though
Over to Killer vs Hawkins and despite losing a lot of strawmen Hawkins remains confident
and that's why, he somehow got Kid's soul bound to a Straw Man! Does that mean Killer was cutting down other members of his crew?
Come on Hawkins, I've stood up for you for this long, now you're just being a creepy evil Alucard in this place
But playing Devil's Advocate, it may seem like Hawkins doesn't want Kid to die, or else why would he tell Killer?
2 Options though I think Killer could use; cut off Hawkins' arm which Kid is missing or Sea Prism Stone. Though I'd still rather see Hawkins turn on Kaido but at least he's flexing some threat level here
King's back though, and with Queen they're making quick work of the SMILE atrocities
Marco and Sanji are also down having been forced to fight both
King and Queen are after Zoro though, they know it's over if he heals because he's already scarred Kaido today
Pero bastard as well sniping candy arrows
...I'm pretty sure Sanji still married Pudding, the plan was to shoot him as he kissed the bride right so technically they exchanged vows and stuff. But anyway is Sanji died you probably still would've had to team with Kaido because Luffy would still go to Wano
Neko finally fucking arrives, what take a couple of wrong turns buddy?
Taking it outside may also bode well for Carrot and Wanda, who may've recovered by now to perhaps help out, one hopes at least for Carrot, don't want to see her be leverage now
King and Queen have found Cactus Zoro, but Marco makes the save!
Huhhhhh, King is from a race that lived atop the Red Line? Were they ousted from Marejois?
Marco though immediately gives up, he's used his power and he's ready to let the next generation fight
Zoro is reunleashed, and Sanji's there to fight with him too
Tiny Tiny Chopper's face though XD
No squabbling this time though, they have the same goal in mind, win and Luffy's one step closer to being king
Ahhh ain't those boys back in town
finally gonna get a proper Zoro/Sanji team up it looks like against King and Queen. Which works for a lot of reasons but also that I don't think King and Queen can synergize as well. It'll take time though, Sanji hasn't put back in the Raid Suit after all so until then we know he's not at his best
In the defeat of the Tobi Roppo we've put some newer fights in place or back in the forefront so the action will continue. A 15 minute time limit though does make one wonder how it's all gonna go down at that point
maybe Act 3 ends with Kaido about to drop Onigashima, we'll have to see, but a lot is still left to cover, much is still left to do
Clock's ticking Luffy, gotta make your move now.
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There is something oddly captivating about the way Leon's expression softens into a genuine smile. Sasha has found he likes this look on him more than than the sarcastic smirks and definitely more than the tired scowls he's witnessed over the course of the past weeks. He can count the moments in which he's seen anything other than the last two on one hand, and so it takes him a moment to blink and look away. He clears his throat, only now processing the question. It does serve to get him thinking about something else at least and sure enough Sasha's expression clears a moment later.
"There is one place I can think of. It shouldn't be too far either." With that decided, Sasha stowes the food away again, the coffee, too, although he sees Leon eyeing it for a moment before he seems to (reluctantly) decide it can wait for now. Sasha can't help but chuckle quietly in amusement, though he doesn't say anything even when Leon raises an eyebrow at him again.
And with that, they're on the road again, although it isn't long before Leon brings up another valid point. Sasha's brows furrow. "Not unless you consider the odd leftover can of Ravioli from the 90s fully stocked." He doubts anything else is still stowed away in the cabinets. From what he could gather from the call he had with the owner, few people have come out here asking to stay at the cabin, the last dating back to roughly a year ago. The cabin is well maintained regardless of visitors he's told, but until he sees what this entails with his own eyes he isn't willing to get his hopes up too high. Besides, better be safe than sorry.
He considers which places they'll pass on their way there, glances at his watch and does a rough calculation of how long it will take them still given where they are, especially with the little break they're planning on taking now. "We should be able to get what we need when we pick up the key before heading up the last bit. There is a small grocery store in town at the foot of the mountain... Or there was when I was there last." Which admittedly was a few years ago, and who knows what has changed since then. "Heading up from there it's another hour I'd say. Maybe longer if we get there after dark... but as long as we make it there before sundown we should be fine." He tilts his head at one of the weathered road signs. "Take a right here."
Sasha's directions lead them up something that should be considered more of a path than an actual road, but there are still tracks of some other vehicles that came before to follow. A little further and they reach a clearing. Leon slows the car and Sasha's breath actually hitches at the wave of nostalgia that overcomes him when they're able to overlook the valley from up here. They're barely halfway, but they've gained quite a bit of height during the last hour alone.
Below there is a big stretch of smaller hills, a good portion of them covered in what he thinks are spruce trees, but further down the forest is mixed, less maintained and many of the trees' leaves have turned to autumn colors already. It won't be too long until winter but for now the view from here remains that of a sea of yellows, oranges and reds.
Sasha feels the urge to move, to get out of the car and stand in the afternoon sun and take a deep breath of the mountain air, but when he does move... or tries at least, his legs of course, don't obey him, not past a slight shift of one knee. This immediately brings him back to the present. He shakes his head, gaze flickering from the view infront to his legs, then he grits his teeth and swallows thickly. A lot of memories come flooding back, too, most of them now bittersweet rather than happy, but he takes a deeper breath before facing Leon and somehow looking at him helps to not despair entirely, even though the smile he gives him is dimmed by his troubled thoughts.
"So," he starts and then immediately stops to clear his thoat, fighting the strain of his voice. "Coffee?"
Once again he realizes that there is very little Sasha knows about Leon, other than the obvious things he's figured out from fighting side by side with him â and against him for that matter. He's a skilled fighter, a soldier, more so than Sasha could ever be. He's clearly seen many more horrors than those that recently landed Sasha in a wheelchair and somehow Leon managed to come out the other side unscathed... or so Sasha thought.
The truth of the matter, of course, is another, one he can read in the pale of Leon's face, im the emptiness of his gaze, as if he's not really seeing what is right infront of him, as if he's not really here.
Leon's admittedly vague explanation adds a new piece to the puzzle and Sasha can't help but wonder how long ago this first encounter took place. How many more wars like this has he seen since?
Sasha is familiar with the ruthless side of Leon, the survivor, the text book American who shoots first and asks questions later. Not that long ago he considered him an enemy. A person he could hate if needs be, but he isn't that, Sasha knows at least that much now.
He caught glimpses â very few and far between â of the man Sasha assumes Leon is beneath all the gruff exterior and sarcasm, beneath the bleak, almost black humor that at times serves to raise his hackles in turn, that had him snap at him in the past in a way far harsher than he intended.
It hasn't happened as often as it maybe could have, given Sasha's own anger, his own frustrations and not least of all their history, but sometimes when it did, Sasha has seen the flickers of wide-eyed hurt that crossed Leon's features, before his expression shuttered and he closed himself off with a smirk and another snarky remark.
Sasha hasn't realized this until recently, but that brief moment inbetween, much like the few open laughs he has heard from him, are Leon at his most honest, and these parts of him seem to be what he keeps closest to his chest.
He doesn't blame him. Im the end Sasha likely only recognizes this because he does the same thing. Leon can probably count the things he knows about him on one hand, too, and that's not only because Sasha is a man of few words on his best days.
There is a sort of kinship there, that's only grown in these past weeks. He feels it in the way Leon briefly puts a hand to his now, as if to ground himself in the present by touching him.
He wonders if it's this what keeps them together now, what got him to offer coming here in the first place and what kept Leon from leaving and Sasha from sending him away even after they got into arguments heated enough to make a nurse check on them.
Given all this Sasha has come to the conclusion that they shouldn't work, but somehow they do. By now he considers him a friend. Maybe the only one he has left. But at this point even that isn't quite the truth either, is it?
It's what he thinks about still as Leon walks ahead and he is left to follow, the uneven and slightly damaged concrete of the gas station crunching beneath them the only sound until Leon speaks again.
Sasha nods, pointedly not throwing a worried glance over his shoulder until after he hears Leon try and communicate with the person at checkout. Leon will manage for now, that much he's made clear, and Sasha, despite his lingering concern, has to bite the inside of his cheek to not let his amusement about Leon's very limited knowledge of Russian take over his features.
He piles a few snacks in his lap â sadly there is no pudding of any kind, but he hopes chocolate and some chips might make for a sufficient substitute. He also gets two packages of pre-made sandwiches, one ham and cheese, the other egg salad and then grabs two bottles of water from a shelf as well. He thinks that's enough for now and that they might not have to stop for food again until they reach their destination in a few hours time.
But then, after a brief studying of the small refrigerator in the back he also gets a can of iced coffee he has seen Leon drink before. It takes some balancing of what he already has and some uncomfortable stretching out of the wheelchair to get it, but eventually he makes his way over to Leon, greeting the clerk politely, who immediately seems less suspicious of them when he hears Sasha address him in fluent Russian.
The man steps around the counter to ring up the things Sasha brought over, which keeps him from having to hoist all of them up there. Sasha fights the foul taste of helplessness in the back of his throat at the well-meaning gesture, just thanks the clerk curtly and then waits until he steps back behind the counter to take a package of gum from the display in the front.
[And this,] he says, putting it between them on the counter. The man adds the gum to their total without issue and continues making smalltalk. Sasha reciprocates in a way that doesn't disclose where they're going exactly, or where they're coming from. Just in case.
In the end, this encounter leaves him more winded than he could have expected and when Leon opens the door for him on their way out Sasha can't quite meet his eyes, and he still doesn't until they're back in the car again, with his wheelchair safely stowed away, and Leon sat beside him, both of them equally quiet.
Sasha leans back into his seat, brows furrowed, lower back throbbing with sensitivity, his lips a thin line of tension as he looks at the little run down store. His gaze at last falls to the plastic bag in his lap holding all the things he's picked out, nearly all of them for Leon.
"You know," he starts and then there is another moment's worth of silence ere he breaks it again. "I think I don't like gas stations all that much either."
