#aira x evil eye

[nocandnc]

I really like the implication that despite her reluctance on the matter,

Aira is the one who can best match Evil Eye in a fight

at least prior to Okarun’s training arc.

While Aira is lacking in raw strength and spiritual energy, she makes up for it with exceptional technique. Close combat fighting is like dancing, and that’s where she excels. She’s already capable of following EE’s 4-beat rhythm from the start.

We can see this demonstrated even before the music room training. During one of his transformations at Momo’s house, Aira's shown to be the most effective in holding EE back ‘till the hot water is ready.

I think that’s partly why she’s so cavalier about letting EE out in later arcs. I don’t think it’s just her being selfish or rash - some part of her must be thinking ‘I can take him!'

But, I also think there’s a level of trust to it as well.

Trust in herself to keep him in check, trust in Jiji’s ability to restrain him, and trust in the Evil Eye himself to be more than a just vengeful embodiment of human rage and suffering. She's gotten comfortable with him by this point in the story after all - enough to scold and kick him just as she would Jiji and the others.

Speaking of matching, there's also thematic connections to consider.

Aira’s abilities come from Acrobatic Silky, a poor ballet dancer turned urban legend after meeting a tragic fate. AcroSilky's fondest memories are of when she would dance and play with her child, whom she yearned to see even after death.

When the Evil Eye was a living child, his greatest wish was to dance and play with someone as well. That got twisted up after centuries of watching other children suffer like he did - but just as AcroSilky sought out Aira in want of her child, Evil Eye's core desire is still there.

So I think it would be very nice if these two shared a one-on-one dance at some point... even if it's under the guise of play-fighting ^^;;

[aoflameandco]

Let's get some juice.

Huh?! Why me?! Ask Momo for that.

But I want you with me!

(c) Vol 15 Extra

[giveamadeuschohisownmovie]

My crude summary of the DanDaDan crew:

Momo Ayase = Buffy Summers x Kamala Khan

Okarun = Ghost Rider x The Flash

Aira Shiratori = Bayonetta (literally just Bayonetta)

Jiji/Evil Eye = Goku x The Incredible Hulk

Kinta Sakata = Pierce Hawthorne x Pacific Rim

Vamola = Superman x Mantis x Stargate SG1

[animeisforanimation]

Dandadan

getting closer and closer

and oh my god the latest trailer?!

first of all, this Momo? cuteness overload!

if there is a thing the manga doesn't exell at artwise, it's faces. they are very expressive, but also extremely similar, borderline the same. and i this still gives me hope anime can go around that.

Next, there's Okarun. Except he seems to be bit by Ozu from Tatami galaxy. There's even The Curled Smile and The Demonic Laugh! Amazing x D

Jiji has got all the rizz as always.

[Aira is my pretty bitchy princess, but there were no shots of her that caught my eye so far. But that’s probably a good thing not yo show much of her or Evil Eye before they actually enter the story].

And there is HORROR. Oh wow.

On one hand, I'm positive nothing would be able to compete with Dandadan's manga spreads. On the other, the shapes and the colours (and the excellence of all of the Science Saru's previous projects) make me so so excited for all the ways the adaptation will show the same scenes in its own way, use the benefits of the movement and sound.

Like, oh wow, the glasses shot? And the gory broken fingers?

Okarun screaming?

The RUN?

and yeah, the monster form is just spectacular I can’t wait to see my ballerina too

[flare-the-freak]

Folds hands together, more Dandadan x Murder Drones be upon ye

Yeva is Turbo Granny. I don't know why she just seems like the best candidate considering she's the like, closest we see close to Nori besides Khan

V is Aira for obvious reasons. Her beef with Uzi exceeds universes yet they'd still kill die for each other

Thad is Jiji, first crush and now just buddy buddy? Hell yeah. They both have the silly energy too.

Evil eye is either Doll or Doll is Bamora. I'm leaning towards Bamora because the whole losing her family. (sorry yeva...)

[lowkxytears]

more fanfic ideas have arrived!!

a 5+1 fic where it's five times vamola felt like a member of the group and the one time she realised that no they are actually her family (preferably i would love to have this written with her learning to speak human language in mind, so her dialogue would be broken/limited in contrast with her monologue)

a bit of canon divergence with the evil eye itself becoming an actual member/friend of the group+ fluff/comfort (i'm of the opinion that the child sacrifice deserves the world no matter his crimes)

(this should've been explained with the sad jiji point in above post) HEAVY jiji angst, focusing on the fact that his parents literally hanged themselves, and he had to get them down, and likely waited for the ambulance with them...like is that not angst material??

crack fic where count saint-germain gets his ass beat and thrown in jail for basically blackmailing a CHILD with her NUDES??? preferably I would love if momo and aira double team him (we love girls supporting/defending girls in this house)

I would love if okaruns feelings on his masculinity were explored

seiko x turbo granny. old lady yuri when???

