#Rose terrified out of her mind having just watched the Doctor 'die' “WHAT THE FUCK.”

[transmasc-rose]

Went and watched the 2005 Children in Need special bc of the last post:

DOCTOR YOU DICK Rose "Let's go get Jack, he'd know what to do..." Doctor "Oh, he's busy, rebuilding the earth!" Literally any other way to deal with him being dead and also not dead. Would have been better. Oh my god. I think just ignoring him like they did in the show proper was better.

Rose looks so scared of Ten... Of course she thinks he's a different person! Of course she thinks he's been replaced! Why wouldn't she, when everything up to that point would lead her to that conclusion? Things love stealing bodies in Doctor Who, and this is a NEW body.

Rose "Can you change back?" Ten "Do you want me too?" Rose "Yes." Ten "No. I can't. Do you want to leave?" Rose "Do you want me to?" Ten "No! But... your choice, if you want to go home..."

Rose "STOP IT!" Ten "Oh, don't be so dull, lets have a bit of FUN! LET'S RIP THROUGH THAT VORTEX! ...regeneration's going wrong... FASTER! LETS OPEN THOSE ENGINES [unintelligible]" Rose "What's that?" Ten "[unintelligible while smiling]" Rose "Then do something!" Ten "Too late :D!" Rose, scared "YOU'RE GOING TO KILL US!" Ten "Hold on tight :D Here we go! Christmas Eve!" Oh my god?? Ten you are a maniac. This is a good look on you actually. I kind of wish he had kept more of this "regeneration is going wrong and removing his impulse control" personality. It reminds me a bit of Simm Master.

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 44

What Is and What Should Never Be/The Impossible Planet

"What Is and What Should Never Be"

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: Considering we START with Sam and Dean? I'm gonna go with no, I just wouldn't survive doing their job

Not to get too into my own shit, but, honestly, that's the first thing I'd do, too...

These family photos are so poorly photo shopped but it's great

Is Carmen gonna get Jessica'd?? Was that Carmen he saw??

It's funny that Dean seems like the kind of guy who definitely mowed many a lawn (not a euphemism), but goddamn...no he hasn't (did a banger job though)

Oh...oh god, it's gonna suck to see this all fucking go away, for him to realize that he can't live here, to have to go back to reality.

Mmmmmmmmm...this. This...is EXCRUCIATING to have to watch. Just heartwrenching.

OH GODDDD. IT'S ALL THE PEOPLE HE AND SAM SAVED. THEY'RE ALL DEAD NOW. And he's being haunted by it.

This is like the first episode all over again. uggggghhhhhhh

OOOMMMGGG Sam got in the car with him...I'm sorry. This episode is nothing but feelings

Now you're getting it, Dean!!

So, to catch everyone up as I only screamed my feelings for forty minutes: Sam and Dean were hunting a djinn, Dean gets caught by it and entered a dream world where Mary never died. Dean's in a stable relationship, Sam and Jess are engaged, everything seems perfect til the cracks start showing (because of course they do). Sam and Dean aren't close, Dean's had some...problems (unspecified), and everyone (quite rightly) keeps looking at Dean like he's gone off the deep end because he has so little memory of this reality. And in the end, Dean has to choose to go back to REAL reality but he can only do that by trying to die within the dream......

"Been On My Mind...": I mean, it's at least implied that alternate universe Dean has slept with alternate universe Dean's girlfriend

"The Impossible Planet"

Omg, right off the bat, they're so cute. Ten and Rose LOVE getting into ALL the trouble together (which...good, they're gonna get all the trouble in this episode and the next)

I can't imagine how terrifying (but exciting) it must be for the Doctor to encounter something that predates the TIME lords

I forgot all the genuinely funny miscommunications between the Ood and our protagonists "We must feed. We must feed. We must feed." But they mean "we must feed our guests something yummy!!" The scariest rendition of Be Our Guest.

The thing about this one (two, really) is that usually it's the Doctor going "okay, but it's real" when people tell him whatever they're doing is impossible. Now, the Doctor is just repeating how impossible this is and the science officer's just "This lump of rock is suspended in perpetual geostationary orbit around that black hole without falling in. Discuss." It's....it's kinda hot.

Not saying that astronauts can't be hot (they are just by job title alone)...but just about everyone on this ship? station? is like...REALLY PRETTY. I'm just saying because there have been so many episodes with people who just look like people, not models.

UUUGGGGHHHHH the way Ten looks at Rose when she jokes that Toby is the station's Chief Dramatist. He knows it's not the right time to actually laugh because lore is being dropped but he wants to, he's really really proud of her.

Also the way the Doctor is so in love with humans because of our natural curiosity just like he has is heartwarming.

Why'd the guy the devil is trying to tempt have to be named Toby? There's little funnier than a disembodied, sinister voice whispering "Toby." You know what it's like? There's a bit that the McElroys did REALLY early on with the name Jeffrey...it's like that bit. Because this voice just keeps saying "Toby" before and/or after most sentences. Toby. Don't turn around, Toby. Toby, I'm right behind you. I'm reaching out, Toby.

Uh oh, you're fucked, now, TOBY

I love these moments when the crew is slowly realizing they're in a sort of horror movie. Sure they've been dealing with The Horrors, but not on THIS level.

I know I joked about this not being a particularly romantic set of episodes, but between the flirting at the beginning, the look the Doctor gave Rose, and talking about a future (which would apparently include a mortgage) together...it's not NOT romantic.

This poor acting captain.

For a being who's been all around time and space and who probably at one point met JRR Tolkien, the Doctor sure doesn't recognize what happens when you dig too deep. Do you want Balrogs? This is how you get Balrogs.

[bipabrena]

Change x and x Request (HisoIllu fic)

A fic where Hisoka is left comatose after battling the Phantom Troupe in the Black Whale. He’s beyond saving and there’s no Nen contract to save him a second time, all that’s keeping him alive is a constant aura supply from Illumi. Thinking of ways to save him, Illumi’s mind goes to her. For the first time, he sees Nanika as someone, not something. But he knows she and Killua have no reason to want to help him. He can only hope they will.

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Illumi’s needlemen had set up a small but solid hospital room in the building. Not too many people lived in it, and it was in a strategic location. Several doctors from the most prestigious hospitals in the city came and went.

But, regardless of how many came or how hard they worked, they all arrived to the same conclusion: Hisoka was beyond saving.

Every day that passed, the comatose Hisoka withered away further.

It was then Illumi accessed the Hunters’ Tavern and found several doctors with Nen-based abilities. He brought them all forth within the course of a week, but all they could do was prolong the inevitable.

He was meticulous and careful to hide his tracks and hire them under names and details that’d make his true identity untraceable.

Illumi was not worried about his concurrent actions having consequences.

The talented doctors had given up, insisted they couldn’t save Hisoka, but Illumi wouldn’t have that. He’d stuck his needles in them and forced them to continue working, until they died of overexertion, just like all his needlemen did.

In the end, all he accomplished was the raking of bodies.

He disposed of them all, until his only choice was to share his Nen with Hisoka’s comatose body.

It was the one way to prolong the inevitable.

The only solution didn’t come to him until all alternatives had been explored.

It took him five days to gather enough Intel, with the limited tools he had, to find Killua’s phone number.

Naturally so, Killua had changed it along with all his details to completely sever ties with his family. It’s what made him hard to find, but Illumi didn’t give up, not even with his limited tools.

From all the Zoldycks, he’d always been the best at tailing and figuring out the way people clicked—how they worked, how they thought. Ironically so, considering his total lack of social skills outside of assassination.

He would’ve had better success if he’d just gone home, but he couldn’t afford it.

If he left this room, if he relocated or stopped sharing his aura with Hisoka, he’d die within minutes.

He impassively stared at his unconscious, withering frame. He approached him.

He sighed so quietly it was nearly imperceptible, and stopped by his bedside. He nonchalantly looked at Hisoka.

The burns, the cuts, the wounds.

While the Troupe split up to find him, what Hisoka truly wanted was to have them all in one room.

His resurrection had succeeded, but it’d left him wounded. His hand, his nose, his foot. They were superficial. He’d received an aura boost, but he was still handicapped. The replacements were solid enough, at least. For a while.

He was sure he wouldn’t be able to take on all the Spiders, and even if he did, he’d die soon after.

It was either receiving medical attention at once, healing, then wait for his chance to find them all again in the uncertain future, or fight them at once by not missing the chance of them being together in the Black Whale.

Hisoka prioritised his wounded pride.

And so, with his own strength and boosted Nen, his mental state heightened to its utmost limits, and unknowingly created a condition.

Even though he was slowly dying, he was adamant about surviving long enough to kill the Phantom Troupe, and to leave Chrollo for last. His senses, his physical abilities and speed stretched beyond their peak.

His resolve is what made his Nen exceedingly strong. But it also created a limitation: his full potential and beyond would be unleashed only with the Troupe. And he could only do it once.

And, if he overdid it, he may not come back from it.

He was lucky he’d hired Illumi.

However, the pretence of joining the Troupe to kill him was only that: a pretence. The real reason he’d hired him was so he could take Kalluto away so he wouldn’t get caught in the fight.

What Hisoka hadn’t counted on was Illumi risking his life to fight alongside him.

It’d stunned and worried Hisoka. Despite being a terrifying monster, it was still instinctive for him to worry about Illumi’s safety. But the look on Chrollo’s face when Illumi unexpectedly appeared, and sent Shizuku’s and Bonolenov’s heads flying, had turned him on so much he popped a boner on the spot.

It had been done so cleanly not a drop of blood was on Illumi’s three inch claws, and the other Troupe members could only stare in shock.

Seeing Illumi fight at full power was something Hisoka never thought he would witness, but he did—and he creamed his pants once, perhaps twice, from the sight alone.

Illumi had gotten injured, but it was nothing he couldn’t heal with his needles until he received real medical assistance.

The fight had been strenuous. It destroyed a large part of the Black Whale, but not enough to completely sink it. It was still functional, but there was damage, and amongst it collateral.

With Bonolenov and Shizuku down, the match-ups had been the following:

Hisoka vs Machi, Feitan and Chrollo.

Illumi vs Franklin, Nobunaga and Phinks.

In theory, it wasn’t good that Illumi had been stuck with two Enhancers, but considering his usual fighting style, it required distance to be created, and so it gave the Enhancers, Nobunaga and Phinks, few chances to land hits on him.

Illumi was more of a hit-and-run when fighting Enhancers. An appropriate style.

Because Franklin was an Emitter and his ability was more gravitated towards crowd control, such as the auction, he couldn’t freely use his ability. Illumi was too fast, and he could risk injuring some of the Troupe members. And so, he was forced to instead rely on direct hand-to-hand combat, which Illumi was far more proficient at.

At one point, Chrollo was forced to abandon Hisoka to aid those three with Illumi. He’d proven to be stronger than they’d anticipated.

Because he was an assassin, they’d greatly underestimated his duel abilities.

Illumi had a spectacular dominion of Ko, Ken, Gyo and Ryu. These abilities were usually perfected by Enhancers, since they did not require Hatsus, but it still stood that other Nen categories could perfect these techniques as well—the matter was that they often preferred to rely on their powers.

Illumi didn’t.

Not even Hisoka knew that.

Illumi was capable of using his category to the fullest, but he was also a level six at Enhancement, which put him on par with Franklin, the Emitter, and Phinks and Nobunaga, the Enhancers.

Nobunaga was very skilled in battle, but was not as physically strong as expected of an Enhancer. He was relatively weak, as even Machi exceeded him in physical strength. And so, Illumi far outshined him in this field. Phinks, on the other hand, was physically stronger than Illumi by a large margin, but he wasn’t a proficient hand-to-hand combatant. Though tremendously strong, he was above all a brawler, while Illumi had solid techniques.

This realisation made Hisoka moan mid-battle in sheer delight. Illumi truly was full of surprises.

When Chrollo joined, however, the problems started.

The range of abilities he had was insane.

But that was completely okay. Because Illumi had counted on this. Expertly, he and Hisoka switched places multiple times, and had alternated targets, so Illumi faced Machi and Feitan, too.

Their teamwork was splendid, natural. It flowed beautifully.

Hisoka had never had more fun in his life.

He completely forgot about his pride and revenge, and instead allowed himself to just feel, to revel on the moment of fighting such monsters alongside a more lethal monster. Illumi, the one person he’d always dreamed of fighting, and had been eager to see fight with his full strength.

At one point, Illumi managed to sever Machi’s left arm. As soon as he aimed for her heart, Feitan thought fast and Illumi barely avoided his Ko powered sword.

When Illumi lured them into the position he wanted, he screamed it.

“Do it now, Kallu!”

It’d brought all of their attentions for a split second.

Two rooms away, it’s when Kalluto had opened the gate, and three hundred needlemen filled the room in the blink of an eye.

In that split second of confusion, Illumi bolted to Hisoka and grabbed him.

Thinking fast, Hisoka stuck Bungee Gum to the ceiling to repel both himself and Illumi into the second floor.

“It’s fitting, don’t you think?” is what Illumi had told Hisoka when the stunned redhead stared down at the needlemen swarm the Troupe members.

At that moment, never had Hisoka wanted to fuck Illumi so savagely in his life.

For him to bring hundreds of needlemen to swarm Chrollo and his Spiders, the same way Chrollo’s puppets had done Hisoka, was so poetic and fitting that Hisoka could only laugh.

He’d made a joke here and there on just how many needles Illumi had brought.

And that’s when things changed.

When a light slowly rose to the ceiling, Hisoka and Illumi could only watch in confusion. They were only brought back by Kalluto, who screamed through the Zoldyck transmitter.

He’d been that day on the Meteor City raid. He knew of Feitan’s Pain Packer.

He’d desperately screamed at Illumi to get out of there as he hastily explained what that powerful light was, what it would turn into once it expanded.

Illumi had a final trick up his sleeve with his needlemen, but before he could verbalise it to Hisoka to ease him, he’d been wrapped in Bungee Gum and thrown out of the room. Before he could stand up to rush in again, the gate had been shut, with what he could only assume was Bungee Gum.

That’s when the explosion happened.

The needlemen served as cushions for the immense heat, and so Feitan took advantage of this. One of Chrollo’s ability’s also shielded them, but what they didn’t count on was the imbued explosives on two hundred of the three hundred needlemen that were swarming them and cutting their oxygen supply.

By the time Rising Sun deactivated, the only survivors had been Chrollo, Machi and Phinks. And they were mortally wounded.

When Illumi managed to tear down the door, he was worried.

He did it with ease, unlike his previous attempts. That meant it wasn’t being held together by Bungee Gum anymore.

Illumi could only hope for the worst.

He’d gone to—

A strong rumble in his stomach distracted him from his reminiscing. Illumi’s mind went blank as he momentarily forgot about the events in the Black Whale, and he recalled he hadn’t eaten in five days.

Not like he could anyway. Leaving this room meant Hisoka would die.

He sighed softly.

It was a strange feeling. Expending so much of his aura, transferring it to someone else was an uncomfortable, somewhat burning feeling. It felt much like when a doctor drew blood from their patient—that little burning feeling, except that multiplied manifold times, and he felt it all over his body.

He grabbed his phone.

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[imgoingtohellsofuckit]

Hope Can’t Fix Everything pt 2

Jasper x Human! Reader

Warnings - angsty 

Summary - Jasper tries to make it right

part one 

Jasper had royally fucked up. And he knew it. He knew that he ruined his chance with his mate. One mistake would destroy the entire lifetime they were supposed to have together. Carlisle made Jasper skip the next week of school. Mostly to get him to calm down. But also to make sure nothing else happened. Progress into vegetarianism for vampires isn't exactly linear mistakes are bound to happen. Carlisle honestly was expecting for a slip up- if not from Jasper then from one of the others. However the slip up wasn't what was crushing Jasper. Sure he felt absolutely terrible for snapping on his mate but- seeing that his mate was terrified of him, disgusted by him. He was crushed. And with having to stay home and away from everyone else was just causing him to spiral.

Finally after a week Jasper went back to school. But he didn't feel any comfort. He learned from Alice and Bella that Y/n didn't tell anyone anything that happened. They kept their near death a secret. However he also learned that they were avoiding the Cullen clan as much as she can. He didn't know if them not telling was a good thing. If it meant that maybe they could talk about it- or if they just didn't know how to explain it to anyone else with out sounding crazy.

"You freak!"

"Mr. Hale," The teacher calls snapping him from replaying the memory for the millionth time. "Are you okay?"

Jasper wanted to laugh. Okay? No. He's never been okay. Not in his 100 plus years of being a vampire has he once been okay. No that is a lie. He was okay with Y/n. He finally felt like he had something in his life that made his eternal life worth something. And he scared that meaning away.

"Yes sir," Jasper says softly, "just tired."

He could feel the eyes of a couple of his classmates on him. Watching him curiously.

"I heard he and Y/n broke up," The girl behind him whispers to her friend, "apparently it was messy."

"Where did you hear that?" The friend asks.

"Everyone is talking about it," The girl says, "Mary Spencer said she saw then go up to the Lake Frisky then saw Y/n flying out of there a hour later. Apparently in such a hurry she almost hit Mary. And I haven't seen the two as much as look at each other since he got back."

"Wow," The friend says, "what do you think happened?"

"Who knows," The girl says, "Tracey Catcher thinks that Jasper is hooking up with one of his adopted sisters. The little one Alice. Maybe Y/n found out."

Jasper scoffs lightly. This is stupid. Listening to everyone talk like they know what's happening. Feeling the emotions of everyone in the room as they pry and poke into his failed attempt of a love life. He feels his own anger bubble up. Getting more and more intense as he catches more of the harsh whispers. Before he can snap the bell rings loudly. Bringing him back to his senses. He sighs slipping from the classroom to the lunchroom. He meets the others at their lunch table. However the complete lack of you in your spot at the table makes his heart ache.

"Jasper," Alice says softly as he sits down, "how are you holding up?"

He doesn't say anything. Instead his eyes search the cafeteria for his mate. Looking over the mess of kids at tables. Finally he sees them across the lunchroom. Sitting with a couple of their friends. They don't seem interested in whatever their friends are talking about. He watches them as they pick at their lunch. He wishes he could read minds and figure out what he needs to say to make this all better. But then he thinks about all things that could be on their mind. Things he couldn't handle. Your perspective of the memory.

"Jasper get out of your head," Edward says carefully.

"How about you get out of my head," Jasper says firmly.

"Jasper you need to calm down," Rose says, "getting mad at Edward while amusing, isn't going to fix your problems."

"I just- how do I even begin to fix this?" Jasper says softly, "I almost killed them. They begged me to stop to back away and I ignored them. I'm a monster."

"You sound like Edward," Emmet says laughing lightly.

"This is serious," Jasper says, "what do I even say? What do I do?"

"You need to talk to them," Alice says simply, "try to explain. Try to make them understand. Promise it won't happen again."

"And what if it does?" Jasper asks softly, "what if it happens again but you guys don't get there fast enough huh? What if I killed them?"

"Jasper you aren't thinking-" Bella says softly.

"He is," Edward says, "he thinks we all should leave."

"Oh come on we saw how that worked out with Bella," Rose says.

"It was different then," Jasper says, "Bella wanted to hang on. Y/n doesn't want to. They want normal. A average life with kids and a big house in a sunny place. I can't give that to them."

"Jas," Alice says softly.

"This is your mate," Rose says, "and you'd leave them?"

"I'd rather them be happy and alive then be with me and regret everything," Jasper says, "it's the best decision. And after what happened. I don't need to put their laugh at risk. It was stupid of me."

"You can't leave your mate," Bella says, "you love them."

"I do love them and that's why I'm making this choice," Jasper says, "I can't trust myself not to hurt them. It's not your decision it's mine. And I've made my mind up. We're leaving. Carlisle is already preparing for us to leave."

"You're making a mistake-"

"Maybe I am," Jas says, "but if it saves their life... I don't really care."

No one else could argue. Because at the end of the day... They believed he was right. None of them think he'd ever hurt his mate on purpose but... on accident. Another incident like the last one. It's possible and sure leaving his mate hurts but watching them die. Know he caused it. That would be a whole other level of pain. He wouldn't be able to live like that. So the Cullens decided to move again. As they were preparing the move Jasper was sneaking every last glance at you. Trying to memorize their body, their scent. Everything about them. If he has to leave he wants to prepare to severe the ties. Not that it was hard. Y/n wanted nothing to do with him. Swapping seats, ignoring his texts. Not sparing him even so much as a passing glance.

'It's for the better' Jasper reminds himself. If he disappears like this- when they already clearly doesn't want him around them then it won't hurt them. It won't break them like leaving broke Bella. They won't try to do anything to bring Jasper back. They'll let the relationship fade into nothing but memories. Just like it needs to.

After a couple days they had everything packed. Loaded up and ready to go. Esme and Carlisle had went ahead to get everything ready at the newest house. Everyone else was getting ready to leave. However they remained with Jasper as he stalls. His focus on a box full of things.

"Are you ready?" Alice asks Jasper. The blond looks down at the picture of him and his mate. He bites his lip lightly. No. He doesn't want to leave. He wants to pull his mate into his arms and hold them until the end. He doesn't want to run away.

"I want a minute," He says softly, "ya know to collect my thoughts."

"Okay," Alice says, "we'll be on our way then. Come on guys." Rose and Emmet leave with her. However Bella stays back for a second.

"Jasper," She says softly, "you know they deserve closure for all this."

"The closure is me leaving," Jasper says, "I can't hurt them if I'm not here."

"Whatever," Bella says, "I can't make you do this right. Come on Edward."

The two join the other vampires starting to pack into their cars. The go, leaving Jasper alone in the empty house. He sighs as he stares into the box of his things from his relationship. Pictures, mementos from dates, things she'd give him. He felt guilty. He felt like the world was punishing him for his past sins. As if Y/n being his mate was a cruel joke fate was playing on him. Give him the most amazing soulmate then just- make him not able to be with them. Not trust himself to protect them. To save them from himself. Hw wants to trust his hope. That maybe somehow someway he'd see them again. And they'd be able to be happy. He wants to hope for that future. But fate would never let him have it.

