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inhurtandincomfort · 22 days ago

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CW: Minor whump (again, it's backstory) Child trafficking, sold into slavery, forced nonsexual nudity, mentions of alcoholism, drug use and self harm at the end along with mild references to disassociation and possible suicidal ideation if you read into how depressed he is.

Eldwin’s body does not belong to him.

That may not make sense to some people. “Ridiculous,” they say, “Whose else could it be?” But it was something made all too clear to Eldwin, as young as fourteen years old, from the moment the pact mark first appeared on his skin.

The moment his hand met the strangers, a sharp pain ran across the back of it and when he looked the mark was there, burned red already fading to black. This was the price he must pay, he knew. That didn’t mean he couldn’t feel the beginnings of regret nagging at the back of his mind as he stared at the intricate sigil, a permanent marker of what he was. Whose he was. When he looked up at the stranger, a handsome man flashing teeth that seemed a little too white, slightly too sharp, looking very pleased with an unnerving glint in his eyes, Eldwin wondered not for the last time whether he’d made the right choice.

It didn’t matter. What’s done is done; a contract was made, his fate is sealed. The demon walked away with a soul and a promise. Eldwin walked away with a fear and a life that would never be the same.

Then he was kidnapped, starving, cold, and desperate in the middle of December lured in by a wealthy-looking couple with a promise of work and instead taken captive, thrown in a basement somewhere in the city with a handful of other boys most his age or older, a couple of them younger.

“They’re gonna sell us,” One of them said, glumly resigned to his fate. He’d been there the longest and claimed to have heard them discussing their plans. “We’ll be sold off for labour and there’s nothin’ we can do about it.” Eldwin scowled, crossing his arms. Maybe there was nothing they could do, but that didn’t mean they shouldn’t try. He voiced as much,when the auction day drew closer.

“You’re being stupid.” The first boy told him bluntly. “You think none of us ‘ave tried before?” But some of the newer faces still had some spirit and agreed to attempt an escape. They waited until late in the night. Eldwin quietly approached the basement door, lifting a gloved hand to the lock. It opened easily with a soft click letting the boys sneak out one by one, Eldwin in the lead. They managed to boost one of the boys over the fence before they were caught, a gun in their faces and several men roughly dragging them back where they were thrown forcefully into the basement where the ones who stayed jumped back in fear as the slaver appeared holding his walking cane.

“Who’s idea was this?” He barked, “Own up before I break everyone’s limbs!” The youngest squeaked and stuffed his filthy sleeve into his mouth. Most were crying or quivering with fear and Eldwin couldn’t help but wonder who would speak first? Well, he wouldn’t wait to find out. He wouldn't put that burden on them.

“It was me,” He said more confidently than he felt. “It was my idea. They didn’t want to, but I convinced them.” He held his head high, meeting the man's eyes even as he clenched his fist to stop it from trembling. He only hoped the boy who’d escaped would make it, that he’d tell the guards and put a stop to this before auction day.

“You little brat,” The man snarled, raising his hand. Eldwin was sent stumbling back, a stinging pain where the man backhanded him across the face. “Hold him,” The man ordered two of the stronger boys and they wordlessly stood either side of Eldwin, shoving him to his knees. Eldwin closed his eyes, bracing himself for what was to come. The wooden cane slammed into his back with such force he would have fallen over had the boys not been holding him in place. He couldn’t hold back a cry slipping past his lips as his vision blurred from tears as the cane hit its mark, over and over again. The youngest boy amongst them was shielding his face in the shirt of another trying to stifle his own cries. “How did you do it? How did you get out!?” The man dropped his cane to the floor and grabbed Eldwin by the collar, hauling him up nearly off the ground. Eldwin looked to the floor, biting the inside of his cheek. He wouldn't answer. No matter how much it hurt, what they did to him, he could not answer.

“He magicked it sir!” The boy who’d been here longest piped up, conviction in his tone. “We all saw ‘im. He didn't even touch it, the door unlocked just like that!"

A new fear flooded Eldwin's chest as the man slowly turned to look from the boy to Eldwin, a strange look coming across his face. “Is that right?” He dropped him to the floor, beckoning for a boy to pass him his cane. “You been holding out on us lad?”

Eldwin glared up at the man, not saying a word. He already had his answer. No one was going to lie for him; If they were asked if he did magic, each and every one of them would say yes.

“Show us,” The man commanded. When he didn’t comply the man slammed his cane hard to the floor with a loud bang that made them all flinch. “Show us!”

There was no point putting it off further. Shakily Eldwin cupped his hands in front of him and after a second a little ball of light appeared. It wasn’t the brightest and it flickered like a dying flame, dimming and brightening every few seconds. But it was all the proof the man needed.

“Well well well.” He looked up from the orb and a smile crept onto his face making Eldwin’s stomach churn, “Things are about to get much more interesting.”

The next few days blurred into one. Eldwin’s anxiety rose to new heights with their discovery hanging over his head like a weight ready to drop. None of the captors had said anything about it and he almost wished they would, he couldn’t take this constant trepidation. None of his fellow captives said anything either. They all stayed huddled at the wall with their heads hung low. No one would meet his eyes. They couldn’t even bear to look at him anymore. It was almost a relief when the big day came. That morning they were all brought upstairs, divided amongst the several bathrooms, stripped and forced in a bathtub where they were doused with cold water by one of the underlings. When they took his gloves from him this man -who looked to be only eighteen, nineteen- saw the sigil and disappeared from the room, coming back with The Mistress in tow. Her nails dug into his wrist as she yanked it harshly, staring at the pact mark with disdain. “Do you have any more secrets you’d like to share with us?” She asked flatly.

Eldwin kept his gaze firmly on the bathroom tiles, his face radiating heat despite his shivering as he tried to cover himself as best he could. She sighed, dropping his arm. “Proceed. I’ll talk to the client before the deal goes through.”

They were given clean clothes. Eldwin noticed his were different from the others - whereas they were given plain cloths barely more than rags, he had on a proper button-up white shirt and dark grey trousers, and black shoes which the others weren’t afforded the luxury of. Some of them had their hair cut unevenly where mats were cut off, others had their heads shorn entirely. Usually he’d appreciate being treated better, but now it made him all the more nervous. Maybe they just wanted to cover the bruises? His back still hurt whenever it stretched. That didn't explain the quality, though.

Then they were brought to another room with a chair by a fire and a couple of metal instruments nearby. Stood by the chair was a feminine figure, her face hidden by a mask. Another woman stood by a table in the corner with what seemed to be medical supplies. They all watched in horror as the first boy was held down in the chair, his head tilted as an iron rod was placed on the side of his neck. The boy yelled and squirmed, strong hands holding him still. It was over within a second, and he was shuffled along to a treatment table, quietly sobbing.

“I feel sick,” One boy said as they all stood lined up in the hallway waiting to be brought on stage, bandage wrapped around his neck, their hands tied in front of them with rope that was left long so they could be led around by it. They could hear the host welcoming the guests. Some boys muttered prayers to themselves, others seemed to be trying to forget they were there at all.

The Mistress entered the room, beckoning Eldwin to follow. “You, boy. With me.” She clicked her fingers, and one of her henchmen grabbed the rope attached to him and tugged him along, bringing him away from the auction to another room. She stopped them outside the door, smoothing his hair back and fixing him with a hard look. “This is a good opportunity for you. Don’t blow it.” Then she opened the door, and he was led inside.

A wealthy-looking man stood in front of the fireplace, turning to face them when the door opened. He was tall, towering over Eldwin when he came to greet them, brown hair neatly combed back and an expensive looking suit. The man grabbed his chin and tilted his head to the side, looking at him from various angles. “He doesn’t look like much. You’re sure he’s the one?” “Yes, sir. The boys all claim to have seen it and my husband can testify.” She gave Eldwin a nudge. “Go on boy, prove it.” “Prove what?” He meant it but must have sounded snarkier than intended because a palm connected with his cheek making his eyes water, her long nails leaving scratch marks.

“Don’t play dumb with me!” She snapped, rings glittering on her still raised fingers. Eldwin scowled, blinking to clear the tears.

“I don’t know what you want from me! No one told me anything! Why was I separated from the others? Why are we here in the first place, I don’t even know how long it’s been!”

Her face twisted with rage. “Why you little-” She looked like she was going to hit him again but the man raised his hand. “You’re a sorcerer, are you not? That’s what we want from you dear. Your magic.” He smiled, the sort of smile one would give to reassure a lost child. He reached up to cup Eldwin’s face, his thumb wiping away the blood left by the Mistress. “Can you do a little for me? Just to prove you can.”

Do these people understand how hard magic is when you’re overstressed, underfed and under-slept? Fine. He’d do a little magic.

He held out one hand palm up, feeling a gentle warmth run through him as all his aether concentrated. Sparks flew from his palm and the man watched in fascination before the sparks turned into flames, springing to life as if someone had thrown oil on to it, albeit on a very small scale. But it was enough to catch the man's sleeve aflame, making him leap back with a yelp, frantically patting himself down. The royal blue fabric was left charred black with a sizable hole. The Mistress offered profuse apologies, offering to cover the damages as Eldwin watched in veiled amusement, careful not to let it show on his face. He would pay for that no doubt, both in their punishment and with the exhaustion that came with using too much energy.

The momentary satisfaction was worth it.

The man dusted himself off, no longer smiling. He didn’t seem to be upset, though; deep blue eyes bore through him as he studied him intently. If anything, he looked pleased. “I’ll take him.”

Thus went his body, stolen by a crime lord who broke it down piece by piece, tore it apart only to build it back up, beat it, burned it, ripped it limb from limb just so he could put it back together leaving not even a scar, getting to live his life like it never happened. Eldwin didn’t have that luxury. Not everything left a visible mark, he couldn’t prove it, no one would ever believe him - but he knew. The Mind remembers what the Body forgets.

But his mind was a traitor.

It was hard to cope, trapped in a life he never asked for, made to do things he never wanted. He was violated, he was used and he was alone with only his own Mind to talk to. Oh, he hated the things his Mind says.

His hand shakes as he brings the bottle to his lips, whisky burning his throat in a way he’d grown to crave. It’s not enough. It’s never enough. The drink, the pills, the searing of cigarettes on skin - they’re only temporary, blocking out the pain, making him human for but a moment. Then come the whispers, the mocking laughter - Failure. Monster. Not even human. Other times it goes blank, leaving him numb and empty until he does something dangerous or cruel for that rush, a chance to feel.. His mind is an enemy that exists within him, controlling his every thought, every move. It was a foe he could not defeat, so it was all he could do to let something else take the reins, just for a little while.

He'd never be himself again. He was already corrupted, tainted, every aspect of him owned by another. Mind, body, and soul.

I hope you enjoyed! If you did please consider reblogging, it really helps the reach of the post for others to find and enjoy it :)

#he's having a great time #whump #minor whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump fic #trafficking whump #branding #beating #cw self destruction #tw self harm #writeblr #oc #original fic #my ocs #eldwin

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nonbayanary · 1 year ago

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ES21 x ROTTMNT AU Masterpost:

Teenage Mutant Mystic DEMONS

a.k.a: TMMDemons AU

Trigger Warnings: death, child trafficking, demonic rituals, ghosts, dehumanization, human experimentation, child abuse, demons, mentions of cults Characters: Sena, Hiruma, Kurita, Musashi, Doburoku

SUMMARY:

Child trafficking is the one thing that brings Sena, Hiruma, Kurita, and Musashi together.

Sena and the Maou Trio (who i will now be referring to as "the four kids") are four of the hundreds of children who were kidnapped by traffickers, and sold to an organization led by a cult.

The facility, known as "Deimon," is located in a forest within the countryside. This organization buys trafficked kids, and uses them for human experiments. And of their dozens of experiments, only two bear fruit: "Project Maou," and "Project Ghost."

Project Maou is the organization's main experiment. The cult leading the organization has one main goal: to summon the king of demons, should it truly exist. And to do that, the experiment's aim is to use mystic energy to insert the soul of the demon king into a child, to make the child easy to control and influence.

And of the kids, Hiruma, Kurita, and Musashi are the three most promising subjects of Project Maou.

Sena, meanwhile, is the sole survivor of the succesful Project Ghost. This experiment was far simpler than Project Maou. Its aim was simple: to give a human child the abilities of ghosts. This experiment was a pioneer project, which paved the way for Project Maou.

The last stage of Project Maou is a ritual; an attempt to summon the king of demons unto this human plane. Kurita, Hiruma, and Musashi are dragged into the middle of a summoning circle.

An hour into the ritual, something goes wrong. Due to miscalculations in the amount of mystic energy, the demon king's soul splinters into pieces, and some fragments of his soul embed themselves onto the three screaming children.

The ritual fails. The whole area explodes, and decimates all life within a one-mile radius.

Everything is gone. The the scientists and staff are all reduced to ash. The buildings, trees, plant life, and animal life have all become nothing but dust. And all that remains is scorched earth.

Nothing is left. Nothing—except for four genetically enhanced children, who crawl out of the rubble after regaining consciousness.

The Maou Trio now find themselves with newly-mutated bodies. Bat wings, clawed hands and feet, markings, tails, and horns.

Sena looks different from the other three. He does not have those physical traits, which sometimes makes him feel like he's not one of them.

The kids venture out of the forest, and meet Doburoku, a yokai hermit who lives on the outskirts of a town.

Eventually, Doburoku adopts the little rascals. And after years of companionship, they come to see each other as a family.

As a yokai, Doburoku has mystic powers. Upon learning that the kids actually possess mystic energy, he starts teaching the four kids how to use their mystic powers.

CHARACTER SHEETS:

SENA • HIRUMA • KURITA • MUSASHI • DOBUROKU SAKAKI (coming soon)

Maou Trio

MEMES:

• Every Found Family's got...

• Snitches get stitches

NOTE: In this AU, the Sena & the Maou trio are raised together under one roof, like siblings. As a result, the kids are more playful, and they sometimes have rivalries with one another. They trust each other, and they are physically affectionate with one another. As such, it's common to see Hiruma hugging Sena, or even Musashi sleeping on Kurita's back. This AU is just a lotta Maou Trio + Sena puppy-piling on each other to cope with trauma.

