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patriciasage · 4 years ago

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Dawn Patrol

Author: Patricia_Sage

Fandom: The Adventure Zone - Balance

Summary:

Magnus blushes and he looks at Taako with stars in his eyes. He looks at Taako the way Barry probably looks at Lup. And Barry realizes how fucking stupid he’s been.

[a Stolen Century story - Barry thinks Magnus is flirting with Lup. He's wrong.]

posted in full under the break but you can find me on A03!!

Barry Bluejeans has a crush on Lup the moment he sees her on his first day with the I.P.R.E., but he falls completely and permanently in love with her around Cycle 10.

He speaks the mongoose language with her and Taako like they’re a secret club, and her soft, mischievous smile makes his heart flutter. Barry and Lup combine their expertise of science and arcana, respectively, staying up late into the night drawing diagrams on the Starblaster’s wall. She tells him about her childhood, about how she views the world. She’s vulgar, bold, impulsive, but also incredibly soft and sweet. She remembers what he likes and doesn't like to eat. They play fetch together in Puppy Town and that’s the first time Barry imagines her as his wife. He tells his brain to slow the fuck down; they’ve only known each other for a decade.

When Taako dies for his first time in Cycle 12, Lup prefers to spend nights with Barry in his lab, curled up in his desk chair. Barry gladly provides his company and cozy blankets to her in solace, and she barely leaves his side that year. It’s nice to spend so much time with her, but it also hurts him to see her so sad and trying so hard to hide it. When Taako materializes next to her on the deck as they speed away from another consumed world, she hugs her twin for at least two full minutes, and Barry resolves to do his best to protect her…and protect her heart.

Barry thinks he might have a chance. After all, they are a crew of seven, and one of them is her brother. He figures that Lup might want him, even if it’s just for a night (and although he wants more with her, so much more, he would take anything she offers). But it seems he’s not the only one carrying a flame for Lup.

Magnus Burnsides is a huge, handsome, kind young man who has never half-assed anything in his life. So, when he begins to flirt with Lup it’s pretty obvious. He’s constantly showing off, doing ridiculous and dangerous things to impress her. He attempts to learn more about elf culture and magic, talking animatedly to Lup and Taako while they cook supper. He’s courteous, charming, and brave in ways that Barry could never mold himself.

Magnus also notices how Taako’s death affected his sister, and he seems to make the same resolution as Barry. From that day forward, Magnus always has Taako’s back, even going so far as to put himself in danger to protect the wizard. In Cycle 16, Taako is retrieving the Light of Creation and sets off a trap. Before Barry can even react, Magnus leaps forward and pushes the elf out of the way. Magnus is impaled by six spears. When the fighter appears on the Starblaster with his signature black eye months later, Taako punches him hard in the arm. “Don’t do that again, you big idiot!” There's a stone in Barry's stomach as Lup kisses Magnus on the cheek and quietly thanks him.

Compared to Magnus, Barry feels small and boring and incapable.

It’s not even possible to hate Magnus, though, because he’s so damn hospitable. Instead, Barry resigns himself to the fact that Lup will likely choose the fighter over him. He enjoys her company, tries to keep everyone out of trouble, and finds contentment in this seemingly endless time with his new family.

The Beach World on Cycle 21 is a welcome reprieve. They find the light very early and everyone just relaxes for once. Even Merle enjoys himself as he recovers in the med bay; the others visit him often and begrudgingly help him work on his book of poetry. Davenport practices self-care, Lucretia gets lost in her art, and Taako learns how to surf. But things aren’t too leisurely because Magnus decides he’s going to “train” them to be ready for surprise attacks.

Barry is sitting on the beach next to Lup one hot morning. She’s lying on her back on their beach blanket with a large, floppy hat covering her eyes. She’s resting her arms under her head, telling Barry about a festival her aunt took her to when she was a kid. Barry is trying very hard not to be completely distracted by the sight of her armpit hair, her stylish bathing suit, and her beautiful, brown skin shining in the sun. Barry, in contrast, is sitting under a huge umbrella, wearing a white T-shirt, jean shorts, and a thick layer of sunscreen.

Suddenly, a huge shadow covers the sun and a loud voice shouts, “Magnus!”

Barry yelps and drops his glass of lemonade on the blanket. Magnus sinks to his knees in the sand so he’s eye-to-eye with the scientist. “You gotta be ready, Bluejeans. Anywhere, anytime.” He smiles over Barry’s shoulder. “I didn’t get you at all, did I?”

Lup has lifted up her hat a little to look at them, but her relaxed position is unchanged, unbothered. She smirks, “You’re going to have to do better than that, Burnsides.”

Magnus winks. “Challenge accepted.” Barry feels like a jellyfish blob on the sand between them.

And then Magnus takes off his shirt.

It takes all of Barry’s self-control not to throw himself into the ocean and let himself drown. Magnus has these ridiculous broad shoulders, an even patch of hair across his chest, and his stomach protrudes over his waistband only slightly in that sexy way. His skin is browned and freckled from long days in the sun and his ridiculous biceps flex as he throws his shirt on the blanket next to them. Barry, in contrast, is a pale potato of a man.

He’s ready to get up and leave them to their flirting when Magnus speaks up. “Well, see ya later!”

Magnus hands Barry his now empty lemonade glass and then stands up, brushing sand off of his hairy legs. He sprints across the beach until he’s met with the resistance of the water, making a huge splash. “Hey! Taako!”

Caught up in conversation with Lup, Barry had forgotten about the wizard. Taako is sitting on his surfboard, floating on large but gentle waves about thirty feet away from shore. He’s retying his long blonde hair up into a messy bun. “Hey, big guy. What’s crackin?”

“Just doing some training, you know?”

“Yeah, you got Barry good.”

“How’s surfing today?”

“It’s going off. I’ve only been in the soup a few times but that was early in the morning. Dawn patrol, am I right?”

Magnus laughs. “Yeah, for sure.” Taako has been almost creating his own language at this point.

Beside Barry, Lup snorts. “What the fuck does that even mean?” she says. “Magnus shouldn’t encourage him like that but, eh, you know how he is with Taako.”

“How he –” Barry looks back over at the fighter and it’s like a crisp breath of air enters his lungs. Magnus has sat himself on the sand with his feet in the water. He rests his chin on his hand and watches Taako prepare to carve another wave. Magnus cheers when the wizard stands on the board and laughs when Taako falls into the water. Taako’s long hair is out of its bounds again, cascading over his bare, dark shoulders. As he climbs onto his surfboard, he flips Magnus off. Magnus blushes.

Magnus blushes and he looks at Taako with stars in his eyes. He looks at Taako the way Barry probably looks at Lup. And Barry realizes how fucking stupid he’s been.

Magnus hasn’t been flirting with Lup. Barry has only seen him flirt when they’re both with Lup and Lup is with Taako. And Barry was so immersed in his own insecurity that he didn’t stop to actually observe what was going on around him. Some scientist he is.

At the end of the day, Barry watches Magnus offer to carry Taako’s surfboard back to the cabin. Taako, forever dramatic, convinces Magnus to carry him back as well. It doesn’t take much convincing. Barry looks at Magnus’s pleased and flustered expression with Taako latched onto his back, complaining, and Barry internally ridicules himself for being so dense.

A few days later, Barry asks Taako to teach him to swim. They work on it every morning for a few weeks. It’s brutal in the beginning – Barry flounders whenever he tries to go horizontal and Taako has a tendency to point and laugh rather than help. But they both get better at it and soon they have an amicable and productive routine. Barry goes from indiscriminately splashing to a solid doggy paddle to an almost front crawl. And Taako claps and coos at him like a proud mother.

On the last day of their morning swimming lessons, Barry thanks him and gets up the courage to have an honest discussion. “There have been times where I haven’t been able to hang out with everybody because y’all go swimming and there are times where there’s people I, like, you know, want to hang out with and I just haven’t been able to do it and that’s not a good look and it makes me look like a big nerd and I um… It’s just that— I just, like— I don’t know. It’s… Never mind, it’s stupid. Thanks for teaching me how to swim.”

“Who are you afraid of looking silly in front of?” Taako asks. They’re both standing waist-deep in the water and Barry tries to make his anxiety dissolve. Taako’s approval means the absolute world in this situation.

“I look up to Lup a lot…” he admits.

And Taako is graciously chill. He places his hand on the scientists’ shoulder comfortingly and speaks with rare seriousness. “Barry, you’re locked in and this wave’s crashing all around you, my man, and I— I don’t begrudge you anything. You know, we’ve lost a lot, uh, and there’s a lot more we might lose...but the one thing we do have is the thing that people in love rarely ever have enough of – and it’s time.” This is a side to Taako that he doesn’t show often, someone genuine and wise and openly affectionate.

The wizard’s words echo in his head often – “You got all the time in the world, my man.”

Barry is feeling relieved and grateful as he walks from the beach that day with his sunhat on. Lup will tease him about his sunburn but it will be worth it to be able to swim with her. As he reaches the part of the beach where sand transforms into foliage, something stops him in his trek – the sight of a hulking figure sitting on a rock. It’s Magnus. “Is this another training thing?” Barry asks cautiously as he approaches.

Magnus doesn’t look up. He seems dejected. “No, it’s not. I’m just thinking.”

“Um,” Barry fidgets with the string on his swim trunks. “You alright? What’s going on?”

“I dunno, you tell me, Barry!” Magnus says, gesticulating with his large hands. “What’s going on with these morning swimming sessions?”

Magnus looks disappointed and self-conscious; a combination Barry is very familiar with. He has to remind himself to close his mouth.

Magnus Burnsides is jealous of Barry Bluejeans.

Barry begins to laugh. This just makes Magnus’s cheeks turn red and his eyebrows furrow even more. “Fine, okay, you don’t need to –”

“No, no,” Barry interrupts, approaching the fighter. He places his hand on Magnus’s huge bicep. “Magnus, I don’t know how to - … Okay. You don’t need to worry about me.”

“I’m not worried. You’re a good guy. It’s fine. I just thought that maybe…” Magnus shakes his head, and his expression clears. “I asked him if he could teach me to surf and he said he was too busy teaching you to swim so I guess I was just disappointed because I really wanted to…learn how to surf.”

“Magnus. Taako doesn’t want to…swim with me. And I only asked Taako to teach me because I wanted to swim with Lup.” Magnus looks up at him with hopeful dark eyes. “I really want to swim with Lup. I think I want to swim with Lup for the rest of my life.” Barry chuckles. “For a long time, I thought you wanted to swim with Lup!”

Magnus lets out a startled laugh of his own. “No, I… I want to, uh, swim with Taako. But I’m not sure he wants to swim with me.”

“Well, he doesn’t want to swim with old Barry, that’s for sure.” Barry shrugs. “I can ask Lup, maybe? She’ll know.”

Magnus stands up from the rock. His shoulders are relaxed now. “No, it’s okay. I think he needs more time. I’ll ask him myself one day.”

The Beach World is a gift they didn’t know they needed. They grow closer as a family. Lucretia commemorates it through portraiture. Lup and Taako continue to be firecrackers, burning bright, loud, and dangerous. And Barry and Magnus continue to stare with stars in their eyes.

Merle, Lucretia, and Davenport make bets.

In Cycle 25, Merle wins.

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jungshookz · 5 years ago

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ahhhHHHHHHHHH ANIMAL WHISPERER!TAE WHERE U HAVE A CAT THAT LIKES TO ESCAPE AND ONE DAY U CATCH TAE JUST CAUSALLY TALKING TO UR CAT AND UR LIKE ??????? BUT HES CUTE SO U LET IT SLIDE

🐱pairing; kim taehyung x reader

🐱genre; animalwhisperer!taehyung, cATS!!!, i don’t really know what genre this falls under but there’s a cute kitty involved sO fluff??

🐱wordcount; 3.7k

🐱what to expect; “you have the highest quality cat food sitting right in front of you and you haven’t even given it a lick.” “mew.”

🐱note; i had to scroll so far down to find this message aLso this is proof that no matter how long ago u sent in a request i a) have it written down because i cheRISH every request sent in and b) will probably get to it someday!! i thought this was a cute idea and i just wanted to write something silly so i hope it is at least somewhat entertaining!! also i’m not too sure what the original source of the gif is but i found it off this page :-)

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

“meatball! meat-“ you pause immediately when you realise you must look like a crazy person shouting ‘meatball’ up and down the block

you clear your throat when you notice someone a block and a bit ahead turn back to look at you

you turn to look over your shoulder before giving the stranger a shrug and an expression that hopefully translates to ‘i, too, have no idea what’s happening’ and not ‘i was the one screaming meatball because i’m INSANE’

the friendly smile drops from your face when the person turns back and you let out a little huff

where the friG is your cat

here is a quick history of how meatball rolled into your life (heh)

in your first year of university there was this event that took place during finals season

and you usually aren’t an event person just because you hate the idea of having to talk to other people and having to function like a normal human being

but this - well, you had never been to an event like this before

it was basically where little kittens were going to be brought in from adoption shelters and people would be able to play around with them as a form of relaxation and a de-stressor from the chaos of exams

your parents neVer let you keep a pet as a child and now that you were on your own you had to seize the opportunity to finally play with some kitties!!!

“hey hey-“ jungkook (he’s this guy that lives on your floor and he thought youR room was his room but luckily you cleared that up) ((also he won’t leave you alone so you guys are friends now?? apparenTly)) nudges your side and you turn to look at him

there are like six cats on him??????

there’s literally one trying to get on top of his head

“i’m drowning in-“

“if you say what i think you’re about to say, i’m going to kick your aSS-“

jungkook rolls his eyes playfully and you turn back to return your attention to the little kitty you were playing with

this one was the smallest one out of the whole group anD he’s the only brown one!!

and in your opinion he’s the cuTEst one

he’s a british shorthair kitten and he’s basically a tiny ball of FLUFF

if you had to describe the particular shade of brown then you’d have to say he’s kind of like a mix between dark and milk chocolate

anyways you’ve been playing around with him for the past 20 minutes (he likes swatting at your hand and nipping at your fingers) and you never thought you’d say this but you feel like you were meant to find this cat

or maybe it’s the stress from exams that’s making you think you have some kind of spiritual connection with a tiny kitten

either way you.,,. you feel like you.,.,. want to adopt this cat.,,

…and based on the thought that you and this cat were meant to find each other, the next thing you knew you were signing adoption papers and buying waY too many supplies for him

luckiLY pets are allowed in the dorms as long as they’re smol and not stinky and not going to disturb anyone

you got in a teensy (a lot) of trouble with your parents when you called them and told them that ‘yeah exams were fine and also i adopted a little kitten and i made this friend but he’s kind of weird so i’m not sure if i’m going to keep being friends with him-‘

your mom was piSSED but your dad couldn’t have cared less as long as the kitten didn’t disrupt your studies

so yeah

you got to keep the cat!

you also got to keep jungkook because he would come over every day just to play with the kitten

at first you wanted to be funny and give it human name

kevin

steven

maybe even albert

because you thought it’d be hilarious if someone asked you ‘so do you live alone?’ and you’d respond with ‘no i live with kevin’ and theN when they find out that kevin is a cat it’d be a hoOT

but then you thought about it for a little while longer and a little harder and you realised that it wasn’t going to make you seem funny

it was going to make you seem… lame

like veRy lame

so then you switched over to the generic cutesy names that only a 9 year old would be able to come up with

bean

cocoa

mocha

peanut

cinnamon

thinking about it now you were probably super hungry when you were in the midst of coming up with a name

what else did you come up with

buttons

mr. meow

mr. bean

killer

gus!

(gus was definitely at the top of the list because he kind of resembled the tubby little mouse from cinderella)

“are you enjoying dinner…. walnut?” you’ve been testing out names for the past fifteen minutes but so far nothing’s been sticking

“mew.”

“yeah, i don’t like that one either.” you mutter and scratch out the name on your notepad “…kitty?”

oh coMe on

F- for creativity AND F- for effort

no-name blinks up at you and you raise a hand in defense “don’t look at me like that. i’m desperate here!”

also

you’re sitting on the floor eating your dinner because you thought it’d make the kitty more comfortable

he actually hasn’t touched his food at all

he’s kind of just been poking at it with his nose but maybe he’s just not used to this brand of cat food?

you twirl some spaghetti around your fork slowly while keeping an eye on him

…

ok he’s still not making a move to eat anything

“you have the highest quality cat food sitting right in front of you and you haven’t even given it a lick.” your brows furrow in frustration and you drop your fork with a clank

“c’mon, look at that. yummy!” you reach over to push the bowl closer to him

“mew.”

you watch as he hops over his bowl before lifting a front leg and pawing at one of the meatballs on your plate

it rolls towards you and you stop it with your fork

“hey, that’s not for you.” you shake your head and nudge him away gently

luckily he’s pretty small so it doesn’t take you much effort to push him away

you keep holding your hand out as a barrier to keep him from getting to your plate as you use your fork to split up one of your meatballs

“mew.”

and then you notice how intensely he watches you as you bring the chunk of meat up to your mouth

you pause right as it touches your lips and his little tongue pokes out

you swing the fork side to side and watch as his eyes ping-pong back and forth

huh

“you are a very strange kitty.” you mutter under your breath as you watch him practically inhaling his cat food

after a loT of effort (and a lot of hand washing) you managed to shape his wet food into tiny little blobs that somewhat resemble meatballs

and once you presented that to him he immediately started to scarf it down as if he was starving

“little meatballs for a little meatball.” you snort as you pick at your dinner

and then you perk up

heY

how about meatball??

“hey, meatball-“

“mew.” he responds to that name almost immediately and tilts his head before licking his lips

well

there you go!

meatball is kind of a cute name

“…unbelievable that you rejected gus but you like meatball.”

anyways

that was almost three years ago which is crazy to think about

meatball has now grown into a chonky young man (his new year’s resolution is to drop a couple pounds) and he is 100% your bestest friend in the entire world

when he was younger he was a little more playful and a loT more out of control

he would scratch up your curtains and your couch and would hop up onto the kitchen counter while you were cooking which was verY dangerous

he would cry in the middle of the night for hours on end and he wouldn’t stop until you came out into the living room to sleep right next to his cage

when your friends came over he would hiss at them (jungkook still has a little scar on his cheek from that time he tried to kiss meatball and ended up getting swiPed at)

but now he’s a little gentleman!!!

and in some ways he acts like he’s the man of the house and his main purpose is to protect you even though you’ve tried to explain multiple times that the toaster is a friend and not an enemy

when you leave for classes he’ll make himself comfortable on the window sill and just chill there until you come back

when you’re cooking dinner he still hops up onto the counter but instead of coming near the stove he just lays down at the end and watches you

when you’re doing work he likes to sit on your lap and watch your fingers fly across the keyboard

and when you’re lying in bed he curls up on the pillow right next to you even though his perfectly good bed is waiting for him at the other side of the room

when you went through your first breakup you were a mess for the whole week in which you just couldn’t stop crying but the one thing you remember about that was that meatball did not leave your side for one second

he even insisted on chilling in the bathroom while you showered which you thought was kind of weird but he would scratch at the doors if you didn’t let him in lolz

but the one thing he hasn’t outgrown?

the fact that he escapes the apartment at least three times a week

somehow he figured out how to push the latch on the window?? and then he just hops out onto the fire escape?? and he’ll disappear for several hours?? and then he’ll come back and act like everything is fine??

the first time he did that you FREAKED out because you thought he was gone forever

you were in the middle of putting up ‘missing cat’ posters around the neighbourhood when you felt something swat at your ankle

and when you looked down

there he was

“where have you beEN????” you bend down to swOop meatball up and he mews before leaning forward to lick your nose

and after the first time you swore you would never let it happen again

but then it happened again

and again

and here you are

three years later

and it’s happening again

but this time it’s a little different

usually when he disappears he comes back within the same day

but he disappeared last night and now it’s the late afternoon of the neXt day and he still hasn’t come back

you left the window wide open overnight and you placed a dish of his favourite treats on the window sill which honestly was not a great idea because you attracted a lot of creepy crawlies that were certainly noT meatball

when you woke up this morning you saw a RAT poking at the food and you nearly had a heart attack because you thought it was going to jump into the apartment

luckily you spooked it off when you let out an ear-piercing scream that probably woke up the entire building

“do you think i should file a missing person report?” you let out a sigh as you slowly make your way down the block

you have your phone sandwiched in between your ear and your shoulder as you dig through your backpack to pull out meatball’s favourite squeaky mouse toy

“i think the cops would laugh at you if you filed a missing person report for your pet cat.” jungkook snorts in response

“but he’s been gone for like, a whole day!” you give the mouse two squeaks before pausing and taking a look around

nope

no sign of meatball

“i’m sure he’ll show up eventually like he always does. son of a- c’mon, man, we’re on the same team!!!!”

you caught jungkook at a bad time because he’s in the middle of a video game session but he stiLL picked up the phone because he thinks of himself as a good friend

which he is!

in fact you guys have never had any difficulties

…well

except that one time you guys got into a mini argument over something silly which then snowballed into a bigger fight (and to be honest you’re still not entirely sure what he was upset about but you feLt like you had done/said something wrong?? but you never asked him what it was?? because you didn’t want to upset him even further???) which then led to like three months of awkward tension and every time you talked to him it seemed like everything you said would offend him so you eventually just messaged him less and less and you were kind of bummed about it because it felt like he was distancing himself and that he didn’t want to be friends with you anymore and you had no idea how to make things go back to the way they were

but eventually you got over yourselves and made up and everything is FINE now

ahem

…what were you talking about again?

“but what if he doesn’t? …oh, god. what if he’s dead? the coyotes got to him. oh my god.”

“…i’m not even going to try and play along with tha-“

“oh my god, he’s here!” you nearly scream in excitement when you see meatball sitting at the front steps of the apartment building with a stranger “someone found him- i’ll call you back, kook-“

you hang up and shove your phone into your pocket before picking up the pace

“thank god, there you are!” you drop to your knees as soon as you get to the steps and usuaLLy meatball will happily pounce onto your lap but instead he hops up onto the stranger’s lap

okay

FINE

be like dat

>:-(

“thank you so much- “ you look over at the stranger and your eyes widen a little bit

woW

his hair is red

like RED red

but you know what

you are not one to judge

after all, you named your cat meatball

but if you look past the horrifically red hair

…he kinda cute

and then you realise you’ve been staring at his face for a suspiciously long period of time so you quickly snap yourself out of it

“where did you find him??” you reach over to pet the top of meatball’s head while the stranger continues to stroke down his back all the way to his tail

“he was actually on my fire escape. i have a cat too - her name is pearl - and i guess your little friend here has a crush!”

“oh, is that why you’ve been disappearing so much lately?” you coo gently and reach over to boop meatball’s nose

he purrs gently and his ear twitches

“thank you, by the way. for finding him-“

“i couldn’t have done it without him!” the stranger laughs lightly and scratches behind meatball’s ears

your brows knit together in confusion for a split second “what do you mean by that?”

“well, i asked him where he lived and he told me he lived here. he wasn’t sure which floor so i thought it’d be best if we just waited outside for you. i’m taehyung, by the way. you can also call me tae if you’d like. i’m a pet psychic and meatball here is quite the chatterbox!”

…

wha-

what did he just-

what?????

you didn’t catch his name because you’re stiLL processing what he just said to you

he asked meatball, your cat, where he lived.,,. and meatball, your cat, told him that he lived in the building???

and he’s like.,,. an animal whisperer?? or something??

what did he say his name was?

he’s cray?

