#and no nothing could make him face that moster he thinks that's in him

[nthspecialll]

Colm's otherworldliness.

When it comes to Kieran's involvement with the O'Driscolls I have always been a firm believer of him not telling the whole truth but I could not place my finger on it, however I finally came acorss the missing piece, a camp interaction I had not heard before.

I had just returned to camp and saw Sean and Kieran sitting by the fire, I didn't think much of it but merely joined them, preparing for Sean to get all up in Kieran's face about his pronouciation of Colm or Colom, however, instead Sean asked Kieran "so tell me, what is that Colom or Colm, whatever he likes to call himself, like?"

Now Kieran gave a reply I found surprising. He had previously stated that he did not know Colm, that he barely spent any time with him and that Colm did not even know his name, yet here with Sean he tells him this: "When he is happy, you are happy... When he is sad, you are upset and you dont even know why. When he is in a good mood and he talks to you it is like the sun is shining, but when he is mad at you, he is like the devil. He makes his people into monsters, makes them love only him. It doesn’t matter that he is mad as long as it isnt to you. He scares me. I mean you guys scare me too, but you... you are human, he is... It is hard to explain."

This convosation is so interesting to me because it reveals so much stuff. Colm is very charismatic, he is not just a greedy brute who takes advandage of his people, this is a man who is able to manipulate and groom people into following him blindly to the point that they will immediately feel what he does without even knowing why. This is a man who gives you the highest highs you could ever experience merely by talking to you, yet makes you feel the worse you ever had merely because he is mad at you. He makes you feel ashamed, guity and terrified even if you did nothing wrong.

He makes people mosters, yet at the same time he is able to tame them and make sure they react to him only, it is blind devotion and an eager to please. In a way they remind me of Bill.

Bill is so eager to please Dutch that he is willing to do nearly anything, even putting himself in situations he is bound to fail (the ball) because there is a slight chance of him impressing Dutch. He follows Dutch's opinions blindly, immediately agreeing that Marston was the rat without even thinking about it for a second, exploding at any of the others for questioning him.

What makes this kind of relationship so special is the fact that Bill does not see Dutch as an equal, he sees him as something else, just like Colm's followers does to Colm. They are scared of Colm, yet they follow him either way because they are addicted to those few moments where Colm makes the sun shine down on them.

There is something so absolutely astunishing about this line "I mean you guys scare me too, but you... you are human, he is... It is hard to explain," and I am not even sure I can properly word it. Kieran, even Kieran who apperantly did not even know Colm, sees Colm as something other human, better than human. It is so interesting to me.

Either way, I was not the only one who noticed this inconsistancy because Arthur goes "I thought you barely knew Colm," where Kieran jerks up and quickly goes "um, yeah, I just heard plenty!" Now the emotion, the longing yet confusion, in Kieran's voice when he spoke of Colm would not match up with merely hearing, which Arthur clearly also thought as he went "is that right?"

To be honest, I do not blame Kieran for lying at first, if Bill Williamson was standing with gelding thongs to my non existant parts I would also lie, but it is interesting to learn the truth.

Now at some point in this convosation Sean actually said something along the lines of "well Colm sounds like a self happy idiot," and I actually think quite the opposite. Colm sounds terrifyingly smart that while driven by greed, knows how to restrain himself.

[dovithedarklord]

Age of Mosters - Chapter Sixteen

Pairing: OFC x Simon "Ghost" Riley, OFC x König

Tags: Slow Burn, Slow Build, Enemies to Lovers, Alternate Universe, Blood and Gore, Blood and Violence, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, POV First Person, Not Beta Read, Medical Inaccuracies, Military Inaccuracies, AFAB OC

Trigger Warning: The story will contain violance, blood and smut in detail. Please, keep that in mind!

⚠️MDNI⚠️

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Author's Note

The small team uncovers interesting clues, and Leona has the opportunity to get to know the new helpers during action.

Hello! :D

I apologize for disappearing, but I was forced to move and the last few weeks weren't exactly easy because of that:') But now I returned and I'm back to posting more regularly!

I have a lot of trigger warnings for today's chapter, please take it seriously! TW: Blood and gore, death, violence, mentions of rape, mentions of abuse, mentions of violence against minors, torture, body horror.

All this brutality has a purpose, but we have to suffer it through first to be able to see it!

Have fun!

I.M.L. - Infected mammalian lifeform. I.H.L. - Infected humanoid lifeform.

if you're interested you can find the story on AO3: Chapter Sixteen

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Stormy wind blows the cool raindrops falling from the dark clouds in my face, and I'm only fleetingly aware of how the bony fingers of the dry branches sticking out of the wild vegetation dig into the straps of my uniform, as I cautiously advance towards the target despite the increasingly hostile siege of the weather. Once there was a vineyard of poetic beauty here, where people retreated from all the hustle and bustle of everyday life, and could immerse themselves in comfortable relaxation and enjoy every expensive drop of the wine sold at a price of gold, away from the big cities. However, fifty years of desolation have left nothing but an overgrown jungle of vines and an endless sea of weeds that envelop them in a suffocating embrace. But this abandoned garden still serves a good purpose, because it benevolently hides all the members of our small team heading towards the huge building resting in the middle of the large estate. And we need all the kind help of nature, because even this can hardly cover the two huge men at the head of our group.

It can't be denied that after our little trio arrived at the scene of our latest adventure, the matters started moving surprisingly quickly, after the Hunter, König, shared with us all the juicy information that he so sweetly extracted from the unfortunate gang member, who they seemingly pulled out of nowhere. After explaining the coordinates, he offered the plan at least at such a fast pace, putting the whole action together with the kind of practicality that can be expected from a member of a KorTac-like, well-oiled machine. And although the fast progression of events meant only positive news for us, but I know that I wasn't the only one who had mixed feelings and came to the rather suspicion-filled realization about what financial motivation lies behind our new team's enthusiasm.

And despite the professionalism with which my two companions move together with our new helpers and their hardworking soldiers, even through the curtain of the pouring rain, I can easily make out the tension that sits in the jacket-covered shoulders of MacTavish, who strides in front of me. Maybe I would think him crazy if he wouldn't be in a flap regarding the success of our mission, since the peace of our already fragile life depends on it, but I have the sneaking suspicion that for once it's not just our operation, twisting into increasingly complicated subplots, that is responsible for the uneasiness that lingers in him and his masked bosom friend.

My bright eyes are inevitably drawn to the huge figure, who cuts through the tangled cavalcade of overgrown plant life as if it were nothing more to him than a few unruly blades of grass, breaking down the army of twigs in front of him with a few careless movements of his long hands, as he moves forward with the purposefulness of a bulldozer. It’s not an exaggeration to say that the man with a rather German-sounding name and dressed in a strange hood successfully planted the sounds of caution in my mind from the very first moment, because even though he is now an ally to us, it wasn't by chance that Shepherd hired another SSS-class fighter to play babysitter on our mission overflowing with sensitive information. The old bastard wanted to play safe by giving Riley a playmate from his own weight group, and if there is even an iota of truth to my intuition that the two mercenaries will also include a very open ear for us along with their helping hand, then in addition to finding the serum we also have to make sure that they don't stab us in the back and inform the old man about every breath we take. Because that would be the logical step if the leader of the colony wanted complete discretion. That he silences us, who know an embarrassing amount about his rather criminal dealings. And who else would be more suitable for this chore than two killers abundantly loaded with credits, who present just the right challenge to my partners.

It's enough for me to glance at the masked Hunter, who is lurking not far behind the guy who resembles a smaller yeti, and his hand clenched on his weapon says enough about how comfortable he feels in the newly established set-up. Of course, those who are in deep shit shouldn't be picky when fate takes pity on them, but I can understand why this terrifying man is still troubled by the fact that the big boss has given us friends who would be able to give him a hard time too. I know that these thoughts have crossed his mind as well, and that is precisely why he remains in his colleague's heels like an ineradicable shadow. Because he wants to be the first to cut his throat if he tries anything even remotely suspicious.

During the raging storm, the few minutes seem like decades until we reach the end of the rows of grapes, and the line of a beaten stone fence appears in the wind-torn, knee-high grass. I obediently follow the Scottish Hunter, who kneels behind the low wall on the muddy ground, and almost immediately takes a closer look at the remains of the hotel stretching out in front of us, that once served as the site of expensive vacations. I have to admit that the bastard who leads the separatist group has pretty good taste, because even though all that's left of the once-luxurious comfort is a battered, empty skeleton, it's still just inviting enough to be suitable for hiding. But what’s perhaps even more remarkable is that, according to König, these people chose the imposing hideout not only because of the nostalgia that reminds them of the prosperity of the old days, but also because even though this den is located right in the middle of the red zone, yet it’s conveniently far from any well-known nest. Of course, this mystery could easily be explained by the fact that such a wandering troupe gains a lot of useful experience when roaming in the wilderness, but they have avoided danger too skillfully so far for it to be a mere lucky coincidence. At the head of this gang is someone who, like Valeria, has just enough experience to avoid the watchful eyes of the authorities and the sharp claws of mutants. Terribly interesting.

"That's the back door. We'll enter there." I hear the voice thick with an accent on the radio that breaks through the rustle of the wind, and I only peer at our hooded tour guide from the corner of my eye. And I'm once again reminded of the sheer size of the hired Hunter, because even though he shrunk himself down to the smallest possible size to the best of his capabilities, his broad shoulders still peek out spectacularly from the cover of the fence. And unlike Riley, whose enticingly massive measurements fill me mostly with excitement, König's stature plants dozens of sinister thoughts in my skull. My masked companion has also been blessed by nature and the kind genes of his species with a figure that commands authority, but our new mate surpasses even that. And I can't shake the suspicion that he uses this magnificent physique with the efficiency of a living weapon, which I have no problem with as long as he doesn't want to test his unparalleled skills against us. I warmly advise him not to do this, because due to the sea of crap that I experienced in these last few weeks, my stimulus threshold has decreased just enough to kill him after the first bad movement. Even if I have to be smart about it.

"It's not that heavely protected." Comes the curt observation from Riley, and now I direct my eyes toward the target in front of us instead of studying our new teammate, because it would be timely for me to dedicate my brain capacity to the mission as well. And at first glance, the whole place exudes a deceptive desertedness, but I dont let the apparent immobility mislead me. Because I immediately understand what the masked man saw so keenly. It's enough to observe the dark figures appearing through the cracks of the boarded-up windows to know that, although the vagaries of the weather are in our favor and there are no more guards than necessary, but inside it’s not certain that we will be so lucky. The task is made even more difficult by the fact that we have to catch the main bastard, because based on the information forced out from the weakest link, none of his subordinates was sufficiently informed about the group's business affairs to be able to spill wherever our stolen serum may be.

"Let's go." König immediately takes the initiative, and even before he would wait for his idea to be acknowledged, he springs up and jumps over the stone wall with such ease, as if our improvised hiding place, which is at least waist-high for me, would be nothing more than a small inconvenience that can easily be crossed.

However, there is no time to hesitate, because as soon as the man, burning with the fever of readiness to get into action, takes the first few meters on the quite open field covered with overgrown grass, he is almost immediately followed by Horangi and his stern-eyed men, leaving us no chance to wait around either. And all I need is a quick glance at the masked Hunter swinging over the wall to know, that the leadership role that his new colleague arbitrarily seized for himself is not really to his taste. Because although he doesn't voice his displeasure with a single word, I have observed him just enough to recognize the tension in his heavy steps. He has enough sense of duty to endure frustration for the sake of our goal, but I know that this charming patience won't last forever. And I have a feeling that this whole impossible situation is getting on his nerves enough to lure his less diplomatic self out of him. He will work together as long as he has to, but not for a minute longer. What a rosy outlook.

Just as MacTavish moves next to me, suppressing a tired sigh under his breath, and nimbly leaps over the fence after his bosom friend, then I finally pull myself together and throw my weapon on my back to swing myself to the other side, following the Scotsman. We cross the few narrow meters that separate us from the building at lightning speed, and I thank the increasingly fierce storm, because we would otherwise be embarrassingly easy targets even in this short distance. And the fact that the surrounding area of the structure is so easy to keep an eye on raises the suspicion in me again, that it could only have been designated as a temporary accommodation by someone who had enough experience to know what difficulty the long grassy wasteland poses for a curious wanderer trying to get close to it. And this makes me more and more curious as to who might be at the head of the separatists, because all their actions so far indicate that they aren't just a simple criminal.

In front of the beat-down entrance, the soldiers wait for the instructions of their leader, who, when he is sure that we have arrived successfully, opens the door without a second of delay and charges forward with decisiveness, raising his weapon in front of him, closely followed by his Korean comrade, who lets us know with just a wave that we'd better follow their example, if we don't want to fail prematurely by waiting around in the doorstep. Although I'm not particularly impressed by the behavior of the two men, but based on the expression on the faces of my two friends, I can be sure that they do not share my lack of interest. This may not be the first time they have had to work with strangers, and maybe it wouldn't hurt their egos to not be in control of the whole operation, but it's all the more likely that they will be at least as comfortable tolerating this treatment from Shepherd's men as if someone were pulling their teeth out. And I strongly hope, praying to any higher authority listening, that this whole circus doesn't turn into a dick-measuring contest in the middle of a world-shattering event, because even Riley, who keeps his cool very skillfully, won't tolerate it without saying a word.

My boots land on the worn marble floor with a wet thump, when, at the end of the line, I cross the threshold into the embrace of the dark little corridor, and my nose is hit almost immediately by the musty smell of mold spreading on the damp walls. Despite the late spring weather, the whole place radiates an unfriendly coldness, and as the intrusive caress of the breeze blowing through the vacant building penetrates my soaked clothes, goosebumps erupt on my back instinctively. The huge house looks lifeless enough to fool the less experienced travelers, but my eyes aren’t the only ones who notice the mud-covered footprints on the dirty stone, which spread along the hallway shrouded in darkness. According to this, these bastards are tough enough to kill civilians, but they prefer to hide from a small thunderstorm within the four walls, even if they voluntarily let the attackers into their dwelling by doing it. I wasn't wrong about these thieves being cruel, but far more stupid than it would first appear.

We start silently towards the depths of the hotel, and the hooded man leading the way guides us to the source of the dull light coming from a distance, dictating a slow but all the more determined pace, with such a soundless softness compared to his height, like a predator scouting for prey. And his caution soon pays off, because as soon as he reaches the end of the passageway, a guy dressed in ragged combat gear appears in the small room before us, who notices the danger coming towards him too late. Because when he breaks away from his deep conversation on the radio and glances towards us, König ia already in front of him with impossible speed, crossing the distance between him and his victim with three wide steps with his long legs. And before the bandit could react, and would be able to open his mouth and alarm his companions, by then, a huge hand already lands on his face, and swallowing the startled shock, which crawls there with instinctive speed when he realizes that he has fallen into the grasp of a giant. But he doesn't even have time to understand what is happening, because with the momentum with which he galloped towards him, the Hunter rams the criminal, frozen in stunned terror, against the nearest wall just as easily. And even if he wanted to, he wouldn't be able to do anything about the attack, because as suddenly as it came, his attacker ends his life as quickly. The crack with which the helpless man's skull splits open when it meets the concrete is stomach-churning, and the once cream-colored plaster is turned into a grotesque painting by the bloody pieces of brain tissue bursting from the shattered bones. And I have to forcefully fight the stomach acid gathering in my throat, when an eyeball appears for a moment from between the gloved fingers, staring blankly at me before falling to the ground with the lifeless body, as it's released by its killer. But perhaps it enhances the discomfort in me even more when our new teammate turns towards us with such cold calmness, shaking off the shattered pieces of slimy meat stuck to his glove, as if he had not just crushed a person's head with his bare hands, but had just swatted a naughty fly.

And even though I know how powerful Hunters are, I can only drive away the surprise mixed with disgust on my face with great concentration, because this ruthlessness surpasses everything that my dark little mind has thought possible until now. It was definitely a successful way to silence someone, but even I can see that it wasn't about efficiency. Because, when he fixes his gaze on his men emerging from the corridor, and takes in the respect and fear that appears on their faces, even I can see the satisfaction with which his back straightens. And I don't need to know this brutal man to understand, that he eased the hunger of his own self-confidence with this gruesome but spectacular stunt.

And when I, behind Riley and MacTavish, wander into the small hall leading to what may be the staff passageways, I have the opportunity to observe the grim expression slowly taking shape on their faces as well. Perhaps they also feel that this presentation didn't only take place so that the soldiers know their place, but also carries an unspoken threat, with which their colleague lets them know that it would be advisable for them to behave well, because someone has joined their company who will be able to cause them problems even without activating his ability. Shepherd… you dirty fucker. You want us to remember that help can disappear quickly if we don't play by the rules. How awfully smart.

"We split up here. One team goes upstairs, the others search through the ground floor." König turns to our small group, still maintaining the noble task of managing the mission, gesturing with one hand to the stairs opening from the back of the place, and then to the corridors on both sides, facing each other. With his tall figure, he easily stands out from among us, as he quickly scans his men, looking for any brave volunteer who would not agree with his proposal. And when he only receives a curt but obedient nod, he turns towards us to find our trio, and his eyes settles on me inexplicably quickly, zeroing in on me with embarrassing speed. And this isn't the first time since our not-so-distant meeting that he has found me so enthusiastically. Ever since he stepped out of that cramped container used for interrogation, he discovers me from time to time again, as if there would be a fucking magnet stuck on my pretty little body, drawing his attention to me as soon as I'm within range.

And although every single one of my facial muscles melts into the determined mask of expressionlessness, as his gaze sinks into mine, a visceral uneasiness awakens in my stomach. Because although I knew from the first minute that we had to be on guard, since probably at the end of Shepherd's leash made of money they are only allies for us until their master orders them otherwise, but he slowly makes it very clear that both his demonstration of strength and his behavior serves as a warning. And it doesn't make me happy at all when I come to the painful realization that, unlike my two companions, I would have a harder time defending myself if our cooperation took a rough turn. I know that he can't harm me right now, since the success of the mission is too important for that, but the little voice in my brain tells me that I'd better watch out for him, because it doesn't mean anything good that he is keeping an eye on me so readily. I could chalk it up to the fact that, being a good Hunter, he is just afraid of the physical integrity of a valuable Extreme, if I'm so exotic, but I can't get rid of the small fleeting intuition that this is about something else. And I don't like the curious glimmer in those sky-blue eyes when I stubbornly raise my head. No matter how big you are, you will need a lot more than that to scare me.

"You're goin' upstairs with Soap." Riley suddenly speaks, thus breaking me out of the tense stare-down duel that I'm unconsciously engaging with the behemoth man, and I turn with the greatest joy to the masked Hunter, who lingers on his colleague for a dangerous moment, before turning his hard gaze on me. "Stay alert." He leans closer, covering us from the audience with his back, and even this small act speaks quite eloquently of how much trust he has for our new teammates. And I can't blame him for that, because even though we need all the help, none of us lost our minds from gratitude. Especially not him, who runs circles in his head similar to my paranoid brain, probably because he has too many bitter experiences behind him to be naive. He knows too, how sensitive this alliance is.

I only hold his gaze for a heartbeat longer, and that's enough to see the weariness lurking in his dark eyes, next to which my trained little senses recognize the tiny little light that seems quite concerned even to my mind struggling with colorful imagination. And after the busy events of the past few days, I don't necessarily feel delusional anymore when it occurs to me, that he will be worried not only about his bff, but also about my safety, when he starts his lonely journey in this ex-resort that has become a crime den. And this lures a faint, but still naughty little curve to my lips, with which I silently tell him that it will take a lot more than a couple of lowlife thieves to make me bite the dust. Unfortunately, no one gets rid of my mean little person that easily. Although I have a feeling that this caution is not for the criminals who roam the walls…

But even before I could come up with a particularly witty answer for him, a hand lands on my shoulder and directs my thoughts, which have strayed into inappropriate side tracks, to their owner. And as my Scottish friend bursts into my field of vision, clutching his gun, he motions with his head towards the stairs leading upstairs, showing quite obviously that it's time for us to get to work before the gang realizes what surprise is being prepared for them in secret.

"Come on, lassie. There are bastards we need to put some holes into." He reminds me, and the serious expression, that has been stubbornly clinging to his features since the beginning of our current outing, softens from the tiny line of the cheeky smile that moves to his stubble-framed mouth. And although it's possible that the circumstances of our alliance have made him more cautious, I know that he has by no means forgotten the many horrors, some of which he owes to the outlaws who loiter here. Even if our adventure in the city is not their making, the bloodshed caused in the research institute is, and I know the man well enough to know that the possibility of paying off some of the many painful promises is responsible for his enthusiasm. And I won't stand in his way for a minute.