Then, he lets a breath out through his nose and shakes his head at how ridiculous he's acting over someone being genuinely considerate and wanting to make things easier for him.
He hopes in time, this will get easier, too.
Sasha does look up then and notes Leon is still looking somewhat tense, but no longer as pale, which he decides is a victory. A small one, but still.
"Here," he says. And then determined as he is to get some more color back into his companions cheeks, hands him the small can of coffee, before holding up the sandwiches. "Choice is yours. I'll take the other."
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Peace - (Poe dameron x fem!reader)
Folklore series Part 3/4
A/N: Phew THIS ONE! so many ~emOtIOnS~. So, time has passed since Part 2, wherein they've fallen more and more in love and theyâve both told their parents about the other one and its gettin kind of SERIOUS. Weâre picking back up in TROS time period.
Warnings: oral sex (F recieving), penetrative sex, curse words, orgasm, 18+, NSFW, the usual.Â
Word Count: 5.2K yeet
Two fingers moving lightly over your cheek awoke you.
Your eyebrows furrowed and blue morning light pulled your eyelids to open. You grumbled and squinted in the growing light.
An arm tightened around your waist and pillowy lips found your jaw. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up." Poe whispered, his tone honeyed.
You groaned and clenched your aching back, a chorus of pops running down you.
Poe chuckled softly on your cheek and made a trail of kisses from your jaw down the curve of your neck.
"Since when do you wake up earlier than I do?" You growled.
"Couldn't stay asleep last night. I've been up since 4 this morning." He admitted. His stubble tickled your neck and collarbone.
You looked over to him, your eyes still squinted. "What?"
He smirked and his curls brushed back and forth on your cheek. His mouth sucked on a spot of your collarbone that somehow remained untouched by hickeys.
A warm jitter zipped through your body and you felt your mind clear. You reached a hand over to run through his thick hair.
"Babe..." You whispered.
Poe's arms tightened around your waist and his warm chest pressed tightly into yours.
You smiled and let out a deep breath.
Your mother had warned you about going back to Poe when you had Holomessaged to tell her the news. Her eyebrows had furrowed and her tone had become harsh. She had recounted you desperately fleeing the Resistance base to return to your home world. She reminded you of how fully you had shattered on her doorstep, falling back into her comfort and security instead of Poe's.
'We talked about what happened, Mom. About everything. And I think...I think he's grown. He listened to what I had to say and changed some things.' Â You had explained to her.
'Pssh, we'll see how long that lasts. He's the Resistance poster boy; he's too cocky. I don't trust him, joganfruit.' She had countered.
"What time is it?" You whispered, cutting your mother's memory off before she could become any more inflamed.
Poe murmured and looked over at the holoprojector on his bedside table. "5:30."
You grumbled and wiggled yourself closer to him. There was still a few hours left to steal before life would awaken and call you away from Poe. You sighed happily and pulled the blanket up to your chin, closing your eyes and getting readjusted.
Your ex-boyfriend now turned serious boyfriend ran his fingers slowly from your hair line, over your scalp and then down your neck. He pressed soft kisses on your warm temple and murmured on your skin, "Can I ask you something, sweetheart?"
You smirked, keeping your eyes closed, and nodded yes.
"Would you still want to be with me if I wasn't Poe Dameron?" He whispered. His words hovered thickly on the skin of your cheek.
You opened your eyes and turned to look at him. Your eyebrows scrunched and compassion flooded your expression. You reached a hand up to cup his face. You smiled softly and replied, "Who would you be then?"
Poe chuckled, but his undertone was serious. "No, I mean like...if I wasn't a General. If I wasn't in the Resistance." His dark eyes reached out for yours, grasping desperately for you to steady him. His heart, so normally overtaken with passion and determination, now sat vulnerable in front of you. He took the meat of his lip into his mouth as he watched your face.
You leaned up from your pillow and kissed him softly, both of your hands around his face. "I'm going to love you no matter where you go, or what job you have, or whoever you become. We're two parts of the same star, remember?" You swiped a thumb across his eyelid gently.
Poe looked down at you, his eyebrows tensed with emotion and ran his thumb over one of your eyelids softly. "Two parts of the same star." He echoed.
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"Dad? Dad, I'm having a hard time hearing you." Poe said, his words terse. His eyes scanned the empty locker room, asking for some kind of guarantee of solitude.
His father's image shook and his words came out garbled. Holomessaging wasn't very popular in the rural lands of Yavin 4.
"Poe? Can you hear me?" Kes asked.
"Yeah, I can hear you. You're breaking up though."
"Lemme try..." Kes began and Poe could hear footsteps crunching on gravel.
Suddenly, Kes appeared clearly in the Holoprojector.
The Resistance General smiled. "Hey, Dad." Poe said again.
"Hi, son." Kes replied. "How's the Resistance?"
Poe sighed and shifted his weight. "We're still kicking. Barely."
"As long as there is one person willing-" Kes began.
Poe finished his father's tired mantra. "to stand against tyranny, hope is never lost."
Kes nodded and beamed at his son's morality.
"Dad, I wanted to ask you-"
"I heard about Leia." Kes said solemnly.
Poe nodded. "Yeah, we're...." He swallowed, for emotion had risen in his throat. "We're still trying to work through it."
"I can't imagine what that's like, son. Who took over her command?"
"Well, me and Finn-"
"You're the General?!" Kes exclaimed.
"I-" Poe tried to explain.
Kes was too overwhelmed to hear him. "Poe, your mother would be so proud of you! She is so proud of you." He corrected himself.
"I've been trying to do my best...Thanks." Poe debated about whether or not he should explain to his father about his shared command with Finn, but decided it could wait for another time. Â He clutched his mother's ring hanging around his chest and said, "Dad, I need to ask you something."
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For what felt like the hundredth time, your eyes ran across the shotty Arebesh scrawled onto the holodocument displayed in front of you.
You held your chin in one hand and chewed on the side of your lip as you thought. Mumbling to yourself you said, "So, if Senator Lago and the Kanjiklub are working together. How do they connect to the First Order?"
Your mind felt as if it was smashing against a brick wall over and over again.
Thankfully, the whir of a certain orange and white ball droid averted your attention.
You twisted in your seat and smiled when you saw BB-8. "Hey, buddy." You said and jumped down from your chair to talk with him. You bent down to your knees and scratched his sides.
The droid opened up a large compartment in his side to reveal a wiry bouquet of purple and yellow flowers.
You smirked and took them from BB.
A note dangled from the flowers that read, 'Meet me in the hangar. -Poe'
You blushed and shook your head. Surrendering to the tsunami of hopelessness you had been feeling all day, you began to shut off the holotable and gather your books and papers.
Giddiness built in your chest as you and BB-8 moved quickly through the Ajan Kloss Base to you and Poe's quarters. You dropped your books and papers by the door and began to search through your closet for something to wear. You chose one of Poe's t-shirts and a dependable pair of jeans.
"Don't look!" You scolded BB-8 as you began to take off your uniform.
The little droid beeped and blooped in embarrassment, before zipping quickly through the door and towards the hangar.
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Excitement and curiosity bubbled in your chest as you turned the corner to the hangar. There Poe stood, one of his arms on the Millennium Falcon and the other fiddled with his belt loop. BB-8 whirred softly around him, taking a visual catalog of the Falcon's current state.
You clutched the flimsy bouquet of flowers tight in your hands and started towards them. At the sound of your footsteps, the most handsome man you had ever seen turned to you. His face was quickly overwhelmed with a smile and his arms opened toward you. "Sweetheart, hey. You made it." He said as you pressed into his chest.
You wrapped your arms around his middle and pressed a hot kiss on his neck. "The General is gonna be so mad at me for skipping out early if he finds out."
Poe chuckled and moved you away from his chest to press his lips against yours. "I won't tell if you won't." He said after pulling away from your kiss.
You blushed, chuckled, and playfully hit his chest. The two of you walked onto the landing dock of the Falcon, his arm around your waist and yours wrapped tightly around his middle.
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The orange sun drooped low across the waves of Kothlis. The red and purple suns not too far behind it. Their colors drew painted lines across your and Poe's intertwined bodies, buried in the black sand below you.
"I think you ruined my tan." You whispered as your fingers combed through Poe's dark hair.
His body had been laying almost on top of yours for the better part of two hours, his skin hot and sticky against yours. His mouth sucked on your collarbone, the same spot he had worked on earlier in the morning, and he responded, "You don't need a tan anyway."
You smirked and readjusted the sunglasses resting on your nose. Napping on the shores of a beach planet with Poe Dameron was not how you expected this day to end, but you never could predict how any day with Poe was bound to go.
"We should probably go soon. They'll be worried about us." You said.
Poe groaned and tightened his hands on your bare ribcage, his thumb tracing the line of your bra.
You blushed and ran a thumb back and forth across his stubbly cheek. "Come on, babe. Get up."
Poe shook his head, his dark curls bouncing.
You smirked and called for BB-8 to start up the Falcon.
The little droid awoke from his resting state and moved, unsure, through the dark sand toward the hidden freighter down the shoreline.
Poe's hands dug into your ribcage, hard, and you gasped softly. "Poe, come on."
The man refused to let his mouth go from your collarbone. His eyebrows sat heavily on his forehead and you could almost see his hands shaking on your skin.
You put a gentle hand on his stirring ones and squeezed. "What's wrong?"
Poe's lips left your skin and he breathed out heavily. The General sat up and turned his back to you. He looked out over the lapping water and sighed. He ran a hand across his face and then chewed on his bottom lip.
You sat up and gently placed a hand on his defined back. You ran your hand up and down his shoulder blade before reaching up to give his tense neck a squeeze.
The man looked down at his knees, pulled tight to his chest, and then back out to the water.
"I don't-" Poe started. "Ugh," He exclaimed to himself. "I don't know what to do."
"About what?" You asked softly.
