#also i broke their chains slightly hehe

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HI PEEPAW I MISSED YOU

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Billy Loomis and Stu Macher X Reader- Jokes on you... (Part 2/2)

SO IF YOU DON’T REMEMBER, HERE’S A RECAP! Also I think it’s safe to say we broke 2k words...hehe oops.

READ PART 1

And here’s the prompts that will be used in this chapter!! (I wrote slasher smut, am I part of the club yet?)

1- Look at me when I fuck you!

2- Oh, you’re so cute with my cum in your mouth…don’t spill it, darling…swallow it all.

3- I said FUCKING BEG!

5- Bend over the counter and stick that ass out, baby. (I changed ‘counter’ to ‘bed’ for this)

LET’S GET INTO THE WARNINGS! (Yall might not fuck with me no more after this tbh)

OVERSTIM...Apparently a few of you have a headcanon that Stu will absolutely destroy your pussy if he gets his mouth on it (and apparently will have you sobbing).....is y’all good? DOUBLE PEN, SLUT SHAMING, AGRESSIVE (but loving uwu because they’re in love with you) FUCKING. BLOODPLAY (yeaaahhhh), Knifeplay...ummm I think that’s it Oh and a liitttle bit of roughness. Uses of words like ‘force’ and similar. I don’t want to call this dubcon but some would put it under than umbrella. Also talk on being chained up (I’m really bad at writing about oral sex, so this might be ass)

There are the warnings? D-do ya see them? Okay so you read em? So you know what the hell you’re setting up for?....K then.

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You weren’t even fazed when they both tore off those god awful looking masks. 

“W-why am I not surprised.” you groaned, leaning your head back. “Why did I expect anyone else.” you groaned as a glazed over Stu and Billy loomed over your cowering body. “No really? Why did I expect anybody else to do something so fucking-”

“Little Y/N...what a little slut you are.” Billy laughed. “I knew you were a fucking pervert.”

“You’re actually into this shit!? That’s priceless.” Stu waved his knife around as he cackled. “What if I just-” he trailed the blade up your throat, ghosting it just slightly over your skin.

Your breath hitched in your throat. It was cold and no fucking doubt sharp. If you had moved too abruptly you would have been hurt. You instantly shut your eyes, feeling your skin go hot. 

“Dude look at her. She’s shaking.” Billy laughed. “Let me try something.” he strode forward, twirling his own knife between his fingers. He grabbed a fistful of your hair. Before you knew it, Billy had forced a kiss on your lips, shoving his tongue into your mouth. You instantly yanked at your chains feeling the coldness of Stu’s knife graze your skin even more. You could spread your arms but only so much.

You let out the slightest whimper, but to think they didn’t hear was a dumb move. Billy broke away from you, leaving a thin line of drool between you two.

“Y/N~ Y/N~” Billy sang. “We are gonna mess. You. Up.” he grinned. “What do you say we-”

“Take this upstairs...oops! Knife slipped.” Stu cackled as the tiny cry broke through your lungs. He had nicked your right shoulder. The smallest cut but enough for it to bleed. 

It wasn’t painful, funny enough. Maybe because as horrible as this was...you were very aroused. 

Billy tore off his costume, to reveal his clothes soaked in blood that were no doubt his. Stu followed in pursuit looking the same, completely blood-soaked.

“Oh this is gonna be so fun.” Billy laughed. “Nothing like a good fuck with a bad girl after a night of killing.”

Your chains were pulled by Stu, which gave you no choice but to crawl. Dear lord, help you.

... 

You were dropped on the plush surface. As soon as you sat up or at least tried to, Stu had kissed you this time. You had no idea which way was up at this point. When he broke the kiss, you were instantly pulled onto Billy’s lips. 

With a cackle, Stu trailed open mouthed kisses up your neck. “You like this shit don’t you.”

“Of course she does.” Billy answered for you. “Get these fucking clothes off Y/N, are we gonna do everything ourselves?”

“I’m l-literally in chains!” you stammered. “I can’t do much.”

“Fuck when you talk like that-” Billy growled. “It makes me want to tear your clothes to shreds. I wanna see how you look covered in red. You know, I think I like you this way.”

“What way?” you glowered. “Asshole.”

“Ouch. Damn Y/N. I don’t like the way you’re talking to me.” Billy fake pouted, grabbing your chains. 

You whimpered, quite loudly at the impact. You were practically forced to sit up. “You guys are the worst.” you pouted.

“What do you say man?” Stu paused to yank his shirt over his head. “Who goes first?” His eyes bore into yours. “I’ve been waiting for this for way to fucking long, man.” He rubbed his chin in fake thought as he waited for Billy to talk.

“I say why not both...you do whatever you want while I take care of this talkative ass mouth she has right here.” Billy laughed before quickly replacing his grin with a scowl. 

You chains were let go and you were pushed onto your back again. Somehow you were turned over on your stomach. You bought yourself to your hands and knees and looked up at Billy.  

Stu made short work of your jeans, tearing them to shreds. You were too busy focused on that to register Billy quickly unbuckling his own jeans and pulling them to rest low on his hips. 

“Come on Y/N..., open up for me. Bend over the bed and stick that ass out, baby. ” Stu sang, prying your legs apart with his hands. “Let me have a taste.” You instantly felt something wet and slimy trail along your thigh. “You don’t mind if I cut these panties off, right?” (Stu eating it from the back...you’re welcome)

“Do I have the choice?” you shuddered. 

“You always have a choice, Y/N...if you want us to stop then we will...but something tells me you’re enjoying this more than you let on.” You watched as Billy stroked himself right in front of you.

Come on Y/N, you got this! Tell them what’s on your mind!

“N-no, don’t stop.” you shook your head.

“Good girl.” Billy gingerly held the side of your face. 

Billy watched as your eyes widened, your face contorting in pleasure because of Stu’s impatience. He drove his tongue into your sex, giving long and slow licks up your slit. 

“You shouldn’t have let me back here Y/N!” Stu moaned through the sloppy kisses he gave your pussy. “This ass and pussy-” he lashed his tongue against you. “I’m gonna fucking tear you apart.”

“Y/N, up here.” Billy tilted your head up. “Suck daddy’s cock for him, hm?” he gently tapped his dick against your lips. You couldn’t help but dart your tongue out a little. You trailed it up his length, flicking the tip of his cock. “Shit~” he seethed. “You’re gonna kill me, Y/N.” he slowly bucked his hips against your tongue.

“Come on!” Stu’s mouth attached to your clit, sucking harshly. “Pay attention to me, Y/N!” 

Your jaw went slack. Your legs shook as Stu did such mean things to you. You raised your hand the best you could. It was a good thing the chains were long enough for you to gently wrap your hands around Billy’s cock as you took him into your mouth. 

“Shit! That’s so hot.” He stared down at you as he held the back of your head. He guided you, careful to make sure you didn’t hurt yourself. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you did this before~ Fuck. Use your tongue more- Yeah just like that.” he groaned. “Fuck you’re such a hoe, I love that shit.” he grunted as he thrust himself into your mouth.

“Come on Y/N. “Stu cackled. “You’re not even trying to hold it on.” he flicked his tongue against your dripping sex. “You want some overstimulation? Should I make it real fucking good?” Stu groaned loudly into your heat, sending vibrations all throughout your body. “I wish I could see your face when you cum all over my tongue, Y/N.” Stu cooed in a babyish voice. “I wanna see you go fucking crazy, baby.”

The sound of your lewdness echoed throughout the room. So much so that your had been moaning through Billy’s length. 

“You’re fucking drooling, Y/N. Can’t handle a little pleasure down there?” he laughed. “Shit that’s fine. I’m about to cum anyways.” he threw his head back. “Y/N, Y/N come on.”

“Come for me you naughty little girl, come on my face, make a mess of me baby.” Stu muffled. “I wanna drown in this pussy.”

“Shit, cumming! I’m cu-FUCK~” you felt Billy blow his load. He yanked his cock from your mouth, stroking himself quickly. “Open your mouth baby, Open yo- Shiiit~” he growled. “ Oh, you’re so cute with my cum in your mouth…don’t spill it, darling…swallow it all. “ 

“Come on Y/N.” Stu hummed. “You’re such a fucking mess-”

“Y-ou guys are the worst.” you said for maybe the second or third time that night. “S-stu!..Fuh- Shit!” you felt the dam of pleasure break. 

“Are you cumming, Y/N! Does it feel good, huh?” Billy spoke in a babyish voice. 

Stu didn’t let up though, he drug his tongue up your twitching slit repeatedly, causing your legs to shake. 

“How sensitive are you Y/N! It’s just a little oral.” Billy laughed. 

“Aww baby can’t take it...then what if I just-” 

You were bought to sit up on your knees. “I call the front man.” Stu maneuvered you to face him.

“Fine by me, it’s all goin in the same place anyways.”

“P-PARDON ME?!” you squeaked.

“Oh yeah, we’re gonna fill this pussy to the brim.” Stu smirked. “We’re gonna fill you up with cum.” You noticed Stu’s pants were low on his hips.

“That thing is gonna...go ins-side?” you whimpered.

“You have no idea how sexy that was.” you felt Billy’s chest against your back. You felt his lips press against your shoulder.

“Look at me Y/N.” Stu fake whined. “ Look at me when I fuck you...” he teased your entrance with his cock. “How tight are you huh? Will you be able to fit us both?” 

“Dude, quit taking all of the attention!” Billy complained.

“You want her attention, you fight for it...Like this~” You felt Stu completely slid himself into your wetness. 

“Look how easy it went in.” Stu laughed as he focused his sights on you. “You’re such a whore, you know that?”

Billy could only watch in jealousy as you gave low and needy mewls. He refused to be overshadowed, he needed you to notice him too. 

“Brace yourself Y/N....God damnit~” Billy thrust himself inside to your tightness. 

You almost cried at the feeling. You were being stretched out even though they both filled you up so easily.

“You like this baby? You like being filled up by a couple of fucking murderers?” Billy snarled in your ear. “You like being fucked silly.”

You couldn’t make coherent thoughts, you were kind of busy trying to keep the world vertical. You were a mess of moans and whimpers. 

“Do you want to cum? You gonna have to beg for it baby. Beg for it come on. I said FUCKING BEG!“ Billy grunted as he thrusted himself as deep as he could into your depths.

“S-stu~ B-billy~” you whimpered. “I can’t take much more!” you cried. “I’m gonna- I’m about to-Please!~ Let me!”

“Fuck, Shit!!”

“Come on babygirl, cum for me, cum for me!”

With both men in each ear whispering demands. Your pussy tightened around them both as their movements became more abrupt. You finally came again along with them. 

“FUCK~” “SHIIIIT~”

Stu wrapped a hand around your throat and planted a messy kiss on your lips. You felt their warmth, the both of them. Each man spilled into you, painting your insides white. You head was turned to the right and Billy crashed his lips over yours too. Both men were still rocking their hips against you. 

“How much cum do you think got inside?” Billy laughed.

“Shit, I don’t wanna know.” Stu replied.“Y/N~” he sang. “Know what this means?” He yanked himself from you. 

“It means you’re our own little slut now.” Billy followed. “Not only do you know our secret but-”

“You’re also a good fuck.” Stu grumbled lowly, burying his head in his shoulder. “We were gonna kill you, but we just might have to keep you around.”

“G-good to know.” you whimpered. “C-could I be untied now?”

“Of course.” “Why didn’t you ask before?”

“Can I ask another request?”

“Anything.” “Just name it.”

“Could I uhhh...get some food?”

...

(...I’m not sorry. I’ve never been the fuck sorry. I never will be sorry, you wanted this internet....your fault)

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Interdimensional Moms pt4

Part 3 here! <-

The tales had be interesting. The tales had even been emotionally gripping, yet all of them so far didn’t seem to register at the moment as Ruby’s teammates looked at her with the same excitement she used to give her own mother during story time. Ruby couldn’t help but give a little smile.

Ruby:I take it you’re ready for my turn? You do know it’s not exactly a sunshine and rainbows story, right?

Weiss:We figured as much, but....

Yang:You’re so different! From the moment you showed up I could just feel it in my gut. You have this...presence about you. Not to mention intsene confidence.

Blake:Yang is right. You said you beat your Salem when your seventeen. That’s...scary if I’m being honest. Such a drastic departure from any of our worlds.

Ruby:*red* Hehehe ummm I guess I’m just awesome? Really I don’t think it’s the most outstanding feat. At least by my worlds standards I suppose. I mean sure, I’m consider cream of the crop there too but there’s talented people and challenges all over that would put me through my paces still. I’m just...me.

Weiss:Sigh...honestly, I suppose that means our own skills must pale in comparison to our counterparts.

Ruby:Mmmm I wouldn’t say that for sure. My Yang would kill me if she heard this but there’s something about the one right here that has spark I dig.

Yang:Really?

Ruby:Uh huh. Can’t put my finger on it but I think you take her if you want it bad enough. As for Weiss....couldn’t tell ya. Haha, I know better than anybody to not underestimate the power of mother, and you pumped twins out.

Weiss:Not sure if those are pity points or real ones but thanks either way.

Blake:You don’t even have to tell me I’d lose. Just gave an entire story about me an my condition.

Ruby:Don’t feel too bad about it. I can’t imagine much reason for you two to fight for any reason. You’re both too reasonable to not reason with yourself.

Blake:Aw I’m touched.

Yang and Weiss:We aren’t....

Ruby:Hahaha I’m just saying! So, I guess I take things from the top like you all? From what I learned from all of you our Beacon experiences really are more or less the same, not counting certain interactions between a bookworm faunus and an adorkable blonde knight. Enrolled early, blew up the entrance, Weiss was rude, Yang ditched me, all the same beats.

Yang:There’s no super badass change like you beating Cinder the night of dance and making our entire lives easier?

Ruby:Ha! I wish I was that legit. No, I was very much the young girl tripping in heels that night. Vytal festival came around and was attacked, then Beacon fell. Pyrrha was lost and so was Penny. Difference being that was my last time seeing her, unlike Weiss’s story apparently.

Weiss:Yeah that...that’s a little bit of shock to be frank. Sorry.

Ruby:No worries. Not like you did anything and it was decades ago for me now. After that day is when I started to get a bit more serious I think. I had always taken being a huntress seriously and never slacked of in trying to live my dream. However, my perspective may have honed in on just how do or die life his when you’re the one choosing to walk into unknown danger. Team RNJR’s first and only mission, save the world!

Yang:Sub mission: Flirt with Jaune Arc.

Ruby:*blushing* We do not choose who we fall in love with it. But yes, that may have been a personal pseudo mission for me. He’s my first friend at Beacon for crying out loud and I you know.....thought he was cute then too.

WBY:Yeah that checks out.

Ruby:What does that mean!?

Weiss:Ruby, even my Ruby admits to finding Jaune attractive and having a crush on him back in the day.

Blake:Same.

Yang:I already went into enough detail on how my little sister feels about Jaune. Your just the reality where you pounced on the opportunity and never let go. Struck when the iron was hot and none of us were around; sly fox.

Ruby:Gee you make it sound underhanded. It isn’t like I intended to actively pursue him. Everyone was really sad and stressed traveling to Anima. There was a tension in the air. One that really strained us. I did my best to keep focus, but a leader is only as put together as team. Ren and Nora confided one another as usual and I tried being there for Jaune because seeing him emotionally shut down was rough; so I did my best to be there for him. Then...he ended up being there for me and I was the one who needed comfort. All the airing out and late nights just...led to....*red*

Blake: “Breaking the tension?”

Ruby:I guess that’s one way of putting it. We were lonely. I hid my feelings best I could under the veil of comfort in the moment. Not that needed to. He made it pretty clear that he wanted me in the same way I wanted him. I just the two of us were too scared to ask for promises we weren’t sure we could keep so we loved in the moments we could, so to speak.

Weiss:If it wasn’t under dire situations, all that sounds oddly romantic.

Ruby:Right!? Looking back at it makes the entire thing seem romantic but I definitely wouldn’t wish a similar experience on anybody! I guess it’s what I wished for when I fantasized huntress life huh? Things obviously got better along the way. Our relationship got a bit more serious right before we got to Haven. Then Tyrian and other crazy stuff happened that threw all of us into panic mode again before slowly getting better again by a lot.

Yang:We showed up?

Ruby:Bingo! You and Weiss, met Oscar, and then eventually Blake came back. Things were on the up and up.

Weiss:Uh, Haven attack?

Ruby:We lived, up and up. Yeah you got stabbed but you know...that’s not new I’m sure.

Weiss:Yeah I have the scar and I’m still little pissed.

Ruby:Valid. Anyways, so my Atlas experience was different as hell. There was no formation of Remnants armies like Weiss spoke of or even between two kingdoms like Blake. Yang, what happened yours again exactly?

Yang:Nonsense. Cinder showed up with lackeies but not Salem’s lackies. Those people showed up separately, then Adam came back from wherever the hell he- a lot! A lot of people showed up for different reasons but also the same reason and to be frank, we all almost got shot by the military for being in bases that quote unquote, “didn’t exist.”

Ruby:Man I wish we traded. That at least sounds crazy enough to be fun. Just a rollercoaster in the dark basically. My experience was probably as hectic, but also way more streamlined. We showed up, and then all hell broke loose. Specially a mass grimm invasion lead by Cinder and her annoying associates. We were there for about three weeks updating General Ironwood and getting our barrings together when it happened. I wanna call it a hit and run tactic but it was clearly planned in advanced. Mechs were hacked again, traitors in the military, grimm lying in wait before hand; it was chaos! All for the relic.

Blake:Who was the maiden?

Ruby:Never met her. By the time we got there, Ironwood was panicking because she had vanished, taken right from under his nose. It was some young girl apparently, really young. The attack on Beacon looked like child’s play to this. Mantle got attacked, grimm were on the chains, they tried dropping Atlas to the ground; all a diversion for a relic. We all should’ve died, and yet, we didn’t. Winter and Weiss weeded out traitors, huntsman and military held the line, Yang bested Hazel with Nora, Qrow and I cut down Tyrian! Ren, Blake and Jaune helped the kingdoms while Ironwood struck down Watts. Nobody was in the mood to die that day. There wasn’t gonna be another Beacon. By all means, we were pissed. Even Raven showed up of all people.

Yang:What!?

Ruby:You can’t attack a kingdom without the world knowing. Especially when traitors leak info. Honestly she came for you though, or she never left to begin with. Couldn’t tell ya. Thanks to Maria I had a bit more handling with my eyes. That helped a lot. Without them and Os-

She stopped herself, choking on the words. The zest and excitement of recalling the heroic feats of her friends dimmed slightly with her smile. Her joyful smile became bittersweet like the memory.

Ruby:Then there was Oscar, the real warrior on that flamed filled night. That battle had to have been three days at least. We were so driven, and so tired. I was tired, but Cinder, Neo, and the others with her at the time weren’t; always showing up at the worst time. I managed to push Cinder back in a fight but grimm and others still swarmed. We were at a point that grimm very well might’ve did us in and the villains didn’t have to push any harder. But Oscar changed that. Hehe, what’s it about country folk that makes people like him and I not hesitate to grit our teeth? That dork looked at me, gave me the biggest smile on the the steps to Atlas, and then he left. His hair went white as he twirled the cane and then he left, forever. Oz came out, and he left nothing to the imagination. “Limited magic” my butt. He obliterated grimm and made a barrier aroma Atlas while everyone else cleared Mantle long enough for the world to send reinforcements. Salem didn’t get the relic, but she got the maiden and thousands of casualties. Oscar being one of them. Also, Whitley....he was in critical condition for a very long time.

Weiss:What do you mean...critical condition?

Ruby:Everything happened so fast Weiss. Panic was high, buildings fell....a piece on him. I wasn’t there but when I eventually found you, you were nearly hysterical and banged up. By some miracle he lived even though we could not reach him and he did not get aid for awhile. We thought him dead. It was only after everything we learned somebody got him. Being rich never paid off more than with medical bills. Thanks to youth and medicine he can still walk, but he can only do so much before being tired. He also left Atlas. The cold hurts.

Weiss:So, I run the company because he can’t?

Ruby:I wouldn’t put it that way, but it was one of dozens of reasons that made that goal stronger for you. Relax though, both of you get plenty of time to be witty siblings like I told you earlier.

Weiss:I know. It’s just, I guess it’s hard imagining Whitley hurt like that. I don’t think I could handle it.

Ruby:You definitely teetered in the moment. Knowing that happened though probably gave you anger and grit to fight the entire battle. You were a beast. Scarier than Winter. Anyways, that hollow victory was a real wake up call for the world. They didn’t know about Salem and we never told society in earnest. Cinder and other conspirators were enough to make Remnant work together to boost defense. Relief went to places that needed it and I, became the face of hope. Haven, Argus, Atlas, even people from Vale got to chattering of a particular group of people who always seemed to answer the call for help. Then the towns in between chattered. Yours truly had been carving a name in the history books and was only gain popularity the moment I stepped into Vacou, alone.

Blake:Alone!?

Weiss:What!?

Yang:Where were we!!!!!?

Ruby looked at surprised faces around the table, smiling tenderly. She looked down her dress and pulled out the cross she wore around her neck. Her thumb traced its edges as her mind began wandering down an old path paved with emotions raw to the core.

Ruby:I’ve always felt different. Not just because of my eyes but that there was just...a certain spark that never stopped going off for as long as I remember. There are plenty of people who can’t bare to watch others suffer, but there are fewer people I believe that truly feel the agony of other people’s pain. Beacon, Haven, Atlas, Argus; there was no place I went that I didn’t see the faces of others lamenting, and I didn’t make me want to grieve. Atlas took so much out of all of you and I just felt so....driven to stop that ache. For everyone’s sake, but mine as well. I wanted the world to finally get to the happy ending. Enough trauma had be sowed for a hundred lifetimes, so I went on ahead of everyone. I never doubted you all would follow but I wanted to get ahead of the curve and take on as much of the suffering I could do others wouldn’t. If the world wouldn’t give me a miracle than I’d be it myself for everyone else.

Yang:That’s suicidal! Salem wanted you specifically!

Ruby:It’s not like I went marching up to her door and said “1v1 bitch, I’m here” no, I just chose to move forward quicker than what we were all doing. Believe me, all of you were upset when you caught up, after I had already saved Vacou. *smiles* I really like that place. I told the people it was the next target and all they did was double down on pushing back. I managed to pin down the Summer maiden before the villains and thanks with the city on alert, there wasn’t a shift in the sand that didn’t go unnoticed. I got the jump on Mercury and Emerald, personally paying them back. Can’t say I didn’t enjoy it. It didn’t take long before they realized how screwed they were with them being outed like this and Cinder having the nerve to retreat before hand. Both of them threw in the total, outing the plan against Vacou. A wipeout of a win. Not to mention they told me the location Salem’s little hiding hole.

Weiss:We missed all of that?

Ruby:That’s what happens when I leave in the dead of night and running on adrenaline. Like I said before, people were tired. As much as all of you wanted to hoof it, other’s were relying on you. Atlas almost dropped for gods sake. Eventually when you all caught up it was at a good time. Soloing was rewarding but difficult. Fortunately Sun, Neptune, Ilia, and a few other familiar faces were close by if I needed an extra set of hands. My little stunt earned the anger of everyone for awhile.

WBY:Yeah no shit...the leader left.

Ruby:Yang was the most upset, followed by Uncle Qrow, and you Weiss. I was ready for the blowback. Jaune and Nora saw me though and bursted into tears. Hehe, wasn’t ready for that. Felt terrible and cried back. To prevent that stunt again, my Yang convinced Raven to link me. A couple days of apologizing and rest smoothed things over. It also gave time for just a few close friends and colleagues to get together for an assault on Salem’s castle. A few were apprehensive about it at first but at the end of the day I was going. That attitude was infectious apparently. You guys, actually everybody, they started getting this hunger to end it all. Maybe it was the high of victory? Regardless, it sent me racing to the end with those that I loved most.

Yang:You’re a real “my way or the highway” kind of Ruby. I don’t get how that explains what made you so...elite.

Ruby:I’m not sure what to say. A fight needed to to fought so I fought it. A cry for help was heard so I ran to it. A grimm needed slaying so I slayed it. People needed me to win so I didn’t dare think of losing. Dying was never option, even when it stared me right into my eyes. I had things I wanted to do and people I wanted see for years to come. I guess...I am strong because of the fact I want things my way. A moment I’m not giving it 110% is a moment wasted. After all, a huntress is all I ever wanted to be.

A single dream she wanted since birth. The never ending desire to be the hero in stories told to her many nights ago. That’s all it ever was. That’s all it’s ever been. Even in meadow of beautiful red roses, one would be the rose that captured the eyes of many, that bloomed stronger than the rest. As simple as it was, that had to be the answer here. Weiss, Yang, and Blake were in front of that flower. The Ruby Rose that simply bloomed stronger than the rest. The one that clung to her dream as if letting go meant dying itself. The devotion was inspiring, yet also overwhelming. If this was Ruby they had lead them that day in the Emerald Forest, could they have kept up? Could she be the leader they followed? No, they couldn’t have. Something deep down inside them gave them that answer. No matter how she looked and how much she loved, this Ruby Rose was cut from a cloth they simply weren’t off. The same as others, but oh so different.

Weiss:You’re....kinda a monster, you know that right?

Yang:Seriously, I’m so...floored. It’s intimidating.

Blake:Not to mention humbling. I used to think I gave it all I had. Now I’m not so sure.

Ruby:Oh don’t be like that you three! You’re all living proof there was more than way to go about life, this war! Everything you gave was enough because you’re done with it! Nobody failed. Besides, I...am far from ideal. The assault was challenging. Getting around hoards of grimm and making it to Salem was hell made real. Neo tried taking another shot at me but Yang held her off with help. Everyone pushed the obstacles in front of me out of the way as I went to Salem herself. Cinder had been abandoned by her and stripped of a lot of her powers. Angry and desperate, she tried killing me again as a way to prove worth. I beat her. However, I let her walk away.

Yang:What!? Why would-

Ruby:Naive, I was...naive okay? She was all spent and though I hated her, I just couldn’t. Not when I looked into her eyes and saw that same hunger I had to claw and scream at my dream until it was in my hands die inside her. We both knew from this point on there was absolutely nothing she could do where this ends her way. All she worked for turned burned to ash. So I gave her the choice to not burn up with it. Cinder swallow her pride and then fled. A part of me couldn’t help but rationalize killing her didn’t solve or justify any of my beliefs or desires. It would’ve done it because I hated her like she hated me. That was the dumb logic of a seventeen year old who never quite learned to take things slow.

Blake:....I don’t think it’s dumb. Naive for sure, but maybe that’s good? Even my Ruby, she never wanted to act on hate. She didn’t. Salem lives.

Weiss:Mine sent her soul to be at piece instead of passing a cruel judgment.

Yang:As a person who’s seen what you looked like with nothing but vengeance inside, I can say it doesn’t fit you. Before that day you had a warmth inside you to even foes that were somewhat admirable. You chose to leave Cinder’s fate up to those who had that hate and Salem was undone by her own doing at the very end. That’s what really makes you special Ruby. That’s why you’re called an honest soul. Good will is your nature.

