#...and you will know us by the trail of dead

[shy9-29]

GIVING HEESEUNG VIAGRA WHEN HE RATER FOCUSES ON HIS GAME THAN ON YOU (it’s not a want, it’s a need.)

and ends up overstimulating you 😜

hard mode activated - lhs (m)

lee heeseung x reader

When your gamer boyfriend keeps ignoring you for his ranked matches, you slip him something to make sure he never forgets who’s really in control—turns out, three rounds later, neither of you are logging off anytime soon. ✉️ wc 1968 - tw ‼️ drug use (Viagra without consent), dubcon, rough sex, degradation, overstimulation, possessiveness, car sex, masturbation, light manipulation, inexperienced reader, breeding kink, praise kink, spanking

📝: this trope is so fun like guys I’m more important. Genre: smut, romance, comedy, slight angst, gamer!AU, modern AU, established relationship, chaotic energy.

“NO—Jake, you missed! What the hell are you doing, bro?!”

Heeseung’s voice is sharp, almost panicked as he throws himself back in his gaming chair, headset slightly askew, fingers tapping violently at the keyboard like it might help him recover from whatever in-game disaster just happened.

You blink at him from the bed, legs crossed, wearing his hoodie and literally nothing else, but he doesn’t even glance your way.

“Are you seriously yelling at Jake right now?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“He sold the push!” Heeseung says like that’s supposed to make sense, eyes glued to his screen. “We had it, and then he ran past the stun grenade like an idiot— wait wait wait, I gotta rotate—!”

You push off the bed and pad over to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind. You know exactly how warm your skin is, how exposed your thighs are when you bend forward just slightly—but he’s still locked in.

“Hee,” you murmur against his ear, swaying a little. “Let me play a round.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re not good at this game,” he says, dead serious, not even trying to be mean—just brutally honest as he adjusts his headset again. “You get motion sick and then you shoot the wall.”

You blink.

Hard.

“Wow. Okay. Rude.”

“I’m just being honest, babe,” he mumbles, eyes still scanning the screen. “It’s fine. You’re good at other things.”

“Like what?”

“I dunno,” he says. “Like… being pretty?”

Heeseung’s never looked away from his screen.

Not once.

You stare at the back of his head for a solid five seconds, arms still wrapped around him.

He doesn’t even notice the silence.

And that’s when something shifts in your brain.

You smile slowly, fingers trailing down to his chest. “You thirsty?”

“Yeah,” he says without hesitation. “Grab me water?”

“Sure.”

You disappear into the kitchen.

And you come back with a water bottle.

But you also come back with a plan.

Heeseung leans back in his chair, headset slipping slightly as he swipes at the sweat gathering on the back of his neck.

Weird.

It wasn’t even hot a second ago.

He adjusts his grip on the mouse, trying to focus. The screen’s still flashing red from the last round. He barely caught the kill cam because your arms were around him, your voice all soft in his ear, and then the way you smiled when he said you weren’t good at the game—it made something twist in his chest.

Now you were gone, and everything felt… weirdly quiet.

Too quiet.

“So… who was that?” Jake’s voice cracks through the headset like a bullet.

Heeseung blinks. “What?”

“Just now. The voice. Sounded like someone was clinging to you mid-match.”

“Oh,” Heeseung clears his throat and taps at his keyboard. “It was just Y/N.”

Jake makes a noise.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, man,” Jake chuckles. “Just didn’t think she was real for a second. You always talk about her like she’s some imaginary girlfriend—‘She’s cute,’ ‘She plays sometimes,’ ‘She made me snacks,’—but I’ve never actually heard her.”

Heeseung frowns. “She is real.”

“Sure she is, bro,” Jake says with a teasing tone. “Although I gotta say, she didn’t sound too happy when you told her she sucked.”

“I didn’t say she sucked,” Heeseung mutters, eyes narrowing at the screen. “I just said she gets motion sick and shoots walls.”

Jake laughs louder now. “Romantic. No wonder she left.”

Heeseung leans back again, shifting in his seat. His whole body is starting to feel tense—tight in ways he’s never felt during a game before. Like every layer of clothing is too warm. His joggers are clinging. The waistband is digging. And his thighs—

He shifts again, more aggressively this time.

“What the—ugh,” he mutters under his breath, running a hand through his hair. His neck is red. His cheeks too. Something’s wrong.

“Hyung,” Jake says slowly. “You good?”

“Yeah,” Heeseung says quickly, voice cracking a little. “Just—it’s really warm in here. I think—maybe I need a break.”

“You? Take a break from ranked?” Jake sounds like he’s about to faint. “Nah, something’s off. Did Y/N mess with you or something?”

Heeseung’s about to laugh it off—say no, of course not—but then he remembers your smile.

That soft “Sure” when he asked for water.

And the way you walked out without a word.

“…I think she did.”

Heeseung yanks the headset off with one hand and slams it onto the desk, jaw tight, breath uneven.

His palms are sweating.

His heart is pounding.

And his cock is aching—harder than it’s ever been in his life, straining against his sweats so much it hurts.

He didn’t even realize it at first—just thought the heat was from the game. But now it’s undeniable. His skin is burning. His whole body’s flushed. And his mind is clouded with one name.

“Y/N,” he growls, standing up so fast the chair wheels screech against the floor.

You’re on the bed.

Phone in hand.

Legs stretched out, innocent as ever like you didn’t just ruin his game and drug him with a freaking hard-on pill.

Heeseung stares at you, pupils blown.

You glance up. Smile.

“Done already?”

His jaw clenches.

“What did you give me?”

You blink, tilting your head. “Just water.”

“Y/N,” he says again, this time lower—deeper. “What did you put in it?”

You hum, pretending to think. “Something to help you focus.”

He’s across the room before you can blink.

Your phone flies out of your hand, tossed somewhere near the pillow, and suddenly you’re pinned flat against the mattress, wrists trapped above your head by one of his hands while the other grabs your thigh, forcing it open.

“Hee—” you gasp, wide-eyed.

“You ruined my game,” he breathes, forehead pressed to yours, nose brushing your cheek as his hips slot between your legs. “I had my best K/D this week and you—you—decided to mess with me?”

“I just wanted attention,” you whisper.

“You could’ve said that without drugging me,” he mutters—but his voice is wrecked, his body betraying him, grinding down against your bare skin like he’s already too far gone.

You whimper when you feel it—how hard he is, how thick, how desperate he sounds trying not to lose it.

“You’re gonna fix this,” he whispers darkly, his lips brushing your ear. “All of it.”

You swallow. “How?”

He pulls back just enough to look at you—and the look in his eyes is lethal.

“You’re not leaving this bed until I come at least three times.”

His mouth crashes into yours—no warning, no patience. Just raw, teeth-clashing hunger.

His hands are all over you now, shaking with the effort of holding back, but still desperate to feel everything. Your hoodie rides up as he rips it higher, fingers digging into your hips so hard it leaves marks.

“I can’t believe you did that,” he mutters into your mouth. “You really drugged me just to make me touch you?”

You nod, dazed, already breathing heavy. “You were ignoring me.”

“And this is your solution?” he growls, grinding down into your core, his clothed cock dragging right against your heat. “This? Making me lose my damn mind while I’m on call with my team?”

You moan when he rolls his hips again—harder.

Heeseung groans, low and pained, like even that isn’t enough. “God, I feel like I’m gonna fuckin’ explode.”

Then he pulls back just enough to rip his hoodie off, exposing that unfairly pretty body you’ve been staring at all day. Pale skin flushed, chest rising fast.

He tugs at the waistband of your panties next—snaps them, actually, then pushes them down your legs in one rough sweep. They land somewhere on the floor.

And then he’s pushing your thighs apart, crawling between them like he owns you.

“You better remember this next time you try to pull shit like that,” he mutters, tugging his sweats just far enough down to free himself.

He’s thick—hard—already leaking at the tip, flushed red and twitching with need. It makes you gasp without meaning to, legs trying to close out of instinct.

Heeseung grabs your knees and shoves them wide open.

“Nope,” he hisses, lining himself up. “You started this. You’re taking it.”

And then he’s sliding in—too fast, too deep.

Your back arches immediately, breath catching.

“H-Heeseung—” you choke, the stretch overwhelming. “It hurts—”

His face falters for half a second, but his hands never stop moving—he’s pushing your hair out of your face, kissing your cheek, whispering, “Shh, I know, baby. I know. You’re just tight. It’s okay. You can take it.”

His hips grind down again, slower this time but still deep, and you whimper.

“You’re gonna take all of me, yeah?” he murmurs against your skin, voice suddenly soft again as he rocks into you. “Wanted this so bad you had to drug me for it… now you’re getting every inch.”

By the time he’s buried all the way inside you, your thighs are shaking, your head tipped back, and you’re gasping like you’ve just been pulled under.

Heeseung isn’t faring much better.

His jaw is tight, his brows drawn together, body trembling with restraint. Every roll of his hips makes his breath stutter—but he doesn’t stop. Not when you whine his name, not when your nails drag down his back, and definitely not when your walls clench around him so tight he groans, loud and broken.

You feel it when he starts to lose rhythm—hips jerking harder, messier, as the high claws its way up his spine. “Fuck—fuck, I’m—”

“Inside,” you breathe, nails gripping his arms. “Inside, please—”

His groan splits through the air.

He presses his mouth to your neck, moaning as he throbs inside you, warmth spreading deep with each pulse of his release. You both freeze for a moment, panting hard, your legs wrapped around his waist like you never want him to pull out.

But then—

Heeseung doesn’t move.

Not really.

He stays inside, chest pressed to yours, still twitching. His hips shift slightly.

And then again.

You flinch. “Hee—w-wait—”

He lifts his head.

And when he looks at you this time, his eyes are darker. Hungrier. Like something else just snapped.

“You thought one round would be enough?” he asks, voice low and wrecked, cock still hard inside you. “You gave me viagra, Y/N.”

Your mouth opens—but nothing comes out.

Heeseung leans down, kisses you slow, then starts thrusting again. No break.

“We’re not done,” he whispers. “Not even close.”

“You’re shaking already,” Heeseung murmurs against your lips, voice thick and low as he rolls his hips into you again—slow and deep.

You let out a sob, nails digging into his back. “It’s too much—”

He doesn’t stop.

Instead, he groans softly, forehead resting against yours as he keeps moving. Every stroke is deliberate now—sliding in deep, grinding against every sensitive spot until you’re gasping and arching into him again.

“You really thought you could drug me,” he whispers, “and this wouldn’t happen?”

You whimper, hips twitching under his grip. “I-I just wanted you—”

“You have me.” His voice drops. “All of me.”

One hand slips between your bodies, fingers finding your clit—rubbing slow circles while he keeps fucking into you like he’s trying to brand you from the inside out.

Your back arches off the bed. “H-Hee—!”

He chuckles, soft but breathless, hips never faltering. “Too much? But you were so confident earlier,” he says, kissing along your jaw. “Now look at you. Messy little thing, can’t even keep your legs still.”

You can’t.

They’re trembling, clenching around his waist, your whole body locking up each time his cock presses into that sweet, overstimulated spot inside you.

“You sound so pretty like this,” he groans. “Can’t wait to hear you again when you fall apart.”

You’re already close.

Too close.

Heeseung feels it—your walls tightening, your moans slipping higher.

So he slows down more.

Keeps you right there, teetering.

Your eyes well up with frustrated tears. “Please—Hee, please—!”

He presses a kiss to your lips. “Beg for it.”

You nod fast, desperate. “Please, Heeseung—I need it, I need to come, I—”

“You’re gonna come with me this time,” he breathes. “So you feel it. Every last drop.”

Then he slams into you again.

Your whole body jerks—and this time when you come, it’s full-body, trembling, breathless, tears slipping from your eyes as he groans into your neck and follows right after, spilling deep inside you again with a shaky, “Fuck, baby—god, you’re perfect—”

You both collapse, sweaty and gasping.

He’s still inside you.

And still not softening.

You’re breathless under him, skin flushed and sticky, legs barely able to stay open—and still, Heeseung doesn’t move to pull out.

He’s staring at you, chest heaving, cock twitching inside your overstimulated walls.

“Still so fucking tight,” he murmurs, almost to himself. “You’re not even trying to push me away…”

Your lips part, dazed. “You’re still hard…”

Heeseung leans down, brushing your sweat-slick hair off your forehead. “I told you—this wasn’t over.”

And then he pulls out.

Only to flip you over onto your stomach with no warning.

You let out a shocked gasp, face pressing into the sheets, hips lifted by his hands until you’re on your knees, your ass in the air.

He spreads you open, slow—gentle, almost reverent—but there’s a wildness in his breathing. A quiet groan slips from his throat when he sees how messy you are, dripping and puffy from two rounds of being stuffed full.

