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daybreak | sal fisher x fem!reader - 8. solo

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[warnings: underage drinking, smoking, weed, near death experience?, crying]

"never have i dealt with anything more difficult than my own soul." — You leave the roof late in the night. Sal had gotten up and retreated into his apartment a little while earlier—but you'd decided to stay and make sure he didn't come back there.

Three days pass. They all consist of fleeting glances and irresolute tension. Things remain the same with the group dynamic, except for between you and Sal. Neither of you seem to know how to continue from that conversation on the roof. No one else notices, though. They'd never suspected anything from the beginning, it seems.

The beginning of your involvement with Sal involved a little bit of buildup and then a snap which resulted in a sexual encounter (or two).

Now it was a bit different. Now things were a little less lighthearted.

It's a Saturday—you'd planned to spend it inside as usual. That's until your phone starts ringing.

You flip your phone open, read over the contact, and answer the call.

"Hi, Ash."

"Y/N," she starts. You hear the excitement to continue in her voice. "There's a party tonight."

"Oh?" You get up from your seat on your bed.

"Some stoner Larry has connections with invited him and said to bring friends. He wants to bring us—save for Todd. He doesn't do parties."

"Wait," your eyebrows furrow. "Me?"

"Yeah!" She says from the other end of the line. "It'll be fun. Cmon."

You bite your lip nervously, anxiety knotting in your stomach. "I don't know. I've never really.."

Ashley is momentarily silent on the other line. She must be contemplating what to say to convince you. "Sal's coming too. Parties aren't necessarily his thing, either—so maybe you guys could try it out together?"

You open your mouth and then promptly close it. Something inside of you suddenly really wanted to go to this party. "Um... alright. Okay."

"Cool! What're you gonna wear?"

You look toward the drawer that contained your clothes and bit your lip. "Not sure yet. I'll update you on that."

"Okay, don't forget to text me! See you at eight."

The call declined from the other line. The phone that held the phone to your ear slipped into your lap. You pressed your lips together and tried to ignore the familiar feeling of sickening nausea and anxiety.

You don't rush yourself on getting ready for the party, because the time you're due to be done won't be for a while.

You take your time with the hours you have. You shower, take your time on eyeliner, mascara, and lipgloss—and finally decide on what you'll wear.

You decide on a square neck white cropped tank with short sleeves and your nicest pair of light blue, slightly washed out jeans. You slid on your favorite, sort of chunky white sneakers over white socks.

It isn't long after you finish when Ashley calls and informs you she's arrived at the apartments and Larry and Sal have already joined her out in the car. You give yourself a once-over in the mirror and then leave the apartment.

Your mother was nowhere to be found. She's either at work or drinking with her coworkers.

Once you've opened the door and climbed into the Ford Fiesta, you immediately realize your predicament—Sal is the only person in the backseat with you.

The drive there is decently long and painfully tense. Neither you nor Sal know how to speak to each other, so no words are exchanged beneath the heavy metal music emitting from the radio.

When you finally arrive at the party, it's recognizably crowded, drunken teenagers are flowing from the front door, in and out, and there's a good amount on the lawn. The newest radio hit is playing on a considerably loud speaker, and the vibrations are notable even from a distance.

"Woah," Larry says, staring at the house as Ashley pulls onto the side of the road. "Didn't realize he was so popular."

You all exit the Ford Fiesta and cross the road. You cringe as you watch someone vomit onto the grass, and another person ripping from a bong in the wide open.

Smoke flies into your face and your eyes as you enter the home. You cough, waving a hand as you blindly follow after your friends.

Eventually, the four of you find yourself on two couches directly facing each other. You on one, Larry and Ashley on the other. Sal is stood to the side.

Larry materializes a bottle of Fireball that you guessed he stole from someone on the way in, opens the cap with his teeth, and takes several gulps.

"Where did you get that?" Ashley laughs over the music, pulling the sleeves of her lavender sweater over her hands.

"Stole it," he looks to Sal and directs the bottle toward him. "Want some?"

"Sure," Sal replies, to your surprise—taking it from Larry's grasp and walking away and in your direction.

"You're drinking that?" You ask him, testing the waters.

"No, actually," you watch Sal round to the other side of the couch to linger behind you. "I'm limiting him. He'll thank me later."

Once he's out of your field of vision, you tip your head back and gaze up at him—your perspective on him being upside down. Your gaze zeroes in on the bottle of Fireball he's clutching in his hand.

"Hey," you say, meeting his eyes. "Give me some."

It was time to give him that excuse—the excuse to break the ice.

He leans in a bit, gesturing toward you with the bottle. "You want it?"

A grin pulls at your glossed lips. Instead of reaching for the bottle, you open your mouth and tilt your chin up.

Sal looks on for a moment but laughs once he realizes what you want. Everyone else at the couches seem decently distracted with each other and the overall environment—so he doesn't seem to worry about it too much.

