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[thefishermansfavour]

Part 3.1

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[theotter99]

Uncovering Fables

Chapter 1 Part 3.1 

As Maria finished reading, she slowly stepped back from the scroll and she glanced around. As darkness fell over her eyes, I knew that she was expecting something to jump out of the shadows and eat us but nothing did.

I looked between Maria and the scroll, my body trembling. When I tried to speak, the words were caught in my throat. I quickly swallowed my fear and stared at Maria. “W-What? What happened next? It just can’t end with ‘Hopefully I will return to bring good-‘and it stops. Please, it can’t. Maria… what happened next? He got out of it okay, right?”

Maria stared at me, trying to find the right words. “It… It ends there.” When she saw my look of fear, she quickly backtracked on her words. “B-But I bet they’re fine. It stopped because at that very moment, the researcher looked over and noticed the deadly creature at the foot of the cave! The researcher quickly backed away as monster jumped out at him and swiped his deadly claws at him, splattering blood everywhere! But the man wouldn’t go down that easily. They started a battle to the death where only one will win! It was long and gruesome but eventually the researcher came out on top and defeated the beast! And because of this… everyone congratulated him and gave him the recognition he deserved and everyone was okay. And the beast is-“

Before Maria could finish her attempt to help me feel better, something trembled above us. The two of us stared at the roof, trying to figure out what happened as some loose pebbles in the roof lodged itself out and fell to the ground, bouncing.

As a chill went down my spine, Maria continued to speak, quieter this time. “And even if that didn’t happen. That monster is dead. He couldn’t have survived all of these years so we’re safe.”

“A-Are you sure?”

Maria slowly nodded and I took a few steps towards her to give her a giant hug as my body shuck.  

Maria hugged back tightly, and as I slowly looked up at her, I could see that she was blushing slightly as she glanced around. The moment she saw me staring, she quickly let go of me and took a step back. “We should get out of here quickly.” She grabbed the lantern that was still resting on the table, and looked around, her breath heavy.

I almost fell over when Maria stepped back but I quickly regained my balance. When I registered what Maria said, I walked back to the door that we came in through and looked into the hallway. The pillars from the deathtrap still covered the entire room. It would have been impossible to walk out through there.

“There’s no way we can get out through there.” I squeaked in fear as Maria spoke right in my ear, and I glanced over at her as she continued to speak. “I, um, think that the only way out is through that small tunnel.”

I spoke softly. “You mean the tunnel that the dragon was making to try to get out of here?”

“Yeah… the scrolls said it led to the training room, which should lead us back it the room we came in. It may be the only way to get out of here.” Maria noticed the fear on my face and she whispered softly to me. “I’ll protect you.”

“Okay…” My voice was barely auditable.

Maria took my hand and the two of us slowly turned towards the tunnel at the back of the lab. Hopefully this will be our way out and we wouldn’t have to remember this ever again. We ignored the rumbling above us as we slowly made our way to the tunnel.

Once there, Maria quietly asked, “You ready?” and I only nodded in response.

Maria slowly got onto her hands and knees, still holding the lantern, this time it hung from her mouth and I did the same. I didn’t dare to be the first to enter the cave for I didn’t have the safety of the light, so instead Maria went in. She disappeared into the tunnel and I counted to three before I slowly started to follow.

I held my breath as we crawled down the slimy and wet cave. The only way for us to see was by the lantern that Maria held close to her and in a response, a stayed close to my friend. The dark walls felt like they were caving in on us and my breath was heavy due to this. How much longer until we were in the next room? It wasn’t long; I could already see the end of the tunnel from where I was but the crawl over sharp rocks and against jagged walls made the journey feel so long. I wanted to get out of here as soon as possible and when Maria noticed that I was having a difficult time making my way though, she gently started giving me some words of encouragement.

It would have helped me if the shaking didn’t start. The ground below us started to shake violently, as a piece of the tunnel wall behind us broke off and collapsed onto the ground, blocking the way we can in, bring forth a wave of dust into the cave. I slowly glanced behind us and I froze.

Off in the distance, I saw something. Two glowing orbs were pass the fallen rocks and debris. Through the dust I thought I saw eyes.

