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sjyuns · 1 year ago

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🗒️ 、 INTENTIONS

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“I’d kiss you but your boyfriend’s watching,” Sunghoon mumbles, and he’s so close you can feel his breath on your lips.

He holds your gaze confidently, with a tinge of arrogance as his tongue darts out to lick his lip. You think that Sunghoon is the most annoying person in the world, because how can he look so devilishly handsome and have such an intoxicating effect on you.

It all started when he showed up unannounced and uninvited to your birthday party — still in his school uniform, tie loosened and sleeves rolled up with his blazer hanging over his shoulder.

And you should have known better than to let him charm his way into your house. “What are you doing here, Hoon?”

He loves the way his nickname rolls off the tip of your tongue, it's so addictive and he wants to record it so that he can play it again and again, even if your tone is one of spite.

“Happy birthday princess,” Sunghoon completely ignores your words, taking steps closer towards you, “now, where’s my birthday kiss?”

He’s at it again, aimlessly flirting with you. You roll your eyes, a deep sigh exiting your mouth, “it’s my birthday, Hoon.” How did he even know where you lived? You were sure you told everyone you invited not to bring him along.

“So I’ll give you a birthday kiss,” he grins, eyes glinting with mischief as he watches your facial expressions fall, ears burning red as you quickly turn around.

You hate Park Sunghoon and the unimaginable hold he has on you. “I’m going to find my mother. Do not, I swear to god, cause any trouble.”

“Your mother? It’s a little early in the relationship,” he moves swiftly to your side, arms casually slinging over your shoulder as he pulls you closer into him forcefully. “But it’s okay, I’m ready.”

Where in the world does Sunghoon get his cocky attitude from, you think as you try your best to pry and lift his arm away from your shoulder. Despite your surface indifference towards his advances, there were millions of butterflies invading your stomach at his every single action.

Before you can even try to escape, a voice calls your name and you stop to talk to Yunjin. “Park Sunghoon? What are you doing here?”

Sunghoon steals a glance at you, and he thinks you look absolutely adorable as you pout at the image of multiple people seeing you with him; given how you always seemed to have complaints about his overly flirty nature and playboy ways.

But Sunghoon hasn’t fooled around since you transferred into Decelis two months ago, a personal record for him. At first all you were was a form of entertainment, someone who had cute reactions to his smooth pick up lines.

Then it all came crashing down, when he started to feel the need to bicker with you everyday and mess up your hair every time he sees you in the hallways. And somewhere in between the blurred lines, he fell in love.

“Here to celebrate my girl’s birthday,” he cocks his head towards you, who’s palms now cover your face in sheer embarrassment. God, now it’s going to spread like wildfire. His girl?

Yunjin’s eyes widen and jaw drops, “really? You guys are together? But I thought you were with Choi Soobin.” She asks, nudging you.

Sunghoon frowns at her words. Choi Soobin? Since when? Sunghoon literally follows you around school whenever he sees you, and he’s never seen you ever talk to that boy.

“Soobin and I are just friends,” you clarify, “also we are not a couple,” your finger gesturing to you and Sunghoon as you answer the girl.

“Tomorrow we’ll be a couple,” Sunghoon cuts back into the conversation, voice loud, and he catches your surprised expression as he smirks slyly.

Though he continues the conversation without a single stutter or break, Sunghoon’s feeling utterly disgusted. Is that the kind of boy you like? Nerdy losers who can’t do anything for the life of themselves? He doesn’t really like the thought of turning into those types of boys, but whatever you want, he thinks — he’s already practised abstinence for you, he might as well go all the way.

At the same time Sunghoon wonders if you’re really that oblivious to his obvious advancements towards you. He’s made it crystal clear: dumped his girlfriend, follows you around, talks about you literally all the time, and yet you’re still clueless.

And he whisks you away before you find the chance to clarify his words again. He’s determined this time round, to make it extremely straightforward for you.

“Hoon why in the world would you say stuff like that,” you groan, hands slapping his chest. And he grins like an idiot at your touch, if this was what it took for you to initiate skinship with him, he’d be more than willing to proclaim himself as your boyfriend any day.

He places a hand on the place you’d just hit, “it’s painful,” he pouts, and you almost feel a little guilty at your harsh actions, “can you kiss it better?”

Until that. You huff, “i’m leaving,” you announce as you turn away, ready to walk right back into the crowd. Sunghoon quickly clasps his fingers around your wrist, pulling you into his chest.

Your eyes become those of a deer caught in headlights as your body is pressed firmly against his, his arms finding their way to your waist; a gentle but firm hold as he bends down.

“Wasn’t done yet, princess,” he smirks, and you feel some sort of danger looming over because Sunghoon looks like a devil enticing you to commit sin. His black hair styles perfectly like always and his red tie, due to his excessive movements, is now dropping down even more to expose his honey skinned collarbones.

The most you can muster is a mumble, “what,” and your eyes are glassy as you stare up at him, he thinks he might go insane — so close to just moving in to place a kiss on your invitingly soft lips.

“I’d kiss you but your boyfriend’s watching,” and he literally spits the term out, unable to believe he’s labelling someone else other than him ‘your boyfriend’. He knows you guys aren’t together, but just for the comfort of his heart he has to hear it again.

It takes you a while before you process his words. “He’s not my boyfriend, Hoon,” and it’s that short statement coupled with the way you say his name that really breaks it for him.

Sunghoon moves in just as you finish your sentence, and he sinks into your pillowy lips. It’s paradise on earth and he thinks he will never be able to get enough of this feeling.

“Sunghoon,” you mumble when he breaks the kiss, slightly out of breath as you look up with hazy eyes.

He chuckles, “sorry, baby, my bad. I’ll return your kiss back,” and Sunghoon doesn’t hesitate to give you another kiss, fingers caressing your waist as he pulls you closer to him.

This time it’s you who breaks the kiss, way too out of breath to even form full sentences without a few breaks in between. “You just kissed me.”

“Right, I just did that baby,” he smiles, those tiny fangs of his showcased as he gazes adoringly at you. “Actually, I’m looking for a girlfriend.” He pauses, eyeing your flushed cheeks and pink lips, “you looking for a boyfriend by any chance, princess?”

Now that you’re literally glued onto Sunghoon, you take the chance to look at him. Sharp nose, pretty moles that you could probably trace along all day, and his eyes which contrasting to his calm demeanour, held anxiousness as he waited for you to answer.

You’ve thought about dating Sunghoon before. Multiple times. Way more than you should’ve. And you never wanted to ever confess to it, because he was everyone’s crush. And not only that, he was annoying — constantly teasing you and making you flustered by his actions. You’d curse every time your heartbeat started to accelerate at his flirty words. You had thought that there was no way he’d ever like you back.

“I’m looking for a boyfriend,” you admit, letting out a soft giggle at Sunghoon’s overjoyed expression. And you decide that maybe now’s the time to get back at him, tease him a little to get him to stay on his toes, “maybe I should go find Soobin.”

His shoulders drop almost immediately and his arms wrap around your waist securely, chin resting on the top of your head. “No fucking way,” he grumbles, “you’re my girlfriend now. And I’m your boyfriend.”

“Yeah, you are,” you say, voice muffled in the embrace of Sunghoon. And you hear him giggle slightly, the rumble of his chest exposing the boyish feelings your boyfriend was currently going through, “for now.”

Sunghoon lifts his chin from your head, fingers brushing over your cheeks before they land themselves on your jaw. He tilts your chin up, “too bad my intention is forever.” And he places a chaste kiss on your lips again and again.

You are in for a long ride.

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kaylopolis · 4 months ago

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Alastor's Shadow (18+) - Chapter Seventeen

Alastor x F!Reader

Synopsis: There’s a new Overlord in town and it isn’t the Radio Demon. Six years after you fell into Hell, you have finally earned your seat at the table as Pentagram City’s newest and baddest and with the Extermination coming six months earlier than planned, it is now time to implement your ultimate endgame. After all, who doesn’t love a bit of power and chaos? Your plan brings you to the doorstep of the Hazbin Hotel as Charlie’s newest Redeemer, but who you find waiting for you will not only turn your entire plan upside down but also challenge your grab for power…

Tag List: Slow burn, rivals to lovers, eventual smut

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Author note: Dear Hoteliers,

Helluva Boss events of this chapter take place during S2E6 “Oops.”

Last transition chapter before the finale!

<3 Stay smutty

Chapter Seventeen - The Countdown

Content Warning: Minors DNI!!!!!! Mentions of abuse.

3 Days till Extermination

“Coconut mocha for Sir Pentious, soy latte for Angel, espresso for Husk, decaf for Niffty, 2% cappuccino for Vaggie, iced coffee for Charlie, and black chai for Alastor,” you spun the tray, ensuring you had everyone’s order.

Well, technically, not “order.” The crew didn’t know you were going to this extent. You woke in Alastor’s bed, the sheets long since gone cold from where Alastor’s sleeping form had once been. The Hotel crew had been hard at work early in the morning - even Husk had skipped his eye-opener glass of whiskey. So, before you had joined the crew in the foyer, you snuck past them and headed for the kitchen. The group was still uneasy around Alastor - everyone except for Husk. The cat demon never gave a fuck about anything regarding the Radio Demon.

Taking a deep breath, you and the tray made your way to the huddled group in the foyer. “I um… I made coffee?”

“Thank fuck!” Angel exclaimed. The demon rolled his shoulders and stretched the stiffness from his arms. “Momma needs a drink.”

You passed off the drinks to their respective partners, finally coming to Charlie.

“Hey,” you breathed, afraid of saying anything more. This was the first time you were encountering the Princess since the big reveal and although Charlie was always the upbeat, do-gooder of the group, you were still nervous.

“Hey, um, Aunt… Thestral… Mika-… Mickey… Aunt Mike…”

God, this was painful to watch.

“Just call me Mikaela,” you smiled awkwardly, handing her the iced coffee.

“Okay, Aunt Mikaela,” the Princess smiled softly.

“Oh…” You blinked. “No, Charlie, it’s okay. You don’t have to…” You huffed, noticing the eyes around you quickly darting away. “I have not earned that title.” Your shoulders slumped as you spoke.

You never really expected to have this conversation. You had just assumed the worst, but this was Charlie for crying out loud. She was technically family. She was a bleeding heart, so of course she’d want some sort of relationship with you. Yet, you hadn’t really thought down this avenue, thinking you’d forever stay friends and never acknowledge the elephant in the room. Especially considering Lucifer hated you and wanted nothing to do with you…

Charlie placed a hand on your arm and smiled. “I look forward to that day.”

The Princess didn’t smile because she agreed with you, she smiled because she recognized the struggle within you. She recognized that you were not ready for that, for whatever reason (~hellah guilt~), and that you needed time to come to terms with the situation.

So she’d give it to you.

“Can we get back to plannin’? I’m too hungover for this shit.” Husk grumbled.

You rejoined the group before the table, squishing yourself between the cat demon and Alastor.

“Ma cherie,” Alastor greeted you with his usual kiss of your hand that made the butterflies in your belly crazy.

“I don’t approve of this…” Vaggie grumbled as she crossed her arms.

“Yeah, yeah!” Angel shoved his way between you and Husk. “We know, Small Tits!”

The Radio Demon leaned in, finding any excuse to touch you. His shoulder lightly brushed yours, the dark fabric of his suit accenting his sharp lines. What you would give to rip that suit off of him right here…

“Stop calling me that!” Vaggie stomped her foot, but Angel continued on.

“Watya tink?” The spider demon motioned to the diorama before him.

The Hotel was drawn in pencil on a sheet of paper, small objects signifying each of the Hotel Natives. You assumed the glass of scotch was Husk, Angel was the cellphone charm, the grey feather was Vaggie, the needle was Nifty, one of the Eggs (Frank?) represented Sir Pentious, the stress ball was Charlie, and… Alastor was a cut-out music note (probably hand-drawn by Angel). Which meant you were the espresso cup.

“What is this?” You scrunched your nose.

“A battle plan!” Angel exclaimed. “Can’t go to war without a strategy. Am I right?”

You did a doubletake. “This…” You swallowed.

Angel’s smile dropped. “What? What’s wrong?” The demon analyzed the playing board.

“Well…” You handed your coffee off to Alastor. “Can I?” You waited for Angel to permit you before - quite literally - rearranging every single icon on the map. Before you were done, it was a completely different strategy.

“Wow,” Charlie smiled. “Uhm, really - really - good job! But… Can you maybe… maybe explain to those who don’t know what’s going on, what’s going on…”

Oh, Charlie, dancing around the honest truth: what the fuck were you thinking with this?

“Well…” You pointed to the scotch and phone charm. “Husk and Angel have natural chemistry.”

“Excuse me?” Husk scoffed.

“Oooooh,” Angel purred. “You hear that, Whiskers? Chemistry.” Angel leaned into Husk, the older demon rolling his eyes but not pulling away as his cheeks heated.

“They work well together, I mean.” You cleared your throat. “Angel is a medium-distance fighter, while Husk is more close combat. If the portal to Heaven opens here,” you point to the front of the Hotel. “Which I suspect Adam will do, Angel and Husk can cover the right wing. At the same time, Charlie and Vaggie can cover the left. Same concept with their dynamic. Vaggie has battle experience, and Charlie… Well…” You winced. “She’ll be well taken care of.”

“I love it,” Angel purred, leaning into Husk even more. The cat demon sidestepped, allowing the spider to fall right onto the carpet.

“What about me?” Nifty appeared beneath your legs, her head barely appearing over the table's surface.

“You are a Jungler.”

“Oh!” She laughed maniacally, “A Jungler! Uh, what’s that?”

“A Jungler,” you moved the needle to demonstrate. “Is sort of like a freelancer. You have the power to move between the two groups and work as you please.”

“Why would I do that?” The small demon tilted her head before reaching for the needle. Vaggie swatted her away.

“Because, you can take out any rogue Angel that slips past or attempts to ambush the four of them,” you explained.

“Oh, I like that!” She laughed.

“And me?” Sir Pentious stepped in.

“With your knowledge of war and supply of long-range weaponry, you’ll be right outside the Hotel, with Angel, Husk. Charlie, and Vaggie being the line between you and the Angels. You and your Egg boys…”

“Hey, that’s me!” Frank pointed out.

“... will be in charge of long-range attacks against the invading forces. You’ll be aiming for the portal opening: where they concentrate most.”

“Yesssssss, sssssssir!” The snake demon saluted. “It would be our honor!”

You huffed, “That just leaves Al and I.” You moved the music note to the front line. “Alastor is our tank. He does the best against multiple enemies at once and can take the most hits. He’s best suited for the front lines, while I…” You moved the cup to the top of the Hazbin Hotel. “... deal with Adam.”

The entire room went silent.

“I’m our secret weapon. I’d be best used against their Commander and Second in Command - Lute. I know Adam’s fighting style, which means I know his weaknesses. He won’t be much of a problem for me.” You could technically take out the entire Exorcist force single-handedly if you wanted to, but unleashing the hidden Power within you would be a stupid move. It needed to remain a secret…

The room says nothing for so long you almost question whether they have frozen in time.

A zip of static runs its way down your spine. You turn to face the Radio Demon, his pupils pinpoint and hard as steel, despite his cool demeanor, meets your gaze.

You blink, “What?”

Angel leans in and whispers not-so-quietly, “That was Smile’s plan you just messed with, Hair clip.”

Oh, shit.

No. Wait.

You crossed your arms, “You want Adam for yourself.”

Alastor laughed, his chuckles shallow and filled with static, “When you say it that way, darling, it sounds selfish. No, no! I simply wish to play my part. What would dear Adam think when Mikaela Morningstar suddenly appeared after a hundred years of silence, hmm?”

It was always so interesting how Alastor could flip his personality on a dime. He was so different with you when the two of you were alone. The Radio Demon was always just a mask, but one he wore well. It was going to take some used to - this change of pace in front of others - but part of you saw it as playful. So, you played.

Grinning, you leaned in. Alastor’s grip tightened on his cane, noting the sudden change in proximity while in public. It made him uncomfortable, but you were doing that on purpose. “Who said I’d be going as Mikaela Morningstar?”

“Oh, my!” The Radio Demon pressed a hand to his chest, his eyes feigning a spark of interest. “Had you found your cloak? I thought that shabbish thing went missing for good!”

You narrowed your eyes at him, ignoring the slight, “No, unfortunately, I haven’t, but that doesn’t mean I can’t make another one.”

“In such a short time!” Alastor leaned in, goating you despite the crowd. “My, my, what a feat that would be to pull off.”

Oh, to dance with the devil… You had one argument in your back pocket you could use that would shut Al up for good, but you would never do that. You would never tell Alastor that he sat a few rungs lower on the hierarchy of power than Adam did… It would destroy him.

So, instead, you said, “Al, I can handle him…”

“As can I.” Alastor leaned in more, his towering figure bent at an odd angle in order for you to meet him at eye level. “Laisse-moi faire mon travail, mon cœur. Let me do my job, mon couer.”

You blinked before switching to French. “De quoi s'agit-il vraiment? What is this really about, Al?”

The demon smiled, this grin lop-sided and genuine - his Radio Demon persona dropping for but a moment. “Toi, mon cœur, ça a toujours été à propos de toi. You, mon couer, it's always been about you.”

“I think…” Charlie steps in, “... what Alastor is trying to say is, it’s safer for you if you remain hidden from Heaven.”

Wait, can Charlie switch languages like an Angel could? Well, Vaggie could - she was an Angel - but Charlie was “other.” You didn’t know if she was closer to a demon or an Angel or - God-forbid - a Human Sinner at this point. She was the first of her kind - both belonging to and also not.

“I won’t hide from a fight.” You turn your energy towards her.

“You won’t be hiding, you’ll just be…” Charlie’s words ran out.

But, of course, Al popped in, “You’ll be assisting our dear Princess.” The demon placed a hand on her shoulder in support. “Keeping her safe from any harm during the onslaught from…” Al made direct eye contact with you before continuing, “your plan.”

Fuck. The entire ordeal with Lilith slammed into your mind. You made a promise that your plan would keep Charlie out of harms way and here you were, placing her on a battlefield. Fuck, Alastor was right, you were going to have to watch after her during the chaos. The fight left you then, the realization of the situation weighing down your limbs with lead.

“Fuck,” you breathed.

From the corner of your eye, you watched as Rolf switched the music note for the coffee cup, the ceramic finding its new home next to the stress ball and grey feather.

Leaving Alastor to face Adam alone…

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2 Days till Extermination

Alastor had introduced you to the most important person in his entire life, but she couldn’t be there.

As you stared at the marbled headstone, worn with age, you couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt in your gut. Had you not done the things you did, had you returned Eve to Heaven like you were supposed to, you might still be able to pass St. Peter and enter the pearly white gates. You might still be able to return Alastor to his mother instead of standing here at her grave, speaking to the tree she was buried under.

“A pleasure to meet you, ma’am,” you give a small curtsy before Alastor grabbed your hips and pulled you into him. Resting your head on his chest, you stand in silence for a while, letting the wind whip your hair and skirt in the small breeze. It was warm in Louisiana - the Extermination was right around the corner. You should have worn something lighter, but you wanted to wear something nice, something important for this moment.

Rosie had redone your wardrobe, this time unabashedly dressing you in Alastor’s colors. At your request, she redid the red and black dress you loved so much, the one with a back of black lace. Except this one was so much more. Full red with a layer of laces over a skin—colored slip. You appeared to be floating under a layer of lace before it bunched out at the hips. You wore that and a matching red ribbon in your golden hair. God, even on this side, you looked so much like Lucifer it’s a shock no one put it together the moment he stepped foot in the foyer.

“Alastor,” you breathed into his black lapel jacket. Someone, somewhere, was playing a trumpet, its brass echoing through the green meadow trapped within the heart of the city. “I need to say something.”

“Hmm,” the demon hummed.

You pulled back a little, yet still in his arms. You needed room for this part, to catch your breath. “Lilith has to die.”

It had been swimming through your mind for days at this point - since you woke in Alastor’s bed and found him smiling in his sleep.

“Oh?” Alastor’s eyebrows shot up, his smile slightly strained. You knew how he hated talking of Hell’s Queen and you knew why. “And why would that be?”

