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S3 18 | The Insatiable Divine Move

BIG MASTERLIST | TW REWRITE | KO-FI

Stiles Stilinski x Reader! Half-sibling!Mccall

Word count: 6908

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, blood, stabs, drugs, death, sex, handjobs, dirty talk, clothing humping, swearing (always), etc.

A/N: Hello there. I’m back. Thank you so much for understanding that I couldn’t upload these last two weeks. But here I am. Two chapters in one and a little surprise at the end. Stiles and Y/N are starting to explore their relationship in other aspects. Enjoy <3.

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Scott helped Stiles walk back to the living room as Noshiko stood there. "Do you recognize me, hmm?"

Stiles nodded his head as Kira appeared, begging her mother to stop. "It's okay." He stepped closer to the woman. "I'm the one who asked her to come."

"You're the one who's going to get stabbed with swords." She glanced at her mother. "Mom, don't do this to him."

"It's already done." Her eyes were focused on Stiles. I was confused by what was going on, until two shadows appeared, grabbing Stiles's from the back of his ear. I quickly tried to step forward, but Melissa and Scott kept me in place, even if I begged them to let me go. I needed to help him. I needed to save him. "Look behind his ear."

I didn't hesitate to fall onto my knees, my hands rubbing Stiles's back while the others looked behind his ear. "It worked." My brother sighed.

"So, I'm actually me?" His body shook while he glanced at Kira's mother.

"More you than the Nogitsune."

"Can The Oni find him?"

"Tomorrow night. It's too close to dawn now."

"Can they kill him?"

"It depends on how strong he is."

"What about Lydia? Why would he take her?" I intervened in the conversation.

Noshiko glanced at me. "He would only take her for an advantage."

"You mean her power?" It was my brother's turn to ask.

"The power of a Banshee."

Stiles's body continued shaking. "I will bring something warm." Getting up from the ground, I walked near-by Noshiko, her hand clenching my arm. I furrowed my eyebrows while meeting her gaze.

"You were stronger and more determined than me." She made a gesture to Stiles, letting me know that she was talking about how she couldn't save Rhys. But was Stiles safe? "However, onis are powerful, and something will end up happening."

"Then, I will try my best," I whispered. "But no one is touching Stiles anymore." I flashed my eyes. "They will have to get over my dead body." She smirked, nodding her head.

"Hey," I swirled around. "Hide those ice blue for me." I laughed, and maybe I looked crazy at that moment as tears fell down my cheek at the same time. But that was the first thing I've heard coming from the real Stiles in a long time.

Scott opened the door of Noah's office, waiting for him to turn around and see the person he was so desperate to find. "If I could just find my keys." I had a little smile on my face as Mr Stilinski muttered those words to himself.

"In your coffee cup." Noah quickly swirled around as the unmistakable voice of his son resonated through the room. "You always drop them in your empty cup."

Noah blinked a couple of times as he tried to guess if the young boy standing in front of him was his son. The real one, not the one possessed y an old spirit fed by vengeance and chaos.

My brother and I nodded our heads, letting him know that it was him. The older Stilisnki didn't hesitate to drop his coat to the floor, almost tripping with his chair as he ran to his son. They both engulfed each other, breezing in. They swayed from side to side, clutching each other.

"Hey dad," Stiles's voice was deeper from all the crazy things that have been going on. But we could discern the happiness he felt to be back.

When they both parted, Noah glanced at my brother once again. "Is it over?"

I sighed. "Not yet."

We explained what had happened during the last hours. Especially, highlighting the fact that Lydia was missing. She was probably taken by Void. Mr Stilinski had informed us that they had an APB out on Lydia's car. Every unit on the road was looking for her. However, there was nothing more we could do. Void had taken Lydia for a reason. "Okay. What would a Nogitsune need with a Banshee?"

"I don't know," Stiles shook his head as he rested his butt on his father¡s desk. "Lydia's pretty good at finding dead bodies. Maybe he needs to find a body?"

"Scott," Noah glanced at my brother once again. "You know more about this than all of us." I gripped Scott's hand, knowing he felt pressured by all the things we were going through. "You said you got the whole story from Noshiko?"

"I was there too," I added, nodding my head. "But that happened during World War II. Like 70 years ago."

"Wait. What did you say?" Stiles asked while his gaze was lost.

"Noshiko told us about the internment camp..." My brother answered.

"No, before that." His eyes squinted as he looked at his father. "You said, the whole story." Scott and I nodded our head as he seemed to recall something. "There's a girl at Eichen House. Her name's Meredith. I think she might be able to help."

Sheriff had informed Parrish to call Eichen House. As soon as he did, Parrish entered Noah's office where we were waiting. "Sheriff, Meredith Walker."

"She's still there?"

"Yeah, but they moved her to the Closed Unit."

"Why?" The hazel-eyed boy asked.

"They said behavioural issues."

"What issues?"

"She wouldn't stop screaming." Both boys glanced at me as I bit my lower lip.

I hummed to myself as I sat on a chair. My phone rested on top of the table as I scrolled down through pictures, trying to distract myself. However, Stiles who had been sleeping got up from the couch as if he couldn't breathe.

I ran to him, grabbing his arms to steady him. "You okay?" I heard my brother asking what happened, but I ignored him as I was focused on Stiles.

"What happened? How long was I out?" His breathing was laboured.

"Just a couple of hours." My brother replied. "You should sit down."

He shook his head. "Where's my Dad?" He started blinking faster.

"He's at Eichen House, questioning everyone. Looking for Meredith." I replied, caressing my thumb on the palm of his hand. I glanced back at my brother. "We promised him we wouldn't let you out of our sight."

"Okay," He started playing with my fingers. "What about the others?"

"Allison, Isaac, the Twins, they're all looking for Lydia."

"It's starting to feel like we're waiting for a ransom call."

"We'll find her." Stiles let my hands go as he scratched his arms, grabbing his jacket that had been resting on the couch. "You all right?"

"Yeah. I don't know why, I just can't seem to get warm." His lower lip trembled as his skin became paler.

"Maybe you should sit down. Take it easy." Scott's hand touched Stiles's one, his veins becoming black. "You're in pain." I furrowed my eyebrows.

"It's not that bad. Just more like a dull ache.

"Where?"

"Sort of everywhere."

"Stiles, you're freezing," I added, worried as my hands grazed his skin while he sat on the couch.

My brother sighed, sitting down next to him. "Tell me the truth. How much does it really hurt?" He was interrupted as his phone vibrated inside one of the pockets of his jeans. "It's Kira."

And Kira had news for us, not really sure if they were good or bad. But Meredith was in class. However, when we arrived at school, the people from the asylum had been called and they tried to get Meredith. Surprisingly enough, Coach helped us. Therefore, Meredith was in Stiles's jeep with us now.

"Okay, where is Lydia?"

"Who's Lydia?" We sighed, frustrated. Then, she glanced at me. "Woah," There was a big smile on her face as she tried to get a closer look at mine. "You are a siren."

"H-How do you-."

"My aunt was a siren." She smiled. "I thought you guys were extinct." She seemed to giggle for a couple of seconds as she glanced at Stiles. "Is she the girl you are in love with? Y/N?" I shyly looked at the boy sitting next to me. "He would talk about you in his sleep sometimes."

"We didn't share a ro-."

"I have good hearing."

As soon as Scott opened the door to our house we were met with Rafe McCall. "What are you doing here?" My brother asked as our sperm-donor was standing in front of Isaac.

"I could ask you the same thing."

"Free period. We're doing group study." Stiles intervened.

Rafe's eyes rested on the girl. "Who's she?"

"She's my girlfriend." Stiles's blabbed as he placed his arm on her shoulders. My eyes widened as I glanced at him.

"You're not my type." I chuckled as she tried to get away from the hazel-eyed boy who I was going to kill for making such a stupid excuse.

"Well, obviously we have a lot to talk about." He looked at me as I crossed my arms and smirked. You are dead, Stiles. "We should maybe take this upstairs."

"Well, for what I know, you are dating Y/N." He crossed his arms too, which made me uncross mine as I could see similarities between us.

"He was just joking," I added, pinching my boyfriend's arm. "Nice excuse," I whispered to him.

"I've missed you and I can't think properly, that's why it was a bad one." He smiled back.

"You are not getting away from this one." I shook my head with a sheepishly smile on my face.

"He's my type." I snapped my head towards Isaac, who was laughing due to my banter with my boyfriend.

"Okay," I smirked. "Isaac, you can come too." I giggled as the curly-haired boy got up from the chair. "He is single, between." Isaac punched my arm playfully.

"Isaac and Stiles can go," Rafe spoke. "But I want Scott and Y/N here for a couple of minutes." I sighed.

"Hey, Dad, I'll explain all of this later," Scott begged as I stayed silent.

"I don't care that you're not in school. I know your grades are fine." He nodded his head. "Same goes for you, Y/N. All I want to do is talk."

"Now's really not a good time." I snapped.

Scott's voice was softer. "Dad, can't we do this tomorrow?

"That's actually something I've been saying for a long time. Come here." We followed him, standing in front of the stairs. However, he kneeled down. "You see this? This indent in the floor... that was from your head." I leant closer to my brother, not liking where this story seemed to go. "The night before I moved out your mother and I were fighting." Scott kneeled too. "You came out of your room. I grabbed you by the wrist. You pulled back." Rafe's eyes were teary. "And you fell." I gasped. This was what Stiles knew, right? "We watched you tumble down those stairs. You were out for probably 20 seconds. When you came to, you didn't remember a thing. Your mom told me to be out by the morning. That was the last time I ever had a drink." I felt like I shouldn't be listening to that conversation. "And that's why I left."

"I'm going to-." Before I could leave them alone, Rafe gently clutched my wrist.

"It was wrong, what I did with you was wrong on so many levels and I don't have any excuse." He sighed. "I truly am sorry even though I know that it's not enough for you, and will never be." His voice trembled. "I couldn't be with your mother anymore. She was crazy and she wasn't scared to throw a bottle at me every time she had one of her mood changes. And I know that it's more of a reason for you to think I am an asshole because-."

"Because even though you knew she was crazy, you left me there."

"Yeah," He nodded his head. "But I didn't know you were mine." I furrowed my eyebrows. "She was sleeping with multiple men, which I got to know after knowing she was pregnant. She said she believed you were another man's child." He sighed. "I know I did the same to Melissa," He glanced at Scott for a couple of seconds. "She said the other men were just some kind of revenge because I had another family and that it didn't matter to her. She was convinced we could start a family and that we could pretend you were my child."

"What?"

"When she went to jail...Well, before she did. She contacted me." His eyes were even wetter than before. "The judge was searching for your father to give him your custody in case he was in a better condition than your mother. She told him that I was the father, and I didn't want her to look like a liar. And I felt bad because I left you there with your mother, even if you weren't my child. So I said that I was your father and with my job, they didn't take the investigation further."

"So you aren't my-."

"I'm not sure if I'm honest." My eyes got teary. They got teary because I had gotten so attached to Scott that there wasn't a reality in my mind where he wasn't my big brother, even if it was just for a couple of months. "I always sent money. That's why your mom's friend could take care of you with the job she had." True, she was just a cashier that didn't get paid much. I never thought about all the things she bought and how we could afford them.

"So maybe," I tried to take a deep breath as I glanced at my brother. "So maybe Scott isn't my brother?" Rafe seemed surprised by my question, nodding his head. "Can we...Can we get one of those tests done? I want to know." He nodded his head.

It still wasn't an excuse. He was the one who decided to say he was my father. Even if he wasn't, he took that responsibility, and he should have acted like one.

I felt my brother's hand squeezing mine. "Okay, dad. Let me show you something." He moved to another part of the room, pulling me along while Rafe followed us. "See the edge of this window sill. When I got my first skateboard I slid right into it. Broke my collarbone." He wandered to another place, pointing at the object. "This used to be glass. Until I fell on top of it trying to catch a lacrosse ball from Stiles. I got three stitches on my cheek." He let my hand go to point at the place where he got the stitches. "This house is full of accidents." He shook his head. "The stairs? Maybe it was an accident. Maybe it was worse. But I healed. I don't need your apology. So... See you at graduation. Or whenever you decide to show up again."

"Sco-." Before I could pronounce his name, he pulled me once again with him. We left Rafe McCall standing in the living room with a lost look on his face.

Isaac and Stiles were able to guess where Lydia was after talking to Meredith. Scott had phoned Allison, wanting her to meet us. Therefore, the four of us were now driving towards the place, hoping to meet the Argent girl there.

"All right, I'll say it." I glanced to my side as Issac coughed. "You look like you're dying. You're pale, thin and you look like you're getting worse. And we're all sitting here thinking it." He was right. I couldn't help but glance at the boy driving. He looked sick. He looked like he was dying. "When we find the other you, is he gonna look like he's getting better?

"What happens if he gets hurt?" My brother asked while glancing at his best friend.

"You mean if he dies, do I die?" He sighed, staring at the rearview mirror to look at me for a couple of seconds. "I don't care." My heart dropped. "Just so long as no else dies because of me." Before I could interrupt, he continued. "I remember everything I did, Scott. I remember pushing that sword into you. I remember twisting it." He shook his head. "I remember hitting your sister in the head and making her bleed because she was trying to help you. I remember both of your blood staining my hands."

"It wasn't you."

"Yeah, but I remember it." His voice cracked. "You guys gotta promise me. You can't let anyone else get hurt because of me."

"We can't promise that," I whispered. "We all know that being involved in all of this means that something could go wrong. But I'm not letting you get hurt neither, Stiles." Our eyes met again, and I discerned his quick blinking to hide the tears that invaded his eyes.

As soon as we arrived, Allison and Kira were already waiting there. We glanced at each other, noticing that we were scared. We never knew how a situation like this could end. "We've done this before, guys. A couple of weeks ago we were standing around just like this and we saved Malia, remember?" My brother tried to comfort us, even though he was terrified too. "That was a total stranger. This is Lydia."

"I'm here to save my best friend." Allison hurriedly added.

"I came to save mine." My brother glanced at the sick-looking boy whose hand was clutching mine.

"I'm here for both," I emphasized the last word, trying to hint that I would do whatever I could to bring Stiles back with me. An alive and free Stiles.

"I just didn't feel like doing any homework." I couldn't help but chuckle as Isaac answered.

Then, we entered the place, just to find Kira's mom standing there with a couple of those shadows or demons standing behind her. "Kira, turn around and go home. Take your friends with you."

I nodded at my brother and my boyfriend, giving them the signal to go find Lydia while we stayed where we had to.

"I can't." We walked closer to her mother, Allison preparing her arrows. "When I looked at the game I realized who I was actually playing. You."

The Argent girl raised her bow. "Call them off."

"You think you could take him alive?" Her gaze went to me. "You think you can save him?"

"What if we can?" I asked, stepping a little closer.

"I tried something like it 70 years ago. Your friend is gone."

"I told you before, ma'am." I gritted my teeth. "I'm not you and Stiles isn't Rhys. We might be able to save him." I chuckled. "Why are you so opposed to the idea of us trying to save him? Is it jealousy? Or rage because you couldn't save Rhys?"

"He is going, dear."

"Are you sure?" Kira stepped closer to me and her mother. "Or if Stiles doesn't have to die. Maybe Rhys didn't have to die either?"

Noshiko chuckled as the demons behind her prepared their swords. "I see I'm no longer the Fox now, Kira. You are. But the Nogitsune is still my demon to bury." Then, the figures behind her vanished and Kira's mom gasped, worrying us due to the fear, decorating her expression.

"What does that mean?" Isaac dared to speak up as we breathed heavily.

"It means there's been a change in ownership." We turned around as we heard another voice. One we knew too well. A couple of meters away, Void was standing with his hands joined together in front of him. The shadows behind his figure. "Now they belong to me."

That's when we saw ourselves in danger. The shadows ran to us with their swords prepared. Kira was using the katana to protect herself as grunts fell from her mouth. One against two.

Isaac was able to pull one of the shadows to the ground, flashing his eyes and teeth. His werewolf form was taking the lead, trying to scare off the adumbrations. However, he quickly got up from the one he had pushed to the ground as another one ran to him. Isaac used his nails to scratch his middle part, throwing him against a wall.

However, that one seemed not to be affected as he quickly raised his sword. Thankfully, Allison had shot one of her arrows, disarming the monster.

I gritted my teeth as tried to be as closer as possible to Isaac, defending each other's back and taking into account my lack of knowledge related to my supernatural abilities. However, I was glad after receiving some basic defence movements from Kira as I gripped one of the demons' sword tightly between my hands.

I panted as I hit one of those things with the sword, trying to push him as far away from me and Isaac as possible. "How do we stop them?" The curly-haired's voice resonated through the darkness as he glanced at Noshiko.

"You can't!"

He had been distracted, and even though his back was protected by me, his chest wasn't. One of them slashed his stomach and I saw the blood spurting everywhere.

"Isaac!" I gasped. However, when I tried to defend him from the shadow who had gashed his stomach, I received the same outcome as it slashed my knee. Nevertheless, I continued trying to protect Isaac and myself. But we still received some cuts. Especially the boy who was now kneeling on the floor.

I was kicked on the chest by one of the others, falling on my butt and wheezing as the air seemed to escape my lungs. Then, an arrow pierced the chest of that demon, saving Isaac from the last blow. The blow that could have killed him.

A light came out of his chest from where he had been hit by Allison, and then, he vanished into thin air.

I breathed calmly this time, turning around to glance at the Argent girl. I offered her a little smile as she was chuckling, relieved because she had saved Isaac and because the monster had vanished.

However, time seemed to slow down. It looked like a slow-motion that you could not stop. I screamed, I screamed her name trying to warn her because I wasn't strong enough to get up from the floor. I tried, I tried getting up while droplets of tears fell down my cheeks.

My knee begged me to lay back on the floor, but I couldn't. I couldn't lay down on the floor. And I couldn't save Allison as she was stabbed by another shadow. Right in the middle of her stomach. Her mouth was wide open. I heard a scream, Lydia. She knew what had happened.

I ran to her as she fell into my arms, glancing at me. "A-Allison," My eyes were teary as my trembling hands moved the locks of air out of her face. "Allison, w-we need to stop the blood." I started taking my jacket off, pressing it against her stomach. I glanced around as Void had disappeared and the shadows vanished. "We need to do something. CALL AN AMBULANCE!" I screamed out when I saw the others just looking at me. Accepting the Argent girl's fate.

"Well," She chuckled. "N-now you can't have my head on your w-wall." I chuckled as I continued crying. That's what I've told her. The flashback invaded my mind.

I nodded my head. “I’m going to slowly try and forgive you and your family for everything you’ve done to my brother and the people I love.” I swallowed. “But I swear to god, I will not hesitate to-.”

“To have my head on your wall.” She finished for me. I smirked, getting up, going back to my seat next to Stiles. “I’m sorry for the arrow.”

“Well, you know. Every time I look at it I will remember the badass bitch you can be.” I offered her a laugh, which she appreciated.

"B-but you have a reminder of m-me." No, I didn't want a reminder. I wanted her with us. I wanted Allison alive with us.

Before I could say anything, I heard someone falling on their knees next to me and Allison was taken from my arms. Now she was in the arms where she used to belong. Kira ran to her mother as Isaac was badly hurt, mouth wide open as he glanced at the girl he had fallen in love with.

I stayed there, next to them as my brother placed his hand on top of Allison's hand. "I-I can't take your pain." I gulped as I touched his elbow. He glanced at me to later glance at Allison after I made a gesture.

Allison Argent's eyes were wide open as she glanced at the sky, and her chest wasn't raising up and down anymore. "It's because it doesn't hurt." Her voice cracked.

"No."

She nodded her head. "It's okay." She cried. "It's okay." My brother's face was the perfect expression of pain. A pain that couldn't be described. "It's perfect. I'm in the arms of my first love. The first person I ever loved. The person I'll always love." My brother held her closer as he sobbed. "I love you. Scott. Scott McCall."

"Don't, please, don't. Allison don't, please."

"You have to tell my dad. And you have to tell my dad. Tell him." She begged as her mouth filled with her own blood. Her last puffs of air left her body as she slowly closed her eyes. As we mourned the death of a friend, a sister and a first love.

I sobbed, placing my hand on my mouth to not make any noise. My head rested on my brother's shoulder, trying to give him as much comfort as I could, which wasn't much because...

Allison Argent was dead.

But of course, our pain didn't end there. We had to testify about Allison's death, which seemed impossible as we didn't know what to say without looking crazy.

Stiles was still looking as pale as ever. Dark circles under his eyes as if he was dying. Stiles was dying and I couldn't help but have negative thinking. I couldn't lose him. And even worse, Void was there. Void was somewhere. Perhaps hurting someone or feeding himself with chaos and agony.

Now, we were standing in front of the BHHS building. Kira and Scott were ready to open the doors when Stiles stopped them. "Scott, hold on." Lydia and I were helping him stand up. "I know what you're all thinking. If this works, it might kill me, too. But even if it does, you have to go through with it. Stick with the plan, okay?"

"The plan is to save you," I added, glancing up at him.

"That's the plan I'm going with." My brother replied.

Opening the doors, we were met with a white place filled with snow. It looked like some type of garden with Japanese decorations and it was decorated with a blanket of snow. The doors closed behind us and I shuffled closer to Stiles as I shivered.

We turned around again as we heard footsteps. Rhys. The Nogitsune was standing there. But as quickly as he could, he got closer to us, ignoring Kira who prepared her sword.

"Like I promised, Stiles." His voice started to sound like a broken recording. "We're going to kill all of them. One by one." Onis appeared, surrounding us.

"What the hell is this? Where are we?" Scott asked as I glanced around.

"Between life and death," Nogitsune answered.

"Bardo."

"But there are no peaceful deities here, Lydia." He mocked us. "You're dying, Stiles. And now everyone you care about is dying, too." He started circling us.

"What?" The boy next to me gulped. "What do you mean?"

"I've captured almost all of the territories on the board, Stiles. The hospital. The sheriff's station." I rested my hand on top of Stiles's shoulder as his body shuffled closer to me unconsciously. "And now the animal clinic." He chuckled. "Do you know the ritual of seppuku, Stiles?"

"No, and I don't want to." As Nogitsune got closer to us, Stiles's body moved in front of me.

"When a samurai disembowels himself with his own sword to maintain his honour, but that's not the cut that kills him. The killing stroke is made by his kaishakunin, who beheads the samurai with his own katana." The snow fell on top of our heads as Stiles brought me even closer to his body. His right hand resting on my waist. "Scott...Scott is your kaishakunin. I'm going to make your best friend kill you, Stiles. And you're going to let him. Because just like you, they're all going to die. Everyone touched by an Oni's blade. Unless Scott kills you first." All of us had teary eyes, but not as much as Stiles.

"Why? Why are you doing this?" I clutched Stiles closer to me as I didn't want him to get closer to the monster standing in front of us.

"To win the game."

Stiles grabbed Lydia and me, getting us in a safe place while Scott and Kira fought the Onis. However, one of the Onis disarmed Kira. And I was shocked when Stiles grabbed the sword, pointing it at himself. Ready to die for our safety.

"Stiles," I whispered.

"What if it saves you? What if it saves all of you?" I saw the point of the blade against his clothed stomach, shock filling my body.

"What if it's just another trick?" Lydia asked. She was scared. We all were.

"No more tricks, Lydia. End it, Scott. Let your friend fall on his own sword. Do for him what he cannot do for himself. Do it, Scott." My body shook but also the body of Stiles. "Be his kaishakunin. Give up the game. You have no moves left."

Stiles seemed to realize something as he stopped pointing the sword to himself. "I do." He passed the object to Kira. "A divine move." His arms brought me closer to his body once again. "Stop fighting them." His voice was loud. "It's an illusion. You have to stop fighting them. It looks real and it feels real, but Scott, you gotta trust me, it's an illusion."

We started walking towards Nogitsune and the Onis. One of them raised his sword, cutting my brother's chest, but we continued walking, ignoring the damage done. My brother and Kira received the most pain as Stiles kept me and Lydia closer to his body, trying to avoid any pain towards us. Then, my brother pushed Nogitsune against the doors we had entered from before. The next thing we knew, we were back at school.

