#Blade sof the dark

[mydysfunctionalvampirefamily]

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: pervy choso, implied chubby reader, you wearing a bikini/swimsuit,

despite how cranky you can get because of the hot weather, you do love summer more than you can admit. something about the sun beaming down on you, cold water tickling your toes, the laughter that is seemingly never endless during this time, makes you feel content.

you and your friends visit the beach on one of the hottest days of the year. its a spacious place, not filled with as many people as you were expecting there to be, but it's another group of guys there that mirrors your own group. they're all entirely too handsome for their own good, sweet and flirtatious as they offer a round of volleyball with your friends.

you stay back though, offering to watch everybody's stuff as you sit under the sun. its calm there; the sound of the waves crashing against the shore, your friends raucous laughter, their screams of fun. you lay back on your beach towel, your forearm resting over your eyes when you remember that you hadn't put on any sunscreen.

lazily, you reach over into your bag, digging around until you can find what you're looking for, squeezing some out on your hand as you lather your arms, stomach, and legs up. when its time for your back, you go to call one of your friends but hesitate. you don't want to interrupt their fun for something so small, so you snap your mouth shut as you try to scan the near area for someone to—

oh. is he apart of the guys' group? you think to yourself as you suddenly lock eyes with a very handsome, toned man. he's paler than ever, his dark hair wrapped up in two cute little buns on the top of his head, his eyes dark, his mouth pulled tight as he suddenly freezes when he realizes he's been caught.

"can you help me?" you ask kindly when the man finally blinks. you hold up the sunscreen in his direction with a smile and a tilt of your head, friendly. he only stands there for a few seconds before clearing his throat, crossing the few feet between you two as he stands before you.

"you're with that group, right?" you ask him, nodding your head over to where everyone plays volleyball. the man looks, his eyes wide, a little unnerving, before he turns back to you, nodding.

"yeah," he says plainly, sticking his hand out to shake yours. "here with my brother and some friends. I'm Choso."

you give him your name as well, before you hand off the sunscreen, flipping over onto your stomach without preamble. Choso hesitates for just a second, hopes you don't have eyes in the back of your head at how he ogles you. you're just so pretty, with your sweet smile and round ass, cellulite dimpling your skin, makes him have to adjust his hardening cock in his swim trunks.

he'd been watching you ever since you and your friends came on the beach. watched how they linked up with Yuuji and his friends, how you stayed behind, how pretty and soft your stomach looked with every breath you take. he can't believe he's so close to you now, he thinks, as he kneels over you, his knees on either side of your soft looking hips.

Choso's hands shake as he squirts the sunscreen into his palm, rubbing them together, breath heavy as he nears your skin. if he were to sink any lower, you'd be able to feel how his cock strains against the fabric, feel it rest over the curve of your ass. he restrains himself though, splaying his hands over your upper back as he slowly starts to massage the cream in. without thinking, he blurts out,

"your skin is very soft." he regrets it almost immediately, freezing in his spot over you, wonders if you'll start throwing a fit and push him off of you. but instead, you laugh, your eyes closed as you rest your cheeks on your crossed arms.

"thank you! I try to exfoliate often." you smile, eyes still shut as you sigh softly when he resumes rubbing the sunscreen on you. his palms are big and rough, as they massage it in, working over a knot you've had in your shoulder blade for entirely too long. you sigh when he kneads it out softly, body a pile of goo as Choso breathes entirely too heavy above you.

if he closes his eyes, he can imagine himself sinking right inside of you. your breathy little sigh of contentment as his tip kisses your womb, his hips snug against the curve of your ass. he can already see the way you'll look at him from over your shoulder, all low and seductive, pretty, smiling at him with a look that tells him to devour you whole.

"your hands are so nice." your voice brings him out of his fantasy, makes his jolt in place from surprise. "you ever think about becoming a masseuse?" Choso grumbles under his breath at the thought, hands toying with the back of your bathing suit as he tells himself to bite the bullet.

"never considered it. can I untie this?" he says it all in one breath, afraid that if he doesn't spit it out now, he'd lose the courage to do so. you still from under him, suddenly getting the feeling of being watched entirely too closely, of baring your jugular to a predator in the wild. but you agree nonetheless.

"uh, yeah, go ahead." you tell him quietly, barely getting the words out when he pulls the string undone. you swear you hear him sigh, goosebumps raising on your skin at the way he squirts entirely too much sunscreen on your back, the quiet groan under his breath when he rubs it in down your flank too, too close to your tits beneath you.

Choso inches further and further down, his hands gripping your waist as he kneads your skin. his cock hangs low with its hardness, barely skimming your ass, makes your eyes bolt open in surprise. but you don't say anything, just look over your shoulder at the man, whose focus is solely, solely, on working the sunscreen into the divot of your lower back, inching closer and closer to the top of your ass—

"hey, bro, come join us for a game!" a deep voice similar to Choso's rings out, suddenly pulling you both out of the trance you've fallen into. Choso's eyes snap up to yours guiltily, both of you stuck, unsure of what to do next. he's sure that you're definitely going to kick him off now, especially when you glance down and find his cock straining to get out of his swim trunks.

but instead, you signal for him to tie your top back up, licking your lips once as he shakily ties it up for you. "meet me in the unisex bathroom in a few minutes, okay? I wanna thank you for putting the sunscreen on my back."

and something tells Choso, that you'd like to do more than just thank him.

[eggluverz]

NOT A WEIRDO STALKER.

PART 5. a stalker or irresistible? [the end]

PAIRING. blade x f!reader

SUMMARY. modern au. you’re minding your own business as a research assistant and college student just trying to vibe. blade is a new team member who is somehow convinced you are trying to stalk him after all your chance encounters together. so maybe he’s a little obsessed with himself, but you find it cute anyway.

NOTE. final part!! a very short and sweet smau and it was a fun little way to explore this very chaotic story with blade :3 hehe i really enjoyed this whirlwind of a mini series and thank u all for reading!! i miss blade already t.t so def expect some more for him soon xx sof

“Have you decided what to watch yet?” 

A deep voice that sounded almost hoarse from having just woken up made you lift your head from your phone. Your new teammate and friend sat beside you on the sofa, a safe enough distance away so that you couldn’t accidentally make contact with him without meaning to. Even though Blade was sitting, his presence still took up the whole room. With his long dark hair and piercing red eyes, he was someone you couldn’t miss. 

There was no doubt in your mind he could fend off whatever was at your door. Even if it was the biggest of stray cats. 

You nodded. “I’ll go with what Dan Heng suggested! Great British Bake Off.”

Blade folded his arms over his chest. A look of annoyance crossed his face as he huffed. His eyes were narrowed and his lips were downturned, almost looking like a pout. “Why Dan Heng?” 

You tilted your head sideways. “Because he was the only one who answered the poll…” 

“I answered.”

“With a show that wasn’t an option to begin with!” you laughed, lightly nudging his arm with your elbow. “That basically doesn’t count as a vote.” 

“Wow.” He rolled his eyes but his stance softened at the brief contact. Blade unfolded his arms with a sigh, leaning back on your sofa and putting his right arm across the head rest. “Very politician of you.”

You crinkled your nose. “Fine, we can watch The 100 another time. When it’s not five in the morning and pitch black and scary.” 

“So there’ll be another time?” he mused. 

You felt your cheeks heat up as he looked at you, his stare unwavering. Was that too presumptuous of you?

Blade basked in your silence. He was in his element. With his arms outstretched and his legs wide, he manspread on your couch, his knee softly pressing against your thigh. It was warm on your bare skin, even through his sweatpants. You never liked manspreading. You always thought it was rather rude. But why did it look so attractive when Blade did it? 

“There doesn’t have to be another if you don’t want,” you said with a huff, unsure if he was teasing you or if the prospect of movie nights was really something he wasn’t very keen on. You hoped it was the former. 

“Let’s see how tonight goes first.” Blade looked mischievous, a challenging smirk on his face as he gestured you closer. You moved so that you were leaning back on his arm. “Not that there’s anything you could do that would make me not want more.” 

“Oh really?” you said, amused. “From claiming I’m a weirdo stalker to finding me that irresistible?” You paused. “Why were you so sure I was one anyway?”

“A stalker or irresistible?” 

“You know what I meant,” you laughed, pleased he didn’t shoot down your flirting like you thought he would. 

He shrugged, tapping his foot against the floor. “Well, I just started noticing you around everywhere the past few months when I’ve never even seen you before. In the same classes as me, same apartment, same lab…” 

“That does tend to happen when we’re both in the same major living in the same complex,” you said matter-of-factly. “The lab though— I’ve been in that since my second year. You just joined now. So you were the stalker in that scenario!”

Blade rolled his eyes. “Then you get my number and ask me to dinner…” 

“I told you already! I saved everyone’s number not just yours!” You were exasperated, cheeks puffing up as you defended yourself. “And the dinner thing really was just me trying to show my gratitude—”

He held his hand up, a quiet chuckle escaping his lips. “I’m only joking now. You don’t need to explain yourself. I get you weren’t secretly obsessed with me.”

You were more amused that he ever thought that instead of genuinely offended, but it still felt nice to have that cleared up. “Good.”

“Maybe now I wish you were though,” Blade whispered under his breath, surprising you. But you didn’t let your momentary shock allow Blade to take control of the entire situation. You wanted to contribute to it as well. 

You threw his earlier words back at him, eyes crinkling into a smile. “We’ll have to see how tonight goes first.” 

He nodded, pleased with your response. “We got a lot riding on tonight then, huh?” 

“It seems so.”

“Then let’s make it count.” 

taglist: @kissingkzuha @kaedear @yevene @vernith @yelshin @ceylestia @karma-gisa @elijahcrevan :) <3

[kydrogendragon]

No. 20 from the valentine's day prompts for Dreamling👀👀

This one was a painful delight <3 And very fun to write. Hope you enjoy!!!

Pairing: Dreamling Words: 757 Warnings: Unrequited Love Ao3 Link Here

Sweat sticks to Hob’s skin. The ceiling fan above provides a nice breeze in the warm, musky room. He watches fan blades spin around and around and around as Morpheus sighs and stretches languidly on the haphazard sheets. He can’t help but smile as he catches a pale limb in his peripheral vision.

This situationship, of sorts, had been going on for some time. They’d gotten together one night after both of them had consumed way too much liquor that led to them blacked out and in Morpheus’s bed. Clothes and condoms had been scattered over the floor like they’d hosted an orgy rather than just the two of them. Though, they had been blacked out. Hob still wasn’t convinced there weren’t others there that night.

They’d continued hanging out afterwards, though. Hob thinks it was his breakfast skills that won Morpheus over. Now, they grab coffee or drinks. Hob shows up to his gallery openings and helps him avoid the public. Morpheus, in turn, keeps him company on the nights he works late down at the New Inn. And they fuck, still, of course. Friends with Benefits, he supposes it’d be called, though they never really defined it as such.

