#No need to kno my name or age or location or anything truly best thing possible is to just treat me as schrödingers blogger

[allegaeon]

Tumblr when you were 13 or 14? Xdy, you are a baby! I thought you were a mid life crisis away from changing your user name LOL

baby girl i am ancient in the head altho my numerical age may be low. i been 10 long years in this site and my mental state has not gotten better it's merely gotten ~different~

[keichanz]

Biggest Fears

yeaaaahhh, so...i ended up just buying the standalone Microsoft word because i’m a finicky bitch with preferences and MS word has spoiled me lmao. 

i tweaked the prompt for this one; originally it was darkest fears, but i thought fuck it and made it biggest fears because honestly who the hell cares anymore i want this fucking thinG DONE.

Spooktober Day 29: Biggest Fears

“Mama! Are you watching?!”

“I’m watching, honey,” Kagome called back to her son from her place on the park bench, lifting her head to put truth to her words and watch as he disappeared inside the brightly colored tube slide then reappear at the bottom, grinning and giddy.

Smiling as her youngest laughed and zipped toward the ladder to slide down the, well, slide, once again, Kagome waved to show she was watching and then shifted her gaze to search for her daughter. Izayoi hadn’t moved from her location on the swings, surrounded by Rin and her friends as they chatted and ignored all the little kids and grownups around them. Unsurprisingly Raiden and Kohaku along with a few other boys she didn’t immediately recognize weren’t far away, roughhousing with each other like boys do and generally just having a good time being kids. It was heartwarming and Kagome was glad her daughter had such good friends.

Checking on Tai to find him at the bottom of the slide playing with some other children his age, Kagome felt her phone buzz in her hand and dropped her gaze to read the newest text, secure in the fact that her children were safe.

what r u wearing?

Kagome snorted loudly and quickly typed her reply.

new phone who dis

oh shit don’t tell my wife

She laughed aloud that time and couldn’t stop the stupid grin from spreading as she responded.

That you’re a no good cheating mutt?

u spelled charming and sexy wrong

Your wife is a saint.

yeah i kno, dunno why she puts up with me

You make pretty babies.

is that all?

Kagome bit her lip to stifle the urge to giggle madly. Well okay you might have one or two uses…

oh yeah? care to enlighten this no good mutt?

Liiiiiiike…killing all the spiders :)

not really what i was thinking tbh

She snickered, an impish grin curling her lips upward. Oh no? well what other uses do you have other than jar opener and resident Tall Person among the Short People

think real hard baby 👅🐈

Shoulders shaking in silent laughter, Kagome swiftly typed up her response and she could practically hear his exaggerated groan.

Why are you licking the cat? Do I need to call animal services or

Hitting send, she sat back with a rather smug grin on her lips and waited. Only a minute or so passed before her phone buzzed and this time she burst out laughing at his predictable reply.

fucks sake woman ur damn lucky u ain’t here right now

Cackling gleefully, Kagome typed, OOOOOHHH okay I think I got it now...

A minute passed. Then, i swear to god wench

Kagome felt positively devilish as she sent her response, the contents of which being three emojis.

🍆🍆🍆

Her husband’s reply was instantaneous and there was no mistaking the proud grin that spread across her features as she read it.

😂 god i fucking love u

I know 😘

“...Kagome...?”

“Hm?” Turning her head with a smile, Kagome opened her mouth to greet whoever it was that said her name. Her gaze landed on a slim figure standing a little uncertainly next to the bench, and when caramel brown collided with twin pools of familiar cinnamon, Kagome gasped.

“K-Kikyou?”

Relief flitted across the woman’s face and she offered a friendly, if a bit awkward smile. “So it is you. It’s...been a while.”

Kagome was too dumbstruck to do anything but stare and nod, eyes wide and mouth slightly parted in shock.

Kikyou’s smile faded somewhat and she shifted on her feet, looking a bit uncomfortable. She glanced at the playground, glanced at Kagome, and then hesitantly asked, “May I...?”

She gestured to the bench Kagome was seated on and finally snapping out of her shock, the other woman shook her head and gave a strained smile as she wordlessly scooted over to make room.

While she said a quiet thank you and settled beside her, Kagome thought to herself that her formal rival hadn’t changed a bit. Still drop dead gorgeous with the same sleek black hair, model-perfect body, slender legs, and a flawless complexion Kagome had always been jealous of. She looked older, of course, but she had aged extremely well and didn’t look a day over twenty.

Sitting back with a sigh and crossing one leg over the other, Kikyou rested her hands in her lap and offered another smile. It was small but genuine with perhaps a bit of uncertainty, and her brown eyes held a wealth of burgeoning hope that had Kagome suddenly remember her and Inuyasha’s conversation on their deck the night she’d come knocking on their door.

Having absolutely no idea what to say, Kagome managed to return the smile before looking away, cursing herself for the awkwardness that settled between them. No doubt Kikyou could feel it too because she didn’t say anything, allowing the silence between them to grow until Kagome felt like you could cut the tension with a knife.

God, what did you even say to your husband’s former high school flame that had tried to sabotage your relationship before up and vanishing to another freaking country?

