#I’m just kind of internally seething at my sister right now
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When people think “oh Hannah is being crazy about getting her cat dinner on time”
I need you to understand
If she does not get her dinner at a reasonable time
She will eat too fast and immediately vomit
And be mad at me for the fact that she is vomiting
And then be just chaotic
Like knocking glasses over and shit
So if I think I enjoyed my time away
I will sadly be mistaken
And five times more stressed than before
#ramblings#I’m just kind of internally seething at my sister right now#because she always gives me shit about ‘having to get home at a certain time for my cat’#it’s for my cat yea#but it’s more for my goddamn peace of mind#I had a good night and now I want to cry again because my cat#and before you say anything I spread her food out so she doesn’t binge#but she still does
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Worlds Away JJK AU / Chapter 36 - No Longer Alone 🔞
w/c - 7,680
“Kokoro really was a fool…I almost feel sorry.” Genghis is in the mood to celebrate as he quietly snickers through the Titer compound, planning to share the news with Getou. He passes through a crowded windowless but well-lit room heading towards the southern bunker. Nearly all of the clansmen and women bow to his presence as he cheerfully ambulates through their earthy corridors, submitting their trust into him. He enjoys the gestured acclaim, knowing full well this position being his was long overdue. After searching over the room joyfully, he becomes momentarily sidetracked as his first turbulent encounter ensues. The young Titer that served Mugoi before appears in front of him, blocking Genghis’s direct path. ‘Now to reform these loose ends…’, he thinks to himself as he assesses the young Titer’s despair. “You there, what is your name?” Genghis sees the hatred in the young man’s face.
“…Itgeltei.”, is all the young man offers while still trying to remain fearless in front of the now most masterful man of the clan. “Itgeltei Baidal.”. His chin-length black hair waves with the wind as his deep brown eyes feign revenge.
Genghis smirks to the spiteful response, understanding that the poor wretch has lost his own mentor and is raging with emotions. “You can come with me now, there is still much work to be done.” He motions for the young Titer to follow him but the single energized stomp in response makes him halt his resumed stance.
“YOU KILLED MASTER KOKORO!” Baidal surges his energy and aims it at Genghis with tear filled eyes. “…and my SISTER!” His shaking limbs continue to quake as he takes a deep breath and prepares to at least injure the newly appointed head before being killed himself. “You have to pa-…”.
Genghis, without lifting a finger, uses his presence to immediately suffocate the young man who is now clear with regret. “I certainly did not kill Mugoi or Okhin, that was the enemy.” The fear pricks its way to the surface as the young Titer now seems to recognize exactly how unmatched he is and this entertains Genghis, “See, I never inherited the ancient techniques but I’m the top dog now for a reason…”, Genghis slowly approaches while Baidal chokes, surely feeling compressed as he opens his mouth to breathe but is unable to suction in any air. “…I have learned other ways to instill my goals.”. After reaching the young Titer, he looks around to all of the surveyors that stand winded with horror. “YOU ALL UNDERSTAND WHO IS IN CHARGE NOW, RIGHT?!”. Genghis darts his eyes back to Baidal who’s face has since turned red and puffed from the lack of oxygen while he continues to struggle. A woman near the door cries, “Yes! We do Master Genghis!”, and all of the Titers before him that are able, drop to the floor to offer an extensive bow. “Alright then!”, Genghis releases the young Titer with a smile and watches him crash to his knees, gasping. Genghis kneels down before him and holds out a hand, “If you’re willing to redirect your hatred to the right place, you can still serve your clan to the upmost, Baidal.”, but he’s met with still resentful eyes and understands that the young man will need time to decide his own fate as his hand is swatted away. “If you cannot however, you serve no purpose at all. Consider my offer.”. Genghis then turns to continue walking to Getou before the young man did something hasty, not wanting a scene to erupt with so many witnesses.
After Genghis leaves that corridor, Baidal hunts the room for any indication that he had supporters on the matter but feels completely alone as everyone looks down or simply continues with their business. ‘He may be powerful but he needs to be stopped.’, Baidal’s frustration peaks as he’s still trying to regain his breath, knowing that Genghis could have crushed him if he wanted to. Beneath his heaving he mutters the words that would have caused him death had they been heard, “He was supposed to stay locked away.”. Only by being Kokoro’s understudy did he become privy to the horrifying information of Genghis’s past and the true reason he was sent to death by the hands of Satoru Gojo to begin with. Baidal knows that there was never any love between himself and Getou, being that Kokoro committed atrocities himself. ‘I have to find allies…’, knowing he may have to outsource beyond his clan in order to have the backing necessary. ‘What does he have planned for Master Getou?’. Baidal thinks to check a few more friends before leaving the compound, his anxieties feeling all too real to ignore.
Genghis is back to his excited mood as he feels the weight of Kokoro’s lack of existence uproot his very soul. ‘Kokoro was a mediocre man and never should have been given this role.’, he resounds internally as he feels that although that wasn’t the exact future he saw, he knew Mugoi was likely to expire at the hands of Fushiguro. “I do admire this Toji’s strength and he will certainly give us another edge until his time comes as well.”. He pretends to be kind as more Titers bow on foot to him as he passes, loving the thrill of being the faux head. The red clay-made walls and ground signify his descent into the compound, “Now we just have to work on Getou with the girl…”. Genghis smiles wider, ‘She’s truly perfect. What she’s capable of…what I’ll have her do…’. Genghis has yet to reveal all of his plans to Getou but will do so when he feels the time is right but not a moment sooner and for good reason. Upon turning the corner towards Getou’s quarters though, he feels the gravitational presence. “Such a grown child…”, but hurriedly runs towards the door with slight apprehension, knowing there were some of the help in there with him.
Getou is furiously releasing his gravity manipulation throughout the room. He’s yelling out but the sound means nothing in particular as he pins weaker Titers that were only there to serve him. “What am I supposed to do with THAT?!”, in pure fury he asks one of the servants as he points to the shattered bowl with water spilled all around it. “She’s…SHE IS DISGUSTING!”. The servants cry out unanimously as his fit continues but Getou purposefully doesn’t kill any of them. He looks to a younger male Titer who is already crying, “You really suggest that I should just accept this SHIT?! She’s tainted!”.
Genghis bursts through the door, “SUGURU! STOP THIS AT ONCE!”, and uses his crippling presence to counter the waves of gravity. They’re no match for Getou’s abilities but they can at least bounce some energy back to him, thus giving his attention to Genghis. “RELEASE THEM!”.
Suguru faces his mentor and reluctantly quells his technique, allowing the four pinned servants to scurry away through the door behind Genghis. “I wasn’t going to hurt them…but I may hurt bird bitch. You cannot SERIOUSLY expect me to want her.”. Getou now sits to the chair beside him and takes out his bun knowing he made a mess of it. ‘At least Fushiguro took action…’.
“What happened in the small number of hours I’ve left you?” Genghis sees the shattered bowl and immediately understands that Getou saw something he didn’t like. He takes in the state of the room, all of the different craters formed about as he nears. ‘We’re lucky this part of the structure didn’t collapse…’. He’s a little irritated.
“I will not have her as my wife.”, Getou huffs. He seethes at the images in his brain that depicted Elska, Naoya and Gojo sharing sexual relations. “She is not suited to be ANYONE’s wife!”. He accidentally snaps his hair band apart while trying to put his hair back up and becomes further infuriated. After grinding his teeth together, he tosses the useless hair tool across the room before running his hands through his long black hair. He sees Genghis nearing him and tries to recollect himself so he doesn’t seem immature. ‘Why the fuck did I have to see that?’.
�� “What happened little one? What is SO bad that you feel you can justify this tantrum?” Genghis needs his words to cut but not in a way that will dislodge Getou further. He understands that sometimes he just may need a parental figure and is attempting to gratify this part of Suguru.
“She…”, Suguru’s words silence for a moment before continuing, “…she was having sex with Zenin and Gojo…”. His fists clench reflexively as the thought of Gojo enjoying himself, living care free. It wrenches his intestines together. There’s a lack of response from Genghis, so he lowers his voice to exact his reasoning, “She fucks everyone.”, he cackles in annoyance, “Everyone but me that is.”. Getou remembers her glare when he left the room they held her in at the base. “I knew Zenin was oddly territorial with her but I never would’ve guessed this debauchery. He hates Gojo too…so I thought.”. Getou reels over the loss of his cohorts once again as he’s no longer alone but it doesn’t really feel like it.
Genghis knows Suguru is expecting him to be riddled with disgust as well but he’s isn’t. ‘Is he..?’, Genghis is not even upset anymore as he feels that was confirmation of Suguru’s jealousy, whether Getou knows it or not. ‘Maybe there is hope for us after all…’. He lets a few seconds pass to simulate that of someone who cares. Genghis loves Suguru like a son but he also loves his own future as well along with his grandiose plans for their clan. With a small sigh he brings a chair and places it opposite of Getou and sits down. “Look little one, are you sure tha-…”.
“SHE HAD GOJO INSIDE OF HER WHILE SHE WAS GAGGIN ON ZENIN!” Getou almost doesn’t catch himself in time to control the surging energy flowing through him. ‘Gojo… of all people.’.
“Hmmm…”, is all Genghis offers while he thinks of how to diffuse this situation.
“HMMM??!!!” Suguru mocks and then hollers, “What the FUCK kind of response is that?!”. He sees the glint of anger that flashes across his mentor’s eyes and decides to calm down. It’s a matter of respect.
Genghis raises an eyebrow at how perceptive Getou can be at times although he needs to learn to be like that always. “I can see why that would bother you…”, but Getou scoffs as he turns away. “Her nature…it’s solidified but ever changing it would seem. We may not have the time we originally thought.” Suguru looks back to him now as he’s obviously curious as to what that could mean. ‘She’s already creating a small but powerful army.’.
“What is that you know, Master?” Getou’s back to his collected demeanor as he’s eager to understand what could cause Genghis to seem so offhand on the ordeal. He looks around the destroyed room and feels slightly embarrassed, especially if there’s some kind of explanation.
“When she drinks from the hybrid, his curse blood fuels her own. This is what I was trying to elucidate to you before.” Genghis checks to make sure he has Getou’s undivided attention. When he’s satisfied by his pupil practically hanging on the edge of his seat, he continues, “She has awakened to a small degree and with her kind, that means a growing appetite for many things and less inhibiting emotions in exchange.”. Getou’s eyes narrow in response but Genghis proceeds, “When we get her here, you’ll have to sate her needs little one so it’s best you understand now.”. He’s anticipating a rebuttal but it doesn’t arrive, ‘Good, because if you don’t, I will...and that may cause some problems.’.
Getou is still mildly confused but understands enough that he’ll have to feed and fuck her. “I’ve already tried that, it didn’t work.”. His thoughts take to the last time he saw her, while he was working his way in.
“You stabbed her, broke her wings and then forced yourself between her legs… let’s understand the difference here, Suguru…”, Genghis shakes his head as he didn’t want to be so blunt but at the same time, there’s no room for error there, Getou must comprehend that.
“And she called out for Naoya when I did.”, Getou’s patience are being tried at this point. He knows he was wrong in his approach and even with his brutal nature. He also is hesitant to express anything in regards to that scent that provoked him.
Genghis interrupts the pity party, “Because she’s afraid of you Suguru…and rightfully so!”. He softens his eyes for his pupil for just a moment, “I could never imagine expecting any other outcome. I’ve never even thought to do something like that to a woman.”, Genghis lies with complete knack.
Getou exhales heavily and turns his gaze to the shattered bowl, “That doesn’t explain why she’s fucking everyone…”, he loses himself in those same images again and runs his finger along his scarred cheek. His eyes widen as he’s suddenly remembering the aftermath, “Toji attacked them though, I’m guessing Kokoro succeeded?”. He switches his view back to his mentor with inquisitive eyes.
Genghis decides to hold off of the details about Elska and Toji following the incident. ‘She really is getting her fill though…’, but smiles to her ways as he watched them that day, all of it, from afar. He then tilts his head upwards and tries to hold his happiness inside as he delivers Mugoi’s fate, “Kokoro perished by the hands of Fushiguro… and Oda.”.
Upon hearing of Mugoi’s death a small smirk appears initially but then he’s overcome with the fact that he’d always planned on taking out Kokoro himself. “How can he be dead? Isn’t he under the same technique?”. He hopes the bastard can return for more.
Genghis allows his grin to sneak through after seeing Getou’s reaction, knowing they’re both pretty glad the fuckers gone. “Yes well, they didn’t use any techniques to kill him, they just utilized that nature of theirs. If he were killed with a cursed ability, yes, we could have reversed that.” Genghis chuckles lowly, “I told him to be extremely cautious but he ultimately underestimated this Toji gravely. To be fair though, I wasn’t expecting the girl to behave as she did…she killed Okhin viciously as well.”.
Getou catches on to his master’s amusement and it rubs him as odd, “You said the outcome would benefit me…did you know this would happen?”. He’s decided to place that weird display in the back of his mind for the time being. ‘Okhin too?’, Getou barely knew the Titer woman but was aware of her loyalty to himself and their cause and feels regret that she lost her life.
“I did.”. Genghis leans toward being honest about this bit at least. He waits to gauge Getou’s response and becomes eased when he can tell that his knowing won’t be met with hostility. “Mugoi wasn’t a very good man and he had no business leading this clan. His strategies were half-baked and his desires to lead were misplaced.”.
“I never did like him…I actually hated that fucker and owed him for Kechi and Eso...” Getou sighs as there’s yet another thing to be grateful to Elska for. “Serves him right.”. ‘I wonder how she did it?’. Getou ponders on her mysterious existence and wonders what else he may not know about her. He thought he was well informed before but sees that’s not the case at all.
Genghis smiles genuinely as he proceeds the conversation to nourish the seed he’s planted, “So…you were watching her?”. He gives a playful shove to Suguru, “You can’t hide the fact that you’re interested…I can already tell.”.
Getou’s face becomes deadpanned at his mentor’s words. He’s self-conscious about the truth in the statement, not really being sure as to when it happened nor why. He looks back at the shattered bowl, “I was seeing if there were any tactics I could formulate based on their own.”. He feels another light push and it’s clear that Genghis wasn’t buying it. ‘Why is she so important to even him?’. He sighs in frustration, “Yes, ok? I was watching her…although I regret it now.”. His eyes widen during the statement, showing he meant it desperately.
Genghis releases a loud cheer into the room, “ALRIGHT!”. He pats Getou on the shoulder, “This is great little one! You shall have her then!”. He can barely control his pride as he knows this step was imperative to conquer. “We will have to secure her soon before the others reach her to do the same.
Getou wants to ask about the others mentioned but figures it pertains to the clans also aiming for the same goal. He becomes tactical, “I think we should draw them in and crush all of their shaman.”. This time, when preparing her quarters, he would take a note from Naoya and make sure she can at least be impressed by their offer. ‘Would it really make that much of a difference though?’, he’s unsure of what lies ahead because of what’s occurred in the past.
Genghis leans forward with approval, “That is a wise idea but we should bait them first.”, he smiles maliciously, “I think we should take your lover first and give them a location.”.
Getou blushes against his own will and tries to mask it with haste, “Whatever, that’s fine. I need to prepare an area for her.”. Suguru stands up, cloaked in agitation as he worries about what could be wrong with him. ‘Why…am I feeling so…awkward?’.
“Don’t be ridiculous, you only need to prepare another room for yourself.” Genghis can’t believe that he’s having to hold his pupil’s hand through this but laughs to the confusion painted on Suguru’s face, “She’s going to be staying with you.”.
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“Cho, how do you know this? ARE THEY NEARBY?” Naoya knows Choso is also very fine tuned when it comes to sensing other techniques, primarily the Titers for having worked around them for so long. Naoya still is looking around to silently ask everyone to be on their guard.
Choso doesn’t remove the box from his pocket. He keeps his fingers wrapped around it though and tries to figure out a way to communicate that won’t bring them to a disadvantage. His stillness unnerves everyone but Toji tries to calm the room, understanding there’s a purpose for it. Choso decides to try something. After standing, he uses his right hand to point at his pocket and while still holding the box inside of there, he flicks it a few times with his finger, creating sound.
Gojo is the first to catch on and decides to give it a codename, “The bento box!”. He smiles to Choso’s relieved nod and turns to face everyone. “Do you remember the yellow fish delivery we received earlier?”, Toji scrunches his face but then the connection is made. “I believe that Choso’s saying he can tell by the bento box it came in.” Elska now seems to get it as well.
“Baby? When did you eat yellow fish?” Naoya approaches her with a coy smile as the remaining members in the room sigh in frustration, thinking he was too dense to comprehend. Megumi scoffs being out of the loop and apparently feels ashamed of Naoya’s gestures. When within arm’s reach, Naoya snags Elska by the hip and kisses her cheek while whispering, “We will protect you princess.”. He feels her pull away only enough to look into his eyes. He knows she trusts him, it’s written all over her face and nothing could make him happier.
Elska is lost in Naoya’s warm expression until a realization hits her, “Does…does that mean they saw…everything?”. She becomes completely uncomfortable at the thought and welcomes Naoya’s arms as they wrap around her fully this time. While burying her face into his chest, she can feel the bass from his voice as he laughs awkwardly above her. ‘Greeeaaaaat…’.
“Well at least it was worth watching…I can attest to that!”, Gojo’s eyes brighten as he recalls the three of them on the bed. ‘It was…perfection.’. Nanami sends narrow eyes over to him which he can feel instantly and against his rowdier judgement, decides to leave it at that.
Toji scoffs while looking at Gojo, “You’re the fucking worst, you do know that, right?”. He’s never been able to stand Satoru’s need to gloat about everything, especially when it comes to her.
Gojo warps himself behind Elska, “Oh…but she loves it…” and ruts his pelvis into her rear.
Naoya uses his projection technique to pull her away afterward, “You’re too fucking much Gojo, don’t expect that shit to happen again.”. He actually really enjoyed the threesome for the most part but sees that he stoked an already heated fire within Gojo by participating. ‘This guy is not right in the head!’.
“Sati! Why would you do that in front of everyone?!”, She’s not felt Naoya’s technique first hand like that and stumbled with collecting herself after being moved with such speed. ‘Did he seriously just hump me?’.
Nanami yells, “SATORU!”, with absolute disapproval as Megumi scowls heavily beside him.
Choso loses himself in thought after hearing Gojo’s mischievous giggles. ‘Do they know that this connects their energy to us? I can tell when they’re spying…’. He twirls the box within his fingertips in his pocket as he tries to formulate an explanation as to why the Titers left it behind if this was genuine. He looks back over to Toji now, ‘Is he really ok? What did this do to him?’. Choso’s eyes now take to Megumi and his heart sinks knowing that they’ve only just begun their father and son relationship officially, ‘I have to figure this out before it’s too late.’. He still hears the voices of everyone else but doesn’t register that his name is being called. The surging energy from the box also ceases and he quietly states, “I think they’re done for now…”.
Toji sighs, “Thank god, those fucking creeps have nothing better to than to use ourselves against us.”.
Naoya and Elska both relax into each other knowing they can likely move more freely now. Naoya smiles at her but then continues what they were originally talking about. “I’ll get you some sweets baby!”. He now turns to Choso who is still in his own mind, “Cho!”, Naoya is waving at his friend, “Does that sound alright to you?”.
Elska chimes in, “I swear I won’t bite you again!”, she looks around to everyone, “Although I am due for a feed soon…”.
Naoya gasps, “Well I’ll stay too!”. He’s weary of her feeding from Choso for many reasons, his personal ones at the forefront though.
Toji huffs, “I think you two should make yourselves scarce when we come back.”, his vision glaring between Naoya and Gojo. “You two have had enough today.”.
Gojo wants to say something smart to rile Toji up but decides that maybe that wasn’t such a huge demand. He looks to Naoya and whines, “Let Toji feed her tonight…”. He kicks at nothing to display his disappointment but knows that he owes the giant this much at least.
Naoya grabs her hands now and looks down to her with his weak protest, “Baaaby…”, but then sighs as he can understand where Gojo is coming from, “…Ok…but tomorrow you feed from me!”. He smiles gleefully as he secures one of his favorite past times. Of course, he enjoys the feeling her bite surges through him but more than anything else, he loves how much she enjoys drinking from him. It certainly makes him feel needed and with all of the testosterone surrounding her now, he appreciates the affirmations he receives from her, this one especially. ‘If only I had my own fangs…’.
“If she drinks too much of you boy, she’ll get fucking cavities.”. Toji laughs to his own joke though as he meant nothing foul by it, he’s actually surprised he didn’t receive more resistance from either of them on the matter of feeding.
“What are you guys about to do?” Choso now feels he missed something important.
Elska and Gojo chuckle at the fact that Choso indeed tuned them all out moments ago.
“They’re going on a food run while you stay with me, if that’s ok!”. Elska smiles and continues, “You can take a shower too if you want, I won’t leave the room but you’ll still have privacy in there.”. She walks over to the bathroom and pulls out a fresh towel from a neat stack that lays on iron shelving next to the tub.
“And make sure you’re clothed when you leave the bathroom…”, Gojo’s tries to make his tone lighter but he’s serious. “I saw what you’re hiding underneath those clothes, you thick ass stallion!”, and laughs to Choso’s widening eyes.
Choso recalls Gojo complimenting his body before and becomes flustered by the accusations being launched at him and quickly defends himself, “Elska! I promise I wouldn’t try to do anything sexy to you!”. He hears Gojo roar into laughter and anchors his eyebrows in a way that show the silver shaman that he’s been teased enough for one day.
“I would hope not.” Megumi makes his quiet presence known again as he’s only just calmed down after seeing his sensei hump her…and then there’s the feeding. He turns his nose up and hollers while leaving for the door with Nanami, “GIVE HER SOME SPACE.”.
“Doll, I’ll be right back alright?” He grins when she nods in anticipation and he can sense that she’s as eager to feed from him as he is to feed her.
“Umm…I will too, don’t forget that part old man…”, Naoya finally releases his hands from her as he forces himself away and towards the door. “Be right back baby!” He blows her a kiss from the doorway but waits impatiently for Gojo to make his exit.
Gojo now grabs her hands and with a serious face says, “Love, just be careful and wait for Toji. We will back after you have some time.” He smiles, “Don’t bite Choso in case it’s related to that other you ok?” He kisses her on the forehead gently before stepping back and taking in her comfortable and casual appearance while relishing on his recent lush memories of them. He glances to Choso, “If anything happens, make a portal to Naoya but we should be back really soon.
Choso nods and is glad that there was reiteration over him being the source of her nourishment. ‘Gojo is far more intelligent than he typically lets on…’. After everyone leaves the room, the silence engulfs them. “I uhh…I guess I will take a shower now.”, and dutifully heads into the bathroom.
“Wait there’s a trick!” Elska rushes past the door before he can close it in order to reach the faucet. The temperature designated knobs are actually reversed and she didn’t want Choso to fall victim to ignorance’s cruelty. Once adjusted, she stands up tall and smiles, “Now, you’re all set!”.
“I tend to take lengthy showers, please do not be alarmed by this.” Choso feels the steam beginning to take form and is ready to wash the day away. She giggles and says “That’s totally fine, relax a bit.” Before switching on the fan and shutting the door behind her. As he undresses, he folds his new pajamas neatly on the counter, planning to put them back on when he’s finished. For a moment he freezes as this doesn’t make sense, how can he watch her while he bathes? ‘Oh, they were way ahead of me with this one…’. He forms his observer window, focuses it on her and leaves the curtain parted so he can check it from time to time.
Elska isn’t sure why but as soon as the words, “Relax a bit” left her, she felt the urge to do so herself. “Well…he did say he takes long showers…and they’re no longer watching us…”, she walks over to Choso’s unintentional gift and honestly just wants to try it. After grabbing it, she cautiously makes her way back to the bed, dropping her new ace sweatpants to the floor before laying on her back. Her mind brings her back to Naoya and Satoru taking her and becomes flooded with arousal. “That really was…amazing.”. Her nimble fingers press the tiny rubber button located on the bottom of the little pink mouse and jumps with excitement when it turns on. ‘This shouldn’t take much time at all!’, and gleams to its vibrational impact. The thought of Naoya extracting her pheromones and orgasms while Satoru filled her mouth sends a sensation between her thighs before the vibrator ever reached its target. She self consciously listens for any sudden movement in the bathroom, wondering why she was really about to do this right now. ‘I just feel like I need to…’, but is trying to ignore the fact that she’s seen plenty of action for one day, at least normally. Once the silicone bullet reaches her clitoris, her body tenses up by the sensations it sends through her and she quietly gasps with a wide smile.
Choso is rinsing his hair, enjoying the scented products that fall and mix into the water. ‘How does my hair feel this smooth after just shampoo?’, he’s amazed and feeling anew. After applying the thick conditioner, he decides to read the ingredients from the bottle located at the other end of the tub. When he grabs it, he turns to check his observer window to make sure everything is alright. “Oh my…”. His eyes are wide and the shock from what he’s seeing steals his attention thus causing the shampoo bottle to be dropped onto his foot. “OW!”.
Elska hears the commotion and immediately closes her legs for cover. She’s panting lightly as she was already pretty close to being done with this test drive but still calls out, “Chos…Choso? Are you alright in there?!”. She sits up as she listens carefully for a response.
“I uhhh…Yea!! I’m great! Just…dropped something!”. Choso feels his heart pounding through him and when he looks down can see his chest beat along with it. ‘I should’ve just told her the truth!’, he panicked though. He stands at the end of the tub where the water barely touches him as he breathlessly waits for a sign that she’d either stop or continue. ‘Does she not know I’m observing her?’. He watches her settle back into the bed but has failed to notice his instant erection until this point and whispers, “Damnit…”. When she places the mouse back on her sensitive areas, he can see her face twist in pleasure and cannot help himself. Choso begins to stoke his member as his human desires take over and shudders to the wonderful sensations it sends through him. Elska moans quietly but Choso is audibly attached to his window so he hears it. He watches her placement of the toy and is surprised to see that it’s used to for surface features rather than being for inside. He continues to pump his hand, gaining speeding even while the water threatens to stop his motions, moaning himself as he studies the visual before him. “Women…they’re such…beautiful creatures…”, he whispers through his small gasps.
Elska is working towards her climax, intermittently edging herself when she feels she’s too close, not wanting to end the pleasure so soon. She thinks about how Toji always tries to stimulate her with his hands while he works himself into her, causing her toes to curl. ‘Toji and this would be incredible…’, she pictures him with his wings and fangs out, using his mass to pin her against the bed as he thrusts through her. In this fantasy, he would hold the mouse down against her, forcing her to endure the bliss while locking glowing eyes. “Holy…oh…yes…”, she whines out underneath her breath as she feels her moisture gather. She imagines him smugly smirk above her before saying, “Doll, you’re so fucking wet for me.”, but realizes that would be much more of a Satoru thing.
Choso is no longer even bathing by this point but has opened the curtains further so he can still receive the warmth from the water as he continues towards his own relief. Every time her body arches or she whispers confirmation to how good she’s feeling, his hand increases speed by itself. He looks down to see how unbearably hard he is and bites his lip as his vision takes back to his technique. His mind is plaguing him as he doesn’t have a direct desire to sleep with her but she’s always the subject of his sexual thoughts. He imagines himself sitting between her knees, administering the mouse. “Mmmm…”, he groans while thinking of her furrowed brow and flush expression being the product of his placement. His hand grips his girth and he momentarily seethes and hisses to the building rise coursing through him. He whispers her name to his own dismay, feeling that it increased his ability to reach his orgasm. The water falling down his back has become cooler but it doesn’t deter him from this interesting experience.
She is now daydreaming about Satoru’s aggressive behavior. ‘He would most definitely use this mouse as a tool to dominate.’, and the thought of him bending her over while making her hold it to herself almost makes her unravel. He’d say things like, “Awww love, what’s the matter? Can’t handle it?”, and she would have to respond to him before he’d smack her ass…but maybe she would keep quiet on purpose. He’d likely grab her by the throat and raise her up from behind so he could hear her clearly as he spreads her from within. She gasps to this and arches her body again as she nearly lost herself. Her eyes open widely though as she’s sure he would attempt anal next…but she wouldn’t necessarily fight him. ‘If I ever tell him that I actually like it, he would try it all of the time though…’, and the idea of him relentlessly trying to impale her in that manner slightly decreases her arousal.
Choso is all but minutes away from being spent. He’s staring intently into the observer’s window and ignores her change in demeanor. Instead, he’s now wondering about this taste that women provide. He still isn’t sure you’re supposed to lick them there but the probability of it being allowed makes him imagine how he would. The expression on her face is back to be pleasant so maybe if he would take his tongue to the same spot where the mouse is located, he could cause this too. His eyes are closed at this point, while he hastily grips and rhythms with his hand so when she cries out, his imagination runs wild and he imagines inserting himself into her. That was a mistake though because in this moment, he’s releasing his contents all over himself and the tub while he fails to cease his motion.
Naoya’s sweet but domineering nature saved the day. While reliving old memories of when she was his prisoner, she remembers the sexual tension that made her crave him even more. While envisioning them on their sides again, she smiles to the desperation felt that consumed her, making her take him in his sleep. “Oh…Naoyaaaaa…”. It really didn’t matter what he would try with her, Elska was likely to allow him wantonly, she trusts him fully in this realm. In her sexual dream however, he’s given glowing red eyes and golden wings. He would brush her hair aside while rocking his hips while they lay there but he’d also lean down to pierce her neck. “God pleeeeassee…”, she begs the universe to at least be able to simulate what his fangs would feel like. She cries out though in real time and releases a wave of pheromones as her legs tremble, the orgasm following immediately after. She lies there panting, not having removed the mouse from her hand, nor has she budged to change her position. Her eyes take to the little mouse though while she heaves and feels her arousal seeping out, “This was actually a wonderful gift Choso!”. She smiles and feels the cold chills that are result of her thin layer of sweat. She goes to sit herself up but finds she just doesn’t have the energy in this moment. Her eyes dart open as she recalls, “CHOSO! SHIT!”, having temporarily forgotten that he was in the bathroom, only a few feet away. She sits up tensely to gather herself as the door is pushed open. She screams, “DON’T!”. She feels so ridiculous as she knew Toji’s door no longer latched.
Choso heard her scream and although he’s a mess he launches out of the shower. “Elska! What’s wrong?!”.
Toji stands in the doorway first inhaling the scent before noticing Elska’s position and eyes the mouse next her on the bed. The fact that she wasn’t dressed on her lower half clearly gave it away. He feels himself get a little excited but its all but crushed as a wet and naked Choso barrels out of the bathroom door. “What the f…”.
Elska quickly covers herself before Choso has a chance to turn around but she can’t help but stare at him against her better judgement. His body is so refined and built, his lower half just as impressive. She doesn’t feel any desire to experience him but she can still appreciate a good work of art. When their eyes meet, Choso turns beet red and flails his hands in an attempt to shield them from his usually hidden parts. “I thought something was wrong!”.
“The fact that you’re out here butt ass naked is the something that’s wrong buddy…”, Toji glares at the being and huffs. Toji points his finger toward the door and says, “Go get some fucking clothes on! What were you doing in there to still be bathing?!”. A realization hits him and he growls at the possibility that Choso was relieving himself in his shower. “How the fuck were you planning on protecting her if you were in there the entire time?!”, Toji demands an explanation.
Choso looks away from Toji and to the floor, “Well…I was watching her still…I just multitasked.”. He can feel Toji’s presence intensify immensely and wonders if he should have just lied and apologized.
Elska folds over in the bed and curls up in embarrassment. ‘Does he mean…he watched me do that?”, she too mortified to ask or even look at either of them.
Naoya now walks through the door, “CHO! WHAT THE FUCK!?”. He sees Elska hiding in the bed and after seeing his friend’s bareness, freaks out. “WHAT DID YOU DO!?”, he runs to Elska who’s actively deflecting any interaction and he assumes the worse. “Baby! What happened?!”, He then sees the pink mouse on the bed and feels his left eye twitch. He snatches it from beside her and charges Choso, “YOU THOUGHT TO USE THIS ON HER?!”. He sees the surprise in Choso’s eyes and even through his anger, realizes that he jumped to conclusions.
Elska understands this is taking a wrong turn so she sits up again and says, “I used it on myself! Choso was just taking a shower and bolted out here when I screamed!”.
Naoya stops now, being only about a foot away from Choso. “Baby, what caused you to scream?”, he now looks at the toy with a raised eyebrow, ‘Could it really be that good?’. Choso’s eyes meet it too and the being blushes further.
“She screamed when I came through the door, boy, calm down.” Toji is now pinching the bridge of his nose in aggravation to the endless web of miscommunication that spins between them. He walks over to Naoya and steals the mouse. “You guys need to scram for a few. She needs to feed and I’m tired of there being a god damn peanut gallery.”.
