#i forgot the spikes on her headband...oh well

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adagio redesign ^_^ love punk-rock-ifying characters for no reason

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Little Witch | The Mikaelson Boys

Hey lovelies, I’m finally back with some Mikaleson Brothers content. I’ve had this idea for a while and rewrote it about a thousand times. I’m not sure if I love this but I needed to just finish it. I feel like it’s not that great but regardless I’m giving it to you. It’s super fluffy and a quick burn romance but, hey, who doesn’t like kissing me you just met you know? In all seriousness I hope you’re all doing well. I know life is really off right now and I hope this helps. All my love <3 until next time loves!

Description: Hogwarts and The Originals crossover, disbelief must be suspended for this one as we all know some of this doesn’t add up, soulmate AU

Pairing: The Mikaelson Boys x Female!Hufflepuff!Reader

Warnings: there are no warnings

Word count: 6.7k

Tags: FLUFF

Tag List: @activist-af , @hellotvshowtrash , @firebirdsalvatore

(Photos not mine but mood board is :) )

“There you are, sweetheart,” her gentle voice breaks through you dreams, pulling you from the same scene you’ve grown used to seeing for the last couple weeks, “you’re going to miss dinner sleepyhead.”

You awake to a familiar picture: your books sprawled across a desk in the middle of the library and a fiery redhead with a soft smile holding a semi-crumpled cardigan towards you. Her eyes twinkle with laughter and familiarity. This isn’t the first time Arabella has found you asleep after you told her you were going to be studying. When you look down at your divination textbook you notice a small pink smudge from your cherry lip gloss. You wipe your fingers around your lips, collecting the rest of your smeared makeup.

You stifle a yawn, stretching your limbs out with a soft groan, “shoot, I fell asleep again. What time is it, Ari?”

“Quarter to six, hun,” she reaches out to brush some fallen hair out of your eyes, “we should really get a move on. Are you feeling okay?”

You nod, this time the yawn interrupting any intention to answer that you had. Your head buzzes lightly with the remnants of your dream. For weeks you’ve felt something on the horizon, something meant just for you. Three pairs of brown eyes and the warmest feeling in your chest. It’s the same feeling you’ve been waking up with every night, if not a touch stronger this evening. You don’t mind it though, it layers a warmth to your bones that this winter in the castle has stripped from you.

“I haven’t been sleeping too well lately is all,” you let Arabella help you slip your cardigan back on, straightening it and your tie, evening the yellow and gray stripes. 

Her hands still against your shoulders, her concerned green eyes meeting your own half open ones, “still having those dreams, sunshine?” 

You nod once more, sagging slightly from the weight of your tote when she loops it over your shoulder. Your skin tingles with slight electricity, lulling your already fuzzy brain into a deeper haze. You tug your sleeves over your hands, scrunching your fingers into a fist to try and regain some awareness.

“Hmm,” Arabella pushes the same strand of hair from your forehead again, removing her headband and putting it on you instead to keep your unruly strands in place, “remind me to make you some tea before bed. I have some herbs from the greenhouse that might help with them. Let’s go get some food into you first though, ok?

She links her arm through yours, pulling you alongside her towards the dining hall. The corridors are mostly empty, spare a few behind students. Much like yourselves, they hurry in the same direction, following the wafting smell of roasted chicken and pumpkin pie. You can’t help but shiver as you watch them rush, feeling like someone forgot to tell you something. As if everyone knows a secret that you very well must have snoozed through.

“Hey Ari,” you tug lightly on her sleeve to get her attention, “why is everyone in such a hurry? Did I miss something?”

She looks confused for a moment, her button nose scrunching tight before her mouth falls open, “oh yes, that’s right! I forgot to tell you! Some seventh year prefects overheard McGonagall talking about some exchange students from Ilvermorny. They’re supposed to be here for dinner!”

Your skin crackles with electricity, the air static with anticipation, “Ilvermorny? They’re from America?”

She nods her head cheerfully as the two of you approach the towering doors of the dining hall, “I know, it’s crazy right?”

You can hear the buzz of activity emitting from the hall before you cross the corridor, a dull roar that lights you with an even mixture of excitement and nervousness. 

“They certainly think so,” you motion to the giggling fourth year girls who scurry past you, their chatter no doubt about the possibility of Hogwarts’ newest additions. 

The current coursing through your body sings when Arabella pulls you through the doors. The dining hall is a flurry of activity, each house no doubt wondering if they’ve gained any new members tonight. The thought of some new Hufflepuffs warms your heart. You haven’t had any new faces around in ages it feels like. You let her lead you to a few seats left open near the front of the hall, next to the small stage.

You fall into your seat with a sigh, graciously accepting the plate of food Arabella hands you. How she made it so quick you aren't sure. Magic probably, that would make the most sense. When you glance over at her she has her wand out, levitating food onto her own plate. She always puts you ahead of herself, something you can't help but feel bad about sometimes. Regardless, it warms your heart immensely to be lucky enough to have such a caring best friend. You catch her eye and she passes you a loving smile and a wink before lowering her plate. 

As you take the first bite of your pumpkin pie, ignoring the nudge you get for eating your dessert first, Headmistress McGonogal taps her wand to the podium in front of her.

“Students,” she clears her throat, waiting for the noise in the great hall to quiet, “as quite a few of you have already heard by now,” she searches you all with a glint in her eye, a small smile on her lips, “we have a few students joining us.”

The great hall buzzes at her admission, a current running through the entirety of the student body and, most of all, you. Your head feels like it’s spinning. Like you’ve just drunk a litre of fire whiskey and that if you stand up there’s a good chance you’ll fall right over. You drop your fork but the clatter it makes doesn’t register with you as much as it should. Arabella looks over at you, clearly worried, and raises her eyebrows, placing a warm hand on your back. 

As you go to shrug your shoulders at her, the doors to the great hall open once more, “ah, and here they are! Please, everyone, show them your warmest welcome. They have come a long way, all the way from Ilvermorny in the United States.”

McGonogal continues to speak about Hogwarts and its connection to Ilvermorny but her speech is drowned out by cheering from all over the great hall. Well, you’re pretty sure it is. Your pulse is thundering so loudly in your ears that you can’t hear much of anything at all. Arabella stares at you still, growing more and more scared as the seconds pass. You think you say something, you open your mouth at least, but whatever words come out of your mouth don’t reach your ears. Arabella tightens her grip.

You close your eyes, squeezing them shut tightly, desperately willing your senses to go back to normal. It almost works too but then you breathe in and are hit with three scents so hard that you almost vomit. Not because they’re terrible, though, they’re anything but. No, you almost puke because of how fast you’re swamped in pine and buttery leather and the entire damn sea and how quickly it makes your heart rate spike. Are you having a heart attack? What is going on?

When you open your eyes the great hall is spinning and you know for a fact that you’re the only one experiencing this carousel ride. You have to get out of here. You push away from the table, standing on legs much too shaky for your own good. Arabella calls your name and it sounds like she’s behind a thick sheet of glass, one you can’t break no matter how hard you slam against it. The trees and leather and sea wraps around you again and your knees almost give out. There’s only one thing you can think to do and you don’t hesitate to do it. 

You run like hell. 

No. Scratch that. You run like hell is chasing you and, well, maybe it is. Maybe hell is a person, or people, perhaps even three people, and their footsteps pound down the corridor behind you so loud they echo through your chest. Your kilt whips around your legs, your hair flying behind you as you clear the corners as they come. You can feel them, whoever they are, gaining but slowly. You can make it, you know you can.

It’s midwinter, the thick of February, and yet you feel like you’re wading through lava. The halls should be ice right now but your blood is scorching you from the inside out. You pull the sweater from your chest as you run, not thinking twice before dropping it, never stopping. Your skin is charged with electricity and you want to scream and tear your heart out but you can’t, not now. You feel them like they’re right on your heels, the triplet of scents swirling furiously around you. You need to get outside. Now. 

You make it to the courtyard, practically leaping off the cement steps, but a hand catches your arm midair and you stumble. You see the ground hurtling towards you in slow motion, the cobblestone path laughing at you. You squeeze your eyes shut, waiting for the stones to bite into your side but they never do. Instead you’re wrapped in pine, two warm arms pulling you into a firm, hot chest. 

You thought your skin was electrified before but that was nothing compared to what is now. Everywhere your body touches the person holding you prickles with static. You can almost hear your flesh crackle, each one of your veins roaring so loud that all you can hear is your blood rushing through you. It’s like a tsunami, waves of fire and power and fucking pine rolling over you unrelentlessly. You aren’t quite sure if you’re still breathing.

You feel another pair of hands on your back, rubbing up and down, spreading the fire like butter over your shoulder blades. Your body reacts on it’s own, your back arching into whoever it is behind you, your head falling onto a shoulder that smells like summer at the beach. 

A part of you is screaming to run. To jab your elbow into their stomach and fight like hell. However, against all of your better judgement, the feeling is fading and fast. Hands skim down your arms lightly and you fight the delicious shiver that crawls up your spine. You don’t realize you’re still clinging to the first person until your fists squeeze around the cotton of their shirt. Their hands hand loosely off your hips and you don’t even want to acknowledge how much you like it. 

Instead of fighting, you pry your eyes open, only to stare directly into strikingly familiar brown eyes. Your breath catches in your chest, your head still against his shoulder. He leans closer towards you, blonde hair falling down his face slightly. It looks entirely soft and you squeeze your hands tighter, resisting the urge to touch this stranger’s hair. His scent, that overbearing ocean, wraps around you again. He definitely doesn’t feel like a stranger.

“Hi love,” his voice is soft and lulls you deeper into his chest, his nose skimming the arch of your cheekbone, “you’re lucky we’re fast. That could have been quite the fall.”

He chuckles lightly and your cheeks flame, the noise like the wind chimes you hung in the greenhouse your fourth year. His laugh hits you in the gut and radiates to every inch of your skin, cooling the flames but also concentrating them lower. Too low. Your traitorous core sets on fire from the mixture of his musical laugh and mesmerizing eyes. Merlin, you don’t even know his name.

You look away from him but you can’t escape his eyes no matter how hard you try, looking directly into an identical pair of warm, brown eyes. The man in front of you, the one with his hands squeezing your hips, is also frustratingly familiar. He’s tall, his chest, the one underneath your fingertips, is broad and heaves up and down with every breath. Your body, being the wanton force of nature she is, longs to have you wrap your legs, and every other part of you, around the man in front of you. When the blonde behind you wraps his arms around your stomach, reminding you that he’s still there, you want to do the same to him as well.

Memories prickle the edges of your mind, the dreams you’ve been having for weeks now flashing behind your eyelids every time you blink. The warmth in your bones and the molten brown eyes. The same electricity that is burning through your chest and head and core, only now it’s a million times stronger. You shake your head. Not at the man in front of you but at yourself. No way are these the men from your dreams. That’s impossible, Right? And besides, there were three eyes in your dreams.

“There you guys are,” a voice, steadily approaching and as slow and tantalizing as honey, pulls your attention away from the men surrounding you, “I can’t believe you left me to explain what was happening to McGonagall.”

You meet the third pair of eyes with an audible gasp, his sharp leather scent curling around you despite the distance between the two of you. It sinks into your skin and puts you in motion, like the potion you needed to break whatever paralyzing spell you were under. You pull yourself so suddenly from the two men that they don’t have time to catch you, putting some much needed distance between all four of you. You force yourself to ignore the way your heart aches already. Your hand finds the wand in your kilt pocket. Stupid girl, longing for men you don’t even know. 

You find your voice but only enough to mutter hastily, “Were you chasing me? Aren’t you supposed to be meeting, like, the whole school right now? What in Merlin’s name is going on?” 

The newest male takes a step towards you, his eyes drawing up and down your body, reigniting the heat that has been slowly subsiding and lingering on your hand wrapped around your wand. He smirks at you, like he knows something that you don’t and, honestly, he probably does. You pull your bottom lip between your teeth. His hair is dark brown and just as touchable as the previous two. You squeeze your fist tighter.

“One question at a time, darling,” he takes another step and you tense your shoulders instinctively even though your body is fighting the urge to run to him, “we’ll tell you everything. Can we go inside first, though? You look like you’re freezing. Is this yours?”

His question isn’t really a question, in his hands is your cardigan. He picked it up for you? You let your shoulders sag slightly and your grip loosen. He doesn’t know you, why did he bother picking it up?

“I-,” you release the wand slowly, “yeah that’s mine. Thank you.”

He’s right about the cold, now that you aren’t sandwiched between the other two men the chill nips at your fingers and legs. You go to take your sweater from him but he holds it open, beckoning you to turn around and let him put it on you for you. You sigh but oblige, tucking your arms into the soft wool with his help. His hands smooth down your arms once you’re settled, the familiar sparks following their path. You’re head squeezes with confusion and you want to scream if only to release the pressure.

You turn in his hands, meaning to break his hold but only ending up closer to his chest, “what is going on?”

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to his chest. The ache in your heart eases drastically and you breathe in the leather once more. Merlin’s sake, this is exhausting. Even so, your limbs feel lighter in his arms. His eyes burn into yours and you don’t even try to look away, letting him extract whatever information he wants from you. You’re almost sure he can read every thought flashing through your eyes.

“Can’t you feel it?” His hand brushes your cheek, your skin buzzing on cue, “feel us? Like there’s a string pulling you to us, right? We feel warm, don’t we, and you want to be near us. You feel like you know us but you don’t know how or why.”

You find yourself nodding along to the words of a man whose name you don’t even know yet, your hands finding their way to his chest. 

“Who are you,” you turn to meet the other two, your eyes wide, “all of you.” 

The second man, the one who caught you, steps forward, holding out a hand for you to take. You aren’t sure why but you look back to the male in front of you, the one with his arms still tight around you, for approval. He nods, letting his arms fall almost reluctantly. When he releases you, you’re quickly pulled back into the pine scented chest. You don’t like how easily your body moulds to his, how his body seems to have some sort of claim on yours. How all of their bodies do.

“Elijah,” he rests his chin against your head, caging you against a chest that feels too much like home to make any sense, “I’m Elijah. You were just talking to Kol and Klaus-”

The hands, the same ones from before, once again rest on your back, drawing a traitorous sigh from your lips, “is right behind you, love, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Your heart squeezes dangerously at his words, letting them fill you with the warmth of his promise. Even if your rationality doesn't accept it for the immediate truth it is, every other part of you does. You pull out of Elijah’s arms and turn to the ocean of a man behind you, throwing your arms around his neck without a second thought. He, too, feels like coming home. He takes no time squeezing you against him and burying his face in your neck. You feel hands behind you move your hair away from your neck and then a nose drawing up the exposed bumps of your spine. 

“I don’t understand any of this,” you mumble into Klaus’ shoulder, “I don’t understand what any of this means.”

“Of course you do, darling. You can feel it in your bones,” Kol pushes his nose against your temple, his lips skimming your ear before tugging the lobe between his teeth.

Merlin. His teeth on your skin sends heat pooling in the pit of your belly. You tighten your arms around Klaus, biting back an embarrassing moan as he laughs again. This time the sound echos through your chest and wraps around your heart, grabbing on and refusing to let go. Kol’s lips skim down your jaw, nipping lightly at your throat in a way that is completely inappropriate for a man you just met but you don’t care right now. 

Arms wrap around you from behind and you sink back into them, letting Elijah spin you and haul you into his chest. Your head is spinning from how quickly you’re being passed around by men you don’t know. Your heart stings slightly, the comfort you feel in the large male’s arms screaming at you. Perhaps you don’t know them but your body has been waiting centuries for them and is more than ready to reunite. You don’t hesitate to wrap your legs around him. 

“Baby,” your heart stutters and his pupils expand like he can hear it, “do you mind if we go back to our dorm before anyone sees us?” Elijah glances over your head, searching around the courtyard before landing back on yours, “This is a lot to explain to one person, let alone the whole school.”

Your cheeks flame for the millionth time and your head whips around, searching the courtyard yourself for any prying eyes. You breathe a quick sigh of relief when you don’t see anyone. He’s right and, besides, you really are freezing now, your exposed legs two icicles.

You smile gently at him, savouring the way his eyes draw to your lips, “that’s probably a good idea.”

You go to unwrap your legs from his hips when he stops you, his hands tightening around your back and thighs, “may I?”

Your eyes widen, your hands stilling on his shoulders, “you want to carry me?”

He leans his forehead against yours, his nose brushing yours gently, “very much so, baby.”

Your heart feels like it restarts, kicking your pulse into overdrive. You don’t trust yourself to speak, your entire body engulfed in pine and flames like a forest fire that you never knew could exist. You just nod, your arms snaking around his neck and pulling you flush against his chest. You can feel every breath he takes, closing your eyes when he begins walking. 

The hallways, thankfully, feel empty and you don’t open your eyes, letting yourself sink into Elijah’s chest like you’ve been doing it your whole life and this isn’t your first experience being held by someone as large and strong as him. Your fingers, laying on the back of his neck, can’t resist shuffling through his hair. You’re already in his arms anyway, so what’s the harm. Just as you thought, his hair is soft to the touch and mesmerizing. You tangle your fingers through it, the last dregs of anxiety seeping from your bones. 

When he starts down a staircase that you aren’t anticipating you tighten your fingers, squeezing your thighs to keep from falling out of his arms. In turn Elijah releases a breathy groan, one that hits you directly between your thighs. When you open your eyes you’re met with a coal black instead of the warm brown from minutes ago. Your breath catches in your throat but not from fear, albeit it should be. You know you should be painfully afraid of this man, whom you barely know, whose arms are wrapped around you so tight it almost hurts, but you aren’t. Not even a little bit. 

Not even when he opens his mouth and you see two, very sharp looking fangs poking out of his gums, “Eli?”

You don’t know where the nickname comes from and, honestly, you don’t care. All you can think about is the irrational heat growing between your legs and his hands, once again squeezing your hips. Who is this man and why do you want him to press you against the stairs and do unspeakable things to you? You look over his shoulders at Kol and Klaus, whose eyes aren’t quite the same charcoal as Elijah’s but definitely not the sunshine whiskey that they were before. You have to bite your lip again to keep from squeezing your legs harder around Elijah. 

“Come on,” Klaus steps ahead of you and Elijah, glancing back over his shoulder and smirking teasingly, “I can hear people leaving the Great Hall.”

You furrow your eyebrows at him. How can he possibly hear the Great Hall from here? You glance back to Elijah, the sight of his fangs flashing through your mind. You shake your head, not wanting to think about any of this right now. You reach a hand up, cupping his jaw and running your thumb over his cheek like any of this at all is normal.

“Klaus is right, Eli. We need to figure this out before it gets around the school.” More than it already is, you add in your head.