in addition to that, more ships?? and not just momokarun, jiji x aira, and kinta x vamola. (like i know as a fandom we all collectively love momokarun, but people there is a whole cast of characters where tropes and dynamics can be explored!!)

exploration of seiko's grief after losing her child(+ child-in-law)+husband, and raising momo on her own. (it would be really interesting if there were fics that differed in whether momo's parents died or just left, because the exploration of seiko(and momo's) grief would change greatly)

sick fic + slice of life, okarun experiencing the worst joint pain because of his yokai transformation, which he gets a relax day for (pull out the nines. massage chair, green face mask, cucumbers over eyes)

family dinner through the eyes of turbo granny (her opinions on everyone pls)

here’s the list of things i would like to see explored in the upcoming dandadan fics that will surely arise due to the anime and the increase of the animanga’s fans:

okarun’s home life

momo + aira friendship

big sis momo + lil sis vamola

sad jiji + comfort

an in depth exploration of kinta’s insecurities + his eventual rise in confidence (i love him so much he’s my fave)

more seiko and turbo granny friendship!!!

a fic on how mai’s haunting of rin to be an idol represents the continued life of a pushover (rin’s mum got me so mad, like y r u having ur baby cook and clean?! she can barely reach the table!!!)

slice of life through the eyes of masamichi bega (the policeman who’s zuma’s guardian)

momo x okarun first date!! (they are so cuteeeee)

one shot where jiji gets kinta and okarun to come out of their shells more and in turn jiji gets to be more vulnerable with them (group cry sesh meow)

long multi-chapter fic that explores the trauma that each members of the group have. angst/hurt + eventual?comfort (i need codependency + separation anxiety for all of them meow)

that is it for now i will add more if i need to. buh bye!!

[p-taryn-dactyl]

can you do a Wanda x Reader where reader is badly injured and Wanda finds them but its too late.. very angsty

a/n: omg anon you understand my language. i love angst so much. thank you for this request! word count: 1.4k warning(s): depictions of severe injury - blood - graphic wounds - angst - torture- ambiguous ending(?) wanda maximoff taglist: @nyx-aira @astralqche @exclusivitymajor @justyourwritter69 @xxxtwilightaxelxxx @wandsmxmff note: reader has been/was kidnapped and tortured by whatever evil organization you want to envision (i was thinking the same “ten rings” that kidnapped tony in iron man bc i rewatched it today)

You didn’t know how long you had been in the cage. They kept you hidden away in a dark corner, trapped between two sets of metal walls, with one small slit for food and a semi-functioning toilet. You knew it had been days since they last “talked” with you. Your skin bore the memories. Bruises littered your skin, open cuts stung with possible infection, and your fingers aching with blinding pain from the hammer they had brought down on them.

You prayed for it to end.

The door to your cage slid open ominously, revealing the leader of your captors. You scooted as far back as possible, shaking your head over and over as he reached in a pulled you out like a misbehaving dog. He threw you on the concrete floor of the cell, placing a heel on your chest, keeping you down. You continued to sob, begging him to stop.

“Oh, does the little baby want me to stop?” His condescending voice triggered alarms in your head as one of his henchmen came forward, knife in one hand, bowl of salt in another. Your sobbing stopped as panic built in your mind, knowing what was about to happen.

“Ple..please.”

You rasped out, voice hoarse from being kept from water for so long. All the men did was chuckle as they set up. The leader removed his foot from your chest but you knew better than to run. You learned that the first day, the bullet wound in your thigh a painful reminder. He kneeled down next to you, playing with the knife nonchalantly.

“Tell me how to kill the Scarlet Witch.”

You gasped as he trailed the blade on the inside of your forearm, watching it with fear. You kept telling yourself one of these days your pain would end, either by death or rescue you didn’t care.

The Leader didn’t like your silence.

With one swift motion, he sliced into your arm, causing you to hiss at the pain. He made a hand motion at his henchman, who silently gave him a handful of salt. The Leader made direct eye contact with you as he pressed the salt into your wound, causing you to let out a howl as pain and an overwhelming stinging sensation erupted through you. The Leader smiled at you, impatient, now bringing the knife up to your cheek, while one hand continued to press salt into your fresh cut.

“Now, answer my question.”

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They tried a new tactic everyday, attempting to get you to reveal the way to kill your girlfriend. Every time you kept your mouth shut, they increased the punishment.

Today, you were in a sorry excuse for sleep, when your door kicked in, revealing The Leader and a handful of men. They injected something into your neck, immediately taking away your fight. They hung your wrists up with rope, straining your joints and painting your skin with more blood and bruises. Today, you had a bit of confidence. You glared at The Leader as he opened a box, the contents hidden from your view.

“I’m not telling you anything.”

Your voice was steadily declining, days of being unused taking it’s toll. The Leader chuckled, a dark sound which sent chills down your spine.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’ve gotten everything I need. Today is…” he waved his hands around, “for my benefit, for fun.”