"After you." I gesture with one of my hands towards the path leading up, thus handing over the stage to the Hunter to let him turn into the tour guide, if he is already buzzing with such energy. And he immediately seizes the opportunity, raising his assault rifle in front of him, to bid farewell to his masked bosom friend with a last meaningful nod, and head towards the stairs. And I obediently close up behind him with my weapon pointed forward ready to attack, glancing back at Riley once more before disappearing into the maze of spiraling steps. And perhaps it means nothing to an outside observer, as he raises his head and follows the progress of our little duo with unbroken persistence, but my senses, which are desperately quick to notice every small twitch of his, quickly discover the small wrinkles that appear around the painted skin around his eyes. And I can understand from this, that he is parting from us with an anxious heart, but he is much calmer when he can put a safe distance between us and our helpers who are slowly organizing themselves into smaller groups. He would rather be alone among the wolves than expose us to the same danger. And the unpleasant nervousness awakening in my stomach only hopes that the two mercenaries won’t feel like turning against us right now.

But before long, the small gathering disappears from my vision, as the steps continue to turn towards the upper floor, and we are swallowed up by the narrow staircase. The sound of our soaked boots is blessedly absorbed by the worn velvet carpet that runs along the stairs, thus enveloping our silently sneaking pair in a dangerous silence. And the higher we get, the stronger the suspicion gets in my head, because we get to the top floor too easily and undisturbed, as if no one had taken up residence within the walls of the abandoned facility. And although the massive building offers plenty of hiding places, these wretched vermins don't know they have guests, and this silence is far more ominous than what my paranoid mind can bear. That's why my fingers instinctively tighten around the grip of my gun, preparing to pump the very first suspicious shadow full of ammunition.

MacTavish pauses only for a moment at the end of the staircase to cautiously peer out from behind the wall looking for the enemy. And when he is certain it's safe to proceed and no unsuspecting gang members have appeared to attack, he gestures forward with his gloved hand, and I understand his silent request even from the small gesture and follow him as he steps out into the wide corridor framed by carved wood. Once upon a time, it was probably a fortune to pack this tasteful covering here, but now the thin cracks run along them like a spiderweb from the moisture and the iron teeth of time, replacing the former luxury with a ghostly atmosphere. However, it attracts my attention much more, and it also makes my Scottish friend wonder, where to go on the dark road, because each of the two paths opening towards the wings of the building has the same chance of hiding valuable targets.

But I don't have to think too much about where we should head next, for the man precedes me in discovery, and I merely raise one of my eyebrows in interest, when he closes his eyes and sniffs the stale air, like a hunting dog looking after the wounded prey. Although there is already a sassy comment on the tip of my tongue about his methods, he turns his head to the side surprisingly quickly, staring with such intensity at the dark corridor opening on the right, as if he really would be hot on the scent. His super-senses probably recognized the stench of the gangsters lurking between the walls quite accurately, because after flashing his blue eyes at me meaningfully, he sets off across the worn carpet with such determination as if he had actually found his prey.

And it soon becomes clear how effectively his abilities developed by nature detect the enemy, because as we get further into the narrow pathway, the faint noise of our steps is accompanied by the characteristic, soft murmur of human speech, which although doesn't uncovers the topic of the discourse, but reveals that there is more than one person waiting for us on the other side. A gloomy, gray light greets us as soon as we reach the end of the corridor, and following the Hunter's example, I lean against the cool wall, listening to the fragments of words drifting in our way. One of the members is probably wandering closer to us, because the conversation he is having with his friends is gradually becoming more audible, and although I don't know the context, I don't like what I can finally understand from it in the least.

"Take the bitch to the boss in two hours. Until then, do something to wake her up. She must be awake." Murmurs the deep male voice, and the disdain in his tone fills me with disgust without even knowing who he could be talking about so kindly. It's not only the tone that helps plant frustration in my brain, but also the fact that there are civilians here, probably not of their own volition, because it only makes our task more difficult. Because the whole mission quickly progresses from the initial capture of the main scum to hostage rescue. And it's clear from the muffled cursing coming out of MacTavish's mouth that he isn't particularly excited by this unexpected development, and if I have to judge only by the clenched curve of his jaw, then his already not-so-rosy mood is only getting worse.

Based on his steps, the guy barking out his instructions gets closer to us, and when he comes into view at the mouth of the corridor, he stares at the two of us in puzzlement. But, when he could reach for the pistol resting on his belt, my friend with the mohawk springs into action, and cuts the throat of the man with a knife taken from his vest with deadly precision, before the guy would have the chance to alert what a pleasant new company his gang has got in our person. Like a waterfall set free, the blood gushes out of the wound, and with wide-open eyes, desperately gaping, he tries to press his palms to the slit, but the crimson liquid escapes unstoppably between his fingers, and my stomach tightens from the metallic smell. But it's more of a reflexive response than true hunger, and my eyes instinctively fixate on the delicacy that slowly drenches the man's jacket, then draws a dark puddle around him as he sprawls on the ground with one last choked gasp. And luckily for this wretch, because of my self-control and Riley's surprisingly nutritious blood, I don't feel the insatiable urge to crank up his agony with a nice little snacking. 

"We're goin' in. On me." MacTavish says, gesturing towards the room with his head, and I nod, adjusting my finger on the trigger, giving him the kick-start to push forward with the determination of a true professional. And when he steps into the spacious room bathed in light, then, without hesitation, he aims at the scumbags that are hanging out there, immediately putting a bullet in the head of one of them, as soon as he jumps up to honor the surprise that we give them.

And emerging from behind his strong figure, I launch myself into the attack, and thanks to the many hours spent with suffering on the shooting range, it's much easier for me to shoot the big guy standing guard in front of the double doors on the other side of the hall, who, thanks to my clever little ambush, falls down to the pale blue tile with a pained scream. However, there is no time to pat myself on the back for my magnificent performance, because much sooner than that, another volunteer charges at me, swinging his knife at me to try to reshape my face. But the lack of coordination in his movements gives me enough time, and my body acts much faster. I bend down to get out of the way of the blade, and taking advantage of his surprise, I point the barrel of my gun at his stomach, so that I can reorganize his internal organs with my bullets at friendly close range. Warm blood splashes on my face, but it doesn't affect me one bit, because it gives me much more satisfaction to see him stagger backwards, with genuine shock on his face, like a wounded animal. I don't feel an iota of guilt, because they didn't show a shred of compassion when they were playing hide ans seek with the defenseless staff in the research institute. Fate gives everyone what they deserve. And I don't even want to deny that it fills me with great pleasure to be able to contribute to its vendetta.

It's all but a few minutes, and all the stray sounds of our incipient fight die down, leaving nothing but the angry pattering of the rain on windows stretching up to the ceiling on the side of the room. The Scottish Hunter finishes off the last bandit as I straighten up and turn around to see how many enemies he has left me. He effortlessly pulls out the knife from the head of a bald man, which he could have sunk into his skull up to the hilt with an impossible force, and then, wiping the blade with a careless movement, steps back, allowing the lifeless body to fall into the empty pool in the middle of the room. And as it lands with a dull thud, it kicks up decades old dirt that has gathered in dirty stains on the dried, mosaic-like tiles.

"There is something behind the door that was worth being protected." I conclude as I take a look at the unmoving criminals spread out on the floor, quickly counting all eight that have got together so intimately in this cozy little hall. And since I suspect that they didn't gather among the remains of the indoor swimming pool because of nostalgia for the past, therefore they could only try to hide something very interesting behind that door, in front of which now lies the still corpse of the humongous gang member I shot.

"Probably the hostages." MacTavish notes walking beside me, his blue eyes fixed on the tastefully crafted solid wood entrance, slowly sliding his knife back into its pouch resting on his shoulder strap. And there is no mistake in his assumption, because it has already come to light that at least one person is being held captive in this magnificent shithole. But even if a dozen defenseless civilians were locked up here, far fewer armed guards would have been enough to keep them in check, especially if they were so weakened that life had to be breathed into them by force. They were trying to protect something else with such fearful concern here.

"Fewer people would have been enough for that. There is something else there." I cast my significant gaze on my friend, and he turns his head to me with his eyebrows furrowed. But as our eyes meet, he understands without words what I'm getting at. If something very important, say a super-secret chemical created by the government, is buried on the other side, then it's very reasonable for a bunch of guards to stand by, vigilantly waiting to see if someone comes to retrieve it.

"Let's go." The Hunter sets off with renewed motivation, and I follow him with no less vigor, because the knowledge that the end of this fucking parade overflowing with chaos can be within arms reach makes my steps much more faster. We cross the room briskly, so that when we reach the threshold of our next goal, I step over the bloodied man lying there and smooth my hand on the doorknob, glancing expectantly at the Hunter. And when he pulls himself together with his assault rifle raised and nods towards me, ready to attack, I push the door open with a decisive movement and let MacTavish charge forward, who rushes past me immediately.

But as I enter as well, and the spacious suite is revealed to me, I'm greeted by nothing but silence and a multitude of unknown crates, which are piled next to each other in rough irregularity, covering the space of a room that was once worth a fortune. And I don't have to tear any of them open to know what's in them, because the smell of gunpowder permeates the air like a disease. Lowering his weapon, the man with the mohawk ventures further into the room, opening one of the large boxes with bewilderment, and when I catch a glimpse of the metallic shine of the almost untouched rifles in it, I'm overcome with confusion similar to my friend's. I expected to find a couple of questionable, but all the more valuable items, but the absence of the hostages, and especially the lack of the serum, raises a series of dangerous questions in my head. Why was it necessary to protect stolen firearms so enthusiastically? Of course, I understand that goods have to be protected, but they can't just walk away, can they?

But when a disapproving grunt-like voice erupts from my Scottish companion, I quickly understand what could have needed such an awful lot of protection besides the rifles. As soon as the first bag full of white powder is found in another opened box, it becomes very obvious that these bandits got their hands on everything that could be used to bring in even the smallest amount of credits. So it's not so surprising that they were willing to cross the wilderness teeming with mutants and slaughter a whole group of unsuspecting researchers for the sake of profit. Of course, that still leaves one question open. Where are the civilians?

But I don't have time to dwell on that, because a roaring bang shakes the building out of nowhere, sending fine plaster dust from the ceiling into my rain-drenched hair. I smooth the damp dirt from my face with the back of my hand, smearing the drops of blood there, only glancing questioningly at MacTavish, on whose face suddenly the apparent gloom deepens, as if he knows that this noise can only mean trouble. And without a doubt, it does, because when he rushes to one of the boarded-up windows and peeks through the gap, he reaches for his radio in the middle of cussing.

"Ghost! What the hell is goin' on there?" He shouts into the device, and his deep voice is filled with such tension that I'm becoming more and more curious as to what his clever eyes could have seen in the yard that caused such concern on his face. But, as I walk towards him, a small, tormented whimper pierces through the chaos that has arisen, which reminds me more of the cry of a tortured animal than of a human being. And that instantly distracts me from the man and the troubling goings-on outside, as the uncomfortable pull in my stomach automatically directs my eyes to the single door on the side of the room.

"We found the target. It's a Hunter and he resists." Riley's hoarse baritone sounds in my ears, but the weight of the information doesn't reach my consciousness due to the noise of the alarm bells going off in my brain. I don't even register as the Hunter, hearing the new information, bursts out in colorful insults, because my legs instinctively take me towards my discovery, and with each step, the soft, muffled sobs become louder, which another voice tries to shush to silence.

"Woods, we have to go!" My partner suddenly calls out after me, but I don't even listen to his urging, because I'm already in front of the unknown entrance, and before he can inquire further about what the hell I'm doing, instead of rushing to the aid of our team with him, I already lock my fingers onto the doorknob and turn it without thinking, opening the wooden panel with a sudden movement.

And the blood freezes in my veins when I see what awaits me beyond the doorway. The light coming from behind me eerily paints the dim little bathroom, and licks at the figure of two strangers clinging to each other, backed into one of the corners. The boy, whose dirt-darkened face is smeared with lines of fresh tears, can't be more than fifteen, but a thousand years of pain and fear are concentrated in his eyes widening in alarm, as he curls up shivering in the embrace of protectively intertwined arms. The bony hands clenched around him bear the angry contours of several old wounds and dozens of seemingly new bruises, and even in spite of this, the woman, trembling, but all the more determined, pulls her protégé's body, weak from malnutrition, to her chest, saying with every cell that she will protect the poor kid even with her last breath. And as my eyes slide down to her ankles, where the thick shackles have rubbed spots blooming in black and purple, and then my gaze moves up and takes in the brownish scales of dried blood on the inside of her thighs, my stomach is clenched with such force by desperate rage that I can only forcefully hold back the scream that threatens to burst out of my throat. Because it doesn't take much logic to deduce who is held here in such high esteem when a Hunter is the leader of the whole fucking group.

"What the hell..." Comes the shocked question from MacTavish as he suddenly appears next to me, both of them flinching in fear at the man's voice. The boy starts to cry with renewed force, and the horrified sob that escapes from his chapped lips squeezes my insides as if someone had hit me in the stomach full force with a hammer. And this instinctively makes my hand reach back and motion to the Hunter to back away, and without taking my eyes off the pair I crouch down, laying my weapon on the ground with such caution as if with each movement I risked them disappearing into the shadows stretching behind them. And without a doubt, they would most likely want to do that, because the utterly distrustful look with which they follow me the entire time reveals that there is nothing else in this world that they wouldn't expect to hurt them, for they have already experienced so much misery.

"It's okay, you have nothing to fear. I'm a Healer too." I point to myself, and I try with every fiber of my being to move tenderness into my voice, which is difficult not because I rarely had to practice it, but because of the rage screaming in my brain, since I would rather gut the bastard who was capable of doing this. "I want to help. Don't be afraid."

And although the terror eases for a bit, with which they press themselves into the musty walls, but as the boy timidly pulls away from the woman a little, his bare legs emerge from under his outstretched T-shirt, and thus every desperate inch of his nakedness is revealed, then something quite terrifying, hot feeling flares up inside me. Because when I see the hand-like marks on his narrow, bony hips, the sure knowledge that the sick bastard who brought them here hasn’t spared any of them settles into my mind with a cruel force. And when my gaze, darkened by recognition, meets the woman's silent, distraught eyes, I can read from them that the horror that unfolded before me is only the tip of the iceberg. Fuck.

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My legs take me almost automatically through the labyrinth of the unknown base, and even I'm surprised by how quickly I rush out into the yard, finding the familiar hangar and continuing my journey there. But my brain is too busy to have the energy to praise myself for my excellent orientation skills. Because every single nerve cell of mine is woven through with that icy rage that has nested itself in all the corners of my body like an infectious disease. And even if I wanted to, I wouldn't be able to overcome the destructive storm raging under the surface, because I still vividly remember what kind of injuries I discovered on the bodies of the two Healers when I finally treated them after we returned to the KorTac base with the separatist leader in our hands. The mission ended with a rapid success after the minor complication, and the knowledge that we are one step closer to finding the serum should cheer me up, but I felt their trembling under my own hands when I supported them out of that damned cesspool. And it isn't difficult to imagine what kind of treatment they received, if the boy was already clinging to me with fear when MacTavish tried to give him a coat. I saw in my mind's eye every single bone that had just been fused together, every single scar and bruise, and also the wounds that one can only suffer when a beast cannot command its fucking dick and stucks it into everything, it doesn't matter if the hole it found, what or who it belongs to.

I stare straight ahead as I enter the vast space of the hangar, and I'm only vaguely aware of how readily the soldiers passing by move out of my way when they see the frozen expression on my face. At other times, it might fill me with morbid joy to see what effect I can have on my environment, but now only one goal guides and directs me towards the container resting in the corner. I want to show that fucking sadistic bastard with my own hands, what kind of torture can drive a man to the point of begging for death.

But when I get close enough to the large metal cage, a strong figure appears in front of me almost out of nowhere, and it takes me a second to realize who is standing before me through the fog of fury raging in my head. The Korean man holds out one of his camo-clad hands in front of me, causing me to halt and take a deep breath, trying to muster every last spark of my self-control before I would jump on him with an inarticulate yell and help him stand aside.

"You can't go in, there's an interrogation going on." Horangi declares firmly, and even though I can't see his face, I can sense from his accent that he is very serious about his statement intended as an instruction. And maybe it's not customary for them to allow simple Healers to interfere in the busy work of the Hunters, but right now I don't care in the least what traditions and rules they keep here. Because my patience is hanging on by a thread, and every single obstacle that stands between me and my victim dangerously stretches my tolerance to the point of snapping.

"If you don't get out of my way, I'll kill you." I inform him without a flinch, and I flash my eyes at him with such a significant warning that even a brainless idiot would be able to understand that I'm one step away from sending him to the other world. And in any other case, maybe with my sharp tongue and brilliant mind, I would come up with a good little ploy to trick and manipulate him, but this isn't the point where I feel like wasting my precious time on such things.

He examines me silently for a moment, and I can almost hear the battle of arguments in his head, with which he considers how much it pays off for him to stand in my way now. He also knows that if he wanted to, he could easily overpower me, but I know that the murderous temper in my eyes promises him enough trouble if he insists on following the protocols. And it seems that my aura has become sinister enough to make him come around, because he steps aside with a staged sigh and folds his hands in front of his chest, turning his attention back to guarding instead.

"They don't pay enough for this." He grumbles almost to himself, shaking his head in resignation, but apart from the sounds of his complaining, does nothing to keep me back in my little action. And I only give him one last fleeting glance, and then without any further hesitation, I tear open the door perhaps more violently than necessary, because the anger pulsating in my muscles removes all caution from my limbs.

As the small room opens up in front of me, all eyes are fixed on me almost at the same time, my presence interrupting the important conversation spiced with violence that they are currently having. My senses catch the grimness with which Riley turns towards me, and if I were a little calmer, I would stop to analyze the force with which his fingers tighten around the knife clutched in his hand, as he studies the motionless look on my face more closely. But even though the Hunter attracts my attention, I can only focus on one person now, and he sits in the middle of the room on a battered chair with such superiority, as if he weren't surrounded by three mountain-sized men trained to kill. And even though König slowly grasps a hammer in his hands, which can mean nothing but pain to him, he has the strength to put a cocky grin on his face. And suddenly it becomes quite obvious that, in spite of the beating they gave this scumbag, they still haven't managed to get him to talk. Never mind. I'll handle this.

"Woods!" MacTavish turns to me, and from the concern in his voice, I can sense quite simply that now he doesn't want me to witness all this bloody fun in the least. And certainly not because he wants to spare my sensitive psyche from watching someone being tortured for information, but because he saw exactly the effect it had on me when I had the opportunity to admire the handiwork of this separatist bastard on his two victims.

Without a sound, I close the door of the interrogation room behind me, and it seems that our prisoner is slowly realizing that a new guest has arrived at the party organized in his honor. And as his eyes glide over me, and I discover in them the disgusting hunger with which such sick fucks usually ogle at their prey, then the anger pulsing inside me spreads to my limbs like lava. Because the first reflexive thought that pops into my mind is the body of the two Healers shaking with terror as this pair of filthy eyes stares at them from the threshold of their prison.

"You finally brought a hottie here!" Exclaims the bandit cheerfully, not even noticing how the masked Hunter takes a threatening step towards him because of this small remark, perhaps hoping that this will be enough to shut this idiot up. But it seems that although he is running a race with wisdom, unfortunately, it's still faster than him. Because if he had any sense, he wouldn't raise his head like an alpha male, and he would know what a tight spot he was in. "This is an Extreme! I've never fucked one before... Come here baby, let's talk!" He whistles to me, as if he was just trying to lure a dog to him, and there is no doubt that he doesn't regard my kind as more than pretty, useful little animals.

"Shut the fuck up!" MacTavish gets angry on my behalf, and shakes the leader of the separatists with such anger that the chair cries out with wild creak. And other times, I would feel the warmth rising in my stomach at my friend with the mohawk trying to protect me and my honor, but this turn of events awakens such a worrying joy in me that even I get scared for a minute. And I can clearly perceive the confusion on the face of the Scottish Hunter, when a seductive smile appears on my face suddenly in place of the icy anger, as I stroll closer to the stage with comfortable steps, where I will show the performance of my life.

"It's all right, Soap." I carelessly wave to the aforementioned person, and I can tell from the arch of his worriedly furrowing eyebrows, how much my mood, which took a one hundred and eighty turn, fills him with doubts.  But soon he will understand what's going on, he doesn't have to be afraid. "You want to talk to me? You're in luck because I've been waiting for this opportunity. And now that you're sitting here all tied up like a gift... It all feels like a fucking miracle." I note, slowly running my hands along the line of my breasts hidden in my T-shirt, and the gaze of the captured criminal follows the path of my mischievous little fingers with such diligence, as if he were hypnotized. And it's likely the case, because it doesn't even register to him how unnatural is the carefree airiness with which I bypass a grim Riley, and with which I push König away with a soft touch, who, despite our brief acquaintance, backs up to the wall of the container without question.

"You have good taste, baby." The man grins with satisfaction, and it's easy to read from the superiority prevailing on his features that he really believes this to be true. He thinks he is a real jackpot, and I fell in love at first sight and danced in front of him, perhaps in the hope that such a big and strong Hunter boy would finally grace me with his attention. Because it's ridiculously obvious that according to his beliefs, a Healer is born only to serve. How cute.

However, when I arrive in front of him and lean forward, my hands slide onto his thighs, and my fingers sensually squeeze the flesh under the blood-stained fabric, then I see uncertainty run through his mind for a second. But that little spark that would prompt suspicion doesn't last long, because as I kneel between his legs tied to the chair, the two little brain cells that might still be functioning in his head go silent with alarming speed. His pupils dilate almost magically, and it's pathetic how his mouth hangs open as I slowly start massaging the tortured muscles with my palm. How terribly stupid.