Kikyou sighed and looked toward the playground, hating this tension between them, but unsure of how to clear it. A flash of silver caught her attention and automatically her eyes sought it out, lighting on a child with sterling silver hair and very familiar dog ears that strongly hinted at who his father was.

Her eyes lit up and she smiled. “Is that your boy?” she asked softly, nodding toward the toddler as he chased after a cute little girl with brown pigtails.

Blinking, Kagome followed her gaze her and face softened, instantly finding him among the laughing, playing children.

“Yes,” she answered, her smile warm as she watched her son play. “That’s Tai. Five years old and a complete handful, but I wouldn’t have him any other way.”

Kikyou sighed and it was a little wistful, but her tone held neither contempt nor jealousy as she commented, “He looks just like him.”

It was obvious who she was talking about and Kagome’s smile broadened slightly.

“He definitely has his looks,” she agreed, “but thankfully that’s all he inherited. All of his attitude, on the other hand, went straight to his first born.”

Kikyou grinned. “Is she here?”

Kagome nodded toward the swings where her daughter and her friends had claimed for themselves. The girls were swinging now with the boys pushing them and their peals of laughter were pleasant as the sound drifted over to them.

“Oooh,” Kikyou murmured, brown eyes glinting knowingly. “His looks and his temper? Tell me, how many broken hearts has she left in her wake?”

Kagome laughed. “More like broken noses.” At Kikyou’s look, akin to confused alarm, she smiled wryly and explained, “Remember Kouga? Well, unsurprisingly his son is a lot like his father and he’s been chasing Izayoi for a while now. Not too long ago his posturing went a little too far and, well…” She shrugged. “Let’s just say my girl is more than capable of taking care of herself.”

Amused, Kikyou’s eyebrows rose into the fridge of her bangs as a little smile flirted with her lips. 

“She is her father’s daughter,” she commented, perhaps a little somberly.

Kagome’s smile dimmed a little and she nodded, her gaze drifting to the girl in question.

“Yes,” she breathed, and the two fell into another awkward silence as they watched the children play. Tai was on the jungle gym now and showing off his hanyou skills to the awe-struck human tykes. They were both 100% their father’s children, and Kagome wouldn’t want them any other way.

“Kagome,” Kikyou suddenly said on a sigh and said woman turned her attention to the figure beside her. “May I be frank with you?”

Having a good idea where this was headed, Kagome sucked in a sharp breath and nodded wordlessly.

Kikyou flashed her a quick smile of thanks before shifting on the bench so she was more or less facing her. Kagome did the same, figuring the least she could do as give the other woman her full attention, however she still made it a point to keep an ear and eye out on her children.

“I won’t insult you by beating around the bush,” Kikyou began, doing the other woman the courtesy of looking directly into her eyes. “And I’m not expecting everything to just be okay after this, but for what it’s worth, Kagome…I am truly sorry. For how I acted, for what happened, for what I put the three of us through…for everything.”

Kagome swallowed thickly and said nothing, sensing her companion wasn’t finished.

“I realize now that my behavior was immature and inexcusable,” Kikyou continued, confirming Kagome’s suspicion. She smiled bitterly and dropped her gaze to her lap. 

“For years I’ve harbored the guilt of how things ended between us and I suppose it’s not very fair that I ask for your forgiveness, and Inuyasha’s, for what I did. But, here I am.”

She shrugged and Kagome’s heart went out to her. All this time, for over ten years… She couldn’t imagine what it must have been like to bear the heaviness of guilt for so long.

“Kikyou…” Kagome began but the woman shook her head. Kagome forced herself to remain quiet, fisting her hands in her lap.

“I was scared,” she admitted, much to Kagome’s surprise. “As a teenager, my world was rather simple and it consisted of three things: shopping, my friends, and…the boy I liked.” Kikyou lifted her gaze and found Kagome’s again.

“So, when Inuyasha started showing interest in another girl—in you—I was terrified and I did things that I am not proud of. And I realize the irony only now, years later when I am an adult with a mortgage and a husband, of how much of a fool I truly was.”

“You can’t pin the entire blame on yourself, Kikyou,” Kagome said, her voice rough, unable to stay quiet any longer. “We were all young and did things we regret. We all made…not very smart decisions, and we let our emotions get the best of us.” She paused. Then, “I was scared too, you know.”

Closing her eyes and releasing a shaky sigh, Kagome bit down on her lip as she gathered her thoughts, a slight frown creasing her brow. Kikyou patiently waited, holding her breath, her cinnamon eyes holding a smidgen of hope that not all was lost.

“When things started getting really complicated,” Kagome began, “My biggest fear at the time was that Inuyasha would get tired of it all—the drama, the fighting, the misunderstandings—and just…decide it wasn’t worth his time anymore. I was scared he’d not only write me off, but forget me entirely and move on with his life without me and I remember how I cried myself to sleep sometimes, thinking about it all.”

Kikyou swallowed thickly and rasped, “You must have hated me.”

Kagome was silent for a beat and then admitted in a whisper, “I did.”

Kikyou closed her eye and nodded. She wasn’t surprised. Because she hated herself, too, for what she did.

