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superhero--imagines · 3 years

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A/N: Posted a day early because a few people asked me to, I think y’all are going to like this chapter :)

* “So what’s your pick (Y/N/N)?”

* You turn to your right, seeing Tyler’s grinning face.

* “Pick for what?” You take another modest sip from your glass.

* Conner’s throwing a party at his house since his parents will be gone all weekend.

* Half the school must be here, his house is almost as big as the Cullen’s

* Tyler exchanges a look with Conner and Mike and grins.

* The three of you and Angela are sitting in his Dad’s study, drinking his finest brandy

* You’ve just been taking very small polite sips to throw off any suspicions

* The upside to being a vampire: you can’t taste anything other than blood so the alcohol just tastes like water

* The downside: you stay drunk until you force yourself to throw it up

* “F*ck, Marry, Kill: me, Conner, and Mike.”

* You wrinkle your nose and Angela laughs

* “Gross questions like that are why I don’t sit with you guys at lunch anymore.” The others laugh and you take a sip of you drink as Tyler grins

* “It’s a game, everyone’s gone except you”

* Have they? You’ve been pretty tuned out, Jessica and Bella left to go to the bathroom like 20 minutes ago.

* To add, you haven’t seen either Edward, Emmett, or Rosalie since you all came together in the jeep.

* Things are still...different between you and Edward

* He’s not outwardly hostile towards you or anything but...

* He doesn’t smile at you anymore

* Not like he used to, with that carefree boyish grin

* Just thinking about it gets you down

* You were fairly surprised when he said he would come with you, Rosalie and Emmett to Conner’s party.

* You were less surprised when he basically abandoned you as soon as you got into the house

* You’ve been trying to see if you can hear any of your friends in the house but you haven’t been able to distinguish any voices yet

* You sigh, holding your drink out to Mike

* “Marry,” the bright grin on his face almost makes you feel bad.

* “Kill, kill” your drink sways as you point to Tyler and Conner.

* Another roar of laughter

* “Hey that’s not fair, you can’t kill both of us!” Tyler protests, you roll your eyes moving to stand

* “Fine F*ck Conner, kill Tyler. Angela you wanna come with I’m going to the bathroom”

* You want to go see what’s holding Jessica and Bella up, but you don’t want to leave Angela alone with three boys.

* Mike’s here, and nothing would probably happen, Conner and Tyler are flirts but you like to think they wouldn’t do anything like that.

* Still you don’t want to risk it.

* She nods, gulping down the rest of her drink. Following you out.

* “Did you hear that?! They said they would f*ck me!” You hear Conner shout triumphantly after you’ve closed the door

* “Yeah but they said that they would kill you first, doesn’t count” Mike says, you hear the clink of ice as you assume he pours another drink

* “Oh getting arrogant just because they said they would marry you huh?”

* “Bet he wishes it was Bella who said she would marry him.”

* You roll your eyes holding out your hand to Angela

* “So we don’t get lost.” She smiles as she takes it. You have to practically slither through the crowd

* Conner’s house is needlessly complicated. Hallways that don’t lead anywhere and so many closets.

* The O’Malleys really should have hired Esme to design their house

* “Ah, there they are!” You see Jessica and Bella leaning against the railing of the second floor. It looks like they’re talking to someone-

* Oh it’s Edward

* Jessica notices you and works her way over to you

* But your eyes are glued to Edward and Bella, they haven’t even noticed you yet. Or that Jessica left them.

* Bella’s eyes are twinkling as she looks up at him, her cheeks are tinged pink, and Edward-

* He’s got a sparkle in his eye, his mouth quirked in that boyish lopsided grin.

* So that smile is really just for her now

* They really do look good together

* “Hey what’s wrong?” You didn’t even notice Jessica was standing in front of you.

* Are you crying right now? No of course not, you can’t cry.

* “Nothing! We were looking for you and Lauren. Mike and Tyler are playing this game that I think you two would be very into” you give her a sly wink and she blushes

* “I thought we came to go to the bathroom.” Oh sh*t you did use that as your excuse.

* “Well I didn’t wanna be obvious yknow?” You say to Angela, catching another glimpse of Bella and Edward behind her, looks like she’s laughing at something he said. “Do you need to go to the bathroom?”

* You turn your attention back to Angela who’s nodding.

* “Jessica why don’t you show her where it is, you just went right?” Jessica’s eyebrows thread together

* “Yeah I did but-“ she doesn’t want to leave you alone. Before you can reassure her you’ll be fine you feel someone throw their arms around you

* For a second your heart skips a beat.

* Edward?

* “Oh my god babes you look so cute, we have to take a picture together!”

* Oh it’s just Lauren

* Wait why are you disappointed? This is perfect.

* “Of course I was just looking for you!” You nod to Jessica and Angela. “We’ll meet you both back at Conner’s dad’s home office.”

* Jessica gives you a reluctant look but nods, leading Angela into the crowd.

* You take one last glance at Edward and Bella, from here he almost looks human.

* This is the way things are supposed to be.

* “Hey Lauren, wanna do some shots?”

* Lauren has her faults, but she’s always down for anything you might suggest. It’s kind of weird, but she reminds you a little of Alec.

* So you’re a little impressed when she finds a several bottles of vodka hidden in a various books.

* “Conner’s mom has a drinking problem, shhhhh don’t tell anyone”

* Yeah you kinda figured

* “We brought vodka!!” She shouts when she enters the study earning cheers from the rest of the boys.

* Looks like Jessica and Angela aren’t back yet.

* Lauren stole your spot on the armchair so she could flirt with Tyler. You sigh sitting carefully on top of the desk.

* “You leave with one girl and come back with another, how do you do it?” Conner’s got a devilish grin as he leans in to ask you.

* You drink straight from the bottle.

* You’re going to play a drinking game, anytime any of these boys try’s to flirt with you you take a drink.

* “I’m really hot.” You say bluntly

* Conner and Mike laugh

* “Yeah-I mean, yeah you definitely are.” Mike stutters

* If you were human you would probably be nervous by this situation, you’re basically sitting on the desk between Mike and Conner. Mike is on the end of the sofa, and Conner is sitting next to you in the office chair.

* But now that you’re a vampire, you could kill both of these boys with a simple flick of your wrist

* “So what’s going on between you and Cullen really?” Mike asks and you remember the look on Edward’s face when he was talking to Bella.

* “Nothing, we’re just friends” even less than that at this point. You’re just someone who lives in his house

* you’re worried they’re going to press further on the issue and all the emotions you’ve kept sealed away will come out overflowing.

* But they don’t, maybe Conner senses somethings happened because instead he says:

* “So you would f*ck me huh?” You laugh

* “Oh my god are you still stuck on that?”

* “And you said you would marry me?” Mike is grinning so wide he’s actually grinning.

* “You guys are ridiculous.” You’re laughing so hard you cover your mouth.

* “Alright, out of the entire friend group, f*ck, marry, kill, who are your picks?” Conner leans a bit closer, you wonder if he’s been eating healthier lately, he doesn’t smell nearly as bad as he used to.

* It’s still pretty bad, but now there’s a sweeter herbal undertone

* “Hmmm you guys go first I have to think” you lightly shove Conner by the shoulder and he actually rolls back a bit.

* “Alright hmmm-“ he rubs his chin in mock thought “well marry you of course-“

* “Of course” you nod taking another swig of Vodka

* “F*ck Mike”

* “What?” Mike is genuinely flustered and you grin

* “It’s that golden retriever vibe he gives off right?” You say and Conner nods

* “Exactly! Also he looks like a good cuddler.”

* “Definitely a little spoon”

* “Definitely”

* Mike looks like he’s going to combust from the attention from how red his face is.

* “Kill.... I guess kill Edward, the less competition the better” Conner gives you a meaningful look

* Well you don’t know how to feel about that so you just take another swig of Vodka. The more you drink the easier it’ll come out later right?

* “Your turn Mike.”

* “Marry Bella-“

* “Of course” you and Conner say in unison, clinking your bottle to his glass after you do.

* “Fuck you, kill Edward”

* “Damn no love for Edward at all huh?” You say with a gasp of surprise.

* You’re a little annoyed he didn’t pick Jessica.

* You like Bella and all, and her shy bookworm thing is kinda cute, but Jessica is clearly the superior choice.

* “Don’t deflect now that it’s your turn.” Conner lightly bumps your knee against yours

* Wait when did he move from the chair and sit beside you on the desk?

* You roll your eyes and take another swig of vodka

* “Marry Jessica,” they both sputter at that, Conner actually spits out his drink mid gulp.

* Ew Gross.

* “Fuck Conner, Kill Mike.”

* Conner does a fist pump and Mike looks genuinely hurt.

* “I’m sorry Mike but it’s either marriage or kill, there’s no in between.”

* Mike pouts, before sitting up straighter

* “I bet I’m a better kisser than Conner.”

* You take a long drink of Vodka

* “No way dude, you and I both used to date Lauren and I don’t think she would have dated me again after you if you were a better kisser”

* “That was in middle school! I had braces back then!”

* “Yeah, that’s why you’re so bad at kissing.” Conner says matter of factly taking a sip of his Dad’s brandy straight from the decanter

* “No, I had to lea-“

* “Oh my god would you both shut up?” You shout and let out a huff of annoyance before reaching out and grabbing Mike by the collar of his shirt, tugging him forward

* Your lips meet his briefly, your eyes are closed, and his are open. He adjust to the situation quickly, cupping your cheek and tilting his head slightly

* Not bad

* You break away, turning to Conner, he’s a bit more ready than Mike. He cups your face with both hands, mouth parting slightly as one of his hands slides into your hair.

* You break away sweetly, with one last peck.

* “Conner’s better” you say the bottle of vodka already on your lips. Conner’s laughing while Mike protests.

* “What-no, I wasn’t ready, I want another chance!” You roll your eyes as he looks at you expectantly

* “Fin-“ he breaks you off with his lips, this time is better than the last. He’s standing, and the angle adds to the technique, his hand is on the back your neck, tilting your chin up with the other

* Oh wow.

* You’re a little dazzled when you break apart. Jessica is one lucky girl.

* “Wait if he gets another chance I want one too.” Conner protests, you just nod dumbly.

* That was a really good kiss. You feel all warm and fuzzy.

* Before you can think Conner wraps an arm around your waist tugging you close, he dips you back before kissing you. You open your mouth from the surprise and he takes the opportunity to sweep his tongue in.

* You’re seeing stars, and then abruptly you’re yanked by the shoulder.

* Oh does Mike want another turn?

* Without even opening your eyes you kiss the person who pulled on your shoulder.

* These lips feel different then Mike’s, almost-sticky? Or is it slippery? They smell different too like boiled broccoli-

* Oh shit

* You hesitantly open your eyes, only to see a very shocked Jessica

* “Oh my god” you pull back quickly, cupping your hand over your mouth so you don’t kiss anyone else by accident “I’m so sorry Jess- I didn’t-“

* Before you can finish someone tugs your arm, you vaguely understand what’s happening, one of your arms grasped by a very strong hand and your other carrying a bottle of vodka.

* It’s Edward, you recognize the blue collared shirt he’s wearing, you bought him that shirt last year for his birthday.

* “E-Edward? Wait where-“ you turn to the side to see Jessica who’s standing very still, your eyes briefly meet Bella’s and they flash with-hurt?

* What did you kiss her too when you weren’t paying attention?

* “H-hey Edward that hurts!” If he heard you he doesn’t seem to care, dragging you through the party and through the cluster of people all along the front yard

* You’re vaguely aware of the stares your way. You both must look pretty weird, or at least like a couple of kids dying to f*ck

* All you can see when you look straight forward is Edward’s back. His broad shoulders and the slender curve of his back.

* For some reason, the safest place you can imagine is the middle of Edward’s back. You bet it’s so warm and safe to be nestled there.

* You bet it’s the place Bella feels the most safe in

* A prickle of irritation burns in you. And in your impatience when Edward starts to slow you wrap your arms around his waist-

* “(Y/N), what are you-“ He grumbles, but you don’t pay it any mind, you nestle your head in his back, right below the spot between his shoulder blades. Breathing his scent in deeply.

* Edward always smells so good, like Argon oil and Rosemary

* You feel him sigh, his hand resting over yours that are intertwined on his stomach

* You stay like that for a moment, you’re not sure how long, it might have been hours

* But it feels too soon when Edward pulls away from you.

* The whine of protest that’s building in the back of your throat dies when you see his face

* “Hey, what’s wrong, why are you upset?” A hand lifts to cradle Edward’s face. His mouth is pinched into a frown and his eyes... they look so sad

* Your compassion only seems to irritate him further because he shakes your hand off of his face

* You’re a little hurt, and very confused

* “What were you doing in there?” You can tell from the way his voice trembles he’s barely contains his anger

* “We were playing a game” you say in a small voice. Edward gives out a bitter laugh

* “And what game was that, spin the bottle?”

* “Who’s the better kisser actually” you mumble, looking down at your shoes feeling a little embarrassed

* “You can’t even imagine the vile thoughts they were-“ he cuts himself off, averting his gaze from you

* You feel like a bucket of cold water got dumped on you

* They’re your friends. You were just having a good time. It was all just harmless fun wasn’t it?

* oh god you kissed Jessica! Jessica your best friend.

* How are supposed to face her now

* “Have you been drinking?” He asks, tugging the bottle hanging limply from between your fingers.

* It’s almost empty, less than a quarter left.

* “H-hey I didn’t drink all of that, Lauren drank quite a bit too, and I’m pretty sure it was already half empty when we got it.” Edward raises an eyebrow and you avert your eyes. You’ve going through too much to handle facing him head on.

* “(Y/N), what’s going on, this isn’t like you” He let’s out a long sigh.

* Why did you drink so much?

* Maybe if he wasn’t so wrapped up in that human he would realize-

* Realize what? Where was that sentence going?

* You remember seeing Edward and Bella talk, the smile he gave her-

* No you can’t think about that right now

* “Nothing’s going on,” he looks at you skeptically and you look back to the ground “I just-I just want you to be happy Eddie.”

* He scoffs

* “You have a funny way of showing it.” He’s about to move back but your hand reaches out to stop him, resting on his forearm

* “No I really want you to be happy Edward, and I see the way you look at her-“

* “What?”

* “And I want you to know that it’s okay!” Your eyes stay fixed on his chest, the pocket of his shirt. “I know everyone around us, including Carlisle, have been hoping we would end up together, but don’t worry about that. You can say it was me if you need to, and-“

* He stops you by placing both of his hand on your face, your eyes meeting his.

* “What are you talking about?”

* This time you’re the one that scoffs

* “Bella of course,” he lets out some noise of disbelief, a mix of a scoff and a snicker

* “Bella? You think I love Bella?” He’s laughing at you! The criminal is laughing at you!

* “Im not stupid Edward!”

* “When have I ever said I have feelings for Bella?”

* “You don’t have to! I see the way you look at her! Like just now-when you were up by the stairwell, you looked at her like she was the only person in the room.”

* He doesn’t scoff now and he averts his eyes. You feel your heart sink a little.

* It’s okay, this is for the best.

* Bella’s going to give him everything he wants.

* Even a baby.

* You can’t give him that.

* “Oh my god Bella! She probably has the totally wrong idea! We have to go back, we have to-“ you’re already moving when you feel Edward grasp your arm, holding you back.

* Your eyebrows thread together in confusion

* “Edward what are you doing? We have to-“

* “I don’t love Bella” he interrupts.

* You’re confused, and then you’re angry.

* Is he lying to you? Straight to your face after you’ve already told him you know everything? Why even bother? What is he trying to save his pride or something, because you’re 100% sure that Bella’s feeling it just as much as he is

* “You don’t need to lie to me Edward-“

* “I’m not lying!” He tugs you closer, the bottle of vodka falling to the ground with a clang.

* You’re caged in his arms, each of his hands is holding your by the elbow. His gold eyes look straight into yours

* “There’s only one person I’ve ever loved,” a gentle smile curls onto his mouth. “They’re impossibly stubborn, when they get an idea in their mind. And they have no sense of self preservation whatsoever.”

* This sounds like Bella. Is this a trick or something?

* His eyes get warm as he looks down at you, his lips twitching as his smile widens

* “But they’re also very compassionate, they’re someone with endless amounts of hope, and everything around them is so-different- so fun! They make me feel....”

* he’s been inching closer this entire time, your chest is practically pressed against his.

* “Human” he finishes with a grin

* His forehead presses against yours and you feel butterflies erupt in your stomach.

* “I’m in love with you, (Y/N), it’s always been you.”

* Before you have time to process the bombshell Edward just dropped on you, Edward moves an inch closer and places his lips over your own.

* Your eyes are open at first, mostly from shock, but they drift close when Edward’s hand trails down the edge of you face, resting on your cheek.

* His kiss is so different from Mike and Conner’s kisses.

* Their kiss had been passionate, almost possessive.

* But Edward’s kiss- his kiss makes you feel safe.

* His hand rests on the small of your back, the other lightly touches the side of your face.

* It’s firm, but you know if you didn’t like his touch, if you wanted it to stop, you could end it anytime.

* He’s leaving you an escape

* He’s still your Edward, Your kind, considerate Edward.

* If you were human tears would prickle the corner of your eyes.

* Instead you stand on your toes, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him in even closer.

* You’re seeing stars when he finally pulls away, and in your daze you actually follow him, stealing one last peck.

* You stand tall, looking straight into his eyes, he’s got the biggest goofiest grin you’ve ever seen

* Even goofier than the one he had when you said you would move with him to Forks.

* “Um, so how was I compared to Mike and Connor?”

* You roll your eyes, he’s still trying to lighten the mood with dumb jokes

* You doubt he needs you to answer. He knows you loved it. He’s so happy he’s glowing. You feel almost feel dizzy looking at him.

* And there’s a million things you want to say to him, but you don’t say any of them.

* Instead you lean over and puke all over his shoes.

* “That bad huh?”