Taking a breath, you let your power slip out, just like it had that first day at the Hotel. You prodded into Alastor and, this time, he didn’t even put up a fight. You dug deep, swimming through the lake of power he had built up over the years as Overlord, until you found the center - empty.

Alastor’s Soul was missing.

“I knew something felt wrong, but I didn’t figure it out until recently. ‘To power and chaos,’ that was the last thing Lilith said to me before she took her trip top-side.”

Although you had but a moment to taste the well of power Alastor carried within him, it felt off. You didn’t know exactly how to describe it until yesterday when you were talking with Angel.

The spider demon brought you into his room and poked and prodded you about your relationship with the Radio Demon. Mostly he wanted information on the things only lover’s shared in bed, because, of course he did. Yet, the spider demon had asked you a very important question, one you never would have considered had he not brought it up.

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“So, uh…” Angel rolled onto his side atop the bed, Fat Nuggets snoozing in his arms. “I have ta’ ask this but uh, if yous was a Human Sinner, ya’ think Smiles would be all over ya’ Soul?”

You paused mid-chew of a sweet lemon square Angel had stashed in his room. After he sampled the ones you shared with him all those moons ago, the spider demon went searching for his own. Not for himself, but for the loveable blob of pink he shared the space with.

You blinked, mouth full of tartness.

Would Alastor, the Radio Demon, the man Hell-bent on the consumption of power, the architect of some of the most infamous deals in Hell, want your Soul? I mean, you imagined he would. Why wouldn’t he? The demon tried to kill you for power not that long ago, even going so far as to sink an Angelic blade into your flesh. Yet, he was a man consumed then, a veil of desire overshadowing his senses, but he broke through. Yes, you nearly destroyed half of a border town district in doing so but in the end, Alastor came back to you.

So, given the chance, would he persuade you - violently - into signing a contract to give over your Soul?

“Yes,” you swallowed.

Angel narrowed his eyes at you, “Ya’ seriously tink that, Hair clip?”

The lemon squares suddenly became too distracting. “I do. Do you know why?” You pushed the sugary delights away, clearing space for yourself physically and mentally to think this out. “Alastor nearly killed me, but he didn’t. In the end… In the end, he chose me. Had he been after my Soul, well, I’d still end up on that radio tower balcony with a knife to my throat. And it would have gone the exact same way it did the first time.”

Angel’s jaw dropped, “Wow, ya got a lot more faith in him than the rest of us evah would.”

Oh yes, Alastor would want your Soul… but what of his? Your stomach twisted.

You snort, willing the thought away, “Yeah, that’s why I’m the one getting dick and you’re not.”

The pig demon jumped as Angel exploded in a fit of laughter. “Holy shit! Okay! Okay…” He wheezed. “Okay, one last question. One last question!” The demon regained his breath. “I need ya’ to answer me seriously, gurl. Does the carpet match the drapes?”

You shoot him a dumb look. “Seriously?”

“As serious as the day I died.”

You rolled your eyes. “Anything that is said in here never leaves this room, understood?” Angel had managed to weasel a few - A FEW - details regarding your sex life. Alastor was a very private person; you knew he would hate if serious ~details~ ever got out. So, you stuck to mostly the softer topics regarding your relationship - despite Angel’s protests.

“Ya! Ya!” Angel rolled onto his back, his head dangling over the side of the bed. “You’ve reminded me like fifty fuckin’ times. Just tell me!”

You grumbled, but trusted the spider demon anyway, “Yes.”

“I knew it! RED LIPSTICK DICK!” the demon shouted.

“Angel!”

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Alastor spun you before you could read more of his face, wrapping his arms around you from behind, he dropped his head into the crook of your neck. He wasn’t hiding from you; he just couldn’t handle the way you looked at him. Not with pity - never pity - but intent, and he didn’t want that to fuel the guilt growing inside him.

The demon places a kiss on your bare skin, “Mother would have adored you.”

You breathed, a small smile forming on your face, “And I, her.”

You felt the demon smile against your skin.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, comfortable in the silence, enjoying the beautiful day. Unfortunately, all things must come to an end. The change of the weather was warming you to the point of discomfort, the humidity sticking to your skin. You curtsied to the grave and placed a kiss on Alastor’s cheek, thanking him for this moment and silently hoping for many more to come.

“Are you ready?” You snap your fingers, and the Hotel foyer beamed back at you through the crack in reality.

“I will be,” Alastor had his back to you, his hands finding his pants pockets. “I need a moment, my doe.”

My doe? That was new.

You note the stiffness in his shoulders, the sudden downturn of his smile - a thing he only ever let you see. Resisting the urge to rub the tension from his arms, you step through, giving Alastor Hartfelt a moment alone with his mother.

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The Day Before The Extermination

“Alright, bring it in!” Angel pulled the last bit of the clutter from the doorway, the chairs and tables used to barricade the doors from the torrential media outside. The media plagued you tirelessly as Velvette continued to spread her gossip to any news media outlet that would listen - which was all of them.

The media sharks had circled the Hotel guests for the past three days. Stalking them in the streets and on social media. The only time they didn’t go running after a Hotel Native was when Alastor left the Hotel with Charlie to visit Rosie in Cannibal Town. Angel was the one to suggest a barricade and he was right in doing so. The rest of you have managed to sneak out the back and circle in through the Doomsday District. It was a bitch of a walk but what else was one to do?

You were just thankful the crew didn’t resent you for it. That being said, there wasn’t really any time for that - particularly today. There was far too much to be done to prepare this place and the surrounding grounds for the onslaught you were about to face. You had the disadvantage of being sitting ducks, but the advantage of surprise.

That’s where Carmilla came in. Vaggie had somehow swung the Overlord into promising resources for your battle. This is what led you and Angel to spend nearly an hour removing the wonderful barricade to allow boxes upon boxes of sparkling weapons to be delivered to the Hotel.

Boxes and boxes of weapons which could kill you…

“You can drop those by the bar,” you informed the first demon in the line of demons carrying boxes. The demon, a praying mantis by the looks of him, eyed you weirdly but continued on with his work.

Not surprising. Velvette was saying some pretty nasty shit about you. The newest and most supported rumor was that you were sent from Heaven to spy on the inner workings of Hell in order to kill more demons off in the next Extermination. Which made sense, why would the Extermination date move up? The beheading of the Exorcist was only known to a select few - the majority of which were in the Hotel with you. The rest of the City had to put the pieces together without that information, and an Angel showing up and attempting to take down not one but four different Overlords looked - to them - to be an attack on Hell’s power system. An attempt to strip the underworld down and weaken it before the next attack.

It didn’t matter that you had actually come to Hell to empower it, to raise it up into a formidable force, to build an army to fight. You were just thankful they had moved on from topics like your sex life.

Can’t a woman enjoy power without accusations of “whoring herself out?”

Alastor also mentioned that they even interviewed Susan, but nothing was published, as everything she said was too nice and supportive. The media wanted scandal, not sweet stories about tea time with Granny.

“Sign here,” a familiar yet quiet voice rings out.

Odette.

Your heart skipped a beat as you twisted in place, your gaze finding the light-skinned demon. Surprisingly, she doesn’t look away, but instead makes her way towards you.

Was something wrong? Odette never spoke to you directly, let alone confronted you alone, ever since the incident on Extermination Day. She was a soft spoken woman before, now she had gone completely silent.

“Mikaela,” she nods, ever the young girl she always was.

“Odette, is everything okay?” You crinkled your nose in concern, your palms sweaty with anxiety. You resisted the urge to rub the back of your neck as images of blood filled your vision.

“Yes,” She huffs, looking down. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you, but words have evaded me.”

Ah, there was her academic mind. Always such a well-spoken demon with what little words she did possess.

“I believe you have miscalculated, in regards to my mother…”

Oh? You blinked.

“What happened that day…” Her gaze falls to her clipboard as she clutches it against her chest. “… was a miracle and I will be forever grateful. However, the circumstances regarding said miracle have brought tension between you and my mother and I can no longer sit idly by and watch as she withers away.”

The demon thrusts her clipboard before you to reveal a contract.

“My mother promised you Souls in exchange for your services with the Vees. That has since ended and you are thus due payment. However…”

Odette flips the top page over to reveal a black obsidian calling card. Carmilla’s true name shines on its surface in bright white. “I will no longer sit by and watch my mother wrack herself sick with guilt. So I ask you this, sign the contract, take the card, and erase my mother’s memories of that fateful day.”

You blinked. “What? Why?”

“My mother blames herself for what happened to me. She has barely allowed me out of the penthouse, let alone the building. Today was the first day in weeks, but my endeavor from home was necessary, pending the deliveries. My hope is that, by taking back this card and erasing her memories, she will forget my near death and move on with her life.”

Oh…

It would work. Carmilla didn’t have to be the one to relieve the card, it simply had to be taken from her in any manner that could arise. Carmilla wouldn’t only forget your identity but every moment you shared together. It was a failsafe you and Rosie input into the cards the day you made them - a dramatic but necessary move to make.

So the question was, was Carmilla a friend? Yes, she tortured you when you first arrived - hung you from the ceiling and tortured you for information, but the two of you had moved on from that. You were now business partners, partners in crime, and also… familiar with each other.

The day Odette almost died you were just as hopeless as Carmilla and Clara. You would have slit your own wrist had you thought it would have worked. Odette was right, her healing from a traumatic wound such as that was a miracle.

The deaths of the 14 demons who saw however… That was what haunted you. Yes, you’ve killed before but always with purpose. Killing humans on Earth meant nothing knowing they had an afterlife to look forward to. Killing Human Sinners in Hell, however, it meant ending their entire existence. That was different and the days you could hold back the ever bloodthirsty Book of Knowledge you stuck by that rule. The times you couldn’t… Well… Killing was too easy.

“No,” you breathed. “I’ll take the Souls but not the card.” You dipped to meet her gaze. “I’ve recently learned how important my friendships are to me in this world, and I don’t plan on giving them up that easily. I’m sorry for the things your mother has been going through but what happened was not her fault.” You placed a hand on Odette’s shoulder. “I would have done the same had someone I…” Your eyes flit to the bar, to where Alastor sat sipping a glass of rye, he and Husk were well entranced within a conversation. “Someone important to me was hurt. After all this is over, Odette, I will pay the three of you a visit and set this right. In any way that I can. If your mother wishes to give up the card herself after that, then I will accept, but it must come from her. I owe her that much…”

Odette gives a slight nod, the downturn of her mouth illuminating her disappointment.

“And, Odette, if I thought at the time there was something I could have done, I would have. Do not feel guilty for surviving. Whatever form that may take.”

Odette was looking but you could tell she wasn’t really listening. After you told her no her gaze glazed over as if her mind was elsewhere. It was fine. Trauma is rarely resolved after one conversation.

You brought the demon into a hug, shocking her as much as you did yourself. You weren’t good at this emotion thing and comforting others, but you were getting much better at it.

“You’re a survivor, Odette, just like me…”

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Elsewhere in Hell…

The Mafia boss sat with his back to the desk, a roaring fire of green illuminating the darkened office. “So, you say you're good? 'Cuz we really need a big score right now…”

Swiveling in his high-backed chair, the imp turns.

“The best, had a royal on the ropes just last week.” Striker sets his glass of wine on the desk, allowing Alessio - the imp’s butler - to refill their glasses.

Crimson was more of a whiskey man himself, he preferred the burn as much as the dulling numbness from the alcohol, but the wine wasn’t for him. It was for his guest.

“Sure, but not dead?” The question comes out sharper than he wants, but then again, Crim was not in a good mood.

He had been embarrassed. In public. Minutes after you disappeared, the shots of blue electricity following in your wake, the imp boss spotted a pissed-off mass of red barreling straight for the Entertainment District. The demon quickly called off his gang, knowing full well what a visit from the Radio Demon would bring his crew. Crim was brash, but he wasn’t stupid.

“It was... called off. But I have a body count in the hundreds! I ain't afraid to go after anyone. Women, kids-” The roar of the crowd outside interrupts their conversation, but the imp continues before climbing to his feet to check the window. “And cute little-faced puppy-lookin' things. Don't matter!

“Hmm…” Crim thought, “I'll tell ya what. If you can deliver something of value... I'll consider it. You see, I have a particularly irritating Heavenly creature I need something done about.”

Striker smirks, the gleam in his crazed eye evident even in the low light. Now that was an opportunity the assassin could not pass up. “One moment…”

Striker opens the window and pulls out his lasso. Sending the rope soaring into the streets below, the assassin finds his mark and pulls. Two figures fly into the room and slam against the back wall, interrupting a particularly intense game of billiards between two of Crim’s demons.

Fizzarolli and Blitz.

Crimson laughs, “Hired!”

Striker corners the two demons against the wall, “Funny to run into ya’ again, Blitzy!" The assassin pulls out his knife and slides toward the clown imp, pointing it under his chin. “And with a famous friend…”

Blitz rolls his eyes, “Oh, fuck me.”

Fizzarolli crosses his arms, “For the record, we are not friends.”

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The Night Before…

Normally chaos excited you. Normally you and Alastor couldn’t keep your hands off each other at the mere thought of it, but tonight… Tonight all you wanted to do was lay wrapped in his arms, your stomach twisting itself into knots as you played with the fur on his chest.

You were nervous. You were worried. Trepidation was such an odd thing, the potential promise of hurt an ever-looming dark cloud that threatened rain but never dropped it.

You’ve been worried for Alastor before, most notably the day Velvette fake kidnapped him atop V Tower, but not like this. This was disabling concern. It made you leave the pre-fight celebration early tonight - the last hoorah before looking death straight in the face tomorrow. No, that wasn’t quite right. There was life after death. This was extinction.

And if anything happened to Alastor, there would be no way to bring him back…

“My doe,” Alastor pressed a kiss to your forehead, bringing you from your thoughts. “You’re sparking.”

“Oh,” you blinked, noticing the blues dancing off your skin. “Sorry.”

Alastor had noticed you sneaking off early from the festivities - because, of course, he did. When you had reached the top of the stairs and headed for your room, well… Alastor couldn’t have that now could he? Rolf shadowed the two of you to his room, where the demon insisted on a bath.

There wasn’t anything sexual about it. Alastor layed you against him as he scrubbed the stress from your skin, massaging the worry from your scalp as he shampooed your hair.

It was the day before battle and Alastor was taking care of you - YOU - a battle-born soldier who has seen more bloody encounters than she could count. You had faced down pure death and yet here you were, shaking like a leaf with anxiety as a Human Sinner soothed your worries.

Alastor ran a hand through your hair, tucking the locks gently behind your ear. “You’re worried.”

“I am,” you bit your lip, Alastor’s nails eliciting goosebumps as they trailed down your shoulder and arm.

It was ironic: the demon who detested physical contact couldn’t keep his hands off you. Yet, it was also an odd comfort. You had never been “touched” in this way before. You’ve never had someone be so gentle with you. Like your wings neatly tucked away, your skin had only ever really known things like hurt and pain. It was a weird adjustment to kindness and one you weren’t quite used to.

You still flinched whenever Alastor reached for you. You still jumped when he approached from behind. You still winced when his hand went to your hair…

Years of abuse and then years without… Your body still has a memory even if your mind was elsewhere.

“The plan will work,” Alastor hummed into your hair, the scent of his shampoo wafting off the two of you in droves. It would have been its own kind of soothing high had you not been so tense.

The two of you lay beneath his covers, wrapped in the warmth of Alastor’s Hotel bath robes. Your legs were intertwined with his, your toes warming themselves against the demon’s calves. Alastor always made a point to keep his hooves away from your feet - almost as if he was self-conscious about his lack of toes. Yet you fought him on it, intentionally tangling your legs together so he couldn’t pull away.

“It’s not the plan that worries me…” Your voice trailed off.

Alastor’s hand stopped to cup your face and guided your eyes to his. Worry crinkled his brow, his smile faltering to a thin line of his lips. There was understanding before he spoke, “You worry for me.”

Your lip trembled as you huffed. Digging your head into the fluff of his chest, you felt the hot tears begin to build behind your eyes, the air suddenly sucked from the room as your heart finally acknowledged the terrifying elephant in the room.

“Oh, ma biche chérie, ne verse pas de larmes pour mon âme. Oh, my darling doe, shed not tears for my Soul.”

“You’re facing Adam, tomorrow, Alastor - an extremely powerful Angel.” Your voice cracked.

Alastor gently tipped your face into his, your chin tucked between his forefinger and thumb. “An extremely powerful Human Soul.” The demon corrects.

A Human Soul.

Right.

Adam was merely a Human Soul. On the tiers of power he was leagues below you, but Alastor? You had always been taught that an Angel outweighs a Human Sinner in all aspects of reality, but then again you were also taught that Angels couldn’t die so…

“Promise me something?” You propped yourself up on your elbows as you spoke, overtowering Alastor beneath you. The demon wouldn’t be caught dead in this position with anyone else.

“Hmm,” he merely responded, his eyes gloomy with the weight of your worry.

“If anything happens…”

“It will not.”

“If anything happens,” you repeat. “Promise that you will either send Rolf for me or use the calling card?”

The demon paused for a breath, mixed emotions brewing within him. He couldn’t decide whether to give in to your worry for him as opposed to arguing against it. After all, Alastor the Radio Demon didn’t have a reputation for being weak. Your lack of confidence in him was not a lack of confidence. It was worry; albeit, misplaced. Alastor could take care of himself, he had for years. In his mind he had taken down top dogs more powerful than himself before - even Overlords before he became one. Adam was just another name on the list.

The Radio Demon wasn’t fretting over the confrontation so he didn’t see why you would be? Well… That’s not true. A part of him was worried but not for himself, for you. Tomorrow would shine a lot of Heavenly attention on the Hotel - unwanted attention for someone in hiding from Heaven. He worried what might happen to you should anyone discover who you are during the campaign - and you still hadn’t found your cloak.

Charlie had managed to help you stitch something together last minute but it was nothing compared to ancient magic. What you would be wearing tomorrow would be nothing but a clothed hood…

“And should anything happen to you?” The demon countered.

You blinked, not expecting the question.

“I have seen you die once, my doe. I will not see it again.”

There it was again: “my doe.”

“I will be by Charlie’s side the entire time. Should anything happen, Vaggie will be the one to let everyone know, for they will be going after the Princess next…”

“Hmm,” Alastor did not like that answer.

Then, a thought hit you. “Give me your card.”

Without any hesitation, Alastor pulled the obsidian calling card from the void and watched as you flipped the metal over, his true name hidden beneath your fingers. You waived your hand over the darkness and watched the black consolidate into text, like bleeding ink on wet paper but in reverse. It was a hidden contract in plain sight. One every Human Sinner inadvertently signed with their blood when you granted them the right to summon you.

“Rosie helped me design these.” You mumbled. “She wrote them, but I signed them. Perhaps if I…” The words changed beneath your hand, reforming a new contract. “There…” You handed the card back to Alastor and watched as the ink saturated the card, solidifying it into shining obsidian once more.

The demon raised an eyebrow at you.

Taking his hand in yours, you pressed it to your chest. “Close your eyes,” you demanded.

And he obeyed.

“Think of me,” you began. “Think of…”

“Lavender,” the demon interrupted almost immediately. After all, thinking of you wasn’t hard to do. The scent of the decadent flower filled the demon’s nose as real and as solid as the beat of your heart beneath his fingers. “Red wine.” Cabernet hit his tongue, the tannins dancing across his taste buds. The demon smiled, the curl of his lips lopsided as he smiled his iconic half-cocked grin. “The forest.” Greens and browns blinded the demon’s vision.

You sucked in a breath.

Alastor slowly opened his eyes, his pupils dilating at the sight of you. “And… The humidity of Louisiana…”

You stared back, the realization hitting you like a ton of bricks.

Somewhere, somehow, along the way, Alastor had become a part of you…

Your heart kicked into a frenzy at what that meant, but still oh-so afraid to voice it…

Three little words and yet…

“The softness of your hair,” Alastor’s claws found your silver locks, his fingers threading through the strands. “Your skin.” The back of the demon’s knuckles traced your cheek. “Your lips.”

Alastor leaned in and kissed you. His tongue drinking in the lingering taste of you. He broke away for but a moment, “I can feel you.”

