#AU Fanfic

[invisiblewille]

Working on something new - think coworkers and roommate wilmon friends to idiots to lovers plot mhm yeahhhhh I love writing wilmon being stupid and stupidly in love yippeee

It’ll be a one shot but I haven’t decided on length yet tbh

[kittenfangirl20]

Another Hazbin Hotel fic I am thinking of doing is an AU where Adam is able to tell he was in love with Lucifer in Eden and it is Adam who runs away with Lucifer. Then when Lucifer falls, Adam is turned into a Demon and the curse placed on Adam is the opposite of the one placed on Lilith who was unable to bear a child. Adam is now cursed to bear Lucifer’s children and in order to birth the child he must have pain inflicted upon him by having the child cut out of him. Adam gives birth to Cain and then Charlie. Since Adam doesn’t leave Hell like Lilith did, when Charlie mentions she wants to help Sinners redeem themselves, Adam gave Charlie his support, but they have to deal with the leader of the Exorcists who is Adam’s ex wife Lilith.

[iikisa]

part 1

so. this is part one of a red dragon!krs fic ive been building up… this first chapter doesnt really have much much interesting scenes as of right now, and I’d love love love the input from everyone on how to continue, ideas for characters, and if theres anything i should consider changing!! that doesnt mean that i’ll be changing everything according to commenters, but i’d value all opinions to help build this plot 🥲

I’ve already finished around 3 similar length chapters and recently got stuck, so think of these posts as drafts and final revisions will probably go officially on AO3. thanks everyone 🤪

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Oh, Pitiful Dragon (1)

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Ever since his birth, the child longed for death. If it could take away his pain and grant his freedom, he’d trade anything he had so scarce of already. And on a particularly horrible day— the day that terrible man decided he would rip out his heart and use it for evil— the little child met a god.

The God of Death.

He thought it was ironic, seeing how soon his own demise was due soon. But this God didn’t come to reap his death, rather it came to propose a deal.

And the red dragon would accept any deal to be free of this pitiful life.

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Kim Roksoo awoke suddenly from his slumber. His vision was black and only began to adjust to his blurred version after continuous blinking. Why was it so dark? And how had he fallen asleep? He was just finishing Volume 5 of The Birth of a Hero series and now— wait, are those chains?!

His eyes blew open and his vision was finally adjusted to the pitch darkness that surrounded him. He tried to stand but winced when pain spiked all across his body. Only then did he realize just how badly injured he was. Why was he so weak? Had someone kidnapped and beat him to a pulp?! He was completely blinded by the inexplicable pain that he hadn’t realized something much more important. No— wait, pain is important! It’s definitely concerning! But… why was his whole body covered in crimson scales?

‘Oh geez, well isn’t this new.’

Shortly after he had that thought he passed out from exhaustion and shock.

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When Kim Roksoo woke again, he was practically being strangled. He quickly gasped for air and focused in on his current situation. He was being held up tightly by a metal collar on his (very, very sore) neck by some strange man in front of him. His hair was a long, spiky mess of blond and didn’t look very well-maintained. But his eyes… they were bloodshot red and had a crazed glint to them.

‘Crazy bastard…!’

Roksoo’s breathing was beginning to strain more and more, and suddenly he felt something prick beneath his scales painfully. He looked down and saw a clear tube running from his body all the way through an open passageway not so far from him. His blood began flowing through it.

‘Blood— They’re.. taking my blood?’

His thoughts were becoming even more incoherent by the second but after securing the clear tube into the little red dragon, the crazed man dropped him to the floor.

“You’re blood is so pure and vibrant, it’s so beautiful.. just like the color of your scales! It will definitely aid our liege and his cause. Haha!”

All Roksoo could think of was how crazy this lunatic was. He was still heavily panting, because honestly when was he not at this point, but thankfully he hadn’t passed out again. Instead, he glared with all his being towards the crazy bastard standing above him. Unfortunately, it only seemed to excite the lunatic even more.

“Maybe I really should visit you more. That look in your eyes gives me chills!”

Mumbling to himself, the psycho soon left the room through the very passage his blood was being drawn towards, and Roksoo was left alone; unprotected and cold. He hated feeling this way. These people didn’t seem to want him alive for so long, considering his “luxury” treatment. He was going to miserably die at their hands sooner or later. And he was too weak to do anything about it.

His eyes suddenly flashed with memories— no, records— of his fight with the second unranked monster to plague Korea. Lee Soohyuk and Choi Jungsoo… he had let them die. It was his fault and he knew it. It was something he’d regret for the rest of his life. But… they had told him to keep living. To keep living for them. He couldn’t die. It didn’t matter how he got into this situation. He’d rather crawl in shit than die this pathetically. He’d survive his new predicament— this new life that’s been granted to him. He’d survive.

He’d definitely survive to smack these bastards in the back one day.

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Roksoo had spent weeks in that dark hell. His blood continued to flow from his body to somewhere unknown, he was paid violent visits by that lunatic, and he got weaker and weaker because of it. But his will didn’t waver for a second. Whenever someone came in to check on him, he’d mark it in his mind every time. Soon enough, he learned their patterns and found openings. He finally had a plan to escape this hell, no matter how many holes there were.. it was a chance.

With his limited information, there was only so far he could get, but somewhere deep inside him, he knew he’d manage. So, he followed his instincts. The minute his opening came, he used all the strength he had gathered and focused.

‘Concentrate. Concentrate on that feeling you’ve been accumulating, Roksoo!’

Suddenly, Roksoo felt as if he’d achieved some sort of enlightenment like the ones described in murim stories. He felt an overwhelming warmth spread throughout his body and a rush of adrenaline pumped through his veins exponentially. This power… He didn’t know where it had suddenly manifested from, but he was sure now. He could get out of here using it. His mind and body began working beyond their limits, and eventually everything around him felt like it was moving at a snails pace.

‘Instant..?’

His second ability from his past life, Instant. Time would seize and he could move freely for a short while. With a heavy cost on his body of course.

‘But this… it’s similar to instant, but it’s not completely it. I think— No, I can definitely handle this much better than what I’ve been able to before in Korea.’

His new body must’ve integrated Instant into another power. And this new power was about to help him escape. A small smirk graced his torn and bloodied face. Perfect.

Shackles that were tying his limbs down shattered beneath the little dragon’s feet in the blink of an eye, and in a literal instant he was darting across the passage with his slashed and scarred limbs.

‘Keep going. I have to keep going and get out of here!’