…he sure is

no sane person would dye their hair elmo red and no sane person would talk about an animal as if they could communicate to humans

after a couple seconds of silence you immediately burst into laughter and you end up startling both meatball and elmo

“good one!” you wheeze and wipe a single tear from your eye “yeah, that was a good one. meatball toLD you that he lived in this building-“ you interrupt yourself when you burst into giggles again but you trail off slowly when you realise that you’re the only one laughing and that meatball and taehyung are both staring at you blankly

taehyung looks down at meatball and meatball looks back up at him before meowing

he immediately stifles a laugh before clearing his throat

wait a minute

what was that interaction

did meatball just talk smACK about you

“what was so funny??” you raise a brow and give meatball a little glare

“meatball apologised to me on your behalf.” taehyung scoops meatball up and hands him over to you

you take him gently and cradle him in your arms before leaning down to give the top of his head a little welcome back kiss

“apologised for wha-“

“for being a moron.”

your mouth immediately drops in offence and taehyung raises his hands in defence “his words, not mine!” he laughs lightly as he gets up from the steps and dusts the back of his jeans off

“how do you expect me to believe you? i could just as easily say i’m some kind of animal whisperer-“

“-pet psychic-“

“-and claim that i have the ability to communicate with meatball, too!” you lift meatball up so that you’re looking at him dead in the eyes “meatball, do you wanna take a nap or do you wanna get a snack?”

“mew.”

“and that means he wants to get a snack.” you huff smartly and neaRly miss the sight of taehyung rolling his eyes

he’s used to this mockery

usually people are meaner about it but uh

you’re just being an idiOT about it

(but like,,.,. in an oddly endearing kind of way.,,.,.)

“actually, he just wants to snuggle right now.” tae shrugs and your heart immediately melts in your chest

“…you do?” you look down at meatball and he leans up to lick your nose

:’)

“by the way, i don’t think i got your name?” taehyung holds the door open for you and you give a little nod to say thanks before stepping in

“oh, sorry about that! completely slipped my mind. i’m y/n.” you smile lightly and stick your hand out a little underneath meatball’s butt to shake taehyung’s hand

the two of you step onto the elevator “tenth floor, please.”

taehyung hits the button for the fifth floor and the tenth floor

wow

meatball really travelled down five fire escapes to get to his lady friend

he refuses to move when he’s lying on top of the remote for the TV but he’ll travel five flights of stairs

“so, y/n, we should probably get together for dinner sometime soon.” taehyung keeps his gaze forward as the elevator doors slide close

your eyes widen in surprise and you feel your cheeks heat up a little “wha- i’m sorry?”

“you know, for the cats.”

oh right

you forgot that taehyung was literally craZY

you snort and let out a little chuckle “for a second i thought you were asking me out to dinner, not my cat-“

“well, why not? we can have dinner in the living room while the cats get to know each other out on the balcony-“

“wait, you’re telling me we’re giving up the balcony to our cats?!” you gasp before shaking your head “aLSO what makes you think i’d wanna have dinner with you anyway??”

“cats have the ability to smell our pheromones, did you know that?” the elevator dings on the fifth floor and the doors slide open

“yeah, sure, but what does that have to do with anything?” you scoff as taehyung steps off

he turns around and you definitely don’t miss the way his eyes scan over you

,.,.ok but like that’s hot

you will nevER admit that watching him do that made your heart skip a beat

“it means that you don’t have to tell me that you want to have dinner with me, because your cat just told me that on your behalf.”

“mew.”

help me help you make your wishes come tru (aka send me a request)

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chain-unchained · 4 years ago

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December 12 - Part 4

Guys this part is ridiculously long and I am so sorry. I never meant to drag this out for this long and I just wanted to get it done. It’s important to the plot but I will be glad to get back to soft fluff. Anyway, hope you can enjoy this long ass read!

The spirits must have been on their side that day, for the impact of the Slime didn’t kill them outright. There was time to cut them free, and then he could hopefully use a warp totem to get them all out before the mine came crashing down upon their heads.

‘Just stay calm. You’ve trained with Marlon, you can do this.’

He held his sword aloft before him, then dashed in and cleaved the slime in two. Thus divided, it split into two smaller but still large slimes—Sam and Abigail were trapped in one, Sebastian in the other.

From the split also came several much smaller blobs, which eagerly latched onto Ashe’s legs in their fervent attempts to hug him. The more he cut the big one, the more smaller ones popped out and clung to him. In seconds, he had dozens of them weighing down his limbs; he couldn’t even move.

“No, please—let go!” He was begging, desperate, and he didn’t care. “Please!!!”

His friends were just one cut away from freedom, and they were just out of his reach. The quaking was unbelievable, and with the weight of the little slimes on his body he lost his balance and fell to his hands and knees.

And then came forth dozens of monsters from deeper within the mine; it was seconds that felt like minutes later that he was deafened by the sound of the ceiling and walls collapsing from where the monsters had fled.

A piece of the rocky walls dislodged and struck him on the back, knocking him flat down to the earth and pinning him there. The wind was knocked from his lungs, and his sword tumbled from his grip.

‘Is this it?’

It was impossible to get his breath back. The rock on his back crushed his chest more each time he tried. The larger slimes carrying his friends danced in a panic just out of his reach as more chunks of the walls and ceiling came crashing down around them.

‘I really just got us all killed by slimes... It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have ever brought them here with me.’ His head drooped, his cheek resting against the uncomfortably warm earth. For a brief moment, he could smell the forest. ‘I’m sorry guys… I’m sorry Shane... I'm sorry Mom… and Grandpa… Am I… gonna be reincarnated as a slime…?’

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The world had gone dark, but now was swimming back into view. A clinical white ceiling greeted Ashe as he forced his heavy eyes open; his eyelids felt bruised. Actually, his entire body felt like it was just one massive bruise.

‘I’m… at the clinic?’

Gingerly, he sat up and looked around. The other beds in the recovery room bore Sebastian, Sam, and Abigail—all breathing. All alive. He sighed, relieved.

“…and that’s how I found them. Just like that.”

He heard Marlon speaking beyond the curtain dividers, and could faintly make out his silhouette along with Maru’s through them. They both spoke in hushed voices; Marlon was as composed and calm as ever, while Maru seemed to be borderline panicking.

“Thank Yoba that you did!” She wrung her hands anxiously. “Of course this happens on the one day Harvey’s not here.”

“Strange, that. He’s not one to leave town.”

“I know. But there’s a seminar being held in Zuzu City that he said he couldn’t miss.” The wringing intensified. “This is a worst-case scenario.”

“Were their injuries that severe?”

“No, somehow—bumps, cuts, scrapes, bruises, and Sebastian managed to break his foot. But I’m not—I’m only an assistant. I’m not qualified to administer any aid without Harvey present.”

“A bit late to worry about that now. Besides, you seemed to know what you were doing to me.”

“I mean—I have a basic understanding of first aid, but like I said, I’m not allowed to perform it without Harvey being here.”

Ashe’s shoulders slumped as he looked down at his lap. He’d gotten so many people involved in this mess. Gotten his friends hurt, and almost killed. Put Maru at risk of losing her job.

The curtains abruptly were tugged open, and he jumped a little.

“Oh—you’re awake!” Maru sounded relieved, though still anxious. “Thank Yoba. How do you feel?”

“Uh—f-fine,” he fibbed with a meek smile, “just fine.”

He looked to Marlon, and the smile faded. The old swordsman’s face was as stoic as it ever was, but he could see the disappointment in his eyes.

“Never thought you’d lose to a slime, of all things. I suppose there’s a first time for everything, though.”

Ouch. That stung.

Across from his bed, Sebastian began to stir, and Maru quickly rushed to her half-brother’s side. “Sebastian…?”

“Ugh…” He groaned and lightly pushed her face away. “Give me a little space, would you?”

“Oh, Sebastian!”

Without warning she flung her arms around him in a tight hug. “I was so scared! I thought you were going to die!”

“Fuck’s sake—why does everyone try to choke me—” He tried in vain to pry her off of him. “Why the hell do you care, anyway?”

“What do you mean, why do I care?!” She pulled back, an angry expression on her tearful face. “You’re my big brother, of course I’m going to care about what happens to you!”

A flicker of guilt flashed across Sebastian’s face, and he looked away. “… Half brother.”

“Oh my Y—like that matters! Geez! You could at least apologize for scaring me and mom half to death!”

“I didn’t ask you to worry ab—” He stopped mid sentence. “You told mom?”

“Well, yeah!” She curled into herself a bit. “I kinda panicked and… maybe called Jodi too. And Caroline.”

“Yoba damnit,” he rubbed his forehead, “it’s not Mom’s business what I do. It’s not any of our mom’s business.”

Maru poked her fingers together. “I know. Look, I’m sorry, but I just—panicked, like I said. Harvey’s not here, and I didn’t know what to do. Besides, they were going to find out eventually, and they’d be even more upset then.”

“Shit, our moms are gonna finish the job for the slimes.” Sam had been awake for a minute at that point, just lying there listening to things play out as he came to.

Same for Abigail, who pushed herself to sit. “Well, fat lot of good putting fake names in the logbook did,” she said in a deadpan voice. “It’s been nice knowing you guys. Any second now they’re going to come bursting in through the door.”

“Er, actually… they’re in the waiting room.”

“Great.” She looked to Sebastian and Sam. “Might as well get it over with.”

Looking somewhat apologetic, Maru stepped out to fetch their mothers. There was a heavy air hanging in the room. It was awful.

“… How did you know we were in trouble?” Ashe asked of Marlon, who was still standing off to the side.

“Rasmodius reached out to me. Apparently the Junimos asked him to help you, and he in turn asked me.”

To say it was surprising was an understatement. Ashe didn’t think that the little spirits cared all that much for him, especially not since he hadn’t done much to fulfill their requests yet—

Once again the curtains were yanked abruptly open. There stood Robin, and Jodi, and Caroline, all wearing the look of mother bears on the rampage in search of their cubs. Terrifying didn’t even begin to describe the aura radiating from them.

“What were you thinking—”

“You nearly got yourselves killed—”

“How many times have I told you how dangerous those mines are—”

Their voices all overlapped in their attempts to admonish their children. There was no doubt that they were relieved to see them alive and well—the fact that they were so incensed was proof of that.

The heavy ball of guilt weighing down Ashe’s stomach compelled him to speak above them. “It’s not their fault.” In that instant, all their heads snapped to look at him instead of their children, and memories of such reprimands by his own mother flashed in his minds’ eye. “It’s mine,” he continued, somehow managing to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat. “I’m the one who brought them into the mines with me.”

“Wh—it is not your fault, Ashe,” Sam insisted emphatically.

Sebastian nodded. “We’re the ones who asked to come along.”

“And I’m the one who got us into that situation,” added Abigail. “You told us that it was dangerous.”

There was a long moment of silence—awkward, heavy, painful silence. It was broken by the sound of Harvey all but skidding into the recovery room, looking mightily disheveled and thoroughly winded.

“Dr. Harvey!” Maru was relieved, and quickly sought shelter behind him.

“Ladies—” Hastily he attempted to straighten his lopsided tie and glasses, “I understand that you are concerned for their wellbeing, but I cannot allow you to stress my patients out. Much less before I’ve been able to examine them myself.”

“How can you expect us to be calm about all of this?” Robin gestured angrily towards her son, who was lying there with a look that begged to be put out of his misery. “We’ve told them countless times how dangerous those mines are, and they still went in!”

Harvey chose his words carefully. “With all due respect… they may be your children, but they are no longer children. At some point, you have to allow them to make their own decisions. Even if they still live under your roof. If you don’t, then they will be pressured into doing things like this behind your back.” He cleared his throat. “Now, please. I need to be able to examine them myself. Maru, could you bring them back to the waiting room?”

His tone left no room for arguments, and they reluctantly followed Maru out of the recovery area and back to reception. The four in the beds were stunned.

“Uh… Thanks for sticking up for us like that,” Sam said as the doctor pulled his wheely stool over to Sebastian’s bed.

“Hm? Oh, there’s no need to thank me for that. I only did what I felt was in your best interests as my patients.” With a faint smile curling up the ends of his mustache Harvey started to examine Sebastian. “I only got a little bit of the story over the phone with Maru—what exactly happened?”

Ashe swallowed guiltily, and began to recount the misadventure to him before the others could. Harvey just listened and nodded his head, moving from examining Sebastian to setting his broken foot in a cast. For a mercy, it was a brief summary. “… and Marlon brought us here,” he finished in a soft voice, picking at the thin white blanket covering his legs. “That’s pretty much it.”

“Well,” Harvey scooted over to Sam, “we can thank Yoba that things weren’t any worse. They could very well have been.”

Ashe cast his eyes back down to his lap. “I’m sorry…”

“I didn’t say it to guilt you.” He smiled again. “Rather the opposite; there’s no need to dwell on what might have been. You’re all alive and safe now, and that’s what matters. That being said,” he swiveled around to Abigail’s bed, “it might be a good idea to stay out of the mines for the time being.”

“That won’t be an issue.” Marlon finally spoke again. “There was a massive collapse in the lower levels. Joja will want to close the mines to the public indefinitely.”

“Well there we go then.”

After a minute, it was Ashe’s turn, and he sullenly allowed Harvey to give him a thorough once-over. All he’d wanted was to fix up the community center; he didn’t want to put anyone in danger.

‘But that’s not really true. What I really wanted was something to distract myself from thinking.’ The community center was just a means to an end, an excuse. And maybe, just maybe… maybe he’d hoped something like this would have happened. Maybe he’d really hoped that one of these times he wouldn’t end up coming out of the mines.

As soon as that thought came into his mind, he physically shook it away, earning himself quite a look from Harvey. ‘That’s not true! Not even a little! I’m only thinking like this because I feel so guilty.’ He looked down at his hands resting on his lap. Abby had been right; he couldn’t keep carrying on like this. It was tearing him apart.

After a few more minutes, Harvey was satisfied that Sebastian’s broken foot was the most severe injury among the four. He still needed to set the man up with a pair of crutches and show him how to use them, but was content to let the rest filter out of the recovery area and towards reception.

“Ugh, I’m not looking forward to getting home…” Sam’s voice dripped with dread. “Even if Mom listens to what Harvey said, it’s still gonna be awkward as hell. She’s probably gonna want me to pay for my bill.”

Abigail’s face fell at the thought. “Ugh, tell me about it. And we didn’t even get to bring back anything from the mines so we don’t have anything we can sell.”

Well, there was something that Ashe could do to start repairing the damage he’d caused. With the both of them lulling behind him, he pushed the swinging doors to reception open.

The mothers’ heads popped up at the sound, and the conversation they’d been having ceased at once. There was a sort of muted look on each of their faces, and Caroline and Jodi rose to give their kids what was a much-needed hug.

“Harvey’s helping Sebastian with crutches,” Ashe said to Robin, who had gone a bit pale when she saw that her son was not among them. “And, um… I’d like to pay for everyone’s medical bills.”

Surprise flickered across the faces of everyone in the room. He could see that Sam and Abby were opening their mouths to protest his offer, and so he hastily added, “It’s the least I can do.”

“Honey, the thought is appreciated,” Caroline put her hand on his shoulder, “but the bills are already taken care of. Just please, be more careful next time.” She turned to her daughter. “Let’s go, Abigail. We have a lot we need to talk about…”

One by one Ashe watched his friends file out of the clinic with their mothers. He did his best to put on a smile and wave them off; after all, they were able to leave on their own two feet (well, Sebastian on one). That was worth smiling about, wasn’t it?

“Are you gonna be okay?” Maru asked as he turned to pay for his own bill. “To walk home, I mean.”

“Yeah,” he nodded, still managing to smile, “I’ll be fine—”

No sooner had the door swung closed behind Jodi did it swing back open. “Ashe?” panted Shane, his face red from exertion and the cold of the evening air. He was still in his Joja uniform, which was disheveled from his haste to get to the clinic from the mart.

“Shane?” Ashe’s eyes widened in surprise as he turned to face him. They only widened further as the man strode forward and folded him into a gentle hug.

“Thank fuck…” he whispered in between breaths. He was shaking. “Maru made it sound like you were on your deathbed.”

“Oh, er—” Behind the counter, Maru fidgeted guiltily. “Sorry.”

A new lump formed in Ashe’s throat, taking the place of his voice so he couldn’t speak. It hit him in that moment just how differently things could have turned out, and how happy he was to see Shane again.

“I-I…” His chin quivered, and tears began to well up in his eyes as he brought his arms up to squeeze Shane back. “I-I’m sorry…!”

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It was a slow walk back to the farm. Shane insisted on it, wanting Ashe to take it easy despite his insistence that he was just a little sore.

“Easy, easy does it,” the older man coaxed, helping Ashe up the front stairs—it was at that point that the pain really was catching up to him, and it showed. “I’ve got you.”

“Th-thanks…”

The stairs cleared, Shane held the door open for him. It was pleasantly warm inside the farmhouse, a welcome change from the bitter cold. Mr. Blue jumped over the back of the couch to greet them as they stepped inside, wending his way through both of their legs with audible purrs.

“I think he was worried about you.” Shane carefully nudged the orange cat out from around their feet so they could make it over to the couch. “Where do you keep your medicine and shit?”

With a wince Ashe let himself be lowered onto the cushions, the pain easing up just a touch when he did. “Uh… in the kitchen. Top left drawer next to the sink.”

“Okay. Sit tight.”

Ashe watched him root around in the drawer. “What are you looking for?”

“What do you think, dweeb? I’m looking for pain killers.” Shane looked at him. “You’re hurting pretty good, and don’t even try to deny it.” His fingers closed around what he was looking for, and he brought two small tablets back to Ashe along with a glass of water. “Here.”

“Oh, uh—thank you…” Ashe popped them into his mouth and took a sip of the water to help them down. “… I, um… I’m sorry.” He mumbled into the glass.

“You already said that, you know. Three times. On the way here.” Shane sighed and shook his head. “Seriously, what am I gonna do with you?”

“… I don’t know.” Setting the glass on the end table to his left, Ashe tugged his knees up against his chest and buried his face into them.

After a moment, Shane took the cushion next to him. “Ashe, what’s really going on here?” He asked. “There’s obviously something bothering you and making you not act like yourself.”

Silence. Then, “I miss her…”

“Your mom?” He wrapped an arm around Ashe’s shoulders as the farmer gave a tiny nod of his head. “I had a feeling. Do you want to talk about it?”

“I-I do, b-but… I-I’m scared that it’s gonna mess up your recovery somehow…”

“Bud, that’s not—those two things have nothing to do with each other. Seriously. And even if they did,” he gave a gentle squeeze, mindful of Ashe’s soreness, “I’m in a place now where I can handle it. And that’s got a lot to do with you. I’m not gonna force you to talk about it if you really don’t want to, but I’m here for you. You can lean on me for this.”

More silence. “I don’t remember what that’s like…” He sniffled, trying his hardest not to start bawling again. “I-I was taking care of Mom for so long that I forgot how to rely on others.”

“She was sick, right?”

“Y-Yeah. Cancer. I ended up taking her place at Joja so she could stay on their insurance.” There was another pause as he drew a deep shuddering breath. “I-I didn’t even get to attend her funeral. My b-boss wouldn’t give me the day off for it. It was the worst way to start the year.”

“Wait, this happened on New Years? This year?”

Ashe nodded again. “I-I didn’t really… y’know, have a chance to process any of it. Work, work work. And then I remembered Grandpa’s envelope, and… I came here. It was nice, having so much to do and people to distract me from… everything. But I can’t ignore winter no matter how hard I try…”

His voice broke, and the tears that he’d been trying so hard to hold back burst forth. “I-It’s not fair! She was all I had! I was all she had! A-And I was working so much that I couldn’t even be there for her most of the time! I had to watch her waste away from a distance! And now Joja wants to take even more way from me! It’s not fair! It’s not fair!!!!”

The room became filled with his anguished sobs, and Shane gently pulled him into another hug. “It’s not, you’re right. It never is.”

For what felt like forever, Ashe cried. He cried out the feelings that he’d kept pent up over the year. And when he had no more tears left to shed, he rested against Shane, completely spent.

“Did that help at all?” Shane’s voice was low and soothing as he brushed the bangs from Ashe’s face.

“… I don’t know…”

“That’s fine. It takes time.” He held him close. “Look, if you feel like you need to cry, come and cry on me. Okay? Doesn’t matter when or where it is.”

It took a moment, but Ashe nodded. He wondered if this was what Shane felt like when he was looking out at those cliffs on that rainy day…

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ren-c-leyn · 5 years ago

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The Hero’s Guardian

Hello, hello, another fusion story for you guys. I don’t think I’m actually making a whole lot of progress in cleaning out my drafts, as I add just as many new and amazing prompts as I use (sometimes more) but I’m having fun trying.

This one is made up of this prompt by @p-r-o-m-p-t-s, this prompt by @write-it-motherfuckers, this prompt by @soprompt, these 1,2 by @humdrummoloch, these 1,2,3,4,5,6 by @thependragonwritersguild, this prompt by @scandy-inspo, these 1,2,3,4 by @givethispromptatry, and finally, this prompt by @promptslair.

A similar premise to my other short story, Flowers for the Hero Maker, but I love the trapped, immortal guardian trope every since I played final fantasy 2, at least I think it was number two with the guy and the word labyrinth. *shrugs*

There is quite a bit more swearing than what is normally found in my short stories. Some mention of injuries, and one fight scene. Nothing gory, though.

A boy with orange eyes crossed my path, and the world began to change. Not just mine, but the entire thing. It was so long ago, such a different time. I don’t even recall much of it, only the reassured smile on his face and the hard lesson that came after: Choices evaporate in the presence of fate.

It was a harsh one that came from my elder sisters. I remember they were all doing their own tasks, mixing medicines and making things. It was... so beautiful to watch. It seemed almost like magic. How silly, how naive, but it brought me happiness. I remember, the day after I told them about the boy with orange eyes, I just opened my mouth and said what had been on my mind for years.

“I want to be like you when I grow up!”

“… No, sweetheart.” My sisters glanced at each other before turning back to me. “What we do is not important. You will be important.”

“You’re important to me.”

“And thank the gods everyday for you. You will be better than us.”

I didn’t understand, couldn’t understand. What was more important than them? Than the smiling faces they made? Than the people they mended? The priestess told me. The priestess told me many things, including my fate... a fate she used magic to bind me to.

Before a statue of the orange-eyed boy, she made me swear an oath I couldn’t comprehend. She made a child swear away their life, and I did it because my sisters smiled and nodded. I swore to guard the Forest of Fate... for all of eternity. Oaths mean something around here, even for those who don’t understand what they mean.

I was blinded by the white light. Everyone was blinded by the white light. The white light that gave and stole everything from me.... The light that bound me to this forest, for the rest of time.

Several heroes later, and it was just another day, another chosen one. Only, this one was not particularly promising....

I looked up and down his scrawny frame, the old sword in it’s tattered scabbard, the soft hands, and smirk, and all I felt was simmering annoyance.

Fate was doing this on purpose, the ass.

“So, guardian, what’s my trial? The grand fight before I get my legendary weapon to slay the wizard with as my destiny demands?”

“Your destiny?” I threw my head back and laughed. “You don’t seem to know how Fate works. Should you fail, he’ll replace you. He always does.”

The young man frowned, his dark brown brows furrowing as he straightened himself.

“I won’t fail.”

My laughter ceased. He said the words with such conviction I almost wanted to believe him. Almost. But I knew better.

“We shall see,” I said, pulling my eldest sister’s jewelry box from my pouch, “for your first trial lies within this.”

He tilted his head, like a confused pup.

