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raineydays411 · 4 years ago

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Ember

Tony Stark X Daughter!Reader

Warning: Child neglect, swearing, angst, death

Summary: After being kidnapped by Hydra, Y/N does some reflecting on her home life. Especially her relationship with her father

italics = past pov

Bold= thoughts

Italic bold= ghosts

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You never thought your life would end like this. Alone, trapped in a Hydra cell, full of anger and resentment for the one man who was never supposed to break your heart. Of course, up until now you had been pretty optimistic your father would realize the error of his ways and miraculously spend years making up for years of missed recitals, ignored achievements, and multiple other offenses. You always forgave him because, hey the man was a member of the Avengers, what should you expect having Tony Stark as a father?

But right now, as you lay on the cold, damp floor, writhing in pain from whatever glowey nuclear shit those assholes injected you with, you can’t help but remember the mistreatment and neglect bestowed upon you by your father.

It was, it was September Winds blow, dead leaves fall

You’ll always remember that September day. The day your entire life had changed

You were only eight when Loki tried to take over New York. You and your mom were coming home from the store when all of a sudden, people around you started to panic. Looking up, you saw a large portal in a once clear blue sky. Creatures appeared out of no where, destroying anything in their way. Your mother, terrified, took you by the hand and headed for a near by building. But, it seemed that others had that idea as well. Before you knew it, your vision was overwhelmed by the bodies of citizens trying to escape the chaos outside. After a few seconds, you found yourself in a crowed parking garage and no idea where your mother was.

You never saw her again after that.

After three days of searching, the police declared her dead and you were sent to live with your godmother, Pamela Isely.

She was good to you. She held you through nightmares, told you stories about how your mother and her met, and even taught you how to take care of plants. The only complaint you had was that she would usually leave you alone every once in a while and come back with a lot of money, and occasionally, a loud blonde woman in a clown costume would come through the window and pinch your cheeks too hard. Other than that, you got adjusted to your new life quickly.

Four months passed and your life changed again. It was a cold September day, and you had just got home from school. As you walked into the apartment, you immediately felt a tension in the air, and you saw a man at the table with your Aunty Pam, who looked extremely uneasy and pale. They stared at you until your Aunt spoke.

“Y/N...you’re going back to New York.”

Those words alone made the floor fall from underneath you. You had just settled down. You finally felt comfortable without your mother in the world and now this?? Then the man cleared his throat, causing you to snap back into reality.

“Y/n, my name is Tony Stark”

You knew that name, he was the man in the metal suit who helped save New York. You didn’t care at the moment though, you just wanted to know why you were leaving your aunt.

Ignoring Tony, you looked at your aunt and whispered,

“ Did...did I do something wrong?”

Immediately, Pams eyes filled with tears as she quickly gathered you in her arms and responded with a loud,

“Oh no, darling of course not”, She then proceeded to tell you the uncomfortable looking man at the table was in fact your father, who up till now you had never met. In fact, you never even fathomed the idea of having a father as your mom had always told you that you were a gift from some fairies she helped. You turned to the man who quietly sat at the table and looked over the man who was said to be your father.

He was definitely a handsome man. He wore a fancy looking suit and some tinted glasses even though he was inside. His hair was dark brown and messy, as if he was tugging or running his fingers through it. His skin looked to be am olive color but it was hard to tell as he looked kind of pale in the light of the small apartment you called home. You thought it was odd he hadn’t said anything other than introducing himself.

“ Is it true? Are you really my dad?” You asked in a quiet voice.

He finally spoke, “Yeah kid, I’m your dad”

To you, I did surrender

Two weeks, you didn’t call

It’s been two weeks since you were taken by Hydra. Two weeks since you were injected with that mystery substance. You didn’t die, at least you don’t think you did. But you didn’t exactly feel alive either. You were colder than usual, like your body temperature lowered. You slept longer than normal especially the first three days after you were injected. The guards had to wake you up just to get you to eat. But the most worrying symptom of all is that your eyes were the same shade of neon blue as the liquid that was injected into your body. And everytime your eyes turned blue, something weird would happen.

For example, the first time you noticed your eyes were blue, you woke up from the first long sleep.The second time, you thought you heard voices, screaming in agony and despair.This was odd because you were the only one in that cell block. As you came back to reality, you realized that you could see other ghostly figures in the once empty cells, and that you were floating three feet above your bed.

Within the two weeks you were in that cell, you learned that that day you were injected, your heart did stop for an hour until you miraculously sprung back to life with a loud gasp, scaring the absolute shit out of the Hydra guards that were tasked with disposing your body. That would go through physical changes as well. Your once brown skin would change to a pale ghostly blue. And your black kinky hair would change to a shocking neon blue to match the color of your eyes.

For two weeks, you learned the ins and outs of your newfound powers. Two weeks of being pushed to your absolute limits by power hungry scientists. Two weeks of learning the names of the dead around you in those cells.

It took two weeks, to realize that your father truly didn’t care about you.

And looking back on it, you should’ve known

Your life, goes on without me My life, a losing game

It had been a year since you had moved into the Avengers Tower with your father. It had taken you a while to warm up to the team and for the team to get used to having a child around. But once you all got to know each other, it was like having multiple aunts and uncles. Especially because you were around them more than your own father.

Unfortunately, once you had settled in and gotten to know everyone, Tony had locked himself away in his lab. Tinkering on a new project for weeks on end, ignoring his responsibilities as a new father.

Now, this didn’t really affect you till you started school. Tony had forgotten to pick you up multiple times, causing you to wait for hours on end till either Steve or Pepper realized that you hadn’t come home and rushed to the school , only to see you waiting on the front steps talking the ear off of the unlucky teacher who had to stay behind to wait with you.

Of course word got around that Y/N Stark was being forgotten at school everyday, thus prompting the kids at school to taunt you everyday after school.

“Where's your daddy Y/N??”

“I bet he leaves you here so you can get kidnapped so he doesn’t have to look at you”

“Your own dad doesn’t even love you”

Once you got to middle school, you joined as many after school clubs to hide the fact that there was no one to pick you up. And a small part hoped that it would be enough to gain your fathers attention. But it didn’t happen.

“Daddy! I made the volleyball team!”

“hmm, oh that's great kid, can you pass me that wrench”

“Dad! I’m in the robotics club”

“Y/N I’m really busy right now”

“ Hey dad...can you help me with--”

“Not now, go ask Pepper”

No matter what you did, you could never get his attention long enough. Nothing you did was good enough. You never got so much as a “welcome home” or a “ have a good day at school kiddo”. And you were fine with that. You were, because you knew that even though he didn’t show it, Tony Stark really did love you.

But you should, you should not doubt me You will remember my name.

After learning the extent of your powers, which included; flying,the ability to talk and see the dead, energy blasts, floating through walls, and the ability to shut off your powers at will. You decided it was time for you to make plans to escape.

You’d like to think that you were really good at pretending.

You did it on a daily basis, really. You pretended to be happy, not to notice Tony’s neglect, like you didn’t see the pity glances the rest of the team gave you. So convincing your captors that they finally broke you down wasn’t really a challenge.

“....fine..i’ll help you” You said in a tired weak voice.

The two guards were startled at first, not expecting you to speak so suddenly

“You..what?” The younger of the two asked in a suspicious tone.

“I said I want to help you” you repeated a little louder.

The first guard looked to the second, obviously confused at your sudden change of heart. They had a silent conversation with their eyes, as if debating on whether this was a trick or not. Finally, the older of the two turned to you and said,

“This better not be a trick, Stark.”

And with that, he started to unlock the door to your cell.

“Okay, now I can either fight them now and make a break for it, or I can wait till i get to the--”

Your thoughts were cut off by a loud wailing, piecing your ears and automatically giving you a headache. Wincing in pain you look around the empty cell blocks and try to locate the spirit that’s making all that noise. When you see it, your heart breaks. It’s a young boy, around your age. The first thing you notice about him is that he had white hair, kinda Danny Phantom. As you continued to stare at the boy, his head suddenly turned and you both made eye contact, the movement startling you enough to make you jerk in the hold of the guards

“ HEY, eyes forward!” shouted the older guard. “There's no way out, if that's what you're looking for’ He said in a smug tone.

“I said I wanted to join you, why would I want to escape?” You reply, irritation dripping from your words.

“Just don’t pull any tricks kid.”

God does he have any other lines, you think to yourself mentally rolling your eyes. Sounds familiar.

Oh Ember, you will remember

Oh Ember, one thing remains

“Y/N I’m busy, go as--” “I know, go ask Pepper”

“Oh kid, I’m sorry I forgot” “ yeah, I know”

“You’re on the volleyball team” “ yes dad. For four years now”

“Y/N! I’m gonna be in the lab with Peter so try not to bother us.”

“Y/N me and Peter--”

“Good job, Peter”

“Hey Peter--”

God were you tired of that name. You never ever felt the feeling of envy and anger as much as you did when Peter came into your life.

In fact, you were still healing from almost losing your family you found in the Avengers. Your dad didn’t want you around the “traitors” as he privately called them, so you were secluded. Watching them from afar and yearning for the comfort of hearing Steves pre-war stories, helping Clint pull off the most ridiculous pranks, helping Wanda teach Vision how to cook, and most of all you missed talking to Natasha. She reminded you of your aunt Pam, mainly because they both had red hair. You hoped that your father would understand this loss and step up now that you really needed a connection, but no. He decided that Peter Parker deserved all his attention. So you stopped trying as hard.

Oh Ember, So warm and tender You will remember my name

You walk into a room with a singular table and no windows. Sat at the table was a bald man writing in a notebook. The two guards lead you to the table and make you sit opposite of the bald man. He looks up at you and smiles.

“So, Ms. Stark has finally decided to comply?” He asks in a smug tone. You roll your eyes and answer back in a sarcastic tone,

“Yeah yeah, just cut the crap and tell me what you want me to do.”

The bald man just smiles and looks at you, as if trying to read your mind to figure out your motives.

“Well”, he says, leaning back into his chair. “Lets get down to business.” He then proceeds to talk about the process of join his team and what you will be doing. But you don’t hear a word of it. Because you were going to escape this hell hole one way or another.

“Well then, lets get you changed.” said the bald man. “Yeager, Jennings, take our guest to to her new room.

“Huh so they do have names.” You think, as they pull you out of the chair and into the hallway. Walking back into the cell block, you make eye contact with that white haired boy again. He’s quiet as he watches you walk back to your room, then he disappears.

You finally get back to your cell and notice a pair of black spandex, black halter top, grey boots and some black gloves on the floor. Changing into them, you take your hair into a pineapple with a hair tie they had given you. Looking into the piece of metal you used as a mirror, you changed into your ghost form. Suddenly, you hear a male voice behind you.

“Don’t let them know you can do that.”

You startle and turn around, only to see none other than the white haired boy. He looked equally as startled as he realized you can see and hear him.

“Why not?” you asked, changing back to your normal self.

“Because, they won’t ever let you leave.You’re already the first one to survive the injection. If they realize you can go ghost, they’ll do everything in their power to control you.”

Your mind flashed to Bucky. How Steve told you that they kept him. Brainwashing him over and over till he just became a weapon. You were not going to let them do that to you. You looked back at the boy.

“Can you help me get out of here?” you asked hopefully. The boy looked at you and said,

“Well I’ve got nothing else to do.” You let go a sigh of relief. You were about to say something when you heard Yeager and Jennings walking down the hallway.

“They’re coming” You whisper, “ what do I do?”

“This base is small. All the people here are the only ones who know about it. They’re all going to be in the training room you’re being taken to. Wait till you get there, phase into the floor to the basement and blow up the heater. That should cause the whole building to cave in”

You again don’t get to respond, as the two men finally get to your cell and unlock it. You walk out of the cell, head held high and allow them to lead you to the training room. Despite the look of confidence, you were dreading the next few moments.

“So how come I’m the only one here?” you ask, even though you know the answer. The older guard looks at you and says

“You’re the only one who survived.” You fake a look of shock and look forward as if the news made you uneasy. And it did. It made you mad that these people didn’t care that they were murdering innocent people. They couldn’t hear the cries and the wails of agony these poor trapped souls emitted. In a way, it was ironic. Back at the tower, you were the poor soul nobody could see. And now you were surrounded by them.

Your heart, your heart is rendered Your loss, now bear the shame

This was the last straw. There was only so much you an take before you broke and this was it.

Tony didn’t intend for you to hear it, but god did it hurt all the same. One phrase shattered your whole world.

“You know Spiderling, your kinda like the kid I always wanted to have.”

An tense silence filled the common room. The first time in months you were able to see th eteam and they had to bear witness to this. Of course they did, who else would give you that stare full of sorrow and pity. You barely even noticed though. You were too busy looking at the “heartwarming scene.”

“that's such bullshit” Oh, how you wish you had a camera if only to capture the look of pure “oh shit” painted on Steve's face.

“What..what was that kid?” Asks your father. You turn to him, a fury in your eyes that nobody has ever seen.

“THAT IS ABSOLUTE BULLSHIT.” You scream. “ FOR EIGHT YEARS I HAVE TRIED SO HARD FOR YOU TO LOVE ME. EIGHT YEARS I JOINED CLUBS, GOT THE HIGHEST GRADED IN CLASS AND FOR WHAT?”

Tony and Peter look at you in shock “Y/n..wha..what are you talking about?” Peter asks in a baffled voice.

“Oh eat shit Peter! You know exactly what I’m talking about! Do you not find it weird, that your new mentor spends every single second of free time he has on you and not with his daughter?? Or are you so needy for some sort of parental validation that you don’t even care??”

Deep down you know it’s not Peters fault. Hell, you two probably could have been good friends if your dad wasn’t such a tool.

“Hey kid, I don’t know what's gotten into you, but that was way over the line.” Said Tony in a stern voice. Your eyes harden.

“Oh, did I hurt your poor little spiders feelings?? I didn’t even know you cared about other peoples feelings Tony? Or is it just your daughters that you ignore ?”

“What are you talking about? I don’t ignore you, stop being so over dramatic.”

OVERDRAMATIC?? DO YOU REALIZE THE ONLY THING YOU KNOW ABOUT ME IS MY NAME??” You are now sobbing. “ Do you even know my favorite color? How old I am?”

Tony looks at you, eyes wide.”Y/N...” You cut him off

“Just forget it. I understand now. I will never be important to you. Not like Peter apparently��is. I just wish it didn't take me eight years to figure that out.” And with that, you run out of the room, tears running down your cheeks and ignoring the calls of your father, the team, and Peter.

You run for a few blocks and cry in an alleyway. not the smartest idea but you were too upset to care. And as you cry, you don’t notice the dark shadow behind you before its too late and the world goes dark.

Like dead trees, in cold december Nothing but ashes remain

The hydra base was now engulfed with flames. Your body was tired from phasing through the walls, and your head hurts from those energy blasts. But one thing brings some happiness in your heart as you watch all the souls that were trapped there realize they are free. All but one, the white haired kid. He walks up to you.

“So you did it.” He says with a smile. You smile back.

“Yeah I did. Thanks to you.”

“Blue suits you.” he says with a blush. You squint at him for a second and let out a chuckle.

“Thanks” ,You’re both silent for a few seconds, watching the souls leave. You speak up again.

“Why aren’t you leaving like them” You question him.

“I don’t know, I guess my time here isn’t up.” he says looking out at the horizon. You nod and look at around trying to figure out where you are.

“So, what are you going to do next” he asks. Your body stiffens as you are filled with resentment.

“I’m going to visit my father.” You say, eyes glowing a neon blue.

You will remember my name.

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A/N: HI!so this is my first ever fanfic! i hope anyone who reads this enjoys it!! Let me know what you think and what i can improve on!💕

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thebladeblaster · 4 years ago

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Pokémon: the Dark Circuit (aka Vanguard Descends season 2)

Chapter 6 Limit Break

Aichi’s current team

Level 81 Wingal (Lycanroc (dusk)) rock

Moves:

Stealth rock

Crunch

Stone edge

Play rough

Level 79 Llew (Golisopod) water/bug

Moves:

Sucker punch

Blizzard

Liquidation

First impression

Level 80 Gancelot (Lucario) fighting/steel

Moves:

Focus blast

Stone edge

Meteor mash

Dragon pulse

Level 86 Soul Saver (Haxorus) dragon

Moves:

Outrage

Iron tail

Dragon dance

Scale shot

Level 100 Alfred (Aegislash) ghost/steel

Moves:

Sacred sword

King’s shield

Iron head

Shadow Claw

Aichi felt a wave of nostalgia seeing Oliver. It hurt seeing him on the opposing side. He cared for him and didn’t want to hurt him. He hoped it could have been under better circumstances. 003v who he was pretty sure he was hallucinating had a smug grin on his face. Aichi was confused by this then he realized just how drained he was. 003v chuckled as he struggled.

“Y-you!”, Aichi thought, suddenly realizing the real reason 003v did that attack.

“Oh, you are far too naive Aichi. You thought I was just throwing some sort of tantrum. You should have known there was a method to my madness. Now, I will soon return completely.”, 003v said in his mind and Aichi paled.

Aichi swayed a bit in the air again, but this time because he felt sapped. Sweat dripped from his brow as he struggled to stay afloat. Oliver hastily flew over and caught him.

“Don’t worry I’ve got you.”, Oliver assured as he held Aichi in his arms.

Aichi’s fingers weakly twitched and his limbs felt like a massive weight had been placed on them.

“Looks like your not putting up much of a fight.”, Neve commented.

“I believe it’s because his energy got sucked away in this blast. He’s completely tapped now.”, the girl replied.

“Your right Rati.”, Raul replied.

Oliver tightened his arms securely, but not too tight around Aichi to make sure he wouldn’t fall.

“C-crap...not again...why am I so weak?”, Aichi thought, before he fainted the last thing he heard was 003v’s mocking laughter.

With the others…

“Haxorus! Haxorus! Haxorus! Haxorus! (Mommy’s in trouble I can feel it!)”, Soul Saver said worriedly.

Aichi’s Pokémon had just made it to the edge on Melemele island as they saw Yami, Kamui, and Anzu. They saw a strange figure they couldn’t make out from a far rising from where Groudon had fallen.

“Me and Gancelot will go get Aichi. You guys help out them if they need help.”, Alfred commanded.

“Lycanroc? Lycanroc? Lycanroc? Lycanroc? (Who does he think, he is our vice trainer?)”, Wingal questioned.

They ran up next to where the others were. Yami had out a Grimmsnarl, Hatterene, Excaviler, Drampa, and Cofagrigus. Kamui had out Buster, Mr.Invincible, Shout, Hatred Chaos alongside Tough Boy. This Grimmsnarl and Hatterene looked different perhaps a regional forms. His Grimmsnarl’s hair was less wild and it had something that looked like a pointed hat on it’s head. It’s hair was aligned in a way that looked almost like robes. It also had a tail that had on the end what looked like a scepter. The arm on his Hatterene’s hat looked like some sort of scepter as well and it’s hair was aligned differently making it look like robes. It also had a different hairstyle. The mysterious figure was revealed to be the boy but he looked different. He looked much taller and bulker like he was injected with steroids. His ponytails had broken and his hair was now messy like a long mane. He was covered in fur with a pattern resembling a leopard. He had goat-like horns on his head and a tail like a bovine. His hands and legs were like a bear’s. His hair had turned white and the patterns on his fur were green.