BONUS:

* “Was it just me, or were they like really cold?” Mike asks, his lips still feel a little numb

* “Yeah, but I kind of liked it, it’s like ice play.” Conner grins, and then spares a glance to his friend “How you doing over there Jess thinking of coming down anytime soon?”

* Jessica’s got the widest goofiest grin on her face, her fingers trailing her lips every so often.

* Bella sits beside her with her mouth pinched into a frown

* “It’s always the blonde’s that have all the fun” She mumbles

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katnissmellarkkk · 3 years

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Hmmm I should probably wait another day to post part two of Finnick being there for Everlark / being their friend but I don’t wanna sooo. Here it is 🤗

I see my mother lead in a group of mobile patients, still wearing their hospital nightgowns and robes. Finnick stands among them, looking dazed but gorgeous. In his hands he holds a piece of thin rope, less than a foot in length, too short for even him to fashion into a usable noose. His fingers move rapidly, automatically tying and unraveling various knots as he gazes about. Probably part of his therapy. I cross to him and say, “Hey, Finnick.” He doesn’t seem to notice, so I nudge him to get his attention. “Finnick! How are you doing?”

“Katniss,” he says, gripping my hand. Relieved to see a familiar face, I think.

Finnick, who’s been wandering around the set for a few hours, comes up behind me and says with a hint of his old humor, “They’ll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you.”

Just as the elevator arrives, Finnick appears in a state of agitation. “Katniss, they won’t let me go! I told them I’m fine, but they won’t even let me ride in the hovercraft!”

I take in Finnick — his bare legs showing between his hospital gown and slippers, his tangle of hair, the half-knotted rope twisted around his fingers, the wild look in his eyes — and know any plea on my part will be useless. Even I don’t think it’s a good idea to bring him. So I smack my hand on my forehead and say, “Oh, I forgot. It’s this stupid concussion. I was supposed to tell you to report to Beetee in Special Weaponry. He’s designed a new trident for you.”

At the word trident, it’s as if the old Finnick surfaces. “Really? What’s it do?”

“I don’t know. But if it’s anything like my bow and arrows, you’re going to love it,” I say. “You’ll need to train with it, though.”

“Right. Of course. I guess I better get down there,” he says.

“Finnick?” I say. “Maybe some pants?”

He looks down at his legs as if noticing his outfit for the first time. Then he whips off his hospital gown, leaving him in just his underwear. “Why? Do you find this”— he strikes a ridiculously provocative pose —“distracting?”

I can’t help laughing because it’s funny, and it’s extra funny because it makes Boggs look so uncomfortable, and I’m happy because Finnick actually sounds like the guy I met at the Quarter Quell.

“I’m only human, Odair.” I get in before the elevator doors close.

At dinner, Finnick brings his tray to my bed so we can watch the newest propo together on television. He was assigned quarters on my old floor, but he has so many mental relapses, he still basically lives in the hospital.

Finnick presses the button on the remote that kills the power. In a minute, people will be here to do damage control on Peeta’s condition and the words that came out of his mouth. I will need to repudiate them. But the truth is, I don’t trust the rebels or Plutarch or Coin. I’m not confident that they tell me the truth. I won’t be able to conceal this. Footsteps are approaching.

Finnick grips me hard by the arms. “We didn’t see it.”

“What?” I ask.

“We didn’t see Peeta. Only the propo on Eight. Then we turned the set off because the images upset you. Got it?” he asks. I nod. “Finish your dinner.”

“This is what they’re doing to you with Annie, isn’t it?” I ask.

“Well, they didn’t arrest her because they thought she’d be a wealth of rebel information,” he says. “They know I’d never have risked telling her anything like that. For her own protection.”

“Oh, Finnick. I’m so sorry,” I say.

“No, I’m sorry. That I didn’t warn you somehow,” he tells me.

Suddenly, a memory surfaces. I’m strapped to my bed, mad with rage and grief after the rescue. Finnick is trying to console me about Peeta. “They’ll figure out he doesn’t know anything pretty fast. And they won’t kill him if they think they can use him against you.”

“You did warn me, though. On the hovercraft. Only when you said they’d use Peeta against me, I thought you meant like bait. To lure me into the Capitol somehow,” I say.

“I shouldn’t have said even that. It was too late for it to be of any help to you. Since I hadn’t warned you before the Quarter Quell, I should’ve shut up about how Snow operates.”

Finnick and I sit for a long time in silence, watching the knots bloom and vanish, before I can ask, “How do you bear it?”

Finnick looks at me in disbelief. “I don’t, Katniss! Obviously, I don’t. I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there’s no relief in waking.” Something in my expression stops him. “Better not to give in to it. It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.”

Well, he must know. I take a deep breath, forcing myself back into one piece.

“The more you can distract yourself, the better,” he says. “First thing tomorrow, we’ll get you your own rope. Until then, take mine.”

The camera pulls back to include Peeta, off to one side in front of a projected map of Panem. He's sitting in an elevated chair, his shoes supported by a metal rung. The foot of his prosthetic leg taps out a strange irregular beat. Beads of sweat have broken through the layer of powder on his upper lip and forehead. But it's the look in his eyes--angry yet unfocused--that frightens me the most.

"He's worse," I whisper. Finnick grasps my hand, to give me an anchor, and I try to hang on.

“You have two hours to get footage showing the damage from the bombing, establish that Thirteen’s military unit remains not only functional but dominant, and, most important, that the Mockingjay is still alive. Any questions?”

“Can we have a coffee?” asks Finnick.

Steaming cups are handed out. I stare distastefully at the shiny black liquid, never having been much of a fan of the stuff, but thinking it might help me stay on my feet.

Finnick sloshes some cream in my cup and reaches into the sugar bowl. “Want a sugar cube?” he asks in his old seductive voice. That’s how we met, with Finnick offering me sugar. Surrounded by horses and chariots, costumed and painted for the crowds, before we were allies. Before I had any idea what made him tick. The memory actually coaxes a smile out of me. “Here, it improves the taste,” he says in his real voice, plunking three cubes in my cup.

Haymitch’s footsteps are still echoing in the outer hall when I fumble my way through the slit in the dividing curtain to find Finnick sprawled out on his stomach, his hands twisted in his pillowcase. Although it’s cowardly — cruel even — to rouse him from the shadowy, muted drug land to stark reality, I go ahead and do it because I can’t stand to face this by myself.

As I explain our situation, his initial agitation mysteriously ebbs. “Don’t you see, Katniss, this will decide things. One way or the other. By the end of the day, they’ll either be dead or with us. It’s . . . it’s more than we could hope for!”

Well, that’s a sunny view of our situation. And yet there’s something calming about the idea that this torment could come to an end.

I want to run, but Finnick’s acting so strange, as if he’s lost the ability to move, so I take his hand and lead him like a small child.

"Oh, Peeta," says Finnick lightly. "Don't make me sorry I restarted your heart." He leads Annie away after giving me a concerned glance.

I'm unaware that my feet are moving to the table until I'm inches from the holograph. My hand reaches in and cups a rapidly blinking green light.

Someone joins me, his body tense. Finnick, of course. Because only a victor would see what I see so immediately. The arena. Laced with pods controlled by Gamemakers. Finnick's fingers caress a steady red glow over a doorway. "Ladies and gentlemen..."

His voice is quiet, but mine rings through the room. "Let the Seventy-sixth Hunger Games begin!"

I laugh. Quickly. Before anyone has time to register what lies beneath the words I have just uttered. Before eyebrows are raised, objections are uttered, two and two are put together, and the solution is that I should be kept as far away from the Capitol as possible. Because an angry, independently thinking victor with a layer of psychological scar tissue too thick to penetrate is maybe the last person you want on your squad.

"I don't even know why you bothered to put Finnick and me through training, Plutarch," I say.

"Yeah, we're already the two best-equipped soldiers you have," Finnick adds cockily.

"Do not think that fact escapes me," he says with an impatient wave. "Now back in line, Soldiers Odair and Everdeen. I have a presentation to finish."

Boggs told Peeta to sleep out in full view where the rest of us could keep an eye on him. He isn't sleeping, though. Instead, he sits with his bag pulled up to his chest, clumsily trying to make knots in a short length of rope. I know it well. It's the one Finnick lent me that night in the bunker. Seeing it in his hands, it's like Finnick's echoing what Haymitch just said, that I've cast off Peeta.

He weaves the rope in and out of his fingers. "The problem is, I can't tell what's real anymore, and what's made up."

The cessation of rhythmic breathing suggests that either people have woken or have never really been asleep at all. I suspect the latter.

Finnick's voice rises from a bundle in the shadows. "Then you should ask, Peeta. That's what Annie does.”

Masks go on. Finnick adjusts Peeta's mask over his lifeless face.

"I just murdered a member of our squad!" shouts Peeta.

"You pushed him off you. You couldn't have known he would trigger the net at that exact spot," says Finnick, trying to calm him.

"Who cares? He's dead, isn't he?" Tears begin to run down Peeta's face. "I didn't know. I've never seen myself like that before. Katniss is right. I'm the monster. I'm the mutt. I'm the one Snow has turned into a weapon!"

“It's not your fault, Peeta," says Finnick.

I shout a warning to the others to stay with me. I plan for us to skirt around the corner and then detonate the Meat Grinder, but another unmarked pod lies in wait.

It happens silently. I would miss it entirely if Finnick didn't pull me to a stop. "Katniss!"

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thattimdrakeguy · 3 years

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Started thinking about the idea of swapping Kon and Cassie for the formation of YJ, which leads me to two questions for you: 1) Do you have a 90s Cassie Recommended Reading List? Want to do a little research first. 2) Do you have any ideas yourself? (I’m just curious) Thanks for your time!

I read all of these, but--

https://comicvine.gamespot.com/wonder-woman/4050-3824/object-appearances/4005-10885/

Use this to fill in the gaps, and stop at Wonder Woman #136. Because that'll be all the ones written by her creator. I just went past to see if I could learn more about her school life, but it just wasn't happening.

The one issue that focused on it was absolutely terrible. They got Mark Millar, for only one issue, and he made Cassie the most generic typical teenage girl character ever, obsessed over a boy and changing how she looks to impress him, just for it all to be okay by just being herself.

She didn't act anything like Cassie. They made fun of her physical appearance. Put her in a mini-skirt, and had her and Cissie talk about if they should make Cassie's boobs look bigger.

And while I'm sure real girls are like, that and do that sort of stuff, it's not who Cassie was. Which is the problem--beyond a grown man writing about teenage girl’s boobs.

I greatly question the choice on hiring a 30 something year old man to write a singular issue of Wonder Woman focusing on the life of a teenage girl still in High School with a crush.

After reading it I straight up stopped reading any farther because I thought it was absolutely ridiculous.

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And as far as the starting members of Young Justice being Bart, Cassie, and Timmy? Hmmm.

I'm going to say going with the characterization going with what their creators intended. Cause I do think Young Justice, characterization wise, was pretty freaking shabby. Which sucks, because it really is super funny.

But I think--hmmm.

I think the dynamics would be more like this.

Cause Tim was intended to be this morally innocent, very naïve little boy, who was pretty oblivious. And I keep saying socially oblivious with him, because that's part of it. But I should specify that he isn't a social mess. He can talk just fine, and can even be a great talker. He's just very obviously oblivious of a lot of stuff people his age and older are aware of.

Cassie's a wild-child who stays out past her curfew to party, thinks fights and battles are extremely cool, and while clever herself like Timmy, she gets ahead of herself often and ends up getting hurt. She's head-strong before anything else and doesn't like having to be protected. But she still does her best and shows that by baby sitting kids, and still being very quick-witted.

Bart is a total airhead, who quite literally doesn't know how the world works. Not in the Timmy way, but in a "I was literally raised in a video game" way. He's ill-tempered, can't relate to anyone, but loves doing Super Hero stuff and playing video games.

So I feel like their whole vibe would be like--sleepover time.

And the first issue of the actual series they're literally having a sleepover and stuff, but I mean, because I don't actually think Tim would be this Batman-esque figure, and try to act like him to be leader. I think it would be that without any sense of responsibility until they try to solve a crime.

Tim was made to be a positive-thinking, grounded person. Not a grump.

But if anyone was going to be trying to keep a lid on things it would still be Tim. He's the most level-headed one of the group so he'd have to be or else they'd all be running face first into walls.

At the same time though, I think, cause of Tim being the youngest looking, the most innocent minded, and well, literally being the youngest kid. He's have more of a little brotherly role despite being the one that keeps the lid on things. Like he'd naturally be the one that gets teased the most in that vein, and probably be protected more--Not cause he can't help himself, but I just think that because the others are both Super Powered, it'd be a reflex, and Young Justice itself originally portrayed Tim as being way more talented than he actually is. His whole thing was not being the best, but trying his best.

I think by default Cassie might have that sort of--older sister power, though. Mainly cause she's a babysitter and she's used to having to deal with brats. Just not ones closer to her own age. Even though Bart is actually the oldest of the three.

Bart's probably just a chill middle child that still gets into trouble a freaking lot, which freaks out baby brother, and makes older sister sigh, while they gotta bail him out.

Cause Tim's more prone to anxiety than Cassie is. Cassie just gets freaking annoyed over worried lol.

Also with Tim and Bart on two totally different sides of the responsibility spectrum, Cassie who's right in the middle sort of has to be the one to keep the oil in the machine or else they'd never get anything done. She's the deciding factor, and it's like flipping a coin if she's going to wanna do what Tim wants or what Bart once.

Timmy just has to deal with it and hopefully him and Cassie will be clever enough to keep them out of too much trouble.

And I feel like there'd be them mostly just playing around as kids and just talking about their interests. Because they can relate to each other a lot more, especially Tim and Cassie interest wise.

So more chaos, more kids being kids, and it being a lot more dorkier.

They'd probably just hang around Cassie's place all the time being partially babysat by Diana I imagine. Because they'd be less of a young Super Hero team, and more of just friends being friends, and they all happen to be Super Heroes.

No real leader role. Cassie and Tim both serving functions of a leader, but ultimately not a straight up leader. Tim's just the most grounded, morally innocent, and intuitive one, while Cassie I think would have the actual role of authority over them all. Her boys just following her around.

Cassie's also the most socially normal one. Bart literally doesn't know a freaking thing. Tim's not good at realizing how others will feel, and will actually break into your house with the most innocent of intentions, but still, that's wrong and creepy.

So she'd be there to reel the boys back from their weirdness. Someone's gotta pull Tim out of the trash cans looking through people’s garbage trying to solve mysteries.

I'm not sure if I explained any of that well, but that's the basics of what's in my head when I try to picture what they'd be like together.

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Toss a Coin II: Valley of Plenty

Author’s Note: It was supposed to be a one shot and of course, as usual I couldn’t make it a one shot. I hope you enjoy! My taglist is open! Requests open! I got this idea from a request so send them!If I missed you on the taglist add your name HERE please!! If your name appears Twice could you go in the taglist and take it off! lol Hope you enjoy! (The taglist is almost longer than my fic, I’m flattered)

Warnings: Smut

Pairings: Geralt x Reader

Requested: Hey! Can you please write Geralt falling in love with a reader who already has a kid? Thank ya! - ANON`

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“Who are you?” The small voice said from the side of the bed.

Geralt could only see eyes, the green eyes of the small brown-haired boy staring at Geralt. Geralt’s legs tangled in yours, but luckily the blanket covered everything. His head hummed with the onslaught of a headache, and he was tired. You had quite the appetite. “Fu-.” He hesitated before completing his thought.

“Are you a witcher!” His voice was curious. “Mom. Is he a witcher?”

Mom. He looked over to you, your arms draped across his chest, and the soft snores were a clear indication you were sound asleep. Geralt sighed and looked at the girl. “Who are you?”

“I’m Talstyn.” He beamed. “My mom said today I could pick the eggs today. Will you come?”

Geralt tried to process it, but the kid was adorable. “Talstyn.” He smirked. “You should ask your mother.”

“I am asking you.”

“Hmmm.” He laughed. “I will if you ask her.”

“Do you kill monsters?”

“When I need to.” Geralt's eyes were soft. “What do you do?”

“I help feed the chickens, and sometimes I get to help my Uncle Roth in Tameria with his doctor things.”

“You’re a doctor.”

“I guess.” He perched himself on the end of the bed and picked up the dark elixir from the table. “Is this your medicine?”

“It is.”

“Drink it.”

Geralt’s laugh makes your eyes flicker open. “Not right now, I don’t see any monsters.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

You heard your son talking and Geralt looking down at him with more patience than he had the one day you’ve known him. You spring up from the bed, pulling the blanket to cover your breast. “Talstyn. What did I tell you about sneaking into places?”

“The door was open.” He protested, standing from the floor. “Geralt is my friend.”

“Talstyn.”

“Can he go with us to the chicken coop?” He asked in a rush blaze of words. “Please! Please!”

You chuckled, “Certainly, only if Geralt wants to join us. Go back into the tavern, and I will come to get you.” He happily jumped three feet off the ground, and his hair whipped back, revealing the little pointed ears. Then he was gone. You cleared your throat. “I am sorry about that. Talstyn usually does as he is told.”

Geralt says nothing at first, but his eyes are soft as you climb from the bed and slip into your dress. “You have a child?”

“Talstyn.” You smiled as his name floated from your lips. “He’s seven, a little rowdy at times, but he’s my heart. You were not supposed to meet him,” You paused. “So, you should consider yourself lucky.”

“I do, the four minutes, I have met him I can tell that he's a great kid.” He sighed. “He’s half-elf?”

You swallowed. “That’s between us, and yes.” You two dress in silence, but you can feel the eyes of Geralt wandering over your body as you do so. He tossed you the small brown bag of orens, and you smile. “Thank you, sir.”

“You’re welcome.:

You winked at him and pecked his cheek. “It was a good time.”

“Is this goodbye? I seem to recall an invitation to a chicken coop?”

“You want to join us?”

“I would like to if that’s okay?”

“Great, I’d like that.”