"Why don't we play a little, hmm?" I ask softly, giving him a lustful look from under my eyelashes, conveying innocent longing to him with every cell, as if I had no greater desire in this world than to play with him. And it's true. It's an insignificant detail, that he and I are thinking of different kind of fun.

"Now?" The first recognizable wrinkles of doubt appear on his forehead, when reality suddenly penetrates the sensual images dancing in his fantasy. And I have to forcefully suppress the laughter that rises in my throat when he fixes his gaze almost shamefully on the Hunters who have retreated to be the audience. As if the sense of embarrassment had revived in him for a moment, and he would be disturbed by the witnesses, before whom he acted so confident a minute ago. But I don't allow him to sink into this wandering fear, because as one of my fingers travels up to his face and redirects his concentration back to me, I press closer to him, making sure that every inviting inch and curve of my body comes into contact with him.

"Don't pay attention to them. I'm a little shy, but I'll make an exception for you." I purr sweetly, smearing the blood that escaped from the cut across his face with my thumb, as I stroke the damaged skin almost soothingly. I can hear the air getting stuck in his throat as I slowly raise my crimson-painted finger to my lips and clean the delicious liquid with my tongue. How awfully simple.

"You're a little whore, aren't you?" That disgustingly amused grin returns to his face, simultaneously throwing aside any sanity that might have lurked in his head. But I don't blame him for being frivolous, because I know exactly what qualities genetics has blessed me with, and I've managed to sweep my victims off their feet many times with this and my perfectly honed manipulation. After all, what kind of predator would I be if I couldn't lull the vigilance of my prey?

I capture his gaze with unceasing enthusiasm, as I pull away from him to sit on my heels, and the disappointed moan that escapes from his mouth is pitiful. But I won't leave him anxious for long, because I grab his tattered shirt and release it from the grip of his pants with a firm movement, so that my nimble little hands can find their way to every unprotected inch of his stomach. And as my palm smooths over the hot skin, I feel how willingly it shivers under my gentle touch, like a real bewitched idiot.

"You like that, hmm?" I hum sensually, and when my curious energy slowly creeps into him through my fingers, goosebumps rise up under my hand as he closes his eyes accompanied by a sigh full of pleasure. And this is the number one mistake that a smart person would never make. They would not lose sight of their enemy, who, although approaches him with nice words and even kinder gestures, still wants his fall. But one learns the most from the lessons they suffer on their own skin. And now I will teach him wisdom that he will never forget.

In my mind, the intricate network of blood vessels weaving through his body appears, and my practiced little skill doesn't need more than a few seconds to find those extremely interesting little veins and arteries that will now play such an important role in pleasing this big boy. And as the slow wave of my energy causes the blood to start flowing out of the sensitive body part, I direct my eyes with the keen attention of a snake in ambush on the man caught in my claws. I don't have to be disappointed, because even I can feel in my fingertips how the typical tingle that is so characteristic of malfunctioning circulation appears in his muscles. And this disturbs his self-absorbed intoxication just enough, because his eyebrows meet with such incomprehension, as if he had just woken up from a deep sleep.

"What…. what's happening?” The disoriented question breaks out of him, and he fixes his gaze on me suspiciously, as if he would already start to suspect that he didn't quite get the entertainment he signed up for. And I no longer feel the need to continue my masterful performance, which he has so stupidly fallen victim to so far. And when the seductive mask slips off, and a cruel smile crosses my face in its place, I can almost see foreboding flashing into that weak mind of his.

"You may start to feel weird down here because I'm directing the blood out from your little friend." I note simply, as if I were stating a completely self-evident fact, and the stupid expression that appears on his face was worth all the pretense I had to show. His eyes widen almost comically, as he stares at his lap with such shocked dismay, as if he would hope that this moment will dissolve into the bizarre image of a terrible nightmare. But no. The mouth-watering feeling is very real, as after the blood slowly trickles away under my blessed ability, a numbness mixed with pain awakens in that tiny little tool of which he is so fucking proud.

"What the hell are you talking about?" He blurts out, and although he still wants to look very stern, I can hear his voice cracking with recognition. Now he can start to notice this unpleasant spasmodic feeling quite sharply, which arises as a result of my vile little activity, and which causes a dull ache to creep into his groin. And there is no more charming sight in the world than this stupid meathead sinking into despair. "Stop it, you sick bitch!" He snarls at me, emphasizing all his threatening aggression, but unfortunately, he doesn't seem dangerous as he begins to strain wildly against his unbreakable shackles. Because although he may be a Hunter, and he has increased strength and endurance, the chains prepared by my friends were invented for bad boys like him.

"Oh, what's wrong? I thought you wanted me to play with your dick..." I pout with fake sadness, cooing to him with such contemptuous disdain, as if I were just trying to reason with a hysterical child. And from the small tantrum he throws, which causes him to try to tear his hands out of the thick handcuffs amidst loud grunting, he seems no more than a overgrown baby. "Oh, my bad. I forgot to tell you that I like it rough." I spit, putting an edge imbued with caustic sarcasm in my voice, and there is nothing charming in that grin that flashes all my teeth, which I twist on my mouth.

He would try to speak, and maybe he would swear at me with some very macho harshness, but as I speed up the adventurous migration of blood from his cock with another burst of energy, a tortured moan erupts from his throat from the sharp pain that surely penetrates him by now. Small drops of cold sweat surface on his forehead, and I almost feel sorry for him from the look of terror on his face. But that's not enough. Because although he's slowly realizing what a sadistic little game I've lured him into, I still don't see the despair I'm looking for.

"Maybe I should make blood clots in your veins. You know what happens when a part of your body doesn't get blood, right? No nutrients, no oxygen..." I dwell on the endless possibilities, tilting my head curiously, and even he, with his small brain capacity, can understand what the consequences are when the tissues are left without blood supply. And, as he comprehends that neither his physical strength nor his ability to intimidate will get him out of this situation, then dread glides through his features with such a spectacular fastness that it's a joy to watch.

"Please don't..." He begins to plead, and the hoarseness that moves to his voice from the panic bubbling up in his throat is music to my ears. And when I see the first glistening pearls of tears in his eyes, the hatred burning in my stomach swells with contented joy, because the visceral desperation that takes shape on his face is quite wonderful. And the sugary-sweet smile that curls up the corners of my mouth at the sight of his misery may even seem sick, but this bastard deserves every moment of suffering, because there is so much pain stuck to his hands that no amount of shame and agony can wash away. And I'm not afraid to become ruthless and mean to help him taste what it's like to be truly defenseless and helpless.

"Oh, no, no, no! Don't cry! This is fun! It's like an experiment!" I lean closer to him, caressing his belly with mocking tenderness, and he jerks under my hand with reflexive speed from the delicate gesture. Shuddering, he tries to pull away from me, as if he wanted to merge with the back of the chair, but it's futile to think that he will be able to escape from this difficult situation. I enjoy it too much. "If we wait long enough, it will fall off! Or even start to rot! But don't worry, you'll still be able to get laid! Maybe you'll be able to fuck yourself with your own dick!" I continue my musing with unhinged glee, watching as his teeth clench with painful force, as his sanity and self-respect clash for dominance. And when a choking sound escapes from him, with which he tries to stifle the silent sobs shaking his chest, then I know I've broken him.

"Please, please... I'll do anything, just don't..." He whimpers, and a thick vein on his neck pops out from the effort he uses to force these pathetic words out of himself. I know he'd rather bite his own tongue for stooping so low, but he is just the kind of cretin that can be led on by a trick like that. He gets rid of every ounce of self-esteem in an instant with his plea, no doubt hoping that a pretty woman like me might have enough compassion to take pity on him. But he picked a fight with the wrong person. Because the circle of those who can create such tender feelings in me is very narrow. And of course, nasty pests are not among them.

"If you want me to stop, then start talking." I willingly offer him the obvious solution, and when he looks at me wild with desperation, I can see the long series of thoughts going through his head, with which he tries to process what I'm asking of him. And there can definitely be important information in that ugly little head of his, if even when he is up to his neck in a stinking pile of shit, he vacillates about whether to share it with us. "Because the clock is ticking." I remind him, imitating the rhythmic clicking of the hands of the clock with my index finger, and I can feel him twitch with increasing tension under my hands with each small tap. A suffocating minute passes as I stare unblinkingly at him and drum with unbroken enthusiasm on his bruised stomach, sending the blood further and further away from his jewels with each movement. And now the tears are starting to flow in rich streams on his face, which is almost purple in color, mixing with the sweat, which is slowly covering every inch of his skin from the pain caused by my little game.

"I don't have the serum!" He finally surrenders, almost shouting his confession, as his mouth opens wide with a tortured whimper, when I continue my treacherous little activity just to be sure. "I sold it to a guy named Rat! He has his network in Colony No. 2, he said he'll hand it over to his customer there!" He spills the info eagerly, and even though every word is raspy with the aching pulsing with even force in his lap, the obedience with which he surrenders to my will is music to my ears. And suddenly I'm filled with intense pride from the knowledge that I could be of such great help to my friends who are shrouded in eerie silence leaning against the wall, and that I got the information out of this asshole that had become our prey, which they didn't manage to beat out of him. Each vermin requires a different approach, it seems. And I'm lucky that not a prouder and smarter person is the head of Vultures, because it wouldn't have been possible to back anyone other than him into a corner so easily by threatening to make his junk fall off.  

"There you go! It wasn't that hard, was it?" I pull my hands out from under the sweat-soaked textile, patting his thigh with such belittling tenderness, as if I wanted to praise a dog that performed a clever trick. And the relieved sigh with which he finally calms down a bit is quite sweet, and as soon as a breath of his confidence returns him, and he fixes his eyes on me expectantly, then I simply push myself away from him to stand up, turning my back on him to head for the interrogator's door without any further discussion. And now, for the first time, my undivided attention is diverted from my prey long enough for me to catch the expression on my companions' faces, and from the way MacTavish's brows furrow in bewilderment and dread, I have to forcefully suppress the outline of a cheeky smile that wants to curve at the corner of my mouth. I forgot that even though I had already entertained Riley with my slyness, the Scotsman hadn't yet had the chance to witness my questionable tactics.

"Hey! What are you doing? You said you would stop!" The leader of the separatists finally comes to his senses, and I just glance at him over my shoulder. And although I know that the trauma of the two Healers won't be nullified by my little revenge, it cannot be denied that the stunned distress with which he gapes at me, dispels the anger gnawing at my insides. And I wish that the two of them could see how deep a hole such a freak can crawl into, if sufficient methods are used to help him back to the edge of the abyss. But maybe it will give them a little joy to know that the bastard, who so indulgently laid his filthy hands on them in every way imaginable, will be forced to live out the rest of his pathetic life with his dick rotting away like a useless leather hose in his pants.

"It's a shame that I'm a filthy liar." I shrug my shoulders with noble simplicity, telling him with every inch of me that this is no longer my problem. And from my periphery, I can clearly see how my masked companion coks his head to the side in interest, and as our eyes meet, I see the dark little sparks in them when he realizes how freely I used the strategy that he presented to me so kindly during Valeria's interrogation. I've learned from the best.

"You dirty little bitch! Once I get my hands on you, I'll gut you! Do you hear me?!" The criminal indulges in his scary threats, and every muscle in his face tenses with rage as he spits his curses at me. And when I only raise my head with a pitying look, he loses himself in his rampage with such vigor that the chair he was enslaved to begins to shake amidst wild creaking. But no matter how hard he struggles, no matter how hard he tries to tear his hands from the chains, a D-class fool is unable to perform the same magic tricks my friends can do. Because my Scottish friend and his bosom friend would have already folded bows out of the metal by now. How utterly sad.

However, it seems that our new helper gets bored much sooner with this ridiculous interlude, in which our prisoner sinks more and more violently by the minute, because König appears in front of him so quickly, and grabs the separatist leader's throat without any warning, that every sound of his angry protest boils in his throat in a second. And he doesn't even have time to react, for the Hunter lifts the guy up by the neck along with the chair to then throw him to the ground, and as he lands on the floor of the container, the chair breaks into pieces with a tortured crash. And even before the outlaw could collect the thoughts of opposition in his brain, dulled by surprise and pain, his attacker makes sure that he stays where he had so kindly laid him down.

König's foot chruses on his victim's chest like a press, and an interesting hissing sound leaves the throat of the man lying among the pieces of broken furniture, as his mouth slowly opens to shout, but only a forced groan comes out. And although from the hooded Hunter's perspective, it all seems nothing more than when someone methodically tramples on a bug, I know how much strength it takes to coax this sick sound out of someone. The morbid sight lasts just a second longer than it should, just long enough for the halfwit writhing on the ground to feel how fleeting and senseless end his life has came to. And it occurs to me that there is no hesitation in this, only pure cruel pleasure, because as the protective wall of our prisoner's ribcage gives way with a sudden crackle under the heavy boot, even though his face is covered by the loose fabric, I see the satisfaction flash in the cold blue eyes, with which he watches the foamy path of the blood gushing from the lips of his prey stretched out in the dirt.

And I know that I'm not imagining those cheerful little wrinkles that appear around the skin covered in dark paint, as he turns towards me, towering above the now motionless dead body, and our gaze intertwines. And because of this, the restless voice in my head warns me to be careful in a tenth of a second, because I can't think of a good explanation for why I discover the invisible line of a smile around his eyes emerging from under the textile. What the hell?

[amalia-uwu-writes]

¿Was it worthy?

I don't own undertale the rights go to the respective owners! Undertale belongs to Toby Fox!

Trigger Warnings ⚠️ : death, blood, murder angst, sad.

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"*you made me promise to keep an eye on that human child. i did.. and now look what happened to us toriel... my brother is dead.. I could have protected him. if it wasn't for the promise. They would be dead where they stood.. but i listened to you. even tho it costed me so much.. heh heh.. are you proud?..tori? of what you did?.. was it worthy? was it worthy to sacrifice all of us? was it? " Sans told Toriel.

He was clenching his sternum blood everywhere. His steps heavy on the snow. His breathing weakening with every passing second.

Toriel hugged Sans as he was bleeding to death. She was wounded but she had managed to heal. She tried to heal him. However Sans became dust on her arms.

She wept for the loss of her kind.. She was desperate to protect humans that she put her kind down.. she let them down.. She doomed her own kind.

Toriel was holding back in the entrance of the ruins.  She was holding Sans's jacket and Papyrus's scarf. Dust in them. Their dust.

Toriel wept holding the clothes close to her chest. She wept cause her kind was doomed to die amd she failed as a Queen and as a mother. Everywhere she looked she saw nothing but dust. Dust.. So much dust

She begged her kind to forgive her. She sobbed feeling nothing but guilt and regret...

Frisk met her at the hallway. Frisk looked back at their actions. They felt guilt. However they pushed this thought away. At the depth of their mind.

Their sins and guilt crawling all over their back. They felt bad. Toriel hugged them "Sans was right. I made him promise and now look where he ended up. Look where they all ended up. I should have listened. I don't know if I ask you to stop what would happen. But you already killed many of my kind. I should have never make him promise.. Sans... Everyone.. I'm sorry!" she closed he eyes. Tears running down her face.

Frisk slashed her. She chose to fight. Mercy wasn't an option. Mercy was never an option.

Frisk saw as the last monster died. They had just vanished an entire kind. The blood, dust of innocents where in their hands..

Toriel looked at the moon one last time. Her entire kind had just vanished. The moster kind was no more. Toriel closed her eyes, a few silent tears fell on the floor. Wind took away her dust. Her soul shattered. She joined her kind..

The end! 😘

Notes: So here is a one shot /drabble, sorry if it sucked. I hope you enjoyed. Please let me know what you think!

[agirlwithbigdreamsforher]

JACOB THE BRAVE

THE NANNY: ONE SHOT

JACOB THE BRAVE

Pairing: Andy Barber x Annie Johnson (OFC) x Jacob Barber.

Summary: It’s Halloween and Jake is on a mission to save his dad and Annie from the monster in their room.

Warnings: none really. A bit of language and that’s it.

A/N:  This is set on Halloween the same year after the original story ended. Jake is four in this.

Disclaimer: I do not give permission for any of my works to be copied, used, translated nor reposted anywhere else but here on this blog. Do not steal what you didn’t work for. Minors and ageless blank blogs don’t interact with me or my works. Reblogs and likes are always welcome. Thank you for reading this work of fiction.

Word count: 1231

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“Jake, time for bed.” Andy said.

“But, daddy…” Jake was sucking on a lollipop his vampire make up was already fading.

“No, no buts, it is 10 already you should’ve been sleeping by now.”

“Andy, it’s Halloween, let him stay awake a bit more.” Andy shot a dead glare at Annie, “or not. Come on, baby. I’ll help you wash your face.”

They had had a small Halloween party at their house. Everyone worn a costume, Jake wanted to be a “scary” vampire, trust me he looked so adorable he wasn’t scary at all. Annie went for a cheerleader outfit, I know, very last minute costume, but she didn’t have time to put more effort in it, and Andy was dressed as Tom Brady. A very pleasant surprise for Annie since Andy was showing off his biceps.

Annie and Jake went to the bathroom to remove the make up off his face before going to bed. Jake brushed his teeth, put on his pajamas, and laid down.

“Good night, baby.” She kissed her forehead, “I’ll put your candy in the pantry, ok?” The little boy nodded, “One more kiss.” She kissed him more one time, turned the lights off and left. Jake turned on his side holding his teddy bear and soon enough he drifted off.

Annie went to their bedroom, she was just walking in when Andy took her and put her against the wall kissing her hard.

“Please, tell me Jake is sleeping?”

“He is.” Andy kissed her again, “Is this why you send him to sleep?”

“You’ve been wearing that cheerleader uniform all afternoon!” He took her in his arms and basically threw her on the bed.

“Me?! You’ve been showing off those biceps all day!”

“Don’t act so innocent! I saw how you were bending over the counter when I was looking.”

“Are you gonna punish me for it, Mr. Barber?” She batted her eyelashes to him.

“How about if you cheer while I fuck you dumb?” he took off his t-shirt.

“So, cheerleaders?” Annie said giggling.

“Oh, shut up!”

Jake had no idea how much he had slept when he woke up, he turned to the other side and closed his eyes when he heard something. His eyes opened, paying close attention if he heard the noise again; and he did. He heard a loud grunt, followed by a whimper and something similar to a cry. Jake sat on his bed holding his teddy, he heard the noises again. He took a deep breath left his bear on the bed and walked to the hall and towards the noises. It was coming from his dad’s room; Jake ran back to his room.

“Mr. Bear, dad and Annie is in danger! We musf saif’em!”  

He got into his closet, grabbed his baseball bat and put on his football helmet. He was about to leave his room when he came back.

“You come wif me, Mr. Bear. May need your help!” He stuck his stuff animal in the collar of his pajamas’ shirt and off he went to save them. He walked slowly careful not to make any noise when he heard clear as day the voice of Annie.

“Oh my god! Andy!”

Jake’s eyes opened wide, the monster had them. No, he could now allow it to take them away. He took a deep breath and ran towards the door, the opened it and ran into the room.

“Gef away from them, moster!!!!!” He swing his bat to nothing. While Andy slipped out of Annie and she covered her body with the sheet.

“Jake!” Andy said, trying to put on his boxer briefs under the sheet. “What do you think you’re doing?!” He tossed a t-shirt to Annie, and immediately she put it on.

“Safing you from the moster.” He walked into the closet to find it empty.

“What monster?” Andy asked looking to Annie who just shrugged. “Jake did you had a nightmare?”

“No, daddy.” Jake was coming out of the bathroom. With the bat on his shoulder. “I hear the moster here!” Andy was so confused at what his son was saying.

“Oh god.” Annie said, “Andy, he heard us.” She whispered to his ear.

“Of course the monster!” Andy said.

“Is he gone?” Jake said.

“Yes! You probably scared him away with your bat. You save us!”

“I did?” he smiled proud to them.

“Of course baby!” Annie said, “Thank you so much. Come here.” Jake walked to her, “Alright, we don’t need this helmet and we certainly don’t need the bat anymore.” She put everything next to her night stand. She gave him a kiss, “Thank you, baby.” And then she hugged him while mouthing to Andy: “we are going to hell.”

“Ok, Jake, let’s take you to the room.”

“But if the moster come backs?”

“I don’t think he will,” Andy said as he took Jake in his arms, “You were pretty scary!” Jake smiled to his dad. “And, if we need your help, we can always call you. How ‘bout that?”

“Yes, ok. I haf question?”

“Go ahead.”

“Why you was on top of Annie?”

“Oh god!” Annie said hiding her face in her hands.

“I was… protecting her!” Jake opened his mouth in surprise, “What would we do without her?!”

“Oh daddy! You so brief!”

“I know, I know.” Annie just shook her head not believing Andy. “So, we’re fine. I’ll take you to your room.”

Andy left the room carrying Jake, not even 5 minutes later he walked in the room giggling.

“Andy it’s not funny! He saw us going at it!”

