#and I KNOW that wing peircings look painful as hell

[the-real-couchrat]

Doodle inspired by @that-ghosts-art’s comic, which managed to break me out of and art block

The ensuing court case:

Bonus under the cut (TW for death, blood, injuries, and poorly drawn angles)

[mysticpaintersoul]

Jingles story: jingles was born an angel for many years he stayed in heaven un able to go down to the low life place that he wanted to discover aka earth, he ignored it even though it was tempting. Everything was good he had no worry in the heavens gates he never had to eat, drink or never got hurt till one day he lost it. Tired of being free he wanted to be "alive." And wanted to go to earth atleast he thought that was how going to earth happens.. he started to have a sinful urge to kill he was desperate!, anything just anything so he could investigate the world! He was killing a person one at a time though; it wasn't just any other person it was an angel he was originally an angel that was until a guardian angel saw him killing one of their kind as well as his they couldn't let that go so they went to tell the all and mighty God he couldn't believe it "did they comfront me!?" He thought to himself "yes i can finally go to earth!" That wasn't the only time he "killed" an angel he didn't really kill them cause well- angels are immortal all he had was their blood on his sinful hands he was punished into hell thus he lost his wings they turned into dust as he fell through hell he grew horns and a tail that resembled a jingle bell necklace and also a bell attached to his bowtie. The surrounding was all firey with a scent of rotten flesh he fell onto a pile of sharp bones which nearly paralyzed his spine he groaned in pain and had tears of stupidity and trauma just for a first glance at hell

"This isn't earth!, e-earth is all green and blue..this place is just all nightmares combined into one.." he got up while shivering in fear he glanced down at his hands they had sharp and jagged claws that could peirce through a living being he looked in a bloody puddle stunned and shocked at what he had become "A DEMON- I'M A DEMON!" a raspy voice in the background said "first time?-" jingle too scared to turn around he said hesitantly "y-yes.. it is.." The odd voice sounded familiar to jingles..he slowly turned around hoping it was the angel he was thinking of and it was, it was his good ol' pal sora "what are you doing here?" Jingles asked questionably. Sora said quietly "here to take you out of this shit hole." sora then held jingles hand jingles said while muttering but also confused "b-but what if that guy wakes up?" He pointed at satan "oh that guy?- he barely does his own damn work, we'll be fine he looks passed out on his throne." Sora then extended his wings and held jingles tight then flew out of hell to earth.jingle looked around earth "seems normal- do you think the guardian angels are looking for me?.." he new exactly what those bells were for they were for the angels to hear if he escaped hell, only angels could hear it so everytime he walked or ran the noise could be heard. Sora said " possibly." Suddenly a guardian angel flew right behind them and signaled more their way so they escaped off to the forest luckily fleeing away from any trouble it didn't mean they were safe though.

Jingles stays up traumatized forever from seeing hell but he protects sora while sora sleeps they still get chased not knowing when the coast of guardian Angel's are clear.THE END!

[bookworm-blogs]

The Dream

Spoilers for Chapter +253 of My Hero Academia!

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Shouta’s legs move as if on autopilot, and he looks around the halls of UA for any sign of life. The hallway is brighter than he’s ever seen it before and the world beyond the glass planes of the high school’s walls is nothing but a blinding white. As far as he can tell, nobody else is in this wing of the school or anywhere else for that matter; it’s just pure and absolute silence. He can’t even hear his own footsteps. 

“Hizashi! Kayama!” Shouta tries calling out. Surely the boisterous blond and perverted heroine are somewhere around here. In fact, Hizashi’s class should be just up ahead.

Shouta walks up to the familiar classroom and pulls the door open, but instead of seeing his friend sitting at his desk listening to radio or drinking coffee, all that greets him is black. Not darkness, not shadows, but an inexplicable, harrowing empitness, as if he’s gazing into an abyss. Shouta freezes up and icy cold talons grip his chest. 

“Hizashi?” Shouta calls into the dark, but nobody calls back. He hesitates then closes the door.

“Hahaha! It’s a nice day today, eh?” An achingly familiar voice cheers, and the familiarity of it seizes his heart and squeezes it. Slowly, he turns to look down the hallway, and as if from a mile away, he sees him. It’s not Hizashi, nor is it Kayama, but it’s someone he hasn’t properly seen in over a decade. Someone with wavy light blue hair that seems to float around his head like a cloud, someone with a lopsided grin and bright azure eyes that seem to light up the world in joy. 

Shirakumo Oboro is standing at the end of the hallway, dressed in his school uniform and his hands stuffed in his pockets. He looks exactly like how he did fifteen years ago before the incident, when he was seventeen. When he was alive. The moment Shouta’s eyes make contact with his friend’s azure ones, Oboro’s smile broadens and he races down one of the adjacent hallways.

“Oi, wait! Oboro!” Shouta shrieks and reaches out his hand without thinking, his own eyes widening further as he finally notices he’s dressed in his own old school uniform. His hands fly up to his face and feel for his skin and chin, but his skin is clear from any facial hair and is impossibly smooth for someone his age. Somehow, he’s a teenager again.

I can’t let him get away, Shouta thinks and sprints after the taller boy. His lungs fill with ice and his legs burn, but Shouta ignores it as he forces himself to follow in hot pursuit. I still haven’t told him all I need to tell him. I haven’t thanked him yet, not for a single damn thing he’s done for me! I can’t let him leave us, not again… Falling debris fills his vision, and suddenly the hallways around him shifts and he’s standing in the middle of rainy streets. Shouta blinks and the image fades away.

“Oboro!” Shouta screams, more desperately this time. Slowly yet surely, he’s catching up with the older boy until there’s no more than a few feet between them. Oboro doesn’t look back, though, and honestly Shouta isn’t even sure if he sees him.

Oboro turns up the flight of stairs leading to the roof and goes up three steps at a time, and with a mighty heave, the metal doors fly open at the top. The blinding white flashes in Shouta’s eyes and he flinches back so hard that his knees buckle beneath him and he falls to his knees with a cry.

“Ohh boy! Ain’t nothin’ better than a game of chase, eh, Shou?” Oboro’s voice cackles. Something rustles beside him and a large hand falls on his head. “C’mon, dude. It’s bright out, I know, but you gotta give your eyes time to adjust.”

“Oboro…?” Shouta grits out and finally manages to pry his eyes open. The world beyond is so bright, but after a few seconds of rapid blinking, he can finally see ahead of him. He lifts his head and meets Oboro’s eyes, which crinkle at the edges as he flashes the ravenette a flashy grin. 

“‘Course it’s me, who else would it be?” he asks, and Shouta’s lips wobble as tears punch him in the throat. Without thinking, he lunges forward and wraps his arms tightly around Oboro’s shoulders and crushes him in a hug. Oboro lets out a muffled “oof” but his hands hug him back easily. “Haha! I mean, I know I’m a pleasure to have around, but I never expected a hug from you, Shouta!”

“You stupid fucker,” Shouta sobs into Oboro’s shoulders. “Why do you have to be so goddamn selfless all the time? If you had just thought about yourself for once in your life then I… we…”

Oboro pulls him closer. “It’s an occupational hazard of being a hero, Shou. But ya know what? I can’t say I regret it. Lives were on the line and I had to do something about it, ya know?”

Shouta shakes his head vigorously. “You- you could have made a cloud to protect yourself and those kids at the same time! But you didn’t because you’re a goddamn moron! A moron above morons with no sense of self preservation! Did you think at all about how we felt!? How we feel!?” he snaps back, his voice gaining friction with each choked word. 

“I’m sorry.”

Shouta has so many more things to say, but the tears strangling him make it hard enough for him to breathe without sputtering in a pathetic mess. Oboro’s firm, strong arms hold him, and Shouta just wants to melt into them. Fifteen years is a long time, but the memory of these arms grabbing him around the shoulders and dragging him towards the future is something he’ll never forget. Since they first met with Oboro pretending to jump out of the window on the first day of school, Shouta has seen this boy as a brother. A friend he can rely on for anything, except for, of course, taking care of his own health.