What was happening? One night you were being fucked by a renowned witcher, HE EVEN PAID!!!! And you were taking him to fetch eggs with your kid. Talstyn was ecstatic; he clung to Geralt as if he’d known him his entire life, and in a way he might have, the tune about him was catchy. He sang it often. Geralt did not protest his clinginess; he walked beside Roach with Talstyn on his leg as if he weighed nothing. It broke your back sometimes just to allow him on your hip, and yes, he was too large for it, but he was your baby.

“What’s his name?” Talstyn asked.

“Roach.”

“I don’t like that name.”

“It’s okay; he’s not your horse.” Geralt teased.

“I would’ve named him Beleg.”

The thud of your heart flooded you, Beleg the Wise, his father was his favorite name for everything. He got a dog and named him Beleg, a cat, a chicken, the neighbor's cow, all Beleg. It was soothing to know that he loved his father, but every time you heard the name, your heart sunk for a moment, and you remembered him. It was always a good thing, the blue of his irises or the bolstering laugh — the good stuff.

The chickens were already out, pecking at the grains and furling their wings. The small village did not seem like much to your some, but for you, it had an air of reclusiveness, and given the state of things with Queen Calanthe and her elven raids, the caution was needed. You didn’t want him in any danger, and you for sure didn’t want an inkling of danger near Talstyn. You all reached the coop in minutes, and immediately Talstyn sprinted to he coop.

It was the first time you were alone the entire walk. “Why'd you want to come out here?”

“Well,” he paused. “I am here for a few days. I figured it would be nice to have someone to talk to for once.”

“You’re usually alone?”

“Sometimes.” He brushed his hand down Roach’s coat. “I have Roach.”

“I’m sure he’s a great company.”

“You failed to mention him last night.”

“Oh, I apologize. I should’ve started it like this; I have a kid, wanna fuck?”

“Not what I meant.” He chuckled. “We talked last night; I figured he might come up then.”

“No, I just keep him away from everything else, where he belongs.”

“Why chose…” He paused. “Chose this line of work?”

“Because I have no husband, and I own no land…. I have to provide and this allows me to be a mother and work while he sleeps.” Your face teamed with heat. No one ever cared how you had come to be a wench, just which room and how much. This was new. And the look on his chiseled face was genuine interest. “Though you think it’s a valley of plenty… I can assure you it is not for me.”

“I understand, finding work can be…” He paused. “Hard.”

You laughed at the unintended joke, and his pale face flushed red, “Good analogy there, witcher.”

“It was not what I meant.” His stone face was apologetic as he walked to the coop with Talstyn. He had six eggs in his basket and a grin. “What do you have there?”

“Breakfast!”

You cooked for him, and breakfast turned into supper quicker than you expected. Talstyn was down, worn out from the day’s festivities, and for the moment, you were too. You cleared the plates from your table and poured him another glass of ale. “When are you leaving for your next adventure?” You sat across from him and gulp down on your ale.

“Kicking me out?” He cocked a brow.

“No.” You nearly choked laughing.

“Tomorrow morning.” He answered.

The room was quiet, but the tension was there. You’d been eyeing Geralt all-day, pangs of the pleasure from last night would hit you. Every time he growled or laughed, a part of you begged to hear him make other sounds. “So… it appears that we are near our farewells.”

“Pity…” Geralt moved from the table with his hand outstretched. “We should do it properly then.”

And there was no contest of his offer. You placed your hand in his, and he tugged you to his chest. The first kiss was euphoric, a burst of butterflies pushed through your body, and you were happy he’d stayed, glad that last night was not the first and last time you’d fucked the witcher. He cradled your face and stared at you once more.

“I know how to do that.” You pushed him against the wall, well he helped, there was no real way you could genuinely push the bulked man. You dropped to your knees, remembering how he seemed to like making you mewl. It was your turn now. He does not stop you from unzipping his pants a freeing his cock. Your eyes lit watching the thick veined cock; you gripped him feeling the large girth and the warmth in your hand.

“Are you scared of it?” He snickered.

But the snickered left once your mouth enveloped the crown of his cock, and your tongue swiped the salty precum that dripped out. There was a guttural moan that poured from him before you engulfed him all. His hands went flush against the wall as you started to move. You sucked, taking him to the back of your throat until he flinched and then stroked him. He tasted sweet and salty, a mixture you enjoyed.

His hands webbed your hair, guiding his cock further into your throat until you nearly gagged and then back out again. The pace was steady, deep strokes of winding hips, and you felt yourself growing wet from him. “Y/N.” He murmured.

You don’t answer, only pull him from your mouth with a popping sound and look up to him with lust-filled eyes.

“Fuck.” He groaned. What a sight? You wished you could see it yourself, you on your knees in front of the Witcher, basically begging to be fucked. It was a demand nearly the way your eyes pleaded to be fucked. Geralt lifted you from the ground and placed his lips on yours. “How do you want me?”

Your smile was wide as you slip from your dress and bend over, placing your hands on the bed. “Why are you over there?” You whispered.

“Just admiring, this plentiful valley.”

You burst into laughter. “That was corny, witcher.”

“Maybe.” The grin covered his face, and he took his shirt off and made his way over to you, and his hand slapped down on your ass, the hum of the sting makes your pussy clench. “Is this what you want?” He whispered as he dips a single finger into you.

You braced yourself for his intrusion, you would think after three rounds you’d be used to the feeling of being full of him, but you weren’t. He eased into you pushing your body forward, and you inhaled sharply, mouth open and eyes closed. He picked you up and started to fuck you. “Oh hell,” You rasped.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day.” He murmured. His hips bounce from your ass with each stroke, and for some reason, he felt deeper every time he did. His hand wrapped around your waist and placed two fingers on your clit, causing you to fall on the bed with your ass arched and ready for him. He began to thrust quicker, barely controlling his chaotic state. “How you sound when I’m inside you…”

The words made you pussy clench, and then he stroked your clit again and pushed your legs farther apart. “Shit… Geralt.”

“Yes,” his deep voice rumbled against your back, and he slammed into you again. “Say my name again.” He commanded. The fresh air blew over your back as he stood and gripped your hips and pulled them to him. Your body jerked, the beginning of a feeling you’d grown to love. “Say.” He thrust into you, emphasizing the word. “It.”

“Geralt.” You gripped the sheets, your head was light, and you were short of breath. He continued to fuck into you madly. “Oh fuck, Geralt.”

The snap of his thurst filled the room, followed by the moving of the bed a foot and Geralt falling into you and going deeper. So, fucking deep. You winded your hips coaxing him to fuck you slowly. You were shuddering.

“I could do this every day.” He whispered. Geralt rolled over staying inside of you and allowing your legs to drape over his, he laid back on the pillow, rubbing the swollen bud over and over. Then he starts again, a riveting pace. “Every morning, every fucking night.” He added. The words caused your heart to swell and perhaps triggered the flood of pleasure that coursed through your body.

You weren’t going to sleep with him tonight. You needed to get home and back to Talstyn. You wait until he’s asleep and dress quietly. The day was fantastic, the first time you felt safe going places with Talstn, the first time you’d seen your son smile over someone that wasn’t his dead father. But reality had set in; everything was perfect. But that was not your life, and you had to go. You took the leather bag of orens from your belt and put it in his sack. Whatever this was, you refused to let it go further. In a few months, you’d have to move, start over, and it would be easier to not be with him.

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The Captain's Secret (Chris Evans Fic) Chapter 5: Coulson's Memorial

I am sorry this is so long, but I did not want to break up this scene. I mean seriously, who interrupts a funeral? Thanks for the support...

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CAP POV

I woke up with a start. Most of the time I was up before my watch chimed, but not this time.

I fell asleep on the couch with Lesedi. Fury had left sometime during the night. Her head was on my chest. She had managed to eat something, and had two cups of tea before falling asleep last night, still telling stories of the father figure she lost in half sleep. I looked down at her, and she was looking up at me. She got up slowly, her eyes full of sadness.

"I'll get dressed."

I went to my quarters to get dressed to find Tony already there and standing by my door.

"And where were you last night?"

He sounded like some of my old buddies back in the barracks when we snuck in from a long night. I shrugged. "I have to escort someone to Phil's memorial." I watched him quirk his brow inquisitively. "Turns out Coulson had someone he raised as his own. She needed to know she wasn't alone."

"Ah, so you comforted her."

I caught the implication of his words and felt the need to correct him even though it was really none of his business. "I stayed and fell asleep on her couch, yes."

"Aha," Tony walked off. "See you there."

An hour later, we were all on the helicarrier rising to the skies. It was a beautiful morning. I knew we'd all be reminiscing about him, trying to remember the good times and friendship he gave us, so we wouldn't feel so bad. I invited Lesedi along, giving her a chance to meet us all. She was dressed in a flowing black dress that was shorter in front but trailed in the back. Her sleeves were also flowing, with her hair loose and giving her the look of some dark angel. She sat on the couch next to me, almost as if she needed protection from everyone.

"I--" she whispered. "I want to thank you for all you've done, and especially for avenging Uncle Phil. In the ways that counted, he was my father. It helps to know the one who hurt him won't hurt anyone else. "

We all looked at each other. Suddenly, we all were softened, I could see it. Tony cleared his throat. Thor looked sorry; it was his brother, after all.

She was quiet as we all told her about our histories with Phil, how we were all recruited. She laughed at some of the things we told her he said, and even agreed that was how he was, how she knew him to be, too. She also said she knew about us to a degree.

"So..." Tony trailed off.

"Uh..." Clint blinked at us.

"Look, we didn't know you existed," Tony said. That was when I noticed Natasha and Clint sharing a glance and looking neutral. Hmmm....

Lesedi looked at Fury. "He found me and basically adopted me as his own. I wouldn't have made it without him."

"So, what do you do now?"

She was choosing her words carefully. "I work for SHIELD."

"Doing what?"

She glanced at Fury again. "Diagnostics."

Tony quirked a brow at me; we decided there was more. "Okay." I gave him a warning look and he rolled his eyes. "Maybe we'll get a chance to work together."

She smiled at that. "That would be...really something."

I held her hand or had my arm around her the whole time. It was a pretty nice service, complete with 21 gun salute, fly by, and a eulogy delivered by Fury. Finally it was time for Lesedi to step forward to spill the ashes into the atmosphere. I stood behind her to show support.

"Hi," she said softly. "I know of all of you, but I'm pretty sure you may not know me. I'm Lesedi Evelyn Munroe. I'm Phil Coulson's daughter." She paused to compose her self. "He was a wonderful father. We loved each other very much. We were a real family." She cleared her throat. "He was like that, you know, he was always reaching out to pull people in, or to catch you when you were falling or to keep you steady. He was always someone you could count on, someone who would be there to believe in you. He believed in SHIELD. He believed in the Avengers. I hope he knows how much we believed in him, respected him and loved him. I can't express how grateful I am for his love and protection. I couldn't repay that debt if I tried. When he went on missions, I was always afraid..." She swallowed hard. "He wasn't coming back." Her voice faltered. "So he would send me playlists of songs to cheer me up. One that helped me sleep was this:

"I remember tears streaming down your face

When I said, "I'll never let you go."

When all those shadows almost killed your light

I remember you said, "Don't leave me here alone,"

But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight

Just close your eyes

The sun is going down

You'll be alright

No one can hurt you now

Come morning light

You and I'll be safe and sound..."

She sounded so soulful, at times sounding like a child, but then sounding like a woman, but the sadness was throughout. When I saw she might break down, I rushed to her side. I walked with her to the end of the deck and she spilled the ashes. It floated off into the air, and for a moment I thought I saw the SHIELD symbol in the sky, but it faded quickly. I held her as she cried.

"What will I do without him?" she whispered into my shirt as she clutched one of the lapels of my jacket. "I know I'm old enough to know, but I don't."

"For now, breathe." I whispered, rubbing her back. "I'm right here." Her arms encircled me under my jacket, hiding from everyone as she hid her face, and mine went around her. We stood there for awhile, holding each other tightly. She looked off to the skies as if she was watching him go. I stroked her hair, and looked up to see the others respectfully take their leave, letting her have these moments alone.

"Let's go, Evelyn." Fury said. He almost sounded angry.

I watched her heavily exhale, and look up at me. She didn't want to leave, and I didn't want her to. Fury took her from me, grasping her elbow, and I felt a loss. I locked eyes with him as I would an enemy. I didn't know where that came from. I looked down, trying to control my instinctively protective feeling that Lesedi was some sort of prisoner and needed me, needed my help.

"You okay, bud?"

"Uh...yeah, Clint, I'm-I'm okay."

Clint looked at her and then at me. "You wanna go after her?"

"You know, I just--" I couldn't take my eyes off her. Then she turned to look over her shoulder at me even though Fury was steering her away. "I'll check on her later."

Tony joined us. "Cap?"

"Yeah?"

"Did you...see that?"

"See what?"

He tapped his phone. "That." We watched in slow motion as the ashes formed the SHIELD sign before disappearing. "That's no easy trick."

"Tony--"

"Don't you dare tell me it's coincidence," Tony said quickly. "That girl is more than what she seems, and Phil knew it. I'm tabling this for now; she really did love her father. I respect that."

"Leave it alone, Tony--"

"I think Fury knows something, too. Won't be the first time, huh?" Tony whispered, leaning in closer. "Talk to you later." He left me standing there, coming to grips with the fact that this wasn't over, not by a longshot.

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trashboatprince · 4 years

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I had another idea for Tentoo and Rose, and I had to write it up.

Summery: Clearly, if you’re going to be living in a new world where you can’t just always get away with psychic paper to get into places, you’re gonna have come up with an identity for yourself.

And that includes a name.

So, Rose and the Doctor have an afternoon to kill, why not figure out what works best for the guy?

The name I give Tentoo is pretty much my headcanon name for him, do with it what you will. Also, the names suggested are mostly for fun.

On with the fic!

To Name a Doctor

A thwump sound caught the Doctor’s attention from the banana he was peeling, and his attention was drawn to the puce folder in front of him. It was still weird that puce was the color for folders rather than manilla in this universe, but it was the little things that seemed to catch his attention more than the big things.

Like how the chips here were terrible and he was working on genetically modifying a root vegetable in order to make actual, good chips.

The Doctor looked up at Rose who sat on the opposite side of the kitchen’s bar, gently pushing the folder closer to him. “Dad wanted me to give you these yesterday, but I forgot them in the car last night.”

“And they are…?” He asked, opening it up to see documents that required him to fill out information.

“Well, they’re identification papers that Dad and I wrote up yesterday over lunch. You’ve been here for over a week now and you’ve done a number of things but have not given yourself an identity here.” Rose replied and the Doctor set down his banana, giving this a little bit of thought.

Yes, in just his ten days here in Pete’s World, he’s built himself a screwdriver, bought himself some clothes, pretty much moved into Rose’s room (though he technically had his own in the Tyler estate until he and Rose found their own place), and had gotten on Jackie’s nerves at least thirty nine times. Oh, and he was able to properly identify and disarm an alien gas bomb that Torchwood had discovered through a phone call with Pete.

But Rose was right, he had yet to do anything about giving himself ‘official’ documents here. Rose had her own made forever ago, excellent fakes, no one could tell that they weren’t real, which means he’d have to get himself some too.

“Hmm… do we have anything planned today?” The brunet asked as he looked over the papers.

“Nope.” Rose spoke, popping the P. “So, wanna lie on some documents?”

The Doctor’s grin rivaled the one his girlfriend shared, and he took the pen she offered him. She got up from her seat, saying she was gonna make them some tea and he nodded, looking down at the papers in front of him.

“Alright, let’s fill out the easy stuff.” He commented, quickly writing down his weight, height, hair and eye color for IDs and ‘updated’ information, before hitting the roadblocks. “Birth date… hmmm, what do you think works best? Christmas Day, or when the meta-crisis happened?”

Rose looked over her shoulder, confused. “Christmas Day?”

“You know, when…?” The Doctor raised his right hand, wiggling his fingers.

This got a laugh out of the blonde as she put the kettle on the stove. “Oh, that’s a good one! I’d say Christmas, I mean, technically it was the day you were born, both as the hand and as the new Doctor.”

“Well, actually, I was regenerated on that day in the Game Station, and we arrived back on Earth on Christmas Eve, but still, close enough!” The part-Time Lord wrote down December 25th on the document before frowning. “Okay, parents… technically myself and Donna.”

“Then put down John Smith and Donna Noble.” Rose snickered. “Oh, I bet they’d have real laugh about that.”

“Donna might! Before she’d get angry about it. ‘Oi, spaceman! I am not gonna be your mother, even if I did help make you’!” The Doctor spoke, putting on his best impression of the fiery redhead, which sounded way too much like her, so he quickly shut his mouth. Rose burst out laughing at this and he scowled, before laughing as well. He quickly wrote down the names before pausing.

“I do have to give myself a name. John Smith won’t work. I mean, it’s worked a number of times, but some people are so suspicious of how generic it is, ya know? And I’m technically another version of the Doctor, still him, but upgrade, in a sense.” Like Hell he’d say he was downgrade.

Rose shrugged. “You could be a junior, or a second.”

The Doctor made a face. “Hmm… I dunno… maybe I could try for a new name? Something a bit different. What do you think of David?” He asked, saying the first name to come to mind.

“Hmm…” Rose thought, looking him over. “You sort of look like a David, but we’ll put that in the maybe pile. What about Matt?”

“Nah, don’t look much like that. Peter?”

“No, not that. Alec?”

“I feel like that name would make me ruder than I already am. Anthony?”

Rose snorted. “No, that’s my brother’s name! Though, if you were ginger with that name… Crowley?”

The Doctor shook his head. “Don’t think I could pull that off. Corin?”

Both paused and made faces. “No, no, terrible name, you’re right.” He shook his head. “Somehow that sounds ruder than Alec! Cassiopeia?”

“Doctor, I know I probably won’t call you these names except around people who don’t know you’re the Doctor, but there is no way in hell I’m callin’ you that.”

The Doctor looked at her funny. “What’s wrong with naming myself after a constellation?”