The obsidian calling cards gave you an unnatural avenue into the lives of the holders. It allowed you to feel their emotions, to scent their Souls, to taste their desires. The contract opened a connection that you and Rosie had not originally intended - yet didn’t change. Reconfiguring the contract had opened that door and allowed it to flow both ways. It was almost like the connection you shared when you inadvertently signed your verbal contract on the balcony of his radio tower - except this was different. It wasn’t as strong and only allowed you to sense the other - a mere skim of the surface compared to what you had experienced.

The demon drove you onto your back before settling himself between your legs. With his forehead on yours, the two of you out of breath, he spoke, “Mourir d’amour, vivre de haine*…"

You didn’t have a chance to switch your brain to French before the demon’s lips were back on yours, his hips perfectly aligned before driving himself in.

That night, before chaos and destruction, before death and suffering, before fear and heartbreak, you made love to the Radio Demon…

And you prayed - you prayed it wasn't the final time…

* "Mourir d’amour, vivre de haine" = This is an extremely sad quote that has many many meanings even in the French language. It can be translated as "dying from unfulfilled love," "Dying for love, living for hatred," etc... I used it here to mean "dying for love." Read into that how you will, but it's extremely fitting for Alastor's character arc at this point in time.

Last transition chapter - Chapter 18 will be the Finale! There will be alternate endings - please read author note before chapter 18 starts.

-> Chapter 18: My Fawn & My Shadow

-> Chapter 18: Paris

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horrorstreet · 5 months ago

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The Obssession

Chapter 1 A Dead By Daylight Fanfiction

Michael Myers x Reader Word Count: 1.6k Warnings: Violence, Blood, Bullying, Language A/N: This is ass but i hope you like it.

“Sable… I summon your thoughts. I summon your presence. Give me a sign, let it be clear where you are and how I can help…” You called out in the darkness of your basement. The candles that surrounded you in a circle flickered and the wax melted onto the hard surface of the ground. You were trying to cast a spell to reveal the whereabouts of your two best friends that had suddenly disappeared without a trace but you kept meeting walls and dead ends.

In an instant, the candles that surrounded you in the circle lifted, the flames finding new life and bursting with a sudden energy. Whispers suddenly filled the air around you and you heard two familiar voices call out your name. They sounded tired but so distant. You couldn’t describe it, but it seems as if they were in a place that you would never be able to reach on your own and you yearned for answers. Their voices slowly drowned into the rest of the whispers around you and you no longer recognized the voices that surrounded your head.

Something was seriously wrong now. The voices continued getting louder and louder and the walls of your basement seemed to disappear behind a huff of black smoke rolling into the room. You quickly jumped for the candles that still lifted with energy and tried your best to put them out but they stayed alive.. Almost nailed the ground somehow.

“No.. No!” You screamed, the black fog slowly filling your lungs. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you drifted out of consciousness. Suddenly, the candles went dead. The whispers stopped and you were nowhere to be found in the basement you entered but would never exit again.

When you came to, your eyes slowly blinked open to reveal damp leaves that hugged your body all around you as you lay on the ground. Using your hands to prop yourself up, you turn over to take a look at your surroundings. Where were you.. And why were you here? Slowly, but surely, you got to your feet and began to walk forward, looking for any sign of life. It was a long walk. You would hear the whispers get louder and louder the more you turned in a certain direction and decided it was probably better to go that particular way.

At some point, you began to grow tired of seeing the same plants. It was almost as if you were going in a circle. That was until you saw a faint glow of what looked to be a bonfire in the distance. You could hear the crackling of the fire and talking amongst a group of people. It wasn't until you got closer that those voices started to sound a little more familiar.

“Sable ?.. Mikaela !” You shouted though it didn’t seem your voice carried enough. You were thirsty and tired.. Of course you wouldn’t be loud enough for them to hear but all you could hope was that this wasn't a hallucination. Your feet carried you quickly to the campfire and you froze seeing your friends with strangers as they all comfortably conversed around the fire. It took a moment for them to spot you but when one person's gaze slowly crept your way, their stares caught the attention of others. That's when you best friends finally noticed who it was that had joined them.

“OH MY GOD!” Mikaela shrieked. Tears lined Sable's eyes as she looked at you in disbelief.

“Why are you here! God you shouldn’t be here, love.” Mikaela tugged you into a tight hug and gave you the biggest squeeze she could muster. Sable was next, more gentle this time, and pulled you into a hug as well which you also happily returned.

“I was trying to find you two. I couldn’t just live now knowing what happened to you two.. And now I'm here.” You said, tears of your own brimming in your eyes. The two women led you over to the fire and instructed you to sit between them, placing comforting hands on your leg and shoulder.

“Everyone, this is our friend.” They welcomed you to the group. Everyone went around the circle introducing themselves to you as well and you smiled kindly at all of them but noticed that they all looked so grim. No one could keep eye contact with you for more than a few seconds. You looked down at your clothes, hands reaching up to your face to see if there was anything on it before smoothing over your hair. Maybe there was a twig?.. Nothing. You curiously looked over to Sable and she looked from your eyes and down to her lap in sadness. Mikaela took your hands in hers and took a deep breath before speaking.

“Love, you're stuck here… To put it bluntly..There is no way out. Each and everyone of us tried. You can try if you want, we won’t stop you, but none of us have found an escape.” The orange haired woman began. Your heart dropped down into your stomach at her words. She must be joking. Your posture and hands dropped at the news.

“Some.. thing.. Has brought us here… to play a wicked game.” She explained. “It wants us to run from scary things. We either run and play the game, or we die… over and over.” She said. It felt like she was telling you this to rip the bandaid off. ”I figured I would tell you now rather than having you thrown into a match and figure it out for yourself.” She finished. You slowly pulled your hands out of hers and placed them in your lap, staring down at your nails that had been last colored black. Nervously, you began to chip off the paint as the nerves set in and realization hit you at your situation. You stood up in a panic and started to pace, not sure what to do with yourself. You quickly walked off into the darkness that surrounded the campfire that worked to keep you warm and never seemed to die.

It felt like hours had passed before you had finally returned to the campfire to see Mikaela sitting there, hands in her lap and hunched forward towards the fire, her eyes busy as she looked into the dancing flames. The twigs that snapped under your feet alerted the others that sat around her of your presence and the redhead turned to look at you, a pitiful smile landing on her lips at the sight of you.

“Find anything?” She asked, watching as you took your spot next to her like before. You shook your head, not helping the headache that crushed your skull from everything happening to you.

“No. Nothing.. Nothing at all.” You sighed, defeated. You had searched everywhere. You ventured back into the fog but it always seemed to put you right back where you had started. It was almost as if you were trapped in a box, the thick black smoke you had become familiar with acting as the walls of your enclosure. You even tried to climb a tree to get a higher view but you saw nothing but more forest. It was the most disappointing thing you had ever experienced.

For a moment, things were extremely quiet. That was, until you heard screaming from very, very far away. At that moment, you realized that your white haired best friend was nowhere to be found.

“Uhm.. Where did Sable and some of the others go? Are they looking for a way out too?” You asked, puzzled and concerned. Just then, a voice you previously heard during introductions rang out, answering your question.

“She's in the arena. With one of the killers.” She said, her eyes peering over at you from over the fire. You remembered her name to be Meg.

“She's trying to escape the trial.. Alive at least. We all have to do that here.” She continued.

“The entity will pull you from this fire when it is your turn, and place you in the trial with any killer from its assortment of monsters.” She glanced over at the far away arena walls with disgust. “Then, when the trial begins, you have to complete 5 generators to get the power running through the place to turn on the wires to the big doors that lead to the exit. You either escape.. Or get hooked and die. Or, the killers might take your death personally and see to it themselves.” She gave a grim smile, showing that she had seen it all before. Too many times to count.

It wasn’t until you were about to speak up to ask more questions did you hear the very distant buzzing of the exit doors opening and watched as only two of the people you made friends with at the campfire ran through, one of them being Sable. They almost ran clear back over to the campfire before being taken away, lifted into the sky by a large black claw that carried them off into the clouds.

When they made their return, Sable and an older man, named William, came back with no injuries that they previously had. The other survivors were returned as well, completely unscathed but still shaken up. You turned to Mikaela with fear in your eyes and a terrible pit in your stomach after seeing what had just happened.

“When is it our turn?” You shakily asked her, fingers now quickly peeling off the paint that was on your fingernails when you had arrived.

“We’re actually next. Get ready and stay close with someone. You're new. You're going to need a friend to help you….”

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v-era-18 · 11 months ago

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HoneyBee

Chapter Eight : Needing a Hero

“A family friend told me something once; No sacrifice, No Victory.” - (Y/n) (L/n) StoryTeller / Hero

Breathing is a good thing to remember during times like this. When the panic starts to settle in along with your current reality and expectations. Your nerves pump you with adrenaline, triggering your fight or flight responses.

And sometimes your first instinct is to react with emotion instead.

(Y/n) let out a guttural scream before jumping up catching Sam and Mikeala’s attention. The two teens were by her side in two seconds flat Lennox not too far behind. A whine of whirr caught their attention to the side. A large figure of black and yellow moved slowly from the rubble, weirs and sparks emitted from stubs where his legs were supposed to be. Looking around there was no sight of his other ped. The reality of war was sinking in fast.

“Bumblebee!” The girl pushed Sam away and scampered over to the scout. She horrifically watches him drag himself along the ground in pain. His two legs were gone, although she woke up besides one missing limb it didn’t make her feel any less positive about the situation. “Oh my god! What can I do? Tell me what to do! I can help you-I’ll help you-“

Sam started to help clearing a path allowing the scout to move though, “We got you Bee, you just gotta get up. Bumblebee? Get up!”

“Ratchet!” (Y/n) screamed for help.

What Bumblebee needed was immediate medical attention, and it was unfortunate she didn’t know how else to help in this situation. You think in all those books she’s read there were instructions for this. To help when they were injured and there's no help from their fellow colleagues.

The girl went back in front of the cybertronian, her hands shaking and eyes burning. She didn't know what to do. No one around them knew what to do!

“You gotta get up,” Sam encouraged, “You’re okay. You’re okay. Come on!”

As if things couldn't get worse the retracting sounds of a tank in the distance was hollow in her head. For the first time she got to witness a tank firing off in the middle of the street in real life. She had to give men in the service their props, because compared to them she didn't have any balls big enough for this kind of thing.

She already had huge respect for the men and women in camo. But for now there won’t be a day where she’ll shy away for saying thank you for your service.

“Decepticons can have tanks?” (Y/n) whispered solemnly, “These mother fuckers are cheating!”

Sam could only stare in horror at the sight before him.

Jazz and Ratchet could be seen in the distance making their way towards them. It should’ve been a slight reassurance that help was on the way but the decepticon tank looked like it was ready to end them in one millisecond.

“Come on! We need to move!”

Mikaela stared at Bumblebee for a long second. This whole time the only thing she could contribute was support for (Y/n) and Sam. No where was it required for her to be the hero-the aid in this mission. But watching the bot drag himself on the ground with the Afro haired girl before him painicing did something to kick her into overdrive.

The girl looked around before breaking out into a sprint down the street. A truck came into view giving the girl a bright idea for the scout for aid. Although she didn't know much about aliens or their species, she did know alot about vehicles.

Bumblebee moved himself further next to (Y/n), he could see the sheer despair on her face and it made him sad knowing he wasn't able to provide comfort to her at this very moment. The crease in her brows didn't suit her, along with the long blood trail that outlined the side of her face.

The stress of war didn’t suit her at all.

To top it off, he couldn’t stop his spark from beating so loudly. As a scout he never had doubt in his abilities. He was able to get in and out of situations faster than many of his comrades and competitors. It was the reason why Optimus trusted him and the reason why he was so respected amongst others. In times like this age is just a number-a consideration. Your skills and mindset is what separates you from others. In the end you have to be at your best in order to survive.

Bumblebee didn’t have to look behind him to see the damage done. He could feel it. And boy did it fucking hurt.

But he couldn’t think about himself right now. He needed to think about the lives before him. The lives of families, friends, and strangers with dreams that are just a fragment of the imagination.

This was a prosperous planet like Cybertron once was. And he be damned if this one falls as well.

He crawled closer to (Y/n), her form shook with each passing second as she watched him. She never moved away though. The girl before him stood her ground occasionally looking for any signs of Ratchet to come to his aid.

Unfortunately for his sweetspark they didn’t have time.

“I’m not … I’m not leaving you.” (Y/n) stated inching forward, “Ratchet is on his way just give him a second-“

She was cut off with the black and yellow boy presenting the Cube before her. Her breathing hitched in her throat already knowing what it meant. (Y/n) grabbed it from him, the weight of it heavy. So many lives rested in the very object she held. And it made her stomach queasy.

He let out a pained slow whirr at her expression. Hoping the look in his optics would give some form of reassurance that everything was going to be alright.

Sam watched the two, his breathing uneven but concentrated on the task at hand. He knew that help was going to be a long time away with so much going on. Apart from the civilians and the Air Force they were on their own. Seeing his friend hold the cube sent his mind in a tizzy.

How were they supposed to cube to safety with a big tank in the way? And how could (Y/n) get by successfully with a Decepticon blowing her into oblivion?

Jazz ,Ironhide and Ratchet finally arrived for backup. The Afro haired girl backed up behind Bumblebee as she watched the three autobots practically disassemble the decepticon in the middle of the street. Sawed off arms, blasted in torso, and the head eventually being flown off.

A smile slowly graced her features before being completely wiped clean. She heard the plan before she saw him. The low runner of death making her hairs stand on end and spine throb. She could feel it in person. The one thing humans fear the very most ever in life. Death.

“Megatron!”

Sam zeroed in on (Y/n) as her face became slack. Her eyes never removed from the sight of the personification of death before her. Nothing else mattered to her anymore, she wanted to run-scream and hide.

For once she doesn't want to be the hero. No, she wanted to be rescued.

“(Y/n)!” Sam grabbed a hold on the girl's shoulders trying to tune out the yelling and screaming of civilians around them. “I need you to stay with me okay? You got to breathe! Don’t let them win!”

Optimus appeared before them down the street, his stance firm, “It’s Megatron! Retreat! Move! Fall Back!” The Prime tried to hold off the decepticon Leader only to be knocked down quickly with a blast. There were simply too many casualties on the streets to go full on without someone possibly dying or gearing hurt.

The soldiers filed back towards them just as a ‘Mikes Towers’ truck stopped in the middle. Mikeala hopped out of the vehicle, her face stern, “Sam, (Y/n)! Help me with this!”

The three teens worked quickly with Bumblebee. Making sure the wires were wrapped around him tightly in order to haul him onto the truck. (Y/n) at first wanted to question if it would be painful for him to be tied up so roughly. Unfortunately they were all out of options and comfort was the last thing they needed to worry about at the moment.

“What’s going on?” Lennox asked.

A fellow soldier looked through the binoculars, frustration written all over his face, “Sir! That tank thing’s getting back up.”

“Oh, these things just don’t die.” A helicopter’s propellers caught his attention, causing him to turn around seeing a large decepticon pierced on a large building. Dread and exhaustion filled Lennox’s body at the sight.

“Oh we are so dead.”

“Epps, get those Black Hawks here!” Lennox ordered. He looked to his right, spotting a tall skyscraper just east of where they were. “That building….”

He worked quickly getting over to (Y/n). Out of all the people here he didn’t want to ask this of this girl. It was simply because she was a female either-it was because she had so much going for her and he would hate it if she had died. She had a grandmother to go home to, just like how he had a wife and daughter. Fighting for your life doesn’t make these decisions any easier.

“Sam! (Y/n)! Where's the cube?”

(Y/n) lifted the cube off of the back of the truck for the soldier to see.

“Okay,” Lennox grabbed (Y/n)’s arm guiding her away from the cybertronian she was aiding, “Allright, I can't leave my guys back there, so here, take this flare-”

The girl shook her head, “What-?”

“Okay, there's a tall, white building with statues on top. Go to the roof. Set the flare.”

“No,” She uttered softly, “Get Sam to do it I cant-”

“Signal the chopper and set the flare-”

“No! Get someone else to do it! I can't-!”

Lennox grabbed the girl’s shirt roughly causing Sam to step forward to remove his hands by force only Mikela stopped him.

“You know more about these beings than any of my men or any of us here on this planet! The moment you opened your mouth earlier I knew we had a future leader in that room. Wasted potential that system lets go to waste to fucking often.” The girl still continued to shake her head with tears in her eyes, fear running up and down her spine like a virus.

Lennox continued, “You're more than a soldier right now. You're our last hope. All Right? I need you to take this Cube. Get it into military hands while we hold them off,or a lot of people are going to die.” He looked over to Bumblebee who was staring at her the whole time feeling a sense of dread wash over himself before looking back at (Y/n). “including them.”

(Y/n) held the cube tightly, her lips wobbling as she looked back over towards the building. Leonox gave her a second to think before turning his head back over to the other two teens. “You two need to go-”

“We're not leaving,” Mikeala said stiffly.

The soldier grew frustrated. These teens don't know when to listen. “You need to go now!”

“No, we're not leaving okay,” Sam agreed, “Not until we get Bumblebee out of here!”

“Army Black Hawk requesting immediate evac for civilian girl with precious cargo. She is headed to the rooftop marked by the flare,” Epps spoke into the walkie talkie quickly before ducking for cover once more.

(Y/n) started to be approached by the other autobots as she continued to stare at the building ahead. She was trying to slow her breathing, her heart was screaming in her ears and her lungs couldn't get enough air. She's never seen so much destruction before her eyes, and she was just given a task to run right through it to deliver their life or death.

“(Y/n),” Ironhide stepped forward, “We will protect you.”

‘Protect me?’

The promise seemed to be heavy on her heart. Here she was worrying about how qualified she was to do this and there were soldiers and autobots alike willing to sacrifice their lives in order for her to safely get the cube to high ground.

But what happens after that? The sky can only hold the cube for so long before another decepticon finds it in their reach. Itr will be blown out of the sky and then the cube will be in their hands and terraform the planet.

But the fact of the matter is-did they have any more options?

“Lennox! Epps!” (Y/n) called after them, “Where are those planes?”

Sam furrowed his eyebrows for a moment, watching the girl before him that he'd known for practically his whole life before it actually began. The good the bad she was always by his side, and for the current moment he couldn't be next to her, the time she truly needed her the most. He stepped towards her, catching her eyes as they downcasted towards the cube she ranted about so many times. He should've listened all those years ago; but who could blame him, he thought they were just stories. Fiction a dream that she wished to hear about. And they were now the story book, not knowing the ending.

Two best friends, not knowing if they were going to live or die. One a hero, one a survivor. Or did it really have to be that way?

“Listen I know this isn't really the time to tell you this but—”

“Don't confess to me right now—”

“I promise you, I wouldn't think about doing that at this very moment because I'm four years too late okay?” The boy huffed before pulling her into a strong embrace, “Come home to me alive okay? You're my best friend practically attached at the hip. And if you die-” She felt him shake slightly with an exhale before he breathed in again, “A large part of me will die as well.”

They both released each other, Sam sent the girl an encouraging smile before petting her head softly. Something he hasn't done since the tenth grade. Childhood euphoria washed over them seeming to come full circle. He took in her expression one more time before slowly releasing her, not knowing if it was going to be for the last time.

“Now go fucking kill them.”

(Y/n) let off a cruel smile, “Already ahead of you Lord Witwicky.”

~ ✯ ~

(Y/n) (L/n) from today on has promised that if she survives this, she would document every fragment of her life from her on out. Because this shit could only be made up in the crevices of someone's twisted mindframe.

Ironhide and Ratchet provided protection while the girl made her way down the street to the building. Rubble and black deprise was blown in different directions and made it hard to remain consistent within her sprints on the battlefield.

The girl couldn't believe she was doing this. Her legs burned from the lack of exercise she had throughout her lifetime not to mention the asthma that was catching up to her. It was so hard to breathe each time she pumped her legs to move faster towards the building in front of her.

With a shout she quickly avoided a decepticons ped that landed near her, Ironhid had grabbed the Con blasting him towards another building causing civilians to break out into more screams of panic. It really was a shame they weren't able to evacuate the city in time for these large robots to run amok throughout the streets. She was more worried with the fact that there was a chance there were humans stepping on more than the gunfire.