“What would you say if I told you I loved you?” Hob asks, eyes still tracking the gentle whooshing of fan blades. He can feel Morpheus stiffen beside him. They haven’t ever talked about this before. Not really. The closest they got was Hob asking if he ever wanted to date anyone. Morpheus had stiffen, not unlike now, and told Hob that he doesn’t date. Told him it wasn’t worth the effort.

“Hob…” Morpheus says, that deep voice of his rumbling through Hob’s chest. 

He sighs and shakes his head. “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it. Forget I said anything.” 

There’s shuffling by his side and when Hob turns his head, Morpheus is resting on his side, his head just inches from Hob’s own. There’s a sadness to his eyes, despite the tenseness in his jaw and shoulders. “I wish I loved you,” he whispers. Five simple words dig themselves straight through Hob’s chest and bury themselves among his heart like poison. “Loving you would be easy. It would be the smartest thing I’d ever done and my life would undoubtedly be better for it.”

Hob has to turn away. There’s tears threatening to pour from his eyes already because as close as Morpheus has let him be physically, there’s always been a wall between them for anything else. He swallows, trying to push past the knot in his throat. “But you don’t.” It’s not a question. It’s a statement. 

“No.” Hob closes his eyes and takes a shaky breath in. 

“Right.” He can feel Morpheus’s eye on him. They burn like fire on his skin.

“Hob.”

He shakes his head and Morpheus goes silent. There is only the sound of the fan and Hob’s rough breathing to fill the quiet air. Moments pass. Hob expected Morpheus to not return his feelings. He anticipated him ignoring Hob’s question altogether. Somehow, though... somehow this hurts worse.

To hear Morpheus admit that he wishes he loved him back, that it’d be good for him, it was a dagger that tore through him with ragged edges. To know that the man he’s grown to love over these past years would feel the same way... if he could. But he doesn’t. And probably never will.

“You still have that gallery opening this Friday?” Hob asks, voice numb.

He hears Morpheus shuffle on the sheets. “Yes.”

“Great. I’ll keep the door unlocked for you then. I know those nights are always rough on you.” Morpheus leans up, elbow propping up his weight off the mattress. Those dark locks of his, tousled from their evening activities, falls over his face. His brows are pulled close in concern. It hurts to see.

“Hob...”

Hob closes his eyes and shakes his head. “Don’t... just. Just don’t. Please? If this is all I get of you, I’ll take it.” He opens his eyes again to see Morpheus’s soften. 

“.... okay.”

Morpheus eases himself back down and slides himself closer against Hob’s side as he usually does after sex. A pale arm is tossed carefully over his chest, hand resting above his heart. Hob places his own hand on top of it, giving it a gentle squeeze.

He knows, deep in his heart, he’ll never stop loving his man. But he can pretend, in moments like this when he closes his eyes, that Morpheus loves him too.

[wolfiemcwolferson]

Uh, sorry about this. Piarles drabble under the cut.

Pierre has his fingers of one hand tangled in Porter's collar and the other are running over and over a blade of grass.

His sunglasses are resting on his face and he can feel the bottom of the lenses pressing into his cheekbones - they'll be greasy with sunscreen and sweat when he stands up, but he doesn't plan to stand up anytime soon.

People out here say that summer slips away, but that's not the truth. Summer doesn't slip away here. Summer lingers at the door like you do when you're leaving a friend's house - moving out to the porch and the grass and then finally the car before you finally drive away.

That's what summer is in the south. It lingers for almost too long, but Pierre knows that these too warm days are going to be gone for at least a few months. He won't be able to lay on the earth and feel the heat underneath his body and he won't hear the green grass rustle together and -

Porter sits up and Pierre has to let him go, cracking one eye to look over at him - alert and aware. Pierre sits up too.

"What is it, boy?" Pierre asks at the same time he hears a truck engine - down the road, breaking his peaceful summer afternoon, but he's not expecting anyone so he stands, snapping at Porter to keep him by his side instead of bolting towards the road.

Pierre watches - waits. Sweats underneath the sun as he stands 100 yards away from his house and watches as a shiny new pickup truck turns into his driveway.

It's too expensive to be anyone he knows. It's too expensive to be here. And then he inhales sharply, thinking about that developer who had been sniffing around.

"Come on," Pierre whispers and Porter bolts - straight for the back door, all grace and speed and strength and Pierre jogs after him, pulling the greasy sunglasses off his nose and tucking them into the collar of his t-shirt.

He needed to fix the fence on the east side of the fields today, but he'd run himself into the ground last week and he deserved a day off - even if his day off started with morning chores. Still a day off, he reminds himself. Still a day off if you're off during the afternoon.

The too fancy truck doesn't stop in the driveway like most people do, no it drives right off the gravel and into the spot beside Pierre's old truck - stopping there.

The tint is too dark for Pierre to see inside, and he changes directions. Fuck going through the house, he's gonna go straight out there and see who the fuck this is.

"Porter," Pierre calls out and because he's a good dog, he trots right back, changing directions effortlessly.

He's nearly to the chicken coop when the engine cuts out and he speeds up, jogs around the side of the building, scaring the chickens in their run, which sets up the idiot goose his niece picked out, and he curses aloud.

"Hi Pierre."

Pierre's world turns over as Charles Leclerc steps out of the cab and into the dirt.

He only realizes he's stopped moving because Porter bumps his hand with his nose and Pierre looks down at him.

It's probably only two seconds. Probably.

But, time moves differently here, so he can't really be sure.

When he looks back up, the smile that Charles had when he stepped out of the truck has slipped off his face and his shoulders have dropped. Definitely not that boy Pierre had driven away from at 23 - sure of his place in a big city - sure of his life that didn't include Pierre.

That was also six years ago.

Somehow it feels like six months ago at the same time.

Pierre whistles, tries to relax his face into something friendly and he lets out a low whistle. "Nice truck you got there, Charles Leclerc. You gonna come in and have dinner and tell me all about it?"

The smile comes back immediately. Charles takes one big step away from the truck, hands shoved deep in his pockets. "I hope your cooking has gotten better."

Pierre laughs and Porter bumps his hand and and Charles takes a step towards him and Pierre takes a proper look at him - jeans that look soft and well worn at the thigh, boots that are broken in, grey t-shirt with a spot in the center of it where he's apparently sweat through. He looks good. Soft.

"I bought out the David's." Charles offers up and Pierre only stays upright because he tangles his fingers back into Porter's collar.

Charles is 15 paces from him still, but Pierre can see every micro-expression as Pierre says, "That means you're sticking around for awhile."

"I am," Charles nods. "I'm home."

It's complicated. It's complicated as hell, but Pierre has spent most of the last six years thinking Charles' was gone - that he was a blizzard - a once in a lifetime event for him. But, maybe he's like a summer.

[atlasscrumpit]

Marc Spector x reader

Stop Running

You find Marc in terrible shape, it wasn't the Réunion you were hoping for

It was 2am in the morning when your phone rang, luckily you were up writing.

Normally you wouldn't answer an unknown number, but something told you should.

"Speak." You grumbled into the phone as you heard heavy breathing.

"Y/N, long time no see." You heard a familiar voice say.

"Marc?" You questioned as you heard him chuckle softly.

He sounded badly injured.

"I'm glad you remember my name." He grumbled as you got out of bed.

"What the hell is going on?" You shouted into the phone.

"I need your help, track this call and come find me." Marc said as you groaned and rubbed your eyes.

"Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can." You replied before hanging up, you grabbed your laptop and tracked the call before you got some gear on.

Just some precautions like a knife, bullet proof vest and a gun.

You got onto you bike and set out into the early dark night.

Eventually you made it to the address and found an old warehouse.

"Seems pretty on point." You grumbled before readying your gun and heading inside.

You found it to be completely open, apart from the man you'd been looking for, in the middle of the warehouse tied up by his wrists.

"Thought you'd never show." He grumbled as you put your gun away and run up to him.

"What the fuck?" You grumbled as you rushed forward, looking at his badly injured body.

"Why haven't you summoned your suit?" You asked as you grabbed your knife out and began sawing at the rope.

"Khonshu betrayed me." He mumbled as the rope finally broke.

You did your best to support his bodyweight and helped him to lay on the ground.

You supported his head as he coughed up blood.

"That fuckin cunt." You grumbled as you assessed the cuts on his face.

"You're in shit shape but I need you to get up and onto my bike so I can get you home." You explained to him as he nodded a little.

You did your best to help him stand up, walking him to your bike.

He managed to climb onto the back of your bike and clung to your warm body as you started the bike.

After an agonising ride for Marc, you finally made it back to your apartment.

You helped him off your bike and into the elevator.

"Wasn't exactly the Réunion I was expecting us to have." You grumbled making him chuckle softly.

"I wish it was under different circumstances. But, I didn't have anyone else to call." He said as you looked at him sadly.

"You're lucky I still have a soft spot for you." You grumbled before the elevator doors opened and you helped him stumble his way to your apartment.

When you were both inside you got him on your couch and rushed around, grabbing first aid supplies.

You dumped it all beside the couch before you grabbed a stool and sat next to him.

"Where's the worst one?" You asked as he lifted up his shirt to show you a metal blade that had broken off into his stomach.

"Fuck, how aren't you dead?" You grumbled as you got your gloves on.

You quickly administered a light sedative, it was all you had.

"Okay, Marc. Look at me." You said as you got a good grip on the broken blade.

His blood shot eyes looked intp yours as you took in a deep breath with him and swiftly removed the blade, causing him to scream out in pain.

You acted quickly and pressed a towel into the wound to stop the bleeding.

"I'll need to sticth the wound up." You muttered as he nodded.

"I forgot what pain was for a while there, Khonshu would just heal me." He said as you chuckled.

"Welcome to being human again, Marc."

--

Marc eventually had passed out.

You laid on the ground below him, incase he woke up and needed medical attention.

You couldn't sleep so you decided to sit up and continue writing.

"I'm sorry I never called." You heard Marc said as you closed your laptop and looked at him.

"You had a lot going on, but you could've just told me and I would've helped." You replied as he looked at you sadly.

"I didn't want to be the reason you were in danger." He said as you chuckled softly.

"Marc, I'm a witch and a hacker. I'm always in danger. Did you leave because of Steven?" You asked as his eyes widened.

He was about to sit up when he cried out in pain.

You rushed forward and pushed him back down.

"Fucking hell, Marc." You growled as he looked up at you.

"How do you know about Steven?" He asked as you smiled softly.

"I actually met him a few times, when you would leave for weeks on end I tracked you down. I found Steven." You explained as he nodded.

"No more running, okay Marc?" You said as he smiled and nodded.

"No more running."