Poe mindlessly grabbed a handful of black sand and squeezed it so tight it slipped through his grasp. His dark eyes looked back at you under a cocked eyebrow and then returned to gaze at the on-coming waves. Poe sighed once more and then looked back at you again, "I'm in love with you."
You smiled and scooted forward to cup his face in your hand. "I know you are, dummy. I'm in love with you too." You kissed him sweetly, grasping the chain that held his mother's ring.
Poe broke the kiss and began to draw small designs in the sand. He swallowed loudly. "Sweetheart, I-" He blinked rapidly. "I talked to my dad and he, uh, he has some land on Yavin 4 that we could," Poe ran out of air and began again, out of breath, "he said we could build a home on."
You sat back on your haunches. Your mouth parted and your eyebrows pursed. Visions of you and Poe's home, deep in the warm jungles of Yavin 4, flew through your mind. You saw the warm morning light stream through the bedroom windows and Poe's sleepy face on the first day he would be able to sleep in after the war was won. You saw the garden of herbs and vegetables in your backyard. You saw a little black-haired girl screaming and running as her father chased her through the same lands his father had chased his son on.
Unable to control them, your eyes began to water. You looked out over the ocean and your breath came in heavy pounds against your ribcage, not unlike the waves against the shoreline before you.
"I'm not asking you to settle down, not if you don't want to, but..." Poe took your hand and pulled you back to the present. "I would."
Your eyes met his and you suddenly felt overtaken by his gaze. Looking at him now felt as if you had never seen him before, every curve and angle of his face utterly breathtaking.
"If you want to, I'll do it." He whispered. He reached a hand out to rub his thumb across your face softly.
You placed a hand gently on his outstretched arm and kissed his wrist, pressing your lips tightly into his skin.
"What do you think, sweetheart?" He asked again.
A warm breeze wafted off of the ocean and relaxed your overwhelmed mind. "I want to, of course I want to." You admitted.
One side of Poe's mouth quirked upwards as you continued.
Reality careened it's cruel voice into your thoughts. "But...what if," You took a deep breath and averted your gaze from your boyfriend's. "What if I lose you? Or you lose me? I couldn't-" You shook your head, the thought of being without him, once so mundane, now was absolutely unbearable. Â
Gently, Poe moved your gaze back to him. "I know, I know. But, what if we don't lose each other? What if we make it, sweetheart? What if this thing we're doing...works out?" His voice clipped towards the end of his question.
Tears spilled from the sides of your eyes, one after another. You pulled dry pieces of skin from your lips using your teeth.
Your boyfriend continued, "I told my dad," Poe took a shaking breath. "that I felt like I had lived my whole life just waiting to meet you. Waiting for the way that you looked at me the night we met."
You let out a quiet sob and Poe fought through his own emotion as he said, "If I'm gonna die, I want-" He swallowed. "I want to die with you having been the last person I loved." Poe squeezed your hand.
You wiped your tears with the back of your free hand.
"You don't have to answer now, but please, just, think about it." Poe's eyes were big and looked up into yours.
You nodded yes and leaned forward, pressing your lips harshly into his. You gripped his hair in between your fingers and pressed your body against his warm one.
Poe clutched your back with both of his hands, one on the middle of your shoulder blades and the other resting across the curve of your ass.
You pulled on his lips, hard. You were desperate to fill him with the glowing passion spilling from your chest.
Poe gently pushed your shoulders away from him and said, the space between your mouths hot and humid. "If we make it and we win this thing, people will come looking for us."
You sat back on your legs once more and Poe's hands dropped to his sides.
"We will never be able to truly have peace. We'll always have to hide from First Order sympathizers."
You dropped your gaze to the sand on your beach towels.
"But," Poe said, the lightness in his voice returning, "I would be with you when they do." He moved a finger under your chin and pressed against it, tilting your gaze upwards.
The General smirked slightly and his eyes ran over your features, searching for a response.
Your eyes caught on the ring around his neck and you pictured it glinting and glimmering on your finger. How you would work with it on your hand, shining in between gadgetry and espionage. How you would hold Poe's face with it there to decorate the both of you. You pulled your eyes from the shining band and back to Poe's.
Looking at him now, the sunset painting his face in warm purples and pinks, every touch of his skin, the smiles on your neck, the tight grip on your hips, rang loudly in your ears. Every morning spent curled up in bed years ago and all the mornings just these past few months flashed through your mind. You thought of his nibbles on your ear and how your name sounded falling from his lips. He seemed to beat as loudly in your ears as your own heartbeat. Your hands began to shake and your chest thumped loudly.
"Just, think about it, okay?" He whispered, his face clearly wanting an answer now.
You nodded and flung your arms around his neck. You pushed your breasts firmly into his chest and buried your mouth into his neck.
Poe ran a hand over the back of your head and kissed your temple. He drug his hand down to support your back and with the other he moved your jaw so that you could kiss his lips.
You obliged him, pressing your tongue against his bottom lip.
Poe adjusted your legs around his torso, pressing your panties against the growing tent in his pants, and opened his mouth to you.
You moaned as you moved your tongue into his mouth and began to dance with his own. Your hands held his face and tangled in his inky curls.
The pilot moved his hands to cup your ass and then whispered, "Let's get to the ship." He squeezed your butt once before drawing his hands down your legs as you moved to stand.
The pair of you stood, grabbed the beach towels, Â and almost jogged to the primed and ready Millennium Falcon.
You followed after Poe up the landing ramp and were greeted by a grumpy BB-8. The droid zoomed around the ship, bored from waiting so long.
"Hey, sorry buddy." Poe apologized to his mechanical friend. "We're ready now."
BB-8 whirred to the spot in the hallway where his mechanical arms could steady him and waited.
You followed Poe to the cockpit and watched the muscles in his back shift as he began the pre-lift off calculations.
His brow furrowed and he mumbled to himself as he worked, thinking as fast as he could.
You placed a hand on his shoulder and pressed a firm kiss on his cheek. "I'll meet you in the General's quarters." You whispered before pulling away from him.
He nodded, one of his hands reaching down to squeeze your almost naked ass.
You blushed and turned from him to go to the only bedroom on the ship. Â
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A few agonizing moments passed as you waited for Poe. Your mind raced with his words and the depths from which they had come. You wiggled backwards on the bed and closed your eyes. You let out a deep breath and moved a hand slowly down your body, stopping to tease your nipples, and then finding a way under the soaked cloth of your underwear. Slowly, to drag it out and keep yourself wet for Poe, you moved your fingers up and down your slit. You allowed your mind to wander through all the things you loved about your boyfriend. 'Or is he my fiance now?' You thought. The mere thought of spending the rest of your life beside the impulsive pilot pushed a new wave of moisture out of you. You moaned gently to yourself, letting your head roll to the side as your fingers teased your entrance.
The door hissed open and Poe was already tugging down his boxer shorts as he crossed the threshold. He stepped out of the fabric and quickly climbed onto the bed and over your scantily clad body. "BB-8 is in hanging in the corridor in rest mode."
You smiled and rubbed yourself faster now, as the cool of his mother's ring meeting the hot skin in between your breasts.
"Un-uh." Poe said and pulled your hand from out of your underwear.
You whined as the friction left you and Poe took your wet fingers in his mouth.
He ran his tongue down your finger and his mouth sucked on them persistently.
You moaned and your mouth gaped open. You could feel your pussy begin to throb, aching for him. Your back arched off of the bed and your hips jutted upwards to hit his.
Poe chuckled and let your fingers drop from his mouth with a loud slurp.
Your head reared back gently.
"You want me to show you how much I love you, sweet girl?" He asked, his voice low and throaty. His lips planted sloppy kisses down your jaw and neck.
"Yes." You breathed. You tried to reach your hand downwards to satisfy your burning core, but Poe caught it mid-reach.
"I'm the only one who gets to make your pussy cum."
Your eyes fluttered closed and a whine fell from your lips. Your hips moved to touch his.
Poe pushed your hips back down to the bed with both of his palms. He pressed his hands tightly over your hipbone. He kissed your stomach softly, creating a path down to the tip of your panties.
"Poe, please..." You whined, your core already soaking through the fabric. Your body squirmed under his grasp.
Poe dipped down to suck on the soaked fabric, graciously pulling some of your aching folds into his mouth.
You gasped and squirmed under him.
"Please what?" He asked, his breath hot hovering over your pussy. He ensnared your thighs with his arms, wrapping them underneath him, and then began to press soft kisses around your folds, allowing pressure everywhere except where you needed it most.
You cooed and jolted away from him.
Poe wiggled you back towards his mouth and continued his barrage of kisses.
"Please, fuck me, please." Your eyebrows tensed over your clamped shut eyelids. Your hands curled into the grey sheets below you.
Poe chuckled low in his chest, and you could feel it on your thigh. He snuck two fingers underneath the waistband of your underwear and wiggled it down your hips and then down your legs. He flung the garmet on the floor behind him. His dark curls tickled your stomach as he blessedly licked your dripping folds. His tongue moved up and down the slit, slowly, gently, teasingly. He swirled his tongue around the bundle of nerves at the top of your pussy and sucked gently.
You whined loudly and reached a hand down to yank on his hair. A jolt of energy seemed to zip through your back, kicking it up from the bed below you.
Poe moved his tongue towards your entrance, darting back and forth quickly before spreading you even more with his fingers. "You always taste so fucking good, sweetheart." He whispered. He closed his eyes and curled his tongue inside you.
Heat worked it's way from Poe's mouth, through your body, to escape through your shaking hands. Â
Poe moved and began to lick rapidly at your clit and then worked back down to your entrance.
You yelped and your legs tensed around his head. You had to stop yourself from crushing his skull.
"Ow, baby." He smiled, pushing your legs gently apart again. His mouth moved back upwards to suck on your clit and then gently ran the pad of his thumb over your entrance before inserting a finger into you.
