Hi! Since the original thread was closed due to mean comments, I am reopening it! I will pick up directly where we left off, so if you forgot, here is the link to the original thread, even though you cannot comment on it. - https://lost-cities-keeper.fandom.com/wiki/Thread:191403
After school, Sophie walked to the Leapmaster with Keefe. He still had his shirt off. Magnate Leto had called him to his office, and Keefe explained the dare, and Magnate Leto would let him wear his shirt off for the whole week as long as he served detention for the rest of the year. Keefe was happy to do it. On one condition. Magnate Leto did not tell Lord Cassius.
Keefe and Sophie leaped to Havenfield, to find Fitz helping Grady with Verdi. Sophie blushed, and dragged Keefe inside before Fitz or Grady knew she was back. She dragged him upstairs to her room. She opened her mouth to say something to Keefe, when Fitzs thoughts dragged her out of it.
Um, sorry to bother you.
What are you doing? She replied.
Um, I wanted to ask you a question.
Keefe looked at Sophie questioningly. She shook her head at him, meaning not now. Keefe smirked. He layed back on her bed.
Um, are you and Keefe a thing? Fitz continued.'''Sophie flushed. Keefe smirked.
I dont really know. Sophie admitted.
Can you find out for me? I still want to be Cognates. I just feel like- us- wasnt a good idea. I am so sorry.
Ok, I will try. Sophie sat up, and looked at Keefe. '“Keefe-'”
Keefe immediately stopped her. '“I got some pretty strong emotions, Foster. And I found one in particular.... Do you love me Sophie?'”
Sophie processed what Keefe had just said. HE USED HER FIRST NAME.
She swallowed the lump in her throat, and flung her arms around him.
You write well, but am I the only one that thinks that Sophie is only unmatchable because they don't know who her genetic parents are? So if Mr. Forkle just tells the matchmakers, and they promise not to tell anyone, couldn't she still be matched with Fitz?
A couple weeks later, Sophie was at home in her room. She pulled out her spy ball, and said Fitz's name. He appeared in the spyball and Sophie saw him walk up to the Song's house. She realized what he was going to do to. She watched silently as Fitz snuck in through a back door. He ran up some stairs, and stopped at a door. He knocked, and none other than Linh came to the door. A floating ball of water hovered above her palm. Then Fitz did what Sophie knew was going to happen.
Keefe, what is going on? Did you manifest as a telepath? Sophie asked.
Nope, Keefe replied.
THEN WHAT IS IT????!!!??? Sophie screamed mentally.
Chill your beans, Keefe chuckled. I've spent so much time with you I can now recognize your "emotional scent". So I searched for your emotions, and nudged them. Then you opened your mind to mine, and here we are.
Sophie was shocked into silence for a while.
This is not normal, Sophie finally replied.
Yeah, thanks for making me feel special, Foster. Keefe smirked.
This is what I get for spending so much time with you, Sophie chided. She felt Keefe grin.
You know you like it, Keefe responded.
Sophie sighed so hard it hurt.
She had to adimit she did.
It was midnight.
Sophie couldn't sleep. They were making no progress against the Neverseen, and Sophie had a bad feeling in her stomach. She felt like something bad was going to happen. She tossed and turned, and turned and tossed. And turned. And tossed. One time she even fell out of bed, Iggy letting out what Sophie was convinced was a snicker.
In the morning, she trudged downstiars. She could feel the bags under her eyes. She plopped down on a crystal chair, and reached for a peice of mallowmelt. Grady looked up from his paperwork.
"Good morning, sleeping beauty." He smiled.
Just then, Edaline walked in, holding a message with the Black Swan symbol on it. Sophie's heart began to race.
"I found this in the pocket of my cape," Edaline said uncertainly.
"Why you?" Sophie asked as Grady took the letter from Edaline and opened it. Edaline shrugged.
As Grady read the letter, his eyebrows scrunched together. He hadn't been reading it long, before he dropped the letter, and slumped back in his chair. Sophie's heart reached an all time high.
well too bad if you aren't because im the author here so I decide where this goes
Anyway Here's the next part
“Dude, seriously, the trees won’t be able to filter all this carbon dioxide you’re emitting,” Keefe jokes. “That is the seventh time you’ve sighed in the last five minutes. Seriously, what?”
They were in Study Hall at Foxfire, and Fitz was worrying about Linh.
“I’m just nervous about what they could do to Linh,” Fitx replied.
“Yeah, and why weren’t you worried when the Neverseen took Tam? They can do all the same things to Tam,” Keefe retorted.
Sophie sucked in a breath. She thought she would never see the day when Keefe would defend Tam.
“But they could hurt Linh to make Tam cooperate.” Fitz stated.
“Ok, so Linh may be in danger. But when we thought Sophie was dead, you didn’t shed a tear. And who cried? Whose mother erased his mind to get information on Sophie? Who?” Keefe said, surprisingly calm.