Browse this AU's Tags HERE

Please feel free to write or make art of this AU. But please credit me, and send me the link to what you've made! I'd love to see it!!!

To my fellow TCEST fans, please feel free to ship the characters! (I gave the Maou trio cloacas for this very reason eyyyy!) In this context, I'd call it Mutant-cest or MCEST.

This AU was based on Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (ROTTMNT), and further inspired by RWBY, The Locked Tomb, Honkai Impact 3, Fullmetal Alchemist, Solo Levelling, and Genshin Impact.

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symphonic-scream · 2 years ago

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Okay

Phantom Pirates au time

This would be a Persona 5 (Royal) Pirate au, and I'd love to make it a full fic but I've got my plate full for now, however, as always, I'm super down to chat and post about it here

So, without further adieu, it's pirate time

So it all starts with a boy, and a ship. No one knows the kid, where he comes from, or how he managed to acquire such a fine vessel. Most guess that he must be about 12, smudged with soot and sporting a bright yellow scarf

He dreams of a life on the high seas, of adventure and doing what's right to the end. However, no child could manage a ship the size of the Velvet Room all on his own, and finding a crew that matches ones ideals would be a hard task.

...or would it?

A young man is sentenced to death, sitting in a damp, solitary cell awaiting his trudge to the gallows. Falsely accused, no fair trial in sight. He stares up at the stars through the bars at night, and wishes that he could be given another chance

Two foreigners fall under the thumb of a business they hadn't intended to be sucked into. In order to save their own skins, they hand over their only daughter to be bought or sold, to be done with however her buyers please. She cries silently at night, dreaming of escape and loving for herself

The streets are a dangerous place for a youth. His father owed a debt, one his mother payed for with her life. Left on his own, an injury rotting away one foot, he stole to pay for a shabby peg, his meals. Treated like a rat scurrying under the feet of the townspeople. He prays for a chance to make them all pay, to bring hope to those like him

Each is given a chance, an offer from a small boy; Join his crew, help his cause, and a life of glory will await them on the other side.

And how could they say no?

Within a month, an infamous sex trafficker finds his fort burning up around him, cowering in the shadows of three figures; one with a false leg, the image of a skull painted over his face; a woman in a red leather corset, fire spreading with each snap of her fingers; and a man in a long, dark coat, the burning flames of rebellion in his eyes

Suguru Kamoshida burns that day, but the evidence of his crimes does not. That is the day that whispers start to spread, about a new pirate crew, one to be feared;

The Phantom Thieves of Hearts

In a port a few months later, they pick up a new member. A young artist, who reveals all in his work, being hunted after revealing the sins of a baron in a public portrait. Cornered by guards in what he believes are his final moments, the young man accepts his fate. However, his time has not yet come. A figure in a tall dark coat comes to his aid, and he makes a deal with a young boy with a yellow scarf

Left to die, bleeding out on the sand of a small island, a young woman cries for her sister. She'd gone blindly down the same path that had gotten her father killed, and had been named a military deserter for maintaining her morals. Shes found there, on the brink of death, a wound from a musket draining her life away in her gut. A young boy patches her up, and accepts her vow to repay them for her life, fighting by their side

Stowed away below the deck of the Velvet Room, they stumble upon a girl. Small, frail, terrified. Her death is sought after by many, as she carries the last proof of the crimes her mother died trying to bring to the light. Making a deal with the youngest Phantom comes easily to her, an urge for vengeance fresh in her heart.

A young royal, heart and soul locked away in her father's palace, promised to a man whose eyes boil with sludge and sin. Both ignore the calling card sent their way, and their fortunes burn around them in the dead of night, the blood of their hired guns soaking the marble floors. Smoke fills the locked tower, the door flung open. The heiress is escorted back to a ship she's only dreamed of, and given a choice. For her, it is an easy decision to make. She shakes the hand of the young boy with the deadliest of pirates at his back

Twin performers, hair as red as the dawn, favoured throughout the lands for their talent. However, their troupe leader owes money he does not have, and the elder erases the debt with her own blood, spilled unwillingly one cold night. Framed for her own sister's murder, the younger is forced to flee. Starving in a port not known for its generosity, she finds a young boy staring down at her with the bluest of eyes. When he offers her a chance to make things right, she takes his hand

Their Monikers, spread through carefully painted portraits posted after shabby wanted posters made their debut, spread fear among those that do wrong.

Joker, a man who is as deadly as he is mysterious, always heading the Phantom charge in the dead of night

Skull, who man's their canons with a deadly force, just as loud and bombastic as the artillery he fires

Panther, a beauty with flames that dance from her fingertips, flint sewed into a pair of rose gloves

Fox, as handsome as he is beautiful, hidden in the shadows, master of disguise

Queen, her shots always deadly accurate, blood red eyes haunting survivors until their final breath

Oracle, a mastermind in her own right, planning each heist and raid as easily as planning what to eat for dinner

Noir, a deadly force that spills blood with glee, fighting with elegance, grace, and rage

And Violet, quick with a blade, her hand always steady as she drives it through another victim's chest

They are the Phantom Thieves, pirates of the Velvet Room.

Anyways yeah so there it is. What do y'all think? Thoughts? Ideas? Questions? Please I wanna talk about this

#persona 5 royal #persona 5 au #persona 5 #p5r au #p5r #p5 #p5 joker #ryuji sakamoto #ann takamaki #yusuke kitagawa #makoto niijima #futaba sakura #haru okumura #sumire yoshizawa #phantom pirates au

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cyborg-squid · 8 months ago

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Cake Island Arc is a story about generational trauma, right? right. charlotte linlin, abandoned on eblaf because she's too big, raised by an orphan-seller to be sold later, then abandoned (in Charlotte's eyes, since she doesn't know what she did) by her second mother and all her friends, treated as an outcast because of her crimes.

so then it goes on to make sense that she'd be so obsessed with the idea of every species having a "seat at the table", this deliberate attempt to get back what she had during her childhood, unaware of her own greed and hunger destroyed it. which she then goes on to again, as her entire new realm is made of candy, reflecting both her inner child that she never grew out of, and the fact that it exists solely as something for her to consume, which she literally does during her rampages, even taking back and eating the literal souls of her children... much like Mother Carmel, trafficking in kids for profit. both their children are simply means to an end, especially with Big Mama's use of her children's marriages as a way of spreading her diplomatic influence...

... which brings us to the second family at the heart of Cake Island, Vinsmoke and Germa66. which, my god, could not be more direct about how fascist it is lol. and how, much like Big Mama, it views it's kids as mere tools, tools of domination and conquest, and are similarly using Sanji as a marriage tool for an alliance with Big Mama. and i don't know what else to say here that hasn't already been said, about the very in-your-face similarities between these two families, and how it's the kindness of two of their respective members, Pudding and Sanji, through which the alliance is formed, then broken, then formed again better into a true relationship, now not between two 'families' built on exploitation, but between two individuals who found, if not love, then a connection between them.

and there's also something about it, in the entire Cake Island arc, that the member of Mama's family presented most valorously, next to Chiffon+Lola and Pudding, is Katakuri, and part of what seperates him from the rest of the Big Mama lieutenants, as well as other OP antagonists Luffy fights, is that he truly cares about his siblings and the family that he is a part of, while their own mother treats them as nothing more than disposable. and he's shown through both this and his sheer combat skill, being able to go toe to toe with Luffy, with almost matching abilities, as being worthy of respect, to both Luffy and to the viewer, to the point where at the end of the fight, Luffy covers Katakuri's normally hidden mouth with his hat. not the Straw Hat, to be fair, but even the secondary hat is still a symbol.

#one piece #my posts

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reality-detective · 1 year ago

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The same John Walsh who got a show after his son Adam came up missing.

This 👆 is Adam Walsh the sun of John Walsh

This is Ron DeSantis.

We know that these child trafficking elites have to surrender their children to the higher up satanists. I was doing a little thinking and trying to connect some dots. There are a lot of similarities here 👉 dimples, ears, chin, the eye shape, and yes I know the eye color is different but that can be hidden by contacts.

However they both have a similar birth mark or something in the same spot👆

If Adam Walsh was not murdered/missing and it was a staged event to put John Walsh where he was with his show. What if Adam was raised by handlers to groom him for the position he is in now or even higher? 🤔

Here's a few more facts. 👇

Walsh was one of the first on the ground during 9/11. 👇

He was also one of the first to show up after BOTH Ft. Hood mass shootings. 👇

November 10, 2009 & in 2014

Obama shows up in person to speak while John Walsh was there.

Obama/Clinton were pedophiles and child traffickers, Hillary was involved in sacrificing a 12 year old girl. Löök up pizza gate.

My thinking is John Walsh was into child trafficking. Most of the Hollywood celebrities and athletes have sold their souls to become satanists. They're all brainwashed/MKUltra'd.

Now, I'm not saying this is true, at least not yet, but this is what I have so far as I dive into yet another Rabbit 🐇 Hole 🕳️ trying to connect dots because something is just NOT right about DeepStantis. To be supported by Jeb Bush, Rino's and George Soros should be sending up Red Flags. 🚩

I do hope you're paying attention 🤔

#pay attention #educate yourself #educate yourselves #knowledge is power #reeducate yourself #reeducate yourselves #think for yourself #think for yourselves #think about it #do your homework #do some research #do your own research #do your research #question everything #ask yourself questions #hidden history #hidden in plain sight #hidden secrets #government corruption

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swaeyr · 2 years ago

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ʚ𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝗼𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝗼𝐮𝐥ɞ

prologue~ 514 words CW: trafficking, death, etc.

[This is a WIP and mostly made to improve my writing skills, feel free to leave constructive criticism!

there is no set schedule either.]

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The Death of A Soulmate

“No.. Not now..” The ghost of a voice floated through the brightly lit room, the irony of the situation laughed in her face with a condescending glare to the young woman before him. Death had come to collect her debt, a part of her soul that was no longer of use to the world she resided in, a part of her that belonged to her soulmate of whom she had not met in this lifetime nor the ones before it. She had not been as lucky as the others of this world.

“I know, I’m sorry..” Death whispered back, she took pity on the poor woman having known her brother was the one that held her soul in his hands, the same hands that wished to hold her for all of eternity, but wouldn’t. Her brother was never fond of humans, as curious as he was of them, he never dared walk the waking realm unless necessary. So, they had never met and his soulmate walked the world alone in every lifetime, her soul aching for his in every way possible. The woman in this lifetime was only twenty-nine, still young but the world was not kind to her. She was taken from her home when she was barely thirteen, sold in sex-trafficking to a horrible man who used her until she couldn’t move, and like many times before, he had gone too far.

“It’s time, love..” Death reached out to the woman, “Let’s go.” The woman stared at her for a moment before reaching out towards the delicate hand waiting for her. As skin touched skin, memories of the two meeting before shot through her head, all the lifetimes of memories made their way to her skull and overflowed her senses. She began to cry. She cried for the loss she’s seen, for the lives she will soon forget, and for the soulmate she’d never gotten the chance to meet. Death watched the mortal with a fond smile, “So, do you remember me?”

The woman nodded as a soft smile graced her lips, “Only for a short while..” Soft laughter flooded the room contrasting against the circumstances of their meeting, “Yes,” Death nodded, “Only for a short while..” Then before a moment's notice, the mortal woman was gone and only Death was left in the lonely room.

Alex Burgess, the son of the man who was known to have trapped the Devil inside his basement, was now a father. Granted, through the circumstances of him having a husband, the child was not biologically his, in fact, he had no real relation to the child at all. His daughter was found on his front doorstep, as bizarre as the scenario is, with a note stating he was chosen to care for the child, to which he accepted and loved her as his own. With the King of Dreams trapped in a glass sphere under the mansion he forced his daughter far away in hopes she would never have to get involved, but as the Fates would see it Alex was sure to be disappointed.

#dream of the endless #dream #dream x oc #the sandman #i have no idea what im doing #fanfiction #slay fr

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nityarawal · 1 month ago

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9/27/24

Humble Pie

Morning Songs

Wake Up

All Fresh

And Sparkly

Wake Up

Don't Let Cancel Culture

Arrest Your Soul

Wake Up

The Boys' Club

Is Over

Leaders Don't Know

What To Do

Mr. Poland

Was On The Radio

He Says He's Cozy

Let It Ride

Throwing Billions

At Ukraine

Trafficking

But Mammas'

Meet Loyalty

Refunds

Rewind Now

Mammas'

Are On Our Sisters

Side

That's Mis-use

Of Mommy's Pleasure

Box

That's Misuse

Of Time

This Is Misuse

Of My Dime

This Is Misuse

Of Global Human

Life

Apparently Mr. Poland

Needs Ivermectin

For His Brain Fog

This Time

Do You Know It Won

A Nobel Prize

Take Your Ivermectin

Don't Bug Up

The Ladies

For Pleasure

Take Your Ivermectin

And Do It Yourself

Ukranian Mammas

You

Are No Different

From Californians

We Need Our Homes

And Children

Safekeeping

Glad You Enjoyed

The Hookers

The Perks

Of War

Invitro Lab Baes

But Those Mammas

Sold Out Our

Sisters

And Invitro

Is Not Yours

To Sell

My Womb

Made By Goddess

My Womb

Made For Me

My Daughter

Made With Goddess

My X Turned

Gay

But I Satisfied

And Birthed Her

Out So Beautifully

While He Cloyed

At Isha

Anjali Only

Allowed One "F"

