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[meganmackieauthor]

I Can't Get the Vampire Rogue to Romance Me - Ch 5

Chapter 5

The vampire rogue’s face was priceless as the goblin he thought he had killed keeled over from Evangeline’s blade. 

For a meet-cute, that was a good one.

And that was all they got. 

Somewhere, someone boomed a word of power. 

They both turned to look in that direction. All Evangeline saw was a goblin wearing a skull and holding what appeared to be the spine and rib cage of some animal like a staff, both of its clawed hands extended to the sky. 

Evangeline had time for one action. She sent her dagger to her camp inventory.

And everything was blackness. 

When Evangeline awoke, the world was rumbling underneath her. She lay on her side, and her whole body ached. Blinking her eyes, all she could see were legs. She tried to stretch and discovered her arms were bound up behind her back. For a brief second, she started to panic, but then…

Special Power: Meta Knowledge—activate

She remembered… this was part of the… part of her…

Blinking Evangeline realized she was having a hard time recalling something. Something she should just know, but for the moment, it wasn’t as important. She just knew this was all happening according to plan. What she did need to figure out was how to get out of this concerning situation. Shifting where she lay, she tried to work out if she could sit up or not. It became clear after some wiggling that there were too many unconscious bodies around her in equal states of tied up to manage it.

Then a shoulder gently bumped into her head. “Here, press against me, little one, and we can manage this,” a warm, deep voice instructed beside her. She did as she was told and pressed up. 

Sure enough, the other body gave her the leverage she needed. Around her neck, a metal collar thunked onto her collarbones as she righted herself. It was clearly meant for a larger creature yet was too small to get it off by shaking with enthusiasm. 

Instead, she regarded her new friend and realized she knew who he was. “Oh, you’re … a druid,” she amended, instead of just outright saying his name. The last thing she needed was to start things off awkward by not actually being properly introduced. 

“Yes, Hagor,” the large druid man said, nodding to her. “Of the Western Forest.”

“It’s nice to meet you,” Evangeline said and meant it. “I’m Evangeline,” she said before she thought better of it. Maybe she should have used a different name, but her real one rolled off her tongue too fast. 

Some rogue I’m turning out to be, she thought to herself. But she also knew there was no reason not to use her real name here. It wasn’t like calling herself something exotic would change what happened next. 

Hagor was one of her favorite characters after Valerian. He was warm, charming, and sweet. It was everything she should like wrapped in a large man’s frame. She had thought when she had started… of all of her encounters with this world, it was Hagor she would want to romance. And then she learned…

But she couldn’t remember what it was. There was something about him that had turned her off to him, even though he was a romanceable option. But at that moment, she just couldn’t recall. 

“I think I’m losing my memory,” she muttered. 

“They cast a very powerful sleep spell on all of us. I would not be surprised if more than a few have trouble remembering what happened.”

He shifted on his seat, tucking his long, chunky legs into a crisscross. He was dressed exactly how she expected with clothing of simple green and brown weave that made him disappear into a shadowy foliage if he held still enough. His wild hair and bread were laced with twigs and leaves; though at that moment, they were also stained with flecks of red. His lower lip was split and on its way to swelling. Then he cleared his throat and closed his eyes. When he opened them again, they were filled with green light. “Restorar[LM1] [MM2] [MM3] ,” he said, the word of power thrumming. The light erupted from his eyes and slid down his body under his clothes before disappearing.

Knowledge: Arcane – 10%

Evangeline swore she heard a rattle sound again followed by a merry bell. Then she just knew…

Restorar -  level one cure spell. Target one living creature. 

His face had healed, the cut disappearing and the growing bruises under his eyes fading away. She presumed any other injuries he had were also gone. 

He sighed contentedly, rolling his shoulders. “Oh, that is better. I am pretty sure my rib was broken.” He then glanced at Evangeline. “I can do it once more for you if you would like? I used my first earlier today and have not yet rested.”

She almost turned it down, but her whole body objected to that. “Yes, please,” she said. 

He smiled and repeated the process. The warmth from the light was glorious as it washed down and through Evangeline. Every ache and cut eased away. When it was all over, she felt like she had just taken the world’s greatest power nap.

“Better, little mouse?” Hagor asked even though he knew the answer.

She snorted at the endearment. “Yes, thank you,” It was silly, but that was the Hagor she knew. Everyone in his party would acquire a little pet name from the mighty druid, and sometimes, they changed depending on how he felt about them. 

The nice moment was interrupted by the wagon jostling as it went into a dip.

“Well, I hope you have a high tolerance for the uncomfortable because we seem to be in a situation,” Hargor said, observing the other tied-up bodies. 

“Don’t worry, we’ll get out of here,” Evangeline reassured, as she tried to wiggle around herself to figure out if she still had her +1 dagger. Tied-up hands made that an unrealistic goal. “I suppose they took all of our stuff?”

“I’d be more shocked and already out of here if they hadn’t,” Hargor stated. 

“That’s okay.” Evangeline glanced at the back of the wagon. She could see a whole troop of goblins, marching and laughing as they sang off-key songs of their triumph. They had just had a successful raid on an inn, so it was understandable. “Where is Valerian?”

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[sessrin-eternity2]

Yashahime The Second Act (2)

I never ever, ever want to hear Antis call Sesshomaru a bad father again, absolutely no one. He is not a bad father, he happens to be dealing with a lot of stress and situations involving all his love ones. He happens to love his daughters very much. I believe in season 1 Sesshomaru had to lay low on showing any fatherly affection towards his daughters because of Zero and Kirinmaru are always watching him. And I believe that Sesshomaru reached the end of his rope and said, screw it. He touched their cheeks, he does care. He wants his daughters to stay alive and fight those foes who always wants to kill them. They are hanyos of Sesshomaru and Rin, it's forbidden love, so yes, there are going to be enemies giving trouble or trying to kill their children or them. So the girls must always fight to keep themselves alive and Sesshomaru will be there if he knows that there is a battle his daughters can't handle. Aww! I just love that he is touching his babies cheeks like this! Aww, his Mini Rins. Remember this, Sesshomaru's eyes are never shown when he is the most emotional, it's just like the scene in the Final Act when Rin died. And eee! He said Setsuna's name! But why though? Was it because he wanted Setsuna to wake up and she wasn't? Was it because he's blaming himself? Or saying her name for other reasons? Hope to find out soon, I'm gonna cry.

Towa and Setsuna's blades, Towa's new sword is extremely unique and remarkable, I love the style. And it looks like Setsuna's blade got a repair and an upgraded style. Those blades are possibly going to be more powerful. I love em and can't wait to see the girls use them.

Whoa! Look at Towa here in this frame! This is her human form with short hair, purple glowing eyes, Sesshomaru's purple moon cresent on her forehead! And omMokomoko, she is still using the tenseiga! She's getting more stronger like her father! Ahhh! Aww, Mini Rin with purple eyes, so cute! But dang, I hope her using all this power doesn't drain her, because in the scene with Sesshomaru, she's knocked out.

Ohh my Mokomoko! They are in the tree of ages! The watery flooring is a perfect giveaway that they are in there! The thing is... will the twins see their mother Rin sleeping in the tree? What will they think? What's Moroha going to think seeing her Aunt Rin for the first time? So many questions about this scene is floating around.

The feels! More feels! Moroha see's that her are parents alive! And look, she has tears in her eyes. Yup, I'm definitely gonna be crying on this scene too, no doubt, I'm gonna need a lot of tissues during these episodes. Question is, where are they? Is Moroha in the black pearl or did Sesshomaru release them? Hm, this will be very interesting.

! Okay, why is Riku and Kirin here?! What's going on?! Oh goshy, I'm lost for words for this scene, I have a strong feeling this maybe a shock to all of us once we find out what is really going on in it.

What is Jaken holding? A crystal or some type of flower that's tilted to the side? What is this? Is it something for Rin? Towa? Setsuna? Sesshomaru? We'll have to see what this is all about. ! Rin is crying again? Noo, please don't cry anymore Rin!... No, I don't think this is a flashback here, it looks the same as episode 24 but the tree is red and something is on Rin's neck?... Zero, you better not had of put something else on Rin. I hope she didn't and it might be something that could help her but I just don't know, she looks extremely sad in this. I wonder if Rin is crying again because they are having difficulties waking up Setsuna, Towa got hurt or Sesshomaru got hurt... or is it just her cry to be free from the tie... I'm gonna cry on this scene too... oh gosh, please don't let this be something very bad.

Ohh my Mokomoko! Adult Rin in action! Finally! Yes! Ohh she looks absolutely gorgeously beautiful, she's a petite wife! Sesshomaru is going to be a little taller than her, that's gonna look so cute! Wow! She's wearing the lovely purple butterfly kimono from the final act and she upgraded it so it could still fit her! this is so entirely sweet, Rin must really cherish it, it has to be one of her favorite gifts from her husband from Sesshomaru. She's praying that their daughters are safe... oh my goshy! My heart, Rin is just so amazing and sweet. She's a wonderful mother. The flowers that surround here, it reminds me of all the flower fields the sessh gang visited. Many comrades had said this could be their meeting place, I love it! And why not? Of course they would meet in this type of place, it's Rin's passion to be surrounded by so many gorgeous flowers. Just think about all the dates! The nights together! Ahhh! I'm freaking out in a Sessrin fangirl way! Yaaay! So sweet, cute and romantic.

Ehhhh?!!! Zero?! Your face again?! No... you better not had tied poor Lady Rin to your sorry tail, girl, you must really want your head to roll by Sesshomaru. I hope that Sessh saved her that night... Dang you Zero, you are such a homewrecker. You ruined two beautiful families just because you couldn't be with Toga and was so jealous. Sesshomaru and Inuyasha don't need you messing with their families, especially Sesshomaru since you're so into destroying his life and making him miserable... ugh, I can't with this woman. She literally went after the wife of Sesshomaru, does she know that it's a death wish to mess with Rin? That night on the grime comet, Sesshomaru was in a rush and many of us Sessrin fans believe he may had sensed his wife was in danger and flew away to her aid. Let's hope Sesshomaru got to this scene in time before Zero done anything harsh.

[sakuramidnight15]

-DAC OC Information-

Character Bio

Name: Akira Brooklynn

(Japanese: アキラ・ブルックリン)

Romaji: Akira Burukkurin

Quote: "Tch, that blondie bitch is doing whatever she wants to, don’t make me change my thoughts and opinion on her Alli."

V/A: Rie Kugimiya (Japanese)

Gender: Female

Age: 17

Birthday: December 1

Star Sign: Sagittarius

Eye Color: Neon Yellow (Left-Beast Eye), Dark Marmalade (Right-Normal Eye)

Hair Color: Dark Rose Red

Height: 171 cm

Race: Inner Beast

Species: Three-stinging Scorpio

Homeland: Revoltion City (3rd Level District)

Family: Quill Brooklyn (Father)

Soneta Brooklyn (Mother)

7 Unnamed Older Sisters (The seventh eldest is currently bedridden)

Unnamed Family Relatives

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School Status and Fun Facts

Dorm: Ketsuekitöten

School Year: Second

Class: 2-C

Student no. 17

Occupation: Student

Pro Assassin/Hitwoman

Club: Dark Magics Club (Member), Basketball Team (Member)

Best Subject: Physical Education, Blade Handling, and Mathematics

Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous

Favorite Color: Dark Red, Black, and Yellow

Favorite Food: Pasta with extra tomato sauce, Fried Ribs, Pizza but with extra toppings, Crispy Chips, 

Least Favorite Food: Sweetness, Bittersweets, Lime Juice, Pineapples (Mostly on Pizza), Sour Cream Chips,

Likes: Fair-play Competition, Sharpening blades, Sword-plays, Napping under the tree shades, Hunting new prey down (Is a bit picky), Fresh Air (of a new wind to blow),

Dislikes: Clementine causing a ruckus (Mostly), Disappointment or Failing, Her knives getting rusty, Getting disturbed (Mostly), Himari getting into trouble (Mostly), Revealing the ‘real’ Venom Queen, 

Hobbies: Assassination Missions, Hunting (Mostly), Reading Horror Novels, Watching Horror Movies (Mostly), Sharpening her knives, Chopping Firewood, Sculpture-making, 

Talents: Inner Beast Sight, Beast-mind Takeover, Assassin/Hit woman Skills, Poison Stingers, Knife-playing, Agility, Sleuth Master, Numbly Strikes, 

Nicknames: Ai (From her family and friends)

Scorpion (Assassin Nickname)

Akira-senpai or Brooklynn-senpai (From the freshmen students)

Ai-chan (From Clementine, it sounded annoying)

Kira (From Himari)

Mrs. Scorched Face (From Geoffrey, somewhat a less insult but is fine with it)

Other Nicknames:

N/A

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Appearance and Personality

Appearance: Akira is a average but petite female body build. She has long dark rose red colored hair that reaches to the bottom ground and ties it up into low twin tails. Like her dorm leaders, Clementine and Allison, she too is also born with heterochromia. Her dark marmalade color for her right normal eye while her left is neon yellow colored for her inner beast eye. Akira has a balance personality of being ruthless and stubborn.

Personality: Born as the youngest daughter amongst her seven older sisters, Akira had a slight but friendly rivalry with her sisters during her childhood till around at age eleven, a certain accident that involved herself and the seventh eldest sister in it, currently her seventh eldest sister is currently in bedridden for the time being while the remaining of her oldest sisters and herself continued their duties as an assassin.

However the incident permanently haunted Akira, thinking that it was her fault that it happened but actuality, she was knocked out cold while her seventh eldest sister saved her from the monster raid that costed her bedridden. Her family didn't blame despite it, but Akira felt it till now, she still visited her sister but still feels guilty.

The current Akira we're seeing is now stubborn and slightly ruthless to some individuals that she doesn't consider in her social circle but except for some of her dorm mates and Himari who she is her childhood friend. Has obtained a personal habit of giving cold stares and then gives seriously shivers to anyone who stares at her for too long, a small bits of a warning if you were try to talk back at her, but Allison and Himari would try to stop her, much to her dismay.

Despite her ruthless attitude, she has an interesting personality if you're on her good side for now. Do expect for her to do a slight close body contact if she anything that she find interesting and finds with her keen eyes, has a tendency of doing a couple of flirts but isn't easy to get flustered, I'd you tried to, you're going to make the situation even worse as she gives her some very tensions that is very heated. For the better, she's sly and cocky.

Better not get the bad side in her even worse, she can bite more than she can take. Akira can be rather the one to shut conversations with brute force or with poison she stores in herself on a daily basis, needless to say long debates of cursed words would bore her and rather shuts you up, deadly or not. She cares less on anyone opinion that bestowed upon her.

Fight venom with venom, that's a motto for herself to remember within her heart and brain...

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Trivia

-The name 'Akira' bright, clear, ideal. Akira is a gender-neutral name of Japanese origin. While her surname 'Brooklynn' is primarily a gender-neutral name of American origin that means Broken Land Or Pretty Brook.

-She's based on Karma Akabane from the series, but is made a bit more feminine and cold.

-An expertise at poison and potions, studies a lot with it and got excellent grades in potions despite it's not one of her favorite subjects.

-Had been childhood friends with Himari at age six, reunited after entering to DAC. Both girls are pretty much close with one and another.

-Is not a fond of her dorm leader, tends to bicker a lot with Clementine and fights with her alot as well.

-Seems to be in neutral terms with Geoffrey.

-Her family works alongside with Hotaru's family, apparently knows Hotaru and has the tendency of messing with him at whatever chance she had.

-As mentioned, she's pretty close with her seven older sisters. Until one incident that putted herself into serious danger and was knocked out cold but then the seventh sister had saved her but was now current bedridden. She seems to blame herself for it while her family didn't blame her.

-Despite that she's ruthless, she's one of the few who knows about the 'real' venom queen. However it made her slightly worried.

-She has feminine voice but it sounds pretty sly and cold. Which is why I chose Rie Kugimiya to be her voice actor.

-Is definitely a dog person, has a pet labrador named 'Fixen'.

-Is allergic to pollinated flowers like Lynette.

-Has an excellent hand-writing for poetry, which only Himari knows it and no one else would.

-Definitely has challenged Lynette and Freya to a couple of duels in the past, a competitive and friendly rivalry.

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One left-

[darknessofbnha]

I’m coming

Requested by @todogirl707​ “ Hi! I just stumbled across your blog and I already love it 💞💕uhm the bio said requests were open so if it’s not too much to ask could you please do a scenario fic with todoroki shoto where the reader gets kidnapped ? And then he has to save her? Or something like that ? Again if this is too much feel free to ignore it

Thank you so much for the request and I’m glad you like my works! I hope I won’t disappoint you! 💞💕 

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Word Count: 2247 Warnings: kidnapping; blood; gore Pairing: Todoroki x Reader

Feedback is deeply appreciated~!

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He would never forget when it happened. The memories wouldn’t even leave him to dream peacefully. They would come crawling and wake him in cold sweat with a shout stuck in his throat.

You were someone he held dear. You had been there for him when he needed support. Never mind how many times he refused, how cold he used to be, you never left his side and stubbornly clung to him. You had overheard his story during his confrontation with Midoriya at the Sports Festival and you weren’t afraid to tell him after it was all over and to once again offer him your support and friendship. He was grateful and before long, his feelings manifested into love. He loved you unconditionally. He didn’t know how to express himself though.

When you got burnt by Dabi while your little group was trying to save Bakugou and Tokoyami during the Training Camp incident, he got so angry with both the villain and himself for not confessing his feelings earlier. The thought of something happening to you and him not being able to tell you that he loved you scared him. So during that night, at the hospital, he held your hand, as you struggled to not fall asleep due to exhaustion, and confessed. It was awkward but also cute and it made you smile and laugh which was more than enough for him. He was happy that he made you happy. And that’s how you started dating.

Everything was so perfect when you moved into the dorms and you two got to spend every minute together.

But the Universe always has to put people through challenges. To test them. And it happened so suddenly that it took your breath away and swept you off your feet.

The news had been blasting about a dangerous villain who managed to kidnap people easily. Nobody knew how or what Quirk he had and it was causing big trouble. What was even more troublesome was that his victims were very young girls, obviously virgins. Rumors were that he was a crazy Satanist using virgin blood to summon demons. Perhaps a bit farfetched but it wouldn’t be surprising if it was the truth considering that the world was full with insane psychopaths.

Your Quirk was powerful – very powerful. It allowed you to manipulate earth and Kirishima often joked and compared you to Toph. Speaking of Kirishima, you were very good friends. Your quirks were compatible as well. He was the best defense and you were the best offense. That’s why the two of you decided to intern together, choosing Fatgum.

“Hey kiddos, what do you say we go out tonight and eat some takoyaki?” grinned the hero and you and Kirishima nodded vigorously while Tamaki only smiled softly in agreement. And the four of you ended up walking and chatting while eating, inhaling the aroma of the street food and absorbing the lively atmosphere. Even though it was night time there were many people out.

“Oh, I’ll go buy some ice cream!” you exclaimed when your eyes landed on the colorful, creamy texture of the ice cream and the boys nodded, telling you their favorite flavors.

“Why don’t you guys go buy some waffles and other sweet things while I get your ice creams? I’m dying for sweets tonight,” you offered and they laughed before walking away. And that’s when you heard it – the most melodic, soothing and beautiful voice.

“Beautiful, sweet girl, come to me,” it swayed on the wind and tickled your ears, beckoning you to follow it. And you did.

“Hey, little lady, where are you going? I’m still not finished with your ice cream!” exclaimed the seller but his voice got drowned. Everything got drowned, fading in the background in the shape of a dull lull as your brain concentrated only on the man calling you.

“There you are. I knew you would come,” came in the voice from your right and you slowly turned your head to look at the man. He was young, tall, very handsome with his sun-kissed skin and light blue hair tied in a low ponytail. Even under the fancy suit the muscles were visible.

Your legs moved on their own. You weren’t sure if you even felt your body at this point. You were completely entranced. You came to stand right in front of him, leaning your head on his chest and closing your eyes, allowing yourself to sink into him when his arms encircled you.

“What a good girl. No resisting whatsoever,” he chuckled and it sent pleasant shivers down your spine.

“Let’s go home.”

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“What do you mean gone?” whispered Shouto and Kirishima sniffed, looking at the ground. “What do you mean gone, Kirishima!?” shouted the boy this time and the redhead grit his teeth, letting the tears fall.

“I-I don’t know! She was with us a-and a few seconds later s-she was just gone!”

When they had returned to the ice cream parlor, you were gone. They had asked the seller but he had been able to only point at the direction you had gone towards. They had run immediately but there had been no sight or sound from you. Nothing.  They had immediately contacted the police. By now it was obvious that you had been kidnapped by the same villain that was terrorizing the town.

Shouto was numb. He stared at his classmate before his eyes moved to the floor, hands clenching so hard that his nails dug into his skin, forming crescents that bled. He was both freezing with fear and burning with anger.

“I have to find her,” he muttered but when he tried to pass through Kirishima, the boy stopped him.

“Are you out of your mind? You can’t do anything! Nobody can! Because no one knows anything about this villain!” cried out the redhead and Todoroki grit his teeth.

“Move,” he grit out as he attempted to pass but Kirishima held him again.

“Todoroki!” before he could say anything else, Shouto threw him the iciest glare. Kirishima and the others, who had been watching the display with tears in their eyes and shaking forms, didn’t even have time to be shocked when Todoroki encased all of their feet in ice.

“That’s not cool, man!”

“Don’t do that, Todoroki-san! It’s dangerous to go out!”

Their shouts fell on deaf ears because at the moment, Shouto’s mind was clouded with the thoughts of finding you and killing the bastard who took you.

He barely got past Aizawa and the Hound, leaving UA grounds and going to the place where everything happened. He narrowed his eyes as he rattled his brain about the possibilities of this villain’s quirk.

“What do you have so far?” he asked himself quietly as his brain brought up all the news he had read so far. Many of the cases were mysterious because nobody was there to see what happened. But there were a few cases when there were witnesses and all reports stated that the girls were going on about their day when all of the sudden they stopped and switched directions, walking towards something or someone as if in a trance. From what the ice cream man had told Kirishima, you had reacted the same way.

“Walking towards the source as if in a trance, huh? Is it like Shinsou’s Quirk then? Mind control?” he mused, rubbing his chin. “But if it was mind control there should’ve been some form of contact. She was surrounded by crowd. What kind of contact can one create in a crowded area. Even if his quirk doesn’t require an answer like Shinsou’s, or eye contact like Aizawa-sensei’s, there still should be some sort of cont-“ he gasped lightly. But of course. It has to be his voice. His right side grew colder and colder, frost seeping from his feet, covering the ground gently and baring footprints.