“Uh, we were talking about Linh. And now we’re talking about me?” Sophie asked nervously.
Keefe looked at her. “This is not about Sophie.This is about you whining about Linh not being here.”
Fitz balled his fists. “Yes, it is. Everything leads back to Sophie. If the Black Swan hadn’t created Sophie, my dad wouldn’t have sent me to go look for her. I would have continued to live my life as normal, and THIS ALL WOULDN’T BE HAPPENING!” Fitz burst out.
Keefe looked shocked. “So maybe some of our problems wouldn’t exist, but the Neverseen would still exist, which means my mom would still be in it. And your brother would still be a traitor. But we wouldn’t know those things now. Sophie helped us get where we are. The Black Swan created her for a reason. And I trust the Black Swan. The rest is up to you.” Keefe finished, before standing up, and walking to his next class.
There was a shocked silence within their group. Dex looked down at his notebook, pretending to take notes. Biana was looking at Keefe’s retreating back with her mouth open in an O.
Fitz turned to look at Sophie. He also wore a shocked expression on his face, but he was looking at Sophie.
Sophie gave a long, hard, look, before gathering her belongings and following after Keefe.
MORE MORE MORE MORE YOU ARE SOOOOO GOOD. I like the Linh going missing part... even though I ship Lylie. Anyways I also like that Fitz got completely roasted by Keefe, and your writing is great. Keep up the good work! :D
Sophie was dreaming of her human family when her mind went blank. Somehow she knew she was still asleep.
Suddenly, she felt someone creep into her mind. She decided to hide in her warm nook, to see what they were going to do. She felt the presence near her, then move onwards. It left a trail of cold. Was this the monster? Was the monster returning?
She huddled deeper into her mind, shivering. Then, the presence spoke in her mind.
Sophie, come out. For some reason, the thoughts felt familiar.
Sophie, its the dark. Then the thoughts got quieter.
Sophie. Hurry. They are watching… always. They are playing a game. I have rolled the die. Now it's your turn.
“How did Tam get in my mind?” Sophie asked, suddenly realizing that her mind had been penetrated when Tam talked to her. Keefe turned white.
“What if Fitz told him?” he whispered.
Sophie's knees shook, and Keefe caught her before she could fall over. She muttered a string of curse words that Ro would have been proud of. Keefe raised an eyebrow. “I am scared for Fitz,” he remarked.
Sophie scowled. “You should be,” she said before storming out.
OMG more please please please! Also you write REALLY well. I'm a wannabe published author and have done a lot of writing research and talked to published authors and this is SO.GREAT. You don't make stuff happen too fast, and it's not slow and boring. The characters are portrayed really well, and it flows together. I could say so much more... Also I showed my friends(who are Sokeefers) and they said it was probably THE BEST fanfic they've read (I agree) Keep writing! Also, out of curiosity, are you planning on being an author? You should!
…………….. Good question! I have absuluotly no idea why!... Actually I do! *deep story teller voice* A long time ago before I was 'Look what Dex did!' I was a simple fandom user and when I was on my friend wanted to know who I was soooooo... It became my signature!!!!!! So it basically stuck until I managed to get an account and the habit just came along with me!!
“You have a little something right here,” Keefe wiped a smudge of the mallowmelt off Sophie’s cheek, grinning. They were sitting out on the beach at Keefe’s place. His dad was nowhere to be seen.
Sophie smiled, before nestling her head into Keefe’s shoulder. The little crook between his neck and shoulder seemed to be made for her. “Where is your dad, anyway?” she whispered.
“You know how he wanted to join the Black Swan? Well, he’s at a meeting with the Collective.”
“Oh,” Sophie replied. “Do you think they’ll let him in?”
Keefe shrugged. “If they do, I want him far away from you and me. He can have Fitzy, though.” Sophie sat up, and playfully smacked his arm. In response, he stood up, threw Sophie over his shoulder and marched into the water, fully clothed.
“Keefe! Put me down!” Sophie laughed as the salty waves splashed her.
“Uh-unh, you need to cool down, Foster,” Keefe said, wading farther into the ocean. Once the water reached his chest, he lifted Sophie above his head, and through her into the water. She went flailing into the air, arms wind-milling. As she neared the water, she suddenly teleported, and reappeared with bang in front of Keefe, splashing him with water. She came up laughing.
Keefe wrapped his arms around Sophie’s shivering body, and rocked her back and forth.
“It’s been a while since you laughed, Foster. You should laugh more often, it’s a beautiful sound,” Keefe whispered into her hair.
Sophie blushed into Keefe’s wet tunic.
Together, they watched the sun set over the Shores of Solace.
It's been so longgg since I've been on here, missed it so much! btw keep up the good work!!! I'm internally fangirling so hard (it would be weird if i did out loud, my mom would be like wth is wrong with you??) lol but actually, love this so much!!! as a fellow sokeefer, I approve! so glad you started uploading again
Did u know this fanfic was started over a year ago?