She heard the sound of a plane and the shifting of metal behind her causing her legs to move faster than before. The hard thumps of ped steps in pursuit of her was what her ears focused on as she made through the waves of chaos around her. Never has she shoved so many people in her life. The cubed seemed to emit a thrumming sound around her arm and rib cage.

(Y/n) pumped her legs faster trying her best to ignore the commotion and panic surrounding her. She screamed as she was cornered In between a store with a deception closing in on her, she ducked her head letting out a yell as the blades missed her by a hair, most of the damage being done to the car and store Windows.

“Ironhide where—?!” The girl cut off seeing an all too familiar airplane diving right towards her letting out sounds that would awaken her in nightmares . Skidding to a stop the girl immediately turned around, the sifting of metal filling along with the crash and destruction of vehicles around her.

Ironhide and Ratchet were there immediately, the girl taking cover behind another vehicle and rubble trying to seem smaller than she was. Never had she’d seen Starscream so up close before other than the nightmares that plagued her, and to say the description of his chilling red optics weren’t ones to laugh at.

This was Megatron second in command. And he-he was flying away after taking a few hits. Although it was a bad time the girl did want to admit it was a bit disappointing from the cruel stories about the Decepticon second in command.

Ironhide looked over at the girl anxiously, noticing her panicked expression, “Hurry (Y/n)! Get to the building! There isn’t much time!”

Shaking and breathing labored the girl did as told. Her thighs burned along with her lungs, cheeks aflame from the heat. Not to mention the desperate sweat clutching every crevice of her being.

She wanted to go home. She didn’t want to be a hero anymore.

(Y/n) stumbled over another woman trying to run away, apologizing quickly before keeping her pace towards the building. She kept her eyes focused, there were only a few more streets down and then she’d he was home-.

“Give me that cube, girl!” Megatron growled fiercely from behind. The girl could practically hear the terrorist order in her very brain, so much that it almost compelled her to do as told.

Her heart thrummed louder in her chest as tears started to roll. The girl was so preoccupied with running away she didn’t notice the car speeding towards her. The girl hit the ground with a painful groan, watching the cube emit a blue glow all around along impacting the electronics around them.

‘Oh no.”

“You stupid bitch! Did you just hit my car?!”

(Y/n) sent the girl a heated glare simply throwing up the middle finger, before running back down the street in time to hear the civilians cries in the car. There was probably no doubt that the car had fully turned into a cybertronian by now.

‘Looks like you won't be having a car anymore,’ She thought snarky.

Finally the girl reached the building running through with a goofy smile on her face, “We can do this. We can do this! They’re not gonna get me! They’re not gonna get me-!”

A crash was heard behind her, cutting off her sentence of freedom , “I can smell you, girl!”

“Ew,” (Y/n) rounded the corner, her eyes placed on the stairs before starting to climb them, “ I do not want to know how that works.”

Upon reaching another level the girl continues up, screaming again as Megatron emerges from the floorboards behind her. The war terrorist was persistent and she would give him that.

She entered another room, a tired steadied sigh leaving her lips realizing that the staircase was still many more floors up.

‘Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if he just killed me,’

~ ✯ ~

Mikeala let out a panicked breath pulling the tow truck into the alleyway. Sam was biting his nails anxiously looking back at Bumblebee who couldn’t stop moving his helm back and forth to see more of the fight. They were exhausted.

The girl placed her head on the steering wheel rethinking the past couple hours; her following after a girl she had a crush on for years, the giant robots showing themselves, sector seven arresting them, finding out that the world has been visited by aliens, and now the world was in the same girls hands that was reading in front of the class not even two days ago.

It wasn’t fair. Mikeala knew it wasn’t fair-none if it was. She’ll never get over the girl's face, her plump lips downturned and her eyes furrowed in anguish. She was facing a war terrorist alone-and the fucking three of her friends were fucking sitting here cowering in an alleyway. Frustrated, Banes got out of the car slamming their door back in the process. Sam followed suit, a worried expression on his face.

“Y-you okay-what-“

“We need a new plan, right now.” Banes hissed, “w-we can’t just sit here and do nothing! She’s out there alone-alone Sam! Did you not see her face? I’ve never seen her make that face-!”

The girl stopped a stray tear escaping before roughly wiping it away. She looked over locking eyes with optics that seemed to dim lightly. Something within her stomach started to churn at that expression; she had made it so many times before. But who was he making it for?

“Bumblebee?”The black and yellow boy whirred lightly, showing her that she indeed had his attention. “You want to save your Storyteller right? The same girl you laid in the grass with?”

The scouts expression turned serious, servos turning to guns immediately shocking Sam.

“Wait-are you two thinking what I think you're thinking?”

“Gonna try and stop us?”

“No…” Sam smiled wildly, a look that the girl wasn’t expecting at all, “I’m just making sure that we’re all equally as crazy here.”

The two teens got back in the car, Mikeala revving the engine before looking back at the scout.

“I drive! you shoot!”

~ ✯ ~

With a huff and breathless groan the girl finally made it to the top of the roof, push the cube of the ledge she quickly leapt off the ladder and onto the roof. Grabbing the cube once more she broke off into the sprint seeing the helicopters in view.

“Hey! Hey! I’m here!” She rounded another turn scraping the flare against the way to get their attention, “I’m over here! Please! I’m right here!”

The girl. Was finally surrounded by hope, the helicopter slowly arriving in front of her as she quickly made way towards the sight. A soldier came forward, reaching out quickly for the cube. Just as (Y/n) made way to hand it over in the corner of her eye she saw a sight that made her heart quake.

“Watch out!”

“Missile!”

It was too late the missile was deployed and hit to the side of the helicopter sending it spiraling down below.

“No!” (Y/n) cried, “No! No! No!”

She crawled along the ground , letting out a pained whimper not daring to look at the deep gash on her leg. She willed herself to be pulled up before breaking off into a run once more. A servo emerging from one of the vents caused the girl to scream, backing away, seeing another emerge just as quickly as the first.

Panicking the girl looked around for a hiding spot, nothing to distract the con while she could. Looking around she spotted a pillar on the very ledge of the building.

‘I have lost my damn mind’

She made quick to hoist her up the best she could before speaking her body as best as she could behind the pillar. She willed her whole being not to look down at the city streets below, hoping praying that by some grace of god an autobot would see her up and be ready to catch if she falls.

“Tell me, is it fear or courage that compels you, storyteller?” Megatron growled, “the stories about you were legend back on cybertron. To hear of a rumor speaking personally to an autobot light years away before your time and here you are, trembling like a mere morsel to be eaten alive.”

(Y/n) looked around for any type of escape only to find the honking of horns and rumbled streets down below answering back at her. “Oh my god. Please I don’t wanna die!”

“Give me the All Spark and you may live to be my pet.”

The last edge to the war terrorist tone sent the girl leaning backwards only to regret it a second later when the rubble was starting under her feet. A gulp was taken along with a tear falling down her cheek. She read a lot about heroes in her time of living-the good and the bad.

The knights riding in on horses, the morally corrupt, all the way to the ones selfishly acting for the greater good. And she was about to be the one that dies in the end. It was funny really, the story she told the class a few days ago, the tragedy. A knight and his lover. But in her case there was no lover, if she had one they would be laying at her feet before she would join them in perlies abyss.

This is what she asked for right? To face her fears? To help the autobot cause, to join the fight for her planet?

“We all have roles to play within our own worlds whether it’s fighting a war or simply telling stories.”

She might have been born to fight a war, but she was to tell stories. And another way to tell a story to leave one through actions and shere bravery.

(Y/n) looked back at the deception, a brave face being displayed in contrast to the snot and tears on her face, “I’m never giving you this All Spark! Tell Ultron I said hello!”

“Oh so unwise.” Megatron snarled.

The girl screamed as the mace came down upon her, seeing her off the roof and towards the streets below. Only the impact never happened, she was caught firmly a few seconds later in a gentle grasp incased by metal.

Looking up the girl let out a nervous laugh at the sight of Optimus. “About time Prime! I thought I was dead!”

“I got you, storyteller.” Optimus placed the girl on his shoulder plates before making way down the building, “Hold on to the cube!”

Before the two were almost down to the ground Megatron hurled himself on top of them, throwing Optimus off balance and onto the rubble below. (Y/n) shook on Optimus’ chest holding the cube tightly.

“(Y/N),” Optimus uttered softly gaining the girl's attention, she shot up showing that he had her attention. “You risked your life to protect the Cube. “

She chuckled softly, “A family friend told me something once; No sacrifice, No Victory.”

“If I cannot defeat Megatron, you must push the cube into my chest. I will sacrifice myself to destroy it. Get behind me.”

“Wait-,” the girl started getting down her mind working overtime, “that isn’t right! There’s another logical way to solve this instead of killing you!”

“As of right now we don’t have time to think of one,” Optimus sat up from the missed concrete and broken cars, “I will say it has been an honor meeting you Storyteller.”

Turning to the war terrorist Optimus stood proudly ready to engage, “It’s you and me Megatron”

“No, it’s just me Prime.” Megatron snarled, sword at the ready.

“At the end of this day, one shall stand, one shall fall.”

“You still fight for the weak! That is why you lose!” Megatron growled before throwing Optimus to the other side of the building.

(Y/n) took cover in the chaos watching the two leaders fight. One good, one evil- the earth hanging in the balance along with a human shuffling about with a weapon or a source of life to be given. Megatron threw the Prime once again, causing (Y/n) to shout as it was too close for comfort.

“No no no no-“ Optimus wasn’t doing so well in the fight, making (Y/n)s nerves on edge, they had to have help come in from somewhere. Just as the girl was losing hope reinforcements arrived with soldiers flooding in, shooting and firing at Megatron the best they could. Now with having the upperhand Optimus was able to gain advantage giving hit after hit trying to overwhelm the Decipticon Leader.

“Damn you! Wretched thing! It’s Mine! All Spark!” Megagtron turn towards her, her stance ridged against the car watching the fight closely. She gripped the cube in frustration trying to think of a quick solution.

“(Y/n)! Put the Cube in my chest! Now!” Optimus ordered.

Wait ...if Optimus can die from the cube in his chest surely-.

(Y/n) stood up her decision final before looking over at the terrorist who’s plagued her whole life the moment she was told the stories about him. The good all the way to his genius crimes. She knew from this point forward, she couldn’t allow him the luxury of hiring or causing fear no longer. Autobot of deception alike.

“You want this fucking cube! Take it!”

“No, (Y/n)!”

The girl held up the cube to the Deceptions chest watching it light aflame with vigor along with the cube disengaging before her very eyes. Megatron shook and groaned the once blue spark tuning red, eating itself from the inside out, causing him to convulse on the ground painfully. The leader turned his head, reaching out towards her one more time before his red eyes dimmed. Lifeless.

Optimus walked over, seeming to be in a mix of disbelief and despair as he looked at the dead cybertronian before him, “You left me no choice, brother.”

(Y/n) watched the other Autobots crowded around, all seeming to be accounted for, except one black and yellow mech that was always on the back of her mind. Was he safe? Has his condition worsened? What about Sam and Mikaela?

Optimus drew the girl from her thoughts as he kneeled before her, “(Y/n), I owe you my life. We are in your debt.”

The girl shook her head, “No thank you, for believing in me.”

A car rolling to a stop catches the girl's attention, along with the car doors swinging open crazily. It was only a moment before the girl was tackled to the ground by Sam, the boy was shaking his breaking laborer as he held the girl's face in his hands. A second passed the two childhood best friends looking at one another before (Y/n) broke out into a laugh tears falling down her face before enveloping the make in an embrace.

“Did I do good Lord Witwicky?”

“You did better than good, you were fricken’ amazing. A better hero than I could ever be.”

“Alright move over!” Mikeala pushes Sam away slightly before planting a soft kiss on the girl's cheek before enveloping her in a hug. “Don’t ever do some dumb shit like that for a while okay?”

“A while?” (Y/n) giggled, “You act like I’m gonna do it more often?”

Banes smirked, “Knowing your predicament I wouldn’t be surprised if this is going to be your whole life.”

A whirr and a shift on the truck drags the girls attention to a flash of black and yellow. Her eyes watered over letting tears fall as eyes meet optics. She shakily walked over to Bumblebee, scared that if she breathed too hard the illusion of seeing her new friend would disappear as fast as he appeared behind her at that food truck.

Jazz leaned down slightly nudging bumblebee’s shoulder, “You gonna say something good?”

Ironhide gave a disapproving look, “don’t encourage that at this very moment. The girl almost died.”

The second in command nearly shrugged, before both mechs chuckled seeing how Bumblebee's door wings moved slightly in embarrassment. The scout wouldn't lie if the girl had been on helm the whole battle. Wondering if she was okay, if she remembered how to breathe, if Optimus got her in time-there were too many factors to consider. But here the girl was before him, still alive. One thing about humans they were clearly fragile from what he knows, but Primus-never had he thought this was a pleasing sight to see. The girl's hair was a mess, tears streamed down her cheeks-she a mess. And that's what made her perfect.

“Y-you’re okay,” (Y/n) sniffled. She placed her cut up hand on the mechs arm a soft nervous laugh leaving her lips, “I was so worried,”

Bumblebee simply let out a whirr of a sigh, basking in the attention the girl was giving him. He leaned down slightly to get a better view of her, only to be caught off guard with her wrapping her arms around his helm, cheek to faceplate. The mech's body grew warm-very aware of the stares from his fellow comrades that would most definitely tease him about it later.

She let go, a wide true smile on her face, “Thank you for everything Bee. Once Ratchet gets you fixed up, let's read some more at home yeah?”

The mech's door wings shot up excitedly. Was she-was she asking to see him more often? She wanted to spend time with him-outside of the assignment given to him!

Optimus stepped forward drawing attention of the other participants present, “We have lost comrades, but have gained new ones. Thank you, all of you. You honor us with your bravery.”

“Permission to speak, sir?” Bumblebee switched between channels settling on the temporary voice ratchet gave him a few years ago in a scrap heap. It wasn't his true voice-but it was something.

“Permission granted, old friend.”

“You speak now?” Sam said ludicrously. Mikeala broke out into a laugh along with (Y/n) in response, The teen boy looked back and forth between them, “Are you seriously laughing-he's been using the radio!”

(Y/n) shoved Sam lightly, “I love him using the radio. It adds character.”

The scout perked up at that, his decision final. “I wish to stay with the girl and the boy.”

Upon hearing the scouts request Optimus looked down at Sam and (Y/n). He wasn't against the mech being with the two teens in fact he would like to encourage it. Bumblebee had to grow up at an early age, not being allowed the luxuries of having fun with others his age. Maybe this would be a great start for a new beginning for him. “If that is their choice.”

The two friends looked at one another, wide smiles upon their faces.

“Yes.”

“Of course.”

Bumblebee whirred happily with his charges' decisions. Mentally already preparing himself for the endless summer of fun they were going to have. First he was going to need his legs of course…

(Y/n) let out a yawn shocking Sam and Mikeala, “okay, this is all great but my battery is running low and i need three days worth of sleep for sure.”

Sam ran a hand down his face, “You couldn't just bask in the moment huh?”

“No. We all have our limits Samuel. We just saved the fucking world, I think we deserve some sleep.”

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Spark and Heart

Pairing: Ironhide x Fem!Reader Summary: It's one thing to fall in love with a robotic alien, but to expose your feelings in such a humiliating way? Cross-posted on AO3: here Warnings: English isn't my first language Word Count: 3,331

Leather.

You could still feel the leather underneath your skin as the fingernails of your left hand dug into the seat of the GMC Topkick C4500 while your other hand was busy between your legs.

You could still remember the delicious stretch as you slowly inserted first one finger, then a second, and then a third.

You could still picture your body, your back arching against the backrest of the front seat.

You could still not forget how you had spread your legs wider, how you had switched your grip to the steering wheel, how you had moaned his name before you could think about it or prevent it.

The moment the euphoric waves of your orgasm subsided, you became aware of the horror that just happened. You suddenly realized where you were, who you were with.

The deafening silence that followed was heavy on your shoulders. Before you could think twice, you hastily pulled down the skirt of your dress, fumbled for the door handle and fled the truck. You started to walk away, not caring where to, still trying to comprehend what you just had done.

You were ashamed. You wanted to cry. You had just humiliated yourself right in front of him.

After ten minutes of walking, you took a look over your shoulder and saw that he had followed you, a distance of about three meters between you.

Back in the present, you pressed your palms against your eyes and let out a frustrated groan.

Since that day, you had avoided Ironhide as much as possible, something which didn't turn out to be difficult as — although he had only reluctantly left your side and had voiced out how much he hated doing so — he was busy with the other Autobots looking for Decepticons around the world.

“(Y/N)?”

You looked up and into Mikaela's face, which was displayed on your computer.

"Mikaela. Hi."

Mikaela was the only one you could talk to about it, and not just because she knew about the Autobots. No, it was because she was a girl and a friend. Like hell would you tell your brother about your feelings for a robotic alien and about you masturbating as you were thinking about said alien while you were literally sitting inside him.

"What's wrong?" She asked, concerned.

You groaned again, resting your forehead on the surface of your desk. "I messed up." You mumbled.

"What?"

Sitting up, you repeated louder, "I messed up! Big time. God, I'm such an idiot."

"Is college life that bad? I thought screws, circuits and such are your thing." Mikaela grinned.

You laughed weakly, "It is. Ratchet is a sweetheart for answering every of my calls when I needed help, but that's not the reason I wanted to talk to you."

Mikaela's eyes darted across her computer screen, scanning the limited space of your room that your webcam was capturing. "Please tell me you're alone."

You rolled your eyes. "Of course I am. I'm not stupid. My roommate is in one of her classes."

"Good. If you want to talk about something top secret like giant robots you helped to save the world, you really should be alone."

"Not only that. I would be considered insane if someone heard me say that I am in love with my car."

Mikaela's eyebrows shot up.

You instantly avoided eye contact while playing with the pendant on your necklace — a silvery gear that belonged to Ironhide.

"(Y/N), come on. You can talk to me. You were there for me when I needed a girl I could talk to."

You grimaced in disgust. "Yeah, talk about my brother. Most of the time, I just wanted to rip my ears off."

"But you were there anyway. You listened and helped me. Now, I'll return the favor."

Nodding, you sat up straight and took a deep breath. "So, as you know, 'Hide drove me back to college after Spring Break was over. The journey took hours and to bridge the time we talked. Well, I talked, and he listened. However, after a while, the conversation became less one-sided. He answered questions I asked, and I answered questions he asked. He's a very tough cookie, but also… kinda a sweetheart." You shrugged.

Mikaela nodded, gesturing for you to continue.

"He decided to stay. His reasoning was that I could apparently help him with his eye since I'm a genius at robotics."

"But you are a genius."

"I am and I can't wait until I graduate college to work at N.E.S.T. so Que can take me under his wing and I can give him a hand and help him."

"You really wanna work there, huh?"

"Of course, their technology is much more advanced than ours. And that's the thing! Why would 'Hide, of all people, want the help of a human whose available technology is practical prehistoric compared to theirs?"

Mikaela chuckled. "Well, we're not talking about just any random human here, are we? We're talking about you, (Y/N). You Witwickys really have something on you that seems to bring alien robots to their knees."

Now, it was you who laughed. "What are you talking about?"

"Well, first of all, there is Bumblebee, who hardly leaves your brother's side and always jumps when Sam calls his name. Sometimes, I feel like I'm the third wheel instead of a literal car."

"So?"

"I can still remember Ironhide aiming his guns at Sam and me when we first met him and the others and his way of talking to us. Let's just say, him taking the position as your guardian just like Bee did for Sam after what happened in Mission City is not something I expected."

You smiled.

Yeah, you remembered how your brother had explained to you — in his typical Sam-Witwicky-way, with frantic voice and agitated gestures — how his newly acquired car was a robot alien from another planet called Cybertron.

Being three years older than Sam, you were already in college and therefore could only visit your family on holidays. Unfortunately for him, you arrived home for your Spring Break the same day he encountered the Autobots who were looking for your great-great-grandfather's glasses.

Your parents greeted you with open arms and big smiles, asked you about your time at college, and informed you about the latest things happening in the neighborhood. You noticed your brother's absence, but they only told you that he had left a few hours ago. After dinner, when Sam didn't show up either, you sat down with a glass of wine in the living room, watching the news with your parents.

