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xoxo-teddybear · 4 years ago

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Just Stay - Bakugou Katsuki - pt.2

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, cursing

Summary: it’s been almost 2 years since the breakup and Bakugou refuses to move. No matter how many times people tell him it’s time, he ignores them because he knows he’ll run into you again. And he was right all along.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Pt.1 Pt.2

Almost 2 years. About 24 months. Around 104 weeks, 730 days, 17520 hours, or 63,072,000 seconds. And every second of everyday, you run through Bakugou’s mind.

Memories of the two of you always pass through him and he always smile at the good ones. But as time went on, he realized he really wasn’t the same person anymore. Especially not to Y/N. In the beginning, he was hopelessly devoted to you and he craved to be around you. He always wanted what was best for you until he realized in the end he grew selfish. He stopped caring about your needs, neglecting you, and just assumed you’d stay because you still loved him the same way he did you. He was wrong though, and the horrible day of your split arrived.

After you left his house that day, Bakugou remained in the same place for hours. He stood there and cried with his back facing the front door, and when his legs grew tired, he fell to the ground and continued to cry.

Everybody thought he would move on but he didn’t. He still held onto hope. So for 2 years, Bakugou worked to fix himself just for you. He went to therapy to work on his excessive anger, he stopped going out as much with his friends and worked around the house to improve his home skills to help you out when you would return, and he even went as far as to get a lil dog for himself to learn to be a little more loving and compassionate.

His name was Bomber. He was a Pomeranian.

During those 2 years..it’s like you disappeared. Bakugou, and none of your friends, saw sight or heard word of you. Some people thought you moved, some thought the worst had possibly happened. But Bakugou was still going strong. If something was wrong, he would’ve felt it in his heart, but his hope was still going strong. He knew you were out there.

And he was right. For the past 2 years you’ve lived...everywhere! You never stayed in one place for too long in fear of someone from your life may get word of you being around. You’ve lived in the beautiful islands of the Caribbean all the way to the blissful cities in Paris. You’ve been all around the world and you’ve enjoyed all the sights, but you were getting tired of not really having friends and spending so much money. You missed Japan. The food, the culture, the songs, the celebration. The people. And so you decided it was time for you to head back.

You moved back home about a month ago and you made sure none of your old friends would hear about you. You wanted to settle for a little bit before interacting with the people who were a huge part of your old life and you enjoyed the quite peaceful nature. After some time, you decided it was okay to meet up with your old friends, but instead of going out and looking for them, you waited to see what destiny brought you, and now the moment has come.

You sat in the old park you used to love being in when you lived in Japan. It was spring time and the cherry blossoms were out as they covered the trail you made for yourself when you came here. In the past, you found a hidden area of the park forest that seemed...magical. There was a crystal blue lake that were filled with Lilly pads, lotuses, and koi fish. The sunlight hit perfectly on the patch of land, and dusted it with a golden honey scheme. The cherry blossom trees surrounded the place along with tall pines that reached the clouds. The cute little creatures that lived in the secluded area included bunnies, fawns, beautiful birds, and adorable foxes.

It’s been so long since you’ve been here. The last time you even stepped foot into this park was when you were with..Bakugou. But even then, the last time you went with him was about 4 months before your breakup. He was the only person you ever told about this spot and you both had so many memories here. You weren’t gonna lie, you missed him, but you didn’t know who he was now. As the 2 years past, Bakugou has gone through your mind a couple times, and you smiled towards the sky as you wondered what he’s like nowadays. If he’s any different than the last time you saw him. You really wished nothing but the best for the man you love.

Every once in awhile, Bakugou would step into the hidden sanctuary that Y/N showed him. He enjoyed going there to get away from his reality and thoughts of Y/N always came to him when he entered that special place. This time, his imagination seemed really strong because he felt like he was staring at the real deal.

He looked ahead and leaning against the tallest cherry tree was the beautiful goddess herself, Y/N L/N. She held her cool expression as she held a cute little bunny and her golden jewelry sparkled in the sunlight that hit her body perfectly. She truly did look like a goddess.

Bakugou smiled as he saw you, but he quickly shook it off as he realized there was no way it was possible. He then chose to walk to the spot, hoping that the image of you would just disappear, but he also hoped that you were real. He snuck up on you from behind but you were smarter than that. Once he got close enough you walked to the other side of the tree, out of his line of vision and went into stealth mode as you quickly used your quirk to be seated on a high branch. Bakugou saw you walk and disappear so he sighed as he “realized” you were just his imagination. However, when he finally settled and looked out beyond the valley, you jumped down to surprise him. You hopped off the branch, grabbed Bakugou and spun you both around so that you were laying against the tree and he was facing you.

“Long time no see, Bakugou,” you said with a little break in your voice as you spoke with such a “cool girl tone.” You held a sassy smile as you stared at him with all the confidence radiating off your body. Bakugou just looked at you in shock. His mouth hung open as his wide eyes traveled all around you to make sure you were real. He shook a little as he stared at you and soon his tears began to pool at his eyes.

“Hey, hey, hey. You don’t gotta cry, it’s okay,” you said with a concerned smile. You wiped a stray tear that fell from his ruby eyes with your thumb and you felt heat rise to his cheeks as he leaned into your palm. “....Bakugou?....Are you- woah!”

Without warning, he quickly grabbed you and pulled you in by the waist to give you a hug. He held you tight as you were shocked but you smiled against his chest and held him too. He cried on your shoulder and after some time he finally spoke.

“I’ve missed you so much Y/N.”

“.....I’ve missed you too Katsuki.”

—

“Where have you been?” He asked as you both were seated on the grass. You and Bakugou both held onto each other for awhile as Bakugou cried his heart out like a big baby. You finally settled him and you both were sitting next to each other laying against the tree as you both sat on the grass.

“I’ve been everywhere!” You laughed out, “I’ve went to the states and hung out in L.A and Hawaii, took some time in New York and hung out in Florida. I then went to the Caribbean and partied in the Dominican Republic, and I even traveled to Europe and stayed in Paris for a bit. I’ve been all over the world traveling and finding me again.”

“You seem happy about that,” Bakugou said as he looked at you with loving eyes and a small smile that only you could ever bring out.

“I am. Ever since...um...you know...I’ve been a little lost. I lost myself and I missed the old me. My trips and alone time brought out the old me again and I’ve been feeling so much more alive,” you sighed as you settled, “but I’ve missed my roots. I’ve missed Japan and the people.....I’ve missed you too Katsuki.” You said with kind eyes as you smiled at him causing him to blush immensely.

You both remained silent as you guys enjoyed the sounds of spring. You felt the breeze blow in your hair as the warm sun comforted you. Soon, you felt Bakugou’s hand slowly touch yours. You knew he was scared to go and do anything else, but you openly welcomed his touch and he clearly became less tense.

“So...what have you been up to while I was away?” You calmly asked. You noticed Bakugou’s hesitation and deep breath before he spoke.

“I’ve been....I’ve been trying to better myself for you.” Your brows raised and eyes opened up a little wider. For the past 2 years, he’s been trying to better himself...just for you. “I’ve gone to therapy for my anger, stop going out as much, learned to do more around the house...even got a little dog to learn to be a little more compassionate.”

“Ouu! What kind?” You excitedly asked. He chuckled at your cute aura and answered your question.

“Cute little Pomeranian named bomber,” he admitted.

“No way! Cuteeee!” You squealed and Bakugou just laughed at you once again. How cute. As you thought about everything he said, your smile dropped a little into a little lip curl. A silence came over the two of you before you spoke again.

“You...you did all that for me?”

“Mhm. I wanna prove to you that I can change. That I have changed. ....I’m not telling you this to get you to come back to me..I want you to come on your own choice but I want you to know if you do decide to come back, that I’ve become better.” He explained.

You smiled and hummed to yourself in happiness. Your cheeks dusted with warmth as you smiled so much it hurt.

“Why don’t you show me how much you’ve changed Katsuki?” You offered.

“What?”

“Hehe, let’s start over. I don’t know if you’re still down for anything...but I’ve missed you over the past 2 years and I remember you saying that if a certain ‘goddess’ wanted to come back..you’d be waiting with open arms...” you looked at him and he gave an open smile that held more disbelief and happiness than excitement.

“Can we try again Suki?” You quietly asked, but Bakugou stood and picked you up. He pulled you up by your arms and pulled you even higher which caused you to jump and wrap your legs around him. You laughed out in excitement as he held you like that and rested his head in the crook of your neck.

“I should be on my hands and knees asking you that, princess.” He softly said with a broken voice but it was clear he was letting out tears of joy. You wrapped your arms around his neck even tighter as his hold on you never faltered. He started sniffling and you pulled him out of your neck as you wiped his tears.

“Suki! Stop crying,” you giggled, “this is supposed to be a happen moment.”

“Shut up! I don’t cry!” He said with a flushed face as he looked to the side but still holding you. You raised your brow at him and he only nervously laughed as he placed you down. He stuck out his hand for you to grab onto but you placed it down and wrapped your arms around his. You pecked his cheek and leaned on him as he smiled down at you. This was the moment he’s been waiting for. His princess finally came back to him. Everyone told him to move on but he knew better. If he did, he would’ve never been here right now with you again. And this time, he would make sure you’d stay.

“Suki?”

“Yes princess?”

“.......Can we go see Bomber?”

“Heh...whatever your heart desires.”

A/N: STAWWWPPP YALL THIS WAS SO BAD BUT IT WAS SO RUSHED! IM TRYNA HURRY CUZ I HAVE ANOTHER PART 2 TO WORK ON, I HAVE TO START ON THE NEXT PART OF MY SERIES AND I HAVE SO MUCH WORK TO DOOOOO😭😭😭 IM SO PISSED AT MYSELF BRO THIS COULDVE BEEN SO MUCH BETTER!!! BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED WHATEVER U COULD CUBS! See u next time! 😭💗🧸

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justimajin · 4 years ago

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Til Death Do Us Part ♜ Pt.10 [M]

➟ Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

➟ Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

↳ (4.2k), Arranged Marriage AU

➟ Summary: If someone told you that you’d be marrying the Kim Namjoon, you would think you were being lied to, or worse, that you were hallucinating. However, fate seems to have it’s own ways of making the impossible possible and before you even know it, the title of Mrs. Kim is bestowed onto you. There’s just one problem: you’re not sure if Kim Namjoon is the person he says he is and the truth of your own identity is dangling by the strength of a mere thread.

➟ Warnings: 18+ rating: unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, body insecurity (result of physical markings), slight body worship, hints of sexual tension

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➟ Previous Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

➟ Last Update: Friday, February 19

The moment your eyes catch onto a patch of black hair within the crowd, you freeze in place.

Jung Hoseok appears just as you remember him. Lips tugged up into a playful smile, mischief dancing in his eyes and adorned in a black suit that easily conceals away any weaponry he stows away. Despite his traits, the sleek material fails to hide the circles lining his twinkling eyes, his posture sunken and suit appearing oversized as if he had lost some weight with time.

You decipher his appearance within seconds, and when your observant eyes snap over to Namjoon, you already know he’s done the same.

The two of you stay stationed in the corner, afar from the crowd. Jimin stands off to the corner opposite you as Seokjin darts his eyes around, taking careful steps towards the shareholder before he decides to engage with him.

There’s a whimsical expression on Seokjin’s features that mimics Hoseok, hands curved around a glass of champagne that he raises.

“Jung Hoseok.” He counters, “I haven’t seen you around in quite some time.”

Hoseok turns, a crease in between the brows from the sudden call of his name, but once his eyes come into contact with Seokjin’s, his regular demeanor shifts back.

“Since you know my name along with my record, why don’t you tell me where you know me from?”

Seokjin smiles, “You’re one of Kim Namjoon’s shareholders, right?”

There’s a glint in Hoseok’s eyes and his grin immediately falls, something that has Seokjin’s eyes narrowing, before it abruptly returns.

“I am.”

Seokjin hums, “It was just a question, no need to get so surprised.” He leans forward, eyes hardening as his voice drops into a whisper, “Unless, there is some reason for you to be….”

Hoseok grits his teeth, looking away for a moment. His disdain is heavy and he glares at Seokjin, who slyly smiles back.

“What do you know?”

A light chuckle leaves Seokjin, “I think the question you should be asking is, what do I not know?”

He reaches into the inner pocket of his suit, revealing a creased piece of paper that he hands to Hoseok. The latter tilts his head, unfolding the sheet that reveals a photograph.

Hoseok’s eyes widen, “If you need to recall the memory, his name is Kim Minhyuk.” Seokjin sips his champagne as he whispers, eyeing the shareholder, “Strange for someone of your status to be interacting with someone that has been known to get his hands dirty for the right price, don’t you think?”

The paper is instantly crumbled within his hands, and Hoseok snarls at him, “How much?”

Seokjin glances at him intrigued, “What? Money?” He snorts, “Oh, it’s going to take much more to silence me.”

Hoseok fists up his jacket, “Listen here‒”

“I wouldn’t ruin the suit, it was fairly costly for what it was worth.” Seokjin gestures to his hold and Hoseok let's go in annoyance.

“Who are you working for?”

A smirk spreads across Seokjin’s features.

“Turn around.”

The sound of a deep voice from behind Hoseok startles him, and as he does as he’s told, all the colour instantly drains from his features.

Namjoon tilts his head to the side, piercing eyes scrutinizing the shareholder.

Immediately, an excuse tumbles out. “N-Namjoon! I-I didn’t think you would be here….”

“Of course you didn’t,” He smirks, “I’m alive after all.”

If Hoseok was scared before, he was downright terrified now.

Namjoon steps forward, and Hoseok bolts.

Seokjin whips his head around and Jimin immediately leaves his corner, running after him. Hoseok pushes past protesting guests without any qualms, sprinting into one of the hallways as Jimin pursues him.

“This way!” Jimin hastily shouts. His brows suddenly contort with surprise, but then he curses underneath his breath as Hoseok slips from his sight, completely disappearing.

Namjoon hurriedly rushes forward a bit late, peering in both directions.

“Where is he?” Seokjin wonders and Jimin rubs his temples, squinting in the direction.

“There was a woman.” He abruptly whispers, glancing at the two, “I saw them together before her and Hoseok split apart into different paths.”

“A woman?” Seokjin wonders.

“I know.” Jimin muses, “She looked young, but I wasn’t too sure.”

“So he wasn’t choosing to run away, but instead ran to someone…” Seokjin slowly utters, shaking his head, “Whatever it is, we have to find him.”

“Don’t worry.” Namjoon states, a twinkle in his dark eyes, “He won’t get too far.”

***

Hoseok runs as fast as he can, sweat beginning to trickle down his features. He peers behind himself, acclaiming himself of at least getting away in time.

Abruptly, he’s sent flying towards the ground. His hands barely break his fall, harshly slamming right against it.

The sound of a trigger cocking alerts him, and right as he glances up, the sight of a gun pointed towards his head.

You stare down at him with a triumphant expression.

Hoseok grits his teeth, a sound of dismay leaving him. You reach down, grabbing onto his hands before securing them behind his back.

You soon catch sight of Seokjin from afar and you usher towards him as Namjoon and Jimin follow behind.

As Seokjin helps you lift him from the ground, his eyes are frantically darting around, as if searching for something.

“What wrong?” Seokjin wonders, “Lose something?”

Hoseok sneers, “Like I’ll tell you anything.”

Seokjin smiles, tightening his hold, “We’ll see how long you can keep that up.”

Night falls as Namjoon paces back and forth in the hallway, fiddling around with the hem of his sleeve. The door to his right abruptly widens, a tired Seokjin emerging out.

He instantly steps forward and Seokjin sighs, “He kept true to his word.”

Namjoon raises his eyebrows, “He’s not talking?”

Seokjin hums, “A lot more stubborn than I gave him credit for.” He gestures towards the door, “Jimin’s still there with hopes of getting something out, but he’s holding onto everything as if his life is on the line.”

“That’s odd,” He whispers, “If being threatened to force out information isn’t horrible enough, I wonder what is…”

“I agree, it seemed like he had a lot to tell me before, but now…” Seokjin shakes his head, “Maybe he thinks we’ll hesitate in killing him.”

There’s a sharp glint in Namjoon’s eyes, “Have you told him otherwise?”

Seokjin snorts, “No, but he isn’t wrong.” He adds, “We do need him to tell us about his connections.”

Namjoon hums and the door cranks open again as Jimin emerges out. Both him and Seokjin turn at the same time, glancing at the man’s distressed appearance.

“Nothing so far,” He huffs for a moment, before staring at the two of them peculiarly, “But he said one thing that’s been bothering me a lot.”

“What?” Seokjin wonders.

Jimin stands up straighter, bafflement crossing him.

“He said we’re fools for thinking that he’s the one pulling the strings.”

Seokjin scrunches up his nose and Namjoon cocks his head to the side, clearly as perplexed as Jimin from the saying.

“That’s it?” Namjoon asks.

Jimin sighs, “That’s it.”

“Well, this just got a lot more damn complicated.” Seokjin shakes his head, before gesturing to Jimin, “Take a break, I’ll have to spend a couple more hours with him to get something else out.”

Jimin nods, fatigued from the demanding interactions.

Once Jimin leaves, Namjoon’s voice drops into a whisper, “We’re fools for thinking he’s the one pulling the strings….”

Seokjin narrows his eyes and lets out a sigh, mind still swimming with the response. “As if suggesting that he’s innocent….”

“Maybe it's the woman.” Namjoon’s eyes snap up as Seokjin reminds him, “Hoseok’s first instinct was to run to her.”

He nods, “Though I don’t think we can trust him on this, he could be trying to cover himself up. Or someone else, for that matter.”

Namjoon hums, fingers pressed against his lips as he dwells deeper into thought. Seokjin leans over, patting his back and his eyes peer up at him.

“Why don’t you go get some rest? This whole fiasco won’t be figured out until he talks and that...might take a while.”

He gestures to the gun sticking out from his jacket and Namjoon lets out a frustrated sigh from the notion.

“Are you sure you don’t need any help?” He wonders.

Seokjin softly shakes his head, “He’ll talk with the right persuasion, trust me. And besides….”

There’s a small smirk lingering on Seokjin’s lips, playfulness practically twinkling in his eyes. He points upward, gesturing to the upper floor.

“Y/N actually left a couple of minutes ago.”

At the mere mention of your name, there’s a flush that scatters over Namjoon, skin nearly akin to being feverish. Seokjin’s smile widens, restraining a small laugh that seeks to slip out of his mouth.

“I-Is that so?” Namjoon mumbles, his eyes darting everywhere. When they connect with Seokjin’s, he sheepishly laughs, “I, uh‒ suppose you’re right.”

Seokjin hums, but he can’t conceal the amused smile that crosses him.

Bidding his friend good luck, Namjoon gyrates around, promptly heading to his room as fast as he can.

***

Namjoon’s eyes are glued to the sight of the door.

He’s reached his room, pupils having traced the outlines and shape of the wood, handle practically right in front of him ‒ but he remains planted in place, as if someone had poured lead into his shoes.

His hand reaches up, rubbing against his temples as a sigh leaves him.

The last time you were in a room together he could barely control himself. And this time, standing right in front of your shared room’s door, he knows that control is on the edge of completely shattering.

Squeezing his eyes shut for a moment, he peers at the door again and takes a deep breath.

His hand reaches out for the handle.

He quietly walks in, hastily ensuring the door is fully closed before saying anything. Turning around, there’s a soft smile on his lips, warmth brimming in his eyes.

“Y/N, I‒”

His breath instantly hitches, form completely freezing.

Your startled eyes snap up in an instant. There’s drops of water falling from the strands of your hair onto the damp carpet, one of your hands resting against the wall next to a small door to your left. Your other hand is tightly fisting the material of the long towel that covers your form, struggling to keep it in place.

At the sight of Namjoon gawking, you fumble with your words, “N-Namjoon….I-I didn’t think you would be back s-so soon…”

A light chuckle leaves you, a fevernet shade of scarlet taking over your features. He continues to stare at you, and you break into a fit of rambles to explain the situation.

“I-I’ve been having a hard time bathing!” You laugh again, “So I tried to quickly wash up before bed, but it’s been difficult….moving around and whatnot…”

Your eyes are fixated on the ground, barely able to meet his own through your explanation. It feels like an eternity until Namjoon finally clears his throat, the sound of his footsteps growing louder.

He’s a mere inches away from you, outstretching his arm, “Let me help you.”

Nothing seems to leave your lips at the suggestion. You hastily nod, still unable to make eye contact as you reach out and grasp onto his sleeve. However the moment you do so, you unfortunately can’t stop to take notice of the way one of his hands slips behind you to steady your back.

A sudden rush of heat is brought upon on you and you internally curse yourself for being so flustered in his presence. On the other hand, Namjoon tenses when you lean against him, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard.

He gently guides you towards the bathroom again, carefully waiting as you struggle with the occasional steps and fumble around with the towel clinging to your body. Not paying enough attention to your surroundings results in you taking one step too close, nearly toppling down until a weight stops you.

Your eyes glance up in surprise at Namjoon, who managed to shift himself before you were sent smacking against the ground. You wouldn’t normally hesitate to thank him for the gesture, but his eyes immediately connect with yours and the words can’t seem to form anymore.

The warmth in his eyes disappears within seconds and is replaced with the carnal gaze you’ve become far too familiar with. You’re only a handful of inches away from him, his breath intermingling with yours the longer you stare at each other.

Namjoon doesn’t hesitate to close the gap between you this time, arms looping around your waist in an instant.

A burst of electricity tingles through your skin, his soft lips molding ravenously against your own. You push back with just as much desire, fiercely kissing him as your hands fist the material of his jacket.

It’s not long before that jacket is being pushed off his shoulders completely and your back hits against the wall, a gasp escaping from your lips until his mouth crashes against yours, tongue slipping in within seconds.

A deep moan leaves Namjoon when you loop your arms around his neck, fingers weaving into the soft strands before tugging against them. You’re abruptly being lifted up from the waist, lips still connected to his until you’re suddenly falling down, hands finding purchase within the soft material of your bed.

Namjoon remains underneath you when you lean down to kiss him again, strands of your damp hair ticking his features and soaking through the fabric of his shirt. Your hands eagerly fumble around with his tie, growing exasperated within minutes when it refuses to come undone despite all your tugging. You can feel Namjoon smiling into your kiss, knowing that he’s holding back a laugh from your efforts.

A desperate whine leaves you and that’s when he makes the decision to halt his teasing, spinning you around so that he hovers above you. He roughly tugs at the material and the sound of a harsh snap leaves your eyes widening, before he leans down to press a soft kiss against your lips.

He aids you in hastily undoing his buttons, letting a chuckle slip out when an exhale of relief leaves you from the last one. The material easily slips off his shoulders and although you’re eager to finally have flesh, you have to try your hardest to control your gawking eyes.

To your complete surprise, your hands come into contact with muscle when you run your hands against him, noticing the bulkiness of his arms and chest. As if he knows he’s rendered you speechless, Namjoon coaxes your surprise by briefly connecting your lips, before descending to the juncture of your neck.

A mewl nearly leaves you at the hot open mouthed kisses he leaves behind, serving to stroke the heat that pools between your legs. When his thumbs begin to move against the rough material of your towel, his carnal eyes snap up to meet yours, silently asking for your wishes to continue.

Although you nervously bite down on your lip, you ultimately decide to answer him with a nod. With one flick of his wrist, the cloth is tossed onto the ground, leaving you completely bare beneath him.

At the sight of confusion spurring in Namjoon’s eyes, you sheepishly look away. You’re not completely sure of what he was expecting, but from the way his brows are drawn together and there’s a pang of hurt in his eyes, you can tell he’s at a loss for words.

Even though you know you’ve been through a lot, your body takes it sweet time to heal. There’s still a wound healing from the time you were shot from Taehyung and obscene injuries littering the entirety of your legs from the time you were kidnapped. It’s coupled with a handful of clumsily sewn together old bullet wounds, long having engraved themselves into your skin from the past.

Namjoon takes it in for a moment, but when you fidget underneath his gaze, he leans closer to you.

“No, don’t.” He stops your hand from sliding over, attempting to cover up a piece of reality you had become uncomfortably close to, “Please, don’t, I‒”

He softly smiles, leaning down to whisper to you, “You’re beautiful. You’re so, so beautiful.”

A smile cracks onto your lips and although you’re aware that he’s called you beautiful before, there’s something about the way he says it now that has your vision fogging. He presses his forehead against yours with a smile as you lightly laugh, pecking your lips hastily. Your body suddenly jolts in retaliation, eyes flickering over at him in astonishment.

He kisses against your legs, right where your prominent ones have recently surfaced, before he shifts to press his lips against all the other ones. It makes you squirmish within his hold, his touch bringing shivers down your spine.

Abruptly a sear of pleasure thrums through your body, vision going hazy. Namjoon’s hands roam around the swell of your breasts, before his fingers fondle the skin again and pinch against the eroding buds. You wither from his ministrations, sucking in a sharp inhale when he envelopes one of them within the heat of his mouth.