“What monster fits in such a tiny box?”

I undid the latch, allowing the slime to bounce out of the box. The young man’s confused expression turned to offence.

“A slime? They’re weak enough children can beat them!”

“We shall see.”

I snapped my fingers and the deceptively quick blob of green ooze flew at him, hitting him squarely in the abdomen. No defensive skills, noted. He slashed at it with all of the grace of a drunken horse. No sword training, noted. He then attempted to chase it down as it rolled around the circle. Average speed, noted. By the time he succeeded in defeating my trusted friend, he was winded and displayed nothing remarkable aside from his tenacity. A bonus, I suppose.

“You are not worthy.”

“I am chosen! Of course I’m worthy!”

“It simply means you have more potential to be worthy than the average citizen.” Fate only fucking knows why. “But as of this moment, you are incapable of wielding the weapons and magics I guard. You are far more likely to hurt yourself or innocents.”

“How can you be so sure?” he pressed.

“Do keep in mind that I was here before you, and will be here long after you’re gone. I have seen many come and many go. I know what happens when the unproven attempt to handle what I guard, and like it or not, you’re one of them. Become a man of consequence, and we’ll have this conversation again.”

He huffed.

“And how do I do that?”

I gestured to the forest.

“There’s plenty of monsters to train with. All as, if not more, ancient as myself and just as dedicated to fucking up chosen ones as I am to guarding the place.”

He paused at that.

“But... if it’s full of monsters, what are you guarding this place from?”

“People, mostly, sometimes evil deitys, but that’s really none of your concern. Now either go train, or relinquish your title. I may have eternity, but I assume the normal people you’re tasked with saving do not.”

He frowned as he scrubbed the slime off his face with a handkerchief.

“Where do you suggest I start?”

“The clearing to the west. Stay away from the lake and the mountainous areas. Oh, and if you see a cave, avoid that too.”

“Fine. I’ll be back.”

And then he stormed off.

About three days later, while I was going through my daily training, the bushes began to rattle. I prepared myself for battle, watching them closely. Only, instead of raiders or servants of the god of destruction, the skinny guy from earlier crawled out and collapsed onto the stones, breathing hard.

There was a long moment of silence before I sighed and continued going through my stances and strikes.

“Why are there so many scratches on your face?”

“There was a weird cat with like... five tails, and they had spikes on them....”

“So you decided to challenge it. Smart.”

He sat up, glaring at me.

“You don’t have to be so gods’ damned sarcastic about it! I didn’t know what the fuck it was! And you haven’t been a whole lot of help....”

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“You can thank Fate for that. He decided to deal the creatures here strange cards so adventurers wouldn’t, and I quote, ;get bored’. He also forbid me from teaching chosen ones about the monsters here.”

He stared at me like a kicked puppy.

“But... but why would...? That doesn’t make sense.”

“Welcome to my world. Though, I suspect it may have more to do with training them to discern weaknesses and tactics of enemies for themselves, in case something unpredictable happens.”

He mulled it over for a second before nodding.

“That does make a lot more sense than the boredom thing.... But what’s the point of choosing people if they’re allowed to just die here in the middle of some forest?”

I paused at that, movements and all. I couldn’t help but think back to that day, the day I was led to this place and made my oath.

“I’m not sure there is much of a point.”

He tilted his head at that, but I did not elaborate as I swung my blade with more force than what was needed.

I’m not sure when he left, hours or minutes ago, but it mattered little. I spent the night, and the next few days alone again. He came back eventually, covered in scabs, bruises, dirt, various bloods, and leaves.

“... There is a stream.”

“I know, This is just what I collected between here and there....”

I shook my head, laughing lightly.

“The forest feels threatened. That is a good sign.”

“It is?!” he asked, brown eyes lighting up in hope.

“It is,” I said with a nod, “but you’re still not ready.”

He sighed, shoulders drooping.

“Well... at least I’m making progress?”

“You are,” I agreed, continuing my training.

“So... I’ve been wondering something, since well, even before we met. How did you become the guardian of this place?”

I didn’t answer, choosing to focus on my breathing and my movements.

“I mean, everyone says you were a human once, and not a divine creature.... So, what happened?”

I sighed, lowering the blade as I looked over at him.

“Once upon a time, I was a plucky, young kid going about my day, then shit happened and now we’re here.”

“Touching story,” he replied with a flat sarcasm that probably matched what I gave him at news of his fight with the cat-creature.

I shrugged before resuming my practice.

“Not all tales are. Besides, mine isn’t the important one here.”

He blinked at that.

“And what makes you say that?”

“Because I’m not the hero.”

There was a long silence as he just sat there, staring at me with wide eyes and a disbelieving stare.

“But... but you’ve fought monsters, and evil deities....”

“Their minions, mostly, but yes.”

“You’ve christened all of the mightiest heroes.”

“After they passed their tests, yes.”

“You’ve served Fate for...” he paused, as if he was searching his memory for the number, “a... a really long time.”

“Doesn’t make me the hero, just makes me a guardian.”

He gave me that kicked puppy stare.

“How can you not be?”

“No one praises a guard dog for doing it’s job, and that’s basically what I am. I’m just doing what the oath compels me to. Nothing more, nothing less. I save no one, I really don’t help anyone, either. I’m just here, running at the end of my leash, growling and snarling at all whom aren’t my master.”

“Oh... is that why you were an ass when we met?”

I glared at him.

“No, that was because someone who couldn’t even beat Squishy thought he could just show up and have a legendary weapon of unfathomable power.”

He winced and then tilted his head.

“Wait... Squishy?”

“The slime, it’s name is Squishy. I gave it to it when it first decided to make it’s home in the box.”

The color drained from his face.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to kill your pet!”

I nearly fell over laughing, which stopped the sputtered stream of apologies and something about a funeral.

“No, no, no, you didn’t kill Squishy. Fate granted Squishy special... abilities, as a reward for my service. He does something... kinda nice once every hundred years or so for me.”

He stared at me.

“So... it wasn’t a normal slime?”

“It is in all things except it’s immortality.”

“Oh... Damn, I was hoping it was a super slime.”

I laughed again.

And so the routine continued. He’d survive in the wilds for a few days before coming to visit for a few hours, sometimes mimicking my movements when conversations and laughter were over. Then, he’d vanish again. That is, until I got a terrible feeling.

A flock of birds scattered far to the south, the way towards the lake, and a pit formed in my stomach. That dumbass wouldn’t... would he? I thought about it for a minute before recalling his previous encounters and grimacing. He would. He most certainly would.

For the first time in many years, I left the stoned area, rushing down a distantly familiar trail towards the lake. Screeches and deep roars pushed me to move faster and faster, until I stumbled into a clearing, just in time to see him fall. Behind him was a water dragon. Thankfully, a young one. It looked hurt, but not nearly as much as he did, and it looked much angrier than him as well.

Before I could even put any thought into it, my body was in between the two, and the creature was bearing down on me.

“No! Guardian!”

The shouted barely registered in my mind as I ducked out of the way of raking claws and rolled to the underbelly. My blade sought out the grooves between the stomach plates and dug in as far as it could, biting at flesh and tearing at muscle. The dragon screeched loud enough to nearly deafen me. All I could hear was a ringing in my ears. It could have been disorienting had I not fought under such conditions a hundred or more times before.

I cut again, my own fierce shouts a distant echo in my ears. Again and again I sliced, moving with the beast to keep myself from being trampled or squished. The deadly dance did not end until the creature was on the ground, breathing it’s last.

With a dull click, I slid the sword into it’s sheath and moved towards him. He stared back at me through big, brown eyes. Without warning, I pulled him back up to his feet.

“I told you.” I sighed as she shifted his arm around my shoulders to support him. “I told you.”

“Hey, can you not yell at me when I’m actively in pain?” He whimpered when the movement irritated his probably cracked ribs.

“No! You were a stupid shit and I’m going to tell that directly to your fucking face! Why do you do these things?!”

“To impress you.”

“You know what would impress me at this point?! You staying out of danger for twenty-four hours! No barbed-tail cats, no slimes, no DRAGONS, just a day without bruises.”

He smirked at me.

“Is that what it’d take to become a man of consequence?”

I smacked him upside the head.

“No, but it’ll help keep you alive long enough to become one. Seriously, recklessness won’t help anyone. Think of the people. They’re waiting on you to save them. You can’t do that if you’re dead.”

“But... I can’t just hide and hope it goes away, either.”

“No, you can’t, but you can learn to pick battles you can win.”

He went silent for a while.

“Do... do you think the fight with the wizard is a battle I can win?”

I thought about it for the rest of the way back to the stones. He sighed just before we got there.

“No, huh? I guess you’re right....”

“You can.”

His head snapped around to look at me.

“And once you’re healed up, I’ll show you how.”

“But I... I thought you weren’t allowed too....”

“Teach about the animals of this forest, he didn’t say shit about teaching people how to kick evil wizards’ wrinkly asses.”

I grinned at him, and he smiled back before laughing.

Using my sisters’ medicines, I was able to get him back to training shape fairly quickly. Thankfully, his ribs weren’t broken, or I may have gotten a different hero. We spent the next few weeks training, with me imparting as much of my years of experience as I could in so little time. And before I knew it, the time had come for his final test.

“Alright, and now you’re ready to try again.”

He grinned at me.

“I’m ready for it. What’s my final test? Squishy? A dragon?”

“Me.”

His face fell at that.

“You? But... I don’t want to fight you.”

I shrugged.

“That’s the rule.”

“But... you’re my friend. I won’t hurt you.”

I snorted.

“You can’t hurt me, I’m immortal.”

He frowned.

“But that doesn’t mean you can’t feel pain.”

“Are you going to give up after I actually went to the trouble of saving and training you for the sake of accomplishing your goal?”

“Well... no, but....”

“Then fight. You don’t have to hurt me, just defeat me.”

He glanced around before looking back at me. Eventually, he drew the old sword.

“Okay... but only because I don’t want to waste your effort.”

I grinned at him as I drew my own blade.

“Good.”

There was a pause, a moment of silence, and then we both burst into action. It was insane how fast he had improved. No other chosen one had learned so fast. Then again, I had never taken any effort to help any of them, nor had they shown an interest in mimicking my own training. Or maybe, maybe this was what Fate saw in him.

The clashing of steel rung out through the trees as our feet flew across the ancient stonework. Light flashed off the edges of our swords. Time and time again, the tips of sharpened blades teased at biting into flesh, but always stopped a little short. That is, until there was a horrible snapping sounds, and then the clattering of steel against stone.

We both stared at the broken sword, laying on the stones, and then we looked at each other.

“I... I guess I failed?” he said, voice on the verge of cracking.

I grinned at him.

“You’re kidding, right? Do you know how much it takes to break a sword? And what it takes not to be crushed beneath my heel like an ant?”

There was a moment of silence before his eyes lit up with realization.

“You mean...?”

“Congratulations, hero.”

He let out a shout before throwing his arms around me in the biggest hug I had ever gotten. I laughed.

“Little early to be so excited, yeah? You haven’t even replaced your old sword yet.”

“Who cares about the weapon! You called me a hero! The guardian thinks I’m a hero!”

He laughed before finally releasing me, a huge smile on his face.

I shook my head before leading him back to the lake.

“Uh... guardian?”

“Don’t worry, they won’t come.”

“But...”

“Just take this.”

I held out a sword hilt to him.

He titled his head, but accepted it.

“So... what do I do with this?”

“You place the handle in the water. When you withdraw it, picture the weapon you want to hold in your hand. The lake will forge it for you.”

He paused before doing so. The familiar magic caused the water to glow and bubble, and before long, he was pulling out the most beautiful blade I had ever seen in my life.

“Good luck breaking that one,’ I teased.

He snorted.

“Tell that to the wizard.”

He paused before shuffling a bit. “Um... thank you, for everything....”

“You can thank me by kicking that wizard’s ass using the techniques I showed you.”

He grinned at me.

“Will do.” There was another pause before he gave me a nod and started walking back up the path. He paused by the trees and looked back at me. “I’ll visit again. Wouldn’t want the guardian to get bored.”

I laughed.

“It’s the heroes who aren’t supposed to get bored here.”

He smiled at me and then disappeared.

For several years, it was just me and the forest, as it usually was. Still, I couldn’t help but feel a bit hollow. The same as it ever was, but I found myself wanting more again. Laughter and joy. It had been so long since I had them, I didn’t know I missed them until he was gone. My first friend in gods only know how many years, and he was gone. Stupid Fate, fucking destinies.

I was grumbling to myself, violently going through my daily routine when a voice called out to me.

“Uh-oh, don’t tell me that another chosen one is giving you trouble.”

I spun around so fast I nearly feel over.

“You’re back! ... And you have flowers?”

“For you! It’s the fifth year anniversary of when I met you and was attacked by Squishy, so, I thought I’d bring you a present.”

He held the bouquet out to me, that grin on his face.

“No ones ever brought me flowers before….”

“Do you not like them?”

“….I love them, thank you.” I accepted the flowers from him. “But, I don’t have a present for you....”

“That’s fine,” he said with an easy smile and a shrug. “Actually, I was hoping to see the super slime again.”

I grinned mischeviously.

“Sure.”

I undid the latch on the box and watched Squishy fly out and onto his face, knocking him to the ground. He swore and floundered around on the stones, shouting about the worst hug ever. I couldn’t stop myself from laughing if I wanted to. Even after he got my dear friend off, I was still giggling.

He grinned up at me, hair a mess and armor well-slimed.

“I missed hearing your laugh.”

“Yeah, well, I missed having something to laugh about.’

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axelsagewrites · 5 years ago

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Alec Lightwood*Soulmate

Ship(s): Alec x reader

Request?: @schneetannchen

Hi, I love your Imagine Story's so much. Can I get an Imagine Story with Alec Lightwood where he is the reader's soulmate, please?

Warnings?: Swearing

Type: Angst, fluff

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"Soulmates are not a thing!" I almost screamed at Isabelle.

"Yes, they are!" She said, though with more laughter.

I sighed, looking at her with a blank stare, "Isabelle, listen closet, soulmates are. Not. A. thing. Okay?"

She gave me the biggest smile possible, "No," I groaned, flinging myself back to slump in my chair. "Back me up here Clary,"

Breakfasts were never calm, all of us being sleep deprived except Jace who always seemed to get enough sleep, but I was going through my cereal. Last night Izzy and I were having a winddown night and doing these things called 'BuzzFeed quizzes' when the argument began.

"I mean it's a cool idea," She shrugged, "Knowing there is one perfect person out there for you. It's sweet," Jace grinned, stretching an arm over her shoulder, "Even if he is the most annoying person on earth," Jace frowned.

Isabelle chuckled, "Has Jace ever told you about soulmates?"

"No," she said, face contorted in confusion.

"Shadowhunters have a different idea of soulmates," She said, and I huffed, "Hush. It's said that Johnathan Shadowhunter saved a mundane girl when he first became a shadowhunter. A few years later there was a demon outbreak and she got stung. There was nothing Johnathan could do so he just held her and gave her what he thought would be there last kiss. Raziel, as a reward for there work, said that if two people truly loved each other, and the angels had made them for each other, then their final kiss can save them. And that's how soulmates were formed,"

"Aw, that's sweet," Clary said.

"Ew, that's dumb," I snorted, "Why wouldn't every shadowhunter kiss their partner on their deathbed? Oh, wait they do, it just doesn't do anything,"

"Just because you love someone doesn't mean they're your soulmate," Isabelle groaned.

"Will you two just shut up?!" Alec snapped, dropping his spoon in his cereal, making a splash, "Damnit," I passed him a napkin, "Thanks. Izzy, you know mum just told you that story to get you to sleep."

"No. it's true. Back me up, Jace?"

"I didn't exactly have someone ready me bedtime stories," he said.

"Ha," I grinned.

Before we could go back to arguing Maryse walked in, "Why are you all lounging about? Their's work to do,"

Ugh, work. Today was dreaded paperwork day. Luckily, we were able to get desks near each other. Isabelle sat at the desk next to me, Alec across from me, Jace next to Alec, and clary had to go practise runes after a mishap on our last mission.

These days were so slow. It sounds bad but I was waiting for someone to run in and yell something about an outbreak or crazy action. Anything to get up from this hellish chair. Isabelle was determined to finish all her paperwork for an early lunch, so she was being boring.

Alec had always been the fastest at paperwork so I could annoy him. I pinged a tiny crushed up piece of paper. He looked up startled, but I went back to my screen. A few moments later another. Then another. Then another. Then "Whose doing that?" Alec said.

I took my headphones out "What?" I asked.

"Nothing," he mumbled, going back to his work. I looked at Isabelle who rolled her eyes then Jace who winked at me. Jace started doing it too.

Jace was too ambitious and shot a full crumpled up post-it notes. "Jace!" Alec turned in his chair, quickly lowering his voice.

As his head was turned, I fired one that went right in his ear, "Score," I couldn't help but laugh, raising my hands in the air in triumph. Jace began to cackle as well and I swear I saw Izzy hide a snigger. I took my headphones off, waiting for the onslaught.

Alec glared at me, "Shouldn't you be doing paperwork?" He snapped. I pressed my lips together, trying not to laugh, "You think your funny? Grow up. You're 19, get your act together,"

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed," I mumbled.

"Someone wants to actually do their job and take responsibilities for there actions," he raised his voice, "Otherwise it's just going to be dumped on someone else's desk. It's a good thing soulmate aren't real because who wants to be with a child. Grow up," Alec went back to work with a glare etched on his face.

My face fell and I put my headphones back on. Jace rolled his eyes, probably trying to help, but I looked at my screen. Harsh. Isabelle, finally taking a little broke, slid a post-it notes to me. "Don't let it get to you," It read, "he's in a bad mood,"

Alec's bad moods didn't usually bother me. I don't know why I let it bother me. But I did go back to work.

I finished around the same time as Isabelle did for lunch. We sat in the lunch hall, Isabelle across from me, and I was picking at my lunch. "You okay?" she asked, "Alec's in a mood,"

"Yeah but never mind," I sighed. Isabelle gave me a look and I sighed, "Maybe I don't want soulmates to be real because I don't think I have one,"

"Don't say that- "

"But what if it's true? Then what?"

Isabelle sighed, "I don't know. Hell, I don't know if I have one, or if it's a shadowhunter or what it means if they aren't one. Don't let Alec get to you. You'll have at least one lightwood on your side," I smiled a little at her words. Her smile fell, "Speaking of..."

I looked up to see clary, Alec, and Jace walking in. "Look who we found in the library," Jace said, arm over Clary's shoulder. Clary and Jace sat next to Isabelle and Alec plopped down next to me. As he sat down, I stood up, taking my plate to the bins.

After clearing my plate, I walked down past Isabelle, "I'm going to get a head start," she sighed but let me go.

"What's up with (Y/N)?" I heard Alec asked as I walked away. I walked faster.

Paperwork sucks. Isabelle joined me shortly after followed by the other two and clary. "Hey, I was wanting to help clary studying so I was wondering..." he said.

"Send them to me," I said, not looking up from my screen.

"Then they'll never get done," Alec said with a chuckle. He looked at me expectantly, probably expecting a comeback.

I ignored him, "I'm on my last one,"

"Since when did you get fast?" Isabelle said, looking at my screen, not believing me.

Looking straight at Alec, "I grew up," he looked down and I rolled my eyes, "Jace just send them over."

"I owe you,"

"I know,"

I have halfway finished Jace's workload, mindlessly typing and filling in codes, when a red light popped up on my screen. I glanced at Isabelle who was doing the same. "Alec what does it mean when- "Isabelle began to ask.

"We've got a mission," Alec said, getting out his seat.

Isabelle and I followed, quickly gearing up. Jace was there a couple moments later, "Mission?" he said. We all had personal devices that lit up when we had a mission, but they showed on the computer when we were logged on.

The mission was only a few blocks away, so we were there in minutes. "I'll lead," Jace said.

"Shocking," I muttered, and he grinned.

We followed after Jace into a small alleyway. It was down the alley and over a fence in the middle of an industrial estate. Jace led, Isabelle behind him, and Alec at the rear. Jace hopped the fence, then Izzy, as I was halfway up, I heard a gurgling noise than a whooshing noise.

I looked down at Alec to see he had shot an arrow through the chair fence, hitting a green blob looking thing. It hissed and slinked away as more demons began to pour out. Quickly I swung my legs over the fence, dropping down.

Alec was over the fence quickly, but I already had run in. he was long range and stood near the fence, Isabelle had her whip and sword which was kind of a combination, but Jace and I were short range.

We had to the run-up to the demons. There seemed to be a mix of different breeds of them. As I slit the supposed throat of a blue thing, it seemingly mantling away with a hiss, another snakelike thing began to wrap around my leg.

Before I could react, Isabelle's whip wrapped around its head, pulling it back and sending it through the air where it met Alec's arrow. my heart was beating. Hard. My grip on my seraph blade was weakened by sweat so I gripped it tighter, feeling the design of the hilt pressing into my skin.

One latched onto Jace's back. I ran over, pulling it off and raising my seraph blade to slice it. As I did Jace lurched back as another launched at him. He knocked me and I grunted as my back slammed into the concrete.

It's always better to fight on your feet. Once your down though you still have to fight. One slid onto my leg and I sat up, thrusting my blade into it, watching it disappear with a satisfying sizzle. I grinned then I felt something slither around my neck.

It yanked my head back, hitting off the concrete. I was able to look up for a moment to see a demon's tentacle wrapped around my neck, pulling me closer. Dropping my blade, I tried to pull it off.

A sharp pain went through my neck then another sizzle. I scrambled up, seeing an arrow a foot from where my head had been. There was no time to pause.

I felt myself breathing a sigh of realising as Izzy drove her seraph blade into the last demon with a sigh. We were all panting, "Some sicko was keeping them, prisoner," Jace said. "No wonder they were pissed,"

"So," Alec said but I felt my neck getting hot. I was panting more than they were and I raised my hand to my neck where the pain had been, it felt like ice. "Whose doing the paperwork for this one?" The other three laughed but it was muffled as if I was underwater. I blinked more as the colours seemed to blur together for a moment then go back then blur. "(Y/N)?"

"I-I-I think I'm gonna," I landed with a thud. All I could hear was a muffled sound. I could see everything, but I could barely move my fingers.

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"What happened?" Jace said, dropping to his knees beside his friend.

Isabelle began searching (Y/N) for an injury, "I-I don't know. I didn't see them get poisoned or-or-or,"

"Izzy calm down," Jace said.

"My best friend is dying!" She yelled, tears falling from her yes, "Fucking panic Jace!"

"This is getting us nowhere," Alec said, quickly moving beside Izzy, "Jace start checking their legs for something, Izzy their torso," They all snapped to attention, quickly putting (Y/N) onto their back checking for something, anything.

A wound, a bite, a scratch. Whatever did this.

Alec looked over and studied every bit of (Y/N)'s face. He put his fingers through their hair, looking for a gash or something. He glanced down seeing (Y/N)'s eyes following him. He took a breath going back to his search. (Y/N) had to be okay.

"I can't find anything," Jace said.

"Me neither," Isabelle sighed. "What are we going to do?"

"Call Magnus," Alec said, standing up. He tossed Jace his quiver and bow, bending down to pick (Y/N) up.

"Should we move them?" Isabelle asked.

"Can't get much worse," Jace said, phone to his ear, "Magnus we're coming over,"

Alec had never had a bigger reason to run. As he ran, he cradled (Y/N) in his arms. Magnus had come down to let them in and they all rushed upstairs.