"So the rumors are true?" He hears a soft voice asks. He looks away from the box and turns to see his mate. His eyes widen. This can't be real. There is no way they are actually here. But it looks so real. His mate. His love. Right there. So close he could touch them. He wants to. He wants to take their hand and pull them into a soft kiss. But he knows that will only make it more painful. "You're really moving away and you aren't even saying goodbye."

"Carlisle got a new job," He lies, "a town needing doctors..."

"Bella told me you were leaving because of me," They say softly making whatever his lie was going to be pointless, "said that I should come down here and talk to you before you leave."

"You didn't have to," He says, "it was a bad idea. You should go home."

"I think I deserve an explanation," They say, "I mean- I wanna know what happened at the lake."

He tenses. He didn't want to talk about it. He didn't want to go over it. He wanted to just move on. Just leave. Run away from his problems.

"It's only fair to me," They say softly, "if you get to just leave- then I get to know."

"I'm leaving so you don't need an explanation," Jas says, "I'm leaving so you can forget what happened and me."

"I don't want to forget you Jas," They say.

"Well you should," Jasper says, "I'm not good for you."

"You don't get to decide that," They say firmly, "you don't know if you're too good for me."

"Y/n I am a monster!" Jasper snaps, "I almost killed you at the lake. If my family was any later you'd be dead. If I'm around you won't be safe."

"But I'll have you," They mumble.

"That's stupid," Jasper says, "you'd risk your life to be around a monster-"

"You're not a monster," They say, "I know you Jasper you are a great guy-"

"I'm a beast," He says, "you know that. I could kill you. I can tell how you feel. And you're scared. You're afraid of me."

"I'm afraid of losing you," They say tearing up, "Jasper I love you! I want you to stay here with me. Whatever you're going through- whatever is happening to you. I want to be there for you. To support you- to ease the pain. Because I am in love with you Jasper."

He wants to pull them in his arms and never let go. But he knows that it's dangerous. That he shouldn't be allowed to be this close to them after what happened. He backs away.

"Jasper please just talk to me," They say, "what's happening?"

"I am not normal," He says, "I'm a vampire- I'm a monster. I kill people." They stay silent. "I've killed so many people. Sometimes I don't mean it. And I tried to stop. But its so strong- the hunger.  The bloodlust- When I look at you it's so painful because I won't to protect you but I also want to devour you."

"You wouldn't hurt me," They say boldly.

"I almost killed you."

"You hesitated," They point out, "and when they knocked you away you stopped."

"That means nothing," Jasper says, "who is to say that they could do that again?"

"I say they won't have to," Y/n says, "because you won't hurt me. Because I know you love me as well."

"Y/n I'm leaving tonight," He says, "there is no changing my mind."

"So you leave," They say, "fine- I wanna come with you."

"No you have a life here- you have family here," He says, "you'll get the life you want if you stay away from me-"

"The life I want is with you," They say, "Jasper don't walk away from us."

"I'm doing this for you," He says, "I doing this to keep you alive. I'm doing this because i love you so much and I want you to have everything you've always wanted." They move closer taking his hands into theirs.

"Jas-"

"I need to be stronger if I want to be with you," he says, "I need to have more control. And I will make sure I have that control and maybe if you'll still have me- then we can get together. But now? I can't risk hurting you- or losing you. So please. Please understand I'm not doing this without thinking. Because I've thought of every alternative and this is the only solution that will work."

"Jas," They whimper.

"I promise this won't be the end of us," He says, "one day- we'll find each other again."

Y/n moves pulling Jasper into a soft kiss. He moves deepening it. Making the one kiss last for all the years they won't have each other. After a while he finally breaks the kiss so his partner can breath.

"I'm sorry," He says softly.

"I love you Jasper," They say.

"I love you Y/n," He says, "we'll meet again."

He hugs them tightly. Then steps from the house climbing into his car. He'll see them again. He has hope that he'll see them again.

@whattheheckisevengoingon @treestarrrrrrrr​ @thequeendesi​

[molluskwritesfic]

Where the Roses Grow: Chapter Two

The compound on Arvala-7 didn’t house one bounty, but two. Elsi Nokk is an enslaved nanny with more than a few tricks up her sleeve. She’ll do anything to protect her charge, even if it means standing against - and then with - a certain Mandalorian. Rated M.

This story can also be found on fanfiction.net and Ao3.

@killtherandomness​

CHAPTER WARNINGS: Mild violence, strongly implied child abuse, slavery and associated themes.

Chapter One - This Chapter  - Next Chapter

Chapter Two

It was hot.

The walk hadn't started out horribly. Despite her trepidation, she was still able to appreciate a change in scenery after being penned up in the compound for so long. Thankfully, they'd only been in direct sunlight for about a half hour. After that, they walked in the shade offered by the maze of shallow canyons that stretched out around the compound in every direction.

The baby was having the time of his life. He perched in his bassinet, happy as a clam as he watched lizards skitter in and out of cracks. Life in the compound had been boring for Elsi, but it had been even more frustrating for him. Elsi had done everything in her power to keep him entertained and happy, but a child needed more than his nanny to play with while locked in the same building for so long.

There had been so many games of hide-and-seek.

To him, the change in scenery was magical. He would communicate this to his caretaker, who would humor him by nodding and forcing a smile. He also tried talking to his new friend - the Mandalorian - who ignored him entirely.

Elsi, mindful of annoying a new master - even if it was only a temporary arrangement - had to repeatedly reinforce their little 'be quiet' signal. Each time she held her finger over her lips, the baby would dutifully copy the motion and fall silent, only to forget a minute or so later and go back to chittering for attention.

Not that she blamed him. Their joint existence had been a lonely one.

. ~0~0~0~

Elsi didn't dawdle.

'Daddy's special quests', as Hetta so eloquently put it, was a not-so-discreet euphemism for 'Underworld Contacts'. Like almost every nobleman that managed to cling to power through the rise of the Empire, Lord Burkisn made deals - most under the table, some not - with Imperial officials and dealers. Elsi didn't hold it against him; he was a politician, and that's what politicians did. But now that the Empire had fallen, Lord Burkisn was scrambling to appease the New Republic while still managing old promises.

Although the Empire was technically gone, the power and influence of the Imperial Underworld remained. When an Empire Remnant called in a favor, you did your best to accommodate.

Elsi's soft shoes were soundless on the shiny tile floors as she bustled through the ornate halls, keeping to the walls in order to avoid other servants and the odd protocol droid that bumbled past.

Lord Burkisn had a wide range of servants in his household - approximately a third of them were slaves. Droids could do a slave's work, but weren't nearly as fashionable. House slaves were much harder to replace; you couldn't program them or fix them when they broke. They had to be taught. Fed. Like most pets: a potentially expensive long term investment.

She bypassed the main study - where New Republic representatives were often hosted - and down a set of stairs into the lower levels of the house. Lord Burkisn's private study was well-cushioned and unassuming, but Elsi couldn't help but feel the very air had been tainted by the people that had been hosted there over the years.

If you thought there was nothing worse than a nobleman that both owned slaves and had the gall to manipulate the New Republic system into letting him keep them - you'd be very wrong.

The prospect of a baby was troubling. Why would Underworld entities have a baby in the first place? Let alone a sick baby? Even then, why the hell were they bringing it to HER? Surely they had deep enough pockets to buy their own doctors and nannies to care for it.

She reached the polished oak door and took a moment to straighten out her cotton dress, ensuring she was prim and every hair was in its proper place. This gave her a moment to eavesdrop.

The conversation came in bits and pieces, muddled by the door.

"... Hays Minor. They won't…"

"...sold… from spice dealers on… delivery."

"We couldn't take it to… when it's…"

Lord Burkisn's voice rose above the others, shrill and irritated. "Where the hell is that damn nanny? I paid twelve thousand credits for that overpriced whore…"

Elsi grimaced, realizing that she'd already pushed her luck too far, and knocked.

"Enter!"

Elsi eased her way into the room, head down with her eyes politely on her toes, hands folded chastely in front of her.

"About fucking time," he swore at her, which wasn't out of the ordinary. However, it WAS uncharacteristic of him to do so in front of business associates. Lord Harl Burkisn was tall and on the back side of middle aged with charmingly light blue eyes, chestnut hair streaked with grey at the temples, and impeccable jawline; handsome, really. He took great pride in his appearance. His usual suave, put-togetherness was a huge part of his professional image. "What took so long?"

Elsi lowered her head further in the perfect imitation of shame. "I came as soon as I was told, sir."

He growled under his breath, "Hetta…"

Elsi did nothing to confirm or deny the inference.

Thankfully, Burkisn moved on. He flicked his fingers to summon her closer. She obeyed without question.

Though her eyes were down, she quickly surveyed the room through her eyelashes. Her master was accompanied by two other men, a human and a twi'lek. They were reasonably well-put together, but their dark, closefitting clothes suggested mercenaries, not anyone high-ranking. They were all looming around Lord Burkisn's desk, upon which sat a large metal storage container.

Lord Burkisn led her to it and gestured for her to peer inside.

When Hetta had said that there was a baby, Elsi had assumed that it would be the child of another nobleman - perhaps a bastard that they didn't want their spouse to know about and were secreting away to live somewhere else.

She couldn't have been more wrong. Or confused.

It was a child, alright. A tiny green baby with massive bat ears held flat against a dirty brown sack of an overcoat. It was short, squat, and unlike anything Elsi had seen before.

The little creature was beyond pitiful; curled up in on itself like it was trying it's hardest to be swallowed up in the dirty sack that it wore, which was already much too big for it. It sat with its back to it's audience, pressing the front of its tiny green body into one corner of the box like it desperately wanted to hide.

It was awfully, awfully still.

Elsi's heart broke for it. She looked to her master for instructions.

Lord Burkisn seemed troubled. "Can you care for it?"

Elsi didn't like making promises. "I've cared for many children."

He scoffed and dragged a hand through his hair, making it stick out in every direction. "Yes. Yes. But this one?"

"I don't see why not. But…" She hesitated. "Is it alive?"

Burkisn whipped back around to study the child more closely. His eyes glittered nervously as his less practiced gaze caught what Elsi had seen at once: the unnatural stillness, how quiet it was. Children weren't supposed to act like that.

He turned and fixed the two couriers with a glare.

"Err…" The twi'lek shuffled nervously, very much out of his comfort zone. "Should be…"

"When did you last check?"

"This mornin'," the human said defensively. "It's been sluggish since we got it, but it hasn't done much since midweek. It just sits and stares."

"What changed then?"

"Nothin'! We kept in the landspeeder, just like always - "

"On Hays Minor? It's freezing there! And you just left it in the speeder?" Burkisn accused, dark eyes thunderous with disgust. "This precious, EXPENSIVE asset? And you've treated it so carelessly? Can you even BEGIN to understand what they'll do to m… to YOU… if it perishes? Do you change it? When's the last time it had anything to eat? Have you bathed it recently?"

Rich, coming from a man that hadn't done any of those things for a child in his life. Elsi wasn't fooled by the righteous tirade. It had nothing to do with the baby's welfare.

"Is it alive or not?" He went on to demand. He was worried. While coming to the 'rescue' of something valuable could be beneficial, having the asset die while under his roof would be very, very bad indeed.

The courier closest to the crate reached out a gloved hand and gave the box a sharp shake. Elsi was no stranger to cruelty; her expression didn't change.

The baby gave a barely audible squeak as it was loosened from its makeshift safe spot. Other than that, it's only response was to weakly shift to press its face back into its corner.

"See?" The twi'lek said triumphantly. "It's alive."

The poor thing was half frozen. Lonely and terrified. No wonder it was sick.

Elsi grit her teeth, anxious to be rid of the other adults so she could take over.

"If it's sick, shouldn't we take it to a medical facility?" The human courier piped up. His eyes ghosted over Elsi's form appraisingly. "No offense, but why're we just giving it to a house slave?"

Burkisn sniffed. "You've lost the right to make those decisions. And do you think I'd let my daughter, my own flesh and blood, be cared for by any less than the best?" He prodded Elsi roughly in the shoulder. "Your credentials."

Elsi's collar felt tighter than usual. It was the same practiced spiel she'd given to potential buyers since she was twelve, and she delivered it with less emotion than a droid. "Educated by the Flirkgen Order of Servitude, First Class. I am trained in all forms of childcare from birth to adulthood, including, but not limited to: childbirth, nursing, emergency first aid, education, and nutrition. To date, I have cared for…"

Burkisn silenced her with a wave of his hand. "You see? We can't risk calling for a doctor, anyhow. The asset doesn't exactly blend in, does it? And if they found out it…"

He cut himself off. Elsi didn't bother wondering who 'they' were.

"Can you care for it?" Burkisn repeated. "Nurse it back to health?"

"I'm not a doctor, master," Elsi said warily. She wouldn't know the full extent until she'd had a chance to look it over properly, but the poor creature already seemed half dead to her. "But I will certainly do my best."

"Good. It's settled." He clapped his hands with an air of finality. "You'll make it your top priority. All of your other duties are suspended till further notice."

That was fine by her, so long as she didn't have to be the one to tell Hetta. The child did NOT like sharing anything, especially the slaves that were at her beck and call. There were other childminder's in the household that were more than qualified to care for the master's child, but none of them were Elsi.

Elsi bowed deep. "Yes, master."

We waved her away. "Take it, then. I'll inquire later as to your progress."

With a final curtsy, Elsi bustled forward and picked up the crate, closing the lid in hopes of making the little creature feel a little safer. The metal was icy cold against her skin. Without a moment to spare, she hurried out of the room.

~0~0~0~ .

Elsi was exhausted.

The skin under her collar still burned, the already tender skin actively being rubbed raw by the collar every time she moved her head. Every muscle in her body threatened to give out at a moment's notice. She moved in constant fear that the next step would be the one to send her sprawling to the ground.

She wasn't sure she wanted to suffer that brand of embarrassment today. Not that she had much pride left after a lifetime of humiliation and servitude, but she already had enough to worry over.

She stumbled a few times, but didn't fall. She kept walking.

After several hours, their pace had begun to slow. With every step, a little of the strength she'd pretended to have was leached away. It took everything she had to put one foot in front of the other.

The Mandalorian didn't comment, but Elsi noticed how the brisk, utilitarian pace he'd originally set had dwindled to something that was clearly designed to accommodate her. She appreciated, yet hated it.

Being thought of as weak was usually a good thing. But it wasn't in this case because it was the truth. Being underestimated gave her an edge, one that - staring at the tattered, dirty cloak of the silent wall of armor that stalked silently ahead of her - she wished she still had.

The baby finally settled down, tired from the day. He sat in his bassinet, nibbling his cloth frog and peering out at the changing scenery. His dark eyes flickered as he sought out the lizards that occasionally darted across their path.

Elsi knew he must be getting hungry. She was, too. Their last shared meal had been that morning, and it was well into late afternoon now. Elsi was used to functioning on very little; years of being fed the bare minimum had taught her to ignore the empty gnawing in her gut.

She didn't want the baby to have to learn the same way she did, but had a feeling that the Mandalorian wanted to get somewhere specific before nightfall. The canyons weren't exactly the best place to spend the night. Too many places for an enemy to hide.

She would wait until then before asking for a brief respite to feed her charge.

As if to confirm her suspicions about the canyons, the Mandalorian suddenly came to a halt. He lifted a gloved hand, cautioning Elsi to do the same. It was unnecessary, of course, because she'd heard it as well.

A near-silent footstep. The soft clink of a rock being kicked out of place and knocking into another. A quick, panted breath.

Then silence.

Elsi cast a warning glance at the baby, who didn't need to be directly told to stay silent. The adults' sudden tension was more than enough. He gripped his frog tighter.

Elsi watched the Mandalorian closely, taking note of the tension in his shoulders, waiting for some kind of signal.

She saw the Mandalorian's hand ghost over his blaster.

When the first bounty hunter exploded out of the shadows, Elsi was already on the move. While the Mandalorian met the threat, both of them, head on, Elsi made a beeline for the bassinet.

Sand flew as the sound of battle echoed throughout the narrow canyon. The baby whined when she scooped him into her arms. She hushed him, giving him a little reassuring bounce before slinking away from the conflict.

The baby cried out, distraught. He'd tried to take his frog with him, but dropped it. Elsi cast a glance backward to see it lying prone in the sand, only a few meters away from where the bounty hunters fought.

She went on, melting into the shadows and through a passage in the canyon walls. Worst case, she could make him another.

Elsi turned twice down different paths before deciding they'd gone far enough. She leaned her back against the stone, tucking them away in a dip in the rock face. The sounds of the fight had faded, leaving the pair washed in a heavy silence. Elsi struggled to quiet her breathing, which rasped loudly in her throat as she fought to catch her breath.

The baby buried his face against her chest and grumbled.

"Froggy's fine," she sighed, tipping her head back against the rock and closing her eyes. "We'll get him in a minute."

From what she'd seen, the Mandalorian had been holding his own fairly well, so hopefully they'd be able to go back to the bassinet in a few minutes. Not that she wanted to go with the faceless hunter, but for now she preferred him to the others. At least she was almost certain that he didn't have any immediate plans for killing her or the baby.

Also, he had her fob. She couldn't go very far without it.

Suddenly, the Mandalorian was there. He appeared without warning, scaring the shit out of Elsi - though she'd never show it.

He was more or less unscathed except for a gash in his upper arm. It looked nasty, but he seemed unbothered.

His helmet ticked forward minutely. "You good?"

Elsi's response was collected and emotionless. "Yes."

The child chirruped to say that he was fine, too, thanks for asking.

The Mandalorian cocked his head slightly, then held something out to him. The baby's ears perked forward when he recognized the beloved patchwork frog sitting in the warrior's hand. He gave a squeal of delight and all but threw himself out of Elsi's arms to get it.

Elsi almost dropped him, but was able to adjust fast enough to prevent him from falling. With a weary sigh, she moved to place the baby back in his bassinet, which still floated obediently at the Mandalorian's elbow.

The baby hummed happily and snuggled down in his blankets, squishing Froggy against his cheek.

Elsi's quick eyes went back to the gash on the Mandalorian's arm, then lowered submissively, fixing on the diamond shaped indent on his cuirass. "Your injury looks painful. I can dress it, if it pleases you."

His shoulders settled back; in surprise, Elsi thought.

"It's fine," he rasped. "We need to keep moving."

Elsi didn't argue.

. ~0~0~0~

Despite the awkwardness of the box, Elsi took the steps of the narrow servants' staircase two at a time, doing her best not to jostle the baby.

She winced and murmured an apology when she accidentally bumped it against a wall as she turned a corner, feeling the occupant slide from one corner to another.

Elsi bumped the door to her room open with her hip, and then closed it with her foot. As the head child-minder of a prestigious household, she had been granted her own quarters. She was still a slave, so it wasn't much: a small bed, a fireplace, a couple of chairs, a minuscule refresher, and a table that was covered with her current sewing projects.

She swept the half-finished articles of clothing off the table without a second thought, no longer caring if they got trampled and dirty, then sat the crate gingerly in their place.

Finally alone, Elsi flipped open the lid. Now she was closer, she caught a whiff of what could only have been the child; an unpleasant mix of bodily waste and mildew.

A distraught sigh hissed between her teeth. Elsi cautiously moved to pick up the baby.

The baby seemed to know she was coming and pressed itself more firmly into the corner. She crouched beside the table so that she was level with the box, reaching out tentatively towards the cowering child to smooth the fuzz on the back of its head.

The baby squeaked weakly, somehow succeeding in making itself look smaller. Elsi recoiled. Time was at the essence, but the last thing it needed was to be frightened even more.

"It's okay," Elsi hummed in her most reassuring voice, the same tried-and-true one used to soothe nightmares. She settled back just enough to kneel in the chair and rested her forearms on the edge of the crate.

The baby whined.

"Hey, hey. Shhh," she murmured, reaching out again and brushing her knuckles gently down the baby's spine. It quivered. She repeated the motion, "It's okay. You're okay. Shh."

The baby gave a plaintive squeak that was muffled by the side of the crate.

"Yeah, I know you're cold," she crooned. "Will you let me warm you up?"

The baby didn't comment, but it did turn its head, daring to peer at her with dark, watery eyes. Elsi noted the crusty discharge that had dried at the corners. Then the dampness of its nose.

"Can I hold you?" She asked, holding out her hands to it expectantly.

The baby squeezed its eyes shut.

Elsi figured that it was the closest thing to permission she was going to get. She gingerly wrapped her fingers around the baby's middle and lifted. He weighed next to nothing; she could wrap her hands all the way around him. She immediately transferred him to her chest, tucking his fuzzy head under her chin. Tiny claws curled into the fabric covering her collarbones.

Holding him in place with one hand, she bustled around the room, humming softly for the baby's sake as she unearthed cloth diapers, towels, and wash rags.

She took the supplies to the refresher, where she spread out one of the towels on the counter next to the sink, which she then filled partway with warm water. The child was far too small to consider using the tub.

Careful to cradle his head, Elsi eased the baby down on the counter. His sallow green skin stood out starkly against the fluffy white towel. The child stared up at her blankly through half-closed eyes.

"We're gonna get you clean, m'kay? The water's nice and warm for you. Then maybe you'll feel a little better. That sound good?" She explained to him kindly, but he only blinked in response.

The baby was heartbreakingly easy to manipulate out of his clothes, making her suspect that he was used to being handled roughly. She made a point to be as gentle as possible.

"Do you like bubbles?"

Before his bath, Elsi wiped him down and checked for injuries. He didn't react much to the water, leaning heavily into the hand that was keeping him propped up while she smoothed his skin with the gentlest soap she had and ran a kitten-soft washcloth over his ears.

After, she wrapped him in a small clean blanket instead of redressing him. His tiny robes would need to be cleaned before she would even consider putting them on him again, and even then, they were past use.