Just as the end of the world was being announced, you heard the roar of several engines and Sam's impatient voice.

Your dad apparently heard it, too, but you waved him off. "You can ground him later. Now I just want some good old brother-sister-time after months." You kissed his cheek, ignoring his grumbling.

You were excited seeing Sam after such a long time. Not that the two of you weren't in touch during the time you were away — the last time was a few days ago when he proudly told you about his new car — but it was a whole lot different talking to him in person.

You were just about to open the door leading to the garden when you almost ran into Sam.

“(Y/N)!” He exclaimed. To your surprise, his voice sounded almost panicky. "W-What, uhm, what are you doing… here?" He frantically looked over his shoulders.

You laughed, eyebrows drawn together in confusion, your arms crossed in front of your chest. "Good to see you, too, douchebag. Didn't miss me?"

"I- No. I mean, yes, of course I missed you. How, uh, how are you doing?"

"Sam, are you okay?" You asked, slightly concerned, straightening your posture.

"No, no. Yes, everything's fine. I just have to… There's something in my room that I need. Just stay here, I'm back in a minute." With that, he slipped past you and headed towards the stairs.

Laughing, you shook your head at his antics. Typical Sam.

"Great, but I'm going outside. Take your time."

Sam stopped dead in his tracks before spinning around just in time to see you disappear through the door. "Wait! (Y/N), wait!"

Stumbling, he ran after you.

Shit, shit, shit.

He came to a stop next to you when he saw you looking out into the garden with your hands on your hips.

"Uh, Sam? Does Dad know you're using his precious grass as a parking lot?"

Five cars were scattered across the lawn: a yellow Camaro with black rally stripes, a silver Pontiac Solstice, a yellow and green rescue vehicle, a blue and red semi-truck and, something that got your heart beating faster, a black GMC Topkick truck.

You absolutely loved that car. A 1 1/2 Ton vehicle powered by a 6.6L V-8 Duramax diesel, equipped with an Allison 1000 five-speed automatic, producing 300 hp and 520 lb-ft of torque.

Gorgeous was the first thing that came to your mind as you approached the truck. You traced the red GMC logo with your index and middle finger. While your dad was interested in expensive fancy cars, you were more into bigger ones. They might make you feel tiny, but you just loved being in control of such a bulky and powerful vehicle.

You reached for the hood and caressed the black paint. Without losing physical contact, you walked around the truck. The fingers of your right hand stroked the headlights, ran over the doors and tailgate, before you stood in front of the truck again.

"Aren't you just a beauty!" You smiled, still not letting go of the car. "Sam, I think I'm in love. He's so handsome."

"He is…? What?! (Y/N), please stop touching it… him!"

Facing the truck, you ran both hands over the edge of the hood, intending to open it to take a look inside. "Why? Jealous that a four-wheeled machine gets more attention from a girl than you?" You laughed.

The moment you opened the hood, something strange happened. One second you, felt the smooth surface of the black metal under your fingertips and the next, it suddenly disappeared as if the car had eluded your touch of its own volition.

Strange robotic noises around you filled your ears and suddenly a 22-foot tall robot was standing in front of you.

"You should buy me a drink before you're allowed to touch me there." A deep male voice sounded from above you.

Slowly, your eyes traveled from the metallic feet to the legs up to its torso and stopped at the face of the…

Yeah, you really couldn't find another word than "robot" to describe it. Well, judging by the voice, it was rather a he than an it.

You were speechless as you scrutinized his face. Like the rest of him, it was black and silver. You could recognize everything that you could also find in yourself — ears, chin, nose, jaw, even eyebrows. What particularly fascinated you were his eyes. Even though the left one was damaged, you could easily see that they were of a striking sky blue color, glowing brightly as they looked down at you.

"Great, absolutely great." Sam said next to you.

Only now did you realize that he wasn't the only robot in your garden. While your brother lost his shit, you looked from one metal giant to another.

"Hey, Sam?" You slowly said, your eyes fixed on the yellow one. "Isn't that your car?"

"Yes. Yes, it is." Sam groaned, "Okay, look. I have to find some glasses that belonged to our great-great-grandfather. They are in my bag in my room. Can you please, please, stay here and watch them?"

"Y-Yeah, sure."

"I will explain everything to you later." He hastily said and ran inside.

The silence that followed was awkward. I mean, what could you possibly do or say when your dream car just turned into a robot?

“(Y/N)!”

You spun around and saw Mikaela running towards you.

"You're seeing this too, right?" You asked as soon as she stopped next to you. "I'm not dreaming?"

"Nope." She shook her head.

You huffed a laugh. It was like a dream coming true.

You turned to the into-a-robot-turning-truck and asked, "Can I still take you up on your offer about that drink?"

"And like you said, our technology isn't as advanced as theirs. The only reason why he wanted to stay with you was, well, you. As far as I can tell, he took a liking to you." Mikaela said, interrupting your journey into the past and bringing you back to the present.

You scoffed, trying to ignore the fact that you were blushing. "The only Autobot I would trust to fall in love with a human is Bumblebee. 'Hide really is the last person, robot, or whatever, to care that much about humans."

"Again, not humans. You."

Huffing a laugh, you shook your head. "I really want to believe you because… well, the reason why I actually called you is… I…”

"Just spit it out!"

"IfuckingfingeredmyselfwhileIwasinsidehim!"

According to the look on her face she only understood half of it, but at the same time it was exactly the half that made you want to disappear into thin air. "Excuse me, what?"

You took a deep breath. "As soon as my teacher finishes the lesson I'm off and will go to the garage next to my apartment where 'Hide is. He then drives us to a field surrounded by forest. It's far from any civilization, and he can transform himself there in peace. Sometimes I take my books with me to work on my homework or whatever, but most of the time we talk, we spend time together."

You remember the times he actually sat next to you and worked with you on your homework. You were in awe of his intelligence, always looking up at him to listen to what he had to say.

"Anyways. Two days ago, he was driving me back to my apartment. I was just staring outside, lost in thought. I don't know what came over me because then I… I touched myself. There."

Since Mikaela could only stare at you, not finding an answer, you continued, "I'm madly in love with a robot that is also my car. I got horny when I started to fantasize about him while he was driving me home. I'm sorry, okay? I just couldn't stop myself. I was so pent up and I just needed a release."

"Oh my god."

You cringed. "I know. Call me weirdo for getting off to the thought of a weapon on legs, but I never came that fast in my life."

You watched as Mikaela shifted in her seat as she thought of the right words to say. "I'm not judging you if that's what you're worried about." She reassured you, "We are friends and we've known each other for a long time. I just didn't expect you to do something so bold while you're literally inside him, letting him drive you. There is like no way for him not to realize what you were doing."

"Even in the unlikely event that he hadn't by then, I'm sure he noticed when I screamed and moaned his name while clinging to my seat." You nonchalantly responded as you saw Mikaela's jaw drop.

"You…"

"Yes. I didn't even realize that he stopped at the side of the road. Luckily for me, because the second that blissful moment was over, I ran."

"Oh, wow."

"Yeah, I know. It's so messed up."

"What happened then?"

"Well, I decided to just walk back to college. However, when it got darker, I got tired and I just had no energy left anymore. All I had to do was turn around and take a few steps towards him since he had followed me until then. I got back in and asked him to drive me back. He turned around because I seem to have been walking in the completely wrong direction the whole time." You shrugged. "We didn't talk about what happened during the drive. Actually, we didn't talk at all. The moment he stopped in front of my apartment door, I jumped out and sprinted up the stairs while he drove back to the garage by himself. Normally, I always take him there, but after… you know… I was so embarrassed."

During your monologue you'd been staring at your keyboard the whole time, but when you looked up you still didn't see any judgment or even disgust on your friend's face. She rather looked at you in a comforting and understanding manner.

"When you told me you needed to have a girl talk, I already expected some spicy details about a boy."

"Well, there's a mighty difference between some boy and someone like 'Hide."

"It's close enough for me. So what's your problem?"

"What's my… Have you listened to a word I just said?"

"I did, and I don't get it. You have a crush on him, maybe you're even in love with him. So what?"

"You seem to forget who and what he is and who and what I am. I'm just a weak, puny, pathetic human being. 'Hide is this giant, strong, powerful warrior who could care less about my feelings."

Mikaela scoffed and shook her head. "Stop putting yourself down. If you had listened to a word of what I said, you would have realized that a third and uninvolved party told you he's smitten with you."

You shook your head, not wanting to allow yourself to hope. "Why? Why did I have to fall in love with a huge robot alien? It would never work. Just one touch too hard on his part, and he could break my bones."

"He wouldn't do that."

"How would you know?"

"Because he already treats you like you're made out of glass. If you remember what happened in Mission City, you probably also remember all the Decepticons, the explosions and concrete parts of buildings that could have crushed you."

You nodded, a small smile creeping on your face.

Yeah, you remember all those things. You remember Ironhide in front of you, or next to you, or even above you, shielding you from any damage while you did your part to help, both human and Autobot. He didn't have to do it. Protecting your life was not the top priority, but Ironhide acted like it and stayed by your side as best as he could throughout the battle. Nobody even remotely did for Mikaela or Sam what Ironhide did for you during the Battle of Mission City.

You also remember falling off a building, the building with the statues that Lennox had sent you and Sam to with the AllSpark in your hands. You remember how scared you were, fearing to hit the ground, but the impact never came. Instead you felt large fingers closing around your body and you heard a rough voice saying, "I've got you, little one."

Mikaela watched your realization with a fond smile. She knew what it was like when people judged you because your knowledge about something was bigger than theirs. That's how you bonded. She knew her way around cars, you were talented in programming and engineering.

Yes, it was kind of weird, but at the same time, it was also poetic. Your heart had always been with machines and as long as she knew you, that was your passion.

What a stroke of luck that someone just like that had fallen for you, Mikaela thought.

"I would suggest that you just talk to him. How bad can it go?"

"Oh, I don't know. Total humiliation? It's one thing to confess your crush to some guy, but to confess it to someone like 'Hide?"

Mikaela laughed. "I'm sure you'll find a way. You wouldn't be the first person who is completely infatuated with their car."

#transformers #ironhide #ironhide x reader #ironhide x female reader #ironhide x you

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loveislattes · 1 year ago

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Summary: The newest survivor brought in by the entity is having a rough go of it. Between learning the rules and ways of the trials and dealing with the struggles of autism, depression, and anxiety, the reader hasn't exactly made many friends in the survivor's camp; but maybe, just maybe, she'll find friends elsewhere.

Word count: 3.3K

Relationship: Ghostface/Reader (May add more as chapters go on)C

Content warnings: Reader is a plus-sized AFAB with autism, depression, and anxiety. Danny is still an asshole and very chaotic but he has a heart specifically for the reader only. Descriptions of autism and mental health issues (based on my personal experience), one instance of sensory overload, ableism from other survivors (from ignorance, not malice), oral (male receiving), dom/sub power dynamics, mild asphyxiation, and knife play.

A/N: I'm hoping to make a few more chapters to accompany this one, but we'll see how it goes lol. Also, this is my specific headcanon for how Danny acts. It may not be everyone's cup of tea but it is mine :)

Depiction of my version of Danny, for reference <3

“So, what do you guys think about the new girl?” Claudette whispered conspiratorially.

“She’s uh- She’s different, that’s for sure.”

Dwight’s words were quiet but you could still hear them across the campfire. You purposefully made sure your eyes stayed locked onto the flames before you, not wanting to give any indication you could hear them discussing you. In all honesty, you didn’t mind hearing it because you needed realistic feedback; feedback none of them had been willing to supply so far.

“She’s not any good in chases, too slow; hell, even she herself said that she wasn’t ‘built’ for it,” Kate scoffed quietly, “At least she’s good at pushing through gens, even under threat.”

At that, you could feel your cheeks warm up. You weren’t expecting the praise, but also the little side comment about your weight didn’t feel great either. It was the harsh truth though. While able to run a decent sprint, you weren’t a marathon type of person. You did some cardio and weights before, but nothing near enough to prepare you for this place.

Dwight's speaking drew your attention back to them once more.

“Her medical knowledge is top notch though! The fact that the entity brought us a nurse was really lucky,” he added kindly, “Even Claudette’s healing pales in comparison.”

Even without shifting your gaze, you could see the pissed-off scowl the botanist threw his way. If you weren’t trying to hide your little spying session, you’d laugh in her face, but alas, you didn’t want to piss off the only people around that weren’t trying to actively kill you.

You were the newest to the survivor's camp, having only been dragged into the fog a few weeks ago at most. It was hard to tell as there was no actual passing of time, but you’d tried to keep count of your periods of sleep and it seemed somewhere around fifteen days had passed, give or take a few. Any optimistic dreams of getting out of the trials and back to your world were quickly diminishing, your hope replaced with fear, confusion, and hatred.

It didn’t help that you had a hard time connecting with your teammates. Part of the issue lay in your lack of knowledge of the trials and the other came from your lack of social understanding. It wasn’t that you weren’t trying, but it seemed no other survivor had any sort of experience with autism or even any mental health issues. Some just right down didn’t care to and called your diagnosis an excuse- Those were the ones you made sure to avoid other than when necessary. There were some, though, who were friendly enough and tried to include you, namely Laurie, Dwight, Ace, Jeff, Steve, and Mikaela. They were the ones you had the most hope for.

Fuck, how you longed to be back home.

“Well, looks like it’s time again.”

Laurie’s words shook you from your thoughts and you looked down just to see the fog crawling up your legs.

“God damn it,” you bit out under your breath.

Before you could figure out who was going into the trial with you, the world went dark and, within the next blink, you were in an all-too-familiar courtyard. Of course it was Midwich, one of the strongest realms for the killers. You only hoped you weren’t going against someone who benefitted from the particularly long empty hallways. The thought of facing the nurse down those corridors made your skin crawl.

With a little sigh, you made your way around the hedges to the sole generator in the courtyard. You couldn’t help but let your thoughts wander as you began to connect the wires before you. What killer could it be this time? You hadn’t met them all yet, but you’d heard about them from the others. The fact you had yet to hear any sign of the killer, or feel that familiar panic of your heart racing when they were nearby, alluded to the possibility of a stealth killer. You hoped with all your might that it wasn’t Michael Myers. He was notorious for being ruthless, bringing gifts from the entity that allowed him to kill you on the spot without any prelude and the ability to track you even beyond the walls. It was terrifying. Out of the limited killers you had faced, he was the worst.

“Well, well, I’d heard there was a new survivor but Evan and Anna failed to mention how hot you were!”

The sudden voice behind you sent you into a proper panic, your scream only drowned out by the exploding of the generator as you jerked back to face the unknown intruder. When your eyes locked onto the white screaming mask, your heartbeat raced even louder in your chest.

Ghostface. Another killer you’d yet to meet. The others had mixed reviews about him when sharing their stories. Apparently, he was very hot and cold in his trials. Sometimes he would be merciless, hooking everyone without a second thought, and other times he would play cat-and-mouse games and allow one or two who had sufficiently entertained him to escape.

“What, don’t tell me you’re mute, sweets,” he cajoled.

His head tilted to the side in an almost cute manner and you found yourself ruminating on the sound of his voice. It was obviously going through some kind of filter but the low timber was certainly- No, fuck, you wouldn’t let yourself even touch that thought!

“N-No, sorry, I just- You startled me,” you explained quietly.

The fact he hadn’t thrown you over his shoulder yet was both a relief and terrifying. Was he in a good mood today? As you debated your chances of survival, he took a step forward, and you instinctively stepped back, the dance continuing until your back pressed into the cold steel of the gen.

“What do you want, Ghostface?” you asked.

His hands came to rest on either side of you with a deep, rumbling, chuckle and you were made painfully aware of how much taller he was when he boxed you in. As you stared up at him, you couldn’t help the way your face lit up in response to the sudden intimate position.

“Glad to see my reputation proceeds me,” he teased, “Tell you what, I’ll go easy on you this first time… if you do something for me.”

Blinking slowly in thought, you tried to figure out what you could possibly do for someone who held all the power, but then his hand was on your jaw, squeezing your chin hard as he jerked your face up to meet his.

“Whatdya say, sweets?”

Swallowing hard, you murmured back, “What would I have to do?”

You could practically hear the smirk on his face as he cackled loudly, gloved hand releasing your chin only to pat your cheek as if soothing a child.

“Mmm, that’s what I like to hear. It’s been quite some time since I’ve seen a piece of ass like yours, especially one that isn’t attached to a whiny bitch,” he practically purred, “I’ll make it easy for you, this time. Let me feel that sweet little mouth and, in return, I’ll let you and two of your teammates go free.”

Thinking became fairly difficult as his hand slid down and encircled your throat. He didn’t cut off your airflow entirely, but the threat was there under the light pressure, and it made your heart race.

“T-Two?” you clarified.

“Two. Can’t let you all get out scott-free or I risk pissing off the head bitch,” he explained, thumb stroking your skin almost lovingly, “So? Wanna make a deal with death, baby?”

Emotions created a volatile vortex of your mind, uncertainty and fear of him going back on his word making you want to say no, but the promise of freedom demanding otherwise. On one hand, what would the others say if they found out? Then again, did you really care what they thought? They already had a preconceived notion about you. And it wasn’t like the thought of pleasing a man was exactly a bad one... Fuck, you were only human, and a touch-starved one at that, considering you were kept at arms reach unless you were healing the others.

“Fuck it,” you finally sighed, “I’ll do it.”

Ghostface sucked in a heavy breath, as if he had been expecting you to decline his advances, but then it was like a switch was flipped. Suddenly his hands were on your shoulders and you were shoved to your knees on the ground, giving silent thanks for the fact you were on grass and not concrete.

The sight of the tall cloaked form pulling up his robes was almost amusing until he shoved down his black pants and you were granted a sight that made your mouth water. He wasn’t even fully hard but already you could tell he was big, thicker than you were used to. You weren’t sure if it was due to your appearance, as he had alluded, or if maybe he was just as hungry for human touch, but the fact he was already excited was enough to make your own body react.

“You back out or don’t finish in time, the deal’s off,” he snapped suddenly.

“Oh o- Ah, shit!”

Ghostface silenced your words with a sharp tug on your hair, jerking you forward as he pushed his hardening cock against your face.

“Time’s ticking, sweets,” he sang teasingly.

You tossed him a little scowl before getting to work, one hand resting on his toned thigh as the other took hold of him. Your irritation slipped into intrigue and arousal as you slowly stroked his dick, enjoying the way he twitched and sighed way too much for what was undeniably an unconventional situation. As he hardened under your touch, you became dauntingly aware of just how thick he actually was. He had to be a little over average in length but your fingertips couldn’t even touch around it. The moment the first drip of precum rolled out over your fingers, you lost what reservations you held and quickly took him in your mouth.

“Fu-u-u-ck! That’s what I’m talking about!” he groaned loudly, fingers knotting against your scalp in a burning hold.

Before you had the chance to react, both hands were on your head and you were forced further down his cock. You tried to brace yourself and pull back, but he was so much stronger, pushing until his head was pressing against your throat. It took all of your resolve not to retch as your body instinctively gagged around him, but it didn’t seem to bother him one bit. If anything, he moaned louder, as if turned on by the noises.

Tears fell from your eyes as you sucked in ragged breaths through your nose every chance you got until he was back in your throat.

“Come on, babe, I know you can take it,” he moaned, “Be a good little slut and let me fuck that throat nice and raw.”

A choked moan escaped before you could stop it, your thighs clenching tight in search of relief. While you knew you were a bit of a freak back home, this was a whole other level, and you were disturbed by how much you liked it. Brows furrowing in concentration, you did your best to accommodate him and opened your mouth wide, relaxing your throat with a whimper.

“Shit, that’s it. Good girl.”

Annndd now you were dead. Not physically, of course, but mentally? You were beyond help. The sounds of the realm around you all faded away, even the loud chugging of the dying gen behind you muffled into silence under the sounds of the delicious moans he let out; the squelch of him pounding away at your mouth the only rivaling noise. Rivers of drool ran down your chin as he suddenly thrust forward and buried himself as far as possible, cutting off all traces of oxygen as your nose crushed into his dark pubes.

