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shojizbae · 2 months ago

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Fame Monster

Tom Kaulitz x Reader

Your career had really taken off since your first album, Blutsbande, was released. Your European tour took over your summer break. You had performed all over many places you begged your mom to travel to. Of course, as your 'manager,' she got to tag along with you. You got to meet so many fans and explore new corners of the world.

That's not to say you didn't feel a small dull, annoying void in your life.

Tom.

You've thought about him every day since you met.

And in every way. When you meet couples and celebrities with their partners, seeing them in the crowds of your shows stung a lot. People can look deep into each other's eyes, especially when you sing your slow songs about love and desire. It was just in public, when your mother was meeting with your publicist, and you were alone on the tour bus, that you thought deeply about him.

About how he smelled and looked. Especially how he tasted. You regret every moment that you didn't kiss him. Since then, you distracted yourself by finding male fans who wanted to touch you. And there were many. You never went all the way with them. It didn't seem right. But every few weeks, you would find some cute Spaniard and give him a VIP pass to your dressing room. The most tabloids got from it was that you had blown a fan in Wales.

But now, you were home in Germany, tired and hungry. You were supposed to have a meeting with your publicist and the producers about beginning a new album and mapping the world tour for the first album. While they discussed some financial things that a star like you was too important to be bored with, you went looking for caffeine.

The break room is quite spacious and cozy. The walls are adorned with vibrant and expensive abstract art pieces, adding a touch of sophistication to the room. There are comfortable seating areas, and the room is well-lit, with natural light streaming through the windows. Overall, it's a welcoming space to take a break and relax.

Right as you enter, four rowdy boys come down a separate hallway. You sigh and open the stainless steel fridge.

"Ah shit, it's the pop princess!" Bill interrupts

"Deine Frau," Gustav snickers as he rattles Tom. Your eyes lock. It feels like everyone else in the world vanishes, and you're zoomed out, looking at the two of you on the planet, orbiting the sun.

"Hey, welcome back to reality, superstar." Tom smiles as if you two are best friends.

"Ja, it was super cool. Now I'm just super thirsty." One of his eyebrows shoots up as you open the fridge for a beverage. You grab the last bottle of Coke. You twist off the bottle cap and flick it to the trashcan again. The boys also find respective snacks and consume a couch. Discovering that there was no room left, you take the pocket of the sofa where Tom was sitting, resting your legs across his spread lap. You dig in with the arm of the sofa at your back. He regards you and then places one hand on your thigh.

They continue their conversation as if you belong in Tom's lap. Like you were just an accessory missing from his outfit. He traces circles over your thigh as they keep an idle conversation.

"Do you want some Cola?" You offer the bottle up to his lips.

"Ja," he takes a swig and hands it back to you. You smile at him and lick the rim of the bottle. The boys erupt at the pure eroticism of your acts. He takes the bottle from your hand and places it on the coffee table. He takes hoists you up so you're straddling him.

"I'm going to kiss you now," He grips me tightly, and I just smile as he takes the lead. Before you get too heated and dirty, Bill clears his throat.

"Um, maybe find like a janitor's closet if you're going to have sex."

Georg and Gustav snicker, but you return to your little pocket under Tom's arm.

"I heard you're willing to do much in front of crowds." Georg jokes

"Uh, stupid tabloids, I went down on four guys over a three-month tour, and suddenly I'm some promiscuous slut. Didn't someone say you had slept with 25 girls when you were 14?" you slap Tom's chest

"Stupid tabloids," He agrees. Just then, your mother comes dashing out of the meeting room, screaming your name and waving her hands.

"Honey! Oh Mein, Gott! Angel." She comes to a halt right in front of you. "Who are these boys? Never mind, it's not relevant. This is super important, but we'll talk about these boys later. Rammstein wants you to open for them!"

In that regard Netanyahu you launched at out Tom’s lap, to his dismay. All around your European tour when you were stuck in interviews asking you the same questions they always asked who inspired you. Took hotel and Rammstein were always the answer.

Well, now, you had gotten that close to making out with a member of Tokio Hotel, and NOW Rammstein wanted you to come to tour with them. You were jumping around, hugging your mom, and squealing something in Hebrew.

"Wait, when?" you separate and hold your mom by her triceps

"Their tour starts in two months, so you're doing some shows in New Zealand and Australia, and then you'll be back in rehearsals." She switches her tone from 'mom' to 'manager'. You sulk, knowing that it was back to a busy and stressful life. Especially now that it seemed there could be something with Tom.

Before the blue could consume you, shouts of excitement consume the area behind you.

"Woah, so cool!"

"you're opening for Rammstein!"

"You're traveling more!"

The boys have all jumped up, encircled you, and congratulated you with back pats. Tom slings an arm around your shoulders and looks down at you fondly.

"I guess we'll have to save that kiss for when you get back."

"No way." You extend to your tip toes and direct his jaw by his cheek. He kisses you a little chastely, knowing your mom is right there. And when you pull back, it's all over. From then on, you know that Tom Kaulitz is the only one you want to be around. The look in his chocolaty eyes and the slight smile is a tell-tale sign that it's over.

You're all he wants.

"We should go for a celebratory lunch!" Bill cheers

"Ja, I'm hungry."

"Your publicist still needs to work out some details of this little oral scandal. I hope you start associating with better people. But for now, take the card and bring me back a brisket sandwich." Your mom tosses a credit card at you with a stern mom look.

"Sweet! Danke mama!" You hop up and kiss her cheek. On your way out, you get your jacket and purse. The boys follow you out, although none of them bring jackets. Bill is already wearing one.

"And liebe,"

"Ja Mama?"

"Don't eat too much, you'll get fat.'

"Yes, mama."

When you leave the record label, the boys have already hailed a taxi. You climbed in, comfortably sandwiched between Georg and Gustav. You know to keep your face covered in public, so you slide on sunglasses and a hat. Paparazzi isn't as heinous in Germany as in the US, but fangirls are bound to find the famous Kaulitz twins. They take you to a nicer sit-down restaurant, and you order a round of sodas and some bread.

For 16-year-old boys, they make tolerable conversation. You catch up on what it's like to be a young celebrity. Although it is really refreshing to just make dick jokes and laugh loudly. When you order food, Gustav orders your mothers a sandwich for you to go, and you get a chicken salad with pita. The boys joke about being emasculated by a woman paying, but they all agree to take you to lunch again when you return from Australia.

You slip your jacket back on your shoulders, slide out of the booth, and the boys follow you. As you leave the restaurant, you are bombarded by a camera flash, and you feel a hand interlock with yours and let it lead you to another cab. Screams of your name and 'Look here.' You're ducked into a cab, which speeds back towards the record label.

Paparazzi follow the car until you get on the freeway. When the adrenaline wears off, you realize that you've been tugged into someone's warm lap. You can feel his steady breathing as his chest rises and falls, and the gentle exhales fan the back of your neck. Just by scanning the faces of the three other men in the car's back seat, you deduce that you're sitting on Tom's lap. Although you could have put that together based on his belt buckle.

"Tom, you've got to fix your pants. I'm sitting right on your belt buckle." you try to shift around so that it's not poking you in the ass

"That's not my belt buckle, Schatz." He snickers

"Oh really?" You twist around in the crowded cab and sling your arms on his neck. Your tiny black mini-skirt rides up your thighs, showing off your neon patterned underwear."

"Yeah," He groans into your ear. "And let me tell you something, we could go at it right now."

"Now, in front of your brother. Hey, driver, we are rerouting. Take me to the nearest apartment." Howls envelop the cab, and the five of you are spat out on a curbside near a hotel. You swipe your mom's credit card for the cab and then swipe it again for a room.

You can't keep your hands to yourself in the elevator, and when you get to the hotel, it's over. Tom drags you to a bedroom and locks the door behind the two of you.

~.~

Your publicist nearly faints when he sees the tabloids the following day.

"Young star seen with salacious band Tokio Hotel" and photos of you and the four eating lunch together.

"Rising Rock stars seen holding hands" and the pictures of you and Tom

"Could a relationship between these two rockstars be blossoming?"

Rockstars seen making out in cab

"Young rockstars seen going into a hotel. They're only 16!"

Photo evidence of the five of you walking in downtown Berlin covered these drama blogs. Your mother is fuming when you get home. You're walking on sunshine, though. Freshly deflowered and in love. The following two weeks are a roller coaster, and you spend most of it riding Tom. You've already racked up quite a reputation when you reach the islands.

#tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #suggestive #y2k #grunge #2000s emo

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slime-quest · 2 years ago

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Godrender $$ our turn now -- we wanna go see the crystal smith $$

Mirrow && you just wanna be all pretty and admired &&

Godrender $$ yes -- obviously -- would you not as well $$

Mirrow && ......... y-yeah... fair enough...&&

You follow the signs and sounds of clanging metal to a small somewhat secluded building with a large chimney billowing smoke into the sky. The windows and doors are thrown open, and you can see a large figure working at an anvil in the shade.

They're hammering a piece of glowing crystal and look up at you while they work. They're a very large and strong looking voidkin, nothing like the spindly thin one's you've seen so far. "What."

Their voice is lighter than you expected, but still a little gruff. "Uh uhm, we were, I have a..." you pull out the titan core and hold it up, "do you know if there's anything you can do with this?"

They glance at the core as they pick up the crystal with their bare hand and plunge it into water with a steamy hiss. "That's a titan core. Haven't seen one of them in ages. Looks inert, but still useful. You wanna fuse it with your sword or what?"

"What would that do exactly?"

"Stronger. More resonant. Can also change the shape of it if you'd like."

"Maybe. I had another question. Uhm, do you know anything about uh.. this?" You show off your pierced core, "I uh, got attacked, and I can't get this thing out."

"Lucky. Most of your ilk don't survive the wild void. Yeah, I can probably get that out." They tap their face in thought for a moment. "It'll cost extra, but I can put it in your sword too. Or do that instead."

Godrender $$ wait do what -- how is that possible -- what will happen to us $$

"They want to know what it'll do to them."

"Void matter and slime crystal create a powerful sort of mind when smashed together. I'm assuming your sword can think for itself, and with void matter installed it'd be able to think even faster. And if you fuse that old core with it, it'll cut better, and maybe even change its own shape at will. The wild void wouldn't stand a chance against a sword like that."

"How much would that cost?" You rummage in your pocket and hold out the small handful of crystals you gathered in the mines. "This is all we've got on us right now."

They eye the crystals for a moment, seeming to weigh some options in their mind. "For that much I can do one of these for you, the core fusion or the void fusion, but not both."

"Do we have the option of coming back later for the other fusion, or is it like a one and done kinda thingy?"

"You can come back, sure."

"That's good. What about if you just removed the sword from my core, is that possible?"

"Mmmm..." they lean down and peer at your core, "Not safe. If I pull it out and don't immediately fuse it, it could either vanish into nothingness, or fester into wild void and hurt you and maybe several others. Right now you're its king figure, so it's better to leave it where it is."

"I'm a ... void king?"

"Don't get too excited about it kid," the smith says with a laugh, "you're a 'king figure', which just means you're the focus for that piece of void. Without you, it has no form or purpose."

"Oh, I guess that makes sense. Ok uhm, what do you think Godrender? It's your body."

Godrender $$ whatever is chosen will make us a far more powerful weapon -- but since it is a choice -- we would prefer to be fused with our titan's core $$

"I guess it's settled, we'll do the titan core!" you announce.

"Cool beans. Gimme the sword and materials and I'll get rollin."

You hand everything over and watch as the smith begins working, taking measurements of Godrender and the core, and putting together a new mould.

"So, can we ask you some questions?"

"Sure, I don't mind."

"What did you mean by 'wild void'? The voidkin I rode into town with didn't mention them."

"Ah, well, they wouldn't want to talk about it." The smith methodically pumps the billows, creating a roaring fire in the forge. "The King is ashamed of the wild void. Nasty creatures who lost their connection to the king ages ago, but never vanished or found a new purpose."

"Oh, that's awful..."

"Aye, it is," the smith says with a sigh. They pick up Godrender and set them in the forge to heat up. "The best thing anyone can do for them is kill them. Only then can they sink back to the nothingness they came from."

"That seems kinda harsh..."

"Well, you just try having a friendly and reasonable chat when and if you ever meet one and let me know how it goes," they say with a laugh, "You'll be torn to shreds before you manage so much as a 'how do you do'."

Mirrow && You know, I bet people get paid big money to get rid of these monster void guys. Maybe we could take on some jobs while we're out wandering around? You already fought a voidkin, and you even beat up a big slime dragon, so I'm sure we could handle some weird old void monster. &&

You were the slime dragon, remember? We didn't really beat you up.

Mirrow && Yeah, but you COULD have beat me up! &&

"Are there bounties on killing wild void?" you ask out loud.

"You bet. I would check with the Heroes' Guild for details, but off the top of my head I know there's something going on by the lake just outside town."

((Shello makes a note and pins the location of the Heroes' Guild and the Lake))

"So, I didn't realize it was possible to melt crystal and reshape it," you say as they pull a searingly bright godrender out of the forge and start hammering away.

Godrender $$ hrggfhjt -- krggsstx -- hgfgj -- grestgjjfgk -- b -- fzzsft $$

It doesn't sound like they're in pain, just a bit scrambled.

"It's not a common skill. A lot of natural crystal is delicate and fragile, almost porous. Crystal weaponry on the other hand is almost indestructible, if it's made right. You can hit things with it all day long and never dull or chip the blade."

"So what makes crystal magic different from slime magic?"

"Who says they're different?"

"Oh, I guess... I guess I just assumed they were different."

"Nope. Crystal and slime are two different flavors of the same thing working in harmony."

"What about Titans then?" you ask, "Godrender had a purification spell or something that seemed different from slime magic."

"Mmm, how many times was it able to cast?"

"About three."

"It was pretty dry then. Titans didn't have a slime body, but still resonated slime energy, and that's how they cast magic. They compensated for that by just being extremely large."

"So, where does energy come from, slime or crystal?"

"Both. It doesn't matter how much of either you have, but you need both to do magic."

They dunk Godrender into a tub of water and hold them out for you to take. "Alrighty then, there's your new sword. How's it feel?"

You accept the sword and hold it aloft, examining it in the sunlight. The scratches and nicks are gone. The once dull pink blade now a brilliant translucent magenta. The handle in the side of the blade is gone, replaced by a proper hilt. A round hole sits near the base, and as you peer close it ignites with a bright red eye.

"That was so much fun. We want to come back here as soon as possible. Thank you so much for your beautiful craftsmanship. We are honored to have been worked by your hands."

The smith bows. "Glad you like it. Not often I get to hear my work compliment me," they laugh, "Alright, well... anything else?"

#slimequest #intermission 1

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writinglizards · 4 years ago

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Desideratum

Summary: Desideratum - to long for. Five times Jaskier needed Geralt, plus one time Geralt needed him.

Hey yall, this is another train fic! Keep an eye out for the next part on Wednesday from our next mystery contributor!

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"Geralt," Jaskier hissed, "please--"

"No," he said, not so much as twitching, "I'm not getting involved." Jaskier deflated. It was...a little heartbreaking. They had traveled together for years and yet there were still days when he thought Geralt would have rather he'd never met him.

"It would only be for a night," he said, without any real conviction. he could tell from the scowl on his face, the stiffness of his shoulders, the eerie, still way he sat back on his heels, pretending at meditation before the hearth while Jaskier pestered him.

"You said the same thing about the banquet in Cintra. No." It was a low blow—they both knew it hadn’t been Jaskier's fault, not really, but—

"And when I'm harassed by cuckolds and angry spouses? What then, Geralt?"

"Hope you run quickly, then," Geralt said, expression smoothing to indifference as he settled into meditation, his breathing evening out. Realistically, Jaskier knew it was...probably fine. No one wanted to make a spectacle at a royal banquet, not really, but he was also aware of the fact that he had angered more than his fair share of spouses in his, ah, escapades. And then there was the fact he'd thought...fuck. He'd thought maybe Geralt had enjoyed his time at the banquets he'd played. But. Apparently not.

It didn’t matter. It was fine anyway.

Jaskier realized how very not fine it was almost as soon as he was announced. Three separate men swiveled to face the entrance and another four or so women, each looking anywhere between mildly scandalized and absolutely furious and he knew immediately he wouldn’t be getting out unscathed.

He set up to play with a nervous, buzzing energy under his skin. No one was staring still because that would be indecent, but he could feel their eyes anyway, watching. He gave himself just a minute to vehemently wish for Geralt, and then he straightened and took a deep breath, lute already cradled in his grip. The accompanying players perked up when he strummed a test chord, and in just a few moments they were deep into the first song of the opening set.

On stage was easy. He played, he smiled, he catered to the crowd. The accompanying players weren’t awful, and they took direction easily and eagerly. He was almost enjoying himself as he played, had almost forgotten the hostile gazes that still caught and held him occasionally. In the spotlight, nothing could happen to him and he relished it, even as he knew it would be ripped away, and soon.

He passed on the customary break between the arrival of the guests and the first course and played straight through, passing it off as his delight at playing to an appreciative audience and nothing at all to do with the way that would have pulled him out of the spotlight where he’d be vulnerable.

He was exhausted by the end of the meal, his fingers still stinging from the pressure of holding the strings down, but he played through his after dinner set as well, enjoying the prolonged security of having every eye in the room turned towards him. It couldn’t last, but he milked it for all it was worth right up until it was almost indecent to continue to do so, at which point he politely bowed out and let his compatriot, another bard he'd never met, take over.

He was already working out a plan on how to best vanish before one of the men or women still shooting him venomous looks could corner him in a quiet space when he was approached from behind.