“D-did that kid just evolve?”, Kamui questioned incredulously, feeling like he was about to faint from all the insanity.

“Not exactly. I would compare it more to mega evolution or a gigantamax. This isn’t the first time I’ve seen this. The last time we battled him he did this too.”, Yami explained.

“Yeah, and it’s bad news.”, Anzu added.

“Then I’ll just hit him with everything I’ve got.”, Kamui declared as he activated his mega bracelet, not only mega evolving Buster, but Hatred Chaos too.

“Prepare to die, Caterpies. Dying to the ultimate life form 004a is an honor for lower beings like yourselves especially using my limit break.”, the boy said menacingly in a deeper tone.

“00-Wait...he’s like Aichi then? Can Aichi do this too?”, Kamui questioned.

“I don’t know it’s possible.”, Anzu replied.

“Whoever shot that blast must have been strong. Do you think it was Aichi?”, Yugi asked now translucent like Yami before and people couldn’t see or hear him.

“It’s likely. Unless there’s another powerful legendary Pokémon around here.”, Yami replied.

Yami stared down 004a and tension gradually filled the air.

“I won’t fall for your little parlor tricks this time you petty magician.”, 004a said.

“I’m no magician. But I am a pharaoh.”, Yami replied, as he was illuminated by a golden light coming from his necklace.

004a grunted as he was hit by a powerful dark and fairy blast from his Grimmsnarl and Hatterene who were in perfect sync. The attack created a dust cloud. Anzu hastily grabbed Kamui’s hand pulling him back with his Pokémon following.

“Hey what’s going on?”, Kamui questioned, before gasping in shock as gigantamaxed and dynamaxed Pokémon towered above them.

“Haxorus! Haxorus! (More big Pokémon!)”, Soul Saver pointed out.

“Aren’t those Aichi’s Pokémon?!”, Kamui questioned as him and Anzu made their way over to them.

“Golisopod! (Yeah, that’s us!)”, Llew confirmed, forgetting they couldn’t understand him.

“Where’s Aichi then? Why doesn’t he have his Pokémon with him?”, Anzu asked.

004a jumped around as powerful max moves were shot at him. He ended up mid air. Kai, Misaki, and Jonouchi flew down towards where 004a was.

“Hey, Kai there’s one important thing I remembered about this mook when we fought him last. He’s weak to fire types.”, Jonouchi informed.

“Charizard! (Perfect!)”, Overlord replied.

“Then let’s bring down some flames then. Feel the power of Overlord’s eternal flame! Overlord use overheat!”, Kai ordered.

“That guy is so dramatic.”, Honda commented.

“Yeah, he’s almost as extra as Kaiba. Anyway, don’t let him outdo you Red Eyes use blast burn!”, Jonouchi said.

“Bridgette use fire blast!”, Kourin ordered.

“Dauntless use heat wave!”, Miwa ordered.

“Guardian use psychic.”, Misaki ordered.

The attacks collided against 004a midair who blocked as the attacks bombarded him. He growled in frustration as he roared causing the area around them to shake even the massive Pokémon stumbleda bit. Guardian caught Overlord, Red Eyes, Bridgette, and Dauntless before they hit the sea below with its psychic energy.

“Nice save.”, Jonouchi complimented.

“It’s nothing.”, Misaki replied.

“I am the latest in the line of Psyqualia users! Am the-“, 004a was cut off as Buster kicked him,

It didn’t do much, but it pissed him off.

“Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! I’ve heard that trash already. Can you say something that doesn’t make you sound like a generic villain?”, Kamui questioned.

“Why you!”, 004a growled as his eyes narrowed into slits and he charged at Kamui.

Soul Saver shot scales, Wingal shot sharp rocks, Llew shot storm of ice, Hatred Chaos shot a shadow ball, Tough Boy shot a horn, Mr. Invincible, Shout, and Buster charged at him swinging.

With Aichi…

“It’s time to return 003v home at last.”, Oliver said.

“Look out!”, Neve warned.

Oliver’s Garchomp hastily moved to swipe its fin. It’s fin clashed against Alfred being wielded by Gancelot. He had purple ghostly energy around him allowing him to float. Gancelot bashed Alfred’s shield into the Garchomp’s face. Oliver stumbled as Gancelot grabbed the unconscious Aichi putting him under his arm.

“Woah, how is that Lucario floating?!”, Rati questioned.

“I believe the Aegislash accompanying it is the culprit.”, Raul replied.

Neve’s Corvinknight caught Oliver as Gancelot and Alfred took this opportunity to run away with Aichi. Rati’s Mismagius caught Garchomp. They flew after him and were surprised at his speed in flight. Both Gancelot’s aura powers and Alfred’s ghostly powers were working in perfect sync to enhance each other.

“Sin use hurricane!”, Neve ordered.

“Fianna use thunderbolt!”, Rati ordered.

“Zodiac use fire blast!”, Raul ordered.

“Be careful so you don’t accidentally hit 003v.”, Oliver said.

Gancelot swiftly dodged the attacks, but there were a few close calls especially the fire blast. When the fire blast came Gancelot’s arm moved back on its own guided by Alfred to block.

“King’s shield!”, Alfred called out.

The attack was completely nullified upon impact and Zodiac seemed a bit weaker afterwards.

“Prominence Glare use dragon rush!”, Oliver ordered.

Prominence Glare shot itself at Gancelot with blinding speed. If it wasn’t for Alfred’s aid even with his resistance he’d be toast. Thankfully Alfred hastily pulled Gancelot out of the way. They struggled in the air catching the attention of the others flying. Prominence Glare was about to hit Gancelot before it was suddenly stopped by psychic energy then blasted by blue dragonic energy. The Quatre Knights looked to see Kai, Misaki, Kourin, and Miwa who had rushed to Aichi’s aid while Jonouchi helped the others.

“Who are these guys?”, Rati questioned.

“You don’t need to know.”, Kai said in a menacing tone as he gigantamaxed Overlord.

Gancelot jumped onto Overlord’s back with Kai.

“Gigantamax huh? So, you wanna play that game?”, Neve questioned, before gigantamaxing his own Pokémon.

“Oh boy this is gonna be tough.”, Miwa said, with a nervous chuckle.

The other Quatre Knights followed as Misaki and Kourin tried to help Gancelot get Aichi away.

“

With Yami and the others…

Streams of dark energy slammed into 004a. 004a sent storms of leaves and swiped at the smaller Pokémon. The non massive Pokémon were on the brink of fainting and the massive Pokémon’s energy was running out. 004a growled as Yami narrowly avoided getting hit by the rampaging boy being saved by his Grimmsnarl’s who got in front of him just becoming dynamaxed. In a moment of distraction his Hatterene came behind 004a and smacked him over the head with her scepter. Using the last amount of energy left in the necklace he could Yami shoot a shadow ball at 004a which nailed him in the chest while stunned. 004a fell over struggling to get back up.

While this was going on Aichi was set down and Kourin brought out Ashlei.

“Ashlei use heal pulse.”, Kourin ordered.

Ashlei sent healing waves at the unconscious Aichi.

In Aichi’s subconscious…

He found himself face to face with 003v again. Aichi tightened his fists while 003v just grinned confidently.

“There’s nothing you can do now you fake. No matter how much you growl at me that won’t change.”, 003v taunted.

“You! I won’t let you win! I won’t let you go around terrorizing the world as you like!”, Aichi replied resolutely.

“Terrorizing is such a strong word. I am simply leading the world into the correct direction.”, 003v replied, while gesturing with his hand.

“I refuse to believe that the direction Team Asteroid wants to lead the world into is right! No one who commits such heinous atrocities carelessly should be in charge of the world!”, Aichi replied, getting heated.

“As I said you don’t understand.”, 003v replied.

“What don’t I understand? Mom told me everything.”, Aichi questioned.

“She didn’t know everything. Things aren’t quite as they seem. As we continue to become one again that will become clear to you.”, 003v replied, he looked a bit different when he said that a bit more serious and without the intense malice he usually carried.

Aichi looked confused at this at 003v’s change in tone and vague message. Aichi froze something that seemed different about 003v. Wasn’t he just a complete lunatic just a few minutes ago? Though, he did reveal that to be a facade. He sounded more human and a bit more sane. Was that because of the merging or was it something else?

“I knew you’d be confused. With the information you’ve been given you have been lead to the conclusion Arceus wanted you to have.”, 003v continued.

Aichi raised his eyebrow as his confusion increased.

“What are you saying?”, Aichi asked.

“You're being manipulated. Like a sleeping slave by the will of a fickle god. It’s a bit more subtle so you would never realize you're being manipulated.”, 003v explained.

Aichi’s eyes widened in shock before shaking his head in denial.

“I’m not as evil as you believe. And Arceus isn’t as good as you believe.”, 003v continued.

Before he could say more Aichi woke up in reality. He looked up to see Misaki, Kamui, Anzu, and Soul Saver over him. The rest of his Pokémon along with the others faced the Quatre Knights. 004a was still struggling up. Aichi staggering up going by Yami, Kai, and Jonouchi.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t come with you. Leave now and we won’t have to battle.”, Aichi warned.

“You have to snap out of it 003v! Can’t you see your under Arceus’s spell?”, Oliver replied.

“I’m not doing any of this for Arceus. I’m doing this to protect my friends and loved ones. If Team Asteroid threatens them I’ll fight them!”, Aichi said, meeting Oliver’s gaze at the middle part.

Oliver said nothing, but had a concerned expression.

“I had a feeling it would come to this…”, Raul said as a Rotom flew to his side, but it didn’t attack.

The Rotom was shaped like a tv. The screen on it flared on revealing none other than Gin Gaillard. Aichi and the rest of our heroes gasped in shock to see the big boss. Aichi froze seeing his father. This was the first time he had seen him in a long time. He instantly recognized him and felt a strange wave of nostalgia rushing over him. He felt a strange spectrum of emotions seeing him love, fear, anger, sadness, pity, and much more swirling into his head making it spin.

“Father…”, he whispered unconsciously.

He felt part of him wanting to reach out to him. Yelling at him to stand by his side. He wanted to understand why his father went to such extremes and how he could justify it for his goal. He couldn’t help, but wonder about his connection to Arceus as the messiah. Was there something to what 003v said or was he simply playing mind games with him? He wasn’t quite sure. But, part of him felt like it wasn’t just a mind game.

“Hello son. It’s been a terribly long time since I’ve last seen you.”, Gin greeted in tender, something about his tone of voice put him at ease a bit.

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writingamileperhour · 5 years ago

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The Clover Ring

Hello Darlings! here is my first attempt at actually posting a fan fiction. Now i know not everything is gonna be accurate and there might be some mistakes, but forgive, as i have not played the game or read the books, only watched the show, and felt like writing this!

This is about how Geralt of Rivia meets a strange witch of the forest, named Maylin, and how both find themselves spinning fast and faster down the spiral of destiny, falling in love, as foolish as it is,

Geralt and the world are not mine in anyway.

Theres some smut and swearing and violence.

Enjoy!

Geralt grunted as his back hit the trunk of the tree, and narrowly dodged the claw that followed. He twirls his sword up and around, ridding the blasted creature of its gross, long head, and watched as it’s counterpart, a smaller version of it, but not its offspring howls in anger, and charges. Geralt got ready to stab it, but he wasn’t expecting the creature to jump at him, horns coming to thrust into with side of his chest, causing him to grunt out in pain.

He gets his sword in the blasted thing, but not after it does enough damage in his skin and muscle to make him believe he will bleed out. He lays in the dirt, feeling it soak with his blood, and stares up at the sky, the moon winking at him mockingly.

But then it is blocked out by a face. A woman’s face, an unbelievably beautiful one at that, even with the scratch on her cheek, and the look of someone who would scold him like he is a child playing with something he shouldn’t. Her eyes however were soft, even with her scowl, and the oddest color he would think for eyes, as they shimmered both pink and blue, swirled together around a cat like pupil.

Geralt is almost thankful for something so beautiful to be the last thing he sees as his world dives into black.

Geralt jerks awake in a lush bed, to the feeling of two small, but strong hands holding him down. His eyes wide and wild stare at the hands holding him to be laying. He grunts, as his eyes follow the arm, to see those striking eyes.

“Stop fighting me. I’m not done,” her voice is firm, yet soft. Her hair is tied back with a thick ribbon he can see poking out from behind her head.

Geralt relaxed back into the bed, and notices he isn’t wearing a shirt, and that the woman is straddling him. She sits back and lifts her hands from him and reaches to a small tray on the bed to grab a paintbrush from, and dips into a foul smelling black liquid and comes back to his chest and finishes painting symbols around the currently charred skin, as she had cauterize the wound.

“What are you doing?” Geralt asks, watching her.

“Healing an idiot,” she says as she focuses on her work, “Stop shifting.”

Geralt tries to keep still, leaning his head back to stare at the ceiling. He is surprised to see the ceiling painted like the night sky, with the moon and everything. He studies the entire time as the woman paints on his chest. He then gasps as he feels a rush of unfamiliar energy, and a soft purple light comes from the woman’s hands.

Geralt grunts in surprise and watches as his skin knits together, the black liquid being absorbed by his skin, and leaving behind flawless skin like nothing happened.

Then she slides off him, and stretches, “Sorry you don’t get a scar, but it’s the bets way I know to heal something that bad.”

Geralt touches the skin, then grunts again, “Hmm.”

The woman nods, “I’ll leave you to dress. I got your horse by the way. Pretty thing.” She waves and leaves the room without eyeing him like everyone else does.

Maylin walks from the room, leaving the Witcher to his dressing, and goes into the kitchen, looking over her tea collection after setting a kettle to boil on the stove. Deciding on a more normal mix, considering her company, she puts the tea leaves in a bag and in a mug before heading into the dinning room slash workspace and starts to get other herbs together.

That is about when the Witcher leaves his room and comes into the expanse of the house.

Geralt looks at the house he is in, and finds he walked into a very disorganizes library, as books and paper litter almost every surface. The woman, wearing a pair of sturdy brown pants and a green blouse whose sleeves are rolled up.

“I’m making tea. Would you like some?” she asks softly, looking up at him with those damn beautiful eyes.

Geralt nods and comes over to a chair that is holding his armour and swords. He checks to make sure everything is there and is relieved that it is. He then turns to her, and watches as he hands move among the bowls on the table, putting combinations in little bags and tying them off and putting them in a bag on a chair beside her.

“I am Geralt of Rivia,” Geralt says, taking a few steps to come closer to her, feeling as if he can be in her presence and not have to have his guard up, but he barely knows this strange magical woman, so he leaves most of it up.

“Maylin,” she offers, not looking up as she continues to work.

“Thank you. For healing me. How did you get me here?” Geralt asks as he reaches to touch a herb and is surprised when she lightly smacks his hand.

“Don’t touch. Some of this is not friendly to you,” Maylin says and shrugs, “Stronger than I look, and I have an intense knowledge of spells. But I must say it was weird to see a Witcher in my part of the forest.”

“I was hunting those monsters,” Geralt says, and doesn’t think it would be a smart idea to question her on the magic she used.

“Fair,” Maylin says, then winces softly as the kettle starts to scream, and she goes to it to take it off the heat and pour it into the mugs. She then grabs a small jar from a cupboard and puts a dollop of honey in one of the mugs, before bringing them over. She hands Geralt his, then heads out the door to sit on the porch, Geralt following behind.

Before them is a porch that leads down to a cobblestone pathway that leads to a garden locked up tight by a wrought iron fence. There is them a well, which Roach is tied to for the moment, but her saddle is resting on the fence of the porch, along with his bags.

Maylin sits on the stairs, and looks out at the trees, “Your free to go when you need to. But I am going to give you that bag of herbs, to use or give out.”

Geralt sits beside her and grunts, nodding. “Is that all you will have me do? You did save my life.”

Maylin shrugs, “I have nothing else for you to do Geralt of Rivia.”

Geralt nods slowly and turns to look out at the forest before them. “I have no idea where we are.”

Maylin blinks, then groans softly, setting her cup down to lay back, “I always forget that. I’ll lead you out then.”

Geralt nods and turns to lean on the support post to look at her, studying her as she looks at him. “Your eyes are… different?”

Maylin looks at him for a long time, making Geralt worried he pissed her off by commenting on them, as he is well known to how that can be annoying, but is relieved when her face lights up with a smile and she chuckles softly.

“Thank you. One of the many reasons I stay away from people,” Maylin says and sits up, “I like your hair. I’m sorry I don’t have a bath for you, I usually just go to the waterfall.”

“Waterfall?” Geralt asks, eyebrow raised.

“Yes, like some god damn woodland fairy, I bathe under a freezing cold waterfall,” Maylin says, and finds herself happily opening up to someone, after so long of hiding herself away from the world. “What is it like being a Witcher?”

Geralt grunts softly, the ghost of a smile touching his lips at her, “Like getting the shit beat out of you every other day.”

Maylin snorts, and takes her cup to sip her tea, “fair. Telling by your scars, which I did not pry and peek at you, by the way, you have gotten beat up a lot.”

Geralt finds he is a bit relieved by her lack of peeking, and nods, “Yes.”

Maylin watches him, then suddenly sits up and leans forward, which makes him tense up, expecting a fight, as he usually does, but finds he relaxes a touch when she only touches his necklace, eyes fixed on it. “My father wore one of these.”

Geralt raises and eyebrow at that, “What was his name?”

“Terrold of Celia,” Maylin says softly, eyes becoming distant.

Geralt shakes his head, “I don’t know him.”

“Wouldn’t expect you to,” Maylin says and lets the Necklace go, sitting back, “He hung himself when I was twelve.”

Geralt doesn’t show any outside emotion, but he is surprised he feels a prang of sympathy for her, “I’m sorry.”

Maylin shrugs, “Things happen.”

Geralt nods, and turns away to watch his horse, and lets the silence settle between them, finding that it feels almost natural.

Maylin finishes her tea, and gets him, sliding off her shoes to go walk in the grass barefooted, and to the edge of the clearing, and she whistles, loud and a little shrill, and the sound echoes around the woods. Geralt feels a chill down his spine, and watches with wide eyes as a beautiful black stallion comes charging in at Maylin, who simply steps to the side and lets the horse charge in.

“Twi, that is enough, come on,” She brings her hand up and the horse comes and nuzzles it, having halting in his tracks when she spoke his name.

Geralt puts his empty mug down, and comes over to her and the horse, who neighs at him as he approaches, “Twi?”

Maylin nods as she pats the horse’s neck, “My horse. Will need him as he head out tomorrow.”

Geralt nods, and heads to his own horse, to pat down.

After which, Twi roams the clearing freely, gazing, and Maylin goes about her day, with Geralt spending his time on the porch, finding he can’t help but watch as she moves around the area. She tends to the garden, getting a smear of dirt on her forehead, her hair still bound back, then cooking them up some eggs he doesn’t know where she got, before she starts packing a small bag with fresh clothes.

Maylin comes up to Geralt as he was standing by the door, and holds up a light green shirt to him, and she glares at it like it insulted her. “Why are you big?”

Geralt grunts softly, “What?”

“I don’t think I have a shirt big enough for you.” Maylin says and tosses the shirt back to the hallway that Geralt came form when eh walked from the bedroom, which he realizes as he looks at the hallway, that it was Maylin’s room.