He was sprinting through the corridors, and if anybody had looked his way all they would’ve seen was a long, red blur. A bright light was beginning to seep in between the cracks in the ceiling of the dark man-made cave he was confined in.

‘Screw the consequences, we’re blasting through!’

With incredible speed, Roksoo was right beneath the seeping cracks of light and expanded his unused wings for the first time. His wingspan barely fit within the wide corridor as he spread them out and up, blasting off from his spot on the ground and flying like a rocket towards the ceiling. He was making it out.

Just as he impacted and the dust and debris had shot up everywhere, he spotted a few individuals standing far off in the sunlight. The most notable was a red haired main of fairly tall stature completely frozen in place by Roksoo’s sudden escapade. He wore a strange white mask over his upper face, his eyes a bright red with hints of brown. The person looked far to similar to Roksoo. His prominent crimson red and his own piercing reddish-brown eyes. They would’ve looked entirely the same if it weren’t for Roksoo’s current form.

He only locked eyes with the man for a split second, and continued shooting up into the sky. He began to hear shouts and alarms blaring within his vicinity. He had been encaged in a mountain with a large encampment stealthily surrounding it. He’d remember this exact spot.

Massive fireballs and arrows began piercing the sky in an attempt to bring Roksoo down, but he clumsily maneuvered around each and just barely grazed a few on his crimson scales. Suddenly, a blinding white spear had crossed his vision. And before he knew it, another had pierced right through his wing, tearing it open a considerable amount. Roksoo stifled the cry of pain that threatened escaping his lips, and instead gritted his teeth and continued to fly towards any kind of safety. Anything other than here will be safe, he just needs to lose these bastards first. The adrenaline rush he had originally received numbed all the pain in his body, but he knew that wouldn’t last with his current levels. He had to make use of every last bit of this power that he had in him.

He flew over an ocean and kept flying as far away as he could. Eventually he reached the mainland. The forest underneath him was dark and vast, a perfect hiding spot. He glides over the tree-line and with his remaining strength he just barely managed a suitable landing right by a flowing river. His landing was a little on the rough side and he was still so sore, but… he had finally made it out. He was successful. Now, he could truly live a slacker life! Wait— he still needs to get back at the bastards who had tortured him in the first place. Ah.. he also needs to secure enough funds for his slacker life as well.

Sigh.

Roksoo had much to do before he got to live a peaceful life.

‘But first, let’s just lay here a little while longer…’

Roksoo succumbed to his exhaustion and pain, entering a deep slumber.

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THANKS FOR READING to the end !! please let me know ur input, things i could change, add, etc, i lack a lot in this field and value ur feedback ! 😋

[popodoki]

Hey, teacher! Aka my damn motorcycle Catwin AU! Part 2! Cause I'm easily swayed x

In this AU, Edwin is a school teacher, and Thomas owns a really cool motorcycle :'')

I think its pretty clear, but just for the record: I am taking various liberties with characters etc here

I also know nothing about astrology, friends x

Edwin sighs as he looks over the latest batch of exam scores from his class.  High grades from his studious pupils as usual, lower grades from the boys who were almost equally as bright, but didn't put forth the effort. A long-standing issue, one the school board doesn’t seem half as concerned with as he is. Now alone in his classroom, Edwin hears the final bell, the ensuing floor-shaking exodus of students to the open air. He leans back in his seat, vowing to try to come up with some sort of solution to this problem later.   

He packs some essays to read, homework that still need to be graded, into his briefcase, retrieves his coat from the rack in the corner on the way to the door.  He very much needs a nice cup of coffee. 

"Hey, Mister Edwin!" A loud shout echoes from the end of the hallway, and Edwin frowns, to himself, turning to face the student that the other teachers have affectionately likened to a bird.   

"Mr. Finch, I have repeatedly told you to call me Mr. Payne. Not to refer to me by my first name, and especially not within the school grounds." 

The teen has the grace to look apologetic, yet in pure young-spirited fashion, physically shrugs off the comment just a moment later. “I’m sorry Mr. Payne. But I have good news for you!  Check it out!"  The young man pulls a thick book out of his shoulder bag, flips it open to a page, bookmarked with a grey and blue checkered bit of laminated paper, thrusts the turned book and open page at Edwin, near bouncing with anticipation.  Edwin bends his head and glances, inspects the writing, charts and scribbles. It's a large astrology analysis.  On the top of the page, written in bold letters is 'Capricorn'. Below, Edwin skims through a far too large amount of text, even for an avid reader, and regrettably still unwillingly picks up phrases such as ‘You’re in the market for a partnership, and you might be pleasantly surprised, Capricorn.’, ‘Any existing relationship can deepen through dialogue.’ or ‘Saturn favours staying power, so look for a plus-one who’s in it for the long haul.’ Edwin skims faster, rereading the same few sentences to stall, making an estimate of a more natural seeming amount of time to read a prediction of his love life, from an astrology tome held up by a fifteen year old. 

Next to all of this utter tripe, is a note stating 'check star alignment!'   

Edwin can't help but smile, still, at the student’s obvious enthusiasm for the subject.     

"Isn't that great news?" Monty Finch asks him with an answering smile, "Not only does your horoscope predict it, but I did in fact check, of course, and the star alignment today is also very favourable.  Know what that means?" He adds in a conspiring, whispering tone. 

"You have a bit too much free time and need to be assigned more homework?" Edwin asks, with a hint of a smile still on his cheeks and a tilt of his head to accompany his teasing intention.   

The teen starts up his own analysis of the analysis, and Edwin knows if he doesn't put a stop to this conversation, Monty will keep talking, undeterred, for the next 20 minutes.  "Alright, well Mr. Finch, thank you for sharing your inspiring passion for astrology. Enjoy your weekend."  He pats the boy semi-affectionately on the shoulder, and brushes past him with long strides, beating a hasty retreat. 

"Trust in the stars, Mr. Payne!" 

Edwin tosses his brown leather shoulderbag into the passenger's seat of his car, pulls out of the school's parking lot, sighs deeply, rolls the windows down and lets the crisp air fill the car, rustle his hair.   

He passes the Allcott estate on his way into town, glances out the window at it as he passes, though he doesn't know what he expects to find. The outer gates are closed, locked, he can't really see past them, so he shrugs to himself, refocuses on the road.   

Port Townsend is one of the most affluent in the state. The people who live here have money, and they like to show it off. The school Edwin works for is a private, all-boys school that prides itself on how many of its students move on to acclaimed universities and careers pre-planned by either doting or detached parents. The houses are beautiful and scenic, most of the people are shallow and nosy.    