"Wouldn't the silent brothers be better?" Isabelle panted.

"I know demons better," Magnus said, leading Alec to lay (Y/N) on the couch, "Besides I can teleport you. Jace pass me that book,"

The biggest problem was knowing the poison. They didn't even know the spot. Alec paced the living room, glancing over. (Y/N)'s eyes were still following him. He froze, looking back at them. His eyes dropped when he saw something.

Alec rushed over, kneeling beside Magnus, "There," He pointed to (Y/N)'s neck.

"A hickey?" Magnus asked, "This isn't the time for jealousy,"

"No, it wasn't there earlier," Alec snapped.

"He's right," Isabelle said, "(Y/N) is single. What do you mean jealous?"

Magnus, Alec, and, Jace all shared a look, "Nothing," Magnus said before going back to work.

"Alec you idiot!" Isabelle stood up flicking her brother's forehead, "(Y/N) likes you! Couldn't you have done this before they were paralysed!?"

"I didn't know this would happen!"

"I found it!" Magus interrupted them. The shadowhunters all tried to look over Magnus' shoulder but Jace felt his stomach churn as Magnus' smile fell. "I-I can't do anything,"

"Then we need to go to the silent city," Isabelle said.

"No." He cut her off, "The poison, the demon. Did you see a purple demon with tentacles?"

"Yeah. One grabbed (Y/N) around the neck," As Izzy spoke, she seemed to realise, "Oh no,"

"It's poison paralysis's the body. Activity speeds it up. Soon every muscle in (Y/N) body will stop. The heart normally is the last but after they stop moving it's normally the breathing system then the eyes,"

"What does that mean?" Isabelle asked, ignoring the mascara down her checks.

"(Y/N) will suffocate to death and we can't do anything about it,"

"No, no, no, no"

Everyone took their moment with (Y/N). Isabelle was a mess. Alec held her as Jace knelt beside (Y/N), then Magnus. Jace walked over and essentially took Isabelle out of Alec's arms. He stood up, shaking legs, and walked over.

Alec knelt beside (Y/N), holding their hand. "I'm so so sorry," he said, "For everything. Magnus says you can't hear us but I'm so so sorry. I-I shouldn't have snapped. Anyone would want to be your soulmate. If only I had had the balls," Alec sniffled, "I love you," Alec began to stand, pressing a kiss to (Y/N)'s forehead. His tears fell onto (Y/N) and he quickly wiped them off. (Y/N)'s eyes were still following him.

Alec cringed as he stood up, "What now?"

"We wait," Magnus said, looking at the floor.

"And what? Let them suffocate to death?" Jace snapped.

Isabelle looked up, taking a deep breath "(Y/N) deserved a better death than that. They don't deserve to feel that,"

Alec nodded, "Magnus? Is there anything?"

"You're asking me to-?" He shook his head with a sigh, "I've lost too many to do it myself,"

"Please. they shouldn't have to suffer,"

Magnus pointed to a door, "That's my storage cupboard. Help yourself,"

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The sound in my ears was like waves at first but then a beating sound joined it. It was a struggle to move my eyes, but I was trying to figure out what was happening. The sound in my ears began to fade and their voices were becoming clearer.

I looked up as Isabelle stood over me. She made eye contact before turning away and passing something to Alec. Alec held it then held it out for Jace, "I can't," I managed to make out despite it being dull.

Jace took it then slowly moved to kneel beside me. He sighed and I heard him. I felt my toes begin to move

"The throat muscles will stop working any moment," Magnus said, and I heard it clearly.

A tear fell down Jace's face and his hand moved up to pull open my mouth. I saw him raise something up. "I'm sorry," he said. This time it was clear, and I could feel my fingers begin to move. Out of instinct, I tried to close my mouth.

He paused, "Did you see that?" he asked.

"Your imagining things," Magnus said.

I had to try to talk. I had to. All I managed was a low grunt. Jace jumped back, probably dropping something as I heard glass smash then a sizzle.

A sizzle.

Those sizzles.

My eyes darted to the side. I was just able to turn my head slightly, "How are they...?" Magnus said.

Isabelle's eyes went from mine to Alec to mine, "Soulmates," she said, "It's the soulmate thing!"

"That isn't a thing Izzy!" Alec yelled, "Can't you drop that!?"

"Yeah," I managed to breath out before spluttering. Slowly a warm feeling began to travel through my body.

Magnus said it could take a while for me to be able to fully move let alone stand. So far, I could talk, breath, thankfully, and move my arms.

They filled me in on everything, everything. Not knowing if we'd be too weak, Magnus offered to let me crash so he could monitor me. Eventually, they had to go, probably after Clary's 100th call. Isabelle and Jace said their goodbyes then it was just Alec, Magnus and I.

Magnus looked between us "I'm going to put the kettle on. Want tea (Y/N)?" I nodded and waited for him to walk out.

Alec sat down on the coffee table across from me, "So um,"

"Isabelle's crazy, isn't she?" I said, not able to look at him.

"Yeah totally," When I looked up, he looked away. I held in a sigh, "Is it crazy I kind of hope she isn't...?"

"You mean...?"

"I don't care if your childish-not that you are but if you were- "

"You like me,"

"You heard that?" he asked, his head dropping.

"Heard what?"

"When you where-never mind," Alec looked up, gathering some kind of courage, "I'm sorry. For everything,"

"It's okay," I said then we were plunged in silence, "You know if I could stand, I'd kiss you,"

"What- I mean do you- um do I- "

"Kiss me," I cut him off. Alec lurched forward, kissing me. it took a moment for me to be able to move my hand to the back of his neck. After a few moments, he pulled back, "I promise I can kiss better than that normally,"

"I'll be the judge of that,"

"Not in my house you won't!" Magnus yelled, walking in. Alec shot back in shock, forgetting he was on a coffee table and falling off, "Such grace," Magnus muttered, "I brought tea,"

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spencer-is-amazing · 5 years ago

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Salvation (Michael Langdon x OC)

Pairing: Michael Langdon x Original Female Character

Word Length: 2k

Warnings: Very slight violent imagery

Chapter 1: The End

Chapter 2: The Beginning (x)

Summary: On one hand, she knew him as Michael- the kid with eyes that rivaled the sea and a heart that yearned to be loved.

On the other hand, he was Langdon- the man who would take all or none to the Sanctuary, and looked at her as if she was a fly on his wall that needed to be crushed.

And yet, she couldn't deny the feelings that bubbled in her soul when he looked at her with those deep sea eyes, and how she had become the one who craved his love. She only hoped it wasn't too late to save them both.

“-And remember students, your papers on the human effect in marine life is due this Sunday at 11:59 sharp. No, I will not accept papers at midnight or anytime you deem fit; I’ve given you all an ample amount of time to complete this paper, so I’m expecting all A’s! Have a good weekend students and email me with any questions or concerns!”

The class of 39 environmental biology students all praised every deity for allowing Mr. Abernathy to shut his mouth and let them leave early, though he usually let them off with ten minutes to spare every Friday, so there was no true harm done.

“You got anything planned? Dylan’s parents are out of town and I’m gonna hit that up.” Julie March smiled at her friend Chloe’s lustrous look at Dylan Parker’s back; it was no shock that Chloe wanted to climb that boy like a tree and probably would this weekend.

“I mean, just look at him, you know I’m a sucker for a good back.” Julie chuckled as her friends eyes followed Dylan out of sight, sighing when he turned out of the class. “But yeah, free house, me and him, bone town.”

“Really, bone town? What’re you, Jack Skellington?” Chloe fake laughed at Julie’s stupid joke and both girls left the room, walking through the mostly empty hall.

“I don’t really think you have the authority to make any joke whatsoever at me, seeing as you’ve probably never seen a cock in the first place and I’ve seen like four.”

Of the two girls, Chloe was the one who had spent high school with skirts shorter than her buttcheeks and bubblegum popping between her teeth, while Julie had spent it in baggy hand me downs with her nose in a book. It was strange that they were even friends to begin with.

“How come every conversation with you ends with you calling me a dickless virgin? I have seen one before.”

Chloe simultaneously scoffed and rolled her big brown eyes caked in eyeliner, “I hope you don’t mean the mystery guy from high school that no one ever actually met and also disappeared after like a year because I’d hate to call you a liar this late in the day.”

Julie shot daggers as Chloe smirked, “He was real. And maybe Dylan would go down on you if you weren’t such a dick.”

“Oh, he’ll go down on me alright. I’ll make sure of it.” They were nearing the exit of the large community campus building. “But really, any plans this weekend? And no, going to that creepy Hotel does not count.”

Julie adjusted her backpack strap and bit her lip, “My mom already asked me and I mean, It’s not that creepy.”

Chloe’s arm shot out and stopped Julie in her tracks, “I’m sorry, are we talking about the same Hotel? The one where bunches of people always die and the last time I went with you I almost did? That one right?”

Julie pushed open the front door, ready to not exactly deny her friend that that was in fact true but merely defend her pride, but the chaos that both girls were met with put an end to that.

“What the fuck-?” Chloe was thrown to the ground with a grunt, Mr. Abernathy having thrown open the doors and running for his life. Julie helped her up and both girls flinched when a loud horn blared throughout the campus.

Was there a shooter? Had someone brought a bomb on campus? What the hell had happened?

A group of students came into view and were running past them when Chloe yelled at them, asking what was happening.

One of the guys in a Mario beanie turned to them with scared eyes and pointed his finger to the sky, “They’re coming! It’s the end of the fucking world man- there’s no where to go!”

He fled off after his group, leaving them there with confusion on their faces. The end of the world?

They had so many questions; How? Why? Now?

It took a second for the absolute horrifying dread to set in, for the fear of death to fill her veins and leave her frozen. She didn’t even know what was coming and if she’d make it home in time to kiss her mom goodbye and say all the things she’d never said.

“Julie, Julie- look at me please. We need to go. Now.” She’d barely realized that tears had started streaming down her face, her friend digging those pretty pink manicured nails in the flesh of her arm and dragging her across the campus to the pretty purple convertible that picked up Julie for school every morning, but there would be no tomorrow morning would there.

Julie’s trembling hand was reaching for the glossy silver handle of the pretty purple convertible when the door opened, slamming into her gut with a strength that shocked her.

Chloe was already inside and giving her a look that could kill a man twice, “Get in the car. Now.”

The streets were like if Crazy Taxi had jumped out of her Dreamcast and had plagued the streets; it was utter chaos.

Abandoned cars littered the road and Chloe maneuvered them with excellent skill, and managed to not hit a single person, though there had been many running through the streets screaming for help from god, but no god was coming.

Julie’s shaky hand reached for her phone and read the alert;

Urgent Alert

Ballistic Missile Threat Inbound To Los Angeles

Seek Immediate Shelter. This Is Not A Drill.

A hand ripped the phone from hers and threw it in the backseat, “Don’t look at your phone. No doubt its people you fucking hate saying sorry for being douche filled assholes to you now that they’re gonna fucking be blown to pieces.”

Chloe spoke with such rage spittle flew from her teeth. “We’re gonna get you home and…. and…”

Sobs wracked the pretty 20’s year olds chest and tears streamed down her make up caked face, teeth biting the red matte lipstick and tears smearing the pitch black mascara. Julie had never seen her cry, not even when James from 10th grade broke up with her and said her nose was too big.

“Chloe.” Her hand found the shaking shoulder and squeezed lightly, “It’s okay. Even if we don’t make it, I’m glad I was with you.”

“No, No, No.” Chloe took her hands off the wheel and turned to her best friend Julie. “We’re going to get you home, and you’re gonna say bye to your mom.”

“Chloe- the car!” But she didn’t listen and instead hugged her friend close and the car seemed to steer itself closer and closer to her home.

“Chloe what’s happening? Please Chloe, tell what you’re doing?!” The hysterics were starting to set in as they skidded across her front lawn, car seemingly shutting down on its own.

Both girls had tears streaming down their faces and both of their chests felt like their hearts were going to implode. Chloe turned and held her friends chubby cheeks in her shaking hands, leaning forward and pressing a solemn kiss to each blob.

“Never forget me Julie.” Chloe released the chubby cheeks and watched as shadows circled the car.

“And never forget him.”

And questions Julie had were ripped to shreds as black covered hands ripped open the car doors and dragged both girls out of their cars, Chloe seemingly giving in to the inevitable and Julie refusing to give up. She wasn’t going to die without a fight.

She was placed in front of two people, both something out of a distant future sci-fi movie.

“Are you Julie March?” Her attention wasn’t on the man who asked the question but instead on Chloe, who had been placed on her knees, a large gun pointed at her temple.

The pale man spoke up once more, “You, Julie March, have been selected by the Cooperative as one of the lucky few who will be taken to a safe location away from the blast.”

That caught her attention enough to stop her struggles, “Not without my mom and Chloe.”

He gave her a hard look. “Your genetic makeup makes you a prime candidate, and theirs do not.”

“I don’t understand, candidate for what? What the hell do you people think I’m gonna do?”

“Survive.”

This was all some hellish nightmare; she must have fallen asleep in class and no one had woken her up yet. This couldn’t be real, it just couldn’t.

Julie sobbed out the same response, “Not without them. Please.” But they didn’t listen, dragging her away to a grey heavy-duty van and locking her inside, away from the rest of the world, away from her mother, away from Chloe.

She screamed with every chord in her throat as a gunshot rang through the air and the van started moving. There was no doubt that they were leaving behind her friend’s corpse on her mother’s lawn, a mother she would never see again and a friend who died too soon.

This still felt like a horrible nightmare that she couldn’t escape from, a demonic presence that had latched onto her soul and brought death and destruction in its wake, dragging her through pain and agony that seemed to have no end.

She wanted to die in that moment, wanted the blast to consume her whole and leave her with the people she loved. What was the point of survival if you had to do it alone?

2 Weeks Later

And as it turned out, this Survival wasn’t something she’d be doing alone. She’d met Emily and Timothy at the initial bomb shelter, the three of them crying as the tremors had ran through the concrete slabs they’d laid upon.

They’d mourned for their families and loved ones, and even the ones they hated. It was a dark time for them, and there was no light at the end of the tunnel for 13 days.

But on the 14th day, they were thrown clothes and masks, told that anything out of place would lead to their death. Any resistance would lead to death, and that it was in their best interest to cooperate.

And so they did, piling on the large suits and making sure every tube for the gas mask was in place and stepped outside of the bomb shelter, following the men in black.

The world had turned grey and cold, had become a wasteland of death and grim tidings for the ones lucky to survive. All of the green had turned to black, and the sun had turned grey and dim. This was not a world that Julie wanted to be apart of, but she had no choice.

A carriage was waiting for them- horse drawn to be exact- and Julie, Emily, Timothy and a masked stranger sat in the carriage, rocking back and forth for hours on end, their destination unknown.

It was a miracle that the carriage came to a stop after so long, that the doors opened up to reveal more grey fog as a hand helped them out, and lead them forward.

It was a building like no other, if you could even call it a building. A spiraling black beacon of death was a better way to describe it. The four of them walked forward, past two people dressed in grey on their knees- no masks on either of them- with guns pointed to their heads.

The ring of the gunshot made her trip and fall to her knees- Chloe’s tear stained face ran through her head like a hurricane- “C’mon, get up.”

Timothy held out a hand to her and she shakily took it, balancing on two legs and moving forward, not looking back at the bodies, even though she wanted to, to make sure they weren’t Chloe.

The decontamination process was threatening to say the least; the short stout woman who commanded their attention was someone who she would make sure to avoid. A few people dressed in outfits like the ones outside entered and were helping them get their suits off when a sound as steady as dropping water but heavy as iron entered the air.

The metal door opened to reveal a tall woman holding a candle.

“My name is Wilhemina Venable, and I’d like to welcome you to Outpost 3.”

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dinfeanoriel · 6 years ago

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Missing Legend Pt. IV

Linked Universe belongs to Jojo56830 and Linked Universe! Part IV of my Missing Legend series! Coming close to the end...maybe.

Please enjoy! And remember, I own nothing but my writing.

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“Another fruitless day spent searching vainly and we find nothing!” Warrior threw down his pack and sword in frustration, cerulean eyes swirling with worry and disheartment. The Knight slumped down onto a log, dropping his head into his hands. His hair fell from their once pristine placement and curtained his face from view, “Nothing,” He echoed in a quiet whisper.

Wind looked even more downtrodden and miserable as the days passed, slowly morphing into a week since Legend’s vanishing. There was a sadness and fear in his expressive and once bright eyes that didn’t belong there. The young sailor dragged his feet to where Warrior sat, lowering himself to the ground and curling up against the older Hero.

Warrior heaved a sigh and tried to gather himself together for Wind’s sake, but it was getting harder for him to stay calm and collected. They’d been searching for six days and hadn’t found a single thing! Nothing to tell them whether or not Legend was okay or if he were alive.

The shred of hope he’d been clinging to was slowly dwindling. He shook his head, banishing his thoughts and wrapped an arm around Wind, drawing him close.

Four sat across from them, face devoid of any emotion other than the faint crease between his brows as they drew together. His back was bent, hands dangling from his knees as his troubled and blank stare bored into the flickering campfire. He’d been struggling to remain optimistic. With each new day, he’d tried to believe they would find Legend...only for their search to end in failure.

Sky was beginning to look discouraged. He’d already set up his bedroll and rolled onto his side so his back now faced everyone. It was disconcerting to see the change that gradually crept over him. He was a soft-spoken, kindhearted, and pleasant soul who was never without a content smile on his lips and a warm gleam in his eyes.

Until now.

Hyrule had gone silent. He was ordinarily a quiet person, but never this quiet. Legend’s disappearance had affected him greatly. He’d fallen deep into himself and could be found sitting at the base of a crooked tree. One knee was bent with an arm draped across it and his head was bowed. The fire cast an ambient orange-red glow on his shadowed form, accentuating the melancholy and gloominess evident in his features, and enshrouding the rest in shadow.

Twilight was on a log adjacent to Time, back turned on the camp and face forward. Every night, he could be found watching the forest, as if he expected Legend to come waltzing out from within. They knew he wouldn’t, but they sometimes foolishly hoped he would. The Ordonian’s expression was grim, lips pursed tightly together. He was a man of few words, but lately, he’d become a man of no words. He still spoke when necessary, but that was only when giving commands or leading expeditions. Nothing more. At night, he became still and silent.

Time’s expression was more grave than usual. He didn’t want to say it aloud, although he knew all Heroes were thinking it, but six days and no sign of Legend? This bode ill. It implied a darker and more sinister fate for their friend. Time latched onto the sliver of hope that this wasn’t so. That Legend wasn’t dead. His heart constantly warred with his reasonable mind. The conflict within him was expressed in all other Links. The Leader had his hands folded underneath his chin, elbows digging into his knees as he stared off into the distance.

Hylia, if Legend yet lives, please...lead us to him...

Wild was grimly cooking something over the fire. He hardly made a sound. He had an arm wrapped tightly around Skittles, taking comfort from the bunny. He stared, unseeing, into the boiling pot, mind far away and heart heavy. He’d never thought he would miss Legend’s sarcasm and wit. His quick comebacks and snarks.

But he did.

Everyone did.

They would give anything to hear his voice again!

He heaved a silent sigh, turning to fetch his pack. He needed more spice for the meal he had planned. Wild flicked open the flap and dug throughout the pack precariously balanced on the log next to him. The contents within the bag shifted and became heavier in the front, causing the pack to become overbalanced and spill all over the ground.

The sound startled all of the Heroes from their thoughts and they looked to see Wild muttering and hurriedly grabbing the rolling bottles and runaway herbs.

From deep within the pack, an orb tumbled forth. All eyes were drawn to it when it flared up in the firelight.

“What is that?” Wind couldn’t help but ask when it rolled and bounced off Time’s boot. The elder Hero picked it up and pinched it between two fingers.

Wild shrugged, “Not sure. Sky and I found it when we were looking for Legend.”

Four blinked in shock and shot upright in disbelief, “It’s a Moon Pearl!”

Time and the other Links turned to him, curious. No one saw the way Skittles had frozen and how his gaze was riveted to the Pearl in shock and dismay.

“Moon Pearl?” Time repeated in question.

“What’s a Moon Pearl?” Warrior asked.

Four paused, lips sealing shut. This only served to intrigue the Heroes. The smaller Link considered for a moment then slowly replied,

“They’re...They’re rare gems. Special, but incredibly rare.”

Time’s eye narrowed. Four was keeping something from them.

“And what do these gems do?” He pressed.

Four shrugged, “On my adventure, they helped me find where I needed to go.” Another vague response.

Time frowned but didn’t ask for more clarification, for which Four was grateful.

“I’m surprised you even found one.” He remarked to Wild and Sky, “I didn’t think they existed here.” And his gaze drifted to the still Skittles in Wild’s arms. He followed the rabbit’s line of sight to the Pearl then back...

And that was when it hit him. It took sheer willpower not to react or jolt in surprise, but the unimaginable wave of relief that flooded over him freed him from the clutches of fear and worry.

He barely heard Wild’s reply.

Green!

I know, Red.

He was with us all along?!

Vio was definitely rolling his eyes at Blue’s enraged outburst.

Wild noted the intensity in which Time was studying the Moon Pearl. He turned it this way and that, appraising it very much the same way Wild had when he first discovered it.

“You can keep it if you want,” He said to Time, “I don’t really have any use for it.”

Time hummed. He didn’t know why, but he felt a great need to hold onto it, “I think I will...”

Skittles all but deflated when Time tucked it into his pack.

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That night, the Heroes fell into another uneasy sleep. Skittles remained wide awake, however. His eyes would often wander over to where Time was and to the pack next to him, but he didn’t dare go for it. He couldn’t risk it.

Not while there were eight Heroes surrounding him.

Why, oh, why couldn’t anything be easy for once?

He gave as best a sigh he could given his form. This night, Skittles had chosen to stick close to Hyrule. Due to his animal senses, Skittles could feel the conflicting and overwhelming emotions Hyrule kept bottled within. He hoped his presence might serve to lessen it. Sometime during the night, Hyrule had grabbed hold of him, and so he was now cradled against his chest, fingers digging into his fur.

Twilight was on watch.

Or, he had been. He’d vanished into the forest and never returned.

Wolfie appeared and sat in the exact spot Twilight had been in, keen blue eyes watching the shadows.

Skittles could have rolled his eyes if the atmosphere had been any lighter. It was heavy with foreboding and sorrow. Worry and fear. Multiple bungled emotions and conflicted thoughts that it threatened to suffocate the poor animal.

He couldn’t help but feel incredibly guilty.

A couple of hours passed when a whimper broke the heavy silence. Skittles picked his head up off Hyrule’s arm and looked to see Wind shifting in his bedroll. He tossed and turned, brow creased, and face twisted in pain, grief, and agony.

Wolfie rumbled low in his throat, lifting himself from his crouched position but Skittles stopped him,

“Wait!”

Wolfie started in surprise, head whipping in Skittles direction as the rabbit freed himself from Hyrule’s hold and quietly hopped across.

This was the first time Skittles had actually spoken to him! Wolfie could not overcome his shock.

Wind whimpered again and when the animals looked, their sensitive hearts ached to see the tears slipping down his cheeks. The sailor freed his hand from his blankets, stretching as if reaching out to someone.

“Legend...”

Guilt slammed into Skittles like a sledgehammer. He needed to fix this. And he needed to fix it soon. But how? If Legend came back and Skittles disappeared...they’d be devastated. But if Skittles remained and Legend never appeared...

He was conflicted. The rabbit shoved his personal feelings on the matter back and hopped to Wind’s side. He gently pawed at the youngest Hero’s cheek, urging him to wake.