“But,” the mother of two continued and Kikyou’s eyes fluttered open, the breath caught in her throat. “I also envied you, Kikyou.”

At the woman’s completely baffled look, Kagome had to smile before elaborating, “You can’t tell me you didn’t notice how completely torn Inuyasha was. He didn’t want to hurt either of us by picking one over the other so it was obvious to me he still cared for you. And I asked myself, why? Why would he still care for someone who’s put us through so much torment and gave us nothing but grief? I was jealous. I didn’t want him to care for you; I wanted all of his attention for myself, for him to pick me, and forget you, and I absolutely hated the fact that you had something with him that I didn’t.”

Kikyou frowned as she tried to determine just what that could be and Kagome’s expression softened. She used to think that her former rival in love was vindictive and knew exactly what she was doing the entire time. Now she realized that she had just been a desperate and brokenhearted girl, fighting to keep her first love’s affection for herself.

Perhaps she and her husband’s old high school flame had been more alike that she’d originally thought.

Kikyou was still looking lost so Kagome finally explained, “Thinking back on it now it’s petty, and I’m a little ashamed to admit this, but I envied you, Kikyou, because you knew him longer than I did. You had memories with him that I didn’t. You got to see every side of him before I did, got to know him before me, and it drove me crazy knowing that you were his first kiss, and I wasn’t.”

The freelance writer digested that in silence, her eyes a little wide in wonder. She’d never realized that was how Kagome had felt. But then again, she’d never taken the time to really understand, had she? No, her only goal had been to get Inuyasha back by any means, uncaring who she hurt in the process, and that was one of her biggest regrets.

Sighing, Kagome finally smiled, and though it was small, it was genuine as she locked gazes with her formal rival and decided it was time to extent the olive branch. They were both adults now, with husbands and a career; it was time to put the past behind them and make a fresh start.

“Thank you for apologizing, Kikyou,” Kagome said sincerely, glad they’d had this conversation. “And I’ll gladly accept it, but only if you accept mine, too.”

Kikyou blinked in surprise and Kagome shrugged. “I wasn’t exactly a saint either. I said some pretty hurtful things to you, Kikyou, things I didn’t mean, and I definitely wasn’t my best self. I could have ignored you and not add fuel to the fire by taking your bait, but I didn’t, and I’m sure it didn’t help matters. In fact I made them worse, and then graduation came around, nothing was resolved, and then suddenly you left and Inuyasha was devastated because he didn’t get to say goodbye.”

Unbidden tears sprang to Kikyou’s eyes and she blinked rapidly, fluttering a hand over her mouth. She definitely had not been expecting that.

Kagome gave a wavering smile and reached out to take Kikyou’s hand in her own. Stunned, the other woman let her, staring down at their hands in a combination of wonder and confusion.

“See, Kikyou,” she murmured, throat feeling tight with emotion. “I’ve been dealing with guilt too, because if I hadn’t been so selfish in wanting all of his attention for myself, maybe he would have had the chance to talk to you before you left and things wouldn’t have gone unresolved for so long.

“But you’re here now,” she continued, eyes bright with unshed tears and her smile broadening. “And you were brave enough to approach me first asking for forgiveness, and I’m giving it to you now. Will you forgive me too, Kikyou? For being a selfish brat and denying you two the closure you so desperately needed?”

Kikyou gave a choked laugh and wiped her eyes with her free hand, a smile curving the corners of her lips upward.

“Look at us,” she rasped. “Two grown women blubbering on a public park bench about events that happened in high school.”

Kagome giggled and reached up to dab at her own eyes with the sleeve of her jacket. “Inuyasha always did tease us that we were too emotional,” she said and they shared a laugh, both of them no doubt thinking about how he’d be freaking out right now if he saw them.

Relieved and so utterly grateful, Kikyou got herself together in short order and beamed at Kagome, taking her hand and holding it between both of hers. She squeezed, drawing Kagome’s attention.

“Of course I forgive you, Kagome,” she said and laughed lightly at Kagome’s relieved sigh. “We were young and dumb—”

“And full of c—”

“Ohmigawd, don’t say it!” Kikyou squeaked and Kagome snickered, eyes flashing with glee as she covered her grinning mouth with a hand. Kikyou relented and dissolved into giggles as well and the two of them sat there laughing quietly, feeling comfortable, all previous awkwardness completely vanished.

“And full of the cafeteria’s awful Mystery Meat,” Kikyou finished with a grin and elicited an indelicate snort from an equally grinning Kagome. “And maybe it was that dreadful concoction of questionable food the school fed us or something else entirely that made us act the way we did—”

“Teenage hormones?” Kagome put in.

“I was thinking PMS,” Kikyou opined and once more the two giggled quietly together before the writer continued, “But now it’s in the past, we’ve realized the mistakes we’ve made, so now I’d love to say let us let bygones be bygones and finally put the whole thing behind us.”

Relieved, Kagome smiled and gently tugged her hand from Kikyou’s before extending it.

“A clean slate,” she announced and felt something loosen in her chest when the other woman without hesitation clasped her hand. “And a fresh start. I like the sound of that.”