He reaches his hand around and towards your neck, gripping your jaw in his fingers and holding you firmly. You feel his cold rings press into your skin when he tips your head further back just a bit—and then steadily pours a shot-amount of Fireball into your mouth with his other hand.

Sal stops at the right time, looks on as you pull back and sit up, and cautiously watches the back of your head as you assumedly swallow the whisky. But when you turn a bit in your seat to peer at him over your shoulder, you're holding your mouth closed and pressing a closed fist to your lips while soundlessly giggling.

"What?" He laughs, a hand moving to the top of the couch. He leans in a bit. "Can you not swallow it?"

Your shoulders shake slightly as you continue to laugh. You shake your head up and down.

"Do you need to spit it out?" Sal asks, his tone warming into concern.

You shake your head from side to side. You meet his eyes and swallow, gasping as the liquid slides down your throat and burns all the way down. You cough, the flavor of cinnamon and what tasted like Big Red gum overloaded your senses.

"God," you breathe out, giggling all the while. The alcohol is gross but you're feeling good. "It's not great."

"Yeah, that's why I'm holding Larry off, so he won't be puking his guts out later."

You look up to the boy, who's sat on the arm of the couch opposite to you. He's busy talking to some equally stoned guy, so you can't manage to catch his eye—but you catch Ashley's.

She had this look of astonishment on her face.

Had she been watching what happened? When Sal poured Fireball in your mouth?

Your face grew hot thinking about it.

Sal wanders away from you again, and you find yourself drinking more than you should. Eventually, your rationality disappears.

It's been a few hours and Sal hasn't seen you for a while. So when he hears about a girl wearing a white crop top walking across the roof of the house, he feels like he's going to vomit.

It takes him a record time of 6 seconds to get out of the door and onto the lawn. Upon looking up at the roof, his suspicions are confirmed. He shoulders past multiple people to place himself near the front of the crowd and gazes up in horror.

"Sal!" You yell, gesturing toward him with something between a wave and a point. "I'd recognize that hair anywhere!"

Multiple heads within the crowd turn away from you and towards him. He puts aside his social anxiety and the wave of unease that washes over his body and tries to focus on you. "Please come down," he rushes out, raising his voice just enough for it to be audible over the crowd.

You laugh like he's told a hilarious joke and he quickly realizes his mistake. That's the worst thing he could've told your intoxicated self. You move toward the edge of the roof, shaky and uncoordinated. "You want me to jump?"

"No!" He exclaims, his hands flying up, fingers splayed. "No. Don't do that!"

"Holy shit!" He hears Larry shout from somewhere closer to the front door of the house. Sal guesses he's just now catching wind of the current situation. Moments after, both of his brunette friends are at his side.

"What the hell is going on?!" Ashley yells, verdant eyes glued to the sight before them.

You lost your balance once again, but this time a bit worse—your foot catching on a shingle on the roof and effectively knocking the red solo cup out of your hand. It dropped onto the downward slope of the roof and the liquor inside of it spilled down the side.

Whenever Sal witnessed the toe of your white sneaker catch onto that shingle, he felt as though his very soul had been ripped from his body. Immediately after he watched you regain your footing and stable yourself, though—his heartbeat calmed to a steadier pace.

"I'm going up there," he stated beneath the chatter.

Both Ashley and Larry's heads whipped toward him.

"You'll kill yourself!" Larry exclaims incredulously. Ashley opens her mouth to assumedly second Larry's statement, but Sal cuts her off by walking away.

"Not before she does," he mutters, pushing his way through the density of bodies and forcing his way through the front door. His senses are disoriented like he's been submerged beneath water as the volume of the music scratched at his eardrums and pulsed the innards of his skull. Adrenaline courses through his blood like a drug whilst he shoulders past both mindlessly drunk and carelessly high teenagers.

Sal doesn't spare them a second glance, but their unconcern does remain in his mind. The fact that they're continuing their lives while he feels as though something that's growing into something of importance in his is about to be taken from him... it's mind-numbing.

He's never been an optimistic person, he's always tried to view things in the way they're most likely to happen—and all that's beneath that two-story house is a long drop and concrete. If you fall, you'll break your head open and you'll die.

He finally makes it to the stairs. He makes a break for it then, tripping over his own feet multiple times. Anything could happen in this amount of time, and he knew no one else was going to help him.

Sal's thoughts grow more and more disordered as he navigates the dark halls of the house. The music seems to have only grown louder, the deafening mixture of guitar and drums taunting him.

He remembers the window on the outside of the house. Sal estimates which room it would be, locates it, and approaches the door. He turns the knob, but it doesn't fully rotate.

The door is locked from the inside. Of course. Who would have a party and leave the bedroom unlocked so people could fuck all over your comforter?

