#makes him see right away how much of a boon it is to never be able to get cut by a blade. it turns into an actually fun sesh

[reineydraws]

i have this fic series i'm still working on where mihawk sort of becomes rayleigh's kid and spends ages 11-17ish on the oro jackson.

shanks and buggy imprint on him (bugs considers him a sort of older brother figure/sparring inspiration and shanks has a crush that eventually turns into full-blown love) and this is how i imagine they're like on the day mihawk sets off on his own haha.

[fireinmoonshot]

the hard way | tyler owens x fem!reader

Pairing: Tyler Owens x Fem!Reader Summary: You and Tyler Owens have a bad habit of butting heads, but all it takes is one hint of jealousy and things change in the blink of an eye. Warnings: Tyler is lowkey an asshole, but reader can be too, there is a creepy guy that tries to come onto reader and puts his hands on her. Word Count: 4.2k A/N: I rewatched the original Twister movie today and got this idea while watching it and then it all just came out of my head onto the page and here we have it! I had so much fun writing this, it's honestly one of my favourite Tyler fics I've done so far. I hope you all enjoy it. Thanks for all the love on my Twisters fics so far!

“Oh, here we go again,” Boone says, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches you walking towards Tyler, your laptop in your hands. Judging by the look on your face, you have something fairly important to show Tyler – and Boone knows Tyler won’t be happy about it.

Dani sighs beside him, her legs kicked up on their cooler from their spot at the motel. It’s late at night and none of the storms had turned into anything today, leading to a very long day for all of you. You’d driven hundreds of miles only to end up with no new footage.

“How long do you think it’ll take him to get mad?” Dani asks.

“He’s just spotted her and he already looks annoyed, so I’d guess straight away.”

They watch on from a distance as you finally reach Tyler. You move to stand beside him so he can see the screen of your laptop. “I was right after all,” you glance up at him. “See this? That storm was never going to amount to anything and even the radar showed it dying out. We could have saved ourselves half a tank of gas and a few hours if you’d listened to me.”

Tyler rolls his eyes and looks away from your laptop, trying to focus on not burning the dinner he’s been cooking the team on the barbecue that the motel has. “Okay, I get it. But I can’t go back in time and listen to you, so will you just drop it? I’ve had to listen to this all day. You’re drivin’ me insane, sunshine’.”

“Well, if you had listened to me, I wouldn’t have kept bugging you about it, T.”

It’s never been smooth sailing between you and Tyler. You get along most of the time, sure – you have to when you’re working together. But you also tend to butt heads more often than not. With both of you having studied meteorology, you’re the only two members of the team with formal training, which means you often have differing opinions on your interpretations of the weather and the forecasts. 

You disagree with Tyler, he disagrees with you and the rest of the Wranglers watch on, both amused and irritated at the fact that the two of you just can’t seem to work together sometimes. There are, of course, times when you can deal with it. But today… well, Boone had been glad to get out of the car at the end of the day and distance himself from the two of you.

He swears he’s not riding with you both tomorrow.

“If I listen to you now, will you stop bugging me still?” Tyler looks at you.

With a scowl, you slam your laptop shut and hold it under your arm. “If you listen to me tomorrow, then I might stop bugging you. I am not having another failed day chasing because of your inability to choose which storms to follow.”

Tyler sighs. “Why do you always have to do things the hard way?”

You huff and walk away, heading back over to the rest of the team. You grab a drink out of the cooler and sit down on the tailgate of Tyler’s truck, sitting your laptop beside you. The other members of the team watch you cautiously, like you’re a brewing storm that could become a tornado at any moment.

“Anyone wanna take my spot in the truck tomorrow? I’ll ride elsewhere,” you offer.

Boone stares at you for a moment. “You promise?”

You make a face at Boone and take a sip of your drink. “Yes, I promise,” you say. “I’m sorry you had to listen to all that today. God, he just drives me up the wall sometimes. I don’t know how he expects us to continue running this damn Youtube channel or get the research we need if we don’t get the right storms to chase.”

“Hey, no Tyler talk while you’re over here,” Dani pipes up. “This is a safe zone.”

“Sorry, sorry,” you mutter, lapsing into silence just as Dexter, Lily and Kate re-join the group, having headed upstairs to their rooms to refresh themselves before coming back down for dinner. You watch as Kate heads over to help Tyler out.

By the time the two of them bring dinner over to you, you’ve managed to cool off a fair amount and are now discussing the forecast for tomorrow with Dexter, who is leant up against the truck, looking at your laptop over your shoulder. 

“Burgers are ready,” Kate announces as they place the tray of them on the small camp table that someone had set up earlier in the evening. “We worked real hard on them.”

You’re surprised when Tyler picks up two paper plates, puts a burger on each of them and then walks over to you, handing one of them to you before taking the seat beside you on the tailgate. 

“Truce?” He says, looking across at you. “I’m sorry ‘bout today, I mean it.”

Your lips quirk up into a smile. “You promise you didn’t poison my burger?”

Tyler chuckles. “No, not unless Kate put something in there that I didn’t see.”

“Okay, then. Truce,” you nod. “But I’m not riding with you tomorrow.”

He raises his eyebrows just as he takes a bite of his burger. It takes him a few moments to reply, refusing to speak with a mouth full of food – something his mother had instilled in him from a very young age. “What? Why? You’re not still that mad at me, are you?”

“No, I just need a change of scenery or I’m worried I’ll run you off the road. I saw the way you got today when you got distracted cause I was arguing with you. It’ll be good for us to cool off and get a break from each other.”

From across the group, Boone adds “I think you just want to argue over the radio, actually. That’s what you mean by a change of scenery, isn’t it?” His voice is teasing.

“Funny,” you narrow your eyes at him.

“You can ride with me and Lily tomorrow,” Kate changes the subject ever so slightly. “Boone can ride with Tyler. Just like old times, right?”

You look at Tyler, expecting him to be happy with the idea of you riding with the others tomorrow so you don’t bother him all day, but instead he looks concerned. His eyebrows are knotted together and the look on his face shows he’s displeased. 

“Ty?”

He blinks and the look disappears off of his face. “Yeah, go for it. Boone and I’ll be right, hey buddy?” He raises his beer in a cheers to Boone, who does the same thing. “Don’t miss me too much from the other car though.”

“Me, missing you? I think you should try not to miss me, T.”

Tyler grins. “Easier said than done, sunshine.”

The following morning it feels strange to be getting into a car that’s not Tyler’s red truck. It’s your usual mode of transport. Your seat is the passenger seat and it has been for most of the chases in the past, except for ones where footage was the primary purpose of the chase and not research. 

You’re just lifting your bag up into the trunk of Lily’s car when Tyler swoops in behind you and helps you lift it – as if it weighed more than it actually did, as if you were actually having trouble with it. You turn around, eyebrows raised. 

“Mornin’, sunshine,” Tyler grins. “Haven’t had a sudden change of heart, I see?”

“Not happening,” you smile in return. “You’ll be fine without me. You and Boone will be able to catch up like old times. And don’t worry, if we disagree on something, I’ll be sure to let you know about it over the radio anyway. I have Kate on my side today.”

Tyler laughs. “Oh, double whammy. I’m in danger today, aren’t I?”

Kate appears from the other side of the car, putting her own bag in beside yours. She wraps an arm around your shoulders and shoots a smile at Tyler. “You’re gonna regret letting her ride in a car other than yours today, Tyler. A day driving with Lily and I… she’s gonna be a changed woman by the time she gets back in your truck tomorrow.”

“That’s if I even want to get back in his truck, Kate.”

He stares at the two of you and then shakes his head and laughs to himself. “Okay, I’m getting Boone and getting out of here before Lily shows up and you guys gang up on me even more,” he turns and heads for his truck. “Drive safe, all right?”

You and Kate both laugh, watching him as he walks towards his truck, Boone joining him on the way there. Dani and Dexter aren’t far behind him, hopping into the van, and Lily comes bounding down the steps after them, her bag over her own shoulder. 

“We ready for today, ladies!?” She calls loudly from across the lot. 

“Let’s do this!” Kate matches her energy.

You take the back seat, feeling incredibly out of place in the car as Lily starts the engine and follows the other two cars out of the parking lot, leaving the motel behind. It’s smaller in this car compared to Tyler’s, and as you pull your laptop out of your bag and get the radar up on it to get another look at the storm you’d all chosen earlier in the morning, you wonder if you made the right choice.

You’ve been on the road for two hours, heading for a storm north of you when you look down at the radar again and see that it��s gotten smaller – not becoming the larger storm you were all hoping for and certainly not likely to produce a tornado. It’s your job to reach up and grab the radio from between Lily and Kate in the front seats to inform the others. 

“The storm’s shrinking, I think we should pull into a gas station and regroup,” you tell the others through the radio, already preparing yourself for the response.

It comes through almost instantly. Tyler, laughing, then his voice: “What was that you were saying to me last night about listening to you? Guess you’re off your game, darlin’.”

Kate grabs the radio off of you before you can say anything else. “Okay, we all chose this storm together, Tyler. Let’s not throw accusations around and not over the radio.” 

You’re unaware that in the truck, Boone is telling Tyler off for the exact same thing. 

“Thanks, Kate,” you reach forward and squeeze her shoulder as she hands the radio back to you. “Next gas station, let’s pull in and we can all look at the radar together. I don’t think we’re gonna get anything massive in the time it takes us to regroup.” 

“You sure about that, sunshine?” Tyler’s voice comes through the radio again. “I don’t know if we can trust your ability to forecast the weather anym–” His voice cuts off abruptly.

“Sorry ‘bout him,” You hear Boone say shortly after. “We’ll see you at the gas station.”

You give the radio back to Kate and lean back in your seat, sighing as you look out the window at the blue sky and the clouds scattered around it. How could he have been perfectly tolerable last night during dinner, help you with your bag this morning and yet be so irritating? You hadn’t even said anything to spur him on. 

It’s about an hour later by the time you reach the next gas station and you’re grateful when you can get out and stretch your legs. Lily and Kate both head for the bathroom while you head inside to order some drinks and food for the three of you. You don’t bother to wait for Tyler when you see him hop out of his truck. 

He makes his way up to you once you’re inside, waiting for your drinks to be made.

“How’s the other car goin’?” Tyler asks, nudging your shoulder gently.

You look at him, arms crossed over your chest, and look away, choosing to say nothing.

“Come on, sunshine. You’re seriously ignoring me? Where’s that fiery attitude of yours? Just cause you’re in another car doesn’t mean you can’t give me shit right back when I give it to you,” he tries. 

But you’re not interested in the slightest. His words had been uncalled for – especially when you’d moved to another car in an attempt to diffuse the tension between the two of you, and he’d just brought it right back up.

The waitress slides the drinks over the counter and calls your name just as Lily and Kate exit the bathroom, heading straight for you. 

“Can you guys watch my drink? I need to go grab my phone from the car,” you tell them.

Lily and Kate happily take your drink, moving to stand beside Tyler and make conversation with him as you head back outside to grab your phone. You don’t really need it that badly, it’d be perfectly fine to leave in the car till you headed back outside anyway, but it was your way of getting out of a conversation with Tyler. Not that it really was much of a conversation anyway.

When your phone is in hand, you make no hurry to walk back inside the gas station. You make note of several other storm chasers in the parking lot and filling up their cars with gas. It’s a popular stretch of road for chasers and you assume several of them had been chasing the same storm as you and had realised it was going to be a bust.

You almost bump into one of them as you’re heading back inside. You recognise him instantly. He’s in one of the more well known teams, one of the Wranglers rivals and one of the many other groups of chasers that think you guys are just in it for the money you get from the Youtube videos rather than a genuine love of weather and chasing.

“Well, if it isn’t my favourite Tornado Wrangler,” Xavier flashes a smile at you and holds the door open for you to enter, following in after you. “Bit of tension in the group, I hear.”

You frown, unsure about his words meaning, when he continues.

“One of my guys was switching frequencies in the van and got yours on accident. We, uh, we heard your little… disagreement with Owens,” he admits. “I promise we weren’t listening in on purpose. That’s the last thing I’d wanna do. But y’know… open channels and all.”

You can’t help but cringe at his words and let out an awkward laugh. “I’m sorry you had to hear that, Xavier. It’s nothing a little time and a successful storm won’t fix, anyway. I think everyone in the chasing community knows Tyler and I butt heads nearly every day.” 

“Butt heads? Honey, that sounded a lot more like an intentional insult to me.”

“No,” you shake your head. “No, Tyler wouldn’t do that.”

Hearing that Xavier thought Tyler’s words were an insult is the kick you need to make you realise that they weren’t. Tyler was the type to get on your nerves, that was true. But the type to intentionally insult you in an attempt to hurt your feelings? He would never do that.

Xavier gives you an unimpressed look. “Listen, honey – we have a spot available in our team and it’s yours if you want it,” He reaches out and places a hand on your waist, almost making you flinch at the action. You resist the urge to hit his hand off. “You have the degree to prove you know what you’re doing and I think we both know you’re wasting your time with the Wranglers. Especially proven that their leader seems to treat you like something on the bottom of his shoe… me, on the other hand, well… I’d treat you better.”

You try your hardest to control your expression, not wanting to come across the wrong way or to make a scene in front of everyone in the gas station – your team, his team and the several other teams and general patrons all milling about and eating their mid-day feed. Even though you feel uncomfortable as all hell and would love nothing more than to deliver a swift punch to his nose and book it straight back out the door. 

“Listen, Xavier,” you take a step closer to him and almost cringe at the way his lips move up into a smile at your closer proximity. “I wouldn’t join your team if it was the last storm chasing team on earth. If you think I’m wasting my time with my team, I hate to think how much time I’d waste on yours. I’ve seen how much time you spend looking in your car mirrors. If you didn’t know, the tornadoes don’t actually care how your hair looks.” You reach up and pat his chest condescendingly. “And if I hear you say one more bad word about Tyler Owens, I’ll make sure the whole chasing community knows about what happened here today, how you tried to come onto me just to get me to join your team. Trust me, it won’t end well for you.”

You don’t waste anymore time in removing his hand from your waist and leaving him standing alone as you head back over to your group. Kate and Lily are watching you from right where you left them, though Tyler isn’t with them anymore. 

Kate hands you your drink. “You all right? What the hell was that?”

“Just Xavier being an asshole,” you mutter, risking a look over your shoulder to see that he’s gone to join the rest of his group. You hope he’s seething and embarrassed by your words. “I dealt with him though.” 

You can’t shake the uncomfortable feeling still running through your body, though. You try and take a sip of your coffee to calm yourself down. It doesn’t work, really only making you feel more jittery and strange. 

“I’m gonna go wait out at the car, when you guys are all done we can check the radar together and decide where to go from here, all right? You guys can tell the others?” You ask.

Kate nods. “Yeah, course. You sure you’re okay, though?”

You look between her and Lily, noticing the worried looks on their faces, and try and put a smile on your own face to stop them from worrying so much. “Yeah, I promise. It’s just packed to the brim in here and I wanna get some fresh air after all the driving.”

You can feel Kate and Lily’s eyes on you as you leave, coming out the door you’d only just come inside through. You make a beeline straight to the car, taking a deep breath, grateful for the cool breeze on your skin and the warmth of the sun above you. The uncomfortable feeling starts to fade as you open the door to the car and climb up, putting your coffee in the cup holder and leaving your feet hanging out the door as you start to scroll on your phone to distract yourself. 

It’s only a few minutes later when someone stands in the way of the sun and casts a shadow over you. You blink up to meet Tyler’s eyes. He stands in the doorway of the truck, a hand on his hip.

“Already scouting a new group to join cause of me, are you?” He starts, and it takes everything in you not to roll your eyes. “I go to the bathroom for two minutes and come out to see you and freakin’ Xavier all close? When the hell did that happen?”

You let out a huff and squeeze your eyes shut. “Seriously, T, can you not do this right now?”

Tyler shakes his head. “I wasn’t trying to insult you over the radio, sunshine. Usually, you give it right back to me, so that’s what I was expecting, and I know I took it too far – Boone said as much after we put the radio down. I really am sorry about it.”

You open your mouth to tell him it’s all right, that you accept his apology, but he continues speaking, cutting you off and making you glad you never got a chance to actually speak.

“But out of everyone, I see you flirting with Xavier? I mean, come on.”

“I wasn’t flirting–”

“Sure as hell looked that way to me,” he huffs. “You two were all touchy. I saw it.”

You take a deep breath and move to stand up, forcing him to move out of your way. You close the car door behind you and turn to face him, crossing your arms over your chest. You are not going to have this argument like this. 

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were jealous, Tyler.”

Tyler doesn’t hesitate before he replies. “Well, that’s cause I am.”

For the first time since you’ve known Tyler Owens, you’re lost for words. You open your mouth once, twice, unable to come up with anything to say to him. It seems Tyler is the same, just staring at you, his eyes ever so slightly wide. 

“Then… then you’re jealous for all the wrong reasons,” you manage.

You should be saying something else – teasing him, getting on his nerves, but your short response is all you can get out and it’s nothing like your usual tone when you talk to Tyler.

He frowns. “Why is that?”

You clear your throat. “Cause he was the one coming onto me, telling me to join his team and talking shit about you, and I was the one telling him not to talk shit about you and not to put his hands on me, like he thought he could clearly do without consent.”