I squeaked and I quickly attacked hugged Maria as the tunnel continued to shake, threatening to fall down onto us. I doubted Maria saw the eyes as well because I was blocking her view and when I tried to tell her what I saw, I couldn’t speak from the dust clogging my throat.

Maria hugged me closely, and used her hand to cover my head, to protect me from the falling pebbles around us. I held my breath and closed my eyes tightly, clinging onto my friend. If we were going to die in this tunnel, at least I had Maria close to me. But even then, I couldn’t let my friend be hurt here. I couldn’t. We needed to get out somehow. But how can you do that when even the earth was trying to tear you down?

I whimpered softly and counted to 20 before finally, the earthquake came to an end and everything was still once more. We were safe for now but how much longer until the next danger came our way. We needed to get out here quick but even now we couldn’t retreat back into the lab. We could only continue forward.

 I slowly let go of Maria and looked up at her, shaking. Maria glanced around and gently brushed my hair before whispering to me, “Are you ready to get into the training room? We’re almost there.”

I slowly nodded and soon Maria picked up the lantern and continued on, crawling the short way until we were in the next room.

Once we made it through, Maria stood up and glanced around, using her light source to be able to see. Maria was unable to see the other side of the room from where she stood, but what she could see made her shake. “Oh crap…”

This made me worried as I quickly stood up next to Maria when I exited the tunnel and looked around with her.

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[sunny1ace]

Fix You- Part 3.1 of the FamAU

Characters: Logan Sanders, Patton Hart

Summary: Logan Sanders fell in love with Patton Hart at precisely 5:37pm on a Thursday evening. 

Words: 3000

Warnings: Self doubt, I think that’s all, let me know if I should add another!

A/N: Here we go folks, time to actually get into the story! This part will have five chapters in total, hope you like it!

Taglist (let me know if I should add you): @espepspes @kaileah-kat @i-need-you-buddy

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Logan Sanders fell in love with Patton Hart at precisely 5:37pm on a Thursday evening. 

He’d been ranting about nebulas for ten minutes and seventeen seconds when his face started to heat up. He was talking too much, as usual. 

His mouth had snapped shut as he waited for Patton’s sigh of relief that never came. 

“So does that mean new stars are born in graveyards?” Patton asked instead, eyes wide as he propped his head in his hands. 

Logan opened his mouth to launch into another long explanation and then caught himself for the second time. “It takes quite a while to explain. I’m sure there are other things you’d rather do.”

Patton had tilted his head, blinking blankly back at Logan. He didn’t even understand what Logan was getting at. “I like listening to you though.”

“You do?”

Then, Patton had smiled in that way he does, where his eyes crinkle and his cheeks turn pink. “I could listen for hours.”

“I see.”

“Besides, the universe is cool! It connects us all! And it’s comforting to know that no matter where you are, you can always look at the same constellation as the person you love.” 

That was the turning point for Logan, the point where he realized that his brain may only hold enough information to talk for a few days about facts without a break, but he could talk about Patton for the rest of his life and never run out of things to say. 

At precisely 2:48 on a Tuesday morning, nearly two years later, Logan Sanders is still in love with Patton Hart. 

He flops back onto his bed and groans loudly to his empty dorm room, turning his head to the side to look at his previous roommates vacant bed. 

The college senior was a few years older than Logan, always going out to party and coming in late smelling like alcohol and sweat. 

Logan disliked him for the majority of their time living together, but on his last day, the man had shaken Logan’s hand and told him thank you, and that he’d never have made it without Logan helping him study. 

It’s odd how one never really sees their impact on people until they’re told to their face.

Now though, the man he can’t even remember the name of is gone, just like Logan will be soon. 

People are graduating, and graduating means leaving, and leaving means that-

Well, leaving means that Patton might never know what Logan wants to tell him. 

He’d had a plan he wrote the second he got his hands on a notebook after he realized his predicament. 

His ‘Three Hundred and Three Step Plan to Confess to Patton Hart’. 

The thing is, he’s only on step one hundred. It would be impossible to finish before the week is up, and the two friends part ways. 

It wasn’t as if he hadn’t been trying, he just didn’t think it would be so hard. For instance, step thirty in itself took him four weeks to complete, just because Patton’s favorite flower changed almost every day!