"Julian Alfred Pankratz, otherwise known as the bard Jaskier," an arm looped around his neck, tugging him in close, grip tight, "we need to have a little chat, you and I."

Fuck.

The man tugged him into a nearby nook in the wall. It was a tiny space meant for amorous couples to steal a few quick minutes of passion, or at least that's how Jaskier had always used them. As the man thrust him away from him and he stumbled face first against the far wall, he couldn’t help but think that wasn’t what was about to happen here.

"How can I help--" he cut off as he turned and got a look at the man's face. "Ah. Good evening, Arthur, to what do I--"

"Cut the shit, Jaskier," Arthur growled, voice low. He was already fucked. In for a copper, in for a crown.

"How's our darling Virginia?"

Arthur got a hand around his neck, shoved him farther into the nook and back up against the far wall again. His fingers bit into the flesh of his throat and he could feel the way his own heart pounded, pulse rabbit-quick against the count's fingers. "You don't get to talk about her. Not ever, and especially not like that." Jaskier fought down growing panic as his airway constricted and smiled, sharp and vicious.

"Ah, but I do believe I do. She said--" the only warning he got was the way Arthur's fingers tightened around his throat, cutting off airflow before the hit landed, solid and open-handed, across his face. He choked, panic rising as his fingers flew to his throat, scrabbling at the grip there in a frantic bid to get some air. Arthur squeezed hard for just a moment longer before letting up and Jaskier went limp as he did, sucking in air so fast he coughed.

"Do not speak about, think about, or so much as look at my wife again, bard. Next time I won't be so nice. Do we understand each other?"

"Of course, Count de Stael," he rasped, as he finally let go, stepping back.

"It's been a distinct pleasure, Jaskier," he said in a tone that implied it very much was not, "enjoy the rest of your night." He left him there in the private nook, throat sore and cheek burning. He brushed his fingers lightly over the heat of it and winced.

It wasn’t hard to slip away after that. The party was distracted by the dancing and drinking, too busy to wonder where a single bard had gotten off to, even one as well known as Jaskier.

He spent the entire walk back to the inn rehearsing what he was going to say to Geralt, how he was going to explain himself. He was tired. His cheek burned every time the wind blew and his throat hurt with every breath and he just wanted...he just wanted Geralt. He just wanted Geralt, which is a ridiculous notion, because Geralt would call him an idiot and tell him this is his fault, but he'd also sit him down and fuss over the bruises he could already feel blooming on his throat, the red mark on his cheek. He was so ready for that that when he arrived back at their inn room, he almost didn’t understand it was empty until he'd been standing there a full minute.

"Sorry," he croaked at the innkeep downstairs a few minutes later, "the witcher, where did he--"

"Oh, he's at the brothel, boy. Said to tell you he'd be back in the morning." And that was--

"Thank you, good sir," he rasped, slipping him a copper across the counter before trudging back up to their—apparently his—room for the night.

He dragged the healing salve safe for human use out of Geralt's bag and slathered his neck with it half-heartedly, rubbing it over his cheek too, just to be safe. He avoided looking at himself in the mirror, knowing too well what lurked there. Sad eyes. An empty smile. His throat burned, even as the salve started to do its job cutting through the pain on his skin. He suspected he wouldn’t be singing for a while yet.

He waited up for a bit despite himself, until long after the bar downstairs had closed and the patrons had shuffled out the door. The room felt too big, too empty, the single bed a cavernous void without Geralt's bulk to tuck himself up against, safe and protected. Geralt had assumed Jaskier wouldn't be back tonight, likely. Or at least, that's what he told himself. It made it sting a little less, this feeling in his chest, heavy and painful.

He settled into bed eventually, eyes burning and throat tight, and fell into a fitful sleep.

When Geralt turned back up the next morning, he didn’t say anything about the ring of bruises, and that hurt worse, somehow.

#witcher #witcher fic #geraskier #lizard writes #witcher train #rating: teen #part 1

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sunflower1experiment · 3 years ago

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Danganronpa x Identity V

(I’ve wanted to do this for awhile) (TW// flinching, death)

Toko

The ultimate gardener and her quiet girlfriend Toko, you lived up to the name somewhat: you gardened of course but you also knew how to tinker with a few things and fix them up.

Toko didn’t care for you and saw you as some know and all when it came to plants and tinkers but you pointed out that her stories inspired you a bit to explore relationships. You saw them as a distraction but she changed that: it meant a lot to her, until you confessed that you only said that on account to your parents deaths and…your sweet Angel. “Emily Dyer…oh my sweet darling. She rescued me, but when she vanished I couldn’t find her so- love and romance became void to me.”

Toko: somewhat determined for once did everything in her power to explain to you that love isn’t some unhealthy obsession, it even taught her some things as well. While you both were working on this you also grew closer than ever from friends to girlfriends, though it was more of an emotional relationship. Considering that you’re both Ace, but it helped you feel more comfortable around Toko.

“Hey Toko look.” You show her one of your produces from the soil. “Wow…That’s a beautiful strawberry vine.” “I’m gonna make some boba tea with these, want some?” She nods, “Th-That would be nice.”

Mikan

“Hurry up Mikan, we can’t let Monokuma catch us. I can’t believe he’d bring that sick game back to us like that.” Monokuma was a hunter, for this motive. And everyone was a survivor. So far no one was caught but that was because you didn’t waste any time saving them.

As the ultimate tech working with the mechanic you and Kazuichi made a plan to avoid that robotic bear like the plague. Mikan soon stopped to go heal Hiyoko whilst you waited, suddenly a bomb was thrown your way and you dive in and hold Mikan. Shielding her from the hit.

Running away once more you had your robot heal Hiyoko and held Milan’s hand so she wouldn’t fall or trip. “Okay be careful…let’s decipher this one.” You both decipher this machine carefully, once it was done you both head to the door further away so Monokuma would get confused.

As you open the gate you call for everyone. Mikan smiled as you held her hand then walked forward, “We escaped, come on. Let’s get outta here.” She happily hugged you. “I’m so glad we escaped together!” Now the girl was crying, but you hugged her back while she sobbed happily.

Nekomaru

“Eh- Ah!” You stumble back whilst backing away from the Hunter. He chuckles and slashed your body, slowly falling back you stare up at the sky the world faded…until you felt yourself in giant arms…

“Hey you alright?” You open your eyes then gasp and fell down. Backing away, “She’s not from here…” you look around. “I’ve never seen her before.” The male that caught you spoke. “Alright everyone! Don’t crowd her.” You stare at him whilst he offers a hand and slowly gave it to him.

You barely spoke, only when spoken to, but you did have a knack for dancing. Maybe even playing with the other students but one thing was for sure, you weren’t used to the sun and you practically basked and praised the sun like it was some goddess. “Have you ever been out before?” You shake your head, “I’ve been trapped in a manor for seventeen years.”

After being told that Nekomaru did everything in his power to let you have fun. You went to the beach with him, the kitchen, you even went swimming. Which you seemed to have done because the way you swam was so quick…almost as if you were swimming away from someone.

“Now LETS RUN.” He suddenly ran off and you followed after him. Not losing a single breath, at the end however you started panting. “I dislike running…” he chuckles and raised his hand causing you to flinch. “Oh- I’m sorry.” you breathed softly, “I’m fine…I just- have a bit of trauma from…the manor.”

You’ve told your stories a few times to Nekomaru and he still can’t help but just admire at how strong you are. “You went through all of that for so long…I’m sorry.” You chuckle. “I think I should be thanking you.” He hums, “I’m free from that awful place and I’m here with you.” Placing a kiss on Nekomaru’s cheek you blush lightly. “I don’t need to be a nurse anymore…I’m the ultimate Survivor.”

Gundham

You held your hands together then with a swift swipe you land gracefully on the ground before. A bunch of students. “So that’s what this? Heirloom was doing! Magnificent! The dark devas and I-“ “You’re to the man who called me.” You walk to him and lean in close, “You’re more of a safe- what are you doing calling a priestess?”

Ever since you both met you’d nag him about the arts of priesthood. Sometimes you’d mention your best friend who was an enchantress, “We both use different arts but I use this sacred art to teleport.” He admired your relic then gave you a begging stare. “Of course, we can teleport through the walls.” You place it against the wall and he walks through it. The male then walks back in and just well had a moment of astonishment.

“Why is it that you despise the dark?” “Eh…it reminds me of the manor I was trapped in.” He nods, “I too was trapped once, but I’ll never be able to comprehend what madness went through your hosts head to force you to play a game for…so many years.” You hug Gundham close. “You’re such a sweetheart. Thank you Gundham.”

Rantaro

You held her hand the whole run, she followed weakly until the Hunter was before you both. Without hesitating she shoved you to the gate and took the fall. “Melly!!” Suddenly the knife cuts you and you fell back.

Waking up you gasp, “Kirumi? Where’s Melly?” Rantaro held your arm and shook his head. You cover your mouth, “No no- she’s fine- I can go back-“ Kokichi gripped his arm trying to ignore the tears pouring from his face, Kaede sobbed as she avoided everyone’s gaze…Shuichi, Kaito held their heads down. Maki held you back, but you shove her away: “She’s alive!” Kirumi shook her head as she tried to calm her tears down.

You stop as you eyes go wide then the water works escapes as you let out a chocked sob and screamed for Melly. You sobbed and cried the whole time until Rantaro hugged you close, “She did this for us…She knew we couldn’t escape unless one of us stayed…” Gonta sniffles as he wipes his face sadly. “Gonta sorry for (Y/N).” Rantaro sighed, “I’m sure she knows.”

You didn’t leave your room, ever since you all escaped you made sure to go home and at least acknowledge everyone a few times but that was it….home, didn’t feel like home because she wasn’t taking care of the bees…Gonta was. Rantaro came to visit and you’d cry in your boyfriend’s chest pathetically, he stayed until you finally calmed then hugged him again.

“Don’t leave me.” You sniffle, he nods again. “I won’t, I promise.”

Kaito

“I’m Kaito Momota! Luminary of the stars- what are you doing?” You hum as you check his face out then you close your eyes as a magical essence flowed through your veins and onto him. “….You have my blessings.”

Giving him the blessing was a terrible mistake…to Kokichi anyway. But you enjoyed Kaito’s company even though he’d mess with your paint or he’s asking to many questions, or even better he’ll try to train with you. “I don’t comprehend this training…do we meditate?” Kaito chuckles, “Nah we do push-ups.” You soon join Maki and Shuichi and start performing these handstand push-ups. They watched as you do a scorpion pose and push up..

Now Kaito things you’re not human, can’t blame him. You did just do a scorpion pose and a pretzel pose, but it was just from practice. One time you offered to dance with him he didn’t mind at first until you started swaying your hips loosely. “Uhhh-….Men don’t have good hip strength.” You giggle then kiss his cheek. “You gotta lead with me.” So he does, hand on your waist whilst you danced. Then he dipped you, “Aren’t you a charmer.”

The man couldn’t stop blushing that day, but he managed to make the guy lay on your lap a lot, apparently he has a thing for big thighs.

Teruteru

You’d glide through the skies aimlessly enjoying the breeze until you’d land gracefully on a window then sneak by. Setting a nice toy beside Hanamura’s bed, it was a cute stuffed honeyjar.

He’d go up to you later on and just take you back to his room. Yea and you never leave because his face is buried in your boobs: you weren’t escaping him when you decided to date him come on now.

The pudgy chef admires the way you craft and keep toys in a box. He used one of the crafts but found out it made him invisible, “Ah this must be the magicians. Sorry I forgot about that.”

Whenever you’re getting dressed up for a date you never dress to flashy. You just like to set up the table and craft while he cooked, after the tasty brinner he makes you’d let him lay near you and cuddle up to your warm or cold body until he’s asleep grime exhaustion.

Hanamura however has seen you glide before and got nervous, but then saw you landing on stuff gracefully or using a literal catapult to get to different places. Or just go back to him, for some daily kisses.

“(Y/N)…What are you going to do about all of that?” You blink and look at your plushie collection. “…Nothin.” He sighs. Yep, you and him have a plush collection and the guy wants to sell them. You guys have to negotiate every time when you make a surplus of toys.

Finally his flirts: you can’t help blush at them, you’d then giggle while he’d place his hand on your waist and press a loving kiss on your cheek. Then you’d smother him with loving smooches on the head before holding Hanamura close while he blushed madly with a small bloody nose.

Ryoma

The ultimate Perfumer: what an odd ultimate the way you smelled perfume and admired the smell, everyone had their own scent and you’d use it on them.

Walking with your older sister, Mary towards….him. Your friend the one you loved so dearly….suddenly your vision is clouded with blood, a knife cuts your shoulder. “Goodbye (Y/N).” You gasp then yell as you fell down to what seemed like death…..

But when you woke up you gasped and held your eye in agony: “Woah woah, hey…don’t move to much.” You turn then reach out and try to grab your fragrance bottle. Until tiny hands held you back, “Kid…it’s best you relax.”

His name was Ryoma, or the shell of him anyway. But he took care of you for awhile until Kirumi had to help out: you didn’t talk to anyone for awhile until Ryoma asked for you to talk. When you did you let out a soft gasp.. tears start rolling down. “She must be in eternal shock.” Kirumi hands you some water.

When you did speak it was soft and so somber. You never ceased the tears, you always seemed to cry and of course that led to you getting picked on a few times but it couldn’t be helped to others points of views. Ryoma however spoke with you about it.

“Why do you always cry?” You take a second to answer but then you grip your veil and take it down. Showing your eye patch to him, “B-Before I-I c-came here I was going to see my friend…I think we both died: but I don’t remember. Everything hurts and feels so scary like I’m being chased again…And it’s worse when you stare at me because you remind me so much of him.”

He held your hands. “How much so?” You sniffle, “You’re brave, serious and cold..I don’t mind it just hurts because I got him killed and I died next-“ Ryoma out of nowhere hugged you close. “It’s okay…I understand completely…You don’t have to be alone.” The male was trying to ignore his own tears at the moment. “Sometimes you remind me of my girlfriend but- I don’t see anything else but you. So don’t try to look for anything like him on me okay?” You nod and the two of you press your heads together. “Thank you.”

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dovakhiindrabbles · 4 years ago

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For the prompt 43 with Brynjolf please?

Of course! I’d be more than happy to write the prompt for you! I only hope you have an amazing day and enjoy! <3

43. “Come with me.”

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Nocturnal was a god among mortals -- a daedric prince who oversaw the murky shadows and all who hid among them. Whispers heard throughout the world told of how she could even be found lingering in those shadows, an inky blackness clinging to her as if the very sun itself couldn’t reveal her.

She was above the follies of mortals and yet couldn’t help herself from meddling. Especially those of her most loyal followers -- the Nightingales.

She’d noticed from her times looming within the darkness how you and Brynjolf interacted. How hands briefly brushed and fingers just barely interlocked. How passing glances held just a second too long to be unimportant. How no matter where you went, you went together.

Your feelings for one another were so painfully obvious an infant could see it -- so apparently the two of you had even less awareness.

It was an opportunity Nocturnal couldn’t pass up.

Between the two of you, she first sought out Brynjolf. The man fancied himself as clever, often to such a degree that a snippy remark had slipped out in some of their conversations.

It was during the night when she caught him, just outside the Blue Palace where he’d managed to escape from. Guards spilled out and yells could be heard from each and every corner -- even those caught in shadow. Brynjolf had slipped between two manors where the moonlight missed just so. An ornate, extravagant jewelry box clamped between his grip with more gemstones and gold decorating it than most would see in their entire life.

From there, Nocturnal revealed herself in the darkest crevice space could offer. The darkness extended her outwards and still clung to her despite her physical form. She was a void, and the shape she created only split itself apart in the pure absence of light -- not even the brightest lantern would be able to paint her figure.

“My Nightingale.”

Brynjolf nearly jumped into the open road in shock, smacking his back up against the wall in frustration upon realizing. “Fucking fuck are you-”

He looked up at Nocturnal’s imposing figure and thought better of himself. He spoke softly, his gaze alternating between her and the streets cluttering further and further of curious onlookers and furious guards. “My lady, what can I do for you?”

She made a motion with her hand that brought strings of the void trailing after her fingertips. “On the contrary, I am here to offer you my assistance.”

Brynjolf gave a cheeky grin. “Could you get me out of this mess?”

“You are one of my most trusted followers with an agent of my own creation. There should be no situation beyond your skills.”

“I know.” Brynjolf groaned. “Worth a shot. Meet me outside the gates, my lady?”

She vanished without a word and Brynjolf proceeded to lift himself up onto the rim of one of the manor’s roof. He hoisted himself up and pressed his body close to the tiles, only lifting himself up to leap from home to home. In that time he truly was a shadow, beyond any light and any eyes that would make the foolish attempt to seek him out.

Minutes later he was beyond Solitude’s walls and any outrage that still remained was drowned out by the falling and crashing of the waves below. Still hidden away safely in his coat was the jewelry box -- not so much as a scuff on it. Brynjolf impressed himself every time.

As he began walking along the carved out path, Nocturnal reemerged. Her form freer beyond Solitude’s constant desire for warmth. She carried herself freely, and she took on a shape almost human, but not quite. There was always an unknowable aspect to Nocturnal that could never be described. Many daedra carried themselves in such a way, so that they could nearly blend in, but never be forgotten by anything lesser than a fool.

“That was commendable.” Nocturnal hummed. Both a lightness and a deepness coexisted in her voice.

Brynjolf interlocked his fingers and stretched them out; a popping could be heard. He sighed dramatically. “All in a day’s work.”

“I hope you are able to hide that treasure as well as you hide your feelings.”

Brynjolf knew Daedric princes were meant to be incapable of understanding; downright incomprehensible sometimes. But this? It bewildered him.

“I’m sorry?”