“Mann, I must’ve missed out on a lot,” Oboro finally says. “I dunno why, but it feels like I’ve been here forever.”

“What did it feel like?” Shouta grits out, and Oboro shrugs.

“It hurt like hell for a split second, and then there was nothing. That’s the only silver lining to this, I guess. I didn’t go out suffering or anything,” he says, then lets out a short, humorless laugh. “Of course, there’s also you taking down that big ass villain on your own. It was pretty cool, you know that? Seeing you take down that fucker with nothing but your wit and quirk. I knew you had it in you, Shouta.”

No I don’t, a darker part of Shouta’s mind hisses. I didn’t. I still don’t. I don’t think I can ever take that type of pain ever again. Never.

“I’m sorry,” Shouta finally blurts out. “I’m sorry for being such a lame friend, for not being faster to help you out. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you. I’m sorry I dragged you back for so long. I’m sorry I--”

“Enough, Shouta,” Oboro says firmly and pulls away so that his blue eyes could peirce into Shouta’s dark ones. “It’s not your fault, you hear? There was absolutely nothing you could have done to help me without risking your own life. And that’s okay. You became a damn fine hero without me, and I can’t be more proud of you. You made it. You did it, Shouta.”

Shouta shakes his head. “If I was faster-- if I was better--” he stammers.

Oboro gives Shouta’s shoulders a firm shake. “You’re good enough,” Oboro tells him. “You hear me, Shouta? You’re good enough.”

Shouta shakes off Oboro’s hands and scoots back several inches. “How could you say that?! I let you die! It’s because of me that All For One got you, and it’s because of me that you became a nomu!” he shrieks.

Oboro shakes his head. “Neither of those things are your fault, Shouta. You need to accept that,” he tells him. “Besides, it’s not all bad. You brought me back.”

Shouta scoffs. “Why on Earth would you say that? Your face popped up for a few seconds in Tartarus before you short-circuited like a computer,” he says.

“I mean, you’re right about that, but you still managed to wake up that part of me. I’ve been trapped here for so long, and then for a few moments, I was able to see again,” Oboro tells him, a gentle smile playing at his lips. “Who knows? Maybe in the future, when all of this has settled, we’ll be able to hang out again.”

Shouta shakes his head, chuckling bitterly. “I hope we can,” though I’m not sure if it’s possible.

“Sure it’s possible,” Oboro says, surprising him. He blinks and his azure blue eyes are suddenly a bright yellow that glows like fire, and dark purple mist seems to seep out from his pores and rush up and around his body, completely consuming him within an instant. Shouta watches the scene in horror as the clothes covering Oboro’s body warp into an elegant olive green suit, white under shirt, and black tie coupled with black dress pants and slacks. A silver collar appears from under the smoke and wraps itself around Kurogiri’s neck, and the yellow eyes squint.

“After all,” Kurogiri continues, “how can you be so sure that I was ever gone?”

[theholyyuunoaduck]

Purpouse......every living thing has it but what is it thats what we all search for what we all crave

Perhaps life is just all of searching for that very thing that gives it meaning so what might be yours....hm?

Copper thats all that was registering towards his senses the taste

The smell full of copper yuu was suspended in the air by his friends possessed body being held by the throat beaten badly the remenants of his sword formed of salt began to crumble yet his hand gripped and gripped the handle of his blade as if it would somehow save everyone and everything the markings across his body from the curse began to receed

"Ah...i wish the sky was blue instead of this red shade" he would think to himself

"You know its rude to ignore the one you love when they ask you something" her voice or perhaps his voice reverberated in his ears the melodic tone of shigamas vocal cords ran through his brain sounding like the mix of the both of them

Go......to hell...

Hmm intresting

Shigama braught yuu's face closer to the body of the possessed girl with lilac hair her wings seemed to suspend them both in the air looking as if her lips were mere inches from his as her lips parted revealing her fangs

What makes you think this isnt hell already

Her lips curled around his exposed neck but stopped midway as her body shook ever so slightly as if there was a break sputtering towards a stop

H..haha...still trying to fight are you shinoa....just stay asleep for a while longer....it'll all be over soon

Yuu now!! A voice entered yuu's mind as if the words were always there the familiar voice of his demon called out to him they wouldn't receive this chance again and yuu knew it

There was no time for hesitation

No room to falter right now everything had been entrusted to him guren his freinds his family everyone was counting on him the entire world but most importantly shinoa was counting on him and he knew this as his blade peirced her heart before shi could regain control of the body he so longed for the perfect vessel as he would always call it

Gh! H-how dare you..! The angelic figure sputtered and coughed blood doing his best to pull away but yuu wouldnt let him get away they both began to fall together towards the fall however this was of no concern to yuichiro as he closed his eyes and took another deep breath within himself

The wind blew through his hair and the sweet scent of roses tickled his nostrils as he opened his eyes he no longer found himself within the world only humans new the plane of existence we could all see and feel now he was within her heart asuramaru had been right this was the only way to enter her heart the sensation falling did not leave him as he looked around the white cloudy noise that seemed to perfiate all around him he was now within the demons heart and his destination where the iron doors leading to the heart of another the source of the sickly sweet smell of petals dancing in the wind his wounds had healed and he felt as if there was nothing that could stop him however he knew this to be far from the truth

Youll only have a few minutes before the angel takes over yuu...and once you give me to shinoa

Ill be gone....right we already know the plan....lets just hope i can do this....

We will....

Right......yuu's eyes no longer held the depth of despair and emptiness his eyes gleamed with new found determination and purpose everyone was counting on him

She is counting on him his eyes began to turn a shade of darkness that would swallow the ocean themselves leaving the iris of them stained with honey a sweet flavor perhaps the only sweet thing that could be said about all day since the fight had begun as he passed through the gates that seemed unmovible before his sense of balance began to shift as if the earth within their hearts rotated and started pulling him up rather than gravity pulling him down and there he was the vestige of everything leading up to this moment all the suffering the pain the loss all of it culminated before his eyes the angel seemed to not have noticed but only a naive fool would beleive in those thoughts it was more accurate to say he did not acknowledged his existence as a threat chosing instead to keep his back turned consuming his long awaited prize blood trickling from his fangs as he panted and let go of the milky white skin of shinoa's neck perverted by the crimson wholes that gave evidence of shigama's testiment towards the word vampire

Shinoa was slumped over chained to pillars as if she was long gone but the world around them the deep red rather than the white skys would say other wise his senses were now more in tune due to the curse and the angel that the boy seemed to be comprised of his ears could catch it the faint yet evident beating of her heart so much of it had already been consumed by the demon a tenth maby even less had remained of the girl and this infuriated him to no end his teeth grinded his fists clenched as he stared down the monster before him the fight against time.....the fight to save her heart her very existence was about to begin and the odds had never been stacked higher against him and he knew this his breath hitched but from what he could not descern from fear? Fear of what? Fear of death? He had died before multiple times in fact no he did not fear death....there was only one word that could describe this feeling

Anger

Pure unfiltered rage thats all that clouded his mind the images playing freshly within his mind of shigamas pale lips against her neck the deep gnashes within his friends his father were they dead? He couldn't think of such things right now

He needed to focus

Thats right yuu focus your attention here...right now for this will be....your final death......the beautifull angel turned to look towards his creation

I will be God by the end of this ba-

He could not finish the words before yuu charged him focusing everything he had towards his speed pushing him farther and farther towards the open gates he had tried so long to open yet could never so much as budge them he was surely suprised by this development as he flapped his wings open hoping to stop the momentum of yuu's wings and physical strength that focused on the point of his neck it was obvious what his goal was remove him.from the heart of his beloved

GRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

The room filled with his anger his rage but it would not be enough as his heels began to screetch against the walls that were stained red signifying shinoa's humanity

ASURA-KANNON: THOUSAND BLADES

Yuu yelled at the top of his lungs with such force the taste of copper began to fill his mouth again

Thousands of blades appeared from nowhere and everywhere all of them fixed on a single point aimed and poised towards one objective

FORCE HIM OUT

Yuu yelled once again as the blades all flew towards the pair that seemed to slow in their stop every milla second that passed

Youre desperate.... He said calmly as the blades began hurdling towards him causing smoak to rise with each blade hitting him causing his body to take another screetching inch backwards towards the door

He was right yuu knew this all too well this wasnt a sign of strength being able to push shigama doji back this was an act of desperation forcing every muscle strand to strain and pop all in the vain effort to force him out as fast as he could before his body would give out

Klank the final blade hit the floor with the sound that seemed to echo once again deepening yuu's despair he gasped looking up as shigama slapped him across the face sending him huddling towards the spot where this all began rolling through the floor he gasped coming out of the ground panting the dust just begginging to settle

Fuck....