He bites out a curse only he hears and prepares himself to force the door open.

Sal grabs the doorknob tightly, prepares himself, and rams the side of his body into the wood. He doesn't even feel the pain, just does it again, and again.

He goes until that half of his body is numb.

The door finally budges, and he wastes no time entering the room. He doesn't hesitate when he reaches the double-hung window he'd been seeking. He grips it at the bottom and pulls it up and open, clenching his teeth together painfully.

Sal stares out at the vastness of the night, the golden streetlights, and how they shine down on the crowd of people below him. They all seem to be looking at the same place, up, but not at him—and he can only swallow thickly.

Carefully, Sal moves to sit on the windowsill, gripping what was above him tightly, his legs outside. He then ducks to leave the room and shivers as cool air hits the front of his neck.

He starts walking the roof, steadily—like his life depends on it. Because.. it does.

Or yours. Yours depends on it.

"Y/N!" Sal calls as he finally reaches a point where you're in his line of sight. Momentarily, he's worried he'd scared you. But you turn your head, meet his eyes, and smile. Despite that, your face spells fear all over it. Something must have sobered you up a bit while he'd been inside.

"I'm going to come to you. Do not walk towards me!"

You blink lazily, because you were drunk, and nodded. You shivered, hugging yourself. It didn't seem to do much, though. Your arms were bare.

"Fuck," he breathes, gazing down at the fall that could await him if he misstepped and immediately reverted his gaze. Blood rushes between his ears as he steadily makes his way towards you.

"Please don't fall!" You suddenly exclaim, your hair tussling in the breeze. A strand blows over your face, so you quickly raise a hand to move it back in place.

He looks up from his feet and stares you in the eyes. "I won't," he affirms, you and himself, continuing across the roof. "Just stay put, okay?"

It doesn't take long to get over to you. He's mostly sober, so it isn't hard on that part. What's difficult is calming his steady heart.

He's not scared of falling. Not necessarily scared of injury or death. But he is scared of not making it to you.

Once he's at an arms reach of your shaking form, he reaches out a hand, palm facing the darkness of the sky.

You seem to read his mind, slowly grabbing his hand. Sal maneuvers your joint hands to where your palms press together and your fingers are interlaced. He doesn't know if it's the blood rushing through his ears or the distance from the ground, but it's as if everything below becomes very quiet.

You meet his gaze, your pretty eyes glossy with tears. The eyeliner you were wearing had just begun to collect beneath your lower lash line.

He squeezes your hand and leads you to be in front of him.

It's not long after that that he's gotten you off of the roof. Sal watches you slip through the open window before turning toward the density of people beneath him on the ground. He breathes in as he catches both Larry and Ashley's eyes—he can't read their expressions, but he wouldn't be surprised if there was shock written all over it—and then ducks back into the window.

As soon as the window is shut and it meets the windowsill once more, Sal whips his head toward you. "Y/N-"

Before he'd saw your face, and the language of your body as you were sat on the edge of the bed, he was going to scold you, and then go downstairs and find you some water and sober you up—all of that falls down the drain when he sees the stream of tears falling down your face. Every time you blink, more drop—quickly staining your cheeks with black makeup.

"Oh," he breathes, suddenly speechless. "Y/N-"

You attempt at taking a breath in, it seems—but it's a failure because it hitches and turns into a shoulder-shaking sob.

"I'm sorry," you cry, roughly dragging the tips of your fingers beneath your eyes. This only smears the running mascara further. "I'm just drunk."

Sal momentarily feels like breaking down in tears himself, that's how much this entire ordeal stressed him out. He approaches your trembling body and crouches down in front of you.

"Hey," he says, softly. "It doesn't matter whether or not you're intoxicated. Your feelings still matter, okay?"

You sniffle, still attempting to wipe your tears away, and reluctantly nod. "I'm sorry," you try again.

He places his hands on your knees and squeezes them firmly. "It's okay."

You jerk into a sob, leaning forward and pressing the side of your face on his shoulder. You slowly tuck your arms beneath his and cross them over the expanse of his back, palms flat on each shoulder blade. The convulsive gasps were hard to stop, making it hard to breathe.

Sal breathed out softly against the prosthetic, raising his arms and encasing them around your torso.

He didn't wonder about the reason for your tears. Assuming things wouldn't help you anymore.

"I don't know why I did that," you whisper, quieting yourself to swallow your saliva. "Maybe I do. I think I was trying to prove something to myself."

He finds himself holding you tighter, your chest pressed to his, feeling your heartbeat through the fabric that separated you both—oddly enough, even at this moment, it reminds him of that night in the car. You had been even closer to him then, though.

"It was stupid," you murmured. "Why would I do that, after what we had talked about last night?"

"What if we jumped together?" he remembers saying.