Then his voice drops, deeper, darker.

“You look ruined.”

You whimper.

“But you’re gonna take me one more time, aren’t you?”

You nod helplessly. “Y-Yeah—”

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, and then he’s sliding back in from behind, slow and deep and mean, hips slapping against the back of your thighs.

You cry out, legs buckling, but his hands grip your hips tight—forcing you to stay still as he pounds into you again.

“Sound even prettier like this,” he groans, picking up the pace. “All wet and fucked-out and crying my name.”

“Feels too good—” you sob, biting down on the sheets. “H-Heeseung—”

“I know, baby. I know.” He sounds wrecked now, breath stuttering. “One more time. You’re gonna give me one more—come on, you can do it.”

You’re shaking, legs trembling, and when his hand snakes around to rub your clit again—you break.

You scream into the pillow as your third orgasm hits like a wave, clenching around him so tight he curses under his breath, hips stuttering.

“Fuckfuckfuck—”

Heeseung buries himself to the hilt one last time, groaning as he spills deep inside you again, pulsing hard while your name falls from his lips like a prayer.

When he finally stills, your body collapses under him, boneless and twitching, his weight sinking over your back as he pants against your shoulder.

Neither of you says a word for a moment.

Just your breathing.

Just the mess.

Just the sound of your heart pounding in sync.

[boneapplet]

From Rust and Bone pt.2

Chronicles of the Lost Primarch

Relationship: Rogal Dorn x oc/afab!reader

Warnings: mentions of the heresy, minor description of injuries and wounds, slight brief nonsexual nudity

Word Count: 1694

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

“Where… am I?”

“You’re safe. I kept you safe.” Kessa replies stunned that he has finally awoken.

Those simple words land harder than any hit. This woman, who doesn’t know who he is, who shouldn’t be able to save someone like him, did. She just stands there, fists clenching the blanket wrapped around her shoulders, staring at him like he’s not a god. Like he’s a man who almost didn’t make it.

“How long?” he asks, after a pause.

“Half a cycle. About six months. You almost didn’t…” her voice trailing off.

He already knows, able to feel it in his bones. There’s a silence after, it isn’t awkward—just full. Heavy with unspoken things. Leaning back against the cradle, eyes drifting upward toward the corroded ceiling, and he speaks again softer this time.

“Thank you.”

Kessa doesn’t speak right away. Watching him—this titan carved down to bone and breath. Draped in nothing but a fur-pelt, his golden skin now marked by her scars, where her blades had peeled him from the coffin of his armor. Shifting, she tugs the blanket tighter around herself. Her mouth opens intending to brush it off and just give a shrug—but all that comes out is:

“…You’re welcome.”

Stepping closer, her boots clinking on the grated floor, careful not to disturb the tubes connected to the cradle. Her eyes trace the patchwork bandages she’s changed a hundred times. The stitch marks. The regrown tissue. The place where his hand used to be, now just wrapped in reinforced cloth and fate.

“You weren’t breathing right when I pulled you out,” she says, half to herself. “Suit was fused into your side. Flesh blackened. You were cooking alive.”

Her fingers hover near his chest for a second, then pull away.

“I had to cut you out with a mono-blade meant for skinning rig-beasts. Didn’t know what you were. Didn’t matter.”

She doesn’t say it, but it’s lingering there in the air: you looked like a corpse that just hadn’t stopped trying yet.

“You must be cold” shifting the conversation, she heads to fetch him another pelt.

Dorn tries to sit up further, muscles tensing, leg bracing against the floor. But the second he moves; the weight of his body drags him back. He stumbles forward off the edge of the cradle. Kessa sprints to his side, abandoning the pelt in favor of catching him. One hand on his shoulder, the other across his chest, holding him steady. Though he’s far heavier than her, still dense with gene-wrought muscle even gaunt, she doesn’t let him fall.

“Hey—hey. Easy. You’re not there yet.” Lightly reprimanding him.

He’s breathing harder now, more from frustration than exhaustion.

“I should be able to—” he tries to argue back before being cut off

“You shouldn’t be alive,” she snaps, eyes flashing.

“You lost a hand. I cut into your ribs. You were dead more often than not for almost a month straight,” she softly says after taking a deep breath.

He looks at her, really looks. Her cheek bears a thin, acid-pink scar. Her clothes are layered but worn. Her eyes are tired. But they don’t look away.

“You held me together,” he says, barely believing it.

“I didn’t do it for praise,” she replies. “I did it because you landed in my zone.”

A beat.

“And because maybe I got tired of burying people who didn’t fight to stay.”

She lets him lean against her as he stabilizes, arms trembling, knees weak. The pelt he wears shifts, revealing more of the lean, scarred frame that war and recovery have carved.

But she doesn’t react. No shame. No deference. Just a quiet understanding.

“You’re not done healing,” she says.

“No,” he replies, steadying himself. “But I woke up.”

“Yeah.” She exhales, nodding once. “You did.”

And that’s the first real victory either of them has had in a long time. She helps him to her bed, a nook carved into the stone wall of the cave. A small alcove, smoothed over by time, heat, and calloused hands, with a tattered mattress laying atop layered pelts. Dorn doesn’t argue nor put up a fight. He’s too tired, too heavy, every movement sending sparks of pain through bone and tendon. The mattress creaks under his weight as he sits, the fur-pelt slipping slightly, exposing the edge of a deep scar that rakes across his side. Wordlessly, she aids him in adjusting it.

“You’ll stay there, you still need more time to heal and recover” she says.

Grabbing a waterskin that had been hanging nearby and passing it to him, it’s full of something clear and metallic-tasting—filtered vent water with trace minerals. The moment the liquid touches his tongue, he gulps it down almost desperately, having only now realizing the thirst that was clawing at his throat. Then silence settles in. Not uncomfortable, just strange. He’s used to orders, to strategies, to the never-ending buzz of discipline and structure. This silence is raw, animal. It has weight.

Dorn surveys the room. It’s cramped, yes—but alive. A place made to keep someone alive. Hooks hold gear overhead. A bundle of thick ropes hangs from the wall. There's a stack of hand-scratched field notes near a rusted knife. Then he sees them, in the corner, just beyond the reach of the main fire’s light: pieces of his armor. He stands, slowly, muscles trembling. Kessa doesn’t stop him—just watching, knowing this part must happen.

The pauldron is the first thing he sees—cracked, blackened, the Imperial Fist icon scorched but still faintly visible beneath chemical scarring. Next to it, the shattered chest plate, pried open down the center like a wound. There’s a smear of dried blood where it fused to him. His blood. A gauntlet rests on top of the pile—singed, fused tight shut, fingers locked in a final reflex of violence or defense.

“I wasn’t going to throw them away,” Kessa says quietly. “Didn’t seem right. Figured if you woke up, you’d want to see what was left.”

Dorn runs his hand across the armor, fingertips tracing old gouges. Burn marks. He remembers some. Others… he doesn’t. He feels the faint hum of memory, of fire and noise and warplight. He should remember more, but all he feels now is how heavy it all is.

“It carried me through too much,” he mutters. “And nearly killed me when it should have saved me.”

He looks over his shoulder at her “You pulled me out of this?”

“Had to cut most of it. Some parts… they didn’t come clean.” gesturing toward his side, his chest, his missing hand.

“I kept cutting until you stopped twitching,” she recounts.

“You know what that armor was?”

“Heavy,” she says simply. “Angry.”

A pause.

“Wasn’t keeping you alive anymore. So, I threw it in the corner. Figured if you lived, you’d tell me whether to burn it,” Kessa reasons with a shrug.

Dorn doesn’t say anything for a while. He kneels beside the pile, the pelt slipping again over his scarred skin. His spine curves forward like he’s carrying invisible weight. Picking up the broken pauldron, running his thumb over the damaged emblem.

“No,” he says. “Don’t burn it.”

“Why not?” she questions.

“Because I need to remember why it failed.”

Kessa tilts her head slightly, arms folded “You think it failed?”

“No,” he replies, voice rough. “I did. The armor just kept the lie alive longer than it should have.”

She doesn’t press him. Just stands quietly while he places the pauldron back down and returns to bed. The weight of the armor now mirrored in the weight of what he remembers. Moving towards the fire, crouching low to stoke the coals, her back to him.

“You’ll need to eat soon,” she says. “You’ve been running on drip-bags and stubbornness.”

Then, a pause—just long enough for the truth to surface.

“Mostly stubbornness, by the end.”

Dorn tilts his head slightly, watching her. His mind is still slow, dragging itself back together, but something in her voice catches—a flicker of fatigue that sounds older than six months.

“Drips ran out. Two weeks before you came out of it. Thought you were going to die with a tube in your arm and not a whisper,” Confessing, glancing back at him, half-lit by the fire.

“So, I fed you. Real food. Broths. Honey paste. Melted it slow and spooned it in between clenches.”

There’s a silence. Not awkward—just real. Like they’re both realizing what that meant.

“You should’ve choked,” she adds with a dry breath. “But you didn’t. Guess even comatose, you weren’t done being stubborn.”

Dorn doesn’t know what to say to that. For a Primarch to be brought so low—and yet saved by something as small as honey and fire-warmed broth. It's humbling. Not in a way the battlefield ever taught him. Something more... elemental.

He shifts, muscles tight, and speaks without looking at her “You kept me alive… with scraps.”

“Wasn’t scraps,” she argues. “Was the best I had.”

She straightens up, hands on her hips, eyes locked on him now. No pity. No awe. Just defiance in her tired stance.

“I wasn’t feeding whatever you are. I was feeding a body that didn’t want to give up.”

Staring back at her, the broken armor glinting faintly in the corner behind him “You could’ve let me go.”

“Could’ve,” she says. “Didn’t.”

That, more than anything else in this toxic world, seems to anchor him. Leaning back again, his body still aching, gaze still distant. But something shifts. The tension eased. A thread cut loose.

“What was in the broth?” he lightly questions.

“Marrow from Onoxan bones. Distilled glimmer root. And a little boiled wine rind, so it didn’t taste like death,” listing off the main components.

A moment passes before he says, “It still tasted like death.”

Kessa cracks the faintest grin.

“What season is it?”

“Vahren, the rain season. Toxic rain, it’s just ending. You woke up with the first clean day.”

Dorn leans back, eyes to the ceiling, “Fitting.”

“Why?” glancing back towards him.

“Because this… feels like breathing again.”

[delirious-donna]

Worthy Sacrifices [Part Nine]

“Your body on the other hand, it’s an open book.”

story summary: Levi isn’t hungry, or so that’s what he claims. A vampire must drink to survive, and his sire refuses to let the man give up without trying every trick up his sleeve. When a new ‘donor’ appears, one who is different from all the rest, will Levi be able to keep resisting?

pairing: Levi Ackerman (vampire) x female reader (human)

warnings: slight NSFW, violence, biting, threatening behaviour (not towards reader), implied murder, Erwin being more of a bastard, plot building, flirting and lots of eye fucking, mention of parental loss and grief, we're starting to really cook now...

Part Eight | Masterlist | Read on AO3 | Part Ten

A line of dark blood rose to the surface of unblemished, pale skin. It beaded along the shallow wound, thick and full of something otherworldly. The nail used to inflict the small hurt was square and perfectly neat, but still sharp enough to cut through flesh like it was tissue paper.

“Mm. You fed well tonight… I can smell them in your blood, on your skin,” he said with a warmth that gave the illusion of being sat by a roaring fire. “Come.”

She did so without hesitation; the naked woman leaning up in the bed to stroke a manicured hand across his chest. Hungrily, she wrapped around his neck and shoulders and took the offering of a kiss with a sultry sigh.

Erwin smiled against her plush lips, encouraging the wet muscle to invade his mouth and feed him the taste of whoever she had fed from earlier. They were sweet, innocent and dead. He felt it assuredly, like he always did whenever someone took the life of their meal.

A sacrifice, but was it a worthy one? That was the question that mattered.

Erwin was not opposed to death if it served a greater purpose, but he had to wonder what impact snuffing out the life of a young woman would have on society. She could have been a bright young mind, someone who could have positively impacted the scientific or medical field. Maybe they were a talented dancer, singer, artist… now the world would never know.

He hummed in contemplation, though he masked it as enjoyment and his lover didn’t seem to notice the difference. She pressed her naked breasts into his chest; the pearls of dark, almost black, blood staining his skin like an ink blot from a Rorschach test.

Her neck stretched out in invitation, long nails scratching at his scalp and tugging more firmly at the roots. Who was he to deny himself a taste?