She would make him others, but that would take some time.

She laid him against her chest, lifting one of his little three-fingered hands to her lips to press a kiss to his knuckles. Elsi toed off her shoes and settled down on her bed. The baby snuffled a little, but otherwise stayed quiet as she tugged the other blanket over top of them both.

He felt much warmer now, at least. Elsi nuzzled the top of his head, breathing in the gentle smell of flowers from the soap. The baby mumbled softly before blinking his eyes closed.

It didn't take long for him to fall asleep. Elsi rubbed her hand up and down his back. Pressed kisses to the top of his head. Stoked his ears. Hummed a lullaby. Then another.

It seemed that he had given up, but children could be dazzlingly resilient. As awful as he seemed now, he could be up and playing in a day or two. She'd seen it before. Hopefully, a little love and attention would be enough to breathe a little life back into the poor little runt.

She wasn't optimistic, but that wouldn't stop her from trying.

~0~0~0~ .

The trio walked well into the evening, not stopping until the canyons were far behind them and they were surrounded by nothing but flat, rocky plains.

Elsi saw the logic. Out here, nothing could sneak up on them. The Mandalorian would see or hear anything a long time before it became an active threat.

Though she appreciated the strategic value of the decision, she loathed the bounty hunter for forcing them to travel so far before resting.

The last of the sun's rays were fading below the horizon, painting the desert in a myriad of lovely violet hues. The Mandalorian chose a flat-ish expanse of rock to kneel down, producing a collapsible lantern. He set it down at the center of the space and turned it on, casting them all in an orange glow.

"We'll camp here tonight."

Music to Elsi's ears. She all but collapsed to the ground, disguising her exhaustion as productivity by immediately starting to dig through the russack bag. She found the water and two jerky ration packs that she and the baby would share. She uncorked the water and drank, nursing it to make it last.

"Muu?"

The last few hours had them walking directly into the setting sun, prompting Elsi to close the bassinet shutters so as to offer the baby some shade. He'd been quiet for the most part, but now that they'd stopped moving, he seemed to have enough reason to draw attention to the fact that he still was still secluded.

"Muuuu?" Muu? A soft, drawn-out squeaky sound, always turned up at the end like a question. It was the baby's name for his caretaker. It was cute, really. So much better than Nan.

Elsi forced herself back to her feet, ignoring the screaming of her aching muscles in favor of retrieving the baby. When the shutters peeled away, he rewarded Elsi with a wide, toothy grin.

Mood slightly improved, she got him out, but also tugged the bassinet over to where she'd been sitting: away from the Mandalorian.

The baby trilled conversationally at the bounty hunter, who continued ignoring him. In the time it had taken Elsi to get the baby and sit back down, the Mandalorian had removed his cuirass and sat prodding at its inner workings with a tool from his belt.

The baby was entranced by the occasional shower of sparks tossed into the air as the Mandalorian worked, but not so much that he was distracted from consuming every morsel of food Elsi placed in his greedy little hands.

She figured that she ought to hurry. While she was no expert on Mandalorians, she was vaguely aware of the limitations regarding the helmet. He hadn't been able to eat or drink all day, and while Elsi didn't really care much for his welfare, she knew she would if he became frustrated and decided to take it out on her. He could also die from heatstroke, which would essentially trap her and the baby in the middle of the desert.

Until a better option presented itself, he was their best bet.

Elsi didn't give two shits about seeing his face. She had better things to worry about than satisfying basic curiosity - especially curiosity that could end with him killing her out of rage. If he simply asked her to not look, she wouldn't. As her (temporary?) owner, he could also order her not to look, and she'd have no choice but to obey.

But she didn't think he would do either. The Mandalorian would probably wait until they'd both fallen asleep to remove his helmet; which was absolutely no problem for Elsi - she was already half-asleep sitting up. The baby was a little trickier. Elsi would have to make sure he was asleep before settling down herself.

Luckily, the baby hadn't slept much throughout the day. By the time he finished eating, he was snuggling into Elsi's shoulder, making the soft little grumbling noises he made when he was tired.

Elsi hummed to him, soft enough that only he could hear, rubbing his back in time with the melody. It was an old slave song, one she distantly remembered her mother singing for her when she was fussy and small.

The humming also kept the baby from hearing the sounds that the Mandalorian was making. Forgoing Elsi's offer to clean and dress the wound on his arm, he'd settled on cauterizing it with the same tool he was using to repair his armor.

It looked painful. She almost insisted that he stop and let her tend him, but then remembered that she didn't care.

Elsi tucked the sleeping baby in the bassinet, ensuring he was snuggly wrapped in his blankets and clutching his stuffed frog before she closed the shutters.

Confident that he would sleep through the night, Elsi lay down on the stony ground with the russack bag tucked under her head. Mindful to keep her back to the Mandalorian, she allowed her exhausted and abused body to finally rest.

~0~0~0~ .

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Blue Eyes Part 8

Summary: After the Garrison is shot up, the youngest Shelby daughter finds a new home in London. She strips herself of her last name and tries to live a peaceful life far away from her brothers’ chaos in Birmingham. But fate leads her right back into it after she runs into Alfie Solomons.

Part 8: As Tommy heals, Ella struggles to understand what’s coming next. 

          It took a while before Tommy was coherent again after waking from surgery. He’d slipped in and out of consciousness for a bit before being able to fully grasp reality around him. For a few hours, he hadn’t even noticed Ella was sitting by his bedside and Ada had been flitting in and out of the room. Tommy’s eyes flicked over to her because he couldn’t seem to move his head or neck. In fact, his entire body felt too weak. He opened his mouth but couldn’t get any words out. It was as if his brain was malfunctioning. A useless wheel that kept hitting a wall.

           Ella saw some movement and leaned forward. “It’s alright, the doctor said you wouldn’t be able to talk for a bit. Just try to relax.”

           He blinked a few times and started to really see the room around him, or at least the brace around his head. The drugs in his system kept him from panicking or losing his cool. But he was still unnerved by it all. With some concentration, he was able to wiggle his hand.

           His sister held it gently. “Go back to sleep, I’ll be here.” She promised.

~~~~~~~~~~~

           It was two days before Tommy could really speak again. He also could sit up in bed but often he was too exhausted to remain that way. It was certainly a far cry from the resilient man Ella knew as her brother. Seeing him in such a state frightened her.

           So she needed to know who put him there.

           Tommy’s eyes were half-open when she walked back into his hospital room. He smiled faintly. It was nice to see a familiar face. “Did you get some rest?” His speech was delayed and he couldn’t raise it above a whisper.

           Ella nodded and went to sit down beside the cot again. “Tommy,” She looked at him seriously. “I need to know who did this.”

           “You don’t need to know.” He muttered, unable to shake his head no.

           “Yes, I do.” She insisted. “Whoever it was, they need to pay.” Her brother closed his eyes for a moment and she was afraid he’d drifted off to sleep. “Tom.”

           “I heard you, Ella.” He replied in a hoarse voice. “But I’m not speaking ‘bout it.”

           “You’ve told Arthur and John then?”

           “I’ve already said I’m not speaking…”

           “Thomas Shelby, whoever did this to you needs to die.”

           He opened his eyes when he heard the pure rage coming from his sister’s voice. Her hands curled tightly around her purse, her knuckles going white. Her jaw was clenched as if she were trying to crack her own teeth. “El…”

           “What if I were in the state you were in, aye?” She retorted before he could write her off again. “You’d be hunting that fucker down before I even got outta surgery!”

           Of course, he would. Any man who harmed his sister or anyone in his family for that matter would be dead before the sun rose the next day. “That’s not your job.”

           “It’s not a job, it’s called being your sister.”

           Tommy’s head began to pound and he knew he needed another dose of morphine in the next hour or so. “It’s already in motion.” He assured her. “He won’t be living for much longer.”

           That seemed to put Ella at ease even just a little bit. She leaned back in the chair and pursed her lips. “Fine.”

           “Did you do what I asked?”

           She nodded. “Yeah.” Alfie had called her the morning after Tommy’s injury just to check in with her. The gangster wasn’t sure where they left their relationship although it seemed to be on a positive note. He was unnerved to hear how Tommy was beaten half to death. He offered to come to check on her but she said she needed to sort out her head for a day or two.

           “And?” Tommy coaxed more of an answer out of her.

           “And he took the letter.” She replied curtly.

           “Ah.” He chuckled weakly. “So you’ve found your way back together.” It was a bitter taste in his mouth. His sister with Alfie Fucking Solomons. The man who had taken it upon himself to threaten him with deadly intentions several times, and managed to double-cross him more than once. He was a useful ally when he decided to be an ally and not an enemy. His connections and knowledge of certain things were valuable but his demeanor and reactions to things were certainly not desirable. Not the kind of person Tommy wanted around his baby sister.

           Ella lifted her chin and looked away from him. “If you must know, he said it might not be a good idea. Said you two don’t get along so it wouldn’t be good for anyone.”

           Tommy looked suspicious. “Really?”

           “Yes, Thomas, really.” She snapped. “You’ve all got your heads so far shoved up your own arses that you can’t manage to get along for two seconds!”

           “I didn’t say…”

           “I love him, d’you know that?” She posed the question harshly.

           “Oi, hang on.” He cut her off firmly. Despite being in a hospital bed with barely any energy to hold his own head up, he could still manage to hold control of a room. Or at least he tried.

           “No, don’t tell me I don’t know a thing ‘bout love. How would you even know? Were you there for any of it? No. I was happy with him and I still would be. But he isn't sure because he doesn’t want the Peaky Blinders breathing down his fucking neck every second!”

           Tommy bit his tongue. Love. What on Earth could his sister know about love? And love for Alfie? He sighed deeply. “Maybe I don’t know.”

           “You don’t.”

           “Right fine, I don’t fucking know. But I know that things that are happening once I’m back on me feet. Things that you don’t need to be involved in. Things that Alfie will be involved in.”

           “You trust him to help you with these things but don’t trust him around me. Even when I’ve told you he’s only ever cared about me.”

           “Listen.” He looked at her. “You can do whatever you like. But the Shelbys need to stay close now more than ever. We’ve got enemies, yeah, people who hate us and the Jews. What’d you think if they saw the Shelby girl with him, aye? A Shelby girl who’s won the heart of Alfie Solomons. What a perfect target. Kill two birds with one stone.”

           Ella’s stomach tightened up. The way Tommy spoke it felt like there was a group of people already watching them, plotting their deaths. They’d certainly gotten close with Tommy already. “I can hold me own, Tom.” She replied quietly. “D’you know that if our roles were reversed if I were in that hospital bed, the men who’d done it to me would have targets placed on their backs. Not by just you or John or Arthur. But by Alfie as well. I know what you think of him. But maybe its time you realized that he could be very helpful to you. More than you might’ve already thought.” She snatched up her purse and left the hospital room without elaborating any further.

           Tommy groaned. The conversation had his mind all in bits and it was painful. Wouldn’t it be nice to have an indisputable connection to Camden Town? The thought was strange and didn’t seem rooted in reality. Of course, there would always be a chance Alfie would double-cross him. It was like a sport to the gangster. But maybe…just maybe if Ella were that connection, Alfie wouldn’t even give it a thought.

           It physically hurt and Tommy had to call the nurse for morphine.

~~~~~~~~~~

           Ella returned to London and headed to the bakery the next morning. She was itching to talk to Alfie. Just to know that everything she said to Tommy was right. Just to reassure herself. Ollie didn’t argue with her this time around when she strode into the bakery. His boss had made it clear that she could be allowed inside if he was in his office.

           Alfie stood when she walked in. “You doing alright, you sounded fucking terrified over the phone.”

           She swallowed and nodded. Without a word, she rounded the desk and walked right into his arms.

           He didn’t question her. The way she sounded over the phone made it obvious that she needed some comforting. “What’s going on, love, talk to me.” He coaxed gently.

           “They’re wrong, Alfie. They’re wrong aren’t they?” She whispered desperately.

           “Wrong ‘bout what?”

           “About you. About everything.” She closed her eyes and inhaled his familiar scent. The woodsy smell soaked heavily with rum had become an easy way to escape her current situation.

           “Well…” He knew there were plenty of stories about him out blowing in the wind. Whether all of them were true or not was on a case-by-case basis. So he didn’t know exactly what she was referring to.

           “You can manage to settle things. You and Tommy. Things could be alright, couldn’t they?” Ella was tired of it all. She didn’t know how her family did it. Constantly aware of the enemies Tommy and the rest of them had made by direct or indirect contact. She didn’t want Alfie to be unsure of being with her because of the past he had with Tommy.

           “Ain’t that simple.” He stroked her hair. “Wish it could be.”

           “You’re helping my brother.”

           “Right…”

           “Can’t this be it, you two can just get along and that’ll be the end of everything. Both of you could benefit from each other’s business. It’ll be alright, just please…” She gripped onto his shirt. “Alfie, I’m scared.” She admitted.

           “What’re you scared of?” He asked in a soothing voice. It really was an enigma, a Shelby admitting fear.

           “I’m scared of what Tommy’s doing. I’m scared that he’s involving you. I’m scared that I’ve got a big fucking target painted on me back because of it. You should’ve seen him at Ada’s. He was so…I thought he was dying, Alfie.” Her voice broke. “Thought I was going to lose him.”

           Alfie sighed and mentally cursed Tommy for involving his sister in such a mess. “He’ll be alright, love.” As far as he was concerned, it was nearly impossible to kill the damn Blinder. He always managed to get back up. “He and I, we wouldn’t let anything fucking happen to you.”

           She raised her head to look him in the eyes. “I love you, Alfie.” Her hand touched the back of his neck, making a shiver go down his spine. “And I love my family. I don’t see why this can be a good thing. Small Heath and Camden Town. It could work.”

           He chuckled bitterly. “Oh, El, I dunno…water n’ oil don’t mix, do they?”

           “Say you love me.” She whispered, her eyes yearning for more.

           “You know that I love you.” He replied without hesitation. Of course, he loved her. The only woman he couldn’t get out of his head for even a second. He actually felt physically ill when he argued with her. Someone who caused such a severe change in him. “But this world ain’t built for lovers.”

           Her shoulders slumped. “So that’s it then? What am I meant to do?”

           Alfie took a deep breath and shook his head. “Maybe I can talk to Tommy.” He ceded. If only to give her some sort of false hope. “But you’ve got other family members, love, they don’t really like me either.”

           She studied his eyes. “Just want things to be okay.”

           “I know.” He nodded with a sympathetic frown. “But you’re the only one who sees me the way you do. And at the end of the day, don’t want your heart broke because I can’t be what you need.”

           Ella shook her head firmly. She didn’t want to hear it. If only she could block her ears and just focus on the man she loved. Close her eyes and ignore the violence around her. Forget the chaos. If only.

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A Rainy Day in Paris | Part 1.

Note: Timeline isn’t linear, make sure to take a note of the dates. ♥

December 23rd.  Morning

“We’ve waited six years for this,” the excited snarl was followed by the sound of the fist colliding with Adrian’s cheekbones. “Personally? Me, I’m all for delayed gratification.”

He felt the taste of iron and salt in his mouth. The man in a collared shirt and khakis who delivered the blow was Philippe, and behind him stood three others: Cédric, Agnès and Samir. All of them former GIGN operatives, all of them currently employed by the St. Clair Organization as enforcers and assassins.

Once upon a time, they’d fought literal wars together. Not the mob kind – the real kind.

Now, they were going to kill him.

December 22nd. Late afternoon.

“A friend of mine will be waiting for you in Porto. You can trust him. He’ll drive you to doctor’s appointments and check up on you until Sophia flies out there, too.”

His mother was inconsolable, refusing to leave London, refusing to face the reality of the situation – in order for her daughter to be saved, his son had to give up his life. Perhaps it was merciful that Sophie’s choice wasn’t hers to make – there was no version of the reality where Adrian let his sister suffer for his decisions.

“Mom, I promise, I’ll bring her back.”

His words fell on deaf ears. Mother Castillo sat in the corner, hands clasped around a rosary, praying to the Mother to save both of her children. Tears streamed down her wrinkled face that had still retained its beauty though all the hardships and years she’s been through.

Adrian tossed a few things in his overnight bag, but he knew the only thing he’d make use of would be his passport. He wouldn’t be needing the rest for much longer. “It’s time to go to the airport, mom. We don’t have much time. My plane has to be in Paris at 8.”

He spent the entirety of the car ride giving her last-minute instructions, making sure she’d have everything she needed after he was gone. A part of him wished he had time to say a few goodbyes, but he didn’t want to ruin anyone’s upcoming Christmas, and time wasn’t on his side.

Except Johnathan, whom he filled in with a quick phone call. The man had offered help, but there was nothing to be done. The instructions were clear – Adrian had to go alone, or else his sister would suffer.

"Alright ma, the plane’s leaving soon.” He hugged his mother as they stood in the middle of the Heathrow Airport. Pain stabbed at his heart to be the reason of those tears on her face, for making her say goodbye. Perhaps he should’ve left without saying anything that put her through this agony. What was more cruel? Who could tell.

“Here,” she put the Notre Dame medallion over his neck. “She’ll protect you, son.”

Adrian kissed her on the forehead as his eyes traveled to the information board at the nearest gate that read “PARIS (CDG), boarding”.

December 19th. Evening.

When his sister, Sophia first mentioned her upcoming trip to Paris, Adrian begged her to reconsider. Knowing how badly his former friends wanted him dead, especially after the events of last year, there was no doubt the loyalists would be on a lookout if he or his loved ones ever laid a foot in Paris.

He’d tried to explain it to Sophia, but she wouldn’t hear it.

“Do you know just how much I’ve sacrificed, Adrian? Ever since your former friends found out you’re alive, I haven’t been able to go home. Not even once. I had a life there. Friends.”

“I know. I know. But it’s too risky, Sophia. You don’t know what they’re capable –”

“No, you don’t know how important this invitation is. You have no idea how many scientists would kill to be part of this research, how much hard work I’ve poured into getting to where I am. I won’t let your murderer friends get in the way of my career –” Sophia’s voice rose with every next word.

“Your brother is the reason you have a career,” their mother, who had listened in silence up until now interrupted. “You would’ve never been able to afford your 12-year-long education if he hadn’t supported us, and you know it.”

“I’ve never asked for his blood money and I wish for once, for once,  you’d pick my side over his,” Sophia threw the dish cloth on the table and stormed out of the room, frustrated. A minute or a few of angrily packing her suitcase, she barged in back again. “I refuse to pause my life because you’re the most hated man in France.”

“For god’s sake, Sophia. Being a leading scientist at NodThera and living in London is hardly pausing your career...” Adrian groaned, his patience started to thin.

“It’s not about that, Adrian. The research they’re doing at Sorbonne, it’s groundbreaking, I could only get a chance like this once. Why am I even explaining this to you,” she checked her passport and put on the coat, her right foot already in the hallway. “I’ll be fine, it’s just a few months.” The door behind her closed with a thud.

Maybe she was right. Maybe she would be fine. Maybe no one would notice a Castillo had arrived in Paris, or if they did, they wouldn’t do anything about it because that wasn’t the Castillo they had been after.

December 22nd, Early morning.

The second Adrian heard his phone ring, he knew something was terribly wrong, and the unknown number with a France country code made his worst nightmares turn into a reality.

Person on the other end of the call was Cédric. They had his sister, and if he didn’t come to Paris by the end of the day, alone, the only research she’d be good for would be her own autopsy.

There would be no outrunning this one. He had to face his fate, and accept the inevitable.

December 22nd, Evening.

Nostalgia itself had a utopian dimension, one that wasn’t directed toward the future nor the past, but rather sideways. Adrian hadn’t sat in a foot in Paris in six years, hadn’t seen the streets he used to call home, a city he had loved. The country he dedicated his life to serve had become a forbidden Eden he was no longer allowed to enter.

Adrian had been cast out for his sins, and the prodigal son’s return was not welcome. Still, if he had to die today, at least he’d be dying in one place he loved above all – Paris.

The address he’d gotten was somewhere near Gare du Nord, 30-minute-drive from the Charles De Gaulle airport, but he’d asked the driver to take the longer route and go through the 9th arrondissement. One last look...

As the car sped through familiar streets, leaving the familiar landmarks in the rearview mirror one by one, Paris felt strangely foreign, with foreign sounds, with foreign people and no hiding place. A sad realisation hit him all of a sudden – he’d always love Paris, but they’d grown from lovers into strangers.

The destination soon appeared, centuries-old railway station rearing its head menacingly in the distace. He could hear the faint sounds of Vive le Vent coming from somewhere, muddy streets littered with Christmas decorations. Looked like there would be no white Christmas in Paris this year, just rain. Lots, and lots of rain. The streets around the Paris-North were as busy as he left them, people running around with a dash of holiday spirit sparkled on everything. Life would go on, and Adrian was nothing but a disappearing shadow in the city of lights.

He entered a derelict building north the station as instructed. He clocked Sophia right away. Chained to a chair, sweat and tears dripping down her face, scared and terrified. His fault.

“I’m here. Alone. Now let her go,” Adrian addressed the group, hoping Sophia wouldn’t have to be there a minute longer. He raised his hands and took off the jacket. “No guns, no back-up.” They may have been criminals and murderers, but they were military operatives once, too. They still had some moral code, and as expected once they saw Adrian, they cut her loose.

Sophia ran to her brother’s arms. “It’s alright, it’s alright,” he hugged her, probably for the last time, “You’ll be okay. Mom’s on her way to Porto, you should fly there right away.”

“I’m sorry, Adrian,” her voice was shaking, she could barely make her words sound audible, “I’ll call the cops, I’ll-I’ll get the help, I –”

“Just go, Sophia. Tell mom I’m sorry,” he let her go and watched as she neared the door reluctantly, but knowing there was nothing to be done.

His eyes were still fixed on his sister when suddenly lights went out and a blunt object hit his head with full force, knocking him out.