"Some things can't be explained," he replies earnestly. "You don't need to know why you did what you did. It was stupid, though. I'd probably walk across the roof of a two-story house for you again, but.."

You pull back and meet his eyes, your face wet. The majority of your makeup had been cried off and your lipgloss had been smudged.

You must've sensed his examination, breaking the visual contact and sniffling. "I know I look ridiculous right now."

Sal smiles. He knows she can't see it, but maybe she'll hear it. "I don't think so," he murmurs, looking off to the side. "I think that's a bathroom. You can clean up in there if you want."

You follow his gaze and then return your eyes to his and laugh a bit. You still sound drunk, he notes. Obviously. He'd poured a good amount of Fireball into your mouth and watched you drink plenty of other things.

"Feels kinda weird using a stranger's bathroom," you laugh, your breath hitching from the earlier crying.

Sal rolls his eyes humorously, gripping your knees tighter as he pulls himself off of the floor. "The guy who lives here is Larry's friend—and a stoner. I doubt he'd mind. And if he does get mad, I'll take responsibility for it. I forced that door through, anyway.."

Your gaze swivels toward the door, which is not shut but mostly closed. When he glances to where you're looking, he notices it seems a bit.. crooked.

He inwardly cringes. "I'll pay for it. Come on."

Sal follows you into the bathroom. You seem reluctant to enter first, so he does, opening the door and reaching to the side to turn the lights on. They do what they're supposed to—eventually. They're momentarily unresponsive before becoming alive—the illumination brightening the room with a dull yellow hue.

You step onto the tile and began to search for whatever it was you needed. You kneeled at one of the cabinets below the sink, opened it, and ducked your head lower.

"Oh!" You exclaim quietly, reaching in and pulling out two things. A bottle of half-empty makeup remover and a bag of some cotton rounds.

"Maybe he has a girlfriend?" He hears you say to yourself, standing up, nudging the cabinet closed with your foot, and placing the things you found beside the sink.

Sal reaches over and closes the door. He'd rather not have to witness the sight of some drunkards wandering in and fooling around on the bed.

"Lock it," you say. "I'd rather no one- no one see me like this."

His hand was already on the doorknob, so he just reaches down a bit and locks the door.

He watches you struggle a bit with the bag of cotton rounds, trying but failing to open it, so he reaches forward and delicately plucks it out of your grasp.

Sal slides the makeup remover over and pats the place on the counter it was previously. "Sit."

You peer into his eyes inquisitively but waste no time hoisting yourself up and onto the cold surface.

After that, he plucks the bottle of makeup remover off of the counter and douses the cotton round in the liquid. He reaches forward from the distance that your knees created between the both of you, but you spread your thighs and press the heel of your shoe into his lower back, pulling him in so he's between your legs.

Sal doesn't see it suggestively, because you're drunk—but he's glad you asked him to lock the door because, with his luck, Larry or Ashley would find their way into the bathroom and get all of the wrong ideas.

The firmness just beneath his navel presses into the edge of the counter as he cups one side of your face and began wiping away at the eyeliner and mascara and everything it messed up.

"Thank you," you say sweetly, blinking at him with appreciation in your eyes. "Where'd you learn how to do that?"

He remembers a silhouette. Her back was turned to him, golden hair cascading just past her shoulder blades. He remembers blue eyes that looked a lot like his own staring into a mirror, a hand which adorned a wedding ring wiping away makeup from the day.

"Read it on the label of the bottle," he replies, meeting your eyes and looking away.

As he's finishing up, he hears a rapping of knuckles against the locked door. He tosses the used cotton rounds into a trash bin in the corner and then locks eyes with you curiously.

"Occupied," he calls out, still looking at you. The knocking only gets louder, which makes you laugh.

"He said it's occupied!" You yell over the unintelligible music downstairs, your words breaking into a giggle. You press your knees against his waist, and he doesn't even realize it when his hands meet your thighs.

The knocking ceases, fading into a voice. "Is that you guys in there?"

Fucking Larry. Speak of the goddamn devil—that's what he would've said if he'd come knocking sooner.

The both of you seem to be thinking the same thing, locking eyes in terror. You quickly get off of the counter, and Sal unlocks the door and swings it open.

Sure enough, he's standing there—in all of his glory and highness. Larry blinks, the whites of his glossy eyes tinted red. He looks between the both of you before speaking. "Why were.."

"I had to pee," You choose to deadpan.

Sal feels himself grow even paler than he already is. "I came in.. after.. that."

Larry intakes a mouthful of whatever is in the red solo cup he's holding in his tan, lanky fingers, and swallows thickly. "Okay," he croaks, instinctively cringing as the alcohol passed through his chest. He gestured the cup toward you. "Uh..crazy stunt you pulled up there, huh?"

Sal saw your face shift in his peripheral vision. "Huge lapse of judgment," you reply.

