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niksixx · 3 years

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Plus One

FINALLY!!! After a few months’ hiatus, I am proud to announce the ending of Plus One. It has been a pleasure writing this for you. Please enjoy part 7, and don’t forget to leave feedback.

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Pia’s POV

I take one look at Josh and Jackie, and I can feel the love on every level. It’s the kind of love that can make you shake with envy and question whether everyone can find it.

And when they kiss for the first time as husband and wife, the church erupts into applause from the guests, hoots and hollers from the wedding party. There’s a few tears sliding down the apples of my cheeks and before I can flick them away with my finger, I feel the gentle touch and warmth from Nikki’s finger brushing away the salty tears. He gives me a small smile before turning his attention back to the bride and groom.

He hasn’t spoken much to me today despite being my plus one to my own cousin’s wedding. I question whether he’s just in a mood, knowing I haven't done anything to cause this distance between us. It’s Josh and Jackie’s day after all. I don’t want to be preoccupied with my own drama, if that’s even what you could call it.

The reception hall gleams with silver, white, and gold for their Christmas wedding, and it looks like something out of a Hallmark movie. Cocktail hour, luckily, isn’t as awkward as I’d imagined it would be. I took the time to introduce Nikki to my distant relatives and close family, and he managed to charm each person he met. Whether his hand was entwined with mine or lightly resting on the small of my back, he sold our relationship, especially to Aunt Rita, who made Nikki promise her a dance.

We made small conversation at dinner, not as much as I would have liked. There was definitely something going on with Nikki, and I vowed to get to the bottom of it before the night ended. Even with his hand resting on my inner thigh under the table, I wasn’t satisfied.

After dancing with Aunt Rita, Nikki had found me and guided me to the dance floor. With his hands linked around my waist, my own entwined around his neck, we slowly swayed to the song. I should have kept my mouth shut and enjoyed the feeling of being safely tucked in Nikki’s arms, but the words came out before they’d registered in my brain.

“Are we okay?”

I wasn’t surprised by the confusion on his face. It was clear he didn’t want me to know something was wrong, so the confusion was quickly replaced by a look of neutrality. “Is there a reason we shouldn’t be?”

For some reason, I can’t look him in the eye. “Something is off with you, Nikki. You’ve barely spoken to me today. Actually, forget today. The past few months have been more awkward between us than anything I can remember, starting after Janielle’s party. So, I’m asking you, are we okay?”

“Pia--.”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“Pia,” Nikki says firmly, fingers digging into my back to grab my attention. His eyes bore into mine, and for only a split second my breath is caught in my throat. “Not now. Please.”

My jaw ticks angrily, and with as much subtlety as I can master, I break away from Nikki’s hold and excuse myself from the reception. Frustrated tears cloud my vision as I quickly race outside the reception venue into the dark night.

“Pia.” Heavy footsteps chase after me.

I bite my tongue and keep walking, not willing myself to answer him.

“Pia!”

“Fuck you!”

It stuns us both. Nikki retracts, mouth pressed together in a hard, thin line. My chest heaves with every strangled breath, and I will myself not to let the tears fall. There’s no chance I’ll let Nikki see me weak.

“What is your problem?” Nikki suddenly asks defensively.

“My problem?” I spit, crossing my arms. I look like a child, feel like a child, but hell if I’m not the angriest I’ve been in a long time. “My problem is that I don’t know what your problem is. For months, you’ve barely said a word to me. And then I confront you about it, and you have the nerve to try and shut me up?”

His jaw ticks, mirroring my anger. “I have a lot to say, but I don’t know where to start and I don’t want to do this here.” He grabs my hand and pulls me with him. I want to protest, but I’m finally getting some type of answer from him, so it’s best I keep my mouth shut.

The walk feels like forever, but when I finally glance up from my shoes, my brows furrow. We’re right smack in the middle of the garden behind the reception hall. It’s brightly lit and quiet with the exception of the soft drops from the fountain. It’s an oddly romantic setting for a somewhat hostile situation.

And he hasn’t let go of my hand yet. In fact, his grasp seems to have gotten tighter. Not that I mind. It’s the first genuine gesture he’s shown in weeks.

“Nikki, what are we doing here? I want to go inside.”

“Not yet,” he says softly, eyes dodging my gaze. “Just...not yet. I have so much going on inside my head right now, and there’s no starting point. Just scrambled thoughts that don’t make any damn sense to me.”

I sigh, pursing my lips together. “Then start with the most important thought.”

No hesitation, just honesty. “I’m in love with you.”

My spine straightens. Blood rushes to my cheeks, my ears, all the while my brain fails to process the words. “I--You...what?”

He laughs a little, dropping his hand from mine. It’s not followed by anything else, just silence. He stares at me instead, hoping I’ll say something, or do something, but the only thing I can do is channel all my pent up feelings into strength, and before either one of us realizes it, Nikki flies backward into the fountain.

I’m dazed myself, looking from one outstretched arm to the other as Nikki resurfaces from the icy water. He stands, teetering a bit, before flicking his hair from his eyes. “Part of me thinks I deserve that.” There’s a wicked gleam in his eyes. “And the other part thinks you’re entirely too dry.”

The cold water sloshes over me as I’m pulled into the fountain. I flail my arms wildly when I’m met with the cool December air, and I manage to push myself to a stand. Fists balled, I use my knuckles to wipe my eyes, no doubt resembling a drenched raccoon. “I could kill you!”

“You started it!” Nikki retorts, throwing his arms in the air. It’s the truth, so I say nothing back. All I can do is stare, and when I stare long enough, a smile breaks through. And a laugh falls from Nikki’s grin, and soon we’re laughing at each other, laughing at this fucked up situation we’ve found ourselves in.

And when the energy between us settles into calmness, I speak. “I remember the moment when I first knew I was in love with you.” Nikki’s eyes narrow, daring me to go on. “Junior year. When I first started making my own lipstick. You sat with me for hours and let me try them on you.”

The corners of his lips tilt slightly at the memory. “The purple one stained my mouth for days.”

I cringe. “Yeah, not my best formula. Sorry about that.”

Nikki laughs, and then it’s silent all over again. I tug my lip between my teeth anxiously. I wait and wait and wait for him to say something. Minutes later when I turn to step out of the fountain, I hear a strangled voice. “We should have been together from the start.”

“You never gave me a chance, Nikki.” I say, hurt. “And to this day, I don’t understand why. What did Charlotte, Viv, and Amanda have that I didn’t? What is so wrong with me that I wasn’t worthy of your love?”

He closes the space between us, chest just inches from mine as his hands cup my cheeks. “There has never been a damn thing wrong with you. I never thought I was worthy of you, so I settled for less. We come from two different worlds P, and I’ve always known you deserve everything good in this life, but I don’t know if I am capable of being the man that gives it to you.”

I reach out to hold his cheeks instinctively. He relaxes under my touch, but he can’t look at me. “It doesn’t hurt to try, right?”

“I wouldn’t know where to start,” he answers defeatedly.

“Well, you’ve been doing a damn good job over the last few months with the exception of ignoring me for the last few weeks,” I chuckle, hoping to lighten the mood. I bite my lip nervously. “I know the fake dating was fake to you. But...it was real for me.”

“It was fake at first,” Nikki says truthfully, hands coming up to his face to cover mine. “And then when I started falling, shit I fell hard. And the only way I knew how to deal with it, was run, hide, and try to ignore what I felt. But I can’t do that anymore. I am in love with you, Pia Jane. I am so in love with every piece of you. And maybe if you’re up for it,” he nudges my nose with his, “We can try again. For real this time.”

We’re still in the fountain, standing in chilly knee deep water in the cold December air, but I can’t feel a thing except the warmth that comes from my heart that is so full of love.

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takerfoxx · 3 years

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Part three of the WN crew watches the Rebellion Story, this time stretching from the Mami in a towel scene to the sun rising after the battle with Hitomi's Nightmare.

Yes, this is the one with the Cake Song.

Reminder:

G=Gretchen

H=Homulilly

Op=Ophelia

Ok=Oktavia

Ca=Candeloro/Mami

Ch=Charlotte

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Ca: Um.

Ch: UM!

G: Wow.

Ok: Oh, ho, ho! Hey, Candy! We interrupting something private here?

Ca: Oh, for Heaven’s sake.

Op, whistling: So…whaddya wanna talk about first?

Ch: Me! We’re talking about me! We’re getting this straightened out right now!

H: Are we even sure that’s you?

Ch: YES!

Ca: It’s her. That was her witch form.

Ch: SEE?! I KNEW IT!

G: I thought I got rid of all the witches.

Ok: Guess you missed one. And…Candeloro adopted it?

Ch: I AM NOT AN IT!

Ok: Sorry! Sheesh.

Op: Charly, chill. She didn’t mean it like that.

Ch: Ugh, I know, I know! Sorry. It’s just…What the hell?

Ca: I don’t know. I really don’t know.

Ch: So. Lemme get this straight. If for whatever reason we did not witch out and die when we did, Gretchen would’ve gone on to erase all witches from history…

G: I still don’t get it.

Ch: Except for ME, apparently! But we’re still magical girls fighting demented flying teddy bears that spawn when teenagers start angsting. And I’m just…hanging out. As a witch. Which is Candeloro’s pet for some reason? DO I HAVE THAT RIGHT?!

Op: Looks like.

Ok: You also still seem to have that thing for cheese.

Ch: Oh, great. AT LEAST THAT’S STILL AROUND! EVERYTHING MUST BE PERFECTLY NORMAL THAN!

H: Also, Kyubey is there, but seems to have lost his voice.

Ca: It’s an improvement.

Ch: Seriously, what the HELL is going on?!

Op: Do you need to take a break?

Ch: I…No, I’ll be…I’ll be fine. This is just weirding me out.

=long pause=

Ok: So, hey, Candy. About that towel…

Ca: Oh, I knew you were going to bring that up.

Op: Looks like you’ve been relegated to being Ms. Fanservice.

Ch: Just…Just hit Play. Maybe it’ll give us an explanation.

Ok: Okay…

=hits play=

G: Is this a bad time to point out that hairstyle actually looks really good?

Ca: It did get me a lot of attention. Of course, having magic made it much easier to maintain.

Op: I guess that’s why we look so fresh all of the time.

Ch: Great. On top of everything else I am also apparently an idiot that eats inanimate objects.

H: Wait. Nightmare? Is that what the teddy bears are called?

Op: Sure look…Whoa, wait.

Ok: Uh, Candy? CANDY?

Ca: Oh, I am not really going to-

=pause, then Ophelia starts laughing=

Op: Oh, man! Talk about a fake-out!

Ok: They knew what they were doing.

Ca: Oh, thank God. Or not. Why is this movie so focused on my breasts?

Op: I’ll give you two guesses.

Ca: =heavy sigh=

…

Ok: And there’s us, leaping around without a care in the world.

Op: Against a quilted sky.

Ok: Hitomi’s teenaged angst really threw everything for a loop.

G: Why the quilt, though? What does that symbolize?

Ok: I don’t know. What did the yarn symbolize? Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar!

Ch: And sometime animators take advantage of that big studio money to pump out whatever drug-induced fantasy that they ever had.

Op: Oh, hey! This version of you actually got over that guy!

Ok: “Captain Oblivious.” Heh, yup. You go, me.

G: And to think, so much trouble could have been avoided if he had just seen the cutie right in front of him.

=Oktavia loops an arm around Ophelia’s shoulders and snuggles up to her=

Ok: I like to think that it turned out all right in the end. Even this version of me agrees!

Ch: Except for him. Kinda serves him right.

G: I don’t know. I feel kind of bad talking bad about him like this. I mean, being a little oblivious isn’t really a bad thing, and he did lose a lot of important people to him in a very short period of time.

Ch: Well, when you put it like that…

Op: Yo, hey, not to change the subject or anything, but are those ballerinas that she’s got projected on the side of the building kickboxing? Because that’s honestly kind of hot.

H: Of course you would find violent dancing hot.

Op: I am what I am, and make no apologies.

G: At least these ones aren’t made of cum.

Ca: Oh, my God.

…

Ch: Oh, why am I here? What could I possibly contribute?

H: A moment ago you were complaining about not being in it!

Ch: This is worse. This is far worse.

G: Oh! Oh! We get to see the transformation scene!

Ca: Those weren’t really that elaborate. I mean, they were cool, but-Hold on.

Op: Aw, hell yeah! Strike a pose, team!

Ca: Okay, never mind. I guess in this world we made them elaborate.

Ch: Like I said: animators with way too much money and waaaaaaaay too many drugs. Prepare yourselves for a trip.

…

Ca: Oh! Oh, my.

Ch: So, uh…

Ca: No, I never danced to transform. That is…also new.

=Ophelia suddenly leans forward intently=

Op: Oh, yes, yes, yes! H-Hey, can we start this part over.

Ok: Sure.

=they restart the transformation scene=

G: So, are you…

Op: Figure-skating, yeah! Damned good, at that. Look at that spin!

Ca: I never learned figure-skating. I mean, I can skate, but nothing like this, though I suppose I have the athletic ability, and-Okay, I just exploded out of myself.

G: That outfit is pretty cool. Um, Candy? You wouldn’t mind if I asked…

Ca: Oh, fine. I suppose it’s thematically appropriate.

=Candeloro transforms into her Puella Magi uniform, complete with the hair. Gretchen cheers=

Ok: That was way quicker than the movie. And…damn.

Ca: You can stop staring at my breasts now.

Ok: I mean, sure, I can…

=Candeloro sighs and changes back. Oktavia and Gretchen both boo=

Ch: Sorry, girls. But the corset’s reserved for me.

Ok: What does that-Oh. Really?

Ch: We went going through a rough patch. We had some things we needed to come to terms with. Making pleasant associations helped.

G: I don’t get it.

=Homulilly whispers into her ear=

G: Oh. Oh.

Ca: Heh.

=Ophelia is still hunched forward and getting impatient=

Op: Yeah, this is all fascinating, but can we get back to the movie?

Ok: We’re literally talking about boobs. I thought you’d be all over that.

Op: There is dancing and you’re keeping me from it!

Ok: Okay, okay. Let’s go.

Op: Oh, hell yeah! I’m next!

G: What kind of dance is that, Ophelia?

Op: Definitely seeing some tribal elements in the first part. I think the part with the arms is…Chinese? Wish I had read up on it a bit more.

G: I’ve never seen you dance like that before.

Op: I mostly do hip-hop, but I do something similar to that when I pole-dance. It’s a lot more complex, though.

H: I bet it is.

Op: Have fun with that mental image! Still, this is giving me ideas, especially that arm thing. I think I pull that off with my illusions. Maybe it’s time to diversify-WHOA!

Ch: Why did you go all sketchy and scary?

Ca: Why did I explode out of myself twice?

Ok: Oh, okay! Here we go!

=Gretchen starts laughing=

G: Oh, my God! You’re doing Ophelia’s usual dance!

Ok: Doing it pretty well, too! Damn!

Op: I’ll say! Nice windmills, smooth transitions from palms to forearms.

Ch: You’re getting ideas, aren’t you?

Op: Duh.

Ok: And now I’m running. You know, I can’t help but feel that this me is sort of flexing on me specifically with the whole leg thing.

H: Has anyone else noticed that so far we have all ripped out of ourselves in order to transform?

Ok: That outfit is hot, though. And-Okay, that ass shot was on purpose!

Ca: Be thankful it’s not as obsessed with your butt as it is with my boobs.

Ok: No way! I wanna see it more! C’mon, zoom in on those cheeks!

Op: I strongly agree.

H: Oh, here’s me. This should be good.

G: It’s actually pretty lovely. And you do look like you’re having fun with it.

H: You know, this isn’t bad. But what am I supposed to be doing?

Op: It’s…kind of interpretive freeform, but I’m seeing some ballet elements in there as well.

H: Huh.

Op: You think of giving it a shot? Because I have someone I could call.

H: Thank you, but no. Maybe.

Op: Well, think about it.

H: I’m also tearing out of myself, I see. Oh, and that stupid clock again!

G: This is great. Can we see that part again?

Ok: You know you’re next, right?

G: Oh. Oh, no.

Ok: Okay, so…

Op: This…I’m not sure what you’d call this.

Ok: Other than adorable.

Op: It is that.

=Gretchen is blushing and hiding her face=

Ch: Okay, this is pretty cute.

G: Stop, please.

Ca: You sure you don’t recognize this, Ophelia?