That and… he couldn’t even look at the list for almost six months after he made it.

In his excitement and panic, he hadn’t actually taken time to think about what being in love meant.

It had actually been Patton who’d referred him to a therapist. It took them eight months until Logan could say “I’m gay” without going into a panic attack.

Now, he can say it easily, but it doesn’t matter much when he can’t say it to the person he wants to.

“This is ridiculous,” he mutters. 

Sitting up, he slides his glasses back onto his face and lets out an even breath. He has to think logically. 

Except there isn’t anything remotely logical about love. 

At least not that he’s aware of. 

Patton would know.

Logan groans again and drops his head in his hands. He is not asking for love advice from the person he is in love with.

The voice in his head tells him to go to sleep, and he glances at his alarm clock. It’s nearly three am. Logan has spent almost all night up thinking about love, of all things. 

Any other night he would get up to do work, might as well if he can’t sleep, Patton Would hand him a coffee and a bagel in the morning and tell him to stop working so hard, but he unfortunately doesn’t have any work to do. 

Graduation is in a week. 

Now he’s back to where he started. 

“This isn’t healthy,” he says to the empty room. 

Perhaps if he went for a walk it would clear his head?

Debating the dangers of a small town college campus at three am, Logan nods and climbs out of bed. 

He busies himself getting dressed, pulling on a polo and picking out a tie. He used to despise the outfit, even though he never wore anything else. 

It’s what they made him. Gray and uninteresting. 

“I got a little brain design embroidered on it! Now it’s unique and all your style!”

Patton really does know how to make someone comfortable. 

Now, the outfit doesn’t make him hate himself, but it’s still not so over the top to bring up past issues. 

The real question is, how could one not love Patton?

Logan almost trips on his carpet. 

Who could not love Patton?

He isn’t even sure someone else doesn’t! He doesn’t know if Patton is in love with someone else! He’s pretty sure he’s not dating at least, Patton tends to share every minute of his day with Logan. 

If he was dating someone, Logan would know. 

Theoretically. 

For the dozenth time that night, Logan takes a deep breath and tells himself to calm down. He’s just sleep deprived is all. 

Sleep deprivation is clinically proven to mess with one’s functionality and thought process. 

Pulling on his last shoe, Logan opens his door quietly, his keys tucked in his palm. 

There’s a soft ball of fabric that rubs up against his wrist when he holds his keys in such a way. It’s a stimulant comfort, and though he won’t admit it, it holds emotional value as well. 

Patton had bought him the soft keychain on a trip to an observatory with his astronomy class. It was in some rundown gas station that Logan can’t remember the name of. 

The more he thinks about it, the more he realizes that most things he has an emotional attachment to has come from Patton. 

The air outside is still and warm, May turning to June with longer days, greener leaves, and the feeling of dread that comes with leaving school. 

Every step on the concrete clicks, breaking the silence in the sleeping campus. 

One step, click, another, click, on and on and on again until Logan has completely lost track of where he’s going. 

He’s just walking as the thoughts whirl in his head, in and out with every steady breath. 

Logan has always meditated best during walks. 

Minutes turn into hours, and he finds himself circling around the entire campus, finally stopping back where he started from. 

Just at that moment, his phone buzzes, sounding the alarm that it’s time to start walking to history. 

The alarm is actually twenty minutes ahead of time, but he’s set it just right to where if he leaves within five minutes, he’ll be able to cross paths with Patton on the others way to animal science. 

Patton usually leaves early to get coffee for his professor, and Logan tags along. 

It’s his favorite fifteen minutes out of every Tuesday. 

So Logan turns again, and with sore feet he hadn’t realized were sore until now, he starts walking. 

He makes it halfway there before a shout sounds behind him and Logan slows but doesn’t stop, keeping up his facade. 

“Hey Logan!” Patton exclaims happily. He steps up to Logan and bumps their hips together, Patton’s equivalent of a nonintrusive hug. “How are you?”

Logan nods and adjusts his glasses. “I am well.”

“You sure? You’re looking a little tired.”

“That would be because I am.” Logan sends a small smile towards his friend. “Not to worry, one bad night of sleep won’t stop me from functioning properly.”