“Hold on a bit more, Y/N. I’m coming,” he vowed quietly, cold, smoky breath sipping through his lips.

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You hissed, the stinging pain causing you discomfort. It was one thing getting hurt while fighting because the adrenaline was not letting you experience the pain, at least at the beginning, and completely another when someone was slicing at your body with a blade.

“That’s right, princess. Bleed some more for daddy,” he smirked, licking his lips impatiently as he squeezed your wrist, causing the blood to flow harder and making you feel dizzy. How much did he bleed you? Two, three, five times? You didn’t know. But he made sure to do it often because you couldn’t use your quirk in such condition. That and it gave him immense pleasure. You couldn’t understand him. Did he enjoy drinking blood? Was he offering it as a sacrifice? Was it part of his quirk or something? At this point you didn’t care. You knew that you were going to die. Nobody knew anything about this villain. There were only speculations about his quirk. No one would walk through these enormous mahogany doors and put an end to this.

“We’ll continue later. I have something else to do now,” he grinned at you as he left the golden goblet on the cabinet next to you before he moved to the bed and laid down next to what you assumed was a girl. You willed your vision to clear. Yes, it was a girl – probably his previous victim – and she was dead, chest torn open as if the bloody eagle was performed on her, drenching the sheets in red.

“Isn’t blood beautiful? Don’t you want to be surrounded by it all the time?” he asked you and you barely managed to shake your head, a scream of horror trapped in your vocal cords. “Don’t worry your pretty little Y/H/C head. You’ll be joining her soon,” he laughed and a tear slid down your cheek.

And at this moment, the doors burst open, getting completely shattered by sharp shards of ice. Splinters showered the occupants of the room, causing the man to shout enraged.

“Who has the audacity-“ he didn’t get to finish because more ice came towards him. The man evaded gracefully to the left, only to be engulfed in flames, making him scream. Before he could get serious burns, the flames were extinguished and he was quickly encased in ice from head to toe.

“Shouto,” you whimpered and smiled shakily. The boy’s head snapped, eyes widening. He had been so insanely worried but thankfully you seemed to be alright. When he actually reached you and took a good look at you, he realized that, no, you weren’t really ok. You were covered in slices and bleeding. He saw red. He twirled sharply, fully ready to shatter the ice alongside the person trapped in it when your voice stopped him.

“Please, Shouto! It’s not worth it! Don’t put a bad name for yourself before your career has even started!” you pleaded and he gulped, lowering his hand and turning to look back at you. You shot him an encouraging smile, trying to signal him that you were alright. He didn’t say anything as he burned the ropes and scooped you up in his arms. The police and other pro heroes were swarming the place for investigation and arresting the villain. Shouto was angry with himself for taking so long to notify the police of what he found and to formulate a plan. And you could see that he was blaming himself, that he was angry and disappointed with himself. You wouldn’t have that.

“Hey, look at me,” you whispered as you cupped his cheek. That made him stop. The two of you were far from the beeping sirens and the bustling cops. “I’m ok. Nothing happened to me. Just a couple of cuts that Recovery Girl can heal. You did well, Shouto. You saved me. You are my hero,” you told him gently as you snuggled into his chest, hearing his rapid heartbeat that was slowly beginning to calm down. He pressed a kiss to your temple and tightened his hold on you.

“I’ll never let anything happen to you again. I promise,” he murmured and you encircled your arms around his neck, bringing him closer and kissing him on the cheek.

“I’ve no doubt.”

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You were accepted with happy cheers and a cake from your classmates. They literally threw you a party and it made you so happy. They were truly a blessing. Poor Kirishima blamed himself and you had to smack him over the head a few times to get it through his thick skull that he was not to blame.

It was the first few nights that were the problem. The very first night, you had a nightmare and you snuck into Shouto’s room. He had had a nightmare too and gladly accepted you into his embrace.

“I can’t get this girl out of my head. That was… the most horrifying scene I’ve seen. I dream of myself in her stead,” you sniffed and Shouto hugged you tightly as if imagining you melting into his embrace so he could protect you from the world.

“I dream the same,” he admitted quietly and you looked him deeply in the eyes.

“We are going to be ok. As long as we are together, it’s going to be ok,” you whispered hopefully and he gave you a smile – that little pretty smile he had reserved only for you.

“Together then.”

[mila-dans]

Spells Out Trouble: I Wanna Know What Love Is

This is chapter one of “Spells Out Trouble.” Masterlist Here!

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word count: 4770

Summary: You have been with the Winchesters for several years now going through all the literal trials and tribulations with them. What happens when Dean gets hit by a love spell and becomes head-over-heels for you? Will your pushed down emotions finally rise or will you get in over your head? Find out what happens when your best friend's hard exterior becomes mush whenever you end up in his eyeline.

Just so you know: This is my first Fanfic so sorry if there are aspects missing. “Spells Out Trouble” is a series with about ten chapters. Again, sorry if this isn’t perfect! If you have any suggestions or tips, I’d love to hear from you. Thank you and I hope you enjoy it! (Also, not my gif!)

“Y/N!”

You could hear your name being called as you adjusted your position on the bed. “Five more minutes,” you mumbled out as you buried your face even deeper in the pillows. 

“Y/N, wake up!” Dean said, agitated. He was still mad that you won the coin toss for the bed. Thanks to you, he got a restless night on a two-seated couch. But as of right now, you were way too tired to care.

Sam was in the bathroom getting ready first like always. Spending so many years with the boys, you learned each other’s habits, quirks, and how long they needed to get ready in the morning. Sam took the longest for some reason and after him was you, who only took maybe eight minutes to get fully dressed which always seemed to impress the brothers. Dean was after you, taking only about five minutes to get ready for the day which seemed accurate based on his minimal appearance.

“We got to go,” Sam said from behind the door.

“You hear that? We’re gonna leave without you.” Dean said as you could imagine the smug smile on his face. 

“You wouldn’t,” you replied as Dean’s taunting caused you to wake up. You, Dean, and Sam were set to go to the coroner's today and as good a day as any to see a dead body, you were especially excited because this hunt involved a witch. And you hate witches. You have a past and a very bad one at that. The boys know your strong feelings when it comes to the bottom dwelling hags. This remark on Dean’s part as to threaten to leave without you was just enough to make you sit up from your comfy position in bed and prepare to start your day. “I’m up.”

“Finally,” Dean said, throwing your weapons bag with full force right at your chest. It hurt but of course he did it on purpose. Dean always liked to pick on you, even more so whenever you were just waking up and you had your defenses down.

“Ow,” you said, glaring at Dean with only a sly smirk from him in return.

Sam exited the bathroom as he finished buttoning up his white dress shirt. “All yours,” he said to you. You nodded and rolled out of bed pushing off the sack of weaponry from you. You grabbed your FBI getup and headed to the bathroom where you got cleaned up and dressed.

You could hear the boys from behind the closed door talking about the latest victim, John Chase. You listen all while thinking about the case. So far, six men have been found dead with their insides turned to goo. You all had been at this for days and have yet to catch a break. Hopefully the new body would lead to something. Anything.

You finished getting dressed and like clockwork, just as you opened the door to let Dean have a turn getting dressed, he stood in the doorway just about to knock. His hand, merely inches away from your face, you gulped as you realized how close you were to receiving a hit to the face, courtesy of Dean Winchester. “That was close,” he said smiling.

“Yeah, close enough. Watch it next time, Winchester.” You shoved him as you walked out and towards your bed.

“Y/N,” Sam called out as you turned your attention towards him, “Which one?” He had held up two different ties in his hands, weighing them up and down as to signal to you which one was better. “Pick one. Blue or red?”

“Hmm... blue brings out your eyes but red makes you look sexy!” You said with clear sarcasm making Sam smile. 

“Really? Cause I would’ve thought it’d be the opposite. But what do I know? You’re the sexy one,” Sam retorts, raising his eyebrows.

“True, but you do come in at a close second.”

“Wow, and here I thought Dean would’ve been second.”

“Oh no. You know you are my favorite Winchester.” You say puckering your lips, blowing him a kiss.

Yours and Sam’s relationship was very different when compared to yours and Dean’s. Both of them were your best friends but Sam was able to let his guard down with you. You always had admired his sass whether it was directed towards you or not. It was fun to play and joke with him. When it was just him and Dean, he often had to be what would be called the “mature one.” Dean on the other hand liked to mess with you too but he never let his guard down like Sam does. Sam was still the only person who saw the full version of Dean. You wished Dean would let you in but you were just happy that you got Sam to. Besides, he was way easier to talk to when it came to deep stuff. You’d always go straight to Sam without giving it a second thought if you ever needed to talk and he often did the same to you.

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You sorted through your bag as you placed all the weapons on your person that you deemed necessary for a trip to the coroner’s office. The boys always thought you had an overabundance of weapons even when attending the simplest of places. You however thought it was better to be prepared and when riding with the Winchesters, it’s best to be ready for anything. You rummaged through your bag even deeper. “Where’s the demon blade?” You asked, still continuing your search.

“It's in my bag,” Dean said as he loaded his gun with your favorite type of bullets.

“Can I have it?” You asked him as he stuck your hand out waiting to put it in the back of your belt.

Dean tucked his gun in the back of his pants and looked at your eagerness to have the blade. “Um, no.”

“What do you mean no?”

“I mean no, sweetheart. You already have a whole armory on you. You don’t need the knife too.” Even though you knew Dean was probably right, you couldn’t help but want it even more now that he had felt so inclined to call you “sweetheart” which he knew bugged you. The truth of the matter is, you didn't mind him calling you it so much as you minded him calling every other woman sweetheart too. You hated thinking that he had grouped you with every other one night stand or valentine adventure.

“Give it to me,” you said, holding your hand out even further only to have him push it away.

“No.”

“Yes,” you demand.

“Dean, let her have the knife,” Sam said with his “It’s too early for this” tone.

“Fine,” Dean said, taking it out of his bag and holding the edge about to place it in your hand.

“Really?” You said surprised he had given up so easily.

“No,” he said as he showed you that smug grin of his. He took the knife away and walked over to the edge of your bed, about to place it in his weapons bag once again. 

“Give it,” you order as you hop on the bed trying to grab it out of his hands.

“You're gonna hurt yourself, sweetheart,” he said with his once again taunting tone. You only tried harder to grab it as his arms went all around you causing you to get closer and closer to the edge of the bed. You reached over the edge as he dangled the blade in front of you. You almost had gotten it but instead lost your balance.

Thump.

“Told you, sweetheart.” And with that remark, Dean had left the building with the blade placed in his bag.

While on the floor, you try to convince yourself that he is useful and it would be best to not kill him yet but you believe the topic to be debatable.

Sam came over to help you off the floor. “Your brother is being a jerk again,” you said while brushing yourself off.

“Yeah, well, what else is new?” Sam holds out your bag.

You snatch the bag from his hand, “You are enjoying this because you think it’s better for him to pick on me instead of you.”

“What?” Sam said sarcastically. “That is so not true. I never find enjoyment when I let my pain in the ass older brother bully you just so he wouldn’t bully me,” he replies with a big grin on his face.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t be so sure,” you glare at him.

You both grabbed your coats and shut the door behind you.

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You three had just come back from the coroner’s and discovered, thanks to some hex bags found in the victim's pockets, that your witch was very old and very powerful. You also found that she continued her hot streak of leaving attractive, middle-aged men’s innards boiled.

“Great,” Dean said as he shut Baby’s door. “What is it? Five dead now?”

Sam got in beside him, “Seven, actually.���

“Make that eight,” you said as you tossed your phone on the seat in front of you.

“What is this?” Sam asked, picking it up, examining the news story.

“It’s yet another kill where some attractive guy has his insides deep fried.”

“Great, again,” Dean said, starting the car. “Where was it at this time?”

“North Crow street,” Sam replied.

“That’s only what? Two miles from the last victim?”

“I’m pretty sure,” you said, thinking about the pattern of the attacks.

“We go back to the room, map out the attacks, get our gear, and we kill this son of a bitch.” You nodded.

“Agreed.”

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“Okay,” Sam said as he marked the final spots on the map, “We have North Crow street on here twice. Then there’s this neighborhood right here where three of the victims were and over here is Goodman park where the remainder of the victims were killed at.” The map was spread out on a section of the wall above the sofa with a whole lot of red thread and pushpins covering whatever blank space remained.

“So that’s a two mile radius around,” Dean gets up taking the marker from Sam, “This street. Mary’s Ave.”

“Great, now that we’ve narrowed it down, to what? One-Hundred houses? What’s our next step?” You asked as you felt the weight of the deaths on your shoulders and it became even worse as you knew you weren’t the only one.

“I've got no freaking clue.” Dean let out a huff as he ran his hands through his hair in aggravation. Dean was getting more angry by the second and it didn’t help that he had been cooped up in a room with you and Sam. Sure, it was fun to mess with him but it tends to get old real quick. Dean threw up his hands, “It's not like we can just hit all the houses on the block knocking on the door and asking, ‘Hey, are you a witch? Cause if you are, we need to kill you.’”

Sam gives off a tired laugh. “We’ve been at this for a week and we have got nothing except a pile of bodies.”

You take in the sight of the tired brothers and know that it’d be best if you didn’t push them over the edge. “Hey,” you said with a calm voice, trying to get them to ease up, “We will find her and kill her. Okay?”

“How Y/N?!” Dean yells looking at you as if you were crazy to somehow have any sort of hope.

You sit down trying to make up any connection or pattern you can. You see the boys and their exhaustion and anger radiating off of them. You push yourself even harder to find something, anything. You think to yourself about all the information you have: A trail of good looking dead guys, a witch, messed up insides, and a hex bag. A hex bag which you have found nothing in the lore about. You have yet to figure out how this hex bag kills or much less hurts someone. What kind of hex bag doesn’t kill you but still leaves you dead. It leaves you dead... Leaves you dead... “Leaves you dead!” You mutter under your breath.

“What?” Asks Sam as he sees you jolt up grabbing the hex bag and his laptop, clicking away on the keyboard.

“Y/N, what are you doing with the hex bag?” Dean asks.

“Shush,” you demanded as you continued your search online.

“Don’t ‘shush’ me,” Dean replied silently.

You ignore the duo as you search deeper in the online lore. You search every ingredient in the hex bag. Instead of lethal hex bags, you search for non-lethal ones that use the same ingredients. “Okay, hear me out: What if the witch wasn’t trying to kill guys?”

“Sure, she accidentally melted the victim’s insides,” Dean says as he rolls his eyes.

“Shush!” You again told Dean trying to explain your train of thought. “We searched all over for a hex bag like this that kills someone, right?”

“Yeah,” Sam replies reluctantly.

“But what if the hex bag wasn’t meant to kill the men, but instead lure them to our witch.” You turn the screen around showing the list of ingredients for a spell that can lure anyone to the user. “See? This spell and the hex bags use the exact same ingredients.”

“I guess that’s useful information if we wanna make hex bags but how does this help us try to find the witch?” Dean again says with his annoying sarcasm.

You turn the computer around again and start typing away once more. “Well, sweetheart,” you look at Dean and show a sarcastic smile, “These ingredients are extremely rare and even more expensive.” Dean looks at you mad and you smile even bigger assuming that he doesn’t like being called “sweetheart” either. “Since the ingredients are so rare, when you search where they are found, you discover they are only found in a very small part of Ireland.” 

“Okay,” Sam says, trying to follow.

“Now, since the items are expensive, the witch must be rich. And when I search the most expensive houses on Mary’s Ave, I come up with fifteen different ones which all belong to an array of people.”

“Yeah,” Sam nods in agreement, still unsure of your thought process.

“The Fifteen names of the owners are: Smith, Jackson, Thompson, Brock, Jones, Marshall, James, Evans, other Smith, Parker, MacAulay, Watts, Cooper, Jefferson, and Holiday. Tell me, which one of those names sounds Irish to you?”

“MacAulay,” Dean says as the wheels in his head visibly turn.

“Right, and when I pull up the records for the house, you will find that one Alannah MacAulay lives in that house alone. And it just so happens that she paid upfront with cash.” You look at Sam and Dean and notice their shocked expressions. “That name is indeed Irish and is one of the founding families that basically built the town that grows these ingredients. Guys, I’d say this is our witch.”

“How in the world did you get all that from a hex bag?” Sam asks with an amazed look in his eyes. You shrug your shoulders trying to hold back a smile of accomplishment. “Good job, Y/N,” Sam says, giving you a pat on the back.

“Thanks.” You look again at Dean knowing that a compliment from him was as rare as a unicorn sighting, but in this job the latter would be more likely to happen.

Dean stands up and cocks his gun, “Let’s go kill a witch.”

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You all had arrived at the house. You and Sam took the front door entrance as Dean went around back. Sam opened the door slowly as you went under his arm through the doorway scoping out the place. The door shut gently behind him. He signaled for you to go upstairs as he took the first floor. You nodded in agreement as you cautiously and quietly walked up the huge set of stairs that were before you.

The house was gigantic and magnificent. If you weren’t so worried about the status of your life, you might’ve actually enjoyed it a bit more. When you came to the top of the steps, you saw three doors ahead of you. Thinking it might be a while till one of the boys came upstairs to help you search, you went right ahead entering the rooms as stealthy as you could.

The first room didn’t have anything that looked witchy and the same went for the second. But just as you turned the knob on the third door, you heard a muffled sound. You pushed the door open finding a middle-aged man tied to a chair with a gag in his mouth. Only the man and a whole mess of stuff was in the room. You passed by what seemed to be a miniature cauldron filled with an assortment of goods or more accurately, bads, and soon made your way to the man. Holding your gun with such focus and intensity, you searched every square inch of the room just to make sure it was only you and him.

You went over to him, undoing the ropes and removing his gag. “Are you alright?” You asked quietly.

“I think,” he said with an uneasy tone. You signaled for him to get up and get a move on but he still remained glued to the seat.

“What are you doing?” You whispered worried that if you stayed any longer, you wouldn’t be alone.

“I can’t move!” He says with a terrified tone.

“What?” You look to see if you missed a rope.

“I can’t move!” You tried to pull him up or out of the chair but he wouldn’t budge.

Suddenly, you could feel another presence in the room. You slowly reached for your gun, switching your attention from the man to what you thought would be the witch.

You quickly aimed your gun as you turned around only to find the room as empty as you had seen before.

“Tell me, Girl” a voice echoed with a strong Irish accent, “Have you ever been in love?” You aimed your gun in every dark corner of the room trying to find a face to the voice. “Have you ever really been head-over-heels for someone?”

“Sorry, I can’t say that I have.” You continued the conversation stalling in hope of a rescue from one of the boys.

“Oh, It’s such a shame. Surely you must love someone or like someone at least?” She asks as if wanting you to understand.

“I don’t know about that but I appreciate your concern,” you laugh as this is the last conversation you’d expect to have.

The voice laughs back. “My, I can see that you do hold a torch for someone. You might try to hide it but I can see your feelings and they are strong.”

“I don’t know what you're talking about, lady. But how about you come out here and maybe then we can swap crushes.”

“Oh, no. I need to finish my work,” she says matter-of-factly.

“Your work? You mean killing innocent men? I have to say, not a fan.” Your gun gets pulled out from your hands. “Dammit,” you mumble. You stay moving around the room keeping your senses on guard.

“You simple minded fool. My work is work of passion and love, not death.”

“Whatever you say, Witchy.” You try to look for another sort of weapon in the room.

“I just wanted to be loved. It’s not my fault that accidents happen.”

“Well, I just want you dead and like you said, accidents happen.” In the corner of your eye, you see a dagger and you move closer to it trying not to draw attention to yourself.

The witch finally appears out from the dark corner she was hiding in. “If you wanted that to happen, maybe you shouldn’t have come alone,” she says looking you dead in the eyes like a lion would do to its prey.

The door quickly busts open causing the witch to change her attention. You rush towards the dagger and then try to find if a hex bag is on the man.

“She didn’t come alone,” Dean stands in the door and aims his gun directly at the witch but before he can pull the trigger, she flings him past the cauldron and only feet away from you and the man. She sees you and immediately, light radiates from her palms and you prepare to be on the end of a fatal blow. But suddenly, Sam comes from the door, tackling the witch to the ground.

Dean gets up and takes notice of a huge gnash on his hand and finds his blood on the rim miniature cauldron. But before he can think anything more of it, he searches for his gun. You still try to find what holds the man in the chair taking off his shoes, jacket, anything that could have a hex bag inside. Sam gets thrown to the other side of the room and you see now that the witch looks even more pissed than she originally was. “Just let me do my work!” She screams as you too get tossed to the side, leaving a wide-open space in between her and the man. “I will do my work! I will be loved!” She screams and starts to mumble Latin causing the cauldron to rise and spark. Dean sees what she is about to do and before you or Sam have a chance to react to the ready to fire spell, Dean jumps in front of the man and the surge of energy from the cauldron fires right at Dean. “No!” The Witch screams. Sam runs to his gun and shoots her right in the head causing her to fall to the floor.

With the witch killed, you and Sam rush to Dean who is surprisingly still alive from the impact of the blow. “Hey,” you ask him, examining him, “you alright, big guy?”

He mumbles in return, “Peachy.” You help him up as Sam checks on the man who is no longer glued to the chair. Sam gives you the nod that he is alright and both you and Sam walk out, each helping a man down the stairs.

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Sam starts the car back up as you leave the hospital where you dropped the man off at. “You sure you alright, Dean?” You ask leaning over the seat taking notice of his face to try and get a read on him.

“I’m great,” he replies with his ever so sly smile.

“You sure?” Sam asks.

“Yeah. I’m good to go. In fact, I say we go get some beers because we deserve it.” You and Sam look at each other quizzically both thinking of how you’ve never encountered a witch blast that came with no side effects.

“You sure you’re good?” Sam asks again with an unsure tone.

“Dude, I’m fine. I just wanna get drunk. Can you blame me?” He looks at Sam and he shakes his head while letting out a tired laugh. “Come on, let’s go have some fun!” He looks at you and hits your shoulder. “Yeah?”

“Dean, I’m exhausted and I’m surprised that you aren’t. It’s gonna be a no from me,” Sam answers.

“Y/N, what do you say? Wanna get drunk and laid?”

“Um, you sure you’re okay Dean?” You ask again.

“Guys, what the hell is with all the questions?! I’m fine. Nothing is wrong with me. Now Y/N, you wanna join or not?” Dean looks into your eyes and you look at him still concerned.