The four of you somehow make it to their dorm and you breathe a sigh of relief when it’s segregated from the rest of the dorms. McGonagall probably gave them their own dorm to make them feel more comfortable. You’re just thankful to be away from the open space. You already know the entire school will be talking about what happened. Merlin why is it always you? You’re just a Hufflepuff, you didn’t sign up for any of this. 

Their dorm is magnificent. The doorway leads into a moody common room, surrounded with cozy browns and greens. The walls are lined with bookshelves and there’s a window looking out into the lake. The waves lap against the glass and you giggle as a few fish swim by, stopping to look into the room and then continue on their way. The room smells like all three of them. Like every plain of earth and sea and air. There are four doors leading to what you can only assume are their bedrooms and bathroom. Compared to your dorm, which you love but also share with five other girls, this place is an oasis.

Elijah sets you on an incredibly soft, brown leather couch and you pull your legs up, tucking them underneath you. Kol settles next to you, his arm resting on the back of the couch, behind your head. Klaus sits on your other side, pulling your legs from under you and over his lap, his hands rubbing circles on your calves. With your back now to Kol, you can’t help but let your head fall to the side against his arm, soaking in the warmth of his skin. The dungeons are colder than you thought they would be. How do the Slytherins do it? He laughs quietly, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you to lay against his chest. 

Elijah settles on the coffee table in front of the couch, leaning his elbows on his knees and staring at you with a look only slightly less hot than before. You hold a hand out for him, one he quickly takes, threading his fingers between yours, pulling your knuckles to his lips. Klaus’ hands are slowly working up your legs, now wrapped around your knees and steadily moving higher. You squeeze your eyes tight before opening them and staring at the ceiling, avoiding three pairs of brown eyes to the best of your ability.

You sigh gently, leaning into Kol’s hands as his fingers search through your hair, scratching at your scalp in a way that makes you almost keep your thoughts to yourself if only to ensure he doesn’t stop. But you need answers now.

“Okay, I’m serious this time,” your eyes train on a bookshelf, counting the books to keep yourself focussed, “who are you? You clearly aren’t like me, you aren’t witches, but you definitely aren’t regular people,” you suck in a breath, your eyes stalling on a thick book titled The History of Mythical Creatures, “so what, pray tell, are you?”

Your eyes stay focussed on the book but you don’t want to entertain the thoughts flowing through your mind. You had to read that volume in your seventh year myth class. Just because you’re a witch it doesn’t mean you’re used to the creatures you’re taught about. There’s a reason every student at Hogwarts takes eight years of defensive magic.

“You got us, little witch,” Klaus’ hands are above your knees now, kneading your exposed flesh with skilled fingers, “clever and beautiful. The perfect mate.”

Your eyes snap from the bookshelf, from the book that you know holds the answer to their identity, to the blonde lazily licking his own extended fangs. Mate. Did he just say mate? There’s no way he just said mate. Impossible. You’re a witch. As far as being mythical goes, you’re as close to normal as it gets. They, however, are something stronger. You can feel the power rolling off of them. 

“I,” your mouth falls open, your mind spinning, “what?”

Kol laughs from behind you, his chest rumbling under your back. He pulls your hair to the side again before capturing your ear with his mouth again. 

“You heard him, darling,” he tugs your earlobe between his teeth, pulling a tiny gasp from you as, “your ours. And, I hate to break it to you, but we’re pretty hard to get rid of. ”

Klaus’ hands squeeze right below the hem of your kilt, lighting your skin with the delicious sparks. If his hands weren’t there you would be squeezing your legs together for sure.

“He’s right, love, I’ve tried. Many times,” Klaus smirks at Kol in only the way an older brother could and it hits you.

“Oh, Merlin,” you close your eyes again, heat flaring across your face, “you’re brothers. All three of you are brothers. What is going on, Helga help me.”

All three of them laugh and Elijah kisses your knuckles again, “yes baby, we are in fact brothers. It’s been a long millennium.”

“Millenium?” You feel faint.

He laughs again and you wish you could pluck the sound out of the air and hold onto it for the rest of your life. When you look at him all you can do is smile and run a hand down your face. A thousand years, huh? Klaus’ hands trace lazy circles on your inner thighs as Kol’s lips find your neck, his teeth scraping your skin in a way that has you sinking even further into his buttery leather arms. When he bites down a touch harder you can’t help but wonder what kind of experience a thousand years would allow a person. 

A thousand years. Your chest stings unexpectedly as another thought hits you. It must be the day for that.

“I don’t think I’ll live a millenium. I probably have a few hundred years but a thousand? Not even close,” your heart stutters, a cold chill running over you, “You’ll all outlive me.”

Three growls sound in the room and you almost jump out of your skin in shock before you realize that they’re coming from them. Kol tightens his arms around you protectively as Klaus’ hands find your hips under your kilt, squeezing you like you just suggested you’re going to die tomorrow. Elijah drops from the coffee table, sinking to his knees in front of you and throwing an arm over your stomach. 

“You’ll be living a lot longer than that, baby, I assure you of that.”

You reach a hand towards Elijah, curling your fingers through his hair on instinct, “I may be magic, Eli, but I’m not immortal. It’s not the same for me.”

He leans into your palm, rubbing his cheek against your fingertips, “that’s an easy fix.”

Your head spins, the pieces connecting in your head as you stare into his serious eyes. For the first time all night a tinge of fear zaps your chest. Immortality is no joke.

“You want me to become like you?” You look away from him and Klaus, who nods in agreement with his brother, “You want me to become a-”

Kol nips the back of your neck and you try to ignore the pleasure rolling through you in the midst of the most serious conversation of your life, “a vampire, darling. You can say it. We’re vampires.”

The word echoes through you, bouncing around your head and lungs, fluttering in your stomach before finally settling directly between your thighs. Merlin. You sit upright quickly, pulling your legs from Klaus’ dangerously skilled fingers, and all but stumble over Elijah and the coffee table in order to put some distance between you and the brothers. You scrub your hands over your face, your entire body feeling more alive than it ever has in your short lifetime. But you know it can’t last.

You keep your hands over your eyes, letting the open air sooth you for a moment before speaking, “I’m just a witch. Just one witch and not even a good one at that,” you peel your hands from your eyes, opting instead to tug your hair, “I’m more of a farmer, honestly. I spend all my time in the library or the greenhouses. I’m not mate material. I’m definitely not,” you swallow thickly, your throat closing all of a sudden and without your permission, “vampire material. You have the wrong girl.”

As soon as you say the words they feel wrong but they’re already out of your mouth and you have to live with them now. For a long moment nobody says anything. It’s just you standing in front of them, your eyes refusing to open and your hands ripping at your hair. Your legs tremble beneath you and it feels like your heart is trying to crawl out of your throat. If it can’t be with them then it would rather stop beating altogether. The cold air of their dungeon dorm nips at your legs and fingertips painfully and you revel in the feeling of something other than the torrent of emotions that you’ve been battling for the better half of an hour. 

You feel a rush of air in front of you, forcing your eyes open just in time to see Kol standing in front of you. You open your mouth, ready to let even more words that you know you’ll regret out, but you find that you can’t speak. Not because you don’t want to, though, but because Kol’s mouth is now crashing into yours and, gods, does it ever feel like you’re breathing for the first time. Kol’s mouth is oxygen. Like before this moment you were dead and his lips are life. You grip his shoulders, your fingers digging into the taught muscle to keep yourself upright against this force of nature. 

His hands wrap in your hair and he tugs gently, swallowing each moan like it’s candy and he can’t get enough. Your hands crawl from his shoulders to his hair, doing the same to him. He groans, a sound completely different from Elijah but so similar at the same time. When his tongue finds its way between your lips you see stars. Your blood sings like you’ve walked through a magnetic field, your veins buzzing with a foreign kind of power. This time you don’t feel like you’re home, you know you are.

Kol pulls back a fraction, his lips brushing yours while he speaks, “you feel that?” His hands move to your cheeks, your skin like a current where he touches you, “I know you do, I know you feel me in your veins, darling. I don’t have the wrong person. Fate doesn’t make mistakes. You’re perfect for me.”

Your eyes widen and you push back the swell of emotion rising in your chest.

A pair of arms wraps around you from behind, a riptide pulling you into an ocean of a man, “me as well, my little witch. Besides, I quite like farmers. Tell me, can you grow strawberries?”

You try to stop yourself from sagging against his chest but you can’t and you don’t actually want to. His head falls on yours as if he’s been doing it for years.

“Pumpkins,” you whisper. You don’t know what else to say, knowing full well you aren’t ready to answer the other questions, “I grow the best pumpkins in the school.”

Klaus’ chest rumbles like a cat purring against your back, “pumpkin pie it is then, love.”

You feel a hand close around your arm, pulling you from both Kol and Klaus and into a pair of arms that rival the dark forest. Elijah lifts you against his chest, giving you a moment to wrap your legs around him before he walks the two of you to the window. He looks out in the water and it eases you knowing that you don’t have to answer to his molten brown eyes.

“I know this is a lot to take in right now, baby. I know you’re scared and tired, I can feel it. You don’t have to make any decisions right now. In fact, I’d rather you didn’t. But just know that we’re here because something stronger than time itself brought us to you. No mistakes were made,” he catches your eyes through the reflection of the glass, “I’m ready for whatever challenges this brings. I’ve been ready for a thousand years, ten lifetimes, and I would wait fifty more for you,” he pulls you further up his chest, pressing his forehead against yours, “just think about it. That’s all I’m asking.”

You can’t stop yourself from pressing your lips against his, catching his bottom lip between yours, “graduation.”

He pulls back, his eyes wide and his eyebrows scrunched together, “what?”

You pull his face back to yours, stealing another kiss that he doesn’t hesitate to return, “I just need until graduation. I need to finish my last year here, it’s my home. After that, I’m yours.”

He crushes you against him as soon as the last syllable leaves your lips and you let yourself giggle freely. He looks at you in awe, a smile blooming across his face like he just won the lottery. Kol and Klaus are next to you in an instant, their faces almost mirror images of Elijah’s. Your heart soars at the sight of the three boys you met less than three hours ago who you’ve just promised the rest of your life, and longer, to. It sounds ridiculous still but nothing has ever felt so right.

“Well, brothers,” Klaus’ eyes shine happily, “it looks like we’re going to be here longer than we thought.”

[velvxtparadise]

asahi and bokuto's sister...? maybe they met at the training camp when bokuto left something at home and she had to drop it off for him?

a/n; i absolutely love this idea, so let’s get started. thanks for requesting! and i hope you like it anon! (y/nn) stands for your nickname.

ASAHI MEETING BOKUTO’S TWIN SISTER

pairing; asahi azumane x bokuto’s twin sister! reader

Ok so, you’re Bokuto’s twin sister.

We all know Bokuto is a baby so he literally called you crying when he noticed he forgot his blanket.

And as the great sister you are, you went the other day.

He hated you for that, but Akaashi gave him one extra blanket so he was good for the night. (he didn’t tell you that, tho)

You went early in the morning, with your volleyball uniform, because you had practice later, and when you arrived you didn’t know where to go.

But before you could get your phone out of the car, you saw Kuroo in the distance, and he was waving at you.

You vave him a smile and walked towards him making sure to not drop your brothers blanket, and your practice shoes, because you know you will want to see your brother playing.

Thankfully Kuroo told you where your brothers team was having a practice game, you thanked him, and made your way to the gym he pointed at.

As you were walking to the door, a team made their way in, making you stop on your tracks.

As they walked in, you notices one of the taller boys, he had his hair in a loose bun, had a little headband and like i said before, he was tall.

You were like ‘that guy is hot, and tall.’

After they made their way in, and got their shoes on you finally could get inside. (cuz nishinoya and tanaka blocked the entrance.)

You got your shoes on and walked towards the court were your brother was playing at. When the other team saw you they were confused.

Why were there two Bokuto’s.

That’s when the amazing ace of Fukurōdani made the winning spike.

You smiled at you brother and walked towards him and Akaashi, who were talking to each other.

“Kōtarō!” You got his attention and half of the gym attention, making everyone look at you. “Your blanket.” You said with a dramatic voice as you bowed slowly and you gave him the blanket.

“Hello (Y/N)” Akaashi said with a tiny smile that he only had for the Bokuto twins.

“Hello, Akaashi! Your last toss was amazing!” You said with a smile, he used to ask you for hel because he thought you were a better setter than him (he’s the good one)

“But before you guys do anything else. Who is that guy with the bun.” You said as you looked at the tall guy with the bun.

“Asahi Azumane, Karasuno’s Ace.” Akaashi said as he saw kōtarō open the blanket with a smile.

“Why do you ask, (Y/NN)” Your tein brother asked as he looked over at you, throwing the blanket to the bench.

“Well, he’s the hottest ace I’ve ever seen.”

“That’s impossible! I’m the hottest ace you’ve ever seen!” Bokuto said with a loud voice making the whole Karasuno team look in your direction.

On the other side of the gym, Asahi was looking discreetly at you. You were beautiful, but he didn’t know you.

“Do you guys know who she is?” Asahi asked to Daichi and Suga, expecting them to know.

“She’s not a manager, she has a Fukurōdani jacket so i think she play’s volleyball.” Daichi said as he looked at you for a second.

“Kyoko also haves a jacket.” Suga said as he drinked water.

“She’s looking at us.” Asahi said as he turned to face Suga, who was still dinking water.

“That’s impossible! I’m the hottest ace you’ve ever seen!” When Asahi heard that he was beet red.

There was a chance they were talking about him, because they were looking towards him.

Daichi laughed along with Suga, making Asahi get more red.

“Look he’s red!” Kōtarō almost screamed as he saw Asahi’s profile.

The only thing that sounded after that was a slap.

You hitted your twin on his shoulder without holding back, it sounded painful.

You started scolding him, without noticing how the cute guy with a bun disappeared.

When you finished scolding your brother and looked back, you almost died when you didn’t see him.

“He went to get some water. If you want to talk to him this is your chance.” Akaashi said as he walked towards the bench and started folding Kōtarō’s blanket.

“She won’t do th-” Bokuto started talking but stopped when he saw you making your way out. “(Y/N)! I SAID NO!” This time he screamed, running behind you, but Akaashi got him by his arm.

“Asahi is a nice guy, Bokuto.”

You were walking behind Asahi, having Akaashi’s and your brother’s bottles to refill them.

You standed next to him, and started filling your brother’s bottle as you looked discreetly at him, and decided to talk.

“You’re from Karasuno, right?”

“Yes, I-I’m the ace.” He said nervously, making you smile.

“I’m (Y/N) Bokuto, everyone calls me (Y/N)” you said giving him a smile as you finished filling up the water bottle.

“I’m Asahi Azumane.”

“Well, it’s a pkeasure to meet you, Azumane.” You said with a smile as you prepared yourself to make the worst pick up line of history.

“Oh shit, were did i leave it?” You said while patting your pockets.

“Can I help you in some way?” Asahi asked softly as he closed the bottle, and looked at you.

“Actually yes, I seem to have lost my phone number, can I have yours?” You said with a smile as you looked at him.

Asahi laughed as he turned a very dark sade of red. “Of c-course. But is only fair i have y-yours.” He said as he gave you a shy smile.

You smiled and nodded then you got out a pen and a sticky note you had ready for when you asked him.

He gave you the pen as he gog out the sticky note and holded it until you writed your phone number.

You gave him the paper with your phone number and he gave you the paper with his.

Minutes later you were making your way inside the gym, with Akaashi’s and Kōtarō’s bottles in your left hand. Asahi had gone ahead because he finished filling his bottle first.

When you walked inside you waved your hand with a pink sticky note. “I got his number!” You said with a loud voice as you made your way towards Akasshi and Kōtarō.

On the other side of the court, the whole Karasuno team looked at him, expecting him to say something.

“I got her number too.” Asahi said with a blush as the whole team started to scream and talk very loud.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

[thoughtsaboutshows]

Can you make a continuation of the fire-drill prompt? Maybe Sabrina’s family pressuring her to marry Nick now that they’re expecting and she has an emotional breakdown?

Sure!  I so totally got carried away and this is over 3k words long...hope you enjoy.  I followed your prompt but didn’t at the same time.  She has sort of an emotional breakdown but not in front of her family.  

There’ll be another part eventually with another prompt in this universe that I was working on.  But anyways here we are!

Sabrina held tightly onto Nick’s hand as it sat in her lap in the car ride the whole way to Greendale for Christmas.  Nick had been celebrating the holidays with the Spellman Family for years now, lacking a family of his own, but this time it was different.  This time they had news, news that would change the course of their whole lives.  But in the very best way.  

Sabrina had done well on all her finals that semester, passing her classes with flying colors, despite being overwhelmed with impending motherhood in nine months.  Nick had managed to stay focused too, acing his graduate level classes and managing to input the grades of the ones he taught on time.  The night they’d found out, Sabrina and Nick abandoned studying for the evening, ordered their favorite Italian food and celebrated with extra garlic bread and sex all over his apartment.  Their love was palpable, so much so it had already created a whole new person, and the baby they’d meet in nine months would be a physical manifestation of the connection they’d had since day one.  

Nick and Sabrina had been discussing the idea of her moving in with him prior to the baby news, planning for it but never setting an official date.  After she had told him, it was a no brainer as to when his place would become theirs.  She didn’t leave that night and never slept a night back at her place.  They moved quickly to find someone to sublease from her and before they both knew it her dresser had been moved into the bedroom and her shoes were taking up more than half his closet.  They didn’t see that ever changing and never wanted it to.  Her heeled boots in every color were a welcomed sight because it meant she was there next to him every night, and every morning.

“What’s going on in that head of yours, Spellman.”  Nick asked Sabrina as he snuck a quick peek at her.  She was still holding on to his hand but her gaze had drifted out the window.  Her beanie that she’d worn instead of her headband was slightly off kilter and even though he’d only caught a glance of her profile he could still tell she was deep in thought.  Her furrowed brow and slight frown told him her mind was racing down a negative path.  His voice, soft and sweet, pulled her from her thoughts and she turned to look at him.  She pressed her lips together and furrowed her brow further as she tried to figure out how to word what was going on in her brain.

“We have to tell my family I’m pregnant, Nick.”  She said in an obvious way.  How could he not be thinking about it too? 

“I know that, Sabrina.”  He let out a desperate chuckle.  “It’s not exactly something I planned on hiding.”  They’d talked about this, and would tell the family as soon as possible.  Ambrose usually greeted them at the Holidays with a spiked hot chocolate or Bailey’s and would pick up on something immediately when she didn’t accept. 

“And my friends too.”  Sabrina added.  Nick nodded along, understanding what was happening.  Sabrina was an external processor and needed to talk through what they were going to do, even though they’d done exactly that a million times before heading to Greendale for Christmas this year.  