In Her Presence

Then Swam

She Was All Peace

Swimming Out

Between My

Knees

With Just Me

That's When I

Met Anjali

Sweet And

Natural

She Swam

In On Her Back

Floating Effortlessly

To Me

Curious

Eyes Wide Open

Ready For Life

She Locked Eyes

With Mine

Promise Me

Mommy

You'll Protect

In This Life

Little Anjali

Didn't Even

Cry

Little Anjali

Trusted

And Swam

Into This

Life

She Came To My

Breast

Just A Whimper

What Is This

Cold Air

And Midwives

Watching Us

Michelle's

Long White Hair

My Doula

Minette

Radiant

In Service

She Could've

Taken My Husband

He Fancied

Her

But Why Would She

Goddesses Learn

And Build Their Own

Globe

I Taught Her How

To Massage Me

Mother Baby

Recovery

I Took Her To See

Donovan

Society Collumns

Pictured Us

She Had A Flower

Behind Her

Ear

I Had My Baby

In A Sling

She Had A Flower

Behind Her Ear

I Had My

Baby

Blooming

At My Chest

Minette Had A Flower

Behind Her Ear

I Had My

Baby Blooming

In A Sling

We Put Cottonwool

In Her Ears

And She Slept

Through Everything

We Went Thru

The Reception

Line

Met David Lynch

And Russel Brand

Before Americans

Knew Of Him

In 2009

But VIP Holds

Little Allure

When You've

Got A Miracle

On Your Chest

Sneaking Away

For Late Night

Pancakes

Breastfeeding On

The Side

Coffees

Best Night With

Anjali

I Wouldn't Have

Let Anyone

Take Her With

My Life

Best Night With

Anjali

When She Was

Still All Mine

We Danced To

Fleetwood Mac

In My Belly

How Is It

My Goddesses

Could Let My

Little Baes

Be Kidnapped

In British

Warfare

Federal Scams

How Could You

Think You're

Presidency Is

Anymore

Important

Than My Anjali

Prana

Looking In Her

Mommie's Eyes

How Could You

Think You Protected

Her

When 12 Officers

Checked There

Holes

On Trans Bribes

No Thankyou

Merci

How Could You

Think

You Entrusted

Your Daughter

To Mommy

How Could You

Think

You'd Ever Have

A Chance

You Sold Your

Starter Mommy

For A Slovenian

Substitute

And Now You

Want To Push

It On Ukraine

And USA

Billions of Widows

Murdered

You Sold Ivana

Goddess

For So Many

Pleas

Hookers Too

Satisfy Attys

Not Mommies

Kiddies

Once You Get

An Olympian Mommy

You Got Gold

You Sold Our

First Ladies

From Neila

Biden

To Mrs. Trumpleberry

And We Don't

Want Another

Assassination

You Sold Ivana June

To Italian

Prostitution

And We Don't Want

To See

Another Boy Toy

Gettin' Murdered

Nor Melania

Kamala Sold

Doug's Child

To Tranny's Vote

And We've Never

Seen Anything

So Disheartening

Ella Hustled

For Gaza

Raised $8 Million

She Said She Was

Modeling

But Was It Prostitution

Let's Have Her

Parents Watch

Surgeries From

Airforce

Where The

Bros Cut 70 Million

Castrated To The

Core

De-Transitioners

Beg

Please Stop This

War

On Our Brothers

We're Still Men

Just Lost Our

Junk

Can't Perform

And It's In The

Wastebin

Humble Pie

Not The Best

Leaders For Us

But Sweet They

Share Truth Of

Injustice

Humble Pie

You Got Your Ass

Served To You

Humble Pie

Officially Crazy

Hurricane

Helene

Is Ready To

Negotiate

Humble Pie

5150 The Presidents

Humble Pie

And The First

Lady

And Second Gentleman

Humble Pie

Send My Kids

Home To Me

Did You Suicide

Catherine Miller

For Delivering

Isha

Or Stephan Miller

American First Legal

Humble Pie

Is Michelle Still

Alive

Hosting Birth

Matters

Even Though Catherine

Met Her Demise

What About Abi

Odam

And Bonnie

The Old Sandiego Midwife

Practicing Since '70's

Humble Pie

Baby Catchers

Dyke Politics

Put Each Other

Away

Humble Pie

Melinda Gates

Walk-In

Byron Katie

Trans Washing

'Ain't Really

Working

Is It

Merci

Mommies

Naturally

Blessings, Love, Peace, Eternal,

Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal

Encinitasbeachhome.com

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msclaritea · 10 months ago

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Elton John - Good Fight Ministries

"Like so many artists who have sold their souls for rock and roll, Elton John has been immersed in Satanism. In fact Bernie Taupin, who has lived with Elton John and written most of his lyrics, stated that Elton John’s “home is laden with trinkets and books relating to Satanism and witchcraft” (US, July 22, 1980, p. 42). Taupin, like Elton John with whom he collaborates, is also into Satanism. Taupin admits that he decorates his walls with “satanic art” and has further declared, “the occult fascinates me” (People, June 23, 1980). Many artists like Elton John and Bernie Taupin recognize the devil’s hand in their success and realize that their fans do not have a clue that much of their inspiration is the result of demonic beings that use them as puppets to deceive the public. Elton John has admitted that he is deceiving his fans, “Its all a big con,” and adds, “But as long as the public laps it up, I’m quite happy to go on giving it to them.” (Rolling Stone, July 15, 1976, p. 30)

Like all those who rebel against a relationship with the Lord, Elton John lives a lifestyle that is doomed and headed toward destruction. John has stated, “In most artists there’s a self destructive streak. Drugs, sex and doomed liaisons were my form of destruction.” Besides his sexually perverse lifestyle Elton John has been known for his temper tantrums and deep depression. Elton John has had multiple sex partners, “I would walk into a club and see someone I hadn’t even met and I would already have them on the conveyor belt,” declared John. “They’d come out with a Vercase shirt and a Cartier watch at the other end.” After all of John’s worldly success he has not found the true happiness that can only be found through a relationship with the Savior Jesus Christ. John has stated, “One thing that depresses me is that there are so many successful people that are [expletive) miserable with it.” Elton John has sought to fill the depressed, Christless void in his heart to no avail with sexual perversion and materialism. “I haven’t met anybody I’d like to settle down with—of either sex,” says John. John’s sexually perverse influence on the masses is taught by example, through songs as well as in interviews. He has stated:

“There’s nothing wrong with going to bed with someone of your own sex. I just think people should be very free with sex…They should draw the line at goats.” (Rolling Stone, October 7, 1976, p. 17)...

#Elton John #Leader of British Lavender Mafia #Film and Music Industry #London #Wales #Scotland #Ireland #Lil Nas X Sold His Soul For Fame #AND ASS #Satanists #Glastonbury #Child Trafficking #Rogue Intelligence #Money Laundering

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praeteritus-memories-muses · 9 months ago

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Name: Astre Phantomhive "Ciel" Phantomhive

Series: Black Butler

Continuity: Manga

Age: 13

Height: 5'0"

Birthday: December 14th 1876

Birthplace: Phantomhive Estate, England

Orientation: Biromantic / Asexual

Species: Human

Occupation: Earl to the Phantomhive estate

Father: Vincent Phantomhive (deceased)

Mother: Rachel Phantomhive (deceased)

Sibling(s): Ciel Phantomhive (deceased)

Bio:

TRIGGER WARNING: CSA AND HUMAN TRAFFICKING

"Ciel" Phantomhive was born shortly after his twin brother. Though unlike his twin who had perfect health and an extremely friendly personality - "Ciel" was shy and suffered from somewhat severe asthma. As children, Ciel always got to play with Elizabeth and others while he was stuck inside coughing but watching from afar. Even if the two were so vastly different, seeing as so many people preferred Ciel for he was the healther twin, he was still a happy child. Even if he was sickly, he had a dream as a child that one day he could open a toy shop for other sickly children to have toys to play with but a part of him felt like quitting it just so he could be there for Ciel.

It was the twins’ tenth birthday when no one came to prepare them for their birthday dinner. Ciel always seemed to be smarter about darker things than him and decided to leave the room to find out what happened. "Ciel" was all alone, quite frightened being the weaker twin, and ran down the hall just to see where his brother went. All around the mansion were dead bodies, blood smearing the walls. The only thing that was alive at first was Sebastian, the family dog. Just as "Ciel" is running down the halls looking for his brother, that's when Sebastian would take off in a growl. He hears a whimper from Sebastian before opening the door to see his parents and the dog were dead and covered in blood. His scream that day was so loud that surely those in the village nearby heard it, he ran down the hall to see the only surviving servant left but the next thing he knows he’s suddenly taken away and knocked out until he’s shoved into a carriage all tied up.

"Ciel" was absolutely terrified and felt like he was losing all sanity. His parents were dead and Ciel was missing!? At least he thought he was until the twins were recognized as such and thrown into a cage where "Ciel" cried all night with his twin. Pretty soon people would flock to them to try and purchase the twins, which was when a mysterious man had.

The two were sold to a devil-worshiping cult, though the night they were lead to the cult's "church" was when "Ciel" had truly believed the two were saved by a very nice man. That was "Ciel" 's last innocent thought for now belonged to a cult, the twins were brutally tortured and assaulted for an entire month with no promise of escape in sight for the two boys.

Things only went worse on January 14th, 1886. It was the day to finally sacrifice the “lambs” to summon the demon, to which the Phantomhive twins would be the first. They looked to each boy and randomly chose Ciel to take away. "Ciel" screamed and begged for someone to help his brother, trying to reach out for him in the cage he was locked in but no one would help. It was in this moment, watching his brother die brutally from a stab to the heart, that "Ciel" had completely snapped.

With a proclamation against God and everyone inside this cult, some kind of inky black creature would emerge from Ciel's blood. It was a demon, and this demon wanted him for apprently "Ciel" had been the one to call him unknowingly from his proclamations of hared and anger. The demon taunted "Ciel" by telling him he was the one who sacrificed his own brother's soul. It was as he sat there thinking about what to do and how he'd live, that was when he realized that this was all the fault of whomever killed their parents. It was that night that "Ciel" made a deal with Sebastian. The deal was that "Ciel" would give his soul in exchange for killing whomever it was that killed their parents so long as Sebastian didn't lie, disobey him and would protect him at all costs.

Why pretend to be Ciel then? He knew very well that Ciel was the loved one. No one would be happy if the sickly spare returned and "Ciel" blamed himself for the death of his brother. The poor boy has extreme survivors guilt and refuses to believe that he too was loved and cared for by his family. What didn't help was that Ciel was the strong one, how can be be strong when he was the sickly twin who would always gasp from running just a little?

Upon seeing her home's fridge filled with dead rabbtis, wine bottles everywhere, cigarettes in a far too full ashtray, disgusting conditions of her little swimming pool and they found her diary - they deemed Misfortune was living in a home unfit for children and placed her into the foster care system. Her mother didn't really put up much of a fight and her father was instead taking his fury out on her mother more than he already does.

When he returned home, no one knew that "Ciel" was pretending to be his older twin. Everyone simply accepted him back as Ciel with absolutely no questions nor noticed a difference. Perhaps it was the trauma everyone expected to happen caused this or no one really could tell the twins apart aside from their parents. Either way he knows what he has to do, keep the charade until the day comes where he can kill whomever it was that murdered his parents.

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inferno-principe · 1 year ago

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The Boys

Now that they're finally plot relevant, have my references and some info for Yev and his boys!

TWs ahead for Trafficking

Yevgeny Alaxandrovich Novak is a 289 year old Demon of Avarice and a bounty hunter, focusing on acquiring cambions for rich nobles. He was a former human from Belarus, born to a poor family, and eventually was shipped off to Russia to work as an indentured servant. Later, he became an assassin for hire and when he was killed, was reborn in Mezora. Currently, he uses his networks throughout Sheol and Gaia to obtain cambions under the guise of philanthropy. He has known Sasha since childhood and is closest to him out of the others. He speaks fluent English, Russian, and Belarusian, but has since abandoned his mother tongue in favor of the Russian language.

Anatol Nazarov is a 97 year old Demon of Avarice and Yev's second in command. He was also born in Belarus to a poor prostitute and lived as a poor child. When war struck and killed his mother, he was found by a kindly Russian military officer, Captain Mikhail Nazarov. He took the boy in and allowed him to work as a stable hand. Anatol was best friends with the captain's daughter, Fyedora. When she attacked French soldiers in the invasion of 1812, Anatol sold her out, causing both of their deaths. Currently, he is a Mezoran demon and Fyedora is a Brakhavan Major General. He oversees Yevgeny's black market nightclub in Reinach, Mezora. He's closest to Yev in the group, but often butts heads with Caishen.

Henri Montagne is a 12 year old avarice demon and son of two former humans. He grew up in Mezora's commoner slums where survival was a difficult task. Soul supplements were price gouged, crime was rampant and many starved or went rogue, including Henri's family. He was found in Reinach by Yevgeny after he attempted to pick his pockets. He was taken in by the group and became their errand boy. Yevgeny will often take him along on business calls in Mezora to appear more sympathetic, especially when dealing with noblewomen. He speaks French and English and is learning bits of Russian. He calls his crewmates by their diminutive nicknames. He is closest to Sasha in the group.

Aleksander "Sasha" Volkov is a Russian former human and Demon of Avarice, at 301 years old. He was a glassmith on the outskirts of Moscow when he met a young Yevgeny. Taking pity on the scared boy, Sasha became a friend and big brother figure for him, teaching him the Russian language and customs. After a stint in the military, he settled down with his husband and child, while Yevgeny became a deadly assassin. Fearing for his family's safety around Yev, he botched the man's final hit, causing his death. Ever since, Sasha has grown quiet and was consumed with guilt. After his death he was born a demon and eventually met back up with Yevgeny and supported him in his bounty hunting. He is closest to Henri in the group, as he reminds him of his own son.

Caishen Liao is a 2,490 year old nobleman from Reinach, Mezora, and a demon of avarice. He is the son of wealthy nobles and grew up learning his father's trade business. Compared to the others in his group, he has lived a comfortable life. He is currently a successful jewel and ore merchant, with connections in Akri'qar, Dis, and Isiqu, as well as being the personal jewel merchant for Queen Mammon. He chose to financially sponsor Yevgeny, as he found the investment to be worth his while. He aids in wooing cambions, as well as using his business as a guise to further their needs. He is cunning and ruthless and cares solely for the financial gain. He is closest to Yevgeny in the group and despises Anatol, finding him to be uncouth and obnoxious.

#ooc #tw trafficking #{ bounty hunter }

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apotheoun-a · 1 year ago

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Dossier: Kimina Hisaka - History

Early Life

Hisaka comes from humble origins. Sold into a brothel when too young to remember, Hisaka (then Kanomo) began his life as a Kamuro, trailing after his 'older sister'. He showed great promise from a young age and was promoted to shinzō after several decades. His work as a courtesan-in-training brough him into the circle of many minor nobles and shinigami, and thus the seed was planted to leave his brothel and begin life anew. While his life in inner rukongai wasn't bad (not compared to the rumors of what horrors lay on the outer fringes) it was a life chosen for him and not of his own making.