Ruby:....Hmm, you sure know how to butter me up. *scratches head* I guess that part of me is uni-I mean multiversal. Strangely, that makes me feel better, to a degree.

Weiss:Do we even have to ask what happened to Salem at this point? I doubt the story ends with you loosing and having to retreat.

Ruby:Who’s to say it doesn’t? I could’ve been beaten to death before the gods themselves descended down to revive me with awesome power.

Yang:....Did you?

Ruby:Wh-No! Haha, I made her an immortal statue.

Blake:I-It was that easy?

Ruby:Well I wouldn’t call rushing into hell’s castle easy, or Salem. I lit her up at least a dozen times. My head pounded from each use, I was tossed around a bunch, magic is annoying, and not to mention running out of ammo. I left nothing to the imagination in that fight. If it were easy then I wouldn’t be rooting my horn and my age doing it. I was so tired I blacked out afterwards. I woke days later with a sore body and the title of “Remnant’s Savior.” Apparently beating Salem had weakened the grimm everywhere and all of you made sure who was to be thanked for it. That’s the tale of how I saved the world with my friends. Love, trust, elbow grease, and a lot of bullets. Before the final battle, Ozpin had struck a deal with everyone involved. In return for saving the world, he’d cut ties with us.

Yang:Seriously? What brought that about!?

Ruby:Good or not, he lied and was a schemer. Sure I was gonna try to save the world regardless of his interference but there wasn’t a person alive that didn’t to finally take a step towards the future after all this. All of us finally had time chase dreams and help the world the way we wanted to before all of this. Blake begin mending hate, Weiss took back her company, if Yang wasn’t with Blake then she was seeking more answers to Raven on wild adventures.

Yang:You mean Raven still left after all that!?

Ruby:In her defense, both of you made everything fucking awkward when she was around. It’s like you both wanted to talk about something but knew any subject was a land mine so you all you ever did was...stare, like weirdos. Glad that’s in the past. She just lives with dad now and you two now to hold a conversation. I dare not ask for more. I’d be a granny by the time I did.

Yang:Sigh...I don’t know what I expected. Shit it the fan several times and children were born before mom and I found solidarity and understanding. What did you do afterwards? Your goal was already met.

Ruby:Like hell it was! I started busting my butt traveling around the world, visiting every place to help in anyways I could. Ren and Nora tagged along for awhile before going off to make an orphanage in Anima near Ren’s old village. That left Jaune and I to do our hero thing.

Yang:As well as other things....

Ruby:Hey, what can I say? We were young and going up in the world. By the time I was nineteen, I was now a married to my partner and best friend.

Weiss:Uhhhh-

Ruby:He’s my partner on RNJR and you’re my BFF, gosh did I really need to explain that hehe?

Weiss:I just had to make sure. Crazier twists could happen.

Blake:Wow you married young. Not that there’s a problem but I’m surprised. Then again you also dated earlier than my Ruby. Hehe, weapons were on her brain for a long time.

Weiss:No kidding. When I learned about you crushing on my brother I was shocked to find out you liked anybody in general. Especially a person who isn’t a weapon nut in the slightest.

Ruby:*shrugs* All you’re telling me is I’m clearly the most impatient or impulsive Ruby you all know. Don’t know how that happened. Maybe I was dropped as a baby or had one too many coffees growing up?

Weiss:I’m willing to bet it’s both.

Ruby:Ruuuuude. So yeah, that’s...the story of how I saved the world and married Jaune. We even built a home just outside Vacou, overlooking the kingdom and neighboring town in the distance where Maria grew up. Yeah, that’s me....more or less. All the triumphant parts anyways. Anything later on is......

.......

Blake:R...Ruby? You okay?

Ruby:Nope, not really. *clenches cross*

Yang:......You know, I never really got religion, especially after learning the truth. It just seemed completely hollow when you learn of the real gods, ya know? However, I changed my tune a bit after being a parent and then some more when uncle Qrow died. It was never really about the truth behind if those other gods were real-

Ruby:It’s the piece of mind in believing in a better place for loved ones and having people watch over you. It’s truly based on blind faith in every sense but that’s okay as long as it gives peace of mind, to stay strong. Yeah....that’s why I wear this.

Yang:If that’s the “why” then I guess the unavoidable question is what happened?

The reaper leaned back in his chair, letting out a long sigh. Ruby brushed her hair out of her face while her face went pale. Then, Ruby’s eyes, her teammates watched a pair of stunning silver eyes dim, becoming akin to a clouded mirror.

Ruby:Being a huntress was all I wanted. The plan of having a family and settling down never appealed to me much. I feel, I felt like being in the field was where I was meant to be. It’s where I was most myself in a way. So the day I learned that I was pregnant was more than a little upsetting and terrifying, until dad and time itself filled me with the most genuine joy I may have ever experienced. Dustin Arc Rose, my first born son. He opened a door to a world and life I never knew I wanted to be apart of. Then...that door was shut minutes after, when Cinder and Neo stole him right from my arms. I couldn’t do a single thing about it other than blackout. That single act of good will I showed, it did nothing but kill me inside. The same way I did to her.

WB:.....

Yang:Ru-Ruby....your eyes.

Ruby:Hmm? Are they clouded? Funny, I would’ve thought your Ruby would’ve had a similar change. Maybe that’s a world exclusive thing, or a testament to the will you Ruby has to endure. Clouded eyes on a silver eyed warrior means the person has lost the desire or rather the mindset of persevering life. Be it their own life or wanting to end another’s life out of resentment, strife. My entire world fell apart when I woke up and learned nobody was able to retrieve Dustin. I was in pieces, Jaune was broken, nobody was the same. There wasn’t a soul we didn’t know that hadn’t tried to find a lead, but we never did. He was just...gone; and I couldn’t cope at all.

Weiss:I don’t think any mother could. Ruby, I’m so sorry that happened to you.

Ruby:I’m sorry too. I lashed out in anger, and shut people out. My eyes clouded and I dove into my work for a little over a year doing nothing but searching aimlessly as I took and every job back to back. The more time went by meant the more people eventually had to go back to their own, and it drove me up a wall inside. No one could reach me. I didn’t want anybody to. Not even Jaune. I....*teary eyed* I left him alone in house. There was no part of me that could even attempt to understand his pain because I was drowning in mine. I was told he tried his best to catch them at the hospital. I never hated him for not succeeding but I...he... I just, I can’t. I don’t know what I thought. All o knew was I didn’t even want him to touch me. How cruel is that? *hugging herself* I made him drown in despair in the same way I was. I wasn’t home so often that I never realized he eventually left it abandoned to live with dad. Yang and Blake I didn’t even show up to your wedding. Jaune did that much. Hell, Raven attended. Ruby Rose as a person didn’t exist any more. I was only a wandering huntress looking for answers or the challenge that might’ve ended me.

Blake:What changed?

Ruby:Oz, he did what nobody else dared to do. He fought me. I don’t think he thought twice about it. He was prepared to accept all the anger I kept inside until I eventually broke down into tears like I’m trying not to do right now. Thinking about that time is still, extremely difficult. Oz let me lament, encouraging me afterwards to finally except the fact Dustin was gone and that I needed to process it properly. First I went to you Yang, in order to have a my big sis to lean on. Can you guess how that went?

Yang:With me holding you tighter than I ever had before.

Ruby:*smiles gently* I don’t deserve you. You and Blake then came to patch with me where everyone else waited for me and helped me face Jaune. That may have been the hardest thing I’ve done. Grieving or not, the fact that I left him in such a state. I know what that does to people firsthand and yet I left. For the first time in over a year we embraced and finally grieved together. The next two years were spent trying to heal and cope. During my time away the world had fully acknowledged me. I even got a proper nickname, but it all felt hollow. Imagine that, achieving your dream but not caring? If that’s not salt in a wound then I don’t know what is.

Weiss:What’s your title?

Ruby:I am the person people want to see when evil comes to cut their story short. I am a symbol that their tale still has more to tell. Remnant has named me The Storyteller. Curtsey of Maria, who spread the name around. Healing was slow and most nights I felt a pain in my heart, but then everything changed. One moment made me dare to try again to open that shut door in my life. *looks at Yang* I held your son in my arms. Sweet little Kovu.

Blake:*smiles* Kovu? Now I wonder who named him?

Yang:*red* Huh...how about that? Hehehe, wish I could meet him. I know he isn’t technically mine but I can’t help but feel all warm now. Also I can’t believe I named him that!

Weiss:I can. Veronica’s middle name is Nala.

Yang:Okay, maybe not marrying Blake was a win? Clearly I can’t be trusted to not name my children after other cats.

Blake:The wrong kind of cat too. I’m a panther faunus, not a lion. Even if they’re blonde that’s still false advertising of what they are.

Ruby:Well Yang was the one giving birth so you lost a majority of the option to complain.

Blake:That is fair.

Weiss:You gave birth to Vee, so I think that solves who picked her first name.

Ruby rested her head in her propped up hands that rested on the table. She felt exhausted reliving that chapter of her life mentally. Still she managed to smile, then smile bigger. Her eyes unclouded and a warm feeling filling her again. What Ruby said earlier about what made her different may have reign true, but her friends could since that there was now more to it. Ruby had spiraled into an unimaginable tragedy, yet was able to bounce back thanks to loved ones. To smile as she does, it was truly a strong sight to see. Even if she wasn’t fully aware of that.

Ruby:Carmine Arc Rose, my second born and the first child to call me mommy. Followed many years later by itty bitty Garnet. He’s my little man, five years old while is big sis is seventeen now.

Yang:Damn! That’s a gap. Oh, also congratulations. Almost forgot that part. I’m glad you got to be the super awesome mom that-

Ruby:I am easily C-teir.

Yang:Oh come on! What!?

Ruby:Listen, I know I got on you all for calling yourselves bad parents, but I will hear no debate about me understand!? I flop a lot of times.

Weiss:That doesn’t make you a C-teir. That makes you a new mom, silly.

Ruby:*grumbling* I agree to disagree but thank you. It’s just a lot okay. Too much to dive into honestly.

Blake:Summarize. Give us an abbreviated version.

Ruby:Ummm so Carmine is real special kid. The absolute love I have for her is unbreakable but gods damnit if she isn’t the most... “me” I could be! In a way similar yet different from myself, Carmine has always had this sense of urgency in her and a love for the world around her. She recognizes that it’s a fragile piece we have and just how hard I’ve worked with everyone to make it. I could tell that from her when she was five. I’d sound crazy, but the fact she used her eyes at the age proves I’m not.

Yang:She has silver eyes!? Why didn’t you bring that up?

Ruby:I thought that was obvious. All of my kids were born with then. Unlike her baby brother though, Carmine was a weird little kid. She didn’t socialize well. Still doesn’t, she’s kinda comes off rude and cold because of her bluntness. She doesn’t really express all her feelings or understand others fully. One might call her a little cold but the passion she had to protect life itself is a testament to how much she cares. Carmine is also a genius fighter. To put in perspective, people use the same nickname for her that they used for Pyrrha.

WBY:Oh....

Ruby:Yeah! It’s not hyperbolic to say ever since Carmine is far beyond any skill I was at her age since she turned thirteen. You called me a monster earlier but no, I merely gave birth to a beast. I mean she could pass the huntsman exam at fifteen if I didn’t make her wait. I can’t call her arrogant, she talks with confidence because she has that right by all means. Still, besides her face, that’s where the similarities start separating; besides terrible grades in general stuff. We’ve never been in step completely. To put simply in her own words, “What I am is a hero, while she is a huntress.” That good will and mercy I try to give everyone isn’t how she rolls. It drives a real wedge that has resulted in us not going on missions together.

Blake:Is she...killing?

Ruby:She has before, and it had valid reasons entirely, but I also know for a fact she is more than capable of bringing down people without taking that step. Not all cases are that intense thank goodness. Her overall aggressiveness is the root of the problem. You don’t have to put you back into it when handling thugs. They aren’t Hazel.

Yang:Ooo okay, yeah I’m seeing what you mean now. It’s like that one comic you always read!

Ruby:Sigh...yeah she channels a bit of Batman energy and I need her to not do that all the time. I suppose being an honest soul isn’t particularly hereditary. It always feels like we aren’t enjoying each other’s company these days. I can’t blame her though. So....you know how all of you have had one serious problem that has both destabilized yourself as well as the kids and their relationship to you? *clouded eyes*

Weiss:Wait...you loosing a child wasn’t that?

Ruby:Oh it was. It just so happened that it never ended. It grew day by day. Night by night. Jaune and I were cautious with Carmine. Going as far to give her contacts and giving birth to her off the record and not at a hospital. Just in case Cinder came back. Well, Cinder and Neo came back, with my Dustin.

Nobody said anything. What do you even say to that!? All they did was let out a stifled breath and tried to gauge Ruby’s look of guilt.

Ruby:Yet again we had gotten too comfortable. It happened when Carmine was thirteen. I don’t think Garnet was even one yet. That’s when the cruelest realization hit me. My son had been alive and hearing about how his so called mother being a person who saves everyone, yet she never came for him. She had moved on, letting his eyes become clouded with such seething hate for the world she did save; the children she had after. It’s been four years since the day he attacked Carmine and helped grimm try to invade Vacou. To this day it’s been a life of staying on gaurd, searching for them as they popped up countless places to tear Remna- to tear me down and I can’t decide what part hurts the most. The amount of anger that prevents me from killing Cinder in a blink of an eye, or looking at my daughter who has told me herself that she is going to kill her older brother because I’m too weak to do so. That I’m in no way as good as the world believes me to be. *puts hood up* Like I said, C-teir mom, at best.

Blake:That’s- you can’t- there’s no way for you to reach him? Maybe if you-

Ruby:He looks at me the same way Neo and Cinder do, Blake. They raised him to hate me. Besides, he hurt Carmine. She’s just not gonna let that slide and frankly I shouldn’t either. Carmine acts tough and for the most part is, but gets terrified like everyone else. In many ways she’s still just a young girl that I wish had never chosen to become a huntress. If I had it my way she’d just be a normal girl with normal knees; but her mother’s weakness and inexperience wrapped her up in yet another war. It’s ironic. I barely remember mom and yet I ended up putting my family in very similar situation as if she lead instruction. Happy endings, I’m not sure if I get-

Yang:You’re better than mom....

Ruby:......

Yang:Yeah I said. Look I love Summer Rose but at the end of the day she wasn’t around, not that she didn’t want to be, but it’s the truth. Several years of pleasant childhood memories and a lifetime of grief is what she left me, and all you got were tales you should’ve experienced first hand. Ruby you have spent seventeen years loving your daughter unconditionally and being there for her no matter if it’s for better or worse. Yeah you might not being doing it perfectly and I have no idea how to even fathom your predicament, but at least you are there trying. Take it from me, that’s all a daughter ever wants from their mother. It’s also what makes a pretty kick ass dad. *smiles* Chin up, hero. Your story isn’t over yet after all.

Silence filled the air and Ruby’s throat ran dry. Ruby pulled out her scroll to go to her pictures and displayed one of her favorite photos for everyone to see. It was Carmine’s fifteenth birthday. Ruby didn’t lie about the resemblance. the girl had short blonde hair that stopped halfway down her neck in the back and was longer in the front, reaching shoulders. Like her mother, the tips of her hair transitioned to red. The beautiful young woman tried to her hide her smile but her gleeful silver eyes were practically twinkling with joy as Ruby hugged her tightly from behind and a tall, more solid version of Jaune was smushing one of Carmine’s cheeks with an overly dramatic kiss to it. A tiny child no older than three at most was in his big sister’s arms. Garnet had his mother’s hair and eyes but something about the chubby face definitely showed Jaune’s features. The child had red frosting on his face and was reaching eagerly for more cake somewhere out of frame.

Yang noticed the girl took page from her father and wore some regular cargo shorts, but clearly didn’t lack flair by wearing a red crop top that showed off a fresh tattoo of the Arc crest on her toroso. Knowing her sister, that tattoo was most likely practical. The family looked happy, proud; and the mother of it currently sat across the table crying with her head face down in her hands cwhile Weiss and Blake hugged her from each side. Roses may have thorns, anyone who knew roses knew a simple truth. They’re still fragile flowers.

Yang:(Carmine Arc Rose. For you and your mother’s sake, I hope things go well)

xxxx

Though Carmine seemed cold by nature, people were quick learn the opposite. The most recent learner of this was a scared little girl that held on for dear life. It was nighttime, nothing but the sound of pouring rain and the distant glow of red and the warmth of Carmine holding the girl against her body while she sprinted through a mud ridden forest. The little payed no attention to the pain in her side, but the glow of roses, eyes, and flames through her tear filled eyes.

Beowulves chased frantically but then severed immediately by something the girl couldn’t understand, but it looked like the person carrying her. The dead beasts brought no comfort. Not when more followed close behind.

Girl:I-I’m sc...scared!

Carmine:Don’t look at them sweetie, it’ll be fine. Just keep being a brave little girl.

Girl:M...Mommy was back there.

Carmine:.....I know, she’ll be just fine. Your village, there are plenty of people there that will be just fine! Huff..... You got a name?

Mary:Mary.....

Carmine:Oh that’s a beautiful name, Mary. You know I was almost a Mary? Yeah my grandma was a really amazing person and I almost got named something similar to her. Mary is a very strong name!

Mary:You’re a liar! I’m sad, not strong. I want my mommy! Everything his dark and hurts and I want her!

The girl began painfully crying as Carmine followed her trail of roses to avoid getting lost. Things were getting worse. The storm raged and she could feel this girl burning in her arms. Not to mention the unsettling warmth the mixed with the cold rain against her body and dripped to puddles below. Any grimm near by could only be dealt with by many copies of her nearby, but that would only go so far when fear was out full force. Carmine’s boots felt like cement, but she still ran.

Carmine:Mary, you know what do when I miss my mommy? I sing! Yeah, my mom sings the best lullabies that made me feel super strong when I was little! It’s a magic song that makes everyone strong. How about I sing it you and they can sing it your mommy later okay!? But you have to close your eyes to really focus on the words!

Mary:*sniffling* Okay....

Baby deathstalkers swarmed the path made ahead as small Nevermores dove at her. Out of options, Carmine broke from the path, trying to rely on memory to go towards the safe zone while also singing lyrics to her favorite song.

Dream of anything; I'll make it all come true.

Everything you need is all I'll have for you~

Carmine never wavered. No matter how badly her lungs her or nearly slipped, she kept singing all the way to her destination where several other clones were seen racing towards with more civilians to injured or young to go themselves. An orphanage where Nora and Ren stood outside rushing people in while Jaune was keeping the grimm at bay. The sight brought a little ease.

Don't worry, I've got you; nothing will ever harm you.

I'm close by, I'll stay here; through all things, I will be near~

Carmine finally reached Nora and passed off the girl who’s grip weakened overtime. A few lyrics in and Carmine knew she was singing mainly for herself.

Carmine:Get her medical attention! I’m gonna go and find more! There’s still-

Jaune:Wait, it’s too dangerous!

Carmine:I know! That’s why I have to go! That fire is spreading and there’s stragglers pinned down! Dad.....I’m pinned down!

Jaune tensed up and looked at Carmine. No scraps on her and her clothes only soiled by others. It didn’t take long to realize. The man resisted the urge to run out to the ruined town and stood firmly.

Jaune:Carmine...end it. We’ll worry about the consequences later.

Carmine:....Okay.

Across the woods amongst the flames the real Carmine stood bleeding and bruised in front of two Beringel that charged over the vanishing corpses of their fallen with more grimm, her sword stabbed into the ground supporting her weight. Behind all living people that remained finally managed to flee. All except for a woman trapped by house debris. The woman watched this young huntsman stand proudly again. She wasn’t sure what happened next. All she heard was one sentence.

“Close your eyes...” before everything went white. Next thing she knew, Carmine was lifting debris off her as rain and wind washed away any evidence. A relief she didn’t care about in the slightest. She neither had the strength, or the time too. Much like Carmine, who began to pant and teeter. It was clear to the woman that whatever just happened didn’t come without cost as she watched the girl fall to her knees. Though she tried moving, Carmine was spent.

Carmine:Don’t worry...we’re safe....let’s-

Woman:Go...

Carmine:Huh?

Woman:I...my legs. Everything...I can’t move. Just go. I d-don’t think I’d las-

Carmine:Don’t talk like that! The hard parts over! I can-

Woman:Barely walk. *smiles* It’s okay. I don’t blame you. You fought hard.

Carmine:.....I...I’m sorry. *teary eyed*

Woman:Say, I know that face anywhere. Your Lady Rose’s kid. Funny, I thought your eyes were red? My daughter, Mary, she loves your mother. Makes me kinda jealous hehe, but hey I love her too. *crying* Do you know if Mary made it? She was wearing-

Carmine:A black dress, pink ribbons in her hair...

Woman:Yes! Is she safe? I saw you- one of you carry her off.

Carmine:...She’s just fine.

Woman:Good. That’s all....that.....

The woman never finished her sentence. Carmine’s body fell limp on the ground, facing the rain. Even with the cold downpour she could feel the warmth of her own tears, containing her emotions best she could as she looked through her clones eyes to watch Nora take Mary away from the survivors and out of sight to not stir further panic.

Carmine wasn’t sure how long she layed there, but it was long enough for Jaune to find her. The man didn’t say a word. The town was in shambles. Grimm were still fading and his daughter looked tired, but not in serious condition. Unlike the those who didn’t make it. Jaune put Carmine in his arms, carrying her away to safety.

Carmine:......Does mom ever save them all?

Jaune:No, but that never stops her from trying; or mourning.

She clenched her father’s shirt and let herself be fragile, to be a Rose.

Carmine:Next time. Mom and I, we’ll both get it right next time. A happy ending for all!

Jaune:Yeah, I know you will. Together....

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Happy Birthday

Regulus x Hufflepuff!Reader

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff

Y/F/F = Your Favorite Flower

Note* First Fanfiction ever, I love all feedback, but be kind please!

Second note** This is for my friend. Happy birthday, Idiot!

You swung your feet and stared over the lake, your Hogwarts letter in hand. You still had a month until it was time to go back, but you couldn’t help the smile that the letters with your supplies always brought to your face. You couldn’t afford any of your supplies… ever… but that wasn’t the point of the matter. The point was that it made it official that you would be going back. Back to the castle. Back to the Quidditch pitch. Back to the classes…. Back to him.

Him…

Regulus Black. The youngest son of the Black family. The one with cool grey eyes and short black hair. The one who always looked presentable, smelled of bread( for some reason), and expensive furniture (Which he somehow made work). The one who took a socially awkward, very inappropriate, and overly tall Huffelpuff  under his wing and befriended you. 

Him.

You sighed to yourself, a bit disappointed that you had to wait over a month to see him. One month and  five days to be exact. But still, you would be seeing him. 

“Hoot Hoot!” You looked up and saw a sleek brown owl swooping from the sky, landing on the bench beside you. 

Speak of the devil, you thought to yourself. You scratched Oliver on his head and untied the note on his leg. 

Dearest Y/N,

You rolled your eyes, not attempting to hide the blush that tinted your face. You were his dearest… hehe….

 I hope you have had a good summer, but not good enough that you wouldn’t want to come back to Hogwarts to see my marvelous face. I just got my letter a few days ago and couldn’t help but think of you as soon as I had it in my hands. 

Your blush became even deeper. 

He continued on for a few lines until the letter ended with sincerely, R. A. B. in his marvelous signature. Then it had a P.S. but nothing else after it. 

You stared at the blank paper under the “P.S.”. Odd. Why wasn’t there-

“P.S. Happy Birthday.” You looked up and a huge smile broke out on your face. 

There stood the one and only Regulus Black. A kind smirk displayed on his face, his hair fashionably messy and his blotches pressed to perfection, fitting him like they belonged on him and only him. 

You ran to the, slightly taller, boy and attached yourself to his waist. 

“Oof!” He chuckled and wrapped his hands around your waist as well.

You breathed him in (not in a creepy way.) and your blush deepened even more. Did I happen to forget that you may have fallen for the Slytherin? Oops. 

Five years surrounded by this ethereal being can do that to a girl! You couldn’t help it! Lay off!

You looked up at him and saw him already looking down at you, a coy smirk on his face. He touched your chin with his fingers. 

“Is this blush for me? I’m flattered, Love.” Your blush deepened and you buried your face in his neck again. You used to be taller than him… thank God he grew over the few months you had been out of school!

“Shuddup,” you mumbled. You felt him smile. 

“Do you want your present now, or are you going to keep me immobile forever?”  You backed up a little bit and stared at his stormy eyes. 

“I guess I’ll let you give me my present,” you sighed. He smiled and handed you the flowers that were in his hand. You hadn’t even noticed the Y/F/F he had been holding. You took them and inhaled their scent. They smelt beautiful. Not as good as him, but they would suffice

He then pulled out a small box from his pocket and handed over the black and yellow package. You smiled at it. They were your colors. You knew how much he loved his, so for him to wrap something in yours meant a lot to you. 

You tore open the box, making him chuckle again. He stayed standing in front of you where you sat on the bench. It was a bit odd… but you didn’t really notice. You also didn’t notice him shifting awkwardly from foot to foot, or the way he was nervously picking at his fingernails. 

When you opened the box your eyes actually bugged out of your head. It was a silver chain with a silver and green snake pendant wrapped around a line of yellow and black gems. It was both your houses in one.

“Reg… wow. This is,” you looked up and saw him standing there, nearly blue from holding his breath. He may have been the most confident man you knew, but when he was nervous… he was the definition of it. 

You stood and walked up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You felt him relax a bit. 

“Thank you so much. I love it.” 

You felt the boy smiled into your hair, which made you smile even more. 

“Help me put it on?” you asked. He nodded and you turned. He put the necklace over your head and attached it before pulling your hair out of the chain. You went to turn around, but his hands landed on your shoulders, preventing you from turning. “Reg?”

“Not yet. I have to ask you something, but I don’t want you facing me when I do it.”

“O-ok?” You said, getting a bit nervous. 

“Y/N, I-I will completely understand if you don’t want to but… but I have known you since 1st year, it seems longer though, if I’m being honest. I mean honestly-”

“Reg. You're rambling again,” you chuckled, but your nerves didn’t settle. You felt him swallow.

“Right. Sorry. Anyhow. Y/N, Would-would you like to… um… would you like to go eat food?” You turned around, forcing yourself against his hands. You looked up at him and smiled brightly. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pecked his nose with your lips, loving the tint of pink that dusted his face. 

“Reg, I would love to go eat food. As long as it's with you and only you.” He smiled and pulled you in by your hips, his confidence returning. 

“I knew you’d love to. Who wouldn’t?” You laughed and pecked his nose again, the light pink becoming rosy. You smiled. 

“Ya know,” you wiggled out of his grasp and started to walk away. “Pink’s a good color for you!” You called over your shoulder. 

This was most certainty your best birthday ever.

[bunnyywritings]

a birthday wish

tenya iida x gn!reader

[a/n: so I got home later than I thought I would and it was a bit of a rough day but here’s a little something for class rep on his birthday, hehe I’m a complete mess when it comes to this boy right here🥺...like I don’t understand how he’s not everyone’s favorite but I guess not everyone has taste ✨✨ anyways, I gave reader wings as their quirk, enjoy! -yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´- ]

Work studies were going great so far. You were doing yours under Keigo Takami aka Hawks. He helped you with training that focused on strengthening your wings and using them in combat.