“Whenever you want, Spellman.”  Nick encouraged her.  He liked her friends, but in his mind sharing with them was a decision that belonged to Sabrina.  Theo was a cool guy and Roz was sweet to him.  He was always a little hesitant around Harvey, the guy was her first love and she’d mentioned the sting of their breakup when Nick had first met her, but they got along well enough.  Nick chanced a small smile as he thought of their New Year’s plans.  “Though I assume they’ll also suspect something when you don’t partake in the Champagne Fountain.”   

“Yeah, we should tell them when we meet up at Cee’s the day after Christmas.”  Sabrina grumbled.  Nick sensed her nervousness and squeezed her hand before bringing it to her lips to kiss the back of it.  She smiled slightly back and caught his gaze when he glanced at her again.  “Are you nervous, Nick?”

“To tell your family?”  He asked as she nodded.  “Yes, Spellman, I’m nervous.”  Sabrina blew out a breath she’d been holding, clearly put more at ease to know he’d felt similarly to her.  She thought she was maybe alone in the feeling.  They knew her Aunts and cousin would be happy for them, but they’d likely be shocked.   

“Why are you nervous?”  She asked him.  

“Well, I did knock you up.”  Nick started as he scratched his brow and Sabrina let out a much needed laugh.  She leaned over and kissed his cheek, which reddened at the brush of her lips.  She lingered for a moment, but then remembered he was driving and pulled away.  “I do think they’ll be excited.  But I also think there’s a slight chance your Aunt Zelda will string me out by my ankles and Hilda will bake me into a meat pie.” 

Sabrina laughed again and this time Nick joined her, enjoying the light moment for what it was.  He caught a glimpse of their future, the two of them giggling heading over to the Auntie’s house, except in his vision there was a babbling baby in a carseat in the back.  The thought calmed his nerves a bit.  

“My Aunties love you, Nick.  You know that.”  She reached over the middle console and brushed his hair once.  “I think you’ve had them in your corner since day one.  And Ambrose is one of your closest friends now.” 

“Shit I forgot about, Ambrose.  He’ll kill me for sure.”  Nick leaned his head back on the seat for a moment, but Sabrina caught his smirk and knew he was kidding.  

“Most importantly, they know you love me.”  Sabrina shrugged.

“I do, Sabrina.”  Nick said seriously and grabbed her hand to kiss it again, miffed he was driving so he couldn’t kiss her lips.  “So much.” 

“I know.”  Sabrina said with a soft smile. 

“Why are you nervous?”  Nick asked her then, forcing his concentration back on the road.  

“I guess I’m worried what they’ll expect from me.  I know they won’t be mad, but I want them to believe I can do it.  Be a mom.”   

“You’re gonna be the best mom, Sabrina.”  Nick couldn’t help but cut in.  He had no doubt she was going to be amazing.  As one of the most caring and gentle people he knew, and at the same time the strongest, there was no way she wouldn’t be a great mother.  Sabrina too wanted nothing more than to reach over and kiss him soundly, so she settled for rubbing her thumb on the palm of his hand. 

“I guess I’m worried Hilda will start planning a wedding.”  Sabrina said this as she looked down, worried what his reaction would be.  

“We forge our own path, Sabrina.”  Nick answered her.  She nodded, though not quite shaking the fear of disappointing her Aunties.  She wanted to make them proud, and feared marriage would be a point of contention.  

Nick and Sabrina weren’t married and he hadn’t proposed yet, knowing that a post-pregnancy proposal was not the reason Sabrina would want him to do it.  Waking up the morning after the positive test, naked and each other’s arms, they’d had the marriage conversation and came to the same conclusion.  Despite the fact that he’d wanted to marry her since she walked out in the cold in her slinky pajamas and into his blanket-clad arms all those years ago and she learned early on she didn’t want him to let go, they wanted to focus on being parents first.  They were confident that they didn’t need a piece of paper to show the world how committed they were to each other.  They’d marry someday but it didn’t have to be today.  Nick wasn’t going anywhere and neither was Sabrina.  They were in it for the long-haul and a baby didn’t change that nor did it force either into staying.  Staying was always something that would be.     

“I know.”  Sabrina nodded and took a big breath.  “You do know that I want to marry you right?”  Sabrina asked him and bit her bottom lip, hoping he knew how much she loved him.  Nick thanked the heavens in that moment that they’d gotten off the highway and he’d spotted a small store he could pull into.  Her face stirred in confusion as he pulled over and parked.  “Nick, what are you-” 

“I love you, Sabrina.”  He turned his body completely towards her.  “And it is because I love you so much that I can feel how much you love me.  The way your heart beats?  Mine beats the same.”  Sabrina’s eyes filled with tears that threatened to fall.  Damn those pregnancy hormones.  And damn her boyfriend’s way with words.  “I have absolutely zero doubts that you will be my wife.  I also have zero doubt that we have to do that now in order for that to happen.”  He grabbed her head, grazing her hair with his fingers and wiping tears with his thumb.  “I love you.  It’s as simple as that.”  

She leaned in and kissed him soundly, feeling tears of his own fall and grazing her cheek.  She pulled him closer and wrapped her hand in his hair, using her lips against his to confirm that she wanted the same things.  That she loved him so fucking much it was insane.  And the way he responded only solidified the smooth words he had spoken before she’d kissed him. She was still nervous to tell her family but the nerves were fanned down slightly by the man, the partner, she’d have for life.  

“I love you, Nick.”  She whispered against his lips when she finally broke away.  “We should probably get going though.”  

“Ugh you’re right.”  He groaned over-dramatically and pecked her lips one more time before putting the car back in drive and getting back on the road.   They weren’t far now.  

“I’m always right.”  Sabrina teased, enjoying the way both of their moods had lifted.  He raised one brow and smirked, pulling one of his favorite memories to the forefront of his mind. 

“Oh yeah?  Remember when you thought I was naked under a blanket so you wouldn’t let me share with you?  Those PJ’s you wore were not winter appropriate.”  

“You got me in your arms eventually.”  She smirked back.  “And you seemed to like those pajamas when you took them off later.”

“Which is precisely why I liked them.”  He quipped and she snorted, grabbing onto his hand again.  He kissed her hand for a third time before speaking.  “We got this, Spellman.”

“Yeah, we got this.”  She squeezed his hand back and took a deep breath, ready to tell her family. 

                                                        -

Sabrina managed to avoid the alcoholic drinks Ambrose had offered essentially the second they’d walked in the door.  She blamed it on feeling nauseous, craving Hilda’s homemade tea blend instead.  It wasn’t a complete lie, having had morning sickness more often than not most days.  

Hilda had greeted them in the doorway, with hugs and kisses on cheeks for both Nick and Sabrina, and Ambrose helped them bring their things up to Sabrina’s old room.  The Aunties had never attempted to make Nick stay in a different room even when he’d come home with her the first time, and soon when they shared their news they never would.  

“So why did you gather us in the parlor for pre-dinner drinks, Sabrina?”  Zelda asked as she puffed her cigarette.  She was sipping a martini as Sabrina grabbed for a teacup, holding it delicately in her hands and playing with the rim.  Zelda’s eyes kept darting to her hand, looking for an engagement ring.  She and Hilda suspected that maybe Nicholas had proposed, but he hadn’t asked their permission.  And he was the type of gentleman that would, so she figured that wasn’t what this was about. 

“Yes, cousin.  Do tell.”  Ambrose teased her as he drank tea too, but held his pinky up in mockery.  He’d done the same thing as kids when she’d forced him to have a tea party with her.  

“Well.”  Sabrina started as she looked sideways at Nick and bit her lip.  He wrapped his arm around her shoulder in support and raised his eyebrows, silently asking if she wanted him to take it from there.  Sabrina shook her head and took a deep breath, turning to look at Hilda.  She figured that Aunt would be the best to make eye contact while breaking the news.  “Nick and I…”

“Are you breaking up?”  Ambrose asked.  “Because forcing your ex to come to Christmas dinner is quite rude.”  

“Shut up, Ambrose.  We are not breaking up.”  Nick continued to hold her tight, and rubbed circles on her shoulder, biting back a laugh at Ambrose’s teasing but trying to stay on Sabrina’s side.  “Nick and I are expecting.”   

“Expecting what, love?”  Hilda asked innocently but Ambrose’s eyes had already gone wide.  Sabrina kept her eyes off of him, knowing he had understood.

“A baby, Auntie.  I’m pregnant.”  Sabrina finished strong, nodding and smiling before grabbing Nick’s free hand in show of their unity.

“Pregnant.”  Zelda said once, just to make sure she’d heard correctly.  Hilda’s mouth dropped open and she pressed her hand to it.  Her face was a mix of shock and disbelief.  “You’re with child?”

“Yes, she is.”  Nick finally spoke and his eyes darted between the family of his most favorite person, trying to gauge their reactions.

“How did this happen?”  Hilda wanted to know.  Her voice had increased a few octaves but Sabrina recognized the hint of happy tears in the corners of her eyes.  

“Well, Auntie, when a man and a woman love each other very much-”  Ambrose began, his tone all teasing and face smiling, absolutely not taking the conversation seriously.  

“Hush, Ambrose.” Zelda cut him off firmly.  Her mouth was in a thin line and her expression was unreadable. 

“Well, what do you think?”  Sabrina asked slightly unsure.  She glanced at Hilda who was dabbing her eyes and who couldn’t help it anymore.  She got up from her seat and launched herself at the couple, surrounding both of them in her arms.  

“I think it’s lovely, doves.”  She said and Sabrina buried her face in her Aunt’s neck.  “Just wonderful.”

“Thanks, Auntie.”  Sabrina wiped at a few tears of her own.  Ambrose shook his head and came over to the pair too and laughed.  

“Good luck with a little Sabrina, mate.  You’ll need it.”  Sabrina smacked her cousin in the chest before he kissed her head and shook Nick’s hand. 

“Aunt Zee?”  Sabrina asked the elder Aunt now.  She tapped out her cigarette and placed her hands in her lap.  

“We’ll prepare a room here to turn it into a nursery.”  She began and Sabrina’s face twisted in confusion.  Why would they make a nursery at the mortuary?  She turned to Nick who looked just as perplexed.  HIs grip moved to her waist, and he pulled her closer to him.  “And you’ll marry of course.  Nicholas you can move in as well.  We can redecorate her bedroom, it’s quite stuck in a teen time-warp right now.”  

“Aunt Zee, what are you talking about?”  Sabrina treaded carefully, squeezing Nick’s hand before getting up and moving to sit on the couch by her Aunt.  She was worried about the marriage conversation and had narrowly missed it.  But apparently fate had other plans. 

“Uh-oh, let’s go.”  Hilda pulled Ambrose out of the room, but indicated for Nick to stay when he tried to get up too.  

“I’m talking about next steps with this baby.   Marriage and moving here.” 

“Auntie, we’re not doing either of those things.”  She stole a glance at Nick who nodded in agreement.  “At least not right now.”

“Well fine if you won’t get married then you have to move home.  You can finish your classes online and when the baby is born, you’ll have support when you need to work.”  Zelda would hardly look Sabrina in the eyes, like she couldn’t really believe what she was saying either but her brain was working too fast to control it.   

“I have support.  I have Nick.”  But when Zelda scoffed, Sabrina's eyes narrowed and she grew frustrated.  

“Aunt Zee, I’m not moving away from Nick.  Not when it’s his baby I’m carrying.  Plus I don’t want to.  Right now, our life is in Boston.”  Sabrina’s voice was firm too, but her emotions were starting to get the better of her.  All she wanted was her Aunt to be happy for her, and it seemed what she was nervous about was coming true.  “I’ve already moved in with Nick and he and I have talked about marriage.  We will get married eventually but right now we are going to focus on our baby.”   

“What are you going to do with a baby in Boston?”  

“I was a baby in Boston.”  Sabrina pointed out, stubbornness on full display.   

“Exactly.  And we hardly saw you that first year of life.”  Zelda was emotional now too and Sabrina was starting to see that this might not actually be about her pregnancy.  “My brother disappeared to that city and then I lost him.”

“Aunt Zee.”  Sabrina said softly and then grabbed her hand.  She was grateful when her Aunt squeezed tightly.   “You’re not going to lose me.  And it isn’t forever.”  Sabrina eyed Nick again who offered her a smile of support.  “We’ve talked about moving to Greendale when we’re both done with school, throwing a wedding in the gardens here.  We want what you want, just in our own time.”  Zelda turned to Sabrina then and both women had tears in their eyes.  Zelda reached for her niece’s cheek and caressed it.  “I just want you to be proud of me.”

“Oh, Sabrina.”  Zelda started and then leaned in to kiss her forehead, just like she had nearly every day since they got her.  “I am so proud of you.”

“You were the best mom, Aunt Zee.  I just want to be good like you.  If I’m half the mother you were-”  Sabrina trailed off, unable to put into words how much her Aunt meant to her.  Nick smiled on, happy that the conversation was turning for the better. 

“You will be fantastic.  You already are.”  Zelda wiped her nieces cheeks and pulled her in for a hug.  “I’m sorry I was being forceful, I just want what’s best for you.”

“I know that, Aunt Zee.  I love you.”  

“And I see that you do have what’s best for you.”  Zelda said, turning to Nick and giving him a respectful smile.  “I couldn’t have hoped for a better partner for my niece.”

“She’s safe with me.”  Nick said simply with a nod, holding back his own tears.  

The two women made to get up, laughing and wiping each other’s tears again and hugging, Zelda finally offering up her congratulations.  Sabrina pulled Nick into a tight hug too, before tugging at him towards the kitchen.  

“I’ll be right there, babe.  I just wanna chat with your Aunt for a second.”  Sabrina raised her eyebrows but Zelda shrugged in agreement.  Sabrina excused herself with a quick peck to Nick’s lips before heading out to freshen up and wipe underneath her eyes.  

“What is it you’d like to say, Mr. Scratch?”  Zelda asked, getting right to the point.

“I just wanted to thank you, for raising Sabrina the way you did.”  Zelda’s eyebrows raised this time.  She’d always liked Nicholas, respected him, and was excited to consider him officially family.  “I can’t imagine how hard it is for you to feel like your little girl is growing up.”

“I imagine you’ll figure it out soon, with a child of your own along the way.”  Zelda pointed out and Nick chuckled.  

“I know us getting pregnant before marriage or even graduating college is not what any of us planned.  But excuse my language, fuck plans.”  Zelda laughed and it boosted Nick’s confidence.  “Sabrina is the love of my life.  I never even considered leaving her side once she finally allowed me a permanent place at it.  She certainly doesn’t need anyone’s protection, but nevertheless she has mine.”  Zelda smiled at Nicholas’ words.  She knew now there was no one else she’d feel as happy having her niece be with.  The man clearly understood her, loved her like no one else.   “I guess what I’m saying is thank you for the mother you were to her.  I look forward to us being family someday.”  

“Oh, Nicholas.”  Zelda placed a hand on his arm.  “You’re already family.  You were long before this baby was conceived, we both know that.”  Zelda surprised them both, pulling him in for a hug and holding him tighter than even Hilda had.  “Thank you.  For loving her.”

“Always.”  He answered simply and the both nodded, wiping away more tears and pulling themselves together before heading for the kitchen. 

“Can we celebrate now?”  Ambrose asked in an annoyed tone.  He was holding a few bottles of champagne and looked like an excited puppy.  “Hilda said I had to wait to pop these.  And it’s not like Sabrina can drink it anyways.”   

Sabrina elbowed him in the side, nearly making him drop them.  She walked over to Nick then, a satisfied smile on her face when she noticed that both Nick and Zelda looked happy.  Their conversation had obviously gone well.  She leaned back into him, wrapping his arms around her front as he kissed her hair and cheeks. 

“Yes, we certainly need to celebrate.”  Zelda confirmed and handed out glasses as Ambrose poured, Hilda grabbing apple juice from the fridge for Sabrina.  “To family.  New and old”  She held her glass high, winking at Nick and Sabrina.  

“To family.”  They all repeated in unison.  Happiness fluttered in Sabrina’s chest as she leaned tighter against the man behind her who was holding her tight.  

She’d never been more grateful for a fire alarm than she was in that moment. 

[saveonesouls]

Chapter 5 of The Gods Aren’t Dead is out! Feel free to read it on AO3 and also I have posted it under the read more below! Feel free to like, reblog to share it around, and send messages and whatnot of what you think of the story so far and what you think might happen next :D

Charlotte was the first to appear near the scene in France, being able to successfully teleport near the scene and walk the rest of the way. She was fortunate that her abilities still worked just as good as they did before. In a way, it was like they never were gone, like they never were shut off.

Charlotte walked near it and passed some pedestrians, heading to the front to see the damage. Her blue eyes gazed at it all and she let out a breath. It was bad. A building lost, people being put in ambulances, people being covered by white sheets. She clenched her fist. She was angry, mad... livid. She wanted to find Gaia and give her a piece of her mind for messing with the mortals, for causing damage. She turned and walked away from the crowd, touching her phone screen and pressing a few numbers before it began to ring.

“Hello?”

“Sasha, it’s me.”

“What’d you find?”

Charlotte sighed as she stopped and looked over at the crowd and around at the damage. “It’s bad. She had to have done this. It looks like an earthquake than a landslide, though. Where the building is has fallen than look like a slide, though I can’t be sure. There’s too many people around for me to look.”

“We’ll have to check when it’s dead of night.” She heard Sasha sigh. “Meet me at Tyson’s place. He has it all set up and Bayley is there picking her weapon of choice.”

“I’ll be there soon. I’m going to check more of this place out. See if any of them are lurking or what other evidence I can find. Have you talked to Vince yet?”

“Other than this morning? Yes. I’m going to text him your updates now, but he’s... Well let’s just say that Florida is about to get a thunderstorm.” Charlotte sighed heavily as Sasha continued. “Mother will talk to him.”

“Mother wants nothing to do with him. You heard her last time. She told him she was going to chop his balls off because he keeps trying to sleep with other women.”

“Well, it’s dad and mom finally figured out to stop taking his shit like we’ve told her many times.” Sasha huffed. “What do you expect? I will get her to talk to him, but I know it’s no promises. Now, get to Tyson’s. I will talk to you then.”

“Alright.” Charlotte hung up and sighed as she looked back at the damage. It worried her how bad this was getting already. This was the very beginning of what was going to be a war on Earth and Charlotte knew it. Turning to walk, she took a few steps to make sure she was not in people’s view before she disappeared and reappeared by Tyson’s training facility for them. It was dressed up like a warehouse, but inside was a different ballgame. She walked inside and already could see a few people, Becky and Asuka to be more exact, sparring each other. It made her smile as she walked in. She even saw Bayley with Tyson looking at what seemed to be a bo staff of sorts, which had her curious to that choice. Though she knew Bayley had her reasons. Maybe not to slice through something or someone. Who knew, honestly besides Bayley.