Rose just looked at him, raising an eyebrow, crossing her arms with an expression that basically shouted ‘are you seriously asking that question’.

“Right.” He sighed, scratching his head. “Jack?” He joked and she laughed. “Nah, good point. Oh! Wait, I’ve got one! Wilfred!”

This got Rose to raise an eyebrow. “Donna’s grandpa?”

“Yes! He’s a good man, really enjoyed his company, got to spend some time with him. Did you know he got a star named after him after he discovered it? Amazing, real proud of that man.” The Doctor smiled softly, toying with the pen in his hands. “I hope he’s doing okay.”

Rose knew there was a quiet, unspoken addition to that, but she didn’t bring it up. “Wilfred is a good name; do you want that?”

“I was thinking that’d be my middle name. I might go with John as the first, for old time’s sake, but Wilfred is the middle name. And… Noble, for the last name?”

The blonde gave this a bit of thought, tapping at her chin. “John Wilfred Noble… I like it.”

“Sounds good enough to tag on Tyler to it in the future?” The half-alien grinned and Rose walked over, giving him a little shove before a kiss on the cheek.

“John Wilfred Tyler-Noble? I think that’s an excellent name. Just don’t be writin’ that down on that paperwork! Don’t want Dad asking us a million questions!”

“Oh come on, it would be hilarious to show my ID card to your mom and watching her reaction!” He got a punch to the arm, making him wince. “Alright, alright, I’ll save that for later.”

Rose smirked and kissed his cheek again. “Right, so, for now you just leave the Tyler part off until we get that far. But this looks pretty good, now, onto figuring out your birth year.”

“Oh, that’s gonna be a challenge.”

END

Just something short and sweet. I’m in that group of Tentoo fans that loves the idea that he took on Wilfred’s name and Donna’s last name, especially cause I’ve been looking into the side content involving Ten and Donna and how much he seems to enjoy the Noble family (yes, that includes Sylvia, to a smaller extent, I mean, he even pretended she was his mother-in-law in an audio adventure). And yes, Wilfred does have a star named after him, its from one of the novels.

I might make this a little series of one-shots of Tentoo adapting to Pete’s World, spending time with the Tylers, and exploring this universe.

Thanks for reading!

#doctor who #tentoo #rose tyler #tentoo x rose #john's drabbles

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drangues · 3 years

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You can’t see it but I’m pointing and saying that you’re the one who gets me because I also love cheesy stuff. Also I’ve been a nerd over Many things in the past- Mythology, geology, psychology, computers, characters in a franchise I don’t like but I love This One Person, etc. Have I stuck with any of these things long enough to be Smart and Cool and Know A Lot? Absolutely not. But my anxiety dictates that I’ll annoy anyways. (Nyanon, 1/6)

Putting my annoyingness aside, the ones that are your favorites aren’t basic!!! They had an impact on you that makes you cherish them, and that’s important! My Neighbor Totoro is probably one of the most well known (and therefore “basic”) films they’ve released, but it’s super important to me anyways. But yes, the two of them would look adorable in the Ghibli style,,, I can even imagine them just. Dressing up as Howl and Sophie for like, a convention or something, it’d be great. (Nyanon, 2/6)

And listen he has to be doing Something with books!!! He loves them, and I feel like he’d love being able to restore or take care of them in someway, even if they are inanimate objects and it makes him feel a bit silly for being so attached. If he isn’t doing restorations or bindings, then he’s definitely a librarian. Also!!! Imagine that Kyouka’s little familiar was a gift from Atsushi,, Maybe it’s Byakko??? Like, tiny striped kitty Byakko. (Nyanon, 3/6)

I think that’d be cute, but it’s been a while since I’ve been able to watch Kiki’s Delivery Service, so I might be a bit off on how that works. And! I like to imagine that, when he’s turned into a wolf, his ability doesn’t work? Because Reasons, so he and an equally fluffy Atsushi often curl around and on top of each other, it’s adorable. Also imagine Dazai’s frustrations with his new instincts. He keeps wanting to immediately run after anything that moves. (Nyanon, 4/6)

He can’t stop chasing his own tail when it pops up, in and out of wolf form? And he doesn’t know HOW Atsushi avoids growling and making noises at Every Little Thing that bothers him. It’s exhausting and Atsushi is just vining with all of it. Anyways, onto another Scenario Concept: Atsushi getting to try out new hobbies! Because at the orphanage, all he could really do was read, but now that he’s out, he can try all sorts of things, even if he doesn’t end up staying with it. (Nyanon, 5/6)

Cooking and baking? I think we’ve already discussed that he’d Love it. Creating artwork? Not really up his alley, but he really admires people who stick with it! Singing and playing music? He’s a bit too shy to do it in front of others, but he likes listening. Just. Atsushi being able to figure what he does and doesn’t like with the help of the people around him. (Nyanon, 6/6)

ill tell you as many times as you want that youre N O T annoying im having Beef with your anxiety m8 pull UP and thank you uwu, ive been told that theyre Basic so oftentimes ill say “i know it’s basic-” to save the person from having to remark something negative about the movies SMH and im glad you find comfort in Totoro uwuwu (godammit now i definitely wanna draw atsushi and dazai cosplayers in a convention dressed as sophie and howl AAAAAAA)

atsushi very much loves books!!! kyouka would probably be chilling on the rooftop of the book store, old radio that atsushi found beside her playing some music (yes atsushi also likes to collect Old stuff and vintage stuff as well) and then she just thinks “HMMM I WANNA GO ON MY WITCH ADVENTURE NEXT FULL MOON” (which is in tWO days) and as she goes to tell atsushi that atsushi almost messes up the book hes trying fix because hes in SHOCK “kyouka? what do you mean? what should i do about the movie tickets then?” “Cancel them! im going!” *cue staring in cluelessness before snapping back into reality and scrambling after an already packing kyouka*

(i imagine that kyouka is an orphan like atsushi but she knows that her family is a lineage of witches cus she became an orphan when she was like. seven or six so she KNOWS and when she started living with atsushi he just supported her and her traditions)

and then atsushi calls the small circle of friends they have and tells them that “hey!! kyouka is going in two days!!” and theyre like oH SHIT NO WAY REALLY (i imagine its koyo, yosano, fukuzawa and lucy are the people that are in their circle of friends that see kyouka off)

while byakko is atsushi and kyoukas Cat he definitely gives byakko to her as hes crying and saying that she needs to have a friend from home before she makes new ones and kyoukas like “ill be Back dont worRY-”

KENJI IS THE BOY SHE MEETS AT THE TOWN SHE SETTLES FOR AND THEY ARE CUTE AND FALL IN LOVE IM SORRY AAAA- i just ship them okay they would be very cute

and then later on that night when kyouka is gone and everyone went home atsushi closes the book shop but then Somebody walks in and its the WITCH and they C U R S E him and he becomes OLD and hes like “i cant let everybody else see me like this” and FLEES to try and find whoever cursed him or however he can Lift this dumb curse cause he does not want kyouka to come home to change, he just wants her to comfortably come back and fall into her usual routines without much of a shock

and so he meets Dazais Moving Castle and i imagine chuuya being the angry calcifer and akutagawa being dazais quiet but Cant Say No underling (which is so CUTEEE) and they. its just. Yes. (chuuya is smitten but doesnt which is why he gives in to atsushi so fast that it surprises dazai) either way all that drama happens and now atsushi is back with a new boyfriend (read: husband), a same aged friend, and an angry former Flame which is Not what atsushi accepted but hey, kyouka is back with a heart filled with romance so she cant be too shocked at atsushi also being in love

sorry i went on a whole tangent there

anyways, werewolf dazai!!

dazai: how do you deal with this?

atsushi, dead serious: i ignore it like i ignore my hunger

dazai:

(wait side note do you think atsushi would unconsciously do stuff he doesnt realise that he just,,,,Doesnt need to do anymore?? like for example he’ll be like “ah i cant i gotta do all of this torturous work before actually letting myself relax” and then he’ll realise wait,,,,i Can relax now,,,why wouldnt i be able to .What Do U Think Nyanon)

PIGGY BACKING OFF OF WHAT I SAID THAT REALISATION WILL PROBABLY MAKE ATSUSHI TRY OUT NEW HOBBIES ! ! ! AND IT’S JUST SO CUTE

#anon #ask #ask anon #anon ask #nyanon #nyatsushi anon #bsd

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mingishoe · 4 years

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if you would actually want to see one of these let me know!

(This is kinda long... I’m so sorry I’m not using the ‘read more’ option so I’m so sorry if I’m spamming your feed)

(Also PSA these ideas are all my own and Ik some of them might be a lil cliche but I promise they’re all my ideas and I didn’t take them from someone else! Except the tiktok one)

Young Dumb and Broke (Series) - So this one is a lil weird but hear me out... I’m a bitch for Sugar Daddy stories but this is like a lil twist. So basically you got out of highschool and somehow got a sugar daddy (completely legal!!!) and like you got a shit ton of money and he like paid for your first two years of college so like you’re living the life- then he like puts money in your account... like a lot of money... and he buys you a bunch of shit so you’re literally living the life in his penthouse or whatever and then like you’re like hmmm ion need a sugar daddy anymore so then you’re like lemme tell him and then he like gets mad and is like get the fuck out... then you go and find your own place and like there’s no need for you to be worried about money or anything but you still go get a job just so you can be busy and you find a cute cafe and you get a boyfriend who happens to be your old sugar daddy’s son and like shit be happening. So yeah that’s what I have as of now and I think that could be fun to write

Guns N’ Roses (one shot) - I’m an even bigger bitch for Mafia shit and like a Hongjoong/Jongho/maybe Seonghwa Ateez Mafia moment? And like maybe a lil cliche moment but like the MC won’t get kidnapped by him or whatever but like she’s a little nosy bitch. Like not an annoying nosy to where she’d get fucked up by the Mafia but like nosy so tHe ScArY mAfIa bOsS thinks she’s cute, you know? So like she obviously knows who he is and like thinks he’s hot and wants to fuck. So she messes with him and is like wHy dO yOu hAVe a bLacK eYe when she obviously knows why he has a black eye. N e way... I think it would be cute or whatever but also not like a cliche he kidnapped me and I fell in love with him kinda moment.

Pancakes? (one shot) - So I’m even a bigger bitch for hybrid fics. Ik Im a bitch for a lot of stuff sorry... N e way I don’t rly know how to write one so I’d have to do like research or whatever about it and figure out anatomy of like whatever animal I’m wanting to do (probably a puppy or a kitten or a bunny bc I’m a basic bitch and don’t wanna do something cool like a snake or anything... but like MC would find said animal sOmEwHerE or maybe adopt it from the actual animal shelter instead of a hybrid one just bc they were in the animal form and not the human-hybrid form, you know? And like they take him home and like their new pet or whatever falls asleep on her tummy and like when she wakes up it’s a whole ass man and she’s like uhh what the fuck is a grown ass naked man doing on me??? And like they both get scared and like she offers him pancakes (hence the name) and like yeah they just live life after that with some conflict but it’s all good.

Temptation (one shot) - so guess what else I’m a bitch for... Vampire AUs... like who isn’t??? So like I really fuck with San/Seonghwa vampire moment?But like I really really fuck with the MC being the vampire... like there’s not a lot of one shots or series with the MC as the vampire so I think that would be cute and different. But also again, idk too much about vampire shit besides the cliche stuff and I’m sure I could take a different route with it rather than the usual uhhh shhh don’t tell anyone I’m a vampire or imma bite you kinda stuff. Or the we met in a club and imma suck your blood and you may or may not live kinda thing, even though those are my favourites and I read those all the time.

*Idk what name yet* (One shot) - I also really really like Harry Potter house AUs with maybe San or Wooyoung of Ateez... but I’ve never seen a full Harry Potter movie in my life (please don’t attack me) and I would have to like watch the movies and read parts of the books or like research stuff about the Harry Potter houses EXTENSIVELY (unless there’s anyone who wants to help me) but I rly like the whole the really pretty girl that everyone is scared of is in the Slytherin House and the cute shy boy in the Hufflepuff House has the biggest crush on her. And like she fucks with him bc he’s a Hufflepuff but she likes him too and just doesn’t know how to show it.

Hail Mary (one shot) - So like this is probably the most cliche on the list but the fucking Priests Daughter kinda shit is the best kinda shit out there. Like I would REALLY FUCK WITH A N Y member of ATEEZ LIKE FUCK! N e way- like the MC would be the priests daughter and like E V E R Y O N E knows who she is bc 1. She’s hot. And 2. She’s known for being like a goodie goodie. She’s the kinda girl that like has straight A’s in every class, doesn’t go to any parties, is at church all day every Sunday with her father. You wear a purity ring around your finger and all the boys just want to be the one to make you take it off. But like whichever member I pick (I’ve been wanting to write this for forever but I can’t pick a member from the ones listed above) actually likes you and isn’t just fucking you to get your ring.

Bookstore Girl (one shot) - So... I’ve had this idea for over a year (way before I started writing on Tumblr) it’s not rly that interesting or really original or anything but like one of my favourite songs is Bookstore Girl by Charlie Burg and immediacy after the first time I heard it I thought “I’m writing a Namjoon fic based off of this song” and I have yet to do it. If you haven’t heard it before I really recommend you do! In the song it says “Oh bookstore girl, I wonder what your name is” and “Reading only the books that you'd recommend to me... knowing more than just your name, it wouldn’t be the same... remaining fantasy, that’s more romantic to me” and it really gave me the inspiration for like maybe the MC as the other regulars that Namjoon likes so he’s always asking her for book Recs or they’d just talk about books but he doesn’t know her name and it’s practically killing him bc he has the biggest crush on her but literally knows nothing about her. So yeah I’ve personally never rly read a fic like this??? But yeah i think it would be really cute.

Groupie (One shot) - so like PH-1 is like one of my favourite artists and like he has a song called Groupie and I think it would be really interesting to incorporate it into a fic. I was thinking maybe like Jin/Taehyung BTS or like maybe Minhyuk Monsta X would go good with this kind of fic? So like in the song it’s constantly asking if their a Groupie “Are you a groupie? Tell me straight up is you a Groupie? I’m trynna do me, don’t waste my time is you a Groupie?” And like I think it would be kinda a twist if he knew the MC was a Groupie but he didn’t care bc he actually really liked her and is willing to have her around as a Groupie than not at all. But like eventually the MC would like... stop being a Groupie? And like they’d end up together fr fr, you know?

Red? (One Shot) - So yk those TikToks, yes I have a TikTok addiction don’t come at me, that are like yOu aNd yOur sOUlMaTe sEe tHe sAmE cOlOur aNd oNce yOu fAll iN lOve yOu seE eVery cOlOur? So yeah those kind of tiktoks are really creative and I think it would be a really cool fic idea. This one is obviously not my idea but I could try and like make a spin on it??? If that makes sense? But I was thinking maybe Mingi ATEEZ

*idk a name for this one either* (One shot) - So you know how there’s like a million fics that’s like tHe dEvIls sOn, which no hate bc those hit different, but like there’s never rly any where the MC is like the devils daughter yk? I’m thinking either Mingi or Yunho Ateez. So like imagine the Devil sending his daughter to go collect this “pretty boy” and bring him down. He was said to be protected by the angles so you had to get him wrapped around your finger. You take an interest in the “pretty boy” and bring him down with you and you want him for yourself, let’s just say the Devil isn’t happy...

Wings (one shot) - So I’m really into the whole Angel/Demon and Heaven/Hell kinda thing incorporated into fics and like... I’m kinda thinking like maybe Angel!Yunho/Wooyoung(kinda funny Ik) and like Demon!San/Seonghwa and like you’re one of the few “angels” that can go back and forth through Heaven and Hell. You’re half Angel and half Demon which is the reason you could travel back and forth. You usually spend most of your time on the lower half... it maybe or may not be because of a specific Demon with wings so dark you almost couldn’t see them... however, in heaven... the boy with the whitest wings you’ve ever seen makes you want to keep going back. Your wings are gray, more specifically a dark gray meaning you’re more demonic than angelic, which makes you stand out in either place. The more time you spend with the boy with the white wings... the darker they become...

사랑해 (Saranghae) (one shot) - So like Ik there’s a lot of like HighSchoolAUs and I really really like them but I wanna take a little spin on it and do like a transfer student kinda thing. So I’m thinking maybe like Yeosang ATEEZ? So like they come to America (where you’re from) from Korea and you’re assigned to be their like? Idk what it’s called? Just kinda the person to show them around and make them feel welcome. So it’s a little bit difficult because of the language barrier so you try your best to learn Korean and he try’s his best to learn some English so the two of you could talk. You’re not good at korean, at all, but you know when you hear that word... you feel the same way.

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clownsgobeepbeep · 4 years

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Somewhere That’s Green

Oh fuck...such a long ass wait for this part of my story

Finally...the tenth part~

Hopefully it’s good...and worth the extremely long wait...so sorry...

I’m seriously trying my absolute best to work on these much faster

Tagging @grotesquegabby

Part Nine /// Part Eleven

“What’s the plan for today?”

After a night of fun with who was now introduced as “Richard”, Ula walked alongside mentioned boy who smiled down at her.

“Well, my dad said he wanted to give us a treat at his restaurant, hence why he said not to eat too much sleepover breakfast.” Ula mentioned as the two made their way out of her neighborhood. “I think we might go to Cuckoo’s circus later, or maybe the beach.”

“Quite the plan.” Richard nodded before looking to the side. “But we should have gone to the beach now, you basically live on it!”

“But my dad wants to be at the beach too.” Ula giggled to herself. “Besides, he’s waiting for all of us at his restaurant.”

“The band?”

“Yeah, and my mom.” Ula nodded before taking out her phone, opening it to look through her text messages. “Not too sure where she is right now, but I know she’ll be there.”

Richard then gave a nod of his own, turning to Ula again before the two smiled at each other.

“So, tell me Richard...how did we become friends?”