[dark-ice-god]

A KariBaku prompt: Listen To Me

Because I can dawg(that was supposed to be longer judging by how I imagined it)

They have different quirks here(bc I can dawg)

@itzairiii heard karibaku is your otp, that one's for you

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Bakugou Katsuki — it's about uncontrollable destruction. About ground shaking, lightning striking through the air, blades slicing through reality and matter, destroying everything on their way. About fresh, warm blood spilling on the ground, making it slippery and sticky, about eyes matching the colour of the liquid as it gets on his face, soaking once white hair into red. It's about scars that don't heal, leaving the eternal marks on his body which are hidden under the bandages.

Bakugou Katsuki — it's about betrayal. About invisible knife that was just sharpened stabbing under the ribs, piercing the young heart again and again, about despair, about losing something you can't replace. About tons of forgotten wishes and dreams turning into ashes and disappearing in the silent abyss of nothing.

Bakugou Katsuki — it's about peace that is so much needed but never comes. It's about suffering that doesn't end. It's about hope that he himself threw away, knowing he can never take it back.

All his life is a search for a spot to rest the tired mind on.

He was blessed cursed the day he stared into the rainy sky with glassy eyes, holding his side and feeling the blood leaving his body, moveless, emotionless, almost breathless, with head empty with only the buzzling sound in his ears telling him about Death coming.

It didn't take him that day. It touched his shoulder, placed its hand on the wound, held it here and left, leaving Katsuki alone again.

It was always following him. Wrapping its arms around his head, messing with his thoughts, taking his sanity away day by day as he distanced himself from his classmates.

One one day he broke and fled. That was when the voices had finally shut up.

He was left alone again, but now he had only himself. His body. His mind.

"I heard thousands of stories about you, but never hoped to meet you."

This person who was holding an umbrella was unnaturally calm after seeing him take out the entire hero group in a matter of seconds. Their hair was matching his eyes: dark and deep.

Calming.

"You need an umbrella?"

He remained silent, the sword's blade in his hand still pulsating with dim dark purple light. They only chuckled and smiled softly.

"I'll take that as no, judging by your gaze."

They took a step forward — the blade flew up, pressing against the person's neck. They raised their hand, trying to get the sword down, but he remained still, increasing the pressure.

"Alright, I got you. Sorry."

He slowly lowered the blade to their torso, watching them step back where they were. They were, indeed, strange. All calm and smiley against the villain who was wanted dead or alive in the entire world.

"Please, listen to me."

And he suddenly felt nothing but calmness fill his mind and body as he dropped on his knee, his head hung low and the arm with a sword touching the ground. The rain stopped — they walked closer, the umbrella covering both the person and him. He saw them kneel in front of him, pushing the hair from his face aside so gently that it sent goosebumps down his spine, their fingers travelling to his neck and on his shoulder, caressing it. Then they spoke in a quiet, soothing voice:

"I have no intention to hurt you and do anything bad. How can I call you? What's your name?"

He shook his head, backing up a bit — just so little that they wouldn't have to reach out their hand for him.

"I don't remember it."

"Well, if so..." they looked to the sword he was holding, "may I call you Blade?"

Blade?..

...Sounds not so bad.

New-named Blade nodded as the person finally revealed theirselves too:

"My name is Kariage, but you can refer to me as Kafka, if you like that more."

Blade nodded again. The sword dissipated, and Kafka took his hand, rubbing the palm softly. The umbrella seemed to levitate on its own as he carefully pulled Blade closer, ruffling the once spiky, now only a little bit curly, hair and rubbling soothing circles into his shoulders.

And for the first time in years Blade let his guard down, closing his eyes and allowing Kafka to pull him into a warm, safe hug, relaxing against another man's shoulder. For a moment he waited for Kafka to push him away and wake up in the middle of the rain, but that didn't seem to end. Kariage's palms were taking the pain away and-

— giving him the peace he was looking for.

Yes, maybe he could become addicted, but if that is the price for that — yes, he would sacrifice himself for it.

And if Death wants to mess his life up again — well, Blade will see it try.

[zorya-km]

"I just wanted to be like you"

Shadows of Fate — An introduction by @zorya-km

Genre: Harry Potter Fanfiction

Status: Ongoing

POV: First Person

Theme/Trope: Found family; I Am your Father; Coming of Age; Magical Prophecy; Ancient Powers; Golden Trio; OC female; Hurt/Comfort; Angst

Warnings: Non-Graphic Death, Magical Mild Violence, Anxiety

My fingers twitch with the eagerness to hold my own wand, to feel the surge of magic running through it— running through me.

Blurb:

Severus Snape's daughter, Lyra, grew up shielded from the magical world, unaware of her heritage and the shadows looming over her family's history. But when an acceptance letter to Hogwarts arrives, Lyra steps into the halls of the school, unaware that her journey will intertwine with the fate of the entire realm. As she navigates the complexities of Hogwarts life, Lyra finds herself drawn to the famed Golden Trio, embarking on daring adventures and confronting the looming threat of a wizarding war. Amidst the chaos, secrets about her family's dark legacy begin to surface, revealing a powerful ancient magic that threatens to consume her. In the enigmatic figure of her father, Severus Snape, Lyra discovers solace and guidance. Yet, Severus is burdened by his own past and the weight of long-held secrets. Together, they must navigate the shadows that threaten to engulf them, forging a bond that will shape their destiny.

Characters:

Lyra Snape: She radiates an undeniable fiery spirit, her ebony locks cascading like flames around her determined countenance. With eyes that gleam with fierce determination and a sharp wit that cuts through the air like a blade, she exudes an aura of unyielding strength and resilience. Beneath her composed exterior lies a tempestuous soul, driven by a passion for justice and a relentless pursuit of truth. Severus Snape: His angular features are often etched with a stoic expression, betraying little emotion and offering glimpses into the depths of his enigmatic soul. Despite his outwardly cold demeanor, Severus possesses a fiercely guarded heart, burdened by the weight of his past and the secrets he carries.As a former Death Eater turned reluctant hero, Severus embodies the complexity of human nature, grappling with the duality of light and darkness that resides within him. The Golden Trio: Beneath Harry Potter's unassuming exterior lies a steadfast heart, tempered by the trials of his tumultuous upbringing. His innate bravery and quick thinking make him a formidable adversary to those who seek to do harm. Hermione Granger possesses an insatiable thirst for knowledge and an unwavering commitment to justice. Her unwavering loyalty to her friends and unwavering sense of morality drive her to confront injustice wherever it may lurk, even at great personal risk. Ronald Weasley exudes an air of easygoing charm and irrepressible humour. With his infectious grin and infectious laughter, he brings a sense of levity and camaraderie to each adventure.

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September prompts — 2. Horizon ; Sofiane Kada

September song choice: Anna Leone, “still I wait”

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Life changed for you because you decided to leave. And you don’t regret that choice. You left it all behind because frankly you weren’t down for the demon shit, although distantly you were involved due to your relation to Luisa and Grandma Elizabeth (your grandfather and her were siblings) it was in your blood to be somehow. You found ways to block out the urges whenever they tried to worm their way through.

There were herbs and rituals to get them to stop but there was still a pull to not only Luisa but Sofiane as well. You didn’t want to be saved and you were not one to ask for help so it was to your surprise to find a truck pulling up to your seclusion. There you sat in your ethereal glory seated in the grass with the lake behind you and the orange sky swirled along the horizon.

You knew before you saw them. The pull simmered down as you shakily got to your feet just as they climbed out of the car. Sofiane was in the driver’s seat with Luisa on the passenger side, the back door opened too revealing victor. You stayed put as Luisa was the first to run to you, almost knocking you off your feet. She was shaking against your frame and you could hear her soft cries. She didn’t want to look at you because she knew you weren’t yourself.

They all knew they were too late. Nothing could be done and it was your fault. There was nothing you could say to ease her pain but the longer she held onto you, it seemed to give her some comfort. You rested a veiny hand against the back of her braids and shushed her while keeping your eyes locked on the two by the car.

You could feel the heat radiating from Sofiane as he flicked a cigarette to the ground. Victor on the other hand seemed unsure, which was understandable. Luisa stepped back from you but kept her gaze downwards as Sofiane stalked over to you.

“What the fuck, y/n?!”

You expected this.

“Hello to you too, Sof.”

He rolled his eyes, pulling his chin away from you for a moment before meeting your face again. His eyes scanned over your features, those dark veins were peeking out from the top half of your clothing covering your collarbones, and most likely your shoulder blade. Those veins were too familiar except one eye was now bloodshot even to the pupil.

“I’m glad you’re all here, believe it or not.” You stated, “I originally wanted to be buried and just wait it out but something told me to wait for the better.”

“This is better to you?! You’re choosing death because you were too selfish to ask me—US for help. What’s wrong with you?!” Sofiane yelled.

You glanced at Luisa who now had shaky breaths, You also noticed victor eventually made his way over, reaching out to Sofiane who shrugged his hand away from his shoulder.

“It’s the way it has to be for the three of you.” You slightly turned your body back to the horizon, you watched as the edges illuminated brighter which means time was almost up.

“Can’t there be a different method to this?” Victor spoke for the first time.

A small smile graced your lips, “we all made a deal in this lifetime so when the outcome might be the odds we must deal with it in our own way.”

“I don’t like this, y/n.” Luisa sobbed, “we’re family, you could have came back to us. We could have helped.”

“I’m helping you three even if you don’t see it right now, but you will someday.” You reached out for your dear cousin’s hand and gave it a light squeeze.

Victor and Sofiane glanced at your intertwined hands and then back at each other. You turned to Victor reaching for his hand as Luisa leaned into his side and with his sweaty one he squeezed it too. Lastly you turned to Sofiane who huffed and you dipped your head in understanding before taking a large inhale and made your move.

Each step away from them was hard. Luisa and Victor felt nothing but their heartbeats thudding in their ears and Sofiane felt like his was being forced to stop beating. He jogged after you and reached for your wrist turning you to face him. You instantly cupped his face as he peered into your eyes trying to alter what you were trying to do. The four of you were present so this could work.

They thought they were smarter as Luisa silently mumbled some chants and victor struggled to read your mind. It wasn’t until Sofiane caught you—well another version of you from his peripheral stepping fully into the lake. Rapidly he glanced back at what he thought was you in front of him until you vanished. He ran to the lake screaming with Victor and Luisa calling out to him.

The last image of you was your hair floating upwards before completely going under, it was only seconds after the bubbles rose that the lake shifted from green to black and red. Sofiane’s legs couldn’t pull him fast enough as a explosion erupted from the lake, sending him flying back to Luisa and victor.

The teens have seen many things these past few months and this could be added to the list. When Sofiane lifted his head from his arm he looked over at the lake to see that the red water rose above where the water once sat. Through the water sat the orange horizon that almost bled beneath, pulling the water to its grasp. The three teens squinted hard enough to see a silhouette, your silhouette floating but just as they had seen it you vanished.

“Move!” Victor yelled reaching to pull Sofiane back.

Luisa’s lips trembled as they all watch the water drop from the horizon and back to its original place. However it did not stay there long enough for the trio to search it as the water quickly sunk to who knows where.