“No...Please...” Wind’s breath hitched and a strangled sob broke from him. It physically pained Skittles to hear. “Legend..!”

Skittles planted both paws on Wind’s creased cheek, batting and pushing. Wind still did not wake, and so, Skittles decided he needed to go to the extreme. He hunched back onto his heels, prepping himself, and jumped.

He landed right on Wind’s chest, startling the Hero awake. Wind bolted upright with a small cry of,

“Legend!”

His chest heaved as gasping sobs shook his shoulders. Wind’s eyes, blurred by tears, flicked down to see a pink blob in his lap. He wiped his sleeve across his eyes and sniffed.

“Skittles...” he hoarsely whispered, wrapping his arms tightly around the rabbit and crushing him to his chest. “Thanks f-for waking m-me...” He sniffled again, glancing up momentarily when Wolfie materialized at his side and sat down. “Sorry...” He apologized, earning a bop on his nose from Skittles and a nudge from Wolfie’s snout. He grinned weakly. The gesture withered immediately afterward. “I had...I had such a horrible nightmare.” He told them, rubbing at his face.

“Legend was dying...and he was all alone...” A choked sound erupted from Wind and he buried his face into Skittles’s fur. “Th-there was n-no one with h-him...It was so dark...And I could see him. I c-could hear him...But h-he couldn’t h-hear me...” Wind muffled his cries, missing the sad look entering Wolfie’s eyes. The great beast nosed Wind’s cheek. He rumbled softly.

Wind lifted his head and furiously wiped at his eyes.

“I’m just...I’m just scared. What if...What if we don’t find Legend? What if...What if he is dead?” He hiccuped. “Or...what if we change worlds and Legend’s trapped here?”

It was the unspoken fear among the Heroes, and Wind had finally voiced it aloud.

Wolfie growled comfortingly.

That won’t happen.

Skittles pawed at Wind’s tear-stained face in reassurance.

All this pain, fear, and sadness. The worry, stress, and frustration.

He’d done this.

He’d watched the change that overcame each Hero with every passing day. He’d sensed their emotions, their feelings, and heard some of them during the night.

And now, Wind was having night terrors of his worst fears coming true.

Wind managed a weak smile, exhaling shakily.

“I hope we find him...” He looked to Skittles and Wolfie, “Do you think we will?”

Both animals dipped their heads with a certainty.

Wind was comforted. He started to recline back when Wolfie swiftly moved behind him so the boy was resting against him. Wind was grateful. The wolf’s presence helped to soothe him and his troubled heart and mind greatly. He nestled against the great beast, curling around Skittles.

“Thanks, Wolfie...” He whispered with a yawn. He peered down at Skittles sleepily, “You’ll stay with me tonight, Skittles..?”

Skittled clucked in affirmative and made himself comfortable.

And so, with his two animal friends close by, Wind was able to drift off into a sleep undisturbed by nightmares for the rest of the night.

Wolfie sighed and pillowed his head on his paws.

Will we find Legend..? He expelled a deep breath.

You will. Skittles quietly answered. The response made Wolfie glance back at him in faint surprise.

That’s twice now that you’ve spoken. He inclined his head, studying the rabbit. Skittles bristled, pointedly looking away from him.

Don’t get used to it.

Wolfie snorted quietly.

Thank you.

Skittles huffed and settled down for the night.

You’re welcome.

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The dawn came much too early for Skittles liking. He stirred when he heard a faint rustling sound and blearily looked to see who had dared to disturb his rest. The glare mingled with his weariness would have been amusing if anyone had been awake to see it.

Wolfie was carefully trying to slip himself from underneath Wind, trying not to jostle the slumbering boy.

What are you doing? Skittles griped, voice heavy laden with sleep.

Wolfie paused, blinked, then faced him.

Moving.

And we’re sleeping, so if you don’t mind, move later.

I can’t.

Skittles growled, fixing the stupid wolf with a fierce glower, And why ever not?

Wolfie rolled his eyes.

Because, I was supposed to be on watch. And I need to make my rounds.

Skittles released a world-weary sigh, waving a paw at the wolf.

Fine, go. It’s your fault I’m awake now.

Wolfie finally managed to free himself with Skittles help. The bunny had gently lowered Wind’s head to the ground, bundling up a blanket and slipping it beneath the Hero so he wasn’t resting on the cold, hard, ground.

For all your grumpiness and griping, you truly are a kind and caring friend.

Skittles grumbled.

Not many would agree with you. Boy, his voice sure sounded warped when in animal-form. He was thankful for it, however. Now, off with you, mutt. He waved Wolfie away.

Mutt?!

Skittles expected Wolfie to leave and complete his rounds before everyone would awaken. He expected the wolf to trot away and check to ensure there were no monsters anywhere near camp.

What he hadn’t expected, was for the great beast to suddenly transform.

Into a Hylian.

A very familiar Hylian.

Poor Skittles was so taken aback by shock and disbelief from the unexpectedness of it all that he fell off his perch on a rock and crashed painfully onto the soil below. Twilight quickly leaped forward and snatched the unfortunate and stunned rabbit off the unforgiving ground.

“Sorry, Skittles,” Twilight apologized, drawing the rabbit up so they were looking eye-to-eye, “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Oh, he’d made a grave mistake. And Skittles would ensure he paid for it.

The Hero gave a startled and pained cry when Skittles recovered himself enough to punch his eye with a strength no rabbit should have.

The slumbering Heroes littered about camp jolted awake at the sound, some instinctively whipping out their swords or reaching for their weapons.

“What? What is it?” Warrior demanded, leaping to his feet in a split second. He had remarkable response time. They supposed it was to be expected.

Wild whipped his head round to look at Twilight in worry. “What’s wrong, Twi?” He demanded, scrambling to his feet. He gave pause when he saw a crumpled Skittles lying at Twilight’s feet and said Hylian rubbing at his throbbing eye with a scowl.

“Twilight?” Came Time’s calm voice. Four brushed his hair back from his face, settling back when he realized there were no monsters to be found or any other danger to be seen. Wind was sitting upright in his bedroll, confused and still a little drowsy.

Sky lowered his Master Sword and frowned curiously at the Ordonian who was muttering darkly under his breath. Skittles quickly gathered himself together and stood, clucking and growling fiercely at the Hylian. He even shook his paws as he practically chewed him out.

The sight was quite comical.

Hyrule blinked, quirking an eyebrow at the furious rabbit. His fur stood on end as the bunny bristled and continued on with his rant.

How he wished they could understand what he was saying.

“Your precious Skittles punched my eye, Wild,” Twilight growled, covering the right side of his pinched face. He kept his eye shut. That rabbit sure hadn’t shown him any mercy.

Wild promptly fixed him with a look, “You must have done something to deserve it.”

Twilight sputtered. The betrayal!

Time chuckled to himself while the other Heroes snickered. Wild wandered over and picked up the still fuming rabbit into his arms. He smoothed the fur along his back and pat his head a couple of times.

“There, there, Skittles,” The Hero soothed. The rabbit kept his dark glare fixed on Twilight, growling menacingly. The look rivaled that of Time’s disapproving eye!

“Wow, Twi, whatever did you do?” Warrior curiously asked when Skittles turned his head away and hooked his chin solidly on Wild’s shoulder, glowering.

“You’ve made him maaaad!” Wind sang with a giggle.

Twilight made to answer, the words on the tip of his tongue but he quickly caught himself. Clearing his throat and flashing Skittles a look of his own, he groused, “I may or may not have stepped on his tail.”

Skittles whipped around in Wild’s hold, a terrifying and deep growl tearing from him as he bit at Twilight. It was easy to tell what he was saying this time,

I will never forgive you!

“Note to self,” They heard Sky murmuring, “Never get on Skittles’ bad side.”

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daisy-dumpling · 5 years ago

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Wrote a little something as part of my Jojo Oc’s backstory, hope you enjoy!

⚠️⚠️WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: BULLYING,GENERAL ANGST, ABUSE,FAT SHAMING AND SAD TIMES⚠️⚠️

Art by @mariesmh

Name:Maica Yagi

Age:15

Birthday:Feb.14.1986

Place of Birth:Wakayama City, Japan

Nationality:Japanese

Race:Asian

Ethnicity:Hispanic

Height:5’3

MBTI:ISFJ

Parents: Kirumi Yagi and Armando Gordon (separated)

Stand:Mr.Lonely (Born stand user)

‘Ugh again? Oh well let’s just clean this up before anyone gets here” I thought looking at the now near regular sight of my desk littered with unoriginal yet hurtful words in black ink: Fat pig, Cunt, Die bitch, Godzilla, dumbass, Crazy and etc. Grabbing the useful rag (unlike the ones here at school) I kept in my backpack - a light blue thing covered in a strawberry pattern that Mom got me for my birthday- tossing it onto my shoulder then,made a beeline for the few cleaning supplies kept in the cabinet in the back of the classroom. ‘Of course,’ The one spray bottle I needed was too high for me to grab today ‘I need your help...’ With a squeak the tiny blob of slimy darkness with two pale white pupils peeked out from behind my back.Swiftly he stretched a part of his malleable form to the spray bottle I needed bringing it down into hands “Thanks...” I said tonelessly.

I called this creature: Mr. Lonely.

Since I could remember he’s been with me, back then I adored him, did nearly everything with him.That is until I told my parents and friends about him, I still remember; when my Dad came all the way from his place in Spain to go to go see a child psychologist with Mom, seeing her cry over the thought that I could be crazy or put into a sanitarium, and Dad giving a sad look just trying to comfort her even though they weren’t together anymore.I couldn’t bear seeing them like this, so I did what I had to do- I lied telling them I was fine, that I didn’t see him anymore and they looked so relieved at that.But I hated saying that, I hated him, so damn much but he was here and I had to live him till I was dead so I just tolerate him, some days I like him better than others though.All that talk of him however caught with me in middle school, the fact that I wasn’t exactly petite didn’t help either though.

Taking out my pink cassette player I started it up, putting in my earbuds and went to spraying down the wooden desk with my free hand before taking the rag off my shoulder wiping it down.

‘The school year is almost over,’

‘it’s the last year of middle school,’

‘We’ll all be going to different high schools’

‘Let’s just get through this.’

These were things I things often told myself to make it to the end of the day.Nobody was going to help, I tried but teachers see what they want to see and hear what they want to hear, and the thought of making Mom and Dad upset....

When the music started in my earbuds all my thoughts were put on hold when the first song started, ‘Can’t take my eyes off you’ By Frankie Valli. One of my favorites.

I liked the soft beginning to it and I couldn’t help but sway my body a little listening to the drum then when that lovely voice came in, oh it was blissful to put it mildly. But when the main part started, the tempo going I started moving my head side to side wiping away in sync with his wonderful voice.Even Mr. Lonely was bouncing to the tune happily (even though I wasn’t sure he could hear it, he probably could) By the time it faded away the desk was nearly done, I finished up the rest quickly when I noticed the time on the clock, putting away the supplies in their rightful places, I went and took a seat at my now clean desk listening to the rest of my favorites as the students started to file into the classroom.

The look in their eyes or rather lack of, they did their hardest to avoid me knowing something was wrong with me, not wanting to associate themselves with ‘The weird fat girl’, the ones that did speak to me were not kind to put it lightly, but I could handle it.Speak of the devil they’re here, the group of five girls talking amongst each other happily, one of which sat directly behind me. I could feel Mr.Lonely start to shake violently, letting out shrill screeches no one could hear but me, he acted like this every time I saw them “Keep it together” I told him harshly in a hushed voice. The feeling of my earbuds being suddenly yanked out came to my attention and I looked up to see it was one them, their leader: Leiko Oka.

I hated her the most out of all of them; conniving,cruel, with a kind looking smile always on her face that fooled many.

“Aw what are you doing? Are you talking to yourself?” She asked in that sweet patronizing voice of hers swinging the earbuds side to side in her grip.

Mr.Lonely let out a growl now and I could tell he was giving that glaring look without even looking at him “N-No...” I replied directing it towards Mr. Lonely as well to get him to stop “Oh good, I’d hate for you to become a further embarrassment to your existence.” She said smiling still tugging the wire off the desk causing the cassette player to fall off the desk

“Now come on smile Mai , you look like a troll when you frown.” With that she left to her seat ‘Don’t tell me smile’ I wanted to say but I couldn’t, it was almost over I shouldn’t start anything I wanted to scream and cry but I wasn’t going to give that satisfaction.Then I heard a snip from behind my head, feeling my hair there was a part missing, hearing a chuckle behind me I deduced that one of them just cut my hair, this was going to be another long day....

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‘Finally, the day is over’ Now that cleaning time was over I grabbed my backpack putting away the papers I received from the teacher in it, ‘fuck I failed with my math homework’ I thought since I was practically hopeless when it came to math, reading and writing? I excel but math? Nope.

“Sometimes I wish you could this for me.” I said aloud to Mr.Lonely who just let out another squeak, sitting on the desk somehow eating a leftover steamed bun from the bento container.

Mom’s pork buns were the best.Grabbing the container I put that away into my bag as well watching Mr.Lonely crawl up my arm towards my shoulder, eventually latching himself back onto my back like he always did, he seemed comfortable there.

‘ Ready to go’ slinging my backpack over my shoulder I headed to the door sliding it open, glancing into the hall seeing that most of the other students were already gone.Stepping out of the classroom making sure to close the door behind me and started walk down the hall

‘I wonder what I should now?’ Didn’t have any homework today, maybe ride down to the theater or go to the mall? Mom is going to home a bit later too-When I turned the corner for the stairs they were there. Of course they were there,standing by the stairs and now they’re looking at me “Hey! Mai! Why don’t you come over here? We got something for you!” Leiko called me over like I was a puppy

“Yeah it’s just for you!” One of her friends called with a giggle.

Did they really think I was that dumb? It’s been two years,whatever let’s just make an excuse and hopefully the worst that will happen is something getting tossed at me “I-I can’t....gotta get home to my Mom, she’s expecting me.” I could feel Mr.Lonely getting riled up behind me but I ignored him for now. Moving past them I avoided looking at them and was about walk down the stairs-a foot met my behind then, and my feet lost their footing.Now I was tumbling down fast, feeling every bump strike against my body and face until I slammed into the wall on the landing, thankfully the stairs weren’t too long since I was still alive.

Groaning slightly I was facedown on the landing, eyes were staring at the cold floor, the pain was stinging but overall it didn’t really bother me, I could handle the pain.When I started to lift myself up I could see some blood drip onto the floor, it was coming from my mouth and nose it felt like.” So rude!” I heard one of them say as the group enthusiastically walked down those stairs from the sound of it. The same foot that pushed me was now pressed against the side of my skull.

“You don’t just brush aside a gift! Apologize!” That damn voice hissed, again I wanted to sob and scream but the pride I had left wouldn’t allow it and I wouldn’t allow Mr.Lonely to come out now.

“What are you finally gonna cry? Huh?”

“Now, now,” I heard Leiko chime in

“I’m sure the piglet didn’t mean it, let’s just leave her to her filth I’ll leave the present right here.” She placed a crudely burnt plush keychain of a cat in front of my face, so that’s where my keychain went, figures.

“Now it’s more like you...Complete garbage!” Leiko said with her friends laughing almost like they had to.The pressure disappeared from my head then, along with the she devils who seemed to be talking about their own plans for today now.Once they were out of sight I lifted myself up again this time successful.Standing again I just stared down at the burnt cat ‘Damn I really liked that keychain,Maybe I can try to win another one in that crane game again’.I just left it there making sure I had my backpack-‘Shit there’s a crack in my glasses! How am I gonna explain this to Mom! I’ll just tell her that I dropped them that’s it!” Heading down I went to the nearest bathroom to see how bad the damage was, looking into the mirror I saw it didn’t seem too bad but...god I looked so pathetic...reaching into my bag I pulled out a couple of band aids and a paper towel from the dispenser, going to work on myself.Halfway through I started to shake, I fell to my knees, letting tears escape my eyes that I denied them.Sinking into the ground a ugly hoarse cry came from my throat and the tears just poured endlessly.I felt Mr.Lonely come again, he was the last thing I needed right now.

He started to move close to my face

“GO AWAY! I HATE YOU!” I snapped at him feeling him retract sadly and briefly I felt my vision change but I thought nothing of it.I was too busy crying my eyes on the floor of the girls bathroom....

#jojos bizarre adventure #oc #abuse tw #tw bullying #tw fat shaming #tw angst #tw sad

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snappedsky · 5 years ago

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Fanatics Adventures in Space Part 23

The Resisty make another pit stop. Previous! Next!

Pit Stop 2

Pepito stretches his arms high, sighing happily. “It feels so good to just wear a regular shirt again.”

“I hear that,” Gaz agrees from her bed, where she’s playing her GS3.

In his bed, Squee’s face is twisted with concentration as he carefully sews Shmee’s head back to his body. When he’s finished, he holds the repaired teddy bear out before him.

“There,” he chimes, “how do you feel?”

“Good as new,” Shmee replies, “you?”

“Same,” Squee smiles.

Almost everyone was pretty injured after their time on Irk. Zim, Pepito, Kio, and Johnny were the only ones who managed to escape with almost no injuries but they were just as exhausted- except for Johnny. They slept for days before Shmoopy had to wake them so they could eat. Even after that, they were sore and achy. But now they all feel back to normal as they head home.

“Hey, where are Zim and Dib?” Squee asks as he clutches Shmee to his chest.

“In the hangar bay with Kio, gushing over our new ship,” Gaz replies with annoyance.

“Okay, but it is pretty awesome though,” Pepito points out, “I mean, we have our own ship! We can go into space whenever we want!”

“Yeah, but I think when we get back home, I’ll have had my fill of space,” Squee argues.

“Yeah,” he agrees, as he collapses on his bed. “Me too.”

They all lie in silence for a few moments, the only sound coming from Gaz’s game. Then an announcement plays over the intercom.

“Warning: incoming planet.”

“A planet?” Pepito questions.

“Must be a pit stop,” Squee replies.

“Should we go check it out?” “Meh, I’m good here,” Gaz shrugs.

“Me too,” Squee agrees.

Just as they start to relax again, the door opens and Tenna walks in, while Johnny and Devi wait in the doorway.

“Come on, guys, a new planet,” Tenna says excitedly.

“So what?” Gaz grunts, “Lard Nar won’t let us off the ship, remember?” “We can still go look,” she insists, “you guys haven’t done anything since we left Irk. You only leave this room to eat.”

“What are ya, my mother?” Pepito snorts.

“Hey!” he exclaims as Tenna tugs him to his feet by his shirt.

“Unlike your mother, I don’t mind shoving you around,” she says cheerfully, pushing him towards the door.

She faces Gaz, who glares at her over her Game Slave. Tenna starts to waver until Devi steps in and glares back. Gaz falters for a second, then groans and gets up, turning off her game.

Finally, the two women look at Squee, who raises his hands in surrender and stands up.

“If it makes you feel any better,” Johnny says, “I don’t really wanna go either.”

Together, the six of them head through the ship to the main door. Lard Nar is already there, arguing with Zim, Dib, and Kio.

“The Battalion is banned from leaving the ship,” Nar declares.

“What? Why?” Zim snaps.

“Eh, last pit stop we kind of…incited a riot,” Dib admits sheepishly.

“Oh. Well, Zim wasn’t here for that.”

“You think I trust you to behave?” Nar scoffs, “we’re still in Irken controlled space and you’re the biggest wanted criminal. You’re all staying on board.”

“I…actually agree,” Kio says as she steps forward.

“What?” everyone exclaims in surprise, even Nar.

“Because we’re racing the Armada, we have to take a different route than before,” she explains, “so this stop we’re making is…a lot more dangerous than the last one. It’s in a ‘bad neighborhood’ you can say. I don’t wanna risk there being any…problems.”

“Yes. Yes, exactly,” Nar agrees, “it’s for everyone’s safety.”

Zim glowers in annoyance.

“Okay, but can we at least go outside?” Tenna suggests, “it kind of sucks being cooped up here for so long.”

Kio groans with uncertainty.

“What if we promise to stay by the ship?” she adds.

“No-,” Nar starts to say.

“Alright,” Kio replies, cutting him off.

“Kio!”

“Well, they are right. It does suck being stuck in here for so long,” she says, “as long as you all stay by the ship at all times, you can go outside.”

“Thank you!” Tenna beams excitedly.

“Feh,” Zim scoffs.

Lard Nar opens the hatch and everyone walks out. They’ve landed on another asteroid stop- like the last pit stop they made- but while it has the same breathtaking view of space, the stop itself isn’t quite as opulent.

There aren’t nearly as many brightly lit signs. Buildings are visibly run down, with lots of cracks and various other damages. There aren’t nearly as many people wandering about, and those that are here are just hanging around, looking menacing. But the biggest difference becomes apparent as soon as everyone is coming down the ramp. “Whoa!” Dib laughs as he hovers briefly in the air between each step.

“Oh, yes, I forgot to mention,” Kio says while the kids hop into the air. “Gravity is much weaker here so be very careful. Do not jump too high or-.”

“Woo!” Pepito cheers, cutting her off as he jumps up. He goes higher than ship before floating back down.

“Pepito!” Kio scolds, “that’s exactly what I was gonna say not to do. If you jump too high, you risk going outside the atmosphere. So be careful.”

“Right, sorry,” he smiles apologetically.

She sighs. “Now we’re gonna gather some supplies. Remember to stay by the ship.”

Everyone nods and Kio and Nar leave together.

Dib, Gaz, Squee, and Pepito occupy themselves by leaping into the air, doing flips and twists. Devi, Tenna, and Johnny sit on the ramp and watch them with amusement. Zim stays on the ground and glowers at the shopping center, pouting not unlike a dog that’s been confined to a kennel. It doesn’t help that all the loiterers are blatantly glaring back at him. They have some nerve, eyeballing an Irken like this.

Zim is so focused on glaring at each and every one of them, he doesn’t notice Skoodge, Gir, and Minimoose come down the ramp.

“Masta!” Gir exclaims, startling Zim as he latches onto his head.

“Gah. Where have you three been?” Zim asks as he peels Gir off.

“Around,” Skoodge shrugs, “why are we stopping at this backspace asteroid stop?” “Trying to keep the Armada off our trail,” he replies, “I don’t like it though. Irkens aren’t respected in this part of the galaxy.”

Skoodge looks out and narrows his eyes at the many glares they’re receiving. The onlookers have gotten even antsier now that a second Irken showed up.

“Mmm…maybe we should go back inside?” Skoodge suggests, trying not to show how nervous he is.

“No way. I’m not giving them the satisfaction,” Zim growls, intensifying his glare.

“Hmm. We-well, I’m gonna see if there’s anything I can do to help with repairs,” Skoodge says before hobbling off under the ship.

Zim continues his stare-off with the onlookers. A large, blob-like alien starts to step forward when Dib lands in front of Zim, surprising him.

“Come on, Zim, stop pouting,” he says, “Kio will find the supplies we need. So let’s enjoy this break while we got it, cause I doubt we’ll be stopping again until Earth.”

“You guys are way too amused by this low gravity,” Zim comments, “Zim has been on planets with absolutely no gravity before.”

“So then you weren’t really ‘on’ the planet, you were ‘near’ the planet,” Pepito remarks.

Zim glares at him before continuing to brag. “Besides, none of you can jump as high as I can.”

“Kio told us not to jump too high,” Squee points out.

“That is not a fear for me,” he states, “watch.”

He bends his knees and leaps into the air. He sails up over the ship and so close to the vacuum bubble surrounding the asteroid, his antennae pierce the force field.