Mmm smart....but that was all instinct wasnt it yuichiro

Had you not blocked that attack when you had

The dust revealed yuichiro's mangled arm that seemed to be a simple cracker after dropping it from the empire state while the other was completely grinded to dust

Youd have lost your head.....

It was a good attempt dont get me wrong...futile as it may have been

Yuu began to wobble back to his feet the blade of salt begginging to form within his palm

Oh please...shigama crossed the distance between the both of them within the flash of a second split by the same blade that so desperately tried to sever his head and push him back a second ago

The explosion of the impact destroyed the pillars holding shinoa down crushing her body underneath the same pillars and sent yuichiros blade flying through the air slicing it and landing near her viscinity

Atop him was the angel that seemed to toy with him yuu's hands seemed to bearly hold hi head away from him

N-nghh!! His grunts where loud and strained he gasped as shi's needle like fangs punctured his neck like wet paper he gasped in pain and tugged at the hair of the beast his body began to go limp as he looked towards shinoa for what felt like would be the last time....how many times has he failed her in such a way..

Shi...shinoa..!....please..!

His hand outstretched towards the rubble and his blade

Shinoa...please was all that she could hear where was she was this a dream it sure felt like one weightless and without strength as if no matter how hard her fists would move itd feel as if something held her force back within a dream but she willed every finger every fiber of her being to reach towards the emerald blade so close to her if only she could reach out for it

Yuu's vision began to fade towards black perhaps this was finally the time to resign there would be no happy ending no hero saving the day after all he aways wasn't much of a hero the real hero to him had always been

Her

His eyes shot up as wide as they could possibly go to see the strands of lilac push against the winds of fate as his head rung from the blow and her battle cry she was doing it she peirced the blade through the monsters shoulder and pushed him towards his destination

HRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

She yelled at the top of her lungs pushing and pushing once again shigama flapped his majestic wings but this time in desperation

Shit!! Stop!

GRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

shi turned his head to witness the monester that yelled that same cry once again the angel he had created charged at the both of them and held tight to the appendages that begged to be let go in order to stop the flow of motion however

HAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

GRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

They yelled in unison as they both with all their combined might threw the first outside the walls and quickly shut behind them the world no longer red but white they had succeded in the first step to victory the first shook in anger and looked towards his hands that trembled but not shierly of anger nor fear but from weakness having been ripped out of his hosts perfect body essentially split his power by half...the other half found its way towards their true owner as she puffed her chest with her trademark smirk

The balls on our side now...

Grr....dont be so cocky now..ive been in before and ill return once more

The both of them stood up panting staring down their assailent hearts quivering in anticipation at what would be undoubtedly their final confrontation as their eyes glossed over with determination and anger every emotion culminated in thousands of years burned within their eyes as they stood up slowly

I forgot who asked me to write what i would think about would be the ending of owari no seraph and i have to say sorry!! Dyslexia is a bitch!! If you remmember who you are please slap me for forgetting

Anyway to keep my stories fresh ill be posting it in peices

[fireloom]

You Make Me Bleed

A prompt fill for @luciferprompts! The story is not exactly like the prompt but the general theme is similar. Since I had this sitting lonely in my drafts I thought I'd stick it onto a prompt and see if anyone likes it :P very messy, very quick so don't be too harsh! My first, but certainly not last, Lucifer fanfic. Critique very welcome! Please enjoy :)

Neither can you.

The words have hardly a moment to pass through Lucifer’s head before the comforting, foreboding feeling of mortality embraces him. The phantom pain of his damaged wings return. Lucifer already knows Chloe is near before her footsteps echo down the stairs. At her call of his name, he masks his agony and stands to turn to her.

Chloe halts in her stride and stares. She stares not at Peirce's body, not at the carnage of henchmen around them, nor the bloodied feathers scattering the floor. She stares at Lucifer.

"It's all real." She steps back once, twice, thrice... Lucifer’s heart drops in his chest. He can always tell the face of a mortal discovering divinity. It can only mean one thing in this moment. And what a horribly ironic thing it is aswell.

Lucifer want to say something, anything to calm the detective, to show her he is still the same person, even though he is the the Devil. Not a word gets past his lips before pain takes over. The numbing immortality gave him is gone. The blood pours once more.

Lucifer sputters a great cough, and clutches at his stomach, sinking to his knees. He wretches up red flecks into his hands as a terrible coughing fit overtakes him. His mind fogs with the first signs of blackout. Blood pours down his shoulders through the multi-dimensional doorway in which he hides his wings. He didn't even know his wings could bleed like this. At least The skin on his hands is returning to it's normal pinky human colour.

Chloe snaps out of her trance as best she can and runs up to him. Devil or not, he's hurt and needs her help. "I'll call for an ambulance."

"No hospitals," lucifer groans through clenched teeth. "Lux!" Chloe grabs his arm and lifts him to his feet. She helps him hobble outside and shoved him in her car. By the time Chloe climbs into the driver's seat, Lucifer has lost consciousness.

______

Three suburbs, two red lights, and one narrowly avoided accident later and Chloe speeds the police car, sirens raging, down the highway. Lucifer is unconscious. He drifts between awareness blackout every few minutes. Chloe is more than worried for him, but secretly relieved for his stupor. She doesn't hear his tormented cries of pain that break her heart in two.

Chloe's eyes wander off the road for a second and when they return the tail lights of the car ahead comes closer than she anticipated. Chloe floors the breaks and the car is send slowing with loud skids. She braces against the stopping momentum that pushes her body forward, then jerks back as her car halts a mere foot from the forward car’s number plate.

Lucifer, who is too passed out to brace himself, bashes his head against the seat back as the car stops. He comes crashing back into consciousness. A guttural groan escapes his lips as he keens forward, taking his head in his hands. He grasps at his hair in an attempt to quiet the growls of anguish.

Chloe frowns and grits her teeth. She's never seen so much pain in one person before, and especially not the one person who pretends he doesn't feel any. Lucifer's whines dwindle to whimpers. He raises his head and peers out the windscreen. His eyes widen.

"No! No hospitals." They pass sign after sign stating the hospital is on the second exit, five miles ahead.

"You're dying!" Chloe protests, "you need to go to the ER."

"I need to go to Lux." Chloe clenches the steering wheel and accelerates. "I can't-" lucifer scrunched his face and grits his teeth against another wave of agony. "C-cant control it."

Before Chloe can ask what, Lucifer's left wing shoots out and smacks her in the face.Her chest is splattered with tiny red droplets of blood. She loses grip of the wheal and the car swerves dangerously.

Lucifer pulls his bloodied wings back to his chest but he hasn't the consciousness to vanish them. Instead the curl around his torso. To Chloe they look almost like a cocoon. He's right. Lucifer can turn up to the hospital with his (Chloe can't believe she's thinking this) divinity on display.

Chloe pulls away from the highway and turns toward Lux.

_____

The elevator door opens to Lucifer's apartment and the two stumble out. Lucifer relies heavily on Chloe's support to stay upright. By now his suit is blood stained and getting even damper. How much can these wings bleed? He can also feel four... no five bullets lodged in his body. Nowhere vital at least.

"Lucifer!" Dan and Ella exclaim at once and leap forward to help him. They take his arms and begin to lead him to the couch. At the edge of the lounge lucifer can stand no longer and drops to his knees. He catches himself by his hands on the floor. All police officers immediately come to his aid.