There was no blood, no pain. "We're okay. We're..." Before my brother could finish his sentence, he was pushed against the lockers by Void. Kira was brutally hit as she fell unconscious to the floor. "This was my game." His voice was raspy. "You think you can beat me at my game?" His gaze was mostly directed to Stiles.

"Divine move." I placed Lydia behind me as Stiles put me behind him. "Divine move." Void rapidly got closer to us as we stepped back as quickly. "You think you have any moves at all? You can kill the Oni. But me? Me? I'm A THOUSAND YEARS OLD. YOU CAN'T KILL ME!"

"But we can change you," I replied as he stopped his movements, glancing at me.

"You forgot about the scroll," Stiles added as his body shuffled next to mine.

"The Shugendo scroll."

"Change the host." Void whispered.

"You can't be a fox and a wolf." Stiles lightly smirked as my brother appeared from behind, biting his forearm as Void screamed out of rage and agony. Then, Kira pierced his chest from behind with the sword.

Void fell to the ground, his mouth opened as a fly left from deep inside his body. Then, Isaac appeared, catching the fly, avoiding the insect to go inside someone else. Void continued convulsing, and then he just dissolved.

Stiles's body got far from mine and as I glanced to my side I saw that he had passed out. Nevertheless, when he finally opened his eyes we couldn't help but sigh in relief.

"Oh, God, I fainted, didn't I?" We all chuckled. Stiles Stilinski was back. "We're alive. We all alive?"

My brother answered even though I knew he wanted to say that not all. "Yeah. We're okay."

"I-Is it over?" I was scared of asking such a question. But I needed to hear an answer. I needed to be sure that I could close my eyes without expecting blood covering my hands as soon as I would have opened them.

They all glanced at each other, nodding.

"Here you go." Mr Stilinski placed some blankets on top of Stiles's bed. "It's going to be a cold night so I will leave some blankets here in case you both get cold at night." He walked closer to his son, giving him a small hug. "Good night." Then, he stepped closer to me, kissing my forehead.

"Thank you for letting me stay here tonight." I shyly whispered as he embraced me.

"Ugh, stop thanking me. You are part of this family. Whatever you need, just tell us." He closed Stiles's bedroom door behind himself when he left.

"Let's get into bed," Stiles whispered as he let me get in the bed first, knowing that I preferred sleeping to the closest place to the wall, feeling protected by the wall and his body. "Want to watch a film?" We both were sitting on his bed together. I nodded my head. "Oh, there's a Robin Hood film..." He trailed off as he glanced at my face. "Yeah, maybe not now." He changed the channel again. "Oh, The Mummy." He shook his head. "We better turn this off." I chuckled, nodding my head.

I sighed, deciding to lay on my left side and examining his face. He laid in the same position as our legs slowly intertwined under the blankets. My hand slowly trailed up, resting on his cheek. "I was so scared of losing you." I chuckled, shaking my head. "And I'm sure you were in a worse position than me. Are you okay?" My thumb rubbing the bone of his cheek.

He offered me a tiny smile. "I will be. And I feel better now that I'm here with you." His voice came out in a whisper. "Did he...Void, you know?"

"No," I continued rubbing his cheek. "He didn't touch me at all."

He sighed in relief. "He was infatuated by you." He bit his lower lip. "Like I had no control over my body but I could see and hear as if I was in control. But he was the one controlling my own body. Whenever you were there he would say something...about you."

"It's okay." I tried to calm him down. "I'm here, Stiles. And most importantly, you are here too." I moved closer to his body as he did the same. "Stiles," My voice shook as our lips grazed each other. "I want you."

His eyes widened. "I've never-."

"I know," I nodded feeling flustered. "Me neither. And I'm scared to do it so soon but I want to get closer." I closed my eyes, feeling even more embarrassed than before. "I'm sorry, forget what I said. I just-."

"You want to build it up? Like, go slowly until we, Uhm, yeah?" I nodded my head, glad he understood but flustered for having such an idea in my head. "So hypothetically talking what would you want to do?" His hips swayed closer to mine, making me gulp.

"M-Maybe touch, uhm." I giggled due to the embarrassment I was feeling. "Touch each other?" I whispered, unsure of how he would feel about my idea.

I heard him gulping as he quickly nodded his head. I sighed in relief. "Yeah, yeah, okay, now?" I shrugged my head, nodding. "How do we...do it?"

I gathered a little courage as the hand that was resting on his cheek trailed down. My fingers grazed his covered chest until they stopped right at the start of his pyjama pants. I glanced at him, asking for permission as he nodded his head. My fingers slowly slipped inside his pants and boxers. My body shook in anticipation as I continued going lower. He was trimmed, I could feel it.

He wasn't hard yet. But as soon as my fingers freed him from his boxers, he got hard on my hand. "Shit, your hands are freezing." He pulled his pants and boxers a little further so it wouldn't bother us.

"I'm so sorry." Before I could take my hand away from his member, he wrapped his hand around mine.

"It does feel good." I gulped, nodding my head. His gaze was fixed on me as I started moving my hand up and down at a slow pace. "Use your thumb for the tip, press on it." I did as he instructed, examining how his face transformed into an open-mouth expression of pleasure. "Y-yeah, just like that."

My hand decided to go faster, gripping his shaft tightly as my thumb didn't forget to press against his tip. Stiles closed his eyes, placing his left arm on top of his face as he tried to drown his moans. His hips seemed to lose control as they moved against my hand, trying to go quicker.

"Stiles," My other hand decided to grab his testicles, massaging them. He finally moaned aloud, taking his arm off his face to glance at me. His cheeks were red and his forehead was covered by sweat. "I want to see your face and hear you." My shy voice didn't correlate with my actions.

"Agh, I'm so embarrassed." His hips stopped moving and his hand grabbed my wrist to stop my actions.

"W-Why?"

"I-It's the first time someone touches me like that." He blushed. "I normally do this one my own, you know. Because I am a young boy who is horny constan-."

"Stiles." I laughed.

"I've never been touched by another person like this and I have really strong feelings for you and I've been imagining this for a long time and-." I sent him a confused look. "If you continue I'm going to cum already."

"It's okay," I whispered, freeing my hand from his grasp. My hand started moving up and down again as my other hand played with his sack. "Cum, Stiles." My lips grazed his, kissing him deeply. His left hand gripped my side, clutching it strongly as his hips moved faster, fucking himself on my hand. "Let it go, Stiles. Don't be scared to explode. Do it." He groaned against my lips. I glanced down at his hips bucked against my hand until my hand got wet as a trail of cum fell down my hand.

He moaned, which made my pulse go lower than the place where it should be. He rode his high as cum continued dripping down his tip to my hand. "I-I forgot." He gasped. "I cum a lot." I nodded, surprised. "Now you." He took his pants off, cleaning using to clean my hand. Then, he placed his boxers back on.

"It's okay, Stiles."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "I want you to get a release too." He coughed. "And I want to t-touch you." He gulped as his fingers didn't waste time, lowering my pants down and playing with the hem of my panties.

"Ugh," I grumbled, covering my face. "I'm so embarrassed." I was sure I looked as flustered as I felt.

"It's alright. If you want me to do it-." I nodded my head, signalling that I wanted it even though I was all flushed. "Alright." His fingers lowered down. The tips of his finger were a little cold, but the contrast against my hot core was amazing. His other hand lowered my panties as the hand touching my clit, started circling it, slowly. "C-Can you guide me?"

"Just play with it, add pressure sometimes." I sighed as two of his fingers circled it slowly, applying pressure on it sometimes. I gasped when his two fingers started going down, recollecting some of the juices between my lips as he trailed up to add pressure all over again.

"Want it faster?" He whispered as we had totally forgotten his dad was at home. I ground myself against his hand as he cupped my heat, letting me grind on him. "Does it feel good?" He glanced at my hand, which was clutching his arm as I shuffled closer to him so I could rub myself against his hand.

"Wait," I gasped. I forced him to lay down on his back as I sat on top of him.

"W-What are you-." He moaned as I rubbed my core against his clothed dick. "O-okay, that feels, uhh." His hands gripped my waist as he helped me grind against his. My pace quickly fastened with the help of his hands guiding me. "I'm going to, again."

I nodded my head, going faster and trying to contain my moans as low as possible. "Me too." My hands were pressed against his chest as I rode to both of our highs, our faces getting closer, moaning in each other's mouths.

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inquisitorius-sin-bin · 2 years

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What do Pau’an babies look like? Do they just look like grey human babies but wrinkly?

Ah, well, idk how long you have been following my Pau'an HC anon, but this is a lovely question and I'll draw in a bunch of my other HC's and Canon itself to try and address it as completely as I can. I hope they're really cute!

Assuming they look similar to humans is a pretty good assumption. I have to dial back my own weird HC some because according to Wookieepedia, the ROTS novelization refers to Pau'an as "near-human", which is a very specific designation in the SW universe. The "near-human" "near-duros" etc designations are used to group together species that are close enough related to theoretically interbreed. Now, the novelization says the same thing about the Utai which, uh, doesn't... seem right. But I digress. Theoretically they have to be close enough to humans for that to work. So if you don't know, you can probably assume human-like.

But I think they'd probably be less-wrinkly as babies and grow in their grooved skin more as they age. After all, wrinkles are good places for bacterial growth, not ideal for baby skin. I also think their skulls probably elongate with age because of the limitations of bipedal pelvises. You want your babies to be born with flexible skulls.

A slight deviation from humans, even though I am fond of drawing my Pau'an with nipples, I think they are vestigial in both males AND females. The babies are born with two small, pointed incisors for making a small cut and lapping up blood from the fingers of their parents. Which is handy, because then both parents can feed the baby. But I think a lot of parents prefer biting their own fingers, hands, and wrists, and letting the blood trickle down into the baby's mouth, because they take care of their own mouthcare and can control the pressure and location that way. The babies would also have anti-coagulant saliva.

A kind of cultural HC I have around their babies is that they have very low fertility, so even though Pau'an might live for 500 years or so, they will probably only have 1-3 children in their lifetimes. So it's a really celebrated ordeal. They'll handmake loads of clothes and have very ornate, ceremonial outfits for the babies. Another HC I have for Pau'an is that male genitalia is internal, which as a result, means an anatomy scan would not reveal the sex of a baby, so all this clothing would be gender-neutral, equally ornate for either sex. But the adults kind of dress very gender-neutral as well, so no surprise.

I guess size-wise they would be slightly larger than human babies, just like Pau'an adults are slightly larger than human adults. So gestation is probably a touch longer. Like 10 or 11 months.

I also HC they can scream like a banshee when threatened so they can be heard for miles away, because they evolved to a grassland animal. But they rarely do, because first line of defense is being very quiet and still and hoping nothing sees you. But then when really threatened, scream loud enough to really startle whatever was going to eat you and call in mom and dad from wherever they were foraging when they left you in your grass nest. Of course, modern Pau'an wouldn't leave their babies in a grass nest, they would just carry them with in a bjorn-type-thing. But their ancestors would.

For Plains Pau'an specifically, I HC they will not fly their Dactillion with their babies so they don't risk air pressure damage to the babies' ears, so if any member of the clan has a child, the whole clan travels on ground and just has a few winged scouts bring back resources. And for the actual birth and first couple of weeks, each clan has a very specific refuge they'll go to that is safe from Hyperwind storms, so the new mom won't have to travel at all during that time.

So yeah! Just a few thoughts I have on the matter! Lol. Hope that was interesting!

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haikyuuwaifu · 4 years

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Trip

Reader x Keigo x Bakugo x Shinsou x Shoto Poly

Warnings: Swearing

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LOUIS VUITTON FIASCO

Y/N and Momo, but mostly Momo had decided that they would dedicate their last free day in the city to shopping. “It’s a celebratory shopping trip for finally getting the keys to the new shop!” Momo cheered, as the two friends made their way into the shopping center. “I mean, I was thinking of hookers and cocaine; but I guess blowing money is also fine.” Y/N declared snickering at the snort that came out of Momo’s nose. “Don’t even joke about something like that, Izuku would cry about it the whole time.” Momo huffed out as she and Y/N made their way to the Boba shop.

A few hours into their shopping day, the two friends made their way around the massive shopping center, idly making conversation. “You know what!” Y/N exclaimed clutching Momo’s hand, “We need to go to Louis Vuitton! I think they’re new line is out and they have this wallet I’ve been eyeing for months.” and at break neck speed the two women booked it, to one of their favorite stores; only to be greeted by the sight of a chubby faced, short haired woman screeching at the sales person, who looked like she was going to cry. The woman was dressed in a pair of leggings, and a crop top. She had a pair of gucci sunglasses perched a top her head, and her nails looked newly manicured. From a distance, she looked like the rich bitch type; but growing up with Momo taught Y/N one thing; and that was how to tell the difference between a rich bitch and a fake hoe miles away.

As the two women approached the store, they failed to noticed an angry looking man walking behind them, headed in the same direction. He was tall, with broad shoulders and spikey ash blond hair. The sides were faded extra short and the top was long. He had tattoos running down his arms and across his chest. The tank-top he was wearing under his flannel showed his back piece peeking if someone were to look hard enough. The snarl he made is what actually alerted Y/N to his presense behind her; and she swiftly tugged Momo out of his war path. Muttering an apology Bakugo proceeded towards the direction of the store, surprising both women when he stepped inside.

Inside the store, Katsuki was standing behind his girlfriend as he listened to her scream and yell at the salesperson about whatever dumbass reason she was yelling. Honestly he didn’t give a shit; didn’t even want to fucking come on his only day off this week, but what the fuck ever. As he half listened to her ranting, the front entrance dinged notifying the store that another customer had entered. “I-I’ll be with you ladies in a moment.” the store clerk had stuttered out; as Ochaco continued to rant and rave. “Oh don’t you worry sweetie; we can wait for you to finish with that unruly customer.” one of the women murmured smiling softly. The woman next to her cackled, and it brought a small smirk to Katsuki’s face. “Just say it Momo, a circus is missing it’s prized banshee.” At the sound of the insult, Ochaco whipped her head around; ready to yell when she was met with the site of not one, but two alpha women. A part of her wanted to shrink back, she had never had the nerve to deal with two of them; but most of her was going to put these bitches in their place. Before she could though, one of them had stepped away to look around. “I’ll leave this for you Y/N, I’m going to see those wallets you were talking about.” Momo whispered as she turned and made her way to the wall on the other side of the store.

Uraraka smiled internally pleased to be left with who she presumed as the more docile of the two women. Y/N looked at the other woman, eyes narrowing slightly. “Are you alright miss?” Y/N asked the sales clerk, as she moved around the other woman. The clerk, nodded slightly eyes filled with unshed tears. Y/N pulled the shorter woman in for a hug and patted her back softly “It’s alright, I’ll deal with this; can you do me a favor and grab me some of these?” she asked, showing the clerk exactly what she was looking for. Nodding slightly, the sales woman answered, “I’ll be sure to get those right away ma’am.” As she turned to go to the back, Ochaco reached her hand out only for it to be stopped by Y/N. “I don’t think so chubs; you and I are going to have a discussion about how to treat retail workers.”

“How I treat the help is none of your business.” Ochaco snarled, crossing her arms over her chest. “Aren’t retail worker supposed to stick together?” Y/N asked, looking down at her nails in disinterest. “The fuck is that supposed to mean?” as the two women are interacting, Katsuki is silently taking this scene in. In most cases, he’d deal with it himself; but Uraraka fucked herself this time. He knew she was in the wrong; and he was going to let her deal with the repercussions for it. “You think, I can’t tell that you work in a department store?” Y/N asked looking the other woman up and down. She laughed slightly at the way the short haired girl puffed her cheeks. “Let me guess, you’re a part time cashier in a department store; and then you have a small youtube channel about “fitness”” Y/N asked air quoting the word fitness. Beside them Katsuki snickered. “Babe, you’re supposed to be in my corner!” Uraraka snarled facing her boyfriend. “Kind of hard to do when she’s got you pegged cheeks; and she’s right, you shouldn’t be talking to that woman that way.” Katsuki grumbled out. Y/N chose to ignore the shot of lust that went straight to her pussy at the sound of his voice.

As Ochaco moved to say something, the clerk had returned with the items Y/N had asked for. “Here’s everything you requested miss, and you’re in luck; this is the last wallet until we restock next month.” the clerk smiled eyes shining with veiled pettiness at the fact that the short haired woman wouldn’t get what she came in there screaming for. “You fucking told me you were sold out!” Ochaco screeched ready to lunge at the sales clerk. “I never said that ma’am. I said I’d have to go back and check; you would have known that had you bothered to shut your mouth and listen.” the clerk stated narrowing her eyes slightly. “Tell her girl! Go on!” Y/N stated, sifting through the wallet pockets. On the other end of the store Momo was cackling quietly as well as updating the GC of the days current events. “Do you know who the fuck i am?! Who the fuck my boyfriend is? He’ll fucking crush you!” Uraraka screeched, slamming her fists on the glass. “Sir, I think it’s time you take your child home. She’ll no longer be allowed to shop here.” the clerk stated sternly towards Katsuki. “Fucking christ cheeks; it’s a stupid fucking wallet and it was probably too damn expensive anyway.” he grumbled, trying to drag her out of the store. “It was only 1500 Katsuki, and you promised you’d buy it for me!” she screeched out latching onto the counter top. Katsuki let out a snort of disbelief, “You must be fucking crazy if you think I’m going to shell out 1500 dollars for a fucking wallet you’re only buying for the aesthetic.” He snarled out unlatching her hands from the counter top. “Now let’s fucking go.” As he made his way towards the exit Y/N waved her black card in front of Ochaco’s face; “I’ll take two of everything to make up for that shitty customer. You get paid based on commission right?” Y/N asked cheekily, and all that could be heard through the shopping center was an enraged Uraraka Ochaco and a swearing Katsuki Bakugo.

“I don’t know what the fuck is in Tokyo water, but the men here are sexy and the women here suck.” Y/N mumbled to Momo as the two made their way to the parking lot. To their surprise, Katsuki was out there sitting on the hood of his car; seemingly waiting for them. “I uh...I wanted to apologize for my girlfriends shit behavior.” he mumbled out scratching the back of his neck as he cast his eyes down to the ground. Y/N stepped forward and titled his chin up with her index finger. “You’re a fucking king, so fucking act like it; and don’t go apologizing for her shitty behavior. She’s an adult, and she should take responsibility for her own actions.” Y/N huffed out a pretty smile stretching over her features. Booping his nose, she giggled at the way his cheeks flushed and waved as she walked passed him. “See you around King!” she called behind her as she and Momo made their way towards the car, Katsuki watching them a shocked look on his face.

That night, Katsuki was in his apartment alone, as Uraraka was still pissed with him; so she had opted to stay with Camie for a while. He spent that evening playing over Y/N’s words and continued to do so into the following morning.

-Katsuki and Uraraka have been together for 10 years. In the beginning of their relationship Katsuki was very outspoken and he didn’t let anyone treat him any kind of way. As the relationship progressed Izuku and Denki could see that the Katsuki he was acting like wasn’t the Katsuki they really knew. Being with Ochaco made him soft, in the ways that he shouldn’t have been; and she’s spent the last number of years walking all over him. Y/N could tell what kind of person he should have been and she hoped her reminder that he was more than he was being treated stuck; and it did.

-That following Monday showed a bit of the old Katsuki, and it started with him NOT paying Ochaco’s bills anymore.

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chloroformthelittleb4stard · 3 years

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Family Relations - Part 3

Summary: Your criminology teacher is acting all kinds of weird, which is the norm, except for the part where his eyes glaze over and he tries to kill someone. Stiles, the hero he is, tries to stop your professor with little avail until he gets some unnoticeable help from you. Stiles seems to find himself with you at the location of multiple attacks, just barely making it out alive. Through the bloodshed feelings, family, and friends mix to create a perfect blend of chaos and calm.

T/CW: Violence, not kidnapping but Stiles takes reader to a place she doesn't know and doesn't like 100% get her consent for it but also she's not upset about it, oh! and one cheeky sexual implication at the end

A/N: I'm about 90% sure I'm slipping into a depression slump and I won't be able to get it fixed for at least another month, so my update schedule - not that I have one - might be a little longer than usual.

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Late night walks weren't unusual for you, you liked clearing your head before you went to sleep and you found that nature was always one of the best ways to do so. You'd been enjoying yourself in peace and quiet when an obnoxiously loud jeep started heading your way, the headlights glaring at you and the muffler failing to do a lot of muffling. You were waiting for it to pass but instead it stopped next to you, Stiles' head popping out of the drivers' side window.

"Y/n? What are you doing out so late?" You ran over to his side, the cool air making the metal of his car freezing to the touch.

"Taking a walk." You hummed, inspecting the vehicle and finding that it was painted blue with a special addition of duct tape on pieces that looked like they should be considered a safety hazard.

"It's 11:00 at night?" The moon shone brightly above you, a cloudless sky making it perfect for a nice outing.

"I like night walks."

"You shouldn't be out alone at night, it's not safe." Suppressing the instinct to tell Stiles that it only wasn't safe for people who couldn't break your bones without touching someone, you gave him a shrug and started walking away. His hand grabbed your wrist lightly, stopping you from continuing your stroll.

"No way. I am not letting you walk around at night on your own. Hop in, I'll drive you home." You gave him a pout and he got out of the car, hand still holding your wrist, to open the passenger door for you. As the door shut, a large gust of what felt like wind pushed the car to the side, the vehicle's wheels screeching in protest as a wide but shallow dent was made along the driver's side.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Stiles' complaints were loud enough for all of California to hear them but you were more focused on what just caused the dent. Getting swiftly out of the car, despite Stiles' protests, you stood in front of it, waiting for something else to happen.

You got your wish when a large vine made its way out of the thick of the brush and straight towards you and Stiles. Within a split second you were in action, bringing up a hand to create a shield, temporarily blocking the vine while your brain worked overtime to think of a way to defeat the plant.

"Stiles!" You called out to your friend, his voice replying from what sounded like miles behind you but in reality he was simply a few feet from where you were standing.

"I need you to duck!" You hoped your yelling was reaching him and you got confirmation when you heard a loud and broken 'what?!' in response to your request.

"Just do it ok, you have to trust me!" With that he called out a hesitant affirmative and you let the shield down for a split second to send a blade of air slicing through the vine, cutting it directly down the center as it fell to the ground. You held the shield up again for another five minutes, waiting for the enemy to return, when you had no response you let it down and quickly went to seek Stiles.

He was crouched behind Roscoe, shaking only slightly with adrenaline and a twinge of excitement. When he heard you call his name he stood up, spooking you accidentally by popping into your line of sight so suddenly.

"Are you ok?" You rushed to as a question before he asked the inevitable one of 'what the fuck is going on?'.

"I'm fine. Are you ok?" His hands were roaming your body, checking for injuries of any kind as he patted down your arms and tilted your head up to look underneath your jaw. You nodded, putting his fretting on pause for now.

"Now you're definitely coming with me." His words were surprising, he didn't even ask what you were or what you did, although knowing a werewolf will do that to you, you supposed. You drove in silence for about three minutes before you couldn't take it anymore, the lack of noise made you want to explode.

"Stiles where are you taking me?" He shook his head and made a zipping motion on his lips, signaling that he wasn't going to give you any information. He was shaking, buzzing with the need to tell you that he was taking you to his pack because that's what he does when these kinds of things happen, but he refrained from it because he knew his chances of actually getting you there would deplete greatly if he gave you even a hint of his plan.

"So, nice car..." He hummed in response, biting his tongue so he wouldn't spoil his mission. You frowned at the lack of communication and slumped back in your seat, head turned to watch as the city scenery whizzed past you.

When the ride was finally over you found yourself in front of an old townhouse, shut off and condemned what you were sure was 100 years ago. Its front was covered in ivy, the windows blocked from the flora that had conquered the structure. One step to the door was broken, the wood split straight through due to some unlucky bastard's step.