“Wow,” the kids comment, half-sarcastic half-genuine.

Zim beams as he sinks back down and looks out towards the shopping center. He can see for quite a ways up here.

Wait. His eyes narrow suspiciously. Where’s that blob alien?

Zim looks around frantically as he lands on the ground, a bad feeling in his squeedly spooch. A lot of the aliens that were glaring at him before are gone. Did they feel their glaring contest was over when Zim stopped paying attention? Maybe that’s it…

“What’s wrong?” Squee asks, immediately sensing Zim’s tension.

“Uh,” he replies dumbly, too distracted to form words.

The undeniable sound of lasers blasts are heard on the other side of the ship, grabbing everyone’s attention.

“What was that?” Devi asks.

Wasting no time, everyone races around the ship towards the source of the sound. But when they get to the other side, all they find is a Resisty member lying on the ground, dazed but otherwise unharmed.

“Are you alright?” Dib asks as he helps them up. “What happened?”

“A-a group of aliens ambushed us,” they reply, “they took Skoodge! He tried to fight them off but there were too many of them!”

“What? Where’d they go?” Zim demands.

“I-I don’t know. They knocked me out before they left.”

The Battalion share a definitive look.

“Gir, find Skoodge!” Zim orders.

“Yes, sir!” Gir salutes, briefly switching to duty mood, before giggling and flying off. Everyone follows close behind.

“What about Kio?” Tenna asks.

“She’ll understand,” Squee replies.

“How does Skoodge always get into these messes?” Gaz groans.

They race through the shopping center which is thankfully not very crowded. Gir flies through the air, his eyes scanning the area, taking in loads of information. Finally, after a couple minutes, he flips to the ground and points dramatically at a rundown, seemingly empty building. It’s got no windows and only one automatic door.

“Are you su-?” Devi starts to ask but before she can finish, Zim blasts through the door and the rest of the Battalion quickly follows.

“Where is Skoodge!” Zim demands, laser guns at the ready.

The building is only one room filled with about twenty different aliens. Five of them are sitting around a table that’s holding piles of what appear to be strange coins and the aliens are holding holographic cards. They all jump up in shock from the sudden intrusion.

“Um…” Squee hums with uncertainty as Gir flies past his head.

“Wee!” he cheers and lands on the table, grabbing a handful of cards.

“Goddammit,” Gaz snaps, “Skoodge isn’t here. Gir just wanted to play cards.”

“Dammit, Gir,” the others kids all mutter angrily as they lower their weapons. The aliens all start talking, frantic and angry.

“I didn’t bring my translator; what are they saying?” Dib asks.

“Uh they’re angry we interrupted their game,” Zim replies.

Quickly, the word ‘Irken’ is heard amidst the alien babble.

“And they don’t like I’m Irken,” he adds.

“Yeah, I think we got that,” Pepito grunts.

The kids start to back away from the approaching aliens when a giant plasma beam blasts through the buildings just to their right. Everyone jumps back with surprise and look towards where the beam would’ve come from.

“That must be Skoodge,” Dib says.

“Gir, heel!” Zim orders as they run off.

“Aw,” he whines but follows them.

Everyone jumps into the large trench in the ground created by the beam. Johnny lags behind and snarls at the aliens as they start following.

“Come on,” Squee insists with annoyance, pulling him after them.

They all race along towards the end of the trench, where they spot Skoodge, doubled over and panting.

“Skoodge!” Zim barks.

“Guys!” he exclaims happily.

He jumps down into the trench to meet them, but as they gather together, they notice the surrounding streets filling with greatly disgruntled aliens. They grumble angrily as they glare at the Battalion.

Squee gulps. “I’m uh guessing they’re unhappy about all this destruction.” “That about sums it up,” Zim replies.

“I think we’d better get back to the ship,” Devi states.

Aliens start jumping into the trench to attack. Zim’s spider legs extend from his PAK and knock a group of them over, clearing a path. The Battalion quickly scramble out of the trench and race down the street.

Meanwhile, Kio and Lard Nar exit a store, carrying armfuls of groceries.

“There, we got everything,” Kio chimes.

“And without incident,” Nar adds happily, “now we just have to get back to the ship and-.”

He’s cut off when the Battalion race by, shouting fearfully, quickly followed by a large mob of angry aliens.

The groceries fall from Nar’s arms as he hangs his head in shame.

“Hey! I think we just passed Kio!” Dib exclaims.

“Well, we can’t exactly stop to pick her up,” Gaz points out.

“I’ll get her,” Pepito says and spreads his wings. He takes off but shouts in surprise as he shoots a little too high.

“Whoa, flying in low gravity is weird,” he comments as he struggles to maintain his balance. He clumsily flies back to where Kio and Nar are and lands beside them.

“Hey, guys,” he pants, smiling weakly.

“Pepito, what the stars is going on?” Kio demands.

“No time to explain,” he replies quickly, “we gotta get back to the ship.”

Neither Kio nor Nar can argue and they hold onto Pepito as he takes off again. They cling to him as he quickly but clumsily flies past the mob, the Battalion, and all the way back to the ship.

“Get inside, get it started,” he orders as they land on the ramp. Nar races inside while Pepito and Kio wait for the others.

“Here they come,” Kio exclaims as they round the corner.

“Lift the ramp, lift the ramp!” Zim orders frantically, waving his arms.

Kio dashes inside and presses the ‘door close’ button. Zim and Squee- with Skoodge, Gir, and Minimoose- are the first to make it before it get too high. With the help of the low gravity, Dib and Gaz leap up and land on it, sliding inside. Finally, Johnny, Devi, and Tenna manage to jump and grab hold of the edge.

The ship’s engines turn on as they struggle to pull themselves inside. The ship starts lifting up when Devi exclaims in surprise from something grabbing her ankle. She looks down at a scrawny, snarling alien hanging off her.

“You fuckin’-,” she snaps and kicks them in the face, knocking them off. As she watches them plummet to the ground getting farther and farther away, Johnny grabs the back of her shirt and yanks her over the ramp just before it finishes closing. The two of them, with Tenna, all tumble to the ship floor.

“Woo, that was close,” Tenna comments brightly.

“Indeed,” Lard Nar grunts, none too pleased as he stands over them.

They quickly jump to their feet and stand next to the kids, who are prepared for a good scolding.

“How in the SIX GALAXIES did you manage to incite another riot!” Nar barks.

“Okay, but this one wasn’t our fault,” Pepito insists.

“This,” he snaps, pointing accusingly as Zim. “-is exactly why none of you were allowed to leave the ship. And now, you definitely are NEVER leaving the ship!”

“You can’t decide that,” Zim retorts.

“Ship commander,” Nar points out as he walks away. “I can decide whatever I want.”

Zim glowers after him, muttering angrily. Kio clears her throat, grabbing his attention.

“On a higher note,” she says as she holds up cloth bags filled with mechanical parts. “I got the parts you wanted for your new ship.”

Zim and Dib beam ecstatically and grab the bags.

“We have to get started right now!” Dib exclaims and races down the hall.

“Hey, wait for Zim!” Zim orders, taking off after him. Kio smiles and follows at a much more leisurely pace with Skoodge, Gir, and Minimoose. Gaz, Pepito, Squee, Johnny, Devi, and Tenna watch them leave apathetically.

“I’m going back to our room,” Gaz grunts and starts walking away.

“Yeah, same,” Pepito sighs as they all follow.

“For the record, this is the kind of thing that happens when we leave,” Squee states, pointing at Tenna.

“He’s not wrong,” Devi shrugs.

Tenna pouts childishly but doesn’t argue as they go back to their room.

#invader zim #invader zim fanfiction #johnny the homicidal maniac #johnny the homicidal maniac fanfiction #iz jthm crossover #my ocs #my art

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valkyrieofsmut · 6 years ago

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Bucky x Avenger!OFC

Descriptions: Bucky finds a half dead kitten on a mission an brings it home, Dawn helping him nurse it back to life and keep it hidden from Tony. Over time, he has started coming out of his shell, and realizes some feelings that he didn’t know he had. So, did he save the kitten, or did the kitten save him?

Types: Fluff, a bit of romance, NO smut!!!

Prompt: This is a gift for my Secret Santa-ee, @rivertam-art I hope you like it and merry Christmas!!!

Warnings: Fluff- like, so much fluff...

Words: 6242

A/n- Note at the end...

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Story!

The gunfire was deafening, shattering any semblance of silence.

Bucky pushed the limp body of an unconscious enemy soldier from him, an unnoticed shiver moving through his spine in the freezing weather.

Snow fell around them, covered the ground, filled the area, up to Bucky’s knees, sticking to his tactical pants, his boots, his hair, all over him. The shiver caused him a moment’s hesitation, which caused him to miss the large piece of scrap metal flying through the air toward his head.

Twenty minutes later, Bucky’s eyes snapped open. A disturbing quiet filled the air.

Silence.

Nothingness that filled the air, audibly and visually.

Darkness surrounded him, until his eyes adjusted enough to focus on the light fluffy flakes falling straight down on his body and face.

He didn’t feel cold.

Bucky closed his eyes, accepting the darkness, waiting for it to devour him. It had been a long time, but he was at peace- he was ready.

His ears adjusted and Bucky heard the slight, nearly silent, swooshing that didn’t quite break the silence. The sound of snow falling- of nothingness. Emptiness.

A tiny sound broke through the silence. It came again. And again. It was quiet, but still a complaint. It cut through the quiet and made Bucky open his eyes. The tiny, sharp complaint radiated from a single point, but echoed off of whatever obstacle was around what was making the noise.

Bucky pushed himself up, pulled himself from the ground, stood and stumbled through the piles of snow.

He had to stop the noise. He had to stop the little plaintive sound that was stopping him from relaxing into oblivion in this God forsaken place far from home.

Snow kicked up around him as he stumbled, sending sprays of white up into the blackness around him. The noise got a little louder the closer he got to it, but the vast emptiness around him told him that he was alone.

Still alone.

Always alone.

His breath puffed out in a cloud in front of him, and he stopped, seeing a dark spot- a little hollow next to a bush. The noise was coming from the spot, and Bucky looked down, seeing a glimmer in the dark.

“Mew,” came the tiny sound again. Bucky looked down, stock still except for his breath clouding around him. A small, dark, matted thing was there, one little leg poking out as the shivering, wet, freezing bundle of fur tumbled forward, landing nearly on it’s face. “Mew!” It cried, looking up at Bucky.

There were no tracks, not even old ones. It was alone. It was crying for help, begging for him to help- asking him to save it…

But he was destruction.

He was also abandoned and going to be on his way out. He couldn’t help the ragged little thing. There was nothing he could do for it- except make it quick and painless.

Bucky’s gloved hands scooped up the shivering little blob of wet fur, holding it up to his eyes. A wide, pink mouth surrounded by sharp little teeth opened as a squeaky mew left it.

Begging for help.

Begging for life.

Begging for love.

Warmth.

Bucky could give what little warmth he had to the kitten, his last, dying warmth. He opened his coat, unsnapping, buckling, and zipping what he needed to, opening the flap a sliver, feeling the freezing air hit his warm chest. He tucked the little wet bundle against him, looking down and watching it huddle against him and mew.

“Hey, Bucky, there you are!” Dawn called, her feet crunching through the snow. Bucky looked up to see the form coming toward him. “Are you ok?” She asked. Bucky turned and looked at her, his hands around the now only slightly open line in the front of his coat. “Aww! Look at the little thing! It’s so tiny!” She reached toward him and touched the lump in his coat.

Bucky was a little stiff, but the more Dawn fussed about how cute the little bump on his front was, even though she couldn’t really see anything, the more relaxed about her knowing he felt.

“C’mon Bucky,” Dawn said, her hand going to his arm, seeming to spread warmth from it though there was no way he could feel it with her gloves and his coat in the way, “we gotta get you two to the jet. Get you two warmed up.” Bucky mostly closed his coat, keeping as much warmth inside as he could, and he noticed that you really couldn’t see any lump or anything from the kitten.

Bucky sat in the back, away from the others, and Dawn came back to him, bringing a clean, dry shirt she pulled from her go bag, pushing it into his coat and rubbing it a little roughly over the kitten.

“What’re you up to over there?” Clint asked suggestively with a smirk.

Dawn raised a brow and looked at him. “I shoved some snow down Bucky’s jacket, and now I feel bad about it,” she told him.

Clint shook his head and walked away.

Dawn watched him go, then took the kitten from Bucky’s jacket, making a jolt of electricity shoot through him as her hand brushed his chest. She held the wet little body in the shirt, rubbing the shirt on both sides of it, drying it off, and making it move around a little, more alert. Long, mostly dry fur stood out around the kitten in tangled spikes, but it was moving, and Dawn pulled a small scrap of fabric around it, bundling it up and tucking it back into Bucky’s coat and closing it.

Bucky watched her, his eyes following her movements. “Why did you do that?” He asked softly.

“To make sure the kitten’s blood was flowing,” she answered, just as softly, “it’s something you have to do sometimes when they’re born, too.”

“I meant lie to Clint,” Bucky told her.

“Oh,” Dawn said, looking up to him, then adjusting his coat a little. “Tony would probably freak out if he knew you were bringing some strange animal home.”

Bucky nodded as he thought about that. “True. Same could be said for you.”

Dawn smirked up at him. “Are you calling me an animal?”

“No,” Bucky shook his head, “me.”

Dawn lifted a brow. “Strange as you may be, you are not a stranger. And you’re not an animal.” Bucky looked away. “Bucky,” she said, trying to get his attention, saying his name again as a warning so that he looked at her. “You’re not an animal.”

… … …

Bucky sat in his room, a place that no one other than Steve had entered since he moved into it.

The tiny kitten was against his chest, held there by his shirt. His body ran warm, ever since the serum, and he hoped that it would help the little body warm up and recover.

There was a knock at his door and Bucky froze, wrapping a blanket around his shoulders and crossing his arms to better hold and hide the lump. He opened the door and saw Dawn standing there as though she were carrying contraband; a plastic shopping bag on her arm, trying to look inconspicuous as she looked around.

“Hi!” She said sweetly as she looked up. She peeked into the room and looked around. “Can I come in?”

Confusion pressed into Bucky’s brow as he leaned away from the door, making enough room for her to enter. Why had she knocked on his door?

Dawn walked over to his bed and sat down, setting the bag beside her and opening it. “I brought some things.” Bucky went to the bed and sat next to her, looking into the frail looking plastic. She grinned up at him and held out a hand for the kitten. “Where is it?” Bucky silently opened the blanket and took the small, also frail looking, kitten from his shirt, putting it in her hand. “Poor baby… looks like it’s not doing very well…”

“I tried to feed it,” Bucky told her, for some reason feeling like he needed to defend himself. “It wouldn’t eat.”

“Feed it what?” She asked, glancing up at him.

“Tuna…”

“Ah, well… he,” she said as she held it up and lifted it’s tail, “is too little to eat tuna.”

“How can you tell it’s a he,” Bucky asked, surprised by her knowledge.

Dawn turned the kitten and rubbed her finger over his nose, then down to rub over his body. “Boys look like a colon, girls look like a semicolon,” she shrugged. “Anyway, he needs milk.” She handed the kitten back to Bucky and dug around in the bag, pulling out some things and going to his bathroom, talking to him as she walked. “He’s still a little cold, but it makes sense if he hasn’t eaten in a while. Keep him close to you while I get this all set up. He should be warm enough to eat.” The water ran for a bit, and when she came back through the door, she had a towel over her shoulder and was holding a tiny bottle upside down and watching the bottle drip onto her wrist.

Bucky silently watched her, seeing her nod and then stick the bottle in her bra between her breasts, making him blush. She sat next to him and pulled the towel across her legs. “Ok, let’s check him out.” Bucky handed the kitten to her, and watched her shift everything around to get it comfortable before pulling the bottle out of her bra and holding it for the kitten. “Come on, little guy,” she tried to encourage him, but the kitten wouldn’t take the nipple, no matter how she held his head. “Ok,” she said simply, laying back on the bed, grabbing Bucky’s pillows to prop herself up so she could still look down at the kitten. She pulled the towel up onto her belly and chest, holding the bottle and kitten near each other, letting a drop of the milk get on the kitten’s closed lips. The kitten licked his lips and realized what was happening. He immediately went for the nipple, latching on without Dawn having to do much.

Bucky realized that he was staring down at her, and laid next to her, trying not to look intimidating while watching the kitten suckling. “Why lay down?” He asked.

She shrugged. “More surface area for the kitten to lay on; you don’t have a table, and we can’t go out to the kitchen. Warmer up here, too.” Bucky’s hand drifted closer to the little bundle of fur that she had started brushing with a toothbrush. The kitten started kneading her, it’s little eyes closed and toes working against the towel covering her as it seemed to smile around the bottle’s nipple. “So, have you named him yet?”

Bucky’s eyes shot up to hers, but she was still watching the kitten, making sure to keep him at the correct angle, on his belly with his head up, brushing his fur to detangle it and encourage him to keep feeding. “It’s only been a day.”

“Yeah- and?” She asked.

Bucky just looked back to the kitten, pulling his hand back and turning to look up at the ceiling, sitting up after a moment as he started to feel vulnerable. “I haven’t thought about it.”

Silence surrounded them until Dawn broke it softly. “Little kitten,” she hummed as she stroked him with the toothbrush. “Petit chaton… petit sauvetage… Safe now. Loved now…” {little kitten, tiny rescue}

Bucky couldn't take his eyes from her, watching how gentle she was with the kitten. When it was done eating, she changed the towel to over her shoulder again and laid the kitten over it, thrumming her fingers along the kitten's back, tiny little tapping until he let out a few small sounds that Bucky would guess were the kitten version of burps.

Dawn smiled at the kitten and brushed her finger over his nose before turning and handing him to Bucky. “So, three or four times a day, that much,” she told him, pointing at a line on the bottle, “just follow the instructions, keep the bottle at about forty five degrees, it'll be fine. He'll let you know when he's done.”

“How do you know all this?” Bucky asked.

She shrugged like it wasn't a big deal. “I had a cat who had two litters of kittens when I was little, and after seeing the miracle of birth, I decided that I wanted to be a veterinarian for a while.”

Bucky was a little surprised to hear that she was so caring as a child, but then it made sense; she was still a very caring person.

… … …

Dawn rolled over from her phone, looking up at the ceiling. “What?” She asked.

“Mr. Barnes is calling for you.”

“From where?” She asked, sitting up.

“His room,” FRIDAY answered.

“Alright, let him know I'll be there in just a moment.” She stood from the bed and straightened herself out before heading to Bucky’s room.

The door opened nearly immediately when she knocked. “He won't stop mewing,” Bucky told her.

Dawn’s brow twitched, and she stepped into the room, moving toward where the kitten was sitting on the bed, mewing miserably at them. She could see how concerned Bucky was about the kitten, though he was hiding it pretty well, and she didn't think she'd ever seen him so concerned about anything, other than maybe Steve, before.

“Every time I put him down, he cries, but I have to go train with Steve. He gave me a few days off due to nearly freezing to death, but I have to go today,” he told her as he stepped next to her.

Dawn picked the kitten up and held him against her chest, but he immediately tried to climb over her shoulder to get to Bucky. Dawn giggled and leaned close enough that his chest touched the back of her shoulder, and the kitten jumped across onto him. Dawn felt shivers wiggle in her stomach at the touch, unaware that Bucky had the same wiggles. “He just wants to be on you,” she said, her giggles getting louder when she turned around and saw the kitten burrowing against Bucky's chest. “So cute!” She murmured.

Bucky looked up at her with a worried expression. “What do I do?”

“I'll watch him, you go train,” she answered.

“What if he just keeps mewing?”

“It'll be ok,” she told him.

Bucky set the kitten in her hands when she held them out, and he climbed to curl up against her chest, right over her heart. Bucky didn't realize that's where the kitten was before, but now that he saw it on her, he realized that the kitten laid over his heart, too, something he always seemed to forget existed.

When Bucky returned, he found the two of them cuddled up on the bed, the kitten tucked against her chest, under her arm. He actually felt his lips lift in a smile at the tender scene on his bed.

… … …

Bucky opened the can of can food, tossing the can and the lid in the bathroom garbage after emptying it into a small bowl. The kitten ran from where he had been waiting to ambush Bucky, hidden behind the pillows on the bed, pouncing on the floor next to the bowl and sniffing at the food before rubbing against Bucky's leg. Bucky sat on the floor and stoked the kitten's back, giving a scratch, and he climbed up and settled himself against Bucky's chest, giving him no choice but to hold him- over his heart.

There was a knock at the door and Bucky looked up nervously, worried about who was there. “Who is it?”

“It's me,” Dawn called through the door.

“Come in,” Bucky answered, and she did, smiling when she saw the kitten on his chest.

“He really likes it there, huh?” Bucky shrugged. “Well, come on, we need to go out; presents and stuff,” she told him.

“I- I can't leave him here,” Bucky told her.

Dawn chewed the inside of her lip for a moment, then asked, “he hasn't stopped crying when you leave after three weeks?” Bucky shook his head, his hand covering the kitten protectively. Dawn held back her chuckle, but couldn't stop the grin. “You're his Sauveur,” she told him. “He doesn't want to leave you behind, or you to leave him behind.” {Savior}

Bucky grimaced at the kitten, but followed Dawn's suggestion and bundled up a bit, keeping the kitten in his coat, cuddled against his chest.

No one noticed or commented, and it became the norm; Bucky carried the kitten with him, hidden under a sweater and his jacket or coat wherever he went, except when he left him with Dawn when he had to train.

Finally, Christmas eve morning came and the tower was full of the sound of laughter as Wanda made cookies with Vision's help, trying to explain to him that just because the recipe said this much, it didn't always end up being exactly right, and Tony and Bruce talked about the experiment they were working on to make a special, super amazing Christmas tree.

“But, is it going to be done before Christmas?” Dawn demanded.

Tony waved his hand at her. “Not if you keep distracting me. How am I supposed to get anything done when everyone comes to me with their problems? Can no one live without me?” He asked, his face turning to the ceiling as though in despair, and Bruce snorted in laughter.

“You love it, and you know it, you big attention vacuum!” Dawn told him.

“Wait, wouldn't that mean that there is a lack of attention here?” Bruce asked, waving his hand in a circle in Tony's direction.

“No, I mean that he sucks it all up!” Dawn insisted, her hands going to her hips.

Tony smirked at her. “You know it, babe!”

Dawn noticed Bucky where he had stopped, pondering the tightening in his gut at the endearment, and declared, “I'm going to get a freaking Christmas tree, Bucky's going to help me bring it home- and there's nothing you can do about it!”

Tony smirked over at the two of them as she headed toward Bucky. “Ok, but don't cry when our tree is better!”

“I won't, because you won't even have a tree!” She called back to him, slipping her arm through Bucky's and leading him to the elevator.

“We'll see about that!” Tony called back.

The kitten poked his face out of Bucky's coat and Dawn giggled, petting his nose before Bucky urged him back into his coat. “Let's get lunch first, I'm starving,” Dawn suggested, and Bucky smiled, following her through the door and out into the cold, snowy weather.

Bucky was worried about if anyone found out about the kitten as they walked around, but Dawn just bit her lip to hide her smile and fed him a piece of chicken when he stuck his head out at the restaurant, and most of the people wandering around either didn't notice the tiny kitten face poking out of his coat or they awwed and asked to pet him.

Bucky was sure that his face was stuck in a permanent smile by the time they got back to the tower.