Feeling like she was going to break down and cry all over again, Kikyou gave a trembling smile, squeezed Kagome’s hand, and breathed, “Me, too.”

Half an hour later, after making plans for the four of them – Kikyou, Kagome, and their respective husbands – to meet up for lunch this weekend, the two women bid each other a fond farewell and went their separate ways. Kagome collected her children and started the fifteen-minute walk home, trailing behind them on the sidewalk and watching with a small smile as her daughter and niece swung Tai back and forth between them. Raiden, Kohaku and their friends left to head home as well, and Kagome had pretended not to notice Raiden tug Izayoi aside to whisper something in her ear before kissing her cheek and leaving the half-demon in a blissful state of euphoria.

As Tai’s laughter rang out in the crisp October air, Kagome smiled and pulled out her phone, bringing up her messaging app with a few taps of a finger.

Inuyasha.

Only thirty seconds or so passed before he responded; he never kept her waiting and it was one of the many things Kagome loved about him.

what’s up baby

Feeling warm all over as her heart burst with affection for her husband, Kagome quickly typed her response, a mere three words.

I love you.

She didn’t wait for his response; closing the app, Kagome brought up the keypad and dialed a familiar number before bringing the phone to her ear. When her mother didn’t answer, however, she wrinkled her nose and tried another number.

“Hey, Sango,” she said when her friend picked up. “Listen, would you mind watching the kids for an hour or two? I want—” She paused as her friend interrupted and her eyebrows slowly lifted into her bangs as an amused smile lifted the corners of her lips.

“Oh…he did? And Miroku agreed? I see. Yes, don’t worry, everything’s fine. It’s just…well…I had an interesting chat with someone and I just…I dunno, I want to spend a little time alone with him, is all.

“Not right now,” she said apologetically as her house came into view. “I promise to call you tomorrow though, and tell you everything, okay? Trust me, you’re gonna need a glass of wine for this conversation. Or two.”

Kagome laughed at Sango’s begrudging agreement to wait and with a promise to see her tomorrow, the school teacher hung up and pocketed her phone, increasing her pace to lay a hand on her children’s shoulders and quietly tell them to head to Sango and Miroku’s house. She assured them everything was okay at their questions and she just wanted to talk to their father alone for a bit. Izayoi still looked unconvinced, however she nodded and waited for Tai to hug his mother before taking his hand and leading him across the street to their aunt and uncle’s house. Rin waved and jogged down the street to her own house, and Kagome watched for only a minute before turning and going home to her husband.

The house was quiet when she entered through the side door and she was shrugging out of her coat when two arms suddenly snaked around her waist and a mouth dropped to her neck. Kagome smiled and leaned back against him, reaching up to slide her hand into his hair and find a soft ear, rubbing the flesh gently. She was rewarded by a low growl reverberating against her back and a sharp nip to the ear that had her gasping as her heart beat a rapid tattoo in her chest.

Turning around, Kagome lifted her chin in time to receive her husband’s hungry kiss and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he effortlessly swept her up into his arms. She gasped, he growled, and with a shared, intimate smile, Inuyasha carried his wife upstairs to their bedroom, murmuring against her lips how much he loved her and how goddamn lucky he was to have her.

Kagome’s response to that was a trembling smile, a loving kiss to his lips, and a whispered plea to show her how much he loved her as she tugged the door shut firmly behind them.

[fishfamau]

“Truly splendid... I recall these memories often, as a sweet sentiment whenever I think of the times when they were small- so small, they could fit easily within my palms..” Jack seemed to ease himself and curl his body, his expression melting to a daydreamy state, soft and content with his thoughts as he looked elsewhere; elsewhere towards where his kids were tussling and toying with eachother, maneuvering and chasing eachother through the thick greens that swayed ever so slightly with the gentle currents, their playful laughter just on his range of hearing.

“It was awhile ago, yes.. I was in the dark depths of which I solemnly called ‘home’ at the time; minding my own business, watching out for anything I could get my hands on to eat, blending in perfectly...” his dreamy grin faltered, a soft frown of concern replacing it, “..thats when I noticed something.”

“Something... slowly sinking down from the lighter depths above me just a bit away- it was small, so.. so very small. Small but bright..” He brought a long claw up to his face, as if hiding his lips as he thought about it. “So I decided to investigate it.. leaving my previous thoughts of food and lonely content behind.”  “As I came upon it, I felt the need to be very careful- so I was. Instead of grabbing the small form, I rather let it drift down into an outstretch hand of mine, letting the frail thing settle before I realized what it seemed to be.”

“Not a normal, brightly colored fish from the surface safe shallows and coral strands, but another Mer, you could say. So tiny, frail... but somehow alive. “Now.. it’d been forever since i’d seen another Mer- let alone a newly born one- I barely recall any of any age actually.. barely and blurry about my own kin.. until that day, and that little baby caught my eyes..”