Patton giggles and nods, walking along with Logan. His steps are wide, occasionally veering to one side or speeding up to step over a crack in the sidewalk. 

Logan’s are stiff and long, but he walks just a little slower so Patton can keep up. 

“How are you, Patton?”

Looking up from the ladybug he’d been watching, Patton’s face breaks into a grin. “I’m awesome! On the way here I saw a woodpecker!”

“Considering where we are,” Logan starts as he slows his pace even more to accommodate Patton, “It’s more likely you saw a Northern Flicker. They do look quite alike.”

Patton wiggles his eyebrows. “Do you want to see my impression of a Northern Flicker?”

At Logan’s nod he flicks his fingers out in front of him, grinning at Logan with a glint in his eye. 

“I don’t see how that resembles a bir- oh. Oh because you’re flicking to the North- that’s- that’s completely awful.”

“You love me,” Patton coos, batting his eyelashes. 

More than he knows. 

“Do you have lunch plans today?”

Patton reties his cardigan and shakes his head, “Nope! None.”

“Neither do I.”

There’s a painstaking silence for a few yards and then Logan clears his throat. “Would you like to attend lunch together?”

“Yeah!” Patton clasps his hands behind him as he walks and scrunches his nose to keep his glasses from sliding off. “We’ve been friends long enough that you don’t have to ask anymore, Lo.”

Logan just about falls over. 

Stopping off at the coffee shop, Logan pulls the door open for Patton, then stays behind him as he makes his way through the small shop, smiling and waving at almost everyone inside. 

Logan learned a long time ago to let Patton do almost all of the actual socializing in social situations. His charisma and naturally kind face just makes it easier for him. 

Most people already know Patton, addressing him by name or waving shyly. 

There are basically two options after meeting Patton, like him, or adore him. 

Logan has found the majority pick the latter. 

“Hey Patt!” Calls a young person making their way out the door.

“Eliot! Hey!” Patton waves excitedly. “How’d the English final go?”

“Aced it!”

“Aw kiddo! I knew you could do it!”

Blushing a little at the praise, Eliot snorts. “Getting coffee for Professor Aldridge again?”

“You bet!” Patton responds with an achingly bright smile. 

The student laughs and shakes their head. “Man, if I didn’t know you any better, I’d say you’re a suck up!”

They leave with their friend after that, and Logan leans over to speak in a low voice to Patton. “If they did know you any better, they’d know you are, in fact, a suck up.”

Patton gasps and pushes Logan’s arm lightly. “Am not! I just like doing nice things for people… and if it happens to make some professors more inclined to give me extensions more often… that’s pretty neat!”

“I’m fairly certain that’s the definition of a suck up.”

“Coffee, Lo?”

Logan chuckles. “Buying me something to get out of a conversation? That’s a bribe. Which is a crime in some states.”

“I guess that makes me a criminal,” Patton starts, getting that glint in his eye that always comes with a pun, “criminally-“

“Black coffee if you don’t mind,” Logan interrupts. 

Patton pays for the order with a cheery tone, turning down Logan’s offer to pay for it. “I dragged you here anyway!” He says. 

“On the contrary. You didn’t drag me anywhere.”

Smile softening into something that -well, for lack of proper vocabulary- figuratively makes Logan’s heart melt, Patton nods. “No, I guess I didn’t.”

The two start back on their way to their respective classes, and Logan counts the steps until they have to part ways. 

“Are you nervous about leaving school?” Patton asks after a few seconds of comfortable silence, broken only by Patton blowing on his hot chocolate. 

Logan doesn’t say anything as he takes a sip of his coffee, pretending not to be startled by the heat in his throat, he turns the question over in his head to try and figure it out. Is he nervous about leaving?

Or nervous about leaving Patton?

“I’m nervous,” Patton plows on, not minding Logan’s silence. “After this it’s just us against the world, you know? The future we’ve been preparing for since preschool is finally here and… I’m not ready at all.”

Looking at Patton in surprise, Logan frowns. “You aren’t ready? Are you alright?”

Patton shuffles his feet for a few steps, widening his smile. “Of course I’m alright! Just a little apprehensive is all.”

“Patton..” Logan slows and lightly bumps his hip into his friends, “you can talk to me.”