As soon as you finish speaking, you regret your words only because of the look that crosses over Tyler’s face. He glances over your shoulder towards the gas station where you assume Xavier and his team still are. 

“That piece of shit,” Tyler mutters, and then he’s moving.

You’re quick to react, hurrying after him and reaching out to grab his arm and attempt to tug him to a stop. It doesn’t work the first time, but the second time it does. “Tyler, stop. You going in there is not going to help anything, it’s just going to make things worse.”

Tyler turns to look at you and you’ve never seen him look so mad before. 

“You’re telling me that guy put his hands on you and tried to come onto you and you don’t want me to go and give him a piece of my mind? Sunshine, he deserves worse than what I can do to him, but I’ll do my best,” he says.

You don’t miss the fact that Tyler manoeuvres your grip on his arm to take your hand in his instead, weaving his fingers in-between yours and giving your hand a squeeze.   

“I’m saying that I already gave him a piece of my mind, T, and I threatened that I’d tell everyone about what he did if he said anything bad about you again,” you explain. 

“I don’t care if he says anything about me, but the fact that he did that to you… everyone already deserves to know what a piece of shit he is,” Tyler seethes. 

You squeeze his hand, then. “I’m sure they’ll find out one of these days, but not today, T, please. I just wanted to come out here and get some fresh air and try and forget what happened.”

Tyler takes a breath and then takes a step towards you, away from the gas station. “Do you want company or do you want me to go back inside and tell the others to hang back inside a while?”

“You’d do that?”

He laughs softly. “Have the last few minutes not shown you that I’d do pretty much anything for you, sunshine? And last night? The last thing I wanted was for you to ride with someone else other than me, but I could tell it’s what you wanted, so I didn’t fight you on it.”

“And what you said over the radio this morning?”

“I missed you and the way you always disagree with me. I just acted on it the wrong way.”

“Yeah,” you nod your head. “You were a real asshole.”

Tyler’s face breaks out into a grin. “Not gonna disagree with you on that one.”

You stare up at him for a moment, honestly surprised at how quickly things had changed between you. Only minutes ago, Tyler was mad at you, then he was mad at Xavier and now he was standing here, smiling at you like you were as bright as the sun. His nickname was fitting for you, you suppose.

“Will you just come and stay with me for a bit? Till whenever the others come out?” You ask, nodding your head back towards the car where you’d been sitting before.

Tyler nods. “I have one condition, though.”

“Name it.”

“You sit in my truck instead, and you come back and ride with me in it again.”

You can’t keep the smile off your face. “That’s two conditions, actually, T.”

“And you didn’t say no to either of them,” Tyler smiles. “Come on, sunshine.”

[sinsirellaxx]

Man I love your toxic Slytherin boys writings (I reread them as my bedtime stories every night since I found your account 🤭) but knowing my personality and temper, there's no way I would let their toxicity slide 😩🫸

Pls pls pls pretty pls will you write where we put them in their place and have them grovel and trail after us like a lost puppy? 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

Slytherin Boys – What they’ re like if you put them in their place

Warning: Toxic Slytherin boys 😌

A/N: Thank you so much! That is very sweet of you – hope you always have sweet dreams! 🤭 Honestly, same – I love a good temper! Hope you like what I have come up with! And sorry that some are a bit shorter than the rest! If you want a part two (for the groveling and trailing part) let me know! (I didn't include this here and I only noticed that it was part of the request now – so, sorry about that)

On another note: I've added Tom Riddle to the boys and will be doing so from now on! Comments are appreciated!

Mattheo …

… is shocked. He was used to always getting away with things, given the status he had attained through his family name – and his own actions. In his past relationships (or situationships) he had his girls practically kiss his feet and were ready to do everything for him and to him. But here you were, his first real relationship and apparently the boon and bane of his existence. You were getting ready for the party in your common room and had chosen a rather risky black skin-tight dress for that evening. Mattheo usually never cared about what his dates or girls wore – actually, he loved them to wear revealing clothes because he wanted to show off. But with you, he hated the idea of other people staring at you. He’d walked into your dorm room before the party – also something he had never done before – and immediately shook his head upon seeing your dress. “Absolutely not.”

You turned to look at him in confusion, closing the lip gloss you had just applied before putting it back into your make-up bag.

“You can’t wear that. The dress is way too short and – just no.” Mattheo glared as he looked you up and down. “I don’t want anyone to stare at you with like that. You’re mine –“

You scoffed loudly, fully erupting into a laugh as you stared at him with raised brows.

The frown on Mattheo’s face deepened as you walked up to him, placing your hand on his cheek as you slowly shook your head. It’s sweet you think you can tell me what to wear – because you can’t. You spoke smirking at him. And I’m not yours.So please get that silly idea out of your head. You can’t tell me what to do. You tapped his cheek slightly before walking towards your door, leaving Mattheo no time to react. The door closed behind you leaving him to brood in silence as he breathed through his nose, his hands clenched at his sides.

Well fuck.

Theodore …

… is kind of pissed but also kind of turned on. He can’t decide which feeling is stronger. You two have been fighting over you refusing to always tell him where you’re going and with whom. If he had asked nicely, you probably would have told him. But Theodore had been rude and controlling about it.

“You can’t just go wherever you want without telling me first. I need to know where you are and with whom you are.” The tall male demanded as he had you pressed against the door to your dorm room. He had waited for your arrival at the top of the stairs because he wanted to talk to you. You had ignored all his calls and messages, and he was livid with you – how dare you not answer him?

Upon seeing him you had rushed past him, with the hopes of closing the door to your room right in his face but he was quicker than you had expected.

You rolled your eyes for the umpteenth time, obviously annoyed by his antics.

Fuck off. Get off my fucking dick, Nott.

Theo smirked, he loved when you got bratty. “No, but you can jump on mine.” He whispered against your ear as he opened the door to your room and pushed you inside.

Lorenzo …

… is speechless. Lorenzo Berkshire is known to have many girl friends falling for his prince-like appearance. He enjoys the attention and loves to feed his ego. It was something that you had to get used to when you agreed to be with him, but you eventually found your peace with it. You were sitting on Enzo’s bed with your phone in your hands, typing away and smiling at the screen.

Lorenzo noticed your smile and raised his brow as he watched your fingers move quickly. If not for the typing, he would have thought you were watching cute animal videos, but he was sure you were chatting with someone. He couldn’t help but ask, “Who are you texting?”

You didn’t answer at first, your fingers still moving until you finished your last message. As you clicked ‘send’ you lifted your head to look at your boyfriend. You told Enzo you were talking with your seat-neighbor about something funny that had happened in divination that day.

“Oh, is it Granger?” He added, growing slightly nervous because you left out the most important detail. Who was it, that made you smile like that at your screen? Lorenzo was known for being – well he tried to be – patient with you. He loved you after all. He had managed to be in almost every single class you had – except for divination. Ever since the beginning of the term he’d been thinking about it: Who were you sitting with? Were there many boys? Would you talk to any of them?

You finally answered him: Harry Potter. Enzo felt this weird warmth spread through his whole body as his heart started beating incredibly fast, his hands unconsciously balling up into fists to prevent them from trembling.

“You are friends with Potter?” He spat, putting special emphasis on the Chosen One’s name. Oh, how he hated that boy. You just nodded; your phone vibrated in your lap. Lorenzo ripped the phone out of your hand before you even managed to unlock the screen. “I don’t want you to talk to him. Block him.”

You just rolled your eyes at him and demanded him to give you your phone back.

“No.” He shook his head and stood up from the bed, already typing in your code he had managed to figure out from staring at your screen whenever you unlocked it.

“I don’t want you to have any male friends – am I not enough for you?” His voice raised a notch as he held you at arm’s length with his left hand while trying to open the messenger app with his right one. He clicked on the chat with ‘Harry’ and read through the messages, scoffing as he saw just how much you have been chatting with him. His face contorting in anger as he reread the messages from last night.

“You’re planning on going to Hogsmeade with him?!”

“Fuck, no.” He exclaimed loudly, rolling his eyes when you had finally managed to get your phone back before he could send whatever message he had typed in.

“You won’t go.” Lorenzo added with finality, glaring at you in hopes of intimidating you into submission.

He expected you to cry and get insecure, but he did not expect you to scoff at him, hands on your hips as you told him he couldn’t tell you what to do. You quickly grabbed your things and left the room not bothering to close the door after you. He could do that himself.

Lorenzo was too stunned to speak.

Draco …

… (almost) has a panic attack. Remember that scene in the bathroom in the sixth movie, where Harry finds him? Yeah – that kind of panic attack. You had just told him to leave you alone until he got his head out of his ass because he had threatened to break up with you if you didn’t break off your friendship with the golden trio. Draco would not have expected you to walk out on him – he usually always got what he wanted, and this turn of events completely threw him off. He gripped the front of his shirt as he gasped for air, the other hand combing through his hair as he paced through his room.

Rushing into the bathroom he splashed his face with cold water as nothing else seemed to help. When he finally lifted his head to look at his reflection in the mirror he had to accept the truth: He apparently needed you more than you needed him.

He would have to win you back. Even if he had to beg.

Blaise …

… would think you were joking when you told him you didn’t need him to protect you.

You were fuming as you pushed Blaise’s hands off, telling him that what he had done was completely wrong and uncalled for.

“Why are you mad?  I just protected you, doll. I saw the way he looked at you.” Blaise tried to reason with you. He couldn’t just sit still when another boy tried getting closer to you. Over his dead body. But you didn’t seem to agree with him as you shook your head in disbelief. “I didn’t push him away for no reason, did I?” He sighed, growing impatient with you as told him that there had been no reason to hurt the other boy. “Babe, I did it for you, you know?” And that was the last straw for you as you yelled at him to leave you alone. You are suffocating me, Blaise. This is over – we are over!

Blaise knew then that he had overstepped your boundaries. Again. He should have run after you and begged for your forgiveness right away. But he also knew that you probably would need some time to cool down. You’d be back in his arms soon, he was sure of it.

Tom Riddle ...

... would let you have your moment. Tom had been bored nowadays and he was actually intrigued to know how far you'd go and what you'd do exactly.

Tom is known to be an intimidating and bossy persona – he is the born leader one could say. Seeing as he is the oldest son of the Dark Lord that came as no surprise to anyone. Everyone had high expectations of him so he projected all that pressure onto you: You had to be perfect. Not what you deemed as perfect but what he thought was perfection. At first you let him control you, blinded by love and the attraction you felt for him. But after months of dating, and his demands getting increasingly more suffocating you have had enough.

Your complaints and worries, however, were met by indifference. Tom did not care. "What do you expect me to say?" He spoke lowly as he looked up at you from where he was sat on his bed.

You just blinked at him dumbfoundedly not sure what outcome you had expected.

"You knew what you were getting into, when I asked you to be my girlfriend." Tom tilted his head as he leaned back on his arms. "Now, if you have anything else to add to this ... very productive conversation, please, go ahead. If not, get on your knees."

There it was again. The hurt and the humiliation. He only wanted one thing and nothing else. But this time, you wouldn't let yourself be manipulated. This time, you told him to go fuck himself before storming out of his room.

[schoenpepper]

River (Charlie Puth)

Intro: He doesn't understand why you keep getting closer and closer to him, even after all he's done. You don't understand why you love him, either.

Warnings: bad writing, awful grammar, not proofread it's too long for me to give a fuck, reader is like simp 100%, book 4-5 spoilers ig, not canon happenings huehuehue, kinda disconnected but like, all my songfics are disconnected so idk, i was half asleep writing the latter parts, so it'll be messy for sure

A/N: Jamil my babygirl~ The people don't enjoy my Twisted Harmonies series, but I don't care because I like writing them. This one went through a couple edits though.

Masterlist

Don't run from me river

Don't run from me river, river

No don't run from me river

Don't run from me river, river

Meeting Jamil was the start of living for you.

Coasting through life back in your old world; everyday was a chore you had to get through in order to continue existing. When you got magically transported to a place with magic and new cultures and new people, it was like you finally got back to the same starting point as everyone else.

But seeing those dark gray eyes and long brown tresses, it made your heart beat for the first time.

A beauty that seems to want to go unnoticed, but how could you ignore him when his radiance filled your very being as naturally as oxygen filled your lungs? When he hid in his mask of incompetence and facade of normalcy, what can you do but trip over your own feet and fall? You see him, and the only thing you want to do is to be closer to him, enough to peel back that visage of mystery, to read him like an open book. Jamil is like a mirage in the deserts of the Scalding Sands, however, you know that the moment you reach out to touch him, he’ll fade away right in front of you.

So you keep watching.

You can’t do anything but watch.

You watch him plot and plan and fall victim to his own schemes. You watch him boil together the mess of feelings he doesn’t know how to release. You watch him bathe in his misery, you watch him drown in it.

You keep your hand to yourself instead of offering it.

You know he’ll never take it.

Look, you can play it cool

Act like you don't care

River don't be cruel

You're pushing me away

You’re interesting.

Jamil doesn’t care about much, and he certainly doesn’t care about you.

But a magicless human barreling into his world (literally) at orientation? You’ve got his interest peaked, at least. That’s it. He doesn’t care enough to give you a second glance. The only thing he knows about you is that you’re from a different world. But rumors always spread like wildfire, and suddenly, you’re the talk of the school. Riddle overblotted and you, somehow, are on center stage. In the Spelldrive tournament, he doesn’t know too much about what transpired, but what he does know is that you’re involved again somehow.

You could be useful.

You could be an asset to him, a boon if used correctly.

1, 2, 3, pieces fall into place.

Kalim is powerful, even if he doesn’t know it. But you, you’re Crowley’s little helper, aren’t you? You can make the headmaster look at the problem head on, instead of cowing to the Al Asims’ money. When everyone in Scarabia, and even Ramshackle’s prefect themself, is saying that Kalim is no longer fit to be housewarden, then wouldn’t the headmaster need to listen?

Stay.

Stay for another dinner. Another night. Another training session.

Stay until you’re useless to Jamil.

Don't want to get hurt

So you hurt me first

With the words you say

Maybe you should fall

Hah. You ruined his plans.

He lays on the floor, soaked in ink and sweat and tears, the forbidden taste of freedom lingering on his tongue. Azul and the twins are looking at him with mild amusement, even though he could clearly see they were just as injured, just as tired as he was. But he can’t read you. Even under snake whisper, he never understands what’s in your mind. You’re looking at him with an expression he can’t place, you give him a feeling he can’t shake. He’s lightheaded, he doesn’t really know where to go from here—when the adrenaline runs out and blood returns to his veins, Jamil has no idea what to do.

He hurt Kalim.

He hurt his dorm.

He hurt you.

Is that all he can do? When the chains that bind him are momentarily unlocked, is hurting other people the only thing he’s good at?

He meets your eyes.

There it is again; an emotion he doesn’t get. Are you pitying him? Is it empathy, sympathy? What do you want from him?

There is nothing that Jamil Viper can offer you.

Not when he doesn’t even belong to himself.

That's what rivers do

'Cause when you're in love

You don't mind a different view

Things are looking up

You think it’s unfair how beautiful Jamil is, even defeated and down on his knees. You ignore Grim for a moment to skirt around the black substance on the floor, making your way to Jamil. He looks at you warily, reminiscent of a wild animal that’s cautious, and rightly so, of a strange being entering its territory.

You hold your hand out.

You should know better than to hope that today is finally the day that he takes it.

But he does.

It’s more than what you imagined it to be. In your dreams, the boy that you love takes it with a flustered face and an awkward smile, hands clammy with sweat. In reality, the very first time that Jamil ever takes your hand, there’s a determined look on his face and sludge on his palms. He’s tiredly glaring at you, likely internally cursing you out for ruining his evil plans. With the way his pretty eyes are slightly squinted, brows furrowed and lips curved downwards into a frown, you think it’s so much better than your fantasies.

Because it’s the real Jamil.

And his grip kind of hurts when you help him up, but he doesn’t complain when you make him lean on your shoulder for support. You help him back to his room.

Everything’s over. For now.

But for you and your poor heart, it’s all just begun.

Maybe this is the step you’d needed to get closer to him? Maybe this is the part of the cheesy romantic movie where he lets you in after troubles and tribulations? Maybe this time, you can get to know who he really is.

Strip away the practiced incompetence. Take off his cloak made of calculated errors.

So, it’s decided.

From now on, you’ll find out everything about Jamil, and you’ll give and give and give and give, if only to replace the parts he’d had to give away over the years.

You’re both broken.

But maybe if you give him the parts of you that are still working, at least one of you can be fixed.

Oh river (river, river) don't run (run, run)

Don't run (river, river)

Don't run (run, run)

Oh river (river, river) don't run (run, run)

Don't run (river, river) from our love (run, run)

He wakes up in the infirmary. It’s still you.

Why are you still here?

Leave. Leave him alone. He doesn’t deserve your gentle care, not when it’s his fault, not when he’s the reason both for your and his own injuries. You never say a word, but you redress his wounds so carefully, making sure not to hurt him in the process.

What do you get out of this?

He genuinely doesn’t understand.

Jamil has never been kind to you, no, he’s always done what he needed to do in order to get you to move according to the script he’d written. He’d toyed with you, manipulated you, don’t you understand? He lied, because lying is his nature, because you’re just so gullible, you never even thought twice before believing any of his words.