“I guess so.”

“Perfect!”

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You and Dean pull up to a bar called “O’Malley’s” looking dressed to kill or in this case, dressed to get laid. You always carried a little black dress with you whenever you went on hunts just in case you needed to use it to work a more flirtatious angle. And from time to time, you did. You both walked inside keeping your distance from each other just to make sure no one would think the two of you were together. You have been to this rodeo before. Every now and again when Dean was a little too eager to get out of the bunker or some crap motel room, you and him would always wind up going to the nearest bar to find a little fun. Sam would always be researching something or sleeping. Tonight, Sam was doing the latter.

You took a seat at the bar leaving an opening on both your sides and ordered a strong drink. Dean, following behind you, had immediately found someone he liked and took a seat right beside her. You could hear their laughter and imagine what cheesy pick up lines Dean would use on her this time. Even though it seemed like you couldn’t stand him at times, he's your best friend and you know him better than he does himself sometimes. Dean, Sam, and Cas were all that you had. It’s been like that for roughly five years. And all you could think about right now was just wanting to go home and lie in your bed. Well, thinking about that and the stupid witch. You glanced over at Dean again seeing him even closer to the girl than before. You ordered a refill and quickly gulped it down.

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The stupid Witch. You couldn’t stop thinking about her. You recall what she said, you remember all the talk about love and how she swears that you love someone too. “No way,” you say under your breath. You look over your shoulder again to view Dean and his lady for tonight. You watch them get up and leave. You laugh to yourself and feel the drink getting to you as you order what you think is your fourth. “How could I love someone?” You think.

You don’t even like anyone. I mean, you love the boys but that’s completely different. Cas, he’s like your guardian angel and Sam, come on, he is literally your brother. And Dean? Dean. Well... Dean is Dean. 

You order another drink putting it down the hatch even faster than the last.

Dean is annoying. You couldn’t ever like him. He’s annoying and like totally over protective and he’s way too hot to not have an ego. He’s sexy and gorgeous and way out of your league. Sure you like him but that doesn’t mean you love him. He’s annoying and so bratty. Okay, so maybe you love him a little bit but it’s just because the witch put all these thoughts in your head. You have only been in love with him for like three years, that’s all. Not even four. You push these feelings deep down and always have, I mean, It isn’t like Dean Winchester is gonna wake up one day and be in love with you.

“Miss? Miss?!” The bartender asks you.

“What?” You snap at him.

“You’ve been talking to yourself for quite some time.” The bartender says with a polite smile.

“Nu-uh.”

“Yes, you have. I believe you're drunk and in love with whoever this Dean is.”

“Pft, no I’m not.” You try to point at the bartender but somehow manage to fall off the stool. One of the men a few seats over helped you up and guided you outside. 

You stumble down the steps of the entrance, “You don’t know what love is!” You yelled at the bar. “I wanna know what love is, and I want you to show me!” Your words slowly changed from an angry fit into lyrics from a Foreigner song. You pulled out your phone as you fell to the ground and managed to call Sam.

“Hello?” Sam said tiredly.

“Do you wanna know what love is, Sam? Cause I want you to show me!”

“Are you drunk, Y/N?”

“No!” you shouted, “I don’t like how people keep assuming things about me.”

“Y/N?” Sam said, trying to get a straight answer.

“Okay, so listen, I’m drunk and Dean took Baby to probably make a baby. So I need some assistance. Hey! I’m like one of the AARP people.” You laugh, amused by your own words.

“Where are you at?”

“I’m at a parking lot outside of uh,” you look up at the blurred sign, “Old Mufasa’s.”

“That’s not a place, Y/N.” Sam sighed.

“Well then I don’t know!”

“Your phone says you're five minutes away. I’ll be there in five minutes. Just stay put.” Sam hung up.

You could hear that Sam was tired and angry which was not a good combo but you were just worried that the ant that you saw climbing a rock in the parking lot would get run over. You went over and tested your depth perception seeing if you could get the ant to a safe spot. As you nudged the little bugger on your finger, you trudged over to a patch of dirt on the side of the building. You let him go and smiled, “At least you love me, Ant.” 

You moved back to where you and tripped causing you to face plant into the ground and drift off to sleep.

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The next morning was... interesting. You had woken up to find Dean even more hungover than you, spread out on Sam’s bed and Sam on the way too small couch. All you remember from the night before was a whole lot of alcohol and Sam coming to get you, picking you up from the ground, placing you in a car, and finally onto your bed. You couldn’t rack your brain for any more information or you might end up with an aneurism. You figured that the best thing you could do for your massive headache and the boys was to go and get coffee. You left a note on the door and headed out.

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In the room, Sam changed his clothes out in the open not minding because it was only him and a semi-unconscious Dean. The same Dean who was spread like a starfish with blankets and sheets wrapped around him. He tried to move but was unable either from the entanglement or extra motion that made him seem even more dizzy.

“Dean, you alright?” Sam asked as he pulled on his shirt and finished getting dressed.

“Hrmp,” Dean, sort of, replied. He moved a little on the bed seeming like even a construction crew couldn’t affect his state.

“Dude, I thought Y/N was bad last night. I think It’s safe to say you take the gold.” Sam laughed and hit Dean’s feet trying to get him to move.

“What?” Dean pulled his head away from the pillow and rubbed his eyes.

“Dean, you good? I know you wanted to celebrate but I think you went a little too hard on this one.” Sam tossed a bottle of aspirin on the bed beside Dean.

“I’m--I’m uh, good?” Dean sat up slowly trying to gain some sort of balance.

“Good. Cause we have a twelve hour drive back home to the bunker and since you refuse to let me or Y/N drive--”

“Y/N?!” Dean interrupts Sam and darts up from his bed.

“What?” Sam looks at a now wide awake Dean who is staring at him right in his face.

“Y/N,” Dean says with a very excited tone, “Is she here? Where is she? She’s okay right?” He asks as his joy starts to change to worry.

Sam looks at Dean very confused but replies, “Yeah, Y/N’s out getting coffee. You okay, Dean? You don’t look so hot.”

“I don’t?” Dean asks. He looks at his appearance almost disappointed in himself. Dean is still wearing his black-tee undershirt from last night and a pair of boxers.

“Dean, you are acting like someone gave five shots of five hour energy. What’s going on?”

“I...I...I just need to see her!.” Dean paces around the room starting to panic.

“Who, Dean?” Sam goes to Dean putting his hand on his shoulder trying to get him to calm down or at least relax for a moment.

“Y/N,” Sam looks at Dean like he’s crazy, “I’ve got to see her. I just gotta.”

“Okay, how about you sit down and we figure out what is wrong with you. Alright?”

“There’s no time, Sam!” Dean yells at Sam shoving his hand away. “I’ve got to get my suit on and I need some of your cologne and uh, flowers! I need to get flowers!”

“Dean! Something is really wrong with you. You are acting crazy and I don’t understand what your new obsession is with Y/N. So please, just take a deep breath.” Sam again tries to go over to Dean getting him to calm down.

“You’re right, Sammy. I need to calm down for Y/N. I don’t want her to be frightened or--or panicked like I am.” He unconvincingly smiles at Sam but nods along with his plan.

“Good,” Sam says slowly, “Good. Now take a deep breath.” Dean takes a huge deep breath in and holds it in his puffed out cheeks. He exhales and shakes his body trying to loosen up. “Okay, Dean, what’s going on?” Sam sits on the bed with Dean who still appears to be hopped up on some kind of energy drink.

“I don’t know. I just know that everything is so clear and like this huge burden has been lifted off of me.” Dean smiles crazily at Sam.

“Okay,” Sam tries to understand why his brother is acting like an energized maniac. “When did you feel like this, ‘burden,’ was lifted?” 

“It was this morning, when I woke up and you said her name.” Dean hops up and down nodding with his whole body.

“Right, uh, Y/N’s name?” Sam tries to stop Dean from moving so much by holding down his shoulders.

“It’s the most beautiful name in the world,” Dean says while he waves his arms trying to mime the whole wide world.

“Uh-uh. Listen, Dean. I’m gonna call Cas and we are gonna figure out what’s going on.” Dean nods his head and looks at his brother with a big smile, leaving Sam’s emotions a mix between scared, creeped out, and concerned.

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You had just stood in line for almost an hour trying to get the coffees only to have them get your order wrong. You would’ve been more upset about it but you were just eager to get away from all the noise and bright lights that made your headache ten times worse.

You reached for your room key and inserted it into the door all while trying to balance the uneven amount of coffees. You opened the door and glanced over at the boys sitting on the edge of the bed. “Good, you guys are up.” Dean stood up so quickly that his movement caught your attention. You set the cups down on a nightstand and looked towards Sam and Dean. Sam stood up beside Dean with a worrisome look. And Dean looked at you with such glee and excitement that you turned around to see if there was someone behind you. “What’s going on?” You asked as the more you looked at them the more terrified you got.

“Um,” Sam mumbled and tried to find the words, “Dean’s uh...”

“What?” You ask as you become even more worried.

“Dean... he uh... something is wrong with him.” Sam kept looking at you and Dean. You all stand still, unmoving.

“Dean?” You ask and as you do so, Dean gulps as if you managed to take his breath away when calling his name. “Dean?” You ask again and this time, the biggest smile comes on Dean’s face like an excited puppy. “Dean, wh...what is it?”

“I’m in love with you, Y/N.”

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Chapter two: Take It Easy

[callmeunstable]

Angels & Demons - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Characters: Reader, Godling, Healer

Summary: She finds herself in the middle of a unknown forest after falling asleep. It seems like a normal forest until she gets to meet a mystical creature that welcomes her in a different world.

Warnings: Monsters, Cursing, Blood

Words: 2.000+

A/N: Hey! This is the second part of my The Witcher Fic. I accidentally deleted this part so I had to reupload ot. Yes I cried, but thankfully I still had the draft saved on my laptop.

Disclaimer: GIF’s and PNG’s are taken from Tumblr and are not mine! Credits to the creators!

Tags: @marvelbrat @charliestuff

Song: I couldn’t find the original one sooo

Absently, Alva wondered if most of the monsters were meant to be as beautiful and kind as James, or if this one was an exception to the rule, her mind struggled to hold on to one thought, with a whole new world opening in front of her.

“I know the healer of the village on the other side of the forest. She’s nice. She brings fruits to me from time to time. She will help you.” James hopped in front of her leading the way out of the woods.

She couldn’t believe anything her eyes captured. There are bad creatures. According to the Godling, there are a lot of them. The boy explained to her, that “Drowners” inhabit both natural and artificial bodies of water, from rivers and lakes to mill ponds and city sewers. It is commonly thought that these creatures are drowned men, somehow arisen from the dead to prey on the living. This opinion is as widespread as it is false, for the beasts are another post-Conjunction relict.

She couldn’t believe that this Godling just was a boy but knowing such crucial things about this life. She remembered James talking about the powers he has, that’s how he was able to save her.

“Hey, play some more of your music, please? I love the sound of it and we have to walk some time.” The Godling begged and gave his best puppy face.

She grabbed her phone and she had an idea. Maybe she was able to call or text her dad? Letting him know she’s okay. She wasn’t sure if this was the best idea she ever had, but still better than making him believe she was dead.

No signal. Of course.

“Music, please.”

She pressed the icons on her phone monotonously and a random song started playing.

 “Oh dear, oh dear, I’m sorry

That you grew up so soon

A cold year and no high school parties

I’ve been drinking alone

Oh, I’ve been drinking alone”

 “A blessing to my ears. What's the name of this bard?” The Godling started dancing along while walking in front of the girl.

“What is a bard?” These questions came automatically out of her mouth, wanting to know everything about this world.

Knowledge is power. Even in a world like this. If she knows what she has to be careful about, she can start to protect herself.

“You know the man and women writing songs and these lovely texts of legends, stories of their personal experiences, or their imaginations. I don’t care what they are about. I care about the melodies. I love the tunes.” James seemed to drift off in a state where he was admiring the artists and musicians at this time the whole way out of the woods.

He specifically talked about a Bard called Priscilla. A young woman famous for her poetry.

 “So, don't fear, don’t fear their warnings

They’re bitterer than most

4 years of driving across the country

For empty seats at their shows

And they’ve been drinking alone.”

 Less and fewer trees came along their way and after some more minutes, a village became visible. Still far away but the girl decided to turn off the music which was rewarded with an angry look of the Godling.

“Her cottage isn’t in the village. It's right here!”

He took a sharp turn between some trees and as told, a small cabin was revealed in front of them. It was old. Looked like a typical middle-aged, self-made cottage. Random kinds of stones were piled upon each other, connected by something that seemed to be a kind of cement. A small chimney was built on top and was busy blowing smoke out of it.

“Savilla! I want to show you, my new friend.” The boy shouted and Alva begged it was quiet enough so no one around could hear them. She wasn’t ready to meet anyone in this world, at least for now.

The old wooden door of the cottage opened and a middle-aged woman stepped out of the house. She was beautiful. Her Long black hair was braided down to the small waist of hers. Her long dress was colored with a dark wood green tone. A small V-neck covered her chest mostly and the butterfly sleeves made her look like a princess. A less fancy princess but a gorgeous one.

“Hello, my lovely James. How can I help you today?” Savilla had a warm smile on her face and holding her arms out for e hug.

The Godling happily jumped into her arms, to just leave them a couple of seconds later to point hysterically at Alva.

“This is my friend Alva. She got lost in my forest and a Drowner hit her. I think shes not from hear so she needs your help.”

Savilla laid her eyes on the small girl for the first time. Silently analyzing every single part of her. At this moment Alva realized that she was a unicorn in this world. Her clothes looked completely different from Safillas and James’. She was wearing a red lumberjacket that revealed her sports bra. Some pair of sporty leggings rested on her legs and short sneakers tied on her feet. Her favorite outfit for hiking. At least her fake leather bag seemed to fit the surroundings.

It wasn’t hard to tell that if the person in front of her wasn’t a cosplayer of Lord of the Rings, she had to be stuck in some kind of middle age century.

“Yes, she's not from here. I can tell.” The firm look of the women changed into a friendly smile. “Come in, I think it’s the best if no one sees you like this.”

Both Alva and James entered the cabin. Inside it was beautiful. Flower and herbs were growing every in countless pottery. An out of stone made kitchen area filled the rest of the room with a cozy fireplace at the opposite wall. Different kinds of fabric and papers stuck to the wall. It was filled with colors and smells that made you feel instantly relaxed, at least if you’re a person like Alva.

“You don’t seem to be in a lot of pain.”, stated Safilla while grabbing a wooden chair and placing it in front of her, guiding her to sit down.

“It’s pretty numb right now. It was worse about an hour ago.” Alva tried to give off a normal impression. But what is normal in this world.

er “That what I was inferred already. You seem to be in shock. Your body numbed itself to protect you from the pain.” While investigating the big scratch she explaining typical injuries caused by Drowners.

“You’re lucky that you had James by your side. He’s a loyal soul.” The healer tossed an apple to the boy who caught it happily.

Savilla mixed some unfamiliar herbs and bandaged it up with a clean cloth.

“It should heal fast, it's not a deep cut. You are lucky.”

The women put everything back in place and then grabbed a stool herself.

“Where are you from?”, she asked.

Where was she from actually? Maybe similar countries still exist?

“Originally my family comes from Sweden but I live in the USA at the moment.” The girl explained but ended up not receiving the reaction she wanted.

“I never heard of a place like that. I traveled a lot through Cintra, Temeria, and Lyria. How did you end up here?”

The girl got quiet. She didn’t want to cause any trouble. She was a stranger to this world. How much corruption was she able to cause?

Alva felt a hand on her shoulder. Savilla gently pat her and gave her a motherly smile.

“Look dear, I’m not here to hurt you. I can see you disturbed, even traumatized. You have no idea how you got access to this world, have you?”

The girl started to tear up and found herself in a warm hug of the healer. She couldn’t help herself but at this moment everything that was built up throughout the day suddenly burst out of her.

Every breath felt like acid burning heart throat, inflaming her lungs. Her heart felt like somebody was squeezing out every single emotion trapped in there. Like a sharp blade that is cutting straight through her chest.

“Mark my words, one day will come when you finally realize that fate is inevitable. One day you will get passed all this pain and realize it was a lesson learned for a better future, for a better you. You believe that this was an accident. But in our world, everything happens for a reason.” Savilla didn’t break the contact because she knew that this girl needed it. This wasn’t the first time something like this happened. The same happened decades ago. When the monsters first got into this dimension.

“I can teach you if you let me.”

Alva lifted her head and looked at the healer.

“I can teach you how to survive in this world until we figure it a way how to get you back. You just need to let me help you.”

“How do you know?” The girl was confused, more confused than she was, to begin with. How much does this woman know?

“This is not the first time a portal opened on accident. What we need to figure out is, if this indeed was an accident or if you have a mission you have to fulfill. I will help you. That’s my duty. Let me explain. I’m a mage.”

Savilla explained to Alva that mages are basically what she knows as a witch. Only rare individuals have the potential to become mages and many of those with this potential are doomed to madness. Unless the individual in question - known as a source - learns to control their power quickly, he or she may end up a half-insane, slobbering oracle. That is why schools of sorcery were created, where talented children study for many years, acquiring knowledge and mastering magical skills. Because of their powers, mages age more slowly than ordinary people. Savilla herself attended a school called Aretuza. But she didn’t believe in their morals so she left and lives on her own.

Mages can extract magical energy from the four elements, transport themselves long distances and heal, as well as kill, in the blink of an eye. They have extensive scientific and political knowledge; in the latter respect, many mages are the equals of rulers.

A witch that is connected so some kind of rule book.

“Know you know about me, but for now we need to get you out of your clothes. They reveal your true identity. There are people out there who will view you as dangerous and they’ll get scared. We need to give you a new persona. But for now, let’s start easy. No one will look for you because James took care of that. New clothes will at least give you the appearance of our dimension.”

Savilla walked in a different room and you could her searching sounds. Fabrics got thrown around after her steps came closer again.

As she walked into the room she showed off a dress similar to hers. The dress was white and it had some floral symbols embroidered in the fabric. Her sleeves were also long and wide, almost touching the ground. The White of the dress was mostly protected by a moss green light coat that had a corset on the front. The white dress was strapless but unseen due to the green coat. On top of that Savilla brought her some flat sandals.

“I can give you some pants to wear underneath the dress if you’d like. Is more efficient when you have to move quickly.” The mage was happy she could assist that young girl. She finally had a purpose to assist to.

Alva only nodded along, speechless by the kindness the woman was offering her.

Savilla walked up to her with a hairbrush and put her hair into different styles. “And maybe we can do something with your hair, putting it up or braid-“, she hesitated the moment when she was putting her hair up. “I think it looks fitting already.”

Quickly brushing Alva's hair down again.

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Evil Karma - Chapter 13

Chapter 1 - Chapter 12

Word Count: 2,944

Summary: The Lost Revenge Crew finally has Ben in the palm of their hands. Sofi knows exactly what to do to make him snap and fall even further into their trap.

Pairings: Harry x OC, mentions of Ben x Mal, possible Ben x Evie, Uma x OC

Rating: T for minor language, mentions of gore, and quite a bit of violence

Warnings: Minor language, mentions of descriptive gore and dead bodies, violence (both including and excluding weapons), and Ben is kinda in a hostage situation so there’s that?

Tags: @newtshairdryer @descendantofthesparrow @hookedradge @haden-oftheisle @batmanwearsabowtie

Author’s Note: Not gonna lie this might be my favorite chapter I’ve written so far. Also, I’m really sorry for the inactivity. School is kind of being a pain in the butt right now.

The walk back to the Chip Shoppe was relatively uneventful and silent. Harry was laser focused on getting back to Uma and making sure Mal held up her end of the bargain. I was laser focused on getting down to the ship’s lower deck and making sure I could do everything in my power to tear the royal beast apart. I had been so previously fixated on carrying out every small step of this plan that I had little time to focus on how it was affecting me emotionally. But, as Harry and I arrived at where we would take our separate paths, I realized that all I was seeing was red at the mere thought of Ben’s name. I could easily go in there and slash him up until his stringy intestines were burst out of his chest for me to use as jump rope. There were many fibres of my being that wandered into a euphoric haze at the idea, but my daydream was broken when Harry took my face into his hands and looked directly into me. While my mind’s eye saw red, my real eyes could see nothing but the wide sea of blue and the warm air of Harry’s eyes. “Are you ready for this, duckling? You know what to do?” He asked, grounding me in what my limits were. As much as it upset me to admit it, Ben had to come out of this alive. But it didn’t mean I wouldn’t make him wish he were dead.

“Yeah. You’ll keep an eye on Mal when she comes in?” My mind raced to Uma when I responded. We knew Mal would come to the restaurant no matter what. Whether her and Ben were on good terms or not, it’d be idiotic and a sociopolitical suicide for her to leave Ben to be tortured by a bunch of ‘wharfy pirates.’ What we weren’t certain of was whether or not she’d try to pull something. “I don’t even want to think about Uma getting hurt…” I started to speak when Harry gripped my hands tight, a tiny laugh peaking through the cracks of his rarely seen sweet smile.

“Sofi...Uma’s our Captain for a reason. Even if Mal had the balls to pull something, which she doesn’t, Uma would be able to handle her pretty quickly. Not to mention that Gil and I will be watching them the whole time. You need to take a breath and focus on the goal, here. Can you do that for me, duckling?” After a moment's hesitation, I took in a slow breath and nodded. Harry lightly kissed my head as he pulled me in for a quick embrace. “That’s my girl. Now go get us our magic, will you?” He said as he let me go and walked away.

The lower deck of the ship was definitely fit for Ben. It stood nearly bare with only me, him, the chair he was tied to and the millions of cobweb strings hung high and low across the musty room. Tiny drops of water would occasionally drip onto the creaky wood floors, adding a bit of sound to the otherwise dead silent room I walked into. Ben’s head hung low, not wanting to look me in the eye. Too bad he didn’t have a choice. Unconscious or not, he was going to be a part of this game. He had to be. I knelt down in front of him and swiftly swiped my hand across his pale cheek, sending a loud slap through the air and jolting him up. “Rise and shine, your Majesty! Nap time’s over.”

Ben looked around frantically and began to chaotically struggle at his restraints. “Where am I? What is this! You better get me out of here or I swear I’ll -”

I had trouble holding back a laugh. Clearly Ben had never been held captive before. “You’ll what? I’m already stuck in this shithole your father built. Besides, you clearly have no idea how to get out of those ropes. Not that anybody would, Gil’s gotta be the best guy with ropes on the entire Isle. So tell me, King Ben...what are you gonna do?” I smiled and confidently cocked my head to the side. Ben speedily eyed me up and down, scanning me to see if he recognized me. It took him only a few seconds of this scanning to realize that we had seen each other before.