Edwin pulls to a stop when he finds a good parking space, a few blocks away from his favourite coffee shop. It's small, locally owned, and one of Edwin's favourite things to do is order one of their dark roasts, with a scone, that is decidedly nothing at all like a bisquit, and settle in one of the overstuffed chairs by the window while he grades papers.   

When the little bell above the door softly chimes as he walks in, he's happy to see that his favourite barista is behind the counter, studiously arranging the pastries.  "Hi Edwin!"  She chirps, and immediately sets to the task of hand-grinding the beans for his coffee.   

“Hello, Niko, good afternoon.” Edwin smiles at her and looks for a seat, settling in with a cursory glance through the window. The smile falls from his face.   

He's utterly confused, instead, looks around to see if anyone has noticed that this is happening, or if he's just imagining it. A little shake of his head doesn’t clear the vision; the sleek black and brown motorcycle parked next to the curb across from the café. The man sitting on the bench near it in the lightest definition of the word ‘sitting’, limbs spread akimbo across the furniture, head lolled back against the backrest.  

"Quite weird, right?  I gave him a cup of coffee to go, and then he didn’t actually go. He pretty much fell right to sleep on that bench. I don’t think that’s a good position to sleep in.  But, he looked so tired I don't have the heart to disturb him. And nobody has passed that bench, the bike is turned off and parked legally, so I don't think anyone minds. Have you ever seen a bike like that? I like his jacket, so cool!" Niko smiles, retrieves his scone and reaches for a mug just as the coffee finishes brewing. Edwin thanks her, but holds up a hand, silently asking her to wait as he chooses another corner of the coffee shop, making sure he can keep the bench and its occupant in his line of vision, though he can't pin down exactly why.  

Probably just the novelty of it all. Port Townsend was a town steeped in tradition, both in values and a clockwork year-round schedule. The town council kept everything pretty, decent, and calm. If Edwin was completely honest with himself, it was the reason he settled here.   

He's interrupted from his wandering thoughts, when the sound of several high-pitched voices, barely audible over the loud clacking chorus of stiletto heels on well-maintained concrete reaches his ears. 

Oh no. This is going to go really bad, really fast. 

Edwin is out of his seat, ignoring Niko’s questioning little “Edwin?”, and heading for the door before he’s even consciously considered the decision. As soon as he’s greeted by the warm air outside, he’s also greeted by the sight of one Esther Finch, and several members of the Homeowner’s Association. When that calculating gaze locks on Edwin, and stays so, Edwin spares a thought, a quick mental note, that Monty must have been wrong about the star alignment. He does not feel particularly pleasantly surprised, at all.  

[sarahowritesostucky]

📖"Alpha, Beta (& Omega)"

Story Rating: Explicit

Chapter Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1066

Pairing: Steve x Bucky

Tags: a/b/o, arranged marriage, domestic discipline, spanking, head of household, dom/sub elements, alpha Steve, beta Bucky, hurt/comfort, wedding night, alternate history, nobility/royalty au, Edwardian time period, m/f/m poly marriage, age gap (18/30), enemies to lovers

Summary: To save House Barnes from scandalous ruin, James must agree to a contracted marriage, accepting Lord Senator Steven Rogers as his Alpha, Husband, and Headship.

1. A Contract of Engagement

Chapter Summary: It’s a lost cause. His father broke the law in a massive way and got caught, and as soon as word gets out, they’ll be ousted from their Senatorial position. Bucky and his sisters will inherit nothing, and it’ll be the scandal of the century. “Please, mom” Bucky says softly. “Please don't make me do this."

Bucky sits despondently on one of the front parlor’s settees.

“Nobody,” he tells his mother, but of course she already knew that was going to be the answer to her question. Bucky hasn’t had interest in courting anyone, and nobody in society has expressed any interest in him. Not since his accident, leastways. His now-lame arm and the scarring that creeps up the left side of his neck have managed to dampen the interest he used to get from suiters. “I don’t want to marry, certainly not now. I’m eighteen for Christ’s sake.”

Winnifred sighs, the pen that she’s had poised in-hand lowering. “James, I love you and I’m sorry, but now is when you have to do it. You’re done convalescing from the accident, and thank God for that. Your finishing school is over, you need to do this.”

“Why?”

Bucky’s mother has never been one to suffer his bullshit. She shoots him a glare. “You know why. It’s only a matter of time before your father’s misconduct is made public knowledge. Once Frank Castle—”

“Don’t say his name.”

“Once that man testifies before congress, your father is sure to be ousted. Weapons smuggling, James? You’ll be completely ineligible. No one will have you.”

“No one like us, you mean. Not everyone has to marry into the Senate, mother,” Bucky snaps. “Christ, we’re probably all inbred at this point.”

“James!”

“I have plans. I want to go to university!” He throws his hands up. “Who even marries their beta first anyway? What’s wrong with this guy that he can’t find an omega?”

“Please,” his mother scoffs. “Captain Rogers is a very reputable gentleman.”

“You don’t know him!” Bucky stands up from the couch, walking restlessly over to the fireplace. “Please tell me you haven’t written to him already?” Winnifred tenses, but then she seems to steel herself and she nods tersely. Bucky curses. “Mother!”

“It needed to be done, James. There are no other prospects and Captain Rogers—”

“Ugh, stop calling him that. What’s his name?”

Winnie purses her lips. “He’s the Lord Steven of House Rogers, and you will be respectful, James.”

Bucky huffs. “Well I’m the Lord James of House Barnes and I—”

“You’re the lord of nothing!” Winnie snaps, standing up from her chair at the writing desk. She’s glaring at Bucky now. “And you never will be, if you don’t marry this man. We’re about to lose everything. Your father has seen to that. Soon House Barnes won’t exist. There will be elections—elections, James! Can you even believe it? We’ll all be common.”

Bucky looks away. “What’s so wrong with that?” he mumbles.

“Maybe nothing for you. Maybe you could manage, go off to university and make something of yourself despite it all, but think of your sisters. They won’t be able to marry well, and they’re omega, so what are they supposed to do? Take positions as shop girls? Ladies’ maids?”

Bucky’s heart lurches and his eyes shoot back to his mother, reproachful. “That’s not fair.”

Winnie’s features soften in sympathy. “I know, Sweetheart, I know.” She gets up and comes over to him, the long hem of her dress brushing the carpet as she goes. She pulls him into a hug and Bucky can’t help but to lean into her. “Oh, Bucky,” Winnie mourns, using his nickname for once. “You’ve always been such a little grownup. Sometimes I forget how young you really are. But life isn’t fair, and I’m afraid this might be where you have to start learning that.”