With that, he pulled out a scalpel and a butchers knife, holding them out towards you.

“Pick.”

You merely stared at him, swallowing with a dry throat. The Leader shrugged, putting down the scalpel and lifting up the knife. He walked around you, causing your breath to increase with panic as you could no longer see him. You heard a slashing sound, your clothes being ripped from the back. Before he struck you, he whispered something into your ear.

“Since you defended your witch, you’ll die like one.”

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Wanda tore apart every base they went to, she destroyed entire buildings in her rage.

You had been taken and she couldn’t protect you. Her magic flickered dangerously through the Compound’s walls as Tony searched a grid for any signs of you. Wanda paced back and forth, wearing a hole into the floor of the lab. Natasha watched her worriedly but kept her distance at the pure anger radiating from the brunette. Tony slapped the counter in excitement, making eye contact with the witch. He merely showed her the coordinates of the last know location of your captors and she disappeared in a swirl of red. Tony and Natasha looked at each other before suiting up, a dreadful feeling sinking in their guts.

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Wanda didn’t give your captors any time to react. Once, they had a front door and multiple guards. Now, they had no door and only charred skeletons littering the ground. She stormed through the base, eyes glowing scarlet as she blasted henchmen away from her, sending them into walls with bone cracking sounds. Her magic reached out to you, calling for you, searching. Wanda knew she didn’t have to be so destructive, her magic was powerful enough without having to put on a show.

But she wanted to send a message.

She didn’t know The Leader left one of his own.

Wanda was quickly approaching giant iron doors and with a flick of her wrist, they crumbled to the ground like paper. She stepped into a dimly lit hallway, watching as a man exited one of the rooms. His hands were stained with red and he smiled at the Scarlet Witch. He spread his arms out like Wanda was a long lost friend.

“So, you finally join us. But a bit too little, too late.”

His taunting tone irked Wanda and she wrapped her magic around him, watching as something akin to fear bled into his eyes. The magic seeped into his mouth, his eyes, his nostrils before his neck was snapped to the side by Wanda’s pure anger. As The Leader’s lifeless body drooped to the ground, she noticed something about the ground he had once stood on.

It was stained with blood.

Fresh blood.

Wanda felt her magic react with familiarity and she gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. She raced to the doorway, almost collapsing to the ground at what she saw. It was like all the air had been sucked out of her lungs.

Your body lay in a pool of your own blood, your skin torn and bruised, cut and burnt. A giant gash on your stomach bled onto the floor, creating a river of red around you. Your chest was moving slowly, like every breath was a burden. Wanda collapsed onto her knees next to you, pulling you into her arms and letting out a sob when she saw your back. Slash marks covered your skin, dried blood and fresh blood mixing gruesomely. She maneuvered you gently, using her magic to ease your pain. Your eyes blinked open heavily and Wanda smiled at you, tears welling up in her eyes.

“Hi, beba, I’m here.”

You smiled before attempting to respond, your body rejecting the action, causing you to erupt in a fit of coughs and sobs. Wanda shook her head as tears began to fall, cupping your face in her hands.

“No, no, hey save your strength, I’m going to get you out of here.”

She spoke reassuringly, more for her than you. Wanda watched as you gently nuzzled her with your head, looking deep into her eyes before you closed yours, slumping against her.

“Oh no, oh no nono! probudi se dušo, molim te probudi se! Wake up baby, please wake up!”

She let sobs wrack her body as she hurried her face into the crook of your neck, pulling you as close as possible to her. She rocked back and forth on the ground, trying and failing to heal you with magic. The damage was too great.

Wanda heard the other Avengers attacking the base but she couldn’t move from her spot. She continued to rock you back and forth, not allowing herself to believe the worst. She felt Natasha, Tony, and Clint stand in the doorway of what was your cell, watching in agony as Wanda crumbled to pieces and you slowly faded away. Wanda leaned back, pressing a kiss to your forehead with trembling lips, whispering against your skin.

“Don’t leave me, Y/N, beba, don’t leave me.”

a/n: i hope this wasn’t too terrible! I love writing angst so much so i hope I delivered!! Thank you for reading!!

[dotster001]

Day 14: coffee shop au where person a is hanging a Halloweeny menu, much to person b's disdain

Summary: Aira Shiratori x Hiiro Amagi

A/N: um......so I know this is different from what I've been doing, but it's my birthday, so I can do what I want 😝

Hiiro eyed Aira with pure confusion. "I don't really understand."

Aira huffed, hanging up another paper spider. "It's not that hard, Hiro. Some stores decorate for Halloween, and I want ours to be one of them."

"But isn't Halloween an evil thing?" 

Aira huffed again, this time hanging up the themed menu that would run from now to Halloween.