Chloe pushes in front and lifts his chest, draping his arms over her shoulders and pushing him to sit back onto his heels. Lucifer's vision swims in black but he can still make out Chloe's face in front of his. Her eyes fill with concern. Tears pricks at their edges. Lucifer manages the strength to bring his hand to Chloe's head. He leans forward to press his forehead to hers. Lucifer stares into her with eyes of the underworld.

"You need to leave," he whispers.

Chloe shakes her head. "No. I'm staying." Lucifer begins to protest but another wave of pain flow through his body. He hunches forward, moving his hands to her shoulders and digging his nails into her skin. His eyes begin to sting with the coming of tears. Lucifer's whole body shakes from exertion. Now he also shakes with sobs that begin to rack his chest. For some reason, crying alleviates the pain, if only for a moment. He hardly thinks of what a scene he must be making, how worried his friends would be. Too much is hurting for him to care for such trivial matters.

The flood gates break and out flows the stream of cries and broken breaths. He lifts his head and locks eyes with chloe, knowing his are full of torment. In a voice plagued with pity and whimper, Lucifer cries her name. Not in a way of blame or forsaking but how a child calls for their mother. Darkness takes hold as his broken voice tempers out. He collapses into chloe's arms.

______

Chloe holds Lucifer close for a moment longer than necessary. Her eyes scrunch shut and arms tremble. Her heart aches for him. It's all her fault. It was for her that he might have given his life. Not now, Lucifer. You can't leave now. Chloe needs you.

"What the hell happened?" Dan ponders to no one in particular. Chloe doesn't answer. There are more important things to do. She motions for them to help her move him to the couch. As they lay him down he regains consciousness.

Ella pulls out her cell phone and begin to dail. "I'm calling an ambulance."

"No hospitals," lucifer repeats for the nth time this night. Ella ignores him and calls anyway.

"Don't call them," Chloe states with seriousness.

Ella looks to her in bewilderment. "He's dying, Chloe! He needs help."

Chloe gives her the hardest stare she's ever managed. For lucifer, she will not let them call an ambulance. He can overcome this, Chloe is sure. She hopes... "Don't call." Ella puts her phone away. "You can help by bandaging his wounds."

With hesitation and concern in their eyes, Dan and Ella run off to find a first aid kit. "Detective," Lucifer whispers, meeting eyes with her. "You need to leave me."

"No lucifer. I'm staying here." Lucifer winces and grits his teeth for a moment.

"You can't..."

Chloe's voice becomes desperate and cracked, "I can't leave you." Ella returns with bandages and gauze, going to work to identify the sources of blood. Dan comes with towels and pure strength vodka to sterilize.

"You have to, it's the only way." Chloe can't accept that. She cannot leave when her partner is falling Ill with gunshot wound. Not when the bullets were meant for her.

"I can't... Can't leave you."

"You have to," Lucifer raises his voice. Chloe stays adamant in her refusal to leave. "Detective," he warns with a hint of aggression. "Leave now."

Chloe takes a breath. "No." Lucifer lashes out, grabbing Chloe by the throat and pulling her close. Dan springs forward to pry his arm away but the sudden strength lucifer has found overpowers him. Chloe's surprise is not in the action but how lightly Lucifer holds her.

He brings his mouth against her ear. "You make bleed."

Chloe's eyes widen. Vulnerability. It's not just some metaphor anymore. These words have meaning now.

"I will heal if you're not here.” Lucifer pulls away. A snarl spreads across his mouth but his eyes portray sorry and they beg for forgiveness. "Now leave me alone." He articulates every word like the jab of a knife. To Chloe he mouths the words 'believe me.' She gives an almost inconceivable nod.

Lucifer loosens his grip on her then turns to Dan and Ella, who give him scared looks. "All of you! Get away from me!"

Chloe begins to stand but not until she secretly slips Lucifer's phone into his hand. "Come on, let's leave him be. We'll call an ambulance on the way out. He's too volatile for us to handle." Chloe speaks in a cold manor. Dan doesn't protest and goes to collect the hitman still cuffed up in the next room. Ella looks confused and begins to argue but Chloe shuts her up with a cold look.

Chloe can't tell if this is the right thing, but Ella's own words come into her mind. Chloe must have faith. Faith that Lucifer will heal in her absence, that he won't leave her to return to his fiery home down below...

Dan and Ella accompanied by the hitman enter the elevator. Chloe stays a moment more. She asks in her eyes if this is the right thing to do. Lucifer nods very seriously.

"Stay safe." Chloe enters the elevator.

As soon as the door closes, Lucifer cries a devastating wail, his wings finally unfolding in a flurry of damaged feathers.

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In the elevator, Chloe pulls out her phone and begins to dial. She presses it to her ear. Someone answers.

"I need an ambulance. A civilian has been wounded. He's taking refuge in the penthouse above the nightclub Lux. He has suffered multiple gunshot wounds and is bleeding profusely. He needs medical attention. Dispatch immediately." Chloe waits for the person to answer.

"Thank you, Detective,” Lucifer utters.

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Homecoming

Fandom: Lucifer (Fox) Rating: Teen Read on AO3 Read on FF.net Summary: Set in Season 3 after Episode 21. A short angsty drabble of Lucifer's reaction to the cliffhanger at the end. Probably a one-shot. Spoilers and full summary under cut.

CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2

Full Summary: Lucifer has been thinking about his place in Chloe's life now that she has Peirce. He decides he doesn't fit into her life anymore, and therefore, doesn't belong on earth anymore. Author’s Note: May or may not continue this depending on how well it's received.

Lucifer watched Peirce propose, he watched Chloe say yes, and now all he could feel was this numbness in his limbs as he watched them embrace. Despite his mistakes, he couldn’t fathom how Peirce had managed to fix things with her, especially enough to get her to marry him.

He’d lost his chance to tell her how he felt about her, he’d lost his chance to say give her the choice to feel something for him. He felt his heart sink and he pulled away from the door, his wings seemed to react on instinct taking him back to Lux. He leaned against the balcony, breathing heavily staring across the city.

He felt… well he wasn’t quite sure what he felt, anger, sorrow, betrayal even. He shook his head and looked skyward.

“I hope you’re happy.” He sighed and took a breath as he straightened and ran a hand through his hair. He lit a cigarette and took a long drag, closing his eyes and trying to think through the mess in his mind. He knew two things… one… the Detective had chosen Peirce, and two… he had no real place in her life anymore.

He couldn’t admit it… wouldn’t admit it… but he could see how pathetic he’d been. He’d waltzed back into her life hoping things wouldn’t change, clinging to the bones of his relationship with the detective after hurting her. He’d hurt her when he’d brought back Candy, he’d hurt her with his shows of affection, only reminding her of the connection they once shared.

She was strong and she didn’t let her pain show to anyone; he had been so stupid so blind… he shook his head throwing the cigarette into the street and going into the pent house. He upturned the couch, threw the new TV across the room into his book shelf, he kicked the piano, it twanged loudly as he slid into the bar, a cloud of dust and glass breaking. He panted, glaring at the offending object before turning and pulling on his hair.

“Fine… fine… you’ve won.” He sunk to the ground taking slow deep breaths. “You’ve won father… I give up… being with humanity isn’t worth it… it isn’t worth it… I’ll go back to hell… just don’t let her stay with that twat.” He snarled. His breathing slowly calmed and he straightened himself, taking another deep breath. He glanced around at the destruction before shaking his head. That had to be a problem for someone else. He called his lawyer, amending his will, leaving everything to Linda. He trusted her to give it back when the time came… if the time came.

He’d only drawn up a will on the slim chance that he’d be forced back to hell, he wanted something to return to if he managed to come back. He wondered if he’d come back at all, if he’d ever want to.

He made arrangements for his beloved car to be taken care of, for the bar to switch management and as the sun rose the next day, he felt a sudden sense of peace for his decision.

He stared at the sun, watching over Los Angeles as he took it in as if for the last time, he straightened then went inside and groomed himself, the bags under his eyes were helped with a little bit of water and coffee, he picked out his best suit, smoothing it out and adjusting the cuffs as he surveyed himself in the mirror. He nodded steeling himself for what would come next.