Geralt turns his gaze back to her, and her retreating form as she goes back into the bedroom, and he feels a pull to follow, and so he does. He looks into the room, to the messy bed, the blood soaked blanket on the chair, a wood burning stove to keep the room warm, a window that is open, and a closet that Maylin is searching through.

“You do not need to dress me?” Geralt says in his rough voice.

Maylin shakes her head, “I need to bathe, and I figured you’d want to too.”

Geralt looks at her, “Bathe in a freezing waterfall?”

Maylin smirks softly, and Geralt feels his cold, emotionless heart beat a touch faster at the sight of mischievous look on her face, “There is a hot spring beside it too. Ah ha!” she grabs a shirt from a hanger and tosses it at him, the shirt a nice deep red. “I know color isn’t your thing, but this should fit.”

“Where did you get this?” He looks at the shirt.

“I get odd people coming by. That was Malcom’s, may he rest in hell,” Maylin gives as an explanation, and he nods a touch, wondering briefly if this Malcom’s person is a past lover, but he quickly shakes the thought from his mind.

Maylin then grabs two towels, and heads back out to the main room and packs the towels in the bag, and grabs a small jar, and a vial, then looks at him, “Ready?”

Geralt nods, and grabs his swords, throwing them over his shoulder, and following the still barefooted beauty from her home, and into the woods, his feet finding their own way before his brain can register it. The pull to this girl is driving him both into a confusion he doesn’t like, and a bit mad. He tries to figure it out on the way to the waterfall, stepping over logs on the way, as the trail is not noticeably clear, but the way Maylin moves through he forest leads him to believe it is by design.

She stops when she stands on a large black rock, the surface almost smoothed black, and she looks over a small, shallow pool of water, a waterfall crashing on an expanse of similar rocks. He notes a small opening tot eh side of the waterfall, lit up from within in a fashion he does not believe to be natural.

Geralt moves to step onto eh rock as well, but is stopped by her hand, gentle on his shoulder. He looks up at her confused.

“Don’t touch this rock,” She simply says, and gets off it, and walks around, with him to her side, keeping him well away.

“Why?”

“As strong as you are, the power that single rock holds will bring you to your knees,” Maylin says, and runs her fingers over it like it is a keeper of an intimate secret. She smiles softly at the rock.

“You touch it,” Geralt points out, and reaches his hand out, but she snatches it quickly, and pulls him away.

“Aye, and it almost killed me the first time I did,” Maylin sets her bag down, and releases his hand. Much to his disappointment. “It… It’s a sacrificial rock for those that followed something much richer than chaos. The blood it has drank is almost unimaginable, and I often wonder what would happen if I continued the practice.” Geralt looks at her with a touch of fear, and nods slowly, which makes her laugh, head thrown back as she does so. “I won’t sacrifice you, that would be a waste of a pretty good Witcher.”

He relaxes at the words, his eyes following the movement of her hands as they untie the ribbon holding her hair, letting it fall over her shoulders in its soft brown glory, the sun hitting the soft waves and making it seem like it is made of copper. He longs to reach out and touch the strands that he has no doubt are soft. He makes a surprised grunt when she starts to unbutton her shirt and takes it off revealing a band around her breasts, but nothing else. There’s a bandage on her side, that she gingerly removes to show a stab wound, scabbed over and healing.

“Your hurt,” Geralt comes to her, and moves to touch it, but her hand catches his once more.

“Don’t. It was a poisoned blade,” she says softly, and gently puts his hand back to his side.

But it doesn’t stay there as he tries again, to no avail, “Which is more of a reason for me to look at it Maylin.”

Maylin shakes her head, “Poison doesn’t hurt me. It’s fine. Healing, and its wont scar.”

Geralt frowns, “How can poison not hurt you?”

Maylin releases his hand, and takes a careful step away, “Juts doesn’t. could drink spider venom and it would have no affect on me.”

Geralt racks through his brain for any sort of creature with that ability, but come sup short, and looks at her with his brows furrowed.

Maylin’s skin tingles under his gaze, and she knows that look well. She swears softly under her breathe, and moves away from him, and starts to remove her pants, turning her back to him as she does so.

Over the skin of her back, is a delicate lacing of gold that Geralt did not notice before, as it goes down over her arms. He makes out eh shape of wings and finds it to be glorious. He raises a hand to touch the gold, wanting to know if its painted on, or stitched into her skin, but he has a sense that the ladder would be the truth, as how could someone alone paint something like this. His hand comes back to himself, and he works on removing his clothes. HE gets to his pants, and wonders if he should go further, and looks up at ask, only to find she is no longer before him.

Maylin’s full naked form walks up into the fall of the waterfall, one of the softer rushes, and squeals softly at the cold before she closes her eyes and tilts her head into eh water, letting it work out the dirt from her skin, and the blood. She slides her hands over her breasts, and down over her stomach, and she squats down to finish the line her hands follow to her feet, a ritual she does when alone, and finds no reason not to before the Witcher. She also sees no reason to hide her nude form, as she has never been ashamed of her appearance.

Geralt was entranced by her hands and how they moved over her ample breasts he tried not to look at, and he found his eyes landing on her plump back side when she squatted, thoroughly surprised she did. He figures it is alright for him to be nude as well, and takes his pants off, and comes to water, holding a handout, his feet already a bit numb from the cold, but he snatches his hand away from the freezing spray with a gasp.

Maylin turns to look at him, her eyes never once looking over him like his did with her, and she chuckles softly. “Take the plunge Geralt. It feels good,”

Geralt grunts in disagreement, but he takes the plunge regardless and has a full body shiver that amuses his companion, her laugh ringing in his ears. He reaches his hand up to take the tie form his hair, and let it fall like hers, and finds, once the first rush of cold hits and passes, that it indeed does feel good.

“See?” Maylin calls over the water.

Geralt nods, and turns to look at her, and she has her eyes on his face still. “what was that… thing you did?”

Maylin frowns a tad, then she clues in and smiles, “I’ll show you.”

She holds out her hands, and Geralt follows suit, eyebrows raised, a small amused smile on his lips, and follows as she does it again, her eyes closed, and she seems to breath a bit better when she squats and finished the run of her body.

Geralt feels a sense of ease after he gets to his feet, and nods, “I see.”

Maylin stands after and goes tot eh bag, and grabs the jar and vial to bring over, “It is not always about seeing, but about feeling.”

Geralt grunts in response, and lets her tale his hand, turning it palm up as she pours half of the vial in it, then half in her own before tossing the vial back, and Geralt frowns, having expecting it to shatter, but is surprised when it simply bounces off the stones.

“Warded glass. It is unbreakable,” Maylin informs his confused expression, and starts to lather the soap into her hair, and Geralt shrugs a shoulder, and does the same, stepping back from the water to save the warmth he has left. He follows her once more into the water to rinse the soap form his hair, then lets her put the other soap in his hand, which smells of vanilla pine and somehow, the scent of when it rains. She washes herself, then rinses off, and steps out of the water, combing her fingers through her hair, and waits for him to finish.

Geralt does and she smiles at him and gathers her clothes and things to stuff into a log, “You should hide your swords in here too.”

Geralt nods and comes to do so, “thugs steal your clothes?”

“No, but they have disappeared before. If it were thugs, I would be wearing their ears,” Her voice is joking, but Geralt feels there’s some truth to it. “Come on.” She leads him into the cave, still naked as a wee babber, where there’s curved steps into a pool of water, and a torch on the wall that is burning.

Geralt looks around the cave and feels the heat from the water warming his cold skin, and watches as Maylin steps slowly into the water, her hand on the wall to keep her steady. She then goes to the other side, by the torch, and sits on a stone slab that seems almost placed.

“Did you do this?” He asks as he descends the stairs and sighs softly at the warmth, and quickly sinks into the water to his shoulders.

“I did,” Maylin says as she starts to braid her wet hair in tiny braids.

Geralt comes to sit with her on the slab, and their thighs touch, and he is surprised she doesn’t move away from him and relinquishes the touch. He turns to watch her hands twine the little braids together at the back of her head with practice skill, till she has an intricate braiding of hair, almost like a crown, keeping it all from her face, but it is still down over her shoulders.

“You are skillful,” Geralt says, having felt he need to break the silence.

Maylin nods and she flourishes her hand a touch, and a length of ribbon materializes into it, a blue one, and she uses it to tie her masterpiece so it doesn’t come loose, “My mother taught me, then Dina, and then Zella too, though I don’t know how she knew, she never wears braids.”

Geralt hms, at that, “Who are those people?”

Maylin smiles softly at the interest, and for a moment almost doesn’t answer, but she turns her eyes to his, and something of the light makes her tongue come loose, “Dina was a midwife I apprenticed for, and Zella… is my best friend. She’s the person I’m closest with.” She feels the sting of tears and looks away from him and at the wall, “I miss her.” Her voice is a broken whisper and Geralt gently touches her shoulder.

“Is she dead?” he asks softly, scared to offend her, but wanting to comfort her in some way.

Maylin laughs humorlessly, and shakes her head, “No. She is most likely torturing some poor man who has been foolish enough to believe she loves them.”

Geralt was not expecting that, and grunts softly, “hm. Well.”

Maylin shrugs, and looks back at him, “Can I braid your hair?”

Geralt is taken aback by the question but can not think of a reason to say no, and he finds he doesn’t want to, and nods. Maylin smiles at that and moves to be up on the ledge behind him to have better access and starts to gently comb her fingers through his silver hair. Geralt closes his eyes and lets himself focus on the feeling of his hair being braided, finding it to be one of the most enjoyable things he has ever experienced.

“Do you know any songs?” Maylin asks softly as she works, never tugging on his hair.

Geralt grunts in dismay, the whole avenue of songs destroyed to him thanks to a very annoying bard, “Regrettably so.”

Maylin chuckles softly, “Fair. I did hear that ‘toss a coin’ song in a tavern. It has a catchy melody, but the person singing it doesn’t hold the emotion the song should have.”

Geralt hms, wanting her to continue.

“well… A Witcher’s job, far as I know, is not easy. Tossing a coin doesn’t solve the problem, and perhaps the valley of plenty is not a plenty of coin for a Witcher to take, but more a valley of monsters, and for each one, a person should toss you more than a coin, cuz money doesn’t stop the monsters,” Maylin explains, “I think the song should be song in a much more solemn to, and with a piano maybe.”

Geralt nods and gets a soft flick to his ear for moving, which eh can’t help but grumble at, “I think I would like that more than what Jaskier has done.”

Maylin chuckles, then shakes her head softly, “Color?”

“Color?” Geralt asks, and opens his eyes, “For what?”

“For the ribbon. What color?” Maylin asks, getting ready to finish.

Geralt searches for a color, but finds only two come to his tongue, and knows he could not deal with he torment if he picked the other, so he says, “Blue.”

Maylin flourishes her hand gently, and a blue ribbon appears, and with a soft blush that she is glad Geralt cannot see, she shows him it, as it is the same color as her eyes, “Like this?”

Geralt nods, “exactly like that,” He whispers the words. He’d get another when the part ways, so he can tie that one to his necklace, as he knows that this encounter with Maylin will not last much longer, and he would favour a reminder of the woman that made him feel, and his heart twitch.

Maylin ties the ribbon in his hair, then comes back to sit with him in the water, “Where are you off to anyways?”

“to the nearest town,” Geralt says, and looks at her, to find those two tones eyes glancing back at him, but this time, they drift for a brief second to his lips, then back to his eyes.

“I will accompany you. I could use a few things from the market most likely,” Maylin says.

Geralt leans a touch into her, his hand coming up and carefully coming to stroke her cheek, and he marvels as she sighs softly at the touch and turns her head into his hand, “What will you be getting?”

Maylin smiles against his skin and finds the callouses on his hands her new favorite part of him, other than his eyes, which are odd like hers, which is why she saved him in the first place. “A blanket for sure.”

Geralt turns her face to him, and leans in a touch more, and his heart beats a touch faster as she leans in as well, her hand coming to touch his shoulder softly, “Why?”

Maylin shrugs a touch, and with a soft sigh she takes the plunge, and crosses the distance between them, letting her lips merge with his, and finds herself falling. Hard.

Geralt’s hand pulls her closer to him, and in the back of his mind, and in his heart, he feels like he has come home.

Without words, Maylin pulls away, and pushes him tenderly up and out of the water, coming to straddle him like she did earlier that day, but this time for the reason one shoulder straddle another person. He arms wrap around his neck, hands twining up into the loose hair, and his hands come to hold her back and ass, squeezing softly, much to her delight.

Geralt’s mind empties, and he finds he’s living for the first time in a long time, and gasps into her lips when he feels a sneaky hand touching his cock, stroking it to full hardness, but from the display of Maylin, it was already half hard anyways. He holds her tight, so she doesn’t fall with one arm, his other coming to her heat to rub gently over her folds, making her moan into his mouth.

He guides his kisses from her mouth to her neck and listens to her moans as he pleasures her with her hand, rubbing at her clit, and making her arch into him. Her hand moves over his sex as well, making him bite down on her skin to stop the sounds, making her moan just a touch louder.

Maylin wants to bring him into her, but she doesn’t wish risking injury, and decides they have time for more later. She takes his hair in her other hand, and pulls his head back from her skin, and he grunts in pain, and his eyes snap open to look into hers, which glow softly, much to his surprise.

“D-Don’t,” Maylin says softly and comes to kiss him, closing her eyes to hide the glow, and he finds he can’t argue with her when she kisses him like that.

He slowly slides a finger into her, finding her tight, and warm, and she moans for him, biting his lower lip softly, making him moan, but he again tries to stop it, but she only bites harder, and he realizes as she moves her finger over his slit, causing him moan more, that she wants to hear him as much as he wants to hear her.

Her lips release his, and he kisses her throat, letting his moans come out, as she massages his cock in the same intensity, he massages her insides.

He opens his eyes to see that the wound on her side is healing, and any soreness in himself is gone, but he feels that if he asks, he will destroy this, so he accepts it with a kiss from her lips and adds a second finger.

It takes neither long to bring the other to completion, Maylin’s and Geralt’s moan mixing together as they hit their climaxes together, a swirl of magic coming from her wound as it heals completely, leaving nothing behind but Geralt’s memory of it.

Maylin rests her head in the crook of his neck and feels a warmth that has nothing to do with the hot spring, or the heat between her legs as she kisses his skin softly.

They stay that way until Maylin gets her sense back, and slides back into the water to clean their juices from herself, and pulls Geralt in as well, to do the same. Then. Hand in hand, leads him out of the small cave, to dawn their clothes once more, and walk back, hands staying together as much as they could, a lifeline between them.

But when Maylin steps into eh clearing, her body tenses, and the hairs on Geralt’s neck raise as he feels her magic, smelling as the soap did, but more like rain than other smells, explodes in the clearing.

He looks at her in alarm, his hand automatically flying to pull his steel sword out, and he follows her gaze to a man standing on the steps of the porch.

The man wears a fancy suit, one that Geralt finds to be extremely weird, with the buttons coming down, and the two pieces that flow behind him like tails. His blonde hair is combed back, and he closes a circular thing in his hand, that’s attached to a chain, and puts in it what Geralt guesses it a pocket on the inside of the jacket and turns to them.

“I see you made a friend May,” the man says, and steps down.

“Suck an egg Damian,” Maylin says, and her stance relaxes as she tightens her hold on Geralt and walks into the clearing some more, moving them so Geralt is closer to the house, and she is closer to the man.

Geralt frowns softly, and goes to move between them, and can not for the life of him figure out why she won’t let him, until the man speaks again.

“Mighty protective eh? Shame really. You’ll outlive him like you did with all the others,” Damian says, and stops a few feet away.

“I have my hopes,” Maylin says softly, “What are you here for Damian?”

“Just letting you know that there’s been some problems, and your… special talents are needed,” Damian says, glancing at Geralt with a dangerous glint in his eye before turning back to you.

Maylin snorts, “Find Zella. She’d happily rip a spine out too ya know.”

“I don’t know where she is, otherwise, I would have,” Damian says, annoyance sliding into his voice.

Maylin frowns, “She isn’t hard to find.”

“Is that why you still live here alone?”

“No. I am recovering.”

“From what? To tell us,” Damian gestures to himself then Geralt, who is staring intently at Maylin now, concerned for her.

Maylin hesitates, but she doesn’t look away from Damian, “Leave.”

“No.”

Maylin’s eyes narrow, “You are picking a fight you can’t win.”

“But you wouldn’t kill me Maylin,” Damian says and takes another step forward, but is stopped by a sword aimed at his chest, and he raises his hands.

“Maybe when I used the other name, but now you are an annoyance that can be replaced,” Maylin says, and stands up straight and tall.

“You wound me,” Damian says, and sighs, “give my regards to Di--”

Maylin charges, blind rage flooding her as she comes at him, her hand bursting through the other side of his chest before he got the words out, and he spits blood up and laughs when she pulls her hand free and watches him fall to the ground.

“I knew you didn’t have a heart,” Maylin says, and turns to go inside, as Geralt watches the body turn to dust, and disappear int eh breeze.

Geralt quickly moves to follow Maylin inside, and gently touches her shoulder, “Maylin?”

Maylin shakes head to toe, and tears brim on her lashes, and without a word she collapses into his chest, and starts to sob. Geralt lets his sword clamour to the floor, to wrap her up in his arms, and stroke her hair, putting the pieces together himself.

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etherealhood · 5 years ago

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Permanent Chase - Part One

author: @etherealhood

word count: 4,421

warnings: very angsty but it’s also got some fluff!

a/n: hello everyone!! this is something i’ve been drafting and working on for a few months now, and i’m so happy to finally share! it’s a reincarnation au so i hope you guys like it! be sure to let me know what you all thought of this part, enjoy! xo

pairing: calum hood x oc

After many, many years of consuming the amber liquid, the burn whiskey had during consumption eventually faded. Drinking it no longer left that bitter feeling that made her face scrunch up. However, the particular type of whiskey sitting in Malia Bianchi’s glass gave a slight tingle as she swallowed it. She was quite surprised to feel her face scrunch up just the teeniest bit.

She heard the loud and accomplished laughter of the bartender a couple feet away from her. Looking over, the man leaned against the bar top as he smiled brightly at her. “So I finally got you to crack?”

Malia rolled her eyes as the bartender, Benjamin, smirked at her with that smug look he seemed to always be wearing. “Fuck off, Benjamin. You found one, don’t get your hopes and think you’ll find another one.” She said, referring to his mission of finding an alcohol, any alcohol, that could get to her. For years now, he’d been trying to find something that could get a cringe out of her, and he was proving unsuccessful until he found this particular bottle of whiskey.

“Oh, I know I won’t. Gina had to track down that bottle all the way to Europe.” He explained as he began serving another customer who’d walked up to the counter. Benjamin poured the young customer a drink and smiled politely as the customer thanked him and walked off to some dark corner of the bar.

At the mention of Gina, she quirked an eyebrow and brought the glass back up to her lips, speaking before she took a small sip of the whiskey in her glass. “So you recruited the missus on your mission, huh, Benny boy?” Ben shrugged with another small laugh once he began wiping down the counter with a clean rag. “Where she’d import it from anyway?”