“Charlotte.”

Charlotte turned and saw Becky walking over with Asuka. “Hey you two... I see everything is looking pretty great here.”

“Oh yeah. Tyson really pulled things together and got this place to tip top shape.” Asuka said softly with a grin on her face. “I have to go” She looked at Becky and patted her shoulder. “Great sparring today. You haven’t lost your touch.”

“Neither have you, old friend.” Becky grinned as Asuka walked away and then she turned her attention to Charlotte. “What did you find at the sight?”

“You haven’t spoken to Sasha yet?” Becky shook her head and the two started to walk in the direction of Bayley. “It’s Gaia. She somehow managed to move the earth under the building and pulled part of it down and caused tons of damage.”

“People are dead I assume and injured?” Charlotte nodded and Becky sighed heavily. “So what is it that we do?”

“I do not know yet. Sasha has to talk to Vince about it to see what we should do because in all honesty we cannot go out and start using our abilities like we used to. The people only know us as myths, as stories.”

“And to show them that we are not would be a bad idea.” Becky sighed as they stopped right behind Bayley and she spoke to her. “So the staff, huh?”

Bayley turned to look at the two and she smiled a little as she twirled the staff a few times. “Yeah... Is it a bad choice?”

“Not at all.” Charlotte shook her head. “It can do decent damage like a sword or a bow. It won’t make any piercing damage, but you can break a few bones with that thing in all honesty.” She looked at Tyson who she gave a light smile to. “As usual you never disappoint with good work.”

“Thanks, Charlotte.” He said and he turned and grabbed what was Charlotte’s sword and handed it to her. “This is yours. I’ve upgraded it a bit to be stronger and not break so easily. I also have used a bit more gold and some blood red on the hilt of the sword.”

Charlotte grabbed it; her eyes widen at the sight of the artistry of her sword. She pulled it out of the sheath and everyone just watched her quietly. Charlotte was like a kid in a candy store with her sword as it had been years since she needed it, since she had to ever use it. It shined bright of the steel reflecting the light in the warehouse, the hilt being a mixture of blood red and black like Tyson spoke about the and gold... Charlotte loved it. She could never hate anything Tyson did when it came to his artistry of weapons. Though this, Charlotte teared up at the sight.

“Ptolema...” Charlotte whispered to the sword as she ran her finger lightly on the sharp edge of it. “I missed you so much... We have so much work to do, so much to catch up on.” Charlotte sheathed the sword before she wiped her eyes and looked at Tyson. “I thank you for bringing her back to me.”

“Of course, Charlotte.” Tyson smiled and held out her shield next and what seemed to be a spiked headband. “Your shield and this... Father stated that in modern times your helmet would be seen as too back in the day. So, I made you a spiked headband that is moreso like your crown. Your shield will have your helmet symbol to show who you are and what you represent of course, but this--”

“--Will fit me currently.” Tyson nodded and Charlotte didn’t hesitate to slip on the crown headband within her blonde locks. She stood there now with her shield in one hand, her sword in the other and she looked at the three before her, especially Bayley who seemed to have this bright smile on her face. “Why are you smiling?”

Bayley saw everyone look at her now and she smiled more. “Because you’re happy. I can see it.” She gave a little nod. “You’ve been waiting for a moment like this to be back to you, we all have. Though we’ve been forced back into this way, we all are back to ourselves in full force and it’s what we need.”

Charlotte grinned at the brunette and at Becky who nodded in agreement. Then they heard clicking of steps after a door was shut and she turned her head, seeing Sasha walking in. “Good timing.”

“Good timing indeed.” Sasha smiled at her blonde-haired sister and nodded. “You look good.” She looked at Tyson. “I assume you have my things as well?”

“Of course. Let me grab them out of the weapons closet.” He turned to go into the separate room.

Sasha looked at Becky and grinned. “Your sword fits you. Glad to have it back?”

“Of course.” Becky smiled happily. “I think we all are happy to have our weapons back and acquiring one” She briefly looked at Bayley. “Charlotte here had tears in her eyes.

Charlotte rolled her eyes. “Shut up.” She said with a breath and looked at Sasha. “What did Vince say?”

Sasha sighed heavily. “He’s asking us to keep an eye out for other issues on the news. He doesn’t want us attacking yet but to prepare.”

“They’re just going to keep killing more people and recruiting the mortals for their cause.” Bayley said as she leaned on the table Tyson was near. “We can’t be holding back like this. Not when they think we aren’t here and they can take over the world as how they wanted it before Vince took over.”

“I’m aware, but that’s what Father said. We have to respect it for now.” Sasha shrugged before looking at Charlotte. “I need to ask you something.”

“Okay...” Charlotte furrowed her eyebrows confusingly. “What is it?”

“If you did something like what Gaia did, what would you do next?”

“... You’re asking me because I am basically the chaotic one in this group, aren’t you?”

“That and because you are the more aggressive one than I and I would do something more strategic and not something... chaotic.”

“Well” Charlotte put her sword and shield down on the table and turned to Sasha, leaning against the table. “What would you do then?”

Sasha paused a moment, thinking and analyzing solutions in her head. “I would see if I could track one of us down and attack. Either that, or go to Greece and destroy one of the monuments.”

Charlotte nodded. “Either would be logical and smart. If they wanted to be chaotic to the point where they want to cause pain instantly? I would find out if the gods and goddess of our circle are alive, but get the less important ones.”

“Like me.”

They all looked at Bayley, her looked uncomfortable and worried.

“Well... Yes, but you and Becky are surrounded by me and Sasha so they wouldn’t dare try.”

“They don’t know that though.” Sasha said with a sigh. “Wouldn’t they want to try and start a war or something?”

“Why? There’s two already happening.” Charlotte said before Tyson walked out and held out Athena’s shield, sword, her own headband that was golden leaves and olives on it, and what seemed to be two pairs of armor. “I assume one is mine?”

“Yes. I almost forgot to give it to you.” Tyson said and handed it over. “I tailored it to fit your female frame by making it a little smaller. If it doesn’t fit, I will adjust it.”

“Thank you, Tyson.” Charlotte and Sasha said at the same time before Charlotte started to speak to Sasha. “We need to make sure to warn everyone about what’s to come and I mean everyone. We can’t be holding back any information because we are all in danger.”

That’s when Becky chimed in. “I’m meetin’ some of them at Hunter’s bar. I’ll let ‘em know what’s going on and make sure they stop by here to see Tyson about weaponry or whatever they may need.”

Bayley lowered her gaze as the three spoke and she looked at Tyson who merely grinned at her and she grinned back before she ehard her name. She looked over at blinked. “Huh?”

“I asked if you’re ready to head home.” Sasha said softly. “Bex has to go to work and Charlotte has a fight tonight so I thought we could ride together.”

“Oh! Sure!” Bayley smiled warmly. She then looked at Tyson. “Is there a way to... hide these things?”

“Oh of course. Just have to utter krymménos, hidden in Greek, as you hold it or looking at it and it while be invisible as if it wasn’t there. You also can do the same and tell it to appear somewhere else, like your home, and it will be there.” Tyson explained with a nod. “I had to work with Naomi on getting that done with all the weapons. Didn’t take long, but it was rough to speak with her about it.”

“Not surprised...” Charlotte said with a sigh. “Anyways, we should all go. Thank you again Tyson.” Tyson gave a brief bow of the head and the four went their ways: Charlotte went off to the house by teleportation, got in her car to head to her match, Becky got into her car that was at the place and headed off to work, and Sasha and Bayley drove home.

It was a mostly silent drive other than the music playing off Sasha’s phone, which happened to sound like and positive with some not having any vocals at all and still gave that power and uplifting feeling. To Bayley, Sasha weas the one that was most positive when it came to many things besides herself, and she loved that about the other more than anything. They bounced off the positivity when it was really needed.

Once they got home, they put their weaponry in a locker and Sasha put a lock on it and put in the passcode, which she told Bayley what it was and was going to tell the other two when they got home. She stated “it’s better to tell them in person so no one hacks into their phones and somehow gets it and takes the weapons. They’re basically artifacts to the modern world and we do not want anyone or anything taking them from us”.

Bayley let out a breath as she crashed onto the couch and put on the TV, instantly going to the news to see if anything new came up about the Titans causing trouble, but it was everything normal, nothing too out of the ordinary. She sighed heavily, wishing she could just go out there and actually do something about all this. The fact that she read so many comic books and learned about superheroes really got her into the idea that that’s who they really were going to end up being: The real-life superheroes to the modern world. They were the gods and goddesses that ran the world the best they could and they evolved into minds much greater and wiser and that meant they had to as well, which they did. Now, with everything going on and the Titans causing a hassle, it had to be time right? In Bayley’s mind, this was the perfect time. This was the best time to do that. No one knew exactly what to do other than to prepare and ready up, but Bayley wanted to do more. They needed to do more!

“You’re thinking too much.”

Bayley jumped as she snapped out of her thoughts and saw Sasha walking into the living room with a glass of water and sat on the couch next to her. “H--How do you know?”

“Your face. You looked super serious as the news was talking about the oldest dog in the world is the tallest dog in the world. I don’t think you’d look so serious over that and more “aww” and cry of how good of a puppy he is.”

Bayley rolled her eyes and sighed.

“Thinking about the Titans?” Bayley nodded. “We’ll get them. It may be a while, but we’ll get them.”

“But when? We should start acting now. Form a group and just... go after that, protect this world, our mortals.”

“Protect? You sound like you’ve been reading too many Spiderman comics again.”

“M--Maybe I have, but the comics have a point in our situation. We have these abilities no one else has because we are immortal Gods and can only die by each other’s hands. The Titans may find us and kill us and then what? They take over. We should be... I don’t know! Like the Avengers! It’s time to avenge and protect our planet.”

“Our planet is fighting against us, Bay. You know, Gaia and all.”

“She’s not our planet. She stopped being that the moment she decided to hurt it.” She saw Sasha smile and she knew she was right and made a good point. “It’s time, Sash. All that talk I’ve said for the past couple years, it’s time.”

Sasha sighed and looked away. “I’d have to talk to Vince, you know that. Everything we do, I have to go through him and--”

“Talk to Hunter or Roman.”

Sasha raised an eyebrow, her face scrunching in confusion. “What? Why our them?”

“Hunter and Roman know how to get through to Vince better than you, no offense.”

“None taken... You’re right, but he’ll want my opinion on it as well.”

“Then the three of you can talk about it.”

Sasha nodded, knowing Bayley made a valid point. The three of them really could get Vince to just sit down and chill. Though, at this rate the old man was not chilling any time soon. In reality, Vince never was one to chill, not even when he was sleeping around and causing terror back in the Ancient Greece days. It is what made her mother, Lacey, be her own version of a calm before the storm situation. Athena didn’t blame her mother in the least bit. Though sometimes the anger went to her and the others, but with the women Vince went around with, they got more of the pain and anger. Just that thought made her shake her head and she looked away from Bayley.

“So you know I’m right?”

“Yes.” Sasha sighed. “I will speak to them at another time. Right now, we’re all on edge on who did it in the first place and since no one is blaming Charlotte for it, the blame is shifting to who knows who else on the spectrum of us.”

“I still like my own theory better.”

Sasha looked at Bayley. “Which is...?”

“They got out themselves. Charlotte had a point, Vince forgets to do certain things and we’ve had to pick up after him a few times. Maybe he actually did forget to close the gate and this is the time that the moment he did, they took over.”

Sasha sighed and looked at the news for a while, seeing something about a fire and she just stared at it for a while, which got Bayley staring too.

“... You think they caused that?”

“I don’t know.” Sasha leaned forward to focus on it and she sighed. “It’s hard to tell because they could do anything. They haven’t been around this world so they view is a different. For all we know, they don’t know what’s going on and are ruining it because they think it is an illusion.”

“I think they’re doing it because they think this is our handiwork of making the world like this when we haven’t done anything. We let them do it and we work with them with minimal skills.” Bayley shrugged. “I’ll text Becky to see if she can find out about that fire since it’s in the city. Maybe something in the police report can give her an idea on if it is them or just an average fire caused by mortals.”

Weeks started to pass and it seemed that things were escalating and Sasha was the one to get all the questions, but then the end of the month came and that’s when the mortals found out about the Titans. They revealed themselves to easily that it was no joke.

Gaia, was there causing an earthquake after she and Cronus, had appeared in front of national television. The announced who they were and the whole press conference was cut short as they saw Hyperion appear. He used the light to set the room aflame and cut everything short. That’s when the four women looked at each other with shock on their faces.

“We are the Titans and we have returned to claim what is ours! We are your rulers! We are your dictators! You mortals stand no chance when your Gods are dead! Zeus, Hera, Artemis, Apollo, Athena, Ares, Hecate, Poseidon, Demeter, and Hades... They are gone and they have been for years and now? It is our time to rule.

“It is our time to take back what’s ours.”

[philthepegacornfics]

“Are you Lost?” Part 2

Soul Eater x Reader

Word count: 

Trigger Warnings: (Y/n)’s mom is deceased

A/N: So the last part got a lot more notes than I expected. So here’s part 2. I hope you like it!

Part 1

“Greeting Lord Death,” Maka smiled at him.

“Ahh, Maka! How can I help you?” Lord Death asked, bouncing a bit.

“Oh, I don’t need anything, sir. I was just helping (Y/n) find their way,” she explained.

“That’s right!” Lord Death exclaimed. “(Y/n) it’s so good to finally meet you. How are you?”

“I’m doing good. It’s nice to finally meet you as well. And I’m so so so sorry that I’m late! This school is so confusing. The lay out is really weird. Well, not weird but just so symmetrical you can’t tell where you’re going. It is a beautiful school, Lord Death. I’m sorry, I just got lost,” I stumbled over my words.

“There is no issue there. Now tell me, are you a Meister of a Weapon?” He asked me.

“I’m a Weapon.”

“Good, good! Now where is your Meister?”

I looked down at my feet before answering him. “ I don’t have one.” I glanced at Maka before continuing, “But I prefer to fight on my own.”

“Is that so?” Lord Death mused.

“Mhmm. I’ve actually trained under Justin Law for about a year before I applied.”

Mentioning the blonde hair, blue eyed, wonder-boy Weapon made me remember our training days. Making me blush a little bit.

He was there when my mother passed from fighting the kesian egg. Even though he wasn’t much older than me he took me in. Picked up my training where Mom left off. He would be proud to see me standing here being accepted into the school. He would be cheering for me, embarrassing me if he was here.

A gasp came from Maka that pulled me out of my train of thoughts. She must’ve realized who I was talking about after being able to think for a moment.

“Very well,” Lord Death put his two enormous white hands together. “I’ve decided that you’ll be joining the Crescent Moon Class. Now run along so you’re not more late than you already are.”

I turned to follow a beaming Maka out of the Death Room. As soon as we were back on the guillotine path, Maka spoke. “I’m so happy you got put into my class! I can’t wait for you to meet everyone. Oh, and Kid is in that class as well.”

“Well at least I know I have a friend in my class,” I smiled.

We walked for a bit longer and passed the “Sun Room” and the board, bringing us to the “Crescent Moon Room”.

“Class is in here,” Maka said opening the door.

Looking in the room there was a bunch of students in a half circle around the teacher. All of the faces had some form of horror or disgust on them.

The teacher sitting in the middle of the room was smoking a cigarette. He had gray hair pass his eyes and a giant screw going through his head. He was holding a scalpel in his hand and was ready to cut into, what appeared to be, a bird that was strapped down to the table in front of him.

“Maka, you’re late.” He turned his head towards us. It allowed me to see stitching going down his face and off under his left eye. “And what’re you doing here?”

“Sorry Professor Stein, I was in Lord Death’s office. (Y/n),” Maka gestured toward me, “is a new student here. I was helping them around.”

“I see. Very well, have a seat Maka.” He then pointed at me and said, “you come up here and introduce yourself.”

Maka gave me a gentle smile before she walked over to her seat. She sat next to a boy with white hair that spiked out to his left. He was wearing a headband that helped him keep his hair out of his face. He had crimson red eyes that made eye contact with me. Once he did, he gave me a smile that revealed his shark-like teeth. I smiled back then made my way toward the professor.

“State your name,” the professor instructed me.

“(Y/n).”

“Are you a Weapon or a Meister?”

“Weapon.”

“Where is your Meister?”

“I don’t have one. Like Justin Law, I prefer to fight by myself.”

Professor Stein started turning the screw in his head before saying, “Interesting. What is your weapon form?”

“I’m a pair of kamas that can connect together to make a double ended-like scythe. The blades can also fold down. One for a regular scythe. Two for a staff.”

“Hmm… a very versatile weapon.” He started cranking his screw again. He then tilted his head as he continued to stare at me. Light was reflecting off of his glasses so I couldn’t see his green eyes. Which made his wide tooth bearing smile stand out even more.

He looks maddened

I took a step back as he stared through me.

“Through observation, I doubt I can wield you. Isn’t that right (Y/n)?”

I nodded.

“Would Maka be an okay fit?” he asked.

Both Maka and the white haired boy looked at me curiously at the mention of her name. I paused for a moment to think.

Do I trust her? She did help me find my way. And she’s really nice. Maybe she can wield me…

I took a deep breath and tried to put more of my trust into her. I quickly nodded toward Stein.

“Maka, come up here so we can see (Y/n) in her weapon form.”

Maka walked up next to me and whispered, “Are you ready?”

“Yeah.”

“Let’s do this,” she smiled at me encouragingly. “Start with the staff. I’m a Scythe Meister, so we’ll work our way backwards from you list.”

I smiled at her and jumped into the air, transforming into a staff. Maka caught me. She examined my (f/c) form, tilting me back and forth. Once she got use to the weight, she spun me around.

“Scythe mode!” she called out.

I released one of my (2/f/c) blades as she still spun me. Suddenly she rolled me over her shoulder and attacked the air. A wave of (f/c) was seen moving a few feet away from my blade.

Maka’s a powerful Meister.

Maka paused and looked a little stunned. The rest of the students looked amazed as well. Professor Stein was still smiling.

The boy with the white hair stood up and yelled, “Hey, why don’t you ever do that with me?”

He must be Maka’s weapon.

“Shut up, Soul!” she yelled back.

The boy sat back down and crossed his arms.

“Please continue,” Professor Stein spoke.

Maka nodded and started spinning me again and called out, “Double sided scythe!”

I released my other blade and Maka slowed down, trying to adjust to the other blade. After a moment she stopped spinning me and called out, “Kamas.”

I concentrated and split my physical being into two. I heard a few gasps from the crowd of students who saw that I didn’t have a chain keeping me together.