“The little one may have been alive, by some miracle, but he was not doing very well at the depth he had drifted down into... so I ventured to a safer pressure for him- more alike to the soft and green safe shallows that you see us in now.” “I came to a simple rock standing, with a lushness upon it, softly swaying greens and small fish crowding around a hole in its lower side until I came passing by.. they all scattered, as they usually do.” “I was careful, holding the little one in my hands before I was at a less pressured area.. to which I curled amongst the soft greens and opened my hands to inspect the child.” “He was much smaller than I initially realized.. his colors bright but still pale from being so... n e w..” “And despite the pressure that had gotten to him and the slow currents that had brought him, im assuming, far from home.. his true parents.. he seemed healthy. There was a slight bump on his head, to which I think he may have had a tumble or a small accident before the pressure had anything to do with him, but no damage otherwise. Which.. I was a tad surprised in- he was so eye-catching that I was shocked nothing had tried to eat him yet...” “I kept him comfy and safe until he started to come to, breathing much better than he had in the depths...” “Poor little thing... he didnt seem scared by the sight of me, instead overtly curious..” “When he was finally awake, moving, and seeming all around alright, I tried asking him a few things, hoping he was at least old enough to speak- he was so small, or maybe me so large, that I couldn’t quiet tell...” “So..little one.” “Yeah?” He squeaked, adorably curious. “Do you happen to have a name? I’d much rather call you something other than just ‘little one’...” The small, orange scaled baby thought for a moment, “Uuh..” before blinking at him with big blue eyes, “Nuh-uh! I dunno...” he hugged himself alittle, looking down at his tail, “All I remember was following something.. and then everything going dark!” He peeked up at Jack once again, looking sort of excited, “And then waking up to you!!  I like your nose,,” he babbled slightly, looking shy as Jack inspected him once again for just moment before catching that last bit, and smiling just slightly.. it’d been so long, forever even, since he’d smiled.  “Well, you’ve proven yourself to be rather miraculous, with such a will to live and survive... will..” Jack paused slightly, blinking in thought as the child curled in his hands finally made himself get up and childishly swim up to his face, hands on the tip of his long nose, looking at him with such curiosity it almost seemed too innocent. “..Hm..” “Hm?” the little one mimicked him, which made him chuckle softly. “..How about I call you Will..? I think it suits you quite nicely...” Jack spoke softly now that he was so close. The child thought for a moment, pursing his small lips as he did, “Hmmm...hm! Okay!!” he squeaked, seeming excited, “I’m Will!” He greeted, to which Jack softly laughed and took the small baby off his nose and back into his hands to rest, “Its very nice to meet you, Will..” “Do you have a name?” Jack paused slightly, having to think to recall what he had named himself so long ago.. “..Jack.” “Hi Jack!” “Hello Will,” “Hey Jack?” “..Yes?” “...Can I call you Dad?”  Jack’s old heart swelled at the memory, sighing ever so slightly in content. It was that day, that moment, that he decided to claim little Will as his own. To be the parent he himself never had when he was younger... Jack hadn’t a clue where Will’s original parents were, or from where he had drifted in from on the currents, but he noticed that the little squabbling bundle in his claws didnt seem in the slightest worried about it, or even recall his real parents from that little bump- which made him think that perhaps his parents hadn’t paid nearly enough attention to him to notice he had gone and hurt himself and drifted to who knows where. It was from then on that he decided to roam far out of the depths to find a far better, shallower area for Will’s comfort to raise him. He denounced his usual antics of boat-tipping and volcanic vent scavenging to care the little scamp until he was just a smidge older to be left alone while he slept somewhere safe. It was a year or two later when he was moving spots again with Will safely tucked in his hair by his shoulder. Their previous living spot had been compromised when a number of divers had invaded the area for who knows why or what, and Jack had noticed a number of them capturing small fish of the variety and bringing them up to the surface on a boat. Not wishing to be seen, or to have Will wonder off and be scooped up and potentially lost forever, Jack decided to move elsewhere- to thicker greens and somewhere less people would be likely to swim or dive in search for things that dont belong to them. It was during this time, that late during one dark afternoon as he was scanning areas and trying to find a good place to settle for the night that he overheard something.. it caught his attention so much that he had to pause, and just float there as he listened for it again. It wasn’t the current moving passed his ears, or Will stirring in his sleep by his shoulder, or any late night fauna... it sounded like... crying. A small, delicate crying, somewhere in the lush that he couldn’t quite see yet. He tread carefully, swimming along slowly as not to miss anything as he did his best to locate who or what was crying... And when he did, it surprised him. In front of him lay in a tight curl on a mossy rock hidden by slow swaying sea grass was a small, quivering form that seemed to be crying in her sleep. She looked skinny in the rib area, and deathly pale.. He hesitated only slightly, but couldn’t stop himself from ever so gently picking up the small form, to which he truly realized she was trembling- and said trembling only grew worse when she stirred from her painful slumber and looked up at him with a fear he knew quite well... a fear he knew personally. 

The look of fear in her crying eyes made something in his chest grow cold- like a horrid feeling washing over him. He knew how it felt to be scared and alone, small and against everything.. not knowing what to do.  Jack gave her a small, friendly but sad smile to show he meant no harm, and even did his best to delicately rub her would-be tear stained cheeks (if they weren’t underwater already). 

Jack softly cooed and consoled the small baby best he could, her soft crying subsiding into hiccups here and there; she leaned into his touch and seemed to calm just a tad, enough for him to move her just slightly so he could better settle on the space he had found her. 