Why don’t you get it?

You hand him a packet of cookies. Cheap ones from the school store, but judging by the way you’re dressed, and what little knowledge he has of your financial situation, he knows it’s all you have on you. He takes it with a soft ‘thanks’ and opens it. It tastes like cardboard, he can make better ones.

But you smile at him.

Your smile reminds him of the sun back home. It’s unbearably bright, he wants to turn his eyes away, but it’s also so unbearably stunning. And your voice, it’s akin to the nectar of blooming flowers in the spring when they travel through the air in all their sweetness. “Eat up, you need to regain your strength.”

If you refuse to be his enemy…then what is he supposed to do?

Look, darling don't give up

When the water's rough

Where you gonna go?

My heart is your home

You are persistent, if nothing else. In a corner somewhere, in a low whisper that no one other than you or him would have heard, he’d apologized. You accepted his apology. He thought that would have been the end of it. You’d return to the state of strangers, as you had been before the winter vacation. But you’re like honey, sticking to his fingers and leaving a saccharine residue he just can’t wash off. You’re in the cafeteria and you choose to sit next to him, in the hallways where you greet him a cheery ‘good morning’ and ‘good afternoon’, in the parties in Scarabia that Kalim invites you to.

You pull Jamil away to a hidden balcony to escape the noise. You laugh and chatter away even when he doesn’t reply.

You hold his hand.

He lets you.

He doesn’t know why, but he lets you do whatever you want. He never stops you, even though he knows he should.

You show up to basketball practice and every single game. He tries, he really does, to convince himself that you’re there for Ace. You guys are best friends, right? So of course you’d be there to support him. Hell, you could even be there for Floyd, with how close you seem to be with the merman.

(Jamil is a liar, after all.)

He tells himself you’re not there for him.

Even when you run up to him after a successful play, passing him a cold bottle of water and a fluffy towel for his sweat, he swears you’re not there to support him. Why would you? He’s the guy that threw you all the way to the other side of his dormitory.

(You only give Ace an eye roll when he brags about the win, and Floyd, a high five.)

(The best liars fool themselves.)

Nothing is as cold

As running on your own

So river don't you rush

Maybe you should fall

You have…what was the expression again?

Jamil watches on with Kalim from the corner of the court.

Two left feet, that’s it. Your dancing is, quite frankly, hilarious to watch. A mess of uncoordinated limbs flailing about, but it’s certainly better than Grim’s or Deuce’s. Kalim interrupts with a well-meaning comment (rude, but it’s true), and somehow, Jamil’s volunteered against his will to teach the clumsy first-years how to dance.

Ace knows enough of the basics, Deuce is remarkably stiff, Grim is a hopeless case.

But you can learn.

You want to pass the auditions too? Vil’s rather stringent with his requirements, though Rook is certainly not. But if you want to have even a shot at this, maybe Jamil can teach you more thoroughly, one on one.

Sevens, even he doesn’t know what he’s saying anymore.

You agree.

(Why did you agree?)

That's what rivers do

'Cause when you're in love

You don't mind a different view

Things are looking up

One hand on your waist, the other gently fixing your leg in place by your upper thigh.

(He wonders if you can hear his heart beating when his chest is to your back.)

“You should be more relaxed. The song isn’t aggressive, so you shouldn’t be so stiff.” Jamil speaks lowly into your ear, and he feels you shudder but never pull away. Instead, you nod and try to follow his instructions the best you can. Your body melts into the posture he’s veering you towards, molded by his palms. You’re warm, and the way you’re nervously looking back over your shoulder to gauge his reaction makes him think of the stray cats that occasionally circled him for food.

“Sorry, I just, don’t really dance,” you admit in embarrassment.

“Then why do you want to audition for the SDC?”

“Hm? Because my friends are auditioning. They think that if enough of us are in the team, they’ll be able to replace Epel. He doesn’t seem very willing to compete, after all.”

And there you are again.

Saving another stranger, as if kindness itself is melded into your bones. Jamil finds that he was wrong; it’s not just your smile that’s evocative of sunlight, it’s you. Your eyes meet his with a warmth that doesn’t burn, yet touching your skin makes him feel like he’d just come in contact with red-hot lava.

If you’re this kind to everyone, was he just another charity case to you?

Oh river (river, river) don't run (run, run)

Don't run (river, river)

Don't run (run, run)

Oh river (river, river) don't run (run, run)

Jamil pushes you away like it’s routine.

Everytime you think you’ve managed to dig deeper, you’re met with another blockade, each stronger than the last. He’s confusing, because everytime you think he’s letting you get closer (every time, you’re given hope that your feelings have come through), you’re disappointed again and again and again. You manage to graze the edge of his fingers before he flinches away like your touch burns him like hot metal.

And you keep trying.

What else are you supposed to do?

You continue your efforts and hope and pray that one day, he’ll see you. 

But for now, you watch out for his lines and redraw them without his knowledge. You do what you can to be his friend, because even though every bone in your body is begging for his love, you know it’s impossible when he won’t even let you be his confidant. You sit next to him and stay, even when he tries to scoot further away from you. Is it healthy? Probably not. You know better than to do what you’re doing. But you don’t stop.

(Jamil is like a drug injected straight into your veins.)

Don't run (river, river) from our love (run, run)

Don't run from me river

Don't run from me river, river

No don't run from me river

He thought that distancing himself from you would be the right thing to do. He doesn’t know if it’s right, but what he does know is that it’s impossible. You’re a thought always running through his mind; a dream flowing through his reality.

When did it start that, even when he knows you’re not near, he still searches for you?

Jamil almost feels relief when he arrives at Pomefiore and realizes that you didn’t make the cut. Almost. He’s not relieved though, it’s overshadowed by a feeling of restlessness he doesn’t understand.

Anything concerning you, Jamil’s never quite understood.

Then you arrive anyway. When he’s managed to calm his heart down, you rev it up again like an engine. Vil announces you to be the team manager, and you agree quickly to let the team stay at Ramshackle at the notion of the prize money.

(You certainly weren’t looking at Jamil when you agreed.)

How is he supposed to avoid you now?

He moves in with the rest of the group, when you insist that you’re one bedroom short and thus, regretfully, Jamil would have to stay with you for the duration of his stay. He’s a liar, of course he knows you’re lying. He can see your gleeful smile you’re desperately trying to hide, in the small giggles that leave your lips when you think no one’s paying attention to you. He can decline, of course, and just room with Kalim instead where he can make sure that the heir survives the night without too much distance.

Instead, he agrees, only asking for Kalim to room nearby.

Don't run from me river, river

No don't run from me river

Don't run from me river, river

No don't run from me river

Your very smart and well thought-out plan worked.

Hm, maybe a little too well.

Jamil didn’t say anything when you basically forced him into sharing a room with you. Now he’s in the bathroom, and you’re shaking in your pajamas (from fear? Excitement? Withdrawal symptoms?), tucked into your cheap cotton sheets you’d bought at Sam’s for a couple thaumarks. It is unfortunate, but true, when you say that these are the nicest sheets you have. Jamil exits the bathroom fully clothed (sadly), hair wrapped in a towel and a hair dryer in hand. “Let me help you.” There is no way you were letting an opportunity like this slip through your fingers.

Surprisingly, he complies.

He’s sitting on your bed while you’re kneeling on the mattress behind him, plugging the device on and getting to work. God, it’s divine, he’s divine—his hair smells fruity and floral, and it moves through your fingers like he’s in a shampoo commercial.

(Don’t be a freak. Don’t sniff his hair.)

It takes a long time for it to dry, but when it does, it’s smooth and shiny and absolutely gorgeous. He tries to get up and says he can put his hair oil on by himself, and you take out the pushiest, most blunt sides of you in order to convince him to let you do it too.

Safe to say, sleep escapes you when you’re next to a five-foot-seven beauty in an oversized hoodie and pajama pants.

Maybe you should fall

That's what rivers do

'Cause when you're in love

You don't mind a different view

Jamil has come to the conclusion that he can’t avoid you.

Perhaps it was a realization that should have come long ago. But as the days pass by and he’s in your dormitory, it only further cements in him the feelings he’d been running from. Seeing you everyday feels right, spending every waking moment with you is more than just comfortable. It’s freeing in a way, like he’d just arrived to the countryside from the smoke of the city and he’s taking his first whiff of fresh air.

Practice is enjoyable.

He dances and he sings, and he can feel your eyes on him, roaming up and down but never to anyone else. For the first time in his life, someone’s chosen him, someone’s looking at him with every bit of their attention and focus. Not Kalim, not anyone else. Him. Jamil might be addicted to the feeling of you so openly lusting after him, almost begging for his attention.

(He can’t recognize the other emotions, but physical attraction is easy to read.)

You desire him. Really?

When he looks back at you, catching you in the middle of your act, he enjoys seeing your flustered face and avoidant gaze all the more. Vil calls for a break, so he stretches before taking the sports drink you’re offering.

(It reminds him of when you’d visit him during his basketball games.)

Jamil lightens the mood by deciding to make small talk with you instead of calling you out on your behavior. He takes a sip and laughs with you when Ace and Grim get in a scuffle in the middle of the dance floor, Vil breaking them up with a well-thrown bottle of apple juice. He watches you laugh at Ace clutching a forming bump on his forehead. It sounds like something he can’t quite place, but what he does know is that he’s dreamt of it before—

He’s…dreamt of you.

Multiple times.

The realization hits him harder than the bottle that Vil had thrown at Ace.

Things are looking up

Oh river (river, river) don't run (run, run)

Don't run (river, river)

Don't run (run, run)

Oh river (river, river) don't run (run, run)

Don't run (river, river) from our love (run, run)

Practice was useless.

You watch the reaction of the crowd in response to Neige and his team’s rehearsal. It was a fine performance (if it had been done in a kindergarten recital). Yet you see Vil seething and Rook sighing like the both of them had already seen defeat before it even arrived. You feel annoyance, frustration, injustice (why should the cutesy dance win when it was poorly put together, nothing but a mockup of an actually talented number?). None of that helps. 

Vil overblots.

It’s familiar, though it probably shouldn’t be. The fight saps all the energy you had in your body, and you rush to your friends before the dust even settles, thankfully, no one has a serious injury. They still perform despite everything that had just happened, on the stage that your friend Tsunotarou had rebuilt with just a flick of his wrist. Predictably, they lose.

Well, who said the majority of people had good taste?

(You find Jamil packing in your room right afterwards. You convince him to stay, just a little longer. You wonder what you would need to do to convince him to stay forever.)

Oh river (river, river) (don't run from me river)

Don't run (run, run) (don't run from me river, river)

Don't run (river, river) (no don't run from me river)

Don't run (run, run) (don't run from me river, river)

Jamil thinks he finally understands.

Not you, exactly, rather, the combination of emotions he always finds whenever he looks into your eyes. It was love, a deep adoration that seeped into your soul and made you vulnerable to everything he did. It makes him rethink; was it his unique magic all that time ago, or was it just you fully willing to submit to his whims? No, when did this even start? You’ll likely never give him an answer to that question, but he’s smart enough to figure it out on his own. Retrace the steps, right? All the way back to the first time he met you.

(It’s not quite love yet. But something is there, and he doesn’t know why.)

It’s incorrect for him to assume that just because he found out what your feelings for him were, he’d automatically unravel who you are as a person. It only serves to deepen the enigma; what had he done for you to notice him so early on?

(He crosses out the possibility it might be love at first sight. How boring.)

You must be some tactical genius, and every action leading to this moment must’ve all been a trap. It was as if every step he’d taken since the day you met had only led him spiraling down, deeper and deeper into you. You’re a master at this game he’d noticed too late, you’d already gotten him stuck in your well-woven web of deceit.

How unexpected.

And yet, thrilling.

As Jamil lays his head on your lap, drifting off to a peaceful sleep under the shade of the apple tree, he takes in the feeling of you gently massaging his scalp and thinks of only one thing.

He’d lost to your machinations.

(If you want it so badly, Jamil will give you whatever is left of him that is his. He will trust you.)

Oh river (river, river) (don't run from me river)

Don't run (run, run) (don't run from me river, river)

Don't run (river, river) (no don't run from me river)

From our love (run, run) (don't run from me river, river)

No

His eyelashes are remarkably long. You gently trail a fingertip over the edge of its fanned-out shape, taking note of the shadow it leaves on his cheekbones.

He doesn’t wake up when you kiss his cheek.

Jamil is a mystery you want to keep trying to read every single moment of everyday. He’s a person you want to keep next to you, even if you’ve already gotten to the bottom of all his plans and ideals. You were attracted to him because Jamil is a shattered mirror, all its pieces still reflecting you.

He was barely existing too.

You saw in him what you know is present within yourself; a creature of self-doubt and hatred, wanting to know its place in this world, needing to know its purpose for existence. But unlike you, Jamil took steps to find a way out of his own personal hell, while back in your own world, you were only ever stuck in the same place. He’s everything you never thought you needed, but did.

Now, he’s breathing.

You wonder if he feels safe with you.

You wonder if he feels the same way that you do. Does he look at you and feel alive? Just like how Jamil was the beginning of your living, are you his?

You don’t need to know the answer.

(You couldn’t fix him, and he couldn’t fix you. Isn’t it great, then, that your broken pieces slot right into each other?)

[mama2bears]

Starting Over Again Chapter 7

Warnings: few swear words, injury, nightmares, bed sharing. Some Fluff. I didn't get into too much detail. 18+ .

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Tyler Owens sat at your bedside for 8 hours, comforting you when you were awake, asking questions when the doctors or nurses came in to check on you, and watching you sleep while thanking the gods above that you were going to be okay. The team came by and offered to sit with you while he went back to the hotel to rest, but he refused. He wasn't leaving your side. He felt guilty for not being there to protect you from Lee. He knew how broken and afraid you was when you first arrived. He knew there was still fear and pain...and he wasn't there when you had to face that fear.

“What you thinking about?” you ask, opening your eyes and seeing him sitting there. He looked tired, eyes heavy with sleep, lines of worry and pain etched in his face.

“Oh, hey Darling,” he smiled softly. “Just thinking how I always say you don't face your fears...you ride them. I don't know if I can do that this time.”

“What are you worried about?” you ask, squeezing his hand softly.

“What if something happens to you and I can't protect you.” his lips formed a thin line. “I know Lee is around here. I also know a guy like him isn't going to leave and give up.” he feels you shudder and he holds your hand tighter. “It scares me to think that if he came in here right now, I wouldn't be able to hold him off. I would fight to the death for you, Y/N. But I know, right now, it would be a fight I would lose and that scares me to death. It's not that I am scared about what will happen to me, I am scared what will happen to you if I am no longer able to protect you. That's why I thought maybe a week or two at the beach...but I don't want you to think I am running. Trust me, I don't run from my fears. I am gonna hunt that bastard down and kill him myself.” Tyler fumed.

“Shh..” you sooth him, seeing how upset he was getting, seeing the fear in his eyes. “First of all. I don't want you hunting him down. Not now. Not ever.” you remove your hand from his and touch his face softly, “However, if he does come back around I can promise you that you won't be fighting him alone. I am done running from him and being afraid. I have something worth fighting for now...you. If we have to face Lee, now or any other time, I will be right by your side.”

“No, Y/N...you can't. You're hurt. Please baby, if he does show up, please promise me you will get away and just go for help. I'll hold him off as long as I can, but I want you to get away. Please.”

“And leave you? Never.” you whisper.

Your conversation was interrupted by a doctor coming in. “Hey there Ms. Y/LN. How are you feeling?”

“Much better.” You offer your best smile.

“Well, everything is looking good. I'll go ahead and get your discharge papers ready and get you out of here. It might be a hour or so, but we will get it done.”

“Great. Thank you so much, doctor.” you smile and look over at Tyler squeezing his hand.

“Does this mean we are on our way to the beach?” he asked hopefully. “Tony is a old rodeo friend of mine. He said we are free to stay at his beach house as long as needed. He uses it as an AirBnB, but it's empty right now. He said he could even get it stocked with some food for us for a few days.”

“I would love to go to the beach, but can you make a trip that long?” you asked. “How long of a drive is it?

“The team and I were talking about it.” Tyler said. “It's about a nine hour drive. Boone would drive my truck and they were going to fix up the backseat for us. We'll have pillows and I'll be able to stretch my leg out on the center console. Lily, Dani and Dexter would follow us down.”

You smile, taking his hand and squeezing it, “There's nothing I would like more then some time away with you.”

“I'll let the team know. We can leave soon as they release you. We'll drive though the night and be there tomorrow morning.” Tyler sighs in relief. He would feel much better once they were on the road to the beach. It was private and secluded. No fans would be there taking pictures. No one would know they were there. They would be safe, until he was healed enough to confront Lee once and for all.

* * * * *

Lee sat in the parking lot of the hotel, watching the team coming and going, make notes of the vehicles and tag numbers. He would find out where each and every one of them lived. They would pay, but no one was going to pay as much as Y/N and Tyler. “How dare you leave me for some boy toy. If I can't have you, no one will.” he seethed.

He took interest when all three of the Tornado Wrangler vehicles left at the same time. This was new. This hadn't happened before.

He fired up his truck and started to follow them. They stopped for gas and he pulled into the parking lot, pulling his phone out and videoing them.