“Don’t make me do this, mom,” Bucky whispers into the perfumed fall of her hair, though even as he’s saying it, he knows it’s a lost cause. His father broke the law in a massive way and got caught, and as soon as word gets out, they’ll be ousted from their Senatorial position. Bucky and his sisters will inherit nothing, and it’ll be the scandal of the century. House Barnes has held one of New Jersey’s two seats since the very inception of the Senate. A hundred and twenty years of tradition, gone down the toilet because of Bucky’s reckless father. “Please,” he says softly. “There has to be something else we can do.”

“It’ll be alright,” Winnie tells him, pulling away from the hug and looking him in the eye. “I promise you. I’ve corresponded with Captain Rogers for several weeks now, and I’m confident he’ll make a good husband for you.”

Bucky shakes his head, angry all over again. “No! He won’t. How could he? I don’t even know him!”

It’s a silly argument, really, since many men of Bucky’s stature enter into arranged marriages. But even still, Bucky is beta: He’s always had this luxurious assumption that he’d be able to fool around for a decade longer than most; get educated, make mistakes, have fun. And now that he’s finally come of age and is on the precipice of actually getting to do those things, he has to go off and marry some old man he’s never met?

The reality of it is worse than a bucket of cold water to the head. “I don’t want to marry a fucking stranger,” he grumps.

“Really, Bucky. Don’t use foul language.”

“And I don’t want to marry some old man.” At his mother's raised eyebrow, he says, “Well he must be old if he’s already assumed the seat?”

“He’s young, actually,” Winnie counters haughtily. “Quite young. Thirty."

"Oh, is that all?" Bucky scowls at the carpet. Thirty, Christ. "When did he assume the seat?"

"Two sessions ago. Senator Sarah Rogers had a state funeral, James. I’d have expected you to remember it.”

Bucky waves his left arm in disdain, showing off his crippled hand. “Forgive me my 'preoccupation' these past few sessions, mother." He regrets his tone as he sees hurt flash across Winnifred's face. Dropping his hand, he sighs and looks away. "This is House Rogers of New York we're discussing, I take it?"

"The sister-seat to House Wilson, yes,” Winnie says, expression perking up as she hurries back to her desk to fetch up the stack of correspondences. “Here, I have his letters if you’d like to—”

“No,” Bucky says curtly. He straightens up and makes to leave the room. “I don’t need to read them. It’s fine. Just arrange everything and tell me when to show up.”

“Oh, Honey …”

“Don’t,” Bucky says tersely. “Just don’t. It is what it is. Guess I’m moving to New York.”

He leaves the room, and assumes that his mother writes another letter to the Lord Rogers, confirming their engagement.

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[lackablazeical]

First thing ever posted on a03 all by mah lonesome, enjoy!!!!!!

[mawrblaidddrwg]

“I’m picking the song, you’ll probably pick something shitty,” Bulma whined as she nudged Vegeta trying to get him out of her way. He slipped past her easily and shoved his coin into the machine. As he began to click through a few of the options, Bulma pressed her chest against his side to lean forward and look as well. The feeling of her body touching his and the intoxicating smell of citrus and flowers in the perfume she wore was enough to distract Vegeta and for Bulma to punch in the number selection before he could stop her. She grinned victoriously as she pulled away and put distance between them.

“You’re used to getting whatever you want, aren’t you?” He said indignantly.

She palmed one hand onto her hip, noticing that his eyes followed her every movement earnestly. She intentionally stuck her hip out with slightly more oomph than was necessary.

“And what’s wrong with that?” She asked.

“Nothing, really. But what happens when you don’t get what you want for once?”

She took a step towards him, and she noticed the way that his black eyes darted to her mouth and then did a grand tour of the rest of her without any care for how obviously he was looking. It was as though he wanted her to know that he was checking her out. The tequila between them had really taken down any of the small flimsy walls that either one had up in this little back and forth conversational foreplay. She took another step forward so that they were only a few inches apart. “Something tells me that I’m not going to find out.”

Her lips were so close to his that if either of them breathed too deeply they would touch.

“Not tonight at least.”

AU set in America in 1987. Vegeta is working under the Frieza Force when he finds out the truth about who murdered his family and rival motorcycle gang, The Saiyans. He searches for his estranged cousin, Goku, to help seek revenge for the death of their families. In his travels he comes across Goku’s friend and mechanic, Bulma. He doesn’t see any harm in taking a little detour on his road to vengeance. What could possibly go wrong?

[oddmawd]

sneak preview of the chapter 5 moodboard for The Art of Queen Sacrifice, my Doflamingo/OC fanfic

STORY SUMMARY:

In chess, a player commits “queen sacrifice” by intentionally giving up their queen to gain a significant strategic or material advantage upon the board.

But life is not a game of chess, and such strategies are easier prescribed than practiced — a lesson the princess of Mary Geoise will personally learn when she offers her hand in marriage to the Pirate Warlord Doflamingo in a desperate bid to spare her beloved kingdom from his wrath.

[Doflamingo/OC. Royalty AU. Princess!OC. Unnamed/undescribed OC for x-reader fans. BIWEEKLY UPDATES.]

READ IT HERE

[violetmuses]

Part 2 of a request! - Part I ❤️‍🩹

@thomasrunner @nelo0wesker 🏷

Despite hiding around the world for quite a while, criminal Armando Aretas finally returned to Miami and would learn this brand-new chapter of life. 

To cut his grounded time in prison, Aretas would even continue working through the Miami Police Department and officially joined AMMO's squad.

No more running.

______

Staying with Detective Mike Lowrey until further notice, Armando pulled together and headed down for breakfast, not rushing to the precinct. 

“Morning, man.” Mike still wanted to greet Aretas without pushing boundaries. Their estranged relationship proved cordial at best  now. 

“What's up?” Armando offered slightly accented English before sitting down at the kitchen table. 

“Good morning, Armando.” Mike's wife Christine, a physical therapist, smiled. 

“Hey.” Armando nodded, still not comfortable enough to grin back. 

Christine also helped Mike heal throughout the shooting recovery that took place years ago. 

“Listen, we'll eat first and just get outta here, all right?” Mike spoke up. “Don't wanna be late.” 

“Kay. Who made the coffee, though?” Aretas glanced toward Mike and Christine for a second. 

“Me.” Mike joyfully confirmed. Even Christine laughed while Armando finished the meal. 

*****

“Don't worry about Marcus. I got you.” Mike almost whispered near Armando after driving the classic Porsche to work. 