December 23rd. Early Morning.

“Wake up, putain,” the icy water and Cédric’s voice jolted him back to consciousness with equal intensity.

“You’re fucking dead, Castillo,” Philippe put a knife to his throat, he could practically smell whiskey on his breath, “like you should’ve been a long time ago.”

“I guess I just want some answers,” Agnes shrugged. Her curiosity couldn’t have been mistaken for remorse. She was just as angry and resentful as the rest of them. They haven’t been close friends the way Adrian and Laure were, but they had served together, at GIGN and at the French Organization. That had to mean something. Loyalty meant something.

Adrian remained silent.

What was he supposed to say? The truth was far too complicated, and there were simply too many factors at play to give them a short, clear answer. Not that it would’ve made any difference. They’d branded him a traitor and there was no undoing that, no changing their minds, no mercy, no truce.

Not when they had another war to fight, but this time on the opposite sides.

[weightlessrosewrites]

Levi Ackerman x Fem! Reader - Part 1

Angst with a happy ending, multiple au’s, Levi is probably out of character but! oh well! Tw: mentions of death Masterlist ---------

" Hey Levi, do you believe in soulmates?  Or reincarnation?" (Name) asked her fellow captain. Levi looked up from his paperwork and rose a brow, before looking back down whilst scoffing. " No, that is nonsense stuff, (Name), focus on your paperwork or bushybrows will get pissy. "

(Name) gave a thoughtful hum. " Oh alright. You're extra grumpy today. " " And you're extra talkative today, I wonder if it's a coincidence. " He snipped back, only to get a giggle.

---

It was dark in the training fields, but Levi could clearly see (Name)'s trembling body on the ground, coughing. He ran over. " (Name)! " Levi skidded to a halt and dropped to his knees. " Hey, are you okay? Get up. "

(Name) only coughed more, flinching away from his gentle touch. " I-I can't stop. " She started coughing again, until Levi heard the faint splatter of something on skin, feeling his heart drop to the pit of his stomach. " (Name)? "

" Levi... The disease is... is... " She stopped, coughing more. " It's t-taking a toll on me. " More coughing. " Idiot, I told you not to overwork yourself. " Levi scooped (Name) up easily and made a beeline for Hanji's office, careful not to move her to much. " L-Levi... I-I'm not going t-to make it.. " (Name) murmured. Levi shook his head, " stop talking, reserve your strength. Shitty glasses can help you. " Moving into the light, Levi could clearly see the blood splattered across her hand and now his chest. He grit his teeth and picked up the pace. " I'm not letting you die pathetically like this. "

More coughing. " Th-there's nothing you c-can do. " A quick glare sent a few cadets scurrying away, brows furrowed in worry as their beloved captain coughed up more blood.

" L-Levi, promise me something. " " I'm not fucking promising you anything because you aren't fucking dying tonight. " " Promise me we'll meet again in the n-next -- " She got cut off by more coughing. " In the next life. Promise. " Levi scoffed again, reaching Hanji's office. 'I promise, (Name).'

--- It was raining at her funeral. The service was already over, and the only people remaining were Eren, Levi, and Hanji.

" Levi.. " Hanji started softly, a hand on his shoulder. " Shut up. Shut up if you know what's good for you shitty glasses. " He hissed. " You never told (Name)...did you. " Hanji ignored his comment, knowing they would be fine.

There was silence for a good five minutes before, " ...No. I didn't tell her how much I loved her. " Levi murmured softly, and Hanji shook their head.

Eren gave Levi a wide eyed look, before looking at Hanji. They only shook their head again, and he decided it was best to leave his captain alone for a while. " I'll kill him, for killing her. " Levi muttered, anger seeping into his voice. Hanji looked down at him. " Levi... No one knows where Dr. Yeager is. He's been missing for a long while now. He could be dead... " Levi only turned away and stormed off so he could be alone with his thoughts.

-----

" Hey Captain! I found something you might really want to check! " Eren yelled from down the beach, and Levi rolled his eyes. It probably wasn't anything interesting anyways, but the brat would pester him if he didn't go check. So Levi walked down the beach. The further he got though, the more confused he felt. Eren was talking to someone, but... It was just the two of them, right? And the public of the island weren't allowed on this beach, it was private for their research on that new breed of aggressive, giant fish. A hot spot, this beach was.

Levi walked behind a rock and completely stopped in his tracks. There, beside Eren and in front of him, clinging to as much shade the rock gave her, was... A mermaid? Levi blinked and rubbed his eyes before looking at her again. Her tail was bright red, and shimmery. Her fingers were webbed and ears slightly pointed. Her (e/c) looked up at him fearfully, and Levi realized not only was she trying to stay within the shade, but she was also very scared of them.

Levi recognized the fear in her eyes. " Eren, move away from it, look at how terrified it is, and you are far to close. We don't know if it's dangerous. "

" ...I couldn't hurt a snail, even if I wanted too. " The mermaid murmured shyly. " So it can talk. " " Captain, that was rather rude. " " Eren, we're keeping this to ourselves. Don't tell bushy brows, and definitely not shitty glasses. Take those samples back to the lab. " " Yessir! " And with that, Eren ran off down the beach.

Levi looked up to the observatory and lab on top of the cliff. It was after hours, so no one would be using it. He looked back down at the mermaid. " What's your name? " " M-my name? " She squeaked out. Levi nodded. " O-oh, it's (Name). " " Levi... A pleasure. " Levi stared down at her. There was this nagging feeling at the back of his mind, almost like he knew her from somewhere else. (Name) had an air of familiarity, and quite frankly; Levi hated it.

---

(Name) swung her legs over the pool side, sliding into the water. It had been several months, and Levi had finally let her meet the other staff, all of which welcomed her with open arms. After all, (Name) could help with this titan fish problem coming from this shitty sea.

(Name) was pleased to find out that the research laboratory and observatory didn't just do research, but had a rescue team that helped injured wild life, and had the funds to do so... even if she still didn't understand the concept of 'money'.

Levi walked over to her. " Oi, (Name). You look pale, are you feeling okay? " (Name) jumped slightly, startled. " Yeah, I feel fine, why? " (Name) lied through her teeth, and Levi raised a brow. " Just curious. If you need to go back to the ocean.. You can. We're not holding you hostage. "

(Name) laughed. " I'm well aware, but I am fine, I promise. I've just had some stuff on my mind. " Levi quirked a brow. " Do indulge me. " " It's... about Eren, actually. He looks rather similar to a merman I knew. He was a doctor. They even share the same last name! " She laughed. " Such a coincidence. "

" I sure hope you don't mean Dr. Grisha Yeager. " He deadpanned with a slightly colder tone, causing (Name) to stop laughing. " I uh.. I do. I worked as his understudy for a while, he had vast knowledge of... the human world. " Levi sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. Lovely. Of course. " I uh.. guess that means Eren is a merman. You read that book I gave you, right? " " The one with no author? " " If that's what you call it, yes. "

Levi only nodded. It made sense, the brat could hold his breathe underwater longer than humanly possible. But this... This information was unwelcome. It made him worry for the girl, and he didn't like being worried about anyone.

---

A couple years went by. (Name) would occasionally spend a month or so in the ocean, always came back looking revitalized but this time... This time was different. She looked very sickly. Currently, (Name) was laying down on the couch in his office, waiting for Hanji to come back with blood test results.

The moment she started coughing, Levi felt a wave of uncomfortable, familiar dread. Almost, almost like he had been through this once before. And he had a sneaking suspicion of what was wrong, he didn't need the test results. (Name) was sick. Very sick.

There was a knock at the door before Hanji walked in, worry clouding their eyes. It only took Levi one look to know his sneaking suspicion was right. " Levi... " They started. " She's sick with the exact same thing Carla was sick with, isn't she. " " The survival rate is... less that 0.1%... " They confirmed with a frown.

(Name)'s coughing increased momentarily before dissipating to silence. But Levi knew better. He marched over to the couch from his desk and leaned over her. " Hand. Now. " " Wh-what? L-Levi nothing's wrong. " " Now. " He repeated to the girl, who was half curled into the couch on her side. (Name) gave in and moved her open palm to his sight.

Bright, crimson splatters stained her hand, and Levi could feel the tremble of another coughing fit start as (Name) immediately moved her hand back to her mouth. " Blood? " Hanji asked timidly. " Blood. " Levi repeated.

---

Levi was angry, but he didn't know who to be angry at anymore. Grisha was confirmed dead a long time ago, his body washed up along the shoreline years ago. But here lay (Name), in the infirmary bed at the laboratory where Hanji was doing their best to get her stable. But it wasn't working.

He sat, watching her sleeping form as Hanji walked over to him. " Levi? " They spoke softly, and Levi glanced up, giving them a look. " You love her, don't you. " It wasn't a question... More of a statement. A true statement.

Levi looked back at (Name), and sat there in silence for a few moments before speaking. " ...I do. " Hanji really hated what they were about to say next. " ...Then you know what the best option for her is, don't you. " This time Levi looked up to meet their gaze with a glare that would have made any of the cadets wet their pants. He was unable to answer though, because (Name) woke up and started coughing.

This time though... There was a lot of blood. More than Levi wanted to see. When she finished, (Name) looked over at him, shifting slightly to be more on her side to face him. " ...Levi? " " Yes? " He answered, voice going a little softer then when he'd been speaking to Hanji, who took their leave immediately.

" I.. I want you to promise me something... " She murmured, voice hoarse from constant coughing. Levi felt his stomach drop, and for some odd reason, those words felt painfully familiar. He didn't like it. " What might that be? " Levi could already feel the pain he was about to experience, and he knew he'd be crying sometime tonight.

" I- " She got cut off, coughing again. Levi got up and grabbed a glass of water for her, and some wet wipes. When the coughing died down, she continued to speak. " I want you to promise that we'll meet again in the next life. " There it was; that stupid, oddly and painful familiar feeling again. Levi really wished she hadn't spoken those words, he didn't like them.

" I promise. " Levi set the cup down as (Name)'s eyes shut. A couple more coughs and then she fell back asleep as Hanji walked back in. They walked over to stand beside Levi's chair in silence, and before they knew it, the beeping had stopped.

(Name) was gone. And Levi didn't have a chance to tell her how much he loved her. " She knew.. " Levi murmured, and Hanji absolutely hated hearing his voice crack. " She loved you, you know. " They spoke softly, rubbing his shoulder comfortingly.

Levi only scoffed and got up. " She should've fucking said something. " He walked to the door, avoiding eye contact. Hanji watched him leave, absolutely hating the tears in his eyes, the tears he refused to let fall. And with a solemn sigh, Hanji moved (Name) flat on her back, pulling the bed sheet over her head, and disconnected the machine.

Hanji did not enjoy the idea of informing the rest of the staff. Not one bit. (Name) had quickly become the heart of the Survey Corps. This was a devastating blow.

[dragonshadow02]

Part one of my fic for the #bakudekubirthdayexchange for CB who I don't know if is on tumblr. I saw someone say they would post theirs chapter by chapter and I kind of like the idea. Especially since I'm waiting for my Ao3 password reset.

Notes: in this AU Izuku didn't gain OFA from Allmight.

Courting a Villian-

The warehouse was silent, save for the drip, drip, drip of the rain and the soft whimpers of the woman bound to the wall. The sole other occupant of the building was waiting on the thin catwalk above for the rest of the players to set the stage. 

Izuku Midoriya-Deku- former hero enthusiast- and currently one of the most dangerous villains Musutafa had ever known- was done playing games. Someone would come busting into his sanctuary soon, and who it was would decide his captives fate. If they had decided to play nice and read his little love letter, he knew exactly who it would be...and if they hadn't, he got to play-it would be fun either way. A shiver of excitement traveled down the emerald haired villains spine, Ground Zero would be here soon ready to fight, and -if he was lucky something far more enjoyable.  The dark grey and green-clad figure rose from his crouch with a soft creak of metal, the catwalk was in disrepair, covered in rust but he was confident that it would do its job. The pale man's lips twitched as he heard a soft sound, neck rolling as he looked to the side. There was no extra light, he had known there wouldn't be, but the heavy tread of combat boots was hard to miss. In one smooth movement, Izuku launched himself over the safety rail, freefalling to land like a cat on the dirty concrete. 

"Welcome, Kacchan"  He rose from his crouch as he spoke, lips spreading into a wide, slightly deranged grin. With a small click of the remote in his pocket the lights came on, illuminating his freckled face, and most importantly, his captive. The villian was far more interested though, in the hero that opposed him. The low light cast shadows over his face, but Izuku could imagine the way his brow creased in anger. Ground Zero was always ten times more attractive when he was angry...Or maybe that's just him being twisted. He had been told he was insane by more than one person-of course they usually ended up dead...but that didn't matter.  Bakugou was the focus of his universe. They had shared a dream, a dream to become the number one hero, but Izuku had been born quirkless. Once All Might himself had told Izuku that he could never be a hero, he had spiraled into a deep depression, he had turned his back on All Might after Kacchans rescue, even though the hero had tried to talk to him again. Being told off for trying to save a friend had been the last thing he'd needed and he was positive that, that was what his idol had had in mind. Watching Katsuki get prepared for the U.A. Exam...being told he would never be a hero- It had broken him. His dreams had been gone.  He had continued to hero chase, and record and theorize by habit, but the fire behind the curiosity was gone. That had all changed when he had stumbled upon his childhood doctor meeting with a group of known villains. 

     / Izukus hand was shaking as he wrote slowly in his notebook, mouth dry with fear. He was going to die. As much as he had thought about it in the wake of his recent setback, being faced with the reality was terrifying. He didn't want to die. He couldn't move other than the delicate scratch of pen across the paper.  A soft shuffling sound came from behind him and his heart jumped with terror, there was an impact against his head...then blackness and he knew no more/

The villain shook his head to clear it, he shouldn't be thinking about the weakling he had been. The Doctor had seen his analytical mind as an asset, had given him a quirk, a way to be useful. Izuku hadn't realized until Katsuki was in his second year at U.A. that the powerful quirk he had been given had been his own that the doctor had stolen from him as a child. It was then that he had decided never to let anyone take advantage of him again. He had left the League and made sure they would never try to take him back. He would become the number one villain, Kacchans foil.  He was more than a little in love with the hero that currently stood in front of him, growling with impatience, but Izuku was standing silent with a crooked grin on his face. Finally, Ground Zero had had enough and stomped forward towards his silent rival, fists crackling menacingly with explosions. 

"What the FUCK are you doing you crazy nerd? You told them to send me and I fucking came. Give me the hostage and crawl back into whatever hole you came out of."

Izuku raised a finger and waggled it back and forth, taking a step back and waving an arm grandiosely in the direction of the struggling woman. "  The wife of....whatever his name is is right there. I haven't hurt a hair on her pretty little head." He twitched a finger and the chain wrapped around the woman's neck tightened. " Yet."

He tilted his head to the side slowly, green eyes meeting masked crimson. " She's not important, just you..." He took a step towards Katsuki. " I needed you to come because you weren't answering my calls" A pout fell over Izukus freckled face " I wanted to ask you out Kacchan...expecially after all of the fun we've had." The metal jangled and tightened again ripping a strangled gasp from the woman.  " Since you wouldn't let me ask you out, I've decided that you get to court me instead." He tilted his whole body to the side and looked at the ash-blonde hero through green bangs. " Doesn't that sound fun? If you agree I'll give her to you as a...faith gift. If you refuse, she dies and you get to tell the head of the Heroes Commission that you let his wife die...so sad for you and your victories" The answering snarl was music to Izukus ears.  He continued quickly before Katsuki could get a word in. " So Kacchan, this is how it'll be... You. court me. Bring me presents...ask me on dates" He waved a hand. " Knit me a scarf" His smirk grew into a grin as he added that little bit of humiliation in...Katsuki hated knitting. Forty-Five calls and over a hundred text messages from various burner phones and Katsuki hadn't responded to a single one. Izuku was feeling a little ghosted to say the least. He knew he'd have to take drastic measures to get what he wanted. 

" You're out of your fucking MIND if you think I'll agree to that bullshit." The blonde had grown better at keeping his temper from effecting his quirk, but Izuku could see the glow of his palms as he clenched them tightly. " I'm not going to act like a fucking girl."

"ah, ah, aaah men can knit too" Izuku waggled his finger again. " Do you really want to lose your perfect streak? I thought you wanted to be number one, Kacchan" He shrugged slowly as his rival seethed. " A hero always wins....isn't that what you said once?"  The green-haired villian started to walk towards the woman on the wall only to be body blocked by Katsuki. A feral grin spread across the villians face, that was more like it. 

He may not have a strength quirk but he was durable, and he'd been through hell in Musutafas underground. He and Katsuki had met each other in battle more than once and had broken even. 

The green-eyed Villian jumped back from the hit to minimize its strength, bringing the power of his mind to bear to keep Katsuki away from him for now. Their usual fight and fuck routine wasn't his aim right now and he knew if they got into a brawl that was exactly what would happen. Izuku could feel the adrenaline singing through his veins pushing him to fight, but he wanted more than that now. 

His hand raised and his captive gagged again. " We're not here for that Kacchan. No fighting this time. Deal or no deal." Was dating him...wooing him so objectionable that Katsuki would let someone die to avoid it? Or was it the scarf thing? It didn't matter. Date or Death. That's what it came down to. Green eyes held crimson yet again, but this time Izuku wouldn't turn away, jaw set in a stubborn line as his captive passed out from lack of oxygen.  Katsuki snarled and punched the scarred villain in the jaw before turning towards the woman. " This is the worst fucking way to ask someone out, nerd. No fucking girly shit but I'll take you on a goddamn date like you want." Ground Zero freed his captive, checking her pulse and throwing a nasty smirk over his shoulder. " Should have known you'd be begging for more after you'd had a taste." The heroes cocky voice sent a shiver of arousal through the villain even as is irritated him.  " Am I begging Kacchan, or do I have you exactly where I want you?" He whispered as he let the hero carry her out the window. Apparently he'd need something a little more convincing to get the kind of reaction he wanted from his obsession. He really wanted that scarf. He wanted Katsuki to make something...show Izuku that he was worth the effort. He had seen a teenager work for hours for her beloved. it was a connection between them, those feelings. He wanted Katsuki to prove he felt something more for him than lust...even though they would always be on different sides and one would kill the other eventually...that was an understanding he knew they had. Katsuki would never let anyone but Izuku kill him, and Izuku refused to let anyone but Katsuki have that honor...but at least they would have now. 

He would need to send a more strongly worded love letter, luckily he knew exactly where to find it. 

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Love, Maybe? {13}

Chris Evans X Reader OFC Vixen Giovanni

Warning: Plot, Cursing, Angst,

Word Count: 3.6K

Summary: After a night of drunkenness you wake up next to warm, hot as hell body, a migraine and no memory of the night before. When you come to realize that the hot body belongs to none other than Hollywood’s golden boy Chris Evans you freak out. As events unfold you become even more panicked to find out you got married in your drunken haze. What else is there to do but get it annulled, right? Before walking away, you share one more night of molten kisses and passion. 3 years later you are still living with the repercussions of your brash decisions, but the surprises don’t stop there. The past has a way of coming back and have you questioning is this fate that you’ve been running from, hell could it have been love, maybe?

Note: Italic texts is an inner Vixen thought. Bold Italic texts is an inner Chris thought.

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Chapter 13: Lucy You Got Some ‘Splainin To Do

 -Vixen-

   The hotel suite was dark and quiet; the only sound that could be heard was the soft moans Ella made as she slept. She was exhausted, and it showed in her behavior. You had to deal with hours of tantrums, screaming, shouting and food throwing until she’d tuckered herself out and passed out after her bath. A bath that left you drenched because she kept slapping her hands in the water, creating mini tsunamis all aimed at you. She wasn’t even two yet, and you were getting an excellent taste of your future. Now you sat in the second bedroom on the bed. In front of you was a massive set up of empty ice cream bowls and tens of possible toppings along with several bottles of bourbon.

    “So, let me get this straight,” Nexus began before she paused for a few long moments. She took a deep breath and started again. “Almost three years ago we went to Vegas for Kami’s birthday; you disappeared for two days there. We all thought you were so drunk you couldn’t find your ass. Turns out not; instead you’d gotten married to Chris Evans, thee Chris Evans. Then before you can say Mrs. Evans, you get divorced, fuck him one more time just for fuck's sake, come home not breathe a word of it and then have Ella and keep this all a secret?”

    You let her cliffs notes sink in. This was the first time you’d ever actually thought about it from a storytelling point of view. This story was bat shit crazy and incredibly unbelievable. You had nothing to say now though, because it was your reality. This was your life. You bit your bottom lip and nodded your head.

    “Uh-huh.”

    “Holy—Shit, Vixen! Holy fucking, what the fuck, shit!”

    You pinched your lips and waited until she was finished. This was a normal reaction you assumed. It had to be right? Your sister finds out you secretly married a celebrity who you then divorced. You then had said celebrity’s secret baby.

  “Really, Vix? Oh my god. What the hell!”

    “I know, I know, I know; I fucked up. I shouldn’t have disappeared that night,” you began before Nexus cut you off.

    “What? Who gives a shit that you disappeared? You lied to me for damn near three years Vix! We don’t lie to each other. We’ve always told each other everything.”

  She was right, and you felt like a world-class asshole. You’d always felt guilty about it.

    “I know Nex, and I’m sorry. Really I am. I signed this NDA, and I couldn’t talk about it and--,”

    “Wait, like an actual NDA. Something mistresses have to sign?”

    You rolled your eyes.

    “Come on Vix, was I really going to run to the tabloids and sell your story? I’m your sister. That excuse is bullshit!”

    You took a deep breath and sighed out. It partially was.

    “I couldn’t tell anyone, Nex. I was so embarrassed. I couldn’t breathe a word of this to mom or dad. If they would have found out I married someone without them there then got divorced they would both die of a heart attack on sight. I couldn’t.”

    “Wait, Ella. Oh my god.”