Lee uploaded the video to a Tornado Wranglers fan site with a comment, “Hey guys! Just saw the wranglers fueling up! Anyone know where they are off to now?”

He smiled. The millions of Tyler Owens fans would now be helping him keep an eye on the team...and not even know it.

The trio left and Lee fell in behind, taking note that they were heading to the hospital. He sat across the street watching and videoing as the team helped Tyler and Y/N into the red Dodge and headed towards the highway.

Lee decided not to follow them. He didn't need to right now. He had a large group of fans that would do that for him. He opened up the Wranglers fan page and added the newest video and a comment, “Great news! Tyler and the new girl are out of the hospital! Team is heading south. Y'all keep your eyes out for them!”

* * * * *

“Road Trip!” Boone cheered, turning onto the Interstate.

Tyler smiled, leaning back in the seat. He had choose to sit in the middle where he could prop his leg up on the console. The team had set up boxes of shirts and piled pillows up to the right side of him, so he had a place to lean against. You sat on his left side so you could keep a pillow against your side where the stitches were. Tyler wrapped his arm around you and pulled you towards him, where you could lean against his shoulder.

“Get us there safely, Boone.” Tyler muttered, giving into sleep. You were safe by his side, they were heading to a safe place where you both could rest and relax. Now...he could get some much needed rest.

Boone glanced in the mirror then picked up the radio, “And they are out.” he grinned.

“Bout time those two got some rest. Tomorrow is a new day..” Lily signed off and settled in for the drive.

* * * * *

Tyler was awaken by Boone, “Hey...Ty. We're here. The team and I will get everything unloaded that we need, but lets get you and Y/N in there and settled.”

“What time is it?” he muttered. It had seemed like he had just went to sleep. Could it have already been 9 hours of driving?

“It's about 4am.” Boone said.

Tyler rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked around. “Yeah, alright, lets go get settled.” he turned to you and gently shook you, “Hey Darling. We're here.”

“What? Already?” You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and stretched. The smell of the salt in the air confirmed, you were at the ocean. Other then that, it was nothing but darkness of night and twinkling of the stars above. Boone helped you from the truck and you looked up the sky and swore you could see every star shining brightly.

“Beautiful, isn't it?” Tyler smiled as he carefully climbed down from the truck and stood next to you. The wind rustled though the palm trees. You couldn't see the water, but you could hear the gentle rhythm of the ocean as the waves rolled in.

“It sure is. I haven't been to the beach in forever. We used to take a trip every summer, but then my mom got sick and we just never went back. I've missed this.” you whispered.

“My mom always told me that the ocean was good for your body and soul. It will heal you from the inside out.” Tyler picked up your bag and his, and placing a hand gently on your back, he lead you to the front door.

“Where's the key?” Boone asked.

“Tony said it would be above the right window.” Tyler called to him.

“Got it!” Boone opened the doors and got the lights on. “Wow...nice place!” he whistled.

The house was a light blue on the outside with gray trim,, matching the colors of the ocean and sky Inside, the first room you entered was the living room, the walls were a teal that seemed to change colors from blue to a sea green depending on how you looked at them. The floors were a dark oak. Their was a big screen TV, game system, white living room suite with a light wood coffee and end tables. There were ocean themed pillows and throws neatly placed on the sofa and chairs.

Though the living room was the kitchen, yellow walls, shining white cabinets and stainless steel appliances. There was a island in middle of the kitchen with a cook top. Off to the left side of the kitchen was a pantry door and then a walkway into the dining room. The dining room was a deep orange red color, which reminded you of coral. There was a long dark wood table with chairs for 10.

“Tyler, this is beautiful.” you agreed as you slowly walked though the house.

“There's a master bed and bath downstairs.” Tyler said. “There's two baths and four more bedrooms upstairs.”

“So we each get our own room?” Lily grinned.

“Yep,” Tyler smiled. His team needed this as much as you and him. He turned to you, “I know before all this happened we were going to go with different beds. That seems like ages ago now.” he paused, “I know there's only one queen bed in each room. If you aren't comfortable...” he paused as you took his hands in yours.

“I think we have kinda established that we are in love.” you smiled, “I trust you more then I have ever trusted anyone else, and to be honest, I wouldn't want to be anywhere other then next to you.”

He leaned down and kissed your lips softly to the giggles of the team, “Get a room! Actually, just GO TO YOUR ROOM!” Boone laughed.

“Will do!” Tyler flashed a grin, taking your hand and turning to the team. “Tony said he had the rental agent stock us up on food for a few days, until we got settled and healed. Make yourselves at home.” With that, he lead you to the master bedroom, closing the door behind him.

The bedroom was huge. It had a patio with sliding glass doors that over looked what you assumed was the ocean. You would have to wait until the sun came up to see what laid just beyond the patio. White lace curtains covered the window above the four poster bed. The walls were a light teal color. One the far wall was a door that lead to a master bath with a stone shower in one corner and a large jet tub next to it. The bathroom was a mixture of tan and dark browns.

Tyler smiled, standing behind you and wrapping his arms gently around you.

“Thank you for this. For everything.” you turn around in his arms so you can face him.

“There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, Y/N.” he whisperers, “nothing.” He kisses you softly and picks up the bags again, laying them next to the dresser. You notice how badly he was limping, he held on arm across his chest and pain was etched in his face.

“Tyler? You okay?” you asked, rushing to his side and helping him to sit on the bed.

“Yeah, I am fine. Just tired and sore.” he leaned back against the pillows and closed his eyes against the pain.

“Didn't they give you medicines to take?” you ask, taking his shoes off and helping him pull back the covers.

“Yeah, they did. It's in my bag somewhere. There's pain medicine and a cream for my leg.” he muttered.

You cross the room and search though his bag, finding the medicine, “When did you last take either of these?” you ask.

“Sometime before we left the hospital.” he answered, “Come here and lay down and rest. You're hurt too and you need rest. Don't be fussing over me. I'll get up here in a minute and take them.”

You scan the medicines in your hand, “Tyler Owens! You're suppose to take the pain medicine every four hours as needed and the cream on your leg is to help prevent infection. That should be done every six hours. You're telling me you haven't taken either of these in over ten hours?”

“Sorry..I had other things on my mind.” muttered, already drifting off to sleep.

“Well, we are getting this taken care of right now. I am going to the kitchen and getting you some water. While I am gone, get your pants down and let me see that leg.”

“You want me to take my pants off for you, huh?” Tyler opened one eye and looked at you with a devilish grin, making you blush.

He watched you as you walked out the door and wondered how he had gotten so lucky. Carefully, he stood up again and slipped his pants off, going down to his boxers before laying back down, doing his best to hide the pain he was feeling as you came back into the room.

“I am ready for you, nurse Y/N.” he grinned at you/

“Just be a good patient and take your medicine.” you mutter, handing him the pain pill and cup of water before turning to his leg.

The cut was deep and bruised, running from his hip almost to his knee. You carefully spread the cream over the cut. Your soft warm touch on his leg, your hand running from his hip down his leg was enough to drive him crazy. Tyler hissed and you pulled your hand away, “Sorry...I am trying not to hurt you, I just need to get this cream in.”

“It's okay, you weren't hurting me.” he answered taking slow deep breathes, trying to control the fire you sent racing though his veins.

“Oh...” you suddenly realize that it wasn't pain causing Tyler's quicken breathing or the hiss that escaped his lips. It was your touch on his leg. “Sorry,” you mutter, sliding the covers back up.

“Oh don't be sorry, Darling.” Tyler winked, “we will finish what you started...when you're ready.” he smiled, letting you know he was ready and willing when you were, but he wasn't pushing you in any way.

You lean over and kiss him softly with a devilish smile. You weren't going to tell him you were more then ready now, but you also knew now was not the time.

Tyler turned out the lamp beside the bed as you slide under the covers and curled up against his chest. He wraps his arms tightly around you and lays his head against yours quickly giving in to sleep.

It was dark and rain was pouring down. Tyler's heart raced in his chest, pain ran though his chest and his leg, but there he stood, facing down his greatest fear. A man stood there and he knew Y/N was behind him. “I am going to kill her!” the man yelled. “Over my dead body!” Tyler yelled back. He turned towards Y/N and yelled, “RUN! Go get help. I'll hold him off as long as I can.” And with that he dove into the man, tackling him to the ground. They fought and Tyler was getting in some good punches, then he felt a knife jab in his side. He could hear Y/N yelling his name as he rolled off of the man. In an instant, the man was kicking his chest and suddenly he couldn't breath. Tyler gasped, tried to yell at Y/N to run but he couldn't get any air in his lungs. He felt the fire of pain raging though him and he could see the man grabbing Y/N and throwing her to the ground.

Tyler sat up in bed yelling your name, tears streaming down his face, a cold sweat covering his body, pain raging though his chest from the sudden movement. His breathes were coming in deep gasps. Slowly he realized it was a nightmare and he turned to reach for you, but found the bed empty next to him.

“Y/N?” he yelled again, this time, real fear filling him.

“Tyler? What's wrong?” you come rushing in, sitting next to him and wrapping your arms around him. “What happened?” you asked concerned.

He held you tightly to him, his body was shaking. He buried his face into your neck and just sat there holding you. “Terrible nightmare.” he said, “Then I woke up and you weren't here and I didn't know what had happened.”

Tyler began to calm down feeling you next to him and realizing everyone was safe. It was just a nightmare.

“I couldn't sleep and thought I would make breakfast for everyone.”

“Everyone else is already in the dining room eating. You want me to bring your plate in here?”

“No, I'll get dressed and be out there in a minute.” he answered, “can we just cuddle here for a little bit first?” he asked.

You smile against his chest as he pulls you closer, “That, Mr. Owens, is something I will never refuse.”

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Chapter 8

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[gumbootillustrations]

laurance's ref sheet!! it only took me a month and two different versions to finish lol

but yeah. backstory, lore, closeups, etc under the cut :3

laurance is the adopted son of hayden zvahl, a blacksmith, and joh zvahl, a jeweller, and grew up in meteli alongside his adoptive sister cadenza. cad's the reason why his hair is bright red when aph meets him en route to scaleswind - he's been dyeing it this colour since he was young so that he and cadenza could match and look more like siblings. as such, much of his colour scheme is based around soft reds and oranges, with some golds thrown in. additionally, his earrings (although u can't really see them here) were made by joh, alongside most of his other jewellery, before joh passed away a couple of years prior to aph showing up outside of phoenix drop. his armour is also a lot lighter than garroth and katelyn's due to his fighting style prioritising speed and mobility over strength and endurance - that, and the fact that he works around water a lot and can't let metal weigh him down too much.

after ungrth drags him out of the nether, laurance's colour scheme undergoes a major change - instead of being based around reds and golds, it shifts to be focused around greens and browns. laurance also dyes his hair back to its natural colour (brown), and due to the trauma of being forced through the realm barrier (and having his eyes cut out multiple times by gene), his eyes fade to a pale, milky green. there are other physical changes that come with being turned as well - his nails turn into talons, his ears become pointed, and, due to his now-undead nature, his heart stops beating. he also loses the need to breathe, although he keeps doing so to keep up the facade of being human (he really doesn't want to acknowledge the fact that he's undead now). however, around the start of season three (right before the main cast makes the trip to tu'la), he decides to dye his hair red again and return to the reds and golds that he loves (something something "reclaiming his fire" something something). it also doesn't help that his hair has started growing in a bright copper ever since they returned from o'khasis and xavier's relic had gone missing. surely these events can't be connected

not too many comments about laurance's out-of-armour/casual/tu'la arc outfit. his eyesight's dogshit now (due to the aforementioned events surrounding his turning n escape from the nether) so he technically needs glasses, but he never wears them unless someone (usually garroth) tells him to.

with laurance's shadow knight form, i rlly wanted to showcase how unnatural it is to him. it's big, and bulky, and covered in spikes n shit - it's entirely antithetical to laurance and his fighting style. personally, i think that a shadow knight's armour adapts to their fighting style and personality over time, but because laurance like. never uses this form it doesn't get the chance to adapt to him, although i added in a doodle of what his form might've evolved to look like had he used it more often.

uhh shadow knight lore stuff. shad is a psychopomp - at least, the fragment of his soul/essence/whatever that didn't get totally fucked up by the void is. however, the shadow lord (aka the fragment of shads soul/essence/whatever that did) tends to snatch souls that either a) die in the nether (like laurance n sasha) or b) are deemed to be useful to his cause of destroying irene (like gene and vylad) to make into shadow knights. different things play into how powerful a shadow knight is - gene, being part-mer'ai, being a descendant of kul'zak, and having memory manipulation magicks, is pretty powerful already, but when he's made into a death knell (aka a general in the shadow lord's army) his power can pretty much rival a relic wielder. laurance mayyyybe could've become a death knell if he wanted to, but unfortunately he has a stupid strong sense of justice so uh. yeah.

all shadow knights do get a boon from the shadow lord - it usually reflects their personality, their soul, or their past, and it always centres around blood, fire, or shadows (or a mix of some or all of these - for example, zenix's boon is that his blood essentially acts like napalm). laurance's reflects his childhood in meteli, a town built in a saltmarsh/estuary - his blood is stupid acidic (like acidic enough to melt through flesh, bone, and metal if he's not careful). however, for a long time, he assumes that his boon is being able to alter the temperature of metal (as sasha has told him that all shadow knight's blood is poisonous on some level - he just doesn't know that his blood is particularly poisonous) until vylad tells him that it probably isn't metal related.

uhh more lore stuff - this time regarding xavier, his relic, and plot stuff.

zane absorbs xavier's relic (sort of unwillingly?? like he wants power, and he wants to try and push back against his father's influence, but if he's being honest he would've preferred to take on esmund's relic (which is missing. weird.) but beggars can't be choosers so eh it's whatever), but because not everyone can wield a relic and not every relic can be wielded by every relic-wielder it sort of starts to eat away at his soul and fuck him up. this leads to the climactic battle of s1 in irene's cathedral dimension, which ends when garroth (who gets possessed by esmund's relic) kills zane by ripping xavier's relic out of him. when they get back to the overworld and realise what exactly that weird fuckoff hunk of metal that garroth yanked out of zane's chest is, they decide to give it to garroth for safe keeping - only for the relic to go missing when the main cast breaks into an occupied o'khasis to rescue zianna, although they don't realise it until they return home to phoenix drop. it's around this time that laurance travels to new meteli to catch up with cadenza and get her to dye his hair orange again, only for cadenza to discover that his hair is growing in a bright copper. they... sort of brush this off as a weird shadow knight biology thing until laurance gets into a fistfight with gene and transforms for the first time. it's a bit of a mess but hey we got there in the end.

but yeah i decided to tweak his design a lil bit from my lineup of the second war of the magi's divine warriors because i wasn't suuper happy w how his chestplate turned out n i wanted to tutu w it a bit.

anyway. laurance's ref sheet is fucking finally done. the next ref sheet will probs be either katelyns or an updated ref sheet for garroth since ive tinkered w his protector form a Lot and i probs need to add in a cold weather outfit (laurance doesnt need one bc shadow knights r weird n basically space heaters anyway) and his juror form.

as always, let me know if u have any questions!! :D

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Honors From the King: A Short Story

The sword felt strange in Mia's hand. It fit perfectly in her grasp, but it still seemed impossible that it was hers. A few days ago it had made her into a hero, but in the confusion of the battle, she barely remembered making the lucky blow that felled the giant who had terrorized the Southern Forest for ten years.

Now she, an ordinary eleven-year-old from Iowa, was the hero of a fantastical realm, waiting to receive honors from the king himself.

Elbera bustled around Mia in the antechamber-turned-dressing room of the village hall. The elf woman—barely taller than Mia—had served almost as a mother to her since the strange wind had left her in the elfin village. "Now, my dear, as you're being honored for valor in battle, it's right for you to carry the sword, but you must never put the point toward the king. If you're nervous about it, you'd best sheathe it."

Mia sheathed the sword before Elbera finished the sentence.

Elbera continued, "Since you've slain a well-known terror, it's customary for the king to offer a boon. If he offers up to half his kingdom, don't take it—it's only a polite phrase. Best to ask for something useful—perhaps a sum of gold to rebuild the bridge outside the village."

From what Mia had heard of the king, he'd do that anyway. No, if Mia was to get a boon, she would ask for only one thing.

She wanted to go home.

For nine long months, she'd been stuck in Athelor. The cheerful, dainty elves had been kind to her—sheltering, feeding and teaching her without complaint—but they weren't her family. Her parents had to be frantic about her. And her six siblings—what had they done when that strange summer wind took her away from them? An entire school year would be gone by now. If she stayed away much longer, she'd be so far behind, and it would be harder and harder to fit back into ordinary life.

The elves had been unable to provide any suggestions about how to get back home; they only told Mia to wait for the wind. But the elves had sung praises of King Edonniel's library, spoke with awe of his scholarly works about Athelor's history. If anyone knew how to get her home, the king would.

The door to the chamber opened, and a palace guard escorted Mia into sunlit wooden expanse of the main hall.

At the room's far end, the king stood among his guard. Though over fifty, he was tall and fit, with a reddish-gold beard and a noble bearing, resplendent in royal armor. He was like the good king in every fairy tale Mia had ever read, like her father, and she forgot to be afraid of him. The king was a great man—warrior, poet, scholar, diplomat—but Mia knew in an instant that he was kind enough to help a lost girl.