I find it really cool (even if you took long breaks) that no matter what, you still came back and persevered on this story and I’m gonna go take a nap because Sleep deprivation makes me W A Y too emotional
Hi everyone! So the author and I are working together now and she asked me to post this! So here is the next part!
Sophie settled into the hard chair Bronte used for Inflicting classes, sighing as the cool metal hit her skin. Bronte had probably handpicked the world’s most uncomfortable chair for her. Surprisingly, he hadn’t arrived at the lesson yet. Sophie checked the clock, realizing she was early. At least she wasn’t late.
Suddenly, Bronte walked into the room and offered Sophie a cold smile. Sophie knew this was probably all Bronte was capable of, but it still looked more like a grimace. She smiled back, although she was sure it looked nervous. Her mind retreated to the memory of sitting on the beach with Keefe.
Her neck was nestled in his shoulder. He was smiling at her, and she returned his wide grin. They gazed into the sunset together, looking at each other out of the corner of their eyes. Sophie noticed how the sunset seemed to shine brightly over the sand, and the-
“Miss Foster!” Bronte exclaimed, his smile/grimace disappearing. In its place was a scowl, although Sophie could see a bit of kindness and laughter behind it. It took everything she had not to giggle. “Do you even take this class seriously?” Bronte asked harshly, probably noticing the laughter in her eyes. Dropping his intense glare, Bronte looked at the clock, and realized the second hand had moved up ten spaces since he had entered the room. Bronte sighed. “We must get started,” he told Sophie. “You have wasted too much time already. Today we will be practicing keeping focus while you are inflicting. Or staying conscious when someone is inflicting on you.”
Sophie gasped, snapping back to reality from her brief daydream. He would be inflicting on her? And supposedly trying to get her to pass out? She could tell this wouldn’t end well. Bronte looked behind him and smirked a bit, which Sophie found very suspicious. Sophie followed his gaze and her eyes landed on a glistening ice blue vase. Sophie fell back into the memory again.
He had pushed her into the water, laughing the entire time. Sophie smiled as she teleported, knowing she would out smart him. She reappeared on the shore, completely dry. However, Keefe was dripping wet. Sophie laughed and Keefe smiled at her. Then-
“Miss Foster!” Bronte called again, knocking Sophie out of her daydream. “Again?!?!” This time Bronte appeared to be angrier, although the laughter was more apparent in his eyes. “Now, please focus. I am going to inflict on you, and your goal is to remain conscious.” Sophie nodded, although she was nervous. She tried to keep her eyes away from the vase, but it sparkled exactly like his eyes. Somehow, it was the exact same shade of ice blue. Sophie smiled fondly before remembering what she was doing and tearing her eyes away from the vase. She closed her eyes in order to further her focus, but the image of the vase and the eyes that went with it taunted her until she gave in.
When they arrived, he had wiped Mallowmelt off her cheek, grinning. Sophie smiled. The bench they were sitting on was beautiful, and she felt the iron branch beneath her fingers. She asked him about his dad immediately regretted it, because the smile disappeared from his face. Sophie slid her head between his head and his shoulder, and he made a remark on Fitz. She playfully slapped his arm, and his smile returned. He-
Suddenly, Sophie felt intense pain. However, the pain was not physical, but mental. Somehow that was worse. The pain took over her body, thriving among her mind. Sophie felt her vision slowly fade to black and a sharp pain in her wrist as she hit the floor. The last thing she saw was Bronte letting out a small snicker.
Sophie was happy in the dark, although she was sleeping. Thankfully, the vase hadn’t left her mind, and her dreams were filled with Keefe and the beach. Sophie smiled as she slept, looking peaceful. She was. Until suddenly, a voice was calling her back. Sophie flinched, not wanting to leave the paradise she had arrived in. But soon the world lost its appeal. She slowly stirred to find herself in the healing center, with Elwin beside her. She looked at him, the memory of what had happened coming back to her. She sighed, watching as Elwin flashed different colored orbs on different parts of her body.
“You okay?” Elwin asked, taking off his weird glasses. “You took quite the fall in there.” Sophie nodded, and her eyes flew to her wrist, which was wrapped in a bandage. She thought about the vase that had distracted her, and Bronte’s glances concerning it. Had he put it there, knowing it reminded her of Keefe, to see if she would let it distract her? It seemed very likely, because she had never seen a vase like that in Atlantis and therefore assumed it had been custom made.
When Elwin deemed her well enough to go to her next session, she ran out the healing center door in order to get there on time. She found a route in a map she had obtained from Alden earlier, and set out to find it. Unfortunately, she ended up lost. She found herself in Keefe’s ditching spot, and glanced down to the bench he remembered him laying on. When she looked at it, she found the same disheveled blond hair and glistening ice blue eyes from her daydream.