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Ghosts Dont go to High School

Chapter 10

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D.F. 👻:

Still want to know about ghosts?

Danny sent the message halfway through patrol while Tim was in the middle of breaking up an attempted burglary. He sent back a quick message while blocking a punch with his staff.

Red Robin:

Yes

A quick sweep of his staff landed the last of the thugs on his back.

Red Robin:

Did you talk to Phantom?

While waiting for a reply he zip-tied the thugs together for the GCPD to find and made his way to the nearest rooftop

D.F. 👻:

He agreed to meet you at Old Gotham Cemetery tomorrow at midnight.

Tim frowned at the time and place. Talk about cliche.

Red Robin:

I can be there.

Tim landed on the roof of a building across from Gotham Cemetery at 11:30 pm Sunday. His comm crackled in his ear.

“Are you sure you don’t want any backup?” Nightwing asked.

“I’m sure. Phantom is flighty. If a pack of vigilantes shows up it will scare him off. There’s no telling when or if he’d agree to meet again.” Tim said. Gotham Cemetery stood empty, the large iron gates were chained shut. It didn’t look like Phantom was there yet. Good.

“If Drake allows the ghost to get away again, someone else should be in charge of this case,” Damian said. Tim could almost see the sneer on the demon brat’s face.

“Codenames,” Batman said over the comms. “Red Robin is the only one who has been able to get close to Phantom. We need information on ghosts to be prepared if anything happens, but Phantom is not our enemy.” There was a pause as Batman allowed those words to seep in. “That being said, I can be there in three minutes.”

“It will be fine.” Tim stood to get a better view of the cemetery.

“Isn’t it a bit on-the-nose for a ghost to hang out in a graveyard?” Nightwing asked.

“It’s a cemetery, actually,” Tim said, switching from the regular vision in his mask to infrared. If Phantom had ice powers, maybe he could see him as a cold spot.

“What’s the difference?”

“Graveyards are attached to churches,” Tim responded, “Cemeteries aren't.” There wasn’t anything on thermal vision.

“Did Phantom tell you that?” Damian asked, his derisive tone clear even over the comm.

“No, actually. Da- uh… someone else did.”

“It was your physics partner, wasn't it?” Damian asked.

“Your boyfriend knows the difference between graveyards and cemeteries?" Dick asked. "That’s kinda creepy.”

“He’s not my boyfriend.” Tim shot back.

“Not yet,” Dick sing-songed.

“Chatter on comms,” Batman warned.

“Oh, come on, B. You have to admit, he’s the son of ghost hunters, is in regular contact with ghosts, and hangs out in cemeteries. That’s creepy. All he needs is fangs and he could be a full-on vampire.”

Tim felt his face flush as he was reminded of the sharper-than-human teeth he knew Danny sometimes had. “He’s not a vampire.”

“You wouldn’t be talking about me, would you?”

Tim spun around and found himself face to face with Phantom. Tim wondered if he had had a bad night since the ghost was looking rough. His white hair, which usually floated around as if blown in an invisible breeze hung limp, and there were dark blue bags under his eyes that showed in sharp contrast to his paler-blue-than-normal skin. Even his pointed ears seemed to droop. He had a lumpy black duffle bag thrown over one shoulder and it sat heavily against his hip, or where his hip would be if his body didn’t end in a wispy tail.

“No, of course not,” Tim answered quickly. Phantom hummed, looking unconvinced, and shifted the duffle higher onto his shoulder. “What's in the bag?”

Phantom set it down and pulled out a thin silvery rod, about a foot long and covered in green markings and copper wires. Tim took it from the ghost. “What is it?” Tim turned the rod around in his hands. If he had to guess, it was a lightning rod of some kind.

“Let's head into the cemetery and I’ll tell you about it.” Phantom took the rod back and stuck it into the bag. He floated over to the edge of the building. “After you.”

Tim eyed Phantom; the ghost looked like a strong wind would blow him away, but he gestured for Tim to go first, so he shot off his grapple and landed inside the gates to the cemetery. Phantom joined him just a second later.

“So, what are those rods?”

“It’s why I wanted you here.” Phantom was digging in his duffle bag again. “I’ve been waiting for a natural portal to open between here and the Infinite Realms so I could send Cindy home, but it’s been weeks and there hasn’t been one, which is odd.” Phantom finally found what he was looking for, a device with a small radar dish on the front. He powered it up and a green grid popped up on the screen. “See?” Phantom turned the device so he could see it better.

Tim squinted at the device. There was a line that was rotating and a steady slow beep, but nothing on the screen stood out to him. “I don’t see anything.”

“Exactly! There is supposed to be ectoplasm everywhere," Phantom said, pulling the device back to himself. "It gathers in certain places: ley lines, graveyards, cemeteries, battlegrounds, war zones."

"Places where there is a lot of death," Tim supplied, trying to figure out the line of thought Phantom was on.

"Yeah. Gotham should be an ectoplasm hot spot, what with all the…" Phantom waved his hand in the air in a vague gesture before he shrugged. "Everything about this place." He stopped his explanation long enough to tap some buttons on the device. "But it isn't."

Phantom continued to fidget with the machine but didn't continue his explanation. The cemetery grew silent around them, the only sound was the breeze in the yellowing leaves. Tim shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

"Any ideas why that is?" Tim raised his eyebrow in question.

"Theories, not anything concrete." Phantom studied the device in his hands and ran a thumb along the surface. "Most likely, there is a– well, it doesn't translate well from ghost speak, but a kind of natural ectoplasm filter here."

"A filter," Tim deadpanned.

"As I said, it doesn't translate well.” Phantom floated away from Tim a little until he was settled cross-legged on the top of an old headstone. “They form naturally when there is a high concentration of ectoplasm in one spot in the mortal realm. It's part of the natural ectoplasm cycle."

“Ectoplasm Cycle?” Nightwing asked over the comm. Tim ignored him.

"If they form in places high in ectoplasm, why are the levels in Gotham so low?"

"Because they soak up all the ectoplasm like a sponge and filter it back into the infinite realms.”

Chatter exploded over the comms about the Lazarus pit somewhere in the caves under Gotham, but surely not. The pits were mysterious, but they didn't have anything to do with ghosts, surely. Still, it wouldn’t hurt to ask. “What does this filter look like?” the comms went silent.

“I don’t know. I’ve never actually seen one, just read about them.” Phantom put the device back into the bag and pulled out a rod. “In any case, to send Cindy home, I need to force a portal to form. That’s where this comes in.” Phantom held out the rod. He looked pleased with himself, so much so that Tim hated to ask.

“Right." Tim crossed his arms over his chest and nodded toward the rod. "You still haven’t told me what that is.”

“It’s an ecto-rod.” Phantom turned the rod around in his hands. “It gathers ambient ectoplasm and channels it to a single spot. Once the ectoplasm levels in the area get high enough, a portal forms. Then I can send Cindy home.” Phantom tapped the end of the rod twice on his shoulder. “So, that’s my deal. You let me put these where I need them to go, and I’ll answer any questions about ghosts you may have while I’m doing it.” Phantom held the rod in his lap and watched Tim, waiting.

“Is it safe? We aren’t going to have zombies running around Gotham cemetery, are we?” Tim asked. The last thing they needed was more zombies, Solomon Grundy was enough.

“Oh, yeah, no, yeah,” Phantom waved his hand in the air, “it’s perfectly safe. Ectoplasm doesn’t create zombies, only ghosts and the occasional overly aggressive food item.”

"Aggressive food items?" Dick asked.

“What do you mean, aggressive food item?”

“Hmm. That falls under ‘questions about ghosts’" Phantom gave him a fanged smirk.

“If there isn’t any ectoplasm in Gotham, how are the rods going to gather it to form a portal?” Damian asked and Tim hated that he made a good point, but he repeated the question anyway.

“Oh, in a few weeks, it will be Samhain. The barrier is thinner then, so more ectoplasm than usual is going to leak across. The filter won’t be able to keep up with it and there will hopefully be enough to make a portal big enough for Cindy to slip through.”

“And if there isn’t enough?”

Phantom grew still and his voice was nearly a whisper when he responded. “I can supplement if there isn’t enough.”

“What does that mean?” Tim and Dick asked at the same time.

“That falls under ‘questions about ghosts'," Phantom repeated. There was no grin this time.

“Let him set them up. We can increase patrols in the area until we know there isn’t a threat,” Batman growled over the comms.

“Hood isn’t going to be happy about that. This area is right on the edge of his territory,” Dick responded.

They kept talking, their chatter an annoying buzz in his ear. Tim reached up and turned off his comm so he could focus on Phantom. The ghost had his head cocked to the side, watching him curiously. With his glowing green eyes and black-and-white coloring Tim was reminded of a tuxedo cat.

“Okay, you can set up the ecto rods.” Tim hoped they weren't going to regret trusting Phantom.

Phantom smiled brightly and floated down from the headstone. “Great! This way.”

Tim walked beside Phantom deeper into the silent cemetery. The older ornate headstones gave way to smaller stones and placards. The light from the crescent moon shone down in mottled spots, ever-shifting due to the cloud cover. It was still early enough in the season for the leaves to start changing colors but not late enough for them to fall. A cool breeze ruffled his hair bringing with it the scent of fresh-cut grass and gasoline, along with the ever-present stench of the city. He was quiet for a bit, mulling over his thoughts. To his surprise, Phantom broke the silence first.

“So, before you get started interrogating me about ghosts, I have a few ground rules.” Phantom rubbed his shoulder and looked up toward the moon. “Don’t ask about a ghost's death. It’s…rude.” Phantom paused. For a long moment, he was silent, but Tim could tell he wanted to say something else, so he kept quiet until Phantom continued. “You have to understand, ghosts don’t form from nice deaths.” The hand that had been gripping his shoulder that had been on his shoulder came down to squeeze at his hand, his thumb digging into the meat of his left palm.

“Is that-” Tim caught himself asking about Phantom's hand, but the subject of conversation was painting a picture of his days, a death that Tim didn't like the look of. He switched gears instead. “Okay. Anything else?”

“Some things aren’t my secrets to tell. Don’t push for answers if I tell you ‘no’.”

“Okay,” Tim said. “Can I ask you to elaborate on what you meant about supplementing ectoplasm?”

“Ghosts are mostly ectoplasm, in the same way, humans are mostly water. If there isn’t enough ectoplasm to trigger a portal, I can use some of my own.” Phantom held up his hand with the palm facing up.

"Isn't that like using your blood?" Tim felt sick at the thought.

Phantom shrugged. "Sort of."

“There has to be another way.” The last thing he wanted was for Phantom to have to use his own blood, or life force.

Phantom sighed, a thin mist forming from his breath. “Not without sneaking into a highly secured vault with advanced anti-ghost defenses, twenty-four/seven armed guard, and a one-way trip to a holding cell If I'm caught.”

“Maybe I could–”

“No.” Phantom stopped in front of Tim and pinned him with a sharp look. It was the most serious he had ever seen the ghost look. “I don’t want you any more involved than you already are. It’s hard enough keeping Cindy out of danger, I don’t need you poking your nose in where it doesn’t belong. Okay?”

"Okay," Tim said. Phantom nodded and started down a smaller path. He was starting to get an idea of where they were going.

“Speaking of Cindy," Tim spoke up after a few minutes of silence. "Where is she?”

“She’s with me.” Phantom looked over at him and his eyes trailed down toward his left leg. “Or, she’s with you right now.” Tim looked down but he didn’t see anything. He tried switching to infrared, and even ultraviolet views.

“I don’t see anything.”

“Yeah, most people can’t see ghosts when they want to stay hidden.” Phantom stopped to dig into his bag and pulled out a large copper ring wrapped in a thin green wire. The ring could easily fit on Tim’s finger. “Try looking through this.”

Tim took it and held it up to the sky, squinting one eye to peer through the hole. “What is it?”

“It’s like a hag stone but it actually works.” Phantom crossed his arms and waited. Tim sighed and pressed the metal to his eye and immediately pulled it away.

“What the hell?” Tim blinked at the stone in confusion while Phantom smirked at him. He put the ring back to his eye and tried to make sense of what he was seeing. Phantom was still Phantom, same blue skin and white hair, but there was a mist surrounding him, green like his eyes. It seemed to pulse, growing brighter and dimmer in a steady beat. Most of the mist swirled around his torso, but some of it was floating toward Tim. He followed it and found himself looking into the face of a child who was clinging to his leg like a toddler. She smiled and Tim noticed a few missing teeth. Where Phantom was in full color, Cindy’s color was muted grays and pinks.

“She used up a lot of her ectoplasm in the fire. She’s been subsisting on mine since then, but it’s not a permanent solution.”

“Why is she on me?”

Phantom smiled down at the girl and when he spoke his voice was fond. “She likes you, says you feel familiar.”

Phantom made a strange chirping sound and Cindy reluctantly let go of Tim’s leg and settled on the ghost’s shoulders. Her small size reminded Tim of how young Cindy must have been when she died. He didn’t have to ask how she had died, he could guess. Her mother had died in a house fire, and Cindy’s ghost was haunting the burnt-out remnants of an apartment building. Tim clenched the ring in his fist and closed his eyes.

A child had died scared and in pain and his first instinct when meeting her was to think of her as a monster.

“Can she hear me?” Tim asked. At Phantom’s nod, he put the ring back up to his eye. Cindy was still on Phantom’s shoulders watching him with interest. She was much less defined than Phantom, sort of fuzzy around the edges, though no less there. “I want to apologize for the way I acted when we first met. I will help Phantom get you back to your mom if I can,” he said, speaking directly to her.

Cindy’s face broke into a large grin and she flew off of Phantom’s shoulders and crashed into him. Tim could actually feel her. He was surprised by how warm she was for a ghost, how tightly something non-corporeal could squeeze.

“Aw, that’s nice. Well, we’re here.” Phantom turned to the small grave marker. Someone had put fresh white lilies on the grave and it had been recently cleaned of leaves. Tim knew without looking that the grave marker would say ‘Michelle Howe’. Cindy’s mother.

Tim felt Cindy shift her hold on him until she was settled against his back. “What’s the plan?”

Phantom set the duffle bag on the ground and pulled out one of the rods. “I’m going to put these around the grave.”

Phantom floated to the headstone and sunk the rod far too easily into the ground beside it.

"How did you do that?" Red Robin asked. "Density shifting?"

"No,” Phantom pulled another rod out of the bag before answering. “Phase shifting." He pushed the second pole into the ground on the other side of the headstone.

"What's the difference?"

Phantom gave him a look like he should know the answer before shaking his head. "Density shifting is changing the distance between atoms so the atoms in object A pass between the atoms of object B. Phase shifting is moving object A out of phase with the current reality."

"That sounds complicated."

Phantom snorted a laugh. "Ghosts exist on a different plane of reality. The complicated part is staying on this plane." He sunk another pole into the ground several feet away from the first two and in line with the second one. "I can't tell you how many times I fell through the floor before I got the hang of it."

“According to the Fentons, ghosts can control their powers instinctively, but you can't?” Tim asked. Phantom shifted uncomfortably and Cindy seemed to hold onto Tim’s shoulders tighter.

“Most ghosts can, but not all.” Phantom fiddled with the fourth rod. “I can send you some actual research on the different types of ghosts.”

He turned away from Tim and pressed the rod into the ground, completing a large rectangle around the gravesite. There was no evidence of the area being tampered with at all. Phantom pulled the last rod out of the bag.

"How do you know so much about density shifting?" Tim asked.

"Popular Mechanics did an article on some of the Justice League's powers a few years back. I always liked Martian Manhunter the best, before… well, before." Phantom gestured to his wispy tail and pointed ears. Red Robin could finish the thought himself. Before Phantom died.

Which opened up a whole new avenue of questions. According to the Fenton's research ghosts couldn't remember their lives before they died. But Phantom remembered that he liked Martian Manhunter, and Cindy certainly remembers who she was. If they were wrong about that, what else could they have been wrong about?

"What about Martian Manhunter did you like?"

Phantom's eyes lit up, "He's from Mars. He's an actual real-life Martian. We only just developed sustainable space travel, and Martians had that technology before humans even existed. We could have learned so much about space, technology, and the history of the universe from them!"

Red Robin could swear he saw literal stars in Phantom's eyes as he continued to talk about Martians and space travel and the universe at large, and was it his imagination, or was his glow getting brighter? Phantom had started to talk about the formation of the Crab Head Nebula when he suddenly stopped and gave Red Robin a sheepish look. "Sorry, I got carried away. You don't care about any of that."

"You don't have to stop on my account. You seem to really love space."

"Yeah." Phantom fiddled with the last pole in his hands. "I wanted to be an astronaut. Before. I used to read scientific journals about space for fun."

Tim remembered the first time he had seen Phantom, eating a burger and staring up at what little of the stars he could see. "You spent your life studying aeronautics." Red Robin couldn't help the grief welling up like a spring in his chest. For maybe the first time he realized Phantom had been alive once. A human with passions and dreams and hobbies. He had a goal and was never able to achieve it because he had died.

Phantom's hand clenched around the pole, his white gloves made no sound, even though they were made of some sort of rubber. Neoprene, or a chemical-resistant PVC. In fact, his whole suit was a kind of rubberized hazmat uniform similar to the ones the Doctors Fenton had been wearing.

A thought, half-formed, flitted through his brain, and the spring of grief in his chest turned to ice. "When did you meet Danny?"

Phantom turned to face him. The guard that had dropped while he spoke of space was back up, reinforced with wariness. "A long time ago."

"Did you know him before?"

Instead of answering, Phantom narrowed his eyes and sunk the final pole into the center of the grave. "I'm all done here. I shouldn't need your help again."

"Wait!" Tim yelled, reaching out to the ghost. If Phantom disappeared now he may never have the opportunity to speak to him again. But it was too late. Phantom was already gone.

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Pacific.Rim f/o's x me Moodboards

Cw: suggestiveness. (Use of the petname "da.ddy" as a reference to herc)in hercs moodboard (ill leave him as the final one) also idk how to tag that so if anyone can help me out its appreciated, also anger issues mention.

Mako Mori

"Having you as my first friend is truly an honor"

"Shut up mako!"

Trope: enemies (ish) to best Friends.

Song: Best Friend by Saweetie Ft. Doja Cat

Stacker Pentecost

"Only you could teach me how to love the Ocean again"

"Why?"

"Because in its ebb and flow I see your love"

Trope: tall brooding and serious x slightly less serious smol.

Song: The Man I Love By Ella Fitzgerald

Charles (Chuck) Hansen

"Thanks for Sticking around for so long, princess, I know I can be hard to deal with sometimes"

"I'll always be there for you,'sides, you've come a long way"

"All thanks to you, luv"

Trope: Bad boy with anger issues x opposite 'goody two shoes' who also has anger issues (And can control them)

Song: Kiss From A Rose, specifically the cover made by Super Guitar Bros

Yancy Becket

"You're always look so beautiful, Raleigh and I might make you the poster girl for Lady Danger"

"First, in your dreams, becket, second you're such a charmer"

"If I sing that one song that reminds you of me Will you do it?"

"Dont. You. Dare...y'know my heart can handle it. Wipe that stupid grin off of your pretty face!"

Trope: Effortlessly charming with a heart of gold x tough looking softie, who gets easily flustered.

Song: Strawberry Blond by Mitski. Alternatively, Dear Future Husband by Meghan Trainor or Dandelions By Ruth B and My Type by Saint Motel

Raleigh Becket

"I honestly have no clue how you can love me sometimes"

"Rals. Youre a blonde haired blue eyed golden retriever of a Man, how couldnt I love you"

Trope:Emotionally constipated Man who hopes to find love and is a golden retriever x trust issues having sunshine

Song: My Type by Saint Motel, Dandelions by Ruth B, Dear Future Husband by Meghan Trainor.

Hermann Gottlieb

"And thats why this calculation should give me the exact result for-- did you understand anything?"

"Nope. But im trying my best only because its you and I love hearing you talk"

"..."

"Hermann?"