The assembled crowd—all the elves and talking beasts from the village—cheered as Mia approached the king. Mia tried to ignore them, instead focusing on the king’s kind face.

The king stared at her. He stood frozen for several moments, then stepped toward her. “Mia?”

Mia stumbled to a stop. "Yes?" This seemed an informal greeting from a great king.

In a blink, Mia found herself in the king's arms, crushed in a warm embrace.

"I can't believe it." The king's deep voice sounded right next to her ear. "I thought I'd never see any of you again, not here."

Mia tried to push him away. King or not, this was too weird to put up with. "Any of who? What are you doing?"

The king pulled away and looked into her face, drinking her in. "I'm sorry. Of course you don't know me. Mia, I’m Danny. Your brother."

*

In the privacy of Elbera’s good parlor, Mia sat alone with the king. Her brother. Her ten-year-old brother. Who she never in a million years would have connected with the great scholar, warrior, and king the elves, in their musical accents, called Edonniel.

She couldn’t doubt that he was Danny. He remembered their parents, their farm, all their family, even the dinosaur village she and he had created two summers ago. With only a year and a day between their ages, they had often been mistaken for twins, but Mia had always reveled in her superior age. Until now.

Danny seemed so dignified; he made Elbera’s soft chair look like a throne. His eyes had wrinkles around them. His red-gold beard hung down to his chest. He sat so steady, so still, gazing at her like she was his long-lost child—instead of the sister whose hair he pulled when she beat him at Mario Kart.

As Mia sat across from him on Elbera's other chair, the only thing she could think to say was, “You’re older than me.”

The king guffawed. “I’m older than Dad. But you—you don’t look a day older than when I last saw you. How long have you been here?”

“Nine months.”

“It’s been forty-eight years for me.”

Mia’s head spun at the idea. “How?”

“The wind that carried us into a different world carried us into different times. I landed on the shores of the Beryl Sea forty-eight years ago. Ever since I became king, I’ve made a study of Athelorian history, trying to find the rest of us.”

“Us?” Mia had been with her siblings when the wind had taken her, but she’d assumed they were back home in Iowa. “How many of us are in Athelor?”

“All of us,” Danny said with surprise. “Didn’t you know?”

Mia shook her head. “I couldn’t see much.”

“And when you landed here alone, you had no reason to guess that we weren’t all safely at home,” he said, understanding.

“Is anyone else here?” Mia asked, half-hoping another brother or sister would pop out from behind the furniture.

“I crossed paths with Thomas not long after I arrived, but you’re the only one I’ve met in person since. Everyone else, I’ve had to track down in history and legend.”

“You met Thomas?”

“He landed among the trolls of the northern mountains,” Danny explained. “Became a master smith—the greatest in Athelorian history. He forged that sword you carry. I have no idea how it got into the elves’ hands; I’ll bet there’s a story there.”

Danny never could stick to the point of a story. “Where is he?” Mia asked in frustration.

“He was a very old man when I met him,” Danny said. “A hundred and twenty-seven, by some counts. Some say his life was extended by working with the stones from the heart of the world.”

Was? Her little brother had been only six years old when she’d last seen him. He couldn’t be—

Mia sank back into her chair, stricken.

Danny, caught up in his story, didn’t seem to notice. “Jane lived among the centaurs and elves of the Skyveil Plains seven-hundred years ago. Became a legendary warrior and explorer, defender of the weak. Beloved by all the beasts. First to step foot on the Daybreak Isles and meet the talking mice.”

Seven-hundred years?

“Now Ben,” Danny said with a laugh, “has popped up all through history. Rarely seen for more than a day or two, but he always has some dramatic effect. Some scholars speculate he’s extraordinarily long-lived, but my theory is that time is playing with him in a different way than the rest of us.”

He said it all so calmly!

“Nora?” Mia dared to ask about their oldest sister.

Danny’s gaze turned dreamy, his voice hushed and reverent. “The legendary Queen Eleanor, present at the waking of the world.”

Danny was talking about Nora—bossy Nora!—like he was in awe of her.

Her sister—all her siblings—had become legends. They weren’t waiting for her at home. They were long dead, had been dead ever since she’d arrived, which meant they were gone forever, and there was no way home—

Mia burst into tears.

Danny reacted about like how she’d have expected him to react. He sprang up from his seat and hovered awkwardly over her chair. “Mia? What’s wrong?”

Through tears, despair, and frustration, Mia blubbered something that included the words, “They’re all dead!”

“Dead?” Danny asked. “Who said they were dead?”

Mia wiped her tears on her sleeve and glared up at him. “You did! You said Thomas was ancient, and Jane lived seven-hundred years ago, and Nora’s as old as the entire world!”

“That doesn’t mean they’re dead.”

“I’m not stupid! No one can live that long, not even here!”

Danny crouched down next to her chair. He placed both hands on her shoulders and looked straight into her eyes. “Mia, look at me. I’m telling you: they’re not dead.”

Before his fatherly gaze—even with the beard, he looked a lot like Dad—Mia’s sobs became mere sniffles. “Then where are they?”

“They’re home. Safe. I promise. The same wind that brought us here brought them back home after their adventures were over.”

Just like the elves had said. But when Mia had thought she’d have to wait to go home, she’d thought it would be a few years at most, not—

“You said Thomas was more than a hundred years old.”

Danny said, “I’ve done a lot of reading about people like us. We’re not the only people who’ve come here from Earth—or gone home. The stories all say the same thing. No matter how long we spend here, the wind takes us back home to a time only minutes after we left, and we’ll be just the same age we were then. Reunited from across history, as young we ever were. A foretaste of heaven.”

His voice had gone dreamy again. The elves had said he was a poet.

Mia dried her face and sat up straight. “We’ll all be together? At our normal ages? Like we never left?”

“Exactly.”

“You and me and Thomas and Ben and Nora and—“ Mia realized something. “You never said where Claire was.”

“She’s the only one I haven’t found in history yet. That means her story’s probably still in the future. Maybe we’ll run into her someday.”

That did sound exciting, but Mia didn’t like the idea of waiting decades like Daniel had.

“How long do you think it will be? Before we go home?”

Danny stood and walked toward his chair. “I can’t say. Whenever the wind blow lately, I get the strangest feeling that I won’t be here long—maybe five years.”

Five years—half her life—not long?

“For you,” Danny continued as he sat down, “I can’t say. But I have a feeling that your adventures are just beginning.”

“I don’t want more adventures,” Mia said, as another tear dripped. “I want to go home.”

“I know,” Danny said, his voice husky with sympathy. “The first year is the hardest, and you’re so young.”

The idea of Danny—Danny!—treating her like a little kid! “I’m older than you!” Looking into his very-much-not-a-kid face, she amended, “Well, I should be.”

“You will be again, one day. But until then...“ Danny leaned forward, his hands on his knees, and suddenly sounded more like an American kid than he had all day. “This sounds so weird, but if you like, I can adopt you. You can live in the palace under my protection, and I can show you everything about Athelor. Maybe name you my heir if you like the whole royalty thing.”

He was planning a whole life for her. Plotting out a future. Here. Even without the weirdness of Danny acting like her dad, it was too much.

Danny noticed her hesitation. “You don’t have to, if you don’t want to. I know we’re all called here for different purposes, and I don’t want to keep you from your intended mission.”

“I thought the giant was my mission.” Mia had constructed such a tidy tale—and now it was unraveling. “I came here, I slayed the giant. The story should be over. I should get to go home.”

“It will always be waiting for you. Until then, you have Athelor.”

“Athelor isn’t home!”

“It can be,” Danny said. “It’s been a good home to me. It can be a better one, now that you’re here.”

Mia suddenly realized how old her little brother was. How long he’d been waiting, searching for his family through books. And now she was here, after all this time.

Maybe that was her mission. To help this great king while he was here caring for the people of Athelor.

“I guess I can try,” Mia said. Even if she had to stay a long time—well, Danny had managed to do some amazing things, and she couldn’t let her little brother outshine her. “When we do get back home, I don’t want you to have a better story than me.”

Danny grinned—and for just a second, he looked a little like the kid she remembered. “Mia,” he said, “I think you’re going to be fit for legend.”

[pupyr0arz]

more drabbles to fill out that word count. Priceghost but also some weird dynamics mentioned with the rest. Price is set on taming ghost, the very beginnings of that.

Price has a older brother. They don’t talk as much as they used to, few siblings do, but his brother fell into the urge and moved out into the sticks. He keeps dogs, massive walls of fur and strong muscle, not little city lapdogs. Big, working dogs with teeth and ferocious energy, bowling Price over during his visit with ease and snap sharp teeth playfully near his face and Price, who’s never had any sort of animal asides from one of his lost lovers lazy pug, thinks about what would happen if it actually bit down. His brother rescues him easily with an apology and a laugh, and they have beers while Price watches the dogs leap and roughhouse in a way that makes Price doubt how man ever managed to domesticate wolves. His brother keeps them in line with easy words and Price watches him and thinks about his promotion waiting for his return. He’s a captain, now, coming into his own, hand on the collar this time around.

Eight days into working with The Ghost, Price googles the best place to buy a clicker. He would have liked a whistle, but he needed something discreet and fresh of any associations, a clean slate.

His other tabs are looking for collars, and wondering how drunk he’d have to get Soap to try one on for the first time. He’s sure the overeager pup would wear one, but he’s got a surprising amount of ego for a guy who barked for him on a dare.

Laswell showed him the files a good couple months before things became official, picking and choosing the best of the best for his little fighting force. Ghost, as he’s known as, is the most worrying. Soap, funny little creature that he is, has his own litany of behavioral issues, but a list of glowing commendations just as long and Price is sure he’ll be the good fit to bring out the more obedient qualities of his explosives specialist. He’s surging at the bit, poor thing, and faster than you can blink he has Soap glancing back at him for permission to act without thinking about it, heeling on command. Kyle goes along sweet as honey, before he knows it and when Price sees the afterglow fade in his eyes, confusion brimming forth and new worries, he soothes them away with a pat on the back and Gaz leans into it smoothly. Roach waits and watches him from corners, gauging his judgement with little comment and Price is halfway through a worried plan to get some kind of response when Roach apparently makes up his mind, and he’s as easy as anybody ever could be, eager to draw for him. No fuss, no muss, his lead is sure and his halter fits nicely.

The Ghost is more liability than a boon, he’s warned. The man, if he even is one many mutter and curse, seems more scar tissue and scary stories than living parts. He keeps himself covered, baclavas with his skull patterning worn at all times. ce doesn’t touch this when he meets him, spying the sore wound and choosing not to prod that area. The Ghost doesn’t trust him enough to let him look without knowing he won’t touch what he isn’t allowed to, that he won’t do more damage than harm. When The Ghost is asked by a nosey nobody while settling into the base a little too insistently, Price sharply orders him away before he can get too tense. He doesn’t acknowledge it, and in a couple of hours is sure to beat it into the other residents on base that they sure as hell aren’t supposed to either. It can wait. Price prefers to leave that fumbling to lesser men, until he picks out all of The Ghost’s neuroses.

Look. I don’t understand, but I don’t need to. I’ll trust you.

On the third day, Price calls The Ghost for a chat in his office on the base, a report filed of an altercation with one of the sergeants, not one of his but some no-name that Price is already forgetting about. The Ghost didn’t kill him, or break a bone, but the man’s beaten dead to rights and his ego bruised severely. Price thinks that’s a folly, The Ghost could’ve done a thousand things worse to him, but the higher ups don’t see things like he does.

The Ghost sees the report, there’s no way he couldn’t have. Price wanted him to read the whole thing. He settles down in the chair, hands on his lap and cokd brown eyes firmly on Price’s without wavering. He can’t help but take a second to wonder what the Lieutenant is feeling, pride, anger, shame? He doubts the last one strongly. Price doesn’t let his gaze shift away from The Ghost’s when he takes the leaf of paper, careless and openly not bothering to look at it, and dumps it into the bin besides his desk, and launches into a bland speech about mission readiness, praising Ghost for his frugalness.

See? Look at how little this matters to me. I’m on your side. I don’t care about them.

Price waits an extra day before he unpacks the clicker. He slips it into his pocket, takes it with him to the range. Pats The Ghost on the shoulder now that he’s more used to it, slips it out of his pocket quietly next to The Ghost’s leg, let’s him see it. He clicks it, twice, and pockets it again quickly. The Ghost glances at him, eyes dark in the shadow the ceramic casts on his eyes, but his gaze shifts back to the range without comment and Price takes it as a win. The Ghost would never let him try something without knowing, but Price can work with being ignored. He can tell from the shift in him that The Ghost is starting to seriously consider him, reminds him of Roach in a way, and the slight, almost imperceptible peeking of his shoulders after Price praises him is his only chink in the armor. Time will wear that into a crack, into a gaping hole that Price will fill before he feels the ache of it.

[mxtxfanatic]

JC better be fucking glad that the whole "i was given a boon from BSSR b/c of my mom" thing was just a lie made up for the Golden Core transfer. that could have been the last fucking thing WWX has from his mother and he just has zero qualms about taking it. both he and his mother truly believe WWX owes them all that he has, including his life, his gratitude, and the memories of the parents he barely remembers.

JC screams "you're the reason my parents and sister are gone!". yeah? well your mom has been actively taking away and destroying the memory of WWX's parents and you just proved that you'd also do the same if given the opportunity.

an actual brother (blood or not) would show concern about what WWX was offering to sacrifice. JC did not, not even years later.

Jiang Cheng lives his life by what he believes others owe him, not what he actually owes others. Even when he knows he owes someone else, he will not repay it if he sees the debt as a "hardship."

Wei WuXian finally lost his temper, “Jiang Cheng! What- What do you think you’re talking about?! Take it back—don’t make me give you a thrashing! Don’t forget. Who was the one that helped us burn Uncle Jiang’s and Madam Yu’s corpses? Who returned to us the ashes that are in Lotus Pier right now? And who took us in when we were chased after by Wen Chao?!” Jiang Cheng, “I’m the one who fucking wants to give you a thrashing! Yes, they helped us before, but why in the world don’t you understand that right now any remnant of the Wen Sect is a target of criticism! No matter who they are, with a surname of Wen they have committed a most heinous crime! And those who protect the Wen are at risk of being condemned by everyone! All the people loathe the Wen-dogs so badly that the worse they die the better. Whoever protects them is against the entire world. Nobody would speak for them, and nobody would speak for you either!”

—Chapt. 73: Recklessness, exr

[Jiang Cheng] could manage to tolerate others, but definitely not Wen Ning, the Wen-dog who put his hand through Jin ZiXuan’s heart and ended both his sister’s happiness and her life. Just a look, and he felt the urge to kill him right there. How dare he step foot on the earth of Lotus Pier—he really was looking for his death!

—Chapt. 89: Loyalty, exr

With a shove, Jiang Cheng pushed aside the panicking Jin Ling who was supporting his side. Though he was already losing blood, blood still rushed to his head in his anger, making his face cycle through shades of white and red. He spat, “What gives you the right? Wei WuXian, what gives you the fucking right?” From behind Lan WangJI, Wei WuXian said stiffly, “What right?” Jiang Cheng replied, “How much has my family given for you? I’m his son. I’m the heir of the Yunmeng Jiang Sect. But all those years, I was never enough next to you. Their love, their dedication, even their life! The lives of my father, mother, older sister, and even Jin ZiXuan! Because of you, all that’s left now is an orphaned Jin Ling!” ... “And then look what happened? You went to shelter some outsider, haha! From the Wen Sect, of all people. How many years did you eat their food and drink their water?! You betrayed us in an instant without any hesitation! What do you think my family is to you?! Endless good deeds, you’ve done them all, whilst every fuck-up was always because you had no choice! You ‘had no choice’! What difficulties can’t you explain?! What hardship must you hide?! Hardship?! You don’t tell me anything, you treat me like a moron!!! “How much do you owe my family? Shouldn’t I hate you?! Couldn’t I hate you?! What gives you the right to suddenly make me feel like I should be the one that’s sorry?! What gives you the right to make me feel like some fucking clown after all these years?! What the hell am I?! Do I only deserve to be blinded by your glory, by your light?! Shouldn’t I hate you?!”

—Chapt. 103: A Hatred for a Life Part 6, boat-full-of-lotus-pods

Jiang Cheng, on the other hand, looked about ready to lose his mind on the spot. He said, “You? You?!” The force of the punch had been too powerful. Not only did it go right through Wen Ning’s chest, the shock of it also shattered part of his vocal chords. Unable to form a single word, he fell towards the ground. ... Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi went to the corner. Wen Ning was still half-collapsed onto Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling in an awkward position. Wei WuXian laid him flat on the ground. After studying the dark hole on his chest, he fretted, “Look at you......What should I use to fill this now?” Wen Ning asked, “Young Master, is it serious......?” Wei WuXian said, “It’s not serious. You don’t need the organs here anyways. But it looks bad.” Wen Ning replied, “It’s not like I asked to look good......” Jiang Cheng was silent.