Op: I mean, other than the Can-Can bit, not really. It’s more cute poses than anything.

Ch: So teenaged pop-idol.

G: Oh, God!

Op: Yeah, that seems to fit.

G: Why do all of you get the cool dances while I get…this?

H: I think it’s fine.

G: I’m not watching. Is it over, yet?

H: Well, you more of shattered glass instead of tearing out of yourself, but it’s still going.

Op: Okay, okay. It’s over, now.

G: Finally-You said it was over!

Op: It is! You’re just doing your final pose.

G: They literally covered me with hearts and rainbows!

Ok: What’s wrong with hearts and rainbow?

G: Look, I know I’m supposed to be the “cute” one, but there is a point when it becomes too much!

H: It’s your fault for being so adorable.

G: I’m not the only cute girl here. Sheesh!

H: No, you are definitely the cutest!

=Homulily starts tickling Gretchen=

G: Homulilly! Stop it!

H: I can’t help it! You’re just so cute! CUTE!

=Gretchen laughs and squirms in trying to get away, but not too much=

G: Stop it! Someone! Please! Help!

=Charlotte, who’s sitting on the other side of Gretchen, glances at Homulilly. They lock eyes=

Ch: Nope! Sorry! She’s right!

=Charlotte starts tickling Gretchen as well, who now is gasping for air=

Ok: Honestly, this is way more entertaining than the movie.

Op: Speaking for yourself. There was dancing!

Ca: You know, if you guys keep this up, then we’ll never get through the film.

G: Okay, that is it!

=Gretchen suddenly ties up Homulilly and Charlotte up with her legs and lifts them fully off the couch into the air. She sits there with her arms crossed and the two of them suspended=

G: No more tickling, or I start tickling everybody! And I have way more limbs to do it with than all of you combined!

Ok: Is that a threat or a promise?

Ch: I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Put me down!

G: Fine! Now, behave!

=Gretchen plops Homulilly and Charlotte back down into their seats and lets them go. Then she blinks and turns to Oktavia=

G: Wait, do you want to be tickled?

Ok: Well…

Op: Better not. This is an egg you do not want to crack.

G: You guys and your fetishes.

Ok: I am literally half fish, okay? We had to get creative!

Ca: Okay, I’m unpausing the movie, if it’ll get you to stop!

Op: You’re the one who literally busted out your and Charly’s bedroom get-up.

Ch: Not really. It usually has less-

Ca: UNPAUSING NOW!

…

Ok: Team pose!

Op: They always come this close to showing us what’s under those skirts.

Ch: They’re being cheeky, all right.

Ok: That pose is awesome, though. We should do that for real!

Ch: Puella Magi Holy Quintet? Not a bad name.

Op: Can’t really use it ourselves.

Ch: Why, because there’s six of us?

Op: That, and-

Ok: We’re all witches?

Op: Okay, that too, but also there is nothing holy about us.

Ch: Ah, innocent times, innocent times.

Ok: Come on, Sayaka and Kyoko are clearly doing it on the regular.

Ch: You inferred all that from your five minutes of screentime so far, did you?

Ok: I know what I’m about.

…

Ok: And out comes the violin! Subtle.

H: So…are there any people in any of those buildings that she’s wrecking?

Op: Probably.

Ok: So Hitomi is literally killing hundreds with her angsty temper tantrum.

G: Er…I’m sure she’s not!

Ca: Okay, now this part is actually pretty similar to how things used to be! Um, except for the ballroom dancing.

G: How so?

Ca: I mean us combining our abilities! Homulilly stopping time and the two of us using a combination of musketfire and arrows was actually a tried-and-true tactic of ours!

G: Cool!

Ok: So are you guys basically gonna blast Hitomi into next week?

Op: I mean, she did literally just massacre an entire city.

G: No, look! We’re fixing the city! See, we do repair the damage and make things normal again!

Ch: Obviously a very loose definition of the word “normal.”

Op: Doesn’t do a whole lot good for all the mangled corpses inside those buildings.

G: Nobody died! Sheesh.

Op: Well, not that we can see, anyway.

Ca: Pretty sure if people were actually dying it would have been brought up by now.

Ch: Okay, I’m calling it now! It’s a fake!

H: Huh?

G: What do you mean?

Ch: I mean the city! This whole…everything! It’s a fake! Like, a simulation or a dream or something. And we’re all trapped in it. The signs are all over the place.

…

Ok: That’s my girl! Kicking ass and giving good life advice!

Op: That guy is just obliviously leaving a trail of broken hearts behind him, isn’t he?

Ch: And corpses.

Ok: You know, between me turning into, well, me and Hitomi turning into that, the dude really needs to just stop dating girls and marry his violin or something. Because that’s two for two!

G: The Five Lillians? What does that mean?

Ch: This movie feels like it should come with its own appendices.

Op: Oh, did you see that smug grin? No one girl can have all that swagger!

Ok: You would suck on a juicebox in the middle of a fight.

G: Did…Did you just make a wall?

Op: Cool! That was one of my powers, right?

Ca: It sure was.

Ok: And apparently I could combine it with my swords!

Op: Oh, I bet you loved shoving your sword into my wall.

=Homulilly snorts=

Ch: I get the innuendo, but that would imply-

Ca: Please don’t finish that thought, sweetie. The porn they watch is bad enough.

…

Ch: So I guess this is the part where you all beat Hitomi to death.

Op: That would be one hell of a twist.

H: Honestly, the way this movie is going, I don’t think anything could surprise me at this point.

G: Okay, we’re all standing on swords around her, so…

Ch: Oh, great. Now I’m here-Wait.

…

G: Um…are we going to eat Hitomi or…What’s going on?

H: That does seem to be the question.

Ch: What the fuck?

…

=Charlotte suddenly leaps up and starts scrambling back on the couch up against the wall=

Ch: What the fuck! What the fuck!

Op: Did you just turn into a giant clown worm?

Ch: Candy, please. Some sense. Give it to me!

Ca: Uh, uh, well. Your…original witch self did turn into that…thing during the fight, but…

Op: You think you can maybe still do that?

Ch: No. No chance in hell.

H: I’m considerably more concerned about what we’re doing. Why are we…chanting?

Ca: I’m going to hit Play. Brace yourselves, girls. I think it’s going to get weird.

…

H: What are…

…

G: Um.

…

G: UM!

…

Ch: Guys. Guys. I don’t know how much more of this I can take.

Op: Shhh.

…

=the girls silently watch the Cake Song until the end=

Op: Pause it. Just…hit pause.

=communal long sigh=

Op: So. Anyone have anything they’d like to comment?

Ch: This…must be what losing my mind feels like.

G: Well, it was…cute.

Ok: Fucking weird.

G: But in a cute way. I…think?

Ca: I’m just going to preemptively say that I’ve got nothing. Please don’t ask me to explain. That’s not how things used to work at all.

Op: We figured.

Ca: I mean, we’d find witches, we’d transform, we’d fight the witches, the witches would die, and we’d get a Grief Seed. It wasn’t complicated! Nobody sang anything!

=long pause=

H: We’d better rewind and watch that again.

Ch: Why?

H: I have a feeling that it might be important.

Ch: To whom?

G: I agree with Lilly. They wouldn’t make it that weird without reason.

Ch: Oh, you wanna bet?

Ca: Charlotte, calm down, please.

Ch: I-Sorry. Sorry. You’re right. I’m just-Okay, fine! Let’s all take some crazy drops and watch it all over again!

=they rewind back to the start of the Cake Song=

Ch: I can’t believe they had the gall to not only keep me as a full witch but also turn me into that.

Ok: Well, I mean, it’s not like some weirdoes up and decided to turn you into a doll that…morphs into a giant clown worm. Apparently that was-

Ch: How I actually looked, yeah, I get it! It’s still creepy, though!

G: Why are we all…okay with this?

Ch: See? Exactly! If I just up and turned into a giant worm, you all would be freaking out!

Op: I would try to ride you.

=incoherent noises of disgust and irritation from Charlotte=

…

H: Okay, I think I’m starting to get how the rules of this game works.

Ok: It’s a game?

Ch: There are rules?

H: Sure! When you send the song to the next person, you name a quality about them, and that person has to come up with some kind of food that embodies that same quality! Saya…I’m sorry, Oktavia-

Ok: No, Sayaka’s correct. She’s not me.

H: Okay. Well, Sayaka started off and called herself the raspberry…for some reason.

Ok: Don’t look at me. I don’t even really care for raspberries all that much.

G: Blue raspberry?

Ok: That’s more of a flavor, I think?

H: Okay, well, she then passed it off to Kyoko, who is red-

Op: Really creative descriptor there, fishy-lips. Out of all of my qualities, you went with red? The cake should have been dead sexy! Or a fantastic dancer! Or

Ok: I probably thought up something dirty at first and had to sub it out at the last second, and red was the only thing that came to mind.

H: -And then Kyoko now passes it off to Mami, who is-

Ch: I’m sorry, loved by whom? Loved by Bebe? My name is BEBE?!

Op, singing: Rock-a-bye Bebe, on the treetop-

Ch: Shut up, shut up, shut up!

H: -er, well, that gets turned into cheese, because-

Ch: -BECAUSE OF COURSE IT DOES!

G: Do you need a break?

Ch: …no. I’m sorry. I’ll try not to freak out again.

Op: I’m gonna be honest, if you weren’t, I would be.

H: -well, anyway, Mami then passes it to me-

Ca: Though not without another close-up of my breasts, I see.

Op: I’ll give the animators credit: they know which side of the bread the butter’s on.

H: -and I’m…spinning in circles? I don’t really understand that one.

G: Well, there is the timeloop thing you were doing. That could be said to be spinning in circles.

H: There’s been no mention of that, though! And how would she know? Didn’t I keep that a secret?

Ca: You did.

G: Dunno.

Op: Maybe it has to do with how your shield has to turn for you to stop time? Maybe?

H: I don’t know. That’s kind of reaching.

Op: I do note that you seem to be the only one wondering what the fuck is going on. Like, just look at your face.

Ok: While I seem to just be having a grand old time!

Op: You know, I don’t blame you. I am starting to feel this. Cakey! Cakey! Round cakey!

G: And I’m sweet. All right.

Ok: What’s wrong?

G: It’s just having me be the cute one again. There’s more to me than just being cute!

Ch, now calmer: Maybe it’s to butter up the audience for some kind of dark twist. Like, the movie keeps making you out to be all cute and innocent but it turns out that you were the villain the whole time.

G: Really? That would honestly be kind of cool.

H: I seriously doubt that is the case.

…

Op: And here we summon a giant cake! Because reasons.

G: Is Hitomi still in that thing?

Ch: Well, if she is, then I just ate her!

H: Finally, a happy ending!

G: Oh, stop it.

Ch: Seriously though, what is my purpose in all of this? I turn into a worm, I start the song, I eat the cake. How does-

H: Oh! I think I just got it!

Ch: Huh?

H: These new enemies are called Nightmares, right?

Ch: Right…

H: Well, what do you do to calm a child who’s had a nightmare? You give them a snack and sing them a lullaby!

=pause=

Op: OOOOOOH, so that’s what was up with that explosive feast at the start!

G: So we don’t kill the Nightmares, we calm the Nightmares!

Ca: You know, as strange as that is, I do kind of wish it really was that easy. Back in the day, I mean.

…

Ok: And here I am, cradling Hitomi’s severed head! How’s that for a dark twist?

Op: It’s all part of the process.

Ok: I see she’s still clinging to Kyosuke, though.

Ca: Teen romance is complicated like that. Just because she was frustrated about his schedule doesn’t mean she doesn’t still love him. See? There she is, sleeping soundly.

G: So all’s well that ends well.

Ch: I have…a lot of problems…with describing anything that we just saw as “all’s well.”

H: So, wait, those sparkles that are coming down. Are those clearing our soul gems?

Ca: It looks like it. No grief seeds around, so I guess this is how they do it instead. I’m actually a little envious.

Ok: It does kinda seem like the idealistic version of what we went through. No despair, no need for competition, the monsters can be defeated by singing to them, and nobody turns into anything bad!

Ch: Except for me. Because seriously. What the fuck?

Op: You are not going to let that go, will you?

Ch: I am a fucking beanie baby!

G: What’s a beanie baby?

Ch: Never mind. Read about them in a book. Would take too long to explain.

…

Op: Aw, yeah! Party at sempai’s house!

Ca: Apartment. And this actually is accurate.

Ok: What, head to your place for snacks after a successful hunt?

Ca: Yes. Those were…nice. I enjoyed those a lot.

Op: We literally live together now. What’re you getting all nostalgic for?

Ca: It’s less that and more of the feelings. I had been…lonely for a while before all of you came into my life, so going from that to suddenly having so many sisters-in-arms…well, it made for a nice change.

Op: I guess that makes sense. Hey, you think that’s why Incubators made a big deal about competition? To keep us separated so we’d fall into despair faster.

Ca: I would not rule it out. Actually, if we had never learned the truth about soul gems or witches, we probably would still be alive, since we’d have each other for support.

Ok: My bad.

Ca: It’s okay. As Ophelia has pointed out many times, it all worked out in the end.

Op: Aw, yeah! Look at me getting down! Hooray for snacks!

Ca: Thank you for ruining the mood.

Op: It’s what I do. Hooray for snacks!

…

H: And the sun rises.

G: When do we sleep? I mean, seriously! Don’t we have school?

Ok: Maybe it’s a weekend.

Ca: We were more likely to get witches in the evenings, so we’d at least be in bed at a decent hour. Most of the time.

Op: Y’know, as weird as all this is, this really is beautiful. I mean, the animation is outstanding, and the scenery is gorgeous.

Ch: When it’s not totally tripping with your head and making you question everything you ever thought you knew about reality.

Op: …you okay over there, chief?

Ch: I’m sorry, guys. But can we take a break now? I seriously need a break.

G: Sure. I could use one too.

Op: …can we watch the cake song one more time first?

Ch: No.

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May I request an imagine of the collector about to attack the s/o in her home but, she thinks he's a male stripper for her birthday her friends set up with? Humorous & nsfw-ish x3 😄

Okay, okay, okay... I don’t know who you are but you need to become a producer and start making movies 🤣🤣🤣

(also I know this took a really long time, I’m so sorry)

Rent-A-Booty - The Collector/Asa Emory x Reader and Her Birthday Surprise

In all honesty, you weren’t a big fan of birthdays. Your parents were a bit... overenthusiastic and it never really wound up the way you wanted. Fortunately, as you grew older, you got a lot more control over how many small horses showed up at your party. Unfortunately, as you grew older, you also gained friends--amazing friends--who also had their own ideas of how you should celebrate.

Which is why you are now in the middle of a conversation about how much a stripper would cost.

“Ooh! Ooh! Rent-A-Booty! I totally have enough for their Sexy Deluxe package,” one of the girls, Tori, exclaimed.

“No way, (Y/N) deserves at least the Sexy Premium package,” another friend, Charlotte, added, “Look! It even lets you touch the dancers!”

As your very good, yet very inappropriate, friends continued arguing about pricing, you couldn’t help the blush that rose to your cheeks. You weren’t the prudish type by any means, but that didn’t mean you wanted a strange man gyrating in front of your face.

“Alright, that’s it: executive decision, no stripper,” you insisted. Both of the girls looked up from the laptop in shock.

“(Y/N)! This would be so much fun!”

“Yeah, and the service even lets you do themes! Everything from police officer to movie characters,” Charlotte gushed.

“Oh my god, remember in the ninth grade when you said you had a sex dream about Michael Myers? What if we could make that dream into a very sexy reality?” Tori added.

“First off, it was not a sex dream! We were just making out with some medium to heavy petting. Second off, the amount of tequila I would need to bump and grind with a stripper who looks like a serial killer in front of all of my close friends is inconceivable. No. Stripper.”

Tori and Charlotte slumped their shoulders in disappointment, but ultimately closing the laptop and dropping the matter. You nodded your head contently and everyone decided to head home to prep for the party. Luckily, Charlotte had kicked out her sorority sisters for the night so you had the house to yourselves. Tori had already set up snacks and booze beforehand, so by the time you met up with them, the party was practically in full swing.

Friends from class, people from work, and even a few past roommates all came to wish you a happy birthday. It was a little daunting at first, but having Tori and Charlotte by your side all night definitely helped. Before long, the mood changed from full-blown rager complete to the much more intimate get together you wanted complete with your favorite tequila.