You flinched as the earpiece crackled to life, “That’s enough for now (y/n), let’s go on patrol.” You made your way down to where he was standing on the rooftop, a groan leaving your lips once your wings ceased their flapping. This caused Hawks to chuckle, “Tired?”

“No.” You scoffed at his teasing. “Not at all.” That was a big fat lie, your wings were sore. Every time you took a step, it jostled them painfully. However, you pushed the pain to the back of your mind and went on the patrol as scheduled.

Back at the dorms, everyone was gathered in the common room, trying to relax after a day full of classes and pop quizzes. Denki was flipping through the channels when a familiar face made him stop and turn up the volume.

“Woah! Guys check it out! It’s (y/n)!” The call of your name caught Iida’s attention, he grabbed his mug and made his way towards the couches. A smile on his face as he saw you on the tv, your dazzling grin on display for everyone to see as you were on patrol. He felt his heart beat a little faster at the sight of you. He was a bit somber at the fact that you wouldn’t be there for his birthday.

He’d want nothing more than to be able to cuddle you to his hearts content and sleep with you in his arms, sure it was against to rules but when it came to you, there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you. Plus, the thought of waking up to you in his arms on his birthday was probably one of the best gifts he could receive. Especially after not seeing you for a whole week. He fished his phone from his pocket and took a quick picture of your guys’ classmates gushing over you.

To: my darling angel ♡

‘You look absolutely dazzling on the big screen darling and it seems that everyone thinks so too.’

You ignored the buzz in your pocket, you knew it was a text but taking your phone out on a patrol wouldn’t really be the smartest idea, so you continued on. Stopping for photos and autographs before you were back in the agency office and having lunch.

“So? Did you consider my offer?” Hawks asked as he popped a nugget in his mouth.

“Well I did, and after speaking about it with a-uh a friend...” Keigo definitely caught onto the blush that made its way to your cheeks. “and once I graduate, I’d love to sign with your agency.” A triumphant grin split his lips.

“That’s great!” His grin turned into a mischievous smirk. “And who’s this friend of yours?” He wiggled his eyebrows as your cheeks turned a bright red.

“He uhm, his name is T-Tenya Iida.” You avoided his gaze.

“Tenya? Wait- he’s Ingenium’s brother?” You nodded sheepishly. “Is he your boyfriend?~”

A laugh rumbled in his chest as he saw your wings ruffle and puff up. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Then you remembered that he had texted you a while ago so you grabbed your phone and unlocked it, heart fluttering so loud you could hear it in your ears.

“Uh hey lovebird...” his call broke you out of your trance, that’s when you realized that the fluttering you heard wasn’t your heart seeing as you were a few feet above your chair. Embarassed, you fluttered back down until your butt was back in the chair.

“S-Sorry...”

You finished your lunch and helped with some paperwork since it was a rather uneventful day. You were exhausted but being in the city for an entire week was an amazing experience.

“Hey uh how would you like to get home early?” His offer made your eyes widen.

“Wait...really?”

He shrugged, “Yeah, of course. You can just finish your work study next week. I’ll email Aizawa the paperwork in the morning. You should get back to that boyfriend of yours. It’s his birthday today.” You were even more shocked, how did he-?

“Am I right? You said something about some boy’s birthday earlier this week.”

“I-well yeah, you’re right.”

So you showered in the locker room as he readied the paper work and he accompanied you to the station.

“Well, little one...it’s time to go back to your dorm life.” He chuckled sadly, ruffling your hair.

You dropped your duffle bag on the ground and wrapped your arms around the blonde “Thank you Takami...I really appreciate it.” He smiled and wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

“Don’t get all sappy on me kid and plus...two years goes by like nothing.” He gave you a little squeeze before pulling away. “You’ll probably be way more powerful than me by then anyways.”

After a tearful goodbye at the train terminal, you boarded on the 3 hour ride back to Musutafu.

You leaned back in your seat and tried to catch a small nap. You were shaken awake by another passenger, she gently called out to you until your eyes were open and she kindly let you know that you were at your stop.

Slightly embarrassed, you thanked her profusely before climbing out and making your way out of the car. You pulled out your phone and called a few of your classmates to try and keep your arrival a surprise. Midoriya and Shoto had convinced Iida to go on a run with them. And Sato had gotten started on baking a cake. They had known it was Iida’s birthday but he had made it very clear that he didn’t want anything too wild but that wasn’t gonna fly with you.

Once you arrived, everyone greeted you excitedly but kept the questions down as they helped you set up and whatnot.

When the boys had sent you a text that they were a few minutes away, you went and hid.

“You guys? What is this? I thought I said not to waste time on a party.” Iida gently reprimanded his classmates.

“Well maybe this will change your mind...” Mina giggled and that was your cue. You stepped out from around the corner.

“Surprise!!” You held your arms out and there was a grin on your lips.

Everyone watched with warm hearts as Iida’s eyes widened and slightly glossed over before he sped over to you and enveloped you in his arms, lifting you up and spinning you around before he let you back down onto the ground and held your jaw in his hands and brought you into a deep yet sweet kiss. The action surprised you but you melted into it and moved your lips against his.

“Eww! Get a room!” Denki jokingly groaned.

“Trust me, we will.” Iida’s deep voice rumbled quietly in you ear.

Your cleared your throat and pulled away, face flushed. “O-okay, well uh now that I’m here let’s eat some cake!” Sato brought out a beautifully made cake and placed some candles on it. You watched with a smile as Iida enjoyed the singing from his classmates and the cheers as he was blowing out the candles. As much as he said he didn’t want a party, he sure was enjoying himself.

He opened a few presents, thanking everyone but also scolding(?) them for spending money on impractical things but once the night died down, he thanked everyone once more but insisted that they all get to sleep at a reasonable hour. While he took a shower, you took the time to ready his presents. They weren’t anything too special but you had hoped that they were enough. Sighing, your tried to fight off sleep but it felt like your eyelids weighed tons, and sleep was tugging at your subconscious but you stayed awake because you wanted to have some much needed cuddles with the birthday boy. Not really caring about whether you’d get caught or not.

As Iida made his way into his room, he was filled with a fuzzy warmth that was only caused by you. The way you sleepily watched him move about the room, the way you looked in his t-shirt.

“Now, it’s finally time for your gifts.” You grinned, holding out a box for him.

Playfully rolling his eyes, he took the box from your hands and sat beside you on the bed. With tentative fingers, he carefully unwrapped the box and pulled open the lid. He froze. It was a pair of shoes that he had been wanting for training but they were seemingly sold out everywhere, even with the money that he had, he couldn’t get them.

“How did you-?” He looked at you with wide eyes, the butterflies he got from your lazy grin made him want to pin you down and smother you in kisses.

“Don’t worry about it.” You coyly shrugged and before he could ask once more, you held a little gift bag out to him. Your triumphant expression turning sheepish. “This isn’t anything special really b-but I just thought you’d like to have it.”

He took it and pulled out the colorful tissue paper, and there was a long, rectangular box in it. Pulling it out, he opened the box. Inside was a shiny silver chain necklace with a white gold feather hanging from it, his and your initials ingraved on it.

The silence was killing you.

“I-It’s okay if you don’t like it! I-well I just thought that-“

He could tell it was expensive, he had seen expensive jewelry before and this definitely could easily be something that his mother or father would have in their drawer.

“I love it...it’s gorgeous.” The feather reminded him of your wings. “But, please don’t tell me that you wasted your money on me like this?” He was conflicted because he was grateful but he didn’t like the idea of you spending a pretty penny on him.

“Okay! Then I won’t, it could never be a waste when it comes to you because I...I love you Tenya. So much.” When he didn’t respond, you sighed and stood up and stood in between his thigh and cupped his cheeks in your hands. “Please don’t worry about it, this is something that I wanted to get you. You spoil me all the time and I wanted to spoil you, even if it was just for a bit. You deserve the work Tenya.” He looked up into your eyes as you ran your a hand through his damp hair. “You’ve had so much on your shoulders. Taking Ingenium’s name for yourself, trying to live up to Tensei’s name, being class rep...you don’t give yourself enough credit. You deserve being spoiled, you deserve being loved...” you leaned down and pressed your forehead against his. “You deserve to feel special. You are so powerful sweetheart, I’m proud of you. That may not mean much but-“ you were cut off when he pressed his lips to yours. His hands gripping your hips as you smiled into the kiss.

“I love you too darling, very much.” You nuzzled your nose against his.

“Now let’s get to bed! I’m exhausted.” He chuckled, laying in bed and pulling you to lay on his chest to not apply uncomfortable pressure to your wings. He wound his arms tightly around you as you snuggled into his warmth.

“Happy birthday tenya...” you lazily placed a soft kiss on his lips.

“A very happy one indeed, I’ve got the best gift right here in my arms.” His grin was slightly lopsided as he blindly pressed kisses all over your face. “Now go to sleep, you’ve had a long week.” He muttered as he closed his eyes and snuggling closer to you. His warmth made your eyes finally shut, a small sigh leaving your lips as he ran a hand through your hair and lightly ran his fingers across your scalp. You finally gave into the pull of deep sleep.

His wish was granted. You were in his arms and that’s all that could matter to him.

[frostburnx]

AngelFell part 22

“I’m trying to help you, okay?” Frisk said, sounding sincere. 

She stared at him a moment before coughing and reaching her hand into the burning blaze of the fireplace. Suddenly the flame jumped from the fireplace and began swirling up Chara’s arm and being absorbed into her. Soon all of the fire was gone and she took in a deep clear sounding breath getting to her feet shakily. 

Frisk quickly followed her standing up and threw a blanket around her, “Stay here, I’ll bring you something else to warm you up.”

Chara tossed the blanket off of herself and in a quick motion pushed Frisk up against a wall gripping the collar of his shirt threateningly, “Why are you being so nice to me!”

“I still consider you a friend Chara.”

Her expression broke from aggression to nothing but blankness. After a moment she stepped back from him letting him go slowly and going down into a sitting position in front of the dark fireplace.

“Friend-...”

Frisk stood there for a second and then grabbed the blanket again gently setting on her again before he reignited the fire and walked out. 

Chara just sat there staring into the swirling fire seemingly unable to think of anything. He called her a friend despite all she had done, maybe one day-.

Soon Frisk returned to the room with a mug in his hand and set it next to her on the floor. 

Chara looked down at the mug raising an eyebrow. Frisk slowly took a seat next to her and she soon turned to look at him.

“You feel any better?” He asked with a low voice.

She nodded meekly in response.

“Well can I give you a side hug at least?”

Chara turned back to the fire relaxing showing that he was allowed which he promptly did.

She was still stiff despite the small body language she had given that showed the contrary but she was very warm to the touch. 

“Do you want me to let go?” Frisk asked her.

“N-no,” she said quietly slowly leaning against him.

There was a moment of silence between the two before Chara spoke up, “I’m guessing I’m going to be chained again, right?”

“I don’t know, but you’re probably right.” he shrugged, “But isn’t chaining someone inhumane?”

“It’s not like it’s wrong to chain me. I’m destructive, unpredictable, and kill people,” she sighed and looked at him, “Do you not agree?”

“I don’t know.”

Once again it was quiet and both turned forward again, the only sound was the soft crackling of the fire before their eyes.

“Is it sad I want them to lock me away?” Chara asked in a hushed voice.

“Why would you want that?”

“I can’t control myself, simple,” she retorted.

“Well, they might not since you did break through the last chains,” Frisk commented.

“I got lucky.”

“What do you mean?”

“I wasn’t sure I would be able to break those chains,” she answered.

Asriel walked into the room before the two could talk more and both turned towards him, but as soon as Chara saw who it was she looked away.

“I spoke to Undyne and uh we decided that we were going to-.” Asriel started to speak but Chara interrupted.

“Chain me.”

“We were going to let you go and-” she once again interrupted him.

“Force me over the border.”

“No, you can stay in the castle as long as you want, it took some convinc-” he couldn’t finish this time as Chara shot to her feet and swiftly hugged him. 

Asriel hugged back a little surprised and smiled.

Soon the hug ended, “Well, I guess I’ll see you guys later,” he smiled at both of them before turning and walking out.

“Well, I better give an update to the other side so I’ll be back, alright?” Frisk asked.

Chara looked at him raising an eyebrow, “What update?”

“How you are doing.”

“To who?”

“Doug,” he answered.

“Ignore him. I told him I would be back and gave him an order to stay where he was,” Chara said narrowing her eyes, “He’s a demon anyway.”

Frisk seemed a little taken aback by her cold remark, “He still cares about you.”

She then rolled her eyes, “He cares because by nature he has to, all demons do.”

Frisk stared at her a moment before looking down and away.

Chara also looked away awkwardly now that the conversation had abruptly died.

“Sorry, I probably made things awkward,” Frisk apologized.

“No, you didn’t make things awkward, I-,” she shut her mouth.

“Still, sorry.”

“So, what now? I- what am I supposed to do?” She turned back to him finally with a look in her eyes that said she was desperate to know.

“I don’t think you are supposed to do anything, we need to figure out a room for you,” Frisk got to his feet and started walking out with Chara following closely behind.

The duo soon walked into the library where Asriel was doing a bit of paperwork at a desk there.

“What room in Chara is going to be staying in?” Frisk asked which startled Asriel a little bit. 

“Ah! You startled me! She can stay in any of them really, as long as it isn’t taken already.”

“Got it.”

While they conversed Chara began to go around the library curiously and soon flew up pulling a book off the shelf and cracking it open.

“So what are you working on?” Frisk asked.

“Boring things hehe!”

“So this is going to be your life forever?”

“I guess, but I don’t mind.”

“At least the panic attacks have stopped,” Frisk commented.

“Wha?” Asriel cocked his head at that.

“The times when you have no idea what to do and you start crying,” He answered thinking back to one of those moments.

“I haven’t done that in a long time-,” Asriel said, slowly getting embarrassed.

Chara snickered, “So he’s a baby, a cry baby,” she then put the book back and landed back on the ground next to Frisk.

“Guys, I have work to do,” Asriel said pushing his embarrassment away.

Frisk nodded and led Chara back out and down the hall, “Well, Asriel said you can claim any room as long as it isn’t taken.” 

“Okay, where is your room?” She asked, walking beside him.

A moment later they stopped in front of an open bedroom. It was pretty bare with only a bed and a wardrobe. There was a rug in front of the bed with a blue and white pattern that matched the one on the bed as well. Without hesitation Chara bolted forward to the bed and launched onto it. Within moments she had burrowed under the covers laying completely still as if she had died.

“Th-this is so comfy-,” she said.

“Heheh, glad you like it.” Frisk smiled.

Chara made a purr like noise and continued laying there for a moment before poking her head out and looking at Frisk.

“Why are you smiling?” She cocked her head slightly.

“Oh I didn’t even notice,” he confessed.

“What has you so happy?”

“Maybe it’s because I like seeing you so content, I dunno.”

“Hm, also I’m not getting up,” she had a relaxed expression on her face.

“Hehe, okay.”

“This is my room now,” she had a joking tone but Frisk didn’t hear that and took it seriously and went over to his wardrobe taking out his clothes.

“Wait, you’re actually doing it? I was messing around.”

“Sure, if you want my room you can have it.”

(I am soooooooooo sorry I didn’t update last week, I needed a break from writing really quick because I was a little exhausted from all that I have been doing. I definitely needed that break, but am now fully ready to continue updating for you all =) )

[gaasaku-fanfests]

The Bar Flower

Title: Bar Flower Author: pikaboubou Rating: M Word Count: 11574 Summary: Sakura has decided to drink her troubles away at the bar during Naruto and Hinata's wedding reception. She is bitter with loneliness over Sasuke's neverending absence, and wanting a drastic change. When an old friend, Gaara, sits down in the stool next to her she finds a few ways to make him feel flustered, and he decides that it's time for her to go home. However, she has other plans for the evening. Plans that challenge the meaning of 'friendship'. Warnings: Sexual content, alcohol, peer pressure, dub-con, some foul language, occasional 'dark Gaara', inciting poor behavior. Authors Note: There are moments in here where things are not said nicely, and the characters instigate each other by drudging up past mistakes. These are not healthy behaviors, and I don't condone them outside of this fiction. Also, I decided to do 'friends to lovers' due to the fact that there are actually so many 'enemies to lovers' fics out there. I wanted to challenge myself with a situation where platonic friends could change drastically in a more 'realistic' (not really) situation.

Trope: Friends to Lovers or Enemies to Lovers

Sakura took another shot of hot cheap sake, the numbing sting of alcohol ran like sharp blades down her throat. Her made-up face scrunched in a harsh wince. Drunk, that's what she wanted to be. Ino had gone to hang onto Sai's arm like some lovesick puppy, leaving the other girl lonely at the bar. The saddest part was that Ino was supposed to be the pinkette's 'date'. Now Sakura was all alone, at Naruto and Hinata's wedding reception no less. "Abandoned. Again." She groaned as her head lowered to hit the shiny lacquered surface of the ornate bar. Soon someone had saddled up beside her on the next barstool earning her drunken curiosity. They were wearing a nice beige-grey button down duster, but she had no desire to lift her head to look at the person's face. She stared at the stranger's sleeve while admiring the fancy red detailing on the cuffs. "I like your...hnnn jacket?" She questioned herself, as she didn't really know what the garment should be called at the moment. The sleeve moved as if it had just noticed her, but she was still too lazy to look up. This person had masculine hands though, with very nice looking pale skin. "Hmm... you have pretty hands too..." In her stupor she reached out for the stranger's hand to practically yank it over to her. The man yelped, and it sounded familiar enough for her to actually look up to identify the person. Coal rimmed cyan eyes, soft yet chiseled features, porcelain complexion, crimson hair, and the kanji for 'love' carved on the left side of their forehead. An unforgettable face. "Eh? Ha ha! Hello Gaara!!" She grinned ear to ear, now glad to have some good company. "Hello, Sakura. Are you having a nice evening?" The redhead looked polished for the occasion, and he was smiling more than she had ever seen before. It was something that she really liked about him, the fact that he would smile honestly for Naruto's happiness. Perhaps he could smile for her too one day. "I was feeling lonely... so I drank this shit..." The kunoichi practically punched her small empty bottle of sake, and it flew off the bar only to clatter on the floor. "Whoops! Haha! Did you see how far it flew?!" "Yes, your strength is limitless." A smart smirk graced his pale lips, and she stared at his mouth for much longer than what was necessary. "Men don't like that." Sakura slurred while tugging on his arm, for some reason she wanted a very up close view of the red cuffs on his coat. His throat cleared for a moment, as if he was nervous of the topic. Did she say something wrong? "Well, I wouldn't say all men." His eyes shifted off to the side, cueing her to notice what seemed to be a little secret hiding under his statement. And so a sly smile crossed her face, jade eyes narrowed knowingly with a suggestive waggle to her well groomed brow. "Oh? You like 'em tough huh? I never figured you to be that kind of guy--" "I'm sorry, what kind of guy?" Gaara was sucked in, leaning towards her with a curiosity that made her absolutely giddy. His eyes were fresh, and sparkly regardless of the black that surrounded them. 'They’re black... like a smokey eye... bedroom eyes... ha ha...' "Hnnn... you like chicks in tight leather. Whips, chains, and bdsm! I can totally see it! Hehe!" The kunoichi started to giggle hysterically before practically rolling her head onto his forearm. The arm tensed underneath her weight, and she feared that he might pull it away from her. "You have quite an imagination." The redhead spoke tightly, as if he was trying to deflect her statement. "Ah-ha! You didn't deny it!" Sakura shot up so fast that the man she was holding captive practically fell off his bar stool in surprise over her outburst. When she noticed him trying to compose himself she started to laugh. "Don't get scared! I'm not going to flog you, and don't bother asking me either--" "I wasn't going to--" He opened his mouth to counter, but she quickly slammed her creamy palm over it. His skin was warm despite looking so cold. "SSSSssshhh! Don't speak! I know how difficult this must be... trying to get me to go home with you... but I know your evil plan, sir." The kunoichi leaned towards him with a drunken sinister intent, almost falling out of her bar stool in the process.