“Honey, he didn’t see anything and to be honest this was all your fault.”

“How was that my fault?!”

“You’re so damn loud sometimes.” He laughed again.

“I’m not loud!”

“You’re being loud now.” He said as he slipped on the bed.

“Argh! You’re so annoying sometimes!”

“Yeah, but you still love me.” Annie rolled her eyes, “And I love your moans.” He kissed her cheek, “Wanna go again?”

“No!”

“But I didn’t cum.”

“I didn’t either, but I’m not in the mood anymore.”

“I’m gonna get blue balls.”

A soft knock was heard in the bedroom. Andy walked towards the door and opened it. Jake holding his bear against his chest for dear life.

“Daddy, I think the moster is in my room. I hear tap on the windof.”

“Come baby, you can stay here while your dad goes and check on the monster.” Jake ran and hugged Annie.

“What? Why me?”

“Because you are the dad, and apparently you are so brave!”

“Not fair.” Andy pouted and left the room.

Jake was out and Annie was dozing off when Andy came back. He smiled at the picture in front of him. He took his side, kissed Jake and then Annie.

“Did you find the monster?” She whispered.

“Yeah, the branch of the tree is hitting the window, I’ll cut it tomorrow.” He yawned.

“You’re so brave daddy. I love you.” Annie said with a teasing tone.

“Daddy will need a compensation tomorrow, baby girl.”

“We’ll see. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, honey.”

They closed their eyes and fell asleep. Jake opened his eyes during the night, he looked at the couple peacefully sleeping.

“See Mr. Bear, plan work, I kepf daddy and Annie saif!” He closed his eyes again hugging his teddy and let himself fall into dreamland.

[busyxfangirling]

supernatural is about men in love with dean winchester, except dean winchester

supernatural is about men in love with each other

[technowoah]

thinking about angst prompt 'you're right. you're useless' with c!jschlatt where all reader does is try to help him and they eventually get to a breaking point because all they do it give and give and give and get nothing in return so schlatt just turns around and scares the fuck out of them :D

Have a Heart

You end up helping Schlatt after hating his guts. And even though you give every thing to your new president he dosent seem to fucking care

- c!schlatt x reader

- gender neutral reader!

- prompt: 25) "You're right. You are useless" (angst list)

⚠︎: swearing, drinking, smoking, angst, mentions of vomit, c!dream makes an appearance 🤭 not proofread

An// I LOVE THIS SCENARIO UGHH! THANKS FOR REQUESTING AS WELL BUB! I HOPE YOU ENJOY!

"Where's my fucking decree at?!"

"It's in my room Schlatt, please stop yelling." You tried to calm the ram-man down by talking calmer than him, but it only seemed to rile him up more.

"In your room?! Sounds like another fucking excuse that you didn't even finish them." Schlatt waved around his hands which one of them contained a lit cigarette in them. "Look at Tubbo he re-wrote one of my decrees before the festival, which is tomorrow may I add, and gave it to me. You havent even done anything I asked you." He scoffed.

You closed your eyes and held back a huge eye roll. You had done everything that Schlatt asked you to do, the decree was actually sitting on your desk in your room. This has been happening ever since Schlatt became president. He was more nicer, well as nice as Schlatt can get, but now he's been drinking like a moster and it never fails that he shows up to an important meeting drunk and makes you and Tubbo do all the work while Quackity and George are running free doing God knows what.

You had been loyal to Schlatt even when you didn't want to be, you had swallowed your pride along time ago. Every. Single. Task you do. And Every. Single. Time you get more put down that you already do.

Your head was hung low while he still spoke. "Hey! Were you listening to me shithead?! I need those papers by tonight!" Schlatt dug his finger into your chest pushing you back a little.

"Also get me my beer and bring it to the meeting room because apparently that's all you're good for." He finally left the long hallway, stumbling a bit as he walked.

You let out a sigh you didn't know you were holding until you saw him walk away. You walked away to find Schlatg that beer and try to put on a smile for the meeting you are currently dreading. Quickly you stopped by your room to grab the stack of paper Schlatt was yelling about earlier and grabbed a beer from a random room. Schlatt always has alcohol and cigarettes in every room just in case he needs one.

Dragging your feet along the marble floored hallways you mad your way to the meeting room. You didn't want to get there first or even last so your mind switched up from speed walking to continuing your slow pace. You started to walk faster when you heard footsteps behind you.

"Hey!"

You turned around to see Tubbo waving behind you. You stopped in your pursuit to greet your friend.

"Hey Tubbo!"

"Going to the meeting I see." He smiled.

"Sadly yes." You sighed. "I already got yelled at twice today so-"

"Hey! It's better than three!"

"Tubbo!"

"Im sorry! But am I wrong?" Tubbo laughed a little.

"Well I wish it was zero. I give everything to that bastard and I get nothing." You breathed out.

"Really?! I get a lot of-" Tubbo stopped talking after the shock on your face was prominent. "You know what nevermind!" He waved off.

"Of course he would favor you." You walked off keeping a brisk pace with Tubbo apologizing for Schlatt's favoritism right behind you.

Once you reached the door to the meeting room you slowly opened the door to be greeted with, once again, a drunken president and his right hand man looking smug as ever when he had no right to be.

Schlatt's cabinet was a mess. Quackity was only the vice president because he partnered with Schlatt and George became, well, the vice president to the vice president. George was barely around anyways. Then Tubbo and you came from L'Manburg, hating Schlatt's guts at firsy you two learned to be okay with the treatment. And while apparently, Tubbo had better treatment than you, you still gave that president everything you had.

Everything you worked for was for that drunken man sitting at the head of the table. You basically devoted your life to him, writing decrees that represents Schlatts policies because "you dare not write something Wilbur would". You had pulled him from sleeping at his desk at nights, cleaned up his spilled wine and beer, picked up cigarettes from the clean marble floors. He pushed you around and you let it happen too, some people woukd say you've become weak and they were sadly right.

"Aye! Look who it is!" Schlatt slurred his words together. "There's my beer!"

"And your decrees!" You plopped the papers down on the desk as he snatched the beer bottle out of your hand.

"You have an attitude with me?" Schlatt asked quickly.

"No! No why?"

"'Cause you just threw my decrees on the table like they are some sort of scrap." Schlatt tried to find the right words. "Some sort of shit like its not important! Fuckin' have some nerve huh?"

You didn't respond and went to go sit by Tubbo across from Quackity. Schlatt apparently noticed and took it upon himself to say something.

"Asshole! You gonna respond to me?! I am your president!"

You fought the urge to snap back at him so you bit your lip as he continues to yell and make everyone in the room uncomfortable, even Quackity.

"Dammit!" Schlatt slammed the table. "Fuck you! I could kill you! I have so much power over you! I can control everyone in this damned kingdom that I'm second best to! This kingdom was owned by a tyrant! I saved all of you! And all you have to do is respond!"

He stood up during half of his breakdown, but you didn't know when. You could hear every single word he said, but your eyes were threatening to spill tears and you could feel Tubbo's hand grab yours underneath the table.

Schlatt huffed smoothed put his suit and sat back down in his chair.

"So! We're here for the festival."

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You softly closed your bedroom door not wanting to make more drama by slamming it. This whole week you held in your emotions and tears, but today was the breaking point for you. Your back slid down the door and you started crying, and crying. There was no need to try and deafen your sobs, because you couldn't even if you tried.

Your mind kept reminding you of every single event if today.

First. Tubbo didnt tell you he was still in contact with the former citizens of L'Manburg, and the only way you found out was that today at the festival you saw them and you asked Tubbo. He finally told you with his head hung low as you two stood on the podium. You felt betrayed.

Second. Schlatt gave you an extremely hard time making sure everything was intact for today's festivities. You were stressed out of your mind.

Third. The festival went down hill hard and fast. So fast everything seemed like a blur. Tubbo gave his speech, really fidgety may you add, and then Schlatt and Quackity began trapping him in cement, you tried stopping him, but you were pushed away multiple times. You knew who Technoblade was, so when you heard Schlatt call him up to the podium you started to freak out. Your heart started to pound out of your chest when he brought out an explosive crossbow and pointed it right at Tubbo's chest.

The next thing you know a huge, bright, colorful explosion went off and with you on the podium with Tubbo's murderer sparks flew and hit you, Schlatt and Quackity making all of you have some sort of burn marks. Tubbo was gone, soon to be revived again for his last life on this earth, but seeing him die like that was the breaking point for you.

You stayed on the ground with your knees to your chest sobbing loudly. It was too much for you. Your lungs felt like they had no air inside of them, and your heart felt like a million weights were hung on it. You kept crying until you heard a harsh knock on the door, that felt like they were trying to break down the door than get someone's attention.

"Stop sobbing so damn loud!" Of course it was Schlatt you rolled your eyes and stayed on the floor.

"Leave me alone!" You cried out.

"Damn you sound like you're in pain huh?" You heard him from the other side of the door.

It was silent until the door was forced open and you were pushed with the door on your side. You sat up again to see Schlatt, who was out of breath, above you and had another beer bottle in hand.

"Why did you open ny door?" You asked softly.

"Why didn't you let me in?"

"Cause you didnt ask."

"Excuse me!?" Schlatt grew angry.

"You heard me." You stood up facing the taller man with horns. He was scary, but somehow you got the confidence today.

"I dont think you know who you're talking to shithead!" Schlatt got closer, but this time you stood your ground.

"Im talking to a drunken, egotistical, ram-man who let someone kill the only person I had left!" You yelled in his face while tears fell on your cheeks.

"You do got some nerve! I saved you!" He turned around, his back facing you.

"You made my life hell!" You yelled at him. "You- you made my life worse! You made me feel like I have no purpose, but to serve you and your ragtag cabinet! You made me feel like a useless sack of shit, you-!"

"YOU'RE RIGHT! YOU ARE USELESS!" Schlatt quickly turned around his faced filled with pure anger and his eyes bloodshot. He was breathing heavily and all the confidence left your body as soon as he stumbled towards you.

"You're fucking useless! You're even worse than Tubbo and he was working against me!" Schlatt then let out a strained stream and smashed his bottle on the floor letting the left over alcohol spill onto the floor.

"Do me a favor and leave, go. I dont need you! I dont need this damned place given to me by chance! By a fucking vice president that dosent even do his damn job! I dont need you! You! You and those bastards ruined everything!" Schlatt yelled and then rushed out of the room while holding his mouth.

You followed him quickly into the hallway and watched as he stumbled into the nearest bathroom to throw up the alcohol consumption of today. The tears kept coming as you ran down the hallway hoping that you can get as far away from these ivory buildings as your feet can take you.

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Your feet hung off the edge of the prime path and underneath there was a small river. You had stared at the water running for about ten minutes since you got there. You noticed immediately when you set foot on the prime path that you had no where else to go except for pogtopia you learned about.

You sighed tilting your head up towards the night sky.

"Lonely?" A voice asked next to you.

You turned your head and saw the well known man dressed in green. Dream had his mask on, as usual, but hood was down letting his blonde hair show.

"Yeah actually." You responded not looking at him.

"I know what happened at the festival."

"Everyone does." You scoffed.

"What happened with Schlatt?" He asked and you turned your head with a confused look on your face. "Dont think I don't know anything that goes on around here."

"I don't know how you found out, but long story short I'm not allowed back there. I dont wanna go back there." You said while standing up facing the man.

"I have someone that can give you a place to stay. If you want to take the offer. Also I wanted to check up on you. You were so close to Tubbo and its hard to lose a friend." Dream spoke softly, but you could still hear him loud and clear even through the mask.

"Thank you. I would want to take the offer for a place to stay." You airly laughed. "I dont want to see Schlatt or Quackity again."

Dream chuckled while giving you a paper with an adress on it before getting ready to leave.

"Don't worry. He'll be dead soon." Dream said before turning around and walking down the prime path.

You should've stayed.

Taglist(s)

MCYT Imagines: @annshit @bobaducky @malfoysslutt @egorldevi

[rustys-lodge]

Hi

Since you'd be willing to write a Winchester daughter fic could you please write a Sam x daughter reader?

So basically it just a bunch of fluffy moments between them from when she was a baby then when she was four and all the way to her being 12/13 (her current age)

The moments could be like how she never wanted to drink milk or eat her veggies and he'd give her a "look" Like a dad look and she always ends up doing whatever it is her dad wants?

I don't know If that makes sense?

I just want a bunch of fluffy Cuteness ❤

Thank youu

Ps- I love you work✨

You strided into the library, uncertain of what to do next. You had spent the whole day in your room, no school, no case or mosters to search for, nothing. And apparently you weren't the only one hit with the boredom fever as your father was sitting on the edge of the table, his lengthy legs swinging in the air while your uncle was plopped on the chair, lazily sipping his beer.

"Oh, hey my love." A grin appeared on your dad's lips when he noticed you.

"Hey, daddy." Voice low and calm, you grinned back, leaning agaisnt one of the marble columns, drowning into your own thoughts.

Everyone who's ever known you and your father all said the same thing. "You're your father's light, Y/n" They'd all talk about how he changed the day he got to hold you in his arm. It was like your birthday was his birthday too. Your uncle Dean would talk about he'd gazed at you for hours, a smile pasted on his lips. How he'd rocked you in his arms and wouldn't let go of you, whispering in your ear, making promises as if you were understanding him.

Your dad himself would keep telling you about your first fall off the bike when you were 4 years old, about how you kept crying until he came, how you asked him to keep holding your hand the rest of that day because you were scared to lose your balance again; But you were walking ! You couldn't fall.

Memories from when you were little were very foggy, but your first day of school was as clear as water. You were so devastated that daddy was leaving that you clutched his leg for an hour. And when he freed himself you moved to the other leg.

at 7 you were old enough to eat on your own. But you were too disgusted by food to eat at all. Tears would fill up your eyes and you'd look down, but you'd feel your dad's gaze on you. You'd plead, saying that your tummy hurts but he'd keep ignoring you. And when you'd look up, you'd find him glaring at you, his stern face and very very relaxed eyes would cause you to slither down the chair. It'd make you eat the whole damn plate.

You' had always wondered what he would've done if you didn't do as he said. And later when you grew a little older, you found out, the hard way.

It was a time where you decided you didn't want to go to school anymore. You wanted to help your dad out with his work, even after he told you to forget about. But you skipped an exam that day, resulting in an hour long lecture, a red father, spit flying your way and 3 hours of sobbing. Your dad had taken you home. He pushed you inside as soon as he opened the door, sat you a chair and started shouting right away. The fear in your eyes and tears streaming down your face didn't seem to affect him. Not until he was done. He was still mad at you. He didn't talk to you all night. But that didn't stop him from spending the night with you, hugging you and kissing the back of your head.

"Hellooo...Pumpkin ? I know it's not your season yet but-"

You quietly snorted, snapping out of your thoughts. God, that was the worst dad joke you've ever heard him say.

"I'm so glad my friends aren't around...it would've been em-barrassing" You laughed.

It was a lie, though. You would've been proud if he'd said that in front of your friends. Because you had the most loving and caring dad. You had the best dad.

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hi, babe. First of all, thank youu so much for saying that, it means the world to me. And second of all, i really really really hope you like it, let me know what you think. and if you'd like something else i'll write it for you.❤❤❤🌹🌹🌹

[starr-fall-knight-rise]

Humans are space Orcs, “Interrogation.”

Wrote this after my first day of work, so forgive me if there are any issues. 

Admiral Vir sighed and tilted his head back to stare up at the ceiling overhead. “You can make me wait here all day, it isn’t going to change my story.” He leaned back further in his chair to the point where he balanced on two legs, “You want to know why?” He turned his head towards the mirror across the room, which he was in no small doubt, was a one way mirror. He allowed the chair legs to drop and slam against the floor, “BECAUSE I AM TELLING THE TRUTH.” 

He sighed and slammed his head against the table with a sigh. The energy cuffs on his wrists hummed, buzzing slightly against his skin when he moved.

He groaned, “I’ve told you countless times. I am-being-framed.” With every word, he accentuated his statement by slamming his forehead against the metal of the desk. Not hard enough to hurt, but he was just so bored that maybe pain would be better than just sitting here.

He sighed when no one came and looked around at the small room, the single table, the one way mirror and the two metal chairs, his hands chained to the desk in front of him.

He groaned and slumped down in his chair. Folding his arms before him, he rested his head against his arms taking a deep breath and sighed. Well maybe he might fit in a nap while they were working, at least that wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of knowing he wasn’t enjoying this.

He was asleep within seven minutes.

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“YOU BASTARDS. YOU MONGRELS. YOU HARRY SYCOPHANTS. IF YOU HURT A HAIR ON HIS HEAD, I SWEAR I WILL RUIN YOU. ADAM VIR IS INNOCENT I TELL YOU, INNOCENT.”

“Stop.”

“I WILL TEAR THIS PRECINCT DOWN BRICK BY BRICK.”

“Krill!”

“DID YOU HEAR ME YOU FUZZY PISSANTS.”

“Krill STOP!”

His ranting was cut off as Sunny clamped a hand over his mouth and dragged him away from the front steps of the Tesraki prescient, “What are you doing! This isn’t going to help Adam. If anything that is going to make it so much worse.’

Krill turned his head to look up at her, eyes narrowed, “Who are you and what did you do with Sunny.”

She frowned, “what do you mean.”

“Are you kidding me Sunny! Your battle partner is in there, and who knows what could happen to him . Who knows what is happening to him as we wpeek Whoever framed him had a lot of ower and that means they have the power to murder him on the inside.”

Sunny snarled, “Don’t you think I know that Krill! I can’t believe I am saying this, least of all to you, but we have to be rational! Charging in there weapons blazing is only going to get us hurt, thrown in jail or killed, and neither of those would be useful to Adam right now. We have to prove that he is innocent!”

“What more proof can we get that they won’t just reject out of hand. It doesnt matter that he was traveling with the two of us, or that his ship is full of aliens, or that he is the head of a drev clan. Something bigger is going on here Sunny, we have to do something even BIGGER to fight this.”

She frowned tapping her fingers lightly against the bottom of her chin.

Great drops or rain began to fall from the sky plunking down on the pavement with subtle thudding noises.

“We have to find irrefutable proof, something they cant argue with even if they tried.”

“Where do we start.”

“That list Adam gave us should be a good start.”

Krill sighed, “Fine, but there isn’t time to be nice about this. We can’t rely on the authorities. We have to do this our way.”

***

SLAM

Adam jerked awake, his head ringing as he sat up in his chair staring around the room and groggily trying to find the source of the noise. It didn’t take long before he found what he was looking for. The Detective stood over him, his jacket hanging lank and long draped around his shoulders and towards the floor.

On the table before him, there sat a large cream file, which had likely been the source of the noise.

Adam frowned and sat back in his seat.

“Really, a file. Is that supposed to intimidate me or something?”

The Detective sat across from him, “Do you need us to get you anything Admiral.”

“How about the key out of here.”

The man frowned, “So you fancy yourself a comedian.”

“No, I fancy myself a free man.” he would have crossed his arms if the cuffs didn’t get in the way.

“Are you always this resistive to authority.”

Adam snorted, “I’m in the fucking army asshat of course I’m not. I am resistive to assholes who falsely accuse me of something I didn’t do and then ignore my friends when they try to stick up for me.”

“The Drev and the Vrul?”

“Yes.”

“We are looking into them as we speak. We are sure to find their link to your plot soon.”

Adam sputtered, “Plot, what plot you daft dimwit.” he wrigged his fingers comically, “My dastardly plot to give hugs to all the aliens in the universe, or how about my evil scheme to steal cake from the shared company fridge. Oh what a fucking moster I am.”

“Where did you put the body parts?”

He stopped in his tracks, “What the hell are you talking about?”

“The body parts of the first Tesraki, where did you put them.”

Adam shook his head in disbelief, “Look Detective dumbass, I didn’t put the Tesraki’s body parts anywhere… do you want to know why?”

The detective raised an eyebrow and leaned in a bit as Adam motioned him closer. 

“BECAUSE I WASN’T EVEN ON THE FUCKING PLANET!”

The man nearly lept out of his skin with the strength of Adam’s voice. Adam sat back in his seat, “Just look at my ship’s log. I was busy working in the Perseus spiral of the Milky way before I was called in here. There was no way I could have been involved.”

“I know, we have a ship log that  says you were there.”

He frowned, “Than why try to get me to admit to something I didn’t do.”

The man shook his head, “I didn’t say you didn’t do it, I just said that your ship’s logs seem to state that you were off world during that time.”

Adam huffed in anger and indignation, “Are you suggesting that I doctored my own ship reports?”

“You are the admiral, you do have executive control over things like that.”

Adam sighed in frustration, “I can’t even believe you right now. Changing a SINGLE long would prove nothing. I would have to change hours and hours mabe even days of data. Looking on the ship, you will find collected specimens and photos and videos taken during the time of the killing.” He rattled his hands against the chains, “You are a pretty ass detective if this is the best you can do.”

The man frowned, clearly not very impressed.

“Did you ever stop to think about why you are even here? I CALLED YOU IN. Why the ever loving hell would I do that if i thought there was even a chance that you could come in and catch me. It’s stupid, and it doesn’t add up.”

“You aren’t doing anything to make yourself look better Admiral.”