“Okay, okay, okay,” Charlotte began, handing out the fifth round of shots, “Last round before we sing happy birthday, let’s go!”

“No, no, no! You know I hate that dumb song,” you whine.

“Exactly why we saved it for last! One, two, three!”

Hearing a drunken version of a song you already hated would’ve sounded like torture to sober ears, but it filled your heart with nothing but glee. Swaying your head to the beat of the song, you noticed something moving outside the window in front of you. The more you focused, you recognized a white truck posted just across the street. You couldn’t quite tell but the logo on the side had very familiar colors...

Rent-A-Booty.

“Hey, guys... do you have something to tell me?” Tori and Charlotte both looked at each other with wide eyes. Between the whispers and accusatory smacks against the arms, you definitely figured something was up.

“Alright, we may have gotten a small surprise for you. Don’t be mad, we just couldn’t help ourselves!” Tori defended.

“Just wait here, we’ll go grab it for you,” Charlotte finished, grabbing Tori and stumbling out the front door giggling like little kids. You rolled your eyes and took another swig of the tequila they left. You figured you’d need it for what was about to go down.

Suddenly, as if on cue, you heard heavy footsteps that didn’t sound like either of your friends from down the hall. You smirked and slowly picked yourself up to claim your “surprise”.

Quietly rounding the corner, you got a peek at the guy the girls picked out. It looks like they kept their promise of hiring a true lady killer. He was dressed head to toe in black with a strange black mask covering his face. Funny, you imagined it would be a bit more gimmicky, but the doubt quickly left your mind as you noticed the rest of him. He was certainly big. It looked like he could toss you around the room and you were very curious how those nitrile gloves would feel on your skin. Before you knew it, the prospect of getting down and dirty with a stripper was a lot more appealing. The very idea had your core aching.

So you decided to shoot your shot. Why not? The half a bottle of tequila you drank was already making your skin hot.

“So,” you announced, clearly shocking the man who spun around to face you, “is this the part where I’m supposed to cower in fear and beg for my life?” The stripper cocked his head silently but didn’t approach you.

“Or would you like it more if I ran and hid while you tried to find me?” you pressed further. He still didn’t make a move, but you could tell his breathing was getting heavier. You were definitely having an effect on him. That’s when you noticed he had pulled something out from his side: a small knife. Going method, huh? You took a few steps closer and leaned up to his ear.

“Interesting... planning on cutting me up a bit while you have your fun,” you whispered teasingly, causing a low growl to leave the man’s throat. You couldn’t help but utter a similarly wanton moan.

That’s when he pushed you up against the wall and held you there with a knife to your throat. You couldn’t help but reminisce about your dream and it made you all the wetter.

“Oh god... please tell me they paid for the Sexy Premium package,” you said to yourself. The man only squinted his eyes in confusion before pressing the knife further into your neck. It was sharper than you expected but somehow that made it better.

“Fuck if I care,” you sighed and pulled him closer until your lips met in a heated kiss. The stranger was hesitant at first but quickly took control with a level of ferocity that made you whimper. He bit on your bottom lip hard, making you gasp and allowing his tongue inside. Meanwhile, his free hand was already under your shirt and playing with your nipples.

“Fuck, please... touch me,” you begged. The man seemed enthusiastic to oblige and spun you around so your chest was pressed against the wall. You could feel the knife pressed into your back, but your only concern was his hand reaching around and unbuttoning your shorts.

Just as he managed to get them undone, you heard a knock at the door that distracted you for a moment. You immediately elected to ignore it and waited eagerly for your Sexy Premium package. You realized, however, that the small prick you felt earlier was gone, and once you turned around, you saw the stripper was too.

“Goddamn it.”

You went back up front and ripped open the door to find Charlotte and Tori covered in clearly fake blood with a phony scared look on their faces.

“Oh god, (Y/N)! You have to help us! There’s a maniac after us!” Charlotte screamed. Wait a second...

“And he wants you too!” Tori finished. The two girls moved out of the way and revealed a shirtless man with a six-pack and a plastic machete wearing a clown mask. Tori then pulled out her phone and started playing a raunchy club mix. Clownface didn’t waste time to start dancing and gyrating while the girls waited for your reaction.

All you could was smile and nod along while panicking about whoever the hell you were seconds from fucking in the middle of the hall... and when you would get to see him again.

Luckily for you, Asa was watching you all from his truck across the street and was planning on finishing what you two started the moment he got you alone.

#slasher x reader #slasher imagine #asa emory x reader #the collector x reader #asa emory imagine #the collector imagine #the collector #the collection #requests

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Chasing Butterflies: Murphy’s Law

Hello all! I hope you enjoy this chapter and as always constructive criticism is appreciated. Make sure to let me know if you want to be added to any of my taglists!

Season 1; Episode 4: Murphy’s Law Pairings: OC x OC best friends, no love interests chosen yet Warnings: Mentions of death/murder, nightmares Word Count: 3,292

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Nova, Elara, and Clarke stood just outside the camp walls. They were silently standing by the delinquents graves, mourning Wells who was found dead just a few days prior.

"They got Wells just outside the wall." A voice calls from behind them.

The three friends turn to see Finn walking towards them, "Let them come. I'll kill them all." Nova states, glancing one last time at the grave then turning on her heel to walk into the camp.

Elara sighs then follows her, leaving Finn and Clarke alone. "Nov, wait up." She calls after the girl.

Nova stops and waits for her but doesn't turn around, "Are you alright?" Elara asks.

Nova looks at Elara, "I'm pissed off Lara. One of our best friends just got murdered by grounders. And I will do whatever it takes to get justice."

"That's not justice, it's revenge. And it's not healthy." Elara retorts.

Nova scoffs and shakes her head, "Call it what you want but the truth of the matter is that the grounders are going to kill more unless we do something about it. I'm going to start training people one on one. I suggest you start practicing with that bow I gave you."

Without waiting for Elara to reply Nova marches off to find someone to train. "Fox!" Nova calls out.

The girl turns to look at her with wide eyes, "You're with me." Fox, terrified, looks at the people she was helping. They shrug helplessly as they hear Nova call out once more, "Today."

Fox quickly moves to walk beside the petite girl, "What are we doing?" She asks.

"Training. We need to know how to protect ourselves and I promised everyone I would start training you guys. I figured I would start with you."

"O-Okay." She stutters.

"Pick up a knife. We'll start with knife throwing. How to hold it correctly and all of that." Fox nods and does as she's told.

As Nova begins her lesson, Elara is just outside the camp walls practicing with her bow and arrow like Nova said. Despite not wanting to have to use it she knows Nova is right. They need to know how to protect themselves in case the grounders attack.

*_*_*_*_*_*

After about fifteen minutes of practicing Elara hears Octavia calling her name, "Elara! You may want to come here."

She turns around and sees the panicked look on the girls face. She hurriedly collects her arrows and rushes over to Octavia who brings her into a tent which has Jasper, Clarke, and Bellamy.

Elara looks around, "Where's Nova?"

"I don't think we should tell her. She can be a little... Intense." Jasper says, looking at Octavia.

Octavia sighs but before she can respond Bellamy does, "Whatever it is that you need to tell us she should know. She's one of the leaders here. She'll be even more pissed if we leave her out of the loop."

Octavia nods then leaves the tent to find Nova. She returns a minute later with Nova trailing behind, "What's this about?" She asks.

Jasper reaches into his pocket, he pulls out two fingers and a knife built from the dropship. "We found this knife and Wells's fingers not too far from where he died."

"This knife was made of metal from the dropship." Clarke says reaching for the knife. "Who else knows about this?" She asks Octavia and Jasper.

"No one. We brought it straight here." Octavia replies.

"Someone in camp murdered Wells. It wasn't a grounder." Elara says, mouth dropping open.

"We need to keep this quiet." Bellamy states. He looks at Nova for back up as Clarke tries to exit the tent. Nova stays silent, letting the words sink in. "Clarke, be smart about this. Like it or not, thinking the grounders killed Wells is good for us."

"Oh, good for you, you mean." Clarke starts to argue.

Elara interrupts, "He's right. We don't even know whose knife it is."

"Oh really? J.M. John Murphy. The people have a right to know."

"John Mbege has the same initials, Clarke. And just because it's his knife doesn't mean he killed him. Someone could have taken his knife to frame him. It's what I would have done." Nova states.

"Are you seriously trying to stick up for him? After you wanted to kill all of the grounders for something you thought they did?" Clarke snaps.

"I'm not sticking up for anyone. All I'm saying is we don't have all the answers. If we are going to confront Murphy we need to do it quietly. All this is going to cause is panic."

Clarke scoffs and shoves her way past Bellamy. "You son of a bitch!" She exclaims, pushing Murphy.

"What's your problem?" He asks.

"Recognize this?" Clarke questions, holding up the knife.

The others are now out of the tent, watching as the delinquents start crowding around to watch Clarke and Murphy's interaction.

"It's my knife. Where'd you find it?"

"Where you dropped it after you killed Wells."

"The grounders killed Wells, not me." He turns away from the blonde to look at Bellamy, "Do you really believe this?"

"You threatened to kill him. We all heard you. You hated Wells."

"Plenty of people hated Wells. His father was the Chancellor that locked us up."

"Yeah, but you're the only one who got in a knife fight with him."

"Yeah, and I didn't kill him then either."

Nova loudly scoffs, "Like you had a chance. If I recall he had the knife to your throat. You probably took him by surprise to actually get him."

"He tried to kill Jasper too!" Octavia calls out. This causes Jasper's eyes to widen in horror.

Murphy tries to deny the accusation again, "Come on. This is ridiculous. I don't have to answer to you or anyone."

"Excuse me?" Nova narrows her eyes at the boy.

At the same time Bellamy raises an eyebrow, "Come again?"

Murphy looks to Bellamy for help, "I'm telling you, man. I didn't do it."

"They found his fingers on the ground with your knife." Bellamy replies.

Clarke turns her attention to the surrounding delinquents, "Is this the kind of society that we want? You say there should be no rules. Does that mean that we can kill each other without punishment?"

"I say we float him!" Connor calls out from the crowd. A chorus of "Yeahs" can be heard from the group.

"That's not what I'm saying." Clarke yells, trying to be heard above the delinquents.

"Why not? He deserves to float. It's justice." Connor yells once more.

"It's not justice! It's revenge!" Elara calls, glancing at Nova who sits back with narrowed eyes and her arms crossed across her chest.

"It's justice!" Connor yells again. Connor, Myles, Derek, and some other delinquents move in to attack Murphy. They punch and kick him making the boy fall to the ground. They grab rope to tie his hands behind his back then drag him outside the camp walls to a tree.

Clarke and Elara chase after the delinquents yelling at them to stop and leave Murphy alone. The delinquents grab a hold of the two girls, making sure they stay back as Connor throws a noose around Murphy's neck and Derek ties the other end to a high branch on the tree.

Myles gets him to stand on top of a log, when everything is ready Connor yells once more, "Bellamy should do it!"

The crowd of delinquents start chanting Bellamy's name, "Bellamy, you can stop this!" Clarke calls out, tears in her eyes.

"Nov do something! Help Murphy." Elara yells at her friend. Nova bites her lips but refuses to look at Elara. Instead her eyes stay locked on Bellamy who turns his attention to her.

He waits for her to say something, anything. Nova gives a slight tilt of her head indicating that he should do it. So Bellamy walks over to Murphy and kicks the log out from under him.

"How could you!" Clarke calls out.

"This is on you princess. You should've kept your mouth shut." Bellamy exclaims.

"What the hell are you doing?" Finn shouts, just walking back to the camp and seeing Murphy hanging from the tree. "Cut him down!" The group holds him back.

Finally, a small voice yells out, "Stop! Okay?" The group turns to see Charlotte, crying. "Murphy didn't kill Wells! I did!"

Finn and Elara shove their way to the front to cut Murphy down, this time nobody stops them.

*_*_*_*_*_*

"Bring the girl out, Bellamy!" Murphy calls from outside the tent.

Choosing to ignore Murphy and his gang, Bellamy eyes the young girl, "Why Charlotte?"

"I was just trying to slay my demons, like you told me."

Nova scoffs and shakes her head, "Maybe I should have told her my story then, huh?" She looks at Bellamy, eyes burning with hatred.

Bellamy shakes his head and focuses back on Charlotte, "That's not what I meant."

"Bring the girl out now!" Murphy calls again.

"Please don't let them hurt me!" Charlotte says, beginning to cry once more.

Nova rolls her eyes, "Let's just kill her." Clarke, Finn, Bellamy, and Elara all turn to glare at Nova as Charlotte backs away into Elara's side.

"What the hell is wrong with you Nov?" Elara scolds.

"What? She may be the youngest one here but she's old enough to know right from wrong. We almost hanged Murphy for a crime he didn't commit. All I'm saying is the right person should get punished. And Murphy and his gang aren't going to stop until she's dead. The least we can do is deal with her ourselves and kill her humanely and in private rather than letting Murphy do it."

"We are not killing her." Bellamy glares.

Nova rolls her eyes then holds up her hands, "Fine. Whatever. But don't come crying to me when this goes horribly wrong."

Nova pushes by the group, leaving the tent to let them discuss what they are going to do with Charlotte. As the flap of the tent shuts behind Nova, Bellamy turns to the others, "If you guys have any bright ideas, speak up."

"Those are your boys out there." Finn reminds him.

"This is not my fault. If she had listened to me, those idiots would still be building the wall."

As Nova steps out of the tent she looks right at Murphy as he asks, "Where's the girl, Angel?"

Nova rolls her eyes at the nickname, "Don't try to patronize me. I said we should kill her. They didn't agree. I'm letting them decide since I was outnumbered."

Murphy looks slightly shocked at her words but quickly recovers as he yells out once more, "You want to build a society, princess? Let's build a society. Bring her out."

Bellamy finally emerges from the tent prompting Murphy to speak once more, "Well, well, well. Look who decided to join us."

"Dial it down and back off." Bellamy scolds.

"Or what? What are you gonna do about me? Hang me?"

"That could be arranged." Nova mutters.

"I thought you were on my side, angel." Murphy says, looking at Nova.

She rolls her eyes once more, "I still think you're an ass and you deserve to die. Just not for this crime."

Bellamy calls out to Murphy, "I was just giving the people what they wanted."

"You know what? That's a great idea. Who wants the real murdered to be hanged for her crime?" Murphy asks, addressing the crowd of delinquents. Murphy, his crew, and Nova are the only people who raise their hands. "So it's okay to string me up for nothing, but when this little bitch confesses, you all let her walk? Cowards!"

"Hey, Murphy! It's over." Bellamy states.

"Whatever you say boss." Murphy waits for Bellamy to turn around. Then he quickly grabs a piece of wood from the ground and hits Bellamy over the head with, running into the tent. Murphy sees that Charlotte and the others are no longer there and gestures for his gang to follow him, "Come on. Let's get the girl!"

Nova watches as the group leaves. She makes her way over to Bellamy to check his head. "Miller, Connor! Bring him to his tent. Everyone else back to work. Let me know when he wakes up."

She watches as everyone moves to start working on the camp once more. Her eyes search for someone to start training, "Harper! You're with me."

She waits for the girl to follow her so that she can start training her on how to use a spear properly. She takes her time teaching her, waiting for Bellamy to wake up so they can go after Murphy and his gang.

*_*_*_*_*_*

Elara, Clarke, and Finn snuck Charlotte outside the camp when Bellamy left the tent to deal with Murphy. Elara kept a tight hold on Charlotte's hand as Finn and Clarke walked a little bit ahead.

"It's going to be night soon, Finn. Where are we going?" Clarke asks. When the boy doesn't answer right away she speaks once more, "At least tell me you have a plan and we're not just wandering aimlessly through the woods."

"I have a plan." Finn answers.

Charlotte moves to grab Clarke's hand which ends up with the blonde yelling at the little girl, "What the hell do you think you're doing? Just because we saved you doesn't mean you're forgiven. Got it?"

"Clarke. Knock it off!" Elara scolds, making sure to hold on to Charlotte.

"She's just a kid." Finn continues.

"She's a killer." Clarke retorts, she turns to look Charlotte in the eye, "You killed someone, Charlotte. Ended his life. Did you think about that for even one second."

"Enough!" Elara scolds once more, "He was one of my best friends too. I'm pissed off too. But Charlotte knows what she did was wrong. Yelling at her isn't going to bring him back."