Choso immediately rushes into the bathroom to change as Naoya pouts while walking back to Elska. “Baby, I’m parking right next door and I’ll be back as soon as you are finished.”.
“We actually are switching rooms tonight!” Gojo now strolls in, having listened from the hall. He comprehends everything that just happened, from the dual masturbation to the sad accusations that were pointed to Choso. If he hadn’t stayed behind though Megumi would’ve seen everything before being shooed away and that’s the only thing that bothers him. ‘Toji is going to have to handle that soon…’.
“This is my room you silver fuck, I don’t want to move.”, Toji defends his messy territory that has suffered from the multiple people using it.
Elska is further jolted by Satoru’s sudden appearance but calmly asks, “What are you talking about Sati?”. She’s now quickly donning her ace pants while trying her best to make it seem like she’s no longer bothered by what may have taken place with Choso. ‘I’m just glad that topic got skipped over…’.
“We’re going to a bigger room, with a bigger bed.” Gojo winks at her as he’s still bent on proving to her that the additional company can be worked with. “But you two can still feed here, I’ll have Naoya and Choso help me set everything up!”. His eyes take to Toji, “Surely you can understand why this room’s defenses are no longer suitable…”. He glances to Elska and brings his palms up to the situation they’re in with an expression that says, “Think about it.”.
“I swear if it’s poorly designed, I’m going to snap. Color scheme and layout is everything Gojo…”, Naoya rolls his eyes as he’s really not in the position to refuse lodging but wishes he didn’t have to share everything with his cousin and him.
Toji howls, “You fucking broke the door in the first place you cunt!”. He never knows how far the silver shaman will go but is slowly wondering if there are any boundaries at all. Becoming further irritated, he starts to manually push everyone towards hall. “Get the fuck out!”. Naoya is still protesting to being forced to leave even as Toji shuts the door in his face, hearing his whining through the wood. “Jesus Christ…they’re such fucking handful…”.
Elska giggles to Toji’s vexation but sits on her knees as the large man returns toward her, sitting on the bed.
Naoya is still on the other side of the door, “Choso is in there you old fart!”.
Toji’s eyes narrow to the bathroom but before he can say anything, Choso quickly races out with soaking hair and practically runs to the door leading to the hallway. He now sighs and slouches over on the edge of the bed, “Doll…sometimes it’s so much to navigate through…”, he looks to her, “…are you not overwhelmed by all of this?”. His hand finds it’s way to her cheek after he orients his body more towards her. They’re eyes respond to each other, him not knowing who’s began glowing first.
“It is…a lot…”. She admits while nuzzling into his hand. “…but look at how you three loners are no longer alone.”, she means it and smiles genuinely as that part does lift her heart. She watches Toji scoot back onto the bed but to his knees and her teeth peer through her lips as she gathers he’s getting straight to it. With slow motion, she crawls over top of him until she’s perfectly seated in his lap and his arms are securing her body against him. Looking down from now overhead, she chuckles, “Just like our first time…”, and brushes his hair from his face as she happily takes in the details of his rugged features. “I’m really sorry about earlier Toji…I really wasn’t expecting Sati to take us away like that. I really wasn’t expecting any of it actually.”.
Toji can sense her guilt and feels like he should address his prior purpose. “Doll, I was just worried Gojo was taking things too far…like before. I didn’t trust that he would have your best interest at heart which is why I was so angry.”. He lifts his chin so he can tuck her head underneath it while holding her, “I am with you no matter what, never forget that.”. Toji closes his eyes as he feels her relax and cackles, “Naoya already said he wasn’t going to do that again but I feel like Gojo will still try.”. He pulls her away and bends his neck to the side to give her full access with a smile.
“You’re too good for me, Toji…”, she laments while eyeing his neck. Instead of immediately biting him though she turns his head back towards her for a deep and passionate meeting of the lips. He responds by send his tongue into her mouth, causing her to whimper as she grips his sleek black hair with her right hand while holding his throat with her left, not even meaning to. Both of their fangs form as soon as he breaks their lustrous kiss and he again positions his head to the side as she lowers her own. She can hear him groan as her teeth skip across the skin of his neck and right as she’s about to puncture him, Satoru’s presence can be felt.
“LOVE WAIT!” He runs over to the bed as Elska didn’t seem to even flinch. “Choso made a valid point!”, Toji’s glowing eyes finally meet his so he continues, “If Toji has Titer energy in him, this is about to be another fucking catastrophe!”.
Toji swiftly blocks Elska from his neck and rolls over so she’s pinned to the bed, being startled by her reaction.
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The Sister Becomes Known || A Trent Sawyer One-Shot
this is a continuation of these two stories written by @bravo-four-seal-team and I!
cowritten with @bravo-four-seal-team and @galaxysanduniversesinmymind (bless you for helping me with Brock)
Summary: Trent receives an email from his sister who he hasn’t spoken to in 5 years. Is he ready to forgive her, and what does she mean by “Amelia was right?”
A/N: This contains Two OCs: Amelia Carter, my OC who is in a relationship with Trent; and Ashley, @bravo-four-seal-team’s OC who is Trent’s sister. This is in the same universe of my Full Metal and Trent Sawyer series, and is set slightly before the pilot episode. this got very long and very dramatic, so apologies!
TW: arguments, mentions of torture, mentions of death, implied sexual activity (very brief, like maybe two to three sentences), implied alcohol consumption, hangover, brief mention of nausea, brief mention of vomiting.
Word count: 3,000
Taglist: @twentydavid @a-kate3 @rebelwrites @thegirlwhoisalwayswriting @supervalcsi @jayhalsteadfan-2417 @mrsmarvelous1995 @chibsytelford @velvetcardiganbucky @itsonautopilot @pinkrockstar19 @galaxysanduniversesinmymind @softi92 @abby-splace
Sometimes, Trent really hated his internal alarm clock.
Amelia was fast asleep, cuddled up into his side, with her head and right arm on his chest. He still couldn’t believe that she could sleep all night like that, if it wouldn’t disturb her he would toss and turn every which way during the night. He’s gotta admit, though, he sleeps better when she’s here. He lifts his head off the pillow and looks at the alarm clock: 5:05 AM. Of course it is.
He slowly and very, very carefully tries and untangles himself from the literal sleeping cuddle monster he happened to fall in love with, putting her head on a pillow to try and mimic his chest, found his shorts they threw on the ground and tiptoed downstairs to start some coffee.
Turning the light on, he definitely didn’t expect to see a creature laid out on his couch. He let out a quiet gasp, his hand immediately going to his chest, then squinting to see if he could tell who it was from where he stood.
He took a couple of steps forward, before realizing it was Brock, a nearly empty bottle of Jack Daniels still in his hand. He sighs and shakes his head, he can’t even get one night without one of his brothers ending up on his couch. Though, at least Brock didn’t walk in on them yet again, so he’ll take it. He grabs the bottle from Brock’s hand, careful not to wake him, and puts it in the trash. He then starts his coffee, when he hears a soft ding from his computer in his office. Making a mental note to check that, he finishes making the jet fuel, as Ames called it, when he felt a set of hands wrap around his waist, her head leaning against him.
“Did I wake you?” Trent asked quietly, careful not to wake the tall man drunkenly passed out in his living room. All the feels in response is her head nodding against his back. He reaches into the cabinet and pulls out two mugs, putting coffee in both, before he finally feels her arms leave his waist as he turns to hand her the cup. Amelia sleepily nods a thank you, and he finally realizes all she’s in is his t-shirt.
“Might want to go put shorts or something on, love. Had a late-night visitor,” Trent mentioned, motioning towards Brock with his head. She sighed and wiped the sleep from her eyes while nodding, mumbled something that he swore was “shower” and walked upstairs.
Trent, finally remembering the notification sound his computer had made, made his way into his home office, where his computer, bookshelves, and medkits are stored. He lightly taps the Yoda bobblehead on his desk causing the head to shake, before sitting in his chair. He lightly chuckles, checking the notification that he’s received an email. When he opens it up, he instantly freezes.
Ashley?
He feels his entire body fill up with anxiety, shaking his head at the subject line: “Surprise Bitch I lived. (plz open this)”. He would have laughed if this wasn’t the first time he’s heard from her in... what, five years?
He quickly opens the email, reading it in its entirety. He couldn’t believe that she reached out to him at all, let alone to apologize. He keeps rereading it, trying to make sure his eyes weren’t fooling him until his brain finally catches up and realizes that his baby sister was on the same base with him a couple of months ago, and he didn’t even see her.
Wait.
He rereads one more time, and she keeps saying “Amelia was right.” His Amelia? There was no way, he thought, trying to suspend the belief that his girlfriend of almost three years would have met his sister, talked to her, and didn’t tell him.
There’s no way, right?
“Looks like you’re dating again as well, she seems nice (Let her know she was right, honestly, I am not happy about her being right.). You seem super happy which is good to see.” The sentence is one he keeps replaying in his mind. Why wouldn’t she tell him she met his sister? Granted, he doesn’t talk about that fight or what had happened, bad memories full of angry words and regret, but Amelia, a woman who prides herself on being honest and trustworthy, should have never kept this from him.
“Whatcha readin’ sailor?” Amelia says, leaning on the entrance door frame, a piping hot cup of coffee in her hand. God if he wasn’t starting to get angry with her he would be awestruck about how pretty she is, even with her hair up in a towel and no makeup on. Focus Trent, he mentally reminds himself before asking her to come over and read it for herself.
He sits there, feeling her read over his shoulder, before turning to look at her as she realizes what the email said and sees her eyes widen. He can feel the anger rise in his body, as well as the confusion that she would hide this from him.
“Trent, I-”, she starts, but he shakes his head as if to tell her to not start with any excuses.
“Why?” Trent asks, trying to keep his voice quiet so as to not wake up Brock. God knows he doesn’t need his brother knowing about his troubles more than he already does.
“I was going to tell you.” She quietly answers him, her hand instantly reaching up to where her locket usually is. She forgot to put it back on, though, so her hand fins the collar of her shirt and starts to pull on it.
“You should have told me the day it happened, Amelia. This is family we’re talking about,” Trent huffed, leaning forward in his chair. Amelia has since decided to lean against the desk, facing the wall as one hand was wrapped around herself, and the other still on her shirt collar.
“You were deploying the next day, Trent. I wasn’t going to drop the bomb on you that your sister showed up unannounced at my apartment right before you deployed.”
“That’s not something you just keep to yourself, Amelia. Why the hell did she even go talk to you?”
“She wanted to know about us, our relationship. I wasn’t about to tell you something like that and then you go get yourself killed because of it. No way in hell, Trent.” She shook her head and closed her eyes as if trying to erase the thought from her mind.
“For god’s sake, Ames, how many times do we have to have this conversation. I can handle myself in the field, it is not your job to protect me.” His left hand coming up to his face, he pinched the bridge of his nose.
“That’s bullshit, Trent. There’s always going to be things I’ll take off the table of discussion until I know you’re home, safe. I won’t be able to handle being the reason you’re coming home in a body bag.”
“It’s my job to compartmentalize things, focus on the tasks at hand. I can handle it, Amelia, I’m not a damn kid.”
“Trent, I never said you were!” Amelia threw her hands in the air, wishing this was a non-issue.
“Then stop treating me like one. You and I both know I had the right to know that she showed up. Why did you even let her in? She could have killed you!”
“She wasn’t going to kill me! She showed me a picture of you two when you were younger, you two have the same eyes, and I didn’t have a reason to believe she wasn’t being anything but truthful.”
“You don’t know that, Amelia. She’s a stranger to you.”
“And apparently to you, too, since you didn’t recognize her on base or during missions, Trent.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” He sat up straight, boring his eyes into hers, looking for anything that gives away what she was talking about.
“She told me her unit was backup for you on a couple of missions, that she saw you a couple of times on base and you didn’t recognize her. What kind of brother does that, hmm?”
“You better be joking, Ames.”
“Yeah, because that’s definitely something I would joke about. God, do you even realize what you just asked me?” Amelia asked sarcastically, sick of him and sick of this argument.
“Right now I’m not even sure if I know you as well as I thought I did. You and I both know this isn’t something I take lightly, you should have told me when it happened.”
“When, Trenton? When you were on base, in back-to-back training exercises, packing your cage up for deployment? Or how about when you came home and you were packing what you needed from here? Oh, I know, I should have told you when we were saying goodbye here, because you didn’t want me to see you off on the tarmac.” Her voice was loud and full of rage, still annoyed about him asking her to stay away from the tarmac.
“Yeah, literally any of those instances would have worked.” He nodded.
“Good to know you both share a stubborn streak.” She sighed, putting her head in her hands.
“You act like I don’t have the right to know, Amelia!”
"For fucks sake, Trent. I was going to tell you when you got home, and you were back in your routine. Didn't expect you to get spun-up as early as you did, and I sure as hell didn't expect Nate to die when you did get spun-up." Amelia seethed, and Trent’s heart broke at the mention of his fallen brother.
“Don’t. Don’t you dare bring him into this. It’s been four fucking days, Amelia. Using him as an excuse is a low-blow and you know it.” Trent says with a warning edge in his voice. He was trying not to yell, but bringing Nate up pushed him over the edge.
“I’m not using him as a fucking excuse, you asshole, it’s the truth. I’m not going to apologize for doing what I believe was right.”
Brock is slammed into awareness by two things. One, a pounding headache that feels like a bulldozer is trying to break his skull. Two, yelling, only slightly muffled by a wall. His hand clenches around empty space where he could have sworn the bottle of Jack Daniels was, and he cracks open his eyes. The sight before him isn’t his apartment, and if he had to guess, he’d say it was Trent’s. He usually crashes at Trent’s after a long night. That doesn’t explain why Trent, and who he assumes is that lady he has around all the time, were yelling, though. He’s told them her name before, Brock vaguely remembers, but it escapes him. Anyways, she was pretty used to various Bravo members crashing at Trent’s place. He began slowly pulling himself to his feet, feet unsteadily settling on the floor. He needed a glass of water and some painkillers, but first, he needed that incessant yelling to stop. He stumbles towards Trent’s study, occasionally stopping to regain balance. When he arrives at the door, he sees Trent in his chair, his computer displaying something, and the woman, god what was her name, standing over Trent, arms crossed. Both of them, without a doubt, look pissed. Trent opens his mouth for what Brock is sure to be a scathing remark, but Brock speaks first.
“Hi. Don’t know why you’re yelling at each other, but could you calm down? It’s not good for the hangover.” He watched bleary-eyed as both Trent and the lady snapped their heads toward them. Her gaze softened, and she seemed to calm down a bit, meanwhile, Trent looked just as pissed as he did a few seconds ago.
“Fuck off, Brock. Why were you on my couch anyway?” Trent snapped, but he immediately wished he didn’t when a) he heard himself, and b) when he saw the glare Amelia shot at him. He’s only ever seen her give that look to Full Metal, and he’s started to see why Metal was afraid of his sister when she was angry. A deep wave of hurt crossed Brock’s face, as he flinched back and started losing his balance, gripping the door frame for support.
“C’mon, Brock, let’s put you in the guest bedroom. I’ll bring you some Tylenol and a glass of water up in a minute, okay?” Amelia gently ordered him, putting the much taller man’s arm over her shoulders, guiding him to the bottom of the stairs.
“Yes, uh, I’m sorry, what’s your name again?” Brock muttered, thankful someone was being nice to him since Trent was being an ass. The lady under his arm walked him carefully up the stairs, giving him a polite smile of encouragement every time he felt like he was going to fall over.
“My name is Amelia. Not sure if Trent ever introduced us properly,” She supplied, leading him through the bedroom door and onto the bed. He welcomed the softness of the sheets and duvet, though the movement caused his stomach to turn. Before he could reply to Amelia, though, she was already out the door. She returned a few minutes later, with a trash can she stole from the guest bathroom, and the Tylenol and water as promised.
“Here, take these,” she instructed while plopping them into his hand, “and if you get sick here’s something to throw up in. Sorry we woke you.” He nodded in understanding, and she quietly left the room.
She went back downstairs, walking into the office where she had left her boyfriend. She was seeing red at this point. Amelia understood he was hurt and upset with her, but snapping at Brock, who didn’t do anything? Out of the question. He could yell at her all he wanted, but they were all still reeling from Nate’s death and like hell would she let him take that out on some of the very few people he could trust with everything. She stopped, leaning against the door frame, trying to compose herself before she said something she regretted.
“I understand you’re hurt that I wanted to wait and tell you your sister reached out to me, but how you acted just now was out of line.” She started, before taking a deep breath.
“Amelia, I-”
“No.” She interrupted him, shaking her head feverishly, “Do not interrupt me, do not even think about trying to backpedal. I understand you being hurt by what I did, and hell you’re probably more pissed now than I have ever seen you, but don’t you dare take that out on him. I can take whatever yelling you want to throw at me, but you aren’t angry at Brock, so don’t treat him like shit for coming to his friends when he was drunk and alone. As you said before, Nate died four days ago, I’m surprised it’s only him on your couch. He needs his friend, his brother, so when he wakes up, you’re going to apologize to him. I’m going home, we both need to cool down and I can’t do that looking at your stupid face,” She finishes and turns around to leave the house before he could get a word in edgewise.
He quickly gets up, moving across the room and reaching her faster than she’d like. He grabs her hand, and she turns around to yell at him again until she sees the look on his face. He nods, takes a deep breath, and starts to speak.
“I’m sorry for losing my temper at Brock. I know he wasn’t the problem, I regretted it as soon as I said it. I’m still really angry, and hurt, but don’t go to your apartment. We can’t talk through this if you leave, and I definitely don’t want this hanging over our heads, not with everything else going on.” He was holding both of her hands now, looking into her eyes to see if anything he just said had its intended impact.
“Fine, but I’m not the one you should be apologizing to. I’m sorry that my actions, while they were made with good intentions, hurt you. It’s going to take me a minute to calm down fully, okay? I’m serious, though, I know you’re hurting, especially after Nate, but that’s no way to talk to your brother, who is also hurting. You owe him, probably a lot of beer.” That last line got him to smile, even just a tiny bit, which Amelia considered a win.
“Yes ma’am. Now, breakfast?”
“Yes, please! While you cook it or go get it, whichever is fine with me, we can come up with what you want to say when you reply to the email,” Amelia suggested, being led by Trent into the kitchen. She jumps up to sit on the counter, while he goes and looks in the fridge.
“Who says I’m going to reply?” He says, grabbing the ingredients he needs before shutting the door, turning to look at Amelia, her eyebrows raised.
“I’m sorry, we didn’t just get through fighting for over an hour just for you not to reply to your sister. She took the first step, T. At least reply to her, even if you don’t want to forgive her. Don’t see that happening, though, you were too pissed at the thought of not talking to her 3-4 months ago to not want to try,” Amelia reasoned, hoping this didn’t reignite the fire.
“I hate when you’re right, y’know that? Oh, and by the way,” He turned to look at her, smirking ever so slightly.
“Yeah?”
“My full name is Trent, not Trenton.”
“Wait, you mean to tell me we’ve been together for how many years and I’m just now finding that out?”
“Yep.”
“Well, shit.”
#this is the longest single story i have wrote on this blog#trent sawyer#brock reynolds#seal team#series
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You mentioned previously that "Winter doesn’t do as she says" and I just wanted to ask if you could expound on that more, and just how obvious that is to others on a scale of May, the other Happy Huntresses and *Theodore* all complaining to Weiss about it when she comes back, to Weiss being the one going "Please tell me you didn't believe her" to Penny telling Winter "They still believe you"? Or everyone knows, a few close people figure it out, or practically no one knows?
that is a VERY good question, but i’m afraid my answer is going to frustrate you, because...well.
so i’m May Marigold, right (narrator: she is not May Marigold), and i have...knowledge of Winter Schnee due to rubbing shoulders (among other things) with her when we were both horrific and wee, but i haven’t really thought about her for awhile because i had other things on my mind and still kinda do! i’ve retained a vague and jaded perception of how she works, though, mainly that for all the airs she puts on she’s kind of a loose cannon, usually For Good (haha geddit), but frustratingly won’t commit to her good deeds in a comprehensive manner that contributes meaningfully to the world. the first time i see her up close in years she’s flying through a portal on a gust of wind and BLUE SPARKLES, and the first two things i see her do after that is 1) burst into tears, and 2) charge screaming into a seething mass of Grimm. i might remember at this point that Winter had a sister of some kind, but maybe not anymore because i don’t see her, so it’s not too hard to come to the conclusion that, oh, Winter seems quite distraught, she really did care about her sister, she really does care, even though most of the things that come out of her mouth scream edgelord social Darwinist bullshit, i wonder if there’s some kind of discrepancy over what she’s been conditioned to regurgitate and what she actually believes--
and then i think: wait a sec. why the fuck do i care about this, actually?
apologies for the roundabout melodrama, but i hope it at least demonstrates my point, which is that: it would be fairly easy for anyone to figure out Winter’s whole “do as i say while i do the opposite of as i say!!” deal, if anyone cared to, but...everyone’s a little busy right now, including Winter herself.
i feel like i’m always going back to this, but: there is an important discrepancy between being a member of the audience who can perceive these characters from a distance and being a character in the thick of it. we know that Winter as a character is being narratively framed as a kind of Emotional Ground Zero among the folks in Vacuo, but everyone in the story itself is preoccupied with their own problems. so what the Happy Huntresses, the evacuees, the folks of Vacuo will know, because it’s what AFFECTS them, is that Winter is inconsistent. that she will spout the company line one second and then toss that into the wind the next, and sometimes that’s good and sometimes it’s definitely not.
they could probably work out the whens and hows of Winter breaking her own rules, because she is nothing if not exactly one crisis response copied and pasted over and over, but...when would they have time to? why would they consider it worth their time? Winter is actively affecting their lives for good and for ill, and there’s no way for them to be objective outside observers (assuming such a thing exists) of her behavior. this is actually true even of Weiss and Penny: i say that Weiss “knows” Winter doesn’t do as she says, but that knowledge is mixed up in the other things she has internalized equally from Winter--things like i’m not always going to be around to save you. Weiss and Penny made a concerted effort to reconcile Winter’s contradictions and conclude that the sum of Winter is good, but it was an effort, and they did it because they loved her.
most people in Vacuo aren’t capable of giving Winter that latitude right now, and even more importantly--Winter is not capable of giving HERSELF that latitude. she never has been. Winter is not contradictory out of conscious will. we are neither dealing with someone who goes “no cookies before bed!!! ;)” nor *insert whatever serious hairy mercenary who has bonded with a non-serious-hairy-mercenary entity fandom is gushing over this week.* i’ve touched on this a few times already, but my read of Winter has always been that she is pure praxis without theory. she can parrot the (now confusingly contradictory) ideologies that have been forced into her, but Winter does not believe what she says, and Winter does not know what she believes until she is In the Moment, and she refuses to extrapolate those moments into a concrete worldview. she is naturally inclined toward collaboration and teamwork and categorical good (i.e., you do the right thing because it’s the right thing), but until recently those inclinations have never been tolerated much less praised. Winter is affecting everyone else with her words and deeds, but Winter is also affecting herself, and there’s no way to hit the pause button on that either. the ways Winter has been policed and been made to police herself for her whole life will take time and effort to untangle, and given that she lost literally all of the mainstays in her life in the span of an hour, she’s...not going to be able to make headway in that for a while, and not without help.
to be clear: she WILL receive that help. RWBY is if nothing else a show that believes in going above and beyond (within reason) to reach suffering people, and Winter won’t be an exception to that. eventually we will reach a point where people just roll their eyes whenever she says something fash, or does something pointlessly sacrificial. but that's going to take time and effort from everyone--even Weiss and Penny. even Winter.
hell, especially Winter.
#Anonymous#winter schnee#helen writes meta#not to turn this into press junket for my fic but like#i find it so interesting (not bad! tbc) that so many commenters are anticipating A Moment where everyone realizes winter is Suffering#when to me it's...not about the realization. they already know! she's very bad at hiding it!#to me it's about what everyone (especially winter) does with this information#and the short answer is...not a lot of good things! at first
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This or That 6
Harry Potter Marauder AU
Link to chapter 5
Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader. Sirius Black x Reader
Rating: M- smut
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The next morning, James and Sirius were still angry over the whole Ambrosia kissing Regulus incident. Both boys waited for you to come down into the common room for breakfast. When you didn’t show, they shrugged and went down to the great hall alone.
“We have to do something.”
Sirius said, angrily. James gave his best friend a look before reaching out and grabbing Sirius’ arm.
“Can you not hit on her? She is having a hard enough time already.”
Sirius sighed.
“Look, Prongs. I get it. She wants Regulus. Y/n doesn’t want me...like that. I was going to apologize to her for being a massive dick to her too. She deserves that.”
James was clearly pleased.
“There’s my best friend! Why don’t you offer to go with her to Slughorn’s Christmas party tonight...as friends. Something tells me that she won’t be going with Reg.”
Sirius shook his head.
“I am not going to Slughorn's merry get together. I have a better idea. We’ll have a party. Just our circle. That will bring Y/n some joy. It's the people who care for her the most.”
James considered Sirius’ plan as they walked into the great hall.
“Great idea. Hey, Regulus is looking rough this morning. Let’s go spread joy.”
Sirius smirked at where his little brother sat with his group of idiot friends. Regulus definitely didn’t look happy. His face was sour as he kept glancing to the Gryffindor table for any sign of you.
“I like to spread joy.”
“You two aren’t spreading joy without me.”
Both Sirius and James turned as Remus ran up. Both boys were clearly pleased to see Remus running up to defend your honor.
“Moony, I was wondering where you were.”
Sirius said, happily. Remus nodded.
“I didn’t want Y/n dating him in the first place. I knew that this would be nothing short of a disaster.”
James elbowed Sirius.
“So about that spreading joy thing?”
The three boys wore matching smirks as they walked past the Slytherin table. Sirius was the first to stop. Regulus, Evan, and Ambrosia (who Sirius noted looked pretty depressed herself) all looked up at him.
“Bitch, jerk, and fruit salad. Hope you all are having a lovely day.”
It took all that James had not to break down with laughter over Sirius using Lily’s “special” nickname for Ambrosia. Regulus was on his feet with his wand out in less than three seconds. He was ready to hex his brother for even speaking to him that morning.
Evan reached up and tugged Regulus back down.
“He isn’t worth it.”
Evan said, sounding almost bored.
“You all are some mean little twats, you know that?”
James snapped. Remus quickly came in.
“I told my sister not to date you. I knew that you would just break her heart. It only took you two months. I was holding out for 5. Sirius disagreed. He said you wouldn’t make it 3.”
Regulus’ eyes had darkened as he glared at Remus.
“Go suck on a loafer, Lupin.”
Regulus didn’t curse much. That was another way that he and Sirius differed. Every other word out of Sirius’ mouth was a curse word. Regulus, on the other hand, didn’t curse. He considered it “beneath him.”
“Do you kiss my sister with that mouth? Oh wait, she just dumped you.”
James was about to make another joke at Regulus’ expense but before he could you walked up.
“That’s enough, boys.”
You said, calmly. As much as you didn’t want to, you met Regulus’ gaze. His face was screaming “I’m sorry” as he stood.
“We were just having some fun with these twat waffles.”
James said with a grin. He put an arm around you and smirked how instantly jealous Regulus appeared.
“Let’s go. They aren’t worth it.”
You said. Regulus finally remembered how to talk. You guessed he was struggling with words or trying to keep his raging temper in check.
“What about Slughorn’s party? You already have a dress.”
Regulus ignored the way Evan was smirking at him. Evan knew exactly what Regulus meant. Your mother and father spent a lot of money on that dress. It was money that your family didn’t have. This was yet another reason that Evan didn’t see you as a proper girlfriend for his best friend. Poor families didn’t have any business mingling with the upper class.
“I’m not going and definitely not with you.”
Your response was cruel and you knew it. However, you wanted to hurt Regulus as badly as he hurt you. You couldn’t help but wonder if he actually cared about you at all? You were hurt and irrational...misery truly loves company.
Boyfriends don't’ kiss other girls in front of their girlfriends…
Your mind supplied as Sirius grinned.
“I’ll go with you. I don’t really know any of those nerds except Evans and yourself but I’m free tonight.”
You internally smacked yourself in the head. Regulus was seething now! He pointed his wand right at Sirius and muttered a curse. Thankfully, Sirius was quick enough to repel the curse with an amused laugh.
“I’m not going to the party, thank you. Now let's go. This is getting out of hand.”
You grabbed a hold of Remus and Sirius’ arms before tugging them away with you. James smiled as if he had won some grand prize before following you to the Gryffindor table.
Lily and Marlene had been watching the spat from their places.
“We were waiting for someone to start hexing the other. Regulus lasted longer than expected.”
Marlene commented. You sat down in a huff. This was the last way that you wanted to spend your morning. You had all intentions of going to Regulus and ending things properly. If he wanted to kiss Ambrosia, he could have at it. So what if you were devastated? Clearly, your feelings didn’t matter to Regulus in the slightest. He couldn’t defend you against his stupid friends so why even bother with a relationship?
“The little git thought that she would still go to that party with him.”
James commented. Lily frowned.
“So, you’re not going now? Who will James and I talk to?”
You smiled at the offended expression on James' face.
“Each other, maybe?”
Sirius had kept his eye on his little brother who looked close to frustrated tears. This totally shocked Sirius. The last time that he had seen Regulus cry was when Orion was using the cruciatus curse on Sirius for breaking a window. Regulus was 8 years old at the time and sobbing in the doorway. Orion had yelled at Regulus telling him to suck it up. After that Regulus didn’t cry anymore. He just looked indifferent toward everything.
Maybe he actually does care about her?
Sirius thought, feeling a bit guilty about the earlier scene. He pulled himself from his thoughts and turned back to his friends.
“Better idea, instead of Slughorn's boring ass party, why don’t we all have one of our own. You know our inner circle?”
Lily shook her head.
“We have to go. These parties are a big deal. Slughorn will be devastated. Y/n just come with James and I. Yeah, it may be a little unorthodox but it can be fun.”
James nodded.
“I can dance with you both.”
You shook your head, giving them both a frown.
“Way to make me a third wheel.”
Sirius put his fork down and turned to you.
“Go with me.”
Sirius wasn’t surprised when you scooted away.
“Sirius, that is a horrible idea.”
He held his hands up defensively.
“We can go as friends. Y/n, I’m sorry. I know that I have been a real git myself to you. I know that you want Regulus and I’m okay with that. What I am not okay with is how he is treating you and how our friendship is going. We’ve been friends too damn long to let it go out like this.”
Sirius was relieved when you smiled.
“You’re right. We have been.”
You didn’t care about admitting that you missed your friendship with Sirius.
“That would be really nice. I would like that.”
It was cruel what you were doing. You knew that you turning up with Sirius would break Regulus’ heart. This would be Regulus having to face his worst fear...losing you to Sirius.
It really isn’t like that but it will appear that way.
Maybe Regulus would then see how you felt seeing Ambrosia kiss him. It was devastating!
That evening you sat as Marlene put the finishing touches on your makeup. She clasped her hands together before putting her makeup away.
“Y/n, you are so beautiful! It's no wonder that you have Sirius and Regulus fighting over you.”
You rolled your eyes.
“It isn’t as glamorous as it seems. Trust me.”
Lily walked in with a small box in her hands. She smiled before putting the box in your lap.
“This is from Regulus.”
Your mouth dropped as you quickly undid the cute little bow. What was Regulus thinking? Did he think that sending you some cheesy letter in a box was going to win you back?
“I wonder why he is sending me something?
You commented before reading the name on the box.
“Tiffanys?”
Marlene shrugged.
“Must be some kind of muggle brand? Seems kind of odd that Regulus went with a muggle brand seeing how he is.”
Lily’s mouth dropped as she scooted closer.
“Tiffanys if super expensive.”
Marlene nodded as it all began to click. Of course, Regulus would send you some over the top expensive gift. His family was good for it.
Your mouth dropped as you looked at the most beautiful pair of pearl earrings and a matching necklace that you had ever seen! This was the first piece of truly nice jewelry that you ever owned.
“Wow, these are beautiful. I can’t keep them though.”
Marlene jumped up.
“What are you talking about? Regulus wouldn’t have given them to you if he didn’t want you to have them?”
You sighed and closed the little box.
“He probably got them before yesterday and they just turned up. I can’t keep anything that expensive. Lily, tell Sirius that I am not going to the party. I have to get out of here.”
You ignored your friends pleading for you to come back as you dashed out of the common room.
Marlene sighed.
“Well, what do we do now.”
Lily silently thought for a moment before speaking.
“I’m going to get Regulus.”