Before Lowrey and Aretas could even walk inside, one voice called out. 

“Aw, Mike! Why didn't you tell me?” Sniffing through dramatic tears, Mike's longtime partner and best friend Marcus Burnett reached the curb. 

“Please stop crying, Marcus.” Mike shook his head while exiting that car. 

Embarrassed, Armando nearly shrunk in the passenger seat to hide and even veiled further by wearing Mike's sunglasses. 

“Armando dressed like you, too.” Marcus continued anyway. “Look at the gun holsters placed on his back, Mike.” 

“Stop.” Mike repeated himself while entering the precinct with Aretas and Burnett. 

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To make this return even more unsettling, Armando noticed that fellow law enforcement officials and other staff members wouldn't talk. 

The building neatly turned silent when everyone recognized Aretas. 

Even AMMO weapons expert Kelly and tech genius Dorn looked elsewhere. 

“What the hell’s wrong with everybody?” Marcus Burnett spoke up this time. 

“Marcus….” Mike Lowrey warns his best friend for the umpteenth occasion. 

“No, Mike. Listen, y'all. Stop tripping for five minutes, all right?” Marcus quickly defended Armando. “Focus on the job because Armando's not leaving anytime soon. You can't give up normal things just because he showed up either. He's part of our team like everybody else.”

Voices responded in all directions until Captain Rita Secada entered the precinct and headed toward that briefing room. Everyone else trailed.

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“We'll need all hands on deck regarding this new assignment.” Rita explained details while standing behind this podium. “Look for the witness described on screen.” 

Once Rita offered this large-scale viewpoint of that witness, Armando, Mike, and Marcus nearly froze. 

 You centered this case. 

*****

Shortly after that briefing concluded, everyone braced themselves for your arrival. Different officers would bring you to the police station. 

“Who does she want in there?” Armando offered the important point over your questioning. 

“Marcus and I have a much better chance of talking to her, man. I'm sorry.” Mike would never forget how you “woke up” after nearly drowning that day. 

“You're right. I'll wait.” Aretas nodded and walked toward his desk for the day. 

Mike and Marcus know exactly what happens next. Aretas could outright trigger your escape from this station. 

_______

“I know that you're scared right now, but we won't hurt you.” Mike repeated his vow from the wilderness as you sat in this horribly gray room. 

“He was looking for me.” You speak with Detective Mike Lowrey, otherwise there's no chance that you'll ground this case for yourself. 

“Who?” Mike sits up. 

“McGrath.” You reveal. 

“James McGrath is dead.” Mike answered. “We shut down his operation recently.” 

“I know. McGarth took me hostage right before Captain Howard was framed.” You exposed brand-new information. 

Mike's heart dropped and Marcus stood flabbergasted in the corner. 

“Hostage…” Mike Lowrey whispered. 

“Yes.” Your statement confirms the truth with each passing moment. 

Your fear. Running away from strangers. Not trusting anyone. On and on. 

“What do you need?” Mike asked, gently trying to ease the situation. 

“There's nothing else to do because McGarth is already dead at this point.” You shake your head, looking down. “Can I ask you something though, Detective?”

“Of course.” Mike locked eye contact with you for a reason and even stepped closer. 

“What happened to that criminal?” You bring up the question that plagued thoughts ever since you run in those woods. 

Shit! Mike silently acknowledged that you remembered Armando. 

“It's a long story…” Mike struggled to answer your question. 

“Is he still on the run?” You whispered over rumors from different places. 

“No.” Mike began. “The department will give Armando another chance, but you're not in danger. I promise.” 

“Armando?” You grounded the criminal's name this time. “Why…” 

You trailed off because Detective Lowrey spoke up again. 

“He's my son…” Mike cleared his throat and handed reality straight toward you. 

“Your son?” You can't believe how invisible cobwebs  tangled this place. 

One of the most well-known professionals in Miami fathered someone who lurked with darkness. 

“We didn't bring him for questions with you, but his name is Armando Aretas.” Mike continued speaking. 

Realization slapped you in the face! 

“Armando Aretas, the drug dealer?!” You shouted, almost leaving this chair. Even your voice resounded. 

“I knew she would react, Mike.” Marcus grumbled from the corner. 

“Shut up the fuck and help me!” Mike tried catching up with you, but failed. 

Within  seconds, you kicked that door open and found one of the back exits, immediately heading outside.  

“Shit!” Marcus finally realized the mistake of arguing. 

“I need backup! The witness has escaped our building. All units: respond to the situation immediately!” Demanding communication, Mike ran down this street. 

“She's not a fucking dog, Mike! What the hell are you doing?” Marcus shouted back and defended your reaction. 

Ignoring Marcus, Mike continued racing down while members of the AMMO squad emerged. 

“Armando, stay here!” Marcus noted Aretas over you just in time. “She escaped the building.” 

“No!” Armando refused to hide once more because anything could happen near you. Even sirens began wailing in the distance. “If she's mad, I'll deal with it.” 

On instinct, Armando races outside, leaving Marcus in the dirt. 

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“Nobody's safe!” You glance over your shoulder while bolting and realize that officers have caught up with you. “Get Aretas out of the damn building or I'm not talking again.”

“Armando won't hurt you.” Mike acknowledges you first. 

“Prove it, Mike!” You rasped, pissed off and worried at the same time. 

Moments later, Armando emerged and stepped toward you in broad daylight, not holding weapons. 

“Just tell us what happened.” Armando wouldn't stop looking at you. 

Even Mike and Marcus turned silent, waiting for the next plan here. 

“Stand down.” You took charge for once. “I can't explain everything in public.” 

Deal. Armando thought. 

******

Police tape riddled the scene while you joined Mike Lowrey's Porsche. 

While you became Mike's passenger instead, Armando crammed the back seat to dodge your glare. 

“My wife knows what happened.” Mike grounded this plan to settle everything in his home. 

“Thanks.” You nodded when adrenaline stopped for good. 

******

Parking at the house, Mike greeted Christine and stepped back, letting everyone enter. 

Once Mike locked doors and food set around this table, questioning resumes without Marcus Burnett. 

“What happened just before you were kidnapped?” Mike asked. 

“It was my birthday that night.” You remembered. “Right as I'm leaving the club, McGarth cornered me.” 

“South Beach.” Mike shook his head, already painting thoughts and images. 

“Scars?” Armando refuses to eat anything until you finish the story. 

“No physical assault. McGrath didn't hurt me, but his goons patrolled.” You don't express more. 

“How long were you there?” Armando nearly whispered. 

