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the-tiniest-one · 3 years

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Parenting Rock Lee with Might Guy :)

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Sitting at the kitchen table, watching Guy and Lee devour the dinner you made, had you feeling nostalgic... You watched with your head rested on your hand. It was the little family moments that you appreciated more than anything else these days. "Yeah! and then I caught him in a cross block!" Lee said, describing their latest mission, his mouth full of food.

"Haha yes yes (y/n) you should have been there, our Rock Lee is becoming a real force to be reckoned with, much like his handsome sensei" Guy said with a wink in your direction.

"Handsome indeed" you said with a grin.

Thinking back to the days when you were a little more of a workaholic made you laugh. If you told your younger-self all those years ago that you would be Konoha's worst helicopter parent in just a few years, you'd have never believed it. Guy was a perfect match for you in that regard. You two were a well oiled machine when it came to parenting.

While Lee could do no wrong in your eyes, Guy was a bit heavy handed in his discipline of Lee's skills as a shinobi. You kissed every bruise and scrape, while Guy was teaching him how to prevent them in the first place.

Rock Lee has had more than his fair share of the short-end-of-the- shit-stick his entire life. BUT One could be forgiven for not recognizing the true level of hardship the boy has overcome in his short tenure as a shinobi. Lee is a true underdog.

Lucky for him, you've always been a bit of a sucker for an underdog.

You thought back to those early days......

Even before Lee evolved to a mini version of your childhood crush, you felt the need to protect him. Watching him fumble and practice jutsu in vain day after day.....early in the morning and into the night. You would watch him from a distance while training your own team. One early morning, you decided to check in on the boy with long black hair. He kicked at a post, counting off as you looked on...10....11.....12.....his kicks were weak even for his young age. As he got closer to 50 he fell back, overwhelmed by the pain of repetitively beating his shins into the wood without chakra to safeguard his bones.

Clearly angry at his situation, the thought occurred to you that maybe he wasn't using chakra because he couldn't....the boy had tears streaming from his eyes. It broke your heart to watch a kid who couldn't be more than 10, cursing his life.

"A kid working that hard shouldn't have to feel that defeated..." you said to yourself.

You felt conflicted. Torn between wanting to step in and takeover his training...but feeling the weight of responsibility that would come with encouraging a child to chase a pipedream that would only lead to disappointment. You knew all too well what happens to weak ninja. The reality was that it would be cruel to encourage the boy to peruse a life as dangerous as that of a shinobi. You were no slouch when it came to taijutsu but ninjas are able to compete with one another because of the advantages that come with developing kakai genki.

Could a boy with no use of chakra stand a chance against the generations of those families of ninja who use fearsome jutsu and tactics like lightning...wind....wood or even hereditary gifts like the dreaded sharingan or byakugen? The real answer was sad and harsh. No. He couldn't.

You wouldn't be so irresponsible as to tell the boy he could be anything but a failure.

If he perused that path, he would die young.

So you stood back, restraining the desire to comfort and nurture the little boy out of what you told yourself was mercy. Day after day, week after week....you watched on....until it became too much. You couldn't sleep anymore, couldn't function on missions the same way. Always thinking back to him still out at those training grounds.....always struggling.

....

One morning it was pouring rain. You called off training that day for your team and headed out to the place you knew he would be. He was there of course. He was doing his best to catch a cold while practicing hand signs to no avail. After watching him for a few minutes you finally asked, "What's your name kid?" speaking loud to project over the rain. Startled he looked up to where you stood, perched on a post a few feat away. "I...Im Rock Lee" he said timidly. You laughed at his shy but sweet face, "Im y/n" you said.

"Your kicks look like they could use some work", holding your palm about chest high, to show him where his blow should be landing. The boy grimaced...clearly angry with his lack of direction in training. You laughed and the both of you worked on his kicks for the duration of the morning.

"I think you'll be a splendid ninja someday" you said as you offered him a bit of lunch you packed. The boy looked up at you with the most heartbreaking fear in his eyes, "I can't use chakra" Lee said barley above a whisper, clearly ashamed to tell you the truth.

You ruffled his hair. "Look kid, life is shitty sometimes. But I can tell you are someone who will never quit. No matter the odds, and that is something worth more than all the talent in the world." He instantly smiled up at you, melting your heart for what would be the first of a million times. Laughing and showing you also first time you saw that shiny smile that you would come to love more that anything on earth.

From then on he was your responsibility. Your chest burned with pride in his concrete determination. Feeling instantly the protective burn and feral instinct to insulate him from anything that would hurt him.

....

It was about a year later when things evolved. You and Lee had become close. He, being an orphan as you found out he was, had taken your invitation to live in your spare bedroom. It wasn't long before you were nagging him to be sure and eat breakfast before class, take baths every night. You were often hearing your mothers voice echo in your own as you guided the child to a structure he lacked.

You even went to his parent meetings at the Academy, much to the surprise of Iruka (because he himself was 2 years older than you and had known you since you were smol) laughed when you asked to see Lee's reports.

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Then one hot summer day you got the order... your team was dispatched on your first extended mission with your new genin. 3 months on a C rank mission to Suna. Your heart sank as you remembered Lee's graduation exam was in just a few days. Before you left, you kissed his forehead and promised a tearful Lee who had become just as attached as you over the last year, that would bring him back a graduation present.

You just knew he would finally pass.

....

Returning to the village near midnight you couldn't wait to see Lee. After giving report to Lord Third, you quickly made your way home. Quietly cracking the door to his bedroom, you peaked in to see his sweet little face. The snoring boy looked peaceful.

"He cut his hair?" you thought puzzled..."he must have done it himself, it looks a little odd." You laughed at the thought of him using a bowl to cut his hair.

Then your eyes traveled to the headband still around his forehead, "He passed!!!" you quietly celebrated, careful not to wake him up. You placed the promised gift on his dresser, a brand-new set of num-chuks you'd had made in Suna.

The next morning you were up before sunrise making a celebratory breakfast when an extreme round of knocking came from the apartment's front door.

You quickly answered, immediately flustered when on the other side was none other than Might Guy....the same Guy you'd had the hots for over a decade.

"Y/N!, I must have the wrong address! I was looking for one of my students!" Guy said in his familiar boisterous cadence. Laughing nervously you started to respond, when behind you Lee pushed his way through the doorframe. Your eyes widened at the sight.

The haircut made sense now, Lee stood side by side with his sensei. He was wearing Guy's jumpsuit... they could have been father and son.

Looking at the two of them standing side by side in front of you for the first time gave you the most jarring sense of dejavu.

"Guy sensei! Look what Y/N brought me from her most dangerous mission!" Lee brandished the weapon, beaming up at his teacher who laughed and winked in your direction. "Ah, a great choice! Only the most skilled ninja know how to use such a fine weapon! We must enlighten you at once Lee my boy!" With that the handsome jonin and your sweet Rock Lee were off to train.

You had known Guy since he was still struggling to gain entrance to the Academy, you knew that the man who radiated confidence today, only earned that ability through blood, sweat, and tears.

You apprehensively accepted that Might Guy was a good match to be Lee's sensei.

"Be careful!" you called, more than a little apprehensive at the thought of your sweet baby boy training with such an admittedly impulsive man. Feeling a small tug of sadness as you watched the two of them disappear down the street.

"Lee's getting tall..." you though as you closed the door.

....

Over the next few years Lee had grown into a strong young man. You felt such extreme pride in everything he did. Even though you being in your mid-twenties were not nearly old enough to be Lee's mother, he had taken to occasionally calling you mom.

Lee was never embarrassed of you as he grew into a teen like some of the other kids his age. He was always just as willing to give you a hug before a mission as the day you met him.

It would be a lie to say that the relationship you and Guy shared hadn't also matured along the way. Although you weren't Lee's biological parents, anyone would be forgiven for thinking that you were. Everything you had admired about Guy, his hot-bloodedness, his devotion to youthful perseverance, his love of his village had been passed down to your surrogate son.

It was only natural that you and Guy would become a team in raising Rock Lee. Over time after a few years of dinners, training sessions, birthdays, holidays etc...Guy decided to propose to you.

It was a literal dream come true. You couldn't say yes fast enough. But as required when two shinobi become married, when you went to sign the paperwork to make your marriage official, requesting a stamp of approval from Lady Tsunade....she extended to you a folder with a second set of forms.

Guy beamed as you read the contents. Adoption papers with Lee's name printed at the top in bold.

"He will always be our son. Since we are making it official... why not add one more?" Guy said with a laugh. The tears began welling in your eyes. "He's 17" you laughed, "I love you" is all you could think to say in response to the most kind gesture you have ever witnessed.

Guy held his trademark thumbs up high as he replied, "Lee will always need his mom, no matter how big he gets!" His words like music to your heart...

You'd never felt so complete as you walked hand in hand with Guy, on your way home to surprise your sweet son with the news.

Upon telling Lee what the two of you had done, he looked from the papers back to you. Confusion spread across the sweet ravenette's features. "But I do not understand" Lee said with a hand rubbing the back of his neck. "Have you not always been my mom?"

The innocent look in his eye and profound sincerity in his voice made tears well in your eyes for what felt like the tenth time that day. You laughed and swept he and Guy into a hug that didn't last long enough. "What's for dinner?" the two men asked in unison and in that moment you knew you were the luckiest person in the world.

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midday0nightmares · 3 years

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29 - her son.

Previous chapter prove it.

m.list.

warnings: this series contains themes of yandere\mafia, blood, violence, mental health, drugs, non-con.

author note: this is pure fiction and it is not intended to romanticize any of the situations mentioned bellow.

The door was shut, it won’t open, it was cemented on every side expat for the small slit under it, you try knocking, shout for someone, anyone, but to no avail.

you try the window, it opens, but the sight is even scarier. The city is quiet, too quiet. No traffic in its usually busy streets, every window in the near buildings were closed, no birds in the sky, not a single sign of life, even the sun seems stuck in its place, time isn’t moving.

Outside the closed door, you can hear muffled sounds, you peak under the door and see the familiar white socks on a pair of feet moving around the room, it’s jaemin. you shout and scream for him, but he doesn’t even flinch, he just keeps going through his day.

You were forgotten, lost forever in his room.

Your eyes open, you find yourself yet again in his room, in his bed, in his arms..it’s still dark outside. You turn over and fall back to sleep.

A door rudely slams shut waking you up again, you left your head and look around, you make a sound of protest..

“It’s just jeno, go back to sleep” jaemin’s groggy voice coming from under the covers.

You snuggle deeper into the warm bed sheets and fall asleep.

You wake up later that day to an empty bed, the delicious smell coming through the opened door. You get up and get ready to start a new day, teeth brushed, face washed, hair tamed.

You walk out to a barley alive jeno who was at the moment paying the price of the wild party he had yesterday, hangover headache, and quit honestly his suffering is such a delight.

On the other hand, jaemin, was standing in front of the stove, too focused on pouring the pancakes patter didn’t notice your appearance. your feet move to wards him like he was the center of the room,

“hey” you warp your arms around his waist, catching him by surprise, his eyes crinkle behind the blooming smile.

“heey!” He turns to you and leans down pressing a warm kiss to your forehead, “sleep well?” his fingers running through your hair.

you shake your head, “nightmares”.

He exaggerates the pout, framing your face in between his hands squishing your checks, he coos at you like you were a child “im sorry”.

Jeno who was staring at you two was disgusted, he makes a gauging sound “you two are gross.. jaemin I couldn’t sleep, nightmares, pay attention to me” he mocks you.

Thanks to binging wrapped in jaemins arms at the moment, you find the courage to roll your eyes, and stare at him with equal disgust.. “pig”the word came out without intent, but it was loud enough for both of them to hear it, making jaemin, proudly, burst into laughter while jeno taking an offense.

The legs of the chair jeno was sitting on dragged on the floor, he repeated with a raised eyebrow “pig?” Like he was giving you the chance to withdraw it, but you hold your stance.

He walks closer, you can’t tell if he’s being serious but judging by the warm smile that was on jaemin’s face he probably is, so you don’t budge, tightening your hold around jaemin’s mid sections instead.

when he was at an arm length away from you, “that will teach you” he attacked you with tickles, you move to take shelter behind jaemin, your laughter exploded filling the quite room..

But another scream cuts the joyful moment short, a horrified scream that came from outside, you froze in your spot, what could it be now?

Jaemin goes to the door and opens it to investigate, apparently the scream had came from chenle’s apartment.. there were still few people left in his house from the previous night that are running out now and some girls were crying. Jaemin closed the door looking at jeno who shrugged his shoulder, this time they look innocent.. you thought to yourself.

The atmosphere turned grim, you sat to eat your breakfast quietly, waiting for something that you don’t know. Soon police seiners filled the streets down and chenle’s apartment was sealed off, whatever happened it must be bad.

A knock on the door, jeno goes to get it this time.. two police officers introduce themselves “can we come in?”, “Sure” jeno opens the door wider and step back fro them to walk in, they step in their eyes scanning the room look before one of them speak “May i ask you where were you last night?”

“We were at Chenle’s party, out new neighbor, he just moved in” jeno answers. the same man asks again, ”and what can you tell us about it? Anything interesting happened?”.

“No, it was a regular party, music, drinks, girls.. why did something happened? We heard a scream this morning” Jaemin speaks this time.

“Yeah” the officer sighs, “a young man was found dead in one of the bathrooms this morning”.

“Found dead?” Jeno questions,

“Killed” the other officer corrects.

The room turns silent, your heart beating fast.. was it jaemin’s doing? You look at him, you can’t tell if his shock was real or another act.

After the initial shock has passed, jeno asks them again “who?”, the officers look at each other and decide not to answer him, instead they ask another question.. “where were you between the hours 2:30 and 4:00 am last night?”

“I was here with sera” jaemin turns to you to confirm his alibi, you straighten your back before you speak “yeah he was here, with me”, They look at jeno satisfied with your answer waiting for his alibi.

“I was at the party, with Hacehan. We spent the whole night together with some girls” jeno tells them,

“Can you give me his contacts?”,

“Yeah sure” jeno gives them his number. “And you miss?” They ask you,

for a moment you have forgot that you exist.

“She was here, she didn’t come to the party” jaemin speaks for you, but why is he laying?

“And did anything happened at the party? Any fights?” They continue their questioning. “No.. nothing I can recall” jaemin answers and jeno nods in confirmation.

the officer nods and asks again ”do you know a guy named lie yangynag. “Umm .. isn’t he one of chenle’s friends, I’ve met him briefly last night at the party” jeno answers. “And?” On the officers asks for him to continue, “there’s no and, it was the first time i’ve met the guy, he introduced himself and quickly left” Jeno nervously said.

“Okay gentlemen thank you for your cooperation. we are done for now, but if we have more questions we will back, have a nice day”, they turn to leave but jaemin asks them before they do “No problem happy to help, but who .. who was it?” he refers to the dead man.

“Liu yanyang” one of the answers.

yangynag that strange guy.. You can’t help but to be suspicious of jaemin.

after they have left, you lean to him and ask him in a used voice “was it you?”, he whips his head to you “no!”.

But you don’t actually believe him, you kinda wish it was him taking revenge for you.

Later that day, the door knocks again. Jaemin goes to open it, this time it was one officer.

“Good evening sir, I am here to speak with mister na jaemin”,

“Good evening, I am jaemin what can I do for you?”.

The man hesitated before continuing, maybe he noticed you were standing couple of feet away form them and listing, “I think it’s better if you come to the station with me”.

“Why? Am I under arrest?” Jaemin asks.

you panic and run to jeno’s room,“they are taking jaemin” you panicky blurt out, jeno jumps out of his seat and comes out of his room with you following him..

“No, no sir you are not, we just want to talk to you” the officer assures jaemin.“Alright, let just change” jaemin agrees to go with him.

You follow jaemin, “don’t go with him! What if he’s lying?” you try to persuade him, “don’t worry babygirl, nothing will happen I’ll be back for dinner” he waves off your concerns.

“What is this about?” Jeno asks him while he change his clothes.

“I don’t know” jaemin pulls his sweater over his head and continues “but if something happens you know who to call”.

You stand by the wall, your face morphed with worry, you still don’t want him to go. He smiles when he sees the look on your face, he opens his arms for you to come and you do, your arms holding him as tight as you can, “don’t worry nothing will happen okay?” He tells you gain, you have no choice but to trust his words, you nod and loosen your hold on him to let him go.

He walks out with the officer and closes the door behind him, you look at jeno and see the same look on his face, he was worried too.

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miss-choco-chips · 3 years

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Bird Watchers

It was something like an open secret in Gotham, that even though all it’s heroes were open to help no matter the situation, each one of them had a special affinity to certain matters.

For example, children from all districts knew to yell for Nightwing if they found themselves lost and scared. Small business owners often painted little Oracle symbols on their doorsteps, to warn away possible thieves with the knowledge that Gotham’s cryptic hacker had their eye on them. Working girls would send a quick prayer to the Red Hood before seeing their seediest clients; and as such, knew who to call for if things took a turn for the worst.

And Red Robin… well. His was a very specific bunch.

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Warnings: depression, suicide attempts, overdose comic-typical violence (discussed, not explicit). Hurt-comfort all the way, baby. There’s also one scene, with the redhead, that I copied from the comics.

(it’s almost 2 am, I wrote half of this in one go, don’t @ me for mistakes. I’ll edit tomorrow. Maybe.)

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The first time he stopped a suicide, he had just turned thirteen. The suit still felt wrong, too loose in all the places where Jason’s bigger presence would have been a better fit. Too small, too brainy, not brash enough, not good enough.

He would never think himself worthy, but he was all Batman had. There were no other candidates, not ones he could have thrown the job at without risking Bruce’s identity, so he’d have to make do.

But even so, he had been gaining a little confidence over the past few months. His training with Shiva, and Dick’s and Bruce’s focus on making him as ready for the streets as humanly possible, had ensured he never encountered a situation where he couldn’t handle himself, or get back up in time to avoid any casualties.

Except for right now.

“Hey! Don’t do it, please!”

Yeah, maybe yelling at the man precariously balanced on the edge of a how many feet tall building wasn’t his wisest moment. He’d berate himself later. Now was freak out time.

Said man stumbled for a second before regaining his footing and turning to look at Tim. He couldn’t be more than forty, with a bit of an overgrown beard and tired eyes. He had something clutched in one hand, tanned and calloused from work, the other over his chest, probably due to the scare of having a bat suddenly appearing behind him.

“R-Robin…”, he gasped, shook out of whatever reverie he was going through for a second. “W-what… I mean, why are you…?”

‘Okay, Tim, breath. Can’t call B, he’ll notice, get startled and jump. Can I catch him if he does? My grappling hook is made to withstand more than my weight, but if I can’t handle the strain of swinging us both to safety…’

He couldn't risk it.

“Good evening, Mr…?”

Surprise and good manners made the man automatically answer, “Ed. Ed Harrinson.”

Encouraged, Tim took a tiny teeny step forward. Ed’s entire body shock and he leaned backwards. Tim froze, fear keeping his breathing and heartbeat hostages for the time being, stopping the first and kick starting the second.

“Mr Harrinson, I’d like to ask you to step away from the edge? I’ll call an ambulance for you, and…”

“No!”, the man screamed, suddenly over his surprise, a look of determination trying to masquerade his obvious exhaustion. “If you call an’one, I’ll jump.”

Tim wisely kept the ‘you were gonna do it anyway’ to himself. He nodded slowly, hands emerging from the confines of his cape to show Mr Harrinson the lack of a communication device.

“I won’t, then, but may I come closer? Please?”

It was on the last word, high pitched and wavering, that the man cracked. With wary demeanor, he waved him over, pointing to a patch of rooftop a little far but close enough for Tim to feel comfortable- or as comfortable as he’d get, in these circumstances.

As he approached, he could feel the man analyzing him. The little gasp when he stood by his side didn’t go unnoticed.

“You are… smaller than I imag’ned. Too small for a bat. My boy’s taller than you” he mused, likely to himself, but Tim grasped onto that bit of information and clutched at it with both hands, desperately.

“I’m short compared to my peers, so maybe I’m the same age as your son. How old is he?”, he asked, in his most conversational tone. Fear still had a grasp over both his lungs and heart.

Something in the man’s face shifted.

“He… he just turned fifteen.” Older than Tim, then. Ed continued, “He’s… ”, in a second, the sadness was replaced by pride, “he’s grown up p’tty well, if I say so m’self. A fine young man, that kid. He’ll go places.”

For a beat, Tim tried to imagine his own dad here. As much as he’d hate to see Jack in Mr Harrinson’s place, he couldn't help but wonder if he’d be talking about him the same way Ed spoke about his son.

He… didn’t think so. If on the verge of death, thoughts about his son would probably be the farthest from his dad’s mind.

“You sound like you love him very much. He’s a lucky guy” he said sincerely, a tendril of hopefulness still twisted around his stomach. His hands weren’t shaking any longer, finding solace in the fact that the man in front of him didn’t look like he was about to jump right that second.

Mr Harrinson’s face fell.

“Got served an’ unlucky hand, with an old man like me”, his eyes went back to the abyss, to the empty, poor litten streets below them. “Go ‘way, kid. Leave m’ be. Notta business what I do. Gotta do this f’r my kid.”

Fear came back, full force.

“I- Sorry, but I can’t help but think about your son”, he blurted out, the only bit of information he had about the man was his only tendril of hope. “Someone who loves his child as much as you seem to must be a good father. A father that… would be missed dearly, if lost so young.”

Mr Harrinson looked even more devastated. Tim was doing this all wrong, wasn’t he?

“There’s no other way t’ keep’im safe!'' he yelled, and for a minute Tim thought he had decided to jump then and there. Instead, he dropped to his knees, hands to his head, paper still clutched in one fist. “They’ll get to him if I don’t! Once I’m dead, they’ll just leave’im alone!”

Tim crouched next to him, tentative.

“Who is ‘they’, sir? Maybe I could help…”

Ed was already shaking his head.

“Nay, they said not to go to the bats. Kill my boy, they will, if I do. Seen them offing others for less, so I believe them.”

“Ah, but I’m too short to be a bat, am I not?” he smiled, wobbly at best but sincere. “Besides, who’s gonna tell them you spoke to me? I”, he gestured to his mask, “know how to keep a secret.”

He considered for a beat, before tired shoulders fell, defeated. He offered the slip of paper towards him, unseeing eyes on the street below.

Robin read the note carefully, noting the sloppy penmanship and cheap paper as well as the message itself.

“Mr Harrinson…”

“I know”, he whispered, “I know working for the Black Mask wasn’t my best idea. But m’boy needed to eat, and the landlord was gettin’ impatient. And now, for whatever reason, boss wants me dead. And if I make ‘im dirty his own hands, he’ll dirty ‘em twice and send me with my son for company to the other side. Felix is too young, and he’s good. Can’t let ‘im pay f’ his old man m’stakes, ya hear me?”

Tim thought his words over carefully.

“Mr Harrinson… I don’t think this comes from Black Mask himself”, for one, Blackie wasn’t one to avoid blood on his gloves, nor to send such a shitty note. The man lived for the drama, like most A-listers did, and he’d never forgo the aesthetic of an expensive peachment and beautifully worded threat. Also, if he wanted this man gone, he would have put a bullet in his head the second he clocked in; and if it were revenge he was after, he wouldn't have gotten a warning note but his son’s head sent to him instead.