“Scotland.” He said, not really thinking much about it as he scrubbed at a sticky spot. However, in his peripheral vision, he saw her tense up before slowly lowering her cup back onto the countertop. Ben looked at Malia as her face fell from its happy and relaxed expression to that heartbroken look he was unfortunately a bit too familiar with. From where he stood behind the bar, he could see her bite at her bottom lip as tears pooled in her hazel-green eyes. “Oh, Lia, I’m sorry.”

She furrowed her eyebrows and wiped the stray tear that fell over the curve of her cheek. “No, it’s okay.” She sniffled and looked back up at her friend, giving a sad smile. “Just really missin’ him, ya know?”

Benjamin nodded in understanding. “How long’s it been since you last saw him?” The brunette inquired in a whisper as his sad eyes watched the woman before him.

Malia inhaled deeply, exhaling shakily as she looked at the liquid that she was swishing around in her glass. Looking down at the bright shade of brown reminded her of the way his eyes looked in the mornings when the sunlight peeked into the room and fell over his warm skin. “It was 75 years in November.” She said softly.

“Wow.” The bartender mumbled as he scratched at the full beard that littered his jaw, absolutely amazed that she’d gone that long without the love of her life. He knew her life story and he’d know it the fifty years he’d been alive. But when he really found himself thinking about just how long Malia had been separated from her lover, he couldn’t imagine spending 75 years waiting to find Gina.

It made his heart ache with sympathy as he saw that Malia was trying to keep from tearing herself apart. Growing up, he watched how she yearned to have him back by her side. He watched how not having him with her was ruining her. Missing someone for so long, looking for someone for so long changed her. She’d been doing it for centuries at this point, but he was beginning to think that this time it was taking a toll on her.

While Ben was swimming in his thoughts, Malia tapped her fingers on the wooden counter, feeling the lump form in the back of her throat. Since moving to Los Angeles, she slowly felt herself going crazy. Her whole life was a fucking waiting game, a sick and twisted game that the universe decided would be fun to watch her playout. With every year that went by, with every decade that went by, she was slowly losing hope in ever truly knowing what ‘happily ever after’ meant.

All those years ago, that beautiful man made a promise to her that they would spend their lives together and live happily ever after. But in the year 2019, she didn’t see any end in sight. She didn’t see any chance at the happy ending that the fairy tales made up happening for her, and truthfully, it made her cynical. Did anyone really get a happy ending in life? She would never know because she’d never even get an ending.

But she did have that little flame of hope flickering inside of her because she knew that he wouldn’t want her to be without hope.

She looked back up to Benjamin and sighed tiredly. Just the thought of him took all the energy out of her. Waiting was exhausting. “I think I’m gonna call it a night.”

“Lia, I really am so sorry if I put you in a bad mood.”

She laughed breathily as she grabbed her phone and keys off the counter. “You didn’t, Ben. Just thinking about him is getting harder these days. Besides, I’m pretty sure by the time I get back home, Atlas is going to be pissed at me for being out all night.”

“No, that dog loves you.” He smiled at her, a genuine look of care and concern on his face. “Get home safe.”

Malia nodded as she hopped off of the bar stool and pushed it underneath the counter. “Yeah, you and Gina are still coming to dinner tomorrow night?”

“Of course.”

“Great. Goodnight, Ben. Love you.”

“Love you, Lia.” He waved her off and turned around to start cleaning up the bar.

Just as she was turning away to leave, her body collided with another’s. She gasped as she felt a cold liquid spill all over her front side and seep through her cotton shirt, the sudden cool and wet sensation making her drop both her keys and her cell phone. Quickly, she pinched the fabric between her fingers and pulled it away from her torso. “Shit.” She muttered under her breath, the incident putting a damper on her already somber mood.

“Oh, fuck. I am so so sorry.” A voice said. An all too familiar voice.

Malia paused her examination of the dark stain as registered that voice, silently asking herself if she really just heard that voice. She looked up slowly, knowing that that voice belonged to the ghost that had been whispering in her ear these last 75 years. When her eyes met the dark ones of the man before her, she felt every atom of oxygen leave her lungs. She could feel her heart racing rapidly, pounding into the inside of her ribcage, leaving its mark like the tattoos that she spotted peeking out from the collar of his black tank which was covered by a black leather jacket.

While she stared in awe at the man in front of her, her mind went back to one of the many, many moments she’d shared with him.

July 1509

With her eyes still closed, she moved her hand over to the other side of the large bed, hoping to feel her husband’s warm skin as she reached out. Unfortunately, she felt nothing but the wrinkled fabric of the sheets in the place he’d been when she closed her eyes last night. A slight whimper left her as she opened her eyes and looked around the room, hoping to find her partner somewhere in the room.

As she glanced over to the balcony where she could see the sun’s warm light flowing into the room, she spotted the man she’d woken up hoping to see laying beside her. She smiled fondly when she realized that he was focused on the sight of the city their bedroom overlooked. She watched him take a deep breath before tilting his head back and closing his eyes, taking in the wonderful feeling of the early morning sun on his dark skin. His broad back was turned to her, and she assumed he’d only just woken up and didn’t think she was also awake.

She slips out of bed and tip toes over to him, trying her best to be quiet. When she’s behind him, she gets off her tippy toes and rubs her hand up his bicep. She feels the muscles in his arm clench as the sudden and unexpected touch, but he quickly relaxes when he realizes who it must be.

The man opens his eyes and looks over his shoulder at her, smiling a smile that she knew he’d reserved specifically for her. He looked down at her with sleep in his eyes and love in his heart. He hummed and grabbed her hand, pulling her in front of him so they could watch the sunrise together. His strong arms wrapped around her small frame, his large hands holding onto her shoulders, his fingers stroking over her collarbone.

His lips pressed to the shell of her ear in soft and sweet kisses. She sighed as his hands moved gently over her skin, his hand trailing down to hold her hip as he held her close to his body. He moved her hair out of the way and started sucking kisses at the curve of her neck. His fingers pulled the fabric of her nightgown away from her shoulder so that no inch of her soft skin would be left untouched by his plump lips.

Her head fell back against his shoulder, his arm unwrapping from her shoulder to hike up her dress so he could splay his hand across her bare stomach. His fingers stroked over her torso, his nails grazing at her skin. He smiled against her skin and brought his mouth back up to her ear. “You make me feel so alive.”

The frown on his face was apologetic as he looked at the large dark spot on her shirt. “Seriously, I’m really sorry.”

Malia smiled at the man before her and shook her head. “It’s alright. I mean, this kind of thing happens, right?” She teased with a raise of the eyebrow and a small chuckle.

His face broke into a smile and Malia could’ve sworn she felt the earth shift underneath her feet. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He agreed with a nod. He stuck his hand out for her to shake, she glanced down and noticed the bracelet wrapped around his wrist. She also got a glimpse of yet another tattoo.

Alive.

“I’m Calum, Calum Hood.”

She took his hand and shook it politely, grateful for his familiar touch. It made him being in front of her real. “Malia Bianchi.” She didn’t fail to notice the slight spark of recognition that displayed itself in the form of a furrow in his eyebrows and the glimmer his brown eyes.

“Malia Bianchi.” Calum repeats. But then he says just her first name quietly, almost as if he can taste the familiarity of her name rolling off his tongue. “Is there anything I can do? Can I buy you a drink to make up for the one I just spilled all over you?” He offered, his thick eyebrow raises as he offers a kind smile.

“Yeah, that would be great.” She accepted his invitation for a drink and walked alongside him to the bar. Benjamin caught her gaze and a wave of confusion washed over the middle-aged man. She subtly shook her head, silently telling him to not ask questions. Benjamin eyed Calum warily, not knowing for sure why Malia was following a stranger he’d never seen before, but he knew better than to worry too much. If anyone could take care of herself, it’s her.

Calum waved down Benjamin with two of his fingers. He smiled politely at the bartender. “Can I get another one of these?” He asked, holding up the now empty bottle of beer he’d spilled all over Malia. Ben’s eyes fell to the large wet patch he could see on Malia’s abdomen, but nonetheless he grabbed an unopened bottle of the beer her new friend had requested. Both he and Calum then looked towards Malia, quirking their eyebrows as if they were about to ask her what she wanted.

“Actually, I’ve got an idea.” She smiled softly, turning towards the tall, dark-haired man she’d met moments ago. “You a whiskey drinker?” She felt her heart race a little bit at the excited smile he flashed her. It’s been too long since she’d seen that sweet smile, far too long.

Calum nodded in reply. “Yeah. Why? What’re you thinking?”

“You’ll see. Hey, Benny boy, you still got that bottle of whiskey?” Malia asked, her friend nodding and giving her the bottle whose seal had only been broken an hour ago.

“Who’s he?” Ben mumbled underneath his breath as he passed along the bottle and two whiskey glasses.

“It’s him.” She mouthed, taking the bottle and glasses as she saw Benjamin’s face melt into understanding, his eyes moving to the man behind her before she turned back around to Calum. “Come on, wanna see if you can handle this.”

“Oh, I’m pretty sure I can handle a little whiskey.” He teased, following her to a table in the corner. Malia sat down, her loose brown curls bouncing as she pulled her chair up to the table. Calum sat across from her, setting his beer on the wooden table’s surface.

Malia’s fingers twisted off the cap of the bottle as she shook her head with an unsure hum. “I don’t know, Calum. This is some pretty strong stuff.” She said, pouring a bit into his glass and then the same amount into hers. He took the glass, his long fingers wrapping around it. She looked down at his hand and saw the tattooed initials, ‘DSH’ between his thumb and index finger.

“I hold my alcohol pretty well, Malia.” He brought the glass up and held it out, waiting for her to clink her glass with his. She only chuckled and knocked her drink against his, both of them taking a drink of the amber alcohol in their respective cups.

She had to hold back her laugh as she noticed his face scrunch up as the bitter taste hit his taste buds before he pulled his plump lips off the glass and set it back on the table. He swallowed with a visible wince and started coughing. “I hold my alcohol pretty well, Malia.” She mocked him as she rubbed her lips together to savor the strong flavor.

“What the hell was that?” He rasped out, very obviously not a fan of the butter taste the drink left in his mouth.

“Whiskey that Benjamin had imported from Scotland.” She shrugged, laughing as the man sitting in front of her coughed and cringed at its aftertaste.

His deep brown eyes widened and he shook his head incredulously, clearing his throat. His eyes went to the empty glass of hers and he was even more shocked. “Fuck. You were really able to drink all that in one go?” As he spoke, he’d say some words that would twist with a hint of an accent as they came out and she was quick to put the pieces together that he’d grown up in what sounded like Australia, but the lack of strength in his accent told her he’d been in America for a few years.

Malia shrugged, crossing her legs as she pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Oh, trust me, first taste got me, too.” She informed him. “Not nearly as bad as it got you, but it’s whatever.”

Calum playfully rolled his eyes and popped open his beer with a pop as the corners of his mouth quirked up in a small smile. “Yeah, yeah. You’re more of a man than I am, I get it.” He said jokingly, both of them sharing a laugh. The laugh kinda trailed off and left them in a silence. A surprisingly comfortable silence, Calum realized.

He looked over her face, getting a better look at her. As soon as he bumped into her, she looked up at him and he’d thought she was beautiful, but getting a longer look at her left him without air in his lungs. Her hair was a light brown, fading into a lighter, almost blonde color that complimented her caramel skin as it fell past her shoulders. Her eyes seem to sparkle brightly under the dim lights of the bar as the light brown swirled with greens and oranges, her pink lips visibly full and soft.

Her long and full eyelashes fluttered against her cheeks when she blinked. The hint of a smile still shadowed on her face as she tapped her finger against her empty glass. From where he sat, she looked like she was glowing. She was absolutely beautiful.

The longer Calum looked at her and took in every little detail on her face, he realized that he had seen her before. Sure, he’s met all kinds of people living in Sydney and moving to Los Angeles, but he’d never forget a face like hers. He’d never forget someone so stunning, so it really bothered him that he just couldn’t figure out how he knew her.

She noticed his stare and bit her lip, eyebrows furrowing. “I didn’t pull you away from anyone, did I? You’re not here with anyone, are you?” She said, getting ready to apologize if she’d stolen him from anyone he might’ve been hanging out with. While she cared a great deal about her and Calum’s relationship, she still would have felt bad if she’d dragged him from his friends.

He snapped out of the trance he’d been under while trying to figure out who she was. He twisted open the beer from earlier as he shook his head. “No. Only here with a group of friends. They’ve all got their partners though, so they’re not missing me too much.”

“What about you? Don’t you have some beautiful damsel in distress who might need you?” She asked teasingly, attempting to get the question about his relationship status out of the way.

“Mm, she’s sitting right in front of me.” Calum grinned and took a swig of his beer. She was sure that the smirk he sent her way was due to the rosy blush he noticed dusting across her cheeks. She didn’t think that he’d ever be able to leave her without butterflies in her stomach.

Calum and Malia ended up talking for a couple hours, sitting at that same table in the corner, a couple empty beer bottles in front of them. The bottle of whiskey now just a hit emptier than it was when the two sat down.

“So, if I ever get into some kind of bar brawl, then I should come to you to stitch me up?” Calum light-heartedly inquired with a soft chuckle as he rubbed his fingertips over the tattoos on his left arm. Sometime throughout the night, the leather jacket became too much for the crowded bar and he took it off, hanging it on the back of his chair.

She let out a breathy laugh and nodded. “I mean, not getting into ‘bar brawls’ is preferable, but yes, if you need me to stitch you up I could do it.”

“Noted. Though, I think I’d need a phone number if I was gonna come to you in a time of need. Don’t ya think?” He looked up at her through his eyelashes expectantly. He hoped to see some sort of amusement on her face, so he was pleased when he saw just that swimming in her eyes.

Malia tilted her head to the side as she rested her elbows on the table, her finger twisting the silver ring on her right ring finger. She’d made sure to remove it from her left hand before he could ask questions and make his assumptions. His eyes glanced at the movement and noticed she’d been playing with it all night. “Ooh, that was a good segway.” She said, complimenting his flirting.

“Yeah?” He asked, receiving a nod. “Had a feeling you’d appreciate it.”

He watched as Malia went to open her mouth, but before she could, a drunken voice interrupted her. “Cal, I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” The person spoke in a slur. Malia and Calum looked over to see the man approaching them. Malia was left surprised to who she saw stumbling over to their table. The dirty blonde man with those hazel eyes she’d never forget. How could she? He was her friend once, too.

“Clearly you didn’t look hard enough. I’ve been over here all night.” Calum chuckled. “You alright, mate?”

“I’m piss drunk. Need a ride home.” Calum’s friend giggled. His eyes drifted over to her and that wave of recognition she saw wash over the Maori man earlier that glazed over him, momentarily sobering him up. “Who’s your friend, Cal?” He asked, but it seemed he already had the answer, he just need some confirmation.

“Oh, this Malia Bianchi. Malia, this is Ashton Irwin.”

Ashton nodded as his thoughts were proved correct. She could see it in the way he looked at her. He remembered her, but he wasn’t sure if she remembered him. She had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to figure out until he was sober. He stuck his hand out for her to take. “It’s very nice to meet you, Malia.”

“You too, Ashton.” She smiled kindly at him as she shook his hand, hoping to give him a hint that she knew him like he knew her. He didn’t seem to get it. She figured it was because he was too drunk.

“I guess I should get you home, huh, Ash.” Calum sighed, standing up from his chair. He grabbed his jacket and pulled it on, checking his pockets to make sure he had everything. Malia stood up with him. “Do you need someone to take you home?” He asked her.

“No, I can manage. Thank you, though.”

Calum nodded understandingly. “Well, it was nice hanging out with you. You really saved me from boredom.”

“Yeah, you too.” She grinned up at him.

“And once again, I’m so sorry about your shirt.” He winced, gesturing to the now dried patch of alcohol that had spilled all over her top.

Malia giggled and touched his hand as she stopped his apology. “Once again, it’s fine. We had a great night because of it, didn’t we?” She rubbed her fingers over his knuckles.

“We did.” He stared down at her, Malia watching his eyes flick from hers to her lips.

Ashton was watching them and even in his drunken state, he noticed the tension that was building between them. “So are you gonna exchange numbers or am I going to have to listen to Calum complain for the rest of my life about not getting the pretty girl’s number?”

Calum looked back at his friend and glared at him before turning back to the stunning woman in front of him. “How about that number? Just in case I have any bar brawls in the near future and need some patching up?” He rubbed the back of his neck, smiling nervously while Malia returned it and made him feel a little less embarrassed about his friend’s lack of a censor.

“Give me your phone.” He did as she said and pulled it from his pocket, handing it off to her for her to enter her contact information. As she typed in her name and number, she said, “I’m really hoping to get a text about something other than some injuries.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He nodded and took his phone back once she was finished. He slipped it back into his pocket and cupped the side of her neck, his fingers grazing over her smooth skin, pressing a sweet kiss to her hairline. She closed her eyes in content before he pulled away.

He pulled from her, the ghost of his touch lingering on her body. The burn of his lips against her skin still tingling. “Night, Calum.”

“Goodnight, Malia.”

As Malia hurried to get inside the restaurant and out of the rain, she stepped past the threshold, closing her umbrella as she looked around for the familiar face of her friend, Rebekah. She noticed a head of black hair sitting at a table restaurant by a window to the left of the front door. Malia shook out the umbrella and closed it up, walking over to the reserved table, her boots clicking against the tile.

“Lia, hey.” Rebekah looked up with furrowed eyebrows as Malia slid into the seat across from her. “What’s up? You sounded pretty urgent over the phone.”

Malia doesn’t say anything as she hooks her purse on the back of the chair and pulls out a picture from the pocket of her beige, cashmere wrap coat. She sighs shakily as she looks at the picture, setting it on the table and pushing it towards Rebekah who still looked pathetically confused.

She grabbed the picture and examined it. The picture was in black and white, a couple from what seemed to be World War II sharing final moments at a train station. The man who was dressed in his army uniform, held the woman’s cheek, his forehead resting against hers. A wedding band was wrapped around his finger.

Rebekah immediately put together the pieces when she saw the woman in the picture’s familiar face. Her red-painted lips parted, her eyes going wide as she looked up to gaze at that very same woman from across the table. Malia pushes a strand of hair that had fallen from her loose ponytail out of her face as she bites her lip nervously, fingers resting on her bottom lip.

Rebekah looked at the picture once more, flipping it over to read the writing.

C & M (1943)

“You found him, didn’t you?”

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lonely-bored-writer · 5 years ago

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Winchesters meet the Phantoms Ch. 2

When Danny Fenton went to bed at five in the morning on a Saturday after a` long, long day of ghostly duties, he didn't want to be waken up. He was to the point that if one person said "I'd sleep when I'm dead", he would kill them. But as poor Danny should know by now the world was never in his favor and God loved to toy with him. So waking up in a dingy abandon building with a headache, as bad as the time he and Tucker binge drank, he shouldn't have been so surprised, right?

Wrong. The first thing he noticed, aside from the intense throbbing in his brain, was how warm he felt. He was use to being cold, he always noticed the slightest rise in temperature... and regulate weather or heaters never affected him. The second thing he noticed was how he was seated on top of a devil's trap (Clockwork would be proud he recognized it after so many weeks of trial and error), and a strange white substance lined the edge of it. Third, he noticed the two large men standing before him with shot guns. Sawed off shot guns might he add.