A lake no longer sat in the middle of the field, it was no more just like you.

“Y/N!” Sofiane screamed as he fell backwards once again with victor and Luisa coming to his aide.

He was triggered as his screams for you to come back were unanswered. There was so much he needed to say but couldn’t and just like that…you were gone. Sofiane couldn’t believe you thought this would be the end, it wouldn’t be…no matter what sides you stood on.

Sofiane was going to do everything he could this time despite him feeling that he couldn’t due to his current pain.

He did it before for his brother and he would be damned if he didn’t try for you too.

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Child of Ren Ch.14

A/N- :( I hope you guys enjoy this chapter...let me know what you thought, take care.

Warning- violence, angst, talks of death, swearing...

Pairing- Poe Dameron x Reader x Rey, Kylo Ren x reader (platonic)

Takes place during- TROS

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Footsteps echoed in the hall, mixing with the sound of lightening booming close and far, heavy breathing sounding as the footsteps walked deeper inside the citadel. The only source of light was provided by the lightening, making the hall that more ominous.

The footsteps sounded closer than ever now and before they walked past, the crackling sound of a lightsaber turned on, the hall and you being basked by the color of the crimson red unstable lightsaber in your hand. The sound of footsteps froze, slightly jumping at the sight of you ominously coming out behind the throne. They walked closer to the only source of light provided, slowly their own features being basked by the crimson red lightbsaber, and revealing the person you already knew that it was, “Rey.”

Rey’s lips parted in surprise and confusion before she slowly mouthed your name, “Y/N.”

You mustered an unwanted mischievous smile at the sound of your name coming out of her mouth, at the sight of her trying to solve what went wrong since she saw you last.

Rey’s eyebrows knotted together as she continued, “What happened?”

“I’m embracing my true self, Rey.” You reveal with the same feigned smile, “you can too, if you join me.” Slowly you extend your hand out and offer it to her, “we both can embrace the darkness within ourselves and be who we’re meant to be. We can rule the galaxy together.” You took a step closer, your eyes glistening with tears, “join me Rey...please.”

Rey only frowned, tears filling her eyes as she came to realization on what was going on with you, the darker motive behind your question and who was behind it. The sight of you, this, the way you were standing and offering your hand. It was all too familiar.

After her moment of silence she finally managed to answer, albeit for you it was going to be a disappointing one to hear. “I can’t...this is not you, but I promise—”

“No! This is me.” You interrupted sharply whilst you balled your hand at your side, “Emperor Palpatine made me truly see it. You can be this way too. Be yourself. A Palpatine.” You didn’t even know how you knew that, you just knew...but then again your mind, thoughts and control weren’t really your own. “Join me.”

Rey let out a shaky exhale before shaking her head, “no.”

You let out a huff as you firmly clench your jaw, “so be it.” You deactivate your lightsaber, and take a careful step back as chanting starts sounding in front of you and behind Rey. Slowly she begins to turn around to examine the large crowd of disciples. All for it to stop shortly after, and for Palpatine’s loud, cold voice to echo around. One that made you unwillingly take a knee and bow your head.

“Long have I waited.” Palpatine came down, finally showing himself to Rey as she turned around once more, “for my grandchild to come home. I never wanted you dead. I wanted you here. Empress Palpatine.” He pointed to the throne before continuing, “you will take the throne. It is your birthright to rule here, and you will do it alongside the girl you love.” Palpatine turns to you and shows an evil smile, before turning to Rey once again, “it is in your blood. Our blood.”

Rey takes careful steps back with shaky breaths, all before responding, “I haven’t come to lead the Sith, I’ve come to end them.”

“As a Jedi?”

“Yes.”

“No. Your hatred. Your anger. You want to kill me. That is what I want. Kill me and my spirit will pass to you, as all the Sith live in me. You will be Empress, we will be one.” Palpatine revealed to Rey. But that wasn’t true, what he told her wasn’t true, you knew that and you wanted to tell her. Tell her that it was all a ploy to buy time, that what he really wanted was her to be dead, but you couldn’t, you needed to fight the control he had over you to warn her, even if it would cost your life you.

But you couldn’t, you put every effort in trying to get rid of him from your head. Your whole body trembled and your forehead glistened with sweat as you put every effort into it...but nothing, all you could do was stay in the same kneeling position and watch as he continued to try and convince Rey that she needed to kill him. That she had no other option because she was alone and only had him, but that wasn’t true, she had you, but you couldn’t express that, not even through the force. You had no control.

No control to react or speak, just watch. But as the ceiling above you rumbled and opened, you saw the sight of something that made you feel something, that made you react if even the quietest gasp. The sight of Palpatine’s fleet against the resistance, against your friends, against Poe. All of Palpatine’s words continued tuning out as you focused on the tragedy above you, only a single tear dropping at the sight of what you saw.

Until suddenly you felt something else, a presence....he was here.

Quickly you stood up and snapped your head towards the direction you felt him. This time you wanted to give no reaction, just hope that Palpatine didn’t feel him too, but that was wishful thinking on your part. Palpatine felt him and quickly let you know— Stop him.

Without answering Palpatine, you reached to Trudgen and the rest of the Knights of Ren— Stop him. He’s a traitor, show him how we deal with traitors.

Without hesitance Trudgen and the rest of the knights quickly reached back, radiating nothing but the same darkness Palpatine did— yes, Master.

As much as you ached to reach Kylo after sensing his presence, their was nothing you could do, but once again just watch the scene in front of you play out.

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Kylo’s presence only became stronger by the minute, signifying that he was getting closer and that he was thankfully not dead, while also increasing the conflict within you at the knowledge of having him close. And oddly enough he was the one that made you feel a fight within, a need to lose Palpatine’s control over you, not even Rey made you feel such a strong will to break the fake persona that was taking over you. Of course when you saw her arrive and when you saw her face Palpatine, saw as she followed his word to kill him made you feel something, but it wasn’t as strong as how Kylo affected you.

But seeing as she rose her lightsaber against Palpatine sparked something within you. She made it seem that she was going to strike him, but just like the emperor at your side, you were fooled as you watched her lightsaber had somehow disappeared from her hand.

However after the sudden action, the spark you felt died out, making Palpatine turn to face you with a scowl, sharing a look full of words you somehow understood. Words that forced you to pull your lightsaber from behind you, making you slowly walk down the small steps and face Rey. At first she didn’t give a reaction, she seemed to want to stand down and she was planning to, all until she saw the unstable red blade lighten your face, it was then that she knew you were being forced to fight her.

Even if you expressed no emotion, she did feel on you the same way she felt, fear and hesitance. While Palpatine only expressed a wicked smile behind you. And having no other option, Rey began to circle you to avoid hurting you, while also trying to reach your mind to communicate there, but that was impossible with Palpatine already there. But as Rey was distracted trying to reach you, suddenly you lunged at her, a move she barely blocked and pushed away.

Rey shook her head with a sad frown on her features, “I’m not going to fight you y/n. I can’t.”

“Fine.” You shrugged, “it will be easier for me then.” You rose your saber and swung down at her, only for to quickly spin-out of the way. “You can’t avoid my moves forever Rey!” You growled, whilst spinning your saber in your hand and shooting her a glare. “You chose this! You could’ve joined me!” You paced around her, and all she did was follow you with her eyes, watching intently for any move you would do.

An unrecognizable cold grin spread on your lips, one Rey got chills from, one she feared and just before she could speak on it in a blink of an eye you swung your blade upwards, barely missing her arm. She then tried to pull your saber out of your hand, but you quickly fought her attempt and forced pushed her back.

“I’m not going to fight you.” Rey repeated in a shaky voice, hoping that something in you would stop to react...but sadly you didn’t, instead you responded by rushing towards her and jumping up to strike down. A move she barely managed to block by meeting her blue lightsaber with your unstable red one, a move that caused the blades to spark at the impact, creating a violet color that basked both of your faces in its raging light.

Your eyes flickered from her and to the joined sabers, causing you to groan loudly as you attempted to push her back and away. She dug her heels to the ground, but that effort failed as Rey began to slide back inch by inch. She let out a groan before letting out a loud scream as she used her held in strength to push you back, her eyes dropping down before she met your eyes, seeing the girl she loved within, in that moment knowing she was going to fight Palpatine for what he was doing to you, for what he had planned.

As Rey was distracted again and you still had both sabers clashed together and you were going to push the sabers up to take hers away, suddenly you felt a force push you away from her. Instantly both Rey and you snapped your head towards the direction of where you felt the push come from, your eyes landing on no one other then Kylo, with a blue lightsaber in his and a completely different energy surrounding him, one that was no longer Kylo Ren.

However at the sight of him your scowl completely disappeared, the corners of your mouth flinched and your eyes expressed a relief and softness. But as quick as that appeared, it disappeared, your scowl returning once more—You kept your eyes trained on him, noticing the way he frowned at the sight of you, not because he was disappointed, but because he didn’t stop what Palpatine did to you. He wanted to walk towards you, but Palpatine caught sight of his attempts and called you to his side.

“Come child.” Slowly you did as he said, moving to stand stiffly at his side. Palpatine’s cold and wicked smile returning as he kept his eyes purposely on Kylo, taunting him in a silent way over the control he had on you, knowing that it hurt Kylo to see such a sight. But in Palpatine doing so, Rey and Kylo rose their lightsabers, both standing in a fighting stance as they saw the man in front of them. “Stand together. Die together.” Palpatine barked, before he threw their lightsabers from their hands and rose them in the air.

Palpatine then proceeded to kneel them on the floor and take some of their force energy, your scowl faltering at the sight. As that happened you noticed the way his fingers that were once deteriorating, were now slowly growing back.

“The lifeforce of your bond.” Palpatine continued, “a dyad in the Force. A power like life itself. Unseen for generations. And now the power of two restores the one true Emperor.” Suddenly he shot his arms out, taking out more of their force energy. Kylo and Rey both grunted against what was happening, against the pain, both trying to fight it, but coming out unsuccessful. All while you watched wide-eyed, your whole body flinching at the sight and at the sound of Rey’s pained screams. You wanted more than anything to help them, but you couldn’t.

Rey and Kylo shortly after though dropped to the ground unconscious, the grip on your lightsaber loosening and your shoulders dropping at the knowledge of it being done...for now.

“Look what you have made!” Palpatine rejoiced as he got up from his chair, directing his words to his chanting disciples before he looked at you, “soon I will be even greater. A child born and raised Sith would be unstoppable and powerful in every way, I would be— “suddenly he cut himself off, his head turning to see Kylo slowly struggling to stand up, once again your hard deamenor faltering. “As once I fell, so does the last Skywalker.” Without turning to you, Palpatine smirked, ��my faithful apprentice...kill the man that you call father.”

You blink to look at Kylo, feeling hesitance, but unwillingly to do anything but grip tighter onto your saber as you moved forward and answered coldly, “yes, Master.”