“You...we saw each other on the street. You could have killed me.”

“But I didn’t. You’ll find out why soon, don’t worry. I could kill you now, too. But...I’m not gonna.” I replied simply as I took my dagger out of my pocket and fiddled around with the handle. His eyes widened slightly as he looked down at the blade. I smirked and pointed the tip of the blade down toward his crotch. “Relax, as long as you do what I tell you, you’ll get out completely unharmed. And I promise you, your Majesty, I don’t ask for much.”

I stood up and began to wander around the room, taking in the smell that really started to peak through once it combined with the King’s fearful sweat. “I’m going to ask you some questions. All but one will have a simple yes or no answer, but we’ll get to that one question at the end. The rules of this little game are simple, you’re going to answer each and every question with complete honesty. If you try to ask me questions, dodge your questions or even think about lying, I will know. And you’ll get a nasty cut from this little friend of mine here.” I lightly waved my dagger in his eyes like a carrot to a rabbit. “Not anything deep enough to kill you. But definitely deep enough to hurt. But as long as you follow the rules, you won’t even have to worry about it! Are we clear?” My face went from playful to a dark glare as I stood awaiting his answer.

“Why are you doing this? Do you think that tying me up and interrogating me like this is really going to get you off the Isle?” I groaned and rolled my eyes before making a quick slash up the side of his left arm. He gritted his teeth, attempting to hold back the immense amount of pain that just shot through his body.

“What did I just say? You don’t get to ask questions, Beastie Boy. All I’m asking for is your complete honesty, is that really so hard? Especially after all the shit your family has put me through?” Ben opened his mouth to speak, but was quickly silenced when he noticed the tip of my dagger edging ever so closely to his other arm. He shut off his words and quickly shook his head, finally abiding by my commands. “Good boy. Now, firstly, your father made the decision 20 years ago to bring back every single villain that had been killed...only to imprison them on an island with no magic and no way out. Yes or no?” Ben leaned back, confused at the simplicity of the question. He nods his head swiftly, allowing me to continue.

“Alright, good. Next question. A couple months back, you decided to give some of the kids born on said island a chance for redemption. So you brought to Auradon who you thought were the baddest of the bad. Son of Jafar, son of Cruella De Vil, daughter of the Evil Queen….and of course, daughter of Maleficent. Yes or no?” There was a pause in his response. A shred of hesitancy. I wasn’t going to tolerate hesitancy. I lunged my dagger into his right leg, causing an extremely pained yelp to cry out from the King. “Yes...or no?”

“Yes, yes I brought those kids to Auradon...but I didn’t think they were the baddest of the bad. I had seen one of them before and...I wanted to meet them, but I knew that one wouldn’t come without the others.” I leaned back in a bit of shock. How could he have already known about the core four if this was his first time on the Isle? “Evie...I saw her in a dream. I wanted nothing more than to meet her, to see if she were real. But I knew she wouldn’t come if I didn’t bring the rest of her friends with her.” A devilish smile crept across my face. Evie had found some way to sneak into Ben’s mind and plant the seed that lead to her and her friends escaping the Isle.

“So...even though Evie was the one you wanted to meet, Mal was the one you ended up falling in love with once these Core Four came to Auradon. Then again, I guess you didn’t fall in love with Mal naturally. She spelled you, then somewhere along the way, with her magic mixed in, she caught your eye. Yes?” With a hint of regret, he nodded his head. There was a part of him that still felt that desire to know Evie. I could definitely use that to my advantage..later. “So, given that you fell for Mal, even after the love spell wore off...she probably tells you everything. Yes or no?”

“Yes. Especially after I became King. Her and her friends came to me with a whole bunch of information about the Isle. Like she told me about-”

“Slow your roll, Beastie Boy. I decide what info you share, here. Next order of business, Mal and her friends were the ones who informed you about the corruption behind Peter Pan. Yes or no?” With a hint of reluctance, Ben nodded his head. Hopefully now he’s starting to get a hint of the kind of information I’m in need of. If not now, he would get it really soon. “So when Mal and her friends told you who Peter Pan really was, you sent her, her friends, and your strongest Auradon guards to Neverland to capture Pan and bring him to the Isle of the Lost where you felt he belonged. Yes or no?” After another swift nod, I leaned in close to the captured King. “Alright, Benny Boy. This last question’s a little different. This ain’t a yes or no kind of question, but I still need one hundred percent honesty. You think you can do that for me?” Absolute silence. Then, a slow, fearful nod. “I want you to give me the same order you gave Mal, and her friends, and those Auradon guards. The exact same order. Word for goddamn word.” I removed my dagger from his right leg and placed it against his throat. I knew for sure that I wouldn’t slice him up. But he didn’t. I had to make sure he was scared enough to give me the information I needed.

“I told them to go to Neverland, find Peter Pan, capture him and bring him to the Isle of the Lost by any means necessary.” Of course. Of course it’d be those four little words that would drive Mal and her friends and those guards over the edge. As I saw all those bloodied, gory bodies laying across the beach, staining the sand’s white pigment and leaking into the ocean, I wondered what could possibly drive someone to do something like this to a bunch of innocent boys? Now, I know. I cleaned Ben’s blood off my blade with my shirt and placed my dagger back in its sheath. I stood and couldn’t help but to slowly pace around the room silently. At first, I thought it was all Mal’s fault for telling Ben and being the one to dig the swords into their skin. It still is...but now I realize that they might have been a bit more merciful had Ben not used those four little words.

“By any means necessary, huh? Yep, there’s the ticket. You know, as a fellow leader...I should probably give you a valuable piece of advice.” I slowly leaned closer to his face before letting my fist collide with his right cheek. “Be careful what you say when you’re giving orders. Otherwise, your own words could kill hundreds!” My blaring voice rang through the musty room as I fought back the urge to continue decking him over and over again. His face showed a blatant and pained confusion.

“Fellow leader? What the hell are you talking about? Isn’t Uma the Captain?”

“You seriously haven’t gotten it through your head by now? Whatever. Who I used to be doesn’t matter. What matters is what you did. Those four little words that you threw around like they were nothing? Those words killed hundreds of innocent boys. All because you and your stupid kingdom wanted to lock up some bastard who you weren’t even gonna find anyways!”

“Okay, is this about Neverland? Because Mal told me that all of the Lost Boys were taken care of.”

“That means MURDERED, idiot! Your girlfriend and her friends went to Neverland looking to lock up my father, which they never would have been able to do anyway, and saw my Lost Boys as some kind of obstacle they had to slaughter their way past. All because of your orders.” A short growl involuntarily came from the King’s mouth. It was finally starting to work. “Do you hear that, Ben? That’s your own guilt coming to eat you alive. Do you think it’d get worse if I told you that no matter what your girlfriend did, the only place she would’ve found my father is rotting away deep in the ocean? Peter Pan’s been dead for years. We had quite the utopia going on Neverland before your army ruined it. Every boy felt loved, wanted, special. We didn’t have a whole constitution of rules tying us down. And you….you took that away!” Tiny, dark brown hairs started to grow from Ben’s face as yet another roar flowed through the room.

“What are you doing to me?” He asked worryingly, his voice starting to morph into something more animalistic.

“I’m not doing anything. Correct me if I’m wrong, Your Majesty, but you and your father shift into Beast form when in pain, yes?” Nothing but a gruffy huff in response. I can only assume that means I’m right. “One thing I’ve learned from living with hundreds of teenage boys? There is nothing more painful to a teenage boy than his own guilt consuming him.” As more of his beastly hairs continued to grow longer and thicker, I grabbed the tiny glass vial from my pocket and popped open the cork. As I quickly plucked the hairs needed for the elixir, I relished in every pained yelp he gave and smiled when his beastly roar turned into a cry of regret.

“If it makes you feel any better,” I darkly spoke as I put the cork back onto the vial, watching the beastly hairs inside turn into a cluster of gold sparkles. “Your painful guilt is about to make a lot of wharfy pirates very...very happy. Ciao.” I gave a small, playful wave before walking out of the room and to the upper deck of the ship. There, close to the mast, was Uma. Similar to when we had our first close connection, she sat looking straight out to the ocean. But this time, there was a different sort of air around her. She was waiting for something, but not very patiently. Her angelic sea smile spread across her face when she turned to see me walking towards her.

“How did it go? I heard screaming.” She asked as she softly moved closer to me.

“We’ve got everything we need. Now we just wait for the Doctor to come back with everything else. As for the screaming, let’s say that Beast is a lot easier than we thought he’d be.” I tried to keep my mind focused on the plan, how close it was to being completed and how perfectly it had been going so far. But, what I found out about my boys remained on my mind. Uma knew that too. She took my hand into hers and began smoothing over my skin with her thumb.

“I heard screaming from you too. Are you okay?” I leaned her head onto my shoulder and let go of her hand as I began to run my fingers through her braids.

“Honestly, it hurt a little bit thinking about that day again. I’ve been so busy with this plan and getting settled in the Isle that I’ve never really had the time to let it sink in. I haven’t really talked about it with anybody.”

“You can talk about it now, if you want. I’m usually not the best listener, but I can try.” That little bit of bite in the tone of her voice brought a smile to my face, just as it always has since the day I met her. I brushed off the topic and planted a soft kiss on the top of her head.

“I appreciate that. But the best thing we can do right now is make sure this plan stays in motion. Will Mal be at the ship tomorrow?” I asked, shifting the topic away from any kind of emotional struggle.

“No doubt about it. Knowing her, she’ll probably bring her friends as backup. So, what do you say, Island Girl? You ready to break some bones and melt some brains?” She asked, leaning up from my shoulder and grabbing my hands tightly in excitement.

“My dear Captain, I’ve never been more ready for something in my entire life.”

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Skeletons in the Closet - Seven

Biker!Neighbor!Steve Rogers x Wealthy!Good Girl!Reader High School Au

Warnings-Swearing, sandals, attempted kidnapping, kidnapping, cheating, smoking, drinking, alcoholics, drug addicts, bullying, illegitimate children, abuse, and violence

With all the money the Mitchel’s have, many assume their lives are as picture perfect as they seem. Behind the glamorous vacations, luxurious mansion, and success that everyone sees, their lives are far from it. The only heir to the fortune, their perfect daughter Y/N, faces the worst of it. Beneath her perfectly curled hair and her flawless grades, is a closet full of skeletons just waiting to get out.  

Their next door neighbor, Steven Grant Rogers, is far from your typical boy next door. He wore a leather jacket rather than button ups, sweat shirts, and tees like the boys in the movies. He opted for a smirk rather than a sweet smile. And to top it all off he chose a motorcycle over whatever you’d picture a cute boy in. But then again, Steve Rogers wasn’t cute, he was irresistible. 

Atleast to most girls. Y/N refuses to give into the boy that likes to cloud her thoughts. The last thing she needs is a biker added to the list of things to keep from the media. A lot is expected from the heiress, and at the top of the list, right under taking over the empire, is having the perfect image. A hot, dirty biker is the last thing her image needs. However, her needs differ greatly from those of her image. And compared to everything else she keeps hidden, the media wouldn’t give Steve a second thought. 

You drop your hands and all the ties and look up to see a familiar redhead standing in the doorway, the light creating a silhouette around her all black attire.

“Natasha,” You sigh. She sees you and gives you a comforting smirk. Someone’s found you, and before you were reduced to a cold corpse. There’s hope! You try to stand but the ties still holding your feet together cause you to fall, luckily your undone hands mean you can catch yourself. 

The four men turn to face you before one of them yells, “How the hell is she-” His words were replaced with a clang of metal and then he crashes to the ground, revealing Natasha holding a crowbar like a bat.

She smirks towards the other three who immediately try to take the weapon. They fail. Miserably. In just seconds another is collapsed on the ground. You don’t dare look, knowing you’ll see part of his head bashed in. Nat pulls up the bar again, blood already coating the metal towards the top. She pulls something black out and tosses it at you before swinging yet again. You clasp the small metal only to realize it’s a pocket knife. You pull the blade out and start cutting the bands around your ankle. Once you’re free you notice the red imprints left on your skin, but at the moment, they’re the least of your worries. You take the knife and drive it into the back of one of the men, quickly pulling it out and plunging it back in. He clutches his side, blood soaking through his shirt as he turns to his companions. You kick him down and he stays there. 

You inhale sharply, “Nat! What if we killed them?” 

She waves you off, “I know my rights.” She pulls her cell phone out and selects Steve’s contact from her favorites.  

“I’ve got her.” She looks over at you, smiling softly, “Warehouse on the outskirts of downtown.” She pauses for a moment, “That’s the one.”

She looks you over, noticing your sleepwear and pulls off the leather jacket on her shoulders, handing it to you. You accept it gratefully, appreciating the cover and warmth.

You hear his bike before you see him, the engine revving as he gave it more gas, Buck right behind him. He all but lets the bike falling, running straight for you. 

He wraps his huge arms around you and lifts you off the ground. He sets you back down but locks your lips in a hungry kiss rather than giving you time to recover.

He pulls his lips back but wraps you tightly in his arms again, “I thought I lost you.” It was less than a whisper, but you heard it. 

You wrap your arms around him and squeeze as tight as you can. Just an hour ago you’d all but accepted you’d never have Steve in your arms again. 

He pulls back suddenly, “You’re covered in blood.” His fingers softly skim your skin, looking for an injury.

“It’s not mine,” You quickly clarify. The last twenty four hours will haunt you for the rest of your life but the last ten minutes more than anything. 

“What?” He suddenly looks behind you and sees the bodies lying on the ground behind you. He swallows, “Buck, call the sheriff and get him out here.”

Steve pulls you in again, tighter than before, as if he was convincing himself you were really there.

“We’ll figure out who ordered this and they’ll pay,” He sounds as if he was trying to reassure himself more than you. 

You shake your head, “I know who did it.” He and Natasha are both staring at you, “It was my dad. Just last night he was saying I’ve caused more trouble than I’m worth. It would explain why there’s no ransom. They were taunting me earlier, saying they were getting paid for my body to turn up on the river shore.” The thought made everyone sick to their stomach and Steve pulled you close again. 

“Last night? Was your dad here last night?” Steve draws his eyebrows together.

You shake your head, “Not here at my house.”

Nat steps forward, “Y/n, you’ve been missing for three days,”

“What? I know I’ve been out of it but there’s no way it’s been that long, has it?” Your mind was having trouble wrapping itself around what she was saying. Steve nodded.

“If you’re sure about this, we’ll take your theory to the police. 

[antics-pedantic]

RALLY CO. #4: THE GATE TO WITHIN, PART 1

Dieter was getting on in years. He scrambled to open another bottle of some vigor or tonic promised to grant greater vitality. He went through these quickly—it had been a guilty pleasure of his to indulge in formulas for prolonged youth. But nothing could compare to his true goal: To return to the secret place he had begun his work in. A place on Earth, yet unlike it.

          But here he found himself in hiding, at the Harbortown ports. It was not so long ago that he had been in Arcadia, Harbortown’s neighboring concrete jungle of art deco. And Dieter had yet more distance to travel. He had to get overseas, away from here. And after that, an even more tremendous distance the likes of which the world had never known.

          “Bumbling oaf!”

          Dieter cursed all the while: Money could buy him the strong arm of thugs. But these local toughs were too clumsy for him. Unforgivably so: He was far more forgiving of his creations. Mankind squandered its potential, where his creations only had the capacity to keep learning. And without complaint!

          “Be careful with my shipment! One wrong move and everything will be ruined!”

          “Cut us some slack, Prof!” wheezed a goon, as they and their gang carefully brought the wide crate down in front of Dieter. “This thing weighs a ton. What’d you get, a new fridge?”

          “Hardly. Once it’s assembled we’ll be home free.”

          The thing in the crate was an archaic archway. The goons were more than a little annoyed at this bout of admiring archaeological findings: They had been expecting something more obviously capable of helping them out of their present situation. That is, until Dieter had started to use his instruments to toy with the stones. The tracing of his instruments over the stones revealed etched grooves. Symbols patterned into each face of the archway’s stones rather than alphabetic characters. Patterns that Dieter had studied for some time now.

          “Dieter Leistung…”

          Even in his anger, the voice that Dr. Dieter Leistung heard now gave him chills. He turned to look in every direction. But could not pinpoint the source of the sound. Nor could his hired goons, who were getting to be on high alert. A prankster would hardly pose a threat to such a watchful bunch.

          But this was no prankster. It was however, one of those times where misdirection made bedfellows of folks and foolishness: For the sting of .45 caliber bullets knocked away any melee weapon or firearm that might have been brandished.

          “Justice finds you, Doctor.” the voice from no discernable direction continued.

          “Impossible! Though I abandoned my work, I left no trail!” thundered Leistung.

          The voice offered laughter. Mocking laughter.

          “Think of me as the guilty conscience you thought yourself above having. Ever-watching, ever-judging.”

          A fist lashed out to send one of Dieter Leistung’s men a couple of steps back. It wasn’t an immediate knockout. But it had them startled, ready to lash out at the first sign of another person close-by. It served to scatter them, despite their boasts to the darkness. If the shadows did not heed them, would they fare any better with their vigilante tormentor?

          “An extra thousand to the man who can gut The Junker!”

          Leistung set about introducing some chemicals and copper wiring to set points on the gate and activating a portable generator. All the while behind him, several of his thugs were knocked around, fighting with their phantom foe. They scored a few punches but only blindly so, never with consistency.

          “I’ve got him!” one goon exclaimed, gesturing to a white scarf he’d grabbed. “Someone grab the tommy gun while I’ve got him all choked up!”

          Another goon dived for the weapon that they’d been disarmed of earlier, preparing to fire. They caught the briefest glimpse of a raven-haired figure in an aviator’s jacket, the white scarf, and goggles. Goggles whose lenses gave off a light green glow. Even for the darkly colored ensemble, this hardly seemed a figure that should have been able to escape their sight. And yet he did, along with all the other senses.

          “AUGH!”

          A swift motion from two gloved hands locked the arm that had held the scarf. What few features of the mystery man that were visible only offered a minute displeasure at having his breathing briefly constricted. This prompted the goon with the tommy gun to cut loose, showering the area ahead with gunfire. The bullets stopped abruptly following two clicks: One of the submachine gun’s ammo drum being suddenly removed, and the second being as the goon reflexively continued to shoot. At least, until he was hit in the mouth with his own ammo drum.

          The Junker loomed over this body, drawing his dual pistols once again to threaten Leistung. But the mad doctor was already going through the archway, as a shimmering effect occurred in the space beneath and between the stone archway that caused his disappearance, before the generator shorted out and damaged the arch.

          But, that wasn’t to say the Junker lacked for an idea as to where Leistung was going. Junker did after all, recognize the patterns of the archway…

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          Elsewhere, world-renowned occult detective Solomon Callahan awoke from his slumber. He had recalled that he’d traveled to the markets of Morocco after some such artifact or trinket of interest. Perhaps inquire about any local issues with the paranormal, or other exceptional forces that might have been troubling folks. And he did so with the company of his students, all of whom drew closer and closer to being professionals under his guiding influence.

          Almost all of them, at least. Solomon didn’t wish to dwell on that, at this moment where there was little he could do about the past. Not when he was needed here and now as a guide. To put forth all his learned skill as a mystic to use against the forces of evil, as was the trade of investigators and explorers—the noble adventurer.

          “Monsieur Callahan, are you well?”

          Where Solomon’s hair turned snow white from stress, Katrina Kafka’s hair was more of a silver, accented by her favorite red hairband. Her eyes and complexion were like the paled terror of one who appeared haunted. But in spite of that, the former Parisian inhabitant had traveled overseas with her mentor to stay with him while she honed her psychic abilities.

          “I can’t hide much from you, can I dear?” chuckled Solomon.

          But Katrina shook her head. “This is not being the most ideal state, let alone just before important actions are to be taken. And I know it is made worse, by hearing of the Junker.”

          Solomon frowned.

          “That vindicator is all the way back in Arcadia, stateside. I can only hope he’s not stirring the proverbial hornet’s nest.”

          “Yes, but—”

          Katrina meant to ask Solomon more about his ties to the mystery man, before there came a familiar pair of dueling voices: Returning to their shared hostel were two lively sorts: A tall, umber-skinned woman whose pockets were lined with a couple of test tubes, and her shorter companion who might have passed for an escaped orangutan with his messy reddish-brown head of hair and full side-burns about his round cheeks.

          “And I say to ye again, Ez!” bellowed cryptozoologist Tycho Gallagher. “That ye be missin’ out on some mighty fine Turkish coffee. That ladle-thing set in the hot sand. Makes for a stronger drink than most sell it as such elsewhere.”

          “And I say to you, my hirsute accomplice.” spat emininent bio-chemist Esmerelda “Ez” Broughton. “You may enjoy your deplorable bean waters without bringing me into it! Just as I was set to find fine fabrics with which I might set upon making my own fashions. Katrina dear, I’m so sorry that Tycho prevented me from finding a proper souvenir!”

          “Th-that is quite alright, Esmerelda!” chuckled Katrina, nervously. “Might we perhaps resume our original goal first?”

          “Yeah well, I don’t see much stock in it.” said Tycho, as he stuck a tongue out at Ez. “Shooing a lion from a movie theater was all the action I got to see. Nary a true disturbance by cryptid or any other manner of monster. I shoulda stayed back in Arcadia and continued at the university!”

          “Indeed, save us the trouble.” Ez playfully jabbed, as was her custom with Tycho. The two were always friends beneath the taunting. “I for one, have done splendidly on my analysis and restoration of artifacts. Say, has anyone seen Felix?”

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          Felix Basra was a very serious Pakistani woman, in training since adolescence to become a detective like her aunt Malika, or Solomon. Versed in the martial arts, preferring the use of a hooked rod known as the jutte, perfect for catching blades and striking foes bluntly. And maybe, Felix also had taken to leadership well. For it was her efforts that brought together and now kept alive the adventuring alliance known as the Rally Company. She was following in the tradition Solomon and his colleagues had begun, righting wrongs and using specialized knowledge and skills to tackle strange situations.

          And that included this one, in which she had personally set about finding back alley leads on the crime cult of the Golden Shadow. A supposed necromancer, but for certain a gangster of mystery. Felix specifically wanted revenge against the assassin that injured her aunt, forcing her out of investigative work. Felix owed this to her after Malika cared for her like Felix was her own daughter.