“Oh! That’s simple.” Richard cleared his throat. “We were introduced to each other by our mothers a few years back. There was a party hosted by your mother and it was open to anybody, so we went with my father and my mother had a business offer I believe. Either way, she introduced me to you and we had a playdate the following week.”

“We immediately hit it off then?”

“Yup!” Richard then poked Ula’s side which made her giggle. “And I could immediately tell just how smitten Schrader was with you at that time.~”

“What? Really?” Ula then turned to him with reddened cheeks. “Nah, that can’t be.”

“Oh yeah! I mean, he told me not to tell you because it embarrasses him a little. But that guy has basically loved you ever since you guys met.”

“Pffft, I doubt that.” Ula rolled her eyes with a flushed expression before they met up with green eyes.

“And-”

“Hey, look!” Ula pointed to the side where there were a few bushes, right in front of them was a black cat with emerald eyes that was licking one of its paws. “A kitty! It looks like the one who was at my house yesterday.”

“Maybe it is.” Richard tapped his chin as Ula approached the cat, the animal now ceasing its licking before glancing up at the pair. “I don’t think you should go near it, it gives a weird-ish vibe.”

“It’s fine, it’s just a cat which means friend.” Ula insisted, right before a sharp pain shot through her head that made her stop to hold her head.

“Ula, are you okay?” Richard ran up to his friend as the cat stared at them.

“I’m fine, just a small headache.”

“Must be from the...Ryder, stuff.” Richard now peered at the cat who calmly walked towards Ula, softly touching her leg with a paw. “We should get going.”

“No, no. I wanna pet the kitty.” Ula shook her head as the pain had now lessened, reaching down to pet the cat who quickly stepped away from her and back towards the bushes. “Or, I guess it doesn’t want that.”

But then, the cat meowed at her while staying in place.

“Wait.” Ula blinked at the feline who gave another meow. “I think it wants us to follow it.”

“I don’t think so…”

Ula then tested her theory by approaching the cat who moved farther but still waited for Ula.

“It does!” she exclaimed before going after it. “Come on!”

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He had already seen her quite the few times and ever since the first moment, he was hooked.

She was so beautiful with the looks of a goddess, a light always surrounding her perfect figure as her long, golden locks bounced with every graceful step she took. She had the appearance of a character that only existed in books. The sound of her heels came to be one of his favorite sounds, especially in the quiet place that was the library where he was sometimes found. But on this day, he was found in the park just outside for he had watched his favorite book from afar as she took a stroll, but this time...the distanced admiring would come to an end.

Curiosity had gotten the best of him and he asked about this woman he so frequently saw.

Coraline D’Vitt was her name, and it rolled off his tongue quite nicely when he first said it to himself.

“Coraline…” he whispered, sitting on a park bench as he thought of the woman. “Coraline D’Vitt.”

After some asking around, he was able to find out just what he wanted about the woman. He found out that her preferred flowers were ‘forget-me-nots’; a suitable plant for an unforgettable woman.

He sat alone on the park bench for a while, pondering on what it is he would say once his eyes caught sight of Coraline. She walked down a path through the park as she read a book, emerald eyes completely stuck to the pages while she easily maneuvered her way through the park. He watched as she finally came to a stop as she neared the park’s water fountain, sitting right on the concrete near the water.

Finally, this was his chance.

So he carefully clutched onto the flower bouquet that he had been holding onto for a while, his eyes hopeful as he now got off the bench and made his way over to the fountain. He walked down the same path the woman had followed, releasing a deep breath as he found himself closer and closer to her.

His heart raced at the sight of her peacefully reading her book, a delicate hand turning a page before it reached up to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear that was adorned with a shiny pearl. Just as he was close to finally approaching her, he gulped before clearing his throat and-

“Hey, watch out!”

He turned to the side as he heard somebody exclaim, and he was surprised to see a black figure dash towards him at full speed before running in between his legs.

“Be careful!”

Soon enough, the black figure remained in his legs in a rather strange way, making the man attempt to keep himself up but he found it difficult with the shape purposely keeping him off balance. In an instant, there was a splash of water that caused droplets fall onto those near the fountain.

“Oh my stars, are you okay!?” another voice sounded. “Oh shoot, here, let me help you.”

After spitting out water like the fountain he was now inside, the man opened his eyes and turned to the side where his green ones looked into another pair of green eyes that made him blink in embarrassment. The beautiful woman standing over him, heels in the water he was sitting in while his flowers…

“The flowers!” he panicked, then looking to each of his sides to look for the flower bouquet he intended on giving to the woman he was now in front of. But then, he felt a sense of disappointment soar through him when he lifted his hand to his face to see that he was holding all of the flower stems, only one flower actually intact.

“These are...this was…”

“For me?” the woman blinked down at him, eyes staring at the lone forget me not flower before she reached up to grab the flower. “How lovely. Thank you.”

The pair then looked into each other’s eyes before the man cleared his throat, now feeling as his hands were held by the woman who helped him back up onto his feet.

“Are you alright though,” she asked while softly smiling down at him. “Lennie, is it?”

“Huh?”

“Your name tag, your name is Lennie, right?”

“Oh. Oh! Yeah, yeah sorry. “

“It’s alright.” the woman reached up to fix the man’s bowtie. “My name is Coraline.”

“Right, I heard you’re-”

“Mom!” somebody interrupted before the pair turned to the side, a girl with nearly identical features to Coraline running towards the pair as her friend followed behind.

“Mom?” Lennie blinked at the sight that was the girl and boy now standing outside of the fountain, and he then turned to Coraline.

“Oh yes, this is my daughter.” she introduced as said girl noticed that the pair was inside the fountain. “Lily, I was just helping this nice man up.He fell into the water fountain.”

“A cat ran in between my legs…” Lennie stated as he looked around but then at Ula, blinking once he realized that she had now been staring at him with eyes that slowly started to widen. “Was, it yours?”

“Oh! Uh, no.” Ula shook her head before bringing a hand up to hold it, a pain coursing through it that made her shut her eyes before feeling a hand be placed on her shoulder. “I’m sorry-”

“Are you okay Lily?” she heard Richard lean in, Ula opening her eyes to see that he and her mother had both come close to her with concerned looks.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a slight headache.” Ula shook her head again before looking back up at the man near her mother. “It’s just that ...him.”

“What about me?” the man blinked again before seeing that Ula shrugged.

“I don’t really know.” she whispered, then squinting her eyes as her vision blurred and she instead found herself in her room, laying in bed as the man sat beside her. In his hands was an open book, his eyes glued onto the pages as words were read out loud.

“No…”

“You okay there?”

“Y-”

“Hmmm, you look pretty sleepy.”

“Nuh...uh.”

“It’s okay kiddo, just sleep. Good night Ula.”

“Good night dad, love you.”

“Lily?”

Ula blinked a few times before shaking her head, vision now clear as she looked at the three people in front of her.

“Sorry, I was just having a brain-whatever you call it.” Ula mumbled out, sensing that another pair of eyes looked straight at her, so she turned to the side where she saw the black cat from before. It casually licked its paw while sitting on the ground, then ceasing its action to glance up at Ula with a blink of its green eyes before it scurried away with a chirp.

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“And what would you like for your soup, Miss D’Vitt?”

“What does the chef recommend?~”

Ula fluttered her eyelashes at the chef who stood beside the table she and her friends as well as mother sat at, grinning up at the blue eyed boy who gave her his own smirk. After the slight fiasco over at the park, Ula and the other two with her had finally made it to the luxurious restaurant owned by her father who was currently not in their presence, but who were were Ula’s band mates. They all sat around the large table provided for them, surrounded by beautiful scenery and decorations that Ula had been quite fascinated with once she had entered the building and was escorted by a lone employee who now placed drinks all around the table.

“Sage.” somebody called before the pair turned to the side where they saw the doors to the kitchen open, right in the doorway was Ula’s father with crossed arms and a stern look on his face, this enough to intimidate the other employee who quickly made their way back into the kitchen to aid with the food.

“Jamie, relax.” Jelly rolled her eyes with a smile. “Let them have their fun.”

“The sous chef has a job to do.” James plainly replied before making his way over to the table, standing beside his wife’s seat as they both stared at Ula and Schrader.

“You specifically closed today so he wouldn’t have a job to do.” Jelly gently slapped James’ arms before leaning close to him to whisper. “You need to stop being so overprotective of her.”

“I am not being overprotective.” James cleared his throat. “I am merely…”

“Jamie.” Jelly grabbed James’ hand, giving it a comforting squeeze as he now looked down at her. “I also missed her.”

“I know.”

“Schrader missed her too, and you know that he’s going to keep her safe when we’re not there.” Jelly continued which made James give a sigh, then being made to sit next to Jelly who kissed his forehead. “Let’s not think about what happened and treat her like she never went through that, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Now go make us some food.” Jelly slicked James’ hair back before as his gaze softened. “Your tiny Alice has been waiting all day for her father to make her lunch.”

“And that is exactly what her father will do.” James then leaned in to rub his nose against Jelly’s, making her giggle before they were interrupted by Ula.

“Dad complains ‘cause I flirt with Schrader but look at you guys!” she exclaimed with a laugh. “You two need to get a room.”

“Perhaps we will.~” Jelly joked before Ula playfully turned her nose. “But in the meantime, can we finish ordering?”

“Of course.” Schrader now responded before turning back to Ula. “As I was saying, the soup of the day is the roasted garlic and brie soup. But the one I personally recommend the tomato basil one.”

“The what? Basil?” Ula stared up at Schrader who grabbed a nearby menu to show Ula the picture of the soup he had mentioned.

“Tomato basil.” Schrader smiled before handing the menu over to Ula. “You can obviously get something else of course-”

“No, no. I want that one.” Ula rapidly nodded before Schrader returned the gesture.

“Since I’m done with the fish and main course orders, I’ll go and get everybody’s soups.” Schrader then leaned in to kiss Ula’s lips. “We’ve got some other chefs working so I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Sounds great, just take your time.” Ula smiled as she watched Schrader go, then turning to her side where Richard was seated. “So, what are you guys talking about?”

“We were talking about what we could be for Halloween.” Dante who was next to Richard told Ula before he drank from his beverage. “We were thinking of doing Killer Klowns from Outer Space.”

“Didn’t we already do that?” Ula tilted her head before Dante shook his.

“Nah, we considered it once but then you thought of doing Stranger Things and we liked the idea.”

“Oh. I see. What ideas have you guys come up with?”

“Whatever you guys come up with, I sure do hope the costumes go well with the party.” Jelly chuckled before James returned from getting some bowls and seating himself beside her.

“Party?”

“Oh, your mother has not told you yet?” James smiled as he handed Jelly her soup. “We wanted to go through it with you first,hopefully you do not mind.”

“A party for what?”

“To celebrate your awakening!” one of the triplets exclaimed as he got onto his chair to slam his hands on the table, then being pulled down by his mother.

“Yes, but also because it was your birthday a few days ago.” Hector of the triplets nodded before Davey also chipped in.

“And we must celebrate Halloween!”

“So, a Halloween birthday party?” Schrader’s voice now sounded as he pulled out a chair and sat next to Ula and one of the triplets. “When?”

“Halloween night.” James stated before oh so magically pulling an invitation out of thin air, then reaching out to Ula. “As we mentioned, we wanted to ask you first to see if you were alright with it. We already have a location and things will immediately be prepared if you agree to it. Otherwise, we may just ask your uncle Pepper to prepare a cake and we celebrate among ourselves.”

“Well, I think….it’s a wonderful idea.” Ula grinned as she scanned the invitation. “Though I would like it to be less...formal.”

“Whatever you want.” Jelly took back the invitation. “Any particular themes in mind?”

“How about something more…” Ula tapped her finger on her chin, then biting her lip as she was deep in thought. What she found strange was what all she could come up with was...strawberries….damn, she was craving strawberries. Specifically a strawberry milkshake...now that she thought about it, she looked over at Schrader who offered a small smile.

“1950’s?”

“1950’s?” Jelly and James perked up before he spoke alone. “That sounds like a wonderful idea!”

“But would it go well with the location?” Jelly was now the one who tapped her chin. “We asked Cuckoo if we could hold the party at their circus.”

“It goes perfectly well.” Ula nodded. “Maybe it’s like some, zombie 1950’s circus! Or carnival!”

“I love it!” the twins nodded as excitedly as Ula. “We could dress up as greasers or something!”

“Since you agree with the idea, Cuckoo wanted you to come by the circus tomorrow when there’s no performance.” Jelly explained to Ula. “Not only do they want to show off their lovely performers and all that, but they said that they wanted your input for the party.”

As everybody continued to throw all sorts of ideas, Ula turned back to Schrader who looked at her again.

“1950’s, where’d you get that idea from?” he chuckled before Ula shrugged and placed her head on his shoulder.

“A dream I guess.”

“So what are we dressing up as?”

“Sandy and Danny’s too expected, huh?” Ula looked up at Schrader who nodded with a scrunched up nose.

“How about, Lorraine and George?”

“Who?”

“McFly.”

“Oh! From Back to the Future?” Ula snapped his fingers before Schrader nodded. “You gotta wear a white suit for that.”

“Now where could I get one…”

“Now that I think about it, I’m not too sure how you’d look in a white suit.” Ula giggled as she pulled herself away to envision Schrader in a white suit. She was able to see him in a white coat and a neat bow tie, but his hair was slicked black and he had red on him. Red...blood, splattered over the jacket and his face. Somehow, they weren’t in James’ restaurant but instead the D’Vitt Family mansion.

“Ula?”

“Y-Yeah?” Ula blinked a few times before looking back at Schrader, realizing that he was not in a white jacket but instead his leather jacket and a casual shirt. “Sorry, I don’t know what happened there.”

“It’s okay, maybe you just need some fresh air or something.” Schrader looked at the table where everybody still talked with everybody. “It’s a little stuffy in here.”

Ula peered behind Schrader where she found a window, right behind a glass were a pair of familiar green eyes that made her squint, especially as she attempted to ignore the headache she now felt. However, the owner of the eyes made sure to once again scurry away which heightened Ula’s curiosity.

“Yeah, think I’ll go outside for a bit.”

“Want me to come with?”

“Sure.” Ula nodded before Schrader stood up and pulled her chair out, all eyes now on them. “We’re just gonna go outside for a bit.”

“Is everything alright?” James pushed his chair out. “I’ll-”

That was when he was forced back into his chair by Jelly who casually fed herself with her other hand, never looking away from her bowl as James nodded at the pair.

“We’ll be right back, don’t worry dad.” Ula reassured James as she and Schrader began walking away.

“Don’t take too long, the main course is almost up.” Jelly waved at the pair before turning to James who continued to eat his own soup. “Jamie.”

“I know, I know what you are going to say.” he spoke before she could. “I need to stop being protective of her and let her do as she wishes. I understand, I very much do. It is just quite difficult after seeing her lay in bed motionless for more than a year and not be able to do anything to aid her. I never pictured myself being like those fathers portrayed on film, yet here I am.”

“At least you acknowledge it.” Jelly rubbed her cheek against James’. “Just go to your Wonderland.”

“I just heard them say they are going home once all of this is over.”

“As if you never suggested that when my parents were around.”

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The next day had finally come, Ula getting to know her home and those around her more and more.

Now that it was the early afternoon, Ula’s main focus was to head on over to the circus being led by who she learned, or remembered, was her mother’s cousin. To learn more of her town, Ula decided to take a peaceful walk through it while admiring everything she had missed the other times.

“Hey! I’m glad I found you here.”

Ula turned to look behind her before smiling, seeing as her best friend rushed over to her before the two embraced.

“Mind if I come with?”

“Not at all. I thought you were working today?”

“Well, I may have lied a little bit to get out of work.” Richard nervously chuckled to himself before a face of dread came on his expression. “I hope they don’t fire me. I’ve never lied before. Did I-”

“Dude, relax.” Ula laughed to herself as the two resumed their walking. “What did you even say?”

“I told them my mother was ill.” Richard slightly shrugged. “Since we’re pretty ‘attached’ or however people say it, I guess it was believable.”

“Huh. Well then.” Ula nodded before feeling as Richard grabbed her hand and motioned to the left.

“You’re going to the circus, right?”

“Yeah.”

“This way’s faster.” Richard lead her down a path that was near the park. “What are you going to do after checking out the circus?”

“I dunno.” Ula shrugged before taking out her phone and opening it. “Might go to the pier or my mom’s park. Just trying to learn more about this place.”

“Learn?”

“Well, not learn. Just remember.” Ula shrugged before she stopped walking, a squint now present on her features. “Do you hear that?”

“Hear what?”

“It sounds like clapping…” Ula eyed the area. “And...humming…?”

The pair looked over to the side where the unexpected sounds came from, their eyes landin on a line of bushes which did not seem out of the ordinary. That was, until from behind the bushes appeared three smiling faces which made Ula’s eyes widen.

“Oh shit.”

“Oh, what a surprise!” exclaimed Richard as he recognized Ula’s band mates who were no doubt about to serenade their friends.

“Pretty woman, walkin’ down the street. Pretty woman, the kind I like to meet. Pretty woman.~”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Ula grumbled as she continued walking without eye contact, ignoring Dante who rose up before jumping over the bushes and following after Ula and Richard with the twins on each side as they each participated in the singing.

“I don't believe you, you're not the truth.” Dante continued to sing dramatically. “No one could look as good as you.Mercy!~”

“They’re so good.” Richard commented before being slapped on the arm by Ula.

“Pretty woman, won't you pardon me. Pretty woman, I couldn't help but see. Pretty woman,” now Robyn was the one to sing as Dante joined in vocals and clapping.

“I hate you guys.”

“That you look lovely as can be. Are you lonely just like me?~” Robyn finished as Ula rolled her eyes in embarrassment, but they soon widened at the sound of a growl right beside her ear.

Ula’s cheeks flushed before she turned, surprised to see nobody behind her. But once she turned to look back to the front before she gave a sigh.

“Oh no.”