"Danny?" Sam Winchester questioned confused, lowering the shot gun from aim. "What are you doing here?" With the weird flickering lights, coldness, and winds that occurred during summoning, Sam would have figured they had summoned the correct monster.

"You tell me." Danny groaned, pulling himself into a seating position. Another groan left him when he noticed he was still his pajamas and no shoes. "On minute I'm safely asleep in bed in Amity, and next here feeling like I've been hit by a truck. Why was I summoned?"

"Kid, we were trying to summon the ghost king." Dean grumbled, dropping his gun on top the rickety table nearby that housed the books. "What did we miss?" Dean asked, looking over at his little brother while Sam reread the page.

"Well you see-"

"We didn't miss anything, Dean." Sam's face pulled tight. "I got all the right stuff from Bobby before we got here. We are even on haunted lands."

"Okay guys, but-"

"Than what the hell happened?" Dean pointed a finger to the increasingly annoyed teen. "Because instead of the ghost king, we got a freaking twelve year old!" The temparature drop in the room drew their attention to the fustrated teen, who glared at Dean.

"I'm seventeen." He correct, although he knew vary well he looked much younger because of his young stature before the accident. " And I'd think you'd like to know I'm technically the ghost king." Danny finished, receiving shocked looks from both of the older man.

"But, you're alive?" Sam questioned.

"What kind of Doctor Frankenstein bullshit is this?" Dean added, only to be ignored by the

"There was an accident, and I half died." Danny shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. "After that I kind of had a run in with Pariah Dark who was the ghost king, I defeated him and now technically it's me know. Though I haven't been formally sworn in."

"That's what Cas meant when he said you defined nature." Sam concluded, sharing a look with his brother. "You're a living oxymoron."

"That I am." Danny nodded in agreement, pulling himself to a stand a stretching. "Do you have some Advil? This summoning has given me a massive headache."

Sam and Dean shared another look, both giving the same impression. Those two brothers have seen many different things in their life, ranging from angels, to fairies, to being brought back to life, but never could either of them imagine a ghost human hybrid. Or the very powerful and tangible ghosts that also exist.

"It seems like you've been here often." Sam spoke. The trio decided to talking over breakfast after Danny took a short power nap. The waitress, Tina, seemed to know Danny and didn't bother taking his order. "I thought you lived in Illinois."

"I do." Danny nodded, taking a sip from his warm drink. "Having the Stopwatch as your mentor means a lot of traveling. I usually try to handle the ecto-ghosts before other hunters grab notice of them. They tend to like Ohio"

"Kids your age shouldn't be drinking coffee." Dean raised an eyebrow watching the kid finish his third cup before the food even arrived.

"It's not coffee." Danny laughed, looking down at the murky brown liquid. "It's a whole pack of five hour energy and hot chocolate." The disgusted and shocked look he got pulled another laugh from him. "I'm fine, I only drink it when I need too."

"How much sleep do you get?" Sam asked, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

"About five hours... a week." Danny answered, smiling at Tina when she placed his plate of hash-browns down. "But it's okay, really. Being half dead means I don't need a ton of sleep, and kind of makes it harder. Just takes a bit of a toll on my human form." Danny reassured when the concern didn't drop. "Besides, what is it you guys need from me?"

"We to know about how to end on of those ecto ghost." Dean answered,Sam gave him a side glare before adding on.

"We also have a piece of literature that apparently only you could translate."

"Let's see it." Danny nodded, eating his food as Sam slide photos over to him. The image had an old looking parchment on it, a strange language scribbled across. To anyone else it didn't look like a language but to Danny, he could clear read it. His eyes flashed green to catch any missing links, lo and behold some parts were written in ectoplasm.

"Whoa, what was with the green eyes?" Dean asked around the bite of his burger.

"Uh, oh its a way to see any thing written in small amounts of ectoplasm. Without it I wouldn't been able to figure this out." Danny replied distracted, eyes running over the different symbols.

આ ભવિષ્યવાણીઓમાં તમે જોશો કે કોઈ આત્મા સેવા આપશે નહીં. અમારા મહાન રાજાએ અમને છોડી દીધા છે તે નાશ કરવાની સલાહ આપી છે, અમારે અમારો ક્ષેત્ર અને મનુષ્યોને એકમાં બનાવવા માટે ચાર ખતરનાક મુસાફરો લેવા જોઈએ. નોટિસ પાડવા માટે ��ક્ષમ હોવાના કારણે અમે પ્રથમ અજમાયશ પૂર્ણ કરવી જોઈએ. આમ કરવા માટે જીવન અને મૃત્યુ બંનેના પ્રાણીએ તે બનાવનારાઓનું જીવન લેવું જોઈએ. પછી પ્રાણીએ પવિત્ર રાશિઓના પવિત્ર રક્તને લઈ જવું જોઈએ, જેથી સંયુક્ત રીતે મૃત્યુની ��છબડાથી જીવોની સંપૂર્ણ ક્ષમતાને અનલૉક કરી શકાય. આ નવી શક્તિ સાથે, આપણા તારણહાર ધાર્મિક વિધિ શરૂ કરશે. પારિયાના પુસ્તકમાંથી શબ્દો વાંચીને, પોર્ટલ ખોલવાનું શરૂ કરશે સ્ફટિકના મૃત્યુના તેલ સાથે આગ પ્રગટાવવામાં આવશે, રક્તના ફૂલોને બાળી નાખવું એ પ્રાણીનો નાશ કરવા માટે જીવલેણ જ્યોત બનાવશે. અડફાના મૃત્યુથી પોર્ટલની વૃદ્ધિ અને અમારા વિશ્વનું મિશ્રણ બનશે. ત્યાંથી ઘણા લોકોના શેલો ખોલવા માટે અમારા લોકોની શરૂઆત થશે.

"You won't have to worry about a thing as long as whoever is trying to complete this doesn't get a hold of me." Danny concluded, handing the images back to Sam. "No one really knows who I am, and its going to stay that way."

"Why would they need you? What were the bastard trying to do?" Dean asked, glancing over to the images. "And what kind of language even is that?"

"It's an old one, something that was more common before I came along. Clockwork made sure to each me." Danny smiled, downing the rest of his drink. "As for what they want, they want to combine the ghost zone and this zone. Giving all the ghosts an opening to new take over everything."

Dean and Sam looked to each other before looking to the young calmed teen who ate as if there would be no problem. The fact that someone was now looking through this old document could mean that someone knows about him. Someone who planned to go through with this.

#Danny Phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #danny fenton #superphantom #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural writing prompts #superphantom au #fanfic #fanfiction.net #supernatural fanfic #Winchesters meet the Phantoms

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skullgruntdana · 5 years ago

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Dana’s Headcanons

Trigger Warnings Apply

Headcanon #1

Dana really doesn’t like fire. The child has been scared of fire for a long time because she once saw a house burned to the ground by an accidental fire. Because of this Dana only has a few Fire Types. While they smell nice, Dana refuses to allow her mother to bring candles into the house. Dana fears the house will burn down so she cries and throws a tantrum when her mother attempts to bring a candle into the house. The only fire Dana seems okay with is the little fire coming out of a lighter. Other than that she can’t go near campfires without either fainting or crying.

Headcanon #2

Dana almost drowned when she was three years old. When Dana was three she wandered away from her parents when they were shopping at the supermarket. She was only gone for a second but in that second she fell into a river which had a strong tide. Dana sunk to the bottom of the river and swallowed a bunch of water. When she was under water she panicked and fainted because of lack of oxygen. Thankfully Dana was pulled out by her mother who had jumped into the river. Upon waking up, Dana threw up water. This traumatized her so much that Dana refused to go near any body of water. Dana still will not go near rivers, but she does like walking around the ocean or the lake. She just doesn’t swim.

Headcanon #3

Dana is on the spectrum. Dana is on the spectrum and has been diagnosed since the age of three. Her mother wanted to make sure Dana got the benefits she needed so Dana was tested for numerous disabilities including ADHD, ADD, and OCD all of which Dana has. Dana’s mother took Dana out of the local school in Akala because it did not have the programs Dana would need to be successful. Dana gets one on one tutoring with a curriculum that benefits her and is easy to follow.

Headcanon #4

Dana is very picky about what she wears. Dana does not like wearing scratchy clothes are anything that would distract her. Elise, Dana’s mother, makes most of Dana’s clothes. Dana used to wear hand-made clothes because at the time her parents were too poor to afford buying their daughter clothes. Dana prefers handmade clothes but will wear factory made clothes if the material isn’t scratchy and if she likes the clothes/designs on the clothes. As for her headband, Dana never takes it off. Not even when she’s asleep. Her Drifloon headband is her favorite, but Dana will wear other headbands as long as she likes them. Her headband is handmade.

Headcanon #5

Dana does not like Spearow or Murkrow. The hearts on Dana’s headband are shiny and it attracts the attention of the two bird Pokemon. These Pokemon attack her frequently in an attempt to take her headband. When Dana is attacked, she attacks back with her Hydreigon.

Headcanon #6

Dana was experimented on by her father. Rick Sanchez, Dana’s father, stole a vial of liquid which would give a human the power of Pokemon. He was kicked out of the scientific community when he left Rocket, but he wanted to be admitted back in so her experimented on his daughter when she was three. The liquid gave her electrokinesis, but she lost her pupils as a result. But the experiment was a failure because Dana was not as powerful as she should have been. Dana can only drain small electronics of their energy and charge batteries.

Headcanon #7

Dana is right handed. Dana can’t write whatsoever with her left hand and she favors the right one for basic tasks. Elise is trying to get her to use her left hand more because it’s getting to the point where Dana is having a hard time carrying things back and forth.

Headcanon #8

Dana doesn't want to go to school. Dana doesn’t have pupils and her mother Elise was afraid the child would get made fun of. Because of this, Elise doesn’t want to put her daughter through school until Dana is comfortable to make that choice by herself. Dana is tutored by a man that comes every other day to teach Dana. Dana is very hard to teach because she can’t sit still for five minutes. Luckily, Dana is an average student and does well in her studies.

Headcanon #9

Dana has an easy time falling asleep. Though she is very hyper, Dana gets tired out easily from strenuous tasks or just running around in general. All Dana’s mom has to do is to let her daughter run around outside before going back inside to collapse on the couch. It’s so easy that Dana often falls asleep at the dinner table or on the couch while she is watching t.v. This is good for Elise who has to deal with Dana’s twin Diana. Diana does not like to fall asleep and often throws tantrums.

Headcanon #10

Both Dana and the writer love the band Sleigh Bells. The guitar in that band is the best sound in the world, according to Dana. The Voidz are a close second, but Dana and the writer share similar music tastes. Songs like Rill Rill, Infinity Guitars,and Demons are Dana’s favorite songs from the Sleigh Bells. Dana seems to like metal and rock music with a bit of hip hop and rap. She has no set genre.

Headcanon #11

Dana loves Kantonian candy. Plum milk flower kiss candy is really good and she loves that kind of candy. Other candies include milk candies, bubblegum, candy corn, honey candy, strawberry candy, and watermelon candy. Dana also enjoys taffy and other chewy candies. Dana’s mother tries not to buy Dana too much candy, but Dana often buys (or steals) her own candy. Dana also really likes caramel.

Headcanon #12

Dana has a twin sister. Dana’s twin sister’s nickname is Diana. Diana for a time was living at Dana’s aunt’s house. But she has since moved back in with Elise and Dana now that Elise has a stable home life for her. Unlike Dana, Diana does go to school and is an average student. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Headcanon #13

Dana loves taking vacations. Dana goes on frequent vacations because she has the means to. By using her Drifloon, she can drift off to faraway places and chill there till she flies back on one of her Pokemon. Though it’s usually to other regions. Being suspended in midair over the ocean is really stressful. That is what makes vacations dangerous. Other than that, it’s just really fun.

Headcanon #14

Dana tries her best to be brave. There are instances where Dana has to run away. But it’s really hard to knock her down without a fight. Dana can and will fight you even if she is smaller than you. This child runs off pure sugary rage. Dana is brave because she believes in herself and she tries her best in those kinds of situations.

Headcanon #15

Dana doesn’t own that many dolls. Dana’s sister, Diana, is more or less into dolls. Dana doesn’t have a lot of dolls because she lacks that want to baby and coddle something that isn’t a Pokemon. Dana is more into video games and Pokemon figurines. She also likes RC cars and marbles. Legos are also fun. Dana actually doesn’t really play with toys unless she’s playing inside. Outside, she uses toy cars and basic sandbox toys. Not to mention kites or skipping stones.

Headcanon #16

Dana doesn’t have any pupils. While she was born with them, an experiment made them disappear so she only has an iris. The iris is blue and Dana can still see. But her eyes have a hard time when it comes to bright lights. Because of this, Dana has to wear special contacts to help her filter light in her eyes. The contacts act as a sort of pupil or like sunglasses that keep the sun from hurting her eyes. Without those contacts, Dana’s eyes will hurt when she’s outside. Sometimes Dana forgets to wear those contacts. If she forgets, she always has sunglasses on her at all times. If she forgets those sunglasses, her eyes could be damaged.

Headcanon #17

Dana can whistle pretty loudly. Dana is able to whistle pretty loudly when she calls her Pokemon. The Pokemon know she is calling them when she whistles. The child has scared numerous people with her ability to whistle. She, of course, finds this really funny and whistles when she feels like messing with a crowd of people in public places. Dana’s mother does not find this funny.

Headcanon #18

Dana doesn’t really use the internet. Dana has a Twitter and Instagram and that’s about it. She uses Spotify and YouTube for music. Dana doesn’t spend more than an hour a day on the internet. She prefers to play video games, watch t.v., and play outside. Dana likes going to parks and the beach even though she can’t swim. Dana’s mom is relieved that Dana isn’t one of those kids that are glued to their phones.

Headcanon #19

Dana likes drawing. Dana has her own sketchbook and often likes to doodle in it. The child keeps every drawing she has and gives some to her mother. Dana doesn’t understand in- depth yet or proportion. Sometimes her drawings are made fun of by mean hearted people. When this happens, Dana takes it to heart and sulks for days, refusing to draw anything. It takes a while for her spirits to bounce back if somebody makes fun of or hates her art.

Headcanon #20

Dana loves Ghost and Fairy Types. Dana loves Drifloon. And though she doesn’t have a lot, she really likes Ghost types. Dana’s teams are of mixed types. She has no set type of Pokemon that she collects. Fairy types are her close second. Because most Fairy types are really cute. But Dana dislikes Fire types.

Headcanon #21

Dana has frequent nightmares, but she can’t remember her dreams. Dana sometimes remembers her dreams, but mostly they are basic things like being trapped someplace or big scary creatures going after her. Dana has a lot of dreams where it feels like she is falling.

Headcanon #22

Dana has a lot of hope in people. She is not cynical yet, though I can see her becoming cynical as she grows older. Dana believes in the world and thinks everybody (including her father) is a good person, but there are times where she thinks badly of somebody. Overall, Dana has hope in people and in the world. Nothing but age and experience on this Earth can change that.

Headcanon #23 Dana doesn’t really understand promises. Because sometimes they are broken by adults. Why make a promise if you’re going to break them? Dana is becoming wary of people who tell her to trust them. But, of course, she’s a child and in the end she will always trust somebody even if she just met them. This isn’t so good because it means Dana can be taken advantage of. Hopefully she grows out of this.

Headcanon #24

Dana’s texting style isn’t like the way she talks. Dana doesn’t use slang, nor does she use emojis. Dana uses emoticons and full sentences when she texts, so her texts look like this: There is a party going on. You should come over. (＾▽＾). Dana rarely calls anybody and mostly texts people, but she doesn’t IM anybody, nor does she use the internet to text anybody. Only rarely will Dana call anybody and when she does, the calls aren’t really ones that last for a long time. Dana only calls when she is in danger or when giving directions.

Headcanon #25

Dana wears her portal ring on her left ring finger. When Dana was seven, she was given her own portal ring by her first best friend Yuki. Dana now has the ability to go to other dimensions.

Headcanon #26

If Dana were in the Pokemon game, these would be her quotes:

Challenging the player: "With Drifloon, I can defeat'cha!" "Battle me? Ya gotta say yes!" "Peekaboo! I see you!" (while doing Team Skull gang signs) "for Skull!"

Greeting the player: "Hey! I can't let you in. Boss won't like that!" "Guzma is a super strong bug trainer. I'll be strong like him!"

Winning a battle: "We did great, Drifloon!" "Hah! I knew I was strong!" "Boss'll be proud'a me!"

Losing a battle: "NO!" "Boss won't be happy wit' me-" "No-" (said while stomping her feet) "It's not fair!"

Extra after a battle: "Aren't Drifloon great?" "Do you wanna meet my Drifloon?" "Sometimes my Drifloon drags me away." "You're strong!" “Can I pet your Pokemon?!” “Do you want to be my friend?”

Headcanon #27

If Dana were in the game, her battle theme would be the 8-bit version of the Team Skull battle theme with the vocals over it. She still has the Team Skull emblem and spray paint opening sequence at the beginning of the battle to show she is in Team Skull.

Headcanon #28

Extra: If Dana were in the game and you interact with her 20 times, she will give you her phone number. Dana will text you whenever there are Drifloon around. She will text you the Route you can find them in too. Dana’s messages are all very energetic and in all capital letters.

Headcanon #29

Dana is often dragged away by Drifloon. Because she is so tiny, Drifloon have an easier time dragging Dana away. This stresses her mother out, so Elise keeps a close watch on the Drifloon as best as she can.

Headcanon #30

Dana is challenging the Galar gyms, and her challenger number is 425, which is Drifloon’s number in the PokeDex. So far, Dana has defeated four gyms, but lost against Bede.

Headcanon #31

Dana has a very complex opinion of her late father. Some part of Dana really loves him and wants him to love her, but the other part of her is very mad at him for hurting her. Dana feels like she was robbed of something because of her dad’s death, and she wishes she could go back and tell him how much she hates him, or make another attempt to win his love and affection. At some point, Dana has deluded herself into thinking he’s alive. However, one day she will learn that he is not coming back.

Headcanon #32

Dana has anger management issues. Dana has been known to lash out when she gets upset or frustrated. Sometimes she gets violent when she sees people with blue hair like her father. Lately, Dana has been using calming techniques to calm herself down when she gets too upset or frustrated. So far, it seems to be working.

Headcanon #33

Trigger Warning!

Dana’s Injury History: A scar on her arm from being attacked by Dee’s Hydreigon. Her pupil-less from her father’s experiments. Temporary nerve damage from being frozen by Lusamine.

Headcanon #34

TRIGGER WARNING

Dana joined Team Skull to get away from her dad. Dana’s dad liked to experiment on her, and the experiments sometimes scared or hurt her. Dana ran away the first time because her parents were fighting, but since then she had gone back to Po Town to get away from her father. Dana likes to tell people she joined because she was a badass, but the real reason she joined is very sad.