“You and the other Nightingale?”

Brynjolf cracked a grin. “Karliah?” He tested Nocturnal’s kindness.

“The other one.” She swatted a bit of darkness at him and like a tight band flung outward, it stung him.

“Ah, that one.” Brynjolf rubbed at his little red mark where Nocturnal smacked him like a petulant child. “What of them?”

Nocturnal stepped in front of him, a swirling blackness keeping her from ever truly touching the ground. “You both have feelings for one another?”

Brynjolf did what he knew best, and dodged the question. “What like hate? Friendliness? Perhaps a bit of irritation?”

“Do not attempt to evade me, Nightingale.” Nocturnal raised her voice and the night became that much more invasive. She settled herself quickly. “You are my servant, there is nothing I do not know. The darkest, most secretive parts of yourself are the ones I know best. Fortunately for you, I only wish to help.”

Brynjolf wrinkled his nose and cracked beneath the pressure. It was a touchy subject, apparently. “Oh yeah? And how’s that?”

“I need only open your eyes,” Nocturnal answered. “I think you’ll find it’s clear the feelings are mutual.”

“I don’t want to be disrespectful my lady but-”

Nocturnal cut him off. “Then don’t be.”

Brynjolf scoffed. “But I don’t see how that’s possible.”

She tipped her head to the side curiously. “How is that?”

“Because there are a million other better people knocking on their door!” Brynjolf exclaimed it like it were obvious. “I mean why would someone like that choose someone like me?”

“Someone like you? Their equal?”

Brynjolf scowled and huffed. “Like a thief could ever be on par with the Dragonborn.”

Nocturnal simpered. “The Dragonborn themself also is a thief. Last I recall you two work closely together.”

“Even still-”

“The only one creating rifts in this relationship is you, my Nightingale. What are you afraid of?”

He hesitated and in an instant Nocturnal knew.

“Rejection.”

Brynjolf’s hands tightened into tight, uneasy fists at the revelation. Nocturnal raised those hands and unfurled them, tracing lines of shadow along his palm. In the most peculiar way, it was soothing, and Brynjolf supposed it was her own... unique way of comforting him.

“If I believed there was a chance the Dragonborn wouldn’t share those feelings I would not be here, speaking to you. I only want what is best for my followers.”

“Besides,” Nocturnal mused. “if it goes poorly, you can simply submerge yourself within the shadows for eternity.”

Brynjolf chuckled. “I might take you up on that offer.”

“You won’t.” Nocturnal looked up at him with an emptiness one could consider her eyes. Her ‘windows to the soul’ only unveiled further darkness, but only in the way one shrouds themself beneath the shade of a blanket to escape what frightens them -- it was a relief, protection. “Because you won’t have to.”

A moment later, Nocturnal disappeared within the void beneath her. She sank into the night that had soaked into the very deepest layers of the earth, leaving Brynjolf to himself and her words.

By the time he’d made it to the Nightingale Hall, he’d made up his mind.

You were sitting in the living quarters with Karliah, seated across one another and leaned both in the old, weary chairs. You’d been laughing, and Brynjolf could tell by the edges of your lips lifted up. The moment you saw him, you lit up.

“Bryn! There you are! Karliah was starting to think you got lost along the way!”

He snorted. “I could’ve. What a bitch of a walk.”

Karliah furrowed her brow, amused. “You could’ve stolen a horse like a sane person.”

“Maybe I like the quiet. You can hardly get any of it here.”

She rolled her eyes at the very idea. “You wouldn’t know what to do without us.”

Brynjolf laughed. “Absolutely lass.”

He turned to you and his heart began to thump heavy and hard against his chest. Of all the things to bring him nerves in life, it was you bringing knots and tangles in his stomach. He took a deep breath and grasped your shoulder, gesturing. “Come with me.”

Your eyes widened like saucers, but you stood up. To say the least, your curiosity was piqued. “Alright... what is it?”

“I just wanted to talk to you, in private.”

You ducked your head away to hide the red that burst onto your face. You folded your lips to hide a growing smile, but you were still clearly nervous, shuffling your feet and fidgeting with your hands. “Okay.”

He led you outside where the evening had overtaken the sky overhead in a mix of blues, pinks, and the slightest tinge of purple. It was a beautiful sight, and one of the rare gifts that came with living in Skyrim.

Brynjolf leaned against the stone cavern of the hall and ran his fingers through his hair. This felt so much easier in his head. “I ah -- I don’t know how to say this without sounding like an idiot.”

“Bryn-”

“No! I just -- I want to say this, but be patient with me, please. I’m not good with... emotions.” Brynjolf laughed. “You don’t get to be a man like me by being open.”

You nodded and stayed, you were far too patient than he deserved.

“I-” Brynjolf swallowed hard and took a few steps forward. A part of him wanted to reach for your hand but that’d be too much, too soon. If he -- if Nocturnal was wrong he didn’t want to dig his grave any further than necessary.

“I love you.”

There was a period of silence where Brynjolf considered Nocturnal’s offer to hide in the shadows forever. It was a horrible few seconds where Brynjolf’s vision was stagnant and the entire world was frozen in time.

He only came back to reality when you took his hand. You enveloped it in your own and squeezed his palm fondly. You were warm, and your grip was steadfast.

“I love you too.”

Brynjolf rarely smiled from ear to ear, but he did then. He took you in his arms and spun you like one only saw in fairy tales. It was something he only just now realized he’d wanted to do for the longest time. There were so many things he wanted to do -- with you -- and now, he could.

He would have to thank Nocturnal the next time they crossed paths.

#Brynjolf #Skyrim #tes #Skyrim tes #brynjolf skyrim #Brynjolf x Reader #Brynjolf x You #You x Brynjolf #Skyrim Fanfic #Skyrim Fanfiction #x Reader #brynjolf fanfiction #Brynjolf Fanfic #Forgot how much I LOVE nocturnal #also thieves guild might be my favorite questline

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dorki-c · 4 years ago

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Stolen Cornflakes

Characters: Fem! Reader & Class 1-A

Relationship: Izuku Midoriya X reader (but doesn’t have much effect on the story)

Tw: Tad bit of swearing but other than that, its a silly fic <3

A/n: As much as I adore Izubby, I just needed an excuse to write a small fluff bit of him and reader in a crack fic.

The bleary light of a diffused grey and blue sky didn’t dust through the cartoonish styled curtains casting a stale shadow across the rows of squeaky-clean figurines and the snoozing couple underneath the customized hero blanket.

Seconds languidly turned to minutes, before a weird bizzt sound erupted from an unknown source within the room and in result, two (e/c) eyes busted open like a morning flower greeting the world.

(Y/n) knew this alarm far too well.

The soft rumbling somebodies endless void of a stomach, also, knew this alarm far too well.

And to top it off, Izuku hated this alarm.

“Izu…” Arms of the person behind her made their claim when squeezing ever so tightly around the female’s waist. Wiggling against the human cage, low grumbles where a shoved in fluff pile of green strands plopped onto the warm area of a shoulder.

She isn’t letting Izuku hold her back from breakfast.

“Izuku.”

Grabbing the cusp of the cage, nimble fingers attempted to pull apart the scarred digits locked together, however (y/n) underestimated the power behind them.

“No.”

Pulling their bodies even closer, (y/n)’s shoulder blades attempted to push or deter the progress of Izuku winning this morning’s war.

“Yes.”

It wasn’t fair! All you wanted was a nice cup of coffee and your breakfast, but Izuku was making it impossible by being fucking adorable.

“No.”

He knew he weighed heavier than you, so it was realistically unachievable for (y/n) to squirm out of Izuku’s grasp, even if she twisted, pushed, and kicked at her lover’s legs— (y/n) knew she couldn’t win this battle with brute strength alone.

“Lemme—” Izuku knew (y/n) could sense the slow upturn of his lips, “Get—” However, he didn’t sense her arms breaking free of his cage, “My—” and gripping the headboard in such fury, “Food!” that once her head was lifted from the plush pillow, the female twisted her wrists and hips to the left side of the bed that it threw Izuku off guard—causing his makeshift arm prison to be shook off- and allowed (y/n) to sloppily exit the bed.

Nonetheless, when brute strength didn’t win, it was only the matter of making his girlfriend give into the temptation of his puppy dog eyes, pouty lips, and the irresistible whine of her name, that always lured the female back into his arms.

(That has a 95% efficiency of working, and it seems that today would be the remaining 5% of not working.)

“(Y/n), please…” As the male watched the female put on her exercising clothes, he knows its too late to stop her now, so all he’s able to do is groan “It’s like you’re cheating on me with your cornflakes…” where in response; there’s a pause, then an amused snort of “Honey, you cheat on me with the infirmary beds— So, don’t go there.” Before a small smooch of love was placed on his cheek and the only thing that he hears afterwards, is his room’s door shutting on itself.

It takes a few more seconds for him to fully awake to someone’s shout of “WHO THE FUCK ATE THE CORNFLAKE’S!” at the top of their lung’s, in which Izuku assumes that’s your voice, where he hears another feminine voice of “WAIT-- IS OUR CORNFLAKE’S GONE?!” Izuku could only think that could be Uraraka’s voice.

Even though the voices calmed down in volume, thanks to Iida of course, there was a high-pitched scream and another person that said something like…what was it, again?

Something like “they’ve gone feral!” before it went deathly silent.

(Has reality turned into the apocalypse?)

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For the rest of the day, most people strayed away from (y/n) and Uraraka, mostly out of fear that since their breakfast was stolen from them- right, under their noses-, where there was a short snippet of Tokoyami informing the rest of the class that their ‘spirits’ are emitting a ‘dark aura’ which cannot be ‘tamed’, unless they were ‘cured’ with the ‘blessing’ of Kellogg Cornflakes.

Here’s basic translation of what he meant: (Y/n) and Uraraka are equipped for the hunt.

Whilst some people shrugged it off, the majority of the class see those blood thirsty eyes watching, inspecting, and psychologically analysing each and every one of their movements.

(Ah shit, class 1-A is in rigor mortis at this point.)

To say Izuku and maybe a few other people were scared, that would be an understatement in their enrolment to UA.

Usually (y/n) walks with Izuku down to the cafeteria.

Nope, not today.

Within the peripheral range of class 1-A’s eyes, as soon as the bell rings, the two girls seemed to already reach the door before disappearing into the parade that is a high school’s hallway.

It wasn’t until Iida, Izuku, and Shoto arrived at their usual table where Uraraka, Tsuyu, and (y/n) sat, that they, too, saw what Tokoyami meant by ‘dark aura’- the usually chill, easy-going friend they had was consumed by the pit fires of hell.

(WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO HER?!?!)

“We don’t know who it is, but when we find out,” Uraraka started out the conversation with Tsuyu as (Y/n) sat in between them texting- the loud, ear wrenching pressing of multiple places on her phone (using only her nails) was heard from the opposite side of the table.

“Uraraka and Tsu, we got ‘em.”

The smile they displayed was something out of a horror movie.

“Who did you get…?” Iida was the bravest one to ask.

(May God bless him in heaven. Amen.)

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Misty, suffocating air greeted the majority of Class 1-A where the whole common room was shed in darkest, except the lounge area- but the couches were nowhere to be seen, instead there was a large kiddie sized pool filled with cats meowing alongside Aizawa sleeping in the middle and Shinsou sitting on a chair with Tsuyu, Uraraka, and (y/n), wearing police officer uniforms with pitch black sunglasses and armed with black baton in their hands, backing him up.

(When did they get those uniforms?)

“H-hey Kirishima?”

Izuku was lost, scared, and tired. All he wanted was to cuddle with his girlfriend, but (y/n) looks like she might bury him six feet under if she doesn’t figure who ate her Kellogg Cornflakes.

“Yeah man?”

For some reason Kirishima was wearing similar sunglasses to the makeshift police of 1-A and he was sitting in the kiddie pool with cats laying on top of his thighs where he honoured a pin saying, “the feline species are superior”.

“Umm…D-do you know what’s going on?”

Kirishima paused, then raised his hand to pet a cat.

(He looks oddly at peace…)

“Shinsou is helping the girls interrogate who stole their breakfast this morning, if you answer correctly then you get to sit in this pool!”

And so Izuku did as Kirishima suggested him to do.

“You are going to be put under my quirk in order pass the test.” Said Shinsou.

Okay… that sounds awfully suspicious. But Izuku still nodded and said yes, before feeling the familiar sensation of Shinsou’s quirk wash over him.

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“Did you eat the Kelloggs Cornflakes?”

(He’s sure he hasn’t.)

“No.” His voice was bland of emotion before breaking out of his temporary brainwash, then given a pair of black sunglasses and the same pin that Kirishima wore.

“You are free to sit in the kiddie pool if you want to. Otherwise, thank you for not being a traitor.” The girls say in unison.

(WHAT FALSE EARTH DOES HE LIVE ON?)

Though once Izuku sat down in the kiddie pool next to Kirishima, all of his fears, worries, and doubts soon vanished under the cover of the feline species (which are superior).

Something along the lines of “BATTER UP BITCHES, WE HAVE A GRAPE TO CATCH” was heard a moment later.

Screams of help? No, we don’t know her.

All we know is that you should never touch somebodies Kellogg Cornflakes.

Amen.

Taglist:

@quietlegends, @izukubabe, @nyanyabisjjj, @glitterfreezed, @sweater-weather-seven

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pterodactylterrace · 4 years ago

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Guys Like You Chapter 6

Title: Guys Like You

Chapter: 6

Chapter Summary: More of a filler chapter, not much Henry, I’m sorry.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, pregnancy, poor self image, bad coping mechanisms, low self esteem.

{Prologue} {Chapter 1} {Chapter 2} {Chapter 3} {Chapter 4} {Chapter 5}

"I already told you, Faye! I don't want anything to do with this!"

"So because I want to keep my babies, you're leaving me? Is that what you're trying to tell me, David?"

"Yes! Shit, I knew you were dumb, but seriously!"

"Excuse me?"

"Are you deaf too, whore? How do you even know I'm the one that knocked you up? You've slept with just about every guy in town!"

"Get the fuck out."

"Don't come crying to me later! You're nothing without me! No one is ever going to want you. Especially once you have kids. Who the hell wants used goods? Have fun living a life of regret!"

Faye jerked awake, her head spinning as she tried to catch her bearings. Did David really leave her just like that? Sure he wasn't the greatest, but he had never lashed out like that before. At least not where anyone else could witness it.

No. David's gone. He has been gone for almost four years now. New life. Starting over. It's all in the past now.

Have to get the baby up before the sitter comes. Work is coming up soon. Life goes on.

"Briar, what are you doing on the floor?" Faye chuckled, crouching down next to her daughter, curled up on her pillow by her bed.

"I'm a puppy." Briar yawned in explanation, holding her arms up to be lifted, promptly licking her mother's cheek as soon as she was up.

"Briar, we talked about licking people."

"I'm not Briar, I'm puppy."

"Ok then, puppy, no licking people. Now what do you want for breakfast?"

"Puppy food."

"Cereal it is."

Feed the toddler, quick shower, get dressed, throw her hair up away from her face, wait for the baby sitter, hugs and kisses goodbye, then off to work. The usual routine she had settled herself into.

Feed the baby, because she's hungry and she comes first.

Shower, because she probably has some sort of mystery goo on her from the toddler.

Get dressed, avoid the mirror. No one wants to be reminded of how much they've changed. The softness she wasn't used to around her lower stomach, hips and thighs. Her breasts no longer as perky as they used to be. The stretchmarks competing with her tattoo's for attention.

Then, the hardest part of the day. "Ok, Briar, Mrs. Anderson is here. Mommy has to go to work. I love you."

"I love you too, Mommy." Briar responded, hugging her mother tight and kissing her cheek before she was sat back down.

"Have a nice day, Miss Warren."

"I hope she's not too much to handle."

"Never is."

Some days, Faye likes to pretend she's ok. Like she has a handle on things. Like she knows what she's doing and not just blindly stumbling through her life while trying to do right by her daughter.

Other days, she would absently push her sleeves up and her eye would catch on the black lines decorating her forearm, just below her elbow. Some days she's reminded that life is a bitch, and you can't always get what you want. On those days she tried to stay out of her own head, though that rarely worked.

She could slap on a smile with the best of them, but she could never force it to reach her eyes. Her face always remained an open book, free for anyone to read. The past creeps up on you. There's nothing you can do to stop it some days. On a bad day, the ghosts of the past will haunt your mind, echoing the worst days of your life into the void of your shattered heart.

"No one is ever going to want you!"

"You're nothing without me!"

"Who wants used goods?"

"I'm sorry, Miss Warren. There was nothing we could do."

Over and over on a seemingly never ending loop, reminding her of the darkest times in her life.

Why would anyone want her? She's not the same hot twenty six year old she used to be. She was soft. She was saggy. She would never be as attractive as she used to be. Anyone in their right mind would turn around and run once they realized how much she had let herself go.

Days like today were best spent keeping people at a distance. Tell them some story about being tired. Avoid anyone that is going to call her out on her obvious lie. Therein lies the problem with dying your hair obnoxious colors. Among a sea of blonde and brunette, powder blue tends to stick out and make it almost impossible to vanish.

Lie your way out of it. Survive another day. Tomorrow might not be better, but at least it won't be the same.

"Mommy, you're back!" The sweetest sound she could hear all day.

"I always come back, my little love." Faye assured, kissing her daughter's head.

Need to care for the baby. She comes first. She deserves the world. Play time. Dinner time. Bath time. Story time. Bed time. The same after work routine she had established months ago when she decided to drop everything and run.