"I thought we were working on your perception of good and evil. Just because your medieval village didn't like it, doesn't mean it's bad." He grinned excitedly. "Plus we get to wear a costume to work on Halloween, Loooove!"

Hiiro smiled. He still didn't get it, but Aira's smile was too bright to be a bad thing, so he would play along.

Aira excitedly turned to him. "You learned the new menu, right?"

Hiiro decided this was one of those moments to keep his mouth shut. He had worked with Y/N for hours in hopes of it going more smoothly in front of Aira, but the latte art was too delicate for him to get a handle on.

Aira sighed. "What part are you having trouble with? I'll help."

Hiiro smiled excitedly. "Really? Thanks Aira, you're a great friend!" 

Aira felt a bitter taste in his mouth. "Friend". Right.

Hiiro started to make a latte, then dyed it purple. "This is where I have trouble, the webbed design is too delicate for me to get a handle on."

Aira took one of Hiiro's hands in his, and handed him the pen. "Honestly, it is delicate, but it's something you can take your time with." He began gently guiding Hiiro's hand, trying to ignore the flutter in his stomach from the proximity. "The customer will be willing to wait for it, so it doesn't matter how long you take."

After he finished, he started to pull away, but Hiiro pulled him back. 

"Can you show me a couple more times?" His eyes were wide and innocent, but his cheeks were red.

Aira grinned. Friends. Right.

[aoflameandco]

"Why don't you talk to Aira? Do you wanna die?! If you wanna talk then talk!"

(c) Vol 16 Extra

[nocandnc]

Aira: *Trying to lecture EE* Evil Eye: (So annoying... Can she shut up already??) Evil Eye: (Wait, I know. She can't talk if I cover her mouth with my mouth. Not using my hands so it doesn't even count as fighting. Genius.) Aira: And another th- Aira: *Suddenly being kissed* !!!? Evil Eye: *Gets Aira's warm saliva on him* Aira: Jiji: Jiji: —WHY!? Aira: THAT'S MY LINE!!!

[nocandnc]

For Valentine's Day, Aira is the type to hand out obligation chocolates to just about everyone. Or rather, she was the type until she stopped putting on airs and her classmates grew distant.

She can't blithely pass out treats and smiles to all the boys like it's nothing. Not anymore.

This year, she's only buying for three - no, four high-school boys - and her wallet is admittedly much happier for it.

Maybe she is too.

Sakata gets a plain Meiji chocolate bar - the kind of thing she'd give out to nobodies in the past. He's not a nobody, but no need to tell him that.

Her dear Takakura-kun gets a fancy box of TRUE LOVE CHOCOLATES. That's what the store marketed them as after all. She'll tell herself it's real too, even though she's not nearly as elated as she thought she'd be when he thanks her for them. Something feels a bit off - his smile too mild, her heart too steady.

She puts those thoughts away for now and heads to Class B.

Aira struts up to a certain redhead's desk and smacks two boxes down in front of him - dark and milk chocolate respectively. "Happy Valentine's Day, Enjoji."

The young man seems uncharacteristically stunned by the declaration. Was it the force of her delivery that shook him, or was her beauty and charm just too much to take in? Either way, she's thankful for the silence.

But all good things must come to an end.

"Gee, Jiji - how come you get two Valentine's presents?" Ayase Momo snickers from her desk, conveniently ignoring the pile of gifts he'd already received since first period. "Really going hard on confessing, huh Aira?"

"It's obligatory you skank!"

Aira shoots Momo a glare and then Jiji for good measure. He may not have said anything yet, but she just knows there's nonsense brewing in that head of his.

"This one is yours" she tells him while his mouth is still closed, tapping hard on the box of dark chocolates. "And this one," she shifts her finger to the milk chocolate beside it, "is for Evil Eye. Understand?"

A nod of the head would have sufficed. To her annoyance, Enjoji Jin finally decides to start talking.

"Awe, shucks Aira! Separate boxes for the two of us!? That's so kyooOWIE!!"

A swift kick to the shin puts a stop to Jiji's gushing.

"And you better believe I'm expecting two presents on White Day!!"

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(She visits little Chiquitita after school of course - arms laden with every variety of chocolate milk she could find.)

[nocandnc]

I saw some discussion floating around on what Momo and Okarun might name their child if they had one, which got me thinking about it as well. This inevitably led me down a deep rabbit hole of Japanese wordplay and research that really needed its own post, so here goes...

Naming hypothetical Dandadan kids!!

Fandadan kids...?

I'll be covering Momo x Okarun, Aira x Jiji and Kinta x Vamola below the cut for those who're interested - it's very long and very silly.

Momo x Okarun

If it were up to me, I'd name their child Tou. Why?

Well. You. See! Okarun's real name is Ken, written as 健 - meaning 'health' or 'strength'. However, 'ken' is also how you pronounce the word for 'sword' - written as 剣. This refers broadly to swords of many varieties. A more specific word would be 'katana', written as 刀, which refers to Japanese-style blades in particular. Another way of pronouncing 刀 is 'tou'.