Kylo didn’t want too, but he had to summon his lightsaber to his hand as he backed away slowly seeing you striding towards him. He like Rey trying to avoid a fight, but also knowing it was inevitable, but he unlike her cracked a wall within, one that made you feel a small sliver of control. “You have to leave.” You begged in a low whisper, one he barely managed to hear.

“No.” He answered confidently, “I’m not leaving without you.”

Your eyes watered as you moved forwards, twirling the lightsaber in your hand, “no...you will.” In a swift move you swung down, clashing your lightsaber with his. “You have too...or you’ll have to kill me.”

His hold on his lightsaber faltered at the sound of your words, expressing emotions that before were so rare to see, “you have to regain control, just like when I taught you how to keep it,” he explained softly, your hesitation showing as you stood there with your lightsabers clashed together, “it’s the same, just do it, okay. I believe in you y/n.”

Your lip trembled as you shook your head and finally shoved him back, “kill me.” You pleaded, “before I kill you.” After those words you quickly lunged at him, something he barely managed to avoid as he threw his body back. “Please...I don’t want to kill you.”

“We’re going to get out of here together.” He assured.

Tears escaped your eyes before you stepped forward, leaving yourself wide open so he could strike. An opportunity he didn’t take, leaving you disappointed and upset. The hand that you gripped your lightsaber with began to shake as you tried to keep it at your side, as you tried to fight the battle of control in your head. Every part of you was screaming to drop it and regain your control, but the dark voice, the manipulation Palpatine had fought harder. Forcing you to lunge forward and stab Kylo with a nasty blow in his stomach.

He stumbled back at the impact, his lightsaber dropping to the floor as his eyes fell to the blade in his body and then up at you, with a look that didn’t express pain or hurt, no he made sure not to show you such thing, he didn’t want you to see that but instead he showed a reassuring look.

You then followed to hold onto his shoulder and stay frozen where you stood for a moment, letting tears flow down your cheeks while your mind couldn’t grasp what you had done. “I told you,” you cried, “why didn’t you kill me?” You deactivated your lightsaber and kept holding onto his shoulder, before whispering, “I’m sorry,” and force throwing him over the ledge. You kept your eyes glued on the ledge, just watching the place where he had disappeared to and let more tears flow down before you were forced back to Palpatine’s side, only this time left broken thanks to Kylo’s efforts.

“Do not fear that feeble attack my faithful. Nothing will stop the return of the Sith!” Palpatine boomed, before throwing his arms up and throwing force lightening towards the sky to hit the Resistance fighters. Causing something in you to snap at the sight, to remember the words Kylo or....Ben spoke... ‘I believe in you.’ So as discreetly as you could, you turned your deactivated lightsaber in your hand, inching closer to Palpatine’s side as he was distracted. Your eyes catching sight of Rey moving on the ground, but it was something you chose not to react to, you needed to stay focused on your attempts.

Again you looked up to the sky, seeing the lightning flash vividly and harshly as it hit every fighter in the sky, something that made you more determined.

‘I believe in you.’ Swiftly and quickly with a low growl you did a back hand swing, activating your lightsaber mid swing and aiming for Palpatine’s chest. Only as you awaited to hear the sound of the impact, you heard nothing but an angry snarl. You turned to face him and saw his yellow-red Sith eyes glare at you, your lightsaber only inches away from hitting his chest.

You gulped as he turned one hand to you, “foolish girl!” he seethed before redirecting a powerful hit of force lightening to you, an impact that sent you flying back and hit the floor with loud and nasty thud, instantly making you go into darkness.

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“What would your grandfather think of his granddaughter in the dark side, hmm? What will he think of the Child of Ren.”

Slowly your eyes flutter open, a warm mixture of a pink, yellow, and orange hue sunset hitting your eyes, basking the whole place you were in, in a beautiful and majestic way. A place that was definitely not Exegol. A place you also didn’t recognize at first, not until you saw a small hut in a field surrounded by green trees.

A happy smile grew on your features at the knowledge of where you were, of who you thought might be in that house. So carefully you began to rush towards it, but suddenly coming to a stop as you noticed the white silk dress you were wearing...something that you were definitely not wearing before. You pull your eyes back up to the hut before you slowly examined the area, noticing that their was no other houses, just yours. The sky was painted by the same sunset, with stars brightly shining above.

“I’m not afraid of you nor do I think you’re a monster, you’re anything but that,”

This is—it’s weird....when you pay closer attention to the noise, you hear voices speaking words from your past, like the planet, the trees were playing your memories.

“I’m Poe. Poe Dameron.”

You begin to panic, muttering to yourself a question you knew no one was going to answer, “where am I?”

“but for now we’re just, Rey from nowhere and Y/N from somewhere.”

Again you walk towards your home, finding only some piece in mind as you hoped that Ben was in there.

“y/n, I love you, and not by a chance in hell was I going to let you go back. We’re going home.”

You let out slow exhale as you stand inches from the door to your home, hearing the last words of your past memory play out before you walked in.

“what you seek you already found, it lies before you. Just let the light shine through to see clearly, when you do that’s when you’ll finally know.”

When you walk into your home, you’re welcomed by the smell of sweet honey, the smell of the forest, of burning wood in the chimney, overall just the smell of your home before. You don’t question why this place is here, since the last time you came to your home planet your home was gone. All you do is continue walking through it, making it to the living area and seeing people you didn’t expect or hoped would be here, instead you saw people that were gone and had been gone for a long time...

“Father? Mother?” You gasp.

They both turn their heads away from their books to look at you, bright smiles growing on their faces as they took notice of you standing there with them. You don’t move from where you stand, but they move from where they were, pulling you in for a tight embrace.

“We’ve been waiting for you, little star.” Your father spoke.

You’re left speechless at what you were seeing, what you were experiencing, causing you to take too long to return their embrace, but once you did you didn’t want to let them go.

“What’s going on?” You whisper as they part away.

Your mother smiles, the same eyes that matched your own giving off a happy sparkle, “you’re here with us now, we’re finally together.”

You shake your head still not comprehending what was going on, “I don’t understand...where’s Ben and Rey? Are they okay?”

Your fathers smile falters, “that’s not your problem anymore, your child and you can live at peace now—”

“What? No, I-I” you pause as you remember what you had done to Ben before, in Exegol. “But, Ben is he okay?”

“Don’t you think the sunset is beautiful, y/n?” Your mother changes the subject, walking to the window and opening the curtains, “it’s like this everyday. Why don’t you join us and read a book? Check on your friends later, okay? What you went through was painful and tiring, just rest and take it easy.”

“You’ll be fine now, with us.” Your father assured you, “no more pain, lies or wars, just peace and happiness. You may have not enjoyed life as I wanted you to, or stayed as long as I hoped, but you’ll be okay now.”

Your eyes widened and tears roll down your cheeks as you realized what was going on, where you were and what had happened...you died— “my-my child? Where is my child?”

You’re mother smiled sweetly, “he’s sleeping, don’t worry, Palpatine can’t take him like he took you, not anymore.”

You ran your hand through your hair and sat down, trying to grasp the idea of you being dead, the idea that you were never going to tell Poe of what you wanted to tell him, the idea that you were never going to see him, Finn, Rey or Ben. You were gone now...forever. You draw in a slow breath before looking up at your parents—at-least you’re with them now, you were seeing them once again. You part your lips to say something, but only stop as you feel the house begin to shake, the clear view of your house and parents slowly unfocusing.

“What’s going on?” You question as you jump to your feet and go to them. “What’s happening?”

Your father cups your cheeks, his brown eyes gleaming with tears, “it seems that you’ll get to live the life you deserve after all.” He then pulls you in for a hug, “enjoy it okay, little star? take care of that kid of yours. We love you, forever and always. Until we meet again.”

You sob into his shoulder, pulling yourself away just far enough to get one last look at them before they both disappear, before you disappear too.

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Once again your eyes flutter open, only this time you’re not met by beautiful colors of a sunset or by a green forest. All you see is darkness and feel the same chill Exegol provided. You expect to be on the cold ground, but you’re not, instead you feel yourself being carried, lifted. It’s until your eyes slowly focus do you see Ben before you, a relieved look expressed on his features. You smile at the sight and sit up on the ground. feeling no pain or the weight of before in your mind, you felt free now, which only meant that Palpatine was gone. Finally.

Ben showed a warm smile as he saw you, a happier and less guarded look expressed in his eyes now, the pained and dark presence of Kylo Ren no longer there.

“Ben.” You grin.

He proceeds to cup your cheek with his right hand, a grin much like your own replacing the warm smile from before. You want to say a lot to him, you have to say so much and as you’re about to start, something instantly felt wrong, something clicked in your head...you had been hurt, you had died and now you were alive and well, feeling better then ever. He had been hurt, you had stabbed him and threw him over a ledge and....he healed you, that was obvious which only meant one thing....he was dying.

You frown, tears pooling your eyes and blurring your sight, “no. No. No. Ben.” You cry.

Again he only smiles, showing no pain, only reassurance, “I’m sorry, babygirl.” He begins to gently stroke your cheek with his thumb.

“please Ben, don’t. You can’t.” You plead, “I still need you, you can’t leave. Please don’t leave me. We- we can go anywhere, just you and me, just please don’t leave me.”

“I love you.” Words you’ve been wanting to hear for years were suddenly said but as they did they felt wrong. “You weren’t my kid, but I loved you like if you were and I’m sorry I did what I did. I killed your real father, caused you pain and for that I’m so sorry, I hope you forgive me.” He placed a light kiss on your forehead before he rested his own on yours, tears of his own rolling down his cheeks, “I love you so much.”

Slowly you move your hands to rest them on his, but as you do, his hands just like the rest of him vanish, leaving nothing behind but the clothes he wore. Leaving without hearing what you still needed to say to him, leaving just like your parents did.

He was gone...just when he had finally showed the real him, just when he had came back.

(REY’s P.O.V.)

Rey watched the last interaction y/n and Ben shared quietly, tears streaming down her own cheeks. Not only because she felt like part of her had died, but because y/n had just lost Ben, someone she really loved. She just like Rey watched as he had vanished into nothing, but unlike her, y/n stayed there on her knees, watching the place he had been last, as if she was waiting for something to happen or someone to appear. She just stayed there and Rey did nothing but let her have her time to cry, mourn and process what happened.

It took a while, but it was a while she didn’t hurry. Once y/n stood to her feet, Rey suspected to see tears, but their wasn’t any, y/n’s face looked blank....expressionless. Seeing such a thing baffled Rey, but she didn’t comment on it, only listened as y/n spoke quietly, “we can go.”

Rey nodded and led the way back to the ships, silence surrounding the both of them the whole way back. It wasn’t until the ships were a couple feet away that y/n stopped in her steps and quietly called to Rey, a call she didn’t hesitate to listen.

“Rey.”