Her daughter thought the world of her. She would do anything to see her smile. She would wear the stupid costume. She would pretend to be a horsey. She would let her daughter use her as a jungle gym. She would make the same dinner again for the third night in a row for her. So what if she soaked the bathroom floor during bath time? She was a mermaid, and she wanted to show off her tail. Story time, always an adventure with her imaginative little girl. What world would they find themselves in today? Dinosaurs? Princesses? Mythology? A rhyming book?

Ah, yes of course. Her current favorite, the book about the dinosaur cleaning his room. She was a girl obsessed with dinosaurs at the moment.

"Mommy, where's my Papa?" Briar asked, staring intently down at the page depicting a mother and father watching the dinosaur throw away paper scraps.

"Don't worry about him, sweetheart. He wasn't a nice man." Faye explained, resting her cheek on her daughter's head.

"Can I have a new Papa?"

"Maybe someday, sweetheart."

"Can Spider-man be my new Papa?"

"Why do you want Spider-man to be your new Papa?"

"He's my boyfriend!"

"That's not how it works, silly. If he's your boyfriend, he can't also be by boyfriend! Pick another hero!"

"Batman!"

"Well, he is rich." Faye mused, Briar giggling happily. "Now it's time for bed, my love."

"Ok, Mommy. I love you!"

"I love you too, Briar." Faye whispered, kissing her forehead. The nightlight was switched on and the door was left cracked open, just in case. Now for her seldom used free time.

Should she sketch some more? Finish that painting she started forever ago? Ever since she started a "real" job, her art had fallen by the wayside. She was too drained to do much after work and caring of her daughter.

Maybe some drawing will lift her spirits and keep the nightmares at bay tonight. But what to draw? Not in the mood for still life. Brain too fried for something straight from her imagination. Her usual model was sleeping, and her last few self portraits had been a serious blow to her ego. She just drew what she saw in the mirror. Then, when she was finished, she decided she should have worn more clothing before she drew herself. What was supposed to boost her confidence and empower her as a woman instead left her wondering when exactly she developed that roll when sitting in that position.

"Fuck it. I'm drawing a moose." Faye grumbled to herself, turning the page from her self portrait to a blank sheet. Half an hour later when she was trying to remember what a moose's antlers looked like, she finally picked up her phone. Seven unread messages? That seems like a lot. When was the last time she looked at her phone? Oh yeah, when she got home, five hours ago.

All from one person. So she wasn't ignoring everyone at least. Seven messages, all from Henry. Shit. That's not good.

Are you ok?

You seemed off on set today

You didn't even talk to me

Did you at least make it home alright?

Can you send me a sign of life?

I'm sorry if I upset you or something. Can you please talk to me? I'm genuinely worried.

Please?

Well, fuck. Here she was playing unicorn apocalypse with her daughter, and this poor guy was worrying himself to death.

Sorry, I was drawing a moose

Perfect way of saying "I wasn't ignoring you" while also avoiding his persistent questions about her wellbeing. The good old 'drawing a moose' excuse. Works every time.

I think your moose aged me by ten years. Are you ok?

Just had a bad day

Anything I can do to help?

Squeeze me until I stop struggling and my spine snaps

That's called 'murder' Miss Warren

I knew there was a name for it

Is there anything I can do for you that involves less prison?

Nah, if you're not going to take me out, then I'm not interested

I'm not going to take you out by murder. I will take you out on a date.

Faye froze, staring at her phone. He was just playing around, like he always did. No way he was serious. Henry liked to flirt, and she wasn't about to throw herself at him over a joke. She had more dignity than that. So how does she respond? She can't just ignore him, and taking forever to respond is going to give the impression that she was freaking out over what he said.

She was completely freaking out over what he had said, but he didn't need to know that. Was he just looking to get laid or something? Probably. He had gotten pretty close the last time he had been over. There's a difference between dating and screwing, though. He was probably just looking for someone to fuck while waiting for a woman worth his time to come along. Faye was broken out of her thoughts by her phone going off again, alerting her to a new message. Didn't he know she was busy having an existential crisis?

If you're free on Sunday you can come over and show me that moose your working on

*you're

Smart ass

Sunday?

I'll have to see if Mrs. Anderson can watch Briar

Bring her along. She keeps asking me about Kal

Pretty on brand for her

Sunday?

Sunday.

Sunday. What to wear on Sunday? He was probably looking for a little something something for his time, so something slutty? She got rid of all her slutty clothes after she had Briar in a fit of self hatred toward her new mom bod, so that was out. Besides, he wouldn't have invited Briar over too if he was looking to get laid.

So what does one wear on a casual 'date' these days? She had until Sunday to figure that out.

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cotillion-the-rope · 3 years ago

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Shade Lord Ghost Drabbles: The White Lady

"Maybe Ghost and/or Hollow and Hornet meet up with the White Lady?"

In the memories Ghost had shared, getting into the White Lady’s hollow and meeting her in its center had been easy. But their form must’ve been awfully small before they’d ascended to godhood because there was no way Hollow could fit through that opening

They leaned their forehead against the side of the tree. They were so close and yet so far. … With the Radiance dead, did the White Lady forgive them their failure? Did they deserve such forgiveness? Or want it? Did she even know the Radiance was dead and thus Hollow was free of the Void Egg and the Dreamers free of their sleep? … Impossible to know when they couldn’t get in to see her.

A few hours later

“Ah, here you are. I’ve been looking all over for you.”

Pushing off the tree, Hollow turned their head to watch Hornet approach. “What are you doing all the way out here?” she continued as she reached them. “Or… I guess I know why. You’re here to see the White Lady.”

That was their reason for being out here, yes, but… they couldn’t get in to do so. They’d simply stayed because they weren’t sure what else to do. Also, they’d wanted to avoid Ghost for a little longer; Ghost was pleasant but their presence was a bit intense, their thoughts and emotions often even more so, Hollow needed a break.

Hornet turned to look at the tree. “I don’t understand why you’d want to see her but I suppose my understanding of it doesn’t matter. Alas, she’s a coward hiding from her crimes by closing herself off from the rest of the world. It’s about time she came out and joined us though. Let’s cut her out.”

Hollow hadn’t considered doing that. Were they allowed to do such a thing? Surely it was unkind to force her out of her hollow like that. But Hornet was already drawing her needle and stabbing it into the bark of the tree. It didn’t go in very far.

“Help me with this.”

Well Hollow wanted to see the White Lady and they were good at following orders so they drew their nail. It wasn’t in great shape – Ghost had recommended they take it to the nail smith to reforge and strengthen it but they hadn’t yet because they’d been planning to do so after their visit the White Lady – but even so they were strong enough stab it deep into the tree, finding the hollow that presumably housed the White Lady. With the edge as dulled as it was sawing an opening into the trunk would be nigh on impossible so instead, they pulled it out, shifted it up slightly and pressed it in again. It would take a while but that was fine. After the third stab though…

“Stop.” The White Lady’s voice was muffled through the tree. “I’ll come out on my own.”

Hollow withdrew their nail and stepped back. Planting the tip of the nail in the ground at their feet, they folded their hands over its hilt and straightened their back as they settled into waiting for the White Lady to emerge.

“I’m guessing you wouldn’t listen if I told you to continue cutting her out,” Hornet said.

That was correct. The only orders that Hollow might even consider following over those of the White Lady’s were the Pale King’s. And even then, such a situation had never occurred and thus they weren’t sure what they would’ve done if it had. … Even the remote chance of it happening was gone with the Pale King dead. … Had he died because they’d failed to contain the Radiance? Or would he have died no matter what? Hollow would probably never know.

Hornet sighed and sat on nearby tree root. “You’re even harder to communicate with than Ghost was before they ascended. At least they nodded or shook their head sometimes.”

True to her nature as a sentient tree being, the White Lady never did anything quickly. She was always slow and methodical. Thus it was a few hours before she was emerging from the opening she’d magically coaxed the tree into making for her.

She looked in Hollow’s general direction as she stepped towards them. Her eyes were milky, gaze unfocused. Shoulders hunched, her stature seemed diminished since last Hollow had seen her an immeasurable length of time ago. So Hollow wasn’t the only one who was no longer what they’d once been. … How different would the Pale King have been if he’d survived to be with them here?

“I didn’t believe this day would ever come.” The White Lady sounded almost… sad? Though what did Hollow really know about emotions?

They’d only come here with the desire to see her but now that she stood in front of them, they weren’t sure what to do or even want they wanted from her. She’d always been the one to initiate contact of any sort as they were meant to be hollow and thus not able to feel emotions. That was a lie though and now that they both knew that, what was Hollow supposed to do? Especially after so long when so much had changed.

Before they had much time to think on it, Hornet spoke hopped down from where she’d climbed up to rest I the tree branches, landing gracefully next to Hollow facing the White Lady. “You owe them an apology. It won’t fix anything or make any of what you did to them or any of your other offspring better but you still owe them one anyway.”

“You are correct, Hornet.” Her gaze settled more firmly on Hollow, indicating that perhaps her sight wasn’t completely gone. “I’m sorry. You were meant be hollow. You were made to contain the Radiance indefinitely. But in hindsight perhaps that plan was doomed to fail from the start. I would undo it if I could.”

If Hollow could speak, they might’ve said they forgave her even though now that they were thinking about it… did they? Containing the Radiance had been far worse than anything they ever could’ve imagined. It was their own fault for not being truly hollow but she and the Pale King had still been the ones to put them through it. They’d created Hollow solely for that purpose. Not to mention all the failed vessels who’d never made it out of the abyss who’d also been created for that purpose. … Still though, she was their mother, she and the Pale King had showed them love despite believing them incapable of returning it. And they’d been trying to save the kingdom and everyone in it; a noble cause. So perhaps forgiveness was earned anyway? …

Regardless of whether or Hollow forgave her, unlike Ghost, they lacked the emotional energy or willpower to be angry about. They just wanted things to go back to how they’d been before the Egg. Such would never happen though. So instead, they let their posture sag back into what had become normal for them now as they stepped closer to the White Lady.

Slow and gentle as always, she lifted a hand to cradle their face, thumbing over the crack on the side of the shell. “It’s been a long time. I’d missed you.”

“I’ll leave you two to it then,” Hornet said before springing off, vanishing within seconds.

Lowering her hand, the White Lady sighed. “I’m not sure what to do now.”

Hollow understood the feeling completely. They had no idea what to do anymore, especially with no one there to tell them. But, inspired by their reunion with Ghost, they did have an idea one what to do in this exact moment.

They put their nail away, hanging it off of the back of their new cloak that Hornet had made for them. Then they took the White Lady’s hand and pulled her towards the exit. They would take her up to Dirtmouth and introduce her to everyone Ghost had introduced them to. It wasn’t much but it was something, right?

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thewritingdumpster · 4 years ago

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It was not that bad

Oh, the things I would do for you

Heeseung walked around the dorm, aiming to loot the pantry.

But then something in his peripheral view catched his attention.

There was a pink bundle, laying lifelessy on the couch.

Now, this would've probably be normal occurence to Heeseung, given the fact that he share a dorm with the emo hoodie-lover that goes by the name of Nishimura Riki.

But he was more than sure that he heard the Japanese yelling in the top 3 room, probably too invested in his game.

The unofficial leader slowly approached the laying figure, step filled with wariness, you never know when they will try to pull a prank on you again.

He kept getting closer with no reaction from the unidentified pink bundle (he was more than sure that it was too small to be either Daniel or K and he could also tell that he wasn't Niki).

All doubts are vanished when he's finally in front of the sofa, coming face to face (or knees to face?) with shameless happy virus Sunoo.

Heeseung's perfect eyebrows shoot up.

The younger was lying in fetal position on the sofa, hoodie covering half of his face but not able to hide the tiredness evident in his eyes (or what Heeseung was able to see of them).

To say that he was surprised was an understatement, worry kicking in right after.

The younger was knew since the beginning as a true mood maker, a ball of sunshine, always ready to smile, laugh, joke and practice with his fellow trainees.

But any trace of his usual and natural bubbly self was gone, blank face and eyes void of that playful (and in Heeseung's point of view dangerous) glint.

"Sunoo-ah? Is everything okay?"

Heeseung gently shook the boy's shoulder, trying to get him back from his zoning out.

Said boy slowly raised his eyes, meeting the ones of his (almost) bandmate.

"Oh, hyung, yes, I was just thinking"

Chuckled Sunoo, sitting up, a hand going to rub his eyes,even if it looked more like wiping a tear, but if Heeseung noticed, he just kept his mouth shut.

"Did you need anything from me?"

At this the ace pursed his lips.

His friend clearly didn't want to talk about it, whatever it was and Heeseung couldn't blame him, with all the cameras around the house, they'll never know what Mnet will use for the program or how they will use it.

Talking about personal problems in this situation was kinda difficult, having to hide yourself in the most hidden corner, hoping that the microphones won't catch your conversation.

But Mr. Shiny teeth's heart shattered seeing his dear dongsaeng blotchy face and glossy eyes.

Hell, he looked adorable even like this, but this wasn't the ti-

This is where it hit him.

Maybe Sunoo won't talk about it, but Heeseung know what will surely at least make him smile again.

Yeah, it wouldn't make the problem disappear, but it will make the sad and gloomy expression disappear from his beautiful face.

Okay Heeseung, you can do it, is not so hard.

Inhale, exhale.

"Sunoo-ahhhh~ why did Jay ignore me when I asked him if I was cool too?~"

He did it.

He actually did it.

He talked to Sunoo in the best aegyo-cringe-worthy voice that he could muster, face contorting in what he hope was a pout, big doe eyes staring at the younger one.

Said boy instinctively flinched, back hitting the back of the sofa, eyes and mouth widening and hands flying to his mouth in his iconic adorably dramatic reaction.

"Sunoo-ah, you think that Heeseungie hyung is cool too, right?"

The leader added, still talking in that cringey voice, trying his best to remember all of Sunoo's lesson on "how to act cute, guide by the cutest cutie".

A loud laughter erupted in the silent room (if you exclude Niki and Sunghoon's yelling from the purple room because they would probably ruin the mood) and Heeseung could finally breathe again.

"Obviously, Heeseungie hyung is the coolest of them all"

Was the younger response, fully aware of what Heeseungie hyung did, fondness not so hidden behind his playful tone.

Now, Sunoo is not dumb, he is fully aware of what his (unofficial) leader just did, acting all cute just to make him smile again.

That's totally why he gripped his arm, pulled it until Heeseung was kneeling on the sofa and then hugged his torso.

Not because he just wanted to hug his dear hyung, nah, he just wanted to show his gratitude.

Sure.

How from that "thank you" hug they ended up cuddling and sleeping on the couch was a mystery.

And so was the number of photos and videos that the others took of them.

But, well, if this is what Heeseung can gain in exchange of totally destroying his own pride...

Then...

Well...

It was not THAT bad.

Inspired and dedicated to @prikicarat

Also, please, if you find weird comments, I am sorry, but I had to put some reference to my friends, good luck finding them and sorry for the cringe

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classysassy9791 · 4 years ago

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When a job goes terribly wrong, the Fairy Tail guild is left to pick up the pieces. Mourning the deaths of their guildmates, Lucy can't seem to find the strength to move forward. But she comes to realize one person understands. His madness was her mercy, and she finally began to hope that maybe he could make her heart beat again.

Fandom: Fairy Tail Genre: Adventure/Tragedy Warning: Character Death(s) Ch. 1 l Ch. 2 l

Chapter 3 Word Count: 3,100 Can also be found here

I give up on editing this anymore so here it is

The first thing Juvia noticed upon entering the guildhall that morning was that Gray was nowhere to be found. More often than not, he arrived earlier than she, prompting a touch of concern as to where the ice-make mage could be. He had taken a job the day before, so there was a chance he could be sleeping in after arriving home late.

The second thing she noticed was the hum of electricity among her fellow guildmates. They gathered at the tables closest to the stage, everyone murmuring amidst themselves. Knitting her brows with worry, the bluenette weaved her way over to where Wendy sat.

“Good morning, Wendy,” she greeted the young girl with a small smile. “Why is everyone so lively?”

With a drained look she offered, “Hello, Juvia,” before dropping her gaze to the floor. “I-I guess you haven’t heard yet.”

Blue eyes glanced between her and Charle, who perched beside her with a hollow expression. “Hear what?”

“Well, Team Natsu went on a mission yesterday and-”

Her heart missed a beat, terrifying worst-case scenarios coming to her mind with Gray’s absence. “Where’s Gray?” Juvia demanded anxiously. “Has he returned?”

Wendy quickly nodded, setting her panic at ease. “Yeah, he came home. He’s in the infirmary right now. I’m not sure what happened, but he and Lucy were hurt pretty bad.”

Her eyes shifted distractedly over to the hallway leading to their clinic. “Maybe Juvia should go check on him.”

“Absolutely not,” a woman interrupted before she could scamper off to his side. Porlyusica suddenly appeared with her ever present scowl. “He needs to rest. Leave him be.”

“O-Oh… Ah… right,” Juvia stammered, feeling a blush come to her cheeks. She still felt anxious, but knew better than to question the elder woman’s words. “Will he be all right?”

“He’ll be fine. He’s a stubborn fool.”

The water mage breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness.”

“Hey, you guys!” Levy called as she bounced over, Team Shadowgear hot on her heels.

“Oh, good morning,” Wendy greeted.

“What happened last night?” the solid-script mage asked, concerned lines creasing her brow as she took note of their medicinal advisor. “Jet told me he had to fetch Porlyusica.”

“Gray and Lucy were badly injured,” Juvia explained. “What happened is still unclear.”

“Cana didn’t offer an explanation either when she came to get me,” Jet said, running a hand through his hair. “I’ve never seen her so sober.”

Levy fiddled with the hem of her dress nervously, giving Wendy a questioning glance. “Is Lu okay?”

“She’ll be fine,” she affirmed with a small nod. “They both just need some rest for now.”