For a moment, it all became too much; the dirt against your knees, the slick spit coating your skin, the sticky panties clinging to your wet sex, and the sting of his grip culminating into a massive sensory overload. Eyes popping open, you gawked up at those soulless black holes and tapped at his thigh frantically. To your relief and surprise, he immediately pulled back.

“What? You good?” he asked, almost sounding concerned.

You held up a finger and took a moment to breathe, centering yourself as you wiped your mouth clean to remove at least one of the issues. Once you didn’t feel as if you were going to pass out, you met his gaze again.

“Sorry. Sensory issues,” you explained meekly, “I’m good to go.”

He paused for a moment, as if debating, so you decided to take it upon yourself to take a breath and swallow him once more.

“Damn, okay,” he laughed huskily as you dug your nails into his thighs, “Can’t say you’re not determined.”

His taunting fell way to debauched moans as you found your rhythm once more.

If it weren’t for the whole “stuck in an alternate reality where you’re sacrificed to a sadistic entity by brutal murderers”, this would absolutely be the hottest thing you’d ever experienced. None of your past partners had ever been as vocal as Ghostface. It was such a turn-on, a praise of the highest sort, and you were soaking it up like candy.

You tuned out everything around you until all there was, was Ghostface; The sensation of his leather gloves cupping your face, the heady scent of sweat and sex in your nostrils, and his gravelly moans filling your head.

“Fuck! Gonna come, sweets,” Ghostface groaned as his hips stuttered, “Gonna be good and swallow it all for me?”

Your moan of acknowledgment was met with a harsh curse and his hands once more taking over control. Keeping your teeth in mind, you hollowed your cheeks and traced your tongue along the underside of his cock as he fucked your face hard. There was no denying he was getting too rough, too caught up in his pleasure to care no doubt, but you weren’t about to stop him. The pain was worth the ecstasy thrumming through your veins. You were high on his pleasure.

There was no further warning before he rammed down your throat with a vicious snarl, shot after shot of cum pulsing from his cock. Deragoatory praises flowed from his lips in an almost whisper as you slowly rubbed his thighs and pulled back enough to breathe and swallow, letting him ride out his orgasm with little thrusts against your tongue. You were more than happy to let him take all he wanted.

There was a sudden shuffling of fabric and a flash of light that brought your eyes open in confusion, and you were mortified to find his camera pointed down at your face.

“Gotta document the occasion,” Ghostface purred warmly, “Not every day I get a babe down on her knees for me around here.”

For a moment, you weren’t quite sure what to do with yourself, torn between staring at the literal killer who had just given you the sexiest experience of your life and getting yourself together in preparation to leave. Before you could decide, the sudden jarring chime of the clock rang through the courtyard with a thunder and you all but threw yourself into Ghostface with a shriek, instinctively hiding against the biggest threat in the realm for protection. Heat filled your face as the masked man’s laughter bubbled through the air.

“Shit, that’s hilarious,” he sighed through laughter, then sighed, “You’re cute, you know that?”

It took everything in you not to argue with his statement and instead untangle yourself from his legs, getting to your feet as he resituated his clothes.

“Alright, deals a deal. Who you sacrificing?” he asked.

“Uh, I didn’t even see who all’s here,” you admit meekly.

Ghostface put a hand up to his chin as if in thought before saying, “Pretty sure I saw Laurie, Dwight, and Bill before I found you.”

You nodded in understanding and let out a heavy breath. It felt heartless, but at the same time, you knew it wasn’t as hard of a choice as you were pretending.

“Bill.”

“Ol military boy, huh? He piss in your Cheerios or something?” Ghostface asked.

“I don’t- eh?!”

Your world was suddenly upended and a little oomph of pain escaped your mouth as he tossed you like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder. Any instinctive need to complain was overruled by the throbbing of your cunt as his hand tucked between your thighs and gripped. Fuck, it shouldn’t be, but the way he could manhandle you like you were nothing was just… hot as hell. Clenching your thighs together in hopes of not embarrassing yourself any further, you relaxed into him and let him carry you away toward the gate.

“Sooo?” he urged.

Oh yeah. He’d asked about Bill. It was weird, talking to him like that he wasn’t some sadistic killer that had just had his dick in your mouth, but you appreciated his weird attempt at conversation nonetheless.

“He likes to make fun of my autism,” you explained weakly, “Says I’m making it up for attention and to get out of shit. If only he fucking knew how much I wish that were true. Dude just lived in an age where nobody talked about mental health and disabilities, and those who had the worse versions were just locked away. It’s sad really.”

Ghostface let out a hum but didn’t bother replying further, instead setting you down on your feet at the gate. When he suddenly gripped your jaw hard and pulled your face up, you watched him with a mixture of curiosity and heat, but your arousal-induced haze evaporated the moment he brandished his knife.

“G-Ghostface?” you asked warily.

He chuckled lowly as you swallowed hard and you could only imagine the devilish smirk that was hidden beneath the mask.

“Just leaving my mark, sweets, gotta let the others know you belong to someone now,” he said, gloved fingers sliding down your throat to stop at your collarbone, “Don’t move, now. Wouldn’t wanna hurt ya~.”

Standing still as a statue, you closed your eyes and braced for the worst. The sharp sting of his blade right above your breast tore a weak cry from your lips but still, you didn’t dare pull away, obediently allowing him to cut as he pleased.

Somewhere, in the deep down fucked up part of your brain, you knew you were in trouble when you whined about him pulling the knife away.

Eyes fluttering open, you looked down and were greeted with the demented sight of a permanent heart with a G carved into your flesh. Before you could comment on it, he suddenly reached up and lifted his mask, giving just a peek of what could only be a beautiful face. His jawline was strong and sharp, surprisingly clean-shaven, and his full cupid’s bow lips were pulled up into a panty-wetting smirk.

“Yeah, that’ll do nicely,” he groaned.

Oh, his voice. It was smooth, rich, and deep in a way that made your skin prickle. A pained moan fled your lips into his mouth as he kissed you hard. It was rough and messy, with too much teeth and tongue, but you felt yourself melting into him the longer it lasted. Fingers digging into the fabric of his cloak, you tugged him closer and held on for dear life until the ache in your lungs became too much to handle.

“Can’t wait to see you again, sweets, stay out of trouble,” he teased as you pulled away with a gasp.

And then he was gone, skulking away around the corner as you slumped back against the exit gate lever.

Yeah, you were good and fucked.

#ghostface #danny johnson #ghostface x reader #ghostface smut #dbd smut

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softpine · 11 months ago

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I'm still thinking about your characters and what their valentines day would look like currently where your story is so can I ask what everyone would be doing? I imagine Austin bringing flowers to Elaine and she loses it. Would Matt text Stevie? Mickaela and Dan pegging. Casper and Coco 👀????? Alisa messing with Jada. Stevie maybes annoying KD asking her what she's doing for v-day

omg i'm sorry my answer is so late 😭 if this were just a normal valentine's day and nothing life-threatening was happening to anyone, then what you said is exactly how everyone would be spending it ;-;

stevie annoying KD on valentine's day is sooooo true oh my god i can only imagine how insufferable she would be. she would bake a bunch of cookies and bring them into work like "here's a cookie for you! and here's a cookie for your...... partner? 🤨 and here's a cookie for your..... child? 👀 and here's a cookie for your..... other child? 🤔 just tell me when to stop. here's a cookie for your... dog? 🧐 here's a cookie for...."

coco is BOOKED for valentine's day. sorry to anyone who wishes they could make plans with her, she goes all out for this!! not even for monetary gain (it's actually a pretty slow day for sw), it's just always been her favorite holiday and she loves the decorations & outfits. although this would be the first time she's been 100% single since she was a teenager, so that would be tough, but that's all the more reason to throw herself into her work. casper is not part of this equation, he's going on a failed tinder date and making his mom sad because she was sure this would be the one sjkfjsd

definitely agree about austin buying elaine flowers, but really all elaine wants is a heartfelt card attached to them 🥺 she also organizes galentine's day (asa counts as an honorary gal) every year 💖

matt would fumble his way into some awkward misunderstanding with stevie, probably involving another goddamn stuffed animal fjskjfsd

jada would literally call off work on valentine's day. she is NOT emotionally prepared for whatever hell alisa would bestow upon her 😭 and since her dad is dating again she'd probably be alone but that's perfectly fine with her. a moment of peace is better than a valentine

finn would do something so sappy for valentine's day if here were here ughhhhh :( he'd have to step it up since he's already given asa flowers a few times and of course the unbeatable gift that was the antlers... the greatest gift asa could give to finn would be to chill the fuck out and not break the universe for one singular day lol

caroline starts getting cynical about love around valentine's day because so many people come into her shop asking for their bf/gfs name tattooed and she has to turn them away because she's not going to be complicit in bad decisions (DON'T ask her what tattoo she had covered up on her back 👿) but then she comes home and beth cooks dinner for her and lights one of their good candles and she believes in love again 😌

and we must not forget mikaela/danny pegging, as if they ever need a reason lmao. they're doing some convoluted roleplay that only they understand, making good use of their repertoire of spirit halloween costumes

#hopefully this answer being so long makes up for it being so late </3 #asks #anonymous #nonsims #brandi answers

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omentranslates · 9 months ago

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Owari no Seraph chapter 136 english fan translation

Hi how are you. Do you wanna read a fan translation of the new ons chapter? Because I have one. You should totally also read the official from here though!

There was some promo material along with the color page I translated this time too.

Color Page: To save Everything, that's the ambition he's imbued into his sword.

Owari no Seraph chapter 316: God Resides Within Them

[Transcription of the OnS half of the following volume 32 ad page]

Knowing the truth only strengthens their desire for a path to salvation!

To bless the souls of all with forgiveness...Yuu* and Mika's fight begins!!

Having found out the truth of his own past, he's set his sights on "delivering salvation unto all in existence." His first step has been to pay Saitou and the vampires a visit and attempt to discuss with them...!?

-[chapter starts here]

Shikama: Yuu, hurry up.

Saitou: Urd!!! Do NOT let him get to the First!!

Ky: ....holy shit.

Lest: We're gonna get caught up in it too if we don't get out of here!

Shikama: Shit

Urd: O Sword.....CLEAR THE SKY ALONG WITH THE FIRST!!!

Yuu: I can tell that's bad news just by looking, what do we do about it?

Mika: Hmm...

Yuu: I wonder if we can just...tank it?

Mika: No shot, tanking that would kill us. And even if we lived we'd have been knocked too far away.

Yuu: Oh yeah, too far away to hear what the First has to say. So what then?

Mika: Mhm....

Mika: Ohhh- I've got it. We've cast curse of you can't kill us on the vampires, right?

Yuu: Uh, no I don't think they're really taking that into account with these attacks.

Mika: Well ok, but maybe that's because we're in the middle of a tumultuous battle now. So basically if we settle down and behave, our curse should go back into affect.

Yuu: Hm...

Mika: So as soon as we hear whatever the First has to say, we should just immediately let ourselves get captured and it'll be fine.

Yuu: Ok.

Mika: Alright, we've got our plan

Yuu: But how?

Mika: I'll take his attack alone until I hit empty battery, so just toss the sword into it.

Yuu: Aren't you just being suicidal again?

Mika: I'm already dead I can't be. Even if he explodes me I'll just come back whenever I eat some of your desire.

Yuu: That's gonna have ME running on empty, though.

Mika: Yeah it'll probably get you so bad you won't even be able to move, but it's better than dying right now.

Yuu: Sure I guess. Ok, I'll throw you now, then.

Mika: Great, I'll give it my all!

Yuu: *Link sounds*

Mika: *screaming*

Mika: Oh, nevermind I fucked up

Mika: YUUCHAN I FUCKED UP.

Ferid: That's the impact Urd Gilles' sword makes. Must be someone real powerful over there to cancel it out

Ferid: Am I right, My Queen

Krul: He's strong, this isn't Ferid's strength. I don't know if I can win here.

Shinya: Hey....Kureto nii-san. Are you still alive? ...Did you die?

Shinya: I gave you your next shiritori kana quite a while ago, can I consider it my win if you died? What would people say if they knew Kureto nii-san had died ragequitting shiritori....

Shinya: Uh??? Kureto nii-san, are you alive? If you really died-

Kureto: Hey.

Shinya: OH SHIT, YOU SURVIVED THAT?

Kureto: Stop being stupid. Let's set our allies loose and then get out of here, Shinya. And no dawdling.

Shinya: I know.

Yuu: I'm so hungry oh my god, this must be empty battery.

Yuu: Ok, First, I'm here! What are we talkin' about!?

Yuu: Oh, you're see-through! Wh-what the hell happened???

Shikama: I'm...being eaten.

Yuu: Eaten!? Wait by who?????

Shikama: By humans.

Shikama: I couldn't have imagined a human with enough power to do this...

Yuu: I asked who though????

Shikama: There's no time to explain. I need to transfer whatever is left of my magic and power to you before it's all stolen.

Yuu: Wh-

Mika: THAT WAS SO STUPID. I DIDN'T EVEN LAST 8 SECONDS.

Mika: HEY, HE'S SEE-THROUGH!!

Shikama: There's no time. Rigr and Urd are on their way. Before they get here, Yuu,

Yuu: What?

Shikama: You said you had found out how to resurrect Mikaela. Was that true? I've never once been able to do it.

Yuu: It was true. If you teach me how, I can do it successfully.

Shikama: Was I mistaken in the way I've been doing it?

Yuu: Yeah, all wrong.

Shikama: ...I see. But you found where that mistake was.

Yuu: I did.

Shikama: Understood. Then, since my time has run out, it's time to entrust everything to you.

The spell to resurrect Mikaela. The spell to hide this world from Paradise. The spell to destroy Paradise.

Shikama: There is a great price for you to pay for all of these. But still-

Yuu: I have my memories back, I can do it. I'll follow in your steps, I'll resurrect all of the angels.

Shikama: Ha, hahaha

Shikama: You really do surprise me, humans and homonculi both, before I even knew it you've surpassed your creator's wildest expectations.

Shikama: Alright then, I leave what's left of my power to you, who I know less and less what exactly to call.

Shinoa: I don't think so.

Shikama: .....what do you even intend to use all this power for?

Shinoa: For love.**

Shikama: How selfish, an expectedly human answer.

Shinoa: How are you any different?

Shikama: I never thought this day would come...my wish, I leave to the next generation.

Shinoa: I don't know who you were planning to give what to, but now that I have it, it won't be used to hurt anyone else.

Yuu: Ok

The power of the First’s love has been settled in that body....***

Owari no Seraph will be on hiatus next month.

T/N:

*the Yuu they use here is in katakana like they write the Homonculous's name (and how Shikama has been referring to Yuu recently)

**Shinoa uses the word for romantic love here

***changed from what I used to have after being asked for clarification, I think this version makes it more obvious which body they’re talking abt but you can still see the original with the twitter version XP

#owari no seraph #english translation

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bellybiologist · 1 year ago

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TLDR: Verzi Need Money. Here Link for Helping Fill Money Bar with Money Juice. -Ko-fi -Commission form (Open again! Note the price increase!) -Patreon -Paypal.me

Okay! Verzi need money. So! Here's this.

This shitty meter here is just for a bit of transparency (Graphic design is NOT my passion), cuz people like to know where there money is going. This will fill up as with funds from my patreon (money I got this month is already there!), from commissions, and from any tips/extras given by kind souls in passing, and I need to hit these marks EVERY month for like… a year. (This is after fees and such of course, cuz god forbid we don't pay the middle-men their dues.)

I will update this thing as time passes so ya'll will know where I'm at. Reblogging/Sharing is welcome, encouraged, and greatly appreciated!

A bit of info for each section under the Readmore:

-Rent and Bills: The Most Important thing to Keep Verzi Kickin'! I pay half my apartment's now $1368 rent PLUS the utilities, which range from 100~200 bucks, splitting with my aunt who works 2 jobs to make sure she pays her half. Since my mom passed away from Pancreatic cancer in 2021, this has been rough since it used to be split 3 ways.

-Dental Costs: The face bone doctors want my money after drilling holes and pulling out the insides!! My face actually feels BETTER so i'm not as mad as I COULD be about this, but this needs to be paid for the next 12 months. (And they want MORE money to do a cleaning and I almost laughed. Like, no buddy you ain't getting 750 out of me when I don't even have a refrigerator.(See Below))

-Big Purchase+Credit Card bills: It wont pay off ALL my credit card debt, but it keeps me from falling behind. Since the passing of Michael and Fred (my microwave and refrigerator respectively) I need to make some big purchases so my kitchen functions. Michael has been successfully replaced by Mikaela, and we are still looking for Fred's replacement. Ms. Frida, the chest freezer who is literally older than I am (I am 33!!) and STILL functions is holding down the fort while we look for a refrigerator. We can live without a fridge thanks to her constant service, allowing us to keep frozens. Also, like, literally on the 30th of July, Monty the Monitor must've succumbed to heatstroke so i had to buy one of THOSE too for my computer setup. I will name all my appliances to cope.

-Extra+Taxes: Once we get here, I'm in the clear for the month's expenses! However!! Taxes are due in October. I DO NOT know how much that will be, and since the whole Covid relief thing that lessened business taxes ended last year, I MAY be paying for quite a bit!! Anything past this point will be prepping for Taxes AND forming a buffer for More Happenings (God forbid).

===== Rewards??? Rewards!! =====

I considered a Drive like other kink artists in these circles, but I don't like drives for several reasons and those reasons are why I've never done one in the past. Despite that, I STILL want to do something that at least feels like a reward or incentive for people keeping me Alive™, so I'm going to do some simple doodles/sketches, and possibly try to stream those doodles in my discord!

Every 100 bucks past the "Rent and Bills Paid" section (meaning at 900 dollars and onward), I will do a RANDOM drawing from any requests/suggestions from the pool made by people who threw some cash monies my way!

Suggestions can be sent in through Ko-fi messages, Paypal notes accompanying payments/donations/tips, and a Patreon-only post (they are always giving me money, so patrons have access by default!). Commissioners who send in the form can ALSO suggest something for the pool if they like! (there's a question on the form for it) Now, like all requests, it's ultimately up to my discretion on whether or not I will draw something, but I will still try to keep it random and let it be a roll of the dice (or a RNG app).

There is no minimum requirement either! So people throwing only $1 at me, buying only one Ko-fi, or dropping anything bigger are free to offer a suggestion. But please limit requests/suggestions to one entry per person.

Now, as to what these will and can be:

-It will be a simple lined sketch with one color or flat colors. Depends on how many need doing, how I'm feeling when I draw it and how complicated it is.

-It can be up to 2 characters, but they may be less refined compared to a single character one. They can be the same character in 2 different states, or 2 different characters interacting with each other.

-No private requests please! It will have to be something that can be publicly posted and that you're fine with being perceived by others.

-In terms of kinks/sizes/etc, it will be something that you'd normally see on this blog or for my work! Mileage may vary, but more extreme stuff that I'd normally avoid may be glossed over when I'm constructing the pools.

-Unlike commissions, these will not go through a WIP stage/be modified after the fact! They end up how they end up. If you wanna be nitpicky, please use this opportunity to order a full commission!

-You're allowed to suggest OCs as long as it's yours or its owner has given permission to draw them in the context I am known to put boys in!

#Help a sista out #verzi's art

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mxhirus · 1 year ago

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Acc to you top 7 best looking ons characters? (Both male and females)

I personally think mahiru or doji would be the first

For me it's:

women

mahiru, her entire aesthetic is generally pleasing and i tend to draw her absent mindedly and god she is so bad

krul, i absolutely adore her design it was definitely thought through

chess belle, her design is just pleasing to me

mitsuba, i like her hair and how she almost mimics aois teenage years

shinoa, i really like her design smt about it really hits different

sayuri, her hair is super nice and it matches up with her facial features

mito, i like her firey red hair; compliments her blurple eyes

men

guren, unfortunately he is the one character that i simped for so bad (its the mahiru genes)

shikama doji, he literally looks so fucking godly, absolutely ethreal

mikaela, okay he may be a bit overrated but i just like the way he looks

yuu, i just like how innocent he looks; makes me want to bite him

crowley, hes bad as hell that is literally my only reason

lest karr, i like his design but not so much the colors of his outfit when he's in color though it doesnt compliment his hair tbh

shinya, idk i just think hes pretty cute

#owari no seraph #seraph of the end #hiiragi mahiru #chess belle #shinoa hiiragi #mitsuba sangu #mito jujo #krul tepes #sayuri hanayori #ichinose guren #shikama doji #hyakuya mikaela #hyakuya yuichiro #crowley eusford #lest karr #shinya hiragi

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sjyuns · 1 year ago

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🗒️ 、KISS IT BETTER BABY

playboy! jake x fem reader 762 words warning kissing genre fluff mikaela’s note this and intentions are literally the same because i love playboys

“You act as if you’re obsessed with me, Jake,” you point out, eyes playfully rolling back at him, the absolute bane of your parent’s existence, your boyfriend.