"Charlotte! Elara, Clarke, and Finn can't save you." Murphy yells through the trees.

"We should run." Clarke states.

"Yeah. That's one way to go. I like my plan better." Finn says, reaching down and opening a hidden door. "Get in." He smiles.

Elara gently pushes Charlotte inside. She follows closely behind, Finn and Clarke behind her.

"Finn, what is this place?" Clarke asks.

"For now, it's home."

Elara sat down next to Charlotte on the bottom bunk. She tucked the young girl in and moved to stand up. "Can you tell me a story?" Charlotte asked.

Elara hesitates, "I only know one."

"That's fine. Please?"

Elara nodded and began the story of Robin Hood, "It was a quiet night in Sherwood village. Yet someone was creeping through the dark..."

As she finished up the story she saw that the young girl was fast asleep. She stood up and looked at Clarke and Finn who were having a whispered conversation. She stretched her limbs then climbed up to the top bunk to take a quick nap.

*_*_*_*_*_*

"Elara! Elara wake up!" Clarke shakes Elara awake.

"What? What happened?" Elara sits up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"Charlotte is gone. We need to go." This statement makes Elara shoot out of the bed. They all quickly make their way out of the bunker in search of the young delinquent.

Meanwhile, Bellamy and Nova are also in pursuit of Charlotte. "I don't understand why you're helping me now? What made you change your mind about killing Charlotte?" Bellamy asks Nova.

"Honestly, I still think it would be easier to just kill her. But I also understand why we shouldn't. Plus I'll do anything that goes against what Murphy wants." Nova states.

In the distance the pair hears Murphy yell, "Charlotte! You can't hide forever. Don't worry. We won't hurt you."

Bellamy and Nova exchange a look, just as they see Charlotte running towards them. They each hide behind a tree and when Charlotte passes, Bellamy grabs her. "Let me go!" The young girl yells.

"We're trying to help!" Bellamy says to her.

"I'm not your sister! Just stop helping me! I'm over here!" She calls out, gaining Murphy's attention.

"Shut the fuck up! Are you trying to get us killed?" Nova scolds the delinquent.

"Just go. I'm the one they want."

"We are not leaving you." Bellamy says. Bellamy picks up the young girl as she starts yelling for Murphy once again. Nova and Bellamy run away from the footsteps that are closing in.

In another part of the forest Clarke, Finn, and Elara hear Charlotte's scream. "Murphy has her." Clarke says, taking off to find the group. Finn and Elara follow close behind, also determined to find Charlotte and make sure she's safe.

Bellamy and Nova only stop when they come to a cliff and have nowhere else to run. "Bellamy, Nova. You can't fight us all."

"Is that a challenge, troll?" Nova spits out. Her knife is held tightly in her hand and she takes a protective step in front of Bellamy and Charlotte.

"Didn't you want her dead too, angel?" Murphy asks, tilting his head at the petite girl in question.

"Yeah, but I'll protect her if it means I get to go against you. And trust me when I say you can't beat me."

Suddenly Clarke, Elara, and Finn make their way into the clearing. "Stop, this has gone too far!" Clarke says.

"Everyone needs to calm down. We can talk about this." Elara continues.

"I'm sick of listening to you talk." Murphy says, grabbing Elara and putting his knife to her throat.

"You hurt her and I'll kill you faster than you can blink, troll." Nova instantly says.

"I will slit her throat." Murphy replies.

"No, please. Please don't hurt her." Charlotte cries out.

"Don't hurt her? Okay, I'll make you a deal. You come with me right now, I will let her go."

Bellamy grabs Charlotte's arm as she starts to move forward. "Don't do it Charlotte."

Charlotte stops moving forward. "No, I have to. Murphy, this is not happening. I can't let any of you get hurt anymore. Not because of me. Not after what I did."

Without saying anything else, she walks to the edge of the cliff and jumps off, not giving any of the older delinquents around her the chance to stop her.

"Charlotte!" Clarke and Elara scream after the girl, but they both know there is nothing they can do.

Bellamy on the other hand moved past Nova and started throwing punches at Murphy. "Bellamy no! You'll kill him!" Clarke grabs Bellamy's arm to stop him.

"He deserves to die!" Bellamy grunts out.

"We don't decide who lives and dies. Not down here." Clarke says.

"So help me God, if you say the people have a right to decide."

Clarke cuts him off, "No, I was wrong before. You were right. Sometimes it's dangerous to tell people the truth. But if we're going to survive down here, we can't just live by whatever the hell we want. We need rules."

"And who is going to make the rules? You?"

"No. Us. Together." Elara speaks up.

"Well he's not coming back to camp with us. Because if you even think that's a good idea I'm killing him myself." Nova says, gesturing to Murphy who is bloody and on the ground.

"We banish him." Clarke says.

Bellamy looks at the other four delinquents that are part of Murphy's gang, "The four of you can either come back and follow me or go off with him to die. Your choice."

The delinquents all turn away from Murphy, leaving him on his own in the forest.

#the 100 rewrite #The 100 #the 100 imagine #series rewrite

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fimgie · 4 years

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During the Training Arc

(Chapter 1/?)

Notes: This is my first fanfic of Yami and Charlotte. If there are any mistakes, ignore them or you may kindly correct me. Hope you guys enjoy it.

It's been hours, has it?

Charlotte shrugged, irritated at how long she's been waiting with her squad on a hill, under a large tree not a little far from Yultim Volcano. The sun's setting, yet not a single squad Captain showed up at the location where they should be meeting for the training that they had planned about.

"Sis, hey sis!" called Sol waving her hand freely in the air as she approached her. Sol dashed the distance they had with a huge smile on her face.

Charlotte tilted her head to face her as Sol sat down, who is now eyeing the beauty of the setting sun. "What is it, Sol?" She asked, as she looked back at the sun, slowly descending from the sky.

"It's getting late, sis. Do you think they'll still show up?" Sol asked as the smile that she displayed on her face earlier slowly faded away.

"I'm not quite sure, they must've forgotten about this." Charlotte mumbled under her breath while pulling her knees near her face. She looked at the other members of her squad not far from them, sitting and talking. "They seem to be having fun." She said, darting her eyes back at the sky.

"Yeah, looks like it." Sol replied, followed by a yawn and a light chuckle.

Charlotte suddenly draw a breath, causing Sol to look at her, puzzled at her Captain's sudden gasp. "Oh right, I almost forgot. I should've contacted them a while ago. If they did forget, then I guess we'll have to go back and abandon this plan." Charlotte said, as she grabbed the bag next to her and searched inside, sliding one of her hand in, seeking for something.

"Abandon it? But sis, couldn't we at least enjoy this trip for ourselves?" Sol said in devastation and with a frown on her face. "I wanted to see the dungeon that the Crimson Lion's and the Black Bull's discovered a month ago." She whined.

"Sol, this mock training is for all of the magic knights. It isn't just for us. I can not allow our squad to do as we please, since this plan was made by the Wizard King, Julius himself. That is why, I will contact Marx right now and ask for instructions." Charlotte uttered as she finally found what she was looking for.

But before she had the chance to contact the head quarters, a tall man appeared, shadowing her as he grabbed the device that she was holding in her hands. "You don't have to contact them anymore, Prickly Queen." Said the man in front of her. It startled her of course, she was so focused on the device, that she didn't notice her surroundings. She looked behind him and saw his squad members a few meters away, some were sitting on the grass while some were running around, jerking off.

"Y-yami! W-w-w-what a-are you, d-doing here?" Charlotte stuttered. Insecure of how she looks, she faced the ground blushing uncontrollably. It shouldn't be like this, she thought to herself. And so, she stood up, straightened and fixed herself as she looked at him but back to the ground.

Yami sighed as he blew the smoke he inhaled from his cigarette, facing the sunset. "Got you frightened there? Sorry about that." he replied.

Sol on the other hand had joined the other magic knights, it seems that one of the black bull's member started cooking and serving snacks for everyone.

"Anyway, I'm here because Julius sent me here. That's also the reason why you're here, aren't ya?" Yami responded, answering her question while he sat slowly on the grass, leaning his back on the large tree trunk. He patted the space beside him, telling her to sit down.

She can feel herself blush from his motion.

He sighed heavily. "C'mon, don't tell me you're afraid of me now." Yami said in a loud tone, enough to call her attention. He scooted over a little bit more, welcoming her to sit next to him.

"I, uh." Charlotte didn't know what to do, she sat down as she shifted uncomfortably next to him. They weren't too close from each other, neither were they too far. She cursed herself in her mind for this silliness of hers. He just wants her to sit next to him, nothing more, why can't she just act normal?

"The other captains won't be here today" He started the conversation.

Does that mean, we're the, only squad captains, present at this training? BOTH OF US? AND WE'RE GOING TO THE HOT SPRINGS!

Various thoughts of them being together made her crimson red. "W-why is that?" She asked him, still stuttering.

She can feel her internal self screaming like a fucking banshee, seems like she still can't get a hold of herself.

Yami inhaled from his cigarette and blew the smoke gently from his mouth before he returned the remaining half of it back in his pouch. "Julius had given the other captains a mission, and some other squads were somehow forced to guard the capital for the meantime." He explained, as he glanced on her.

Her head was still facing the ground, he wondered why she won't even bother to look at him. "You alright?" he asked.

Charlotte was speechless. It can't be, why in the world does she have to get stuck with him again? B-but, she doesn't think it's that bad either...

She was so caught up in her thoughts that she barely noticed Yami asking if she was okay or not . "Oh, uh yes, of course I'm alright." She answered without even trying to capture a single look at him. "It's just, too bad the others won't be here." She added to her response. What a stupid lie, she thought. This is great!

He stole another glance at her, only to find himself drowning in her beauty. What's this called? It shouldn't be like this, should it? There's no way a thing would ever happen between us. His heart clenched at the thought as he looked away, but something about her gives me warmth...

Yami looked back again, admiring how beautiful she actually is. Rosy blonde hair, and how the suns light's causes it to show its golden tone. Steel blue eyes that are cold as ice, yet ever warming to see. Lips so flushed, it makes him wonder what it would feel like to touch it.

"Charlotte" Yami called in a soft and low voice.

She was slightly stunned, he actually called her by her name. A brief of panic filtered inside of her. "Yeah?" She replied, asking herself why her heart was beating rapidly.

"D'you remember that time at your headquarters where I told you that I knew how you felt about me?" He asked, asking himself if he did really know.

All he knows is that, she's too far for him to reach. So far in fact, that he can only watch her from a distance. He had always admired her since before, her beauty and her strength. But things changed ever since he had to slice open her briars just to see her strangled in her own magic. It confused him, he just gave her a bit of advice and luckily, the magic disappeared. He heard that it was a curse, but well, he didn't really go much into the details.

Charlotte thought about Yami's question, of course she remembers that time. How could she forget when all she does is replay that moment whenever she can think about it or when she can't fall asleep at night?

She met his gaze, eyes locking. "What about it?" She questioned him. He was somehow solely transfixed on her, she broke contact, terrified of what might happen if she didn't do so. But...

Charlotte knew of course, this is a perfect chance to confess. It's one one those opportunities, but how many times has she already wasted each opportunity that she gets? Will she let this chance slip off her again?

She gulped as she slowly looked at him, she found him looking at her and little did she know that she too was also drowning at his deep but light grey eyes. "Y-yami, I-" But before she could continue what she wanted to say, she suddenly got cut off by one of Yami's finger on her lips.

His face was so close to hers, the only thing blocking their face from touching is probably just his hand. It feels, nice in a way. She wanted more, she wanted him to wrap his arms around her. She wanted him to press his lips on hers, to taste him. She wanted to know if he too was madly in love with her, as she is with him.

She swore she had fainted.

"Hush, prickly queen. We should better get going now." He silenced her as he whispered in her ear. "We could probably talk about it sooner" he said as he stood up and gave her a hand.

She stared at the hand in front of her face, Charlotte doubt that she'll let herself accept it.

Denied by her shrug, Yami knew she's back to her prickly personality again.

"I believe that I can stand on my ow-" She didn't get to continue her sentence after hearing Yami sigh heavily in frustration.

She looked up to him, only to see him pout. Her heart flattered, it leaves her helpless to see this vulnerable side of him.

Yami flickered his hand closer to her. "Prickly as ever, you are." He said, as she placed her hand on his. He squeezed her hand as soon as he received it and pulled her up.

"Let us go then." Charlotte said, as she stood in front of him with a tiny subtle smile.

Yami smiled back at her. "Yeah." as he slightly tapped her shoulder, indicating her to start walking.

She smiled as she walked with him towards their brigade members. Was she genuinely happy though? She couldn't quite tell. There's a part of her not wanting to admit it, it frustrates the hell out of her. However, she won't let it consume her. At least she got to be with him again.

At least they got to be together again.

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turning-dreams-into-chaos · 5 years

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Banished (Part 3)

*Not My Gif*

Part 1 Part 2

Requested: Nope! (Send some in if you want!)

Paring: Bellamy Blake X Reader, The 100 X Reader

Word count: 3,400

Post Date: 5-18-19

Summary: When the 100 was sent to the ground, Y/N Y/L/N was one of them. Having been locked up for almost 8 years, how will she react to surviving on Earth? Especially when she gets banished...

A/N: ok Part 3! I know it’s been a few days since I posted something but yeah sorry! Anyways, many people wanted another so here you go! If you want a part 4 comment or send me something so I know y’all are liking this series. Be sure to like, comment, reblog and REQUEST! I live on your feedback so share your thoughts! Enjoy! (Also tell me if I made mistakes cause I didn’t really edit it well enough 😂 )

- Ria

~Master List~

~Open Requests~

*Based on episodes 1X03 of the 100 “Earth Kills”

You left the drop ship after spending a few days trying to save Jasper, exhausted as you made your way to your tent. You weren’t much help in he medical area, but Jasper was your friend and you weren’t about to let your friend die. Octavia and you had grown closer since the night you came back with Jasper, both of you showing how much you care for the boy, although you suspect Octavia might care for him a little different than you do. When you get to your tent you pull back the flap before hearing a girl scream. Clarke had just came out of the drop ship and giving her a confused look you both look around camp for the girl. Clarke managed to find her first and gently shaking her she made sure she was okay.

“It’s… my parents. They were floated and they… and I see it in my dreams and I just…” She begins, her voice broken from the sobbing. You grab the girls hand, gently rubbing the back of it with your fingers. She looks up at you and you give her a meek smile as she returns it. You start to zone out a little as Clarke and her share their stories of family, thinking back on yours. You loved your family…but they didn’t love you enough. You felt your throat go dry as you thought back on to your time on the ark. Back to when living wasn’t just surviving but actually enjoying life. Back to when your parents were your parents and not just people who gave birth to you. Your hand continued to rub hers as her eyes closed, the conversation with Clarke having ended.

“You staying here?” Clarke whispered, drawing your attention up to her. You nodded your head giving her a lazy smile as you pull you knees up into your chest, resting your head on them. You closed you eyes as Clarke walked back into the drop ship. Memories of the ark playing in your mind, memories you wished you’d forgotten.

“Daddy! Mommy! Where are you! I want to show you what I learned!” you say as you walked into the kitchen area, looking around for your parents. You start to panic a little, your parents were never gone when you got home. When you walked into your room you notice an envelope on your bed, with your name on it. Jumping onto your bed you began to read the letter.

Our Dearest Y/N.

You are the best thing in our life, you make our bleak lives brighter with your smile and your laughter. You are our everything. But it isn’t enough. We love you Y/N, we truly do, but we’ve had enough of this life. Of not being able to provide for you the way we should, of not being the best parents we could’ve been, of not being enough for you, and you not being enough to help in our life. Y/N you made us happy, but we were still lost. We’ve given up and can’t do it anymore. We love you and we are so sorry, Y/N. We are floating ourselves. Tonight. Goodbye Y/N.

- Mom and Dad

Tears began streaming down your face. ‘not enough’ you thought ‘how am I not enough!’. You clenched the now tear stained letter in your hand as you dashed out of your room towards the one person you knew could help you; Marcus Kane. He has been best friends with your parents since they were younger and was your godfather. You knew that he could help you, you knew that he could save your parents. You dashed through the ark, ignoring the constant remarks and murmurs of the people you passed. When finally found him, you were out of breath, quickly shoving the letter into his hands as the tears continued to pour out. As he looked at your disheveled appearance and read the wet wrinkled paper, water started to pool in the corner of his eyes as he picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder as he raced you to where your parents were, or were supposed to be.