Momo's name means 'peach' and is written as 桃. An alternate way of pronouncing 桃 is also 'tou'. Furthermore, the word 'momo' is also one way to read 百, the kanji for the number 100... as in the number of kilometers an hour a certain old lady can run.

So Tou feels like a wonderful name to me, as it loops all in and around Momo and Ken's names and even Turbo Granny to boot. It's a masculine name, but I feel like they'd still go with Tou even for a girl. A very tough girl!!

Aira x Jiji

Whether these two end up becoming a proper pairing in-series remains to be seen, but I've become totally hooked on them recently ^^;; and they're both so good with kids, I can imagine them having two or three... but I think the first one should be Buyuu.

Aira's name is written as 愛羅, which is a nod to the phrase 愛羅武勇 - read as 'I love you', or アイラブユー (ai ra bu yuu) - said as if one were speaking in English, rather than the Japanese line 'aishiteru' for example. A very fun line that showcases Aira's passionate side!

'Buyuu' would make for a very nice boy name to match his mother, written of course as 武勇 to follow Aira's 愛羅. Jiji is a fun and sentimental guy, so I think he'd be fully on board with this kind of wordplay!

武勇 can also be read on its own to mean 'bravery', 'military prowess' or 'valour'. Jiji's real name is Jin, written as 仁 and means 'benevolence', 'compassion', 'charity' etc. - while not directly related, 'jin' and 'buyuu' both point towards virtuous qualities that often go hand-in-hand. Buyuu refers to warrior-like traits especially, which also serves as a nod to Jiji's power both with and without the Evil Eye.

I can certainly think up good names for more kids too... but let's move on for now >///<

Kinta x Vamola

This ship might be a bit polarizing, but I honestly think they'd be so sweet together once they have time to grow! Another reading for Vamola is Bamora, written either way as バモラ - neither reading is right or wrong from a technical standpoint, but I prefer Vamola as it sounds more alien to my ears.

It also matches with Vega, which is the name I'd choose for her and Kinta's daughter!

Vega is the brightest star in the Lyra constellation, and is known in Japan as 織姫 or 'Orihime' - as in Orihime from the popular folktale of Tanabata. The story is about two lovers (Orihime and Hikoboshi) who are separated by the Milky Way and can only meet on the 7th day or the 7th month. A lonely maiden from the stars... almost like a certain alien girl!

But the connections don't stop there. Sakata Kinta (坂田金太) also happens to be a folktale reference! 'Kintarou' (金太郎) is the name of a very famous figure in Japanese myth, particularly known for slaying the fearsome oni overlord Shuten-douji. He also may or may not have served Minamoto no Yoshitsune under the name of Sakata Kintoki (坂田 金時). Folktale father, folktale daughter.

Kinta is such a bombastic guy, Vega just might be on the normal side of his naming preferences... but I think Vamola would find it all very sweet and moving. That said, Vega herself might choose to go by Orihime amongst her peers to avoid the questions and weird looks >.>

(And of course, if they had a son it'd be Altair instead!)

So... yeah! Those are my thoughts and ideas on the matter ^^;;;

I love researching Japanese terminology etc. so this was really just an excuse to ramble about all that... Hope some folks enjoy!

[nocandnc]

Love your Jiji x Aira headcanons so much, pls, keep going!

I wonder if after all these extras Evil Eye indeed developed a small crush on Aira and will push Jiji to reconsider his feelings. Or maybe he would become his own love rival 🤣

Hi there~

Thank you so much! I’m having way too much fun thinking about them ^^;;;

I think Evil Eye crushing on Aira would be so cute and funny, I really hope this is the case. He previously said he hated her, but a lot has happened since then and it’s clear from the new omake that he has some kind of fondness for her. It’d be just like an immature boy to crush on an older girl/mother figure while not knowing how to express it lol

Jiji’s mentioned he can sense what Evil Eye is feeling, so on top of the potential physical comedy of EE wanting to cozy up to Aira in his body, it also might get pretty confusing for him emotionally. Aira is a beautiful (if terribly bossy) girl, so he’d have a much easier time recognizing any feelings of attraction as such - but how much of those feelings are a byproduct of the Evil Eye, and how much are his own? I think Jiji would struggle with this a lot, especially while he’s still getting over Momo.

Aira meanwhile is still into Okarun, but I’ve always felt she was more in love with the idea of it - to have a special romance between her and this demonic but kind creature she thought Okarun was initially. Which strikes me as pretty amusing since that description fits the Jiji/EE combo to a T >.>

[marvelfansince08love]

“My loyalties lie with you, not the title you’ve been given” - Part 5

Word Count: 3k 

Pairing Cordelia Goode x Protector!Reader 

Warning: Some mentions of blood, fighting scene I guess? 