#tw abuse #tw eye horror #tw divorce #tw cruelty #general tw #headcanons

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dahniwitchoflight · 6 years ago

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the only thing i'd actually disagree with is the Earth typing just cuz i feel like its the same distinction as Water and Ice types

I feel okay with Ice type existing because I don’t see it as a sub element of Water, I see it as an element of Cold, in contrast to Fire’s Heat

Ice type encompasses not just frozen water, but frozen anything. Kyurem has no water at all, and is still ice type because of it’s association with absolute zero as a concept

it’s it own fundamantal force of reality, Coldness and Entropy, that it being merged into Water couldn’t properly express, because Water can be Hot too

Ill grant you that some water/ice types could probably just be water, cloyster and dewgong come to mind, even lapras

But Nah, Liquid and Cold are two seperate ideas entirely that represent different things

It’s just frozen water is the most common easiest way of representing what Cold is

Rock and Ground on the other hand.

It’s not even like theyre seperate states of the same matter, nor do they represent different concepts, theyre both solids, representing the idea of the earth beneath us.

They all represent, soil, rock, earth, stone, mountain, gravel, sand. The land beneath us

Yes you could make distinctions between Crystalline things and Sandy Things, in that one feels harder than the other, but what do those two things even fundamentally represent that are different from eachother?

Not to mention crystalline things are most associated with Fairy in Pokemon than Rock as being pretty shinies

every pokemon type has an overarching concept it represents

States of matter, common wordly concepts, forces that make the world turn and become

Flying: Air/Gas

Water: Liquid

Rock/Ground/Earth: Solids

Electric: Plasma

Sound: Aether

Fire: Energy/Heat

Ice: Entropy/Cold

Poison: Rot and Decay

Grass: Growth and Renewal

Dragon: Bestial

Steel: Humanity/Manmade

Bug: Insectoid

Normal: Light/Good/Basic/Neutral

Dark: Evil

Ghost: Life/Death

Psychic: Spirituality

Fairy: Fae and Femininity

Fighting: Tough or Masculinity

some of these you might not all agree with, but the point remains, if you had to seperate Earth into Rock and Ground, what would they even encompass?

#Pokemon #Anonymous

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askmicrowaveayem · 7 years ago

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MAYEM: The Earth Is Not A Cold Dead Place Pt. 6 (END)

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Kid covered his face and tried to not laugh.

“I can't believe you're burning your void,” he said.

This is the kind of shit Goop would've scolded Kid for back when he was alive.

“It’s my void, let me burn it if I wanna.” Goop chuckled.

“I was actually a little worried it would hurt the circuitry of the thing but I realized that it never really gets very far before just… vanishing. So I think it’s okay.”

...Kid nodded, not sure what to make of that but…

“...okay. I'm going to admit right now I honestly thought you were always just holding this bubble of coffee inside you until you got outside or something instead of it vanishing and I never really understood it but I wasn't going to question it. So. I'm glad that got cleared up, honestly.”

Goop turned and stared at him. “... You thought I just kept it inside me and then… puked it out or something all this time?”

He seemed both a mix of horrified and incredibly amused.

“Your void hates liquid! I assumed it just… Wouldn't assimilate!” Kid said, throwing his hands up.

“So maybe you kept it in a little pocket, like how you carried your magazines and stuff! It made sense.”

“I mean… yeah I guess that makes sense.” Goop said, still looking pretty amused. “But I don’t… hold it? I just let it go after it goes in my mouth and then it just sorta…”

“...”

“I bet there’s like… a pile of old coffee and potato chips and shit sitting in the void somewhere.” He looked at Kid.

Kid stared at Goop.

“....the final revenge,” he said.

“I’m going to make it my new life’s mission to turn the void into a fucking trash heap.”

“PLEASE DON’T START EATING GARBAGE JUST TO SPITE THE VOID.” Papyrus said with a grimace.

“Let's find the grossest human food and go for it,” Kid said with a straight face.

“AUGH.” Papyrus groaned, “I AM HAVING NO PART IN THIS.”

“i totally am.” Sans grinned, “there’s a really sketchy deli around the block. next time i’m there i’ll grab something gross and bring it back.”

“Excellent.” Goop grinned evilly.

“Family outing,” Kid said, grinning.

A little hopeful.

Family?

Goop grinned and turned to Papyrus.

“...” The tallest skeleton sighed and threw up his hands. “OH FINE.”

“Yaaay.” Goop grinned, standing up.

Kid grinned a little.

Watched them.

…

They’d go shopping eventually. It was easier on Goop when he could touch things. When he could feel things.

Kid handed him fruits and let him weight them in his palms.

…

And then they started buying things for something a little less casual.

The outing was nice. They stopped by the gross deli and Goop ate a really sketchy sandwich, much to his youngest son’s dismay and his eldest’s pleasure, and after that he got to touch fruits and vegetables and bags of cookies. It was simple motions and feelings that most people took for granted that he took the time to enjoy.

That evening they would stay awake with Goop into the night outside, letting him feel the evening air come in. The kids would go to bed eventually, and then he and Kid would go for a walk.

They sat on the front porch of their house as the sun rose, and Goop took Kid’s hand in his and squeezed it, and for the first time since they had been sealed underground so many years ago, he felt the sunrise warm up the air around him.

And he cried.

It wasn’t a heavy cry. Just a few tears. Just overwhelming emotions.

He was finally here, in the moment. He wasn’t just a ghost floating through the world anymore, but rather part of it.

Before they headed back to the house Goop hugged his friend tight, and thanked him.

For everything.

…

It was hard to explain. Knowing his friend had never really felt his hugs before. Knowing that it hadn’t really done anything.

Not until now.

Knowing that now Goop could feel the ground beneath him, and the weight and pressure of Kid’s arms around him, so much stronger than the shallow buzz of two souls being nearby.

Two pathworked, broken souls.

Two souls that had tried to make themselves twins.

…

He didn’t respond to the thanks. He just hugged Goop a little tighter. Rested his head against Goop’s shoulder and asked if he’d like to go up to bed.

...it was finally, finally time to rest.

They would head home and finally rest, and for most of the day they wouldn’t come out. As much as he loved the sensation the new machine brought him, it also tired him out. It was a lot to take in, and a lot to deal with, so for once he actually managed to sleep.

Their room had a mattress now, mostly because Kid could still feel, and they slept curled up on it together. Goop might have held him a little more than usual, as if he let go he wouldn’t feel it anymore.

But he did. He woke up and knew right away that the pressure was Kid and the mattress underneath them and the warmth of the blankets.

It was nice.

…

They made a date for their wedding finally.

Well, ‘wedding’.

They made little invitations and started to jump around to the old haunts that felt like they hadn’t been there in decades.

They went to the smiley Gaster they were going to have the party in and told him even though neither of them were really sure how much he understood. They invited the married couple through the transmitter, and informed them that the danger had passed, although they politely declined.

Understandable, from what little they knew they had been through.

They invited the old Gaster and his grandkids, told Voidkid and the new friend he had traveling with him, the skeleton Gaster who was staying in the dog world, the other version of Goop that Kid had saved, the really fucking tall guy too even though they didn’t think he would come even if he could.

But the offer was what mattered.

They decided on rings. They decided on a cake. They decided on clothes. Actual clothes for once.

Goop decided to wear all white since it was usually the other way around, and it took him a couple of tries to actually be able to walk around comfortable inside something, but he managed it.

Kid thought it was a little funny to watch Goop walk around like he was bloated.

...Really funny, actually.

...he decided to try and match. Once Goop got used to the suit and actually settled in it, at least.

He started going down to the dump of their worlds, gathering shards of glass and other little broken things for the shared drink, which would… be a pretty interesting first drink, what with their unique makeup! But at least they would both be able to feel it.

...he went and picked up some shrapnel from the place his parents had once lived, too. It’d started to be built up again, now. It was being turned into apartments again. Living spaces. Too many monsters in the underground.

...but he was still able to find some old pieces of window glass.

Most monsters would’ve gone to Asgore to melt the glass in Kid’s underground. Kid somewhat wanted to see if Goop’s younger self could do it for them instead. ...he’d’ve asked Goop’s Grillby, if that Grillby were still around.

But he’d see about asking the happy little skeleton instead.

….there were other things to do.

Paper chains covered every corner of the house for a little while. His kids were making flag banners. It was hard to go set up ahead of time, but his Sans and Papyrus had talked with Goop’s in order to head off to the little cave and figure out how to make it work.

The smiley Gaster would live in a colorful, cheerful looking cave for a while before the wedding even took place.

They had a long conversation about marriage customs between them, especially since Goop was mostly drawing on times before monsters were underground, and only from what little he knew of weddings back in his home town. He hadn’t participated in any in the underground.

But he was eager to help with the glass bowl, as was his much younger self when it was given to him.

He was absolutely flattered that Kid had chose him to melt it for them.

Sans and Papyrus worked with their doppelgangers in Kid’s world to help set everything up, jumping from one world to the next to put up streamers and set up tables.

As the day approached the kids scrambled to set up food and cake and bring everyone in that had accepted. The different Gasters, Alphys, their kids.

Kid and Goop were the last to arrive and survey what had been set up for them, and Goop’s eye lit up.

It was the first time he could recall having a party just for the hell of it since he was a little boy.

It was an awful lot of people for a very little cave.

There was a long table with a cloth on it and the cake--taken from aboveground weddings, now. There were streamers and little colorful banners on the cave walls. Someone had strung fairy lights on the ceiling along with the regular crystals, turning the cave’s glow warm and soft. One of their Sanses had brought in a little battery-run CD player and it was playing something under the chatter inside, never letting the room fall silent.

...And there were cards on the table by the cake. A well-wish by the couple who hadn’t come. A formal address from the enormous Gaster, who had sent his two sons as ‘envoys’ in his place--a pair of young skeletons, dressed up to the nines in embroidered suits looking around with wide excited eyes, hesitantly being coerced into playing along with the Grandfather’s young pair and the Dogster, who rolled contently on the floor beside his smiling puddle of a new friend.

The grandfather himself was fussing over Goop’s Sans. The pair of Papyru standing along with the younger version of Goop who was all smiles, feeding the trio’s anxious energy.

...Kid’s own Sans was being introduced to VK’s traveling friend, who looked very out of place, but had also brought a card--he had an orange scarf and wasn’t a skeleton, but he was polite and eager to please and chat, and that went a long way in this crowd.

...Sans stopped talking when he spotted Kid and Goop arriving though.

Headed over to them.

...Gave Kid a nudge in the ribs, and then a hug.

“You ready?”

...Kid laughed a little and hugged him back.

“...Probably more than I’ve ever been.”

Goop’s kids came over too, grinning and hugging their dad before gesturing to the center of the cave, a pedestal with the glass bowl they had made sat on top filled with water instead of any sort of wine or fruit drink, just to go a little easier on both of them. Kid especially.

Then they returned to their spots and eagerly waited.

Goop made a grab for the bowl.

“HEY! YOU HAVE TO SAY SOMETHING ABOUT KID FIRST!!” Papyrus guffed, and Goop stopped to look at him.

“... Really? You’re going to make us do the speech?”

“OF COURSE!”

“You gotta say at least something nice!” His younger version added in.

Goop groaned nervously and looked across the pedestal at Kid.

“Uh. Okay.”

“...”

“Do I have to go first?”

Kid stared at him.

“It will absolutely be worse if I go first.”

He was already starting to morph a duck bill.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” Goop said, putting a hand over Kid’s face, laughing.

Then he sighed and drummed his fingers along the edge of the pedestal. “Uh…”

“...”

He looked over at everyone at the table sitting and waiting and if he was at all capable of blushing he definitely would have.

“Uh. So.”

“...”

Goop looked back up at Kid. “Thanks. For. Uh. Putting up with me and… I think you’re really great and uh…”

He wanted to melt back into the void right about now.

“... I’m glad I crashed into your lab forever ago, even if I’m sorry for dragging you across the multiverse. Um…”

“... I love you. You’re the best friend I’ve ever had.”

He wanted to die.

Kid did too.

He was hiding behind his hands. A lot.

And curling down some.

Oh boy.

Oh god he saw someone say ‘aww’ on the lower level.

“You’re a jerk,” he squeaked.

Goop laughed, his voice cracking a little.

“I try. Your turn, you can’t get out of this shit now.”

Kid shrank and made a pathetic sound, but he did waddle over to where Goop was to do a speech too.

…

He wasn’t any better at this than Goop was. Even if it was a room full of friends.

“...I’ve broken most of my morals for you and I think that probably says a lot about…. That. That’d I’d still probably do it again.”

He covered his face again.

Goop laughed, “That was so fucking awful. Come on, I said more than that! Pat my ego!”

Aaaagh. Kid batted a hand at him.

“I thought I was supposed to be honest?”

“Augh.” Goop groaned, but he was smiling.

Some of the guests laughed.

He reached for the bowl to take a drink of the water, then handed it to Kid.

Kid took it.

“...”

“I really would do anything for you,” Kid said quietly. “...even if I’m kinda shit at saying it out loud.”

…

He held the bowl up to let Goop drink from it.

“...” Goop just smiled.

When they finished taking their drinks, everyone clapped and cheered, and Goop stepped around the pedestal to wrap his arms around his friend and give him a hug.

Kid hugged back. Awkward with happiness and not sure where to go or what to do next--

But that would be okay.

They didn’t need to know much anymore.

Right now, they just had to serve everyone some cake.

There was no time crunch. No looming death. No inevitable destruction.

Just cake and friends.

They served it out to everyone, slices cut for the little kids and set on the ground for the dog and even offered to the very happy slime resting roughly in the middle of the room even if he couldn’t eat it.

They went over to VK and his new friend to be introduced and talked to him awhile to get to know him, to learn a bit about his world.

The younger version of Goop continuously approached Kid to talk about him about… anything and everything he could think of with the same sort of excitement his old friend talked about things, but with a youthful joy that Goop had long since lost.

Sans humored the oldest Gaster’s fussing, cracking jokes and entertaining his grandkids when they weren’t playing with the small children in elaborate, royal clothing. Papyrus was abuzz almost everywhere, asking everyone where they were from and what they did and if they would like another slice of cake.

… It was a fun party, even for a pair of Gasters who had been dragged through hell and were horribly socially anxious.

It helped that this was their party.

It was just… made of them. People they cared about. People they’d talked with before and they trusted. Maybe those people hadn’t ever met each other before, but…. It was also satisfying. Seeing people who had never met before, but come together anyway, and they got along.

And they all came here for them.

...Kid entertained the younger Goop as much as he could before VK intervened, pulling the little kid away to talk with him too. To happily measure himself up with the littler version of his friend.

Kid settled down beside the very smiley void eventually, trying to catch a moment of rest in the bustle.

Goop eventually did too, sitting on the other side of the smiling puddle of void as things started to wind down. His Sans and Papyrus started to take those home who felt like it was time to go back, and they would approach Goop and Kid on their way out to congratulate them one more time and tell them not to be a stranger.

They took the royal kids home shortly after grandpa Gaster and his grandkids left, the dog and his friend was soon to follow, and eventually the younger Goop came to say goodbye as well.

He told Kid that he was very happy to see him again, and that he was always up for a visit.

Eventually even VK would need to get moving on with his new friend in search of their Sans and Papyrus.

They were left with their kids and the smiling void between them.

…

“This was really nice.” Goop said as the cave grew quiet.

Kid hugged the little ones and his younger Goop as they all left.

Promised he’d get the younger one something to talk to him more once they’d figured out the technology for it.

And then Sans and Papyrus took them home. Kid’s own pair were quietly beginning to clean up, Sans yawning and Papyrus stretching up to reach the banners.

“Yeah, it was,” Kid said as he watched.

He was exhausted and drained, but not… in a bad way. In a way like he was ready to happy settle in for a long, warm nap, and knowing the wouldn’t have to worry about when he woke up. It was a strange, smooth but fuzzy feeling inside him.

It was nice.

He looked down at the smiling void.

“You like it too?”

Grinned.

Goop grinned right back at him. “Glad you could make it.”

Even though the guy hadn’t moved at all.

…

“We’ll stop by and visit you more often now. Bring some playing cards. Oh, we got that one set from the couple.” He said, and went to reach into his chest only to hit white fabric.

He gruffed and reached into the pocket that had them instead.

They were a really nice set of playing cards.

“... Man…” He said, sighing and looking over at Kid.

“I can’t believe they beat us getting married though.”

Kid snorted. “We don’t even know when they started!”

Really, it wasn’t a race.

“Yeah! But!”

…

“I wanted to win.”

…

Kid put a hand on Goop’s forehead.

“You win.”

“Is there a prize?”

“A hug.”

“Excellent.”

Then he hugged the void between them.

The void smiled wider but Goop’s hug would be like trying to squish jello.

The void oozed overtop his arms.

Kid just laughed at him.

Goop stuck to his guns and gave the void a nice, long hug before pulling away, completely straight-faced even as bits of the void stayed on his clothes.

“Best prize ever.”

Fortunately for everyone, the void didn’t really stick. It slowly pulled away, stretching back into the smiling void’s mass like over-stretched bubble gum slowly pulling itself back together.

The smiling void seemed very pleased all the same, and if possible, probably also would have been making very pleased sounds as well.

“A very good prize-giver.”

“Agreed.” Goop said, smiling down at the happy puddle.

By then most of the party had been cleaned up, and the kids were just figuring out how to pack away the rest of the cake. Or rather, the Papyru were and both Sanses were throwing pieces of candy at each other, trying to score into their mouths.

“... So… where ya wanna stay for awhile? Your place? Mine? Wanna be alone with your kids for a bit? Up to you.”

Kid didn’t have as much involvement in the daily lives of his kids, so it was up to him. He more or less lived in Goop’s house now.

Maybe once his kids reached the surface Kid would find a more permanent way to go back and forth, but for now, he was just… going to stick with visits and communication pretty often.

“...I’m ready to rest, but shouldn’t we help them clean up?”

Goop turned around to look at them.

“... You mean help the Papyru clean up? Yeah.” He said, standing up to go do that.

Most of the streamers and tablecloths were already in the machine, but the tables and rest of the mess still needed put away.

So that’s what he did, helping them gather up the trash and put it into bags and take with them so as to not mess up cave Gaster’s little home.

After a moment Goop paused and sliced another piece of cake, putting it on a plate.

“... Let’s take a piece to Twitchy.”

At first Kid was about to object. That Gaster wanted little or nothing to do with them, and definitely wouldn’t accept a piece of cake from them--

…

And then he realized which one Goop was talking about.

…

He nodded.

“Yeah. I’m sure he’d like that,” Kid said, putting a hand on Goop’s shoulder gently.

…

“Let’s get the kids home first and get the other stuff out of the machine. I can hold the plate for you.”

“Yeah, good idea.” Goop said, and passed the little plate to Kid while he helped the kids fold up the table and carry it into the machine along with everything else. As they left they gave the smiley Gaster their goodbyes and headed home, dropping off Kid’s Sans and Papyrus first and then his own along with Alphys, and then unpacking everything.

With the machine empty it was time to say hello to an old friend.

…

They went back into it and jumped into a familiar world that would never see light. That would never be warm or full of the Papyrus’ laughter, or Sans’ bad jokes.

To the grave that remembered a skeleton who had sacrificed himself for monsters who hated him.

There were the buds of flowers around the memorial this time. Blue and cut off from the stem. Still somewhat colored. Not fully dry yet.

It seemed some people did still visit. Perhaps a school trip to teach children their history. ...Perhaps someone much older, on their own.