He walked into the precinct, the detective was behind her desk, he managed a small smile as he walked up to her.

“Detective… Chloe… May I have a word? In private.” He asked softly.

“Lucifer… no… no more trying to outdo Pierce no more-“ Lucifer held his hand up and stopped her.

“Agreed. No more.” He nodded. “But the things I need to say… well I would prefer it if we didn’t have an audience.” He said softly as he gestured to Ella and Dan. Chloe hesitated, but upon seeing the unusually serious and somber demeanor Lucifer had she nodded. Lucifer smiled and nodded in return.

“Thank you.” He whispered, leading her to a quiet room. He took a deep breath glancing at the door.

“Lucifer… what is it?” She asked softly, despite her earlier anger, she still cared for him, and she was worried. “Did something happen?”

“You might say that.” Lucifer chuckled humorously before taking another deep breath and looking at her, burning her image into his memory. “I… I’ve had a bit of a self realization lately… a rare occurrence I know.” He smiled at her, and Chloe chuckled nervously. “I’ve been going about this the wrong way… this… living with humans thing… I don’t understand them much more than I did when I arrived here. The things you humans do… all this emotion… the feelings and the heartbreak… I don’t understand it.” He admitted as he looked down at her.

“Lucifer… I need to tell you something…” she interrupted, Lucifer shook his head.

“I can’t hear you say it. I can’t… not right now. I realized that I care for you, and I always will, but I really have no place in your life. I don’t belong here, among humanity… I don’t belong here with you. There is nothing for me here any longer. I just… I’m going back. I’ll do my father’s will, I’m taking Maze home… we’re going home. There are things that happened recently that made me realize that earth… Los Angeles… LUX… this isn’t my home. I don’t have a home… not really… so I’m going back to the place I come from… I’m going back to hell. And I know… I know you think that it’s all some elaborate metaphor, because you are a woman of science and proof and… I can’t give it to you. Actually I refuse to give it to you.” He corrected as he took a breath.

“Wait… Lucifer… you’re leaving? What about our partnership? What about LUX?” she frowned shaking her head.

“I’m sure you’ll find a new partner, I’m sure you’ll continue to be amazing, I really don’t do much but badger you and throw the occasional bad guy through a window.” He chuckled.

“I don’t understand… what happened?” She shook her head again, looking up at him, trying to see past his mask.

“Many things… this case… You and Peirce… Maze…” he sighed. “I’m done fighting to stay here. There is nothing keeping me here any longer.” He smiled sadly at her. Truthfully, he couldn’t bear to stay and see Chloe and Peirce together, happily growing old with each other.

“Nothing… nothing keeping you here? What about me?” Chloe blinked back tears, confused and hurt.

“You will always be the light of my life my dear Detective. But I can’t stay… not when I’ve hurt you, not when I…” He sighed and shook his head. “I don’t wish to ruin your happiness, if you’ve truly found it… I wish you, and your offspring the best.” He gently took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I hope you live a long and wonderful life, you do need to cut loose and have fun once in a while… and… please be careful with Peirce.” He added gently. “He really isn’t who he says he is… perhaps one day he’ll tell you.” He let go and took a step back. “This is Goodbye, Chloe.” He said her name softly as if it were sacred.

“No… no, you can’t do this, you can’t just disappear again after all we’ve gone through!” Chloe, poked his chest.

“I’m afraid I can, I will, and I am.” He frowned, he honestly hadn’t expected such a negative reaction from her. Then again, he wasn’t even sure what he’d expected.

“If you want to run away, fine! But no one is making you go.” She snapped. “I can’t believe you’re doing this again.”

“Chloe… I’m not doing this to hurt you!” He countered.

“Then why are you doing this!” She demanded as she shook her head, still trying to comprehend what he was telling her. “You know what. I was happy, this morning before you waltzed into my life I was happy! Peirce proposed and… I said yes and I was happy!” She accused.

“I- I know… I honestly didn’t expect t-“

“What did you expect Lucifer! You think that cutting yourself from my life will make me happy!? That it’d be sunshine and roses as you pull another disappearing act, well you know what! I don’t care! Leave! GO! I don’t want you here anyway.” She huffed. Lucifer drew in a sharp breath.

“Very well…” he bowed his head slightly to her. “I wish you all the best.”

“Yeah, whatever Lucifer.” Chloe turned to leave, storming out of the room. Lucifer watched her go, it pained him but he took a breath, collecting himself before spreading his wings and going back to the penthouse. He called Maze, informing her to say her goodbyes and to meet him in the penthouse in a half hour. They were going home.

Maze arrived in ten minutes. Lucifer looked up from his position at the bar, he raised an eyebrow.

“That was fast.” He commented.

“I don’t exactly have anyone to say goodbye to, you?”

“I said goodbye to the Detective.”

“And Linda? Amenadiel?” Maze asked as she leaned against the counter.

“They’ll figure it out… Linda would probably try to talk me out of it… and Amenadiel… well… he’d probably be overjoyed and don’t think I could stand that without punching him in the face.” He scoffed as he finished off his drink. He reached behind the bar and handed some whiskey to Maze.

“What’s this for.”

“They don’t make this in Hell… make sure we make it count.” He wrapped his arms around Maze, spreading his wings, the elevator door dinged as it opened, and Lucifer flew them back to Hell.

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I love your Riverdale Harry Potter AUs Can your write about Betty and Jughead go in the the Forbidden Forest for an article they are writing and they get separated from each other? And the aftermath of them getting caught and stuck in detention?

Hi! Okay, so I absolutely loved this idea with all my heart :) Thank you so much for asking me, I love it when people request things. I hope you like this

“Betty!” Jughead called. “Betty! Where are you?”

Jughead Jones swallowed, pulling on his beanie nervously. The forbidden forest moaned quietly around him, the trees creaking in the wind. He ran through the mist that curled around the ground, his feet throwing up stray leaves. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. Stupid, he cursed himself. It was all his fault; he was the one who has insisted they sneak out of the school and go exploring through the forest for an article in their school paper. They’d stuck together until Betty suggested they split up to cover more ground. She had let go of his hand and slipt away, like a ghost. Why hadn’t he stopped her? It would have been so easy to just hold her hand tighter, or even stay inside the castle, where it was warm and safe.

What if Betty was hurt?

Stupid, he thought. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

“Betty!” he shouted. “C’mon, Betts! Please!”

Jughead pushed deeper into the forest, the light on the tip of his wand the only thing peircing the veil of darkness over the trees. Every now and again he would hear something far away howl or roar or growl and would speed up, yelling even more frantically.

He stumbled into a clearing where the trees didn’t completely block the sky. From where he stood, he could see the stars and the faintest touches of pink bleeding into the black. Almost morning.

“Betty,” Jughead groaned, sitting down heavily. “Where are you?”

“Where are you?” a deep voice said from beyond the trees. “So far away from your gilded tower, wizard.”

Jughead sprang to his feet, wand at the ready.

“Who’s there?”

“Steady,” another voice said. “Put your stick down, boy.”

“Why should I?” Jughead asked, not moving.

“Stupid wizard. Crashing around the forest, drawing all kinds of beasts to you. We have something you want,” the first voice said snidely.  

“What are you talking about?” he said, raising his wand even higher. “This is all I have. You can’t tell me to-”

“Do as he says, Jughead!” a softer voice said, hardly loud enough. “Please.”

“Betty?” Jughead gasped. He took a step towards the voices, quickly stuffing his wand into his pocket, but before he could, two men on horseback rode into the clearing. Except, Jughead realized, they weren’t on horseback; they were part of the horse. Centaurs. One had a pale grey coat, speckled with flecks of white, and hair of the same color tied loosely back, and the other was a deep chestnut, with eyes a cold, dark brown.

Between them they held a girl, each by one arm. A girl with hair like sunflowers, usually tied tightly into a ponytail, now in tangles around her shoulders.

Betty Cooper.