A/N: So sorry for the late update on this series, these two chapter are pretty heavy and I wanted them to be perfect! I hope you enjoy! x Thank you so much @canarypoint for editing and reading over and fangirling with me x Also a huge thank you to my girl for encouraging me to continue and for helping edit both parts, I love you <3

Side note: The Entity is slightly based off Michael Langdon but it isn’t him. 

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Part 5 

“What have you done, you stupid girl.” Fiona’s voice growls, startling you from your thoughts as you glare over at the woman.

“Protecting Cordelia, something you aren’t familiar with,” You snap back, anger spiralling throughout your body as you shake slightly. Fiona scoffs shaking her head as she slowly approaches you, standing a hair breath away her dead eyes stare into your own. 

“I always knew your love for her would get you killed one day,” Her voice laced with a certain emotion you would never associate with her with; fear. A humourless grin appears onto your cold lips as you take in her aged face. 

“Quite poetic is it not?” You murmur, your eyes showing no emotion not willingly to give this woman any satisfaction of seeing your torn vulnerability. 

Before she could answer a white light surrounds you all, making you squint and hiss at the brightness of the glow. Within a blink of an eye, you regain your senses gasping for mortal air as you reawaken above Fiona’s grave. Warm hands caress your cheeks as they continue their inspection for any harm. 

“Shhh you’re okay darling, it’s me. It’s me.” She repeats over and over as your wide eyes take in your surroundings the feeling of panic and anxiety erupts through your chest. Your eyes finally land on brown eyes full of reassurance and worry, seeing the familiar gaze makes you relax almost instantly as you try to even out your erratic breaths. 

“Lia,” You croak, clearing your dry throat. She smiles watery at you and nods mouthing a ‘yes’ before placing the crown of her head against your temple. 

“It felt like you were gone forever and then your body started to twitch uncontrollably I thought-” 

“Cordelia.” Fiona speaks from the side of you both, keeping her distance from her daughter. Cordelia tenses beside you before turning to face the woman she calls mother, she slowly stands from her crouched position keeping a steady arm around your waist as you gingerly stand with her. The two Goode’s stare at each for a moment taking in each other’s appearance, 

“Power looks good on you, dear.” She croaks, as her eyes scan her daughter’s stance. No longer cowering from the past supreme. 

“And death hasn’t done you any good, mother.” Cordelia retaliates, scolding herself silently for allowing herself to bite back. 

“Marie, would you like some help getting up? Shit, you white bitches.” Marie grumbles, as she shrugs off the dirt that lays against her clothes. “If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to shower until the smell of death leaves my body,” She informs, huffing as she takes her leave, Cordelia nods in acknowledgement at the Voodoo Queen mouthing her thanks as Marie nods back in reply continuing on her way. You stare longingly wanting to also depart from this awkward reunion as the two continue to stare one another down. Fiona breaks off the staring contest first as she flicks her wrist revealing a packet of cigarettes and a lighter, sparking one up. Inhaling deeply she allows the smoke to blow out into the cold dark night and sighs. 

“So, where do you want to start?” She asks, her careless persona strong as she continues to take in the nicotine. Cordelia smiles cruelly. 

“I’d rather we didn’t revisit the past, you are here for one reason only and that’s to help us defeat this darkness.” 

“The Entity,” You interrupt, correcting her softly, your eyes clashing with Fiona’s briefly. Cordelia turns to face you in confusion.

“While we were down there we got a lovely visit from Papa… He gave us little to nothing on the damn thing but told us his name.” You inform her, watching as she takes in the information. 

“He?” 

“Yes, the thing is a man. Big shocker there.” Fiona drawls out, through occasional puffs of smoke. Cordelia opts to ignore her mother, focusing her attention on you. 

“Did he give you anything else?” She asks, her voice laced with slightly desperation. You shake your head much to her disappointment.

“I’m sorry, Lia.” You apologise, wishing you could have given her more  She smiles reassuringly and cradles your cheek briefly shaking her head slightly. 

“No don’t be sorry, you risked a lot going down there. I- Thank you,” She says, her eyes lingering onto your own for a second longer. You almost feel like you could drown into her gaze forever but before you could reply she steps away clasping her hands together as if resisting herself from touching you again. 

“If you two love birds are done, I would like to run a hot bath with some nice salts, maybe a lovely glass of scotch,” Fiona rudely says, already making her way out of the graveyard and towards the car. You both blush as you avoid each others eyes, making your way back to the vehicle Fiona’s distance voice whining from a distance, “Have you got a spare pair of sunglasses, I wouldn’t want my ‘dead eyes’ scaring the children,” you scoff as you open up the front passenger door purposely moving into the seat, Fiona huffs as she settles into the backside. You open up the glove department and pass the older blonde a pair of black sunglasses. 