“Because I shouldn’t have to!”

“I beg to differ.”

***

A bright light flicked on in the darkness.

The human cringed back against it his feet scraping on the floor along with the metal of the chair, which he was tied to.

“Krill I-”

“Shh Sunny,”

The human squinted past the light in confusion and concern as two shadows coalesced before him and his eyes grew used to the glare. He shifted back in his seat, eyes wide as the two aliens stared back at him, one of those big shiny Drev and those weird spider things he forgot the name of.

The little creature paced back and forth in front of him, ‘You will find it interesting to know how easy it was to find you. After we found your three thug friends on the list, surprise surprise, guess how delighted we were to learn you were all staying in the same room together…. And one of you was missing.”

The an hook his head staring at the scuttling legs of the little bug creature as he crawled past, “I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“Don’t play dumb with me.” The bug turned to look at him, and he was suddenly very disconcerted by the angry glower that covered the creature’s face, It was too human of an expression to belong on an alien.

“Wha, wh… I have no idea what you are talking about, I swear.”

The little bug leaned forward, as something shiny appeared in his hand, ‘Oh I think you do.”

“Is that a scalpel.” He squeaked out 

“Yes, why yes it is. I am a surgeon by the way.” He glowered at the human, “And I know over 100 ways to.” His voice grew quiet, “disembowel yo, while keeping you alive.”

The man’s eyes widened in panic.

“Krill!” THe Drev hissed.

“Shut up, Sunny.” The Little bug crawled forward, until he was right up in the human’s face. Did you know when I was in medical school, I learned how to completely dissect the nervous system of a krevling. My record…. Ten minutes and twenty three seconds.”

The man turned to look at the Drev, who, surprisingly, out of the two of them seemed less crazy and violent.

She caught his eye, “Maybe you should do what he says. I don’t think he’s kidding.”

THe bug creature inflated his helium sack and rose into the air scalpel held out nonchalantly. He leaned in close quietly, “I hear humans taste like chicken.”

His mouth quivered, “I, I thought you bugs only ate plants.”

The alien smacked his lips together, or at least made the approximation of smacking his lips together, “I don’t know a light based diet hasn’t really been sustaining me lately. He leaned a little further in, “besides, I think sauteed lightly in butter with a couple of onions…. You might just manage to convert me to carnivorism.”

The man pushed back against the ground, metal scraping against concrete until his back was planted right against the wall, “I…. I don’t know what is wrong with you, but I swear….”

THe Drev placed a hand on the bug’s shoulder, “krill, seriously, don’t you think this is going a little too far.”

“This coming from you, Sunny.” He shrugged hr off, “I think I would like his toes first.”

The human took a deep breath staring down into the little creature’s prismatic orange eyes, crazy eyes, manic eyes.

Sunny, the Drev shook her head, “Look we don’t really want to hurt you, we just want to help our friend.”

“Toes.” The Vrul whispered 

The look on the creature’s face was enough to have him loose his nerve completely, “OK OK fine, I will tell you what you want to know, just don’t. Just don’t touch my toes, OK. you Freak.”

*** “Dear lord in heaven above give me the strength not to smash my head through this table.”

“Are you sure you don’t want something to drink.”

“You know that whole trying to be my friend thing isn’t going to work. You called me xenophobic after all, which is the msot damned insulting thing I have ever been called. My best friend is an alien, my g….my gr-reatest allies are aliens. I was the one who DISCOVERED them. I am the leader of a Drev CLAN for crying out loud.”

“People do things they don’t like for power.”

“Were you dropped on your head as a child or were you just born stupid.”

The Detective glowered at him, “Name calling isnt going to help you here.”

“I demand a lawyer.”

The detective snarled.

He tired to cross his arms but only managed to tug against his jacket, “I demand a lawyer immediately,  and until I get one, I am not saying another word to you.”

“Admiral Vir, there is no law on the Tesraki homeworld that says.”

“Twinkle twinkle little star-”

“That is really mature Admiral.”

“Wanna hit you with my car.”

“Admiral.”

“Toss you off a cliff so high!” “Admiral, stop that right now.”

“HOPE YOU BREAK YOUR NECK AND DIE”

The detective was seen storming out of the interrogation room not minutes later fuming with the sound of lyrics followed him down the hall, which didn’t stop until the door closed all the way.

It would remain to be seen who was going to break first.

***

Sunny stared at Krill, and Krill did his best to ignore Sunny as he paced back and forth over the ground.

“What the hell was that.”

“What was what.”

“What you just did in there.”

“Interrogation.”

“That guy nearly shat himself.”

Krill looked up at her with a very serious expression, “That is what I was hoping for.”

“Have you gone insane.”

“No, not at all besides, it worked didn’t it.”

Sunny grumbled in acknowledgement. She supposed he was right. The revelations they had received from the man as he cowered back against his chair begging Krill not to cut off his nose.

Someone had hired the four of them for sure. He was in charge of locating their targets while the other three men did their dirty work. Following that he was supposed to doctor some information given to him by his outside source, “I fixed the surveillance to make it look like the admiral was there. I have the doctored files in my computer, and I was supposed to bring them to my source tomorrow night so they could use it as evidence against him.’

“And who are your contacts.’

“I don’t know, I never saw their faces, or asked questions. I was just the guy who dropped off what they needed.”

“Than that means you can take us to this dropoff point.”

“No I…”

“Did you know it only takes a spoon and less than a pound of pressure to pop a human eye out of it’s socket.”

“FINE FINE ILL TAKE YOU. Just get this crazy freak away from me.”

Sunny had grabbed krill then and dragged him out of the room with a disapproving frown. 

“What you are a drev you should love scaring the shit out of people.”

“I love beating the shit out of people krill, not threatening to eat their toes.”

He shrugged seeming very unconcerned about the whole thing, “Either way, we have our way in. As long as Adam can hang in there, we might be able to save him.”

[ginger-bread-official]

Invested

Remus Lupin was known to be well versed in combating against dark creatures, but he clearly was more than competent in defensive spells. He managed to catch up Fred and George; world class slackers, enough to pass their DADA O.W.L. He was willing to put in all his effort to get his fifth years onto N.E.W.T.S.

Words: 1,530

He walked out of his office after making them wait for a solid five minutes. These two were masters, rivaled only by James and Sirius in his opinion. The good news was, he had years of practice. The pair stood smiling and laughing at some unknown joke.

“Just George right now.” They stopped in their tracks and shared a shocked look. It was quick and they regained themselves so as not to alert him to his upper hand. First step to taking down a dynamic duo, break up the duo. “Sit please.” He gestured to the chair across his desk as he closed the door to his office. He rounded to his chair and sat. He allowed the silence to stretch just a moment into an uncomfortable silence and then pushed the failed essay toward its author. George looked briefly at the page, shrugged and leaned back with a cheeky grin.

“What about it.” He said daring Lupin to lecture him. Remus felt his marauder spirit flare at the sight of the defiant young man.

“I know you’ve heard it all.” he leant back in his chair clasping his hand together. “I know nothing phases the great Fred and George Weasley.” Another pause “But I also know you’re brilliant and that you could get an O on your O.W.Ls if only you tried. Now what I don’t know is why you down play your intellect.” George seemed ready for this not allowing Lupin’s lecture to penetrate his aloof demeanor.

“Fred and I are being selective with our efforts. Businessmen don’t need counter jinxes or moster protection.” His easy smile showed Lupin that he really had no remorse.

“You have me there,” he stood from his desk and walked to the front of it. “My subject only progresses the careers of Aurors and the like.” He leant back onto the desk as he looked onto the young man. “But I’m not worried about your career. I’m worried about your safety.” George’s smirk broke. His eyebrows raised in questioning.

“My safety?”

“Yes. See defense is something you don’t plan on using, and when you find out you need it, it’s too late.” George now looked intrigued. “Your uncles knew that.” At this the front two legs of his chair slammed back down to the ground.

“My uncles?”

“Yes.” He smiled softly at the young man. “I fought alongside Fabian and Gideon during the war. They were brilliant, two of the bravest people I knew.” He smiled at the memory of the troublesome duo. “They were very good at ‘counter jinxes and stuff’ and took out more death eaters than Mad-eye Moody himself.” George was hanging on to every word of Lupin’s, clearly eager to hear more about his hero Uncles.

“They did?” he saw a proud smile erupt on George’s face, “Mom never said that.”

“It was an internal tally we did really. Your mom wasn’t in the army then.” He settled back into a serious tone. “I know I have a war mentality and the war is over, but if I hadn’t known what I do, I wouldn’t have made it through. I want you and Fred to have the same preparation that Fabian and Gideon had. That I had.” George nodded, Though Remus wasn’t sure he had completely broken through to him. “I don’t know if I can Change your attitude, I’m sure every professor has tired to explain why their subject is the most important, but I can offer my help. I can work with you guys during the night, or weekends. Whenever works for you to get you through your O.W.Ls.”

“Yeah.” He stood “Thanks professor. I’ll—I’ll redo the essay.” He stood and reached out his hand to shake Remus’ which he took. George turned to leave, but seemed to think of something and turned around. “You really fought in the war?” he asked blunty.

“Yes.” He responded. “Me, Sirius Black and James Potter joined up right after graduation.” George looked like he was going to ask another question. “I met the most courageous and amazing witches and wizards; including your uncles, but I don’t much l care for thinking on those years.” He paused letting George fill in the implied trauma he didn’t care to re-visit. “Please send your brother in.” he put a note of finality in his voice, and George obeyed.

Fred sauntered in after his brother. An easy smile on his face and an air of arrogance surrounding him.

“Please sit.” Lupin gestured to the chair George had just vacated. Fred did so and waited for Lupin to speak. “I suspect you already know what I’m going to say.” there was a brief pause.

“I’ve gotten this lecture once or twice before mate.” He sat up straight and put on different impressions of different teachers. “You’re a brilliant student Weasley I don’t know why you’re throwing away your education” he said in an overly eccentric Scottish accent. “I know you can do better if you tried.” He said in Flitwick’s high voice. “All pretty standard stuff. George and I have it all figured out though. We’ll be successful businessmen without knowing the difference between devils snare and tentaccula.” He sat back waiting for Lupin again clearly sure he won this exchange. Remus saw he couldn’t give Fred an inch, and so he dropped the formal professor façade and allowed himself to be more candid with the boy.

“You seem to have it all figured out. Fool proof plan, no need for my subject at all, all you need is your witty and savvy business skills.” Fred’s smile was firm on his face, but his brow furrowed ever so slightly. “I guess you don’t need to know how to protect yourself, or protect others. You can probably talk a banshee down from screaming with your winning personality.” His tone was harsh, but warranted. “No need to learn how to stop a curse from hitting you or maybe hitting George.” His voice rose slightly and he went on, “If a dementor is attacking you, or your family or anyone for that matter, Fred Wealsey will come in with some wise ass comment and send it packing. Dark wizards won’t dare to touch you with your charming smile for protection.”

“We’ve been in tight spots before and managed our way out.” He sounded so young and naïve and he must have sensed it, because his smile finally fell from his face.

“You’re too smart to genuinely think that evading Filch and fighting for your life are the same.” Lupin shot back. There was a moment of pregnant silence where Fred looked ashamed. Remus took pity on the boy. “I remember what it was like to be young,” Fred looked up to his professor now with a vulnerability Remus had never seen on the boy’s face. “To feel like there’s nothing you can’t do, that you’re invincible. Me and my friends were reckless, fool hearty. You actually remind me a lot of one of them.”

“Who?” he asked

“James Potter.” Fred’s eyes widened. “You’re both unbelievably stubborn, witty, effortlessly brilliant and a loyal, kind friend. But James knew when to grow up. He knew what life had in store for him outside of Hogwarts and he knew he needed to be prepared.” A beat of silence held the weight of his words between them. “We joined the resistance to Lord Voldemort at 17 years old and the only reason I am standing here is because I knew defensive magic.”

“But the war is over.” Fred said meekly.

“And you think that means there’s no danger out there, that every other bad or evil being in the world retired that day?” he sighed “I can’t force you to take your studies seriously. But It’s more important to me that you understand what a disadvantage you’d be putting yourself at by writing it off.” He walked to his chair behind the desk allow the young man space to breathe. “I want you to succeed Fred. I want to help in anyway I can. Evenings, weekends, lunch periods, whatever works for you. Just take it into consideration.” He waited a minute and watched the young man in front of him gather his wits and regain his composure after the reality check he was just given. He felt bad for being harsh, for his aggressive attack of his student, but when he was their age these realities were forced onto him and he is alive because he was able to prepare.

“Right.” Fred stood and made for the door, “Thanks professor.” He reached for the handle, but turned before opening the door. “You fought in the war?” he asked just as his brother did.

“Yes.” Lupin answered simply.

“Did you know my uncles Fabian and Gideon? They fought too.” He smiled at the boy.

“I knew them, and I was lucky to have called them friends. They saved my life multiple times.” He explained. “I don’t think I’ll ever meet braver men then those two.” A proud smile surfaced onto Fred’s face and he turned away from his professor and left the office.

[wondersofdreaming]

Barbie and Action Man

Characters: Chris Evans x female reader

Word count: 1.637

Warnings: Nothing but fluff.

Author’s note: Written for @thefanficfaerie’s ‘Heather’s life in song’ challenge. I live in Denmark, so there will be Danish text in this story, AND this is (sort of) a continuation of ‘Te in perpetuum et unum diem amabo’ - can be read as a standalone as well.

Danish - English:

Moster - Aunt (meaning mother’s sister)

Faster - Aunt (meaning father’s sister)

Dukker - Dolls

I do not own any of the characters in this short story besides the reader and her family, who are figments of my imagination.

Song chosen: ‘Barbie Girl’ by Aqua.

MASTERLIST

Feedback is appreciated.

The trip to Denmark had taken nearly eight hours on a plane, from New York to Copenhagen. Your legs were in need of being stretched. Your sweet loving boy… no, fiancé was walking next to you. You were both tired, it was getting close to midnight.

Your parents greeted you with open arms and big smiles, led you to the car and drove towards your childhood home. Chris was standing in the middle of your old bedroom, which was filled with posters of boybands, pictures of yourself, your friends, and your old dog, Smoky. Your queen-sized bed was filled with pillows in all sizes and shapes. Even your old teddy bear was squished between the pillows. Chris picked it up and gave you a look that asked for the story.

“My grandmother gave that to me when I was five. I always had it with me wherever I went, and it brought comfort during the tough times. Especially after she died.” You told him, a sad look on your face, remembering the wonderful times you had with her.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you sad. I think it’s cute.” Chris said and hugged you from behind. He nuzzled his nose to the crook between your shoulder and neck. His beard tickling you, making you giggle.

“It’s alright. She would have loved you. Might even have pinched America’s ass a few times, just to make sure it was real.”

“Then I would have started wearing steel underwear, just to protect myself.”

You laughed, a sound that Chris loved to hear, it made his heart soar.

You both went to the bathroom across the room and brushed your teeth. Chris removed the comfortable clothes he had worn during the flight and went to sit under the covers of the bed. He was watching you sitting at your vanity, removing your makeup and jewellery. You watched him watching you through the mirror.

“Seeing something you like, Mr Evans?” You teased.

“Yes, you.” He chuckled. You raised an eyebrow, turned around to give him a questionable look. Sometimes you were wondering how in the world you had ended up dating him. How had he fallen in love with you?

“Ready to come to bed?” He asked, bringing you back to your bedroom. You nod and changed into one of his T-shirts and pyjamas bottoms. His gaze never wavering from you, as you went to lie down next to him. He pulled you into his waiting arms, hugging you tightly, his steady heartbeat slowly lulling you to a deep sleep.

The next morning you woke up to high pitched screams. You ran downstairs only to be met by Chris lying on the floor, being attacked by your two nephews and three nieces. Your older sister, Mia, and brother, Alex, were hugging your parents.

“Moster/Faster!” The children yelled and went on to cling to you. You welcomed the hugs and cuddles, before long they would be teenagers and not wanting hugs anymore.

After having hugged your brother and sister hello, you went back upstairs to change into something more appropriate, a pair of jeans and a pretty blue blouse. Your mother had outdone herself at the breakfast table. It was filled to the brim with all kinds of delicious items. From waffles to pancakes to fresh fruit to oatmeal to scrambled eggs and bacon. Your younger brother, Charlie, came in through the door, his camera bag dangling from his shoulder, went through the greetings quickly and sat down on his spot, before you all dug into the food.

The children quickly got full and wanted to play. You lead them to the attic, trying to find the box of toys your mother had hidden away. The big wooden chest was sitting in the darkest corner of the loft. It was typical of your mother for putting things in the weirdest and scariest of places.

With the help from Chris, you managed to get the chest downstairs into the living room. Chris sat down on the sofa, your nieces scrambling to sit next to him, the youngest was placed on his knee, as your nephews helped you open the chest. Their eyes widened when they looked at the content.

“Dukker?” The eldest said with disappointment. The girls pulled a few of the dolls out. It was mostly Barbies from your childhood, but at the bottom sat the Action Man figures your brothers had collected over the years. The smile on your nephews’ faces came back full force, as they found all the extra gadgets for the figures. You went to sit next to Chris, while the children played. Soon the floor was filled with camouflaged clothes, miniature plastic guns and bazookas, and various vehicles.

“I didn’t know you played with Barbies as a kid.” Chris chuckled, as he pulled you closer to him, he kissed your temple.

“Don’t most girls? Mia and I loved to imagine how our lives were going to be through the Barbies. She wanted three kids, a loving husband, and big house. She got all tree and more. She also has an amazing career as an interior designer.”

“What did your Barbies want?”

“Well, they wanted a comfortable home, a dog, a wonderful husband, and the library from Beauty and the Beast.”

“And have they achieved what they wanted?”

You looked into Chris’ sky-blue eyes, they looked brighter with the midday sun shining into them. His brows furrowed, showing concern, he wanted you to be happy, wanted you to have everything you dreamed of.

“My Barbies? Not at all.” Chris’ face fell, so you continued, “But me, on the other hand, I moved into a comfortable home with a man, who is going to be my wonderful husband, and bonus, he has a dog that I adore. The library, well I don’t think our house back home will be able to fit all the books from Beauty and the Beast, even if we filled the house to the brim. I love the library you’ve made for me, it still has lots and lots of space for more books.”

“I’ll build you a bigger house with the world’s biggest library.” He whispered into your hair.

“I don’t need a big library. I just want to be with you.” You whispered back.

“What are you two whispering about?” Your sister asked, as she sat on Chris’ other side, your brothers plumbed down on the loveseat to the left, while your parents sat on the floor, playing with their grandchildren.

“Just talking about how we used to act out what we wanted in the future through our Barbies.” You told Mia.

“Oh, right. Do you remember that song we used to listen to while playing with those Barbies? Just because it fitted so well.” Mia asked. She pulled out her phone, went on Spotify to find the song. ‘Barbie Girl’ by the Danish-Norwegian band, Aqua, blasted through the little speaker on the phone.

“Yeah, now that I think about it, it’s the worst song ever to play with Barbies to as young girls.”

“Why’s that?” Chris asked, making your siblings and yourself snicker. You found the lyrics to the song and made Chris read it. He made a face.

“‘Hanky panky’? Really?” He asked.

“Yeah, it’s an anti-feminist song. That Barbie is just placed on Earth for Ken’s sexual pleasure. As a child, I just loved the colourful music video and the catchy tune of the song.” You told him.

The afternoon passed faster than you liked, soon enough your brother and sister had to go home with your nieces and nephews. They left with the promise of coming by another day before you had to fly back to the states. Your nieces had clung to Chris like glue. He held all three girls in his arms while sitting on the sofa. Their parents had taken the girls as they had started to fall asleep, while he stroked their backs in a comforting way. Your ovaries were about to explode by looking at him taking care of your nieces, and the way he encouraged your nephews to be gentlemen was making your heart burst with pride and love.

As you walked along the beach that evening, your thoughts were far away, which made Chris worry. His brows furrowed, his jaw set, eyes were focused on your face that was overlooking the ocean. The sky slowly turning darker. The ocean breeze playing with your hair. As the sun dipped in the horizon, you decided it was now or never. Even though you wanted to wait for the perfect moment.

You pulled out a Barbie-like doll, you had hidden in your pocket. She was dressed in a green dress with white polka dots. You handed it to Chris, who just looked perplexed at you.

“Sweetheart, are you sick?” He asked nervously, looking at the doll in his hand, wondering what you wanted to tell him.

“No, but that doll and I have something in common.”

“Yeah? I need a little help here, darling. Give me a hint.”

You chuckled and lifted the doll’ dress, the belly could be pushed down, then it popped open and revealed what was inside. A small plastic baby.

“We’re both carrying a baby inside our bellies.” You whispered softly.

Chris dropped the doll on the sand. Chris’ face was showing utter shock. As he composed himself, he threw his arms around you and swung both of you around in the sand.

“A baby?” He asked quietly. You nod against his shoulder. “A baby!” He said louder, putting you back down, cupping your face, he breathed: “Our baby.”

He leaned down to give you a gentle kiss. His wish from when he proposed coming true.

He wished for you to want to marry him and start a family.