You saw them. Kane managed to get there mere seconds before the door was opened, allowing you to get one final look at the parents who abandoned you, who promised you the world only to say you weren’t enough, who you later found out paid a guard to let them float themselves. You collapsed on the ground, you, only 8 years old, are now an orphan, and while your parents felt lost in their life you are beginning to learn what it felt like to be lost. And you didn’t want to ever feel like this again. Kane watched from afar as you cried, unable to take his eyes off you when Jaha and some guards came through the door and Kane explained what happened.

“Kane, she’s your goddaughter. She’s your responsibility now. Can you do it?” Jaha asked, Kane just stared at you, looking at the daughter of his two best friends, his two dead best friends, and all he could see is their faces. He couldn’t watch you, you would just be a constant reminder of them, and he couldn’t take it. He couldn’t tell you that though, you wouldn’t be able to take the fact that he couldn’t do it because of you. He turned to Jaha, finally making eye contact as a tear finally slipped past his eyes.

“No…” he whispered before turning and walking out of the room.

You jumped awake, the dream causing your breath to increase rapidly as your hands shook from how hard you gripped them. Your shoulder had began to ache at the movement, causing you to groan at how weak you could be. You got off the ground brushing the dirt off your pants before noticing the sunlight, Charlotte was no where to be seen meaning you probably slept longer than you wanted but you didn’t care. You made your way over to the drop ship to check on Jasper and have Clarke check on your bandages.

“Morning Sunshine.” Bellamy says as he joins your walk. You roll your eyes as you shove him a little, both of you falling into a silence as Jaspers moans flood the camp. Your head shoots to the point of the sound as your pace quicken, hoping you’re able to help his pain.

As you climb up the ladder the sound of Clarke’s bossing everyone around and Octavia and Finn’s arguments flood the air as you join the group, wiping away some sweat off the boy.

“She’s trying to save his life.”

“She can’t” Bellamy deadpans, looking at Finn. Your head shoots up, drawing his attention to you.

“Why the hell would you say that? He’s gonna survive whether you like it or not Blake. We won’t give up on him.” You say as you make your way up to him, you chest almost touching his as your eyes bore into his. Just like when you first arrived on the ground Wells butted into the tense moment, causing your rage to fill you up even more. Your fists become clenched once again as turn your attention onto Wells.

“Back off” he says to Bellamy, who is watching you with alerted eyes, ready to try and calm your anger if it expels from you. Octavia had noticed Bellamy’s gaze and then your fists, a little bloody but still clasped hard. Her hand falls onto your shoulder, careful not to touch your injury, as she pulls your attention. Both Blakes are now watching you intently for your next move, but Bellamy decides to let his sister handle you right now as he has a battle to fight with the privileged. After your breath had calmed down you released your grip, wincing as your nails retracted from your skin. You look up at Octavia’s cautious expression as you mumble a thanks and make your way back down the ladder to the wash basin to clean your cuts, once again.

Grabbing a rag and gently watching as the blood cascades off your fingers into the ground, you don’t notice another person quietly walking up behind you. You’re still scrubbing your hands until you feel their hands gently land on your shoulders. Flinching, you turn around only to let your guard down when you saw the 12-year-old girl standing in front of you, watching as you try to calm your breathing.

“Are you okay?” She asks, breaking the silence that surrounded you two.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little on edge I guess.” You mumble as you look her up and down. “What’s your name kid?”

“Charlotte. Yours?”

“Y/N.” As soon as you said your name her eyes furrowed. You give her a confused look as her eyes then got wide.

“Y/N Y/L/N? I heard about you, one of the guards that locked me up said I was just like you when you were locked up.” She said, causing your jaw to stiffen and your gaze to fall to the ground. “Wait, you were with Clarke last night. I woke up this morning and you were still there. You looked so peaceful I didn’t want to wake you.” A smile never left her face as she looked at you. But you only stared at her with wide eyes. ‘Just like me?’ you thought.

“I wasn’t listening last night… What’d you do to get locked up?” you say giving her an apologetic smile at your inability to pay attention. She hesitantly began to recount the story of how she attacked a guard after her parents death, asking if you’re paying attention every few minutes, causing you to smile at her.

“So, how does it feel to you to no longer be in the skybox?” you asked her when her story had ended. You could see the light in her eye grow bigger as her smile did the same.

“It’s amazing down here.” Was all she said before looking towards the gate. At that motion you realized she probably hasn’t even left the camp.

“You want out?” you say a smirk appearing on your face. Her head snaps back yours as she sees your expression. Beginning to jump up and down at your words.

“Really?! You mean that?! Bellamy said I wasn’t allowed to!” She says as she grabs your arm like a kid, making you chuckle at her behavior.

“Well Bellamy’s not in charge of me, now is he?” you say as you throw the rag you were using back into the basin, putting an arm around her shoulder as you lead her out of the camp. She never stopped looking around, taking in all of her new surroundings exactly like you had. You made sure not to stray to far from camp, but you wanted her to get the full experience, not to just be locked up in a camp exactly like she was on the ark. After a few hours of walking, you heard some noise and sharing a look with Charlotte she knew to be careful. You jumped behind a tree, pulling her with you as the noise grew closer. That’s when you realized it was just some kids from the camp, not grounders, not a real threat. Your body relaxed as Charlotte had taken some steps away. But when you heard a thud your body tensed up again.

“Who the hell are you?” a voice, you immediately realized was Bellamy’s, asked. You made yourself known after Charlotte had spoken. When Bellamy’s eyes caught yours, you gave him another one of your smirks as you threw your am around Charlotte, the girl smiling as she felt it.

“Of course, you’re the reason why she out here. There are grounders out here and it isn’t safe for either of you to be here.” Bellamy says. You roll your eye at the comment and make your way over to him, standing away but close enough where everyone could feel the tension between the two of you.

“Oh, come on Blake. You and I both know that I can protect myself. And that I probably wouldn’t have listened to you if you told me that earlier.” The raise your brows to challenge him when a horn sounds through the trees. Your eyes lifted, watching the birds and bugs around you scurry away as you grabbed Charlotte’s hand.

“Run!” Bellamy yells as he reaches out and grasps your hand, pulling both of you with him towards the caves.

“Atom!” you yell as you see him hit the ground, engulfed by the mysterious yellow fog. You push Charlotte and Bellamy into the cave as you turn around to help him, your skin starting to burn as the fog crawled up your arm. Bellamy once again grabs you, but this time he has you by your waist pulling you into his body as your cries of pain cause his stomach to churn. When you get into the cave, you rip your jacket off, looking at blood seeping down your arm, causing your shirt to get stuck onto the burning skin. Your groans had stopped, turning into grunts at the pain. Bellamy and Charlotte watched as you pulled the top off, careful not to expose yourself but needing to get the skin away from the shirt. Bellamy couldn’t help but stare at your unaware, practically shirtless figure, Charlotte just worried about you. You managed to find a way to wrap your arm with the shirt so it wasn’t hurting but you were no longer bleeding. You shrugged your jacket back on to keep you warm, finally slowing your movements for the first time since you started running. When Bellamy’s stares caught your eye you glanced up as his played off the awkward situation by coughing, like it didn’t make it more obvious. You gave a slight chuckle as you relaxed on the floor, closing your eyes and trying to drown out the pain of not being able to save Atom. Of not being able to save anyone.

“How’d you get locked up?” Bellamy asked when Charlotte feel asleep, your eyes opened staring at the ceiling of the cave. Turning your head to him, you thought about telling him. Of letting him know everything.

“You really want to know?” you asked, already knowing his answer. He gave you an interested nod.

“Indulge me.”

“Wanted a change of scenery. One day I was bored, three douche guards were annoying me, so I thought why not try and teach them a lesson. So, I killed two of them, beat the third nearly to death. Quite fast for a 10-year-old might I add.” You reply as the amusement left his face and appeared in yours. You turned your body to face the wall, letting his stare remain on you but not letting him see your expression.

“Oh…” was all he said. You pulled your knees up against you as you had done night before, hand trembling as you tried to sleep. ‘You had to lie. You had to’ You thought as you fell into a silent slumber.

Charlotte stirrings had awoken you from you sleep as you and Bellamy both made your ways to her.

“Charlotte! Hey Charlotte.” Bellamy spoke, shaking her gently to wake her. She shot up in a panic until she saw you and Bellamy huddled around her.

“I’m sorry.” She whispers as you grab her hand once again, calming her down.

“Does it happen a lot?” Bellamy asks seeing your hand tangled with hers. Charlotte gives him a slight nod as she lays her body into yours, you moved so she could do so more comfortably. “What are you scared of? You know what? It doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is what you do about it” Charlotte gave him a confused look before turning to you. You gave her a small smile before turning to the boy, catching his gaze on you. You listened and watched as Bellamy taught her how to face her demons, giving her a knife to sleep with. When you found her asleep you released her hand and made your way back to your spot, curling up into yourself as you scumbled to sleep.

“Anybody out there! Jones!” Bellamy yells into the forest. You yawn and close your eyes for a second, not noticing Charlotte walking away until it’s to late.

“Charlotte?” you ask looking down next to you. Bellamy turns around to see what you’re confused about and as soon as he does a scream echoed from the forest, looking at each other in fear before running to find Charlotte.

“Charlotte!” you yell as you pull her into a hug, not seeing the bloody body on the ground until Bellamy points it out. “Oh my god. Bellamy…” you whisper as you kneel down to Atom, carefully placing a hand on his head. You stare down at the boy as Clarke, Finn, and Wells come running up. Bellamy demands that everyone go back to camp, and soon it’s just Clarke, you, and Bellamy.

Clarke has joined you and Bellamy on the ground next to Atom, trying to remain strong as Atom begs for death. Your throat had gone dry as you looked upon his body, unable to form any thoughts. Clarke had taken the knife from Bellamy, who couldn’t manage to kill Atom when he asked.

“I’m gonna help you, alright?” Clarke whispered as she stroked Atoms cheek, wiping away tears and blood caked on his skin. She held the knife to his neck, her hand wavering slightly but enough to let you see the tears in her eyes and the reluctance in her motions. You carefully place your hand on hers, slowly pulling the knife out of her grasp. Her tired eyes moved to yours, giving you a slight nod before you looked back at Atom.

“It’s gonna be ok Atom. I promise it will be ok…” You whisper, your voice barely able to be heard but he did. You pushed the knife deep into his throat as Clarke hummed a tune, Bellamy watching the side of your face with wide eyes as you stared at Atom’s bloody features. The only noise filling the air was Clarke’s hums as Charlotte watched from a distance.

Getting back from the camp you made your way over to the other graves, shovel in hand. You hadn’t said a word since you spoke to Atom, and Bellamy noticed. He watched you as you dug, each time the shovel hit the ground with more force, your hands gripping the tool harder. When it was done you stared at the hole, not moving a muscle. Bellamy started towards you but stopped when he saw Wells come up to your side.

“Clarke told me what happened Y/N. I’m sorry you had to do that.” He said as put a hand on your good shoulder. You turned your face towards his and he frowned when he saw the dark circles surrounding your eyes and the broken smile you possessed.

“That’s life Wells. People die and others suffer. What are you going to do about it.” You say shrugging as you toss the shovel to the ground. Wells took a step back at your statement, unsure of how to continue this conversation.

“Look, I know we haven’t had the best meeting or gotten along all that great… but what do you say we start over? This time on the right foot.” His hand shot out as if to shake yours and after a moment he drops it when you don’t shake.

“I don’t like starting over Wells. We know what happened and we move on. Let bygones be bygones.” You say turning to him one more time, only this time it’s you who stuck your hand out. “Bygones?”

“Bygones.” He repeats as he shakes on it, walking you back to the camp. “I’m on watch. I’ll see you around Y/L/N.” You give him a nod as you make your way back to your camp, your sadness seeming to dissipate. You look around camp one last time before retiring for the night, thinking back on the demons you’ve faced throughout the day, unaware of the 12 year old facing hers right now.

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theachersbedsidedreamblog · 4 years

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THE GREEN GLOVES

(And I just love the way my best friend and another male friend always if I don’t mention one in a while ask me if I dreamed anything)

I was in what looked like a recreational center. There were groups of people. From one end of the room to the other end in the middle of the room was a long picnic bench (Ill describe it as) and everyone was on the top part. I remember one of my aunts (Charlotte) and I vaguely remember the other (Connie). My cousin Jessica may have also been there. Anyways I remember I was waiting for my brother (Mark) to come through the door. I remember my aunt Charlotte asking “Is that him?” I got up and blocked the path of someone that turned out to be a female. Not sure why I thought this was him. Anyways I remember thinking maybe he wasn’t coming. I do remember seeing someone in the room with a green glove but I think they must have gone through the door (or went out of sight). Through the door was another room that was completely empty (no furniture). I remember a group of us sitting around in a circle on the floor. There was another door and it had a transparent window. Through the window, I saw the hand with the green glove reaching for the door. It hesitated. I was still at this point thinking it was my brother. So “Green Glove” opened the door and as soon as they stepped in the room, I got this sense of darkness like something bad was about to happen. And I was right. Never saw a face. It seemed to be shadowed. Just the green gloves. Some other men joined the Glove in the room. The Glove was holding a rope in his hands. He exchanged a silent consent with the other men and made his selection. He walked and stood by my aunt. He said, “I’ll start with her.” I woke up heart pounding.

SYMBOLS:

(What Could This Mean?)

This was clearing a warning, that much I understood immediately. My best friend asked but was it about you or about your aunt. I told him that according to books and dream sites I’ve read that other people we dream about represent parts of ourselves we connect to. So what did my aunt and I have in common. I had to think about this for a minute. The man with the rope I saw as representing something that needs to get “hung” up (or some bad trait she and I do that needs to end). I thought PROCRASTINATE (tho I’m not as bad as her). I thought INTROVERTED (I’m horrible at it. She’s slightly better than I am but it’s getting to that point where like me she doesn’t feel like being bothered with a lot of events). I thought SHOPPING (we both don’t really like to be at a mall shopping forever and looking at clothes. We both just like to find it and get out). I thought about WICCA (I’m full Wiccan my aunt is a slight Wiccan. She’s a Catholic *used to be* and she goes to Church *Christian* but she isn’t opposed to doing Wiccan practices *like spells*). I think whoever she’s with she just adapts to what they follow easily. I even thought about how we both liked to READ and DRAW (Drawing was a long time ago. She used to sketch ladies and reading I think got replaced with YouTube). So, I got that it’s a bad common trait just not sure what. None of these seem like enough of a sinister feel. Still scratching my head on that. I thought the dream could have possibly been a warning since my brother seemed to be important in it that it was a warning about him. I knew he wasn’t the green gloved man, but it felt like seeing him was crucial. Not surprising because I haven’t seen him in YEARS! Maybe this was my desire to be closer to him than we are. For a long time, we didn’t speak because of resent I had because he always seemed to be too busy (and he was the one who sought ME out). But some years ago I made it right (I’m pretty much like that *easy going* I don’t like conflicts with people for too long and will quickly apologize. I should have never let our disagreement go on long as it did. Now it’s just about showing him that someone from our Dad’s side cares). I thought about the light message (minus the dark-edged overtone) that I constantly want to strangle my aunt because she has NO what-so-ever when people just don’t want company. The last time I saw her I was laying down and she came in my room, brought a chair, and stuck her tablet in my face and told me to look at it and tell her why she couldn’t get on the Internet. Then stayed afterward and started watching Dracula. I thought about the GLOVE since it was practically highlighted and this is what I found.

GREEN: signifies a positive change, good health, growth, fertility, healing, hope, vigor, vitality, peace, and serenity. The appearance of the color may also be a way of telling you to "go ahead". Alternatively, green is a metaphor for a lack of experience in some task.

To "be green" means that you are environmentally conscious. Green is also symbolic of you strive to gain recognition and establish your independence. Money, wealth and jealousy are often associated with this color.

Dark green indicates materialism, cheating, deceit, and/or difficulties with sharing. You need to balance your feminine and masculine attributes.