He folded the paper and put it into one of his multiple pockets, free hand going to the man’s shoulder.

“I know Black Mask’s M.O, mister, and this is not it”, no need to spook him further by describing what it was, though. “Probably just a colleague who wanted your position, or has a grudge for whatever reason. And that, I can help you with. If you work with me on this one, we can both make sure Felix has his Dad making breakfast for him tomorrow morning, and all the days after that. After all”, he smiled, no longer uncertain now that he had firm ground to work with, “your son is going places, and he’ll have to be well fed to reach them, right?”

Mr Harrinson’s smile must have had magical properties, Tim thought. There was no other explanation for the way it returned his breath back to his body.

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The next time he saw a jumper, a few months later, he was slightly more ready for it. Bruce had congratulated him on his work with Mr Harrinson, and the subsequent raid they could make on one of Black Mask’s warehouses thanks to the man’s information, but Tim hadn’t been satisfied until he had read every single mission report on the batcomputer about attempted suicides. And succeed ones, too. Need to know what went well and what didn’t, after all.

So when he saw the fifty-something woman crying on top of a tower in City Hall District, he didn’t almost-crash in his attempt to get there in time. He landed softly, making just enough noise to let her know she wasn’t alone, but careful to not startle her.

“It’s a little cold up here, Lady. If you’d like, I can walk you home?”, he tries for cheeky, despite the cold fear nesting in his stomach like a grumpy, spiteful bird.

The woman, sitting by the edge, turned her head to look at him. The movement called attention to her long, strawberry blonde hair, neatly braided, and her pretty diamond earrings. The face under her perfect make up was gaunt and pale, tear tracks cleaning paths of skin to his trained eye.

Despite him interrupting what probably were very private thoughts, she smiled at his approach, kind and polite. It didn’t reach her eyes, but the intent to put him at ease was generous enough.

“I may be a lady, but any adult worth their salt would insist on walking the young child home, instead of the opposite. Besides”, she patted the rooftop under her,” I live here, so it’s not a long walk at all.”

Tim stepped closer, carefully.

“May I sit?”

“I could use the company for a bit”, she accepted, head turning back to the city below.

They sat there for a few minutes in silence, before Tim’s soft voice broke it again.

“Is there anything I can do to help convince you not to do it? Please?”

The lady smiled. “You are a very sweet boy.”

“That’s… not an answer. Can I at least know why?”

“Won’t it torment you, in the future, if we speak now?”, she asked a question of her own, turning to face him again. Despite her words, there was nothing but kindness in those deep green eyes. “If you don’t know me, I’m just another one who jumped. If we talk, I’m afraid I might stay with you long after I’m gone. You are too young for that kind of weight.”

Tim swallowed.

“That’s easily solved, Miss;”, Dick’s rule of thumb; if unsure, always call a lady Miss before Mrs “don’t do it.”

She spared him a long, meaningful look, and he slumped over.

“Not my best, I know, but I’m kinda freaking out now?” She wasn’t like Mr Harrinson, no motive he could see, no strand to pull and unravel her pain. “Please, just… why?”

She patted one of the hands gripping his own knee. His other hand rushed over hers, sandwiching her cold, slim fingers between his gloved palms.

“There’s nothing left for me. I have a nice job, live in a pretty side of town, have friends, and still… it feels so empty. So… Meaningless. Why even bother?”

Tim chewed on her words silently. He was way out of his depth. A tangible, physical problem? He could solve those, no biggie.

Depression, though… that was a different giant to tackle. Was he even prepared enough to?

A strong gust of wind made the lady with braided hair shiver. Without thought, Tim unclasped his cape and draped it over her slim shoulders.

“Aren’t you cold?” she asked, head tilted like a curious woodland animal. Tim felt strongly protective of her, of this kind, sweet lady, who said she had it all, except the one thing that mattered to her.

“I’m used to it”, he shrugged. “This suit is very warm, but cold air often trickles down from the neckline and… well. Gigs of the job and all that.”

The lady tutted, frowning for the first time since Tim arrived.

“That won’t do, young man. You need a scarf. The nights will only get colder from now on.”

He shrugged again.

“I just… don’t have the time to buy one. And I had one, but… There’s these kids who often hang out by the park, and they were so cold, I just couldn't swing by and ignore them. So I gave them my scarf to share between them. I’m just kinda bummed that I don’t have more to make sure they all stay warm.”

The braided haired lady hummed for a second.

“Well… I knit”, she started, carefully. “I don’t have children or grandchildren to give my final products to, so they’ll go to waste after I’m gone. If you’d take them out of my hands, you’ll do me a favor.”

Tim wanted to say no, unwilling to make this any easier for her, but the chance of getting her away from the edge was enough to quell his voice.

She went and came back within minutes, a big cardboard box balanced over her shaky arms. He rose to help her, meeting the woman halfway through the roof, a good distance away from the abyss.

“This red one would look good with your suit… oh, and the green one, to keep with the theme! Or maybe the yellow one… Shame pink would be such a bad fit for your colors, because that wool is the best I worked with…”

Tim’s hand carefully took said carf out and looked it over. There were about six others in the box.

“I could take this to those kids I mentioned before… It’d still not be enough for all, but more to share between them means less cold.”

She hummed again, looking at the unfinished projects on the bottom of the box.

“If… If you give me a few days…” she muttered. “I mean, I’m in no rush”, a hand vaguely gestured towards the rooftop’s edge. “I could spare a few days finishing those, and you could take them to these kids you spoke about… and maybe, I can help make a few children less cold with this silly hobby of mine.”

Elated beyond words, Tim nodded vigorously, waxing poetry about her work and about just how excited little Ellie would be with this soft, pretty pink scarf.

His patrol route could use a few detours, after all, if that meant keeping Braided Hair Lady away from her roof.

---.----

He was just returning from a late supply run when he bumped into The Cats.

It was in an alleyway, a block off from Mrs Eloise Denvarow (formerly known as Braided Hair Lady). The older woman had caved after three months knowing each other, of Tim passing by her apartment once every other night to pick up her baked goods or knitted masterpieces, to distribute between street kids and working girls, and told him her name. It was said in passing (“Stop with that ‘Lady’ thing, honey. It’s Eloise”), as if lacking importance, when in reality it meant the world to him. Sure, he’d already known, having run a background check on her the minute he came back to the cave after stopping her from jumping, but there was that implicit vow between them, that she wouldn't tell him her name and jump, wouldn’t make him carry its weight on his shoulders forever, so it was… it was a promise, on her end, a reassurance, and Tim wasn’t even embarrassed that he cried in her arms like a baby for ten minutes.

So here he was, a month after that, still riding that high, when the desperate call from below caught his attention.

There were two teens on the dirty ground, nested among cracked bottles and old newspapers. The girl was lying in the boy’s arms, with him screaming for help.

“Robin! Thank fuck!”, he almost sobs, arms visibly tightening around the girl. Tim wants to ask how he knew to call for him, and if the proximity to Mrs Denvarow’s place was luck or not.

But it wasn��t the time to ask.

The girl was pale, which only highlighted the bruises on her face. Someone with a big fist punched her. It doesn't seem likely, considering just how distraught the other kid is, but he checks his hands just in case; fortunately, too small for that kind of damage.

She’s also breathing erratically and, when he puts a gloved hand to her neck, he realizes just how crazy her pulse is.

Fear Toxin? Except Scarecrow is still in Arkham as far as he knows, and even if he had gotten away recently, he needs time to develop his precious chemicals. Joker’s Venom and Mad’s Hatter drugs don’t have quite this results, and Ivy doesn’t usually attack street girls just for kicks; they are also too far from her usual turf for her to be a viable suspect.

So, that leaves very few choices.

“Overdose?”, he ventures a guess, hand already fumbling through the pockets on his belt.

The other boy sobs harder, nodding while looking down at the girl in his arms. Tim gently takes the girl from him to position her straighter, to help her down the vial he finally found in his belt. It was supposed to help flush out any chemical in a few minutes, tops; they usually used it when a new type of Crazy Criminal Drug made its way to the streets and they didn’t have the time to properly prepare an antidote. It was strong, and vicious in its path to devoid the body of any and all external agents, which was why it wasn’t a preferred method; who’s to say the civilian in need of a flush isn’t in some important medicine? The Big Flush, as Dick calls it, lacked any kind of finesse or discrimination.

But it was their best shot right now, so there goes nothing.

There’s silence while they watch the girl’s progress. He doesn’t bother asking if he called for an ambulance; they are obviously minors, probably homeless, and even if the Wayne Foundation takes care of children’s hospital fees, they’d avoid it to keep themselves out of the foster system.

But then, the kid kept talking.

“I… I found her near Grant Park. I… I didn’t know what to do, so I dragged her here. She/” and then he breaks again, hands grasping one of hers, as if letting go meant he was giving up on her and he couldn't bear it.

“Grant Park is only five blocks away,” Tim thinks out loud, mind already a mile away “and Moench’s Row illicit night clinic is about the same distance from there as this place. Why did you bring her here?”

“She… Alley… Oh, her name’s Allison, by the way. And I’m Thomas. Tom.” Introductions, miraculously, seem to do the trick here and calm him down. “Nice to meetcha.”

Tim’s not deterred by his toothy grin, but he has to admit he’s kinda cute. Like, stray cat cute.

Huh. Alley, Tom, cat… Yeah, that checks.

“What happened with Allison?” he presses softly, one arm still keeping Alley up and against his chest, the other hand on her pulse point, taking note of the way the heartbeat seems to be stabilizing. The puking fest was gonna start soon.

“She… It was on purpose.” Tom confesses, eyes going clouded for a while. “She tries to not be home, yknow? I met her in kindergarten, and even then she’d try to hide behind the teacher’s desk in hopes they’d forget about her and close the building with her inside. Anyway, we pretty much live on the streets these days, and Alley… she’s very depressed. I convinced her to see someone a while ago, even stol/ I mean, earned the money for it myself”, he’s quick to correct, eyes glancing up to see if he was smooth enough to cover it; which he wasn’t, but Tim was in favor of letting that small one go, “and they gave her a prescription for antidepressants. She’s been kicking it down the road, but she’s gotten a lot worse and I wouldn't lay off her case about it, so she sneaked back home to get some money from her folks to pay for it.”

By the way the kid looks at her bruised face with unmeasurable guilt, Tim knows she didn’t go unnoticed.

“And… I don’t know. We were supposed to meet up by the Commerce Street Highway, but she was late, so I walked around for a bit and… I saw her there, on a bench. She was/ she was still conscious then, and she told me… she said ‘these aren’t what the doc gave me, but they took the pain away all the same’.” Again, Tom chokes on his own emotions. If he had any free hands, he’d try to put one on his shoulder for comfort. “I don’t even know what she took, or where did she get it from!”

Tim has heard whispers of loan sharks and drug dealres camping toghter by the Fashion Distric, just north of Grant Park, so he can make an informed guess as to how that happened. Also, he now knows what he’ll do the rest of the night, once these kids are safe.

When Tom has gotten a grasp of himself, he pushes again.

“So, why did you bring her here?”

He shrugs, a bit abashed.

“Well… I mean, everyone knows about how Mrs Denvarow is the one giving clothes and food away, and that you help her distribute it. Well, not everyone, but… you know, the street kids. We flagged her building with a yellow skull and everything.”

A yellow skull grafitti, Tim’s mind translates, is the street equivalent of a ‘don’t fuck with this place’ sing. A sort of protective sigil. He wonders how he missed it.

“And… This is kind of your thing, right? So I figured you’d be better prepared to deal with it than some overworked clinic that might even not have enough free equipment to help us. Good think I did, too” he gestures at his friend, whose face is now looking flushed; a sign both of growing health, and of the upcoming puke. Tim’s quick to turn her so her back is to his chest, head tilted down just in case.

As if rehearsed, Alley chose that exact second to empty the contents of her now flushed stomach. Tim would need a sample of that, to catch the responsible dealer.

Tom held her hair away from her face while Tim kept her steady, and she blinked bearily at them after it was done, still not completely lucid but a world away from the girl she was ten minutes ago.

“She’ll still need a hospital.'' Tim informs Tom sternly. The boy had taken his friend in his arms again, softly rubbing her back to help with the uncomfortable ache leftover after puking your guts out. “The Moench’s Row clinic should be able to help with any side effect, but she’s safe for now.”

He nods, thanks Tim again and again and politely refuses his help to take her to the clinic. They part ways, both parties probably thinking this would be the last time they saw each other.

Still, their situation sticks with Tim during the rest of his patrol, and he decides to stop by the clinic, just to check on them. His knuckles still ache from the absolute beating he delivered to the ones who gave Alley the money and sold her the drugs, so he’s in better spirits and hopes to spread it to the kids.

Alley is awake when he visits, and her shy, little smile is enough for the rage inside of Tim to die down. The bad guys dealt with, the civilians safe, everything in its proper place.

He sleeps a bit better that night.

---.----

He almost doesn’t see him.

Actually, he probably wouldn't have, deeply lost into his own head, had the guy been anything other than a redhead. That exact shade of orangy-brown auburn, that he would have to pick up from his workbench at Titan’s tower after Bart had decided to ‘keep him company’ during his all-nighters.

It was ironic, how now he would give anything in the world to have those same strands of hair fucking up his experiments, if only for the impish, ‘please-don’t-kill-me-I’m-an-angel’ smile he would receive in exchange.

“Hey”, he greets, landing softly at the man’s right, sitting a few feet away from him, too tired to even stand up on common ground. “What’s happening?”

He shouldn’t be doing this. He really, really shouldn’t. His own mental health was less than stellar, and even thinking about it made him feel worse. He didn’t deserve to feel bad, not when civilians were in the hospital after his latest fuck up, Cass was missing, Cassie barely hanging in there, the family a mess with Damian’s lovely introduction, and… well. Every other person he knew…

Point being, there must be someone else, in a better inner place, that could speak to this guy. But since no one seemed to be patrolling this route, Tim could only hope to stall him long enough for a more capable vigilante to show up.

The guy looks startled, then angry. He has green eyes, he notices, under the glasses. Not sure why that sticks to him.

“What are you doing here? You’re not going to try to stop me, are you? You’re not going to swing down and catch me in mid air or something, are you?”

He seems defensive, but Tim notices a bit of hesitancy. He has worked with less.

(He wishes he had more energy to do more with what little he has)

“No. If I did, what’s to stop you from doing it again later, or tomorrow? I can’t be with you every second. If you want to do this, you are going to, no matter how much I don’t want you to. And I don’t want you to, just so we are clear.”

The guy still looks suspicious, but he hasn’t taken that last step forward, so… a win?

“I just needed to sit down for a minute. ‘been thinking about all the ways I’ve screwed up lately, and…”

Auburn-hair deflates a little, turning away from Tim to examine the night sky. “Well, that makes two of us.”

The bat signal lights up the night. His newfound companion looks at it, then him. “Do you need to get that?”

“Nah. Batman will, and if he needs help he’ll call me.” Tim shrugs. He needs a coffee-power-up. He needs to sleep. He needs for his loved ones to not be dead.

He needs to see if there’s anything he can do for this guy.

“So, do you want to tell me why you’re doing this? So someone can go to your family and friends to let them know?”

After all, if it was him who did it (and… wasn’t that food for thought?), he’d like Bruce and Dick to know why. To not… to not blame themselves.

Redhead looks annoyed again. Uh. A short fuse, this one.

“Don’t try any psychology, or try to make me feel guilty about hurting anyone… this isn't about anyone but me.”

He shouldn’t say it, but… “That’s pretty naive, but whatever. Tell me anyway.” He smirks a bit, then “Unless you’re in a hurry or something.”

He hears the guy (he really should ask his name) as he tells his story. A cold, clinical part of his mind recognizes the symptoms described almost unconsciously by the guy as depression. He would know, after all. The other part of him, the part that made him Robin, that made him human, discarded the label; there was much more to this guy than his illness, and he would treat him like it.

“So here I am,” he finishes, now sitting side by side with Tim, both their legs hanging above the bustling city. “Now’s when you tell me how stupid this is. That other people have much bigger problems, there’s hunger and war, and I’m weak because my problems are nothing next to stuff like that.”

Tim thinks of a father, desperately thinking his death would save his son’s life, when in fact it would have only made it worse. He thinks of a woman, so full of love and warmth, looking into the abyss and feeling empty inside. He thinks of a couple of kids, one hanging to life with nails and teeth, the other hanging to her just as fiercely.

He thinks about himself. About looking at a future version of himself, hating what he sees, and deciding to drown the bud before it can even flower. He thinks of sickly green water, of cloning equipment in a laboratory, of a phone falling to the ground after delivering him with more bad news.

He’s still in a bad place, still probably not the most capable person to be doing this, but a part of him is sure this is the right answer. The only answer.

“No. Your problems are worse than anyone else’s, because they are yours. I’ve... felt bad like you have, and some pretty bad things have happened to me.”

Red hair looks as tired as Tim feels, so it’s a surprise that he has enough energy to glance at him worriedly, hand stretching a bit in his direction in a half-formed attempt to comfort.

“You guys make it look so easy, swinging around, having fun… Things get bad for you, too?”

Tim looks down, and smiles. It’s a sad, bitter thing. He thinks about parents lost before ever connecting to them, about a girlfriend going away, a sister lost to the madness of their lives, about two best friends gone, one even dying in his arms.

He gives no details. Doesn’t talk about it all, just shares a little bit of himself. It’s only fair, after hearing about this guy’s demons. Misery loves company, doesn’t it?

“So what do you do? How do you deal with it?” the guy asks when he’s done, looking at Tim by the corner of his not-very-dry eyes.

Tim forces himself to remember. “One of the things I’ve learned is that it gets bad for everyone sometimes, Superman, Batman… everyone. I remember that I’m not alone, that things do get better. Sometimes on their own, most times when you work at them. And when I have trouble remembering those things, I find people to talk to.”

Most of those were dead, but Tim is hit with the epiphany that not all of them are. He still has people. He still…

“And you’ve got people like that? That you can talk to?” asks the guy, tone both worried and hopeful. Tim stands up, does his best to look calm.

“Yeah. Your folks, and old friend, even a trained counselor you’ve never met before… someone who has a totally different perspective because they’re not as close to your problems as you are. Maybe they give you advice, and that’s great… or maybe they just listen. Sometimes, that’s all you need. Anyway, that’s how I deal with it when things suck. And it works. Want to come down from there and give it a try?”

The guy gets back to his feet, as Tim watches from behind. Having been in this situation before, the fear grabbing a hold of him isn’t new, but it's different. He thinks he's too worn down. It takes the edge off of any emotion.

Except hope. Hope still hurts like a sharp knife when it’s snatched away. He prays it won’t be, right now.

Green eyes (Jason- that’s who they reminded him of) look down, deep in thought. Then he turns, smiles at Tim. There’s hope in him too.

“Yeah, why not?”

They get down together. He gives him a few numbers and they have breakfast together. The guy promises to call his English teacher, at least. Tim promises himself to call his brother.

At least, he still has Dick.

---.----

He’s been putting off doing his rounds since he came back, he knows. But…

It changed him, a bit. Going around the world, dealing with his grief while staying on his toes, ready to break down one second and having to field off attacks from all sides the next, with the Demon’s honeyed whispers echoing in his ear and mind.

He’ll never tell anyone, just how tempting it had been. How much he had wanted to reach for that offered hand. To lay his head on someone’s shoulder and let the responsibility bleed from his.

Tim will never tell anyone, but he’ll always know. And it’ll always make him hate himself a little bit more.

So, he’s different now. And he’s scared- that the people he gave hope to, that he talked with, that he could never stop thinking about, even halfway across the world- that they won’t like this new, worn down him.

That Mr Harrinson the Good Father, Braided Hair Lady and her sweaters, the inseparable Stray Cats, the girl with the bright yellow cardigan, the kid with the scarred wrists, the woman with beautiful star-like freckles that she’ll hopefully pass on to her baby, the gentle giant man with calloused hands, the petite but fierce young teen with defiant eyes and dead name, the soft spoken girl with the loudest laugh, auburn-haired boy and his hopeful and sympathetic green eyes… and so, so many more. They all knew him, maybe not at his best, but certainly better than now. The boy that kept them from jumping had been a bright, magical Robin. The teen that came back to their city was dark, weary Red Robin. It felt kinda like he had cheated them, returning this broken version of himself to their doorsteps.

But he had to go check on all of them. Even if Cass (and it was such a relief, that even after he lost everything else, the return of his sister could at least be a speck of light in the mist of misery surrounding him) had promised to do so, there were so many of them… and she couldn't possibly remember everyone, all the time. And if anyone had fallen through the gaps… if anyone had stood on a rooftop, waiting for their Robin to save them, only to think ‘nobody cares’ as he didn’t show up…

Tim gets sick only thinking about it. If it did happen, then he needs to know. He has to carry their names with him, that’s the least he can do for failing them.

So he’ll go check on them… anytime now. Soon. The moment he gathers enough energy to climb back to his feet and get his grapple hook out.

...The city looks full of life, beneath him. Like it feels the return of its Knight. The end of the internal quarrel among it’s vigilantes, that almost tore it all apart. The relief in Nightwing, the hesitant peace in Red Hood, the mellowing of Robin.

(He was feeling poetic tonight, in the worst ways)

Maybe it also feels Red Robin’s emptiness. Maybe that’s why it's so lively down there, like the ground is calling to him, just as it did when Ra’s broke the window with his body.

He thinks... he won’t have to check on anyone, if he jumps. And that way, there will be no name to carry with him to his grave.

“Robin!”

“Stop!”

“Don’t do it, please!”

He startles. Hadn’t even noticed when he got to his feet, nor that one of them was hanging over the abyss. The fact that he wasn’t alone on that rooftop any longer hadn’t even breached his usually perfect spatial awareness.

They didn’t call for him, but the voices sounded distraught, they were close, and he was a former Robin, so he turned around, tired, but with obedience and service too ingrained in him to consider denying help to whoever it was.

It turned out, he wouldn't need to go make his rounds any longer. His rounds had come to him.

There were… too many people on this roof. It was way too crowded.

“Robin!”

It was one voice now, not a mixture of them, so he could identify the one yelling his former alias. Allison broke from the mob of people (and there were more still, filling in from the open rooftop door, like a never-ending stream…) to run to him, looking like she might have just jumped into his arms, if not for Tom clutching her hoodie to stop her a few feet from him. Good move, considering he was still balancing precariously on the edge.

“Alleycat?” he whispered, a little blown. She looked so different (magenta looked amazing on the tips of her hair, and she totally pulled off that lip piercing), but he’d recognize those eyes anywhere. He’d been so relieved, when she first opened them after that dangerous overdose.

“We were so fucking worried, dude”, came from Tomcat just behind her, still gripping her hoodie (still keeping her safe; some things never change).

“I…”

“Where were you?” Maddie, not longer yellow but still wearing a cute cardigan, stepped up too.