"..."

"I think I broke you"

Trope: Awkward but sweet nerd x a little less awkward but sweet nerd (who cant understand math for shit)

Song: Genius, by Labrynth

Newton Geiszler

"Sorry I must be talking your ears off...!"

"Ramble away. You did hear me ramble about kaijus for two hours, besides I love seeing how your mind works"

"Newton you absolute charmer..!"

Or

"Stacker I want that one" said Newton after I listened to him intently about kaijus for an hour and a half.

"Newton you cant just call dibs on people"

"buT I WANT HER!,SHE'S LITERALLY EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED"

Trope: hyperactive adhd nerd x constantly tired (probably also has adhd) nerd.

Song: Mary On A Cross by Ghost

Tendo Choi (Quispe)

"Thanks for teaching me some spanish, doll"

"Of course! Glad to help another latino out"

"Ya wanna know whats my favorite phrase in spanish?"

"Sure!"

"Te Amo~"

"teNDO YOU DORK!"

Trope: friends/co-workers to lovers (who Bond over being/descending from the same continent)

Song: Nunca Me Faltes by Antonio Rios, or Youre The One That I Want from Grease. (Mans loves a classic)

(Quispe is not a cannon last name but I think it fits since hes chinese/peruvian).

Hercules (Herc) Hansen

"Thanks by the way"

"For what?"

"For giving me all the love i didnt know I was missing, and for helping me get closer to my son. I love you"

"I love you too"

Trope: Tough guy who really needs a hug x Tough softie who loves giving hugs

Song: Love Like You by Rebecca Sugar, or I Was Made For Loving You by KISS

《♡♡♡♡♡》

-> Only mutuals allowed to rb.

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Domniţă {Part 3}

Summary: The Winter Soldier was hired to protect you, guard you, risk his life for you. You are important. Your family is important. You become intrigued by the blue-eyed stoic man who stands by your side, and something brews between the two of you. Set during the Cold War. Winter Soldier!Bucky Pairing: Bucky x Reader Word count: 1178

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“Are you okay?” He asked you. It felt strange to hear his voice muffled by the mask he wore. You almost did not reply. Then you looked into his eyes, steel blue, and saw real emotion in them. Concern. Fear. To think once upon a time you had theorised that he was a robot with how reserved he normally is.

“Yeah.” The word left your mouth infused with shakiness. You tried to calm down your heart, but it was still racing from the attack. He noticed. Of course, he did. He walked over to you, carefully kneeling to pick you up. Your back ached from being pushed into the ground. The cry you let out when he lifted you off the ground told him as much.

“Can you walk?” He asked you. You barely heard him, focusing on the three men on the ground unmoving. “Y/N!” He said a bit more emphatically, grabbing your attention.

You snapped your head back to him, looking at him. Concern. Fear. Worry. “Can you walk?” He asked again. Slowly, you nodded a ‘yes’ and let him hesitantly lower you.

Instinctively, you rubbed your wrists where they had grabbed you tightly. It stung. You let out a hiss without realising and The Soldier was onto you instantly. He grabbed your hands, inspecting them carefully. Fear was gone from his eyes now. Anger replaced it. Anger. Concern. Worry. You caught him glance over at the thugs. “I’m fine.” You said softly. “Just bruised.”

He didn’t say anything to you now. He simply stepped back to call your father, talking in hushed muffled tones, informing him of your safety and that the situation had been dealt with. You focused on the thugs, taking careful steps around them, just out of reach if one miraculously woke up.

The call was made. More men arrived and took the thugs away. “Are they dead?” You asked him.

There were people around. You honestly were not expecting a response, that was not his normal. You had no idea why you had asked him in the first place, but you were in shock, you would later argue with yourself. And yet... he replied. “No. Your father will want to question them.” He said it so bitterly, as if he had wanted to kill them. That scared you.

Logically, you knew that a bodyguard’s job is to protect you. That involves killing people. He had literally killed to protect you the first time you had ever met him. And yet. This time, his desire to kill felt less like a professional obligation. He drove you back home, taking someone’s car. You were not sure whose but it had to have belonged to your father’s men. The drive was silent, the only sound that registered was when the hum of the engine cut abruptly as he got out to open your door. He never spoke unless spoken to, and you had nothing to say. This was your own fault. You had sneaked out without anyone. You knew it could have been dangerous – and oh Lord, how it was! – everything about this was on you.

“I’m sorry.”

Two words broke the silence as you walked to your room. You did not say anything. So, he must have. But why would he be apologising? You stared at him in confusion. This time, he didn’t stand outside the door, like a dutiful statue. He walked right in with you, closed the door and sat beside you.

“I should have been there. That was my job.” He sounded pained and mournful. It hurt you to think that this was probably the most human you had seen him look in two years. Whoever he truly was, It was beginning to peak through. "I'm sorry."

“No, no.” You denied. “I ran outside. I knew what I was doing.” No you did not! You argued with yourself. If you knew what you were doing, you would not have needed to be saved by him!

“I should have noticed sooner. I should have been there to protect you!” His voice raised, almost in panic. A thought filled your mind: what would have happened if he had not arrived when he did?

Tears welled up in your eyes. How could you have been so foolish? “We’re they going to kill me?” You asked him in a voice that could barely constitute as a whisper. Your lip trembled. He pulled you close. He did not answer your question. He did not know what they had planned for you, but he wished he could have killed them all the same.

He let you lie across his lap, and cry silently to let the fear out. He shushed you when you blamed yourself, he run his hands through your hair until you calmed down. Not for the first time, you we’re grateful he was there.

He watched you slowly ease into drowsiness as the adrenaline and fear faded away. He moved to stand up and lay you back in your bed but from where you were sitting now that he gently pushed you off of him, you grabbed onto his hand before he became out of reach.

“Stay?” You asked in a small voice. “I don’t want to be alone. Please?” He looked at the door with a concerned look. “I’ll say I needed you here to feel safe. I do, really. Please? Just…just tonight?”

“Okay.” He nodded without hesitancy. And really how could he deny that? Keeping you safe was his job, that was his mission.

You climbed under the covers and insisted he join you There was some hesitancy now. He insisted sitting on a chair next to you, What would happen if your father came in? Fear climbed back up your throat. Father. Thugs. You could have died? What if you had died, and this was a dream, a last minute of peace before the great beyond? He did not need to hear your thoughts to read you like an open book. When tears began to well, he gave in.

His body was warm. There was space on your large bed, but you found yourself drawn towards him. It was nice, but every time you closed your eyes, all you could see was the brutality of tonight. “Can you hold me?” You weren’t sure if he heard you, or if you had even really said it out loud but his arms wrapped around you, holding you close to his chest. It was almost like he needed the reassurance of your life. It was in this warmth that you finally found enough comfort to fall asleep. When you woke up the next morning, he was standing dutifully outside the door with his hands clasped behind his back. You barely missed the slight smile that peaked as you walked passed him before he drew his mask back up.

You would never know this, but that night, the Soldier had never slept. He forced himself awake incase a new threat came into the room while you were vulnerable - either enemies or your father.

Part 4

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Thor,Son of Odin

Thorin x Modern!reader

Summary:Imagine being apart of the company ;and calling Thorin,Thor the god of Thunder.

a/n i hate wattpad it deleted 6 hours of work on this ,bloody bullshit and i fell over in that time todays going amazing, I passed my gsces though.

Word count:3277

Okay ,okay ,let's do this one last time. You Y/n L/n ,some how ended up in Tolkiens universe,the hobbit.Bro you was beyond freaked out to wake up snuggling up with some dude,practially laying on top of him,his arms around you holding you. His hair dark ,long ,silky almost,his face wore but structured,his body muscular,yet some what stumpy. Your face so close to his ,as ou come to reality ,you do not know who in bloody hell this man was.

You had brought your hand up his his cheek ,poking it once ,nothing,again,slight groan but nothing really,again his time mulitple harsh pokes ,finally his ocean coloured eyes shot open. They looked into your e/c ones you screamed then he screamed. Pushing yourself of his out of his grip.

"who are you?" he had shouted ,in shock really.

"no! Who in bloody earth are you? and why were we snuggling? Kidnapper! HELP"  you had stood up ,your face turning in every direction to see where in gods earth you were,just all you could see was forest and a bunch of men,who surrounded you and the strange blue eyed man,looking at you strangely. You looked around again and you saw a man that was dressed as a wizard , he looked like cogsworth,damn he really does.

"oh I get it. I will rather die than take part in your orgies!" you had shouted again ,laughing in horror after ,you were very much terrified in this moment.

"I'm sorry ,what orgies? what gives you that idea?" the smallest one hadspoken up pushing passed the others ,you had pulled your attention to him ,noticing his cute dirty blond hair,travelling down to his huge hair feet,letting out a gasp. "w-why are you feet so large?" you had whispered in shock. "I am hobbit ,of the shir-" " a what?" damn if this couldn't get any weird.

"Enough! WHo are you?why wre you trying to seduce our king?" A balding muscular tattooed man had interrupted ,your questioning."Your king? I havent heard of a king,not at least in europe for over a hundred years! Also last thing I remember was laying in my bed ,not in the arms of a 'king'"  you groaned out this sitution had began to give you to give you a headache.

"this is Thorin ,son Thrain ,son of Thror,the rightful dwarven king of erebor."

"Now enough of the bullshit ,Thor SOn of Odin ,God of thunder, I want to go home! THere are no such thing as dwarven king ,nor dwarves,nor whatever a hobbit  is ,and there's certainly no such place as erebor on this earth! This isn't bloody princess diaries."

The group of men had just stared at you in conflusion,as you had fainted ,therefore Gandalf had concluded that you will be apart of the company. As he had realised some how ,some way you had ended up in an another universe,well all he knew as some sorta force had brought you their world for a reason. He had forced Thorin to accept that you were to be apart of the company ,even if he felt absolute hatred towards you.

When you had came to the first thing you saw was Thorin,so you had made a run at him punching him square in the nose,only to get this sidekick,that tattoo'ed punk to grab a hold of you. "Oi what the fuckk ,get off me!"  yeah they basically tied you to a try ,and then from that Gandalf had explained everything ,and in a couple of hours you had agreed to join ,you still did not trust them however.

You had put upon an pony ,sat behind Bilbo ,the hobbit. "hey just so you know I am still not joining in on your orgies, I do not want to lose my innocence to anyone apart from a nice MHM-" you had pretended to cup an ass in your hands."set of cake shape ass,god dAMN."Bilbo had turned to look at you with a face of pure disgust ,,whereas others of the company such as the kings nephews had laughed. "and what is this orgy you speak of lassie?" the oldest dwarvf had spoken up you had found out his name was Balin older brother of Thorin's side piece.

"oh- its basically when a group of people do the stuff eachother all together" now bursts of laughter had filled your ears. "I assure you miss y/n l/n,the is none of that." Gandalf had spoken sternly ,he did not want to witness that no thank you.

"Oh good then, oh mister hobbit you have such beautiful locks." you had brought you had to touch a single curcle upon his head,whilst the hobbit had blushed brightly at your compliment. "oh well thank you ,as do you have lovely h/c locks." you had smiled widely ruffling his hair,Thorin heard this and did not like it,jerk.

Anways skip to a week later Thorin is brooding with his coak off,those pants really defined his ass,you were sat on a log next to Bilbo,you had nudged him gently grabbing his attention. His eyes filled with red from the warmth of the fires flames as he looked up at you,Thorin's nephews had seen your staring at your uncle and were watching and listening intensely.

"Thor has a nice nutt ,mhmm ,just like Jensen Ackles ass." Bilbo had choked on his own tongue ,as you just glaced back the dwarven kings ass one last time before turning back to Bilbo.

"aye, Y/n ,psttt" Kili had whispered shouted gaining you and Bilbo's attention ,he had gestured for you to go to him with his fingers,you had grabbed Bilbo by his hand before standing up,dragging him with you to sit beside the brothers. "wasssuppppp" damn this isn't the 2000s ,its bloody some age,you don't remember Gandalf got a bit boring if you were totally honest. Fili and Kili smirk to themselves, before Kili speaks up,Fili isn't as talkative as Kili is."you fancy our uncle." you had instantly scoffed , Bilbo had just pretend to be studying the stars ,and avoiding your bullshit lies.

"I see how it is,you trying to get your uncle laid, well yes he has the perfect ass, but I hardly know any of you,except Bilbo I accidentally saw him naked, he has a the cutest little bu-""Y/n!" you had cackled loudly catching some of the dwarves that were still awake attention, the nephews grinned even larger than before at you. "so you admit to looking at our uncles bottom,and you've seen Bilbo nude! Well!" he had basically shouted.

Bofur had turned around raised an eyebrow at you ,whilst Thorin pretended to be brooding still. "what?! Lass,you've seen the little fellow naked????" you had sighed loudly in distress,bloody god darn dwarves. "I say it again it was an accident!I was go for a pee, and then I daw that Bilbo had just gotten of a lake and was wearing a toel,so I decided to scare him, I didn't know he was going to scream ,and drop his towel." Bilbo held his head in in his hands in complete embarrassment.

"what did you except to happen lass? "

"I thought that scream was you."

"wow thanks for coming to save me then. plus i thought Bilbo might of just -you know what I dont know"

Thorin had felt a load off of his shoulders fall away ,knowing you didn't get it on with a dude that was half of your height, he didn't like the fact you were on this quest ,but he couldn't help thinking you had some nice hair. He also felt like grinning ,but of course a scowl was always imprinting on his face,he hadn't had a woman check him out in what it seemed as forever.

That was months of ago now, in which currently you had all been captured by elves ,well the prince of the Greenwood realm,Legolas.The company had been separated from you and Thorin and Bilbo was no where to be seen ,but you knew he was sneaky ass..butt. This elven king Thranduil , had did some voodoo to his face ,spat in Thorin's face with his stinky ass breathe...who needs to talk to someone that close up,might aswell had kissed him. After he was done with the dwarven king he started eyeing you up so you did back ,his ass mainly.

"and who are you ,andwhy does a woman travel with pigs?" his voice like silver ,yet cold as ice, but he would not stare bloody still,while you rated his ass. "Y/n L/n-god damnit stand still," the King had stopped , you had turned your body to get a look at his...flat ass,before leaning back to check out Thorin's. "what ARE you doing?" bro they didn't even tie your hands ,so you had made your way behind Thorin cupping his ass,making him gasp in shock ,as you squeezed gently,before heading back to Thranduil who shook his head no,you didn't want to be executed anyways.

"that king has a better ass than you, I suggust some squats, as your personality nor looks are in favour f-""ENOUGH. Tell me who are you?" he had interrupted you rudely , Thorin now less red ,smirking,he was glad he didn't end up in boner city.  "uh mister lanky stick ,I am y/n ,like I already told you,now can I and my mister patrick swayze be brought to our cells, I don't want to have sex with a skeleton..I mean a elven king."

"TAKE THEM TO THE CELLS,stay here an rot for all I care,100 years is a mere blink for an elf." you smirked at the king,as you and Thorin were grabbed by guards ,being pulled away. "I feel bad for your son,he inherited your flat ass, the poor kid don't get any attention from his daddy." If you were still infront of Thranduil he would've slapped you.  However instead you gpt see his son look to the ground ,away from his fathers gaze ,before walking out of the throne room shortly after you and Thorin.

Soon as you are shoved in separate cells,the questions start from the caged dwarves. "what happened up there?!" Kili questioned loudly,"I may have cupped a kings ass."

"You touched Thranduil's behind?"

"no I almost did,but damn You should have seen his face when I told him Thorin's was better than his and that I fet sorry for his son gainning a flat ass from his father."

Silence was in the air ,for a few seconds before the company had figured out what you had meant wwhen you said about touching a king's behind.

"you touched Uncle's butt infront of Thranduil?"

"oh hey ,Bilbo." thus Bilbo lead you all to the barrels ,in which you sat in on by yourself ,it was the ride of your life, and no kili doesn't get shot,because Dwalin held you you up while pulled down on the lever, therefore no one was injured. All that happened really was you were completely soaking ,and you stayed that way until you arrived at Bard's house,thank jesus you didn't have to go through the toliet.

Bard's daughters had handed you a blanket which you had wrapped around your shoulders ,in hope to warm up. However you could not help but see Thorin ,who refused a blanket politely. His beautiful long locks dripping ,his clothes sticking to his skin,darn he must be freezing ,dwarves and their stubborn asses. He really must be cold ,due to the scribe of this tale, experiences with wet long hair ,it takes ages to dry and keeps you freezing.

So you had decided without really thinking ,to walk towards Thorin who just stood waiting ,whilst everyone else was settling down,removing the blanket from your shoulders ,placing it upon his. Now you just stood next to him ,unsure what to do know ,blushing slightly feeling his eyes on you,gasp when he gets closer ,drapping the blanket back onto you ,but keeping it on his ,pulling you close by wrapping his arm around you ,as to keep you warm too.You had wrapped your arm around his waisr ,you could already feel him warming up against you ,you could smell him aswell ,and feel his hair against your neck.

However you did not look up to see the company's stares at their king,if anything they were worried about his behaviour,yet they wondered if it was true,was you his his one? But Thorin saw it ,yet no one dared to speak upon it , as he was their king ,yet his nephews ,oh they wanted to tease their uncle until the end of the one ring. They had smirked at their uncle,kili raising his eyebrows at Thorin ,who sent a deathly glare to his nephews.

He had broken the silence shortly after that,"where are the weapons?" and of course after that he was like they are shit ,okay lets go rob a bank ,thus the next time you were so close to Thorin was after your second boat ride in the last 36 hours.

Kili,Fili,OIn and Bofur were all left behind ,to catch up when Kili had recovered. THerefore the rest of you were all now to hike to Erebor ,god it was so tiring you felt as if your feet were on fire. You had groan in displeasure before muttering "I swear dwarves must have some hella leg muscle ,yet  I don't, I cant walk." Bilbo had scoffed next to you 'your legs are 10 times as long ,you got it easy'

"I hear humans ,cannot walk after 10 minutes with a dwarf,do you want to take a short break?" Thorin had a smirk inlaced with his voice ,as DWalin laughed loudly as if he was drax laughing at peter ,he was cocky when he wasn't trying to set an example for his nephews."no I want to be  carried Thor." you had spoken with annoyance ,not watching where you was going ,tripping falling harshly on the sharp rocks ,most deinitely cutting your knees open,you had let another groan. "god damn it korg." you had muttered yet again. Thorin had made it over to you ,pulling you to your feet , before turning away ,and kneeling infront of you.

"come on get on,we don't have time to delay" and with that Thorin oakenshield agve you a piggyback ride. "Thor son of Odin ,a God carrying me? No one would believe this."Thorin didn't understand who the fuck that was obviously,you had explained to him what a god was ,the same as the what they call malah ,or near the same.

Anyways he carried you all the way to Erebor ,with ease as well,he was indeed strong,and that was a long journey ,you even offered to walk but nope he would not take it. And after all the dragon stuff ,it was clear to you that he was suffering from dragon sickness ,he made everyone search for the arkenstone except you and Bilbo. You'll never guess what he requested you to do... Well he was on his throne and he was like "y/n ,come here" okay in which you did. "sit on my lap" nope and you walked away ,damn we he so forward now,you missed the shy Thorin.

It got worse and worse and soon enough Thranduil's army had arrived ,aswell as laketown ready to fight to claim what was theirs. Thorin was being a little bitch ,when practially he was a billionare,stopped sitting on bilbo , he isnt Dildo Gaggins ,not a huge stick up your butt.  Frankly you had enough.

"Thor ,if you dont snap out of it , I am going to show all these elves my breasts,you wouldn't allow a young woman to do such a think would you?" okay so blackmail is the only thing you could think of ,Thorin basically ignored you. "OI YOU FLAT ASS KING!" you  had gained the kings attention ,as Thranduil looked up at you ,as did Thorin as you began to lift your shirt up,revealing your belly button then high and high. UNtil two arms gripped your middle lifting you out of view. "No,I will not allow an elven king see my ones breasts,nor an one else" he had growled ,you had lifted your hands up in surrender ,well you tried.