“I know I can!” Patton wiggles his eyebrows, “What? Have I been speaking gibberish?”

“Ah. Humor to cope. Why am I not surprised.”

“Well aren’t you feisty today!”

“It must be due to the-“

“Like a cat.”

“-lack of sleep last night.”

“Because cats are feisty.”

Logan adjusts his glasses with a sigh. “Yes. I understood, I merely refrained from commenting on the unnecessary joke.”

“Jokes are never unnecessary!” Patton protests, and it’s then Logan realizes he’s successfully changed the subject. 

“If you don’t wish to tell me what’s troubling you, you don’t have to,” Logan says quietly. 

Patton stalls. “It’s not that! I trust you Lo!” He bites his lip and then shrugs. “I’m just in a funk! I’ll be back to normal me any minute!”

“Patton-“

Already turning towards his own class, Patton waves, “I’ll see you at lunch!”

Logan sighs and gives a small wave, “Have a satisfactory day Patton, I’ll see you at lunch.”

“Don’t forget how incredible you are!” Patton calls out, the routine end to all their conversations. 

Routine. 

Constant. 

That’s what Patton is. 

Everything about him is constant, and when one loses their constant…

They tend to fall apart. 

Logan spends his entire class period rewriting his plan to confess to Patton. 

Right now, he’s not exactly making good progress. If he wants to finish before they split ways, he needs to revise it. 

The professor drones on about graduation, the same speech Logan’s heard in every class for the last week. 

A few of the students cry, some hug. 

Considering what kept him up all night, he’s a hypocrite for finding all the emotions icky, but he can’t help it. 

He pulls out a notebook from his bag and flips to a blank page. At the top, in bold letters he writes “Confess To Patton”, under that, he writes “Step One”. His pen stops moving.

“Fuck,” He mouths, surprising himself with the out of character swear word. The thing is, he has no idea how to do this. 

To the side of him, a girl snorts and then nods at him, giving him a look that Logan has come to translate as ‘me too’. 

The girl has been sitting next to him the entire term, and when Logan found out she was deaf, he’d started helping translate what she can’t read off the professors lips. 

Patton says it’s very kind, Logan tells him it’s common decency. 

Smiling tightly at her, he turns back to his thoughts and falls back on the only thing that’s never failed him, Logan pulls out his phone to do some research.

‘How to tell someone you have feelings for them- WikiHow’

It’s not like he has much dignity anyway. He clicks on the article, reading the first few steps.

‘Consider your chances,’ Logan reads silently, then drops his head forward onto the desk, propping his chin on his arms. “Fuck,” he repeats.

The girl snorts again and passes him a chocolate bar with a sympathetic smile. 

Humans are confusing.

Trying to mimic what Patton would do, Logan pockets the candy and signs thank you. 

The girl grins and signs you’re welcome back. 

Pen poised over his paper, Logan treads on, reading every step carefully and critically before switching to another site and reading that one too. Afer a good half lecture of reading, he sets his phone down and starts making a list of his own.

Step One: Find out if he’s interested in anyone else

Step Two: Analyze body language

Step Three: Talk to his friends

Step four: Ask him to lunch

Step Five: Dress nicely

Step six: Convey attraction

As an afterthought he adds: Step Seven: Work damage control

Now he has a list. Logan has always believed starting with a list is the most efficient way to get things done. Now all he has to do is convert it into an hour by hour, day by day schedule for the last week they have until graduation.

That, and actually follow the schedule.

It really can’t be that hard.

Right?

The professor dismisses the class, reminding them that this is the last class of his for this term, or forever if they’re graduating. 

Movement out of the corner of his eye makes Logan look down. The deaf girl writes a quick note on his paper, signs a heart and then picks up her bag to leave. 

“Believe in yourself! You’ll do great! You always do.”

Logan decides he doesn’t mind the clutter on his paper this one time. He goes to sign his thanks, and realizes she’s already gone. 

For some reason, his chest aches knowing he’ll probably never see her again. 

Maybe Patton is rubbing off on him, making every human interaction mean more than they did before college. 

Although, nothing really meant anything before college. 

Packing up his own stuff, Logan sets his jaw, the girls written words running through his mind. 