“Betty!” Jughead cried, sprinting forward. Her head hung low, her feet barely touching the ground. No no no no no no no -

The chestnut centaur held a callused hand out. “Halt, wizard,” he commanded. His voice was the first one, deep and unkind.

“What did you do to her?” Jughead hissed. “Is she okay? Did you touch her?”

“A few of our fouls found her in the woods,” the grey one said. “We teach them things about your kind… They did hurt her. She did not fight back. Did not want to harm them. She will be fine.”

“Stupid girl,” the chestnut smirked. “What do you wizards expect? You’re not welcome here. If you enter our forest you will pay the price.”

The grey looked sideways at his companion. “Calm yourself. The girl did not deserve this.”

“Let go of her!” Jughead said, growing impatient.

“Gladly,” the chestnut said in disgust, dropping her arm as if it were white hot. Now she was half supporting herself, her knees slightly buckling, her arm still held aloft by the grey. He looked uncomfortable at having a human girl leaning on him but held her until Jughead wrapped his own arms around Betty, fully taking her weight.

Jughead looked closely at her face. There was bruises all over her jaw and several gashes around her cheeks. He could feel a bump on her head, and when he lay her down at looked at her legs found that her ankle was either broken or twisted.

He glared at the Centaurs.

“I can’t believe your children would do something like this,” he snarled. “What are we supposed to do?”

“We have made your superiors aware of where you are,” the grey said. “They will be looking for you. Just make yourself known with your stick.”

“And never enter here again, wizard,” the chestnut said. “Your kind…” he trailed off, scowling at Betty’s bruised face. Without another word he turned and galloped in the other direction.

The grey hesitated. “I apologize, boy,” he said gently, before following his friend.

Jughead gathered Betty into his arms and sat against a nearby tree. He rocked her back and forth, pushing the hair out of her closed eyes. Quickly, he sent up a shower of red sparks into the night sky, a signal to the teachers.

“I’m so sorry, Betty,” he whispered. Her eyelids twitched but didn’t open. He sighed, and pressed his lips to her temple. “So sorry.”

Betty Cooper woke up in a hospital bed. Sunshine poured through the windows, making the room feel hazy and comfortable warm. She blinked and pushed herself up. Madam Pomfrey stood beside her, fussing over her breakfast. Her head throbbed dully and her hair was in snarls around her head.

Also, there was shouting.

“- to see her!” someone cried.

“Mr. Jones, no.”

“Why not? I need to know if she’s alright!”

“She’s fine. Besides you are supposed to be confined to the Ravenclaw common room, are you not?”

“But, Weatherbee -”

“Jones!”

“Sorry, Professor Weatherbee. It’s my fault she’s hurt -”

“Then you understand our logic.”

“But-”

“No, now get back to your dorm, or so help me, Merlin -”

Suddenly, everything from the night before came flooding back into Betty’s mind: sneaking out of the castle, the cold of the forest, leaving Jughead, wandering deeper and deeper into the woods, and blinding pain as she was clobbered on all sides. She remembered how scared she was, how dark the night had been. She shivered despite the warm room.

“I just want to talk to Betty -”

She couldn’t take it anyway. Betty ripped the curtain that surrounded her bed space away and stumbled out of her bed, ducking under Madam Pomfrey’s outstretched hand. She could see Jughead standing in the entrance to the hospital wing, brow furrowed, with Professor Weatherbee in his way.  

“Juggie!” she said, making them both turn around. Jughead’s face instantly melted into relief. He pushed past Weatherbee and ran to Betty, but slowed before he could get to her. Cautiously, he held his hands out, afraid of how she’d react.

“Betty, I-I’m really sorry. It was so stupid and dumb and you got hurt and what if you died? And I know you’re mad and I’m sorry -”

“It was dumb,” Betty said. “Very, very dumb. Are you okay?”

“Are you serious?” Jughead choked.

She grinned as he wrapped his arms around her, hugging him tightly back. Yes, she had been terrified last night. But not anymore.

“Why didn’t you fight back?” Jughead asked into her shoulder.

“I didn’t want to hurt them,” she whispered back. Betty could feel rather than hear him chuckle.

“Alright, alright, break it up,” Weatherbee ordered, stepping forward. “Miss Cooper, I’m glad you’ve recovered, but I hope you both know how serious an offense that little stunt was. It was insane and dangerous, and, frankly, could have gotten you both expelled. But in light of the attack made upon Miss Cooper, it has been decided that a kinder punishment will be administered. Fifty points will be taken from Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, each.”

Jughead squeezed her hand.

“And you’ll both be receiving detention for four weeks,” Weatherbee continued. “Although not together. Very far apart. Now, Mr. Jones, get back to your dorm and leave Miss Cooper in peace, or there will be hell to pay. I trust Madam Pomfrey can see to your removal?” When the matron nodded, Weatherbee turned on his heel and swept from the wing.

Jughead glanced at Pomfrey.

“Out,” she said firmly, turning around back to brewing her medicine. “Once you’ve said goodbye.”

Betty grinned. She kissed his cheek lightly.

“You don’t have to be so worried, you know?” she laughed.

His face turned serious. “Betty… I am sorry. When the centaurs brought you back to me… I was terrified you were dead.”

“I know,” she said, holding his hand tightly. “I know.”

“You sure you’re okay?”

“Positive,” she confirmed, smiling.

“Alright,” Pomfrey called. “Out, Jones.”

Quickly, he leaned in and kissed Betty full on the mouth.

“I saw that!” Pomfrey said.

Jughead laughed and ran towards the doors, gave Betty one last look, and was gone.  

 Betty touched her lips. Today was a good day.

Okay, so I really hope you enjoyed that! Please message me or send requests, I really do love them :) And thank you soo much. This was such an excellent idea.

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Was Gonna Die Young (Now I Gotta Wait), Chapter 5

Summary: Florence has a gift- she receives visions and tells prophecy’s and has, unbeknownst to her, attracted the attention of some of the worlds, and WWII’s greatest villain. Now, she must rely on one man to help her out long after she helps him.

This is for @heli0s-writes​ writing challenge, the prompt “Die Young” by Sylvan Esso. Song Here

Eventual Carol x Florence Platonic Bucky x Florence

Series Warnings: Violence, swearing, abuse, depression.

Words: 2253

She was in the same room as James, training on opposite ends. Luckily she would have to walk past him to get to the dingy locker room. After receiving a heavy punch to her side, she was dismissed and she struggled to the locker room. 

She caught his eye and mouthed, “To the end of the line.” 

He seemed as though he saw nothing.

James, however, was filled with emotion that he had to stuff down while he trained a girl from the Red Room.

James crept into Florence’s room later that night only to find her clutching her side, crying, struggling to breathe. James knelt down beside the bed and tucked her hair behind her ear before gently lifting her shirt to see the damage. 

Her ribs were visibly broken and, upon gently feeling it James realized that her lung had been punctured, which is why she wasn’t healing- well, she was, and that was a part of the problem. James gently picked her up, and to the best of his abilities maintained a neutral face as he took her to the medical wing. 

“Punctured lung,” he informed the nurse who rushed her off.

“Soldat,” a young woman approached him, “you are instructed to wait here for your handler.”

He did as he was supposed to- stand at attention, face void of emotion all while a hurricane of feeling was ripping through him.

Much to his surprise, he was thanked by Florence’s handler for saving her life and he was given guard duty for her and instructed that he alone would train her. He remained at attention, face empty as he nodded at the two handlers.

“Wait here until she is out of surgery and stay with her. Wait for instruction,” and then they left. 

By the following evening, Florence was as good as new. Peirce informed her that the Soldat had saved her life and would solely be responsible for her training as well as the fact that he would be her guard in the facility and on any missions she was taken on. 

“Thank you, Soldat,” she said turning to James, who did not react. 

“We have learned that we cannot trust our other Soldats with your safety. You are our most precious asset,” he said,  stroking her cheek with his thumb. “You must be protected at all costs.”

As soon as he left, she shivered, feeling creeped out. Peirce normally does not touch her and this was an unwelcome change. She looked up at James who was grating his teeth.