What stood out to me was MONEY and MATERIALISM. My aunt and I both have in common we both want to make a lot of money (hence the interest in spells *hers, not mine*. Only I actually do something active about it and play a site where you can win money because I know that spells don’t work without action. Which I’ve often tried to tell her but doesn’t quite seem to sink in). Then the dream about me being MATERIALISTIC. So YES, I admit it. I’m GUILTY! I LUUUUV to shop on Amazon! It’s my flaw and I will do this and make excuses because actually (honestly) it’s just a way to fill a big hole. So I say “Life gave me TONS of strife. VERY LITTLE HAPPINESS so HELL YEAH I’ma give myself some. This is my rationale. I do realize other things come first but are there some things I get I probably don’t need ABSOLUTELY! But I get them anyway as a way of silent rebellion. If *that* was the thing I need “hung up” I don’t think it’s gonna happen but we’ll see. I can try to get better. Still don’t think it’s gonna happen (Just me being honest).

GLOVES: To see or wear gloves in your dream represent the way you handle things. You are getting a handle on a problem. Consider the phrase "handle with kid gloves" and how you need to be more cautious in some situation. Or perhaps you are overly cautious. Alternatively, wearing gloves may mean that your creative abilities are still latent. You need to acknowledge and express that creative side.

To dream that you are taking off gloves symbolize respect.

To dream that you are wearing work gloves represent a difficult situation that may get your hands dirty. If you are wearing driving gloves, then it means that you need to take control of your life. If you are wearing boxing gloves, that it indicates that you are involved in a some sort of conflict. Is there something in your life that you are struggling with? To wear white gloves in your dream signify luxury and richness.

To dream that you throw a glove on the floor suggests that you need to challenge or address someone about an issue that is bothering you.

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Chapter 19 The Bell Doesn’t Dismiss You (Tedgens)

“I can't live with my mom anymore." Ok shit it's really that bad. Fuck. I don't know what to do. I've never been in the scenario before. I really really really want to help but what the fuck can I do?

Then the bell rings.

"Shit." All I know is he's alive, and of course the fucking bell has to right. "Can we talk about this at lunch?"

"Of course. I'm gonna go say hi to the others." Ted puts his sunglasses back on and walks over to Paul and Bill.

I guess I'll just go to my next class now.

"Not so fast." Emma yanks on my shirt sleeve violently. I turn to face her. "Did he fucking kiss you?"

I forgot other people were around. He kissed me in a public place. He's not ashamed of me. I can't help but smile.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Emma is great but that doesn't mean I can't annoy her. It's sometimes funny watching her get frustrated.

"Bitch you have to tell me." She already looks a little pissed.

"Ok, I'll tell you." I pause for dramatic effect, "wow would you look at the time! I'm going to be late to third." And I jog away towards my next class. I'm not going to look back but I can imagine the look on her face.

He kissed me in public. He's not ashamed. I hadn't even thought about whether or not he would be ashamed. BUT HE ISN'T!

Third period. He isn't there

Lunch time! I need to find Ted. Right now. I might not be able to get lunch. School lunches do suck though so I guess it's fine.

Ted: Do you want me to meet up with you?

Henry: Meet me at the main building cafeteria.

Sweet, I can get lunch. A shitty shitty public school lunch.

From the lunch line I can see ted waiting

at the cafeteria door. I don't think he can see me. He looks like he's doing a better, but he's clutching his stomach. He's still wearing the sunglasses. I wish I brought makeup with me to help with his black eye.

I grab my peanut butter and jelly sandwich lunch thing. I walk up to him. He smiles warmly when he sees me. God his smile.

"Hi" I smile back.

"Hello. So do you want to like go somewhere to talk or should we just stand in this doorway?" His black eye is really apparent when you're up close. I've never had a black eye before. I've only really seen them in movies. They look really painful.

"The doorway is tempting, but perhaps we should get out of people's way." We can keep it a little light hearted before we have to get into all of the serious stuff. Right? Is that appropriate?

"Perhaps we should." Ted and I step out of the cafeteria, "I have an idea of where we can have a little privacy."

He walks me over to the science building. Apparently there's just a bunch of benches over there. I've gone here for three fucking years and I didn't know that there were benches here. There aren't many people over here, so me and ted have a table to ourselves.

Ted has a little bag with his name written on it. I have no clue where he got it because he didn't have it when he left my house, and I don't think he got it from his mom.

"So." I don't know how to start this conversation. "What happened to your eye?"

That felt like a safe way to start. Ted chuckles nervously.

"Is it really that bad?" He looks really sad. I want to hug him until he feels better.

"Well it's not good." I don't know how to explain how painful it looks. It's all swollen and purple. It freaks me out.

"My mom's boyfriend," he exhales heavily, that's enough. That sigh, and I already hate whats-his-name's guts. "Keith, punched me."

He did more that that. Ted was holding his stomach. It was more than just a punch.

"I'm so sorry." I don't know what to do. I want to help. I just care so much and there isn't anything I can really do.

"I'll be ok." Ted puts his hand on mine. His hand feels dry and rough. I should have stopped him from going.

"Where are you going to stay?" I know he'll be ok. He seems really prepared for this. I need to know for sure he has a place to stay. My parents won't get home till Monday so...

"I'll probably stay with Bill and Paul. Their parents don't seem to really care. Hell I think Bill's parents want to adopt me. I'll probably stay on some other people's couches." Ted shrugs. That kind of sounds like what he is already doing.

"Well my parents aren't home till Monday so feel free to stay with me over the weekend." I squeeze his hand, "you will eventually have to get a permanent place to live." I really really really hope he has a plan. I want him to be safe.

"Yeah I know." God if anything happened to him I don't know what I'd do. That feels dramatic but it's true. I care so much. "So what are you doing later tonight?"

Wow that is just a complete pivot. Shit, what am I doing later?

"Nothing?" I'm like 80% sure that I'm not doing anything. I want to hang out with him so I'm just going to say that I don't have anything going on.

"Well how do you feel about me taking you on a date?" Ted smiles. I know I'm definitely blushing. Like a date. Like a date date with Ted.

"Yes." Wow how eloquent. Ted starts laughing. I can't help but laugh too. I'm the least smooth person to ever live.

"I FOUND THEM!" Someone around us yells, I know that voice! "What's up lovebirds?" Emma sits down next to me.

She's follows by Bill, Paul, and Charlotte. It's kind of nice that they came looking for us. I haven't ever really been a part of like an actual group of friends. But I like this.

"So how long has this been a thing?" Paul wiggles his eyebrows. What does Emma see in him?

"Why didn't you tell me!" Charlotte lightly hits Ted's arm. I know that they are just friends but, I don't know.

"When were you going to tell me?" Emma pushes me violently. That scans.

I realize that Ted's still holding my hand. My heart flutters. I want to go on that date right now! Why do we have to stay at school? School is stupid.

"This has been a thing for, what like 10 hours." Ted still doesn't let go of my hand, and he's so casual about it. It's just. Great.

"I was going to tell you, Em. I just hadn't yet." That's a lie. I wasn't going to tell her until I talked to Ted about it. I mean I guess everyone knows now.

"So ted are you like..." Paul doesn't finish his sentence. Straight people BS right here.

"Bi. I'm bi." Ted casually squeezes my hand. My stomach does a flip.

"Cool," Paul nods. He seems cool with it. If he wasn't I'd have to cancel all interactions between him and Emma.

The bell rings. Everyone goes their separate ways to their next classes. Ted waits till the others are relatively far away.

"Meet me in front of the auditorium when school gets out."

"Got it." I cant wait. I don't want to do two fucking classes. Just date now.

Ted kissed my forehead and walks off to his next class. I watch him walk away. I don't give a shit if I'm late to theatre. It doesn't matter! I have a date!

The moment I step into class Norah is by my side asking my questions and making sure I'm ok. She's a good friend but wow she can be annoying.

"I'm fine Norah." I finally start to sketch down some costume designs.

"You can't lie to me. We're bound by the sacred bond of running mates." She isn't working on the assignment she's just watching me.

Zoey's on her phone, but she's always on her phone. It's a wonder she's passing any class.

"Hey Henry." Zoey looks up from her for the first time in a century. "Why is there a video of you kissing Ted Richards?"

What.

#tedgens #the bell doesnt dismiss you #fanfic

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the-beastslayers-queen · 5 years

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Magic and Moonlight: Chapter 19

Here’s chapter 19. Tagging: @queenofthearchitect @wwepoppunkprincess @balorrollinsmoxley @bethany99stuff-blog @mrsambroserollinsacklesmgk @sassyspacedust @afauss2009 and @calwitch If you want to be tagged here and/or on my one shots, hit the inbox. Enjoy!

I tried to stay up for when Colby and Charlotte would come into Orlando for the next few days since Raw was coming to town as was a couple live shows. Unfortunately, I fell asleep in my bed, the book I was currently reading was laying on my chest. I felt someone leaving butterfly kisses on my forehead and cheeks, causing me to stir. I opened my eyes to find Colby sitting next to me, leaning over me.

“When did you get in,” I asked him, sleep weighing heavily on my voice.

“Char and I just got here,” he replied, “You look exhausted. How about you go put on something more comfortable to wear for bed and we’ll get some sleep, okay. You have to go train with your magic with Finn and then in-ring training with me.”

I got up from bed and went into my dresser to take out one of the many shirts I stole from Colby and a pair of sleep shorts out. I got changed into those while Colby took his shirt off and settled into the bed wearing just his sweatpants and socks. I climbed back into bed once I was changed and got right to work on freeing Colby’s hair from his hair tie. His old blond patch had grown out to just past his ear and his natural color was coming out. I knew that he wasn’t going to maintain the blond anymore, but I was going to miss it all the same.

“So I take it that you’re not going to re-dye your blond patch,” I asked him as I got settled under the covers.

“Nah,” he replied, “It’s too much upkeep and it’s going to destroy my hair if I do it again. I like my hair too damn much to make it go bald in that spot.”

“Yeah you’re too young and beautiful to go bald,” I teased and kissed him, “You are not allowed to go bald.”

“Alright I won’t go bald,” Colby chuckled as he turned off the lamp by the bed, “Now let’s get some sleep, we have a busy day ahead of us tomorrow.”

Colby and I got up fairly early in the morning. Colby took up the job of making breakfast while I got dressed into my workout clothes. Once I was dressed and went to sit at the kitchen island, watching Colby cook at the stove, still not wearing a damn shirt.

“Hey babe be careful,” I started to tease him, “You should wear shirts a little more so no one gets any ideas.”

“Well it’s a good thing it’s just us,” he replied still facing the stove and I could hear the smirk in his voice, “Because only you get to have the ideas about my body.”

“Oh don’t get me started,” I groaned at him playfully, “I’m not ready to make another baby just yet.”

“I wouldn’t dare think of having more werewolf pups with you yet,” he turned off the stove and served up the scrambled eggs he was making for us, “I’m not done enjoying Tyler yet to want another baby.”

“So are you going to come to the PC with me and watch me train with Finn before you and I do our thing,” I asked him, “Or are you going to go to meetings all day with Stephanie and Hunter before we train?”

“Oh I’m going to watch you train,” he replied, “I like watching you make magic.”

Once we finished our breakfast and Colby got changed to go to the PC, we made our way out. I texted Finn to let him know we were on our way over. He replied quickly that no one was at the PC today so we had it all to ourselves for the day to flex my magic-casting muscles.

Colby pulled into the parking lot and grabbed our gym bag. I hopped out of the car and took a deep breath before Colby came around to grab my hand before walking inside with me. Finn was in the ring room, sitting up on a turnbuckle, as he waited for us.

“Thanks Finn for doing this,” I greeted him as Colby kissed my cheek before sitting on the apron of the ring next to Finn’s, “Colby is going to watch if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” Finn replied, “Now I’m going to be your target. Bálor is staying out of this for right now. You’re going to cast all the spells you know on me and we’ll use it as a gauge on all improvements you make as we get you ready to face Morrigan.”

“Okay,” I replied and got ready.

I’ve been training for the last three days with Finn, and I was improving quite a bit. My vine spell was growing thicker, stronger vines that Finn would have to become Bálor in order to escape them. I’ve even improved my talent with real fire and I was able to do control burns and create fire balls. But my favorite spell was the one that attacks the brain, creating aneurysms over and over in any supernatural being that has quick healing.

But today, Finn wanted to have me train with Colby. But Colby was going to be in his wolf form. Which sucked to have Colby turn while we were out in the woods outside Orlando. Colby was still in constant pain every time he turned, so I hated to have him turn when he didn’t need to.

“Alright so here’s the plan,” Finn stood by Colby, unconsciously petting Colby as he began to explain the exercise, “Colby is going to charge at you and you have to cast as many spells as you can at him to slow him down and stop him. This is to work on your pacing so you can cast spells in succession without hesitating. And you won’t hurt him too badly since Bálor put a protection charm on him so you won’t injure him. If anything, he’ll come out of this with bruises and scrapes more than anything too serious.”

“Okay,” I gulped, nervous as hell that I was going to be casting offensive magic at Colby.

I have all the faith in the world that you won’t hurt me, babe. Give me your best shot. I will not hurt you if I manage to reach you before you can stop me.

I took a deep breath as Colby got into position to start charging at me. Once he took off running, I began to work on growing thorny vines from in the ground to try to trip him up, but they weren’t growing fast enough. So I tried to grow more vines and tried to whip them at him, but missed every shot. I resorted to trying to blast him back with telekinetic blasts, but he was dodging them faster than I could throw them. Hell, I tried to blast him with a frost spell to freeze him, but he dipped to the side of it. I finally tried the vines again, but Colby dodged them and leapt into the air and tackled me into the dirt.

You tried your best, there babe. Try harder.

Don’t be an ass. You were being cheeky as hell dodging everything I threw at you.

I can’t make this easy for you. If I did, you wouldn’t stand a chance against Morrigan. But we’re not going to stop trying, okay. Now dust yourself off and we’ll try again.

Colby trotted back across the field to stand by Finn again.

“Your casting speed was solid,” Finn praised, “But your accuracy is the issue. You have to be preemptive in your casting. You have divination talents right? Use them to see the next move. Predict Colby’s next move before he can even decide to do it and you’ll catch him. Now go again.”

Colby charged again and this time I focused on trying to see the future. I used what I saw of his decisions that he’d make and I started to weave my vine spells. When I predicted his dodge, I nailed him in the muzzle with a vine, slowing him a little. I proceed to wrap that vine around his muzzle as more vines grew and wrapped around the rest of his body. I made the vines coil around him like vipers, applying pressure. I opened my eyes to see Colby struggling to wiggle free. I smirked at him and I tightened the vines enough to make him whimper a little.

Not cool, Thea.

I got you right where I want you.

I ran over to where he was trapped and I planted a little kiss on his nose, falling into a fit of giggles for catching so easily this time. Colby looked unamused since I caught him at his expense.

“Nice work, Thea,” Finn complimented me, “Now I think we’re done with this exercise for today. Release Colby and he can turn back into his human form.”

Tonight, Colby was gone. He and Charlotte had to go back on the road for Raw and more live shows as well as Smackdown tapings. So Finn and I opted to do the next training session at the apartment. This one was to train my mind.

“Now for this exercise,” Finn sat across from me, “I’m going to give Bálor control and he’s going to invade your mind, making you see things you don’t want. Basically, he’s going to give you waking nightmares. Your job is to block him out and counter him with a waking nightmare of your own.”

“Okay,” I took a deep breath, “I’m ready when you are.”

Finn flashed away and Bálor took his place. I braced myself as Bálor sent his nightmares at me. I closed my eyes as he casted his nightmares at me.

I opened my eyes to find Colby standing before me. But this time, he was bloodied and he was clutching his side and cradling an arm to his chest. I went to him, touching his chest and feeling his blood against his skin. I looked up into his eyes and I heard him gasp and cough up blood. I looked down and I saw a knife was plunged into his chest. I looked back into his eyes and watched as the light left his eyes.

“Colby,” I screamed, “No no nononono!”

I held onto him as his body fell down onto me, lowering him down into my lap as I sat on the ground. I tried to use healing magic on him, but it wasn’t working. I even tried to tap into my death magic to bring him back, but nothing worked.

The nightmare ended and a new one began. This time I saw Colby sitting on the ground. I could hear him crying. I stood back up and walked over to him. I looked over his shoulder and clasped my hand over my mouth as I tried to muffle my scream. In Colby’s arms was our dead son, he was gray and so still. I began to cry at seeing my son, my little boy, dead in his father’s arms.