Late one night he stole away from his brothel, taking nothing but the clothes on his back and a portion of his elder-sisters name and enlisted at the Shinigami Academy. He was a student for six years before graduating and joining the Gotei 13.

Originally born (it’s a rare thing for normal souls to produce offspring) in district 54, his parents sold him to a trafficker who eventually resold him at auction to Enzou Hiroshi [円三広四] the owner of a brothel in East District 2, Akebonogawa [曙川]. The brothel Beniro [紅楼] The ‘Vermilion-Lacquered Mansion’, was his home for several decades. He served as a one half of a Kamuro pair (a playful aid reserved for prestigious oiran, most often a child who’s yet to reach sexual maturity) for his first four decades, before being promoted to a shinzō when he aged out of his kamuro role. It’s at this point that he gained the name ‘Kimina’, and discarded his kamuro name ‘Kanomo’.

He trained under a well regarded and successful oiran, Hisakata, who introduced him to the shinigami and noble social circles as part of her entourage. His experience here was bitter-sweet. Life as a courtesan is rife with abuse: emotional, physical, and sexual. While he was largely protected and guarded as a kamuro, his new role as a shinzō afforded him neither the respect of an oiran, nor the security of a kamuro. His chastity nor modesty were commodities any longer. Despite the job his indentured servitude demanded he fulfill he still enjoyed moments of this time. The courtesans around him were his family, his sisters and brothers, his caretakers, friends, supports, mentors, and teachers. They were the ones who looked out for him, who taught him, who fed him when his spiritual abilities began to emerge, and who ultimately (gently) prompted him to flee in the night to enroll in the Shino Academy - the only place where the ownership brand ‘紅’ in his back had no power over him.

Taking only the clothes on his back and a portion of his elder sisters name, in his 61st year, he left the brothel to enroll in the Shinigami Academy as ‘Kimina Hisaka’.

Other Notes: Dossier-Zanpakutō

#ic ; field work #hc ; hisaka #headcanons || twisting on the wings of immortality #just a bit of a lore dump thats been sitting in my drafts for a long time #future installments include his military career (pre exile)!#and maybe the 100 year timeskip following his exile

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traceofexistence · 1 year ago

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this is not a wrong perception of the fandom at all

sadly.

that being said, everyone's story is unique, and in my personal opinion, I find Lae'zel's the most fascinating of them all, though no story lacks.

Karlach's story maybe lacks in different endings, because she was the latest addition to the game, and from datamined info we have part of her story (and other endings of her story) are part of a place in the map we can't go. so there is that, but the fandom hopes for a later dlc of some short to add that part of the map and unlock the other options for her.

shadowheart and gale also have very good stories

and even though everyone's story follows a certain formula: wronged by someone -> condemned to a life that was not their choice -> helped to escape their fate

everyone's story is unique

Lae'zel is from a closed off cult, that she breaks free from

Shadowheart is from a, kidnapped as a child and forced into a religion, and she gets to defy her religion and finds a new faith as she discovers her origins

Astarion is the vampire, I dont need to tell you more you already know

Gale is a talented mage who angered his goddess and she made him to be a suicide bomber to save the world

Wyll is the prince charming who was faced with impossible choices and sold his soul to a devil to save his people, and he tries to break free ever since

and finally Karlach is the case of the abused victim who was trafficked and sold into slavery, and was given a terminal illness, and forced to fight in war, she escapes the hells, and now is faced with being a fugitive and terminally ill.

every character is phenomenally written and the voice acting is absolutely incredible

I wanna share my "BG3 Through Fandom Osmosis" experience:

Baldur's Gate 3 has been trending frequently on here since it's release. Besides being a video game, I had zero knowledge of it. It was trending so often I'd periodically check the tag out of curiosity.

However I was never there very long, because the tag was mainly Astarion. I'd skim the few top posts and get the gist of his deal: asshole with a tragic past, vampire, you can actually fix him, ect. I saw the appeal, but it wasn't there for me personally.

I didn't look any further into the game for a while because I didn't care about the only character getting engagement. Karlach had some attention at first, and she had grabbed mine. Unfortunately, content for her subsided and became outnumbered by Astarion stuff. The only other character I saw that piqued my curiosity in the game was quickly shoved to the side in favor of the vamp.

It wasn't until I saw a post of Wyll that I found out there were other companions to play. I went back to the BG3 tag for him, and imagine my surprise when I found out everything this game has to offer. Quests, character creation, multiple choices and endings, more hours of various content than Game Of Thrones or Lord of the Rings. You name it, this game has it. You can even play without the vamp! He's not strictly necessary for game completion! Endless gameplay options, but I had no idea because I saw NO content besides Astarion.

Is it nice to see a white guy that's actually a well developed character? Obviously! I like seeing people talk about him with actual canon instead of stuff people gleamed/made up about him. (At least most of the time.) That said, it's a disservice to anyone unfamiliar/interested in this game to give Astarion sole focus.

What if, and this is blasphemous I know, someone isn't drawn in by him? If there's no content for anything else, the assumption will be he's the best part of the gaming experience. From an outside perspective, you'd think BG3 is nothing more than a ~Special White Guy~ Dating Simulator. If you have no interest in him, why would you ever look further into the game?

If there's no new people playing BG3 and/or participating in fandom, then eventually even Astarion content will run dry. I don't want that for anyone in any part of this fandom! However, you've gotta have fans of different parts of the media itself if you want to keep a fandom alive.

It's also a bit insulting to the anyone who worked on anything non-Astarion related. All the energy that went into this massive game, only for everything outside of a singular character to go mainly ignored? While I've heard the other companions are "less developed", none of them are underdeveloped. They hold different parts of the game in themselves. There's so much to learn and work off with them. You're genuinely missing out on the game by ignoring them!

General Fandom Disclaimer™️: I'm not bashing anyone's love of him. If he's what you're drawn to, he's what you like. It's not your job to make fan content or engage with anything outside of your likes. Fandom is an individual experience, not advertising or a recruiting service. It's just personally frustrating cause there's literally an entire world outside of that vampire, but you wouldn't know that from looking at this fandom.

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itstheghostofmypast · 2 years ago

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Love is like Fire

Five x F.Reader (Pyrokinesis)

H.C - lowkey story like

Powers: Pyrokinesis

Codename: Arson

Summary: Love, a word that held little meaning for him, a word that would disgust him. Love, a word that would haunt her, remind her of the purity that was stolen from her, replaced by the of gift sent from Hell. Love, a word that had ignited a new flame within him. Love, a word that had her burning with passion at the thought of him. Love, that had taught both the meaning of 'forever', the fragility of morality and chaos.

Genre: Angst/Fluff

WARNINGS: Suicidal thoughts, mention of domestic violence, child abuse, human trafficking, self-hate, murder to some extent (yeah, i was on a roll)

Requested by: @madelynmulford (okay, so I know you gave a simple request, but I kinda went ahead and added a bit too much- I'm so sorry and I hope you like it (」ﾟﾛﾟ)｣ )

Love, what is love? Great minds from all over the world, for centuries, have pondered upon the true, exact meaning of this horrid abstract presence- one that can be considered as a feeling, a gesture, or even a physical act. More importantly, what is considered love? What is the most accurate and favored form of love? A mother's love, one that is deemed to be unconditional and eternal, or a father's love, is often categorized as tough love, one that raises his children as warriors. Or perhaps the love of a soul mate claimed to be as gentle as the morning breeze, soft as dandelions, and pure as an angel's kiss. To Five Hagreeves, all that was bullshit. A mother who sold him, a father that just trained him as a soldier, and no matter how much he claimed to love Delores, at the back of his mind, he knew she was only with him because he was the last man alive. So to him, love was a complicated subject, and all the branches attached to it.

Which is why, when he first met her, he had no clue as to why he felt like he was on fire- well, at that moment he was literally on fire as well.

He wasn't supposed to be doing that alone tonight. This was a military base he was sent to and the 25-year-old was told by the Handler that he'd have assistance but at the moment, he was blinking around the base, avoiding as many bullets as he could, praying he didn't run out of juice. Unfortunately, blinking into a dead end was not how he thought he'd end up dying, frankly, he thought he'd go back in time, and f*** up the timeline a few times with his siblings- either dying in the process of actually living a decent life.

"In my defense, I'm not really American." He said raising his hands, as all guns were aimed at him, "Ah shit-"

Several clicks were heard as they aimed, ready to fire, but as they were about to, the tips of their guns began to burn orange for a split second before melting. Confused, the guards exchanged a look before they heard someone scream, a guard had caught fire, followed by another, then another and in a matter of minutes, the entire fleet was on fire. Their horrifying screams echoed across the base. One of them pounced on Five as he blinked away, out of the building and into the parking lot, surrounded by tanks.

"What the f***-"

"Your shoulder is on fire."

"What? SHIT" patting away the fire he stared at the burnt hole in his coat, examining the damage.

"Wanna see something cool?"

He turned to finally look at the person, she was sitting on top of the tanks, staring at the buildings of the base with a look in her eyes- he'd seen that look before. A shiver ran down his spine as he blinked her in, a woman radiating an ethereal presence, one that poured out strength....and violence. She wasn't wearing the usual commission uniform either, no, in fact, she was dressed in all black. A stealth suit- who was this woman and why did she make his palms all sweaty? Suddenly a deafening screech rang across the field, causing him to cover his ears as one by one, each building exploded, the raging fire eating the concrete jungle before them. He heard her chuckle, eyes wide as he stared at the amusement in her eyes, she was enjoying this, the act of burning everything to ashes, the screams of pain and- MOTHER F***ER

"The FILE IS STILL INSIDE"

"WHAT." Her head whipped in his direction, another boom echoing in the back, "THE HELL WERE YOU DOING IN THEIR FOR THE PAST THREE HOURS''

"TRYING NOT TO DIE- YOU'VE BEEN HERE FOR THREE HOURS AND DIDN'T COME INSIDE TO HELP ME???"

That is how the two first met, the first mission the two had together- screwing it up perfectly. Hence, the two stood in front of the Handler who sighed, staring at the two,

"I know her tendencies but you, Five, darling I thought you were better than this"

"She didn't show up on time- in fact, she almost killed me in the process too!!

"Is that right Arson?"

"N-ye-maybe"

Taking a deep breath, the blonde looked at the girl then at Five, "Tell you what, from now on, both of you will be partners. Learn each other's strengths and weaknesses and make it work. I have high expectations from both of you- do not let me down."

"But-"

"No buts Arson, your track record is declining and your previous partner left some complaint in HR- we need to fix that, understood?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Good girl, now here's another file, I expect both of you to handle this one properly."

Therefore, Five decided to be civil, for two reasons, firstly because the Handler had demanded them to do so and he didn't want to ruin his end of the bargain and secondly, this tug deep within his shrunken, dried-out heart forced him to look past the recent catastrophic events of mass homicide- at least try to.

"You can go through it first." he offers.

"I will." she muttered quickly skimming through the file and closing it, "Here." she offered it to him.

"Thanks", reaching for it, with a surprised expression, not expecting her to be so normal, his fingers were an inch away from the file before it caught fire. Hissing from the heat that barely scraped his fingertips he glared at her.

"oops~"

To say that the two got off on the right foot would be plain stupid. He didn't like her- no he loathed her, in fact, he believed (and told the Handler several times) that this little burnt-out lighter should be behind bars, or even better PUT OUT. He never understood why the Handler didn't do anything. This woman- or as everyone called her Arson was completely chaotic, destructive, and a sociopath. Not to mention she was OUT OF CONTROL. It was incredibly difficult to do anything with her, even a simple conversation would break into an argument. For example, when they exchanged immediate personal information, such as their names;

"Five Hargreeves"

"Arson."

"Is that actually your name?"

"No, but there is no need to tell disposable people my name."

"I'm sorry, but last I checked, all of us were disposable."

"Apology accepted, but you were wrong, though I wouldn't worry about it, you won't be staying too long anyway."

"Come again, flamethrower?"

"What.did.you.call.me?"

Let's be real, it's not like she wanted a partner it is very true that the night at the base, she was about to kill him too. She'd just say he turned into collateral damage and that was that, but she didn't know he could...blink. Was the Handler collecting beings like her now? Anyway, if this was their boss' pathetic attempt at taming her, she was a fool- she'd burn this dude to a crisp in a matter of days. Or so she thought she would.

Five was no idiot, he didn't like her, that much was evident, but he wasn't egotistical enough to call her useless. No, she was the exact opposite. She was a genius, she knew what she was doing and how to do it. The way her eyes would calculate the area and presence around them before battle, often mumbling about how the weather would affect her powers- the drier the weather the better it was for her. Often he would spot a book in her hand, literature of old age, literature of a variety of languages, which is why when she spoke in fluent Russian during a mission he wasn't surprised- especially when she looked at him with that shit-eating grin as if taunting it. He just shrugged in response though, he had long figured out she could speak more than one language. Unfortunately, all that brain was useless when it came down to the concept of 'morality and boundaries.' For even though she looked like an angel, the demon inside her burning soul spoke in volumes that could put hell to shame. It would haunt him, the killings, he'd get up at the dead of the night, drenched in a cold sweat, heart pounding against his rib cage but her, no, he'd never seen her flinch while she was awake, let alone have nightmares at night. He had seen her torture, purely for fun- especially men. Most of the time, their missions were simple in and out, but for some reason, as they would be leaving, the screams of men on fire would be bouncing around behind them.

He bothered her, he really did. She knew he'd complain to the Handler about her, but he'd never quit being her partner. It was aggravating. She had not been partnered up in so long, let alone FOR so long as well. It had been 2 years and he'd been putting up with her- what was more surprising though is that he never really 'insulted her . She knew she was a monster, one that was sent from hell itself, yet, there were the briefest moments where he'd say these things and just leave her with her thoughts- she would know that he was upset, but he wouldn't take it out on her. Just leave for a while, the next morning he'd get up as if nothing happened.

"Must you do that every time?"

"Do what?"

"Set people on fire? For God's sake Arson, that wasn't even needed."