Maka seemed at a loss of how to use me. When I looked at her, her eyes seemed different. The green was darker and her pupils were bigger. She gasped softly as she stared at me.

“You see it too,” Professor Stein observed. “Their soul became two and they’re connected by their own wavelengths.”

“Throw one,” I instructed Maka, wanting to show off.

“Huh? Why?” she asked.

“Just do it.”

She did as I asked with the part of me that was in her left hand. Before I even hit the ground I pulled myself back toward a surprised Maka. Who almost didn’t catch me.

The rest of the class gasped. Professor Stein’s smile returned, even bigger somehow. I took it as my queue to turn back into my human form. Once I did some people in the class clapped very shortly. I couldn’t help but blush. Maka gave me another smile that I couldn’t help but return it.

“Very impressive (Y/n). Your soul and its wavelength is strong. Not to mention your ability to amplify both yours and your Meister’s and turn it into an attack itself,” the professor said.

“Professor Stein, is that what the energy wave was?” Maka asked.

“Yes,” I answered for him. “I can sometimes do it on my own too, but never that strong.”

She had an amazed look on her face and Professor Stein instructed us to go take a seat so he could continue with his dissection.

I sat down on Maka’s left while the white haired boy sat on her right.

“Hey, I’m Soul,” he introduced himself.

“Soul? As in we all have souls? S-O-U-L?” He nodded at my questions while he and Maka let out a small laugh. “That’s such a cool name!” I continued.

Soul scratched the back of his neck. A light pink dusted his cheeks, making his crimson eyes stand out even more against his pale appearance.

“It was… uhh… pretty cool what you did up there,” he complimented.

“Thank you,” I smiled while some heat rose to my cheeks.

“Liz, Patty, where’s Kid?” Maka suddenly spoke up.

Oh yeah, I forgot that Maka said that he was in this class.

The taller of two girls wearing the matching outfits spoke up, “I believe he went to the library. Said he had to look up something important.” She then continued to paint her nails a tint of purple.

“Do you know what he-” I was cut off by Professor Stein.

“Next person who speaks gets a scalpel in them.”

All of us stopped talking and started paying attention to the lesson.

[queen-parasoul]

Burnout

Summary: All Samson had wanted was to jump on a motorcycle, ride out into the middle of nowhere, and have a life of his own. But like everything with the Medicis, things could never be so simple.

Characters: Samson, Filia, Vitale

Genre: Family/friendship

Author’s Note: This is a fully human AU with no supernatural elements like the Skull Heart.

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There were names for this place on a roadmap. For good reason, “No Man’s Land” was the one that stuck.

A line through a tan blotch on a map did little justice to the scope of the warm arid expanse. Dust and sparse vegetation spread for miles, split by a seemingly endless road. Any rise in elevation rested along mountain ranges barely visible in the shade of night. During the day, the heat could be unbearable, but on nights like tonight the air was pleasantly cool, the sky above cut by the moon and hundreds of stars.

Contrary to popular belief, there were a few dots of civilization around this wasteland. The largest was a modest town, though quiet at this hour. The loudest signs of life came from its outskirts, a dive bar just off the road, parking lot lined with cars and motorcycles illuminated by streetlamps light.

Only people with simple needs or without a future would live out here, and on a Saturday night, this place was full of them. Muffled music played within the walls, briefly leaking out as the front door squeaked open and a brick wall of a man skulked outside.

He looked half like a greaser, in a leather jacket along with a white tank top, jeans and boots. His black hair, styled into a pompadour, led into sideburns then a short scruffy beard, all framing a strong tired face. Before the door slammed shut, he gave a short wave behind him to the patrons inside casting friendly insults and wishing him a good night.

Sober enough to drive, fatigued enough to sleep as soon as he got home. An uneventful end to a Saturday, but a good one in his book.

Walking up to a motorcycle parked in the front lot, he dug through his pockets for his keys when a meek voice addressed him.

“Um, excuse me?”

He looked over his shoulder to find a teenage girl approaching. People around here could be clean-cut, but she stood out, wearing a fresh-pressed button-up blouse and a pleated skirt with a headband pushing back her long blonde hair. He couldn’t help but eye the purse over her shoulder, a designer brand if he wasn’t mistaken. Her face was full of nervous curiosity as she craned her neck a little to look him in the eye.

“Are you Samson?” She asked.

“Who wants to know?”

“…Me?”

That should have sounded like an insult, but her tone showed no indication. He had nowhere pressing to be, so he humored her.

“Yeah, I’m Samson.”

She sighed in relief. “Oh, thank goodness! I thought I’d never find you.”

“You’ve been looking for me?”

“Well yeah, you’re the reason I’m here, after all.”

“Really.” He’d never been called out so politely in a parking lot before. “What for?”

“Well, I thought you’d be at your house, but no one answered, so I came here.”

So she knew where he lived, and when no one was home her first instinct was to check the only bar in town. Either she knew him or just knew what to expect from people who lived around here.

“I get why you’re here, but why were you looking for me in the first place?”

“Well, where else am I supposed to-” She suddenly frowned, “Wait…do you recognize me?”

“Nope.”

Her eyes threatened to mist over, and he didn’t want to stick around for the misplaced waterworks.

“Look, you got the wrong guy.” He started to walk away. “Do yourself a favor and go somewhere worth being.”

Her voice suddenly spiked in frustration. “Samson, it’s me! Filia!”

He froze. Now there was a name.

Memories came rushing back, and as he looked her over again, her features started to fade into familiarity. While her light hair was her mother’s, the dark hue of her eyes was unfortunately like his. The voice was familiar too, if half a pitch lower. The polite demeanor had thrown him off, but if he pictured her a little shorter, with a smug look on her face…

“No way.” He muttered. “Filia?”

The next second, her arms were wrapped around him. “You do remember me!”

He glanced around the parking lot, making sure no one was witness to this awkward encounter then slowly pushed her an arm’s length away. She seemed completely oblivious to his discomfort, smiling ear to ear.

“I can’t believe you got so tall.” She marveled. “And you grew a beard!”

“Yeah, you, uh…you got pretty tall too.” He mustered in reply, still bewildered.

“It’s so good to see you again. I had heard you left the city, but I had no idea you were all the way out here!”

“Well, I wanted a change of pace from New Meridian, and this is where I ended up.” He refocused on the matter at hand. “But never mind that, what are you doing here?”

“Didn’t my Dad tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

They both fell quiet as he waited for an answer. His gaze on her narrowed, and she smiled nervously, searching for the gentlest explanation. Just when he started to feel the rush of an incoming bombshell, she finally spoke up.

“So…” She tapped her fingers together, “Funny story.”

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“Put him on the phone, Vitale.”

“He’s not here.”

“Like Hell he’s not there!”

Samson banged against the wall of an aged phone booth that stood at the edge of the lot, its interior lit by a single flickering lightbulb. It was functional, but the scratched glass struggled to contain both his wild gestures and shouts into the receiver.

“You gotta be kidding me! I haven’t seen him in five years, and he sends me his kid?! He could’ve given me a heads-up at least!”

“You didn’t leave a phone number, Samson.”

He wasn’t about to admit Vitale was right. “Well you still managed to figure out where I was.”

“Marcus already knows where you live. Apparently, he had your address.”

“Yeah, I sent it to him a while ago in case he found any important stuff I missed when I was packing. Guess I forgot to send it to you too.”

Vitale’s voice twitched in annoyance. “How…thoughtful. And yet you didn’t think to send a new phone number?”

“Not important.” Samson diverted. “I don’t even know how you got her out here. I’m surprised she didn’t get kidnapped.”

He glanced over his shoulder. Thankfully, she was still sitting on the curb, patiently sipping a bottle of water.

“We did our best,” Vitale responded, “And she’s a little more capable than she looks. That said, hopefully she’ll be safer in your care.”

“And what am I supposed to do with her, huh? I don’t have any room for her at my place, and I don’t have time to babysit either.”

“She’s sixteen.”

He threw his hands in the air. “Whatever! I haven’t seen her since she was what, ten? I didn’t even recognize her at first, since she’s so…nice. Did she hit her head or somethin’?”

“She grew out of her bad habits, Samson. Most people do that, unlike you.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “How did you even convince Marcus to do this?”

“It was his idea. And it’s more like he wouldn’t be doing this if we had any other choice. Not to mention you owe us after all the trouble you caused before you ran off on us, and after that for that matter. Your departure and little spats with Leviathan came up when we were trying to make peace with the Contiellos, and it did not make us look good.”

“Yeah, well-” He paused and leaned against the phone booth wall. “Wait, what happened with the Contiellos?”

“That’s…not important. The point is, Filia’s there now and she needs somewhere to stay. You don’t even have to bring her home. Once everything has calmed down, I’ll send Cassandra to come pick her up.”

“Oh yeah, Bella!” He snapped his fingers. “How’s she doing?”

“She’s…fine.”

“Good to hear. I guess you’ve been keeping her busy as your little errand girl.”

Samson heard a satisfying sigh from the other side of the line.

“I understand this is inconvenient,” Vitale admitted, “But Filia isn’t safe here right now.”

“Why not?”

“She just isn’t. That’s why Marcus is trusting you with this. Like it or not, he’s doing what’s best for his child.”

“And what would you know about that?”

The air held still on both ends of the line. Samson wasn’t keen on opening old wounds, but Vitale brought out the worst in him. He decided to bite his tongue, and only act defensively, and luckily when Vitale spoke, he chose to resist too.

“Alright, just…listen. You don’t like this. Neither do I or your grandfather or even Marcus and Amelia. But you’re the only one of us who’s left New Meridian, and if anyone still thinks you’re part of the family, they don’t know where you are. You aren’t in danger so long as you’re out there and neither is she. Trust me just this once when I say we have no other option.”

Samson leaned an arm against the glass and stared out at Filia. The longer he did, the clearer his dusty memories became.

“She’s family, Samson. Surely that still means something to you.”

He ran every grating scene of his old home through his head. Every passive-aggressive jab, every pinch of pressure to be someone different, every tireless complaint from every branch of his family tree.

“Fine.” He relented. “But no guarantee she won’t be a heavy drinker by the time she gets back.”

“I guess that’s as much as I can ask for.”

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Filia had just finished her water bottle when Samson returned, an exasperated look still plastered to his face.

“Is everything okay?” She asked.

“Yeah.” It wasn’t, but he rummaged through his motorcycle’s side bag and tossed her his helmet anyway. “We’re gonna head back to my place. You ever ridden one of these before?”

“Nope.”

Of course she hadn’t. With Vitale’s iron fist, it was a miracle he had even touched one when he was sixteen. “Just get on and don’t let go of me once we get going.”

She took a seat sidesaddle on the bike while he started throwing her belongings into the side bag, surprised by how little she had brought for someone living the high life. Knowing the family, he assumed they had just thrown her a few weeks’ allowance instead to save space. (Still more than Samson’s rent, he also assumed.)

“My place is no Medici Tower, but it’s decent.” He continued. “You’re gonna have to sleep on the couch though.”

“That’s okay, I don’t mind. Do you live alone?”

“No, I got a roommate and a dog.”

“Oh…okay.”

And of course she didn’t like dogs. She called them “slobber factories” back in the day, and no matter how different she was now, he could tell that hadn’t changed.

“Well, at least you’ll like my roommate. She’ll be around tomorrow, maybe she can help you get settled in.”

Filia’s eyes twinkled. “‘She’?”

The implication flew high over his head. “Yeah, a friend of mine. We ran into each other a few years back.”

“What’s she like?”

“She’s…nice.”

‘Nice’.  As if she wasn’t going to laugh herself to death when he explained this in the morning. But she wouldn’t be his best friend if she couldn’t be as much of an ass as he was.

Shooing her further back on the seat, he took his place in front and turned the keys in the ignition. The rumble of the engine brought some ease to his anxiety. He couldn’t even begin to think about this whole mess in the long-term. What he needed was a short ride and a good night’s sleep. He’d figure out where to fit her into his life tomorrow.

His mind couldn’t help but wander back to New Meridian. Just from Vitale, he could tell things weren’t perfect with the family. They took a real risk sending Filia out here even if Marcus did trust Samson more than anyone else in the family did.

As much as he tried not to be, he was worried. Vitale, Lorenzo, and all their goons could take a long walk off a short pier for all he cared, but Marcus and Amelia were good people. Not to mention Cerebella – sorry, Cassandra, a fine name even if Vitale acted like he owned it – was still under Vitale’s thumb, probably promoted from doing chores to dirty work that, worst case scenario, could get her hurt.

Funny how Vitale cared more about the precious heiress than he did his own kids. Samson hoped to high heaven it would come back to bite him in the ass.

For the first time in years, a malicious spark lit up in Samson’s eyes.

Maybe there was a silver lining here, more than just another friendly face and at least one housemate who wouldn’t steal his leftovers. There were ways to twist this in his favor, a little more compensation or one final jab for old times’ sake. He’d have to be careful to keep the innocent out of his line of fire, but if he aimed for the right targets….

He had given up on that life a long time ago, and he’d sworn that all the money in the world couldn’t drag him back into it. Even so, that didn’t stop a devious smile from emerging on his face.

He was still a Medici after all, right? And all that was left of that legacy for him now was the spite in his blood.

“Samson?”

He snapped out of his thoughts. “Yeah?”

“Thanks for letting me stay with you. I know it’s pretty sudden and everything.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

“And…I was pretty young when you left, and I know we weren’t the closest,” She hugged Samson so genuinely that he could feel his skin crawl, “But it’s nice to see you again.”

He took a deep strained breath then slowly exhaled. “Damn you, Vitale.”

“Hm?”

“Nothin’.”

He revved the engine and sped off with his cousin into the night, praying to whatever higher power that was listening that there was still booze at home.

[antman-56]

The Long Night Pt. 14

When STRQ entered the peanut gallery, the moment they were visible a large number of students surrounded them.

“THAT WAS AWESOME!!”

“THAT’S A COOL SWORD!”

““HOW ARE YOU STILL HOT?!”

“ARE YOU DATING?”

It all came to a halt as soon as Scarlet walked up to them.

Scarlet : Mr. Xiao Long

Tai froze in place. 

Scarlet : Your team 2 weeks detention starting tomorrow. Report to my classroom 7-B building 2A at 15:00.

Tai : Why?

 Scarlet : 3 weeks and for the reason, the destruction of school property, I am not adding the fact that you continued to beat Theodore due to his semblance.

Jaden : THAT’S BULLSHIT!! HE SHOULD BE SENT BACK TO BEACON.

The room suddenly felt heavy. A sudden pressure was now on everyone shoulders as if all their guilty was making it hard to breathe and stand up right, a few people fell to the floor. 

Scarlet : Are you telling me what to do? Because if I remember correctly (walks up to Jaden who can’t do anything) I am the teacher, not you. 2 weeks detention for your whole team along with team STRQ. 

Jaden : But that’s 

Scarlet : 3.

Jaden stayed quiet.

Scarlet : Now since the Combat Room’s ceiling is destroyed and the glass needs to be replaced, class will resume tomorrow.

 A mix of cheers and groans were made.

Scarlet : That doesn’t mean you will get off easy. I want a 5,000 word essay about the use of Aura with a cited page, otherwise you don’t participate tomorrow  and get a 0. And it will be increased into a 10,000 word essay. NOW DISMISSED!

***Dorms***

STRQ hurried their way to their dorms after Scarlet dismissed them.

It was now group study time.

Raven and Summer were on the computers they checked out from the library, Tai was on his text book to see if they could use some articles, and Qrow was doing a mix of looking through Summer’s notes and throwing spitballs at Tai. 

Tai : Hey babe, any articles about Aura.

Raven : Never call me that and ask Summer, it’s her job. Mine is checking the syllabus. 

Qrow (making a new spit ball) : To find a loophole or something..

Raven : Maybe, I want to pull a Summer.

Qrow fired another spit ball.

Tai then threw the textbook at Qrow. 

Raven : That reminds me, we need to see Willow.

The boys fighting in the background.

Summer : Why?

Raven : To upgrade our gear. I want new dust blades.

Tai (on top of Qrow, about to punch him) : Yeah I want my claws resharpened.

Qrow : Yeah, and Harbinger to.

Summer (groans) : Fine, but after we finish homework and get through tomorrow. Now you two stop fighting, I have the articles and the battle plan.

*** The Next Day***

 Scarlet : Well class, I am glad that the majority of you turned in your papers. However one team is disqualified from the tournament. (she turns to team TRBO). Now team BLAD and team SLVR. go your assigned corner and prepare for combat.

Ben : We’ve chosen our two representatives.

Scarlet : (whispers) Oh, shit (normal) I forgot to mention we are now doing 4 on 4 matches now. The reason being is that the Headmaster wants to see the “Next Generation”.

Both teams didn’t argue and walked to their corners. 

Tai : Well that blows. I wanted to kick ass just by being on my own again.

Raven ( flicking his head ) : Stop being stupid.

Tai : You love it when I am.

Qrow : Gross.

As the team starts chatting, Qrow gets a message on his scroll from an unknown number.

??? : *“We need to talk”

Qrow (texting) : *“Wrong number”

??? : *“It’s Willow”

Qrow : *“Proof, put a spoon on your head”

??? : (Selfie of her with a spoon on her head and glaring at the camera, she has a slight blush on her face for doing something stupid ) * “There”

Qrow : *“Saving this and send the time and place”

Qrow was snickering, saving the scroll number and using the picture as a thumbnail for the number.

Tai : What are you laughing at?

Qrow (looking around to see if Summer was near by) : A way to explain the USB to Summer.

Tai : Willow?

Qrow : Willow.

Both men got up and went to see the next battle.

***10 minutes later***

Team BLAD won, but they cut it real close.

They tried to do the same thing as yesterday, but team SLVR anticipated it.

It was Ben vs Sam. Leader vs leader.

Ben’s Aura was 28% and Sam’s Aura was 25%. Sword on sword action.

Everything seemed to be going good for Sam until the last 10 seconds. For some reason Sam fell to her knees and covered her ears. Ben struck her down, winning the match for team BLAD.

Now it was STRQ’s match against JACB.

Some members of team JACB apeared more anxious than others.

***Red Corner***

Summer : Alright team ready!

Raven : Hell Yeah.

Tai : Do you need to ask Sum.

Qrow : Let’s do it.

Summer : Alright, Phoenix.

*** Blue Corner***

Chip : I want the emo fuck!

Chip was wearing a light blue leather armor, similar to what a soldier would wear in the Atlas infantry.

Blif : No, I get him. You can get the silver eyed bitch. 

Blif wore the same thing as his brother the only thing different instead of the armor being blue it was yellow.   

Jaden : You both can take him. I’ll take the Blond and his girlfriend.