“Oh yes!” Dante interrupted his own vocalizing to exclaim in pure glee as his and everybody else’s eyes looked up at the sight that was Schrader hanging on a lamppost.

“Pretty woman, stop a while!” Schrader sang out which further embarrassed Ula, the young man jumping off the post before following Ula who hid away while continuing on her path with Richard. “Pretty woman, talk a while!”

“Not you too!”

“Pretty woman, give your smile to me!~”

“Schrader! Stop!” Ula cried out as she attempted to cover her face, but it was quite obvious that she could not stop herself from smiling wide.

“Pretty woman, yeah, yeah, yeah.”

“Schraaader!”

“Pretty woman, look my way.”

“Everyone’s looking your way!” Ula laughed before stopping in her tracks once Schrader knelt before her, taking her hand and placing it over his heart.

“Pretty woman say you’ll stay with me,” Schrader sang before jumping up and onto a water fountain. “ ‘Cause I need you, I’ll treat you right.~”

“Ray-”

“Come with me baby,” Schrader performed with a hand on his chest, laughing to himself when he caught himself after almost falling into the water of the fountain he was on. “Be mine tonight!~”

“I’m gonna go now.” Ula pointed to the front before Schrader hopped off the fountain, following behind her as the others did so as well.

“Pretty woman, don't walk on by. Pretty woman, don't make me cry.”

“Schrader oh my fuck.”

“Pretty woman, don’t walk away, hey.” Schrader then put up a sad facade which Ula tried to ignore. Okay…”

“Stooop!”

“If that's the way it must be, okay. I guess I'll go on home, it's late.

“Go home Schrader.”

“There'll be tomorrow night,” Schrader nodded ‘sadly’ before hearing a sigh from Ula. “But wait...what do I see?~”

“I’m only stopping so you can shut up.”

“Is she walking back to me?”

“I am not.” Ula rolled her eyes again as she indeed made her way over to Schrader who was backed up by their friends.

“Yeah, she’s walking back to me.” Schrader grinned before extending his arms out to Ula who embraced him, right before kissing his lips to shut him up.

“Oooh!~” the other boys laughed as the pair continued to kiss, Ula sticking out her middle finger before finally parting away from Schrader who seemed to be in a daze.

“Oh, pretty woman.~” he nodded to himself before Ula gave a laugh.

“What was that whole performance for?”

“Just to show my never ending love for you Nungen.” Schrader pressed his forehead against Ula’s. “Had to make sure everybody saw.”

“You’re all such idiots. Especially you.” Ula giggled as she rubbed her nose against Schrader’s. “I half expected a proposal there.”

“I haven’t asked your parents about that yet.” Schrader shrugged, then clearing his throat before a cough followed. “I mean, sometime in the future Nungen.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Ula blushed once more before spotting Richard standing beside her. “Where you in on this?”

“Uh huh.~”he nodded with a big smile.

“So you didn’t even have work today?”

“Oh no, that part’s real.” Richard told before he and the others laughed. “Anyways, you still going to the circus?”

“I don’t think so.” Rayden snickered along with his twin.

“I think they’re gonna go necking.” Robyn added before being slapped on the arm by Dante.

“Shut the hell up guys!” he shook his head, but he soon gave a smirk at the couple. “They’re gonna go do the Monster Mash-”

“I think I’m gonna leave now.” Ula interrupted before moving away from Schrader who frowned at their snickering friends. “Hey…”

“We are still going to the circus, right?” Richard repeated before taking notice that Ula’s attention was fixated on something. “Ula?”

“Wait.” Ula raised a hand as she neared some bushes, in between them a different kind of green standing out. Soon this green blinked at Ula, once and then twice, making her blink upon realizing that these were eyes. Eyes belonging to a feline.

“It’s that cat…”

“Cat?” Schrader approached Ula before watching as a cat pounced out of the bushes.

“It wants me to follow it.”

“What?” Schrader turned to Ula in confusion, then seeing her walk away and chase after the cat who dashed to some direction. “Interesting.”

“Where are you taking me this time?” Ula whispered as she continued to follow the cat who eventually disappeared beneath a cloth. More specifically, a tent. A circus tent.

“Oh, this must be Cuckoo’s.” Ula pondered for a moment as she tapped her chin.

“Ula! What’s going on?” she heard behind her, making her turn to see Schrader who ran over to her. “What are you doing here?”

“The cat ran under the tent.” Ula pointed to the spot that was no longer attached to the ground. “I’m gonna go get it.”

“I don’t think-”

Ula then knelt down before planting a hand on the ground, mushrooms soon blooming before she took one and stood up. She took a bite out of the mushroom’s right side, surprising Schrader once she shrunk to the height of the cat.

“You coming?” Ula looked up at Schrader who blinked while Ula went under the tent and inside.

Schrader then decided to do as Ula did, taking a bite out of the mushroom before joining her inside to see that she was back to her normal height.

“Take a bite out of the left now. But not too much.”

“That honestly felt weird.” Schrader commented one he was also at his full height, then leaning in close to Ula as they hid behind some circus supplies and boxes. “Ula, we should leave.”

“But why? It’s not like Cuckoo will be mad.” Ula shrugged as she now made her way out and into the open where she began searching for the cat.

“That’s the thing, this-”

“Hey, who goes there?” a voice shouted at the pair who immediately turned around, now seeing a woman walk over to them with a bit of a stern look.

“-isn’t Cuckoo’s circus.” Schrader now finished before Ula’s widened in panic, but she cleared her throat ready to speak; Schrader then beat her to it however. “Hey, we’re real sorry. My girlfriend and I were at her house and her cat accidentally got out, and got in here.”

“Cat? I haven’t seen a cat around here.” the woman furrowed her eyebrows in thought before bringing her fingers to her chin. “What’s the little one look like?”

“What’s it look like Ula?” Schrader whispered to Ula, then looking at her as she did not reply. “Ula?”

“I’m sorry…” Ula brought a hand up to her head as it throbbed with pain when she took a closer look at the woman.

“Uh...it’s Ama.” the woman blinked in surprise. “What’s your cat look like?”

“He, uh…” Ula started as she also blinked, but in perplexity while her vision blurred and she found herself in a dark room. Its ceiling appeared to have stars, these being made by a light that illuminated three figures, two of who were no longer asleep and clutched onto their plush friends.

“Ama? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Did you have a nightmare?”

“Kinda…”

“Ama?”

“Yeah?”

“Have a good night and sweet dreams.”

“You too.”

“So don’t worry. I’ll be here to protect you.”

“It’s black.” Ula finally answered. “All black with green eyes. His...collar fell off.”

“Oh, there it is.” Schrader announced before walking over to the side where the cat was, but it ran off and over to Ula’s feet where it rubbed itself on her legs.

“Hey there...Salem.” Ula cleared her throat before picking up the cat and holding it to her chest while it purred. “You-”

“We’ll get going now.” Schrader coughed before taking Ula’s arm.

“Ama? Who are they?” another voice questioned before everybody turned to see a man and a woman.

“Hey mom, dad.” Ama greeted who were obviously her parents. “These people just came here to pick up their cat who ran off.”

“How did you two find a way in?” the man continued. “We’re closed.”

“Billy, relax.” his wife shushed him. “They have their cat.”

“Billy…” Ula whispered before snapping out of her daze once again when Schrader wrapped an arm around her waist.

“Yup, and we’ll be on our way now.” Schrader nodded with a polite smile.

“I’ll walk you guys out.” Ama offered before Schrader shook his head.

“Oh, no it’s alright. We already inconvenienced you so we’ll just...slip out.” Schrader awkwardly coughed before Ula nodded in agreement. “Thank you and good day.”

It felt even more awkward as Schrader walked around the family with Ula who was rather puzzled, still going along as Schrader whispered to her about the troublesome cat.

“They’re not human.” Billy commented with a suspicious squint of his eyes. “I can smell it right off of them Rosalia.”

“Oh dad, just let it go.” Ama waved a hand. “I’m gonna go practice with aunt Belinda.”

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Now that the evening hour had finally arrived, the world seemed to be even more at peace. This was especially due to the fact that there were no worries in the world or even universe, and there was a serene solitude shared by the pair who lay together on a couch inside a living room.

“Seeing how my dad acts, I’m surprised he actually left with my mom and brothers.” Ula quietly sighed before nuzzling her face into Schrader’s chest. “Just glad we can have some alone time again.”

“Mmm, yeah.” Schrader nodded with eyes shut, a hand running down Ula’s back before coming back up to entangle themselves in her hair. “Some quiet time.”

“Are you falling asleep?” Ula then turned up to look at him, her hands now on his chest as she placed her chin onto them.

“Nah.” Schrader slightly shook his head with a smack of his lips, right before he opened his eyes and moved his head to look down at Ula.

“Wanna watch a scary movie?” she fluttered her eyelashes at Schrader, causing him to chuckle.

“Always.” he nodded before they both adjusted themselves so he could grab the remote control nearby. “What you got in mind?”

“Hmm, how about…Halloween?~” Ula suggested, already pulling out a movie disc box that made Schrader roll his eyes with a smile before he took the box.

“Sometimes I think you like Michael Myers more than your own boyfriend.” Schrader told her as he opened the box and popped the disc out, standing up to set up the movie, hearing Ula give a scoff while she herself rolled her eyes.

“I do not.” she giggled before Schrader came back to sit on the couch, so she sat on his lap and watched as the movie started up. “In fact, I only want to watch it because it’s the Halloween season. That’s all.”

“Sure.” Schrader chuckled out again before wrapping his arms around Ula. “I think we need some popcorn. Maaaybe some pizza and soda too.”

“You buying?”

“Only if you give me a kiss.” Schrader leaned in before he and Ula’s lips pressed together, so she climbed off him before Schrader took his phone out. “Be right back then.”

“Alright, I’m gonna go to my room. Gonna change into pajamas.”

“Does that mean my hoodie you still haven’t given me back?” Schrader quirked an eyebrow before Ula shrugged with a grin, then walking out of the living room and into her bedroom where she found Biollante sound asleep on her bed.

The creature then lifted its head at the sound of Ula stepping in, their tail wagging before it immediately jumped off her bed and ran towards her to nuzzle against her side.

“Hey there Biollante.” Ula ruffled the dinosaur’s feathers before removing her clothes and slipping into something more comfortable. Ula then walked towards her closet to look for the right pair of slippers, smiling as she found some axolotl ones that she grabbed, but then dropped as she was startled at the sound of Biollante’s barks. She turned to look at the dinosaur who stood before her open window, right outside was the cat Ula had encountered quite a few times already.

“Biollante, down!” Ula shouted before going over to the dinosaur, attempting to settle it down by pushing it behind her as she closed her window. Right then, the cat placed a paw onto the glass, soon jumping off the window and into the darkness it blended with before Ula closed her curtains.

“Hey, everything alright?”

Ula spun around to lock eyes with Schrader, noticing that there was a bit of worry in his tone so she shook her head as Biollante ran over to him.

“Oh yeah, Biollante just saw something outside.” Ula reassured him, then going back to the closer to grab her slippers before she walked out of the room with Schrader and Biollante. “Order the stuff?”

“Yeah, popcorn’s ready too.” Schrader took Ula’s hand, both walking down the hallway until reaching the living room where they sat on the couch, Biollante settling down right in front as the movie continued playing on the television.

“So, he’s going after her because she’s his sister?”

“Depends on how you see it.” Ula shrugged as she adjusted her body so that she was now laying in between Schrader’s legs and on his chest. “Some people think it’s stupid and agree with the statement from the 2018 movie, some people love that they’re siblings.”

“What about you?”

“I kinda like it. Especially when people dress up and act out funny sibling scenarios.”

“Bet that once we have kids you’ll dress them up like that.”

“What?” Ula lifted her head, turning to Schrader with a single blink of her now wide eyes that he now looked into.

“Hm?”

“What did you say?”

“What did I say?”

“Schrader. I’m serious.”

“Hi serious, I’m Schrader.”

“Schrader!” Ula then lightly slapped Schrader’s chest which made him laugh out loud. “Just fucking tell me what it is you said.”

“I said that when we have kids, you’re going to dress two of them up as Michael and Laurie.” Schrader kissed the top of Ula’s head, then seeing as she now blinked a few times. “Or you won’t?”

“Kids?” she whispered, processing the words for a few moments before she shook her head to snap out of her daze and not let Schrader see the blush that had formed on her cheeks. “Pfft. What kids?”

“You don’t want kids with me?” Schrader feigned a look of shock, wiping a fake tear away from the corner of his eye. “You hurt me Nungen.”

“You seriously want kids?” Ula buried her face into Schrader’s chest.

“A whole circus of them.”

“Schrader!”

“No, scratch that. A whole carnival.”

“Schrader! You’re crazy.” Ula rolled her eyes as she unburied her face, resting her chin on Schrader again to look at his smiling features. “I don’t think you could ever come up with that many names.”

“I can come up with,” Schrader then brought up his hand, eyes darting upwards as he was deep in thought and lifted two fingers before glancing back at Ula. “Two names.”

“Then I think two kids are enough.”

“So you do want kids with me.”

“Schrader!” Ula rolled her eyes as her cheeks remaining blushing. “What names do you even have in mind?”

“The first one, because I just know our first child’s going to be a girl with blonde hair and hazel eyes like you,” Schrader cleared his throat. “Flora.”

“F...say that again.” Ula blinked a few times again, something ringing in her head before a flash of a young girl with bright eyes and a smile appeared in her mind once Schrader repeated the name.

“Flora.”

“Like...Cranley? Flora Cranely from The Invisible Man?”

“Yeah, exactly.”

“And what if it’s not a girl?” she muttered out before Schrader shrugged.

“I’m a hundred percent sure it’ll be a girl but in that case...I’ve always liked Frankie.”

“Is this supposed to be like Frankie Valli?”

“Pfft, no.” Schrader shook his head before his eyes met with Ula’s plain look. “...yes.”

“Oh my stars.” Ula shook her head with a laugh. “Well, I’m not too sure about Frankie. Too many Frankie’s, and then they could end up being the butt of a bunch of mobster or Italian related jokes.”

“What? I don’t think so… Can you come up with another name then?”

“Michael.”

“Oh come on.”

“Sam?”

“Hmm…”

“Basil.”

“Huh?” Schrader blinked in surprise at the name, noticing that Ula herself looked rather puzzled at the mention of the word.

“Sorry, I was just thinking about the tomato basil soup I had at the restaurant.” Ula shut her eyes, bringing a hand to her head as the image of a boy with a dead serious expression flashed once before she opened her eyes again. “Um, enough children talk, y-yeah?”

“Yeah, sure.” Schrader nodded, leaning down to kiss Ula’s forehead before they once again snuggled up against each other. “You feeling okay?”

“Yup. Don’t worry about me.” Ula mumbled out as her eyes were now on the TV screen. “How long till the pizzas arrive?”

“Probably half an hour.”

“Hm.” Ula pondered for a moment, then reaching down to the ground beside Biollante where her fingers grazed a smooth surface she easily recognized as a bone. Grabbing this, Ula wiggled it in Biollante’s face before grabbing the creature’s attention, Biollante standing before chasing after the bone that Ula had now thrown into the next room.

“You think thirty minutes is enough?”

“Enough for what?” Schrader turned back to Ula, his initially lazy eyes widening as Ula shifted until finding herself sitting on Schrader’s lap. “Ula?”

Schrader was then cut off as Ula quietly shushed him, a finger on his lips before it was removed to land on one of his shoulders like the rest of Ula’s fingers that gripped onto Schrader. He watched the girl lean forward and then downward, Schrader slightly shivering at the feel of Ula’s lips on his neck

“Hey, uh, not that I’m complaining or anything,” Schrader between breaths as his eyes were now shut, the feeling of Ula’s lips on his throat making him clear it as his cheeks grew hot. “W-What are you up to Nungen?”

“Back seat bingo. But on the couch.” Ula giggled before Schrader’s eyes widened to their fullest, especially with Ula’s hands wandering around. “Or maybe it’d be a little more decent in my room, huh?”

“I agree but, h-how about we get jiggy, some other time?” Schrader cleared his throat again before feeling that Ula pulled herself away to look at him with a blink of her eyes. “I’m just...I’m just not in the mood right now Nungen.”

“Oh, okay. I understand.”

“Look, I’m sorry, it’s-”

“No, no. You don’t have to explain babe.” Ula leaned in to peck Schrader’s nose. “We can just continue watching the movie or do something else.”

“You sure?”

“Schrader.” Ula rolled her eyes with a soft smile before rubbing her nose against Schrader’s. “Trust me, I’ll live. It’s not like I even ‘desire’ it...I just like to be close to you.”

“I know.” Schrader gave a bit of a sigh before returning the nose nuzzle. “But...would you still be up for some necking?”

“Sounds nifty~”

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Ula gave a yawn before her eyes fluttered open, adjusting themselves to the darkness in the living room that was pierced by the bright light coming the television sitting not too far away. In her ears rang the sound of continuous barking.

She shut her eyes for just a moment more before opening them widely, realizing that she was not able to stretch out as she desired to do. A smile came onto her features as she realized that her reason for being constricted was a rather sweet one; wrapped around her were her boyfriend’s arms as she lay on him.

“Schrader.~” Ula whispered as she looked up at the young man, receiving no response as he was fast asleep and probably in a dreamland of his own. “Babe.”

A soft grumble escaped Schrader as he slightly shifted, his arms mainly the ones that moved for they had wrapped themselves tighter around Ula.

“Ray come on.” Ula mumbled out before gently shaking Schrader who gave a soft hum. “I need to go to my room.”

“Mmm, stay.” Schrader murmured before feeling a finger on his lips.

“Come on, pizza-breath.” Ula tried one more time, finally feeling as Schrader’s grip loosened which allowed Ula to slither away and off the couch. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Mkay.”

And so, Ula made her way out of the living room after having grabbed some slices of pizza that remained from earlier, taking a bite out of one while she headed into her room. Turning on her light she was not surprised to find Biollante loudly barking at her window.