(1 hour later)
You sat huddled in Moaning Myrtle's lavatory. Typically you would just sit by the window and look outside. Tonight, however, you didn’t even want Myrtle to talk to you. You went into one of the stalls and closed the door. Sinking down, you wanted nothing more than to spend the evening in tears.
The sound of the door opening and close made you stop. You couldn’t help but wonder who in the right mind was coming in here? Most people were scared to death of even crossing Myrtle so coming into her bathroom was insane.
You listened to the footsteps as they inched closer.
“Y/n?”
Your heart began to pound hearing Regulus’ voice. Putting a hand to your mouth, you choked back a sob that was still trying to go through you.
“Y/n, I know that you are in here. Lily told me so. I can also smell your perfume.”
You watched, from your place on the floor, as his feet stepped closer and closer. When the door tried to open and wouldn’t budge, he sighed. Regulus could see the outline of your body in the poorly lit room.
Regulus slowly sank to the floor on his knees.
“I’m sorry about yesterday. I never meant to hurt you. Darling, I know that you probably don’t believe me but I had nothing to do with Ambrosia kissing me. I wouldn’t have done it to hurt you.”
When you didn’t reply, Regulus slowly sat down and leaned back against the door. This was not how he envisioned spending your last night together before the Christmas holiday. Regulus didn’t know what else to say. He had warned you that he was clueless when it came to being a boyfriend.
“I love you, Y/n. Ambrosia is jealous. I never cared for her as I do you.”
“You’re better off with her.”
You finally replied. Regulus frowned.
“Why would you say something like that?”
“Your friends won’t treat her like crap or a second class citizen. I’m always going to be that person and you won’t do anything about it. I want to be alone.”
Regulus could see your hand within inches of his. He slowly reached out and covered your hand with his.
“I was wrong to let them talk to you like that. It will not happen again. You make me happy...she doesn’t. She doesn’t make me feel loved as you do. Please come out. I don’t want to be alone again. I’ve felt alone my whole life. Sirius left me. I don’t want to lose you too.”
You turned your hand enough to feel Regulus’ palm against yours. Pressing your lips together, you fought back another urge to cry. This was the most that Regulus had opened up to you since that first day of being a couple. He was clearly trying. Putting his reserved closed-off nature to the side and letting you know what he was feeling said a lot.
Regulus, meanwhile, almost cried himself when your hand pulled away from his. The moment that he heard the door unlocking he jumped up. Maybe you were giving him a second chance?
The moment that you opened the door, it took all that he had not to pull you against him. Your pretty green eyes were puffy from crying and your make up was ruined but Regulus didn’t care. You were beyond lovely in the silver dress that you were wearing.
“Come here.”
Regulus said holding his arms out. You didn’t need to be told twice before throwing your arms around Regulus’ shoulders as he held you back. Snuggling your face into his shoulder, you didn’t want to let him go.
“I’m sorry, love. Please don’t hate me.”
Regulus’ voice was gentle as he did whatever he could to comfort you. After a few moments, you slowly looked up at him. Regulus appeared as devastated as you were. Now he reminded you of the sad boy that you had also noticed walking through the hallways. The boy whose parents never said that they loved him...the boy that you needed and who needed you.
“I don’t hate you.”
You said before pulling him down into a kiss. Regulus’ eyes instantly snapped closed as he deepened the kiss.
“I could kiss your lips forever.”
He said as his eyes fluttered open. The two of you stood nuzzling your noses against each other while simply enjoying the moment.
“Would you like to go to the room of requirement?”
You asked. Regulus’ opened his eyes.
“Are you sure you want to give up your virginity to me now? I figured that I would be grounded.”
You shook your head.
“Now is a perfect time.”
Regulus wrapped his hand around yours and quickly tugged you toward the bathroom door.
The two of you snuck through the hallways avoiding teachers and prefects. Regulus held the door to the room of requirement open before rushing in after you and casting a locking charm. The last thing that he wanted was for anyone to disturb the two of you.
Meanwhile, you were looking around the room with a smile. A bed was already waiting for the two of you. Regulus’ arms wrapped around you from behind.
“We don’t have to rush.”
He whispered, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.
“I’m ready.”
You said, hoping that you sounded as confident as you felt. Regulus reached up for the zipper on your dress and slowly pulled downward.
“You’re beautiful. Y/n, you’re the only girl that I want in my bed.”
Where his sudden surge of bravery came from...Regulus wasn’t sure. He had been dying to get his hands on you for ages. From the first kiss, he wanted you desperately but he couldn't ruin your first time due to him being a horny mess.
You stepped out of your dress as Regulus turned you in his arms. His eyes slowly rolled down your body. Suddenly, you felt very timid in front of him. You quickly pulled your hands in front of your bra-covered breasts. Regulus gently pulled you toward the bed and sat you on his lap.
“Don’t hide.”
He reached behind you and tugged on the bra’s clasp until it was undone. You let Regulus remove the lace fabric and toss it to the ground. He smiled the moment that your bare breasts were visible to him.
“May I touch you?”
You nodded frantically as Regulus rubbed his thumb over your nipple before reaching out, taking the sensitive bud into his mouth.
“Reggie.”
You sighed his name, stroking his curls. Regulus groaned and lifted his hips enough to press himself against your core. You had quickly become aware of how hard he was with each thrust.
“Let’s get the rest of these clothes off.”
Regulus said as he began tugging at his tie and the buttons of his shirt. You, reluctantly, climbed off of his lap so he could finish undressing.
“Go ahead and lay back.”
He said softly. That overwhelming sense of nervousness returned. You swallowed as you gazed at Regulus’ body.
How is that going to fit inside of me?
You thought, nervously. At the moment, you were thankful that Lily and Marlene had told you what to expect the first time.
It won’t feel great at first. Burns like hell...but it will start feeling nice quickly if Regulus knows what he’s doing.
Regulus grabbed his wand and pointed it to your stomach to mutter a quick contraceptive charm. His eyes were all over your body before biting his bottom lip.
“I want to take my sweet precious time and have you begging for it. Put your legs up and spread them a bit.”
You quickly did as you were told as Regulus took his place between your spread legs. He leaned down for a quick kiss then kissed his way down your body. You sighed with each kiss but froze as he reached your belly button.
“Regulus, what are you doing?”
His eyes rolled up with a wicked little grin. He stroked his finger over your folds sending you into a wiggling moan.
“I want to kiss you here.”
His right hand stroked over your thigh.
“And here...I want to put love bites all over those pretty thighs.”
Where this Regulus came from you weren’t sure. This Regulus was more than sure of himself. Maybe you owed Ambrosia a thank you after all?
Regulus’ lips were on your thighs as he flipped his shaggy hair over his shoulder. In the candlelight of the room, his eyes seemed two shades darker. You fought back little moans as he peppered your thighs with butterfly kisses before finally biting down.
“Oh, Merlin!”
You squeaked as he sucked harshly at the tender skin of your thighs. Regulus smirked as he leaned back admiring his work. As far as he was concerned, you were about to be marked up for the rest of forever.
His eyes drifted to your core. From where Regulus sat, he could see that you were already glistening wet.
“Can I kiss you here?”
He asked, this time he pressed on your clit firmly with his thumb. Your hips involuntarily bucked as you nodded. Regulus slowly lay down on his stomach to continue his game of butterfly kisses on your mound. When you sighed in frustration his tongue finally made contact. You could have come apart but what he was going alone.
“Don’t come.”
Regulus ordered. You spent the next few moments hyper-focused on the ball of tension that was building with each swipe of his tongue.
“Reggie, please.”
You gasped.
“Regulus.”
He snapped. You smiled at the bossy tone of his voice and reached for his hair. Twirling your fingers in the silky strands, you couldn't help it. You came. Regulus quickly put his mouth back to you and helped you through your orgasm.
“That was beautiful.”
Regulus said with a happy smirk of approval before rising up.
“I’m pushing in now...just the tip at first. This may sting.”
Regulus’ voice was strained as he adjusted himself to your opening and slowly pushed inside. The moment that your body clenched around him; Regulus froze. He leaned down to feverishly kiss you.
“I’m sorry.”
He cooed. You shook your head.
“Just do it, please.”
You said through gritted teeth as each inch of his body pushed further inside. The full feeling didn’t ease up for a good moment either.
“Regulus, please.”
You cried. Regulus’ eyes were clenched shut.
“I’m about to come. Give me a moment.”
The two of you remained in the same position for a moment before Regulus nodded and shoved all the way in. You cried out from underneath him. Regulus quickly leaned down to kiss you gently.
“It's over, sweetheart. Tell me when you want me to move.”
You waited a moment longer as your body adjusted before raising your hips.
“Now, please move.”
Regulus quickly pulled out and eased back in. With each snap of his hips, you were again falling further and further over the edge.
“Coming.”
Regulus groaned through gritted teeth before sending both of you over the edge. Neither Regulus nor yourself wanted to move for a few moments. You lay lazily twirling your fingers in his sweat-drenched hair.
“Just so you know I can last longer than five minutes.”
Regulus said with a lazy smile. You giggled.
“I don’t doubt you.”
Regulus was the first to pull away. He reached for his wand and quickly cleaned up the mess that he left inside of you.
“This was a lot better than Slughorn’s Christmas party.”
You nodded, yawning as Regulus curled up beside you.
“Totally.”
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family
not me jumping onto the shusumi week train when there’s only a few days left
i apparently used all my braincells to make this fic and saved none for the title
i...was very much possessed by a writing ghost when doing this. i was just reading some fics and suddenly had the idea for this and then an hour later, i had this fic. i was actually going for seasons when i first wrote this, but it very much turned more into a family piece, so here we are.
i’ve been a persona fan since about 2018, but this is my first work and, honestly, i’m really surprised it’s not shuake/akeshu since they’re usually my main ship. but the beauty of multi-shipping is that i can also love shusumi! i just think they’re really neat.
also, gonna be honest, i... think? this counts as shusumi? even though the focus is a lot more on family than anything else. i wanted to do a more internal piece about sumire and her thoughts after the events of royal, which i think i more or less got across here. there is definitely some shusumi in the end, though!
anyway, without further ado, i hope you enjoy!
if you’re in this tag, you probably don’t need this, but just in case: ***persona 5 royal third semester spoliers ahead!***
word count: 1.6k summary: sumire visits kasumi a year after the accident and reflects on everything that’s changed in the last year.
no beta, we die like men (i’m sorry in advance if there are mistakes, though!)
“I can’t believe it’s been a year.”
It was spring. The trees were green and blooming with flowers, the air perfumed with their sweet scent. Below them, rows upon rows of stones lined the grass, gray and somber, though some holding a pop of color from leftover flowers. A lone girl stood at one, clutching her own bouquet in hand, sakura petals clinging to her red hair.
She should be with her friends right now, celebrating their graduations and having their going away parties. But she couldn’t. Not after everything that had happened. Not without telling Kasumi first.
Of course you’d be the stick in the mud who had to ruin their days, a far too familiar voice seethed in her mind. She did her best to ignore it.
She bit her lip, wondering where to begin. How to begin. So much had happened that it seemed almost like a dream.
“I don’t even know where to start, but I guess the beginning is better than nothing, right?” Sumire sighed. “Honestly, you were always better at this than I was, but I’m going to do my best.”
And so she began. From living life as Kasumi for so many months to cope, to her short time as a Phantom Thief and battling monsters they had only heard of in storybooks, to her days of being lost as Sumire and denying the truth, to finally accepting herself with the help of her friends and-
“Akira...” she trailed off and felt herself smiling just at his name. “You would have loved Akira. He’s the one who was there through it all. He met me as, well, you, but he still likes me as Sumire and-“ She felt her cheeks warm, thinking of his ridiculous, yet romantic antics since she had blurted out that confession. And the fact that he had reciprocated-
Sumire shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts and her blush. That was a story for another time, another visit.
“Anyway, he’s actually the leader of the Phantom Thieves, but he also goes to Shujin. Things didn’t start out that well for him there, but he faced it all head on and did some incredible things. And he met so many people and has so many great friends.”
She paused. “Well, I guess they’re kind of my friends, too, now.” She shrugged to herself. “I wish you could meet them, Kasumi. You would fit right in, as usual. They’re all so kind and caring and funny and- I never thought I would meet people like them. Like I know you always had amazing friends, but for so long, I didn’t think I would ever meet people like that.”
I didn’t think I deserved friends like that, the thought rose in the back of her mind.
The stone in front of her said nothing. Not that she expected it to, but it felt nice talking to it anyway. She played with the edges of her bangs, lost in thought for a moment.
“But...that’s in the past.” She gripped the flowers in her hand tighter, her voice rising as her resolve hardened. “I made a lot of mistakes before, Kasumi, but I’m not going to make them again. I’m going to live my own life and make our dreams come true as Sumire Yoshizawa!”
Again, the stone said nothing. Her words hung in the air for a moment, only to be blown away by the breeze. She fiddled with the violets in her hand.
“I thought you’d like these. I know they’re your favorite.” She tried to smile, only for it to fall moments later. She tried to swallow the lump quickly forming in her throat.
“I know I didn’t tell you this when you were here, but I miss you. I miss you so much it hurts.” Her throat felt tight, her chest hollow, like something had carved a hole into it, never to be filled again. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as her head dropped, the old familiar feelings of guilt and despair slipping through the walls she had carefully built back up the last few months.
“I feel like I’m messing this up; I was never good with speeches like this.” She sniffled, pulling off her glasses to swipe at her eyes. “I just wish you could be here somehow.”
She closed her eyes, wishing just for a moment, for a sign that her sister was listening. The spring breeze picked up again, rustling the leaves of the trees around her. She opened her eyes to see the petals spinning in a circle, almost like they were dancing in a swirl of pink. It reminded her of the pink ribbons she and her sister had first practiced with, of dancing with her friends and of gymnastics and everything that she loved.
Perhaps it had been simply a coincidence or perhaps she was making something out of nothing, but it was enough. It was a reminder to live. To live their dream, to live her life.
Sumire smiled and sighed when the petals fell back to the ground as the breeze lessened.
“I’ll be back soon, Kasumi. I’m going to a graduation party for two of my friends! Makoto and Haru, I’ll tell you more about them next time.” She placed the flowers carefully into their designated spot. “And I’ll make sure to bring new flowers next time, too! And... maybe I’ll bring Akira next time. So you can meet him.”
With nothing in her hands, she fiddled with the hem of her coat, feeling like there was something left to say still, despite knowing that she likely didn’t have much time left.
“I don’t know what’s coming next, but I know you’ll be there with me, Kasumi.” Pink flowers fell on the gray stone and for a moment she could imagine them caught in brown hair instead. “I’m sorry it took me so long to realize that, but I’m glad I know now. I really am going to do my best to make our dreams come true, Kasumi. And I’m going to keep on going and live my own life! I promise.”
With a firm nod to herself, Sumire cast one last look at her sister’s headstone before returning to the walking path. Sakura blossoms covered the top, with purple violets at the bottom. Small sprouts of white flowers had begun to bloom at its base, leaving little gray showing through. Colorful and full of life, just like Kasumi.
Sumire turned back to the pathway and made her way back down to the entrance, full of hope for the future to come.
-
At the entrance, a boy with black hair and glasses stood, lost in thought, his hair covered in sakura petals as well.
Whether it was from leftover abilities from the Metaverse or he was just that perceptive - she was betting on the latter - he turned toward her as she descended the last few steps down to meet him.
Akira said nothing, just opened his arms to pull her close and rest his chin on the top of her head. She sank into the embrace, feeling the heaviness in her heart lighten just a bit. His hugs were great, but they weren’t magic, even if he liked to say they were. They had a long road ahead, especially her, but she knew they could get through it together.
“Thank you for waiting,” she said, more into his coat than to him. “I’m sorry it took so long.”
“It’s fine. I knew it was important.”
Sumire tightened her arms around him, nestling further into his chest, wishing they could just stay like that forever. But she knew that wasn’t possible, so instead, she looked up.
She had seen a lot of his smiles in the time she’d known him, but she’d only seen this one once before. It was on Valentine’s Day, when his usual smirks and grins had softened into the one he wore now, a quiet little thing that held such care and love that it made her heart clench.
“I’m proud of you, you know that?”
She blinked at him. “Why?”
“I know how hard it was to handle everything, let alone talk to your sister about it. But you did it. That takes a lot of guts, Sumire.”
She felt her face redden and that soft smile edged slightly into his familiar grin.
“I-It wasn’t that big of a deal,” she stammered out. “I mean, I wouldn’t have had the guts to even come here if you weren’t with me, senpai, and even then I didn’t do anything that special!”
Akira laughed, probably at how easy it was to still make her blush around him. He was so annoying sometimes and he knew it.
But then he was serious again and searched her eyes for a moment.
“Are you going to be okay? We can always just stay at LeBlanc and watch movies if you don’t feel up to the party later.”
Sumire shook her head, feeling more okay than she had in a long time. “I want to go and be with our friends. I’ll be okay.”
He smiled and kissed her, a simple, short thing that had done a dozen times at this point, but it never failed to make her head spin and her heart sing.
“If you’re sure,” he said as they separated, only to link their hands as they walked to the station. She squeezed it and felt herself smile, more of the heaviness in her heart lifting at the thought of seeing her friends soon.
“Time to celebrate!” she cheered into the early April sky, the sun seeming to shine brighter in agreement. Hand in hand, they ran toward the station, to meet their friends and celebrate the start of something new.
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so that was sure something. i hope you enjoyed it?
sorry, it’s not on ao3 - i just...have not set my account up, so all of my fics are very much just vibing on tumblr. one day i’ll finish setting up my ao3.... one day...
anyway, let me know if you like this! i honestly have no idea if i’m going to be doing any of the other days, but we’ll see.
#shusumiweek#shusumiweek2021#akira kurusu#sumire yoshizawa#persona 5 royal spoilers#shusumi#my writing#i cannot believe i churned out a fic like this after months of writers block#will this inspiration stick around? doubtful
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I wanted to share a prompt! Hope is ok ❤️: Emma is norman's bodyguard. And he's so cute 😳. But she has to focus because she's a professional 😎. But he's so sweet and treats her like she was a princess! But he's also super important and she needs to give the 100% to protect him. But the way he calls her, it's just... Would be people surprised if she falls for him? What would people think if she tries to take him for her 🤭😏.
This took a while.
Here’s Lyn’s first contribution to the N/E tag for 2021 on Tumblr.
I personally enjoyed writing this because it’s so angsty, but it’s a dessert with a cherry on top for an ending.
I. There was no fitting person for the job other than her.
With a slender built, an agile reflex, and a taste for anything below the surface of safety, she was more than willing to accept the terms and conditions that came with the job.
"Oliver tells me you're experienced in this line of work," said Ray, the person-in-charge with most of the personal bodyguards assigned to the Minerva Family. "You do know that individuals who prefer this line of work are the ones who have —"
"— nothing left to lose, I know," she continued. This line was something she had memorized long ago. "No one will be looking for me if I do lose my life somewhere along the line. I have no more family to go back to."
Her father had died a couple of years back. Incarcerated for a murder she knew he did not commit, and died a sorrowful death behind bars because of an undetected disease.
Since then, she had taken a liking to the profession of looking after people; being a bodyguard gave her a purpose to live, and another way to make amends with her helplessness.
Ray's face echoed skepticism. "As long as you won't die before the person you're in charge of, then there won't be any problems. At least during this coming election period. Your service is of utmost importance."
Emma released a deep sigh upon learning that she had finally landed this job. "Who am I in-charge of protecting?"
"The heir of the Minerva Family," he answered as he flipped through her folder full of credentials one last time. "Consider this as your first day on the job. Here's the itinerary for today. He's a very busy person but make sure you leave a good impression."
He? She had never worked as a bodyguard for any man before, but being ever-so devoted to what she did for a living, she shoved the underlying curiosity in her mind.
Emma nodded submissively as she extended her hand to claim the supposed itinerary and immediately implanted the details inside her head. The idea to process everything in an instant was something she was good at.
"Memorized it?" Ray quipped, a challenging smirk making its way to his lips.
"Yes," she beamed, "I’ve memorized it by heart."
"Do you still have any inquiries about what your job will be? About the person you're in charge of?"
She shook her head in an absolute stance. "I think I'm well-informed."
"Good, because here comes the Minerva you're in-charge of."
She heard the simultaneous clicking of heels against the marbled floors, and when the door to the room opened, she swang her head to officially meet him with a smile.
Instead of a smile on her lips, she only registered an expression of awe; lips parted in wordless wonder and eyes widened with a different kind of expectation.
He was the first to move on, reflecting the same enchantment on his face, and spoke, "You must be —"
"Emma," she supplied. "I'm Emma Mikhaylov, and starting today, I'll be your personal bodyguard, Sir Minerva."
He smiled, and she was sure that it might've made her heart twitch a bit. "It's nice to meet you, Emma. Are you aware of our itinerary for today?"
She looked over at Ray, and back at the heir. Her breath hitched upon answering. "Yes, sir."
There was one thing that Ray failed to mention.
Norman Minerva, the heir to the family of politicians, was a damn well-proportioned, good-looking man.
II.
"How are you supposed to protect me if you're the one behind the wheels?"
It was another one of his comments that initially swayed her to think that he wasn't just one of those old money brats from a political dynasty.
It had been three months of being his bodyguard, and she couldn't deny that he was suspiciously treating her better than how he did with others.
Without taking her eyes off the road, she answered, "It's my job to chaperone you, too."
He subtly scratched his head. "Do I have to spell it out for you that I want you next to me? We could've asked Ray to chaperone us, could we not?"
"Ah, but Ray is out doing his own chaperoning for your sister."
He snorted. "There is no winning that. He fancies my sister, after all."
Emma chuckled lightly. "Miss Anna is really lovely. I doubt anyone would second-guess their attraction towards her, sir."
"Emma." There was a sternness to the way he said her name that made her slightly jolt in her seat. "I've told you a thousand times to simply call me by my name."
"It's inappro—"
"It is not," Norman sighed heavily, thinking how many times they've had this conversation. "I already told you that I do not think of you merely as my bodyguard. I simply enjoy your company and I think you know by now that I fancy you. We should try to be more casual."
This brought out another laughter from her, yet it was laced with awe and disbelief. She hoped that he couldn't see how hard she was trying to gulp down her nerves.
"That isn't part of my job description, si— Norman. What you're suggesting is highly inappropriate."
Norman raised a skeptical brow from the rearview mirror, and she tensed in her seat when his eyes bore into hers. "But you find Anna and Ray's illicit affair romantic? What makes my attraction for you different from theirs?"
Emma took a deep breath and internally reminded herself that she was a professional. This was not something she should be entangled in, especially since her sole purpose was to keep him safe until the elections were over.
She was simply thankful that they had arrived at the first one on his itinerary. "Would you look at that? We're here! Wait for me to open your door, okay?"
"Emma, you don't have to —"
She whipped her head and raised a finger. "No buts. This is my job."
It was when she got out of the car and paused for a second did she let the facade fade from her face.
Just being in the same space with him was getting harder and harder each day.
III.
It was rare for her to curse, but given the scenario they were in, it was hard not to.
"Damn election period," Emma hissed at the side, aiming the gun towards the door.
The Minerva Estate was breached and unidentified men were detected rummaging within the massive palazzo. Ruckus could be heard from the outside of the walls, and the more it came, the more fear resonated between her fingertips.
"Emma!" Norman cried out from within the confines of his walk-in closet, drenched in his own fear and misgivings. "Let me out this instant!"
It was rare of him to question his lack of strength or physical means to pry a door open; this was one of those rare occurrences.
"No can do, Norman," she vocalized it with depth, making it known to him that there was no way she was letting him out for the sake of his safety. "Stay right there. It's for your own good."
In a hysterical voice, he rebutted, "And what about you? Why can you not hide here with me?"
She found the whole thing utterly ridiculous. "Are you insane? I'm your bodyguard, remember? It's my job to keep you safe!"
"And what will I do if you die trying to protect me?" His words were more of a plea than a question, knotting within the hollows of his stomach.
"I cannot lose you, Emma."
She hissed at the words, and begrudgingly closed her eyes before snapping her view at the walk-in closet.
"And I cannot lose you!" She almost screeched it — everything that she had been bottling inside for the sake of her sanity, eating away every bit of suppressed emotions that she carefully placed at the back of her heart. "I will not allow anything or anyone to bring you harm. I can’t let another person I care for die! This is my job —"
"Who cares about this job —"
"— and this is what I feel for you! Do I have to make it more obvious?" She gritted her teeth and sucked in what was left of her confidence and her time.
He couldn't see her face, but as she spoke, he could imagine her smiling, the one that was ever-so bright in his eyes and never wavered.
"I'm keeping you safe not only because it's my job, but also because... I love you."
The sounds of constricted breathing inside the closet kept crushing her from the inside.
"Emma, I —!"
It left him no room to speak when he heard the door to his room opened, and the succession of gunshots took place.
Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes turned into hours.
Silence consumed him, yet successions of calling out her name proved no merit.
She never answered.
IV.
"You are an idiot! An idiot, I tell you!"
Emma winced, not only for the pain inflicted on her by the graze of a bullet but also for the commotion caused by the man that had just barged through the door.
One look at him was enough of sedation for her; he was unscathed and safe.
She was about to lift herself up, gradually moving to position herself to sit on the bed, when his pair of arms reached out and enclasped her in an embrace.
His smelt of honeydew mixed with smoke, and she could feel the debris of wherever he had gotten himself into while she was asleep, against her cheek. Hearing his raspy shivered breathing against her ear struck every nerve on her body and the amount of tension on the tips of his fingers indicated that he was beyond worried for her dear life instead of his.
If they weren't surrounded by a mountain of eyes that would dare scrutinize this shared moment between then, she would've tackled him to the ground herself.
"I'm glad you're ok—"
"You idiot! Don't ever do that again!" His voice was demanding — pleading even, and seething through her skin. "I thought... I thought I lost you!"
His arms remained tightened around her, and she could only eye Ray with green eyes full of hesitancy. He only shrugged, but the way he cradled the smirk on his lips wasn't enough to deceive her.
She was merely her bodyguard.
She had no rights to him.
"Earlier," he voiced out, trembling, "You told me what you felt. What was I supposed to do inside that closet you locked me in, Emma?!"
The way he held her instigated that he no longer held any plans of letting her go.
"I wanted to keep you safe, si—"
"Do not call me 'sir'. I am simply Norman to you, and you're simply Emma to me."
His eyes are stained with unshed tears; only remorse for moments that he thought he'd never have with her again. "Will you let me hear it again?"
Emma seemed lost. "Hear what?"
His face softened with the memory. "What you told me earlier. Let me hear it once again. Let me know that it wasn't just a hallucination on my end."
That unexpected confession of hers from earlier earned her a bright, rosy blush all over her face.
"I-I have feelings for you."
Norman gave a low chuckle. "I guess that's another way of saying it. But I'm in love with you, Emma. From now on, stop being my bodyguard and simply be with me instead. Please, consider it." His smile came off sheepish. "I can't handle your constant disregard for your own safety for the sake of mine."
"B-but who's going to guard you?"
"I'll take over," Ray interjected, arms crossed over his chest. "It’s not as if I haven’t noticed the way you two have been acting for the last couple of months. Also, it's high time you stop being so reckless, Emma! You shouldn't have handled that situation all on your own. You could've called for back-up in his room!”
Emma nearly winced at Ray's reprimanding; he was right on the dot. She placed her sights on Norman and said, "But I'd still like to look after you. I've... grown to like it."
"Emma," he said her name a soft and gentle as he always had, and she knew that what would come next after her name were words meant to last a lifetime.
"I might not be as strong as you are with a gun, or as fast as you are when you run, but I'll look after you all my life, just as you'll look after mine. I’ll be your family. We’ll be a family."
Emma tried to suppress the grin on her face, but it failed spectacularly, and now she was facing him with immense joy, intertwining her fingers within his. His touch his warm and inviting, and it allowed her to further lament why she never allowed the idea of ever becoming his and him ever becoming hers.
"And we'll be equals?"
She searched his sights and he responded with the same amount of affection in his eyes; in his hold, she’d always be home.
"We were always equals."
#noremma#noremma prompt#the promised neverland#tpn emma#tpn norman#a bit angsty but it's a happy ending i swear
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Hi! Can I request some Castlevania hcs? In which Alucard twin sister always dealt with things and emotions on her own but when she finds Alucard crying on the bed and with the corpses of Taka and Sumi she just breaks, everything is just so much with the deaths of their parents,the betrayal of Hector (her s/o) and the news that she is pregnant with the child of him... Just she comforting Alucard and Alucard comforting her.
I feel like this got..strangely incestuous..i didn't meant too. Maybe I am reading too much into it. Pls don't think this is incest. Its not. I'm sorry
When the two humans randomly showed up with Alucard at the castle you were a little..suspicious to say the least. I mean two humans, just..willingly here and enjoying it? Suspicious..
But Alucard seemed overjoyed from their presences so you held back your accusations. The two seemed to keep away from you, as you did the same. But you often watched them from the castle, as Alucard trained them. Laughed with them. Ate with them. It was nice to see Alucard so calm and happy. But you also noticed the glances Sumi and Taka had when Alucard wasn't looking.
Your stomach was starting to bulge out, but because of Alucard’s new friends he has yet to notice. However the two humans definitely noticed it one dinner.
Alucard left early to bathe himself, leaving you with the two visitors. Sumi spoke first,
"So..how far along are you?"
You placed the fork back on your plate and crossed your arms,
"Why do you want to know?" The two side-eyed each other, then Taka spoke.
"Just a conversation starter." He smiled and you blinked, unamused.
"Does Alucard know?" Sumi asked, sipping her drink.
You looked down, hesitant to speak but you spoke anyways.
"Not yet. I haven't had the chance to tell him since you both came."
"Is the father another vampire?" Sumi asked and you looked up, your eyes sharpened.
"Does it matter?" You asked, internally you thought to yourself to keep the baby away from the two just in case.
"Well..no." Taka said and took another bite of dinner.
"He's gone anyway..betrayed me for another woman." You said, your voice airy as you looked away from the two. Standing you took your plate and glass,
"Whatever you two have planned..keep it away from me and my child." You said sternly as you left for the kitchen to clean your dish.
The two humans looked at each other, they're eyes communicating in a way you couldn't understand.
You were never close with Alucard, while as children you both stuck close to each other. When your mother died, it all changed. Alucard fought Dracula, saying he was wrong. While you, you didn't entirely know what to think.
You wanted revenge for your mother, but to wipe the entire human race. Was too drastic. But you knew you couldn't stop your father, or else your head would be on a stake for the crows to eat. So you followed him in his rage and planning, what you didn't expect was to fall for the kind forgemaster.
Hector was kind to you, he kept you company in the lonely nights of when your father would lock himself away from you. He would comfort you with his reanimated dogs and cats, telling you their names and stories. Hector was beautiful to you. But it all changed when Camilla came.
She was beautiful, she knew what she was there for and she took it right from under you. She took hector. No, he left you. He willingly followed her, even after the passionate night you both shared. He still betrayed you for her.
Since your father's death, since the battle that loaded the castle in the Belmont estate. You've been homebound. Afraid to leave, to love.
So you stuck with your brother, who took sympathy on your manipulated mind and you both agreed on protecting the castle.
The moon shimmered onto your form as you laid awake in your bed. The window was broken, letting the cool air in. You felt the baby squirm inside of you and you cringed, rubbing your stomach you whispered for the fetus to stay still. The castle was strangely quiet.
No giggles from the trio, no creaks of the floorboard as they sneak a snack. This made your hair stand up.
Standing from the bed, you looked out the window. Letting the breeze push past you, it was serene.
You didn't like it.
So you left the bedroom, quietly stepping through the halls you peaked into the guest rooms. The rooms were empty, the halls were empty. This isn't right.
You headed towards Alucard’s room, stopping at the door you pressed your ear against the door.
"I never lied to you." You heard Alucard’s voice speak softly. Small gagging and gasping was heard along with it and you took in a deep breath.
Opening the door you covered your mouth in shock.
Alucard laid on the bed, crucified and wounded. Covered in blood, his sword floated in the air. On the edge of the bed, laid the corpses of the humans.
You felt bile rise from your thought and you scolded the baby for causing your system to be so weak.
"Alucard." You whispered, stepping towards him you were shaking afraid of the worst.
"(Y/N)?" Alucard whispered and you let out the breath you took.
Quickly you pulled the wire from him, seething from the sting it gave your hands. You managed to free him, grabbing the sheet you quickly wrapped your brother up in it.
"Alucard..what did they do?" You asked, as he leaned onto your shoulder, he did not answer you. Your face softened as you tried to pick the blood from your brother's hair.