Said girl turned and looked to y/n, approaching her in careful pace, afraid that if she was too harsh, y/n would leave or not want to speak her mind. When Rey got close enough, y/n blinked to meet Rey’s gaze, quickly pulling her in for a tight hug thereafter, a hug Rey didn’t hesitate to return.

“I’m going to be okay,” Y/N muttered, “we both are, Okay?” She then pulled away from the hug, showing a small smile that seemed almost forced. “I love you, Rey.”

Rey smiled, “I love you too, y/n.” y/n showed a more genuine smile before she completely pulled away and walked towards the ship ben had came on. Before either of them closed their doors, Rey spoke once more, “let’s go home.”

Y/N didn’t respond with any words, just a simple nod before she closed her fighters door and disappeared inside her ship.

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The reunion between Rey and her friends after she landed on base was emotional and sweet. Finn, Poe and her shared a hug that brought tears and happiness as they knew that it was all over. The war was over once and for all. And as they broke away they just needed one person, y/n.

Poe noticed her absence and turned to Rey with a hopeful smile, “where is she? Where’s y/n?” He looked through the crowd of people to catch sight of her, but found nothing.

Rey looked around before her attention focused on Poe again. “She was flying right behind me, she should be here in a minute.” Rey hoped.

All three of them waited for y/n to arrive, but as time passed and the crowd of fighters dispersed, y/n didn’t arrive.

“Rey, where is y/n?” Poe asked again, his smile gone and worry showing, “she’s okay, right?”

Rey nodded, “she is.”

“Poe, Kylo died, you have to give her time.” Finn tried to assure his friend.

“Ben.” Rey corrected, “Ben’s gone.”

“Right, sorry.”

“No,” Poe remarked, “she would’ve been here by now.” He turned his eyes away from the sky and turned them to Rey again, anger and impatience now showing within him. “Where is she?”

“I-I don’t know.” Rey shrugged.

Poe sighed, “You don’t know? You were with her.”

“I was and she was behind me—”

“Why didn’t you get in the ship with her? Why didn’t you make sure she was actually fine?!” Poe fumed, running a hand through this curls, “you just let her leave by herself! What if she got hurt—”

“Poe!” Finn shouted, “stop man. It’s not Rey’s fault, so don’t blame her. Just calm down and give y/n time, she’s going to come.”

Poe sat down next to his friend and nodded, offering Rey a quiet apology, “I’m sorry.”

Again they all waited and waited, but y/n never came.

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DAN HENG

i. operation: dog food

modern au. in which you are trying to save a stray dog and dan heng sees you lurking around front of his door.

ii. the interns

modern au. in which you view your internship as a competition and dan heng is simply attracted to all your hard work and determination.

iii. hot and cold

roommate au. in which dan heng runs hot and blasts the air conditioner to keep cool, and you feel like you’re living in the arctic.

iv. starry night bakery

bakery au. in which the cute baker down the street catches your eye and you decide to become a regular to keep seeing him.

v. blind dates & hidden feelings

march 7th sets you up on a blind date with gepard and dan heng finds himself feeling jealous when he sees the two of you on a date together.

vi. we really were timeless

dan heng does not want to remember his previous reincarnation, but there is one part he doesn't want to let go of forever— you.

vii. like me better?

you want to braid dan heng's hair and he wonders if you like him better in this form.

viii. something shiny this way comes

dan heng wants to face part of his past by walking around xianzhou luofu with you, but he freaks out when he notices you are no longer by his side.

ix. after all this time

you were the great imbibitor lunae's disciple. he trusted you with his life and you with his. but when the time came, you weren't able to save him. what happens when you run into his reincarnation years down the line?

x. no time to waste

school au. dan heng's a workaholic, you're the only one who can get him to look away from his work, and jing yuan thinks the two of you just need to get together.

xi. should've been there

you and dan heng are exploring the xianzhou luofu and you get surrounded by a group of assassins who want to hurt you to get to dan heng. you decide to teach them not to mess with your partner. 

xii. stars fading but i linger on, dear

dan heng has been having dreams about you. they started off good—like a fairytale even. but soon he’s been getting the feeling something is wrong. you’re trapped and alone and can’t escape. dan heng wonders if his dreams are telling him something. and if they are…what is there for him to do?

xiii. dragons and daffodils

you impulsively walk into a tattoo shop, see a gorgeous man with blue eyes and a dragon tattoo along his arm, and immediately decide you need to get a tattoo from him now. 

xiv. light in the darkness

dan heng has an extreme fear of the dark and the astral express experiences a power outage. thankfully, you are there to help him through this.

xv. gifts from the heart

dan heng sees a plushie of him at a vendor booth at belobog. he doesn’t understand that craze of “cute” things himself but perhaps you will like the gift.

BLADE

i. not a weirdo stalker [smau]

modern au. in which you are a college student trying to vibe and blade thinks you are crazy obsessed with him.

ii. everything i need

idol au. in which you’re feeling down about not seeing your boyfriend in a few months and blade takes time out of his busy tour schedule to surprise you.

JING YUAN

i. taste of the universe

in which jing yuan occasionally gets tired of being general and you are there to cheer him up.

ii. lady fu’s matchmaking service

fu xuan thinks the lonely general needs to go on a date, and you are just the person she wants to set him up with.

iii. the general needs a break… and a mooncake

the general is drowning in work, and the mid-autumn festival is the perfect excuse to take a break.

DAN FENG

i. a stare worth a thousand words

you and dan feng were just friends. close comrades who challenged each other. but you were starting to suspect that just friends don't stare at each other like this...

HEADCANONS

❀ dan heng x f!reader college au

❀ halloween with dan heng, jing yuan, and blade

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The Frightful Secret {Coulson}

@sigynofficial - my answer to what drove Loki to the Mind Stone and subsequent insanity.

@continuingthefamilyname - this is very marvel focused I apologize, but I wanted to share.

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@agentsterling - no need to read this if you don't want to. But since you asked about Sof...I thought I'd share.

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Tl;dr for people who don't want to read/don't know what's happening. Majority of my races (sans humans) believe in creator called Eyn Sof and that it destroyed itself to better guide the many races as their many different gods. All gods are aspects of this one Eyn Sof. It is benevolent and all loving....except that all is a lie. All of creation/multiverse is a giant experiment done to appease It. A indescribable entity that exists outside of reality. It was put into motion by It's helpers who my race see as messengers from Eyn Sof, who they think of as sentient stars, meant to watch over and guide them through life. The messengers go to great lengths to make sure no one ever knows this truth, for it will shatter anyone who learns it.

It sat before him, calm and level headed. Perhaps it knew, perhaps it understood what was stalking Inhumanes he'd been saving. 

"What are you? Why were you hovering over one of my fallen agents?"

"I am only here to help Mr.Coulson, I mean no harm. You saved one of my people, I mean to only return the favor."

Coulson nodded filing that note for later. Rosa Incara, she'd been held captive for 5 years by a madman. He'd been a renowned painter till he'd fallen off the radar some 3 years ago. 

His team had only gotten involved because his paintings held some inhumane markers - the same ones he'd felt a need to draw. 

She'd been like this, detached but cooperative. Then she'd disappeared from her cell, in the ensuing manhunt this one had shown up. Coulson didn't like to be in the dark, didn't like not understanding the bigger picture.

"Where is Ms.Rosa now Mr.?"

The man gave a thin smile and nodded.

"Right, a name, Slate. Call me Slate. She is safe, home."

"Why were you near my agent? She feels fine but -"

"She will be, she...there is much you do not know. I fear to tell you but -"

"Please, share Slate. If whatever you know will keep humanity safe then -"

"The - everything is matter yes? Stars, planets...people? It's all made of atoms and those atoms - no - no this isn't...imagine the universe is orbiting a giant blackhole, like the center of your galaxy, can you picture that?" 

Coulson was skeptical about this exercise but nodded. 

"Yes, I can picture it. Go on."

Slate nodded and looked at his hands. 

"The universe is slowly being shredded, feeding the blackhole. Don't ask how it first came to be that's all whole different explanation. Regardless, the universe is being shredded right? All of that matter needs to go somewhere. It - it goes to The Hallow Lands. Do you know it? Have you heard the term?"

Coulson nodded, he had. When he'd been stabbed by one of the Chaturi blades he'd saw the Chaturi's deepest fear - a place of never ending dread. He'd asked Lady Sif about it after he'd come back and she'd called it The Hallow Lands, a face worse than Hel. 

"I know it, yes. What's your point?"

"My people, we - we weren't much more advanced than you when we pierced the veil separating our world from It. We moved through a blackhole and decided to go deeper in it and not out. It - do you know Eyn Sof? Do you know the story the Celestials and other aliens say of it?"

He nodded Sif had been much more willing to tell this one. He hadn't been too moved by the story, he was surprised though that so many races worshiped it. 

"That it existed with us at the dawn of the universe. It wished to understand us and guide us. We wished to worship and love it but could not speak to it. So it-"

"Tore itself apart into infinite tiny pieces so it could permeate every atom, so that we could all have a tiny piece of it with us from the moment we are born till our death. This shift cracked the first universe into the multiverse we know now. Yes, yes, exactly. That - well we didn't know that the story would catch on quite as much as it did."

Coulson felt something in him shift, a piece of ice traveling from his brain and into his blood. Something about this felt wrong, as if his very being didn't want to know - didn't want to understand what he was hearing. 

He gripped the arms of his chair and took a deep breath. He began to note how reluctant this Slate had been for the last few minutes. He pushed his worry as to why down. This could help his team, could help him understand what was going on. What had been going on since he'd heard about the missing painter. 

"Slate, just tell me. This - this stopping and starting is wearing thin."

"Are you sure Mr.Coulson this knowledge isn't one you can't take back. It will be seared into the minds of all who hear it. Though I suspect you already know what I am going to say. You've been there remember?"

Coulson blinker and the panic subsided. He felt like himself again, and he knew he had this thing. 

"How do you know that? Were you a part of Operation Tahiti? Did you-"

"No, no, my people went through the blackhole Coulson, we saw It. Call it God, the Devil whatever you wish...it was beyond such simplistic names. It didn't like us there of course but we said we could help it understand everything outside of its realm. It agreed, and we got to work...I - I work as a Reaper Mr.Coulson, I take the dead to It for it to understand and study. It lives their lives, feels their pain...it has walked so many lives Mr.Coulson more than I could quantify. As to how I know? You shouldn't have tried to bring people back, your friends shouldn't have tried to bring you back..your thread had been cut and now it's been reknotted and allowed to continue. I wonder whose thread you've taken. A soldier's? A doctor's? A murder's?"

Coulson refused to look away or rise to this thing's bait. 

"Is that what Rosa was? A Reaper is that why Avery kept her locked-"

"No, no, she - she is a Sower, she gives inspiration, her kind measure the thread of each life...she shouldn't have been here. But Sowers tend to be fascinated about the lives they've measured out - she got too close...beings tend to become addicted to her and her...life-force."