"Stiles where are we?" You asked as he opened your door for you, grabbing your hand immediately once you stepped out so you wouldn't escape. Stiles opted to ignore your question entirely and instead led you towards the door of the ancient home, and into its rickety structure. The halls were dark but he managed to sift his way through, muscle memory guiding him, and effectively you as well, towards the door that led to the basement.

He held your hand down the stairs before knocking on yet another door, this time metal, in the basement. When the door opened you had to adjust to the flash of light, taking his opportunity Stiles quickly dragged you into the middle of the pack meeting, standing next to you in the center of the circle.

"Y/n meet my pack, pack meet Y/n." His introduction was vague, but in his defense he was still shaken up by almost being smashed by a vine. Scott was beyond shocked when he saw you standing in the middle of the circle, and you gave him a sheepish wave, one hand still death gripping Stiles'.

"What is she doing here?" Derek cried out, standing to assess your threat level. Stiles pressed a hand to the older man's chest, pushing him away lightly to protect you, even if Derek could overpower him in less than a minute flat. Taking the hint the elder werewolf sat down next to Issac, who was, as usual, wearing his classic scarf and leather jacket.

"Well we were just attacked-"

"Attacked? Oh my god are you ok?" Allison jumped right into nurse mode cutting off Stiles completely, immediately getting up and scanning you for bruises, foregoing an introduction, before moving on to Stiles who waved her off animately.

"Yeah we are, but that's because Y/n did this whole forcefield thing and she told me to duck so I didn't see it but she sliced the vine and it was kind of awesome." Stiles' rambling brought the whole pack up to speed while you stood in the middle of all of them, looking understandably nervous. Your eyes kept flitting from Scott to Stiles, the only two people in the room you knew whatsoever.

"So, what are you?" A ginger spoke up from her perch on a bookshelf, eyes coming to meet yours with a look that screamed that she was on the defensive, despite not having been attacked.

"I'm a witch. I'm assuming that you're all werewolves?" You scanned the eyes of the participants, trying to catch sight of a glint in one of their eyes. When you saw none you internally shrugged before returning your attention to the group before you.

"Can I sit down now or do I have to stand like an exhibit this whole time?" Your nerves didn't stop your annoyance at the situation, you never liked being the center of attention. Stiles squished himself into the side of a chair, patting the spot next to him. You looked around the room trying to find another option, not that you didn't want to sit in his lap, you wanted to sit in his lap doing so many things, you just didn't want it to be weird. Upon seeing no other option you squeezed yourself in next to Stiles, who looked generally very happy considering an arm rest was most certainly digging into his ribcage.

"We're not all werewolves, I'm a banshee and Kira," The ginger pointed to an asian girl sitting next to another girl who looked amazingly uninterested at the entire event.

"Is a kitsune." Kira waved at you, smiling brightly and nudging the girl next to her so she would pay more attention.

"I'm Malia, and a were-coyote. Everyone else is a were-wolf though you're right." She went back to scrolling through her phone and disengaging from the conversation. You took in the information around you, nodding and trying to remember the names that were given. Stiles put his arm around your shoulders, allowing you to lean into him for a source of comfort.

"Well, anyways, we were just talking about the deaths that have been happening on campus and-"

"Are we seriously just going to ignore the fact that a witch just walked into our pack meeting? Is that something I'm supposed to not comment on?" A younger boy sitting on the couch spouted off and you snorted at his words. You were starting to like some of the people here, even if you didn't know their names.

"Hey kid," The boy stared at you before pointing at himself to confirm and you nodded your head.

"What's your name?" He made a vindictive gesture towards you before answering.

"Thank you! That's the kind of thing you do when you meet new people. My name is Liam, this is Derek because he won't tell you his name otherwise, he's moody." Liam pointed a thumb in the direction of the man next to him on the couch who was scowling at his words.

"The banshee is Lydia, and the guy who wears scarves all the time is Issac. Oh, and that's Scott's girlfriend Allison, she's not a were-wolf either she's human like Stiles." After listing off the names of several pack members he sat back in the couch triumphantly, looking over at everyone to see what they planned on doing.

"As I was saying, we just went over the attacks happening on, and apparently off, campus. Do you think this is magic Y/n?" You were pulled out of your head by Scott's question and you shook your head briefly before answering.

"I don't know what else it would be but I can't be sure. I've never heard of a spell or power that makes someone a killer out of nowhere." Your magical knowledge was limited to self defense mostly, something you picked up and perfected back in your hometown. You also had a significant extent of offensive knowledge which you picked up from watching other witches' attacks on you, but it was mostly theoretical.

The room feel quiet and the air became tense as everyone else looked at one another, like there was a joke you weren't in on. Finally Kira broke the silence.

"I don't want to bring this up as much as you don't but we all know this reminds us of the nogitsune." The room fell silent again and you tried to search through your brain for any knowledge you'd have on the unfamiliar word. When you came up empty you sighed, Stiles taking note and looking to see if you were ok.

"Sorry to be so out of the loop but, what's a nogitsune?" This time there was a collective sigh as they all looked at Stiles, waiting for him to explain as much as he wanted about his past with Void.

"It's a spirit, it feeds off of pain. It's immortal unless you kill it, which we did, and it can possess people. When we dealt with it last time it ended up killing a lot of people-"

"It almost killed me." Allison interrupted, clutching her stomach where you assumed there was a nasty scar commemorating the encounter.

"It ended up killing a lot of people with a sword, kind of like with these last few attacks." He finished, looking away and purposely avoiding eye contact as he said it.

"What are you not telling me?" With potential murderers on the loose you had no time for bullshit, and you knew that whatever Stiles said wouldn't phase you, not after tonight.

"It can possess people..." There was dead silence as everyone waited for Stiles to continue.

"It possessed me, and then it looked like me. It did a lot of things with me, it's a long story but that's kinda the gist of it at least." He looked deflated to be bringing up his past and you wrapped an arm around his back in support, rubbing his arm to comfort him and show him that you weren't upset. He turns to you with a hesitant smile, happily surprised at your lack of fear like you weren't just told that at one point a murderous spirit had possessed him.

"Ok, so the nogitsune sounds like our culprit but you killed it. So, what's up with that?" You heard Lydia mutter something about you being obvious and you chose to ignore it in favor of looking around the room to gauge their reactions to your question. The only one who looked slightly worried was Kira, so naturally you asked her your next question.

"Are you sure you guys killed it?" You were directing the question at Kira and she stiffened upon hearing it, sitting up straight as a board.

"Yes we are. Can we move on now?"

"I mean..." Everyone was once again quiet as Kira spoke up, voicing her opinion on the dark version of the spirit that she had.

"We don't know if it's dead. You can't really know, but we did a pretty good job and I don't think it'd have enough power to come back so soon. Again though, I can't be sure." Upon her information Scott stood up, collectively grabbing everyone's attention.

"Ok, does everyone have all their theories out?"

"What about voodoo?" Liam piped up while Scott muttered something that sounded like 'evidently not'.

"Vodou can't do that. Spirit possession isn't evil in Vodou, and actual Vodou dolls can't control people, especially not ones that're alive. I would say maybe it's a zombi but again, the perpetrators were living when it happened. Besides, there's no reason a Vodou practitioner good enough to pull this off would have any interest in murder, they have enough to deal with. Vodou is a practice, not the supernatural." While his idea was deflated Liam looked content with your answer and was prepared to listen to Scott, finally.

"Ok so for theories we have, nogitsune, and witch. Any other suggestions?" Scott gave the room a minute to start talking before he moved on, tired and wanting to get some sleep before the sunrise which was only in a few hours.

"Ok, Kira can you find all that old research we did on the nogitsune? Allison go back to Beacon Hills with Derek and Liam and look through the bestiary to see if we can get any information on witches-"

"Hey!" You interrupted, loudly proclaiming your lack of involvement in witch-related studies.

"Witches who want to kill people Y/n, not you. I think our best bet is the witch idea, unless it's something new entirely, then we'd be..."

"Fucked?" Isaac finished Scott's sentence for him, the action making Scott roll his eyes before returning to his speech.

"Alright, everyone be on the lookout ok? We're done here, let's go home everyone." Allison stood up from behind him as he finished, hands still intertwined. You got the feeling that Allison and Scott wouldn't be very vigilant tonight.

"So, home?" Stiles stood next to you after you both managed to maneuver out of the chair. You nodded and went with him out to the jeep, the night air making you freeze. You shivered when your back touched his car seats and he frowned, reaching behind him to feel around his back seat.

"Should I ask what you're doing?" You chuckled, arms wrapping around yourself to conserve body heat. Stiles triumphantly pulled a large piece of clothing out from his backseat making a victorious noise as he did so before handing it to you. Upon further inspection you realized that it was a hoodie and you thanked him while putting it on. It was big on you, the sleeves coming down over your hands to make little sweater paws and Stiles almost cooed at seeing how cute you looked. You tucked the hood under your head to serve as a neck rest and you closed your eyes as Stiles drove off to the address you listed.

#stiles fanfiction #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski/reader #stiles stilinksi imagine #stiles stilinski/witch!reader #teen wolf #tw violence #I'm putting a tw for this anyways bc it might be a little to close to home for some ppl #tw kidnapping #Family Relations #Family Relations part 3

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redisaid · 4 years

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5 times 1 time prompt, part 4

Oh, this one got a little lengthy. And I had to remind myself of the timeline of the trial multiple times, but still don’t know where this would really fit in. Oh well. Have a thing.

Jaina learned, on one night spent lurking in the halls of the Temple of the White Tiger during Garrosh’s trial, that explosions are sometimes very necessary. That it wasn’t just her, too, that wanted to explode.

“Get your hands off me!”

She heard the words shrieked from beyond her own dimly lit corridor, and down another.

“Sylvanas, please. I am only doing what was asked of me.” The deep voice that answered that cry could only be Baine’s. His calm, soothing manner reflecting in those words even as Sylvanas threatened to scream at him with her full strength.

Or at least, that’s what Jaina interpreted that dual-toned growl to mean as she heard a slight scuffle of boots on stone.

But this is strange to her. She has never known Sylvanas Windrunner to break out into such displays of emotion anywhere but the battlefield. Even in such previous encounters, her observations of the Banshee Queen had led Jaina to believe her to be somewhat suppressed. Subdued. Calculated.

This discussion was none of those things.

“You know as well as I do, Bloodhoof, that we’d be better off if that brute was dead and gone. Why draw out this farce with your attempts to defend him?” Sylvanas spat back in question.

Jaina rounded a corner, taking a quick moment to make herself invisible. The last thing she needed right now was to start an international incident via eavesdropping. But, of course, that didn’t mean she was going to pass up the opportunity to do so.

Baine was still reaching out for Sylvanas with hands that were nearly big enough to crush her skull in a simple one-handed grip. She must have just pried herself free from them. An attempt to quiet or console her, perhaps? “You know as well as I do that his actions were rash, but perhaps not entirely unjustified,” Baine told her. “He deserves the right to have others understand that as well.” “He deserves to die,” Sylvanas stated. She drew herself back into her usual, militant posture, looking less like a creature wounded by the mere thought of being touched. “And what would your friend, Lady Proudmoore, think of you defending the man who leveled her city? Or my dear little sister, for your stunning capability to argue for her husband’s murderer, hmm?”

“What are they to you?” Baine dared to ask. He folded his arms, clearly at the point of frustration that it seemed to be difficult for even him to reach. “You don’t care about them, or anyone that Garrosh has hurt. You simply see an enemy and want it gone. I know you, Sylvanas Windrunner. You are and will always be a ruthless general. It doesn’t have to be that way. We don’t have to keep living in a world where we just kill each other endlessly.” “Speak for yourself about living,” she spat back at him. Jaina could see her shifting. That ramrod posture breaking. She shuffled her feet, leaning more weight on the one she put in front of her. A combat stance, waiting to happen, as if she could wrestle down a tauren that was a good three feet taller than her and four times as heavy.

Though, perhaps she could. One never knew with the undead, and certainly not with her.

“It doesn’t matter either way, Sylvanas. We are trying to do better this time,” Baine said.

“‘We’? Or perhaps you’re referring to the Alliance, whose ideas you are always so ready to adopt. Maybe you will soon be planting their banners in Thunderbluff instead of Horde ones,” Sylvanas challenged, her stance widening slowly. “More baseless accusations from you,” Baine said with a rough snort. One of his great hooves dragged against the ground, then smashed back down behind him. He seemed disgusted at his own reaction and shook his head, braids and feathers flying through the air with it. “No...I’m not going to do this with you. I’m not going to stoop to your level. You can be angry with me, Sylvanas. I know you will be. But I will continue to do my duty.” Baine turned from her then, stomping down the hall with a force that threatened to shatter the floors, but he managed to reign it in. The same could not be said for Sylvanas. “You turn you back on me, and on the Horde then! Do you hear me, Baine?”

He most definitely heard her, but did not respond. Even Jaina’s ears were ringing from the sharpness of her near-scream. So much so that she was still recovering from it when she noticed that Sylvanas had turned as well, and was heading toward her.

She didn’t know that Jaina was there. No. She would never let an enemy see her like this. Fuming. Emotional. Almost something alive. The coals of her eyes burning into the darkened corners of the hall, looking for something, anything, to take her frustration out on.

Jaina moved to walk away, quickly, lest she be that something once she was discovered.

But then, she stopped. She stopped and dissolved her spell, then stepped around the corner.

“You’re right, you know,” she said.

Sylvanas stopped dead in her tracks. Shocked, for sure, then inquisitive, as her ears shot forward. Then, as they tipped backward again, pulling closer to her hood, angry yet again. “You were listening to us,” she observed.

“Just the very end of your conversation,” Jaina said, trying not to find herself in such an emotional place. But it was hard. This whole time, it had been so hard. So much so that it was a relief to see someone as enraged as she was. “But this Lady Proudmoore does agree. I would cheer the day that Garrosh hangs like the butcher he is.” “You say that as if you don’t believe it will happen,” Sylvanas sneered.

“I don’t,” Jaina told her. “And it’s taking everything I have not to just shoot an ice lance through his heart and be done with it. What a surprise that would be to all of them, to have Jaina the Peacemaker slay the man they are so desperate to redeem.” “I think your pet dragon would probably be the most disappointed in you,” Sylvanas said, still clearly looking to start a fight. “At this point, I don’t think I’d care what Kalec thought,” Jaina told her. “The question remains, why do you care?”

Sylvanas was not expecting this to be posed to her again, that was certain. It was certain in the way her ears flattened again. In the glow of her eyes as it flared with power. A dark power, cool and lurking, where Jaina’s own arcane energy was hot and teeming.

“I have served enough evil to know it when I see it,” Sylvanas explained. “Can I not simply wish for justice and for a fitting end to a betrayer and a killer?” “I suppose that’s what most of us are hoping for, or at least, so I thought,” Jaina said.

“Then you too, find this mockery of a defense to be ridiculous?” Sylvanas questioned.

“I thought that obvious,” Jaina told her.

Sylvanas laughed at that. She actually laughed. Not in some forced and haughty way, as elves often did, or in some derisive, twisted chuckle at the pain of one’s enemy. No, a genuine laugh, that saw her posture finally relax into something that was neither trained stiffness, nor combative looseness. Something that was just, well, her. “You do sneer at him so from across the room. It’s delightful to watch,” Sylvanas informed Jaina with another chuckle.

Jaina didn’t know how to react to that. She was watching her? Why? When? How hadn’t she noticed this? She didn’t recover in time to ask about it before Sylvanas slinked past her and down the hall.

“Goodnight, Lady Proudmoore. I look forward to seeing you look at him with contempt yet again tomorrow. Now, if only looks could kill...”

#sylvaina #prompt #sylvanas you can't be lusting over angry mages #that's gay #let's just pump more obscure lore into this prompt as i look for actual times in canon when these two are in the same room #hint: there are not a lot of them

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mikauzoran · 4 years

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Marichat/Adrienette: Serendipity: Fifty Marichat and Adrienette Kisses: Kiss Thirty-Eight

Read it on AO3: Serendipity: Fifty Marichat and Adrienette Kisses: ...because they’re running out of time.

It was bad.

It had been an honest mistake, a simple oversight, but Marinette was now regretting it immensely as an akumatized Adrien fangirl tore the roof off the Gabriel warehouse where Marinette was doing her summer internship like the lid of a soup can.

Two days previously, Chat Noir had rescued Marinette when she got caught in the crossfire of the latest Gabriel Agreste-caused akuma attack. Unthinkingly, Marinette had rung his bell, called him her hero in a flirty, saccharine tone, and kissed him on the cheek.

One of the other interns (Marinette’s rival Benoit) had gotten it all on tape as he took cover behind a clothes rack and posted the video online, the sniveling coward.

Of course, Adrien’s rabid fans were now calling for Marinette’s head on a platter despite Adrien’s insistences that Marinette was not cheating on him.

Clearly this fangirl was a little slow on the uptake if she’d only found out about and gotten akumatized over the quote-unquote “scandal” just then.

“You!” the akuma (Marinette hadn’t gotten her name yet) shrieked like a banshee as she pointed threateningly at Marinette, flapping her harpy-like wings as she slowly descended. “I’ll show you, you little hussy! The penalty for breaking Adrien’s heart is death!”

Marinette groaned, standing her ground and letting herself be a sitting duck to keep the akuma’s attention while the rest of her coworkers fled to safety.

“News flash!” Chat Noir growled as he leapt through the hole in the roof the fury had created, bashing the akuma over the head with his baton like a baseball bat on his way down.

He landed in a crouch in front of Marinette, putting himself between her and the monster. “Adrien’s heart isn’t broken, and he’s pissed that you’re harassing his girlfriend,” Chat snapped as he rose to his full height, teeth bared.

Marinette mentally noted that her boyfriend was really hot when he was worked up over protecting her.

The fury recovered from Chat’s little love-tap faster than expected, hissing like a feral cat as she dropped to the ground, denting the warehouse floor with her clawed, bird-like feet.

“You and your lover will die!” the akuma screeched, pulling a cartoonish gun-apparatus off her shoulder holster and firing it at them.

Acting on instinct, Chat dove at Marinette, pushing her to the ground.

Unfortunately, it was a net gun, and the resulting net got a two-for-one special, trapping both Marinette and Chat Noir in one shot.

The harpy akuma cackled, slowly advancing on her prey. “I will sacrifice you both to Adrien, and then he will realize his love for me!”

“Hate to break it to you,” Chat grumbled as he and Marinette struggled to free themselves and only wound up making it worse. “but Adrien’s ninety percent vegetarian, and he frowns on human sacrifice.”

Checking to make sure Marinette was clear of his right hand, Chat shouted, “Cataclysm!”, and the rope trapping them dissolved away.

“Run!” Marinette yelped, half pulling him to his feet as they took off.

The akuma screamed in anger, folding her wings and giving chase much faster than a bird of prey that large should have been able to on land.

“We need somewhere you can hide while I lead her away,” Chat panted as they raced down evacuated hallways.

“Storage closet,” Marinette agreed, spinning on her heel and going back three doors to where they kept bolts of the three dozen hues of chiffon regularly used at Gabriel.

Just as Marinette managed to yank open the storage room door, the fury rounded the corner and shrieked, “There you are!”

She dove at them, snatching them up in her talons and tossing them into the closet together.

They landed with a thud, bolts of fabric raining down around them.

“Stay put,” the akuma commanded, shutting them in and piling debris up outside the door to make sure that they couldn’t escape. “I have to go get Adrien so he can watch your demise.”

And, with that, the girl flew off to find her idol, certain that her prey would still be right where she’d left them when she returned.

“Marinette? Are you okay? Did she hurt you?” Chat called desperately as he dug himself out of the fabric pile.

“I’m good,” Marinette groaned, shoving the blots of chiffon off of herself. “I’m probably going to be nursing some bruises later, but nothing’s broken or bleeding.”

Chat sighed in relief as he made his way over to her, helping to clear away the last of the fabric before assisting her to her feet. “Thank goodness,” he whispered, pulling her in for a gentle hug. “I kind of flipped when I saw that harpy monster on the news announcing her manifesto to put you to death.”

“My phone is in my purse in my locker, so I didn’t hear the akuma alert,” Marinette sighed, thinking, not for the first time, that she needed to come up with a way to stay on top of akuma notices even while at work because this was becoming a problem.

“I’m just glad you’re safe,” he sighed, nuzzling her hair. “I was really scared.”

He shuddered even as he held her. His first thought had been of Marinette’s lifeless body being presented to him by the akuma, and that was quickly followed up by the terrifying thought that if Marinette was gone, there would be no Ladybug to restore her to him.

“You’re still freaking out, aren’t you?” Marinette realized, wrapping her arms around him tighter and nuzzling him back.

He nodded. “I couldn’t live without you. It would break me.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” she promised. “We’re going to get out of here, and then you and Ladybug are going to purify the akuma. Everything is going to be fine.”

He took a deep inhale of her scent, letting it calm him.

“Right,” he breathed. “You’re right. Everything’s going to be fine.”

She held him a little longer until his breathing evened out, and then she pulled back, giving him an encouraging smile. “Are you ready to get us out of here, My Love?”

He returned her smile weakly and nodded. “On it.”

“I’m honestly worried about Adrien,” Marinette sighed as Chat Noir squared off against the door. “He’s probably going out of his mind worrying about the both of us. You and Ladybug need to stop Harpy Lady before she abducts poor Adrien.”

“Won’t be a problem,” Chat assured, raising his right hand and calling out, “Cataclysm!”

Nothing happened.

Marinette and Chat frowned in tandem.

“Not enough juice for a second Cataclysm today?” Marinette hummed.

Frankly, she was impressed with how his abilities had grown over the years. It was a little unpredictable, and it changed from one fight to the next, but sometimes he could get off two or three Cataclysms before having to detransform, and the five-minute timer no longer seemed to apply to him.

Ladybug’s powers, on the other hand, hadn’t seemed to improve or grow at all. She still got one Lucky Charm and then detransformed five minutes later.

She’d asked Tikki about it, but that hadn’t gotten them anywhere. Tikki thought maybe Marinette’s stress was limiting her growth.

Marinette couldn’t bring herself to be amused by the irony.

Chat Noir’s ring began to beep in warning, causing the hero to groan. “Plagg, it hasn’t even been ten minutes. What the heck?”

“Has he not been feeling well?” Marinette inquired, a deep frown of concern etching itself into her brow.

Chat shook his head. “He’s been his same old annoying, cheese-eating self. I don’t know. Maybe I’m the problem. I am kind of off my game because an akuma is trying to kill the woman I love.”

Marinette grinned, stepping in to give him a sweet kiss on the cheek. “Aww. That’s kind of romantic.”

“It’s kind of annoying,” he laughed self-deprecatingly. “Unfortunately, this is my reality.”

She stepped back with an affectionate smile and turned to face away from him, closing her eyes and covering them with her hands. “Go ahead and detransform. I won’t look while Plagg recharges.”

He pressed his lips together, considering as his ring gave another beep.

“I promise I’ll keep my eyes shut,” she insisted, misinterpreting the cause of his hesitation.

He dropped his transformation and tossed Plagg a piece of Camembert.

Taking a deep breath, he stepped in, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend from behind.

She jumped, startled at the contact at first, but then settled back against him, enjoying the feeling of his bare skin on hers. She usually only got so much skin-on-skin contact during intimate moments, and the sensation now lit little flickers in her stomach.

“I love you,” he whispered into her shoulder, pressing kisses like a flower chain up her neck.

“Love you too,” she giggled, hoping Plagg would take his time with the cheese.

“Marinette?” he called tentatively.

“Hm?”

“I love you, and I can’t keep doing this anymore,” he confessed, making her suddenly go rigid as all of the happy, warm feelings vanished.

She swallowed hard. “W-What do you mean?”

“Keeping secrets from you. Lying to you,” he explained, nuzzling her neck and pulling her closer, his hand on her stomach.

“What exactly are you lying about?” she found the words to ask even as they stuck in her throat.

“Who I am,” he sighed. “I can’t do it anymore. I need you to open your eyes and look at me. I need you to know who I am because we’ve been dating a year and a half, and I’ve let this farce go on far too long.”