His hands went to her waist and shoulder to hold her upright while she giggled at the contact. Her delicate hands had braced his shoulders, not failing to notice the muscular build hiding underneath all of his layers. "To be honest, I think we should get you to your home instead--" "Gasp! You can't spend the night at my place! Scandalous!" Sakura tapped him teasingly on the cheek in a mock slapping fashion making the redhead blink dumbly in response. He looked so innocent and wide eyed. It was funny since he was so formidable, and yet it seemed like he was meant to be both extremes. Perfectly balanced-- "Cute faces don't work either... you slut--" "Okay! Well, let's get you home!" Gaara reached for his drink he had on the bar, and slammed it before placing down a rather generous amount of money. "For hers as well, thank you very much." Suddenly she was being guided off of her stool, away from the bar, and away from other people. 'He's really taking me home?!' The pinkette began to sour at the thought, quickly halting her movement that left him being pulled back by her dead weight. "What's wrong?" The redhead seemed genuinely concerned making her feel guilty over how much she had been burdening him tonight, and yet there was a selfishness there that couldn't be ignored either. Sakura needed something, she just didn't know exactly what that 'something' was. "If you're taking me home... let me wear your jacket." It was the only reason she could make up at the moment aside from the obvious reason of her wanting to stay and drink her troubles away. He gave her a confused expression until she held out her hand expectantly. "I'm cold, good sir. I need a gentleman's jacket--" "Oh!" Gaara seemed to jolt into action, removing the beige-grey coat in quick motions before handing it to her awkwardly. The pinkette silently admired the black dress shirt he chose to wear underneath, but then took a better liking to his light blush just a tad more as he held out the coat for her. She took it greedily, and covered up her flowing pink dress in favor of the masculine duster. She did a singular twirl before giddily laughing to herself. "Look! I'm you!" Sakura grinned ear to ear, but stopped when she caught him blushing just a bit more than before. "Wait, hold on a sec--" She composed herself, then crossed her arms in a power stance with a complimenting glare. "Okay, now I'm reaaally you!" It took a moment, but eventually a smile broke out on his face, and a small dusty laugh escaped him. He was genuinely laughing for her, and it made her feel loved and appreciated for some odd reason. She was inspired to snatch up his porcelain hand to pull him along with her. The redhead stumbled behind her for a moment, but eventually found a good walking pace that kept him at her side. She was reluctant in letting go of his surprisingly soft hand, so she chose to hold it for as long as he would let her. The duster swished around her ankles adding a regal flair to her already proud gate. "You seem to like my coat a lot." Gaara said cheerfully, but still in a rather relaxed tone. He had the type of voice that could put chills down your spine, or make you want to fall asleep. It was a whispering yet velvety sound, and she wished he would talk more just so she could indulge in his stimulating tone. "Well, you seem to like me wearing your coat--" "Do I now?" He pressed teasingly with a slight laugh, but two could play at that game. "Oh yes, right now you're imagining me wearing nothing under this coat! Scandalous!" The kunoichi turned to face him, and opened up one side of the duster like some sort of perverse exhibitionist. The redhead stopped dead in his tracks completely dumbfounded, and just as she thought that she had made a poor joke he started to bellow out a hearty laugh. "Alright, Ms. Flasher, which way to your apartment?" He shook his head at her antics, but wore a beautiful smile the entire time. Sadly, her apartment was right down the road. She pointed, and tugged him along with her down the darkened streets. Not failing to drag her feet slightly to prolong their fleeting time together. The talking went quiet as they approached the building, and something was telling her in her gut that she was about to do something very stupid. However, she was done waiting for someone who refused to come home. She was tired of being alone all of the time while watching her friends indulge in the one thing she had always desired more than anything; romance. Gaara was an incredible guy, and a trustworthy friend. A friend she now eyed a bit differently than she used to now that they had both grown up. He was handsome, responsible, kind hearted, and a natural leader. He had everything a girl could want in one sandy package. Was it so wrong to allow her heart to pull a bit in his direction? She couldn't see anything wrong with it, if anything he would make an incredible catch-- They reached her door, and as Sakura looked between her keys and the doorknob she finally made her decision. A decision that would definitely change whatever they had here in this moment forever, but she swore to herself that it would be better. That she would regret nothing. The pinkette unlocked her door quickly, and practically rushed inside. Her companion did not enter, however. It was as if there had been some sort of barrier holding him back. "Um... I should probably go back. I'll take my coat if you don't mind?" Gaara cleared his throat nervously before holding out his hand expectantly for the jacket, but she recoiled to hold it tighter to her person. "No." Sakura huffed, making the usually stoic man blink in shock over her spoiled display. "I think I'll keep it--" "Sakura, you have to give that back. I need to go back to my hotel room." The redhead took an unconscious step forward into her apartment, so she took a teasing step back to lure him inside. "Oh? You think so, do you? Not convincing enough, try again." The pinkette watched with a newfound excitement as he seemed to tread further in, and eventually his whole body was through the doorframe. "Sakura, no more games please--" "I'm being completely serious! If you want your coat then come over here... and take it off of me." She knew she was swimming in very dangerous waters by saying such things, but with her rational thought process inebriated all she could feel was the raw excitement of the 'now' rather than the consequences of the 'later'. "I'm going to let you rethink that statement. I don't think you understand the context you are using." He seemed... angry. No, not angry, more like frustrated. As if he was fighting some sort of invisible foe that kept him from stepping any closer to her. Yet she was so close to breaking him, and it was so incredibly wild to think about. Any second now he could snap like a rubberband, and she wanted more than anything for him to get flung in her direction. "No really, Gaara. Close the door, and come get your coat." Sakura lowered her tone, her eyes narrowing suggestively as she backed up with slow steps into her bedroom. The pinkette disappeared into the darkness of her room without closing the bedroom door behind her, allowing it to serve as a welcome sign for him to enter. She looked about herself, her inebriated state taking in her possessions from her childish trinkets on her packed bookshelf to the plain full bed complete with a pink comforter in the corner. These were items that she had recycled since her teens, and yet she wanted desperately to outgrow them. Sakura was an adult now, not a child. It was time that she took the next steps to solidify that fact. It was quiet, but she distinctly heard the sound of a latch clicking out by the front door where she left him. The light from outside had been shut out, leaving the hallway in darkness. At first she was afraid that he had left, as there was a long silence after her front door had closed. But then she heard an exasperated sigh from down the short hall, and she nearly giggled at the realization that he was still in her apartment. The redhead's feet padded softly on her wooden floors, and she could see his silhouette appear in the doorway. Her butterflies were fluttering with excitement, and her mind bubbled from the alcohol that left her pleasantly dizzy. "Alright, I'm here to retrieve my coat--" Gaara held out his hand expectantly once again, but he was in for a rude awakening. "Oh no, good sir. You actually have to take it off of me." The kunoichi hugged the jacket close to her feminine frame while he balked at her boldness. "Hnnn, I might put up a fight though... I really like this coat." Without any warning he started crossing the room going for the jacket out of irritation. She dodged him, but fell onto her plush bed in the process. With a huff he went to lunge for it, but she crawled further up the center of the bed to avoid his grasp. "Give it back." The redhead warned, his hairless brows furrowing over his black rimmed eyes as he sported a frustrated frown. "Mmm... no." The pinkette shook her head childishly at him, whipping her pink hair about her cheeks with a bright smile. However, he did not seem to be in the mood for her antics anymore. "Last warning--" Gaara leaned in, towering over her like the authoritarian person he truly was. "Or what? What will you do?" Sakura ran her polished nails down the decorative buttons of the duster, and watched curiously as his haunting eyes followed her hand with interest. The man had irises that practically glowed in the dark, so it was not too difficult to see where he was looking, and his eyes were practically tracing everything. However, he was still quite hesitant, and that just wouldn't do. 'Time for plan B.' She inwardly snickered. "Well, I am getting quite hot actually..." The kunoichi slowly slid off the masculine garment, but just as he leaned in to snatch it he paused to watch her reach for the hem of her dress. It shocked him enough that he had frozen mid grab to gawk as she peeled away the flowing pink fabric from her skin. He seemed dumbfounded by it, as if he had never seen a woman in her underwear before. Although, she couldn't completely blame the man as she was wearing a lacy show stopper teal set that was definitely sexier than her usual undergarments. She had worn them just in case this exact scenario happened, and lucky for her she chose wisely. While he continued staring at her far harder than what was considered normal she quickly slid back on his jacket, and then hugged it possessively to her half naked frame. She had never seen him look so nervous before. Usually he was confident, aloof, or regal. But lately it seemed he was beginning to let more of himself show, and she was getting to see a more private and adorable side to him. It left her craving far more than what was professional, but the whole purpose of inviting him in was meant to be the exact opposite. "There we go! Mmmm it feels even better like this! It's so soft inside..." The pinkette ran her delicate hands along her curved figure through the duster, and his focused eyes followed for a brief moment before snapping out of an obvious wet dream. "Don't say things like... 'that'." Gaara looked away from her, swallowing hard as he tried to articulate his words. Sakura could see his pale fingers twitching with anxiety. The pinkette felt so powerful, it was almost more intoxicating than the alcohol she had drank earlier, and she did not want to stop for anything in the world. Not when she felt this high. "Why not? It's my home, I can say whatever I like." Sakura started to crawl towards his cautiously standing figure before stopping right in front of him on her knees. As he straightened rigidly her face came up to his heaving chest, but that was fine with her. She had many ideas of how this could go. "I can do what ever I want in here--" "Sakura." The redhead tried warning her again, but his dusty tone sounded like he was beginning to become unsure of what he wanted. Her lithe hands came up to pluck at the buttons of his dress shirt, making his coal rimmed eyes grow wide in disbelief. "I can also do 'whomever' I want too, that is... if they are up for it, of course." Slowly she continued unbuttoning his shirt, but once halfway his porcelain hands stopped her efforts in a panic. "You're drunk." Gaara deadpanned, trying desperately to put a wall between them, but she only gave sly smile in return. "Not enough to misunderstand what I want..." She tried reaching for another button, but his porcelain hands were strong. "You don't want me, you want Sasuke Uchiha." The redhead stated softly while his features winced, as if that realization hurt him more than he was willing to admit. Well, she wasn't going to lie to herself. The words struck a painful chord in her. She wanted to prove Gaara wrong, that she didn't want Sasuke, that she was ready to try someone else for a change instead of a guy that did not give her any time of day despite all the sacrifices she had made. A boy who chose to leave her behind any chance he got. A boy who was consistently absent when she needed someone to be physically and mentally present with her. Even if the encounters were sparse, it was better than never knowing where the holder of her heart was, or never hearing from them. Sasuke always left her behind in the dirt, but now the person who could control the very sand beneath her feet was actually with her, and she wasn't alone. She didn't mind getting left behind if it was 'his' sand she was falling into. Gaara reminded her of Sasuke; that damaged soul, ethereal physical features, yet cold blooded in battle. Both of them had tried to kill her on occasion, perhaps this was the definition of her 'type'. Only, her type had changed from constantly chasing someone who was never there to someone who was currently present. She was willing to take a chance on furthering a good friendship into something much more personal. She needed someone there, right that very second. And Gaara was literally standing just inches away trying desperately not to stare at her like he wanted to devour her body, yet the expression peeked through in moments of weakness. She wanted him too. Right now. "I'm sick and tired of chasing stupid boys. I need a man." With a feminine growl she yanked hard on his pale hands, pulling the redhead attached to them onto the bed with her. His body hovered over hers with a look of utter shock. "Sakura, stop it! You don't want me, I'm not the right person for this--!" Despite his reservations, Gaara was rather easy to grapple with until he was underneath her. With an almost frightened expression he tried backing up to escape, but she followed him all the way up to the headboard. "Why do you keep moving away? Am I really so disgusting? If you're grossed out just say so!" Sakura crawled over him, irritated by the fact that he kept denying her. It made her feel more sick by the second, as if perhaps he truly didn't see her that way, and wasn't actually playing hard to get. Perhaps she had been all wrong about this, and the way his eyes had traced her body had nothing to do with fluttering butterflies. Maybe he was just truly weirded out... Maybe this was all a horrible mistake... The redhead's face morphed with confusion, and awkwardness as he tried to think of a response to that. She felt guilty for even putting him in such a situation. "You are very beautiful, and I do find this very tempting..." Gaara shyly looked off to the side, and her heart skipped a beat. 'He's really considering it--!' "It's just... I'm not experienced--" As his words grew softer she could no longer contain her excitement. "That's fine! I don't get around much either." The pinkette shrugged off his excuse with a bright smile, her energy renewed at the fact that he was actually considering sleeping with her. Sakura continued to attack the buttons of his dress shirt while saddling herself on his lap. An audible gulp had resounded from his masculine throat, and his adorable anxiety only fueled her fire. "Sakura... I'm not experienced... at all. Period." Gaara gave a heavy exhale as his shirt was finally opened, like he might be having some sort of a panic attack. The sound made her halt her actions, realizing rather quickly that he was not the one night stand kind of guy, he was a romantic. A poet. Not to mention that he was also a virgin... like her. However she did not want to tell him that. She didn't want the redhead to feel guilty about receiving such a 'gift' from her. "It's okay... I don't mind." With her buzz still going she roamed her fingers over his toned bare chest, letting her shiny nails scratch at his smooth pale skin with the gentleness of a feather. His cyan eyes followed her curiously, growing more relaxed the more she worked her soothing spell. "Are you... doing this because you want to? Or is it because you feel you have to?" Even though Gaara's question seemed like it was meant to put her off, she suddenly felt his fingers gliding along the tops of her bare thighs; proving the fact that he was leaning towards a more favorable answer. The tickling sensation he brought made her visibly shiver with anticipation. "Is it okay if I say both?" Sakura coyly dragged her fingers up until they reached his neck, the skin there was so soft she imagined touching a beautiful porcelain doll. 'He really does look like a porcelain doll...' The redhead hummed as she stroked up to his ears, and then all the way back down to his silky chest. His charcoal lids fluttered with a sharp intake of breath from every pass. She noticed that he never answered her, and that he was just so incredibly absorbed with the pleasant sensations that his thoughts had gone completely dead. "Gaara, are you alive in there?" The kunoichi giggled as she upturned his chin, petting him like one would a loving cat. His hazy eyes eventually came back to hers, and with a few quick blinks he quickly startled as if waking from a dream. "We have to stop this, right now--!" Gaara moved his hands to her hips in an attempt to move her, but she slammed his shoulders hard into her headboard in protest. "You know, there are a LOT of guys that would kill to be in your shoes right now." Sakura spoke lowly, her tone invoking obedience from the man underneath her. "I'm not going to cry about this afterwards, I made my decision. So stop thinking that this will ruin anything between us. We can still be friends afterwards." Gaara opened his mouth to respond, but she quickly covered it with her hand. "No, stop talking! You're just acting like a baby--ghhh!" It was at that moment that the redhead showed his true colors vibrantly. He switched their positions, her world spinning as he pinned her down. Next he snarled right in her face, looking like a feral version of himself from long ago. It startled her, and thrilled her at the same time. He looked so frightening that she couldn't stop herself from biting her lip with anticipation. Would he attack her? Throw her into a position that he had always desired to take a woman in? He huffed angrily like a wild animal, making her believe that those strange jinchuriki habits must die hard. "You do not want me to do this to you, trust me--" "Oh, shut up!! Stop acting like I can't handle you!!" The pinkette shouted bitterly at him, and wondered if it was disrespect that might rile him up. The grip tightening on her wrists was beginning to prove her initial thought true. "You know, Gaara, I miss that thirteen year old boy who tried to kill me just to piss off my teammates." Black rimmed eyes widened at that, and his pale lips parted in disbelief. Completely horrified. "Are you being serious right now?" The redhead's face contorted, and she felt another power high from getting him worked up. She was aiming very low, and although part of her felt bad another part of her was excited by it. It was rare to see Gaara in any state other than anger or complete calm, but he seemed to be utterly furious tonight. And it was all her fault. "Yes! You were so frightening, and untouchable. How did it feel to crush people in your hands, Gaara? Did it feel good? Did it feel good when you started to crush me too--?" "Enough, Sakura!" Gaara snarled violently at her, and for a second she actually recoiled from the heat of his burning aura, but the alcohol numbed her senses enough that she dove back in like a pomeranian fighting a doberman. "It did, didn't it?! You probably think about it when you're all alone... The sound of the air leaving my lungs, my cries of pain fueling that disgusting side of you--!!" "ENOUGH!!" The sound that came from his throat was a final warning. His burning forehead was pressed against her own with his frightening cyan eyes searing holes into her jades. She knew that his lips were pulled back into a terrifying snarl with how he heatedly breathed on her face.

Sakura had finally tapped into that animalistic side, and there was probably no running from him now. If he wanted to he could probably snap her neck before she could even think to stop him. The thought of him strangling her came to mind, and her fear was beginning to melt into something much more dangerous. "You're so angry, Gaara." The pinkette struggled slightly in his arms, squirming like weak game stuck in a predator's claws. She knew that the more dominant side of him would appreciate that, and by the way that his breath flayed against her skin she realized that she was right. "Let go, I want to play with you some more--" With a harsh growl the redhead's arms pressed down hard enough to bruise her, she winced at the pressure while struggling under his weight. "This... this is what you asked for...." Gaara puffed heated breaths against her face, and it was enough to make her head spin. In her dizzy state, and the closeness of his mouth, she pushed herself up to close the distance between their lips. She felt every muscle inside of him jolt at the foreign touch, and he even growled defensively, but she continued until he was intrigued enough to do it back. The redhead's lips were softer than anything she could have ever dreamed of, and his burning tongue entered her mouth almost greedily as he finally began to give in, dragging it along her own in tantalizing ways. As his grip let up she took the advantage by using a great deal of strength to switch their positions. Breaking their kiss as they turned, she caught him snarling again underneath her as she took the dominant position once more. She could feel him now, and it was undeniable how badly he desired her judging by the firmness under her weight. While he bared his fangs she found a way to scrape her nails firmly against his scalp, a motion that had him bucking up against her while gritting his teeth. "Damn you--!!" "Hey now! What's with the language?! Is that how you really feel about me?!" Sakura pulled back to straighten completely, feigning hurt feelings she shrugged off his coat until it pooled around her flawless thighs. Gaara's attention was instantly captured, despite his enraged demeanor. She reached for the hooks to her bra, skillfully undoing them while she looked off 'bitterly' to the side. "To think, here I thought you really liked me. Such a waste." The kunoichi's bra came off, and she stretched her arms up like a cat with the lacy garment swinging in her hand. She could feel the redhead staring at her like a piece of meat, and she finally peeked to check on his reaction. He looked like a voracious animal. "What? Do you want me to leave?" She tossed her bra to the floor, and ran her fingers through her soft pink locks before giving them a quick shake. Then she watched him carefully as he wet his lips with a predatory gaze. "No." Gaara breathed out the word, sending a shiver down her spine with how demanding it sounded. She was truly getting under his skin, and that beautiful flesh had so many layers to begin with. "I see, so you're enjoying this now?" Sakura's thumbs played with the hem of her teal lace panties while his fierce eyes drank them in shamelessly. "Somewhat." The redhead blinked as if in a daze. She watched a bead of sweat drip down his temple, and she surmised that he had been having a great internal battle. She wanted him to win in her favor, so she took a very risky step. "Well... how about this?" The pinkette's hand smoothed over his groin just below her, and with a firm grip she massaged the outline of what was most certainly a rock hard erection. A surprised whimper escaped him, and it practically had her rubbing her thighs together it made her so heated, but unfortunately her legs were separated over him with nothing to ease her burning need. She was still having a great time though, there was no 'buts' about that. "Tell the truth... you've thought about it." Sakura gave a devilish grin, enjoying the feel of his dress pants over his painful arousal. "About... hng.... what?" Gaara gritted his teeth before his naked brows stitched together with another small moan. Her hand was relentless in milking out the information that she so desperately wanted. The pinkette leaned in close, her plush naked chest brushing up against his toned one, and whispered sensually in his ear. "Fucking me." With a purr the kunoichi licked the shell of his ear receiving a very audible moan for her words, and efforts. "Say it for me, Gaara. Please--" "Yes." His voice rasped wantonly at her request, and it made her feel as if she had been licked by white hot flames. He had thought about her before this moment. Privately to himself he daydreamed about the things he desired from her. Him, Gaara, the Kazekage who was about as sensual as a brick wall had fantasized about her in an impure light. It was one of the best compliments she had ever recieved. "Are you thinking of it right now?" Sakura kept one hand running teasingly over his groin, while the other thumbed at the fastenings of his pants to undo them. She could feel him start to grind up against her hand impatiently while the moans and whimpers continued to keep bubbling out of him. "Yes..." Gaara closed his eyes shamefully, but his desire was still plainly obvious. His body had become hers, where as his pride had suffered a great insult. She was ready to humble this powerful man in so many ways, and it had her more than excited. "Beg for me, and I'll put it in." The kunoichi couldn't stop herself from giggling, and she took her giggles right up to his ear to suck at the lobe. He jolted pleasurably before giving a sharp gasp. "N-no... I can't--" The redhead attempted to turn away, exposing his neck for her to suck on greedily. He bucked up from the sensation, and her balance slipped leaving her to land fully on his lap. He was so incredibly hard, and when his hips rocked against hers she found herself whimpering with desire. With curious eyes his expression began to change, turning almost mischievous. Sakura's world turned again, forcing her underneath the man into a vulnerable position. His mouth was on hers, unmerciful with heated kisses and bitten lips. She was so dizzy from it, but it didn't make her sick. It was just simply overwhelming. With a grin, he pulled away, but ground himself hard against her. The pinkette’s body jolted with the sharp pleasure, and the sound that escaped her seemed to match. "Tell the truth, you've thought about it too." Gaara smiled darkly at her, making it known that the tables had turned in his favor. All that power she had was now ripped away, yet she wasn't afraid in the slightest. "Mmm, I'm not telling." With a giggle Sakura turned away from him, but recieved a hard grind for her punishment. She cried out desperately, begging him with her tone to just tear her to pieces. His hand found her breast to squeeze, leaving her harshly panting for more. "I know you want it, but I want to hear you say it--" "You're such an ass!" She hissed, causing him to growl, and drag his teeth on her neck. Her body writhed from the harsh attention, yet she clawed her fingertips down his back in yearning. Suddenly he was alive, and thirsty for deplorable knowledge. "Tell me... tell me that you desired this before tonight..." The redhead panted against her throat, the heat of his breath along with ravenous kisses left her more than aroused. She was ready to do whatever it took to get him to sleep with her, but she wouldn't lie to him either. He deserved honesty. "I've fancied the idea... I just never acted on it--" "You've never approached me, but I'm sure you've acted on it." Gaara purred before lowering his hand between them. The pinkette watched curiously as he slid beneath his waistline. "When you've been all alone in this dark room... you've acted on it." His haunting eyes were locked onto her, narrowed seductively as she heard the fabric of his pants shift. She licked her lips with a lidded gaze, wanting more than anything to just give him whatever he desired. "Maybe I have..." Sakura murmured, but her anticipation was still very real. "Would you like me to show you?" "I would like that very much..." The redhead answered huskily, his tone and expression both seemed to be starving, but he still waited patiently for whatever 'food' she was willing to feed him. Not wanting to hold back any longer she allowed her hands to ghost from her breasts down to her hips. The fingers soft and delicate as they traced along her own curves while cyan eyes followed their every move. Her thumbs tugged slightly on her underwear, and when she teasingly played with them she noticed his own pale hands reaching up to help her with the task. "Ah-haa... now you want to play--" "You show me yours, I'll show you mine." Gaara gave a small laugh at his own quip, but she couldn't blame him as she found herself laughing at the childish antic too. "Oof, I'm so telling on you. Don't you know boys and girls aren't supposed to show each other their privates?" The pinkette snickered, finally getting her panties past her hips before he helped her shimmy them down her creamy legs. His motions stopped once the garment was removed, his throat swallowing hard as his eyes took in her fully naked form. Her nudity had apparently struck him sober... "I can tell you've never played doctor." She withered. The redhead blinked owlishly at that, and a harsh blush radiated off of his cheeks. It seemed that his dominant streak was starting to die off again. She would just have to give him another rough push. "Why, Lord Kazekage, I didn't think you to not be a man of your word." Sakura reached forward to drag her fingertips over his unfastened pants that still kept his length concealed. "I have shown you all of me, yet you have decided to show me hardly anything at all..." Gaara's breath quickened, yet he made no more moves. He seemed to be stuck in a state of limbo. "You're so mean, Gaara. Playing rough, and torturing me with those bedroom eyes of yours..." The pinkette moved one hand between her legs, and pressed along the sensitive bundle of nerves until the sensation made her sigh. She heard his breath hitch, and he swallowed again only this time his body began to tremble after the fact. 'C'mon, Gaara. Quit holding out on me!' "How is it that you were once an unstoppable killing machine, yet now you can't even touch a woman?" That had his head up in a matter of a second, his eyes starting to narrow dangerously at the comment. "Excuse me-?" "You are excused, scaredy-cat." Sakura narrowed her eyes back him, but had an almost evil smile to match. He gawked at her for a second, but then quickly overcame his shock. "Maybe this is why you don't have a boyfriend. You're too forward, and rude." Gaara hit back with a deep insult that actually hurt her feelings, and sadly she couldn't stop it from showing on her face. He didn't fail to notice it either. "The... the reason why I don't have a boyfriend would probably be that I'm not forward enough, Gaara. I don't usually do this sort of thing..." The pinkette found the thought a bit too sobering, and started to hug herself around her chest self consciously. When his eyes remained wide on her she found herself looking away to avoid his scrutiny. "If you really don't like what I'm offering then you can leave. I'm sorry for offending you... that wasn't why I said those things..." The room went painfully quiet, and unnaturally still. It left her feeling awkward, and vulnerable. "Please... stop staring at me like that..." Sakura turned onto her side, huddling in on herself slightly, thinking back on her poor behavior up until this point. She saw his pale hand reach for his crumpled coat, and tears began to form in her eyes while her heart sank into her stomach. 'Sakura, you fucking idiot!! Why can't you just keep your stupid mouth shut--!?!' "Sit up." The redhead ordered, making her eyes dart back to him in disbelief. He held the coat up in his hands with a sympathetic smile, giving it a slight wave as he motioned her to come close. She maneuvered herself into a proper kneeling position, her watery eyes blinking in wonder over how the situation had suddenly changed. With a curt nod he draped the coat around her, and assisted her arms through the arm holes. "You're going to need this, I have a feeling you're not going to be getting dressed any time soon... and I don't want you to get cold." At the sound of his voice the kunoichi turned herself to stare at him wildly, but he simply gave a knowing smile in return. Sakura could hardly believe it, after she had baited and insulted him practically the entire evening he was still willing to go through with this. Either he was desperately worked up or unbelievably kind, but something told her it was a lot more than that. The pinkette wanted to make up for her careless mistakes. She would have to make this truly special for him. "Liar, you just want to fuck me while I'm wearing your coat." Even though Sakura made a crass joke, his kindness still made her blush considerably regardless. At first the little outburst made him stammer, but eventually he ended up scoffing. "Well, you're not wrong." His eyes danced with mischief then, shamelessly sizing her up in his duster. "You don't mind, do you?" "It's what I invited you in for--" "Is that so? I thought you were just teasing." His hands grew bold then, tracing from her jaw and down her neck. "What you see as 'teasing' I consider 'coaxing', and you needed a bit of convincing." Sakura wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a playful smile as his hands traced over her chest. "Consider me thoroughly coaxed, and teased then. My patience is running out too--" "Until you actually do something I'm going to think you're all talk." The pinkette grinned wickedly, getting the man to raise a hairless brow at her. His skilled hand moved quickly, but was still gentle as it stroked over her wet folds. She ended up jolting from the sudden contact, but soon eased herself into his touch. She started to sigh, and whimper as his fingers worked gently on the sensitive pearl hidden between her thighs. "You've done this part before, haven't you?" Sakura mewled, but he shook his head with a coy smile. "I know how to read..." Gaara blurted, but was quick to avoid her stunned gaze. "And what reading material is this--?!" "Nothing important... forget I said anything." The redhead tried to kiss at her neck, but she pulled away from him before he could reach her. "I want to know what turns you on, Lord Kazekage." The pinkette purred as she ran her hands through his red locks, brushing the hair out of his face with her lithe fingers. "There has to be something that drives you wild--" "Appreciation." Gaara groaned as her nails dragged gingerly against his scalp, leaving a shiver trailing down his spine. It was a vague answer, but at the same time oddly specific. She just didn't know how he wanted his 'appreciation' conveyed. "Well, I appreciate you telling me the truth." Sakura giggled, her hand abandoning his hair to trail down his chest. She had not forgotten about his working fingers, and had to use her other hand in his hair to grip at his shoulder for balance. The pinkette was panting hard, her vision blurring from the pleasure even though she was on a mission to provide him with something good. It was too late, she had to latch onto him, both arms were wrapped around his shoulders while her mouth kissed and cried against his neck. Her chest was pressed against his own as she arched her back in need. "Don't stop..." The pinkette pleaded desperately, and heard his breath quake. "I need you so badly..." Despite not being touched the redhead gave a wanton groan, and slipped his free arm around her waist to pull her closer to him. His head dipped next to her ear, and with his lips pursed delicately against the shell he let out a heated breath. "Say that again." Gaara whispered with a great gentleness, the hand on her waist smoothing down to her backside with a sensual touch. "I need you, Gaara--" Sakura mewled, and in response he quickened his pace. A sharp cry released from her throat, and as her body jolted from the pleasure he grabbed firmly at her bottom to keep her from squirming around. She was rocking into his hands, savoring his touch while allowing it to overcome her. Burning heat flushed to her cheeks, pounding through her flesh before leaving through her vocal chords in the form of a moan or cry. She was tingling from head to toe, clawing her nails into the fabric of his dress shirt while still desperately clinging to him. Words were leaving the pinkette's flushed lips, but she didn't rightly know what she was saying or how she was saying it. However, the redhead's harsh and desperate panting told her that her own pleasure was skewering him, poking at something wild and practically begging behind the cage to be let free. Sakura was begging him too, praying in her own way for him to take her where she needed to be. Gaara said nothing, but she could feel by the quickening in pace and the intensifying pressure that he could no longer handle having her whining in his ears, or writhing in his arms. His impatience and eagerness pushed her over the edge, white hot pleasure searing through her flesh as everything went pleasantly numb yet pulsing at the same time. Heartbeat after heartbeat, one thud after the other she felt the ecstasy pound through her, and in a whisper his name danced on her tongue. The redhead answered in a shaking exhale, his nerves raw from the experience of merely providing pleasure for someone other than oneself. He nodded quickly, his tongue wetting his lips before he let out a low hum of excitement. After tensing for such a long time every muscle in her body decided to go limp, and thankfully he caught her in his strong arms. The pinkette's world was spinning figuratively and then literally. Her body was pressed down onto the mattress in a rough, yet not uncomfortable manner. A pillow was already under her head, and for a moment she was allowed look up as she watched him roughly take off his open dress shirt. As he tossed the black garment to the side he looked back at her with an unflinching stare, every muscle in his torso tensed in beautiful porcelain perfection. With each expanding breath he took his body became more clear to her. Gaara was built like a pro athlete, but not stocky or buff. He was lean, exotic, and strikingly beautiful for a man. She would place a wager that he could probably cut through water like a shark-- The redhead moved in close, hovering over her on one hand, and both knees as his dominant hand dipped beneath the waistband of what seemed to be maroon boxer-briefs beyond his dress pants. He was no longer hesitant in what he was doing, but was still shaking probably due to holding out for so long. "Have you ever... had anyone inside you?" Gaara's trembling voice cut through her dreamy state, and she looked away from his busy hand to face him head on. The redhead's haunting eyes demanded honesty, and she didn't want to give it to him. Yet, she couldn't find it within herself to lie either. "I don't want to say..." Sakura quietly whimpered, and thankfully it didn't deter him as he nodded understandably. "Have you had anything inside you before? I do need an answer to that." Gaara was stern, and she suddenly found herself growing shy under his serious gaze. "I... um.... yes--?" She squirmed anxiously, but was startled when he gave a harsh huff. "Good." The redhead gave a quick nod, and then proceeded to finish what he had been doing before. The pinkette's anxiety started to rise, her heart began pounding violently in her chest as each second ticked by. She was no longer drunk, or even tipsy, in fact she felt far too sober. He was going to... 'They' were going to... Then it happened. Sakura got a peek at what was hidden beneath his pants. She could see the flushed erection in his pale hand, and she truly noticed the contrast in color due to obvious reasons. It was larger than she initially thought, and although it was a rather photogenic specimen she still couldn't quiet her fear of it. She squeaked. Gaara looked up from his task to question the reaction, and her hands went to her face in embarrassment. He blinked for a moment, but then he took a deep breath before giving her a calm expression. "Are you alright?" The redhead smiled gently, and for some reason it instantly soothed her. The pinkette eventually nodded, but refused to remove the protection of her hands in front of her mouth and cheeks. With a soft dusty laugh he narrowed his eyes kindly. "Would you like to touch it first?" Gaara asked in the form of a gentle murmur, and she realized then just how much of a baby she was being. This was the exact opposite of what Sakura had wanted. She didn't want to be treated like a child, or a like a precious little virgin. She wanted to be treated like a powerful woman who could handle a man without question or issue. The kunoichi convinced herself that she was just getting psyched out, and that she needed to 'nut up', so to speak. The pinkette gave a confident nod then, and began moving her hand forward... When he removed his own grip her motion stopped dead. With his hand gone she could now see the entire thing in all it's divine masculine glory-- "Oh no." Sakura barely whimpered, and then visibly cringed at herself for the slip up. Oddly enough she heard her current dance partner stifle a laugh. "You don't get around much either, hmm?" The redhead shamelessly teased her with a sly grin, tapping into a reserve of her carefully bottled anger. "You better shut your pretty mouth before I break it." The pinkette hissed venomously at him, making him blink in surprise until he eventually cracked devilish smirk. "Save that energy for later--" "OH, SHUT UP!!" Sakura reached forward with a harsh grip, and held on tightly to his rock hard length. Gaara winced, breathing through his teeth from the rough touch, but she didn't calm herself until she felt him twitch in her hand. She let go of him, but didn't pull her hand away. Instead she stared at how his weighted length rested in her barely curled fingers, and nervously bit her lip as she tried to think of what to do next. "It's not a snake, it's not going to bite you." Even though he said it to be reassuring she couldn't stop herself from turning up her head to glare at him. Despite his hovering position he somehow managed to shrug, and gave her a sympathetic smile. "I'm not trying to be smart--" "You're smart with everyone." The pinkette huffed, her grip unconsciously circling around him. "Alright, well I'm not trying to be that way with you now. I want you to feel comfortable with this..." The redhead exhaled slowly, and his head drooped down for a moment to relax his neck. She was studying his feathery crimson hair when he suddenly sighed. "That... feels nice though..." With a startled blink Sakura looked back at her hand, realizing with a bit of horror that she had been feeling around his arousal for the past few minutes. She wasn't upset with herself for doing it, but rather she was surprised that she did it unknowingly. When she went to take her hand away Gaara quickly halted her efforts. He didn't lift his head to look at her, and he didn't ask for permission; instead he guided her hand back to his length and adjusted it to hold him firmly. She whimpered anxiously, but he made her continue. He moved her thumb to trace along the pipework all the way to the smooth head, and gripped around her own fingers to force out a few pumps. The moan that left the redhead made her blush, but the second it reached her ears she became completely invested. The ball was back in her court, and he had basically handed it to her. Another sensual groan had her thighs rubbing together while the sound pierced through her body, and as his hips arched into her now fearless grip she couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have those very same hips arching against her own. To have him groaning in her ear because her body provided his own with a shared relief. The pinkette felt her stalled engines suddenly restart in her mind, and her hand abandoned his length with the intent to make him needy. "You are so cruel--" Gaara panted. "I'm really not." Sakura slowly pressed herself up onto her elbows, feeling empowered as he curiously blinked at the closeness of their faces before she placed a soft kiss to his silky lips. It didn't take him long to hum in agreement, or for him to eagerly further the kiss. She had strung him along for such a lengthy period of time, and she couldn't blame him for his impatience anymore. Shaking hands traced up her creamy thighs before gliding back down to rest on her knees. The redhead pressed them open without question, but never even had a passing thought to breaking the connection of their kiss. The pinkette attempted to cling to his shoulders, but eventually he pressed her back down onto the mattress, and pulled her towards him by her thighs. Their hips matched up, and she felt the firmness of him gliding against her wet folds as if testing the waters. Her eager movement increased, and the tip of his length got caught in just the right place to make him pause. Their kiss was broken, and Gaara's coal rimmed eyes studied her jade ones carefully as he began pressing forward ever so slowly into her sheath. Sakura's breath hitched from the surprising pressure, and he stopped on a dime until her breathing calmed. With his gaze unflinching he pressed even further until the same response happened, and even though she felt no pain he still continued to stop until she was calm. The pinkette didn't want to tell him to just 'go for it', as she was truly savoring the way he held eye contact with her, but his careful nature was teasing her beyond belief. She was at a toss up between intimacy and need. As the redhead began moving again she tried holding her breath, and when he finally filled her completely she let out a shaking exhale that kept him from going any further. Sakura couldn't take it anymore, and rocked her own hips against his as a gesture to just 'go', and thankfully it seemed to be a universal sign. Gaara pulled back, and thrust forward while her fingers clawed along his porcelain back and shoulders. She could feel every inch of him stroking against her inner walls, leaving a heat that pooled inside her until it fluttered out through her fingers and toes. He repeated the motion, and the filling sensation caused her to cry out wantonly for more. The redhead let out a shaking breath, and thrust again letting out his own groan of desire that pierced through her like red hot knife. The pinkette whined, scratching at his perfect skin to a point where she was certain that his 'ultimate defense' would kick in, and was a bit shocked that it didn't. From that point on she didn't hold back in how hard she clawed at him, and he didn't seem to mind. The once slow pace turned into a steady one, triggering her to call out for him constantly. Her legs tried wrapping around him, but left enough space for optimal movement. Through a heated breath he kissed her eagerly, his lips and tongue keeping her tethered to her body while his actions attempted to separate her soul. She mewled against his panting mouth, and he moaned back in answer. The heat from inside her had begun to reach it's limit, the sensation guiding one of her hands up to tug at the red minky hair at the base of his skull. "Gaara--!" Sakura cried out desperately, feeling his strong arms wrap around firmly as he moved into her with a speed and pressure she could never achieve by herself. Her body was writhing from it, relishing in the intense pleasure while also not knowing what else to do. Her mind was going blank, her heart was racing in her chest while also taking note of his own. She could hear him panting and moaning in her ear, and feel him gripping bruisingly hard onto her soft curves. Everything was so hot, and her skin was beginning to glow in sweat. His lips were on the shell of her ear flaying hot air against it, whispering something-- "Sakura--" Gaara nearly whimpered her name, and the sound alone had her inner walls clenching tight. The white hot pleasure had her entire body tensing painfully, causing her to scream out into the darkness her small bedroom. A sharp groan, and deep heaving breaths echoed in her ear right before she felt a pulsing sensation inside of her. Everything felt slick to the touch, but she couldn't even begin to care about fluids or mess. All she could do was guide his panting mouth back to her own, and lazily kiss him while they both attempted to catch their breath between heated kisses. He was more than willing for the connection, and it showed in the way his hands now lovingly pet at her dewy skin. The pinkette broke away to breathe properly, but her lips dragged across the top of his own regardless. Her rabbit heart slowed, and her once clawing hands now turned gentle in their movements. "Mmm... can I keep you?" Sakura gave a breathless laugh after her own drawling comment, but he thankfully found humor in it too. "Depends on whether you like a desert view." Gaara chuckled a hairsbreadth way, brushing his fingertips from her hip all the way up her figure until they reached her jaw. She stole a quick kiss from him, and as she pulled away he ran his thumb along her bottom lip longingly. "The real question should be this... 'Will you come to Suna with me?'" The pinkette blinked, taking a transfer into consideration. She wanted to, but she also didn't want to leave her friends and family just yet. However, with how often Gaara visited Konoha and how often the two villages did business together it wasn't actually too farfetched. Dating the Kazekage? That was a whole other animal in itself. "Can we do long distance for a bit?" Sakura giggled, but was surprised to watch a blush form on his handsome face. "Oh... yes, of course. That would be nice actually..." A sweet and genuinely innocent smile made it's way across his features, and when she began to snicker he hid his flushing face in the crook of her neck. "Don't tease--" "What's with the look, Gaa~ra? Didn't think I'd actually ask you out?" Her giggles went sinister for a moment, but turned into a yelp when he scraped his teeth along her jugular. "To be honest... no. I thought you'd be done with me after you got your fix. I kind of just... I don't know... accepted the idea that this was all I was ever going to get." The redhead sighed peacefully despite the sad topic. "I'm glad I wasn't right--" "That's a first." The pinkette nearly snorted, and with a small playful growl he nibbled at her neck once again. She squealed, and maneuvered out of his arms in a huff while he graciously let her go. "I have to clean up, sir. When I get back we'll go for round two--" "What?!" Gaara balked at her, and she gave a proud laugh in return before practically dancing from the bed to the bathroom. "Yup! Did you think it was one and done?! Nope! Boy, you have a lot of work to do." Sakura gave a sinister grin before slipping into her bathroom, secretly reveling in the shocked expression he had on his face as she disappeared from sight. Sakura did what she claimed she was going to do, only she decided to take a quick shower. She polished herself up, and hydrated her skin with her fragrant lotion. The entire time she was practically humming without a care in the world, she had never felt so bright and cheerful in her life. When the pinkette came back, however, she realized that round two would have to wait. Apparently the redhead had removed the remainder of his clothes, and had passed out comfortably under her covers. With a humored sigh she followed suit, crawling into bed next to him without a shred of clothing simply because she wanted to feel his skin against her own. Gaara was silky soft as usual, and he was surprisingly a deep sleeper despite his years of being an insomniac. He'd probably be up before her at some point, not that it mattered. Sakura sighed, and nuzzled into his arms peacefully. He instinctually wrapped them around her, and breathed in her scent. Sleep came easy, and all was warm and quiet. --- ... --- ... --- ... --- Sakura woke up first, and in a panic she looked behind her only to breathe a sigh of relief. He was still there, sleeping peacefully beside her without a care in the world. The pinkette wondered if he believed she had been drunk the entire night or not. In all honesty she had meant what she said, she truly wouldn't mind trying out a relationship with him-- The kunoichi noticed something then, bunched up in the sheets just below his hips. As her curiosity drove her to peek under the blanket she nearly burst out laughing having thought the lump was his hand or something, but she kept her humor carefully contained. Instead a rather sneaky plot formed in her mind on how to wake him up, and she was feeling more than cocky from last nights events. Sakura maneuvered her body between his legs, and covered herself and her target with the blankets before running her hands gently up his smooth thighs. She took his morning arousal into her hands, listening carefully to the way his breathing changed as she did so. When he still seemed to be knocked out she gave the shaft an experimental lick-- Gaara hummed in his sleep, and slightly arched his hips. The pinkette snickered with mischievous intent, and placed her lips around his tip. "Hnnn..." A soft whine was heard, and she almost couldn't contain her giggles. With fresh excitement she took him further into her mouth, and made up for what was left with her hand. "Aah...." The redhead rolled his hips with a moan, and despite him beginning to move around she still managed to suck and lick his arousal successfully. The skin of his length was taut yet silky smooth, and she favored lapping at the even softer tip. The pinkette found a strange enjoyment from it, especially since he seemed to be more than just vocal about his approval of it. Suddenly porcelain hands were in her hair, they seemed to not only pet her head but they also moved down her face to where her lips connected to his erection. As if the hands were attempting to make sense of what was happening to his lower half.