“Bold of you to assume you didn’t already scare children before you died,” You bite, a teasing grin appearing on your face as you feel Cordelia’s scolding but amused eyes on you. Shrugging, you settle into your seat and stare out into the night, Papa’s deal heavy on your mind as guilt settles within your chest. Looking into the wing mirror you can feel Fiona’s gaze through her heavily tinted glasses, gulping you turn away from her judging gaze focusing on the road ahead. 

‘What have I done?’

***

Pulling up at the Academy, you can see the older girls lingering by the window curious to see the woman that’s been brought back from the dead. Myrtle stands regal as ever by the front door, her signature cigarette holder in hand as she takes a drag, her icy gaze burning heavily into Fiona’s form as she makes her way up the steps of the Academy. 

“You look awfully ghastly my dear,” She comments, her fiery hair matching her sass. Fiona scoffs holding her arms out to the woman. 

“At least I have death as an excuse, you old hag.” She fires back, grinning icily at the redhead. You and Cordelia share a knowing glance used to the pair’s bickering back and forth, as you hover close behind the pair. Myrtle chuckles dryly as she steps aside to let the older woman through before placing herself in front of you and Cordelia stopping you from following.

“Are you both okay, my dears?” She asks, her voice no longer full of ice and venom as her motherly gaze scans you both. You both nod smiling softly at the woman who holds you both in such high regard and vise versa. Cordelia presses a kiss to her cheek before moving past her and into the building not wanting to leave Madison and her mother in a room alone together for too long. You hover for a moment debating your next words as you take in Myrtle’s form. The witch frowns at your fidgeting state, silently questioning your hesitation. 

“I did something stupid,” You admit quietly, briefly glancing through the open front door making sure no one else could hear your confession. The redhead steps away from the door and loops her arm around your elbow guiding you away from the entrance so you could circle the grounds. 

“My dear girl, you have a look of someone with a heavy heart. Please speak to me,” She comforts softly, her tender voice makes your eyes tear up as you blurt out your secret. 

“I made a deal with Papa Legba. If we don’t deliver him the Entity’s soul then he shall take mine,” You confess, tearfully. The woman remains calm and quiet as she allows you to continue. 

“I’m not even scared of that, I’ve never been scared of death but- He mentioned my powers and the darkness as if sensing my potential ability to destroy everything in my path. I don’t even know what I’m capable of anymore, Myrtle.” You admit, your real fear spoken out loud makes you sob as the older woman pulls you into a bone crushing hug. She whispers harshly with a touch of tenderness into your ear. 

“You listen to me, my sweet girl.” She pulls back and holds onto your face with both her hands, forcing you to keep your attention on her distraught face. “You are not evil, you may have powers that you have yet to unlock but you could never be evil. That power that swirls inside you is the most powerful magic I have ever come across that’s why you are the protector. You’re of love and light my dear, that darkness that wants to pull its way through is unmatched to that of the light,” Your eyes blur as you take in her reassuring words, collapsing slightly into her arms. 

“You should tell Cordelia about the deal,” She advises, making you pull back from your embrace slightly offended by her comment. 

“It would kill her Myrtle, I promised her that I’d be beside her always. I can’t-” 

“Would you prefer that you didn’t and then die without giving her a chance to fight for your life,” Her words penetrate through your heart like a stab wound. You gulp feeling torn by her words and guidance. 

“I’m the one who’s supposed to fight for her life,” You argue weakly. Myrtle chuckles amused, before holding your gaze once again. 

“Y/N haven’t you realised it yet, darling? You both continue to fight for each other, you think after all these years Cordelia didn’t once ask me about you. Or how during the attacks with the witch hunters a few years back, you didn’t step in from the shadows and take out the last remaining vermin as they tried to attack her.” She pauses for a moment allowing you to take in her painfully truthful words. “You both have had each other’s backs since you stepped foot into this academy all those years ago. This will be like any other time, so tell her and fight like hell against the bastard, together like always,” She finishes her speech, her breathing becoming erratic as her words spill from her mouth. The sound of a twig snapping startles you both from your private moment, slow clapping starts from within the shadows around the trees. Pulling Myrtle back slightly you inch away from the dark forest that surrounds the Academy. 

“My, so much wisdom from such an experienced witch, bravo.” The deep voice teases, as the figure becomes more clearer as it steps out from between the trees. Stood dressed in a black suit and a devilish grin is, the entity. You tense instantly as you keep your gaze on his confident form. 

“Get to the house,” You murmur to Myrtle,  who goes to protest. “Now.” You force out, watching as his grin becomes more apparent. 

“Yes, listen to your dear protector.” He taunts, watching as the redhead flees to the academy to alert the others. His black eyes turn to you a glint of mischief sparkling within the darkness. 

“It’s more fun when they are terrified, makes for a better meal.” he teases, folding his hands in front of him. You glare at his smug expression. 