Bliss fills your veins, the gratifying sensation coiling need within the pit of your stomach and dampening your aching core. You shift against him, desperately needing some relief from the agonizing heat that only seems to grow.

“N-Namjoon...”

As if he already knows, his lips halt their ministrations before drawing all his attention to your seeping centre. His fingers are quick to swirl against the muscle, and when he notices you immediately shudder, he doesn’t hesitate to latch his mouth onto your clit.

“Oh my god‒” Your hands fervently grasp onto the bed sheets, eyes squeezing shut as he continues to circle his tongue against your sex. Moans are slipping out from your lips, your chest heaving as a sheen of sweat begins to cover you.

A sharp cry escapes you when he slips a finger into your heat, joining in with the rhythms of his mouth. Your thighs quiver against him as he adds another, abruptly curling up his digits in a way that completely blurs your vision and has his name tumbling from your lips.

The friction builds up until it’s too much, barely having the chance to tell him that you’re close to the brink of losing it all. The chord within you snaps before a wave of euphoria is washing over you, core pulsating and clenching around Namjoon’s fingers. Exhales are leaving you as your eyes focus back, your chest rising and falling.

You grimace as he slips his hand out, raising his head to softly brush his lips against yours. A content sigh leaves you, the taste of your residue lingering on his mouth.

Namjoon shifts for a moment, and from the corner of your eye you see him beginning to unbutton his trousers. He kicks the flimsy material away and settles himself between your thighs, his throbbing length pressing against your skin.

He rests his elbows on either side of you, his gaze intent as he pants, “Do you....do you want this?”

“Yes,” You breathe out, and Namjoon nods, before reaching down to align himself with your centre. His head probes at your opening for a moment, until he begins to push inside.

You immediately grip onto his shoulders, nails digging right in. Namjoon peers up at you in hesitation, but you shake your head and encourage him to continue.

He goes as slow as possible, the stretch eliciting beads of pain to shoot through you. When he bottoms out, you’re surprised you haven’t been split at the seams. He lets out a groan, eyes screwing shut as he rests his head against your neck.

Small huffs are leaving you as the pain contorts into something else, a scorching heat that only intensifies as your core clenches.

Your hands tighten around his shoulders, “Namjoon, move.”

He glances up in surprise, but doesn’t take long to fulfill your request. A sharp thrust has you gasping, grasping onto him as it contorts into a wanton moan. Your reaction urges him on more as he thrusts into you again, earning a breathy call of his name to slip from your lips.

Namjoon quickens his pace, before he’s slamming into you with as much vigor as he can. Your back is arching, attempting to meet the strong jerk is his hips half-way. His thrusts are a mixture of deep and aggressive, feverishly quenching the insatiable hunger that consumes you.

Your name falls from his lips when you begin to clench against him, and he instantly reaches towards where your bodies are connected, circling against the sensitive bud that draws tears to your eyes.

“Namjoon.” You choke out, pleasure threatening to eat you alive. Your pleas of his name are muffled by his lips, his thrusts and ministrations growing his strength. In the midst of this, he whispers against your mouth, your hazy eyes instantly connecting.

If it weren’t for the proximity, you would have easily missed it.

I love you.

“I-I love you, too.” You pant, his brows contorting as he lets out a groan.

Your release rips through you, legs wrapping against him and battered core clenching against Namjoon’s hasty thrusts. Your vision blurs out, electricity humming through your form until it fizzles out.

Namjoon roughly thrusts against you one last time before he’s coming, his seed coating your damp walls and dripping out of your opening. He collapses against your gasping form, his breaths intermingling with yours through the silence.

You reach out, softly running a hand against his soaked back before tangling your fingers within his dampened locks. He tilts his head to the side, pressing a soft kiss against your cheek and then leaning back.

He carefully slips out of you, a mixture of your combined releases leaking out of your core. He rises from the bed as you lay there, returning with a moist cloth that he gently taps against your swollen core.

The blanket is tugged up as Namjoon settles in, warmth already surrounding you from his embrace alone. A lazy smile curves on his lips, his features mirroring your content expression as you welcome sleep with open arms.

Namjoon is awoken with a gentle shake to his shoulder.

His eyes briefly flutter, refusing to open as a sound of protest leaves him. His shoulder is shaken again, but this time it’s rougher.

“Namjoon…” Your voice whispers from behind him, “Namjoon, please wake up.”

There’s a sense of urgency in your words and it’s the single thing that causes Namjoon to roll over, his eyes squinting through the lack of lighting. You hover above him, hair still tousled and the blanket covering you slipping from your shoulders, but your eyes frantically search his features.

“Y/N…” He croaks, voice husky from sleep, “What is it...?”

You bite down nervously on your lip and Namjoon’s confusion only deepens.

“I-I….I think I saw someone.” You profess, “Outside.”

At that, Namjoon’s eyes flash open. He bolts upright, leaning towards you and directing his gaze towards the window.

“Through there?” He points and you immediately nod, watching him scramble out of the sheets and pacing over to the glass.

You closely follow behind, peering over his shoulder, “It was almost like a shadow...I thought I was hearing things at first but then I just saw‒”

As if on cue, his eyes catch onto it. Like a faint blur in the darkness of the night sky, his pupils narrow onto the faint movement.

He spins around, orbs coming into contact with yours. “We need to know who that is.”

You nod, swiveling around and then walking towards the bedroom cupboards for some clothes. By the time you manage to find a nightgown, Namjoon already has his trousers on, hands rummaging around for his shirt.

He slips his arms through it as you adjust your straps, concerned eyes peering at you as he hurriedly does the buttons. You glance up, meeting his gaze with a firm nod.

The door quietly creaks open as Namjoon gazes around, gesturing with his hand for you to follow him. The pair of you descend down the stairs carefully, eyes racking around for any sight of movement.

There’s absolutely nothing ‒ an eerie silence reigning over the house instead. It’s truthfully unsettling, and you find yourself unconsciously drifting over to Namjoon’s side, slipping your fingers within his.

Once you reach the front door, Namjoon tightens his grip on you. He slowly pushes against it, attempting not to wince at the gush of wind that spills in. As silent as it is inside the house, being outside doesn’t seem to help.

You and Namjoon instantly separate, searching around the area with the notion that either of you will alert the other from finding something. But no matter how much you peer around, even specifically searching in the region where your window was, there seems to be no one in sight.

The two of you return inside when it feels like your fingers and toes are prepared to fall off from the icy cold, confusion evident in your shared glance.

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Here is my second entry for @naruto-fantasy-week! Just like with my previous fanfic for Day One, I realized I had a lot of potential and ideas to explore with this prompt and story idea so one day, I’ll come back to this fic and expand on the premise even further. But man, I wish I was faster at writing and had more time to chug out the rest of my fanfics because I am running out of time and have five more to go. Let’s see if I can get them all done in time. XD

The title of this story derives from both the chorus lyrics and the song title “Demons Are a Girl’s Best Friend” by Powerwolf. I did scanned this fic for edits but I probably missed some errors.

Summary: Demons, monsters, they’re all the same when you live in a small, rural village always plagued with beasts, curses, and battles between magical creatures. Never in her life did Sakura expect to get pulled into the world of demons, thanks to the curiosity of a fox and tanuki demon. Naruto Fantasy Week, Day 2. Prompt: Monstrous. [Gaara x Sakura, Naruto x Sakura]

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Flashback

Thoughts

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“You have always wanted to caress every monster.”

— Friedrich Nietzsche

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There was a good reason why her village established a curfew at night and on certain days of the year they warned the locals not to venture away from the outskirts of the hamlet and wander into the damp, murky woods that hugged near the village’s perimeter, acting like an imposing wall to another world. Monsters, demons, they claimed, laid on the prowl, waiting for the chance to snatch up an unsuspecting, unfortunate soul who strayed too far from the village and wandered into the clustered, dark forest. Their warnings and cause for concern were not groundless, for people did mysteriously vanish or when traveling to another neighboring town, didn’t leave in time to make it before dusk settled and never returned home. Bandits was the common explanation but there had been cases reported by witnesses, stating they saw humanoid beings with claws, fangs, and animals ears and tails. Demons walked among mankind and they were always looking to steal some away and never bring them back.

Sakura had all these warnings and stories whirling in her brain as she sprinted through the winding, twisted path that would eventually lead her out of the dismal, haunting forest and back to the open fields of her helmet, where she’d surely be safe. She took a calculated risk in coming into the woods to scavenge for plants and herbs but a rare moss grew in these parts abundantly and her shishou needed them to treat the villagers. After a month of braving the secluded, verboten forest with no trouble, now, of all days, when their supply was running out thanks to a fever crippling the younger, more able-bodied folk with dizziness, hallucinations, extreme sweats, and lack of strength, she was spotted and now pursued by two demons. One fox demon and the other, a tanuki demon.

Sakura leapt over a gnarled tree root, gripping her basket firmly to prevent the contents from spilling out and making her covert trek to the woods all for naught. She refused to look behind her. Looking back would slow her down and speed was critical if she was going to survive this frightful encounter.

“Hey, hey you! Why are you running away from me?”

They’re just taunting me! They can’t know where I am!

Ducking underneath a branch, Sakura continued to race, increasing her pace even though her legs ached and her lungs heaved as if her whole chest was on fire. The sun was no longer peeking through the dense canopy and by now, she could hardly see what was in front of her. She had to be close to the outskirts of her town soon--she couldn’t be going in circles...was she?

That worrisome musing distracted Sakura momentarily from her mission, her feet still in motion but her eyes and mind were frozen in the sudden trepidation that in her fear of being spotted by some demons, she took a wrong turn and was horribly lost in these forsaken woods. She forgot to check her feet or look down at the ground, for a nearby tree branch snagged on the hem of her apron, startling her so badly her whole body twisted around from the shocking impact, one hand grasping her apron to tug it free. In doing so, Sakura failed to notice the enormous, thick tree root behind her and subsequently tripped backwards, the basket of herbs flying out of her grasp. Her collision with the bumpy, hard ground was agonizing and endless, her head throbbing and pounding like a hammer on the anvil and she tasted blood in her mouth. The back of her head felt wet and something sharp and jagged was jabbed up against her back. She tried wiggling her fingers and toes but was only greeted with a numbing sensation. Darkness swirled in her vision. She inhaled deep and instantly regretted it, her chest constricting and screeching at her to stop breathing while she hacked up some blood. As an apprentice to a knowledgeable, highly skilled and competent village doctor, Sakura deduced she was in horrible shape and if she didn’t get help soon, she would die.

I’m a dead woman either way. I’ll either bleed out or those two demons chasing me will finish the job.

Tears prick her eyelids and stubbornly, Sakura blinked them back, closing her eyes to alleviate herself from the vertigo that plagued her vision and head. Her trip wasn’t supposed to end like this, with her dying, alone and in pain, while her shishou anxiously waiting for her return with the herbs. She failed her mentor and everyone from her village. How long would it take for them to be courageous enough to explore the forest and discover her body? Or would the earth claim her corpse first?

“Please,” she croaked, ignoring the pain that came with every hagged breath. Tears flowed down her cheeks unchecked, her waning willpower couldn’t restrain them anymore. “Please, someone...help me. Save...my village. I’ll… I’ll do anything!”

A torrent of coughing prevented her from continuing, eyes clamped shut. But in the midst of her excruciating hacking, Sakura swore she heard a feminine, sinister but twinkling cackle. But given the amount of blood she had already lost and sustained a severe head injury, she had to imagine the foreboding noise. Yet the laughter, hallucinated or not, echoed in her head as her head lolled to its side, weariness reaching every part of her, as if a burdensome, cool pall coiled itself around her and held her tautly in its grasp.

“Sleep,” rang a voice that was not her own in her head. “Sleep, and let the two demons claim you. They will save you.”

Despite the pain, Sakura snorted but didn’t argue with the voice in her mind. After all, she was going to die so why waste her energy debating with herself?

“Sleep!” the unknown voice commanded again, this time sounding impatient and irked. Sakura’s consciousness slipped from her control and the last thought she had was this was finally the end and she only hoped someone from the village would at least find her basket and bring the plants back to her mentor to treat her ailing patients.

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When the relentless round of bickering reached Sakura’s ears as she slowly woke up, she thought she was back home, in bed, and the near-death experience she underwent in the demon woods was simply a vivid nightmare. Yet as she fought off the grogginess and slowly opened her eyes, the hope swelling within her crashed almost instantly with such a raging crescendo at the sight of the fox and tanuki demon arguing with each other. They were loud enough that she didn’t have to strain her ears to hear them.

“What do you mean, ‘your territory’? She was wandering on my land when I found her!” growled the fox demon, spiky blonde hair momentarily distracting Sakura with his outburst as he shook his head vigorously. His azuline eyes flashed with rage, pulling his lips back to reveal a sharp set of canine teeth.

No emotion registered on the tanuki demon’s pale visage or his aqua eyes, his scarlet hair remaining Sakura painfully of her own blood that she was hacking up not long ago. She felt sore, true, but nothing as horrible as the agony wracking her body when she lied motionlessly, in the woods that evening. Had these two demons healed her fatal injuries?

There was no one else but them who could have reached me in time. But how did they save me? And more importantly, why?

As she pondered these puzzling inquiries, Sakura carefully listened on to the demons’ bickering. Their argument involved her but for what?

The ruby haired tanuki demon sneered at the blond fox demon. Dismissal was the only impression marked on his features now. “Since when did your territory cross over into mine? The once mortal was gathering in my domain and therefore, she will be a part of my clan.”

Clan? Is that what they are yelling to each other about? Whose territory they found me in?

At least they didn’t plan on devouring her. After all, why go through all the trouble of healing and patching up your prey if your own goal was to eat it?

The golden haired demon’s ears twitched irately and the fox demon crossed his arms. His long, fluffy, gilded tail curled around the side of his left leg, looking so soft despite the anger charging through its owner. “Then why don’t we ask her ourselves?! I bet she’d rather stay with me than you, Gaara!”

Sakura froze as the tanuki demon–Gaara was his name–turned his attention towards her, teal eyes narrowing at her huddled form. Like Naruto, he too had ears and a tail, but his ears were more round and the tail shorter but seemed firmer. The fur on both the tanuki demon’s ears and tail was a tawny hue, with faint patches of black along the tail.

“Finally, a good idea on your end, Naruto. The once mortal is awake now.”

The mood on Naruto’s face immediately shifted to one of curiosity and excitement and he immediately dashed up to her before kneeling down by her feet. Up close, he had what seemed to be whiskers but they were flat across his cheeks and had the appearance of facial markings or tattoos. From his enthusiasm to the wide beam he was delivering her, this fox demon reminded Sakura more of a loving hound than a dangerous creature. Could she have been mistaken to believe they wanted to hurt her, or at least, this one? The chase could have been one giant misunderstanding–after all, they were talking about her in their domain so perhaps that’s why they were following her after she ran away? To warn her not to trespass into their territory again?

“I’m so happy to see you’re awake! My name is Naruto!” he introduced instantly, his tail brushing up against her leg. Its fur was just as downy as she imagined.

“I’m Sakura,” she answered, her throat dry as she rasped out her name. She turned to look at Gaara, who was busy boring a hole in the back of Naruto’s head with a venomous glower. “And your name is Gaara, right?”

The said demon jerked his head up and immediately pinned his uncompromising scrutiny on her. “You were listening to our conversation.” His words were a statement, not a question.

She nodded her head, figuring there was no point in lying. “Yes, but I would hardly call that a conversation. More like a heated argument.” She leaned forward, feeling some of her muscles groaning out in protest but at least she could feel her legs, hands, feet, and arms and every other limb attached to her. “But before I forget, thank you for saving me in the forest. I was critically wounded and thought I was going to die. But you two spared me and mended my body to practically brand new. I cannot thank you enough. She moved to get on her hands and knees to give them a proper bow, to demonstrate her thanks to such powerful beings but Naruto zapped his hands out to halt her movements. Bright sapphire eyes looked at her with concern and alarm.

“No, don’t move, Sakura-chan!” he pleased. “You still need to rest. It will take some time to adjust to your new body and—”

All warmth drained from her at his last few words, every part of her stiffening at his admission. Dread pooled in her stomach, seizing her by her throat and she recoiled from him, landing back on her rear. “What did you say?!” She nearly shrieked out, frantically glancing down at her hands and legs but seeing nothing different or out of place. Was the change elsewhere, like on her face or head? “‘New body’? What the hell does that mean?!”

Gaara hissed. Naruto’s eyes widened in horror at his slip.

“Uh, I didn’t mean that! I misspoke! What I actually meant to say was that your completely normal human body is fine and you don’t have to worry about it except for resting up and not overexerting yourself.” he quickly amended. He shot her an assuring her grin but soon dropped it after she narrowed her verdant eyes at him.

Gaara rolled his eyes at Naruto’s pitiable attempt to cover up his error. The damage had been down and now, the once mortal called Sakura would be panicking now. “Forget it, Naruto. She has to be told. Before she does something stupid, like run off and crash into a bunch of humans and scare them.” Now he was glaring at her, daring her to prove him wrong.

She cut him a fulminating glower of her own, refusing to be cowed or scared by the likes of him, even if he was a demon. By now, her fear of demons and what they could execute on humans had long since passed. “Tell me what?”

Naruto fidgeted uncomfortably prior to producing a hand mirror the size of a large mixing bowl and presented the item to her almost apologetically. “It’s easier for you to see than for us to explain to you. But Sakura...you have to understand, we had no choice. You were dying and this was the only method to save you.”

Her hands nearly trembled as she accepted the mirror but her grip on the hard, curved edges remained strong. As she steadily tilted the mirror’s surface to reflect her visage, her fingers dug anxiously into the metallic, intricate frame until her knuckles were pale as cream, refusing to let go as Sakura came face-to-face with the monster in the mirror.

Brilliant garnet, gold, emerald, and topaz feathers stuck out along her wide forehead like a crown, skimmed the bridge of her nose before disappearing completely. The same array of feathers poked out in tufts behind her short, pink hair, no doubt coming out from the upper section of her back. These same luxurious feathers coated at least half of her arms and when Sakura tried to shift around to see how far those feathers went, she caught one of her motionless wings out of the corner of her eye.

For Kami’s sake, I have wings now?!

Still unable to speak, Sakura reached out behind her and felt her fingertips brush up against the bend of her wing, the texture of the feathers firm, smooth, and silky soft. A little tingle jolted up her spine as she continued to touch or stroke her wings and reluctantly, she stopped. Wings were more sensitive than she realized.

“Sakura?” Naruto’s tentative, worried tone brought the said young woman out of her trance-like observation. His bright blue eyes looked utterly wretched and pleaful as their gazes crossed again that Sakura couldn’t find it in her heart to be so angry at him, even if this transmogrify changed her life forever, in a way she never expected nor was prepared for.

“Was my condition really that severe?” she asked quietly, first looking at him and then Gaara for confirmation. While Gaara tilted his head to the side and barely nodded, Naruto’s head bobbed up and down rigorously like an unstoppable ball.

“There was so much blood that Gaara had to be away from you at first--blood kind of excites him, you see,” Naruto quickly explained, unaware of Gaara scowling darkly at him or Sakura’s eyebrows rising high at this new information about one of her rescuers. “But he calmed down once I tried to heal your injuries or wake you up, but you were unresponsive. I think you might have broken a couple of bones but I couldn’t tell.”

“What we could tell was that your soul was faint and fading fast,” Gaara interjected, brushing past Naruto to take a seat next to Sakura. His tawny tail brushed up against her wings and Sakura suppressed an involuntary flutter that spread across her shoulders. “Naruto felt guilty that our chase led you to your demise and wanted to save your life by turning you into a demon, one of us.”

“What about you?” Sakura found herself asking, leveling her eyes with his, unafraid to confront and meet his seemingly intense scrutiny. Up close, she noticed black rings outlined his upper and lower eyelids, making him seem less imposing and more...cute?

Focus, Sakura! Now is not the time to be thinking like that!

“I agreed to help Naruto only to stop his blubbering,” he answered curtly, ignoring Naruto bristling and squawking with outrage at his blunt remark. He paused, cocking his head at her as if she suddenly became a fascinating creature to him. “But I must admit, I was rather curious to find a dying mortal being cradled by the branches and roots of the forest.”

Sakura’s jaw dropped at the last part of his admission. “Wait, what are you talking about? Before I passed out, I certainly didn’t see any trees coming to support me. Yes, it was getting dark out and yet—”

Yet she did hear a strange voice in her ears, echoing all over the forest while she was slowly dying but simply chalked the noise up to hallucination due to her blood loss. Perhaps she didn’t imagine those words at all and there was really a spirit of the woods watching over her.

Her realization must have dawned evidently on her face for Gaara sensed it immediately and narrowed his eyes at her.

“Yet what? What do you remember?” he demanded.

This time, Naruto was the one sending him a glare. “Calm down, Gaara! She just had a near death experience and has to adjust to being a demon now. Give her a break, will you?” Growling, Gaara turned his furiously at him and the two demons were about to dissolve into another snarling, bickering match if Sakura didn’t speak up.

“I heard a voice, while I was bleeding out.” Both their heads snapped back to her, completely focused on her and her alone. “I can’t remember everything but the woman or whoever the voice came from, told me to sleep a couple of times. And for me to let you two save me, I think.” Eyelids now closed shut, Sakura wracked her brain to think back on those terrifying moments, where she was battling to stay awake and in vain attempting to move when the voice first came to her. The voice definitely wanted her to not be awake when Naruto and Gaara found her but why? Was it because she needed rest for her injuries and the impending transformation and the spirit sensed that? If that random theory was true, then why would a spirit of the forest care about her?

Gaara and Naruto exchanged pensive looks. “That does sound like something Kaguya would do,” the fox demon pointed out, donning a wary expression. “I know she’s supposedly dead and all but maybe her spirit does live on in the trees of that forest. The Tadasu no Mori was known to be her favorite resting place.”

Unlike Naruto, Gaara’s visage was unreadable. “It’s possible. And when she was alive, she was known to transform human mortals into demons.”

Not wanting to be left in the dark about the spirit or woman who had some contribution in saving her life, Sakura chimed in, “Who is Kaguya? Was she a demon like you?”

Both of the demons nodded, their expressions completely somber. “She was one of the oldest of our kind but as the years dragged on, she became bitter towards both humans and demons alike and sought to bring about the destruction of this world and begin anew with her chosen few.”

Shocked, Sakura could only stare at them and nodded silently, wondering how her village and people elsewhere never learned about such a catastrophe. Humans had stories and warnings about demons but nothing about a tale regarding an embittered demoness who craved to incite the end of the world and start a new one. Naruto’s face softened as he continued.

“There was a long, bloody war between Kaguya and her allies versus those who opposed her. The humans that did get sucked into this conflict either perished or died soon after before they could pass along their memories of the war and fighting alongside demons as friends.”

“That or no one believed them and ruled their words as ‘outlandish tall tales’,” Gaara cut in sardonically. “But that’s besides the point. Kaguya was eventually slain in battle, her supporters either dead or capitulated. Her corpse was destroyed, the ashes scattered in Tadasu no Mori. If she is the voice you heard, then we’ll have to be more careful.”

Despite her head swimming with news that there had been a dangerous, secret war between demons and to an extent, humans, Sakura frowned at the cautious tone in Gaara’s voice. “‘We’?” she echoed. “Why do we need to be careful? Kaguya is dead and long gone now. Even if her spirit was with me in those woods, she couldn’t hurt us, could she?”

“No, but she still has loyal allies waiting in the shadows that survived the aftermath. Some have tried, albeit unsuccessfully, to revive her while others assay to continue what she started. And they would be quite intrigued with a human girl who was changed into a demon, a phoenix demon no less. Our whole kind would be. There hasn’t been a phoenix demon nor metamorphosis like yours in centuries.”

“But don’t worry!” Naruto chimed in cheerily, hoping to alleviate Sakura’s trepidation of how interested other demons would be in her. “Gaara and I will protect you! If you stay with us and our two clans, no demon can come along and snatch you up without starting a territory dispute. We can even show you how to use and train your powers as a demon!”

That offer definitely had merit and would certainly come in handy in this new world of demons and their own brand of politics and schemes. As touched as she was with Naruto’s vow of protection, she wanted to be able to better defend herself and learn what she was capable of in this new demon body of hers. The wings and feathers would still take some time to get used to.

“Weren’t you two arguing earlier about who I get to stay with though? Why the change of heart?” she said, a teasing edge in her voice.

Naruto’s cheeks flushed a vibrant vermilion, embarrassed as he sputtered and then mumbled up some excuses about ‘the strength of two is better than one’ and that ‘they didn’t know about Kaguya at the time’. Gaara remained po-faced through it all but his lips did curve up in a half-smirk. In the back of her mind, Sakura wondered what he’d look like if he fully smiled. Naruto’s features always lit up so infectiously when he beamed at her. He was like the sun.