[humanmoodring-retired]

POTW: Mima Bam Boum || Alain, Felix, Kaden, Luce, & Nadia

Or: Nadia and crew do The Thing, and it does not go according to plan (as if they had one in the first place)

With: @carbrakes-and-stakes @streetharmacist @chasseurdeloup @divineluce

Sitting in her truck, parked not too far from that fucking mime restaurant, Nadia couldn’t help but wonder, on a scale from one to ten, how bad this idea was. Probably an eleven. Probably higher. She didn’t even know how she’d gotten here. Well, other than driving. At least she remembered the drive. But between the internet and talking with Luce, she’d managed to put together a rather decent explosive, though the fireworks had been relatively useless. Maybe she could throw that barbecue, invite Erin as a thank you, should this thing not kill her. Because what the hell was she doing, anyway? Taking on a mime demon that really hadn’t done anything to her. Except she’d let that thing loose in the sewer, and, no matter what Kaden said, that was still on her as much as it was on him. This whole mime business was fucking cursed, and people were getting hurt because of it. Nadia figured that getting rid of the thing in the alley and the restaurant would be a step in the right direction. Hopefully. She got out of the truck and decided to wait against the back for Alain, Kaden, Felix, and Luce. Fuck, she hoped she didn’t get anyone killed with this thing.

Alain had parked his car far enough from the mime restaurant. The last thing he wanted was to damage his car because of mimes. Sure, this would not be directly their fault, but when did this stop him from blaming them ? The handle of the sword was peaking out of the dufflebag as he stepped out of the car, although considering the hour and the current darkness, he would not have to worry about it at all. He took a moment to take a deep breath. Things would soon get stressful, and heated, and he wanted to appreciate the calm and quiet before it all began. He was a bit early anyway, so why not enjoy that ? Approaching the restaurant, his gaze was drawn toward a truck parked on the sidewalk. He had already seen it at the garage, although back then, it was his employee who had taken care of it. Still, he knew who it belonged to, and he raised his hand to greet Nadia.

Kaden wasn’t sure blowing up a mime restaurant was the best laid plan after that disaster with the cardboard cut out but fuck if he couldn’t use a pick me up after the last few weeks. If that restaurant was going to be destroyed, he was going to be there with front row fucking tickets. He still wasn’t sure what help he’d be to Nadia in this endeavor but that didn’t mean he didn’t come prepared. Guns, knives, holy water. Look, if something like that fucking smoke demon happened again, he was ready. He saw her and Alain around back and headed over, watching his back to make sure no one was following him. He knew damn well he couldn’t trust his hearing with this brand of monster. Kaden was a little surprised to see Alain there but he didn’t mind. And again, the smoke demon shit came to mind. If that was only a small taste of the kind of fuckery that could go down here, they’d want at least two hunters. “So what’s the plan?” he asked. “Are we waiting on anyone else?”

Few things in the world could compare to the smell of dynamite and gunpowder. The only one that might come close would be the ruins of what once was a mime restaurant. Felix sure as heck hoped so as he made his way downtown through the shadows. Maybe a license would be worth looking into but that could come later. The potential for crime had him skipping by fast, more than eager to see a mime place vanish off the face of the earth. He pulled himself out of the dark a block away from where Nadia suggested they meet. Her first crime! That he knew about! Exciting, thrilling. A real adventure hour! He adjusted his tie and straightened out the sleeves of his jacket before he waved to the crew she had assembled. Kaden, the other guy with the face. “Looks like this might be part two to that birthday gig of yours, huh?” He grinned at Kaden before he shifted to look at Nadia. “You excited? Because I sure am.”

When Nadia had brought up the idea of blowing up the mime restaurant, Luce had mostly been joking about doing something like that. And about her pyrotechnic ability-- sure, she knew how to make a molotov, knew how to throw together a pretty basic napalm with acetone and styrofoam. Which, she’d packed up in the backpack that was slung over her shoulder. She’d parked her large 4x4 in an alley a quick run from the mime restaurant. Close enough to be easy to get to, far enough to probably keep people from thinking she had anything to do with the upcoming act of arson. As she neared Yours, Mime, and Ours, Luce’s expression turned to a slight scowl as she took in the small gathering. It was a fucking sausage fest of dudes who she really didn’t care to know about her magical predisposition. “I’m guess we’re gathered here today to fuck some shit up?” She asked, with a wry grin before tilting her head at Kaden. “Birthday Boy out for some revenge? I thought you were a cop, dude.”

Grinning nervously as the last of them showed up, Nadia looked at the group of people around her. Emotions practically radiated off of Kaden, Alain, and Luce, and she could still feel Felix’s excitement, muted as it was. She decided to focus on him, remembering the advice she’d been given that nonhumans were just a bit easier to deal with than humans. She opened up her trunk, first grabbing a pack of bullets for a .50 ae pistol. She tossed them to Kaden. “Happy birthday, though it’s late.” Then she grabbed the explosive she’d managed to put together following a couple of tutorials online. This was the second attempt; the first hadn’t failed catastrophically when she took it out of town to test, but she definitely put a dent in a small field and had to run from an angry farmer with a shotgun yelling about hooligans playing with firecrackers. She’d also figured out that she fucking hated electrical work. But it should work. “I’m, uh, nervous. But this is definitely going to blow something up.” Hopefully none of them. “So, I was thinking we trap that fucker in the alley? Block off one of the entrances, force it to the other end, and boom. Blow it and the building up.”

Alain's eyes went from Felix to Kaden. Raising his eyebrows, the hunter breathed out heavily and took a few steps back to look at the restaurant's menu. Well this was even worse than he thought. Selling crème brulée like it was a luxurious dessert was a crime in itself. When he glanced back at the group, he noticed something in Nadia's hands. Since he had never used explosives, he was not fond of being anywhere near them, although if it had not exploded yet, it was safe, right ? "Are you sure you don't want us to shorten the ends of the fella before we blow things up ?" Yes, he should have been clearer and said that he wanted to cut the hands, feet and head of the fucker to be sure, but that wouldn't have sounded right. "Anyone have an idea on how to block one entrance ?" He looked at the other hunter and shrugged. "We could prevent that thing from going anywhere, I guess?"

“Let’s hope this isn’t part two. No one needs that. And yeah, I am. Kind of. I can’t make arrests, it’s fine.” Kaden hoped that was true. Maybe he should have worn a hat. Or some kind of disguise. Just in case. Too late now. Still, of course both Felix and Luce had to remind him of the single worst birthday party that may have ever existed. He shot them both a glance, but took the bullets from Nadia and shoved them in his back pocket. “Thanks, I’ll be sure to put them to good use.” He took one look at the explosive and knew he wanted nothing to do with that. He was much more comfortable with the task of blocking off that fucking mime moster and hopefully shooting it in the face. That said, he was pretty sure any bullets would bounce off or its head would grow back; it seemed like the type. The satisfaction would be nice, though. Kaden took a look around down the alley and saw a few shipping boxes, a dumpster, there was enough random crap. “That. Come on,” he said to Alain, pointing at the big dumpsters. They worked together to move them down the end of the alleyway, then grabbing whatever boxes and trash he could find. The boxes were a little odd, who left their shipping outside in the alley? And they were.. Moving? Nah, he was imagining it. When they were done, it wasn’t a beautiful barricade but it should make just about anything pause. “We’ll keep post at the other end. Try not to blow us all up,” he told the demolition crew as he and the other hunter waited at the alley for this shit to go down.

“I just want you all to know that this might just make my entire year. What a gift!” The fae’s eyes practically lit up at the sight of homemade dynamite. The plan was all well and good. Just a simple trapping and a couple of boom-booms. Heck, did that take Felix back and he steepled his hands together. If a streetlight glinted off his glasses at an opportune moment, he didn’t notice. He had brought his own supplies. Slow-burning wicks, his own brand of explosives, lighter, a small snub-nosed source of firepower and a knife up every sleeve in case the mime thought about getting handsy with the merchandise again. He sure as hell hoped the mime did. Stealing a fella’s green was a capital offense. As he waited for the barricade to be built up, he could barely contain his anticipation and grinned as he looked over to Luce and Nadia. He glanced down to the explosives in Nadia’s hands and nodded. “How you wanting to smoke ‘em out? Throw a little something-something in the front and they gotta come out here,” he said, gesturing to the alley and the barricade before he leaned back to glance at the front. Glass looked weak enough. “Won’t have anywhere else to go, y’know? Give em the ol’ badabing badaboom.”

“Just as long as you don’t arrest me, I’m good.” Luce nodded at Kaden before watching as he and the other man headed down the alleyway, like some kinda sniper elite shit. She was pretty sure she recognized the old guy from the mechanic’s shop in town. Color her surprised to see him there. Which left her, Nadia, and Felix. A much more reasonable bunch that she’d be fine showing her true colors to. Opening her backpack, Luce held up one of the two molotov’s she had, the pouch of homemade napalm, and her handy dandy zippo lighter. “I’ve got supplies for day, plus a little secret weapon, if we need it.” She said with a grin. She was the secret weapon, of course. “You’ve kinda got a big old explosive there. Let’s not waste it-- we could draw them out with molotovs and then launch yours.” She said, gesturing to the stuff in Nadia’s hands. She’d have to ask her how she managed to rig up that crazy device. Holding one of the bottle aloft, Luce looked at the two. “You guys good with this?”

“I’m ready if you two are,” Nadia said. “We lure it to us and then bye-bye, fucker.” The three of them headed into the mouth of the alley. From there, Nadia could see Kaden and Alain blocking the other end. There was no sign of their friend the mime demon. Good. “I’m going to rig this to a wall,” Nadia murmured. “It’s timed, so when the thing gets close to us, we’ve got, like, fifteen seconds to get the hell out. We just need to make sure it doesn’t follow us.” She set it down, then took a molotov. “We need to get it here. And keep it here. It might try to escape with so many people around. But we need to get it here first.” Not wanting to waste time, she took a molotov, lit it, and threw it against one of the walls. Glass shattered, fire rained, and light filled the alley. She saw it, the creature, lurking in a corner, the light hitting its ghastly, expressionless face. Looking at it filled her with awful dread, and it only got worse as it scuttled towards the three of them slowly, on all fours.

"Feels like Mai 1968 all over again," he glanced over his shoulder at the barricade then back at the fire that was starting inside the restaurant. His hand clenched on his sword as he saw the creature approaching the three others, although something crawling up his back and on his head changed his priorities. Reaching for it with his free hand, his first instinct was to toss this thing away from here, but the thing was clinging to his hand. Okay, this is fine, he thought to himself, putting this thing as far as possible from his face to give it a look. 8 hairy legs, a dark abdomen and a striped thorax. Well he sure hoped that getting bitten by this thing wouldn't have the effect it did on spiderman because this Mime spider (because let's be honest, putain de bordel de merde, this was a fucking mime spider, wasn't it?) had just sank its mandibles into his hand and forced him into crushing the thing against the wall with his hand. And since good things never appeared alone, as Alain turned to warn Kaden about these, an army of more mime spiders appeared from the boxes. “Oh, putain,” he muttered to himself, crushing the next one underneath his boot.

So it wouldn’t just be a simple boom and leave kinda job, would it? Fine by Felix, his schedule for the day was fairly open. Plenty of time in the world to ruin a few mimes. When he laid eyes on the creature Nadia was talking to, he grinned with sharp teeth. The fucker had stolen his weed. Watching it burn alive would be a pleasure unknown before that very moment. “Oh fella, am I glad to see you,” he said to himself as he reached into his suit to grab a small piece of dynamite. He lit the wick and tossed it straight at the creature, who caught it with a swiftness that mildly alarmed. “Got something else for you to smoke, motherfucker.” The wick burned down to nothing and boom. The light from the flame licked against the fae’s triumphant expression. “Well huh, that was--” He stopped. The smoke fell and behind it, an expressionless, untouched face. An intact hand. Momentarily stunned, the only thing that brought Felix out of it was the feeling of something crawling on his leg. One of the spiders had made it down the alley. Outraged, he grabbed it and slid the knife out of his sleeve to stab it in the abdomen and twist. The small creature died with a whisper of oui. The fae brandished the knife as he backed up toward Nadia and Luce. “Well hot fucking dog.”

Kaden ducked a little and shielded his face with his arm as the explosion went off, just in case. Looking up to see that fucking place on fire was a beautiful sight. The sight of a fucking mime spider crawling on Alain’s face was less so. “Shit!” He fumbled and instinctively raised his gun at the thing (and the other hunter’s face). Right. Bad idea. He lowered it and realized he felt something crawling on his arm. His eyes shot down and saw one of those fuckers on him and even more by their feet. Putain. Were they wearing little berets? His brow furrowed a moment, then the thing jumped up towards him. Kaden yelped and flung it away. Fucking shit. He started stomping furiously, trying to squash as many of them as possible. He could have sworn small cries of “non” escaped with every crushed creepy stripey crawly. Cursed. A quick glance at Nadia and crew and saw they had a guest to this party. Fuck. He raised his gun to the beast waiting til it was in view and his colleagues were out of the way. Let out a breath. Aim. Fir— Fuck! A sharp pain hit his ankle, (and a whisper of “oui”). Fucking spider. The shot went wide. He didn’t take time to see where it hit, just slammed his heel down on the fucking spider and took another shot at the monster across the way. Hit. It had to have. But it looked like the bullet was… absorbed more than anything. The creature twitched and catorted it’s head, looking for its aggressor. It seemingly decided on the trio in front of it. Putain.

What a fucking mess. Nadia, not really knowing what to do and running out of options, reached in her jacket pocket and pulled out a handful of salt, throwing it at the creature that Kaden just shot. It was strange. The salt didn’t do a damn thing to the creature, but it did seem… stunned? Like it wasn’t expecting that. Just like she wasn’t expecting the mime spiders that were rapidly pouring out of the boxes. She crushed one under her boot, and then another. A softly whispered, “nooooon” filled her ear, and she shrieked and brushed at her shoulder, one of the fuckers falling to the ground for her to stomp on it. All the while, the mime monster was headed for her, Luce, and Felix. “Shit shit shit shit motherfucking shit,” Nadia said eloquently, wishing she’d packed her gun but, after seeing the fuck-all effect Kaden’s had, knowing it’d be useless. She needed to set up the big explosive, and they all needed to get out. While they could. “Cover me! Or get out! Or something! Shit!” Moving as quickly as she could to the restaurant wall, stepping on mime spiders (one cried out “baguette!” viciously as it’s final cry of revenge) and hoping the big one didn’t follow, she took the explosive and began rigging it to the side of the already burning restaurant. On fire was good. Destroyed was better. And maybe it’d take out that demon fucker and his spider fuck friends as well. At least, that’s what she fucking hoped.

Caught off guard by the horrific fucking mime spiders that were plaintifly saying random French words as they died, Luce hesitated at the shit show unfolding before her. What in the fucking shit was going on? But, before she could really process any of this, the large demonic mime thing whirled around and made its way towards her, Nadia, and Felix. Nose still smarting from her fight against the Fext, Luce knew she had to play smart this time. Grabbing the bottle of homegrown napalm she’d made, she chucked it at the horrible monster. Glass shattered, sending the sticky, clinging flammable fluid all over the thing’s body. With a quiet snap of her left hand, she summoned a small spark, igniting the giant mime monster. The monster roiled and she watched as it seemed to unbend, the black of where it’s stomach should be opening up to display a terrifying maw of jagged teeth. It snarled and stumbled around, smearing ignited napalm against the walls of the alleyway. It definitely wasn’t dead. “Ah fuck. How the fuck are you not dead?!” She said, backing away from the now flaming mime monster.

It was starting to become real apparent real fast that they were in something of a French pickle. A nervous energy compelled Felix to smile broadly in the face of black-and-white striped danger. In all his years, he had never seen mime spiders or whatever the heck the thing with the gaping maw was. White Crest really was the most cursed place on the planet. He couldn’t imagine being anywhere else! The creature contorted in a mass of limbs and a wide, gaping maw where a face shouldn’t be. Might as well have been a layer of hell the humans talked about sometimes. But it was a face of some kind and that meant that it had eyes most likely. Even if the dang thing defied most everything. He wasn’t keen on bringing out the lights in front of mostly strangers, but with all the fire and chaos, maybe it’d go unnoticed. “Well hell. Come on snake, let’s rattle.” As Luce stepped back, he gripped his glasses and slipped them down just enough to expose the bright, blinding beams of his eyes. Looked the striped, French devil in the eyes. The alleyway shifted underneath him and he stumbled back, barely getting his glasses back on. There was light all around him. There was too much fucking light. Was it daytime? When did it become daytime? He needed to go but the alley seemed to be turning, a colorless carnival tunnel that he couldn’t get footing on and he stumbled back. The knife fell out of his hand. The oui in his ears grew louder. He was in too much light and he felt too warm, like he was sitting in the sun. Nervous, what the fuck laughter bubbled out of him. Holy crepes, he might just die there.

The spider mimes kept coming, crying out "non" and whispering "hon, hon, hon," as they crawled up. "Oh no, absolutely not,” the hunter cried out ,throwing another one of these monsters into the flames that were starting to eat the restaurant. The spider squealed “omelette DU fromage,” but now may have not been the time to correct a spider’s poor knowledge of French grammar, especially after seeing Mr.MimeParties performing his best impression of fog headlights and falling right into the burning restaurant. “Putain de merde,” it was clear by now that the mime monster wouldn’t die, but that did not mean that Felix had to die instead. His sword dropped to the floor and shielding his face with his forearm, the hunter walked laboriously between flames and rubble. Even if that guy was definitely not human, he was helping them, and that meant something. Ripping away the spider, that had oui on repeat, clinging to Felix’s head, he put a hand under the man’s armpits and pulled him up against his chest. “Alright, let’s get you out of here, old sport.” Yeah, no, that was not going to do, Alain figured, as he decided to lift the man on his shoulder to carry him out of here. The smoke emanating from the building looking far from reassuring, and the threat of a roof collapsing on the both of them had Alain hurry out. “Any chance with our mime friend?” He called out as he put Felix down on his feet.

How in the fuck? Kaden watched as Luce lit the fucking mime demon on fire and it just. kept. Going. Like it was the energizer mime or some shit. That thought sent a chill down his spine. No, wait, that was another spider in a beret. He reached back and threw it off him. Alain had drug boy who seemed to be hypnotized, it was pretty clear Luce was ready to get the hell out of dodge, and so  was he. But Nadia was still there, rigging shit. And the monster was crawling towards her. Fuck. He rand over, shooting useless fucking rounds at the thing’s head in rapid succession. It did fuck all, as he suspected, but he hoped it bought Naida a few extra seconds. It reared back once more, exposing its teeth jutting out from its stomach. Shit, any moment it was going to come for him. He looked behind her towards the barricade. Another flood of spiders hissing “hon hon hon” were coming. They couldn’t stay there. “Nadia! Come on, let’s go!” he shouted as he looked back at her, hoping she was ready so they could get the hell out of there. Hell, in three seconds if she wasn’t ready he didn’t care, he was going to drag her out of there his damn self. He wasn’t letting anyone die by mime. Not today.

Luce was too busy running away from the shitty napalmed-assed mime fuck to really notice what the fuck was going on with Felix. But, when she saw the alleyway illuminated in strange light, the man fall backwards, and his glasses fall back in place, she frowned. What in the-- A tiny “Pomme de terre,” rang out near her ear and she felt something skittering across her back. Shuddering, she reached behind her and grabbed the awful little mime spider off her and stared at it as it tried to bite and claw at her face. What in the fucking shit. Curling her hand around the mime spider, she let the flames burn through her hand, igniting the mime spider. The spider shrieked in French pain and she hucked it across the alley at the giant mouth-stomach shit. “Fuck you and your shitty kids!” She yelled at the creature before turning around and bolting. She sprinted out of the alleyway, past Nadia, past Kaden, past all of them. She wasn’t about to be stuck here while this place went up in smoke. And she sure as shit wasn’t going to be dying here.

Stressed and interchangeably cursing in English and Spanish, Nadia finally got the piece of shit bomb she’d created hooked up and turned on. “Thirty seconds!” she said, and she grabbed Kaden so that the two of them could get the hell out of Dodge. Mime spiders trailed after them, crunching and ouiing under their feet, but the big one, with its horrible abdominal maw, stayed behind, despite the tick-tick-tick coming from right next to it. As she looked back, she stumbled, positive that the damn thing was smiling, before she righted herself and kept going. Everyone had just made it out of the alley when the restaurant exploded. See, here’s the thing about homemade bombs: you never knew what kind of outcome you were going to get. But Nadia had fucking stuffed that thing with black powder and just about any other explosive material she could get her hands on in a small number of days, and apparently the wall she’d placed the thing on was near the kitchen because when everything went boom, everything went boom. Stripes flew through the air, a baguette rocketed through the sky, and mime spiders rained like confetti. Nadia felt like screaming. Instead, eyes widely and shellshocked, she whispered, “Holy fucking shit.”