"Nobody could tell who you were, so don't worry about that," the brunette smiles a bit. He returns his attention to Sal. "They've started playing country," sure enough, Sal hears the sound of a banjo from the speakers downstairs, effectively punctuating Larry's statement.

"Yeah.." Larry mumbles, sipping his drink and looking up and through his eyebrows. "Ash said to come find you guys so we can leave."

It doesn't take much, after that.

As you're leaving, Larry pulls the door open and furrows his brow at the condition of the hinges. "Wow. How old is this thing?" He mumbles.

Sal hears you snort.

The three of you descend the stairs, skirting past countless teenagers standing on the steps drinking or smoking. Sal makes the mistake of letting you fall behind and feels you stumble and smack him in the back. It's easy to steady himself, quickly gripping the railing—but he's concerned about you, so he turns around.

A guy with a cigarette balancing in his teeth is eying you with frustration pulling at his features. His gaze pulls from your face and down your body absentmindedly.

"Watch it," he murmurs.

"Sorry," you breathe, jerking your head away and meeting Sal's eyes worriedly. Keep walking, you express in the hues of your eyes.

Sal reaches forward and interlaces your fingers with his as he'd done on the roof. He makes a show of it, too—so the guy with the cigarette sees the rings on both of his hands. Sal gives him a distinct look when they lock eyes, rolls his jaw, and lets you lead him down the stairs, instead of the other way around.

By the time you're all nearly shot from weaving through the multitude of sweaty bodies and navigating through plumes of smoke thicker than fog, the three of you find Ashley petting what he'd assume is the host's dog.

No one questions it.

"You good to drive?" Larry asks, placing his cup on a nearby surface.

"Oh, yeah," she rises from her crouch beside the dog. The animal walks away, his golden tail wagging excitedly at the next person who would give him pets. "A gross sip of something put me off of drinking tonight a while earlier. And, uh.. the whole roof thing dried me out."

You sigh. "I'm sorry about that. It sobered me up, too."

She shakes her head, a wispy strand of light brown hair falling over her face. "It was stupid, yes, and I hope you don't do it again, but all that matters now is that you're safe."

Ashley blinks kind green eyes at you and smiles, reaching forward, taking your hand, and leading you away. Sal hears you laugh and follow after her as both of you head for the front door.

He turns to look at Larry once he loses sight of both of you in the crowd. He examines Sal with bleary dark eyes and looks as though he's about to say something, but he doesn't get to.

Even over the blaring country music, Sal hears a yell and then some fearful shouting. He whips around toward the sounds, which were toward the front of the house.

Red and blue flashing lights shine through the windows.

"Shit!"

"Ah, fuck," Larry groaned, nimbly wrapping his fingers around Sal's wrist and dragging him into the density of the panicked crowd. "Did you see where they went?"

Sal shakes his head. "No," he knows you're intoxicated. Panic settles in. He chews his lip, his eyes desperately scamming for a girl wearing a white top squared at the neck—you. "Y/N's had a lot to drink, Larry. If the police-"

"Don't worry about the Five-O, let's worry about the girls," Larry replies absentmindedly, keeping his firm hold on Sal.

"They must've gone to the Ford," Sal shouts over the music, which, for some reason, is still playing. "We were leaving anyway. I'm sure they're in the car."

Larry releases Sal and motions toward the back of the house. "There's a back door. I'll text Ashley and tell her to drive down the block and we can meet them on foot."

It was an agreeable plan. Waltzing out of the house and walking straight up to the car wouldn't be wise.

Larry does what he'd said he'd do. Turns out, Sal was right, they had made it to the car moments before the police had rolled up. Ashley informed him it was two squad cars and four officers. Seemed like overkill for a house party—but he wouldn't know. He didn't do this often.

When Larry was on the phone, Sal was very tempted to ask about Y/N, but refrained.

On the way to the back door, they crossed through the kitchen. Larry snatched an unopened bottle of alcohol of a brand Sal didn't recognize and carried it along with him for the road.

As soon as they made it out of the house, they both made a break for it, running between houses and into multiple different backyards on their way.

They slowed down once they were at a measurable distance from the party, gasping for air. Sal panted against the prosthetic, placing his hands on his knees and slowing his gasps into slow breaths, attempting to calm his racing heart.

They stood on the side of the road, the music in the distance (albeit a lot quieter) still pounding into the night.

Sal lowered himself down onto the curb. Larry joined him, raising the bottle he'd chose to bring with him to his mouth, and opened the steel cap with his teeth. He spits it onto the road and gestures it toward Sal.

"Bottoms up," he said, bringing it to his lips and taking several gulps.

Sal rolled his eyes playfully, eyebrows rising as Ashley's Ford Fiesta cruised down the road and slowed to a stop in front of them. He stood up from the curb and pulled Larry off of it as well.