Jaden had dawned a mix of a monk’s attire and Viking. He had a opened robe with the designs of some dead language, the shoulder pads had small spikes surrounding it , he tore off the sleeves and had boxing tape around his fore arm and hands, he wore heavy black boots, his forearms had armor, and he had a headband.

Adam : So, I go for the girl who started it all.

Adam wore a trench coat over reinforced leather armor. His family crest on the back of both the trench coat and armor.

Jaden : Yes and No. Lead her away from her team. Only fight her to repel, well leave her for the end. Now on 3. 1. . . 2. . . 3  URAH!!!

JACB : URAH !!!

The doors opened, the battle has now started.

Tai and Raven were up front, with Qrow and Summer behind them..

Blif and Chip were going to meet them first and Adan and Jaden following.

Tai clashed with chip and Raven with Blif.

Qrow grabbed onto Tai’s shoulders to use as a platform, jumped up into the air, and kicked Jaden.

When Jaden got up he and Qrow began to fight. Adam was about to help Jaden, but was stopped by Summer.

He had his back towards her and she used her crossbow to get his attention. She showed him she was the one that shot him with her weapon, Moonlight.

She ran and Adam followed her all the while yelling, “I got this!!”. 

Raven : Aren’t you the guys that my baby brother beat up?

Blif activated the dust canisters in his shield to push  Raven back, Chip copied his brother.

They looked at each other and smiled.

Chip : Well then,

Blif : That changes things.

They ran at the couple with a new determination.

***Qrow’s Fight ***

Jaden and Qrow were now in an area that resembled a beach.

Jaden was using his batons against Qrow’s sword.

That’s when his foot slipped when he went for a strike.

Qrow took advantage and kicked him to the sidewalk.

Jaden got up just in time to block Qrow’s blade.

Jaden (grunting) : So, your better with a weapon then with your hands.

Qrow (grunting) : I could say the same.

They pushed off each other to gain some distance.

Jaded : Y’know, all of this couldn’t have to be personal, if you kept to yourself, but no you just had to save your girlfriend.

Qrow : She’s not my . . .

Jaden ran up to Qrow , jumped over him and in mid air touched his head.

Jaden (internally) : Nothing’s happening. Maybe if I force it.

Little did they both know, the waves were growing.

***Summer’s Fight***

Summer lead Adam to a forest area. 

She was on a tree top and had a clear view of Adam. She was invisible and had a weapon that made little to no noise.

She fired a bolt and it hit. Adam’s Aura was now 84%.

He took cover behind the closest “Tree” and waited.

Adam : You know hiding isn’t going to . . .

A bolt was next to his head.

Adam : HA. You mis . . . 

The bolt exploded.

*** Raven’s and Tai’s Fight***

The twins were keeping the couple busy.

They made sure not to separate the couple. If Tai activated his semblance they were done, but since he was near Raven she would take a hit of friendly fire.

Chip decided it was time. 

He activated his dust weapons. His sword became longer with an outer layer of ice. The hilt transformed to have a hilt of a snowflake and was now emitting a light blue gas, while his shield started to glow blue.

When Tai blocked the new weapon his eyes went wide, jumped back, and gasped. His Aura dropped to 95%. 

Chip : Freezing isn’t it. That’s a new dust to simulate dried ice. It’s so cold it burns.

He went for the offensive and all Tai could to do was dodge.

His brother followed his example. He activated his dust weapons, his weapon started to glow yellow as well as his shield. Little bits of electricity sparked off of his as a intimidation tactic

Blif threw his shield at Raven, who ducked only to be struck by Blif’s blade. Her Aura dropped to 78%.

She dropped to her knees and was panting heavily. Her muscles were tense, all she could was look up and glare at Blif.

Blif : What’s wrong sweet heart, are you a mute now.

Raven slowly got up, using her blade as a crutch. She then put her blade in her sheath and pulled out a yellow blade. She got into her battle stance and gave the the trademark Branwen smirk.

She was going to enjoy this.

***Qrow’s Fight***

Both fighter were now on the pier of the beach.

Jaden combined his two batons to make a bo staff against Qrow.

Jaden’s Aura was from 87% to 62% and Qrow’s Aura was from 100% to 54%.

Qrow noticed that his bad luck was doubling down. It was like he broke six mirrors, let a family of black cats cross him, and stepped on a crack all at once times 5.

Jaden felt the same. He was making rookie mistakes and hating himself for it. 

The pier they were both on was now was creaking. Any one of their steps could mean their lasts.

Jaden : You just couldn’t have picked another person. I wanted the blonde.

Qrow ignored him and continued to fight.

Jaden’s time for using Qrow’s semblance was almost over, but what was it.

He didn’t get faster, stronger, anything. Hell one semblance let him spit acid, this one didn’t do anything. Nothing!!!

That was when the plank Qrow was standing on broke. 

Jaden went to jab him with his bo staff. He pushed Qrow back to the beginning of the pier.

Jaden : What the hell! What is your semblance?! 

Qrow smirked.

Jaden : My semblance lets me copy the semblances of anyone I touch for a short time. But yours nothing. NOTHING!!!

Qrow chuckled.

Qrow : That explains it. 

Jaden : Explain what?

Qrow just pointed behind them.

Jaden turned around to only see a Tsunami coming. He saw Qrow running away to the buildings and he soon followed.

As he ran, he heard the pier being decimated behind him. Unfortunately, for him the plank he just stepped on just broke. He caught himself only to feel the force of the tsunami.  

“JADEN INGENUUS ELIMINATED”

***Raven’s and Tai’s Fight***

Raven and Tai were now separated. Chip lead Tai into a a frozen tundra area and Raven and Blif stayed in a the middle area.

Blif and Raven were exchanging blades, blow for blow. It was like the both of them knew what the other was going to do.  It was then that Blif parried her oncoming attack that he punched her.

Raven backed away from him to gain distance and got into a new stance. She then noticed he copied her. 

She had a plan.

She ran away, while flipping the bird at Blif. He in turn ran towards her.

Tai was not having the same luck. He has been evading and dodging most of Chip’s attacks. He couldn’t find any openings with the dust shield blocking anything he threw at it. He had his Aura drop to 65% from just doing what he could do. He couldn’t even use his semblance since they were on top of a ice berg. Intense heat and ice don’t exactly go together.

He was now on a thin ice bridge, on top of a raging ice river. If someone drops Aura goes away instantly.

Chip : Hey Blondie, how come your doing nothing? 

Tai exhaled, he really didn’t like being called “Blondie”.

Chip : Doesn't matter. When I’m done here i’ll help my brother. Tag team the emo’s sister. 

He gave Tai a disgusting smile and that broke his thin ice.

Tai had a nerve that he didn’t know he developed. Whenever, anyone talked about his girlfriend like she’s a piece of meat  he would lose his patience faster.

Chip’s smile grew wider. He had the advantage over Tai. He blocked the closest exit off the bridge if it melts, and if he somehow didn’t fall onto the water and make it to the other side then he would have enough time to help Blif with Raven and then Tai.

Tai activated his semblance and ran towards Chip. When he was closer to Chip he let his semblance cut loose. All the ice under the both of them started to melt, along with the dust on Chip’s sword and shield. 

Chip went to defend with his shield to cover his face from the fist that Tai had made. Big mistake. He left himself open and Tai went for a stomach punch. 

Tai ran towards the other side, the bridge finally gave out and was falling. He was at the end of the bridge till he felt a hand grab his leg. Tai fell onto the floor to see Chip.

Chip jumped to grab his leg after he recovered and smiled at the sight of Tai’s shocked face.

“TAIYANG XIAO LONG ELIMINATED”

“CHIP NAVIS ELIMINATED”

***Raven’s Fight***

When the announcement finished, she was pissed off. 

She stopped running and was now in the middle of a dark swamp.

Blif : Give up.

Raven activated her sheath to launch out a blade.

Blif naturally dodged the attack. When he turned to look at Raven she was gone.

“ADAM  DROOM ELIMINATED”

Blif : WHAT?!?! (internally) How was Adam out.

He looked up to see the Aura display. Adam’s Aura was at 15%

The silver eyed bitch was 67% and the emo fuck was at 32%.

When he was done looking at the board, he dodged a Sythe aimed for his head. In that moment he was hit with a series of smoke dust bolts.

His Aura was now at 57% in an instant.

He was panicking. He was alone against three pissed off enemies.

A bolt hit his hand, dropping his sword. He dropped to his knees and rushed to pick it up, when his hand touched the hilt, a foot crushed it.

He looked up and saw Raven with a scowl on her face.

He smiled weakly and got a kick to the face as a reward.

Raven : Get up.

Blif : Hey come on. Make this fair.

Raven responded by striking him across the chest with Omen, dropping his Aura to 39%.

Blif got up from the attack and ran away from her.

When he got to the edge of the swamp forest and into the lava zone. he saw her waiting for him.

Raven : Why are you running? You were talking big just a few minutes ago.

He ran back into the swamp, just to stop when she was a few feet in front of him.

He did this 4 more time till he was tired and he was in the middle of the swamp. 

Raven (walking up to him ) : Give up.

Blif ( close to an anxiety attack ) : How do you even-

He never got his answer, Raven went for him.

She started by striking him 8 times and ended it with a swift kick to the abdomen.

When he hit the closest tree his back was turned to his Aura broke.

“TEAM STRQ VICTORIOUS”

[tjkiahgb]

Episode Recap: 3.10, “The Quacks”

The episode picks up not long after the last episode ended, with Buffy asking her friends just what in the hell that Secret Society scheme was all about.

Her friends, who were super excited to help Walker out last week, waste no time throwing him under the bus now.

Jonah didn’t like the Secret Society stuff.

Cyrus didn’t like the robes.

Andi thinks it was kind of a sick way to ask someone to a dance.

Walker watch out for the bus oh my god he has airpods in he can’t hear us! oh my god!

Buffy reels off a list of the things she didn’t like about what happened: no to surprises, no to being put on the spot, and no to predictability. The candles were cool though.

Andi asks if Buffy still likes Walker and she gives a resounding ehh. Buffy explains that Walker made her shoes like how he made Andi shoes once, a long time ago. Andi thinks that is so wrong. Buffy says it’s his “signature move.” Andi and Buffy imagine Walker’s given shoes to every girl in town.

Am I going crazy here? He’s an artist? He makes artsy gifts for people? This would be like getting mad at Andi for making you a craft gift. It’s what she does! It’s not like Walker’s going around giving everyone cheap store-bought gifts like horrible little gnomes or neon green shoelaces. As long as he didn’t copy the exact mural he made with Andi that one time, what’s the problem? It’s a homemade gift. He had to spend time working on it. It’s still really nice. By this standard, would he have also not been allowed to make a drawing of Buffy as a gift? He’s already done that for Andi so that’s off the table. Find a new way to be creative, Walker. Make a necklace out of discarded soda can tabs or make a headband out of an old belt or something. I know art is your thing, but, sorry, you’ve played that card. It’s over now. Move on.

By the way, Andi and Buffy assume, with zero evidence, that Walker is going around town giving shoes to every girl like an unfixed cobbler in heat. Why?

They also assume all those girls would wear those shoes he gave them as gifts to public places like the school dance, despite not being in a relationship with him. I do feel like most people wouldn’t wear something an ex gave them while currently being in a relationship with another person. That’s so thoughtless. Wear shoes Walker gave you as a romantic gift while hanging out around your current boyfriend? Who in the world would behave like that? That would be crazy. A monument to poor decision making. I simply can’t imagine.

Aaaaaanyway, Cyrus assumes that’s it then. Buffy’s breaking up with Walker. And Buffy’s like, yeah, we’re done. I’m ghosting him. Cyrus tells her that’s not good enough. Talk to him. Break up with him in person.

Feels like Cyrus could save himself a lot of energy by recording a voice memo on his phone that says “YOU HAVE TO COMMUNICATE!” and just playing it for his friends over and over again.

Buffy thinks Walker knows, but Jonah assures her he doesn’t because: “He’s a guy.”

The pinpoint accuracy of those three words rattles Buffy to her core.

At the dance studio, Cyrus... dances?

...has a seizure?

...gets attacked by a swarm of gnats?

...reenacts the Ides of March?

...is possessed by the spirit of an evil marionette?

I’m just not sure.

Amber shows up and asks if he’s rehearsing being electrocuted.

Ah. Damn. That’s a good one.

Cyrus tells her he has to come up with an original dance for his choreography final and perform it. Wild that he’s already got a final exam. His dance class was like a month long. No wonder it seems like all he’s learned to do is flail his arms about. Amber volunteers to tutor him in the art of dance choreography.

Wait, does Amber know how to dance? I mean, I guess she did at the house party that one time. But can she really teach Cyrus to capture the raw, super strange energy of this performance?

I have my doubts.

Over at Bex’s, Bowie presents Andi and Bex with a surprise.

That’s right! A plank!

Andi wants to know who the Quinns are. Bowie thinks they all will be, after the marriage. Bex isn’t so sure. (Maybe hyphenate?) Bowie thinks it’s important, bonding them all together as a tribe, but Bex also thinks it’s important for everyone to choose their own identity. (Hyphenate?) Mack is part of who Bex is. For example, it’s on her bowling shirt. (Hyphenate. Stitch “-Quinn” right on to the end of that bad boy.)

Andi proposes they mash up their names but they realize that would make them the Quacks and abandon that idea so quickly they never even consider they could also become the Mann family, which is pretty sweet.

Back at the dance studio, Amber asks Cyrus to touch his toes. He can’t, but in fairness, he’s only been at this dance thing for like two weeks.

Amber tries to get him to do some moves but Cyrus says it’s too hard, so Amber hair-slaps some sense into him.

At the gym for the first Spikes game, Buffy watches the opposing team warmup and settles into some depressing fatalism.

Her teammate, who the end credits tell me was named Kaitlin, says the team is well-aware of that because Buffy’s been saying it all week. Kaitlin tries to get Buffy to say something that builds confidence in the team but Buffy’s not interested.

The team’s coach shows up.

Her name is Mrs. Deborah Mendenhall. She’s the guidance counselor. She’s also late to the game, knows nothing about basketball, has the gait and posture of an elderly woman, and is dressed like a flight attendant for some reason.

On the bright side, she brought orange slices.

So at least no one will get scurvy.

Kaitlin points out that the good news is they don’t have enough girls to even play. Buffy’s shocked no one else is coming and wants to know why. Kaitlin tells her it’s probably because Buffy’s spent the entire week telling everyone they were going to lose and be humiliated.

Look, say what you will about TJ as a team captain, but he only went after one player on his team. Buffy recruited this girls’ team, then spent several weeks alienating and insulting them and eventually got 2/3s of her team to quit before they even got to play their first game.

I hope she’s cleared her calendar for a ton of redemption arcs.

Buffy says the loss would have been really embarrassing, but now they’re going to have to forfeit, which she feels is way worse.

I disagree. You can forfeit with some dignity. Floundering around the court while the other team beats you down leaves barely any room for that.

It’s like this. Say you’re going to a party, but right before you get there, you get mud all over the back of your pants. Huge stain. Can’t get it out. Just go home, right? Forfeit the evening. You walk into that party and everyone’s going to think you had a horrible accident. You can desperately try to explain it’s mud, or you can try to own it in some weird way I can’t even imagine, but let’s be honest, all you’re going to get is a mean nickname and an unflattering reputation about town.

The lesson, kids, is if you have a chance to forfeit, forfeit.

Buffy decides, instead, she’s going to try calling the team.

Up in the stands, Andi asks Libby if she’s still planning on breaking up with Jonah. Libby is. She then points at Jonah and mimics him texting like a dope. Jonah, who is good at picking up subtle hints, wonders if these two are talking about him.

Buffy has no luck convincing anyone from the team to come get publicly humiliated. I say call TJ. Tell him to grab a wig and race down to the gym. Worth a shot.

Instead Buffy looks into the stands to try and find a replacement. She spots her artsy friend who’s shown almost zero athletic ability over the years...

...and thinks, yep, there’s the ticket.

So, Buffy drags Andi out of the bleachers and to the locker room to change as Jonah and Cyrus head up to sit next to Libby.

Cyrus greets Libby with sign language.

Oh, by the way, Cyrus also knows sign language now. Where did he find the time? I can barely commit to the 10 minute Duolingo Spanish lessons on my phone.

Jonah asks Cyrus to do some translating. He wants to know if Libby is mad at him. Libby wants him to learn sign language. Jonah apologizes through Cyrus, but Libby walks away.

Cyrus tells Jonah texting Libby used to be an okay way to communicate, but now the two have been going out for a while. Perfect opportunity for him to pull out his phone and play the “YOU HAVE TO COMMUNICATE!” message.

Also, a while? It’s not been like, a couple weeks? Cyrus’s dance class is over already, Buffy’s team is just now having their first game of the season, Jonah and Libby have been dating two years and I’ve lost complete understanding of the timeline again.

Jonah says he hasn’t learned because he’s afraid he’ll be bad at it.

Cyrus says it’ll be enough if he’s making the effort, but I just want to put this back on the table: forfeit the relationship. Take your mud-stained pants and go home.

At Bex’s, Bex approaches Bowie to do some compatibility testing of their relationship by asking some big questions and jotting down some answers to compare.

Bowie asks her about calzones. I’ll take this one, Bex. It’s pizza with excess bread. It’s hard to get a good cook on the stuffing. The toppings are rarely dispersed in a satisfying way. Not worth it.

Oh? Guess Bex and I are more compatible than I thought.

Bex wants to play seriously though, so they jump in. Bex asks if Bowie would ever want to have more kids, to which Bowie is like...

I mean, why not? If it all goes wrong, Celia’s still around, right?

Buffy brings her newest basketball recruit out to the gym so the game can finally begin. Things don’t start so hot.

Andi gets a pass and then takes off running with the ball like a halfback on a football team.

She forgot about dribbling. Bad sign. Dribbling is probably the second rule almost all people know about basketball behind knowing that the ball has to go into the basket to score points. God, I hope she remembers that at least.

Things don’t get much better from there. The public humiliation of the basketball team happens just as it was foretold.

Mrs. Mendenhall, meanwhile, spends time handing out snacks to the opposing team.

I’d normally be mad about this but she clearly has too many oranges. There’s only five people on Buffy’s team. Might as well not let them go to waste.

Andi gets the ball again and immediately turns it over.

Buffy was worried about being embarrassed, but honestly, Andi’s taking the brunt of it here. Maybe stop giving her the ball? Save her from herself.

Buffy mercifully calls a timeout to think things over.

She pulls the team into a huddle. They think she’s going to chew them out, but instead, she thanks them for showing up. She apologizes for being a bad captain and says she’s realized losing is not the worst thing ever. It’s great that those who showed up are there and that they’re in the game.