She let out a high-pitched mewl when he trailed kisses down her jaw before finally biting into the taut flesh being presented like a well-wrapped gift. Erwin held her close as she started to writhe in a sensous dance, pulling her flush over his body until she was straddling him and grinding directly onto his awakening erection. There was no sustenance when vampires fed from their own kind, it was purely a sexual indulgence and one he didn’t allow himself too regularly for reasons he refused to study closely.

Waves of thick auburn hair framed a pretty face. The colour was artificial, as were her looks. Carefully applied cosmetics brightened her complexion, contacts changed whatever her natural eye colour was to a vibrant jade green, and he was willing to bet her lips were not naturally this plump.

From a distance, she was beautiful, but up close, the flaws were obvious.

“You know,” he started, pulling away from the fresh wound on her neck that was already healing, “it’s interesting that Nile would think to defy me so openly like this.”

The woman paused. She frowned, regaining her composure remarkably fast.

“Nile? Who is that? I don’t want to talk about other men when the only one I’m interested in is right here.”

Her perfectly manicured nails tiptoed up his sternum, a sultry move that echoed the purr she effected. Erwin grasped her wrist in a lightning quick movement which made her gasp. He smiled and pressed a reassuring kiss to the fragile skin of her inner wrist. If she wanted to play, then he would be happy to join in.

“Oh, I thought everyone knew Nile. He’s the man who wishes to align himself with the humans and become their special lapdog. He’d rather see his kin tied up in metaphorical redtape and arbitrary laws than allow us to flourish as we always had before the awakening. It really is a shame… we used to be friends.”

“I-I—no, I can’t say that I’ve heard of him before,” she lied. He could smell the deceit, taste the sourness of it on his tongue. His nose wrinkled in disgust.

Erwin struck; sinking his fangs into the wrist still pressed to his lips. The bite was savage this time, no sensual pleasure seeking from the tear of his teeth against the flesh and tendons in the weak little wrist. She squealed, high and terror struck, and tried to pull away, but without success.

He fed from her in sucking pulls until his mouth was full of the disgusting blood pumping through her. Deception. Manipulation. Seductress. Poisoner. It tasted like acid, and he refused to swallow this time.

Instead, he ripped away from her mauled arm and yanked her down until her face was inches from his. There were tears crowding her eyes, sheer panic widening them as she struggled from the hold he would not let up. He kissed her and there was no nicety to it. He forced his tongue deep into her mouth and dumped out the vile blood.

She spluttered, swallowing down the blood and swiping at her mouth with her remaining free hand. Her face and neck were smeared in dirty crimson, and gone was the pretty mask.

“Get away from me,” she screeched, beating at his chest and clawing nails down his tawny shoulders. “I’ll scream! You’re a monster! I don’t know what you’re doing but I’ll see that you’re executed for this assault!”

Erwin couldn’t help but laugh. It was rich and deep, for the right person it would stroke at their skin like gloved velvet, but for a traitorous little whore like this fledgling girl it sounded ugly and utterly wicked.

“Do try, my dear. I’m certain the staff would love to hear me put down a mangy dog like yourself. I could invite them in, and they can watch if you’d prefer. What do you say to that, hm?” His voice was as cold as artic winds, destructive and without a hint of emotion. “I know who sent you and I am well aware of the vial you poured into my wine earlier tonight. Right now, its contents are being analysed and I’m rather keen to try it out on you. Witness firsthand its effects.”

Her struggling intensified, and he could smell the fear on her increase until his senses were drowning in it. She fought like a wounded animal who could sense their own death was imminent. At least she was perceptive.

“You’ve got it all wrong! I swear it. Let me go—I’ll… I can tell you what his plans are, everything, if you’ll just let me go. You never have to see me again,” she bargained before real tears of terror starting to slide over her cheeks and through the mess of blood drying on her skin. “I don’t want to die.”

Erwin almost felt sorry for her—almost.

~

“Did you have to kill her?” Miche asked.

Erwin glanced at him whilst he carefully washed his hands. He was reminded that despite the bloodshed Miche had seen over the years, he was still tender-hearted. At times it was a good trait to have close, it kept Erwin grounded and in touch with his morality, but other times he wanted nothing more than to roll his eyes in derision.

“The woman attempted to poison me with something that even Hange cannot identify. We have no idea what it would have done, it might have even managed the near impossible and killed me, and you’re asking if I acted rashly?”

Miche had the grace to look contrite. “You’re right. I know that… sorry. I guess that means we’re at war now.”

“Nile has made the first move,” Erwin said with a sigh.

“I cannot and will not, overlook this. If he is prepared to take a stand against me then we must assume that he is now fully aligned with the human government and their objectives. I had sincerely hoped we would avoid this, that there would be an alliance of sorts that wouldn’t diminish our interests, but he is forcing my hand.”

“Did the girl have much information to share?”

“Very little, as I expected. She was promised fame and exposure as an up-and-coming actress if she could infiltrate my syndicate and feedback information to whomever in Nile’s employ was acting as her superior. The drug was a new plan after several failed attempts to gain my attention, and I fear it might have truth serum properties. We’ll know that for sure soon enough.”

Erwin hesitated when Miche passed a palm down his face, his head shaking ever so subtly. Maybe he shouldn’t have killed her… maybe he was getting too good at reasoning with himself that his actions served a higher purpose. Perhaps he was becoming delusional and that was not a thought he liked having.

“Whoever her puppet master was, they must be powerful. I couldn’t see their image when I looked inside her mind, it was deliberately distorted, but I’m certain it wasn’t Nile himself. He wouldn’t dirty his hands directly,” he said. “This has only emphasised the importance of returning Levi to the fold, and if my suspicions are correct then it will be in his best interest to comply.”

Miche grimaced. “He’s resisting. I’m not sure why you’re so pushy with this new donor, and I know you’re not about to enlighten me,” he muttered with a wry glance at his sire, “but you need to move fast before things escalate any further.”

“It’s all in hand, Miche, it’s all in hand.”

~

“Can you say that again?”

Levi’s eyes were the darkest grey you had ever seen. They were drowning pools if only you would step inside. His expression was blank, or as blank as he could make it given the skittish energy that leaked from him.

His study was dimly lit by the lone lamp on the desk, it cast shadows along the walls and gave the illusion of a breeze ruffling the heavy velvet drapes. You sat in the same armchair from the first time you met him, but this time he didn’t sit with the desk between you, he was perched against the edge, his knees close enough to touch yours.

“You are my blood singer and that means that I am bound to you. That your blood would sustain my existence forever if you allowed it. I’m stronger because of you. I was able to move not just myself, but you as well because of the small amount I took back in Erwin’s office. That’s how we got here, I’m not certain if I told you that.”

“Only those very old and powerful can move more than themselves. I…” Levi faltered for the second time, he didn’t think he was explaining this well, but it was the best he could do given that there was still so much he didn’t know.

“I would not need to feed as regularly as I did before, not if I was drinking from you. I feel bound to you,” he repeated without pausing to consider what an admission of that magnitude would do to you.

You pulled your legs up, arms wrapping around your knees as if that would keep the cold at bay. It wasn’t the temperature that was the problem, it was revelation of your importance to Levi that pressed icy fingers against your skin. He had made it obvious that there was a connection between you, you knew that from the dreams or memories you experienced, as well as Erwin’s insistence to bring you together, but hearing it out loud was different. It also didn’t help that you weren’t sure how Levi felt about this. He might feel bound, but there was a twist to his mouth that made you wonder if he hated the very idea of it.

Suddenly, you wished you weren’t wearing his t-shirt. You wished your legs weren’t bare. You wished that your neck didn’t throb. You wished your heart wasn’t hammering against your ribs like a wronged man banging on their cell bars.

“Say something,” he asked, hand outstretched as if to touch your arm then thought better of it, dropping his arm by his side.

What could you say? It seemed hypocritical that you would encourage him to drink from you, to explore the evident attraction and suddenly be perturbed when you found out the depth such actions had resulted in. You liked him, were attracted to him, but did you want to be bound to him?

He made it sound like this was a permanent thing and that wasn’t a part of your plans. Sure, you hoped you’d form meaningful connections with the right people, so that when you had made peace with your life you could cross over, but this soon seemed premature.

You were not going to die like your mother.

The genetic test results hadn’t come back yet and there was still hope that the illness your mother had fallen to would not be hereditary, but taking precautions should the worst come to pass made sense to the rational part of your brain.

You refused to follow the same path she had. The love for your mother was eternal, and there was nothing more she could have done (except fight harder, the mean little voice in your head piped up) but that was not going to be your fate. You would not trace her footsteps.

That was a promise you had made to yourself on the day of her funeral. You couldn’t stand the grief that surrounded the event, and the look of utter devastation on your father’s face.

The only man in your life was a ghost of his former self and you despised it. His easy smiles and summer warm eyes were gone, replaced with tight grimaces and eyes filled with winter fog. You didn’t blame him. Of course, you didn’t, but there was a sense of loss for more than just your mother that you couldn’t accept without some amount of blame. Who did it belong to?

Death.

You couldn’t accept that this had for the best and therefore you swore you would defeat death. It was from that day that you looked into every piece of known information about vampires, obsessed with learning as much as you could.

They were the answer.

“What does this change?” you asked finally.

“… I want you come live here instead of with Erwin.”

“Is that everything?” You knew it wasn’t, the weight of the pause before Levi answered told you there was much more.

“No, but I’m not sure who your loyalty lies with. There are things I want to discuss but if they were to be repeated to Hange or Erwin himself, then it would be a problem. A big problem.”

That was understandable, so why did it hurt to think he didn’t trust you? Your cheek rested atop your knee, blinking at him. He was keeping things from you, more than he was admitting to.

“I’m sorry,” Levi said and even to your ears it sounded like a word he was unaccustomed to using, “It’s not that I don’t trust you, more that I have reasons not to trust Erwin. He needs me, and I’m in two minds on how to proceed. Would you consider voiding your contract with him? I’d compensate you.”

“It’s not all about the damn money, Levi. I expected this to be a job that I did for a definitive amount of time then went back to my life, and you’re making this sound like I can’t return.”

Levi cringed.

“That’s… that’s what you’re saying, isn’t it? To be your blood singer is to stay by your side forever,” you said, an icy hand at your throat.

This time when he reached for you, he didn’t stop at the last moment. His hands took yours, moving until he was knelt on the carpet looking up at you. He was offering you something, something you couldn’t define.

“Forever is a long time,” he admitted quietly. “Can we start with the here and now, end your contract with Erwin and stay with me for the month?”

A month.

That didn’t sound too bad.

It was less than you had expected to stay within Erwin’s service, but then again, every one of your goal posts had changed in the space of a few days. As you mulled over the offer, his thumb stroked across your knuckles. Levi was a perfect blank statue except for his eyes. Those eyes swirled like pools of pure mercury, and the longer you stared, the more you wanted to throw all your chips in with him.

“I can do that. A month here, living with you.”

You swallowed thickly; the icy fingers at your throat receded as a heat start to simmer in your belly. The possibilities of how those weeks would be spent were nothing more than the ideations of some prolific smut writer. It reminded you of a comment where it was alluded that Erwin could read what was in your mind, and you wondered if the same could be said of Levi.

“Can you… can you read my thoughts?” you asked, eyes flicking away from his face and back again.

Levi rose to stand, putting your face level with his stomach. The lean outline of his torso was obvious through the thin grey compression style shirt. Your hand twitched in his, and he tightened his fingers. It took all your willpower to lift your gaze, and his subtle amused expression only warmed your cheeks more.

“Why do you ask?”

“Hange said that Erwin would know if I lied. He also made me think that he could read my mind if he wanted to, and I just wondered…”

“It’s possible, but not without you knowing what I was up to. Mind tricks have never been something I’ve dabbled in outside of feeding pleasurable emotions into those giving to me. It’s a line I don’t like to cross, some things should remain sacred,” he said solemnly, and it made you wonder what was behind those words. There was some sadness that wasn’t yet for sharing, maybe it never would be, but you took the answer for what it was.

“Your body on the other hand, it’s an open book.”

He placed your hand on his flat stomach, spreading the palm so you could feel each inhale and exhale. His fingers tangled in your hair, cradling the side of your head and gently moving you so he could look into your eyes. The pink tip of his tongue flicked out to wet his lips and you followed the movement like a cat watching a sparrow.

It was hard to worry when desire ignited like a well-kindled fire. It was hard to care when you looked at Levi and saw the tight mask slip to reveal a mirror of what you felt right down in your very bones. He was a man not accustomed to strong emotions, or at least not accustomed to showing them, and here he was letting you glimpse something very few people ever had.

“What is my body saying?” you asked with an emphatic purr.

Instead of answering, he pressed one knee onto the seat of the armchair you were occupying. He was slow with it, letting you adjust so his thigh wedged between yours, bending at the waist and burying his nose in the silk of your hair. You heard him inhale, felt the contraction against your palm and let your touch lower an inch or two, where the line of his sweats met the hem of his shirt.