Looking down upon the new child in his hands, he calmed her just enough to ask her some things as well; just as Will popped out from Jack’s shoulder behind his hair to look at what was happening, his curiosity getting the better of him.  “..you’re alright, little one.. I promise,” he cooed softly, watching as she rigidly relaxed after a moment, sniffling and hugging his other hand. “I wont hurt you..” “..Can you speak?” He asked carefully, to which she nodded, rubbing her other eye, red and raw from all her crying that she’s been doing for who knows how long now. “Do you happen to have a name that I could call you..?” “..J..Jade.. Jadeth..” she stammered slightly, still calming down from her crying, a small hiccup ensuing directly after. “That’s a lovely name, Jadeth..”, he hummed slightly, “Would it be alright if I called you Jade?” to which she nodded and sniffled. “..May I ask why are you out here alone? Its dangerous and dark out here for you to be alone..” “..I,, I was. thrown.. I-I don t  kno w... where I am,, or what I am,, ?” This grabbed Jack’s attention further, especially when she looked up at him with big, scared pale blue eyes; “..W..what am I?” His lips pursed at this question, so he inspected her just a tad. Other than skinny from lack of food, deathly pale, and a tad scarred up from.. something.. she seemed okay. “A small child?” “N-no,, wh a t  am I?” she gestured to her tail- orca and or shark in features and orca-esque in color. “I,, I wasn t this,,  b-before..” she started crying alittle once again, to which Jack reacted by shushing her carefully and rubbing her cheek again lovingly.  “What do you mean by that, dear..?” “..I was.. h uman..? but then something,, h-happened,,, I don t know what,,” she sobbed alittle, hiding her chest as he realized a fresh, dark pink (as if trouble healing) small scar was across it lightly. As if something or someone had tried to slash and pin her. “She ch-changed me,, did something t-to me... an d he brought me here.. and threw m-me? O-off the dock,,?” She furrowed her brows and cuddled herself hard onto his hand, as if desperate to hide. “W-water.. hurt.. at first.. but everything is so.. d-dark.. s-scary..” she mumbled and hid her face in his other hand, which he didn’t mind at all. The way her head moved when she wasn’t hiding it gave him the impression she was very tired, possibly even disoriented; and the fact her ribs her showing and the slight grumble from her stomach made his deduce that she may be starving as well. “..Jade?” “y,,y -yeah?” she hiccuped slightly once again. “..Would you like to stay with me..? and Will?” he asked carefully, even though he probably would have claimed her regardless of her answer. It was now that she had noticed Will peeking at her with curiosity in his blue eyes from behind Jack’s shoulder, and as soon as she locked eyes with him, he crawled out from his hiding spot and settled in front of her in Jack’s hand. She was silent, confused, but watched him as Will spread a big smile and waved at her, “Hi!!” “,,H,,h-hi..” “I’m Will..” he said shyly, inching closer to her while she stayed statue still. He touched his index fingers together and smiled shyly, “U-um.. dont be scared!” He looked confident again, “Dad’ll take care of ya! And me too!” He tried to give his best protective posture, trying to make her smile and or feel better- “We’ll keep you safe,,” he pushed softly, getting alittle closer and holding out his hands to her. Jade watched him, before calming alittle more and hesitantly reaching out, holding onto one of the hands he held out to her with her own. “O,,okay..” she nodded slightly, coming out of her shell just a tad.  And that night was the night Jack gained a second child, and immediately got to work getting her fed and properly rested (which Will helped too, to the best of his smol babby abilities.) If he can try his best to be the parent he never had to one child, than why not two? Jade’s small, scared form reminded him of himself when he was small.. almost painfully so. He couldn’t just leave her, so why not love her like his own instead...

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Warning: May contain foul language.

Requested from: @del-rcys

Genre: Romance | Drama | Horror

Synopsis: This story is about you, as a reader, and Michael Langdon (AHS: Apocalypse). You have met Michael some years ago, before the Apocalypse happened, in a coven. The location was taken place in Romania, at the moment, in a gothic setting, such as a castle. You were meant to be the new supreme, and the powers you possessed were beyond great - that consisted of love and beauty, and you were curious by nature. Eventually, Langdon, including you, fell in love. That love turned into pure bliss and desire. With every love story, comes with a tragedy, unfortunately. At least, this one, in particular. There were rumors spreading across the coven that a witch hunter was spotted. This hunter was very dangerous, and caused harm and havoc between Michael and you. Soon, you fell pregnant, and weird, dark visions and dreams came along with it. Eventually you understood Langdon was known as the Antichrist, and you two were separated, because he was casted out for satanic situations. Eventually, you were hung, because you were supposed have no sexual relations with Michael, but the others found out since you carried his child. After you passed away, this angered Langdon to cause mayhem to the coven. Darkness crept in your soul that was left behind, and eventually fell into the dark arts, mostly to find a way to come back to life, so you can reunite with your beloved Michael, and have your child with you both. It wasn't until years later, at the Outpost 3, that things finally turned the tables around. You, as a reader, will eventually find that out.