“I’m… I’m not Robin”, he blurts out. They… knew it was him? It… like, obviously there was a new Robin, Damian was (still, but probably not for much longer) smaller than him, but to immediately know that he was…

“Yeah, no shit. I’d know that long hair and noodle limbs of yours anywhere, kid. Known you too long to be fooled. And the new kid’s really trigger happy with that lon’nife of his... You’re still the Robin I prefer, and fuck if I understand the name passing you heroes do” Mr Harrinson spoke from the back of the crowd, one hand clutching his kid’s shoulder, the other arm around…

“Braided Hair Lady?”

Eloise smiles at him, soft and warm as ever, a little shy when his eyes go to the arm hugging her close and back to her. He recognizes some of her handmade scarfs around the necks of plenty of people on the roof.

“I… wasn’t aware you all knew each other.”

A petite young teen steps forward, walking until they were shoulder-to-shoulder with the Strays.

“Most of us met through the app, and then introduced the others. There’s more, of course, but not everyone could meet here. Samantha’s baby was born just two months ago, so she chose to stay home, but we promised her pictures, so you’ll have to say cheese soon birdboy. Also, I found my name. I’m Cal.”

Allison’s smile broadened and she sneaked an arm around Cal’s waist.

“They are the new Straycat. Calico cat’s are the cutest shit ever, aren’t they?”

Well… Having someone as badass as Cal watching Tom and Alley’s back would sure make Tim feel a lot better about both kids being out in the streets.

Were they still on the streets? He’d need to find out and fix that, soon.

Then it hit him. “What app?”

Auburn-hair smiled from his place, at the front of the crowd just behind the Cats.

“Felix over there,” he pointed over his shoulder at Mr Harrinson’s son, who smiled shyly at Tim, eyes shining in gratitude and admiration like they always did when Tim did his rounds and checked on his dad, “defended you in a GothamHeroes forum once. Some bratty douchebag was complaining about you landing over his car or something and this kid went for his fucking troath.”

“I was in that chat too,” spoke Tom, smiling a little too savagely for a kid that sweet. “He tore the idiot to shreds, speaking about how you saved his dad’s life and took it upon yourself to make sure he was still okay even weeks after you met. I mentioned how you saved Alley and Mrs Denvarow, we exchanged numbers… then we met Cal during one of our rounds handing out Mrs D’s scarfs and food. They were weary of everyone else, but trusted us because they heard you talk about the clothes and baked goods... And Cal’s friend Gina worked with Samantha on the streets and told them about her story...”

“Soon, it seemed like people personally saved by you were just… popping out of the snow like daisies” Blair laughed, and it was still the loudest, brightest noise. The night seemed a little clearer, the air a little fresher for it. “Felix made his own private chat and added us, and we added everyone else we knew… The word went around about it, and more and more people joined in…”

“It’s really a wonder how you had any time to fight crime, seeing how often you were apparently comforting jumpers on the roofs” Ailbert, still as gigantic and gentle as always, raised a hand from the middle of the group. He had a little girl on his shoulders, probably the baby niece he had taken in after his sister’s death.

“Then the new kid appeared and Gotham went to hell on a basket, and no one saw you around any longer”, Elijah, wrists no more scarred than the last time he saw him, his arm tangled with Maddie’s, went on. “We were… well, we were a bit confused.”

“Speak for yourself, Cal jumped Red Hood one night, held him at knife point and demanded to know what the fuck happened to our Robin. We were like, zero chill.”

“Sorry, they did what?” Tim was definitely in the twilight zone now.

“No thoughts, head empty, only murder”

...Tim needed to give Jason a quick call. Also sign Cal up for anger management. And probably, judging by the way both Alley and Tom were looking at them, get one of the adults to give them the talk.

Mrs Eloise smiled at him, and like always it served to calm his nerves. That woman was a different kind of magic than Alfred, but magic indeed. “Anyway, dear, what matters is that we were worried about you. And then this incredible young man, Aaron,” she waved at him, and he winked one of his green eyes in response, “suggested we kept in closer contact with one another, so anyone who spotted you could inform the others.”

Aaron shrugged, his auburn mane of hair bobbing with the movement. “It just seemed like it’d be easier to have an alarm set up, since messaging everyone would take so long… and then someone suggested making a map of Gotham so we could have clearer routes for the kids handing out Mrs Denvarow’s stuff… and someone wanted a shared blackboard to write theories on where the fuck you were with others… and a few demanded a space to share photos, possible sightings or old selfies with you… It kinda spiralled and I thought it’d be less of a chaotic mess if I made an app that could do all of that, instead of all of us using multiple apps for the different fixtures everyone asked for… Since this is Gotham, we also added some Rouge Alarm for whenever a criminal was set loose. It helped keep us safe, and if we knew when crime was happening, we could pay attention to which heroes answered the call…”

“And then, you fought that firefly guy the other day”, Felix said, still by his dad’s side, still looking as awed as ever when looking at tim. “I was in the crowd, and I recognized you within a minute.”

“I don’t really understand technology that well, and the group chat was such a mess that day” Ailbert lamented, but he was still smiling. They all were.

That hit Tim then, hard.

They all looked so happy to see him. To have him back. They had been waiting for him to be back, banded together to make sure they’d all know when he did.

“You looked so sad the last time we saw you” Blair added softly, sadly. “And… when you saved Aaron, you told him about such sad things…”

Elijah winced “And I heard the Midnighter fell from Wayne Tower a few weeks ago, but then he was never seen around again, and your suit looks kinda similar, so that was probably really you… and, that fall…”

“We were very worried” repeated Eloise, but her eyes didn’t lose their warmth. “But you’re back now, and we can keep track of you and each other now, so it’s all good. It’s wonderful to have you back, love.”

This was an out of body experience.

Something must have shown on his face, because Cal snorted.

“We adore you, you dumbass. You are our hero.”

Alley smiled. “You are our Robin.”

Tim fell into her arms, and away from the roof’s edge. The rest of the crowd was upon them in seconds, all eager to pat his back or joke about the cowl hiding his hair from their hands.

He met eyes with Aaron, over Alley’s shoulder. He looked like the hope Tim had helped plant in his heart all those months ago had flowered, and the petals filled his heart.

(He was feeling poetic tonight, in the best ways)

“You should download the app too, so you always have someone to talk to. Look it up. It’s called BirdWatchers, because we’ll always look up and out for you. Because when we wanted to jump, you lended us your wings to fly instead.”

It was like this fucker wanted Tim to cry.

“Welcome home, Red Robin.”

#My writing #Tim drake #batman fanfic #red robin #trigger warning:#depression #suicide attempts #discussion of suicide #overdose #mental illness #hurt comfort #Tim doing the comfort and being the hurt #until he gets the comfort #happy ending #wholesome #I swear the tags are scary but it IS wholesome #Tim drake centric #my writting

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Request: hi! if your taking requests, i was wondering if you could write a damien x reader, where they meet through Twitch? add anything else you want i always love everything you write, thanks so much!! - anon

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It was a Thursday night when you first met him, or rather, heard of him. You had been streaming for five hours heading into your sixth when you decided it might be time for you to log off for the night. As per usual, you took at least thirty minutes at the end of your stream just to talk with your viewers, usually about how their lives were going in exchange for a story from your own day.

Tonight, however, there was an influx of people asking if you’d ever heard of a streamer by the name of Damien Haas, which you hadn’t, and if you would do a collaboration with the man anytime soon. Apparently, your content was eerily similar and you were, and I quote, “Practically the female version of him, looks aside.”

“Damien Haas…” you rolled yourself back closer to your desk, hands settled on your keyboard. You typed his name into the search bar, patiently waiting for Twitch to pull up his account. You clicked into the first one, making an impressed face at the purple checkmark next to his name. You squinted at the screen. “Is this him? In the profile picture with the LEDs in the background?”

You glanced at your chat, chuckling as the viewers started spamming ‘yes’ and ‘oh my god it’s happening,’ and your personal favorite, ‘mom come pick me up the best crossover of 2020 is happening and im SCARED.’

“He plays a lot of Animal Crossing,” you observed, clicking on one of his videos and dragging the tab onto your main monitor so the stream could see it. You skipped through the beginning part, biting into a pretzel as you watched.

“He’s kinda cute,” you commented, laughing as your stream freaked out once more. There were a few people commenting what looked like it could be a ship name though you ignored it. “Shame I’d never meet him, though.”

You paused his video, taking note of the time, before rolling out your shoulders. “I think it’s time for me to head out so I’m gonna end this stream with a huge thank you to you all for sticking with me through this entire stream and if you didn’t stay the entire time, I’m glad you decided to join in on the ride even halfway through. I’ll see you guys next time.”

You ended the stream, waving goodbye to your viewers before the light went out and you could relax the smile off your face. Don’t get it twisted, you loved streaming and you loved your viewers but just like any other job, it could get exhausting at times. You shut down your monitors, the screens turning blue before fading to black. You stretched, taking your phone up from its charger and launching yourself into bed, opening your phone and clicking on Twitter.

Much like staying thirty minutes after you were done streaming to talk to viewers, you usually went on Twitter right after to answer questions and respond to DMs. This time, however, instead of opening the app to see a bunch of post-stream questions, your mentions were filled with the video clip of you saying, “He’s kinda cute,” as well as maybe a million people tagging both you and Damien in them.

Well, shit.

Soon enough, that was all that filled your timeline. You couldn’t move in one direction without running into another screencap of you admiring the man. God, you knew the consequences but something in the back of your mind was urging you to reach out to him.

After a few moments of contemplation, the lonely side of you won out, forcing you to message him against your better judgment. Without even thinking about it, you found his Twitter and sent this message:

Hey, I’m sorry about your mentions blowing up because of me tonight. My viewers recommended your Twitch to me and I spoke without thinking about it on Live.

And with no expectation of his response, you fell asleep right there with your phone on your chest and the DM still open.

You woke up the next morning with a sore neck and a dead phone, which was a terrible way to start your day. You rolled over, plugging your device into an outlet before crawling out of bed to start your day. When you weren’t streaming, you worked as a freelance editor for different YouTubers, helping their editors with their workload or even staying on as a Temp for different companies. Occasionally you edited the odd commercial here and there, but those gigs were rare.

Most recently, you had received some material from a group of YouTubers, Smosh. This job was different, however, because if you did well on this you could be looking at a permanent place of employment through their parent company, Mythical Entertainment.

You knew Mythical Entertainment, it was hard not to, especially since your aunt was one of the producers within the company, but tended to ignore everything the company did. The last you’d heard, they’d onboarded another YouTube group (which you did later find out to be Smosh, the same YouTubers whose video you were hired to edit).

After a quick shower and a half-assed attempt at a proper breakfast, you were ready to start your day. You situated yourself behind your monitors, opening the video clips that had been sent to you. The first was a sample video, something that gave you insight on what their editing style was actually like.

But imagine your surprise when you’re staring down the same man you have called cute the night before, his approximately five-eleven stance taking up one-sixth of the space. He was standing next to a blond, who had been marked as “Shayne Topp.”

Despite there being five other people in frame, your eyes kept moving back to Damien’s figure, watching his mannerisms through the screen and laughing along to his jokes when they fell upon deaf ears.

Your eyes slid over to your phone, now decently charged after sitting for so long. On your screen were dozens of notifications. There were maybe two from your mom, asking if you’d be coming home for dinner sometime that week but the majority came from Twitter. You picked up the device, unlocking and responding to your mom with a, “yes,” before opening Twitter.

Nothing much had changed from the night prior. Your mentions were still being flooded with the video from last night but newer content had been ushered in, namely fan edits using footage from your streams and, you assumed, his.

The only major difference, however, was the fact that Damien had responded to your DM from the night prior. The first message read:

It’s really no problem! My stream had mentioned your name before, too.

Followed by the second:

P.S. I think you’re cute, too.

You couldn’t believe your eyes. Mr. Damien Haas, the man that you had made a thoughtless comment on stream about, also thought that you were cute. Suddenly, the fact that you had been staring at him for the past hour seemed less stalkerish and more like a blooming crush. You wrote back:

Aw, thanks! Have you seen the newer fan edits? They’re all so talented.

You cringed at yourself. A cute boy started talking to you and you’ve suddenly forgotten how to be suave, not that you really were in the first place. But still, you liked to think you had some tact when talking to people that you found attractive.

Not even a moment later, there came a response.

Yes, I have, he responded. And I agree! They are all very talented individuals.

You looked from the monitor in front of you. You had about a quarter of the footage left to go through before you could start editing but this technically wasn’t due until the following night. Feeling emboldened by the fact that he had actually responded, you replied:

Are you going to TwitchCon on Friday? We should meet up or something.

Anxiously you awaited his response, taking his silence as an opportunity to watch a bit more of the footage and take down notes according to the sample they’d given you. Roughly thirty minutes later is when the next response came in, reading as an affirmative to both questions.

You didn’t respond, choosing to leave your social media for after you’d finished editing the video. Your heart still pounded, however. Just the thought that there was a possibility for the two of you to meet was, simply put, insane. You’d just heard of the guy the night before and decided that he was going to be your latest hyperfixation.

But who could blame you? He was a nice, funny guy that showed the slightest bit of attraction towards you. It didn’t help that you were a sucker for guys that were nice to you.

Fast forward to the Friday of TwitchCon, also known as the first day of TwitchCon. You and Damien had been talking steadily over Twitter DMs and just last night you had gained his phone number, giving you even more access to the man than you had before. But of course, who were you if you didn’t tease your fans with the prospect of you meeting.

The night before, at the end of your stream, you’d given your fans the little tidbit of information that you and Damien were, in fact, planning on meeting up sometime during TwitchCon and would be greeting fans together for an hour at your booth.

That sent Twitter into a frenzy, both of your combined fans getting your ship name to trend within the hour, which confused the hell out of a bunch of locals.

It was nearing the time you and Damien had set to meet up. The plan was you’d meet around twelve for lunch, take an hour for yourselves, before going back to your booth and meeting with fans for an hour or so as promised.

You had never been more nervous than you were in that moment. Not only were you about to meet your three-day-old crush but apparently a very popular YouTuber. You tried not to let the thought mess with your head. One of your friends, Wilbur Soot (who you played Minecraft with from time to time) was poking fun at you for being nervous about meeting a popular YouTuber.

After three years of streaming and gaining a solid following, you’d think you’d be used to meeting other popular content creators. But because it was him, you found yourself unable to think straight.

“What if I fuck up?” you asked Wilbur anxiously. He’d flown in from London for this event at your insistence and because you’d offered to pay half his airfare to get there and back. He didn’t have his own booth as his arrival was very last minute, but he didn’t mind. He signed the occasional poster though his main purpose was to provide you mental and emotional support.

“You won’t fuck up,” he comforted, leafing through one of the comics a fan had given you. The entire thing was hand-drawn, which was an insane fact in itself. It looked professional, which was what blew you away when you’d received it. “Well, you won’t fuck up as badly as you did when you first met Schlatt.”

You groaned in embarrassment. “Don’t remind me.”

Long story short, you’d dumped a red in color slushy on the man accidentally after tripping over an unmarked cable. It really wasn’t your fault but the boys hadn’t let you live it down since then.

Half a moment later, Wilbur was poking your side. “Is that him?” he asked, jabbing his pointer finger into your side while looking in the opposite direction. He was looking at a familiar figure walking down the hallway toward your booth. He stopped for a moment to take a photo with a fan, talking to them about something, before continuing on his way toward you.

Your eyes locked and you gave him a smile while trying to beat Wilbur into no longer poking you. He stopped when you slapped his arm the first time, sticking his tongue at you before going on his phone. You rolled your eyes at his half-assed attempt of pretending he wasn’t about to start listening in on your conversation.

“Hey, Y/n, right?” Damien asked as he approached. You nodded, reaching out for a handshake but becoming pleasantly surprised when he instead pulled you in for a hug.

“You ready for lunch?” you asked glaring slightly at Wilbur as he made kissy faces over Damien’s shoulder. Luckily, Damien hadn’t noticed your moron of a best friend.

“Yeah, I saw this sushi place on the way in if you wanted to try that?”

“I’d be down,” you agreed, reaching behind your table to grab your bag. Wilbur was set to meet with a few other Minecraft streamers, meaning you didn’t have to worry about him while you had lunch. You looked over your shoulder, making sure everything was set for you to leave before saying goodbye to Wilbur.

Over the course of lunch, you and Damien had gotten to know each other pretty well. Once the conversation moved away from your fans and, well, work, and more into personal details, you found that you actually weren’t all that similar. For starters, Damien loved watching anime while your guilty pleasure was Gilmore Girls. The one show you both had a love for, however, was Avatar the Last Airbender, which made sense.

Another thing was that he actually enjoyed being in front of the camera while you tolerated it on most days, really only putting on your face cam for the last thirty minutes on most days. Despite that, he still classified himself as an introvert.

You returned back to your booth much later than you anticipated, thoroughly shocked at the line that had formed with Wilbur at the front of it, entertaining the fans that had shown up early to meet both you and Damien.

“Y/n!” one fan called, pointing in your direction. Immediately, the entire line turned and gaped at the sight of you and Damien walking together. You greeted them happily, stopping for pictures and verbally promising that you’d stay until you got to meet everyone personally.

“You really love your fans,” Damien observed as you put your things back down behind the table. Wilbur had set up shop on your right side, chatting with a few people at the front of the line.

“I wouldn’t be anywhere without them,” you admitted, pulling a silver sharpie from your bag. You handed a gold one to Damien. “I also wouldn’t have gotten to meet you without them, which I’m still sorry about, by the way. Your feed must have been chaotic.”

“You have no idea,” he chuckled. “But everything happens for a reason.”

You nodded, grinning up at him. “Yes, they do.”

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Burning Scars part VI

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This one is extremelyyyyy short and im so sorry guys; school is starting up again and i have to catch up from what i missed last year!!

hopefully i can keep up with my schedule of thursday updates, but i might change it to sundays so i can work on it during weekends. either way thank you for reading this <3

Summary: Y/n, a werewolf from a hidden village, comes across Zuko and Iroh after being exiled. How has fate intertwined the wolf into the avatar’s destiny?

***** this chapter takes place on Season 2 Episode 11*****

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“What’s going on? Is the club meeting over?”

Y/n awoke to the always-defensive voice of Zuko the next morning.

She quickly decided, while her mind was still muddled with sleep, that the boy’s voice had waken her up far too many times and far too early in the morning. Just for one day, she wanted to be able to sleep-in like she did with her pack.

The girl cracked her eyes open and found that her chin still rested on her chest. Her eyes slid up to analyze the commotion that ruined her sleep; Zuko stood in a defensive stance toward... an empty space. Of course, he was being dramatic for nothing.

Iroh and Fung were standing by the teen boy, seeming as if they had just left the room the Y/n and Zuko weren’t allowed in. The girl rubbed her eyes roughly to remove any sleep from her face and clumsily stood; almost tripping over her own feet. As she gained her composure, Iroh addressed the two teens.

“Everything is taken care of,” the Uncle smiled, “We are heading to Ba Sing Se.”

Oh? Another town?

Y/n felt as though she really needed to study a map soon. She was never taught the names of any human places and after the disappointment she experienced with the ‘Misty’ Palms Oasis, she decided that the best thing for her would be to learn. There can’t be that many places, right?

On the note of traveling, the werewolf also realized that while the boys had let her tag along on their trip, she didn’t really know what the purpose of it all was. She had agreed recklessly instead of asking the simple question, so, where you guys headed? To be fair, it didn’t seem like Zuko and Iroh knew where they were going until now, but it was kind of stupid of her to just join so quickly.

She couldn’t say that she regretted all this, though.

Iroh and Fung bowed to each other; a silent way of thanks for all they had done for the other. Zuko lowered his arms and calmed down. He looked at Y/n, but quickly looked back at his Uncle when he saw that she was already looking at him; the thoughts of the previous night still apparent in their minds.

“Ba Sing Se? Why would we go to the Earth Kingdom capital?” Zuko questioned. It was surprising that sleep was completely evaded from his voice, a clear contrast to what the girl guessed her voice would sound.

Fung turned toward Zuko. “The city is filled with refugees. No one will notice three more.”

So that’s what she was now, huh? A refugee, a fugitive; she keeps being called all of these things that didn’t apply to her. She’s done nothing wrong, yet there were men searching towns for her (Of course, she’s aware that most of this came with befriending Zuko and Iroh, but it still made her nervous when she thought about it.). Who knew her life could turn so..... exciting?

“We can hide in plain sight there,” Iroh continued off of his friend’s words. “And it's the safest place in the world from the Fire Nation; even I couldn't break through to the city.”

The Uncle had a pleased smile on his face; an odd thing to see after he confessed his defeat. It’s so surprising to Y/n that a man this nice and heartwarming used to be a war General.

Suddenly, a light bell sounded out. They all looked toward the place it came from and found their eyes pointed toward the front door. A young man had opened it before closing it gently. He had three sheets of papers in his hold.

It had taken her a minute, but Y/n realized that it was the same man who had interrupted her and Zuko’s... moment? Is that what she should call it? Her eyes drifted to the boy of the topic and met his auburn iris’s. Simultaneously, their eyes shot the ground and blushes spiked their cheeks.

It’s gonna take a while to get past this, huh?

“I have the passports for our guests,” the young man by the door began, “but there’s two men out on the streets looking for them.”

Y/n’s curiosity got the better of her and she walked to the door; sliding open a small window in the upper part to peek through. She stood on her tippy toes to let her eyes pass over the slot. Her gaze met the two men from the tavern, the old one and the long-haired one, holding a paper and asking random citizens if they had seen the people on the sheet. The werewolf assumed that her and her travel buddies adorned it.

“Yeah, it’s the same guys from the tavern.” Y/n said before sliding the slot shut. “They’re right there, so there’s no way we can get past them.”

“Great,” Zuko sighed and raised his hands up in defeat, “What do we do now?”

Fung and the passport-man shared a look; seemingly speaking to one another telepathically. Before long, Fung broke their stare and addressed Iroh.

“I think we might have something that can help.”

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This is not what I had in mind.

The idea that the florist had was promising at first; he would hide them in large vases and bring them over to the edge of town. It was an easy, simple, and foolproof plan.

However, looking at the situation now, this was definitely not ideal.

After Fung’s declaration, him and the young man by the door went around the flower shop in search of the pots. It seemed like a difficult task, as most were filled with flowers, plants, etc, but soon they came back to the trio with their escape plans in tow.

But... they only came back with two.

To be fair, they were rather big; she knew that if she went in one, there would be a lot of extra room. But, once again, there were only two.

Y/n stood on a chair in front of the vase and opened the lid to take a peek. There were small bits of sand that lined the bottom, but other than that, it was relatively clean. She nodded her head and climbed back down to the floor.

“Well, I think it’s best that we get you out as quick as we can.” Fung stated as he gestured toward the vases.

“Wait, that’s it?” Zuko asked. “But there’s three of us.”

The passport-man from earlier shrugged his shoulders, “It’s the best we can do; plus, I’m sure you and the girl can fit together.”

The blush that seems to appear a lot more nowadays found its way back to Y/n’s cheeks. She and Zuko really weren’t going to catch a break, huh? Really, all she needed right now was some alone time or some silence to think. The last thing she wanted was to constantly be around the boy that was stressing her, much less be stuffed in a vase with him.

It seemed at this point, though, Zuko taught himself how to not let the red push itself onto his face. That’s a skill that Y/n really needed to teach herself.