They entered the car, sliding into the backseat. Larry continued to down the beer he'd found as Ashley turned around in her seat.

"The night's still young," she says. "Any ideas of what we could do?"

It's really not. Sal's a bit disoriented so he doesn't know what time it is but he wouldn't be surprised if it was 3 AM.

You then turn around in the passenger seat and grin mischievously. "Let's go to the lake."

Oh, great.

#sally face #sally face x reader #sal fisher x reader

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nalledimessi · 4 years ago

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Secret Dating

Hello there my friends. I know I have been absent from tumblr but don’t doubt I’m here. Well, this is my contribution to @idkhaylijah 3k Celebration, the prompt that I select its Secret dating and those who know me they know why I pick it up, so I hope you like it. @idkhaylijah you deserved it, congrats friend and let’s go for more. @elijahs-wife thank you once again for expertise on the smut part.

· Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Winchester!Sister

· Words: 1.8k

· Warning: Smut, +18 readers only. Overload of gif and just one curse word.

He clear his throat getting your attention “Another hunting trip?” his arms cross over his chest lean on the garage doorway.

“It seems” you answer him throwing your duffel bag on the back of your 1960 Ford Mustang “I would go and investigated”

He point behind him in direction to the bunker “Did you told Sammy about it?”

You sighed annoy, but knowing he was only doing what your father demand, always take care of you and Sammy “Yes, Dean I did”

He walk to open the door for you “Do you need backup?”

“I think I can handle a simple ghost by my own” you answer him a cocky tone in your voice, watching him frown and getting inside the car.

He close the door for you and lean on the car window “Just be safe kiddo” he express while he squeeze softly your shoulder.

“I will” you nod to him starting the engine “I will give you a call when I found a place to stay” you announce to him.

“Don’t doubt to call, no matter the time” he remind you.

You give him a smile, no matter how annoy he can be, he was your big brother “I won’t. Love you Dean”

“Love you too kiddo” he stand and tap the roof of your car, before see you out of the garage.

He pass the library rattling on to himself catching Sam attention “is she gone again?” he call to late watching him pass by, making him sigh.

“Hey, what?” he question popping his head out.

“Is she gone again?” he repeat his question.

“Yeah, again for the 4th time this month” coming in sight thought the entrance “I’m telling you Sam” looking to his brother seriously “she is hidden something and I would find out what” he manifest resuming his way.

“Dean, please” he begs him before standing of the chair and following through the bunker.

———

His phone ring for the third time today, taking it out of his pocket showing Rebekah name writing on the screen. “Where the hell are you?” she shout at the other end of the call.

“I see you wake up on the wrong side of the bed” he state to her.

“You would be the same if you were left to deal with Nik” she shout again “alone, let me add” his British accent remarked.

“Nothing you can’t deal by your own dear sister” he express walking towards the door and out to the cover porch.

“This is what?” she stop to allow him to answer but rush to finish “the 4th bloody time this month Elijah! What it’s so damn important to tortured me this way” prompting bitterly.

He took a deep breath watching your car drive towards the paved garage, a grin appear on his lips as soon he saw you “I have business to take care Rebekah” walking down the 2 steps of the front porch “I have to go. I would be back by the weekend” he finish the call turning off his cellphone, avoiding more interruption.

She huff when the line went dead reclining in her bed “Bloody hell”

“Our brother have a little secret Rebekah” coming inside her room and making himself comfortable in the couch “don’t tell me you’re not dying to know what it’s” he teased her giving her a smirk “or who she is” making her stand to seat on the bed.

“What are you talking about Nik?” refusing with his head.

“It’s not obvious?” he bragged “he is constantly checking his phone, going out of town for business and that goofy smile on his face all the time” he declared to her.

“Oh my god!” she shout realizing the change in Elijah this pass few months, no matter the treat that knock on their door, he was cheerful.

“Are you coming sister?” he question her standing up and walking out of the room.

Standing from the bed “I will go just with you to avoid a massacre” following him.

———

Shutting the engine, you reach for your duffel bag to then walk directly to him throwing your arms over his shoulders and placing your hands on the back of his neck “I miss you”

He entangle his arms in your waist and lean to kiss you “I have miss you too” placing his hand on your neck to deepening the kiss.

You settle your hand on his chest and pull apart gently “We have company” you whisper blush, nodding briefly to the old lady in the window on the front.

He chuckle “And I’m suppose to be the one with the good hearing” extending his hand to you. “Let’s go inside, shall we?”

Taking his hand in yours “Lead the way” he did as he was told, guiding you until the entrance of the house.

He open the door and before you could enter, he carry you bride style making you giggle at his action “We’re not marry, Elijah”

“Not yet” he express seriously making you look at him.

“Are you serious?” you question him surprised for his answer.

“As a dagger in my heart” he confess, descending you to the floor, but still leaving his arm around your waist.