          She deftly avoided the thrust of several daggers, their steel clanging against that of her jutte. The battle was back and forth for a time until finally not one, but two of her would-be slayers erred and got their blades caught on the hook of the jutte. A strong twist later, they were disarmed of their knives. The remainder sought to throw their blades, Felix just barely catching their glint in the light as she drew her revolver and fired. When the gunsmoke cleared, every cheap hitman in the room had been subdued.

          “The Golden Shadow. Who are his most favored assassins?!” demanded Felix, huffing all the while from her exertion, as well as her anxiety over finding answers.

          “We don’t know! They come and go so swiftly through our neutral grounds.”

          “And outside of it?”

          “Fool! Rival assassins are at each other’s throats all the time. Any who might know would never live to tell the tale.”

          “Then why did your lot work so intently on those?”

          The assassin turned: Nearby was a large set of large, lidded vases. And Felix pointed to them, seemingly for no reason.

          “Have you gone mad?”

          “When I walked in it was the only container with holes drilled into the lid.”

          Just then, the container in question tipped over and was smashed open to reveal a fellow wearing a poncho over surplus military gear.

          “You oaf…” grunted the assassin. “I can’t believe we paid him so much to come here—AGH!"

          Felix shoved aside the assassin to address the foreign mercenary.

          “The mercenary, Duke Luke, I presume?”

          The man threw his poncho at Felix in the hopes it would give him the chance to get up to his feet. He lunged, trying to go for a pistol hidden under a desk. Felix dived for cover behind a sofa, revolver in hand. Duke Luke was at a disadvantage: He was afraid. If Felix hadn’t gotten such a workout from fighting off those assassins just now, she might have captured the mercenary by now.

          “Give it up. Even if these killers weren’t writhing in pain, I’ve smashed your illusion.”

          “The hell you have! I’m a soldier of fortune. I’ve fought in conflicts around the world!”

          “Mm. And always lived to tell about it. You’re a smart little chicken, aren’t you?”

          Duke Luke roared. He emerged from his hiding spot to fire. There were only a couple reports from his weapon, bullets drilling through the furniture Felix was behind as she gave off an anguished cry. Duke Luke’s laughter was boisterous, as he approached to confirm his kill. So boisterous that he almost missed the sound of Felix’s foot kicking the gun from his hand.

           “Damn you! I’m going to make it out of here! They swore it!”

          “Swear all you want, Duke. You’re going to tell me all about your time as an employee of the Golden Shadow.”

          Felix finally had a lead. This was it! While the rest of Rally Co. had managed to find the artifact being smuggled, she had pressed the possibility that the Golden Shadow’s gang was behind this caper. She did have to wonder why Solomon was not as forthcoming with that information as he should have been though.

          And then a velociraptor broke through a padlocked door.

Duke Luke screamed, Felix’s own vocal chords freezing in fear. She turned her gun to fire, grazing the beast. Duke Luke saw something in the room it emerged from, and sprinted towards it while Felix rolled out of the path of the raptor, adrenaline pushing her to avoid its tooth-and-nail attacks, as she received a few fresh cuts and some spots on her jacket were torn. Finally, Felix forced a chair into the jaw of the beast, before running into the room after Duke Luke.

And there stood the carved stones in an arch, not unlike the one she’d seen the Golden Shadow attempt to use not so long ago. Within the center of the arch was a shimmering light that also seemed to move like the surface of troubled waters. She could make out greens—even purples and other shades of jungle foliage along with craggy rocks and dimly lit tunnels. There she saw Duke Luke sprinting with no regard for his own safety.

The wooden chair Felix had used to stave off the velociraptor was broken to splinters. The dinosaur charged ahead at her, aiming to whip her with its tail. Felix dived to the side as the tail lashed upon the stone arch, with sufficient force to damage it as it stumbled through the portal just before it closed.

Felix would have to find the nearest payphone or teletype: The others had to get here immediately to examine this before it was too late. The trail couldn’t end here, and perhaps it was leading to something bigger.

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Why is My Dog Suddenly Eating Grass Like Crazy?

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Dogs do some actually strange things, and one of the ones that many dog moms and dads have seen before is chowing down on grass ! Wondering why your andiron he ’ second on the spur of the moment made grass his main diet staple ? here ’ s what you should know ! Your dog is most likely eating grass because he’s not feeling well, and the grass is healthy food for them. This could be from lacking something in general nutrition, or something more holocene. If he is doing it all of a sudden, he may have an upset stomach, since grass can be known to help them vomit. Below, you ’ ll learn what the sudden grass-eating demeanor means a well as reasons why he could be eating grass, any red flags or behaviors to watch for, and how to stop your frank from eating denounce .

Why is my dog madly eating grass all of a sudden ?

The biggest thing with notice that he ’ randomness eating grass is figuring out whether he has, in fact, started doing it madly, or whether you ’ re noticing it for the beginning time. It ’ south considered normal for dogs to chow down on the grass when they ’ re exploring the backyard or going for a walk, but most of us just assume he ’ south sniffing rather than eating. It could barely be that you ’ re noticing it for the first fourth dimension ! If you are sure it ’ s a new demeanor, keep read below !

Is eating grass dangerous for dogs ?

No, eating grass is not dangerous for dogs in and of itself. biologically speaking, dogs ’ ancestors considered grass to be a staple of their diet and it ’ s absolutely dependable for them to eat and digest as intend.

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That being said, you will have to watch out for what they ’ rhenium feed in the grass itself. From bugs to toxic plants to even something as simple as chowing down on pesticide-treated grass — not all grass is safe!

Why do dogs eat grass ?

so, why is your adorable furred friend eating grass ? There could be a few reasons, actually. Some of the mains are below for you :

Biological instinct

They found tasty grass

They’re bored

Their stomach is upset

Their diet is lacking they’re trying to make up for it

biological instinct

even though dogs are domesticated now, their ancestral instincts can still kick in and cause them to eat some grass even though they have absolutely delightful kibble and treats in the sign of the zodiac. Think of it as their “just in case I’m hungry later” instinct! They equitable want to make sure that they don ’ thyroxine forget to “ pack a nosh ”, so they grab a mouthful of grass. You have to admit, it ’ second kind of curious, right ?

They found tasty supergrass

indisputable, it sounds weird, but it ’ second more common than you ’ five hundred think ! There are many different types of eatage out there and dogs have a taste for some over others. For exemplify, sweetgrass is a democratic darling that ’ s pretty rare, all things considered, for your frump ’ sulfur normal outings. Since he doesn’t get his favorite grass very often, he could start ripping up every blade he finds when he discovers a patch of it!

They ’ re bored

Yes, seriously. If your dog is under-stimulated and bored, he’ll consider eating grass as something fun to do when he’s outside and enjoying some time to himself. He besides may see it as a room to get your care to play with him, as many pet parents will come out to get their frump to stop literally eating the backyard .

Their stomach is upset

When their abdomen is upset from eating something bad or tied eating excessively a lot, dogs often turn to grass as their translation of Pepto Bismol. Grass settles their stomach because it is unmanageable to digest and can cure any bubble that ’ mho going on. It besides can encourage them to throw up, which much gets rid of the bad food they eat, besides, curing the trouble. It ’ south gross, but it works !

Their diet is lacking they ’ re trying to make up for it

Another factor to their habit is that they feel their diet is lacking in something and they ’ ra turning to grass as a substitute. Dogs are particularly talented at knowing when they ’ re deficient in something, and working to fix it. For model, when a dog is deficient in roughage, the grass is rich in fiber and they ’ ll start eating it to help increase their dose .

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Red flags when it comes to grass eating

While grass-eating is more or less harmless in most situations, there are a few situations where you should be very attentive to watching your frump for any foster symptoms. Some of those situations include :

Your dog is eating grass and panting excessively

Your dog is eating grass and coughing

Your dog is eating grass and vomiting over and over again

In these situations, it could mean that the grass eat is either causing a problem ( such as pesticides or poison ), or it could mean that your andiron needs help dealing with a serious problem such as bloat, or tied a blockage. Any or all of these points should mean a call to your vet at the very least! 

There are besides a few other grass-related reasons why you may want to contact your veterinarian, excessively. The first is that he ’ randomness started eating grass out of the middle of nowhere. It ’ south very strange demeanor that is detectable enough to be very out of the ordinary. For example a bombastic total preferably than just a bunch here and there.

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besides, if you notice that he seems actually delirious about the grass choice, it could be an consequence. Rather than fair a mouthful hera or there, he ’ sulfur intentionally devouring every one blade he can find without choosing his topographic point . If you suspect any kind of pesticide use on the grass that he was eating, or you notice a toxic plant nearby, this can also be cause for concern. Common symptoms to watch for include :

Shivering

Diarrhea

Pale gums

Lethargy 

Should I stop my andiron from eating denounce ?

In a general context, your dog’s habit of eating grass is harmless. It ’ s a normal matter for dogs to do and isn ’ t a problem demeanor in and of itself. That being said, you can decide to redirect his behavior if it actually bothers you, or you ’ re worry about pesticide manipulation. More on that in the adjacent section !

How to stop my dog from eating grass

If you ’ re made it your mission to stop your cad from eating grass, careless of the rationality, the first matter to do is to understand why he ’ mho eating the grass. He is struggling with his diet ? Does he have a stomach issue ? Whatever the induce is, treating that will be a huge help . Since dogs don’t always communicate clearly, however, finding the source of the problem could mean trying to solve the problem first, and then watching for any change in the future. For case, if you suspect that he ’ sulfur bored or he ’ s found his favored grass, or he ’ south fair having a biological moment, you can try to redirect his behavior. For example, you can toss a ball or get him to play with you or come over for a cover, etc. This will distract him efficaciously in most cases . besides, make certain that you are giving him enough dally a well as giving him plenty of playtime throughout the sidereal day, so he ’ s not thus blase or lacking in care that he eats grass to get your care . If you think it might be dietary or related to his stomach broken, bring it up to your vet following time you go in to talk to them. They may be able to find out what their dietary needs are and help them from no longer feeling the need to supplement with grass! Grass feed might be normal in some cases, but frantic eat of it can mean a more unplayful issue. These reminders and tips can help you keep everyone in good health and safety !

stopping point

It ’ second normal for dogs to eat grass, but delirious eat, particularly out of the average, could signal that your frank has an write out with boredom, his dietary needs, or his stomach is upset. If he is eating a lot of it and seems uncomfortable, consult with your veterinarian ! Did any of this surprise you ? Are you curious about whether anyone else ’ s dogs eat supergrass like maniac ? share this and see what those around you have to say !

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[tomioneer]

the yyh marathon continues 10 with episodes 31-33

CHU CHU CHU CHU

no, I’m not making train noises

he’s amazing.

i love chu’s stupid hair, I really do. it’s so fun to like, watch move around 

10/10 would date someone with that style ponytail. not the mohawk though, that’s too tall.

better and bigger and BUFFER than I remember damn son

speaking of sons.

soft yusuke

pure, blessed, angel baby yusuke

you’ve realized by now, of course, that I prefer his hair down, but did you ALSO KNOW that i prefer this child is garishly bright coats

no wonder I love napping!yusuke so much and remember these early matches so fondly despite what horrible shit the other kids go through

reminder that they are ALL children

except for rinku. honestly, in retrospect, presumably full-demon rinku is probably older than any of them? 

except for kurama. because. youko.

hiei is somewhere between actually fourteen in human years and like. 300 in demon years, probably.

I feel like kurama, an apparently four tailed fox (I maintain this is a lie, as kitsune can willfully appear to have less tails than they actually possess) is like. four or five hundred human years old at least

koto is a standard kitsune, by the way--transforms into a pretty girl, has one tail in her human form, and is a red fox.

I digress.

chu. chu is an adult. chu is not fourteen, so I can enjoy his shirtlessness without any qualms

koto,  oh my god: “well, they’ve burned their skin, shortened their breath, and somehow lost their shirts. altogether I’d call it a successful fight!”

relatable

they’re laughing, and it’s honestly adorable. 

they’re not hysterical, koto, they’re bonding. 

yusuke used to fight because he had nothing better to do and nothing worth staying out of trouble for, to his perception. maybe he thought it better to get killed in a fight than end up like his mom??? I can’t say

and he certainly never understood keiko’s vested interest in him

he fell in love with that kind of fighting, the carefree brawls where he always came out on top, and used them as a way to prove himself

but now he understands fighting at another level entirely, where his life really is in danger, and the stakes are higher than he’d previously imagined they could be. this isn’t about territory or revenge, he’s been saving lives

and he loves it, and so does this random stranger he’s ended up fighting

of course chu comes back as an ally later

he’s one of the first people yusuke’s ever understood on such a resonant level

thanks for the dramatic preview, kurama, but I really wouldn’t call them perfectly matched

in a fight bewtween two people of equal skill, the bigger one usually wins

or so says anita blake in laughing corpse, a book I havne’t read in ten years lol

so I have a thing for supernatural detectives, sue me

I ran out of ice cream ten episdes and 2 days ago. in retrospect, It hought I was going through these episodes faster than that

knife-edge death match

why is he australian

have I asked that yet, because I’m asking

koenma doens’t like the sound of that but I rmember how this goes and I LOVE IT

shizuru makes a dick measuring joke

watching chu remove his shoes is my new sexuality

btw if you don’t know what ‘toe off your shoes is’ in fanfiction, please watch this sequence because chu does it and yusuke does not

yusuke, I will say again, is a CHILD

yusuke loves the rules of this fight and if it weren’t amanga where he’s not aloud to use the same sort of fight more than once for fear of boring readers, I guarnatee ytou yusuke would do this more often

I can’t believe yusuke and chu are both just standing there in that position waiting with their feet on the sharpened edges of knife blades while the cimmitte decides whether or not a death match is allowed in a death match

yusuke is so small

ominous dark clouds that I missed bc I was typing lol

boys just punch okay

oooh and they even light the fight fo us, interesting

koenma somehow doesn’t recognize someone he knows and has known for years, according to the genkai tournament arc.

yusuke has to reach a lot farther to hit chu

karasu showed up like the little bitch he is

are those tiny eyeglasses on his mask, because if so that is BEYOND STUPID

karasu has a crush on yusuke, I know because his eyes shone and he’s gay

no, I don’t ship it

I could almost ship yusuke and chu though lol

I DO half-ship chu and koto

what the hell, I count them both

ship count: 6/400

kuwabara: I could watch them fight for hours... 

keiko, immediately: I can’t watch them fight anymore!

knowing how this match ends really makes it funny that  the dub, when those plant zombies showed up, had yusuke ask Kurama if he should headbutt them  

shizuru makes an totally unacceptable, but still funny, joke about yusuke having died once already (because they don’t know he pretty much died a second time against rando, and a third time against suzaku)

keiko runs off and shizuru chases her

is this why shizuru meets sakyo? he left his viewing room earlier so I bet it is

I remember shipping them as a kid, let’s see how that goes this time

this is pretty cool actually

she dresses like a first calss gay, honestly

I wishi I could pull that sort of look off

SAKYO hey who guessed he’d show up here , not me

he is beautiful

I actually forgot that this whole time, my favorite fight was going on

I can’t beleive keiko actually got into the fighter’s area and made it onto the field that girl is fucking unstoppable

Keiko, crying: Kuwabara, you have to make them stop fighting!

Kuwabara, clueless: no way, why would I wanna do that?

classic

I read a theory online that kuwabara used to be friends with keiko and yusuke when they were all little, and it has totally changed the way I see it whenever these two interact.

kuwabra genuinely tries to explain this fighter’s mindset to a noncombatant. he is a good, patient boy

yusuke is loving this fight

so is chu

rinku’s internal observations are completely different in the subtitles, saying that chu still has something hidden up his sleeve and it waitinf or the right time to use it, where in english he says that hie wishes the reast of team urameshi had given such a good fight, so rinku could have ‘given his yo-yo a workout’ which is a terrible euphemism for... using his yo yo weapons.

I’m surprised we haven’t gotten more shots of their feet against knives, bleeding

as I went  to type that, we get the first shot of exactly that, as yusuke goes in for his own headbutt to counter chu’s

which was aparently the ‘secret weapon’ rinku meant in the subs

yusuke has beautiful eyes

chu’s head BROKE THE FLOOR

yusuke called chu mate, I dig it

yusuke and kuwabara are cute and gay

oh, they are extra gay when they do sidehugs

I can’t believe that of this whole team only two people are left

yusuke is my hero

he just yelled loudly enough to shup up the entire arena of spectators

“if you idiots got something to say, say it! but say it to my face, or else say it to my fist.” 

that’s a badly written but highly epic and kickass line

I have NO IDEA what chu just said because the audio broke and he has am AUSTRALIAN ACCENT

son of a--

the narrator just fucking punned

yusuke flipped off the toguro kyoudai, and the screen does the dramatic stylized freeze, and the narrator goes, “yusuke may be flippant now”

YOU SUCK

but also it’s a good joke I hate it

where did keiko go during the dramatic pan over the team anyway, she was down there with them.

I rewound and she is Not There.

WHYYYY did they even make Chu say anything??? he doesn’t in the japanese version, there are no subs for him

I really miss the old ED. I love the images for this one, the keiko focus. but. it doesn’t have the same energy. it’s not a jam

now that I thinka bout it, the photograph at the end of that ED could only have been taken in universe on the return trip from the tournament, so I should never have worried that hiei or kurama or kuwabara actually died.

I’m so glad for this arc if only because it’s means all these casual clothes for our cast, and I love that

look how high wasted yusuke’s jeans are, I love it, Ireally do. BOYS , wear high waisted jeans.

during purely internal monolgue, dub yusuke gives a fraction of the information sub yusuke gives by just saying “damn it” instead of “I can’t focus my reiki, why??”

kuwabara’s outside, coincidentally passing by where yusuke is, because hs’ not psychic and ISN’T LOOKING FOR HIM cuz he’s not gay

look, I realize I’m calling yusuke and kuwabara gay a lot. I don’t mean literally gay. 

they are obviously bisexual, or pan, or demi.

I just mean they fall under the LGBTQIA+ umbrella, which is in my region frequently shortened to “gay”

Kuwabara immediaetly ruins my theory by straight up admitting to looking for yusuke and wondering why he wasn’t left a note

kuwabara (paraphrased): I wanna have a team meeting

yusuke, a smarty who already knows he ain’t straight: have a meeting with yourself, then. you’ll learn a lot.

kuwabara, who clearly needs more time: what does that mean?

justas I was about to say tha tI couldn’t beleive they just--left genkai in the room alone, we see that genkai is actually stalking her student now that she’s bored of intimadting kuwabara

we just--that’s the ichigaki team

those poor men

those three poor, wonderul men

I remember nothing about those two demon members of the team but now I’m getting flashes of--delaying hiei and kurama?

thank you kurama, you nerd, for bothering to do research on the next team

yusuke, who now trains on his own time even after running out of reiki: why am I so damn tired?

is this. a filler villain? or did togashi really come up with a character who manifests rubgy balls and calls himself rugby

WHY is the dub so far off the sub right now? there’s no lip flap to match!!

this is awful

buys a fucking gymnast

well he lasted for three minutes before getting killed by his own teammate

GENKAI SPEAKS BLESS HER

oh man yusuke thought is was genkai and is now confused as fuck by this young voice amazing

but why the fuck does she sound young, when she hasn’t exerted herself at all that day

she just, fucking tells them about hiei fucking up his arm

baby YOU KNEW you were making that trade, you KNEW

botan looks a lot like sailor moon right now

keiko confimrs that she is aware yusuke has the hots for her, but also that she can see how happy he is here in the tournament

shizuru’s ass is AMAZING

it’s shocking to think neither hiei nor kurama could tell toguro was alive when they were just a room away from him

why are yususke’s eyes glowing

that whole team is huge, how did rugby even make it on that team lol

‘don’t you have a team?’ “of course I do, but they’re extremely lazy” amazing.

I mean, we know they brothers are famous, but it makes so much more sense WHY they are famous--having previously WON the dark tournament

I wouldn’t be opposed to a movie or something about that tournament, honestly. I want to se more of toguro when he was human. 

I wonder how genkai feels weatching him do this

toguro is sort of like an early saitama, if you strip away personality. their drive at this point is similar from what I know of OPM. 

okay so the dub has creepy-possessive implcations thanks to toguro saying (about yusuke) “that boy is reserved for me”. the SUB on the other hand--toguro just says, ‘it’s a bad day to be a large guy, huh?’ which is fucking. amazing. bold. iconic.

yusuke is sitting next to the previous LOVE of toguro’s LIFE, and he doesn’t even notice her. just yusuke. I guess amask really can hide everything?

I’m stunned they aren’t having more trouble  about sittin ght eaudience that was calling for their blood yesterday.

of course yusuke and his friends have to deal with an extra match lol. 

okay but what’s up with this reigun thing. I don’t remember it at all. 

I guess we just really need to see genkai fight.

i do love and admire her a lot.

on the other hand, I do NOT want to see the vs. dr. ichigaki fight. I remember it pretty well I think? and it was just so--upsetting. 

did we uh. ever get a NAME for the younger toguro brother???

[aresaphrodites]

the night’s on fire chapter one

Summary: 

"the scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within our souls." -edgar allen poe

Lies. Betrayal. Star-crossed lovers. Hope. Dreams. Tragedy. Betty Cooper is tasked with taking down Jughead Jones and the throne he sits upon. Nothing is ever that simple though and Betty soon finds herself in the middle of his world as she learns that not everything is always black and white.

Here we go, guys! :)

A few things before we start. This is a mafia au so Jughead is going to have his dark moments. I want him to be pretty ruthless since that's kind of what his entire character is here. This means that he'll be involved in the occasional murder, torture, and illegal crime activity. That being said, he will NEVER be abusive towards Betty. I just want to clear that before anyone asks or assumes or anything. He's a mean man but there's only person he'll adore above all else and that's Betty. However, he is going to be pretty rude and uncaring towards her in the beginning because that's just his attitude. It'll change.

I've been doing a little research so here's some vocab for you guys! The Boss (FP): Head of the entire organization and has the power to order anything from anyone in the organization. Think CEO of a business. Most Bosses of the Mafia are Multi-Millionaires or Multi-Billionaires, and are incredibly powerful, influential, extremely dangerous, and universally feared. Underboss (Jughead): Second in command in the hierarchy of the Mafia crime family. Groomed to become the eventual Boss. Capo (Reggie): In charge of the soldiers, can order them to do anything like murder, assault, witness intimidation, picking up cash, deliveries, etc. He is ranked high up in the Mafia hierarchy and takes care of most of the money. Solider (Joaquin + OC's): Grunts of the organization who do the majority of the work such as murder, assault, picking up cash, deliveries, etc etc.