“What’s everyone buzzin’ about?” Gajeel questioned as he sauntered over, keeping his eyes peeled on the rest of the guildhall. “Ain’t like them this early in the morning.”

Panther Lily hopped onto the table next to Charle. “We’re usually never here this early,” he pointed out.

“Master wants to make an announcement.” Cana strolled over, her customary barrel of alcohol propped against her hip and a soft warmth blooming upon her cheeks. “It’s not good.”

“Why do you say that?” Levy asked.

“I saw Lucy and Gray come in last night. It was pretty bad.”

“You don’t think something terrible happened, do you?” Wendy fiddled with her hands anxiously.

Gajeel folded his arms over his chest. “Didn’t they go on a mission with Salamander?”

“Yeah, along with Erza and Happy.” Levy’s hazel eyes quickly scanned their gathered guildmates. “But I haven’t seen either of them all morning.”

“The Thunder Legion was sent out, too,” Cana mumbled. “This doesn’t sit well with me.”

The guildhall suddenly hushed as Makarov entered the room, climbing up onto the stage in order to be better seen and heard. Mirajane stood beside him, but her usual cheerful smile had been replaced by a deep frown. Her eyes were rimmed red and her cheeks were flushed, making it apparent to everyone that she had been crying. Levy exchanged an anxious glance with those beside her.

Their master cleared his throat, his eyes noticeably misty. “My heart is heavy today,” he began, his voice thick with tears. “I come to you not as your guild master, but as a member of the family we hold dear. Unfortunately, in this world, not everything can be fixed, no matter how much we wish it could.”

Dread had Levy’s stomach locked up tight and her teeth clenched together.

The room fell eerily silent. “Yesterday, our strongest team went on a mission to capture bandits in Freesia. But demons from the books of Zeref blindsided them.”

Levy swallowed against the hard lump in her throat. It became hard to breathe. Where was Erza, Natsu, and Happy? Why weren’t they there?

“It is with a broken heart that I tell you some of our family did not make it home alive.”

“N-No,” Levy whispered, her hands muffling the gasp that escaped as tears welled in her eyes. Loud murmurs of disbelief rang out across the guild, fear building in a frenzy as everyone turned wide eyes to their master.

He paused for a moment to reel in his emotions as Mirajane quietly broke down sobbing beside him. “Natsu, Erza, and Happy all died in battle. They were our beloved family and fought bravely to instill the protection of those we hold dear.”

The news passed through the guild like a hurricane. Levy’s mind was laid waste by it, the desolation she felt all consuming. She suddenly felt weak in the knees, falling backwards onto a bench. Cana dropped her alcohol, causing the contents to spill onto the floor. The room filled with hysterical crying, the screaming sobs molding together to form one.

“T-Tom Cat…?” she heard Charle whisper from beside her, a choked sob escaping Wendy’s lips.

Gajeel clenched his hands into fists, wide eyes staring as he tried to comprehend the master’s words. “S-Salamander? No way…”

Levy cried as if her brain was being shredded from the inside. From her mouth came a cry so raw that Gajeel bent down to pull her to his chest, running shaky fingers through her hair. She curled her hands around his shirt so she could find some gravity with her violent shaking. The whole world vanished for her. Now there was only pain enough to break her - to break them - pain enough to change them all beyond recognition.

“My children!” Makarov cried out above the noises of desolation.

The screams quieted to soft, choked sobs, as they all turned blurry vision toward him. Each of their expressions begged him to have the answers as to how this had happened… as to how they were supposed to endure such a loss.

He looked over each and every one of them, his own tears falling down his cheeks. “Y-You’re going to think that the pain will never end, but it will. That I can promise. But first, you have to let it all in. You can’t fight it; it’s bigger than you. You have to let yourself drown in it, but then, eventually, you’ll start to swim. And every single breath that you fight for will make you stronger. And I promise you, you’ll beat this! We all will!”

“How the hell did this happen?!” Macao called out angrily. “How?!”

Makarov shook his head. “I’m afraid I don’t have all the details. Thank Mavis that Gray and Lucy were both brought back home alive. They’re in the infirmary recovering thanks to Wendy and Porlyusica.”

Levy squeezed her eyes shut, listening as Gajeel mumbled incoherent phrases, as Juvia cried for a queen, and Wendy sobbed for a fellow dragon slayer. She took in everything, feeling as if a weight pressed on her chest, and she was drowning in her own tears.

Their master wiped his hand under his nose like a child. “I have postponed any job requests for the time being. With the jewels we received from the Games, I will cover all expenses until further notice. Do not break alone, my children. We are a family, and we will get through this together - as a family.”

Within the mess of emotions surrounding her, Levy repeated Makarov’s news over and over again in her mind.

Natsu… Erza… Happy… dead��

Lucy… Gray… alive…

And then her eyes opened wide.

Lucy…!

...

Lucy felt emotionally bankrupt. There was nothing left to feel, nothing left to say, nothing left but the void that enveloped her mind in swirling blackness. She peeked out from beneath her covers and looked at Gray with eyes filled with anguish. He was sitting up, his gaze trained on the window, as he had been for the past two hours.

Reluctantly, once he had woken up and questioned what had happened, she had given him the news of their friends’ deaths. He had yelled out in denial, refusing to believe her, but as she replayed their final moments out on the battlefield as Virgo and Loke appeared, reality started to set in.

Since then, he had clammed up. He had sobbed - she had never seen him so vulnerable - and then he went silent. He now stared vacantly out at the sunrise, as if searching for something.

About an hour ago, she had heard all the commotion coming from the main hall and knew the rest of the guild had been told the news. The door creaked open, catching Lucy’s attention. She glanced over her covers to see a petite young woman with blue hair peek her head in.

“Lu…?” she whispered hesitantly.

The blonde debated if she wanted to see her friend, or if she would rather pretend to be asleep so she could be left alone. Thinking better of it, she pulled the blanket off of her face. “Hey, Levy,” she replied softly.

Levy stepped over, her hands clenched in front of her as if to keep them from trembling. Her cheeks were red and blotchy from crying. “Oh, Lucy…”

Her words were so tender and full of sympathy, that Lucy felt tears welling in her eyes all over again. “He-He’s gone,” she said, her voice cracking. “They’re all gone.”

Lucy’s body began to shake with her sobs, the sound breaking free from her throat, savage and raw. Levy pushed away the covers and slid into the bed next to her. She wrapped her arms around her friend, running her fingers through her golden-spun hair, and whispered soothing words to help calm her shattered heart.

Sometime during it all, Juvia came to Gray’s bedside, reaching out a trembling hand around his own. “Gray…?” she whispered.

His only response was to pull away, ignoring her presence completely. The desolation he felt consumed him, his mind became an icy wasteland; the wind howled in his soul and wrapped icy tentacles around his heart so tightly, it almost stopped beating.

And faintly, he realized, it had begun to rain.

...

Sitting alone at the Fairy Tail guildhall, Cana took a swig from her glass and waited for the effects to kick in. She waited. And waited. But the numb feeling inside her didn’t wane.

The quiet of the guildhall made her blood run as cold as Fiore’s winters. It was as if nature conspired against her in the dark, not daring to whisper the reassurance she craved. Echoes of boisterous voices spun through her mind, of a lively guild filled with fistfights and magic.

Now, there was only silence.

It gnawed at her insides, hanging in the air like the suspended moment before falling glass shattered on the ground. Like a gaping void. It needed to be filled with sounds, words, anything.

The main door creaked open and she heard soft footsteps echo in the empty guildhall. Mirajane walked over to Cana, giving her a weak smile, barely noticeable in the dim lighting. “I thought I’d find you here.” Her blue eyes, which were usually so bright and kind, had dulled to an opaque grey. They were puffy, but her tears had finally dried up.

The card mage tilted her head in acknowledgement, taking another long gulp. “Where else is there to be?”

Humming her agreement, the eldest Strauss sibling slipped behind the bar for a glass to fill from the tap, and joined Cana in a drink. Once the news of what had happened had sunk in, everyone had dispersed to find their own way of grieving.

“I used to complain about how loud the guild was. All the fighting and the music and the people non-stop talking,” Cana said, her voice brittle as if she were about to cry. “Now, it’s too quiet. I’d give my right arm to hear Natsu start a fight or for Erza to end it, or for Happy to make another of his snarky comments.”

Blue eyes peered wistfully over the darkened guildhall, memories of their childhood revolving through her mind. Over a decade had passed since the first of them had stumbled into Fairy Tail. Even after all they had been through at such a young age, they had still been so innocent as to what lay ahead. “It’s a frightening thought, that in one fraction of a moment, everything you hold dear can be altered forever.”

Cana gripped her glass tighter. “It all just feels like a bad joke.”

“I don’t think the universe is kidding this time.” She didn’t need to voice aloud the circumstances regarding Lisanna’s death. Her body had disappeared in a glitter of golden light. This time, there was no mistake that Natsu, Erza, and Happy were gone. Mirajane took a sip of her drink thoughtfully, swirling the alcohol around in her mouth, relishing in the burn before swallowing.

Cana raised a brow suspiciously. “Since when do you drink?”

“Since I woke up yesterday and never imagined the day would end this badly.” The barmaid shrugged, silver hair a mess and her eyes sad. “I always thought there were bad days, but not in the way most people think, you know? I think… I think really bad days happen when everything seems to be going wrong, and you just want to throw your hands up in the air and give up. Because clearly, the world is out to get you.”

Tears welling in her eyes, Cana held up her glass. “To really, really bad days, then.”

They drank quietly as the shadows grew darker and it wasn’t until after nightfall that they realized something.

As it turned out, a person couldn’t drink away the silence.

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Every breath was an implosion.

Lucy sat on the edge of the bed with no strength to move. Her shaky fingers finally came to a stop after running restlessly through her messy hair. She bit down on her lip trying not to burst into tears. It wasn’t going to help. It wouldn’t change anything.

Night had fallen, causing everyone to leave the guild. Juvia had fallen asleep in a chair, her head resting on Gray’s bed, but Lucy had persuaded Levy to go home. Brown eyes lifted to look at her teammate, lip quivering.

“Gray…?” Her voice came out in a choked whisper.

“Don’t.” The word was deliberate, and sharper than knives. He didn’t even bother to face her, instead lying on his side with his back toward her.

Lucy glanced away, feeling as if she had been slapped. She wrapped the blanket tighter around her shoulders, the events of the day leaving her feeling hollow. “You don’t get to do this,” she muttered, clenching her hands into fists.

“Don’t,” he repeated. “Just don’t. I don’t want to hear you say what I think you’re gonna say.”

Gray had woken up hours ago with the bitter taste of ash in his mouth and the grit of building caked into his skin. Somehow, before Lucy had replayed the events of the battle for him, he had known it was over. A part of him really knew. People always say they thought they would know if someone close to them had died. Maybe it was true. Because something inside him had broken on that day, and he knew it was over.

Grief felt like emptiness in his heart, a sheer of nothingness that somehow took over and held his soul, threatening to kill him entirely. It gave him this heavy feeling that was like the weight of the world sat on his chest.

He knew grief very well.

He felt it when Ur looked back at him, her body becoming the infamous iced-shell, as she gave her life for his. “I want Lyon to discover the world; Gray, you too, of course. You don’t have to be sad,” she had told him with a smile. “I’m alive. I’m eternally alive as ice. Step into the future. I’ll seal your darkness.”

He felt it when Ultear had given years of her life to give him one more minute of his, changing his fate entirely - her elderly face, tilted with lips pulled up, a shake of her head, wordlessly telling him it was okay.

And he felt it when Erza turned her back to him, scarlet hair shimmering in the fire’s glow; her armor cracked, her swords drawn. “I made a promise! I told Ultear I would look after you,” she had shouted back to him, facing the demon head-on as he lay bleeding. “And I never break a promise!” Even though by then she was already dying, she fought on. She was drenched to the core in blood and yet she fought on. She fought on until she collapsed and could fight no more. And then with the crack of bones, she was gone.

Why?!

Why did every woman he had ever learned to care for decide that his life was worth more than theirs? Why was he always the one left behind to mourn, to feel the guilt of their deaths?

It wasn’t fair, dammit!

“Please… Gray…”

Lucy’s voice drew him from his thoughts and he glanced down to see he had wrapped the sheets tight in his fist, turning his knuckles white. He closed his eyes, but she somehow knew he was listening.

“We-We have their blood on our hands… Tell me it’s going to be okay. Promise me it’s going to be alright,” she cried meekly. “Tell me we have a reason to be here when they aren’t.”

He was silent for a moment, turning his hardened gaze to the dark sky outside. “I can’t.”

She opened her mouth and then closed it again, unable to come up with any response.

#fairy tail #fairy tail fanfiction #lucy heartfilia #gray fullbuster #natsu dragneel #erza scarlet #team natsu #sassy stays classy #my fanfiction #the last of us

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nothing-but-dreams · 4 years ago

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Raised From Darkness, We Deserve the Light

SPNDBCC (By @foundfamily4eva): Part 6- Destiel / Part 8- Love Confession Dean/Cas, 2.9k, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Angst to Fluff Summary: On the heels of losing Cas, and not being able to speak his truth, Dean goes on a mission to rescue Cas from the Empty. Things quickly go awry, and Dean has to fight to save the man he loves. AO3: Link

It was pitch black, the roar of thunder filled the nothingness like a cosmic being screaming a warning, and Dean felt like he was falling through time itself. He should’ve expected such, seeing as the Empty was, in fact, a cosmic being, and it was pissed that it couldn’t be left alone.

Dean took a shot at a spell he found in one of the old Men of Letters books. They said they used the spell to resurrect a demon who they needed information from. It wasn’t super specific, but Dean figured if it could get a demon out of the Empty, it could also work for an angel.

As he lit the ring of holy oil, a rift appeared, similar to the one that let them travel to purgatory and apocalypse world, but this one was black. Before he could figure out the next step, he was sucked into the void, and found himself falling endlessly through the Empty.

He hit something with a thud. He’d call it the ground, but it wasn’t. Everything around him was darkness. It fell silent. There was no more wind, no thunder, no distant calamity. Dean wished he had a map. Or a flashlight. Or a more thought out plan, because he really only thought this through up to the point where he got here. All he cared about was finding Cas, and bringing him home. He figured he’d make the rest up along the way.

Dean stood up, unable to see or hear anything other than his own breathing.

“Cas!” he shouted, hoping maybe, somehow Cas would be able to hear him. There was nothing. So he shouted his name again, and again, and again, calling out into the void, hoping something would shout back. He was about to give up when he heard a whoosh.

“Dean?”

Dean turned around, and sure enough, in front of him stood Castiel. It was overwhelming, the sudden rush of emotions that shot through his body. There was so much he wanted to say, so much he needed to say, but he didn’t know how. He was just as shocked standing before Cas now as he was when the Empty took him.

“Cas? Is it … is it really you?” Dean was skeptical, it seemed too easy to call out his name and that was enough to summon him.

“Yes. Are you really you?”

Dean tilted his head, waiting for an explanation.

“The Empty has been playing tricks on me ever since I got here. It’ll manifest as you and then make me think you were here to save me. Much like you are now.”

“No, it’s really good ol’, 50% scar tissue and cholesterol, me.”

“That’s good to hear. Well, not objectively, because the number one killer of humans is heart disease, and if you’re 50% cholesterol, that’s not-”

“Look,” Dean interrupted, realizing there was a very real possibility of Cas going off on a 30 minute tangent, “I don’t know how much time we have, so let’s try to figure out a plan to bust you out of here.”

“I don’t really know how to get out of here. Do you?” Cas asked, eyebrows raised.

Dean was flying by the seat of his pants. He realized, yeah, he really should’ve done a little more research on how to escape the Empty, but when an angel confesses their love to you, it can make you do crazy things.

“Not exactly. I kinda figured we’d go out the way I came in. Whatever, we’ll figure it out, but right now, we have to go.”

Dean went to grab Cas’s wrist, and in an instant, Cas’s body melted into a pile of black goo, and reemerged in the image of Meg, sitting on her throne.

“Dean, long time no see.”

“Meg?”

“No, this is just the face I’ve taken a liking to. But I figured you’d connect better with a certain lovesick angel. Gotta say, I’m pretty pissed you had to go and ruin my fun, because I could’ve toyed with you all day.”

“Where’s Cas?”

“All business, no play. Got it.” The Empty snapped its fingers and Cas appeared next to the throne. He was unharmed, but his eyes went wide and his jaw fell slack as soon as he saw Dean.

“Cas!” Dean tried to run to the angel, but he was frozen in place. It didn’t seem like Cas could move either.

“Ah, ah, ah, not so fast there lover boy. I know you want E.T. here to return home, but since I have him, I want to make a deal.”

Dean’s jaw tightened and his nostrils flared. Evil sons of bitches always wanted to make deals, and every time Dean said yes, he’d end up screwed over in the long run. But what the hell? This was for Cas.

“What do you want?”

“I’ll give you your precious angel, if you hold up the bargain that Death promised me.”

“And what was that?”

“It’s loud.” The Empty waved its hand and a cacophony of tortured screams echoed through the void. “They were all sleeping. And when they sleep, I sleep. But you, and the angel, and God kept coming in, and dragging people out. Now all they do is scream and I’m sick of it.”

“Sorry about your beauty sleep, but I don’t really see how that’s my problem.”

“Oh, you don’t?” With another snap of the Empty’s fingers, Cas fell to his knees, hunched over in pain, and started vomiting up blood. “Because I can do this for the rest of eternity, Dean.”

Unable to watch Cas suffer any longer, Dean gave in.

“Fine, I’m in. What do you need me to do?”

The Empty snapped its fingers, and Cas went back to normal.