Or, basically, isn’t it nice to just be alive and doing stuff? Which is a decent message for life but a really low bar to hurdle for team sports. Congrats to us all on not dying.

They start playing again with a newfound, joyous outlook. I’m glad they’re happy with this, but their play is hurting me physically.

Kaitlin catches a pass and goes up for a lay-up from about a foot away from the basket and nearly misses not just the hoop, but the entire backboard.

It thuds off the side of the backboard and makes a noise that’s like nails on a chalkboard to me. This should be a wake up call for Kaitlin to get her vision checked. Or some kind of medical checkup. Something’s wrong.

Andi gets a pass, then, for some reason, spins, runs the wrong way, and hucks a wild shot up from half-court at the wrong basket.

It goes in as the game ends. Everyone celebrates for different reasons. I’m light headed.

Are we really sure that wasn’t worse than just leaving early? Are we really going with the lesson here of: “Kids, it doesn’t matter how terrible you do, as long as you do.” I hope no one growing up to be a doctor or pilot feels that way. Please, do those jobs well or don’t do them at all. No one’s gonna cheer you if you put the wrong organ inside your surgery patient or get lost and crash land into the ocean.

At Bex’s, Bex and Bowie review their answers and find themselves to be really compatible.

I think the biggest sign of their compatibility was that neither of them thought to ask the other any of these big, important life questions before agreeing to get married.

Lack of forethought and an improvisational approach to life problems suits them well, I guess.

Jonah meets Libby outside the school. He asks her to teach him sign language in sign language.

If he really wants to learn, he should hunt down the 5th grade teacher who made everyone else so fluent.

Libby agrees to. She tells Jonah she likes him.

Jonah says he likes her, 2. They seem to have reached a good level of understanding in their relationship. Amazing what COMMUNICATION! can do.

At Cyrus’s dance class, Cyrus prepares to deliver his final. Amber psyches him up, he heads out onto the floor, and...

Guys. It’s no good.

I mean, he’s doing this march walk thing.

And this scuba move like he’s dancing at a party from some 1960s beach movie.

And the robot.

His big finale is the sprinkler, of all things...

...followed by the Glee throw-your-fist-up-and-look-to-the-sky move.

I just don’t see how Cyrus passes this.

How do you watch that as a dance teacher and not go, “That was the laziest collection of basic, stock dance moves I’ve ever seen. Did you learn nothing? Did you even practice?”

Is this all another lesson about just showing up and doing a terrible job and being happy with that? Again, it’s good to have a positive attitude, but that’s not going to save your GPA.

At Bex’s, Bowie sits Andi and Bex down for a new surprise.

That’s right. Another plank!

Bowie probably should’ve learned to get everyone on board with his decision first before committing to a plank. That “The Quinns” plank is basically expensive firewood at this point.

But Bowie wins Andi and Bex over with this one.

And the news that he intends to take the Mack last name. It really was a foregone conclusion. Doesn’t he know what show he’s on? It’s called Andi Mack, not Andi Quinn. There’s already all tons of merchandise. What are you going to do, render that stuff worthless? Pfft. Good luck going up against the Disney Corporation’s profits, bud.

Bex wants to know if he’s sure he wants to be a Mack, and deal with all of the things that come with being a Mack. But Bowie’s in.

So, the Quinn names dies with Cookie. Long live the Quinns.

At school, Buffy takes out her phone and makes a call. The person on the other end of the line picks up. Buffy’s like, hey, last time I saw you, I don’t think I handled things very well and can we please meet up to talk?

And who’s on the other end of the call?

This guy!

Oh, who is this guy again? God, it’s on the tip of my tongue. It was a weird name. The kind of name they stopped giving babies in the 1950s.

I wanna say Harry? Ronny? Ralph? Was it Ralph? I feel like there was a Y in there.

Let’s just call him Not Walker for now until I can dig through the Andi Mack wiki for answers.

[chromecutie]

Not A Ghost - part 15

A/N - Multi-part fic. Colossus x OC where OC has come home after being wrongfully imprisoned in the Icebox. Warnings for whole fic - references and flashbacks to harsh prison environment, including various types of abuse. Takes place shortly after events in Deadpool 2. Whole thing will end up on my AO3 eventually.

Taglist: @emma-frxst  @ra-ra-rasputiin  @holamor ​  @empressme-bitch  @marvel-is-perfection  @hazilyimagine ​ @marvel-forever-17 @rovvboat @angstybadboytrash ​ @whitewitchdown ​ @master-sass-blast ​ @mori-fandom @mooleche @dandyqueen . Wanna be added or removed? Holla at me.

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The first practice session with the lightbulb wasn’t a total bust, Rhonda swore to herself. She blew through a good chunk of the playlist, enjoyed a lot of the music, and had been able to make the bulb flicker with more regularity. Some of the flickers were even reasonably bright, but she couldn’t keep it steadily lit. If nothing else, the music kept her from getting too frustrated and smashing the bulb on the floor. Slipping it back in its box, Rhonda decided to call it a night before her husband came looking for her, hoping she could keep him from asking to see her progress.

Retracing their steps back toward the kitchen, Rhonda took in details about the house as if they were new--and some details were new. Old wallpaper had been replaced in some spots, mismatched but with the closest replica prints anyone could find. In some hall that had classrooms, Rhonda walked by a big glass case and had to stop. 

It was her. 

There was a large framed photo of her from her earliest days as official X-Men. It had been taken eleven or twelve years ago. Younger Rhonda was beaming proudly in her yellow uniform, striking a pose that was as noble and heroic as it was plain goofy. One hand was on her hip and the other straight over her head, blasting an arc of blue-green lightning, and one leg stretched in a high kick with pointed toes. Her hair was pulled back in a dyed blue-green ponytail--with bangs.

“They had to pick a picture with bangs, huh?” Rhonda muttered.

Neatly folded on a shelf under the photo was her spare uniform. The case was a memorial. The photo was flanked by plaques that told how Rhonda Reese Rasputin was “lost in the line of duty” and some poetic phrasing about knowing the cost of mutant safety and how important it is to be part of X-Men. Rhonda rolled her eyes. “Who wrote this? Fucking Scott?”

A few of her personal items were in the glass case--some black leather dance shoes, sketches Piotr had drawn of her, and a lot of photos of her with friends and students she tutored. Lots of smiles, lots of shenanigans. There was one from Halloween one year where Piotr had worn a long blonde wig, a pink dress, and carried Rhonda in a bag with a puppy ear headband and a black nose painted on her face. She remembered how hard she’d had to convince him to be Paris Hilton, and when he finally agreed, she used it as proof that he liked her and asked him on their first date. There was also one of her favorite photos from their wedding. They had their pieces of cake and Rhonda stretched on tiptoe to shove a piece in Piotr’s mouth. There was buttercream frosting smeared on half her face; Piotr had tried to give her too big a piece, and half of it had fallen right back onto the plate.

Rhonda chewed her lip, emotions surging, but hard to identify. Was she touched? Angry? Sick? Betrayed? She couldn’t even decide if she felt one emotion or everything at once. She blew a big huff and kept walking for the kitchen.

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The next few days followed a pattern. Rhonda tried to be social, but sometimes someone would say or do something or move or stand in a certain way that made her lungs freeze, ready to fight. Then, humiliated, she would hide in her room, the gardens, or her practice room for a few hours. Every day, she spent time with that damn lightbulb, and every day didn’t quite get it to stay lit. At night, she would have some quiet time with Piotr in their bedroom before taking a sedative and fall into (hopefully) dreamless sleep. The times she skipped or forgot the sedative, she would wake up in a cold sweat, trying to fight Piotr until she remembered where she was. The bruises, scabs, and calluses faded, the dark circles under her eyes lifted, her coloring started coming back. She looked more like a person and less like some creature that hadn’t seen the sun in half a decade. But the general hardness in her expression remained.

Piotr did his best. He spoke with their closest friends and X-Men teammates and gave them a brief rundown of what she had been through, so she wouldn’t have to answer the same questions over and over. He laid down a few new rules:

If you’re a telepath, keep your mind a mile away from Rhonda’s. For the love of everything good, if you do read something in her mind, don’t comment on it.

Don’t startle her. She will fight.

Don’t ask about the tattoos or scars.

Don’t comment on how strong and gifted she used to be, or how she’s lost her gifts now.

These things seemed like common sense, but after the incident with Cable, and how Scott tried to push for a full debrief directly from Rhonda, Logan tried to crack a joke about her tattoos, and Kurt tried to prank her out of old habit, and nearly got a shiv in his gut for it, Piotr felt a need to establish some rules to make things easier on everyone. Also, no one knew when she made or started carrying a shiv around the house, or where she kept it on her person. 

A mission or two came up for the X-Men, but Colossus didn’t go. He felt it was still too soon to leave his wife for an indefinite length of time. So, they managed without him.

Of the veteran X-Men, Ororo was the most helpful. She and Rhonda were close friends, and used to train together all the time. With some persuading, Rhonda agreed to let Ororo work with her in the makeshift practice room, but she still wouldn’t set foot in the Danger Room.

“What is it, Rhon?” Ororo asked during a practice session. “Yesterday you were so close to having a steady light, and today it seems like you’re not focusing.” She kept a respectful distance, hands on her hips in a relaxed posture. 

Rhonda puffed out her cheeks in a sigh and turned the lightbulb over in her fingertips. She struggled to find words, “It’s just...I didn’t think about how hard it would be. Coming home.”

Ororo said nothing, patiently waiting for her friend to continue. 

“I didn’t even know how long I had been gone, and I come home and Piotr’s got a girlfriend and he seemed happy with her. And Ellie’s an adult now, and I just...is there even room for me in these people’s lives anymore?” She paced the room. “It’s just so messy and fucked up, should I not have come home?”

Frowning with concern, Ororo tilted her head and reached to touch Rhonda’s shoulder, “Oh, honey, you can’t think like that. Listen, nobody is happier to have you home than Piotr and Ellie. And me. You have to know that.”

Rhonda stared past the bulb in her hand at the floor. When she met Ororo’s eyes again, she said, “Come see.” With a beckoning twist of her hand, she led Ororo to the glass case that had the memorial.

They looked at it together, Rhonda taking in new details she had missed before. Near her dance shoes was her favorite hoodie she used to wear to warm up for dance. There were a handful of mix CDs--from back when people did that. One of the photos was of her and Ellie as a kid, when they had painted their nails black together. Rhonda clenched her jaw, grinding her teeth before saying quietly, “The other day, Piotr told me he will always regret that he gave up looking for me.” She tapped a fingernail on the glass at the photos of her early X-Men days. “But it wasn’t just Piotr. Everyone gave up on me. You all were picking out flowers and an empty casket to bury and what crappy pictures to put in this thing and I was--I fucking--” she huffed, then sniffed. “I fell for some shitty deals, is what I did. This inmate or that guard promised to get a message outside for me, and they didn’t, they were never going to.” Rhonda shook her head, voice dripping with venom. “I still fell for it every. Single. Time. Like a fucking idiot.” 

Ororo noticed the lightbulb in Rhonda’s hand as it hung at her side. It was glowing, and only getting brighter.

Rhonda read from one of the plaques, “The worst day on the job is when not everyone makes it home.” She rolled her eyes, “Please. Did Scott write this?”

“I did,” Ororo replied, hurt.

Rhonda slapped her free hand flat on the glass, mouth twitching. “I’m still living the worst day on the job! The one time I really needed the giant X on my chest to protect me--” she rapped her knuckles on the glass in front of her old uniform, her volume climbing “It didn’t. In fact, it made things worse.”

She raised her right hand, only now noticing the bulb was glowing bright enough to make Ororo squint. Pushing up her sleeve with her left hand, to show the Xs on her forearm, she shouted, “Do you see these fucking--”

The lightbulb shattered, sparks flying.

Ororo was quick to shield her face, but a few shards of the glass nicked Rhonda’s cheek, only narrowly missing her eyes. Blood beaded and trickled in thin rivulets from the nicks. They both froze, looking from the metal fitting in Rhonda’s hand to the tiny shards on the floor to the big framed photo with the lightning spiking from her extended hand. 

“You lit it,” Ororo said.

Rhonda tossed the fitting into the trash can across the hall, scowling when she returned to the case. “I want my stuff out of here.”

Brushing back her white hair, Ororo nodded, “I think I have keys.” On her big key ring of work keys, she found the one that opened this case and slid the front panel open. 

While Rhonda snatched her dance shoes, hoodie, Piotr’s sketches, CDs, and most of the photos, Ororo made a small whirlwind just powerful enough to pick up the shards of the lightbulb to bring them to the trash as well. Rhonda was right behind her with the plaques and framed photo.

It hurt to see her friend so angry, even though she knew it wasn’t just about the plaques Ororo had written. She stopped her before she could shove them into the trash with a vengeance, “Wait.” She held out her hands for the plaques, and Rhonda begrudgingly handed them over. When she raised the photo to dump it, Ororo said, “Piotr picked that picture. He said it was his favorite.” Her eyes welled up with tears. Cradling the plaques in one arm, she swiped away tears with her free hand. “He told me that was the day he knew he was in love with you.”

Rhonda lowered the photo and looked at it again. Those bangs were terrible, the hair dye wasn’t fresh, but the young woman in the photo was so excited to work on a team and make the world safer for mutants, and to do it alongside her best friend and the man she loved. That young woman was so sure of her purpose, and nobody could shake her from it. Rhonda’s throat closed up as she fought to not let any tears slip. She didn’t mean to rage at her best friend like this, or trash her friends’ well-meaning sentiment. She was just tired of feeling broken and weak. After a few long breaths, she handed the photo over to Ororo. 

“No one would fault you for being angry,” Ororo watched Rhonda gather her things, and her moment of hesitation before grabbing the uniform. “We were wrong. We messed up. That hurts. But we’re doing our best now.” She sniffed and wiped away another streak of tears.

Rhonda nodded slowly. She took the rest of the photos from parties and tucked all the flat things between her hoodie and the dance shoes. The glass case was empty except for a little dust and a few dead spiders. “I’m done with memorials.”

That much was loud and clear. “I’ll put these somewhere else,” Ororo nodded. “What about your face?”

It took Rhonda a minute to realize her face was bleeding from when the glass hit her. She rolled her eyes and shrugged, “What’s another scar?” 

“Clean it at least, please, Miss Rub-Some-Dirt-In-It.” They both chuckled, then an encouraging smile spread over her face. “Hey Rhonda? You lit the bulb.”

Rhonda beamed, glancing away and back to Ororo before whispering, “Yeah,” as if saying it aloud would jinx it. She hugged her things to her chest, and headed back to her room.

[xshadowmonx]

I saw this and I thought it be fun to start getting my Tumblr up and running ahha

1. What’s your name?

“My Name is Akano Mamoru and don’t you forget it haha!”

2. Do you know why you were named that?

*Akano pauses and starts thinking for a moment*

“To be honest, I have no idea why my creator would call me that name... Hey! Creator dude! Why did you give me this name?!”

*No response*

“I guess he doesn’t know either....”

3. Single or Taken? If you are taken, who is it and can they join us in our questionnaire?

“Oh yeah I’m taken, sorry ladies, but this guy is dating the best girl in this world and her name is-“

*Nejire jumps in* “JOHN CENA!”

*John Cena theme plays in the background*

Akano: “Isn’t she the best?❤️

4. Have any abilities or powers?

Akano: “Oh hell yeah! My quirk is called retaliation! Any damage I take helps boost me up in strength. However, the a percentage of damage I could take makes my eye color change as well.

5. Stop being a Mary Sue!

Akano: “Who the hell is Mary Sue?”

Nejire: “No babe. A Mary Sue means seemingly perfect fictional character that can usually perform better at tasks than should be possible given the amount of training or experience, and usually are able through some means to upstage the main protagonist of an established fictional setting, such as by saving the hero.”

Akano: “Did you pull that off of Wikipedia?”

Nejire: “Yup!” *Smiles happily*

Akano: “You are so cute, and to answer that, well it ain’t my fault I’m the best and perfect character you’ll ever meet.”

Nejire: “Says the one who still doesn’t know how to do laundry and clean the dishes.”

Akano: “But it’s so boooooooring ughh.”

6. What’s your eye color?

Akano: “My eyes are brown, but like I mentioned before they can change depending on the amount of damage I take.”

7. How about hair color?

Akano: “Red! Like my power and bloodthirsty rage for victory!”

Nejire: “Hehe more like a hot headed child at times.”

Akano: “Hey! I’m not a child.” *crosses his arms and pouts*

8. Have any family members?

Akano: “Well... I have my Mom. Oh I have my Uncle Aizawa, but he isn’t really my uncle though. It’s a long complicated story.”

*Mirio in the back* “Hey! Don’t forget us bro!”

Akano: “Oh yeah! Nejire, Mirio, and Tamaki are like family to me, and I’ll defend them with my life.”

9. Oh how about pets?

Akano: “Well... no not really haha, least that I know of. I think we have a cat, but I know my creator has a dog.”

Nejire: “Ooooo! I wanna see it!”

Akano: “I’ll show you later, it’s super cute!”

10. That’s cool I guess, Now tell me something you don’t like.

Akano: “I don’t like waffles.”

Nejire: *coughs* “Liar.” *coughs*

Akano: “Ok fine. I honestly hate drama and I hate manipulative people. Oh I also hate losing.”

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?

Akano: “I love training, fighting, and writing. I love watching Anime and reading as well, but the number one thing I love doing the most is cooking pancakes!”

Nejire: “I love Akano’s Pancakes! They are so good!”

12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before?

Akano: “Of course! I kick people’s ass all the time!”

Nejire: “Yeah... after they beat you up.”

Akano: “Well... you aren’t wrong.”

13. Ever... killed anyone?

*Both stayed quiet and confused*

Both: “Thank you, Next!”

*Both look at each other*

Both: “Ayyyyy!” *High fives each other*

14. What kind of animal are you?

Akano: “I am a bear! I’m hella grizzly and strong!”

Nejire: “And He is so fluffy and soft to cuddle with hehe.”

*Akano blushes intensely and looks away for a moment*

15. Name your worst weakness

Akano: “Well... my worst weakness is my own quirk’s drawback. You see after taking so much damage I store up a lot of energy from them. However, after that energy runs out, I take all the pain I got and it’s either double, tripled, or hell even quadrupled in pain. Which means I could end up immobilized for a while or I’ll be passed out if I use up to much. There is another factor to it all. Depending on how long I use the power, whether it’s 2 minutes or 1 hour, it will be the indication of how intense the pain will be, so if it’s 2 minutes, the pain is spiked up to the max and will last all 2 minutes, but if an hour then the pain ain’t as bad as the 2 minutes. You feel me?”