You hit his chest “It’s not funny, Elijah” crossing your arms on your chest and stepping back from him.

You’re a Winchester, a hunter and he’s a Mikaelson, an Original Vampire, you have been train to hunt and kill his kind, he have kill and hunt to live. You should have kill each other but instead you were dating in secret. For the good of both, for the sake of your families.

You sigh, what you where thinking? A Mikaelson and a Winchester would never would work.

“This past months have been the best of my life…” you start to explain him, you need to make sure he knows how you feel about him “I haven’t find in anyone else what I found with you” crossing sight with him “but let’s be honest Elijah, we are doom to fail, because of who we’re” the tears you were holding now rolling down your cheeks.

He step closer to you, extending his arms to wipe the tears running down to then place them at the side of your face. “The conflict between our families doesn’t change the way I feel about you” declared sternly looking directly at your eyes.

God, he sometimes can be so stubborn, when you are involve.

You tilt your head “You’re not other than an Original Vampire and I’m a Hunter, we’re natural enemies” you remind him.

“And still, here we’re my dearest, against all odds. Our families included” he took a step back from you and extending his arm towards the door “but I won’t stand in your way if you don’t want to stay anymore”

“You’re such a sentimental fool” you exclaim before closing the distance he made between you two, resting your hands on his cheeks to kiss him passionately.

He smile in the kiss, content to feel again your lips in his, for a second he have fear to loss you. “Marry me?” It slip out of his tongue making you pull apart to look at him, hope in his eyes.

“Yes” you whisper to then be assaulted by his lips traveling from your lips to your jaw and to your neck, while he pick you up and start to climb the stairs up without effort.

He lay you down gently on the bed with him atop, your legs around his waist, pushing him with you hand on his chest making him kneel on the bed while you seat on.

You lift your hands over your head making him pull your blouse from the hem along with your sport bra throwing them away, capturing your mouth again in a desperate kiss, while you tear apart his dress shirt by the placket.

“That was my favorite shirt” he murmur against your neck.

“I will purchase you another one” you pull him over to your mouth, kissing and gently sucking his lower lip between yours while your tongue run along it.

His gently but steady hand getting down through your back reaching your jeans and underwear, he unfasten them letting you kick them off.

“Elijah” you exclaim in a moan feeling his bulge against your naked skin “get those fancy trousers off before I-” you where suddenly silence by his mouth and in a blur the suddenly feeling of his erection press against yourself.

Your hand sliding to guide his length to your entrance “I need you” you release sloppy.

His forehead press to yours, starting to set a pleasant rhythm between you too “I love you” he whisper capturing your lips in a tender kiss.

“Always and forever, Elijah” you whisper before moaning at his length reaching your g-spot when he start to pick up the pace.

Your bodies shiver with excitement and released tension, your head spins making you forget where you end and he begins when the climax came.

He roll to be sideways from yourself to bringing you closer in an embrace covering both of you with the sheets and kissing your forehead caressing your back with his hand “We should take a shower” he propose.

Eyes close you snuggle more into him “Just a couple of minutes more” you whisper getting comfortable.

He smile while kissing your forehead again “You would fall sleep” retrieving from yourself and standing from the bed.

You groan when he pick you up but this time over his shoulder “Elijah!” you try to sound angry to scold him but failing in vain due the smile appearing in your lips.

“Shower first then snuggle” he said sternly walking to the bathroom.

After a 2nd round, a refreshing and a most needed shower you were back to snuggle in bed. Elijah caressing your hair with his right hand, your head resting in his neck joint falling asleep.

The familiar sound of the engine make you get up abruptly, putting on your blouse to then walk to the window allowing you to see Dean and Sam descending from the Impala “Shit”

Elijah dress up immediately appearing behind you, wrapping his arms on your waist “Your brothers I presume”

“Unfortunately” leaning on his chest watching them talk between themselves and start walking towards the entrance when a black Land Rover Ranger Sport park behind them.

He sigh “I think we’re having a family reunion” watching Klaus and Rebekah descend from the SUV.

“There it goes our secret dating” watching thought the window out to where the Winchesters and the Mikaelsons where starting a fight.

“Let’s go before they start to kill each other” he untangle himself from you and extend his hand “we’ll make this work”

Putting your hand over his “Together” you smile to him.

“Indeed” he nod “together” he add before starting the way down stairs, hands entangle together.

Part II >

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Hoax (an original story)

I amaze myself sometimes.

My therapist says I need to go back to things that bring me joy, says I need to find happiest in life again. During one specific session, I was asked to name a time when I was truly at peace, a time I felt moments of pure joy outside of my partner and friends. The first thing that came to mind was a time years ago, when I would post stories here, on this website, for you all to see.