It explained to Dean that in order for there to be peace in the Empty, there needed to be no more unwelcome guests, and no more resurrections. The Empty would be the only one with the power to let things in or let things out. In order to do that, he would need to close the rift to the Empty, forever.

It was a simple spell, in that it was only a few ingredients, but Dean didn’t want to put his trust in another bad guy. Cosmic entities were high up on his don’t-mess-with list.

In order to close the rift, Dean would have to take the Empty’s plasma, mix it with holy oil and demon blood, use the mixture to draw a devil’s trap around the rift while it was still open, then set the sigil on fire. It seemed doable, but there was a catch. There was always a catch. The Empty wouldn’t return Cas back to Earth until the spell was complete.

If he agreed, there was a risk that the Empty would keep Cas trapped in there forever. That just wasn’t a risk Dean was willing to take. Luckily, he had a plan B.

“No deal,” Dean said, pulling an angel blade from his pocket.

“Is that your plan? Attack me with an angel blade? That’s cute, Dean. But I’m the Empty. I rule over fallen angels, remember, that’s not going to work on me.”

“That might be so,” Dean said, throwing the angel blade at the Empty, watching as it landed in its chest, “but an angel blade bonded with pieces of Death’s Scythe? That’s Kryptonite.”

When Dean found the spell that would let him into the Empty, the Men of Letters also included a section on how to slow the Empty down. If you were able to cut the Empty with the blade of Death’s Scythe, it would send the Empty back to the depths of its abyss where it would have to reform. When Billie attacked him and Cas, she broke off a couple small pieces of her blade, which Dean later found in the hallway. He figured if he could weld the two metals together, it would work.

As the Empty melted and vanished into the void, Dean stared, shocked. His plan actually worked. It wasn’t a sure thing, about a 50/50 chance, and considering the other option was him and Cas being murdered, he was glad to see his gamble paid off.

“Alright, let’s go.” Dean grabbed his blade, and ran with Cas in a direction he could only hope was correct. They didn’t get very far before the ground began to quake beneath them. “What the hell is that?”

“What the hell is right,” a voice grumbled as it materialized into a human form. It was followed by another, and another, appearing from nowhere.

“Demons,” Cas said, turning in circles, realizing he and Dean were quickly becoming surrounded. “Run.”

Both men sprinted into the darkness, but were quickly tackled by a group of demons. Dean and Cas fought, punching and wrestling the demons. It seemed like every time they escaped and were able to cover some ground, more demons found them.

They ran and fought their way through the Empty, until they found it. They could see the glow of the rift in the distance, they were so close, but demons kept finding them, and they were intent on keeping them trapped in the Empty forever.

Cas fought the best he could, but with his powers all but gone, he didn’t have much to draw from. The odds were against him. Luckily, Dean was able to kill the demons, with the help of his blade, but not before they pummeled Cas.

Dean kneeled down next to Cas, terrified by the sight of blood spilling from his mouth. This was bad. Dean tried to help Cas get back on his feet, but Cas shook his head, staying put.

“I’m too weak,” Cas said, wincing as his words emphasized the pain of his bruised ribs. “You have to go without me.”

“Cas, don’t do this.”

The ground rumbled again, and the pounding of demon footsteps drew closer. There wasn’t time to argue.

“This is where I belong, Dean. You still have a chance to save yourself.”

“No. Not this time. We’re so close. I’m not leaving you behind.”

“Must you be so stubborn, Dean? You can still make it.” Cas’s voice rumbled with frustration. “Go.”

Dean recognized instantly that that was not a request, but an order. He didn’t care. He knew how this played out once, saw first hand the miserable fall out of it all, and as long as he still had his own free will, he wasn’t going to let it happen again.

“Not without you,” Dean said, reaching his hand out again to try to help Cas. Cas knocked it away, overcome with anger.

“Damn it, Dean, why won’t you just go!”

“Because I love you, Cas!” Shock hit Dean as the words left his mouth. Even though he knew Cas felt the same way, it still somehow felt too heavy, too intimate to actually speak into existence. It felt like his soul was an open wound, raw and exposed. He turned his gaze to the ground, trying to compose himself. He had to keep it together if he was going to get them back to Earth. “So don’t you ask me to leave you, because I can’t do that. We’re both getting out of here, or we’re both dying here, and those are the only two options, got it?”

Cas nodded, the faint hint of a smile forming. “Got it.”

Two demons caught up with them, and set their sights on Cas. Dean could see the bloodlust in their eyes, and attacked them before they could make their move. He made quick work of them, stabbing them and sending them to wherever demons go when they die in the Empty. He didn’t care. All that mattered was that they were gone, and he could get Cas to safety.

Dean slid his arm around Cas, lifting him up. Cas was right, he was weak. He had a limp, and he was bleeding, but Dean could handle it.

“I got you, buddy. Don’t worry.”

Dean picked Cas up into a fireman’s carry, more demons charging toward them in the distance, and with the last bit of strength he had, he ran into the rift.

They landed back in the bunker, and Dean knew he didn’t have much time. He grabbed the container of holy oil he used earlier and poured it into a bowl. He pulled the altered angel blade from his pocket and used it to stir the mixture. It had both plasma from the Empty, and demon blood on it. Two birds with one stone. Hopefully.

“Hang in there, Cas, alright. It’s almost over,” Dean said, drawing a devil’s trap with the oil around the still open rift. He struck a match, and dropped it on the oil, watching the sigil burst into tall flames.

The devil’s trap began to glow before shooting a beam of light up to the ceiling. The light pulsed for a second, then swallowed the rift as it contracted and disappeared. The fire went out, leaving nothing but the faint wisps of smoke in its wake.

The bunker was quiet. Dean and Cas looked around, there was no sign of the Empty, no sign that any angels or demons had followed them back. It was just the two of them, alone.

“Alright, let’s get you cleaned up.”

Dean grabbed some bandages and rubbing alcohol, despite Cas’s objection to leave him be and that he didn’t need to be fussed over. He carefully cleaned his wounds, and bandaged up the really bad cuts.

As Dean cleaned the blood from the corner of Cas’s mouth, his hand resting gently on his chin, the pricking tickle of peach fuzz against his fingers, he looked into Cas’s eyes, and swore he could see the rest of his life right there.

“Cas, there’s something I have to tell you, man.”

“No, Dean, it’s fine. You don’t have to-“

“Just let me say this.” Dean took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and tried to focus on all the reasons why he needed to say this, instead of the voice telling him to keep his mouth shut. “When you told me you loved me, I didn’t know what to say. There was so much happening, and there just wasn’t enough time.”

There was a tightening in the back of Dean’s throat, and God damn it, he didn’t want to cry, but when you’re unearthing something that’s been buried for decades, it hurts like hell.

“Cas, you mean more to me than I can even say. It’s so hard for me to admit that, because everyone I care about dies, and I can’t handle losing you again. Every single time you left me, I fell apart. And I know you don’t think that’s true, because I never told you, but honestly, it was just because I was scared. I was scared of my own feelings, I was scared you wouldn’t feel the same way about me, I was scared you couldn’t feel that way about me. And then you said it, and it was like my world turned on its head. It was everything I wanted, and everything I was so sure I couldn’t have all at once. I didn’t even have a chance to process any of it before you were just… gone.”

Dean took Cas’s hands into his own, both of their eyes brimming with tears. This time Dean knew in the back of his head that no one was coming to ruin his happiness, even if his heart couldn’t fully accept it yet. He knew he was safe with Castiel, the angel, who out of many options, chose to love. The angel who gripped him tight and raised him from perdition. The angel who saw the best in him, when he only saw the worst in himself. The angel who gave up an army, rebelled against heaven, gave up his own life so many times for one man.

“So, say it to me again, so I can give you the answer that you deserve.”

Cas smiled, tears falling down his cheeks. He had hoped for years, that this moment would be a reality, but he, much like Dean, didn’t think it possible. But here he was, holding hands with the human who made him question order and obedience. The human who felt things so deeply, and loved with all his heart. The human who changed him, and how he saw the world, and the world itself.

“Dean,” Cas began, happiness filling his being. His smile, full of pure joy. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Cas.”

Without hesitation, and because he felt like he couldn’t hold himself back even one more second, Dean pulled Cas in close and kissed him. The too-rough passion of it, as if their lips found their soulmate, was so much better then what either of them imagined. The wax and wane of their breaths slipping between tongues— a song to say “yes” to when a lover asks if they can have this dance. It was a gentle surrender to bliss, a white flag they both wished to wave for far too long.

In that moment, with nothing more between them, no more lies, no more doubt, they both got to experience a moment of true happiness. They got to experience each other. No consequences. No punishment. Just true, honest, peace.

Their voices were no longer silenced by the forces they thought held dominion over them. This was not the end of their story, but the beginning. They were two magnificent beings, brought together not by fate, but by free will, finally being able to live the life they deserved— one full of hope, endless possibilities, and knowing that the person they loved, loved them in return.

#Destiel #Fanfic #DeanCas #Supernatural #Fanfiction #SPNDBCC #Dean Saves Cas From The Empty #Hurt/Comfort #Love Confession #First Kiss #THEY GET TO BE HAPPY #Dean Is Bi #Dean Loves Cas #Cas Loves Dean #REQUITED Love #Major Character Undeath #Writing

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onyxxxxxxxxxxx · 4 years ago

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Word count: 2.4K

TW: Death, some sadness, language

Context: so uhh Flynn and Carrie can see the guys + Willie. Julie can touch the guys and interact with them. Caleb is evil per normal

“Nick what’s going on?” Julie asked as she backed away from him.

“Now Julie, don’t panic. Everything’s gonna be fine. I’m just using you as bait.” Nick chuckled darkly, then paused and sighed. “This human form is just so limiting.” Purple smoke flew out of Nick’s mouth. Nick collapsed on the ground not moving or breathing. The purple smoke came together and formed Caleb.

“Who are you?” Julie asked “and what did you do with Nick?!”

“My name is Caleb and Nick.” Caleb said, dismissively waving his hand “Is no longer a concern of yours.” Julie’s eyes darted around the room. She could potentially dash for the exit. Then, a figure entered the room and shut the door.

“I did what you asked, now, you won’t tell anyone about what I did.” Julie recognized that voice. It was Carrie’s dad Trevor Wilson.

“Trevor?” Julie questioned. “Why?’ “Sacrifices sometimes need to be made. Oh and by the way, Happy birthday Julie.” Trevor said, both him and Caleb left Julie in the dark room, with only Nick’s dead body for company.

-meanwhile-

Luke was pacing nervously in the garage.

“Ok Luke, why are you so stressed? Pacing’s usually my thing.” Alex said

“I haven’t heard from Julie. School ended an hour ago, for her.” Luke fretted

“Maybe she went to Carrie’s for a birthday celebration.” Reggie suggested. That’s when Flynn and Carrie burst in

“Have you guys seen Julie?!” Carrie asked

“She wasn’t at school today!” Flynn told them “and it’s not like Julie to miss a day of school.”

“Oh god!” Luke started pacing again.

“What’s the worst that could happen? Julie probably maybe got lost or lost her phone or something.” Willie suggested, laying on his boyfriend’s chest. Alex started toying with Willie’s hair. Ray and Carlos came in.

“Have any of you guys seen Julie?” Ray asked

“She was supposed to come pick me up after school but never came so I had to call Dad.” Carlos explained. Now everyone was really worried. That’s when Caleb walked in.

“Hello boys.” Caleb said

“YOU!” Luke yelled. Reggie, Alex and Willie held him back.

“What did you do to Julie?” Flynn asked

“Julie…. Ah yes Julie. Right see I captured her. But of course, it wasn’t all me, no… You.” Caleb said, turning to Carrie. “Your dad is Trevor Wilson. Yes, well, blame her dad. Now boys… If you want Julie back, well there’s something you can do for me. Trade your lives for hers.”

“Give me back my daughter!” Ray demanded. Caleb snapped his fingers and Ray disappeared too.

“Such hostility. Anyways, you know where to find me boys.” Caleb said before poofing out. Carrie spinned around.

“Carrie where are you going?” Flynn asked her, catching her hand.

“To find my dad and get him to explain.” Carrie said

“I’ll go with you.” Flynn told her.

“Willie, you go with them.” Alex told him

“Where are you going?” Willie asked

“To find Caleb and bring back Julie.” Luke said. Willie looked up at Alex and kissed him quickly, on the lips. It was their first kiss, and it would also be their last.

“Reggie, can I talk to you for a second.” Carlos said and stepped outside the garage. Reggie followed

“Hey little dude, what’s up?” Reggie asked, slightly curious

“I- If you see my mom, can you give her this?” Carlos asked, handing Reggie a card. There were tears in Reggie’s eyes as he grabbed the card.

“Of course!” Reggie told him. He quickly air-hugged Carlos and went back inside.

“Let’s go boys!” Luke said and the three of them poofed out.

“Let’s go too.” Carrie said. Her, Flynn and Willie left.

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Carrie burst inside her house, with Flynn and Willie close behind her.

“Ok where’s Trevor and how soon until I can beat his ass?” Flynn asked, cracking her knuckles

“Dad?!” Carrie called out.

“I’m in the den!” The three of them heard. They followed Carrie to the den

“So as soon as we go in there we attack and then figure out where Julie is, so no one needs to get hurt, other than Trevor and Caleb.” Willie said

“Or we could talk to him.” Flynn suggested. They opened the door.

“Hey Carrie, hello Flynn, who are you?” Bobby asked Willie

“The boyfriend of your undead bandmate.” Willie told him

“Oh so I’m assuming you know about-”

“You stealing their songs. Oh we know.” Flynn said

“Yes well, Carrie, you no longer have to worry about Julie or the band outshining you.” Trevor said

“Dad?” Carrie asked, her eyes glossing over with tears “What did you do?”

“I did it for you, Carrie.” Trevor said

“No. I’m trying to make my own name without your help. Now, where is Julie?” Carrie asked her dad.

“I’ll tell you but if Caleb asks, you never heard it from me.” Trevor told them

“Wow, what a strong resolve. Truly love that loyalty y’know.” Flynn said, crossing her arms

“More importantly,” Willie cut in, “Is there a way to save both Julie and Alex? And Reggie and Luke?” Willie added as an afterthought.

“I don’t know. That’s up to Caleb.” Trevor sighed.

“I was afraid of that.” Willie murmured. He slumped his shoulders. Flynn placed a hand on his shoulder as if to calm him down.

“We’ll get Julie back and keep the guys safe.” Flynn told Willie. Carrie turned to her dad

“Where. Is. She?!” Carrie asked her dad.

“Ok maybe don’t threaten him.” Flynn told Carrie

“I’m not threatening him, I’m asking him a question.” Carrie told Flynn.

“If I tell you, will you make him leave me alone?” Trevor asked, pointing at Willie, who had his skateboard near Trevor’s head, ready to hit him and knock him out.

“I make no promises.” Willie said. Trevor told them the location. Willie then hit Trevor on the head and knocked him out.

“Willie!”

“I said no promises.” Willie argued, holding his hands up.

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“Where else could Julie be?” Luke asked

“What about the Hollywood ghost club.” Reggie suggested

“That’d be too obvious.” Alex said “Caleb’s a ghost genius, knowing him, she’s probably within walking distance.”

Wille, Flynn and Carrie walked into the garage.

“Oh there you guys are. What about Julie? Do you know where she is? How far away is she? Can we go rescue her? Should I grab weapons?” Luke fired off question after question. Meanwhile, Alex pulled Willie into a hug.

“I missed you.” Alex murmured

“I was gone for an hour hot dog… but I missed you too.” Willie told Alex.

“CALM YOUR TITS LOVERBOY!” Flynn yelled at Luke, getting exasperated with his questions.

“Julie’s at the Hollywood ghost club and I know how to get in.” Carrie said

“Called it.” Reggie told them.

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“So how do we get in?” Alex asked

“Only I can get in… I’m the only one with a stamp.” Willie said.

“And two of us are human.” Flynn pointed out

“How’d you even find this place? It’s only visible to people who are invited. Caleb told us that.” Luke said

“Well my dad told me the location and how to get in. It’s like a key.” Carrie explained

“So what’s the key?” Flynn asked.

“Follow me.” Carrie said, ignoring Flynn’s question.

“Here’s the entrance.” Carrie murmured, her hand tracing a pattern on the wall. The wall opened and there was a white void. “What’s that?” Flynn asked Carrie, looking at the void.

“I love you Flynn. And tell Julie I’m sorry for shutting her out.” Carrie said, tears in her eyes. She took a deep breath and stepped into the void. Flynn’s eyes widened in realization

“NO!” She cried out and went to chase after Carrie, but the void had closed around Carrie and revealed an entrance. Flynn steeled herself and pulled a baseball bat out of her backpack.

“I really hope Caleb is in here. For both y’alls sake and for his.” Flynn said, and walked inside. Flynn couldn’t afford to feel sadness, not now. The stakes were too high and she was dead-set or rescuing Julie.

“I really hope Caleb’s in here too. Flynn’s scary.” Reggie whispered to Luke.

Flynn, Reggie, Willie, Luke and Alex entered the building. It was dark, pitch black. No one could see a foot ahead of them. Luke tripped over something. He looked down at it, it was a body. To be more specific, it was Nick’s body.

“He killed someone!” Luke whisper-yelled

“He almost took your souls, why are you so surprised.” Flynn scoffed. Alex grabbed someone’s hand.

“Alex, why are you holding my hand?” Reggie asked

“Oh… I was aiming for Willie’s hand, but I don’t know where he is.” Alex admitted.

“Right here hotdog.” Willie told Alex, grabbing who he thought was Alex’s hand.

“Willie, you’re holding my hand.” Luke told him.