He just told you he was your one and you was like ''okay bro,you do you. " ,well you didn't believe it ,you just thought it was the dragon sickness,you were the only female around ..  

Then of course he tried to throw Bilbo over, which that didn;t happen he escaped ,little rat,he is cute boy though, he did what was right. In which it got worse everyone fighting and such ,Thorin had went back to this throne ,so you had followed him with a better plan than before. As you got close to Thorin ,who watched your every move.

"I've been waiting for so long Now I've finally found someone to stand by me We saw the writing on the wall And we felt this magical fantasy Now with passion in our eyes There's no way we could disguise it secretly So we take each others hand 'Cause we seem to understand the urgency

Just remember You're the one thing I can't get enough of So I'll tell you something This could be love

Because I've had the time of my life No, I never felt this way before Yes I swear it's the truth And I owe it all to you."

you had spoke for Thorin to hear as you close with each step,yeah you just quoted song lyrics ,most famously know from dirty dancing ,but yeaah. THorin had stood up to meet you ,and once you had you had cupped his cheeks ,pressing a quick kiss to his lips,before cheekly pinching his butt making him gasp.

"Thorin it isn't right, we must help them ,please." as you said his actual name he knew he had to ,his bestfriend he had abandon trying to kill, maybe a little more than friend,could be dead.  He had sent you a smile before grabbbing your hand throwing his crown off. "wait you need a shirt like you gave bilbo ,I have feeling you will need it..thor son of odin."

And lucky you did say that and say hold on dude this sounds fishy ,why azog look like a shark off that will smith fish movie,fish tale? Oh its trap kili ,fili come here. THus you saved the Durins lives.

"hey if you are thor that makes your younger brother Loki ,wait he's dead sorry, uh your sister dis ,Loki and Fili and Kili Hela because her dad is LOki-not saying your sister is a man -well she looks like it-oh um sorry ,very handsome though."

[chilling-seavey]

Amoureux (c.s./d.s.) - Christian’s Epilogue

A/N Long overdue, here is Amoureux’s second epilogue focusing around Christian’s future after the novel ended! Thanks to @why-dont-we-not​ for helping me out a lil and getting my butt in gear to actually get this done LOL

Christian stood in the doorway of Louisa’s bedroom, staring silently into the empty room, the bed unslept in, the candle burnt out, and the wedding dress gone along with her. His runaway bride. The anger he had felt in the past weeks had diminished and he was just so tired, hiding his face in his hands and turned away from the room as the heartbreak took over. Mary watched him silently, her face fallen in pity as she watched him swallow back his tears. Christian leaned against the doorframe for a moment and took a deep breath to regain his composure before running both hands through his hair and meeting the lady in waiting’s gaze.

“Do you know where she went?”

“I do not know. She did not tell me anything. I had no idea.” Mary replied softly.

“Fuck.” Christian sighed, turning back to the room with his hands on his hips as if they had to analyze the emptiness of it. They were the only two who knew about Louisa’s disappearance at that moment, Mary making sure to lead him upstairs privately to show him the open window in his fiancé’s bedroom. She waited patiently for further instruction from the groom on his second wedding day in a week. Christian sighed, rubbing a hand over his jaw tiredly before speaking ever so quietly, almost to himself with realization that he didn’t want to admit,

“She went to find Daniel.”

The calmness that radiated off of the future King and the abandoned groom was almost worse than the possible anger and it turned every head in the palace as he passed on his way downstairs and right out the front doors, still dressed in his suit. No one bothered to question him as his stone-cold straight-lined expression said enough. Christian rushed down the hill to the stables and let himself inside, much to the surprise of the stable hands who watched with wide eyes as the groom helped himself silently to his horse and led him out to the courtyard. He fastened the reins and tied on a leather saddle before hoisting a leg over and took off for the coast, alone.

The Southampton harbour was bustling with people when he arrived nearly an hour later, his once styled hair falling over his forehead with sweat as he had raced to beat the clock, his suit jacket splattered with mud. People bowed as he passed, their expressions flat and Christian frowned at the solemn nature of the crowd as he navigated his way through the harbour on horseback. He easily spotted the royal carriage in front of one of the empty docks and he trotted over quickly. The two guards were talking quietly, surrounded by Daniel’s packed trunks and bags, and when he approached they looked up at him with nothing but fear in their eyes.

“Where is she?” Christian asked flatly, twisting the reins around his hands.

“Your Royal Highness.” the guards bowed to him before glancing at each other again. “Princess Louisa…uhm…she…”

“Spit it out.” Christian snapped, although more sadness than anger was apparent in his voice.

“She and your brother jumped ship.”

Christian swallowed thickly, “To Spain?”

“No. They took off down the harbour and caught a ship at the end. We are unaware where they are headed. We can find out if you would like someone to go after her-”

“No.” Christian silenced them quickly, he looked down the harbour to where they had supposedly disappeared, the girl he once loved, never to truly be his, “Let them go.”

~~

Christian was assigned a new bride by the new year. The Princess of Denmark; a slight stout young woman with long dark hair and a broad nose, always caked in makeup and wearing the tightest of corsets until her bosom nearly popped out of her dresses. She knew her place in society well, or at least it came off as such, and the King of England was sure she would be a loyal future queen. She wasn’t Louisa though; and Christian would never say that out loud.

So he was set for life with this woman whose voice sounded like crows squawking and her laugh was like knives on marble. Christian found himself missing Louisa more and more every minute that passed, hoping she was at least happy but still sick with anger that his brother, yet again, got what he wanted.

The Royal Family never spoke about Daniel; it was as if they lost another son just like they had their first. The disappointment to their country and to their family. Might as well have been dead as it would have saved them a hell ton of trouble. Once Louisa abandoned the wedding plans, England was to take over the French throne since their side of the deal was not held up. Still in love with her, Christian convinced his father to spare Louisa’s family and turn their focus to other things, leaving France intact and England without a future queen.

That was, of course, until Ethel came in from Denmark and was determined to be the queen they never had, with her near perfect old-fashioned manners but still demanding and clingy personality. It was as if she couldn’t function as a human being without a man with her. Christian tried so hard to be polite, to convince himself to love her like a wife, but he just felt empty with her around, like he was literally missing a part of his heart. He always assumed it was Louisa who his heart was always yearning for; how she picked up and left without even a goodbye, his one true love that with whom he never got his happy ending.

His new wedding was planned to occur early in the year, sort of as a way to get it over with before he might have a second runaway fiancé. The King didn’t want to take any chances. But Christian kept putting it off and putting it off with excuse after excuse as to why they should wait; longer to get to know each other, he wasn’t feeling well one week, he wanted to go see a one-night-only play in the city that exact day, anything to just wait a little longer. Wait for what? Christian himself didn’t even know. Wait for feelings to arise? Wait for Ethel to leave? Wait for a sign that he didn’t have to be with a shrieking witch the rest of his life?

Well that sign certainly came that summer as he was rushing to head down to the stables for an afternoon ride, his riding boots clicking loudly over the marble floors of the palace as he descended the stairs and made a beeline for the doors. His cufflinks were proving to be a bit of a hassle as he tugged on them to get them to sit right as the doormen opened the double doors for him and he rushed outside. He knew the path to the stables like the back of his hand, not having to even watch where he was going as he cut through the gardens, grumbling under his breath at the pieces of silver that had yet to clasp. Before he knew it, he was tripping right over onto the grass, falling flat on his face with a loud thud.

“Oh my goodness! Your Royal Highness! I am so dreadfully sorry!”

Christian picked himself up quickly, cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment as he brushed himself off and turned to see what he tripped over, a wicker basket of transplanted flowers now knocked over at his feet. He looked up into the light blue eyes of the young woman in front of him, her face filled with concern and smudged with spots of soil, light brown hair a whispy mess on her head showing how long she had been out working in the gardens.

“Are you alright?” she asked quickly.

“Yes.” Christian cleared his throat nervously, eyeing her plain work dress that was marked up in soil and grass stains and she crouched down to gather her spilled basket. “Let me help you.”

“Oh, no, that is not necessary.” she assured him quickly but he still bend down with her to gather some of the flowers.

“I should have been cautious of where I was walking.” Christian said.

“Oh no, my fault for leaving my things in your path.” she replied quickly, not wanting him to feel the blame in the slightest. The Royals could do no wrong. “So sorry.”

With the flowers back in the basket, they both stood up again and Christian eyed the gentle woman in front of him as if he couldn’t take his eyes off of her, “Are you new here?”

The question seemed to startle her, “Oh, no, Your Royal Highness. I have been working here for two years now, tending to the gardens and the grounds.”

“Usually a mans work.” Christian stated. Not rudely, just an obvious observation.

“Yes, well, I enjoy nature.” she smiled widely at him.

“Well thank you…” he faded out to let her introduce herself.

“Cora.” the gardener said, tucking the basket over her arm.

“Cora.” Christian repeated gently with a small nod, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “For keeping our gardens looking marvelous.”

“My pleasure.” she grinned.

“Darling!”

The shrill voice from the palace sent Christian’s skin crawling and his wide eyes looked back to Cora, “I was never here.”

She could barely laugh through her nod of agreement before he was rushing off to the stables, tossing her a smile over his shoulder.

Christian found himself drawn to the gardens more than before, just to sit on the grass and read his poetry as she worked, sharing small smiles with the pretty gardener in passing. Harmless, right? Harmless that he spent as much time as he could away from his new fiancé and with the help instead. Ethel hardly noticed honestly. She was much more focussed on the lifestyle, spending time with all the lavish activities that came with the title of ‘future queen’ to even be bothered to get to know Christian anymore. It was a vicious cycle of Christian wanting to put off the date and Ethel not caring enough about him to ask why he seemed to be avoiding marrying her.

As the days went by, Christian and Cora started talking more in the gardens and he found that she enjoyed listening to him read her poetry as she worked, giving them lots of time to discuss the pieces as the hours passed. It seemed to always end with Christian losing track of time and having to rush in for dinner with only minutes to spare. Cora wasn’t much to offer; born into a poor family of working class. She was thin and pale despite working outside most of the time and no where close to Ethel’s thicker stature that came from well fed royalty, but she was pretty and Christian wasn’t dumb enough to ignore that obvious fact.  

Cora lived in the bottom of the palace with the rest of the staff in dark rooms and cold stone walls. She would never complain though, being treated quite well by the Royal Family compared to other families around the country, and especially not when she had the future King of England coming to find her in the servants quarters late one night. The stares from her work friends (acquaintances?) were near comical as they gaped at her being led off by the Prince’s arm and back into the main palace.

Christian took her to the library – a room she was never permitted in since she spent most of her time outside – to show her his own private collection of literature. They found themselves losing track of time again, sitting together on the wood floors with a single candle between them and books stacked around them. Christian offered out a book to Cora who politely declined.

“You have my permission to read, Cora.” Christian chuckled. “You are not working currently.”

“Yes, well, you see,” Cora mumbled, tucking her hair behind her ear before smoothing her hand over her grey skirt, “I cannot read, Your Royal Highness.”

The silence that fell made her blush furiously.

“You cannot read?” Christian frowned with curiosity, “But you talk so formally about the poems I read to you in the garden…enough that you must have studied at some time?”

“No. I just feel the words like I’ve known them my whole life. They make sense to me; when you read them to me.” she smiled bashfully.

Christian looked down at the book in his hand, dragging his fingers gently over the words on the page before looking back up to her in the candlelight, “May I teach you?”

With a gentle nod from the young woman, he shuffled closer to her, sliding the candle carefully over the floors as well and slipped the book into her hands. He set his hand on the floor behind her to lean in close in the dark room, guiding her through letter by letter as the candle burned itself down bit by bit. They were quiet, sharing whispers and soft laughter through the gold trimmed library as midnight passed and the night went on. Until they turned to each other at the same time, noses brushing in their close proximity and their smiles both faltered with realization of how close they were truly sat.

“Your Royal Highness…” Cora breathed hesitantly.

“Christian.” he corrected softly.

“Christian…” Cora spoke slowly, knowing better than to call any member of the Royal Family anything but their title. But she couldn’t help it when he was staring at her like that; like she had the answers to all the questions in the world.

Christian couldn’t hold it in any longer, raising his opposite hand to her cheek and pulled her in for a gentle kiss. Her soft gasp was the only sound in the room as their lips met, locking perfectly like it was how they were supposed to be as cliché as it sounded, and Christian slid his hand into the back of her hair to pull her any closer. They stayed there for a moment, sharing slow and lingering kisses before they pulled back at the same time, lips with that same blissful pout as their brains worked to keep up with their hearts.

The irony was unbelievable: Christian falling for someone he couldn’t have while going against the wishes of his family and his fiancé. It was a cruel joke by God, he was sure of it. He was just like Louisa, giving him a better understanding of what she was going through during her time at Kensington Palace with that thrill of true love but that sickening constant feeling of guilt. Every time Ethel was around him, Christian felt like he was in purgatory; caught between a rock and a hard place. But his safety was in Cora, reading to her in the gardens during the day and teaching her to read in the library by night, finishing early to get a few secretive kisses in before they parted ways. It was the type of love he thought he had with Louisa but he didn’t realize it wasn’t until he was with Cora.

Ethel was starting to get suspicious as to why Christian kept pushing back the date as he initial excitement of becoming British Royalty started to wear off and now, she wanted a wedding ring to prove it and lock it in. Lock him in. She started getting clingier so Christian couldn’t get time away to be with Cora during the day but he made it up to her at night. She was worth losing sleep over.

Worth losing sleep over as she was tucked up in his down filled bed sheets with him, the two of them silently staring at each other, breaths in steady time and cheeks flushed in matching pink. Christian traced the curves of her jaw and her neck and over her bare shoulders as they laid in silence, wondering how he ended up like that…in the best way. He shifted his arm around her and she cuddled up against his chest as he pressed a kiss to her head through the silent night. You never sleep better than when it’s next to the one you love.

The morning only brought a rehashing of the night, between shared gentle kisses and soft touches and bashful giggles and shy moans against warm skin and supple lips. They had yet to get through to the reality of their situation, still riding the high of that thrill of the sneaky ‘honeymoon phase’. But that only lasted so long until there was a knock at the door. The fearful look on Cora’s face was engraved into Christian’s mind when he looked back on that memory in the years that followed but in the moment it was a brief glance before the door was thrown open and Ethel was barging in, singing out about wanting some extra time with her darling.

It only took all of six seconds for Ethel to process that the gardener was in her fiancé’s bed and she threw an absolute fit, shouting obscenities at the poor girl, throwing herself over Christian and his messy bed to grab her by the hair and drag her out of bed. It was a panic that morning and a complete haze of screams and pleads and tears from all parties and soon Christian found himself sitting in his father’s office, slouched back in the chair, numb, staring at the floor with his fist pressed to his mouth as if thinking how did I end up here?

“I do not know what to say to you right now, my son.” the King spoke lowly, sitting opposite him at the large desk.

Christian closed his eyes tightly as his father spoke to him about where to go from there, how wrong it was to be at all involved with the help and how heartbroken Ethel was. In moments like that, Christian could only think of Daniel. He knew better than anyone at that moment that you couldn’t force love; it just happened, and Christian felt sick with guilt over pushing his brother away. More than just pushing him away; banishing him. His own brother.

“Are you listening to me?”

Christian’s eyes rose from the floor to his father’s serious expression and he nodded weakly.

“She will be dismissed this afternoon.”

“No.” Christian said quickly, sitting up in the chair as if suddenly intrigued in the conversation.

“Christian, you are no better than…” his father couldn’t even say his name. “You are acting incredibly immature. After one failed engagement I only hoped you would take this one more seriously.”

“Ethel is atrocious, Father. Truly.” Christian protested. “I loathe the sight of her.”

“Oh my word, Christian John, you sound like your brother.” the King scoffed tiredly with a roll of his eyes.

“I cannot look at her without wanting to rid my supper from my stomach and her voice makes my ears bleed.” Christian said seriously, looking right into his father’s eyes.

“That is enough.” the King scolded loudly. “You will not speak about your fiancé like this. You are incredibly rude.”

“I want to choose my wife.”

“Christian, that is not-”

“I want to choose my wife myself. Not who you pick or who mother picks or whomever. I want to pick my wife. And I want to marry Cora.”

“The gardener?”

“The woman. I love her.”

“Do not be ridiculous.”

“I love her and I am going to marry her and she is going to rule England with me when the time arises.”

“You cannot marry a commoner, Christian. Society does not work like that.”

“It can. And it will. I will either marry Cora with your blessing or I will abdicate the throne.”

His threat left his father in stunned silence for a few long seconds, his shocked and angered blue eyes staring down his nose at his son. Without Christian staying as heir, they would have no family left to take up the throne since Daniel was long gone. Anna was not an option. The British throne would be passed over to some other family. The King cleared his throat and looked to the tabletop, tapping his fingers on the surface anxiously.

“Your…suggestion arises questions about your brother.”

“Daniel doesn’t want to be King. There’s no doubt in my mind that if he comes back he will abdicate as well.”

The King sighed heavily.

“Father, I want to be King. I will be a great King at that. But I do not want to be forced to rule beside a woman I cannot stand.”

The father and son stared at each other silently.

“You are aware that you are no better than your brother in this situation.”

Christian bowed his head to his lap at the obvious.

“Finding yourself in the same situation as he, the same situation you threatened his life over and thus got him exiled?”

“I am aware.” Christian spoke softly.

“I do very  much want you to take my place as King some day, Christian. But, for now, you need to spend today thinking about your actions.” the King said sternly. “I want you in your room until supper and by then I expect that you have spoken to God about your hypocrisy. You must take it up with Him and find guidance, son. As you do, I will contemplate your…negotiation terms.”

So Christian was then back in his room, bed stripped by the maids, and he was sat at his desk by the window overlooking the grounds. Cora wasn’t in the garden. Just like his brother months before, Christian was locked in his room to think about what he had done. Pathetic.

He prayed for a bit at first but felt generally hopeless turning to God about something so…sinful. So Christian resorted to a quill and parchment instead. He found himself writing each letter carefully and slowly, spelling out the name he once cursed to heaven at night;

Daniel,

I’m sorry…

[bougredane]

You are cordially invited to a party at Junot’s mother-in-law’s house.

From a turn-of-the-century bio on Junot, when you could scrap together some dubious memoires, some invented dialogue, some categorically unkind descriptions, cite not a single source, and call it a day.

A bit of background - Junot’s just married our old untrustworthy friend Laure and is about to ask her mother if he can invite some mates over. And he’s got some quality friends. 👌

...

Le lendemain, Junot arrive chez sa belle-mère : « Je voudrais recevoir mes amis ici, ce soir. » Une fois de plus, la descendante des Commène a un haut-le-corps : « Ce n’est pas dans les bonnes manières … C’est le fait d’un garçon menuisier fêtant le lendemain de noce à la Courtille », et à part soi elle pense : « Mon gendre ne manque ni d’esprit, ni de vaillance, mais ce ne sera jamais qu’un colonel de hussards. »

Junot tient à son idée : des amis, voyons !

- D’abord, viendront-ils chez moi qu’ils ne connaissent pas ?

- Sans aucun doute.

En effet, les amis, qui n’étaient point fâchés de voir l’épouse du camarade, ne firent point de façon et successivement Mme Permon vit arriver : un grand garçon, svelte, élégant, point beau mais de figure expressive, avec un catogan et des cheveux coupés en vergettes, bien poudrés et pommadés : Lannes ; un homme tout rond avec des gros yeux à fleur de tête, une physionomie molle et floue : Duroc ; un gaillard méridional, de belles dents, un plus belle accent, louchant un peu en portant sur le col une queue de cheveux longue et mince : général Bessières ! Suivaient Eugène de Beauharnais, joli, plaisant s’il n’eût été déparé par d’affreuses dents, ainsi que sa mère Joséphine ; Rapp, lourd, d’écorce rude et point travaillée, visiblement l’antipode d’un mondain ; Berthier, petit, mal bâti, des cheveux crépus et de couleur indécise, de vilaines mains aux ongles rongés, et bredouillant par surcroît ; enfin, un curieux magot, un Bacchus monté sur de petites jambes, admirablement chauve sauf quatre ou cinq cheveux naguère célèbres dans l’armée d’Egypte et dont chacun avait nom : l’Invincible, le Redoutable, de Courageux : l’aimable, le spirituelle Lavallette. 