“I don't even know.” You almost struggled. “No lights in the room.” 

“How did you escape?” Aretas pulled this big-time question to score that previous tragedy in the water. 

“Tricked someone to help me with restraints.” You answered. “By the time McGarth hijacked your federal transport, I tried swimming away.” 

Flashbacks pulled right away and Armando's heart shattered. 

Aretas realized that McGarth controlled your every move until this point and reaching that unknown water should've marked freedom. 

You would rather die just to escape hell.

[just-b-wilde]

Yes, another poll!

If you've read this and know my other fan fiction.

Please, let me know what you think. Thank you.

Note: Here's a short story LILA on AO3. The follow-up story would have canon events from S1 and S2, but the other two series would not exist for this story and there would be alternate events. Plus, Lila would be childless. Honestly, I have some ideas for that.

[rabbithub]

Take These Broken Wings (Monster Forest!AU, 3/???)

(Not very many warning this time, Just fluff and two feathery bastards (affectionate) trying to bond this chapter.)

When Diavolo returned to the cave, he had brought a big fish with him; at this point, if the siren was likely to stay here, he would knew that he would have to make things easier. Sirens were supposed to be part of a flock, not alone like that-

However, given the current situation, he would try to adjust to this circumstance; being a harpy, he had been raised alone and eventually had to live on his own, and he knew the siren might not have had a much more... direct upbringing.

After going inside and walking toward the nest where the siren slept, Diavolo, without much tact, dropped the fish onto the siren; the siren woke with a screech, almost as if awoken from a deep sleep. The siren glared in confusion, half awake. "What the hell is that for?!" He growled.

"It's morning and you need to eat- I couldn't hunt a human, so this will do." Diavolo answers, tone flippant. "I doubt the corpse from last night is fresh enough to eat, anyhow."

The siren looked at the fish with confusion, before eating quietly with a low growl. Minutes passed as he tore into the fish, with Diavolo a bit proud of his effort; so far, it was good enough that the siren was eating and not trying to sleep to death from such a tradegy. Eventually, the siren finished the fish, looking a little grateful at least. "Thanks." He mumbles, still feeling a little dejected.

"Of course." Diavolo answered, still unsure how to broach the topic of... what he saw earlier; it felt like it was too much too soon.

The siren looked away a bit, lengthening the awkward silence for a few more moments. "I'll leave your home soon-"

"No." While the word Diavolo uttered wasn't a threat, the tone only sounded as if it were, his concern bleeding into anger. "No... it's alright if you stay here longer. You need rest."

Diavolo could see that the siren was a bit confused and shocked, but nodded silently in agreement. "If you say so..." The siren mumbled, curling back up to sleep. Diavolo was a bit sad that there wasn't much he could do, but he was not an expert on grief; it might take some time for the siren to feel less of it, let alone want to sleep most of the day away.

As he left to walk and clear his head, Diavolo couldn't help but feel a little worried for his guest. 'There's nothing I can do for the moment, except let him rest and adjust to all this.' he told himself.

A few hours later, Diavolo managed to bring two more fish back to the cave; he hadn't managed to track or hunt down any humans today, so the fish would have to do for now. He was surprised when he saw the siren much closer to the entrance, seeming to immediately raise his feathers in surprise before trying to act as if he wasn't waiting in the area. "I wasn't just- waiting for you to come back-" the siren hissed, tripping over his words rapidly. "I was only looking out-"

"You don't have to explain yourself." Diavolo answered, a little irritated. "I only went outside for food for both of us." He handed the siren one of the fish before tearing into the other one. He could see the siren reluctantly eat, still somewhat wary; granted, it only had been a day since he had gotten there, so it would take time for them to get used to each other.

~

Diavolo quietly preened his feathers as he prepared to sleep; he was still somewhat worried about the siren's grief- while he had never experienced the loss of any family, let alone a large flock, he realized he needed to help the siren navigate through it. 'As far as I know, sirens do not live alone well.' he thought, pulling out a loose feather from his wing. 'He possibly needs company at this point.'

Diavolo could hear the siren singing to himself, perhaps to soothe himself and help ease his grief; while Diavolo himself tried to ignore the melody, he found himself drawn to it, helplessly walking to where the siren was. The moment the siren saw Diavolo walk close, he bristled slightly. "...what is it this time?" The siren murmured, a little annoyed yet at the same time... saddened?

"I- I heard you singing." Diavolo admitted, blushing. "You sound-"

"Please don't try to flatter me." The siren interrupts, blushing. "I know my voice isn't sounding great right now." Trying to ignore Diavolo's presence, he began preening himself as a distraction.

"It- it sounds fine." Diavolo replied, stepping closer; it felt as though he were in a trance, yet lucid enough to understand what was happening. The siren seemed to notice, quickly swatting at Diavolo to snap him out of it.

"Geez, I really didn't think my singing would affect you, too..." The siren whined, still annoyed as he returned to preening himself. "I guess harpies aren't immune to this sort of thing either." Diavolo shook his head, as if regaining his senses once more.

"I..." Diavolo felt quite embarassed, blushing as this... little flaw was pointed out. "I didn't expect to be in thrall to your singing, for the record. It just... happened." This response made the siren laugh bitterly after a few awkward moments, as if amused by Diavolo's answer.

"I can't believe an 'apex hunter' just fell victim to my song like that without me even trying!" The siren cackles, obvious amusement in his voice. "That's absolutely fucking rich-"

"If you could not rub salt in the wound..." Diavolo growls, face entirely red as he covered it with his wings; he felt even more ashamed as the siren kept laughing, but he wasn't going to attack- this was much too petty a thing to fight about.

Eventually, the siren's bitter laugh calmed to a dull snicker. "Honestly, I'm surprised it even works on all harpies- there was only one other harpy that fell for my singing-" He stopped suddenly, seeming embarassed. "N-never mind, I was just rambling." he mumbles, tone mortified.

Diavolo raised an eyebrow, almost intrigued. "What do you mean, one other harpy fell for your song?" He asked, tone soft.

"Just- just forget it- she was way out of my league anyway-"

"You have a bad time of lying." Diavolo smirked, close to teasing. "I know you were gloating a few seconds ago-"

"Only because I knocked you down a peg or two!" The siren whined, hiding his face. "It's not as fun when I'm made fun of!"

DIavolo stifled his laughter, amused; this siren wasn't taking to trusting him well, but he could be a bit... charming when he wasn't trying to claw his face off. "You are much less intimidating when you are flustered like this." he said, leaning a bit toward the siren's face, only to recieve a connecting swat in return.