In this story there will be mentions of drugs, prostition, and other illegal crime activity. I'll put warnings in each chapter for whatever is happening in that specific chapter.

In this chapter: Drug mention.

Thank you to @itstenafterfour for looking this over. Can't wait to work on this new story with you!

The title is from Hurricane by Thirty Seconds to Mars which this fic is loosely based off of.

That being said, I hope you enjoy!

The man screams out. They always scream during their last moments. Jughead wonders if maybe they scream because they know, no matter what they say after this point, there’s no going back. He isn’t going to let them live, he’s not going to let them “call their family for one last goodbye”. He’s not going to let them do any of it.

“Shut up,” he says nonchalantly as he drags the blade of his favorite knife across the man’s chest. “You knew this would come,” he tells the man, Jonathan, with a disappointed look. “I just need to know, when you decided to doublecross me, what did you think was going to happen? Did you think I wouldn’t find out? Did you think I’d let it go because of all the times you ‘were there for me’?” Before he can answer, Jughead takes the knife and jams it into Jonathan's leg. He screams and Jughead smiles sinisterly at him. He’s always loved whenever they scream; it’s his favorite part of all of this.

He twists the knife around, smiling wider with every yell and cry the man lets out.

His father had told him once when he was younger that he would grow up to be soft and sensitive; weak. At the time it might have been true. There was a point in his life whenever he was weak, when he was soft. As a child, he didn’t understand his father’s job and he didn’t want to. That changed as he got older, as he learned the truth behind the family business. His love for the family grew just as his need to please his father did. Imagine his dad’s surprise when he learned his son harbored a bigger bloodlust than he ever did. FP Jones was respected and he was feared, but not like Jughead Jones was feared.

“I have to make a message out of you,” Jughead sighs. “Which is incredibly unfortunate. You were one of my best men. If only you weren’t such an idiot.” He stands up straight, no longer leaning over Jonathan and pulls his knife out of the man’s leg, causing him to breathe in harshly through his nose.

“Fuck you,” Jonathan spits at him. Jughead just clicks his tongue at him before turning over to Reggie Mantle, his second in command.

Reggie stands in the corner of the room like he always does; tall, detached, and ready to comply. He doesn’t move a muscle until Jughead tells him to.

“Kill him,” Jughead instructs. “And make it good.”

Only then does Reggie move; smirking at his instructions as he walks forward towards Jonathan. Reggie’s just as ruthless as Jughead is and it’s the reason the two work together so perfectly. Jughead would be nothing without his partner.

He walks out of the room. He doesn’t care to see this part. Reggie will torture him a little bit before one big finale, usually a bullet between the middle of this eyes, and then he’ll get rid of the body and that will be that. Jughead’s used to it. He used to enjoy doing the killing himself, but now he was over it. If he had someone who could do the dirty work for him, why did he need to bother at all?

He leaves the basement and walks up the stairs back to the parlor. Joaquin DeSantos is sitting in one of the red leather chairs, legs crossed and looking all too relaxed. Joaquin was a kid, only twenty years old, but Jughead’s dad had taken him in when he was about ten years old. His parent’s had been deadbeats and if it weren’t for FP, he’d probably be dead. Joaquin was loyal and he was fierce, Jughead thought of him as a brother, but he was also careless. Jughead would see the way his eyes would wander when they were out in public; how they’d linger a little too long on the people his age that were out having fun, going to college, working normal jobs. Joaquin was a good soldier, but his heart wasn’t in it; not like Jughead and Reggie’s were.

“Bored?” He asks, startling the younger boy. “Should have helped Reggie out downstairs.” In all honesty, it should have been Joaquin doing the killing and not Reggie, since Reggie was a capo but they both knew that he didn’t have the heart or strength to do it. Joaquin was good for deliveries, picking up cash, the occasional assault, but not murder.

“I’m not bored,” the blue eyed boy bit back. That was another thing; the kid had an attitude. If he hadn’t been brought up as Jughead’s younger brother; Jughead probably would have beat the shit out of him long ago. He didn’t respect anyone unless it was FP and Jughead was getting real tired of it. “I’m just sick of sitting here and playing watchdog. It’s not like anyone’s going to barge in and ask where that douchebag went.”

He has a point. Even if someone did care about where Jonathan Ruiz went, they weren’t ever going to find him. Jughead lived in a mansion that was so far from civilization, it was nearly off the grid. It wasn’t exactly convenient, but it was necessary. He couldn’t have anyone trying to trail him. His father had been the one to talk him out of buying a luxurious apartment on the Upper East Side of New York and Jughead was thankful for it. There’s no way he’d be able to get away with murder, or any of this, in an apartment.

“Fine, you want something to do?” Joaquin’s eyes light up at the question and now he looks at Jughead with excitement instead of disdain. “I need you to go to Toni’s and pick up this week’s logs.”

Joaquin nods eagerly and is out of the parlor before Jughead can say anything else.

Toni Topaz is one of their associates, but she’s a hell of a lot more than that to Jughead. She’s one of his closest friends, probably the closest. She’s been in his life ever since she had beat the shit out of some pudgy kid for stealing his pudding on the first day of kindergarten. True friendships are forged over violence, he thought jokingly.

Jughead’s dad hadn’t been happy that his son had cried in front of everyone and had to rely on a girl to help him out, but Toni hadn’t judged him at all; not even when FP had yelled at his son and hit him over the head for making him come to the school over something so childish. It was the last time Jughead ever made that mistake.

Toni stuck up for him after that and then, when they got older, Jughead stuck up for her. The two were thicker than thieves and got into more trouble than they could handle growing up. After his mother up and left, taking his younger sister with her, Jughead spent a lot of time experimenting with hard drugs and partying more than his body could take. It had been Toni that had saved him from his own death one night when he went too far and he owed her his entire life.

FP had taken a liking to the strong willed girl and Jughead knew that she was the daughter he wished he could have. After Jellybean left with his mom, she cut off all ties with Jughead and his father. It had hurt FP just as much as it had hurt him, probably more, and Jughead knew that his dad never really recovered from it.

All in all, Toni was like family to them. Which was why she had offered to help them out as much as she could once she found out just how the Jones’ made all their money. She owned an mechanic shop out in Queens and had let a few of Jughead’s guys use it as a cover for a job. Jughead and Reggie owned a huge nightclub in New York City so they were covered. As for the other guys, as long as they kept up with the logs at Toni’s, it seemed like they were making a living doing honest work and there was no reason to suspect them of anything; and if anyone caught wind of it, there was no evidence to back it up.

There’s the loud bang of a gun and then the sound of a body hitting the ground and then nothing. Jughead stands and waits until he hears the sound of Reggie’s footsteps coming up the stairs.

“That guy fucking bled everywhere,” Reggie says in disgust. “Look at me!” Jughead turns around and sure enough, Reggie is coated in blood. It’s all over his clothes and his face.

“You better not get that shit on my floor, man! Why are you even up here? Get back down there and get his body out of the basement before he stinks up the entire house.”

Reggie just rolls his eyes, but he doesn’t step onto Jughead’s carpet so at least there’s that.

“Where the fuck is Junior?” Junior is what Reggie refers to Joaquin as, deeming him the younger version of Jughead.

“Out to Toni’s, we need to make sure the logs are good to go for this month.”

“Then get Reid and Michael down here,” Reggie tells him, referring to the other soldiers. “I’m not cleaning up this shit.”

Jughead goes off  in search of the two kids. He’s not as surprised as he should be when he finds them hanging out by the bar in the living room. Reid’s mixing drinks while Michael cuts up lines of cocaine. Jughead doesn’t mess with drugs anymore, but he’s not going to stop them from doing them. He can’t help the way his fingers twitch at the sight of the substance, though.

“Go help Reggie get rid of Ruiz’s body,” he tells the two kids. They jump in surprise at his voice and are quick to scramble themselves together before running off towards the parlor. He’s used to his presence scaring people and while it used to make him sad, now he lives off of it.

He decides that he’s done for the day and heads up the huge spiral case in the foyer, to his bedroom. It’s been a long day and he deserves a shower. He has a bit of blood on his hands, literally, and it’s starting to gross him out a bit.

He strips himself of all his clothes before turning the showerhead to its hottest setting and stepping under the water. It feels good against his skin as it releases the tension that’s been building up in his body. He’s quick to shampoo his hair before he begins to run his black loofa over his body. He’d never used a loofa before but Reggie swore it was life changing so he’d finally given in. It sure made shit easier that’s for damn sure.

After he’s done with the shower, he dries off and slips into a pair of sweats with a plain black t-shirt. As much as he wishes he could just go to bed, he knows he can’t just yet. He needs to make sure the logs are in order with Toni and then he needs to call his dad and fill him in on everything that happened today. He doesn’t know how he’ll take it. Jughead might be in charge while his dad is out of town, but FP still ran everything for now. Jughead’s supposed to run stuff like this by him, but he acted impulsively on this one. He couldn’t help it, though. Jonathan had disrespected him and the family in the worst way possible. Jughead had to teach him a lesson. You didn’t screw around on the Jones’ family and live to tell about it, especially not while Jughead was running shit. He didn’t regret a single thing he did today, but he knew he probably should have checked in with the Boss first.

He walks downstairs and sees that Joaquin is already back. However, he looks panicked and Reggie is glaring down at him. Jughead already knows that whatever happened at Toni’s wasn’t good.

“What?” He asks as soon as he gets in front of them. “Tell me what happened.”

“Don’t freak out,” Joaquin says and Reggis snorts and mutters a ‘yeah right’ under his breath. “Toni couldn’t give me the logs.”

“Why the fuck not?” Jughead snaps, his patience growing thin.

Joaquin mumbles something under his breath and Jughead leans down.

“What was that?” He asks. “I didn’t hear that. Speak up.”

“Thecopshavethem.”

The words come out quickly and jumbled together, but Jughead’s still able to understand them. Although he wishes he didn’t. He clenches his fists, trying not to lash out at the kid.

“Excuse me?”

“Speak up, Junior,” Reggie says, although he’s smirking so Jughead knows that he’d known about this beforehand.

“The cops have them,” he says louder and Jughead has to refrain from hitting something.

“Why the fuck do the cops have the logs?”

“Toni said that they started sniffing around a while back but she didn’t think anything of it, because it’s not like they had anything to go off of. Seems like not everyone was logging in their work hours though and the cops started looking at work hours versus pay grade and said it didn’t match up. She thinks they’ve been looking at us for a while now, ever since the drug deal in Brooklyn.”

Fucking Brooklyn. Reggie and one of the new guys, Mario, were supposed to go pick up some drugs from the Andrews’ clan. The Jones’ hardly ever did work with the Andrews’, too much bad blood between the families, but this one was a dire need for them. Everything was going good until it turned out that one of Andrews’ men was really a fucking nark. Reggie had the kid dead before he could even reach for his phone to call the cops.

They had gotten rid of the body, but it didn’t help that the guy wore a fucking wire so he knew everything that was going on and so did whoever his superiors were. They hadn’t caught them in the act though, so they didn’t have a case. Apparently they had enough though.

“I thought you took care of that,” Jughead says with a pointed glare at Reggie.

“Don’t look at me! It’s not my fault that Andrews’ men had a fucking nark on their side. Guess we should have known, huh?”

Jughead runs his hands over his face in frustration. In all honesty, this isn’t really that big of a deal. It wouldn’t be the first time someone’s had their eye on them, but it’s always a fucking hassle to deal with. It’s something that he shouldn’t have to deal with at all.

“Do we know which cop it was?”

“Keller.”

Jughead rolls his eyes. Kevin Keller has been a thorn in his side for as long as he can remember. Before him, it was his father that was always giving them trouble. Apple didn’t fall too far from the tree it seemed.

“I can take care of Keller,” Jughead says. He’s a soft cop. He wants to be on top, wants to prove to the world that he’s not as soft as he looks, but it’s a front. The kid isn’t a problem; he’s hardly a worry at all. “Anything else you wanna tell me?”

“That’s it.”

Jughead nods before walking off.

“Where you going?” Reggie calls out to his retreating back.

“To fucking sleep!”

His mood has diminished and he needs his bed. The world can wait.

[banesoka]

Untitled Pirate AU Fanfic

Part Two!

Bane was always there at the front, helping his crew pillage the mansion and take all they wanted. The last place they stormed was the kitchen. Everyone grabbed the expensive luxurious food until the kitchen was completely empty, then brought out crate after crate of alcohol. All three ships were filled with the loot while the townspeople could only look on too afraid to do anything.  Then the remaining soldiers on shore who were still alive were cut down.

Finally, Sabine led the crew to set the mansion ablaze. As the flames began to rise to the second floor, Bane led the pirates back to the ship, pleased with how the night went.  They had stolen enough goods to last them many moons on sea.  Back on Sleight of Hand he ordered them to make for safe waters at once.

“And as a reward for your good work, tomorrow night we will have a large feast. Food and drinks and whores for everyone!” he announced to the crew.

The crew cheered and held their weapons high in pride as they watched the burning pillaged port slowly vanish from view.  Bane’s first mate, Embo, leaned over to speak to him quietly.

“The girl is in your quarters. I thought she would be safest there.”

Bane nodded in thanks.

“Rest well tonight boys and girls and everyone else. I will be in my quarters.”  With that he left Embo in charge for the evening and went to his quarters to see the princess. Sure enough he found her tied up on his bed, dress torn, struggling against her bonds.  When he approached her eyes widened and she let out a muffled cry against the gag.

“Hello there,” he said in a mockingly sweet tone of voice, tipping his hat at her.

She glared at him, fire in her eyes.

His tone suddenly turned cold.

“Now listen up, I'm only saying this once. As long as you're on good behavior no harm will come to you. You can cooperate while you're here and not stir up any trouble, and you'll be treated well. But if you choose to fight back, well, let's just say you can forget about all the simple comforts a spoiled brat like you is used to. Understand?"

She nodded slightly.

“Smart girl. I like that.” He approached her and sat on the side of the bed.  She flinched expecting him to hurt her.  Instead he gently removed the gag from her mouth.  “Now, you have the option of sleeping in a cell or in the guest quarters next to mine.”

"I'll take the guest quarters I guess.”

He untied her ankles and wrists.  She still stared at him in fear, holding her breath.  When she was free she rubbed the marks on her wrists.

“Tell me your first name, princess.”

"You kidnap someone with out knowing their name?”

“Oh, I know your family name.  You’re not the only princess around, you know.”

“Ahsoka. Ahsoka of the Family Tano last of the line and first born next in line for the crown of Kiros.”

"Congratulations," he muttered. "Now it's only fair I tell you my name. I'm Captain Cad Bane. This is my fleet, Sleight of Hand, Xanadu Blood, and the Justifier."

“I wish I could say it was a pleasure to meet you, but it isn’t,” she scowled up at him.

"Aye, I get that a lot." He grinned.  “Guest quarters are this way, follow me.”  He led her to the room next to his.  It wasn't much, just a small tub, desk, and a bed in the corner and a little window looking out to the endless sea.  Ahsoka turned to face him.

"I'm assuming these are the only clothes I have?” she asked.  “It may not look it but this dress is her uncomfortable especially to sleep in, and I’d prefer to have a change in outfit.”

“We took a lot from your wardrobe.  Selling one of them would feed us all for a week,” he said with a slight disdain in his tone that did not go past Ahsoka.

“Can I have any of it or are you going to sell every single one?”  Ahsoka did not really mind losing her dresses but having them stolen and sold off to feed sea rats was what made her angry.

“Hmm. I could let you pick two,” Bane said.

“Thank you.”

He called in Sabine and asked her to bring in Ahsoka's wardrobe they stole.  Once they arrived Bane laid out the dresses for her.  He picked up a silky purple dress and held it to his face, smelling the perfume still on it.  As he did he gave her a slight sly smile.  “Wonder how expensive this perfume was too.”

She snatched it from him with a look of disgust on her face.  She could not believe this pirate scum.  On top of kidnapping her now he had the nerve to admire her clothing and perfume like she was some lady of the night.

“That’s my favorite dress!” Ahsoka snapped at him.

"I can see why.  You’ll have to show us how you look in it sometime.”

She tried to ignore him as he watched her hover over her dresses, trying to decide which ones to save.  The second one she chose was a slightly more practical outfit she used when practicing her fencing.  It would have to do and she really did not want to part with this one either.

“Interesting choices.”  Sabine came back later to take away the rest of them and her and Bane whispered a few things to each other, stealing glances at Ahsoka.  Sabine seemed very curious to look over the royalty on board.  Then she left and Bane took off his hat.  “Well, since I've had a long day, I'll be retiring now. Sleep well, princess.”

"Thank you, pirate.”

"That's Captain Bane to you.”  He bared his fangs with coldness in his eyes.

"Thank you... Captain Bane,” she managed to spit out.

“That’s better."  He smiled and with that went to his bed which was in the back of his quarters and surrounded by a thick curtain that had clearly been stolen from another royalty. He shut the curtains and Ahsoka could hear him undressing.

She kept half an eye on the curtains as she changed; she could see his shadow against the candlelight.  It was a relief to be out of that uncomfortable dress so at least she had that going for her.  Bane blew out the candle beside his bed and took a couple swigs from a bottle of rum before he went to sleep.  On the dining table in his quarters Ahsoka saw utensils still left out; a plate with a bare turkey leg bone and some bread crust, a large silver goblet, and a large cutting knife.

For a while Ahsoka lay in her bed.  There was no way she would get any sleep.  All she could hear were the cries of her people being slaughtered and watching their possessions being stolen from them.  Her aunt probably had not survived the attack either.  Who knew how many had died tonight?  Ahsoka felt hot tears run down her cheeks but she could not stop them from coming.  Her chest ached with grief.  And she clenched her fists in fury at the man lying just in the other room.

When she had calmed down she waited a while longer to be sure the captain was fast asleep.  She then got up and scooped up the knife on the table without a sound.  Ahsoka moved as slow and as quietly as she could across the room towards his bed.  Her heart pounded in her montrals.  Finally she pushed the curtains back.

The captain appeared to be fast asleep, eyes shut, chest rising and falling slowly. From the moonlight reflection Ahsoka could see his bare arms and chest and that they were covered in tattoos.  His back was scarred as if he had had been lashed.  Ahsoka could not help but stare. This was the most naked man she had ever seen, excluding art, and she had to admit she liked what she saw.

She shook herself and regained focus. On her purple slinky dress, she raised the knife and struck down at his neck.

A hand suddenly grabbed her wrist just as the blade was inches from his neck. His glowing red eyes shot open.

“Did you really think I'd be that stupid?” Bane asked.

Ahsoka stared in terror but managed to make a snarky reply.

“Is one stupid if they are asleep?”

“I never sleep when a new prisoner is on board."  He sat up, still holding her wrist tight, twisting it slightly.  "I left that knife out on purpose, of course. First to see if you were clever enough to notice it. Second to see if you were stupid enough to try and use it.  So you're both clever and stupid."

"Ahhh..."  She winced in pain and let go.  The knife fell from her hand.  “Thank you?"

"You won’t be thanking me tomorrow. Embo!”

In seconds the first mate was in his quarters.

"Yes, captain?"

"Take her to the cell and shackle her. She still has a lesson that needs to be taught. Give her water in the morn but no food."

“What!”  Ahsoka cried.  “No, please! Don’t!  I'm sorry I won't try anything again!  Please Captain Bane I'll do anything!”  She knew it was useless to beg for mercy from a pirate no less but she could not help herself.  The thought of spending the night in a cold dark cell terrified her.

"Sorry, princess, but we had an understanding and you broke the rules," he said coldly.

Embo grabbed her and began dragging her away below deck.

“No! Please!”  She kicked and thrashed.

Embo put one large hand around her throat, not hurting her, but showing her that he could break her neck in an instant. "Quiet, girl, or the captain will worsen your punishment."

She nodded and didn't make another sound but was still shaking.  Embo took her below deck to where they kept the cells and pushed her inside, shackling her ankles to a lock on the wall so she could only stand up and walk around a couple paces. The cell was smaller than her closet back at the mansion, and it was very musty. The walls were covered in filth and grime, and she could hear rats in the dark corners. With that Embo locked the door and left her there in pitch darkness.

Crying softly, Ahsoka huddled in the darkness and hugged herself.  Just hours ago she had been safe and comfortable in her mansion back home.  Now all of that was gone and she was chained up like a slave, at the mercy of a terrible pirate.  She buried her face and wept for all the dead and for fear of what would happen to her.  Eventually she decided she would need sleep to get some strength back, that is if she wanted a chance at getting out of this alive.  She tried her hardest to sleep but she could barely close her eyes all night.

When morning came the cell began to grow very warm with the heat of sunlight.  Her throat was parched.  Her whole body ached from sitting on the hard floor all night.  She felt that she would really like a bath too.  Ahsoka leaned against the cell wall, rustling the chains. Finally, Embo brought her a canteen of water.  Her head pounded as she chugged back the whole canteen.

“Captain wants you back in his quarters come noon,” Embo said.

“Is that soon?” she asked hopeful, anything to get out of this hell.

"Not for a few more hours," he said smugly.

"Can I see him now?  Please?” she begged, grabbing the bars.

"Why do you want to?"

"To apologize again.  To show him how sorry I really am for what I did.”  Of course she did not feel sorry about it.  Not yet anyway.  She was just sorry she had not succeeded.

"The captain is busy but I'll see if he has time to see you.”  Embo left and was gone for nearly fifteen minutes before he came back with Bane who looked down at Ahsoka in the cell with curiosity.

"Captain Bane!  I'm sorry!  I won't do anything like that again.”

"Had enough of a punishment already?"

"Yes sir,” she said with out even thinking.  Clearly killing him wasn’t her way out of this.  She had to find another strategy in order to survive.

He nodded. "Very well. Embo, take her back to the guest quarters and give her a little to eat. Tonight you will dine with me at the feast, and you'll wear that favorite dress of yours."

"I understand.”  She nodded, now knowing better than to question him.

Embo unshackled her ankles and helped her up.  Bane was about to leave but stopped.

"Oh, and give the princess a bath before the feast as well," Bane ordered before he left.

With that Embo walked her up to the guest room and started a nice hot bath. She hoped bane wouldn't come in while she bathed but the hot water felt so good that once in she completely forgot about him. She closed her eyes and laid back enjoying the smell of the fine oils she put into the water.