   Her eyes were wide with shock as it all finally sunk in.

    “Vixen. Is he Ella’s father?”

    Again, you sighed. With her answer, Nexus leaned back against the headboard and stared out just as stunned as you were.

    “I mean I knew it was some white guy, I mean she has blue eyes and damn near blondish hair, and she is much lighter, I figured that was the reason why you hadn’t told me who her father was because you were embarrassed he was white but this—this takes the cake, Vix. Chris Evans?!”

    “I know. It’s a lot to take in.”

    “I totally understand her name now. Kristella. We all wondered where the hell you got that from.”

    You snorted and shook your head.

    “It just fit. Once I saw her, it was the only name that fit her,” you defended.

    “So, he doesn’t know he has a daughter running around.”

    It was not a question. She knew you down to the science; she knew he didn’t know. No doubt she didn’t approve. Your mind went back to just a few hours ago. Magazines, TV, and memories didn’t do him justice. The years had been very kind to him. He looked taller, his shoulders looked more defined and broader, his hair longer and redder, and his beard was much more filled in. He looked so damn good, so masculine, so damn daddyish. You closed your eyes and ran through the encounter again. You almost laughed out loud because you hadn’t been in LA for a month and one of your biggest fears had played out.

    “Wow Vix, this is insane.”

    “I know.”

    The two of you sat quietly for a few minutes longer. Nexus trying to absorb all the information you’d just laid on her and you just obsessing over how damn hot he was and how much your lady parts must have missed him to come alive during the most terrifying moment of your life—next to when you found out you were pregnant.

    “What’re you gonna do?”

    You snorted because it was a ridiculous question. What did she think you were gonna do? What were your options here? You let a rush of air escape your mouth as you shrugged.

    “I mean you have to tell him, right? He has a right to know that Ella is his. Ella has a right to know her father. Right, Vix?”

    You didn’t dare speak; shit you couldn’t even think. This was a lot. Your entire world that you’d built—carefully built for the last near three years had crumbled in seconds, and you watched as it did. You needed a second. You gripped your head and closed your eyes.

    “Nex, I need a minute. I just need quiet!”

    The silence that filled the room next was deafening. You quickly got up and hurried to the bathroom where you paced the marble floor back and forth and again and again until you were dizzy. Then you sat on the sink and clutched your legs to you as your head spun round and round making you even dizzier. You couldn’t think you could barely breathe. You found yourself hyperventilating. You knew it was a panic attack, and that made you panic even more. You hadn’t had a panic attack since finding out you were pregnant with Ella. The door to the bathroom opened and in came Nexus.

    “Slow breathes, deep slow and shallow breathes you remember like Lamaze. Breathe with me.”

    She began the pattern of breathing you’d done during Lamaze classes and through your labor, and you slowly followed. The first few minutes were torture because as you fought against the panic, it rose even more. The more your mind flashed on Chris’ face and then the tiny near replica of Ella’s it never faded.

    “You’re thinking too much. Clear your mind, Vix, think of nothing. An open field, flowers, look at the flowers Vix.”

    You looked at her and glared. It as an inside joke between the two of you ever since you’d watched the episode of The Walking Dead where the character Carol told the little girl Lizzie who’d just gotten bit by a zombie to look at the flowers so she wouldn’t see as Carol shot her in the head. The two of you were horrified by the scene but strangely couldn’t stop laughing after it. You were not laughing now.

    “Okay, too soon for a laugh maybe,” Nexus added. You rolled your eyes and continued trying to find your center. You learned that most people went their entire lives with panic attacks, and it wasn’t something you outgrew. You were over it.

    After almost ten minutes, your breathing returned to somewhat normal and your thoughts were less erratic. Nexus turned off the water in the tub and turned to you.

    “You need a bath; it’ll help. Come on.”

   She helped you down off the sink and then walked out the door as you stripped and climbed in the steaming hot water. You sighed, closed your eyes, and sunk deeper into the water. A few moments later, you heard Nexus’ footsteps.

    “Just what the doctor ordered, a stiff drink.”

    You looked and saw she held the bottle of rum out to you. You smiled, seeing the brand of the most potent rum you’d ever had in your life. You took it and quickly took a few gulps. It burned like a son of a bitch, but you didn’t care.

    “Yeah, you get some alone time with Wray & Nephew, and I’ll be the sober adult in case Ella wakes up. Take your time.”

    That was the last thing you heard before you drowned your sorrows and any coherent thoughts.

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-Chris-

   “She’s in LA. She’s in LA. She. Is. In. LA!”

    He’d barely moved from the makeup chair since “cut” was called for the day. He couldn’t think and move at the same time, so he just sat there and thought about everything. Not only events from the last few hours but years ago. He was so useless after seeing her that when he went back to filming, he forgot or flubbed most his lines, dropped or fumbled props necessary to the scene or flat out zoned out. It was a mess; he was a mess. The director had no choice but to call cut early.

   “What the hell is wrong with you?”

    He shook his head and looked to see Anthony standing there with his arms crossed, waiting for an answer. He took a deep breath in and stood.

    “Nothing. Let’s get out of here.”

   He walked past him and led the way through the set to the parking area. As he approached his car, he patted himself down, looking for his keys. When he couldn’t find them, he groaned and dropped his head back.

    “Missing something?”

    Anthony shook his head and nudged it signaling him to come.

    “I got you. Come on.”

    He walked to the passenger side of Anthony’s fancy McLaren. Anthony revved the engine with a broad smile spread across his face. Once he got inside the car, Anthony sped off not caring about any speed limit. They drove in silence, and Chris was grateful for it. Silence meant he could think and put into some sense what was happening. He never expected to see you again. He hoped he would, but never expected. His mind jumped to the night in the restaurant when he swore he saw you based off a tattoo; he began to think that it was really you. He’d thought time and time again what he would say if he did see you again, and each time he thought about it; his selections were different. Once it was a cool “hey.” Another time it was a cocky “Couldn’t stay away, huh,” several times it was no words at all and just stripping you right then and there, and more times than not it was silence pretty similar to earlier.

   “At least I said her name.”

    Before he knew it, Anthony turned off the engine in front of his house. He sighed out and rubbed his forehead, not sensing Anthony’s eyes on him. He could feel the headache pounding away behind his eyes and knew he wouldn’t be getting any sleep that night. He groaned loudly and dropped his head back.

    “I was going to give this to you as a birthday gift, but it looks like you need it now. So, let’s take it inside, crack it open, and by the time you pour your third glass, you spill what’s got you so stressed,” Anthony proposed.

    He sighed again but didn’t protest. He needed a drink.

Once they got inside, they got comfortable on one of the couches in front of the cliff at the back of his house. The view was the selling point, and he was grateful for it on nights his thoughts got the better of him. He quickly downed one glass dark whiskey and then a second just as quickly. He slowly nursed the third, but Anthony didn’t pressure him to speak. He didn’t know why he’d never told him; he was by far closest to him and Seb than any others in this town but he’d kept this part secret. He felt the vibration of his phone in his pocket and took it out to see Lita’s name across the screen. He groaned again and gulped down the rest of the whiskey then poured another.

    “Slow down you’ll regret it tomorrow,” Anthony cautioned.

    “Shit after what I’ve been through I should know better than to touch alcohol ever again.”

    “What does that mean?”

    He rubbed his face and then raked his fingers through his hair, leaving it messier than it was.  He tried to find the words for several minutes but realized there was no easy way to say it or any gentle way to break it. He snorted and laughed loudly. Anthony looked at him as if he’d lost his mind and he might have finally lost it.

    “Is this a white people thing? Y’all laugh out the blue at random shit in your head? If so that’s called schizophrenia.”

   He laughed harder and keeled over, trying to catch his breath. Finally, he stopped and took another breath.

   “Three years ago in Vegas when we went, remember?”

    Anthony nodded.

    “Well three years ago I met a woman in the casino, got drunker than I’ve ever been in my entire life and married her; then had the best sex I’ve ever had in my life to come to LA and get Sherman started on a divorce, then we had that same incredible sex again here before she disappeared with the night.” He snorted again and began laughing. “Earlier that woman—.” He couldn’t stop laughing; the humor of this finally hit him. “That woman was the woman I married in Vegas and then divorced,” he finished.

    Anthony sprang to his feet.

    “What the fuck! You lyin’!”

    Chris laughed louder.

   “Naw, you lying. What! There’s no way.”

    “I swear, hand to God.”

    Anthony stood there, gaping at him. He was shocked of course. If Anthony were the one telling him this now, he would be surprised.

    “Wow, wow, wow. Man that’s—wow!”

    He nodded and downed his fourth glass of whiskey. As he reached for the bottle again, Anthony beat him to it and poured himself another.

   “Three years ago? Man, you stayed quiet. You didn’t speak a word about this.”

   “I know. I couldn’t believe I’d been so reckless, so stupid, so---,”

   “So unpredictable. Well damn, Chris! You who plans almost everything, you who have always had a plan and a list of the woman he wants, you who does not commit, you! You!”

 He narrowed his eyes at Anthony getting the undertone of his words.

    “I mean; I mean no disrespect, but damn this is a fucking shock.”

   “I know.”

    Anthony paced in front of him as he thought about everything he’d just heard. Chris sat there with his hands steepled under his bearded chin, and he also thought about things.

    “Wait, wait. Rewind go all the way back. You said the best sex? Really? Ever?”

    “Ever man. Ev-er!” He enunciated to get his point across.

    “You mean ever three years ago right, not ever three years after.”

   “I mean ever in my life.”

   Anthony looked confused.

    “What did she do? Don’t tell me. Wow. I’m still trying to wrap my head around you having a quickie Vegas wedding with a random woman. I mean did she have anything on the list?”

    He nodded slowly. Anthony’s eyes bugged.

    “What! What did she have besides the beauty? She is gorgeous!”

    “She is. She was then, and she’s even more now.”

   He felt a tug of something he couldn’t place, but it felt similar to what he imagined regret felt like.

    “She was funny, kind, honest, down to earth, smart, spontaneous--,”

    “Spontaneous? That wasn’t on the list before,” Anthony interrupted.

    “Shit it’s on it now.”

   “Wow, and you divorced her? Why?”

    It was time for him to look at Anthony like he’d grown two heads. He couldn’t be serious.

    “You’re not serious.”

    “Of course, I’m serious. If I met a woman who was all of that which is just the tip of the iceberg I’m assuming and gave me the best sex of my life I would not be so quick to change my situation. I would have stretched it a little, saw where things led.”

    He had thought about it. When they were sitting in Sherman’s office discussing the divorce, he first thought it when she spoke up that she didn’t want any of his money or compensation for her time. He’d thought of it again at dinner watching her eat her tacos without caring what he thought or if she was cute. Then he thought about it again when he’d rolled on her in his bed and looked down into her beautiful eyes. He had thought about it.

    “I wasn’t at the right time in my life. Do you remember me three years ago? I couldn’t spell monogamy or commitment, especially with everything in my career. It would have never worked,” he said.

    “Or is that what you tell yourself?”

    He scoffed and poured another drink.

    “Okay, okay so let’s go through this like the thirty-seven-year-old adult you are. Look at this with those eyes,” Anthony suggested. He groaned because he didn’t want to. He’d avoided looking at things with his eyes.

    “Ah, you don’t want to. You’re scared.”

    “Scared? No, I am not scared. I’m a grown man; I am not scared.”

    Anthony scoffed and shook his head.

    “Damn liar! Is she the reason why you’ve literally been passing on every woman I, Scarlett, or Seb set you up with? Is she the reason you have this list? Did you create this list with all of her attributes? Are you looking for her in every woman you’ve met since?”

   Damn. This was the reason he didn’t tell him shit. Anthony was good at seeing through people and situations, he was like a damn private investigator and always got down to the bottom of things. Always. He didn’t want him getting to the bottom of his things because that meant he would have to do some serious introspection. He stood up and walked to the edge of the cliff and took a deep breath. He stared out over LA but saw none of it. He was too lost in his head.

    “She’s in LA.”

    He didn’t know how long he stood there, but he felt Anthony’s hand on his shoulder. He sighed before he spoke again.

    “Did you want to see her again?”

    “I’ve thought about her a lot. In the last few weeks, I’d started wondering more and more about her.”

    “So you want to see her again?”

    “Isn’t that weird?”

    “No. She’s your ex-wife.”

   Anthony laughed and bent over to continue laughing. Chris nodded and laughed along with him.

    “Man, I thought the day I found out you got married would be the day you got married.”

    “I know.”

    “Yo mama gonna kill you!”

    Chris snapped his head to look at his friend with a serious and terrified expression on his face.

    “Don’t you dare breathe a word.”

    Anthony zipped his lips and smiled.

    “Okay time for the Mackie Advice of the day. Ready for it?”

    He sighed and prepared for what he knew he was going to say.

    “Go ahead.”

    “Eh-em. Okay.  Go find that woman, you know her name, you know she’s in LA, use your power and find that woman.”

   He didn’t say anymore, and Chris looked to him surprised that was the end of it.

    “That’s it?”

    “What was that, more you say? Okay. Find her, tell her you fucked up three years ago. Tell her you’ve been celibate because of her and then marry her again.”

    He rolled his eyes and walked back inside the house, ensuring to grab the bottle of whiskey.

    “I don’t know why we’re friends,” he said.

    “Come on, Chris, what? I didn’t say anything wrong. I didn’t say anything you probably haven’t already thought and anything that’s not true.”

    “I have not been celibate.”

    “Really?”

    Anthony gave him a look that looked similar to those memes he’d seen of Thor with his face scrunched up. He rolled his eyes.

    “For the first almost year or so after Vegas yeah you were a real man whore, you got around but discreetly. Then after that, you became harder to get into than the MET GALA unless you had that plate fee,” Anthony pointed out.

   “I grew and learned and became selective.”

    “Of course, nothing wrong with it, but it’s still true.”

   He shook his head because while it wasn’t entirely accurate, it was close.

   “I’m gonna get up outta here but think about what I said,” Anthony said as he walked to the door.

    “Thanks for the whiskey.”

    “Don’t finish it all tonight, she looks like she likes whiskey,” Anthony said before he walked out the front door.

   Alone at last Chris looked around his home and he could literally see your ghost floating around mirroring your movements and path from your last night together. He’d followed your ghost around more times than he cared to admit. Tonight, he decided to follow it once more. He walked toward his bedroom behind the cloudy floating image of you. Once inside, he sat in the corner in the chair and watched the movie of the two of you play out again as he sipped the whiskey. He paid close attention to every touch, every kiss, every moan and paused on your smile and the last moment before you disappeared.

    He did have regrets, and he wondered if you did too.

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[stanbillyhargrove]

Ghosts Prologue

Billy Hargrove x Katrina

A/N: as with my previous fic, this is a multi chapter story that will contain smut, angst, death and substance abuse. Be aware.

She was six years old the first time. The first time she met a new friend and tried to bring them home to meet her mom only to be scolded for wasting time with imaginary friends. Her bright green eyes were dewy when she walked away, her friend silently walking beside her.

"You're not imaginary, are you?" She asked the woman beside her.

The woman smiled down at her, her voice was wispy, like the wind, "they don't understand. You're special, Katrina."

A light pink dusting rose on her cheeks as she smiled, "will you teach me how to braid my hair like you?"

The woman smiled brightly, ran a hand over her blonde braid, "of course my dear."

With the patience only a loving mother could have, she sat with Katrina and showed her how to weave her hair into a perfect braid and whispered, "I always wanted a little girl."

--

When Katrina was eight she met a boy at school. He had no hair, was thin and sickly, his face hollow. When she insisted to her teacher that there was a boy hiding behind her desk she got sent to the principal's office for disrupting the class. There was a meeting with her parents and a counselor about her imaginary friends. Katrina had cried and swore that the boy was real and that's when the endless line of doctors started. Bored old men who shoved pills at her, told her she was crazy, broken and called her friends hallucinations.

The blonde woman's blue eyes burned with tears, "I'm real, Katrina. They're trying to take you away from me. Please don't leave me."

Her parents forced the pills into her and told her to be good for once when she cried about it.

--

When Katrina was ten the doctors thought they had fixed her, she didn't talk to imaginary people anymore. The blonde woman wasn't holding her hand as she walked beside her anymore, wasn't patiently teaching her how to do her hair. There were other people missing too, the little boy that liked to wander the playground with her and the old man who sat out in the garden admiring the flowers and other people Katrina saw every day but had never talked to. She felt their absence like a hole in her chest. Except at night, then they were all there in her dreams, smiling and laughing and happy to have her back. The blonde woman would wrap Katrina in her arms and squeeze her tight and hold her hand as they talked and she would cry when it was time for Katrina to leave, would plead for her to stay.

"Please, Katrina. Stay with me, I always wanted a little girl."

But every morning her parents shoved the pills into her, told her if she didn't take them she'd be sent away. That her friends weren't real and she needed to realize that, grow up.

--

Katrina was fifteen she had mostly forgotten about her imaginary friends. They were just part of her dreams now, she didn't think anything of it anymore. One night she was pulled from her dreams and dropped back into her bed. Her eyes were open but she couldn't move, her limbs felt like they were full of cement. A looming presence made her start to panic, her heart racing as she tried to move, scream, anything. A man appeared in her line of sight, all shrouded in darkness. Her lungs were ready to explode with a scream that wouldn't come out when he got closer. His face was gnarled, skin ripped away and twisted into a bloody mess. He moved in a jerking, twisting motion, limbs at odd angles like most of his bones had been broken. He loomed over her, so close she could see her reflection off his black eyes and drug one crooked, pointed finger down her cheek. Katrina felt like her heart was about to explode, like she was going to die from the pressure in her chest from the scream that wouldn't come out. His mouth opened, thick, black blood pouring down his chin with a gurgling, choking sound. She woke up screaming, limbs flailing wildly and drenched in a layer of sweat. When her parents came running they said it was a nightmare, totally normal but to tell the doctors if she started getting them a lot. Explained away the scratch down her cheek by saying she probably did it during her sleep. But Kristina never found the courage to tell anyone that now when she touched someone images and memories popped into her head that weren't her own.

There were a few beings like him, horrible, twisted things who made her feel like she was dying and left red scratches or purples bruises when they touched her. The doctors told her it was sleep paralysis, that she hurt herself waking up and that it was okay. The marks she could live with, they went away after a few days, it was the flash of memories in her head that scared her more. The choking smell of burning flesh or the feeling of lungs filling with water, the white hot agony of twisted bones or the slow burn that spread from gaping wounds, the sound of screeching metal and bright lights. She saw so many different things from their touch but they all had one thing in common, an all consuming rage.

--

By eighteen, Katrina had forgotten about her invisible friends from childhood. They were just figures in her dreams now. She still got sleep paralysis and would still wake up with scratches and bruises but it was just a weird quirk she thought. After graduation, Katrina fell in love with another girl, named Elle. Elle had grown up in the south, had sun streaked hair, lightly tanned skin and a slight twang to her voice that made Katrina swoon. But when she brought Elle home to meet her parent's they couldn't control themselves.

"Are you kidding me? I won't have it," her mother had spat, "you're an embarrassment."

"A fucking queer," her father growled, "I'm not having a fucking queer for a daughter."

Katrina was cut off, disgraced and treated like she didn't exist to her parents anymore and so she moved in with Elle. Elle was loving and gracious and was always there for Katrina. She loved taking Katrina away from the day to day, whether that be climbing a mountain or creating date nights in their apartment, Elle was always finding ways to brighten Katrina's life.

Katrina didn't usually see bad things when Elle touched her, Elle was too happy to be consumed by bad feelings. Instead she felt the warmth of the sun on her face, saw them walking through a forest, glimpses of Katrina's smile and tasted sweet tea on her tongue. Elle's happiness was infectious, seeping into Katrina's head with every touch.

--

It was October and Katrina and Elle were twenty three and planning a wedding when Katrina had a dream about Elle. Katrina was used to the crushing fear that accompanied sleep paralysis but Elle had never been in the dreams. This time, Katrina was watching as the twisted man from her nightmares lurched towards Elle, blood running in rivers down his body. Katrina tried desperately to move, to scream, to somehow alert Elle, but of course nothing worked. She watched in horror as the man inched closer to Elle's sleeping body. When he was right next to her he looked over at Katrina with black eyes and twitched his mouth in what she thought was a grin. Katrina's mind was screaming as she watched his mouth open to let black blood pour down his chin and onto Elle's chest, then he reached out and tapped the centre of her chest with his pointed finger, once, twice. Elle's body twitched as her eyes and mouth opened and a scream echoed in Katrina's ears, the same black blood now pouring from Elle's lips in thick rivers.

Katrina was waiting for Elle at home two days later when she saw a smoky figure appear out of the corner. The room filled with the smell of old books and the feeling of crackling energy, like before a lightning strike. The figure swirled and billowed, tendrils of smoke curling off it as it moved through their apartment. Katrina stared in shock as it moved through their apartment and disappeared through the front door. She thought back to the morning, trying to remember if she had taken her pills. She had, she always took them first thing.

An hour later Katrina got a call from the hospital, there was an accident. Elle was dead when Katrina arrived, she'd had a brain hemorrhage while driving. Other than being sickly pale and frozen, Elle looked fine, the only mark on her was a black bruise in the centre of her chest. When she touched Elle's hand, she felt nothing, just a terrifying darkness that spread and threatened to consume her.

Katrina stopped taking her pills after Elle died, she couldn't get herself out of bed long enough to get the refills. She started seeing people again, the blonde woman and the little boy, they stood by her bed and tried to comfort her. Being crazy was manageable, she thought, better than lonely.

Katrina had been alone in their house for months and when there were only two months left on the lease of their house she saw Elle for the first time. She was lying in bed and rolled over to search for the TV remote and instead saw Elle lying next to her.

"Elle? Am I dreaming?"

Elle's face split into a warm smile, "wide awake, my love."

"B-but...you're...no that's not true, you can't be," Katrina sputtered, backing away.