[alternianlovin]

Just Leave

An ArcJosi fic

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Josi ran through LOMAM, her eyes focused on the fire in the distance. Arcjec ran beside her, while Guy trailed just behind. They got close enough to see what it was: One of the consort towns being attacked. Josi rubbed her eyes to see what was attacking the consorts. A huge creature was ravaging the town. Guy called the creature a Shifter. Two more colorful snakes slithered towards Arcjec, pleading him to stop the moster. Arcjec froze in place, overwhelmed. "I... I don't know if i can..." he managed to get out. One of the colorful snakes, named Person, started getting angrier with Arcjec, yelling at him. Josi shook her head. "No don't yell at him-" she frantically said to the snake. But the snake didn't listen.

"It's not my f-fault, i'm sorry, i don't k-know what i'm supposed to do..." Arcjec said, still struggling to get his words out. The bronzeblood began to tremble, fear coursing through him.

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Arcjec found himself in a blank void. His eyes widened. A familiar voice rang through the emptiness.

"You can always run away!"

Was that...

He turned, still shocked. He saw... himself... well, a younger version of himself. That must be why the voice sounded so eerily familiar. The younger Arcjec spoke again. "You don't know these people! There's nothing forcing you to stay here!" He said. "Yeah, but they-" present Arcjec responded, before being cut off again. "If you stay, you'll just go through what happened last time!"

Last time...

"So just leave!"

Present Arcjec gathered the courage to respond. Taking a deep breath, he spoke. "Isn't that all I've done so far? What have I offered to anyone i've talked to in the last few hours? In the last few SWEEPS? Theres has been... so much given to me... and I don't do anything with it. I just... stay still. Half of the time, it's because it feels like I can barely move my body, and the other half it feels like... even if i could... I just wouldn't want to try... because I know nothing I could do would ever be good enough." He stopped for a moment to recollect himself. "Even now, I feel the same. But being stuck here and watching... It doesn't make me feel any better. It never has. I always keep wanting to do something... anything... for anyone... and I just can't move."

He looked on at Past Arcjec, who thought for a moment, before firing back. "But those feeling justify it, right? You can't just go around fighting all these battles that you didn't even start to begin with! You where just thrust into this situation, and you had to accept it! That doesn't sound very fair, does it? There's no sense in doing dumb and silly things for people you don't even know in the first place! Heck, these guys aren't even REAL! There isn't anything to loose here! This doesn't need to be so difficult!"

"It isn't your fault this time!"

Present Arcjec sighed and turned away. He spoke again, his voice quiet and dull. "Then why does it always feel like it is? I feel like i'm letting these people down... they feel so much more real than I even expected going into this... s-so many of them where just dead on the ground before I even know them in the first place... they all died because I didn't move fast enough... so many things happen because I couldn't make it in time... i'm always too late, and others have to s-suffer for it..." his voice raised in intensity, cracking from the stress he was under. "I don't want this to keep happening. You always tell me the same thing, and I always listen to you. Why won't you help me? Maybe we where a little too late, but we could still do something, couldn't we? We could save some of them... Isn't that what you wanted? Isn't that what WE wanted?"

Past Arcjec's expression turned cold, his voice darkening. "What we wanted wasn't something we could have. That's why we had to give it up. There wasn't anything we could have done. If you really want to go out there and make yourself more miserable because you don't know when to stop, then I can't do anything about it. Remember though. It was for the best. It was for everyone. Why are you trying to ruin it now of all times?"

Every word spoken by his younger self hit like an arrow. His hands shook with fear and stress.

"It isn't that hard."

"Just. Leave."

Past Arcjec's expression suddenly was filled with anger.

"JUST LEAVE!!!"

"YOU'RE THE REASON THEY'RE ALL SO UNHAPPY IN THE FIRST PLACE! YOU JUST KEEP PICKING AT WOUNDS THAT SHOULD HAVE HEALED BECAUSE YOU WANT TO GO BACK! BECAUSE YOU'RE SELFISH!! IF YOU JUST STAYED OUT OF THEIR WAY THEN MAYBE THINGS COULD'VE BEEN DIFFERENT!!! EVERY SINGLE TIME YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING TO SAVE SOMEONE, ALL YOU DO IS HURT THEM."

Present Arcjec's eyes watered, as he fell to his knees. Blood dripped from his face onto his hands. Past Arcjec continued to scream at him. "AND THEN THEY JUST HURT YOU BACK. SO WHY BOTHER?"

"JUST LEAVE!!!!"

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Present Arcjec shook intensely from the force of keeping his emotions inside. Wait. He heard a warm voice calling out to him.

"Arcjec... Arcjec, please, get up..."

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"Justleavejustleavejustleavejustleavejustleave-" He uttered under his breath. He had collapsed onto the ground, tears in his eyes. Josi was knelt at his side, trying to snap him out of it. Finally, he stirred, and started to get up. Josi smiled and gently wiped the tears off his face. "Are you ok?" She said, concern lacing her voice. "You wouldn't move, you where shaking a lot, and you wouldn't respond to me or Guy." Arcjec shook his head. "It was... nothing. I'm fine, I promise." He replied. Josi helped him to his feet, a worried expression on her face. "Just, please, let me know if you need me." She said quietly. Arcjec's eyes flickered up to the Shifter looming above him. He clenched his fist. "I know what i'm going to do. You guys... just get everyone you can away from that thing. Josi, that includes you."

He retrieved his scythe from the ground. The snakes looked up at him, suprised.

"I'm going to protect you."

"I promise."

[S] Engage.

[deliciousscaloppine]

Like mad. Like mad. Okay. How crack do we want these harem prompts, because I kind of want to ask for either of the Wen Brothers (Wen Xu or Wen Chao) and 16. Then for the ladies mianmian and 20?

Note: I am going to put the other prompt in a separate post tagged QINGHE HAREM STORIES

20 FOR QUEEN MIANMIAN WHO SAYS ALL THREE: You leave the safety of your family’s home and go brave the dangers and adventures of the world. What do you seek - Love, Self-Fulfillment or Glory?

Once upon a time there was a little girl. A little powerful girl that could crack bricks with her tiny little fist. Her father – the one who discovered that fantastic ability of hers – happened to be a brickmaker. Her mother was but a humble garden-farmer, but she garden-farmed well and often the Luo's found themselves with a surplus of fresh vegetables and herbs.

So when the rain prevented her father's bricks from drying, but watered her mother's vegetables, and they grew in excess Father Luo would take his little girl to the market so that the two of them could sell ginger and watercress! To attract customers, little Luo would stand on the counter and smash bricks with her hand.

“Buy watercress from the little girl with the iron arm!” they would call out together and return home at night with their pockets filled with coin.

But little Luo, let's call her Mianmian, dreamt of a far more glamorous life. She had seen them after all in the marketplace; all those taoist cultivators, big and small running around dressed in the finest gowns, brandishing splendid swords going anywhere they wanted, eating whatever they wanted with their purses perpetually filled, and their hair glossy and silky, their perfect skin.

“Mianmian!” her father would say to her. “Look at me. I am but a humble brickmaker. My father when I was young laughed at me. He would say what a sunny job! Let's see what you will do when it rains! So I married a girl that could farm, and when it rains I eat my watercress soup and say thank you! Life is hard, don't seek to make it even harder!”

But little Mianmian would not give up on her dream. She smashed bricks harder than ever before until one day a lady cultivator approached her. She was short, and old, and resembled a nun, but the sword at her side revealed her wilder side.

“My, my!” she said. “In all of Tanzhou I don't think there is a stronger girl! Pray tell what is your name!”

“Ah, Florist lady, this one is not that strong. It's the bricks that are badly made!” her father laughed, because he feared his little girl would suddenly go away.

“As if!” Luo Qingyang screamed and smashed a brick on her face.

“AAA!” everyone in the market screamed in terror. “What did you do that for?”

“If I can't be a cultivator, I'd rather be nothing at all!” Luo Qingyang cried and rubbed the bump on her head.

“My, my, what a strongheaded girl” Lady Florist said.

And so even though little Luo's dad didn't want to see her let go, he had to at least let her visit Lady Florist in her mansion to practice the sword. Little Mianmian grew up to be a talented swordswoman. Balanced and strong, stubborn and kind. But still she craved many things the people around her did not understand.

“Mianmian, you can't always rely on the sun!” her father would mournfully say.

“I grew all I could, when will the nice things happen to me?!” She would ask her master.

“Nice things? What do you mean?”

“The really nice clothes! The travelling! The praises! The big mansion by the sea!” Mianmian explained.

“Oh well, for these things you have to get lucky! Or attach yourself to some noble lord. I can write you a letter of recommendation if you want.” Lady Florist said.

They pored over for hours together trying to find a suitable clan. “The Qinghe Nie are too far away, and they are not very big on praises.” Lady Florist said. “The Yunmeng Jian can be said to have the bestest fashions, but don't count on getting your own house in service of them. They were rangers once. The Gusu Lan definitely travel, they are very popular when it comes to exorcising ghosts in far off lands – but you have to wake up at five in the morning every day and I am not sure you can do that.”

Then after several hours Lady Florist said: “Well, how about the Lanling Jin, most of them are for show anyway, a true swordswoman like yourself will become quite famous in their midst! And when it comes to material needs, there is not a thing they can't afford. Whether its bribes or payments you will surely amass a little fortune of your own.”

Mianmian was enthused! She packed her mother's famous watercress soup, and all her things, along with the sword Lady Florist gifted her, and bid her teary eyed parents farewell.

“Mianmian!” her mother took her aside and said. “I knew from a young girl what it was that I wanted to do! I wanted to farm and cook. So I found a good steady man who couldn't always depend on the sun to take care of you. So when the time comes and you find yourself craving a little Mianmian of your own, find a good steady man who'll shed tears when he sees her grow up.”

Mianmian set off, and she was admitted alright to the biggest, most prosperous clan. For years she wanted for nothing, she made many friends,  saw many places, earned lots of money...and then came the day you could no longer depend on the sun.

Because that sun had grown so big, and so mean that it threatened to burn all the land.

So she fought along many great cultivators and all of them together managed to bring down that evil sun. But all was not right, and all was not well, Mianmian began to think. The things she had once went after, didn't mean anything. It didn't matter how well someone was dressed if they were evil and mean.

And it didn't mean anything to travel all these lands if one couldn't learn a single new thing. Praises were empty and dangerous, and friends were not always very honest beings. As for big mansions at exotic locations, well was it worth it to isolate yourself from others, to live in luxury you and your own while in the world so many innocent people suffered for others' sins?

Without ever noticing she had outgrew those selfish needs that moved others to slander and kill. So one very sunny day, when she could not bear it anymore, she shed the fine clothes that set her apart, she left behind the exotic palace and all those who knew her, and took with her only what she had learned.

She walked for many days, and fought many monsters, doing noble deeds wherever they were needed, until she felt something like nostalgia for her mother's watercress soup. So once more her feet took her to what she most wanted in the world.

Her parents greeted her with tears in their eyes and asked to know what she had done with her time. Then after a while her mother said: “A cottage is up for sale at the end of the road. We can help you with the downpayment if you want. It's quite the nice place, there's even quite some space to install a chicken coop.”

“Ugh!” Luo Qingyang thought. “These guys don't get it!”

But she ate her soup and warmed her feet by the hearth. She even changed in those comfy pyjamas with her mother's needlework. And after a night's good rest she realized “If only there was someone to do these things for me, so when I come home from hunting monsters there is someone to take care of me!”

But these things were not mere transactions. Her parents loved her that's why they gave her everything...She bought that cottage after all, because it's always good to own some estate when there is a chance you will remain all alone in the world. And out she went at nights to hunt monsters again, because that was all she really knew how to do.

Luo Qingyang one morning was returning from such a night hunt, when her father's frivolous sun decided to hide behind some clouds and give its place to her mother's constant rain. She had no umbrella and was getting thoroughly soaked when a merchant invited her under his stall.

“It's pouring alright!” he said, and gave her some hot tea. “Are you perhaps a cultivator? I've seen you often travel this road to hunt monsters.” he said when he saw her sword.

“Yeah, I am sort of a hero of the Sunshot Campaign if you must know.”

“Wow!” he said stunned. “What's that like!”

“It's tough work. Being a cultivator is not at all all it's cracked up to be. The monster slaying part is easy, but getting what you want is tough. You might find yourself often without a person to turn when it's raining the most. And more often than not it's you that doesn't know what you want.”

“That sucks” the merchant said and remained silent, until the clouds parted again and the sun shone on them.

“Wait a minute!” the merchant said when she got up to leave. “Please, have this cape, you'll catch a cold if you walk all the way home in these wet clothes.”

She took out her purse to pay him, when he stopped her as well. “Please, have it as a gift! If it weren't for you our roads would be infested with monsters and no one would buy anything from me.”

“Cool, thanks!” Mianmian said and felt suddenly appreciated. “I live over there at the end of the road, I have a cottage of my own. You should drop by sometime! We'll make tea, I'll tell you all about moster hunting, the war!”

“Really?” the merchant awestruck said. “I'd love to!”

They waved hands and parted ways and Mianmian thought: “It's good to have it all.”

[talpup]

Chaos: 42

So I got what I consider good news from my Doctor today.  He wants to make a case study of me.  Yes, I might being a boring introvert that might one day be a bionic woman with all my joints replaced; but at least doctors find me interesting.  LOL.  The study might not mean much for me directly; but it might help other doctors better understand and treat patients with both hEDS and RA, and other illnesses caused by what I call the two big bads. Considering I’ve seen doctors who literally had to look up what hEDS is, this is something I see as a BIG win.  So here I am wanting to celebrate with you all but updating my three main fics.  Apologies to Erase the Shadow readers, I don’t have a lot for you; I promise I’m not drawing out the AizawaxReaderxMic smut scene to tease.  Anyway, here you all go.  I hope these updates can share a portion of my happiness with you.

Summary: The day Aizawa Shouta betrayed his Love was the day the Daimon lost everything that mattered in his life. Now, with her awake from her slumber and memory wiped, he has another chance at having her and being happy. There’s only the small problem of heaven wanting his Love dead, and hell wanting control of her. And her promise to protect and help another. Oh! And her remembering what he did.

But Shouta has waited so long to have her back. Has planned and taken measures to see his Love protected. He won’t loose her this time. He’ll do anything to keep her safe, and stop her from remembering his betrayal. Cost and consequences be damned.

Though it really is a shame that the cost just might bring about Chaos.

Please remember, this fic is rated explicit and has warnings of violence, sex, questionable con, and non-con (though we’re thankfully done with that), and other possible triggers.

***If you prefer reading off AO3 here’s the link for that: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20155333/chapters/55634299

I write for my own enjoyment, but edit and post for yours.  If you enjoyed reading this at all please comment and let me know.  It’s the only thing that encourages me to keep editing and posting.

Thank you to those who have left hearts.  And a great big THANK YOU to those who have left comments or re-blogged.  They really mean a lot.

As always, an extra special thank you to @inorganicone2230 for their encouragement and friendship, and help brainstorming.  Your thoughts and our chats mean a lot.

42.1

“Sister. I’ve been expecting you.”  The Nenu spoke.

“Sister?” Enji looked at Reyanna, flames igniting around him.

The Bitch had betrayed his son and tricked them all. Reyanna wasn’t helping the Child of Hope.  She was working with the children of Chaos to wreck any hope they had of closing the gates to hell.

Enji bared his teeth. “Todoroki, get behind me.  I’m going to fry that Abomination.”

Hitoshi tensed thinking for a moment that the Archangel was referring to him.  After all that’s what Thirds were often called, whether they were born or made.

“I should've known.”  Enji growled, stepping closer to Reyanna. “Toshinori called you an abomination once. I should've known then that you were more disgusting and twisted than simply being a Nephilim Whore.”

Shouta growled, pulling Reyanna behind him.

He had known that this was a fools errand that would end no other way then badly; but seeing as he hadn’t had a say…  Hell, the only reason he was here was because Todoroki had insisted they needed him.

Shouta had no doubt that Reyanna would've tried slipping through to Oblvi without him.  As if he hadn’t been tracking her through the Tie she had yet to break, and wouldn't have followed.

The Tie.  If she had yet to sever his tie to her that surely meant she still wanted him.  Dabi’s Tie was still in place as well.  Would a Tie be able to compel a demon with a soul?

Hizashi stepped in front of heavens Second Chief.  “Think about what you’re saying, Enji.  We all know who and what Reyanna is.  Do you really think Lucifer would claim a child that wasn’t his? She’s a nephilim.  The first true nephilim. That thing is either mistaken or lying to divide us.”

“We’re already divided.” Shigaraki muttered.

The Demon’s red eyes caught Kai inching closer to Todoroki and stomped a foot.  The ground decayed in a jagged line toward the Daimon General.

Kai glared at Shigaraki, steps halted.

“My son doesn’t have a blade.  Why does she have such a weapon and not Todoroki?  He’s a true born nephilim same as she.  And the way that she aged...  Todoroki didn’t age like that.”  Enji scowled at her.  “What she did wasn’t natural.  And we all know where unnatural things stem from.”

“How could she be a child of Chaos if she’s the daughter of Lucifer and a human woman?” Shouta questioned irritably.

He wanted to call forth his blade but knew such an act would only escalate things.  They should be focused on the real threat.  That Beast likely called Reyanna his sister knowing the trouble it would cause, and Enji was stupid enough to fall for it.

“And who’s to say that her mother wasn’t some kind of Third?”  Enji shot back.

Shouta’s eyes narrowed.

He knew Reyanna better than anyone.  Yes, she was special.  Different. But that was because she was a full, true born nephilim.  There were no others like her to gauge her by.  Expect now there was, Shouta thought.

Todoroki. If he really was Enji’s son, then the boy was just like Reyanna. Only he was nothing like Reyanna.  Logic should dictate that Todoroki, being the Llaes, would have greater power than Reyanna, not less.  But, like Enji said, Reyanna had a blade and had aged extraordinarily fast.  Just two of the many notable differences between her and Todoroki.

“I am.”  Kai said, in answer to the Archangels question.

They all turned to the Daimon General.

“I watched over Reyanna’s mother during her pregnancy.  I was there for Anna’s birth.  The woman who bore her was no Third.  Not even a made one.  She was fully human.”

Kai honestly didn’t care if they all turned on and killed each other; but there was a literal Beast to deal with.  The thing was more powerful than any Leviathan.  He could sense it.  They all could.

That was probably why Enji was focused on Reyanna, Kai thought with huffing distaste.  Better to face a beatable problem rather than the impossible one.  But if he couldn’t get near enough to kill Todoroki, and was to have any hope of making this place his kingdom, then that Beastly Third needed to be put down.  And he couldn’t do it alone.

“Can we focus on the more pressing issue here.”  Dabi spoke up.  “Like, what do we do?”

“We fight.”  Hawks stated.

At Hawks’ ill spoken words, Shouta, Enji, Kai, and Reyanna’s blades dropped into their hands; only instead of looking toward the Beastly Third, they were eyeing each other.

“I mean.”  Dabi stressed loudly.  “What do we do about finishing the task and getting outta here.”  He looked at Todoroki.  “It’d be nice to know what we’re doing here, Kid. You know.  Before we all kill each other or die horribly at the fangs and claws of that thing.”

Todoroki gulped when all eyes turned to him.  Nephilim and Llaes he may have been, but he was still just a boy of seventeen.

“It’s okay.”  Reyanna soothed. “No pressure.”

“No pressure?”  Dabi echoed.  “Did you already forget about the huge moster wanting to tear us apart.”

“Maybe she is working with it.”  Shigaraki commented, watching Reyanna critically.

Shouta sneered at the red-eyed Demon.  “Shut it.”

“Why hasn’t it attacked?”  Hawks wondered.

Todoroki’s bi-colored hues looked about, overwhelmed.

“Hey.” Reyanna put a hand on his shoulder.  “Don’t listen to them. Don’t look at the threat.  I’ll take care of it.”

Shouta opened his mouth to contest.  She wouldn’t be taking care of that monstrous thing.  He would be taking care of her, and getting her out of here.

“You just do what you need to.”  Reyanna went on.  “Though it would be nice to know what that is. Sooner, rather than later.”

“I need to get to the room where the sealed Leviathan's are kept.” Todoroki said.

“Any idea where that is?”  Hizashi asked. green eyes taking in the literal mountain of a castle behind the Beastly Third.

Shouta looked back at Hizashi.  The Angel sounded distracted.  He knew Hizashi well enough to know that a distracted Hizashi was a thinking Hizashi.  The Angel had picked up on something and was trying to piece it together in his head.

Todoroki nodded.  “I know exactly where the room is  Though it’ll take a while to get there. It’s in the center of the castle.”

“Of course it is.”  Dabi muttered.

His turquoise eyes narrowed at the Beast at the top of the stairs.  The Creature had so much as moved.  If he hadn’t been able to feel the raw chaotic power radiating off the thing, he might’ve thought it was an illusion.

“Then let’s go.”  Reyanna said, gaze finally turning back to the Winged Man-Beast.

It hurt her eyes to look at him.  The fact that his hulking beastly frame and more human one were somehow one and the same made it impossible to focus on either.

Todoroki shook his head.  “No. You have to stay here.”

Reyanna looked back at him, eyes wide and concerned.  Had Enji’s words gotten to him?  Did Todoroki no longer trust her?

“I swore to protect you.”