—Chapts. 107-108: Concealment Parts 1 & 2, boat-full-of-lotus-pods

[preet-01]

Maxiel and reincarnation

N — Reincarnation (Doppelgängers)

cw: death

“I am yours, now and forever,” Daniel vows as they stand in front of the tree. Were it not for the tears staining Daniel’s face and the blood running down Max’s face, it would be the most beautiful moment in time.

“I am yours, forevermore,” Max vows, holding onto Daniel as tightly as he can. Soon they’ll be overrun by barbarians coming to kill them all. But for a few moments, he is Daniel’s and Daniel is his. And when that’s the case, not even the worst situation could be scary or bad.

_____

Max always remembers that lifetime first, long before they ever meet. Remember isn’t the right word for it, he dreams it. Well, dream isn’t the perfect descriptor, it’s more of a nightmare that never ends or leaves him alone.

He remembers standing there, hoping, praying that there would be divine intervention to save them. But the gods were cruel. There was no salvation, only torture.

He remembers Daniel being ripped out of his arms and then Daniel being ripped apart. He remembers screaming, he still feels that ache in his throat. He remembers and remembers each and every death, every tragedy until it repeats again in an endless cycle of damnation.

Daniel never remembers that first lifetime. Or the second, and certainly not the 16th. The boon of dying first, they’d said during the 10th reincarnation. Max is glad of it. He wouldn’t wish that fate on his worst enemy, much less his beloved.

This Daniel doesn’t remember him yet because they haven’t met yet. Max has made it so.

The sooner they meet, the sooner Max watches Daniel die. And Max can’t go through that again. He can’t keep watching Daniel die just a few steps away from him as he’s unable to do anything. Max can’t and he won’t.

Daniel doesn’t make it easy though. Their paths cross time after time. They need to meet for their intended path to go on as it has for centuries now.

Max is only able to avoid it for so long before their paths cross and Daniel sees him. That's the thing about Daniel in every reincarnation, once their eyes meet, he can't stay away. No matter how much Max makes himself undesirable, Daniel keeps coming back. And Max is weak when it comes to Daniel's undivided attention.

"I can't keep doing this, Daniel," Max states as he holds Daniel tightly in his arms. Now that they've met and fallen in love, he doesn't know how long they have before they're pulled apart. He doesn't know how long he has until he has to watch Daniel's death for the 33rd time.

"What if we didn't have to?" Daniel questions. He'd remembered their past lives - all except the first, second, and sixteenth of course. "Maybe dying together is what stops the cycle," he suggests and it is something they'd never tried before.

Poison is surprisingly easy to find.

_______

It doesn't work.

They have a 34th lifetime where Max meets Formula One driver Daniel. And a 35th, a 36th, and so on. Endlessly meeting one another and dying.

Max curses the gods with each lifetime, but never Daniel.

[saagar-jaisi-aankhonwali]

Moonlit Pages #3

Moonshine's Musings चांदनी का चिंतन

Love - I do not know what is it , what even is love , as easy it is to spell and speak this word love , it is so more difficult to give it away and so much more difficult to find love in life....

As i sit here with a heavy heart , that yes people say they love me but I never felt loved , I could never say that whenever I would be lost I will ask this person to help me find my way , I have to make my way alone , I have to pave this way , my heart is now afraid , it's afraid of trusting people again....

When I will find the love of my life , I will tell him about each tear I shed for someone else in his absence a someone who was not him , I will show him every scar I ever got from myself and others...

I will cry , cry to my heart's desire , cry to a point where there is no more of these traitorous tears left to shed on something or someone. I will tell him to take me in his embrace and let me outpour my pain , the profound hurt which my heart holds , the anguish....

I will let it all out in front of him cause there's no epic intimacy then being vulnerable in front of the person you love where even after that even after they see you in your most vulnerable state they love you dearly and worship you as the boon and bane of their existence....

हमें ले लो अपनी बाहों में , और रोने दो आज हमें सीने में छुपे दर्द को , जाहिर करने दो हमें हमने नदी समझ कर दर्द , संजोया था इस सीने में तुम्हारे सामने ना जाने , सागर कैसे बन गया ....

I want to crumble in the arms of person I love so that he knows how much I have waited for him , how much I love him.....

And I hope when I find the love of my life I am in the right state of mind and do not push him away in my rage....

My dear past self it's not who you thought would be this person....

My dear future self I hope you find your "HOME" soon

Moonshine 💌

[whereianonymouslypostfics]

Coming Home 

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~3k

Summary: You bring home a gift for Wanda

A/N: Here’s the story of how Fletcher came around.

Warnings: Fluff!

You’d been struggling with this decision for a few days, and you still weren’t completely sold on the one you made. You double check your phone to see if your wife responded to your text, and you frown when you see no new notifications. You sigh as you get everything loaded into your car before getting in. You’d left Boone at home today just to make sure that he didn’t interfere with your plans, and you’re eager to hurry home and see him.

You hadn’t left him for a while and he was not happy about it at all. You’d heard him howling until you made it two floors down in the elevator. Wanda had promised to watch him and give him time outside, but you knew that she was busy too. You drive a little faster to cut down the commute, and you reach out to the seat beside you to make sure you don’t jostle the other passenger too much.

“Sorry little one.”

You smile when you hear a quiet high-pitched meow and you have to resist the urge to open up the carrier to pet the kitten. You’d been brought a pregnant cat a few months ago and you’d honestly never seen anything cuter than 6 freshly born kittens. They’d been fostered for a few of months, and someone had brought a few of them back in earlier this week. Apparently, the rest had been adopted and these still hadn’t found homes. You knew you shouldn’t do it because you don’t have time for a kitten right now. You watched two of them leave yesterday, leaving just the one grey tabby and you finally cracked.

You knew that Wanda sometimes envied the fact that you had Boone and that he was so bonded to you. He liked her well enough, but between the two of you, there was certainly an obvious favorite. Wanda had wanted him to love you and you him, so she was fine with this. You just occasionally noticed that she’d shoot the pair of you a longing look when you lounged on the couch together.

For this reason, you decided to try and surprise her with a pet of her own. You know you can’t handle two dogs right now, and Wanda has never expressed interest in another one. For this reason, you’re using the excuse of having this unclaimed cat at work to try and give Wanda a friend of her own.

You hope this doesn’t backfire and Wanda’s receptive of the idea. You suppose you’ll figure out shortly. You pull up to the compound and drive to the garage. You take a deep breath once you’re parked and you turn off the car. You look to your passenger with a smile before getting unbuckled.

“Let’s see how this goes, kitten.”

Wanda is making dinner when you come home. It had been a trying day for her and she’d accidentally broken her phone by dropping it in the sink. She was too tired to figure out getting a new one, and between feeding and walking Boone again she was running low on energy.

She yawns as she reaches for a lid to cover dinner before she glances over to Boone. He’s sitting in his bed grooming and Wanda’s about to go sit on the couch when she hears the door open. You’re quiet in case Wanda is resting, but the smell that greets you as you walk through the door is enough to tell you that she’s cooking. Boone comes to greet you first and he runs over to you in excitement and an angry grumble to remind you that he’s not happy about being left behind today.

“Hi, buddy. Yes, I know. I’m sorry, but look.”

You show Boone the carrier that he’d already noticed and let him sniff it before pulling the kitten away. You don’t want to stress her out, and you’re about to walk toward the kitchen when you hear your wife’s voice.

“Y/n, is that you?”

You smile at your wife’s question, and you take a deep breath as you prepare for this. You’re only just wondering if you’re in over your head when Wanda appears around the corner.

“Hey, Wands.”

Wanda’s smile drops slightly as she looks to her wife and dog, and then back to her wife. She’s carrying something that Wanda immediately realizes has an animal in it, and she doesn’t know how to feel about this. She watches as you gently set it on the ground, waving Boone away so you can open it and pull out whatever is inside.

“Y/n, what’s...?”

“Now don’t be mad. I wanted to surprise you with her.”

Her.

Wanda watches in surprise as you pull out a tiny grey kitten from the carrier. She’s so small and furry, and Wanda’s already terrified of stepping on her. She watches as Boone comes toward you and you lift the kitten out of his reach, but still close enough for the shepherd to see her. You walk toward you wife who hasn’t said a thing, and you offer as smile as you try to explain yourself.

You give her the short answer of how she’d arrived at the clinic and you only frown a little as Wanda shoots you a skeptical look.

“And you wanted to keep her?”

You nod at this as you mention once again that you’d gotten her as a gift. A gift that you were starting to think Wanda didn’t want. You walk towards her and try to hand her the kitten, but she doesn’t even hold her hands out as she looks at the squirmy, mewling creature.

“Yes. I got her as a gift. So you’ll have a fur baby too.”

Wanda finally reaches out to touch the kitten and she almost jumps when she suddenly turns and tries to get closer to Wanda. You frown as you try to get your wife to hold her.

“Do you want to hold her? She likes you.”

Wanda just looks at the kitten for a few seconds before she offers you a smile but shakes her head. She practically runs to the kitchen and you sigh in defeat before you place the kitten on the ground watching to see how Boone reacts.

“Um, I need to go check on dinner.”

You don’t stop her from leaving, but you sigh in disappointment as you watch the pets greet each other. Boone mostly just sniffs the kitten who goes between attacking and rubbing her entire body on his paws. It’s an adorable sight that cheers you up a little, and you have to stifle a laugh at the sight of Boone knocking over the kitten with the force of his tongue licking her face. You pick up the little one before heading to the kitchen and trying to see what Wanda was really doing.

“Cats are dirty, right?”

After a dinner that was fairly normal despite completely ignoring the presence and the subject of the kitten you’d brought home for your wife, you and Wanda decide to spend time in the living room. When Wanda asks this, you turn to the other side of the couch with a confused look. She’s sitting as far away as possible from you and the kitten that you have on your lap, and Boone who’s sitting at your feet watching curiously. You quickly shake your head as you turn to your boy with a smile.

“Actually, they’re usually cleaner than dogs.”

Wanda doesn’t seem pleased by this answer, and she thinks about everything that she knows about cats. This isn’t much, but she thinks about the cat that lived outside of her apartment building when she and Pietro lived in Sokovia. It left them gifts every morning in the form of steaming, smelly piles of poop, and Wanda was always unlucky enough to step in them. She doesn’t want a cat in her house to spread this kind of mess around, and she doesn’t care how cute and fluffy she is.

Wanda tries to figure out how to say this and you wait patiently as your wife collects her thoughts. You want to know why Wanda is so against having a cat. They’re honestly much easier and lower maintenance than dogs. Your wife also seemed like more of a cat person.

Wanda glances to you and then the kitten who’s making biscuits on your stomach. She hears purring and she tries not to melt at the sound as she tilts her head slightly.

“Is she using a litterbox yet?”

This question doesn’t surprise you because as soon as you got Boone, you realized that your wife was very adamant about potty training him. Having a young, male, and at the time, intact dog made her realize that teaching him where he could and couldn’t go to the bathroom was an essential part of ensuring her happiness. Not only did cleaning smelly accidents not make her happy, but it made her regret not finding a dog that was already trained. She knew it wasn’t his fault, but the accidents early on just motivated her to work with you to train him quickly.

You glance down at the kitten and nod as you scratch her chin with a smile. She’d been trained to use one as soon as she was able, and you’d put one in the laundry room when Wanda agreed to let her stay.

“She is. She’s very good at it.”

Wanda just nods and offers you a noncommittal sound as she thinks about this. She wonders if the cat being dirty is the only reason why she wouldn’t want a cat. She thinks about how hot and cold they can be, and how needy too, but she knows that a lot of people like them. You tell her all the time about the cat lovers at work, and she wonders if this could ever be her. Watching as you help the cat onto the ground to greet Boone again, Wanda decides that maybe she’ll try. She would like to have a fur baby of her own, and a dog is too much work…

A couple of days pass with you doing most of the work to keep the still unnamed kitten occupied. You’d had enough foresight to bring her home on a Friday in case Wanda didn’t warm up to her like you were hoping. This gave you the weekend to help her get used to the compound, at least your rooms here, and having a new family. Wanda was mostly working or steering clear of the cat as if she was afraid of her. When night time came and you would settle in the living room to catch up or watch something on TV, the kitten would come with you and rest either with you or Boone.

Tonight, she decided she wanted to sit on Wanda’s lap, but your wife wasn’t very receptive to the idea. She stood up and went to get more snacks, not that you really needed any, and you frown as she leaves to the kitchen. You’re beginning to think that you’d just gotten yourself a cat, but you supposed it was just going to have to work for you. Wanda wasn’t obligated to accept your gift, but you are mostly disappointed that you’d failed to give her something she’d like.

When you finish the movie you’re watching, you decide to take some time outside to smoke. You’re tense and craving it, so you leave Wanda to read her most recent night time book. The last one had been a murder mystery you’d convinced her to try, and she’d ended up having dreams about it for nearly a week. You’d wake up to her squeezing your arm painfully, and you decided to let your wife stick to her normal genres.

Boone follows you upstairs and you both spend about an hour outside before you decide to call it a night and go to bed. You head downstairs back to your rooms, and you stop short of calling for Wanda when you see her still in the living room. She must have fallen asleep reading because her book is discarded on the coffee table. You plan to wake her but you notice something that makes you hesitate to do so. You see that the small grey kitten is curled up on Wanda’s chest sleeping peacefully, and you take your phone out for a photo.

Your decision of whether or not to wake Wanda up is taken from you when the kitten shifts and starts to make biscuits. You hold back your ‘aww’ as you watch Wanda wake up and the kitten on her chest stretch sleepily before purring happily.

“You’re both so cute.”

When Wanda wakes up and immediately hands you the cat, you think this is just a one-off and she’ll go back to avoiding the grey tabby again.

It only takes two more days for Wanda to break and start to bond with the kitten that she definitely hasn’t named. You’re coming home from work tired from a long day, and you nearly trip over Boone who runs in front of you to find his new fur sibling. You find it adorable how attached Boone already is to the kitten. They both really enjoy spending time together, but the kitten clearly has an attitude and likes to do things on her terms.

For instance, last night the kitten had stepped all over Boone to find the best place to rest. When she settled on his chest she curled up to sleep, only to have Boone shift which made her slide down onto his neck. She released her first growl since coming home, but luckily she was just displeased and moved back to where she was with a huff. She kicked at his front leg in irritation, but that just earned her a series of licks to the top of her head. You’d gotten most of it on video and you watched it earlier today when you felt overwhelmed by the difficult clients you’d had.

As you watch Boone run into your rooms, you look around for your wife with a tired smile.

“Wands?”

You walk toward the kitchen at the sound of dishes being set in the sink. You find Wanda shooting you a smile as she finishes tidying up. She’s been cooking for the past hour, and she’s glad to see that you’re home. Boone runs in front of you and comes to greet her with a wagging tail. It’s at this time that you realize that Wanda’s not alone and your smile widens as you watch Boone greet his sibling.

“Welcome home, detka.”

Wanda was wearing comfortable looking pants that she’d paired with an oversized hoodie that she usually wore for movie nights. It’s not until you see a small wiggly bulge in her pocket that you realize why she’d done this. You greet your wife with a kiss on the cheek before you look down to see a small furry head pop out of her pocket to greet Boone. You look up again and see Wanda’s sheepish look, but you don’t give her time to be embarrassed before you’re speaking up.

“How’s she doing?”

Wanda reaches down to scratch the kitten’s head, and you love how the tabby looks up and purrs loudly at the action. You and Boone watch as Wanda’s face lights up as she talks about her day. She’d worked for a bit, but most if it she’d spent lounging around the room and spending time with her new kitten. She realizes as soon as she started paying more attention to her that the kitten was very cute and surprisingly well behaved. She’d seen her use her litterbox, play with her toys and some dust bunnies on the ground. She liked to scratch things though, so she’d ordered multiple scratching posts and a cat tree for her. You’d been surprised to come home and find the living room filled with cat things, but you didn’t comment and only smiled smugly when Wanda’s back was turned.

You were glad that she seemed to be growing more attached to her kitten.

“She’s doing great. Either running around like she’s feral, or cuddling with me on the couch…and in the kitchen.”

You aren’t surprised to hear this, and you just nod in understanding. You’re hesitant to ask what’s on the tip of your tongue because you don’t want to pressure Wanda, but you’re curious and can’t help yourself. You scratch Boone behind his ears before moving to his chin when he looks up at you.

“Have you thought of a name?”

Wanda doesn’t even try to hide the fact that she’s had a name for two days, and she nods with a grin. She takes her cat out of her pocket and holds her up to kiss her nose. When Wanda holds her cat to her face and you watch the tabby nuzzle against her, you struggle to decide who’s more smitten.

“I was thinking Fletcher.”

You reach out to scratch Fletcher with an approving look. You only get a millisecond of attention before Fletcher turns back to Wanda and continues to rub her face against your wife’s. Oh she’s such a goner. You can see Wanda totally spoiling this cat rotten in the future. She might even make Wanda cave and let her sleep on the bed, but that probably won’t happen for a while.

“I think it’s great, Wands.”

Masterlist

[oncewhenalongtimeago]

pt 24 of sbitilyp was INCREDIBLE. i genuinely started crying it was so good!!! thank you so much for writing these they make my day

Sorry, but I Think I Lost Your Plot pt 25

Pairing: Onesided!Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Modern!Fem!Reader

Words: 1,332

Your black eyes is fine.