Your heart beat a wild dance in your throat, mirrored by an identical throb where his knee brushed against you. Men’s boxer briefs were not your preferred underwear style but given it had been your only option at the time, you half welcomed the barrier between him and your naked skin. The other half cursed the navy shorts for daring to exist.

He was so close and still too far away. You leant in to skim your lips over the small area of naked skin near his hip you had exposed with those inquisitive fingers. Levi shivered and let out a long sigh. It spoke of everything and nothing.

“Your body is telling me a lot of things. It’s hard to—to keep them all straight in my head,” he half whispered, his breath fanning your ear and sending tingles down the length of your spine. “I can smell your arousal, from before and right now. Your heart is racing, and your skin is so perfectly hot and supple.”

Levi traced along your jaw, down your neck and moved his hand ‘til it curled around the slender column of your throat. He felt you swallow, smiled and gave the lightest squeeze, smiling wider when your eyes grew impossibly large with that film of lust covering your sparkling irises.

Glancing down he could see how your nipples had stiffened behind the fabric of his t-shirt, and ideas of kneeling right here to suck them into his mouth one at a time until the khaki green was almost black with his saliva nearly shook him into action. The hummingbird flutter of your pulse acted as an anchor, and he was grateful given how you’d already been interrupted. He didn’t need a further reminder that Hange and Miche were waiting for you both.

Slowly, sadly, he moved back and ran restless fingers through his curtains of hair.

You let him, not giving life to the whine caught in the back of your throat, knowing that you were not as alone as you’d like. Vampire hearing was a thing to be marvelled, and whilst the idea of Erwin bearing witness to the shameless acts of lust and carnal curiosity brought more heat to your core than you ever expected, the same could not be said for anyone else.

“Later?”

Levi stiffened, eyes cutting to you.

“Later.”

It was a promise that you felt right down to your soul, and it made you hide the answering timid smile behind your hand.

Later couldn’t come quickly enough.

~

Hange leapt to their feet with a broad smile when Levi finally arrived in the small drawing room which he spent a lot of time in thanks to the wonderful view afforded from the bay window. Right now, it was shuttered closed, though it would soon open as the sun set in the west. The sight of the modern cities below the small incline that his home sat upon would look like twinkling fairy lights, and he knew you would love it. That thought alone tugged a frown into place, he wasn’t sure where it had come from.

Levi felt your hand curl into his, hesitant and one step behind him.

He watched as a shared look passed between Miche and Hange. Neither said a word, but there was enough meaning in that one look that no words were necessary. Levi was not an affectionate man; he had never indulged in public displays of affection or even acts of reassurance and yet here he was… comforting you without question.

You couldn’t know how strange this one simple act was to his companions, and he was glad that Hange decided to remain tight-lipped for possibly the first time in their very very long life.

“Shall we get down to business? I’m sure you’re expected back soon,” Levi said as he led you deeper inside and gently guided you towards a small loveseat that would only just fit two side by side.

“Pfft. It’s not like we have a curfew! We’re not children.” Hange harrumphed at the insinuation but moved to sit again, this time not glancing at Miche who was silently staring at you without blinking.

Levi patted your knee before stretching an arm along the back of the love seat so you could feel his fingers brushing your shoulder. He watched as you tugged the hem of his t-shirt as low as possible to cover your thighs, chin tucked against your chest as if you didn’t want to look at them yet. Embarrassed at what had been interrupted perhaps? Something else?

He wasn’t telling you everything and you both knew as much.

A sharp pain lanced his temples and for the second time since the events in Erwin’s office, he felt the bond between him and his sire weaken. What once had felt like a ball and chain around his ankle now felt more like a weighted rubber band. It was no longer unmoveable, and perhaps it was not unbreakable as it had been before.

The possibility both scared and excited him. To be free would be the greatest gift, and until now he had believed the only way to achieve freedom would have been Erwin’s death. Levi might not always share his opinions and sometimes he downright hated the man, but never had he considered trying to have him killed.

Erwin Smith was a legend amongst vampires, and for all his misgivings and liberties when it came to morality, he was not an evil man. He believed in the greater good and that no man (or vampire) was an island.

Now, that very man needed Levi’s help.

“Before we go any further, I would like you to make it clear to Erwin that the blood donor contract is to be ended with immediate effect and all personal belongings are to be moved here as soon as possible,” Levi said calmly.

Hange sat forward with an elbow braced on their knee. “Is that what you want?” They asked you directly, their voice softer than seconds before.

You nodded and met their gaze steadily as if you knew that to do anything less would mean they would not believe the conviction. “Yes. I think it’s for the best. But...” There was a pause. Levi looked at you uncertainly, watched as you worried your lip between your teeth.

“I want to meet with him again and apologise.”

“Apologise?” Levi questioned, stunned.

“Mhm. We… uh—I think that it would only be fair to hand in my resignation personally. I have some questions for him too,” you said.

“You do remember what he tried to do back in his office, yes? How he invaded your mind and stole away your self-control. You owe him nothing.”

Levi felt you wriggle uncomfortably, your body pressed up against his in the small seat. There was something you weren’t saying, and he narrowed his eyes.

“What aren’t you telling me?” he asked quietly, too quietly.

“I could ask you the same thing, Levi.”

He scowled but couldn’t argue. Instead, he turned his attention back to the pair opposite and how differently they viewed what was going on. Hange watched with the curiosity of a tennis match, their eyes flicking back and forth as you spoke. Miche never took his eyes off you and that was starting to piss Levi off.

“Anyway…” Hange said after the air had thickened with uncomfortable silence, “We need your help which might make all of this a moot point.”

“What do you mean?” Levi asked, puzzled.

Hange gestured around the room and to nothing specific. “Well, I don’t know for certain, but I am fairly sure that Erwin will ask you to move to the compound until we deal with this threat.”

“What threat?” you asked.

Hange opened their mouth to speak, but Miche raised a hand with a shake of his head. Hange exhaled long and low, rolling their eyes. Levi wouldn’t be cowed by Miche or his misplaced lack of trust.

“From the little I have been told so far, there is a move to eliminate Erwin in the hopes to further an agenda that I am yet to be clued in to. What I don’t understand,” Levi said turning his attention back to Miche, “is why this time is any different to all the other threats made against him and the syndicate? What is so different that I am being called back to his side?”

“This time,” Miche said. You straightened in your seat, having heard less than a handful of words from the tall, powerful looking man in all the time you had known him. “This time the threat comes from someone who could see it through.”

Levi let out a low whistle, his head shaking. “Who?”

Who could possibly have enough power and pull to bring down Erwin? He honestly couldn’t think of a single name that would be crazy enough to try, let alone maybe succeed. He met Miche’s cool eyes.

“Nile Dok.”

A silence ran through the room, not for the first time, but this was a weighty silence full of revelation and understanding. That was not what he expected to hear, but damn if it didn’t make sense. Dawning comprehension dropped his stomach into his toes.

“Well, fuck.”

“Now you get it,” Hange enthused with a crow.

“Pack your stuff, Ackerman. It’s time to return to the nest, both of you,” Miche said, and all Levi could do was nod, dazed and dumbfounded by what this could all mean.

There were too many secrets and if tongues did not start to loosen soon, everyone was in grave danger.

Who would break first?

[not-poignant]

Excerpt from chapter 114 of Underline the Black:

‘Efnisien’s family organised to attack and possibly kill him, and we need to get him off the property. He can’t go to the sister facility, that’s where our omegas have evacuated, and they can’t stay there long either.’ ‘And there’s no one else?’ Mike said, sounding unsure. ‘What about a hotel? Or Airbnb? Can you not stay with him?’ ‘For the time being, I think it would look best if we implied Efnisien was no longer on the property.’ Possibly even dead. ‘I don’t want Hillview to leave a financial trail, and my personal finances may be investigated if there’s an audit, so it’s best if Hillview and I don’t pay to organise a hotel or alternative accommodation. Though, of course, I’m happy to get money to you. I know you said you were interested in potentially taking Efnisien on, but that’s very different from being contacted at short notice. It would only be a temporary placement.’ ‘Mm. Just let me have a think,’ Mike said slowly. ‘I have more than one spare room, and no one here knows I’m connected to you beyond us being colleagues. I can come down tonight if you think I’ve got time to shower and have some coffee to wake up. He can be safe and home with me by morning if I time it right. Is that too soon?’

[bunnibunnidevil]

Sukuna x reader

Kinda soft sukuna, will continue

…

The flames dimmed and the dust settled in Shibuya. The heat from the torch that was now jogo warmed his face. He basked in the glow practically high on the feeling of heat on his skin, high from a fight well earned. A wicked smile formed on his face and he howled with laughter. It echoed across the desolate and dying streets of Shibuya.

He was so goddamn glad to be back. He felt a fraction on his power flowing through his veins. It was orgasmic. Like a shot of adrenaline straight to the heart. Sukuna spun a few times in a circle admiring the toppled and burned building, the human fear that hung ripe in the air. It was a glimpse of his ultimate vision.

Another laugh boiled up in his throat but he stopped.

It was just a glimpse of powerful curse energy, one he knew but was unfamiliar all the same. The hairs stood up on the back of his neck. He felt eyes on him.

Not the normal kind though. It was the eyes of someone who brain swum around like a goldfish in their head. With deer in headlight eyes and a blatant disregard for life or death. It was someone with so lose a resolve. Where the gaze was coming from he didn’t know. He couldn’t tell it’s intentions either all he could feel from the energy was a squirming ‘kill, kill, kill’. The curse energy drew closer and he flipped around.

He was greeted by a jagged smile a big doe eyes. His heart sunk in his chest and the king of curses almost found himself falling to your knees. “Wha-I watched her die a thousand years ago. What is the meaning of this. A trick?” He said mustering up his bravest voice. Though his resolve wavered inside as he glanced over your features.

You had been his wife, his beloved right hand while he was human. You were taken from him by a traitor. Stabbed through the back and the sliced at the neck, a technique he would later adopt. Slice and sever, slice and sever.

He looked at you now, you were wearing a disheveled black kimono that draped down one of your shoulders, it was long and blood spattered. You hair trailed down your body dragging behind you like the train of a wedding dress.

His breathe caught in his throat, the color of you skin, the flush of your cheeks was made perfect. Whoever was before him looked exactly as his late wife had only this wasn’t human but a curse.

He cocked his eyebrows at your lack of reply. His hand jerked towards your neck but he stopped inches from it when the smell of your skin hit his nose.

Lavender and clean linen, like when you would wash his clothes at home. He gritted his teeth trying not to expose his unraveling composure. “Answer me quick before I get bored with this conversation. No women I used to know will trick me so speak quick” he spit.

You smiled up a5 him tears welling up in your eyes. “A trick?” You repeated, your voice like a ball pin hammer to his eardrums. He hadn’t heard it in so long, he had completely forgotten it. It was a song, beautiful and sweet. His eyes dropped down to your exposed collarbone and he longed to kiss it. Longed to collect you up and squeeze you with the weight of the years spend apart. ‘Is this actually her?’ He thought detecting no other presence, no spell, no nothing. Just cursed energy.

“Do you remember me?” You asked him stupidly and he rolled his eyes. He grabbed you up and squeezed you to his chest. “Stupid women.” He scolded burying his face in your hair. Breathing in the scent, feeling the heat of your skin on his. “How are you here right now?” He asked, he buckled to his knees and held your hips tightly, pressing his face to your stomach.

You sighed and ran your fingers through his hair. “I don’t know, I’ve wandered around the forests for…” you trailed off “a long time I think. There was an explosion, I felt your energy far away. I should be dead by now, I should have died when tha5 man stabbed me but-I didn’t. I woke up buried in dirt and moss.” He gritted his teeth. He should have checked back then, with the exposure to his power, the people around him. He should have thought that you becoming a curse was a possibility. Especially after the way he raged, killing, pouring out power after you had been murdered. “You are a curse such as I. That’s how you are still alive after so long. these humans call us special grade curses.” He said plainly. He pondered his words for a moment then sighed. “The humans will kill me again?” You asked an innocent look on your face,

“I’m sorry, I should have been more careful.” He said his voice gruff. Regret and pain drowning his previous elation. You hugged his head tightly. “Never be sorry” you whispered sinking down to your knees. You looked at him with your precious eyes and cupped his face. “We are together now, for now” you smiled gently. He nodded and pressed his forehead to yours “I spoke with nurame minutes ago, follow their energy back to where they are. Stay close to this body, the brat Yuji is going to take back over in a littl3 bit. I’ll come to you when it’s time. Stay away from sorceres.” He warned lightly kissing your lips. “Now go, I have business to attend to”

You nodded and kissed his forehead before quickly disappearing. A surge of your curse energy shaking the ground around him.