Alucard was weak and his head fell into your lap, you could only sigh in empathy. You should've never let your brother trust those humans.
But for now there is no one to blame. You told yourself as wiped the blood from his face.
"(Y/N)...you're pregnant.." Alucard whispered and slowly sat up. You looked away, then at the bodies, then your brother.
"I am.."
"Who is the father?"
"You don't know him..he was one of father's forgemasters." You felt your eyes start to water,
"He betrayed me Alucard..just like they did to you." You sobbed, you felt Alucard’s tears drop onto your shoulder as you both sobbed.
"(Y/N)...I promise..to you and your child..I will protect you. You are my sister, I shouldn't have been so preoccupied with those humans." you look up,
"You are my brother, and I promise to protect you the same." You both nodded.
That night you cared for Alucard, treating his wounds as you told him the stories of you and Hector. Ending them with his betrayal which only made Alucard angry. After he was treated, the sun was rising. In his silent anger, he grabbed the corpses that betrayed him and staked them in front of the castle. You watched, Alucard looked up at you and you both nodded.
Now having the same connection as the humans. You and Alucard were equal. You both knew that in order to be safe, you must never trust another human again.
#should i tag this as alucard x reader i feel like thats just gonna not help my situation#alucard castlevania#netflix castlevania#castlevania x reader#castlevania imagines#hector castlevania#hector x reader#angst#gore
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I Have Two Sisters?! Chapter 1: Three Sisters and The Bastard Father (An LWAxRWBYxStarira Crossover)
A/N: What’s crazier than me writing a crossover I can’t get out of my head at 2am while still having multiple wips?
Writing a three-way crossover until 3am!!! (Ended at nearly 5am tho)
GAHHHHH.
Btw, this is a non-magic au. So Diana has no magic, and Weiss has no… semblance. Yes. Because the world of RWBY always goes “???!! OHMG, magic?!” Quite ironically. They become impressed at people turning into birds, but never flinch at Ruby who can separate herself on a molecular level. Sure.
I’ll be updating this sporadically, tbh. The updates will be as random as the coming of this idea. I do like it a lot, so I look forward to working on it. Just have to prioritize the wips.
[DO CHECK OUT THE END NOTES FOR SOME OF THE AU DETAILS AND BACKGROUND]
Still, I couldn’t let the concept pass me by so…
Enjoy?
~Shintori Khazumi
I Have Two Sisters?! Chapter 1: Three Sisters and The Bastard Father
The wind blew strong outside, rain water cold against her bleeding cheek. The numbness was her only relief from pain nowadays. She’d lost count of how many bruises she’d gotten this week. If only her mother hadn’t passed… If only she hadn’t had a bastard of a father.
Then maybe Diana’s life would have been much better than the shell that it now was.
He left her and her mother just as she turned three, the only support she got in the form of random gifts and her financial needs. Her father was nothing of a father. The man that… helped make her was never there. He never showed he cared. Everything he gave her felt obligatory. She hated it. Heck, she didn’t even know his last name, much less remember what he looked like. She did try looking it up at some point, but it seemed as if he was some kind of bigshot she couldn’t name.
Neither her mom nor her aunt had divulged his identity, so she had long since drew a blank to the man’s identity. All she knew was that his name was ‘Jack’ or something of the sort. She had long since adopted her mother’s as it didn’t feel right to take the name of a man she never knew.
All she knew was that he was the cause of all her sorrows. That wretched man had left her and her mother to fend for themselves. Even though her mom was of a strong, well-known medical lineage here in Britain, the fact that she had gotten pregnant out of wedlock labelled her as a shame to the Cavendish name, and she had been cast out to a vacation home in the outskirts of the foreign country, Japan.
After her death, however, the women who Diana now saw as practically witches with how cruel and evil they were decided that because their blood ran through her, took over their small land that she and her mother had cried blood and tears to call their own, and exploited the underage girl, believing she might be of some use as a pawn at the very least, for the sake of the Cavendish name.
And she was. For some time, until she had injured her arm, and was no longer capable of becoming the kind of doctor they wanted her to be, her hand slowly losing its immaculate dexterity, becoming constantly shaky, rendering her as only half the worth she originally was, and thus completely useless besides being their punching bag. Quite literally.
Diana Cavendish found herself spending the better part of her life being abused, and hiding in tool sheds, and escaping her dreaded household at every waking moment, just as she was doing right now.
She hardly believed in any religion, but she found herself always praying to get away from this hellish nightmare. She’d hope that even if she only had a jerk of a father, he’d soon realize that she was his flesh and blood that needed saving.
A hard knock came on the wood of her shed’s door. She flinched, no sound escaping. Had they found her?!
“Miss Cavendish? Miss Diana Cavendish? Are you in here?” An unfamiliar voice called for her, bold and confident sounding, but with kindness and worry interlaced. She felt like it was someone she should respond to. The situation felt like it was some kind of divine calling she should answer.
With legs shaking, she stood up, unlatching the bar that held the door closed and stepping out into the now late night that reeked of hot pavement, rain having stopped while she was lost in thought.
A police officer, clad in uniform and raincoat smiled at her in pity. She was both grateful for- and hated- that gaze. She wished it had come sooner, but at the same time, she disliked being thought of as sad and pathetic.
“Your aunt and her family have been arrested, Miss.” Her ears perked up at the voice and the message they conveyed. Looking up from the ground, she stared into the truthful eyes of the cop. “You’re safe now.”
And she truly hoped she was.
//-//-//-//-//
“Weiss.”
At the mention of her name from that familiar voice, she rolled her eyes internally, holding in the urge to snap at the man she called ‘father’.
“What.”
Maybe her control wasn’t as good as she thought.
“Don’t give me that tone. I know you hate me, but I am still the one that raised you!”
“You mean, you’re the one that paid for me.” The ex-heiress pointed out. Her father gritted his teeth, frown deepening as he stepped forward in an attempt to exert his dominance.
Weiss only raised a brow in challenge.
“Anyway.” Jacques continued. Weiss would have smirked as he neither acknowledged nor denied her statement, but she felt it wasn’t the best time. “You are yet to turn twenty, and as you aren’t considered an adult yet-“
“But I’m nineteen, father.” Weiss stated, confused, her raised brow now raised in question. “I’m of legal age, to drink even.”
“Not in Japan you aren’t.” He replied with a smirk so evil, Weiss would have loved to slap it right off if her mind wasn’t thrown in a state of emergency, dreading whatever plans her father had. Even if she wanted to do as she pleased, she couldn’t completely go against him as she was at the moment. Their family name was too widespread and known in the business world, and she feared the consequences of running away from her father who currently had her safety- and practically her life- in the palm of his hand.
“What are you planning.” She narrowed her eyes at him, fearing for the worst, but expertly masking that fear.
“I’ll be sending you away, just as you’ve always wanted. I’ve prepared you an apartment close to a school of my choice to pursue the arts as you so strongly desired,” He spoke in a mocking tone. “And I’ll let you have your way there.” He ended with a smile that sent chills down Weiss’ spine. It sounded too good to be true, her dream being accepted like this. It was like a carrot on a stick being waved in front of her, only to always be out of reach.
“What’s the catch?”
“Catch? My, Weiss, my child, are you questioning your father’s benevolent heart?”
“What’s there to question?” Weiss shot back. “You don’t have one, now do you?”
She grinned at her little victory as she watched him gnashing his teeth, clearly seething in anger. Her smile dropped however as he gave her his own.
“I mentioned Japan’s legal age before.”
And Weiss already knew what he meant.
//-//-//-//-//
Life in Seishou had been the dream. Her first two years of high school were the peak of her life, she’d proudly say. She had wonderful friends and comrades who battled side-by-side, pushing one another to greater heights, and… she had someone she adored just a little more than friendship allowed. She had never admitted it, though. Then, a school back in Paris, the place where her mother had blossomed as an actress in the past, offered her a scholarship as an exchange student there.
And like she always did, Claudine excelled. So much so that multiple colleges offered her full rides to attend their institutions. Even highly prestigious universities. Her opportunities were broad, her future looking bright-
-And then news came. Her mother had fallen terminally ill.
She had to go back. She had to see her. She had to be by her side as long as possible.
She had to repay her for the love, for the dream she had given Claudine. She had to be the family her mother had been for her in the absence of a biological father she never knew, and the loss of her adoptive Japanese father at an early age. The lack of a male figure in their family was no cripple to Claudine, but she also missed the presence of the man she knew as her papa. She knew her maman missed him too.
So she had to do this for her mother.
She had to… in the event that… she’d lose her soon as well.
God forbid, Claudine prayed.
She had to return to Japan, study and… get a job, find some way to help her mother pay the increasingly expensive hospital bills, their little family’s saved money steadily disappearing.
She wondered if she should just drop school all together and apply for a troupe. Earn both money and experience.
She had enough rapport both in Japan and France. She could probably get enough opportunities, and she would succeed like she always had…
But…
There was something she wanted to see through, going into university.
When she left for Paris, she had gradually lost contact with all her friends, the culture slowly choking her time, eventually disconnecting them from her.
She’d receive and return the occasional message, but… things were different. She knew she’d drifted apart from everyone.
So, when she found out that they would all be attending the same Arts Institute, and when she had decided to return to Japan for her mother’s sake, she believed it wouldn’t all be that bad if she could apply for a scholarship to the same place, and possibly rebuild everything that was slowly crumbling away.
She wanted to be with everyone again.
And though she believed herself capable of attaining what she wanted on her own, she might require a little assistance from a miracle.
…
And a miracle- could she call this monstrosity of a situation that?- came in the form of a letter that had documents that signified she was the daughter of some ‘Jacques Schnee’ currently undergoing some sort of trial, and because of this, some of the accusations led to the revelation that he was neglecting a daughter, not sending support, and now as some form of bribery and compensation or whatever, he had paid the court to shut up about it if he took responsibility for her now.
Claudine scoffed in disbelief and utter disgust.
So this was her damned biological father? Some apparently bigtime tycoon who slept around and left a woman to fight for herself while carrying his- Claudine would suppose she was now an- illegitimate child.
This… was certainly news she’d never have expected in a million years.
She laughed mirthlessly at it all.
Well, at least her financial crisis had been averted. For better or for worse… she hoped it wasn’t the latter.
One upside was that she now had a clear ticket to that university she wanted to get into, it seemed. Her ‘father’ had taken the liberty of enrolling her there coincidentally. At least he could do something right, Claudine guessed.
“Well… I suppose it’s time to pack.” She sighed falling back onto her current apartment bed, staring at the ceiling.
It wasn’t so bad, maybe. Her newfound reality.
“Japan, I’m coming home to you.”
//-//-//-//-//
Diana glared at the letter in her hand angrily. There, in neat script, she saw the name of the man who had caused all her misfortune.
‘Jacques Schnee.’
“I want to hate you for as long as I live…” She gripped the paper so hard, creases were forming and the agent currently assigned to her worried she’d rip it into shreds. “What is this garbage? And why am I… Why can’t I… refuse… this ugly form salvation…” She choked on her sobs, a hand sympathetically rubbing her back.
“Let’s get you ready, Miss.”
Diana nodded in agreement.
-----
All her bags now in her hand after being dropped off by the cab driver, she stared in awe at the slightly modest, but clearly high-end house.
What the hell, did her dad just get her a house?!
Regardless of its size, couldn’t he have… like… gotten her an apartment or condo, at least?
How rich was this asshole father of hers? Was money the only good thing about him? Not that even that was necessarily a good thing.
With a groaning sigh, she unlatched the gate, walking up the little pathway. There were small flowerbeds already present around the yard, and decorations were tastefully placed.
It at least looked the part of cozy.
Once she got to the door, however, angry sounds coming from inside made her question that.
-Wait. This was her house, right?
Why would sounds be…
In a panic, she unlocked the front door with the key that came with the letter, bursting through it like a mad man, blue eyes flickering about the room, shocked to see two pairs of eyes, wide and intense, staring back at her with equal surprise.
“Who…”
“Oh, this is just great!!!” One with hair as white as snow exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air in clear exasperation. “Now we have another one!” She began marching around the room, palms rubbing her face aggressively and scratching through her hair. “That little fuck-“
“-Language.”
“Shut up! I don’t even know who you are, and why you were in my house when I arrived. And you say you aren’t a burglar or whatever, but what is up with your sword play? Even if you were using the curtain pole. Are you some kind of spy or assassin the corporation has sent to finally get rid of me?”
“First of all, this is my house, not yours. And you came at me with a rapier!” A silver-gold blonde replied in equal stress. “You could have killed me!”
“I would never!” The first girl gasped with faux emotion. “At most, you’d lose an ear.”
“Umm…” Diana remained awkwardly fidgeting at the door, her usual bravery and confidence lost in the moment of shock.
“What.”
“I- I am simply here because… apparently my father purchased this place for me.”
Two pairs of eyes blinked once. Twice.
Then realization overtook them.
“Did you just say… father?” The golden-haired one stepped closer to her, a lot less hostile, but still aggressive looking.
“I- Um… yes?”
“Father… you say.” The lady with a rapier in her hand now approached Diana too.
These women were frightening, dear Lord. Diana slowly backed up, but stopped as her foot hit the bags she’d dropped in her frantic moments earlier.
“Can you tell me the name of this… ‘father’ of yours?” Rapier lady asked Diana who was beginning to wonder if she should look for a weapon to defend herself with.
“S-sure. His n-name is…”
“…”
“…”
“Is?”
“Fuck.”
Diana was not one to curse, but it surprised her that she did.
But she couldn’t help it, now could she? After all, her mind had been wiped clean as a white slate. A mental block was not what she needed right now, but just about anything involving that man seemed to bring about her misfortune.
At least the hands by which she’d die her early death were from very beautiful women it seemed.
She liked women, at least?
“Excuse me, um… are you alright?” Miss Golden hair was now very safe-looking and welcoming, Diana subconsciously stepped closer towards her.
“What is up with you? I just asked a question.”
“Perhaps, if you placed the sword down, and looked less like you were trying to murder her and look like you were willing to hear her out…”
Diana expected another heated retaliation, so it was a pleasant surprise to see the other woman sheath her weapon, and place it gently on a plastic-covered couch, clearly brand new.
“There. Happy?” She asked, glaring at the woman now gently holding Diana’s hand- and when had that happened?!
With a nod, the girl turned to Diana and asked again. “What is your father’s name. If you could tell us.”
Huh. She was a lot kinder than Diana had initially taken her for.
“I apologize. I can’t… remember at the moment. I- He hasn’t been around… for me until this point. I just… learned his name a few days ago but…” She hung her head in defeat, apologizing all the while. “Sorry I’m of no assistance to you…”
“No, it’s alright. Isn’t it?” The question was clearly not directed at her as she could only hear a grunt from the other side of the room.
“Yeah, fine.”
“Would your father’s name happen to be Jacques?”
At this, Diana lifted her head, another shocker delivered to her, hearing the familiar name, the cogs in her head clicking into place.
“Yes! Yes, that’s it! Jack, or Jacques or whatever. Snee? Shuni? Schee? I don’t quite remember, but something along those lines.” Diana found herself enthusiastic towards the prospect that some of her questions might be answered.
It seemed the other two shared the same sentiment.
“It’s Schnee.” The white-haired lady corrected, eyes furrowing, anger building up once more. “And… THAT BASTARD OLD MAN!” Grabbing her rapier she swung it around, probably to vent her anger. “He set me up! And what’s more…” She whipped her head about to carefully look the other two people over.
“What is it?” Diana said in a voice quite small.
“Seems he had big secrets to hide.” She sighed. Turning to the initial enemy she had, now turned… stranger? She wasn’t sure they were allies at this point, she stated rather than asked. “I guess it’s the same for you?”
The woman beside Diana nodded, expression looking a lot stiffer than her gentle demeanor as she dealt with Diana earlier.
“I see. I can’t believe this situation.”
“What do you me-“
A voice beside Diana delivered her fourth? Fifth? Sixth?- she’d lost count- Shocker of the day.
“Sisters. It seems we’re… sisters.” Turning to Diana, she held out a hand for a shake. “I’m Claudine.”
“I’m Weiss.” Was the grumble from the couch the woman had flopped on top of.
“…O-oh!” Breaking her stare from the hand, she looked into rose-red eyes. “And I’m-“
And the world suddenly turned black.
‘Hello, My Name is…
[Diana Cavendish]
[Weiss Schnee]
[Saijou Claudine]
-And it seems as though…
I have two sisters?!
A/N: If you’re asking, yes. Yes, Diana fainted.
Here are some details for this AU btw:
I’ve decided to make Jacques a half-Jap, half german.
So all of them have a quarter of that blood.
Diana is half brit, quarter jap, quarter german
Weiss is ¾ german because of her mom, and ¼ jap.
Claudine is half French, ¼ german, ¼ jap.
Also, if you want to know their ages, and their order, I decided it this way, and let me just quote how I typed it out in the raw idea draft.
“Diana April 30 16yro in anime 2017+3yrs (2020) she's 19 too omg jahahahaha (wrote this coz I’m currently 19 and was amused)
Clau august 1, 2001 19 at present
Weiss Currently 19 (in volumes 5-6) may 15th lmao hahsha. Perfect!!
Wtf Diana was the oldest? Hooo boi. I did expect and want Kuro to be youngest tho, tbh.”
Why their ages are pretty much the same will be mentioned next chap.
And that’s how it went. Decided with Weiss being the legitimate child coz Jacques was the only canonically mentioned dad between the three girls as far as I know. Or I just didn’t search enough.
But come on. I wouldn’t pass at the chance to beat up the dude in a fic so… hihi.
Feedback is super appreciated!
Thank you for reading!
~Shintori Khazumi
#rwby#lwa#Little Witch Academia#revue starlight#shoujo kageki revue starlight#weiss schnee#claudine saijou#saijou claudine#diana cavendish#they're sisters omg#jacque schnee#is a little prick#crossover#fanfic#rwby x lwa x starira#starira#family life#their pairings will come later#jacques schnee#eventual pairings#dianakko#whiterose#mayakuro#diana x akko#ruby x weiss#maya x claudine
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The Mettle Of A Man; Part Sixteen
Fandom: Fallout (4)
Pairing: Eventual Paladin Danse/Female Sole Survivor
Rating: Holy shit M.
AN: A very special shoutout to @anonymouscosmos for all of their encouragement and support! You are a god among insects. I’d also like to thank the discord chat for enduring my nonsense, as ever. Enjoy!
Part One: ArcJet
Part Two: The Prydwen
Part Three: Orders
Part Four: Finding Brandis
Part Five: Weston Water And Oberland
Part Six: Meeting Preston And Matthew
Part Seven: Radstag And Radstorm
Part Eight: The Return To Sanctuary Hills
Part Nine: Domestic Ruminations
Part Ten: Institutionalized
Part Eleven: Two Weeks, Three Days
Part Twelve: Haylen’s Warning And The Glowing Sea
Part Thirteen: Under Fire
Part Fourteen: Dichotomy
Part Fifteen: The Litany Trial
[!TRIGGER WARNING!: This installment contains graphic depictions of gore and detailed descriptions of previous abuse. Stay safe!]
Her head had been blown open, or at least it felt that way. The explosion was so close to her face that her helmet had just peeled off like it was made out of shrapnel-laden papier-mâché.
Sergeant Shaun 'Lucky' Cathan was flat on his back hardly a foot away from her, pinned under the weight of the debris that was slowly crushing his armor.
She couldn't move. Her arms and legs wouldn't respond. That blow to the head had been nearly fatal. She was trapped on her stomach, inches from him.
"Backhand-" Cathan choked, his voice wet. His gauntlet fumbled for her own, large metal fingers gripping her hand. "End of the line for me, eh Handy?"
She gurgled something, trying to talk. One eye still worked. Barely. It felt like it was full of glass every time she forced herself to blink. It was too dark to see much anyway, even if she squinted. Her head throbbed with the beat of her heart.
"Save--your strength, Vega." Cathan instructed.
She wasn't sure what strength he was even talking about. Her armor felt like it had collapsed down on her spine. "Sir-" Vega managed to say. "S'been an honor-"
"Don't give me that-- shit , Vega." Cathan chuckled. "I was just another dog of war. You'll get out of this. Go back to that man of yours, have a few kids, live your life." He coughed, wheezing, "my time is up, Handy."
"No, no I'm-" Backhand tried to pull him closer, tried to get upright. Pain jolted down her back and legs and she halted, trembling. "I c-can't leave you here, Sarge." She groaned, knowing deep down that it was futile but refusing to give up .
Cathan's grip tightened briefly. "It's alright, Handy." Her CO murmured. "It's alright. Make sure Tabitha has me buried on American soil. Or chuck my ashes in the harbor, yeah? Piss off all those Cambridge fucks." He chuckled.
Backhand nodded as best as she could, the tears stinging painfully against the flayed skin of her face. "I will. Promise."
The rubble overhead creaked and groaned, dust falling down on top of them. "Won't be long now." Cathan mused faintly, "Not long at all…"
…
Danse struggled to sit up and roll Vega onto her back. His own injuries faded to the background of his mind as she laid unresponsive, blood slowly pooling in the dirt beneath her left side. Her mouth opened and closed in a spasm; her eyes had rolled back in her skull and her fingers twitched erratically.
Have to hold pressure. Stop the bleeding. Danse numbly pressed his shaking hands down on her side just below her ribs, his body suddenly awash in a cold sweat as he realized just how much blood she was losing. He could almost hear Haylen rambling about the arteries, internal bleeding, penetrating damage, Worwick and Brach and Dawes and Keane and Danse felt like he was going to be sick.
"H... Haylen! " He yelled desperately. It was the only thing he could think to do.
Then, against all odds, startling the everliving daylights out of him, Vega sat up . " Oh , you fuckin' asshole! " She hollered at Maxson around Danse's body while the paladin scrambled to attempt to stem the flow of fresh blood that her motion sent spurting out. "You really fuckin' shot me?! You're the worst kind of dick! "
Danse was flabbergasted. Her state was clearly compromised, how was she even conscious-
"Fuck!" Vega growled in pain, dropping her forehead to rest on Danse's chest. "Oh fuck, fuck fuck you, you told me Danse was fuckin' dead, you liar! You expect me to just stand by and let you kill him in front of me?!" She continued to rant at Maxson, her voice muffled somewhat by Danse's shirt. "You dumb fuckin' prick, you stupid fuckin' dipshit motherfuck son of a cockass! This ain't exactly my first time gettin' fuckin' shot, you fuckin' fuck!"
Danse realized that Arthur hadn't said a damn thing, possibly just as bewildered and awestruck by Elizabeth's impressive grasp of blue-streaked vernacular as he himself was.
"Paladin Brandis, if I may…?" Haylen's voice was almost inaudible over Backhand's continued snarling. Danse jerked his attention away from Elizabeth, trying to blink the sweat out of his eyes in order to determine the field scribe's location.
"Scribe, get the hell back behind the line!" Maxson barked.
Heavy footfalls heralded the arrival of Rhys and Haylen, the knight using his power armor like a shield to protect the scribe as if they were out in the field. Haylen was suddenly there , on her knees in the gravel next to Danse and Elizabeth. The paladin's eyes were now blinded with tears of gratitude and he huffed out a breath. "Danse, I'll get to you in a second." Haylen said softly, patting his hand. "Let me have her, okay?"
"Haylen, I…" the large man didn't know what to say, his words failing him. He clutched pitifully at the scribe's hands, sure that he was gripping too tight.
"I've got her, Danse. It's okay." Scribe Haylen soothed.
"Yeah Danse, s'okay." Backhand said blearily, "s'Haylen, she's great. We love Haylen." Her head lolled back like it was too heavy for her to hold up. "Haylen made sure I got to eat and stuff."
" What? " Danse rasped.
"The tactics Elder Maxson used during her incarceration…" Haylen trailed off, grimacing and then continuing in an undertone, "I made sure Rhys smuggled in something for her when he brought Brandis' meals."
"Vega, Jesus Christ, I'm so sorry." Danse apologized needlessly, resting his forehead against Elizabeth's as he supported her neck. "I didn't think anything would happen to you. I...I didn't think in general, I guess." He admitted.
Vega smiled . "Hey, I'd say whatever shit I went through was a pretty decent tradeoff for finding out that you didn't bite it after all." She slurred. "Missed you."
" Christ , Vega." Danse muttered in dismay, fighting to untie her hands. Haylen took over after a moment, the scribe's fingers infinitely more steady than his own.
"I need a Stim and a bloodpack!" Haylen announced after examining Vega's abdomen, looking up worriedly.
Not a soul moved. The only sound was the noise of Maxson wriggling in the grip of the armored knight who finally had him secured. "Listen to the scribe!" Brandis shouted to the mute crowd. "You have a sister bleeding in front of you and you would be still and silent? Where are the brave, compassionate soldiers I once knew? Knights! Scribes! Are you not Brotherhood?"
Two aspirants finally elbowed their way through the throng, making a wide berth around Maxson. One of them bore a large canvas bag. "Good, good work. Drop it here." Haylen instructed, unrolling her field kit. "Can I get a scribe with steady hands and another knight for the opposite side?" She called.
A knight thundered past Maxson, the man throwing Danse of all people a haphazard salute before he took up his post at the other end of the group. Maxson practically seethed with rage. "Knight, how dare you salute that--that thing! "
"That thing is still Paladin Danse of the Brotherhood of Steel, Maxson." Brandis growled. "He won the trial fair and square."
"I will not allow it to live!" Maxson shrieked hysterically, struggling against the iron hold of the knight bear-hugging him. "I don't care how many of you I have to take down, Danse dies today! "
"Maxson!" Brandis chided. "Do you even hear yourself? You sound insane! Think about what you're saying before you do something you'll regret!"
"Not before he dies! "
"Which would you rather be known as, Maxson? The abuser or the synth fucker?" Maxson froze at the sound of Danse's voice. The burly paladin shot the elder a bloodied sneer, his head tilted to the side at an almost arrogant angle. "After all, you got fucked by a synth." What the hell was he saying? Danse felt unhinged , words flippant, his tired limbs barely cooperating as he forced himself up on his knees and then to his feet. "You let a synth fuck you, Arthur."
" Abomination -"
"You ordered a synth to fuck you." Danse reminded him, voice grating as his words came faster. "Demanded it to fuck you. Abused it. Threatened it with a certain death mission if it didn't. Then gave it that mission anyway." Danse rubbed at some crusted blood beneath his blackened right eye, grimacing. "Does it make it better if you didn't know I was a synth? Because then , you have to justify the reality that you molested a soldier in a compromised emotional state utilizing your privileged position of authority. Can you accept that , Maxson?"
"You...Maxson, is this true?" Brandis asked incredulously.
"That thing is clearly lying!" Maxson scoffed, looking around at the spellbound crowd like he expected everyone to agree with him. "Dammit, I am the elder -"
"Did you hope that I would die out here, Arthur? Or did you assume that I would come crawling back to the Capital Wasteland after my inevitable failure in the Commonwealth?" Danse cut him off bitterly. "Did you think I would be easier to break once I had lost everything , Maxson?"
"He always fights with Danse!" A tiny squire chimed in. Danse hadn't realised that Maxson had Ingram summon the damn children to watch their trial. "We heard them fight!"
"Silence, brat! " Maxson screamed, his face purpling with fury. "I am the elder of this chapter, last of the Maxson line, and I will be given the respect I deserve! "
"Cade's records can verify my story!" Danse shouted hoarsely for everyone to hear, his shoulders heaving with emotion. "Every time we engaged, I did not escape unscathed. Nearly every injury was documented. The dates will align with high-stress situations, and I'll stake my life on there being a long stretch of shit mood during the absence of your preferred punching bag, Elder! "
" Liar! "
"Abuser!" Danse yelled in reply, "murderer! You killed Cutler, through your biased orders! You killed Knight Astlin, Scribe Farris, Knight Varham! You killed my brothers and sisters!" Danse's fists clenched tight enough to ache. "And for what, Arthur? For a synth? Or for a man that had no interest in you? Either way, I refuse to accept their blood on my hands, Maxson!"
" You killed them and you know it!" Maxson shrieked, kicking his legs desperately. "All you had to do was obey me, Danse! Was your pride worth their lives?"
"There was once a time in my life where I would have done damn near anything you asked of me." His anger petering out, all Danse felt now was weary and bruised. "I loved the Brotherhood, Maxson. I still do. But the path we have taken under your leadership is heinous."
"Don't you dare to lecture me about devotion, you mechanical mockery! " Maxson retorted.
"This body may be synthetic, but my heart and mind…" Danse paused, saluting once more. " Those belong to the Brotherhood, Maxson. To my brothers and sisters in arms. Nothing can change that. Not even the knowledge of my true identity."
"That's what you think!" Arthur flailed in the knight's grip, trying in vain to escape. No doubt so he could pitch himself at the paladin one final time.
"Elder Maxson, through your words and through your deeds, I deem you unfit to lead our chapter of the Brotherhood of Steel at this point in time." Brandis announced abruptly. "As the senior ranking officer, I, Paladin Brandis, will function as the interim elder until we receive proper instructions from our superiors." He removed his helmet, staring down at Arthur sternly.
The young man was quite the pitiful sight, bedraggled from trying to beat Danse within an inch of his life as well as from his struggling afterwards. He still looked mad enough to kill, those blue eyes almost crackling with pent-up fury. "You planned this, didn't you?!" His paranoia on full display, Maxson made no attempt to maintain any sort of composure. "Just how many synths have infiltrated our chapter? Well Brandis?! "
"Arthur, that's enough ." The senior paladin said in reply, his tone measured. "Don't make an even bigger fool of yourself. Bow out while you still have some dignity." He sighed. "Perhaps the stress of this campaign has been too heavy of a burden to bear for you. I sympathize, but I cannot permit you to carry on in this manner, Maxson." Brandis raised his eyes, scanning the crowd. "Cade! Knight-Captain Cade, please see to Maxson. He is obviously unwell."
…
Vega flickered in and out of consciousness. The weeks of abuse culminating in this final (though inadvertent) attempt to end her seemed to have nearly been successful. She only barely remembered Haylen treating her wound, mumbling out an apology to the younger woman for leaning so much weight on her. She caught snippets of Danse and Maxson shouting at each other, bits of the trauma that Danse had endured coming tumbling out and making Vega wish that she wasn't half-dead so she could at least flip Maxson off.
" Rest , Vega ." Haylen had ordered. " You need rest ."
And really, who was Backhand to refuse?
When next she opened her eyes, she was greeted by a canvas ceiling overhead. Vega squinted a little at the brightness of it. How long have I been out for?
"Welcome back, General." That familiar voice snapped her out of her staring contest with the tent above her and she rolled her head to the side, unable to help her smile at the sight of Danse. Still a little bruised and banged-up, but alive .
Tears streaked down her cheeks and Backhand wished that she could have stopped them, sniffling loudly and covering her face.
"General Vega, there's no need for that." The paladin chided her softly. Something bumped against her knuckles and she realized after a second that Danse was attempting to give her glasses back.
Vega accepted the glasses mutely, grabbed Danse's hand and used his arm as leverage to pull herself up off the cot.
"Wait, Elizabeth you-" The paladin began to protest, rising to his feet to stop her. Her legs nearly gave out but Danse managed to steady her, one large hand splayed on the small of her back. "You shouldn't be upright yet, Vega." He scolded.
I missed you. I thought you were dead. The words tangled up in her mouth and instead Backhand mumbled, "I thought I missed you." Danse's brows furrowed in confusion and she hurried to correct herself, "I mean--I...I thought you were dead!"
"I needed some time to regroup. Straighten my head out. Heal." The paladin explained quietly. "The O'Brians nursed me back to health."
"What happened , though?"
"What happened to you , Vega?" Danse asked instead, gripping her elbows carefully to keep her upright.
Backhand shrugged weakly. "Maxson thought I knew you were a synth."
" I didn't even know I was a synth." Danse huffed, thick eyebrows raising once again. "How on earth would you have known?"
"Maybe he was going on a witch hunt, trying to get me to confess even though I wasn't guilty of anything." She closed her eyes as she mumbled, "I missed you."
"I thought of you every day." Danse replied bluntly. Her head shot up and she stared at him, watching as a flush crept up his neck. "I er, I...I am not good at these sorts of things," he admitted. "But it's true. I thought of you and...and of your son. Of the life you should have had. When Preston tracked me down, we realized that something must have gone wrong. So I...came back."
Oh . She hated the disappointed pit that yawned open in her stomach. She should have known that he wasn't thinking of her in the same way that she had thought of him.
Backhand rested her forehead on his chest, willing her tears to abate. "We need to get them out of the Institute." She said thickly. "All of them. Anyone that will come, Danse."