Tags: Time Travel, Reader into Movieverse, interlude, unedited

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“What are you doing?” You wanted to fist pump as you succeeded your quest -the personal one- primarily involving not stuttering and being so completely totally normal and in background character.

You were sure if this was any time before Toothless, Hiccup would have startled like a cat. His shoulders only jumped slightly, though.

You’d caught him off guard out in the forest, hands deep into a hole in the ground, dirt caked under his nails and onto his sleeves right by a particularly long frond of borage. He’d looked a little bit peaceful before you interrupted him.

You wondered if Gothi had called him off on a quest, or something?

Fishlegs would have been better for that. You wondered how Fishlegs was doing with Ruffnut. Hiccup wasn’t the type to plant flowers or dig for them, not in any way you knew. He didn’t look it.

You could never naturally see him wanting to do that for any reason, though you guessed he couldn’t be against it as an idea.

You adjusted your grip on woven handles, your boon heavy enough to pull your arms taut, though small it was. They would definitely start to shake if you didn’t put them down soon.

“Digging-” A sans-coat Hiccup tried, getting up from his knees, doing his best to wipe off a very strong ‘I-was-caught’ look from his face, “Digging holes.”

You kind of hoped he wasn’t doing anything illegal, not that most of the laws you knew were still applicable here. 

It kind of made sense, though. Digging out in the forest-Digging holes, It was probably a guy thing. There was a certain allure to hole digging, you had to admit.

Hiccup leaned elbow first, smiling fondly and not quite awkward-he was actually close to the tree- against the side of a long, straight tree trunk, bending and throwing one ankle over the other, sliding and jerking slightly in a way that had to be painful on his elbow skin.

He bobbed and shifted, though as if he was trying to keep you from looking at something. There was a level of irony to it as he seemed slightly embarrassed by the action, corners of his mouth twitching as if he wanted to glower blanky, completely aware of what he was doing and displeased by the awkward quality inherent in the action.

You had vaguely caught something that looked like the corner of his journal, the edge of a dirt pile and a stick of charcoal before you figured it would be better if you left what he wanted to hide alone.

He really hadn’t done anything like that around you in a while.

You took it as a sign of him growing more comfortable.

Quickly he stumbled, then he righted himself with a grimace, looking down at brushing his hands against his elbows, bringing down his rolled-up sleeves with a blank disgruntlement, a look he probably meant to keep to himself.

It was then that you smiled back, though you had to fight back a downward twitch of the lips as you realized he hadn’t worn any beads. 

He had the last time you’d seen him… When you’d been quite literally swept away by Hiccup and his dragon. He might have lost a few over the water.

Your heart stuttered and fluttered and you shook your head and jerked it away, refusing to look at him. Instead, you examined a tiny plant sprouting out of the side of a tree by you, though Hiccup’s earlier display was also enough to put you on high alert.

Of course, you would be better off thinking about something more practical instead. It would be very good for you if there were any rocks under there, shaded by the small fern’s leaves. 

It’s what you were here for, after all, small smooth stones in the pocket of your borrowed smock and in the small, two-hand sized woven basket in your palms.

You managed one that looked like smooth quartz. Otherwise, for some reason, there weren’t many around. Not under the ferns in the forest near the village or down by any of the cliffs, too dangerous to walk yourself unless you wanted to slip and fall. They were loose after the most recent rain

You had to ask yourself what you would do, If you didn't have enough stones. You weren’t going to give him any, if he decided not to pay you. Your algae pot needed something pretty-looking, anyways. A stone wall was the first step towards that.

Your furrowed your brows, hoping you at least looked more disgruntled than embarrassed.

“It’s Foxglove,” Hiccup stated eventually, at your ogling. He was very sure about it.

You tried to do a mental shake, dispelling heat by the nape of your neck like a dog shook off water, but you failed, because it came back right after.

Then you blinked hard, which caused your eye to twinge sharply, though the sting was not nearly enough to settle the hairs standing like they were shot with electricity on the back of your neck.

“...Poisonous?” You asked. You scuffed your foot hard against the dirt then grimaced, the bones in it complaining back up at you. You’d dropped a lot of heavy things on it earlier.

It took you a while to stop limping, though it still stung, a lot like your eye, but fresher somehow.

The woods around here were lighter on account of you being closer to the village than not. Less mysterious.

It would have been nice to be deeper in, doing away things, like taking another look at Hiccup’s glowing pond. You’d need a guide, though.

If your goal was alone time, then that would make the point moot.

“...Yeah,” He said with no small amount of unease.

“Agnarr sent me down for some stones, something about lining his plants. He doesn’t have any, by the way,” You sighed. It was a breathy, stuttering thing, filled with anxious energy.

Hiccup seemed slightly irritated at that, rolling his eyes backwards, “Did he really?”

You blinked again in a way that should have not felt awkward if it wasn’t for the perpetual, sharp ache just under your eye.

Your eyelids and the soft flesh bits were still sore, though the bruising for the most part had yellowed and you were sure that it would disappear completely soon.

Still, it felt kind of crusty.

“Is your eye okay?” Hiccup asked, noticing your discomfort, sort of mooning at it for a moment, “Did you want to go up to Gothi’s?”

“I’m fine,” You said, humming casually.

“I‘ve been meaning to go up there anyways. I mean, I tripped,” Hiccup paused. It was subtle, but he was looking at you with line-pursed lips and wide eyes, hand freezing on his neck as he tried to rub it, obviously waiting for an answer to a pretty obvious play, “...When I fell off the log…?”

The look he gave you was the same caught look from just a few moments ago.

You gave in and blew a raspberry with your tongue, staring at him with slitted eyes and dropped shoulders, holding yourself a bit easier then, “Okay.”

It looked like you were walking up with Hiccup again.

The idea made you happy.

You imagined the soft part of his palms where all his fortune-telling lines damp with sea spray. You recalled adrenaline, yours and second hand, and the feeling of what might have been his strung-out-dragon-knight-nerves against your hands, like you remembered from when both of yours touched when you had been climbing up the log, walking back in the forest.

Your pinky twitched against the dried grass feel of your mini basket.

It was too heavy, weighed down by minerals and plain rock to hold with one hand, but as you started trotting back the way you came, you could hope.

“So…”

You squeaked, nearly tripping and dropping the heavy basket of rocks on your foot again as he spoke.

[cosmic-ships]

Good Company

Ship:Superstitious Sweethearts (Clyde x Kaden)

Words: 1,273 (we're cute please read it lol)

cw: minor consumption of alcohol.

summary: idk read it

okay to reblog || if you don't self-ship please dni, I got mad anxiety lol.

Kaden sighed, steeling themselves before they pushed open the doors to the Duck Tape bar, a familiar scent of aged wood and beer hit their nostrils as they walked in. The place was pretty quiet with only a few patrons scattered around. Of course, a few of their glances caught onto Kaden and they felt a wave of homesickness crash over them, they missed Canada and the comforting sounds of home.

Boone County had been the chosen escape, a place they believed they could really make a difference in with their work. The scenery reminded them of home except here it was a lot quieter than the forest city where they came from. Everything today felt so heavy and uncertain. A bad mental health day as they would call it.

Clyde was behind the bar, wiping down glasses and arranging bottles. He glanced up towards the door where Kaden entered, noting the new face and the unmistakable air of someone who needed a drink and perhaps a distraction?

Kaden approached the bar, sliding onto a stool, they weren't really paying any mind that much but offered a half-hearted smile.

"What can I get ya?" Clyde asked, his voice warm and welcoming.

"Something strong please.." Kaden replied softly, their voice a mix of fatigue and resignation.

"Rough day?" Clyde asked gently. "Burbon alright?"

Kaden nodded their head a small sigh leaving them "Yes and also yes.." Kaden gave a small chuckle.

Clyde poured them their drink and slid the glass over to them. "Names Clyde, by the way."

"Kaden," They responded softly, picking up their glass to take a sip, savouring the burn that coated their throat. "Nice to meet you."

"You aren't from around here are ya? 'least not one of my regulars," Clyde remarked. "What brings ya to Boone County?" he asked, genuinely curious.

Kaden sighed, setting their glass down. "I moved here from Canada, I thought I could do some good here, I'm an environmental consultant, I fell in love with the scenery here, reminded me a bit of home." Kaden inhaled deeply before blowing out yet another small sigh. "Today however is one of those days where nothing really feels right you know? Like something is off and I can't place it."

Clyde nodded his head, listening intently. "That's quite a ways away. Gotta admit you don't look the type for an environmental consultant-"

Kaden let out a genuine laugh, their eyes glancing upwards towards Clyde "It's the hair" They gestured to their snakebites "And the piercings isn't it?'

Clyde grinned playfully "Yeah, somethin' like that"

"Never judge a book by its cover" Kaden warned lightheartedly. "You'd be surprised what people can do despite what they may look like."

"Fair enough," Clyde replied as he leaned up against the bar. "So, what kinds of work does an environmental consult do exactly?"

Kaden took another sip of their drink, feeling the warmth spread throughout their chest. "Mostly advising on sustainable practices, helping businesses reduce their environmental impact. It's rewarding but it can be frustrating when people don't see the importance of it-" they gave a small shrug.

Cylde nodded his head thoughtfully. "Sounds like important work, also sounds like it could take a lot out of ya."

"Some days more than others," Kaden chuckled softly. "Today's just been…one of those days I guess…"

Clyde smiled warmly at them, leaning a little further on the bar. "Well, you're in the right place for a lil R&R. Bar's always have a way of makin' troubles feel a bit lighter."

Kaden nodded their head, their eyes finally truly gazing at Clyde behind the bar. They couldn't help but notice how attractive he was. He had a rugged charm about him, the kind that seemed effortlessly authentic. His dark hair was combed back and over, yet a few rebellious strands fell across his forehead, it was dark and wild. His eyes were a rich, warm brown, like freshly brewed coffee or dark earth after rainfall, and they held a warmth that made Kaden feel instantly at ease.

They noticed his broad shoulders and muscular arms suggested he was no stranger to hard work, and the way his shirt clung to his frame left little doubt about his physical strength. His right hand, large and capable, moved with practised ease as he handled the bottles and glasses, displaying a kind of grace that belied his tough exterior. His left arm ended in a sleek prosthetic forearm and hand.

Even the way he stood, with a confident yet relaxed posture, spoke volumes about him. There was an unspoken gentleness in his movements, a quiet strength that Kaden found incredibly alluring. Then there was his smile—easy and genuine, it lit up his entire face and it actually made Kaden's heart skip a beat. Clyde was undeniably handsome in Kaden's eyes, and they found themselves captivated.

Clyde took note of how they were looking at him and a small subtle smirk tugged the corner of his lips when Kaden cleared their throat awkwardly and brought their attention back to their drink, trying to play off the fact Clyde had just caught them staring.

"Well…I can see why, this place has a nice vibe.." Kaden glanced back up to Clyde and gave him a small smile "The bartender isn't so bad either~"

Clyde chuckled, a light blush creeping up his neck. "Well, flattery will get ya everywhere."

They both laughed softly, the tension easing a bit. The conversation flowed easily between them light and a bit flirtatious. Clyde found himself captivated by Kaden their purple hair, vibrant and unique, contrasted beautifully with their bright green eyes, which seemed to hold a world of stories. Kaden's outfit caught his attention too—black jeans paired with a grey and black striped t-shirt that was a little too big, the neckline hanging off their left shoulder. The overall look was relaxed and confident, and Clyde found it pretty cute, his eyes lingering a moment longer than necessary as he took in their appearance.

It was Kaden's turn to catch him staring, they let out a little chuckle, their cheeks tinting a rosy pink. They decided not to call him out. "Well…I think I've found my new favourite spot~" Kaden hummed, finishing off their drink and paying for it. "I'll definitely be back."

"Glad to hear it," Clyde replied, a smile tugging his lips. "Lookin' forward to it."

Kaden gave a happy little wave before heading out the door, it closing behind them with a soft 'thud' Clyde stood there, feeling a surprising sense of anticipation for Kaden's next visit.

Within moments Jimmy, Clyde's brother saunters up from across the room, having just finished a round of billiards. "So, who's the new friend?" he asked, his tone teasing.

Clyde shook his head, trying to play it cool. "Just a customer, Jimmy."

Jimmy gave Clyde a knowing look. "Sure didn't look like 'just a customer' to me. you were practically starin' holes through 'em."

Clyde felt his cheeks get warm. "Ain't nothin' like that. Just had a good conversation that's all."

Jimmy leaned against the bar, a grin spreading across his face. "uh-huh. Well, if you ask me, it's about time you found someone. Never seen ya lookin' so love-struck before."

Clyde rolled his eyes. "It ain't like that!"

"mhmm, well in any case good luck brother." Jimmy chuckled. "See ya later."

Clyde watched as Jimmy wandered away, his thoughts drifting back to Kaden. Maybe there was something about them after all. He found himself looking forward to their next visit, wondering what more he could learn about that intriguing purple-haired consultant with the pretty easy smile.

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[mama2bears]

Starting Over Again Chapter 8

Warnings: Sexual content - not too much detail, (ONLY FOR 18+), Talk of bruises/injury, sharing shower, nakedness

A/N: Sorry for the delay in updated. Been busy with work. Next chapter will be the last chapter. I already have it finished and just need to do some editing on it. Hopefully I will have it posted later today or tomorrow. Enjoy!

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Chapter 8

“So what is everyone doing today,” Tyler asked, taking a seat next to you at the table. Most of the team had already finished their breakfast.

“Dani and I have claimed the gaming system.” Boone stated, “but if anyone wants to join us..we can split into teams!”

“I want to send up the drone, get some shots of the area.” Lily said.

“I am going fishing!” Dexter added with a smile. “I see there's a pier a few miles down the road. Maybe I can bring some fish back for dinner.”

Everyone cheered at that idea and started clearing the table to go about their day.

“What about you?” Tyler looked at you with a soft smile, “What would you like to do today?”

“Stroll on the beach, collect seashells, play in the waves a little.” you smile.

“And build a sand castle.” Tyler added with a grin. “Let's do it!”

“Really?” you asked, “You don't think it's boring or stupid or anything?”

“Darling, I'd do anything with you, and to be honest, that sounds like the perfect day.”

“Hey, Y/N..come with me to the RV for a minute?” Lily asked.

“Sure.” you stand and place a hand on Tyler's shoulder and a light kiss on his cheek, “I'll be back in a minute.”

“Okay.” he squeezed your hand and watches as you walked away, lost in thought.

“Earth to Tyler...” Boone was saying.

“Huh? What?” Tyler looked at his friend.

“I said Dani and I are going to grill some burgers for lunch. Lily is coming back for lunch, but Dexter said he wants to grab a sandwich or something at the prier. I was asking what you and Y/N are doing for lunch so we know how many burgers to grill.” Boone grinned, “But you weren't paying any attention to me.”

“Sorry.” Tyler apologized. “We'll probably come back here for lunch. We are just going to be right down there.” he motioned to a stretch of beach that was just out the front door.

“So...I hear you and Tyler are spending the day at the beach,” Lily flashed a smile, leading you into the RV. She rummaged though some boxes and pulled out a bright red bikini. “Here, you can have this...go knock his socks off.”

“Oh..I don't..I don't know about that.” You blushed.

“Girl...go for it!” she winked. “You can even change in here and just completely surprise him once you are there.”

“Thank you.” You smile ducking into the tiny RV bathroom and replacing your bra and underwear with the bikini before slipping a dress back on.

A few minutes later you and Lily come back in the house laughing, causing Tyler to raise an eyebrow, “What's so funny?” he looked at you confused.

“You'll find out later.” you wink at him and Lily giggles.

As everyone parts ways to go about their day, Tyler collects a blanket and you got a few towels before heading down to the beach.

You loved the feeling of the shifting sand under your feet. You know as the sun rises and the temperature heats up the sand will soon become hot, but now, in the early morning hours, it was a just starting to warm up from the cool night air.

“You okay?” you asked, grabbing Tyler's hand as he stumbled and grabbed his leg.

“Yeah, I am fine. Just lost my footing a little.” he gave you a smile, not wanting to ruin this perfect day. Truth was, he would be okay once they got off of the shifting sand, but right now, it was hell on his leg.

You grab his hand and squeeze it tightly, “We can go back if you want.” you offer.

“Never.” he smiled, “I am looking forward to giving you the date you deserve.”

Gradually you both make your way down close to the water's edge and lay the blanket down, tucking the corners into the sand and laying the towels out.

“How are you feeling?” Tyler asks, gently placing a hand on your left side.

“Sore, but okay.” you give a smile, “How about you?”

“Nothing that a little time at the beach won't fix.” he pulls you into a kiss, then takes your hand, “How about we go for a little walk, look for those shells you wanted to find?” he asked, “I hear first thing in the morning is the best time.”

“Well, actually....the best time for shells is after a storm. More shells wash ashore during a storm...but morning would be second best.” you grin as you two walk along the shore line, the waves washing over your feet.

“Oh there's one!” you see a big conch shell rolling in the waves.

“I got it.” Tyler reached for the shell as the waves pulled it just out of his reach.

“Ah, you missed it!” You hurry and reach down to try and catch the shell, only to have the waves pull it out father.

“Oh, well...maybe we'll find another one.” you give in, a hint of disappointment in your voice.