You cried out and you could feel his finger jerking quickly inside you. "Maker, fuck!" You exclaimed, your hand tensing in Poe's onyx-colored hair. Your thighs seized around his head and your eyes jerked up to watch him. You could feel your body tensing on the verge of orgasm, deathly close to falling over the edge.
He moved his hand even quicker now, the wetness of you squelching around him. His eyes met yours as his mouth moved from your clit to kiss you. Your wetness was still on his lips as his skin pressed into yours.
You happily licked the moisture off of him, reaching your tongue in his mouth as his finger jerked rapidly inside you.
"Close, sweetheart?" He asked, momentarily breaking your contact.
You nodded and gasped as he moved his thumb to work your clit in his other hands absence. Both of his fingers moved in unison and the new sensation quickly overwhelmed you.
Like the crack of a whip, tendrils of warmth overcame your body, leaving your mind lightheaded. You felt your muscles clench around his finger and your body begin to shudder. You yanked his hair, hard, and let out multiple loud yelps as your orgasm barreled through you. Waves of uncontrollable pleasure crashed into you, clearing your mind of absolutely everything except Poe Dameron.
Speaking of, the man leaned to press steadying kisses to the space in between your breasts. His hands slowed inside you as your body shook against his own. Slowly, he pulled his finger out of you. He whispered, his breath hot on your neck. "Can I put my cock inside you, sweetheart?"
You forced your water-logged head up from the pillow and breathed, "You?" hoping he would know what you meant.
Poe shook his head no as he moved to take one of your erect nipples in his mouth. The stubble on his face scratched your delicate skin. "It's all for you this time."
You moaned and your back lifted off the mattress below you. "Please." You said through gritted teeth.
Poe ran your nub in between his teeth gently, twisting back and forth. "Is that a yes?"
You groaned, half in frustration and half in pleasure. "Poe, please fuck me." Your back jerking from the feeling of his mouth on your sensitive skin.
The pilot smirked and released your breast from his mouth. He sat back on his haunches and began to line his now fully erect penis up with your dripping cunt.
You pulled your bottom lip inside your mouth as a sweet pressure overwhelmed you. Your eyebrows pulled together and you allowed your head to fall back against the pillow behind you. You could feel your body adjusting to him, and after you nodded that you were ready, Poe began to move.
The man breathed out through his teeth and grunted in pleasure. His body slowly moved above yours, his cock kissing every ridge inside you.
You closed your eyes and felt pleasure melt down your shoulders and drip down your naked body. You began to mirror Poe's movements, absorbing the force of his thrusts.
One of Poe's wide hands took your jaw in it's grasp. He moved it downwards so that your eyes looked into his. "Look at me, baby." He growled.
You felt yourself clench around him and you moaned in response, your eyes automatically flitting closed.
His grip on your jaw tightened as the force of his thrusts ricocheted through your body. Poe moaned loudly. Â "Look at me while I fuck you."
You exclaimed and forced your eyes to open.
Poe's deep brown eyes locked onto yours, pulling you to fall into him. To trust him. To spend your life with him. He pulled his bottom lip into his mouth as he watched your face twist up in pleasure.
The intensity of his gaze easily overwhelmed you and sent shivers down your body.
Poe wrapped a hand behind your head to cup your neck and rested the other on your thigh pressed against his. "Sit up."
"What?" You asked, your breath shallow in your chest.
"Sit up." Poe repeated, gently moving his dick out of you.
You moaned without him and had to wrangle your focus to sit yourself upright.
Poe took both of your legs and wrapped them around his hips.
You hoisted yourself up and sat flush against his chest. Your arms wrapped around his neck and your lips pulled on a spot on his smooth chest.
The pilot lined himself up with you again and then gently pushed your hips down onto himself.
Your mouth flew open and your head reared back. Your eyebrows tensed, your eyes closed, and an undiscovered pressure filled your abdomen. Your head lolled to the side and a loud moan escaped you. You forced your eyes open and watched Poe's face as you settled around him.
The General moaned and sucked in air through his teeth. "Holy shit. Does that feel good to you?" His voice airy and dark.
"Oh my god, yes." You whispered. You took his chain in your mouth and began to kiss the soft skin where it had been.
Poe began to thrust himself upwards into you and the pair of you exclaimed loudly.
You clenched his bare back in your grasp.
Poe held your ass in his hands, spreading you to fit better around him. He moved slowly at first, both of you getting used to the new position.
Overwhelming desire moved you to bite the meat of Poe's neck gently. Your body shook against his.
As much as he could in this position, Poe worked to piston his dick in and out of you, forcing you to relish every ridge and friction he gave you.
Your toes curled and tears pricked at the sides of your vision. "Fuck, baby." You cooed.
Poe growled and pulled your collarbone into his mouth harshly. "I never want to fuck anyone else but you." He whispered.
You exclaimed and tears fell from your eyes. You felt yourself clamp down on Poe's dick and heard him moan in response. "I'm-" Your head lolled backwards. "Oh my god, I'm gonna cum."
"Cum for me, sweetheart. Cum all over me." He whispered, his words shot warm rockets across your bare chest. His hips thrust harder now, running to snatch your orgasm from you.
You screamed and your body began to shake violently. Your muscles all seemed to take a deep breath, rejuvenated by the man in front of you. Your vision blurred and your mind was overwhelmed by the sensation of Poe inside you.
Poe pulled you flush to his chest, pressing a centering hand to your back. His mouth softly kissed your shoulder and his cock moved still.
You moaned as the last of your trembles left you and consciousness seemed to return.
Poe let you fall to the mattress below him.
Your head lolled from side to side and your eyes flitted open. "Holy shit." You breathed, reaching out to curl your fingers in Poe's hair. "Where'd you learn that one?"
The pilot placed a burning kiss to your lips and replied, "Kijimii."
You snickered as he began to suck on your earlobe and neck. "You want me to take care of you?" You asked, your voice breathy.
"I'm not done with you yet, sweetheart."
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Monsters & Pancakes
Pairing: Avengers x Enhanced!OFC
Word Count: 2,462
Warnings: Swearing, mentions of death and familial loss.
A/N: Welcome to Chapter 3! I hope you all enjoy the story as well as the characters! Image is not my own. All rights go to the original creator. Sorry this took so long to get out! I hope you enjoy reading it!
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I slowly begin to wake and curl more into the couch. My body feels less heavy than it usually does, more alert. That alone has me feeling uneasy before I realize I'm on my couch... not my bed.
I shoot up in terror knowing fully well that he did something to me, that Loki made me pass out. Though, the fast movement throws me off balance and I end up tumbling to the floor. While pushing myself up with a groan, I hear hurried footsteps rush towards me on the floor.
"What in Odin's name are you doing on the floor?" He chides somewhere behind me.
"What did you do to me?" I sneer while turning towards his voice.
"Just a simple sleeping incantation." He tells me while nonchalantly crossing his arms.
"Why?" I growl while forcing myself to stand. He sighs while rolling his eyes.
"For one, I was brought, somehow, to this place, against my will might I add. So, my trust in you was not and is not very high. Another reason I kept you asleep, after I explored to make sure it was safe, was because it appeared that you needed it." He explains in a very frustrated tone. I take a deep breath.
"I guess we're even then." He looks at me curiously. "Both being kidnapped by the other..." I elaborate.
"Not quite..." He states while I cock an eyebrow. "Your name... I still do not know it."
I sigh while trying to run a hand through my very knotted dirty-blond hair.
"People call me 'Saddie'." I tell him while walking to my room to retrieve my brush.
"You didn't answer my question." He huffs.
"Yes, I did." The retort comes out more bitter than intended but I don't care to change it.
"I asked for your name, not a nickname. I told you my name without the added titles."
"'Of Asgard' isn't an added title?" He groans at the sarcastic remark while I carefully brush the wavy tresses.
"Your name?" He asks again, though annoyed.
I sigh, not wanting to say it out loud.
"No need to tell me, you just did." He chuckles darkly from the hallway.
"What?!" I yell.
"Don't worry, Sadira, I think it's a very unique name." I feel my face grow hot with anger and notice the lightbulbs starting to flicker.
I storm out of my room only to spot him standing frozen in the hallway, staring at the flickering bulbs.
"Do NOT use that name!" He turns around to face me quickly. "And stop reading my DAMN MIND!" I scream.
He holds his hands up in surrender.
"I give you my word, not to do that again." He tells me.
I scoff.
"I don't know if I believe you."
I brush past him and make my way to the kitchen. I haven't eaten since before I left for work, however long ago that was. As the thought of food crosses my mind, my stomach growls painfully and I resist the urge to groan because of it. God, I want something sweet.
As I begin to prep my meal. I see Loki leaning on the doorway, just observing.
"Do you want anything?" I ask, my head deep into the refrigerator.
"Sure." I hear in reply. "As long as you don't poison it." I half-chuckle.
"You never know..."
I begin to pull ingredients together and place them on the counter.
"Why did you teleport into the middle of the street?" I ask while focused on the food in front of me.
"Huh?"
"Well, you suddenly appear on Earth in the very early morning, looking very upset or unnerved for whatever reason, and then appear to want to blend in. Seeing as you're wearing... what do you call it... ah, Midgardian clothes, instead of what looked like a cape when I first saw you. It looks to me like you're on the run." I explain.
"You saw that?"
"I saw everything. The beam that brought you here and everything that followed until you spotted me." I say, while waving a spatula around as I talk.
"But why did you think I was on the run? Maybe you are yourself." My eyes snap up to meet his. "You have nothing personal in here. No pictures of family... friends, no images at all. Not even a plant." He pries while moving closer to me.
"Because I have none."
"What?"
"I have no friends or family." I growl while tightly gripping onto the spatula.
I move my eyes back onto the food I'm preparing in order to prevent the tears in my eyes from spilling. And I try so hard as to push them back.
"Now, are you on the run?" I ask through gritted teeth.
"In a sense... Yes. Are they actively looking for me? No. No harm will come to you because of it."
I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in at his explanation.