"I think you and I should speak to Pal-- Elder Brandis. He has expressed interest in working with the Minutemen." Danse sighed heavily, then continued, "I cannot recommend that we work exclusively with the Brotherhood. There are years of prejudice that have been beaten into these men and women. The allowance of my presence is a show of good faith, but I don't know if I trust the rank and file to storm the Institute without turning it into a massacre." He gave her a wry smile. "I cannot blame them. Even knowing what I am now, it's going to take me some time to remove my knee-jerk reaction."
"There's always something else to do." She wasn't trying to complain , but God she was tired .
His facial hair brushed against her forehead, scraping the skin lightly. "I know. What was it you said in the Glowing Sea? 'A run ashore'?" He queried while giving her forearms a gentle squeeze, as if to comfort her.
"I thought you were dead." She hadn't meant to say it again, watching his eyes go dark and kicking herself for bringing it back up.
"I suppose I was, for a time." Danse murmured, his expression troubled.
"I... please don't do that to me again." Vega begged. Her hands fisted in his fatigues, wrinkling the worn fabric. "This is going to sound really dumb and really selfish, but please . Don't."
"When you thought I was dead, did you..." Danse hesitated. "I mean, did you really miss me? I'm not even...well, I'm not a..." He cast his eyes around, narrowing them like he was physically searching for the word he wanted to use. "Human." He finally managed to say, the admission obviously paining him. "I'm a freak of nature, Vega. A perversion of science and an example of where mankind has gone wrong--"
"Danse." Backhand cupped his jaw, her palms smoothing over the bristle of his stubble as she coaxed him to look at her. "No offense, but you cannot be this stupid."
"What do you mean?" The paladin asked, his confusion endearingly evident. "I'm not...how am I being…?"
Backhand blinked. Maybe he could be that stupid. "You're probably the most human person I've ever met, Danse. The way you care about your squadron, the way you've helped me...look, I wasn't upset about you being a synth, I was upset about you being dead ."
"Oh." Danse breathed. "Really? You... really? Me being a synth wasn't…?" His words kept faltering, uncertainty shining through with every hitch.
" You , Danse. I cried about you being gone ."
"Elizabeth…"
"So don't you dare scare me like that ever again, got it?" Backhand leaned forward, boldly pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.
"I--yes. Understood, Knight. Uh, General." Danse stammered, his fingers absently touching the spot she had kissed. "W-We should...go speak to Elder Brandis. If you believe you can walk a short distance? I know better than to ask you to stay put and be patient."
"Permit me the usage of your arm to keep me upright and yes, we can absolutely go."
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Please don't do that to me again .
She had missed him, she said. She had mourned him, even. Cried over him. Danse's head was spinning.
How could that even be possible? How could she...he was a machine .
No time left to consider such weighty problems, unfortunately, as he found that far too soon the two of them were approaching what had formerly been Maxson's quarters and now served as Brandis' war room.
"Ad Victoriam, Paladin Danse and General Vega!" Elder Brandis greeted them warmly with a loose salute, gesturing around the war table afterwards. "Kells, Cade, Ingram, Quinlan, Doctor Li, I trust you all need no introductions?"
The briefing was, as they usually were, tedious. Nothing brief about it, if he was being brutally honest. Vega held her ground though, which was all he really needed.
"You boys aren't tyrants or fuckin' warlords. Not while I have any sort of say in the matter." She said sharply. "If you want Minutemen support, we are working as a team and the Minutemen have uninhibited access to all information as it is gathered. That means we'll need Quinlan's full cooperation." She held up a hand, staving off Quinlan's outburst. " Only in regards to the Institute. We don't want your super-secret Spec Ops sealed Brotherhood case files, so don't get those boxers in a bunch." Cade snorted and Proctor Quinlan looked absolutely scandalized, even as he grudgingly nodded.
"Now, General, this is all well and good but what does the Brotherhood get out of this bargain?" Kells asked pointedly. "As far as I can see, we're the integral piece in this plan."
"' As far as you can see ' is an apt phrase, Lancer-Captain Kells." Backhand's tone was cool. This was General Vega for certain, the woman who had whipped the Minutemen back into shape. "Because what you can't see are the rest of my operations. The Minutemen aren't the only force I have at my disposal, just the most obvious." She leaned in a little, her eyes cold as ice behind the lenses of her glasses. "Do you really want to test me on my home turf, Kells? After everything that's happened?"
"Not testing you, General Vega." The lancer-captain clarified, "simply identifying what seems to be an imbalance in the negotiations."
"I got you Doctor Li." Vega retorted. "Without her, your Liberty Prime would still be a pile of junk. I've gotten your scribes tons of information to sift through, I've done everything the former elder asked of me."
"Lancer-Captain Kells, if I might also interject?" Danse asked hesitantly, cringing on the inside as everyone turned to look at him like they had forgotten he was even there. Kells inclined his head after a moment. "Sir, we cannot be so quick to discredit our position. Due to our aerial location, we will be within the perfect striking distance to any sort of localized, above-ground assault."
"I am more than aware of our position, Paladin . But that does not negate the fact that we have a much larger stake in this than anyone else-"
"Larger than the locals who have been getting body-snatched for years?" Vega cut him off. "Let's not forget that myself and your new elder were starved and tortured for weeks , while the rest of you sat around and twiddled your thumbs out of fear and respect." She spat. "Don't fuckin' come to me with your scale-tipping bullshit . It took a synth to make you all sack up, and I don't intend to let you forget that." The woman straightened up, looking grim. "I'm not giving you anything else. You can either work with us, or you can keep pitching yourself against the Institute until they've all slipped away and you're left with nothing but an empty facility and unanswered questions."
"She's right." Doctor Li affirmed tersely. "They won't just wait around to be pummeled. This isn't the Enclave. The board of directors will do everything in their power to avoid you and waste your resources at the same time."
"We cannot afford to entrench ourselves in a drawn-out assault, Kells." Brandis reasoned. "When we strike, we have to do it decisively. Give it everything we've got and cut off the head."
Kells nodded, seeming satisfied. "Understood, Elder Brandis. I meant no disrespect, General Vega."
"None taken. I'm still recovering from getting the shit kicked out of me, so my manners aren't up to par quite yet." Vega rested her elbows on the table, steepled fingers tapping her chin. "I won't take anything from you that you're unable to give, Lancer-Captain Kells. If I can avoid using the BoS altogether, I will." She murmured, tilting her head. "I need to get in touch with some people before I can offer anything concrete, but once Lieutenant Garvey knows I'm alive I'm sure the rest will learn fast. We'll rally and plan accordingly."
"Well then, what are we waiting for?" Ingram asked eagerly. "C'mon Vega, let's head to the comm deck and get things squared away!"
"Excellent plan. You two are dismissed." Brandis agreed, making a shooing gesture at the two women. Once they had departed, he turned his attention to Cade. "Do you have faith in our medical capabilities, Knight-Captain?"
Cade nodded. "We had been planning to attack them head on anyways, Brandis. If we're truly going in a little less 'shock and awe', we may actually tip more towards over-prepared."
"I'm not certain how useful their teleporter will be to us once we get inside. I'm sure they'll lock it down with great expedience. However there is another possible egress." Quinlan spread the old blueprint out on the war table, fingers indicating a small service tunnel. "Now, if their measurements are accurate, power armored troops will not fit in this tunnel. But unarmored individuals most certainly will. This includes any…" he hesitated, like he was preparing himself to say it, "... refugees , or non-hostile denizens."
Quinlan referring to synths as anything but had Danse's head spinning. Vega was an absolute marvel .
"It will be heavily guarded." Doctor Li warned. "They like to pretend that there's only one way in or out. Their precious molecular relay ."
"Danse, I think you ought to take point when it comes to securing this tunnel." Kells remarked, making the paladin straighten up. "We won't be able to gauge our level of involvement until we have a full muster from Vega, but I'd like a senior-ranked soldier in the mix. And I know how much you enjoy being boots on the ground." The older man offered Danse a thin smile.
Danse was so moved he needed to take a moment, finally choking out a ' yes sir ' with his hand over his heart. That Kells, even after all the years of growing to despise synths, would trust him with such a task-!
Perhaps they did stand a chance, after all.
Part Seventeen
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Too Late To Turn Back Now - One
Elide Lochan has been living and working in Doranelle for years. Unknowingly, she let her visa expire and now must leave the country for a year - including losing her position as Crown Counsel. Without thinking, she ropes her associate, Lorcan Salvaterre, into her scheme to let her stay in Doranelle and announces that they are to be wed. As they fumble their way through their new relationship dynamics while visiting Lorcan’s family deep in Doranelle’s northern isles, they must keep up pretenses while their intentions change, all under the watchful eye of the immigration bureau.
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Lorcan did not recognize the room he woke up in, his head buried in a frilly pillow. Without moving his head, he quickly scanned the room around him, eyes widening at the amount of stuff the girl had on her dresser and desk.
The bed shifted and he lifted himself up, looking down as the girl next to him rolled onto her back and stretched, the duvet falling from her chest. Heat sparked in his veins and she smiled lazily, reaching up to tug his face down to hers, kissing him slowly. “Morning, baby,” she whispered, running a hand through his hair. “Wow. Your hair’s longer than mine. You should cut it.”
Lorcan shook his head, “Already told you that I can’t.”
“Not even for me?” she pouted and he wished he cared enough to remember her name. Actually, he did not really care. Sighing through his nose, he kissed her one more before glancing at the clock, trying to see if he had enough time this morning to have a little fun.
“Oh, fuck,” he cursed, jumping out of bed, and rooting around the room for his slacks and shirt. His boss was going to kill him.
“Where you going,” the girl whined as he tucked his slightly wrinkled shirt into his pants and buckled his belt.
“I gotta go to work, baby.”
“Well, when am I going to see you again?”
He slowly pulled his hair into a messy bun and rubbed his fingers over his stubbled jaw, “Listen. I don’t really do that type of stuff, you know?” She crossed her arms and drummed her fingers on her upper arm, tilting her head to the side. “Last night was great, but it was kind of more of a one-time thing.”
“Oh.”
“You’re beautiful and fun, but I’m just not in that place right now. I’m sorry.”
“It’s ok. Call me when you are?”
“100%.”
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There were already two coffee cups waiting at the counter when Lorcan ran into the coffee shop. The barista smiled as he grabbed them, “You’re the best, what do I owe you?”
“Look at the side of your cup and it’s on the house,” she said, winking as she turned to the next customer and he glanced down, seeing her number and name – Chloe – scrawled on the side.
Lorcan smiled and nodded a goodbye as he pushed his way through the door and broke into a near sprint, dreading his boss’ wrath.
Fifteen minutes later, Lorcan calmed his fast-beating heart as he pushed open the pristine glass doors to the offices of the national Prosecution Service. He glanced at his watch and sped up, hoping his boss had missed her alarm and was not in yet.
It seemed as though one of the gods took pity on him and had graced him with extra time this morning. He half-jogged into her corner office and put a coffee on her desk, speeding out to his desk just as his phone buzzed. Lorcan cursed in his mother tongue as he fished out his phone, a text lighting up the screen.
Boss Lady: Cairn’s in five minutes
He internally groaned and texted the office group chat, just two words.
LS: She’s here
The mood dropped as everyone hurried to do what they were supposed to be doing and the doors opened. Elide Lochan walked in, her heels clicking against the floor.
She was dressed in her firing outfit – a black sheath dress that was square at the top, exposing her delicate collarbones and smooth neck, her dark hair pulled up into a sleek ponytail. She wore red-bottomed heels that matched perfectly with the dark blood-red shade of her lipstick, and her purse hung from her elbow.
Everyone scattered as her gaze cut across the cubicles. There was a limp, but after years of physical therapy and the best orthopods money could buy, it was hardly noticeable save for the scar marring the otherwise perfect alabaster skin of her leg.
“Lorcan.”
He handed her her briefing folder and followed her into her office, shutting the door behind him as she dropped her bag in one of the chairs in front of her glass desk and perched herself on the edge of said desk. “The firing dress?” he asked mildly, knowing she would appreciate the remark.
After two years of working for her as her associate, Lorcan knew her better than she knew herself, which is why he knew what type of smile would grace her round lips before they graced Cairn with her presence. True to his word, she grinned a wicked grin, “Do you know how long I’ve been wanting to sack his ass? Losing the Baldor case gives me the perfect opportunity.”
Lorcan cracked a smile as well. He hated Cairn and would be glad to see him go. Losing their biggest case just before the biannual board review was a slip up no one would let go unnoticed. “When do we go?”
Snapping the folder shut, her red acrylics flashing, Elide said, “Now.” Any trace of joking familiarity she revealed when it was just the two of them left her face as she stood up straight and she walked to the door, just a tad of swagger in the way her hips swung with every step.
Elide rapped on Cairn’s door, a false sympathetic tilt to her head. The man looked up, a smarmy grin on his lips he thought she couldn’t tell was a complete farce. Lorcan would’ve pitied him if he didn’t loathe the man. “Well, if it isn’t our fierce leader and her lap dog.”
Chuckling, Elide strolled into his office, stopping before the small window, more than a little smug that she had the corner office, not him. “I’m letting you go, Cairn, darling.”
“You’re what?”
Lorcan watched, highly entertained as he sipped from his coffee, as Elide slowly turned around and spoke to Cairn as though he were a small child, “You’re fired.”
Cairn shot up, his fists planted on his desk. He seethed, near foaming from the mouth, “You can’t fire me.”
“Oh, but I can. You see,” she said, walking in measured steps over to him where she planted her own fists on the desk and leaned over, “losing the Baldor case was just the tip of the iceberg, darling.” Lorcan bristled as Cairn’s eyes dropped down to her cleavage, lingering much too long before he dragged them back up to her eyes, no doubt glittering with that icy rage of hers. “Now, I’m going to be nice and not report you for sexual harassment and give you two months to find a new job. You must think you’re so slick, staring at every twenty-year old law student who walks in here, calling them sweetheart, thinking I can’t feel it when you stare at my tits and my ass. Get a nice long look, because it’s the last time I’ll allow it before I rip your beady little eyes from your skull.”
Without another word, she stood up straight and spun neatly on her toes, walking out of his office with Lorcan on her tail. “What’s he doing,” she whispered, her back straight and head held high.
Lorcan subtly glanced over his shoulder, eyes on the raging man. “Pissed and ready to go. T-Minus five, milady.”
“Oh, Cairn, honey, don’t do it.”
Elide turned to Lorcan, that sadistic smile playing at her mouth before she neutralized her face and waited, almost bored as Cairn came storming out, a finger pointed at her, “You cold-hearted crippled bitch. You can’t fire me!”
The office went dead silent and Elide just surveyed her nails, appraising the deep burgundy colour and sleek coffin shape, “Why are you doing this, Cairn? I gave you a civilized way out of this.”
“You fired me because you’re threatened!”
Lorcan choked on his laugh, way too invested in the scene unfolding. Elide sighed again and smiled icily, “Oh, Cairn. You foolish, foolish man. Nothing about you threatens me. I fired you because you’re entitled and incompetent, not to mention you prey on every girl that comes through these doors. Care to remind the office how much you’ve lost in sexual harassment settlements and how many law clerks you’ve gone through in the past year?” He went beet red up to the roots of his brown hair and she continued, “Hm. That’s what I thought. So, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll get your ass out of this office before Lorcan here forcibly removes you. You have a choice to make here.”
Cairn’s watery blue eyes promised her a painful death but he slowly nodded and Elide clapped, “Oh, goodie. Now, carry on.”
Everyone else suddenly found somewhere else to work as Elide and Lorcan continued back to her office. Once the door was closed, Elide flung herself across the low couch and laughed, “I haven’t had fun like that in ages.”
Lorcan huffed a laugh and read her her schedule, “Your immigration lawyer sent over some things for you to sign and you have a deposition with Lucy at one.”
She sighed, “Push the deposition to three and we need to push for an appeal. I’ll need you here this weekend.”
“I can’t.”
Elide slowly sat up, a brow raised. “And why not?”
“I’m going home for the weekend. It’s my sisters’ birthday.”
“I gave you time off?”
“I can just cancel, it’s fine,” he said, silently cursing her and everything she stood for. First weekend home in two years and she makes me cancel?
“You do that, and push Lucy to three.” She stood and waved her hand, effectively dismissing him. Lorcan nodded and took his leave, sitting down heavily as he punched out his mother’s number.
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Lorcan knocked on her door and entered after she called him in. She looked distracted as she spun in her chair, her head resting on her fist. Lorcan slowly closed the door and carefully approached her, “Elide?”
“Did you speak to your mother?”
“Yes.” And she told him to quit, once again. “It’s all sorted.” He was supposed to be going up for his twin sisters, Aneha and Sadirah’s sixteenth birthday. He hadn’t been home in the two years he’d been working for Elide and hadn’t seen his family for seven months.
“There’s been a change of plans, Lorcan.”
“And that is…”
Elide breathed out and stood up, beckoning him over to the low-lying couch and matching armchairs that overlooked Doranelle’s magnificent rivers. “I’m in danger of being deported back to Terrasen. My visa expired and I won’t be able to reapply for a year, which I’ll have to spend in Terrasen.”
Lorcan’s eyes widened and he nodded, “Ok, well, you can always work remotely and-“
“I can’t do that, I won’t be able to work for any Doranellian companies so…” she trailed off and bit her thumbnail, refusing to meet his gaze.
“So?” he prompted, leaning forward, and resting his elbows on his knees.
“I told my boss that we’re getting married.”
“Who?”
“You and me.”
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“All Roads Lead Somewhere” : A Regulus Black Story: Plus Size OC: Chapter Two: The Wounded
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Regulus Black imagine Turned Story
Regulus Black x OC: PS OC, Plus Size OC
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Chapter One
Chapter Three Coming Soon
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The drive there took longer than either of them would have liked and when they came to a stop, she turned to him.
"Just sit here in the car for a second ok?" she said and hopped out.
He watched the half naked woman go to the door where she spoke to it animatedly for a second before it opened to reveal James Potter.
James peered at the car for a second before looking back and what Regulus knew was his sister in law.
He doubted very seriously that this muggle cabbie knew exactly who she'd brought to their doorstep but he knew James would know.
James gave a curt nod and she ran back to the car and opened the door for him.
"Come on." she said, helping him stand and baring most of his weight on her. "He's letting Lily know now. Let's get you inside."
His blood was getting all over her semi bare chest and he noticed her tense a little as they finally crossed the threshold.
He honestly wasn't surprised to be met with several wands pointed at him.
"Oi!" she snapped at none other than Remus Lupin. "Get that thing out of my face! You know I don't like it!"
"Sorry." the tall lad said but didn't bother to listen. "Can't be too careful."
She growled, "I've already told you lot. He's fine. If he'd had any nefarious intentions, I'd have smelled it on him. Now move! Where's my sister?"
Regulus looked at her strangely but couldn't focus on it very much.
As if on cue, none other that Lily Potter, formerly known as Lily Evans, burst into the room with a box of supplies.
The cabbie settled him on the couch and stood up only to be yanked back behind someone.
"Sirius Black! I've told you about that!" she snapped.
Regulus looked up to see his older brother staring down at him with hatred in his stormy gray eyes.
He rounded on her, "You do realize that you've just brought a Death Eater in this house right?! With everything going on?! And you could've been killed! I told you to stay away from anyone who had that mark!"
"You betta get out of my face, Sirius." she growled at him, shoving him back. "I told you I don't like that shit."
Lily set to work on Regulus' wound with a kind but admittedly forced smile, "Hello, Regulus."
"Hi.." he said, far too distracted with everything going on and the fact that he was literally dying right there.
"What happened?" she pressed. "I need to know what it was, so I can treat it."
"Inferi." he said. "It's a long story."
Sirius and the woman stopped bickering for a moment so Sirius could look at him.
"What were you doing with Inferi?" he snapped.
"Betraying Voldemort and likely sealing my death." Regulus seethed right back at his brother.
They stared each other down for a moment before Sirius turned back to the girl, "And just what the hell were YOU doing around Inferi, Sunny? You could've been killed!"
Regulus narrowed his eyes at the name.
So her name was Sunny.
"I was doing my job, Sirius!" she snapped. "He hailed a cab, I pulled up and drove away. That's kind of how it works. Or are you so thick you can't grasp the concept of a cabbie?"
Sirius growled at her and she actually hissed at him.
James stepped in between them and faced his sister in law.
Her emerald eyes had turned into an eerie pale green color and Regulus noted with horror that fangs had protruded from her mouth.
"Sunny, when's the last time you've fed?" he pressed.
"I'm fine, Jamie. Get off." she snapped. "I'm just pissed at the dog who think he can tell me what to do."
Sirius mumbled something about a blood sucking bitch and she launched herself at him.
Remus and James managed to pull her off and Lily finally snapped.
"Sunflower Louise Evans!" she said. "Get out of this room right now! Remus, take her to the kitchen and get the pack out of the freezer! Now!"
"Get off!" Sunny seethed. "I'm fine! I'll get it myself! I'm going!"
Remus still followed her into the kitchen.
James grabbed Sirius rather roughly and began to drag him up the stairs but not before glancing at Lily.
"Are you going to be ok, love?"
Lily rolled her eyes, "He's nearly dead, James. I'm fine."
Regulus chuckled darkly, "Thanks for that vote of confidence."
Lily smirked and shrugged, "Eh, I can heal you. But your no match for anyone at the moment. Besides I'd say anything to get him to get your brother out of my hair."
Regulus chuckled, wincing at the movement.
"You'll be alright, Regulus." she assured him. "But we will have a lot of questions and you won't be allowed to leave. I hope you understand that."
He nodded, "I know. And I'll answer whatever. You can use veritaserum if you need to. I'll tell you whatever. I hadn't exactly planned on living through this anyway."
"So what happened?" she pressed.
"He's awful, Lily." he said. "The Dark Lord. I knew about all the pureblood madness. I was raised that way and I never questioned it because of my parents. Even though I knew it was wrong. But this... what he's willing to do. It's insanity. It's evil. I couldn't... I just couldn't."
She nodded, "Glad you've finally seen the light. Have you-?"
"Severus is fine." he supplied. "I don't know if you still talk or not but he's alright. I think.. I think he's caught on to a lot as well. He may even be working as a spy for the other side. I can't be sure and when I realized things myself I didn't dare ask just in case I were to jeapordize it."
She just nodded and continued to mend him while feeding him potion after potion.
They sat in silence for a while, unaware of Sirius and James who hid just out of sight at the top of the stairs listening.
"Ok, so I think most of the damage is done. The potions will heal some of the internal damage. I'm just having a bit of trouble getting the blood to clot." she said.
"I can help with that."
The two of them looked to the door to see Sunny there, now donning Remus' flannel to cover her, looking a little less worse for wear.
Lily lifted an eyebrow at her sister, "Do you think you can handle it?"
She snorted, flicking her ginger locks from her face, "Witch, please."
Lily rolled her eyes at her younger sister but moved as she made her way over and knelt beside him.
Regulus noted that she smelled incredibly sweet but there was an unmistakable scent of metallic.
He first thought it was his own blood but after piecing together what he'd seen and seeing her now... he deduced that she was a vampire.
"Now, might sting just a bit." she warned and he furrowed his brows at her as she drew closer.
His eyes widened when she bit into his shoulder around the massive wound.
Panic overtook him for a second before a wave of bliss unlike anything he'd ever felt before washed over him.
A few moments passed before she pulled back and he was left in a haze.
She was positively radiant in that moment- looked like a goddess.
She licked his blood off her lips and turned to her sister.
"There." she said. "The venom will force the healing process and make it clot."
She stood from the floor and headed towards the kitchen again, "Oh, and by the way, he's telling the truth."
Regulus furrowed his eyebrows at that before sleep overtook him.
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Hello, my loves! I hope you enjoyed this new update to the story! I’d love to hear from you! What you liked, what you’d like to see happen! How do you feel about Sunny? How do you feel about the obvious tension between she and Sirius? I’d love to hear your thoughts, loves!
All my love darlings!
Kenny
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“You!” with Tommy Shelby x Shelby sister angst please? If not then that’s fine ahaha🖤
Anon: Request where Tommy Shelby finds out his daughters been sleeping and sneaking out with a rival gangsta please
Romeo and Juliet
-Part 1
Pairings: Tommy Shelby x Sister! Reader
Warnings: Swearing, drinking, just Peaky Blinders themes.
A/N: I thought these two requests blended well, so here’s what I came up with! Also, when this request popped up, i thought i was in trouble 😂
“WHERE IS SHE?” THE VOICE OF Arthur Shelby boomed as he entered the den. Groups of men scrambled towards the 4 walls, trying to avoid the wrath of the man with the brutal reputation. “John! Have you seen Y/N?” He asked as he approached the boy by the black board.
“Upstairs.” John replied, shaking his head at whatever rivalry had got into: again.
Bolting up the stairs, his heavy footfall could be heard against the rotting wood as he called, “Y/N!”
A faint voice mumbled, “Shit.” then an “Out, out.” before the slamming of a window. “What do you want, Artie?” The same voice called back, almost mocking him with the nickname she came up with when she was 3.
“Open the fuckin’ door.” Arthur demanded as he tried to jiggle the door open but it was locked.
“I’m changing.” She snapped back, which was true but wasn’t the only reason. The heavy foot falls was once again heard trailing back downstairs as he sulked away, allowing Y/N to crack the window open revealing the dashing boy she’d been sneaking around with for the last year. “Sorry.” She whispered, a smirk played on the boys lips.
“Was worth it.” His deep voice replied before he winked, causing the girl to blush lightly and giggle. No one else but Mattia Sabini -Eldest son of Darby Sabini- had ever made her feel this way, it was corny, she thought. Yet it was true; her hard exterior completely dissolved when around him and it was the same with him…
“See you at the cut, later?” he asked and when the sudden movement from the hallways began to make them both panic, she pecked his lips.
“See you there.” she smiled as he jumped down and she closed and locked the window. Combing through her hair, she took the crazy strands behind her ear and zipped up the back of her dress, making sure she looked presentable…
Gracefully, she walked down the stairs, earning tilts of caps and bows of head from the men in the shop. Unlike the brothers who were feared, Y/N was respected, she was selfless and polite towards everyone -much to her brothers dismay- but she was the beam of light Small Heath needed to keep going!
“There you are.” Polly stated, her nose flared: oh she was mad. Y/N was quick to spin around to see her Aunt and Brother, cross armed staring at her.
“What now?” The 18 year old rolled her eyes aggressively looking severely unimpressed by her family. Polly went to speak when Ada came marching in, followed by a red faced Finn and an out of breathe Isiah. “Yeyyy!” She spoke in a monotone voice. “One big happy family: reunited.” She added in a sarcastic tone, before her face dropped blank. A cold sneer on her face as she looked between them all, never mind the boys, her coldness sent a chill down Polly’s spine…
“Family meeting.” Arthur grumbled, all of them draped into the kitchen whilst Y/N held back, wanting to get away. You see, Y/N used to be close with her family, she really did but war changed them; all of them. Over time, she watched her Aunt deteriorate with fear, Ada got rid of the blanket - seeing how truly vile the world is. The boys came back almost unrecognisable, it hurt her more then anything else. Y/N hadn’t changed, still kind and caring as ever. It was only since there changed ways started to have an influence, she turned colder then the bleak midwinter. That’s the only way to survive this family, you see they tried to protect her, even more so then Finn! It drove her crazy, they acted as if they were the victim but with recent events her own family were becoming the enemy. So along with her cold exterior came her rebelliousness, her and Mattia were supposed to be temporary, they both wanted to break from their families hold but when the two were together it was a great enough escape as it was. However, the Shelby’s had one thing they all still had in common was their hatred to a certain Inspector Campbell.
Tiptoeing away from her family, she saw the one pig that made her blood turn cold and the colour to wash from her face. His sickening smirk was upon his lips, directed towards the young girl. Shivering as her chest began to rise rapidly, she knew he had a certain reputation with women and he hadn’t tried to hide his feeble attempts towards the young girl. Just as his eyes lingered on her, she felt completely dirty. Before she could say something, he flashed a chain she knew all too well.
Y/N’s eyes widened in slight horror, the silver cross gleamed in the dull sunlight as the family gem stone of the Sabini’s flashed in front of her eyes. Oh shit. He’s been watching, probably for months, watching me. She thought. Her heart was pumping so fast the girl presumed she would explode. Y/N knew if her dirty secret got out, it’d collapse the whole family and any progress they’d made -even if she didn’t agree with what they did. To be honest, she was the core to this family. Y/N kept them all sane and in order, Polly knew this, that’s why she pushed her niece away, that’s what she thought would be best for Y/N and the family. Yet Y/N just wanted to feel loved, like before…
Without realising, the Inspector had approached her. Gulping at the closeness, she tumbled back.
“Now, Miss Shelby, seems you have been busy.” His thick Irish accent filled her ears, causing her to shiver.
“Leave me alone.” She expressed weakly, internally scolding herself for it.
“But I think you could be great for the cause. Smart and clearly” he paused, holding up the chain. “Sly.”
Snatching the chain, she glared at the man who continued to smirk. “I don’t know where you fucking got this but you dare utter a single word of this, I’ll cut off your hands and bury you face down in a ditch.” She snarled, she done it once before, Campbell could be next for all she cared.
“Ah, maybe not the brightest. Threatening an Inspector.” he tutted, edging even closer.
A burst of anger fuelled her confidence as she leaned in, whispering “I don’t think the court would care, you didn’t even fight for your country. Your as good as dead to them already.” She whispered maliciously, the devilish smirk and twinkle in her eye reminded all that she was a fucking Shelby.
Walking backwards she watched his face fall flat, almost embarrassed. About to laugh, her body collided with another causing her to turn rapidly. Fuck. Thomas Shelby stood there slightly amused at the Inspectors reaction but his face faltered. Before she could slip away, he spoke “You!” he spoke harshly, “Family meeting.” Simply, she groaned.
“Don’t make me go, Tom.” She huffed, but it was too late she was already dragged by the arm. “Look! I found him.” Y/N announced as if she hadn’t tried to escape, slumping in the seat by John who she still got along with - slightly. “Alright Jo-Jo” she teased him with the old nickname.
“Yeeah, Yeah, shurrup.” he muttered back in a jokingly tone. The two sat and watched as the rest argued back and forth until Tommy turned to stare in their direction when Ada stormed out, scanning over his two younger siblings. Y/N never looked more interested in her life.
“Right, everyone out.” he called. “Not you.” he directed at Y/N who sat back down with a huff. She even noticed Pol linger by the door, not sure if she wanted to leave the two alone: she did.
“What do you want Tom?” she asked cautiously.
“What was Campbell speaking to you about?” he asked calmly, sitting down opposite her whilst lighting a cigarette and she did the same. Inhaling quickly.
“Oh you know, just casual chitter chatter.” She remarked sarcastically, not wanting this conversation to continue. Simply laughing at his intense glare as she did the same. Piercing blue eyes clashing with each other.
“Am I Laughing?” He asked rhetorically.
“No but you should, might melt your cold heart.” She snapped back, had enough of his games. Although he didn’t show it, her comments did nip. everyone who was on the receiving end felt the nip, she was brutal and more importantly very personal. “Now, excuse me.” She spoke.
“I know what your fuckin’ doing.” He seethed, not one to let out his anger but she could easily pull everyone’s trigger, it was a gift. “Your gonna end up dead with him, probably thrown to the bottom of the cut.”
Stopping dead in her tracks, her heart pricked repeatedly. Her wrists curled into balls. “What i’m doing?” She exclaimed. “I’ve done nothing.”
“The Sabini’s are dangerous, I thought you of all people would understand.” He returned to his calm state after a few puffs of tobacco.
Y/N just scoffed. “Sounds familiar doesn’t it, Tom? Falling for the enemy. I thought you of all people would understand.” She reiterated, causing a moment of silence.
Tommy huffed, “I’m worried for ya. You’re my sister.”
Y/N exhaled in a chuckle. “You care?” she shook her head. “No, all you fucking care about is business.”
“Y/N/N.”
“Don’t you fucking dare.” Her voice cracked slightly. “I tried. I fucking tried with you all. You pretend to care about family. All you want is power and money. If i turned up dead in the cut, you wouldn’t even shed a single fucking tear.” Y/N boomed, her temper rising and with the look on Tommy’s face, she was satisfied. Picking up her coat, she ran out to the den frantically. Tears streaming down her cheeks. Pol was quick to see Tommy who was sat there with his head in his hands.
“Y/N?” Arthur asked, placing his arm on his sisters’ shoulder only to be shoved away.
“Fuck off!” She screamed, causing the whole place to fall silent never seeing the girl so angry; an angel soon turned the devil. In a split second she was gone.
Bang.