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Michael Langdon x Reader (Forbidden Love) [Part 4]

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[Witch Hunter, flashback still]

He was a black man with a purpose, and badass at that. He carried himself well, wearing a black, leather coat over a plaid, grey flannel shirt, along with black cowboy boots with spurs, and denim jeans. The weapon he carried in his possession wasn't just any weapon. It was a gun that could kill anything, and it was forged by angels. There was a reason behind it, it was to stop the Antichrist. The angels figured out he would bring the end of days, of life as we knew. This was his purpose. He was born for it. There was fire within the man's heart, and it burned to the core.

The man was even known as the Gunslinger, because he never missed a shot. His bullets were made out of a special metal, as well, though. The guy chuckled to himself.

He was at a bar in New Orleans, sitting on a stool, nursing a Jack Daniels fireball whiskey. He tried listening to a country boy, who sat with him on a bar stool, "So, what's your name? What are you doing?"

The man looked him in the eye, and answered, "Tomaus. What I'm going to do is actually my business, but I'll say I'm in need of a vacation." He gulped down the last bit of his whiskey, and burped right after, covering his mouth.

The boy laughed, "Don't we all? Where at?" He punched his shoulder in good humor.

Tomaus looked a little annoyed by that gesture, and he rubbed his chin in thought, "Fucking Romania." He left a big tip on the bar's counter, "Thanks for the drink," he said, and made his leave.

Later that day, it down poured, rather cool to the skin, and night filled New Orleans. He drove his Chevy 1986 Impala out in an open field, somewhere private, some place where no human was around. If any human figured out what he could do, their eyes will literally but on fire. His angelic wings flew open, and he was invisible for the time being, and he was prepared to head to Romania. Once he took off, pushing his feet with force, he felt an adrenaline rush. It was exhilarating, this was a moment he felt free. His lungs breathed in the sky's air, and he was one with an eagle flying with him, for the moment.

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Now, this guy clearly had a background. He wasn't fully human, he was a nephilim, part angel and part human. His father? Uriel, an archangel from the Lord himself. Uriel fell in love with a woman one day, then it led to love making then a child was born. A prophecy was foretold by a witch that this child would grow up to defeat the Antichrist, which was a bit odd.

Odd, because Tomaus' mother passed away through child birth, and he was an orphan after. His father was saddened by the tragedy, and one day gave his son the gun the angels forged with a letter that was meant for him to read. Uriel had to leave, since he was an angel, he couldn't stay on Earth any longer. God even ordered him to come back home.

The letter Uriel gave to Tomaus, was sealed in a gold stamp, and the symbol that was stamped on it was a pair of wings and heaven's gate.

Eventually, at an orphanage, a family witch hunter's adopted him, and raised him as their own. They trained him to his full potential, and let him use the gun his father left him once he reached the age of twelve. The family wanted him to take over the family business as witch hunters when he was older, but even though he carried the title, he had other plans in Romania, because he had a feeling his purpose was far too great than to hunt down witches.

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Once he finally set foot by the castle's gate in Romania, he folded his wings, and inhaled sharply, taking in his surroundings. He paused, having thoughts of the letter he kept since he was a child. He took out a the letter from his back pocket, and he opened it (the seal was broken awhile ago, so he just wanted to reread it) and it said the following:

My dear son,

If you're reading this, then you are old enough to figure out by now, you're not truly human. Perhaps part of it, surely, but you have my blood flowing through your veins. Yes, my boy, you are a nephilim, an offspring of me, Uriel is my name. I would like to apologize in advance, for I couldn't raise you as my own, but understand this - I will be watching you. I will witness you growing up, taking your first step, and becoming a man you were meant to be. You possess my courage and strength, and for that, you were chosen to defeat an Antichrist. Angels talked about a man who will bring the end of days, an Apocalypse. A shadow that would corrupt the world. You will figure out who it is eventually, but the lessons you'll learn in life, use them well. Use them wisely. I love you, son. I give you my best wishes.

Sincerely, your father, Uriel

Tomaus choked a little, and placed the letter back in his pocket. His gaze went to the front of the castle's black door (a Celtic kno design was carved on it), and he walked to it, his boot tapped on cement steps while doing so, and he knocked. He called out loudly, "I'd like to meet the person in charge here. Ya know, to talk business."

Emily opened the door to let the stranger in, "Who are you and what brings you here?"

Tomaus walked through the door, his hand rubbing his chin as he paced slow in the room, "Tomaus, I have a reputation for being a witch hunter, but I assure you, I'm not here to kill the whole lot of you. I'm here for something else. According to my calculations, call it my angelic sense," He paused to look at her dead in the eye, and let his hand down beside him, "The Antichrist is here."

Her eyes squinted, bewildered, the Antichrist? How could that be? One of the witches had an ability to predict the future, and had night terrors a few times that spooked Emily, since her room was next to the witch. Once Emily barged into the room the witch rested in, she had to let her talk and explain, especially on the nightmares. One of them involved a child from [y/n], and that was how Emily figured out [y/n] was pregnant, but her friend had no idea, and she kept this conversation a secret, because [y/n] mustn't know. The witch with night terrors also confirmed about Michael Langdon, she wasn't able to pin point who he was, but she knew he was evil.