"Who are you hiding from?" He asks, carefully.
"Too many people to list." I chuckle darkly as I put the mixture into a pan. "Mainly HYDRA though. Unfortunately, S.H.I.E.L.D. hasn't been able to completely rid the world of them." I grumble.
"Ugh, S.H.I.E.L.D." He grunts with such distaste.
"I take it you've encountered them." I state while looking at him from the corner of my eye.
He hums in acknowledgement while I flip the item in the pan.
"Well I haven't, but I'm grateful for them nonetheless. If it wasn't for S.H.I.E.L.D, HYRDA would still have me. And I don't want to imagine the horrors that would come from that."
I begin to plate what I had prepared before washing and cutting up some strawberries.
"What is your favorite fruit?" I ask faintly.
"What?"
"Do you have a favorite fruit?" I ask again, though slightly annoyed.
"No, none that I know from Midgard." He says, very confused.
I hum while taking a can of whipped cream from the fridge.
After stacking two pancakes, I drizzle the cut strawberries on top before adding a spiral of whipped cream and a drizzle of maple syrup. I pass the finished plate to him along with a fork and knife before doing the same to my plate. I walk to the fridge and put all the ingredients away, but not before spraying some of the cream into my mouth.
I look back at Loki and notice he wears a disgusted expression.
"What? My house, my rules. And besides, it's for good luck." I defend while stabbing my fork into a piece of a pancake.
He scoffs but says nothing. I shake my head and continue eating. My thoughts begin to wander to all the events that occurred today, when I gasp.
Loki gives me a strange look as I run over to the living room and turn the TV on the first news station I find. The Q-Ship is still being played all over each network with the headlines reading "Attack on New York City". Various "experts" talk and give their predictions of what it means or what's going to happen. I scowl at the stupidity of those so-called "experts". The really have NO idea what the hell is going on.
Tony Stark's face shows up on the screen as the title reads "Missing". I hope that he's still alive, still in the fight. I know we'll need him. I mean, they'll need him.
Hpmh "we'll"...?
I am NOT getting involved in this anymore.
The image then changes to Cull Obsidian and Ebony Maw giving their oh-so nauseating "rejoice because of our presence" speech. I growl at their faces immediately causing the TV and the lights to begin to flicker.
"You know the Black Order." It's not a question but a statement. I turn to face Loki who has an uncertain look on his face.
I sigh, but say nothing to confirm or deny before looking back at the TV. What's the point? The answer is already known.
"Saddie... How do you know them?" He says inching closer to me. I can feel the spike of his heart-rate, I can feel his fear as if it was my own. Though, some of it is my own fear too.
"I guess that's who you're running from." I half-heartedly say with a chuckle. Though, I'm not even sure I'm correct.
"How do you know Thanos?" He asks slowly, cautiously, scared of a reaction. My reaction.
And he should be, because at the mention of his name, I begin to shake uncontrollably.
"Please... Please, don't. You don't want to know." I croak, shutting my eyes from the new tears in my eyes pushing to be set free.
Before either of us can do anything, the screen changes to "Possible Alien Attack in Scotland".
"Now why the hell would they go to Scotland?" I ponder out-loud with tears still rimming my eyes.
My eyes widen in slight fear before I pivot to face Loki.
"When was the last time you faced the Black Order?" I question quickly, harshly brushing off the lone tear that fell.
He flinches from my sudden actions, but remains silent.
"You're running from Thanos and his children. What happened to cause you to run?" I push because I need to know. If this is what I think it is, I'm not safe anymore, no one is.
Still there is silence...
"Tell me!" I scream at him.
His face scrunches briefly before he sighs.
"The day I arrived on Midgard. Ragnarok happened to my realm, Asgard. Me and my brother, Thor, we escaped with our people. Then Thanos arrived, he wanted the Tesseract. Inside was one of the six Infinity Stones. They're-"
"I know what they are. But did you just give one of the stones to him?! Why would you even consider that?!" It can't be the same Thor as... No, no it's just a similar name. Focus Saddie!
"I didn't! Not at first! He already had one! He had the Power Stone, and he had my brother! And he was torturing him for the stone! You have no idea what that's like. To bargain for the life of someone you care about!" His words send a dagger to my heart and I feel the burn of tears in my eyes again.
"I have every idea what that is like! That is why I have no family left!" I scream, the lights start flickering again.
Silence envelops the room again except for our raging breaths slowly calming down from our shouting.
"Balance... That's what he calls it. Where there is an entire population, Thanos will leave half. Two planets in a system, one remains untouched. Two siblings..." I trail off and only one tear rolls down my cheek. "You were the sibling that should have died... weren't you?" My voice soft with sadness and understanding.
He says nothing, he doesn't need to.
"You need to tell your brother you're alive." I say choking back a sob.
"What? I can not simply do that! You have no ide-"
"STOP SAYING THAT! I lost my twin sister because of that monster!" I scream. "I am in your brother's shoes. I mourn the loss of my sister everyday! I blame myself! He needs to know, he needs to know you're still alive!" The tears have been rolling in uncontrollable waves down my face before I inhale a deep breath and exhale, slowly willing myself to calm down.
"There are more Infinity Stones on Earth... That is the only possible explanation for his presence here." I reason while the tears slow.
I kneel down and extend my palm on the ground. Reaching my power outward, I let myself connect to the Earth. It's over-powering and extremely painful to do because of my limited practice, but I persist.
"What are you-"
I let myself slip into the feel of the world, the magnitude of power it possesses, but I feel it. One form of power that exists above all else on this planet. The only Infinity Stone on Earth. I gasp, call back my abilities, and fall backwards. The power surges, then every electric source in my house flickers to black. I sit in the dark silence as I still can feel the stone somewhere in New York, somewhere close by. The power goes back on and I turn to a stunned Loki.
Tapping into the city's power supply, I try to recharge my energy as quickly as I can before sitting up, and pushing past the annoying man in my living room.
"Where are you going?" He calls out as I throw the door open to my room.
"There's an Infinity Stone still on Earth. Either the Black Order, or Thanos will be there. I'm going." I tell him as I drag a chest from under my bed.
"What?! Are you mad?!"
"Possibly..." I mutter to him as I throw the lid open.
Possibly? Try undeniably!
Yeah, I'm so not getting involved in this... dammit.
Inside the chest various knives, daggers, and even my bo-staff lie waiting to be used. Most of the metals are specifically designed for me by the Mad Titan himself. Smiling to myself at the comfort my weapons bring, I use my power to throw Loki out of the room and shut the door. After locking it, I begin to change, but not into one of the garbs I wore while my sister was still alive.
Instead, I slip on the suit HYDRA had made for me before I escaped. It's a navy catsuit that almost resembles Black Widow's own one. I zip it up to my neck then pull on black lace-up boots and my black fingerless gloves. I arm myself to the teeth with several small knives, four daggers (the two largest, from my time with HYDRA, rest on my thighs), and the bo-staff that extends into my favorite duel-bladed weapon.
Sealing the chest back up and returning it under my bed, I unlock and open the door to which Loki stumbles in. Apparently, leaning on the door was smart. A very, very, smart idea indeed.
He scoffs at my thoughts when he regains his composure. Though, I recall telling him not to read my mind anymore, I have more important things to do than to yell at him. Instead, I settle for an eye roll.
Looking me up and down as I place my long hair into a high ponytail, his mouth hangs open as he stares. I ignore the goosebumps that erupt under his gaze. Wow, do I need more male interaction or what? Mentally chastising myself, I clear my throat, bringing his attention back to me, or to my eyes.
"Please don't do anything destructive while I'm gone." I practically beg before teleporting away.
Chapter 4
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RWBY Recaps: Vol. 5 "Unforeseen Complications"
This is a re-posting from Oct. 28th, 2017 in an effort to get all my recaps fully on tumblr. Thanks!
This RWBY review had to be put on hold while I finished Stranger Things 2. In all honesty if you're reading this instead of watching the new season... please re-think your life choices.
For those of you who have binged properly you'll already know that though RWBY doesn't do holiday-themed episodes, they're still bringing in the Halloween spirit this week with the rather terrifying title "Unforeseen Complications." We open on Blake, Sun, Kali, and a pacing Ghira, wearing his tiny reading glasses that everyone was gushing over when the promo picture first dropped. Luckily we haven't lost the adorable cat Dad (yet), but things aren't looking good, especially when he's given this much screen time in a show that just loves breaking up happy families. Ghira is prepping a speech in regards to Adam's recent power-play and the only thing that eases the tension is a warm, family hug.
And Sun's awkward fourth-wheeling. Honestly, that was funny about ten episodes ago. For a side character that's been thrust into one of the main cast's storyline, Sun sure hasn't justified his place there yet. He's done little in the way of really assisting Blake in her work and the injury that worried everyone last Volume was explained away this very episode, amounting to nothing. The guy either needs something to do or finally needs to clear out--which, I should add, Blake wanted him to do weeks ago.
Sun aside, Ghira remains a favorite among fans for his sweet nature, fair views, and unending support of his daughter. His speech here, laying out Adam's rogue faction in the White Fang and his involvement in the Fall of Beacon, isn't anything that the viewer didn't already know about. In fact, the scene is a little confusing if you don't catch that Blake's story is apparently taking place a month behind everyone else's. There's no overt indication of this using text on screen and given that we're following so many characters, there's no easy way to imply an ellipsis, let alone that we're jumping around a suddenly non-linear timeline. I had originally taken Ghira's warning that Adam intends to kill Sienna as an indicator that news of her death hadn't reached the island yet. However, it was pointed out to me later that Ghira mentions Haven opening in two months time whereas Ozpin, later in the episode, says that school starts up in a month. I'm not sure why RT has chosen this form--or why they've made it so convoluted--but I'm trusting that it will somehow benefit the overall structure of the Volume.