De son côté, Mme Permon avait convié un vieil ami, M. de Caulaincourt, ancien officer général, et ne se doutait pas, la respectable dame, à quelles épreuves son invité allait être soumis.

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The next day, Junot arrives at his mother in law’s house : « I would like to receive my friends here, this evening. » Once again, the descendant of the Byzantine Emperors has a start : « It’s not good manners… it’s the act of a blue-collar boy celebrating the day after the wedding at la Courtille » and to herself she thinks : « My son in law lacks neither wit nor valour, but he’ll never be anything but a hussard colonel. »

Junot sticks to his guns : C’mon, my friends !

- First of all, will they come to my house - that of a woman they don’t know ?

- Oh, without a doubt.

Indeed, the friends, who were not at all put out by the prospect of seeing the wife of a comrade, did not object and Mrs. Permon saw them arrive in succession : a big kid, thin, elegant, not handsome but with an expressive face, with a ponytail and hair cut in vergettes, well powdered and pomaded : Lannes ; a round man with big, bulging eyes and a soft, undefined face : Duroc ; a strapping young southerner, with pretty teeth and a prettier accent, a little cross-eyed and wearing down his neck a long, thin queue : General Bessières ! Followed by Eugène de Beauharnais nice-looking but for his terrible teeth, like those of his mother Joséphine ; Rapp, heavy, with a tough, unpolished figure, visibly the polar opposite of a socialite ; Berthier, short, poorly-built, with frizzy hair of an indistinct colour, and nasty-looking hands, the nails all bitten down, mumbling and stammering as he spoke ; and finally a curious ape, a Bacchus set upon little legs, admirably bald but for four or five hairs so recently celebrated in the Army of Egypt and of which each had a name : The Invincible, The Formidable, The Courageous : the amiable and witty Lavallette. 

For her part, Mrs. Permon had invited an old friend, Mr. de Caulaincourt, who had been Officer General, and she didn’t doubt - respectable lady that she was - of the trials to which her guest would be subjected.

(She’s definitely right … the poor guy tries talking to Rapp and is almost instantly scared off, then he ends up sitting next to Lannes at dinner and thinks it’s going to go better. It does not.)

From Junot dit « La tempête » by Jean Lucas-Dubreton. Don’t want to shit on the author too much though - for Junot especially, I’ve often felt one might get a better measure of the man in reading Orlando Furioso than some of the more recent academic work done on him. Imho, it’s worth a read if you can find a copy - you could definitely do worse.

[strangerthingsharrington]

Can’t Fight This Feeling

-8-

It was another sleepless night. Dreams about gunmen and traps and boxes.

I knew I was in for another long day, but I was wide awake at quarter after six. I got up, got washed and changed into some black running shorts, a pink sports bra, and a loose blue tank top. I figured if I was going to be up, might as well be a bit productive.

I slid my socks and white running shoes on and left the house, locking it behind with a spare key we left outside.

I did my run and waved at some of the neighbours that were outside already grabbing their paper, blissfully unaware of what me and three other teenagers managed to discover.

My little boring town of Hawkins might not have been as boring as I used to think.

But the four of us were going to try and get in there tonight. We were going to uncover the secrets that they were hiding, once we had proof, we would go to Chief Hopper and let him take it from there.

I didn't know what this would all mean moving forward. Were we all going to get out of this alive?

If Dustin ever got put in a position of being in danger, I would do anything, absolutely anything in my power to keep him safe. I always felt an enormous responsibility to make sure he was kept out of harms way. If he came to me with an issue, I would try and help him resolve it. I would be willing to sacrifice anything to keep him safe.

I've always felt a sense of guilt when it came to Dustin, that started the moment we found out about his condition. Then when dad left...I tried to step up in whatever way I could when it came to him. And I thought it was going okay until Dustin started going to Steve for advice and help within the last six months or so.

But...it was like I told Dustin, I guess sometimes you need an older brother type of friend to help out once you get older.

I couldn't even lie...I actually liked this Steve. The one that was just being an overall nice guy.

It was weird spending this time with him. But I knew if I ever got the chance to speak up about what went on in high school I would tell him in the right context.

"Lou?"

I stopped running and looked to my left to a large driveway which led to a large house. The Harrington house. And Steve was standing in the middle of the driveway.

I raised my hand in a wave as I tried to catch my breath.

"Hey," I called over to him before I took a deep breath.

He walked over to me in his Scoops uniform as usual, and his little sailor hat held tightly in his hand.

"Aren't you a little early for work?" I asked him, as I tightened my ponytail. I couldn't have been running more than half an hour.

He looked down at the ground, "Yeah...no it's only just after seven...I was just gonna...drive around till it was time to get you and Dustin."

I furrowed my brow and titled my head slightly, "Oh. You don't like hanging around at home till it's time to go?" I asked, looking over to his house quickly before looking back to him.

He shuffled his feet before he looked back at me with flushed cheeks and sad eyes. I was taken aback for a moment. This was a totally different look to Steve, either old or new Steve.

"No...um, if I can avoid staying here for longer than needed, I will, to be honest," he shrugged.

I realized that maybe I didn't actually know anything about Steve Harrington.

I heard a door open and looked over to the front door of his house, where an intimidating man was leaving, wearing a black suit and carrying a leather briefcase.

Steve cleared his throat and sent a wave to him, "Morning, dad."

Mr. Harrington stopped at the door of his car and looked down the driveway to me and Steve.

"Shouldn't you be getting ready to serve some ice cream?" he asked his son.

I swear I could feel my heart breaking. Just the tone of his voice to his own son was just...wrong. It was snarky and mean. Not in a joking way just plain mean.

Steve forced out a chuckle, "Yeah, I'm on my way, I ran into my friend, Louise," he said motioning to me with his hat.

I smiled and raised my hand, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Harrington."

He looked to me before he opened his car door, "You heading to college this year?" he asked me in lieu of a greeting.

I looked quickly to Steve who was looking at his shoes before I looked back to his dad, "No, I'm actually heading into my senior year at Hawkins High," I explained awkwardly.

His dad nodded, "Take some advice, don't take any study tips from my son, clearly what he was doing didn't help him," he said, directing the last part right to Steve who still refused to look up.

I felt my face flush in embarrassment on behalf of Steve. His dad got into his car and pulled out of the driveway and drove off without a second glance to either of us.

I looked back to Steve and saw that he was now watching me intently. Maybe to see my reaction, to see if I would laugh or ask him anything.

"Steve..." I began, but didn't know what to say. Sorry that your dads an asshole? If he talks to him like that in front of a complete stranger, I could only imagine what is said behind closed doors.

I looked at him, hoping some of the emotions I was feeling were being shown on my face. Just so he would know that I wouldn't ever judge him or anything based on this interaction with his dad.

He grinned softly and nodded a couple times, "Did you want me to drive you home?" he asked.

"Sure," I answered quietly.

"Come on," he said, before waking over to his car, I went to the other side and got in once he unlocked it.

I slid easily into the car and shut the door quietly after me at the same time as Steve.

"Steve," I said quickly, "listen, we don't know each other that well, but if you ever need to talk..."

I looked over at him and saw the appreciation immediately written all over his face as he looked at me. His whole face just looked more relaxed in that moment than it did a minute earlier.

"Thanks, Louise," he said quietly with a shy smile on his face, he looked forward and buckled up and I followed suit before he backed up and started the drive to my house.

"Nervous for tonight?" I asked him after a couple minutes of comfortable silence.

He chuckled and nodded, "I'd be lying if I said no. You?"

"Very," I told him honestly, "but...we've come this far."

"In and out," he explained, "we're getting in, opening the boxes, seeing what's in them and getting the hell outta there."

I breathed out a laugh, "Agreed."

He pulled into the driveway next to my moms car and parked it.

"Thanks for the drive," I told him with a grin.

He smiled back to me, "No problem...I'll be back in a bit to get you guys...around eight?"

"What?" I scoffed with a laughing edge, "Where are you gonna go for forty five minutes?"

He breathed out a laugh and lifted his hand from his steering wheel in a nonchalant manner, "Around," he said lamely.

I smirked, "That's silly," I sighed, "just hang around the house until it's time to go."

"I dont wanna intrude," he began but I shut him down.

"Please," I said easily, "you're more than welcome, Steve. My mom doesn't care, and neither would Dustin, obviously."

"Do you?" he asked quietly, quickly.

"No," I said simply, "I'm the one that invited you, remember?" I told him before opening the door and getting out the car.

He shut off the ignition when I shut the car door and he got out too.

He followed me up to the door where I tried the door to see if mom was up and unlocked it, which she did so I walked in, leaving the door open behind me for Steve.

"Mom!" I called, "Look who I found on my run!"

I walked into the kitchen and saw her sitting at the table with her usual cup of coffee, she smiled at me as I walked in and I swear her smile grew when Steve walked in behind me.

"Steve," she said happily, "how nice to have you back!"

"Thanks, Mrs. Henderson," he said, he he sat at the table across from her, "I told Lou that I didnt wanna intrude."

She waved her hand at him, "Please, you could never intrude," she said warmly to him, "you're welcome anytime," she explained to him.

I could see the happiness in Steve's eyes when she said that. After this morning I had a new found sympathy for Steve. I didn't want to imagine what his dad was like inside the house. This added a new layer to him, of understand him a bit more in my opinion. Bullied kids at home sometimes bully kids at school kinda thing.

I went and grabbed a cup from the cabinet to pour myself some coffee, I opened my mouth to ask Steve if he wanted any but mom got to him first.

"Do you want a drink, Steve?" she asked him.

"Huh, maybe a coffee if there's enough," he said.

"Of course! LuLu, gets some coffee for our guest, won't you?" she asked.

I turned to look at the two of them at the table, he looked at me with a smile, I smiled back before rolling my eyes a bit and poking my moms shoulder, "I was just about to ask him."

She turned in her chair to look at me with a sly smirk, "Well I beat you to it so," she said jokingly.

I stuck my tongue out at her, "Real mature, Louise!" she told me, still smirking.

"Thank you," I sassed back with a smile before I turned back to grab a second cup which I filled with coffee too.

I picked both mugs up and brought them to the table, setting one in front of Steve and the other in front of where I was going to sit next to him.

Mom had the milk and sugar set on the table we were at so I grabbed the sugar and spooned some in before pouring a tiny bit of milk in it.

"How did you two meet up today?" mom asked.

I shrugged and looked to Steve quickly, "I was out running and just happened to run by Steve's house, and he offered to bring me back home."

Mom looked at Steve all doe eyed, "That's so nice of you Steve, thank you," she beamed, "I hope LuLu said thank you too?" she questioned looking to me.

"She did," Steve piped up, "she always does...you raised a...a great daughter, Mrs. Henderson."

My stomach felt tingly and I looked over again him, he was already looking at me with an unreadable expression. But his eyes had a tenderness to them. I smiled softly at him.

"I'm happy to hear that," mom approved.

"Hey...when did you get here?"

I broke eye contact with Steve to see my brother walk into the kitchen with his dumb Roast Beef shirt that I honestly didn't understand.

"Longer than you've been awake," I joked.

"At least it looks like I went to bed, looks like you've been up for three days straight," Dustin prattled back.

"Ha ha," I answered back monotone, before taking a final sip of my coffee.

"I'm going to shower," I said before I stood up and brought my cup to the sink, "have a good day at work," I said, kissing my mom on the cheek before I walked out of the kitchen.

I went to my room quickly, grabbed my new clothes and towel before going across the hall to the washroom.

The whole time I kept thinking about how bad I really felt for Steve. The sad crushed look he had on his face after talking to his dad made me really emotional. I couldn't imagine having a strained relationship like that with my mom.

I finished up and changed into my shorts and light blue loose tank top and white runners once again.

I tossed my other clothes in the hamper on the way out of the bathroom and went back to the kitchen.

"Listen, it's like I told you yesterday, you've gotta find your Suzie, man," Dustin was whisper yelling.

"Dustin, will you just relax for a minute? Eventually I'll find my Suzie or whatever, but we've got a few more pressing issues to deal with, for example, how do we get in that room?" Steve whisper yelled back to my brother.

So Steve was still on the hunt for his own 'Suzie,' maybe Dustin was lending him his dumb pick up lines that, apparently, were failing. But...why did my stomach suddenly drop.

I walked around the corner and into the kitchen, "Yeah, you two can find a girlfriend for Steve tomorrow," I said, trying to hide the tiny trace of sadness I felt through a small joke. What I wasnt expecting was the deer in headlights looks from both of them and Steve's beet red face.

"Oh my gosh, I was joking," I told them with a small smile, "calm down. Steve's right anyways, we've gotta figure out a way into that room. So come on," I told them, taking a step backwards, "let's bust into a storage room and find out what the Russian spies are hiding!" I declared.

Dustin smiled and nodded, getting up from his chair, "Let's do it."

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Title credit to REO Speedwagon and gif credit to owner

[witchcraft-in-wonderland]

Kiddo? (Pt.1)

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Patton woke up late, yes, Logan and Roman were the early birds of the mindscape. Roman made breakfast and Logan made sure everyone else was on schedule.

Hence the knocking on the door.

"Patton, it's time to wake up," Logan's voice sounded from the crack under the door. Patton stepped onto the floor, snapping his fingers to switch from his favorite cat onesie to his usual attire, albeit with the addition of a khaki skirt rather than pants. After all, they didnt have a video to do any time soon, he and Logan were happy to have an excuse to wear there favorite skirts.

"Mornin' Logie, I'm gonna go wake up Virgil then," Patton said with a yawn. Logan nodded and walked off, leaving Patton in the hall. Patton stretched his arms out before heading down the hall to the ornate black and purple door that marked Virgil's room.

"Oh, good morning Janus! Is he already up?" Patton said, nodding his head at the taller man.

"Oh, no, I was just going to wake him up, you seemed like you needed rest," Janus said, smiling.

"Oh! Well if you'd rather wake him up that's alright, does Remus need any nudging or-" he was cut off by the sound of a scream from the living room. Janus' smile turned into a sort of mild smirk.

"Well, that answers that," Patton said, smiling as he opened the door to Virgil's room.

"Hey kiddo, it's almost three PM, time to get up," Patton said, slightly nudging the lump of angst curled up at the center of the bed.

"Noooooooooo," Virgil groaned, curling in further.

Patton looked over at Janus, who stood in the room beside him, used two hands to pull off the covers, and two more to drag Virgil out of the bed, much to the smaller sides annoyance.

"Hey just because I'm short doesnt mean you get to treat me like this!" Virgil grumbled as Janus set him down.

"Well, as the tallest, I'd say it does," there was a glint of amusement in Janus' eyes.

Breakfast proceeded as usual, Remus made something visually disturbing out of grits, Patton laughed it off, smiling as Logan critiqued the anatomical accuracy. Roman sighing and rolling his eyes as he ate.

Patton was glad that they'd all finally started getting along, he could learn so much more about Janus and Remus now, and they certainly had a lot to share.

"Patton? Theres something we need you to check out, theres been a disruption in the imagination, Roman and Remus cant seem to reach it, its blue," Logan said. Patton paused in his conversation with Janus, his hand resting in the mess that was Virgil's hair as he'd been trying to fix it.

"O-oh, alright, I'll- check it out after breakfast," Patton said, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from shaking.

"Pat dont worry, you're not going in there alone," said Roman, Remus merely nodded and went back to fixing his grit sculpture. Patton just nodded and continued stuffing his face.

It's not that he didnt like the imagination, but it didnt seem to like him. Most of the times he'd been in there it tried to kick him out, violently. He sometimes worried it was a remnant of King Creativity, though the split had been a mass agreement; and even Roman and Remus agreed it was best after the situation had been explained to them, Patton had always been the one to talk down the King, the one to keep his ideas from hurting the others or Thomas. It had been Janus'idea to split between light and dark sides after Remus' creation, thought perhaps if they remained separated there was less risk of one taking over the other. Though now they all realized how much of a mistake it had been.

Now here he was, walking along side Roman and Remus, one with sword, one with shield on either side of him, towards an ominous glowing thing in the middle of the woods.

"Alright, here it is," Roman said, shield raised.

Patton watched the thing for a bit, stepping slightly closer.

And then it went dark, Patton was spinning, he heard Roman and Remus yelling, and then he heard crying.

"Come on kiddo you dont need to cry! You're a light side! You're better than them! So much better!" That was Patton's voice, but Patton wasnt talking. He turned in the direction of the sound. In front of him was. . . Himself, but without a skirt, his eyes were cold, as if he'd never felt an emotion a day in his life. His arm was wrapped around a boy that look like Virgil, but somehow smaller, he was curled in on himself. . . And there were bruises on his face.

"HEY- THATS MY SON!." Patton tried to reach out from the space he was trapped in, tried to reach for Virgil, hold him, comfort him. But instead he merely fell onto the floor.

The other Patton stopped, standing up and holding a hand out.

"Well, you're new, welcome to the light sides, the best part of the mindscape. . ." He raised an eyebrow at Patton.

Patton stood up, the other version of him looked startled, Virgil shrunk further into the couch, eyes wide, fearful.

"Kiddo? Go to your room," said the other Patton, narrowing his eyes.

"But who is-" Virgil scurried off at the sight of the man's clenched fist.

"Much better, much more obedient than those dark side scum," the other Patton grinned maniacally.

Patton froze, "You cant just treat them like that! They're our friends!" He said, voice quavering.

"So you're the naive me then? So trusting, so. . . Stupid," the dead-eyed man said, his voice dripped with sarcastic sweetness.

"So you're the cruel unfeeling me who thinks that your friends are pathetic," Patton snapped. He felt something on his face, it hurt.

"Did you just-"

"Oh come on kiddo, you deserved it talking out of turn like that!" The man said. He grabbed Patton by the arm and dragged him off. Patton made eye contact with men that looked like Roman and Logan, but werent, they were scared, terrified even.

"You'll be staying here until you learn, and you wont be using my name, or wearing skirts, or doing anything involving morality, now if you'll excuse me, your father has important things to deal with, be good kiddo," Patton tried to run out before the door shut.

It seemed like weeks before he got out. His clothes were different, he couldnt even recognize himself in the mirror. The other Patton called him Joy and made him dress in light pinks. He talked down to Thomas, to, like he was stupid, like he couldnt think for himself.

Every kiddo out of his mouth felt like a cruel mockery. He wasnt allowed to leave his room, he had to watch his friends be subjected to this- other Patton. But something in Patton felt. . . Wrong. Some of the things this man said, he remembered saying them, the constant referring to the other sides as children , the discomfort with the dark sides. It was like looking at himself, before he changed. Or at least, before he thought he'd changed.

It was like heaven when he went back to the place he called home. He remembered it so clearly, a flash of blue light in his cell, and the screaming, the others were calling for him, calling for Joy, while the other Patton yelled at them, and then he was in the imagination, and the light was gone.

Roman was crying, Logan was bringing Virgil down from what seemed like a severe panic attack. Janus was looking over Patton, worry apparent in his face.

"I'm gonna go to my room ok k-" the word died in his throat, it felt wrong, it didnt matter that hed asked time and time again whether they were ok with it, it didnt feel right. So he stopped, he left the room without another word. He changed into his cat onesie, and he curled up on his bed. With no intention of moving again.

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[sodasyrup]

I love,,,,, domestic lava au... You should do more of it. I'd love to know more about reka and monty too!

BWAAA...