Or he just doesn’t care about the ‘moment’ as much as you do.

This thought shouldn’t hurt Y/n as much as it does. But it also should surprise her as much. He’s a human boy, a prince no less. Zuko’s probably had times like they did with a dozen other people, so it’s most likely nothing to him. She was nothing to him.

“Uh,” Y/n butt into the conversation before the teen boy could argue anymore. “I really don’t mind it. We need to get out of here fast, anyways. As long as you don’t mind, Zuko.”

She looked down at the ground; not wanting to meet the eyes of her traveling friends. She was afraid that if she did, Iroh might see the distraught in them and ask what’s wrong. The last thing she wanted was for someone to think that she was hurt.

“Oh,” was all he said for a moment. All the while, Y/n was trying to conceive a plan on how she could escape; perhaps all on her own? I mean, there’s no way I’m on a wanted poster right? They probably just know that there’s a girl with them, not what she looks like.

Then, surprisingly, the boy spoke again.

“Yeah, I, uh, I don’t mind.”

Y/n didn’t really have time to react, to look at him with surprise and stand there shocked, before Fung and the passport-man began to usher the trio into their respective vases after placing them on a wooden cart. While Iroh’s friend aided in stuffing him in the pot, Zuko offered Y/n a hand so she could jump into the vase easily; well, as easily as falling could be. She hadn’t expected the sand at the bottom to be so slippery, so she had to grip onto the boy’s hand tightly. Y/n still didn’t let go when she had to squeeze herself to the sides; trying to help Zuko on his way inside, but not helping much.

Unfortunately, Zuko had entered the pot facing her direction, most likely by accident. This meant that when they had found themselves squeezed together, their faces so close that Y/n could feel his breath fanning her forehead. Before things could get awkward, the werewolf tried to find a way to turn her body, but ultimately found that the area was so tight that neither teens could move. Soon, the men on the outside closed their vase with something heavy, enclosing them in a dark space.

“Do you think you could let go of my hand?” Zuko whispered after the girl stopped her struggling.

Y/n quickly dropped her grip like it was burning. She wanted to say something witty or mean or anything just to make herself seem less embarrassed, but she didn’t get the chance as the cart jolted to a start and Y/n flew forward. She stuck her hands out instinctively to stop her from falling (as if she could even shift in the vase) and found her palms pressed against Zuko’s chest with her head above his shoulder.

“Sorry,” She said as she started to push away; only to land right back in the same spot as the moving cart hit a bump.

The boy gripped her arms and began to speak, probably to push her away and tell her off, but a knocking sounded against the outside of the vase. The teens froze in each other’s arms.

Were we being too loud?

Of course, Y/n had assumed that their whispering couldn’t be heard from the outside, but she was probably wrong. She had to remind herself from now on that they were pretending to be a pot; and pot’s shouldn’t be talking.

The wolf could hear people speaking around their disguise, but she wasn’t sure if they were friendly or not. She desperately hoped they weren’t the two bounty-hunters.

She gently lifted herself off of the (maybe?) angry teen and tried to straighten her back as much as she could. The voices around them faded away after a few minutes and the path felt smoother, they most likely left the Oasis already and entered the sandy dunes outside the village. The wolf couldn’t hear any bustling around them, so it further confirmed her suspicions. She was about to inform Zuko of her idea, but he had already begun to move before she could even utter a word.

The boy attempted to stand up to peak out the top, but the unevenness of the ride caused him to buck his knees to keep balance.

Of course, one of his legs gave out and rammed straight into her chest.

The girl saw it coming, she really did. Y/n knew that his actions were unsafe, but she hardly had any time to say anything on his rash decisions.

She was forced back against the wall of the vase harshly. The pot itself, being narrow at the bottom and wider in the middle, reacted strongly to the force of the push. It toppled over, bringing the two teens inside tumbling with it. They honestly could have acted it off as a pot of flowers falling over ‘accidentally’ if the force of it didn’t crash the vase into the side of the cart. And if it didn’t completely smash the vase into pieces, revealing two teens that are most definitely Wanted. But of course, the worst thing just had to have happened.

Zuko and Y/n landed onto the sandy floor with a yelp. The bright sun greeted the teens as the cover that they used previously laid in shards around them. The flowers from the lid splayed around them; everything just reeking mischief and disaster. The boy was spread out halfway on top of the werewolf, groaning out in pain.

What was he acting hurt for?

Angrily, Y/n pushed the boy off of her and cast quick glances to survey the area. She was right on her assumptions from before, the Oasis was a long walk away and they were surrounded by soft, burning sand rather than buildings. Iroh was still in his vase peeking out to see what the commotion was and the random White Lotus member that pulled their cart stared with his eyes wide. Her glare snapped back to the boy that caused this whole situation.

“You stupid idiot!” Y/n yelled as she stood up. “Do you know what could’ve happened if someone saw us?”

Zuko leaned up onto his arms and pushed himself into a standing position before glaring right back at her. “Don’t call me stupid.”

“Yeah, well how else should I describe you then, because if you had stopped just for one moment to think, then none of this would’ve happened! You just had to be nosy instead of waiting for someone to tell us that it was all clear!”

“I knew that it was fine, that’s why I looked! I didn’t just do it randomly, I thought it through!”

“Sure, Zuko. That’s why you hit me, right? Was it all a part of your plan?” Y/n was absolutely fuming. Perhaps some of this anger was pent up, but Zuko’s brashness set her over the edge.

“Enough!” A loud voice boomed out.

It sent shivers up the werewolf’s spine. Fear spiked through her for half of a second before recognition soothed her. Iroh had made it out of his container and stood by the cart, looking like a strict parent about to punish his children. Y/n almost cowered, but stood her ground. That’s definitely the voice of a War General.

“Y/n, you can’t be mad at Zuko for letting his curiosity get the best of him.” Then, he looked at his nephew, “Zuko, you shouldn’t have hurt Y/n and should have waited until we were told to come out. Now, no more arguing.”

Zuko scoffed before turning to briefly talk to the man pulling their disguises, mentioning their Ostrich-Horses and backpacks. Y/n turned the opposite direction, looking at Iroh before picking up the fallen flowers that littered the floor. The uncle waited, seemingly waiting for one of the teens to spark up the argument again.

Spirits... how am I going to survive this?

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Today was so stressful... did a bunch of school stuff and then had to take care of my dad. proud of myself for posting tho ((even tho its technically a friday))

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A little help | Arthur Fleck x reader imagine

Summary: Gotham seems a little less grey as someone finally cares for him. Or: A stranger helps Arthur after he gets beaten up. He loses his sign but gains what he hopes could blossom into more than friendship.

Note: basically just someone finally being nice to Arthur, a little fluff

Warnings: none??? Some swearing, unspecified age gap, crappy ending

Word count: 2301

Hearing the door shut behind you you made your way down Gothams main street, relieved that your shift was over. You worked at a local restaurant, and while serving meals wasn’t quite your passion, the occasional tips you got im your tight fitting shirt made for a rather alright pay. Nonetheless, you surely weren’t anywhere near wealthy, not that you cared much. The only thing that bothered you was that you rarely had the time - and sometimes the money - to paint anymore. With your job and small apartment, which’s properties really didn’t deserve the rent you had to pay for it, your childhood dream of earning money with art remained what it was - a dream.

Yet you couldn’t quite stop yourself from hoping sometimes, and so you found yourself wandering the busy streets. Looking for anything to inspire you, taking longer than necessary to get home. You longed to see greenery between the skyscrapers and taxis, individuality between the anonymous faces passing you by, kindness between the insensivity of this gloomy town. And that’s when something on the other side of the road caught your eye. The vibrant colours of his costume in contrast with the grey concrete surrounding him. Cheerful music was playing. Most people didn’t even glance at him as he they were passing him by. Hell, you found most clowns rather frightening. But there was something about him, his grin or his dancing, the way he swung the sign that made you stare. Maybe you just couldn’t phantom how somebody, no, anybody could seem so …happy, doing what he does. Then again it was his job, and people here have no choice than to work hard to get by.

Your train of thoughts was interrupted as the subject of your focus scrambled to his feet after a hoard of teenage boys had stolen his sign. Picking up a faster pace you kept an eye on the scene that unfolded in front of your eyes, the boys suddenly crossing the street, not even paying attention to the cars that honked. My god, getting past the mass of people in front of you was bad enough as it was, you couldn’t even imagine running in full costume. Poor guy. You stopped in your tracks and gasped as one of the cars almost hit him, but he ran on as if nothing happened. And just like that, he suddenly was out of your vision. You started running, excusing yourself as you pushed past people, yet he was nowhere to be seen. Slowing your pace you tried to catch your breath, when muffled sounds caught your attention. You turned the next corner, your mouth agape in shock. Five boys were kicking the man that already lay on the ground, his sign in pieces next to him. Not being able to stop your instincts from kicking in you screamed „Hey!“, they turned towards you, „Get off him you fucking bastards!“ you growled, at which the guys merely chuckled, but ran away anyway. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. Your mind raced as you sprinted towards the man and tried to assess the situation. He was on his side, ragged breaths jolting through him, shuddering. You crouched down next to him, but he barely noticed you at first, his hand trying to reach for the bits and pieces of the sign he had been holding. „That should be the least of your worries.“, you then said, giving him a sympathetic smile. „Can you stand?“, you asked, but all the answer you got was a quizzical look. It was as if he’s aware that there’s nobody else you could possibly be talking to, but still he didn’t believe you meant him. Then again you weren’t even sure he fully heard or understood you. Gently, as to not make more damage you took one of his hands into yours. „You can’t stay like this, we’ve got to get your injuries checked. I’m going to try and help you up now, okay?“ His eyebrows scrunched together as he stared at your intertwining hands. He weakly nodded. Slowly he sat up, then got to his feet, clutching his ribs as you tried to support his walking as much as you could. You would’ve headed to the hospital immediately, but in this state he could barely stand upright, and you didn’t own a car. So you just walked to your apartment, which was only a few blocks away.

Usually you wouldn’t take a stranger to your flat, but he seemed so helpless and lonely - it felt right to keep an eye on him, at least for a bit. You tried to make conversation on the way, asking him about his name, but he never answered. His head swayed while walking, and you didn’t know if he listened, but you continued talking to him anyway. If you were in his shoes you would’ve liked someone to distract you from the pain. And that is precisely how he felt. Little did you know that of course Arthur listened to your every word. His eyes flickered to how you held him, then to your face every now and then. From the moment you crouched down next to him he could’ve sworn that you’re an actual angel. Your voice became his mantra as you told him you’re sorry for what happened to him, that he didn’t deserve it. He didn’t answer because he simply didn’t know what to say. After all this time, how could it be that someone as kind, selfless and absolutely beautiful offered him help?