“It’s okay, Naruto,” she interjected, reaching out to touch his hand and halting him in mid-rambling. “I understand. Thank you, both of you, for offering me shelter. Being a demon...it will take some time for me to get used to that. Especially since it seems I cannot go back home, right? Or am I wrong?” Deep down, she clinged to the absurd hope that maybe she’d be safe in the village, that while everyone would be flabbergasted or scandalized at her new form, they’d learn to accept her monstrous transmogrification and carry on with their day. But that vain hope flickered out and ebbed away like a small ember in the firesite when she witnessed the plaintive sympathy flashing in Naruto’s cerulean eyes or the disapproving expression overtaking Gaara’s pale features.

“No, you’re not wrong, Sakura-chan,” the fox demon admitted ruefully. “If you go back to your village...things can go poorly.”

“You will be killed or imprisoned. And I would slaughter the fools who harmed any part of you, down to a single hair on your head.” groused Gaara, arms crossed resolutely. Sakura didn’t doubt him. There was no way she would risk the village being subjugated to his wrath simply because she missed her home and wanted to reveal herself to those closest to her in hope they would understand and accept her. They might but that didn’t mean the neighbors would. There was a reason why some towns had trained demon hunters and while her hamlet didn’t have any professionals like that, the village leaders could easily request one of the nearby settlements to let them borrow some of theirs.

Her vibrant wings spread out, only a little for her feathery, colorful bends to be able to brush against her cheek, as if to comfort her. So much had betided to her in less than a day, even though time seemed to have stretched itself for weeks. “You don’t have to worry about me sneaking off to go back to my village,” she replied dejectedly, reaching to card her fingers through the differing layers of feathers her wings seemed to have. She couldn’t mull about what she lost besides her humanity.

And shishou must be worried sick by now since I haven’t returned back to her clinic yet…

Eyes widening in remembrance, Sakura snapped her head over to her basket of herbs, relieved to still see it lying there, untouched. She didn’t imagine its existence after all!

“Demons can cast illusions and shapeshift, can’t they?” she queried abruptly, startling both Naruto and Gaara with her out of the blue question. Their eyes watched her as she twisted around to pluck the basket up from the ground and cradled it in her arms.

“Yeah, fox demons like me excel at both those abilities,” admitted Naruto proudly. He then elbowed his fellow demon playfully. “Gaara over here can cast a glamor but it won’t last as long as my illusions. Why do you ask, Sakura-chan?”

All right, this idea of mine just might work. I simply need to get both of them to agree with my request, Gaara in particular. He might not like what I have to say.

Toying with a stray piece of straw from the basket’s handle, Sakura replayed the words in her head one more time before voicing what was on her mind. “I know we already discussed me returning home is a terrible idea for me but my village needs these plants I gathered for them earlier. If you two use your illusions and glamor, the three of us could safely enter my village without issue. When I find my shishou, I deliver the plants to her, and once we say our farewells, we’ll leave.” The pinkette looked down at her basket, the source that landed her into this new life of hers. “It will be too risky and dangerous for me to go alone so I figured if the three of us go, there shouldn’t be any problems.”

Frowning, Gaara opened his mouth, probably to object, but Naruto quickly cut over him to exclaim, “Of course we’ll help you, Sakura-chan! It’s the least we can do.” He tilted his head at Gaara expectantly prior to adding, “Right, Gaara?”

The said demon cursed profusely, continuing to frown irately even as he agreed with Naruto to accompany her to the village but warned her he wouldn’t tolerate any delays or side-trips.

“Just give your teacher those herbs and we leave immediately,” Gaara had told her flatly before he cast a glamor over himself to appear normal, like an ordinary human while Naruto’s illusion cloaked both him and Sakura.

“Don’t worry, you’ll have time to say goodbye to your teacher,” he whispered as he weaved the illusion over them, winking conspiratorially at her. “You ready?”

She nodded firmly. “Yes. Let’s go.”

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They ended up staying in her village a little bit longer than Gaara wanted but he suffered in silence, uttering nothing to anyone when Sakura embraced her shishou and presented the long awaited herbs, apologizing for the wait. Like Naruto, the tanuki demon remained close by Sakura’s side, his eyes observing every little movement, a sentinel ready to turn into a vicious warrior if there was any hint of Sakura being threatened. Tsunade, Sakura’s mentor and mother figure, merely raised her eyes at the two strangers but didn’t comment on their presence at first. She directed her attention back to her apprentice, relieved to see her safe and sound after all this time but was simultaneously puzzled when Sakura announced she had to depart the village and didn’t know when she’d be coming back.

“But Sakura, I don’t understand. What do you mean you’re leaving?” Her honey brown eyes moved from her apprentice to Naruto and Gaara, suspicion etched on her features. While Gaara stoically glared right back at her, Naruto at least attempted to act congenial by beaming toothily and waving awkwardly at Tsunade. “Do these boys have anything to do with this peculiar decision of yours?”

Sort of. But it’s complicated.

Instead, Sakura answered, “It’s a long story, shishou, but they helped me. And right now, I just can’t stay here any more, not for a while.” Or ever.

However, she kept that dismal line of thought to herself, stowing it in the darkest recesses of her mind because she didn’t want contemplate the possibility that this could be the last time she’d ever behold her teacher again, the only person who truly cared about her dreams and desires and offered her an apprenticeship in medicine. And if Tsunade believed there was a chance she’d see her apprentice again, then she might be more accepting in letting Sakura go with Gaara and Naruto with minimal fuss.

Even though the urge to tell Tsunade the truth, to break down in her arms and sob that she was no longer human and wouldn’t be welcomed anymore by the people who once thanked her for treating their wounds and ailments, fiercely chewed her up minute by minute, clawing at her to cave in. Instead, she steeled herself against Tsunade’s observant scrutiny and dug her fingertips into her besmirched apron, thankfully only covered in dirt and grass stains and not her own blood.

Tsunade regarded her carefully, her gaze never wavering for at least thirty seconds or so until she let out a heavy sigh and her shoulders sagged. “I know what it was like and what I craved for when I was your age so I won’t press you, Sakura. But please visit me when you can and don’t forget your training. I long to see you become a top physician in your right.” The older woman smiled fondly at her, patting her head as Sakura brightened at Tsunade’s remarks. Even with such little information given to her, Tsunade still believed in her and trusted her judgment. Maybe one day, she’ll tell Tsunade what really happened, after she became wholly accustomed to her demon body.

“Thank you, shishou. I promise I won’t let you down!”

Her mentor nodded firmly, satisfied with the fiery resolve blooming across Sakura’s visage. “I’ll hold you to that promise, Sakura. And as for your two ‘friends’...” She turned around fully to face them with the full force of her disapproving glower and cracked her knuckles. “If either one or both of you cause my Sakura any amount of grief, pain, and misery and she doesn't break enough bones in your body, then I will personally see to it the two of you won’t be able to walk or eat solid foods for several months. Do I make myself clear?”

Despite being a demon, Naruto immediately bobbed his head, blue eyes wide and alert. “Yes, m’am!”

Gaara grunted but nodded his head slowly, unfazed by Tsunade’s menace. He probably found her mentor’s violent words amusing, just like Sakura’s presence was to him.

Sakura groaned in her hands. Thankfully, there were no more outbursts and threats and three of them managed to leave Tsunade’s home with Naruto and Gaara in one piece. She had no idea what would be in store in her when she ventured into the world of demons, yet at least she wasn’t doing this journey alone.

Stretching out her motley wings to get used to their height and wingspan, Sakura watched Gaara and Naruto unlock the complex illusion that was cast over the main gateway into their clans’ lands and closed her eyes in relief. Yes, at least she wasn’t alone and would have help along the way in training and harnessing her demonic abilities and one day, be able to fly on her own. She was looking forward to that part.

“The stories got it all wrong,” she murmured to herself. “Demons aren’t so terrible after all.”

#narutofantasyweek2020 #narutofantasyweek #naruto fantasy week #naruto-fantasy-week #GaaSaku #NaruSaku #Sakura x Gaara #Sakura x Naruto #my writing #monstrous #Naruto

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border-spam · 5 years ago

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AU Troy Character Timeline

Right, so I saw an incredible breakdown of Troy’s mental journey/state of ego last night ( that I’ll see if I can get permission to post at some point ) that really kicked my confidence into overdrive for writing out a definitive timeline for the version of him I write about in drabbles/fics etc as it was so amazingly similar. This isn’t complete, it couldn’t be because man I have a lot of stuff for this guy, but I hope it’s interesting for people maybe looking for a somewhat logical bunch of HC content that works well with the info we were given ingame.

Writing this was like doing a jigsaw puzzle. Except ten pieces are missing, and you have 2 dominos and a Mrs Cupcake card instead. If you like any of this, feel free to use it. I’ll eventually expand on it in my own works.

Pre Pandora Era - 28 years pre BL3

Severe self esteem / image issues from very early childhood. Leda’s death left Typhon both terrified of Tyreen and desperately paranoid about her safety, leaving Troy to feel far less valued and loved as he found himself constantly failing to compete for attention from his remaining parent.

Typhon never outright called Troy a freak, but he overheard plenty of discussions with his mother and with Tyreen explaining why he was so sick all the time, why he looked the way he did, why he was broken. He never discussed these, they festered in the back of his mind for the rest of his life.

Strived from an early age to be useful, being useful gave him the belief he was valued, and a “Great job kid!” from his father felt good enough that it could almost replace feeling loved.

Misses his mother intensely from the day she died, for the rest of his life. Had no one else to have platonic intimacy with bar his sister, which never felt as freely given as with his mother.

Developed an extremely crippled sense of social behavior and rules. The only people the Twins could interact with till they landed on Pandora ( which I HC was between 18 -19 ) were each other, and their Father.

Left alone on a giant empty planet with no one to tell them no, or instill an understanding of social rules to them regarding others, left them with only a feeling of personal value for each other. This is an extremely dangerous state of mind for any person who will need to function in a social structure, especially a person in power.

Had it hammered into them over and over by their father that the galaxy outside their home was filled with murderers. Animals. Bandit filth. Not like them, not like their parents, horrible, vicious things that would kill them the second they could.

Internalised that to the point where it was a crucial part of their development of self as children. The twins would genuinely struggle to comprehend any other human they met was a person, because they were told their whole developing lives that no one they would meet bar their father would be.

Pre COV - 8 years pre BL3

Lands on Pandora with Tyreen. Woefully underprepared and worried sick, didn’t want to leave Nekro but had no other choice but to go with his sister or die. Misses his father immediately, but avoids talking about it, knowing it will cause an argument.

Disliked that their father had kept them on Nekro intensely, but not enough to hate him the way Tyreen did. This never changed and the regret for leaving him only rotted inside him over the years.

Very excited to finally meet new people, but his social skills are learned through watching old echos and while he can mimic them, he doesn’t understand social intricacies as well as he’d hoped. This sabotages their first few attempts to communicate with Pandoran non bandit natives.

Comes across as weird. Stutters, not good with eye contact, awkward in body language and very unnatural in appearance. Extremely tall (6″7), very thin and sickly looking with sallow skin and dark under eyes. His missing arm and quarter of his shoulder draw far more attention than he had ever expected and he becomes instantly self conscious of the damage to his right side, strongly disliking how it’s pointed out every time they try and interact with one of these idiots.

The twins only had the clothes they had travelled in and at this point they are pretty much rags patched together over nearly 2 decades. Didn’t understand how much appearances were going to matter, Troy had been sure he’d be able to “Mingle with the locals no problem.”, and now feels like he’s letting his sister down by failing to perform the way he’d been so sure of. They move onto the bandit clans once they get laughed out of the first small town they try to impress.

Their first few interactions with bandits have very bad results. They both get mocked a lot, Troy gets insulted even more. This is the first time in his life he’s met other men bar his father and the harsh reality that he is not like other men is really starting to hit hard. He’s monstrously tall, he has no muscle, he’s bony and sick and the bandits make very clear to him that he’s a freak.

Unable to defend himself verbally to people that don’t seem to speak a coherent language, he feels impotent and emasculated. Troy’s gift with words has always been his strong point, something he was proud of, and the bandits barely even understand what he’s saying. Any interest he’d had towards them as other people gets quashed. They clearly aren’t the same as he and Ty, they are beneath them. Savages. They aren’t people after all. His dad was right.

This is the point where he fully switches to seeing almost all others as non-persons. They aren’t people, they aren’t what he and Tyreen are, or they wouldn’t act like this in response to the twins. Any possible empathy he could have developed over time is aborted at this point, and he begins to craft the God King persona he understands he will need to disguise his shortcomings under if he’s going to be in the public’s eye.

Begins to create it piece by piece. Designs their outfits, designs his tattoos and mods, his monstrous arm, their name.

The Calypso twins are born, and the COV with them.

Early COV Era - 7 years pre BL3

As he learns how to communicate with bandits and craft a persona for Tyreen that they will be drawn to, the COV starts to form. While the huge majority of their followers are people they see as not even being the same species as them, they do also begin to fill the higher ranks with people they are meeting over time that they see as having value.

People with skills in categories they don’t, engineers, media experts, accountants, are drawn to the COV for the same reasons as the bandits. Opportunity, just a different sort.

Joining in the early days means having the twin’s ears, and those who have excellent ideas, or bring talent to the upper echelon that the twin's don’t have themselves, eventually end up as high priests and Saints. Department leaders (eg: Mouthpiece ). These are the kind of people he sees as people, though still not on par with himself or his sister in value. These are the few he would be capable of having functional conversations with, building simple relationships.

He has found value in his ability to be very useful within the COV. Leading the Media and Propaganda department has given him a huge amount of power, even if he still physically feels extremely frail.

He’s settled into living in Tyreen’s shadow, she’s the star, but he’s the puppeteer, and he’s happy for it to be that way for the most part. While she can sometimes step out of line or treat him like he’s not equal, he’s quick to remind her of her place during these outbursts, and their relationship is relatively stable.

Troy is fiercely loyal and surprisingly gentle with people he has a bond with. Despite his desperation to have meaningful connections, to be cared for and liked as himself, they don’t stay around him long.

No matter how hard he tries to give them what he thinks they want, they eventually leave, and he doesn’t understand that they are distancing themself because of how he treats other people, not them.

Troy’s complete inability to view the vast majority of people as people means he has a total lack of empathy towards almost everyone else, and this is a terrifying thing to experience first hand. He doesn’t understand this is why his “friends” leave, why they stop being friendly with him, or request to be transferred to another district.

“Why did you do that to them..?” - “Huh? Ohhhh, relax haha, it’s just a bandit.” - “What do you mean, just a bandit, they felt that Troy, what’s wrong with you?’ - "The hell? No, it’s a b.a.n.d.i.t. It’s not like us, it’s not like you, it’s just.. you know, a bandit! Doesn’t matter what I do to em.” -shrug- - “-horrified silence-”

He blames himself each time this happens and damages his already fractured self esteem further. He can’t comprehend that his actions are the problem, because he simply has no way to understand his actions are bad.

Each time someone close to him leaves, it’s another hit to his already crumbling self worth. He has absolutely no strong bonds with anyone bar his sister, who at times seems to barely like him, and he is genuinely desperate for validation and care from someone who likes Troy, not Calypso, not the God he pretends to be.

Every time another one of his “friends” vanishes, another of his little connections to his own humanity breaks. He gets angrier, and sadder, the God King a little more snarling and quicker to snap. It’s a sore point Tyreen tends to dig in during arguments too.

She doesn’t need anyone else, but she’s seen the near manic excitement and happiness he has when he connects with another person over a shared interest or they show actual genuine kindness towards him and not his title. If that person then becomes upset with his lack of empathy, or scared of it and abandons him, it’s another open wound on the already dying soul inside him that’s barely still breathing.

He has a complete and defined understanding of right and wrong, but those rules only apply to people, and his social development from infant to adult left his comprehension of other people so stunted, he cannot fathom that the vast majority of others are people.

God King Calypso is a fucking nightmare to anyone bar the select view he sees as “people like him”. A feral, cackling monster, as likely to airdrop a million dollars onto a tiny village and record the reaction, as he is to rip a bandits arms off during a raid and live steam them bleeding out. All the same to him. Just background NPCs in his game. Placeholder actors in his life. They don’t matter. All that does matter is how they make him feel, or how they further his sister’s goals.

Every year that passes by leaves the God King more polished and defined, more in control a persona, while inside its impenetrable shell Troy DeLeon is slowly being suffocated by the weight of his own sins, without having the ability to understand he had been sinning at all.

God King Era - 4 years pre Bl3

By this point, Troy’s isolation is now deadly. He is a deity, worshipped by billions, with absolutely no points of human contact in his life to anchor himself to reality. No one to help him understand how to apply his sense of right and wrong to his followers, only his sister, who is even more toxic and vicious than he is.

Every day since starting the COV, he’s distanced himself further from the worshippers, the bandits, the acolytes. They are screaming war meat now, they are chips to barter with, numbers on a viewer count, flesh to tear into when he wants to feel something.

His relationship with Tyreen is crumbling. She’s quicker now to imply he’s not as important, he’s not the Siren. She’s called him a parasite in front of a merger board, a burden during a discussion with department heads. Each new crack at his inner ego only strengthens the persona further. Makes it more attention seeking, more willing to lash out at others, more vicious.

His “friends"are long gone, either fled from the behemoth the COV now is, or far away in other districts, planets, cities. The people he is close with now in working relationships are held at arms length. He doesn’t let anyone near him anymore, he’s afraid they will leave too if he does.

The isolation pushes him further into the God King persona every day. If he’s Troy Calypso, he doesn’t NEED anyone else. The further he sinks into it, the more aggressive, the more twisted his actions become, but he doesn't see it that way. This is what his followers want, so it must be fine. Why wouldn’t it be fine to ravenously tear into heretics on livestream if 8 billion people are tuning in to watch?

He’s becoming cruel, he’s becoming vicious, but the man he was before he reached Pandora is still whispering that Tyreen is treating him wrong. That this isn’t how it was meant to be, that he’s not weak or a burden.

But listening to that voice means also having to listen to the one telling him he’s warped into something disgusting that his mother would be so let down by, that his father was right about him being a broken monstrosity. He continues to ignore it, and he loses himself further every day.

The deeper he recedes into the God King, the more he starts having nightmares, the more those whispers in the back of his mind get louder. He does what he can to ignore them, but sometimes something will set him off.

An argument with Tyreen, a momentary feeling of regret for leaving his home, a pang of loneliness. He often can’t sleep, and he knows if he starts to wonder why, clarity for the horrors he’s done could crush him.

Drugs, sex, bloodlust, he tries anything to take his mind off the intrusive thoughts that grow day by day. That he’s a failure. He’s a freak. He’s a cold blooded murder, but every now and then he’ll wake up in a cold sweat and hate himself so much that he wishes he’d never been born.

The feeling passes very quickly as the God King shifts back into place and swallows it down, but while it’s there it’s horrific. He see’s himself from other people’s eyes for just a moment and god what has he turned into. What has he done. He’s a fucking monster.

The man he had been is so damaged under the mantle of this vicious God he’s wearing as a skin that it’s barely alive anymore, and it’s what begs him to kill it in those fleeting moments where he sees past his own facade, where he just for a second realises how many people he has hurt.

He tore his throat out a couple of years before the start of the game story in a moment of lucidity after being sleep deprived for days on end. Tyreen reached him in time when his implanted vitals tracker each twin keeps for the other alerted her to his condition, but it was close enough that he was bedridden for days after her energy transfer closed the wound.

She had been furious with him and made sure it was was kept hushed, the rest of the clergy believing he was on reprieve. Only the twins know the truth of what happened.

He never takes the collars off anymore now, the scars are still there. Convincing Tyreen that it had had happened during a nightmare when he’d left his prosthetic on by mistake was easy. Convincing himself to try and forget he’d been lucid and how it still feels like the right thing to do, is not.

By the point the story begins, Troy is in a constant state of exhaustion, and knows deep down everything he has been through and done to others was for nothing. Tyreen doesn’t care about him the way he does her. She may never have, or she changed, he doesn’t know anymore.

What he does know, is that he won't ever be a real God, and that the only reason he’s still alive is because he is useful.

Maybe he should never have tried so hard to be useful.

Phew.

I guess in a nutshell, my Troy’s greatest downfall is the God King persona.

As long as that shit is active, as long as it’s being worshipped, he’s never going to snap into reality. The reality that other people are there, that he’s been hurt so badly as a person, it’s all impossible long as he is being treated as, and believes, he is a God.

The manic moments of clarity he has in the later stages of the COV rule are few and far between, but they eat him alive as he can’t understand why he suddenly feels so terrible, why he’s filled with such consuming remorse.

Peel the God King off the broken man underneath it and you leave him bare, confused, scared. You make him have to deal with reality, with people, with himself. That’s when you get him to show regret, and understand what he’s done, and understand what Ty has done to him.

That’s the redemption.

When he realises the game he was playing was real for billions, and suffers for it. It ends where it ends as my Troy ain’t dyin’ :P I’ll get to my rewrite eventually. I hope to keep exploring these ideas in the future. Just desperately wish I’d as much to work with for Tyreen as I do Troy. GB YOU HEAR THAT? YOU HEAR THATTTT??

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haberdashing · 4 years ago

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I Am Destruction, Decay, And Desire (3/?)

Martin finds out that Jon’s going to meet with Jude Perry and acts to intervene. It goes… poorly.

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3

on AO3

The walk home became nothing more than a blur in Martin’s mind the moment it was over, the moment he was able to close and lock the door behind him and take a moment to just breathe. He still didn’t know exactly where he’d been when he’d burned Jon, how exactly he had gotten from here to there, though the pain in his legs and his difficulty in catching his breath suggested that it had been quite the walk.

Martin pressed his back against his door and closed his eyes and fervently hoped that the past couple of hours had all been just a bad dream that he was about to wake up from any second now.

He waited and waited and nothing changed. If this was a dream, it was one he wasn’t waking up from that easily.

Martin slumped down until he was sitting on the floor, back still firmly pressed against his front door, and let out a shaky laugh. Of course it wasn’t that easy. Nothing was ever that easy, not for him at least. And besides, they always said pinching yourself would get you out of a dream, and while he hadn’t tried that exactly, what he’d gone through was much more intense than any mere pinch could ever be...

He hadn’t noticed the tear starting to form until he heard the sizzle of it evaporating and saw the steam rising up from just below his left eye.

And he’d thought he’d been in a sorry state before all this...

Well.

Deep breath in, deep breath out.

This was far from the first time Martin had had a bad day. Admittedly, today was--Martin let out a laugh, sharp and bitter and raucous--today was exceptionally bad even for a life where other bad days included “being trapped in my flat by a worm monster (thirteen times in a row),” “being chased through my workplace by the same worm monster before stumbling on a dead body,” “being accused of being a murderer by my boss,” and “getting trapped in endless corridors by a monster with giant hands before finding another dead body, this one in my boss’ office,” but it was still just another bad day, and he’d handled bad days before.

Deep breath in, deep breath out.

Martin wiped away what remained of his tear, which was now just a thin layer of salt on his cheek, and tried not to think too hard about his skin felt oddly sticky to the touch.

He had a routine for this, plans for what to do when a day had been capital-b Bad, and they weren’t perfect, no, but they usually helped some at least, were certainly better than flailing around doing nothing in particular.

Maybe if he took a nice long bath, turned some calming music on and lit up a scented candle and tried to relax, things wouldn’t seem quite as horrible once he was done.

Maybe.

It was worth a shot, at any rate.

Martin started with the radio. It was an old-fashioned radio, one he’d bought on a whim some years back, and yes, there were other ways to listen to music, ways with less commercials and more music he knew he’d like, but he liked his radio just the same. In a way, it always made it feel that much more special when a song that he really liked came on, because he knew it wasn’t his doing, that it came down to the whims of some DJ he’d likely never meet. He almost always listened to the same station, an oldies station he’d been fond of from as far back as he could remember, and now didn’t seem like a time to mess with what worked.

A few button presses and the music started playing, the sound of the radio quickly filling Martin’s flat.

“Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away...”

Martin let out a half-stifled snort as he heard what the radio had on now. He’d been hoping for something a little more upbeat, but admittedly, the song didn’t not fit his current situation.

Yesterday, Martin’s biggest concern had been what Jon was up to and trying to clear him of that murder charge that he knew wasn’t Jon’s doing. Yesterday, Martin’s greatest encounter with the supernatural had probably been being trapped by Prentiss for nearly a fortnight, and he’d managed to get out of that without so much as a scratch.

“Now it looks as though they’re here to stay...”

That was probably just beginner’s luck, though, or something like it, and clearly, whatever luck Martin had had in regards to the supernatural had run out.

Martin shook his head in an attempt to clear his thoughts. He was not going to think about what had happened. The whole point was that he was going to take a moment to calm down and relax and not dwell on it.

“Oh, I believe in yesterday...”

So, radio was on, first step of the process successfully completed. Music: check.

Next up: the scented candle.

Martin had been a fan of scented candles since before he could really afford to be, when he’d stuck a small one he’d found at a thrift store in his handbag and left it there for months at a time, until he could swear he caught the scent of peppermint as soon as he opened the bag. Now he bought the full-sized ones from time to time, whenever he happened to catch a scent that he liked going on sale, saving them up for days that he needed a little pick-me-up in the evening.