Okay as I said it’s an au with kittie (6kuro) so I’m gonna grab the things it said and I said lmao

warning its a LONG disjointed post bc im too tired to make. a good post fdhghdf

lovelypeaches08/28/2019cole and kai would settle down real late like....in their late thirties because they want to keep their children as safe as possible, being elemental masters and having enemies and all

at first wu wants them to fight longer and shit but hes OLD so who cares and theres probably conflict on thatbut kai and cole are old enough to realized they dont have to be controlled

so they get married, symbolically if anything, because they've been dating for probably a little over a decade now and known each other even longer, AND been living together for the same amount of time

theyre the first of the ninja to settle down, and they buy a small house in a village thats maybe an hour away from ninjago city

the tininess of the house is made up for by the largeness of the yard, where cole likes to garden, especially fruits and vegetables

cole works as a stay at home free lance artist, doing stuff like commissions, book covers, comics, etc for moneykai does something that puts his charisma to use, probably something in business that lets him advertise and talk a lot..he could never settle down for a stay at home job or anything, even with all his thrilling ninja stories

they have enough money from donations and awards to thrive off these jobs, and ninjago probably pays them kind of like retirement

cole cooks for kai so he always has a meal ready when hes home, so then kai cooks on the weekend

anyways, they have two kids, about 3 years aparti haven't figured them much out yet, but kai and cole cook and bake with themcoles parenting style is very protective and rather spoils them, while kai lets them do whatever as long as its not immediately dangerousthey balance each other out well, so their kids grow up loved and well rounded

lovelypeaches08/28/2019coles always buying them sweets and treats and Kai pretends to be annoyed but thinks its really cute

the kids go to a small school on the outskirts of ninjago city, and get asked about their parents a LOT. they kind of like the attention but it gets irritating

moving on to the other ninja who also start to settle down,jay doesnt really want kids, so he passes on his powers with ~science~ or something, but only when hes a lot olderhe does engineering at borg industries or something, and he messes around a lot but gets away with it bc hes the blue ninjahes like kai and coles kids Fun Uncle, since he lives in a big apartment in downtown ninjago city, with a bunch of cool techkai and coles family often take elongated road trips therejay thinks hes a cool relative but besides being super lenient hea actually kind of embarrassing lol

nya settles down a bit later than the rest of them, because she wants to live her ninja days to the fullesti could go on about my domestic samurai au but her and pixal have a kid who gets nyas water powersnya is much more eager to train her kid than cole and Kai are (they want to start properly training thwir children when theyre like 16, much to wus disappointment)nya doesn't force anyrhing on her kid but she doesnt protect her kid from the fact they'll have to train sooner or latershes determined on still changing the world, so she's a strong political leader, with innovative ideas who doesnt approve of ninjagos government and wants to change it for the betterShe also lives in downtown, but isn't as fun as jayher kid is younger than kai and coles, but kai and coles kids look up to them because they're very independent and skilled! their mom is also super cool, but not in a silly way. she rocks leather jackets and drives her kid around on a motorcycle

lovelypeaches08/28/2019zane is tricky for me...i like to imagine him sticking with lloyd to being a ninja or whatever, since hes going to be alive a lonnggg timehe also wants to respect wus wishes, so he teaches students and fights alongside lloydhe does so much less however, and finds a lot of time to visit his friends

kai and coles kids are shy around him at first, him being a nindroid whose still a ninja, but hes so much nicer and softer than expectedhe always brings them presenrs and enjoys quality time with them, so he's basically their favorite uncle

now lloyd continues his master training, to become the next master after wu dies. hed be the one to guide the next generation of elemental masters as well as their parents in training thembut don't worry, he gets a break too, since the other ninja help him out. hes much less burdened then wu was in the later years of his lifeok thats all i think

My commentary now

little boy whos like 3 and super wide eyed and excited and loves pink (when he foudn out zane at one point had a pink gi he asked if he could get one too)older girl around 6 whos a big daddys girl and loves to garden with cole and make mud piez

the little girl is the fire em - she had temper issues linked to autismz which they worked through her with early and never thought of it but she has a big passion for gardening they mistook for elemental connection when rly she just LUVS IT

little boy is em of earth - hes a natural born leader and stubborn, wide eyed and excitable. again bc they worked w both their kids about their tempers and such they never realized he was just naturally good at keeping his composure. also a lot like jay keeping morals upnaturally strong but both their kids are and i hc the super strength doesnt come in until peubertyz

shes a bit of a late bloomer with em powers but one day their little boy accidentally makes a pot hole inside the kitchen bc he was excited over zane cookingthey took too good of care of their kids and his true potential was simple bc he was a litol kid which was im going to live my best fcuking life with friends and family *rips a hole in the ground

kai and cole are the gross sappy parents that trade kisses n their kids are like thats DISGUSTING youre DISGUSTINGLY IN LOVE

Kittie pointslovelypeaches08/28/2019YEAYEYAYAYYEYAYAYEoh god the little boy is part scenecorelikenot full on scene but like punk y2kwhich is a part of scenealso at first cole and kai are super concerned being a ninja will be as mentally damaging and ack as it was for them at times, but lloyd and zane are genuinely good mastersbutnot to get sadbutwhen tragedy does happen somehow, since neither Lloyd nor zane can ease that, cole and kai are so good at helping their kids e thatthey help them recover from it without downplaying their kids concerns and feelings amd give good advice and loveand make being elemental masters a lot easier for their kids than it ever was for them

me again.....

they always get so fucking scared thokai custom makes weapons for themarmor too he spends hours upon hours making sure its perfect and even prays over them to keep their kids safe

anyway when kai n cole visit w them (idk if theyr just adopted at their current age or like.... adopted as babies or surrogate or?? idk but) they visit lloyd and kai softly says "Look! its uncle lloyd" and lloyd starts SOBBING hes just fucking bawlinghis eyes out and when kai offers to for lloyd to hold him lloyds just like are you suure arre eyyuuu thherye so smsmm all kaiii are yoruur suureee thheyrey babbeises

nya is hesitant but ends up being a really good aunt, i meanshe took care of kai /j

zane is a fav uncle and hes always making sweets for them jay is. also sorta a fav bc where zane comes jay follows and jay has a sweet tooth and also makes Cool Toys + hey wanna prank your dadsalso im dramatic and likekai and cole sitting down and having a convo about master wubc he was sorta a shitty mentor and they really REALLY dont want their kids going through any self confident issues nor over stressing bc theyr KDISeventually kai and cole talk to master wu and actually has wu face his terrible practice towards kids and wu accepting he was.............................a bad 'parent' in a senseblebleblelelelelelellekai works but cole absolutely watches over any training when wu is there at first but lloyd is the master now and lloyd is like..........................i dont want kids to go through what i went through kai is like i trust you but also i will murder every single one of you in this dojo if you ever hurt my little girlim doing what i do and taking an au and running im sorry ghdghdfhJACK RAMBLES....their son refuses to wear shoes he lieks dirt on his feet they never really think much of it but its actually really comforting for him to feel the earth under his feet and feel stablethey think its just a stim thing maybe? theyr unsurebut! turns out him Element(also a fear of heights)lloyd tries to be a serious master but hes a big ol goof and can easily be manipulated

ironically.......its the lil boy who often is like HEY!!!!!!!!!!! WE GOTTA TRAIN!

kai and cole agree not to tell anyone what theyre thinking of naming their little boy until he arrives so when the day comes kais holding this tiny little boy and holds him out gentlyand lloyd is already EMOTIONAL because this is a BABY and lloyd softly asks his name n cole cuts in like "hes named after a really brave dude, montgomery. but we're thinking monty as a nickname"lloyd, choking up:(hc garmadons first name is montgomery)

the girl is Reka which means sweet in maori (a personal headcanon for cole) and shes their sweetheart

lovelypeaches09/04/2019bhrnrng this is in domestic au but col and kai teachign their kids instrumentscole and reka wud play piano duets togetherand monty doesnt like instruments much but he likes to singlike a LOT he belts out a song for everythinghe just lieks his own voice

burdletutt09/04/2019HNGGG HFHMONTY LOVS BEING LOUD

lovelypeaches09/04/2019YEAAAHhes like the type who makes a song for everythingmonty voice we rr goinggg to the parkkkkk and the grass isss.........GREEENNNNNNN and there are LOOK THERE ARE SQUIRRRELSSSS and a playground and the skyyyyy isssssssssssss...*deep inhale* BLUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE1E!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!kai and cole: you are literally so talented

jay tries really hard to be the Cool Uncle at firstbut Monty just :^TReka gives him an awkward chucklewhen jay stops being Cool ™ hes goofy and thats when they start giggling and liking him more

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Hiraeth [Part 6]

Bucky Barnes X OC (Amelia Stone)

Hiraeth: (n.) “longing or deep yearning for a place, time, feeling or person long gone; or that never was.”

Previously: The OC was tortured at HYDRA base, and was saved by the Avengers. She has no recollection of what happened to her for 8 months. Her nightmares and PTSD cause her to take a break from the Avengers. She lives anonymously in Romania, until a blue eyed stranger seems to recognize her.

  Panting and trying to make sense of what happened, she decided to go back to the bus stop. She couldn't look for him. Her wits wrestled with her guilt for an upper hand. She SHOULD be doing something about this. What if he were HYDRA? The bus was due in 10 minutes and she was sitting on one of the chairs, feeling her belly. He hadn't kicked her as hard as he could have, just enough to make her fall. His questions, those eyes, and that unfathomable look in them, sketched themselves onto her memory. No matter how much she tried, no answer turned up. What did turn up was a headache so she let it go.

Her thoughts took a sharp turn when she heard the sound of explosions going off somewhere. It was from a nearby apartment building somewhere. People began to shuffle and run away, eager to take the first shelter they find. Her own eyes rose to the sky, and her mouth gaped when she saw someone jump off some 20th floor to the neighboring roof. This man, if she could calculate the silhouette well, was one with nerve. Then another jumped off. And then another.... the man who's shadow she could read in the dark. Steve Rogers.

She wanted to keep out of it even though her heart told her to go help. But Steve was there so it would be fine. By the time the bus arrived, she was the only one who got up and told the very anxious driver that he should just drive. It was around 7 in the evening when she heard the knock on her door. It could either be three people: her landlord to collect rent early, one of the woodpeckers who lived in a tree nearby, or Steve Rogers.

"Why the hell are you here?", She asked. Steve leaned in to give her a hug. God it felt good to have him here. She could cry. He was such a good friend and a good leader. Her eyes were glistening when he let her go.

"I had to come see you", he smiled, looking around her house and then her, from head to toe, like a mother, trying to examine if the girl was okay after all. "Considering that you didn't even call me knowing I was in Romania."

"I don't watch TV so much", she said, ushering him in. He did seem like he had to leave but he could sit a few minutes.

"How are you?"

"Better. Seeing you here..."

"I'm here too", another sound fell in her ear that genuinely made her laugh.

"SAM!"

She almost jumped into Sam's arms, feeling her heart beat harder and slower, promising herself not to cry. "Long time no see."

"Yeah", Sam said, studying her little establishment. "Wait.", she spoke, "Does anyone know you're here?"

"No one", Steve said, "Sam will stay quiet about this too"

She smiled and told them to sit while she made coffee and brought them something to eat. They talked about everything. They even told her why they were there. Steve had to put his hand under her chin and close it for her when he told her about the accords, and that he was actually there to get Bucky. The complicated ordeal with T’Chaka and his son was also discussed.

"Seems like whenever I am NOT around, the most dramatic situations take place in the Avengers' Initiative"

There was silence. Not a serene one, an awkward one. Words were forming in Steve's head, but couldn't find their way out. Sam's eyes turned to Cap over and over again, and Ellie was surprised that even he couldn't blurt whatever haunted his mind.

"We need your help, Ellie", Steve finally heaved. "There's something that's come up and we need someone with a mind as ...."

"Twisted", Sam filled in, making her roll her eyes.

"INTELLIGENT", Steve said pointedly, "as yours to help us through this predicament."

Silence prevailed like darkness does in the night. She was rummaging her mind for peace, for calmness to hear him out, but as soon as he mentioned the team, all she felt was a pang in her chest. The memories of the painful nights in the tower re-emerged, fresh, as if they never had left.

"I would never have asked you,  but seeing that Tony has already made up his mind about the accords and the other smart guy has gone, we need your help."

"Steve, I can't go back there. At least not now", she replied, "Not when...."

Steve and Sam's heads shot up with curiosity, given because of her condition to be honest. "I just don't feel good about this right now. I have a lot of baggage to go through and..." "Not when what?", Sam rather abruptly reeled the conversation back to the elephant in the room, when both Steve and Amelia didn't have to courage to continue the discussion.

"Not when THIS is happening", she said and drew in a big breath. Her fingers traced along the collar of her shirt and she gently pulled it downwards, allowing their eyes to set on the wound. They had first seen it bleeding during a fight, and then covered in bandages when she woke up.

The wound was a strange color of red and black now, looking like angry hot lava covered by a layer of iron dust. No wound was supposed to look like this, unless something was very wrong.

"What is this?", Steve asked, pointing at it, "How long has it been like that? Did you get it checked?"

"They say it's partial nerve damage because a small chunk of my flesh was gone, I guess. A depression in the cavity or whatever they call it. Apart from that, nothing wrong, medically."

"But?", Sam chimed in, curious enough that the hair at the back of his neck seemed to stand out.

"But I don't know. There are days when the wound is fine. Other days it hurts like someone is scratching open my flesh. And somedays, like today, it is BURNING."

"It could just be... one of those injuries that never  fully heal", Sam gave a faint smile, "I had a buddy in the battalion who lost a foot and still complains about pain to this day."

"It's not a normal wound. I don't know what it is...", her shirt was covering the wound again.

"Are you sure?", Steve spoke in a doubtful tone again. She looked at him incredulously. "Are you sure that you don't know what it is?"

"Steve the last time you asked me this question..."

"Well, I don't know what to say about this or believe in, Amelia!", Steve said, hands on his waist, brows furrowed because of some mental torment. "First that incident. And that could be an accident, but now this. If you're scared that we are going to judge you, don't be. We are a team. We help each other out."

"Nothing is wrong with me Steve", she pleaded, "I really don't know about either of the two incidents you've mentioned. I just..."

"Just what? Amelia just come with us. Please. Tony could have it checked out and you'd be fine... what if it's.... some sort of ... "

"I don't want to come back Steve. I'm not ready yet. I don't think I can operate properly as long as I have these things clouding my objectivity. Avengers' strategists should be on top of their game."

"Even when you're not on top of your game, you can plan better than any of us", Sam said. "Cap is right. You should come with us now. That THING could kill you one of these days, worst case scenario."

She shook her head and crashed on the sofa, a throbbing headache welcoming her to the reality of her predicament. Steve and Sam looked at each other defeatedly.

"I'm sorry guys. Not today. I would never hesitate to help you, you know that. But my mental state isn't helping me here..."

"You're being inconsiderate. Of yourself. And of your team."

"I'm. being. inconsiderate?", she repeated the words, "I am trying to hold on to the few fragments of sanity I've got left inside me, and I'm the one being inconsiderate? I'm here trying to find some MEANING behind my life, and trying to hold on to reality when my mind is going numb because of my mental issues. I know you see things differently than I do, but the last thing I am being or want to be, is inconsiderate."

A woodpecker had probably settled into the left wall of the cabin that faced the lake, seeming to flow gentler than it did in the morning. There was a constant pecking on the wall now. She went ahead and tapped on the wall, a rushed sound of feathered escape faded in the background. "If I go back there, the nightmares might return." "Maybe.." "and this wound, and my head too, will be in pain..." "And the only way to avoid all of this is to stay away from the whole superhero trying to protect the earth thing....." "I can't come back. I didn't say I won't come back EVER. I meant not now. As soon as I think that I am better, or if my wound gets WORSE and I dont know what to do with it, I'll be there in a heartbeat."

"Okay.", Steve sighed, his tone drenched in worry and sadness. They began to pick up their jackets. She just realized that birds had come back to whatever tiny homes they had built in the woods, because the symphony had started.

"By the way", she said, rubbing her forehead, "You never showed me this Bucky guy. What does he look like? I mean, I have had the honor of being shot at by him. But I'm really curious to see his face."

Sam took out his phone and seemed to fidget with it before giving it to her. She turned the screen to herself. There he was, that mysterious blue-eyed man, surrounded by numerous SHIELD agents, next to a man clad in a black cat? suit. The incident of the morning replayed itself before her.

"I'm coming with you", she announced.

[heyitsyn]

Mess Up

TimeTraveler!Son x Haikyuu!!

a/n: lmao im really sorry about this :’( this is just a brain dump and something i thought of while i was watching the stage play and i was thinking about it last night until i fell asleep

p.s. your son’s name is natsu in this one and hes an oc so dont be confused as to who this guy is 😂

summary: your son accidentally stumbles through time and the only way he can go back is if his mother and father get together. the only problem? he doesnt know who his father is

he,,,, messed up

that was clear the moment he woke up to a supposed bicycle accident in early morning when it shouldve been a car accident at the dead of night

lets take a flashback shall we

natsu came home after volleyball practice around 8 at night and he stumbled through the front door where he could smell the delicious food that you were cooking

‘ma! tadaima!’

he shouted and you peeked from the hallway with your blue apron and ladle and a close-eyed grin

‘okaeri, baby!’

his slippers padded across the wooden floors to go to the kitchen and watch as you stirred the miso soup

‘how was practice, dumpling?’

omg i would totally call my future kids that though

he shrugged, even though you couldnt see him, and went to the fridge to grab a bottled water before taking a sip

‘inter-high is coming up so captain’s been making us practice longer’

he answered then went to jump on the counter beside the stove so you could see him

he turned silent as he inspected your features and how youthful you still looked despite going through so many stressful times and hardships of raising your son alone

but he was really wondering what was exactly your purpose of being here since you rarely cooked for him due to being busy at work and therefore coming home late

‘ma, why are you here early?’

you noticeably stopped for a second before smiling, eyes shifting from the pot to him

‘i,,, have something to talk about with you’

natsu blinked then leaned against the wall and crossed his arms

‘is it something bad? but youre cooking my favorite so it must be something good. then again, it might be something bad but you want to be on my good side so youre bribing me with-’

‘natsu’

you softly called out to him and he stopped

you turned off the stove and shuffled to the side so you could stand in between his legs

no words were said as a sad look passed your eyes and you cupped his face, looking at him

‘youve grown so much, natsu. ma is sorry that she wasnt here to watch you grow. can you forgive me?’

natsu let out a confused sound and he placed his hands on top of yours from his face then quirked an eyebrow

‘ma, whats going on?’

he slowly asked

you continued to look through every feature of your son and grimaced slightly as his father’s stood out much more than you thought

‘come. lets eat while we talk’

dinner was tense

it was more of the tension coming from you and natsu being so worried and confused that he couldnt even eat his favorite

suddenly, he slammed his chopsticks to the table, fed up with the silence and genuinely worried by your behavior

‘ma, tell me whats wrong’

you winced and swallowed before shakingly placing your own utensils down and looking at a stain on the table from when he was 5 and accidentally spilled dye from his tye-dye activity

‘natsu, i,,,’

you drifted off but he gestured for you to continue

‘first off,,, i want you to know that i love you and that i only want what’s best for you. second,,, i hope you will go through with this because i,,, dont want you to bear this,,, this grudge for the rest of your life’

‘am i adopted?’

he demanded but you looked at him in shock

‘what? no! we literally have the same hair color and eyes, dumpling!’

then he let out a relieved sigh

‘thats the worst thing i thought of so i feel better now. come on, hit me’

you chuckled but went back to talking

‘your father,,, wants to meet you’

nope, that was actually the worst thing he heard

‘father? what, father?’

he couldnt stop the venom that dripped from his words and you flinched because you knew he would act like this

‘we bumped into each other at the airport,,,, he told me about,,, wanting to meet,, you’

you mumbled, now concentrating at your laced fingers

‘well, you can tell him to fck off because the feeling’s not mutual’

natsu growled then continued shoveling down his rice but you reached out and softly placed a hand on his arm and sent him a pleading look

‘darling, i-,,, i dont want to do this either. but this hatred for him-your anger- i dont want you to live with this! this might not show now but it will affect you in the future with a-a future family! he will drag you down but if you just--- just talk to him once! just once-’

natsu banged a fist on the table and you gasped at the sudden sound

‘HE WANTED YOU TO KILL ME’

he shouted, anger and rage reeking from his spot across you

‘HE LEFT YOU TO FEND FOR YOURSELF BECAUSE HE WAS TOO MUCH OF A DAMN COWARD TO OWN UP TO A CHILD HE HELPED MAKE. OH SO WHAT- ALL BECAUSE HE JUST WANTED TO SCREW? A FUN TIME THEN THROW YOU-US- AWAY? NAH, MA, WHY THE HELL WOULD I WANT TO MEET SOMEONE WHO NEVER WANTED ME IN THE FIRST PLACE?’

you gulped because right now, you were able to see the similarity to his father

‘he just wants to see you-to talk to you’

‘BUT WHAT ABOUT ME? I DONT WANT TO SEE HIS FCKING FACE BECAUSE IF I DO, I MIGHT PLUMMET HIM TO THE GROUND’

‘natsu, please stop yelling at me’

you pleaded and he stared at you angrily but turned his gaze back to the chicken bites

‘every thought of him makes me angry so if i see him, i will lose every control i have. hes nothing but a stranger to me-wait, no, hes like dirt that deserves nothing but bad luck to come his way. its either he wanted me or cant have me. and he chose wrong so hes going to have live with it for the rest of his life and pretend i dont even exist. and thats that’

you ran your hands on your face then closed your eyes

‘natsu, you dont understand, we-- we were children! i was still a student! we didnt know,, we didnt know anything about babies! i-i feel like shite because i brought upon this rage in you towards him, your father! i want to make things right! to make peace!’