"Why are your panties in a knot, you got feelings for them or something-"

"No. But I see no need for murdering people for fun."

"Who said it's fun?"

"Whatever it's worth Arson, I think you don't know why you do it too." with that he blinked out of the car, leaving her sitting alone with herself.

He was right. She didn't know. She was Arson, and setting things on fire was her job. Her powers, this curse, was all she had, all she was, and never in a million years have fire or anything related ever been described as anything but demonic or hell sent. This was who they wanted her to be, what they said she'd turn into, so why was this wrong?

Love, disgusting thing ain't it? Hell, he still wasn't sure if it was love, but when he'd look at her, sitting in the car as he blinked out, he felt an unsettling mixture of emotions settle in the pit of his stomach. He knew he wasn't wrong, she was out of control. There is a difference between being chaotic-good and just plain messed up and right now, she was borderline messed up. What bothered him the most was the most important question, why did he care? Why did he care about her wellbeing, how she felt, how her choices reflected her- none of that was his business. Hell, he didn't even know her real name, yet, for some reason, for the past whole year, he had been trying to figure her out, to peel away the layers- he knew, his gut told him, there was more to what she was, more to all this fire and destruction. Maybe it was because of her powers, the fact that she had powers too, just like him, made him feel a bit better about himself, less lonely. She was the first person he had seen in years who didn't gawk at him in awe when he blinked, someone who wasn't scared of him either- she looked him dead in the eye. He wanted to talk to her, for some reason he felt like that may solve this a bit, but he was no conversationalist, nor was she- moreover, he was sure she couldn't care less about him.

Well, at least that's what he thought- to some extent she thought the same, you know, not caring about him. Unfortunately, the little blue bird in her cage felt differently. One of the blessings of having her powers was that in winter- she was a human heater. The cold never bothered her, she'd rid of her stealth suit as well. Ironically, she'd switch to what Five later described as - the Deigo outfit- a leather jacket, covering a basic white tank top, a pair of faded jeans, and combat boots. Now, to any sane person, she looked like a lunatic, especially when they were sent to Alaska, during the harsh winters.

Five had seen the winter through the apocalypse, one of the worst kinds, but recently, he had decided that this was the worst kind of winter he had ever had the pleasure to deal with. Not only was it cold, but they got ambushed, the temperature had affected his ability to blink and they were lost in a blizzard. What was more surprising throughout the entire thing, she had stayed in control she was keeping her destruction in check ever since he confronted her in the car- almost two years ago. See, he knew there was a little morality within her.

"I can see a building nearby."

"What if there are people there-"

"Five, that place is busted up and it's freezing here, I assure you, it's abandoned."

That is how the two ended up inside the abandoned building. She was searching for something to burn while he was looking for something to wrap himself up with, unfortunately, there was nothing there. The place was an abandoned lab, almost empty, minus a few tables and chairs- empty vials and shattered glass on the floor. He hissed as the freezing sensation begin to take over his body, at this point, he couldn't even feel his fingers anymore, the tips blue- shit. She came back into the room, closing the door behind her, holding a pile of papers she had found, they were wet, but she could easily burn them. Turning to look for him, she paused, until she noticed him on the floor, shivering in a fetal position.

"Shit- FIVE" running to him, she placed the papers beside him, setting them on fire. She took off her jacket, placing it over his shoulders as he pushed it away, mumbling; "No...you'll get co-oh-old" he shivered.

"Shut up man." she snapped back, her jacket was small for him, naturally. Nonetheless, she pulled it closer, rubbing her hands together, then taking a deep breath, "I have an idea...but...I...tell me if it gets too warm okay?" she muttered, dragging him to a corner as she sat him down first. He could only groan in response, too fazed out. She sat beside him, pulling him closer, wrapping her arms around him as she hugged him close. His face buried in her shoulder, she took a deep breath before closing her eyes, "Five...I need you to live through this okay? Just...just focus on my voice." When she got no response she shook him-violently- earning a, "yes... please you're warm." He snuggled closer to her, wrapping his arms around her frame, laying there, semi on top of her, as his cheek pressed against the exposed skin of her neck. He was almost asleep- his body going in and out of consciousness until he heard her, she was reciting a poem. He knew that poem;

"There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him,

I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you."

"Ch-Charles B-Bukowski" he whispered, earning a chuckle from her, it was beautiful. Not once in these years of knowing her, had he heard her. "Shhh...just don't fall asleep okay? I need to concentrate, otherwise, I may potentially burn you."

there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out

but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke

and the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks never know that

he's in there.

He could feel her body warm up, the numbness from his body slowly fading, allowing his mind to work in overdrive- the usual way it did. If he could warm up just a bit more, he could blink the two out of there, possibly to someplace warmer. He wanted to tell her this, but he wanted to listen to her as well, this was slowly starting to make sense to him.

There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out

but I'm too tough for him, I say stay down, do you want to mess me up?

You want to screw up the works?

You want to blow my book sales in Europe?

She pulled him closer, honestly so lost in the moment that she didn't notice him looking up at her. How her breath was shaky and her lip was quivering. He had never seen her so vulnerable. There was much more to this woman and he knew it- and he was right to.

There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out

but I'm too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody's asleep.

I say I know that you're there, so don't be sad.

Her breath hitched, eyes clenching harder as she let out a small whimper. Five slowly sat up, pulling her closer, in an actual embrace, his chin placed on top of her head, as she let out a muffled sob. He was glad how well she was controlling her powers because Handler had warned him about how she would lose control of them whenever she was emotional. He waited for a moment, to check if she would finish the poem, but her silent crying against his chest told him otherwise. He felt better now, warmer, enough to get them out of this shit hole. Taking a deep breath he whispered to her,

then I put him back, but he's singing a little

in there, I haven't quite let him die and we sleep together like that

with our secret pact and it's nice enough to make a man weep,

but I don't weep, do you?

With that, he blinked them out of there, into the last motel they had checked into. She had not realized they were in a different place, but then again she was drained, more importantly, she was staring up at him in awe. Watching how his lips would move, pouring out each word of Bukowski's BlueBird with such grace. It only occurred to her that they had blinked when the dim lights of the room illuminated his angular face, casting shadows to make him look even more handsome than he already was. That was it, with that she groaned, falling onto the bed, eyes slowly closing as he got off the bed- honestly, he hadn't thought of blinking right onto the bed, but maybe his tired brain had thought of it. He pulled her shoes off, tucking her in, only for her to whine in her sleep and toss the blankets off her, turning to the other side - the cooler side of the bed. That's when he noticed something on her back, her tank top, and rode up due to her movements, revealing a good portion of her back. He knew he wasn't supposed to, it was wrong and disrespectful, but the tattoo peeking out forced him- curiosity to get the better of him. Making sure to cover her front with the sheets, his fingers reached for the hem of the material, slowly pushing it upwards, exposing her back, his fingertips brushing against her warm skin. His breath hitched at the sight of what was tattooed between her shoulder blades, a fire poppy. With a heavy sigh, he adjusted her attire, fixing it properly and tucking her in once more- there was so much more to her, each piece he discovered would make him feel as if he was punched in the heart- was this....love?

Naturally, the next morning he never brought up the tattoo, knowing she'd burn him to bits, especially when he realized she never mentioned the poem either- or the fact that she was crying the entire time. She was back to her a**hole routine, much to his displeasure.

"Man, could you have brought us to a hotter place???"

"It's not that hot, Arson"

"Yeah, says the guy whose balls freeze at the slightest of breeze."

"Nice to see you're doing much better-"

"Mention last night again and I'll kill you."

"But I like Charles Bukowski too-"

"NEVER AGAIN."

So yes, Charles Bukowski, the Bluebird, or even the tattoo were never mentioned again. For a very, very long time. The only change that had occurred after that night was that she was slightly more open, when it came down to trivial conversation, while Five. Oh, well that man was in a pickle, for he had developed a new trait when he was around her- possessiveness. When they'd be on a mission, he'd be sending death glares to anyone looking at her, when she'd be in a fight, his attention would be on her, blinking around her, keeping enemies away from her- she didn't notice though. Or at least he thought she didn't. She did though. She noticed everything, how he would watch her every move, how he would be gentle with her. When he'd get himself a coffee in the morning, he'd get her something cool to drink, often a fresh juice, claiming it was healthy. He bought her a new leather jacket, even though she told him not to,

"No."

"I owe it to you."

"You can pay back by SHUTTING UP IM BUSY"

"Are you going to set something on fire?"

"Five, please, I haven't in so long and that man looks like a creep, look at how he's staring at those kids and I just-"

"You realise you can just go punch him."

"The smell of ashes is bette- and he just grabbed that kid great. THANKS, A LOT"

It's safe to say that Five managed to blink there, grab the kid and blink away before the man was mysteriously set on fire- a fire that could not be put out even by water.

"Feeling better?"

"Much...we should do this more often."

Things rolled like this for some time, usually, he'd be cleaning up her mess or at least making sure she didn't cross any boundaries, in return, she would only become 'destructive' when he would deem fit, not that she minded it- he was violent, she knew it, but then again, he was Five. The Handler's new favorite, the commission's best member. For her though, he was slowly becoming something very important, something she could cling on to, something permanent- someone permanent, someone who cares. Though she would remind herself, again and again, how that was what she WISHED he was, for just how everyone thought she was a monster, he did the same, only instead of being scared, he was trying to tame her. Or so she'd tell herself, the bluebird could stay in that cage of fire, or she'd burn it.

He began to make it difficult for her though, other than his usual protectiveness, he would sometimes just sit with her in silence, watching people go by. He'd play a tune, and lower the volume enough so it was only a faint whisper in their ears. On one particular occasion, 1st October, the most horrid day of her life- her birthday-, they were sitting in the car, they were done with their mission. So now, they were parked in a drive-in restaurant, waiting for whatever Five had ordered for them.

'Here, I got you something for your birthday" he spoke up out of the blue, handing her a wrapped object

"Oh..." She looked at the rectangular object, wrapped in shiny...blue paper- it was the same color you'd see when he'd blink. Around the paper was a red ribbon, tied up into a pretty bow. "I...ehem.. thanks but I didn't get you anything."

He shrugged staring ahead at the waiters on roller skates, "don't need to..."

He watched her eagerly rip it open, fingers hapting as she whispered to herself, "no way..."

"Open it." He urged her, waiting for her to see what was inside.

Flipping open the book she read on the first page, it was a note, from Charles Bukowski addressed to her, "To dear Arson, interesting choice of name. May the fire within your keep you forever warm." Her fingers traced the ink, staring at the paper, not only did he get her an original "The Last Night Of The Earth Poems" but he got it signed too.

"Do you like it, Arson?' he whispered, leaning to look at her expressions as she turned away, facing the window. He heard her sniff as he chuckled, reaching for her hand, giving it a light squeeze.

Clearing her throat she wiped her eyes with her free hand, before facing him. "It's Y/N"

His grip tightened on her hand, moving closer as he stared at her, "What was that?"

"My name...it's Y/N".

"It's...beautiful..."

This was it, he was finally getting to know her, his heart was beating like crazy, her hand warm in his ears ringing as he admired her beauty, leaning closer to her. He didn't know what he was doing, but his body was reacting on its own, eyes closing, that is until she gasped, accidentally slapping him- "FOR GOD'S SAKE ARSON". Well, he misread the situation.

"I know what to give you as a gift."

"What?"

"I won't use my powers for three missions."

"....so no burning?"

"Well, I can see how you always almost piss yourself when I seem to be punishing evil people-"

"...because being the lawyer, judge and executioner is -"

"Yes, yes, wrong we've had this discussion before BUT ONLY 3."

"Who knows Arson- Y/N, you might even like it, hand to hand combat is much more cathartic."

He was right, it was tiring, but it felt so much better. The crunch of someone's bone under your knuckles felt good- though when she told Five this he responded with a chuckle and an "as long as its bad guys."

They made a routine out of this, she'd only use her powers when necessary, and he'd cover her when needed- which was apparently more than often. Yes, she did notice, but never said anything, for some reason, knowing someone cared about her made her feel a bit...less angry. She began to feel this way once she told him her name, it felt sweet and tingly, every time he'd use it when they were alone, even when he'd ask her the simplest of things, like what she wanted to eat. Five didn't mind the rate of this progress, he knew she was opening up to him, and frankly speaking, he was more concerned about her well-being most of the time to care about whether she loved him or not. Ironically, he was overprotective of her, the urge to be around her all the time was irritably strong. He wanted to go back to his family as well, but the math was still off and he wanted to know if he could take her- it's not like anyone appreciated her here. But would she want to or rather how long would it take her to let him in?

It was supposed to be a simple mission, go in, get a file and not kill anyone in the process- okay, so not killing anyone was difficult for both Y/N and Five. Though she had avoided burning anyone to death, they were outnumbered. Five had blinked ahead, while she was supposed to be the distraction. Five had made sure to hurry up, because as much as he trusted her ability to defend herself, the last thing he'd want is for her to get hurt because of him- especially when they weren't allowed to kill anyone here.

She was doing fine, in fact, she had managed to bust up more than a dozen men who had come at her, everything was fine until a familiar face caught her eye. She had seen that man before, who was running towards her with a bat. Frozen in place, her breath hitched, her brain switching off at the sight of the attacker. She had seen that necklace before, that face, she knew him- Five blinked back to where he had left her, file in hand, he was about to call her out when he heard a loud thump, only to see her falling to the ground, being tackled down by a man. He was about to blink to her before she reacted, her hand on fire, colliding with the man's face who hissed in pain. He fell backward, holding onto his face, staring at her as she stood up, slowly approaching him.

"Shit." Five hissed, blinking to her only to blink away when her whole body lit up on fire. "ARSON SNAP OUT OF IT!"

"You filthy swine!" she hissed, "How much do you think I'm worth now?!" her hand extended forward, aiming for him as the man begged her for his life.

"NO!" Five blinked in front of him, staring at her, "Y/N listen to me, okay? Our instructions are clear-"

"MOVE OR DIE!"