This was certainly one of those days, and Martin didn’t hesitate, heading over to his closet and rummaging around a bit until he found a purple candle that apparently smelled like “love spell.” Martin didn’t have a clue what love spells were supposed to smell like, but he trusted his past self’s judgment in buying it, and it did sound like a pleasant enough name for a scent, if a bit on the abstract side.

Now, where was his lighter?

“Suddenly, I’m not half the man I used to be...”

As Martin held the candle in his hand, trying to remember where he’d stashed his lighter when he’d last used it and only half taking in the music from the radio, a thought occurred to him: perhaps he didn’t need a lighter.

Whatever he was now, it had to do with fire, right? With burning things? (Things like his own body--no, no, not thinking about that, especially when even that much consideration given to it was enough to make Martin wince.) Maybe he could make it work to his advantage. If he was going to be some sort of supernatural monster now, the least the universe could do for him was let him light his own candles.

Martin opened the lid of the candle--it smelled surprisingly fruity, with a slight hint of vanilla--and focused on the wick very intently, on urging it to begin burning.

The candle didn’t light up.

Well, maybe he just needed to get a bit more hands-on with things...

“There’s a shadow hangin’ over me...”

Martin stuck his pointer finger in the candle jar and concentrated on making his finger really warm, and thus the wick his finger was brushing against by proxy.

For a moment, nothing visible happened, and Martin felt a bit silly, standing there with part of his hand inside a candle jar because he couldn’t be bothered to go look for a lighter-

And then, suddenly, the candle burst into flame, flame that didn’t hurt his finger in the slightest when he brushed against it.

As he repositioned his finger, though, it touched the body of the candle wax, and it came back out with a bit of purple stuck to it, and the candle smelled partially of the fruity scent that some candle company thought was what “love spell” smelled like, yes, but also disquietingly like burning flesh.

The patch of purple on his finger wouldn’t come off no matter how many times he tried to scrub it off.

“Oh, yesterday came suddenly...”

Fine. That was... that was fine. That was what the last part of the equation was for, after all. Maybe he couldn’t get that bit of candle wax off by hand, but a bath should sort that out nicely, and perhaps help calm him down more to boot.

Martin undressed, leaving his clothes in a neat pile next to the bathtub, then entered the tub and turned the water on.

The water turned to steam as it hit his body, and between the roar of the faucet and the hiss of the steam erupting from him, he could barely make out the radio in the background, though he knew the words well enough. (Why she had to go, I don’t know, she wouldn’t say... I said something wrong, now I long for yesterday...)

Martin let out a slightly-hysterical laugh as the water kept flowing and turning to steam and evaporating, as the room proceeded to get more and more humid while the bathtub refused to fill.

Of course. Of course. He couldn’t even have a nice soothing bath anymore, now, could he? How dare he try to do something normal, something that might make him happy...

No, wait, maybe he could figure this out.

Martin took a deep breath and let it out slowly before turning the faucet back off. (The radio came warbling back as soon as the water stopped flowing: Now I need a place to hide away... Oh, I believe in yesterday...)

Then he turned it back on, but with the water set to come out as cold as the faucet would allow.

The faucet still burbled away loudly enough to drown out the radio, but while the steam still rose up, it came more slowly than before, slowly enough that eventually the bathtub began to fill up with water that hadn’t warmed enough to evaporate just yet.

Martin made up for the lesser amount of steam, however, by bursting into sobs with a violence that surprised even himself, hot tears disappearing as soon as they began to fall.

#tma #tma au #tma fic #tma fanfic #the magnus archives #the magnus archives au #the magnus archives fic #the magnus archives fanfic #martin blackwood #desolation martin #desolation #the desolation #personal #my writing

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pinkvhs · 5 years ago

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this has been a long time coming

ive detached from jack / dont watch jack anymore. i’ve poured so much into this story that involved the egos that i just....can’t let it go. so, im making ocs for the story instead.

inspired by @lilakennedy . . . here is some info about my boys

Marvin the Magnificent➜ Marvin Lir MacKenna

age: 27- from the 1920s

Brown wavy hair that goes to past his ears a bit

Blue eyes

Height: 5′7″

irish & welsh ( mother from wales father from ireland )

an illusionist / performer

Stage performance & regular attitude are a complete 180. Very bold on stage and confident but once he is off he is more reserved and calm

Best friends with Daniel

Knew Daniel for years, since they were around 10 years old. Extremely close bond.

Doesn’t believe in spirits but is very cautious / superstitious

Gets powers whenever he and Daniel accidentally summon Phonus at Daniel’s Birthday/Halloween party. When it was just the two of them alone.

He tries to attack Phonus since the monster killed Daniel

but once he made contact with the demon, he was immediately teleported into our timeline. He took some of Phonus’s powers as a result

He ends up getting burn marks on his arms/hands and face due to trying to physically fight Phonus when he was furious

He has powers now, some he doesn’t know he can do yet. But his powers are: ✪= Not used often. ✦= strongest. ✧=weakest

✦ Empathic Element Manipulation ✦✪Fire Manipulation, ✦✪Necromancy, ✦Telekinesis,✦Kinetic Charging

✧✪Electricity Manipulation, ✦Magical Wall Generation, ✦Teleportation, ✧Intangibility, ✧Healing Hands, ✦✪Naturakinetic Combat

Riley finds him and helps him on his feet to find a place to stay

The two of them become close friends eventually, it takes a long time for Marv to warm up to people in this strange new environment- still tortured by that night.

He blames himself for Daniels death every day.

With his new unknown powers, he tries to go back in time to stop all this from happening.

He opens up about his powers to Riley and the truth.

Riley is beyond amazed that powers and magic exist, he tries to help Marv with his powers.

He ends up needing to find a sort of job to stay at his home, so he tries the one thing he loved- entertaining people. With his magic, he dumbfounds audiences.

However, once things were just looking up, his fire magic (the strongest) goes wrong.

He ends up catching a stage set on fire, causing injuries to hundreds.

He panics. Riley tries to calm him down. But he can’t take it, he is convinced that he is destined to cause harm with these powers.

He vanishes to a place by the sea and isolates himself, causing people to believe he died in the fire accident.

He spends his time trying to prefect time travel and is consumed by isolation. though, he does attract wild life to him. they are very at ease with him

Refuses to use his fire magic

One day, he comes across Viktor’s body on the shore. He takes him in quickly to his small home that he protected in case Phonus ever finds him.

He revives Viktor to come to. The stranger is a total mess and he tries to heal the man, but Viktor grabs him on reflex. So the man patches himself up

The two live together for a few months as the injuries heal up

Viktor convinces him to visit Riley again, so he does.

He teleports there and leaves a note stating that he is alive. He can’t bring himself to see Riley face to face

In the end, he tries to fight off Phonus. He fails miserably

He returns to his home, having Riley there with him. He gives Riley his powers because he doesn’t want to die and these powers go back to Phonus.

He trusts Riley with his life

Once Riley is given the powers, he passes away.

When his body is all alone peacefully at rest in the home, without any magic to protect it, Phonus finds the body

But no magic

The demon still takes the body. Using it to wake him up again and look into his mind to find out where the powers have gone

He remains a soul bounded victim to Phonus and reunites with Daniel

Both under Phonus’s control

Chase Brody➜ Noah Oliver Dodge

age: 29 - from our timeline

messy brown hair thats dyed blonde at the tips of it

brown eyes

Height: 5′9″

American

Dropped out of university and works part time at a local electronics store

loves to break things and try to fix them up again and make it totally new!

has a passion for computers and likes to make his own computer

he also loves film and had dreams of making a film

a disaster cook but god help him he tries

Father of 2 girls

childish and fun loving

reckless at times

loves nature and going on walks / hikes

met his wife in high school (been together since they were 16)

they go to the same university, his wife studying to be a nurse

at 18 he accidentally gets her pregnant and her parents arent the happiest about it

they get married at 19

he becomes a stay at home dad and drops out to take care of their baby till she finishes nursing

they end up having another child once they get a small apartment together

his daughter is friends with Viktors daughter and thats how the two families meet

His wife actually works with Viktor and didn’t know at the time

his wife divorces him because, even though she does love him, she can’t keep working like this just to get by. she needs security and they dont have it.

he is allowed to see his kids still but at the time it was very painful for him

he lives alone in that apartment, often calling Viktor to talk and invite him over so he doesn’t do shit he regrets

he talks about how Viktor is so lucky to have such a wonderful life and wishes he could have that (since he doesn’t know the truth)

Viktor and Noah become very close and often have their kids over at each others houses

he hears news that Viktor is missing and becomes a mess. he is alone and doesnt know what to do.

he tries to make it known that he is missing online, making posts and videos as much as he can to get peoples attention

he visits the Valentin house hold and offers his wife any help thats needed, despite knowing all the turmoil they went though. he cares about the kids and doesn’t want them to worry.

Henrik Von Schneeplestein➜ Viktor Alexis Valentin

age: 32 -from our timeline

short grey hair

extremely pale blue eyes

pale, almost sickly skin

Height: 6′2″

German

Doctor that specializes in internal medicine (meaning he focuses on helping adults) but also is a surgeon

Father of 3 girls

loves to bake!

a hopeless romantic actually

he is very cold and standoff ish but once he loves you, he LOVES you

blunt to a fault still though

cares about people. more so than his own well being

extremely loyal

met his wife in university. he took an anatomy art class

his wife helped him improve his drawing skills and the two became close

he fell for her very hard

they get married and live in a house that they saved up for (with extra help from both of their parents)

once settled, they have their children

his wife is a biology teacher with a minor in art teaching!

he takes family trips whenever he can to the beach! his kids love the ocean!

he comes home one day to find his wife cheated on him- he suspected this for a while now. he found a shirt underneath the bed, thinking it was just a gift for later down the road for christmas or something. he went to fix it when a piece of paper fell out of the pocket. her phone number

he never gets mad at her. he blames himself

he thinks he isnt perfect enough

he becomes extremely distant and cold, more than before. never knowing when to bring it up

the two of them grow apart but still live together

they make sure not to worry their children though, they dont want them to think its their fault.

he never brings up this information to Noah because he doesn’t want him to worry.

very envious of Noah though and wish he would smack him. Noah has a wife that loves him and he wishes that Noah could wake up and see that and fix his actions.

he does break down one night and tell Noah everything that happened

one day at the office, a man came in with a horrible neck injury.

he typically sees people who just need some medication or the worst injury being a bite from a dog, but even that wasn’t bad.

he rushes to take care of the stranger. once they were alone for a brief second, he gets trapped inside.

Phonus used Daniels body in order to get to the Doctor. He attacks and possesses Viktor.

Once Phonus is done using Viktor, he takes him to a cliff near the sea

He is snaps his neck and lets the body fall into the ocean.

Eventually, he washes up to shore where Marvin is

he stays with marvin for months while he heals up himself, he refuses to get any magic help

once he decides to leave marvin has a hard time letting go, he is worried viktor will fall victim to phonus again

he leaves to go home but once he reaches the steps, phonus finds him again.

Jackieboy Man➜ Riley Lee Young

age: 23 - from our timeline

very curly blonde hair

green eyes

skin that tans pretty easily

the most muscular out of the lads but isnt extremely buff

Height: 5′6″

American

Lives alone in a small apartment

a college student, unsure what to major in but possibly wants to be a vet

LOVES animals!

a vegetarian !

a pretty good cook actually!

has a heart of gold and sees the best in most people, though he isn’t stupid. he knows there are terrible people in the world that can’t change and deserve punches to the face

he watches pets and volunteers at animal shelters!

he also babysits Viktors kids to get some money

was kicked out of his home. Viktor found out about it and bought him a small apartment to live in. (he would of offered Riley to stay but he has issues at home that he doesn’t want to subject Riley to on the daily)

he is the girls big brother figure and he loves to pay pretend with them !

He meets Marvin and they eventually become friends

he helps Marvin gain back confidence, giving him a place to stay, and helps him actually feel . . at home in this timeline

when he finds out the truth that marvin is from the 1920s and has powers he cannot get over how cool it is! calling him a super hero and showing him comics that he has. he helps marvin try to get a better hold on the powers

he was around whenever the fire accident with marvins powers happen, he tries to calm marvin down but ends up alone. left to wonder what happened to his friend.

When he has to start university up again he has to let the Valentin family know that he can’t be around as much as before but will try to help out if needed

Viktor’s wife ends up calling Riley one day and begs him to come to the house as soon as he can for Viktor has been missing for days now

Riley puts up posters and gets the news out that Viktor is missing as much as he can around the city.

He still goes to university but spends a lot of time in the Valentin household. Visiting on holidays and the girls birthdays. Having no news of Viktor.

he later on gains marvins powers, his mainly being electricity and strength.

he is set on finding phonus and fixing things for marvins sake

Jameson Jackson➜ Daniel Edmund Thomas

age: 27 - from the 1920s

slicked short black hair

brown eyes

Height: 5′7″

British

a charming, bold, charismatic man

an actor and musician, exceptionally good on piano

very witty and clever

lives a rather extravagant life

very close friends with Marvin, trusts him with his life

on his 27th birthday on Halloween, he throws a party

he loves to mess around with guests and asks Marvin if they can have a a seance

they try it to entertain the guests, but nothing happens (to marvins relief)

the party continues on till its just marvin and him by the end of the night

they try again to contact from the beyond

they succeed

he comes face to face with the demon. an invisible hand causing him to kill himself. making Marvin watch

he becomes Antiphonus’s personal toy

his mind becomes warped and he loses all sense of who he used to be

he tries to fight back, but once he does, his tongue is cut out of his mouth. never to be able to voice for help again

his body now bound to Phonus becomes a personal pin cushion. being cut open and inspected to see how far humans have come with healing themselves. to see how far a human body can handle things

being trapped with phonus he starts to believe that Marvin caused his death. he believes everything phonus tells him and is set on killing marvin

he becomes very aware of realities all thanks to Phonus.

Antisepticeye➜ Antiphonus

age: unknown.

an immortal being / demon

seems to have been around for centuries

first appears invisible, then a shadow figure, to a pitch black faceless figure that takes on more of a human shape - till finally, he appears to look like Daniel

he is fascinated with humans, very curious and destructive

he takes Daniel in as a host. he rests inside of Daniel’s body till he is strong enough to mimic the physical outer appearance of him

when he possesses people becomes stronger. he doesnt have full control right away, it takes him a bit of time to warm up once again to how powerful he used to be.

he can see into his victims mind when possessing them, he knows all what Daniel knows / remembers. Daniels fame, fears, friendship. family, love- he knows it all.

He uses this to his advantage to keep Daniel around without fighting him back- using Marvin against him

he is after the powers that he accidentally gave to Marvin on impact

he travels to the dimensions he has access to and time lines in hopes to find Marvin, taking Daniel along with no choice

he lands in our dimension and timeline to sense that his powers are close by

He ends up sabotaging Marvin’s performance with fire magic in order to kill him or capture him but it fails- he looses sight of him

While he is searching through the streets, he over hears talk about the human body. He comes across Viktors practice building and opens the door a crack. He can sense so many souls and blood in that building and gets vastly curious. He notices people injured and ill, waiting for care. He hatches an idea.

He returns to Daniel and possesses his body. He takes Daniel to an alley way close to the building, away from the eyes of others. He grabs the sharpest thing he can find and plunges it deep into the side of his neck and carves it out slowly and rips it out.

He quickly makes Daniel reach the building and barges in, causing everyone to look on in horror. The nurses there rush to his aid as Phonus makes Daniel gasp and hold his neck to try to stop the bleeding. Nurses page for Viktor asap as they get Daniel to a stretcher and room fast. Viktor arrives shortly after and is fast to help Daniel. Daniel just looks at Viktor and tries to nod.

Once the nurses leave for a brief moment and its just him and Viktor, Phonus makes the door lock them inside.

Viktor goes to inject him with medication but Daniel reaches out and grabs Viktors arm. He say to Daniel that he knows needles are scary but you need this now, let go please. Daniel sits up and twists Viktors arm, causing Viktor to wince in pain while looking shocked.

He grabs Daniels hand with his free one and tries to pry it away, but can't. Daniel kicks him away, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground. He gets up from the bed. The lights inside the room begin to flicker faster and faster. Electronics in the room flickering on and off, radios and tv consumed with fast stations, fluctuating volumes, and static. Viktor gets to his feet and hears all this noise and sees this horror in front of him.

Phonus leaves Daniels body, causing Daniel's wound to disappear. Phonus stands in front of him.

He gets inside of Viktors mind to find all that he can about the human body and the amount of pain that it can handle.

He sees in Viktors mind a young man with curly blonde hair. And for a brief moment inside of Viktors mind, he sees Marvin

in the end he ends up taking Marvin captive but finds that the powers are gone.

he keeps marvin around because he sees too, that he gave that blonde boy his powers

so he is on the hunt for Riley

#.txt #smoke & mirrors #not yt related #long post #my ocs #THIS ISNT EVERY SINGLE DETAIL BUT GOD HELP ME THIS WAS HARD #I HAD TO HOLD BACK A L O T #BUT I NEEDED.....SOME OF THE IDEAS IN THERE LSDJFDAS

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kazosa · 5 years ago

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I Drove All Night

Summary: Dean and the reader knew each other and they had been close. Dean’s life scared the reader and she bailed to her unending regret. She never told him how she really felt.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word count: 1800

Song inspiration: “I Drove All Night” by Roy Orbison

Warnings: possible language, smut, talk of death

A/N: big thanks to @coffee-obsessed-writer she knows what she did ;)

Tagging: @coffee-obsessed-writer @spnhollis @his-paradox

Dean punched the gas and Baby’s engine roared with power as he sped down a dark and lonesome highway. The cool fall air whipped around his face and neck, like a slap, keeping him awake. He’d missed the call from (Y/N). He was at a bar without Sam, the prude, looking to let off some steam… somehow. He found a decent looking waitress and was about to leave with her when he saw he had a voicemail from (Y/N).

Dean… it’s me… somethings happened… I… I can’t deal with this shit alone… would you please come? You know where to find me.

He didn’t even think twice and told the waitress, “Maybe another time” and left her sputtering on the sidewalk as he jogged to his car. He texted Sam a quick message and took off. When he tried to call (Y/N) back, her phone went straight to voicemail. He wasn’t in a panic, but his mind did run through every possibility of why she could have called. Whatever it was, it was him she called and he wasn’t going to let her down.

Where the headlights didn’t reach, the moonlight and stars lit the way. The pavement stretched out in front of him like a shiny ribbon, leading all the way to (Y/N).

After the way they’d left things, it surprised him that she called, but he was glad she did. There were too many things left unsaid between them and he was going to take his chance.

The sky was turning from black to gray and when he pulled into her driveway, the first purples and pinks were beginning to show. He parked his car and got out. At her door, he hoped she kept her key in the same place. His fingers barely fit behind the light, but the key fell into his hand.

His heart thumped with excitement as he put the key in the slot and turned. The tumblers seemed to pop like a firecracker in the stillness of the morning. As quietly as he could he slipped inside and locked the door behind him. He laid the key on the kitchen counter and made his way to her bedroom. When he reached her closed door, he wondered if she still slept with a blade…

Carefully, he opened the door, remembering to lift as he did so. It creaked still, but only a little. He slipped inside her still dark room. She had blackout curtains that he’d always appreciated.

(Y/N) was there and his breath caught for a second. Her hair was spread out behind her on the pillow. The sheets were a twisted mess around her. She hadn’t slept well and he knew her well enough to know something was wrong.

He sat down on the bed to take off his boots hoping he wouldn’t catch a blade between his shoulders. (Y/N) didn’t stir as he unbuttoned his flannel and took it off.

Your sleep had been fitful at best. No matter what you did, you just couldn’t get comfortable. In the middle of the night, you gave up and had a few drinks. Half a dozen times, you picked up the phone to call Dean. Somewhere around 2 a.m., you pressed ‘send’ and let it connect. Of course, it went to voicemail and you left him a rambling message you wished you could have deleted.

Finishing your last drink, you went back to bed and hoped sleep would find you with the help of your alcoholic drinks. You tossed and turned for a while longer, wondering if Dean would get your message. Would he show up if he did?

The last time you saw Dean, he was standing at the metal door to the bunker as you drove away. You tried to understand his life. Tried to accept that he would show up at your house at odd times to get cleaned up, patched up, ask for help. Most of the time, you were on pins and needles wondering what horrible thing would happen next. It was too much and you’d cut ties.

When you called him, even the sound of his voice in his voicemail message stirred up old feelings. You’d never really gotten a chance to have a real relationship with Dean. You weren’t even sure if he had any kind of feelings for you. If he had… you broke it off before anything could start. It was a decision you’d come to regret countless times. You missed your friend. You missed Dean.

You didn’t know when you fell asleep, you just woke to the feel of a familiar presence on your bed. You slowly reached for the knife between the mattress and box spring. When you realized the person was humming “Roll Me Away” you relaxed, knowing it was Dean.

“You gonna stab me with that sword you keep?” he asked softly.

His voice was the only sound in the room, other than your fan. “It’s a Bowie knife, not a sword.”

“Trust me, looks like a sword when it’s pointed at your face,” he tossed his flannel on top of his boots.

You could almost cry. “You came.”

He turned half way to look at you. “You asked me?”

“I just wasn’t… “ he began to lie down with you. “What are you doing?”

“Getting some shuteye, what’s it look like?”

Dean stretched one arm out and patted his chest with the other.

“Bring it in,” he said. “You barely slept and I haven’t at all. We’ll deal with ‘it’ after some sleep.”

“You don’t even know what it is,” you still couldn’t believe he was there. “And why didn’t you sleep?”

He looked at you like the answer was obvious. “’Cause I drove all night to get to you. Will the thing you needed keep til later?”

When you nodded, he patted his chest again.

“C’mon, sweetheart, don’t leave me hanging,” he said.

You took the comfort of his body and laid with your head on his shoulder. His arm went around you as you both got comfortable. Lying there with him felt good and right. Some of the tension you’d been holding melted away as he held you. He belonged there.

“Shoulda done this a long time ago,” Dean sounded sleepy. “Shoulda done a lot of things.”

He cared about you, that fact had never been in question. He’d asked you not to go. His life had scared you and you thought you were doing the right thing by leaving his life, and him, behind.

“I shouldn’t have run. You never hid anything from me…”

“It was a lot to ask…” he held you tighter. “If after what you called me here for is done, and you want me to go, I will. No hard feelings.”

You rolled onto your elbow and turned to look at him. His body was warm and firm under you. He would go if you wanted him to, but his eyes were pleading with you to let him stay.

“Leaving you… was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. If we do this, we go all in. No more dancing around how we really feel about each other,” you said, “no matter what. Can you deal with me and all my bullshit?”

“I’ll take your bullshit any day,” he said.

Wanting to kiss him, you didn’t fight the urge. The kiss was soft and gentle at first. You were done being timid and Dean responded in turn. He rolled you onto your back, pulling your knee to his hip. The weight of his body felt good. His hand slid down from your knee to cup your ass. Everything about Dean felt good. You slipped your hands under his shirt and up his back. He pulled the t-shirt off completely, barely leaving contact with you.

His hand moved to your waist and the hem of your shirt. His fingers brushed at your sensitive skin making you elicit a small gasp.

“Is this okay?” his voice thick with emotion.

You wiggled and yanked at your shirt, desperate to be rid of it. Dean worked at his belt. When he saw you nearly naked, he left his belt to come back to you. His hands went to your ribs and up to cup your breasts. His large hands gently kneaded your soft flesh, fingers playing at your nipples.

His mouth worked down your neck, marking you and making you gasp as he sucked hard and nipped at your nipple. Your body responded with intense arousal. You needed to see him… all of him and reached for his jeans.

Knowing what you wanted, he stood to remove his remaining clothes and you slipped off your only garment. You only had a moment to appreciate the view before he moved between your legs.

A few hours later, you woke to your unwanted alarm. You didn’t want to get out of bed. Not only did you not want to face the events of the day, you’d also woken up in Dean’s strong, comforting arms. You would give anything to just stay there with him. Finally, you’d acted on your feelings for each other. Dean was awake, but he only moved his arm to keep you close.

“Gram died,” your voice sounded small, even to your own ears.

She called him to help her deal with losing her grandma. She called him. No way he was going to let her down.

“I wasn’t expecting a funeral,” he kept his voice even.

“You think I forgot? I’m sure you have one of your FBI suits in the trunk.”

“I do,” he kissed her bare shoulder. “I… just… was she not…”

She shook her head, “Not for years….”

He’d missed a lot and hadn’t stayed in touch. Reluctantly, he let her go so they could get cleaned up and wake up.

(Y/N) struggled through the service, but he stayed close just in case. By the end of the day, she was barely holding on; her nerves raw.

He whispered to her. “Let’s get outta here?”

Most of the people had gone and they turned to get some mints from one of the side tables.

“Out of this building sounds good,” she popped a mint. “Out of this state sounds better.”

“How does Kansas grab ya?” he asked.

“I know a couple brothers from there. Think they would let me stay with them?”

“They’d be crazy not to. I bet the older one has a thing for you.”

“That seems lucky for me.”