‘DO YOU THINK I NEVER SAW THE TIMES YOU SAT ON THIS SAME FCKING TABLE, LOOKING AT THE BANK ACCOUNT AND CRYING BECAUSE WE WOULDNT HAVE ENOUGH FOR FOOD TOMORROW? OR-OR WHEN YOU BEGGED-BEGGED- YOUR BOSS FOR MORE SHIFTS SO YOU COULD MAINTAIN A ROOF OVER OUR HEAD? YOU THINK I DONT SEE THAT SHITE?! BECAUSE I DO! I SEE IT AND IT STILL GIVES ME NIGHTMARES TO THIS DAY BECAUSE I COULDNT DO ANYTHING TO HELP YOU! I JUST SAT THERE AND LET YOU SUFFER IN SECRET BECAUSE I WAS JUST A CHILD! AND DO YOU KNOW WHO’S AT FAULT WITH ALL OF THIS?! HIM! HES THE REASON WHY YOU SHED EVERY BLOOD, EVERY SWEAT, AND EVERY TEAR! ITS BECAUSE OF HIM I NEVER SEE YOU BECAUSE YOURE BUSTING YOUR ASS AT WORK FOR ME! ITS BECAUSE OF HIM THAT I PLAY LIKE MY LIFE DEPENDS ON IT SO I CAN BE SCOUTED AND EARN MONEY FOR US IN THE FUTURE! HIM! ALL HIM!’

angry tears were falling down his face and you stood up to hold him but he shot up

‘natsu-baby-please calm-’

‘WHO DOES THAT TO A CHILD’

his voice cracked and he hiccuped

‘IT DIGUSTS ME THAT I SHARE THE SAME BLOOD AS HIM AND I AM MADE WITH 50% OF HIM! AND I SEE THAT LOOK IN YOUR EYES BECAUSE I REMIND YOU OF HIM, DONT I? I HATE THAT! HE DID THAT TO YOU!’

you held on to him and tried to tell him to calm down because you knew how distructive he could be

‘I HATE HIM. AND I CANT BELIEVE YOURE TRYING TO CONVINCE ME TO SEE HIM. HOW COULD YOU’

maybe it mustve been the stress from midterms and the competitions but his heart was hammering and he could see nothing but red and feel nothing else but anger running through his veins

‘no, dumpling, youre misunderstanding because i-’

but he swatted your hand away, eyes staring at his shoes

‘i need to get away right now. just- i’ll be at katsuki’s house. dinner was good so thanks’

he mumbled and rushed to the hallway, picking up his gym bag and quickly slipping on his shoes

you ran to the door and held on to him

‘natsu we can talk this out! please! dont go! just stay-’

he shut his eyes to calm himself down before turning and giving you a soft kiss on your forehead

‘ill be back tomorrow. just let me go blow off some steam, kay, ma?’

but he didnt even give you an answer because he was already out the door

--

the walk from his apartment complex to katsuki’s house should’ve only taken nearly 10 minutes but he was so pre-occupied and distracted that he ended up missing the turns and ended up in an unfamiliar street

based on his surroundings, he was in the city but he remained his gaze on his shoes, just walking and walking, not stopping

this caused him to miss the stoplight and he was the only person who continued walking, the shouts and yells from the pedestrians falling deaf on his ears 

but it finally opened up with a loud honking and a bright light that made him freeze in shock until it collided with him, sending him flying and falling unconscious

---

natsu groaned, not because of the pain but because of the bright light

‘oh god, i died and im going to the light’

he mumbled but a frantic shout made his eyes fully open up

‘NO DONT GO TO THE LIGHT! OH GOD! I JUST KILLED SOMEONE!’

natsu turned to the direction of the voice and he jumped then rolled over to get away but indeed, the pain from the collision stopped him

‘ugh’

he groaned and winced

‘hey, hey, you okay?’

the high-pitched voice asked and natsu raised his head to see the boy with orange hair kneeled down in front of him and hands hovering over him

‘i feel,,, ugh’

natsu sniffed and the boy helped him sit up so he could fully look around

‘where am i?’

he asked and the boy shuffled to kneel down beside him

‘japan. sendai. oh, im hinata shoyo by the way! so sorry i hit you with my bike!’

but natsu’s jaw dropped

‘hinata,,, shoyo?’

his eyes widened and he completely forgot about the pain as he stood on his feet, pointing at the tangerine

‘OLYMPICS!’

he shouted and he was getting scared, eyes drifting to everywhere and pacing in circles

‘did i,,,, no, that doesnt happen. damn izuku wouldnt shut up about doctor who. its not possible, just not! right?!’

hinata was now panicked and thought he really messed up the guy in the head because the h/c boy was now walking in circles, murmuring angrily, and face switching expressions every millisecond

‘oh my god, i need to take you to the hospital! i messed you up!’

hinata frantically grabbed his phone but natsu jumped and grabbed the device

‘no. no, its fine. i just-,,,, i dont remember anything’

natsu played and hinata’s eyes got even wider

‘OH MY GOD I REALLY DID SOMETHING WORSE!’

but natsu placed his hands on his idol’s shoulders to calm him down

‘no hospital, no needles, no medics. just,,, call your emergency contact or something’

it was quite funny that the victim had to console the cause of the accident but hinata nonetheless complied and hit the call button

‘your mom?’

natsu asked but hinata shook his head

‘no. my team manager, l/n y/n. she’d know what to do’

but natsu’s brain exploded

‘l/n,,,, y/n?’

my ma?

oh god i really did mess up

this is going to be a whole mess and i can already feel it but yanno what? imma just go with the flow and go through with your guys’ thoughts and ideas so in a way, you can control (??) the story?? idk i really dont know what im doing but i just needed to put this into writing bc ive been thinking about it since i woke up. also, do you think i should write this in a headcanons way or normal writing way?

[kranamuffins]

ICEBROOD

Trigger Warning!! PTSD FLASHBACKS AND PANIC ATTACKS. also i guess spoilers.. even though he was mentioned during the announcement. ..

“Freeellllliahhhhhhhh” the sound of the wind whispered her name, calling out to her from the blinding snow surrounding their fire. It was the one spot of warmth in this desolate canyon. Just two days ago they had been up to their ears in icebrood, driven near the point of exhaustion, but now?

They were nowhere to be seen. Not a single blurred outline haunted them. “Its as if even jormag fears the storm,” whispered Almorra Soulkeeper.

“FFrrree...hhhhhh…”  There it was, to the right! She turned quickly clutching the hilt of her greatsword. Nothing. No shadow, no noises but the whistle of the wind, as it scoured every crack and crevice in the area. As she stared into the blank white abyss something touched her shoulder. Frelliah jumped away drawing her bow, and felt a blush spread over her face as she stared down at a worried looking Rytlock.

“You alright there commander? You have been jumpy since the icebrood stopped..”

A murmur of agreement made its way around the great fire pit as she lowered her weapon and surveyed her companions.

“I’m sorry, rytlock… it's just…” She slumped her shoulders.

He stepped slowly towards her, both paws in front of him, no weapons, safe, where she could see them. “Are you sure you’re okay? It feels like this goes beyond the regular post- battle jitters.”

Sighing, she put her bow away. “This weather, this area, I don't know why but I just can’t relax.” 

Rytlock eyed her skeptically. “Well then cub, let's get you more comfortable. You need to rest, we cant have The Great Commander Worn out before we find our renegades.” he forced a charr smile at the mention of his wayward son.

“It is strange, “ Braham stood and walked over to Almorra. “I have only seen one other place so desolate that there weren't even icebrood….” he peered at the map in the charr woman's lap, reaching over her shoulder to trace a line with his finger, muttering to himself all the while. “ Knut and I left from here… and then followed this path up to.. Hmm i guess if thats there then this here is the valley with the village..”

Braham pointed to a valley not far from their current location as the others gathered around to look at the map. “No,” whispered frelliah from across the fire.. She had known, of course, where they were all along. She just refused to believe it. She couldn't..

“So i guess it's entirely possible that we are in That Lieutenant's territory..” He stroked his chin thoughtfully.

“How?” Everyone looked up at the ragged, broken tone in the commander’s question, “How do… How do you know about that.. Braham Eirsson?” 

Braham stared across the flames, flabbergasted. “Oh, uhhhhh.. I guess knut didn't tell you.. Uhm.. you see. He was trying to…” he stopped talking. To say Frelliah was pissed was an understatement, he didn't think he had ever seen her this mad.

“Spit it out Eirsson why aren't the icebrood attacking, and what's with this storm?” Almorra looked up at him not able to see the commander who was obscured by the flames between them.

“Well lets just say that you and rytlock aren't the only ones with family in the area.. Beyond that.. I dont think I’m allowed to say..” An arrow buried itself solidly in the rock behind him.

Frelliah nocked another arrow, “Say another word and my arrow will end your family line…”

“Now see here Commander, “ Rytlock began.

The storm around them suddenly stopped, no snow, no sleet, no wind, a single word hung in the air. “Frreeellliaaahhhh!!!”

Turning , she raised her bow just in time to stop the greatsword from biting her flesh. Her companions scattered as she and her attacker were launched across the fire and into the cliff wall behind them. The wall shattered leaving behind a small crater. A loud Crack resounded throughout the canyon, followed by the sound of  ice shattering.

“Commander!”

A near black shadow tinged with icey white and blue flew from the dust cloud in a blurr. Frelliah stepped from the broken wall, clutching the bottom half of her bow. The top half and the hilt of her enemy’s sword lay at her feet. Pain lanced through all of her features as she looked first at it, then at the woman across the scattered embers between them. “Rae..”

There she stood, the tallest norn any of them had ever seen. Her ebony skin was a dark contrast to stark white snow around their camp. She wore clothes that looked as though they were made from nothing but ice, bits and pieces of ice jutted out from her body as well. Ice grew from her back in a grotesque pair of wings. From her forehead sprouted  a set of horns that would make even a charr jealous. A pair of horns made of ice that glowed with the power of the dragon whose mark was etched below the wings on her back.

Celestic Raven stood, Giggling, “Frelliah!! Come play with meeeeeeee!!!” Ice Formed around her as another greatsword materialized in her hands. Frelliah drew her greatsword in reply, as a huge cracked grin spread over Raven’s face.”I missed you Sister. Why don't you come play with me anymore..?” She launched herself at Frelliah again, and they began fighting in earnest. “Like we used to.”

Sword met ice as they traded blows, Braham lunged forward, trying to enter the fray. One icy glare stopped him in his tracks, as freezing magic crawled up his legs cementing him in place.

“Leave him alone,” interjected the commander, “ your opponent is me…”

The giggles started up again, the blows were heavier and now ice magic filled the air around them with a translucent haze.. “You think I don’t know?” The glow in her horns brightened as ice started to encase frelliah. “Don’t know that you replaced me??!?!?! With HIM?!?” Frelliah found she could no longer move, raven drove her ice-sword into the ground at frelliah’s feet. “I’m not stupid. And you will join me.”

Raven turned to Braham, “but first…” she strode towards him, forming a mace of ice in her left hand. Raising her weapon she brought it down hard, striking not flesh, but steele. “What is this..” She stepped back. Rytlock had separated her from her target, using his armored back to bear the brunt of her blow. “Silly kitty.” She raised her weapon again, but before she could lower it something rammed her from the side knocking her off balance, Almorra had entered the fray. As raven righted herself a shield of ice materialized on her right arm. “Alright then. We can play this game too.”

Frelliah stood there, frozen as the ice slowly crept up her spine, and watched rytlock free braham from his own icy prison so the three of them could fight her off. Her breathing became more erratic as she saw her friends doing battle. It was too much. To similar.

She looked down at her hands, they were so small, she was small. The sounds of violence and death filled her ears. The ice was everywhere. Her weapons, where were her weapons! She needed to help. How could she save her father without her weapons! She couldn’t breathe, the ice was up to her neck. The sounds drowned out everything, even her frantic thoughts. ‘I can’t save them,’ she thought as the ice reached her lips. ‘I..’

“Frelliah!” the word tore through her own personal nightmare as a dragon’s roar filled the freezing air around her, shattering the panic that had gripped her. Something warm ran through her veins fighting the ice dragon’s corruption. Something calming, something familiar. Crystal flowers broke her icy prison, before shimmering out of existence.

“My Champion.” Aurene nuzzled her chest while the others looked on in worry. “Please, do not succumb to any other dragon’s corruption. I would be loath to share you.”

Frelliah tried, and failed, to speak through the numbness that fizzled through her brain. She took a deep breath, and slowly, shakily, tried again. “What… where is she?”

Aurene shifted moving to the side just enough to reveal a giant crystal brand shimmering with iridescent blue and purple. Raven was trapped inside, a monsterous tail had sprouted from the small of her back at some point during the scuffle. It was still now, stuck in the middle of what appeared to be a sweeping blow. Frelliah shuffled towards the crystal prison. Stumbling over a loose bit of crystal she fell against its smooth surface. She knew the others needed her to be strong, but she couldn’t. . Looking up at her last existing blood relative, The Commander broke. Sobbing into the ground with everyone there to watch.

After a while a voice broke the silence, “she’s not dead, my champion. But.. she cannot live as you while jormag’s influence lives within her.” The small dragon nudged her champion’s limp and trembling form. “I had to save you. I didn't know what else to do..” a hand rested on aurene’s flank, and she looked back to see Braham. “C’mon aurene, she needs some time to herself.” Everyone around them had retreated to their “camp” and started to try to put it back together. “Sometimes. You just need to let a person cry.” They turned and walked away, leaving the commander to mourn her adopted sister in silence

[hedgewolf-hunters]

Silence is golden

Drake: Hey you guys want to see one of my adventures from last week? Than take a seat and open those ears up cause have i got a story for you.

In the city of Etrinitat on the corner of main and etheral st a two story old-fashioned wooden establishment sits. The sign a top the doors reads, Alpha & Omega, Bar and grill. Inside was a bustling collection of mobians big and small from avians to deep diggers to the deepest underwater divers. A female dark red wolf is behind a bar counter serving older customers liquor drinks and scaring off under age kids. She has two blue stripes under her sea blue eyes and her hair like fur is done in a single massive braid. Shes wearing a sleevless leather jacket with a tank top underneath, dark blue skin tight jeans and spiked boots on her feet.

"Mom im cutting out early today." A maroon colored male wolf with hedgehog quills barely extending from his head says to the female. He has a black stripe going down the only two quills he has and the same matching blue stripes under his glowing amber eyes. The male is in a sleevless parka, black zipper boots, and gloves with a slightly raised bump on the knuckles.

"Yeah and do what my son?" She asks. Turning to him after serving another customer. The boy places down a crystal double tapping it so a hologram of a bounty appears. Its of a raccon with a list of crimes.

"Drake this guy is an sociopath with a hard on for killing hunters and civilians. Not to mention he probably has a following with him." The woman says.

"Mom i know this. Its the reason i took the job in the first place. You know physical attacks either don't connect or do any real damage, not to mention I'm probably one of only two other people in this building who can actually get close to him." Drake says.

"Sky let the boy go. He needs to learn to take care of himself anyway, and he cant do that if you hold him back from jobs or doing them alone." A purple hedgehog says from the door leading to the kitchen. Her eyes are normal amber compared to the boys, her quills done in a ponytail are greying slightly at the tips as they stop just past halfway down the door. She has a single white stripe on top of her head down her middle quill and a black stripe down each of her outer quills. Shes dressed in sports top and short, and hightop shoes with a chef outfit over it all.

"Thank you Aunt Aura. See mom even Auntie thinks i should give at least one solo job a shot. Look if it doesnt turn out to well than i will not ask again to take a solo. But if it does than can you please just let me do my own every now and then?" Drake asks his over protective mother. Sky bites her lip wanting to say no but knowing they both have a point.

"Fine. But if you get into any trouble trigger the flare and your brother will be there to back you up." Sky says locking a braclet around her second sons wrist.

"Will do ma. Alright ill be back in a couple days. He's in the grassland plains. How he hasnt been caught already, besides his psychotic nature, ill be finding out soon enough." Drake says picking up the crystal and running out the door. He kicks into high gear once outside the bar and runs across the city in a minute flat to the west wall gate.

By nightfall Drake has finally escaped the great forest that surrounds his home and the city. He groans stretching.

"Damn i really wish i had dads super speed, but no, it went to Scarlet and Inferna only. Me and Bane gotta push just to keep up and i have to push harder since Bane can clear the forest in minutes thanks to his wings." Drake grumbles to himself as he stretches his sore legs. A orb flies out from his jacket.

"Oh stop complaining. Your compensation for these little differences is me and our shared abilities. After all none of them can use the Astral plane, like i told you to use, to travel nearly instantly." A feminine voice says from the orb.

"I got excited and forgot ok. No need to chew my head off Aster. Besides wheres the adventure in instant travel? If we had we wouldn't had to chase away those pups from the cargo transport and kept supplies running to the city." Drake says to the orb. The feminine voice huffs and returns to his jacket.

"Fine but when this job is done we go home my way. Last thing we need is for you to lose your prey fending off adolescent feral wolves again." Aster says before going silent again. Drake chuckles as he starts running again headed to the city of the plains Primous.

Day break arrives and Drake yawns from his room inside a old fashioned inn. He arrived around midnight in the city and could only find this building to rest in. He stretches getting a few pops in his back from sleeping on the lumpy mattress. He grunts as he gets up off the bed and walks to the sink in the room. He spashes ice cold water in his face and reaches into one of his inner jacket pockets. Seemingly deeper than it looks he pulls out some morning hygiene tools.

Half an hour later Drake heads down to the main floor and walks out waving bye to the shop keep. The town is now bustling with buisness, cars driving by pedestrians walking around and kids heading to schools nearby. Drake smiles as he jumps up onto the roof and takes in a birds eye view of the city. Whistling as the crowded busy streets clog up in the mornng traffic. A few sky scrapers litter the city and a few cathedrals, his targets usual dumping sites. Smirking Drake jumps from the building and lands on the sidewalk, he heads into the deeper parts of town blending in as much as he can.

Three hours later Drake is stopped at the last cathedral in the city.