“I'm getting you that shell.” Tyler chased the shell further out into deeper water and made another grab for it, losing his balance and falling into a wave, his head disappearing under the wave for a moment.

“TYLER!” You screamed, “you okay?”

“I got the shell!” He grinned, holding it up.

You push though the waves and run out to the waist deep water where he was and grabbed his arm, “Oh my God, Tyler, are you okay?” you practically were yelling at him.

“Yeah, I am okay. The wave gave me a softer landing.”

“You scared me to death.” you grab his hand and help him stand, “I was afraid you hurt your ribs again falling.”

“I am okay.” he confirmed handing you the shell, “for my beautiful lady.”

“Thank you.” you kiss him softly and hold his hand back to shore. Tyler stops at the blankets and slides his wet pants off, revealing a pair of dark blue swim trunks, then he tried to pull his shirt up over his head grimacing in pain. “What's wrong?” you ask concerned.

“I am trying to get this shirt off.” he sighed, “but it's wet and sticking.” he gasped.

“Here, let me help.” you help him pull the shirt over his head and your eyes immediately go to the bruises covering his back and chest. You carefully run your hand over his chest “I am so sorry.” you whisper.

“Darling, there's nothing to be sorry for. I would rather deal with this pain and these injuries then see you get hurt.” he leaned over and placed a tender kiss on your lips, “I owe you my life. You saved my life that night.” he whispered, “I'll never forget that.”

“You saved my life that night as well.” you whisper.

“And I'd do it all over again.” he leaned in closer to you and captured your lips in a long slow deep kiss.

“Do you need to go back to the house and change?” he asked.

You smile at him, stepping back a few paces, “No...I think I'll change here.” you slide your dress up over your head, revealing the red bikini and heard Tyler suck in a breath.

“Wow...” he whispers.

“You like?” you asked.

“No...” Tyler shook his head, “I don't like it.”

“Oh...” you look a bit taken back.

“I love it!” he grinned, pulling you towards him for a kiss.

You grimace and he pulls back, “Sorry...I didn't mean to hurt you.” he leans over to look at the stab wound, “Is it bothering you?” he asked, softly.

“Little..but not bad.”

Tyler carefully runs his hand down your side and then he notices all the bruises and scars running across your stomach and up your back. “My God, Y/N...I didn't know it was this bad.” anger flashed in his eyes. “He did all this to you?” he asked.

You nodded, “Yeah, but let's not talk about him, okay?”

“Alright, Darling.” he kissed her softly. “What shall we do next?”

“Take a mid morning nap on the beach?” you grin, sitting down on the blanket and stretching out. At least a little rest.

Your side was starting to bother you, and you were sure Tyler was in pain by the look on his face, even if he denied it.

“Sounds good to me.” you laid down next to you and wrapped his arms around you. As you were staring out across the ocean, he was looking at you with a grin.

“What?” you turn towards him with a smile, catching him staring at you out the corner of your eye.

“You're just so beautiful.” he whispered, kissing your lips softly, trailing his lips from your mouth, down your neck.

“Tyler...” you moan as he tenderly brushes his hand across your stomach and pausing at your bikini top.

“Want me to stop?” he asked, desire deep in his eyes.

“What if someone sees us?” you ask.

He glanced up towards the house, “We are far enough down the beach. They can't see us from the house and no one else is around. “Hold on.” he held you close to him and rolled off the blanket, laying directly on the sand and the blanket now covering you. “Better?”

You nod, “Yeah, but we shouldn't be doing this, not with your broken ribs.”

“My hands aren't broken.” he grins, pressing his lips firmly against yours in a long deep kiss. “If you want me to stop, tell me now.” he moaned, ducking his head under the blanket to remove the bikini top.

“Don't stop...”you moaned, feeling his lips and hands caressing your body.

* * * * *

“Hey Boone!” Dani called, looking at her phone.

“What's up?”

“I was just checking our YouTube feed. Someone posted videos and photos of us leaving the hotel and picking up Ty and Y/N at the hospital.”

“Yeah..we got about a million followers. They probably were interested in how T was doing. We never did update them.”

“Maybe...” Dani said thinking, “But they keep asking questions about our whereabouts. It just doesn't seem right to me. Our fans know we are chasing the storms, and if we aren't, that's our private time. They don't ask a lot about where we are if we aren't chasing. This person has posted several times a day.”

“You're right. That is suspicious.” Boone frowned. “Has anyone said anything about us being down here?”

“No. Everyone just assumes that we went back to Arkansas to rest up for a bit.” Dani informed him.

“Good.” Boone nodded.

“Should we tell Tyler?”

“No, that's just going to cause a lot of worry for no reason. As long as no one suspects we are here, then let's not worry them about it.”

Dani agreed, “I'll keep an eye on it and make sure no one discloses our whereabouts if they do see us.”

“Maybe I should do a quick video, give people a heads up?” Boone suggested.

“Yeah...good idea.”

Boone fixed his phone and made sure nothing was in the background to give away his whereabouts and then began, “Hey Hey fan base! I know we have been flying under the radar lately, but as you know, a lot has happened in a short amount of time. Listen, I need ya help. One of our team members has a crazy guy after them. It's personal business and I don't want to get into details, but we haven't had much luck with the police. That's why we've been laying low. Tyler and the team are all doing good, but listen, if you do happen to see us out and about anywhere, please don't disclose our location...for the sake of the team. We'll update you when this situation has been solved. Thank you fans! We love you!”

The sound of the door opening caused them to look up. Boone smiled, seeing Tyler and Y/N come though the door, hand in hand. Both of their hair was ruffled and they were covered in sand, breathing hard with their faces were flushed.

“Hey guys, I am just about to start the burgers.” Boone called, trying his best not to look at the couple. He wanted to say something smart, but he also didn't want to embarrass either of them.

“Yeah, I bet they've worked up an appetite.” Dani giggled.

“We are hungry.” Tyler shot them a look, “Thanks Boone. We're going to take a shower and then we'll be out.”

“Hmm hmm...no problem.” Boone held his laughter in until Tyler and Y/N had went into their room.

“Whoa boy, I bet they're going to have an active week.” he giggled and Dani playfully slapped his head, “Oh hush! What if they hear you!”

“I'll start the shower for us.” Tyler states, kissing you softly, “You wanna head back down to the beach or stay here?”

“Right now that bed is looking awfully inviting. I vote we stay here and watch a movie after lunch.” she said.

“That sounds like the perfect ending to a perfect day.”

You pull out your pajamas and a pair of shorts for Tyler before meeting him in the bathroom. He had already stripped down and was getting in the shower when he extended his hand towards you, “Join me?” he asks.

You let the bikini fall to the floor and enter the shower, where Tyler pulls you into another long slow kiss. He runs his hands slowly over your body, kissing every scar and every bruise as if he could kiss away the hurt.

“You're beautiful and I love you so much.” he muttered against your skin, moving his lips up to your neck and reclaiming your lips as his own.

Boone, Dani and Lily were already eating the burgers by the time you and Tyler finally emerged from the bedroom. All three of them passed knowing looks.

“Your burgers are over there by the grill. We did save you some.” Boone smiled.

“Oh, and don't worry about anything that might of happened on the beach today.” Lily grinned, “I didn't fly my drone over that way.”

“Oh my God, we didn't think of that!” you muttered into Tyler's ear and he laughed.

“So...um...how's the water?” Boone asked as you guys sat down with the burgers.

“Perfect.” you say.

“Well, it was a bit salty.” Tyler grinned.

“And there was a shark.” you grinned, looking over at Tyler.

“I bet that shark's name was Tyler, wasn't it?” Dani laughed and the rest of the team joined in.

“Yeah..it was...it was.” you blushed.

Once lunch was finished, Tyler stood and took your plate and his into the kitchen. “Y/N and I are going to lay down for a bit and watch a movie. When Dexter gets back, tell him we expect fish for dinner!”

“I'll help make something. Don't worry.” you tell Dani and Lily as Tyler leads you into the bedroom.

“What movie?” he asked.

“I don't care.” you crawl into bed and snuggle down into the warm covers and soft pillows.

“Okay.” Tyler flips on Pet Sematary.

You pull the covers up over your head and hide, “That's going to terrify me! The original scared me!”

“Nothing to be scared of when you got me here, Darling.” he crawls into bed next to you and holds you tight. “I think we need to put this day on repeat for the rest of the week,” he whispered, kissing you softly.

“I wouldn't complain about that.” you sigh, snuggling into his side a little closer as the movie began.

Chapter 9 (Final Chapter)

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[𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓶𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓽'𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽] [ 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 ] AO3 | SPOTIFY | PINTEREST summary ☾ ⤏ khonshu forgot when he last hadn't felt pain. you make it easier to bear. pairing(s) ☽ khonshu/reader | promises kept!verse word count ☾ 1.8k a/n ☽ ⤏ my eighth entry for the moon knight bingo hosted by @juneknight and @spacecowboyhotch over at @moonknight-events. I will eventually crosspost this to the main fic for promises kept on ao3 when it will best fit the chronological progression of the chapters. ⤏ got a little feelsy with this one. khonshu being so stubborn makes promises kept a glacial slow burn, but sometimes I just want to write him soft. I caved here. ☽ MASTERPOST ☾ ☾ PREVIOUS ENTRY ⤎ ☥ ⤏ NEXT ENTRY [TBA] ☽

Some days were harder than others.

Khonshu had long since grown accustomed to his present state—malnourished, most definitely, and somewhat inhibited by old wounds on top of it—but the length of time under which he’d had no choice but to suffer did not make the affair any easier with which to deal. The constant nagging ache deep in the core of his wellspring—what he could only suspect was the closest equivalent to hunger in mortals, as he didn’t quite experience the same sensations—was an ignorable, background sensation at this point. Any bit of a boon he was granted by his few remaining followers soothed the worst of that acute, piercing emptiness, but given the fact that his avatars required continual support via the maintenance of the magical integrity of his ceremonial armor, oftentimes the energy would instead be passed right along to them instead of being kept for himself.

Such was the explanation behind Khonshu’s ghastly appearance—how could he sustain his physical manifestations when the continuation of his duties sapped what little energy he had from his own shallow wellspring to start with?

He never spent very much time taking in his own visage, whether it be in reflections provided by glass or by water. Even still, however—after over two thousand years of being trapped in the unrelentingly vicious reality of scrounging around for any scraps of divine energy he could come across for the sake of alleviating the hollowness resounding within himself—he would catch himself expecting to see glimpses of his old silhouette in his periphery, but was always met with the skeletal remains of the glory long ripped from him by his fellow deities.

He tried not to dwell on it too much, and it usually never came up naturally—most of his avatars through time assumed, given their ignorance towards the culture from which he’d originated and had nurtured, that it was how he had always appeared. Languishing in the negative feelings and memories that particular line of thought always drudged back to the surface only debilitated him. Righteous anger was easier to deal with than the repressed wounds still weeping from betrayal and despair. Those feelings never went away, really, given that his ‘hunger’ was a near-constant reminder of that single life-altering event over two millennia prior, but…most of the time he was able to shove them to the back of his mind.

You certainly helped him to do so.

An inexplicable balm to his soul, Khonshu found relief and refuge in the unshakeable lee you formed against the rest of the mortal world entombing him. Your steadfast dedication and devotion fed him, little by little, just enough to ease the ache. Perhaps it was irrational to rely upon that mutual symbiosis, a feedback loop doomed to fail eventually, since he was forced to channel that energy right back into the armor to keep you from harm, but he’d be damned with assurity if he was forced to forfeit you now.

You, mercifully, didn’t comment upon the…unfettered touchiness…that he displayed when the weariness that always followed a night out executing his justice superceded his finer mental factulties.

Your bed was much too small to fit the both of you comfortably, but you’d insisted that it would work if you sat up against the headboard and he pulled his legs up onto the mattress. Your fingers were light against the sweep of his shoulder, tracing the stark line of wiry muscle that conjoined at the scapulae. You’d already explored much of his back this way, reading the topography of him with your palm. Your other hand rested upon the curve of his head, thumb rubbing small circles that metronomed your steady, slow breaths and your occasional quiet humming.

He should have felt foolish, contorted not unlike a child with his head resting on your lap. Throughout the lengthy span of his life, he’d never stooped so low to demean himself in such a manner. The rest of the Ennead would make him the laughing stock of all pantheons if they knew of his particular…weakness for you. Although the Grecians often intermingled with man, the Ennead had long since forbidden it…but he couldn’t help but wonder. If it was so wrong, why did it make him feel the way that it did?

Even still, it would not be a good thing for them to discover. He didn’t fear himself much anymore, but if anything ever happened to you or Badru…

“You okay?” you asked softly, smoothing your hand up between his shoulders to cup the nape of his neck, rousing him from the light, dozing trance into which you’d unwittingly induced him. “You went all stiff on me.”

Khonshu grumbled. I am fine.

You let out a noncommital, if skeptical, sound and shifted a little to press the heels of both your hands into the meat of his shoulders. He winced as you dug in, working some of the tension free from his physical form. “Just got you relaxed and then you went and started overthinking again,” you tutted. “What goes on in that big noggin of yours, I wonder?”

Nothing good, he mumbled.

“I already knew that much,” you huffed. You found a particularly sore place below his scapula and his fingers knotted into the material of your t-shirt tighter as he smothered a grunt. “You’re just as bad as I am.”

You couldn’t fathom the heaviness of all that weighs on my mind, he pointed out sourly.

“Mmhmm.” You leaned forward and reached down to press at the base of his spine. His hiss was muffled by your thigh. “And you fuss at me for not keeping the armor as long as I need it,” you sighed. “Why don’t you use your abilities on yourself, too?”

Because he would bear it if it meant harm wouldn’t befall you. Because he would starve himself until he withered to dust if you had another chance to retain the breath in your lungs. Because you could bleed him dry and he would give you the knife with which to tap the celestiality that coursed through his arteries.

Heliopolitan maladies differ from that of humanity’s, he said instead.

“That seems a little counterintuitive,” you remarked, dragging up his sides to rid his ribs of their tension.

I require a greater expenditure of energy due to the nature of my body being primarily incorporeal and thus sustained only on my magic. It is much easier to heal tangible tissue. Khonshu tilted his head to peer up at your face, creased with determination and focused on the length of his back sprawling away from you. The material of your duvet was soft and warm against the bare skin of his torso, a balm against the perpetual chill that clung to his bones. The natural, thriving heat that emanated from your body certainly helped. What I consume is sufficient.

You frowned, eyes traveling over the gaunt press of his skeleton against his ashen, tawny flesh, barely hidden by the leanness of what muscle he’d retained in this form. “Somehow I doubt that.”

It was enough to sustain him and little else, but you didn’t need to know that.

You are fretting over nothing. Although that is nothing new, he jibed, hoping to redirect you.

He could sense your dubiety, but you thankfully dropped the subject. “...Do you sleep?”

Rarely. Allowing himself to slip into dormancy in his present state for any considerable length of time was a dangerous game he only dared to play when his wellspring was at its lowest tolerable level. He had also always preferred to remain vigilant in order to watch over the earth for any outstanding threats that may crop up on the misfortune-prone planet. Now that he had you and Ru under his protection, he especially resisted the urge that tugged at him at his weakest points. But I am capable of it, if that is what you mean.

“I had wondered. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with your guard down.”

There were reasons for that, too, ones that he’d prefer that you never learned.

I must never set down my creed for even a moment, he said, else the world fall to shambles in my absence.

“That’s called catastrophizing, in my realm of expertise,” you pointed out gently, forfeiting your inspection of his throbbing (but less achey) back and instead scratching your fingernails feather-light over his scalp. Frissons broke out over his skin and skittered down the length of his spine. “Thinking about worst case scenarios doesn’t give you any more control over what could or will happen. Plus, I think we’ve got a sufficient number of guardians all over the world to help give you a break.”

You are aware that those merchandised puppets are not even aware of the realm in which I dwell and deal, aren’t you?

“I’m pretty sure I’ve heard stories about sorcerers or something, but that’s besides the point. You need to let yourself rest occasionally. I don’t even want to imagine what several thousands of years’ worth of burnout looks like.”

You were looking directly at it, frankly. Khonshu readjusted his arms to wrap around your back, hands overlapping your waist as he buried his face into the crease of your thighs once more. I am resting.

You went silent at that, movements stilling for a long moment. Then you shifted, hunched over him, and placed a chaste, lingering kiss on the crown of his head. “Well, then I’ll leave you alone.” You returned to your position against the headboard, pillows cushioning your back, and resumed your soothing touches along his scalp, neck, and shoulders. “...If you wanted to sleep, I can stay up for you for a while. If the world starts ending, I’ll be sure to wake you up.”

It was far more tempting an offer than Khonshu could resist, given your attentiveness had coaxed that old exhaustion to the surface like the tide. He wondered if you possessed any supernatural abilities of your own, or if it was because that was the same tone his mother had always used to convince him to sleep when he was young. You wouldn’t know if there was a disturbance in the astral plane if it struck you by the back of your head, he murmured, sagging into you steadily.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you returned quietly, thumb tracing the impression of a scar along his temple. “Just let me take care of you, Khonshu.”

He was trying his best, truly. It was certainly difficult to protest such a precious gift offered with no malicious intents underlying its tender promises.