“Chat Noir, no,” she stressed, pressing the heels of her hands harder to her face. “I can’t know. We’ve been over this many, many times. It’s not safe while Papillon is still at large.”

“Marinette, all the things you’re afraid of aren’t going to happen,” he sighed in frustration. “I know you’re scared, and I’m not saying your fears are unfounded, but…Papillon doesn’t seem to be going away any time soon, and I cannot keep up this act for another month, let alone another year or more. I’ve always respected your wishes because I didn’t want to force this huge burden on you without your consent…but we’ve passed the point of ridiculousness, and I need you to know now. I can’t hide this any longer. I won’t.”

“Minou, don’t be unreasonable,” Marinette coaxed. “I…It’s not safe.”

He turned her around to face him and rested his hands on her shoulders. “Open your eyes and look at me, or I’m breaking up with you.”

Her body gave a jerk, and her mouth fell open in a silent gasp of shock at his harsh words and no-nonsense tone.

“Please,” he returned to pleading, taking her hands and gently pulling them from her still-closed eyes. “Please,” he whispered against her lips, giving them a desperate kiss.

“Please,” he repeated in a tearful, strained voice, getting down on his knees, pressing his face to her stomach and giving it a nuzzle. “Please, look at me.”

He sat back on his heels, looking up at her plaintively, giving her hands an entreating squeeze. “Please, Marinette?”

Her lips were quivering as tears slowly trickled down her cheeks. Her hands too were shaking even as he held them.

Gradually, her eyelids did part, and her gaze came to rest squarely on Adrien Agreste, a supplicant mess at her feet.

She pulled back, falling over backwards as her hands went to cover her mouth.

“A-Adrien?!”

“I’m so sorry,” he rushed to get out. “You didn’t want me to tell you, and then things got so messed up that I didn’t know how to tell you. I’m sorry, Marinette. I’m so, so sorry.”

But she didn’t hear him. She was too busy panicking and shaking her head and trying to come up with reasons why what she was seeing couldn’t be true.

“—No,” she finally responded, cutting him off as he babbled apologies and tried to explain himself. “No,” she laughed just on the right side of maniacal. “I’ve seen you two together. I’ve made out with the both of you. I’ve seen the both of you making out with each other!” she accused, desperate to keep her understanding of reality in one piece.

He shook his head and replied in a very small, brittle voice, “Fox Miraculous.”

She blinked at him, not comprehending.

He gulped and tried again. “I used the Fox Miraculous to create a doppelgänger.”

She stared at him, hurt and betrayal flooding her senses. “You…used the Fox Miraculous…on me?”

Adrien visibly shrank, his shoulders rising up to his ears as he responded with the smallest, most timid of nods. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to do. I…” He trailed off as she shook her head, her eyes cutting into him with the depth of their hurt and anger.

“How could you?” she asked quietly, calmly, leaving him wishing that she would just yell and get it over with.

He had nothing to say for himself.

He didn’t think she’d react well to “How could I not?” or “What else was I supposed to do?”

So he didn’t say anything. He just sat there, looking at her penitently, waiting for her to get to the part where she forgave him and told him it was okay. He waited for her to say she still loved him.

He wondered if he should say it first.

That didn’t feel right, though. He knew he still loved her, but he wasn’t so sure that she still loved him. He wasn’t good at fights. When his parents fought, they sometimes didn’t speak for days or weeks afterwards. Adrien had never gotten to see how those fights were resolved, how couples made up.

When Adrien got in trouble with his father, the usual protocol was for Adrien to stand still and take whatever verbal abuse his father threw at him until Adrien was dismissed.

He wondered if that’s what he was supposed to do now. Though Marinette seemed to be done talking. She seemed to be waiting for Adrien to say something.

Adrien had no idea what that something was. He didn’t usually get a turn to speak when his father took him to task.

He’d seen Alya and Nino argue about little things from time to time. They usually apologized, kissed, and made up…but Marinette didn’t look like she wanted a kiss.

“Well?” she asked, voice emotionless…like his father’s.

Marinette wasn’t supposed to make him feel like his father did.

Adrien looked for Plagg, hoping his kwami might offer some assistance, but Plagg was nowhere to be seen.

Adrien was on his own, feeling very tiny, stupid, and not good enough.

“I’m…sorry,” he tried miserably. “I love you.”

She stared back at him and sighed, shaking her head as she got to her feet.

Was she breaking up with him? Did her shaking her head mean that she didn’t love him?

The only thing he truly understood was the disappointment on her face. He was very, very familiar with disappointment.

“We’re wasting time,” she decreed, scrubbing at her face with her hands. “I’m sorry. We’ll have to talk about this later. I’ll come over to your apartment. Right now, there’s an akuma to fight, and you need to get us out of here.”

“R-Right,” he readily agreed, pushing himself up on shaky legs.

He tried to focus on the task at hand and not let himself think about losing Marinette’s love forever.

“Plagg?” he called, uncertainly.

The little deity flew out from behind a stack of chiffon and came up to nuzzle Adrien’s cheek.

The affectionate gesture almost made Adrien cry, it meant so much to him.

“Thanks,” he whispered in heartfelt appreciation before calling on his transformation.

Once the storage closet door and the pile of rubble blocking it was Cataclysmed away, Marinette was on the move, tossing an, “I’m going to find somewhere safe to hide. I’ll drop by your apartment after the attack,” over her shoulder as she went.

He tried to tell himself that her cold, distant behaviour was the result of shock. She was dealing with a lot of emotions, and maybe springing a reveal on her during an akuma attack where the akuma was trying to kill her hadn’t been the best timing.

He tried to tell himself that it wasn’t him. It was just Marinette panicking because that’s what Marinette did.

Somehow, those thoughts didn’t make him feel any less miserable.

The akuma was purified, and, while that was all that truly mattered at the end of the day, the battle had been a clown fiesta that surely left Paris wondering what was wrong with its heroes.

They were a mess. Chat Noir and Ladybug were horribly out of sync, tripping each other up, misreading signals, and getting thrown all over one another by the harpy lady.

Everyone was just happy that they’d somehow pulled it off regardless.

No fist bumps were exchanged at the end of the battle.

This was a little disheartening because Adrien took it to mean that Marinette was so upset with him that she’d forgotten or didn’t care that Ladybug shouldn’t be behaving coldly toward Chat Noir because he wasn’t supposed to know that Marinette and Ladybug were the same person.

Adrien collapsed on his bed, arms spread wide as he let out a long, bone-weary sigh. “Today is the worst.”

Plagg came over and settled on Adrien’s chest, giving his ward a nuzzle and a comforting purr. “At least nobody died,” he offered.

Adrien groaned, throwing an arm over his face as tears began to leak from the corners of his eyes. “I’m such an idiot.”

Trixx poked his head out of Adrien’s right shoulder and flew up to stroke Adrien’s hair. “You’re not an idiot,” he cooed, trying to be helpful.

Usually he left these kinds of interactions to Plagg who knew Adrien better and was, therefore, better suited to providing comfort. Today’s confrontation with Marinette in the storage closet had been particularly intense, though. Trixx could feel the way Adrien’s body had shaken and tensed and braced to be struck. Trixx could smell the stress hormones Adrien gave off, and he could tell that his holder needed more comfort than usual.

“I’m sorry Plagg and I didn’t give you the best guidance,” he whispered his regret. “We didn’t help you handle the situation well.”

Plagg snorted, stopping mid-nuzzle to look up and glare at Trixx. “We didn’t do anything wrong. This is all on Tikki. It’s her fault for filling her girl’s head so full of horror stories of identity reveals that went wrong in the past. It’s Tikki’s fault we got to this point. She knew Adrien and Chat Noir were the same person. She should have said something, told her girl it was okay to lighten up.”

Trixx couldn’t help but think that it was rather ungenerous of him to throw his other half under the bus like that. He would have thought that Plagg would show more loyalty to Tikki. On the other hand, Plagg’s kitten was suffering and had been suffering for quite some time, as the Adrichat charade had been going on for about a year at that point.

Plagg turned back to Adrien, insisting, “Kid, you know this isn’t your fault, right? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I didn’t really do anything right either,” Adrien mumbled despondently.

Trixx kept petting Adrien’s hair in the absence of anything more helpful to do.

“Don’t beat yourself up,” Plagg coaxed.

Adrien only sighed in response. “…Are we broken up now, do you think? I’m not good at fights. That felt like a pretty big fight.”

“That’s not what I took away from the encounter,” Trixx offered, mentally crossing his fingers that his understanding of human interactions aligned with the reality of the situation.

“Kid, no,” Plagg assured, going back to nuzzling. “She’s just upset. She’s not dumping you. She said she’d be by to talk it over later, so—”

“—So she can dump me officially?” Adrien groaned.

“I believe this is what that therapist person we saw the other day referred to as the cognitive distortion of ‘catastrophizing’,” Trixx remarked, trying to be helpful.

“What the fox said,” Plagg seconded. “You’re doing that catastrophe thing. Stop that and go into your talk with your girlfriend with an open mind. Maybe she’ll scream at Tikki first and get all of her anger worked out before she comes here, so she’ll be able to think clearly and see that this is all her own fault.”

Adrien took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Yeah,” he replied half-heartedly. “Maybe.”

He felt bad for hoping that Marinette yelled at Tikki because, deep down, he knew he was in the wrong too, but he had a feeling that Tikki could withstand Marinette’s anger better than Adrien could.

“Just try to stay calm,” Trixx coached. “We’ll deal with whatever happens when it happens, so there’s no point in worrying about it now.”

“Okay,” Adrien mumbled, trying to focus on his breathing and the comforting caresses of his kwamis.

Adrien woke to muffled voices coming from the main room about two hours later. Trixx was still curled up beside him, his head resting on Adrien’s shoulder, but Plagg was nowhere to be seen.

Adrien wiped the crusty debris from the corners of his eyes and sat up, trying to make out to whom the voices belonged. He rolled off the bed and onto his feet, going to investigate.

He found Plagg and Marinette in the main room of the apartment, hissing at each other in hushed tones.

Her complexion was splotchy, and her eyes were red. She looked a mess, but his heart still leapt for her.

Sensing their audience, Plagg and Marinette looked to where Adrien stood in the bedroom doorway, and Marinette’s eyes lit up.

“Adrien,” she breathed, rushing to his side, wrapping her arms around him, and squeezing him tight.

Reflexively, he untensed, settling into her embrace and dropping his head to rest on hers, his face buried in her hair.

“I’m sorry,” she stressed into his chest. “I’m so sorry. I’m not breaking up with you. Ever.”

“O-Oh,” he choked, beginning to tremble as an overwhelming wave of emotions washed over him. “Good,” he managed.

“Come here,” she coaxed, tugging him to the couch so that they could sit before their legs gave out.

She pulled back to look him in the eyes, gingerly cupping his face in her hands. “I’m sorry for how I reacted before. I was really upset, and there was a lot going on. There was a lot to think about and digest, and…” She shook her head. “I’m hurt and I’m angry and I’m still upset, but I will always love you, even when I want to scream at you and slap you silly, okay? I can be mad and still love you at the same time, all right? Plagg wasn’t sure if you knew that, so I wanted to make certain we were clear on that point.”

Adrien had to swallow and take several deep breaths before he was able to reply. “…I wasn’t sure,” he admitted. “I’m not good at fights. I don’t know how this works.”

She nodded, stroking his face and petting his hair. “That’s okay. I know you haven’t always had the best examples in your life, so… When my parents fight, things can get ugly. Sometimes they say things they don’t really mean. I think everyone does that. The important thing is that once they cool down, they sit down and talk about what happened and what they were thinking and feeling, and they work together to fix the problem that started the fight. They say sorry, and they remind one another how important they are to each other, and then they try to learn from the experience and not make the same mistakes again. Ideally, that’s how it’s supposed to work,” she explained.

“So…” He frowned as he tried to wrap his head around this new information. “You said sorry and that you still love me. I said sorry earlier. Does that count, or do I need to say it again now?”

Marinette grimaced and had to remind herself that he was struggling to grasp this new concept, so she needed to be patient.

“It’s not quite so formulaic as that,” she informed gently. “Those were more guidelines than a script, but…Plagg told me how torn up you’ve been about keeping secrets from me and how hard it’s been for you not being able to tell me who you were, so…I know you’re sorry. That’s the important part. I believe you’re sorry, so you don’t have to say it again.”

He nodded, tentatively, still not quite sure of his footing. “So…you forgive me? Are we done fighting?”

She bit her lip, dropping her hands from his face to his palms as she looked away. “Yes and no. I’m still…feeling things. This is a lot to process, and I’m still mad and hurt and upset, so…I need some time,” she confessed, looking back up at him imploringly.

He averted his eyes, shoulders inching up towards his ears as he began to curl in on himself defensively.

“Okay,” he mumbled, even though her answer wasn’t the one he’d wanted to hear.

“It’s going to take a while for me to sort through things in my head,” she explained. “I still love you, and I still want to be with you, but…you lied to me.”

He flinched but didn’t bother saying anything to defend himself.

“Like…a huge lie. For a long time,” she stressed. “That isn’t something I’m just going to get over. It doesn’t feel good to be tricked and betrayed like that, Adrien, so it’s going to be a while before I’m able to forgive you. That doesn’t mean I don’t love you anymore, though,” she reiterated, wanting to make sure that he believed her. “Do you understand?”

He nodded, trying to make himself smaller so that he would, hopefully, shrink away and disappear.

This hurt worse than when his father scolded him. When he got in trouble with his father, it was usually for something Adrien had no control over. It hurt worse when he had actually done something wrong and knew his punishment was justified.

“But we’re going to get through this, okay?” She gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. “This is just a rough patch. We’re going to come out on the other side stronger.”

“Okay,” he whispered, trying to believe her.

It was hard because he had always been a screwup, and he didn’t anticipate that changing anytime soon. He would always disappoint her and make her question the trust she placed in him. He’d been doing it for five years now, and it made him wonder which time would be the final straw. He always felt like he was on the precipice of losing her forever.

When he tuned back in, at least a minute or two had passed, and Marinette was in the middle of saying, “…you ever thought this was a good idea. I just…I don’t understand. How could you trick me like that?”

She stopped talking and looked at him expectantly.

He looked up and blinked at her.

She frowned. “Adrien, are you listening to me?”

“I…” He gulped. “Sorry. I don’t usually get to say anything, so…”

Slowly, her left eyebrow drifted up toward her hairline. “When have I ever not let you talk?” she inquired in honest confusion.

“Not you. My father,” he informed. “When I’m in trouble and he’s yelling at me. I don’t usually get to say anything, so…” he trailed off again with a shrug.

Marinette stared at her boyfriend as a cold chill walked its fingers up her spine. “You feel like you’re in trouble and I’m yelling at you…like your father does.”

His shoulders rose back up to his ears, and his gaze cast around on the floor for something to look at instead of her. “That’s…yeah. I mean…it’s a little different because you said you loved me, and that…that doesn’t happen with my father, but…yeah. …You’d think I would get used to being told what a disappointment I was,” he chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

Marinette didn’t laugh. “…You’re not,” she stressed, taking one of his hands in both of hers and squeezing tight. “Just because I’m disappointed in something you did, that doesn’t make you a disappointment.”

Tentatively, he peeked up at her. “Is that anything like the saying, ‘You are not your failures’?”

She nodded enthusiastically. “Exactly. Just because you did something that disappointed me, that doesn’t make it a part of who you are. It was just…just a mistake. Human beings make those.”

“Even you?” he ventured softly.

“Especially me,” she agreed. “I’m sorry, Adrien. I wasn’t trying to make you feel bad; I just wanted to understand what had happened, but… What your father does to you is horrible, and I don’t want things to ever feel like that with me. Say something next time.”

Taking a deep breath and finally meeting her gaze, Adrien asked, “When we fight, afterwards, do I get to talk about what I’m thinking and feeling too?”

It hurt her that he even needed to ask.

She nodded, assuring, “I care very much about what you’re feeling and thinking.”

He blew out a long exhale. “Okay. So…I don’t get to make choices often. I mean, I do this past month now that I’ve moved out, but…my whole life, I’ve just kind of had to do what people tell me. This past month is the first time I’ve been able to pick what I wear or what I eat or what I do with my free time, so…thinking for myself and making decisions on my own is a bit of a foreign concept.”

She had known that on some subconscious level, but now that he spelled it out for her, it was horrifying in a whole new way how tightly controlled he had been.

“I know you said you still loved me, even though you were mad,” he continued uncertainly, “but…will you still love me if I’m mad at you?”

She blinked at him in surprise but nodded, assuring, “Of course…but…why would you be mad at me?”

He took a deep breath, gathering his courage. “Usually, when my father is scolding and punishing me, it’s for something that wasn’t my fault. Normally, I keep my head down and take it without protest because I have no control over the situation, no say in what happens to me…but…this relationship isn’t like that, is it?”

Slowly, she shook her head. “No. It’s not.”

He held her gaze as he continued shakily. “You’re not my father. You’re not unfair like that, and you care about what I have to say.”

She nodded vehemently.

“And it’s okay to fight with you because you’re not going to stop loving me,” he added and waited for her to confirm it, needing to be sure.

“Yes,” she promised, internally bracing herself, even as she squeezed his hand tighter.

“Okay,” he breathed out shakily. “In that case…Marinette, I’m kind of tired of always accepting the blame for things that aren’t my fault.”

Her eyebrows drew into a frown of confusion as she tried to parse his words for meaning.

“I’m not trying to say that I didn’t do anything wrong because I know I did,” he rushed to explain. “I never thought it was a good idea to pretend to be two different people. I never wanted to do that, and it wasn’t like it was all fun and games for me. I hated lying to you…but even though what I did was wrong, it wasn’t entirely my fault.”

She pursed her lips, trying to figure out what he meant, if he was trying to blame Plagg for giving him bad advice or what.

“Marinette,” he called imploringly, eyes wet with the start of another round of tears. “You didn’t give me a choice.”

Her mouth dropped open in stunned disbelief.

“What was I supposed to do?” he pleaded. “It all got really messy really fast right from the very beginning. I didn’t mean to fall in love with you as Chat Noir. I didn’t mean for us to get so close, but we did, and that wasn’t something I could give up. You have no clue how horrible it was in that deserted mansion all by myself, always feeling like an impulse buy my father deeply regretted but couldn’t return. I felt safe with you. Your house was always a happy, warm place, and you made me feel like I was worth something. I couldn’t keep away,” he explained, praying that she would understand even a little bit where he was coming from.

He shook his head. “I couldn’t stop coming as Chat Noir…and then I fell in love with you, but that day when I accidentally tried to kiss you as Adrien, you said there was someone else, and, I mean, that someone else turned out to be Chat Noir, so…I was just so overjoyed to have my feelings finally returned that I didn’t stop to think that it was stupid to date you as a masked superhero. I didn’t think,” he sighed, mentally kicking himself for the thousandth time. “And then I accidentally kissed you as Adrien, and you accidentally kissed me back, and…”

He pinned her with an intent gaze. “Remember how I tried to tell you who I was that night? After the kiss in the library with Adrien, I came over that night as Chat Noir, and I was going to tell you everything, but you wouldn’t let me. You said no, and I respected your choice because you were right; it is a really freaking big deal, and knowing my identity could potentially put you and the people you love in danger, and that wasn’t something I could force on you. I respected your choice. Was that wrong?”

He stopped, offering her space in which to speak.

She took a measured breath and blew it out slowly, confessing, “I don’t know. I wasn’t operating with all the facts. I don’t… I think…maybe you should have said something.”

“I tried,” he whined. “I dropped so many hints, Marinette. As things got further and further out of hand, I kept trying to tell you. You always said no, but I kept trying. I let so many things slip, hoping maybe you’d figure it out so you could stop beating yourself up about cheating on me, but… Marinette, I even asked you as Adrien, ‘What if I’m Chat Noir’. I tried.”

“…You…did, didn’t you?” she replied hollowly, image after image of him trying to tell her flashing before her eyes.

He nodded miserably. “The whole dating myself thing was purely idiotic, but I panicked, and I just wanted you to stop being so distraught over quote-unquote cheating on me when that was mostly my fault in the first place for not being able to keep my hands off of you as Adrien. I was stupid, and I messed up, but I was just trying to make you happy. I asked you again and again to let me tell you my identity, and you were aggressively against it…so I just let it go. When you wanted Chat Noir and Adrien in the same room, I figured out a way to make it happen, and that was that.”

He shrugged helplessly. “I was going to say that Chat and Adrien couldn’t find a time in their schedules that worked, but…you were so excited for the three of us to all get together,” he groaned. “I couldn’t let you down, and then when I asked Ladybug for the Fox Miraculous—”

Marinette paled, feeling incredibly stupid as she played the scene over in her mind.

“—I asked her if I could just tell you my identity, and she said no too, so…and then it just kept going for so long it felt like I couldn’t say anything anymore, but today… This has been eating me alive, Marinette,” he sighed, sounding every bit as exhausted as he looked. “I couldn’t do it anymore. I’m sorry. I knew I was in the wrong the whole time, but I didn’t know what else to do. Like I said, I’ve grown up my whole life with very little opportunity to think for myself and make decisions, so those are things I really struggle with. I’m sorry, and I’m working on it.”

“Oh, Adrien,” Marinette cooed, pulling him into her arms. “I’m sorry. I can see why you didn’t feel like you had a choice. I’m so, so sorry.”

She tipped her head up, pressing her lips gently to his.

He leaned into the kiss, his heart fluttering at the contact.

When they pulled back, he gave her a goofy smile. “I was so scared you’d never kiss me again.”

“I’m sorry I hurt you,” she sniffled, stroking his cheek lovingly.

“I’m sorry I lied and tricked you,” he answered, touching his forehead to hers.

“I’m actually really touched that you put that much time and effort into trying to make me happy,” she giggled through the tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.

He gently brushed them away with his thumb. “I’m glad that that’s worth something.”

“It’s worth a lot,” she assured. “You’re worth a lot.”

A light blush spread across his face, and he smiled, leaning in to press a kiss to the tip of her nose. “I really, really love you.”

“I really, really love you,” she responded with a giggle.

They pulled back just to look at one another, smiles pulling their mouths wide.

“…Hey,” Marinette remarked after nearly two minutes of gazing softly into one other’s eyes.

“Hm?” he hummed in answer.

“Have you eaten?”

Adrien frowned, trying to recall. “I…Maybe? I don’t remember.”

“He hasn’t!” Plagg and Trixx called out in unison from the arm of the couch where they were watching the scene develop.

Adrien blushed, looking away sheepishly. “Thanks, guys.”

“You’re welcome,” Plagg snickered.

Ignoring the kwami of destruction, Marinette forged ahead with her plan, “We should make dinner. How about I prep some salad for us while you brew two mugs of mint tea? Then we can snuggle on the couch while watching that one anime you mentioned the other day. Maybe even make popcorn. What do you say? I think we could use some low-energy bonding time after the day we’ve had.”

Tears spilled over down Adrien’s cheeks as he nodded enthusiastically. “You know just how to make me feel better.”

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ginger-bread-official · 4 years

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Invested

Remus Lupin was known to be well versed in combating against dark creatures, but he clearly was more than competent in defensive spells. He managed to catch up Fred and George; world class slackers, enough to pass their DADA O.W.L. He was willing to put in all his effort to get his fifth years onto N.E.W.T.S.

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He walked out of his office after making them wait for a solid five minutes. These two were masters, rivaled only by James and Sirius in his opinion. The good news was, he had years of practice. The pair stood smiling and laughing at some unknown joke.

“Just George right now.” They stopped in their tracks and shared a shocked look. It was quick and they regained themselves so as not to alert him to his upper hand. First step to taking down a dynamic duo, break up the duo. “Sit please.” He gestured to the chair across his desk as he closed the door to his office. He rounded to his chair and sat. He allowed the silence to stretch just a moment into an uncomfortable silence and then pushed the failed essay toward its author. George looked briefly at the page, shrugged and leaned back with a cheeky grin.

“What about it.” He said daring Lupin to lecture him. Remus felt his marauder spirit flare at the sight of the defiant young man.