He stared watching it shake. “Where did she get that power” he questioned. You were no extraordinary human so it seemed improbable you would be a powerful curse. He focused hard on your energy, it was pulsating and electric, wanting and wanting, kill,kill,kill. Like he had felt earlier. You were unbridled and unstable.

Your curse energy was pouring out of you like blood from a severed vein. Pouring and pouring. You shouldn’t have been able to live such output of energy but there you went.

He sighed kicking at the rubble at his feet ‘that damn women didn’t even know she was a curse, shes ignorant to her own condition and untrained.” He put his hand on his forehead and smiled. “It’s always been one thing after another with her I suppose” he said smiling fondly.

He jumped off the precipice of the building towards Megumis energy with a smile on his face.

…..

Hours later after the fun and games were over Sukuna sat in his domain upon his throne. Head in hand his mind running through the days events. Yuji had finally fallen asleep, his cries turned to whimpers in his sleep. Sukuna was thankful for that. He hated the sound of crying.

The memory of you being stabbed flashed through his mind followed by the sight of his own human tears cascading down his face, a vicious laughter echoing through his mind.

He shook the memory away slightly flinching at the reminder.

He sighed and sat back putting his hand behind his head. Kicked his feet up on the side of the throne. “Her curse energy is pink” he mumbled picturing it in his mind, pink and sparkly but electric to the touch. He smiled “how ridiculous”.

Part of him wished you were here now, he couldn’t fathom you still being alive, it had been hundreds of years since you had “died” you living was now a foreign concept to him, especially now that you were a curse. A beautiful and haunting one. He imagined human children who came acrossed you in the woods would tell tales of the beautiful long haired women in the tattered black kimono who wandered the dense forests wild haired, barefoot and alone. He chuckled imagining their fear and disbelief at the sight at you.

He wondered what you thought wandering about like that all those years. His smile disappeared imagining you wandering around, eyes tired and feet dirty, your kimono collecting dirt and blood. He frowned. “You were always helpless without him. Normally he would detest such insignificance but it was different with you.

You were helpless because you needed him. Your soul was entertained with his, it was written in your soul that you belonged to him.

Since the moment your eyes met his.

He thought back to the first time he saw you.

He closed his eyes transporting himself back many years in time, as he had done many times before.

When he opened his eyes he was in your old village. He was a young sorcerer then, with no real goals but financial gain. It was a minor phase in his life, months after he would begin his true destiny but at the moment he was young and shallow.

You were the daughter of the richest merchant in town. By human standards your father was no tyrant though, your village did well due to your fathers well to do attitude. The local economy thrived and poverty was virtually nonexistent. It was by shabby means but everyone seemed to be comfortable.

That day he stood before your father, you were in the room and suddenly he had forgotten why he came.

Seeing you was like breathing in the air after spring rain. You looked so vibrant, so soft and alive. “Excuse me young man you seemed to have gone off into thought.” Your father smiled. Sukuna returned the expression. “It appears so, I have come here to ask for your daughters hand in marriage” he said throwing his other plans to the wind.

It was a complete shock but eventually your father and you agreed due to the mutual financial benefits. Three months in he built you a house down the path from your fathers, it was quaint but beautiful. You grew flowers and a garden. About a year into the marriage you grew pregnant, the local grannies whispered to him it would be a girl. A year and 8 months into the marriage you and his unborn child were stabbed to death in front of him.

He left the village and started his true path. He surprisingly never repayed your village a visit. He buried you in the woods and slaughtered the town around it. Along with the families of those who betrayed him. In hindsight that was the happiest days of his life, had you not been so weak and died he would have never become a curse. He would have grown old with you and died in that simple place

He closed his eyes and he was back in his domain. “I had forgotten, I was to be a father, how ridiculous” he pondered the thought then let it fade away.

He had killed many fathers, many women and children. As a matter of fact every time he killed a women with a child he thought of you. For a m9ment it brought you back to him, only to bleed out in the dirt.

He sighed and closed his eyes picturing your arms around him, the rush of your skin against his own. It was a pitiful string of thoughts but safe in his domain he was free to express all and be witnessed by none. The feeling of your warmth became to real and he smiled. He opened his eyes, you were perched up in his lap head on his chest. “Troublesome girl” he tsked wrapping his arms around you burying his face in your hair.

Your curse energy purred around you randomly crackling around when it mixed with his own. “I apologize for the disobedience, nurame told me you location and I followed your presence.” You said, your voice gentle and light. He smiled running his hand through your long hair. “Im shocked you were even able to get in here. You’re quite impressive these days” he said.

You sat up and looked curious into his face. “Was I not while we were human?” He asked. A shitty joke curled on the top of his tongue but he let it die there. “Only slightly” he hummed and you smiled pleased with the answer.

Quietly you yawned and buried further into his chest. “Where is your bed?” You asked. He furrowed his eyebrows. “I don’t have one, I stopped sleeping.”

“What do you do then?” You asked

“Nothing. Just stare and think”

You slapped you hand to your mouth hiding a laugh. He looked down at you from the corner of his eyes a smug smile on his face. “I’m glad my prison is entertaining you” he rolled his eyes.

“The sorcerers whisper about you” you said dropping your tone low. “Ryomen sukuna, the king of curses . Kill him kill him.” You whispered. He cupped your face bringing your gaze to him. “They should fear me, I’m stronger now then I was” he subtly bragged. You nodded sliding your hands up his chest. “I know” you said “I can feel it which means…” you stepped off his lap on stood before him “you could certainly make a place for us to rest, you must be exhausted after years of no sleep”

He rolled his eyes and flicked his wrist. Beside his throne a copy of your old house emerged and you squealed with delight. “The house! I searched and searched and searched” you smiled running towards it.

He half smiled to himself.

When he entered his old home a wave of nostalgia hit him and as he held you in the bed while you slept he imagined what it would have been like had things not gone south.

He wouldn’t have changed a damn thing but it was nice to pretend.

[scary-noodlesblog]

Soulbound Ch 7

Heaven and Hell

"No. She has to die."

"You want Anna? Why?" I ask, eyebrows furrowing.

"Out of the way." Uriel demands, taking a couple steps forward.

Dean interrupts, "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Okay, I know she's wiretapping your angel chats or whatever, but it's no reason to gank her."

"Don't worry. I'll kill her gentle." Uriel taunts with a sarcastic grin.

"You're some heartless sons of bitches, you know that?" Dean asks.

Castiel looks at the ground then back up, "As a matter of fact, we are. And?"

I look at him in disbelief, arms crossed, giving him 'the look'. ya know, the one women give their partners when they did something shitty. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Anna's an innocent girl." Sam argues.

Castiel shakes his head, making eye contact with me, "She is far from innocent."

Sam's eyebrows crinkle, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means she's worse than this abomination you've been screwing. Now give us the girl." Uriel demands again.

The boys and I look at each other for a moment before Dean grins, mirroring Uriel's from earlier, "Sorry. Get yourself another one. Try JDate."

"Who's gonna stop us? You two? Or this demon whore?" Uriel throws Ruby into the window, shattering it. He then pins Ruby to the wall with his forearm, trying to bring his hand to her forehead to kill her. Dean goes after Uriel while Castiel advances on Sam and I.

"Cas, stop...please." Sam begs as him and I take steps back from the angel. Castiel touches his fingers to Sam's forehead, making him fall to the ground, unconscious.

I back up against the door Anna is behind, blocking it. I look at Castiel with pleading eyes, "Cas don't." My eyebrows furrow again as he gives me an apologetic look. "If you kill her I will never forgive you Castiel." That makes him freeze on the spot as I continue, "Cassie...please."

He hesitates, his hand twitching like he is thinking about knocking me out like Sam. Suddenly a bright light engulfs the room, making me cringe and close my eyes. 

"What the..." Dean trails off as I open my eyes. I let out a breath and kneel down next to Sam as he starts to wake up. Ruby kneels down on the other side of him before we hear Dean, "Anna. Anna!"

Ruby and I help Sam up and the three of us walk into the back room. We see Anna with her arm covered in blood and a sigil drawn on the mirror with her blood. "I sent them away... far away." She says.

"You want to tell me how?" Dean asks her, putting a bandana on the cut on her arm.

Anna gestures to the mirror, "That just popped in my head. I don't know how I did it. I just did it."

~~~~~~~

We decided Anna would be safe at Bobby's in the panic room. She sat on a chair with Dean and I standing next to her while Ruby sits outside the room. Sam is upstairs researching. Dean pats the wall, "Iron walls drenched in salt. Demons can't even touch the joint."

"Which I find racist, by the way." Ruby says with crossed arms.

"Write your congressman." Dean retorts.

Ruby tosses a couple objects at me, "Here."

"Hex bags?" I ask.

Ruby nods, "Extra-crunchy. They'll hide us from angels, demons, all comers."

"Thanks, Ruby." I smile softly and hand a hex bag to Anna, "Don't lose this. So, Anna, what's playing on angel radio? Anything useful?"

The redhead looks up at me, "It's quiet. Dead silence."

"Good. That's not troubling at all." Dean grumbles.

"We're in trouble, huh? You guys are scared?" Anna asks.

"Nah." I say after looking back at Ruby, who looks quite timid.

"Hey, Dean, (Y/N)!" Sam's voice comes from upstairs.

"Just stay here, okay?" Dean says to Anna before walking out of the panic room. 

I follow him out, putting my hand on Ruby's shoulder, "Keep an eye on her."

~~~~~~~

"How's the car?" Dean asks, making me roll my eyes.

The three of us walk into the kitchen, "I got her. She's fine. Where's Bobby?" Sam asks.

"Uh, The Dominican. He said we break anything, we buy it." I reply.

"He's working a job?" Sam asks again.

"God, I hope so. Otherwise, he's at hedonism in a banana hammock and a trucker cap." Dean says, making me cringe.

"Now that's seared in my brain."

Dean turns to Sam, "All right, what did you find on Anna?"

Sam puts a folder on the table, Dean and I looking at it over his shoulders. "Uh, not much. Her parents were, uh, Rich and Amy Milton -- a church deacon and a housewife."

"Riveting." Dean says sarcastically, making me elbow him lightly.

"Yeah. But there is something here in the report. Turns out this latest psych episode wasn't her first." Sam says.

"No?" I ask.

"When she was 2 1/2, she'd get hysterical any time her dad got close. She was convinced that he wasn't her real daddy." Sam explains.

Dean smirks softly, "Who was? The plumber, hmm? A little snaking the pipes?"

I smack his chest, "Shut up, Dean."

Sam blinks at him, "Dude, you're confusing reality with porn again. Look, Anna didn't say. She just kept repeating that this real father of hers was mad. Very mad -- like wanted-to-kill-her mad." 

"Kind of heavy for a 2-year-old." Dean says.

Sam continues his explanation, "Well, she saw a kid's shrink, got better, and grew up normal."

"Until now. So, what's she hiding?" I ask.

Anna's voice cuts in, sounding slightly offended, "Why don't you just ask me to my face?"

We turn to our left, Anna standing in the doorway with Ruby, "Nice job watching her." Dean chastises Ruby.

Ruby gestures to Anna, "I'm watching her."

"No, you're right, Anna. Is there anything you want to tell us?" Sam asks.

"About what?" 

Sam continues his interrogation, "The angels said you were guilty of something. Why would they say that?"

Anna's voice starts to raise, "You tell me. Tell me why my life has been leveled... Why my parents are dead. I don't know. I swear. I would give anything to know."

Sam nods, "Okay. Then let's find out."