The second nightmare ended and the third began. This time I saw Morrigan standing before me as she held a blade to my mother’s throat. I glared at Morrigan as she laughed at me. Then she ran the blade against my mother’s throat, slicing her clean from ear to ear. I watched as my mother struggled to breathe as her blood rushed out of her neck. Morrigan let go of my mother and she plopped down onto the ground, dead.

With that the third nightmare ended and the first one started again. This time, I ran toward Colby and I grabbed hold of him, moving him away from the blade that was coming for his back. I projected a physical shield and caught the blade. I glared at the unknown figure with the knife and turned it back against them, stabbing them dead with the blade.

The second nightmare came and this time I was able to cast my death magic and resurrected Tyler. Colby cradled him close as I casted a shield around them to stop any threat from touching them.

The third nightmare played and I used a teleportation spell to pull my mother away from Morrigan and used telekinesis to plunge the blade into Morrigan’s chest.

That’s when Bálor appeared before me. I decided to cast a nightmare of my own on him. I conjured a recreation of the meeting with Morrigan and Rowena. I bound Bálor to where he stood and made him watch as Morrigan killed Rowena right before his eyes.

Enough.

I was pulled out of my mind and Bálor’s. I looked across the living room to find Finn sitting there again. He looked exhausted. I was sure Bálor tended to exhaust him when he took control and used his powers. I got up and sat next to him.

“You should go get some sleep, Finn,” I suggested, “I think we’ve done enough today.”

“You did a good job tonight,” he praised me, “I think your dreamwalking sessions with Colby made you very capable to counter anyone that tries to alter your thoughts.”

“Thank you,” I replied, “Now let me help you get to bed. I’m sure Charlotte won’t mind you sleeping on her bed. I’ll change the bedding in the morning when you go home.”

Once I got Finn settled, I went out to the living room and I saw Stephanie pacing in my living room. I conjured a fireball, ready to hurl it at her.

“What the hell are you doing here, Stephanie,” I growled at her.

“I wasn’t sure you’d actually be here,” she smirked at me, “Which means I can do this.”

Before I could attack her, Stephanie grabbed hold of me and delivered the succubus kiss on me. I could feel her feeding on my life energy. I wanted to scream, but she was keeping my mouth shut. I called magefire up onto my hands and made it burn anything but me. I touched her chest, and watched as she threw herself back as she felt the flames kiss her skin. I then grabbed her with my magic and threw her towards the front door. As she flew towards the door, I forced it open with my magic and watched as she flew out of the apartment. I ran to the door and slammed it shut. I conjured a magical barrier over the apartment, barring her from rushing back inside to protect myself and Finn from her.

I sank down to my knees, panting heavily. I was exhausted from using so much magic so quickly. I touched the skin under my nose and I felt my blood trickling out of my nose. I fished my phone out of my back pocket of my jeans, dialing Colby’s number right away.

“Thea,” Colby was confused by me calling him so late.

“I just got attacked by Stephanie,” I began to cry, “She fed on me. I got her out of the apartment and casted a barrier spell to keep her out. But I used too must magic. I’m way too weak and so is Finn.”

“Thea,” Colby was panicked and I could hear shuffling in the background, “I’m going to go find Roman and Dean and I’ll have one of them come down to Orlando to stay with you guys. You need more than just the two of you if Stephanie is coming after you.”

“Thank you, Colby,” I sighed heavily, “As soon as you can, please come back. I need you right now.”

“I promise, once I’m free,” he reassured me, “I’ll be on the first flight back to Orlando. I won’t leave you alone for long, I promise okay.”

#seth rollins x oc #seth rollins fic #seth rollins fanfic #seth rollins fanfiction #wwe fic #wwe fanfic #wwe fanfiction #werewolf!seth rollins #witch!oc #supernatural/occult!au #magic and moonlight

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Unfoldings

Beyond Orange Dusk Part VII

In many ways, sometimes I think that we quirky loners are the normal ones while the rest of the population are just pretty strange. Sometimes, they are not very good at lying. From the place I am observing, they don’t really enjoy participating this social circumstance game in which they seem so fond of. It’s just an evasion of their hearts that no longer holding the wound of solitude. And finding companies seems like best idea to show that their hearts suffer. That we suffer, for companions.

Maybe our hearts care too much about what others might opine. The anxiety that comes up after, will easily drive ourselves to exist somewhere talking, laughing, and crying in the middle of couple eyes on us. Socializing seems like a tribune for those hearts which full of anxieties. Or maybe it is a mere present for delicacies.

But is it worth to live our lives driven by the society demands? When something seems so right to us while people look at it disapproved. Particular stereotypes nowadays delight that ’strange’ ones who dwell safely in the circle. Meanwhile we the outsiders, troubled to find approbation of the ideas. I don’t want to live in the spectrum which almost everything is black or white. My capability of seeing things is somewhat blurred or unsure. It doesn’t mean that my way of thinking is lack in harmony, but I do believe that everything in this universe deserves to be seen in many two-dimensional perspectives.

07 November

The snow was falling. The sun stopped shimmering. The universe was taking back all the delighted melody and changing it to a soft lullaby. The atmosphere hid back all the orange and green ambiance of the summer and colored the continent with white and plain tones. So did the trees. They left their leaves and flower petals straggled on the ground. Here it was. Welcomed the winter.

It was 7.15 am and finding myself still lying on bed with both eyes closed covered by a flowery vintage blanket was not something surprising. Friday morning used to be felt like a festivity of the joy and tranquility. But at the moment, all days were pretty much the same. Those were gap days when I should be meditating before I decided which university I would choose after graduation. Well, to be honest, I did not mind it hard. Graduation was 6 months ago and I was still enjoying myself spending most of times in my room. Reading novels and writing lame things such poems and poetry. Well, I really loved poetry. There was countless poetry books trapped in the bookshelf inside my room which looked like oxygen to me. Breathing lovely words, melodious rhythm, and orderly stanzas were just magnificent to me. Maybe that was obviously explained the uncontrollable melancholy possessed inside me. Meanwhile, in that early day, the ticking clocks and hustle outside the door had not yet bothered me at all. I was peacefully unwinding on the beautiful land of Eden. It was just awhile before the disturbance coming the moment Adam and Eve reached the forbidden tree.

“Oh my God. Hey, wake up sleepy head!” Yeah. That was Keanu robbing my tranquility.

“Uh, what are you doing? Get out. I want to enjoy my best resting place on Earth.” Sighed me, in a very heavy voice.

“What?! The world outside is on the war and you talk about nonsense thing?!”

“Your fictional drama sounds more nonsense to me. Stop it, Alien.”

“Did you call me Alien? Get ready to pay your fault, sinner. Incoming!!!”

Keanu jumped on my bed, tickling my tummy, and shouting annoying things. Annoying, but it was delightful.

“Here! Here! And here! Feel your punishment, human!”

“Ouch! No. Hey! Stop it! Haha. No!” I could not decide whether I should be annoyed of laughing.

Just a moment after we finished the silly war that Keanu started, we both were found sitting down on a two-seated sofa in my living room. Leaning back and sitting by crossing my legs, I was reading Charlotte Brontë’s Sense & Sensibilitywhich reached on the ninth chapter, while Keanu was holding an open Issue 28 – Kinfolk magazine. He was leaning on the left side of the sofa with his face fully covered by size of the magazine, while his legs against my t-shirt sleeves. I was not so sure, whether he was reading or just daydreaming in a (not-so) classy way. We both remained in silence for almost an hour. People might think that we were bored and that was a boring thing done by two bored people in a boring situation. But trust me, we had been through this so many times yet never been complaining. Silence did not bore us. Sometimes, it comforted us.

(still almost an hour)

“Rae?” said Keanu.

“I am busy” still sticking my face on a page of the novel.

I thought he would curse me at the moment, or worst, throw me with the Kinfolk. But he did not. He closed the magazine and sat properly on the sofa so now his arms were against mine. It was quite long silence till I turned my face on Keanu. What’s wrong with that face? My heart questioned. Keanu was giving an empty sight at front, with dreary face. His eyebrows frowned while his mouth a half-inch open.

“Kea? What is it?” me, started asking.

He seemed startled, closing his mouth and turning his eyes to mine.

“It’s been days that I want to tell you this”. he answered.

“Tell me what?” I closed my novel eventually, thinking it might be something serious.

“I need to go back to downtown.”

“Wait. You mean your downtown?”

“Yes.”

“Well, okay. When will it be?”

“Soon.”

“With your parents?”

“By myself.”

“Yea, It’s a bit doubting that you can take care of yourself but it’s fine after all. So what’s the matter?”

Keanu was quiet for few seconds. He started looking down on his fingers with eyebrows still frowned. He had me worried.

“I might not come back in near time after that.”

“What? Wait, Keanu. I am not getting it.”

“I’ll be out of town for a long time, Rae.”

Okay, it is serious.

“How long? What are you planning to do alone in your downtown? Stop prevaricating! Tell me what the hell is happening entirely.” My heart was pounding so fast.

“Hey, calm down.”

“How am I supposed to calm down?! You’ve been making me uneasy since earlier.”

“Okay, Rae, okay. First of all, I am sorry to not let you know about this. A year ago, I applied a scholarship in a university in my downtown, for engineering major. The university did not respond to my application for three months that I was so desperate for college. That’s why I flew here expecting a better chance. A month ago, they emailed me and got me an online admission interview. Three weeks after, I got an email written that I was accepted.”

I had nothing to say at the moment. I jumped on Keanu and hugged him tightly.

“Oh my god, Keanu. That’s wonderful. Congratulations!” I started releasing myself from Keanu.

“Thanks” he answered with a plain face.

“Why you have to worry about me. I’ll be fine, really. We still can talk through Skype though. Unless, you got new pals that you think they’re much cooler than me. Uh-uh.”

“You miss my point, Rae”

“What else?”

“It’s a four year program, and I might not come back here for that long time. My parents have been in a little but continuous economic crisis for the past few months. My father’s business has been running slow, and so has the company where my mother works. I probably cannot afford the flight ticket until I graduated or got a job.” Keanu’s face still looked much more anxious than it did few minutes ago. I did not know what my heart was saying but all I wanted to do was soothing him, so I grabbed his both hands with mine. Tightly.

“Hey, everything will be okay. Trust me. We can figure it out together. You can do part-time job and also get A in your classes at the same time. Don’t worry. I will be right here, Kea. I always do.”

Keanu’s face was turning tranquil. But I did not know, I still could see anxiety in his eyes. Maybe I was not pretty good in judging people’s expression, but that was Keanu. I knew, whether he was okay or not.

“Thanks, Rae. That means the world to me. But, there is one thing that I need to tell you.”

“What is it?” asked I.

“I might meet someone in the downtown. Someone that helped me trough thick and thin in my old days, someone that’s always been there for me for almost three years till now.”

“An old friend?”

…

“A girlfriend.”

…

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Red Rose - Chapter 17

Prologue Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 5 Ch. 6 Ch. 7 Ch. 8 Ch. 9 Ch. 10 Ch. 11Ch. 12 Ch. 13 Ch. 14 Ch. 15 Ch. 16 CH. 17

Summary: Christmas arrives to Cordonia, and Riley feels emotional with the lack of snow and her solitude. Her hopes for a quiet holiday were soon twarted, though, with an attack where she least expected.

Rating: M - Not suitable for children or teens below the age of 16 with non-explicit suggestive adult themes, references to some violence, or coarse language.

Avlona, Cordonia, Christmas Eve 2015

The holidays were a silent happening for Riley that year. It has been that way for years, now. This time, however, it seemed more so, as she now had friends, something like a boyfriend, and had reconnected with Charlotte.

She wasn’t alone by choice, but by circumstance.

Hana was at the Baleares with her parents and other relatives, spending their season under the Mediterranean sun. Drake and Liam were a short drive away from her, at Brigade Hill, but she doubted either the King or the Queen would be too glad seeing her.

Maxwell called her from Switzerland the day after Charlotte and she fled from Applewood. He had apologized he couldn’t say goodbye before the holidays, as Bertrand, unsurprisingly, was in a hurry. It was a good thing, though, as she wouldn’t have to explain why she left in the middle of the night.

After their flight from Applewood, Riley and Charlotte stopped by a deposit, as in to leave in safe-keeping some of her prized possessions, especially those which could compromise her identity, such as other fake passports, her bank card, the key to a Swiss safe deposit box in which she kept other important valuables and miscellaneous documents, which bared her birth name. Her journals, under Liam’s possession, were the only other sensitive object not protected.

Those, and a small jewelry box. One Charlotte wasn’t privy to its existance.

After their quick stop at the warehouse, the two women parted ways. Riley checked into a tourist-y hotel near Paparoúna Court, while Charlotte left for Italy. Not that her marriage was in any good shape, but it was to be expected she would spend her holidays with the Duke in Guastalla, rather than with her in Valona.

While Riley dwelled on that line of thought, her phone went off. “Your ears were burning?” She answered.

“Why?” Charlotte asks, confused.

“I was just thinking about you.” Riley responded, with a smile. “What gives?”

“Not much.” She shrugged. “Federigo is passed out in the couch, thankfully. I’m finishing dinner. You?”

“Room service.” The other said, simply.

“Well, I called to wish you a merry Christmas, but since yours is being as miserable as mine, I can give you a piece of bad news.”

“Bad news?” Riley echoes, concerned. “What happened?”

“Do you remember that Art teacher you were so fond of?” Charlotte lead with that. “Peter Brandl?”

She recalled the mouse-y man who used to teach her Art. “Yes, I do. He was a broker for Ludwig, right?”

“Yeah, he worked for the Fund in Prague.” The blonde hummed.

“What about him?”

“Well, I called mother earlier for wishing her a merry Christmas, and she said his body had been found at the Danube in Hainburg.” Charlotte ripped off the band-aid.

“Mister Brandl is dead?!” The other woman asks, incredulously. “Do they know what happened?”

Charlotte hummed. “The police ruled it as a suicide. Apparently, he was debt-ridden. Besides, he was a lonely man, no friends, no family, no wife, no children. If not for mother’s solidarity, he would go to the homeless pit. At the very least, he got a proper burial.”

“How sad!” Riley lamented. “I wish I could have been to his funeral.”

“Have you read the file I gave you?” She asked, changing the subject.

“Yes, it appears Bellevue kept a comprehensive file of the girls who worked for him.” The black-haired said, calm. “This is about some girl named Leda. She ‘joined’ in 1990 and was relieved of her position a few years later.”

“Anything special about her?” The blonde questioned. “There must be something special about it. Katya said it was on a safe.”

She shook her head instinctively. “Not that I can tell. Except for one thing, she has the marking for a client, number 830, who enjoyed her services for over five months.”

“That’s an awful amount of time to be with a hooker.” Charlotte commented.

“Charlotte.” Riley chastised.

“What?” She asked, in a teasing high pitch. “It is.”

“Be as it may,” The other responded, demeaning. “There is a photo attached to the file. That should be a lead to find out where she is.”

“And who she is.” The blonde echoed.

As she finishes her sentence, the TV blasts the opening theme for ‘María la del Barrio’, a Mexican soap opera.

“I cannot believe you’re watching this crap.” She scoffed. “It’s Christmas. Have some respect for yourself.”

“I like it, okay?” The other defended. “It’s dubbed in Greek. It’s terrible. But I like it.”

Itatí Cantoral, who played the main antagonist Soraya, gave a malicious laughter over at the TV.

“Terrible indeed.” Charlotte echoed. “Hey, remember when Grandmother would play those sappy French radio soaps?”

“Old woman Franziska sure loved those. She put me, you and Alexander to hear those, and then we went out and replay the episode out in the garden.” Riley reminisced.

“Mother got crazy mad with us playing at the flower beds.”

“Of course, she would. We destroyed the roses, making Alexander pluck them every once in a while, to propose to you or to me, as the script dictated.” The black-haired pointed out.

Just then, a knock came from her door. “Are you expecting anyone?” Charlotte asks.

“No, not really.” She responded and walked over to answer the door. The presence startled her. “Drake?!”

“What?!” The woman shouted over the phone. “Drake’s over there?! What on Hell he’s doing?! Pass over the phone to him at once! Are you listening, Riley?!”

Ignoring Charlotte’s voice but mirroring her question, Riley asks: “What are you doing here?”

He scoffed, good naturedly. “Some welcoming, huh, Flowers?”

“I’m sorry, but I wasn’t expecting you.” She said. “Do you want to come in?”

“As a matter of fact, I do.” He said, and she let him in.

“What are you doing?” Charlotte asks, over the phone.