“James,” she whispered as quietly as possible. His eyes shot to her, “It’s alright. I am safe. He won’t hurt me.” 

He shook his head, still fuming. “When I get out, he is the first one I hope to kill.”

It was easier to meet with James from then on out. He had begun having dreams from his former life and Florence would help him understand them. She began having visions again of the woman she saw such a long, long time ago and she shared them with James. 

“She is the most beautiful woman I think I’ve ever seen,” she said wistfully. Then her face fell and her eyes darkened, “Who could really love me though?” she whispered.

“Stop that,” James said bluntly, surprising Florence. “If you are unworthy of love, what does that make me?” Emotion filled his voice, “If you are undeserving of redemption then I belong in the pits of hell.”

Tears streamed down her cheeks, “No, James, I- I’m so sorry. That isn’t what I meant at all.” James stood up and headed towards the door. “Please, James. We both deserve so much more.”

He smiled, however, hurt shone underneath it. “I know,” he said before taking up his posting. 

The next time James approached Florence with her cards was around 2 years later. James needed the time to process everything he had learned from both the visions and the dreams he was having. 

And for the third time they sat down on the dingy floor and James shuffled the cards, picking up the top three. 

The Hermit

The 5 of Cups, Reversed The 3 of Swords, Reversed

This time, it wasn’t a vision. As Florence held James’ hands, James watched as her eyes rolled back and she began to speak, her voice far off.

“You will wander through the darkness before you will find light, but you will find the light. The man you once were may never find himself again, not fully. However, this will allow you to decide who you are, not the man you are now, not the one you were almost 70 years ago; a new man. Have hope."

When her eyes rolled back, James was staring past her, eyes wide.

"What the fuck do you two think you are doing!" A voice roared. 

The next thing Florence knew she was being pulled by the collar of her shirt and James was being forced to follow. Florence watched on in horror as James was strapped to the chair and was wiped harder than he had ever been wiped before. When it was done, a blank look was left in his eyes, almost like he was a ghost.

“Your punishment will be to remember,” they spat at her. “Now get up, you’ve got a mission to go on.”

Now, all she knew was the cruel passing of time. James still stood guard at her door and still was the one to train her, but there was always someone else there too. Her tarot cards were under lock and key and she spent her days meditating when she wasn’t on missions.

This mission was going smoothly. She didn’t know where, exactly, she wasn’t allowed that information anymore. She was sitting at a cafe like she was told to do, drinking a latte when a man approached her.

“Ma’am,” he said softly before asking if he could sit down. She nodded and rather than sitting across from her, he sat next to her. “Please don’t be alarmed. I am here to offer you a way out,” he whispers.

She looks up suddenly from the hole she was staring into her mug, “What do you mean?” she asked him, tone serious.

“I can see the faded bruises, the scars. I’m not sure what this person has over you, but-”

Florence smiled, “It isn’t a person, but thank you. It isn’t my time to leave yet, and I know that must sound like a sick joke but trust me, as soon as my time has come, I am gone.” She looked over the man affectionately. “What is your name?”

“Riley,” he stuck out his hand and she shook it. “What’s yours?”

Before she could answer, his phone rang and he picked it up, “Sam, what is it?” there was a pause, “Shit, that time already? I’m on my way.” He hung up the phone before grabbing the small napkin from next to her cup. “Well, here’s my number if you change your mind or need somewhere to go.”  And then he was gone as quickly as he had come.

Not even a minute had passed and the Soldat walked up to the table and sat down. He had seen the man and she had the feeling he wouldn’t last much longer.

Another mission didn’t come for quite some time, so she began to work on the skill of allowing visions without her cards. They were more difficult to understand and control, but that’s why she was practicing.

Two men were fighting in the air- no that can’t be right. She looked again and saw glass beneath them. One of the men was dressed in blue with a silver star on his chest, the other in black with a familiar red star on his metal arm. Then they were falling through the air and landed in the Pontiac.

Her eyes flew open. James would be leaving for a mission soon in New York. It would be from New York that he would escape to Bucharest. But how was she supposed to get him the information? How was she-

James threw open the door to her room and grabbed her by the hair, hauling her up to her feet and forcing her with him.

“You had another vision, didn’t you, my dear,” Pierce turned his chair around and nodded for James to release her. “I want to know what was in it.”

This had happened in the past, damn cameras in her room.

“Project Insight,” she began, half lying. “There is a man with a silver star on his chest that will try to get in its way. Unless,” she smiled inwardly, a plan forming. “Unless you send him,” she points to James. “And I don’t mean any Winter Soldier, I mean this one specifically.”

Peirce nods, accepting her answer. “Very well, return her to her room,” he commands James.

This time they walk back, and she does so slowly, he matches her pace.

“James,” she says quietly, waiting for him to react, one way or another.

“What,” he grits out, his mouth doesn’t even look like it’s moved, but there is a pained expression behind his eyes.

She sighs out in relief. “James, do you still trust me?” she whispers, and he nods. Quickly he pushes her so that they are hiding in a blind spot of the cameras. “Let me into your mind, they cannot know that you know.”

And for a moment it looks like he isn’t going to let her, but he does. She places a finger in between his eyes and whispers, lips close to where her finger is. “On this mission, things will begin to fall into place. Don’t fight it. Once you pull the man with the silver star out of the Pontiac, go to Bucharest. Then, in a few years,” she feels a tear fall down her cheek, “Come back for me.”

She’s done and suddenly James is holding her against the wall with his arm against her neck.

“What is going on here?” a man, Rumlow you think, rounds the corner.

“She was giving me attitude,” James practically grunted.

Rumlow cocks an eyebrow up, “I’d love to put that mouth to better use.” 

And she wishes she could punch the guy right in the nuts, but she feels James stiffen and his muscles clench and jaw ticks and she swears she hears him whisper, “over my dead body,” but Rumlow doesn’t hear, he just keeps walking. 

When James pushes her into her room, there is a sad look in his eyes, but then he’s closing the door and for the first time in a long time, she feels truly alone.

James never returned and soon she was being moved to another facility where she was in close proximity to “the twins” as they were referred to. She had ample time to practice meditating and allowing visions and, when the opportunities presented themselves, she would talk to the twins. 

Pietro was more receptive to her than Wanda was, the latter had buried herself deeper and deeper into the magic she now had to protect herself. However, sometimes, and this was more rare than when she could speak to them, Wanda would speak to her through her mind while Florence was meditating. Half the time the interaction was positive, the other half, Wanda showed her her worst fears.

Tonight, she was meditating when she could feel the magic begin to tingle in her toes and work her way up to her head and the vision started.

James stood with the man with the silver star on his chest- Steve Rogers, Captain America, along with Tony Stark, Natalia Romanova, Dr. Bruce Banner, and Thor, the god of thunder. 

“This is where an older, unoperational hydra base used to be.” James pointed to a spot on the map and marked it with a little figurine of a snake. Florence walked in closer, standing in the empty spot between James and Thor. “I think we could find crucial information here,” he stated, looking up at everyone.

“Buck, I know you want to take down Hydra, hell, we all do,” Steve looks up around the table and everyone nods. “But just in case what’s left of them moved to what used to be an unoperational base I think we should send in a small team... “ he pauses for a beat too long and places a hand on Bucky’s arm, “without you. We just got you back, I’d hate to lose you aga-”

“No, I get it. The activation words are still set up like a trigger in my brain, bu-” James paused and seemed to look straight at Florence.

“Can you feel me?” Florence whispered, “Can you tell I am here?”  She placed a finger on the middle of his forehead and felt his head nod ever so slightly. “I need you to find me, I can’t last much longer.”

Now everyone was staring at him so he took in a breath and continued, “But, if you are right Steve, I need you to find someone for me. I owe her my life.”

Suddenly the vision was tainted red and logically she knew Wanda was altering it, however, it didn’t mean it didn’t feel real.

“And I need to be the one who kills her.” James face contorts into a menacing grin as he stalks forward and places his metal hand around her throat, sucking the life out of her with her last breath.