"The place where it all started. A city inspector came to check on the building and found several dead bodies placed in various forms of worship. The cops caught video footage of the raccoon in question shortly after the bodies were found in other cathedrals. Mobians have been scared of this place ever since and the neighborhood has been evacuated do to that fear." Aster says while Drake stands by the doors.

"And some mobians have come to worship him as a new messiah with the messages he's left with the last seven victims. I wonder why is it than that they cant trace his signal during the 'Prayer' as its been labeled. Someones gotta have a clue to where this loon is." Drake mumbles as he stares at the gothic doorway of the church. He scratches his head as he turns around and bumps into a young female raccoon.

"My bad little lady didnt see you there." Drake says taking a knee to help her up. She shakes her head with a small smile as she takes his hand of help. Drake smells the blood and goes wide eyed for a second before passing out from a needle in his neck. Aster stays silent as Drake passes out.

"See momma I caught the bad man after daddy." The raccoon girl says pulling the needle out and waving at a bush. The female fox that ran the inn Drake slept at walks out.

"Good girl. Now lets get him inside before anyone sees." The fox says grabbing Drake by his feet.

An hour later Drake groans awake strapped to a table with a light glaring down at him. He thinks back to what happened before he fell out. The flash back coming back he sighs and grinds his teeth a little.

"Seems someone is noticing his mistake." Aster says. Drake glares at his jacket quickly and than lays back.

"Cant blame you for that one, i deserved it. Guess the bait was too good for him to pass up." Drake mutters under his breath to Aster. She snorts in reply and Drake feels something hovering over his hands.

"Not yet, let the bait settle a little more. But if you feel like im in trouble...feel free to get dirty." Drake says the sensation leaves his wrist as Aster sighs. Drake whistles a tune from his childhood as he waits for the next half an hour till his target appears. A four foot tall raccon with well built frame wearing a priests robe.

"Hello my little sheep. Glad to see your comfy in your protective bindings." The raccoon says.

"Well you left me on this slab with nothing to get comfy with so i made do." Drake replies.

"Heh you are quite the talkative type arent you little sheep." He says.

"No shit Sherlock, I've been stuck up here for half an hour with nothing to do but whistle an old lullaby." Drake says

"Hmm, do you know why you are here little-"

"Call me little sheep one more time and I'm gonna tear a hole through your windpipe." Drake interrupts the raccoon getting tired of that comendering tone that follows the words.

"Fine than hunter, i assume you are here for my head but it seems you're about to lose yours." The raccoon says dropping the fatherly tone to his true thug accent. He walks towards a table with a bloody cloth over it and powerlines leading out from underneath it.

"You assume I'll lose my head here, but let me ask you, do you know why i didn't tear your daughter in half before the needle touched my skin? Or why I didn't drag your wife out of the bushes when they hid behind me?" Drake asks making the raccoon stop in his tracks. Aster uses the moment to slice the straps lightly, enough that they can be broken with even the slightest move. The raccoon turns around glaring at Drake.

"Dude you think I didnt notice the table setting in the back of the inn? Or that i was being followed from cathedral to cathedral? Not to mention your ladies eyes when she heard me say i was a hunter." Drake says. The raccoon looks confused.

"Than why did you allow yourself to be captured?" He asks walking over to Drake puzzled now.

"Honestly i didnt know you would send your own flesh and blood to capture me, that threw me for a loop for a second. But its just how I hunt by myself. I dont go looking for prey i let them come to me." Drake finishes with a grin freeing his hand and grabbing the raccoon by his robe and tossing him over the table with the power tools. Drake quickly curls into a spin dash to free himself and stands up on the floor. Two gunshots in his direction make him turn towards the firing squad of the wife and child. Rubbing the bridge of his nose Drake summons Aster in physical form. A scythe blade with a gap where its connected to the curved staff, a smaller blade growing out the opposite side. Gold trimm visibly and bulbously formimg a drip down pattern down the staff till it reaches the bottom where the gold turns into a spear point.

Drake spins the scythe around in his hand as he walks towards the two females. Bullets bounce off the scythe like rubber as Drake gets closer to them. Once the ammunition is out Drake stops spinning the scythe and grabs a point on the foxes collar bone that sends her to sleep. He back steps the small Raccoon and slams the wood down across her back before striking her several times with his fingers in specific locations to immobolize her and put her to sleep as well.

"Now that the peanut gallery is take care of, where were we?" Drake asks gibing Aster one final spin before resting her against his shoulder. The male Raccoon has stumbled back on the floor.

"You are some sort of Demon, you must be!" He exclaims. Drake snorts as he grips Aster with both hands.

"Hear that Aster, he thinks we're demons." Drake says. A shimmer from the balde makes the Raccoon back up more.

"Ah if only he could hear me, id havea few choice words for him to show him how demon like we are." Aster says to Drake. Drake grins watching as the man scrambles for a knife. He stops a few feet away from the raccoon whos now on his feet with a serrated blood covered machete. Drake leans one foot forward and one foot back, lowering Aster to hover above the floor he holds her with both hands at the ready to swing. The raccoon charges at Drake like a scared child wildy swinging the machete. Drake waits till hes within two feet of them and swings Aster in an upward arc going right through him, than coming back down in the opposite direction. He side steps as the raccoon passes him still swinging scared. Drake finishes by slicing aster through his neck. All three attacks leave no mark on the raccoon whos confused as he felt the blade go through him all three times.

"Im gonna give you two options now psycho. Come quietly and live out your days in a jail cell nice and comfy. Or." Drake says snapping his fingers. The cuts slowly form where the blade touched, not deep like they should be but enough that they are drawing faint amounts of blood.

"I let your cuts form fully to the point of no return." Drake says making a slicing motion with his thumb across his throat. The raccoon gasps in pain feeling the sensation of the two across his body getting deeper agonizingly slowly.

"Please, just stop the pain! Take me in but stop this torture." He begs. Drake raises a brow and steps over to the writhing raccoon.

"You think this is pain? You think i should show you mercy that you never showed to twenty others? No this isnt pain and suffering, this isnt torture yet little sheep." Drake says makimg the raccoon look up at him for a moment. In that moment drake showed him something few others see unless he wants them too.

"Remember you know nothing of suffering, pain, or torture. I'll take you in but you nore your family will remember the other. Of that i will make sure of." Drake says lifting Aster and slamming the spear point down onto his targets head.

Drake: No i didnt kill the guy. Aster can sever bonds and memories with her spear point. I simply took all threes memories of being together from the point of the killings. The wife thought he had left her and the child and thats the way it will stay while the shit rots his life away in prison now. And quick note from the mun that no more stories this week. He'll have more ready next week but this week he will be focusingnon his other project. If you want to Rp with us we can do that or answer questions. But no stories for the next six days.

[p-artsypants]

Arcadia or Bust (3)

FF.net | AO3 

At 8 pm, Jim rose from the bed. He had got his full 40 minutes of sleep, and then spent the rest of the night holding Claire as she slept. At one point, she had begun to shake and whimper in a nightmare. He simply snuggled her closer, nuzzling her neck and kissed her cheek. Eventually she fell back to sleep and remained that way.

When he rose, she groaned and he tucked her in snuggly.

“It’s dark out now, so I’m going to go see about that truck. I’m taking your phone. Just keep sleeping, okay?”

“Hmmm....” She hummed.

Though he had told her this, he still wrote a note, figuring she would remember little of what was said.

He dressed, poking holes in his hood for his horns, and made sure the maximum amount of skin was covered as possible. Then he took one key for the room and left.

Using the pictures Claire had taken, Jim was able to clumsily navigate his way back to the house. It was evening, of course, but people still milled around. Some people gave him sideways looks, but most didn’t even notice.

An old man sat on the porch, smoking a cig.

Jim stood at the wire fence, nervous. “Uh, hello sir?”

“Evenin’,” replied the old man.

“Is this your truck for sale?”

“Sure is,” he said, dragging on his cig. “Who’s askin’?”

“My name is Jim Lake Jr., sir. I’m interested.”

“Why you look like a demon, boy?”

Jim swallowed, “sorry, I just came from the Horror Convention down at the Showboat Hotel.”

The man switched his cig over to the other side of his mouth. “You got a license? How old are you, anyway?”

“I’m 16, sir. And yeah, I have my license right here.” He took it from his wallet.

The man flicked his cig on the driveway and then made his way over to the fence. He took the license and studied it.

“From California, huh? What’re you doing all the way here?”

Jim had been practicing his story, and came up with a pretty convincing half-truth. “My friends and I really like to hike, and we decided to hike our way over here for the horror convention. On the way, we found this really cool, big quartz, and we want to take it home. It’s just too heavy for a wagon or wheelbarrow.”

The man was quiet, thinking. “How heavy are we talkin’?”

“Like, a thousand pounds? It took four of us to lift it.” He glanced at the vehicle. “Can that truck lift that?”

The old man chortled, “can she lift that?! Of course she can! Used to lift V16 engine blocks.”

Jim smiled, assuming that was a good thing. “Um, if you don’t mind me asking…why is it for sale? And only 2,000?”

The man walked over to the truck, patting it fondly. It looked a bit like Señor Uhl’s Susanna. “Oh, she runs okay. She doesn’t have a muffler, the air doesn’t work, and neither does the radio. She shakes sometimes. Leaks oil sometimes, but she’ll get you where you need to go.” He frowned in Jim’s general direction. “I slipped a disc a few months back and they fused my spine. I have a hard time gettin’ in ‘er these days. So my son convinced me to just use my wife’s car…I’m too old to need this old thing anyways.”

Jim looked at the man with pity.

“Do your parents know about this?”

“Well, they know what I’m up to, but they don’t know I’m trying to purchase a truck.”

“Call ‘em. I ain’t selling you anything until I know that I ain’t gonna have to deal with this later.”

“Oh, sure, right. Of course.” Jim cleared his throat and took out Claire’s phone, calling his mom.

“Hi Honey! How’s the trip? Are you on your way back yet?”

“Not just yet, mom. By the way, you’re on speaker. So you remember that costume contest we entered?”

“Costume contest?”

“Yeah, you know, the one I made the Troll costume for.”

“Oh! Yes! Right, duh! How did it go?”

“I won first prize! 5,000 bucks!”

“Oh Jim! That’s wonderful! I’m so happy to hear that!”

“So, second part...you know that quartz we found?”

“Yes?”

“Well, we were trying to figure out a way to carry it, and we found a truck that’s 2,000 bucks. I’m talking to the owner right now, and he just wants to make sure it’s approved by you.”

“So you’re driving back?”

“At least Claire and I. Not sure who else.”

“Well, it’s fine by me. It might be beneficial for your new job here, after all.”

“My new job?”

“Construction, the market is going to need all the hands they can get.”

“Oh, yeah! Good point.”

The old man spoke, “excuse me, Mrs…?”

“Dr. Lake.”

“Dr. Lake, so I have you expressed permission to sell my car over to your son?”

“Yes, that’s fine. I give Jim permission to sign my name for me.”

“He’s got insurance?”

“Yes sir, he’s covered.”

“Alright,” the man nodded. “That’s all I wanted to know.”

“Thank you,” said Barbara, “for making sure he was safe.”

“Well, my son did something like this back in the day, and I almost had a heart attack when he came home.”

“Well, I’m sure I would have been more confused than anything. Thanks again!”

“Bye mom, love you.”

“Bye kiddo!”

The man took out his own phone, a track phone, and dialed a number. “I’m calling my son, he said he’d help me with the paper work and all that.”

“Oh I see.” Jim nodded.

As the man chatted with his son, Jim sent a text over to Toby.

Dude I forgot to tell you, but we found the heartstone! It’s kind of small, so we’re bringing it back. We’re going to see if it can revive the old heartstone.

The response was almost instant.

Claire?

No, it’s Jim.

JIIIIIMMMMBBBBOOOOOOO!!!! DDDUUUUDDDDEEEEE!!!!!

That’s too many extra letters and exclamation points, Tobes.

I’M LITERALLY SCREAMING RIGHT NOW. ARRRGH IS CONCERNED. BUT I DONT CARE BECAUSE YOU’RE COMING HOME SOON!!!

Yep, and I’m working on getting a truck for the stone, so it might only be a week or so.

THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVERRR!!!! At the end there was a string of emojis, featuring ‘100’, fire, okay hand sign, crying face, and a trumpet.

I’m glad I texted. You probably would have screamed my ear off.

I can’t help it! I’m just so excited! Then the phone vibrated as a long series of texts came from Toby.

Dude.

I totally forgot.

No.

I’m going to keep it a surprise.

Oh but it’s so good.

You have no idea.

The greatest thing ever happened.

Did Darcy say yes when you proposed to her?

There was a pause.

The second greatest thing happened.

Jim sent a laughing emoji.

But I’m not telling you, because it’s way to good to be true.

Alright, if you say so. I won’t bug you about it, because I know how you crack under pressure.

Thanks man. Cause it is reaalllyyy great. And we’ll start cleaning up Troll market. I mean, more than what we have.

At this point, the old man had finished his conversation with his son. “So,” he began. “Troy is going to be a little bit. I was wondering if you’d be willing to help me with something in the meantime?”

“Oh, sure?”

—

“You got it? You sure?”

“Yeah, I got it. Where do you want it?” Jim had his arms full with a huge tube TV. The man said it hadn’t worked in years and the Mrs. asked him to get rid of it. Problem was, it was a tad heavy.

The elder climbed the basement stairs at a snails pace, Jim standing behind him. He led him out the the road, and had him sit it out at the curb.

“That wasn’t too bad, was it?”

With his troll strength, it was nothing. But had Jim been his old noodle self, he wouldn’t have been able to lift it on his own. “Oh no, it was fine.”

“I got something else, if you’re up for it.”

“Whatever you need.” Jim replied with a smile.

Two bikes, a stereo system, and an hefty particle board cabinet. All without breaking a sweat.

“Alright, I think I’ve taken advantage of you enough for one day.”

“Oh, it was no trouble at all.”

The man grinned. Then he took out another cig and made his way over to sit on his porch. “So, that’s not actually makeup, is it?”

Jim looked at him, wide eyed. “Um, I don’t know—“

“Boy, you dead lifted a 250 pound television and carried it up a flight of stairs like it was nothing. Not to mention that cabinet! And at 16?”

“I…just workout a lot?”

The man wasn’t buying it. He huffed smoke out. “Son, you should know not to lie to your elders.”

It was New Jersey. What were the chances he was going to see this man again? “Alright, you got me. I’m not exactly human.”

“Are ya a demon?”

“What? No, no, no.” Jim waved his hands in front of him. “I’m a troll—er, half troll.”

The man nodded, not saying much until finally. “Just as long as I ain’t doin’ business with the devil.”

—

Despite the comfort of the bed, Claire was wracked with nightmares. It was so realistic and horrific, she didn’t even know it was a nightmare at first.

Morgana played a significant role. The she-witch had Jim by the horns, and lifted him from the ground.

“You want him back, don’t you? The boy you once knew. The human.”

Claire shook her head. “No! No! Leave him alone!”

“Silly girl, I know your deepest thoughts. I will tear this gruesome, ugly shell away, and return what once was…”

It was inhumane. Morgana pulled at his horns, ripping him apart from the scalp. He screamed violently as blood trickled down his face and chest. His fingers curled into hooks as his skull came into view.

He continued to look at her with his bloodshot blue eyes. “Why Claire?! Why can’t you just love me?!”

“I do! I do love you, Jim!! I’m sorry!”

And just like that, she was in her living room, gasping for breath.

Everything was gray and dingy. Dust hung, suspended in the air. A strange woman with black hair and hunting green eyes sat on the couch, sipping tea.

“Ah, there you are darling. I wondered when we’d connect.”

Claire swore she had never seen her before, but her voice…

“Who...are you?”

“Do you not recognize me? Oh, but I suppose you wouldn’t, being that my armor is packed away. Little use for it here in the shadow realm.”

“Wait, if we’re in—then that means you’re—“

“Morgan La Fey. It’s nice to see you again, child.”

“But—! How are you—?”

“You seemed surprised. After all, you only trapped me in here.”

Claire paced. “This can’t be happening! I pushed you out of my mind! You can’t—this isn’t real!”

“Of course it isn’t.” She answered simply. “This is happening inside your head. I’m not going to hurt you or any of your friends.”

“Then why—?”

“Can’t a poor, lonely, old witch have a decent conversation with someone?”

“The last time we talked, you possessed my body. I almost got killed!”

“All in the past! All in the past.”

Not really, but Claire just glared at her.

“I’d actually like to thank you, Claire.”

“Thank me?”

“Yes. You see, when Merlin trapped me, he put me in a stasis so that I could stew in my anger. I built so much up that once I was free, it consumed me. Now that I’m here in my own vast and beautiful world, where Merlin can’t hurt me, I find peace in my soul.”

That was befuddling. “But...you’re evil?”

The woman smiled. “Is that what Merlin told you?”

“I mean, yeah. But you also possessed my body and tried to kill my boyfriend...as well as plunge the world into darkness, and you nearly destroyed my home.”

“Well, when you say it like that.” Morgan set her tea on the coffee table and leaned back in her seat, “may I tell my side of the story?”

Claire relaxed a tad, and fell into the seat opposite of Morgana.

“Have you heard of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round table?”

“Of course, who hasn’t?”

“Arthur was my brother.”

“And…Merlin trained him, right?”

“More like, Merlin thrust him into a role he was not prepared for. Much like your beloved Trollhunter. Arthur was just a child when he was chosen to be king, likewise, I was a young woman when I apprenticed under Merlin.”

Claire leaned forward a bit, now ridiculously curious.

“My brother did a great many things in his life, as the legends all tell. But he met an early end, and I buried him. Merlin was nowhere to be found. When I returned, my brother’s sword had been taken and melted down and Merlin declared that I was the last ingredient in a concoction that would help the world. I was still grieving the loss of my brother at the time, and paid little attention to his inane ideas. While I slept, he cut off my hand.” She held up her emerald prosthetic. “Never given a choice. I didn’t even know what that potion was. My master betrayed me.”

Clear sadness held Morgan’s face as she stared at her hand. Claire witnessed this, and felt the sadness in herself. Then she shook her head, and told herself that this was Morgana, the mistress of Shadows.

Morgan clenched her fist. “I was beyond angry. And I turned to the Gum-Gums as a means to my retribution. I promised Gunmar the Black, an appalling and dense creature, a way to create night eternal. And then I blessed him with the Decimaar blade, a sword that could strip the freewill of any living being. For a great many years, we waged war against the humans and Merlin’s Trollhunters. Until Deya the Deliverer cast Gunmar into the Killahead bridge, and Merlin froze me within the Heartstone.”

Claire looked down at her feet, feeling guilty, since she felt pity for this evil witch.

“I tell you this, because I want you to know…I was once good. I was like you, pure in heart, full of love for my little brother and a dashing boy. But Merlin corrupted me. It was innocent enough at first…teaching me spells…helping me in my rose garden…then he turned my focus to him and his honeyed words. I fell in love with him.”

That was unexpected. “But he’s so…”

“Old? He wasn’t always. I aged better than he did.” Morgan picked up her tea and sipped again. “He taught me everything he knew, pushing past the limitations of morality, and into dark magic. I wanted to impress him. But the more I studied, the more he rebuked me. Love turned into jealousy, then bitterness, and then burning hatred. I stewed in my hatred for years, centuries, until nothing but cruelness and malice remained. That is what you saw when you fought me and banished me here.”

Claire sat up, clenching her fists in her lap. “It’s only been a month since then, for all I know—“

“Time works differently in here.” Morgan clarified. “You should know. What may have been a month out on the surface world, may have been years in here.”

“But you spent centuries in stasis…”

Morgan smiled. “Now you’re catching on. This realm…is my own creation.” In a grand gesture with her hands, the room stretched and transformed, turning into windows with stone walls. A temple remained when all was said and done.