Two hours later, you were in the car with Dean and the very few items you couldn’t live without. The only thing holding you there had been Gram… You looked over at Dean. Catching the movement, he turned to you and smiled. You knew what you were getting into and accepted the consequences. Life was too short to not spend it with people you cared about.

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #dean x reader #dean winchester reader insert #supernatural fan fiction #kazosa #i drove all night

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the--sad--hatter · 6 years ago

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Frozen Heart (Prologue)

FANDOM - MARVEL MCU, DEADPOOL & X-MEN

WARNINGS - ALL OF THEM, SMUT, VIOLENCE ANGST

DESCRIPTION -

When Nick Fury finally catches Ex-Shield Agent ‘Black Ice’, The Thief with a Frozen Heart he puts her where she belongs. With The Avengers.

You’re not happy about that decision but you’re the only one who’s kicking up a fuss.

Natasha and Clint are happy to have you back in their lives, Sam Wilson is a big fan, Tony Stark just wants you to keep your hands off his stuff and Steve finds out that not only do you have a connection but you were there for him when nobody else was.

Bucky Barnes is one of the few people who doesn’t have a connection with you but he’d really really like one.

CHAPTER ONE

THE KALAHARI DESERT

The Kalahari desert was in Southern Africa so it was quite obviously hot. In fact it was 930 thousands square km of arid, sandy, scorching hell. Or at least it was supposed to be. Nick Fury used his one good eye to take in the perplexing scene in front of him. Smack bang in the middle of the sand dunes was a military style base which according to their intel belonged to a black arms dealer and known human trafficker known as "The Scorpion".

Bad guys having secret bases was hardly unusual however, what was unusual was the fact that this base was covered in at least three inches of ice. Mercenaries who worked for The Scorpion were scattered around, guns raised and alarm on their faces. Fury paid them little attention, they weren't a threat seeing as they were frozen solid like creepy gun wielding statues.

His attention was focused on the battered remains of a tent in the very center of the icy carnage. The tent was barely erect, the front panel frozen in place and giving him a clear view inside to the young woman lying on the frozen ground, two of his medical personnel checking her for signs of life.

They found what they were looking for and related the news to Fury with a sharp nod of affirmation. She was alive. Fury had known she would eventually make a mistake and now she had, he finally had her.

6 HOURS EARLIER

Your head felt full and heavy, your eyes burned and the air around you was so hot you were suffocating. You forced yourself to drag your eyes open, taking in the scene around you. Sand? Tents? You knew what these things were but why they were here was confusing and you couldn’t seem to get your brain to work properly.

Something moved and you looked up, seeing it was a person coming towards you. You knew them, your brain was telling you they were familiar. Your brain was also screaming something else at you, something important but you couldn’t grasp it.

There was a deep gnawing sense in your gut, not a good feeling. You shifted in the seat and tried to move and that was when you realized you couldn’t.

You couldn’t move.

You felt something on your wrists, binding them together. Raw panic started to claw its way through you and you reacted instinctively, reaching down deep inside yourself for the part of you that you’d locked away. You needed to be free, bad things happened when you couldn’t move.

You remembered the blood and you didn’t want to remember that.

You let the primal power inside yourself out and froze the ropes binding you but it all went horribly wrong. You couldn’t reign it in, you couldn’t control it. The last thing you remembered was screaming.

9 DAYS LATER – Avengers Compound, Up-state New York

You had a habit of waking up in unfamiliar places so you weren't too worried at first. It wasn't until you registered the steady beeping of a heart monitor that your brow furrowed in confusion. Your eyes flew open and you tried to sit up, immediately regretting it as the cuffs on either wrist snapped against the metal bed-frame, pulling you back down with a wince of pain.

Panic rippled through you but then a deep chuckle to your right had you turning to face your company, and a growl of displeasure ripped out of your throat as soon as you did. Still, the sight of him calmed your fears and you knew, even if you were cuffed you were safe.

"What the fuck Clint?" You spat out, your voice hoarse from disuse, your hands automatically twisting in the cuffs.

The blonde man sitting on a chair next to the hospital bed you were currently cuffed to smirked at you, unfolding himself ungracefully from the uncomfortable looking plastic chair and leaning over to offer you a cup of water.

You glared at him as he raised it to your lips, tilting it to allow the cool liquid to pour down your throat. The sensation was most welcome, you had no idea how you’d become so thirsty.

Then it hit you, you had no idea how you’d ended up in hospital at all. A quick glance around the room offered no answers. It looked like a standard, albeit well-funded hospital room. The blinds were closed, there were no glass panels on the door to look out of and you and Clint were the only ones in the room.

Panic and uncertainty started to claw at your gut and you looked up at Clint, your expression blank and controlled but he saw the fear and vulnerability in your eyes. He could always see right through you.

“What happened to me?” To anyone else it would have sounded like a demand but Clint knew you well enough to see the plea on your face.

You pulled at the cuffs again and huffed in annoyance. Clint smirked and tapped his ear to let you know he could hear you, you didn’t have to sign.

“What’s the last thing you remember?” He asked you gently.

You frowned, trying to pull up your memories and Clint watched the emotions flit across your face, confusion, pain and then horror.

“Motherfucker.” You whispered.

“That about sums it up... Miss Daniels this time are we?” A deep voice spoke and the door sprung open as Nick Fury walked into the room.

Your expression hardened instantly and Clint's turned apologetic. Fury noted that, the way he noted everything. He glared down at you, trying to intimidate you.

“You froze a 2 mile radius in the desert, killing everyone there instantly. When we found you, you were nearly dead yourself. Lucky for you, we patched you back up and covered up your little mess.” Fury stated.

There was a long pause as he waited for you to say something but you didn’t.

“What, you’re not even going to say thank you?” Fury enquired sarcastically.

“Saying thank you could be taken as an admission of guilt, so no.” You rebutted.

Fury turned to look at Clint who sighed heavily.

“It’s over, you were found in the middle of the scene. We know you’re responsible.” Clint told you.

“We even have a good idea as to why you did it.” Fury informed you and he didn’t miss the way your jaw clenched in response.

“One of the bodies we found on site was First Lieutenant Charles Braxton, your commanding officer. The man who trained you for the past two years and fast tracked you to his special black ops task force. Decorated war hero, husband, father and best friend to Senator Jim Grant. Oh and he was also the criminal known as The Scorpion.” Fury said.

You took in a deep shuddering breath before you spoke, keeping your voice as even as possible.

“If you already know what happened, why bother asking me? What’s your play here Fury?”

“I’m asking because I don’t know what happened but I’ll tell you my theory. You found out Braxton was The Scorpion and he drugged you, kidnapped you and took you to his base. He probably thought he could turn you to his side. He had no idea who you really were though because you would never trust anybody enough to tell them what you were capable of. So when you woke up tied to a chair in the middle of the desert, having just been betrayed and attacked by your supposed mentor and friend you reacting instinctively and tried to freeze the ropes binding you enough to snap them and free yourself. You didn’t account for the drugs in your system or the adrenaline or the emotional turmoil you were facing though because you have always hidden your abilities away rather than learn to use them and instead of freeing yourself you lost control and created a cold snap in the Kalahari that killed everyone around you. How’d I do Miss Daniels?”

“That’s not a theory, that’s exactly what happened and you know it. But you’ve got a second theory lined up where I’m the villain right? Either you rescued a powerful asset or you took down a threat.” You laughed but there was no humour in it.

You knew what was going on. Fury had told you this day was coming and deep down you had always known he was right.

“You’re damn right I do. You killed a lot of people and even if I wanted to I can’t ignore that. I can bring you into the fold and protect you or I can lock you up and throw away the key. Those are the only two choices here. Now I made no secret about wanting you to re-join Shield but last time I asked you told me in no uncertain terms where I could shove that offer. I’m hoping you’ll be smarter this time now that SHIELD isn’t around. So what’s it going to be Miss Daniels, are you finally ready to become an Avenger or are you going to spend the rest of your life in a 4×4 cell?” Fury asked.

You whistled lowly.

“Alright Shaft, I’ll admit it. I was not expecting that.” You said, eyebrows practically disappearing into your hairline.

It was worded like a choice but all three of you knew it wasn’t, not really.

Clint knew you were stubborn and liked to dig your heels in but even you wouldn’t choose life imprisonment just to be spiteful. Fury knew it as well. You looked up at Clint and he braced himself for the anger about to be hurled his way but it never came.

You wanted to be angry at him but you knew it wasn’t fair. He hadn’t done this to you, you had done it to yourself. You had locked your abilities away, pretending you were nothing more than human and it had led to you losing control.

Now you had backed yourself into a corner and the only way out was through Fury, whether it be as an Avenger or a prisoner.

“IF I agree to this ridiculous proposal, I want my record wiped. My real record.” You told him.

“You’re in an awfully precarious position to be making demands. You don’t want to go to prison, If I don’t agree to your terms are you really going to refuse to join The Avengers?” Fury asked you.

You met his eyes and he saw it, you didn’t believe he was going to pass up the opportunity to recruit you but if he called your bluff there was no way you would back down.

He couldn’t comprehend why you were so stubborn but he didn’t have to, he just had to accept it. He nodded his assent and you and Clint both let out a small sigh of relief.

“Welcome to Shield Miss Daniels, Agent Barton here will explain the situation to you regarding the events in the Kalahari Desert and as soon as you’re medically cleared you’ll be introduced to the team who will oversee your official training.” Fury spoke in a crisp and authoritative tone before making his way to the door.

He had gotten what he came for, he wasn’t going to stick around any longer but you spoke up before he could make his exit.

“20 bucks says you regret this before we even reach the end of the month.” You called challengingly.

“I’ll take that bet.” He said without even looking back, letting the door close behind him.

Clint shook his head at you.

“It’s impressive how well he can glare at you with just one eye. Wonder how scary he was when he had both.” You snarked.

“It’s the one eye that makes the glare so effective. And you’ve been unconscious for nine days. The end of the month is tomorrow.” He dead-panned.

You swore and tried to sit up, forgetting about the cuffs and swore again as you were yanked back down. Clint made a strangled noise as he tried not to laugh. He reached over and pushed down on the cuffs, they were pressure locked and didn’t need a key so they popped open quickly and you held your wrists to your chest and rubbed them.

“Nine days?” You asked, confused.

“You were extremely dehydrated and had mild hypothermia. Add that to the drugs Braxton used on you and well… you weren’t in great shape when we found you.” He explained.

There was an edge to his voice, he was holding something back and whatever it was was bothering him. You reached your hand out, palm to the ceiling and waited. He sighed and put his hand in yours

“You get yourself into some stupid shit kid, and she’s not happy about it.” He whispered with an apologetic look on his face.

You shot up in the bed, alarm on your face.

“No no no no no, tell me she doesn’t know!” You begged.

Clint swallowed thickly.

“Fury said he’d tell her when you woke up.” Clint said, getting off the bed and backing into the corner of the room furthest from the door.

You went pale as you glanced franticly around the room like a deer caught in a trap but there was nowhere to hide and you knew it.

“Traitor!” you hissed at Clint as the door swung open and you swallowed heavily before turning to face your fear.

Clint winced under his breath at the expression on Natasha’s face and you felt like you’d been kicked in the chest as you laid eyes on her for the first time in years.

There was nothing you could say in that moment, no way to ask for forgiveness so you just reached out you hand to her, silently begging for something you didn’t deserve. She didn’t hesitate to take it, squeezing your hand reassuringly. And then continuing to squeeze.

“Ow, ow, ow. UNCLE!” You shrieked.

“As soon as your better, we’re playing 60 seconds.” Natasha said with a wicked glint in her eye.

“If you’re so mad, why are you here?” You sighed.

“I came to check on Clint. I would have come to check on you as well but we both know you can take care of yourself can’t you? You don’t need me.” She responded cooly.

Clint could feel the rising tension and he didn’t want a repeat of last time you and Natasha had been in the same room.

“You need rest, you start training as soon as you’re upright and we still need to take an official statement regarding the situation in the Kalahari.” He spoke over whatever biting remark you’d been about to shoot off at Natasha.

Natasha turned her annoyed look onto him, though it was legions softer than what she had directed at you.

“I have to convince the team to actually take her. Just because it’s what Fury wants, doesn’t mean Cap or Tony will be on board.” Natasha said, releasing your hand.

“What are you going to tell them about me?” You asked her.

“For once, the truth.” She informed you.

Clint nodded at her and she turned to leave while you studiously kept your face turned away from the door. Neither you or Natasha could see each other expressions but from his position at your bedside he could see it all, the brief moment of regret and longing you both had before you schooled your expressions expressions.

Clint sighed heavily and wondered what he’d done in a past life that was so bad he deserved to be connected to two such stubborn people. It was only when the door clicked closed you allowed yourself to drop the anger and look at him.

“How bad is it going to be?” You asked nervously and Clint chuckled at your reaction.

“They’re going to eat you alive.” He reassured you.

Tomorrow he would break the news to you that officially Agent Daniels had died in the Kalahari. But that could damn well wait because Clint had missed you, only to get you back in a near death state.

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

“Stark, didn’t you get hit by that ice thief a few years ago?” Natasha asked as she walked into the meeting room.

“Four years ago, she broke into the tower and stole an Iron Suit Prototype and left an ice sculpture replica in it’s place.” Tony said with a sour look on his face.

“Yeah, but didn’t she put the suit back the next day? It was on the news.” Sam pointed out.

“Not the point Wilson. She did it to piss me off.” Tony snapped.

“I think it worked.” Wanda coughed.

“Why are you bringing up old wounds Romanov? Nobody’s seen Black Ice for years.” Tony asked exasperatedly.

“Nobody ever saw her, that’s why they called her Black Ice...” Sam added.

“She’s in your medbay.” Natasha said with a smirk.

There was silence.

“The new recruit Fury dropped on my doorstep is the thief who taunted me? And I saved her life?” Tony shrieked.

“Cho saved her life, you just paid Cho to do it.” Sam sniggered, sending Wanda devolving into a fit of giggles.

“Well I’m going to be the one to kill her!” Tony insisted.

“Barton might be a little upset if you do that.” Natasha informed him.

Tony squinted suspiciously at her.

“Why?” Steve was the one to ask.

“Black Ice is a former Shield Agent and yes Tony... Fury, Barton and I knew it was her who stole your suit. She dropped off the radar three years ago, faked her own death after an incident in Moscow. Clint just got her back, he might be annoyed if you go and kill her.”

“You knew?!” Tony was incensed.

“You’re friends with Black Ice?”Wanda asked excitedly.

“Who do you think gave her the name?” Natasha asked her.

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

The next morning you were all but tossed out of the hospital bed by Clint who flung a change of clothes at you and told you the bad news.

You didn’t have any close friends, actually any friends at all to mourn your “death” but you still allowed yourself a moment of sadness for the life you were leaving behind. You were shaken out of your moment by a knock on the door and you looked up to see a Natasha stood in front of you.

There was no readable emotion on her face, no indication as to whether she was here to hug you or to kill you. Though that question was quickly answered as with an almost unnoticeable flick of her wrist Natasha sent a knife flying straight at your face.

You whipped your head back just in time, though you were still a fraction of a second too slow and the blade left a slight nick across your left cheek before embedding itself in the wall behind where your head had previously been.

“Reaction time is a little slow but not terrible. You haven't been keeping up with your training. Keep the knife, consider it gift” Natasha told you with a smirk.

You glared at Natasha with wide eyes as she turned and sauntered away.

“Oh and welcome back to the land of the living сестренка.” Natasha called over her shoulder.

You scowled as you signed the medical discharge papers, almost signing Daniels out of habit. It would take some getting used to being a Barton again.

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So this is going to be my next fic series after Name Calling IF you guys like it. If not, I can scrap it and work on something else. It’s kinda up to you lovely people, and I won’t be offended if this isn’t a hit.

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galactic-artnomaly · 5 years ago

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Lore bit #1 - Voidrot

Starting these with talking about a horrible disease that destroys both the mind and body, fun!

Though the effects of Voidrot are heavily documented, its origins are mostly unknown. The popular theory is that it stemmed from an old-age void ritual gone wrong.

Voidrot is a physiological disease first and a neurological disease second. It can either be hereditary or transmitted. It is transmitted through blood and saliva, so the most common cause of voidrot infection are wounds or bites from the Voidbeasts (see stage 4).

Voidrot infection progresses in a number of stages, which are as follow :

- Stage #1 : Dark, grey-ish patches start appearing on the infected’s skin. They may start experiencing shortness of breath, frequent headaches and dizziness, hallucinations, temporary loss of feeling in infected limbs, and passing apathy. The infection is easily treated in this stage, simply avoid contact with void magic and seek unfiltered sunlight.

- Stage #2 : The patches on the skin blacken further, and the infected’s skin becomes more fragile. When wounded - which will often happen at this stage from mundane day-to-day tasks - the blood of the infected can be observed to be darker and thicker than normal. Further analysis has revealed that at this stage, the blood is saturated with microscopic bits of crystallized void. Traces of these are also found to form at stage #1, which causes the grey patches on the skin, but their quantity is much less. The symptoms from stage #1 are still present, and in some cases more severe. Cases like these can still be treated, though it will often require constant exposure to sunlight, or direct exposure to some form of light magic.

- Stage #3 : At this stage, the symptoms start to get exponentially worse. Infected experience constant headaches, visual and auditory hallucinations, gradual loss of emotion OR hypersensitivity, mostly in the anger department (this symptom is the most important, letting a doctor determine what transformation the infected will undergo at stage #4), loss of feeling in the limbs/partial paralysis for several minutes at a time. Wounds seem to open up by themselves on the infected’s body at this stage, which will cause blood to pour out and instantly crystallize on contact with air. This leads to mutation of the body by creating a thick crystal carapace of their own blood. The crystal seems to sometimes spread on its own, without injury. Its likely more void than blood at this point of the infection, but more research is needed.

- Stage #4 : This stage marks a split depending on the state of the infected at stage #3 :

If the infected had experienced the gradual loss of emotions, they will become completely apathetic in this stage. People in this condition are describes as “Hollows”. Hollows are covered from the neck down in the void crystal, sometimes even their heads are encased in it. They do not seem to need any kind of sustenance, despite seemingly being still alive. Their eyes will go completely black in this stage, causing blindness, but their body will not change form. Hollows mostly stumble around aimlessly and are no real threat, but there is no known cure at this stage. They will eventually lose all memory of who they once were, and live on virtually forever unless killed faster than the crystal can regenerate their body.

If the infected had experienced hypersensitivity, their emotions will be amplified even further, leading them to act entirely on instinct and being virtually unable of rational thought. Their body will also undergo a significant transformation at this stage, being turned into somewhat of an animalistic shape to become what is described as a “Voidbeast”. Voidbeasts are agressive and dangerous, being much stronger and faster than the average person. They will attack on sight (this is theorized to be because of a deep engrained belief that feeding on “pure” flesh will cure them. This has not been proven to be the case.), and at this point the only hope of evading them is to hide, or wound them enough for them to be unable to pursue further. It’s been shown that Voidbeasts retain somewhat of their original personality, being shown to be able to speak - mostly simple words and names that might have been important to them - and some recorded cases have even shown them being trained and somewhat tamed. Newly transformed Voidbeasts are disoriented and weak, which may inspire pity in some people : this is not recommended, as the beast will quickly regain strength and no doubt make you its first victim. Contact with Voidbeasts is strongly advised against and prohibited under Hekrean law, as they are the main cause of Voidrot spread.

- (Theorized) Stage #5 : In some extremely rare - and often doubted - cases, voidbeasts have reportedly been observed to regain a more anthropomorphic form, and supposedly even shifting back into their original form under direct sunlight. These findings are largely unconfirmed, and widely believed to be delusions from the family members and friends of those who’ve turned, illegally hosting Voidbeasts in their homes.

If you or someone you know has been infected with Voidrot, follow these instructions :

- Stay in direct sunlight as much as possible. If it is presently night time, isolate yourself and call medical services. If possible, try to remain in artificial light, it will slow down the infection.

- Remain calm. Accelerated breathing has been shown to spread the infection faster.

- Do not inform your family or friends of your condition. They will attempt to seek you out and you may present a danger to them. Let medical services take care of it. Violation of this rule may result in criminal charges.

#cosmic lore #yeah this is uh. experimental #but it was fun writing it #also yes : this is the condition Remina is suffering from. she's the voidbeast type if you're wondering

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poorvioletdraws · 5 years ago

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Tom vs. The Underworld

8. Sound System

“Following our top story, the mystery behind the massive earthquake that rocked the Underworld a week ago has been linked to a merging of both the planet Earth and our planet Mewni. Representatives of Lucitor Castle state that our Lord and Lady have met with the new leadership of Earth-ni and are discussing plans to continue the same alliance we had with the former Butterfly Kingdom. They have also assured us that the merging of both worlds has presented no effect on the livelihood of the Underworld but are still working on ways to contact the universal mobile service provider of Pixtopia to restore interdimensional communications. All global communications within our planet have not been disrupted.

In other news, there have been growing reports of resident demons and monsters going missing throughout the city. The Furies are urging citizens to remain calm as they investigate the situation further. More on this tonight at--”

“Mom, I’m leaving now.” I called to her in our den. She was watching the news and forging her latest weapons request for a client.

“Okay, my little cobblestone. Don’t be out too late.” She replied as she placed the sword in the quench tank.

“I should be back before dinner.” I told her as I was about to shut the door behind me.

Suddenly my older sisters Kivi and Shaila came down the hallway.

“Going out again? Weren’t you out with your friends all day yesterday?” Kivi questioned while pushing her glasses back up on her nose.

I shrugged my shoulders in annoyance. “Well today we are going over band stuff…”

Kivi gave a disapproving sigh. “You know, Raya, you can’t keep putting off your duties to your family for music. Having a hobby is great and all but you can’t let that consume you. One day you may be taking over for Mom or Dad. When will you see how important that is?”

“Yea, well this is important to me too, but thanks for your concern...” I said not meeting her gaze. My grip was tightening on the door handle as if for some form of security.

“Are you sure that’s all it is, or are you really meeting up with your secret boyfriend.” Shaila teased while trying to cover her devious smirk with one of her hands.

I jumped at her accusation and could feel myself turning red. “N-no!”

“Ooooh you’re blushing! It’s true!” Shaila began to giggle mischievously as Kivi shook her head in irritation.

“Y-you’re silly, g-grow up.” I huffed under my breath.

She then began to call towards the den, “Mom, guess what--”

“Bye!” I quickly shouted as I ran out the front door.

I felt like I could hear Shaila’s laughter all the way to the end of our property. She always makes fun of me like that… But she isn’t too far off the mark…

My friends and I were all going to meet at Tom’s place--THE Lucitor Castle. First of all, I was already nervous for that. I can’t believe he invited us there as if it weren’t a big deal. We might even meet the King and Queen of the Underworld! I felt myself get lightheaded just thinking about it.

Secondly, I was nervous because of what I started feeling yesterday at the arcade. It was a strange coincidence that Tom chose the same song I had listened to that morning, and even stranger still was that he appeared exactly how he did in my dream. But was this just mere happenstance? Or is there a reason behind it all and why I’m starting to develop a crush on him...

“Wait, what am I saying?! A crush?! I must be going crazy!” I babbled aloud while momentarily hiding my blushing face by pulling my hoodie over it.

Sure we had a lot of great memories in Yomi Town for that short time; he helped me shop for my friends, we watched all those setting suns in that beautiful dimension, and we made that necklace from the temple together that he still wears… He even came all the way to Lava Shores and helped me during all that horrible stuff with the Madame… We have been doing fun things together more frequently… He met my friends and somewhat became friends with them in the process… And he wants to be apart of our band … He has a wonderful voice and a kind heart… and a sincere smile…

I pushed the hood of my sweatshirt back in its previous position as my red bangs were free to poof up again. Now within the city, I stopped in front of a shop window and examined myself--more so my insecurities. My body is nowhere near as slender as Indigo, and I’m top-heavy so I try to hide behind layers or oversized clothes. Unlike everyone else, my horns are under-developed so I always wear something over my head to cover them up. And being a Stone Demon, the rough patches of rock on parts of my skin are hard to miss. How could anyone find such imperfections attractive…

Yet Tom still looks at me as if none of that matters. Others get annoyed with how clumsy or clueless I can be sometimes, but that doesn’t seem to bother him. And even though he is a prince, he treats me like I’m equal to him. I remember when I first met him, he had this happiness about him that seemed like he were invincible. I wanted to be apart of that happiness. But then, when we met again, when he must have been fighting with his girlfriend at the time, that happiness was waning. She must have been so important to him to cause such a change in him… Can I be that important for him? I can’t deny that when I see him he does make me happy, but could I really have the same affect on him? Could he one day find that invincible kind of happiness because of me?

I slowly started to walk away from the shop window as I folded my arms across my chest. I hung my head and remained deep in thought.

Who am I kidding? Why would such a great caring guy like Tom want to be with a slacker like me? Instead of planning my future as a Belmonte, I’m consumed by music and games like my sister said. What use could I be to the future of the Underworld? I’m not adventurous or wild. I’m content with the simple pleasures in life and am comfortable doing things or going to places I’m familiar with or have been thousands of times. And I’ve never even had a boyfriend before, I have no experience in that department. But despite all of that, he’s still a prince and I’m just a city girl.