But there were the buds of blue, small flowers.

Kid stood back as Goop went to the grave. Stayed by the machine. To give him some privacy.

…

He’d like to think Twitchy would’ve wanted to come today. He didn’t know Goop’s friend at all.

But he’d like to think so, anyway.

Goop guessed he would have probably loved it. The guy would have made it really, really fun. At least that’s what Goop thought.

…

He approached the grave and set the little paper plate of cake in front of it.

“... Wish you could’ve been there.” He said quietly, and stood there for a few long moments just looking at the engravings on the stone before reaching out to touch it.

“Take care, buddy.”

Then he turned and walked back to his partner.

…

The stone was smooth and cold.

There were little grooves and bumps where the letters were carved. The surface was a little uneven, but only to the touch.

…

Kid reached out for his hand when Goop came back.

“...you ready?”

“Yeah.” Goop said, reaching for Kid’s hand and interlocking his fingers with his.

“Let’s go home.”

#mayem #undertale #RP log #the earth is not a cold dead place #kid #goop #sans #papyrus #the whole cast

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because-cur-non · 8 years ago

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@tacticalgrandma mentioned combining the two joke extras I had in the comments and then I realized I actually wanted to do that and then I did that today. This doesn’t take place strictly in the Revolutionary Fuckboys universe (although there are a couple shout outs to it for fun). Modern AU lawyer Hamilton and med student Laurens feel-good domestic shit, feat. Hamilton being a Good Boyfriend and Laurens experiencing the worst kind of work plague.

“Hey.” Hamilton walked out of the bedroom, laptop and book under his arm. “How’re you feeling?”

Laurens just groaned without turning over on the couch to face him.

“That well, huh?” Hamilton crossed behind the couch and opened the fridge door. He stood there for a while, staring into it and trying to figure out what he could eat that didn’t involve cooking and that Laurens hadn’t touched. “Did you at least sleep through the rest of the night? I didn’t hear you get up again after four or so.”

“No.”

“That sucks.” He said it sympathetically at least and closed the door, rummaging in one of the cabinets for some kind of sports bar instead as he tried to hide how anxious he actually was. “You call in?”

“No.”

“You know you need to, right?”

“Yes.”

“You want me to do it for you?”

“Yes.”

“So what do you think it was?” Hamilton opened the bar and talked with his mouth full, still standing in the kitchen. “Food poisoning or your job?”

“Not ‘my’ job yet.”

“Yeah, well, just ‘cause you’re not a fancy graduate MD yet. You will be, unless you decide just rotations are bad enough.”

Laurens didn’t respond and Hamilton took another bite. A little nervously: “J.?”

“I’m not dropping out.” Stubborn.

Hamilton laughed, glad to get an answer. “Good. One of us needs to be the eventual breadwinner in this household.”

That got the barest ghost of a laugh in response and Hamilton felt his whole being lighten with relief.

“I’m gonna call,” he said, walking back into the living room and putting his things down on the arm of the couch, half as an excuse to get a more critical look at what he could see of Laurens under the blanket and facing away. “Hold on.” He put his hand on Laurens’ shoulder as he took his phone out and dialed and felt him lean a little into the touch. “Good morning,” he said brightly into the phone once his call was picked up. “This is Alexander Hamilton, calling in for John Laurens. He was on yesterday and was scheduled to come back tonight for the 7-7 but he’s not going to make it. Yeah,” he said, squeezing Laurens’ shoulder, “since last night. He’s still pretty down for the count, I don’t think he’d even be able to make it to the hospital.”

Laurens made a little offended noise of protest and Hamilton moved the phone away from his mouth to shush him.

“Right. Yeah. Can do.” Hamilton laughed and switched to a more casual and teasing tone, much to Laurens’ annoyance. “I know! Date a doctor, they said, you’ll aways be taken care of, they said. They didn’t say anything about being woken up at midnight because you can hear him throwing—”

“Shut th’ fuck up,” Laurens muttered into the couch cushions.

“—Oops, I have to go, he’s calling for me. Have a nice day!” Hamilton hung up and put his phone back in his pocket. “I got you out of your shift. They’re going to call someone else.”

“Like you are ever asleep by midnight,” Laurens grumbled. “You weren’t even in bed yet. Stop lying to people.”

“Yeah, well.” Hamilton kept his hand on his shoulder and ran his other over the side of his face, feeling his unshaven and unnaturally warm cheek and brushing his long hair back. “So what’s the deal, almost-Dr. Laurens? Do you need me to attend to your every beck and call? Should I douse myself in alcohol and scrub this place down before I catch whatever you’ve got?”

“I cleaned the bathroom.”

“Seriously? You didn’t have to do that.”

“Haven’t even gone in the bedroom since the night before last. Barely used the kitchen.” Laurens was still talking, even if he was inserting long pauses between the sentences and was keeping his eyes closed. “Don’t share my food.”

“Isn’t that, like, roommate rule number one?” Hamilton teased.

Laurens snorted. “Fucking hell you’re just my roommate.”

“You’re out of water.” Hamilton nodded his head towards the empty glass on the coffee table even though Laurens couldn’t see. “Do you want more?”

“Ginger ale.”

“Oh yeah.” Hamilton took the glass back into the kitchen. “I forgot we even had that. Hey, do you mind if I make coffee?” He took the bottle of ginger ale out of the fridge and poured it. “The smell’s not gonna turn your stomach or anything, will it?”

“Go ahead.”

“Thanks.” He put the bottle away, returned the glass, then washed his hands in the sink before setting about making coffee. “Single serving, I guess.” He glanced back into the living room just in case Laurens was going to dispute him. “You know you’re running a fever, right?”

“100. Just about. Thermometer’s on the floor.”

“Uh.” Hamilton paused in setting up the cold press. “Why?”

“Couldn’t reach the table.”

“Sweet Jesus.” Hamilton went back to the coffee. “You do remember that I told you to call if you needed anything.”

On the couch Laurens made an attempt at a shrug.

“So how long do you think this is going to last? No offense to you and your ability to just tough it out, but I want to know what the timeline we’re looking at and when I can schedule in freaking out that you’re not sticking to it.” He got out a clean mug from the cupboard and when he set it down he turned it so he could read their old university’s logo on the front. He straightened it on the tile of the kitchen counter. Worried his lower lip. “J.”

Laurens made a long suffering noise and rolled over onto his back, resigning himself to carrying out the conversation for another few minutes. “It’s probably just a twenty-four hour thing. Don’t panic.”

“I’m not panicking. I said ‘freaking out.’ It’s more casual than panicking. Besides, we went over this. You know this makes me nervous.”

“Yeah.”

“Your whole job makes me nervous, J.”

“Alex.”

Hamilton bit his lip and made himself stop talking.

“I’m okay, Alex.”

Hamilton made a noncommittal noise.

Laurens sighed heavily, more from the effort of talking and trying to find the energy to think of the angle he needed. “Come back when you’ve got the coffee. I’m not going to get you sick from just being in the same room as you.”

“Yeah? You want company? I can put on a movie or if you just want to sleep I’ve got my own work, I brought it out, I can be quiet.”

“Yeah.” Laurens sat up with a groan of effort in order to take a drink.

“You want a straw? Think we got some around somewhere still from that Fourth of July party. I mean, it’ll be obnoxiously festive, but…”

“I’m all right.” Laurens was slouched over as he drank, feeling the liquid refreshing and cold in his mouth but still uncomfortably heavy once he swallowed. His stomach twisted queasily.

“Come on, when else are we going to use them?” Hamilton was crouching on the ground now, sorting through kitchen drawers. “I know we said we were gonna just wrap them up and give them to Lafayette for his birthday, but seeing as he’s the one who bought them in the first place, that’s kind of rude, don’t you think?”

Laurens leaned on the free arm of the sofa, resting his head heavily in his hand and letting his stomach settle. He glanced across the room at the large and glittery ceramic cat, barely able to fit into one of the cubbies on their tv stand with its fairy wings and hat and monocle, obviously another joke gift that kept bouncing back and forth between Hamilton and Lafayette, and didn’t say anything.

“Ah-hah!” Hamilton sat back on his heels triumphantly, holding up a large pack of decorative straws. He took one out and got up, then took both it and his mug over into the living room. He stuck the straw into Laurens’ glass with extra enthusiasm. “There you go.”

“Thanks.”

“Ooh, is that a little sarcasm?” Hamilton very carefully sat on the other end of the couch, putting his mug down on the end table and picking up and opening his laptop. “I’m working on that same case for Philip still,” he said, “I don’t think I updated you on it. Just got some notes back, gonna go over them this morning.” He opened up a new tab on his internet browser. “Shouldn’t be too painful, just need to read through them. I—” He quickly lowered his screen when he noticed Laurens squinting at it.

“You’re on WebMD.”

“I’m just checking something!”

Laurens gave him a surprisingly irritated look, all things considered, and Hamilton sighed and raised his screen again and closed the tab.

“Happy?”

“No.” Laurens put his glass down and leaned back against the couch, closing his eyes again.

Hamilton put his laptop up on the arm of the couch. “Hey. J.” He poked his arm. “You wanna lie down again? I can get up, we’ve got other seating. I only sat here because I thought—”

Laurens slid wordlessly to the side, leaning against his shoulder.

Hamilton was startled, then smiled and used his free hand to reach over and brush his hair out of his face again. “Your ponytail’s coming out. Do you want me to fix it for you?”

Laurens just breathed in and then out deeply, letting himself slowly sink down until he was lying with his head in Hamilton’s lap. Hamilton adjusted the blanket over him, tugging it up over his shoulder and smoothing it out. He ran his hand over Laurens’ arm, then lightly into his hair, gently working out the tie and combing his fingers through the curls. Laurens felt almost hypnotized by his cool fingers in his hair and brushing against the back of his neck.

“You’re really warm, J.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, damn.” Hamilton kept moving his hand. “It’s just weird. Usually I’m the one out of commission. Not always,” he said, a little distracted as he looked back. “I can think of one time in particular—anyway. Do you want something for it?”

“No.”

“Just gonna sleep it off and sweat it out?”

“Yeah.”

“Should I stop talking?”

“No.” Laurens sounded a little distant, caught in a feverish daze, not fully engaged but not able to fall asleep.

“Okay.” Hamilton took his hand away and shifted, replacing it with the one on the side Laurens was lying on. He opened his email, still balancing his laptop on the arm of the sofa. “Did I tell you I was emailing Eliza?”

“Mn.”

“I was,” Hamilton went on. “It was mostly to fill me in on Angelica—she’s still basically without reception, that’s why we haven’t been hearing from her, but I guess she found an international calling card and a phone booth—but she’s been sharing some things with me that your coworker wrote for her.” He cleared his throat and switched into a more formal voice to read aloud. “’Tis told, my friend, in poets lore, / The muse has an exhaustless store / From which she draws with wond’rous skill / Of choicest fancies what she will.”

Laurens gave a vague noise of amusement to indicate that he was still listening.

“Right?” Hamilton looked down at him, at the soft flush in his unusually pale cheeks and the shadow tracing its way along his jaw. “So—and he knows she shares these with me, by the way, you don’t gotta feel like your loyalty is being tugged in two directions, although I do hope I’d win out—I’m critiquing it and she challenges me to do better. I think I succeeded, J. Listen to this.” He switched tones again. “’Twas the night before finals, and up in her room, / Elizabeth Schuyler’s watching the deadline loom; / Her project’s completed, her textbooks all read / it’s just writing the paper then going to bed; / The year’s almost over, it’s been so much stress / what better reason to sluttily undress—”

Laurens laughed and Hamilton stopped abruptly.

“Hey,” he said, half actually offended and half faking it for the reaction. “What’s so funny?”

“‘Sluttily’?”

“She gave me a list of words I had to incorporate,” Hamilton protested, scrolling back up. “That was one of them.”

“God.” Laurens stilled although he was still smiling slightly. “I thought I was having a fever dream at first.”

“Oh, come on, my poetry isn’t that bad.”

“I’ll argue that point with you later. And win.”

“No way, I’m the lawyer, winning arguments is all I’ve got.”

“Good lawyer. Bad poet.”

“Yeah, yeah. I never apprenticed as a poet, you know. I’m self-taught.”

“Mm.”

“Do you want me to keep going?”

“Do you have something that isn’t as bad?” Laurens leaned just a little closer. “Don’t actually make me laugh.”

“Shit, J., that’s a fine line to walk.” Hamilton scrolled through the email chain. “Hey, before I forget, if you miss today they’re not going to make you work Saturday, are they? Because we’re still supposed to be having dinner with Herc and Beth and between the four of us it’s a pain in the ass to find a night we’ve all got free.”

“I think it’ll be okay.”

“Okay.” Hamilton stroked the back of his neck, wishing he had brought a damp cloth with him. “I love you. You know that, right?”

“Alex.”

“J.”

“I know.”

“Sorry.” Hamilton slid his hand under the loose collar of his shirt, trying to cool off his skin. “I should stop asking you to talk.” Laurens didn’t respond to that and he took it as an affirmative. He continued sorting through his messages, looking for something else to fill the silence with. It was several minutes before he spoke again.

“‘How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight—’”

Something in his tone was a little more serious and a little less intentionally mocking and Laurens felt a low dread begin to burn inside him, pounding with every heavy beat of his heart through his veins and tasting like bile at the back of his throat. That wasn’t like anything he had heard Hamilton write before. It wasn’t like anything Hamilton had ever written for him before. And if not for him, then—

“—‘For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.’”

The room was quiet after Hamilton finished.

“…That’s not you.” The words were mostly a statement of fact, but covering an unsteady and frightened core. “That’s not how you write.”

“No,” Hamilton agreed, and Laurens almost felt he could breathe again. “Elizabeth Barrett Browning. Born 1806, in Jamaica, her father was a plantation owner, she opposed him. Studied Hebrew. Mixed.” He had still been moving his hand over Laurens’ bare skin and stopped as he paused and then continued. “You’re right. I’m not a great poet. Maybe if I put more time into it. I’m better at speaking, but then I practice that, so there you go. I was looking up examples to riff off of and stumbled upon this one, and, J…” Hamilton trailed off.

Laurens smiled and put his arm across Hamilton’s lap, the irrational fear gone and replaced with a deep languor. “Thank you. I love you, too.”

#see above: domestic shit is all up in here #revolutionary fuckboys #au-within-an-au

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corazonconagujeritos · 8 years ago