*Nejire eyes widen with amazement*

16. Do you look up to anyone?

Akano: “Normally I’d say All Might like many others, but there was this hero my Mom would tell me about. Her name is Nana Shimura, and there was this one quote she would say... ‘In this world, the ones who are smiling are the strongest.’ I don’t know where she heard that, but man... that quote was forever embedded in my mind and became my motivation to keep smiling even through the worst of situations.” *Showing off a big smile*

*Nejire shows of a big smile too with delight*

17. Are you Straight, Gay, or Bi?

*Akano and Nejire look at each other and then back at the guy*

Akano: “I’m gay for Mirio and Tamaki.”

*Mirio in the back* “Hell Yeah!”

Akano: “But in all seriousness, I’m straight.”

Nejire: “Hi Straight! I’m dad!” *Starts giggling*

Akano: “Babe... really? Dad jokes? THAT’S MY THING!”

18. Do you go to school?

Akano: “Yup! Third year at U.A high with Her and my two other friends.” *points to Tamaki and Mirio*

19. Ever want to marry and have kids one day?

*Akano blushes and looks at Nejire as she takes his hand, smiling at him*

Akano: “One day.”

*Mirio in the back* “Awwwwwwww! I ship these two so hard!”

*Akano and Nejire blush and start laughing*

20. Do you have Fanboys/Fangirls?

Akano: “You know, I would never imagine me of all people to have fans at all. Frankly, I don’t even see them as fans. I see them as friends and close companions that I am truly blessed to have met them. If you guys are reading this, just know I’m blessed and happy to have met you.”

21. What are you most afraid of?

Akano: “I’m scared... of being forgotten. I’m scared to lose everything I have worked for and been brought up with. I love everyone and everything I had met or achieved, so I’m afraid to lose em all.”

*Tightens grip of Nejire’s hand*

22. What do you usually wear?

“Anything comfortable really. From sweats and T-shirt to a suit, but I never EVER forget my headband!” *points to the headband*

23. What’s one food that tempts you?

Akano: “Pancakes.”

24. Am I annoying you?

Akano: “Nope! This is actually pretty fun haha especially with the 3 most important people here.”

*Mirio in the back* “He is talking about us! Woohoo!”

25. Well, it’s not over.

Akano: “Let’s get this bread then!”

26. What class are you in? (Low class, Middle class, high class)

Akano: “I’m in class 3-B

Nejire: “Me too!”

*Awkward silence*

27. How many friends do you have?

Akano: “I have too much to count, but they know who they are and how important they are to me.”

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

Akano: “Its hella yummy!”

Nejire: “Oooo I love pie!”

29. Favorite drink?

Akano: “I love Jasmin tea.”

Nejire: “Me too! I forgot I got you into it.”

Akano: “It works so well for my stamina!”

30. What’s your favorite place?

Akano: “My bed.”

31. Are interested in anyone?~

*Akano and Nejire look at each other*

Both: “I’m interested in him/her.” *Pointing to each other*

32. That was a stupid question.

Akano: “Naaaaah reeeeseally? I had no idea.”

Nejire: “Babe be nice!” *smacks Akano on the back of his head*

Akano: “Ow! That hurt!”

33. Would you rather swim in a lake or an ocean?

Akano: “I’d rather swim in a lake. I heard there are monsters in the ocean.”

Nejire: “What about the Loch Ness monster? That lives in a lake.”

Akano: “Well Yeah, in Loch Ness up in Scotland.”

Nejire: “Ooooooh.”

34. What’s your type?

*Akano points to her*

Akano: “Any and everything about her.”

*Nejire blushes and starts laughing*

35. Any fetishes?

Akano: “Nejire Hado. Her butt, her boobs, her thighs, and especially her-“

*Nejire smacks Akano’s head* “Akano!”

Akano: “Ow! Hey! I was just gonna say your personality.”

Nejire: “O-oh... sorry.”

36. Camping or Indoors?

Akano: “Honestly, both. I love the outdoors and indoors all the same.”

37. Are you a gamer? If so, what’s your favorite video game?

Akano: “Big time, and my favorite game is both Monster Hunter and For Honor.

38. On a scale of 1 to 10, how do you view yourself on your appearance?

Akano: “I say personally a 6 or a 7.”

Nejire: “There are a lot of girls who drool over you babe.”

Akano: “Wait really? I didn’t even notice.”

39. Alright we are almost done here, just one more question.

Akano: “Aww man so soon? Well it was fun while it lasted. Hit me with that last question.”

40. Are you a virgin?

*Akano turns red a bit*

Akano: “Well umm.... yes.”

Nejire: “He so pure hehe.”

41. Well that is all the time we have for today, thank you so much for your time and thank you for answering all these questions.

Well I hope you all liked reading it haha

Art by: https://www.facebook.com/miconomicon/

[ebhenah]

Spirit Week (Voltron Fanfic)

Fictober 18 Day 15

Voltron fanfic featuring Klance future family (as seen in "Forts" from Day 11) FLUFF

Minor S07 Spoilers

Rating- Pg (minor language, same sex couple)

Prompt: "I thought you had forgotten."

Halloween was one week away and for some reason, this year, everything was beyond busy. The little school on board the Atlas had chosen this week to be 'spirit week' and the preschool had joined in- which meant that three of their four kids had different thematic activities every. Single. Day. If that wasn't busy enough, there were Coalition meetings every single afternoon that required the full complement of Paladins and MFE pilots to be in attendance. Plus, Thace had been sick the week before and was trying to catch up on his missed work, AND Kashi was teething.

All those things combined had left both Keith and Lance wrung out and twitchy Keith loved their life, and most of the time they did a great job juggling work, family, friends, and couple time. But, every now and then, everything seemed to happen all at once. It didn't help that Lance insisted that McClains went ALL OUT for Halloween, and that making sure the kids got to fully participate in all the 'fun' school activities was important to Keith. He remembered how much he'd hated it when he was in the system and his foster parents, or group home workers couldn't be bothered to make sure that the kids in their care were wearing silly socks, or all blue, or dressed as their favorite story book character, or whatever. It sucked to be singled out for not doing the fun stuff, and Keith wanted to make sure that his kids never knew what that felt like.

So, on the weekend they'd prepped for each and every day. Monday- crazy hair day. Easy- Talia and Rai had long hair and Lance had grown up with sisters, so he was a whiz at that. He'd made tiny little buns all over Rai's head, then added pipe cleaner legs and googly-eyes stuck to bobby pins to turn them all into spiders. Talia's hair was pulled into a high ponytail and threaded through a thoroughly cleaned pop bottle with strategic holes to pool in a plastic drinking cup stuck to a headband. Thace's hair was shorter and paler, so he got spikes and colored hairspray. Done. The kids were thrilled and Lance had taken about 400 pictures of them before they'd left their quarters.

Tuesday was color day. Each class was assigned a color, and the kids dressed head to toe in it. More colored hair spray, and a deep dive into the McClain's family hand-me-down bins had outfitted Thace in "lime" (seriously, though? Lime? Not just green? Why so specific?) and the twins in "purple". Talia had been thrilled, purple was currently her favorite color. Again, leaving the quarters took longer than usual because of the photoshoot with Lance.

Wednesday had been 'silly socks'. That had required an actual shopping trip, and not only had they worn the silly socks on their feet, Lance's sister had shown the kids how to cut socks into fingerless gloves… which was cute, but had led to far too much teasing about his own teenaged fashion choices for Keith's liking.

Thursday was 'dress as your hero day', and when they'd gotten to school, a good 75% of the kids were dressed as Paladins, which was sweet and heartwarming (and led to about a million pictures, since Lance had INSISTED that they bring the kids to school wearing their armor). However, none of THEIR kids wanted to dress up as the Paladins of Voltron. Their parents and honorary aunts and uncles were definitely not 'cool' enough to be their heroes. Oh no- he and Lance had had to put together one Bi Boh Bi costume (Talia had been unable to explain to either of them WHY Bi Boh Bi was her hero, but he suspected she just liked yelling the name at the top of her lungs), one King Alfor costume (thankfully Coran had stepped in to help for that one), and one Kosmo costume. He wasn't cool enough for his actual son to consider his hero, but their space wolf WAS, go figure. Although, honestly, he was just glad none of them had wanted to dress up as Uncle Shiro with his 'cool arm' or Kolivan.

Friday felt like a gift to the parents after all the work of coming up with hero costumes- Pajama day. It should have been easier than it was. None of their three wanted to wear 'boring old' pjs, they all wanted new onesies in very specific themes (and yes, he realized his kids were spoiled… but they were perfect and they deserved to be spoiled and that was final). Of course, none of them had mentioned THAT until they were sitting down to supper on Thursday, and there was nowhere on the Atlas to get that kind of thing, so all six of them ended up on the surface, well past bedtime, with a cranky, teething baby, shopping for footie pjs: one alicorn (very specific- an alicorn has both a horn AND wings. If only one was present it was either a unicorn, or a pegasus- the things you learned from a four year old), one shark (because Thace was basically just 'Lance, the sequel' at the moment), and one 'scary halloween skulleekin' (that was too cute to ever be corrected- if Keith had his way, Rai would be calling skeletons 'skulleekins' until he was 50)... and OF COURSE as soon as Lance saw that they made them in adult sizes, he insisted on getting them pjs, too. A penguin one for Lance, and a purple hippo one for himself. Even Kashi got one- his was a panda, and even Keith had to admit their little roly poly drool machine made the cutest panda ever.

Spirit week cost a small fortune… but the kids had been thrilled, which was what really mattered. It was just that between all that, AND the meetings, AND taking turns walking the halls with a howling infant every night, AND making sure they were all ready for the shockingly long list of Halloween-themed activities Lance's family had as traditions in the latter half of October, Keith really just wanted… like… a nap. Not even a long one. Just like, half an hour of solid sleep, without being chewed and/or drooled on by their youngest. He was seriously cute. Absolutely loveable… The apple of his daddies' eyes… but right now he was a slobbery mess who really needed to let his parents rest before they went completely off their rockers.

So, he'd been absolutely overjoyed when he'd gotten a text from Lance letting him know that Veronica had volunteered to take Kashi for the night, and that the other kids had all been packed off to sleepovers with various teammates. Talia at Shiro's, Thace at Pidge's, and Rai at Hunk's. All he could think about was how good it was going to feel to sleep through the entire night and wake up rested- and free of baby drool. Man, parenthood really changed your perspective on how to spend a night off.

He was barely awake when he reached their quarters. He hardly even recognized that he was hungry until he smelled the food that was waiting for him, which brought him up short. He took a deep breath, letting the aroma fill him. Lance had cooked. Not only that, Lance had cooked his absolute favorite Cuban meal, a secret family recipe for pernil relleno de moros y cristianos. If he was really lucky there would also be croquetas and Cuban corn on the cob. Special occasion cooking.

"It smells AMAZING in here, babe," he called out, toeing off his shoes and hanging up his uniform jacket. He picked up a few stray toys on his way through the living room, tossing them into the toy box with practiced ease. "I can't believe you cooked! How did you have the energy to cook?"

He rounded the corner and was caught up in a warm, lingering kiss from his husband, who took one look at his surprised face and chuckled. "Mmhmm, just what I figured. It's been so busy this week… no one would believe me when I told them I thought you had forgotten. But I know you. I knew it. You've barely stopped moving in days. You are running on autopilot. Babe, what's the date?"

Keith blinked at him, confused. "Umm… it's Friday," he started, glancing around for some kind of clue. He knew it wasn't their anniversary- they'd gotten married in June, and he NEVER forgot that… but Lance was one of those romantics that remembered every little milestone- although thankfully, he never expected Keith to remember the little ones. Finally, his eyes lit on the counter and the few small wrapped gifts that sat next to his favorite Hummingbird cake. "Shit… I can't believe I forgot."

Lance just laughed, handing him a drink and steering him to a seat at their table. "Yeah. Of course I cooked… AND made sure we had the night to ourselves. Happy Birthday, babe. Love you so much."

Keith snaked his arm around Lance's waist and pulled him into his lap, "how did I ever luck into marrying you? You're amazing, I can't believe you did all this! Thank-you." He took his time kissing his husband, wanting to make sure that there wasn't even the tiniest shred of a doubt in Lance's mind about how much Keith loved him and loved the life they'd built together.

[dizzydancingdreamer]

Do u have any tvd requests or wips rn? Xx

Just for you here’s part of the Mikaelson Brothers x Hogwarts fic that I simply couldn’t help myself from writing. It’s got hints of like every kind of supernatural thing I could think of. It’s got soulmate AU vibes hardcore. I just really simped for this and hopefully it’ll be done soon but I daydream this one a lot so the writing process is waaaaay extended (I know lol, I truly am pathetic) Xx 

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“There you are, sweetheart,” her gentle voice breaks through you dreams, pulling you from the same scene you’ve grown used to seeing for the last couple weeks, “you’re going to miss dinner sleepyhead.”

You awake to a familiar picture: your books sprawled across a desk in the middle of the library and a fiery redhead with a soft smile holding a semi-crumpled cardigan towards you. Her eyes twinkle with laughter and familiarity. This isn’t the first time Arabella has found you asleep after you told her you were going to be studying. When you look down at your divination textbook you notice a small pink smudge from your cherry lip gloss. You wipe your fingers around your lips, collecting the rest of your smeared makeup.

You stifle a yawn, stretching your limbs out with a soft groan, “shoot, I fell asleep again. What time is it, Ari?”

“Quarter to six, hun,” she reaches out to brush some fallen hair out of your eyes, “we should really get a move on. Are you feeling okay?”

You nod, this time the yawn interrupting any intention to answer that you had. Your head buzzes lightly with the remnants of your dream. For weeks you’ve felt something on the horizon, something meant just for you. Three pairs of brown eyes and the warmest feeling in your chest. It’s the same feeling you’ve been waking up with every night, if not a touch stronger this evening. You don’t mind it though, it layers a warmth to your bones that this winter in the castle has stripped from you.

“I haven’t been sleeping too well lately is all,” you let Arabella help you slip your cardigan back on, straightening it and your tie, evening the yellow and gray stripes. 

Her hands still against your shoulders, her concerned green eyes meeting your own half open ones, “still having those dreams, sunshine?” 

You nod once more, sagging slightly from the weight of your tote when she loops it over your shoulder. Your skin tingles with slight electricity, lulling your already fuzzy brain into a deeper haze. You tug your sleeves over your hands, scrunching your fingers into a fist to try and regain some awareness.

“Hmm,” Arabella pushes the same strand of hair from your forehead again, removing her headband and putting it on you instead to keep your unruly strands in place, “remind me to make you some tea before bed. I have some herbs from the greenhouse that might help with them. Let’s go get some food into you first though, ok?

She links her arm through yours, pulling you alongside her towards the dining hall. The corridors are mostly empty, spare a few behind students. Much like yourselves, they hurry in the same direction, following the wafting smell of roasted chicken and pumpkin pie. You can’t help but shiver as you watch them rush, feeling like someone forgot to tell you something. As if everyone knows a secret that you very well must have snoozed through.

“Hey Ari,” you tug lightly on her sleeve to get her attention, “why is everyone in such a hurry? Did I miss something?”

She looks confused for a moment, her button nose scrunching tight before her mouth falls open, “oh yes, that’s right! I forgot to tell you! Some seventh year prefects overheard McGonagall talking about some exchange students from Ilvermorny. They’re supposed to be here for dinner!”

Your skin crackles with electricity, the air static with anticipation, “Ilvermorny? They’re from America?”

She nods her head cheerfully as the two of you approach the towering doors of the dining hall, “I know, it’s crazy right?”

You can hear the buzz of activity emitting from the hall before you cross the corridor, a dull roar that lights you with an even mixture of excitement and nervousness. 

“They certainly think so,” you motion to the giggling fourth year girls who scurry past you, their chatter no doubt about the possibility of Hogwarts’ newest additions. 

The current coursing through your body sings when Arabella pulls you through the doors. The dining hall is a flurry of activity, each house no doubt wondering if they’ve gained any new members tonight. The thought of some new Hufflepuffs warms your heart. You haven’t had any new faces around in ages it feels like. You let her lead you to a few seats left open near the front of the hall, next to the small stage.

You fall into your seat with a sigh, graciously accepting the plate of food Arabella hands you. How she made it so quick you aren't sure. Magic probably, that would make the most sense. When you glance over at her she has her wand out, levitating food onto her own plate. She always puts you ahead of herself, something you can't help but feel bad about sometimes. Regardless, it warms your heart immensely to be lucky enough to have such a caring best friend. You catch her eye and she passes you a loving smile and a wink before lowering her plate. 

As you take the first bite of your pumpkin pie, ignoring the nudge you get for eating your dessert first, Headmistress McGonogal taps her wand to the podium in front of her.

“Students,” she clears her throat, waiting for the noise in the great hall to quiet, “as quite a few of you have already heard by now,” she searches you all with a glint in her eye, a small smile on her lips, “we have a few students joining us.”

The great hall buzzes at her admission, a current running through the entirety of the student body and, most of all, you. Your head feels like it’s spinning. Like you’ve just drunk a litre of fire whiskey and that if you stand up there’s a good chance you’ll fall right over. You drop your fork but the clatter it makes doesn’t register with you as much as it should. Arabella looks over at you, clearly worried, and raises her eyebrows, placing a warm hand on your back. 

As you go to shrug your shoulders at her, the doors to the great hall open once more, “ah, and here they are! Please, everyone, show them your warmest welcome. They have come a long way, all the way from Ilvermorny in the United States.”

McGonogal continues to speak about Hogwarts and its connection to Ilvermorny but her speech is drowned out by cheering from all over the great hall. Well, you’re pretty sure it is. Your pulse is thundering so loudly in your ears that you can’t hear much of anything at all. Arabella stares at you still, growing more and more scared as the seconds pass. You think you say something, you open your mouth at least, but whatever words come out of your mouth don’t reach your ears. Arabella’s hand tightens her grip.

You close your eyes, squeezing them shut tightly, desperately willing your senses to go back to normal. It almost works too but then you breathe in and are hit with three scents so hard that you almost vomit. Not because they’re terrible, though, they’re anything but. No, you almost puke because of how fast you’re swamped in pine and buttery leather and the entire damn sea and how quickly it makes your heart rate spike. Are you having a heart attack? What is going on?

When you open your eyes the great hall is spinning and you know for a fact that you’re the only one experiencing this carousel ride. You have to get out of here. You push away from the table, standing on legs much too shaky for your own good. Arabella calls your name and it sounds like she’s behind a thick sheet of glass. The trees and leather and sea wraps around you again and your knees almost give out. There’s only one thing you can think to do and you don’t hesitate to do it. You run like hell.