"How?"

~~~~~~~

"We're here!" Dean calls from the stairs to the basement.

"Pamela!" I smile widely, hugging the woman.

"Hi (Y/N)." She smiles as well, hugging me back.

Sam steps up behind me, "Pamela, hey!"

"Sam?" Pamela says, confused.

Sam nods, "It's me. It's Sam."

"Sam?" She asks again, making me giggle.

"Yeah."

"Sam, is that you?" Pamela's hand comes up and cups Sam's cheek and he smiles.

"I'm right here."

"Oh. Know how I can tell?" Pamela smacks Sam on the ass, making me snort and Dean smirk, "That perky little ass of yours. You could bounce a nickel off that thing. Of course I know it's you, grumpy. Same way I know that's a demon, and that poor girl's Anna, (Y/N) is finding this entire exchange hilarious, and that you've been eyeing my rack." She says.

Sam stammers, "Uh... uh... uh..."

Pamela laughs, "Don't sweat it, kiddo. I still got more senses than most."

Sam chuckles sheepishly, "Got it."

Pamela walks up to Anna, her tone friendly, "Hey, Anna. How are you? I'm Pamela."

Pamela take Anna's hands making her smile, "Hi."

"Dean told me what's been going on. I'm excited to help." The psychic nods.

"Oh. That's nice of you." Anna smiles.

Pamela tilts her head, "Oh, well, not really. Any chance I can dick over an angel, I'm taking it."

Anna's eyebrows furrow. "Why?" 

I give Pamela a sympathetic look, knowing Castiel is the one that blinded her. "They stole something from me." Pamela takes off her sunglasses, revealing completely white eyes, "Demon-y, I know. But they're just plastic. Good for business. Makes me look extra-psychic, don't you think?" Pamela laughs, "Now...how about you tell me what your deal is? Hmm? Don't you worry." Pamela wraps her arm around Anna's shoulders and leads her into the panic room.

We follow, save for Ruby of course. Anna lays on the bed, Pamela sitting in a chair next to her. Dean sits on the desk, Sam sits by the door while Ruby stands outside. I sit at the foot of the bed, watching as Pamela puts Anna under. 

"Nice and relaxed. Now, I'm going to count down from five to zero. When we're at zero, you'll be in a deep state of hypnosis. As I count down, just go deeper and deeper, okay? 5... 4... 3... 2... 1. Deep sleep. Deep sleep. Every muscle calm and relaxed. Can you hear me?" Pamela asks.

Anna lays there with her eyes closed, under hypnosis, "I can hear you."

"Now, Anna, tell me... How can you hear the angels? How did you work that spell?" Pamela interrogates gently.

"I don't know. I just did."

"Your father... What's his name?" 

Anna mumbles, "Rich Milton."

"All right. But I want you to look further back... When you were very young... Just a couple of years old."

The redhead's tone turns slightly fearful. "I don't want to."

"It'll be okay. Anna, just one look -- that's all we need."

Anna turns her head to the side, "No."

"What's your dad's name? Your real dad. Why is he angry at you?"

She gets restless, thrashing slightly. "No. No! No." Anna screams, "No!"

"Calm down."

"He's gonna kill me!" Anna yells.

"Anna, you're safe." Pamela says.

Anna arches off the bed, "No!" The bunker door slams shut, separating us from Ruby, and the lights explode, glass shattering above our heads. I flinch, my hands instinctively covering my head.

Pamela continues to try and comfort Anna, who's still screaming in absolute horror. Dean stands up, making his way over to her, concerned, "Anna?"

"Dean, don't." Pamela warns. Dean, of course, doesn't listen, getting backhanded by Anna and ending up across the room.

"Dean!" I call, standing up from the bed and making my way over to him, Sam and I helping him up.

Pamela stands from the chair, "Wake in 1, 2, 3, 4, 5."  Anna... Anna? You all right?"

Anna opens her eyes and sits up, "Thank you, Pamela. That helps a lot. I remember now."

"Remember what?" Sam asks.

"Who I am." She replies, looking up at Sam.

"I'll bite. Who are you?" I ask.

"I'm an angel."

~~~~~~~

After that ordeal, we moved up to the library upstairs, reuniting with Ruby.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not like the others." Anna says, pacing.

Ruby leans against the doorframe to the kitchen, "I don't find that very reassuring."

Pamela leans against the desk with the boys, "Neither do I."

Anna walks up to Dean, "So...Castiel, Uriel -- they're the ones that came for me?"

"You know them?" I ask, sitting on the couch.

"We were kind of in the same foxhole." She smiles softly.

Dean looks at her. "So, what, were they like your bosses or something?"

"Try the other way around."

"Look at you." Dean smiles, oh I know that look too well. He's interested in her for sure.

"But now they want to kill you?" Pamela asks.

"Orders are orders." Anna continues to pace, "I'm sure I have a death sentence on my head."

"Why?" Pamela crosses her arms.

"I disobeyed... which, for us, is about the worst thing you can do. I fell." Anna explains.

"Meaning?" Dean asks.

Pamela answers for her, "She fell to earth, became human."

Sam's eyebrows furrow, "Wait a minute. I don't understand. So, angels can just become human?"

"It kind of hurts. Try cutting your kidney out with a butter knife. That kind of hurt. I ripped out my grace." Anna says.

Dean gives her a confused look, "Come again?"

"My grace. It's... energy. Hacked it out and fell. My mother, Amy, couldn't get pregnant. Always called me her little miracle. She had no idea how right she was." Anna paces again.

"So, you just forgot that you were God's little Power Ranger?" Dean asks.

"The older I got, the longer I was human, yeah." Anna leans against a bookshelf in the corner.

"I don't think you all appreciate how completely screwed we are." Ruby interrupts.

Anna nods, "Ruby's right. Heaven wants me dead."

"And Hell just wants her. A flesh-and-blood angel that you can question, torture, that bleeds. Sister, you're the Stanley Cup. And sooner or later, Heaven or Hell, they're gonna find you."

"I know. And that's why I'm gonna get it back." Anna says.

"What?" I ask.

"My grace."

"You can do that?" Dean raises an eyebrow at the newfound angel.

Anna nods again, "If I can find it."

"So, what, you're just gonna take some divine bong hit, and, shazam, you're Roma Downey?" 

"Something like that." Anna says.

"All right. I like this plan. So, where's this grace of yours?" Dean asks.

She shakes her head, "Lost track. I was falling about 10,000 miles per hour at the time."

"Wait. You mean falling, like, literally?" Sam questions this time.

Anna nods once more, "Yes."

"Like the way a human eye can see? Like a comet, maybe, or a meteor?"

"Why do you ask?" Anna tilts her head.

~~~~~~~

I walk up to Anna as she leans against one of Bobby's junk cars. She turns her head towards me, then back up at the night sky, "Pamela get home okay?"

"Yeah. She said she was sorry. It's just after last time, she, uh... This is just a little too rich for her blood." I say, hopping up on the trunk and sitting on it.

"I don't blame her. You guys should do the same." Anna replies.

"Well, we're not that smart. Can I ask you something?" I wait for Anna to nod, "Why am I bound to Castiel? Is it some stupid divine gene pool I'm supposed to add to?"

Anna shakes her head and chuckles, "God handcrafted your soul to compliment Castiel's grace. Soulmates, platonically or romantically. Then before your soul was given it's first body, God plucked some of Castiel's grace, putting it with your soul, and vice versa. So he almost always knows where you are, if you're injured, how you're feeling." She pauses for a moment, looking at her feet, "And no. It's against divine law for angel's to reproduce. Especially with humans. It's part of the reason I fell, now I can choose who I want to be with. Castiel can't, not truly."

Well now I feel guilty, "That's another question. Why would you fall? Why would you want to be one of us?"

She looks back up at me, "You don't mean that."

"I don't? A bunch of -- of miserable bastards... Eating, crapping, confused, afraid."

"I don't know. There's loyalty... forgiveness... love." Anna says.

"Pain." I retort.

"Chocolate cake."

"Periods."

"Sex."

I huff out a laugh, "Yeah, you got me there."

"I mean it. Every emotion, (Y/N), even the bad ones... It's why I fell. It's why... why I'd give anything not to have to go back. Anything."

"Feelings are overrated, if you ask me." I shrug.

"Beats being an angel."

My eyebrows furrow, "How's that possible? You guys are powerful and perfect. You don't doubt yourselves or God or anything."

Anna looks at me, "Perfect... Like a marble statue. Cold... no choice... only obedience. (Y/N), do you know how many angels have actually seen God? Seen his face?"

"All of you?"

Anna shakes her head. "Four angels. Four. And I'm not one of them. And neither is Castiel." 

"That's it? Well, then how do you even know that there is a God?" I ask.

"We have to take it on faith... Which we're killed if we don't have." She takes a breath, "I was stationed on earth 2,000 years. Just... watching... silent... invisible... out on the road... sick for home... waiting on orders from an unknowable father I can't begin to understand. So don't tell me that --"

I chuckle slightly, making her ask, "What is so funny? What?"

"Nothing. Sorry. It's just...I can relate, kinda. Being with the Winchesters so long I saw the boys do the same with their dad." I explain.

"Hey." Sam calls from behind us.

Anna and I turn around to face him, "Did you find something?" I ask.

Sam nods, "I think so."

~~~~~~~

"Union, Kentucky. Found some accounts of a local miracle." Sam says, pointing to a circle on a map.

"Yeah?" I ask.

"Yeah. In '85, there was an empty field outside of town. Six months later, there was a full-grown oak. They say it looks a century old at least." Sam explains.

"Anna, what do you think?" Dean looks up at the angel.

Anna's voice sounds hopeful, "The grace. Where it hit, it could have done something like that, easy."

"So grace ground zero -- it's not destruction. It's..." Dean trails off.

"Pure creation."

~~~~~~~

Dean's driving the Impala down the road at night, Sam is in the passenger seat as always. I sit in the backseat, in the middle, squished between Anna and Ruby. Dean looks in the rear view mirror and laughs.

"What?" Ruby asks. I furrow my eyebrows, knowing where this is going.

Dean smirks, "Nothing. It's just an angel, a hunter and a demon riding in the backseat. It's like the setup to a bad joke... or a Penthouse Forum letter."

"Dude... Reality... Porn." Sam says.

"You call this reality?" Dean asks.

~~~~~~~

The sun had come back up by the time we get there, the five of us walking  up to the massive oak tree. "It's beautiful." I mumble.

"It's where the grace touched down. I can feel it." Anna nods.

"You ready to do this?" Dean asks.

"Not really." Anna leads the way as we walk up to the base of the tree.

"Anna, what are we even looking for?" Sam asks.

Anna puts her hand on the tree trunk, "It doesn't matter. It's not here. Not anymore. Someone took it." 

Of fucking course.

~~~~~~~

At an abandoned barn we are trying to come up with a new plan, Anna is zoned out, I'm assuming listening to the angels.

"We still got the hex bags. I say we head back to the panic room." Dean says.

"What, forever?" Ruby asks incredulously.

"I agree with Ruby, we can't just live in there." I shrug, crossing my arms over my chest.

"I'm just thinking out loud!" Dean yells, squaring up to Ruby.

"Oh, you call that thinking?" Ruby challenges.

Sam walks up to the two, separating them, "Hey! Hey, hey, hey. Stop it."

"Anna's grace is gone. You understand? She can't angel up. She can't protect us. We can't fight Heaven and Hell. One side maybe, but not both. Not at once." Ruby yells until Anna interrupts.

"Um... guys? The angels are talking again."

"What are they saying?' I ask.

"It's weird... Like a recording... a loop. It says, 'Dean Winchester gives us Anna by midnight, or...'" She trails off.

"Or what?" Dean asks.

"'...or we hurl him back to damnation.'"

Sam takes a couple steps forward, "Anna.. Do you know of any weapon that works on an angel?"

I tense up, not liking the thought of us having to kill Castiel. Anna looks at him, "To what? To kill them?" Sam nods. Anna shakes her head, "Nothing we could get to... Not right now."

"Okay, wait, wait. I say we call Bobby. We get him back from hedonism." Dean says.

Sam's voice raises, "Dean, what's he gonna tell us that we don't already know?"

"I don't know, but we got to think of something!" Dean replies, his volume increasing to match Sam's.

~~~~~~~

I open my eyes, sitting up and looking around. A sea of flowers surround me, different colors or petals everywhere. I stand up as I see the familiar trenchcoat and coal black wings a few feet away, "Cas? Where are we?"

He turns around, looking at me apologetically, "In your dream. You fell asleep."

"So what? You're here to tell me to give you Anna so you can kill her? Or you throw my brother back in Hell?" I cross my arms, shifting my weight to my right leg.

He takes a step forward, "I...don't want to have to do that, not to Dean. Not to you. But orders are orders."

I shake my head, "I know that you caring about me isn't exactly your choice, because you angels can't have any free fucking will, but if you do actually care, you'll let her go."

"I do care about you, (Y/N). And not because that's how my Father's divine plan is playing out. I care because I want to care." He says sternly, taking another step forward. "I am fulfilling these orders because I want to." 

"You want to kill Anna because she wanted to feel something that wasn't forced upon her?"

His eyebrows furrow, "I want to because she rebelled."