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479 Gentle Spirit Archetype 479 This is the sort of sprite or fairy like tritype. There is a need to remain positive while still searching for meaning. The blindspot is that there is an attraction to magical thinking and missed opportunities to speak their truth so they find themselves glossing over negative feeling states in favor of something more comfortable or positive. When 4 is in charge there's a tendency to not see all the ways in which depression or sadness is evaded through this magical thinking process. the life mission is that this is the true healer archetype. They are often found doing bodywork or other healing practices as these are the 3 types that have a desire to transform. They like to inspire people toward happiness through expressing their creativity in a peaceful non-intrusive way. She said this is the most lyrical type, a sort of ethereal archetype (so is the 459 but it is a more withdrawn ethereal quality, almost wispy and ghost like) whereas the energy here is lighter and more impish or I think when it's a male energy you get a strong trickster archetype (like dfgray). Playful yet meaningful. Very idealistic (although not quite as idealistic as the 471) but still concerned with maintaining positivity and feelings of being up. I think Regina Spektor is an example of this archetype with 4 in charge. I'm actually put off by the idea of being in a "healing profession", though there's a strong likelihood that 7-4-9 is my tritype. I guess it's a reluctance to mix energies with society at large, or something of that nature. I wouldn't want to be in a profession where I constantly had to touch people. I'm not a cold person, I just wouldn't want a day filled with people-touching, if that makes sense. EDIT: Oh, also, I would have to say "reluctant to show anything negative" is not such a likely descriptor for me. Katherine said the 479 (749, 947) all took some kind of issue with the term "healer", even if they were in healing professions or were attracted to it. She was wondering what it was about that term that was off-putting, so what you've shared above is interesting (from a 7 perspective). She said this is the gentle soul tritype that has a healing presence on others whether or not they intend to so when she says healer this is what she means as opposed to being vocationally attracted to the healing arts (although this is very common with this tritype). I think for me when I was deciding between 479 and 478 I realized that my tendency to push, and shake up overrides my tendency to calm down. Although I can do both. I ultimately didn't end up going into counseling because I am a.) too impatient b.) too bossy and directive and c.) need to have more freedom to invite change than that discipline can allow. So while I consider myself attracted to healing, and am interested in healing arts (energy healing, reiki, etc). I want to manifest it through a more intense and provocative way. Something that shakes people up in order to invite growth and development. When 8 replaces the 9 you get more of a sense of groundedness or at least more practicality and realism that can seem a little harder edged and less lyrical. For me there's less of a tendency toward optimism for the sake of being positive or keeping it light, although I don't like for things to get too serious, but if things need to be serious than I'm willing to go there. It's more of an if it's ugly, let's look at it. I actually struggle with that within myself; needing to see it if it's ugly (4 and 5 wing) with a propensity toward evasiveness and denial (with the 7 and 8) it's a strange mixture. Katherine says with 9 it (whatever "it" may be) must be transmuted into something lyrical, beautiful or playful to be tolerable. you are very identified with the defense of optimism and tend to hid your more painful feelings and pessimism for fear of being rejected. you see the wonder in beauty and are gentle, lyrical, and idealistic in the way you relate to others. you are attracted to the healing profession or arts. your life mission is to identify what is truly meaningful in life and help people transform negative feeling into positive change. a true gentle spirit, you feel happiest when you have creative expression to reconnect with your innermost self and facilitate change. your blind spot is that you can be so focused on ideal circumstances that you become trapped in magical thinking and fail to speak your higher truth and act in accordance with your true feelings. your growing edge is to speak your truth even if it will create conflict with others. going along to get along or to keep things light and upbeat denies the truth of the moment and can cause you to become distant from yourself. higher love has a voice and true joy is not dependent on the image of being happy. This tritype [927] is the most identified with seeing themselves as peaceful. More than any other tritype, they need peace and positive relating to experience a sense of being... so are extremely uncomfortable with negativity in relationships. The 479 doesn't like it but expects it. 4 and 7 together combine to create a sense of the creative, intuitive, magical and imaginative. The gut type determines the flavor. 479s are elegant, wispy and ethereal. When 4 is dominant the 4 is reluctant to show their edgy, more negative emotions. The emphasis is on having an image that is deep but not seen as difficult. Suffering is more private. The 749 is the 7 that is the most elusive, liquid and fluid. They are positive in a gentle way with a touch of sadness. They are identified with being deep but still future oriented and forward moving whereas the 479 is identified with past and what is missing and believed to be of importance. The 947 usually thinks that they are the 4 as they see life as bittersweet and feel deeply but they are not as intense as the 4 or as hungry for diversity and experience as the 7. The 947 and 974 seek harmonic resonance more than the the 479 or 794. They want depth and beauty but seek peace and tranquility more. They pine in a quiet gentle manner. They lack voltage...and struggle with naming their preferences in the face of adversity. Think of Dr Zhivago as an archetype of the 947. The 479, 749 and 947 are all very gentle and nostalgic. If you have the sexual instinct as dominant you could easily identify with 974. The 972 is less ethereal and more focused on being positive. The 974 knows that they feel unhappy, they are more inclined to hide so that they will not be rejected for being negative. All of the 79 combinations are somewhat positive. The 279 is focused on being pleasant. The 379 the most positive. The 479 Is positive outwardly but doesn't always feel it. The 479 report that they feat that if they show negative emotions they might be rejected. The 479 with 4 dominant feels devastated by negative mirroring. If a flaw is pointed out if feels disheartening. With negative feedback, the 479 will have trouble holding on to their sense of self... Self esteem suffers as the 479's sens of self is too fluid and takes the shape of the last mirror. For the most part, 479s like to be in the healing/helping professions where they have the opportunity to use their intuition and creativity. The 471 and the 479 are both focused on the vision, creativity and the magical. The difference is in the gut center. The 471 has 3 types with access to 1, so are very critical of themselves and feel they must manifest the vision. The 479 is less strident and more soft-spoken and gentle. They are dreamers and intuit but can be shy about pushing to manifest. 9s fear being in conflict. 479 vs 469. Look at the level of confidence and optimism. The 7 brings a light touch with magical thinking, hoping for the best. In contrast, the 6 brings support and loyalty. Both are highly intuitive but the 469 has more doubts - The 479 is more future oriented, focusing on the possibilities. The 469 is more dutiful with a heavier heart, fearing that they can't make enough of a difference. 479 do not realize how healing their gentle nature can be. Your life mission is to identify what is truly meaningful in life and help people transform negative feeling into positive change. The 479 is more inclined to side step, make nice, and try to get along as conflict feel unbearable. If you are a 479, you are intuitive, innovative and accepting. You want to be original, positive and peaceful. You are very identified with the defense of optimism and tend to hide your more painful feelings and pessimism for fear of being rejected. You see the wonder in beauty and are gentle, lyrical and idealistic in the way you relate to others. Inwardly they feel a lot of intensity, especially if they are the sexual instinct. identification is with gentleness and can feel uncomfortable if they share something negative. 479 and 379 I have deemed the "cool guy" tritypes. When 4 is there you get that sort of archetype of the cool artist, laid back, playful, witty, but with a sort of "hidden sorrow". You sense there is more there but that they are keeping you at bay in order to avoid dipping too much into the swamp. 7-4-9 (and the variations thereof) would have a goodly dose of magical thinking. Tending to overdose (in some form) on imagination and whim. If you knew just how off-base the names 'Healer' and 'Gentle Spirit' are for the 9-4-7 tritype, and how slanted the name 'Ambassador' is for the 9-3-7 (or as you imply 9-4-7 with a very heavy Three wing), how pronounced the narcissistism and exhibitionism of these two tritypes can be, you might perhaps not be so eager to identify with them. Also, the challenge to feel grounded in the physical world, or at least in one's own physicality, is part of the Nine itself, not to mention the Four. --'a more abandoning and erratic 9. An insatiable and emotionally discriminating 9.': I'm 974 and others wouldn't describe me as 'erratic' (nor would I). I think 'abandoning and erratic' comes from your so/sx stack, which comes through as a loud note, to me, in your posts. As for "insatiable and emotionally discriminating", I think this also taps your stack. Your so/sx-ness brings forward the more gregarious aspect of the 7 in your tritype, which manifests as a more-extroverted interplay with those in your presence - though I'm not saying you're an extrovert - there's just more desire for inclusion there. For me (sp/sx), the 7 in my tritype shows up more exclusively as "private mental fun", with only a small interest in "sharing the good times with y'all". The 4 (in my tritype) shows up as a focus on aesthetics (including a pretty high degree of full-on snobbery in that area), plus life-long issues with depression and feelings of being valueless. 479 - Innovative and accepting 4. Most positive 4. May have defense of optimism hiding pessimism as sadness is hidden. Also, both sevens and nines have a tendency to want to avoid dealing with negative situations for different reasons...with 7-9-4, I'd guess there would be a lot more denial than the usual 7, but with 4 in there it couldn't be kept up for as long, so there might be cycles of denial-and-crash. There would probably be more underlying self-doubt than is normally found in seven, as well as using the withdrawing defense a bit more. Yeah, I think seven brings a mild denial through optimism...and then nines tend to get into a bit of denial, because of their desire to avoid conflict/upsetting their equilibrium, so if nine were one of your tritypes, you'd probably have a bit of the "optimistic denial" of 7, but a bit of the "I don't want to deal with this" denial of 9, as well. By contrast, an 8 tritype would probably be more of a sobering influence on the seven, and 1 would probably add a bit of criticality and increased perfectionism (also making for a triple frustration type, with the 4 and 7...but probably less likely due to what you said about the "live and let live" approach to people.) Cate Blanchet could be a 4. I see the 479 or 471 tritype...ethereal one moment strident the next. But there is a gentleness in her energy that seems more 479. (4)-7-9 - The Positive 4 4-(7)-9 - The Withdrawn 7 4-7-(9) - The idealistic 9 A dreamer in every sense of the word. They love to go on flights of imagination, and dream up fantasy worlds. They may often find themselves disappointed in the real world however. 974: intuitive and innovative 9. Most creative 9, especially with an 8 wing (i would think 1 wing here). Tends to be moody. Extraverted 7ish. As a 9-4-7, I value emotion in a 4-ish way. But the valuing seems once-removed in relation to my 9-ness. It's a belief (about emotion), and though beliefs affect behavior and attitude, in the case of the secondary tritype elements, they're not as reflexive as the response from the primary type. The 479 is more gentle...and more ethereal. The 479 displays congenial attitudes and hides their feelings of anger for fear of being rejected. The 469 is more phobic than the 468. The 479 seems more easy going as they are more conflict-avoidant. They can demonstrate the outbursts of the sexual 4 when there is a threat to intimacy but feel terrible shame as their identity is built around being gentle and kind. The 468 feels more inclined to be the truth teller at all costs so they take greater risks. As 4 is dominant, in addition to seeing themselves as intuitive and deep with a need for beauty and aesthetics....The 479s see themselves as loving, innovative and gentle, the 468 as intense and iconoclastic and the 469 as thoughtful and introspective.

Source: personalitycafe.com

#personality #tritypes #enneagram #type 479 #479

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puppetmaster13u · 6 months ago

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Once more, I return to this AU idea. And I am open to more ideas seeing as there's been a couple more games since the last time <3 (And another Legends game in development lol)

Gosh I am so freaking tempted to write/draw a DCxDPxPokemon crossover.

Like I just want Danny and Damian to be friends with their lil creachur buddies. And like, pokemon not just in battles. Like Jason having a pokemon trained to help him out of panic attacks, Bruce having an emotional support pokemon, etc

I just want to write some found family with all of them honestly.

#prompts?#prompts #dpxdc #dcxdp #DPxDCxPokemon #pokemon crossover #dc crossover #dp crossover #danny phantom crossover #Barbara having a big pokemon who picks up her wheelchair when she's in non-wheelchair accessible places #Duke having a pair of pokemon that belonged to his parents #Jazz & Danny having a family pokemon that helped raise them #Alfred having a grizzled old pokemon that was with him in the war but now helps him bake for the kids #Cass with a pokemon who dances with her #batfamily #Lazarus Pits are a mixture of distortion energy & Aura #and both ghost &fairy energies liquidized #still figuring out pokemon for everyone #i am open to suggestions #I do know that Danny has a pair of zorua #and Jazz has a kanghaskan that's technically their parents #that pretty much raised them #also alfred has a blissey #and Damian has a sneasel from his mother #Bruce definitely has a noibat/noivern that helped him get over his childhood fear of bats #Oh my god with the canonical time travel that could be how they get things like hisuian pokemon #Also DC has a canon dinosaur island where fossil pokemon could have survived #gimme ideas

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thebladeblaster · 4 years ago

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Pokémon: the Vanguard Descends

Chapter 27 A New Power! Mega Evolution!

Aichi’s current team

Level 52 Ahmes (Gallade) psychic/fighting

Moves:

Close combat

Solar blade

Swords dance

Future Sight

Level 49 Wingal (Lycanroc (dusk)) rock

Moves:

Crush Claw

Crunch

Stone edge

Play rough

Level 48 Llew (Golisopod) water/bug

Moves:

Sucker punch

Blizzard

Liquidation

First impression

Level 50 Gancelot (Lucario) fighting/steel

Moves:

Close combat

Stone edge

Meteor mash

Swords dance

Level 48 Soul Saver (Haxorus) dragon

Moves:

Outrage

Crunch

Dragon dance

Dragon pulse

Level 100 Alfred (Aegislash) ghost/steel

Moves:

Sacred sword

King’s shield

Iron head

Shadow claw

Ahmes now had a cape and it’s blades grew longer now lined with red. His upper body was now white and the fin on his head curved.

The black patterns on Gancelot’s face and body changed. He now had a big furry yellow tail and spikes on his legs and an extra set on the back of his paw. All of his paws were now red and the things that flowed out the back of his head were now longer and tipped with red.

Guardian’s legs were now all in front and it continuously floated. It had a spike under its mouth and the x on its face was now longer and golden.

Sakuya now had a second fin on her chest and her hair was shorter. Her dress was now more puffy and her arms were now white.

The spikes on Kaiser’s back were now much longer and parted. It had an extra spike on its head and legs. The thing on its stomach was now red along with its eyes and it’s tail was now longer with spikes.

The fur on the back of Buster’s head now stuck up and it had a spike on its forehead. The pattern on its body had changed and it was black and red. Fire trailed off the sides of its wrists.

They gasped in awe seeing their Pokémon transform once more.

“Haxorus! (That’s so cool!)”, Soul Saver squealed with childish excitement.

“Hehe, I know!”, Aichi replied excitingly.

“Aichi focus.”, Misaki said, sweat dropping at the link activating again.

“Ah. Ah...Yes, we have to defeat Kiriya. L-let’s go guys! Ahmes use solar blade! Gancelot use meteor impact!”, Aichi replied, shaking his head snapping out of it.

The powered up pair charged up at Grimmsnarl. Ahmes slashing at it and Gancelot landing a hard steel punch. The blows caused Grimmsnarl to stumble as the others joined in.

“Guardian use flash cannon! Sakuya use moonblast!”, Misaki ordered as both blasts nailed Grimmsnarl causing it to stumble again.

“Kaiser use hyper beam! Buster use fire blast!”, Kamui ordered as the attacks clashed with Grimmsnarl causing it to stumble once more.

“Now, finish this Ahmes! Gancelot!”, Aichi commanded.

Ahmes and Gancelot jumped up together from a tall building at Grimmsnarl. They both hit Grimmsnarl in the face Ahmes slashing and Gancelot punching. The massive Pokémon finally fell over.

“Ahmes save him!”, Aichi ordered, reading out.

Ahmes stopped Kiriya from falling to his death with his psychic energy.

“How could I lose! To cowards like you!”, Kiriya yelled enraged.

“You're the coward! You actually joined Team Asteroid willingly and gave all the citizens of your town to them!”, Misaki replied, angrily.

“Yeah, were actually trying to fight back against those jerks and you just gave in!”, Kamui added, angrily.

“Seriously, says the guy who lost to Aichi fair and square then threw out a gigantamax Pokémon. Gigantamax is not even allowed in our league.”, Kourin added, with a cold look.

“You!”, Kiriya growled, struggling within the grip of Ahmes powers.

The fairy badge had fallen out while he struggled and Kourin handed it to Aichi.

“Don’t forget you won this.”, Kourin told him.

“Thank you.”, Aichi replied.

“I’ll get my revenge on you cowards! I, the brightest star in Team Asteroid!”, Kiriya threatened.

“Gosh, this guy is really a sore loser.”, Miwa commented as Kiriya fumed.

“I don’t think you’ve looked into a mirror recently, Kiriya.”, Kai replied to Kiriya.

“So, what do we do with him?”, Aichi asked.

“I guess Esuka’s Dragonite can take him.”, Misaki replied.

“Okay. Is that alright?”, Aichi asked Esuka’s Dragonite.

“Dragonite. Dragonite. (It shouldn’t be too tough.)”, Dragonite answered, flying over to Kiriya.

“Thank you.”, Aichi replied as Dragonite picked up Kiriya who continued to struggle.

“Dragonite. Dragonite. Dragonite. Dragonite. (It's no trouble this guy is a lightweight.)”, Dragonite replied.

“I guess we're off to our final destination now, Dai city.”, Miwa said.

“First we should probably heal up our Pokémon there’s probably still a healer in the Pokémon center.”, Misaki replied.

They healed up their Pokémon before setting off again. There weren't any trainers on the way probably due to most people being scared of Team Asteroid. Aichi flinched when he smelled the obnoxious scent of pollution in the distance. He instantly put his fingers on his nose to block the smell.

“What is that?!”, Aichi questioned.

“I know it’s bad, but have you never smelled polluted air before?”, Miwa questioned.

“He’s a country bumpkin he hadn’t even gone to Gold Maine before his adventure.”, Misaki replied.

“Gold Maine didn’t smell bad like this.”, Aichi replied as Kourin handed him and the others masks.

“It’s probably best for you guys to wear these here. The smog here is pretty bad.”, Kourin said.

Aichi wasted no time putting the mask on not being able to stand the smell at all.

“Thank you so much Kourin.”, Aichi replied as he took a breath.

“It’s not a big deal I just have these disposable masks for when I have to perform here.”, Kourin replied.

“Your not even in the city yet.”, Miwa said as they neared it.

There were some officers in the front though they seemed a bit shady. Especially, when they already knew Ren brainwashed all of them. They were a bit conscious as they passed by. When they got in they immediately noticed how crowded and bright the city was. The obnoxious neon lights even pierced through the thick smog in the city. Misaki held Aichi’s hand leading him through the smog as they looked for the gym.

“It’s here!”, Miwa’s called out, finding it.

They followed Miwa to the front of a building that looked like something out of a sci-fi movie. It had a glowing neon symbol for the steel type.

“Well, the city may be crappy because of all the pollution, but the gym leader here is actually pretty nice. His name is Mitsusada Kenji.”, Misaki said.

The door to the gym slid open when they stood in front of it and they walked in. Inside of the gym had some rather shady looking individuals. One person stood out , a teen with a long white coat and a black shirt. He had piercings and black hair with purple eyes. Kai narrowed his eyes at them.

“Where’s Kenji?”, Misaki questioned.

“I dunno. But I recognize those shady guys from the underground.”, Miwa replied.

“That’s Mutsuki Jun the king of the underground.”, Kai told them as they gasped in shock.

“It’s been awhile Kai. I was wondering where you went.”, Jun said.

“What are you doing here Jun?”, Kai asked.

“I’m the new gym leader here.”, he said as they gasped in shock.

“When did that happen?!”, Misaki asked.

“After that fool Kenji challenged Ren and lost. He’s been held captive by Team Asteroid for months along with his friends. Apparently the mind control wasn’t working on him or something. Whatever that doesn’t matter to me.”, Jun explained as Misaki growled.

Aichi stood up to Jun as he smirked.

“What? You wanna battle me little boy?”, Jun questioned.

“This kid thinks he can take on Jun!”, one of the thugs laughed before they all started to laugh.

“You have a fierce gaze there kid. I guess I’ll humor you.”, Jun said.

Aichi held out a Poké ball and Jundid too. He no longer needed the mask due to the air inside being much cleaner.

“Beat this jerk bro!”, Kamui yelled, from the sidelines.

“This gym is steel type.”, Misaki told him.

“Go, Gancelot!”, Aichi called out.

“Go, Ferrothorn use stealth rock!”, June called out as spiky rocks covered the battlefield.

“Gancelot use close combat!”, Aichi ordered as Gancelot dashed at it and Jun smirked.

“Watch o-“, Kai was saying before he was cut off.

Gancelot sent a barrage of punches and kicks at Ferrothorn. Aichi looked over, noticing everyone suddenly going quiet. He gasped as it seemed that they were put to sleep by a Hypno.

“What are y-“, Aichi was saying before he was cut off.

“Ferrothorn use explosion.”, Jun ordered as Aichi paled.

Gancelot heard that tried to jump back, but Ferrothorn wrapped its vine-like appendages around him.

“Gancelot!”, Aichi cried out, holding out his hand to Gancelot before they were illuminated in light.

Aichi covered his eyes from the light and heard a loud explosion. Aichi flew back a bit from the force of it. Aichi opened his eyes to see Ferrothorn was gone and Gancelot was severely injured. Aichi hastily ran over to Gancelot without thinking. He was shaking as Gancelot opened his eyes slightly.

“L-Lucario. Lucario. Lucario! (I-It’s fine Aichi. Don’t cry I’ll be ah!)”, Gancelot was saying before crying in pain and fainting.

“G-Gancelot!”, Aichi called out, shaking before he lowered his head and his eyes were shadowed.

“Looks like everything went according to plan. For a kid who’s been such a thorn in Team Asteroid’s side your really gullible.”, Jun said.

“Look at the little baby cry! Has he never lost a Pokémon before!?”, one of the thugs taunted.

They all flinched as the air around them became cold and heavy. They stumbled a bit feeling like they were being choked. Jun looked over to Aichi seeing a dark blue aura flow out of him.

“That’s some impressive stuff. To think just the feeling of power can do this to my guys.”, Jun said.

Aichi didn’t respond to him simply recalling Gancelot. His shaking was completely gone and he stood up with his eyes still shadowed.

“Your going to regret that.”, Aichi said, angrily, his voice becoming deeper and he brought out another Poké ball.

“We’ll see. Go, Steelix!”, Jun called out.

“Go, Soul Saver! You know what to do!”, Aichi called out.

Soul Saver instantly charged as soon as it was brought out. She had a similarly dark blue aura and her eyes glowed. She completely ignored the pain from the stealth rocks.

“Steelix use earthquake!”, Jun ordered.

Soul Saver jumped into the air avoiding the earthquake falling towards Steelix.

“You're such a fool! Steelix use dragon breath!”, Jun ordered.

Steelix shot blue energy from its mouth at Soul Saver. For a split second it’s scales turned blue and it moved out of the way with psychic energy. They all gasped as Soul Saver rammed into Steelix sending the massive Pokémon flying back and stopping the earthquake. Soul Saver charged again as she shot blue energy from her mouth at Steelix as it struggled to get up. Soul Saver swiped at Steelix with its claws and tusks causing it to faint.

“W-what the heck is this kid? Some sort of demon?!”, a thug questioned, shakily as a sinister smile formed on Aichi’s face.

Jun sweated a bit nervously, but kept his cool.

“A demon, don’t be silly. I’m the devil and you are going to regret waking me up!”, 003v said as he pointed towards Jun.

“Your Team Asteroid’s weapon aren’t you? We should be on the same side.”, Jun replied.

“Consider this a punishment from your better for pissing me off!”, 003v replied angrily as the thugs flinched and shook in fear.

“Looks like things won’t be that easy. However, I don’t intend to just sit down and take your punishment. Go, Aggron!”, Jun replied, throwing out his next Pokémon.

“What’s with him? He was completely different before?!”, one of the thugs questioned.

“The true 003v has been awakened from within that kid.”, Jun replied.

Jun flinched as Soul Saver wasted no time pouncing onto Aggron.

“Aggron use blizzard!”, Jun ordered.

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