[asianry416]

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200: My crush’s name is: no one for now199: I was born in: 96 toronto canada198: I am really: weird and hard to understand197: My cellphone company is: telus 196: My eye color is: brown195: My shoe size is: 11.5194: My ring size is: 9193: My height is: 5′9192: I am allergic to: idk I been getting heavy spring allergy191: My 1st car was: 94 lexus es300190: My 1st job was: kfc 189: Last book you read: my college textbook188: My bed is: wat? it’s queen size187: My pet: no pets186: My best friend: my 3 childhood friends from 11 years old185: My favorite shampoo is: head and shoulders 184: Xbox or ps3: wat about ps4? ima playstation guy183: Piggy banks are: easy to break into to182: In my pockets: my phone 181: On my calendar: i dont have one180: Marriage is: one of the happiest moments in a person’s life179: Spongebob can: cook krabby patties 178: My mom: is my life.177: The last three songs I bought were? i never brought songs...176: Last YouTube video watched: highlights of this years nba season175: How many cousins do you have? a shit load 174: Do you have any siblings? 2 younger brothers173: Are your parents divorced? yes172: Are you taller than your mom? yes171: Do you play an instrument? i played violin in secret all through high school170: What did you do yesterday? I went to the government office to fix my name and came home and just watched shows[ I Believe In ]169: Love at first sight: to a degree yes168: Luck: yes167: Fate: yes166: Yourself: a bit165: Aliens: yes164: Heaven: yes163: Hell: yes162: God: yes161: Horoscopes: yes160: Soul mates: yes159: Ghosts: yes158: Gay Marriage: yes157: War: knowing how greedy humans are and we ruin everything we touch its in our nature yes156: Orbs: no 155: Magic: no [ This or That ]154: Hugs or Kisses: kisses153: Drunk or High: high152: Phone or Online: phone151: Red heads or Black haired: red hair150: Blondes or Brunettes: brunettes 149: Hot or cold: hot148: Summer or winter: winter147: Autumn or Spring: autumn 146: Chocolate or vanilla: vanilla 145: Night or Day: night144: Oranges or Apples: apples143: Curly or Straight hair: straight142: McDonalds or Burger King: burger king141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: white chocolate 140: Mac or PC: pc139: Flip flops or high heals: flip flops ima guy i never wore high heels before138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: sweet and poor137: Coke or Pepsi: pepsi 136: Hillary or Obama: obama135: Burried or cremated: cremated134: Singing or Dancing: singing133: Coach or Chanel: coach132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: who the hell are they?131: Small town or Big city: big city im a city boy130: Wal-Mart or Target: wal mart 129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: ben stiller 128: Manicure or Pedicure: shit ummm manicure??127: East Coast or West Coast: east coast 126: Your Birthday or Christmas: christmas 125: Chocolate or Flowers: flowers 124: Disney or Six Flags: disney123: Yankees or Red Sox: fuck the yankees RED SOXS[ Here’s What I Think About ]122: War: will always exist because weapon businesseses and government make money off it121: George Bush: idc tbh 120: Gay Marriage: love is love why is this an issue 119: The presidential election: with trump in power he will fuck everything up not nationally but internationally.118: Abortion: tbh if u get pregnant because you weren’t careful thats on you abortions should be allowed for raped victims.117: MySpace: idk wat that is 116: Reality TV: they never entertained me, i don’t understand why they exist115: Parents: should be the stepping stone to the next generation to succeed higher 114: Back stabbers: they exist everywhere, it could be your lover, your friends, even family113: Ebay: i use kijiji 112: Facebook: is the last place you need to post private posts.111: Work: everyone’s gotta make a living right?110: My Neighbors: I have a old lady next door who lives alone I check on her everyday idk why her kids left her to live alone she can’t even walk.109: Gas Prices: will continue to climb supply and demand 108: Designer Clothes: cool i have a few107: College: stresses me out 106: Sports: love to play sports and watch it 105: My family: my mom and 2 brothers, there’s no one else 104: The future: I will shine, I will succeed, I will prove everyone that Im not just another ghetto kid from the hood.[ Last time I ]103: Hugged someone: 2 days ago my classmates102: Last time you ate: 2 hours ago chicken wings101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: I was in my college gym playing basketball and I saw my high school friend100: Cried in front of someone: 2 months ago my dad’s death anniversary in front of my childhood friends99: Went to a movie theater: a week ago fast and furious 898: Took a vacation: december to minnesota 97: Swam in a pool: last summer 96: Changed a diaper: 2 months ago my baby cousin 95: Got my nails done: never 94: Went to a wedding: back when I was like wat 693: Broke a bone: never 92: Got a peircing: when I was one month old my mom got my ear pierced 91: Broke the law: i spend most of my senior year 2 years ago in jail90: Texted: 3 hours ago [ MISC ]89: Who makes you laugh the most: my youngest brother88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: my bed87: The last movie I saw: fast and furious86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: graduating 85: The thing im not looking forward to: 84: People call me: ry83: The most difficult thing to do is: trust82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: 3 to be exact 81: My zodiac sign is: aries80: The first person i talked to today was: my mother 79: First time you had a crush: like 3rd grade no names tho78: The one person who i can’t hide things from: my father back when we was alive77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: my youngest brother.76: Right now I am talking to: a bunch of people75: What are you going to do when you grow up: a social worker, helping kids who went through wat I went through74: I have/will get a job: currently just studying I have money saved up from my last job73: Tomorrow: IS FRIDAY72: Today: tiring i worked out 71: Next Summer: my dumbass signed up for summer classes 70: Next Weekend: im going out with my childhood friends69: I have these pets: none68: The worst sound in the world: the sound of someone’s gasp for last breathe 67: The person that makes me cry the most is: no one 66: People that make you happy: my mother and two brothers65: Last time I cried: two months ago my father’s death anniversary 64: My friends are: the people who grew up with me from a youngin 63: My computer is: a dell laptop 62: My School: 61: My Car: is good enough to smoke u at a stop light60: I lose all respect for people who: cheat and take advantage of others59: The movie I cried at was: none58: Your hair color is: naturally black but currently red57: TV shows you watch: i dont watch tv shows, I’ve been watching kdrama56: Favorite web site: This fucking website 55: Your dream vacation: Never been to Europe 54: The worst pain I was ever in was: those night cramps on the calves 53: How do you like your steak cooked: medium rare52: My room is: where I spent mos of my time 51: My favorite celebrity is: Nelson Mandela but he’s gone...50: Where would you like to be: peace of mind49: Do you want children: yes48: Ever been in love: yes 47: Who’s your best friend: i have 3 no names 46: More guy friends or girl friends: mix of both45: One thing that makes you feel great is: help others 44: One person that you wish you could see right now: my father43: Do you have a 5 year plan: yes hopefully go for my masters while working in my field part time42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: bucketlist yes 41: Have you pre-named your children: i have anmes to consider40: Last person I got mad at: my ex 39: I would like to move to: california 38: I wish I was a professional: basketball player [ My Favorites ]37: Candy: skittles 36: Vehicle: dream car Maserati gt 35: President:i dont have one 34: State visited: california, arizona, Minnesota, illinois, north carolina, virginia, texas, colorado, new york33: Cellphone provider: telus32: Athlete: Derrick Rose31: Actor: i dont have one30: Actress: none29: Singer: bruno mars28: Band: linkin park 27: Clothing store: Footlockers26: Grocery store: none25: TV show: south park24: Movie: the godfather23: Website: this fucking website 22: Animal: panda 21: Theme park: Canada’s wonderland20: Holiday: none19: Sport to watch: basketball and hockey18: Sport to play: basketball and volleyball 17: Magazine: none16: Book: Brave new World 15: Day of the week: saturday 14: Beach: none13: Concert attended: J.Cole 12: Thing to cook: jerk chicken 11: Food: sushi 10: Restaurant: buffets 9: Radio station: flow 93.5 8: Yankee candle scent: none 7: Perfume: none 6: Flower: Rose5: Color: Red 4: Talk show host: None 3: Comedian: Russell Peters 2: Dog breed: PUG1: Did you answer all these truthfully? YES

FUCKING FINALLY