"THEN DO IT!" he glared back at her, turning his head to stare at the man with now a burnt cheek, "Get out of here, NOW!" with a curse the man ran away leaving-

"NO!" she screeched aiming for him again but Five got in the way, shaking his head, "Y/N, please! Listen to me! This isn't right-"

"FIVE MOVE OR HE'LL DO IT AGAIN!"

"Whatever it is we can't mess with it!" he yelled back moving closer to her, hissing at the heat radiating off her ablaze body. He extended his hand, reaching for hers, "Don't be the monster they want you to be" he yelled before grabbing her hand, waiting for the burning sensation, but it never came. Her body was normal again, skin warm against his. sighing in relief he pulled her closer, hugging her as he kissed the top of her head, "Let's go - NO" he blinked away. It all happened in a split second, one moment he was holding her, and the next he was gone. She whipped around at the sound of a gunshot, he had blinked behind her, protecting her. Panicked she grabbed onto his falling form, looking at him as he hissed in pain, eyes trailing down to the blood on his shirt, the stain growing larger by the second.

"Shit- f*** Five, WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?" she yelled at him before looking at the man who had fired the shot, "YOU-"

"Y/N" he coughed, gripping onto her arm, "I'm blinking us out of here." he groaned, not waiting for a response as he blinked them away, safe in their motel room. He blinked up at her slowly, eyes growing heavy as he chuckled, "Are you...crying?"

"Shut up" she hissed, pressing a hand to his wound, "I'll fix you up- I- don't die on me okay," she said trying to get up but he kept her still, hand on her arm, his breathing shallow. "Wait, Y/N, you need to know that I-I love you." he groaned before blacking out.

His eyes snapped at the loud boom, sitting up only to wince and fall back on the bed- oh shit, they were back at the motel, and- holy shit did he survive? Pulling up the blankets he saw that he was wrapped up, pretty professionally too. Glancing around the room his eyes landed on her sleeping form, seated in the chair beside him, brows furrowed. Slowly reaching for her hand, he winced when she slapped his hand, staring up at her he gulped, "Hey-"

"No. No hey, nothing. How dare you say something like that and almost die?"

"Actually, I thought I was dead, you patched me up well."

"I didn't have a partner for a long time, so I had to learn to do it."

"Y/N about what I said-"

"Forget it. I don't love you."

Her words stung, his heart felt like it was being squeezed tight, "You don't love me...or you don't want to admit it-"

"I am unworthy of such things. Are you blind?? Don't you see Five? I'm a monster! I'm not like you! I have no code of conduct, no morals- I almost killed you!" she cut him off, about to stand up only for him to grab her wrist and pull her back down.

"But you didn't! You aren't a monster Y/N! F*** I'd love you even if you were"

"DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT LOVE IS?"

He stared at her, grip tightening around her wrist, he knew she could tell he had no clue about it, hell, he didn't even know if what he felt was love, but he knew he wasn't letting her go.

"Five..." she whispered, leaning closer, her words soft, "Love...is for the pure, for the worthy, I am neither. If you knew anything about me, you'd kill me yourself-"

"Then tell me." he spat, pushing away the sheets, glaring at her, "I don't know a damn thing about you, yet, here I am all putty in your hands- You think I like feeling this weak, woman? I give you my all and you just push me away, what do you think I am?" he seethed through gritted teeth, inches away from her face, "Do you think I'm some kind of saint? I've done shit you can't even begin to imagine. I don't enjoy feeling this way Y/N, I don't have to protect you but I do because I want to... I don't know why, and just like why you don't know why you like burning people to death, you don't know why you shouldn't let me love you. You think you're filthy and a beast, well let me break it to you, you have no idea" he whispered, "what a monster is.`` With that he let go of her as soon as he noticed the fear in her eyes, "I-I'm sorry I just..." he trailed off staring at the wall behind her, maybe he was mad at her. For once, hearing her reject him so openly and bluntly was not something he expected or rather was not something he was ready for.

"I'm...sorry," she whispered, his eyes darting to her face, her orbs fixated on her hands as she sat back down in the chair beside his bed. "I...I don't tell you anything because...I don't want you to leave." she whispered, biting her lip to hold back a sob.

"You've tried to kill me several times, Y/N." he stated bluntly laying back down as he stared at the ceiling, "You don't have to talk about it, I understand you don't feel the same way-"

"That man, the one you saved..3 years from now, he's going to buy a little girl from a horrible excuse of a father and put her up for auction."

Head whipping in her direction, he stared at her wide-eyed, letting out a shaky, "W-what?"

"I...This girl was born on 1st October 1989, to a poor couple who could not conceive. With an abusive husband, the wife would often be the victim of his abuse, before their child's birth. Once, the child was born, things got worse between the two, neither could...have a child, yet, here she was, their baby girl. The wife thanked every entity possible for this miracle but the husband, no, he hated the birthed creature...called it...satan's unwanted child. He wasn't wrong though, they soon discovered the child had powers of the sort- a curse as the husband named it. Fire. She could set things on fire, her whole body could light up ablaze and she'd be alright. In winters, her body would grow warmer, but the wife didn't care, she l-loved her daughter. Like nothing she had loved before, she'd protect her child from everything, the world, the evil spirits, and her husband. Whenever he'd bea- punish his wife, she'd tell her daughter to cover her ears and close her eyes, count to 100 and it'll be okay. It would, every time she'd open her eyes after counting...things would be back to normal, she'd see her mother smile at her and the husband wouldn't be there anymore." She sighed, staring at her hands, ashamed to look at him, "One night though...she... she opened her eyes before she could reach a hundred and she saw what he was doing to her...she doesn't remember much after that, only the sound of her mother screaming in pain. She woke up to find the ashes of everything around her- her whole world lost...her mother, the only person to see him as a human, the only person to love her, her world, the only person fighting this war for her...lost. Next thing she knows, she is at an orphanage..." she stopped to look at him, wondering if he was still listening, meeting his emerald orbs, swirling with emotion.

"Then?"

"The place was a front...it was a brothel or something run by the headmaster...the girl was different though, she was the headmaster's favorite." Five wasn't sure how or why, but once again he felt this fire ignite, reaching for her hand, gently clasping it in his as he looked at her to continue, "One day, there comes a man, I don- the girl didn't know what he wanted but she heard him argue with the headmaster, then he came in her room telling her how he owned her now. Next thing she knows she's in a cage, on a stage, surrounded by these people- monsters- they were yelling number and" her breath hitched, gipping his hand as her words caught her throat, clenching her eyes shut as she leaned forward, resting her forehead against the hand that was holding onto hers.

"Was it the same man as today?"

"Y-yes...she did it again though when he pulled her out of the cage she ...lost control, blacked out and woke up to a lady standing in front of her...offering her a job. She told her she'd give her a new life, a new identity and she took it."

There was silence after that, neither knew what to say for a while. He watched her silently weep, holding onto his hand, he wondered what it would've been like if his father had adopted her too. Maybe she'd be different, happier, safer, less broken- not saying that his childhood was any better, but compared to what she had just told him, it was a f***ing blessing. After almost an hour of crying she slowly sat up, staring at their hands, "Please...Five, I'm okay as Arson- a monster-, that's who I am and who I'll be forever."

"You're not, you're Y/N, the strongest person I have ever met. You're no monster, I've never seen you kill an innocent person in our time together- you may have a f***ed up sense of execution, but it isn't wrong...sometimes, it's okay to not see the grey between the black and white." He smiled at her, bringing her hand to his lips, kissing it gently, "I'm not asking you to love me, I just need you to know you're are worth so much more than you think- and I'll take a bullet for you over and over again-"

"Please don't do that again, if you hadn't blinked us out I'm pretty sure I would've burned everything to the ground, you included."

"Understood...I have...one more question, what does the fire poppy represent, the one um.." averting his gaze he cleared his throat, "On your back."

"I won't ask how you know that, but my mother used to call me a fire poppy, and then...poppies represent remembrance...and she was my world."

"Oh." was all he said before sighing as he closed his eyes, "Y/N, I know you don't love me, but I think I'm f***ed."

"Why?" she asked, averting her gaze from her lap when she didn't get a response, only to find him asleep, still holding onto her hand. For the first time in a long while, she had felt something, she felt loved. Staring at their hands for a moment, she leaned closer to him, thinking for a moment before placing a soft kiss on his lips, whispering, "You never let me say I love you too."

Naturally, the next morning when he woke up, he found her curled up next to him, holding onto him for her dear life. He wanted to wake her up, but stopped when her eyes met his, "Morning sleepy head, did you enjoy kissing me while I was asleep?" Instantly pulling away- falling off the bed with a loud thud- she stared up at him, face flushed, "y-you were awake??" The only response she received was the sound of his laughter, making her blush harder.

The two were considered a couple, not that anyone in the commission knew. No one in their right mind could imagine the horrid Arson to be so human and for Five to like someone like her. The Handler didn't care, she was getting results and her plan of taming Arson was going well, what she didn't know was the Five had no plans of letting anyone use or manipulate his little firecracker anymore.

To say they were an ideal couple would be a bit far-fetched, most of the time, they'd be arguing- as usual. Though Five never cared about it, he enjoyed seeing her all angry, it made him feel like she cared- which she did, don't get him wrong, but the way she'd turn all red and whine when she was angry was adorable.

"Five."

"Yes?"

"Where's my cola?"

"Orange juice is better and healthier."

"But I DON'T WANT ORANGE JUICE"

Nonetheless, he would often be her moral compass as well, though she would claim to be his 'moral compass.' Usually, when they'd be on missions, he'd be stopping her from committing arson for fun- even if the base belonged to bad guys, and she'd be stopping him from becoming more violent when his overprotectiveness would kick in. He'd make it a habit to calculate whether it would be okay to kill certain people if they were irrelevant to the timeline but had managed to hurt her during a mission and then he'd go after them.

"Why are you covered in blood????"

"Don't worry, it's not mine."

"HOW IS THAT BETTER FIVE?"

"Remember that group of guys that got away when you got shot and I blinked us out?"

"yeah..."

"Well, I happened to bump into those a**holes and taught them a lesson."

"...Five you went out to get dinner."

"Shit."

When he told her about traveling back to stop the apocalypse she just shrugged, saying she'd be okay with whatever it was, as long as it was with him. Honestly, it wasn't any of her business, rules, codes, the math, all that shit didn't matter to her anyway, even before she had realized how she felt about him, and clearly, that wasn't going to change. All she needed was him, and everything would be okay.

At forty, the two had decided to tie the knot in secret, she never wanted anything flashy- frankly, when he proposed to her she set the magazine she was holding on fire.

"I'll take that as a yes."

But when it came down to traveling back in time, he wasn't sure if he should take her anymore. Not because he didn't trust her, but over the years he had learned that deep inside she was nothing more than a fragile little girl, one that was naive enough to trust the world over and over again. More importantly, he was well aware of his impulsive and violent tendencies when his overprotectiveness would kick in like a bull all he'd see is red. It was destructive, to say the least. It's not like he didn't enjoy her company, he did, being together uncovered a whole new side of her, a side of Y/N, one that wasn't Arson. Sure, she was still snappy and an a**, but that came along with the package, a bundle, a girl who would stay up all night with him, while he'd be working on the math. Making him coffee out of the blue, he never asked her to, even when he was craving it, she just knew. Another thing about her that made his heart beat like crazy was her sudden impulsive streaks of affection, he'd be sitting and reading in silence only for her to slam open the door and run to him, smothering his face with kisses then walk away as nothing had happened. He'd be making breakfast only to feel her wrap her arms around his waist, pressing her face on his back, muttering nonsense about a weird dream. She was no saint, but she had become the warmth of his life, the kindling fire of his joy. For someone who could speak multiple languages and had command of most literature of the century, she had her...as he'd call it, Diego moments.

"I can fry an egg in my hand."

"...we could use the stove-"

"Nonsense, observe."

"...was burning it part of the process-"

"Shut up the egg was bad. Oh, I'll toast the toast-"

"Please stop acting like a kitchen appliance."

"Funny how you don't say that when I warm up your coffee or your di-"

"OKAY THEN."

Due to these very specific reasons, he made up his mind as he looked at his beautiful wife, who had aged gracefully, asleep on her side of the bed. He was not going to take her. He knew he had promised to stay with her but the risk of putting her in any kind of danger would kill him. This is why he left her a sweet note, thanking her for spending her life with him, for loving him back, and how he was not going to risk the love of his for personal reasons. He told her he'd come back for her- if he lived through this. So he took a deep breath and jumped into the portal.

"Shit" he looked at his hands at his siblings who were still looking up at the portal, wair what- he looked up to

*Thump*

He opened his eyes to find her sitting on top of him, "I'LL COME BACK FOR YOU? SWEET LITTLE ANGEL?" Gripping him by the collar she glared down at him, "YOU THINK I NEED YOU TO SAVE MY A- " she paused, staring at his face then quickly getting off him and looking at her own hands and legs- "WHAT THE F*** FIVE?"

In the kitchen, the siblings were more terrified than confused by the way the two children in front of them were communicating. He was slapping things onto the table arguing with her as she sat there cross-legged, arms folded over her chest snapping back.

"Why did you follow me?" He seethed.

"Because you're stupid."

"Woman. How do I keep you safe if YOU FOLLOWED ME"

"OH AND leaving me in Dallas was a great idea- " she stopped to grab the slices of bread, toasting them with her hands and putting them back on the plate where he was smothering them with peanut butter.

"Number Five-"

"Just a minute Luther, I have to deal with this one first." He snapped at him and then turned to glare at her, "Just because I chose to dive into a volcano doesn't mean you do too"

"BITCH I WOULD THRIVE IN LAVA!

"NUMBER 5"

"WHAT LUTHER?"

Needless to say during the entire exchange with his siblings, she chose to stay out of it, eating quietly and then looking around the place, nice place, a weird arrangement but pretty chill actually, it was cold, and she liked it.

"And this is my wife. Arson."

"Is your name really Arson?" Diego asked from the back, only to get snubbed by Five.

"No, but you don't need to know her actual name."

"Hey, one more question for the senior citizens," Klaus raised his hand, "Did you just use your hands as a toaster?"

"Yeh- Fire powers, heat, flames, lava, anything related."

"Nice."