As you reached your flat and finally made it to your bed you sat him down. He looked around in confusion as you returned with your first aid kit, some cloths and frozen vegetables he could use to cool his side. Making a mental note to buy some new vegetables later you sat next to him. Carefully you rinsed the blood off his swollen lower lip, washing off the remains of his makeup, him being silent all along. He couldn’t help the way his eyes wandered over you, your (e/c) eyes, long wavy hair reaching just beneath your shoulders and then your lips. And how they were parted ever so slightly as you concentrated. Truly, he felt terrible for what he was thinking. He knew you were just being nice, but your proximity and the way your gentle hands touched his face didn’t help his case as he shifted his gaze just a little lower, getting a good look at your slender neck and even your cleavage. Your skin looked so soft. Fucking hell, you were simply breathtaking. His eyes fluttered close as he shifted a little. He was fully aware he barely knew you, you probably had a boyfriend, and you definitely definitely were what they call out of his league. You must’ve been at least five years younger than him, too. He felt rumbles of laughter bubbling in his throat He felt rumbles of laughter bubbling in his throat after you got up, fetching a glass of water and a pain med. you returned, and that’s when the laughter broke out, the irony of the situation painful. Now you must think he’s a total nutcase. Instead, you just sat next to him again, an amused but quizzical look on you face. He struggled to hand you a card that explained his condition, and you patiently waited for him to calm down again. His laughter broke out then. Great, now you must think he’s totally insane. Instead, you just sat down next to him again, an amused and quizzical expression on your face. He struggled to hand you the card that explained his condition. You were patiently waiting for him to calm down. „Well, I think your laugh’s lovely. Well, I think your laugh is quite lovely.”, you told him, trying to cheer him up, “Drink something.”, handing him the glass heis cheeks burned as did as you said, not so successfully hiding his burning cheeks as he sighed lightly when the cold glass touched the wound on his lip. Looking him over, you frowned slightly. Shuffling through your drawer you got out an oversized shirt and jogging pants. “If you’d like to change, the bathroom is right next door.” You placed the clothes next to him and turned to leave as a hoarse voice stopped you in your tracks. “Y.. Y/N..?” Ah! So he had listened. “Why are you helping me?”, he asked in a quiet tone, “You don’t even know my name.” Turning around you took a few steps closer to him again. “Then tell me.”, you returned, smiling. He looked as his feet then “Arthur, …my name is Arthur.” “Well then, Arthur, I’m helping you because because I want to. Nobody deserves what happened to you today. Nobody deserves what they did to you. Now, make yourself at home. Try to get some rest.”, you brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. He wouldn’t even have had a second thought about it, they were just kids. But you seriously meant what you said. As the rest of your words sank in he tried to protest, saying he couldn’t possibly sleep in your bed. Shaking your head lightly, you chose to make your way to the door. “If there’s anything else you need, feel free to ask.”

~~~

The next morning you were woken up by a noise you couldn’t recognise. It hadn’t taken you much time to fall asleep on your sofa the day before. It actually was a lot more comfortable than you had thought, or perhaps it was the exhaustion of you work shift followed by half-carrying Arthur here. Thinking of which, you turned to face the rest of the living room and got up. To your surprise, you saw movement through the glass of your kitchen door. The smell of scrambled eggs filled your nose as you entered, at once figuring out that the noises you heard must’ve been Arthur putting out dishes onto the small table. He had done his best trying to be quite, sneaking out of you bedroom past your sleeping form he had noted you looked wonderfully peaceful when asleep, then to the kitchen. Now there were toasts, some cut up apples and slightly burned scrambled eggs layed out on the kitchen table. It wasn’t a buffet per se, but more than enough to have your facial expression turn to one of surprise, happiness and then disbelief. As you shook your head lightly, brushing a hand through your disheveled hair Arthur suddenly seemed nervous „Oh, I‘m.. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to rummage through your belongings, I should’ve known that’s not what you do.“, you couldn’t help but look at him in shock then, how could he think your mad? He avoided your stare. „I‘ll clean everything up.“, he grabbed the handle of the pan as your hand over his stopped him. He looked up into your eyes, while his mirrored uncertainty and something you couldn’t quite pinpoint. „Arthur, my God.“, you breathed out, cradling his hand in both of yours, “The only reason I shook my head was that I cannot believe how you can stand here at 8 in the morning after the night you had, and all you worry about is making breakfast. You don’t have to apologise, and you certainly don’t have to clean up either. I can’t even remember the last time somebody went through such an effort for me. So thank you.“ You let go off his hand as he blushed profusely at your words. He stumbled over his words then, saying it’s the least he could do. Or that at least he tried, glancing at the pan in embarrassment.

The two of you ate in silence for a short while, Arthus studying your expression as you took bites. He paid attention to the rest of your apartment then, it was rather small but the way you had little pictures, plants and other adornments everywhere made it feel very cozy. It fit the impression you made, you seemed like such a positive and kindhearted person, always trying to make the best out of everything. You were sitting across him wearing a tank top, short pants and a robe over it and you looked absolutely adorable, Arthur thought. He could only wish this wasn’t the last time he got to spend time with you. You noticed the way he had been staring, hiding your reddened cheeks behind your hair. Your voice interrupted his train of thoughts “Are you going to get your injuries checked, Arthur?” Truth be told, he didn’t plan on going to any hospital. He hated burdening people with his issues, and he didn’t quite have the money to pay for any treatment -if needed- either. But you the way you looked at him made him question his attitude; your eyes were full of hope, begging him to go. As if you actually cared for his well-being. Apparently, his lack of response answered your question, as you continued: “You are aware that if you don’t get yourself checked, I’ll have to make you come back here weekly from now on to make sure you’re doing okay?” Your light tone made a weight fall if his shoulders as you let out a breathless laugh. For some reason you hoped that he’d actually accept your proposal, even though it came out more jokingly than anything. He seemed so pure and kind to you that you wondered what made him as insecure. Whatever it is, you wanted to show him that he doesn’t need to be. You wanted to be there for him, you realised. Arthur smiled at you then, a genuine smile for once “I wouldn’t mind that one bit.”

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*slams fists to table* MY GOD THAT WAS BEAUTIFUL. Im fangirling so hard im sorry- please another request it was so good; for Rengoku again. Him and his s/o had a heated argument because s/o is hanging out with Uzui; truth behind this is that they want some advice on how to propose to Rengoku. Both ended up saying hurtful things about each other and well, you know the drill. But in the end s/o tries to make evening dinner perfect for the both of them so that they can make a perfect proposal.

What a beautiful request

Kyoguro Rengoku

▪doesnt pay no mind to your hangouts with uzui at first. Because not only is uzui a fellow pillar, but his wives are very kind to you.

▪hes not one to jump to conclusions, hes most likely going to wait for you to "come clean"

▪Normal arguments with Rengoku are mostly one sided, with you complaining about little things while he makes mental notes to fix those little things. Still smiling.

▪but when he feels threatened, as in, he feels like your cheating on him. Hes not going to confront you first, he goes to the person your "cheating" with.

▪hes unable to stay mad at you for very long. Actually, hes more disappointed then mad

▪covers his attitude with compliments when talking to you.

•• ━━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━━ ••

Its is extremely hard to put out Rengokus flame, but for the past several days you've spent your spare time with Uzui, the sound pillar.

Now, this wouldn't have been a problem to Rengoku, because he loves knowing that you have friends that you cherish, friends that care for your wellbeing. But when your meet ups get more secretive, that's when Rengoku gets a little suspicious.

He wont bluntly accuse you,because he wants to trust you. But this feeling is wearying him down.

You had just finished a rewarding hot shower and was readying yourself to visit the flamboyant pillar.

In front of the door, however, was Kyoguro, waiting for you patiently. A stern look in his eyes mis-matched with a bright grin.

"I'd like to know what your doing my dear"

"I'm visiting Uzui--"

"I would like to know what your doing, my dear"

A little startled, you continued to walk past the tall male. Trying your best to ignore the situation in whole. .

"Nothing you need to worry about, Rengoku"

"Rengoku?, well...I'm really starting to doubt this relationship, s/o. Your not as invested as I am"

Now forcefully pushing your way past, you realized how empty, how quiet, Kyoguro went as he moves to the side.

"Hes acting so weird"

Once you reached Tengens house, you had informed him about your current situation.

"Hmm, that's very...unlike him. your going to have to do something extremely flamboyant to gain his trust back, or else your marriage proposal wont work, let alone your relationship"

"Your right, but it's not like I could tell him, or else it wouldn't be a surprise or as special... I just wish he had a little more faith in me, do you mind If i stay the night?"

Standing up, Uzui began pushing you, leading you towards the door and nudging you out of it.

"Yes I do mind! Kyoguro would get even more suspicious if you stay the night"

Right...

You snuck back into your shared house, Kyoguro was the first to bring up the idea of sharing a house, and you agreed immediately. You felt so weird sneaking into your own house.

Kyoguro was probably in bed already, but you were in the kitchen, cooking up a storm.

After a stressful hour and a half, you marched upstairs and knocked gently on the door, opening in slowly before waking Kyoguro up.

"Darling, I'm sorry for what happened. I need you to come downstairs, please"

Kyoguro groggily sat up, rubbing his eyes before smiling sweetly.

"Anything for you"

Blind folding him while leading his down the stairs carefully, you smiled at the scene in front of you. Unraveling his blind fold, Kyoguro took in his surroundings, the dining room looked very different.

Candles, wine glasses, dinner and dessert. Placed on the table beautifully as Kyoguro felt under dressed, standing at what looked like a 5 star restaurant in his pjs.

A blush covered your face as Kyoguros smile widened. A hearty laugh left his throat as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

"I know it's a little untraditional...but I love you Kyoguro, and...and the reason why I was with Uzui so much, was so he could help me gather enough courage to do this"

Going down on one knee, you pulled out a red velvet box, opening it to reveal to promise rings.

"Kyoguro Rengoku...will you marry me?"

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buckywintersoldierbarnes2017 · 5 years

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A Hidden Pain - Part 16

Original request from @purplekitten30: Could you please write a Bucky x reader where she works as the teams assistant? She’s got a violent bf but no one knows about it until he assaults her at one of Starks parties. Bucky steps in and kicks his ass. He helps her move out of her place to live with him since he’s got his own floor at the tower.

Note: I genuinely cant believe this request is still going! I thought it may have been coming to an end but then another idea struck me so I guess I’ll continue until it either comes to a natural end or you all get bored <3

Bucky x Abused!Reader Words: 1,579

Disclaimer: GIF used is mine <3

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He was trying to be his usual self, attempting to make a joke out of what was actually a serious situation, but there was still a big part of him that was deeply concerned for his friend. Whether Steve admitted it out loud or not this whole thing wasn’t just about you and Bucky anymore….it was about you, him, AND Steve.

“She’s been through so much already, more than anyone deserves to, and so has Buck. They need each other. I refuse to take that away from either one of them.” He unwrapped the support bandages that had been around both of his hands and threw them into the bin nearest to him, his eyes only now looking over at Sam. “…and I sure as hell won’t allow you to either. It doesn’t matter how I feel after that time I spent with her….what matters is that she’s happy.”

“Ste-”

“I’m serious Sam. Just drop it. That year she only had me is over now. Well and truly.”

* * * * * * * * * *

The sun was barely even creeping through into the morning sky but already you were wide awake and sat at the breakfast table - not that you could even stomach a single mouthful of the cereal in front of you, instead it just sat there becoming a sorry mess. You had barely slept that night and your constant tossing and turning had started to disturb one of the rare restful nights Bucky had...this was the day you had been dreading.

They were moving Josh to a different facility out of state.

You should have been happy at the thought of him no longer being in the same building as you, that there would be hundreds of miles between you, but the bad feeling gnawing away at your stomach wasn't allowing you to have a more positive outlook. For a long time, Josh had always been one step ahead of you so what if-

"Nothing is going to happen today."

Your ever-growing paranoid thoughts were interrupted by only the second voice in your life that radiated calm and collected enough for you to feel it yourself, even if it was just temporarily. A soft smile lit up your fatigued face as you turned in your seat to face him.

"I wish I could be as confident as you are Steve, but I've just got this horrible feeling..." At the mention of it you felt your stomach tightening even more. "...I know he's going to be far away but at least when he was here, I knew where he was. Being hundreds of miles away he could escape, and I wouldn't know until, well, until he found me."

Steve's facial expression contorted into a slight frown as he took a seat in the chair next to you, his hands immediately encompassing yours as he squeezed them gently.

"He will not get away; do you hear me? Buck will be there, and hell would freeze over before he let that man escape. He won't even be able to so much as blink without him knowing about it."

You knew his words were supposed to comfort you but knowing that Bucky was going to be anywhere near him again made you feel sick to the stomach. He wanted to make sure he got to where he needed to be but that didn't make you feel any better about the situation.

"Steve..." There was a tremble in your voice as the emotional battle inside of you started to spill out. Your grip on his hands tightened as though your sanity depended on holding onto him. "...wh-when will all this be over?"

It was impossible to stop the tears now but before a single one trailed down your cheek you found your face buried in the super soldier's firm chest as he pulled you into an almost crushing hug. His own heart seemed to beat just as fast as yours, his breathing off its usual rhythm, it was breaking him seeing you in such distress, but your own emotions were too heightened to notice.

"Just let it out [y/n], I'm here, it's okay."

The words Sam had spoken to him in the gym a few weeks back played out in his mind as he felt you heaving with your sobs.

“You know, for a super soldier you are SUPER stupid.”…

…”Just tell her.”….

He shook his head almost violently to get the words out of his mind, wishing that they had never been spoken in the first place, he hated that he would never be able to have you in the way that he wanted but having the odd moment alone with you was all he needed….making sure you knew you were loved and looked after was all he needed….Sam’s idea would just have to be erased completely.

His lips pressed down onto the top of your head, a hand travelling up into your hair, as a single tear fell from his own eye.

“You’re safe with me and you always will be.”

* * * * * * * * * *

If looks could kill Josh would have been dead ten times over with the stare he was currently receiving from Bucky. They were sat at opposite sides of the van to each other with guards on both sides and despite still being within arm’s reach the little cretin still wasn’t as close as Bucky wanted him to be….he wanted to feel his neck crushing underneath his fingertips; wanted to see the life escape his eyes, the least he deserved after everything he did to you was to die solely and painfully at the hands of the men who truly loved you.

Anyone else would have been scared out of their very pants if they’d had an ex-assassin staring at them in such a way, especially one that had murdered hundreds of people over the decades, but Josh didn’t so much as flinch. There was twitch though, right in the corner of his lips, as they slowly contorted into a malicious smirk – even now, with nowhere to go except a cold dank cell for the rest of his life, he refused to show any kind of remorse for the things that he had done. If it wasn’t for the guards Bucky would have made sure he was incapable of showing that nasty little smirk of his.

“They really did a number on you didn’t they?” If he couldn’t do anything to him physically then he was at least going to try and get into his head. “They saw a pathetic piece of scum like you and used you without you even realising what they were doing.” Now it was Bucky’s turn to flash a wicked smirk. “Where are they now huh? Your new friends? Ah, yes, that’s right….they’re feeding you to the wolves because they have no more use for you.”

He leaned himself closer, clasping his hands together on top of his knees, the road grew a little bumpier and yet not even this caused his stature to falter. His eyes remained locked on Josh.

“They got you to do their dirty work and not only did you lose [y/n] but you lost your freedom too.”

It was only your name that gained any kind of reaction out of Josh, a sadness enveloping his eyes as he swallowed down hard at the lump that had formed in his throat. It was the only bit of emotion Bucky had ever seen in the man and it took him by surprise far more than he would have liked, lowering his defences ever s slightly, and it was in that very moment he witnessed just how quickly his emotions could switch as a more sinister look took over the sadness that had once been so evident.

“Oh I will never lose [y/n], trust me, I have taught her far more about this world than you and your pathetic superhero friends ever could and it won’t be long before she realises what side she needs to be on……” The van slowed to an unexpected stop causing the guards to look towards the front where the driver was. “….the side that always wins…..” His handcuffs fell to the floor with a loud thud reminiscing that of the moment an escapologist would succeed in his escape. “….the invincible villains.”

Before he, or any of the guards, could do anything to react a blinding white light incapacitated every one of them before a deafening explosion rang out around them, ripping the vehicle apart.

* * * * * * * * * *

Your emotions had finally overcome you as the sun began to make it’s way into the sky. although he hadn’t fallen asleep himself he had stayed with you, his arms never once leaving you as he kept you wrapped inside a protective cocoon. His blue eyes watched closely as your chest rose and then gently fell back down again, making sure you were having the restful sleep you needed, having to fight hard to stop his feelings from growing.

When his own eyes started to surrender to the world of sleep your body shot upright as a horrified scream erupted from you. If the residents of Stark Tower hadn’t been awake already then they certainly were now as your scream continued on without you taking so much as a breath.

Something was wrong.....something was really wrong.

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The Woes of Duality (5/?)

Summary: Patton always sees the good in everyone, even in someone such as Deceit. But while he slowly helps the dark sides to see the good in people, something else is changing, and not for the better

Notes: IM SORRY FOR THE DELAY, this chapter was a beast to write, not only being the longest at 6k but also i was struggling with a writers block when i had written the first scene meaning it halted my writing to a stop for a good while. There ARE warnings for this chapter for the mentions of throwing up black blood and small amounts of violence- and a lot of angst.

Shits going down and we’re in for a bumpy ride~

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“This is terrible!”

“We know-“

“I can't believe we let him get this bad, what kind of prince am I!?”

“Roman we know, we were there-“

“He’ll never be forgiven!”

“ROMAN.”

Logan raised his voice, closing his book shut irritably. Roman was pacing the living room back and forth, his hand currently in his locks of hair ruffling it up trying to think of a solution. Virgil was curled up on the sofa with his knees up, his head low in thought as Logan was sitting just beside him with the book he was currently reading until Roman decided to flip out.

Thomas’s problems had gotten significantly worse. Only recently did he have a falling out with his own best friend Joan; something Thomas didn’t really see the need to apologise for despite how many times Roman begged on his knees to do. The two had been working together planning video ideas when the two had a disagreement, and instead of Thomas normally trying to avoid confrontation, instead told Joan that he could easily get another writer if he needed if this was going to be that much of a hassle and that they were kicked off the team. What’s worse is Thomas casually said this as if nothing was wrong with firing his best friend and acting as they were merely an inconvenience to his channel. Joan looked heartbroken at his cruelty and had stormed off, telling him not to bother them unless it was for an apology.

Logan remembered the moment it happened, Roman’s face dropped in pure horror after biting his nails during the fight shouting for Thomas to stop and reconsider. Virgil’s anxiety was picking up, trying to breathe properly saying this wasn’t real. Even Logan felt uncomfortable at the sight, gripping the drink in his hand tightly that it almost smashed.

And Patton wasn’t there.

The moral side hadn’t left his room all day; they assumed he didn’t want the others to see how upset he was over the situation. Not only that but the entire week as well Patton kept himself distant from the others, only replying in short remarks if they ever tried to strike a conversation with him. Patton was Thomas’s heart so obviously this would be hitting him the most. No one knocked on his door either, thinking it was best to leave him alone for a while before they would come together for an emergency meeting.

So here they were, in the living room with Roman franticly shouting ideas out;

“We should send Joan a letter saying sorry- No we should send them flowers to- NO WE NEED TO GO TO THEIR HOUSE AND SING HOW MUCH OUR FRIENDSHIP MEANS TO US”

He threw his hands in the air as he turned to the others, waiting for someone to bounce ideas off him, but Virgil and Logan kept silent as Roman dropped his arms back down with a look of bewilderment.

“Come on! I’m trying my hardest here, why don’t you two contribute?”

“While apologising is certainly our utmost goal here Roman, it apparent that at this current moment, Thomas has no intentions of apologising to Joan. We cannot force his actions, only merely guide him to the right thing.”

Logan spoke up, pressing the glasses up to the bridge of his nose as he carried on;

“Furthermore, this is more in Patton’s department as Thomas’s morality. When we can get a hold of him I suggest we all talk to Thomas together.”

Virgil felt himself hug his knees tightly at that comment;he didn’t speak up during the conversation apart from a few grunts or nods in agreement. He still hadn’t confronted Patton about the day he eavesdropped him in the kitchen; a whole week had passed from that time and the gnawing feeling of anxiety ate away at him. He would try to knock on Patton’s door but never got an answer and the fairy lights above his door were turned off. The times he would see Patton in the hallways it was like he didn’t even acknowledge anyone else’s presence; he would wander for hours brushing his hand against the wall. And yet he was smiling, he was always smiling- no doubt about his progressive relationship with Deceit. How could Virgil just break that for Patton when he knew how happy the moral side was gaining a new friend.

And then the fight happened and Patton didn’t show up as much anymore in the light side.

Most likely around the time when everyone collectively felt the fear of Thomas’s actions. And yet his mind kept buzzing with uncertainty about what he overheard in that kitchen. It had to be Patton that was causing all of this- but he didn’t seem off or acted any differently when he was with Deceit and even when returning to his room with a happy whistle and a skip in his step. If only he could talk to Patton…

“Talk to Thomas about what?”

The three of them turned suddenly froze momentarily and in unison turned their heads to the door. Patton was standing there in his pyjamas looking tired, his hair in a mess and wearing a top that was larger than him, going to his knees with shorts and fluffy slippers. Virgil was quick to untangle himself from his cocoon to lean over the sofa quickly to check if Patton was alright, but Roman strolled up in front of Patton and grabbing his shoulders.

“Patton! Thank the heavens you’re doing alright, we need your help”

“But Roman, i’m all left.”

Patton hummed teasingly as Roman rolled his eyes and escorted him to where the others sat. Virgil leaned over the sofa determined to see Patton as his heart raced with uncertainty.

“So, what’s the problem then?”

Patton sat down beside Virgil, looking at the others curiously. They all looked at him with surprise as Logan quickly spoke up;

“Thomas ended up in a fight with Joan and now they’re not talking until Thomas sorts himself out. Surely you must remember this?”

“Oh! That!”

Patton exclaimed as if he had forgotten such an important event. His hands on his lap kicking his feet back and forth as he tapped his finger on his chin thinking;

“Is that really important though?”

The room went dead silent.

“…. Excuse me?” Roman spoke up as Patton cut him off waving his hand playfully;

“Listen, if Joan was going to be like that then they obviously weren’t worth the hassle. Same with Thomas’s other friend. I mean Thomas can always find new friends, can’t he?”

Virgil felt his heart sink as he leaned back on the sofa in fear. Patton had no regrets in his words, no remorse as he just looked to them with that soft smile he always kept on his face. But his eyes…they were as if looking into water, you think you can see something but it’s nothing but your own reflection staring back at you in a hollow surface. They couldn’t read his expression at all in that moment. Logan had dropped his book to the floor as Roman was just stared with his mouth wide open. No one dared to speak as Patton looked to them all confused why they suddenly got quiet.

“What?”

He laughed nervously at the tense atmosphere.

“Patton…are you serious-“

Virgil started but Roman had stormed up in front of him and grabbed his sword, drawing it out of its sheath, and pointing it at Patton. This caused a startled reaction from both Virgil and Logan,who stood up in shock; Logan was already coming up to Roman’s side grabbing his arm harshly yanking it back.

“What on Earth are you doing Roman?”

“This cannot be Patton! The Patton I know would never speak so belittlingly about the ones he cared for. This has to be a trick!”

Roman spun around to Logan upset,refusing to lower his sword as it was pointed at Patton’s neck. Virgil was starting to breathe heavily now clutching his chest, his eyes wide with fear at how fast things escalated. But Patton didn’t falter, there was no look of fear or discomfort. He just stared at the tip of the blade before him and smiled, tilting his head; he gently touched the blade, lowering it down giving Roman a knowing look. Roman flinched at that and reluctantly backed away, withdrawing his sword and getting a small hum of appreciation from Patton;

“I’m feeling fine Roman, I swear. It’s still the same Patton you know and love I just, I dunno people change I guess? Sure, Joan is precious to me, but I want to put Thomas into priority here kiddo as much as all of you do.”

He said softly looking at Roman with a twinge of desperation hoping he would understand his intentions. Neither Virgil nor Logan could speak up in the moment, mostly taken back by the exchange as Roman let out a frustrated sigh and walked to the corner of the room leaning against the wall rubbing his eyes tiredly. It was clear Roman had barely any sleep that night; the dark bags under his eyes were apparent, the fact he had little to no time to brush himself up to look presentable spoke volumes. Virgil glanced at Roman and then back to Patton who was starting to feel awkward with how silent the others were. Logan was the first to make a move as he silently walked over to his dropped book, addressing the others;

“I suggest we take a break and gather our thoughts, everyone is too emotionally charged to discuss anything at the moment.”

Roman was the first to leave, his head held low as he didn’t want to make eye contact with the others. Logan was second but didn’t leave as fast, he put the book in one hand and turned to Patton who was sitting there in the same place looking a bit awkward with how things turned out. He opened his mouth wanting to say something to the moral side but decided against it, he didn’t want to get into a big conversation now. With that in mind he gave both Patton and Virgil a nod and left soon afterwards, leaving the two alone in the living room.

“I…Can’t help but feel like I did something wrong there…”