“Wow…”

“And as such, I can make of it as I wish. I am queen here, and all powerful. Once you destroyed my Skathe-Hrün, it was like a bucket of water crashed upon my heart. My rage, my hatred…it vanished. I was left with this…emptiness. But as time went on, the realization that I would never see Merlin again sunk in, and I felt lighter. I started to feel like my old self. My soul has been stained, that is undeniable. I have done evil things, but I think I can still do good.”

“Like what?”

“I would like to mentor you, in the cosmic arts.”

It was almost sudden. Jim, true, human Jim leaned in the front door, and met her eyes. He spoke softly. “It’s dark out now, so I’m going to go see about that truck. I’m taking your phone. Just keep sleeping, okay?”

At his voice, the world went hazy for a moment as she responded with a hum that echoed in the room.

“You see,” said Morgan. “You’re still sleeping in your hotel room. I promise not to hold you too long. Though you can wake up, when you want to.”

Claire shook her head in disbelief. “Why…why me?”

“Because you wielded my Skathe-Hrün. You and I were connected, briefly. And even now, in your darkest nightmares, I can find you. Because you appear here, in the shadow realm.” The room began to shrink back down to the living room it was before. “And, as I said before, you remind me of myself, before I fell.”

Claire stared at the woman, studying her. She seemed calm and collected, no ounce of violence in her stature.

“Merlin is a jerk…” she finally said.

“That he is.” Morgan replied. “Which is the other reason I am reaching out to you. Even if you turn down my offer, I beg you…don’t follow in Merlin’s footsteps. He’s selfish and pig-headed. He thinks he can do no wrong, and cares little for his actions.”

Claire remembered his attitude toward Jim’s transformation. He never once apologized for it, and expected everyone to thank him for turning him into, what is essentially, a monster.

“I see within you, the need to do good. So I can teach you healing spells, illusion spells, say nothing of necromancy and soul trapping. I will teach you what you need to know to help you’re Trollhunter.”

Claire furrowed her brows. She did like the idea of helping Jim.

“I still don’t know…”

Morgana raised to her feet, and came over to Claire, gently touching her cheek. “I understand your reservations. Take time to decide.”

“I’m still trying to figure out why. Why do you want to do this?”

Morgan shrugged, a truly defeated look on her face. “Would you believe that I’m bored?”

Claire said nothing.

“Incudo. It means ‘to forge’. With it, you can mend something of metal back together. Whether it be armor, or a sword, or what ever. Speak it backwards, Oducni, and you will undo a forged piece.” Morgan walked back to her chair. “There, I leave you with a simple spell. It can be deadly, if used cunningly. Or harmless. It’s up to you. Now, it’s getting late. You should awake.”

And once again, Claire was gasping for breath. But this time, she was alone in her hotel room.  

[nightwingswing]

The family’s girl: Interlude [Jason’s Date] (chapter 7)

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You were officially screwed.

Who knew the youngest Wayne was capable of falling for someone? In a couple of days?

Worst thing?

He was possessive.

To make the scene worse.

Tim had decided to come every. day.

Super great.

“Seriously Drake, (y/n) has a better taste than you regarding clothes, so let her choose what she wants.” Damian glared at Tim, who had been holding a rather ugly dress.

“Excuse me? This is all the rage!” Tim exclaimed.

“Sure, makes designers rage, that’s for sure.” Dami scoffed

You looked at them an amused/done expression on her face.

“Boys, please…”

“But! Have you seen his taste in clothes?! You deserve so much better!” Damian exclaimed.

“Im going to try this one I choose. “ You changed quickly, the red dress hugging your form nicely. You smiled at your reflexion and went to see the boys.

When the two saw you they stopped fighting, they blushed and Tim smiled at you.

“You look beautiful, (y/n).” Tim praised you. Damian blushing scoffed.

“She looks beautiful every day.”

“Awwww” you coed and hugged Damian. “ I knew you liked me!” Damian plushed you away, blushing.

“Of course I do. If not, I won’t put up with Drake and you.” Dami looked away.

“Anyway, why are you buying a fancy dress?” Tim asked.

“..I got a date, remember? With Jason? He invited me to have dinner.” Tim eyes widened and Damian broke one of the mannequins.

“Dami?” You asked looking at him.”Why-“

“I didn’t like the outfit it wore”

“Oh.”

Tim mentally raged on Jason and his stupid bad boy charm, and his stupid leather jacket.

“It’s the hair and the jacket, right?!” Tim shake you. “I thought our kiss mean something!”

“What’ Timmy of course it meant something! But our date isn’t like that! Im sure someone like Jason has a lot of girls on his feet!”

“You sure?” Tim pouted.

“I am” You got out of Tim’s hold and started walking to the changing room. “And anyway, I’m not your girlfriend” Tim bite his lip and Damian smirked at him.

“Such a coward, Drake”

“Shut up, demon”

Jason was gonna get it tonight.

///*\\\

“HEY HEY HEY! TIMBO WHAT YOUR DEAL?!” Jason tried to block all of Tim’s punches.

“YOU ASKED (Y/N) ON A DATE!”

“WELL, I LIKE HER SO WHAT?” Jay blocked a fierce punch from Tim .

“SHE’S MINE!” Tim kicked Jason.

“SHE HAS NO OWNER, SHES A PERSON!”

“ROBIN SHUT UP WHEN THE OLDERS ARE TALKING!”

“WHAT GOING ON OVER HERE!?” Batman growled.

“SHIT!”

“LANGUAGE!” Batman growled at his sons. “now what the hell is going on?!”

“…”

“shit, who was talking to him?”

“Talk.”

“Oh look, Scarecrow is on the loose!” Tim yelled. “lets go!” They turned their communicators off so Batman couldn’t hear and the robins disappeared.

“…” Batman batglared at his computer.

///*\\\

You were getting dressed for your date when Damian knocked on you door.

“Come in!” You smiled at Damian who stiffened when he saw you “Ah, Dami, could you help me with the zipper?” He zipped it up and you turned around. “You need something?”

“Why are you going out with Todd?” Damian asked.

“Well, he asked me out so we could know each other’s better.” You smiled and the boy frowned. When he opened his mouth to say something a bike’s Clackson was heard.

“Oh that must be Jay! I called Tim to look out for you, I’ll be back in 2 hours. Please don’t break anything!” You hugged a blushing angry Damian and opened the door.” Tim come in! I’ll be back in 2 hour! Please try to not break anything” You kissed Tim’s cheek and ran outside.

Jason whistled at you as you walked to him, he gave you a spare helmet and you sat behind him on his bike.

“Where to?” You asked.

“To my favorite (f/f) restaurant” Jason said.

“Oh, I love (f/f)! “

Jason speed up while Tim and Damian observed by the windows, they glared at his brothers back until it wasn’t visible anymore.

“We are following him, right?” Tim smirked

“Dam right” Damian smirked.

///*\\\

You and Jason were eating (f/f) peacefully, laughing and meeting yourselves better.

Jason liked what he saw.

He liked it a lot.

“Why did you decide you we’re coming to Bludhaven?”

“oh, well…”You bite you lip, shyly “ I wanted to get as far as possible from home”

“Why?” Jason held your hand and you blushed.

“….” You sighed “I wanted to show my parents than I can live on my own. That I’m older”

“…”

“You think that’s childish?” You sighed.

“No…I can relate somehow. There was a time I wanted to overcome the shadow of another” Jay looked away.

“Did you did it?”

“…” for a moment, he looked pained.

“No need to tell me, really” You smiled and Jason smiled back.

“Thanks” Jason moved his chair so he could be closer to you.

Jason and you talked and laughed for an hour, ignoring the two jealous birds stalking you two.

///*\\\

“Do you want me to show you something?” Jason smirked.

“What?” You asked curious.

“My favorite place when I was a kid.” You nodded and followed him.

Jason and you entered a dirty barely illuminated alley.  He held your hand the whole time in as he pointed at a fire escape.

“Follow me, (n/n)” he smiled as he let go of your hand, you felt his warm hand leaving yours as he jumped on a fire escape.

“Come on, (n/n)! i know you can do it!” he smiled at you as he held his hands out for you.

 You ran to the fire escape and grabbed his hands, he smiled at you wide and pulled you up, without leting your hand go, the two of you run up to the stairs to the rooftop, giggling the whole time. 

The two of you laughed harder as an old lady opened her window to yell at both of you.

“KEEP QUIET, VANDALS!!!!!OR IM GOING TO CALL THE POLICE!!” She screamed. “this younglings!!!” she huffed as she closed her window.

 Once you two where up, Jason and you sat on the groud laughing softly, He was looking mesmerized at your cute soft laugh and happy smile.

“Now” he said as you looked at him. “Close your eyes, i want to show you the best part.” he smiled

“Okay!” you smiled, closing your eyes. He covered your eyes to assure you wouldnt peek.You blushed as you feelt his big, calloused warm hands covering your eyes.

He felt your eyelashes tickle his hand as his heart beated faster.His hands become sweaty as his cheeks burned red. He pulled his hands away of your face, not wanting you to notice how nervous he was.

“Keep your eyes closed” He whispered in your ear, making the hairs in your back stand in pleasure. 

“O-okay” you smiled shyly as he helped you up. 

He let go of your hands and set his jacket on the ground.

“Still,no peeking (n/n)” He smiled as you pouted

“fiiiine!” he held your hands again and guided you to the jacket.

“Sit and lay on your back” he said with a soft voice as with his help, you did as he said. Without opening your eyes, you laid on your back on the leather jacket, you felt a warm body lay next to yours. Jason laid in the cold unforgiving ground as you layed secured in his jacket, he smiled at your profile and his pinky rubbed against yours. 

“Open your eyes now” Jason whispered, still looking at you with warm cheeks and a sweet smile.  you uncovered them:

Your mouth hanged open in awe as you smiled, looking up at the sky of Gotham, illuminated by the multicolored lights of the neon bars. The colors fly around, like the artic sky, the most powerful starts shine betwen the magenta, blues and greens. In the far distance the yellow light of the batsignal shined brightly.  The loud sound of traffic blocked by the height as you gasped as the bright meteor shower started.

“It’s beautiful…” You awed. 

“I know...” Jason blushed as he still looked mesmerized at the lights dancing on your beautiful skin. He coughed, tearing his gaze of your beauty so he wont be caugh.  “Its where I hided and came to relax when I was younger. here...I felt safe, felt free, felt like the stars and the lights sang me Gotham’s lullaby….* he sighs, remebering his childhood. the night he spends crying on the same spot, hugging his legs and letting Gotham’s light ease his fears. “You are the only one who knows about it.” Jason blushed looking at you, your face illuminated by the lights.

“I’ll keep as a secret!” You smiled, looking at his blushing face. “I promise” Jason smiled back at your closed eyed smile.  You grabbed his hand and he blushed even harder. “This will be our safe haven” your (e/c) eyes twinkled, as the light reflected on jason’s icy blue eyes. His smile became warmer as his heart beated almost like it was goign to explode.

“Yeah…ours” Jason smiled, looking up at the sky, his hold on your hand tighten.

He swallowed the butterflies in his stomach, he was afraid...

he had just fell in love with (y/n) (l/n).

///*\\\

Jason gave you a ride back to your home, you two decided to meet again next week to go to the movies. And that you could anytime go to his secret haven as it was yours too.

You gave him a kiss on the cheek as goodbye and entered your building. Once inside you let the blush and the silly smile free. Jason had make you all tingly.

You opened your door to find Damian sitting in the dark, he turned on the light as you entered the apartment.

“Where were you?”

“umm, out?” You closed to door and turned the lights on, then walked towards your room. Damian followed you.

“You said 2 hours!”

“And??”

“You were out for 3!”

“oh Damian, I’m so sorry! Did Tim leaved an hour ago? Have you eaten!?”

“He leaved half an hour ago and yes. I cooked as Drake can’t even do an omelet.”

“Can I do something to make it up to you?” You hugged him.

“…Take me to the zoo”

“Okay”

“AND you take me to eat on the new vegetarian place.”

“Okay!”

“Now, go to sleep, (y/n).”

“Okay…good night, dami” You kissed his forehead and he quickly kissed your cheek.

“Night, (y/n).” He opened his door and closed it behind him.

You smiled at his cuteness and closed your door, you changed into your pajamas and fell face first on the bed, you hugged your pillow.

Now you had even MORE conflicting feelings.

You felt your eyes closing from the tiredness of the day, your muscles relaxing and you fell asleep.

The last thing you saw was a mop of black hair setting next to you on the bed and hugging you, their head buried in your neck.

///*\\\

Oh snap.

It was Damian.

…

If you wake him up he’ll be all ashamed you found out and he will be angry.

On the other hand

If you pretended you were sleeping until he wakes up you’ll be late for your classes.

Dammit.

To be, or not to be: that is the question

OH

Maybe you could wake him up AND preted you are asleep!

Brilliant!

Thank you!

Softly you kissed his cheek and kicked him, when he started moving you turn your back to him and pretend you were asleep.

He woke up, looked as if you were asleep and leaved your room sneakily.

You smiled when he closed the door and high fived the air.

Your plan has worked!

You quickly got up, showered and brushed your teeth.

You prepared a quick breakfast for Dami and when you saw him enter the kitchen you bid him goodbye.

Damian started eating and contemplating how to ask you to come to his father’s gala next week.

He was cleaning his dishes when someone come in thought the windows. Damian glared and grabbed the broomstick, ready to kick the ass of whoever dared to enter HIS house-I mean (Y/N) house!

He sneacked up to the living room, and prepared to attack when the figured turned around.

“Grandfather?!”

[Continue reading in Chapter 7]

[squirrel-moose-winchester]

Babysitting

Title: Babysitting

Characters: Castiel, Sam’s son Thomas (OMC), Dean’s daughter Delilah (OFC), Dean and Sam and their spouses (mentioned)

Word Count: 1185

Summary: Castiel is left to babysit the Winchester offsprings, while they are out.

Warnings: FLUFF!!

A/N: This literally found its way into my head and I thought it was adorable so I wrote it to share with all of you. I hope you find it amusing and it brings a smile to your day! Enjoy! And remember, I love you guys!! xx

These two. They were the splitting image of their fathers. Sam’s son with thick hazelnut hair and those overemotional eyes that get’s him what ever he wanted, and Dean’s daughter, eyes greener than evergreen and freckles scattered all over her nose and cheeks, the only thing she got from her mother was her long dark hair and naturally tanned skin.

“Ugh, where are your parents?! They should be home by now,” Cass groaned, having to stay behind and watch the kids. They were a handful, taking more than their looks from their parents.

“I bet’cha their having the sex!” Delilah shouted obnoxiously, her voice piercing through the bunker. “Making fetus babies! Did you know they look like little beans?!”

“Hey! Lilah, you’re not allowed to say that word! Your mommy said so!” Thomas shouted.

“It was an accident!” The 5-year old girl hollered.

“I’m gonna tell!” Thomas, who was a year older, threatened.

“Alright you two, I am sick and tired of your bickering. I’ve told you multiple times to cut it out,” Cass scolded pointing to the library. Both children knew what that meant. Time out. “And how do you even know what intercourse and fetuses are?” Castiel questioned not thinking about the answer he would receive.

“Thomas told me. He read it in a big people book!”

“Mama scolded me, said that I wasn’t supposed to read that. But I thought a stork brought the babies? That they drop of a bean and Mommy eats it and the baby grows in her stomach, not with a tadpole looking thing. And why do Mommies have eggs? My mom said that we didn’t hatch like chickens. There was a lot of pictures! How do you think they make babies?” Thomas asked Cass, Delilah staring up at him expectantly.

“Uh, it’s complicated. Now go and sit and I’ll be back to check on you two,” Cass replied, astounded by the knowledge they had. Homeschooling is quite effective.

Delilah and Thomas was sitting in the Library, doing their time, when Thomas let out a soft fart. Delilah flinched at the sound and flicked her eyes at her cousin, giggle when she met his guilty face. Thomas began to giggle as well letting out more spurts of gas. Delilah eventually lost it and started to laugh uncontrollably, her voice ringing through the underground home.

Cass returned, his face stern with authority. The two kids, instantly stopped laughing, not wanting to get in trouble with their uncle Cass. “There is no conversing or any noise disturbances when you’re on time out. Do I need to bring out the big people books?”

“Ew, no! They don’t have any pictures,” Thomas pouted.

“Uncle Cass, we’re sorry. Tommo tooted. We won’t ever talk again.” Cass eyed mini Dean suspiciously. She was so much like her father that he knew better. He knew that she was merely trying to wiggle herself out of the situation with false pretense.

“No.”

“But uncle Cass!” She began to whine, wiggling in her seat.

“I said, no. You can’t break the rules without consequence. I’m going to bring out the big people books.”

“You’re a big meanie!”

Cass froze up in his journey towards the bookshelves, a little hurt and a little annoyed. This was what he was told to do when it came to disciplining them. He never intended to be mean and he sure didn’t want the kids to feel that he didn’t like them or have them believe that he was a mean uncle, because he wasn’t.

“Uncle Cass?” Thomas started, “Lilah didn’t mean that. You’re not mean.” Cass relaxed a bit at Thomas’s words. Just like his mother and father, he was a little more empathetic. “Lilah, you hurt uncle Cass’s feelings,” he chided.

Delilah pouted knowing that she’s done a bad thing. She loved her uncle Cass very much. She loved him so much that only Uncle Cass could tuck her in at night and keep all the bad things away. Uncle Cass was her angel, a protector, a big squishy teddy bear in human form.

“I’m sorry uncle Cass,” her voice was soft with guilt. She never wanted to hurt his feelings.

“Hey,” Cass turned around, looking at both young humans sitting at the table quietly. “It’s alright. I did come off sounding a little frustrated, but you understand that I need to be the grownup.” Both children nodded in understanding. “Why don’t we go make a snack?”

“OH! Let’s make pie!” Delilah cheered. It was almost like a switch had flipped and she went from sad to happy.

“Uncle Cass, do you even know how to make pie?” Thomas questioned, his expression obviously believing that Cass didn’t know how.

Cass cleared his throat before reluctantly admitting that he didn’t have the skills of Delilah’s mother. “No, but we can figure out something easy we could make.”

“I know! Let’s make grilled cheese. Mama says it’s the easiest thing to make!” Thomas roared, pumping his fists on either side of his body.

“Ooh! I want three cheeses on mine!” Delilah cooed, wrapping her tiny hands around Cass’s enormous one, tugging at him with excitement.

“Me too!” Thomas agreed. The two little Winchesters went zooming into the kitchen leaving the frazzled angel behind. They said that grilled cheese was easy to make, but was it really? Could Cass really make grilled cheese? Well, he was going to find out.

After 3 failed attempts, and two laughing hyenas standing beside him, picking at the melted cheese of the burnt grilled cheeses, Cass was beyond frustrated. He figured that maybe he could use his grace to make them. It wouldn’t take much, and the grace should wear off from the kids by the time their parents came home, right? What they didn’t know won’t hurt.

Castiel’s mind took a tangent, remembering the first time he had made a snack for the kids, using his grace to heat them up. Ignorant to what could happen, the kids had consumed some of the grace giving them a few tricks to play with. Thomas was shocking people, and Delilah could see glowing lights that surrounded people.

Cass’s eyes flashed blue for an instant before he was figured out. “Uncle Cass, Daddy said you can’t use your grace!” Delilah shouted, causing Cass to flinch with surprise.

“You’re right. I was testing you and you passed,” Cass fibbed.

“Yay! That means I win!” She sassed, staring at Thomas.

“This wasn’t a game, Lilah!” He exclaimed.

“You’re just mad you lost, Tommo!”

“Alright, alright you two. Let’s try this again.”

“Don’t worry, you almost got it,” Thomas assured, patting his little hand on Castiel’s back.

“Thanks,” he replied, his face heating up at the fact that he needed the reassurance of a 6-year old.

This time he was successful and the two munchkins were happily eating their food, swinging their legs to and fro under the table. Cass couldn’t help but smile watching them interact. They might have been cousins, but what he saw was Sam and Dean as kids, aside from Delilah being a female. The similarities were uncanny.

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