"Well, time to go." with that he grabbed her hand and blinked them to his room. Only to turn around and frown at her, "I was serious about not following me, this is dangerous Y/N and I'm not gonna risk losing you or letting you get hurt-"

"Five, you can't wrap me up in bubble wrap." she muttered sitting on the bed and looking around, "Man, what kind of nerd has chalkboards for walls?"

He turned around to look at her, smiling at him, swinging her legs off the bed, knowing full well he couldn't stay mad at her for too long. "Just don't do anything reckless."

"Please, I never have".

As the days went by the siblings were very much disturbed by the way the couple worked, most of the time they'd see their brother losing his mind while she'd be casually looking around. Naturally, they assumed it was him who loved her more than the other way around, especially when Luther and Diego fought, the others noticed how he pulled her back, protecting her with his body, and even when Klaus had put himself in front of Five. It wasn't until the lab explosion that they really caught up on what she was actually like, especially when she diverted the flames back into the building, protecting Five from the fire. Or when she came to Diego when she was looking for Five after that explosion, claiming the two had fought.

"What- how did you find me?" he looked down at her, only for her to shrug and point at Luther who was sitting inside, "Followed the big guy, anyway, I need your help, I lost Five."

"He sure runs away from you a lot huh?" he snapped back, being his usual brooding self.

"Well, he has his ways of being 'protective', now after the explosion, he yelled at me, something along the lines of, 'we're all doomed and you followed me bla bla bla- and I can't find him," she said entering the small area, looking around and frowning at the heat, she'd roast in here.

"Arson, if you don't mind me asking, why did you follow him to 2019?" Luther asked, standing up as he was ready to look for their brother.

"Because I'd die for that moron and lose my mind without him." earning a look from the brothers.

That being said, after they found the drunk idiot in the library, Luther was carrying him as he tilted his head back, staring at Y/N, "You know, you're a cute kid."

"Thank you, I am aware."

"But jump in front of me to save me again and I'll kill ya myself." with that he puked, earning a groan from Luther as she burst out laughing.

Though things started to go down south real quick, especially when they were in Leonard Peabody's house, attic to be accurate, staring at the dead body wrapped in a rug. Five and Y/N had just come back from the commission, and on their way out, she had possibly gotten shot. Not that she had time for that, they finally had a lead and that was more important, plus it wasn't that bad. Or so she thought because as they were staring at it, she fell backward, only to be caught by Diego muttering, "Shit, FIVE she's bleeding." On the way to the manor, she lay in the backseat, with her head on his lap, breaths getting shallower as she looked up at him, his forest orbs staring back at her with guilt.

"Why didn't you say anything?" He whispered, this was all his fault, he should've known something was wrong with her. She had asked for his blazer (since she wore the uniform without the blazer and the sweater) as soon as they came back from the commission, of course, he was confused, she never felt cold, but he had given it to her anyway. Now she lay there in his arms, a shivering mess.

"More...important things to do." She shivered, pulling the coat blazer, "I f-feel cold."

"Diego! Hurry up" he hissed, pressing his hand against the wound that was still bleeding, glancing at her face, "stay awake for me okay? Can you do that love?"

By the time they had reached his room she was a shivering mess, he barely gave Grace room to stitch her back up, feeling the need to be with her was eating him up. Fortunately, Grace gave him a small smile before placing her hand on his shoulder, "She'll be alright dear." Everyone had left the room but Diego.

"Let her rest, Five, we should go and deal with this."

"I should've been more attentive."

"It's not your fault Five, none of us noticed."

"You know, she hasn't been using her powers much...wants you guys to like her." He sighed, covering her up with a blanket as he turned to Diego.

"I don't know about anyone else buddy, but I liked her the moment she came out of the portal and almost socked you in the face."

"Thanks, Diego."

So, Five and the siblings took care of the rest while she was told not to move a muscle by Five. Instructed to rest, fortunately, she agreed, as her body not being used to the cold was going to cause a problem. Nonetheless, when Vanya escapes the basement again, ready to attack everyone, Five blinked her out without waking her up. Which is why when she opens her eyes to their destroyed house she's just, "Please tell me I didn't black out again and do this?"

"No, this one's on us." Diego groaned as Klaus held onto him.

Nonetheless, when the time came they traveled back to 1963- dispersing, much to Five's displeasure. So, when he landed in the alley without her, he was very close to losing his mind.

Luckily, he found Eliot, unfortunately, he wanted to smack himself when he realised where she had ended up, rather with whom.

She fell out of the portal to land on something soft with a thud. Sitting up she looked around in the alleyway only to hear someone groan under her, "You got a thing for assaulting us?"

"Oh sorry, Diego." Getting off him she helped him, up then looked around, "I don't...see Five anywhere." She mumbled to herself, though he caught on.

"Stay here kid, " he stopped her with his hand, "I'll do a round then come and get ya"

"I'm literally 58."

"Yes, and in a child's body with a wound from a gunshot. So let's keep you safe, shall we, cause if Five did show up and you were dead, he'd put me through hell before killing me."

This exact conversation led the two to the asylum. He had gone to "save Kennedy" and when he didn't show up back in the alley she went to look for him.

Hissing, he dropped the knife, turning around to look at her, "Did you do that without touching it?" He asked, referring to the burning hot metal.

"What the F*** are you doing!?"

"Saving Kennedy-"

"YOU IDIOT. U CAN'T SAVE HIM WHEN THERE'S NO THREAT AND STOP MESSING WITH THE TIMELINE."

"Listen Arson, I'm doing the world a favor-"

"Oh my God, I'm stuck with the lunatic with a hero complex."

So, naturally, the two fought, and she ended up using her powers, trapping him in a ring of fire, hot enough to keep him warm and toasty, but not burn him. Unfortunately, when the authorities arrived, she had planned on escaping but the gunshot wound had begun to bleed again, she didn't understand why it was taking so long to heal, usually, she'd heal up quicker. Maybe her body's age recession pulled her back to the time when her body was weaker as well. Nonetheless, the cops arrived to find a tied-up Cuban man and an unconscious girl in a school uniform bleeding beside him.

Therefore, when Diego walked into the small room after 76 days of being stuck there, he was glad to see Five, who in return sighed in relief.

"Hey Five, how'd you find me?"

"This...thanks for getting my wife in here too." He whispered to him, leaning closer to the table, "Where is she?"

"Well, she burnt my fingertips and fainted- by the way she's using an alias, a nice name actually, Y/N"

"That's her actual name, you idiot. Now, what is this about Kennedy?"

"Wait what??"

After that wonderful interaction and him telling the guards about Diego trying to escape, he requested to meet her. Though the guards looked at the boy with some kind of pity,

"You know the kid too?" One of them asked

"I do, why?"

"Kid had a gunshot wound, bleeding pretty bad when we found her, looked battered up in general- has a tattoo-"

"Do you examine female patients?" He cut him off, glaring at him.

"The female staff told us."

When she comes in she rushes to him to hug him, feeling him wrap his arms around her. The guard clears his throat, "You can't do that here."

"Yeah?" He asks before pointing behind the man, "Look at that fly on the wall would ya?"

He blinks them out as soon as the man looks away, the only reason he had asked for Diego first and not her was so he could check if the room had cameras- it did not. He had blinked them to Eliot's, still holding onto her, breathing in her scent as he felt her warm body against his.

"I'm sorry for leaving you."

"As long as it wasn't on purpose." She muttered pulling away and looking around to find Eliot hiding behind the couch.

"Who is this??" He asked, only for them to ignore him.

"Did they hurt you?"

"No, actually took pretty good care of me, see" lifting her shirt a bit she showed him the wound that was now just a scar, "Turns out age recession affected my overall performance too, I can't heal as quickly as I usually do either."

"You know." He said as he led her to sit on a chair, "You could have gone to a hospital," whispering he crouched down to her level, scanning her face then lower, clicking his tongue. "Need to get you clothes too- Eliot, I would like for you to get my companion a uniform, preferably with pants-"

"Skirt." She cut him off sheepishly, avoiding his gaze, mumbling, "Hormonal changes make everything hot."

"A u-uniform? Of which school?"

"Any."

"But why?"

Five gave him a stare only for him to nod and quickly leave. Turning around he looked at her and sighed, going to sit on the couch, groaning. "So tired." He muttered as he closed his eyes, only to snap open when he felt her by his side, arms wrapping around his torso as she buried her face in his neck. "I missed you." Placing an arm over her shoulder he hummed, "Lost my shit when I couldn't find you."

"Well, I thought of leaving a trail, but Diego's Kennedy obsession had me follow him there. Had to keep him under control- the man has no regard for rules of time traveling or anything-"

She was cut off by his laughter, utterly confused she pulled away glaring at him, "what's so funny?"

"Look at you, following the rules, cleaning up someone's mess." He said turning to look at her with a smirk, "Y/N, I'm so proud of you, acting like Diego's moral compass"

"Haha. Very funny. Oh, and he has this weird chic around him- totally using him for something if I wasn't so tired the time, would've burnt her to a crisp."

"And we're back." He chuckled, grabbing her face and pecking her forehead, "I'm glad you're okay, darlin."

Nonetheless, when Diego did show up with Lila, to say she got along with the older couple was an overstatement. Neither trusted her nor did they like working with her. Five particularly began to despise her when they went to look for their father but were greeted by the Swedes.

Naturally, she went to help Five, using her powers to the minimum, to avoid any kind of fire accident. What was surprising was when Lila came upstairs she chose to help Five instead of Diego, running down when he blinked out even though Diego had called her.

"Shit." Y/N ran to save Diego, knocking the man off him, "Nice girlfriend, tell him your brother's taken." She snapped at him, too distracted to notice the incoming blow.

"FIVE STOP! It's not his fault I was distracted and-" She yelled pulling at him with one hand as he charged towards Deigo. She had snapped her wrist in the process and now at Eliot's place, Five was giving Diego a piece of his mind. The rest of the siblings had shown up as well- somewhat amused by the scenario.

"Y/N! This is between me and my brother", he turned to look at her, "so stay out of it please." He whispered before turning back to Diego, "you're unbelievable-" he stopped only when he saw Y/N run out of the building. He had assumed he had pissed her off, hence he followed her.

He had initially lost her, only to hear a loud explosion. Blinking to the abandoned factory he made his way through the smoke, only to Y/N standing face to face with the Handler. Behind the blonde was Lila, gripping onto her arm, which was possibly burnt due to the explosion.

"Ah, Arson, you never really were controllable".

"Lost my mojo for a while, but your copycat knock-off pissed me off enough to bring it back."

"Oh? No wonder you weren't burning people to ashes in 2019-"

"Don't tempt me, I'll show you two a glimpse of hell right now."

"I'd love to see that but right now," the lady looked behind Y/N with a creepy smile, "and there he is, the star of the show."

When they were told to kill the board, both agreed since they were getting a briefcase in return. However, Five had asked her- forced her- to stay back while he would handle it, much to her displeasure.

"No."

"Please."

"But I got my powers back too- like fully I mean-"

"Listen to me. You came back because of me, got shot because of me, look at yourself now, it's because of me. I promised to give you a better life and keep you safe and so far, Y/N I haven't. Please, just, stay put- keep an eye on my siblings but just stay here okay?"

"You have given me all you promised...that's why I followed you in the first place."

So, when Five returned with the briefcase, all bloody and in a hurry, he was greeted by the absence of most of his siblings. Where he was busy with his monologue about how stupid all of them were, she thought for a moment before speaking up, "Well, we could always...you know...meet you."

"W-what?" he groaned before sighing, stomping inside the building as Y/N and Luther followed him, "What's he doing?" Luther asked as Five poured a bottle of baby powder down his shirt and then pants.

"Preventing Paradox Psychosis, that would explain why he's been extra jumpy, I thought it was because you met with your father, then I saw the date."

"Luther, I need ya to be my spotter."

Five did not expect to see his younger self sitting in front of him, let alone his wife, who too was a teenager now, sitting beside his other self. Other than the occasional farts being let out the two were staring at each other for a good fifteen minutes until the older-looking one spoke,

"Arson, what happened to your arm?"

"You can call me by my name, Luther knows it, they all do- got it while fighting."

"I guess we had one job that we couldn't do."

"Guess we couldn't" the younger one snapped, "Now be a good husband and help your wife out, would ya."

"Why should I, you'd just hurt her more."

"You literally left your wife a note and dipped, you don't get to comment."

"Said wife sitting right here, a**hats."

He excused himself to go to the washroom, only for her to do the same after a few seconds. Though Five is too paranoid to care about that at the moment, he looks at Luther and tells him how he doesn't trust himself.

She came into the washroom when he was washing his hands, only to stop and glare at her, eyes softening at the sight of her sling, sighing, "You should've stayed."

"You knew I wouldn't, yet you wrote that sweet dumb note."

"You know what I'll have to do right?" He asked, standing up straighter as he looked at her in the eye, only to sense her body radiating heat at an abnormal rate, "You can't even control your powers in that body-"

"I can, you're just pissing me off."

"Why do you do it," he sighed, grabbing the briefcase, only for her to shrug calming down, "Guess I love ya."

"Isn't that music to my ears." with that he brushed past her and out of the toilet.

While they're on their way, Five screaming at every passing being, Luther looks at Y/N clearing his throat, "So, he uh, said he'd kill you two." Only for her to nod, "Well, he can kill himself easy, it'd be fun to see him try to kill me."

"Well, he did say you're an anomaly" Luther stated as a matter of fact.

"Son, I burnt down an entire battalion in front of your brother, and a year later he proposed to me- trust me, I am the bug that corrupted his morality." Luther stopped and stared at her, she was smiling back at him as innocently as possible, "Oh don't worry, I'm passed that phase, though I wouldn't test me."

When the fight broke out between the Fives, Luther trying to stop them asked Y/N to help, who thought it would be really funny to stand between the two fives. Both stopped their hit mid-air, glaring at her, earning a look from both of them. "You thinking what I'm thinking." the younger one asked the older one who nodded, only for the younger five to grab her and blink her back to the bar and blink back to continue the fight.

"Now, where were we?"

Once the older one was pushed into the portal, the younger Five looked at Luther, about to speak, when something flew past him like a meteor- while Luther backed off, Five could swear that time slowed down and he stared at his older-looking wife for a good minute, both exchanging a confused look as she flew in the blue portal, closing in after she was gone.