Patton chuckled quietly, taking his glasses off and wiping them with his top. He wasn’t expecting everyone to react so negatively, but Patton wasn’t wrong. He knew his priorities, and as Thomas’s moral side shouldn’t the others had just believed in what he felt in his heart? Leaning back on the sofa he let his head rest on the cushion.

Knock.

Patton frowned at that, it was still loud.

He never found that door. In the span of a week Patton found himself wandering the light side for hours opening every door, thinking the sound would be closer but had no results. He even visited the dark side more to meet with Deceit, which the two had developed a stronger bond. Sometimes he saw Pride as well, they didn’t approach the two like they did that day in the kitchen. They seemed to have kept their word and never told the other sides about Patton’s visits, on the one agreement that Patton would make sure the kitchen over there would be in a respectable state when he would want to cook; an agreement Patton was more than happy to oblige to. Patton was finding himself less and less in the light side and almost considered the dark side more of a home, nights of lying in Deceit’s bed listening to the music on his phone as the two would sit there in silence sometimes. Their hands brushing together gently as Patton would sometimes just lay his head to one side to face Deceit and stare at him as he would silently work on his plants or take care of his snakes on the side. Humming gently, he closed his eyes;

He never wanted to leave.

And yet the headaches carried on, the feeling of nausea overwhelming him at times that sometimes all he could do was just lay in silence and not move around. Sometimes he would be staring at the wall, his eyes wide as if he was seeing something that no one else could, his pupils wide and frantic. Deceit had asked if it was best for him to be here, but Patton always reassured him he was just tired after a long day with the others. But sometimes Deceit paused, wondering if he should ask Patton about Thomas; he never did however, assuming Virgil must had done so already…

Speaking of Virgil;

Patton looked to his left to see Virgil hadn’t left yet, he was hunched in his seat gripping his trouser legs tightly.

“Do you…regret what you said?”

His voice was low as he swallowed nervously looking at Patton. Patton looked at him softly and shuffled himself up to Virgil, bringing his knees up onto the sofa and grabbed Virgil’s hands softly taking them away from viciously digging into his trousers, marking the skin as he brought them close to his chest. Virgil breathed in shakingly as he closed his eyes trying to calm down, feeling comfort in how Patton’s thumb circled his wrist soothingly. Satisfied watching his friend calm down Patton leaned back softly and looked at Virgil’s lap, a sad knowing smile on his lips;

“No…but I’m sad that Roman got upset with me…”

Patton huffed softly, feeling Virgil tense up again as he tried again to cradle his hands in his own.

“Are you upset with me too Virg?”

Virgil whipped his head up to Patton frantically, wanting to tell him no, just that he was scared right now for him. But, Patton being the compassionate side that he was, already knew what Virgil was going to say from his expression alone. Sighing softly he leant forward and rested his head against Virgil's shoulder, bringing his arms around his sides to hug the anxious side.

Honestly? While Patton loved his family dearly and would do anything for them, It was a bit tiring. He had only come in here to see what the commotion was, he wasn't expecting everyone to have lost sleep over Thomas’s delima. Patton knew he was going to sort it out later, so why the others felt like that it was the end of the world baffled him. He was surprised as well that he was the one having to bring up Thomas’s priorities and not Logan himself! Not only that but seeing Roman so disheveled also brought a twinge of concern for the creative side, it was rare seeing Roman be present to the others without taking care of how he looked. It was what made Roman who he was; his appearance was everything, and yet he looked like a wreck.

He probably shouldn't bring it up that he had no intentions of getting Thomas to contact Joan.

Regardless of that he had to take care of Virgil right now, that was his most important priority. Looking at his hands he took a deep breath and spoke up;

“Maybe your taking this too personally Virgil?”

Wait.

He didn't mean to say that-

“I mean, if you’re really worried about Thomas then why don't we just get better friend’s that won't question us? Then we won't have to deal with this situation again.”

Or maybe….Maybe this is what he needed Virgil to hear.

“Wait...What?! Patton why would you even suggest something like that-”

Virgil slapped his hand away from Patton abruptly and started to shuffle backwards, his breathing picked up as he stared at him with fearful eyes. Patton tilted his head confused, why was Virgil acting like this? Trying to reach for his hand again,the anxious side flinched away- this was getting bothersome.

“I dont know whats gotten into you Virge, We want Thomas to be happy, so then wouldn't this help? I don't know why all of you are so distraught over this!”

Why wouldn't Virgil let him help him?

Why did Roman point a sword at him.

Why did Logan look at him like he was wrong-

He wasn't wrong. They were.

They’re wrong, they’re wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong-

Knock.

“I saw you in the dark side.”

Pattons head whipped up as Virgil spoke up, all the thoughts in his head quietening down as Virgil now sat up staring at Patton directly; “In the kitchen….Pride and Deceit, they said if you stayed there long enough you could get corrupted. I know you’ve been going there every day Patton, I...I was following you. I didn't want you to see Deceit anymore because I knew something bad would happen but I never spoke about it until now.”

What? “You followed me?”

“Patton-”

“You don't think I can cope on my own can you?” He stood up now, his hands shaking as he clenched them;

“You always do this don't you? Poor Patton is too vulnerable and weak to do anything on his own! That someone else has to come and protect me!”

Knock

“Patton please that's not what i meant-” Virgil now stood up, tears starting to streak down his cheek. Maybe Patton would’ve felt sad at that point, guilty for shouting at Virgil- but no such feelings came.

Knock

“No I know what you meant perfectly Anxiety. You look down on me just like all the others! Deceit actually makes me happy, He trusts me a hell lot more than you ever have!”

The headaches returned.

The vile feeling in his throat returning.

“Come look for me Patton.”

He threw up.

Virgil stood in horror covering his mouth as black blood came spilling out of Patton's mouth onto the floor- it was much more than he saw a week ago. It began pooling on the floor as Patton hacked in agony, clutching his chest and gripping onto his shirt like a lifeline as his body began to shake violently. His eyes were frantic and wide as he kept staring at the floor, tears falling from his face as the shaky sobs became loud laughter as he whipped his head back, laughing hysterically clutching his sides. Shadows started to form from each corner of the room as they slowly joined into Patton’s shadow, when he stood up the shadows spread out like vines all over the floor covering the room in a thick darkness. His balance was all over the place as he kept stepping from side to side wobbling. A sickening smile painted his lips as he kept giggling to himself quietly, his eyes were starting to turn a different colour… Instead of the light blue glow, it was a faint yellow colour starting to wash over.

Virgil watched in horror as he quickly tried to back away from all of the shadows that started to creep up on him. This was bad, this was EXTREMELY bad. Patton wasn't going to listen to him, and if he called the others in they might be in serious danger- the darkside was starting to take its hold on Patton, and from the looks of things it was worse than he originally thought.

Patton wasn't aware of what was around him in that moment, the only thoughts in his head was that stupid door. He needed to find it- he needed to belong. Voices kept whispering in his head one by one;

“We’re waiting for you”

“You’re nearly ready to open the door Patton”

“Then we can be together forever”

“Your rooms almost ready”

“Patton you need to stop this!”

Virgil called out desperately trying to block those voices out but only brought him trouble as Patton looked to Virgil as if he couldn't recognise the side in front of him, his hand slowly lifting up as suddenly Virgil was forced back by a shadow that had manifested and grabbed Virgil by the neck, slamming him onto the wall behind him, his head hitting first causing a sharp pain to wash over him. The shadow wouldn't let go of him either, his hands trying to grab onto the claws that pinned him, but every time he tried to touch the shadow his hand would phase through. His legs kicking back and forth as his fight or flight reflexes were starting to kick into overdrive- he needed to get out he couldn't breathe-

“I-I can’t breathe...Patton please….I’m sorry….”

He cried out as Patton just stared at him, void of emotion or sympathy as he walked towards Virgil looking at him curiously. To Patton, everything was becoming fuzzy, like ripples in the water he couldn't calm down to see the bigger picture. Virgil was barely more than a whisper in his head that couldn't compete with the other voices. His form was barely recognisable, as if someone had decided to filter his memories of the other side. Yet...watching the other side cry made his heart ache. Something was wrong here…

“What am I…”

He murmured looking at Virgil trying to decipher what was provoking these tears that started to fall freely down his cheeks. His heart aching as he reached out to touch Virgil's face, brushing a thumb against his cheek as it suddenly came to him-

��V-Virgil-”

His eyes widened as he suddenly snapped out of his state. The shadows suddenly retreated back into his own as Virgil fell to the floor, coughing and wheezing for air as Patton felt his legs go weak. He stepped backwards as far as he could in fear not noticing the coffee table behind him as he stacked over the side crashing his back onto the edge causing the table to tip over dropping glasses and trinkets onto the floor. And yet Patton paid no attention to the mess he made as he started to breathe heavily and quickly-

He had hurt Virgil.

Oh god he was suffocating his best friend-

What was wrong with him!?

Virgil sat up gripping his throat, his breathing finally evening out as he looked up to see Patton covering his mouth crying loudly at what he had done. Feeling his heart break Virgil tried to speak out for Patton but coughed harshly, knowing he wouldn't be able to speak just yet with how sore his throat was. This only made Patton wail harder as he gripped his hair shaking scared curling into a ball. Determined not to let Patton suffer he crawled over reaching out for the smaller side- he needed to let Patton know it was ok, they would fix this together, that he forgave him.

But when Patton saw Virgil reach out he panicked and scrambled backwards trying to stand up;

“Virgil I’m sorry- Im so sorry- You were right there's something wrong with me-”

He babbled out trying to control his breathing but his heart just kept thrashing in his chest as if it was to burst with fear.

He had to get out of here-

Taking the step forwards, Virgil panicked and tried to shout for Patton to stop,but the moral side already dashed out of the room into the hallway as fast as he could. Virgil's voice was nothing more than a faded memory as he sprinted down the hallway in fear; the rooms that once brought him warmth and comfort now felt like a prison. Reminding him that he didn't belong here anymore- he was tainted. Wrong. What the hell was going on? Nothing made sense any more, god he probably was all wrong about Thomas as well. What he told the others, how he didnt care, god no wonder they were freaked out by him. Feeling the tears fall heavily,he heaved exhausted expecting to be lost for hours running in the mindscape that no longer felt familiar to him. But as if fate was just mocking him, the door to the darkside appeared just around the corner. His heart pounding as he slowed down starting at the door, a shaky smile on his face upon seeing it.

Home.

Hurrying inside he felt the cool embrace of the realm fill his senses as he began to calm down, only if slightly as he wiped his eyes. He needed to find Deceit right away….

Following the path he had always taken, it didn't take long for him to find his room, the shadows followed behind Patton underneath the floorboards. They didn't scare him this time, no..it felt reassuring to know they were present near him. They wouldn't harm him either, he had learnt after coming to the dark realm over and over, instead they would just linger around or swim past him. Some spoke to him, like the voices in his head, telling him he wasn't ready yet or if something interested him. Some swam ahead as a guide for Patton to find Deceit’s room as he took a shaky breath and knocked on the door.

He needed to tell Deceit what happened….

The door clicked open as Deceit peered out looking tired, his hair in a ruffled mess no doubt he had taken a nap as he was about to growl at whoever interrupted him. But when he saw Patton his expression softened momentarily only to see the tears form on Patton's face, leaving marks behind as he opened the door fully looking concerned.

“Pat…? What's wrong?”

Patton felt his heart warm up seeing Deceit in front of him; he felt safe. He needed to tell Deceit that something was wrong and he needed his help, if anyone could help him it would be the dark side….

“I don't want to live in the light side anymore Dee, they all turned on me...Virgil started shouting at me for seeing you- that he couldn't trust me.”

That's not what he wanted to say-

His eyes widened when he realised what he just said to Deceit. The look of pure shock but soon seething rage filled the dark side’s expression as he gripped the door handle tightly. Patton needed to tell him he was wrong, it wasn't them who hurt him! But soon that panicking thought was starting to be washed away once more...his mind becoming foggy as he started to forget that….

It was their fault.

“Christ ok- come in Patton...You’re not welcome here anytime.”

Deceit murmured trying to control his bitterness at the other sides as he gently led Patton inside his room and sat him on the bed, when Patton was comfortable he started to look around his room for his pet snake which was snoozing on a little basket Patton had brought him. Gently cupping the snake he brought it over to Patton knowing the moral side felt safe when he was holding one. Along with that he grabbed some blankets and sat down beside Patton, putting it around them to keep them warm as Patton leant his head against Deceit shoulder humming in appreciation. The tears slowly died down till he had a calm expression on his face. The internal struggle had faded and Patton had forgotten what he was so panicked about to warn Deceit in the first place…

“Patton…”

After a moment of silence of letting Patton calm down on Deceits side, he decided to speak up, his hands gripping the blanket as he took a deep breath.

“I don't care about you. More than you could ever imagine. I thought I liked you, coming into my life thinking you could change me so easily. But...being with you has been horrible, something I wish I could close- guh if you wanted to…”

Feeling frustrated that all of his words were coming out as lies, he quickly put his hand towards the snake on Patton's lap letting it bite him as he felt a shiver up his spine as the venom went in. Quickly licking the blood, he shuddered and turned around now to face Patton, touching his shoulder gently as the smaller side looked to him in anticipation. His eyes were wide and curious, staring so deeply into Deceit’s as he took a deep breath:

“You could...stay with me?”

He whispered out as Patton's breath hitched;

“I know though this place isn't safe for you, so why don't we find somewhere to go together? I don't mind staying in the light realm with you if it's safer-”

“No. I want to stay here, it's perfect.”

The two inched closer together as they felt the world around them tune out, their heads pressed together softly as Patton gently took ahold of Deceits hand stroking it softly. Deceit chuckled softly and hummed in appreciation as he cupped Patton's cheek gently resulting in Patton stealing a kiss from him. Deceits eyes widened at the sudden display of affection, but had no arguments as Patton broke the kiss off early, feeling flustered he did such a thing- but Deceit leant in to steal a kiss of his own, one that lasted longer… The two hugging now in an loving embrace.

Until…

Cough! Hack!

Patton withdrew from the kiss, coughing roughly as he tried to hold his throat for it to clear. Deceit knew very well about Patton’s coughs but what panicked him in that moment from the norm was the blood seeping from his lips.

“Patton, you’re bleeding-”

“Its alright Dee, it's nothing serious, I just had a bad cough earlier so my throats still a little sore…”

He weakly spoke as he wiped the blood from his mouth but felt another heave sent through his chest as he started to cough up more blood that splattered into his hands. Or...if you could call it blood… It looked like the same substance the shadows would leave behind sometimes when manifesting themselves. Knowing this was a bad sign he stood up immediately taking Patton’s hands.

“We need to take you back, this place isn't helping you Patton.”

Patton looked up in a panic tugging away.

“No Dee please I'm fine- I don't want to go back.”

“But you’re coughing up blood Patton! Listen if we go back to the light realm the effects wear off right? If we stay there until you get better-”

“IT DOESN'T MATTER WHERE I AM!”

Patton shouted slapping his hand away as he stood up glaring angrily. His eyes starting to wash over to that yellow gaze once more.

“It doesn't matter which realm im in, i'm still having headaches, i'm still coughing my lungs up Deceit. Don't you get it? I’m being rejected and the only place i should be right now is in that stupid room!”

“Room? Patton what room-”

Knock

Oh god it was coming back….Clutching his head, Patton whined, feeling his head feel like it was splitting apart. Wobbling he fell back onto the bed curling up feeling the pain take over. His body was rejecting him. It was trying to kill the good in him.... Tearing up he shook his head trying to erase the corrupting thoughts taking over but the voices were so loud.

Deceit panicked at the sight as he wasn't sure what to even do- How the hell did he not notice how bad Patton was getting. Unless. The mindscape wanted everyone to feel like Patton was doing alright. Frantically looking around, he knew the Shadows were at his door now, they wanted Patton. God how did he not notice what was going on-

“Patton you need to block those voices out, they're trying to turn you into a dark side, you need to get out of here before it's too late-”

“Your room’s ready Patton.”

The crying suddenly stopped as Patton let his arms fall to his side as he looked back up, his expression of pain and torment became one of relief and happiness. Deceit felt a shiver down his spine knowing that Patton wasn't paying attention to him anymore.

Suddenly the door burst open as a wave of darkness started to pour into the room, the illuminated floor started to crack as something was trying to break out. Knowing they had to get out of there Deceit tried to run for Patton to reach for him but was thrown backwards by the shadows. One walked towards Patton with a hand outstretched to escort him out.

Like hell they would!

Kicking back the beasts, he whistled for one of his snakes that was lazing around the window still to jump and attack one of the shadows nearest to Patton. While it worked momentarily, its teeth sinking into the figure, the snake found self in contact with the shadows fist as it was thrown backwards onto the window. But it was persistent, knowing it couldn't defeat the shadows that now surrounded Patton, it jumped and slithered its way as fast as it could to Pattons leg and wrapped itself around his foot to make sure it wouldn't lose Patton.

Meanwhile Deceit was throwing punches at any shadow that tried to approach him with the intentions of knocking him out, his voice raw from screaming at them to get away from Patton but ultimately he couldn't get anywhere near him...There was too many and they were insistent;

“Why are you getting in our way Deceit?”

“Wouldn't you be happy? Morality gets to finally join us as a dark side, he won't have to leave you anymore”

“You got exactly what you wanted.”

No...No this isn't what he wanted!

Feeling a sharp pain in his face after being punched and tripped up by another shadow, he fell down, feeling them kick him one after the other refusing to let him stand up. Some shadows merged from the floor to grab his wrists and legs to stop him from moving as he thrashed in anger wanting to be free. He could see in the corner of his eyes Patton starting to move now with the shadows, following with a look of content in his face- yet his eyes...That would make him feel lost in such love and warmth was void...they held no real expression. And yet Patton was smiling following them as if he was in some sort of dream like state.

Deceit felt his heart ache. What did he want? At first he wanted to make Patton hate him, to stop trying to touch his heart with hopes of making him a better person. Deceit was always content with being alone, he didn't need anyone to like him. But Patton never forced anything on Deceit, he didn't look at him with pity but rather was happy to be around the dark side. Maybe a part of Deceit knew actually...that something like this would’ve happened. Pride and Virgil had warned him. He could’ve solved this if he just decided that it was better to stay with Patton in the light side, but he didn't...he selfishly let Patton keep coming day after day because he couldn't give up what they had...

“Patton... I’m sorry…Im so so sorry…”

He weakly called out but felt another sharp pain as he felt another blow to the stomach this time catching the air from his throat as he felt his vision starting to blur, black spots appearing as his head spun feeling queasy. Patton had not paid attention to Deceit either, being lead calmly by the shadows into the hallway as Deceit tried again to get back up but found no strength.

Fear however washed over him as he knew what was coming. Beneath the glass floor something pounded against the surface over and over creating tidal waves that raged beneath them the walls around them shaking as the eyes all started to look into the center with anticipation, the glass cracking as Patton was lead to the centre just above the shadow. Turning around in that split second Patton looked to Deceit with a soft smile and mouthed something Deceit couldn't hear over the own screams of his voice as he tried to reach out.

The glass below patton shattered and what rose from the water looked like leviathan itself had manifested itself into the darksiders mindscape, screeching loudly causing any glass around them to shatter violently as it grabbed Patton with its large hand dragging him underwater in less than a second.

“Wait for me Dee.”

#Sanders sides #mociet #sympathetic deceit #ts patton #patton sanders #ts deceit #deceit sanders #ts virgil #virgil sanders #ts roman #ts logan #fanfiction #tw: vomit #tw: blood #shit hits the fan real fast here #id say we've hit the halfway mark #it will get better eventually! its still a good ending i can assure you~#writing

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BabyGirl 3.0

NOTES:

♥ this is based on a concept i received a few weeks ago and ppl asked that i made a story with it. ♥ i planned 3-4 long parts but i think it’ll be 8-10 short parts ♥ 3.2k. fluff. ♥ there may be smut but i doubt it and IF it happens it wont be as explicit as my other smut works. ♥ i didn’t proofread and if you read my stuff you know i never do because im a lazy ass. ♥ thank you so so much for all the notes and feedback for the previous chapters! I LOVE YOU GUYS!!!! i hope you enjoy this chapter! ♥ if you have any questions please dont hesitate. ♥ read part 1 HERE and part 2 HERE

3.0 ♥ APOLOGY & CULPABILITY ♥

HIM

I was pissed. Pissed at myself for not even noticing that Louis was bringing me into a trap. I like to think i'm good to guess people and their character, but through the years, I realized I was not as competent as I thought. Still, being played and betrayed by my very best friend was humiliating and incredily hurtful. I glanced at him and noticed guilt written all over his face, but it wasn't enough to take the feeling of betrayal running inside me.

"Wow, hey, it's been a while."

She glanced at Louis too and I breathed in before nodding.

"Yea, 4 years," I just pointed out, slipping my hands in my pockets, trying to find a way to escape this incredibly awkward and almost intolerable situation.

Could I pretend to get a call? Or a text message? Then run outside and call a cab? Was there any way for me to just run to the airport and fly as far away from here as I could? Even on the other side or the world I knew I couldn't feel better. It was too late. I had seen her again and I couldn't take my eyes off of hers.

She got older. I could see her hair were dyed but it was still pretty much the same shade of brown it always was, and I wondered why she'd do such a thing for so little change. Her dress was plain but pretty and she gained a little weight. For some reason, she seemed to glow in a way I couldn't explain.

"5." she corrected me. "It's been 5 years."

I was surprised when her eyes left mine to glance behind me but I kept looking at her. Perhaps, she still had that effect on me, but i didn't have the same effect on her. We used to be a bit obsessed with each other, and we could stare at each other for longer than most people would find acceptable.

My heart felt heavy, like stuck in a vice and someone was twisting it slowly, as if to make the pain less bearable and my death longer to come. I wanted to run away, yet my legs wouldn't move, i was stuck here indefinitely, forced to look into the eyes of the only girl i loved without being able to touch her.

"That long..." I nodded, as if I didn't know the exact date of the last time i saw her.

She nodded too and sent me a shy smile as I twisted the fabric of the inside of my pockets hard enough to feel my muscles tense.

"Louis... didn't tell me..."

She nodded quicker this time and glanced behind me again, where I only guessed Louis had gone, leaving both of us in a situation we didn't want to be in.

"Yea, no, he didn't tell me either." she chuckled, clearly uncomfortable. "Surprise, I guess."

We remained silent for a while and I started swaying gently on my toes. She finally closed her eyes and sighed, running her fingers in her long hair and somehow, it made my heart twitch.

"Look, Niall, I know it's late for this, but i'm so sorry."

I frowned but she kept talking.

"That fight was all on me, it was ridiculous, I shouldn't have insisted." she explained. "I'm so sorry for how things ended, Niall, I-I didn't want this."

Her apology hurt my heart and without thinking, I moved closer and grabbed her arms. The contact of my skin against hers was life changing, like electricity ran all over my body... like I was high on a drug I had never tried before. I knew she felt it too and she held her breath. My face was so close to hers I had to swallow and my lips parted but it took me a few seconds to talk.

"No, you really don't have to apologize, it was my fault, not yours." I whispered. "All mine."

From up close, I could smell her. She still used the same perfume as she always did, and it made memories invade my head. I remember the first time we met and how cold it was outside... and how bad I had wanted to kiss her. It made me realized I wanted it just as bad now, maybe more.

It felt wrong to be in her personal space and let go of her, feelings my palms burn again even if I wasn't touching her anymore. I took a step back and cleared my throat, forcing myself to look down.

"I'm surprised you're wearing a dress." I finally pointed out, trying to change the mood. "You look great, really."

She sent me an other smile, one that seemed slightly more sincere this time.

"Thank you, but you know me. If I could, i'd be here in my sweatpants." she pointed out, making me smile more. "The dress wasn't my idea."

I raised my eyebrows in surprise, relieved that we seemed to have a light conversation after being a bit emotional.

"Who's idea was it, then?"

She didn't have time to answer, I saw a tiny little girl run between us and wrap her arms around her thighs. I heard her laugh and looked up at her, but she was only looking at the kid.

"Mommy! Look!"

With an enthusiast face, the kid moved one of her arms up to show a doll who was already missing a shoe. I had a hard time to mend the pieces of what exactly was happening here but I watched her crouch down to discuss with the little girl. They hugged and she ran back to where she came from as my heart started beating harder in my chest. She had a kid and she was probably taken. I always suspected she had found someone else very quickly after we were over, but knowing it for sure hurt more than I thought it would. It was ridiculous, it's not like what we once had could ever come back. There was so much pain still left, so many things untold and unknown... this small encounter would only make things worse and I was scared that after today, even If i never saw her again, I would be even more scarred than I already was.

"That's your daughter?"

She nodded and her lips curled into a fond smile I had never seen on her. I held my breath a few seconds, trying to calm the thumps of my heart against my chest without much success. I've always enjoyed seeing her happy and it made me realize how bad I missed her laugh. Not a chuckle, or a giggle. A real laugh, the kind that echos on the wall and always seemed to reach my heart.

"So, you're married." I just pointed out, clearing my throat." How old is she?"

She raised her nose up in a grimace and chuckled, shaking her head from left to right. The sight made me smile despite myself and I stuck my hands in my pockets again, trying to restrain the need I suddenly had to be closer to her once more.

"No, I'm a single mom." she explained before her smile fell. "She's... she's four years and a half."

I couldn't explain how good it felt to hear she wasn't married, and I sort of felt bad for liking it. That's why it took me a while for the other fact to actually sink in. My lips fell and my eyes got bigger. Something stirred inside me, making me suddenly nauseous and I had to swallow the lump in my throat.

"She's four years and a half..." I repeated.

Even though it was clearly not a question, I watched her as she nodded slowly, suddenly extremely serious.

"She's gonna turn five in a few months."

I pressed my hand on my mouth and held my breath, bending down slowly as i felt myself tear up. This couldn't be real. This was not happening. I had a daughter and I wasn't even aware of it, and all that seemed to flash in my mind was the fact that I didn't see her when she was born or when she walked for the first time. I wasn't there when she said her first word, and that for her, I was a total stranger. Did she even know she has a dad? A dad that would have loved her and cared for her if only he had known she existed?