“I know you’ve heard it all.” he leant back in his chair clasping his hand together. “I know nothing phases the great Fred and George Weasley.” Another pause “But I also know you’re brilliant and that you could get an O on your O.W.Ls if only you tried. Now what I don’t know is why you down play your intellect.” George seemed ready for this not allowing Lupin’s lecture to penetrate his aloof demeanor.

“Fred and I are being selective with our efforts. Businessmen don’t need counter jinxes or moster protection.” His easy smile showed Lupin that he really had no remorse.

“You have me there,” he stood from his desk and walked to the front of it. “My subject only progresses the careers of Aurors and the like.” He leant back onto the desk as he looked onto the young man. “But I’m not worried about your career. I’m worried about your safety.” George’s smirk broke. His eyebrows raised in questioning.

“My safety?”

“Yes. See defense is something you don’t plan on using, and when you find out you need it, it’s too late.” George now looked intrigued. “Your uncles knew that.” At this the front two legs of his chair slammed back down to the ground.

“My uncles?”

“Yes.” He smiled softly at the young man. “I fought alongside Fabian and Gideon during the war. They were brilliant, two of the bravest people I knew.” He smiled at the memory of the troublesome duo. “They were very good at ‘counter jinxes and stuff’ and took out more death eaters than Mad-eye Moody himself.” George was hanging on to every word of Lupin’s, clearly eager to hear more about his hero Uncles.

“They did?” he saw a proud smile erupt on George’s face, “Mom never said that.”

“It was an internal tally we did really. Your mom wasn’t in the army then.” He settled back into a serious tone. “I know I have a war mentality and the war is over, but if I hadn’t known what I do, I wouldn’t have made it through. I want you and Fred to have the same preparation that Fabian and Gideon had. That I had.” George nodded, Though Remus wasn’t sure he had completely broken through to him. “I don’t know if I can Change your attitude, I’m sure every professor has tired to explain why their subject is the most important, but I can offer my help. I can work with you guys during the night, or weekends. Whenever works for you to get you through your O.W.Ls.”

“Yeah.” He stood “Thanks professor. I’ll—I’ll redo the essay.” He stood and reached out his hand to shake Remus’ which he took. George turned to leave, but seemed to think of something and turned around. “You really fought in the war?” he asked blunty.

“Yes.” He responded. “Me, Sirius Black and James Potter joined up right after graduation.” George looked like he was going to ask another question. “I met the most courageous and amazing witches and wizards; including your uncles, but I don’t much l care for thinking on those years.” He paused letting George fill in the implied trauma he didn’t care to re-visit. “Please send your brother in.” he put a note of finality in his voice, and George obeyed.

Fred sauntered in after his brother. An easy smile on his face and an air of arrogance surrounding him.

“Please sit.” Lupin gestured to the chair George had just vacated. Fred did so and waited for Lupin to speak. “I suspect you already know what I’m going to say.” there was a brief pause.

“I’ve gotten this lecture once or twice before mate.” He sat up straight and put on different impressions of different teachers. “You’re a brilliant student Weasley I don’t know why you’re throwing away your education” he said in an overly eccentric Scottish accent. “I know you can do better if you tried.” He said in Flitwick’s high voice. “All pretty standard stuff. George and I have it all figured out though. We’ll be successful businessmen without knowing the difference between devils snare and tentaccula.” He sat back waiting for Lupin again clearly sure he won this exchange. Remus saw he couldn’t give Fred an inch, and so he dropped the formal professor façade and allowed himself to be more candid with the boy.

“You seem to have it all figured out. Fool proof plan, no need for my subject at all, all you need is your witty and savvy business skills.” Fred’s smile was firm on his face, but his brow furrowed ever so slightly. “I guess you don’t need to know how to protect yourself, or protect others. You can probably talk a banshee down from screaming with your winning personality.” His tone was harsh, but warranted. “No need to learn how to stop a curse from hitting you or maybe hitting George.” His voice rose slightly and he went on, “If a dementor is attacking you, or your family or anyone for that matter, Fred Wealsey will come in with some wise ass comment and send it packing. Dark wizards won’t dare to touch you with your charming smile for protection.”

“We’ve been in tight spots before and managed our way out.” He sounded so young and naïve and he must have sensed it, because his smile finally fell from his face.

“You’re too smart to genuinely think that evading Filch and fighting for your life are the same.” Lupin shot back. There was a moment of pregnant silence where Fred looked ashamed. Remus took pity on the boy. “I remember what it was like to be young,” Fred looked up to his professor now with a vulnerability Remus had never seen on the boy’s face. “To feel like there’s nothing you can’t do, that you’re invincible. Me and my friends were reckless, fool hearty. You actually remind me a lot of one of them.”

“Who?” he asked

“James Potter.” Fred’s eyes widened. “You’re both unbelievably stubborn, witty, effortlessly brilliant and a loyal, kind friend. But James knew when to grow up. He knew what life had in store for him outside of Hogwarts and he knew he needed to be prepared.” A beat of silence held the weight of his words between them. “We joined the resistance to Lord Voldemort at 17 years old and the only reason I am standing here is because I knew defensive magic.”

“But the war is over.” Fred said meekly.

“And you think that means there’s no danger out there, that every other bad or evil being in the world retired that day?” he sighed “I can’t force you to take your studies seriously. But It’s more important to me that you understand what a disadvantage you’d be putting yourself at by writing it off.” He walked to his chair behind the desk allow the young man space to breathe. “I want you to succeed Fred. I want to help in anyway I can. Evenings, weekends, lunch periods, whatever works for you. Just take it into consideration.” He waited a minute and watched the young man in front of him gather his wits and regain his composure after the reality check he was just given. He felt bad for being harsh, for his aggressive attack of his student, but when he was their age these realities were forced onto him and he is alive because he was able to prepare.

“Right.” Fred stood and made for the door, “Thanks professor.” He reached for the handle, but turned before opening the door. “You fought in the war?” he asked just as his brother did.

“Yes.” Lupin answered simply.

“Did you know my uncles Fabian and Gideon? They fought too.” He smiled at the boy.

“I knew them, and I was lucky to have called them friends. They saved my life multiple times.” He explained. “I don’t think I’ll ever meet braver men then those two.” A proud smile surfaced onto Fred’s face and he turned away from his professor and left the office.

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canumoveurseatup-no · 5 years

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listening party

summary: he can’t get enough of you and the others like to hear it.

word count: 1.9k

pairing: bruce x black!reader 18+

warnings: straight up smut, rough sex, Daddy kink, age gap (18+), exhibitionism(?), voyeurism(?), slight subspace (pls remember subspace is different for everyone so if the descriptions in this don’t match your experience- doesn’t mean it’s wrong) this... is just about to be nasty. i have a crying during sex kink so yeah that’s in here good

a/n: i want bruce to ruin me. that is all. also, this was very last minute so i am sorry if it’s not the greatest.

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“The rabbits are going at it again, I would not suggest going down that hall” Sam warned.

“I can hear them from here- what difference does it make?,” Tony scoffed.

You were the apple of everyone’s eye, but only Bruce caught your attention in that way. You found it amusing that everyone thought Bruce couldn’t keep hulk contained in bed but you hit them with the

“Who says Hulk isn’t present anyway?,”

There was nothing extremely exclusive about you and Bruce, no dating, nothing, just him rearranging your guts whenever you two were in the mood. Everyone knew not to go anywhere near you, despite them wanting a taste.

“Are we gonna have another listening party? or are we going to mind our business this time?,” Wanda played with a straw in her cup while the others shrugged.

“I don’t know, guys,” Steve shrugged, “Don’t you feel it’s a little invasive to listen in?,”

“Invasive my ass,” Bucky chuckled to himself, “This is the closest we can get to actually being with her and don’t act like you don’t blow a nice one when you finally head to your room,”

“Buck!,” Steve frowned and scowled at his best friend putting him out there like that.

“Plus I’m sure they know. Y/N is a fan of exhibitionism so,” Natasha smacked her lips and made herself comfortable in her seat on the couch. A comfy position where she could clench her thighs together and get enough friction that she even has a mini orgasm right with you and Bruce.

“Fuck!,”

Your voice rang through the room and Tony muted the television and sat with a bowl of popcorn in his lap

“Let the show begin,”

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Bruce pretty much had you in the shape of a pretzel, legs crossed at your calves and pushed towards your chest, the burn in your thighs was ignored as you felt Bruce deep inside.

“Hhhhhh,” you whined, “Don’t stop! fuck, please don’t stop!,”

You could never get enough of practically feeling him in your stomach. He loved watching the way your eyes rolled, he loved the way your breath hitched, he loved the way tears ran down your face because he made you feel so good you could barely comprehend it.

“You’re so fucking wet. Who did it?,” He couldn’t help but taunt you, knowing you were a good girl for him, always answering his questions despite his dick being buried deep inside you.

“You! Only you,”

“That’s right. That pussy is so wet it’s soaking onto my sheets,”

“S-sorry Daddy,”

You knew he meant it as a good thing but damn you couldn’t help but put on a show of innocence. You loved that he made you feel so small in these moments. You were a sucker for a greying, well established man who put you in your place and took you to ravish as his own.

“Look at that little pussy taking all of me in,” he groaned and you felt your walls spasming at that sound. If it were socially acceptable, you’d have his moans and groans set as your ringtones.

Bruce wasn’t abnormally huge but a good 7 inches had you swooning, especially since he was an older man that still knew how to use it.

“You’re gonna make me cum, again,” you sobbed.

Bruce smiled at your tear smeared face and hiked your hips up a little higher and that had you speaking in tongues, screaming so loud it echoed down the hall.

“That’s right, baby. Scream,” he grabbed your face in his hand and his eyes bored into your soul which was halfway fucked out of your body, “Look at me when you cum,”

“Yes yes yes!,” you wailed. You could barely keep your eyes open as your jaw dropped as your body gave in, succumbing to his ways and convulsing in an orgasm.

“Keep cumming. Love feeling your pussy pull me in,”

God, he looked so heavenly above you, hair on his chest, glistening with a layer of sweat. Your toes curled so hard they cracked and it felt like you were experiencing astral projection.

“Come back down, baby. I’m not done with you yet” he pulled out and looped his arms around your thighs to pull you right to the edge of the bed so he could bury his face right in your pussy so he could devour you until you see the planets swirling around the room.

Bruce had a skilled tongue, and the way he flicked your clit had you flinching away from him. Another pit formed in your stomach and had you grabbing for your breasts for leverage. Two of his thick fingers easily pushed in you, curling up and moving back and forth in a come her motion. It made you weak every time. Fingering was a big weakness and had you gushing each time.

“Bruce!!,” you looked down to see him smirking at you, you both knew he was your undoing, “just like that, just like that, don’t stop, baby please!,”

Your clit throbbed in his mouth and he slurped up everything you had to offer, “Fuck, I love how good you taste.”

He removes his fingers and pushed them past your lips, ever the sharer he was. Watching his pink tongue swirling around your pussy, kissing your chocolate lips, with his fingers in your mouth that were once covered in your juices until they coated your tongue had you cunning in no time. Both hands on the back of his head as you announced another orgasm.

“That’s it baby, let them hear it. Let them know who you belong to,”

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“Daddy, fuck!,”

“I told you they knew!!,” Steve hisses, “Now they’re gonna think we’re perverts for listening,”

“We literally get off on hearing them fuck- though I doubt they’re thinking that of us- they wouldn’t be wrong,” Tony adjusted himself in his jeans, and rested his head back against the back of the couch with a scotch in hand, “Little dove knows how much we wanted her so of course she’s gonna beg him to bang her brains out, it makes her loud and if she’s loud, we hear and if we hear, we crave her more. Attention greedy little sub- it’s quite cute,”

“How do you know she’s a sub?,” Bucky asks

“She’s a junior intern in college with a daddy kink. She’s had heart eyes for ‘Brucey’ ever since she walked through those doors. She loves older men, that’s why she likes to tease Tony too,” Natasha’s thighs clench at your pleas to be fucked faster, wishing she could just go get her strap and give it to you all night, “So I think it’s safe to say, little dove is a sub, a bratty one at that,”

Everyone knows of the times you’d purposely sass Bruce so he’d put you in your place, in front of everyone or not. No one really remembers how you two came to be, just one night they heard all the ruckus from Bruce’s room and the next morning you stalked out of his room, curls matted to your head, walking with a limp and marks covering your chest. You were grateful your class was cancelled that day.

“Choke me, Daddy. I need it- want you to feel my pulse pound for you... want you to f-feel it against your fingertips,”

Clint groaned and shook his head, “This girl is going to be the death of me,”

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“Thats right, little dove. Your pulse pounds for me and only me,” nose touching yours, your held his hand tighter around you neck, wanting to see the Big Bang happen right in front you, you wanted to be choked out so hard you saw the universe being created.

“You look so pretty smiling while my hand is around your throat, cheeks damp from me fucking those cute little tears out of you,”

Your teeth dig into your lip as you looked up at him, body moving back and forth m the sheets from the force of him fucking you relentlessly. Your eyes began lulling closed so he removed his hand, your back arching off the bed with a gasp big enough to create a whole new generation.

You saw the Big Bang right in front of your eyes. Seeing a bunch of pretty colors, adoring the creation of the stars and planets.

“Oh, God,” Bruce moaned to himself. He was close. He turned you on your side, you curled your legs into your chest for comfort as you were getting the life fucked out of you to the point where you saw all your future lives- the lives after this one.

“D-Daddy I can’t take it- not another!,”

Your body was preparing you for another orgasm but damn, you were spent, over stimulated, you’d fall right into subspace and it wouldn’t take much right now.

“Be a good girl and take it, dove. You wanna be my good girl, don’t you?,”

———

“Y-Yes yes yes, daddy I d-do,”

“Oh she’s deep in it now,” Wanda smirked.

“That’s record time isn’t it?,” Sam looked at his watch. You two were going at it for a while before they decided to sit here and listen but by the sound of your shrill mewling, you’ve hit euphoria. They know just by your noises when you’ve hit subspace.

“Seriously just about to have a hand free orgasm because she... is killing me,” Tony ran a hand over his face and squeezed his eyes shut.

“I would be grossed out if I wasn’t in the same boat,” Bucky muttered.

Small mumbles of “me too” and “same” We’re heard from around the room.

“Cum in me, daddy. P-please!,”

“Oh God,” Nat hissed, hips bucking up into nothing

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“Want you to come for me one more time before I give you what you want, baby,” his lips kissed your cheeks and shoulder, soothing you, knowing you’re feeling a million nerve endings being set on fire in this moment.

You couldn’t even announce that you were cumming, the words wouldn’t come. You became incoherent while your ears began ringing. The rhythm of his hips stuttered as your pussy gushed all over him.

You couldn’t even hear yourself as you let out the cry of a banshee.

Bruce bottomed out to cum deep inside of you.

“Such a good little dove,” he have a hard thrust, making sure to get his seed deep inside you. His body fell on top of yours while you whimpered and shook in cold chills. Bruce wiped the sweat and tears from your face to hold

It in his hands and pepper kisses here and there, “you did so good, dove. I’m not going anywhere,” after a few minutes, he pulled out and just laid beside you, massaging the convulsions out of your body and giving you sips of a drink to hush your hiccups and replenish any energy your lost.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,”

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“I’m ashamed,” Wanda covers her face and walks away to her room.

“I’m not,” Tony shrugs, “That shit’s hot as fuck,”

“I’m... going to my room,” Steve rushed away and they all filed out one by one to their own rooms to either wash their shame away or add to it.

Tony say comfortably on the couch and chuckled to himself.

“Friday!,”

“Yes, Tony?,”

“Save the audio from Banner’s hall to the ‘listening party’ file, please”

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thudthud · 3 years

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the hunger of colonization

I transport the account of colonizer on my skin, The karma of my ancestors, a vicious quantity left by the need to win Every mis step taken is another memory within my brain My ancestors did nought for creation… in fact they were quite vain There is nothing I can do about altering the past All I can do is put in sufficient exertion to make the change of energy last My grandpa used to say, “ There are good Indians and bad”* HOWEVER, It was on their backs that I’ve received everything I’ve ever had.

Whenever these words were spoken I would shut my ears off from it pretend I was in my happy place and acquit them from all judgment. I know now that doing that wasn’t the right decision That I should have made standing with my friends my one and only mission. The speeches they expressed around me never rested well in my stomach I could see all the privilege I’ve been provided from it. You may look at me…. and ask what backs behind me I see.

I see Grandmas and Aunts. Uncles and Dads. Babies, friends and some very injured lads. I see their home and land being given to people because of the color of skin they had. I know what it feels like to have your home ripped from you. To only be able to look at a distance as your home is used without you. Being told you were never welcome in the first place That you need to leave so someone ‘better’ can take your space. The words that left my mouth much were, “WHAT HAVE I DONE WRONG?” “DID I NOT TRY TO TO EVERYTHING YOU ASKED, HAVE I NOT BEEN STRONG?”

When I opted to make my life about making things better, I ungracefully untied knots that had always been together. Knots within myself and the people around me. Knots within the very constructs of society. a lot of those knots never parted whatsoever, A lot of the people thought their remarks were quite clever. They really weren’t clever in the slightest. A lot of their views were incredibly rightest. The year right now is twenty one years past the millennium, I still have aunts that worked and slapped kids in gymnasiums. They hide under their veils and hoards of cloth. Sitting around tables together to scoff I know this to be true because I’ve seen it with my own eyes, Resting over tables and telling each other lies.

The color of your skin should not dictate your worth. Certain things should not be a guarantee from birth. The path forward is curvy and long The start of it wasn’t marked with the bang of the gong For a lot of us this will be our lifelong matter I really hope that at some point we can all work together.

My skin is pale and white. but please understand I am still trying to do what is right. There is no way in the world I could ever fully comprehend, Id like to help with anything to try and make amends Saying sorry does nothing at all, It’s the actions that go with them that allow a person to stand tall. If you filled a room with my family you’d see Half of them are bending backwards screaming like Banshee’s Their screams fill the room with darkness and hate. Their ideas and opinions have become stagnate. Its time now to hear the voices of those who were hurt For me and my people to help them burn down the church.

This system was built on all of their blood and sweat changing from residential schools to foster homes with very little and yet Many middle fingers are still raised high Justin Trudeau are we allowed to ask why? Why was there an “Indian problem”** to be fixed? Why is there so much internal trauma that’s so deep and all mixed? People in these positions of power doing the same over again despite the people getting louder

If the ancient Greeks travelled here to see democracy in action they’d cry kneel to the ground and Throw their hands to the sky “Why doesn’t everyone have a voice” “We invented democracy so people would have a real choice” If I had a child in the world today, I would be so wary of the words people use around and say. How big a deal it is to raise our babies into Earth Warriors, never knowing pain and only being filled with wonder. Full disclosure? I have no idea what I am doing all I know is I need to get behind what is brewing. This us and them has gone on forever you’d think after a few hundred years we would have gotten much better.

I read columbus’s*** journals in my first year of university, A book wrapped in hate and providing much clarity. “These people are beautiful” he wrote in his journal “They would make excellent slaves” he said and I hurled This journal entry has impacted the lives of you and me These journal entries shaped our entire society.

At one point in time, I was racist and all of my views were undeniably baseless. I some times remember those views in the back of my mind how can people who speak those thoughts ever think they are kind? We need to tell people to stop spewing inappropriate garbage Stop looking at all these people as targets and listening to their knowledge There’s a man in my town who stands on a box with a mic His speakers being over used with too much force and might Babies and kids walk past him with their mothers. Hearing from him that God hates their sisters and brothers. Freedom of speech only goes to far Human rights need to not be seen as bizarre I come from the settlers of this land coming here being promised something very grand When I walk on the sidewalk people clear the space for me If only they knew for them id take a knee. I am starting to understand what it can feel like to be hyper aware of your skin. To not feel totally comfortable in any space that you are in. I have friends who are both one and the other. Getting blamed by both communities for not being another The internal struggle they wake up daily with is something we need to start understanding. That being part of both communities should be something rewarding.

I used to be a day camp counselor, getting to work with amazing kids every summer. One week a child came in my care, being sent with a rap sheet I was hyper aware. The week started just like any other, telling the kids the rules and to get along with one another. He sat separate from most of the children, asking every ten minutes to go to the washroom. After the second day I pulled him aside to just talk we ended up on the forest path outside and walked The child was going to the washroom you see To wash his hands it was not to pee. “I do it every ten minutes, because out of all the kids I am certainly the dirtiest” He showed me his beautifully tanned skin and he sighed feeling like all of himself was something to hide. Tears filled my eyes and started to fall, I didn’t think anything I had to say would have any pull at all. this sweet baby in front of me was hurting so much it was a crime To make an innocent child believe they are covered in slime. “Baby boy I am going to tell you this once and very clear, there is nothing wrong with your skin at all my dear. You are a child unlike any other, being blamed for the anger and called a great bother. I see you my child I see you so clear You are so beautiful this breaks my heart and fills it with fear I worry that someone else is going to say something like this to you and that you will try to mend the cracks yourself with nasty unfit views. When you stand in the pond out back of the center, the tadpoles come to you like you’re an energy center. The bees fly around you with so much glee, I know no other person who has bees sleep on their knees” We really need to get into everyone’s minds that being racist isn’t cool and all of that knowledge hand off starts within our schools If I had been educated properly maybe getting thrown into it wouldn’t be so bewildering That colonization hasn’t done much good for the world, its sent us all spinning. When I was growing up I was told there are three sides to every story. That the truth was hidden somewhere in the middle of all the hate and swearing. I think if we all just sat down and centered with the earth once a day. We would all pay more mind to what these people say. *This sentence isn’t appropriate and is incredibly wrong. I loved my Grandpa very much but his views weren’t right.

**Duncan Campell Scott said this in parliament quite a few years before Hitler announced that Germany “Has to fix the Jew problem” This is genocidal speech.

***we do not capitalize the names of those who do not matter.

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tomsrebeleyebrow · 5 years

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@intiate03 asks: Hey could u write a ff on tony visiting peter at MIT with morgan bcz he was missing him . And them meeting one of tony teachers or someone who tony knew form his time in MIT

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A/N: another first for me! thanks a lot for your request sweetie🌸 I’m no really familiar with the X-Men universe but I tried making a parallel between the two universes like they did in one of the comics. It’s a short short blurb so I hope you will like it✨

‘Good to see you again’ - Iron Dad & Spidey Son

Warning: cuteness infinite level, and NO ENDGAME in this house!!

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Finally some free time.

Tony sighs while turning in office chair when he hears the sound of steps echoing in the lab, coming to his direction. As he turns to see who it could be - even if he definitely knows already -, the little body of his daughter jumps right into him making both of them spin in the chair, laughing.

“Well well well, look who’s there!”

The little girl giggles in her father’s arms. “Daddy you done with work? Can we go now? Pleaaaaaase?”

Tony stops the chair with his feet and after waiting a few seconds, he stands still holding Morgan in his arms.

“Yes, sweetie. We can finally go. But first, we need to tell mum we’re going out. Can you go tell her while daddy close the lab?”

“Yes!! We’re finally seeing Peter!!”

Morgan jumps out of Tony’s grasp and runs outside the lab to her mum, Pepper, who was somewhere in the house doing her own business. Tony signs again, now pleased. He promised his daughter a few weeks ago that he will find some time to go visit Peter together, because the boy was getting busy with his lessons at MIT so they saw him less recently. And the little girl missed him a lot. And little did she knows that her father also couldn’t wait to see Spidey boy again.

Meanwhile, Peter finishes his first lesson of the afternoon. Having a few hours’ break before the next one, he thinks about reviewing some of his notes outside the campus. While sitting on a bench of the MIT garden, he soon hears in the distance someone calling his name, awakening his spider senses. And as he turns his head toward the voice, he couldn’t help but stands to be soon almost tackled to the ground by Morgan.

“Peter!! Hi!!” the girl screams in joy in his face.

Peter chuckles and wraps his arms around Morgan, spinning her in the air, a big smile now on his face.