"Aren't you happy to see me?"

"No..no, I must be dreaming.."

Elle reached forward, ran a cold hand up Katrina's arm, "don't you love me?"

Katrina's eyes swelled with tears when she felt the sun that usually came with Elle's memories. It wasn't right, it was muted like there was something blocking the feeling.

"I can't...you're gone, Ellie."

The smell of Elle's perfume wafted through the air, light and citrusy, it made Katrina's chest hurt.

"But I'm right here, Katie. I missed you."

Tears slid down Katrina's face as she slid off the bed, whispering, "no, Ellie, this isn't real. You're not real, please. Please, go away."

She closed her eyes tight and when she looked back at the bed, Elle was gone. Katrina saw her a couple more times before she decided to move out a few weeks later.

[highpriestofpalkism]

Darkness between Two Worlds -

Prologue

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"Darkness between Two Worlds: A king isn't enough, we need a god. Cover by: Paolo Bagnato, Made by: Arceus92 (me)"

Rick was looking particularly worried at the computer monitor. There were some rather notable anomalies regarding Titanus Gojira's journey into the North Atlantic Ocean, a few hundred kilometers from their outpost at Castle Bravo, in Bermuda, and he could not understand their nature. Godzilla had been reported in the same place for the past five minutes, and was frantically stirring in the water: his signal dot continued to shake, while the patches of colour around him, which indicated the radioactivity of the area, only became more vivid every second.

«What the fuck does that mean there is a higher level of radiation? And to say that until recently he was swimming calmly! He is moving as fast as he can! I think he is...»

«Rick! You have to calm down, I don't think it's something dangerous...maybe he's taking a tunnel to Hollow Earth...?», Chen replied, starting a list of possible rational solutions to that unusual problem.

«And since when does he become more radioactive if it moves? It only happens when he fires a nuclear beams or is under particular stress... »

«Consider that there is a very strong force five hurricane going near his location, he may have used it to clear the fog or dispel the clouds.»

«But why stand still on the spot wagging your tail? It looks like he's struggling with nothing!»

«It is impossible that he is fighting! There is no known titan nearby, and I don't think he would use atomic rays for simple preys...»

«Whatever. I'm not understanding anything!»

«What do you mean Godzilla is emitting more radiation?!»

Mark intruded into the discussion inside that small computer room: the events of 2019 had shaken him a lot, and, despite having managed to recognize the role of Godzilla within the ecosystem, he had become slightly paranoid after them, and when the titan began to make strange or unusual movements, he immediately panicked.

«Oh well, the hysterical has come...»

«I'm not hysterical! I just want to prevent that...thing from causing other problems!»

«You have to blame the yellow dragon and that ecoterrorist if the other half of the family almost died.»

«...»

Doctor Russel clenched his fists with bitterness.

«Come on, Rick, don't provoke him like this! We have far more important things to deal with.»

«Well, you're not wrong, but this one goes crazy as soon as Goji breathes!»

«"This one"?»

«Rick!»

«Okay okay...»

«Let me see.» Mark moved the chair Rick was sitting on to see the monitor. There was the dot that indicated Godzilla, the radiation around it, and the huge storm marked in yellow that was raging around him.

«Well...apparently that Gonorrhea resurrected»

«You like Sam's expression, huh, Mark?»

«For what he did, a nickname like that deserves it, don't you think?»

«It doesn't seem appropriate to me, actually...», said Dr. Chen, once she got up and moved closer to the two, to better observe the movements of the titan who had already saved the world twice.

«We're just kidding, Ilene!», Mark replied, «Three storms of a death song, the One who is Many, Gonorrhea...all synonyms-»

«Look here!»

The doctor pointed to the screen to signal a sudden movement of Godzilla, who had started moving again with energy after that sudden arrest of a short while ago. Apparently, the furious hurricane seemed to follow him, as the levels of radioactivity rose dramatically. They were proceeding to the outpost. Everyone in the room sweated cold. «I-it can't be...», Mark stammered.

«Ah, shit, here we go again...» «Ghidorah can't be seriously alive!» «Evidently Godzilla forgot a few pieces of Ichi on the street...», Dr. Stanton tried to play down, failing miserably.

«It generates storms in which it hides, it has been fighting with Godzilla for at least ten minutes, it increases the radiation levels...it's obviously him!» «Here I have to correct you, Mark.», replied the doctor. She was rather skeptical about any return of Ghidorah, which seemed impossible given her obvious death in the Battle of Boston. She wanted to find an explanation for that absurd riddle. «This unidentified entity does not emit any type of radiation, unlike the One who is Many or the King himself. We don't even know if it exists or not, if it was a coincidence that the hurricane followed Godzilla...»

«I propose to send a drone there, or even to go there to see what it is. It's all too strange...»

«With a force five hurricane that seems to get stronger with every passing second? No, thanks!», Mark exclaimed, rather agitated by the situation.

«Well, we have to somehow find a solution! All this could become dangerous if we do not intervene!» «Er...Doctor Chen ...»

Rick made a long line of concern mixed with discomfort and doubt, putting a finger on the screen and turning to Ilene.

«...He are approaching...»

«What?»

«The hurricane...is approaching...together with Godzilla...»

«Fantastic! Now let's die in here too!», Mark said desperately, putting a hand on his forehead, massaging it.

«The outpost is storm and hurricane-proof...we are in an area at risk, it is natural that this is the case, otherwise we would not have even built it!»

«Thanks for the story lesson, Dr. Chen, but as you said earlier, we have more important things to think about!»

Doctor Chen looked at Mark a little annoyed by his statements.

«Russel, maybe it's better if we go check it out...»

«We don't talk about i-»

The three jumped into air with fright, when the room was suddenly pervaded by a red light and assailed by a deafening din: it was the alarm. The hurricane was getting closer, and with him, a probably furious Godzilla.

«...Maybe it was better to be more careful with the monitor.» Rick complained sarcastically.

«Ah, everything goes perfectly as you said!»

«I never said that things are going perfectly, Russel...»

«Godzilla will kick our asses, he won't be as kind as he was two years ago!» «Oh, for God's sake, Mark, you're breaking-»

Dr. Stanton's voice was interrupted at the end by the sudden opening of the door of the room in which they were. It was Sam, pale, with immense fear in his face (as usual, I would say), as if a close relative had died, to bring bad news.

«Gentlemen...and madam, I believe you already know what I am going to tell you. G-Godzilla and a force five hurricane are approaching the base-»

«LYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS!»

A very high-pitched and bursting scream, which in a few decibels would have broken glass, seemed to pierce the air at full volume, penetrating the ears of the unfortunate listeners. A scream never heard before, which placed fear in the souls of all the present ones.

«W-what the fuck was that?!», Mark exclaimed with his mouth open. «Certainly not Godzilla.»

Dr. Chen imposed herself with her voice, almost reassuringly typical of her. She was the only one who seemed not to be worried about that screaming throat thrown by who knows what: it was curiosity that moved her soul.

«We must go and see. Put on a jacket and let's go upstairs. I am alredy convinced he is fighting.»

«Ehm ... do we have to go?»

«Come on, Sam! We certainly can't sit with our hands!»

«... Ilene is right.»

The mythographer turned her gaze to Mark, almost surprised by his statement; after all, they had been in conflict for a few minutes.

«Can't I stay here?»

«No, Rick, you can't stay here. You will come with us.»

«And-what about me, Dr. Russel?»

«You too, Sam. Put your coat on and let's go.»

Rick got up from his chair, sighing heavily, rather annoyed. He swore in his mind that if it was yet another planetary threat, he would have thrown himself into the ocean. They all did as ordered, some with his times, some with others, and went out, taking the elevator, with the huge head of FeM.U.T.O. which watched them silently from above, attached to the wall of the base, beheaded by Godzilla in the battle of San Francisco in 2014. They arrived upstairs, with the saline ocean water around and the rain that beat wildly and uncontrollably against their clothes and their faces, as well as against the entire structure, against which the waves caused by that immense storm also clashed. Everyone, apart from Sam, who remained in the rear just before them, looked out at the metallic railing facing the gigantic whirlwind, still far but more than visible. The sky was obscured by gray and black clouds, while the turret continued to play the alarm signal.

A beam of blue light came out of the waters, pushing them by force and piercing the sky.

«...Well, there was no doubt that Godzilla was there, I think?», said Mark, in a mixture of fear, sarcasm and surprise.

«That was obvious...but I don't think he became a psychopath, you know! He must be fighting something!»

«Yes, Rick, but what?», Ilene asked rhetorically.

«We'll see-»

Everyone covered their ears again. That majestic and unknown cry, recognized as a battle by now, was issued again: the King of the Monsters came out of the waters violently with something white between the claws. It seemed to have fingers, and as the whole body emerged, thanks to the just dragged back covered with blue scales, it was understood that this was actually a wing. The colossal figure of Godzilla, almost entirely out of the sea by that time, answered the cry of struggle, more than supremely:

«SKREEEEEEOOOOOOOOOONGK!»

Everyone looked with open mouth, more or less terrified, at the titan and that unknown being who moved and rebelled against his grasp, still more than half submerged in the waves.

«What ... what the fuck is that?!»

Rick screamed, to say the least in amazement.

«I-it doesn't look like any of the titans we've identified so far!», Sam allowed himself to scream in the, who had now positioned himself with them on the fence.

Doctor Russel thought, and in this he was not even wrong: «{I have a bad feeling about all this ...}»

-Notes-

I'm not a native English speaker, so forgive me if you find mistakes!

[ravenbloodau]

The Damned Mission

She had seen the first mission fail. She was there with the rookies on that ship, and had watched her teammates die.

Now it was time to try again. The AI drone had already saved a good few of the team, carrying the smaller ones off to safety and to regroup.

She and her team now had to perform. The moved cautiously and quietly throughout the halls of the complex, taking out guards like silent assassins when they found the new headquarters.

Or, what they had been told where the new headquarters of the operation. The holes in the walls were the first clue that something was off, and instantly she recalled what had happen not two years ago.

"EVERYBODY OUT!" Too late, the arrows flew and embedded themselves into their targets, and her teammates fell onto the floor. She felt a couple of arrows lodge into her backside just before blacking out herself..

In her mind, at this point, they had already failed.

She woke to a screen and people typing rapidly. Pain seared her backside as she watched the messages.

"We can't talk about this out loud."

"We all know that! Yo, boss, you're up!"

"Yea, I'm up," She typed rapidly, "Remember to CLOSE OUT THIS TAB OR CLOSE THESE LAPTOPS, they don't know we can do this, and this is where we failed last time."

"Hello spies," a man crept up behind her, gently closing the laptop and meeting her face to face, "Like the veiw?"

"I'm a little disappointed," She laughed at him, "I was hoping to be closer to the window."

"Ah, unfortunately you woke up last, so you have your spot," He came right back with a playful sneer.

The pain and pressure mounted as if the arrows had been kept in her backside and she couldn't help but react to the sudden, loud, monstrous pang that hit her.

She rolled onto her side and grunted as it bloody well hurt, and the man blinked..

"Are- are you still in pain?" He was surprised by the development.

"Yea, think I got hit with an extra doseage," She snapped at him, "It's bad.."

"That's impossible unless you got hit with the- Who are you?" He bolted over, alarmed now. They didn't want to kill them, not after that first group. They had missed out on so much vital information that it *fucking stung*. Plus, it was such a waste to kill these beings.

"Fuck it," She muttered as she dropped her disguise. The Si'Nian from before, twisted in agony, "I'm *that* bitch."

He lifted her head into his lap, and was shaking, biting his hand as it registered..

"Shit, why didn't you tell us?" He mumbled as he called for medical, "You asshat, being raised by humans, why didn't you say something?"

"What?" She laughed as the pain started to drown out most anything else, "What are you talking about?"

The rest of her crew watched as tears started dripping. She was dying, she knew that, but how they had figured that out was unbeknownst to her.

"Fei'Kat, right?" He asked as he ripped off his mask. No..

No way.

It was Daniel.. *That* Daniel.. A Kirin known to spare his previous victims in new attacks if they got caught in the crossfire.

"Andreomda's a small place huh?" Fei'Kat mumbled as her vision got spotty, "Hi asshole."

"Oh lord, no no no, HURRY UP!" Daniel barked at his men, "Look, I'm so sorry, all of you. We never meant to kill that team, or to hurt yours. Killing's such a waste, if you had just given us a name we would have been able to give you what you needed."

A collective "what" crossed everyone's lips. He was willing to do *what?*

"WHAT THE FUCK DUDE?!" One of her teammates snapped, "YOU'RE SERIOUSLY TELLING US THAT YOU WOULD HAVE SPARED THE FUCKING BULLETS IF WE GAVE YOU A DAMN NAME?!"

"HEY!" Fei'Kat barked, her voice dropped off a cliff, signaling that it was getting worse, possibly because of the allergic reaction that she was having to the sedative, "Watch your mouth. This mission takes priority over your outrage."

She nearly nodded off after that, and Daniel was having a hard time keeping her awake as medical tried to keep down the inflammation.

"Sir you are *very* lucky not to have hit her neck, no wonder she's in so much pain," One of the doctors grumbled as they injected her with something, "If we had she'd be dead by now. Get her to Medbay, and her crew. Laying on this damn floor, not matter how clean it is, is stupid."

"Ooh relocation, sweet," A younger member of the crew muttered sarcastic as ever.

"I said shush, I may be dying but I'm still your commanding officer," Fei'Kat laughed it off as a stretcher was brought in.

The youngest of the team, Gaia, a hybrid between the Si'Nains and Kirins, had a strong emotional response to hearing that. *Intensely strong.*

She kept silent, but the color of the fur tufts around her tail flashed a deep blue. Sorrowful as the stretcher was taken away, carrying Fei'Kat away for treatment.

When they had left, she started crying, quietly. *Dying.* She knew what that felt like, how much it hurt, painful.

"Gaia?" Micheal, the one who's outrage had gotten Fei'Kat to bark at him to shut up, "You ok?"

Gaia shook her head, "I know how much it hurts, dying. To think that possibly.."

"Look, she'll be alright," Daniel started working to help the others to their feet as he administered the antidote, "She's in good care now."

"You talk big for having a torture chamber like this bub," Micheal moved to defend Gaia.

Ti'Dak moved toward the door, ready to bolt and help others bolt if things went wrong. Everyone was some level of dizzy, a blood rush to the body.

"If I wanted anyone here dead, as in actually wanted you dead, I would have you killed already," Daniel warned, a bit feircely, "Now, we'll take care of you, to the best of our ability, and open communications again with your sector."

It was the hardest "I'm sorry" Daniel could have mustered. He wasn't accustomed to apologizing much, but he was trying to get better.

"The people of Earth have been harassed by you, and now you wanna open up the sector?" Micheal scoffed, "Even as a human, I find that absolutely irrational. Like, what the fuck?"

Daniel's tail lowered as he gulped.

"I'm sorry, it's...complicated," Daniel mumbled as the other members of the team looked around to one another.

"Complicated? Sure, ok..." Micheal shook his head.

Gaia was humming to herself now, quietly fiddling with a familiar tune as they were escorted out and to respective quarters. No one dared ask for any changes, or about curfew.

In fact, no one even asked to see Fei'Kat, they just made their way over to the Medbay. Nobody stopped them now, it didn't matter.

Gaia was the first to test this, despite being incredibly vulnerable. She walked in and saw that Fei'Kat was still being treated for her allergic response.

"Fei?" Gaia asked and the doctors looked up. They nodded, inviting Gaia to step closer as they recognized her as a doctor too.

"Hm? Gaia?" Fei'Kat was barely aware of her situation.

"I'm here, Captain, it's alright. The crew's been given quarters, and I just thought I should come and visit. See what caused the reaction," Gaia was quiet and Fei'Kat nodded.

"Give her the report," Fei'Kat mumbled, "Turns out biology hates me."

Gaia read over the report and sighed.

"Ker'Tak be praised for helping invent these antidotes," Gaia muttered as she scrolled through the report. Her tail flicked up, annoyed, "Anaphylactic shock, as a reaction to residual, fucking bullshit! Who the friggen hell gave you your doctorates?"

Gaia let slip her not so tempered origins with that touch of berating.

"Chill, it's fine," Fei'Kat nodded to herself, "At least they're trying to help."

"Trying to and failing, *move over,*" Gaia got to work, shoving the Jin-Sekt out of her way. They grumbled and went to get the antidotes.

"Gaia," Fei'Kat was nodding off again, and this time she knew she wasn't going to wake up again, "Gaia, tell the crew.. The mission still.." She rasped as pain hit her throat like a bloody fury, "Still takes priority."

She swallowed hard as she tasted that familiar tang of blood. It hurt to stay awake, and Gaia paused for a minute.

"Tell them yourself, you gotta stay," Gaia was fighting off the need to sleep herself. The agent they had used hadn't worn off quite yet, but it was getting there.

Fei'Kat shook her head, tears starting to stain the sides of her face. She was seeing stars, and was terrified. *Stars help Gaia,* she thought as Gaia started working frantically, *She needs the temperance you showed my mentor.*

Micheal came into the Medbay, but stopped just short of the center room. His eyes went wide was he watch Gaia working. Her horns were glowing a throbbing purple and black. Greif and fear..

"Gaia?" Micheal approached cautiously as Gaia frantically worked.

"*Not now,*" Gaia never pushed anyone away like that. Not to Micheal's knowledge.

*It's gotta be pretty dire if she's pushing everyone out,* Micheal thought and that's when the pang hit. It was like a blazing knife had been dragged across his chest, he had to take a knee.

"Fei'Kat," He hissed through his teeth, "C'mon, you can beat this."

Gaia looked over. Her heart stopped dead in her chest. Micheal was Fei'Kat's...

*He's her lifeline,* Gaia ran up to Micheal, helped him up and led him over to Fei'Kat.

"Micheal?" Fei'Kat rasped, tearfully watching as Micheal started having a hard time, "Mikey?"

"Fei? It's that bad?" Micheal asked, breathless now, "C'mon, you can fight this."

Fei'Kat's vision blurred with tears as she watched Micheal suffering. She shook her head, crying hard now, unable to control the painful gasping.

"I can't!" Her cry was Gaia's cue. It was risky but she went through with her plan. Fei'Tak's eyes grew wide as a gutteral scream rose from her throat. Micheal's guy wrentched at the sight, seeing Fei'Kat in so much pain.

"Fei, Fei'Kat! FEI!" Micheal's voice rose above hers as her claws dug into the bed, "Fei, I'm right here!"

It got quiet rapidly after. The monitors beeped loudly as a sudden wave of calm hit the entire bay. Gaia was watching, waiting as Fei'Kat blinked.

Just like that, the agony had vanished. An otherworldly calm embraced her as Micheal suddenly found the strength to stand upright on his own.

"There..." Gaia sighed, "That should do it."

"How did you know that would work?" A Huamia inquired, in awe at Gaia's handiwork.

"I know my patients like the back of my hand," Gaia told them plainly, "Now, they need their rest, it's been an ordeal for everyone. Preferably you'd let them stay together."

"Yes ma'am," The other doctors in the room moved quickly to get the two into their own room so they could rest.

Gaia left the Medbay, tail flicking about as she opened the door to get assigned quarters.

One thing that Fei'Kat had right, was that someone was going to experience the worst pain in their life. Whether it was her or Micheal though, she couldn't tell.

Ti'Dak came into her room to find her absolutely wiped out. He sighed and left, knowing that maybe tomorrow she'd feel better. He had no idea that she just performed the riskiest operation known across Andromeda.

The Phoenix Operation, as the High Council called it. Performed successfully only once before, and even then they had every precaution in place.

Gaia couldn't care less if she died in her sleep because of the aftermath, she just needed to know that Fei'Kat and her Chosen were safe, and would recover.

It wasn't gonna end here, not for Gaia, she knew this going to sleep so soon after. She hadn't found her Chosen, yet.

And, after all this mess and the Galateans claiming that the stars had a mighty fate planned for her, she wasn't worried. Death would not prevail today, nor would it tomorrow.

She could sleep easy in knowing that. Everyone could sleep easy in knowing the mission had just completed itself. They had reunited the rebel forces with the High Council and had fair run of the entire station.

It was finally safe for their people to come *home*.

•End•

||Or is it?||

[galacticcannibalism]

Of Assassins and Hearts CH. 10

Chapter 10: Breaking News

beta-d by: @thinkwritexpress-official​ and @arrow-guy​

Summary: Time for Kylo to tell you the truth.

Rating: Explicit 18+ ONLY

Word count:2634

AO3 Link

Kylo Ren is an assassin. Kylo Ren is an assassin. Kylo Ren is an assassin.

The frilly underwear you held in your hand slipped from your numb fingers, your mind repeating the words over and over while Max’s voice in your head spoke soothingly to you. Your stomach lurched and you had to fight down the nausea that rose at the words.

That’s not the only secret he is hiding from you. His name Little Bird, what is his name? Max asked, his voice soft, almost concerned. 

“Kylo Ren,” you whispered aloud.

Your voice cracked with the words, leaving you feeling like your voice tried to stop you from uttering the lie.

Ben Solo, His name is Ben Solo. Now that I’ve revealed him, maybe it's time you come back to me, Little Bird,  he said, sweet and harmless.

Your ears rang as you wrenched yourself away from Max’s poisonous thoughts, but his words still rattled around in your skull like dice in a cup.

Assassin. Ben Solo. Assassin. Ben Solo. Kylo Ren. Kylo Ren. KYLO REN.

You sank to the floor, hands clamped over your ears, trying to stop the rattling, trying to see past the words Max had sprung on you. You squeezed your eyes shut and cleared your mind, blocking out Max and Kylo. You could feel them both in your head, a chafing presence. 

A hand on your arm pulled you out of the storm of thoughts and dual voices screaming in your head. You staggered to your feet, eyes still closed and voices still drowned out. The hand on your arm moved and pried your hands away from your ears, and you finally opened your eyes to find Kylo standing in front of you, his expression concerned. You jerked out of his hold and turned away from him. The tidal wave his hands held back threatened to overtake you again.

