Friday DE

[bjornwilde]

I had something, I know I did, but it’s gone to the aether. 

Fic Friday. You know what to do.

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[ceitfianna]

Its been an odd week. *eyes past fic Fridays* I'll try and write and might go back and hit some older ones.

Cassian Andor
Quentin
Sameth
Demeter

[bjornwilde]

Cassian - Look3

Quentin - Dewy Fields

Sameth - Oyster

Demeter - Birds of Passage

In it together

[childofrebellion]

"Look at me," Cassian said, his voice as firm and solid as the ground under his feet. He rested a hand on Hep's shoulder.

The young Mon Cala trembled and met Cassian's eyes, "I'm not scared."

"Nothing wrong with being afraid, if you weren't then you wouldn't be safe." It was something he'd said what felt like too many times, "You have to learn to use that fear to pay attention and be aware."

"Like swimming in the kelp, I can do that." Hep's voice had more confidence and Cassian allowed himself a small smile of reassurance.

[heatherandsteel]

It didn't matter the time of year, the park around Shadowed Hills always had a touch of dew on it. On cold morning, Quentin wished for the frost that crackled under his feet back home. He knew when the seasons changed instead of relying on the color of the sky.

[makesthings]

The shell cracked open as Sameth twisted his knife right and laughed as the oyster juice got on him. He heard his father's matching laugh beside him and smiled. The waves crashed on the rocks below them as he slurped the oyster and closed his eyes to listen to the sea.

"This was a good idea," His father said, "We should bring some up."

"I think we've got enough to do that," Sameth opened his eyes to look at the full basket of oysters. "But I'm not shucking all of them."

"No, only the ones you want to eat."

That seemed fair and Sameth cracked open another one.

[bjornwilde]

I'll go with a few and see what happens:

Ahsoka Tano
Ben Hargreeves
Viv Vision
Jessica Drew

and bonus:
Kady Orloff-Diaz (The Magicians tv series)

[ceitfianna]

Ahsoka-found my way
Ben-game night
Jessica-new recruits

[amiable_horror]

Game nights at rehab usually sucked. Not that most of his existence didn't suck, what with Klaus being the only one he could interact with. But when Klaus played games with the other people being treated, it tended to be more Klaus playing games on the other people since he'd push Ben to help him cheat.

Some nights Ben would give the wrong answers. Holding up fingers that added together to seven when everyone was playing Twenty-One instead of flashing something for the King and Ace the player was actually holding. Klaus' frustration these times was fun, but Ben had to be careful to mix enough right truth that Klaus wouldn't know when to believe him.

Still, it beat playing against Klaus since Ben couldn't even pick up the cards.

[childofrebellion]

They're such brothers. I love this.

[skyhigh_seance]

Hit me with your best shot.

Also, sorry for disappearing, work has been... special, and my basement is trying to turn into a swimming pool. I've been stress-binging Queer Eye.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

I hope things get better for you soon! Or at the very least, that your basement lets go of its aspirations towards an amateur production of Waterworld.

For a prompt: "I am the Eggman, I am the Walrus."

[skyhigh_seance]

Klaus wished he'd never watched that stupid Disney movie. Never mind it reminded him of a bad trip, that whole Walrus character was was just a little too familiar.

And speaking of bad trips...

"No, no, nononono Ben, Ben we have to stay in the ocean, we should've... we should've stayed, Ben..." Klaus, completely disassociated from the real world where an EMT is trying (and failing) to get his attention, is frantically trying to inform the only brother (fellow baby oyster?) he can spot. The can't go with the Walrus, they shouldn't have gone, they went and just look at all the broken empty shells left behind...

[amiable_horror]

The Eyes of Others

[skyhigh_seance]

Klaus has known he looks completely mad since he first saw ghosts.

He knew it when he was small, when his father ordered that Grace perform a full psych evaluation (he learned at least two new words that day) when he was caught playing hopscotch with his new friend that no one else could see.

He knew it when he'd interrupted a class discussion to relay a funny story he'd just heard and gotten a sharp 'Stop goofing around, Number Four' from Number One.

He knew it when, on late-night (and oh-so-early-morning) escapes from the mansion, the people he'd been partying with had demanded to know why he wasn't giving them some of whatever he was on when he forgot himself and watched the movement of ghosts across the room.

He knew it when, tired and hungry and frustrated he'd whirled on a particularly shriek-y ghost and demanded that it shut the fuck up already at a bus stop and everyone (except the ghost) had gone completely silent, backing away.

He knew it the first time he overheard a doctor mention 'schizophrenia' to Diego, one of the few times his brother came and got him from the ER, before he learned more efficient ways of signing himself out AMA.

But that was fine, sure, it's fine, for most people they'd all be right, you know? Just because an assumption is wrong doesn't mean it wasn't a bad guess.

He knows it the first time he has a full-on flash-back-panic-attack combo in front of Ben, screaming that he'll be good, he'll be good, just let him out, please.

That's... less than okay. And no. He doesn't want to talk about it.

[bjornwilde]

oh fuck....damn that was right in the feels.

[skyhigh_seance]

I bet that day was just sunshine and giggles, yo. And Ben would have to pry out the full story with a crowbar.

[childofrebellion]

That's a lot of problems at once, I hope your basement can get sorted out and work gets better.

New uniform

[skyhigh_seance]

"Get this man a pair of pants!" It'd been howled in his ear barely moments after he arrived, his head still full of cotton wool from time travel, still a sloppy, exhausted mess from his marvelous time with the psychotic assassins. Clothes had been forced onto him, all in various shades of army green, with a helmet just to round out the look. Lord knows it wouldn't actually do anything for protection - this get-up can't stop a mosquito, never mind a bullet.

Never mind something bigger.

And he'd been prepared to hate it. To be scrambling to get back to the shambles of that disaster he called a life, despite that gorgeous view he'd gotten of Dave's abs the moment he'd arrived.

But during that first day, he found friendship. Like, bizarely, real friendship - these guys thought that he was nuts, but who wasn't out here? They'd bitched about the training camp in the States sending over half-baked untrained guys, and he hadn't had the heart to tell them he'd never seen the inside of one of those camps.

He'd found loyalty, guys who would come back for him when he got pinned down, guys who listened to him when he said to go left instead of right even if they didn't understand how he knew.

He'd found kindness, guys who got angry on his behalf when in the midst of telling some story he let slip just how much his childhood had sucked. Guys who got especially angry on his behalf when he hadn't understood why they were angry. Guys who vowed that he was not going back ever to his previous home, that he was going back with them.

He found love. Dave, of course, that's a given, but other, everyday love, the kind a family is supposed to have.

So sue him if he grew inordinately fond of that particular shade of green.

[childofrebellion]

Oh Klaus, I love that and how complex his time in the army was.

[skyhigh_seance]

Oh good lord, I'm hoping Season 2 explores this, because I am HERE for Klaus and his found family of army buddies.

Until I have ALL the fanfic. :D