“Morgan!! Oh my God, I’m so happy to see you, little one!!”

They both keep giggling, happy to meet again after so long. And then, Peter starts hearing some shocked whispers around him and wonders what was happening.

“Dad! I found him!!”

“You sure did, sweetie.”

None other than the famous Anthony Stark aka Iron Man walks toward both of them, hidden behind his signature sunglasses, emanating power and class from him. Obviously people would start freaking out. And Peter feels even happier. He delicately puts Morgan back on her feet and taking her tiny hands in his, he (proudly) waits for Tony to stop in front of him.

“Hey, how are you doing, son?”

Son. This is the nickname Tony likes using to call Peter. He would never admit it out loud to the world but this boy, no, young man standing while looking at him in awe is like his own son. And for sure Morgan sees him as her big brother.

“I’m doing more than great, Mr. Start” replies Peter, still smiling.

Tony smiles back and ruffles the boy’s curly hair with his hand, before giving him a warm embrace.

“Good to see you again, son.”

“Good to see you again, Mr. Stark.”

“Well good to see you too, Tony.”

The new voice calling out to Tony makes him break his embrace with Peter, Morgan hiding behind both men as they all see the person moves to them. And Tony couldn’t help but smirk.

“What can I say? Who doesn’t like seeing the most talented and handsome Iron Man?”

“As cocky as ever, Stark. You would never change.”

Peter recognises the voice as soon as he heard it. Because here now stands Professor Charles Xavier, one of Peter’s teachers at MIT. Of course he knows who he is. He is one of the most strict and intelligent professor of all the US, and nobody wants to mess with them. Peter has some classes with him and he can say he admires the man in the wheelchair.

“So, you and Mr. Parker know each other?” professor Xavier says, his gaze going from the man in his forties and his friendly student. “Why am I not even surprised.”

“Well, the kid here is sure a nerd but that brain of his is one of a kind. A bit awkward but still smart. Everything I look for in an intern at Stark’s Industry.”

“After knowing you for quite a long time, I sense when you have something in mind, Tony.”

Peter closely looks at both men exchanging words, Morgan still gripping at his jumper. He conforts her by caressing her head.

“You, er, you both know each other?” tempts asking Peter.

“You see, kid, professor Xavier and I work together sometimes-”

“But Mr. Stark here clearly is avoiding me for, what, eight months now? Tony you can’t run away forever when we have to talk about Illumi-”

“I know I knoooooooow” interrupts Tony, exasperates. “But I’ve been super busy with the Avengers and my business - you know I’m a real business man, also family stuff and blah blah blah.”

Peter and Morgan try to hide their giggles while watching Tony being... well, Tony.

“Also”

Tony puts one arm around Peter’s shoulders and brings him against him again, Morgan following closely.

“I’m in the middle of a happy family reunion right here so if you would excuse us!”

The three of them start walking toward the street, leaving the professor by himself.

“Don’t be a Stark and call me, Tony. You know why!” shouts professor Xavier at them.

“Yeah yeah, I’ve still got your number somewhere. I think? Bye, X!” Tony begins whistle.

“Er- b-bye professor Xavier!” Peter manages to say.

Professor Xavier lets out a sigh, looking at them walking toward some shops in the street nearby. Then he decides to go back inside the building, making his way between the students.

“At least, he got the family he ever wanted.”

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what-the-ship · 5 years

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Tickling the Ivories: Chapter Four

We all know Dakota and Cavendish become time traveling pop stars. How they get their is the interesting part.

For being over six feet tall Balthazar didn’t have much of a presence. For once in his life, he was grateful for this. When his boss took off at top speed the Brit trailed close behind. Thankfully no one made a move to stop him as they journeyed deep into the building. Bob Block called out for ‘his case’ when he entered what looked like the control room for NASA. Or at least what Balthazar had seen in old documentaries.

Clutching Dakota’s inhaler Balthazar watched a team of people furiously typing away at keyboards all talking over one another. From seemingly nowhere a man brought in a metal briefcase presenting it to Mr. Block on a bent knee. From around his neck, Mr. Block pulled out a key. The silver lid flung open to reveal a book nestled in custom foam. It was wrapped in a glossy black paper completely concealing the original cover.

Mr. Block lifted the book out and began flipping through the pages. He was muttering under his breath with a look of seriousness on his face. Not finding what he was looking for he closed the book loudly.

“Sir we managed to contact the ship.” Called out a feminine voice.

“Put them on the screen.” The curly-haired man ordered. With a flicker, a tyrannosaurus looking alien’s face filled the screen.

“Mr. Block. I thought our business transaction was complete.” A gem-like object blinked in time with the words the creature was supposed to be saying.

“Yes about that. Well, you see, Mr. Dakota was supposed to sing you a song as a way for you to sample Earth’s talents.” He wasn’t flat out saying it but Mr. Block was implying that Dakota wasn’t meant to be an offering.

“Of course. I am convinced of your planet’s ability; however, my queen might need some more convincing.” The terrible lizard replied smiling wide enough for Cavendish to count teeth. A faint coughing fit dragged everyone’s attention away from the power struggle happening. “Besides I think this one is defective.”

“He’s not defective he’s sick,” Cavendish spoke up receiving a look of utter horror from his boss. Utterly obvious to everything he held up Dakota’s inhaler to show the alien. “He just got out of the hospital not four hours ago and he needs this every six to remain healthy.”

“Did you let him in here?” Block growled grabbing the nearest intern. While that was going on in the background the spaceship leader leaned forward to get a better look at the small object. He gave a snort that fogged the screen for a moment before conceding to come back.

“Very well. I can’t have the queen bit off my head because you gave me a defective gift. Meet us at the stage in two hours or else. END TRANSMISSION.” The screen when black again. ~ ~ ~

At two hours on the dot, the spaceship materialized in the sky again. Mr. Block knew there was no way he could get the medicine away from Balthazar without risking injury so he allowed the taller man to deliver it to the aliens. Lo and behold the aliens did not return Vinnie like everyone was expecting. Instead, the tractor beam snatched up the medicine while Balthazar was still holding it. Back on the ground, all anyone could do is stare stupidly up at the sky again.

“That wasn’t in the book either.” Was all Mr. Block could say. ~ ~ ~

Jettisoning towards the homeworld of the terrible lizard people Vinnie was slumped on the floor of his enclosure. If he was more cognizant he would’ve questioned the blue glowing amulet the aliens had put on him. Instead, he was lying flat on his back in his enclosure struggling for every breath. The lights above him were too bright even with his shades on. Soon he felt his eyes begin to lose focus. Somewhere beyond his blurred vision, there was a clatter and a shadow fell upon him. Figuring it was death he closed his eyes.

Vinnie woke with a start to the sound of Cavendish’s phone going off. Sitting up with a start, he looked around trying to silence the annoyance.

“Easy there,” Balthazar said placing a gentle hand on his back. Seeing the same glowing amulet around his partner’s neck he realized what was going on.

“They got you too.” He chided himself for feeling happy he wasn’t alone now.

“Yeah well. What are you going to do?” Balthazar shrugged scooting to sit next to Vinnie. “I don’t see how we’re going to get out of this one.” Feeling bold Vinnie rested his head on the taller man’s arm.

“Did you like the song?”

“About that-“

“I meant it you know. Every word.” Vinnie continued to stare forward waiting for a response.

“I didn’t hear it. Mr. Block was talking to me. Sorry.” Balthazar felt his face go flush.

“None of it?” The curly-haired man asked pulling away.

“Well, I managed to hear the chorus,” Balthazar confessed looking down through Vinnie’s shades into his eyes.

“I know you would. Recently I found myself feeling the same way. Through time and now, even space, I’d do it all again for you.” Realizing the situation was becoming a little too intimate than they were ready they moved away from each other.

Standing up quickly Balthazar struck a heroic pose. Internally Vinnie vowed when and if they got out of there they were going to sort this out. For now, they needed to focus on escaping.

~Four Earth hours later~

Vinnie was inhaling his medicine as Balthazar scrapped his fingernails over every inch of their cell. As tough as his hands had become from manual labor they were still no match for the cage. “Surely there must be a vent or lose panel. There is always something like that.” He then cried out as his nail broke.

There was no blood but it still hurt. Feeling defeated he sat back next to Vinnie.

“We’ve seen your informative action/adventure documents, Earthling.” Both men gave a jump at the sound of one of the aliens speaking. The wall Balthazar was scratching at turned transparent revealing they were being kept on the bridge under observation the whole time. “There is no escape.”

The alien talking to them reminded Vinnie of a chicken. It continued talking as Balthazar sat back down next to his partner. “We will be arriving at our homeworld soon enough. If you cooperate, you and your mate will be taken good care.”

“Or what? The queen will eat us?” Vinnie asked feeling like his old self again. Balthazar grabbed his friend’s arm trying to shush him. The last time he popped off they got were banished to this time period.

“Perish the thought. If you won’t sing you’ll still make an interesting addition to the zoo.”

“There is some irony for you,” Vinnie muttered under his breath.

“I suggest you behave.” It finished before walking away. The wall went opaque again and they felt like they were alone again. Neither man commented on the ‘mate’ remark. They were too concerned about their predicament to think about relationships.

Feeling antsy Vinnie started rhythmically patting his knees while humming, ‘Going to the zoo’. Recognizing the tune Balthazar gave an exasperated,

“Really! Now? Right now?”

“What?” Vinnie asked holding up his hands in defeat.

“It’s your music-making that got us into this mess in the first place.”

“Well excuse me for having a song in my heart.” Vinnie placed a hand over his heart for emphasis. “You know for a person who loves music so much you sure don’t act like it.”

“Of course I love it. Just because I can’t make up songs off the top of my head doesn’t mean I don’t.”

“Anyone can make up songs. It’s not that hard. Here try it.” Vinnie began to tap on his knees again. “Anyone can sing a song, It doesn’t have to be too long. Just that part inside your heart that’s the safest place to start. Come on. Give it a try.”

Figuring there was nothing left for him to lose (his pride was pretty much non-existent at this point) he tapped the same rhythm on the wall. Non-diegetic music began to fill their ears. For the first time, Balthazar felt the music seem to bubble up from within him like a well-known piece. It was like he knew the words and melody by heart and then his body began to carry him to his feet.

They began to sing about expressing music through any means when the walls around them deactivated. Still singing they looked around to see the aliens on the bridge dancing around as well. Not sure if it was an accident or intentional the duo weren’t waiting around to find out. Splitting up they got several aliens to go along with the tapping and noise making as they scouted around for an exit.

When Balthazar found it he grabbed Vinnie’s hand to make a break for it. As their song was reaching its crescendo they were mere feet from their salvation. During the holding note, a thick tail caught both of them around the middle launching the directly back over the cage area.

The second they landed the walls manifested again but stayed transparent. The room was now silent as one of the aliens manning the panel spoke up.

“What just happened?”

“That,” the commander entered the bridge with a toothy smile on his face.

“Was why we went to Earth. Ensign! Sent off the video feed to the Queen.”

“SIR!” Replied the smaller lizard alien as several dials lit up in front of him.

“I would rest now if I were you. When we land the Queen will surely want a performance as soon as possible.” The cage went opaque again. ~ ~ ~

Balthazar detangled himself from Vinnie to stare at the wall the alien had addressed them through. The look on his face was stony and his eyes were unfocused. Something about the taller man’s demeanor terrified Vinnie. In a flash, Balthazar was punching the walls of their enclosure screaming like a banshee.

“One time. ALL I WANT IS FOR THINGS TO GO RIGHT JUST ONE TIME!” He screamed punching relentlessly. All fight left him causing him to slump against the solid wall.

Vinnie wordlessly placed his hands on his friend’s shoulders.

“How can you be so calm?” Balthazar asked not looking away from the wall.

“We’ve been through worse.” Vinnie countered.

“What can be worse than this?” Balthazar asked turning back to look at Vinnie’s expression.

“Well even if we fail they said we’d still live in a zoo right? We can live like…like koalas.”

“Koalas?”

“Yeah. All they do is eat, sleep, and look cute. I can handle the first two so it’s up to you for that last part.” Vinnie tried to laugh the last part off as a joke. Balthazar’s eyes narrowed before he opened his mouth.

“What was that last part? ” Balthazar asked when the ship stopped suddenly. The two butted heads causing them to see stars. Still clutching their heads the walls around them disappeared. Standing a foot tall with enormous blue eyes was a pink and white alien. Where it’s nose would’ve been was a long thin black mustache that curled at the ends.

“Think its friendly?” Dakota asked feeling the lump forming on his head.

“Of course it is. Look at its glorious mustache.”

“Why thank you, friend. I was just admiring yours as well.” Smiled back the creature. Both men were stunned as it motioned for them to follow it. When they were dropped off Meep (yes that was its name) made an odd request before leaving.

“May I ask what you two call yourselves.” Which was odd because a few light years ago they had already introduced themselves.

“Dakota and Cavendish.” Vinnie reiterated pointing at the both of them. The aliens nodded taking note down on a tablet looking object with a glowing pen. Eventually, they were dropped off at the P.I.G without fanfare. It was the middle of the night with only their boss and few employees still working.

“Good to see you boys back.” Mr. Block smiled his usual grin. Vinnie rested a hand on Balthazar’s arm for support as they walked down the ramp. Meep walked on ahead to speak directly to their boss. He held out the tablet for Block to sign with the glowing pen. As the two humans passed by he wished them the best of luck and he was looking forward to hearing from them again.

“Again?” Mr. Block asked his smile fading just a hair.

“On the broadcast.” Meep stated. When met with confusion he clarified, “Your new group ‘Dakota and Cavendish’. I am looking forward to hearing more songs from them. GOODBYE FOR NOW!” Exclaimed the alien trying to have a dramatic exit. Vinnie and Balthazar starred up where the space ship disappeared at pondering over the alien’s parting words.

“How would you boys like to be pop stars?” Their boss asked with the same casual tone as if he was ordering lunch.

#milo murphy's law #vinnie dakota #balthazar cavendish #dakavendish

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CHAPTER FIVE.

JTRM — THE “R” STANDS FOR RECOVERING!

PREVIOUSLY.

godDAMN this chapter is long... 5k words of emotions and long-winded talking from one sad, sad maniac

Devi growled at the canvas in front of her, bitter that the eyes of her newest subject look an awful lot like the eyes of the wretched man that had filled her thoughts with venom the past week or so. She devoted her time since their fight to some personal pieces, with Sickness’s little outburst at the forefront of her worries, but it brought her little comfort to vent her frustration through painting. The idea of ripping Johnny’s head clean off of his shoulders was much more appealing, even if that urge might be from some hideous demon trying to coerce her into becoming then city’s next mass murderer.

She brought a finger up to the tacky paint on her canvas, and pressed her nail harshly into her subject’s eye, scraping the pupil away with one forceful drag downwards. The acrylic caking under her nail was not as satisfying as she had hoped, and Devi made her way to the kitchen sink to wash her hands.

As time passed between her petrifying new encounter with Johnny and the present, she hoped that her white-hot revulsion for his very being would have settled some, but it hadn’t. Her rage persisted, mostly because she was hideously mad that she felt genuine disappointment about his sudden switch. She felt like such an ugly fool for even halfway believing his lies; all his spout about loyalty – he had nothing of the sort! It just added to the mountain of evidence that told her she should always listen to her intuition when it came to these things.

But that changed nothing about the fact that Johnny needed to be managed, especially now that he was upset again. There was no way he was using the creative centers of his brainmeats for anything productive, so the possibility that he was decaying rapidly was very high.

Devi sighed and turned the water off. Tenna was coming over to force her to eat food tonight, so that would be as good a time as any to talk out her options and decide what the Hell she was going to do about Johnny.

DINNER:

Tenna waved her fork at Devi while she spoke, little bits of Korean barbeque flicking out of her mouth as she did.

“So have you officially called off this Johnny business, then?”

“No.” Devi sighed, poking at her dinner with little interest.

“And why not?” Tenna asked with a skeptical look. Devi sighed again.

“I just… can’t. I don’t see another option for this. Well, besides murder I mean.” She flipped the same piece of meat over for the fifth time. “And I’m not going to murder him, no matter how badly I’d love to dig my fingers into the sides of his head and rip his fucking face off.”

Tenna reared back to laugh at the image, only to choke and sputter rice everywhere.

“HAK—HAK! Ah, it is funny.” She wiped her eyes. “He’s lucky you’re not as ‘sick’ as he is.”

“Yes.” Devi glowered down at nothing. “He is.”

“Aww, don’t be all murder-y and mad, Devi! You beat his ass, again! That feels good, right?”

“I wish that I’d punching him in the nose like before, then maybe I’d feel better.” Her lip twitched at her lie. Her hands still felt shaky remembering the pure adrenaline pumping through her when she realized he was attacking her – it was a horrible, buzzy feeling, and it made her stomach upset to know she was afraid of him then, even if she was too pumped up to realize it at the time. It only reminded her of how badly shaken she was the first time she escaped death at his hands, and being victimized like that pissed her off more than anything.

“DAMN him!” Devi tossed her fork down with bared teeth. “I bet he’s sitting around, thinking of ways to piss me off. Plotting the next way he’s gunna FUCK WITH ME!”

ELSEWHERE:

Johnny laid across his couch, as he had for days now, more forlorn than he had been in a very long time. The frenzied sobbing and screams of self-loathing and self-pity had died the night he returned home from Devi’s; all he could manage as it was now was sprawling pathetically on his belly and wishing he was dead.

He could not believe how fucking stupid he was. How could he have tried to attack Devi, the one who had so kindly removed him of his literal demons, simply because his pride was hurt by her words. If he could go back, Johnny would let her rip his ego apart – he would sit and listen to any violent words she had for him and feel his worth burn away and crumble into nothingness, because if the words were coming from her, he most certainly deserved them. He definitely felt strongly that he did now, after betraying her compassion as he did. Again.

His arms contorted around his head so his fingers could scrape at the back of his skull as another bitter tear fought its way out of his eye. He could hardly believe he had any water left in him. The tear wormed its way down the hook of Johnny’s nose, stilling for just a moment on its pointed end before dripping onto the worn fabric of the sofa.

“Oh, Devi.” Johnny muttered pitifully, and twisted his head further into his bicep.

“It pains me to see you like this Johnny, but your pain is not without meaning. Let it course through you, feel the passions of heartache!” Reverend Meat spoke as he appeared suddenly on a side table. Johnny snarled bitterly.

“The is NOTHING passionate about this pain!” He retorted with all the emotion left in him. “I am hollowed again – my cavernous chest whistles with ghoulish EMPTINESS! You idiot, if your plan was to fill me with any wanton feelings and superfluous desire, you have failed utterly! I’ve never been more motivated to carve out any humanity I have left and live as a needless husk forever.”

As that breath left him, Johnny felt his body wheeze flat, like a deflating balloon, and he allowed his woefulness to consume him again. He laid unmoving in his anguish, taking no satisfaction in Meat’s silence after his outburst. Meat did not seem bothered.

DEVI’S APARTMENT:

Tenna had taken up eating most of Devi’s food after finishing her own, and chewed away while she watched her friend walk around her apartment grumbling and thinking aloud.

“Why do I have to be stuck with this fucking… God dammit…!” Devi mumbled sporadically. Tenna frowned, her friend’s sanity again a notable concern.

“Ughhh, I fucking hate this!” Devi’s voice pitched up suddenly, only to tapper off into groaning again. “I don’t even want to see him. I hate him so much right now.”

“You don’t have to—” Tenna started, but stopped when Devi turned to look at her with a mixture of annoyance and despair.

“Tenna, you know I have to. I have to persevere with this stupid… thing.” She snorted a sigh through her nose. “I think I can still… I don’t know. Control him? I let my guard down, something I should never do. I can’t let myself get comfortable – this is work.”

“You do know that you, in fact, work too much, right?”

“Don’t start.” Devi pointed at her. “And if it makes you any happier, after Johnny’s ‘better’ I’ll be working a perfectly normal amount.”

“Yay!” Tenna grinned. “How long will that take, you think?”

Devi’s eyes darkened at the abysmal concept of time. With as many setbacks as she had had thus far, it could be months and months before Johnny might have a decent grasp on his sanity, and even then, he’s so incompetent that she might need to keep checking in on him long after that. Years, even.

“That’s not a good face.” Tenna commented, and Devi grunted at the floor again.

“A WHILE.” Devi answered finally, before stalking to the kitchen to get the wireless receiver for her house phone. She preferred her headset, usually, but right now gripping something in her fist was all that she could do to keep her anger from exploding out of her in curse words and banshee screams. Devi returned to the couch to sit in a bitter slouch.

“I think…” She hesitated. “I think I’m going to… call him.”

The women exchanged uneasy glances, both aware of what happened the last time Devi placed a phone call to the C. residence. Neither had the gall to say as much, though. With only an uncomfortable stare as response from her companion, Devi turned her attention back to the phone and punched in the number that she hated to admit she had memorized.

MEANWHILE:

Johnny had not moved beyond adjusting his laying position from his stomach onto his side. He stared apathetically at the unplugged television set on the opposite wall, listening to the creaking of his dilapidated house and any sounds outside as a source of audio for the static he was imagining on the screen. Or maybe his vision was getting spotty, he wasn’t sure.

Emotions were so exhausting to deal with, and while he hadn’t slept in months, bawling his lungs out always made him more tired than anything else could. Johnny had fought the urge to let his body completely rest since he’d collapsed on the couch days ago, but it seemed like he was finally loosing that internal battle. Sleep was consuming his body whole; from his torso all the way out to the ends of his fingers, his worthless machine felt tired, tired, tired.

A few slow blinks eased his mind closer to unconsciousness, but just as his eyelids settled closed, an abrupt Ringgg! stirred his brain back to life. The exhaustion he felt just a second prior drained out of him like gunky water as he realized the sound he was hearing was his telephone.

Johnny sat up and stared at where the phone sat on the other side of the room, and through his surprise managed to chastise himself for having even an inkling of hope that it might be her. Why on Earth would she call him? No, there was just no possible way that it would be Devi.

As he crossed the room, he convinced himself that the wobbling feeling in his legs was a result of not standing for a long time, and not nervousness. The phone seemed impatient, its shrill chiming coming off as more aggressive the longer that Johnny did not answer the call. He stood, heels together, watching the receiver rattle on its perch with growing anxiety.

Despite his quick dismissals over the identity of the caller being Devi, he could not imagine who else would be calling him. And to add to that, if it really was Devi, did he have anything he could say that could remedy the massive divide between them that he had only served to widen with his careless behavior? He doubted so.

Still, he picked up the phone and held it to his ear.

“…Hello?”

Johnny could not see the relief on the caller’s face that his ‘hello’ was not followed by a gunshot and screaming.

“…Hi.” Devi spoke finally. Johnny’s eyes grew large as her voice reached him, and his throat closed up from dread. Whatever she had to say to him, he had little doubt that it was anything less than malicious, and he couldn’t bear to hear her say that she never wanted to see him again, or to go jump off a bridge – he might actually do just that, in fact, if she told him to. But his fear restrained him from speaking or hanging up, leaving him the only option of standing there wordlessly.

Devi scowled the longer the silence stretched on.

“Are you there, Johnny?” She gnashed, and Johnny’s spine straightened from the impatience in her voice that only thinly covered the anger hiding beneath it.

“Yes.” He replied quickly, then allowed the call to go quiet again. He could hear a sigh growl out from Devi’s throat.

“Listen,” Devi kept her anger at a simmer. “I am going to give you one fucking chance to talk to me about what… happened. Are you willing to do that?”

Johnny sucked in a breath. He was in disbelief – could he really be so fortunate as to be offered such an opportunity? He never had such luck!

“Y-Yes!” He exclaimed. “Yes, I, I would like to do that very much.”

“Good.” Devi wanted to keep this short, lest she explode.

“I am going to be… at the convenience store, near Dragon’s Books. You remember the one?” She asked, and Johnny hurriedly affirmed. She hesitated a moment, doubting whether she had the stomach to do this, but reassured herself for the umpteenth time that she did. “Oh-kay. I will be there at 9:00PM. Do not be late.”