The dim lighting of the empty corridor only does justice to Jake Sim as he glows, hair slicked back in his all black suit that made him look like Lucifer himself. And it’s utterly ironic, how he tempts you like a sinner then treats you like an angel.

“I am though,” he grins, not a single hint of embarrassment evident in his voice, “sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night screaming your name.” It’s a whisper, yet it’s loud as his words resonate in your chest, sending chills down your spine.

He bends down, your back plastered against the cool marble wall of the fancy hotel that you should know the name of, yet everything is fuzzy as you come face to face with Jake. His effect on you is everlasting, just like it was when you first met him.

Out of the many rules imposed on you, one was written in bold, highlighted in fluorescent, and drilled into your mind — never ever befriend or even talk to a Sim. They’re rude and manipulative, taking every single opportunity to drain you dry for their own gains.

But you couldn’t help your weak heart, especially not when a boy like Jake Sim stood in front of you, face sculpted like a Greek god as he adored you as if you were the one that was otherworldly.

And so it started — climbing through windows unethically when the sky was a stroke of midnight blue, lies and lies that you were feeling unwell just to get pulled into an empty room to meet Jake. It was bad, very wrong, yet not a single tinge of guilt could be found in you.

“Not here,” you mutter, palms placed flat against his muscular chest. “Someone might be watching.”

He groans, “whatever, baby, let them watch.” His eyes are etched on your lips, tongue darting out swiftly before he bends down once again, “wanna show you off for once.”

Your lips are smooth, falling open at the brush of his tongue, welcoming him as his ring clad fingers grasp your hips. It’s heaven on earth, and Jake wishes that he could have you by his side every second of the day, that he could have the only privilege he had ever wanted amidst all in his life — to kiss you whenever he wanted to.

Jake doesn’t know how it happened, maybe it was curiosity or just the pure fact that you were labelled as forbidden that made the thought of you more appealing, more intoxicating, more fun. And he never expected it to be anything more than a game, but here he was, confessing that you were all he could ever think about, dream about.

“Jake,” you whine, pushing him away with great effort before glancing around to see if anyone was watching. Jake thinks he might go insane just looking at you, swollen lips and pretty face as you stare at him in slight disappointment — but how could he ever control the urge to kiss his pretty girl.

“Jake?” He cocks his head to the side, lips slightly downturned as he laments, “we’re alone right now and you’re calling me Jake? You wound me.” He holds back a cocky smirk at the way your eyes dim at the sight of his facade.

“You can always kiss it better, baby.” The playful smirk that he’s unable to hold back now showcased on his face, and it’s times like this that you find yourself cursing Jake Sim and his godly charm. He’s playing with you, and it’s painfully obvious, and you can’t seem to do anything but stare with burning red ears and cheeks.

“C’mon baby, don’t be shy, I’m all yours.” You can feel his hot breath hitting your lips, fingers caressing your waist as he pulls you closer and gives you nothing but teasing glances as he waits for you to initiate the kiss.

“We’re not supposed to do this,” you murmur, yet your actions oppose your words as you close the gap between his lips and yours, pure ecstasy as he smiles into the kiss.

Again and again, as Jake Sim pressed soft kisses on your lips, under the dim lighting of the hallway, just a few metres away from your parents. But he thinks it doesn’t matter what the consequences might be, he’d be fine as long as you were there to kiss it better.

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kaylopolis · 3 months ago

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Alastor's Shadow (18+) - Afterword

Alastor x F!Reader

Tag List: Slow burn, rivals to lovers, eventual smut

Masterlist Link: Masterlist

Spoiler Warning: Please read this after the Epilogue

Dear Hoteliers,

Before we begin, there is one thing I’d like to address: why did I kill Alastor?

Alastor’s death, believe it or not, was not about Alastor.

While you were dying, your thoughts were not fixated on him, nor were they fixated on Mary Marie if you read that alternate ending. They were about the abuse you experienced as an Angel of God. After all, this story, the very first thing that brought you to the Hotel was revenge.

But this was not a story about revenge. That all changed in Chapter 14 “Picking a Fight,” when you and Alastor finally caved and gave in to your feelings for each other.

No longer was your Endgame plan clear cut. Things got complicated. Alastor had to accept you and the plan or it didn’t work. Why? Because, again, you thought your story was one of revenge.

Alastor’s death - the demon saving you, looking after you over the years he was “dead,” and the lengths you went to revive him - changed that narrative. Because now it was not about Alastor accepting you and the Endgame plan, but you realizing that your story could not go on without him.

Literally, hence the time jump.

I did this for your character development, closure of your character’s arc, and because it has been the theme from the beginning of this work: power born from love is a thousand times more powerful than that born from fear.

Hence, the power, chaos, and love modified mantra I ended with.

So, if love was the solution/closure you needed why were you so fixated on the abuse as you died? Why did you not find resolution in those final moments (hence the “your fault” present during this scene)? Why was there no healing from your triggering past during this fic?

I intentionally did not want that sub-plot to find an ending because that’s not how trauma works. It’s an ongoing process - a battle to fight everyday. We have our good days and our bad, and we do not let it dictate our lives, but it’s a battle nonetheless.

I’ve always taken issue with movies and books romanticizing trauma and a character becoming empowered from it, using it as willpower to take down kingdoms literally and metaphorically. Culture wraps up trauma in a nice pretty bow and sticks it on a shelf and calls it a day when, in reality, that’s not how healing works.

It is a battle. An ongoing battle many of us spend our entire lives fighting.

How fitting that Mikaela’s a soldier…

But I’m not here to rehash this subplot. I’ve said my peace for you all to synthesize on your own because I find writers have many hidden motives we don’t catch while reading, and, as a writer myself, it makes me incredibly sad when a reader misses it because the story is SO much better if you understand them.

That being said, I’m here to reflect. After all, it’s what an “Afterword” is for.

I’ve never written a fanfic before but I am a fantasy writer. I decided to use this piece to explore romance, smut, and to fantasize about Alastor because how can you not? Vivienne inadvertently dropped us a hottie who has taken the fandom by storm!

I started this piece off as an “eventual smut” piece. Trying to practice my writing in a way the great Alastor Fictive writers on here would be proud to read: @minkdelovely , @hazelfoureyes , @hurthermore , @krahk , @fraugwinska , @macabr3-barbi3 (seriously go read their stuff, it’s AMAZING). Yet, around Chapter 14 (I call it the “Golden Chapter” in my head because I consider it to be the climax of not only the fanfic but of my writing as a whole. I’m quite proud of that chapter and honestly spent a long time debating ending the story there, but so many things were still unfinished) I found that I didn’t particularly have a talent for writing smut, nor did I enjoy it in the same way I enjoy writing fantasy.

This entire project was a discovery and a challenge for myself, and I grew A LOT as a writer.

Looking back, if I had to do this again, I would change quite a bit after Chapter 14. Maybe I will in the future, but as of right now, I have school and another manuscript to complete.

That being said, I have fallen in love with Mikaela and plan on using her in the future for my own book. (I will obviously not use any of Vivienne’s stuff because copyright laws exist, but I just love the character’s personality.)

I’m not planning on writing more on Tumblr anytime soon, but the series will stay up for future readers to find and enjoy.

My only goal with this was to reach a few people and have one person - just one - say they liked my writing. :)

Thank you, Hoteliers. Without you, this project wouldn’t have happened.

To power, chaos, and love!

As always, stay smutty <3

kaylopolis

Btw looking for feedback, feel free to send me a message!

-> Link to Masterlist

Tagged Hoteliers:

@sirens-and-moonflowers @wonderlandangelsposts @saccharine-nectarine @goyablogsstuff @mommymilkers0526 @eris-norwega @missgirlsstuff @alastor-the-radio-demons-blog @sillywormtrixareforkids @its-a-dam-blue-brick @cloverresin20 @blue-bird251 @speedycoffeedelight @littlebluefishtail @sawi1987 @mopeyghost @beelz3bub @fraugwinska @minamilinaqueen @demoarah @diffidentphantom @divineknightmare @animecrazy76 @sleepykittycx @graunta @reath-solia @satansdaughter123 @mysticatto @freshonyourpages @chibistar45 @rapunzelbro @stephydearestxo

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Following her first meet-up with friends, Mikaela got a mystery phone call..."Mikaela Courtney?"

"Umm...yes that's me. Who's this?" The voice was familiar, does she know this person?

"It's great to hear your voice again. It's Dirk...Dirk Dreamer! We used to go out back in high school."

"Holy...CRAP. Dirk! Dirk DREAMER? How'd you get my number?!"

"Oh I hope you don't mind. Lilliana reached out to me after you two met and told me you were back in town permanently. I just wanted to give you a call and say 'Welcome back, and maybe you wouldn't mind getting some coffee tomorrow afternoon?"

"Oh, that would be lovely."

"Great, I'll meet you at the café in town at 1, then."

Mikaela hung up. She couldn't believe it...a date with the boy she used to date?! Not only that, but the only boy she's ever told she loved...and then proceeded to dump right before she left the country?!

I have to get my mind right...what the hell am I going to say to him??

I do look pretty good these days...could show off my humor, my great ass-ets. Oh my god who am I kidding I can't do this...he's gotta harbor some sort of resentment towards me. There's no way this could go well...

#ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #tjol challenge #tjol: gen 1 #w

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scariusaquarius · 4 months ago

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blood, guts, and transformers.

Chapter Twelve: Fortis Fortuna Adiuvat

Winchester! Reader

As we drove to the location of Optimus' drop off, I noticed a flare shooting up into the sky. Simmons, noticing it as well, pointed it out.

"That's them right there! See the flare?"

All of a sudden, missiles exploded beside us, causing Bee to swerve as he tried to dodge the artillery. Mikaela screamed as I yelped, and Leo's lip began to quiver. Sam was freaking out, and I held onto the seats as we swerved once more, a missile exploding in front of us. Leo lost it, screaming hysterically.

"Oh, god. God, please. Please!"

Mikaela growled and snapped at the petrified boy.

"Leo, stop freaking out. Stop freaking out!"

Leo, however, continued, his cries going a mile a minute. Per usual.

"Please, God, Please! Please just let me live. Let me live!"

Having enough of his crap, I turned and sucker punched Leo, his head snapping back as he passed out. Mikaela gawked, and Simmons stated, annoyed.

"Thank god. Can't take that guy anymore!"

As we drove in silence, a jet flew right towards us. Before it hit us, the Decepticon transformed, landing in front of Bee. Bee drove between his legs, and hit the gas, driving away from the Dorito-shaped D-Con. Simmons ordered, pointing at the dust cloud created from the Decepticon's missiles.

"Use the dust! Hide in the dust!"

Bee did as instructed, and we were finally able to get away from the Dorito-con. Getting out, Sam planned.

"We've got to split up. Bumblebee, you're the decoy. You lead the Decepticons away, all right? I'm gonna get Optimus."

Simmons replied.

"I'll help draw their fire with Huey and Dewey there. You get to those soldiers. I hope that dust works, kid."

Sam nodded, replying quietly.

"Thanks."

Turning to Mikaela, he ordered.

"I want you to stay with Simmons."

She frowned, replying.

"Sam, I'm not leaving you."

I said, giving her a stern look.

"Mikaela, you've been a really big help up to now, but now the fight is mine and Sam's. As harsh as it may sound: You'll be dead weight from here on out."

Mikaela glared, but then sighed when she realized I was right. I walked up to her, whispering as I touched her shoulder.

"I'll keep him safe...if there is someone that is gonna get through this, it's Sam."

Mikaela looked up at me with worried eyes before biting her lip. I added, giving her a comforting look.

"I give you my word."

Mikaela looked at me and said, shaking her head.

"It's not me you should give your word to. Keep your own word...he needs you more than he needs me."

Staring at her, I bit my lip before nodding.

"Stay alive, kid. It's great to have another female on the team."

"You too, (Y/n)."

I then began to run towards Optimus' location, Sam following. He asked, his curious eyes squinting slightly.

"What..what was that about?"

"Girl code, Sam. We don't tell our girly secrets to boys."

I smirked when Sam huffed in annoyance and defeat. As we ran, we came up onto a drop-off, Sam pausing. Seeing the Egyptian city, Sam nodded to himself before taking off again. Following after him, we slid down a sand dune before weaving in and out of the ruins, Sam looking around for the quickest way to Optimus.

"We still have a mile that way. Come on... This way. This way."

Pulling me along, Sam bit his lip. All of a sudden, strange booms echoed, and I watched as a meteor flew overhead, slamming into the sand a couple-hundred feet away. Sam glanced back at me before we began to run again.

-WITH LENNOX-

When they all had spied the meteors, Will had shaken his head, pointing out.

"We got a whole lot of fight coming our way!"

Epps asked, his eyes widened just slightly.

"How many?"

Will estimated, shrugging slightly.

"About thirteen."

Epps shook his head, looking around.

"This ain't good. This ain't good! We're about to get our asses whupped!"

As the transformers began to come their way, Will instructed.

"Bravo, Charlie, kneel!"

As they knelt on the sand, William began to explain the plan to them.

"All right, those Decepticons are searching for Sam and (Y/n). Whatever Sam has, he thinks it'll bring Optimus back to life...and whatever (Y/n) knows is gonna help. So our mission is to find the kids and get them to Optimus. All right, we're gonna draw fire from the left flank. I need a scout team."

Ironhide stood, saying to Will.

"I will lead."

Nodding, Will instructed for the team that volunteered to be the scouts.

"Go up through the middle with Arcee and Ironhide. Right, when you see the precious cargo, I want you to pop green smoke and come back through those pillars. We'll have the ambush set. All right. Let's go. Move out!"

"Hoo-rah!"

-WITH READER-

When Starscream began to circle around, Sam and I ran into a building, taking cover within the walls of the abandoned complex. Sam motioned for me to get down, and I did as told.

"I don't think they saw us. Get down. Get down. Okay. Listen. Once it's clear, we run for Optimus as fast as we can, okay?"

Nodding, I whispered as I heard speaking.

"Shh, I think they're coming around!"

When one of the guys landed, Sam widened his eyes and ducked, sitting down and holding his breath. As Sam glanced around, I held my breath, widening my eyes when they walked around the building. With fear running through my veins, I noticed they began to glow blue once more. Biting my lip, I rubbed my wrists and glanced at Sam, watching him pluck something from the wall. As he examined it, I noticed it was a Decepticon, looking like a dragonfly or a moth, and I widened my eyes when Sam ripped it apart.

For a moment, all was silent before the roof was ripped from the building, causing us both to scream in terror. When Starscream spied us, he reached for us. However, Sam and I backed into the wall so hard that it fell, causing us to become disoriented for a moment. Not wanting to wait around, we both began to run, adrenaline pumping through our veins. When one of the Decepticons shot through the stairs we were on, I jolted before Sam paused. Spying the roof just a ways away, Sam said.

"We gotta jump. Ok? We gotta jump."

Backing up, Sam and I shared a glance before taking off and jumping, an explosion behind us causing dust and brick to block our vision. Rolling, I cried out when I fell from the roof and onto the ground, Sam following. Groaning, Sam helped me up before we peered through a hole in the wall just a ways away. Spying our destination, Sam nodded.

"Let's go."

Nodding, we began to run once more, my lungs burning as we did. However, I was suddenly aware of a male voice screaming Sam's name, searching for where the source was. Spying a civilian man and woman, seeming to be Americans, I was horrified. What were they doing here? Sam screamed.

"Dad!"

What? Why were his parents here? Was this a trap? When we arrived on the scene, a Decepticon jumped out at us, shooting the spot right beside me. Screaming, I fell into the wall, caught off guard and fearful, and Sam got in front of me, hands in the air.

"Wait! Wait!"

Sam's dad called to Sam, his eyes wild.

"Please listen to me. I want you to run! Run!"

However, the Decepticon wasn't having any of it, slamming an appendage in the spot in front of the man. Sam called to his father, shaking his head.

"Dad, just stop! They don't want you, they want me- oh, God! Wait!"

Another shot rang out, and I gasped, staring up at the Decepticon as it said Sam's name.

"Don't hurt them. This is what you want. You don't want them."

As Sam held the Matrix dust up, I widened my eyes and hissed.

"Sam, don't you dare give it what it wants!"

Sam ignored his parents and my screaming, speaking as the Decepticon continued to stomp around.

"Just don't hurt them. I know what you want, and I know that you need me. Because I know about the Matrix."

Feeling a familiar presence, I glanced up to see Bumblebee up on the roof, getting ready to attack the Decepticon. As the Decepticon began to walk towards Sam, he held up the Matrix dust again.

"Hey, hey, whoa! Here's what you want, right here."

As the Decepticon got close to Sam, the boy cried out.

"Bumblebee!"

Bumblebee sprang into action, and sand flew up into the air as they both began to fight. Feeling something bubble within my chest, I held my hands up as the Decepticon fell my way, screaming as some sort of energy shot from my outstretched hands, causing the Decepticon to fly back to Bumblebee. My mouth fell in shock, Bumblebee seeming to be surprised as well, and I bit my lip. What the hell was that? Suddenly, another Decepticon, looking like a lion, jumped onto Bumblebees back.

Bumblebee, being the badass he was, grabbed the vermin before ripping its spine from its body, slamming it into the other D-Con's face. Sam gathered his parents and I to cover, his eyes wide as he watched the fight. When the fight ended, a breath of relief left my body, and I was glad that Bumblebee had gotten to the scene when he did. When his parents began to panic, Sam moved them back to the wall. Sam grabbed his father as Bee walked up, his optics trained on the boy as Sam said to the robot.

"You get them somewhere safe, alright?"

Bee whirred in agreement, and Sam looked back at his father, ordering.

"You've got to get in the car. Get to safety."

"No, no, this isn't up for discussion! You're my son!"

My heart ached for the man, wishing there was a way Sam could escape from this hell. However, I knew that Sam had to get to Optimus. Nobody else but him could get to Optimus, even if I was powerful enough to do it myself. Sam replied, becoming desperate.

"I know."

"You're my son!"

"Dad-"

The man cut him off once more.

"We all go together. We are all going together!"

Sam shook his head, replying.

"You've got to let me go, Dad. You have to let me go. You have to."

Biting my lip, I watched as Sam's mother whispered to his father.

"Ron. Ron, Ron let him go."

For a moment, Sam and Ron stared at each other before Ron demanded.

"You come back!"

As they piled into Bee, Sam gave me a look.

"You're okay?"

I nodded, replying to him as I rubbed my arm.

"Well, other than being in the middle of a war zone, I'd say the only thing I'm disappointed about is the fact that I don't have Guns N Roses playing in the background."

Sam couldn't help but smile and shake his head as I said.

"Welcome to the jungle, punk."

-WITH SAM AND CAS-

Sam was staring at the screen with wide eyes, jaw clenched and foot tapping faster than lightning upon the floor. He had been given permission by General Morshower to watch the battle on the condition that he stayed out of everyone's way. Castiel was watching the screen as well, blue eyes focused and worried. He murmured.

"They're getting closer to Optimus. I can feel it."

Sam looked at Castiel and asked.

"What's going on? What's the word with (Y/n)? Is she alright? Fuck, Cas, tell me something! Anything!"

Castiel looked at Sam and simply said.

"(Y/n)'s journey as just begun...so it will not end here, Sam. She will be alright."

Sam, despite getting annoyed by the cryptic words, found comfort within Castiel's reassurance.

"What about Sam, Cas? What about the boy?"

Castiel blinked, watching the screen as explosions sounded from the speakers.

"His life is dependent on her. Their bond will not allow one or the other to die."

"What do you mean by that?"