However, he’s more than just a prince to me now. He’s my friend. I care about him just as much as I care about all my other friends and my family. But is it wrong I’m starting to think of him more than just a friend? Unlike them, I get a different feeling around him. I love spending time with him. I love that he tolerates my unconventional family and that he gets along with my wild friends. I even dream about him. He is literally the first thought I wake up to most days. Is this what falling in love with someone is like? Maybe I should tell him how I’m starting to feel...

“And the last to arrive like always is…” Indigo announced.

Blair did a drum roll with zir hands on zir thigh and added energetically, “Ta-Da! Raya!”

“Sorry, guys.” I apologized as Blair hopped over to me and wrapped zir arm around my shoulder.

We were all gathered in Inferno Park which was situated at the heart of Chernabog City. It was a chasm filled area with lava deposits flowing sluggishly from its various orifices beneath long bridges built above. The urban park was often a place for more active demons to exercise being a hub for various forms of recreation such as Ultimate Ouija, molten rock climbing, and Casketball just to name a few.

“Hey, you may be the last to arrive but at least you’re on time today.” Blair spoke positively but then grew a mischievous expression that rivaled Shaila as ze said, “You must be excited for where we are going.”

I felt myself beginning to blush again as I gasped, “W-what? Uhm--”

“I think we all are pretty excited, to say the least.” Tiras corrected/saved me. He had been sitting on a boulder with his arms folded while Kraven sat below on the ground munching away at some elote. George had his typical stance next to Indigo and was reading a book as Blair and I rejoined the formed circle.

Tiras jumped down from his seated position and approached me. Instead of his usual air of arrogance, he seemed to have a burning resolve within. He asked me, “You ready? This may be it. We finally might be able to reach your dream.”

Upon hearing Tiras’s words, he stirred a different emotion from within me. Although many dreams were becoming reality lately, this one was an aspiration of mine all of my friends knew too well. I had always envisioned being apart of a band. And the day I suggested we started are own, I was surprised how everyone agreed without hesitation. This was indeed very important to me not just because it was just some hobby. Music was something that brought all of us together. It was our escape from the stresses of our home life, our passion we created to share with all who dare listen, and our symbolism of our friendship.

But no matter how good we become, our voices didn’t have the strength or uniqueness of that of a lead singer. I’m not one to fully believe in destiny, but it almost felt like fate for Tom and I to meet. He was the piece we were possibly missing all along. Maybe that is where my infatuation with him grew… Was it because of his singing that started all this? I’m not fully sure…

I gazed at everyone--all of my friends. They stood encircling me and shared the same look as Tiras. I smiled contently and said, “Let's sail away then.”

Everyone agreed with a nod.

I placed my hands to the ground below and pulsed my energy through it as it began to fissure around us instantly. Tiras brought his hands up, creating a mighty gust of wind that hurled down within the cracks. Suddenly, we began to rise as the ground that divided us was unearthed to create a floating platform.

Tiras pointed his hands forward as his squall of wind moved us along. He valiantly announced, “Next stop, Lucitor Castle!”

“Reporting live from the Musty Mountain, there has been a recent influx of tourism to our nation of the Underworld. Behind me you can see that construction is underway for our new border patrol organization to properly vet out travellers to the area and maintain our homeland security. So far, businesses of Lava Lake Beach have reported a steady boost in consumerism and an increase in real estate property sales in the area. Furies have also been branched out to maintain the peace between current inhabitants and newcomers-- ”

I walked into my Dad’s study to see he was working on a few things at his desk with the news report broadcasting in the background on his overhead monitor.

“Hey Dad, would I be able to use the cellar today? Some friends are coming over and I don’t want to disturb you while we practice some music.” I asked him.

My Dad glanced up from whatever he was writing and smiled as he said, “Friends? Coming over here? Well, that’s great to hear, son, it’s been a while since you brought friends--or anyone for that matter--over.” He stood up from his desk and approached me. While giving me a very fatherly stare, he rested his hands on my shoulders and questioned me, “And do any of these friends happen to be that special girl you mentioned before?”

“Daaaad.” I drew out the word with a groan.

“Heh, I know, I know, no overbearing-parent-stuff... ” He chuckled to himself and stepped away from me. He placed his hands behind his back as he gazed out the floor length window of his office. “I just want you to know that your Mother and I just worry about you, son. Especially after what happened…”

“Dad, I promised I wouldn’t use my life energy again--”

“Not that, son.” He interrupted while turning to face me with a very concerned look. “I mean your breakup with Star.”

I was a little taken aback by this topic he wanted to discuss. Usually these kinds of subjects are left to Mom. And I told him already that I was over it. But he is my Dad, and he often times presents a different perspective that I’ve never realized before, so maybe it was best to hear what he had to say. Therefore, I decided to sit down in the chair in front of his desk and give him my full attention.

He proceeded to sit back down in his own chair behind the desk and explained himself further. “Your Mother and I were away on business during all of this… change going on. It’s a brand new kind of world up above now. And it is still hard to grasp that you, Star, and--Marco was it-- played a huge part in this whole merging of dimensions. You must’ve been going through so much at the time to have that AND a fresh breakup on your plate…”

“Yea… It was rough at first…” I began to say with a sullen expression but then gave my Dad a reassuring smile. “But I was able to find someone to help me along through the rough parts.”

He returned my smile with one of his own and leaned forward on his desk with his elbows. “I’m glad, son. And I’m sorry your Mother and I couldn’t be there for you. Heartbreak can be a very hard thing to fully overcome. Star was special to you, being your first girlfriend and all. Although, I’m glad you both worked it out and remained friends. I just hope that kind of pain doesn’t happen again for you because what if next time the closure isn’t so healthy. Just know, if it were to happen again, your Mother and I are here for you and want you to be safe. So whatever you plan to do, just really think it over and make sure it is something you’ve set your mind and your heart on.”

My Dad then reached over and placed one of his hands on one of mine lying on his desk. “You’re important to us. You are our legacy not because you are a prince, but because you are our son.”

Upon hearing his words, I smiled to myself as I gazed at his hand on mine. How could I be so lucky to have such loving parents? I understand where he is coming from and how much he cares about the choices I make. Star and I breaking up WAS painful. I loved her so much and for so long. I could’ve handled the situation in a way that could've been harmful for not only myself but for those around me too. However, I know now what all I can lose by letting my anger or depression take control of me. I didn’t want to let any of the ones I care about down ever again.

“Ahem, anyway…” He leaned back in his chair again and cleared his throat as our sentimental conversation came to a close. “Back to what you asked earlier. I’ll have the maids clean up the cellar for you and your friends, just give them time to do so. About an hour or two. So maybe have your friends hang out in your room for a bit.”

I gave him a toothy grin and replied, “Thanks, Dad!”

“When are they coming?” He asked.

I glanced over at the sundial near the window and told him, “Any minute now.”

“And did you remember to bring in and feed Lord Fool-leroy?”

I stared blankly at my dad and gasped, “Crap…”

The platform the arriving guests had been travelling on descended a few yards away from Lucitor Castle. It pounded down into the earth and became one with it so each passenger could dismount.

“This is wicked cool! It’s my first time seeing it so close!” gasped Blair.

“Well, if you had been invited to the Blood Moon Ball like I was, you could’ve seen it a long time ago and not be so easily impressed.” Indigo lightly goaded.

“Alas, you and I only grazed the surface of the many secrets held within. The ballroom was our only venture so speaking as if you attained some vast knowledge from our first encounter is nothing more than a mere untruth.” George corrected her.

Indigo folded her arms and rolled her eyes at the boy’s statement.

Tiras walked in between the two and brought their attention back to the situation at hand. “You both can argue later, let’s quit wasting time and head in!”

The pair nodded and began to walk toward the entrance with the others. However, they were soon stopped in their tracks as the ground began to tremble systematically in intervals around them.

“What’s going on!? Another earthquake!?” Blair blurted out.

Raya tried to say as she flopped into the air from the tremors, “Earthquake vibrations are irregular and constant, this is as if it were a--”

And as if on cue, a huge orange spotted beast came bounding from around the castle and was heading right for them.

“Uh, What is that!?” Indigo shouted.

“A guard dog maybe?” Raya answered.

The orange creature loomed over them and began to growl ferociously while showing his sharp teeth.

“He doesn’t look so happy to see us…” Blair commented while helping Raya up from the ground.

“What do we do?” Indigo cowered behind George.

“Fight or flight?” George asked, looking to Tiras.

Tiras had dropped into a fighting stance and was waiting for an opportunity to present itself.

But suddenly, Kraven stepped forward and approached the beast.

“What are you doing, are you crazy?!” Indigo screamed.

Kraven stared up at the beast with a very serious expression but then began to grin. He reached from behind him and presented a bag full of some type of jerky he had stashed for later. He slowly pulled out a thick chunk of it and waved it to the creature.

The beast was puzzled but began to sniff at the piece Kraven held up to it. Instead of a snarl, a joyous bark escaped the beast as his long tail wagged happily. It proceeded to gobble up the jerky and lick at the generous boy.

The others stood with their mouths agape.

“Of course Kraven knows when another being is hungry.” Tiras remarked.

Raya smiled and added, “Food is the universal language after all.”

“Little Lord Fool-leroy!” Tom shouted in a very disciplinary tone. He levitated down from a balcony overhead and joined the group below. The creature leaped over to Tom and rubbed his head against his body in a cuddle. “Okay, okay, down boy.”

“That’s your pet?” Tiras asked him.

“Yea, he can get cranky when he hasn’t eaten by now--” Tom replied but then focused his attention back on his orange companion as he rubbed his belly and said in a playful tone, “--but really you’re just a little ole softie aren’t you, boy.”

“Little is an understatement, don’t ya think?” Indigo questioned.

Raya giggled at the sight and walked over to both of them. She brought her hand to Little Lord Fool-leroy and he accepted her to pet him. “He’s so cute.” She said as she smiled sweetly over at Tom, causing him to blush slightly.

“Yea, when he doesn’t want to eat us.” Indigo mentioned with her hands on her hips. She was watching the exchange very closely.

Tom decided to give his guests a tour of his castle home while they waited for the maids to finish cleaning the cellar. They had all been enthralled with everything he showed them since this was the first time any of them could get an exclusive look inside Lucitor Castle. This was also his first time showing anyone around his home as well so he was quite excited about that.

“There’s the great hall, and the theater, oh and that leads out to the boneyard.” Tom pointed out various highlights as they walked down the hallway with many paintings hanging on the walls of past Lucitor royalty.

“This is wicked cool!” Blair commented giddily.

“And here we’ve reached the best part of the whole place… My room!” Tom announced while swinging the door to his chamber open.

Each one of the teenagers walked through and were now standing atop a flight of narrow stairs that led down to his inner sanctum. Tom’s room was bigger than any of theirs and fitting for the demon prince. The first thing to catch their eye was the glowing fire flowing down from the mouth of a huge skull display on his wall and into a small jacuzzi-like pit beside his bed. A pair of arcade machines aligned the wall and a casketball hoop hung on the wall by the entrance of his walk-in closet. There was a spinning torture wheel with a tub of water below it and a diabolical ping-pong table centered in the room. Skeletons of horned animals adorned parts of his walls and stalagmites protruded from several areas on the floor. If any of them weren’t impressed before with the other parts of the castle, they definitely would be now.

“Whoa…” Blair and Raya gasped.

“Okay, now THIS is room.” Indigo exclaimed.

“Très cryptique.” George applauded.

“...” Kraven’s mouth hung open in awe.

“Is there anything you don’t have?” Tiras added completely mystified.

Tom’s guests wandered down the steps and began to look around his room.

Blair picked up a trophy sitting on one of his night stands and read the plaque. “Oh! Raya look, he is a ping-pong champion.” Ze showed zir friend.

“You may have someone to give you a challenge then with such a title.” Tiras commented.

“Oh? You’re good at it too?” Tom asked her.

“Good? She rocks it!” Blair answered for her with a grin as ze placed zir arm around her shoulders. Raya blushed slightly embarrassed from the praise.

“You wanna play?” Tom asked her while picking up one of his paddles and blushing a little himself. Raya looked up at him still unsure but with a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

Suddenly, Indigo intervened. “Hey, we played games yesterday, let's talk about the band.”

“Oh that’s right.” Tom went along with the change of subject but then smiled at Raya. “Next time?”

Raya nodded in agreement and smiled back at him. “Sure.”

All of the teenagers proceeded to sit on the floor in a circle to converse further.

“So, your band is called the Seven Undeadly Sins?” Tom remembered from towards the end of their time at the arcade.

“Yep! Seven members and we aren’t dead sooo yea! Hehe.” Blair answered.

“Great name and all...” Tom rubbed the back of his head, unsure how to go about his next comment. “But you guys don’t get a lot of flack for it being an acronym for... sus?”

“What’s sus?” Indigo asked.

“N-nevermind.” Tom brushed it off. ‘That’s right, they don’t do social media.’

“Still sounds cool to me.” Blair beamed.

Raya piped up, “We haven’t really performed in front of an audience yet…”

“Oh, I see…” Tom replied.

It was Tiras’s turn to speak, “Well, we all decided on the name because it sounded cool AND fits all of our personalities...”

“The sins do?” Tom blinked puzzled.

“Alas, the only true sin is that of mediocrity.” George theorized.

“O.. Kay…” Tom was still confused.

“Alright, bud. Check this out.” Tiras explained further by pointing at each one of his friends as he described them.

“Blair is Pride.”

“Hehe!” Blair giggled.

“George is Greed.”

“More so for knowledge instead of monetary needs.” George theorized.

“Indigo is Envy, no surprise there.”

Indigo stuck her tongue at Tiras playfully.

“Kraven is obviously Gluttony.”

Kraven didn’t respond as he munched on his jerky from earlier.

“Raya is Sloth.”

Raya shrugged with a smile, “Can’t deny that one I guess, heh.”

“I am Lust, of course.” Tiras announced full of haughtiness while pointing to himself.

Tom caught the group sarcastically roll their eyes. He chuckled to himself but stopped immediately once Tiras pointed to him.

“And you… You’re Wrath.”

“W-Wrath?” Tom repeated his position a bit hesitantly “… Oh but I can’t be—“

Tiras leaned over and patted Tom on the shoulder lightly as he spoke, “Tom, buddy! You are Prince of the Underworld. Wrath IS meant for you.”

Tom furrowed his eyebrows and rubbed the side of his sore arm where the other teenager attacked it.

Raya noticed Tom’s change in expression so she shared her opinion. “Tom… Our sins can sometimes be considered our strengths more than our weaknesses. You were probably taught how negative your wrath can be… But in some cases it may be what’s perfect for the situation.”

The demon prince focused on the Stone Demon girl’s words but he was still uncertain.

Indigo decided to also add, “Alone we may seem… insufficient. But when we are all together and form our bond, each one of our sins is what makes us strong. What one person lacks, the other picks up the slack.”

“Quite poetic.” George remarked.

“I’m not sure if you’re teasing but I’ll take that as a compliment.” Indigo replied.

Tom glanced down at his hands remembering what happened back in the Musty Mountain. Could such power really be considered his strength?

“Do you kind of get where we are coming from?” Raya asked him concerned with his silence.

“I think I understand…” He looked up to Raya again and they both shared smiles of reassurance.

Indigo stared at their interaction with keen interest and meant to cut in when suddenly Petey knocked at Tom’s bedroom door and entered.

“Master Tom, your Mother has prepared refreshments for you and your guests.” He announced.

“Oh, awesome. Thanks.” Tom responded as he stood up.

The rest of the group joined him.

“Your Mother… as in the Queen?” Blair asked.

“Well, yea… That’s my Mom.”

“Eeeee!!” Blair shrieked with glee. “We’re going to meet THE Queen?”

“If you all want…” Tom said calmly.

“Yay! Let’s go, let’s go!” Blair cheered while holding on to Raya.

And with that, the group moved on towards the kitchen of Lucitor Castle to meet Tom’s mother. As the demon prince led the way, Indigo trailed behind pondering over a plan.

George slowed his pace to match hers as the rest of their friends moved on. He asked, “What do you dare do?”

“W-what do you mean?!” Indigo snapped out of her conscience.

George stepped in front of the girl and blocked her path. His monotone voice had a hint of caution peppered over it and his expression was much more gloomy than usual as he forewarned, “When Envy breeds unkind division: there comes the ruin, there begins confusion.”

“Are you reading my emotions again? I told you not to use your powers on me!” Indigo fumed with red cheeks as she pushed passed him.

But suddenly, George grabbed onto Indigo’s hand to keep her from fleeing.

This was definitely out of the ordinary for him to do so she slowly looked back at him with an obedient carefulness. George wasn’t one to engage in confrontation, and he oftentimes watched events play out without any type of intervention. But, having known him the longest from when they were young, Indigo held her tongue because she knew he was being serious with what he had to say next.

George released his grip on her once he knew she understood his intentions. He did not break his gaze as he spoke, “Your rivalry, although silent and unknowing to her, needs to cease. These are souls you want to meddle with now, not a contest or a game. You dare birth pure suffering?”

“You’re talking as if I mean to purposefully get in the way of something, which doesn’t exist for all you know. It definitely isn’t because Raya likes him is why I’m after him either.” Indigo noticed George arch his eyebrow while giving her a look of disbelief. She began to laugh anxiously and continued, “You forget I’m a girl and have feelings too, it ain't my fault we ended up liking the same guy. And what’s wrong with a little competition anyway?”

Indigo began to walk away from the other teen with the discussion settled in her eyes.

“Even if the result is risking friendship on both ends?” George advised.

Indigo halted her pace and seemed troubled from what he had said. But instead of having a comeback, she surprisingly continued her departure down the hallway again without saying a word.

“How grateful I am to not be cursed with such dangerous sensations that are emotions…” George sighed as he followed after her.

“There you are. Did you two get lost?” Raya asked the pair that came walking up to the group from down a long hallway. They had been standing in front of these enormous double doors crevassed into the wall and didn’t notice until they reached their destination that they had some stragglers.

“Or maybe you both wanted some alone time together.” Blair smirked impishly.

“Blair! Cut it out with your joking.” Indigo shouted rather flustered at the snickering teen’s comment.

“Lavatory.” George rused.

“Whoa, there’s a lab here too? Like the kind for a mad scientist?” Tiras asked bemused.

George slapped his hand to his forehead and groaned.

Tom chuckled at the exchange and told them, “Well, we waited for you both but here it is---” He placed his hands on the great doors and pushed them open, “--our kitchen!”

The group entered another breathtaking part of the castle. Stalactites pierced every inch of the ceiling with its central focal point being a huge flaming chandelier that made the stone of the counters glisten exquisitely from the light of the fire overhead. There were enough cutlery and pots and pans hanging on the walls to arm an army. It was humongous, bigger than his friends’ own homes even, and rightfully so. It had to accommodate the large red demon that was stationed at the counter. And from the looks of the golden crown atop her salmon-colored hair that matched Tom’s, the group knew this was in fact his mother. She was pouring a smoothie-like concoction from a pitcher into seven glasses waiting at a long island with stools for which Tom and his friends could sit upon.

“Oh… my…” Indigo murmured enchanted.

“It’s…” Raya squeaked, equally enchanted.

“The Queen!” Blair announced in a cheer and was about to take off for her when Indigo grabbed zir by the shoulders to stop zir.

“Are you crazy, that is THE Queen of the Underworld! Where’s your manners?!” Indigo scolded.

“Hey it’s alright, my Mom is totally cool with it.” Tom told them.

“Oh! Sorry, I should’ve known, silly me! You ARE the prince after all and know best, hehe.” Indigo laughed in embarrassment and released her hold on the teen. And the minute ze was free, Blair popped over to the other side of the Queen in an instant and was asking her all sorts of questions amid zir gushing. Kraven hustled over to take his seat so he could start partaking in the spread of refreshments decorating the tabletop.

As the rest of the group headed over, Tiras quickly latched onto Tom and brought him in close. “Tom, buddy! Why didn’t you tell us how gorgeous your Mom is!”

“What?!” Tom gasped as he turned red. “Dude, that’s my Mom.”

“Just saying, bro, now I see where you get your looks from.” Tiras gazed at her completely enthralled.

“Her features are that of what many demons aspire to have actually.” George added.

“You too?” Tom whined.

They all were now hanging out at the counter and relishing in the atmosphere of being such welcomed guests in Lucitor Castle. Kraven was on one side of the counter to himself and wolfing down as much as he could of the plentiful portions demon servants were constantly bringing to him. George was keeping Indigo in close proximity as he stood beside her with Tiras on the other side of her--who was ranting to Tom next to him. And Raya was on the corner with Blair by the Queen.

Although Blair had been delighting zirself in chattering away, Raya stood nervously with her hands to her chest just admiring being in the presence of such royalty. But she quickly darted her head away when she noticed the Queen look down toward her. “H-hello, erm, g-good afternoon, Your Majesty…” Raya stammered shyly with a blush.

The Queen had a very interested stare fixated on Raya.

“T-thank you for having us in your home.” the young girl bowed her head.

Tom’s mother smiled sweetly and brought her hand to Raya’s hooded head and patted it as she trilled. Raya’s heart practically skipped a beat from such a gesture.

Tom glanced over momentarily to see his Mom and Raya meeting each other and attempted to join them to give them a proper introduction but Indigo tugged on his arm.

“Oh, Tom! This is really good, have you tried it?.” Indigo stalled as she held the glass full of the smoothie up to the demon prince.

“Huh? Oh, yea, it’s demonade made from forbidden fruit.” He told her. Tiras peered over at Indigo suspiciously.

“It’s so delicious! I’ve never had it before, mmm, hehe!” Indigo praised rather excessively.

“What are you talking about, we’ve had that plenty of times at Tartarus. They make it practically everywhere.” Tiras contested. Indigo shot slits for eyes his way.

Indigo gave a shallow laugh and tried to gain Tom’s attention--which wasn’t really focused on their conversation anyway. “Oh silly me, how could I forget, well--”

“Excuse me for a second, Indigo, I’ll be right back.” Tom pardoned his way around her and headed toward his Mom and Raya. Indigo had a furious glare in her eyes as she slammed the glass down on the table. Tiras and George both shared glances with each other.

Tom came up to his Mom to introduce each other. He blushed as he said, “Raya, this is my Mom, Wrathmelior. Mom, this is… Raya.”

The Queen smiled sweetly at her son and cooed while giving his head a pat as well. She then reached down and pointed at a plate in front of the two teenagers.

“Ah, that’s rights. I remember when we went back to your sister’s shop you said you like eating the Ember Berries she didn’t sell that day and would mix them with lime and salt so…” Tom said eagerly as he reached for the plate and presented it to Raya. “I made sure to ask my Mom to make it for you.”

“Aww thank you!” Raya had that dreamlike expression fill her face, causing Tom’s cheeks to turn redder.

Blair and Kraven both seemed to smile in a way as if they knew all too well what was unfolding before their eyes. But not wanting to ruin the mood, Blair made sure to keep zir mouth shut this time.

The Queen began to chatter to Tom as if suggesting something to him.

Tom thought over what she said and then nervously looked back at Raya. He picked up one slice of the Ember Berry and asked her, “W-would you like to try it and see what you think?”

“Sure.” She said softly and, without thinking, opened her mouth and Tom went to feed it to her but then--

“Gyaggh!” Indigo yelped as she accidentally bumped into Tom’s back hard enough to make him drop the plate from his hand and spill it to the floor, shattering it instantly. The Queen gasped worriedly while Blair and the others rushed to their side.

Raya had caught Tom by the shoulder and helped him maintain his balance. “Are you alright, Tom?” She asked.

Tom straightened himself up again and replied, “I’m fine, I’m fine…” He saw the mess on the floor and became very upset, “Ugh, seriously. Look at this, they’re all ruined!”

“Oh my, I’m so sorry! I can’t believe that happened, and to one of Raya’s favorite snacks too! I’m so clumsy, I must’ve slipped on a wet spot on the floor.” Indigo rambled as she held her hands to her face in feigned horror.

“Wet spot? I don’t see a wet spot?” Blair was crouched down on the floor and trying to look for the culprit.

The Queen and Raya booth kneeled down to begin cleaning up the litter of fruit and broken porcelain. But in her haste, Raya misguidedly grabbed for a sharp sliver and seemingly nicked her finger.

Instinctively, an overly concerned Tom bent down and clasped his own hands around her injured one, “Are you alright, did you cut your hand!”

Indigo’s heart stopped at the very sight.

Raya took a second to respond as she admired his worry for her. She explained while gazing intently at their joined hands. “No harm done… I’m a Stone Demon after all, that type of material isn’t strong enough to cut my skin…”

Indigo was about to take it upon herself to intrude again but suddenly she felt a hand clamp over her mouth to quiet her.

“Oh look at that,” Tiras spoke his objective loudly, “Some of that food spilled on you too, Indigo! Let me help you clean that up in the laboratory.”

“Lavatory.” George corrected him.