'Alright, I may have deserved that.' Diavolo told himself, wisely backing away whilst holding his cheek; he couldn't feel any blood coming from where the siren scratched him, it still stung a bit. The siren, however, was somewhat mortified, as if not expecting to actually hit Diavolo. "...I'll leave you be for now." Diavolo answered, if only to fill the awkward silence growing at the moment.

"Y-yeah, that's for the best right now." The siren answered back, meekly curling up on the nest to go to sleep. Diavolo quietly left the immediate area, but decided to curl up close by, in case something happened.

It... wasn't perfect, but it was a start, he supposed.

[goatcheeseandmilk]

An in progress angsty AU broppy fic i’ve been working on

Summary:

Princess Poppy invites Branch to an “end of school year” get-together to which he reluctantly agrees to attend, unknowing that the events of the night would later reveal deep feelings, emotions, and secrets that leave them both in a painful situation. Now the two of them have to make decisions that could be life changing or end up leaving them both devastated.

if you want to get your heart broken then i recommend this one :)

[moonstonelibrary]

At the Coffee Shop

☪Side Note☪

Please note that the following story that your about to read here, is NOT real, this is a story i write for one of my AUs, and a story that i wrote for fun, thank you, and have a good day.

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⚠TW: Mentions of drowning, and battery to death

💤Characters: Aurora Candy Cookie, and Dr. Evilglaze

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April 9th 1999

Aurora Candy Cookie was just done with their job, taking off their jacket in the process, they took a breath, and they did admit, Milky Way Cookie did do fine on the job with them, even though she was a bit lackadaisical at times, the time she was lackadaisical was that she was just helping a group of friends get to the library at the City of Wizard, and when they met Stardust Cookie, they befriended the poor lonely galactic cookie, and hell, even his doughnut friend, they started to worry though, where was Dr. Evilglaze? probably out in the galaxy somewhere.

"That poor dastardly space criminal.." They thought to themselves.

They went to check on Stardust Cookie, and Space Doughnut, to see if they were okay, turns out they've been playing video games to the point of sleeping, they chuckled to themselves, thank god they were okay.

They were about to make some to eat, before they could, they heard knocking on the door, they sighed, kind of annoyed that their grubbing was ruined by some random doohickey on the streets, probably one of the passengers who gave a rightful complaint, or someone else, maybe a trespasser wanting to sell something off of the deep web, but who knows.

They walked out of the door, and it was revealed to be Dr. Evilglaze, who was in his cookie form, referring to himself as E-Glaze Cookie.

"Oh, it's you, what's up?" Aurora Candy Cookie said casually, they weren't angry, or annoyed at the doughnut ball, but they weren't really expecting for him to show up, especially during the evening.

"Nothing much really, i've been doing fine myself, after i reconciled with Stardust Cookie and his two friends.." E-Glaze Cookie said with a shrug.

They talked for a bit, while still thinking of things they could do out of their boredom, then E-Glaze Cookie thought of the best idea, maybe going to that Parfaedian Coffee Shop his friend won't shut their yapper about, his friend being Espresso Cookie, the guy he met in the library, along with another cookie who was crushing on him, Aurora Candy Cookie liked that idea, not bad, so they went to the Parfaedian Café.

The Parfaedian Café

As E-Glaze Cookie, and Aurora Candy Cookie ordered their coffee, and some other things, E-Glaze Cookie was feeling a bit more of that guilt, after that ordeal at the Dream Express, Aurora Candy Cookie looked at him, with a bit of concern.

"You're silent, do you feel alright?"

E-Glaze snapped out of their silence, looking the conductor.

"Well, kind of.." He'd say back, his red eye under his monocle dimming down to a darkish burgundy, and his monocle glass was flickering a bit, already knowing what will happen if he said all of what has happened to him to Aurora Candy Cookie's face, would they think it's fake? would they be mad? would they accuse him of lying? he took a breather.

"What if i were to tell you there was something else that happened, even before, and after that ordeal at the Dream Express..?"

"Huh?"

Aurora Candy Cookie tilted their head, curious to know.

E-Glaze Cookie started with the first thing that's happened to him, he mention Super Cosmo Cookie, that dastardly, fake, wannabe "superhero" from outer space, how he would ruin his plans, even if he was on a day off not doing his usual schemes, after the ordeal at the Dream Express, he launched into the Duskgloom Sea, only for Captain Caviar Cookie to find him as he was still under the water, his cracked demon horned helmet already filled with the saltwater, causing his dough to go soggy, and causing him to gag, feeling sudden guilt for months after that vacation disturbance he caused, after he transformed into a cookie, and reconciled with Space Doughnut, Milky Way Cookie, and Stardust Cookie, then he was found again by Super Cosmo Cookie, who almost pummeled him until he was nothing but dough leaking doughnut jelly, this happened after Dr. Evilglaze met Cotton Candy Cookie, and started building a relationship with him.

he couldn't even remember if it was out of Super Cosmo Cookie's jealousy, or that he wanted more people in Crispia to feed his ego more.

"All that i could say is, even after i redeemed myself, and quit my horrible deeds, he still attacks me, and sabotages me to this very day.."

He looked away from Aurora Candy Cookie, who in return, Aurora Candy Cookie started to feel bad for E-Glaze Cookie, or in his Doughnut Ball form, Dr. Evilglaze.

they knew they shouldn't have called him a "dastardly space criminal", they sighed, hearing the word "redeemed", they gave a soft smile, even though it wasn't shown at all.

"You know, since you've actually changed for the better, and reconciled with my one of my workers, and the two wonderful passengers on my train," They started.

"I used to think you were no good, but, since you have a lover now, and you retired from your villainous schemes, you're quite the gentleman in our book."

E-Glaze Cookie looked up at the conductor, as he heard what they said.

"Quite the gentleman? really?" He said, feeling a bit validated.

Aurora Candy Cookie chuckled.

"Of course, even though you went through a lot, you've completely turn yourself around, and if Super Cosmo Cookie says some deceitful B.S, then he's definitely in the wrong for not giving you a chance to redeem yourself."

Aurora Candy Cookie then puts their hand on his shoulder.

"Honestly, i'm happy that you changed your ways, same with the passengers, and Milky Way Cookie."

Then they finished their sentence with one more thing, regarding his relationship with Cotton Candy Cookie.

"I guess Cotton Candy Cookie was right about you, you really do have a good side in you, and i'm happy for both of you.."

E-Glaze Cookie smiled a bit more, he felt warmth, and forgiveness, he sipped his Galactic Cappuccino, and exhaled.