“Don’t touch me,” you spat at him.

“What’s wrong? What did I do?”

“According to Max, you’re a fucking liar!” you shouted.

“Listening to the nutcase that zip tied you to a chair is always a good idea,” Kylo said sarcastically.

“Who is Ben Solo?”

The words you whispered took immediate effect. Kylo’s face paled as he stepped back from you, stunned. You waited a few seconds before turning on your heel and leaving the store. The fact that he had no answer was proof enough that he had lied to you. You power-walked toward the road. Between the feelings of anger and sadness, your heart cracked as your mind went over every lie. Tears streamed down your face as you walked, partially blinding you to the Jeep pulling to a stop behind you.

“Y/N, get in the car,” Kylo shouted behind you.

You didn’t respond and chose to keep walking. 

I just need to get away from him.

“Please, Y/N,” Kylo pleaded from behind you.

“Leave her alone, dude, you’re dumped!” a man in a passing car yelled.

Y/N I’m sorry, Kylo said in your head.

Who is Ben Solo?

You stopped walking and turned to face Kylo. His head was tilted, making his hair fan across his face, hiding his expression from you. 

I’m Ben Solo.

“Why should I trust you?” you called to him.

You started back in his direction, determined to wring the truth from him. I can’t have another incident like I had with Max.

“I’ll tell you everything.”

“Everything? Like why you don’t go by your name kind of everything?” you asked.

“I will, I promise. Just get in the fucking car,” he growled at you.

You finished your walk to the Jeep and climbed in, waiting for him to start the conversation. He started the car up and took off down the road back onto the highway without a word. You watched the scenery flash by, mind drifting. 

What if he’s some kind of serial killer? What if I’m his target? Do I even know this man? If he doesn’t give me a satisfactory answer I’m gone at the next stop. 

Kylo glanced over at you before turning his eyes back to the road. You were sure he’d heard your thoughts, but he didn’t comment on them. You waited for a few more seconds for him to offer up the information.

“Before I explain, you have to understand some things are secret because they aren’t my secrets to tell,” Kylo started, his tone grave. “And I’m only going to go over this with you once because there are parts that not even I know.” 

You nodded, prepared to commit every word to memory.

“When I was a kid, I trained at my uncle’s dojo. My uncle, Luke, was a martial artist and a gunsmith. He wanted me to learn control and balance in my life. I lived with him and trained with him for years, learning different martial arts and my way around guns,” Kylo explained in a low voice.

“You asked me if I could shoot,” you pointed out.

“Yeah I did. I learned the beautiful calligraphy you write with too,” he said, casting a glance at your bright pink cast.

You pulled the sleeve of your shirt down to cover as much of it as you could suddenly embarrassed. 

“When I was 16, my uncle and I had a major falling out. I left and joined a gang, The Knights of Ren. I stayed with them for years, not realising how toxic they were. My dad pulled me out, but it cost him his life,” Kylo continued. “I was on the road with him one night. He was trying to talk me into going home to see my mother when his truck got ambushed. They killed him, and they killed me. They killed Ben Solo.”

You shuddered at what you heard. You could almost see it in your head, Kylo laying on a deserted road way with his body broken. You wanted to reach out to the broken man in your vision and cradle him, to reassure him everything would turn out alright. You looked at Kylo and the unshed tears in his eyes made your heart ache.

“What about Poe? Where was he during all of this,” you asked.

“You’ll have to ask him. It's not my secret to tell.”

“If you died...  how are you here?”

Kylo didn’t answer. Instead he concentrated on the road, humming again. You let him hum through Devil in Disguise before you started to get impatient.

“I woke up handcuffed to a hospital bed with feds standing over me, telling me that I was a suspect in a list of crimes that would land me six feet under if I was convicted. That list included murdering my father. They threatened me with jail time before leaving. What I didn’t know is that the Knights of Ren took exception to me leaving and decided to move illegal goods that The First Order wanted via my father’s truck,” Kylo explained. “The Knights of Ren are lenient, but the First Order is a leave-no-witnesses kind of group. ”

“You were supposed to die with him.”

The realization shook you to the core. Nothing could have prepared you for the revelation that the man who was supposed to be tied to you almost didn’t survive to form the bond.

I might have ended up Max’s Soulmate, you thought sourly.

“Nobody on the planet deserved to be tied to him,” Kylo said gruffly. “Sorry about earlier.”

You nodded absently and picked at the cast, resisting the urge to scratch at the growing itch.

“The doctors patched me up and released me. They told me I’d died on the table 3 times and they were surprised that I’d even survived. Before I made it 10 feet out of the hospital doors, the feds hauled me in, they were waiting for me to be released. First they threatened me, then they bargained. I didn’t have anything to give them, so I made them a deal; I’d take out the Knights of Ren and the First Order. But I’d need immunity for everything. Permanently. That included any jobs I took for them.”

You stopped picking at the cast and turned in your seat to look at him fully. Kylo’s expression had hardened while he told his story.

“I never killed innocents, only people that deserved it. Traffickers,untouchable, and murderers. People like that. I don’t just go on unchecked rampages. I have standards,” Kylo said, his tone harsh.

A few minutes passed in silence, broken only by Kylo taking deep, angry breaths. You wanted to say something but you didn’t want to interrupt if he had more to say.

“I killed them all. The Knights of Ren. That was the day Ben Solo completely died. He has a lovely gravestone, and he was buried with his father. I became Kylo Ren that day,” he narrated, his words starting to dip into a monotone.

“So, you really are an assassin?” you asked nervously. “What about your Mother and Poe, do they know?”

“They know and disapprove, but what can they do? The First Order needs to be stopped, or they’ll keep spreading.”

“Why me? Why did Armitage come after me?”

“I can only assume he came after you to weaken me. Nobody knows what effects the violent death of a soulmate can have,” Kylo answered.

You swallowed thickly. He wanted me to give up Kylo’s secrets and then he was going to kill me? 

“I’ll protect you, I swear. And I’ll stop them, and if Max has joined them, I’ll deal with him too,” Kylo promised fiercely.

“What were you going to tell me if I asked what your job was?

“Probably a police officer or something along those lines. Something safe.”

You didn’t ask any more questions as darkness fell and Kylo left you to mull over his words. Your heart sank the more you thought about everything he said and everything he hadn’t. He was an assassin, like Max said, but he hadn’t done anything overly threatening to you. 

“Wait, you said you pinned Armitage to my floor. Did you- I mean how? Why?”

“I pulled out a big ass knife and stabbed him through the chest with it, and pinned him to the floor. Not really rocket science,” Kylo answered with a shrug.

“How big was the knife?”

“The blade was about 14 inches.”

The amount of strength he’d need to do something like that is incredible. That is both extremely sexy and absolutely terrifying.

The words caught up with the rest of your brain.

“Wait, you left a man pinned to the floor of my apartment! Oh god I’m going to jail,” you groaned.

“He isn’t dead. Phasma can take his wounds from him. And they probably burnt down your apartment anyway.”

“And that is better how?” you asked, glaring at him.

Kylo shrugged and pulled off at the nearest exit and into a hotel parking lot.

“Why are we stopping? I thought we had a ways to go.”

“We do, I’m just tired. Get us a room and I’ll get us food,” Kylo directed.

You looked down at your clothes and back at him. 

You gestured at your sweat pants and said “Pockets.”

He dug into his own pocket and pulled out a cellphone and a credit card, pushing them to you. 

“My number is programmed in, text me which room it is.”

You climbed out of the Jeep and watched him speed out of the motel parking lot. You tapped the credit card thoughtfully against your chin while you pondered Kylo’s stunning revelations. You’d never heard anything so convoluted and twisted. If Max hadn’t already confirmed it in an attempt to get you away from Kylo, well, you’d never believe it. With that disheartening thought, you strode into the office of the motel.

After 10 minutes of haggling and a non refundable incidentals deposit that you were sure went into his pocket, you managed to get a double room. You glared at the man behind the desk and stalked out of the office, taking out the phone Kylo had handed you. You opened the contacts list, and true to his word, he was the only contact. You punched in a text message with the room number and pocketed the phone.

Where are you, Little Bird? I can come and take you away from him, Max’s voice spoke gleefully in your head.

Stay the fuck away from me, Max. I swear you’ll regret it if you don't, you snarled, sending every ounce of anger you felt through the connection.

You felt him flinch away from your thoughts, making you smile in satisfaction. Maybe the bastard finally felt an ounce of the pain he had caused.

Don’t worry, Little Bird. I’ll be there to save you, Max promised, his voice sounding far away and muffled.

While you walked, you pulled all the anger and pain you felt around you, using it to shield your mind. Max being in your head was a violation that couldn’t stand, no matter what the reason. 

No more, you thought grimly.

You made it to the room you’d texted to Kylo and unlocked the door; it surprised you that the hotel hadn’t switched to electronic keypads, but that wasn’t your business. You double-checked the door was locked then dropped the key with a clang on the little table by the door. Walking to the bed furthest from the door, it looked clean enough, so you kicked off your shoes and climbed in.

I’ll get up when Kylo needs to be let in.

You were pulled from sleep by a rhythmic sound, unidentifiable and soft. You looked to the empty bed across from you, noting with tired interest that Kylo wasn’t wasn’t there. You held your breath for a few seconds and angled your head to get a better feel for where the sound was coming from. When you determined it was coming from the bathroom, you climbed out of the bed and padded silently to the door. The sound of flesh-on-flesh followed by a sigh was unmistakable.

I should go back to bed, you told yourself. But what if it's some random person? That clerk was pretty sketchy.

You peered through the crack of the open door, resolved to scream bloody murder, but the sight in front of you froze the sound in your throat. Kylo was seated on the edge of the crummy bathtub, hunched over himself with his shirt clamped between his teeth, one arm braced on the side of the tub, the other moving rhythmically over his length. Your eyes strayed from his face, unable to keep yourself from watching his cock disappear in his fist. A bead of precum formed at the head and he spread it across the length of his cock with the palm of his hand, easing the friction as he thrust into his fist. The new sensation pulled another muffled whimper out of him that had your eyes shooting back to his face. He let his head fall back as he let out a low groan, and you sighed as the sound set you aflame. His motions halted at the sound, and he quietly called out your name, guilt heavy in the word. 

You backed away, slowly and soundlessly, retreating to your bed and climbing in, laying motionless. A few seconds passed before Kylo walked out of the bathroom and stopped at the end of the bed. He called your name again softly, as if he wanted your attention but was afraid to wake you. A few more seconds passed before he went back to the bathroom, shutting the door with a soft click. You rolled over and the scene played before your eyes over and over until you drifted back to sleep.

[tellywoodtrash]

Sanjivani - Week 6

Overall Plot

Holy shit, what a fucking week. Lots of interpersonal developments (read: dhamakas!) Shashank ousted Juhi all those years ago (on the request of Rahul) because he was in love with her?!?!? Shashank is also possibly Sid's father, or somehow personally associated with him?????? Rishabh's background is revealed too!!!!! Phew. I am dizzy.

The Medical Stuff

Not that much focus on the medical stuff this week. Neil's dad is quickly diagnosed with Legionnaire's disease and I assume cured (since we didn't see him after that, and Neil happily went along to Sid's for Ganpati.) There's an old friend of Shashank's whose wife had a nasty fall and is showing some pretty bad effects of concussion. Sid's injuries seem to be the priority right now.

The Acting

Dude. Sayantani, what a stellar actress. I could not take my eyes off her in the the scenes where she's at Juhi's house. Her eyes glittering with a strange sort of determination, almost like a suicide bomber, as she presses the button to detonate life as Shashank and Juhi know it. Fucking amazing. She blew (pun unintended!) even Mohnish outta the water, with her ice-cool, unperturbed performance, standing up to him so ably! Gurdeep too, had a nice couple of scenes, alternating between Juhi being disturbed at what she found out, as well as having to take charge of one crisis after the other, and she played it with such grace and poise. Surbhi had a more toned-down week (other than the scenes when Sid gets injured.) I particularly liked the apology scene and the scene where she's praying for Sid. I'm watching YPNTKH rn, and find Namit to be waaaay more polished in that than he is here? How did his dialogue delivery and acting regress a level or two, when he’s so damn steady there? Now I'm legit suspicious of the director(s) of this show, coz if they're not extracting the best out of their two leads, who have proven to be much better performers than they’re exhibiting in this show.... What are they even there for?  

The Characters

Sid: Watching YPNTKH has given me a new appreciation for Sanjivani!Sid (he's called Siddhant in that show too!) because he's a much better character here. He's a soft boi who isn't hyped up on ego and toxic masculinity, and I really really love and appreciate that. His admonishment of Ishani (during her apology) underscores his true character; he glossed over her poor behaviour towards him in public and even the fact that she slapped him, to focus on how she was ready to blow up her own career and throw it all away over a past she had nothing to do with. He's an excellent mentor who truly cares for his team and wants to make them the best doctors that they can be. Also, I'm so, so heartened to see how accommodating he is of Ishani's germophobia. Everyone else treats it as a quirk or inconvenience, but he truly takes it into consideration, asking for consent before coming in contact with her (at almost every instance they're close by - not just once for effect and done - I hope they maintain this aspect for good), or protecting her from unwanted contact from others. His crush on her is just so adorable - checking if she’s okay while he’s carrying her, remarking he’s glad that he didn’t punish her for her insubordination because he likes seeing her all soft and contrite; his bashful glee when she gives him a flower, the (mischievously) proud grin as he watches Ishani walk off to give Rishabh what he deserves; gently guiding her to where the best views of the Ganpati fest are, all the while shielding her from unwanted contact from strangers; semi-consciously dragging himself on top of her, to protect her from the gunde!!!!!! What a good, good bean he is. He's truly so beloved that seeing him brought in injured paralyses the whole hospital in shock, and they all unite in both dawa-and-dua ways to ensure he pulls through. Please show, I am fucking begging you; do not ever ruin this character by making him a typical Tellywood hero. Keep him soft and respectful and lovable forever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I deserve a male character like this after all the fuckery I’ve been through the years!

Ishani: Ishani finally comes around to seeing Sid for what he is. Even before she learns that he wasn’t the one to blame for the poster drama, she opens up about her emotional issues to him, perhaps the first person she's let in for over 20 years now. Not only him, we see she lets in his mom as well; letting her smear colours on her face, hug her, and feed her sweets from her hand, even asking for more. Really sweet and shows the willingness to make progress on her part, for people who really matter. We also see the side of Ishani that's fiercely protective of those she considers her own; lambasting Rishabh for trying to play with Asha's career, and taking on a whole group of rowdy men who were harassing her, but as per usual, her impulsive side creates more problems than she ever accounts for. Couple that with her tendency to self-blame to a destructive degree, and our girl has a lottttt of work to do, mentally. I really liked the scene where she's praying for Sid, and she says that Sid is her friend, he's everyone's friend here, and they all really need him in Sanjivani. That's all the emotional development that's appropriate for now; what the fuck is this sudden realization of "love" that's coming outta nowhere acc. to the promo for next week???? Please! It's too fucking early for love and all. Friendship, maybe a confusing infatuation of sorts because he’s been her saviour multiple times now, that's it. Not CAPITAL L waala LOVE and all. Also not a fan of how she was just paralyzed and clutching at Sid and weeping after he got injured, instead of doing something helpful. Like, it's hard to believe she's a good doctor when she reacts so emotionally in scenarios like these. I think her skills extend only to diagnosis and she should maybe focus on that, instead of the surgical part.

Asha & Aman: Asha's woes against the patriarchy continue. First with Rishabh threatening to derail her career by bringing her family into the picture, and then those random drunkards at Ganpati. She does pull together nicely though while Ishani is panicking tf out, and manages to insert a chest tube for Sid to alleviate the internal bleeding. I’m glad that she finally opened up to Ishani about why she’s so competitive and bullheaded at work, which in turn leads Ishani standing up for her against Rishabh. A solid girl!love bond growing there and I am thrilled! Aman toh... Lol, continues being Aman. He offers to beat Rishabh up for Asha, roams around the hospital like an errant 10 year old, just generally having a gala time, unlike the others who are there to focus on work. I really cannot read the vibe between these two; are they just really good bro-sis type friends, or is there a romantic undercurrent? I can't tell. Either way, they're good together, and I don't mind whichever way it develops.

Dialogue(s) of the Week:

Asha [when Ishani freaks out that she threw away the literal white flag she was carrying to make up with Sid]: Ab ke ho gaya???? Wapas se teri overacting; dekh, sahi dustbin mein daala hai (iss baar.)

Aman [literally rolling into the scene on a razor scooter, seeing the yellow rose that Asha suggests Ishani give Sid]: Chee, chee, chee chee; itni gareebi aa gayi, ki yo peela phool dene laage tum log? Arre, manne bol diya hota, english waala phool mangwa deta, phoren se. Lekin [scoffs disdainfully] tumhari marzi... [scoots away]

Rishabh: We finally conclusively know who the worst fucking person in this show is so far. Ding ding ding! Winner winner, chicken dinner! This dude is just something fucking else. He threatens to fuck up Asha’s career if she tells anyone about the poster drama. He is a classist fucker who puts down Asha’s background to Ishani, saying she has “gaon waali harkatein.” He doesn’t give a shit if Sid dies of his injuries, to the point that even Vardhan is taken aback with how vitriolic he is. A truly vile creature, this one. We finally find out that he’s the son of the canteen waale chachaji, which explains the confrontation on the day Sid was called in for his investigation (Sid says that only he knows Rishabh’s “asli aukaat”, before Rishabh rudely pushes past him and the canteen chacha who came to offer them both chai.) All his LV belts and fancy car and show-shaa is just to hide his actual economic background and as such, he prevents his father from interacting with him while in Sanjivani. He’s terribly rude and dismissive of him, to the point where the dad wishes it was Rishabh who was battling for his life instead of Sid, who’s always been more of a son to him. Yiiiiikes. Anyway for all his bluster, I am happy that he’s properly terrified of Ishani, who threatened to fuck. him. up. if he steps out of line as far as she and her friends are concerned.

Neil: I was hoping we’d see more of the Neil-struggles-with-medicine-and-his-father’s-expectations plot, but it was done away with for this Ganpati wala track. Maybe next week? Shout out to him for his adorable wardrobe filled with cartoon characters, even a Tweety Bird waala kurta that he wore to Ganpati!

Rahil: Ride or die for Sid, and I’m so glad these two soft boys are best bros. They deserve each other. He seems to be pretty close with Sid’s mom too, which makes me wonder what his family situation is? It was nice to finally see Rahil integrated into the group of residents, teaming up with Asha and Aman to get the truth out of Rishabh. I also like that despite his own terrible injuries, he takes charge of the situation when Sid is injured and gets him the first aid he requires at the moment by instructing Asha/Aman/Neil what to do. Nice progress from that first case where he was panicking and Ishani had to step in. He’s inconsolable when they reach the hospital though, and unwilling to leave Sid’s side to get his own injuries looked at. Best boy, all the love for him!!!!!!!! 

Shashank: Lord above, what a week for poor Dr. Shashank. All his children are spontaneously combusting and giving this poor man the worst week of his life (probably.) Anjali unrepentantly blew up his personal and professional relationship with Juhi, Juhi is freezing him the fuck out (I refuse to believe that he has any romantic feelings for her unless he says so himself, out loud), Sid has been brought in at the brink of death, and Ishani is on the verge of a breakdown blaming herself for what happened with Sid. For godssake, this poor man is still recovering from a VERY MAJOR BRAIN SURGERY! Could y’all cut him some damn slack, you terrible little brats!?! He’s trying his best to manage; diplomatically addressing the issue with Anjali, trying to engage in conversation with Juhi, comforting Ishani and friends about Sid, but gosh, he’s really struggling to keep his head above water. Also, the overwrought reaction about Sid......... We’re supposed to think he’s Sid’s father right? But would they really do that to this character???? Make him romantically involved with Juhi AND have an illegitimate child with another woman? Very unlikely that they’d make him such a horndog. So one of these plotlines has to give up, and I really hope that it’s the Juhi one. I can begrudgingly tolerate him being Sid’s dad, but being in romantic love with a woman who was canonically a daughter-figure to him for all these years? Un-fucking-acceptable.

Sid’s mom: We don’t have a name yet, but Aarti Bahl (aka Ekta Sohini) also played Nurse Padma Bansal Gupta (Shashank’s second wife) in DMG after Shilpa Tulaskar left. So is she Padma here too, or a whole new character with the same face? As for why the previous actress was replaced, I have a feeling it was because she didn’t look age-appropriate and/or conventionally “attractive” to be paired against Mohnish for this “is Shashank Sid’s father?” plotline. I’m not sure what to make of Aarti’s acting, she seemed very stiff with that forced smile throughout the Ganpati function; and wasn’t too impressive in the scenes where she was panicking and hiding from Shashank either. The scenes I really liked her in were when she was lovingly fussing over Ishani, and later in the hospital when she remarked how proud she was of Sid for standing up to protect the honour of a woman. She has a very soft and calming voice, and her dialogue delivery is really pleasant and soothing, so I’m hoping I grow to like her in this character.

Juhi: Juhi’s not really having a great week either, but she’s a boss bitch who has everything (mostly) in control and I am so fucking happy to see that. I’m glad she didn’t fall apart over the “truth” or try to leave Sanjivani over it - curtly stating to Shashank that she’s signed a contract and intends to honour it, unless he fires her again. She has a brief confusing moment with him while conducting a motor function assessment to determine his fitness to do surgery again, but other than that, she’s all pulled together. She’s mostly brusque with Shashank, trying to prove that she deserves to be here because of her capabilities, and trying to break out from under his shadow to be a proficient COS in her own right; but she’s also gently firm with him when he emotionally barges in trying to help with Sid, insisting that she has it under control and assuring that she will not let anything happen to him. It’s so great to see her balance both her medical/admin skills as well as the firm-yet-empathizing demeanor so ably.