He can do this.

[gerec]

The Ultimate Guide to the X-Men - Entertainment Weekly - Part 3.1 Extraordinary Moments

[naomiisenju]

FINALLY! The first part of the continue ready . Tomorrow I’ll do the second. She is quite small, but I really tried , hope you like it. Reaper by @renrink Goth by @nekophy AD Geno by me

[esshades]

I'm pretty sure this is coercion bro. Real mature to make them fear losing their reputation to force them to stay here.

Unbelievably enough, I think I'm starting to get why Taiga is doing this... he and his team performed under emotional distress, so he's recreating those circumstances for them.

Is what I would say if he didn't make them perform immediately after dropping that bombshell on them! RAD WEEKEND had to have at least 1 month of preparation after learning about Nagi, not 1 second!

I'm sorry he looks so goofy. I also find it hilarious how he has special lighting when everyone else still looks normal.

Stop bullying my boy!

Yesss Kotaro show him who's boss!!!

STOP BULLYING HIM

Oh so NOW you decide to give actual fucking advice. Did that not cross your mind before rap battling a bunch of teenagers?

oh no

[radenkan]

Lethe

In Greek mythology, was one of the five rivers of the underworld of Hades. The Lethe flowed around the cave of Hypnos and through the Underworld where all those who drank from it experienced complete forgetfulness.

[gerec]

AMNESIA FIC - PART 3

Parts 1.1 and 1.2

Parts 2.1 and 2.2

Note: The O.C.C.B. is short for Organized Crime Control Bureau. Oh and apparently Erik is Bruce Wayne.

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He can only describe the feeling as surreal, listening to Charles recount the story of their lives these past four years with Erik as the troubled hero. How his mentor transferred to the O.C.C.B. and he followed a few months later, taking on more and more cases with Shaw’s support and encouragement. How increasingly long days and late nights became the new norm for them both, as Erik embraced his responsibilities with fierce pride and enthusiasm and Charles wrestled with his course load and his dissertation for a second PhD. Until they were mere strangers and visitors in each other’s lives.

Charles relays the information with the detachment of an academic, though it clearly pains him to recall the events. He glosses over much of the details – forgotten dates and all-night stakeouts, lonely meals and a cold bed; details he gets later from Raven, who’s happy to disclose his failings as husband to her beloved big brother. The end of their marriage happens over the course and distance of weeks and months, a slow and steady weariness creating a chasm too wide to bridge.

“We never talked about it?” he asks, wondering how either of them could have let their relationship deteriorate beyond repair. “Didn’t we try to fix things between us? Did we...when did we stop loving each other, Charles?”

The other man hesitates and the conflict is clear on his face, whether he should protect Erik from the ugly truth or to lay it out plain. “We fought more than we talked, Erik. You were so angry; you didn’t think I understood how important your career was to you. Angry that I would even question why we were still together when we barely spent time in the same room. And I was angry – angry that you thought I was making you choose. Angry that if you did choose that I would lose.”

Erik doesn’t feel any of the emotions Charles describes, disconnected as he is from the events that have so dramatically changed their lives. He wants to be furious at them both for laying waste to their four year marriage but can muster nothing but a bone-deep ache at the bitter loss.   

“You let Shaw push you,” Charles continues, his voice hoarse and strained. “He pretended to look out for you while he took credit for all your hard work and still you didn’t stop. It was like you were obsessed; that every criminal you arrested would get you a little bit closer to avenging your father’s death.”

A death that haunts Erik for its senselessness and brutality; the shooting of an innocent man in the wrong place at the wrong time.

“…I asked Edie not to get involved but you know your mother does as she pleases, Erik. Though it didn’t make a difference really. Things were…broken between us and there wasn’t anything anyone could do to fix it.”

“How long?” he interrupts and Charles looks up distractedly, shaken from his memories by Erik’s voice. “How long have we been separated?”

“Our divorce was finalized almost a year ago. A year next month actually,” Charles answers with a sad smile.

“And are we still friends at least? Tell me we haven't lost each other completely.”

Charles shakes his head, thumb hurrying to brush the lone tear sliding down his cheek. “No Erik, we’re not. This is the first we've seen or spoken to each other in over six months.”