He hauled in the huge tree that Dawn had picked out, and they spent the night decorating it after everyone else had gone to bed.

“Just the star left, or angel,” Dawn said, looking at their hard work.

Bucky bit his lip and looked at her, knowing that back in the day, before Hydra, he would have made a comment on her not fitting on the top, and that would usually lead to a kiss, and suddenly, he wondered whether he wanted to kiss her, or if he was just remembering his past self.

“Do you think the kitten will stay there long enough, or jump down?” She teased, and he realized that she had done the same thing, but with the kitten, and he smiled, pulling the kitten from his coat and going to hand him to her, but the kitten jumped and in a panic of dropping him, Bucky's hand landed on her shoulder, with the kitten, who had then proceeded to flail and get him, and Bucky's hand, tangled in her hair.

They looked at each other and burst out laughing.

Bucky looked up and saw the mirth on Dawn's face, feeling his heart swell at it's sweetness.

They went to bed, and Bucky couldn't help but smile as he thought about the smile on Dawn's face.

The sun hadn't even started over the horizon when Christmas music started blasting out of the speakers in the tower, the lights flashing red, green, blue and white.

There was a mass grumbling as everyone got up and made their ways to the common area.

“Damn it, Tony!” Nat yelled over the music, throwing a pillow and hitting him in the head. Steve was not happy either, but he was much more polite about it, and Clint was aiming an arrow at Tony.

“I thought we discussed that we weren't doing this?” Bruce grumbled as he rubbed his eyes. Dealing with Tony could be so wearing some days, even this early in the morning.

The music and lights stopped- of course Tony never want to drown himself out. He just smiled his “give me all your funding” smile, the one he used at fundraising events and the like, dressed immaculately in a perfectly tailored suit, hair perfectly quaffed. “And then, after you went to bed, I decided I was!” He told Bruce. “Everyone gather close! And smiiiileee!” He called out, giving a reputation making smirk to a wall. Everyone else turned to see what he was looking at, and jumped at the flash that came from the spot on the wall.

“Tony- you ass!” Natasha snapped, her hand shooting forward to smack him in the back of the head.

Bucky turned and went back to his room, his eyes scanning for Dawn, but not seeing her. He hurried, knowing that the kitten would be crying; he'd had to quickly set him down to run out and knock some sense into Tony for his stupid stunt and how much it was upsetting the kitten. He opened the door and saw Dawn sitting on the floor, dragging a jingling cat toy across the floor around her.

“Sorry, I was coming to see you, but he was crying,” she told him when she looked up at him with a smile.

Bucky felt warmth fill him at her smile, and it was reflected on his face. “S’ok, doll.”

Dawn showed him the tiny little stocking she had gotten for the kitten and filled with presents.

The kitten was busy jumping all over the little mouse filled with catnip when Dawn looked up at the window and gasped in delight. She climbed from the floor, Bucky catching her as her sleeping foot tried to trip her on the way to the window, and looked out next to her when she peeked through the shade.

“Whatcha lookin’ at, doll?” He asked.

“It's snowing!” Bucky looked over at the ecstatic look on her face, smiling in her radiated joy. “God- the city is so loud... I wish there was somewhere quiet we could go and listen to the snow,” she murmured.

The way her face fell a little made a strange yearning to see it again fill him. “I know a place,” he told her quietly.

“You do?” She asked.

Bucky chuckled as a small smirk crossed his lips. “You forget how long I've lived here; I know where everything is, and where it use to be.”

Dawn smiled again, but it wasn't the same smile; happy, laughing, but lacking the same wonder and amazement. “Let's go, then!” She declared.

They got bundled up and headed out to the spot Bucky had meant, walking through the streets, eventually heading through a park and ending at the edge of a river. They turned and headed along the frozen bank, her following him down the small trail cut through the snow. He stopped and Dawn was so busy watching her feet that she ran into him, and he had to catch her so she didn't fall in the snow.

“Thanks,” she said with a bright smile. Bucky continued on, this time with her holding his hand, so she didn't fall. “It's a pretty popular place, huh?” She asked.

“Just to me,” Bucky answered, stopping and letting her see the patch of clean ground under the edge of the bridge they'd come up to without her paying much attention.

There was a large concrete block there, and Bucky gestured for her to sit first, sitting next to her with a polite space between them. After a moment of silence as they looked out over the banks on both sides of the river and the river, it was quiet enough that they could hear the soft sound of snow falling. Silence floated around them, but it was a comfortable silence that Bucky found himself often looking over to Dawn in, his heart swelling with warmth at the joyful look on her face. He realized that he was staring and quickly looked away, but noticed a shiver wrack through her body.

“I should have brought a blanket,” Bucky murmured.

“It's ok, you didn't think of it. Neither did I,” she shrugged. “If I was smart I would have brought my own space heater, like the kitten did,” she chuckled.

Bucky felt his cheeks heat, and his hand went to his coat, unzipping it and holding it a little open. “I think he'd be ok with sharing,” he murmured softly, looking down, unable to meet her gaze.

“Are you sure?” She asked, biting her lip.

Bucky looked over to her, and saw the hope mostly hidden in her expression. Bucky’s cheeks warmed a little more, and his lips turned up in a smile as he looked back to the ground. “He's not saying no…”

Dawn scooted closer to him, ducking under his arm and huddling against him. “He's so lucky to have such a good protector,” Dawn said, her gloved fingers reaching out to brush over the little kitten’s nose where it was poking out of his coat.

Something was making Bucky’s guts twist up in knots, something that he suspected had to do with the warm body leaning against his side. He tightened his arm around her, using the excuse of keeping her warm.

It was freezing outside, so they only stayed out for a couple of hours, heading back through the snow, Dawn holding Bucky's hand the whole way this time, not wanting to trip over nothing in the fading light.

It was dark when they made it back to the tower, and the smell of delicious food was filling the whole floor when they arrived, and they saw that Sam had joined them, standing in the walkway between them and the team's rooms.

Bucky lead the way, quiet as usual, and the others were talking amongst themselves, laughing and setting up the food on the counter.

“Finally, Tinman, where've you been keeping Dawn's light all day?” Sam joked offhand, looking back to Tony as they shared a laugh.

Bucky didn't know why Sam teasing him made his jaw clench; he usually shot it back at him, but bringing Dawn into it changed things.

There was a tiny rumbling against Bucky's chest, and his brow quirked in confusion at the strange sensation.

Dawn rolled her eyes as she followed Bucky past the others, but he froze in his tracks as a tiny hiss sounded from his chest. His eyes darted down to see that his coat was still a little open, and that the kitten was looking out through the space. He quickly zipped it the rest of the way up, but Sam had heard.

“Dude- did you just hiss at me?” He asked, his face twisted in humored confusion.

“No…” Bucky answered quietly.

“Hiiiiissss,” Dawn hissed at Sam from behind Bucky’s shoulder. The three men looked at her in shock.

“Really?” Tony asked sarcastically with pivot of his neck. Dawn glared at him as she hissed again. He rolled his eyes back at her, taking an olive and popping it in his mouth.

“Your eyes are going to stick that way one day,” Dawn snarked at Tony.

“Then I'll be a gif,” he snarked back, rolling his eyes again playfully.

A week later, Steve stopped Bucky as he headed to the shower after training. “Hey, Buck… are you avoiding me?”

Bucky looked up at the hurt in Steve's eyes in surprise. “No, no way. Why would you think that?”

“I was just wondering, I haven't seen you around for a while, except for training…”

“Naw, Steve, I'm just… just hanging around with-”

“Dawn,” Steve finished for him, and he actually looked a little better.

“Yeah…” Technically it was true; he had been spending a lot of time with her and the kitten.

“So, you finally decided to do something about being sweet on her, huh?” Steve asked, more at ease knowing that his friend was just being his old self, enjoying the company of a pretty woman, and not ignoring or avoiding him.

“I'm not sweet on her,” Bucky mumbled, but his cheeks heated.

Steve grinned, slapping him on the shoulder. “Sure, Buck, sure.”

Bucky watched him walk away with a grin on his face, his own brow crimping in confusion and denial.

“It's new years eve eve,” Dawn said as she made a red point of laser dart around Bucky's room, the now larger and obviously long haired, gray tabby kitten darting after it. “You really don't have any plans?” Bucky shook his head. “No girlfriends vying for your time?”

Bucky shook his head again, feeling a little apprehensive at asking, “You?”

Dawn smiled at the kitten, a little sadly. “Well… There's this guy I like,” Bucky felt his stomach drop, “but, I don't think he even realizes that I'm a woman.”

“Sounds like an idiot,” he mumbled, and Dawn laughed.

Later, as Bucky was headed out to get a sandwich, Tony looked up from where he was messing around with a piece of tech at the table. “You and Dawn going to kiss tomorrow?” He teased.

Bucky turned to him, a look of confusion on his face. “What?”

Tony smirked. “It's new years eve tomorrow. You finally going to kiss Dawn?”

Bucky lifted a shoulder and tilted his head as he turned away. “She has some guy she likes.”

“Uh-huh,” Tony nearly chuckled.

“So she wouldn't want to kiss me.”

“Wow. Did they take out all of your brain? I thought they only took out the bad parts.”

“What?” Bucky snapped in irritation.

“Just asking-”

“Why? Why are you even asking this?” Bucky demanded.

Tony lifted a brow at him, leaning back in surprise at his anger. “You think she doesn’t like you?” Bucky clenched his jaw, turning to walk away. “Hey, Toy soldier- she hissed at people she knew were going to make fun of her for it to hide the fact that you were smuggling a kitten around in your coat.” Bucky froze, shocked at hearing it put that way. “If there was anything that was a more obvious sign that someone liked you, I don’t know what it is,” Tony told him, taking a drink from his glass of disgusting green, mushy looking liquid.

Bucky turned back to look at him, squinting at him as he tried to determine if he was being honest. “Wait- what did you say about a kitten?” He suddenly asked, his face falling and losing color as the entirety of what Tony had said hit him.

Tony smirked. “That kitten you carry around in your jacket. You think I didn’t know?” Bucky’s brow twitched. “You really thought you could get away with having a kitten here, in my house, carry it around- in your jacket- without me knowing?” Tony laughed, taking his time as he sipped his drink, then swallowed and continued, “I’ve known the whole time.”

“If you knew, why didn’t you say anything?” Bucky demanded angrily, and

Tony shrugged with a smirk. “I just thought it was amusing to watch you go through so much trouble trying to hide it.”

Bucky growled quietly to himself, turning and storming away back to his room.

When he got back, he saw Dawn right where he’d left her; on the floor, bouncing around a toy on a string for the kitten to chase. “Dawn-” His voice failed him when she looked up. “Will you- I know a good place that we can sit and watch the fireworks tomorrow night… Do you want to come watch the new years fireworks with me tomorrow night?” Bucky asked, his heart starting to speed up in his chest.

“Sure,” she answered- so simply, as though there weren’t a million and one reasons that she wouldn’t want to come watch the fireworks with him.

Bucky lead the way down the path toward the bridge, holding her hand to keep her upright in the dark.

“This glow stick necklace is not helping as much as I thought it would,” Dawn commented, the smile lifting the corner of her lips audible in her voice. Bucky smiled, too, feeling his stomach churn as they neared the concrete block. He spread out a blanket and held her hand as she sat down, then spread another blanket over them. It was thick, heavy, something made to withstand the freezing night air. They cuddled close together as Dawn quickly checked her phone. “Ten minutes. You timed it pretty well,” she told him, giving a smile that her glowing necklace lit up.

The warmth from her body felt like it was burning into him, heating him up and making it feel more homey.

“So… When you said that there was a guy that you liked…”

“Yeah?” Dawn asked.

Bucky bit his lip, unaware of how crazy it drove the woman in front of him. “Anyone I know?” He asked.

Dawn chuckled. “Yeah.”

“It’s not Salvator, is it?” He asked, trying to inject some humor to deflect from his nervousness.

Dawn arched a brow. “Who?”

“Salvator, the kitten…”

Dawn’s grin deepened. “Well, I wouldn’t mind giving him a kiss, but I don’t think he’d return it,” she said, tilting her chin down to the edge of Bucky’s coat where the kitten was bundled and leaning forward. Salvator poked his head out and bumped his nose against her lips, blinking and nuzzling her.

Bucky felt a pit in his stomach twist around- some feeling he hadn’t felt for a long time- and fluttering in his heart- what was that?

“Awww!” Dawn cooed.

Jealousy, that was the feeling that he hadn’t felt in such a long time-

“Nevermind, I guess-” Dawn lifted her head to look at Bucky, but her sentence was cut off as her eyes met his.

“Doll, can I kiss you?” He whispered, his lips already a hair's breadth away and still getting closer.

“Yeah,” she whispered back.

Their lips met and the fluttering in Bucky's heart grew, filling it full to bursting with winged insects that had no logical hope of surviving the freezing temperature outside.

Affection- that's what the feeling in his heart was; deep, longing, caring affection.

Love.

The kiss dragged on, letting them acquaint themselves with each other, until they had to pull apart for oxygen. Bright, multicolor light flashed around them as the echoing booms filled the air. “Wow, that was some kiss, doll. Got me seeing fireworks. I thought they said that only happened after really great sex,” Bucky teased.

Dawn bit her lip and blushed. It was silent for a moment as they smiled and cuddled against each other, basking in each other’s presence. “Is Salvator a Romanian name?” Dawn asked.

“No, or at least, not how I mean it…”

“No?” Dawn asked.

“No. It's a Romanian word, like you might name a pet Spot or Fluffy...”

“What does it mean?” She asked.

A huff if laughter made it out through Bucky's nose. “Savior…” He mumbled, obviously embarrassed.

Dawn suppressed her snorts of laughter the best she could. “That's so cute; naming him savior… as though he saved you instead of you saving him…”

“Yeah,” Bucky murmured, the rest of his comment except the word ‘him’ unheard. He was looking down at how her hands were setting on him, his arm and knee. “Can I ask you a question?” He asked.

“Will you kiss me again?” She bargained. Bucky grinned and leaned forward, planting a soft kiss on her lips. “I guess that answers my question,” she hummed in content.

“And, I think, mine,” he added softly.

“Oh yeah?” He nodded. “What was your question?” Dawn insisted.

“If that guy you like is me…” His voice was soft against her lips, a bit raspy and rough, as though unwilling to leave his lips at the chance of rejection.

Dawn's grin widened. “Yeah, Buck,” she tried not to giggle.

“Good. That means I don't have to make anyone “get lost”,” he murmured back, his lips paused against hers to whisper before he kissed her again.

A/n- So, @rivertam-art... I hope you liked it, I didn’t have much idea of anything actiony to write for the season. I wanted to give you something good (felt a little bad that they sent you, someone who doesn’t like nsfw/smut to someone that that’s their speciality... lol), but I was really worried if you’d like it (still am, honestly lol), but didn’t want to give too much away about what was going be in it over anon ask. I was mainly inspired by the pics of kittens and cats on your dash.

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Safe and Sound. ( Bellamy Blake x reader )

Request : Bellamy and the reader were very close but they had a huge fight about his mission in Mount Weather and she was super angry at him (and Clarke) cause she thought that his life is not worth of risk. And she was very hurt in bombing in Tondc and she was in coma for couple of days. And when she wakes up she is very desorientated but it's the moment when everyone are coming back. So some emotional reunion, angst and stuff? Thanks!

Word Count : 2,208

Warnings : Angst, cursing, weird rushed fluff ??? sorry

A/N : okay so idk if the coalition brand happens after mount weather but lets just say it happens before lmao sorry & sorry it took me so long to post this i just got so super lazy & wanted to be done with it but thank you so much for requesting !!! this was really great to write !! i really appreciate it !!

FEEDBACK IS GREATLY APPRECIATED SO FCK ME UP WID IT<3

“ You and Clarke are not going, I won’t allow it. “ You commanded sternly, your arms crossed firmly over your chest. Bellamy was about to march straight into Mount Weather, thinking it was going to be a simple breeze. His hands balled into tight fists, his knuckles turning an unhealthy white.

“ Our people are in there, Y/N! We have to save them! “ Bellamy barked loudly, his fist slamming on the metal table besides him. The lamp, along with various blueprints, rumbled slightly from the sudden force. You watched him throw his childish tantrum without even flinching, nothing could phase you. Your rock hard nerves were fried the day you got speared by a grounder.

“ It’s a suicide mission, Bell. Your life just isn’t worth the risk! “ You reciprocated with just as much ferocity as him. You clashed viciously like lions trapped in a tiny cage, you had half a mind to slap some sense into Bellamy. What he was planning to do was ludicrous and completely reckless. “ But go ahead, get yourself killed. I’ll be in Tondc. “

You stormed out of the room without a word, leaving Bellamy behind in the cold dust. You refused to believe that Skaikru was blindly placing their trust in the hands of their attempted murderers. This was an blatant ploy for betrayal and Bellamy was horribly oblivious to it.

He forcefully knocked over a nearby lamp off the table, its cool material clanged along the solid floor. You breezed down the halls of the Ark, eventually exiting outside into Camp Jaha. The fresh air gave you temporary contentment, the anger boiling in your veins soon resided.

You swiped the red tarp of the makeshift medical bay aside, a deep sigh flowed out your lips. Abby chuckled quietly, her nimble hands rearranged the tools of her trade into a neat and organized workspace. You plopped onto the gurney, watching Abby manuever around the area.

“ Is it Bellamy? “ Abby questioned, her lips pursed tightly as her eyes shone with worry. You nodded silently, anxiety ate away at your chest. He and Clarke were going to go to Mount Weather, despite your advice and protests. However, you couldn’t do anything about it so it is what it is. “ We just have to trust them, Y/N. They know what they’re doing. “

“ I hope you’re right, Doc. “

“ Be careful in there. If you and Clarke die, I won’t ever forgive you. “ You teased Bellamy with a smile, your rancor for him leaving for Mount Weather melded away when you stood next to him. You handed him a backpack of supplies and embraced him in a tight hug. You took in the natural, warm smell of your love, it was going to be awhile before you would get another whiff of it. “ Seriously. I need you to come back. “

“ I promise you that I will be alive and well when this is all over, Y/N. Stay safe in Tondc, ambassador Y/L/N. “ Bellamy spoke softly, his large hand stroked your hair as his lips planted a lingering peck on your forehead. He pulled away slowly, his hand encasing yours in his. “ May we meet again, love. “

“ May we meet again. “ You waved goodbye, instant dread filled your chest as you watched Bellamy hop into the jeep. You let out another heavy sigh as the jeep roared to life and drove away, already yearning for Bellamy to return back home.

Time to head to Tondc.

“ How are you taking in all of this? “ Kane piped up, his eyes glued to the dirt road in front of him. You stared out the window, the towering trees flew by in a blur.

“ Not great. I’m an ambassador of peace yet I refuse to think that Lexa is truthful with her intentions of helping us win this war. “ You answered skeptically, it made your skin hot even thinking about it. Bellamy had a chance of being sacrificed at the expense of Commander Lexa saving her people without even saving yours.

“ We just have to trust them, Y/N. We can’t do much but patiently wait. “ Kane replied, his words reflected those of Abby’s. You scoffed quietly and kept your eyes on the passing treeline, your fingers feeling the bumpy scar of the Skaikru brand upon your forearm. “ Y/N, being a good leader means knowing which battles to fight. “

You were anything but a good leader. You refused to let Bellamy save the rest of Skaikru for your own selfish needs. Yet, he was probably already dismantling Mount Weather from the inside.

“ Tell me this was Lexa. Please, Clarke? Please tell me this wasn’t you? “ Abby pleaded, her hands latching onto Clarke’s biceps in an iron grip. Tondc was engulfed in ash and flames from a sudden explosion. The painful ringing in your esrs drowned out the nearby screams of agony coming from grounders.

“ I wish I could. You can’t tell anyone about this. If anyone finds out we knew, the alliance of the twelve clans will break. We’ll lose the war. “ Clarke swallowed nervously, you could almost hear her mother’s heart breaking from her rib cage. Abby’s eyes grew glossy with sadness, what had Clarke done?

You faded in and out of consciousness, unaware that a large piece of debris was crushing your right leg. Your face was splattered with cuts and bruises by bits of shrapnel from the explosion. Your vision was rendered hazy, figures were moving blobs with red and yellow streaks of fire.

“ You crossed a line. Their blood is on your hands. And even if we win, I’m afraid you won’t be able to wash it off this time. “ Abby stated grimly, her words reached the deepest core of Clarke. Yet, she was completely used to it, Clarke had seen things she could forget but never would. It was inevitable that something tragic like the bombing of a city would happen. “ Don’t worry; your secret was safe with me. “

You eventually succumbed into unconciousness, slipping into a coma. Abby had your body delivered back to Camp Jaha where you slept like a rock for almost three full days. Bellamy couldn’t stop thinking about your wellbeing, were you even alive?

It was 1 P.M. Camp Jaha was on the horizon of those who made it out of Mount Weather alive.

You shot into an upright position, your lungs desperate for a large gasp of air. Sweat suddenly beaded on your hairline while chills ran up your neck. Your mind was running a hundred miles per hour while your eyes shots in all directions, attempting to take in your new yet familiar surroundings.

Home?

The nausea set in instantly with each second you were awake. You immediately regurgitated whatever was in your stomach which was virtually nothin but acid. Your chest heaved for oxygen while your skin yearned for Bellamy’s comforting touch. Was he even alive?

You dragged your feet off the bed and onto the cool floor. Your right leg was painted with the richest purples, the darkest blues, and the most unsettling yellows. It ached agonizingly with even the slightest movement, what happened in Tondc?

“ Oh my god, Y/N, you’re awake! “ Abby exclaimed joyfully, the sudden rise in her pitch caused you to wince sharply. She rushed to your side, gently examining your leg and other surface wounds. Abby clasped your hand in hers, a loving smile appeared on her face. “ I thought you were never going to wake up but I’m so glad that you’re okay, Y/N. You’re my favorite helper after all. “

She embraced you in a hug only mothers could do. You instantly soothed, the ache in your knee lessened with each passing second. Moms are so cool, what would you possibly do without Abby? Nothing, that’s what. You and a lot of other people would probably be dead if it weren’t for Abby’s work of miracles.

“ What happened in Tondc? “ You asked curiously, realizing how scratchy and parched your mouth was. She handed you a cup of water, Abby came so prepared! Seriously, what would you do without her?

“ A missile was launched on the city. We’re suspecting that Lexa knew about the bombing but decided not to tell and let us, especially you and Kane, suffer the consequences. “ Abby practically lied through her teeth, the guilt began to chew at her heart. Yet, she promised Clarke that she wouldn’t tell another soul, not even you.

“ Ah, I see. “ You answered solemnly, your distrust for the grounders was further solidified. What else was to be expected? “ Is Bellamy here? “

“ I’m not sure but we can go check. How does that sound? “ Abby questioned reassuringly, your eyes twinkled happily as you nodded vigorously. She wrapped your arm around her neck and steadily walked you out into the courtyard of Camp Jaha. Your knee was screaming for a break but you refused to until you knew for sure that Bellamy was home.

You sat patiently on a bench by the front gates, all you could do to occupy your time was to people watch. Occasionally, an old acquaintance would ask if you were doing okay and even sit next to you to chat. Man, this was boring. The only person you were interested in talking to was Bellamy and no one else.

He was tired of walking, all Bellamy could reflect on was how many innocent citizens he murdered just a day ago. However, the damage was done and his people were alive in the end. Bellamy couldn’t wait to flop into bed and attempt to sleep for eternity.

Survival is hard sometimes!