The covers were thrown back to reveal her, and she looked up with his arousal still in her mouth to see his flushed and panting face. "Good... morning---hng..." Gaara attempted to great her, but ended up moaning as she gave him a firm suck. Sakura decided that she loved interrupting him in such ways. She knew he liked to be proper towards those he cared about, and she enjoyed flustering him in moments where he had to be sociable. The redhead placed his hands back in her pink tousled locks, a look of desire and peacefulness radiating in his cyan gaze. She kept that contact, watching him begin to crumble under her devious ministrations. "Sa... Sakura..." Gaara panted and whined helplessly. She hadn't heard sounds like these from him last night, and she wondered just how good her mouth must feel. His porcelain fingers started to tangle in her hair, his hips arching forward to repeatedly catch her mouth on it's way back down his shaft. She picked up her pace, and he nearly cried. Soon he was tugging on her pink strands, begging her not to stop as he got closer to finishing. She could tell by the sudden intense hardness of him that he was extremely close-- The redhead started to grow loud, his pale hands now eagerly pulling at her hair as he finally reached that final threshold. With an ecstatic cry she felt his erection begin to pulse harshly, and a wave of bitter salt coated her tongue in viscous fluid. The pinkette gulped it back hard, but couldn't keep herself from pulling away with a cough. She managed to swallow all of it successfully, but it wasn't entirely pleasant. Sakura felt fingers tracing her hand, and she looked back up to see him staring spacily at her. She couldn't help but crawl up his body, allowing her naked form to lie on top of his glowing one with a small giggle. "Hi." The pinkette grinned ear to ear, nuzzling her cheek on top of his deeply breathing chest. His arms wrapped around her in a comforting way, gently trailing his porcelain fingers along her back. "Mmm... yes. Hello, and good morning." Gaara took a deep peaceful breath, and once again got comfortable with her in his arms-- The phone started to ring, and it was chopping her dreamy morning to bits with its blaring sound. "Damnit!" Sakura nearly jumped off of him in a fit of rage, and stomped over to the wall phone she had in her room. The kunoichi could hear him laughing behind her, and she turned quickly to hush him before actually answering the irritating device. "Hello, this is Sakura Haruno." The pinkette formed a very professional speech in an instant, eyeing side ways to see him propped up on his pale elbows to watch her have the conversation. "Sakura, we have a problem. Gaara's gone missing. Apparently Kankuro has been looking for him all night--" It took everything she had in her power not to break out into a fit of laughter. In fact she had to put the phone into her other hand to let out a hysterical breath before bringing it back up to her ear. "Hello--?!" "It's fine, Kakashi sensei. I know where he's at, and he's more than fine." Sakura looked knowingly in Gaara's direction, and watched with glee as he began to turn a bright shade of red. "And where would that be, exactly?" "Not to brag, but he's in my bed right now loathing the fact that we are currently having this very revealing conversa---HEY!!" The pinkette yelped as the phone was ripped out of her hands, and placed onto the ear of a very frustrated Kazekage. "I'm fine!" He shouted into the receiver, and quickly slammed the phone down before turning his narrowed sights on his new girlfriend. "Oh c'mon, this is hysterical--!" "No, me folding you in half is going to be hysterical." The redhead narrowed his eyes even further, and an almost evil expression began to form. Her face paled at the thought, and with a shriek she jumped away from him as he lunged forward. Sakura dove back into her bed to attempt to hide in her covers, but he was quick about getting into her hideout. With a growl he pinned her to the mattress, but his sinister expression faded into normal flirtation as he moved in to peck her sweetly on the lips. "Breakfast first, then I'll fold you like a paper crane--" "I don't want to be folded!!" She threw a small tantrum as he began to truly laugh. His happiness was infectious, and despite the strange 'threat' she couldn't stop herself from smiling. Sakura knew that she'd be smiling a lot more from now on, and Gaara would be right there with her.

[doyouevenshipbr0]

gruvia drabble:

~gruvia week: day one//fav gruvia moment~

author's note: yallllll its mf'in GRUVIA WEEEEEK omG i love this week sm it makes me so happy to see the whole community get together and post beautiful things ab this very beautiful couple and UGH<3 tbh i aint promising that im gonna post everyday cus tea is i probably wont! BUT i will try to post as much as possible. ALSO BIIIIG shoutout to the creators of gruvia week. thank u sm for continuing ur effort in making this event every year i love it sm<3 ok so idk if i'd say this is my faaaaav gruvia moment (idk if i even have a fav) but this is DEF up there. ok enjoy my bbies i love u all<3

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ALSO ok so i feel like for day one of gruvia week writers have to get kinda creative??? cus i dont wanna just rewrite the whole scene. SO this drabble is piggybacking off of a certain scene. only the first bit is canon the rest is from mwuah. ok now enjoy lmao.... ok one more edit.....heard someone say its april first in japan rn...???? sooo... im posting this now hehe!!! even tho its 9:00 PM on the 31st where i am. close enough. can u tell im super excited.

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"Your body is..." Gray was in the middle of scolding a very drunk Juvia.

"Juvia's body is?" She looked up at him from the ground, her face slightly twisted in confusion.

Gray had just then only realized what he was saying. It started out with him simply saying that Wendy would be able to fix the scar Juvia attained from their fight amongst themselves and Invel. It was only when Juvia flipped it onto him, saying that he could also have his scar fully healed, that he realized why he was saying what he was saying.

Gray's face burned with embarrassment as he looked down on Juvia's adorable face that was highlighted in pink, and after a long awkward pause he quickly broke eye contact and turned his head away.

"Your body is..." He muttered. "Something...I care about...'cause you're mine...kinda. Um." He tripped over every word that left his mouth.

Juvia's face lit up with excitement from Gray's bold, but poorly spoken, words. She giggled.

"Gray-sama is so romantic!" She sat back on her knees and held her cheeks with delight.

"H-hey!" He stammered, snapping his gaze back to Juvia's. "Don't go off gettin' crazy ideas! I was just sayin'!" He huffed and crossed his arms.

"Just sayin' that Juvia's body is a beautiful perfect temple that Gray-sama wants to protect at every cost!" She was slightly slurring her words.

"N-no!" Gray's face could've melted off with embarrassment. You show your emotions one time and suddenly you're a damn cassanova.

"Yes you most certainly are!" Juvia practically leapt up from the ground with exhilaration. It wasn't everyday that she got to hear things like that from Gray. Their relationship was somewhat new, afterall.

"Kya!" She yelped. In her dazed excitement and drunkenness, her heel slipped from under her foot, causing her ankle to twist, and she was on her way back down to the ground.

"Whoa!" Gray's eyes widened. He moved quickly, and he swiftly caught her just moments before her face hit the concrete. He carefully brought her back to her feet, keeping an arm wrapped around her shoulder to steady her.

"Jeez." Gray finally exhaled in relief. "You need to be more careful!" He was broken out in a nervous sweat.

Juvia chuckled under her breath. "See. You do worry about Juvia." She looked up at him, and Gray quickly realized their faces were only inches apart. He promptly took his arm away from her body and stepped forward.

"Come on." He ignored her teasing. "We should get back to the party." He looked back at her and it hit him that she wasn't wearing a top. She stripped it off during one of her drunk fits. His cheeks reddened as he immediately turned his head back to face front. "A-and we need to find you a frickin' shirt!" He was used to seeing her topless during battles, but when they weren't fighting it was a whole different context. It was like another world.

"If Gray-sama insists." Juvia said and began to follow Gray, but as soon as she took a step on that twisted ankle, a sharp pain stabbed at her. "Ouch!" She alleviated the pressure off of her foot and dangled it a few inches above the ground.

Gray instantly turned around at her gasp of pain. "What is it?" He asked, but he already saw the answer as she balanced herself on one foot.

He sighed. "Your ankle?" He asked, his voice as unentertained as ever.

Juvia gave a guilty nod. She really knew how to cause any kinda of trouble when she was drinking. First the tears, then the nudity, now this.

Without saying anything else, Gray walked back a couple steps, spun around, and crouched to the ground.

"Eh?" Juvia's impaired mind couldn't seem to put two and two together.

"Get on." His voice was low.

"G-g-get on?! Gray-sama's big muscle-y back?!" Juvia's face burnt and she found herself conflicted for some reason. It was all so much for her.

"Yeah. And we're not going back to the party. I'm taking you back to your apartment." He still wasn't looking back at her.

"What?!" She whined. "How come?!"

He finally turned his head "Because you're drunk, shirtless, and you're hurt." He faced forward again. "Just let me take you home."

She paused. She really wanted to go back to the party and celebrate Lucy's award some more with the others, but he was right. Not to mention his broad shoulders were way too intriguing to pass up.

"Alright." She said, mildly defeated, and did a little hop to get on his back.

Gray stood up and adjusted his grip so his arms were wrapped under her two legs as she had her arms chained around his neck, and he started walking.

"When we get back to your place, I'm gonna' come in for a minute and ice your ankle." He explained.

An idea popped in Juvia's imaginative mind. "Wellll," she sang. "It is pretty late. You might as well spend the night."

"Nah. Just wanna' sleep in my own bed tonight." He said, practically.

"Hmph." Juvia pouted and her head sunk into the crook of Gray's neck. "Gray-sama is so cruel."

"I'm sorry what was that? Do you want me to drop your drunk, limping, ass on the ground?" He teased.

"No!" Juvia squealed, clutching onto Gray harder than before, causing him to chuckle.

They walked on the outskirts of the venue of the party. It was still as lively and rambunctious as ever with all of Fairy Tail's members. Gray stopped for a moment. He saw a nearby bench and sat Juvia down on it.

"Stay here." He instructed as he walked away.

"Where are you going?" She called out.

"I'll be right back." He called back.

A minute or so later, Gray was back with crumpled up clothes in his hands.

"Here." He held out his suit jacket that he wore earlier that night to her in front of her practically bare chest. He looked away and blushed. "I couldn't find your stuff."

Juvia giggled with joy and excitedly snatched the jacket, putting it on her body in just a second. A smile curled on her lips as she wiggled in the coat, rubbing her arms up and down the sleeves. "So warm!" She cheered.

Gray was still blushing. He remained shirtless and said nothing as he spun around, signaling for Juvia to get on his back again, and she did so. He hoisted her up and returned to walking back to her apartment.

Juvia hummed with satisfaction and pushed her head up so her cheek was pressed right up against Gray's.

"Thank you for caring so much about Juvia's body." She whispered. "I'm very happy to be yours." She finished with a peck on Gray's cheek.

"Don't worry about it." Gray's scrunched face was coated with pink as he embarrassingly averted his gaze.

Although Gray wasn't always the best with words, Juvia could always count on his actions to tell her what he was really feeling.

And if actions could talk, she is sure they would be saying "I love you".

[a-bit-too-much-of-a-zelda-fan]

Linked Universe Fanfic Ch. 1: The Cave (pt 1)

Stop! You’ve Violated the Law!

So, you’ve stumbled upon this original post for my Linked Universe fanfiction. That’s okay, it happens to everyone. As of March 2021, I’ve uploaded the entirety of this fanfic to my Archive of Our Own page. Along with finally giving the story a name (Oops! All Links: A Linked Universe Story) I made substantial edits to some of the chapters. These range from minor stylistic revisions to fixing a gaping plot hole that kinda completely broke the character conflict in the earlier chapters. I also renamed and renumbered (but not reordered) the chapters. Specifically, this is now Chapter 2.

The AO3 iterations of these chapters are the definitive versions. So, if you would like to read this fanfiction, please do so on AO3, right here. With this embedded link. Hehe. Geddit? Link?

Note: My screen name on AO3 is FrancisDuFresne. Yes, that is me. I am not plagiarizing myself.

Anyway, for posterity’s sake, the rest of the original post is below the cut.

@ linkeduniverse I had tons of fun writing my first fanfic for this AU, so I decided to write another. My last one was mainly dialogue, so I decided to focus this one on combat. Hope you enjoy! (edit: retroactively naming it to match it with the rest of my fan narrative) Word count: 1105

The clanging of swords striking swords rebounded off the walls of the cavern. Sparks flew through the damp air, pinpricks of light dancing in the darkness. Lamps hanging on belts flickered dimly, barely lighting the scene.

Stalfos surrounded the Links. There were easily a hundred of them, bombarding the nine heroes. “Hrrk!” Legend grunted as he deflected a blow off his shield. “You know, maybe this wasn’t the best idea!”

Between parries and dodges, Wild managed a sarcastic “What makes you say that?”

“I still can’t believe—” Legend dodged a swipe at his head— “I was the only one who—“ he parried a crooked sword with his shield— “thought we shouldn’t—” with a spin attack, he sliced off the head of the nearest stalfos— “go on a stroll through a cave!”

“I told you!” Wild snapped. “The Sheikah Slate said this was the quickest route!”

Warrior butted in, “Less talking, more fighting! We can settle this once we’re safe!”

While Wind was distracted looking over at his bickering teammates, a stalfos leapt forward, tackling him to the ground. His weapons clattered as he dropped them. He had completely forgotten his sword’s ability to freeze time for a brief moment.

A twisted skull and glowing eyes stared him in the face. Wind could see the monster’s sword being drawn higher. He struggled to get up, but it had him pinned. It was bringing its sword down…

“Guys!” he screamed. He covered his face with his arms, as if that would protect him. “HELP! AHHH—”

Twilight wasn’t even the closest of them all to Wind, but he heard him first. He whipped his head toward the scream and saw his youngest comrade about to meet a terrible fate. “NO!” His shout was more of a bark than words.

Faster than eyes could track, his form changed, and a wolf was charging full speed at Wind and his attacker. Five yards from them, the wolf leapt at the monster. In midair, the wolf disappeared again, leaving a furious Twilight in its place.The hero emerged twirling in a ferocious spin attack. He seemed to glide over Wind, his sword shattering the stalfos in his wake. He landed on all fours, his finger tips and boots skidding and kicking up dust.

Wind let his arm fall to his sides and propped himself up on his elbows. He stared at Twilight in awe. Twilight ran over to him. “Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah.”

“Good. Get on your feet.”

As Twilight lifted his sword and shield again, he took a fraction of a second to pat Wind on the head. He went back and started dueling with three stalfos at once. Wind got up, shaken but unhurt. He picked up his weapons and charged after Twilight.

Hyrule had just felled another monster. “Hey, if anyone has some special trick to help us out, this might be the time!”

Four realized that it may be time to bring in his other selves. He held the Four Sword aloft, pointing at what would be the sky had they been outdoors. A split second later, a blinding light shown from the blade. After the dark of the cave, it shocked the Links and stalfos alike.

The light faded, and four Links stood where one just had. They settled into perfect formation, moving in unison as if reading each other’s thoughts. Over the din of the battle, the others swore they could hear colors being shouted out.

The four identical Links formed a square, pushing groups of stalfos together. They moved in uncanny congruence with a chorus of war cries. Back slash. “Hup!” Forward slash. “Hup!” Back slash again. “Hup!” Spin attack. “HYAH!” They began to repeat this process over and over, tearing through the enemy ranks.

They other heroes and stalfos alike snapped out of their reverie and went back to fighting each other. Sky whistled. “Did anyone else have no idea he could do that?”

Incidentally, no one had.

An idea struck Legend. “Our boomerangs! Everyone, form up!” He, Time, Twilight, Wind, and Hyrule drew their boomerangs and threw them out into the crowd of monsters. Five twirling weapons knocked heads clean off the stalfos’ shoulders, with Twilight’s dragging the skulls into a whirlwind. The gale gathered the monsters’ bones with each of them it struck. In their one throw, the five heroes defeated at least thirty of their foes.

“Woo hoo!” Wind exclaimed. “You see that?!” 

Time did indeed see that. He spared a second to look at his companions. They had come far in their journey together. When they first met to take down Dark Link, they could barely work together. Now they could take down dozens of monsters with just one attack. He was proud of them all, even himself.

Now only forty or so stalfos remained standing. Sky had his own ingenious strategy come to him. “Twilight!” he yelled. “Follow my lead!”

Sky drew his whip. He swung the rope-like weapon. Its sticky end latched onto a stalfos’ head. With a yank, Sky ripped monster’s head off and started to swing it, buffeting its comrades.

Twilight saw this and grinned. Sky hadn’t made the perfect analogy, but he knew what he was supposed to do. He looked around at his companions. The Fours and Wind might make this, he thought, but I don’t want to take any chances… “EVERYONE! DOWN!”

They were confused but dropped to the ground anyway. Twilight reached into his pouch and took out his massive ball and chain. He started spinning and building up momentum. After a few seconds, the steel ball was whipping around the cave at full speed. Stalfos after stalfos had their bones destroyed as soon as they were hit.

Then there were thirteen. One monster per one hero. The Stalfos realized they were now at a serious disadvantage. They slowly started to back away. The Link’s stood together, shields leveled, swords raised. Warrior looked around and smiled. “So, what? Are we doing this one by one? Or some special technique? I mean I haven’t had the chance to—”

“No need for theatrics,” Time said. “Let’s do this nice and simple.”

Time paused a moment to observe the scene. In the flickering light of their lanterns dancing on the damp cave walls, he could see the carnage. Ninety-some stalfos lay defeated. Some simply missing heads, some whose only trace of ever existing was fragments of bones scattered on the ground.

Twelve young heroes stood together and faced impossible odds. Now able to fight these monsters one-on-one, Time had no doubt they could do this. He closed his eye slightly longer than a standard blink, sighed, and smiled. His eye, now open and filled with fury, focused on the skeletal monster ahead of him.

“Sic ‘em.”