"Conductor Aurora.."

"What's up?"

E-Glaze Cookie then gave a genuinely grateful smile.

"Thank you.."

Aurora Candy Cookie smiled back, giving him a pat on the back, sure, they were rivals from the start, but after those times that happened to E-Glaze Cookie, or Dr. Evilglaze, they became friends.

🌀⭐🌟🌜

[ovwechoes]

Shadows of Compassion: Brigitte x Reader (GN/SFW)

AU short fic where you meet Brigitte on the battlefield; you're both supposed to hate each other and in a moment that you've been trained for, you cant bring yourself to hurt her.

You lingered over her, dagger in hand. This was the moment you were trained for, and you finally had the new leader of Overwatch underneath you. She was defenceless, her limbs pinned down and all her strength used up trying to fight you before. All that was left was to end it all. Complete your mission. But you couldn't.

"You haven't won yet. Even if I fall, Overwatch never dies." she spoke softly, looking directly in your eyes. There was a fire burning behind them, fuelling her words and burning at your ideals. You were taught this would happen, as a last ditch effort to get you to drop your guard and give her an opportunity to win. You weren't going to let that happen. And yet, as your mission stayed clear in your mind, your hands remained above her chest, unable to drive the knife deep in her flesh. All you could do is watch her underneath you, with the sharp edge of your blade dancing over her now destroyed armour.

You found yourself analysing the details of her body; especially her hair. The way the reddish-brown hair surrounded her was breath-taking, as though it was effortlessly sculpted to emphasise her face. It looked soft, freshly washed. Brigitte takes pride in herself and her appearance, it's something you had always noticed but especially now. The smell of roses mixed with sweat from the fight was strong, as though she was born with it intertwined in her genes. Her very being was effortless, and all you could do was slowly admire as though this was the first time you had seen someone so... beautiful. Images Talon had shown you before the mission and whilst training could never have done her justice, and you were left starstruck.

In a moment of defiant determination, Brigitte continued to bite at you, "Stop staring at me and finish the job already! Is Talon that desperate for agents that they can't find someone who isn't afraid to kill me?" You could see in her eyes that she was growing inpatient, as though she were a rabbit being watched and played with by a wolf before being eaten alive. And yet she was still fighting; Brigitte wasn't going to give in so easily and you could see that fire inside her was growing more and more. In this moment, her once blue eyes that had an unwavering sense of resolve and warmth, were changed into something that was almost unrecognisable. Was she anxious? Angry? Annoyed? You couldn't honestly tell, but you knew she was talking to herself and calculating something in her mind, and her face spoke every word of it.

Her lips were pressed firmly together, as though they were conserving energy for another attack against you and Talon. Brigitte's jaw was clenched, like a dog ready to bite at the hand that strikes them. And yet, you couldn't help but notice how soft they were. They looked as though they were sculpted to compliment her perfectly; she definitely had the best genes in the Lindholm family. The way they were both infuriating and still alluring to you was torture - all you needed to do was drop the knife deep into her beating heart, and finish your mission. And yet, your gaze was fixed onto her lips, as though you couldn't get the feeling of what they'd feel like against yours off your mind.

And her muscles; usually you weren't phased by physical bodies - it's not something you paid no mind to. But the way hers reminded you of a roman legionary made your mind flutter with possibilities. You were left with the image of Brigitte training, her muscles flexing as she used machine after machine with droplets of sweat dancing on them effortlessly. The mental image of her drinking water to hydrate, with it dripping down her slightly exposed chest, making it wetter than it already was. Florescent lights of a gym studio making her skin glisten and shine, emphasising her strength and determination even more. It was deadly and left your mind foggy with a mixture of admiration and lust. You detested what she was doing to you by simply existing.

This toxic feeling you were inflicted with by Brigitte was spreading, like a viral infection taking over your mind and body. Your heart was racing, your mind foggy, and you were overwhelmed with the woman in front of you - defenceless, accepting her death and watching in agony as she calculated her next moves. "Keep your eyes on that and not on me. I’m not here to entertain you." She continued biting at you, but with a hint of annoyance littered in her words. Brigitte's head tilted upwards slightly, indicating she was watching the dagger hold unsteadily above her this entire time. While your eyes were left on her, she was determined to watch your weapon. You were left wondering why was she still speaking to you, when you payed her no mind to reply? Was she enjoying this? Buying herself time possibly? It helped ground you though, and you were finally thankful for her inesent need to fight however she could.

And so, you slowly brought your dagger down, piercing through clothing and you could feel the resistance you knew was her delicate but rough skin. Brigitte winced and cried out, her body jolting as you continued pushing slowly but now steadily. All you could think of now was your goal, as you kept your eyes shut. You knew if you opened them and watched her as you took her life, you'd be enamoured with her once again. You couldn't take that risk. That was, until you saw them.

Lights scattered across you both from the air, you had ran out of time. Overwatch was here and ready to ambush you to rescue Brigitte. She screamed out, continued thrashing with energy she must've conserved while you were foolishly watching her. All you could do was hurry off her; the job couldn't be completed and you couldn't risk finishing her off without Overwatch capturing you. It was vexing, to say the least, but you had no other choice. You climbed off her and began to run, with her watching you leave still laying on the ground. You left her stunned and bleeding through her armour, with laboured breaths and a scattered mind flashing in and out of consciousness. All she could do was focus on her breathing, as she was surrounded soon after by her teammates, all focused on keeping her alive and helping her back to Overwatch HQ. You watched from the shadows, making sure it was safe to go back to your own escape and back to Talon. You were ready to face the consequences, and mentally prepared yourself for the punishment waiting for you for letting a feeble woman pollute your once clear mind.

Brigitte was stained into your mind now, and you made it your new mission to understand why, and finish what was started once and for all.

[irys955]

Uh....typical reincarnation AU?

Once upon a time, Neo Arcadia was seen over by a blue God and his faithful red Knight. Under their watchful eyes, N.A was at their most flourish era.

Until one day, they both disappeared. Some said the Knight perished in battle so the God went mad with anguish, turning himself into dust. Some said the God was cursed by his nemesis to fall into an eternal slumber and the Knight started his quest to save his God again. No one knew what happened. After the fall of blue and red, the four Guardians and the God's successor took over the rule while still looking for them. At first, everything was fine, until the new ruler was consumed by greed after a long rule, N.A turned into a fake paradise.

Now, the story started in a small village...

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This is put out here, so I won't forget this idea. It has so many possibilities so yeah. But Sword of Mana was in my mind when writing this.