Camp Jaha was just a few strides away. You were just a few strides away. Bellamy’s hand tightened on the gun grip, his heart accelerated in nervousness. In a few moments, he would soon find out whether or not you lived through the bombing. Instead of a wave of relief washing over him as he walked through the metal fence, Bellamy’s breath hitched in his throat and his palms started to sweat. He didn’t know why but the edgy feeling felt nostalgic. It was almost like the time Bellamy first set eyes on you.

You were laughing loudly with a friend, almost joyful to have landed on this shithole of a planet. The delinquent camp seemed less dreary with you around and everyone just seemed to gravitate towards your sunny personality. His heart skipped a beat every time you accidentally bumped into him or even said hello with that wonderful smile of yours. As time went passed by, your vibrant character seemed to fade away and become more calloused. Your innocence and curiousity turned into violence and terror.

Besides the point, you were happily chatting with an old friend. Time started to move backwards to the moment where you were blissfully unaware of the dangers that existed throughout the trees. Bellamy tried to stay as possibly still as he could, afraid of disturbing you and your only moment of solace. He assumed himself to be the utter reminder that Earth really sucks.

You waved goodbye to yet another aquaintance looking to making small talk. Why won’t these people realize that just because you’re sitting alone doesn’t mean that you’re lonely? You sighed out heavily and turned your head to the right only to see Bellamy standing there like a deer in the headlights.

“ Bellamy! “ You screamed estatically, practically leaping from the bench and into his arms. He caught you before you tumbled to the ground as your knee gave out from the sudden momentum. You peppered his face in quick kisses, his signature smile grew on his features. “ You don’t know how much I missed you, Bell. Let me guess, the grounders retreated and so did Skaikru then you two went back in and saved everyone like true heros? “

“ Something like that. “ Bellamy mumbled quietly, his eyes averted to his weathered boots. He had to euthanize a whole colony of innocent people, including children but you know, something like what you said. You wanted to ask what happened but he seemed like he didn’t want to divulge on it. What traumatized him so?

“ I’m lovin’ this color on you, by the way. You look hot. “ You steered the conversation in a different direction, avoiding the touchy subjects.

“ You think so? “ Bellamy quiered, his hands pulling at the white material as to examine it more closely. You hummed in affirmation, watching the love of your life gush over his new outfit. God, he is so fucking adorable!

“ Yeah! It compliments the death machine slung on your shoulder. “ You teased him, slyly winking at Bellamy. He breathed out a chuckle, you always unusually managed to lighten awful situations with your dark humor.

“ Let’s go to bed, Y/N. You can tell me how you got that limp of yours. “

“ Anything you want, love. I’m just glad that you’re here. “

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rebootrevolution · 7 years ago

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X-Men Novelization Ch. 59

Chapter Fifty-Nine

It all seemed to be happening so fast. One minute they were all laughing and grumbling around the TV as Bobby hogged the remote. He froze it in a block of ice in his hand so that nobody could remove it, but then Kitty had snatched it right through the ice and suddenly it wasn’t fair to use powers to hog the remote. Hank had just been about to step in and settle the dispute when the TV changed.

He had control of every satellite. Magneto had somehow focused every single one toward broadcasting his ultimatum: every nuclear world power had to disarm itself within 24 hours or he would bring every satellite down. If they did nothing in the 24 hours after that he would reverse the magnetic poles of Earth itself and rip the planet asunder. The Brotherhood would be untouched in their fortress in the sky and any mutant on the ground would be forced to use their powers to survive the wasteland.

And then Scott was barking orders and Charles was telling the kids that all would be well, that he would never let any harm come to them or their families. Kurt and Piotr both wanted to come along, but it was still another month until their shared 18th birthday and Charles would hear none of it. But Hank had no such excuse. He was an adult, a grown man who had to defend the life that he had, and this was the time to defend it.

All of it was a blur. Hank remembered it only distantly as he sat in the co-pilots seat of the Blackbird monitoring the readings and tinkering with the magnetometer he brought along. He tugged at the seams of his costume, so stifling to his overgrown fur. He wished he thought to trim up before going on a mission. He wished he actually trained as dedicatedly as all the students in all the months and years since they had the Danger Room. He wished--

“It’s going to be alright, Hank,” Scott said from the pilot’s seat. His smile was as friendly as it could be with the looming glow of his visor above it. Hank realized that he had been working at the same screw in the magnetometer for far too long.

“I’m just not predisposed toward physical confrontation,” Hank admitted. They were far enough from the others behind them, Logan, Jean, and Ororo, that they could speak in low tones without being heard. “I’m just the science-guy.”

Cyclops scoffed. “You’re a lot more than that. Not predisposed? Hank, you’re the whole reason we ever beat Juggernaut. You think I didn’t hear about that? About you yanking the last bolt of his helmet out with your bare teeth? Come on.”

There were certain advantages to being coated in fur, and chief among them were that nobody can see you blush. “I just wish I’d seen it all from the start,” Hank said. “If I could have known what Erik would become...how many people he would hurt…”

“None of us could have known. We had two of the best psychics on the planet and they didn’t know. The important thing is that we know now, and we’re finally going to stop him.”

Hank looked straightforward and the clouds rushing into the Blackbird. They kept rising higher and higher, knowing that they would be pushing the Blackbird to its limits in order to reach Asteroid M. As they drew closer Hank was able to pull up a radar image of the base and began inspecting it for the best place to attach the Blackbird. Scott could see that the machinery in front of Hank helped distract him.

“Try to get a read on how he holds that place aloft,” Scott said. “If it’s Magneto keeping it aloft I don’t want it tumbling down as soon as we take him out.”

“Hmm,” Hank started, fiddling with the problem, “It’s quite possible that he’s constructed electromagnetic generators which mimic his own abilities. With any luck they should maintain altitude even in the absence of Magneto’s influence.”

“See? That’s why it’s good to have the science guy around.”

Landing was harder than Hank had imagined. Asteroid M was a mishmash of buildings pulled straight from their foundations and massive chunks of rock and dirt that there was no surface flat enough to land on. Ultimately there was no easy solution. Scott’s plan was to keep the jet in autopilot through the duration of the mission and to summon it when we needed it, but without the Blackbird immediately on hand there would be no easy escapes.

“We’re not running away from this one anyways,” Scott said as the Blackbird’s back hatch opened up. It was just a small jump down to the rocky surface of Asteroid M, but Hank hesitated until he was the last to join.

“Come on, Hank!” Jean yelled up at him. A memory flashed through Hank’s mind of her as a young teenage girl, all knobbly-knees and awkward mumbling. Now she smiled up at him confidently, and as he jumped down to join the squad she lead the way toward an entrance.

They managed to find a line of escape pods attached to one side of the base. Wolverine managed to slash his way into one, but just before he slashed them through the other side into the base Jean stopped him, grasping at her temple. “There are two minds walking by. They’ll pass soon.”

“We need to play this quiet,” Cyclops said. “We’re outnumbered and outgunned. Surprise is one of the few advantages we have.”

When Jean gave the all clear Wolverine cut an opening into the base as neatly as they could. The X-Men piled around the open hangar and Beast suddenly felt exposed. He sniffed at the air and found that the closest Brotherhood members were down a stretch of hallway and in a kitchen area. Charles’ voice came alive in all of their heads, linking each of the X-Men up to eachother, and Beast relayed what he smelled to the others.

“We’ll start by incapacitating them then,” Cyclops said telepathically. “Then I want you to use that magnetometer to take us to the big bad himself, Hank.”

Hank nodded, taking up the rear as the others started down the hallway toward the two scents. He found himself down on his knuckles, walking on all fours like a gorilla. If there were not so much adrenaline heightening his neural synapses it may have disturbed him, but in the moment he took whatever small comforts he could get. He felt more agile on all fours, faster, as if he could spring away at a moment’s notice if he needed.

The first two Brotherhood members that they came across were the one called Blob and a young woman with tanned skin. They were sitting in a commons area drinking beers and laughing when they noticed the X-Men’s appearance.

“Hey! How’d you get in here!” Blob yelled. He stood up from his seat, looking around his shoulders as if for backup, and said “Come on, Eunice! We gotta stop these guys!” before stampeding toward the X-Men.

A moment later he was clutching his throat, down on the floor, his face growing increasingly red before he lost consciousness. Jean held her hand outstretched, assuring everyone “Don’t worry, he’s still alive. I just closed his windpipe long enough to put him out.” Jean turned her gaze toward Eunice and arched an eyebrow. “You planning on raising any alarms, or do I need to put you out too?”

Eunice held her arms up in a gesture of submission. “Whoa, hey, I’m just along for the ride. I’m not here to hurt anyone.”

Jean and the others seemed satisfied, but Hank lingered as they all turned to continue their progress through Asteroid M. Beast gave a strong sniff. The girl’s scent had vanished the moment she noticed the X-Men’s appearance, it lingered only in the parts of the room where she had walked. The girl considered him with curiosity, but did not seem as frightened at Hank’s appearance as others usually were. Without another word he joined the rest of the group.

“Hank, any sense if we’re heading the right way here?” Cyclops asked telepathically.

Hank looked at the magnetometer, then up at the hallways before them, then back at the machine. He pointed “I think I was right about the mechanism by which the base stays aloft. Its signal is interfering with Magneto’s own, but if we assume Magneto himself has the stronger signal then he will be this way. “

They continued on, their progress slow but steady. Every so often Jean would stop the others to make they crossed no paths. The further they got into the base the more nervous and cautious Storm grew. She was learning to manage her claustrophobia admirably, and she never would have admitted to it if Hank brought it up, the way her hooded head darted around her shoulders at every angle gave her anxiety away.

“Wait a second,” Jean broadcasted, stopping them. “There’s something...weird. I think it’s a mind...or...two minds? I can’t quite--

He recognized her at once. All those years ago it was her appearance that first unsettled Hank, that made him feel a revulsion he would only come, increasingly, to fear in others. Before he sprouted fur and fangs and claws and walked on all fours it was her, Mystique, who showed him how inhuman a mutant could look.

She paused in the middle of the hallway, processing the sudden appearance of five young mutants in her path. Wolverine was the first to spring into action, rushing forward with his claws outstretched, a growl rumbling from his chest. She was too fast, vaulting over him, her body line a boneless twisting acrobatic mass. She latched onto the ceiling and skittered along it, her joints popping out of place like some alien insect. It was Cyclops who acted next, trying to catch her with an optic beam, but he missed his one and only chance as Mystique tore away an air vent and compressed herself into it.

“Well,” Storm said with half a laugh, “we may have lost that element of surprise you were talking about.”

“Okay everybody circle up.” Cyclops started, “We’ll need to keep our progress slow, but the emphasis is on defense now. Who knows how many they’re about to throw at us or what all they can do. Our target is still Magneto.”

“Your target is still Magneto,” Wolverine said, the eyes of his mask narrowing as he bent his head forward to track a scent. “I’m no good in that fight, and I think it’s about time I tend to my own matters, Slim.” Wolverine turned and started to chase the smell. Beast caught a whiff of it himself, an undercurrent of wet dog but with an overwhelming sense of alpha male foreboding.

“Wolverine!” Cyclop called after the mutant. When Wolverine disappeared around a corner Cyclops cursed to himself. “This is why we have team exercises. This is why I try to get him to do team exercises.”

“No use fighting it now,” Jean said, pressing on forward. “Besides, if we’re real lucky Mystique just went to save her own tail. Maybe she didn’t raise any alarms at all.”

As if on cue, a red tint overtook the hallways as a claxxon sounded off. “Well, at least we don’t need Charles to relay all of our messages now,” Beast said aloud.

“Come on, let’s go!” Cyclops yelled, running forward as everyone else followed behind. They lost their advantage though. This was Magneto’s domain, and now that Magneto knew they were here the very surroundings themselves became the enemy. The floor started to contort out of shape, the tiles twisting so that Cyclops and Jean were sent forward on a wave of metal as Beast and Storm began to fall. The floor beneath them opened up, sealing over them after the fell through and popping back into place.

They were on a lower level, and they were not alone. On one side of them stood Pyro, now armored in a flame-retardant suit and armed with gauntlets that spit out flames, each spurt lighting up his maniacally smiling face. The gauntlets were connected by hoses to a fuel tank he wore on his back.

On the other side was Avalanche, and while he did not share Pyro’s mad smile he was even more heavily armored and wore an icy determination on his face. Both men prepared their attacks, and the X-Men prepared theirs.

“Mind if I take this one?” Storm asked, jutting her chin out at Avalanche. “We have something of a score to settle.”

“Oh, I’d be delighted to take the human flamethrower,” Beast joked. He wasted no time, sprinting at once toward his target. Pyro thrusted his arms forward, the flames coiling out and taking the shape of pouncing cougars that Beast just barely managed to jump over. Just as he landed, however, the cougars came pouncing back and Beast threw his arm up into his face, the flames crashing into one side of his body and searing off a layer of fur and skin. The acrid smell filled the air, and as Beast lowered his arm and turned to Pyro the grin melted from the pyromaniac’s face.

He unleashed the beast inside of himself and attacked.

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din-skywalker · 7 years ago

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Robbie's Awakening

I got inspired to write this after I saw all of the stuff about Robbie. I made it where he can’t nessicarily “see” but he can still sense where things are- like a snake. He uses his scent to be able to “see” in a way. Also, the two “blobs” are Marvin and Schneeple.

Robbie remembers complete black, no light to be found for miles around him. He remembers floating amongst this blackness, limbs limp if they had actually been there. He remembers feeling nothing aside for maybe just… a weightless. He remembers feeling free. Free of thought, pain, energy, everything.

And then he remembers the bright and blinding light. He remembers how it pierced the blackness above him even though there was no real sense of direction. He remembers the light spreading and growing until he could no longer stand, feeling pain after so long.

One moment he is feeling nothing, and the next he is feeling too much at once.

The hard surface beneath him was the first thing he made of, back laid out across it. He felt the cold air next, brushing against any bare skin. And then he felt the pain.

Oh the pain.

It was everywhere, spreading from his eyes to his toes. It was a stinging and aching and burning pain all at once. It was most predominantly in his chest and brain, however, pounding and exploding and imploding.

He sat up, screaming, able to hear and smell the things around him. He could not, however, too focused on the pain to pause and smell or hear. He could not see when if he focused, however. There was just a haze of different shades of red around him which grew brighter with each intake of air through his nose.

He felt…. hungry. No, starving, ravished. Any word that describes hunger would be used in that moment because he wanted- no, needed, food. And he could smell it around him and maybe eating could help take away the pain-

He roared and leaped at the first source of food around him, this being a blood of deep red. He latched onto the now squirming chunk of meat, digging what he could call jagged nails into its flesh. There was another scream that did not belong to him but he continued, biting down on the first area of the meat e could reach. This enlightened another scream but he didn’t care and he tears the meat from the chunk just as the other blob runs over, knocking him from the other.

He growled, hitting what he could hardly recall to be a wall. He curled up and chewed at the meet he’d gotten, feeling a tooth pop from his gums and fall to the ground nearby. He didn’t care, though. He was too hungry.

“What the hell is he?!” Something like a screech hit his ears and he flinched, curling further in on himself to try and staunch the loud noise. “That’s not Robbie!”

“I- I don’t know what happened!” Another screeching noise and he roars once more, having finished the piece of meat he’d had. But… he’s still starving and he needs more! “I did as the spell told me!”

“He just bit a huge fucking piece of my shoulder off!” The first shrieked and he can’t stand it anymore. He snarls and pushes back up, nearly falling over when he hears and feels something pop in his flesh stick. The blobs are nearby in front of him and they’re brighter, more red. Especially the one he’d bitten…. and he can smell a delicious smell coming from it. A metallic tang and his mouth is watering. “Marvin, what the hell did we make?!”

But before the they blob could screech again he launched forward with all of the speed he could muster, tackling the better smelling blob to the ground. He bent down to try and bite at it’s meat again but something prevented him from doing so, something pressing against his neck and keeping him from reaching the flesh. He could feel the pain in his stomach and chest growing but shrinking in his brain and he feels that that is good.

“Get him off!” The blob beneath him shrieked and he continues to bite and snap at it despite being unable to reach it.

Something slamming into his side sends him flying off of the blob once more but he catches himself this time, feeling something snap off from his hand. He lets out another roar and goes darting back forward only to be knocked back once more.

“We have to knock him out somehow!” The second blob screeched and he turns his attention towards it because it’s still up unlike the first one. He hisses at it and crawls towards it.

“Hit his head!” He first screeched and the second is moving and is now holding something in a darker red color just as he reaches it-

Something hits the side of his head. He skids away from both blobs, a new and terrible pain in his brain. He lets out a pained noise, the shades of red slowly fading around him.

“I’m sorry, Robbie,” shrieked the second blob and it’s nearer. If only could reach it- “I’ll fix you, I swear.”

And then the world fades.

@magic-marvin-protection-patrol @tylerscheid

Did I do good writing from a zombie’s POV??? I tried making it as crazy and hard to follow as possible.

#mine #writing #long post #fanfiction #fanfic #jacksepticeye #Robbie #Maggy #marvin the magician #dr schneeplestein #doctor schneeplestein #Schneeple #Robbie the zombie #Jacksepticeye Robbie #markiplier #Robbie's Awakening

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fuckyeahnintendoarms · 7 years ago

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The Future of Arms (Fan Fiction)

Chapter One: Veronica in the Dark

Her chestnut hair stuck to her face, her forehead drenched in sweat. Red tinted goggles were strapped around her eyes with a yellow accent. The last piece of fashion she had kept from her childhood. She stared forward, with unwavering intent. The battle was almost over, but she wasn’t sure if they had won.

“Propulsion system at 10% Veronica, guidance requested.” - a deep metallic voice echoed through the small chamber the young woman had found herself in. It was her battle center, she often joked that she spent more time in this room than she ever had in her ARMS.

The only light blasted out of the screens surrounding the woman on 3 sides. On the screens, three separate first person perspectives. The one in the center showing elongated metallic yellow cords flying toward red blobs in the distance. The picture flickered as metal objects protruding from the red blobs, hit the figure.

“Transfer power to Shields LX,” she said slowly, avoiding showing concern. “You’ll be grounded, but...it gives us time.”

Veronica hit a button in front of her and the monitor changed to a vertical viewpoint, looking down at the battlefield. Three yellow robots appeared to be fighting what looked like a small army of red blobs on a grassy field, the dead of night making it difficult to see ahead. The red enemy appeared to avoid the lights Veronica had set up months prior. Strings flew across the battlefield battering waves of enemies. One of the golden robots was unmoving. It’s AI center had been terminated minutes ago, leaving DX and LX to fight the horde alone.

“DX, LX propulsion is 0. Assist in offensive maneuvers.” Veronica commanded to the robot on the left most monitor. They were currently defending a communication tower, but with the current state of affairs, any further calls for assistance were unnecessary, and more than likely ineffective.

“Yes Mam, ETA 30 seconds.” they said in a high pitched synthetic voice. The visage on the screen entered into a blurred state as the robotic being rocketed toward their companion.

Veronica had to think. This couldn’t be like last time. She had made so many changes to her botlings, she could win. She raised her left hand to her forehead and wiped the sweat from her brow. “Think Veronica Think Damn It.” she repeated to herself, studying the screens. How many could there be, they just kept coming...how could so many organic beings have got to her so quickly. Possibly a teleportation device, but the power consumption for this many beings would be astronomical. They would have had to be made here. Right under her nose.

“UNDER!” the young woman yelled to herself, nearly falling out of her chair. She quickly put her hand on the keyboard and started to type, searching for a pocket of information she had stored long ago.

“DX, change course. Besian Crater III, ARMS change sigma.” she said as she continued to click through.

“With all due respect Ma'am, LX shields are dropping quickly. I recommend continued support.” the robot returned.

He was right, LX shields had fallen below 40 percent. If DX left, they would fall like their comrade minutes earlier.

“DX, do not worry about me,” the deep voice echoed “Veronica’s plan is the only way. There is a 20% chance of success. On our current route we face zero-near.”

There was a short pause as DX continued to attack incoming blobs. “Understood.” From the overhead camera DX quickly disappeared leaving LX alone.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t do more LX,” Veronica choked on the words as they left her mouth, “I’ll do better next time.”

“It’s okay icaVeron. You will rebuild me as you always have. I trust…”, the robot said as their comms went blank. No image was sent back, total hardware failure. Veronica put her hand up to her eye, unable to distinguish her tears from her perspiration, she felt that tingling that she had failed again. It was all up to DX now.

“ETA 10 seconds Veronica. Plan of Action?”, DX asked, Veronica composed herself. This was it. “Seeky’s DX, in the base of Besian crater III, then, get out of here.”

DX didn’t respond for what felt like an eternity, clearly pulling the same information that Veronica had just received from the netverse. “Negative Veronica, signs show…” Veronica cut DX off swiftly “I know the result. Please, just do this. For me.”

“It was a pleasure working with you Veronica,” the robot vocalized. “I’ll see you on the other side.”

From the monitor Veronica watched as DX launched two rocketed fists to the center of the crater, one after the other. Smashing the ground beneath him as the rock flew away, and then there was static, and the monitors all shut off leaving Veronica in the dark.

Moments later the room flooded with white light from above, Veronica heard slow clapping as she adjusted to the sudden change and turned around in her chair reaching her hand out and swinging open the latch door.

The singular clapping continued as a voice sailed through the air “While not exactly in the spirit of the challenge, si vous ne pouvez les battre, ralliez-vous à eux. Although this doesn’t mean your job is complete of course... I would have never expected you to cheat. Well done.”

Standing in front of Veronica was Aceline Moreau, a famous ARMS fighter and movie star, better known 4 years ago as Twintelle. Her appearance had changed somewhat in the past years. Most notably her outfit, she had taken to wearing a white suit and had more than a few grey hairs. She still wore her signature high heels though, and she still had the ability to command any room she walked into.

“Th...Thank you mam. I’m sorry for my methods, I just…” Veronica attempted to explain her actions further but Aceline spoke up. “It’s fine Veronica, I know this takes a toll on you hun, watching your AI perish. But, they’re clearly getting better. Oui?”

Veronica thought back, she had run this virtual test hundreds of times, maybe a thousand. Each time her botlings lasted a little longer, one step closer to defeating the biomechanic monsters who threatened humanity. “Yes,” she said confidently “and I’m getting better at directing them.”

“Génial!” the imposing woman exclaimed, “then I’ll leave you to it she said as she turned and walked away. Leaving the room surrounded by mechanical equipment she turned once more and said “just no cheating next time hun?” and winked in Veronica's direction. Exiting through the automatic door.

Veronica took a second to adjust, she had been using reality checks more and more, practicing grounding exercises to distinguish her virtual practice from reality. She looked down at her own body. Still dressed in her mechanic overalls covered in oil and grease, she looked at her right hand and counted the digits on her human arm. She looked at her left arm, where a mechanic prosthetic was seated. She had built it to have minor ARMS abilities, but due to her small frame, they were limited until she could find more time to work on it. As for how the arm was lost, she did her best not to think about that. They had won that war, or as close to winning as they could. That was all that mattered.

She made her way over to her bed, nestled in the corner of her shop. Passing failed bots, AI’s, even a couple exoskeletal suits. As she approached the bed she slipped out of her overalls, leaving them on the floor, exposing her skin to the cool recycled air. She slumped onto the bed rolling to her side. On her nightstand sat an old picture, from back during the ARMS League. Her and 9 other fighters, in crazy outfits standing for a press picture. They all were so young and so naive, but then Hedlok appeared, and changed everything.

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