Everyone stared at the door then turned to Arthur who was now on his way to Tommy with a murderous look plastered across his face…
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The final chapter of my lukanette fic, You Shouldn’t Bear It All is finally finished. This final chapter is dedicated to @edendaphne for her birthday. Happy Birthday Eden!
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It had been three days since the incident with the construction based akuma...and the scare with Marinette. Three days to let his mind process everything that happened.
Unfortunately, those three days of letting all the events sink in didn’t ease any of the pain. Sure, he looked calmer, but internally, he was still buzzing from everything. The weight of assumptions flowing through his head that Marinette deals with revolving around as guardian, all the responsibilities on top of the responsibilities as a civilian.
A few tears slid down his cheeks as memories of seeing her unconscious in the water and on the boat began to plague him again. He’s already spent the last few days dealing with nightmares, nowhere near to the ones he’s dealt with being Viperion. What nightmare wouldn’t be worse when you knew the person behind the mask?
There was no way he could begin to imagine the amount of stress Marinette probably dealt with...alone. He felt like he failed her, failed to see the signs that might have given him a glimpse into her hidden life that held the struggles.
They needed to talk, but he wanted to give Marinette the control and waited for her to call or text when she was ready. There was nothing more important to him than to help her release everything that she’s kept bottled up and closed off to her group of supporters. Why would she hide this from those who could help her?
His chest ached as he heaved a sigh, turning his gaze towards the porthole and looking over the small view of the Seine. The waters calm and silent, the houseboat slightly swaying as if the river was trying to lullaby him from his own stress.
He was thankful for having his own private quarters. The last thing he wanted was to be questioned by Juleka. It didn’t go unnoticed by him that she and their mother have been keeping a close eye on him since the akuma attack. Which was understandable, all Couffaines looked out for each other, but, right now, this wasn’t something that his sister and mother could fully help with.
Bing.
Hearing his phone, Luka reached beside him where it was laying and picked the device up. Clicking the home button and lighting the screen, he saw a text message from Marinette. Entering his passcode, he read her message.
Marinette: Thank you for being patient and waiting. I’m ready to talk. Can you come over?
Luka smiled, some of the anxiety easing from his body now that the chance to finally talk and figure a way to help his overworked girlfriend was available.
Luka: Of course. I’m leaving now. Front or side door?
Marinette: Side door.
Luka: K, see ya soon. Love you, Melody.
Pushing himself off his bed, he pocketed his phone into the back of his charcoal smoke grey jean pocket. Grabbing a thin navy long-sleeved hoodie shirt, he threw it over his black tank top and rolled up the sleeves to his elbows. Heading to his desk, he picked up his keys and wallet, and exited his bedroom and passed through the living space; ignoring the silent gaze from his family.
Up above the desk, Luka passed the boardwalk and onto the dock and straight to the motorcycle chained on the metal pole. Unlocking the chains, he rolled the bike to the street, hopped into the seat, and put his helmet on before igniting life into the engine. Revving the motor a few times, he spun the bike into gear and rode off towards the bakery.
Riding passed buildings and down the maze of roads, he couldn’t wait to reach the bakery and pull Marinette in his arms. It sucked having the boat docked further away, but the ride towards Marinette’s home gave him time to prepare himself for the long-awaited talk.
When Luka finally arrived at the bakery, he pulled his motorcycle up to the back of the bakery in the alleyway, locking it up. Removing his helmet, he sent a text message to Marinette to inform her of his arrival and walked back towards the side entrance of the Dupain-Cheng home. A few seconds later he heard the door jiggle and sound of the lock clicking before opening up and being greeted by Marinette.
“Hey, babe,” greeted Marinette.
“Hey, bug.”
She gave him a small knowing smile and opened the door wider to allow Luka in and moved away to walk up the stairs. Closing the door behind him, Luka locked the door and followed Marinette up the stairs to the main area of the Dupain-Cheng home. Once they entered the living space, Marinette continued her way towards the stairs that led to her bedroom; Luka closed the front door and looked around the home. It was quiet, no sight of Sabine and Tom anywhere.
“Where are your parents?” he asked as he followed Marinette to the stairs leading to her room.
“They’re catering a large banquet down in another city. Just me for another day, so we won’t have to worry about anyone interrupting us” she responded.
The moment they entered her bedroom, Marinette walked to the middle of her room and stopped, hunched slightly as her back faced him. He watched her quietly and noted her movement when one of her hands gripped her opposite arm in nervousness. It was a common gesture he’d seen plenty of times and one that typically led to her apologizing or thinking the worst.
“Luka,” she breathed, “I’m so sor-” she spun to look at him but was cut off when she felt arms wrap around her and her head leaning against Luka’s chest.
He heard her gasp below him, most likely not expecting to have him embrace her. There was no way in hell he was gonna have her apologize for something that she could not control. One could only control their own fate for so long before fate itself regained control and led one down a path most necessary. And right now, fate brought them to this moment and he wasn’t going to let Marinette waste it with apologizing. So, he embraced her tighter and felt relieved to feel her own arms wrap around him in return.
Luka rested his face against her raven locks and silently breathed in her scent to help ground him and cherish the feeling of having his girlfriend in his arms after everything they all went through.
“I love you so much,” he breathed against her. “I wish you would have told someone or me about all these responsibilities.”
“No one is supposed to know.”
“Says who, Melody?”
She was silent, but then he heard her whisper, “Fu.”
Who the hell was Fu? A mentor?
Luka led Marinette to her chaise as they sat down and he looked straight at her and asked, “Who’s Fu, love?”
She looked down, staring at her hands and fiddling with her fingers before closing her eyes, “He was the guardian before me.”
He listened as Marinette explained everything from when she first met Master Fu, to the time she’d go to his place to learn and train in the role of guardianship, to the day Master Fu passed on the role to Marinette.
Luka stood and paced along Marinette’s room, silently seething after hearing everything she told him. Crossing his arms, he sighed deeply and closed his eyes.
“No matter what happened to Fu, I despise him for what he burdened you with.”
“Luka...he had no choice.”
He looked at her with hurt and pain, but not for himself, but for her and everyone that took a role as a hero.
“What gave him the right to deem you and all of us that weld a miraculous with these responsibilities?”
“I’m the one who chose all of you. Well, mostly everyone.”
“Yet, he’s the one who put you in the situation.”
Silence filled between them.
There were not many things that pushed Luka past his calm exterior and mellowed mind, but even he had his limits. Those limits beached by simply knowing that an adult passed on a role to a child. Life these days was already a struggle with them handling school, jobs, and building a future. What kind of future could you build when you have to revolve your life around a box full of magical jewels that could take things that could only ever be believed from fantasy and comics?
Shaking his head, he just felt pain knowing his girlfriend has been revolving her life around a burden of a role thrust upon her when she should be focusing on building a future of her own without worrying about being the guardian.
Looking back at Marinette, he took in her appearance for the first time. The shadows under her eyes could not go unnoticed no matter the attempt to hide them with make-up. Her skin looked a slightly paler than the full warmth she’s had when they first met all those years ago.
Life was a struggle that everyone dealt with, but in front of him, he felt like he was staring into a shell of a person reaching for help but held back by fear.
“You can’t keep doing this alone, Melody. This has to stop.”
Marinette stood and walked around her room, “I can’t. No one is supposed to know.”
She turned to him, “There’s already risks with you knowing about my identity! Fu said no one is to know identities. He warned me of the dangers and I failed him! A guardian is the protector of the miracle box and I couldn’t even protect my own identity!” Tears broke the surface as they streamed down her face, “I’m not a worthy guardian! I failed to be a good guardian like Fu! I knew I couldn’t measure up to him like I-”
“Enough!” he shouted with firmness, cutting her off from her rambled speech.
Marinette stopped and turned to Luka, looking at him with surprise. He stood there gazing at her with stiffness and fire in his eyes like she was a mere child about to be berated by a parent.
“Enough,” he stated again, softer though still holding firmness like the first. He walked towards her and took hold of her shoulders to ensure she looked at nothing else but him. “Listen to me, Marinette, and listen hard. You’re not Fu. Stop trying to be like Fu.”
He emphasized each word of his last sentence, watched as she continued to stare at him, doe-eyed wide, before she finally blinked and broke their gaze. Quietly, Luka led her back to her chaise and sat side by side, facing one another as he let her take a breather. There was no way to describe everything on how he felt, nor hers.
However, regardless of the swirl of emotions and tension surrounding them, he felt like he finally got through to her with his statement.
“But he taught me everything, Luka. It’s all I know before he left.”
Marinette looked lost, slightly defeated, but overall, just exhausted. She looked like a person who’s just trying to push forward and survive.
“And do you agree with the things he taught you?”
He watched her hesitate, curl up and she looked down.
“Please, Marinette, be honest with me. You’ve never had trouble talking to me about anything before.”
“No...I never approved of some of the things he taught me. It was hard enough to tell him that he needed to include Chat Noir with his presence as guardian.”
Luka didn’t speak, he sat there on her bedroom floor, waiting for her to look at him again. He wanted to be patient. If there was going to be a chance to lift the weight of all these burdens and responsibilities from Marinette, there had to be passiveness.
Thankfully, after a few moments, Marinette finally looked back up.
“If you didn’t agree with hiding things from Chat Noir, then why burden yourself with the very thing you went against? If you didn’t feel comfortable telling me, why didn’t you confide with Chat Noir? Surely your partner would be willing to help you.”
He watched Marinette shift on her chaise and pull up legs and wrapped her arms around them, lowering her head on his knees.
“Because I’m afraid, Luka. I’m afraid of failing. Fu mentioned the dangers and I don’t want to risk the ones I love with those dangers.”
Luka shifted as he moved closer to Marinette, sliding his legs underneath her chaise and resting his hands around her legs, gently rubbing his thumb along the smoothness of her skin.
“Marinette, I want to ask you some questions. Can you handle that?”
She gave him a small nod and waited.
“Everything that Fu taught you, is it teachings that run from guardian to guardian?”
She raised her head slightly, confused as she gave him a questioning gaze, “What?”
“The teachings that Fu taught you as the future guardian, was it stuff that was taught to him? Like actual guidelines to being a guardian.”
He watched as her brows lowered in deep thought, eyes moving around as she discussed within her own space. Then, she looked back at him.
“N-no. I remember him saying that when he was a kid, he made a mistake that caused all the guardians to disappear along with other miracle boxes. Until the monster he created was destroyed by me and Chat Noir a couple of years ago.”
Taking in the information, Luka nodded to everything being told to him and calmly took a breath and prepared himself for the awaited discussion.
“Alright. So, if I understood correctly, Fu had no one to train him as guardian, right?” He watched her nod, and he couldn’t help but offer her a small smile. “Then what dictates Fu’s rules and sayings as fact and truth?”
Marinette was about to respond, but he watched with a hopefulness that she didn’t have an answer to his question. And it was right now that gave Luka enough courage to finally try and convince her that she doesn’t have to do this alone.
“Listen to me, Marinette,” he started softly, “Everything that Fu taught you doesn’t mean you have to do things like him. From what it sounds like, he was doing things that he believed was right in hopes to survive and make work. What he taught you were things he learned through mistakes, but that doesn’t mean his ways are absolute. He taught you foundations of basics that would help you begin as guardian, but not to form your life around it.”
He gave her a stronger smile that displayed how proud he was for her. There was never doubt that Marinette would be a great guardian, but every now and then, she let fears and worry lead her astray. This is what made him feel persistent that his melody needed confidants and helpers.
“Fu saw something in you to make you Ladybug and guardian. And I can’t even begin to express how proud I am to know that he chose you, because there’s no one else I can imagine being guardian or the heroine. But you can’t be a great guardian if you’re trying to be someone you’re not.”
He took a deep breath and held Marinette with a look of determination and took her hands, “So, tell me, what is it that guardian Marinette wants?”
Luka held his gaze with hers and waited, offering her hands a squeeze in silent support. It was hard, he knew it. There was no doubt this was all hard for Marinette and that it’s been a burden for so long. But he had hope, he always had hope when it came to Marinette. She was a stubborn one and knew she could triumph from this overwhelming past.
He felt the weight of her hands returning a squeeze and looked up to catch a new fresh trail of tears flowing down her cheeks.
“I want help,” she swallowed and hiccuped from the emotions flowing through her, “I don’t want to do this alone.”
Relief filled Luka as he heard those precious words. The tension that surrounded them slowly diminished from the room. He couldn’t begin to wonder how long Marinette wanted to reach out for help.
Pushing himself up, Luka moved to the top of the chaise and pulled Marinette into a loving embrace. He felt her hands grip the front of his shirt as she broke down in relief; releasing all the tension she held on her shoulders from the past three years. And as she cried, he just held her close, laying his head above hers and rubbed his hand along her back, whispering soothing words.
As the sobs softened to mere sniffles, there was a welcoming new energized air that floated within the room. It looked and felt brighter, like an internal grey cloud long gone with nothing but the warmth of love.
Seeing some movement to his side, Luka looked over to Marinette’s desk and saw Tikki quietly watching them with wonder and relief within those large ocean sea eyes. Motioning the kwami over, the little god floated towards the couple and lowered herself to her chosen’s shoulder and nuzzled against the girl’s face.
Luka watched Marinette push herself up, his hands falling to her waist as his girlfriend reached for her kwami.
“Tikki,” she smiled.
“I’m so sorry, Marinette. I should have done better to help you. It was only until the recent akuma and talking with Luka that I realized how different everything is and that time is not what it was with Fu.”
Marinette pulled Tikki against her again as their version of a hug. To Luka, he was glad Marinette had the little god in her life. If it were anything like him with Sass, they had a bond with one another that knew no bounds.
“So,” spoke Luka, “What do you want to do? As guardian, your word is the law.”
“He’s right, Marinette,” came Tikki’s voice, “As guardian you can choose to do whatever you wish. It’s not up to us, kwami to tell you what to do. If having help gives you more strength, then do it.”
The god of creation gave her a supportive smile.
Luka and Tikki watched as Marinette fell silent and into her own space as her eyes became distant and moved in thought.
It was like a new spark was beginning to take over his Melody and he couldn’t be more excited to see that gleam in her eyes.
“Tikki, can you send a message to Plagg and Longg to inform Chat Noir and Ryuuko to meet up at the Eiffel Tower at ten tonight?”
Giving the girl a nod, Luka watched Tikki float to Marinette’s desk and fall into a trance when Marinette turned her attention to him.
Marinette launched herself into her boyfriend’s arms and embraced him, “Thank you, Luka.”
“Anytime, love.”
Breaking the embrace, he watched as Marinette stood up and went over to the chest where the miracle box hid and returned with a smaller box in hand, sitting back on the chaise next to him. Marinette handed what he knew was the snake miraculous.
“What?” he asked, confusion taking over and looking back to her.
“I’m taking your advice and for that, I need to give you, Sass.”
At a loss of words, he looked back to the miraculous box and opened the case when a familiar green glow burst and disappeared to reveal Sass. The little reptile smiling back at him with long-awaited excitement.
“Luka!” Sass exclaimed before launching to the musician. Both boys giggling at their own little reunion.
Looking up to Marinette, he was at a loss on what Marinette had planned. He wanted to know what the holder of creation had up her sleeve.
“What’s your plan?”
Marinette smiled as she watched him and Sass reunite, “I’ll explain when we meet up with the others. For now, I feel exhausted after releasing what I held back. How do you feel about a nap and dinner before meeting up with Chat and Ryuuko?”
He smiled as Sass nuzzled against him and flew off towards Tikki. Moving closer to Marinette, he pushed himself towards the head of the chaise and opened his arms for Marinette and smiled, “It sounds like a plan.”
Taking the offer, Marinette pushed herself into Luka’s embrace as they laid in the chaise, closed their eyes, and fell into a slumber.
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Hours later, the sky dark as the open ocean under the light of the moon, Marinette and Luka opened the sun window up the balcony of her bedroom, Tikki and Sass following close behind.
“Ready?” asked Luka.
He watched her smile as she looked up to the night sky and closed her eyes, inhaling the cool air.
“I am. I’m ready to move forward with a fresh start.”
Luka moved next to her and wrapped an arm around her waist.
“I’m proud of you, you know. I know it’s hard for you at times to ask for help, but I’m glad you’re taking that step for yourself. And no matter what you decide tonight, remember you have people who will support you.”
Marinette turned and wrapped her arms around Luka’s shoulders and pushed herself up on her toes. Following her motion, Luka lowered his head until their lips touched for a small kiss. When they broke apart, Marinette’s eyes gleamed with newfound happiness.
“Thanks for being my rock, Luka.”
Embracing Marinette in a quick hug, he looked out into the city of Paris, bright with city lights in the distance near the Eiffel Tower.
“Let’s go.” Turning to her kwami, “Tikki, Spots On.”
In a flash of pink, Luka watched in elation as his girlfriend transformed into the spotted heroine. When the transformation finished, his elation turned into awe.
“Your suit changed.”
He watched Marinette blink in surprise as she took in her new look. Gone was the red suit and black dots. In place, her suit looked more mature as her suit split into sections of red and black.
Similar to his suit as Cardinalis, fingers black like a fingerless glove, her palms and up to her forearms coated in red and black spots. Her biceps sectioned in black, only for her shoulders and torso to regain the red and black spotted pattern; the shoulder area looking like shoulder-padded armor. The thighs take on the full black, but switch to the red with black spots from her calves down, only to fade to full red at her feet. And unlike her old design, her feet became boot-like with small one inch heels. Lastly, in the center, was a black belt wrapped around her waist area where her yo-yo latched onto.
“H-how?” she asked in equal surprise and confusion.
“If I had to guess, I would say with you taking the step in acknowledging you need help and taking action to better yourself, the miraculous took it as a sign of growth.” Taking in her attire as a whole, “You look beautiful.”
Taking that as his cue, he followed in Marinette’s footsteps and called upon his transformation.
“Sass, Scales Slither.”
With a flash of turquoise, his body took on the transformation, though when the transformation finished, like Ladybug’s, his suit altered from his original Viperion design. Still bearing his Viperion color palette, his suit took on the design layout from when he was Cardinalis but taking on more black as the main base.
“Looks like I’m not the only one with an upgrade,” said Ladybug.
“Makes me wonder since the two of us gained upgrades if Chat Noir and Ryuuko will obtain them as well.”
Well, with what I have planned, I’m sure they will.”
Unhooking her yo-yo and wrapped her free arm around Viperion, “Better hold on.”
With a flick of her wrist, the two launched off her balcony and made their way towards the Eiffel Tower.
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In minutes, Ladybug and Viperion landed on the cool metal beams of the Eiffel Tower and looked up at the approaching figures of Chat Noir and Ryuuko.
When Ladybug and Chat Noir made eye contact, the cat holder broke out in a run and embraced his partner. Returning the gesture, Ladybug wrapped her arms around his chest, sinking in her partner’s embrace.
“Hey, Chat.”
“I was so worried about you.”
“I’m sorry I made you wait. I had a lot going through my head and it’s time we talked.”
Releasing his partner, Chat Noir took a step back, concern etched in his face but pushed it aside for the moment when he took in his partner’s new attire.
“I have to say, looking good with the new look, LB. I take it this has something to do with what you want to talk about?”
She gave a nod, “You got it.”
Ladybug looked to her right and smiled at seeing Ryuuko standing, waiting patiently, with a smile of her own at the heroine.
“Hello, Ryuuko. I’m glad you were able to make it tonight. All four of us have some discussions ahead of us. Let’s move towards the top of the structure where we have better stability and cover.”
Giving her a nod, all three heroes followed Ladybug to the top of the Eiffel Tower and waited for further instructions. Silence filling the space around them except for the creaking of the iron of the structure swaying from the small breeze in the air.
They waited quietly as Ladybug took a breather and then opened her mouth to speak.
“I’m sure you all have questions, but, first,” -looking at Chat Noir- “I’d like to apologize to you.”
“Me?” Chat Noir stated, clearly off guard and confused. “What do you have to apologize for?”
“For not listening to you a couple of years ago about revealing identities shortly after I became guardian.”
“LB, it’s okay. You had your reasons and I respect that. You don’t have to apologize for worrying about your safety and everyone else's.
Ladybug crossed her arms as she looked away from her partner.
“If only that were true, Chat. It wasn’t because that’s what I wanted, it was because that’s what was engraved into me and I believed it. If it weren’t for Viperion, I would never have realized how unhealthy that choice to believe everything would affect me in the end.”
Worry filled both Chat Noir and Ryuuko’s face, except for Viperion as he stood and listened to his girlfriend take the long-awaited step she’s been craving for so long. He may not have shown much emotion other than a small smile, but he was damn proud of her.
“It was because of Viperion and Tikki that made me realize that as a guardian, everything taught to me doesn’t mean I have to follow it and live it word for word. And as the guardian, I can make my own choices that I believe and feel could benefit us all.” -she swallowed and pushed out a tensioned breath- “So, as the guardian, I want to ask you, as my partner...would you still be willing to a reveal between all four of us? I mean I know we know Viperion and Ryuuko, but you know what I mean.”
“Why us two?” asked Ryuuko.
“Because what I have planned revolves around the four of us.”
“Then let’s do it,” smiled Chat Noir, “If this is going to help you then my decision is already decided for me.”
Nerves started to take hold of Ladybug; she was about to learn who her long time partner was and she was buzzing with mixtures of nervousness and excitement.
“How about we count to three and all release our transformation?” offered Viperion.
Nodding quickly, Ladybug started the countdown and the others joined in. When they reached one all closed their eyes and called off their transformations.
Luka and Kagami were the first ones to open their eyes and looked at each other and simply smiled at each other. During the past three years and watching Marinette and Adrien become inseparable friends, they two became close friends with one another and couldn’t hold back the silent chuckles.
Taking a quick look at their significant other, both Luka and Kagami stepped aside and embraced one another.
“Glad to finally give you a hug. Learning you were Ryuuko shouldn’t have surprised me as much three days ago. Only a badass spitfire could be the badass dragon.”
“And only a wise old snake would be the one to become a temporary Ladybug.”
Both giggled and looked over at Marinette and Adrien, still with eyes closed. Most like each internally motivating them to prepare for the reveal.
“How much surprise do you think they’ll have once they see each other?” Luka whispered to Kagami.
“A lot. There might be tears,” she responded.
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Taking a breather, Marinette spoke between her and her partner, “Ready?”
“Yea.”
He was just as breathless, but together, they opened their eyes and blue met green. Both Adrien and Marinette stood frozen as they stared into the eyes of their best friend, not just as partners but as civilians.
Green eyes glistened as tears surfaced when everything that happened the past three days resurfaced in his head and let the tears flow. Moving forward, Adrien embraced Marinette in his arms, far tighter than before. For Marinette, she simply collapsed into Adrien’s arms and both broke out in soft sobs. She slipped her arms stuck between them and wrapped her arms around his chest and pulled him closer.
“O-oh god, Adrien,” mumbled Marinette.
“I c-can’t believe I almost l-lost you. M-my best friend,” he cried on her shoulder.
“I’m sorry, so sorry. I-I didn’t w-want anyone to worry.”
Adrien clung tighter and heaved, “You and your stubbornness.”
Marinette gave a watery laugh, earning one from Adrien as well.
“You enjoy this stubbornness you crazy cat,” she stated softly.
Breaking the embrace, the two heroes smiled at one another when Adrien shook his head, “I can’t believe it’s been you all this time.” -he looked at his friend seriously but out of care- “You should have asked for help, Marinette?”
“You know me and how I let myself let fear take over sometimes.”
Adrien shook his head, giving her a smirk, “I hope Luka knocked some sense into you.”
She huffed out and drawled, “Yes.”
He chuckled, “Good.” -looking over to Luka and Kagami talking- “Should we continue the rest of what you have planned then? I’m curious.”
Marinette smiled, “Of course. Then let’s head to the others so I can explain the rest of my plan.”
Giving her a nod, Adrien and Marinette walked over to where Kagami and Luka stood to talk amongst themselves.
“Hey, guys,” breaking the two from their deep conversation and turning to Marinette. Gesturing everyone to sit, they all followed Marinette and all sat in the form of a small circle.
“As I mentioned earlier, I was struggling a lot, but I always hid it from others. It wasn’t till the recent incident that required Luka to take my place temporarily that my life revolved around a lot of responsibilities. So much so, that I let the guardian life through Fu’s views take over and misguide me a bit. If it weren’t for Luka’s insight, I don’t think I would have ever taken the necessary step to better my life. So, what I’m about to ask is asking a lot. But if you wish to not take it I completely understand.”
Taking a breather, she looked at Luka and Kagami.
“First off, I would like you two to become permanent members of the miraculous team,” -looking at Adrien- “What say you, partner?”
“I couldn’t ask for a finer duo to add to the team. I’m all for it.”
He gave a wink to Kagami, only for his girlfriend to roll her eyes, but smiled.
“I have a question though,” asked Kagami, turning to Marinette. “Why Luka and I? Why not Alya and Nino?”
The ladybug holder gave a small smile, “I love those two, I do. However, my reason for not making them permanent is because Alya has a tendency to be...hyperactive. I know she can be serious, but I also know her love of superheroes and Ladyblog can sometimes get in the way. But with what I have in mind, I didn’t want to risk the issues of identities knowing she has the Ladyblog. As for Nino, he’s not great at keeping secrets and I know for fact he and Alya share a lot between each other.”
“You got that right,” mumbled Adrien under his breath.
“I love them both, but Adrien and I need two people who are mature and insightful. That’s why I chose you and Luka as a permanent holder along with a reveal.”
Still confused, Kagami asked, “Then...what’s the last part of your plan?”
Looking at Adrien, Kagami, and Luka seriously, she swallowed and breathed out, “I’d like to make you three guardian of the miracle box with me.”
All three members went wide-eyed and mouths dropped from her answer, fully speechless. Before any of them could speak, Marinette continued.
“Luka was right. I can’t do this alone anymore. I’m tired of being alone and with all these secrets.” Sitting up straighter, she spoke with strength, “If you are willing, I’d like to teach you in the ways as guardians and learn the ways of the miraculous and all the history that follows it. I’d like to have our own guardianship where we have each other to rely and fall back on. But, most importantly, to support one another. If an akuma attack were to happen and I couldn’t get away to retrieve a miraculous or other guardian business, we have others who can do that for us.” -Looking at each of them separately- “So, would you three be guardians with me?”
“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Luka being the first to speak. “If this is what it takes to lift some of these burdens off your shoulder, then I’m all in.”
“It would be an honor to serve alongside you as guardian, Marinette. If this is what it takes to allow you to live a healthier life, I’ll gladly accept the role.”
Marinette felt relieved and excited. Not only was she not going to be alone anymore, but she was going to have a family within a guardianship. Turning to Adrien, she waited but knew everything was going to be okay when she watched Adrien give her a full smile.
“We’ve been partners this long, haven’t we? I’ve always got your back, princess. You can count this cat in.”
She sighed, all the tension she didn’t know she held was finally gone.
“You have no idea how happy you all made me. I’m so excited to share this with you.” Reaching out her hand, “Reach out your hand, please,” -she watched as the others reach out their hands in which she placed all three between her hands- “I, Ladybug, hereby add Chat Noir, Ryuuko, and Viperion as guardians of the miracle box and miraculous.”
Adrien, Kagami, and Luka felt a sudden soft bolt of energy through their bodies.
Releasing their hands, Marinette gave them a smile and nod, “Welcome to the guardianship.”
Looking up at the darkening sky, she decided to end the meeting for tonight.
“We’ll meet up in a couple of days and work on schedules and plans. But, for now, I think it’s time we all head home.”
They all stood up and Kagami was the first to hug Marinette and wish her a good night, moving over to Luka to do the same as Adrien walked over to his long time partner. Giving her one final embrace, both Adrien and Kagami called on their transformations, coated in green and red light. When the lights faded, both heroes prepared to say their final goodbyes but stopped once they caught Luka and Marinette’s grins.
“What?” asked Chat Noir.
“Looks like the two of you are now starting anew with us in the new attires,” answered Luka.
Both Chat Noir and Ryuuko looked down to find their old designs gone and replaced with new looks.
“We’ll discuss more next time, for now, the two of you better get home before your parents find out. Though do enjoy your new outfits on the way home,” stated Marinette.
Giving the couple one more round of smiles, Chat Noir and Ryuuko laughed as they took off into the night together and towards home. Luka and Marinette gave their own laughs as they watched the couple have fun and chase after one another.
“You did amazing tonight, my melody,” Luka turned to his girlfriend as she looked at him with those blue doe eyes.
“Well, I have you to thank. It was fate that landed me in the Seine that day. And it was fate that gave me all my friends, especially the three of you.”
Bringing Marinette into a lover’s embrace, they stood there in each other’s arms as the small breeze blew around them and their kwamis snuggled on their shoulders.
Fate brought him closer to his girlfriend, but it was fate that gave him the chance to change the hardship that Marinette struggled within her life. And with Adrien and Kagami, the responsibilities that Marinette once held as burdens can now give her peace and strength. Together, they’ll be able to tackle whatever fate decides to throw their way next.
#lukanette#adrigami#luka couffaine#marinette dupain cheng#kagami tsuguri#adrien agreste#fic#ml fic#luka x marinette#adrien x kagami#Ladybug#Viperion#Ryuuko#Chat Noir#ml#miraculous ladybug#miraculous ladybug and chat noir
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“What an arrogant, selfish, son of a–UGH! Like he has any right to say ANYTHING!!!!” Kagome seethed.
“Miss Kagome, the master means well,” Myouga tried to soothe the young woman about Inuyasha’s attitude towards her attire.
“You mean ‘means well’ as him being a crazy, overprotective, wordy, arrogant, prick?!”
“Miss Kagome, how much do you truly know about demons?” Myouga asked.
“Well as much as my research has told me, which unfortunately isn’t a lot compared to what I’ve learned just by being with Inuyasha for the past couple weeks. I mean, I just learned demons are actually in hiding when we had believed them to be instinct! It’s incredible! My actual professor is a demon!”
“Well, allow me to–ahem–share some things with you about inu-youkai in particular.”
“‘Dog demons’?”
“Preciously. That is the lineage of which my master Inuyasha is derived from.”
“Well I knew that from the way he snarls, growls, and basically barks,” she added rolling her eyes laughing at her own joke.
“Inu-youkai make perfect Guardians because they typically… find one person they wish to protect, and they latch on. They become overly protective of their uhm… ‘Chosens’, if you will. When Inu-youkai bred, their sons or daughters were often picked to become Guardians because their heritage made them perfect protectors. If they trained hard enough, they would be granted a member of the royal lineage to protect. There, of course, were other demons who also became Guardians such as ookami and kitsune.”
“But wasn’t his Chosen killed five-hundred years ago? Didn’t she seal him away? The guy doesn’t even know why… And why would he suddenly be so assertive in protecting me from a guy I happen to work with? I’m obviously not his Chosen or whatever. There’s no reason for me to have a Guardian. He just mistook me for her when I accidentally woke him up. Why is he still insistent he, I don’t know, follow me around like a guard dog? You just said they latch on to their Chosens, so obviously he’s just being crazy!”
Myouga sighed. He knew the young girl knew and felt more than she was letting on. If anything, she was just trying to save her young heart… The master was stubborn and after everything that happened five-hundred years ago, he couldn’t blame him. But he also knew his master was foolish, and Kikyo was not his actual Chosen… He could only hope his master could come to terms with his instincts before the damage he caused the poor girl was irreversible.
Clearing his throat, he informed the young woman, “Youkai do not choose their Chosens; their Chosens are picked for them and I do not mean by the council. Just because they are given a royal member to protect, that did not make them their Chosen.”
“Wait, I’m confused–what–”
“Chosens are picked by a demon’s internal instincts, Miss Kagome. Once they have picked, they cannot let go.”
“I’m still confused; what does that have to do with me?”
“Sigh, you will learn soon, Miss Kagome. I am unfortunately not allowed to give any further information; I can only hope the master will be more forthcoming in time…” Myouga couldn’t give her anything else. Not until his master was ready. While the young miss was intelligent, he knew she had not caught the double meaning of the word Chosen. It had meant a mate, in the terms of youkai culture and for humans, a mortal a guard would protect. It was not Myouga’s place to tell the young woman that Kikyo had been his ward in a sense, but not his mate. His mate was Kagome and Kagome alone.
She thought quietly to herself on their walk to the museum to meet Hojo; she obviously had much more to learn from Inuyasha and she grew more determined in that moment that she would be pursuing that knowledge whether he chose to give it or not. It had been a couple weeks since she had awoken the half-demon. He was striking… handsome… daring… She bit her lip at the thoughts that his body stirred within her. It was embarrassing to be that attracted to someone she honestly didn’t know much about. But she also really admired him. Intellectually, he was a very fast learner. Stubborn. Quick to anger. Loyal. Ugh! He drove her crazy! What sucked was it sometimes was in a good way…
He had told her very little about his past. Bare minimum to be exact. She gathered from his experience of being sealed, he was very distrusting given that his last Chosen, Kikyo, claimed he betrayed her. She sealed him as punishment and when he awoke, she was gone—and Kagome was in her place. He mistook her for Kikyo because they looked so similar and he tried to just serve her, but she could tell how much he loathed it. It was rather annoying.