Ghira's call to assist the humans in Haven certainly doesn't get an outcry of support from the crowd, but he's entirely undermined when Ilia (dramatically) throws off her cloak and reveals herself, shouting that they should never help the humans when they've done nothing but harm the faunus in turn. Sun tries to grab her (he fails) but the damage is already done. As we see through the camera focusing on our two creepy fox brothers, Adam's splinter faction has wormed its way in deep. We know thanks to Ilia's scroll that Adam not only plans to attack Haven but take out their CTT tower as well. RWBY is chock-full of themes surrounding communication (or the lack thereof) and literally taking out the kingdoms' one way of contacting one another is highly reflective of that. Combine that with Iliaâs few words sowing so much discord. Divide them and theyâll fall, and all that.Â
The real action of the episode though is with Team RNJR. After a full two weeks we finally get to see the gang's reaction to Professor Ozpin's return and oh boy, it did not disappoint.
Ruby: "Isn't it weird?"
She's so excited about this! Qrow reminds the kids that this is strange for everyone involved, including the boy you're hounding, so they sheepishly give Oscar some space. He admits that he's a little nervous because he's never met real huntsmen and huntresses before, which is a wonderful callback to Ruby's excited, "Can I have your autograph?" to Glynda in Episode One. She's come far enough now that she's the one people look up to with awe. There's also perhaps a bit of rosegarden here, but that's obviously a ship that can only happen if Ozpin gets a body of his own.
We then (bless) finally get some actual information regarding this Oscar-Ozpin situation. Oscar shows everyone his "parlor trick" where, with a flash of green aura, gold eyes, and white hair, Ozpin takes control of his body, making everyone emotional with a sincere, "It is so very good to see you again, students."
It's a remarkably light scene for all the revelations. Like I've been noting in all these recaps, Ozpin admits how pleased he is that Ruby and the others can retain their sense of humor in the face of confusing and traumatizing circumstances. We get another callback as Ozpin apologizes, saying that he wasn't exaggerating when he once told Ruby he'd made more mistakes than any man, woman, or child. We learn that he has been âcursedâ by the gods for failing to stop Salem centuries ago. For thousands of years Ozpin has lived, died, and reincarnated in the body of a "like-minded soul," though there's still no explanation of what exactly constitutes "like-mindedâ in this scenario.Â
Jaune: "So who... what are you?"
Ouch. Though not an entirely unwarranted question when youâre suddenly dealing with the impossible. Ozpin says that he is the "combination of countless men" who have spent their lives trying to protect Remnant. The implication that he only reincarnates as a man aside (seems like a missed opportunity there), this seems like a pretty firm confirmation of the merging theory. The person we know as Ozpin might not entirely erase Oscar, but it certainly sounds like they won't remain completely separate people for forever. Indeed, Ozpin says straight out that at some point, "eventually," they'll âmergeâ and become the new Ozpin, a man who retains the memories of all his past lives. Itâs all still horrendously murky, but honestly, if Oscar doesn't have at least a little bit of a freak out over this I'll be sorely disappointed.
We still don't know who or what Ozpin was originally. Was he just a man who took on too much, cursed by the gods for his failure or arrogance? Was he the wizard, one of the few capable of wielding magic in Remnant, thus making his survival (and the curse to ensure as much) a necessity? Ozpin isn't saying just yet. After assigning Qrow to find them more huntsmen he turns his sights on Team RNJR, telling them that they'll need to get into "fighting shape" before they can face Salem.
There is nothing that I don't love about this scene. Bringing back Ruby's lack of skill in hand-to-hand after Yang's character short spent so much time emphasizing it? Check. Implying that we'll finally unlock Jaune's semblance this Volume? Check. Ozpin confirming that outside the confines of his headmaster persona he's a happy, dramatic showoff?
Triple check.
All poor Oscar asked is that Ozpin not do anything embarrassing while he has control of their body and what does this man do? Act extra as fuck of course, performing a backflip onto the chair and spinning his cane far, far longer than he needs to. Nora is the only one unimpressed by this display, but I personally can't wait to see Ozpin training the kids. It should be especially interesting given his sudden loss of control--Oscar coming back unexpectedly and losing his balance, toppling them off the chair. Training is hard enough. Training while you're stuck in the body of a weak, undisciplined child... that's something else entirely.
The end of our episode takes us back to Weiss, still guarded by Raven's bandits. It's a moment of psychological torture, with her captor taunting Weiss with her own weapon and demonstrating that the one tool she has, information, is severely outdated. Ironwood has recalled all his troops from Mistral, including Winter. She's not around now to save her little sisâ like Weiss had hoped.
Which is hilarious, because in no world does Weiss Schnee need saving. Our last shot is of the miniature knight she's made out of a tiny glyph and her confident smile. Can't wait to see what she's planning to do with that.
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I was incredibly nervous during the later half of Ghira's speech where he's just going, "We have ALL this INCRIMINATING evidence on this ONE SCROLL that I'm going to WAVE AROUND out here in the OPEN where anyone could EASILY STEAL or DESTROY IT..."
The faunus press all using their scrolls instead of cameras or old-fashioned pen and paper. It's a small but enjoyable bit of world-building.
The voice acting for Ozpin as Oscar was incredibly well done. Jury's still out on whether the echo is just a byproduct of his control or is somehow more meaningful. One theory currently says it's used whenever Ozpin says something that references all of his past lives, not just his last two.
Qrow immediately gets Ozpin coffee. Or hot chocolate. Whatever it is. He might be in the body of a 14yo, but you know as soon as he has control he needs a mug in his hands.
... Qrow then breaks the table and the mug. Hello, semblance. I'm looking forward to seeing more of that as the Volume goes on. Does the bad luck get worse the longer Qrow stays in one place? Is that why he's so eager to leave and recruit more huntsmen? What exactly are the rules here? No one has laid them out and (like silver eyes...) no one seems very interested.Â
Oscar upon learning that he'll be training too: "Wait, what?"
And you've gotta love Nora. She went from thinking over how she could bribe her powerful, dignified headmaster ("No wait, he has a school") to flouncing about and calling him their "little cute boy Ozpin." I really hope she ignores his request and keeps calling him that indefinitely. It's very amusing.
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Do you know that thing where people say if you ignore a guy they'll notice you more? Do you think you could do a prompt of someone telling Amy that and she attempts it on Sonic, only to take it too far and have Sonic go in a downward spiral of longing?
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Iâm gonna have way too much fun with this one.
Prompt:
âSo⌠thatâs it?â
Amy pulled her sweater down from the hands that were in itâs pockets, her eyes sharp as the sheer cold around them.
Sonic looked up to her, but his eyes showed a silent regret.
She pursed her lips, holding back tears before turning away from him, letting some breath go to attempt to release the tension that held in her chest.
She looked to the blanketed sky above her, longing for more, but hoping for less.
âI seeâŚ.â she tried to kick the ground but ended up stomping on it a few times, unable to hold her true emotions back.
Finally, her face creased and she couldnât keep her eyes open anymore. âDarn it!â she turned back to him, throwing her hands out in a clear mature tantrum. âYou cantâ just push me away like this! What about the others?! Tails, Knuckles⌠even Cream!â she gestured behind her, before kicking at last some spraying snow up to just reach his knees as he looked away.
He held his head low but there was no sign of shame.
She continued to breath hard, before her body swung side to side and she dipped lower and lower to the ground before gripping her head and springing back up again.
âSonic-!!!âŚ. I love you!â
He closed his eyes as she watched the air from his nose steam out like a backwards pipe.
âAmy⌠if what Eggman said was true⌠then I donât have much time.â he turned back to her, his eyes fixated on the mission at hand.
Sheâll have to wait for a better explanation.
âSo thatâs it?! Take on the whole world and leave your friends behind, is that it?! Run away and only come back on weekends!?â She gestured out to nowhere, but clearly meant the world, though it seemed to not want to be involved in this loverâs quarrel.
âThis isnât about just me, Amy!â He finally got emotion, at least, somewhat. With justified rage, he swung his arm out, cutting her time to speak off and starting his ownâŚ
âI have to hunt down Eggman. If heâs planning what he said he is, then I donât want any of you involved!â
âYou still think weâre not good enough on our own? Somehow⌠weâre still weak and fragile to you.. arenât we?â she held in a small, cold choke inside her throat.
Sonic could see her swallowing.
It gave him some confidence that he was winning.
âIâm sorry, Amy⌠but I care too much about your safety. Everyone stays.â he stated this as if it was final.
ââŚEveryone⌠gets left behind.â
That cut deeper into Sonicâs heart than she may ever know.
He saw her suddenly look up, soak in the melting snow to calm her heated face, and looked back.
He let his shoulders rest, tightening his fist.
âYou act like itâs over.â
There was a sudden gust in the chilling windâŚ
Her eyes remained cold⌠but still glossy from her tears she withheld.
ââŚAre you going to stare at me forever?â he started to turn away, not waiting for a response.
He knew if she spoke, sheâd regret whatever last words sheâd say.
But they wouldnât be her last.
Not yet.
âSonic!â
He looked behind his shoulder, still remaining strong.
Still remaining a hero.
There eyes locked for what seemed to the both of them.. an eternity of confessing love at last sight.
ââŚIâll always be waiting for you⌠I wonât turn around. I wonât look away⌠Iâll stand right here⌠until I canât see an inch of you in the snow.â
There was something strong and powerfully enduring in those words.
Sonicâs eyes scanned hers one last time, taking in every word they secretly, though loudly bore.
His own eyes softened, his mouth opened to reveal some heavy breathes, before he forced himself to look awayâŚ
And never returned.
ââ-
Amy waited on some tables, taking notes and skating off into the back room to dodge other waitresses rollerblading around.
âTwo more, Joe.â she happily dinged the bell before a woman scooted over with a wireless, brick like phone.
âItâs your brother, dear.â she smacked her gum in her mouth and skated away with her hands still up as if carrying two phones.
Amy watched before wondering what she meant, and took the phone up to her ear.