[thesanguinerose]

Rory Redacted Survey Thing

Tagged by @queenofeden so RIP everyone, I'm posting on mobile and have no read more :[

EDIT: Readmore established hehe...

BASICS

Name: Riordan Tanner[given name]

Riordan O'Marcaigh[mother's maiden name/aunt's last name]

Riordan Devorak [post game]

Nickname(s)/Titles: Rory (Everyone calls him this), Ro (Julian), Rory Redacted (inside joke)

Age: 27 [start of game]

Birthday: April 11

Zodiac Sign: sun Aries, moon Sagittarius, rising Leo

Gender: male [trans right babey]

Pronouns: he/him

Orientation: bi [male pref]

Favorite flower: carnation

Favorite food: steak, medium-rare 

Favorite drink: apple cider [hot/cold/alcoholic/non...all of it]

Love Interest: Julian. I use him for all of them, but his backstory and personality is so perfectly crafted for the Julian route that it feels weird with anyone else now.

APPEARANCE/PHYSICAL TRAITS

Height: 5'2" - [5'4"-5'5" with heels/heeled boots, which he always wears]

Weight: 165

Body type/build: Average build, slightly thicker. Round/heart shaped face, upper body is thinner with a layer of muscle under the soft - gets more muscular post-game due to the time spent on a ship. Thick/strong legs, has an ass 😌

Skin: white and ruddy, pink/warm undertones

Hair: dark brown, kept long/below his shoulders. Ties it into a ponytail, messy bun, or loose braid sometimes. Intricate braiding and hairpieces/rings are for special occasions. Cuts it above his shoulders once and hates it.

Eyes: Green

Distinguishing features: freckles, left ear is pierced at the lobe and a few times on the cartilage. Wears earrings in all holes, usually wears a silver chain earring connecting the lobe to cartilage.

Clothing: 

pre-game > lots of sheer shirts over crop tops, shorts, leggings, couture inspired masquerade outfits, silver accessories only - gold washes him out. Signature colors are blue and silver. As the plague spread, kept himself more covered, though the fabrics were still sheer. Worn canvas or linen shirts at Best.

During game > white linen undershirt, modified stay over it to act as a binder, a white gauze shirt over that with sleeves rolled up, navy vest/jerkin, tan pants, brown heeled boots, his black handbag of holding.

Physical health: he needs glasses to see. Is overall in ok health. Allergic to three types of trees all of which are in the surrounding area, prone to hayfever, his joints click.

PERSONALITY/INTERESTS

Personality: 

PreGame > confident to a point that it is irritating and rude, blunt, quick to anger, doesn't cry, cares about people but pretends not to, bad at making connections with people, needs to be wanted and latches on to people who have feelings for him, doesn't tell people Things About Himself. It's all a defense mechanism - he's deeply sensitive and feels a lot, but doesn't understand how to express it in a way that makes sense. Doesn't wear his glasses bc they make him look like a nerd. Pride and hubris are his ultimate downfall, doesn't listen to people he cares about because once he's decided he's doing something, he's going to do it. Died with a laundry list of regrets.

InGame > jumpy and antsy, doesn't like going outside because it's a lot, but longs for adventure. Kinder now that The Weight Of Life has not pressed itself upon him. Mom Friend instincts, will rise to the challenge during an immediate crisis, but once it's over, he needs to be taken care of. Quick to cry. Embarrassingly quick to cry. Gradually gains his confidence back in a healthy way, still incredibly impulsive, is more open and communicative with his feelings. Still quick to anger.

Likes: being right, dogs, tea, shiny/sparkly things [esp pretty rocks and jewelry], fashion, horses, fire.

Dislikes: being told he's wrong/not getting what he wants, blood magic, people who don't cover their mouths when they sneeze, waiting, being called cute or any variation thereof. Do Not Call Him A Witch.

Fears: being known and by extension rejected, the dark, spiders, water

Habits: tapping his fingers on things, touching any and all textiles that catch his eye, picking at his nails, making promises he has a hard time keeping

Mental health: ADHD - emphasis on RSD esp pre game. Translates into anxiety in-game/post-game. Varying degrees of depression and suicidal ideation pre game.

LIFE

Residence: born in unnamed Fantasy Ireland, lived in Prakra for 4 years[16-20] has lived in the shop in Vesuvia since[20-27]

Occupation: magician, shopkeep, prakran magic school alumni. Formerly: leathersmith's apprentice, doctor's apprentice

Skills: sewing/embroidery, basic alchemy, illusion based magic [esp in a party/theatrical context], divination, conjuration, horseback riding, general showmanship, arguing/debating

TRIVIA -Mostly pregame/backstory based.

Grew up on a farm that handled livestock primarily. Also raised horses.

Repressed his talent for magic due to it making his mother and the villagers uncomfortable.

Jumping off that: Mommy Issues ™ 

Has incredibly good intuition and is a natural at divination, but he is predisposed to giving negative readings or only having a Spidey Sense when something bad is going to happen. As a result, abhors divination because he thinks either 1. It's wrong [it isn't his life is just a mess], 2. He can't do it right or 3. He's the reason bad things happen.

Had a border collie named Patches his aunt gave him when he was on his way to Prakra. Status post death is unknown. Also has a horse named Callam who he's had since he was about 8. Status post death is unknown.

Had a younger brother named Riley who went MIA during battle. Likely killed by the plague. It runs in the family.

Is allergic to three types of trees and has to wear very specific gloves and a mask when gathering herbs so he doesn't break out in hives.

Kept an extremely detailed journal. It documents his life from when he left home to his death. Has doodles. So many doodles. Not really cohesive, but it makes sense to him. Also has shopping lists. [Out of use post-death, but Rory reads it post-game]

Did he mention he went to the magic college in Prakra? Because he went to college and if you didn’t know, well, he sure will tell you about it.

Was incredibly close with his Aunt, who was basically Him but Nicer and Watered Down.

Speaks fantasy Gaelic fluently before his death, esp with his Aunt. Taught Asra curse words. loses most of it when he's brought back. Also loses part of his accent, falling into general Vesuvian, though it shines through when he speaks quickly and on specific words.

Is 90% talk and 10% action. He's a weenie.

Made a Bag Of Holding in magic college - Carries it everywhere both pre and in-game. Works like a Mary Poppins bag, but small and black and stylish. Goes with everything.

Had time to settle into his gender identity and presentation in pre-game, is utterly unapologetic. Had mild dysphoria but nowhere near as bad as current/post. Current Rory starts from scratch and has to work back up to feeling okay, but has general "oh bad" feelings for a while. Bad feelings are only exacerbated by the Fool's body before he understands it. Takes a lot of work to do so. He ends up okay!!

Had two sexual partners before his death, but dated a whole lot of people. Very picky about who he does things with, but also needs to be desired. Broke a lot of hearts out of boredom and the fear of being vulnerable.

LOOKS ™ 

Pregame:

In/postgame:

[crime--europe]

On 22 January, 2018, in an apartment in Moscow, Russia, a drama broke out. 19-year-old Artem Iskhakov, a student of Moscow State Technical University and 19-year-old Tanya Strahova studied the same course at University. For a long time, the pair were bound by friendship, or rather, Tanya insisted on this and did not give Artem any chance of romance. Artem was madly in love with Tanya, but he did not have enough confidence to tell her, and kept his emotions to himself. The two friends began to rent an apartment at street Kazakova house 3 building 4 in Moscow together. It seemed nothing foreshadowed the upcoming disaster, but the girl began to show feelings for Artem’s roommate. This, of course, hurt Artem even more and he fell into a terrible depression. He began to go to a psychologist and take pills. From day to day, resentment and anger increased like a snowball and in the end, the emotional heat reached its apogee.

At 03:40 Artem sat in the kitchen, drank and waited for Tanya. Thoughts about the massacre of his lover were an obsession in his head from the very beginning of January, but Artem decided to do it this night. He thought everything over and over again. The front door opened and Tanya went into the corridor, where she wandered to her room to sleep. At that moment, Artem ran up to her and punched Tanya in the face. Tanya fell to the floor and Artem continued to punch her five more times. Tanya shouted “go away”, as blood began to drip from her mouth, but Artem did not go away, he began to strangle her and at some point Tanya lost consciousness. “My heart kept on beating, I decided quickly, while I was still warm, as they say, at her.” Having finished my business, I realised that my heart, a bitch, is still beating, “Artem wrote in the story. After the first rape took place. Holding his hands on the pulse of Tanya or a while, he took a knife and cut her throat, and then plugged the dying student’s mouth with pantyhose so as not to hear the wheezing of the damaged trachea. Blood splattered the whole floor in the corridor, but Tanya was not dead yet. Artem then decided to plant the blade of the dagger between Tanya’s ribs twice. It was over. After Artem eventually killed Tanya, he took her phone and began to talk to Tanya’s friend’s on Telegraph, pretending to be her.  This communication prompted him to perform another rape of Tanya, but this time with a dead and cold corpse.

Slightly sobered, Artem began to make a farewell report about how he committed the crime, about what feelings he felt for Tanya. Artme also left messages for friends, sisters and parents, and Tanya. Despite the fact that he began to gradually come to understand the horror of what he had done, in the morning, having eaten sandwiches for dinner, Artem went to Tanya’s room again where Tanya’s cold corpse lay and engaged in sex with her. Later that day, Artem committed suicide after leaving a long farewell note on his VK profile.

The message that Artem left on his VK account. Hello, guys. my name is Artem Iskhakov and I want to tell a story about what happened tonight. 

22.01.18 03:40 I killed my neighbor. and fucked. twice. perhaps I will do it again, but it starts to cool down, slightly unpleasant to smell and not as narrow as it was the first time. Why did I do this? I do not know, because I’m tired of listening to her fucking explanations on why she’s against drinking with me and seeing how she tries to drive to my friend, how they communicate in class and realize that I’m not that good, so that we had at least some similar relationship with her. I was hatching this idea somewhere else from the first days of January and picturing in my head how this happens. then I was fucking off myself. very much ohuel. very very very much. and then came the fact that Tanya did not eat until the summer, because the parents do not have money to repair now and I fucked up again. How did it all happen? she returned home, I was sitting in the kitchen, she started to go to her room and I punched her face, she fell to the floor. I hit several more times, she bleeds from her mouth and she starts asking me to leave. I did not go, lol. I began to choke her. During this, she still continued to say something like “go away.” At one point she clearly lost consciousness, but her heart continued to beat. I decided quickly, while it was still cold, as they say, fucking her. Having finished my business, I realized that my heart, a bitch, is still beating. then I held my hands on my neck again - zero effect. Then I took the knife and cut her throat. I do not know how well I did it, but the blood was decent. Ich, the pulse still remained. Then I took a knife and stuck it to my left between the ribs two times. then I pogizdel with sasha in the cart from her phone, fucked again and decided to go write this text. people are surprisingly tenacious, as it turned out, or I did not have enough physical strength to strangle her quickly. even at some point, I pushed her pantyhose into her mouth, so as not to see the blood and not to hear any strange sounds that continued to emanate her body. and, and even pulled the throat of one of the ropes I was buying to try the shibari with her. ironically, yes? Well, okay, such details are important only to all the fucked perverts. to try with her shibari. ironically, yes? Well, okay, such details are important only to all the fucked perverts. to try with her shibari. ironically, yes? Well, okay, such details are important only to all the fucked perverts. Now there will be a piece with words to people. order is in no way connected with the importance of people. as comes to mind, so I write. Mozhaev - you are an asshole. I hope you do not get up any worse with any of your friends. fucking fuck, pizdzha for a relationship, you could fucking take and stop talking to her for a while, so she calmed her fucking feelings. and die your chsv, it’s not cool Ilenko - free yourself from the shackles of whit. it’s not yours, you will not be happy with it, start your psychological state and be a fucking dude Kocheshkov - that untold story - I fucked vita somewhere in May. Be a good girl. Let’s sit down? Vita Salahova - free yourself from the chains of Dima. it’s not yours, you will not be happy with it. your constant skinheads on the garbage and your desire to hide in front of him is the most obvious example of the fact that everything is fucking Vanya Galushko - I hope the army will not affect you as a person and you will be a crocheted boy Sister - do not grow a dumb cunt, I implore Michael Yurievich - I did not tell you much and at some point even lied that it was bad and hard for me. probably, it was not worth it to do and everything would have turned out differently, but alas, and what was done, it’s done. you are a good psychologist and I am glad that I dealt with you Artem Sergeyevich - I do not understand why you ignored me the last couple of times when I wrote to you, but it does not matter. Thank you for giving me the contacts of a psychologist and writing out the pills, thereby at least somehow easing my life from Vita from Peter - I was an extremely fucking friend, whatever one may say. you are very cool and good, forgive me for all the times when I did you bad. especially for the situation when I came to St. Petersburg and we did not meet. I hope all your problems are solved and you will live a fucking life of Lida - we have not communicated very much, but you seem very nice and sweet girl, stay with her and I hope everything will be all right for you. if you read this, give it to the psychologist. Timur - forgive me for coming to you and making you listen to it all. it is a pity that we did not have a classic fraternal relationship. I love you Parents - I’m a complete disappointment for you. I was a drug addict, constantly lied to you and did not love you, but almost hated, even though you did only good things to me, but such is life and such a person. you brought me up as a good person, but I turned somewhere wrong in life. do not blame yourself, please Tanya’s parents (if you somehow get it) - forgive me for having deprived you of your only child. I loved her, very much, but Tanya was too selfish and that’s why it all happened. you are very good people. I really, really hope that you will have the strength to go through it. once again, forgive, even such a forgive and you can not Alice - I behaved like a complete asshole in relation to you. I’m sorry for everything and I hope you’ll all be fucked Colleagues from work - you boo guys. I hope my shit code can be sorted out by anyone and will support a single window and smbp. Lech - you bitch guy. Ilya - you too cunt, do not get drunk, please. the rest - fuck and everything will be cool. Alina - forgive me for fucking the brain with talk about the tanya. The rest - forgive me if I made you some kind of fuck or something. live pussy and do not be such a fucker like me. You know, at this moment I realized what kind of fucking I did. I felt cold and my hands began to shake even more, hehe. my God, this is fucking, fucking, corpse. but now I have nothing left but to collect my strength and get drunk. it is very easy to kill a person, but to realize it is not. but now you can check whether there is life after death. very much I want to go to bed and understand what will happen to me after all these events. I used to love her. his fucked love, but he loved. oh yes, I’m still relatively drunk, not in shit, of course, but still. an extremely ibanskie act on my part. I’m a terrible person. I plus a minus all about it spoke, and you did not trust. I fucked on the idea of ​​fucking Tanya so much that I killed her. Of course, this was not the main reason, but the fact that I raped her cooling corpse, says a lot. probably, I’m an unhealthy person mentally. although which is probably lol. really want to watch what will happen next. she was so cheerful when she went to escort Dima, eh. the author of the song “we are possible” is a fucking asshole, a couple of times to hear your fucking psyche, you perceive it as a call to action. extremely incoherent nonsense. also, sorry for all the typos and stuff in this text. I’m too lazy to re-read. in my opinion, I lived a life full of boredom. astin, basil, I’m coming to you, my dear friends. in fact, I do not really want to die, because, my God, there’s so much more to do in this fucking world, but the situation is such that I’m hardly going to jail from prison, and if I do, I’ll get to Durk, and this even more fucked up. fuck this way to live, in short. I’m thinking, hang myself, open the veins, or try to stick a knife into my heart for once or twice or three. it is very difficult to choose. or even under a train to jump. she has such a thin neck. and cool breasts. I’ve told, that I love her? but I even will not live until 20, heh. my world began to fall apart a few months ago and now I completely destroyed it. revolt from the ashes - a lie. I’m not trying to justify myself. what I did was awful, but I did what I wanted and thought fit, because I can fuck. could. I’ll go out the Buters. I will enjoy it while I can. Ate and fucked her again, fuck. lie down to sleep for a few hours. Slept. it’s very funny how the brain starts to generate thousands of reasons to live when you start thinking about death. so much, just fucking. she is now in the next room, and I sit and smile. I’m not sure that I even had a shock, it’s strange. The first time the idea of ​​killing someone came to me in class at 5-6, when a fly came to me, we played in a computer, and when he left I thought that it would be very cool to strangle him with a wire from charging for a laptop and throw the body on stairs. I lived with my demons and tried to fight. did not work out. I’m too weak-minded person, and it’s all pathetic attempts to justify myself, I guess. now I throw thoughts out of my head. in the last, I hope, again. my last code is a server that will host this paste and show the text after a while.

It’s a bit sad that I never got my GP in 80k. and do not get it. and I will not look at the new vidos on YouTube. fucking, I just want to disappear from the real world and watch everything from above. she’s so cold, huh. like her heart towards me. I would like that everything would turn out differently. the last almost two years. that we continued to be together, so that my roof would not go, so that there was not all this epic with Mozhaev, so that there would not be her stupid husband. funny, he is now a widower. you know, when I strangled her, I did not have a drop of regret and doubt. and it is very exciting. WHAT TO FUCK WITH ME NOT SO AND WHEN IT STARTED. before that I did not punch anyone in the face with all my strength. I regret my decision. almost. I thought I would cut myself as usual and calm down, but something went wrong. I wonder how much you fuck at reading. I would be fucked. my aggression was able to find a way out. the final chord. I can not even sob even now. it’s amazing how to just lose all of humanity in yourself. I do not know, after what time the corpse begins to smell, but I hope that by the time when everyone is sleeping, I will not exist any more. too much hope. again in a dream to tend begins, fuck. and his hands tremble a little. funnily enough, today I even did something at work. I wonder how much I will be a great loss for the team.

I’m still thinking about the chances of a normal life if I do not get drunk. any? likely. I do not want to go to jail, I will not take it there. I no longer have a purpose for existence. For a while, it was a desire to take care of the thane and return it, and now I myself have deprived myself of this. and her parents deprived them of their beloved daughter. they are good people. that’s before whom I really feel a little ashamed, so it’s in front of them. I have fucked all the moral settings. tear almost flowed out. I remember how, under acid, I realized all the crystal purity and beauty of love. that’s what my brain turned into. what have I become. sorry. I can not atone for my sins. I’ll go kiss the thaw in the cold forehead and prepare. she lies there dead and cold with no moving fingers. what have I done, fuck. fucking fuck. how much I want to say more, but I do not know what else to add. 

if you have, or someday, a friend / girlfriend who / will suffer so much for someone, beat him up in fuck and try to explain that such communication will lead to nothing good. it just destroys you and ravages your psyche. I ruined the happiness of several people, and for what? in the end there is only one emptiness that will swallow me up. it is extremely curious to see the reaction of all the persons connected with us, but no, I must die. I. must. I hope, all will turn out. there was the last cigarette. There is no way back. this paste is the quintessence of attention. but what to do. remember something good about me at least sometimes. I did not think that everything would end like this. finish the last and leave. It is a pity that she will not be able to watch her TV series in an embrace any more and chat. Once again, forgive me for everything. and no one should blame himself and think that you overlooked or something, no one would have thought, I’m sure I can do it. Zero emotions. I comprehended Zen. drink it because I’m in hell. Farewell. goodnight, sweet princess. 01/22/18 15:55 

I’m standing on the legs that are knocked down. With the realization that I’ve done it. The knife was stuck in the abdominal cavity of the one I loved with all my heart. 

Put at my funeral “Der Golem - No” fuck, but I completely forgot that there is a message timer. Ul. Kazakova, 3k4, I do not know the apartment number, like 31 or 32 or 33, but this is the first floor in the entrance to the left. Call the cops. 55.763497, 37.658109 The password from the Sberbank application is 08080, from the rocket is 4104, on the cards too 4104, the remaining passwords are jktirijngt, JKTRIjngt5512 (and any variations with the permutation of the digits and the caps), on the laptop you can make pass ls in the console, password from the password store on the laptop - jktirijngt, I’ll take off the phone with the phone, perhaps. the password from the tannic laptop is 741852nh, suddenly there is something important there. from my laptop - root / jktirijngt

Crime scene photos here.

[razorblade180]

Interdimensional Moms: intro

[The complete Interdimensional dads here!]

Team RWBY finds themselves sitting at a table. All of them are middle age but vary in appearances that aren’t strange to an average stranger by any means, but different from what they are used to seeing from one another. For starters was Weiss. Her three friends had never known her to have shoulder length hair, or a horizontal scar underneath the one they’ve always noticed. Something about her eyes seemed...different. Brighter. As if they were infinitely dancing. Weiss’s eyes, they hid no emotions. The only thing more surprising was the fact she was wearing faded jeans and a white shirt with her symbol in black on it. Nobody said anything, but Weiss in jeans was somehow equally as gorgeous. Yang was slightly salty about it.

Blake’s eyes weren’t like Weiss’s, but they weren’t the usual stern but hopeful ones they all loved dearly. Blake looked relaxed. Like, wake up Saturday morning to watch tv and get cereal, kind of relaxed. The top of her long hair pulled into a bun while the back flowed freely. Despite her eyes, her clothes was ready for action. In fact, it looked like her dad’s clothes, with the way the royal purple coat flowed to white, puffy ends. And obviously, a shirt. Weiss could notice the subtle grays in the raven black hair and the women’s hands and face were healthy, but noticeably slimmer. A clear sign that she either had gotten sick, or her job had gotten to her once or twice. Maybe that’s why she looked relaxed? A similar chain of events happened with Winter.

Yang didn’t look too different. Except for Blake, who was awe struck. Yang to her was different, but also very much how she used to look back when they all journeyed together. Slight lines were under the bruisers eyes that resembled Raven’s. Her favorite coat that went with her bike was a little worn and Yang had noticeably gotten even buffer. Her muscles and beauty radiating with such vitality. Yang always burned bright like an inferno, but this was different. She smiled awkwardly at her team as they looked at her. A sublet chuckle escaped her and confirmed Blake’s feeling. This Yang was different, and felt like the sun itself.

Yang looked towards Ruby and was left speechless. All of them were. Out of the four, it was Ruby that had changed the most. To Yang, it was like seeing Summer. There was just this overwhelming presence that cake from her sister. They all noticed the long hair that went down her right shoulder and stunning black and red corset. The skirt dropped right past her knees. Her legs dawned black pantyhose with roses along them and Weiss couldn’t look away from the ruby red heels. The signature cloak was still with her of course. Silver eyes shined bright and a raised brow arched as she too was confused by the familiar, yet different faces. Still, Yang and the others were still soaking in her appearance. No scars, ruffled her, tired eyes, or even an overly goofy expression. Ruby Rose, looked like a fairytale come to life. Not only that. Between her youthful yet clearly mature appearance, the others felt something greater. The dream they were told by heart countless times by their leader. The romanticized vision of being a huntress, a hero, this Ruby had grabbed that dream truly with both hands. They just knew it.

Ruby:Ummm hello?

WBY:Hey....

Ruby:So uh, umm, what? What is happening here? I’m not the only person thinking something is off, right?

Blake:You’re not. But the question is....

Yang:What the hell is “off” to begin with?

Weiss:I think that’s us? Also, where exactly are we?

The void.

Yang:Who said that!?

No one important me. Consider me a operator. I could say a god, but that’s way too much considering I’ll do anything.

Weiss:Sounds like a god to me. Okay, give us the long and short of it. We’ll figure it out.

RBY: (We will?)

What you’re wittinessing is a meeting of team RWBY, but flipped on its side. Different universes, different outcomes, similar people, different endgames. Including kids. Discuss and have fun. That’s all. Think of it as a reunion that was never meant to be. Catch up, learn.

Weiss:Well then, can’t say I’m not interested. It’s not the craziest thing in the world.

Blake:It isn’t!? Why is this happening?

.......

Yang:I think he left.

Ruby:Well that’s about as long and short as you can get I suppose. Still...what!? Different universes?

Weiss:Considering the way you’re dressed, I believe it.

Ruby:What does that mean!?

Yang:Yeah she’s right. Look at you, all womanly. Last time I checked, my sister beautiful, but not rivaling me in the hips department. Which brings me back to what I just heard. Kids?

Ruby:Yeah?

Yang:Weiss, Blake, you too?

BW:Yeah?

Yang:Definitely different universes. Last time I checked, the only mama bear on team RWBY is me.

Blake:Last time I checked, you were single and alone.

Yang:WHAT!? Why would I be single!?

RW:....You mean you don’t kids together?

BY:Why would we have kids together?

RWBY:......

Ruby:Wow, I didn’t even think a sentence like that could exist. Guess alternate worlds do exist.

Weiss:And apparently infinite if you two aren’t shacking up.

Yang:Since when does Weiss Schnee day “shacking up?” Since when do you wear pants!?

Weiss:They’re cheaper to maintain. Why wouldn’t- oh my goodness. How do you usually see me!? What am I doing?

RB:You run your company.

Yang:The best Atlas huntress to ever exist.

Weiss:...So I was never broke?

RBY:YOU WERE WHAT!?

Blake:Okay, let’s take a step back. Clearly the differences really do vary. That’s all well and good but before all of that I wanna know why us for specifically? That doesn’t seem at random, does it?

Yang:Four out of infinity? I mean I’d just close my eyes and pick.

Ruby:Now that, that’s on brand for you. Hehe, I guess some things never change?

Blake:Yeah but it has to be more than just personality, right.

Weiss:Hey, we’re all wearing wedding rings.

They looked at each other’s hands. Each girl had a jewel that matched their color over a beautiful golden band that had different, yet similar engravings on it. Too similar. There’s no way the same store just happen to do it in every universe. However, was it crazy to think the shopkeeper was given similar instructions on the rings if it was the same person who asked for jewelry? Like Ruby said, somethings never change, and an idea like ring designs as endearingly cheesy as this brought only one face to mind.

RWBY:....

Blake:On three. One....two....

RWBY:I married Jaune A-.......

Yang:Well, clearly we all have amazing taste in men. *smiles*

RB:That’s insane!

Yang:Why? That’s not too crazy.

RB:You liking men is

Weiss:Why? She’s bi.

Yang:Actually....yeah, I guess so. Given my history- how do you know that!?

Weiss:Because I know you, dunce! You’re an openly sexual person that never misses an opportunity to anybody’s head spin, before teasingly going over to Blake and kissing her. Just so people know you’re off the market.

Yang...

Yang:That’s pretty fucking great.

Ruby:And still on brand.

Blake:.....

Yang:Well then. I guess we have a lot to talk about. Sheesh, Jaune Arc. Gotta admit, it’s crazy knowing he’s gotten so much attention. How scandalous.

Weiss:You make it sound like cheating?

Blake:I do feel that a little.

Ruby:Yeah, not a fan. But...losing to you three is understandable. Bittersweet, but I get it.

Yang:You didn’t lose though! You, the one right here, is married to him!

Ruby:All I’m saying is if it was up to me, our love would transcend space and time.

WBY:(Dummy, in a way, it does.) Ruby, you’re really greedy, you know that right?

Ruby:Huh!? Hey, what’s that all about.

Her teammate all looked at each other. They didn’t have to say anything. A single glance was enough to know they were on a similar page. Oh yes. Ruby Rose was definitely greedy, and hilariously adorable whenever she got picked on. They all laughed as this familiar Rose grew red with embarrassment and pouted. The more things change, the more they stayed the same. A reunion that was never meant to be. Yeah, it was gonna be a blast.