“Shut up!” Flynn hissed at them, she heard footsteps. She pressed herself against the wall, in case someone came and saw them. The footsteps passed. Flynn decided to follow them.

“What are you doing?” Alex asked Flynn

“They could lead us to Julie.” Flynn told Alex. Flynn motioned for the boys to follow her.

“Doo doo da doo dooo doo da dooo dooo dooo da dooo doo doo da doo.” Reggie sang the mission impossible theme song

“Shut up, he’s gonna hear us.” Alex whisper-yelled.

“Already have.” Caleb said, appearing behind them. Flynn punched Caleb in the face.

“Where’s Julie?!” Flynn asked, half threatening Caleb, holding a knife to his throat. “Tell me or I’ll run your throat through”

“You’re forgetting one simple thing.” Caleb said. He poofed away and poofed back a foot away. “I’m a ghost.”

“And we’re not leaving until we find Julie.” Luke told Caleb. It was a pretty funny sight. 5’8 Luke trying to intimidate a 6’3 Caleb. Caleb snapped his fingers and Luke was pushed back against the wall.

“You want Julie back? Come get her.” Caleb said. He snapped his fingers and the five of them vanished. “This’ll be enjoyable.” Caleb grinning before poofing away.

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Flynn ended up back outside the building. “NO! IT’S NOT SUPPOSED TO END LIKE THIS.” Flynn yelled, punching her fists against the wall as if that would let her back in. “LET ME IN YOU COWARDS!”.

Willie poofed next to Flynn, slightly disoriented. “Alex?” He asked.

“Sorry Willie, we’re locked out.” Flynn told him, sinking against the wall in defeat.

“No… nonono. Alex!” Willie yelled “Caleb let me in!” Willie cried out.

“It’s not gonna happen.” Flynn said. “Carrie sacrificed herself for nothing.” Flynn realized. Willie then fell to the floor clutching his chest.

“Yup I should’ve expected this.” Willie said. His body shook again.

“What’s going on?” Flynn asked Willie, slightly worried.

“Caleb is destroying me for betraying him.” Willie’s body shook again as another jolt passed through him. “Give this to Alex… I got it for him the other day.” Willie said, dropping a charm of a drum into Flynn’s hand. On the top of the drum was Alex’s name, inscribed. “Tell him I love him.” Willie said, as he faded away. Flynn gripped the charm. There was nothing she could do now but wait.

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Alex, Reggie and Luke poofed into a dark room.

“Guys?” Julie questioned

“Julie” the three of them chorused.

“Are you okay?” Luke asked

“Oh yea I’m great. Being tied up in a dark room with only skeleton bones for company really works wonders for mental health.” Julie stated

“Well, well, well. Julie found her boys. Now if you want Julie free, I need a little something from you.” Caleb said, appearing behind them.

“We’ll do anything. What do you want?” Luke asked

“Well maybe not anything…” Alex interjected. Luke pushed him to the side.

“Anything.”

“Wonderful. So I want your souls.” Caleb said.

“No.” Alex stated. “Sir…” He added on at the end.

“Ok well I’ve already taken Willie’s might as well take Julie’s too then.” Caleb said.

“NO!” The three boys yelled.

“You took Willie?” Alex asked, his voice sounding broken.

“Well not yet… he might pull through” Caleb lied. “If you sacrifice yourselves.” Alex nodded and stepped forward.

“And you.” Caleb said looking at Reggie. “Strange attachment to Carlos and Ray Molina. I could get rid of them like that.” Caleb said snapping his fingers. “Unless you sacrifice.” Reggie nodded and stepped forward.

“I’m not letting another family break apart because of me.” He told Caleb. “Lovely. Now Luke. You’re really the only thing that’s keeping me from collecting Julie’s soul. Your decision. What’ll it be Luke. Your soul, along with your friends? Or Julie’s soul, along with your friends?” Caleb asked.

“Luke don’t do it.” Julie pleaded

“I’ll do it.” Luke told Caleb.

“Lovely.” Caleb said, snapping his fingers. Julie was untied now. “I’ll give you 2 minutes to say goodbye.” Caleb said before disappearing.

“Julie, if you see Willie, can you give him this.” Alex asked and gave Julie a charm. It was a skateboard charm with Willie’s name inscribed on top. Julie nodded and pocketed it. She hugged Alex, crying a little.

“Don’t worry we’ll be there for you, in spirit.” Alex told Julie. His hands went through Julie. “I think I’m fading.”

“Hey Julie, tell your dad and brother that it was my choice and I willingly made it. And I’ll tell your mom all about how brave and amazing you are, when I see her.” Reggie told Julie, hugging her tightly. Reggie started fading as well. Luke ran to Julie and gave her a hug. He held her tightly and Julie wrapped her arms around him

“I’ll miss you.” She said, hot tears falling down her face.

“I love you.” Julie told Luke.

“I love you too, angel voice.” Luke said. He started fading. After a couple minutes, Julie was hugging herself on the floor, sobbing.

“Well this is an unsightly sight.” Caleb said. He snapped his fingers and Julie poofed out of the HGC.

She reappeared outside, next to Flynn.

“Julie? Where are the guys? Did they make it?” She asked, already fearing the worst.

“They’re gone Flynn. They’re gone and it’s my fault.” Julie told Flynn.

“Willie and Carrie, they also didn’t make it.” Flynn said, feeling tears prick at the back of her eyes.

“I’m sorry Flynn.” Julie whispered.

“I’m sorry Julie.” Flynn whispered back.

“Let’s go home.” Flynn told Julie.

That day was a somber day for all. Ray Molina had lost three sons, Carlos Molina had lost 3 brothers, Julie Molina had lost three friends, a boyfriend and a brother, Flynn had lost a girlfriend, and 4 friends.

Never again, Julie vowed, would she get so attached to people, because she now knew how fast they could be taken away

#jatp fic #fic #luke patterson #alex mercer #reggie peters #flynn nolastname #willie nolastname #julie molina #caleb covington #juke #willex #flarrie

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kpop---scenarios · 5 years ago

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Torn Between Two

Part One!

Demon! Kris Wu x Demon! Kim Jongin x Reader

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: Hope you enjoy! @uwu-yifan

Do you ever get the feeling there are eyes on you, but no one is around? You hear whispers in the wind but tell yourself you’re hearing things? Do you ever dream about two handsome strangers that you’ve never seen before? You didn’t always, but in the last few months, you’ve dreamt of the same two insanely attractive men. The two men with black eyes, one with white hair and one with grey hair. Everyday that you woke up, you felt the urge to know them more and more. You wanted to meet them, touch them and know they’re real and not just something you conjured up in dreamland. Most of the time by noon, you’d already forgotten about the men in your dreams and focused on your day and the man you had been seeing, Chanyeol. Chanyeol was nice, tall, funny, polite and not to mention the muscles. He was a little nicer than you usually went for but you decided to give him a chance after he begged you to give him one and you had to admit you were glad you did. You were having a lot of fun with him but you weren’t planning on having anything really serious with him. And because you weren’t serious with him, you didn’t tell him about your dreams, or your lust for two men you didn’t know, or the fact that you fantasized about both of them while Chanyeol was fucking you. Did you feel bad? Of course. Were you going to stop? Absolutely not. The way they touched you in your dreams, the way they made you moan, the way they could make you cum, woke you up, panting and agonizing for more. That’s part of the reason you said yes to Chanyeol as well.. when you woke up in the middle of the night, horny as all hell, you were able to call him to come help you out, which was better than doing it yourself. After you and Chanyeol were finished, he usually left because you had to get up for work, even though he tried to stay over a few times but you refused. You didn’t want him getting the wrong idea, even though you’d told him before that you didn’t want anything serious, he was adamant on changing your mind which wasn’t going to work. ** On Friday Chanyeol had called you to ask you if you wanted to go to a concert with him that night, you didn’t have anything else to do so you agreed. After work, you went home to shower and get ready for your outing with Chanyeol. He was taking you to see Jay Park, who was one of your favorite rappers. You had decided to wear tight black ripped jeans, along with a white crop top, your hair down and your make up dark and smokey. Chanyeol picked you up at 8pm, on the dot. He was never late to pick you up, being punctual was something he was very proud of. ** Arriving at the venue, the two of you managed to get a spot near the centre of the stage. After Chanyeol had made sure that you were okay, he left to get you two few drinks. He returned just seconds before the show started, with three drinks for you and one for him, since he wasn’t much of a partier anyways, but he knew you liked to have fun. A few hours into the concert you yell to Chanyeol that you’re going to attempt to find a bathroom, he nodded as you turned around. Your eyes scanned over the crowd, but landed on two very familiar faces. Your eyes went wide as you see the two men you had been dreaming about for months. You thought your heart was going to burst out of your chest. You see one whispering in the others ear before they both turn to look at you, their faces straight. You close your eyes and shake your head before opening your eyes again in hopes that it was all your imagination, but it wasn’t. The two men still stood there, now smirking at you. The taller one with grey hair licked his lips as he looked your body up and down. The one with white hair gave you a sly wink along with his smirk. Both of them soaking your panties immediately. Chanyeol turns his head seeing you still standing there and asks you what you’re doing. You look at him quickly to answer but you turn your head back to look at the men who had now vanished. You stood there for a moment, wondering if what you had seen was all in your head or if they had actually been there? “Are you going to the bathroom?” Chanyeol asks. “Oh, uh yeah. I’ll be right back" you say, shaking your head before moving through the tight crowd of people. After you finish, you stand in front of the mirror, thinking about the two men you saw. You were sure that they had been there, but if they really were, how did they vanish so quickly. You drop your head down, giving it another small shake before you sigh. “What the fuck is wrong with me" you groan. “I think you’re absolutely perfect” you hear a man's voice purr. Your head shoots up, looking into the corner of the bathroom, there stands one of the men, the one with white hair. “just breathtaking” he smirks, walking towards you. “You" you whisper. “Me" he chuckles. “Kai" he says, introducing himself. “and you’re Y/N. The absolutely ravishing woman that has caught mine and my brothers attention" he says, standing before you, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. You can’t say anything, it’s as if your entire body is frozen in his presence. “Kai" you hear another man growl. “You weren’t supposed to approach her alone" he says, his voice deep and dark, like Kai's. “Ah my dear brother Kris seems to be a bit jealous" Kai chuckles, turning away from you to face his brother. As soon as Kai stepped away from you, you felt like you could move and breathe again, until his brother stepped in front of you. You were frozen again, your eyes looking into his black eyes that were void of emotion. “Such a pretty little thing you are" Kris whispers, stroking your face much like Kai. “She really is" Kai agrees. “Quite naughty too, as we’ve seen" Kris slyly whispers, the comment going unnoticed to you. “Y/N? Are you okay in there?” you hear Chanyeol banging on the door. Kris steps away from you, allowing you to breathe and speak again. “Uh, yeah I’m okay. I’ll be out in a second.” You shout. “Ahh, your little boyfriend.” Kris sighs. “We’ll be seeing you soon, baby girl" he winks. “Tonight in your dreams" Kai smiles, and like nothing happened, they’re both gone. With shaky hands you open the door to see a worried Chanyeol on the other side. “What happened?” he asks. “I ran into an old friend and lost track of time. I’m sorry" you say. “Can you take me home please?” you ask. Chanyeol nods his head and guides you from the venue to his car. On the way he asks you again, if he could stay over tonight. You couldn’t really come up with a reason to say no, since you didn’t work tomorrow, and you couldn’t really say ‘there are two sexy men coming to visit me in my dreams' so you reluctantly agreed. You wondered though, how were they able to come to you in your dreams? It actually terrified you a little bit, made you think the worst of what they could be. Ghosts? That’s a possibility. You couldn’t imagine vampires or werewolves could he real.. or could they? Maybe they were warlocks? Your mind was spinning with the amount of possibilities of what they could be. So much so, you hadn’t heard a word that Chanyeol had said to you on the entire ride home. When you finally came too, you heard the last part of what he was talking about before starting to talk about something else you’ve explicitly told him wasn’t happening. “.. say that when you meet my mom.” He laughs. “Then when you quit your job, you’re able to stay home in the new house we get together” he says. Before you can say anything, he pulls into the parking garage of your apartment complex, you dreaded agreeing to allow him to stay over, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him to go home, so you just went with it. The moment you unlocked your front door, you took your shoes off and made your way to the kitchen. Taking a bottle of water from the fridge you gulped it down almost as quickly as you opened it, and Chanyeol stood there shocked, yet impressed. “Wow" he laughed. “Impressive.” “Ha, yeah. I’m not really feeling the greatest” you tell him, hoping he’ll offer to leave. Unfortunately you’re not that lucky. “It’s okay, let’s go to bed and you can get some sleep.” He smiled. You forced a natural smile back at him before dragging your feet to your bedroom. You wanted to go to sleep, you had so many questions for Kai and Kris, but you didn’t want to be sleeping next to Chanyeol when they came. Clearly you didn’t have a choice, since you looked back at Chanyeol who was undressing, leaving himself in his boxers before climbing into your bed with a smile. He patted the side of the bed next to him, wanting you to come over and get in with him. You went in your closet to put on your ugliest pair of pajamas before hopping into your bed, with your back turned to Chanyeol. He snickered as he scooted himself closer to you, wrapping his arm around your waist and burying his face into your hair. You automatically rolled your eyes without even trying. Chanyeol fell asleep rather quickly, while you laid awake, unable to sleep with the heat radiating from his large body and the dead weight of his arm practically crushing your ribs. You decided to attempt to wiggle your way from his grasp, trying to not wake him up. You managed to squirm your way out of his death grip and slide your body off the bed like a worm. You sat on the floor for a second to catch the breath you were holding. Finally you stand up, creeping your way to the kitchen, needing some water to still quench your thirst from earlier. Glancing at the clock, it reads 2:48am and you sigh. You were tired, but you couldn’t sleep. The anticipation of seeing them again made your body flutter with excitement, but also with fear. As you turn to leave the kitchen, you bump into a hard chest of a man. Your first thought was that it was Chanyeol, but then you remembered he was shirtless and you could still hear his snoring from the other room. “Mhm, your boyfriend is here?” he growls. Looking up you see the black eyes and unimpressed face of Kris. “He’s never stayed here before" he says, his eyes staring straight across the kitchen to your bedroom. “He wouldn’t stop pestering me to stay over. And he’s not my boyfriend." you whisper. “You should have told him to fuck off" You hear from behind you. Turning your head you see Kai standing almost against your back with Kris standing in front of you. You feel so small between the two of them. “You’re not serious about him, are you now baby?” Kris asks, his black eyes now on you. “N-no. I told him I don’t want anything serious with him but he keeps pushing" you whisper. “Pushing how?” Kris asks, cocking his head to the side. “Just doing things a boyfriend would do that I don’t want from him.” You say. “He keeps trying to bring up meeting families, moving in together, trying to get me to quit my job. It’s making me start to feel uncomfortable.” You admit, the truth flowing from your mouth like word vomit. “Would you like us to take care of him?” Kai breathes. “Yes" you huff, before you were even able to process what he asked. “Wait? Get rid of him or like kill him?” you ask. “He hasn’t technically done anything for us to murder him. We could get in trouble for that since it isn’t his time." Kai says. “..although we’d like too" Kris murmurs under his breath. “Unless you’d like us to murder him..?” Kai asks. “No, no murdering please.” You say. Kai pouts for a second before he and Kris develop evil grins on their faces, as if they know what each other is thinking. “I like it. Good idea.” Kai tells Kris with a sinister look on his face. “What idea? Neither of you said anything? I’m so confused.” you huff. “No worries baby, we’re just going to take care of the love sick puppy in there. It’s going to be slow, but in about a week you won’t have an issue with him anymore" Kris tells you. “What are you?” you ask, stepping out from in between the two. “Do you want to know?” Kai asks. Did you want to know? Would you regret it? “Yes" you admit. “We’re demons.” Kai says. “Demons? Like from hell?” you asks, not really sure how to feel “Correct.” Kris answers. “So what do you want from me?” you ask. “Why do you even know me? Why is any of this happening to me?” “Do you want to take this one? Or should I?” Kai asks Kris. “I’ll do it" Kris chuckles. “You remember that party you were at a few months ago, at your friend Jisoo's house?” “Yeah..” you say, thinking back to the party that was almost six months ago. “You said, and I quote ‘I’d sell my soul for some bomb ass dick'" Kris tells you. Instantly the memory hits you like a ton of bricks. You did say that. “Okay?” You say. “That's us. We’re the bomb ass dick you’ve been seeking, we just need your soul" Kai smiles. “I don’t want to give my soul up" you whisper, feeling more scared now then you have been. “We don’t want it now.” Kris says, glaring at Kai. “Originally we did, but the more we watched you and kept tabs on you, the more we just wanted to find out more about you.” “You’re quite captivating, you know?” Kai smirks. “What do you want from me?” you ask. “There’s nothing we want from you. We just want you.” Kris tells you. “Want me? Like want to take me? Want to hurt me? What?” you ask. Kai chuckles. “No love. We want to be with you” “Both?” Kris nods his head. “At like the same time?” “No. We figure the best way is to each date you and then in the end it will ultimately be your decision who you want to be with.” Kris says. “What if I choose neither of you?” “Then you don’t choose us.” Kai shrugs. “Obviously we hope you will choose one of us but we can’t force you, as much as we’d like too" Was this real? Or were you dreaming? Did you actually have two extremely sexy men wanting you? Wanting to prove to you that they would be the best fit for you? You had to pinch yourself to believe it. “Ow" you hiss, knowing full well that you’re definitely awake. “Just had to make sure I was awake" you say to the two man staring at you, concerned. “Y/N?” you hear a groggy voice from the bedroom. “Ugh”. You roll your eyes. “Don’t worry baby, we’ll take care of him. See you soon" Kris winks before they both disappear. A groggy Chanyeol comes shuffling into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes. “What are you doing?” he yawns. “Its like 4am" “Yeah I can’t sleep" you say, turning to go towards your bedroom. “I can help with that" he chuckles. “I’m okay. Stomach still hurts" you say crawling into your bed. Chanyeol crawls next to you, snuggling against you. This time, you fall asleep, having pleasant dreams about Kris and Kai. Whereas Chanyeol, began to have nightmares. He tossed and turned in his sleep as what he could only describe as demons, chased him relentlessly through the crowded streets. Chanyeol continuously turned his head, seeing if they were still following him and no matter where he turned, there they were. “Hey buddy" one of them yelled, eyes glued to Chanyeol. “Stop" Chanyeol halted, feeling as if his feet were glued to the pavement. “W-what do you want?” Chanyeol stutters. “Stay the fuck away from Y/N" Kai snaps. “You don’t want to see what will happen to you if you don’t listen.” Kris growls, his eyes turning black. Chanyeol bolts up in bed, his body soaked in sweat. He looks over at your peaceful sleeping body before getting out of bed quietly and getting dressed. Chanyeol takes one last glance at you before quickly but quietly bolting for the door. A few hours later, Kris sneakily pops himself into your room, his cock hard, needing to get off. He laid on your bed in between your legs in your dream, his tongue licking a long strip up your pussy. "Mhm, tasting as good as I imagined." He smirks. Kris wraps his lips around your clit, harshly sucking. Your hands grip the bed sheets as your back arches. He places a hand on your stomach, pressing you back down into the mattress without any effort. Before you have a chance to cum, Kris removes his head from in between your legs, licking his lips as he looks at you. "It's going to be quick baby, I gotta get back." He smiles, unbuckling his belt. You watch intensely as he pulls his pants down just enough to let his cock spring free. It's bigger than you imagined, thicker too. You can see his precum leaking from his tip. You lick your lips, wanting to taste him but you know you'll have to save it for another day. Kris lines himself up with your entrance, slowly pushing himself inside you, stretching you out completely. "Fuck" you hiss, your eyes already rolling into the back of your head. "That's right baby, take my cock" he growls, pulling out of you before slamming himself back inside. You can't help but moan loudly, practically screaming as Kris continues to fuck you. "You take it so well." He growls, placing his finger in between your lips to rub your clit. "Cum quick baby." You clench yourself around him, his cock and fingers working like magic as your orgasm builds extremely quick. "Fuck" you cry out as pleasure shoots through your body, your orgasm completely taking over. "That's right baby." Kris grunts, yearning for his own release. "Shit.." He cries, cumming inside of you, his warm liquid coating your walls. Kris pulls out of you, as you chest heaves, attempting to catch your breath. He walks to the bathroom, getting a warm cloth to clean you up. When he finishes, you fall asleep almost immediately to the sound of him humming to you. ** Waking up in the morning, you're relieved to feel the spot next to you is empty, and your apartment is quiet, meaning Chanyeol must have taken off extremely early. You smile as you stretch out in your bed, only to feel the side next to you now weighed down. Turning your head you carefully peel one eye open, to be met with the face of a smiling Kai laying beside you. "Morning" he says in a low voice. "Busy night?" He asks. "I can smell Kris' scent on you baby, and you know what that means, I need to replace his smell with my own." He smirks.