“Biollante, here.” Ula waved the other pizza slices she had, the barking still not ceasing which made her give a bit of a frown. “Biollante!”

The dinosaur heard Ula’s upset tone which made them stop and turn to her, eventually running in front of Ula to bark at the window again, but now in a protective manner.

“What are you even barking at?” Ula questioned before stepping in front of Biollante and looking to the window where she saw a cat.

The cat.

Like the other times, Ula felt a pain sting her head which made her nearly drop the pizza slices. Thankfully, Biollante made sure to help Ula in not falling down right before they resumed their barking at the cat who, as always, remained unfazed.

“Biollante, pizza!” Ula exclaimed once that pain no longer stung as much, the creature now distracted once Ula tossed the pizza slices out of her room and not realizing that she shut her door. “Go bother Schrader.”

She then turned to look at her window where the cat still sat, blinking its eyes once before following Ula’s figure that walked into her bathroom. Once she finished washing her hands, Ula went over to the window before opening the hatch and pulling the glass up to reach out to the cat.

“How come I’ve been bumping into you often?” Ula asked as she scratched beneath the cat’s chin, then allowing it to hop inside and onto her desk. “That wasn’t very nice, what you did with that guy at the park. Could have hurt himself.”

“But he didn’t, now did he?”

Ula’s eyes widened at the sound of a voice she entirely recognized, so she turned around to look for the source.

“Where-”

“Right here.” the voice spoke again so that Ula could turn back to the cat who shooed her hand away, words coming right out of it.“What’s wrong, cat got your tongue?”

Ula’s eyes widened at the now talking cat, or at least what she thought was a talking cat. Hilarious.

“This,” Ula finally blinked before giving a shaky laugh, one of her hands against her forehead. “This has to be a dream.”

“It sure is.” the cat gave a slight nod.

“Either my head’s still fucked up from that coma sleep or-”

“This is just a dream, I know. You just said that.” the cat gave a stretch before sitting down in front of Ula who blinked a few more times in total shock. “You live surrounded by shape-shifting creatures and a talking cat surprises you. Not something I expected from you.”

“Well, that’s true but...you, you sound like my-”

“Uncle Lucky?” the cat finished before a smug look came upon its features. “Glad you still remember.”

“B-b-but he’s dead and-”

“I am dead, yes.”

“Excuse me?” Ula laughed again. “My uncle Lucky is most certainly not a cat. I really must be dreaming.”

“Dreaming you are, but not in the way you think.” the feline plainly stared at Ula. “And your uncle Lucky I am.”

“That’s not possible.”

“Six impossible things. That is what you count to yourself before breakfast.” the cat continued before lifting its tail and tickling Ula’s nose with it. “ Three, four and five are ‘animals can talk’, ‘cats can disappear’ and ‘there is a place called Wonderland’ respectively. These three impossible things are proving to be otherwise.”

“Not true-” Ula started right before the cat used its tail to disappear into thin air. “Oh.”

“Doesn’t surprise me that your room looks the same in this place.”

“What do you mean?” Ula turned around to see the cat now comfortably laying on her bed. “I have another room?”

With this, the cat grinned before giving a laugh.

“Only your real room.”

“You only further confuse me.” Ula commented before approaching her bed and kneeling down beside it to be at the cat’s face level. “Who are you and why are you fucking with me?”

“No need for such profanity. Would your dear uncle Lucky mess with your pretty little head? After he saved your life after Ryder nearly ripped you in two?”

“”W-What?” Ula was now taken back. “Ryder-”

“Put you into a deep sleep that you barely awoke from a few days ago? Oh please. Such a feeble story his whippersnapper conjured up.” the cat scoffed with a roll of its eyes. “I don’t blame you for falling for it, however.”

“Falling for it? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Ula, little one.” Ula was approached by the cat who stood up and caressed its cheek against hers. “Your uncle Lucky has come into this world to take you out of it.”

“Is a cat threatening me right now?”

“No!” the cat swatted Ula’s shoulder. “Ula, there is something you must understand, and that is that this world you are living in is a lie!”

“What?”

“I am here because I was granted a favor by Conllium.”

“Who’s that?”

“Conllium is your elder, my elder. Our first ancestor. They are the parent to the D’Vitt bloodline besides a plethora of others.” he continued. “Conllium has given me the chance to come here to talk to you, and they even allowed to choose the form of my desire. Of course I had to use something unnoticeable but also appealing to you, and I believed the feline from that movie with the girl sharing your mother’s human name fit perfectly fine and that you would recognize it.”

“Coraline? You’re telling me that, you really are my dead uncle Lucky, using the form of a cat because of the movie Coraline?” Ula did not blink in that moment, not even when the cat nodded. “This is heavy.”

“Is that from Back to the Future? I believe ‘great scott’ is in response then.” Lucky commented before taking a seat.

“So, is this like some kind of resurrection or…?”

“Oh, no no. Resurreccion is what my dear Felicity experienced. I am still very much dead. And speaking of death Ula, you and your family are in grave danger.”

“What do you mean?” Ula stood up before reaching over to grab her phone. “Are my parents and brothers okay? Or the-”

“Put the phone down and come closer.” Lucky commanded, so Ula placed her phone back down before sitting on the bed before the cat placed itself onto her lap. “Ula, I know this is going to break your heart...so please, take a moment before I tell you this.”

“Okay.” Ula nodded as she felt fear course through her.

“That is not the family I am referring to, because they are not your family.” Lucky started before rubbing himself against Ula. “Jelly is your mother, but your brothers do not exist. They are a figment of your imagination. And James, he is very much real.”

“So I’m...an only child then?”

“No, you have two other siblings. They are not fathered by James however.”

“Then...by who?”

“There is a reason I made that man fall into the water fountain just as your mother was nearby.” Lucky explained. “It was not so that they could meet, it was so that you could understand his feelings for her, and also to see them together so that a memory could be struck.”

“Wait, you did the same thing at the circus.” Ula realized, her eyebrows furrowing in thought. “With that family.”

“Your uncle and best friend, yes.”

“Best...I thought Richard-”

“Richard, now I will be honest and say that I am not entirely sure if he too is a figment of your imagination. But, I can assure you that he is not your best friend.” Lucky shook his head. “There is so much that you need to remember still because this world...it is only but a wonderland.”

“So...none of this is real?”

“I’m afraid not.”

“And what about Schrader?” Ula whispered. “Is he...my boyfriend?”

For a moment, Lucky glanced down at his paws while remaining silent. There was a silence in the room until the cat gave a sigh, finally looking back up at Ula who looked down at him with a diminishing hope.

“I think...you need to talk to Schrader yourself.”

“What do you mean?”

“Schrader hasn’t been entirely truthful with you.”

“Are you saying he’s hiding something from me?”

“Oh yes, he’s hiding something.” the cat chuckled out, though it was clear that the amusement in the chuckle was a guise for the distress Lucky felt. “But not from you.”

“Then who?”

“Them.”

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fmdtaeyongarchive · 5 years

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under the cut are five plot ideas across my three muses for the event that i think would be good for their development! this isn’t at all all-inclusive of everything i’m willing to write for the event, but points of development i think they could use that could take place at the event. i’m of course willing to help develop your muse in return in any way i can! they all take place at the pool party by coincidence so... idk just message me if you wanna do one of the plots. might add more later if i get more ideas.

EDIT: okay i crossed out ones that are no longer open. THAT SAID i haven’t messaged anyone back yet so if something’s crossed out and you messaged me but haven’t heard back from me, i still want to do one of the ones you messaged me about, just haven’t gotten to confirming to you yet because we know i’m slow messaging people... hope that makes sense. will actually message y’all back soon after work xoxo

ash

ash is completely exhausted so your muse finds ash asleep in a side bedroom he’s definitely not supposed to be in (maybe they’re trying to get a breather away from the party or something) like an hour or two into the party and wakes him up on accident (or on purpose if your muse is like that)

i kinda want ash to open up to someone about how exhausted he is? he doesn’t really open up to anyone anymore and i think it’s because he doesn’t really have the energy for it and he unhealthily saves it to funnel into his music and because he knows everyone is tired, that’s a side effect of being an idol, but his exhaustion is getting pretty bad and taking a toll on his physical heath and especially his mental health now so it’d be nice if he could open up about it, preferably to someone he’s at least talked to before (and probably not a knight member? i just don’t see him being willing at all to complain to them when he sees it as all of them having the same schedule even though they don’t since ash probably does more individual activities than group activities at this point)

ok don’t @ me but ash is too tired and depressed to get some action like hana and minju but maybe he ends up talking to someone during the party and there’s some chemistry there and ash is like ‘my head hurts and i want to lay down but nothing like a good rebound right’ and anyway they end up in a position where it’s obvious they’re both anticipating something happening (like they end up back at one of their apartments or an empty bedroom at the party or something like that) but then ash is like... ok just gonna... rest my eyes for a sec... and he literally falls asleep while they’re flirting and they’re like... the fuck... is this dude ok? and they leave or sleep on the couch or something... and then we can do another thread after the party where they meet again and their connection can go a lot of different ways after that! things could be tense or awkward because they think he fell asleep because he wasn’t into them, or maybe there’s still chemistry there and they’re like ‘okay let’s redo this without this idiot falling asleep this time’ or they can laugh about it and become friends with an awkward start ! or anything else you may have in mind ! (can be someone he’s interacted with before or not)

hana

idk?? you know hana, she’s always open to hooking up with people. this is a common theme for events just like ash drinking at every event but my muses have their vices what can i say. she’s under a lot of stress rn... her main coping mechanism for any emotion is sex... so let’s develop her unhealthy coping mechanisms

hmmm... maybe late in the night someone actually expresses Concern about her (a concept) being overworked and stressed with all the films/dramas after films/dramas she’s been doing and since she’s a lil tipsy she’s actually admits like “haha yeah i’m going to go grey at 22 i’m Stressed”. would be best if this was a friend but that doesn’t need to be an already established plot we have going!

someone with a more timid/nice personality, play beer pong or some other game against hana and she winds up losing and gets like really mad and pouts about it because she was trying to take her stress out on the game and losing was like a slap in the face and then the other muse is like dude... u okay?... i’m sorry... is it that serious... what did i do... lmao

minju

an almost-hook up (ladies only)? hear me out, minju really wants to figure herself out and explore herself, but i think she’s still too insecure and inexperienced to feel comfortable having her first “experience” yet, but that’s not to say she’s not willing to sneak off and do some heavy making out with a pretty girl. maybe they both stop there or it starts to go further and minju stops it because she’s not ready yet, but i do think something like this would be good for her development! only requirement (other than ladies only) is that both muses should be sober please. also this can be a one time thing or maybe down the line as minju develops, turn into some kind of fwb thing 👀 either is valid

minju meets someone for the first time during the party and she’s a big fan so she gets nervous but then she finds out they’re wasted and a mess so she has to basically babysit them for a little bit while trying not to fangirl lmao

#if you do wanna do one... can you reply or message me which one... likes are confusing #fmdcall #&& queued

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parttimespellbinder · 5 years

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Spellbound: Where to Start

So, this is basically a project that’s been in perpetual rebooting stages. My baby.

After knocking on the door again, Ryoga simply let himself in. It was his father’s house anyways, so why should any door be locked to him?

“Cole, I’m coming in,” he said. As he walked in, the first thing he noticed was the mess. There were countless books all over the floor, some of them opened to seemingly random pages. There were also a variety of clothes scattered around, with shirts, socks and a couple pairs of underwear hanging off the bed posts, the dresser and one on the television attached to the wall. A glass sphere sat on the unmade bed, while a broomstick flew in circles around the room. In the center of it all stood Cole Dryden, pointing a wooden wand at the aforementioned broom, directing it’s flight around the bedroom.

Ryoga couldn’t help but smile a bit. Cole stood at about the same height as Ryoga himself, with his jet black hair extending just a bit past his shoulders. His electric blue eyes were alight with joy as he commanded his broom. With the exception of a pair of shorts, his brown skinned body was on full display and something that Ryoga could not help but stare at just a bit, a look of dazed lust in his eyes. Cole had recently began to look more like a toned athlete, rather than the scrawny runt wizard he had been until recently.

He’s sure...grown up since we were little kids, Ryoga thought to himself. Guess it makes sense! After all, I’m the one who’s been trainin’ him all these years, teachin’ him how to fight and all...with his body.

“...oga. Hey, Ryoga!”

“Huh?”

Cole was standing face to face with Ryoga, a large smile on his face and a bit of a blush appearing on Ryoga’s own. “Hey, you okay? You seem a little out of it.”

Ryoga backed away from Cole. “I-I’m fine!”

“You sure?”

Ryoga glared at him. “Stop pesterin’ me about it! I said I was fine, didn’t I?”

Cole shrugged his shoulders and pointed his wand at his broom again, this time directing it towards the side of his bed. “You know, Ryoga, I don’t mind it when you stare at me. I actually kinda like it.”

A shiver ran all the way up Ryoga’s body and the blush on his face became more pronounced, which Cole couldn’t help but smirk at. Ryoga was many things, and easily flustered was one of them. Cole loved the way his body went completely stiff and rigid, his wolf ears and tail standing straight up and even his beautiful shaggy silver hair seemed to stand on end. Unlike Cole, Ryoga was of slightly fairer complexion so his blushing was more pronounced on his barley tanned skin. His red eyes seemed to dart around to every direction, except for the one Cole was in, but that suited him just fine. I’m sure he’ll get over it eventually. Here’s hoping it doesn’t take forever though.

“So, what’s up?”

“Huh?”

Cole shook his head and sighed. “What is going on? What do you want?”

“Don’t go gettin’ all high and mighty with me,” Ryoga said with a sort of annoyed smirk. “I just came to see if you were ready for breakfast yet.”

Cole nodded. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“Guess so, huh?” Ryoga asked. “What’s with all the books and shit all over the floor? If my dad or Suzuki see this, they’ll have a cow.”

“Oh, sorry about that,” Cole said. “I was up late trying out a couple of spells and I kept getting referred to different books and chapters and stuff and I was just kinda trying a bunch of stuff out, you know?”

Ryoga nodded. “I get that. I do it when I’m practicin’ different techniques and stuff. But you should probably clean it up at some point.”

Cole put his wand in his pocket, a wrinkled shirt on over his bare chest and walked out of the room with Ryoga. “I’ll do it when I finish breakfast then. I’m just...looking at all my options and I haven’t really saved any of my pages yet for what I was reading.”

“Seems like you’ve been practicin’ real hard, though,” Ryoga said, leading Cole down the long hallway of identical looking doors and landscape pictures. “Yer a lot better with yer castin’, by the looks of it.”

Cole shrugged. “Eh, that’s just basic stuff. Any mage can levitate their broom and make it fly around the room like that. But they say that it’s important to go over your fundamentals so I figure that I might as well do my basic spells every morning, just to stay…”

“In shape?”

“If you wanna call it that, I guess you can,” Cole said.

Ryoga lead him down a large staircase and into an equally sizeable dining room, where the rest of his family was seated. At the head of the table sat Mr. Kogami, Ryoga’s father, a distinguished looking man with short black hair and brown eyes reading a newspaper. He folded it and placed it on his lap as the two boys walked in and sat down.

“Good morning, Ryoga, Cole.”

“Good morning,” Cole replied, cheerfully.

“Mornin’,” Ryoga said a little stiffly. He glanced over at his siblings who were all too preoccupied to even notice that he’d walked in. The eldest, Shutaro, was completely lost in the world of his phone, lightly bobbing his head up and down to the beat of whatever song was blasting through his headphones. The twins, Miyuki and Atsuko, were younger than he was by several years and sat next to each other whispering rapidly. He then directed his attention to his youngest brother, Kenta.The small child sat in a high chair, getting spoon fed by his father’s wife, Suzuki, a young looking woman with long brown hair. She looked over at Ryoga and smiled at him but continued to give his brother most of her attention.

“Mr. Kogami,” Cole said, raising his hand as if he were a student in a classroom.

“Yes?”

“Is it okay of I levitate that plate of bacon from in front of Shutaro over to myself? I’d ask him to pass it but...he’s…”

“Yes, I suppose in this instance I’ll allow it. Please go ahead, Cole.”

Cole smirked proudly as he reached into his pocket for his wand. The moment he pulled it out, all eyes were on him. The twins stopped whispering and gazed at him with rapt attention, Suzuki took a momentary pause from feeding her young son and even Shutaro glanced up from his phone to see what was happening. The attention made Cole blush a little bit. He normally was not allowed to use magic during meals in the Kogami household and even now that Shutaro was looking dead at him, there was little need to continue. But at the same time, practice was practice and Cole was nothing, if not a willing performer.

He raised his wand, cleared his throat and waved it in the direction of the bacon covered plate. “Soram, oriri, aerem moveri per imperium meam. Elevare!”

Without skipping a beat, the bacon plate rose into the air, following Cole’s wand as he raised it higher and then towards himself. The plate floated halfway across the table, allowing Cole to reach for his bacon slices, plus a couple for Ryoga, knowing how it was one of his favorite foods.

“T-thanks,” Ryoga said, his eyes still glued to the floating plate.

“Umm...does anyone else want some?” Cole asked. “While I still have it up in the air?”

“We do! We do!” the twins shouted excitedly.

“The two of you haven’t even touched your plates yet,” Suzuki said. “Cole, I think you’re fine for now. You can set the plate down.”

“Can you pass the plate this way before you do?” Mr. Kogami asked.

“Sure thing,” Cole said, floating the plate down the table and setting it down in front of Koga’s father.

“Thank you very much, Cole.”

“You’re very welcome,” the young wizard replied.

“So, what do you and Ryoga have planned for today, Cole? How are you adapting to life in the city and how is your training coming along?”

Cole and Ryoga glanced at each other for a moment, neither really knowing how to answer the first question. “City life...city life is...fine I guess? You guys live a little outside the “city” city, I’m pretty sure so I haven’t really had much to adapt to over the past week. As for my training...that’s another matter entirely.”