"What was that?" Luther asked only for Five to mutter out, "My wi-" a blurry figure knocking him down, "HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YA TO NOT LEAVE ME BEHIND?" she asked, getting off of him.

"The real question is, how many ways can you shoot yourself like a rocket?" He asked as Luther helped him up.

"Several, why?"

"Did you throw yourself into the portal like the Human Torch back then?"

"Of course Five, I've told you multiple times, I'd set anything you love on fire."

"And that includes you?"

"Well, you do love me." She said kicking the vaporized briefcase, muttering a f*** under her breath, as she turned to look at him giving him that heart-stopping smile of hers, "Because I'll kill ya if you changed your mind."

"I assure you, sweetheart, that won't change even if you set the whole world on fire," was all he said as he grabbed her uninjured hand and began to walk away from the scene, they were officially f***ed but at least one thing was clear- he finally figured out what the hell love meant, 'the burning passion that makes one forget how everything's f***ed'.

Poor Luther, however, had no idea what the hell that exchange was, however, he was certain about one thing, Y/N wasn't insane alone, his brother was no better. Well, at least they were together, he thought to himself as he followed the couple holding hands, talking about how they'll probably be dead pretty soon. He was glad though, that Diego was right, once they had met in Dallas again, he had told him how Y/N would count down the days, convincing Diego that Five would come for them. Perhaps this was true love, not that he knew what love actually was- guess he was glad at least one of his siblings found one that lasts.

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Kiss Me, Kill Me: Part 7 (Levi x OC)

Pairing: Levi x OC, Levi x Reader, Levi x Y/n, Levi x You

Summary: Eleanor has been sold to many households in the Underground as a servant and housemaid. She had had many masters to serve, always a victim of human trafficking in the dark underworld of the Underground.

But what happens when Levi lays his eyes on her, and immediately decides to save her from her cruel fate?

Trigger Warnings: Mention of Human Trafficking, Slavery, Eventual Smut, Violence, Gore, almost A/B/o dynamics but I do not mention them, Submissive OC, Dom/Possessive/Overprotective Levi.

I haven't proofread it, sorry

A/N: It takes place in the Underground, before no-regrets so Levi is a thug, Furlan hasn't yet joined him. This fic is also published on ao3

Part 1 > Part 2 > Part 3 > Part 4 > Part 5 > Part 6 > Part 7

Three Months Later

They let Isabel stay. Levi started teaching both her and Eleanor how to fight and use ODM after stealing two more. Levi would be damned if he let Eleanor defenceless in a place like this. He and Furlan taught them both, and spent hours before they both actually got the hang of maneuvering and fighting with nothing but a knife. Isabel was an innocent, sweet child that soon became everybody’s little sister. Keeping her was a good idea. Levi just added to the people that he cared about and there was always the fear of losing everyone, but he kept telling himself he wasn’t going to allow this to ever happen.

One day, Levi, Furlan and Isabel returned back home to Eleanor preparing lunch. They were all frowning and had considerate looks in their faces. Levi sighed deeply when he saw her. They had to discuss things. A guy named Lovof, apparently a noble, had showed up offering three citizenships for the sake of a job. It was only three. They were four. And that’s exactly what Levi hated. One would have to stay behind. And he had no idea who. Furlan made his point clear, without Levi they would never get to complete this mission successfully.

And Eleanor’s world came crashing down to pieces when they all sat down and talked about it, but she didn’t show it. She just chuckled and ruffled Isabel’s hair, and pulled the girl in a warm side-hug.

“Sounds like somebody’s going aboveground,” Eleanor pressed a sound kiss on top of Isabel’s hair as she giggled and buried her face in Eleanor’s shoulder.

“But what about you, Eleanor?” Furlan asked.

“We’ll reject that job,” Levi stated firmly. “I don’t care what that bastard said about the Scouts finding us. They won’t. I’m not leaving anybody behind. Not you,”

“Levi… this is a one time chance,” Eleanor for once spoke up against him. And it was true. No one offered citizenship above to the scums of the Underground. “I could wait some time… until you guys are done with this job and get your citizenships…” she looked at Levi “…you’d come back for me, wouldn’t you?” She asked, and it almost felt like she was pleading. He wouldn’t abandon her, would he. She had given him her heart, her mind, her body, her soul. She had given him everything. He had confessed he wanted to marry her and live with her. He wouldn’t leave her… would he?

“Of course, I would,” Levi sighed and she smiled at him.

“Levi,” Furlan drew his attention. “If you get citizenship and you marry her aboveground, then she’s going to get a citizenship too,” He scratched his head. “Or at least that’s most likely what’s going to happen. We’ll have to look into it once we get up there,”

Isabel gasped. “So you and Levi-bro are getting married?!” She pulled her head off of Eleanor’s shoulder and looked up at her with wide eyes in excitement.

Eleanor giggled. “Maybe,”

“We are,” Levi stood up and approached Eleanor who was sitting on the couch with Isabel. He knelt down in front of her and took her arm in his own. “Eleanor… will you be my wife?” He knew she didn’t really have another option in this, but he had to ask anyway. He had confessed what he wanted with her, but she hadn’t directly answered to him. He had to make sure she was going to be happy with him.

Eleanor smiled at him a bright smile and looked down at him with glassy eyes. “Y- Yes!” She knelt down in front of him to his height and pulled him into a tight hug, burying her face in his shoulder and shutting her eyes. “Of course, I will… I love you,” She mumbled against his shirt. His arms slipped tightly around her and brought her close as he buried his face in her neck and shut his eyes.

“I love you too, my sweet Eleanor,” His hand reached up and pale fingers buried within the black locks of her hair.

He hated this. He didn’t want this to happen. He didn’t want to leave her out of his sight not even a second. The past few months, he knew he would return back home by the end of the day and he’d find her there and he’d hold her in the nights and keep her safe. She was responding well to his teachings, but she wasn’t yet ready to live alone in the Underground without him, without his protection. She was a woman. As much as sexist it sounds, women in the Underground did not make it. Men barely survived.

“Two days,” Levi pulled back. He stood up and pulled her up on her feet as well. His arm found its way around her waist and pulled her against him as he cupped her face with his other hand. “That’s all this mission is going to take. Two days,” He promised and he looked at the other two. “I will not leave her alone down here for anymore than that,”

“I could stay, Levi-bro!”

“No, you’re a kid. You’re coming,” Furlan insisted. “I’ll stay,”

“I’ll need your help killing this bastard,” Levi sighed heavily and he looked back at his beloved Eleanor who gave him a soft smile. “I’ll come back for you. I promise,”

Eleanor smiled. “Your promise is enough for me,”

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They were to depart the next day. So, Eleanor held him tight that night, and so did he. He buried his face in her hair whilst she buried her face in his neck. He hated this. God, he hated this so much, he didn’t want to leave. He didn’t want to go anywhere. He’d hold her like this forever if he could. She kept her eyes closed as she breathed him in. His arms were around her. His one arm had snuck beneath her gown, touching the smooth skin of her shoulder blades, the small of her back, her shoulder. He drew her scent in his nostrils, soothing him, and her arms just tightened a little bit more around his torso.

She was scared. He could tell. She just held him so tight. Her eyes shut as she nuzzled into him, gathering every bit of affection she could get from him because there was no one else that could give it to her. And there was no one else that could give it to him. He needed her. He needed her beside him at all times. Two days, he reminded himself. Two days and no more. He couldn’t allow to let her – a defenceless woman alone in the Underground. People would try to get their hands on her. She was going to find herself in some other human trafficking wave, or some brothel where she was going to be used in the worst way possible.

Levi shivered just on the thought of that.

“Oi,” He spoke, urging her to loosen her hold slightly from around him and lift her head up and face him. He cupped her tender cheek and ran his thumb across the sensitive flesh. He could already tell how she was feeling and what she was thinking with just one look at her troubled bright purple eyes. “Two days. I’ll be back for you. I’ll be back and never leave you ever again, is that clear?” Levi looked down at her and she looked up at him and she seemed better this time.

“O- Okay,”

“You’ll be safe. You can make it,” Levi’s arms slipped tightly around her, settling her small body on top of his own. Her forehead met his own. Her nose nuzzled against his. “Stick to the things I taught you,”

Eleanor nodded again. Her eyes became glassy, filled with tears that threatened to spill down his cheeks. She wasn’t going to make it. But she didn’t care about that. The only thing she could think of was him not making it. It was him being devoured by the jaws of a titan and never making it back to her. And never getting to fulfil his promise of marrying her aboveground. Having a normal, happy life and a cosy home and children. They’d never get to that. And her tears spilled down his cheeks anyway. They were warm and salty but she still nodded and shakily repeated another broken okay.

He hated watching her like this. He hated it more than anything. It was happening all over again. The last time, it was him watching Kenny leave. It was him watching his mother die. He was too useless to do anything to keep them both, and now, he was leaving her. A strong adult with combat skills and life experience and he was still leaving her and failing to protect her and keep her safe.

His arms tightened around her as she buried her face back in his neck. She caught his shirt in her fingers, clinging on him. Her legs parted around him, pressing down on the mattress in each side of his waist. She shut her eyes, pushing more tears down her cheeks, soaking them and his shirt. Levi covered them both properly beneath the blanket, and his one hand slipped away from her back and reached her hair. Fingers buried into the messy black locks and brought her closer to him as she let out a soft, silent sob.

Levi pressed a warm kiss on her temple. “You’re going to make it, Eleanor-”

“I don’t care about me,” She lifted her face up so that she could look at him. Wet purple eyes met his own as she pressed her forehead on top of his. His hand reached for her face, cupping her cheeks and wiping away the wet stains of her tears. “W- What about you? W- What if you don’t make it? Most people die in the Survey Corps, what if you’re one of them? What if I never see you again-” Her tears were countless now and her voice trembled, but he wiped away the dampness from her cheeks and he cut her.

“You’ll see me again,” Silver eyes met her own and then he looked down at her quivering lips. “I promise this to you. I’ll make it back to you. I’ll take you with me aboveground, and I’m going to marry you,” He brought her closer, catching her lips in a tense kiss, sealing his promise with a kiss.

And the trembling stopped. She kissed him back just as fervently. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and found his hair, burying her fingers into them. His tongue, delicious and sweet on her own. His arms, warm around her, pressing her flushed against him, tighter and tighter but she didn’t care one bit.

He rolled them over and she gasped in his mouth but he kissed her again. He kissed her hard, pushing her head back against his pillows. His arms and legs planted around her on the mattress. His mouth on her own. Her own arms tightly around him. She wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I love you…” She mumbled in his mouth and parted her lips for him to slip his tongue back in. “…I love you so much,” He made her feel safe. Safe and reassured, and for a moment, she was certain that he had convinced her. She knew Levi was a strong man. She knew nothing out there could take him from her. He was going to come back. He had promised.

“I love you too, my sweet Eleanor,”

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And it was next morning that they had to go. They strapped in on their ODM Gear. They checked their gas supplies and the effectiveness of their handles. They had the breakfast she made them, and then they walked out of their doorstep. No luggage. Nothing was needed. The target was going to find them itself, they said. So, Eleanor watched them. It was alright. They had to do this. They had to get their citizenships and live free aboveground, in the sun rich lands and the rustling sound of leaves and bright greenery beneath the bright blue sky.

And then Levi was going to come back for her. Two days. She kept reminding herself. She was going to make it. Right? Two days. All she had to do was do what she had always done. Let them hurt her and hit her but never touch her in places only Levi was allowed to. Goodness, she knew it was precious what Levi had given her. Safety. Food. Warmth. Reassurance. After all those years of living alone down here in this horrible place that held no place for a woman except brothels and bedrooms and the one of a housemaid. She was dependent too much on Levi. She loved him. Goodness, she loved him. What was she going to do without him?

She knew people in the Underground did not keep their promises, but she had put her faith on Levi. She had so blindingly fallen for him. She had so blindingly chosen to trust him and hand over her heart in his hands. But he had to go. He had to do this one last job.

So, after she hugged Isabel tight and she greeted both her and Furlan goodbye, Levi was waiting behind the two of them. His hands, dipped in the pockets of his pants. A small, invisible smile on his face that she had learned to spot and recognise. She approached him and he approached her, and she fell straight into his arms.

Eleanor buried her face in his neck. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and gathered his scent in her nostrils. She shut her eyes tight. She already had tears about to drop. All of her previous masters either sold her away or abandoned her in some street. But he was leaving. He was leaving and she had no idea whether he was going to make it back no matter how much his words reassured and soothed her. His arms were tight around her waist as he buried his face in her shoulder, her black, loose, silky hair.

So be it then. He had to go. She had to be left behind. She was going to make it. But he had to kiss her goodbye first. He had to leave one last, small memory of him back with her. One that she was going to hold onto. And she wasn’t going to cry yet. She would have plenty of time to cry later, on her own, because he had brought her dreams to reality, even for just a little.

Levi cupped her cheek and looked down at her. She had glassy eyes, but a smile on her lips. She stared up at him in adoration. He brushed a lock of hair away from her face and behind her ear. His rough thumb ran across her cheek in a gentle, warm movement. His smile was more visible up close. She committed this moment to memory.

He pressed his forehead against her own. He took her one hand in his own and placed it on top of his white shirt on his chest – on his heart. “This… I’m leaving this behind with you,” Levi said, and she could almost feel his heart throbbing intensely beneath her palm. “I’ll come back for you,”

She couldn’t believe this was happening. She was convinced she loved this man. She loved him – he loved her. She cupped his face, leaning close. “Kiss me, Levi…” She muttered. “…kiss me goodbye, my love,”

And he did. She hadn’t called him like that before. He kissed her. He kissed her hard and she melted right into his arms like she always did. She was like an angel, there, in her ankle-length skirt, her white shirt, her black, loose hair, bright purple, unique eyes. His angel. His future wife.

And when he pulled back, his taste, still on her tongue as she watched all three of them beginning to maneuver away down the streets. And she was left alone in that dirty little street. And only then did she allow her tears to fall. She hoped.

But this was the last time she saw him.

A/N: Aaaaaand this is the end... for now. Lemme know if you want a sequel in the comments below! Happy Levi Month!

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