Emily stared at the man, letting his words sink in her brain, I'm sorry, [y/n], but I have to betray you, she cleared her throat, "I may know who the person you're looking for, then."

The man's face expressed amusement, "Is that so? Great, so let's have a meeting with the rest of your coven."

[Time skip]

There laid a rounded stone table in the middle of a conference room, kind of like the knights of Camelot with the rounded table. Chairs sat high, with gold streaks on them, they looked Elvish. Every witch sat around, waiting for Tomaus to approach them so they could figure out a plan. The only people who wasn't present was [y/n] and Michael, because they were love birds, after all, but he was also the so called Antichrist.

They murmured and whispered, some was in a panic, while some was eager or confused, "So what's this deal with Michael?" Was one of the questions asked.

Tomaus finally walked into the room, and made no pause, since he had to seal the door shut, so no intruder could step in, "So, is there anyone here who could put on a warding spell? Ya know, so no one would intrude?" He looked around the room, and his gaze halted right at a witch who's hand was raised.

She cleared her voice, eyeballing the room nervously, "I can."

The man nodded, and clapped his hands together, "Get on with it then."

The witch closed her eyes, and imagined an invisible veil that surrounded them, a ward. Then, she opened her eyes, and noticed a shiny, white glaze was all around the walls of the room.

The man held his hands behind his back, and said sternly, "So, Michael Langdon is an evil bastard, and he's been spotted with a woman. We could use her as bait, as for Michael, I will deal with him."

The witches murmured frantically, and one spoke up loudly, "He must be casted out!"

They all agreed without a second though, "Yes! Cast him out! Make haste, sisters!"

Tomaus watched them, hearing their words in delight. They're plan was to cast him, so the hunter could figure out a way to be alone with him.

Emily was the only one who didn't speak, her head was held down, with her hands cupped on her lap. Her mind wandered to [y/n], and the witch beside her studied her carefully, and talked slowly, smirking wickedly, "What do we make of [y/n]? She obviously has a relationship with the guy, so," she glanced around the room, "What do we do about that, sisters? Hmm? May I make a suggestion? Because I have a feeling she'll be dangerous from being blinded from Michael."

Emily gaped at her in shock, and shook her head quickly, "No! She's innocent, I tell you!" Oh, [y/n].

One of the witches caught her off guard, and looked at Emily from across the table, "Emily, I understand she's your best friend, but if you're against us, you will have the same fate that will bestow upon her," she looked at the witch next to her, "I may have the same idea as you, sister. She must be hanged, and burn, I'm afraid. She probably already slept with the Antichrist."

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[Michael x Reader, Flashback continued]

Michael Langdon paced in his room. Something troubled him, not only he usually knew whenever someone lied, but he always figured as to what, every detail. He could read people like books. Except this time. He guessed something protected [y/n], but what? He wondered, it almost as if it was a ward, but why? How could that be? He needed answers. He took a breath, trying to steady himself, and closed his eyes. He loved [y/n], very much indeed. Perhaps she will tell him the truth, then. He hoped, anyway.

Speaking of her, she ran into a terrible situation on her end of the story. She was in the library, searching anything that could help stop witch hunters, and the history. Unfortunately, that plan failed. Emily stopped by in front of her in an isle between book shelves, she whispered, "[y/n], I'm worried." She clutched her arm, threateningly. Emily looked rather uneasy, as well.

She tried pulling her arm away from Emily, "Stop this nonsense, and just leave me alone!" Her pupils dilated, and blackened, and a fire grew around her in a flash, dancing wickedly around the wooden shelves and books. In short, the library started to burn in flames. [y/n] gasped, and was freed from Emily's grasp, who stared at her in shock, mouth gaped open. [y/n] ran out of the room quickly, before any of the burning shelves fell on her. However, one of the witches grabbed her, and ordered another to tie her hands behind her.

Then, Tomaus revealed himself in front of [y/n], "Good to meet you, I was hoping to meet the Antichrist first, but now that I heard about you, I know his weakness. Sucks for him, but hey, great for me. No hard feelings."

She looked bewildered, what? Antichrist? Michael? That would mean I'm carrying the Antichrist's child! Even with that thought, she needed to protect him, both of them. She wanted to protect them. Tears filled her eyes, and she felt frantic with terror.

Tomaus took out a handkerchief that had morphine on it, "I like to apologize for this," and he covered [y/n]'s mouth, and waited until she passed out. He didn't care what happened to her, she belonged to the coven after he uses her as bait to reach to Michael fucking Langdon.

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So, I will write part 5 soon, I don't know when, but I will post it once done. It will have continued information on what just happened, and I'm going to try to tie in everything. I'm also aiming for other things, but that'll be for me to know. This part was mostly about some made up character. I needed to introduce him. As for Uriel, I based him on the guy from Supernatural, and I honestly can't remember his name, but I'm assuming Uriel. Just go with it. Lol

I'm sorry this didn't have much of Michael x Reader, but there will be more of their story on the next part.

I'm also sorry how random this was. I had to have something in it, x.x. I don't know. Lol.

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