âHello?â
âHeh, brother? Again, thrilled to be your emergency contact, but brother?â
âYouâve always been my little bro, Tails.â Amy smiled, happy to hear his sarcasm hadnât faded.
âI know youâre working, but youâve gotta come see this.â
âIs it really important? Last time you said that, the planeâs ânewâ engine almost exploded.â she snickered.
âAlmost.â Tails reminded her, âSlight miscalculation on fuel gauges. Rookie mistake.â
âAt this stage, you shouldnât be calling yourself a rookie!â Amy teased, leaning against the wall and fiddling with her gloves, pulling them up a little to pinch at the space it created for her now ducked fingers.
âAmyâŚ. Itâs-â
Amy had already raced down the street, her coat flying over her waitress uniform and skates thrown onto the streetâs pavement.
âAbout Sonic.â
Charging into an emergency room, the team was already gathered.
Cream was attending what looked to be a wearied Sonic, bruised up and aged considerably.
âHe came in and collapsed like that. Saying he needed to see us all again.â Tails mournfully spoke, taking his engineering hat down that a train station had offered him.
He agreed to work there, only because getting a license at flying was over way too easily.
Aced every exam.
Knuckles was refined, as usual. Hands on his now slender hips and his chest widened with exercise and proper eating habits.
The Chaos on Angel Island would miss him soon⌠including RougeâŚ
Cream had on her school uniform, but tenderly dipped his cloth back into the cool water with both hands, then reached on her tippi-toes to lay it across his forehead.
Any slowly moved closer.
Like a high definition movie⌠she noticed every change, every slight feature that had grown into this beautiful man.
His breaths were shallow⌠but each one clung at her heart.
âHe wanted to see usâŚâ Tails continued, but seemed to repeat himself out of worry.
ââŚAll?â Amy breathed out at last, holding her hands back, wanting to reach out and feel if he was real.
His spines⌠theyâve created a deeper shade of blue that matched more of the heavenâs skyline.
Would they still feel the same? Or were they smoother? Softer to the touch? Or harder than before because of all the fighting?
Non-stop fighting⌠only the universal radio would spark to life with any such news of his daring fleets or heroic actions against Eggman deciding to stay on the move and not stick around one spot for too long.
Of course, wherever Eggman went, Sonic followed, trailing after him as devotedly as Amy once did for him.
OnceâŚ
Had he changed at all since then?
Her mind wrapped around the memory as if suffocating her into a soft blanket of warm tears, before releasing her into the frigged air of that awful morning.
Suddenly, his eyes flickered.
She stepped back in a light gasp, her eyes scanned the whites and then a deep⌠piercing green.
ââŚI have to go.â
Why was she suddenly running?
âAmy..?â
Tails turned to watch her go, before Knuckles shook his head.
âSheâs seen enough.â
âWhat do you mean?â Tails turned back to him, a perfect distraction for her to make her escape.
But why?
Resentment.
After so many years of painfully waiting for him⌠her love had iced over to bitterness. Cold enough to sting you at first touch.
She came to check on him.
Nothing more.
Cream almost ran out after her, âMiss Amy!â she cried before her hands shot back to her chest and held each other as if making sure her own heart didnât break.
âA..â Sonic started to come too.
âAmyâŚ?â
ââ-
Head held low, she shoved her hands back in her coat pockets. Black pavement of pebbled roads suddenly were the most fascinating things to her.
She couldnât get the helplessness of how he laid there in what only could be interpreted as a painful agony⌠before she was relieved at the memory of him waking up.
âHeâd be okay. Heâs back now. But Iâm sure he wonât stay long.â Her heart told her so many times to quit it. To stop being a baby about it.
But she couldnât help the slight snowfall in her heart. As if that day never heated over into spring.
Remained winter.
Remained frozen in her mind.
A gust of wind made her stop and cover herself, before she knew the second she opened her eyes, and withdrew her hands, she would see him again.
âHello.â
It sounded charming enough.
âArenât you gonna say something back?â
She conceded to the darkness, agreeing with it to stay and keep her eyes shut.
She moved to the side, and started to walk on. Feeling her way with the tap of her feet to be sure of their placement, she began to slowly make her way passed the voice.
ââŚH-huh?â
Puzzlement.
Maybe he would get bored and leave her a-
âHey! You! With the silence only a mother could love.â he tried to kid, and she could hear his feet pacing after her.
No.
Donât tease me.
No more games.
ââŚAmy?â
She opened her eyes and looked down at the dirty ground that shifted immediately to concrete.
Stepping up the side walk, she lowered her arms and promised herself to advance.
She suddenly heard the footsteps pause and come to a striding halt⌠which gave her confidence to speed walk faster.
âAmy.â
It was too tender. To pleading for her to stop her dumb act.
He must of known how much she longed to see him again.
ââŚI thought you said youâd never look away.â
Then it hit her.
She was a woman of her word⌠after all.
Her head shot up and immediately, she obeyed her heartâs true desire.
She turned around, but didnât look at him.
Slowly, she strained herself to let go of her stubbornness and pride⌠and almost darn near melted at the sight of his spring eyes on hers.
It was like he always lived in spring.
Like his eyes⌠never experienced winter before.
âArenât you surprised to see me?â He moved his arms out and tipped a toe up, inviting her into what he knew she wanted.
She was firmly held solid to the ground. As if figurative iced had latched her spirit and wouldnât allow her to move.
She breathed⌠and that was all.
Almost awestruck by his perfect features, flawless smile, and even those enchanting eyesâŚ
With the sudden flight of worry in them, she noticed him lower his hands and straighten himself out.
ââŚ.You still mad about what happened?â He concluded, and the word âmadâ didnât sit right with her in that sentence.
No. She wasnât mad.
Bitter.
âI have to go to work.â she stated, as if making up an excuse could help her any.
She couldnât move.
His face suddenly sang a thousand sorrows.
ââŚOh.â he tilted his eyes down.
She suddenly felt her heart leap out of her throat, âHowâd you get those⌠wounds.â it came out like a gushing waterfall.
She thought she had frosted over everything.
Guess his eyes melted her streams⌠just slightly.
His eyebrows leaped up as he suddenly rose his head, and smirked.
She was letting him win again⌠and for some reasonâŚ
That annoyed her.
She looked away, jutting an arm out to swing and hit her side as if scolding herself.
âI just care too much.â she told herself.
âYeah, a pretty gruesome fight.â he looked himself over, âCan you believe this is the handiwork of five Metal Sonics?â he grinned and looked back at Amy.
That same smile⌠it was like his whole face was the sun, and she was allowing herself to be basked in itâs raysâŚ
She was melting.
And she could feel her hard ground suddenly smoothing out.
As frozen seeds started to crack open their shells.
âThatâs terrible.â she spoke out quickly, and with a jagged second wind, she pivoted and started rushing down the sidewalk in a hurried step of paced footwork.
âI have to go.â
âAmy?â
âGoodbye!â she suddenly dashed, surprising Sonic as he reached out for her.
âWait!â
âIâm done with that!â she hollered out, as tears started to stream down her face, her heartâs memory locked on better times, but her brain trapped in endless snow fall.
A blizzard suddenly.
Her sorrow turned to even greater resistance.
âJust leave me alone!â
She felt the slightly brush of a hand that had moved at lightning speeds to stop her, but with her sudden last breath, it had frozen as quickly as her memory upon that snowy day so many years agoâŚ
â-
She waited on more tables.
Suzy Q handed her a tray and pointed to a table where the tip of a solid black cowboy hat was peeking the back of it over the station.
Amy nodded, moving her head a little more to see who the stranger was, before skating over to give him his hamburger and fries.
The figure was deeply covered in black, and some faint blueâŚ
âWill that be all, sir?â she setted the table with more napkins and dusted herself off, taking the empty ketchup bottle and removing a fresh one from her apronâs pockets and placing it down in itâs place.
âYeah.â the voice coughed a moment, âHow about a milkshake?â
âWhat kind?â She smiled, sweet as usual.
ââŚGot anything you like?â his hat tilted just slightly, but only a paige muzzle was seen.
His smile caught her attention, but she shook it off with a shake of her head. âYeah. My favorites have to be plain vanilla or strawberry. Oh! Thereâs a nice chief in the back. He makes me a vanilla one with whole strawberries dipped in it! Hehe~ I know that sounds silly,⌠you canât slurp up whole strawberries, but I love it all the same! I pick them out as I go, using a fork or spoon to hassle them out and straight into my mouth! Haha!â she had been nominated as Employee of the Month for selling a menu item like that.
She had a way of charming even the grumpiest of men into one of her favorite dishes.
ââŚ.â The stranger seemed to pause, taking her personality in before nodding his head and dipping his hat down. âIâll take that then.â
Something was off in his voice. It was like he was purposefully trying to grumble.
She nodded, not judging a book by itâs cover.
After all, they tipped the best!
âSure thing, sir! Right away! And donât you wait one more minute for a refill on fries either! Itâs on me~â she kicked her leg up and winked, before attempting to fly off towards the kitchen.
The stranger was stillâŚ
He suddenly pulled a hand to his chest and she noticed it slide up to his face, covering his eyesâŚ
ââŚSir?â
âIâm fine.â he coughed again, this time, into his mouth. âIâll take your milkshake.â
She tilted her head in concern, but she moved nevertheless for him.
Returning back, she placed the milkshake down, skiding to a halt and putting her hands on her waist in triumphant.
âBefore the fries got cold!â she cheered herself, as the man had his hands up together, and for a moment, was using them to lean forward over his food on.
âTake a seat then.â he gestured in front of him.
Amy made a puzzled look, and looked at the chair.
âPardon?â
âPardoned. Now⌠sit.â he gestured again.
âOh, but Iâm not really allowed to-â she hugged the tray under her arm, holding it as though a shield, and feeling an odd vibe around this guy.