Anjali: Oh Anjali. I love you but you have some serious daddy issues that you need heavy-duty therapy for. On one hand, I understand why she is so resentful and passive-aggressive the way she is (Sayantani’s portrayal compels us to peek beneath the layers!) but on the other, she really had no right to throw Shashank under the bus like that. But I can’t say I didn’t enjoy the way she did it - so bloody spectacularly; unfazed at getting slapped by her father in front of her “rival”, chugging down a whole glass of wine and insulting Juhi’s cooking before she left for the night. So tragic, yet so fucking hilarious. On a professional front, I’m predicting that she’s gonna tire of this Luxury Ward COS post real soon, since it only seems to have her stand around kowtowing to rich assholes like a receptionist of some sort. I can only hope that she wises up to Vardhan’s BS soon enough, instead of serving as collateral damage and falling into the quagmire he’s planning with Rahul to target Shashank/Juhi.

Vardhan: Not much of Vardhan this week other than him entering that secret room he’s built for Rahul in the Luxury Ward. Good. I prefer him in small, controlled doses. And at least we have some clarification that even with all his shady crap, he’s not as horrible a human being as Rishabh - stating that even though he doesn’t like the way Sid operates within Sanjivani, he hopes he pulls through in surgery.

Overall Rating: 4/5

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The Monster He Made

Pairing: Ruby x Demon Blood!Sam x Demon!Reader

Word Count: 4268

Square Filled: Knifeplay

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Explicit Content, Explicit Language, NSFW, 18+, Knifeplay, Oral (Female Receiving), Unprotected Sex, Choking Kink, Smut, Slight Angst,

A/N: I wrote this with the purpose of twisting certain things in the show. Instead of Sam being with Jess, he is with the reader. This is my tenth square for @spnkinkbingo and hope you all enjoy it. Any feedback is welcomed!

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 “Wait, you’re taking off?”

              Sam looked up at his girlfriend, (Y/N) as she walked into the bedroom, a worried look on her face.

“Is this about your Dad? Is he all right?” she asked, slight fear in her voice.

“Yeah, you know just a little family drama,” Sam responded nonchalantly.

“But your brother said he was on some kind of hunting trip.”

“Ah, yeah, he’s just deer hunting up at a cabin,” Sam said as he turned away from (Y/N), looking for a few things to pack but missing the fear in her eyes. “He’s probably got Jim, Jack, and Jose along with him. We’re just gonna go bring him back.”

“What about the interview?”

“I’ll make the interview,” Sam huffed. “This is only for a couple of days.”

“Sam, I mean, please! Just stop for a second!” (Y/N) yelled out, causing Sam to finally get a good look at her. “You sure you’re okay?” she asked, voice a bit shaky.

“Hey, everything’s gonna be okay. I promise,” he responded gently, rubbing her shoulders to calm her down.

              Sam realized how scared and worried she was. They had been apart before for school trips and holidays, but this was the first time Sam was going off with HIS family, with a brother to look for a father she has never met, folks he doesn’t really talk about. He pulled her into a tight hug and placed a soft kiss on her cheek, silently reassuring her everything was fine. That’s when he pulled out the gift he was waiting to give her for Christmas.

“Here, this is for you babe,” Sam stated lovingly as he pulled out a velvet box.

              Inside was a gold locket with a rose etched on top. He removed it from the box and opened the locket, a picture of them both on their second date.

“Sam, this is beautiful.”

“Wear it, it’s my promise to you that I will come back soon.”

              Sam pulled her into another hug and kissed her deeply before letting her go. He turned around and left the room, not wanting to see her cry.

“At least tell me where you’re going!” she exclaimed out after him when he let her go to walk out the house.

              Sam didn’t turn back to respond, making a quick break out of the house. He knew once he was back she would forgive the sudden trip, and everything would go back to normal.

3 days later

              Dean watched the white smoke that rose from the bedroom window, police lights flashing all around as the crowd around him grew bigger with curious onlookers. He turned back to see his baby brother standing at the open trunk, causing him to walk towards the Impala to see what Sam was actually doing. That’s when Dean found his baby brother holding a shotgun in his hand.

              In Sam’s hand, he also held a melted gold locket. The rose was still slightly visible, but the locket was sealed shut from the melting in the fire. The chain was gone, leaving the piece behind to be found. Dean was told by the cops that it was found on the bed, right below her.

Without a word, the brothers looked at each other, Dean seeing the pain his baby brother was feeling from just losing the woman he loved. She was killed in that fire, the exact same way their mother was killed. Sam sighed heavily, the tears rolling down his face as he threw the shotgun and locket into the trunk and shut the lid.

“We got work to do.”

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Years later

              Sam slammed the motel door behind him, Ruby already in the room. He ignored her as he threw the demon-killing knife onto the table and his bag onto the bed. Without one word, he sped into the bathroom, ignoring Ruby as he slammed the bathroom door shut behind him. Sam leaned onto the sink and took a deep breath. When he looked up into the mirror, he could see how much blood he was covered in, the bruising along his jaw, the small cuts along his body. Tonight, was a rough night, one that brought him closer to Lilith but not close enough. He immediately removed his torn clothes and jumped into the shower, turning on the water to steaming hot. He washed his body clean from blood and sweat, hissing at the pain he felt when the water bounced along the open wounds. He stayed under the shower until the hot water ran cold.

              He exited the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair soaked and leaving droplets of water behind his wake. Ruby sat in the chair by the dining table, waiting patiently for him.

“Sam, tonight was too much of a close call. Next group, we find we have to be smarter about our attack.”

“I know, Ruby,” Sam responded softly as he sat on the bed, drying his hair.

“If you weren’t so out of shape…”

“Ruby, please.” Sam pleaded, knowing exactly what her argument was.

“No! Your abilities…You’re getting flabby, Sam”

“Yeah, so how do I tone up?” Sam asked with annoyance, throwing the towel he was using to dry his hair across the room.

“You know how,” Ruby responded, standing up from her chair, walking towards Sam slowly. “You know what you got to do.”

              Sam looks away, grinding his teeth together because he knows Ruby knows his answer to what she was saying.

“No, I’m not doing that anymore.”

“Sam…”

“I said no!”

              Sam gave Ruby a glare, making it clear to her he wasn’t changing his mind. Ruby sighed and turned, walking towards the entrance.

“I knew with Dean being back you would put up a fight. So glad I kept this on the back burner.”

              Ruby grabbed the doorknob and turned it, opening the door wide. Sam’s eyes went wide in pure shock to see who was standing at the entrance.

“No, it can’t be. Y-y-your…. dead….” he stammered as he got up from the bed, making his way to get the demon-killing knife.

              There, in the entrance stood (Y/N). Once Sam held the knife in hand, he backed away, holding on to his towel on his waist, ready to fight. (Y/N) walked in slowly, her eyes never leaving Sam’s She wore heeled boots that covered her skin-tight leather pants, wearing only a black tank top with her (Y/H/C) flowing freely down her back.

“Baby, it’s me. I’ve missed you so much.”

“It’s not! This isn’t possible! You died in the fire!”

“Baby, it really is me,” (Y/N) whispered as she slowly made her way towards him, a playful smile across her lips. “Only with a few adjustments.”

              (Y/N) blinked and Sam couldn’t believe it when he saw black eyes. She blinked again, and her eyes were back to normal.

“Ruby! Who is riding her? How did you get her body intact?” Sam exclaimed keeping an eye on whoever it was before him.

“Sam, baby, it really is me. Ruby only helped me getting my body back.”

“(Y/N), maybe it would be easier to explain things to him.” Ruby said as she walked towards (Y/N), wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

“Explain what? Azazel killed her!” Sam yelled out.

“Baby, just listen, please,” (Y/N) begged as she stood there, motioning her hands for Sam to sit on the bed.

              Ruby wrapped an arm around (Y/N)’s shoulder as Sam took a seat who kept a tight grip on the knife. His eyes went between Ruby and (Y/N), silent as he waited for the explanation.

“So, remember when I first moved in with you, I started having nights where I couldn’t sleep?” (Y/N) asked.

              Sam only nodded.

“Well, I was having nightmares, vivid ones. There were of you dying. In so many ways, and they felt so real that I was afraid to sleep. When we lived apart, I never had them but the first night at your place they started. Every time you left to go somewhere without me, I was terrified of getting a call that said you were dead.” (Y/N) explained, her voice laced with worry.

“It was a constant thing, shutting my eyes to see you dead. It was always with someone else, that someone being the person that harmed you. I eventually went to seek out help, going from doctors to the non-medical approach. I met a witch, a seer and she said that one night someone would come to find you, someone, close to you and take you away. That you wouldn’t come back to me.” Sam watched as she looked at him, her eyes almost watering. “And when Dean showed up, I just knew that trouble was coming. You left with him and never answered my calls while you were gone. So, I got scared and went back to the witch. She gave me things to summon a being that would protect you. All I had to do was make a deal, a contract of sorts, and no harm would come to you.”

“But the demon cheated her out,” Ruby continued. “The demon worked for Azazel and made sure the deal was set for her to die when you got back with Dean, instead of the 10-year mark. She signed without thinking clearly, because she thought you were in danger. When she died in that fire, her soul went straight to Azazel. I was there in Hell when he did his all to convince her to turn into a demon, to give up her humanity.”

“He told me if I didn’t, that I wouldn’t be able to see you. He swore to me you were there in Hell, showing me images of you being tortured. He fucked with my mind, Sam! He told me he would free you as long as I gave up my humanity. So, I did. I couldn’t handle it anymore, seeing what he was showing me. I truly believed every word he said.”  

“But Azazel kept her locked up, torturing her for fun. He toyed with her by using you.” Ruby wrapped her arms around (Y/N) as if comforting her. “Once Azazel died, I freed her and hid her away because Lilith wanted her to use her against you. I promised our little (Y/N) here that I would bring you two together again, and here we are.”

              Ruby caressed (Y/N)’s cheek, (Y/N) falling into her hand with a soft smile, as if enjoying Ruby’s touch. Ruby looked at Sam as her other hand slide down (Y/N)’s body, reaching for the small knife Sam hadn’t noticed hanging from (Y/N)’s waist. Pulling it free, Ruby brought the knife up to (Y/N)’s bare arm and slowly cut her skin open, (Y/N) gasping in pleasure.

“If you won’t get the strength you need from me, then take it from the one person who gave her life and humanity just for you.”

              Sam groaned as he watched the black blood run freely down (Y/N)’s arm. His eyes went to search (Y/N)’s face, pure confusion etched on his face.

“How do I know it really is you?”

              (Y/N) broke free from Ruby’s hold, making her way to stand in front of Sam, her cut finally healing shut. She reached out to gently run her hands through his hair, causing Sam to shiver at her touch.

“The last time we saw each other, you promised that everything was going to be ok. You were so happy about your school interview, and even if you didn’t want to admit it, you were happy to see your brother. That Halloween party we went to, it was the last time I felt pure happiness, knowing you were safe with me.”

              (Y/N) leaned closer and placed a soft kiss on his forehead, leaning back with a smile.

“The night you left, you gave me a locket. Inside, there was a picture of you and me on our second date. You took me to an art museum because you knew how much I loved art and the whole time I babbled away about each piece we saw, we were there for hours. But you never stopped me, instead, you listened and asked questions. After wards, we went to a photo booth and shared our first kiss in there.”

“You know it was my job to protect you, and I couldn’t. You died because of me.”

“Shhh, Sam, baby, I would do it all over again just to know you will live. Now, drink and be strong to destroy Lilith. Destroy her so we can finally be together again.”

              (Y/N) grabbed hold of Sam’s hand, the hand that held the demon killing knife. She guided his hand to place the knife along her arm where Ruby had sliced her open. She pressed her lips to Sam’s cheek as she moved his hand to slice her arm open again, moaning as she felt the searing pain of the knife open her. She then let go of his hand and raised her arm to his mouth, guiding his head towards the cut with her other hand. Sam fought for a slight moment, but her hush tones and whispers of persuasion finally broke his will. He wrapped his hands in a grip on her arm, raising it to his lips, before he placed his open mouth along the cut, he looked up at (Y/N), her (Y/E/C) eyes blown out as she watched him. Sam wrapped his lips around the cut and began drinking, taking big gulps. (Y/N) laughed and gasped as Sam drank his fill, keeping her other hand around his neck so he wouldn’t move away.

“That’s it baby, drink it all up. Get stronger baby, for us.”

              (Y/N) leaned closer, sitting on Sam’s lap as he drank down her blood. After a few minutes, Ruby came over to them and broke Sam free from his fountain and took the knife back, causing (Y/N) whimper.

“He can’t drink all of you in one sitting. Everything in its pace.”

“But he needs to be stronger, Ruby,” whimpered (Y/N).

“And I will be baby, but not tonight. I don’t want to hurt you more than this. Now that I have you back, I won’t lose you again.” Sam responded, wrapping his arms around (Y/N)’s waist and pulling her as close as possible.

“Well I’m not the only tap here,” (Y/N) giggled as she took the knife back from Ruby and bounced free from Sam.

              (Y/N) turned and stood behind Ruby, peeling the leather jacket off her slowly. Once Ruby had her jacket removed, (Y/N) giggled and stood between Sam and Ruby, grabbing the collar of Ruby’s shirt and ripping it open, revealing her laced covered breasts. Ruby only smiled at (Y/N) with pride as Sam watched (Y/N) slice at Ruby’s stomach, causing blood to fall free. She then turned to Sam with a wicked smile and pushed Ruby to stand in front of him.

“Drink baby, the more the better. Don’t worry I promise not to get jealous.”

              Sam didn’t hesitate to pull Ruby closer, wrapping his lips along her sliced skin, lapping at the blood that was slowly pouring out. (Y/N) then jumped onto the bed and wrapped her hands around Sam’s waist, her hands gliding over his bare chest down to his stomach and finally to the edge of the towel still wrapped around his waist.

“Too much covering you baby.” (Y/N) whispered as she slowly unhooked the towel from his waist, letting it fall open to reveal his growing erection.

              Sam moaned against Ruby’s stomach as he felt (Y/N)’s hands wrap around his length, pumping him slowly in her hands. She whispered in his ear how much she missed him, how much she wanted him. Sam then let go of Ruby and turned around, pushing (Y/N) onto the bed. She giggled when he had her pinned, her eyes turning black.

Sam reached for the abandoned knife above (Y/N)’s head and slid the knife down the front of (Y/N)’s black top. He ripped the fabric open with the it, breaking her free from its confines. She gasped as she felt the cold metal run across her skin, teasing at the top of her heaving breasts and down to her stomach. Sam used the knife to break her bra open from the front, tearing through that small piece of clothing. Once he had her topless, he looked up to see Ruby walking towards the head of the bed, her pants and underwear gone as she sat down to watch them.

              Ruby sat with her legs parted, her hand down on her mound as she watched Sam slowly slice and nip at (Y/N)’s skin. Sam ran the knife along the top of her breasts, guiding the tip between the globes as the skin broke open from the sharpness of the knife. (Y/N) gasped and moaned at each cut, grinding her hips into Sam’s, begging for more.

“You like this don’t you baby. You love feeling helpless. You loved it when I took control, loved being an obedient whore,” Sam grunted as he lapped up the small amount of blood that broke free. “That’s why he used mind games with you, because torturing you would have been a pleasure.”

“Yes, Sam, oh baby!”

              Sam scraped the knife down her arms, cutting small wounds to lap at the blood that flowed from them. Each cut he made, it only made (Y/N) get hungrier for him. Sam eventually threw the knife onto the floor, causing (Y/N) to whimper in protest. But he hushed her and made it clear he wasn’t done with her. He looked up at Ruby who was quietly watching the two of them as she rubbed her clit. Sam then looked down at the girl under him, his girl.

He leaned forward and kisses her, hard. It was all teeth and tongue, moans and groans. They kissed as if it were their last, tongues wrapping around each other, Sam biting her bottom lip as he tugged on it, making it swell. She sucked on his tongue, letting him know she wanted to suck on something else. But the last thought Sam could focus on was that he wanted that another night, tonight he wanted to sink deep inside her, feel her wrapped around his length again. Sam released her lips, looking down at her swollen mouth and her black eyes looking back at him.

“I want your eyes, let me see your eyes.” Sam growled out, causing her to blink, her eyes turning back to normal. “Ruby, sit on her face,” he ordered.

              Ruby moved from where she sat onto her knee and slid over to the couple, kneeling right above (Y/N)’s face. (Y/N) giggled as she looked up at Ruby’s pussy, noticing how wet she already was.

“Baby, I want you to eat Ruby out, understand.”

              (Y/N) nodded quickly, her arms wrapping around Ruby’s waist to pull her down, closer to her face. As Ruby began to grind onto (Y/N)’s face, Sam began trailing hard kisses along (Y/N)’s body, leaving purple spots in random places as he traveled down her neck. When he reached her breasts, he didn’t hesitate to suck on her already hard nipples, tugging them harshly with his teeth, earning a groan from her. He didn’t stay too long on her breasts, going even lower to her stomach, bruising her soft skin. Once Sam reached her pussy, he stuck his nose between her folds and took in a deep breath, loving the smell of her musk. It had been so long since he smelled her, he had forgotten one of the many things that he loved about (Y/N).

              Sam got back up from her pussy and smiled wickedly as he watched the fun before him. Ruby was grinding on (Y/N)’s face, the sounds of her tongue lapping at Ruby’s juices loud and clear. Ruby had her hands on her breasts, kneading them and twisting her nipples between her fingers. Her eyes were closed but her dirty moans let Sam know that his girl was doing her job right.

              Sam then pulled (Y/N)’s legs apart, letting him slide between them. He grabbed his full hard on and rubbed the tip along (Y/N)’s folds. He felt her body jerk as she felt the tease he was doing. But he took her by surprise when he suddenly rammed his entire length inside her in one swift motion. He felt her body jerk in shock as he filled her inside, groaning as he felt what he had been missing for the past few years. As he waited for her to adjust, he enjoyed her warmth surrounding him, her slick coating him. He watched as Ruby rode (Y/N)’s mouth, watching her outstretched neck exposed to him.

              Sam reached out towards Ruby and grabbed a hold of her throat, taking a tight grip on it. Ruby began choking as Sam watched her eyes open, all black.

“She gonna make you cum, isn’t she?” He asked with a devilish laugh. Ruby only nodded her head, one hand on Sam’s arm, the other on (Y/N)’s chest to balance her. “Then you better cum once I let you go.”

              Sam held onto Ruby’s neck for a little bit longer, hearing her choke to breathe as (Y/N) licked and tongue fucked Ruby. Then, Sam felt Ruby’s body begin to shake, letting him know she was on the edge.

“Cum once I let you go,” he said softly with a commanding tone.

              Ruby only shook her head in response. Sam smiled as he let her go, allowing the air to crawl in. But instead of Ruby catching her breath, she screamed out in pleasure. She came all over (Y/N)’s face, Ruby’s body jerking as (Y/N) kept a tight grip on her, not letting her move as she licked at Ruby’s clit making her release last longer. As Ruby rode out her high, Sam looked down at where he was connected with (Y/N). He had been fighting the urge to just fuck her senseless, but he knew he had to wait until Ruby had her fun.  

              Once Ruby couldn’t handle the pressure anymore, she jumped off (Y/N) and laid down on the other side of the bed. (Y/N) laughed, her face covered with Ruby’s juices. Sam smiled down at his girl before pulling out of her to then ram back in. She gasped, and her body arched as he started to fuck her. Sam spread her legs out as much as she could, ramming into her without a second thought.

“God, I missed this pussy, this pussy that belongs to me. Did anyone else fuck you?” he gasped as he rammed his length into her, stretching her out.

“No, only Ruby, no one else. No one else…. can fuck me…. like you….do,” she moaned out as her body rose higher and higher so that Sam could go deeper into her.

              Sam felt as her insides clenched his length, taking him deeper. Her legs wrapped around his waist, lifting her body up to an angle so he could reach the hilt. He leaned forward, his arms encircling her. She gripped his arms immediately and dug her nails into his skin, causing him to bleed slightly. He felt her grow closer and closer to her release as he felt himself almost lose control. He licked her cheek, tasting Ruby’s juices as he rammed into her. He knew she would be left with bruises, but he didn’t care, only wanted what he missed for so long.

“That’s right, no one else but me. You belong to me, your body and blood belongs to me. YOU ARE MINE.”

              As Sam screamed out those last words, (Y/N) came all over him, her insides tight around him, her body jerking under him. Once he felt her warmth seep all over his length, it only took him a few more thrusts to finally reach his release, yelling out her name as he came. He shot his white, hot seed inside her, bathing her insides with his cum. They rode out their high together, reaching their peak and finally coming down together. Their heavy breathing broke through their moment of happiness, their eyes looking deep into each other.

              Sam then pulled out slowly, moving to roll over to lay between Ruby and (Y/N). All three were getting hold of their breath as they laid there in silence. It was Sam who spoke up.

“She is staying with me Ruby.”

“If she stays with you, Dean will certainly kill her. He doesn’t like me, imagine what will happen when he sees her.”

“Baby, she is right,” (Y/N) added, turning to face Sam, leaning onto his body. “The best plan is for me to stay somewhat close but away from Dean. He can’t know about me, baby. It will be our little secret.”

              (Y/N) smiled at Sam, assuring him that it was what they had to do. Sam then turned to Ruby with a serious look on his face.

“Thank you, for bringing her back to me. I owe you.”

“Just promise me you will kill Lilith when the time comes, and we will be even.”

“I promise,” replied Sam.

              Sam then closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around (Y/N) and pulling her close. As he fell into a deep sleep, he missed the look Ruby gave (Y/N), and the look she gave her back. Their eyes turned black and (Y/N) reached over to Ruby, her pinky finger out. Ruby wrapped her pinky finger with (Y/N) and both girls giggled, whispering.

“To our Dark Lord.”