"You..."

I couldn't talk, I was incredibly hurt and so many thoughts were running in my mind that I wasn't sure I could handle any at the moment.

"I am so so sorry, Niall."

I didn't want to hear her apologies, and I didn't want to hear her excuses. I just wanted to lock myself somewhere to get my thoughts and mind back into place. My vision became blurry after a few seconds and that's exactly when my daughter came back. Just thinking about those two simple words made my heart threaten to jump out of my chest.

"Mommy! Freddie broke my doll!"

It hit me so hard that it felt like someone was twisting a knife in my already open wound.

"Louis knew..."

Her head raised up at my words and her eyes opened wide as she was trying to fix the doll in her hands. Her expression betrayed her and I felt like someone had stabbed me in the stomach for a second time in the past 6 minutes.

Everything seemed to make sense suddenly. The reason why Louis would never talk about her or bring her up was obvious now. He couldn't or he would always risk to let out her secret. Lying to me was also not something he enjoyed and I guess he thought omitting something was not as bad as lying. But it was.

I closed my eyes and breathed in, trying to stop or at least calm the anger and hurt boiling inside me, but I couldn't help the feeling of loneliness flooding my body and mind. I felt sick and alone, and somehow, it felt like my ex girlfriend and my best friend had conspired in my back for the past five years.

Nothing could ever change that. Nothing could make that right. Nothing except maybe the love I already felt for a daughter I didn't even know.

HER

I knew that someday, i'd have to explain to my daughter what happened with her father, but i never thought it would happen so soon. I was slightly mad at Louis for literally pushing me into this meeting and forcing me to come face to face with Niall, but also with my own lies. I didn't understand why he did it. He could have done it years ago, why now?

I tried to push Louis out of my thoughts to focus on Niall, clearly as uncomfortable as I was, standing in front of me. I didn't remember the last time I felt so nervous and speechless, but having him so close after so long brought back memories and feelings I had tried to bury and ignore for years, and I wasn't sure I actually liked it.

He looked good, even better than in my memories, and even if I had tried to avoid him, his career and his music in the last years, looking at him after all this time still felt like home. Maybe the fact that I had a little child constantly reminding me of him helped keep the flame alive but it didn't matter. Niall was here and close, and the love I knew I had for him, even if i wouldn't admit before that it wasn't dead, was now burning my whole body and heart, threatening to leave only ashes. I'd be ready to give him my heart again even if the outcome would probably be as worse as the first time.

I felt the need to apologize for my behavior, but whenever I pronounced his name, my heart jumped in my chest. I felt like I hadn't heard it or said it outloud in so long it almost hurt to do it, but at the same time, it came so naturally and left a sweet after taste on my tongue.

A bunch of memories of when I would whimper his name rushed to my brain and made my heart jump. I could swear my cheeks turned a soft shade of red and I could try to blame it on the wine, but the thoughts made my whole body throb and my inside twist.

I always thought I had made the right choice to leave and let him live his life the way he deserved to. However, when he bent over slightly and seemed on the verge of tears, I felt incredibly guilty and bad for hiding it for so long. I could see the dimmed lights of the room make his eyes glisten and It really made me want to take him in my arms. I knew it wouldn't be a good idea so I just gave her doll back to my daughter and remained motionless, waiting for Niall to have an other reaction. Any would be good. He could even yell at me for what I had done, I wouldn't blame him. Instead. He shook his head and turned around to watch my daughter run back to the tree and he stared at her as she started playing with Freddie again.

"Louis has always known." he whispered, making me swallow an other lump of guilt with difficulty, before turning back to me. "He knew and he never told me."

"I made him promise not to tell you." I explained in a low tone, scared that my voice would crack. "I forced him. It's my fault."

It hit me that at some point, I was an important person in his life, and Louis was too. Niall had just realized that two of the persons he cared the most about had betrayed him, keeping a big and heavy secret from him, and I could understand it was hard to accept. I didn't even dare to hope he would ever forgive me.

I moved closer, placing my hand softly on his arm but he moved away and shook his head, rubbing his hand on his face for a while. He let out a few curse words and turned around, gripping his own hair and pulling on it. I shouldn't, but I felt endeared by the way he reacted, or perhaps it was simply from seeing some of his habits I was so used to see, yet had missed more than I thought.

"What's her name?" he finally asked after a few minutes, turning to me and diving his gaze into mine for a few seconds.

He looked sad and hurt and I did everything I could not to cry in front of him. For some reason, I felt like I didn't have the right to. He looked down and I swallowed again.

"Chelsea."

His head moved up roughly and he frowned. I knew he had a question burning his lips but he didn't ask. He just stared at me some more and breathed in, biting the inside of his cheek. I had never wished I could read his mind more than I did at that exact moment.

"Does she know about me?"

"She knows of you, but she doesn't know who you are."

Once again, he turned around on his heels slowly and moved back to face me, his hand holding the back of his neck. He stared at me and I couldn't hold all the tears anymore. I blinked and let a few fall down my cheeks without daring to wipe them off.

"When did you plan to tell me about her? When she'd insist more? When she'd be 18? Never?"

I didn't want to answer, and he guessed the truth because of my silence.

"Alright, never then." he said shaking his head.

I could feel he was getting angrier by the minute, but all I could focus on was the pain I heard in his voice every time his mouth would open. I would give anything to reassure him, but I knew that no matter what I did or said, it wouldn't make things better.

"I'm sorry, Niall." I whispered, making his face twist.

"Stop saying that." he almost begged before sighing extremely loud and leaving.

I watched him until he passed the door to go back to the cold weather without his coat and I shivered. I stared at the door for a few seconds until I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. I didn't have to look, I knew it was Louis, and at this point, I was way past being mad at him for setting this up. Plus, I knew he'd have it tough with Niall, he didn't need me to make things even worse.

"Why did you do that, Lou?"

My voice was weak and I felt numb as his hand slipped on my arm gently. I swallowed and closed my eyes again. I couldn't explain to Niall why I kept him away. Back then, it seemed so obvious and legitimate but now, the aspects and reality I didn't want to see five years ago were right in front of me, and didn't seem to make any sense anymore.

"Because both of you were miserable. Because I felt like he deserved to know Chelsea. Because I felt like an impostor and a bad person for knowing his daughter and spending time with her when he didn't even know she existed." he explained low and slowly. "Because deep down, I'm sure you wanted him to know."

I remained silent and avoided his eyes again. All I could do was stare at the door in hope to see Niall walk back inside. Did I want Niall to know?

"It was not my place, or my choice to make, and I'm sorry." he added. "It was none of my business and I normally don't do that. I was wrong. But I can't say I regret it."

He was right, I knew he was, but admitting that was admitting I had failed. It was admitting that I was wrong and that I deprived Niall from so many memories and time with his daughter. I brought my hand to my mouth and did my best not to start sobbing.

"I'm not mad at you, Louis." I whispered, scared that i would start crying again if i talked louder. "I just hope he can forgive me one day."

"I hope he can forgive me too."

We remained silent for a while and Louis left for about a minute, bringing me back a full glass of wine that I swallowed a bit too quickly. It felt like we waited forever but I think my heart stopped completely when the door opened again. I held my breath, feeling my heart jump once against at Niall sight, and waited until he was back in front of me, He waited until Louis had left, without even sending him a glance.

His face was impassive and I licked my lips, suddenly nervous. His simple presence made my heartbeats accelerate and if you mixed that with the guilt I felt, it was even worse. I felt like I was going to hyperventilate or pass out.

"I want to see her. I want to spend time with her. I want her to know who I am." he just let out. "And you don't have the right to refuse. Not after what you did to me."

I waited a few seconds after he was done talking and nodded gently, still staring at him.

"Of course you can see her and tell her who you are, Niall." I expressed, feeling on the verge of tears again. "I'm never gonna stop you from seeing her. You're her father, and you'll always be."

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thankyoumskobayashi · 5 years

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TGCF Snakes On a Plane AU starring Ban Yue as an orphan with a collection of 3,000 snakes which she brings with her on a journey to an orphanage. General Ke Mo is the long-suffering pilot, Pei Ming is that asshole who hits on women, Pei Su is his biologist son who is embarrassed by his very existence. Eventually Pei Su helps Ban Yue in collecting all her precious snakes and putting them back in their containers.

Xie Lian feels his bad luck caused the snakes to break loose, but San Lang (who gave him his window seat and spent the whole flight flirting with him) insists the problem is the quality of the duct tape instead. Bc there was duct tape used on the boxes.... not the smartest idea but how else is an orphan going to load 3,000 snakes on a plane????

By the end of this experience, Xie Lian's Dad Instincts have been activated, Pei Su is ready to become Ban Yue's older brother, and Ke Mo (who has a secret fear of snakes) just wants to retire so he can leave this plane forever. By the end of it, Hua Cheng has bought several things online that Xie Lian mentioned he had to do without, and even put his info in Xie Lian's phone.

Ling Wen fixed the plane in midair because she used to be a mechanic, and since knowing practical stuff like engines helps her fix the plane she saves them enough to let Ke Mo land the plane. I feel like she wouldn't panic even if snakes are falling on her, so she probably fixed the engine wearing at least 3 snakes as a scarf. Any more snakes and she'd probably put them on the nearest item so she can move around.

Also by the end of it Ling Wen wants to keep her scarf snakes bc she likes having the company. Xie Lian wants to adopt one too, but only a snake that's going to grow up small. Hua Cheng immediately orders luxury snake cages, immediately trying to curry favor with him.

Jun Wu is an old grandpa and he offers to take some of the snakes until Ban Yue finds a home. He's only ever had dogs but he'll be damned if he can't learn.

At the start of the airplane ride, Feng Xin and Mu Qing fought for the window seat in front of Xie Lian, eventually Mu Qing won. Behind them Hua Cheng smiled and pointedly offered Xie Lian his window seat. He slipped his arm around Xie Lian's shoulders and the two bickering before only turned their heads around to glare at this rando for daring to make a move on their friend.

Hua Cheng was some rich kid who was saved from a concussion when a ball from a baseball game went flying towards him at high speeds. Little Xie Lian, who was also sitting nearby and had brought a glove, reached over and caught it. He gave it to Hua Cheng with a sigh, telling him to be careful from then on. Hua Cheng had asked his name, and Xie Lian had unwittingly told him. From then on, Hua Cheng tried to unsuccessfully gain Xie Lian's attention.

They had both gotten into the same college. Hua Cheng despaired in his first year, however, groaning hopelessly among the stacks. Xie Lian, who was scribbling a paper nearby, reached over and handed the last of his snacks to this random depressed person among the bookshelves. He was obviously hungry- his stomach confirmed that- yet he gave away the last of his food with some encouraging words and returned to writing.

He didn't know how many times Hua Cheng stopped by his dorm room, awed, reverent, yet kept away by the glares of Xie Lian's roommates. They knew their friend was gay, and they knew assholes would want to date him, so they did their best to keep him from meeting Hua Cheng.

Even the handwritten note thanking Xie Lian for saving him didn't seem adequate. Hua Cheng tore it up and flopped dramatically on his bed. He'd seen Xie Lian that morning and that was enough to inspire him to keep going.

When college was over, he went back to whatever his parents wanted him to do, but it wasn't enough. He kept checking on what Xie Lian would be doing, until finally he overheard Xie Lian excitedly telling Feng Xin and Mu Qing about the trip they were going to take. So Hua Cheng could only book a ticket on the same plane trip.

Mu Qing had the nerve to snark at Hua Cheng. "Break our best friend's heart, playboy, and we'll break your face."

"Believe me, you'd have to bring me back to life to kill me a fourth time if that ever happened," Hua Cheng just laughed.

"San Lang, you're so funny," Xie Lian murmured. "How would they find your soul the 2nd time, let alone the 4th??"

"I'd die several times over before breaking your heart Gege." Hua Cheng tossed him a red stress ball with silver butterflies on it making a pattern like the stitches on a baseball. Xie Lian caught it, tracing his fingers over that unique pattern.

"Here, keep this. It's my promise to you." He stretched, yawning, curling his hand around Xie Lian's shoulder, making him go red and shift awkwardly in surprise.

Throughout the whole plane ride, Xie Lian's getting hit on by this guy who he assumes is an Airplane Rando, but Hua Cheng is talking to him like they're already close. Maybe he's just a really forward person??

Behind them is this little kid who looks scared and uncertain. She is holding her favorite pet snake and looks terrified.

Xie Lian immediately lends her a dog-eared copy of his favorite book to cheer her up. He gives out crayons, coloring books, pencils- you name it. Ban Yue is having a grand old time, coloring flowers in while she tells Xie Lian about how she's bringing all her snakes with her. By this time the snakes are escaping their boxes, but haven't reached the cabin yet.

Ban Yue loves snakes because they're chill, great listeners, and she has someone to protect. Xie Lian tells her that's wonderful, and if her favorite snake is her only one.

By this point, the snakes have found the cabin's ventilation shaft. They are free from their cardboard prison and spread out to explore this large metal box.

Pilot Ke Mo hits some turbulence. Passenger Ling Wen, who was just flipping through engine forums, slams her laptop shut as she hears something go wrong with the plane. She makes her way to the attendant and whispers a plan as the plane's nose dips unsteadily.

Xie Lian buries his face in his hands. "I knew I shouldn't have gone on this trip! Now our plane is going to crash."

"Gege won't crash, I'll protect you with my body so you'll never hit the floor," Hua Cheng draws him to his chest and murmurs comfortingly.

"Shameless!"

"Too shameless!"

"Don't listen to them, Gege. They are jealous of our love~"

Xie Lian resists the urge to ask how he can fall in love with someone he doesn't even know, when he turns around and sees Ban Yue squinting at the vents.

She holds not just her favorite snake, but two now.

"That's funny, I could have sworn I only brought this one with me. How on earth could the others..."

Screams of anger and shouts of alarm echo throughout the plane. The flight attendant had let mechanic Ling Wen have a look at the airplane, and was then notifying pilot Ke Mo of the situation. Ke Mo agreed to make gentle spirals to slow their descent and give Ling Wen time to fix things. However, he wouldn't have anticipated a snake dropping into his lap so that he'd scream and lurch the whole plane forwards!!!

Screams echo throughout the cabin; other passengers must be feeling similarly.

Xie Lian takes all his luggage out of his bag and gives it to Ban Yue for collecting her snakes in. He then picks up the snake around his neck and drops it in there. Hua Cheng immediately offers to put Xie Lian's stuff in with his own stuff. Xie Lian is grateful.

Xie Lian and Ban Yue go down the aisle collecting snakes and apologizing to the over passengers. Jun Wu is deadpan handing over his snake and asks if he can keep it.

Ban Yue is shocked but shakes her head. These are her snakes, and she knows how to take care of them thank you very much.

They continue in this way until Xie Lian is bitten by a snake. Hua Cheng runs up immediately because he "wants to suck out the venom" but Xie Lian stops him by asking what's the point of Hua Cheng also ingesting it too.

"The point is that if anything happens to you, I won't forgive myself!"

Pei Su who has been calmly reading the newspaper this whole time, clears his throat. "Actually, it doesn't have the proper markings. This snake is not venomous."

Ban Yue's eyes lit up. A fellow snake expert?

Soon Pei Su is explaining to whoever is nearby what kind of snake has just landed on them. He joins the crew going down the aisle stuffing snakes into Xie Lian's bag. Eventually, they run out of bag and Ban Yue thinks to check the duct tape on her packaging... d*mn, did the duct tape get loose again?!? She'd have to check and see. A bad feeling for that mechanic arose within her.

Meanwhile in the cockpit, Ke Mo is hollering mad and shaking with fright. "I have HAD IT up to Here with these MOTHER F*CKING SNAKES on this MOTHER F*CKING PLANE!!!" as more and more of the snakes drop from the vents. He has truly tried to stop the plane from landing right away but his stress is mounting.

Meanwhile Ling Wen is fixing the plane while covered in snakes and completely unfazed abt it. She wipes sweat off her brow and pets the snakes hanging off her arms. A look of concentration crosses her face as she adjusts some more things. "Almost there..."

THANKS FOR READING SO FAR BUT IM REALLY FUCKING TIRED. I GOT OUT ALL MY IMPORTANT PLANNING THOUGHTS SO I MIGHT ORGANIZE THIS INTO A PROPER FIC IN THE FUTURE. STAY TUNED

#ive never seen snakes on a plane but i think this is its overall plot #tian guan ci fu

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maylovexhs · 6 years

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INVISIBLE - PART 3

Author’s Note: SORRY THIS IS LATE BUT I WAS BUSY MULTITASKING WRITING ANYWAYS IM SO HAPPY YOU ALL ARE LOVING THIS SERIES SO FAR AND OF COURSE IM GOING TO CONTINUE IT! HERES PART 3! ENJOY LOVES XXX M

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“Hey Siri”

“Yes?” I heard her say.

“FaceTime Isaiah” I said as I continued to search through my shoes.

“Do you mean ‘FaceTime Isaiah My Idiot Annoying Friend?’” Siri asked.

“Yes” I answered her.

“Okay. FaceTiming Isaiah My Idiot Annoying Friend”

I grabbed my converse sneakers and walked away from closet to my bed where my phone sat. I sat down on the bed next to my phone. I started to put on my sneakers.

Isaiah, annoying? All of the time. Isaiah, an idiot? Most of the time. I hoped he wouldn’t be an idiot in this moment. As much as I hated admitting it, I needed his advice.

I was about to go have tea or coffee with Harry, Kendall and their fancy friends. Correction: I was about to go have tea or coffee with Harry, Kendall and their fancy friends meaning that Harry and Kendall will probably be all cute and flirty with each other while their friends judge me and be passive aggressive at me. I was expecting the worse and I needed someone who saw the bright side of things. That person happened to be Isaiah. I mean, who else could get me go to a party I didn’t want to go to in the first place while I had a cut lip and yet managed to get the man I liked to talk to me? Isaiah did. I needed his help. I needed a lot of his help to get me through today. The question was if he wanted to help me. He missing my past five calls pointed to no. It might be last minute but I decided to call him again. I was desperate. I was drowning in my own anxiety.

“Hola. It is I” I heard Isaiah say in a cheery tone.

I looked to my phone to see Isaiah with his Afro hair in a bun. He must have just woken up. He usually had his hair down. I picked up my phone.

“You’re finally awake I see” I commented, referring to my missed calls. “Was your phone off?”

“Yes actually” Isaiah answered. “My sleep is more important than my phone”

I gave him a fake smile.

“Well, thanks for answering last second” I said to him. “I needed your help”

“Oooh” Isaiah said, becoming intrigued. “Are you going to see Harry again?”

“Yup” I answered him. “And Kendall. And all her model high class friends” I added, becoming more sarcastic with each sentence. “This will be fun”

“Wait. . .he’s still with her?” Isaiah asked, surprised. “I thought he would leave her by now”

“Well, we’re both wrong” I told him. “Anyways I need advice. You hung out with her at the party while Harry and I got ice. What did you two talk about?”

“We didn’t” Isaiah answered. “It was only Anna and I talking. Anna left when you two came back. Kendall was just giving us weird looks. Didn’t I tell you this?”

Looks. If she gave Isaiah looks, who did practically nothing to her, what was she going to give me? I’m more to Harry than what Isaiah is.

I looked to my alarm clock that was on my bedside table. 12:34 PM. In less than thirty minutes I was about to see Harry and Kendall. I wanted to back out. I couldn’t. Harry was probably on his way here already.

“I just wanted to give her a look back” Isaiah added. “She was rude”

“Great. I can expect rude looks from her and her friends then” I said, not at all being excited.

“That’s the spirit!” Isaiah cheered me on. “You should bump into her on purpose”

I let out a chuckle.

“I’m not going to do that” I told him. “I’m too kind to. Besides Harry would probably stop talking to me then”

“I still don’t see why. I would do it” Isaiah said. “Get hot coffee on her shirt”

Before I could even respond, our FaceTime got interrupted by another call. Harry was calling.

He couldn’t be here already, could he?

“Oh my god,” I said in fear. “Harry’s calling”

“Answer him then” Isaiah said.

“I don’t want to” I said back. “I’m scared of going now”

“Answer and go Y/N” Isaiah said. “What do you have to lose? They already seen you with a cut lip”

I took a sharp exhale.

“Okay” I said. “But can you call me in an hour? I can’t spend forever there”

“Adios” Isaiah said, hanging up the call on me before he could answer.

I had nothing else to do except answer Harry’s call.

I pressed the green accept button and held the phone to my ear.

“Hi!” I said, trying to be enthusiastic. “Sorry, I answered last second. I was in the middle of something”

“Figur’ed yeh were” Harry admitted. “I’m outside. Do yeh need a moment? I could wait”

“No, no” I answered. “I’m coming down now. I’ll see you in a minute”

“Al’right. I’m right outside” Harry said. “Range Rover”

“Okay. I’m coming” I said.

I pressed the red button, ending the phone call. I looked into my bedroom’s mirror, checking myself for the last time. I think I looked good. I didn’t wear to much gloss. My mascara made my eyes pop out more. I came off as natural. My intention was to be natural. Relaxed. Not worried.

I looked down, tightening my grip on my phone. I let out a sigh.

I shouldn’t worry. What will happen, will happen. I can’t and won’t be able to change it. Can I?

To say the car ride here was me being the most nervous I ever was would be a lie. I actually talked with Harry in the car. I didn’t have to worry about offending anyone. Well, I didn’t have to worry about offending Harry. He always makes me feel safe and welcomed. It was only him and I in the car anyway, unlike here. Here, besides Harry and I, was Kendall, Jeff, Glenne, Hailey, Bella and another Harry. Harry Hudson, to be more specific.

I knew none of them. I mean, I knew who they were and what they did but I actually didn’t know them. I still didn’t understand why Harry thought it was a good idea to bring me along. Apparently, everyone else didn’t understand either. The second Harry and I stepped into Kendall’s place, everyone looked confused. Kendall crossed her arms at the sight of me. I caught a glimpse of her along as Bella, Harry Hudson and Jeff raise their eyebrows at Harry and I in shock. I understood they didn’t expect or want me here but they didn’t have to give me mean looks. They stared at me as if I was a threat, except for Hailey. Hailey came off as nice and sweet the second we met. I think she was the only one who actually didn’t mind I was here or at least I didn’t think I was invisible to her.

I sipped my cup of tea again. It must have been the twentieth time I did so in the last thirty minutes. I was that thirsty to be clear. In fact, the tea was a little bit bitter for me. I had regretted telling Harry I wanted two sugars instead of three. The tea only made the situation worse for me. I would stop drinking but I needed a distraction. Instead of looking at Harry being cuddled up by Kendall, I looked down at my cup of tea. It was a silly distraction but it helped me cope. It was certainly better than crying.

“Our wedding was everything I dreamed of” Hailey continued to gush. “We were both tearing up from happiness during the reception”

I smiled at her story. She was telling me about her and Justin’s wedding that happened two weeks ago. It was an island wedding. Everyone here beside me went. So, of course, she told me about it. I didn’t mind the story. I actually enjoyed it and was glad she was happy. It kind of gave me hope that maybe that we all could have our happily ever after. Maybe. It was a maybe for me.

“It was beautiful” Bella commented. “If it wasn’t for you two, Abel and I wouldn’t get together again after our fight”

“Wait, I thought you two were already together by then” Harry Hudson told her.

“No. We were on a little break before the wedding” Bella said. “Kenny and Harry were too”

Wait . . .Kenny and Harry as in Kendall and Harry? On break? When were they on break? I thought Kendall and Harry began to date the second she left her ex. This didn’t make sense. It didn’t make sense unless-

“You’re getting the mixed up” Kendall said to him. “I told you this before on the phone but you never listen”

“I’ll explain” Glenne interrupted. “Kendall and Harry reconnected when she had a fight with Ben. Then she broke things off with Ben and Harry and her got together”

“Told you” Kendall said to him. “Maybe you should listen next time”

Kendall looked to Harry.

“At least we found a way back to each other” Kendall said to him.

Harry smiled at her with his eyes glowing with admiration.

“We always do” He told her.

I turned my head away from them to my cup again.

I was shocked. No, I was astonished. Actually, enraged. It all made sense. It all made sense and I couldn’t believe it. Kendall cheated on her ex with Harry. Then she left him for Harry. She cheated with Harry on her ex. Harry helped her cheat. He did that. He knew that. He rather be with someone who was already with somebody than anyone else. Oh my god.

I felt my bottom lip start to tremble. I felt my eyes start to water. I felt my heart beat faster. I couldn’t cry. I couldn’t cry in front of everyone. Not now. They would immediately relate it to what was just said. I needed a moment. I needed an excuse for a moment.

“Is there a bathroom?” I asked.

Everyone looked to me. Kendall raised an eyebrow at me. She then looked to Hailey.

“Can you show her Hailey?” Kendall asked her.

“Sure” Hailey smiled.

Hailey and I got up from the couch. I followed her as she walked to the bathroom. She opened the door for me.

“Here” Hailey said. “Take your time”

“Thanks” I said to her.

I entered the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I locked it. I bursted into tears, feeling several tears roll down my cheeks. I pressed my hands against my chest, trying to gain a steady breath.

I didn’t understand Harry. How could he do something like that? He chose to be with her when with someone else. Why? Why would anyone do that? Why did he? He could have anyone else but he chose her. Her. Kendall. Why was Kendall better than anyone else? She acts rude to people she doesn’t know. She wasn’t faithful and cheated in her past relationship. She acted so privileged and ignorant at times. It made no sense why Harry would choose her. She wasn’t his type. Harry’s kind and treated people with acceptance and respect. She didn’t. Why would he be with someone like her if she didn’t share his ideals? Why?

I looked into the bathroom mirror. My cheeks were flushed out red with my eyes almost bloodshot. My mascara was starting to run down my face. I had to stop crying. I couldn’t go back out with mascara on my face. I had to fix it. Thank god for Kendall being a model, she left the makeup remover wipes on her shelves. I grabbed some and started to wipe away the mascara stains on my cheeks. I couldn’t stay here anymore. I couldn’t afford to allow myself to cry in the bathroom again. Especially, not in Kendall’s apartment. I had to find a way to leave. I needed an excuse. My family, I thought. Harry knew I had a niece and nephew. He knew how close I must be with them. He could not force me to stay when I have to take care of them in a case of an family emergency. He had to let me go, especially when I would have an Uber outside waiting for me.

I carefully wiped the ruined mascara under my eye off. I could lie about my bloodshot eyes and puffy cheeks and say my allergies were acting up. I quickly threw away the used makeup wipes and took my phone out of my back pocket. I unlocked it. I ordered an Uber for myself quickly. I had four minutes until it would be here. Four minutes. Four minutes I had to explain why I had to leave.

I unlocked the door and exited the bathroom. I managed keep my breathing at a steady breath as I walked towards the living room. The sound of laughter made me more anxious of what I was about to say. Before I could say anything, Harry, Hailey and Bella looked to me. Harry and Hailey instantly became concerned at the sight of me. To my surprise, Harry removed himself from Kendall’s arms and got up from the couch, rushing over to me. Hailey got up from the couch too and did the same as me. Kendall stood up as well. She remained behind Harry with her arms crossed. The rest were either too hesitant or confused to do anything.