Coulson just nodded, it was horrible but made sense with all the bruises she'd suffered. 

"Right, still doesn't explain why you're-"

"My race deals with the living Mr.Coulson, but there are other bits of matter, stars and planets...do you know what deals with those? We call them Pests they were from our world as well and are voracious. They can't feel anything, they've adapted too well to The Hallow Lands but they yearn for the living, for feeling and experience -"

"What are you saying Slate? That one - one of these Pests is here?"

"Yes, why do you think my kind carry scythes? It isn't for working the fields, it's to keep our threads safe from the pests who wish devour it...One had scented your anomaly and has come to take care of it...I'm here to kill it."

Coulson nodded and shuffled his papers, hoping to calm himself. He stood and asked before he could stop himself.

"What does all of this have to do with Eyn Sof? Why are you so reluctant to speak on that?"

"Because Eyn Sof as you all know it is a lie. It - it isn't evil or good, it just is. We were tasked to make a mutliverse to a particular frequency and look. Each thread weaves a giant multiversal tapestry that It watches Mr.Coulson. The frequency? It is tuned to be a massive symphony only it can hear...of course this is how we understand it. I'm sure to us it is all odd but to it we are -"

"Eyn Sof isn't real?"

He tried to ignore how his voice quivered. Wasn't this what Loki had said as he'd been dragged away? Was this what he had meant? 

Slate gave him a sad smile and shook his head.

"No, no, we needed a unifying theme and thought to slip in this story to even everything out. It is real but Eyn Sof and all the legends that surround Them aren't. I'm sorry Mr.Coulson. I implore you for your own safety, don't tell Thor or any of the other aliens you end up meeting...I'm not sure if they'd believe you. More importantly, I'm not sure if they'd allow you to go unscathed. I will need your help in tracking down this Pest once it is slain I will leave. Your world will be safe from threats like me or my kind."

Coulson nodded and turned and locked the door to the interrogation room. He was thankful he'd decided to interrogate this one at one of his hidden black sites. 

He took the tape out of the control room and destroyed it till it was a pile of ash. No one - no one needed to know what he did. 

[riverteatime]

Mafia’s fight (Demon MC, Mafia goons fic, Snatcher fic)

Author note: Mention of alcohol. Drink too much alcohol is dangerous for the health. Drink one beer one random day is good but NOT MORE.  

Ok so here’s the fic!!!

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  As the sky is grey, you walking in Mafia Town. Mafia Town is not a bad place for a walk but you are easily bother by the ressemblance of the inhabitants. Here, when someone is not from this town, everyone could see him. And it’s also work for you. Fortunally, this ‘mafia goons’ -it’s like that Hat call them- are not evil. Some of inhabitants of your former planet would have striken you since a long moment. But it doesn’t mean that they are completely pacifist because you have seen recently them fight other persons like old men. 

  They are just idiots, fools like Snatcher said. But one ask stay in your head. If they are stupid so why they have boats? They surely have some smartess behind this stupidity. 

You shock your head and you can feel something. Water fell on your head. Heck, it’s raining. And because you are a fire demon you don’t like the rain. Not because it is an opposite element of your power, well it’s true, but also because when it’s raining you catch colds and you hate to be ill.

So you have to wait under a roof of a structure.

“At-CHU” You sneeze “F***ing PECKING rain. Why I have left my planet?” And with that you start shivering. You mutter under your breath and you hug yourself to have some warm. 

Wait... Is that a bar you can see in the other side of the place. Well, you have such luck for once. You run in the direction of the bar, trying to avoid the falling water.

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   As you enter you hear the sound of a little bell hanging in the front of the door. It’s like every Mafia men who were on the place are there because of the sudden fall of the rain. As you walk in the room you can see them. Some are playing card games, other are just chatting and drinking. You sit in the front of the bar table.

“What woman stranger would like to drink?” Ask the Mafia barman

“Have you got some beer? If you have I would like to have a glass.” You say to him.

While the barman serve you the beer you turn your head to see a group of goons in front of a Tv. You can see two group, one group is wearing a blue T-shirt while the other wear red shirt. Some of them are holding signs. 

“What is this?” You ask to the barman

“Strange woman don’t know football? It’s a sport that Mafia watch on the TV. Mafia run behind a ball and shoot it to the adverse goal” Says the Mafia

“Wait... Football is a sport of my planet. How it could exist in this planet too?” You ask to the barman with a confused head.

“Mafia don’t know. Mafia is not astrologue” Answer the barman, dusting a empty glass.

You tilt your head and you remember that they are not smart enough to answer you. Well, it’s not like you love football so you just drink your beer. Key-word is trying. In fact, a large Mafia goons comes to you. You don’t see him arrive but you can smell him. And you can guess that he is much bigger than the others. 

“Hey-Strange woman! You don’t come from here?” Ask the giant Mafia goon.

“If I’m a stranger to you it’s mean that I don’t come from the city” You answer him with a serious voice.

“Mafia don’t like stranger. Mafia Town is for the Mafia.” Say the giant.

“Well I’m just drinking a beer while the rain is falling. But I want to be alone. So get lost.” You continue

“No one talk to Mafia like this. And stranger is not allowed in Mafia’s bar.”

“What you want giant pig?” You ask with a disguting voice. “If it is a fight I’m your woman”. And with that you shapeshift your hands for your two favorites fire-blades. But the giant Mafia remarks this and make a sign of stop.

“Not like this!” Says the man. And with that you are surprised. “Mafia want to adjust this with arm wrestling.”

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Meanwhile in a certain huanted forest...

“*Growl* Where she is again? She had to be here for...” Snatcher watch the clock that hanging in the wall “... For one hour! Her alarm clock had again stop, or else?” Snatcher close his book violently “That’s it! I’m going for you MC!” 

And with that the shadow teleport himself to the Hat Kid’s spaceship. The alarm ring when he arrives. The kid with her umbrella in her hand go out of her bedroom. But when she sees Snatcher she puts away her weapon.

“Hi BFF” She says with a tiny voice

“Good morning, brat! Have you seen your demoniac partner?” Asks Snatcher

Hat Kid’s tilts her head before remembering that Snatcher love to call MC ‘demoniac partner’. The kid shooks her head to say no.

“She went for a walk at Mafia Town. But she said that she is strong enough to be alone because the last time I was spying her. You want to see her for what?”

Snatcher slabs his head with his hand “Nevermind kiddo.” And with that the shadow teleport himself for a second time but now at Mafia Town

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Back to the bar...

You are sitting at a table with a Mafia man.

“Mafia have to test strange woman strengh before Mafia do arm wrestling with strange woman” Says the giant Mafia beside her.

“Ok” You say as you understood

“But no arm wrestling without prices” Continues the big man.

“What are you saying?” You asks to him with a confused head.

“Mafia mean that if Mafia win, strange woman have to give something at Mafia” Answers the giant

“And what do you want? I’m not from here so I haven’t much things with me except my power” You say to him

“Mafia is not interest by power. Mafia is strong enough to bet other Mafias. But Mafia have seen this” And with that he shows with one of his finger your locket that you wear on your neck. You are doubtful. Your locket is the most precious thing you have. Thanks to this you can control your power. Without him, it is the power who control you. Many demons have fall because their were crazy and overpowered for them. When a power is too strong, you cannot control it. 

But take no danger in the life is not a demon do the most. So you accept. “But at one condition. If I win you have to give me...” You move your head to scan the room. Wait... Is that a timepiece of Hat Kid you saw on the showcase? “This!” You shows with your finger the magic hourglass.

“Mafia say no worries”

And the strange fight begin. You put your right arm on the table and you take the hand of the Mafia in front of you. You can feel that he limit his strengh. 

“Hey! If you limit your strengh the win should be not legal!” You say to him

“Mafia don’t want to breack a arm of a lady!” He says with a smile

“I am not a lady.” You say with a cold tone

And with that your send his arm to the opposite direction, down into the table.

“Mafia is cheating, Mafia is scare to bet a strange women” Say an other Mafia man

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“Mafia is not scare, Mafia don’t want to hurt a woman” Says Mafia 1

“Get lost” With that Mafia 2 punchs Mafia 1 who fell from his chair. The giant Mafia grab them from the T-shirt. 

“Don’t punch Mafia!” Says the giant, with a evil glare. The two fighter calm down. Mafia 2 sit in front of you and grabs your arm.

“Ready?” You ask. “And don’t limit your strengh, I have more strengh then you believe”. 

And you start to fight with Mafia 2. He is more stronger than Mafia 1. But not enough. As you feel your strengh into your arm and the hand of your enemy trying to crush yours fingers, the arm of Mafia 2 try to put you down. And he is shaking and sweat from the head to his fingers. You adopt a look with no expression. You are very concentrated.

Then you feel that an opportunity comes. In fact, Mafia 2, after five big minutes, start to be tired. His arm is shaking. So you don’t wait and you put his arm down. With a painful yell, Mafia 2 fell sof his chair. 

“Strange woman is a way more strong than Mafia” He say, lying on the floor.

The giant Mafia man looks at you surprised by this. You don’t seem to be hurt by his companion. 

“Strange woman have win to fight against me. It’s a very rare luck strange woman have.” Say the giant.

“I’m used to” You say while you elevate your shoulders.

“Mafia like that” Tells the big man while he sits on the chair.

You put your arm on the table for the third time. You grab the hand of the giant Mafia and you start to force your arm. He is very strong. With a painful expression, you continue to stand but your arm is hurting. Maybe is a way too much stronger...

NO! You have to win! You don’t want to be a crazy demon who cannot control himself! For you and for Hat Kid!

You let out a beastly yell. You can feel your arm become more and more stronger and the arm of your enemy more and more weaker. And with a second yell... You put down his arm.

The Mafia community are gasping. No one had bet their chief at a arm wrestling game. And plus, you are a woman. A thin woman like this have such power in his body? The Mafias cannot believe this but you have beaten their chief.

“Mafia is impress of such power” Says the giant Mafia. But you are suddenly tired and your arm is pecking hurting you. You hold your arm with the other and you yell of hurt.

A shadow, outside the bar was watching. You haven’t see him the first time but now...

“Oh-ho...” You say at his direction.

With a dark light, Snatcher is appearing in the room. He don’t seem very happy. In fact, you can see his nails are much more sharper than the normal. And with a dark tone he say to the Mafia community.

“DO YOU HAVE A DEAD WISH...BECAUSE I’M STARVING” And with that magical purple pillars appears and blows some Mafia goon. Snatcher laugh machiavely. But you are not enjoy of this situation.

“Snatcher!” You say “Snatcher?” You ask “SNAAAAAATTTCHEEEEEERRRRRR” You scream to him to stop but he is not hearing you. “Peck!” You mutter under your breath “If you don’t want to stop so I have to stop you!” And with that you let your wing appears and you charge to him.... And you hug him. It’s very effective because he calm down instantly. 