After things had been cleared up and he finally realized she wasn’t his master or whatever he thought she was, he seemed lost. Distant. Irritable. He didn’t want to divulge more and basically always looked at her out the side of his eyes in a… securable kind of way. Like he was studying her. Anytime she asked him what was wrong he would grunt and turn away. That in itself was maddening.
Honestly, she felt bad for the guy; obviously something happened between Kikyo and him… maybe he was more than just her Guardian maybe they were…in love. She was what he referred to as his Chosen.
But that was five-hundred years ago. Then again, to him it was a month ago. She resembled Kikyo, sure. Myouga even mistook her for the old priestess. That was probably half of the problem of why he couldn’t actually move on with his life. She was familiar to him but at the same time not. He made sure to rub her face in how unlike his former Chosen she was. Good. Fine. Whatever. She didn’t want to be like her anyway. She had been perfectly fine, living her life for the past twenty-three years without him anyway. She didn’t need to be reminded that she wasn’t… anybody else. She was Kagome; a student at the university, hand-picked by Totosai to explore the tombs to study the materials to prepare for her master’s thesis… She didn’t need to be anybody else for someone to fall in love with her.
Wait a—why did her thoughts go there?! They’d only known each other for a month! He hated her—yea sure, he protected her when those demons came alive at the museum, but he still felt it was his sworn duty to his master, Chosen, whatever Kikyo was to him. Sigh. She was pathetic. Maybe she should have just accepted Hojo’s proposal to be courted. She wasn’t getting any younger. She was too different from other women in this era anyway. The twenties were so...blah. She didn’t want to be a good little housewife. She preferred pants to dresses, research to makeup, and spoke her mind rather than kept quiet. Hojo might be what she needed to accept; but she definitely felt torn because now she knew what it was like to desire someone. To have some weird but magical pull towards someone she barely knew but couldn’t help wanting to learn everything about. But she knew that would never happen. He obviously had no desire other than to make her life and job a living hell. He… loved Kikyo. Kikyo was his Chosen. Not her. Not regular plain old boring Kagome. Just as Myouga said, ‘Chosens’ are picked by instinct. And his Chosen was gone.
What she didn’t realize as she was lost in her thoughts was someone lurking in the shadows behind her as she entered the museum to meet Hojo for the fundraiser. Someone who was not Inuyasha.
“What is wrong with that girl?” he asked himself, still sitting in the room where Kagome left him. Didn’t she realize by now he was supposed to protect her? Did their first run in at the museum teach her literally nothing?!
“Gods she’s just a–” he couldn’t finish that thought. The past couple of weeks had proven to him she was definitely not Kikyo. She was abrasive, vocal, assertive, annoying, stubborn, spoiled, quirky, kind, caring, beautiful–whooooaaaaaaaaa. And there went his thoughts again to a place he couldn’t go.
He exhaled in frustration. His instincts were all over the place. Five hundred years ago it was easier… Guardians were typically assigned a family to protect--specifically royal families or those who held important positions in the kingdom. Kikyo, the high priestess, and he were of similar age so he was placed with her. She required a full time Guardian due to her position in the palace. Her parents had been killed in one of the uprisings and she cared for her younger sister, Kaede. Kaede was still in training to become a priestess as well but lived in a different sector of the castle. He had grown to care immensely for the young woman. She was sworn to her duty. They were a fine match. Then all that crazy shit happened.
He felt betrayed. Hurt. But he was her Guardian. He was but a tool for her to use. While Guardians held their place by the ones they protected, sometimes more came out of it, other times they lived chaste lifestyles. Not every Guardian met their Chosen when they were assigned a family. He was but a half-demon. Not good enough for anyone or anything. He trained hard and proved himself in the trials to make his father proud since his brother had decided on a different way of life. The council had chosen him to become a Guardian because of all his hard work. It was almost unheard of that a half-demon made the selection. Not that half-demons were scarce. He, in fact, had been born because his father was placed with his own mother as a Guardian. But most had taken their places in the royal court with their families when that occurred—something Inuyasha didn’t want. He wanted a ‘simple’ life—to protect just like his father had.
He passed all the tests and made the cut—then he had been placed with Kikyo and it was a good match; they worked well together. But that’s when things almost fell apart. Things he refused to think about, too fresh, too painful, took place and before he knew it, he was sealed away because of his ‘treachery’. But it was who had betrayed him. Then in a blink, he awoke and mistook Kagome for Kikyo.
He learned quickly they were nothing alike and her scent–Gods–that woman’s scent. It did things to him… things like the other Guardians spoke of with their assigned families when they found their Chosen. Like what his father said about his mother. They had referred to the ones they were assigned to protect as their Chosens—whether they were to mate with them or live a companionable life with them. His father’s Chosen, his mother, turned out to be his mate. It had been such a scandal because he had already mated with his brother’s mother. But the other demons understood, humans did not.
His mother left the royal family to be with his father and they moved to live with the regular citizens. This had been one of the reasons he desired to take his place as Guardian—to prove his father had not dirtied their blood or soiled their name as the Taisho clan.
When he met Kikyo he had thought she was beautiful. Refined. Poised. He had only thought that after they had met, they would probably grow to fall in love like others said. His father explained it wasn’t like that though. Inuyasha equated the mis-hit due to this human half. But now, he knew. He knew exactly what his father meant all those years ago. He had literally been slapped in the face and had his instincts take hold and never want to let go of that beautiful scent that was Kagome. To always be with her—someone who he had now sworn to protect, not out of duty, but out of desire. To love, cherish, and mate with her… Fuck. His mind and heart were literally at war. It wasn’t fuckin’ right.
To top off his emotional and instinctual angst, his fuckin’ chosen is out now with another male. Hobo or whatever. Yea, she said it was to gather information. Yea, Myouga was with her. Didn’t mean she had to show that much skin. Even though that teal dress was beautiful, her bare back was so alluring, her hair pinned up, her neck calling his name to bite and suckle. Mark. Dammit. He guessed to be fair… he had been avoiding her. Ignoring her to the best of his abilities anyway. After the shit in the past, how could he allow himself to get close to someone else? To be that vulnerable? It may have been five-hundred years for everyone else, but it had only been maybe a month for him…
How could he even bring himself to open up such a sensitive topic? Let alone pour out his heart to a mortal who likely would look at him like he was crazy? Say, “Oh hey, I know you just learned demons are real and shit, but they also know their Chosens by scent and you’re it. You’re meant to be with me. Let’s go fuck.” Yea. Right. She’d probably push him back in the tomb and close the fucking door saying to hell with her research.
His eyes widened as he took in a scent of someone familiar, someone from his past, but someone he had also never met. He could sense a demon nearby. KAGOME!
He took off running down the street, forgoing his charm to change him into his human form. He needed his claws out and ready for whatever dumb bastard that thought they could attack his Chosen; they were gravely mistaken!
Son of a bitch! He froze at the entrance of the museum. He recognized this scent… It belonged to some other mortal Kikyo had a decent amount of contact with; likely someone who had been in the infirmary. Inuyasha’s guardianship wasn’t needed in that area according to Kikyo. How could they have survived this long—as a mortal—and especially if they were in that sick area being treated by the high priestess?
“Miss Kagome, come this way! Let’s go meet with the financial coordinator!” Hojo took her hand and led her through the crowd.
“Miss Kagome,” Myouga whispered.
“What is it?” she whispered back.
“Be very aware of your surroundings… We are not alone.”
“What do you—”
“Miss Kagome, meet Mr. Naraku Onigumo. Mr. Naraku, this is Miss Kagome Higurashi,” Hojo said as he stepped aside to allow them to shake hands.
“Hello Mr. Onigumo, a pleasure,” she extended her hand to which he took. A sudden shiver ran through her body and she felt nauseous, so much so, that she almost dropped his hand in what she could only describe as revulsion… fear… emotions she did not commonly have towards strangers. But above all, the thing that bothered her was the smile he gave her when she trembled. It was dark, sinister, and while it was quick enough to where Hojo hadn’t seen, it was foreboding enough to make her want to excuse herself. She swore she could see images, almost like they had met in a past life. Ancient… clothing like Inuyasha wore when he was released from the tomb. The sinister smile and an evil cackle rung in her head. Why was she seeing these things?
“Miss Kagome, I’ve heard many great things about you from Mr. Hojo. I am truly honored to finally meet you.”
She felt Myouga tugging at her hair that was pulled up and it gave her an odd sense of comfort, knowing he too, felt the ominous presence coming from the gentleman in front of her.
“That’s always nice to hear!” she laughed nervously. Her thoughts immediately went to Inuyasha—wondering where he was and if he would make it to her on time. But she couldn’t figure out why her brain thought she was on a timer or why she directly wanted and needed him. She really wished she had asked more about being a Guardian and how they were summoned…she swallowed. Could he possibly sense if she was in danger?
She swore his eyes flashed red as he took a step closer to her making her take an instinctive step back. Smiling uneasily, Kagome tried to remain calm. He chuckled and put his hand around her back ushering her to go with him, “Come, let us get a refreshment and talk over some ideas I have. Mr. Hojo, please accompany us.”
Swallowing hard and trying to steady her breathing, she reached up so as to scratch her head to the naked eye, but dislodged Myouga and tossed him towards the door. She hoped he knew exactly what she meant since she couldn’t voice to him to go find who she needed. But considering he didn’t cry out or leap back on her shoulder, she assumed he got the message.
Inuyasha followed the scent and ended up in the dark abandoned part of the museum. He looked around and was heavily confused on what was going on… It was like he was being lured there, like a distraction. But he needed to try and find the danger before it found Kagome. He had to protect her! His instincts were roaring to eliminate the threat then to find his Chosen. His mate.
He jumped quickly when he smelt the change in the air and was able to dodge a wind blade that crashed into the tile floor. Landing ten feet away from where the blade hit, he glanced at where it came from and saw a woman dressed in modern clothing holding a fan—dark red eyes, hair drawn up in a ponytail, khaki pants, suspenders, a pink and magenta swirled shirt, and whoever it was, she reeked of that scent he recognized.
“Who are you?!” he yelled angrily.
“We heard the mutt was awoken. I’m shocked you aren’t with your master though…”she teased tapping her fan on her shoulder appearing bored.
“What!?”
“My master is probably doing what he did five hundred years ago to your former master…” she taunted.
“Stop speaking in riddles!” he snarled leaping to snatch her, but she gracefully jumped away and landed where he originally was before she had struck him.
“Tsk tsk tsk. Oh Inuyasha, you are a fool.”
“How the fuck do you know my name?”
“I’m not surprised you don’t remember me as I, technically, wasn’t born before your imprisonment. But you met my master, or at least, your ‘Chosen’ priestess did. She nursed him back to health. He fell in love with her kind heart, her position, her power. He began to lust after her and the better he got, the more he desired her. But she denied his proposal, claiming she preferred a life of solitude with her Guardian, just as a priestess should,” her voice sang.
Inuyasha was now growling but didn’t move. He needed to hear what this bitch would say next. She was speaking about Kikyo. Their past. What did she know?! Did she know why Kikyo thought he had betrayed her?!
“So, he sold his soul to the demons who wanted to destroy the palace. They ate him and he became my master, Naraku. He deceived your priestess and made her believe it was you, who betrayed everyone. He made it seem like it was you who killed the royal lineage; it is why she sealed you within that tomb. It was you who damned all of the youkai into total submission. It was made to be that youkai and humans could no longer coexist, making youkai go into hiding. You made them have to conquer the human lands, one by one.
“And your priestess finally learned the truth of the deceit after fifty years. She was mortified that it was actually not you and she tried to unseal you but the spell was too powerful for her weak old body. She died next to your tomb, cursing the man she had married because she thought her only redemption of claiming you as a Guardian was to pray her descendants could do better… but then she learned Naraku was the one who killed everyone. Hahahahahaha! They always say karma is a real bitch.”
Inuyasha felt like his entire world collapsed. Myouga and Totosai had filled him in as best as they could on the details after he was sealed but he had not expected that…
He knew the royals had all been killed; their entire existence was wiped out within a night. He had been sent out by the king for another assignment away from the kingdom to forge a treaty with another area ruled by a half-demon and his bride. Kikyo had to remain there, tending to the sick and while he was unhappy with his assignment, he could not disobey the king.
When he returned Kikyo was furious, screaming incoherently, pushing him away and refusing to be in his presence. She lured him down into the crypts of her home and then sealed him saying that he would regret the day he ever deceived her…
Myouga said after his sealing, the monarch dissolved. The humans rebelled and the Guardians who were still alive were forced to flee. His father had taken his mother overseas to be safe and start a new life. No one knew what became of his brother.
It had to be a lie. “You’re so full of shit! You’re just trying to distract me!”
“Well, obviously. But I can assure you, I was telling you the truth with my little ruse. How does it feel knowing that you failed your priestess, and you’re about to fail your real Chosen,” she laughed, disappearing in a gust of wind.
“Son of a—”
“Master Inuyasha!” Myouga cried.
“Myouga!! Why the fuck aren’t you with—”
“She sent me to get you! An old ancient demon named Naraku is the head financial coordinator and—”
“GodDAMNIT!” he growled taking off in the direction where Myouga came from. “You are gonna tell me everything I missed! I mean it! EVERYTHING! That fucking wind bitch said that the downfall of the royals was because of this Naraku, someone Kikyo cared for and he blamed it all on me!!”
“M-Master! We must save Miss Kagome!”
“You’ll fill me on the way or I’ll squash you and you won’t live to see how the next five hundred years turn out!”
“Very well master… what you heard was true. I—I tried to get here sooner but as a flea I can only move so fast. I heard what Kagura had told you. It is all unfortunately true. Naraku tricked the empire to believe you had killed the monarchy. It caused mass hysteria, chaos, and corruption. Naraku was able to take control of the rebellion, as a priest and promise that the Gods would bless his heirs that he would make with the high priestess. Kikyo married him and bore him sons and daughters. She learned the truth and was able to clear your name before her death, but had been unable to revive you. She had her daughter help her with a spell to help release you once your real Chosen, your mate appeared. The thing that could unlock your tomb would be her blood.”
“Why?!”
“So that you could be happy master! So that you knew it wasn’t a mistake that nothing ever happened between you and her! She knew how much you tried to care about her, but she knew that you were not destined to be together. While she loved you and you her, she knew she was not your mate. Grief overwhelmed her for all the pain that she caused because she had lured you into a life to live without your Chosen. The idea that she sealed you without even hearing your side of the story destroyed her. She knew then she had to correct her mistakes; she used her powers to see your real mate--and found her in the future. She saw the future you could have with her. That is why she changed the seal to open.
“You know that it is Miss Kagome who you are destined for! That she is your Chosen! Your mate!I think she even knows it to be true too, master! You just have to talk to her! She could sense the evil Naraku was emitting! It was like she remembered!”
“Why does that bastard want her?!” he snarled his eyes tinging red.
“Ma-Master…” Myouga saw his master losing control.
“Answer me Myouga!”
“Because he knows she’s a Chosen. Your demonic Chosen. He knows it was she who was able to release you from your slumber. He plans on taking her away like he had done with Kikyo…”
Inuyasha didn’t reply as he raced to where the fundraiser was being held—he had to get to Kagome. He had already failed Kikyo and he felt like a piece of him was torn out. But if he lost Kagome before he even got to tell her what an idiot he was—he’d die. He would take his own life if it came down to that. He. Would. Not. Fail.
Kagome felt like she was going to be sick as she was ushered out onto the balcony. Hojo had tried being helpful and offered to grab their drinks while they got to know each other before discussing the projects Naraku wanted to sponsor.
“So… tell me Miss Kagome. Any suitors I should be aware of?”
“Beg pardon?” she asked, trying to hide the revulsion in her voice.
“Hahaha, oh Miss Kagome. What are you thinking about?”
I’m thinking about a way to get your sleazy hands off me… “No one of concern,” she offered.
“Obviously someone who is distracting you. Tell me about him,” he said as he wrapped his arms around her coaxing her to dance lightly to the music that they could hear from the banquet hall.
Trying not to tremble, she swallowed, “He’s just a…friend. We haven’t known each other long.”
“Ah, but it sounds like you’ve grown very fond of him. You know how the saying goes, ‘love at first sight’. I knew from the moment I gazed upon my wife. She initially did not accept my courtship, but I was able to convince her.”
“Hmmm,” she hummed. Maybe she was just imagining things. He said he was married. But, she just couldn’t shake this feeling of utter disgust as he tried to pull her closer. It was too intimate. It was like…“What is your wife’s name?”
“Kikyo.”
That was all she needed to hear before she pulled away making him snicker. Her heart was beating frantically like it would burst out of her chest. She knew that name—Inuyasha’s former Chosen. How did this-this-this man know!
“So, he mentioned Kikyo, did he?”
“Who are you?! How do you know Inuyasha!?”
“You’re a feisty one,” he said as he raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The lights turned out and everything went silent. Kagome looked inside and saw everyone had passed out. What was going on!?!? She turned back as she heard him approach her again and took a step back again.
“What do you want!?”
“For Inuyasha to suffer,” he said, grasping her forearm harshly. She swore she felt her skin burn at his touch--she cringed and sucked her breath in to keep from crying out.
“Why?! What did he do to you?!” she demanded trying to pull away from him again.
“He stole the heart of the woman I loved.” She paused knowing he was likely talking about Kikyo. So she had been correct; Kikyo and Inuyasha were in love. It hurt… But she couldn’t explain why—it wasn’t like they were together or anything. Their time had even been five-hundred years ago. But still, she was, as crazy as it sounded, jealous.
“That doesn’t… Sometimes that can’t be helped… But-but even so! You just said you married her!”
“I did.”
“Then why—”
“As high priest, we had to restore the royal lineage that Inuyasha destroyed,” he said, smirking, his hand on her arm finally made her cry out. His touch was actually burning her—it wasn’t just that she was imagining things—he was actually harming her.
“Inu-Inuyasha didn’t do anything!”
“How would you know? You weren’t even there. He killed all the royals. You heard the tales from Totosai and Myouga, did you not? They, of course, wouldn’t betray their master by divulging such information to a weak human.”
“That’s a lie! Inuyasha would never—”
“Oh, but he did my dear.”
“Stop!”
“LET GO OF HER!” Kagome turned her head to see a very angry and ferocious Inuyasha striking down onto the man holding her arm captive.
Naraku let out a cackle as he dropped her arm and disappeared into a giant purple fog as Inuyasha picked her up and jumped back. She swore she was hallucinating. She had to be. Within the last month, things had gotten out of hand. Maybe she should have considered checking herself into an insane asylum or something.
“Are you alright?” His gruff voice questioned.
“Y-yes,” she said breathily.
“Well well well, if it isn’t the half-breed himself,” Naraku remarked as he appeared on the museum’s rooftop.
“You must be Naraku…” Inuyasha growled, tightening his hold over Kagome’s body. Kagome finally had a moment to take him all in. His eyes were red, bright blue irises in place of his beautiful gold, purple jagged marks on his cheeks, fangs that dipped out of his mouth—what happened to him? Why had he transformed again? She was in too much shock to say anything—too much to do anything but rest in his arms as she idly traced the arm Naraku had burned. She felt nothing. But she knew she would once the initial scare wore off—she did her best not to look down at it to delay the inevitable. Instead, she kept her gaze fixed on the half-demon holding her in his arms and clutched his shirt with her injured arm as best as she could.
“That I am; it’s a pleasure to finally meet the disgrace in person.”
“What the fuck does that mean!?”
“I already filled in young Miss Kagome on what occurred five-hundred years ago. How you killed all the royals and that waswhy the Lady Kikyo sealed you away for all eternity.”
“Shut up!”
“Now now Inuyasha, it’s ok to be a monster. Kikyo fell in love with you just as she did with me. Obviously, she had a taste for things that were vile. Tell me, did she ever allow you to hold her at night? Allow her into her sweet--” he was cut off when Inuyasha was suddenly in front of him, swiping down with his claws snarling menacingly at him. Naraku laughed maniacally as he egged the half-demon-turned-full into battle.
Kagome had almost been dropped on her ass. Not that she could blame the guy--the love of his life was more or less defiled by this disgusting thing of a man that was prancing around on the roof. It still didn’t help her heavy heart. She heard footsteps come from the ballroom and she glanced to see two figures--a child with white hair, wearing a white dress, eyes as blank as unending darkness, carrying a mirror, and a woman who wore slacks and brightly colored shirt holding a fan. Kagome almost wished her life would go back to being the way it was before she met Inuyasha. Almost. The excitement would maybe kill her, but she honestly felt more alive than she had ever thought possible.
She stood and felt her hair fall from her tightly woven crown in the process, now trailing down her back, swaying in the wind. “Who are you? What do you want?”
“Run Miss Kagome!”
“Myouga?!” she looked down at her shoulder to see the flea that just appeared.
“That is Mistress Kagura, a wind sorceress and the child is Kanna of the void. She steals souls!”
“Souls? You must be joking!” Kagome tried to reason with the flea.
“I wish I were, you must try to escape until my master fends off Naraku!”
“I don’t need Inuyasha’s help,” she replied stubbornly.
“Miss Kagome! Now is no time to be stubborn!”
“He’s busy avenging Kikyo; I’m going to have to handle this on my own.” She looked around trying to find some form of weapon but had no luck. Maybe she could try to lure them into the museum so she could use one inside. Oh she was so going to be fired…
“You have a fire in you; a fire just like Kikyo’s,” Kagura spoke as she tapped her fan on her shoulder. “I will enjoy putting it out.”
“What do you even want with me?!” Kagome demanded.
“I’d thought that would be obvious at this point,” she said flicking her fan open and swinging it so the wind blades would strike.
“AIIII!” Kagome screamed dodging as best as she could. She jumped and swung herself away landing roughly on her stomach. Looking back at them, she quickly got to her feet with Myouga’s persistence to run. She took off and heard another swish of the woman’s fan as the crazy woman laughed at her struggles. Kagome jumped and landed on her back and thankfully the blades cut through the windows.
Covering her head as the glass fell and rolling onto her stomach to cover herself more, she felt some of the chunks fall onto her back. She tried to remain calm. As calm as one could be with someone attacking them, that is. But she knew she had to keep her head level and focus on her objective; currently it was to stay alive. Fight.
She stood once the glass stopped shattering on the ground around her and took off running into the building. Gasping, she tried not to stop as she saw all the people who were attending the event lying on the ground motionless.
“Wh-what--Myouga! What’s wrong with them??”
“I told you Miss Kagome! Their souls have been taken!”
“Ugh! I don’t--Gahh!!!” she screamed as something grabbed her ankle swinging her down onto the ground breathlessly. She looked and saw Hojo above her with a blank look on his face.
“Hojo?! What are you doing!? Let me go!”
“And where would the fun be if we let you run?” Kagura laughed as she entered the ballroom.
Kagome struggled to push Hojo off of her so she could get to the next room. One room away. One room and she could get something to fight these demons. Muttering an apology, she kicked him as hard as she could in the gut causing him to roll off her. She stumbled getting up and again when she felt his hand grab her dress.
“Dammit! Get off!!” she yelled, kicking his wrist in a nerve to make him release his hold. She heard her dress rip slightly as she scurried off quickly.
She barely made it through the towering archway as more wind blades struck.
“Miss Kagome! Quickly! The bow!”
“What??” she asked, covering her head as bricks and stone crashed down around her from the overhead. She screamed and tried to keep running even though she felt some of the stones falling upon her. Realizing she didn’t have time to argue or question Myouga, she rushed and felt the pull of the bow behind the glass frame on the far wall. She ripped the bottom part of her dress off and wrapped it around her arm. Punching as hard as she could, she shattered the glass that encased the ancient bow. Throwing down the torn rags, she uncovered her arm and grabbed the bow.
It pulsed in her hand. Pulsed. She swore to the Gods it did. It was… speaking to her. She had to have been going crazy at that point. Probably blood loss. Pain. Who knew. But either way, she felt the overwhelming urge to turn around at that moment. She swung holding the bow in front of her and squealed when she saw the wind blades heading straight for her. Unable to do anything, she held the bow tightly in front of her hoping and praying it would take the blunt of the blows as she squeezed her eyes shut. When she felt nothing, she peeked through one of her eyes and saw she was being covered in a weird purple-pink shield.
Gasping she saw the demon with the fan narrow her eyes in anger. “Kanna,” she said with purpose.
The little demon with white hair raised her mirror and Kagome felt a shift in the world as she fell to the ground feeling suddenly cold.
Inuyasha was in a fit of rage and felt like he couldn’t pull himself out. His body was no longer his own. All he could see was red. All he felt was underlying unadulterated blood lust. All he could do was attack. And there was nothing and no one that could stop his animosity as he attacked Naraku--sending blow after blow from his claws towards the fucking disgusting rancid demon taunting his every move...
Suddenly, the thought occurred to him--why was he allowing him to attack so freely? He began to hear her--Kagome’s cries and he smelled her blood. His body froze. He felt like a building fell on him. His demonic aura almost dissipated at the thought of her being hurt because he had…
Fuck. He dropped her. Dropped her on her ass to attack the asshole who lured him away from her. He was so pissed off she had burns on her from the devil, that she had been screaming, that she had been left unguarded---he let him goad him into leaving her taunting him about how he defiled Kikyo! Fuck!! That wind bitch!!
“Ahhhh, just realizing that your replacement for our beloved Kikyo is in trouble? I will not permit you to leave. You will suffer the way I suffered when Kikyo cared for you. You will lose your humanity and become a mindless creature bent on destroying the world until you are begging for sweet death.”
“You and I are nothing alike! We are NOT the same!” Inuyasha yelled, his demonic features retreating as he was able to restore some of his head. His inner demon must’ve backed off knowing the blood lust was what got them in this position to begin with. Dammit all! Kagome!!!
“I think that we are more than you’d care to admit,” Naraku taunted as he finally released his attack; his body transformed into the ugliest fucking shape Inuyasha had ever seen. Wooden tentacles shot out and started to surround him. Inuyasha thought it was child’s play though. This was beginner level stuff from when he had begun his training to become a Guardian. Why was Naraku, a demon who had lived for countless centuries, so weak?? So unskilled?
After dodging Naraku’s advances and swiping a few more attacks of his own, he noticed the tentacles were being reabsorbed back into the ugly fuck’s body. He growled and snarled angrily realizing he was playing with a goddamned puppet!!!
“Son of a--can’t you fight your own battles?!?! You have to use fucking tricks and others to fight for you?!? How cowardly are you!?!?”
“Goad me all you like, Inuyasha,” Naraku laughed maniacally. “Your time is almost up.”
“What does that mean?!?!” Inuyasha demanded.
Before Naraku answered, he felt a supreme amount of reiki soar towards him. He jumped out of the way in time for it to strike down Naraku as the sick bastard continued to laugh. All that was left of him was a wooden doll with a black hair wrapped around it. Inuyasha recognized that power. He stood tall and turned slowly to face the person he was fearful to see.
He saw the haunting silhouette of the woman who trapped him in his tomb--the woman who sealed him away. But after the smoke from the ferocity of the arrow cleared, he saw Kagome holding the bow. Her dress was torn up, she had scratches and bruises all over her body, the burn still present on her forearm, her hair was free of the updo she had worked in earlier that evening… She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He was too entranced with her to realize there was something wrong.
“Ka-Kagome--” he took a step towards her about to say more when she pulled back on the string on the bow creating another reiki fueled weapon in the shape of an arrow. “Kagome?!!”
“You… betrayed me…” her voice was weird. Devoid of emotion even the words she used stung. They were the same ones Kikyo used on him five-hundred years ago before she sealed him away.
“Kagome! I’m sorry! I lost control! I was coming for you!” He was shocked when she released the arrow again that propelled straight towards him. He managed to clear it but only to have several more projectiles flying towards him. What the fuck was wrong with her?! Why was she so mad?! He trusted her--
That’s when it dawned on him--it wasn’t her. Kagome would never… She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. Kagome wasn’t Kikyo. He leapt towards and noticed her blank eyes as she swung the bow to hit him again. Before she could pull back the string and renotch another spiritual arrow, Inuyasha grabbed her bow to pull it out of her grasp. He had not expected the hand that was off the bow to swing and blast him with reiki. Screaming from the agonizing burn he jumped back away from her.
“Damnit!”
“Something wrong, Inuyasha?” Kagura laughed.
“Grrrrr… you again. What did you do to Kagome?!!”
“Nothing. Just told her the truth.”
“What ‘truth’?!”
“That you are in love with Kikyo--even though she isn’t really your mate. Kagome was a little upset to say the least. Kanna was able to open her mind and help her learn the spiritual techniques of her ancestors.”
Kagome restrung the bow and took aim at him again. He whimpered, unsure what to do, on how to save her. Fuck. He was about to fail again!
“Master Inuyasha!”
“Myouga!” Inuyasha huffed as he jumped away from Kagome’s new onslaught of attacks quickly grabbing Myouga up and tossing him on his shoulder.
“They took her soul and are controlling her, Master!”
“How the fuck do I get it back?!”
“I--well--uhm--” Myouga stammered.
“Dammit Myouga! Get lost!” Inuyasha yelled as he threw the flea from his shoulder sensing the oncoming arrow he wasn’t going to be able to dodge without being in the direct path of another. He cried out in pain when the arrow struck his chest. But then suddenly vanished just as quickly as it struck him.
Panting, he was able to sit upright uneasily but looked up to see Kagome’s form shaking. Her hand that wasn't clutching the bow trembled the most, her chest heaving. She was fighting.
“KAGOME!”
“Ya-” she breathed. If it wasn’t for his demonic hearing he probably would have heard her strained voice.
“Kanna--what’s wrong?!” Kanna stepped forward and looked down at her mirror. Inuyasha could see clouds of white escaping while the mirror shook and he heard slight cracking sounds. He took the cue and leapt forward grasping his shoulder to hopefully keep it from absorbing all the shock from when he landed.
“Kagome! Fight it! I know you can!” he pleaded as he placed his hands on her upper arms. He wanted to embrace her, hold her, promise her everything would be ok--that he would save her, that he would protect her always--confess his love for the strange girl of the future era and admit he had grown overly fond of her. That he loved her, not Kikyo. That what he felt for her didn’t even compare what he felt for his old Chosen--who was just a Chosen… not his mate.
Those feelings weren’t just formed because he could sense his demonic half claiming her as his mate. Yea, her scent drove him wild. Yes, she was fucking gorgeous. Strong, fierce, mouthy, but she was kind. Accepting. She gave him a home when she didn’t have to. She fed him, cared for him, helped him learn about the things that changed over the centuries. Her desire to help him belong, help him be able to be on his own if he wanted. The idea she offered to help him find a place when he was comfortable, or even offered to get him one and she would just check up on him, help him from a distance if he'd be more comfortable that way… she was just so amazing. How could he not--how could anyone not fall in love with a being like her?
She was so interested in his past. Kagome actually wanted to listen to him talk. It wasn’t just her filling the void. She treated him as an equal--not just as a Guardian.
He couldn’t lose her! He refused to lose her! While he could fight a battle physically, he couldn’t fight it spiritually. This fight was hers--one of which she seemed like she was holding her own at. He had to encourage her--even if that meant he had to cross a line. He pulled her into his arms and pressed her face into his chest.
In a drunken haze one night, she had admitted she liked how he smelled--like a forest. Pine trees. Musky. Something so… “Inuyasha” as she put it. He knew his own scent. He was surprised she was able to discern it so quickly.
She had cuddled up to him and played with his ears. It was so awkward because he was still in denial over her being his Chosen but he couldn’t resist her charms. He loved being in her company. Being in her attention. His body being touched by her.
“Please Kagome, I know you can do this--I believe in you,” he buried his nose into her hair trying to calm his raging anxiety. He couldn’t lose her--he just found her. The woman that had begun to heal his heart--he fought it for so long… But in that moment when he actually thought he would lose her--he couldn’t. He’d die if he lost her. Kikyo already passed on--his only real friend. His first friend. Kikyo's death hurt him, but he could move on. The love they had was more platonic--his love for the young woman locked in his arms was indescribable.
He felt her grasp his shirt and he felt her falling; his arms kept a tight hold on her small body to keep her upright, “Inu--” she said strained.
“That’s it--I’m right here! Fight!”
“Kanna! Do something!” Kagura hissed.
“The mirror…” Kanna whispered.