Castiel glanced back at Sam.

"Samuel Witwicky may be the one saving Optimus...but Sam is the gateway that (Y/n) must open in order to fully awaken what has been released from dormancy within her. Without Sam...(Y/n) will surely perish."

Sam's eyes widened, and Castiel could only look away, unable to speak any more.

-WITH READER-

As we approached a wall, I could see Ironhide and the Arcee twins. When Arcee glanced our direction, she announced.

"Spotted Sam!"

Sam and I called at the same time.

"Ironhide!"

Arcee drove up to us, instructing.

"Follow us to the pillars. We will take you to Optimus."

However, right after she said that, a bullet came straight for her. Time seemed to move in slow motion as something within me began to bubble once more. Turning my gaze to the right, I watched the bullet head for her spark.

In a second, my veins glowed brighter than ever, just like when I protected myself from getting crushed, and my hand came up on its own. Just as the bullet went in front of my hand, I willed myself to blast it away. As time began to move normally, energy exploded from my hand, the bullet ricocheting. Arcee and Sam gasped, and I widened my eyes. Arcee gave me a look, and I replied shakily.

"Well, gotta pay you back for the guardianship thing one way or another."

She grinned before Ironhide called.

"Get out, Sam! Get to the pillars!"

Sam nodded and we began to run. Decepticons fell all around us, dying as the Autobots littering the town protected us. A sudden chill ran down my spine, and I turned to see Megatron, his glare annoyed and malicious. As explosions began to follow us, Sam and I ran as fast as we could, narrowly dodging the raining bullets.

In the distance, I could see Will, and my heart began to soar. Sam waved his hand, screaming to bring attention to him, and I panted, my legs sore. Will called to us as he ran to hide behind a collapsing structure.

"Come on! (Y/n)! Come on! Get in here!"

Will grabbed my hand as I got to him, and he pulled me inside. Sam followed a second later, and Will greeted him.

"Oh, look who showed up. You better have a good reason for us to be here."

Sam asked Will, shaking from adrenaline and fear.

"Where's Optimus?"

Will replied, gesturing with his head.

"He's right over there, across the courtyard."

Sam exclaimed.

"I got to get to him right now."

Will disagreed.

"Not with an airstrike coming."

I snapped, grabbing Will's shoulder.

"We have to get to him right now! If we don't, this isn't going to end well for any of us!"

Will gave me a perplexed look before he widened his eyes. Pushing us back, he ushered.

"Go. Back, back, back, back."

We stayed quiet as a Decepticon readied a weapon above us, firing at soldiers about half a mile away. Suddenly, the sound of transforming caught my attention, and I was surprised to hear the voice of Jetfire.

"Incoming! Stick the landing! Whoa-ho-ho! Behold the glory of... Jetfire!"

Suddenly, Jetfire slammed the Decepticon onto the structure above us, grinning.

"Now let me show you how we brought the pain in my day!"

Practically ripping the D-Con's head off, I was in awe. Who knew he could be so...badass? However, the victory was short-lived when a scorpion-like D-Con attacked Jetfire, cutting into his body like a hot knife in butter. When Jetfire fell, slamming his fist onto the head of the robot, he mumbled.

"I'm too old for this crap."

Biting my lip, I called to Jetfire.

"Come on, old man! One little asshole like that shouldn't take you down so easily!"

Jetfire snapped.

"Well, fleshling, you're not the one with a couple millenniums on ya!"

Shaking my head, Will turned to Sam and me before ordering.

"We're gonna make a break through the B's on my command, okay? You guys stick with me, you understand? You stay on my ass."

Sam and I nodded, and Epps mumbled.

"I hope these F-16s got good aim."

Will asked, frowning.

"Yeah? Why is that?"

"I told them to hit the orange smoke."

Will looked to his right before asking.

"You mean that orange smoke?"

Epps shook his head, replying back.

"It wasn't my best toss, okay?"

Will gave Epps a dirty look before they both screamed.

"Run!"

Immediately, we all took off, staying on Will and Epps' asses as we ran from the targeted area. As we ran, Sam suddenly veered left, and I followed behind him closely.

"Come on, Sam!"

I encouraged as we ran. However, a sudden voice behind us screamed.

"Die!"

A shot was aimed at us, and Sam and I were thrown into the air when it hit the ground. Landing painfully, I could feel something within me snap, causing me to scream out in pain. Sam, however, made no noise. Turning to him, I widened my eyes and crawled my way to him. His eyes were closed, and he was motionless. Fearing the worst, I called to him.

"Sam! Sam, open your eyes. Come on! Sam!"

Will ran up to me, pulling me off of him, and I screamed.

"No, no! Will! Do something!"

Will began to do chest compressions on Sam, and I was becoming fearful. Why was this happening? This wasn't supposed to be the way this ended. It couldn't end here. Why would we go through all this trouble for it to end right here? When Will didn't get anything from Sam, he looked at me with a solemn glance. Tears ran down my face, and a medic came by with an AED Defibrillator.

As he worked on Sam, Will held me back. Despite the pain within my chest, I struggled in Wills' arms. In the background, I could hear Sam's parents screaming for him...screaming at the men who held them back. Whirring came from Bumblebee, and when the medic got nothing, I wriggled out of Will's grasp and draped myself over Sam, staring down at him.

I said to him, shaking my head as my tears fell down onto his bloody and dirt-ridden face.

"Sam, please...please, I need you. I can't do this without you. You're my best friend, Sam, please! Please come back. I need you. I need you!"

Sobbing, I sniffled and screamed at him.

"You're part of my destiny, Sam! You can't leave me like this! Not like this! Please...you can't sleep forever. I need you."

-WITWICKY'S POV-

The area he was in was familiar to him, but Sam didn't have any idea why. Voices echoed around him, seeming to whisper 'my destiny' over and over.

"Where- Where am I? Where am I? Am I dead? Am I dead?"

The voices whispered. Sam was confused, but when the huge beings of the Primes walked up to him, whispering to him, Sam realized why this was familiar.

"We have been watching you a long, long time."

(Y/n) had dreamed of this place before. Sam, stunned into silence, simply looked around at the Primes. One of the Primes said to him.

"You have fought for Optimus, our last descendant, with courage and with sacrifice. You have protected the Ancestor, Primus' vessel, with honor and with love; the virtues of a leader, a leader worthy of our secret. The Matrix of Leadership is not found, it is earned."

Another prime instructed to Sam, nodding to him.

"Return now to Optimus and the Ancestor. Merge the Matrix with his spark with the power of the Ancestor. It is, and always has been, your destiny."

-READER POV-

When Sam didn't respond to me, a sudden anger filled me. Anger at myself...at the world...at Megatron. In my anger, I could feel the familiar tingle as my veins glowed blue. Glowing brighter than they ever did, I reared my blue-veined fist back and screamed as I punched Sam's sternum as hard as I could.

"Sam!"

Suddenly, he jolted, eyes shooting open, and I gasped. Holding his face between my hands, I cried to him.

"Oh my god, Sam...Sam, you came back."

Sam glanced at me, his warm hands holding my own face, and he whispered back to me.

"I'm not leaving you...I'm never gonna leave you."

I sniffled, and Sam grabbed the newly formed Matrix, my eyes widening. Sam grabbed my hand, and we limped to Optimus. Climbing upon his chassis, Sam held the Matrix to me, and I grabbed it. With Sam on one side, and me on the other, we both lifted the Matrix over Optimus' spark.

With veins glowing blue, and Sam's voice yelling in determination, we both plunged the Matrix into the spark of Optimus Prime. A shock ran through the deceased robot, and I widened my eyes when Optimus's optics lit up. Sam and I jumped off of him as Optimus began to move once more, coughing and sitting up. He looked at us and said.

"You returned for me."

As he went to stand up, the Fallen suddenly appeared, snarling.

"My matrix!"

Widening my eyes, I jumped behind a structure, hiding from the Fallen's view as he looked around, obviously searching for me. However, when he didn't find me, he snarled and stepped on Optimus' chest threateningly before disappearing to the top of the Pyramid where the Sun Harvester was located. Coming out of hiding, Sam screamed.

"Get up, get up, get up, get up!"

Ironhide called, his optics stern as he watched Optimus.

"Get up, Prime!"

"Come on, old man!"

I heard the familiar voice of Baby say. I was surprised. Did Baby really come all the way to Egypt for Prime? Or did he do it for me? Shaking my head, I watched as Jetfire walked up to Prime.

"All my Decepticon life, I never did a thing worth doing until now. Optimus, take my parts and you will have a power you've never known. Fulfill... your destiny..."

When Jetfire ripped out his spark, I was horrified yet saddened. Though, all good deeds must be done with sacrifice, right? As Jetfire fell, I closed my eyes and bit my lip. What a way to go. Ironhide turned to an Autobot, exclaiming.

"Jolt! Electrify! Transplant those afterburners."

As Jolt did as told, I watched in awe as pieces of Jetfire flew from his deceased body to Optimus, attaching themselves to the Prime. When all was said and done, Optimus stood up and declared.

"Let's roll."

As Optimus flew away, I bit my lip and panted. Falling to my knees, Sam glanced at me before calling my name.

"(Y/n), hey. Are you alright?"

"I think...I think I snapped something when we got topsy-turvey back there."

Sam suggested.

"We should sit you down."

I shook my head, holding my side as I watched Optimus and the Fallen battle.

"No...No, I can't rest. If I close my eyes...I...I'll miss the show."

Sam shook his head but didn't argue with me. All of a sudden, I felt a pulse of energy, and somehow, I knew that Optimus had defeated the Fallen. Sam began to guide us forward as Optimus came into view. Shrugging off the lent parts of Jetfire, Optimus stood proudly, and I couldn't help but smile. Turning to Sam, I said to him quietly.

"You know...usually it's a Winchester thing to never stay dead...but I'm glad you came back, Sam."

Sam smiled at me before hugging me gently. I was surprised, as I never really took Sam to be one to initiate physical contact, but I hugged him back anyway. Sam whispered to me, his voice teasing yet serious.

"Well, I couldn't leave the girl who needs me, right?"

I grinned and shook my head, pulling back to look at the boy.

"You're a punk, Sam."

Sam smiled wide before replying.

"Only for you, Satan."

-TIMESKIP-

The ocean was passing by at high speeds, the wind whipping past me as I stood next to Sam, watching the horizon as we headed back home. Optimus walked up to us, pausing beside us, and the old Prime thanked.

"Sam, (Y/n)...thank you for saving my life."

Sam looked up at Optimus, grinning.

"Welcome. Thanks for believing in us."

Feeling as though Sam had voiced my opinion well-enough, I kept quiet, smiling slightly. As we all stood and watched the horizon, Optimus said.

"Our races united by a history long forgotten, and a future we shall face... together. I am Optimus Prime. And I send this message so that our pasts will always be remembered. For in those memories, we live on."

Smiling at Sam, we both looked up at Optimus before looking back at the sea, happy and content.

-TIMESKIP-

As we arrived back at Diego Garcia, Baby rolled up beside me, his voice coming through the radio.

"Do me a favor, kid."

I got in, asking.

"What's that, Baby?"

"Don't ever disappear on me like that again."

I chuckled and replied, patting the dashboard.

"And leave someone like you? Now that would be a real crime."

Baby revved his engine and I sighed, smiling slightly.

"Let's go home, Baby. We still got another Winchester to find."

With that, Baby took off towards N.E.S.T's Hangar 3, the radio blasting as I waited to see my uncles again. Leaning back into the seat, I asked.

"Baby...do you think this power...this thing I've become...do you think that it was because of the Fallen's arrival?"

Baby immediately replied, not answering my question directly.

"The prophecy that was foretold stated that the Ancestor of All Spirits would be born when a time of dire need came. However, they would not face evil until Man met Metal."

"So...I wouldn't face evil until I met another Transformer?"

Baby sighed, admitting.

"The prophecy was very vague, yet...it was very revealing. I do not believe your power was awakened because of the Fallen. I think there is something more to this...something bigger."

I mumbled, sinking into my seat.

"That doesn't make me feel better, Baby."

"I apologize, but it is best that I am honest with you than to give you a false sense of security."

Deciding that maybe he was right, I sighed as we pulled into the hangar, slowing to a stop. Getting out, I watched as my uncles ran out of Will's office, their eyes wide and in disbelief as they spotted me. Uncle Sam ran at me at full speed, gathering me up into his arms with a relieved cry. He cried into my hair, whispering.

"God, I was so worried about you, baby girl."

Hugging him back, he kissed my head and held me tight as I replied.

"I was only gonna be gone for like an hour or two."

We chuckled before pulling away, Castiel smiling at me.

"Hello, (Y/n)."

I smiled as I greeted him, and Castiel said.

"I'm glad to see that you are alright. Surely your trip to Egypt was...not a bumpy one."

I chuckled and replied.

"Not as bumpy as it could have been...it's good to be back."

I shrugged. Rubbing my arm, I asked.

"Did you guys find any information on Dad?"

Sam asked, incredulous and shocked.

"Do you honestly believe that we would have worked on the case instead of worrying about you? (Y/n), I was so close to getting onto the first plane to Egypt when I find out that was where you were."

"I would have punched you myself if I saw you there."

I replied back sternly. My Uncle ran a hand through his hair before muttering.

"You're insufferable. Come on...you have a huge explanation to give."

I huffed before smiling, glad to be back with my uncles...to be back at N.E.S.T.

-DEAN'S POV-

The demon was pissed, raging beyond relief as he screamed.

"That fucking brat! That...that goddamn bitch!"

He flipped a table, and Dean couldn't help but wonder what was wrong.

"This wasn't supposed to be this way!"

He spun to Dean, snarling.

"You! You and your family...you all will die for this!"

Dean made a face, confused beyond belief.

"For what? What did I even do?"

The demon snarled, marching up to Dean.

"You're little bitch ruined the plan! She saved Prime's life...along with that boy!"

Boy? What boy? Dean snapped.

"You watch your mouth."

"Don't you give orders to me, Winchester. I have half a mind to cut your throat out right now."

Dean pointed out.

"Well, it seems like your plan failed, so you don't need me anymore."

The demon perked up before relaxing, smiling.

"You're right...I don't."

However, before the demon could do anything, a British voice greeted the two of them.

"Hello, Squirrel...it seems you're in a bit of a doozy, aren't you?"

Looking over, Dean was surprised to see Crowley. Though, even though he was happy, he knew that there was never any good that came with Crowley.

"Let's get you back down to Earth, shall we?"

-WITH READER-

After telling Sam everything, about the dreams, premonitions, and my newfound ability, Sam was in complete shock. His eyes were wide, and his mouth was slightly ajar. Sam asked me

"You...You mean that you not only had dreams but premonitions as well?"

I nodded, running a hand through my hair.

"At first, I didn't understand why. Now, I think the premonitions were showing me what was going to happen if a certain choice was made. Like the Allspark shard, and how I dreamed of voluntarily touching it...when in reality, I had swan-dived for the thing to make sure it didn't turn every single vehicle in the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum into a transformer."

Sam looked down and murmured.

"That...that sounds like when I had my premonitions...back when Yellow-Eyes was still alive."

"I'm sorry, Yellow-who?"

Sam shook his head, patting my arm.

"I promise I'll tell you when I can. Right now...right now, I don't think you need to know. You've already got a lot on your plate."

We sighed, sitting in silence, and Sam finally asked.

"So...what are you going to do?"

I shrugged, sighing.

"I don't know. I'm not leaving until Dad is found. The Autobots and Will would be a tremendous help for the case, and I'm not going to pass the opportunity up. They're already involved...I'm not going to keep them in the dark."

Sam pointed out, his eyebrows raising.

"They don't even know about the things that go bump. Are you sure you're going to be able to keep that a secret for however long it's going to take to find Dean?"

"Yes. If knowing about this stuff can put someone in danger...I'm not risking their lives. For fuck's sake, I just flew to Egypt to bring one of these guys back to life."

Rubbing my face, I sighed.

"I'm gonna do what I can, alright?"

Sam smiled softly before patting my arm, suggesting.

"Get some sleep, kid. You've definitely earned it."

Nodding, I stood and stalked off to Will's office, the beds still inside. Falling onto mine, I snuggled into the bed, happy to have my own...for now.

-WITH SAM AND CAS-

Castiel glanced at Sam and pointed out.

"I hope you realize that continuing to keep secrets with her, despite the pact you two made, will ultimately destroy her trust in you."

Sam asked, giving Castiel a dirty look.

"What else do you want me to do, Cas? Tell her that we found Dean without her? That we have a demon ally? Demons are what took her father, Castiel. (Y/n) may not seem like it, but she's out for blood. (Y/n) is just waiting for the right moment, and the right person, to explode. She's not going to stop just because Crowley is a friend...well, somewhat."

Castiel shook his head.

"You are missing the point. If you are upfront with her, I believe that she will understand, especially if you tell her the history between you and Crowley. (Y/n) may be stubborn like her father, but she has her mother's empathy, whether she likes to admit it or not."

Sam bit his lip, shaking his head.

"(Y/n) wants to find her father because she believes that she has something to prove. If she doesn't get to prove it, she'll tear herself apart trying to find another way to."

Castiel couldn't deny that fact. Dean and (Y/n) were very similar, especially when it came to guilt. If something happened, (Y/n) always felt like it was her fault; the very same way that Dean felt during those times. If she truly had something to prove, then (Y/n) would, in fact, tear herself apart. But the only question was what did she have to prove? What was so important to her that made it feel as though she had to be the one to find Dean? Shaking his head, Castiel mumbled.

"Her righteousness is admirable...but it's going to kill her one day."

Sam didn't say anything. How could he deny Castiel's statement...when he felt the complete same about it? Shaking his head, Sam muttered.

"Sometimes, I completely loathe the fact that (Y/n) is so much like Dean."

With that, Sam began to research, desperately needing a distraction from his heartache and his worry.

-READERS POV-

when I opened my eyes, I was confused to see myself in the desert once more. In fact, it seemed that I was back in the moment when Optimus had been revived. Everything was the same. The heat was still scorching. My side was still burning. The sand was still digging into my skin. I began to question whether this was a dream...or this was reality. As Optimus stood, the Fallen suddenly appeared, snarling.

"My matrix!"

Instead of hiding, I stood still, frozen from my terror. With the Matrix of Leadership in hand, the Fallen looked around, searching for something. When his red eyes laid upon me, his gaze turned darker, and a jolly grin lit up his face-plate. Stalking to me, he snatched me up, causing me to scream in pain and fear. He hissed at me.

"For eons, I have awaited your arrival...now, the Matrix and you are mine!"

As he began to crush me within his hand, I lost the ability to breathe, clawing at his metal hand as my bones and flesh snapped and ripped.

Shooting up from my bed, I gasped for breath. My body was shaking, and my throat was parched. Running a hand through my hair, I sniffled, placing my head between my knees. When the door opened, I looked up, seeing Will. When Will laid his eyes on me, he asked, walking over to me.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

I bit my lip and shook my head. I whispered, almost too quiet to hear.

"I...I had a nightmare...nightmare about Egypt."

Will sighed, his shoulders slumping, and he wrapped me up in his arms, whispering.

"It's okay, (Y/n). You're not in Egypt anymore. You're at N.E.S.T, sitting in your bed, wrapped up in my arms. Alright? You're safe."

"What if the Fallen isn't dead, Will?"

Will disagreed.

"Reports of the Fallen confirm his death. He isn't going to come after you, (Y/n). I promise."

I suddenly became agitated, snapping at Will.

"But what if they're wrong, Will? What if they fucked up? He could be...he could be coming after me right now!"

Will was astounded before he quietly soothed.

"If you want me to show you the report, I can...but I swear to you that he really is dead. Optimus killed him, and he isn't going to be coming after you."

Shaking my head, I took a deep breath, my anger dissipating.

"I'm sorry, Will. I'm just...I don't know."

"You're stressed out from Egypt. I understand, (Y/n). It's going to take some time to heal, but I promise that you're going to be ok."

Looking up at Will, I bit my lip and whispered.

"Yeah...hopefully."

Turning away and laying down again, Will patted my shoulder.

"Get some sleep, kid. I'll be here if you need me."

Nodding, Will got up, and I allowed sleep to overcome me once again, no matter how reluctant I was.

Chapter Thirteen

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