“Hurting is bad” You say to him.

“GET OFF TO ME !!!” He screams.

“Nope. If you stop yes.” You answer

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You appologize in front of the barman and the giant Mafia for what had happen. They says that it is nothing. And they even thank you because you have lighted their day. So you walk in the direction of your favorite noodle.

“I have fix your fault” You say to Snatcher;

Snatcher growls at you and mutters under his breath. You were in danger. This fool have hurt you. Why you call this ‘a fault’? But he don’t want to tell this. No! He have another plan in mind thank to this.

“I have to go to the spaceship before Hat Kid worry about me...” You start.

But your shadowy friend grab you in his arms. You let out a surprised yell but also painful as he touch your right arm. He teleports himself to his house, right on his armchair.

“Hey!” You scream. “What did you do?” You ask again screaming.

But he don’t answer. Instead of he sit you on his lap and grab your painful arm. Even if he just touch you, you scream. “STOP” You yell. But he doesn’t stop. You try to breack free but you can’t. His tail is around your legs so you cannot move.

“If you stop screaming and stop moving I make you free” He says.

So you calm down but you let out some small yells. He grab a piece of fabric and wrap you arm on. You ask him what is he doing.

“I wrap you arm. It have to be at the right place for healing it.” He say.

“Wait! Healing?” You ask.

“Yes. Healing magic. I can heal people but it take some hours for a arm or a leg. It depend on the type of injury.” 

“I’m surprised that a ghost know how to cast a healing magic” You says surprised.

“And I’m surprised that such a powerful demon don’t know how to cast a healing magic” He answers with the same tone of you.

You smile “Don’t be so mean.” You say to him. “How long does it takes?”

“I said some hours. Geeze you don’t listen.” He answer

“At-chu” You sneeze. “Heck, I think I have catch a cold.” You say to him.

But he was not listening. In fact, he is thinking that you sneezing is really cute. “Snatcheeeer!” You call him. Suddenly he invokes a blanket and wrap you in. Your arm is hurting you. And Snatcher can feel it. So he lie you down on his body and invites you to relax. He closes his eyes to be more concentrated on your hurting while you try to forget the hurting feeling.

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Soulmates and Scars

A Klance soulmate AU where anything that happens to your skin also happens to your soulmate’s skin.

WARNING! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK: Self-harm and suicide stuff. If you are triggered by these things, please don’t read it!

The first time he found a drawing on his skin, he was five years old. It is a lot of different splotches of paint, placed there by his soulmate. When Lance sees the different reds and blues and oranges and greens, he squeals, understanding that they were his soulmates doing. He knows all about soul mates. How you are meant to be. When you do something to your skin, it shows up on your soulmate’s skin. Whether it is a drawing, a bruise, or a cut, it appears on their skin. Lance jumped up, running to his parent, showing them the artwork on his skin. They hugged him and spun him around, excitement filling the air.

Keith is five when he saw the little stick figures. He wondered about his soul mate. Who are they? What are they like? Many different questions fill his mind, and he wondered how they would meet and when they would get married and what their life together would be like. He showed his parents the doodles, and they hugged him. “Your soul mate is your best friend and the person you need to protect most in the world. Whoever they are, you will love them.” His mother had said to him, smiling. Yes, my soul mate. I will love them so much.

Lance is ten when he started to feel what his soulmate is feeling. His mama and papa told him it would happen eventually, that they would feel what they other felt. “When there is a very large emotion, a wave of feeling, you will feel what the other feels.” His papa told him. And Lance thought that he would be happy. But the first thing he felt was utter sorrow. Overwhelming emotion in his stomach and his chest. Lance screams and cries. He can’t help it. He knew something terrible happened, and he knew that there is nothing he could have done about it. The feeling came so suddenly, that he didn’t realize what was going on until he fell on the floor, screaming. He doesn’t stop crying for three days. Because he wants his soulmates pain to end.

Keith is ten when his parents are killed by a drunk driver, with him in the back seat. He didn’t realize what was really going on until he saw the flashing lights, and the paramedics trying to help him out of the car. Until he saw the blood. And Keith started screaming.

His parents were dead. He had nowhere to go. He had to live with an American couple he didn’t know. He had to watch as his parents were lowered into the ground. He had to cry himself to sleep because his mother wasn’t there to tuck him in at night. He didn’t have his father to play with him on Saturday afternoon. He was alone. With only a pen, and a soul mate to watch him draw.

They are both twelve when Keith started cutting. Lance wakes up in the morning with a sting on his wrists. When he pulled his arms out from under the pillows, he sees the thin white lines on his wrist, and he screams. His mama ran into the room, her dark brown hair still wet from her morning shower, asking him what’s wrong, why he was screaming. Lance couldn’t speak at first, he could only stare at his wrists, wondering what was happening in his soul mates life that would bring him to hurt himself. He showed his mother his wrists, and she screamed too. She grabbed his hands, causing him to wince, and started asking him questions, yelling for his papa. He just stared at the wall, silent tears crawling down his face. His soulmate was hurting, and Lance couldn’t help him.

Keith threw the bloody razor into the sink and stared at the ragged skin. He sobbed watching the cold water wash the blood away. He needed help. He knew he needed help. He just couldn’t ask for it. He had two people outside of the door and down the hall, watching some movie he had never heard of. The people who called themselves his parents. He could have gone to them. But he didn’t want to. He just couldn’t. Keith felt horrible for bringing that blade to his skin, because of how it affected his soul mate. His soul mate didn’t deserve to be hurt. They didn’t deserve to feel what Keith felt. They deserved so much better. They always tried to cheer him up by drawing pictures and asking questions, but Keith rarely answered. He felt like he was being selfish, but he didn’t want to burden his soul mate. Instead, he ignored it. Pulling the sleeves of his jacket down over his hands and pretending to smile. Because that’s all he had to do. Pretend.

When they were sixteen, Keith almost died. He tried to take his own life by overdosing on his adopted father’s heart pills. He waited until his adopted parents went out for dinner and he takes as many as he can, almost the whole bottle, and takes the two notes he wrote in his hand as he heads to his bed to lie down. One for his two adopted parents, and one for his soulmate, although they would probably never see it. He doesn’t even make it to his room and he collapses onto the floor. Keith’s adopted parents ended up having to turn around because his mother forgot her purse. They unlock the door to find Keith lying there, breathing shallowly. And they screamed.

Lance has never felt like this before. He was told by his therapist that whenever he felt his soul mate was sad, he should always tell someone. He ran into his parent’s room, around six o’clock in the afternoon, and cried. “They are so sad! Something bad is happening.” He practically screamed. Lance had many scars now from his soulmate over the years. He tried asking them questions, and but he never got much of an answer. Lance wanted to help, be they never let him in.

Lance was twenty years old. His soulmate wasn’t getting better. That same thing has happened three times in the past four years. They needed help, but they weren’t getting it. Something was wrong. Lance needed to find them. He started drawing things on his face, to see if he could find his soulmate in the crowds of people he passes every day going to school and work. He writes messages to his soulmate on his hand. Things that will make him feel like they are loved. But he couldn’t help but wonder if his soulmate even wanted him anymore. So he wrote him a letter of sorts. Soulmate, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry you have to go through whatever you are going through right now, and I really want to help you. I want to be there for you like a soulmate should. Please answer me.

I have had to carry these scars with me like you have, and I want you to know that you are not alone. If you want to, I would like to meet up. Or at least exchange phone numbers. I know I have asked in the past, but I would really like to talk to you and help you. I may not know anything about you, or even what your name is, but please answer me. Please. I love you. Lance McClain (XXX) XXX-XXXX

Keith wanted to ignore. He wanted to wash the ink away from his skin and just wish that his soulmate would leave him alone. But maybe he can help me. But Keith didn’t pick up his phone. He didn’t call Lance McClain.

Lance kicked an old tin as he walked down the sidewalk, trying to make his way through the crowd to an old coffee shop he had been going to for a while now. He was shoved violently and cursed as he pushed open the doors of the coffee shop. Altea coffee. After ordering, he sat down at his usual table and pulled out his notebook from his bag. He went to start drawing on a new page in the book when he glanced at his hand. He rolled up the sleeve of his jacket and ran his fingers along the white lines decorating his wrists. There were four new ones, made last night. His soulmate, who, after twenty years, still doesn’t have a name, was tired. Anxious. He ran the tip of the pen down his thumb, drawing a thick line.

Keith sighed as he looked at what his soulmate, Lance, was drawing on his hand. He pushed the door to Altea coffee open as he studied his left hand. Just doodles mainly. A large black line was resting under his thumb. Keith sighed again and lowered his hand. He stepped up to the counter and waited in line to get his order. Keith looked around the room and examined the different people. Maybe different faces and colors and motions.

“Order 934, ” The woman with white hair behind the counter said in a very bright voice. He thanked her, took it, and turned around to see if he could find a seat.

One boy caught his eye.

The most handsome boy he has ever seen in his life.

He had dark brown skin and dark blue eyes. A notebook lay sprawled out with different ink drawings and things written. His wrists were littered with thin white scars. And he was drawing on his left hand.

A thick line on his thumb.

Lance felt a pair of eyes on him. He turned around and saw a man with dark gray eyes, almost a purple shade. His hair was longish and black, and he had a small litter of freckles decorating his nose. He was the most handsome person Lance has ever laid eyes on. In his hand, he held a white coffee cup with the light blue Altea symbol on the side. His thumb rubs the side of the cup. A thumb with a thick black line drawn in pen. Just like he did. Lance stood, too shocked to do much else. Is that him? Is that my mysterious soulmate? The coffee cup the boy was holding fell from his hand, exploding across the floor as tears fell from his eyes. Lance walked towards him and reached out cautiously. The boy didn’t move. Lance pushed the sleeve of the boys leather jacket up and revealed harsh red cuts. They matched Lance’s. But his were deeper. And redder. Lance felt a tug in his chest. He wanted to protect this boy from the blade he was wielding upon himself. He wanted to keep him safe forever.

Keith had found him. The person who had stayed by his side for twenty years. Even though Keith hasn’t  been the most helpful. And he was beautiful. Keith pulled his arm away, and quickly covered his face, wiping his eyes and trying to take a deep breath. The boy standing in front of him, Lance, smiled softly. “And what is your name, soulmate?” The cafe was silent. Keith couldn’t even speak. He just breaths in and out, while the people in the coffee house realize what is happening. A meeting. When two people meet their soulmate for the first time. “K-Kei-Keith. Keith Kogane.” “Well, Keith Kogane, we have a lot to talk about.” “W-we… Ye-eah. We do.” Keith couldn’t stop himself. He leaps forward and wrapped his arms around Lance’s neck. Lance didn’t hesitate to hug back. The brown haired boy then burst into tears too. “I’m so sorry,” Keith whispered. Keith tucked his face into Lance’s neck and took in his scent. Lemons and honey. That was a smell Keith wanted to keep forever.