“Oh?”

“What’s the matter, Cole?” Suzuki asked.

“Anything we can do to help you?” Mr. Kogami asked.

“Your parents sure are nice,” Cole whispered under his breath, knowing Ryoga’s ears would pick it up.

He smiled. “They ain’t the worst.”

“I’d certainly hope not,” Mr. Kogami said. “Now, what seems to be the problem with your training?”

“Well, I guess it’s that I’m not really sure what to do,” Cole said. “I’m supposed to master my magical element with regards to a certain branch of magic, but there are so many to choose from and I’m not really sure if my elemental preference carries over to all of them.”

“Have you asked Ryoga to help you?” Suzuki asked, looking over at Ryoga.

“I know even less about how magic works than, Cole does,” Ryoga said. “Me bein’ half werewolf an all doesn’t really do much for Cole in the way of helpin’ him with his studies.”

“Well don’t you know anyone who might be able to help him?” Suzuki asked.

“If I knew anyone like that I’d have asked ‘em already,” Ryoga said.

“Hmmm...well, what’s your magic element, Cole?” Mr. Kogami asked.

“I’m an Air element Mage,” Cole replied, reaching out for a second helping of waffles.

“One that can barely fly,” Ryoga muttered.

Cole gave him a dirty look. “I’m getting better.”

“So much better that you’re still shit at controllin’ what direction yer goin’ in? Oh yeah. Way better.”

“Ryoga, watch your mouth in front of your younger siblings!”

“Sure thing, Dad,” Ryoga said with a sigh.

“I guess I am a little sloppy,” Cole said. “But my parents barely wanted me leaving me at all! So I’m really still learning how to fly properly.”

“Hmm, from what Ryoga says, your other grades were similarly less than stellar,” Mr. Kogami said.

“Just so you know, Cole,” Suzuki began. “We expect you to maintain at least a ‘C’ average while you’re here staying with us. Your magical studies are important but we want to make sure that you’re capable of functioning in regular society as well.”

“Heh! Guess you’ll be goin’ to school with me when it starts back up again,” Ryoga said.

“Well, you’ve been with me during my lessons,” Cole said. “It only makes sense that I do the same with you while I’m here.”

“But that’s not for another couple of months,” Mr. Kogami said. “Koga just graduated from middle school when he went to get you from your village. Hmm, but you’re an Air Mage, huh? Why not start up a flying delivery service?”

“Aww, Dad! C’mon! Cole ain’t gonna do somethin’ stupid like that! What ya should do, is learn how to do somethin’...i don’t know, practical!”

“Delivering packages isn’t practical?”

“I’m gonna have to agree with Ryoga on this one,” Shutaro said, taking an interest in the conversation. “If Cole wanted to spend his life delivering mail, I’m sure he could’ve just stayed home in his village or whatever. What you need, Cole...is a challenge!”

“Oh please,” Ryoga said rolling his eyes. “Like you know anything about challenging magic.”

“Probably more than you do! I don’t run from magic anytime it shows up in front of my face! Cole, you should try to do something like Necromancy!”

The word alone sent a shiver up Cole’s spine. “No way!”

The thought of spending most of his time around corpses made Cole’s stomach turn and he pushed his plate away. “Great, now I’m not hungry anymore.”

Shutaro laughed. “Is it that bad of an idea?”

“I guess...it’s not the worst idea,” Cole said. “But you have to be into that kinda thing, I suppose. Necromancy isn’t really my thing and it requires more in depth knowledge of Earth and Void based magic, neither of which I really specialize in.”

“Maybe Cole could be a Wizard Doctor,” Atsuko suggested.

“Healing is a really difficult branch to study,” Cole said. “But I have always wanted to try it!”

“We can introduce you to someone for that,” Mr. Kogami said. “I’ve been needing to speak to Ethan anyways. He comes from a long line of…’Healers’, I think is the right word? But would you be able to apply your Air magic to it?”

Cole nodded despite not being fully sure himself. “I’m pretty sure I could. A subset of Air magic revolves around manipulating lightning and electricity. Ryoga says that you guys have machines that can be used to jump start people’s hearts with electricity so, it’s definitely possible. There are also a lot of spells that use Air and Wood or Air and Water element magic in tandem for healing or refreshing others.”

“And if it comes down to it, you can always learn how to fight with it,” Ryoga suggested.

Cole shrugged his shoulders and narrowed his eyes. “If all else fails, I guess it won’t kill me.”

“You should keep exploring your options, Cole,” Mr. Kogami said. “Take your time, obviously these things can’t be forced, but do try to pick something soon. The sooner you pick something the sooner your training can begin, right?”

Cole nodded as he got up from the table.

“Finished already?” Ryoga asked. “Ya haven’t even eaten half the table yet.”

“Very funny,” Cole said. “But yeah, I’m not really all that hungry. I can just have a big lunch later on. Thank you for the meal and the suggestions, Mr. and Mrs. Kogami.”

He made his way out of the room and back to his room up stairs, promptly throwing himself onto the bed. He waved his wand and repeated his levitation spell, causing several of his books to soar into the air and dance above him. There are so many different things I could devote a year to learning, and I don’t wanna waste it. They say that what you learn in your training year affects what you end up doing with the rest of your magical education in the future.

He adjusted himself on the bed and commanded more of his books to join the others in the air. I guess there’s not really a bad choice, when I really stop to think about it. Anything would be fine, it’s only a year. Even if I pick something like Potions or Alchemy I can always just do something else once I finish this year. Potions and Alchemy certainly aren’t bad choices, even if they’re way far from my first ones.

Cole had never been the most skilled wizard in the classroom. He often did just well enough to avoid remedial lessons in most of his subjects, though Potions, Alchemy, Flying and Divination were among his worst. I was really looking forward to this whole...year away from home thing so I could really figure things out and get things going for myself. But I barely even know where to start.

“Yo.”

Cole looked up to see Ryoga standing in his doorway. “You lookin’ pretty troubled over there,” Ryoga said, getting on the bed with him. “Still stressin’?”

“Yeah,” Cole said. “So many options and no idea what to pick. I wonder if other mages go through this for their training? Paige probably didn’t. Everyone knows her best subjects were Potions, Curses and Divinations. No way she had a hard time figuring out what to do for her training.”

“Eh, don’t sweat it too much,” Ryoga said, pressing his forehead against Cole’s. Cole replied by pressing back just a little bit, fully enjoying how close they were to each other. Cole could see every scar on Ryoga’s face, every pimple and even what looked like the beginnings of a silver moustache. Ryoga likewise could see every detail of Cole’s face. The mass of freckles, the smattering of acne worse than his own, and the dimples that formed when he smiled. He’s nothin’ but smiles when he’s lookin’ at me.

“Look, I’m gonna help ya get through this trainin’ thing, got it? Don’t worry about a thing.”

“Heh, I never worry when you’re with me, Ryoga.” Cole pressed closer, attempting to partially close the distance between their faces.

“Damn straight.”

“Oh, am I interrupting a private moment?”

Ryoga tore himself away from Cole, backflipping off the bed and landing on the floor in a fighting stance. He glared daggers at Shutaro, who looked in on the two boys with a mischievous look in his eye. “H-How long have you been standin’ there?”

“Long enough to watch the two of you go from a headbutt to a near kiss,” Shutaro said smirking. He was a younger, cooler version of their father. The same jet black hair, grown out and pulled into a little bun atop his head. His brown eyes had a lively glint to them, and in general he looked as though he could turn any situation into a good time. “Guess I should’ve figured, seeing as how y'all are sleeping the bed together.”

Ryoga’s face turned the same shade of red as his eyes. “W-wh...H-h-”

“‘How do I know this?’ C’mon, Ryo. Your room is right next to mine. Did you really think that just cause I don’t have super werewolf hearing that I can’t hear you closing the door to your own room at odd hours of the morning?”

Ryoga’s whole body was shaking. He could feel the cold sweat dripping down the back of his neck as his hairs started to stand on end again. “Oh, don’t get all nervous, Ryo. I’m not gonna tell Dad or anything. Your secret’s safe with me. But I do wanna call bullshit on what you said earlier. You totally know a mage that could help Cole out with his training...thing.”

“Come again?” Cole asked.

“Shut up, Shu!” Ryoga said.

“Hello, older brother here,” Shutaro said. “C’mon, is it really that bad of an option to consider?”

“I’d rather Cole learn whatever he needs to know from the homeless bums that hang around 7-11 late at night,” Ryoga said.

“Well, lucky for you, Cole, I’m much nicer than my little brother,” Shutaro said. He walked past Ryoga and sat himself down on the bed next to Cole. He smirked again at Ryoga who had to restrain himself from punching his brother in the face or tearing out his tongue. “Now, I’m sure that you’re aware that there are a bunch of other mages living here in the city, right?”

“Yeah,” Cole said. “I can kinda feel their mana, even from here.”

“Well we’ve got a few that live in the area that are as wealthy as our dad. But there’s one mage in the city, everyone knows him. He’s supposed to be the rising new star of sorcery. Heh, I hear that some people call him something stupid like ‘The Fountain of Dark Knowledge’ or something like that.”

At the sound of an epithet, Cole began to listen a bit more attentively. “Only really skilled mages get titles like that. Where can I find this him?”

Shutaro got up from the bed and beckoned for Cole to follow him across the hall to Ryoga’s room. Unlike Cole’s, Ryoga’s room was spotless. No mess in sight, bed made and even his clothes for later that day had already been set out. Shutaro lead the boys to the window and pointed. “See that tall ass building way off in the distance?”

“Yeah,” Cole said, remembering it from when had arrived a week ago. “What exactly is it?”

“It’s just the library,” Ryoga said. “Every city’s got one.”

“That tower is your local library?” Cole asked. “Seems a bit much, to me.”

“That’s because it’s a magical library,” Shutaro said. “The wizard I was telling you about, he runs the place! You can find any book on any subject there and I’m positive he’ll be able to point you in the right direction for your studies and training things.”

Ryoga let out a snort. “Oh yeah, I’m sure an asshole like him’ll be more than happy to help Cole out with all his questions. Hey! Here’s an idea! Cole can just walk in there and ask to be his fuckin’ apprentice or whatever it is you mages do! Wouldn’t that just be fucking peachy, Shu?”

“You...don’t have to get all angry about it,” Shutaro said. “I’m only trying to help you and your friend out.”

“Well, thanks a lot but we don’t need your shitty help Shu! Or his for that matter! Cole, there are plenty of people out there you’d be better off asking besides this guy! Trust me!”

“Is he like...an evil wizard or something? With a name like ‘Dark Knowledge Fountain’, he can't be all sunshine and rainbows, now can he?”

Ryoga and Shutaro both exchanged looks of uncertainty. “I...I wouldn’t call him ‘evil’ exactly,” Shutaro said. “Amoral, definitely. Unscrupulous, absolutely, but ‘evil’?”

“He’s a total prick, that’s for sure,” Ryoga said. “He’s needlessly dickish to other people, ‘specially humans and...and beast folk like me.”

Ah, now I know why he didn’t bring this guy up earlier. I can’t stand it when other Mages abuse magic against others, especially humans. Everyone knows they can’t defend themselves from it. “I don’t blame you for not wanting to bring him up then,” Cole said. “Kinda wish you had, but I can understand why you wouldn’t want to bring him up.”

Ryoga smirked smugly at his brother. “See! Cole doesn’t need the help of someone like that!”

“It was still worth the suggestion,” Shutaro said shrugging his shoulders.

“I would like to meet him though, Ryoga.”

Ryoga’s jaw dropped. “Are you kidding me?”

“Score one for the human brother with the dumb suggestion,” Shutaro said, making his way towards the door. “I’ll let you lovebirds settle this amongst yourselves.”

“We ain’t lovebirds!”

Ryoga slammed the door as his brother walked out. That fucker! What if my dad or Suzuki heard ‘im talkin’ like that? I’d never hear the end of it. Shu...if you weren’t my brother I’d rip out yer fucking vocal chords for that.

“Soo, what now?” Ryoga asked. “You don’t seriously want me to take you to see this guy, do you?”

“It’s not as though we really have anything else to do. And I don’t think that you really know any other Mages besides me.”

I do, I just don’t think it’d be worth it to introduce you to ‘em. “Ya got me there,” Ryoga said. “But are you really sure about this? He’s not a great guy, Cole. I’ve been goin’ to school with him since my parents and I came to America and he’s always been a dick. He once turned some human kid into a slug and no one ever remembered him after that day.”

“You do.”

“Only cause I threatened to beat him up if he tried anythin’ on me. And I was kinda bankin’ on you or Paige bein’ able to tell if someone had cast a spell on me or somethin’.”

“Paige is a lot better at that than I am,” Cole said. “It’s part of her whole Divination thing.”

“Uh-huh, that what it is? Not from her cursin’ anythin’ that breathes in her general direction?”

“I mean, how else do you practice curses?” Cole asked, trying to laugh it off. “But maybe you’re right. I mean, I feel like I only want to meet this other mage for...I don’t know, some sort of...peace of mind? Maybe? I’m not even sure. I’m really curious about him though. And if I’m being really honest, I wanna see this library.”

Ryoga rolled his eyes. Not that he himself had any particular disdain towards books or libraries, but he had lost hours of his life inside the library at Cole’s magic academy. But if it can help point him in the right direction...why not?

“If we see this guy though, promise that no matter what he says to or about me, you won’t engage him!”

“Oh, yeah, like how you never went after any of the other kids that picked on me while I was at school?”

Ryoga smiled. “Guess it would be kinda hypocritical of me to tell ya that. But I’m super serious, Cole. This guy’s no joke. There’s a reason why he’s a ‘rising star in sorcery’, ya know? But before we go, let’s try to look through those books of yers and try to pick out a few options, huh? That way when we go to the library, you’ll be a bit more prepared on what to look for and what to ask.”

Cole nodded as they walked back into his mess of a room. Ryoga speed around the room, gathering Cole’s books and dropping them at his feet. In less than two minutes there was quite a large pile on the floor in front of him. Ryoga then proceeded to pick them up one by one and hold them up for Cole, reading the titles or fields they belonged to aloud.

“Potions?”

“Hmmm...I never was too good at Potions,” Cole said.

“Another thing Paige had down pat,” Ryoga said. “Can you really do anything with yer Air element and Potions, though?”

Not so far as I really know, though I think some potions require mixing via lightning rather than over a fire. “I don’t really think so. I’m gonna say ‘no’ on Potions,” Cole said.

“Got it,” Ryoga said throwing it onto the bed. They continued this for at least half an hour, after which the bed was nearly covered with books in comparison to the relatively small pile at Cole’s feet.

“So, that leaves me with...Binding, Summoning, Conjuring, Healing, Enchanting, Transmogrification and...Combative Sorcery,” Cole said, looking the books over. “Though I’m not super pumped for the last one. Combative Sorcery is what my father specializes in.”

“What’s yer point? Everyone’s gotta know how to fight, Cole,” Ryoga said. “Hmm, why don’t you...pick one thing that you’d really like to do and keep fighting magic as your backup. You can work on both things at the same time.”

“Eh...is that really a thing…? Well…”

Cole had to take a moment to think about how stupid of a question that was. Of course that's a thing that people do! Paige works master her best skills simultaneously, it only makes sense. Uggh, but combat oriented sorcery? The last thing I wanted to do was follow in my parents footsteps. But I guess learning it won’t kill me. If anything, it might do me some good.

“I guess though...I kinda wanna know Cole, what’s the point?”

Cole looked at his best friend quizzically. “What do you mean?”

“Well, like, what’re ya hopin’ to get out of this? You’ve never really been all that goal oriented, not that it matters much to me. Guess I’m just tryin’ to understand what yer tryin’ to get outta all this work. Like, what do you wanna do when you finish yer trainin’?”

“I…”

This question stumped the young wizard. He’d left home in such a hurry and in such anticipation to start his Training, he didn’t even think to form any sort of plan for what to do after he finished it. “I-I’m...not sure. I never even thought to think about what I’d do afterwards.”

“Well ya might wanna get to that at some point,” Ryoga suggested. “Better to try to plan these things out.”

“So...do you know what you’re gonna do after you finish school?” Cole asked, wondering what Ryoga Kogami of all people could have planned out for his future. Surprisingly, Ryoga nodded his head.

“When I graduate from high school, I’m gonna do a couple semesters of community college and then I’m gonna join the military or enter the police academy.”

Cole stared at his best friend for a moment. “W-wait a minute. Aren’t those, like, the mortal equivalent of the royal guards back from my village? And, that’s what you wanna do for the rest of your life?”

Ryoga nodded proudly. “Ya think I wanna be a punk the rest of my life? I wanna make somethin’ of myself, Cole! I wanna do somethin’ important. Somethin’...somethin’ that means somethin’...ya know?”

“Well...I-I get that,” Cole said. “It’s just so...shocking that’d you’d want...anything to do with the mortal world in your future.”

“I’ve lived around humans most of my life, Cole. It’s not like there’s much waitin’ for me out...out in your world.”

Ryoga turned his back to Cole and walked towards the door. “Um...go ahead and get showered and everythin’. Once you finish, we’ll go into the city and I’ll take ya to meet...him.”

“O-okay,” Cole said. His heart felt like someone had stabbed it with a knife. A lot of the times, Cole forgot that Ryoga was just half a monster. I sometimes forget he’s a monster at all, if I’m being honest with myself. I mean, kids picked on me all the time back at school for my lackluster magic but...I can’t imagine just feeling so out of place I’d rather immerse myself completely in another world.

“R-Ryoga!”

Ryoga stopped and gave one last forlorn look at Cole. “Yeah?”

“I-is there a reason why you haven’t told me this guy’s name?” Cole asked, eager to end their conversation on something of a better note.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, I just don’t like thinkin’ ‘bout ‘im much. But if ya really wanna know, his name is Junpei Asakura.”

With that, Ryoga walked out of the room and back to his own, leaving Cole to get himself ready for the meeting with this wizard.

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