“Yea that place!” He acknowledged as he dragged Indigo out of the kitchen and into the hallway.

Tiras let the double doors shut behind him before he finally released his hold on the girl.

“What are you doing?!” Indigo raged.

“Me?! What’s gotten into you?” Tiras pointed at her, angry himself.

“I think it is rather obvious.” Indigo snapped.

“George told me what you’ve been up to. What a coincidence you just so happened to bump into them.” He confronted her.

“It was an accident.” She lied.

“And every time they have a moment between each other, were those accidents too when you interrupted them?” Tiras questioned.

“Ha! Like whatever. What are you even talking about, I don’t see how this involves you.” Indigo fumed but she soon changed her tone and asked him, “What’s with the sentiment anyway? That’s not like you…”

“You’d have to be blind if you don’t see what’s going on between those two…” Tiras glanced away from the girl’s gaze as he spoke with some dejection in his voice.

Indigo became interested in Tiras’s change in behavior and grew a mischievous smirk. “Are you the same Tiras? You of all people are giving up? I thought you had a crush on Raya for the longest time?”

Tiras blushed as he explained, “Y-yea, I may have liked her before… I mean, I still like her but now I realize it’s more of a protective brother-sister kind of like… Tom is pretty awesome… And if both of them can make each other happy, who are we to come in between that…”

Indigo’s eyes softened at the boy’s words. Knowing him for how long she has, this kind of mindset would never have been expected from him. It was almost endearing.

“Besides, I now have an eye for a new type of woman. One just like the Queen.” He proudly declared with an arrogant grin.

Never mind, this is definitely the same Tiras. Indigo sighed.

“Hey you two!” Blair popped zir head from a shadow ze formed on the door.

“Eeeghh!” Tiras and Indigo shrieked in unison from their friend’s sudden appearance.

“Haha, sooooo the servants are cleaning up that mess but that red flying demon from earlier just came to tell us the cellar is ready for us to practice in!” Blair announced excitedly.

Both Tiras and Indigo looked to each other and seemed to get their head back into why they were at Lucitor Castle in the first place. No more playing around. They both nodded and told Blair, “Well, what are we waiting for!”

The cellar of Lucitor Castle was just as big as its structure upstairs with an atmosphere that was dark, dank, and dreary. The lighting was minimal from the torches hanging from the walls and it had a spooky echo to accompany those who spoke. It was the perfect place for the budding band to let loose.

“‘Kay, I digs it.” Tiras remarked while scanning over the area.

“Ghastly prepossessing indeed.” George commented.

“Ohhh where does that hallway lead?” Blair wondered ready to venture off but Indigo grabbed on to zir to keep zir with the group.

Tom had his hands on his hips and looked proudly at the space that would become a place they would all hang out at a lot after today. But there was still one other problem…

“Um, Tom.” Raya piped up from his side. “We didn’t think we would practice today. We totally forgot our instruments.”

Tom grinned her way and seemed to already have a solution. “You aren’t the only ones that are into music, you know. Look over there.”

The demon prince pointed over to a wall to reveal every instrument imaginable hanging there! From the smallest drum kit to the largest Tuba, there was enough to outfit multiple marching bands if they wanted to. Everyone ran over to the wall completely thrilled.

“And, that’s not it.” Tom declared as he gathered their attention. He further revealed a spot set up like a makeshift stage with surround speakers, amps, and even lights. The group of teenagers were definitely blown away.

“Totally wicked!” Blair was fired up as ze chose an electric guitar from the wall.

Tiras was strumming away at different bass guitars to figure out which one felt the best for him to use. Indigo was blowing on a trombone while George fingered a trumpet. Kraven was coming back to the wall to attain another drum to combine with the set he was assembling nearby.

Tom was enjoying the scene. He couldn’t help but smile knowing that he had finally had friends of his own down here in the Underworld. But being so engrossed in the commotion he didn’t notice Raya had come to his side.

She looked up at the boy with such adoration while she placed the strap of a saxophone around her. “This is incredible, Tom…” She murmured softly. “You’re incredible… Everything I’ve ever dreamed about… You’re the one...”

Tom took a minute to register what she just said to him. Time stood still as the noise of their surroundings seemed to quiet for only the two of them to exist in this very moment. He slowly turned his stare toward her to see her smiling at him with half-lidded eyes and in a way he hadn’t seen before. Smiling in a way that someone who loves another deeply would smile longingly at them. A way he always wished Star would have smiled at him.

Envy was watchful but silent in this moment, caving to the realization that was not that of a defeated competitor, but that of an understanding friend.

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Title: Unseen

Pairing: Gavin Reed x RK-900

Relationship Level: Secretly Dating

Rating: Fluff

Summary: Gavin meets an old colleague at a crime scene and they jokingly flirt with one another. Starting RK-900 Jealousy Timer in 3... 2...

The serial murders occurring at the lakeside were starting to become a rather huge pain in the ass for the detective as he warily eyed his near-empty gas tank.

“I told you that we should have refilled at the gas station several miles back,” RK-900 scolded, already noticing the stress indicators littered across Gavin’s shoulders, neck, and back, “Now we will have to consult one of the other officers to see if they might be able to assist us.”

His partner’s gloved fingers curled tighter over the steering wheel, the leather scrunching threateningly as he did so.

“Just keep at it, Nines,” Gavin warned with a scowl though keeping his eyes on the road, “I might consider finding myself a new partner.”

“Hmph. Go ahead,” Richard responded coolly which caused the other a spike of alarm, “If you prefer a downgrade.”

The android took victory in hearing Gavin laugh through his nose, trying hard to keep his lips in a tight look of sternness but to no avail. He watched his partner quickly shake his head as the short breathy laugh came out anyway.

“You’re such a dick.”

“You wound me, Detective. I only speak the truth.”

“Uh huh.”

The car rumbled against the snow covered path before inevitably hitting their destination. Four squad cars including an ambulance and a firetruck had all appeared at the scene. He slowed the vehicle to a crawl, parking near enough not to draw any attention. He really wasn’t in the mood to chat.

Gavin sighed at the sight of all the sorry folks stuck out in the freezing cold at three in the morning thanks to a damn wannabe Zodiac killer that couldn’t hold off calling 911 at a more reasonable hour. Dark circles had already found their way beneath his eyes and no amount of caffeine was going to wash away the annoyance of examining yet another dead android.

“Are you ready, Reed?” RK-900 inquired, obviously noting his partner’s grim hesitance.

There was no question that the other was exhausted with these serial murders. They kept happening like clockwork on a Thursday night where the drop point was always just around the shoreline of St. Clair Lake.

The detective pressed his forehead deeply into the steering wheel while begging some higher power to provide him with the strength not to tear into some unlucky intern on account of his worn down state.

“I sense that you’re pushing yourself beyond your limits, Reed. Perhaps I could examine the crime scene while you take a brief rest in the car,” offered RK-900 gently yet he should have known better.

His human absolutely hated to be coddled… except when the situation demanded for it.

“Shut up! I’m going! I’m going…” Gavin insisted angrily as he hit the steering wheel, causing the horn to accidentally go off.

He sat in silence while slowly closing his eyes. His aggravation seemed to rise with every tap of his fingers as he drummed them hatefully against the steering wheel. RK-900 merely sat idle, awaiting for his partner to calm down. Eventually Gavin would see reason.

He usually did, anyway.

But not right now, as with a deep breath, Gavin forced himself out of the car and into the cruel winter night that surrounded them.

Richard was quick to march to his side as his partner stumbled a bit in the snow during their walk towards the crime scene now illuminated by a slew of Nomad LED floodlights. Tarps were set up to cover the majority of the area to prevent any falling snow from burying any potential evidence.

“Got any Thirium 310 on scene, Rich?”

A tension filled the android’s chest at the sight of the calamity. First there was the horribly twisted body of the victim… but then there was what appeared to be a brutal draining of the deceased android’s blood. The culprit smeared it beneath the victim… like paint.

RK-900’s eyes narrowed.

“More than just a single android could hold…” he informed his partner, who dramatically hung in his head in reply as the snow billowed around them, “It was mixed with that of several other units…”

“...Fuck. Can you analyze any of it?”

“The thirium is compromised, Reed. I cannot.”

Richard stood calmly while his partner suddenly whirled around, violently kicking at a mound of snow just behind them.

“Fuuuuck!” he yelled in frustration to which everyone else was wise not to look up - at least not for too long - as the detective threw his expected conniption fit, “Fuck! Fucking fu-!”

“Well, if it isn’t fucking Gavin Reed!” came a thrilled shout just behind them.

The shorter man heatedly turned to see a silhouette of someone he hadn’t seen in months. She stepped forward with caramel hair wound tight in a low bun with a single green eye catching the detective in her sights while the other remained enshrouded in a decorative eye patch of engraved metal. Her white scrubs nearly blended her away into the snow blanketed shoreline, but her shivering frame was still a dead give away.

She bestowed the detective with a smile that spoke countless levels of mischief. Hugging her arms around herself, she gave him a proud chin lift in greeting.

“Decanterrrr! And here I thought you went through with murdering everyone at the third precinct,” Gavin joked back with a softness that had RK-900 actually turning his head in amazement as his partner’s body language altered immediately, “What happened?”

Watching Gavin stuffing his hands into his coat pockets while seeming to fluff himself outwards more to seem bigger, RK-900 had no idea what was happening. Especially not when Gavin started to approach the female with a swagger typically reserved for the android. The sight made something in Richard’s biocomponents burn with something unseemly.

“Is she a criminal, Reed?” Richard interjected quickly while compiling an entire archive consisting of Dr. Decanter’s medical records, criminal history, social networking activity, occupational history, and educational background.

“Huh? What?” Gavin replied, turning to him as though surprised he was even there.

“I asked… if she is a criminal,” RK-900 repeated coldly, though not entirely sure why.

Decanter eyed them both - though mostly the RK unit - with solid apprehension which the detective was quick to try and dissolve.

“Oh, yeah. I mean with curves like that and still single, I would presume so. Am I right?” Gavin teased with a grin her way before noting a frightening tension at his side.

Slowly his grey eyes traveled back to the silently seething android. To the untrained eye, anyone would think RK-900 was just standing there but not to Gavin… Richard looked ready to tear something apart.

It was all in the way his jaw would twitch just at the left corner. Just the left. If both moved, Gavin was still safe. ...But he felt too afraid to bother checking the other side and chose to just assume the worst.

He must just be dying to check the crime scene… The detective thought warily before shooting his old colleague a look of apology before staring back at his partner with a sigh.

“You and I both know you don’t have to ask me that. I bet you already scanned her, so you tell me.”

“...She’s... clean,” Richard answered gruffly, oddly disappointed that she didn’t even have anything as insignificant as a parking ticket.

In fact… she was perfect. Highest grades. Summa cum laude. Impeccable case file record. The more he dared to delve into this Decanter’s life, the more Richard felt inclined to just forcefully drag his partner back to the car - abandoning the investigation.

It was a first for him… and completely unreasonable.

And very unlike him.

“Still hitting the gym, Gav?” the medical examiner asked cheerfully while nodding her head in the direction of the roped off area, proceeding making her way there.

Gav?

Richard bristled at the casual use of a nickname that he never even knew about.

He never had the chance to shorten Gavin’s first name before… Much less was even presented the privilege to.

“You bet your sweet ass,” Gavin replied cockily with a smirk as he followed her to the first body, leaving the RK unit behind as though he had come alone.

It felt almost deviant how repulsively entranced the detective became around this measly medical examiner. Gavin was completely relaxed compared to how he was just moments ago in the car. The android’s eyes narrowed while his face darkened considerably despite the blinding illumination surrounding him.

“What about you? How’s pilates been treating you?” Gavin asked her while kneeling down beside her to inspect the mangled android beneath the blue tarp.

RK-900 withheld the urge to join them, somehow feeling that doing so would feel like… an intrusion. He turned his head away from them yet his peripherals refused to let up as he heightened his hearing just to eavesdrop on them.

“Oh shut uuup. You were right about that nonsense,” she admitted with a roll of her eyes as Gavin jokingly feigned a look of complete surprise, “Oh stop. You knew it would bore the hell out of me the entire time, didn’t you?”

“Well, I did warn you. But what have you been doing? Because those cheeks...” Gavin eyed her rear end playfully, allowing her mind to imagine the rest as he gave her a suggestive wink.

Her delighted laughter stung at the auditory receptors belonging to the eavesdropping investigator. It worsened as he heard Gavin laughing with her. The two leaned in, bumping into one another jokingly in an attempt to knock the other over.

Why am I even here?

Richard stilled as the sudden thought startled his natural processing. He turned his head to the duo again, watching them with their innocent smiles and weightless laughter despite being at a gruesome crime scene.

“Did you even get any stronger?”

“Pfft! Of course, I did. I could bench lift you if I felt like it."

“Yeah right. Let me see.”

Without the slightest hesitation, Gavin outstretched his arm for her, curling it for her to exam the bicep through his coat.

“Mmmm. I can’t see anything. Guess it isn’t real.”

“Oh shut up and feel it already.”

It felt like slow motion for the android as he witnessed her hands getting ever so closer to his human’s bicep before finally squeezing for the truth. His insides felt as if the wiring tangled itself into unforgiving knots as a vile coldness swelled within him. One moment he felt ablaze with an energy without reason and the next he found himself in a void of nothingness.

It was almost as if his cognitive software couldn’t simply pick one method of misery for him to endure.

“Okay, okay! So you might have become a tee tad stronger than when I last saw you.”

“Damn straight. I’ve been really working on these babies sinc-Mmf!” A frozen hand clamped over the lower half of his face, sending jolts of confused sensations through his body as he was dragged roughly away from the examiner’s touch.

“Mmmnnngh!!”

“Hush now, Detective. You’re frightening your... colleague,” Richard remarked so frigidly that it could make an ice cube shiver.

Decanter’s eyes went wide seeing the oxen strength the android possessed, having scooped Gavin up as though he were just an oversized prize at a county fair. Only… people didn’t normally stifle any and all protest from the prize’s mouth. Nor did the prize wriggle and writhe against their owner in fussy dissent.

But that air of sudden superiority and determined success that exuded from the RK-900’s perfectly tempered expression were definitely part of it.

“I don’t apologize for the intrusion. In case you were wondering, doctor,” asserted the android frostily.

Her eyes drifted to Gavin still kicking in midair, his boots barely scraping the snow. It was then that she recognized that RK-900’s hand wasn’t wearing its skin.

“You see this,” Richard raised his struggling human just a little higher for emphasis, making sure to make his point burn like dry ice into her retinas, “This belongs to me.”

AN: Fun stuff, fun stuff. @judas-had-a-crown , I hope you enjoyed this drabble. XD It was fun to write though I felt so bad for RK-900. But in all fairness, Gavin wasn’t serious in his flirting. I promise. It’s mostly joking around.

I mean, she’s wearing those big ol’ white SCRUBS. XD He can’t see anything physical about her anyway. So there you go in case it felt like Reed was cheating or something. He really wasn’t. He just expected RK-900 to get tunnel vision and start licking things - since that’s what he usually does.

#detroit: become human #detroit become human #dbh #dbh gavin #dbh rk900 #rk-900 #gavin reed #reed900 #gavin900 #gavin x rk900 #judas-had-a-crown

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that-buckley-gal · 6 years ago

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A Mermaid and Memories [Stronger #2]

May 8, 2011

“This is something that I need to do.”

“I’ll love you ‘til the end of time.”

“You are strong, and I know that you can get through this.”

“I never did tell you that your father was an alien, did I?”

“Thank you for trusting me with it.”

“This is genocide!”

“Mother!”

I gasp and sit up, remembering everything that happened before I passed out.

“Stefan?” I yell. The room I’m in reminds me of the hospital my mother worked in and I feel my heart fall into the pits of my stomach.

Was it a dream? I press my hands against my belly, wondering if the stress of Steve leaving was too much for me. But it felt so real.

Realizing something I slowly raise my left arm and inspect my wrist to see the circular tattoo inked into my skin and let out a quiet relieved sigh. Stefan had a matching tattoo in the same spot on his body: my father’s family’s crest from Oerlin.

A knock on the door startled me and I sat up straighter in my bed, wondering where my sword and shield were. The door swung open a second later to reveal a nurse with blonde hair and an easy smile. Though there was something familiar about her, I could tell instantly that she was playing dress up and held my hand out defensively.

“Stay back,” I ordered.

She blinked but remained where she was. I studied her nametag to see “Nicole Rushmore” was her name and looked back at her green eyes.

“Where am I?” I asked.

“You’re at Brooklyn Memorial,” she said.

I licked my lips. “What game are you trying to play?”

“Pardon me?”

“Your hair and outfit are the wrong style for a nurse in 1945, unless you’re trying to get fired, Ms. Rushmore.”

“Ms. Rogers – ”

“It’s Ms. Barnes, actually. Now would you mind telling me the truth, or do I have to figure it out on my own?”

We stared at each other for a moment, before she raised a small device to her lips and spoke two words into it. A few minutes passed. The door opened to reveal a black man with an eye-patch and leather coat, along with a woman and two more men who all wore suits.

“Where am I?” I asked again.

“You disappeared, Ms. Barnes,” the black man spoke. “65 years ago.”

I gasp and look down. “It’s been that long?” I whispered rhetorically. It didn’t seem that long on Asgard. Then again, how could I tell how much time had passed since we were all virtually immortal where we were. I mean, 30 years was one thing; Stefan became a warrior in that time, but an additional 35 years?

My eyes closed as I fell back onto my bed.

When I came to again, the same woman was in my room along with one of the men from before. Both eyed me warily as I scrambled to sit up.

“You obviously know who I am,” I said. “Who are you? My guards?”

The woman and the man exchanged a look, shrugged, and turned back to me.

“We’re Agents Barton and Romanoff, and right now you’re our assignment,” the man, Barton, explained. I saw that “Romanoff” ditched her nurse costume and nametag.

“Assignment,” I said.

“You’ve been a cold case since December, 1945,” Romanoff said. “Nobody but you knows where you went or what you did.”

“It’s like you fell into a black hole,” Barton added.

“Our boss simply wants answers,” Romanoff said. “Who knows? You may be able to help us as well.”

“If… If I tell you my story, can I go…?” I asked.

“We’ll figure it out afterwards,” Barton said.

We wait in a tense silence as I look around the phony hospital room again. “How did I get here?”

“What do you remember?” Romanoff asked.

“I was… I fell into a black hole,” I said. “It was stupid. I don’t remember what happened after, but my friend fell in the hole too. Is he here?”

The agents shared another look.

“No,” Romanoff said. “You were the only one that was reported. Locals in Costa Rica found you and rescued you from the ocean; apparently they thought you were The Little Mermaid.”

“The what?” I asked.

“The Little Mermaid,” Barton said. “She’s a mermaid who traded her voice for legs. It’s a Disney movie.”

Romanoff and I, surprisingly, shared a look. “Well, it must’ve come out after I left because the last Disney movie I saw was Bambi.”

“Right,” Barton said. “Well anyway, the point is your sudden appearance caused a media frenzy, and since the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division keeps an eye on all potential threats, they went to investigate. Phil Coulson, he was here earlier, recognized you as Captain America’s sister and brought you here.”

“And the Strategy Homeland – ”

“Call us SHIELD,” Romanoff said. “It’s easier.”

“SHIELD…has no other reports? No one was with me?”

“No, but we’ll alert SHIELD to keep an eye out,” Barton said.

I closed my eyes and saw Odin holding on to Thor who was holding on to Stefan. Loki was floating away from them as well. What happened?

“Mother!”

I opened my eyes again, feeling chills; as if the air was squeezed out of my lungs; it felt the same way when the Tesseract beamed me to Asgard.

“The Tesseract. Does Howard still have it?”

“Howard Stark?”

“Yes.”

Romanoff and Barton looked at each other, but it was Romanoff who spoke carefully. “Howard Stark passed away in a car accident twenty years ago.”

My breath caught in my throat. Howard Stark was dead. What about the rest of the Howling Commandos? What about Jarvis? What about Peggy?

“Oh, my god,” I said. My ears were ringing and Romanoff stood up talking about drinking water, while Barton sat in the chair with his hands up offering up breathing exercises. I could feel my heart beating against every pulse point on my body and grabbed my head. When I heard the agents’ distorted voices, I stood up and bolted out of the room only to see a few more agents hanging around outside the room.

These little episodes only lasted a few moments at a time so I knew I had to get out of there. I circled the room looking for the exit when I saw my shield and sword being examined. I sneered at the scientists, though they couldn’t see me, as I took my items back and scrambled away as time resumed its pace.

“Ms. Barnes? You need to settle down,” a woman shouted. “Agents, use your non-lethal tranquilizers!”

“I gotta get out of here,” I said, and suddenly a shot was fired. I instinctively raised my shield and a second later heard a small clink, and watched a small metal pellet fall to the ground. I turned and raised a brow at my supposed shooter before flinging my shield at him, just like Steve used to do. Then all hell broke loose are more agents flooded the room, but thanks to my time in Asgard I was able to hold them off pretty well. I could see Barton and Romanoff in the corner of my eye, but they didn’t seem like they were going to join the fight, rather they seemed to be studying me.

Just when the last man fell, another squadron of agents came running into the room; these ones more armored than the ones I just fought. Unluckily for them, I knew just how to get past them all.

I took a breath and focused on the energy around me. I used my mind to conjure up a ball from the electric currents surging through the room and let it fester. I kept my shield in front of me with one hand; and my sword in the other, its diamonds and emeralds catching the light in the room.

Just as the ball was ready to explode, I heard a woman calling my name. She was English.

The energy ball dissolved as I turned quickly, scanning the room once more. By the door, sat in a wheelchair, was an elderly Peggy Carter.

“Peg?” I asked. She was 90 years old by now, I realized as I took in her gray hair and wrinkled features.

“You’re alive,” she said. “Oh, you haven’t changed a day have you? Come here.”

There were tears in my eyes as I slowly waddled over to my best friend, dropping my shield and sword along the way. I dropped to my knees in front of her, and we looked at each other with matching bittersweet expressions and tears in our eyes. Finally, I hugged her.

“I am so sorry, my girl,” she said.

“There’s nothing for you to be sorry for,” I said back, staring at the ceiling trying not to cry. “I’m just happy I get to see you here.”

After our little reunion Peggy and I were escorted back to my room by her niece Sharon, who handed me a device and said to press the button on it if Peggy forgot what she was doing there. When I prodded for more information, Sharon promised I would get answers later.

“How did you get here?” Peggy asked. “Looking like you did the last time I saw you.”

I launch into the story about how I ended up in Asgard and briefly talked about what Stefan and I did there. I finished by explaining how I fell into a black hole and returned here, minus the discussion of Disney films.

“Hey Peg,” I started. “What happened after I left?”

Peggy carefully explained how the government turned against Howard Stark by accusing him of murdering me. They lowered the peoples’ trust in Howard by further explaining that he was selling weapons to enemies of the United States and probably “murdered” me because I wanted him to stop, seeing as I was Captain America’s sister who held the same patriotic views and other nonsense.

“That’s horrible,” I said. “Howard went through so much.”

“But he never stopped looking for you,” Peggy smiled softly. “I think he may be at peace now that you’re back home where you belong.”

“You saved him,” I said. “Thank you.”

“That’s what friends do, my dear,” Peggy smiled.

It was just after she left when Romanoff surrendered my best friend’s file, and gave me some information sheets about Alzheimer’s disease. She said that they had her on today as a backup seeing as how she was lucid most days, and was aware of my arrival. Romanoff told me that there wasn’t a cure for Alzheimer’s, and that Peggy would only get worse.

Before leaving, she advised me to stay hydrated and eat some food, and to be prepared to talk to her boss – Fury – the next day before leaving me alone.

Too overwhelmed by today’s actions, I simply laid back in the bed and fell asleep, thanking the stars that I was able to come home, and see Peggy one last time.

#stronger #peggy carter #natasha romanoff #clint barton #the avengers #ofc

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vizhi0n · 7 years ago

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Sawney - Part 7

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Well....here we go lol.

Updates r gonna be pretty consistent now, because I’ve gotten ahead. This chapter, as usual, contains some FUCKED content.

Desa scavenged the rest of the day, returning before the sun could set. She had a duffel bag full of supplies, still a bit tingly from her departure from Negan. In her mind, he was alive and well and had forgotten about her. She knew that reality and her mind were separate entities, and one tended to always contradict the other.

Monster. Loon.

You killed people.

Are you going insane?

When she returned to the Estate, the guards were eerily quiet. They let her through, and Desa feinted surprise.

Her surprise morphed into horror.

The infamous semi circle had gathered in the courtyard. Father was in the center, and the moment the gate swung shut his eyes darted to Desa and her duffel bag of supplies.

It was when she saw Mother that she stopped.

She was eating candy.

Jack’s candy. His birthday candy. She knew it was his because he loved strawberry mints, and Mother hated them. Yet she was standing, stoic like a statue, with a handful of those bright pink mints. Almost as if to mock —

Desa dropped the duffel bag.