She said it like it was more of a threat than a request, but Johnny didn’t care. Through his immense fear he was elated – Devi still wanted to meet with him! Even if it might just be a rouse to lure him out so she could beat him to death in an alley, he would eagerly go.

“I’ll… see you there!” Johnny nearly gasped. Devi’s lip curled bitterly.

“…Yeah. I’ll see you there.” She parroted back to him, then hung up.

The dial tone finalized the deal for both of them. Each looked to their respective clocks, and winced that 9:00PM was only two short hours away.

8:45PM:

Devi crushed another handful of chips between her teeth, demanding that her body emit the kind of grim energy that repelled weaker-willed humans away from her in uneasy terror. Her back pushed discontentedly against the bricked wall of the Grab n’ Go, where she stood in the shadow that its fluorescent sign cast against the corner of the building.

She ignored any anxiety that she felt from the idea of seeing Johnny again, and focused instead on feeding her vindictive anger – if she was mad, than she couldn’t be afraid, pure and simple. And he wasn’t something to be scared of if she was expecting him to do something stupid and violent, anyway. He wouldn’t catch her lowering her guard again, that was for sure.

The coughing of a neglected engine caught her attention, and she watched a small grey car turn into the parking lot, its round headlights scanning across the ashfalt like a pair of shifting eyes. Devi frowned, vaguely recognizing it as Johnny’s car. The vehicle stopped abruptly, as if it noticed her, then quickly turned into the parking space at the very end of the store’s front, the spot closest to her. As the headlights died, Devi’s suspicions were confirmed. Johnny’s blackened figure stared back at her a moment with a mixture of longing and hesitation, before he began fumbling with his car door.

Johnny stepped out and clicked his door shut, then turned to the woman on the curb glaring at him. All he could do was stand there lamely.

Maybe saying that he would ‘eagerly’ meet her was a step without forethought. While he was certainly eager, he was also immensely frightened of her and her ability to remove herself from his life if he said the wrong thing – and he wasn’t exactly known for saying the right thing.

He intertwined his fingers behind his back, then thought better of it, not wanting Devi to think he was hiding a weapon, and moved his hands back to his sides, choosing to pick at the fraying seams of his pants to calm him instead. Johnny reminded himself that it was Devi that had suggested this encounter, and tried to ride that wave of assurance, along with all the courage that he could muster, as he walked to meet her. He stopped a few feet in front of her and waited a moment before speaking.

“Hello, Devi.”

Devi didn’t reply, and only continued glaring at him. Her eyes fell to the pavement, tired of looking at him, and focused on the cracks that spread underneath her boots instead. Johnny shrunk slightly, but tried to take some solace in the fact that she hadn’t screamed at him. He stepped around to her side, and leaned up against the wall with her, leaving a respectable distance between them. After a tense few moments, Devi could no longer keep herself from saying something.

“I can’t believe you fucking did that.” Devi fumed quietly. Johnny sunk his head low into his collar, too afraid to reply.

The silence persisted after her comment, and Johnny could only guess what she was thinking. He had been so excited to see her again, but he also knew that Devi’s desire to see him was self-preservative in nature. His life posed an immediate risk to her own, so of course she would want to see him, want to know what he’s doing. He desperately wanted to say something to ease her concerns, anything that could garner some of her trust back, but he knew that whatever he said would come off as superficial and empty to Devi’s jagged and hard-to-impress nature. Not that he could blame her, he would surely think the same.

Idly, Johnny dragged the side his boot on the sidewalk, letting the faint sound of scratching metal lull him into his mind. It wasn’t exactly the safest place to be, but he needed to think over his words carefully for such a delicate situation. Words like “sorry” and “regret” and “remorse” all sounded so pathetically small in the face of his violent actions, and would likely only anger his companion further.

Devi’s breath seemed more labored suddenly, and Johnny stopped his movements, fearful that he was aggravating her by making any sound at all. He hesitantly lifted his gaze up to her face, and was relieved that she was looking at a far-off dumpster instead of pointing her icy eyes at him. Even if they weren’t directed at him, Johnny couldn’t help staring at her green irises, having to strain with all his might to see their color in the shadowed area of the parking lot.

He watched her pupils narrow and twitch in response to the thoughts in her head, and the strength that flickered in them made his chest tighten. While he couldn’t boast that he ever knew exactly what she was thinking even when they were friends, he had loved seeing the attitude that swirled in her bright eyes. Whether it was a level of annoyance, or anger, or excitement, or mischievousness, it never mattered; the fire behind that glint was always the same, and it always made him feel the same, too. Even now, when the white-hot anger cradled inside them was reserved for him, he could only feel adoration.

Johnny dropped his focus to his shoes again with a painfully quiet sigh. Devi was always full of such beautiful, vibrant life, and he couldn’t believe that he would be so selfish as to try and extinguish it not once, but twice. With that thought, his mind wandered to the memories of their half-wonderful, half-horrible date, and his heart squeezed and expanded with the intense emotion that he had failed so miserably at removing from his body.

As he navigated all of the feelings he recalled from that time, his thoughts began pouring from his mouth absentmindedly.

“The… morning after our failed outing…” He murmured, gathering Devi’s attention without notice. “I woke up, surrounded by blood and glass. My memory was very foggy, but I did remember that I tried to attack you…”

Devi frowned, irritated that he would bring up that night, but couldn’t interject before Johnny continued.

“I’ve never been so afraid. I was so terrified that I’d killed you, or horribly wounded you. I ran to the TV room, and the front door was wide open, and I could see your car was gone.” He hesitated a moment, his voice threatening to hitch.

“I felt such overwhelming relief. You were safe – alive. None of the blood on me was anyone’s but my own. But the relief was fleeting… I was consumed with unimaginable sorrow as I stood there. Your car was gone – you were gone. Everything that was between us before, was gone too.”

The confession surprised Devi, to a degree, and she remained quiet, curious to see where he was going with this particular tangent.

“Surely you hated me.” Johnny nodded his head in her direction, fully aware that he was speaking to her now. “How could you not hate me? And that had been what I wanted so badly to stop from happening… I never wanted there to be a time I could look back on, and know without a doubt you were upset with me, or I was upset with you. I never wanted your anger or sadness directed at me. I never wanted to know with absolute certainty that there was ill-will from you to I, or vice versa.”

Johnny swallowed. He was nervous to attempt this explanation again, seeing as his lengthy talking had pissed Devi off often in the past.

“You see… the idea was that… if I killed you then, that your affection would always be there for me. That the happiness we both felt in that moment would never be tainted with petty fighting – your smile, your laugh, your warmth, all of that would be mine to look back on and remember that joy can really be holistic. That the happiness you gave me will always be untouched by ugly feelings, like betrayal or grief or rage.”

His body tightened, every nerve ending he had aware of the furious stare Devi was burying into his temple. Ignoring his heart’s frantic palpitations, he pushed on, begging that his remorse would be enough to calm her rage.

“But now… I’m so grateful that you are alive to hate me.” The sentence alone was enough to confuse Devi out of her raw anger, and Johnny felt himself relax enough to feel his anguish properly.

“Even if my memories of you now are so bittersweet; all the times you smiled at me and the talks we shared, yes, they are quickly followed by the pain I feel knowing that you despise me… but I would bear this agony for an eternity if it meant that you would still be alive. Regardless of your feelings for me, you are still the person I admire and respect most of all, you know. The painful reminders that your tenderness for me is long departed doesn’t, and cannot, change that, and I’ve learned that because of you and your insistence to live – live regardless of what anyone else has to say about it!”

He calmed himself a moment, still cautious about expressing himself too wildly tonight.

“My actions before… they were selfish. So selfish – I knew that, and I didn’t care. But I think now, that while I knew that, I don’t think I understood it, until I had to live with the fact that you loathe my very existence.”

Johnny finally garnered the courage to look Devi in the eyes, and he didn’t allow himself even a second to digest the intimidation he felt from the act, instead demanding that he continue his apology before he lost the words again.

“You are such a strong person, Devi. Your love and hate burn with such an intensity, I can only be envious of it. You are rigid in your passions – your work motivates you, and in turn your steadfastness protected your work. You are the perfect example of what I can only piss and cry about wanting to be.”

“And no pain in this world could be worse than the idea that you would cease to exist. No glass impeded in my face, no bullets through my skull, could ever possibly hurt more than the mere concept that you could be gone.”

“I am very limited in facets when it comes to stubbornness like yours, but one thing I’m sure of, is that I’d vehemently agree to continuously fail, continuously hurt, forever, if it meant that you are alive, Devi. When you look at me, and I can see the energy and emotion and life flaring inside of your eyes, I am reminded of my biggest failures – the worst of my mistakes, the biggest slips of foresight – and it brings me such an intense feeling of relief. It makes not sense, and yet, it makes more sense than anything on Earth!! Failure should make you feel bad, but when the result is you being unharmed, I am happy!”

Johnny could feel that he was starting to monologue uncontrollably, and had to literally clench his jaw shut to stop the rantings from growing louder and more crazed. Devi was still staring at him, and he couldn’t read her expression aside from the fact that she wasn’t mad. This was as good a time as any to apologize, he supposed.

“…I know forgiveness is about as likely as it’s always been, but I still want to say that I’m very sorry for trying to stab you with a pen. You see now why I was so insistent on voiding myself of all feelings. I’m still too selfish, and I still lose myself in my anger more than I would like to admit… I was so foolish; I had started fantasizing that, maybe, we could be friends again. I knew it was very unlikely, but I still let myself get carried off in the daydream that you might still, I don’t know, enjoy my company… Hearing the facts about our er, relationship, just upset me. N-Not that I blame you for that, of course, it’s just that I’m so… well you know, not good with— ugh, I am bad at explaining.”

Johnny slumped against the wall. Despite the exhaustion he felt from releasing so many feel-y words at once, it did feel sort-of good at the same time. Much more satisfying for the soul than his ill-fated phone call apology months back. Devi watched him until she was sure he was done talking, then crossed her arms and leaned back more comfortably while she debated how to respond.

She wasn’t really expecting anything articulate from him, and had, in fact, intended to shut him down if he dared to try spewing more of his fake-wisdom bullshit about feelings and human nature, but this time it felt… kind of genuine. Kind of. She wasn’t going to give him too much credit.

“And um,” Johnny mumbled. “I forgot to say, uh, I’m very grateful that you would meet with me tonight… I didn’t expect you to offer me the chance to speak, either, so…”

Devi rolled her eyes with a hint of amusement in her exacerbation.

“Oh, can it already, would you?” She turned to him, and Johnny immediately quieted himself, though more do to the fact that Devi’s voice had since softened from the last time she spoke.

Devi observed his unassuming and nervous posture, and instead of again feeling rage that he would try to appear meek, felt some level of pride that he truly was so intimidated by her. She had insistently told herself that, when it came to Johnny, the power imbalance was in her favor, but after his little confession, she was more secure in that belief. It did make her feel slightly at ease, though she refused to lower her guard all the same. Even if he didn’t mean to hurt her, he still tried to, after all. It might even be worse that his violent outbursts are triggered by his feelings, regardless of if he actually wants the bloody, end result or not – but that was just something to file away as an important note, and didn’t change the fact that he would be coming back to her apartment again.

She uncrossed one of her arms and offered him her bag of chips, almost nonchalantly. Johnny blinked in surprise at the gesture, and flickered his eyes between her and the bag hesitantly a few times before sticking his hand inside and taking a palmful of chips out. Part of him imagined that she had set a mousetrap inside to snap on his fingers, or something.

“Well,” Devi sighed to the sky while he munched away. “you ready to pick up where we left off?”

Johnny stopped mid-chew, staring at her in shock. He swallowed quickly.

“Wh—r-really??” He asked. “You would really want to, to continue mentoring me??”

Devi smiled smugly.

“If I’m supposed to believe what you’re saying, than your emotions are so intense that even when you respect someone, you can’t stop yourself from resorting to violence if they upset you. Your ‘fight or flight’ instinct is too much for you to control, as it is now.” She tilted her head to him. “Which means we’ve got a lot of work to do.”

Johnny smiled, smothering the remaining chips in his hand unintentionally, as his fist tightened against his chest with elation. He could barely absorb her words with his brain buzzing the way it was, but he nodded madly all the same,

“Yes! Yes, I’m ready!” He grinned. “Can we go now?”

Devi’s mouth slanted, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“What?” She asked. “No, not tonight, you nutcase.”

“Why not??” He pushed, smile still sprawled up to his cheeks. “We could go, and keep it short—!”

“HEY.” Devi huffed, sticking a finger aggressively between his eyes. Johnny’s mouth shut, his eyes crossed to stare at her pointed nail hovering just over the bend of his nose, only uncrossing when she spoke again.

“I’m going to be way harder on you now, so don’t get all comfy on me, Johnny.” She retracted her hand, then offered another slit of a smile. “And I need a night to sleep on your stupid-ass apology before I even think of helping you along. Just, come over tomorrow night, ‘kay?”

Even with all the insults, Johnny couldn’t stop his smile from bursting back to life.

“Okay!” He beamed. “Okay, I will see you tomorrow night! 6:00PM, yes?”

“Yes.” Devi groaned, shaking her head with the faint remnants of a smile, and returned to her car. She needed a fucking nap. Johnny finally unfurled his fist, shoving the remaining chip crumbs into his mouth and waving goodbye to her enthusiastically as she drove off.

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Insatiable

Teen Wolf Rewrite

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Warnings: Ages 16+, swearing, violence, character death, nonconsensual touching,

Words: 6635

A/N: I always ball like a little baby when watching this episode. Please reblog so that others can enjoy my content. Until next time. Xx.

Masterlist located in bio!

3RD Person

A bright light shined into Stiles’ eye, moving side-to-side as Melissa checked to see if his pupils were dilating correctly. Stiles pensively stared at the ceiling over Scott’s bed as she clicked the power button on the penlight and set it down on the bedside table. Hearing Melissa’s shaky exhale, Stiles looked at her to see if anything was wrong.

He tapped his fingers anxiously against his stomach as Melissa looked at him with worried eyes. She reached up and paused, hesitating to take his pulse. Stiles pressed his lips together in understanding and raised his wrist, offering it to his best friend’s mother.

The exam was tedious, but unfortunately necessary. Stiles just wanted to get it all over with—the exam and confronting the Oni. He wanted to see if he was the one controlling his body and not the Nogitsune. The quicker it was done, the sooner they could start looking for Y/N.

Melissa took Stiles’ wrist and checked his pulse, glancing at her wristwatch at the same time. After a minute, she carefully released Stiles’ wrist and set it back on his stomach.

“Well,” she said quietly. “Medically, you seem okay. You’re definitely a real person.”

“Okay, so I’m real, but am I really me?” Stiles asked softly, glancing at Melissa and nervously exhaling through his nose.

Scott and Lydia walked into Scott’s bedroom then, causing Stiles to sit up. He looked at them expectantly.

“Is she here?” He asked them.

Scott nodded slowly. “Yeah.”

“Okay,” Stiles said determinately. “Let’s do this.”

Melissa, Scott, and Lydia all exchanged loaded looks, showing their hesitation. Stiles caught it and shook his head. “Guys, we have to do this.”

Scott reluctantly nodded and walked over to the bed, helping Stiles into a standing position. Too weak to walk on his own, Stiles stumbled downstairs, his arm over Scott’s shoulder and half his weight leaning against the alpha werewolf. Melissa and Lydia followed after them, entering the living room.

Mrs. Yukimura stood at the other side of the living room, staring intently at Stiles, her hands shoved into the pockets of her black trench coat. Scott, Stiles, Lydia, and Melissa paused, all of them looking apprehensive.

“Do you recognize me, hmm?” Mrs. Yukimura asked Stiles.

Stiles nodded and pulled away from Scott’s grasp. He started forward toward Mrs. Yukimura but paused when the front door opened and slammed shut. Kira ran into the living room, looking frantic.

“Stop!” She begged, looking around worriedly.

“It’s okay,” Stiles assured her, stepping closer. “I’m the one who asked her to come.”

“You’re the one who’s going to get stabbed with swords,” Kira retorted, eyes wide. She looked at her mother. “Mom, don’t do this to him.”

“It’s already done,” Mrs. Yukimura stated, looking behind Stiles and at the figure that appeared from the shadows.

Stiles followed her gaze and saw an Oni standing behind him, looking at him menacingly. Melissa’s gasp alerted him to the fact that another Oni appeared, this time right by his side.

Before Stiles could even move, one of the Oni grabbed him, holding his arms back and making sure that he wouldn’t move. The other Oni stepped forward in front of Stiles and grabbed his ear. Stiles’ breaths were shaky as he looked into the Oni’s lightning-bug eyes.

There was a burning sensation from behind his ear and he felt his knees go weak. He collapsed as the two Oni disappeared back into the shadows.

“Look behind his ear,” Mrs. Yukimura prompted her daughter.

Kira nodded and she, along with Scott, Lydia, and Melissa, rushed to Stiles and knelt on the floor around him. Scott grabbed Stiles’ shoulders and turned him some, checking the pale skin behind his ear.

“It worked,” Scott sighed in relief, studying the dark backward five that represented that Stiles was himself.

“So, I’m actually me?” Stiles asked Mrs. Yukimura, grabbing Scott’s awaiting hand, getting to his feet.

“More you than the Nogitsune,” Mrs. Yukimura confirmed with a slight nod.

Stiles inhaled deeply, a small part of his worries going away. The rest of them stayed at the forefront of his mind. There was the fact that the Nogitsune was still out there, using his body as a vessel and of course the fact that Y/N was with him.

Stiles had seen the Nogitsune’s little fascination with Y/N and he really didn’t like it. It was dangerous for Y/N to be alone with him—who knows what the Nogitsune would do? Stiles was worried about the safety of his soulmate, both physically and mentally.

“Can the Oni find him?” Stiles asked through gritted teeth, a small bit of anger blossoming in his chest.

“Tomorrow night,” Mrs. Yukimura told him, looking out the window. “It’s too close to dawn now.”

Stiles clenched his jaw angrily—that wasn’t good enough. Y/N was out there with the Nogitsune and there wouldn’t be a chance to kill him until the sun set later in the day? There was too much time before then. Anything could’ve happened to Y/N in that amount of time.

“Can they kill him?” Stiles asked, his voice tight with fury.

“It depends on how strong he is.”

“Okay, but what about Y/N?” Lydia spoke up, her eyebrows furrowed. “Why would he take her?”

“He could have taken her for an advantage,” Mrs. Yukimura suggested.

“You mean her powers?” Scott wondered.

Mrs. Yukimura nodded. “The power of a Scryer-banshee.”

Y/N

Another scream erupted the stillness of the air around me, making me wince and look around. The tunnel I was hidden in was dark, damp, and smelt horrible, but it wasn’t those things that made it unbearable. It was the screams that haunted me, echoing through my head.

There were so many of them—calling out for mercy, grunts of pain, final cries before death. It was driving me crazy, making my chest ache sharply and a dull headache begin at my temples. Something horrible had to have taken place in these tunnels—so much death and pain. How else would I be able to hear the voices?

There had to be a reason why the Nogitsune had taken me to the old Internment camp that Mrs. Yukimura used to live in. Maybe he was feeling sentimental about the good old days. Either way, I wasn’t impressed and I was being to get worried.

I sighed and stood up, leaning my head against the damp concrete wall, trying to ignore all the noises around me. To a normal human, I’m sure they wouldn’t hear anything but the slight dripping of water. But I wasn’t normal. Not by a long shot.

“Can you hear them, sweetheart?”

I jumped and turned toward the sound of Stiles’ voice, low and dark and so much different than what he usually sounded like. The Nogitsune stood a couple of feet away from me. His hands were clasped behind his back and his dark eyes were glittering with amusement as he looked down at me, a hint of a grin on his face.

“Louder than usual, isn’t it?” He continued casually, stepping closer to me.

I nodded shakily, gulping as I remembered what he did the last time I had disobeyed him. I could almost feel the sharp sting of the back of his hand against my cheek, even though it had been hours since he had slapped me.

I had been stupid and tried to contact Scott—he caught me and destroyed my phone with a clench of his fist. And then, next thing I knew, my head had snapped to the side from the force of his blow.

“Well, that’s because a lot of bad things happened down here,” The Nogitsune said, looking around with a hint of nostalgia present on his face.

His head abruptly snapped back to me, an unusual look on his face. Before I could even move, he had grabbed the tops of my arms, yanking my body to him.

“Stop,” I protested quietly, biting my lip so hard that I could taste blood.

“Shh,” He cooed, brushing a lock of wayward hair from my face. “You’re going to be a good girl, for me, aren’t you, Y/N?”

“Please, stop,” I begged, trying to pull away from me.

“You won’t want me to stop,” He said softly with a hint of menace. “Oh, you’ll want me to keep going. You’ll beg, just like you do with Stiles,” he laughed and smirked at my horrified face. “Like I said, sweetheart, we’re going to have so much fun together.”

The Nogitsune gripped my chin tightly and forced his lips upon mine, almost bruising the soft skin with his intensity. I let out a shriek, the sound muffled against his lips, bringing my hands up and pushing against his chest to try to get him off of me.

It was wrong—it was so wrong to have this monster kissing me. Even if it was Stiles’ body, this was not Stiles. And even if I hadn’t known that it wasn’t Stiles beforehand, I would tell by the way his mouth pressed against mine. He was sadistic with his movements—nipping sharply at my soft skin, forcing me against him, squeezing my arms so tight I was sure there would be bruises in the shape of his hands.

I cried out, tears falling from my eyes as he continued his assault. And that’s when I heard it.

Stiles.

I gasped at the quiet voice that practically whispered my soulmate’s name in my ear. It wasn’t Stiles’ voice, but a different one altogether. The voice was full of sorrow and foreboding and I instantly understood why I was hearing Stiles’ name.

Stiles was dying.

I hadn’t even realized that the Nogitsune had pulled away from me, studying my face with a curious glint in his eyes. “What are the voices telling you?” He asked gruffly.

I bit my swollen bottom lip and looked at him blankly, my thoughts running a hundred miles in my head. Despair crashed over me as I realized that there wasn’t anything I could do—I couldn’t get to Stiles right now and I sure as hell couldn’t keep him from dying.

More tears dripped down my cheeks as I came to a realization: I would never see Stiles again.

“Are they saying that Stiles is dying?” The Nogitsune asked knowingly. “Because he is, you know,” He grinned sadistically. “He’s dying.”

I gritted my teeth and looked at him angrily. “Then what do you need me for?” I spat. “You think I can tell you something?”

The Nogitsune laughed darkly, his eyes glinting furiously. “Oh, I know you can, sweetheart,” he said, a hard edge to his voice. He raised his hand and caressed my bruised cheek with his long index finger.

“I’m not telling you anything,” I snapped, pushing against his chest once more.

To my surprise, he let me go. I turned around frantically and took off running down the tunnel. I could hear the Nogitsune’s loud and cruel laughter and when I looked back, I saw him casually following me.

I sped up and turned a corner, only to stop when I ran into an iron gate. I shook it desperately, trying to make it unlock so I could have some space between me and the Nogitsune. My magic would have been so useful right now—if I still had it.

“You won’t have to tell me anything, sweetheart,” I could feel the Nogitsune’s breath against the back of my neck. “You’ll be screaming.”

3RD Person

Stiles shivered in his black jacket as he and Scott walked through the police station in search of his father. He had wanted to go to his father immediately after being checked by the Oni, not only because he wanted to make sure his father knew he was okay, but because he and Scott had to tell Noah about the fact that the Nogitsune had taken Y/N.

Both of the boys made their way to Noah’s office; his door was open and he was standing by his desk, mumbling about having to find his keys. Stiles smiled slightly, remembering all the times his dad would lose his keys, only to find them in his empty coffee cup.

“In your coffee cup,” Stiles spoke up. At the sound of his son’s voice, Noah quickly turned around, eyes wide. Stiles pointed to the coffee cup at the edge of Noah’s desk. “You always drop them in your empty cup.”