She waved her hand out before he sated once again, pounding his fist to the table slightly, âSit.â
She did so, almost immediately, before her cheeks puffed up at letting him scare her.
âHey! Iâm not one to bully around, sir!â she glared, before he leaned foward on his joined, intertwined hands again.
âYou seem like a nice girl.â he suddenly stated, making Amy grow nervous with some slight chilly sweat coming down her face.
âLet me ask you something.â
âIâd rather you not.â she muttered, lowering her head and placing her tray down on her lap.
He flicked his hat slightly, but still no sign of a face.
âWhy arenât you married yet? A sweet miss like yourself.â
ââŚYou arenât coughing anymore.â
Startled, the figure suddenly leaned back and coughed into his hand.
âSomethingâs not right about you.â Amy narrowed her eyes, squinting before leaning forward.
âYouâre clearly not from around hereâŚâ she played the western very well, and pretended to be holding him down with her men on standby, a wild west sheriffâs roughnecked daughter.
She suddenly embodied it, and kicked her feet up on the side of the table.
This caught the man off guard⌠as her pink leg covered his field of vision.
âIÂ âaught to string you up for even daring to ask a woman about her past.â she put her hands behind her back, taunting him and getting herself ruffled out of being scared of him.
âWhatâs all that for? You crushing or something?â
ââŚHeh.â he ducked his head down, as if amazed by her guts.
âYouâre fearless, arenât you?â he grinned, and suddenly his voice rang a bell.
She broke her character⌠and slowly lowered her feet down and removed her relaxed hands.
He laughed into his hand, trying to hide it, but couldnât.
It was signature.
It was spring.
âOnly if you promise to tighten the knot, darlinâ.â he suddenly lifted his head up, showing off those flower fields he hid so well in his eyes, and winked.
âHello Amy.â
She was floored.
Spiraling out of that chair so fast, she was suddenly hooked by a hand and shot back down in the seat.
âWhatâs the rush? Tips on me!â
âL-let me go!â
She struggled in his lap, his hand keeping her still as he reached over her flailing body and took a fry, popping it in his mouth.
âEmm~ Missed your cooking though. Tell me, howâd you end up a waiter?â
She continued to try and reach back and remove his hand from her dressâs white collar.
One wrong move⌠and uniform would be the only thing left onâŚ
âOhhh..! Sonic!â
âActing didnât work out for ya?â
âSir.â
As Sonic winked to her, he suddenly was unimpressed at the interuption and looked up at the man addressing him.
He was big and burly.
âThatâs my star girl youâve got your cruddy mitts on, sir.â He was looming with a large stature that could frighten a bear.
Sonic looked unphased. âYouâre girl?â he looked almost offended, but confused.
âI thought this was Sonicâs girl.â
Amyâs whole being suddenly stopped struggling.
She stared up at him.
âYeah right. Like heâd ever have the guts to show his spineless face around here! After dumping her in that frostbitten park for so many years. Staring out on a blanket of nothinâ but old, lost dreams! If he ever comes back, sheâs sure to let him have a piece of her mind!â He wagged a threatening finger before reaching out and gripping Amy, helping her up and out from across his lap and patting her back, whispering tenderly as he coaxed him behind his back.
âYou okay, lovely?â
Amy was gripping her head, it was mostly pure shock. Not horror.
She looked over at him again.
He stared at her, a new, profound longing in his eyes.
âI wonât ask you, mister. You should already know. Get out!â the man threw an arm out to slash a finger through the air and shoot his pointed finger straight to the door.
Sonic looked at itâŚ
But then got up and looked to eye to eye with the man.
âYou must be the chief.â
He threw off the hat, and took off the black cloak. âI hear youâre awful sweet.â
âSonic! Donât!â
âWhy you-!â
âNo oneâs taking Amy from me, pal!â
Sonic jumped up, springy as though still in his youth, but much more skilled now than before.
He leaped with a hand ruffling the manâs head over him as his head dipped almost to pound itself into Sonicâs butt-dent on the cushioned seat.
Sonic saluted a farewell behind him, cocky as ever. âNice talkinâ to ya.â he threw out a handful of rings. âKeep the change.â
âGRRRRAHHHH!â the man rose up, lifting the table with him.
âGruff, no!â Amy stepped out in front of Sonic, and he winked to the man as if he knew she would.
The man contemplated her sudden movement, before looking and squinting more at Sonic. âW-what..?â
Sonic strung an arm around Amy, and stuck his tongue out at the man before using his free hand to pull down the lower bit of his eye.
âNwot. Ywours.â he crudely stated, having his words slur due to his tongue sticking out.
He swiped her up into his arms and bolted out, âSmell ya later!â
âLong time no see, Amy! You sure pick good company.â
He set her down, adjusting his gloves in the warm park that once held a painful memory to her.
âWhooo! Iâm stuffed! Sorry you couldnât enjoy your milkshake though.â
He was facing away from her as she stared at her forbidden passion. Standing in the exact same place every morning⌠where he had left her.
Months⌠years⌠what did it matter.
She was always here.
It was like her ghost moved on without her body knowing it.
She was always at this park⌠every day.
ââŚ.I guess you recognize it⌠huh?â He turned to look back at her, before his shyness was too noticeable to him and he shook his hands out, not wanting to fiddle with his gloves anymore.
âAmy⌠Tails told me a lot about what happened.â
Amy remained staring⌠at the same spot he once disappeared from.
âKnuckles said it was best to give you time. You know⌠not be awesome all at once.â
She closed her eyes.
ââŚOkay, Iâm not the best at conversation anymore. That comes with being alone for the past⌠pfft, what? Five years?â
âEight.â Amy corrected. âEight yearsâŚ.â
Sonic held himself in suspense.
ââŚEight?â he tried to count.
ââŚHave I really missed that many birthdays?â
âYouâve been missed⌠Iâm not sure about your end.â she held the ice that once again emerged from her heart out and letting it spread up her body to her throat, then out her mouth.
â⌠ Youâve been waiting that long⌠huh.â he looked embarrassed, rubbing the back of his head and fidgeting on his feet.
ââŚLook, you may hate me, but⌠I never forgot what you said. About⌠well, you konw.â he looked away.
âWaiting?â
He folded his arms. âNo⌠although that was pretty moving. Heh.â he smiled, remembering something fond before shaking his head, keeping a distant. âNah, not that⌠something more important⌠You were always moving, Amy.â
âŚAmy⌠How he was saying her name.
Itâs like heâd rehearsed this a thousand times.
âI..â he looked down, kicking the ground, before growing skittish and looking away, holding the sides of his elbows but trying to play it off as a casual fold-of-your-arms look. âI guess I never stopped thinking about it, you know? You growing up.. changing.. how you saw that moment. Especially now, too. I never said I wouldnât come back.â
âYou also never said if you would.â
He suddenly looked back at her.
â..Amy, youâre making this incredibly difficult.â
She swallowed hard.
âGood.â
He rose his head.
âNow you know what it was like.â she started to walk off. âHow the view looksâŚâ
His eyes rose and traced her figure down the pathâŚ
The scene trusted a blanket of white⌠powders of snow suddenly twirled around her and spread throughout the park in her wake.
She softly, with the grace of a turning eagle, moved her arms out and stood a few, long ways away from him.
âDo you remember⌠that you never looked back.â
His eyes were absolutely saturated in her colors.
Against the white of his vision, he could see her back in that coat, her soft pink crying with the wind carrying the tears away for him.
Never would he allow himself to step away from taking those tears off himself.
âIâm sorry.â he stifled himself. âI never meant to hurt you.â
She lowered her hands, her face full of numbness.
âWhat did you mean to do then.â
ââŚTry.â Now a strange new feature of his face took hold of all his natural beauty.
His eyes bent and absolute emotion portrayed on his face.
In that shameful breath, came a thousand nights of thoughts that floated around the stars at night. All spelling her name. Drawing her sweet smile. Mimicking her glowing faceâŚ
âI had to try and save the world, Amy. One last time.â Sonic stepped forward. âBut I darn near didnât⌠and it was because of what you said. I couldnât leave it be. When I finally did move on, I suffered in thinking about all of you.â
He advanced more, as Amyâs snow-filled valley sunk deep in her heart.
The soft ground.. sprung some greenâŚ
âI ran to your window in the deepest of nights, staring in and making sure you were alright. Some days I watched from a distance to see you lose your first job. The moment you cried when your garden died.â
Her eyes suddenly welled up with water, as trees began to motion themselves upright and dust off the frost that had preserved them for so many years.
All around her⌠he was creating spring again.
âI almost leaped out to âIâm here!â when you watched that scary movie in your living room all by yourself. And when you walked in the night to check on that stray flicky when it cried out for itâs family. And stood by itâs side till his family returned. I couldnât always run back. It was painful to watch you remaining so strong. I never knew you came here in the mornings though. I had to race back, each and every night, to get away from the guilt and longing of telling you. Of admitting that fighting Eggman, saving the world, and protecting you wasnât enough.â
He had advanced so much towards her, that already she was filled with rushing warm waterfalls, fields of flowers, and greenery that revealed the life still inside her.
Face to face, he held back his breath to simple take in the moment of being close to her again.
She was crying.
âIâve been here, Amy. Iâve watched Tails, Cream, and even Knuckles when heâs stupid enough to think that Chaos are messing with him while he sleeps.â He gestured a hand out that made Amy giggle, before she covered her mouth and couldnât help but cry harder.
ââŚAmy⌠Iâm sorry I never told you sooner. Maybe it would have made the waiting harder⌠maybe it would have made it easier on me⌠but either way.â
He reached a hand up, wiping the tear he had longed to do himself for over a decade.
ââŚI want to be here.. to take care of you now, Amy.â
The tilt of his head, the gentle touch, all of winter had passed into a bright, beautiful spring morning.
Amy gently curled her fingers down, staring at the only man sheâd ever loved, and watching as his face bent down to hers.
A gentle breeze of spring.
It almost sounded like-
I love you.
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