[angst-fairygodmother]

Idiot (Affectionate) ~ A Bad Samaritan Fic

CHAPTER EIGHT: STRUCK DOWN

Pairing: Derek Sandoval x (fem)Reader Word Count: 3137 Rating: M - strong language, canon-typical violence, descriptions of pain/injuries, blood, Bad Samaritan spoilers (light) A/N: Resuming right where left off, so strap in. This chapter’s about to be a roller coaster. 

Previous Chapter | Masterlist

The sedan bore down on you as you stood rooted in your spot. Then suddenly, you were in motion, barely blinking before you were lying facedown on the sidewalk. Your blood roared through your ears and the world spun. You weren’t sure if you imagined it or if you really felt the sensation of the car’s tire dragging across your body, sideswiping you as you rolled away, and then it was gone. 

“Fuck! Y/N! Hey! Baby girl are you alright?” Derek yelled, voice sharp and panicked. 

Everything hurt, and you wanted to just lay there for a while, but his tone made it clear, he wasn’t going to let that happen. You hissed, feeling wobbly as you pushed yourself into a sitting position. There was a small dark spot where you’d been laying and a warm dampness to your upper lip, your fingers coming away bloody when you tried to wipe it.

Derek knelt down in front of you, holding you at arms length by the shoulder. You could see the tension of his own pain in his jaw as he gritted his teeth and forced his swollen eye open as far as it would go, desperately looking you over to convince himself you were okay. 

“Ow,” you groaned. “Remind me never to do that again.”

“Holy shit! You’re bleeding! Where else are you hurt? What do you need? I should call an ambulance?”

“Derek, please stop shouting,” you closed your eyes for a moment, his volume and the light combining to make your head throb. 

“Sorry, baby,” he said, voice dropping to almost a whisper. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“Yeah, I’m not exactly cool as a cucumber right now either. That was…” you couldn’t find a word to describe the way your stomach clenched and lungs burned and heart raced that wouldn’t also send him back into hysterics, so you shrugged as best you could with his hands still on your arms. “Guess you're going to be driving after all.”

“Yeah, straight to the ER. Y/N, you just got hit by a car.”

“Hehe, you rhymed,” you giggled feeling somewhat delirious as the adrenaline of the moment started to wear off and shock settled in. 

His face went pale, staring at you with horror and concern. 

“I’m fine. Stupid car barely grazed me if anything. The concrete did more damage.”

“That doesn’t make it better...”

“Derek, I'm not hurt. I swear.” You brushed your fingers along the inside of his wrist reassuringly. “Don't suppose you got a license plate did you?”

“No, I was a little focused on the woman I love being run over.”

“Now you're just being dramatic,” you rolled your eyes, ignoring the way the words made your face heat. “Let's just get out of here before my vehicular assassin and your valet rivals decide to finish us off.”

Sighing in defeat, he stood, holding out his hands to help you gently to your feet. He paused, watching with concern, and you rolled your eyes, resuming the walk to the car as naturally as you could, despite the various aches and pains waving over you. 

~

“I feel like we need to talk about the elephant in the room,” you said, glancing over at Derek as he drove, knuckles white around the steering wheel.

“That even if you get mad and refuse to speak to me, I should be driving to a hospital, because you just got hit by a car?” he asked, keeping resolutely focused on the road. 

“Oh. My god. I did not get hit by a car! But I’m not having this argument again, especially when it’s not what I was talking about.” You hid your wince as raising your voice twinged your battered ribs. 

“What were you talking about then?”

“We never finished our conversation last night…”

“Isn’t that why we’re going to Sean’s? To do that?”

“No, I...mean about what I said. And what you just said…” You tucked your knee up against your chest, heel resting on the seat, hugging one arm loosely around it as you spoke.

“Today’s been a mess, can we skip being cryptic?” he sighed, frustration pouring out of him.

You hesitated a moment, biting at the corner of your thumb, fretting and worrying it between your teeth. You felt a little guilty, realizing how heavily everything (whatever everything was) must be sitting, knowing he was usually so relaxed and unworried. Maybe now wasn’t the time for this, but now that you’d started, you couldn’t see a way back. 

“You said you loved me,” you finally answered quietly. 

“...yeah…” the tone of his voice wasn’t quite a question but equally wasn’t not one. 

“We’ve never said that before.”

“I know.” 

“And yesterday, I  said...it slipped out like it was nothing but it’s not nothing. It was kind of everything, right? And there should have maybe been more ceremony to saying it, it should have been a big deal. It was a big deal. I don't know how it happened, or I guess why, but it felt right. It feels right. Because I do. Love you I mean, and I think I've been trying to say it and maybe I just had to stop thinking about it, and now we can say it. Or I can, you don't have—”

“Baby girl, will you stop a second? I know what I said, and what you said. I wouldn’t have if I didn’t mean it. You're amazing and out of my league and I have to stop and remind myself this isn't a dream or a prank. I love you, Y/N. I’ve wanted to tell you for a while now too, but I thought it was moving fast, didn’t want to freak you out.”

“Derek, I…” you bit your lip, feeling like your heart was about to beat out of your chest and your head was fuzzy and overwhelmed. The feeling stung and you hissed as you released it. "I…"

“I know.” He soothed as he reached over and gently took your hand in his own, as if you were glass. “Now as someone who loves you, will you please--”

“Oh look, there's Sean's street.”

Derek sighed, the sound filling you with no small amount of guilt. You flashed him a reassuring smile that didn't quite reach your eyes.

~

“So let me get this straight: You broke into this rich asshole’s house, as standard. And you found a murder closet and a girl chained up like an animal, and after you got out of there, you went BACK?! With no backup, no plan, and without telling anyone what was going on?” You stared at your cousin, eyebrows raised in disbelief and hands on your hips.

“Hey, he had backup! I went with him the second time,” Derek protested behind you as he sat with a bag of frozen peas on his face, the best Sean could find as a makeshift ice pack.

You rolled your eyes to the ceiling, silently asking God why you. 

“Great. So both of you could get chopped up and dumped in a septic tank somewhere. Essentially disappearing without trace because there was no reason to connect you to this guy. Fucking genius.”

You tried to keep your voice level as the idea of potentially losing them caused a seed of panic to bloom in your stomach, mingling with the lingering pain of your accident to make it roil with nausea. You could feel the slight twitch of your jaw and tremble of your lower lip anyway, and then Derek was reaching out with his free hand to run soothing fingers along the inside of your wrist. You relaxed slightly into his touch, reaching back to meet it and take his hand in yours, a grounding anchor. 

“Please tell me that’s not where you left your bright, obvious orange fucking car?”

Sean looked sheepish and didn’t answer. 

“Jesus Christ Sean!”

“We panicked. There was a girl chained up and then she vanished. I wasn't exactly thinking straight.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose and then immediately let it go as a throbbing heat burst from it and overtook your entire face. “And then you went to the police station and said a bunch of shit including admitting breaking and entering and attempted burglary.”

“I said I robbed the place and took a credit card but then I lost it.”

“I hate you,” you groaned, sitting down and resting your face on your arms folded on the tabletop as the world tilted strangely. “I really, really hate you.”

“Helpful,” you could practically feel the sarcasm dripping off every inch of your cousin. “Noting everything I did wrong isn't going to get us anywhere. What do I, we, do now?”

You took a deep, steadying breath and sat back. “Do you have anything else connecting you to this guy?” 

Derek nodded sheepishly, slipping the credit card that Sean had “lost” out of his pocket as you glared. 

“Get rid of it. And anything else he could use to find you,” you ordered. You wanted to strangle them both, but you knew that would have to come later, after you made sure this Erendreich guy couldn’t actually kill them. “It's bad enough he knows you work at Nino's. There's no way that was just a coincidental prank call.”

“How do you know what to do right now?” Derek asked. 

“And how are you so calm?” Sean sounded on the edge of both awe and panic.

“Common sense. If this guy has high tech security he also probably knows a few things about using it offensively. And I’m not. But screaming into the void right now doesn’t help.” 

Suddenly, Sean’s message alert chimed and you all jumped, hearts racing like startled rabbits. 

“It’s Riley, just hang on a second okay?” He said, clicking the button before you could protest. 

His face twisted from his usual lovesick puppy face first to confusion, then to shock and distress. 

“I have to go,” he said standing up. 

Your hand shot out to stop him. “Go where? Did something happen?”

“I don’t know. I just...I have to go talk to Riley, right now.”

Just then your phone buzzed as well and you glanced at it, planning to ignore it until you saw who it was from. Instead you let go of Sean’s sleeve, holding up a finger to signal him to wait while you read.

“Sean, did you by any chance have...intimate pictures of Riley somewhere?” you asked when you looked up again.

“...Why?” 

“Because Jocelyn just sent me a text that says, and I quote, ‘Tell your cousin if I ever see him again, I’ll shove his pervy camera so far down his throat he’ll shit SD cards for what he did.’”

Sean swore, and you typed back a response, reading it aloud, “Noted. Fascinating imagery by the way. Is she alright?”

There was silence, and as it became clear that she wasn’t going to answer, Sean began to pace, tugging at his curls, muttering to himself. 

“This dude’s leaking sexy pics to get back at you for telling the police that he’s some psycho?” Derek said incredulously. “Isn’t that kinda high school?”

“Juvenile or not, it means you have a few things to delete, just in case,” you said looking at him pointedly.

“Aw man, are you serious? I didn’t go to the police,” he pouted. “And I like those…”

“Delete. Now.” 

When he opened his mouth to protest again, you added in, dropping your voice low, “We can always take more later, when this is over. I’ll even wear the--”

Sean cut you off with a groan. “Can you not do that right now? What am I going to do about Riley?”

“Nothing. Do you really think she’s going to want to talk right now? Or that you’ll survive Jocelyn?”

“I have to try.”

“Sean…”

“No, Y/N. I can’t lose her, I love her.”  

He pushed past you just right that you collapsed backward into the chair, stunned and out of breath with pain. The longer you went the worse things were feeling, and the more you thought Derek’s suggestion of the ER might be the right one, and you hated it. You tried to stand again, to catch Sean before he could leave, but he moved too fast in your current state, out the door before you could so much as speak.

The slamming door seemed to echo as you both stared at it, as if you could see Sean’s retreating back through it. 

“So...what now?” your boyfriend asked, standing and returning the vegetables to the freezer before they completely defrosted on his face. “Do we go after him?”

“I don’t think that’ll do any good. He’s being too stubborn to listen to sense right now.”

Derek laughed and you raised an eyebrow at him. 

“You calling him stubborn, that’s all,” he answered with a shrug. He reached over to pull you into his side. “Since you won’t let me take you to get checked out, will you at least let me take you home and take care of you while we wait?”

“About that…” you grimaced as you trailed off, unable to look him in the eye. “Promise you won’t get mad?”

“Why would I be mad, baby girl?” he asked slowly, as if he was afraid of your answer.

“Weeell…” 

Before you could explain that the pain in various places had been getting steadily worse since you’d gotten up from the sidewalk, or that there were a few seconds while he was freaking out that there were two or maybe three Seans, or that after he’d moved you out of his way you couldn’t breathe quite right, something else caught his attention. His eyes somehow widened and sank into a scowl at the same time.

“Y/N, why is your shirt red?” he asked flatly, fingers grazing the patch just above your hip that you hadn’t even noticed but was definitely wet and sticking to your skin. “Are you bleeding?”

The spot was maybe the size of a quarter, and on its own probably wouldn’t have been a big deal. But now that he’d called your attention to it, you started to register the odd feeling of several more similar spots and lines up your side and back.

“That’s...new,” you mused, staring at the blood. “Um...I think...you were right. And I should have listened. And kind of maybe got hurt worse than I thought.”

“Baby girl,” his voice was exasperated and tense, the undercurrents of worry and disappointment cutting to your core.

“I’m willing to admit that I should have let you straight away...and ask for you to take me to the hospital now…please?”

The words had barely left your mouth before he was half-dragging you back to the car and you sighed, you were never going to hear the end of this. 

~

The waiting room wasn’t particularly crowded for an evening mid-week, and you were grateful for that. It gave the two of you space to talk, and to take a moment to just stop without worrying that a monster might be lurking in the throng. 

Your head spun with the events of the day, the farthest things from what had been on your mind when you’d woken. It was hard to fathom that it had even only been a day. You let his thumb rubbing across your knuckles as he sat beside you serve as an anchor, keeping you from washing out to sea from it, and tried to focus on that singular happy memory, those three words.

The longer you waited to be admitted, the more agitated his movements and the little shifts of his body in the chair became. 

“Derek,” you asked, looking up at him from where your head rested against his shoulder. “You okay?”

“No. I keep thinkin...if the call to Nino wasn’t a coincidence, what if this wasn’t either?”

You frowned, dropping your voice to a hiss. “What are...are you saying you think this Cale guy is the one who almost ran me over? Intentionally?”

“Maybe. He’s rich enough to get a second car. It coulda been meant to be me or hurting you to hurt us…”

“I don’t know,” you protested weakly, taking refuge in denial because the idea seemed all too likely. “It’s a long way from phone calls and leaked nudes to vehicular manslaughter…”

“Maybe. But not from torturing someone.” 

His hand had tightened seemingly involuntarily around yours as you’d been speaking, and you realized as you both fell silent that one or both of you were shaking. It was no real surprise, both of you exhausted, and the possibility he’d given voice to was frightening, almost as much as the one slowly dawning on you.

“You have to go home,” you said, suddenly sitting up and turning in your chair to face him, “right now.”

“What? No! I’m not leaving you here alone.”

“Derek. I’m safe here. He can’t get to me in a hospital. But if he’s trying to hurt you and Sean by proxy, do you really think he’s just going to stop at girlfriends?”

His mouth fell open as he realized what you were getting at.

“Go home. Warn your mom and Bela. Get them someplace safe, and then come back for me.” 

“Bela and Nico left this morning for their college tours. She wanted to make sure they weren’t around for Dad’s annual apology tour.” He rolled his eyes, but sounded relieved and in any other situation you would have been amused by that tone applied to his baby sister and her boyfriend going on an unsupervised road trip. “I’ll ask Ma to come here and sit with you. That way if Sean needs help…” 

“I don’t…” you started to protest, not wanting him to go help Sean, or either of them to keep getting involved instead of letting the authorities handle it. Then you sighed, realizing that there wasn’t time for that argument. “Sure. Just go, fast.” 

As he stood to go, you reached out to catch him by the wrist and pull him into a kiss, taking your time to savor the feel of his lips on yours, committing it to memory. The fear coursing through both of you drove the connection to a more intense height than any you had reached before and it was all you could do not to keep him there forever. Reluctantly you let him go and he backed away. 

“Please be careful, alright?” you asked softly. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby,” he smirked but it felt forced, “which is why it’s going to take a lot more than this douche to take me away from you. I’ll be back soon.”

[dreamin-of-somewhere-else]

No Brothers Here

Request: could you do a sisfic where the reader is a teenage girl (like between 14 and 17) and the boys do something that embarrasses her in front of her friends and she gets really upset and they get really confused because they don't know what they did wrong? Thanks and I really like your writing. - Anonymous.

Characters: Sam + Dean x sister!reader, OC friends.

Words: 1500

A/N: Might have twisted the request a bit, hehe.

I found the picture on google :)

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It’s the begging of the school year, your last year in high school. Since you and your brothers moved into the bunker, you’re able to go to the same high school instead of moving around, which was both a blessing and a curse. Yes, it was nice since it got you a bit of normalcy and a real shot at actually making friends. But on the other hand, it also took away the excuse to why you never made any friends. It was a bit stressful, and it made you very cautious of your friends. Who could blame you though?

There were things that your handful of new friends could never know about. One of them was hunting, that was, of course, a big no-no. And while there were a lot of things they couldn’t know about, there was a lot they actually just didn’t know about. Like your brothers for instance. You never talked about them, because that would you lead to a chain reaction of questions and a whole lot of lying to explain it all. You didn’t want that. But then again, you didn’t exactly know how you were going to pull it off, you sort of felt like it was inevitable that they would find out. You were going to try your best, even though it was stressing you out.

It’s the last year of high school, a lot is at stake. You want it to be great, unlike the others, and you were willing to work hard for that. It wasn’t about survival anymore, it was about making the best out of it.

You were currently walking across the grass over the schoolyard, your friends in sight. Emily, Morgan, Olivia, and Aaron were all standing by the parking lot. They were your actual friends. A little spark of excitement jolted in your chest as you got closer.

The sun was shining and it was a beautiful September day. Almost a bit too warm for the jacket you were wearing, even. The muffled beat of some hiphop music could be heard as cars started to pull in and out of the parking lot, engines being started and shut off. The school day was just over, and everyone was on the move, leaving the area. The lone hiphop music was mixed with other tunes from other cars, like pop and metal. Classic rock.

”Hi!” Morgan smiled, gaining the attention of the others, and they all turned to greet you.

”Hey,” you greeted in response, accompanied by a grin.

Before you could continue, you frowned as you heard familiar tunes getting louder and louder. You gazed in the direction the music was coming from and you spotted it — the Impala.

You feel the dread creeping over you — chills through your body and a sinking feeling in your stomach. No. They couldn’t be here.

Rolled down windows, and Dean’s tone singing along to Metallica. The car came to a stop, close, but at least not right next to you. Within hearing distance though.

”(Y/N)?” You heard Sam’s voice after the ignition was killed, and you forced your eyes shut.

This was exactly what couldn’t happen.

You heard Emily’s voice speak up right next to you, she must’ve leaned in. ”(Y/N), do you know these guys?” She asked in disbelief, a bit weirded out.

You understood her, why was two men in an old, black, car, blasting rock music, calling your name? Especially since you had never told your friends about them. They were confused. Understandable.

You opened your eyes to see your friends’ confused and wondering faces, all intently watching you, waiting for an explanation. Behind you, you could just tell your brothers were waiting too, expecting you to walk over to them.

Everyone was waiting for you.

”Well, uhm— They’re… my uncles.”

You were a good liar once working a case — why couldn’t you just spit out something believable when you wanted it the most.

You could hear them talking to each other behind you. And since you could hear, Emily, Morgan, Aaron and Olivia, most likely could too.

”I guess those are her friends?”

”Looks like she finally found some.”

”Shh, Dean—”

You could see how Aaron inspected your brothers — uncles — over your shoulder. ”Huh, I didn’t know—”

”I’m sorry.” You blurted out, as you turned around. ”I-I need to go.”

”(Y/N)?” Olivia called out after you, but you kept on walking, forcing yourself to pick up the tempo as you went. Meanwhile, you felt how their eyes burned your neck as they stared, confused.

Soon you were back at the bunker after a very quiet 10 minutes in the car. Once you entered your home, you instantly took off, trying to get away from Sam and Dean. Only that plan did not work out.

”(Y/N)?” You heard Sam’s voice behind you. You tried to ignore it. ”(Y/N)!”

Then you heard footsteps, it was Dean running towards you, to stop you. And then you just gave up and turned around. Dean slowed down and stopped. Sam joined him by his side. Both of them were looking at you.

”What?” You questioned.

”What’s wrong?” Dean asked, with his ’don’t you lie’ tone.

You let out a humorless laugh. ”What’s wrong?”

”Yeah, what’s wrong.” Dean pressed, slightly annoyedly.

”I told you not to come to my school.” You let out, feeling defeated, your voice almost trembling. It’s over.

Dean and Sam sheepishly looked at each other, thinking hard. ”Yeah… you might have done that, yes.”

You groaned and got this craving to just lie down on the floor and stay there, conquered.

But you didn’t.

”Yes, I did.” The anger had vanished from your voice and left behind a certain distress.

”I’m sorry, (Y/N), but I don’t see the problem. We were just picking you up…” Sam tried gently. He wore this guilty expression, but he also looked confused. Like he didn’t know why he felt bad, only that he had screwed up.

”Because at school… I wan’t feel normal.” You tried explaining it.

”And having big brothers isn’t?” Dean asked, confused.

”It is. But if you show up to my school, in front of my friends — my first ever friends, actually — there’s going to be questions. And then those answers will only raise more questions. And then after that, more follow-up questions. Why haven’t you told us about your brothers? Where are your parents? Why do you live with your brothers? Where do you live? Why can’t we ever visit your place? Why do you move around so much? Why won’t you tell us about yourself? Do you see what I mean?” 

After finishing your speech you felt tired, panting light for air as you had used every last bit of yours.

Dean slowly nodded.

”I get that. I do. I went to Stanford for god’s sake, because I wanted to be normal. It’s just that… Why didn’t you just tell us? That’s what we are for, to listen.” Sam looked slightly betrayed, like he was saddened that you hadn’t told him. And now it was your turn to feel guilty.

”I’m sorry. I guess I didn’t want to admit it… And maybe I thought you’d be disappointed, that I wanted to hide you from my friends and so on.” You told them, staring down at your shoes, as you couldn’t really meet their eyes.

”It’s fine.” Dean’s gruff voice spoke up. ”I’m sorry you don’t have a normal life…” He then added, a little quietly.

”No, no, no.” You instantly interrupted. ”That’s not your fault. I don’t blame you, promise. Don’t blame yourself. You never had a normal life either, and that wasn’t your fault. Neither is this.”

Silence fell over you free as your brothers contemplated your words. That is, until Sam broke it.

”Are we okay?” He asked, his hazel eyes looking at you in a begging manner. As if he wanted you to forgive him.

”Yeah.” You nodded. ”Just stay out of my school. You already graduated, face it.”

Dean snorted. ”I never did.”

”No, Dean, that does not mean that—”

Dean’s chuckle interrupted you. Oh, he was just joking.

Then Sam stepped forward, opening his arms. You stared at him for a couple of seconds, thinking about it, until you gave in.

”Fine.” You said, as you rolled your eyes. You closed the distance and wrapped your arms around his torso as he wrapped his around you.

It felt safe and the anger you felt was long gone.

You eventually stepped out of his hug, and Dean took the opportunity to ruffle your hair, which usually resulted in you glaring at him, but now you only smiled.

The argument was over so quickly that you almost felt silly, but you were kind of glad it was. There was enough drama in high school, you didn’t need anymore at home. Not with your brothers, who after all, were your best of friends. 

Always have been, always will.

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Secret of the Sewers: Mutant Mayhem

The members of Hisako’s rescue party all watched in a mixture of fear, horror, and anger as Dr. Baxter Stockman came walking towards them, slow clapping like some evil villain from a cartoon. The turtles all drew their weapons, but stayed where they were, wary of a possible trap.

"I must congratulate you on your successful defeat of Project Fishface." Stockman told them, his voice coated with sarcasm and malicious intent. "You're the first of many to survive."

"Oh yeah?" Raph taunted, "Well our pal Leatherhead made filets out of your little pet."

"No matter," Stockman replied with a dismissive wave of his hand. "I have an entire tank of anglerfish just waiting to be mutated. What I don't have though, are mutant turtles, or a mutant rat."

Stockman then chuckled, lightly conking himself on the head.

"Oh silly me, of course I do." he said with a smile. "I have you."

"We ain't gonna be your science experiments Stockman!" Raph shouted, stepping closer with his Sai twirling in his fingers. "We're here to get our sister back!"

"Sister?" Stockman asked, feigning confusion. "I only have records of four mutant turtles."

"She's a human." Donny corrected, spinning his Bo staff before pointing it at the evil doctor. "A very special human, and we want her back!"

Stockman snapped his fingers as if remembering.

"Oh!" he replied. "You mean Project Oracle! I'm so sorry, but I'm afraid I can't let her leave."

Mikey laughed, spinning his nunchuks slightly before tucking them under his arms.

"You sound like we're giving you a choice." He retorted.

"Give us our sister, before things get ugly." Leo threatened, pointing one of his swords at Stockman.

Stockman fished into his lab coat, pulling out a small remote.

"Too late for that, turtles."

He pressed down on a large red button and the group heard a loud chorus of doors unlatching and opening. Down the hallway behind Stockman, they could see a line of what they could only guess were holding cells opening, allowing a tidal wave of large, mutant monsters to come barreling out. These new monsters stopped directly behind Dr. Stockman, all of them crouched on all fours and snarling.

"Turtles, meet Project Dogpound, my personal guard dog army."

Everyone took a step back, Splinter putting himself between Casey and April and the mutant dogs. Leo looked at Donny, nervousness etched in his face.

"Donny, what are we looking at?" he asked.

"Pitbulls, Rottweilers, Akitas, German Shepard… basically we're looking at a culmination of the deadliest dog breeds known to man." Donny explained with a gulp. "And that was before Stockman mutated them!"

"Well it's a good thing we ain't men." Raph quipped.

Stockman smirked.

"So be it."

He let out a whistle, then pointed at the turtles. The mutant dogs all rushed forward, fangs bared and claws out. The turtles charged forward as well. Finally the two sides clash. Stockman then took the opportunity to slip away from the action unnoticed.

Raph bashed one dog on the head with the blunt head of his Sai before stabbing into the chest of another one. A third tried tackling him, but Raph just picked it up and threw it into the sea of mutant dogs.

Leo wasn't doing much better. After dispatching one dog, he quickly turned around and kicked one coming up from behind him. As he brought his swords up to block the attack of another killer canine, he turned to see Donny swatting away dogs like flies with his staff.

"Donny," Leo called out pushing the dog off his swords. "We can handle the dogs! Get to a security console! Find Hisako!"

"On it!" Donny called back.

He then pole vaulted over the seemingly endless onslaught of dogs, taking off towards another part of the lab the second his feet hit the ground. As he disappeared around the corner, his brothers were left to deal with the mutant dogs.

Mikey kept bashing every dog that came close to him with his Nunchucks. Suddenly, a dog tackled Mikey to the ground, snapping at the orange turtle over and over. Fortunately, he was able to hold back the dog's teeth with the chains of his Nunchucks.

"Nice Doggy." Mikey said nervously. "I can find a bone for you if you don't eat me."

The dog kept trying to attack, ignoring Mikey's words. Just then, a Sai went straight into the dog's head, killing it. Its dead form collapsed on Mikey, who quickly pushed it off as Raph came up.

"Careful," Raph said extending his hand to his brother. "Or you'll give him all the bones he could ever want."

Mikey took his hand and Raph pulled him to his feet.

"Thanks bro." Mikey said.

"Don't mention it." Raph responded spinning his weapons. "Now let's end this."

Mikey nodded before the two rushed forward weapons drawn.

Leatherhead meanwhile had no difficulty tossing aside one attack dog after another. One dog was able to attack him from behind and bite into his shoulder. This enraged Leatherhead as he cried out in pain. He then grabbed the dog and threw him to the ground, then lunged at him taking a bite out of it. Mikey looked over in disgust.

"I don't think we have to worry about feeding Leatherhead for a while." Mikey quipped.

"Less joking! More fighting!" Raph called out as he bashed another dog.

Splinter was quick to bash away every dog that should dare try and attack him. He also tried to keep April and Casey behind him, unwilling to let them get hurt.

"You two find a place to hide and bar yourselves in." Splinter instructed, knocking a dog away with his tail. "I do not know how much longer I can hold them off."

"Hey. If you think I'm gonna sit this fight out, you got another thing coming." Casey retorted, pulling his hockey mask down over his face.

He then charged forward towards the mutant dog army, pulling a hockey stick out of his bag.

