He fades away in her arms as Chronogirl
touches him, crumbling into insubstantial mist moment by moment as she clutches
at the threads of his existence, every moment they’d shared together, every
glowing laugh he’d belted out, every warm touch and searing kiss he’d given her
flaring into sudden light. She clutches
at the ashes of memory as they’re caught up in a sudden gale.
The dreams change. Now it’s her sprinting after Chat as he walks
blithely towards the Tyrannosaurus, reaching desperately for his tail, being
just that fraction of a second too late, watching as the massive jaws close
around him with the crunching of bone and the rending of flesh—
And now he’s the one being knocked from
Rogercop’s car, falling terminally to the earth below—
And now she’s a fraction of a second too
late with the truck, and Chat jerks once as the Inspector’s bullet hits him
then lays still—
And now he’s walking away from her, black
suit resplendent against a starless, moonless, black night sky, boots hissing
through black sand as he walks towards black mountains in the distance, a tall,
black-robed figure beside him—
She wakes, choking on a scream. She feels arms, tight around her waist, and
flails instinctively, nearly knocking her laptop to the floor; a familiar clawed
hand shoots out and grabs it. She grabs
the hand, gripping it in desperate, seeking fingers, clutching at its shape in
the predawn gloom.
“Hey, hey, Princess,” someone murmurs in
her ear as the hand sets the computer more securely aside. “It’s all right. Breathe, Princess.”
It’s Chat, sitting behind her, cradling her gently, rubbing his thumb in
soothing circles over the back of her hand.
Chat, breathing, the rise and fall of his chest a tangible presence on
her back, the warmth of his body a furnace against her clammy skin.
She whirls and pins him to her bed, kissing
him desperately, clutching him to her, touching him, feeling the muscles shift
beneath his suit, feeling the fever heat of him, feeling the life in him. After a minute, her heart slows from its
panicked tempo, and she lays her head down beside his, fighting to slow her
“Princess?” he murmurs with bruised lips, luminescent
eyes searching her face. “Are you all
Hi Guys! So here is a fic I’ve had for a WHILE..but tbh I don’t think its that great. I’m kinda just tired of seeing it in my drafts, so I’m posting it because I do like parts of it but as I said in a previous post I don’t like it enough to tag you guys. You probably have no idea what I’m on about…and sorry I just…I dunno its hard to explain how I’m feeling and why I feel its not enough to tag you wonderful people… but yeah…so only tagging mmfdfanfic
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