While her eyes were closed, Bane entered his quarters to look over the map on his desk. Almost instantly he saw the naked Togrutan girl appearing asleep in the bath.  At first he thought to look away but found himself examining her round breasts, dark nipples, slender hips and thighs. She was so relaxed and almost asleep she didn't hear him enter, nor noticed him watching her. He watched her a little longer until his guilt took over and he cleared his throat.

She jumped awake and covered herself.  Blood rushed to her cheeks.

"Captain!"

"My apologies."

"Wait really? You apologize?"

"Yes, I do. Now finish bathing.”

She nodded waiting for him to turn around or leave.  No one save for the maids who used to help dress her had seen her naked body before.  Had he been staring at her just now?  How long?  Bane had turned his back on her and was studying the map again but Ahsoka still felt very shy and exposed.  Her face would not stop burning.  She finished washing herself then quickly scampered across the room to fetch her towel.

'How old are you?” Bane suddenly asked.

“Seventeen, why?"

"Ah. Just curious."

“For that last year my parents were trying to marry me off.”

"Aww. Poor thing."

She rolled her eyes and ignored him.

“I'm not a child you know. I am a woman.”

"And I'm in the Royal Navy,” Bane said.

“I'm serious. Most girls my age are already on their second kid.  Part of the reason I was sent here in the first place was to find a nobleman to be betrothed to.  But I guess that will not be happening anytime soon.”

"I'm aware of that."

"So then why laugh?"

"It's just so ... different."

"From what?"

"From what I know.”  His eyes were still fixed on the chart.  He made a few notes and rubbed his lip with his thumb.  Ahsoka watched him.  Now she was the one who felt curious.

"What do you know?” she inquired.

That seemed to be an inappropriate question at least for the moment.  Bane glanced over at her and ordered coldly,

"Finish bathing then get dressed."

"I will... Sir.”  Ahsoka blushed again at having been reminded that she was naked under the towel.

[furidojasutin]

Pairing: Gajevy (Gajeel x Levy)

Characters: Levy McGarden, Jet, Droy, Gajeel Redfox

Universe: Canon

Rating: T

Summary: Levy and Gajeel got paired up to help Master Makarov out with the organization of some books in the library. But an unfortunate happening suddenly twists the situation and changes their priority.

a/n: This was a commission/two commissions for super kind @gytech! (: Plot belongs to him as does a lot of the first part’s writing (end of part one and beginning of the continuation/part 2 are marked by three dots). I ‘only’ revamped the first part of this and then completely wrote up the second by myself. Thank you again for commissioning me!! Some humor and troubled/bickering Gajevy haha.

COMMISSION INFO.

“But Levy! Do we really have to?” Droy and Jet whined as they walked into the guild for the day. Whatever was going on, they didn't seem all too eager to do what they were supposed to do apparently.

Levy turned to the two guys and gave a serious nod that left little to no chance for complaints. The seventeen year old was as short as ever and her blue hair was as messy as ever too. She never really managed to tame it so thankfully it was neatly held in place by her yellow hair ribbon again.

She was clad in her normal orange mini-dress with the detached sleeves and a pair of simple sandals was on her feet. It complimented her petite figure quite nicely and showed off her long smooth legs. Since it was such a cute it had become Levy’s main attire.

“Yes! The guild received a new shipment of tomes! Master Makarov wanted me to organize them so I need you two to go get the other boxes. I’m going to be putting the first ones away with the other person Master hired,” she explained again and made clear that their help really was important.

Though the two males of Team Shadow Gear shoot a skeptical look towards her. It was clear that they were slightly jealous that someone else would be allowed to be with her while working with these boxes but for now they just followed her to the bar so they could sit down for lunch. Jet and Droy sat to Levy’s right. The two had some burgers and beer while Levy herself ordered a simple salad. For the most part, the group was silent until Jet spoke up once more.

“So who's the person that will be helping you?”

Levy turned to answer but someone sat heavily to the stool on her left and the three turned to see a familiar dragon slayer.

The name was none other than Gajeel Redfox and one could almost hear Jet and Droy groan upon seeing him.

He had his usual rough appearance; a man of average height and had tan skin with several piercings along his face and ears. His long untamed black hair fell to his shoulder blades, and his fierce eyes were red. He was wearing in his own usual attire too which consisted of a green bandana around his forehead, a similarly green muscle shirt with a black trench-coat, beige pants and some brown gloves with iron-plates on the back. The black-haired man had his own plate of food in his hands. He didn't seem to be amused, judging by his facial expression, but the plate of chili-fries and the steamed cup of melted iron was hardly the reason for it. His current mood didn't surprise Levy at all. She knew very well that Gajeel wasn't one for literature or education, much like Natsu. In fact the only dragon slayer that Levy knew liked reading was Wendy so she guessed that the iron mage had no choice but to help. To be quite honest, they hadn't really talked about this yet and for a moment she pouted.

“It's me,” Gajeel growled at last before he took a sip of his melted iron. “For some reason the old man couldn't get somebody else.” Freed or Lucy would have been two more fitting options for this small job, he thought, but as far as he knew the Raijinshuu's Captain was out on an S-Class mission with his team and Laxus and Lucy hadn't been at the guild today yet. He didn't really mind spending more time with the bluenette he'd been kind of, sorta, maybe unofficially dating for some time now but this task seemed boring as hell to him.

Levy gave a nervous laugh before she finished her salad; she didn't exactly like the negative vibes that her friends were giving off so she decided to get up and smoothed out her dress, then have all three of them a kind of uncertain smile. “Well, I'm going to go ahead and get started in the library already. I'll see you in a bit Gajeel!”

The script mage took a deep breath as she turned to walk away from the bar. Two steps later though she felt how somebody grabbed her left sleeve and her head turned in surprise just to see her two team mates standing beside her, Jet's hand holding onto the fabric of her attire. His face had a really pleading look and Levy gave a cute, curious expression as she tilted her head slightly.

“Can't you come with Droy and me to pick up the books?” He asked almost desperately, his eyes filled with something undefinable. “We don't know of they're counterfeit or not and it would be the best if we had a tomes expert with us.”

However, before Levy got the chance to respond she felt a tug on her right sleeve as well, this time turning her head to see Gajeel holding onto it. Unlike her team mates his face was more of a scowl that showed his objection. “No! Do ya really think I can organize the damn books without yer help? If I'm left by myself then the place will become a mess!” Gajeel stated and then followed it up with a gentle tug on her sleeve.

A few seconds later Jet pulled on her left sleeve. “No! The books' status is far more important than the organization!”

Gajeel gave a growl and once again tugged Levy to his side. “You say that! But have ya ever seen me pissed? Things don't exactly stay intact!”

Again Jet tugged Levy towards himself. “Then learn to be patient! It won't be long!”

By now Levy found herself being in the middle of a tiny war as she was being dragged from the left to the right, stumbling between Gajeel and her two team mates when their movements became firmer.

Gajeel and Team Shadow Gear didn't let up as they continued their argument, their pulling getting more violent and Levy's heart began to beat harder. She had a very good relationship with all three of them and she didn't want her closest friends to end up hating each other! She knew that there was some tension between them anyway still, every now and again, so she would hate if it got worse.

As they kept using her as a kind of tug-of-war rope Levy also noticed something else and that could turn into a problem; the ties of her sleeves were starting to come loose from all the rough pulling. She could feel the soft orange fabric sliding down her biceps slowly, making their way towards her elbows. Of course Gajeel and the other two were completely oblivious to her distress as they were still shouting at each other.

“G-guys!” She tried to warn them, her voice shaking slightly. “My sleeves…can you let go of them! They’re com-“

But they didn't even seem to hear her.

“Levy is coming with me!” Gajeel shouted!

“No she’s coming with us!” Jet and Droy retorted.

They gave one final tug at the same time and that was it. The knots came completely undone and Levy's brown eyes widened as her sleeves slid off, baring her thin arms. The dragon slayer and her team mates stumbled back and into the plates of food that were on the bar counter still and the bluenette's heart thumped rapidly. She knew full well that this was not going to end in well and indeed; the sound of dishes breaking filled the guild hall, food and drinks spilled out onto the floor and the three men groaned as they stood up, thankfully unscathed. Levy's sleeves however, were not okay. One of them landed in Jet and Droy's burgers and was now stained with ketchup, mustard, mayonnaise and grease and the spilled bear had soaked it. The other one had chili-fries all over it and melted iron covering it, too. Parts of her favorite outfit had just been ruined!

Giving an angry look Levy grabbed Gajeel's arm and tugged him to the library firmly before any of the three could complain. She had enough of this. “You three are idiots!”

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“You know it was an accident right?” Gajeel asked as he watched Levy climb up the ladder but she responded to his question with silence, making it clear that she was upset still. She tried her best to ignore the cool breeze on her arms. She just couldn't believe that those three idiots had ruined her outfit just because they had to fight over something so trivial. Not that they would have any idea about fashion; they probably just threw on the first thing they saw and as long as it fit they were fine with it.

“I don’t care! Now I have to throw away this dress when I get home!” Levy replied after all whilst looking down at him, a deep scowl on her face.

“They’re just sleeves…,” the dragon slayer tried to counter. “It’s not like you have million copies of the same outfit at your place, right?” With that, Gajeel mumbled a statement that he shouldn’t have made.

“I still don’t care! Do you think the clothes are cheap? Just because I have more copies of this outfit doesn’t mean I like to get them destroyed! The only reason why I have more is because you and the rest of the men in this guild tend to destroy everything in fact!”

Gajeel perked a brow as he looked up at her. “Including clothes?”

“Especially clothes!”

Levy emitted an angry huff and then turned her head away from Gajeel and back to the empty shelves in front of her. She slowly took the plaques that she had and labeled them alphabetically.

While she did so she heard another ladder being set up beside hers and she turned to see Gajeel putting up his own labels. Carefully, Levy took a moment to check the dragon slayer out; his face was always serious or smug, one could guess that his arms were muscular even with the trench coat on, the multiple piercings he had all over his body were so characteristic... Just thinking about him caused Levy’s face to heat up with a red color and she quickly shook her head to clear her thoughts. This was not the time! She was angry still after all and she didn’t want to get over that anger quite yet.

“You know… the dress...” Gajeel stated and successfully attracted Levy's attention once again. This time he had a smirk on his face when he looked at her. “It shows off yer legs of yours and it’s tight enough to show off that cute butt of yours, too. Gi hee,” he chuckled while putting up my plaques and acting like he hadn't just said something slightly suggestive. Levy’s face became red in an instant. Did he just... Did he really... He did! She wasn't used to Gajeel being this bold as he usually tended to show some awkwardness when it came to such things. Though then again, whenever he teased her... he could get a bit more daring at times. And this was, apparently, one of those times. Why did he think that now was a good timing for it?!

Her hands quickly went to the hem of her dress and tugged it down, knowing full well that it wouldn’t be much. Normally she wasn’t self-conscious about the length but now that Gajeel brought it up she felt weirdly nervous the she was showing off something she shouldn’t have been. Levy had chosen the dress because unlike most of the girls she didn’t exactly have a large chest to flaunt but now she didn’t know what to think, especially since Gajeel was looking at her legs and “cute” butt. The script mage immediately made a mental note to wear pants tomorrow.

Another snicker left Gajeel's mouth before she turned to him shyly, her face was still gloriously red. Sure, they had been... unofficially dating for some time now, she guessed, but still!

“I wouldn’t have imagined you wearing black so often too… this is the fourth day now,” he added to his previous comment, this time a little more hesitantly though.

Levy’s blush disappeared and she tilted her head cutely. What was he talking about now? Her expression was odd and her eyes confused since she didn’t know what he meant. Black wasn’t a color she wore as her main attire often so why would he point out something like-

Though then it struck her and she gasped. Her cheeks puffed out and her face became red once again, both from embarrassment and a new wave of anger. How dare he!

She didn't think about it much when she let go of the ladder and decked the male in the nose with her small fist. Before he could do anything her other fist hit him in the shoulder, followed by a smack to his face.

“O-Oi! I was just kiddin'!” Gajeel tried to lean away, his face full of shock as his arms went up to defend himself from Levy’s blows. “Stop it, shrimp! That’s dangerous!”

“You’re such a pervert! Do you normally look up poor girl’s skirts to check out their panties?”

“W-What? 'Course not! Just yours…” Again probably something he shouldn't have admitted.

Another blow hit his arms. Levy’s didn’t care how unsafe this was, Gajeel deserved every bit of pain she was inflicting on him! He was just a perverted, stupid dragon slayer!

As she continued to pelt him with her blows Gajeel leaned back and his eyes went wide. Levy was oblivious to his struggle and continued to assault him; it quickly became apparent that he had leaned back too far and if this would keep going then he feared that he would meet the floor soon. Levy then simply stopped and smirked at him briefly as she saw the shock on his face. He deserved everything that came to him for looking up her dress.

But before she could muse further one of his hands grabbed the back of her dress. Caught off guard, Levy gasped and turned her head around to see him hanging onto her, his fist grabbing onto the orange fabric tightly. The bluenette's eyes widened; Gajeel was much larger than her and weighed twice as much too! She began to hear her dress tearing and she knew she had to act fast!

So she began to kick him as best as she could.

One of her sandaled foot hit him in the stomach and he spluttered out a gasp. She followed it up with another kick but he just didn’t want to let go and while she'd been contented with her choice of shoes today Levy was now cursing her decision to wear sandals and not boots. Regardless, she continued with her attempts to make him let go of her dress. Hopefully he would-

It was too late.

Levy’s eyes widened in shock and realization as a cold breeze hit her torso. Her orange dress was now gone, leaving her in her black panties, her footwear, and her headband and she gave a squeak as she continued to cling to the book-case. First she lost her detached sleeves and now she had lost her dress! What would happen next, could the day get any worse?

The answer was yes.

Oddly enough the weight of Gajeel didn’t leave. She looked behind to see him holding onto her ankles, his eyes widened as he clung to her for dear life. “Oi! Don’t let me fall!”

The script mage's blush increased. He was seeing everything! She began to flail; she just wanted him out of here so she could have a damn moment of privacy but that wasn't her biggest problem right now.

A snap filled the air and then a heavy thud. It was the sounds of her sandals breaking from her feet and Gajeel hitting the floor and that was still not enough. Levy had been flailing too much and it caused the ladder she was using to lean backwards, too. So much that all she could do was to scream before she crashed on top of the dragon slayer, blacking out as she did.

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“Fuck fuck fuck. Shrimp, wake up!”

Levy felt dizziness overwhelm her as soon as she blinked her eyes open. There was just this feeling and a blurred world before her eyes as she laid on the dragon slayer. Or wait, was she still lying? It took her some more moments to be able to process that she was looking at a familiar face and was held by two strong arms. Then there was the deep voice.

“Yer awake!”

“H-Huh?”

Gajeel didn't only sound worried, no, his face revealed concern as well. It was rare for the dragon slayer to show his emotions freely like this and if Levy had been in a different state right now then she would have appreciated it more. Right now all she could do was to try and remember what happened as she remained silent and let the dizziness disappear slowly. It had been a slight relief that she didn't hit the floor and fell onto Gajeel instead so she wasn't exactly injured.

“How are ya feeling?” The black male leaned her against the back of a book shelf and crouched before her, red eyes starting at her intently. It was all his fault and inwardly he felt incredibly bad. “Say somethin', dammit!”

“Gajeel.” It wasn't an approach but more like a confirmation for her that it was really him. It slowly began to dawn on her what had happened before and she briefly raised her right hand to rub her head. “Dizzy...,” she mumbled, avoiding eye-contact for now. “But I'll be fine if I stay seated for some more moments. I-”

Levy fell silent. Something was not like before and the intense look on Gajeel's face turned a little more worried, or confused maybe, when the she began to stare dead ahead. Memories began to fill her mind and part of the anger she had felt before returned alongside major embarrassment and that was when she felt what was different.

She wasn't only in her black panties and her headband anymore only.

Apparently Gajeel had wrapped her up in his trench coat. Yes definitely. It wasn't on him anymore and she wasn't dreaming; she was really dressed in it.

“What?” The black-haired mage asked, insecurity swinging faintly in his voice.

Levy puffed out her cheeks and then suddenly- “Y-You idiot! Y-You pervert! Gajeel you complete baka, you-!” She would have hit him again but she didn't want to lose her cover and she tried to glare at him.

“Woah woah, calm down! I know I was bein' an idiot but dammit ya worried me, I'm just glad that yer alright. Don't fuckin' do such nonsense again!”

And the script mage could only stare at that. Not only did he sound upset but another rarity happened; he actually admitted that he was worried. About her. Still, how dare he scolding her when he should be the one getting scolded so much more for his idiotic, perverted behavior!

“Ugh!” Turning her head away from him she tugged her legs in close to her body. She could hear Gajeel muttering something grumbly to himself but she didn't care.

And there was something else they worried about the next moment anyway.

Two familiar voices were suddenly incredibly close, and they were worried. Levy's head shot up alarmingly when she registered that it was Jet and Droy calling out for her, most likely because they had heard the previous noise, and immediately she stumbled to her feet.

“O-Oi oi, be careful!” The dragon slayer scolded and reached out to steady her but she just stubbornly slapped his hand away. Her team mates must not see her like this!

“I'm fine!” The script mage pulled the trench coat close though it soon turned out that it was difficult to walk in it due to its length. “Gajeel!” There was terror in her eyes but to her relief the dragon slayer just growled before he followed her, leaving the ladder where it was and hoping that it would not cause any suspicion if Jet and Droy were to find it. Levy was right after all. Finding her like this would not leave a good impression at all.

The voices died down and they both hoped that the other two males had left the library again. Still, they didn't want to take any risks so Levy led them both to the backdoor where they could hide. The next problem was just... How to get out of the guild? There was no way she could walk through the main hall like this!

“It's a pain to watch ya walk in that thing.”

Levy puffed out her cheeks again but didn't respond. She was fine. Perfectly fine. “You will help me get home now, Gajeel!”

“Will I?”

“Yes!”

But that could get tricky. She didn't even have shoes anymore! Emitting a heavy sigh Levy began to think. The main hall was no option and it was difficult to reach the other rooms without passing it. Perhaps...

“We'll have to escape through a window,” she stated matter-of-factly and immediately turned to head towards the next window she knew existed in this huge room. It was clear that Gajeel had no right to object and being aware that he was to blame for this mess he followed her after giving a grumble.

“Can ya even climb up there?”

Again she pouted. But he was right... the window would be too far up for her to reach it by himself so he would have to scoop her up and the thought did make her blush a bit.

Then again, everything was better than staying here right now.

And at least Gajeel played along without too much complaining.

The act of getting out of the window, and with that getting out of the guild, didn't play out as smooth as she'd wanted for it to be. Gajeel lifted her up and she was careful when opening the window but when she started to climb through it she accidentally ended up bumping her butt into his face and it almost resulted into them bickering again. Almost.

The dragon slayer himself didn't need any help and Levy felt a big wave of relief once she stood outside. At least until anew panic overcame her – of course she would be even more exposed now, in public and having to get home, but it was better to be seen by strangers than by her own guild mates right now and so she sighed, trying to keep her cool.

“And now? Ya wanna walk home?”

What a stupid question! “Of course! Or do you think I'm gonna stay here? Idiot,” she huffed and pulled the trench coat close again defensively. Walking in it was awkward yes, but... she would manage it. “Cover me,” she mumbled, trying to lace her words with exasperation, and then began to walk without another word.

Gajeel just looked at her in disbelief but then obliged. He didn't want to upset her even more and there was still a tad bit of guilt lingering within him. He shouldn't have been so bold. It was just... he really liked her. He really did. But sometimes it was hard to express his feelings.

This time he had obviously failed.

The two kept walking and Levy attempted her best to ignore some curious and wondering looks thrown at her. Bare-footed and only wearing a way too oversized trench-coat; of course it would draw attention. Her cheeks reddened softly but she concentrated on finding the least crowded way to Fairy Hills possible.

The bluenette didn't take note of Gajeel frowning hard every once in a while, mostly when he spotted somebody looking at her for too long. He was being silently protective and he had no patience for perverts or jerks looking at his hopefully future girlfriend. Hah, the irony... He'd been quite a bit of a pervert himself but that had been an exceptional case! That, and Levy and him knew each other for some time now and spent a lot of time together.

Eventually though the dragon slayer gave a groan of annoyance, watching Levy stumble over the trench coat every now and again. “'s still a pain to watch ya walk in that.”

“I'm fine,” Levy insisted.

This time though Gajeel didn't want to hear any of this. Without taking another moment for consideration he stepped closer and grabbed her, lifting her up bridal style and causing Levy to emit a soft squeak.

“W-What are you doing?! I said I'm fine!”

“Yer gonna fall on yer damn face if you keep walking.”

“No!” Quickly she tried to reassure that everything was covered still and then hit his chest gently: Her cheeks had reddened further and the dragon slayer secretly liked the sight of it but he kept silent and refused to put her down again.

“Jus' accept it. I'm tryin' to help ya for fuck's sake.”

There was a kind of exasperation in the man's voice she had heard before and suddenly she was feeling a little bad. Perhaps Gajeel was really just wanting to make up for it and here she was fussing about him carrying her. Well, on the one hand it was comprehensible, wasn't it? Atfer all she was convinced that she was perfectly able to get to Fairy Hills on her own feet. On the other hand it was perhaps safer to be carried, perhaps it would even draw less attention and they would be quicker and that was in her interest.

“You're such a jerk...,” she mumbled in defeat though there was softness in her tone that hadn't been there the past few hours.

Quietly she began to hold onto him with one hand, averting her eyes whilst Gajeel kept staring ahead as they walked. The rest of the way was covered in silence so both of them were relieved when they reached their destination at last. Now they just had to hope that Erza was no here or they would get into trouble for bringing a male into Fairy Hills.

After putting Levy back down she mumbled a thank you, earning a huff from the dragon slayer who crossed his arms. They made their way to the script mage's room as silently as possible and fortunately without getting seen so once they were in her room with the door closed Levy exhaled. “Finally.”

There was a moment of awkward silence before Levy turned around to Gajeel and glanced up. “And um... thank you for letting me wear your tench coat.” Really, it had kind of saved her. Even though he played a big part in why she had to be saved.

“Not a big deal,” the black-haired man shrugged and let his gaze wander. He'd been here before, nothing had changed.

“I'll go put some new clothes on um... You can wait here,” Levy muttered and didn't wait for a response. Quickly, she turned around and went to change and Gajeel ended up looking after her.