"Goongala!" he shouted as he came down on the dogs

As he bashed dog after dog, April ran down an adjacent hallway, away from the battle. She kept running, unwilling to look back and unable to process what she had seen. She just prayed that she would be able to find something, anything that would help her make sense of all this madness.

….

Donatello continued though the lab, looking for anything that resembled a security booth or a server room. He managed to find a door marked Personnel only, and quickly kicked it down.

"Come on Donatello." He muttered, scanning the different doors of the new hallway he'd found. "Everyone's counting on you."

He pulled open the first door to find what looked like a lounge for an entire swarm of guards. They all paused what they were doing, looking over at the purple turtle.

"Whoops." he winced. "Hehe… sorry guys… Carry on."

The guards attempted to swarm the door, but Donny quickly slammed it shut. For added measure, he smashed the door knob. He could hear the guards attempting to free themselves, but it seemed even the break room doors were reinforced.

"Okay, wrong room." he told himself. "Next one?"

He went to the next door, opening it to see a bathroom. Luckily, it was unoccupied.

"Nope." he said as he closed the door again. "Come on… where is it?"

He opened the third door, and grinned when he saw the rows of security cameras and computer terminals.

"Bingo."

He walked in, sneaking up on the sole guard, whose attention was currently held by the fight going on with his brothers and the mutant mutts. He tapped the guy on the shoulder.

"Excuse me." he said. "That's my seat."

The guy turned, only to get a face-full of Bo staff as Donny knocked him out of his chair. After bringing his staff down a second time for good measure, Donny took a seat and produced that same drive April had used before.

"Turtle Hacker, don't fail me."

He jammed it in the computer and the screen became a flood of green text as he broke through the system. After about a minute, there was a small ding and Donny smiled.

"Hang on Hisako." Don whispered as he cracked his knuckles. "We're coming."

…

Leo pulled his sword out of the last attack dog as his brothers came over to him.

"That's the last one right?" Mikey asked. "Please tell me that was the last one?"

"Yeah," Leo answered. "That was the last one."

"Congratulations." they heard Stockman say over an intercom. "You've managed to survive against Project Dogpound. It's going to take me months to collect that many dogs again. Even more to train them."

"Does this mean you're giving up now?" Raph asked.

"Hardly." Stockman responded. "I have plenty of other projects to deal with you. Project Tusks! Project Horns!"

With that, the hallway was filled with the sound of two more cells opening. From one emerged a large, fat reddish creature with bristling hair that almost seemed to look like a Mohawk. When it faced the group, they saw that it had a strange snout, almost like that of a pig, and had two sets of strange tusks. Two seemed to be coming out from under the thing's nose, while the other two seemed to be jutting out from the thing's jaw.

"What is that thing?!" Mikey asked with a terrified gulp.

"I think it's a mutant warthog!" Leo replied, equally frightened.

"Then what does that make his friend?" Raph added.

That's when the second figure emerged. This one was grey, with thick limbs that rivaled even Leatherheads, though the muscled almost seemed to resemble armor plates. Its upper lip seemed to droop down slightly over its mouth, its nose dominated by a large horn.

"It's a rhino!" Casey exclaimed.

"Where the shell did Stockman get a Rhino and a warthog?!" Mikey cringed. "EBay?!"

Raph took a moment to glare at the orange turtle.

"You know, if we weren't about to get pummeled by two mutant monsters, I'd clobber you."

"These two may not be my brightest creations, but they get the job done." Stockman told them. "Finish them!"

The Rhino, obviously Horns, scuffed his feet against the ground.

"No hard feelings, eh?" he asked. "We ain't got nothing against ya."

"Yeah!" The warthog, Tusks, added, also scuffing his feet. "We hate Stockman just as much as you."

"Then why fight us?" Leo asked, stowing his swords. "We can help you guys get out of here."

Horns snorted.

"I doubt it." he said. "Ya don't think we've tried."

"Hell, yer friend Leatherhead there escaped twice, and yet here he is again." Tusks added, tapping a strange metal collar that adorned his, and Horns' neck. "Besides, we try anything and these necklaces here will go-"

Before he could finish, blue electricity danced across the warthog's body. He let out a pig-like squeal of pain as he fell to his knees. Horns helped him to his feet as Stockman's voice came on the intercom again.

"Enough chattering, lest you wish to become the next 'volunteer' for the genetic splicer."

Both Horns and Tusks shivered, and from the way Leatherhead started quaking, it was obvious that this was not an idle threat.

"Like I said." Horns muttered. "Ain't got nothing against you, but you gotta go."

With that Horns and Tusks charged towards the turtles. Tusks picked up Mikey, spun him around for a bit, and then threw him into a wall. Mikey slowly picked himself up, nursing his aching head. He regained composer just in time to see Tusks charging towards him. Mikey then dove out of the way as Tusks collided with the wall.

Horns tried to smash Raph into the ground, but the red turtle was quick enough to leap out of the way. Once he landed, he unloaded a series of punches at Horns stomach, the Rhino just looking at him with pity as he did.

"Will! You! Just! Fall! Down!" Raph cried out.

This didn't faze Horns at all, and just slapped him away causing him to crash into a wall. While Horns turned to face Raph, Leo leaped up from behind him and tried to slice the collar around his neck. However, his swords didn't even scratch the metal, these collars obviously more sturdy than the one Leatherhead had been wearing. Horns turned around to see Leo standing there and attempted to smash him. Luckily, Leo quickly rolled out of the way, looking at the rhino.

"Will you stop trying to kill us?!" Leo shouted. "We're trying to help you!"

"Sorry." Horns apologized, getting into a crude fighting stance. "But it's just something we gotta do."

Before Horns could continue, Leatherhead tackled him to the ground. Horns and Leatherhead wrestled with each other, trying to pin the other down.

"Get away from my friends!" Leatherhead shouted before shoving Horns off.

As Leatherhead got up, Horns got to his feet as well and the two charged at each other once more. The two locked arms and tried to bring the other down to the ground.

"Come on Donny." Leo muttered as he prepared to leap back into the fray. "Hurry up!"

….

Donny scoured through file after file on the security network, trying to find even the slightest trace of his sister. He'd found an archive of old experiments dating back to the early 90's, and as he went through them, the purple turtle found himself getting sick to his stomach.

"Project Dirtbag… Project Overdrive… Project Quarry… Just how many innocent animals and people did Baxter Stockman mutate?"

Looking at the list, Donny was horrified to see that Stockman had over 123 different mutant experiments on file, not including all of the individual mutants under Project Dogpound. Still, even amongst these files, Donny couldn't find a trace of his sister.

"Come on Stockman, where did you hide my sister's files?"

As he went down the list, he spotted a subfolder for Other Projects. On a whim, Donny clicked it, and found two separate files. The first was simply labeled 'Specimen 051984', and the second was labeled Project Oracle.

"Found it."

Donny opened the file, finding an entire slew of what looked like video logs, dating back to 2002. Donny didn't know if it was morbid curiosity, or if he just needed to know exactly what his sister had gone through, but the purple turtle selected the Play All button.

On the screen, Doctor Stockman appeared. He seemed much younger than he was now, approximately 14 years younger if Donny had to wager a guess.

"Stockman private archives, date December 2nd, 2002." Stockman narrated off screen. "The Master has brought me a unique specimen to analyze."

The camera focused in on an unconscious girl with sandy blonde hair pulled into pigtails, wearing a dirty pair of overalls and a stained t-shirt underneath, obviously Hisako as a child. Donny gasped, surprised at how small and fragile she looked. He placed his hand against the screen, wanting so much to reach through the video and take her from this place before any of the horrible things Stockman had planned for her ever occurred.

"Approximately three years of age, the subject is a human female that seems to be in the 95th percentile for physical growth. However, this is not why she was brought to me."

The camera panned to what looked like an early MRI scan of Hisako's brain.

"According to The Master, this child possesses an innate ability to read mind, project mental images, and even manipulate another person's brainwave frequencies. He has tasked me with unlocking all of the secrets of this girl's power, and finding a way to harness her abilities for the ultimate plan. I think I shall call this study Project Oracle."

The screen went static before switching to the next video. The security guard attempted to get up as it did, only to be knocked back down again by Donnie's Bo staff.

"Year 1 into Project Oracle." Stockman's voice narrated. "The subject is now approximately four years of age, and yet, despite her youth, she continues to try and resist. She continues to insist that her 'Momma and Daddy' will find her and that they will 'blow this place to Pluto'."

Donny's fists clenched at Stockman's mocking and condescending attitude.

"I have continually told her of her parents' demise at the hands of my master, but she refuses to believe me. Perhaps after I show her the footage of their slaughter at his hands, she'll finally realize that nobody knows she exists anymore."

The static returned and Donny felt like Raph had used him for a punching bag. Stockman hadn't just tortured Hisako physically, he'd tortured her mentally too, making her believe she was alone.

"There's a special place in hell for scum bags like you, Stockman."

"Year 4 into Project Oracle. The subject is now approximately seven years of age and her mental capabilities continue to grow. Unfortunately, with her increase of power, she has developed a nasty habit of projecting a menagerie of red images on the staff. Many of the guards in charge of the S-Wing have had to be terminated due to a sudden onset of madness, and I've lost 17 different doctors to a persistent vegetative state. Luckily, I have recently developed a new way of disciplining Oracle into curbing her mental abilities for more constructive uses."

The screen shifted as the camera seemed to be put on a tripod, focusing on 7-year old Hisako. Donny gasped at the sight, the wood of his staff creaking in his grasp he was gripping it so hard. She was pale, sweaty, and had electrodes stuck all over her head. Some of them were attached to machines while others just seemed to be sticking there. Donny had a sinking suspicion why.

"Test one of the new disciple system."

There was a small click, like someone pressing a button on a remote. All of a sudden, Hisako just began screaming. As she did, Stockman just seemed to chuckle.

"This machine affects the pain censors of her brain, turning them on and making her feel like she's in excruciating pain when, technically, there is none. While actual physical punishments might still be in order, I do believe this test has proven successful."

Donny felt sick. As the screen devolved into static, the purple turtle scrambled for a trash can, throwing up violently as the images of Hisako screaming continued to haunt his vision. He'd thought he'd seen all of the horrors Hisako had experienced through her nightmares and through her Red Images.

He was so wrong it wasn't even remotely funny.

Stockman's voice came back on the screen, returning Donny's focus back to the footage.

"Year 7 of Project Oracle. Attempts to recreate a subject displaying even remotely similar powers to Oracle has proven… impossible. After 7 years of intense study of her, the origin of her powers continues to elude me. Even a complete DNA deconstruction has proven fruitless in unlocking the secret of her power. I've contemplated dissecting her brain, but the parable of the goose who laid the golden egg prevents me from doing so. Still, even if I cannot create more of her doesn't mean I can't make use of her. After all, a weapon that is one of a kind is unlikely to have a proper defense."

Static once more, then the next video played.

"Year 8 of Project Oracle. The Master has provided me with a mission perfect for Oracle's power. His ongoing search has become impossible by conventional means, even with that simpleton Hun's connections to the criminal underworld. Thus, I have developed a machine that can amplify Project Oracle's telepathic abilities on a city-wide scale. More than that, with some minor calibrations, I should be able to focus her energies onto the specific signatures The Master is looking for. While the machine does seem to cause Oracle some physical and mental anguish, it is but a minor annoyance."

There were only two videos left to watch, but Donny didn't know if he could take much more. He knew he would need to watch them to get any clues as to where Hisako was. So far, all he had was S-Wing, but he instinctively knew he'd need more before he could go back to his brothers.

So, with a hesitant gulp, he settled in for the next one.

"Year 10 of Project Oracle. There has been an incident involving one of my Mutation experiments, specifically Project Leatherhead. The behemoth escaped, destroying most of the S-Wing and eradicating a total of 42 different mutation projects. It even went as far as to destroy the only container of Specimen 051985 that I kept at this facility. However, it also made off with Project Oracle. Teams were sent to retrieve them, and though Leatherhead was successfully recaptured, it would seem that he destroyed Project Oracle as a final act of defiance. The Master is… quite displeased with this development and has ordered to reattempt to build an Oracle 2.0. I fear that this may be the end of the project."

Donny couldn't help but smile, finding no small amount of pleasure from Stockman's belief that he had failed. The final video began to play, and it was obvious that it was recent.

"This is a momentous day for TCRI. Previously believed to have been destroyed, Project Oracle is alive and well. More than that, her mental prowess has increased exponentially in her four year absence. Now, she is back where she belongs, safely locked away in her old S-Wing suite."

The camera panned the right, showing a view on Hisako from outside of the 'suite'. Donny practically jumped out of the chair when he saw men in black suits and hospital gloves looming over her. The tools they had in their hands could only be described as torture devices. The camera panned again, showing Stockman's face for the first time in the video logs.

"I take no small amount of pleasure when I say this: Project Oracle is back on schedule!"

Donny was two seconds away from busting the screen when he noticed something in the background. There was a cell directly behind Stockman, but it was completely dark. This allowed for a reflection to appear in the dark glass. Right next to Stockman's ear, Donny could make out a small, blurring rectangle, most likely a room number like in a hospital.

"Please work, please work." he muttered as he began typing away.

The purple turtle zoomed in on the small rectangle, enhancing the footage and flipping it. When the process was finished, Donny was staring at a plaque that read S-23.

"Found you."

…

Leo collided with a wall after being tossed into it by Tusks. He regained his composure as Mikey came flying towards him. He rolled out of the way just second before Mikey made contact. Climbing to his feet, the blue turtle offered his brother a hand.

"This is ridiculous!" Mikey shouted, getting back up. "How are we gonna beat these guys?!"

They both ducked in order to avoid the body one of the mutant dogs being hurtled at them.

"I'm open to suggestions." Leo answered back, running to face Tusks.

Mikey thought for a moment, thinking back to all of the comic books he'd read and the superhero shows he watched. Whenever the good guys dealt with an enemy that was too strong to beat, they always tried to trap them somehow. Looking at the cells that Horns and Tusks had come from, Mikey had an idea.

"Hey Leo! Remember that Batman tv show we use to watch on Saturday mornings?"

"Now is not the time for nostalgia Mikey!" Raph shouted, just barely holding Tusks back with Leo’s help.

"Remember when he dealt with Bane and Croc after they broke out of Arkham?" Mikey continued unfazed. "He lured them into the maximum security wing-"

"And tricked them into going back into their cages!" Leo finished.

"Mikey, I can't believe I'm saying this, but that's not a bad idea." Raph complimented. "Come on!"

The three ran towards Tusks. Tusks managed to get ahold of Raph, where he tried to crush the red turtle. Mikey leaped on top of the warthog's head and hit him with his Nunchuks over and over again. This caused Tusks to drop Raph, grabbing his head in pain. Mikey jumped off seconds before Tusk's hands crushed him, flipping in the air to land near Raph.

"Thanks Bro." Raph said.

"We need to get these guy back in their cells." Mikey instructed. "Stockman probably rigged them to hold anything those guys can throw at them."

Raph looked at the cage near Tusks and got an idea.

"Hey Pumbaa!" Raph called out, getting Tusks attention. "Come and get some you walking rump roast!"

Enraged, Tusks ran over to him, but Raph was quick enough to leap out of the way. Tusks turned to see Raph standing in front of the cage. Raph gave a "come on" gesture with one hand, the other brandishing his weapon. Tusks then charges at him full speed as Raph waited. As the two came close to impacting, Raph slid under Tusks, sticking his tongue out as he disappeared from sight. Tusks looks back as Raph got up, only to run face first into the wall of his cell. The large warthog slid to the ground as Mikey slammed the door shut and Leo reduced the cages control server to scrap with his sword.

"One down, one to go." Leo declared.

Horns was still wrestling with Leatherhead, along with Splinter and Casey. While the croc dealt with most of the fighting, Splinter and Casey did their best to provide distractions for the rhino, jabbing at his sides with judo chops and hockey sticks alike.

"Leatherhead!" Leo shouted. "Bring him this way!"

Leatherhead complied and started pushing Horns towards the cage. Each step harder than the last as Horns kept trying to resist.

"Give up croc breath!" Horns taunted. "You'll never beat me."

This enraged Leatherhead as he continued to push forward. Leo took note of this.

"Mikey, I need you to do what you do best."

"Leo, I don't think this is the time for a pizza eating contest."

"Not that, shell-for-brains!" Raph snapped. "Go make Leatherhead mad!"

Mikey nodded, then jumped in the air, propping himself by the door of Horns' cell.

"Hey Leatherhead!" He shouted. "I thought you wanted to save Hisako! If that's true, then why can't you beat one rhino?!"

Leatherhead's eyes began to glow brightly as Horns began to slide across the ground towards his cell.

"I mean, come on! You tossed us around like ragdolls a few days ago, and yet you can barely hold your own against one opponent! Some savior! No wonder you had to leave Hisako behind the first time!"

That was the final straw. Leatherhead ceased pushing, which caused Horns to stumble forward with all the forward momentum he had. Leatherhead used this to pick the rhino up over his head, tossing him into the ground where he slashed at his face several times. Horns tried to cover himself, but Leatherhead just picked up Horns again, this time by the throat, and threw him right into the cell. Leo was quick to close it and Mikey made short work of the control server.

"Way to go LH." Mikey called out.

Leatherhead turned towards Mikey, eyes still glowing as he stalked toward him. Mikey gulped and began slowly backing away.

"Um, you do know I didn't mean a single thing I said, right?" he asked nervously. "I was just trying to help you… umm… hulk out?"

Leatherhead raised a hand and Mikey flinched, awaiting a painful blow. However, the croc just patted Mikey on the head, the glow from his eyes gone.

"I know..." he said with a small smile.

Mikey looked up at Leatherhead's hand as it ruffled his hair, then let out a large sigh of relief. It was then that Donny reappeared, practically barreling around the corner.

"Guys, I think I found-"

When he saw all of the dead dogs, the two trapped mutants, and Leatherhead's hand still on Mikey's head, he paused.

"Wow… what did I miss?"

"It is a long story, my son." Splinter interrupted. "Did you find your sister?"

Donny's face lost any emotion.

"Yeah, I found her." he replied in a hard tone. "And I learned a lot about what she's had to deal with in this place. She's in the S-Wing, room 23."

"Then what are we waiting for?!" Raph demanded. "Let's go!"

The turtles all ran down the hall, Leatherhead right behind them. Splinter and Casey went to follow, but the latter paused.

"Wait, I should probably go find April." he suggested. "You guys obviously have this down, but April's never been in a fight. She won't stand a chance if someone finds her."

"Go, Mr. Jones." Splinter told him. "Regroup with us once you have Miss O'Neil once more."

Casey gave a nod and took off as Splinter went to catch up to his sons.

…

April had managed to find a custodial closet and was currently hiding behind a mop bucket. Every sound outside made her flinch, every shadow that passed by the door made her want to shrink even farther into the shadows than she already had. Never had she been more terrified, or more overwhelmed.

Everything she knew, everything she had come to believe had been completely and utterly shattered. Her once normal life had been uprooted by mutant turtles, psychic best friends, and her megalomaniacal mad scientist of a boss.

As she huddled in the dark in utter fear, she heard a series of shouts and cries, like someone was getting beaten up. April squeaked in fear as she heard someone hitting the ground, then someone fiddling with the door to her closet. She just prayed her makeshift barrier, made out of various supplies she'd shoved under the knob, would hold.

"April?" Casey's voice called through the door. "You in there?"

"Casey?!"

April scrambled to her feet, shoving her barrier aside and opening the door. Once she saw Casey standing there, pushing his hockey mask up to give her that cocky grin she loved so much, she practically tackled him with a relieved hug.

"Whoa there." Casey told her, gently holding her. "It's alright."

"No it's not!" April cried, tears of fear rolling down her face. "Nothing is alright! This entire thing is messed up!"

"Calm down April." Casey whispered, petting her hair. "Believe me, I know how crazy this whole thing is."

"I don't think you do, Casey!" April exclaimed, pulling herself from Casey's grasp. "Yesterday, the only thing I was worried about was if I was gonna get a good grade on my Science Term paper. Now, I'm hiding in a broom closet, in an underground, illegal genetics lab while a group of mutants try to rescue their psychic ally, who just so happens to be one of my best friends!"

Casey gave her an understanding nod.

"You've got a point." he admitted. "I mean, it's not every day you learn your boss is a complete and utter psychopath."

Despite the seriousness of the situation, April couldn't help but snort at Casey's joking tone. He put his arm around her, gently ushering her down the hall.

"Come on." he said. "The others found Hisako. We need to get to the S-Wing now."

"I'm so sorry." Stockman interrupted, walking in between them and the hallway leading out. "But I'm afraid you won't be making your rendezvous."

Casey pushed April behind him, drawing his hockey stick again.

"Stockman." He hissed.

"In the flesh." the doctor replied, walking towards the two. "And you must be Casey Jones. I must say, you're exactly as Miss O'Neil described you."

"Funny," Casey retorted. "Because you're nothing like what she's told me about you. She said you were some great scientist trying to do some good, not this sadistic freak who gets his kicks making monsters and torturing kids."

"Greatness is often mistaken for madness." Stockman told him. "Just look at Van Gogh, DaVinci-"

"Hitler, Stalin, Frankenstein." Casey interrupted.

Stockman paused for a moment, his eye twitching. He coughed, regaining his composure before continuing.

"I digress." he stated. "As I said, you two will not be making it to your rendezvous with your mutant friend."

"Oh yeah?" Casey questioned. "And who's gonna stop us, you? I don't see any of your little pets with you."

Stockman chuckled, removing his glasses and tucking them into the pocket of his lab coat.

"I do not need my creations to deal with you two." He replied as he loosened his tie. "I can handle a musclebound jock such as you quite easily."

"Then bring it, Poindexter!" Casey shouted, yanking his hockey mask down over his face before running towards Stockman. "Goongala!"

…

The group managed to find the S-Wing after what felt like hours of searching, even if it had probably only been about 20 minutes. It was a completely sealed off hallway, most likely an added security measure after Hisako's first escape with Leatherhead.

"This is it guys." Leo whispered. "Hisako's somewhere on the other side of this door."

"Step aside boys." Donny said heading towards the door. "This is all mine."

Donny got right to work trying to hack the door. Mikey leaned on the door waiting for his brother to finish. As he looked over his shoulder he saw several SWAT troops heading towards them.

"Guys," he called out. "We got company!"

"I need time to get this door open." Donny informed them. "Keep them busy."

"Do what you must Donatello." Splinter told him. "We will handle the guards."

The group charged towards the guards. Leo quickly delivered a roundhouse kick to one troop while slicing through another one's taser stick. Using his forward momentum, he swung his swords, cutting through about three more tazers before delivering another round of kicks to the newly disarmed goons.

Mikey went wild, swinging his chuks at each and every troop he came across. He knocked around a few, punching some more for good measure, and just for fun, split kick his final pair. As he landed on his feet, he looked around him to see the slew of unconscious guards.

"Whoa." he whistled, tucking his weapons under his arms. "I'm good."

Raph kept bashing and kicking every guard that dared come close to him. One troop actually got close enough to Raph to stab him in the gut with his taser stick. Raph screamed out in pain due to the volts of electricity surging through him, but mustered up the strength to grab the guy by the shoulders. Current still going through him, the red turtle head-butted the guy, knocking him out and causing him to drop his stick. The current stopped and Raph let out a thready breath as he tried to regain his senses.

"Ow." Raph said before returned to fighting.

Splinter seemed to be having the least difficulty fighting these goons. While they were highly trained, he was a ninja master. He struck several down with precise jabs to the arms and chests. Others were unfortunate enough to meet the blunt end of his walking stick. His rat hearing allowed him to hear his foes approaching from behind and he used his tail to trip them up. One guard got picked up by the leg, where Splinter quickly turned around and knocked him out before discarding him.

Leatherhead also felt no challenge in the fight. These troops were no match for his massive strength. He just tossed or smacked away all the troops that dare get in his way.

"Donny," Leo called blocking a taser stick with his swords. "These guys just keep coming! Tell me you got that door open!"

"Almost..." Donny answered slowly before the doors finally opened. "There! Got it!"

"Great!" Leo exclaimed. "Guys, doors open! Let's-"

Before Leo could finish, protective barriers slammed in front of the entry way.

"Aw come on!" Mikey cried out. "What gives Donny?!"

"I didn't do anything!" Donny shouted, trying frantically to get the door open again.

"I did." Stockman called out.

Everyone froze as the guards stopped attacking. In fact, they parted ranks so Stockman could come forward. The doctor had a bloody nose, as well a small cut on his forehead. In fact, his clothes seemed a bit rumpled and his tie was loose.

"This is the end of the line. Surrender now, while you still have the option."

"Or what?" Raph demanded. "You'll bore us to death with your science mumbo?"

Stockman just laughed.

"Not exactly."

He snapped his fingers as a group of four guards came forward. Two of them were dragging an unconscious Casey between them. The guy had a serious black eye, a swollen lip, and his broken mask hung loosely from his face.

The second pair had April in between them. She seemed to have her hands tied behind her and a piece of cloth between her teeth. She looked terrified, struggling as hard as she could in the grip of her captors.

"No..." Splinter gasped.

"April, Casey!" Leo exclaimed.

"Let them go, Stockman!" Raph shouted.

"Or what?" Stockman jeered.

"Or you'll need to mutate yourself a new pair of eyeballs!" He threatened.

Stockman just laughed.

"Is that so?" he taunted. "Well, then I have a quick question for you all."

He took one of the men's stun batons, flipping open a small hatch to reveal the voltage meter.

"How many volts of electricity can the human body withstand before going into full cardiac arrest?"

"You wouldn't dare!" Donny screamed.

"Come now Donatello, you're supposed to be the smart one."

He turned the voltage up, the electricity on the baton buzzing loudly as he closed the hatch. April tried to squirm away, but the guards just held her still as Stockman brought the stick closer and closer to her face.

"Stop!" Leo shouted.

Stockman looked up expectantly as Leo threw his swords on the ground, putting his hands in the air. His weapons were soon joined by Donny's staff, Mikey's Nunchucks, Splinter's walking stick, and finally, Raph's Sai. Stockman just smirked, looking at the mutants as they all put their hands up in surrender. Turning the stun baton off, he gestured to the turtles.

"Take them." he ordered.

The guards all jammed their batons into the mutants, causing them all to fall to their knees in pain before they all fell unconscious.

"Put the turtles and their rat master in the J-Wing." He ordered. "Make sure they have cells nearby. Don't want to break up the family. Put Leatherhead back in his holding cell as well."

"What about these two?" one of the guards holding Casey asked.

"Send them to the B-Wing. I've been hoping to get my hands on human test subjects for a while now."

As Hisako's would-be rescuers were carted off, Stockman pulled his cellphone out of his pocket, hitting his speed dial.

"Master." he greeted as the master picked up. "I have excellent news. The plan succeeded. The turtles and Project Leatherhead are now in my grasp, as well as two human test subjects and a new mutant for me to study."

"Excellent work Stockman." The master told him. "I look forward to reading your results."

Stockman closed his phone, straightening his coat and adjusting his tie.

"So do I."

…

In her cell, Hisako's eyes opened as a single word graced her lips.

"Guys?"