“Do you want to know what your brother did while you were gone?” Father called, beckoning with two fingers for Desa to approach. She did, walking slowly towards the semi circle. “Amy caught him shimmying through the hole in the gate — which we just finished patching, by the way. You know the rules about trying to leave without informing Amy, or Mother, or myself, correct?”

“Yes, Father.”

“Good. But that isn’t why I’m upset,” Father raised a finger, pausing as he tried to keep his composure. “He had a backpack on. And in that backpack I found a knife, some canned foods, and I map. An identical map to the one I possess, however mine does not have foreign writing. Jack’s map had been marked with a circle around what you told me was the Sanctuary.”

“I have that map for precautionary reasons—”

“Do not speak. Be quiet,” Father snarled, raising a finger. Desa clamped her mouth shut as he circled her, like a shark. “I was willing to give you the benefit of the doubt and simply punish Jack for attempting to escape, but then I received news that a vehicle down at the fire station had been taken, and never returned, and that your catch had somehow escaped amongst the biter chaos. All while you were away and Jack was attempting to smuggle his way out.”

“Father,” Desa said firmly. “I’m not sure what this has to do with anything.”

“I just couldn’t help but think,” Father stopped pacing. “That this was somehow connected. It just seemed peculiar.”

Desa let out a sigh. Mother was still eating that candy, and Desa felt her fingers twitch.

Mother smiled.

“I’d like to see Jack, Father.”

“No. Answer first — did you help Negan escape?”

“No. I was out scavenging all day, and I brought back a bag full of supplies,” Desa said. “This is all speculation, Father, and coincidence. Now I’d like to see Jack.”

“No. Don’t ask me again, or I’ll kill the child.”

He’s alive. Good.

Desa remained silent while Father continued pacing. He circled her twice, lips pressed into a thin line.

“You’re right on the line, Desa. If I didn’t care for you, I would kill you. Your insubordination has gone on long enough,” Father stopped. “I always discipline my children.”

“Yes, Father.”

“Good. Now come and give your a Father a kiss.”

Desa tilted her head back, closing her eyes and stepping forward. Bile rose in the back of her throat as she felt those thin fingers caress her side. He placed a gentle, chaste kiss against her mouth, and the touch alone was enough to make her squeeze her fists together.

Then Father tugged his small knife loose from his belt and drove it, hard, right beneath Desa’s left breast. Desa’s gasp caused a ripple to go through the watching crowd, several bystanders flinching and turning away as Desa dropped like a heavy sack of potatoes.

Her legs twitched wildly as she clutched at the wound, eyes desperately searching the crowd. She needed Jack — she needed to see him. He had to be alive. Had too—

“Get her up,” Father instructed, gesturing to Amy. She and another man, Todd, stepped forward. Desa was dragged, and as she bypassed Father she heard him say, “Take her to the master bath and dump her in the tub. Make sure she doesn’t stain my carpet. I’ll be up in a minute.”

A chorus of “Yes, Father,” and Desa was lifted, carried like she was nothing more than a fancy package being delivered to Father’s room. A glance behind her confirmed that Mother was following, keeping her distance, while Father continued to address the crowd.

She was still eating that goddamn candy.

With each bump against the stairs Des hissed, pained and barely able to keep her eyes open. She couldn’t tell whether or not the blade had pierced a lung — she wasn’t coughing up blood, yet, so that had to be a good sign. It just really, really, really hurt, her body in a state of shock. She was, per Father’s instructions, unceremoniously dumped into the ornate bathtub and left there, unable to move, only able to bleed. Mother entered the room. She set down the bag of candy, coming to take a seat on the edge of the tub. There was a disturbing calmness about the way she moved, unbothered by the bleeding girl in her bathtub. Desa could only watch, keeping her mouth shut as Mother reached down to stroke her thigh.

“I am so disappointed. But we can fix you.”

“Where’s Jack? Is he alive?”

“He is.”

“Where?”

“Telling you would ruin the fun. For now, I will leave you to speculate.”

Desa grit her teeth, lurching forward before a sharp pain in her abdomen stopped her. One hand reached for Mother while the other stayed pressed against her wound, drenched with blood. “You cruel, sadistic bitch!”

Mother’s eyebrows drew together and her face went from relatively neutral, to hostile. She rose, smoothing out her dress.

“Father will decide what to do with you. I don’t believe you have the temperament to be cattle. Unlike your brother.”

“Is Jack in the cellar?” Desa croaked. “Is he? Where’s Jack—”

She was gone. Desa was left kicking, trying to grab the slippery edge of the bathtub and hoist herself up. Jack was the only thing in her brain. His cherub face. That time they went camping together. That time he’d skied for the first time. That time he’d—

“You aren’t going anywhere,” Father came to a stop before the tub, staring down at Desa, scolding her as if he were scolding a child. “Not until I give you permission.”

“Fuck you.”

“Cursing won’t save you. And such crude behavior makes me consider putting you in the cellar even more. You won’t be able to talk, won’t be able to curse…” Father tilted his head to the side. “I think I’ve made my decision. You will join your brother.”

I knew it.

Desa tilted her head back, neck straining as she let out a sob. There was a sudden emptiness in her that she’d never felt before.

I failed you. Jack. Mom.

I failed you.

A strange comfort, however, was brewing in her belly. She’d be with Jack. She’d be tossed into dank, horrible, awful cellar to have her body used. Even if he couldn’t comprehend or even recognize her, it was still better than being six feet under or one of the biters. She’d still be human.

Father called for Mother. Desa closed her eyes, finger twitching against her wound. She heard Mother enter, Amy behind her.

Mother had her tools. The metal ice pick, the hammer. The towel to stop the bleeding. The scalpel. Desa clutched her wound, scooting away.

No, no, no —

One tiny prick, and it’ll be over.

“Amy, hold her down,” Father instructed. He stepped back, letting his wife do the work. Mother bent over as Amy’s strong arms wrapped around Desa’s wrists, forcing them above her head. She shrieked, kicked, and cursed. All the while Father’s scrutinizing, disappointed gaze was on her.

Mother hadn’t even picked up the tool before a barrage of heavy gunfire sounded from outside. Father spun and Mother stopped, hand hovering over the scalpel. She met Desa’s gaze from beneath longs locks of flowing brown hair, pupils dilated.

Todd burst in, panting. His gun was drawn and he struggled to speak.

“They’re here. Negan and his people. They’re here.”

Desa went to move, but Amy held her down. Mother gathered her tools while Father peered out the window with bewilderment. Desa was struggling, fingers grappling for purchase against the bloody edge of the tub. The gunfire grew louder, and Desa heard shouts from the lower level of the house.

“Father, Mother,” Todd said gravely. “We have to go!”

“Amy, leave her,” Mother said. “She will die from her wounds. Too much blood. Fate has other plans.”

Amy looked sullen, but obeyed. Desa, barely able to move, watched as they hurried out the bathroom, following behind Todd.

Just like that, she was alone, having to listen to the pounding footsteps of the Saviors as they ransacked the home.

Stay awake. Stay awake.

Stay alive.

“Hey, I got something!”

A slender man with stringy blonde hair, who Desa recognized, peered down at her. Dave - Duncan - Dwight! Yes, Dwight. She remembered, now. She’d met him briefly. And now he was here, toting a gun while the others thundered up.

“It’s her,” Dwight called. “Simon, get over here!”

Simon, a face Desa knew all to well, appeared. He, too, had a gun slung over his shoulder.

“Shit,” Simon murmured. “Okay, Dwight, grab her. Let’s get her out of here.”

“Got it.”

Desa protested weakly as she was lifted from the tub. Her feet touched the ground and she nearly buckled, relying on Simon’s grip to keep her upright and steady. Droplets of blood oozed past her fingers.

“Here,” Dwight tore a strip of cloth from his jacket, stopping to deftly tie it around Desa’s waist.

“Is there an armory?” Simon asked briskly. When Desa didn’t reply, he lightly squeezed her shoulder and said, “Hey. Armory. Where is it?”

“U-uh in a l-locked room in the cellar,” Desa stammered. They made their way down the stairs, bypassing the bodies of Saviors and Estate resident alike. Desa recognized several. She didn’t care. “I-I need t-to go there.”

Dwight and Simon exchanged looks. The finally reached the first floor, stepping over bodies. Desa steered Simon towards the cellar door, nearly tripping over a corpse as she attempted to dart towards the door. She wrenched it open, shrugging away Simon when he reached to grab her.

The cellar was dark, damp, walls dripping with moisture. The smell hit her first— urine, feces, and sweat. Grabbing the railing, she descended the stairs without hesitation. The wooden boards creaked, and she heard shuffling. Her hands struggled to find the light, and when she did, she switched it on. Three bulbs illuminated the vast room before her.

Over a dozen, blank faces stared back at her. Familiar, gaunt and underfed faces. None of the people were strangers, and none of them spoke a word, for their minds…tranquilized.

Jack.

He was sitting in a chair, staring blankly at the wall. The bandages on his head were fresh, his mind poked and prodded until it turned into mush.

Desa picked her way across the room, stepping over sleeping bags and toys. She didn’t dare enter the waste room — someone would have to come and grab the buckets. Whatever excrement they produced, the gardens used as fertilizer.

“What the hell?” Simon breathed, stopping at the bottom of the stairs. Desa ignored him, shuffling to her brother.

He just sat, but his eyes followed Desa as she moved. There was no acknowledgement, however. No recognition. He kind of just, sat.

One of them made a noise, an intelligible sound that was more hostile than welcoming. Simon raised his gun but Dwight stopped him.

“The armory is on the left. It’s a wooden door. A few kicks shoulder do the trick,” Desa said.

“We’ll send Arat for them,” Simon said. “She and the others can round them up in one go. I want to get the hell out of this place.”

Desa reached out to stroke Jack’s hair. His reaction was a bit delayed, and he didn’t speak. Desa didn’t know if he remembered how to speak. Mother’s tools had cut deep, and despite being a former neurosurgeon, she’d never been tactful with her lobotomies. It was intentional, the carelessness. Motor skills were preferred, but not necessary. They could still eat the slop thrown down the stairs everyday.

Cattle.

Desa wasn’t crying because she knew what she had to do.

You’ve always been a monster.

She placed a kiss on Jack’s head, smoothing out his hair and giving him a smile that he didn’t know how to return. Then she stood, limping her way over to Simon. She bypassed him, and he and Dwight did not follow.

She grabbed the first gun she saw, checking the heavy assault rifle. The clip was full, and she tugged the weapon from beneath the deceased corpse of Savior that had been shot down at the top of the stairs.

“Hey, whoa,” Dwight went to reach for the gun, but Desa shouldered him away. Simon’s firm hand stopped Dwight from retaliating. “We can bring them back with us,” Dwight croaked. “There’s a place for them, at the Sanctuary—”

Liar.

Desa shrugged. She stood a good distance away, the emotionless face of her brother in the crosshairs. The sound of her unloading didn’t even reach her ears. The soft cries, the impact of a body falling against the floor, did. The sight of her brother slumping forward, the plywood around him shattered with bullets almost sent her into a frenzy, but she held her ground and gunned down the entire room in what felt like a nanosecond.

The overwhelming stench of blood clogged her nostrils. She dropped the gun, sinking abruptly to her knees. Simon’s words of concern did not jolt her from her haze. It wasn’t until her face slammed against the floor did she feel anything.

I’m home.

#negans thirst squad #vizhi0nw

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cutegirlmayra · 7 years ago

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Mayraaaa i beg you!!! Pleaaaaase make the part 2 of that prompt you did about Amy as a commander, please please pleaseee i love so much your work ❤❤❤

(x) Permission given by artists, please support them as well!

Prompt referenced: (x) Part 1

Prompt:

“There’s been an attack! Sonic’s-! BBBzzztt…”

“There’s what?” Amy’s head whipped back, her hand moving up a second as if about to charge the lieutenant with the communication box and grab the mic.

“R-Re-Repeat that please?” the man was startled, to these G.U.N soldiers, and the Army Division that was recently added of anthropomorphic soldiers, Sonic was there shining hope in this war…

“C-Commander…” the man was losing his nerve, lowering the phone but not clicking it off as he looked to her in fear.

She saw in his face the courage she was trying to instill in her men vanish, and knew exactly what she had to do.

“Sonic’s fine.” she carefully walked over and put a hand on his shaking frame, and then took the phone.

“This is Commander Amy. Where’s my Sonic?”

“BzzztTTTT….BBBZzttt…”

“Darn, the communications completely wonked out.” she gave it back to his ear.

“You’re now in charge of trying to pick up a signal again. From anywhere. I’m going to go find Sonic.” She ordered as if with a gentle touch to it somehow, and it calmed her soldier as he nodded and returned to his former self after a deep breath.

He fiddled with the communications and she knew, looking behind her, he’d be okay.

About to take off, she suddenly heard a soldier call out, “Commander Rose! How on earth do you expect to find him!? He’s probably a thousand miles out in No-man’s land!!” the soldier had ducked back in the trenches and glared at her, clearly frustrated with dirt and oil all over his face from fighting.

The lieutenant rose his head and looked confused at the soldier, “Are you blind?” he stated, and shut the phone off in what looked to be perplexed disbelief.

“It’s Amy Rose, you nitwit!” he gestured to her as if the soldier was stupid. “She could find Sonic if he were in a haystack!”

Amy smiled, something in her heart sparked to life at his words. A tender warmth she had almost pushed aside for too long now…

She let the feeling come and go… before nodding to the man and then saluting them.

“I’m leaving you in charge.”

“W-wa-wait, WHAT?! B-but the colonel..?” The man protested, thinking him not high enough rank to lead an army in her absence…

“Trust me.” she winked. “After this, you’re getting another star.”

He knew the term all too well, and proudly smiled and straightened his back, realizing a promotion could be in his future.

“Good luck, Commander Rose.” he nodded in absolute faith and trust in her.

She thrust her salute down in respects and raced off, dodging bombs, ducking robot attacks and laser fire, missiles, crumbling skyscraper debris, landslides from too much explosions and fighting, the works.

As she raced to find Sonic, she suddenly felt a panic come into her heart.

‘What could be wrong with Sonic?’ She pondered the terrifying thought, trying to not look around her and see what was happening…

But her eyes darted up to each fearful thing that could befall him…

Tails’s team was attacking from the skies, shooting down the Giant-Egg-blasters and going for multiple air-enemies…

Knuckles team was more underground, below the city where Eggman had set traps and sneaked landbombs. But thankfully, the robots down there were only guard-dogs, so to speak. So Knuckles’s team was mostly in-charge of protecting us from below.

She stepped carefully, but would always look up to see what’s around her.

She finally saw one!

Her heart raced to an unbelievable tempo at seeing a soldier with Sonic’s colors as a bandanna around his neck.

He was in Sonic’s division!

Sliding behind him, she put a hand on his back as he shot and scooted up on one knee towards a fallen enemy.

“What do you want!?” He shouted out over the noise of gunfire, his cheek turning red from tilting it down so hard on his gun, trying to see through his aiming devices to properly shot at the flailing robot he was targeting.

“Sonic. Where?”

“Fallen.” he cocked his gun and a few barrels sprayed out.

Amy felt her whole world pause.

“He’s laying by the compound. We’re trying to let him rest, but-” he shot more bullets, before turning his head back to her once the lone robot reached a hand up, and finally… dropped it down and turned his head.

His eyes flickered, and once finally out, he could sort-of turn his back on the fallen enemy.

He looked over his shoulder now, able too.

“He fidgets, Ma’am.” he smiled, teasing. Amy knew that meant this soldier liked and knew him well.

“What rank are you?”

“A good friend doesn’t need ranks.” He winked, “Sonic’s orders.”

She smiled.

He would run his platoon without ranks.

“I hope you’re still paid well.”

He laughed, getting her up with him, “We hide our stars, miss.” he took her arm and began to run with her, as she felt a little silly being guarded by this man.

Then a memory…

Sonic had always protected her… gotten her out of danger…

At least he wasn’t-…

She shook her head, unable to even comprehend such a thought without a squeezing sensation in her chest, and a horrible sting of tears threatening behind her eyes.

The renewed memory of her telling him she didn’t need a babysitter suddenly stung and pricked at her heart as though she had somehow wounded her dearest friend without realizing it.

She suddenly came to the reason of her wrongs- she may have come off a bit too…

Uncaring…

Of her precious, life-long hero.

That wasn’t her heart though!

She shook herself of her feelings but became more desperate to see him, coming towards a ruined building with no roof, only crumbled walls that still held some bricks left to it.

Rushing inside the crumbled structure, Amy saw Sonic being laid on a large turned, rectangular pillar. The medics around him as he had one hand on his stomach, tossing a bit as they put instruments of healing all around or on him.

She was paused with a sudden horror striking through and pinning her feet to the unstable rumble they had for a ground.

“…Miss Rose?” The man, with some amount of tenderness, stopped himself when he felt the tug of resistance.

Her eyes glossed as she scanned the scene of Sonic breathing hard, in pain, as the men worked on him without sympathy, robotically, as though they were in the zone and couldn’t be drawn out of it just because it was their Commander.

She slowly took a step forward,.. then her quills slowly rose up and she dashed with widened eyes towards him.

The man let her go, and a look of worry struck his face.

Sonic’s senses heard her footsteps, but couldn’t recognize them until he forced an eye to try and open.

“Wh-…Whose making a…Ack! … grr… racket?”

“SONIC!”

His trembling eye suddenly held itself open.

“…Amy…?” he breathed out, as if in shock.

He couldn’t turn his head, as the medics insisted, but he did so anyway…

“Sir!”

“Control yourself!”

“Don’t move!”

“Sh…shut up.” he turned to see her, his neck killing him as he did so. “How’d you find…?”

“Incoming!!!”

A man called right as Amy bent to her knees to be closer to him, but a handful of missiles rose over the beaten, half-standing walls and dared to lift themselves up before spiraling down.

“Take cover!”

In complete and total instinct, Amy looked back to Sonic and threw him over her shoulder.

He let out a cry of pain, but she dashed off.

Amazingly… her adrenaline carried him with just a bit of his own strength left for his feet off and behind a wall, still trying to escape as bodies were flung up from the explosion with cries of pain.

The wall behind her crumbled and she tripped.

They both fell as Sonic whinced, before feeling her grab him again and hoist him up.

“Am… Amy you’re back…” he loosely spoke, looking to see the burns that were still sizzling from the recent attack…

“Ignore them.” she spoke through gritted teeth and carried him on, his arm over her shoulder, and his legs barely able to drag himself along with her.

She walked and breathed hard with sweat trickling down her face as though rain had fallen.

The whole time, he kept one eye squinted open, not daring to look away from her face…

The staring wasn’t even noticed by Amy. All she had on her mind was to get him to safety. Treat him herself.

With tender hands, she lowered him on a patch of grass that lay on a hill outside the war zone near some trees in the distance.

They were far from any bullets… any gunfire…

She fell to her knee and gasped as the arching from her back made some flesh tare and crack, the burns already having festered into burnt crisps, but sealing wounds during the process.

Small blood leaked from her waist, but she didn’t care.

It only stained her dress a darker red anyway.

She turned to her true concern.

Sonic.

He was reeling in pain.

The exertion from trying to keep up with her had left his wounds once again re-opened.

She quickly tore some of her dress that was clean of blood, and began to patch him up again.

She had a;first aid kit on her and just started going at it, holding him still as much as she could as she sowed him up, and finally, he rested in somewhat of peace…

She fed him a painkiller that she had to push into his mouth and then press her hand against him so he wouldn’t spit it out.

Once it was in, and she felt the swallow below her other hand to feel his throat, she sighed in relief and fell by his side.

Panting… they both remained silent.

A moment later, she felt light pats on her back, and awoke to stinging sensations.

Sonic, with the pain subsided to say the least, couldn’t move much but had turned on his side and grabbed the first aid kit.

In gentle pats, he had soaked a cotton dab and was attempting to try and help her own wounds.

She turned her head to look at him, seeing him strain himself to keep his hand up on her back, and not let it fall down to rest… knowing that would only bring her added pain.

“…Sanitizing?” she questioned, breathing hard still as her hands gripped the earth and tared into it… the pain searing like fire afresh on her back.

He seemed numb to her winces though, as if he had become null to any noise of suffering.

War could do that to people though.

And if you didn’t have that ability, then what? Endless guilt and regret?

True torture, to a soldier, is being unable to help through your heart alone.

It’s better to put your heart to the side in a safe, and carry on then to dwell in that misery and ache.

Sonic nodded, mustering a faint smirk before lowering his hand from her.

“I just finished…” his eyes looked tried, as if the painkiller she had given him was in full effect, but now he was trying to move and help when his body really shouldn’t be able to do anything.

“You’re still hurt.” Amy raised a hand to his face, and he closed his eyes, breathing as if to fall asleep.

“…You…You’re crazy.” he coughed a chuckle before looking back at her.

“Why on earth did… did you…” his voice was fading and she pulled herself closer to him, reeling her neck up at the pain it caused her back.

“Hey,” he tapped her arm, “I just.. worked on.. that…”

“Really? Still being… erk.. s-sarcastic?” she smiled right after some pain, and lowered her head close to him.

“… Amy, why did.. you come.. for me?” he closed his eyes again.

Amy face lost it’s cool,… and she started to tear up.

“You idiot… I’ve tried to become so strong.. because… because…” her voice cracked as her face turned red with the threat of weeping, and she let some tears go as she nuzzled her head to the ground, shaking it in her emotions.

“Because I couldn’t stand to leave you to find a war-Ah! that you shouldn’t have to fight alone! I want a future with you… I may have changed, but my feelings and why I even fight so hard still haven’t-!”

She felt suddenly that same fire from her back dip down to her stomach, which she was laying on.

She closed her eyes to fight revealing her pain, feeling the chill of the wind against it didn’t help… it only fed the fire that began to force her mouth open as small sounds of suffering escaped so lightly from it in little gusts of air.

Suddenly, she felt touch on her face.

She was amazed by the action, and tried to reopen her eyes as she sweated and panted, but the touch gently moved over her eyes, bidding them to stay closed.

She felt sleep taking over herself again, feeling the touch glide over the lines of her face… the between area of her eyes and then the stretch of her muzzle up to her eyelashes.

The comfort and calming it gave her renewed feelings she had pushed away to try and remain strong and steadfast.

Her heart almost purred under the sensation of his loving gesture… He was truly trying to peacefully lull her out of her painful state.

But what about him?

She ducked her head to the side, burying it in the ground before opening her mouth once again.

But instead of a sound of suffering… something sweeter appeared.

“I love you.”

The words she hoped she would speak without losing him to a sudden distance he might rend between them… all that fear rose up again… but she couldn’t hold it back.

The feelings had piled and spilled out in a sudden rush of love he had renewed in her.

The tips of her fingers became numb.

Her nose turned cold and dry.

She felt her lungs taking in less and less air.

Then-…

When her eyes started to lose all hope of light…

A arm gently, shaking in their exhaustion, moved over her and gently pulled her closer.

She let out another faint cry of pain, very quickly, but almost with a tenderness of not caring as she felt the gesture worth enduring any side-effects for.

He brought her closer.

In her last moments of conscious strength, she felt him also give a hand to the back of her head, clutching her.. bringing her right beside him.

She fainted after feeling warm breath upon her forehead…

(Author’s Commentary:

So… people said that they wouldn’t mind- like- my thoughts on a prompt I created? Well… I feel that may spoil my writing techniques XD haha, oh well! Better to express it then let it all die with me someday, right? Plus, it could be fun.

I really enjoyed writing this. I woke up and remembered this idea. I had to write it right away before I lost it. I had structured this to mostly be emotion and longing tied with intense circumstances. Love CAN and WILL be denied on a battlefield. So I pulled them away from the war… let the war be between their hearts, and then you realize… there is no war. There never was one between them. Sonic’s arc was satisfied by the confession, meaning his character dilemma was fulfilled in now knowing he’s still something to her. Which the last prompt made clear didn’t sit well with him thinking he wasn’t needed or anything more to her. Amy’s arc was fulfilled by her realizing he wouldn’t act the way she thought he would from her saying it. Instead, his comforts for her led to his own comfort. The two fell asleep in their exhaustion, but not only that, in relief as well.

I wrote this to draw some tragic longing from my readers. I wrote it to engross you into a never-ending dread that pulls you into each line, with no real breaks from the tension until the end. This way, everything I piled inside of you comes rushing out in a sense of relief, which is exactly what the characters are feeling too. The readers are meant to feel a sense of what the characters feel towards the end of the story. If I had not released them from this hold I first created, they would not have been satisfied and would continue to carry that dread, leading to sorrow and possibly aggressive frustration, depending on the person.

I really liked putting Amy through a suffering that piled up till the moment her heart declared what she had never truly lost. And I liked revealing her strength and love in a way that Sonic could translate and easily understand. Because of that immediate ‘touched’ feeling, he selflessly began to be her hero again, which never truly left him either, but he felt he had to refuse because of their last discussion.

I could go on and on but I think my thoughts and feelings on this prompt may take away from the overall sensation of the prompt story xD I hope you enjoyed, regardless if you wanted Author’s Commentary, or not >w

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