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kellbellsparkles · 3 years ago

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Chapter 6 of my Ratchet and Clank fanfic called "Family"

Clank is really feeling the weight of his decisions and an older character from https://www.deviantart.com/hotredsparkles/art/The-Electrics-296059497 an appearance

Darkness. Clank found himself free falling through a pitch black void. Suddenly, a series of bright violet tears appeared as far and near as his eyes could see. Voices, screeches began to echo, growing louder and louder. He clasped his hands over his hearing mechanism. He curled forward, his head ringing and pounding with each cry of pain. Then, bright blue electrical surges danced around the teats. Clank flinched as they twirled closer and closer. Suddenly, he fell towards a tear beneath him and phased through.

He crashed hard onto the metal flooring. When he came to, he realized he was in a very familiar place.

"Is this…?"

The heart of the Great Clock: the Orvus Chamber. However, the walls and the floor were broken apart, the debris floating and orbiting the space. At the center was the forbidden time dial, the lever being Alister Azimuth's omniwrench as a replacement for the one that broke. And also….

"Ratchet?" Clank gasped.

Ratchet was unresponsive, his backed turned to the little robot.

"Ratchet?" Clank spoke with a cautious tone, sensing a disturbance in the distorted air.

"Clank," Ratchet said in a low pitched snarl. "What did you do?"

Clank lowered his gaze to the floor.

"Something terrible," he replied with remorse. "And reckless. I promise I will fix everything."

"Where's my mom, Clank?"

Clank snapped his focus back to Ratchet.

"Pardon?"

"My mother."

Ratchet turned around. His eyes were flushed with rage and sadness; his fur stood straight up on their ends.

"Does fixing it mean taking her away?" he asked angrily.

Suddenly, a massive quake shook Clank off his feet. The structure began to collapse all at once.

"I'll never forgive you."

Ratchet's seething words cut deep into Clank's body and soul. He glanced down at his hands, his normal left and the new right Rivet had given him. The gold metal shimmered as the hand detached from his arm followed by the bicep, elbow, and forearm one by one. Each part of his body broke into small individual pieces. He watched in horror as the floor gave way and they fell into the neverending void beside his detached head.

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"Sir? Sir!!"

Clank yelled as he was shaken awake by Sigmund, flailing and kicking in a panic. Three Zoni watched on in eerie anticipation.

"It's okay!" Sigmund shouted as he held him down on the grass, having removed him from Aphelion. "It's me! Sigmund!"

In the midst of the confusion, Clank's antenna blinked like it did when Sigmund contacted him. His eyes glowed as his system scanned for a recognized caller ID.

"Rivet," he mouthed, his eyes growing wide with worry.

"Do you have voice mail or something that tells them B-R-B?" Sigmund asked with concern.

"I do," Clank replied.

"Do that and let's practice mindful meditation exercises," Sigmund urged as he helped him sit up.

He positioned himself as he were sitting and held out his arms in a classic meditation stance. Clank pressed a sensor on the left side of his chest to leave the auto-response for Rivet.

"We're on Vapedia right now," Sigmund said. "So this is perfect. Now, meditation isn't so much directing your thoughts but rather allowing what you see and feel to take you on a journey to enlightenment and healing. Ah, the sunlight. How it reflects and evolves my sheen. Such a warm, delicate, loving touch. The breeze tickles my coils and leaves me tingly and wanting to frolic and leap into the trees. Maybe I'll turn into a butterfly. Nothing like a good fluttery flap to fan away the grim reality of the universe collapsing."

However, during Sigmund's mindfulness speech, Clank had spotted particles in the air similar to what was left on Igliak. He felt a tug inside his chest as though they were calling out to him. He held out his hands to touch them.

"AIIIIE!!" Sigmund shrieked, racing towards him. "Sir, don't touch that!! You're not mentally healed!!"

As the particles grazed Clank's palms, holographic images appeared out of nowhere: a parked ship, Ratchet and himself sitting on top, and Alister Azimuth staring into his pocket watch on the side. Sigmund skid to a halt.

"Whoa," he said, astonished. "This is new."

"I'm sorry about your father, Clank," the hologram of Ratchet said sorrowfully. "I should've stopped Nefarious sooner."

"It is alright, Ratchet," the hologram of Clank said. "Dr. Nefarious will pay for what he has done. The only thing that matters now is that we keep the clock safe."

The real Clank stared in shock and awe as the wave of familiarity hit him.

"Don't worry," the hologram of Alister said proudly. "Once the past's been corrected, you'll have the full support of the Lombax Praetorian Guard. The clock will be in good hands."

"You do not understand," the hologram of Clank protested. "Time cannot be changed. Using the clock improperly could rip the very fabric of existence."

"OR it could save an entire race of Lombaxes who risked their lives to defend this galaxy!" the hologram of Alister barked.

The hologram of Ratchet hopped off the hologram of the ship, giving a glance at Alister, then walking ahead with a torn expression.

"Ratchet," the hologram of Clank said. "Remember the Dimensionator? Some risks are not worth taking."

The real Clank trembled as he listened to his own words. He watched the hologram of Ratchet carefully who was looking at his image before making his decision.

"Well, maybe Clank's right," he said in a defeated tone. "If there's a chance it could destroy the universe, the risk is just too great."

"Risk?" Alister said, flabbergasted. "Risk is what makes us who we are!" He stood tall over him.

"Ratchet," he said seriously. "Our kind is lost without us. Think of how many that clock can save. Think of your parents."

Clank's heart broke as he saw Ratchet look to the side in shame and sadness. He reached out to him, but the holograms vanished in the blink of an eye.

"Well I'll be dusted," Sigmund said with astonishment. "We can see events that have happened in the past. I wonder how many more are out there."

Exhausted and downcast, Clank plopped back onto his bottom.

"But first thing's first!" Sigmund declared. He hovered over Clank like a mother hen.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly.

"Ratchet," Clank said shakily. "He wanted another way. I should not have made him choose."

"The greater good isn't going to make everybody happy," Sigmund told him. "The greater good exists because it's for everyone's own good."

"That may be, but Ratchet's feelings are important to me."

"Ratchet won't be around to have feelings if the universe is done for."

"Aaaah!"

Clank held his head in dread.

"I'm sorry!" Sigmund cried. "I overstepped! The mindfulness videos told me to not wait to speak as someone's venting to me!"

Clank stood himself up. He lowered his hands and sighed.

"It is not you," he said. "I just do not understand what has happened to me or why not everyone can have a happily ever after." He got on his knees.

"Uuuum," Sigmund said hesitantly. "What's this?"

"If there is one thing I can ask of you that should not hurt anyone," Clank pleaded. "Ratchet's mother fell through a time portal from when Percival Tachyon hunted the Lombaxes and forced them to scatter across the dimensions. In the original timeline, it is my understanding that she had died anyway. Her staying in the present should not alter it in any way. So please, can she?"

Sigmund floated uncomfortably in place. He looked to the Zoni for guidance. The Zoni enclosed in a circle and consulted with each other. They separated and gave Sigmund a nod. Sigmund nodded in response and turned to give Clank the news. However, he discovered that they weren't alone anymore. A pointy eared figure wearing all black head to toe prepared to strike Clank with a Taser.

"Stranger with a weapon!!" he hollered. He swiftly scooped a stunned Clank in his arms and scurried the other direction. "Run away!!!"

The assassin gave off a green glow and dashed after them, leaving a streak behind him. The Zoni froze him in place in an attempt to hold him off. The assassin was surprised, but it didn't stop him from emitting an EMP blast to send the Zoni flying. As they fell and hit the ground, the Zoni lost their color, their eyes sealing shut.

Once free, the assassin stretched himself out. He removed his helmet revealing a feline like appearance, icy blue eyes, and hair as velvet red as the burning passion for his quest to eliminate his target. His kind was known as the lera. His nostrils expanded to absorb the scent left by Sigmund's motors.

"There," he said to himself.

He jogged to keep on their trail to avoid missing them if he were to use his ability.

#ratchetandclankriftapart #ratchetandclank

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jonathananubian · 4 years ago

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Your Order [Star Wars Short Fic]

Codywan Week Day 3: Role Swap/Reversal

I have no idea where I was going with this. ^_^”

@codywanweek

Landing on the stormy planet with guards at his back Cody Fett, Crown Prince of Mandalore, adjusted the weapons on his belt and marched up to the wide doors of the facility he had been called to. None of them had even realized the facility existed until weeks prior, when a strange message arrived with a request for attendance and a set of coordinates. The request made absolutely no sense whatsoever but his father didn’t want to take any chances. Which was why Cody was accompanied by Rex and a full honor guard to watch his back should this be some kind of trap.

“Ah, your Highness. Welcome to Kamino, I trust your journey here was uneventful?” The alien being was tall and lithe with large dark eyes that made a shiver run down his spine. Their voice was serene, almost too calm in the face of a full platoon of Mandalorian warriors.

“We had no trouble.” He replied, trying to gauge the alien’s reaction. The large grey head tilted slightly, as if they were curious, before they began to speak again.

“The Prime Minister is waiting for you, if you would follow me?” Glancing at Rex he made a few small hand signs and his brother nodded.

“I’d like a quick debriefing on what this meeting is for, before I allow you to lead his highness anywhere.” The alien’s graceful movements stuttered slightly and they looked over the Mandalorians in what may have been confusion.

“Are you not here to speak of your order? The first units have completed their initial growth and are ready to be picked up, as per the original contract.” Cody glanced at Rex and they shared a look of mutual concern.

“I would like a few of my team to review the original contract, it seems that we may have a misunderstanding on our hands.” The alien shook their head almost sadly.

“Oh my, this will not do. I will have someone bring the contract to you as soon as it is available. The Prime Minister will be able to explain more to you, if you will come this way?” Cody waved his guards away, only taking Ponds and Wolffe with him. Rex promised to stay and find out everything the supposed contract entailed.

The meeting with the Prime Minister, Lama Su, did not help to curb their confusion as the male began speaking of the ‘products’ they had ordered and how well ‘trained’ they were to obey orders. It almost sounded as if he were talking about some new and complex type of droid.

“It took quite a long time, many lifetimes of work in fact, but we were finally able to bring your Mand’alor’s vision to life. Would you like to see them?” Rather than try to pry the information from the obvious career politician, Cody was good at politics but hated dancing around an issue when he could deal with it outright, he accepted the offer to see the ‘products.’ Much to the Prime Minister’s delight.

What they saw next made his stomach drop through the floor. People. The products these Kaminoans were speaking of were people. It seemed like no two were quite alike, even if some were obviously the same species. They each wore a set of robes in different colors. White for the children, pale brown for the with braids for the young teens, darker brown for the older ones who carried weapons, and black for the ones who had taken up teaching positions. There were also those wearing gray who were separate from the warriors. Healers, apparently.

“Thankfully we were able to hire a group of historians and other experts to help rebuild the Jedi Order as Mand’alor Vizla requested.” Cody heard Ponds suck in a breath of surprise and Wolffe muttering curses under his breath. “They are all highly trained and quite docile, when they aren’t ordered to engage in combat, with a wide variety of skills.”

Taking them through the various observation rooms they were able to see everything from ‘initiates’ learning meditation, to ‘padawans’ practicing diplomacy, and even some of the ‘knights’ dueling in what appeared to be some variation of a Mandalorian Battle Circle.

“Ah, there is the Master Historian now, Sir Dooku, may I introduce his Highness Cody Fett of Mandalore?” The man was white haired and dressed in refined clothes with eyes that watched them critically. Coldly. The man bowed graciously to him, looking for all the world like a courtier.

“Your Highness, a pleasure to finally meet you. I see you are on a tour of the facilities, what do you think of your Order so far?” Cody kept a blank mask in place as he spoke, trying not to give away his true feelings.

“They are impressive. Quite a feat you have accomplished here, bringing a long dead people back from the void. You must be very proud.” The man gave him a cold smile.

“The cloning took far longer than anticipated, or so I have been told, which is why this new Jedi order is still in its infancy.” Cloning technology. He should have guessed. There hadn’t been a jedi in the galaxy in hundreds of years, wiped out when they fought the Sith Empire to extinction and were turned upon by the newly created Republic.

Sir Dooku, as the Kaminoans called him, was apparently the eccentric Duke of Serreno who had been missing for forty years now, working on rebuilding the Jedi Order in secret along with his colleagues.

“I wish to speak with one of these Jedi. I want to judge them for myself. Ponds and Wolffe will stay here.” His cousins looked like they wanted to protest but Cody would hear none of it. He wanted to meet these clones of fabled mythical warriors on his own terms, not with someone breathing down his neck.

“As you wish.”

Taken to a small meeting room he studied the artwork on the wall, paintings by the jedi clones if the strange markings in the corner of each canvas was any indication. Not long after he had been told to wait the door opened and a redheaded man came inside. His blue-green eyes widened as they roamed over the traditional armor Cody wore as the Crown Prince. A look of mixed emotions clouded his face before they all vanished behind a polite mask.

“How may I serve you, Alor?” The refined voice was like music to his ears but the pleasant sound was offset by the knot in his gut when the men went to one knee, head bowed and fist over his heart in a clear sign of subservience.

“What is your name?” He asked.

“JK-ST-13, Alor.” Cody frowned.

“Do you go by any other name?” The man’s head came up, a searching look in his eyes. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“Jedi Knight Obi-wan, Alor.” Cody smiled and leaned down, holding out his arm in offering.

“Well, Obi-wan, it’s nice to meet you. Why don’t you come up off the floor and we can have a chat?” The man blinked, long lashes brushing his pale freckled cheeks, before smiling and grasping his forearm in the proper Mandalorian way. Cody hauled him up off the ground and was surprised to find how light he was for his height. The jedi stepped closer so as not to lose his balance, placing his unoccupied hand on his chest plate. A faint blush colored the man’s cheeks as he stepped away, eyes finding the ground shyly. Cody had to bite the inside of his cheek and force himself not to blush as well.

“Shall we?” He motioned to the nearby table and chairs. Obi-wan quickly sat, shoulders back and hands primly in his lap, eager to please. Maybe this was a trap, and maybe there was something going on here he just wasn’t quite seeing yet, but at the moment Cody turned all of his focus on the beautiful man sitting across from him.

“For starters, you can call me Cody. No need to use Alor all the time. Just Cody.” There was a surprised look on the man’s face for a moment before it vanished behind a breathtaking smile.

“It is an honor… Cody.”

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