“Sorry I didn’t realise we were dressing up for the event,” you comment, wanting to keep him distracted for as long as possible in hopes that Myrtle and the other older girls manage to perform the safekeeping spell allowing the younger witches and warlocks to be sent as far away as possible from here. He chuckles amused at your attempt of distraction.

“Well it is your funeral, my dear. I merely dressed for the occasion.” He follows up, his hands becoming more invisible as the black mist surrounds his fingers. You can feel your powers boiling at the surface as your body becomes aware of its current threat, tiny sparks tingle from your fingers as you keep a close eye on him. Before he can make a move you throw your hands out, throwing him further into the woods wanting to keep him as far away from the academy as possible. His confident exterior falls after you make your first move, striding deeper into the woods you follow the line of destruction already made by his flying body. The faint sound of your name being called from the house, gives you pause allowing him a chance to take advantage at your distracted state. Black mist encircles around your feet as your body begins to tense, fear spikes through you as you start to lose awareness of your own body, unable to move anything as it continues to circle around your waist. 

“Y/N!” Cordelia screams as she races forward, Misty and Queenie moving to the side of the man effectively startling him from his task, both chanting in Latin as he loses his focus on you. Tears build in your eyes as you feel your senses overwhelm you again as you regain them back, Cordelia stands at your side in a flash, keeping her eyes on the entity as he continues to fight off the two older witches. Marie and Fiona join the pair as they begin to lose the upper hand in their ongoing fight. 

“Cordelia- the girls,” You choke out, holding onto her arms for dear life. Her hand strokes through your hair briefly, 

“They're okay, the other girls got them out. Myrtle is with them.” She informs quickly, ready to move away from you to help with the fight, noticing Queenie’s unconscious state as he manages a good strike to the witch. Before she can move you grip her arm, needing to tell her before it's too late.

“Cordelia I-” 

“This can wait Y/n, we've gotta attack while we can,” 

John Moore appears next to you with your brothers in tow, ready to take him on as you reluctantly let go of her arm, Marie flies backwards as he strikes her next effortlessly knocking back every effort from each of them who dare to reach him. Elijah makes his way around the fight, attacking him from behind as he launches forward, taking him to the ground before disappearing from beneath him. A deep chuckle echoes throughout the tall trees as you all look for the location of his voice, Misty kneels closely next to Queenie as she slowly regains consciousness. 

“You won’t win, your powers are nothing compared to mine,” His voice sinister, as if whispering in your ear. Cordelia looks over at her dishevelled witches gulping slightly. 

“Michael, Elijah get Queenie out of here now,” She demands, her voice trembling. They try to protest but your eyes silence them from speaking any further. 

“Ah yes, run away. I like the chase,” He taunts further, still invisible to the eyes as we keep an eye on the clearings surrounding us. The boys move quickly towards an exhausted Queenie, throwing her arms around their shoulders as Misty trails behind them, ready to attack if anything were to happen to them as they retreat. You keep your back close to Delia’s as the other three keep close, creating a make shifting circle. 

“Fucking Coward!” You shout into the air, frustrated by his cat and mouse game. He appears then leaning lazily against the tree trunk, that devilish grin on his face once again. 

“Oh my dear, we both know that’s not true. Little Ms. Protector, poor thing having so many expectations to live up to,” He pouts, taunting you some more as you clench your jaw. You try to shake off his words, knowing he’s looking for a window to get into your head. 

“I’ve been watching you for a while, Miss Wardwell. That darkness that swirls deep inside is boiling over and soon it will all topple over,” He continues, you feel Cordelia tense next to you as your normally bright coloured eyes darken a deep black. 

“Enough of this!” Fiona exclaims, launching forward to attack using her magic, startling him slightly as her attack strikes his cheek from afar causing the smallest trickle of blood to drop from his cheekbone. He touches the trail of blood examining his red stained finger before turning to the woman, his eyes blown black. Tree branches move on their own towards Fiona, Marie and John wrapping themselves around their wrists and waists pulling them in close to their tree trunk keeping them in place, a trail of black mist surrounding them to stop any magical advantages. 

“I wanted to play nice but now you can watch your only daughter die,” He says, smiling mercilessly at the woman before turning his attention onto you both. You move quickly in front of her, as you try with all your might to keep the mist at bay as it seeps through your protective barrier. Your head begins to pound as you feel your powers weakening as Cordelia helps with the barrier, as the mist encircles you once again you turn towards your Cordelia helplessly. She places her hands delicately against your cheeks, her fingers trembling against your now wet skin. 

“I can’t hold this up for long,” You whimper, feeling yourself becoming less aware of your senses, the tiniest touch of Cordelia’s lips against cheek is the only reassuring embrace as you close your eyes wanting to hold onto the feeling for as long as you could. You lean your head against Cordelia's as watery eyes match her tearful ones, she smiles brightly at you, that same smile you saw the very first day you met her. Before you could tell her the one thing you’ve wanted to say since that day you walked out on her wedding day, you succumb to the darkness.

I love you.