“Excuse me for a minute.” Riley says, and then places the cell on her ear. “Talk to you later.”

“No! Wait!” The blonde tried to meddle, but Riley hung up.

The black-haired woman walked him over to the small sitting area on her room and motioned for him to sit. “Now, what good winds bring you here? I thought you’d be dining with Liam and his family tonight.”

“Oh, please.” He scoffed. “You think Regina would let me at the table with them? Sometimes the security let me join their feast, but normally I spend it alone.”

She smirked. “So, you came here to be alone together?”

“Pretty much.” He lowered his sight. “I also brought you something. From Liam.”

He pulled a small box from his coat pocket and slid across the table to her. Inside, there was a small pendant. “It’s beautiful!” She gushed. “Help me put it on?”

“Sure.” He coughed and stood up. She pulled her hair, baring her milky white, soft skin of her neck and shoulders to him. He took the necklace and fastened it.

Suddenly, he was taken by a want to kiss that exposed skin. He lowered his face to it, the warm breath sending chills to Riley’s spine. His height shadowed the woman, who wasn’t short herself. When he was millimeters from the flustering body, a knock resounded through the room.

With that, he sobered up and took a step back. “You should go answer.” He chocked.

She sighed. “Okay.”

Riley walked over to the door the second time that night and opened it.

“Riley!” Maxwell’s perky voice screeched on Drake’s ears and damping his mood.

“Merry Christmas!” Hana wished, sweetly.

Riley was dumbstruck. “Maxwell! Hana! I thought you were abroad.”

“We were.” The young man responded. “But Switzerland was boring, the room was terrible, Bertrand wouldn’t let me ski, so I came back.”

“We met at the lobby, actually.” Hana provided. “My family was thrilled I was invited to the Royal Family private Christmas feast.”

“But you’re here.” Riley pointed out.

“They don’t need to know that.” Hana said, with a wicked smile that felt foreign on her face. “They also don’t need to know I wasn’t invited, either.”

“Well, it is great to have you both here.” Riley smiled at them. “Come in, make yourselves comfortable.”

They stepped into the room and met Drake, standing there. “Drake! You’re here!” Maxwell exclaimed, surprised.

“Are we interrupting anything?” Hana asked, politely.

“No.” The man grumbled in response. “I was just bringing a parcel to Riley. I should leave.”

“Nonsense.” Riley said. “I’ll call room service and we can have a feast up here ourselves.”

“Great! I’m starving!” Maxwell said, sitting at one of the chairs. Hana gave the other three an appraising look and sat down next to the excitable man.

Drake waited standing for Riley to finish the call, as in to offer the last one of the three chairs. She declined with a: “I’ll sit on the bed.”

The black-haired picked up the remote and turned off the finishing credits to María la del Barrio.

“What were you watching?” Hana asks, curious.

“A Mexican soap opera.” Riley answers, dismissive. “It’s just something I do when I’m bored.”

Drake scoffs, mockingly.

“What? Did you think I’d study etiquette for fun?” Riley defies.

“Honestly, I don’t know which one is worse.” He answered.

The woman looked dirty at him and went over to her closet. She put a glass bottle in front of him. “Here, take it before I throw it on your head.”

He looked carefully at her and opened the wrapping. It was a 23-year-old Evan Williams Bourbon Whiskey. It sold for two thousand dollars in most of Cordonia, which was enough for making Drake gape.

“Jesus, Flowers, are you nuts?” He asks, taken aback. “Those things are crazy expensive.”

“I have a friend who let me have it for cheap.” She dismissed his worry. “Charlotte said you preferred Schlitzer, but I couldn’t find any for sale.”

He tried to disguise a grateful blush from seeping into his cheeks. “Thanks, Flowers. I’m sorry I don’t have anything for you.”

“You’ll have to outdo yourself next year, then.” She smirked at him. “Hana, this is yours.” She handed a rectangular package to her.

The Asian felt the package, trying to guess what was inside. Unable to, she asked: “What is it?”

Riley smiled. “Open up and see for yourself!”

The other woman obeyed and teared the wrapping paper. There was a leather-bound notebook.

“It is a sheet music notebook.” Riley explained. “It is completely blank, for you to write down your piano compositions. Well, blank save for the first page.”

“Sie zog tief in sein Herz, wie die Melodie eines Liedes, die aus der Kindheit heraufklingt.“ She read the dedication and wiped her eyes clean of tears. “Thank you, Riley. Thank you so much.”

“You’re welcome, Hana.” They hugged the moment out. “Now, last but not least, Maxwell.”

He was sitting by the edge of his chair, in childish anxiety. “Gimme!”

“Now, Maxwell, I’m going to give you something that symbolizes my trust and care for you.” She handed him a DVD. “This is the recording of the New York leg of ‘Straight to the Heart 2010 Tour’.”

“Sophie Ellis-Baxtor?” He tested the name and took the DVD, confused. “Thanks, I guess.”

She neared his face and whispered to his ear. “Watch it, and then you tell me what you think.”

He looked at her like a kicked puppy. It didn’t take a genius to know he was disappointed. “Okay, Riley.”

The bellboys arrived with their Christmas feast and they settled poorly around the small table and served themselves with turkey and chestnuts.

By ten o’clock, she was alone yet again. Maxwell and Hana excused themselves to get checked into the Hilton, in Vougliameni, while Drake had to return early to the palace, as security wouldn’t let him in later.

Out of some kind of childish sentimentality, Riley persuaded herself to go to the Midnight Mass at a Catholic church nearby. She would have attended the ceremony at Anastasis, but since the Orthodox followed the Julian calendar, Christmas would arrive a week later for the Greek community in Cordonia.

The Cathedral of Our Lady of Good Council was an Italian-style church at the South end of the port area, on top of Gloire Hill. It was the cathedra for the Archdiocese of Valona, and the main congregation for the French Catholics in Cordonia.

She arrived at the temple ten minutes before the start of the mass. The benches were full, but the church wasn’t crowded. Riley waked over to the altar and paid her respects to the image of Cordonia’s patron saint.

With little difficulty, Riley found a secluded seat and waited for the ceremony to begin. The mass started, and a few minutes in, a man sat right next to her.

The priest and a deacon enter the altar and start the Act of Penitence. “I confess to Almighty God, to blessed Mary ever Virgin, to blessed Michael the Archangel, to blessed John the Baptist, to the holy Apostles Peter and Paul, to all the Saints, and to you, brethren, that I have sinned exceedingly in thought, word and deed: through my fault, through my fault, through my most grievous fault.

“Therefore, I beseech blessed Mary ever Virgin, blessed Michael the Archangel, blessed John the Baptist, the holy Apostles Peter and Paul, all the Saints, and you, brethren, to pray for me to the Lord our God.” The congregation repeats after the clergyman.

“You know, this part always tears me up.” The man next to Riley commented.

“Nothing is more wretched than a guilty conscience.” She offhandedly offered.

“Shakespeare?” He asks, uncertain.

“Plautus, a Roman playwright.”

He laughed quietly. “You’re full of little aphorisms, aren’t you, Lady Riley?”

“It is as much fun as it denotes a certain elevation of the intellect.” She shrugged it off. “But we were talking about guilt, were we not, Lord Bellevue?”

“I believe we were.” He hummed. “Though, this is less about my guilty conscience then it is about what you had printed on the papers about me.”

“That much was a given. After all, to have a guilty conscience, one must have a conscience beforehand.” She said, daringly.

He scoffed. “So brave, so much gall.” He took off a black piece of metal from his trench coat’s pocket. It glistened on the Christmas lights of the church and it had an almost-inconspicuous unlocking click. It was a pistol. “Are you still feeling brave?”

Her teeth glistened on an unease smile. “You’d have to be pretty stupid to murder me here now. I’d wager I have until the communion, at the very least.”

“Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men of good will. We praise You, we bless You, we adore You, we glorify You, we give You thanks for Your great glory, Lord God, heavenly King, O God Almighty Father.

“Lord Jesus Christ, Only-Begotten Son, Lord God, Lamb of God, Son of the Father, who take away the sins of the world, have mercy on us; Who take away the sins of the world, hear our prayer. You Who sit at the right hand of the Father, have mercy on us. For You alone are the Holy One, you alone the Lord, you alone the Most High, Jesus Christ, with the Holy Spirit in the Glory of God the Father. Amen.” The community chanted the Gloria.

“Mercy, that is a funny sentiment.” He scoffed. “You and the press certainly had none for me.”

“And you had none to Katya and Zarina and all the other girls.” She pointed out.

“Merciless? Me? After rescuing those girls from deject poverty? After leading this country through its golden age? I should be hailed.”

“How unfair is life, isn’t it?” She said, sarcastic.

“You are not without your secrets, Lady Riley.” He said, changing the subject slightly. “It is intriguing how you managed to waltz into circles any other person, even with all sorts of noble titles, take a lifetime to infiltrate.”

“I was at the wrong place, at the wrong time.” She countered. “Believe me, I would much prefer to be in New York by now.”

He trailed her neck with his right index finger, while the gun rested on his left hand. “You have posture, you have class, you have beauty. You’re no peasant.”

“Reading the right books and dressing the right clothes, it happens to be not that hard.” She said, shrugging

“So very opinionated. This is not a flattering attribute. And yet, you’ll become Queen of Cordonia soon enough.” He ironized.

She scoffed. “You’re naïve if you think so. Regina picks the Queen, and she chose Madeleine.”

“So, I have heard, but I merely assumed you would have a plan to take her down, just like you had me.” He countered.

She laughed, quietly, as in not to call attention to herself. “And what makes you think I would have taken you down if I had any plans to become Queen? Expose myself like that would be very counterproductive, don’t you think?”

“So, this is what this is all about? Revenge for not being picked?” He said, incredulous for being collateral damage.

“In a way.” She conceded. “But mainly because it is fun to see the world burn.”

The priest begins his sermon: “When the angel tells Mary that she’s going to give birth to Jesus, the message is ‘don’t be afraid’. ‘Fear not’ is what the angel also says to Joseph in his dream. That’s the dream which convinces him to stay faithful to this girl to whom he’s betrothed and who finds herself strangely pregnant. There are lots of reasons to be afraid in the Christmas story. Who wouldn’t be afraid away from home with nowhere to stay and about to give birth? Who wouldn’t be afraid when there was a despot like King Herod around? He wasn’t above murdering members of his own family if he took a dislike to them.

“A couple of months ago I was in Bethlehem for the first time in almost twenty years. We went to Beit Sahour about three kilometers outside Bethlehem. It’s where the Shepherds’ Fields are found. Despite the constant stream of pilgrims, it’s a peaceful place. But there is fear in air. The Shepherds’ Fields look across the valley to an Israeli settlement. In between there’s the security fence and wall separating Israel from the Palestinian Territories. It’s a vivid symbol that where the Prince of Peace was born there is no peace. And yet to troubled Bethlehem countless people come as pilgrims on a journey of faith, curious to see the place where Jesus was born, wanting to catch something of the joy, mystery and love of the Christ-child, God with us. The little town of Bethlehem will be packed tonight.

“Suddenly it seemed to make entire sense to me that Jesus was not born in a place of stability, security, prosperity and freedom. He was born in occupied territory, in poverty, in danger, and where there was no room for him at the inn. Pilgrims to Bethlehem still go to a problem place of high unemployment, where many of its citizens cannot visit Jerusalem just a few miles away and where many citizens of Jerusalem cannot visit Bethlehem. But that’s the point. God reveals himself to us within the troubles of the world, not after our problems are solved. Jesus Christ is born in us when we are ill or after we’ve had a row, when we’re divorced, or when we are lonely. The birth of this child in Bethlehem two thousand years ago wasn’t some simple solution to the world’s problems. He grew to be a man who had to face suffering, an unfair trial and an undeserved death himself. He knew life wasn’t fair. But this is God coming to live alongside us, within us, to bring us hope because even when we don’t love one another he never gives up loving us. That’s the joy of the Christmas message.

“There’s a chapel in the Shepherds’ Fields at Beit Sahour, just outside Bethlehem. There are three paintings within it depicting the story of the shepherds. The first recalls the angels telling the shepherds of the birth of Jesus; the second pictures them at the stable where they find this new born child. The third is of their return journey for Luke says, ‘the shepherds returned glorifying and praising God for all they had heard and seen’.

“Each of the scenes features a dog with the shepherds. The dog is terrified in the first painting, attentive in the stable, and is clearly dancing with joy on the return journey, ears pricked up, caught in mid-bark and tail wagging. The shepherds and their dog return to work but transformed. They face the same problems and live the same lives but with new hope because of the joy coming from this child, Jesus Christ, God with us.

“Fear not. May the message of the angels and the joy of the shepherds be yours and mine tonight. A very happy and joyful Christmas to you all.” He finishes his sermon.

“Are you a Catholic, Lady Riley?” Lord Bellevue asks.

“I am hardly anything, Lord Bellevue.” She said, inattentive. “I haven’t step on a temple of anything for almost a decade now.”

“Could’ve fooled me.” He scoffed. “For all your single-minded dedication to a fleeting, insubstantial goal, you would have a future as a crusader.”

She smirked. “Much the opposite. I do what I do because I believe God is dead, therefore my actions are completely inconsequential.”

“You’ll know for certain soon enough.” He taunted, twisting the gun he held to her waist.

“I’m certain you would much prefer if I was crying and begging for my life.”

He laughed. “I cannot say I would not. You are making this whole thing very boring.”

“I’ll keep your notes in mind next time someone abducts me from a church.” She defied. “But, I fear, I am a lady worthy of the name.”

“If all noblewomen were like you, Lady Riley, there wouldn’t be a single republic in the world.” He praised, ironic.

“I thank you, Lord Bellevue, and as a gesture of goodwill, I would like to remind you we are at the Anaphora. In ten minutes, the old lady to my left is going to come over and wish me a merry Christmas.” She commented. “As much as she’s being a good sport about your more vocal disturbances, I find it hard to believe she wouldn’t notice you’re holding me at gunpoint.”

“Then we should be going to a more private place, no?” His smirk glinted.

Lord Bellevue took her arm, pulled her up and shot to the ceiling three times. The mass came to a halt, and the parishioners started to scream in terror. Taking advantage of the commotion, the former politician pulls her from the seats and out the door.

As the two of them exit the church, however, a police operation had been formed on the stairs. The building was completely surrounded.

“You planned this!” He shouted, angrily.

“You never asked whether I had my phone.” She smirked at him.

He pushed her and was about to shoot her, but he got shot first by the police officers. With the wound, he dropped the gun and Riley scurried away quickly to behind the lines.

She finally found a familiar face, Drake’s, and hugs him, crying, as the adrenaline wears off. “It’s okay,” He whispered feverishly to her ear. “You’re okay now.”

Hana and Maxwell appeared soon after, and Riley hugged them both, tightly. The two of them led her to a car and took her away from the scene.

As the car drove off, Riley could hear Bellevue being taken forcefully by the policemen, cursing and shouting.

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Dear Father Christmas... Chapter 13: December 24, 2028

MASTERPOST

Characters: Tentoo; Rose Tyler; Jackie Tyler; Pete Tyler; Tony Tyler; OC Hope Tyler-Noble; OC Charlotte Tyler-Noble; OC Wilfred Tyler-Noble

Rated: Teen

Tags: Family!Fic; Kid!Fic; Pete’s World; Letters to Santa; Christmas Fic; Family; Fluff; Hurt/Comfort; Angst; Romance; Love; gun violence; violence resulting in death; life-threatening injury; life threatening situations

Summary: When Rose Tyler was little, she always wrote a Christmas wish list to Father Christmas. As she grew older, the wish list became more of a letter to someone she could confide in once a year, but she fell out of the habit somewhere along the way. Now, as a new mum, celebrating her daughter’s first Christmas, Rose takes up writing her Christmas letter to Father Christmas once again.

Rose’s Christmas letters are excerpts from her life with her beloved Tentoo and their children in Pete’s World, written once a year, for each of 31 years.

Chapter Summary: Rose Tyler thought she’d seen everything

Notes: Thank-you may darling betas, @rose–nebula and mrsbertucci ! You rescued me from a complete panic attack yesterday, and got me back on track. I cannot find enough ways to say how much I appreciate how you just stepped up to the plate for me, no hesitation! <3<3

Thanks to @doctorroseprompts for their 31 Days of Ficmas prompts. The prompt I used today was Ginger.