“Yeh okay?” Harry asked me. “Yeh look like yeh were crying”

“I am” I said. “It’s just my allergies flaring up” I lied.

Kendall squinted her eyes at me.

“Allergies?” Hailey asked. “How bad are your allergies are that it made your eyes red?”

I forced out a chuckle, trying to go on with my lie.

“Very bad” I answered her. “I have to go anyways”

“Yeh have to leave?” Harry asked, sounding a bit hurt. “Yeh just got here”

“It’s a family emergency” I said. “My sister has some sort of virus and wants to go to the hospital. So I have to take care of her kids”

“Ugh, that sucks” Hailey commented. “I was just getting to know you”

“It does” I admitted. “Sorry”

“Maybe Harry could bring you along to the Gucci afterparty later this week” Hailey suggested. “I’ll be there”

Kendall’s eyes widened at Hailey in shock.

“Umm Hail,” Kendall protested. “I don’t think Y/N would want to be dragged to that. It’s crazy there and she wouldn’t know anyone”

Harry looked to Kendall, then to me and finally looked to Hailey.

“I think that’s a good idea, Hailey” Harry said, disagreeing with Kendall. “And she knows us. We’re all friends”

“It’s exclusive though” Kendall pointed out to him. “It’s a miracle you even got in, H”

“Yeah but it said on the card I could bring someone” Harry told her.

Kendall stepped back away from Harry. She raised her eyebrows and looked to Bella. Something told me that wasn’t a good sign. Harry looked to me. His green eyes intimidated me more and more with each passing second.

“Will yeh?” Harry asked me. “Will yeh come with me’h?”

I didn’t know what to say. Yes, if I wanted to still be friends with him despite knowing I will get hurt again and knowing what he had done with Kendall. No, if I wanted to ruin our friendship and him to question my true feelings for him. Both options seemed equally worse.

“I have to think about it” I said to him. “I have to go. My ride is outside. Bye”

I walked away from Harry and Hailey before they could hug me or say goodbye. I walked out of Kendall’s apartment and headed to the elevator. I let out a deep breath.

I’m in love with a cheater. What was wrong with me?

#hs au #hs fanfic #hs fanfiction #harry styles au #harrystyles au #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #harrystylesimagine #hs imagines #hs imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fic #harry styles one shot #hs one shot #invisible maylovexhs

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beeanders-blog1 · 6 years

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HEAVEN’S LIGHT || BELAIR

TAGGING: @beeanders and @elliegilbert

LOCATION: Blair’s apartment, Thursday, April 27th, 4am, pre-BOTB

NOTES: After a rough couple of days, Ellie seeks comfort in an unlikely place. This thread is complete!

ELLIE GILBERT

Two days. Ellie had ignored the phone calls and the text messages and everything in between for nearly two days before she felt herself crumbling. She glanced at the clock, seeing the red numbers blaring back that was it was nearing 4 in the morning but that didn't stop Ellie's feet from moving to the door, grabbing a black hooded sweatshirt that she would typically never be caught dead in. As the tears started falling down her cheeks, her hardly even noticed as her footsteps hurried to the one destination she wasn't even sure why she was going. Her knuckles knocked against the familiar door and it wasn't until Blair opened the door that she even realized she was crying. "I know it's late. But you told me... Y-you told me that... That um," Ellie was fumbling and tumbling through every single word that she was trying to get through, but to no avail. "I didn't... I don't..."

BLAIR ANDERSON

Blair hadn't been sleeping much lately, and as she tossed and turned in her bed, she had finally found some kind of relief. Tina was away on a trip for work, and in the meanwhile, Blair hated being home alone in the apartment. When the clock ticked to 3:30am, she slowly got up and made herself a cup of mint tea, hoping it would settle her stomach and relax her enough. She felt herself drifting off until, in a daze, she heard a knock at the door. Everything said not to open it, and that this situation had serial killer written all over it, but she quickly went to the door and was beyond surprised to see Ellie there, clad in a sweatshirt with puffy eyes. "It's late," Blair agreed, nodding her head in complete concern. "But I'm here. Come in," she stepped to the side and immediately thought better of it, pulling Ellie's taller frame into a hug. "What's going on?" Blair asked, biting down on her lower lip in worry. "Are you okay?"

ELLIE GILBERT

Everything told her to back away, but the moment she felt Blair's arms around her body, she felt herself crumbling even worse than she ever thought she could. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and she buried her face in the fabric of Blair's shirt. "I'm never going to... be good enough." Her voice was pathetic and Ellie knew the moment that she was on stage in front of Blair, she was going to regret every stupid word she was about to say. She was the poised, confident, glitter queen of BOTB but this? This was a shell of a person, but Ellie didn't know how to stop it. She pulled back suddenly, unsure of how in the world she was supposed to handle something like that. "We broke up. Sookie and I... we..." Ellie felt the panic rising once more as she started wiping the tears from her eyes, trying to fix something unfixable.

BLAIR ANDERSON

Ah. A breakup. A feeling Blair knew all too well. A feeling she knew too well at this point, because she's running out of fingers to count the number of people who have completely abandoned her lately. The online therapist she's been talking to has told her that one way she can think kinder thoughts to herself is through pretending she's speaking to a friend. Well, Ellie's her friend -- and apparently, they're much better friends than Blair has realized -- and despite the words that Ellie's speaking, Blair knows that they aren't true. "Come here," Blair sighed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She leads Ellie, one arm wrapped awkwardly around her torso (Ellie is much, much taller than she is) and sits her down on the couch. Blair disappears into the kitchen for a moment and returns seconds later with a steaming mug of chamomile tea that she's added a spoon of honey and dash of cinnamon to. Blair sets the tea on the coffee table to cool and then places herself on the couch next to Ellie. "I'm sorry that you and Sookie broke up," Blair begins gently, knowing that there's nothing she can really say to make this any better. "And I know this isn't what you want to hear right now, but I disagree with you. You're plenty good enough. You're wonderful, and someday, you'll be the right kind of wonderful for someone who deserves everything you are."

ELLIE GILBERT

If she were being honest, she wasn’t sure why she was in Blair’s apartment. It made more sense to travel to Kate’s or Calli’s or god forbid down the hall to Nicola’s apartment (she wasn’t ready for that load of self loathing for confiding in the girl). However, she was at Blair’s and her confusion about that spoke wonders. As they traveled further into the apartment and Ellie was left to her own devices for a brief moment, she tried to gather herself. But she couldn’t. She had spent too many hours trying to calm herself down and submit to a much stronger mindset than she was actually capable of. “Thank you,” Ellie mumbled, shock lacing her voice. Maybe she subconsciously always knew Blair would be good with comforting her and that’s why she was here. As she spoke, Ellie could feel slow tears falling down her cheeks at the kind words and she just shook her head in defense. “I’m not the one who deserves good. Sookie does. I’ve... twice, Blair.” Ellie’s words hardly made sense in her own mind. Two breakups where both parties are left feeling like hell on earth was speaking loudly in her mind. “I’m sorry. I should... I should just go. You don’t... need this shit.”

BLAIR ANDERSON

“Don’t go,” Blair immediately put a hand on her knee, in a gesture that was a little more intimate than what they were used to. “Ellie, it’s okay. It’s okay to be upset about this. Trust me, I get it. The feeling like you aren’t good enough for the person you love? Like they deserve better than what you are? Like someone else out there, or even very close to them, is what they need, and you’re not?” Blair shook her head, biting down on her lower lip. “Yeah. I get that. Trust me, I get that. I know what you feel right now, Ellie, and I’m so sorry that you and Sookie broke up, but you can’t think like that. Nobody is a perfect angel in anything. The blame can’t only be on you for the relationship.”

ELLIE GILBERT

The more Blair was talking, the more Ellie was realizing that her words were downright calling on Ellie and Kate’s close... friendship throughout the duration of their relationship. Her head hung low as she spoke, immediately feeling a mismatched taste of guilt in her mouth. “Im so sorry,” Ellie stated, her voice soft and broken as she sniffles, trying her hardest to gain some composure and save face later on. After all, Battle of the Bands was in just over 12 hours. “I never... I don’t want to be the kind of person who makes people feel this way. And I’m sorry that I was so... awful during... stuff.” Ellie groaned in frustration, finding an emotional stunting happening even outside of her relationship with Sookie. Feelings and emotions and communicating were the hardest things for her. “I just... can I leave? After everything you don’t... you don’t need this. Seriously. I’m okay, I promise.” Ellie patted Blair’s hand in the weakest of ways before she was taking a sip of the tea in hand to show her appreciation for such an act.

BLAIR ANDERSON

“Stop it,” Blair said softly, wrapping her arms around Ellie’s torso. “I didn’t say it because of that. It wasn’t meant to make you apologize to me. I said it because it’s completely a normal and rational thing to feel when your relationship ends.” Sighing, Blair took a sip of her own tea. “Please, don’t go.” She reassured Ellie. “Come on. Self pity doesn’t look good on you, and that’s saying something since everything else does.” With a soft smile, Blair tried to change the mood to some extent, or to at least get Ellie to smile. “Stop apologizing, seriously. I would have slammed the door in your face if I didn’t want to help. Tina’s not home and even if she was, I wouldn’t turn you away. I can’t.”

ELLIE GILBERT

Ellie sighed softly, knowing that Blair was right in the moment. Everyone was supposed to feel like a trash can after a break up. That was the entire point of things. She brought the cup to her lips, taking a sip before she was cracking a close lipped smile as she heard Blair's words. It was slowly starting to make sense why she had run to the aid of the girl sitting next to her. "You're good at this, y'know," Ellie started before she was leaning over, placing a soft, chaste kiss against Blair's cheek. She wasn't sure why, but she tacked it to the fact that she was hardly thinking about much of anything other than self deprecating comments about herself and her decisions to end her relationship. "Thank you." Ellie's tone toe the line of a very serious one before she was shrugging her shoulders. "I just... I feel like a whole load of shit right now and I couldn't... I've secluded myself for what...? Almost two weeks? I can't do that anymore. I need attention to live." Ellie laughed, the sound sounding displaced from the moment before she was huffing in frustration.

BLAIR ANDERSON

Blair felt her cheek burn as ellie kissed it, and that woke her up quite a bit. It wasn’t the first time ellie had kissed her, but for some reason, that held a lot more weight with Blair than their previous drunken make out session. “It’s okay,” Blair reassured her, holding her a little closer. “You needed to do what you needed to do. It happens. You’re here now, and that’s all that matters, alright, Tinkerbelle?” With a slight laugh, she ran her hands up and down Ellie’s shoulders. “I just want to make you feel better, if I can. Whatever I can do.”

ELLIE GILBERT

"Tinkerbell has her fairy dust. My fairy dust can just be glitter," Ellie said with a confident nod of her head. It was easy to let herself be easygoing with Blair, and while it confused her, Ellie wasn't about to question things. She had just lost the most important person in her life; she wasn't about to start turning everyone away from her. Not anymore, at least. Ellie sighed before she was shaking her head and taking a deep breath as she focused on the repetition of Blair's movements on her shoulders. "You already are. Swear it. Can I just... can I crash here?" Her tone was quizzical as she shrugged her shoulders, wanting more than anything to avoid her apartment. There were too many memories that she was allowing herself to become suffocated on.

BLAIR ANDERSON

“Glitter it is,” Blair nodded in agreement, wishing she had some kind of glitter to shower Ellie in, at any rate. “Do you want to take a bath or something to relax you? I have a glitter bath bomb. I think it honorarily belongs to you, anyway.” Smiling, Blair didn’t cease her movements, tracing circles on Ellie’s back. “Of course you can crash here. I’ll even make breakfast in the morning. We’re gonna need our strength for tomorrow...” with a sigh, Blair didn’t really feel in the mood for Battle of the Bands. “And you need your rest, El.” Before she could think better of it, Blair asked, “hey, what does ellie stand for, anyway?”

ELLIE GILBERT

"I'll pass. But just for tonight and just because it's close to 5am. The next time I sleep over, yeah?" Ellie stated, her tone pathetically reaching a sense of hopefulness. She knew that her and Blair weren't the greatest friends, but as of lately, it felt like there was a shift in the breeze to going towards a better place. She hoped there were nights in their future of them spending more than just early morning or drunken hours together. "Thank you. Just... thank you a lot." Ellie said, sinking down into the couch as she felt a wave of exhaustion come over her body. Everything was hitting her now. She had forgotten how easy it was to relax in the company of another. "Eleanor." She sighed as the name left her mouth, immediately hating it.April 27, 2018

BLAIR ANDERSON

“Next time,” Blair nodded in agreement, suppressing a yawn as she relaxed back against the couch, taking ellie along with her. The fact that they both even considered a next time in the midst of such chaos was definitely something that didn’t slip by Blair. She remembered feeling nervous to even walk into Glam Central for Warblette rehearsal, and now Ellie had an open invitation to her door. “You don’t have to thank me,” Blair reassured her softly, as her fingers traveled to stroke through Ellie’s hair. “That’s what friends are for, right?” At the sound of Ellie’s real name, Blair couldn’t help but smile. “Eleanor. I like it, but I can see why you wouldn’t. You’d think it’s not very rock and roll, but Eleanor Rigby might disagree with me...”

ELLIE GILBERT

Friends. A concept that was still hard for Ellie to understand, especially whenever it came to someone like Blair whom she used to detest more than anyone. “Right,” she said with a small smile as she felt her eyes growing heavier at Blair playing her hair. If there was one thing that could endlessly calm her down and bring a soothing hold over her, it was having her hair played with. That’s why Ellie wasn’t shocked whenever she felt her body sliding down farther, using Blair’s leg as a pillow for herself as she cozied up next to her. It was the softest thing Ellie had done in a long while, but she was heartbroken and just... broken in all ways. She needed comfort and she didn’t care where or how she got it. “Eleanor Rigby is cooler than me.” She said with a slight laugh before rolling her eyes once more. She hated her name.

BLAIR ANDERSON

Blair never thought she’d see the day where she considered Ellie to be a friend. Ellie was the enemy and always had been— especially when it came to Kate. They had spent so long at odds, and Blair wasn’t blind to the fact that Ellie and Kate were both single. “I don’t know about that, Len.” Blair tapped her twice on the shoulder, before returning her fingers to move gently through her hair. “I think you’re the coolest person I know. Most talented, too.”

ELLIE GILBERT

Ellie couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across her lips, feeling her ego being boosted even in her heartbroken state. “Yeah?” She nibbled her lower lip before she was sighing, feeling ease take over her. She would have to keep in mind that Blair was good whenever it came to these things. She wasn’t forceful with making Ellie speak about her issues and was willing to do whatever in her power to make a friend feel better. “If it matters, you’re definitely my favorite right now.” Her tone was light and drowsy sounding as she felt her eyelids growing heavier. “I like when you call me Len.”

BLAIR ANDERSON

“Yeah,” Blair nodded, beaming at Ellie. If there was one thing that made her feel better, it was helping others to feel better. Only the performing bug could make her feel like she was worth something. “Right now,” Blair laughed, but tried to keep it soft, as she could see that Ellie was drifting off to sleep. “I guess I’ve got a lot of competition to stay as your favorite.” She was very pleased with herself, and the new nickname she’d given her friend. “Then I’m going to call you Len forever.”

ELLIE GILBERT

Ellie smirked, her lips curling lazily as she exhaled a soft laugh. She was glad her jokes were at least landing. She was never one to being exceptionally open with her admiration and appreciation for people, after all. “Oh just loads of competition. Watch out,” she state, her tone bordering sarcasm as she sighed. Her biggest fan was already pushed out of her life so the whole competition for her attention was running rather dry now. “Forever? Should I start making the friendship bracelets now?” Ellie chuckled again before she was shifting her body to become more comfortable, sighing happily as she found it. “You’re good, Bee. Good and reliable. I need that.” She wasn’t even sure what she was saying anymore as the sleepiness took over her brain.

BLAIR ANDERSON

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Blair tried to keep the conversation up, because she knew that they could easily go into a conversation that Blair wanted nothing to do with. I’m a Slytherpuff,” Blair reassured her, keen on to let her know that she was loyal but also ambitious. “So If I want to command and demand attention, I will.” With a smile, she was glad that at some point they could tease each other. “I’m right here, okay? Not going anywhere. You’re safe here, okay? And you can come whenever you want....”April 28, 2018

ELLIE GILBERT

Ellie couldn’t help the smile on her lips as she felt herself going slowly into sleep. It was easy for her to feel at ease around her, which was odd and off putting in some ways. “You’ll get all the attention,” she said, a yawn taking over her as she sighed and reached up enough to pull her hood to a more comfortable position where she was laying. While she would deny everything in the morning, she was comfortable as she cuddled into the side of Blair. Before long, she was closing her eyes entirely and letting sleep taking over her.

#post: ellie #post: all #post #ellie #post: heaven's light

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luffysfakebeard · 7 years

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hi!! i don't know if you're taking prompts (so if you're not, ignore this!!) but i saw a text post a trillion years ago that was like "imagine your otp meeting in a 7am lecture and one of them is pouring redbull into their coffee and looks straight at the other and says 'im going to die' and just drinks the whole thing" and ever since i started watching skam this reminded me of something isak would definitely do. aaaanywayyy, i love your fics, keep writing and being awesome!

The Study Buddy; 2070 words[AO3]

It was Even’s firm belief that whoever scheduled a guest speakerat 7.15AM on a Monday deserved to have hellfire rain down upon them. Hewasn’t even sure why he said he’d go; when one of his lecturer’s the previousThursday had told the class that there was a speaker on Monday that they mightfind interesting Even had made a note of it even though it was optional.

Maybe he was losing his mind. He had chosen to go to a 7.15 talk.

He couldn’t even remember what the lecturer had said it was about; just that it could be interestingand might help some of them gain some insight for their film projects. That had probably been what pushed him to go,because as much as Even loves his eight hours of sleep he wanted his film to beperfect more.

When Even walked into the lecture hall at almost 7.10 there wereabout a dozen students scattered around, which was honestly more than he wasexpecting to see. He chose a seatsomewhere in the middle and slumped down, quickly biting the inside of hischeek to silence the whine he wanted to let out.

The plastic chair was Baltic. Despite it being mid-November – in Norway– he was pretty sure that the heating wasn’t on yet. The pipes were creaking and groaning, though,and he realised that the heating was probably only just coming on now to get upto a pleasant temperature at 8AM when normal lecture times start.

Great. The guy in here after me will probably betoasty warm while I’ll be a fucking ice sculpture, Even thought sullenly. He was pretty sure he could feel his lips pushing into a grumpy pout asthe cold from the chair seeped through his clothes and bit at his skin.

He put his travel mug down on the floor and struggled out of hismittens – it was cold, alright? and everyoneknows that mittens are warmer than gloves Even will defend his mittens with hisdying breath – and was just getting his notepad out when he saw him.

Him being a completely frazzled looking student – maybe a year ortwo Even’s junior – stumbling through the door. He looked like he was wearing about ten layers underneath his huge coat,and Even could see snow caught in the fold of his beanie. Like most of the students there the boy camein armed with coffee; his hands – which looked snug as fuck in a pair of mittens, Even noticed – were clutching onto alarge take away cup from the nearby coffee shop as if it was the only thingtethering him to reality.

Even picked up his travel mug and took a sip as he watched theboy stumble into a seat and flop down onto it like a dead fish. And wow, Even had thought he was bad at mornings. There were probably corpses that woke upbetter than this kid.

Although he doubted any corpse was as pretty as this boy.

Even felt blessed to have seen such a pretty face. He didn’t feel quite so salty about this bloody early morning guest speaker now.

He watched with interest as the boy set his coffee downreluctantly and wiggled some layers off. Even counted a coat, a scarf, the mittens, and a bulky jumper before theboy decided that was quite enough outwear to remove. The boy was left in a big hoodie that Evenwas sure was soft as fuck to the touch and probably concealed three more shirts underneath.

The angel clearly felt the cold.

Even empathised. His asswas already numb from his stupid frozen chair and he’d barely been in it twominutes. He took another pull from hiscoffee to try to warm himself up from the inside out before the speaker showedup and he’d be expected to concentrate and take notes and all that bullshitrequired of students.

And, okay, the thing is…Evendidn’t mean to watch the kid. It’s just that he was sat directly in Even’s line of sight and hisface was so pretty that Even just couldn’t bring himself to look around at theother bland exhausted faces in the room or pretend to try to read the leaflets onthe pin board.

So when the guy proceeded to pull a huge can of Red Bull out of his snow dusted backpack it wasn’t likeEven could look away. He watched as theguy popped the lid off his take away cup and immediately the smell of strongcoffee permeated the air.

Even perked up a little just from the smell. He drank a little bit more of his own coffee,but what the boy did next made Even freeze in place.

Even watched in horror as the kid cracked open the Red Bull,took a few long pulls from his coffee to make room in the mug, and then pouredthe entirety of the energy drink into his coffee. He put the lid back on his cup and swirled itaround a little.

It was then that the boy glanced around.

And, of course, he caught Even staring straight at him with a horrifiedlook in his eyes and his lips still around his travel mug.

“I’m probably gonna die. But who wants to live at this time in the morning anyway?” The kidshrugged. And then, in what Even couldonly assume was a power move to assert his dominance, the kid drank the entirecontents of the large cup while maintaining eye contact with Even who was stillparalysed with shock.

It was only when the kid finished his poisonous concoction andturned his back on Even that Even regained control over his body. He lowered his mug away from his mouth, forsome reason put off the idea of caffeine completely. He wasn’t a massive caffeine consumer ingeneral; he was pretty sure his skin was buzzing just from watching that kid neck so much caffeine at once.

It was one of the most disgusting things Even had ever seen.

He’d worked as a barista throughout secondary school and knew hewas a bit of a coffee snob because of it, but the kid’s blatant disregard forhis coffee offended some part of Even purely on principle.

But fuck if he couldn’t stop thinking about it or watching thatboy. The guest speaker came in and Evenbarely noticed. All of his attention wason the caffeine addict a few rows ahead of him.

Much to his surprise, the kid didn’t drop dead of a massive heartattack. In fact, the kid was morefocused than Even was; he was watching the speaker and taking notes and noddinga little every now and then.

Even, on the other hand, wasn’t listening to a thing the speakerwas saying because he was transfixed by a curl of golden hair that had escapedfrom under the back of the boy’s beanie.

Curiosity was killing him.

The more he looked at the boy, the more he wanted to know. Did he have no taste buds? How tired do you have to be to combine coffeeand Red Bull? What makes you even consider combining those things? What was his name? What was he studying that could be relevantto the guest speaker? Why had Even notnoticed him around when he looked like an angel? How had he not blinked once while he made eyecontact with Even and drank that monstrosity?

Even needed answers,dammit!

It was only when the boy slouched down to grab his backpack andthen stood up that Even realised the talk was over.

And he hadn’t heard a single word of it.

At that moment he realised a few things in quick succession.

1. He got up at 6AM to listen to a guest speaker and instead ogledthe back of a pretty boy’s head for 90 minutes

2. He had nothing to show for the last 90 minutes of his life. No notes, no photos of the board on hisphone, nothing.

3. He needed to do something fastto make it look like he’d actually been paying attention to that talk becausethe boy was looking over his shoulder and Even still had his blank notebook onhis lap.

4. Impossibly, the boy looked even prettier from the front.

Even slammed his notebook shut and practically threw it into hisbag, almost knocking his half full travel mug over in his haste. He grabbed the mug as it wobbled beforegetting to his feet, swinging his backpack over one shoulder and stretching hisback. An hour and a half in the chairfrom hell hadn’t done him any favours he thought as his spine cracked andpopped.

He chanced a glance over at the boy as he finished his stretchand was surprised to find amused hazel eyes staring directly at him.

“Yes?” Even quirked an eyebrow.

“You know I could feel you staring holes through my skull thewhole time, right?” The boy raised an eyebrow right back.

Well.

Fuck.

Even had no idea how to respond to that.

“Aren’t you going to ask my name or something?” The boy promptedand Even’s brain finally caught up with him.

“I normally ask interesting people out for coffee, but I thinkyou’ve had enough caffeine for a week.” He replied smoothly. Satisfaction welled up in his chest at thepink blush that dusted the boy’s pale cheeks.

“So is this you notasking me out?” There was definitely a little tinge of disappointment in theboy’s voice, Even was sure of it.

“This is me saying that if you have any more caffeine you willprobably die. How about breakfastinstead?” Even smiled his best smile. Hewasn’t blind; he knew he ticked a lot of the boxes of ‘how to be good lookingin the west’ and he wasn’t afraid to use that to his advantage if the situationcalled for it.

And getting to know a cute boy definitely called for it.

“Breakfast sounds good.” The kid smirked. “You probably owe me a meal after all thatstaring.” He added casually as he turned away and walked towards the door.

“You started it!” Even protested as he followed him out into thecrisp cool morning.

“You were already staring at me when I looked around actually.”The boy looked so fucking smug. Theworst part was that Even couldn’t even argue, because it was true.

He had been looking at the kid since he walked through the door.

“Are you going to tell me your name or what?” Even huffed. He knew he sounded grumpy, like a sore loser,but the kid just laughed.

“Isak. I’m Isak. And you? What name should I be putting on my sexual harassment report?” Isakteased.

“Seriously? It was earlyand I was tired and there was a pretty boy, I just sort of zoned out and youwere right in front of me.” Even grumbled. He was still turning the name over in his head; desperate to roll itaround his mouth and see how it tasted.

“Do you stare at allthe pretty boys for an hour and a half?”

“Only the reallypretty ones.” Even winked, taking pleasure in the way Isak flushed all the wayup to the tips of his ears. He hadn’tput his beanie back on and snow was drifting into his hair. He looked like a renaissance painting.

“Come on then, I’ve told you my name. Who are you, huh?” Isak prompted and Evenshot a cheeky grin over at him.

“Even. Even Bech Næsheim. Your future boyfriend.”

“Wow.” Isak snorted. “Ican’t tell if my heart’s beating so fast from the caffeine or from your totallyromantic introduction.” He rolled his hazel eyes and Even swore he fell alittle bit in love with this sassy boy there and then.

“Hey, if you have a heart attack at breakfast we’ll probably getit for free.” Even winked.

“I can already feel my heart outside of my body; let’s not jinxit, hmm?”

“I still can’t believe you drank that in one go.” Even shook hishead in disbelief, pushing the café door open and letting Isak in.

“I call it the Study Buddy.”

“You’ve done that more than once?!”

#Gael writes #G writes Evak #SkamFWN #Evak AU #Isak Valtersen #Even Bech Næsheim #university AU #first meeting #Anonymous

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