My blood boils, looking at him with hatred, "Damn you. Damn you, and damn your fucking Father too."

~~~~~~~

"I don't know, man. Where's Ruby?" I hear Sam's voice. I crack open my eyes, looking as Dean shrugs.

"Hey, she's your Hell buddy." He takes a sip from his flask as I sit up. 

Anna walks up to him, "Little early for that, isn't it?"

"It's 2 a.m. somewhere."

"You okay?" She asks.

"Yeah, of course." Dean nods. 

The wind howls outside and the barn doors burst open, Castiel and Uriel walking in, the doors slamming shut behind them. Sam puts his arm out in front of Anna and I, keeping us behind him and Dean.

"Hello, Anna. It's good to see you." Castiel says.

"How? How did you find us?" Sam asks before looking at his brother, "Dean?"

I look up at Dean in shock and disbelief, "You didn't..."

Dean looks at Anna, "I'm sorry."

"Why?" I mumble. 

Anna looks at me, putting her hand on my shoulder, "Because they gave him a choice. They either kill me... or kill you. I know how their minds work." She wraps her arms around my shoulders in a hug, my arms going around her waist. "Thank you, for being my friend." She whispers.

She pulls away from me, going over and giving Dean a kiss. Castiel looks guiltily, at them and then at me. Anna whispers to Dean, "You did the best you could. I forgive you." She walks up in front of the boys and I, "Okay. No more tricks. No more running. I'm ready."

"I'm sorry." Castiel says, his voice monotone.

"No. You're not. Not really. You don't know the feeling." Anna says bitterly.

Castiel's voice gets softer, "Still, we have a history. It's just --"

Anna interrupts him, "Orders are orders. I know. Just make it quick."

"Don't you touch a hair on that poor girl's head." A voice says behind me. The boys, Anna and I turn around quickly, seeing Alastair and two other demons holding onto a bleeding Ruby. Dean pulls me to the side, following Sam and Anna. Alastair drops Ruby, who scrambles away, as Uriel takes a couple steps forward. Castiel watches Dean pull me aside, a grateful look on his face.

"How dare you come in this room... you pussing sore?" Uriel insults Alastair.

"Name-calling. That hurt my feelings... You sanctimonious, fanatical prick." The demon retorts.

"Turn around and walk away now." Castiel demands.

"Sure. Just give us the girl. We'll make sure she gets punished good and proper." Alastair nods once.

"You know who we are and what we will do." Castiel takes a few steps forward, now shoulder to shoulder with Uriel. "I won't say it again. Leave now... or we lay you to waste."

Alastair smirks, "Think I'll take my chances."

Uriel pushes one demon into a beam, elbowing the other in the face. Castiel punches Alastair twice and then uppercuts him before trying to exorcise him. "Sorry, kiddo. Why don't you go run to daddy?" The demon taunts, pushing Castiel's arms away and knocking him to the floor. Alastair grabs him by the throat as Uriel exorcises one of the other demons. I give Castiel a worried glance as Alastair begins to exorcise him.. "Potestas inferna, me confirma. Potestas inferna, me confirma. Potestas inferma, me confirma!"

I look down, seeing a crowbar. I grab it and swing at Alastair like I'm hitting a baseball, making him let go of Castiel, "Get the hell away from him!"

I stand over Castiel protectively, crowbar still raised in case I needed to swing again. Alastair stands up, rubbing his head, "(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N)... come to save your little damsel in distress."

Alastair sticks his hand out towards Dean, Sam and I, his powers causing us immediate pain, "Oh Dean, you had so much promise." Sam collapses against a couple haybales, Dean next to him. I grunt and hit the ground next to Castiel, who is looking at me with concern.

"No!" Uriel yells, and I hear a smashing sound. I look up weakly, seeing a white light flowing into Anna's mouth. She falls to her knees, shouting, "Shut your eyes!" She gets to her feet, "Shut your eyes!" 

I feel hands grab my shoulders, yanking me back until my face is buried in their chest, one of their hands on the back of my head, the other on my waist. I hear Anna shout one more time, "Shut your eyes!" Then I hear her scream and a gust of wind blows my hair around, rustling my clothes as well.

When the hand lets go of my head I look up, my nose almost touching Castiel's. I glance around, Alastair gone, the pain leaving with him. Anna is gone too. Castiel had his back turned to where Anna was, using himself as a shield for me. Castiel helps me to my feet before walking over to Uriel. Dean picks up Ruby's knife that Alastair had, "Well, what are you guys waiting for? Go get Anna. Unless, of course, you're scared."

I glance at Castiel, who is staring at me, and I mouth to him, 'thank you.' He gives me a small nod and a hint of a hint of a smile. Uriel takes a step towards us, "This isn't over."

Castiel puts his hand on Uriel's shoulder, stopping him from advancing. "Oh, it looks over to me, junkless." Dean retorts. With a flap of wings they're both gone. Ruby gets up and stumbles over.

"You okay?" Sam asks her.

"Not so much." Ruby pants softly.

"What took you so long to get here?" Dean questions.

"Sorry I'm late with the demon delivery. I was only being tortured." Ruby replies sarcastically.

"I got to hand it to you, Sammy. Bringing them all together all at once -- angels and demons. It was a damn good plan." I smile softly.

Sam tilts his head, "Yeah, well, when you got Godzilla and Mothra on your ass, best to get out of their way and let them fight."

"Yeah, now you're just bragging." Dean says.

"So, I guess she's some big-time angel now, huh? She must be happy... Wherever she is." Sam comments.

I sigh softly, "I doubt it."

~~~~~~~

Sam and I sit on the hood of the Impala, Dean standing on the other side of Sam, all of us holding beers.

"I can't believe we made it out of there." Dean says.

I laugh softly, "Again." The three of us clink our beer bottles together before we all take a sip.

Dean speaks after a moment of silence, "I know you heard him." 

"Who?" Sam asks.

Dean licks his lips nervously, "Alastair. What he said... about how I had promise."

"We heard him." Sam confirms.

"You're not curious?" Dean asks.

Sam shakes his head, "Dean, I'm damn curious. But you're not talking about Hell, and I'm not pushing."

Dean takes a swig of his beer, staying silent for a moment before speaking again, "It wasn't four months, you know."

My eyebrows furrow as Sam asks, "What?"

"It was four months up here, but down there... I don't know. Time's different. It was more like 40 years." Dean informs.

"Oh my God." I mutter, my voice full of sympathy.

Dean recalls his memories, staring off distantly, "They, uh... They sliced and carved and tore at me in ways that you... Until there was nothing left. And then, suddenly... I would be whole again... like magic... just so they could start in all over. And Alastair... at the end of every day... every one... he would come over. And he would make me an offer. To take me off the rack... if I put souls on... if I started the torturing. And every day, I told him to stick it where the sun shines. For 30 years, I told him." His voice breaks slightly, "But then I couldn't do it anymore, Sammy. I couldn't. And I got off that rack. God help me, I got right off it, and I started ripping them apart. I lost count of how many souls." A tear falls down his face, his bottom lip trembling. "The -- the things that I did to them." 

I tear up with him, hopping off the hood of the car and wrapping my arms around his neck. Sam looks like he's about to cry too, "Dean... Dean, look, you held out for 30 years. That's longer than anyone would have."

Dean wraps his arms around me, still crying, "How I feel... This... inside me... I wish I couldn't feel anything, Sammy. I wish I couldn't feel a damn thing."

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Without stopping to explain, her optics snapped open and immediately used her arm which was previously leaning against the ship to reach out to her audio receptors by putting her two left digits to activate her communication link.

"Arcee to base. I need a GroundBridge ASAP!" The midnight blue and Blush pink bot immediately requested but it was seen in Edelgard and Darkus' eyes as an urgent demand that needed to be answered right away, while turning her back from Jack and gazing at the distance with a grave look on her face.

The GroundBridge was a portal that could get them out of this forest to any other place on the planet in an instant, and right now Arcee wanted to be anywhere but here.

Jack waved his arms, struggling to get her attention. "W-wait. Why- what's wrong? Whose ship is this?"

"Tell us what we are dealing with." Edelgard demanded as Darkus looked around. Whoever was on board that ship was clearly a past acquaintance of Arcee's but not in a positive way.

Arcee ignored them, and tried the comm- link again. "Base, do you read me?" she repeated but only to receive static. 

"Scrap! Com-link's dead!" She said as she whirled around and threw her arm in frustration as her call didn't reach Ratchet or anyone. 

"This ship's got to be transmitting a high- frequency scrambler pulse." She needed to get far enough away from the ship to send her message.

She started to walk off into the forest and Jack followed quickly, pressing her for more information. "Arcee, you're kind of freaking me out here!"

But Arcee wasn't ready to answer any questions. "Wait here!"she ordered sternly as she was staring straight ahead, her optics narrowed at a particular spot she then walked to it . She stopped to examine some scratch marks between two trees. Beyond them, a swath of broken branches formed a trail that led off into the forest. Something had been through here. Something big, kneeling down on one knee to examine the tracks with her digits running through them slightly she noticed small holes in them and it dawned on her there was no mistaking it,her concrete clue confirmed her worse fears, it was the one whom she thought she would see her again!.

"What's with her?" Jack wondered in worry about how Arcee seems more distant than she usually is. 

Expecting an answer to come out of Edelgard surprisingly she said nothing, as he turned around only to not find her, which made him feel panicked. 

Edelgard left discreetly to go, near the ramp that Arcee previously walked and entered it without Jack's knowledge, was proceeding inside it by moving wearily and carefully so that she would not trigger any kind of failsafe or booby trap that was wired on the entrance in case of an intruder daring to loot from it or steal the ship itself. 

"Are you certain that it is wise for you to venture inside a Cybertronian ship? We do not know what might be lurking in it and the least you could have done is to tell Jackson you are going in" Darkus cautioned as he couldn't help but feel nothing but danger despite not seeing the inside. 

"Lighten up will you? I do not think he will let me, besides I bet he would tell on me to his 'protector' which would have not helped, that aside I am aware of the possibilities and the reason why I am infiltrating it in the first place is to find the scrambler that is creating the jamming zone and by destroying it, the communication links will no longer be going static." Edelgard assured knowing what she is doing, sometimes Darkus can sound like Optimus without even noticing it. 

"While it is brilliant in theory, how do you suggest to put it in practice? You do not possess knowledge on how this Interspace Vessel operates, and examining wires and rummaging through scrap metal will lead nowhere" 

She said nothing as she raised her gloved hand and on command electric blue-green lines in shape of circuits glowed in response to her calling and spread out from her hand to her forearm, which made Darkus raising his eyebrows and his mouth went ajar for in that moment he felt like a complete idiot. 

"My mistake, it slipped my mind that you can converse with contraptions"  Darkus apologized as he sincerely forgot that she can use Technopathy. 

 "Thank you for the vote of confidence, now to find the main panel of this black ship and get the cuss out of here"  Edelgard decreed as she finally made it inside only to look at a sight unseen... 

Meanwhile outside the ship

Jack was still looking for Edelgard left and right, he couldn't believe how fast she was at vanishing without a word he has seen how good, but never thought that she is more than good he kept searching for her but to no avail. 

Just as he was about to shout Arcee's name or at least Edelgard's he heard footsteps behind, he whirled around only to see the missing person walking towards a tree leaning against it, she said nothing but could hear her shallow breathing for some reason, but what he could not see was her eyes wide with its pupils dilated, her entire body in that moment was stiffening up in place.

"Edelgard? Where you've been? Edelgard?..." Jack asked but wasn't getting any reaction or response from her. 

"Edelgard! Snap out of it! You need to find Arcee! And quick! " Darkus echoed in her mind, waking her up from her frozen state which made her shake her head and standing up straight knowing that he is right, she turned to a confused Jack. 

"There is no time for idle chatter, we need to find your guardian and figure out what course of action we need to take next" Edelgard decreed as she went walking ahead of him without sparring a single glance at his direction, while Jack could only see her retreating form, he couldn't see her hands trembling uncontrollably underneath the long sleeve of her coat.

Knowing that she was right he caught up with and stopped as she did, she stopped which made Jack do the same as followed her gaze and saw Arcee crouching on one knee frozen in place, entranced to the point she didn't acknowledge their presence nor seem to have the slightest awareness of it. 

Suddenly for Arcee whose optics were wide in horror was flooded with painful memories from the war on Cybertron again, memories that were even more vivid than the ones from before...

She remembered being hung from the ceiling in glowing blue stasis cuffs trying to pry them off her with struggling grunts just as she stopped, she heard strut steps, as a shadowy figure with six arms and two legs scuttled slowly towards her.... She felt her mouthplate and optics quivering with fear as she stared at a glowing silhouette in the darkness... 

She recalled the moment where she was flinching away trying to get her head far from her captor as a sharp metal claw secreted with an unknown green substance extended towards her... As she shouted a painful "NO" 

Jack could see that his friend was in distress as her optics still widening in terror with its pupils shrinking. "Arcee!"he yelled in desperation, and the shout brought the Autobot back into the present as she flinched at the hand that was on her armplate as she blinked upon awakening from her limbo state she briefly looked at Jack and Edelgard.

She instantly changed into vehicle mode, turning into a sleek blue motorbike. She revved her engines impatiently. "Climb on! And Edelgard on the back!" she ordered.