Noah eyed Stiles suspiciously and glanced at Scott. Scott nodded at his best friend’s father in assurance, telling him that the Nogitsune was gone from Stiles’ body. Noah rushed over to Stiles and grabbed him into a tight hug and both of the Stilinski men chuckled as they almost fell over.

“Hey, Dad,” Stiles greeted, patting Noah’s back.

Noah and Stiles separated from their hug and turned to look at Scott, who had walked further into Noah’s office.

“Is it over?” Noah asked the two best friends.

Scott sighed and looked down at the empty coffee cup on Noah’s desk. He reached down and plucked his set of keys from the cup before answering, “Not yet.”

Noah furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Stiles and Scott explained what had been going on all day; about Lydia, Aiden, and Y/N finding Stiles’ body, Scott and Y/N going into Stiles’ mind and exorcising the Nogitsune from him, and how the Nogitsune had taken Y/N and they currently didn’t know where she was.

As they were talking, Noah’s face contorted into an expression that was both pained and angry. He cursed lowly and started toward the door, ready to tell Parrish to get looking for Y/N. As he touched the doorknob, Scott’s phone buzzed with a text message.

“Wait!” Scott said, his eyes widening as he read the message from Lydia. “Maybe you should look for Lydia, too.”

“What do you mean?” Stiles wondered, confused.

“She sent me a text message,” Scott answered, his heart pounding rapidly. “It says, ‘I found Y/N. Don’t look for us.’”

Stiles let out an aggravated sigh. He was concerned for Lydia, but he didn’t understand why she wouldn’t let them know where Y/N was. Why couldn’t she just tell them so they could go and rescue Y/N—that way Lydia didn’t even need to be missing.

Noah left the office to talk to Parrish and only came back after ten minutes.

“We have two APBs out for Lydia and Y/N,” He told his son and Scott. “Every unit on the road is looking for them.”

“Isn’t there anything else that we could do?” Scott wondered nervously.

“At this hour? No, not really,” Noah replied reluctantly.

“He took them for a reason, Dad,” Stiles informed his father. “Look, if we can figure out the why then we’ll figure out the where.”

“Okay,” Noah looked behind him to see if Parrish was listening to their conversation. “What would a Nogitsune need with two Banshees?”

“I don’t know,” Stiles shook his head, clueless. “They’re both pretty good at finding dead bodies and Y/N is a Scryer, too, right? So maybe he needs to find a dead body or have Y/N keep an eye on something…”

Scott cocked his head thoughtfully at Stiles’ suggestion.

“Scott,” Noah said, catching the alpha’s attention. “You know more about this than all of us.”

“Me?” Scott said in disbelief.

“You said you got the whole story from Noshiko,” Noah reminded him.

“Yeah, but that happened during World War II,” Scott said. “Like seventy years ago.”

Stiles pursed his lips thoughtfully as he stared blankly ahead of him. His father’s words reminded him of his time in Eichen House, when he overheard Meredith talking to herself on the phone, something about knowing the whole story.

“Wait,” He said, interrupting Noah and Scott’s conversation. “What did you say?”

“Noshiko told me about the internment camp—”

“No,” Stiles cut off Scott. “Before that. You said the whole story.”

“Yeah,” Scott nodded. “What is it?”

“There’s a girl at Eichen House,” Stiles informed Scott and Noah. “Her name’s Meredith. I think she might be able to help.”

Noah quickly told Parrish to call Eichen House and while the deputy talked to the receptionist of the mental institution, Noah, Scott, and Stiles waited anxiously. A couple of moments later, Parrish walked into the office.

“Sheriff, Meredith Walker,” Parrish informed the group hovering around Noah’s desk.

“She’s still there?” Noah wondered.

“Yeah, but they moved her to the Closed Unit,” Parrish explained.

“Why?”

“They said behavioral issues,” Parrish answered Stiles.

“What issues?” Stiles asked, furrowing his eyebrows.

“She wouldn’t stop screaming.”

Scott and Stiles looked at each other, thinking the same thing: this had to be connected.

Stiles gasped heavily as he woke from his nap, standing up from his place on Scott’s couch. His body ached horribly and he stumbled a few steps forward, exhausted. Scott, hearing Stiles from the kitchen, rushed toward his best friend and grabbed his arms, steadying him.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asked Stiles urgently.

“What happened?” Stiles asked breathlessly. “How long was I out?”

“Just a couple hours,” Scott answered him. He gestured toward the couch and added, “You should sit down.”

Stiles shook his head and took a deep breath. “Where’s my Dad?”

“He’s at Eichen House, questioning everyone and looking for Meredith,” Scott reminded Stiles. “I promised him I wouldn’t let you out of my sight.”

“Okay,” Stiles nodded, still gasping for breath. “What about the others?”

“Allison, Isaac, the Twins, and Derek are all looking for Lydia and Y/N,” Scott replied, trying to calm his best friend down.

Stiles shook his head frantically. “It’s starting to feel like we’re waiting for a ransom call,” He admitted shakily. “Scott, what if—”

“We’ll find Y/N and Lydia,” Scott assured Stiles.

Stiles inhaled deeply and shivered, once again freezing. He looked around and grabbed his black jacket, shrugging it on with quick and jerky movements.

“Are you all right?” Scott wondered, looking at Stiles closely.

“Yeah,” Stiles nodded as he fixed his jacket collar, his voice shaky from the chills racking his body. “I don’t know why I just can’t seem to get w-warm.”

“Maybe you should sit down and take it easy,” Scott suggested, grabbing Stiles’ hand. Black veins appeared on his hand as he subconsciously took some of Stiles’ pain. He looked at his best friend with wide eyes. “You’re in pain.”

“It’s not that bad,” Stiles told Scott, the lie slipping easily from his tongue. “Just more like a dull ache.”

“Where?”

“Sort of everywhere,” Stiles reluctantly answered.

Scott narrowed his eyes and grabbed Stiles’ hand, gasping at the chilly feel of his skin. Stiles ripped his hand from Scott’s and sat down on the couch, covering his mouth with his hands.

“Dude, you’re freezing,” Scott pointed out. When Stiles didn’t answer, Scott crouched down in front of him, looking at him with serious eyes. “Tell me the truth. How much does it really hurt?”

Stiles shook his head, not wanting Scott to worry about him. They needed to project all of their focus on finding Y/N and Lydia…the main goal was to find them.

Scott’s phone vibrated in his pocket before he had the chance to bug Stiles further. He quickly grabbed it and looked at the Caller ID. “It’s Kira,” he told Stiles. Stiles gestured for Scott to take the call. “Hey, what’s up?”

“She’s here. In Coach’s class,” Kira answered. “And you need to get here now too. Like, right now.”

Y/N

“Look who’s here, sweetheart,” The Nogitsune called from behind me, catching my attention.

I turned to see what he was talking about and gasped when I saw Lydia’s tear-streaked face as she was shoved toward me by the Nogitsune.

“Lydia!” I breathed as she pulled me into a tight hug. “Lydia, what are you doing here?”

“I-I just—I knew where you were,” She explained quickly. “And I have a bad, bad feeling, Y/N. Do you feel it too?”

“Yeah,” I nodded gravely, thinking back to all the whispers I’ve been hearing. “Someone is—”

“All right, your reunion is over,” The Nogitsune interrupted me. He ripped Lydia away from me and pushed me back away from the gate that I had been standing by.

“Stop,” Lydia warned him as he jerked the gate open with his supernatural strength and pushed her into the small, circular opening. “Don’t do this!”

“You know, I didn’t really have a need for you, Lydia,” The Nogitsune said conversationally as he locked the gate back up. “But I guess two Banshees are better than one.”

“They’ll find us,” Lydia warned the Nogitsune, grabbing the iron bars of the gate and pressing her face against them. “Our friends are going to find us.”

“You think so?” The Nogitsune asked casually. “I, myself, was kind of wondering what they’re doing right now. What useless lead they’re chasing. I wonder if maybe some of them have bigger problems to deal with right now.”

I bit my lip and turned away from him, slowly making my way down the stairs in front of me. There was another gate down there, leading to a room that was similar to the one that Lydia was being held in. I gripped at the bars of the gate and pushed slightly, groaning in frustration when it didn’t budge.

“Are they really spending every minute looking for you two?” The Nogitsune went on, and I was started to see that he had followed me, sitting at the top of the stairs, looking at me with an amused expression. “Or…are they waiting for nightfall? Focused on some hopeless gesture to pass the time?”

I inhaled deeply and tried not to give into the same thinking that the Nogitsune was talking about. I didn’t know what my friends were doing, but I knew that they were looking for me and Lydia…It wasn’t in their nature to just leave us to die.

“What do you want?” I asked slowly, defeated. I turned around to look at him, my eyes stinging with unshed tears.

“More,” The Nogitsune said simply as he slowly raised from his seat on the top step.

“More what?” I wondered, eyeing him closely.

“The Trickster stories are all about food, sweetheart,” The Nogitsune started walking down the stairs, one by one, as though trying to taunt me with how slow he was going. “The Coyote, the Raven, the Fox. They’re all hungry.”

He paused for a second and I stared at him, wondering what he was going to say. It couldn’t be good, whatever it was.

“I’m the same,” he continued, stopping a few feet away from me. “I just crave something a little different.”

I closed my eyes and felt tears slipping down my cheeks.

“I eat what you feel,” I could feel the Nogitsune’s hands grip my waist tightly. I stumbled slightly as he pulled me against his body. He glided his nose the length of my jaw and kissed my ear before whispering darkly, “And I’m insatiable.”

3RD Person

Stiles and Scott quickly found Kira and Coach Finstock and the four of them followed the orderly named Brunski, who was the orderly that was in charge of Stiles when he was in Eichen House. They ended up outside of the band room and watched as Brunski threatened Meredith with his taser. They slowly slipped into the room, and as Brunski raised the taser to hit Meredith with it, Coach rushed forward and grabbed the hand that Brunski held the device with.

“This school has a very strict no-bullying policy,” Coach said sternly before shoving the taser into Brunski’s neck.

Brunski grunted in pain and fell to the floor as Scott, Stiles, and Kira rushed over to Meredith. Brunski glared up at them, contorting his lips into a snarl.

“Well?” Coach said expectantly to Scott, Stiles, and Kira. “Get her out of here!”

Stiles reached forward and grabbed Meredith’s arm. He led her out of the music room with Scott and Kira following, leaving Coach alone to deal with Brunski. The four teenagers rushed to Stiles’ Jeep.

“I’ll call you,” Kira promised Scott as he, Stiles, and Meredith entered the Jeep. Scott nodded and Kira took off back to the school.

“Okay,” Stiles said, turning around in his seat to face Meredith. “Where’s Y/N?”

“Who’s Y/N?” Meredith asked, looking very confused.

Scott and Stiles turned to each other, pursing their lips in frustration.

“Let’s just go to my house,” Scott suggested. “We can talk there.”

Stiles nodded and started the Jeep. The ride to Scott’s house was silent and more than awkward. Scott and Stiles didn’t know Meredith at all, and they found her a bit weird if they were being honest.

The group of three got out of the Jeep after Stiles parked in front of Scott’s house, and rushed to the door, quickly entering the kitchen. Scott’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of his father and Isaac, who was sitting awkwardly at the kitchen table.

“What are you doing here?” Scott asked his father harshly.

“I could ask you the same thing,” Agent McCall replied calmly, looking at the three of them curiously.

“Free period,” Scott said.

“We’re doing group study,” Stiles added.

Agent McCall nodded, clearly not believing them. He pointed at Meredith and asked, “Who’s she?”

Stiles looked back and forth between Meredith and Agent McCall before breathing deeply and wrapping his arm around Meredith’s shoulders. “She’s my girlfriend,” He replied, wincing as he was fully aware that Agent McCall knew he was dating Y/N.

Meredith looked at him, disgruntled. “You’re not my type.”

“Well, obviously we have a lot to talk about,” Stiles sighed in exasperation. Agent McCall looked at him with a deadpan expression. “We should maybe take this upstairs.”

“He’s my type,” Meredith said, glancing at an unassuming Isaac. Everyone turned to Isaac with raised eyebrows.

“Okay,” Stiles scratched his cheek awkwardly. “Isaac, you can come too.”

Meredith shot Isaac a flirty grin as he stood up from his seat. Stiles, Meredith, and Isaac filed from the room and made their way upstairs to Scott’s bedroom. Stiles immediately sat Meredith down at the foot of Scott’s bed and stared at her expectantly.

“You don’t know where Y/N and Lydia are?” Stiles asked skeptically.

“Lydia?” Meredith perked up at the girl’s name. “You mean the red-haired girl.”

“Yes! Yes! Good, progress,” Stiles cheered softly, looking quickly at Isaac before facing Meredith again. “Now, all you got to do is tell us where she and Y/N are.”

“Okay,” Meredith nodded. “If they tell me.”

Stiles pursed his lips in surprise as Isaac raised his eyebrows.

“If they tell you?” Isaac repeated. Meredith nodded slightly. “Can you ask them?”

“I already did,” Meredith admitted with a smile.

“Perfect, perfect,” Stiles said, looking at Meredith curiously. “What did they say?”

“Lydia said…” Meredith paused and both boys leaned in closer. “That they don’t want to be found.”

Stiles sighed softly and tapped his clenched fists together, trying not to get aggravated at Meredith. “That’s good too,” he said. “Okay.”

Stiles looked at Isaac and gestured over to Scott’s bathroom with his head. The werewolf silently followed the human into the bathroom and kept the door open so that they could make sure Meredith didn’t run away.

“Okay, let’s just, rough her up a bit,” Isaac quietly suggested to Stiles.

“No,” Stiles said immediately.

“I’m just saying.”

“Isaac,” Stiles sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “We’re not going to torture her.”

“I meant scare her,” Isaac clarified in a whisper.

“We’re not going to psychologically torture her either,” Stiles snapped.

“Fine,” Isaac huffed, looking at Meredith thoughtfully. “Okay, how about this? You said she hears things, right?”

“Yeah,” Stiles nodded.

“Doesn’t that mean she’s like Lydia and Y/N?” Isaac said. “A banshee?”

Stiles tilted his head and shrugged, nodding at Isaac. “It’s worth a shot.”

The two boys wandered back into Scott’s room and stood before Meredith. Stiles crouched down as Isaac bent over, placing his hands on his knees.

“Okay, Meredith, we’re gonna try something,” Stiles said to the girl in front of him. She nodded. “Okay, just try to focus on the sounds around you.”

“On what you’re hearing,” Isaac added.

“Just focus on the silence,” Stiles said sternly.

“Listen to the silence,” Isaac said, staring intently at Meredith.

“Focusing on the silence…” Stiles repeated his earlier words.

“Listening to the—"

“Okay, will you just let me handle this, Isaac? Please,” Stiles interrupted the werewolf, looking annoyed. “I just—I have more experience with banshees.”

Isaac cocked his head and retorted, “Yeah, and mental patients.”

Stiles pressed his lips together and looked at Isaac, sending daggers at the werewolf with his eyes. Before he could say anything, however, Meredith spoke up.

“Is anyone going to get that?” She asked, looking at both boys with narrowed eyes.

“Get what?” Stiles asked hesitantly.

“The phone.”

“What phone?” Stiles wondered, not understanding what Meredith meant.

Isaac perked up in realization and tapped Stiles’ shoulders. “The phone,” he said, while Meredith gestured toward Stiles’ pocket.

Stiles glanced at Meredith, who was still pointing at his pocket with an expectant expression on her face.

“Oh, the phone,” He said, pulling his phone out of his jacket pocket. “My phone? Yes,” He put the phone to his ear and kept his eyes on Meredith through his charade. “Hello? Yes, she’s actually sitting right here,” Stiles pulled the phone away from his ear and held it out toward Meredith. “It’s for you.”

Meredith gently took the phone and held it up to her left ear. She listened patiently for a couple of seconds before nodding and handing the phone back to Stiles. Stiles took the phone and stared at Meredith, waiting for an answer.

“They say Coup de foudre,” Meredith told the boys.

“Coup de what?” Stiles tried to reenact her pronunciation. He glanced at Isaac. “Is that Spanish?”

Isaac shook his head, having no idea, and glanced at Meredith.

“French,” Scott’s voice startled Isaac, Stiles, and Meredith. They all turned to see Scott standing in his doorway. “It’s French. Come on, we have to go.”

After dropping Meredith off with Stiles’ dad, Scott called Allison and told her that they knew where Lydia and Y/N were. He asked her to pick up Kira and meet them at the Oak Creek internment camp where Noshiko Yukimura was placed all those years ago. Stiles, Scott, and Isaac left the police station and got into the Jeep. Stiles pressed on the gas and started driving to the camp that was just outside of Beacon Hills.

Scott let out a deep sigh, catching Stiles’ attention. Stiles quickly looked over at his best friend and saw that Scott was staring out the windshield, looking somber and thoughtful.

“Hey, are you okay?” Stiles asked Scott.

“Yeah,” Scott nodded, looking over at Stiles. “Yeah, you don’t have to worry about me.”

“All right, I’m gonna say it,” Isaac spoke up from the backseat. “Stiles, you look like you’re dying.”

Scott looked back at Isaac in disbelief, but Isaac kept speaking.

“You’re pale, thin, and you look like you’re getting worse,” he said unapologetically. “And we’re all sitting here thinking it. When we find the other you, is he gonna look like he’s getting better?”

“What happens if he gets hurt?” Scott added curiously, looking at Stiles for an answer.

“You mean if he dies, do I die?” Stiles said before shrugging. “I don’t care. Just so long as no else dies because of me.”

“Stiles—”

“I remember everything I did, Scott,” Stiles cut Scott off. “I remember pushing that sword into you. I remember stomping on and breaking Y/N’s wrist.”

“It wasn’t you,” Scott objected.

“Yeah, but I remember it,” Stiles countered. He glanced at Scott and then at Isaac before looking back at the road. “You guys gotta promise me. You can’t let anyone else get hurt because of me.”

Scott and Isaac exchanged looks—Scott nodded at Stiles, but he didn’t agree with what his best friend was saying. Stiles was one of the most important people in his life—his brother—and he wasn’t going to let him die.

A few minutes later, Stiles pulled up right to the gates of Oak Creek, parking behind Allison’s car. Isaac, Scott, and Stiles jumped out of the vehicle and joined Allison and Kira next to the gates. Isaac immediately walked over and stood by Allison while Kira scooted closer to Scott.

The group of supernatural teenagers looked at each other, anxiety present in all of their faces. Stiles looked up at the Oak Creek sign and grimaced, hoping that they’d all make it out alive.

Scott took a deep breath, looked around at his friends, and spoke, giving them a pep talk. “We’ve done this before, guys,” he reminded them. “A couple weeks ago we were standing around just like this and we saved Malia, remember? That was a total stranger. This is Y/N and Lydia.”

“I’m here to save my best friends,” Allison spoke strongly and determinately.

“I came to save mine,” Scott glanced at Stiles.

“I just didn’t feel like doing any homework,” Isaac added with a shrug before he casually walked through the camp’s gates.

Y/N

The Nogitsune let Lydia out of her prison as the sun went down, letting both of us huddle together nervously. The bad feeling that I had earlier wasn’t going away—if my friends came to save us, one of them would die…I just didn’t know who.

“You’re nervous, aren’t you?” Lydia said suddenly, looking at the Nogitsune that stood casually by my side. “You know they’re coming. You know they’re going to kill you.”

The Nogitsune smirked, though his eyes were annoyed as he glanced at Lydia. “Well, that’s exactly why I’m keeping you two so close.”

He grabbed the gate from behind us and tore it open before shoving us into the circular, stone-walled room. After the Nogitsune entered with us, he closed the gate forcefully and looked around the room.

I watched him closely; he looked a little nervous, which was a big change from his usual confident attitude. A low whisper flitted through my brain and the voice sounded a lot like Scott’s.

“They’re here,” I breathed before looking at the Nogitsune with hard eyes. “And Lydia and I don’t need to scream to know that they’re going to kill you.”

“Good,” The Nogitsune said as he reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out what looked to be the knife Mrs. Yukimura said was her last tail that brought the Oni. “That’s exactly why I brought you, sweetheart. I needed to know when they’d be close enough. When my own death was closing in.”

The Nogitsune looked away from me as the rattling noise that usually came with the Oni echoed around the circular room. Glancing around, I noticed five Oni surrounding me, Lydia, and the Nogitsune. Lydia grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the Nogitsune, setting us behind two of the Oni.

“’Cause only when they’re close, can I do this…” The Nogitsune held up the knife and, just as the Oni approached him with their swords out, he snapped it in half.

The Oni disappeared and so did the Nogitsune, leaving Lydia and I alone.

“What just happened?” I asked Lydia breathlessly.

“I don’t know,” She replied, her voice shaky. “But it can’t be good.”

I suddenly heard loud footsteps running toward us. Lydia and I exchanged a horrified look and rushed to the gate as Stiles and Scott appeared.

“Y/N, Lydia?” Scott said, shaking the gate. “Are you guys all right?”

“No, no, no, no,” I whimpered, my eyes wide. “Why are you here?”

“Y/N, we’re here for you,” Stiles told me as Scott slowly opened the gate.

“You weren’t supposed to be here,” Lydia snapped from beside me. She looked at Scott. “You didn’t get my message?”

“Lydia, what’s happening?” Scott asked her gently.

“Who else is here?” I asked. When Scott and Stiles didn’t answer, I spoke louder. “Who came with you? Who else is here?”

“We have to go,” Lydia urged strongly. “We have to go, now!”

Scott obviously recognized why we were so being so pushy. He turned around and started running as fast as he could down the dark tunnel. Lydia, Stiles, and I followed as fast as we could.

Halfway through the tunnel, I slipped and fell, landing on the wet floor with a loud thump. Stiles and Lydia instantly turned back.

“Lydia, go!” Stiles waved her away urgently. “I’ve got her. Go!”

Lydia nodded and gave me one last look before taking off again. As Stiles approached me, my eyesight went blurry until I was no longer in the tunnel with Stiles at all.

One of the Oni whipped his sword around at Isaac, aiming to injure the beta werewolf. Isaac jerked back, away from the sword and threw his arm forward, trying to stab the Oni with his claws. The Oni reached for Isaac and pushed at his chest, making him fall against a pile of wooden boxes.

The Oni went to whack Isaac with his sword and was about to succeed, when Allison rushed forward and held up her bow, connecting it with the sword and preventing Isaac from getting injured. Allison turned the bow to the side, bringing the Oni’s sword with it, and pushed at the Oni, making it fall back.

Isaac took the opportunity to spin away from his position, while Allison loaded another arrow into her bow and aimed at another Oni.

“How do we stop them?” Isaac called out to Noshiko, who was standing to the side, looking horrified.

“You can’t!” Noshiko shouted and just as she finished speaking, one of the Oni stepped forward and slashed Isaac’s stomach open.

Allison kept shooting arrows at the Oni as two of them joined up with the one slashing Isaac into a bloody mess. They threw their swords out, cutting up Isaac’s legs, his chest, and his torso.

Isaac fell back, and Allison reached behind her and grabbed the last arrow she had. She set it up in her bow and aimed toward the Oni that was about to deal Isaac with a fatal blow. As Isaac dropped to his knees, unable to fight back anymore, Allison let the arrow fly.

The arrow lodged itself into the Oni’s chest; the Oni dropped its sword and grabbed its chest, where bright yellow light was coming out of the hole where the arrow was located. With a loud boom, the Oni exploded, shocking everyone—and the Oni—around them.

Allison let out a small, thankful smile, happy that she had killed one of the Oni, which she didn’t think was possible. A sharp pain shot through her stomach, then, and she looked, wide-eyed, over at the Oni who had pushed a sword through her torso.

“ALLISON!”

I gasped as Lydia’s loud scream tore me away from my vision. Tears blurred my eyesight and I let out a loud scream of my own, unable to help myself.

“No, no, no,” I sobbed hoarsely as devastation filled my body and made my chest ache. “No, Allison!”

Loud, body-racking cries escaped from my throat as a horrible feeling encompassed me. It was cold and horrible; it felt like death.

It was undeniable, however much I wanted it not to be true.

Allison Argent was dead.

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