He hadn't allowed this thought to come to the surface until now but... in fact he thought that although it was far too big, Levy looked real good in his clothes. It was adorable but also sexy at the same time and he quietly thought to himself that he'd make such an offer again at some point and that he really wouldn't mind seeing her in some of his clothes more often. Perhaps... once they were officially dating... or even in a relationship? If he hadn't fucked up, that is.

Heaving a grumbly sigh he waited, hearing some rustling every now and then but no complaining. It didn't take all too long for Levy to get changed and so she soon stepped out with a top that was shortened so she showed off her belly and a tight clam diggers that hugged her curves. A new pair of sandals was on her feet and she'd taken care of her hair and straightened the headband. She looked like nothing had happened.

“Ready.” She gave a nervous giggle. In this moment it really sounded like she hadn't been angry at him at all and Gajeel hoped that she could forgive him for his earlier stupidity.

“Uh... ya look good.” He scratched the back of his neck not really knowing what to say before she hesitantly handed him his trench coat.

“Thank you again um... for letting me wear it.”

“I was bein' an idiot, yer right. 's the least I could do.” Again he scratched the back of his neck and took the coat to take it back on himself. His nose couldn't help but notice that her scent was on it now... And he absolutely didn't mind. “So um.. yea, sorry for earlier.”

“You really were an idiot. A perverted one,” she sighed, brows knitting briefly. “But I forgive you. Just don't... make me hit you again.” And Levy managed to give him a slight smile.

Gajeel wasn't sure if he could promise her not to make her hit him again, mostly because it was kind of a friendly teasing thing between them, but he sure as hell was glad to see her smile at him again.

That could only mean he hadn't fucked up completely.

[katrani]

Miracle Romance Chapter 1: Meeting

((A TI reincarnation AU, focusing on Markus/Ashe, Markus/Kyr, and Ashe/Firi, maybe eventually with some polyshipping.))

The room was lit only by candles, their smoke rising in aimless tendrils, filling the room just as much as their light. A girl knelt before an altar, chanting in a steady but quiet voice. He watched her, entranced, his fingers drumming against the blade of his sword in time with her words. She raised her arms, her voice suddenly growing louder. Blue light pulsed from the lines covering her body, shining across the jewels that were her only apparel. Her chanting grew louder still as she stood, and turned, and held her hand out to him, beckoning him to her.

He took her hand, let her pull him into her dance, joined his voice with hers as the cadence of her words shifted into a song. He looked down at her, never wanting to forget those golden eyes, or the starlight shining in her hair.

All too soon, the dance was done. She spun him to the altar, placing her hands on his shoulders to stop him before the statue of a giant serpentine beast. Its mouth opened, and-

The buzzing of Markus Velafi’s alarm interrupted his dream. He blinked, then rolled over and grabbed blindly for his phone. He managed to hit the button to stop the alarm, but heard his glasses clatter to the floor as he did. He groaned, knowing that it would take a good five minutes to find them in the various piles of clothes and pillows that was his floor. He sat on his knees on the bed, squinting as he tried to examine the mess of colors from up here.

“Lose something?”

He looked up, grinning despite his annoyance at how his morning started. “Kyr! I thought you had class already.”

The blur standing in the doorway made a motion that could’ve been a shrug, though Markus couldn’t be sure at the moment. “I guess Professor Colfus’ kids are sick. He canceled.” The redhead walked over, stopping once he reached the foot of the bed. He stared at the floor for a minute, then knelt and plucked Markus’ glasses from the scarf that they’d landed on. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” Markus put them on, relaxing as the world settled into clarity. “You’re the best.”

Kyr’s face turned bright red. He half-stood, then wrapped his arms around Markus and smooched his cheek as he pulled him back down onto the bed. “No, you are!” he insisted.

Markus chuckled, relaxing into his boyfriend’s arms. “I had one of those dreams again,” he said, once they’d spent a few minutes cuddling.

“About the blue-light girl?” Kyr let go of him and sat up, his brow furrowing in thought. “That’s what, the fifth time this month?”

“Yeah. They’re getting more frequent.”

“Maybe you should write about her, then.”

Markus pursed his lips, thinking that over. He had considered it, a few times, except- “It feels too personal,” he admitted. “Somehow, I think I’d be betraying something, if I did that.” He stretched his arms above his head as he sat up too. “That probably sounds weird.”

Kyr hugged him again, gently nuzzling the side of Markus’ neck. “Not at all. There’s a few things that I never want to show anyone until they’re done, even you.” He sighed, then let go and got to his feet. “It was just an idea. Come on, I made breakfast, it’s going to get cold.”

“Well why didn’t you say so!” Markus scrambled to his feet, following Kyr towards the kitchen.

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“Ashe, are you even listening to me? Hey, numbskull!”

She blinked, startled out of her thoughts. “Huh? Sorry, Inien. What were you saying?”

Her dark-haired roommate was glaring at her, a chipped mug hanging off her finger. “I said, you need to be more careful. Your pans wound up on top of my cup, and it’s busted now.”

“Oh!” Ashe at least looked contrite, for a second. “Well, maybe if you would wash stuff more often than once a week, it wouldn’t be a problem.”

Inien stuck her tongue out, then plopped down on the couch next to her; it was too early in the morning to be really angry, and it had been an ugly mug anyways. “So, what’re you up to today? Are you seeing your mysterious new catch again?”

“Her name is Firi,” Ashe said, defensive as a blush crept across her face. “And yeah, I am. We’re going to dinner.”

“Oooooh, where at?” Inien leaned over, trying to look at Ashe’s computer as she takked away on her keyboard.

Ashe moved to the other end of the couch, placing her back against the armrest so Inien couldn’t peek without getting up. “None of your business! And besides, I’m not talking to her right now.”

“Uh-huh.” Inien didn’t sound convinced. She rested her elbow on her knee and her head in her palm as she stared the redhead down. “How am I supposed to help you pick an outfit if I don’t know the fanciness of the place you’re going?”

She raised an eyebrow at Inien, gestured around at their surroundings: bubbled paint in the leaky roof, duct tape over a hole near one window where ants kept trying to come in, a kitchen window that wouldn’t shut all the way, a baseboard coming loose from the wall. “Yes, clearly I’ll be going to the swankiest place in the city.”

Inien stuck her tongue out. “No need to be rude. I’m just trying to help.”

“Sure you are.” Ashe rolled her eyes, going back to her typed conversations. Someone was wrong on the forums for her favorite books, and she just could not leave it alone. She wondered if she should enlist Inien’s help, and glanced up, only to jump as the other woman’s voice sounded from just behind her.

“So what were you thinking about?”

“Don’t do that!” Ashe shouted, twisting about as she slammed her laptop shut. “Stars and stones, Inien, I thought we’ve been over that!”

She laughed, short and snide. “We have, but it’s so fun to torment you sometimes. Anyways, what were you thinking about earlier?”

“When?”

“When you zoned out while I was yelling at you.”

“Oh.” Ashe shook her head, sighing. “I keep having these weird dreams, about a guy in armor.” She bit her lip, looking out the window, to the busy road down below. It was easier to talk about weird things, if she didn’t look at anyone else in the room. “I think some kind of prince? He always looks handsome, and there’s another guy that looks like him sometimes, wearing a crown. He’ll come to me, and tell me how important I am, and how important it is that we keep things a secret.”

“How romantic,” Inien commented, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “How long have you been having these dreams?”

“Since I was in middle school, actually,” Ashe admitted. “Maybe even earlier? But they’ve been way more often lately. Like two or three times a week.”

“Well, then it sounds like something completely normal for you, and nothing at all to worry about.” Inien got to her feet, and held out her hand to pull Ashe up. “Anyways, just tell me where you’re taking your gal to tonight, so I can help you get ready.”

“I don’t need your help, Inien.”

“Of course you don’t, Ashy, but let’s try anyways.”

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The restaurant’s lot was empty as they pulled up. Markus let out a low whistle. “Damn, it’s never been this slow. What happened?”

“Some kind of tasting event on the other side of Fifth,” Kyr answered. “Most people probably went to that instead of going out to eat tonight.”

Markus nodded. “That makes sense, I guess.” He still wasn’t used to big cities and the rate of events that happened here. He squeezed Kyr’s hand once before letting go so they could get out of the truck. “You sure you got the bill tonight?”

Kyr nodded. “Of course! I can’t let you handle everything all the time, and I managed to actually save some money this month, so I wanted to treat you.”

“Fine.” Markus grinned up at him, following him inside. The aroma of fresh bread and pasta and tomatoes hit them instantly, and his mouth started to water. “I really shouldn’t have skipped lunch.”

The hostess hurriedly put away her phone as they entered, straightening at her podium. “Hi, welcome to Fennecci’s,” she said, giving them both a smile. “Table for two?”

“If it’s not any trouble,” Kyr answered, with a glance around the empty restaurant, and to the employees rushing to look busy over in the kitchen.

“Of course.” The hostess grabbed two menus, but paused, looking around. “You know what? Why don’t you two choose where you want to sit.” She handed them the menus. “And I’ll send Narnie over to take your orders.”

“Really? Thanks a lot!” Kyr started walking towards a booth in the corner, where it would be easy for them to hold hands under the table, but paused when he realized his boyfriend wasn’t following him. “Markus?”

The blonde blinked, shook his head, and followed Kyr. “Sorry. I was a little distracted, I guess,” he said, glancing over his shoulder.

“Is she your dream girl?” Kyr teased, sliding into his seat. He frowned at Markus’ confused expression, and tapped his cheek. “Her tattoos?”

“Oh! No.” Markus sat next to him, laying his hand over Kyr’s and entwining their fingers. He took a moment to appreciate the feeling, closing his eyes as he leaned his head back on the seat. “Hers are more purple than blue, aren’t they? And the girl in my dreams doesn’t have any on her face, I don’t think. I was more curious about her heterochromia.”

Kyr sighed heavily. “I know, my eyes could never be that cool.”

Markus rolled his eyes, and leaned forward with his elbow on the table so he could turn and look Kyr in the eyes. “I promise, there’s no one besides you that I can spend hours staring at, even if she does have two different colors.”

Kyr brightened and kissed him briefly. That settled, the two of them opened their menus, talking back and forth about what they wanted since they both knew they’d wind up splitting their meals anyways.

The bell on the door chimed, making Markus look up. A girl in a dark green flannel walked in, her fluffy red hair threatening to burst out of its ponytail. Instead of waiting near the door, she walked straight up to the short wall that divided the kitchen from the dining room. “Firi, I’m here!” she called.

“Ashe!” The hostess came back into view, pushing a very tall, gangly-looking person ahead of her. “I’ll be right there, I just have to make sure Narnie actually gets some work done.”

“Why not take their order yourself?” the other grumbled, running a long-fingered hand through their stringy black hair.

“‘Cause you have to earn your paycheck,” Firi insisted. “Just- give me five minutes, Ashe, okay?”

“No problem. I’ll just be waiting in my car.” The redheaded girl waved cheerily, then turned and left as quickly as she’d came.

“Hi, I’m Narn,” the tall server rasped as they approached Kyr and Markus’ table. “What can I get for you today?”

Markus barely registered the question, staring after the redhead. “Excuse me,” he said, sliding out of the booth. He ignored Kyr’s confused questions as he hurried outside, casting about for the girl. She has red hair, and green eyes, but her face is- I know I’ve seen her before!

He spotted her, across the parking lot, leaning against a car that was covered in rust spots, with a window that didn’t seem to be in its track properly, from how it leaned forward in the doorframe. She had her phone out, but looked up as he approached.

“Who are y…” she started, the question drifting off as she looked up. She tensed, her eyes narrowing angrily. “Who are you?” she repeated, her voice firm but strained.

He swallowed nervously, staring into her eyes. He could practically see himself reflected there, and everything he felt- the shock, the fear, the curiosity, the awe. “I’m Markus Velafi,” he said, quietly, not wanting to break the spell. “And I think I know you.”

She straightened, never breaking eye contact with him. “I know you, too,” she whispered. “And you…” “You’re the one I’ve been searching for,” they both said, and before he knew it had happened, Markus had wrapped his arms around her, and she was burying her face against his chest, clinging to him like she would never let go.

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Such a Joker (22/?)

http://jeromesxreader16.tumblr.com/post/156065026542/such-a-joker-21

Jim POV:

“Valeska has red hair, crazy laugh. Might be rolling with a pretty young number.” Harvey says to a suspect mentioning my daughter in the process. I clench my fist and breath deeply.

“I-I don’t know anything.” The man says scared. “You believe him?” “ Nope.” “Me neither.” “It’s the truth! But, hey, I-I can help you guys, you know, spread the word and stuff.” He says putting his hands up. 
 “Valeska killed a friend of ours. Anybody hides him, anybody protects him, they go down, too, you got it? Now spread the word! Harvey yells.

I go sit at my desk and rest my head in my hands. “Ugh (y/n) what have you gotten yourself into?”

(Y/n) POV: 
Jerome, Tabatha, and I go to visit Jerome’s father. We stand in his apartment snooping when the door opens.

“Who’s there? I know someone’s there.” The old man says in his scratchy voice.

Jerome jumps and cover the mans mouth. “Hi-ya, Pops. Long time no see.” I giggle at his bad pun. “Good one baby!” “Thanks dollface.” Jerome winks at me.

We place old man in a chair tied down. “So, how you doing? Ah, the silent treatment, eh? Here, I’ll tell you a story. You remember Kansas City, Dad? The circus went through town every spring right around my birthday. There was this guy.
Him and my mom used to drink and fornicate and beat the crap out of me. They’d make a whole night out of it. And I remember one time it was my ninth birthday him and my mom had just finished round one of boozing, boning, beating up Jerome, and were deciding to take a little break. Anyway Mm. I was outside the trailer, and you were there.
And you said, “Why are you crying, Jerome?” “It’s my birthday. And my mom and the snake guy are beating me. ” then you said, “This world doesn’t care about you “or anyone else, Jerome.
Better to realize that now. ” And that was it.”

I cross my arms over Jerome’s shoulders and hug him. “Such a bad father Mr. Cicero! How could you treat such a nice boy like that?” Jerome kisses my arm. “You see, there’s this guy, Dad. He believes in me. He believes in (y/n) and I. He thinks I’m gonna be a star. And, tonight, all of Gotham will see that, too. Except for you. ‘Cause you’ll be, you know, dead.” Jerome laughs.

“Jerome” his father tries to speak. “Is this the part where you say how sorry you are? Hmm? How you should have believed in me, how it’s not too late to start again? News flash, Dad: it’s too late.” Jerome growls. 
“You don’t have to do this.” I laugh throwing my head back. “No. I’m pretty sure he does.” “I was a bad father, but I did love you. To kill me for that.” Jerome rolls his eyes. “That’s not why I’m gonna kill you. Plans to Arkham Asylum. Look at these.
Ah. Letters between you and your troubled son.
Innocent at first glance, but Detective Gordon you remember him, right? he’ll feel little bumps. A secret message written in Braille between you and your son, discussing my escape. Finally, the knockout gas used to disable the orderlies.
'Cause, you see, Dad, this guy I was telling you about, he’s the one who broke me out of Arkham.
He doesn’t want anyone to know about that.
Obviously. So the police will find these letters, mmm, and they’ll think, “The blind old fool really loved his son. What a wonderful father.” Oh. There won’t be a dry eye in the house.” Jerome wipes his father’s eyes dramatically.

“They’ll never believe it.” “Ah, sure, they will.
Cops are dumb. Isn’t that right (y/n)?” “Oh the dumbest!” I laugh.

“There’s nothing to eat in this dump. Finish up and let’s go.” Tabitha says frustrated. “Sorry you’re gonna miss my big night, Dad. But, hey, you’re psychic. So, tell me, do I kill?”

“You Will be a curse upon Gotham.
Children will wake from sleeps screaming at the thought of you. Your legacy will be death and madness.”

“Ha, ha, ha. Well say hi to Mom for me.” Jerome says seconds away from stabbing the man’s brains.

“GCPD! GCPD! Mr.Cicero, it’s Detective Gordon.
We need to speak with you about your son.” Jerome motions for me to run out to the fire escape, and I listen not wanting to be caught by my dumb cop father.

Jerome POV: Jim waddles out of the door all loopy and such. “That gas sure packs a wallop, huh?” He tries to raise his gun at me. “That’s cute.” I laugh and take his gun away only for him to place his hands around my neck. “I’m sensing anger.” I say laughing. “You killed Sarah Essen. Now I’m gonna kill you.” “Correction! Your daughter pulled that trigger! Ah she’s a good girl Gordon. Let her be free!” I laugh and point the gun at his head.

“Don’t shoot him. How about a little flesh wound?” Tabatha says kicking him in the face and knocking him cold.

(Y/n) POV: I brush my dress down getting all the wrinkles out so it lays flat and nice against my body. “Hmm someone looks delicious!” Jerome says kissing my neck and rubbing his hands all over my sides. “Well you know. Only the best.” “Only if I could take you out of this. Oh you don’t know what I’d do.” “3 years of fucking and something new? Surprise me.” I say wrapping my arms around him and bringing his lips to mine. “Hm that comes later tonight babygirl. To celebrate our victory! Now let’s get going. Don’t want to be late baby. Can’t miss the show!” He laughs and drags me oh the door.

When we get to the banquet Jerome, Barbara and I go through the back door. “Get the magician.” I say to Babs. As the magician that is supposed to perform tonight walk through the door we tackle him and tie him up placing him in a chest.

“Thank you for filling in on such short notice.
But how did you hear our magician dropped out Mr?” “Rodolfo. Well, you know, magic.” Jerome says in his ridiculous accent. “Oh, I won’t be needing that.” Jerome says and we shut the chest.

I walk over to J and adjust his suit. “Be careful out there J. Give them the best show they’ve ever seen!” “Oh no problem there baby. Stay back here. I don’t want you getting caught.” I tug on his suit smirking. “Yes sir.”

“Without further ado, please allow me to present to you the Great Rodolfo.”

“Ha! Greetings, ladies and germs! I am indeed the Great Rodolfo. Please ogle my lovely assistant.
Ooh! For my first act, I’ll require a volunteer. Let me see. Duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck goose!” Jerome points to Bruce Wayne.

Babs goes out into the crowd and brings him back. “Hello, young man. Does this handsome gentleman have a name?” “Bruce.” “Bruce! Well, Bruce, this won’t hurt a bit. Is there a doctor in the house?”

Jerome sticks one of the blades in the box along with the other one getting the audience to gasp and applauded him. “Give ‘em a wave. Some people say Bruce has a split personality. For my next illusion, I’d like to call to the stage esteemed Deputy Mayor Harrison Kane.”

From then on all hell breaks loose. Jerome kills the deputy mayor and gunfire is started along with the rest of the show because who can stop at just there? Ha! Not J.

Lee’s phone rings and Jerome picks it up. He ten looks at me and smiles. “Are you outside? You are, aren’t you? Oh, goody! I swear to God, if you’ve hurt her Breathe, James. I haven’t touched a hair on your girlfriend’s pretty head. See for yourself.
This is live television after all. The feed just came back.”

“True, but not the point. Hey, let’s talk about what I want. $47 million, a helicopter, obviously, the dry cleaning I left at Mr. Chang’s be careful, the man is a crook, your daughter and I to live happily ever after and, mm, I don’t know, a pony. Uh You got ten minutes, or I start killing people. Remember, this is being broadcast to every home in Gotham, so, you know, don’t let people die. Bye.” Jerome laughs into the phone and hangs up. “I think that went well.” “Enough! You need to pack up your pathetic little sideshow and leave.” Glavan says walking up to the stage. “Is that right?” Jerome asks with a sexy smirk. “It may be presumptuous to speak for all the citizens of Gotham. But we are sick of you! You’re a small, vicious man with a pathetic need for attention. Enough, man. For God’s sakes, enough.” “I’m curious what your leverage is here, Mr ?” Theo Galavan” “Well, Mr.
Theo Galavan, if you don’t sit down, uh, I’m going to shoot you. In the face.” I know there is some human decency left in you.
you said something about living happily ever after? If you need to take a hostage, take me. But let these people go home to their families, to their children.” Babs hits him over the head knocking him out. “Boring.” “Right?”

Jerome continues to play around with people making me laugh harder behind the curtains. “Hold very still. Oh. I can’t look. Someone tell me how it turns out.” He placed his hand over his eyes and pulls the trigger to the gun only for water to come out. “Damn! Turn around.”

Jerome turns the man around and shoots the Apple off his head. “Well, clap!” Jerome says and immediately the crowd begins to clap.

“Well I think it’s time for tonight’s first official victim, you all know and love, poor rich boy, parents murdered in an alley, and my favorite volunteer.
Where is Bruce Wayne?! You know I’m an orphan, too, Bruce.I killed my parents though. Where are you hiding? Bruce! Where are you, buddy? Kill his butler.” They get rich boys butler all roughed up. “Last chance, Bruce, but it’s about to get very butler brain out here.”

“I’m bored.” Babs says rolling her eye. “Shoot the butler.” “Stop!” Bruce yells as he steps out.

Jerome places the blade against Bruce’s neck. “Seems like we got ourselves a pickle. What do you say, Brucey boy? Want to boost our ratings, huh? Smile.”

Galavan get up and stride to Jerome. “I said, enough!” Jerome turns around. It all happens so fast. A knife is plunged into my jokersters neck. “NO!” I scream and run over to him. I fall to my knees beside him while blood spills from his neck and mouth. “Jerome. No. I love you!” I sob over him. “Doll face no tears. Smile. I want to see that beautiful smile.” He places his hand on my cheek and wipes my tears. Seconds. In seconds the light leaves his eyes and his skin grows cold. “No! No! You bastard!” I scream at Galavan.

Jerome’s body is moved out and transferred to the morgue while I am put on expected trial for murder and being insane.

Luckily my father doesn’t have that type of stomach for his own blood. He can’t send me to Arkham. He can’t even send me to a jail cell. That’s why I’ve been sitting in my room for over the past week. Barely eating. Barely breathing.

A knock on my door is heard and second later it’s opened. “Hey sweetie. I got some food if you want it. I know you don’t want to but you need to (y/n). Please for me.” My dad sits on the end of the bed and rubs my calf setting to food on the table.

“I’ll do anything honey. Just say it.” I wipe my eyes and roll over to face him. “I just need time. I need to think. Clear my mind. I need distraction.” “I can get you a job. A job is a great distraction!” “In time daddy. I’ll be ready.” I say flipping on my side again. “Of course (y/n). I’m sorry you’re feeling so low.”

“Daddy wait.” “Yes?” I get up and hug him. “Please don’t send me away.” I say crying into his chest. “Never again. Never.” My father kisses my head crying with me.