Still frustrated that she hadn't told him what was going on, Jack put on his motorbike helmet and climbed onto Arcee's back whereas Edelgard without a word had her hands grabbing the bars of her back cowel. He barely had time to grab onto the handlebars before she shot off through the trees at incredible speed.

As they held on for their dear lives, Jack wondered why they seemed to be riding away from both the spaceship and the tracks leading from it. Whatever had landed here, Arcee wanted to get away from it as quickly as possible.

He squinted against the wind and tried to see where they were headed, before realizing that they were driving straight towards a wide chasm! Edelgard could see it too as her grip got tighter because she knew if she didn't she will fall off easily. 

"Arcee?" Jack warned but it fell on deaf audio receptors. 

"Arcee! Woah"called Jack nervously, but she didn't seem to hear him. She accelerated directly towards the edge and Jack screamed as they flew over the chasm and landed on the other side with a bump, before skidding to a stop.

Edelgard was the first one to climb off, as she felt her legs were about to buckle and give out, luckily she managed to find her balance, but wasn't too thrilled about the drive. 

"Whoa! You drive like a maniac! A real public hazard!" Edelgard exclaimed aggravated by the speed that almost caused her to fall off her seat. 

Jack climbed off immediately." she's right! Was that really necessary?"he complained, but Arcee was trying the comm-link again.

"Arcee to base... Scrap!" They'd driven quite a way from the ship, but there was still no signal. It seemed that whatever was happening, she would have to face it by herself as she rolled ahead.

Jack was angry that Arcee was shutting him out. If he was going to be her partner, then he needed to know what was going on. "Look, I've seen danger before, so what's the big problem?" Arcee ignored him. "Wait here,"she said sternly as she adjusted her front wheel similar to an arm akimbo to stop them from following. "I mean it this time!" 

Jack couldn't believe what he was hearing. "First you shut me out and now you're ditching me? I thought I was your partner! At least let her have your back covered she is armed." As he gestured to Edelgard who was standing behind him still unresponsive. 

"It won't be enough!!! A couple of bullets and a scratch is not gonna do any damage to her, she can't come, she will stay here" Arcee disagreed as she was still in her motorcycle form, her tone alone conveyed desperation which immediately caught Edelgard and Darkus' ear on how she is trying to have the last word and how she is not convinced that the Dark Blond can't help at all. 

Arcee switched back into robot mode and stood up tall her shadow looming over Jack and Edelgard as to make her point she displayed a neutral yet firm face as she leaned over them. "No, Jack, you're a kid! You're only here because this was supposed to be a 'no risk' mission. Got it? And she had to be brought her because it was an order."

Without waiting to hear his or the forest green eyed girl responses,Arcee changed into vehicle mode again and sped back towards the chasm, jumping it easily and facing on into the trees. Jack was furious. He and Arcee had faced many dangers together since they had met. True, he didn't have any special powers and he wasn't made of metal, but he had helped the Autobots in their battles against the Decepticons. He deserved the right to be treated as a partner, but how could he help Arcee if she kept shutting him out?

Well, he wasn't going to just sit here and wait for her to come and collect him. She might need his help, whether she wanted it or not!

"She has to do a better job if she wants to outlie a professional liar detector" Edelgard telepathically remarked to Darkus who in instance answered back. 

"Are you going to take pursuit with Jackson here? Are you certain you can?" Darkus questioned as he knew something that she was hiding but he hoped it will not hold her back. 

"Do I have a choice? Believe me if I had I would not follow him and Sarah Connors, but the last thing I want is to be scolded to the point of making me humiliated and shameful when I return to the Outpost, but since he has no defence against danger I am obligated to fill that role of protector, I am fortunate enough to know it is temporary." Edelgard confessed as much as she hates it unlike her Jack lacked any means of self defense, also she knew Arcee is lying and is withholding information that she could have shared that would spare the drama and the facade that she was putting on, she then perked up to see Jack about to go down the chasm. 

"Where do you think you are going? Get back up I have another way to get across without climbing." Edelgard suggested he was about to say something but couldn't get the words out he climbed back up and approached her as she beckoned to him to come closer. 

"Really what is it?" Jack queries as he was waiting for her to execute her plan. 

She didn't a word as she grabbed him by the scruff of his shirt and found himself screaming as he was tossed across the other side where Arcee drove off after she left them.

"Seriously?! You had to throw me?! Couldn't you just made a bridge out of rocks so we can safely walk across?!" Jack deadpanned as he stood back up and dusted himself from the dirt that caught his clothes.

"You would have said no and also do you want me to give you an early trip to your fall?" Edelgard retorted as she threw her rifle on the  as she took a step back to get momentum, she walked quickly which turned into a sprint as she backfliped and jumped on the other side landing safely,which made Jack look in astonishment at how performed it reminded him of one of Sierra's performances which impressed him, as she went to retrieve her rifle which she strapped it back on her shoulder.

"Are you going to gawk or are going to walk?" She said quickly, to snap him out of his reverie. 

"Y-yeah right"Jack stammered as he saw her walk away from him instead of with him. 

"Well, go ahead without me there is something I need to take care of" Edelgard 

"W-w-wait, what's so important than finding Arcee?" Jack questioned not understanding why is it crucial for her to do something that doesn't have anything related to his goal. 

"I will tell you later but unless you do not want to lose her hot trail threads before it gets cold I strongly advice pursuit" Edelgard argued as she advaces onwar, without saying a

"Okay... But hurry and be careful" Jack cautioned, which made the girl glance in her shoulder and nod, which surprised him as he expected a snarky comeback but not a confirmation, he was thinking why she sounded so quiet than usual? And why the sudden change in attitude?. 

"Now to start what I could not do earlier"  Edelgard declares as she stood near the ramp once again. 

"Are you steeled sufficiently to carry on to initiate the plan? When we went inside you were..."  Darkus chided only to be interrupted. ​​

​​​​​​" I think I could... We will do it this time no more distractions" Edelgard said with determination yet her usual strong voice seems to carry a quivering tone in it. 

"You think you could but your words sing a different song, listen if you do not wish to enter then let me do it in your stead, I will take charge with your permission if so you choose"  Darkus noticed, as he requested permission from Edelgard to use his power on her temporarily, knowing that he will take no for an answer. ​​​

"Do it... All my powers are yours to command, I need a moment to recuperate from that... That..." Confirmed the maiden which made Darkus smile at her cooperation. 

"At ease now Edelgard... Sleep I will lead but not for too long, I am aware that using my overshadowing powers will drain you, I will make haste" Darkus comforted as she felt falling asleep closing her eyes for a moment, before snapping them open revealing obsidian pupils that overlapped her dark green forest eyes and start entering the ship once again to destroy the scrambler, for they have not when they went inside for the first time. 

Arcee sped through the forest as the sun was starting to set. She felt a little guilty about leaving Jack and Edelgard behind, but she knew it was for their own good. What she was about to face was something so terrible that she wanted them as far away from it as possible.

She skidded to a halt when she spotted the trail of broken branches leading away from the spaceship. She switched into robot mode leaning back slightly to get a better view narrowing her eyes, she raised her blaster arm ready to fight, and followed the trail through the trees.

As she walked she glanced left and right and with spun around with her blaster in front expecting a sneak attack but there was none, a strange glow caught her eye. A broken tree stump was sizzling and covered with a slimy substance that gave off a ghostly yellow greenish glow. In a flash, she remembered where she had seen the acidic ooze before...

​​Years ago, when the Civil War was still being waged on Cybertron, Arcee in her Cybertronian form which was a four pink and white wheeled car before redesigning herself into a motorcycle had run for her life through a landscape ravaged by war. Explosions echoed all around her. Laser shots rebounded off the rubble and dust filled the air. There was no time to move covertly, she just needed to get out of there as quickly as she could.

Arcee's true form before she redesigned it

"Arcee to Delta Team!" she yelled into her comm-link. "Requesting rendezvous coordinates. Do you copy? "

The voice of her Autobot partner, Tailgate,crackled over the comm-link. " Arcee! Are you lost again? Your sense of direction could use some improvement." 

Arcee smiled in spite of herself. "So did or could your aim, Tailgate. If you'd tagged that sniper back at the artillery depot, I wouldn't have had to break ranks and engage the enemy hand-to-hand."

The warmth in Tailgate's voice told Arcee that he was just glad to hear she was alive. "From the sound of things, I'm guessing you came out ahead?" he asked as he realized that Arcee made it out safely.

"Try waiting for me this time and I'll give you a blow-by-blow account,"she replied with her blaster ready just in case as she looked around the area." What's your position?"

"I'm about half a klick from the depot, due north. Think you can find it, partner?" Tailgate challenged knowing that she would accept it. 

"Trust me, Tailgate, my navigation skills and abilities are-"She didn't get to finish the sentence. A web- like net flew out of the darkness and caught her square in the chest, carrying her with it as it pounded into a wall! The net was sticky, and strands of it stuck her firmly to the wall as she grunted from the impact, leaving her unable to move.

Something large with bright shiny purple eyes came at her out of the night. It raised a weapon and fired more of the sticky web at her face, blocking out her vision and knocking her unconscious.

She awoke later in some kind of underground bunker. She could tell that she wasn't injured too badly, but her arms were pinned above her head in stasis cuffs, and more of the sticky web was holding her legs firmly in position. She peered into the darkness and tried to work out where she was and was struggling to get out of the cuffs but every time she did that she panted and grunted in exhaustion.

A mocking voice called out from somewhere behind her as Arcee kept trying but to no avail , "If you want my piece of advice, you'll make yourself comfortable." 

A dark shadow appeared from the back of the room. It was a spider-like Decepticon, with six long arms held up high and two shorter legs that allowed it to walk upright. It smiled a sickening smile at her. "You're going to be here a while."

The Decepticon reached forward with one of its spindly arms, stretching out a sharp claw on its end, which scratched a shallow wound on Arcee's face. The scratch itself didn't hurt too much, but then it started to burn with some sort of acidic poison that was sizzling and she wearily saw ghostly yellow smoke emanating from her scratch as her head fell wearly...

Arcee whose eyes and mouthplate were still wide in shock looked down at the yellow smoke rising from the tree stump. As she had feared, her old enemy, Airachnid, had landed on Earth. The stump was still smoking, so Arcee knew she must have passed by quite recently...

Meanwhile with Jack

After a few hours of searching, Jack decided to take a break so that he will be able to continue, currently he was eating his now heated freeze-dried macaroni and cheese to fill his stomach that growled few minutes ago, his mother used to say that no one can work on a empty belly, which is true.

Now that he felt full, he was able to relax a little since now he can carry onward with his search for Arcee, his mind still asks the question on why she ditched him in the forest, after he went through with his friends she should at least trust him a little as he became familiar with danger, he never seen that kind of shut down from her before, except when she lost Cliffjumper but now seems to get better because she had the others lookout for her and remind her that she was never alone. 

Whenever he gets the chance he managed to ask her questions about what her life was like on Cybertron before she came to Earth, she was shocked the first time she heard him, because to her Raf was the smart one who would usually do the asking when it came to Cybertronian matters.

Nonetheless she indulged his curiosity by telling her a bit of herself, he learned that she used to be a police officer for law enforcements before the war started, she had a superior named Prowl who is an Autobot like her and worked alongside Flareup a two-wheeler Autobot like her who proved to be a good partner for her as they teamed up in many different cases to solve.

He also learned that Arcee wasn't always a motorcycle she used to be a car like Bumblebee, Bulkhead, Ironhide and Ratchet are, and that her paint job used to be white and pink instead of the blue and pink he sees now, the moment she asked about why she changed to a motorbike, she stopped right there, refusing to answer that query of his... He figured that she had a hidden reason behind it so he didn't pry further as he knew she needed time to recuperate from her loss and hopefully when she is ready she can answer him and most importantly he will wait for her.

Right now he is still waiting for Edelgard's return, she left him for unknown reasons that she refused to disclose about,but by the time she gets here, he could at least have someone armed to watch his back.

@blade-liger-4ever @escapistsatellite @mk-wizard What do you think?

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February 26:

On this date in 2002, ...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead released their third album, Source Tags & Codes.

On this date in 2016, Oranssi Pazuzu released their fourth album, Värähtelijä.

And,

On the 26th of February, 2021, Neil Young & Crazy Horse delivered Way Down in the Rust Bucket, their archival live album.

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First listen.

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Growing Divide (feat. Britt Daniel)

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...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead, "It Was There That I Saw You"

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Record #925: ...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead - Source Tags & Codes (2002)

In the summer of 2005, my high school band played a show in a dude’s parents’ garage (that dude is now a member of the excellent band JAGALCHI). In between bands, a song was playing that gave the same sort of frantic post-hardcore as At the Drive-In. I was transfixed and asked what it was. The answer was a band called …And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead. A couple years later, I stumbled…

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...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead - Let It Dive