“Your promise to help me finish this is more important.”

“But--” Reyanna fell silent.

How could she keep that promise if she didn’t protect him?  Was she doomed to lose Todoroki like she had all the others? And when they had come so far.  Would she ever make good on her promise to Abril, and be able to just live in peace with Shouta? But she and Shouta were no more.  Their Bond was broken, and he had betrayed her.  If, when she helped Todoroki finish this there would be nothing left for her.  Not without Shouta to live with and rest in.  Without the promise of peaceful living with her Love, what was the point of all this?

“Hitoshi will go with me.  He’ll see me safe.”  Todoroki said.

The Were stepped to his boyfriend’s side. “Always.”

Todoroki’s blank expression softened.  He looked back at Reyanna. “You have to stay here.  I won’t be able to enter the chamber unless you do.”

Reyanna’s eyebrows knitted together.  Would the room remain locked if she were around?  Why?  She would bust the damned door open.  She would obliterate it and anything else that got in her way of helping Todoroki finish this.

Todoroki took a cue from her and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.  “Stay here.  Fight.  Listen.  Open your senses and understand.  I won’t be able to enter the room until you fully do.”

“So what are you gonna do?  Walk right passed that beast and enter?”  Dabi asked, unnerved that the Creature still hadn’t moved.

“Yes.” Todoroki took Hitoshi’s hand and tugged him along.

“Wha—wait! Todo!”  Hitoshi stumbled after him.

“It’ll be fine.”  Todoroki soothed, taking and exhaling a measure breathe.  “He’s not interested in us.”

“Alright…” Hitoshi tensed as walked on.

Why wouldn’t the damned thing move?  Not that Hitoshi wanted it to move.  He wanted to think that the thing was a huge statue.  But thanks to it talking, he knew that it was most definitely real and alive.

“You’re a Third.  He wouldn’t harm you.”  Todoroki said.

“A made Third!  And one that’s helping and working with you and them.” Hitoshi jerk his head behind him.

“You’re still one of his people.”

“So what if he thinks I’m some sort of Brutus, or orders me to turn on you all and kills me when I don’t?”

“He won’t do either of those things. You’re too insignificant to him.”

“Thanks for that.”  Hitoshi grumbled, frowning pout tugging at his lips.

Todoroki’s thumb rubbed against the back of Hitoshi’s hand.  “I said too insignificant to him.  Now I can’t talk anymore.  Not till we get passed him and inside.”

“Why?”

“He can’t see me but he’ll still be able to hear me.”

“What? Why--”

“Quite.” Todoroki hushed.

Right, Hitoshi thought.  Better not to pass the huge, scary Beast while talking to someone the thing couldn’t see.

As the two boys neared, Hitoshi unwilling changed into his cat form.  He scowled, trying to shift back to human but couldn’t.  It was as if some other power had forced him to change and was keeping him that way.

His heart began to race.  What if it was this place?  Oblvi was the home of the Thirds.  What if being here somehow made him more Third than human?  What if the longer he stayed here the more Were he became?  What if he lost his mind and became like other mindless made Were’s?  What if he stayed like this, unable to change back to human?  What if--

Todoroki’s fingers pet through the large, purple Cat’s fur.

Hitoshi’s mind stilled.  He focused on the calming touch and forced himself to relax.

Reyanna watched the boy she swore to protect walk up and passed the man-beast.  This wasn’t right.  Nothing felt right.  Yet, for the first time in her long life a piece of her that had always felt wrong was beginning to feel at ease. It was like a final puzzle piece that you had to fiddle with to get in place; only she wasn’t sure she wanted to adjust and let everything fall into place, afraid of the image it would make.

Shouta tenderly gripped her arm. “Anna.”

“Reyanna.” The Nenu frowned, eyes refocusing.

He had tried to speak to his Father; but like every other time since the beginning of his absence, Chaos had remained silent. What made this youngest child of Chaos so special?  His Father had gone to the place of order called earth to create her.  Chaos had even spoken to the woman a couple of times.  The Nenu had heard his Father’s ancient and distant voice echoing through the cosmos as Chaos had done so.

His Father had told her to take her rightful place and make them bow.  To make all of them bow.

The Nenu snarled wanting to call upon his people to expunge the blight that was his youngest sibling.  But he had told his people to stay away. He hadn’t liked the interest many had shown in her.  It was bad enough that half of each of the Janus’ had said that Reyanna would unseat him from his throne.  Then again two-faced as they were, half of their psyche would say that.

But that didn’t explain why over four centuries ago the Great Rock had moved his colony from Oblvi to a place called Purgatory Chasm on earth.  Why had the gargoyle ruler been so interested in seeing their weakling sister for himself?

In the end the Great Rock had been slain by Reyanna. And why had Reyanna ended the Great Rock’s life and humiliated him by cutting off his chin?  Because some within the Great Rock’s colony had attacked her Daimon lover.

The Nenu’s eyes bore into Reyanna’s so called Love.  Aizawa Shouta.  A Seraphim Chief that had personally ended countless of the Nenu’s kin and oversaw the deaths of countless more.  Aizawa had been one of the ones that had rained fire from heaven down on his kind, him and the other three Archangel’s standing with him.

But Aizawa was no long an Archangel.  The Seraphim had turned against his own kind.  He had lost his grace and fallen.  And this was who his sister chose to bind herself to?  Some shifting creation of God that went against his Lord and kin for his own aims and purposes.  Did Reyanna really think that a man like that could be loyal and true no matter what?

The only reason Aizawa had stayed with her this long was because he had yet to learn what Reyanna fully and truly was, and what she had unknowingly done.  Once the Daimon found that out, his love would end and he would leave her.  And in the wreckage he left her in, the Nenu would strike.  For the memory of his Leviathan siblings and the last Great Rock, and the sake of his people the Nenu would strike this weak, sorry excuse for a sister down and end her.

The Nenu shrunk, turning into a winged human as three creatures broke off from him.

“Shit!” Shouta cursed.

“It can do that!”  Hizashi exclaimed.

“I am the first son of Chaos and you are in my land.  There is nothing I cannot do.”  The Nenu said.

“Not fair!”  Hizashi shot back.

“Are those his pets?”  Shigaraki wondered, head tilting.

“Who gives a fuck!  Where the hell did he come from?”  Dabi demanded.

“They’re him.”  Reyanna said.

Hawks chanced a glance at her.  “What?”

She squeezed her eyes shut.  The world around her spun.  Great. Now there were four things that were both massive creature and winged man.

“They’re all him!”  She shouted.

“Does she mean that they share the same mind?”  Hizashi wondered, both interested and afraid.

“Maybe he has some sort of psychic control over the things.”  Hawks ventured.

“What the hell does that matter?  Kill them!”  Enji bellowed.

“Good luck with that, all three beasts are the size of a large Leviathan.  A team of our size would barely be able to take down one.”  Kai remarked, eyes beginning to glow with his power.

“Not helping!”  Dabi yelled. “By the way, I call the winged man.  You guys can deal with the beasts.”

“Wait!” Hizashi’s head whipped back to Reyanna.  “How do you know that they’re all him?”

Reyanna squinted at the original Nenu still at the top of the stairs.  “How do you not!  Just looking at him makes my head want to split open.”

Shouta's eyes narrowed.  “Why?  What do you see?”

“Both of him, as one.”

“Both of him?”  Shouta echoed.

He looked back at the Nenu.  What was the winged fiend doing to his Love?  What did she mean by both of him?

“Shou…” Hizashi glanced at Reyanna.  “I got a really bad feeling about this.”

Shouta grunted thinking that he had a bad feeling about this since the very first time he heard Reyanna call Abril the Llaes.  “Look at that man and tell me what you see, Yamada.”

“A well dressed, all be it scary winged man.”  Hizashi answered.

Shouta sighed.  So it wasn’t something he was missing, it was something only Reyanna was seeing.  Shit.

He should’ve taken her and locked her away the moment he had tied himself to her.  He should've kept her tied to the bed and flinted them to a sealed room the moment Lucifer had released the bit of her life force.  Instead, his desire to see his Love happy had won over his need to protect her and now they were here.  He had failed his Love yet again, and this time they would both pay the price with their lives.

“I’m not dead yet.”  Shouta growled lowly, fingers rapping against the hilt of his blade.  “Dabi!  Stay with Anna.  Protect her.”

Dabi nodded.  Before he could make a move he felt the compel of the Tie begin to burn within him.

“Really! We’re back to that!  I was gonna do it!  You don’t have to compel me.”

“Dabi. Stay near Shouta.  Watch his back.”  Reyanna commanded.

“You too!”  Dabi complained.

Well as long as they stay together there shouldn’t be a problem, Dabi thought.  I doubt Aizawa's gonna be leaving Anna’s side if he can help it.

“Have we picked our teams?”  The Nenu at the top of the stairs asked.  He was in front of Reyanna quicker than any archangel or daimon could flint.  “Cause I’m ready to begin.”

[thebiwholivedtodie]

REMUS LUPIN/SIRIUS BLACK

Remus has been writing letters to Sirius for years and finally decides to deliver them.

(Prompt 046 from hpfanfictionprompts)

REMUS JOHN LUPIN felt older than his thirty three years of age. He looked older too. The past twelve years had not done him well.

After Lily and James Potter's tragic deaths, he become isolated and lonesome. His life consisted of the very small and rundown cottage he inherited from his father, Lyall, after his passing and attempting to maintain a job far lower than his abilities for longer than a month.

Most jobs were muggle jobs, they would never know he's a werewolf when wizards and witches could (eventually) find out.

He ran a hand through his curly, brown hair and leant back against his bedroom door.

His more—than—best—friend from twelve years ago was taking a long bath in the small bathroom of the cottage.

Sirius Black was, at first, a mystery to Remus. As a young boy, he was always so optimistic and cheery, Sirius always had a joke ready on hand and a laugh to spare. He grinned and smirked and laughed and pranked with Remus — the awkward, scar covered bookworm he met during their very first Hogwarts feast. Sirius included him, even when he found out about Remus' furry little problem.

In fact, Sirius was the first to accept him and he grew up around the prejudice against werewolves that James Potter and Peter Pettigrew didn't.

They were sixteen when they first kissed. It was awkward and clumsy and messy . . . and on the Potters' back porch.

It was late at night and Moster and Missus Potter had retired to bed and James was in the bathroom so Remus had pulled out his pack of cigarettes from his jacket and lit it, ignoring Sirius's surprised look.

"Are you gonna give me one then?" Sirius had asked simply, holding put a hand.

Remus handed him the lighter and packet, inhaling the smoke as he watched Sirius place the fag against his lips and light it with the neon green lighter, keeping eye contact with him.

The next few seconds were weird. They were both just staring at eachother, taking in each others appearances and breathing in the cigarette smoke. When Remus realised what he was doing, he averted his eyes and pink dusted his cheeks as he lifted the cigarette from his lips.

Then, suddenly, Sirius' lips were pressed against his and their noses pressed against eachother. One of Sirius' hands came to wrap around his kneck, the one holding his fag hald away from them, slowly dying put in the breeze.

Remus kissed him back, passionately and firmly yet both were tentative of the fact neither had kissed the other before and neither had kissed a boy.

It was only when they heard the rattle of the back door opening, signalling James was coming back from the toilet, that they pulled apart, flustered and confused.

Remus closed his eyes as he heard Sirius moving about in the bathroom. He walked further into his bedroom towards the bedside table. He pulled the stiff draw open where a collection of indent letters led gathering dust. Each titled the same: "Dear Sirius".

He pulled the top one out and slid his fingers under the seal, pulling it open. Remus slid the parchment out of the envelope, holding it gently in his scarred hands.

'Dear Sirius' he read to himself. 'You've escaped prison, probably to do something stupid again. Like go after Harry or me. As much as I wish to know you wouldn't that you care(d) to much about us to hurt us, I know that isn't true.'

Each word was painful to read and he pause to gather himself. Remus knew the truth now, he knew his best friend was no murderer. Sirius was innocent, that was all that mattered.

'All the evidence points to you and as much as I hope and pray that it's not true, I know it is. I know you betrayed James and Lily and me. Sirius, you hurt me so much and now your free and I don't know what to do.

'Your out there somewhere, probably crazy and dirty and evil and I'm sat in this cottage writing letters to you that you will never have the chance to read. You will never have the chance to know how much pain and greif you caused me.

'I didn't just loose Lily, James and Peter that day, I lost you. My life. My love. My heart. My home.

'And, Sirius, I'm still lost. I don't think I'll ever be able to find myself again. There's nothing left to find. You took it with you and crushed it.

'I love you and I hope you steer clear of Harry and lead a new life.

'I will always love you.

'From Remus.'

Remus' hands were shaking by the time he finished the letter and a few tears had leaked from his eyes.

It was only a year ago that he felt so lost and alone and worthless. Now, he felt something different. Relief and hope.

Remus knew that what his and Sirius' relationship would forever be scarred and tarnished, there was always going to be a crack in the corner. Just like them.

There was a light knock on the bedroom door.

Remus took a deep breath, steadying his emotions. He needed to be strong for Sirius. The man had been through so much, worrying about him was not needed as extra pressure. "Come in," he said, his voice betraying him as it wavered.

The door opened a clean, fresh looking Sirius walked through the door.

His hair was shorter (now reaching his shoulders), shiny and not matted so that it fell heavily around him. He was in his old clothes that were baggy on his small, weak frame. His cheeks were still gaunt and dark circles still encased his silver eyes, but he looked happier — well, as happy as a man on the run could be — and better than when he appeared on Remus' doorstep.

"You look better," Remus commented.

Sirius gave him a half smile. "Thanks, I feel it too. I really owe you a lot, Remus," he said quietly.

Remus shook his head. "You owe me nothing, Sirius. You would have done the same."

The air was awkward, even more so than it had been after their first kiss in James' back garden. Both men had so much they wanted to say bet neither knew how.

Instead of taking the conversation further, Sirius tilted his head at the sight of the what must be over a hundred letters in Remus' drawer and the one that was in his hand. "What's that you have there?". He stayed by the door frame, not wanting to invade Remus' space.

Remus cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck nervously. The action nearly made Sirius smile. He had done that ever since he was a child. It was a nervous tick.

"They're letters — er — for you."

Sirius raised a confused eyebrow.

"It was my way of coping, I s'pose," Remus said, shyly, his cheeks becoming a dusty pink. He held put the letter in his hand to Sirius who took it and with a nod from Remus read it silently. "I wrote that one just before Dumbledore offered me the Defense position."

It didn't take long for Sirius to read that one, short letter, but he felt more emotions than he had in years. His eyes closed, pained. "I'm sorry," he whispered, shaking his head. "I'm so so sorry." A few tears were making their way down his cheeks and he didn't bother wiping them off. "I'm so fucking sorry, Remus. For everything. For hurting you. Fir leaving you."

His throat tightened as his fists balled up, the parchment crinkling in his hands.

"It's okay. Nothing was ever your fault."

Remus stood up with a sudden surge of confidence and walked over to his crying friend, embracing him in a hug.

Sirius froze for a second before pressing his head against Remus' chest and wrapping his trembling, skinny arms àaround his waist, clinging onto him for life. Remus' old jumper replaced the letter he dropped on the floor when first embraced.

Remus held him as tightly as possible, his chin on the top of Sirius' head, his eyes closed and tears streaming down his face. He allowed himself to finally let every emotion that had stirred in him for twelve years out into the open. Into this hug. He gave his full self to Sirius once more, for the second time in his life.

"I want to read the rest of them," Sirius said, moments later, breaking the silence and raw emotion of the room, but still in Remus' arms. "I need — I need to know what you went through, Rem, I need to know how you felt. I need to know how to make it better."

"Ok," Remus said after a few moments thought. "But they're not — pretty. They, I, I felt a . . . lot towards you."

"I know."

They settled on the squeaky bed together, surrounded by letters each titled "Dear Sirius", still holding on to each other as if their lives depended on it. The letters were finally being opened by the intended recipient.

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I need to know more about coattail!Lime (or as much as you're willing to spoil 👀)!! Do the coattails try and make him sacrifice a limb like they did, or are they happy to just let him wield the thunderbat? How do they catch him? How does Mochi react? Does Lime have any trauma afterward (over something he did while brainwashed) and does Mochi comfort him? Sorry for the barrage of questions but the scenario is just,, PEAK ANGST and 🔥🔥👀😩

sadly idont have a lot about this plot yet!! but ill put below some stuff im thinking about!!!

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- im thinking itll be after mochi messes something up, and theres no time for her to apologize for it (maybe after he almost dies for real once and she erases all his memories of her. he somehow breaks out of the spell and hes PISSED about it)

- anyway, idont know how but hes emotionally/mentally weak for a moment because of something with mochi, maybe going for a walk to cool off by himself and some coattails just happen to be on the prowl

- and lime isnt strong enough to beat 3+ coattails on his own, so they manage to knock him out, and they were gonna kill him, but their higher-up mentions this could be a huge advantage

- anyway, they drag him to their secret lair camp thing, try to get him to give up information about her weaknesses and hes like “Jokes on you, assholes!! SHE DOESNT HAVE ANY!!!!” and then they realize its him. hes the weakness.

- so they tie him down and use their dark psuedo magic to do some gross stuff (probably shove something down his throat) and manage to brainwash him. they take his thunderbat and mix dark magic on it, turns it into the thunderblade to match the rest of them that use swords. one of his eyes turn black with magic, and his arm is covered by that black gooey shit and hes a goner

- HOWEVER, (and his whole defeat hinges on this), one guy in the brainwashing department comes up to his boss like “hey so almost everything went well”

boss: “…..almost….?? what is almost???”

grunt: “oh haha well uh…..hh… long story short. we cant get rid of his feelings for her. he still loves her hahaha”

boss: “WHAT”

(so YEAH AHHAA ALL HIS MEMORIES ARE GONE AND HES TURNED INTO A FIGHTING MACHINE BUT HES STILL IN LOVE WITH MOCHI SO THEYRE IN TROUBLE LMFAO)

- and so this whole time MOCHI is freaking out because lime never came home the night before and hes not answering his phone and her little magic scout paper plane cant find him anywhere. somehow she gets word that hes been kidnapped and NOW SHE GOTTA GO GET HIM.

- coco and oscar go too.

- and mochi doesnt KNOW hes been brainwashed until they get there and they’ re halfway through the keep when she grabs some guy and shakes him vigorously like “WHERE’S LIME?!” and he just says “You’re too late to save him”

- and when she turns around hes. there. fully uniformed completely with a mask and a sword with sparks flying off it wildly, and she stops. and her eyes swell up with tears and she freezes. and he says nothing.

- the thing that snaps her out of it is when lime attacks, and COCO is the one that intercepts and fights him off while oscar drags her to cover to shake her out of it.

- and of course, coco cant handle him because hes MOSTEROUSLY strong and gets knocked back, and mochi doesnt let oscar fight because they both know hes too soft to fight his best friend,. and so she faces him alone

- idont have content for the fight yet but its a COOL FIGHT like THE IDEAL MOCHI VS LIME FIGHT. THE WHOLE TIME SHES TRYING TO GET HIM TO REMEMBER HER AND HE EITHER TALKS VERY LITTLE OR NOT AT ALL

- and its not until he has her backed into a corner, about to land the final blow when he stops. shes almost dead tired and quite frankly at his mercy. shes so used to fighting with him at her side she didnt realize how much weaker she was without him there.

- anyway he CANT bring himself to do it somehow. his hand is shaking and his head is saying kill her but his heart says FUCK NO.

- and idont know how this ends up happening, but somehow mochi manages to get close enough and KISESS him ON THE LIPS!!!!! and he FREEZES!!!!!

- and he has his dagger to her back like he could STAB her at ANY SECOND she is SO VULNERABLE right now and he. doesn’t. he just puts the knife back and finds himself kissing her back because hohoohohohoooo boy he likes that a LOT.

- and when she breaks the kiss he is dazed. hes fucking DIZZY and she takes that opportunity to use whatever magic she has left to RIP THE SPELL OFF/OUT OF HIM AND EVERY OTHER COATTAIL IS LIKE “FUCK! NO! OH NO”

- and then they proceed to kick ass out of that shitty place, idk what happens here, but lime ended up remembering how to fight with a sword and hand-to-hand combat!!! they dont have the cute makeing up moment until later

- theyre sitting on mochis bed and shes healing up a huge cut she put on his arm, meanwhile hes all happy, raving about how cool he looks in their uniform, how much he wants to keep the mask even though its probably bad taste(?), and he looks up at mochi and says something like “Hey might come in handy for a disguise or something, right?” with a smirk and a snort.

- and mochi doesnt say anything, and the smirk kinda falls into a soft smile as he stares at her. he can tell shes sad. she feels horrible like its all her fault and how easy his life would be if she wasnt in it. and how much danger she always puts him in. so lime uses his free hand and kind of lightly brushes her cheek with the back of his index finger and smiles when she looks up. “This wasn’t your fault Moch.”

- after this im not sure??? maybe they kiss again??? soft moment??? awkward silence??? i have most of this episode fleshed out but im not sure how i wanna end it!!! IM PRETTY SURE LIME REMEMBERS THE KISS THOUGH