“Fine! Dance of Blades!” Kagura yelled, swinging her fan at Kagome and him. He leapt out of the way, protecting her head by pressing his hand to the back of it as he kept a firm hand around her waist. He continued to dodge until the blades stopped when he and Kagura heard a large crack in the mirror.
Inuyasha landed just as the white clouds burst from the mirror and soared through the sky. One shot towards him and Kagome making him almost dodge before Myouga yelled, “No! You must allow Miss Kagome to reabsorb the soul! She has summoned it!”
“She what?!” Inuyasha exclaimed as he felt her soul slam back into her body. He held on as he felt the pressure surround them. Once it seemed like her body fully absorbed, he felt her pulsate--like her soul was seeking something out now that it had returned to where it belonged.
“Inu…yasha…” she said slowly.
Inuyasha sighed in relief but kept his hold on her, and tightened it slightly, “Kagome.”
Kagura scoffed, “How romantic--” She was cut off when another arrow went skyrocketing towards her and Kanna. Kagura quickly summoned a feather from her hair and they were lifted up into the sky making their get-away.
“Damnit! Get back here!” Inuyasha yelled.
“They are of no consequence--they are but tools of Naraku,” Kagome said coldly. It made him stiffen. The way she said it. The way she… He turned back to face the young woman and was met with deep blue eyes. Deeper than usual. Calculating.
“Ki-Kikyo…?” he said in shock.
“Hello, Inuyasha. It’s good to see you again.”
Kagome felt cold. Stiff. Empty. Something was wrong. She had managed to get the bow hadn’t she? She had...deflected their attacks. Or at least she thought she did. She opened her eyes and was met with a beautiful woman--long flowing straight black hair, deep navy blue eyes unlike her teal ocean blues, they looked oddly similar, but somehow also so different.
Gasping from fright, she looked around and was surrounded in darkness. Fuck! She had gone crazy! She finally cracked. Yep. That was the only rational solution.
“You have not gone crazy, Kagome,” the woman in front of her said.
“What?! How did--”
“We are inside your mind. Locked. The demons you were fighting took your soul.”
“Who…? Oh! Those demons! But--”
“I know this is all new to you… but you remember. Some of your previous life--” the woman placed a hand on her cheek closing her eyes and sent images into Kagome’s mind. Images of a past life--
“Are you--Are you Kikyo??” The woman smiled in response.
“I am. Your ancestor. And your previous life.”
“You are Inuyasha’s Chosen,” Kagome gaped at her former self. She was so beautiful. Refined. Proper. Kagome felt somewhat disheartened. No wonder Inuyasha couldn’t stand her. She would never match up to her. Kikyo smiled softly in return, a comforting smile as if she knew what she was thinking.
“Not in the way you are referring, young one.”
“What--”
“I am not, and was not Inuyasha’s mate. I was merely a priestess with a Guardian. A Chosen who needed a Guardian in the palace.”
“But he said--”
“He did care about me. And I, for him. But, not in the sense you think. We resigned ourselves to a life of companionship. I felt romantic feelings for him, but I knew it was not the same for him. I was not his Chosen--his Chosen mate. It would never have worked for us in the way you are thinking of. I was too tied to my duty to the kingdom. He was tied to restoring his family's honor and the love he felt for me was friendly. Not at all romantic. But it was okay for both of us just to resign to live side by side.”
“Just the way he talks about you…”
“Do you not have a friend you speak highly of? A friend you miss? A friend who you grew up with and you had to go your separate ways?”
Kagome thought of her best friend Sango and how they grew up together, lived together throughout college... then she met Miroku. He was a great guy, with great ambitions, and he really worked hard to gain Sango’s attention. He really made Sango his world and proved to her time and time again how it would always be her. And well, the rest was history. They moved for his work to the States and Sango happily followed. They kept in contact and Kagome visited as much as she could.
“Yes…” Kagome said sadly.
“I know you have had a lot to learn recently. That this life can seem overwhelming, but I can assure you that it is a part of your destiny. That this is the way your life was meant to be.”
“But why--”
“Because you are Inuyasha’s mate.”
“I’m--what??!”
“You know this is true.”
“I-I--” she trailed off and pondered what Kikyo was telling her.
“Think Kagome; you know this to be true. There is a force that is driving you to him. Even now--” They were interrupted when they heard a muffled yell. “He needs you.”
“N-no. I-I’ll--You need to help him! I-I can’t. I don’t know how--please--”
“Call out to him.”
“What??”
“Call out to him, Kagome. He’ll hear you and help you push through this darkness.”
Kagome focused on the outside of this void. She tried to project herself--the only thing that felt right, the way to get herself out of there. Her body felt like an unmovable wall. Something was moving her like she was a puppet. Only rather than being attached to strings, she was being moved by a remote control.
She felt a large amount of power leave her as she heard Inuyasha yell at Myouga before he cried out in pain. Doing the only thing she could think to do was try to draw back what left her when she came back into her body. She tried to speak and it felt like she’d ran fifty miles. Gasping and panting, she tried to push through only to feel a heavy lump in her throat as she tried to voice his name as he called for her--”Ya…”
That was all she could get out before she was snapped back into the darkness with Kikyo. She cried. She was pitiful. Inuyasha deserved better. She was useless--hopeless. She knew nothing.
“Please… Kikyo please help him.”
“Kagome--”
“Please!!! You have to help him! Save him!!!”
“What if we cannot switch back?”
“I’m willing to die for him, Kikyo! Please!! I’m untrained and-and-and I can’t let them use me to destroy him!! Please!!! I know he’ll be happy! I know he loves you even though you don’t think so! I won’t make him choose! Please!!!!”
“As you wish, Kagome,” Kikyo sighed defeatedly as she disappeared from Kagome’s view. Kagome could still the tingling of power as Kikyo fought off the demons. She heard Inuyasha talking to her--soothing her. He really was kind. She was sad she gave Kikyo another chance, but she also realized their time had been short because that Naraku creep deceived them. It was only right. Kikyo was wrong. Kagome wasn’t Inuyasha’s mate. Kikyo was… and that was okay. When you loved someone, you let them go to be happy. That was the only way Kagome ever loved Inuyasha--unconditionally.
She heard Inuyasha say Kikyo’s name and she had to remind herself this was her choice. Still, it didn’t lessen the quake in her heart.
“Kikyo… where’s Kagome?”
“She--she wanted me to help you. She does not know how to use our power. Her desire to save you sent me into her body.”
“Is she your reincarnation?”
“Ironic, isn’t it? That I was not your mate, but Kagome, my ancestor, my reincarnation, is…”
“You know?”
“You are free, are you not?”
“So what Myouga said was true…”
“Indeed.”
“It--it’s safe now. Are you going to let Kagome come back?”
Kikyo shifted uncomfortably, lowering her eyes, “I believe I know the answer to this--as she is your mate. But, we have so much history. So much to discuss… Is that girl more important to you than I am?”
“I’m sorry, Kikyo. She is. While I get we didn’t get closure or whatever, I need her back.”
Kikyo looked up and smiled softly, “She’s already changed you.”
“What??”
“You have a more kind look in your eyes. Softer. You held me, or rather her, without reservation. Trust was never our strong suit even though you were my Guardian. Yet, you allowed yourself to get close to this girl within weeks, have you not? Even when she was attacking you, you automatically knew it was not her. In the past, you were more reversed and never voiced your opinion unless asked, but here you demand to see the young woman again. Even when you know that would mean my ultimate end.”
“...I--” He honestly didn’t know how to answer. Thinking back, he had been trying to push Kagome away. Keep himself from getting close to her. But obviously Kikyo, in some dormant part of Kagome’s soul, could see he failed. That he changed in spite of his stubbornness. “I’ve grown to care about her. A lot. I don’t think she feels the same, but it doesn’t stop my desire to be with her.”
“Why’s that?”
“You just said it--it’s been a couple of weeks. Things are different in this age of time, Kikyo.”
“Love never changes, even in time Inuyasha. And that girl--she does care for you deeply; she cares enough to risk imprisonment within her own soul.”
“She what?” He was shell shocked. His ears twitched. Did he hear her correctly??
“She sacrificed herself… She wanted me to help you. She didn’t believe she was your mate.”
“I--Kikyo I can’t lose her! I just found her!”
“Call to her--she can hear you. We both could as her body was being dragged around by the demons. It was what made her gain control to stop the arrow from purifying you.”
“Kagome!” he called as he clasped onto her arms. It was eerie having Kikyo’s stoic stare gazing back at him through Kagome’s eyes. That was one thing he cherished about Kagome; she never hid her emotions and was always upfront about when he pissed her off. What made her excited. What made her sad… He never wanted that fire within her to ever be extinguished. “Kagome! Come back!! It’s safe now!!”
Kikyo continued to look at him and slightly looked saddened--like she couldn’t hear Kagome’s response.
“Don’t you fucking say anything--” he warned Kikyo.
“Inuyasha! Language!”
“Kagome,” he pressed on, uncaring of Kikyo’s reprimand. “You can’t honestly believe I don’t need you! I was never myself with Kikyo! I couldn’t be! I was just her Guardian--not her mate! I’m sorry I was such a dick! But it’s you I need! Kagome!!!”
“Keep trying Inuyasha. Don’t give up,” Kikyo offered him. She obviously could see he was clearly distressed.
“Kagome--come on! I--I know I was a jerk. I’ll be honest! I’ll talk. I’ll tell you anything!! Please--I need you Kagome! I--this sounds crazy but, fuck Kagome, I love you! I love how wild your hair is in the morning, I love how you speak your mind, I love how caring, accepting, and open you are! The way you breathe in your coffee and sigh, the way plop down on the couch next to me after a long day, even the way you sing songs non stop while you clean your house, are things I can’t get enough of. Your love and care is unconditional! Kagome--” he was out of options. Kikyo didn’t budge. The face of pity was what finally sent his demon into a frenzy. It was going mad at the idea he would never see Kagome again. It was angry he had been a shit mate and pushed her away--that he was the reason she left.
“Kagome! Fuck! Kikyo! What the fuck do I do?”
“She can hear you, Inuyasha. I do not know why she is not emerging. She may not be able to… I warned her of this.”
“There has to be a fucking way!”
“Master Inuyasha!!” Myouga called from the ground below them.
“Myouga,” Inuyasha said, still highly anxious.
“Master! The Lady Kikyo is correct! You must call to Miss Kagome!”
“What the fuck do you think I’ve been doing?!?!”
“Master--you are so dense! Tell us! When you lost control of your demon the night of your awakening, how did Miss Kagome get you back to your senses?”
Blushing at the thought Inuyasha stuttered, “F-fuck! I don’t wanna force myself on her!!” He thought back to that day that felt so long ago--the day she awakened him…
He was so disoriented when he had awoken. She looked so similar to Kikyo--it made sense now. Kagome was her descendant and her reincarnation. They always said fate had her own plans. Fate was the creator of irony. After Kagome explained repeatedly she was not his Chosen, that he was not her Guardian, and that she was ‘Ka-Go-Me’, Totosai finally revealed himself. The jackass. Still had been up to no good and plaguing his family with his overbearing intrusive presence.
Totosai left Myouga with him to explain things that happened over the centuries as he then explained to Kagome who Inuyasha was and who they actually were. Totosai left and Kagome apologized, after hearing Myouga explain things to him--about his sealing, about the change in time, about the death of Kikyo. She offered to help him--not leave him alone. He deserved a second chance and she would happily be his friend outside of her research project. She even humored herself saying they could learn from each other and once he was on his own feet, he could live alone. He was not amused; he was edgy and mad and frustrated and devastated, and--and--horribly confused.
Kagome--her scent called to him in ways he never knew was possible. Her body, her figure--it made his mouth water. Her eyes that sparkled like the ocean peered into his soul. Her voice sang a unique song that seemed to calm his heart, his demonic instincts--but his human ego was utterly pissed off. He couldn’t help but be a straight asshole to her. How could this mortal be trusted? His own Chosen locked his ass up in a tomb for five-hundred fucking years! Someone he had trusted with his life, cared for deeply even though they weren’t…
OH. FUCK. The realization of everything came crashing down like a waterfall; Kagome was his mate. Those thoughts circled his head as he realized with his awakening, his aura had shot out powerfully. Not completely his fault--it was the part of the spell. He noticed his senses picking up movement, scents, and worse, youki. He pushed his thoughts about her being his mate behind him and pressed forward to the matter at hand.
He ushered her to follow but she was hell bent on leaving. She admitted the day was odd enough and she hadn’t planned on trying to get more attention. The problem was by the time they made it upstairs, they were surrounded. Things were awakening and those things wanted to eat. Souls. Flesh. Whatever they could get their grubby little hands on.
Inuyasha was still feeling the effects of his sealing. It took far longer to beat off the low grade demons and it awakened his demonic state when he heard the dumbass girl cry out when he didn’t make it to her in time.
The next thing he knew outside of the lust for blood underneath his claws, the drive for sheer power, and the desire to find his mate and rut her into submission was Kagome. She had her body pressed intimately against him and she was kissing him--hard--embracing him fully. Her hands had cupped his cheek, breasts were pressed against his chest, her legs flushly between his own as her lips covered his own. He wasn’t really sure what the fuck happened. Once she broke loose she looked around and sighed in relief. She apologized profusely explaining someone must’ve heard them fighting with the rogue demons and came looking. A security guard or something. Since Totosai had said demons were hidden in this world from humans, she had to think fast of a way to hide and make his snarls and growls stop.
What had floored him was she apologized to him for forcing herself on him. A demon. A half-demon. She apologized to him for making him uncomfortable. Not the other way around. The fact she even got so close--his demon purred in contentment until it wanted more. It made Inuyasha withdraw from her. He was scared of the feelings he was being plagued with. Obviously she took it as disgust. Or that he loved Kikyo. Shit. He was already the worst mate. But his anxieties had been justified at the time. Now--now they are what drove his mate within herself. Fuck.
Kikyo continued to stare at him, whether or not she knew what transpired between him and Kagome those weeks ago, she offered no words of comfort or disappointment.
"Master! The Lady Kikyo will not see it as such! That is not her body!"
"It may not be her body flea but it's her consciousness! I--uh--"
Kikyo giggled, flustering Inuyasha more, "Oh Inuyasha, I understand there is no meaning for this kiss towards me; I know it for Kagome.”
“God! You guys are just assholes!” he added as he blushed. “Is.. I know you said Kagome can hear us… is she saying anything?”
Kikyo shook her head, “She has remained silent. I sense her emotions. But she has not spoken to what she is hearing. I’m not sure if she is being receptive or not. It’s possible she thought you would be happy to see me again and shut down.”
“I don’t know why she’d think something so fucking stupid! So you’re telling me she can’t hear anything?!”
“I am not sure Inuyasha. I know we could hear you from inside the void when our soul was taken by the one known as Kanna. There is no reason to raise your voice to me in such a way.”
Inuyasha narrowed his eyes and exhaled in agitation, “Listen Kikyo, I am not the same guy as I was five-hundred years ago. You said that yourself. Kagome has accepted me for who I am. I’m not gonna just revert back to being your guard dog--I’m Kagome’s Guardian now. Do you hear that Kagome?!” He grasped her arms harshly. Pleading that she felt it deep down inside herself. “I’m more me with you than with Kikyo! You better get the fuck back here because I’m not gonna hide who I am! I’m happy with you Kagome! You are the one I’m meant to be with. God I hope you’re fucking listening because I’m not gonna to repeat this! Damnit! Woman! Grrrrr,” he growled, finally pushed to the limit and dropped his lips to hers in bruising force. This had better work…
Kagome tried her best to keep things muffled--she didn’t want to hear Kikyo and Inuyasha’s reunion. The sweet nothings he’d whisper to her ancestor, the confessions of love, and the intimate position they probably were embracing in… God. If she could sink further into herself, she would. She would happily accept death if it would make Inuyasha happy.
Was she pathetic for thinking that? For giving up? Was it technically giving up? She said she would help him learn to be able to survive on his own. Her staying here would void that promise. But she would be giving him Kikyo--someone she knew he cared deeply about. That was a better gift right?
Kagome heard him yelling something about being stupid--her hands were still clamped over her ears but his shouts was loud enough to make it through her barriers she placed over her heart. Did he think she was being stupid? Foolish? Whatever. He didn’t have to tolerate her anymore anyway. Her despair fell off of her in waves.
Why did Kikyo tell her to think about her feelings towards him anyway? She knew she was his mate? She knew she liked the guy… okay, obviously she was in love with him. Sacrificing herself proved that little tidbit. But--what were mates?
Myouga hadn’t elaborated very much. Just said that there were two different types of Chosens.
Kikyo said she was different from the type of Chosen. Whatever that meant.
Were mates--well duh, they had to be a demon related thing--a ‘mating’ thing? That’s how zoologists described animals reproducing. Why would Kikyo say they were mates?
Was she saying they needed to ‘bang’ it out? Not that Kagome was opposed--but God forbid if that ever got out that she had sex out of wedlock. Then again, maybe it was normal for Inuyasha’s time? She couldn’t imagine he was in uhm… ‘mint’ condition. But then again, anytime Kikyo came up, he got a sour look on his face and she had dropped the subject. But Inuyasha was too good looking to be turned down. Sighing, Kagome declared she would do more research about five-hundred years ago and demonic breeding… if she ever got out of the darkness.
She heard more yelling and she was starting to get even more upset. This jackass couldn’t appreciate anything she did for him! Typical! What an asshole! What was his problem?! He had Kikyo! He had Totosai and Myouga to help him adjust to the time. One little promise of sticking by him shouldn’t mean so much to the guy. God. Jerk.
Her heart began to flutter rapidly when she swore she heard him say something about being his mate. But everything was muffled and distorted. No way she heard him correctly. That was when she felt an odd sensation on her lips. Clearly she was going mad… he wasn’t kissing her. He was likely kissing Kikyo…
But her soul kept fading in and out--or in and out of her consciousness. Whatever the darkness she was in. It was hard to describe or know what was going on. She finally saw him. Fuck a duck. He was kissing her. Her. Well--scratch that--he was kissing Kikyo but it summoned her back. Unknowingly and unwittingly. Damnit!
Gasping she gained his attention and his eyes opened. His bright amber eyes bore into hers. She knew she was blushing madly as he pulled back and said her name breathily.
“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to come back!”
“Wh--What?!!?” his gentle caring eyes turned angry. “Why are you saying it like that?!!?”
“You--you were kissing Kikyo and I--I--I don’t know but I came back out of the darkness!”
“Duh! That was the fuckin’ point, idiot!”
“UGHHHHHH! You’re so frustrating!!! Can’t you appreciate anything I try to do for you?!?!”
“Who said I wanted Kikyo back?!!?”
“You!!”
“When!?!” he said, gripping her arms tightly.
“Uhmmm…” Well come to think of it, he never voiced such a desire… “Okay, maybe not out loud, but you did with your actions and insinuations!”
“And you know what? That is my fault. You’re right. I’m a shit mate for making you feel unwanted but I had a lot to process in the past couple of weeks! Give me a fuckin’ break!”
“Well of course it is and--wait--what?!?!”
“You heard me, wench.”
“N-no… wait--uhm--” she stammered as she looked away blushing.
“Uh uh,” he said, grabbing her chin with his fingers pulling her back to face his intense eyes. “I admit I fucked up; I almost lost you, Kagome. But tell me why in the seven hells you thought it would be a good idea for you to sacrifice yourself to allow Kikyo to come back.”
“You’re in love with her--and I--” she swallowed thickly the ‘L’ word that threatened to escape her lips and pressed on, “care about you. I wanted you to be happy--even if it wasn’t with me.”
“That’s the dumbest thing I think I have ever heard. That includes the time you told me you rode in a metal cart machine to work and that if it crashed it would kill you.”
“Inuyasha--”she warned.
“Kagome--I tried to tell you that Kikyo and I were not in love. I was just her Guardian. That’s it. We obviously didn’t trust each other. That’s not something that can’t exist between mates. Tell me--do you trust me?”
“What does that have to do with anything?? Of course I do!”
“Why?”
“I--uh--” she trailed off really unsure how to answer the question. Why did she trust him so undyingly? When she awoke him in the museum, she held no fear of him. She even bossed him around and asked him fifty billion questions. Just like he was an old friend of hers she hadn’t seen in forever, not a five-hundred year old demon who could have easily killed her.
“Exactly. You just do. You know I would never harm you,” he breathed, his face oddly close to hers as his hands somehow found their way into her hair. His fingers brushed through it lovingly, making her sigh shakily.
“I-it could just because I’m a descendant of Kikyo’s.”
“Your theory doesn’t hold up Ka-Go-Me. Kikyo didn’t trust me.”
“But--she learned the truth didn’t she??”
“Doesn’t mean she trusted me. She just knew I didn’t commit treason,” he found a particular stand he had fingered through fascinating to her relief as he looked away from her. His body in such close proximity made hers hot even though her dress had seen such better days. She needed a moment where his eyes weren’t glued to her.
Closing her eyes, exhaling again before speaking, she whispered, “I’m sorry. Were you two able to…?”
“No. But I made my peace with it. She knew the truth; I didn’t need an apology or an explanation. Not really. I just needed you back,” he admitted.
Her eyes shot open and relocked with his, “What?”
“You need to start listening; it’s probably why you end up in so many fights,” he smirked.
“Listen to what!? You’re making no sense!”
“You are my mate, Kagome. My Chosen. Not someone I have to protect--but someone I want to--someone I need to. Not for the sake of honor, but for the sake of living. If you ever died--I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. I wouldn’t be able to survive. The fact you were almost sealed away inside yourself… it was enough to make my demon stir and almost emerge and go into another killing frenzy.”
“Like earlier? When Naraku said that awful stuff about Kikyo?”
“I was already transformed because your life was in danger. Being that enraged and pissed off about your safety, seeing he had burned your arm, I was easily baited into fighting with him. He had wanted to drive us apart. The fucker nearly succeeded too; I left you unprotected and vulnerable while I tried to exact revenge for Kikyo and myself. I screwed up. Big time. I don’t deserve your forgiveness.”
“There’s nothing to forgive though, Inuyasha. I understand,” she said as she stroked his cheek.
“See? I don’t know how else I can prove to you that you’re my mate. You know it deep down.”
“I… I guess I just don’t totally understand,” she said softly.
“Mates--it’s hard to explain because I've never had one. Myouga knows more than I do--speaking of the useless asshole--where are you?!” he called.
“Right here, Master! Didn’t want to interrupt such a tender moment.”
Welp, that was embarrassing--she turned six shades of red but Inuyasha secured his arms to wrap around her as he held her close. She took the opportunity to bury her head into his shirt and prayed maybe the ground would swallow her up.
“Myouga,” he warned.
“Sorry Master!”
“Can you beat it? We can talk later.”
“Did you want to know the full details of mating though?”
“I think I can handle the easy details asshole, can you just get the fuck outta here??! Go make yourself useful and make sure the other people in the building got their souls back or whatever,” he yelled, swatting Myouga from his shoulder followed by a terrorized scream.
“Sigh, you didn’t have to be so mean,” she chastised.
“Yea, yea, you didn’t have to live with him five-hundred years ago.”
“Anyway,” she said, clearing her throat, hoping maybe he’d release her. Okay that was a lie--she never had felt so at home or safe being next to him. Or rather, in his arms. But she wasn’t very comfortable with intimacy. It was highly taboo. The idea just made her face light up further.
“Yea… mates are--to demons, they are uhm… Fuck, I hate having to explain shit. But you need to know. It’s like a husband and wife thing with humans. But it’s permanent. There’s no going back once a demon has mated. Their souls entangle and their lives get--shared I guess? I’m not clear with all the details and specifics, just the general idea of everything. I just know that it’s a rather large commitment.”
“Okay,” she replied softly.
“What?”
“I said okay; as in, okay, I’ll be your mate.”
“Kagome--you can’t just agree to it not knowing--”
“You’re right though. I--I think I’ve always known. Just how easily I came to trust you, offer you my home without thinking about how uhm--improper it would be, how I turned down Hojo--”
“YOU DID WHAT!?!? THAT LITTLE FUCKER--”
“--just everything makes sense as to why I’ve lived my life the way I have by now. How I ended up with a demon professor and boss--it’s just… it makes me happy. Knowing I actually do belong.”
“You’re--you’re crazy you know that, right?”
“Yea, I get that a lot,” she smiled brightly up at him.
He leaned his head down to rest his forehead against hers, “I’m not gonna mark you--to be my mate yet. I want you to be sure--to know all the details, okay?”
“Sure...whatever you want to make you feel better.”
“Stupid, it’s to make sure you do.”
“Whatever, don’t kid yourself, we both know you’re nervous about this,” she teased.
“Well yea! I’m not gonna listen to you bitch the rest of our lives about how I fucked over yours.”
“Inuyasha,” she warned.
“Keh, don’t worry about it--I’ll listen to you complain and whine about anything else.”
Rolling her eyes, she scoffed and he laughed. LAUGHED. “What have you done with my Inuyasha?”
“Wench,” he warned teasingly. “Let me just tell you how seeing you back in your body has given me a whole new take on life. What’s that saying? ‘Separation makes the heart grow fonder’? The fear of losing you, I just--I swore I would be honest with you. I know we may have a war coming up with this Naraku freak but--I--”
“I get it, Inuyasha. I understand. I feel the same.”
“Do you?”
“I love you, Inuyasha. I--I don’t know how, why, or when it started… but I do.”
“I--fuck it--” he cut himself off by grasping her face and pulling her back into a fierce kiss that she excitedly returned. Even though his tongue traced her lips and she opened her mouth, accepting him and even returning the gesture as she sought to scrape her tongue against his fangs, the kiss remained tame. It was hot. It could have easily made her forget her virtues and what he wanted, but she held herself back on what little thread she could.
“Mmmm,” she hummed as he pulled away.
“I’m serious about waiting. I--I would like to court you. If you’ll allow me.”
“We can work out all the details later,” she smiled softly.
“Deal,” he said, sealing their agreement with another kiss.
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just for the night - kim seokjin
pairing; seokjin x reader
genre; domestic, established relationship, fluff, tiny angst;
word count; 1325
disclaimers; reader gets a cut cooking, mentions of blood (not graphically), cursing, annoying siblings;
There was a specific reason you didn’t cook.
Oftentimes it ended in disaster. You’d cut yourself a plethora of times, as well as broken many dishes. There was also that one off time where you may or may not had forgotten about the kimchi stew; to the point where all the liquid boiled out and the rest of the ingredients were burned to the bottom of the pan.
So when Jin called you and told you practice would be running late, and that he needed you to cook dinner that evening, you felt a bit of your spirit die.
“Baby, are you sure?” You’d pressed Jin during the phone call, rising from your seated position on the couch where you had been cuddled watching tv.
“It’s just for tonight, Y/N,’’ you could hear how tired he was through the phone.
Sighing to yourself, you assured your lover that you’d do your best.
‘How hard can this really be?’ you thought to yourself as you began pulling pans out of the cupboards.
Opting to make stir fry, you began to gather the necessary ingredients from your fridge.
Chopping was easy enough, right? Then tossing it all into a pan to fry should be the icing on the cake. (So long as you didn’t burn the house down.)
You reached into the utensil drawer, grabbed your favorite knife, and got to work.
Cutting the chicken went by like a breeze. The thigh meat was so tender that the knife slid through like butter.
“Hey, google,’’ You spoke out loud, tossing the chicken into the pan, “play BTS.’’
The good thing about having a famous boyfriend was whenever you missed him you could always hear his voice. Sure, it wasn’t the same thing as the warmth of being wrapped up in his arms, or the honey sound of his laugh that reverberated through your homey apartment, but it was better than the cold that seemed to swallow you whole when you were alone.
“Sure,” the scarily human voice replied, “playing BTS on Spotify.’’
With Ugh! now being the soundtrack of dinner, you got back to work.
Cutting up the veggies proved to be significantly harder with your lack of knife skills, and you had barely made it through the bell pepper before you were ready to tap out.
‘How does Jin do this every night?’
You were almost finished with the broccoli when things began to go south. The sudden ringing of your phone had startled you mid-chop and before you knew it your broccoli went from green to red.
“Shit.’’ You cursed, wrapping a paper towel around the cut, snatching your phone up and smashing the answer button.
“Hello?” You seethed.
“Y/N!” Your sister’s cheery voice filled the line, “Are you busy?”
“Kind of?” You winced as you put her on speaker, removing the now pink towel.
“Oh, well I was just calling to tell you little Minjun took his first steps this afternoon!’’
Leave it to your sister to call at the worst possible time to gush about your nephew. He was a cute little guy, but he was her son, not yours.
“Listen, Y/S/N, I can’t really talk right now.’’ You said as you tried to wrap a bandage around your poor finger.
She continued on as if she didn’t hear you, moving on to the topic of how “ever since Minjun was born, Jinyoung won’t touch me!”
As much as you loved your dear sister, she could be over the top sometimes.
“Seriously, Y/S/N-“ you stopped mid sentence, the smell of smoke filling your nostrils.
Whipping around to face the burner, things went from bad to worse.
The chicken had burned, the bottom of each piece completely blackened.
“Seriously what? Are you there, Y/N?” You ignored your sister as you stared at your chicken, unsure of where to go from here.
“Fuck it,’’ you grumbled, dumping the pan into the garbage. Veggie stir fry, minus the broccoli would have to do.
“Nothing, Y/S/N, carry on.’’ You shook your head, tossing the broccoli into the garbage as well.
“Well..’’ Her chatter became background noise, intermingling with the music that still resonated from the google home.
You took more care in chopping the Zucchini and carrots, moving them into the pan from the cutting board, and adding the bell peppers on top.
‘Maybe there’s more meat in the fridge.’
All that was left in your fridge was kimchi fried rice, a few cokes, and some eggs.
“Of course there’s no groceries.’’ You sighed, leaning against the fridge door as soon as it locked into place.
You stood there, internally beating yourself up for burning the chicken.
It wasn’t long before the smell of smoke filled your nostrils again.
“No!” You cried, rushing over to your now crispy veggies, sifting through them to see if anything could be saved.
“What are you going on about?” Your sister stopped her story.
“I burned my dinner. Twice.’’ You shook your head, dumping the contents of the pan into the garbage for the third time that evening.
“Why are you even in the kitchen? I thought Jin banned you after the Kimchi stew incident?”
“He did,’’ You whined, “he was busy tonight so he needed me to cook. Big mistake.’’ You slumped down at the dinner table, burying your face in your hands.
“What are you gonna do?” Your sister asked.
“I don’t know, probably cry.’’
“Well, I’ll let you get to that, it’s time for Minjun to go to bed.’’ Without even saying goodbye, your sister hung up.
“Thanks for the help.’’ You groaned, letting your head fall onto the table.
“Who are you thanking? Are you cheating on me?” You heard following the sound of a door closing.
“Jin!’’ You exclaimed, shooting up from your place at the table, effectively knocking your chair down, “you’re back early.’’
“It’s an hour later than usual?” He replied, slipping his shoes off.
“How’d it go?” Jin asked as he walked over to you, pulling you into his embrace, “missed you today.’’
“Well,’’ you started, wiggling out of his hold.
Jin grabbed your hand, pulling you back into him.
You winced as he squeezed, your fresh cut taking most of the pressure.
“What? What happened?” Jin asked, eyebrows furrowed in concern.
“I just cut my finger, that’s all.’’ You shrugged, avoiding his piercing gaze.
“That’s all?” He seemed unconvinced.
“I burned the food..’’ you admitted, “twice.’’
“Twice?”
You explained how your sister called and distracted you, leading to a cut and two burned meals.
“I tried to save the veggies, just cook them, but I got distracted again.’’ You said apologetically, “I’m really sorry.’’
Jin looked at you for a moment, holding you to his chest steadfast, letting laughter burst out the next second.
“Why are you laughing at me!” You smacked his chest, pushing him away.
“I- I knew things would go wrong w-with you in the kitchen,’’ he was bent over, full belly laugh causing you to smile a bit of your own.
“I grabbed some take out on my way back, figured it would be best to have a back up option.’’
“You’re an ass, Seokjin.’’ You smacked his chest again.
Jin grabbed your arm once again, pulling you back into his embrace.
“I’m your ass.’’ He sang, a smile gracing his features.
“Prove it.’’
“I brought your favorite.’’
“Point proven!” You leaped at the containers.
The two of you ate in silence, enjoying the good food and company.
“I love you, baby.’’ Jin mumbled as he rubbed your back.
The two of you cuddled up on the couch to watch a movie, ready to wind down and get some rest following the long day.
“I love you more, Jinnie.’’
You pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. It was enough to convey all your feelings without words.
Here, with your lover, enjoying life; there was no place you’d rather be.
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