This surprised me honestly, because if you knew me personally (*cough* hi @ilikebigbooks-and-icannotlie *cough*) you would know the amount of stress and pressure I put myself under when it came to writing We Are Young, Whatever It Takes, etc, etc, etc. But despite all the negative emotions, the moments that always stand out to me is sitting on my laptop after I clicked post, watching all the love and adoration pure in from each and every one of you.

I say this monthly but, I really do want to get back into writing. Thanks to my therapist and business major partner, I’ve been dipping my toes into editing for others as a side job. But I want to make my way back to writing my own stories and sharing them with even the smallest corner of the world. This story, Hoax, I wrote actually one year ago, when I first started therapy and after a hard heartbreak. It helped me feel like myself again and lifted me out of the darkness.

I hope, for even the smallest number of you, it does the same. I hope you can feel the same magic that I felt when I wrote it. Take this as a thank you for, years ago, bringing me such joy and happiness.

Until next time...

Cas.

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The air was midsummer sweet.

It was an Indian summer of blue sky dreams and late evening tears, with the weather shifting moods in the blink of an eye. Grey clouds would eclipse the setting sun with their mighty fists, soaking up the colour of the earth like ink drenching a cotton ball.

And with the continuous alternating weather came the busty smell of sunblock and wet grass. Summer scents combined with the salty air and pungent fish that cling to Jake’s senses from the moment he started his journey along the coastal towns.

His mountain travels started just mere days ago. The task of hiking the grand peak was something he was finally going to cross off his bucket list. Dipping into his savings and requesting a week or two off work was a small price to pay when it came to the tranquility and beauty laid bare before him.

Born and raised on the outskirts of the city, there hadn't been much nature for him to appreciate and admire growing up. But from the moment Jake entered the first small, close-knit fishing town, all he could seem to do was appreciate and stare in outright awe.

The land laid undisturbed all around; the mountains, the trees, the ocean, they had all planted their roots, dug in their heels, and refused to surrender. Cities had been conquered, the vast expansion of country fields and towering summits were placed in chains, forced to give themselves to man. But here, on the coast of fishing villages, it seems as if Land and Man came to an agreement, a compromise, an understanding, to live in peace as one.

Roads of all kinds swerved, twisted, curled up and down along the coast, between the trees. Houses of unnaturally charming bright blues, yellows, oranges, and greens sat gracefully against the mountain rocks, climbing up the forest-speckled cliffs. Homes and buildings of sea-weathered colour rested on the broken shoreline. Boats bobbed in the water, their docks reaching out towards the horizon like fingers longing to reach and touch a disappearing lover.

In the coastal towns, driving along the sunset stained ocean, Jake swore he would never see true beauty again.

Even now, when the sky wept tears of sorrow, its beauty never vanished.

The weather came on suddenly, as he passed the welcoming sign for Higdon's Harbour. The roads became slick, a ghostly fog settled in, and the colours were muted a few shades darker by the clouds above. Rivers trickled down the mountain side, disappearing into shallow ditches. Waves started to leap and jump to catch the increasing wind. All while the sky cried on and on.

Jake drove on through the town. Classic rock thumped softly in the background and raindrops tapped on the roof of the car. He had planned not to stop for the night until the next town over. He had driven through several rain storms since the start of his trip, and this was nothing.

But the cracks in the sky's broken heart continued to grow with exceptional pain. Tears of despair quickly turned to tears of anger. The beating on the car became more aggressive as the wind wailed daunting threats and the ocean frantically waved its arms.

It became too much, too quick. Jake was used to driving through bad weather, but not seaside storms. Not gusting winds and sideways rain. Plus, he decided, he was already making good time. So when the flashing green neon sign reading Beaumont Motel came into view, he didn’t hesitate to pull off the road, into the parking lot, and turn off his car.

A bell jingled above as Jake pushed open the door. He stepped into the warmth of the lobby, drenched through his clothes and soaking the carpet under his feet.

“Turned nasty out there real quick, didn’t it?”

Jake threw off his hood, shaking out his damp, blonde hair as he caught sight of an older woman with long grey hair smiling at him from behind a wooden desk.

She pulled her beige cardigan closer around her, brown eyes crinkling in the corners. “Looking for a room, hun?”

“If you happen to have one available,” Jake replied, walking towards the desk and setting down his backpack. Judging by the lack of cars in the parking lot, he was more than confident there were plenty of empty rooms. Still, he glanced at the woman’s name tag and flashed her a smile. “Vera.”

“Oh, hun,” Vera chuckled. Her fingers tapped away on the computer that looked too new to be in the small, tacky, lobby with flower-patterned wallpaper. A lobby that was decorated with simply a small sitting area off to the side, a dusty fireplace warming the room, a dark wooden desk, rouge carpet, and outdated lighting fixtures. “I think I have one or two available. For how long will we be seeing your handsome face around?”

“Only a night,” Jake said. “I’m just passing through.”

“Storm pushed you off the road, huh?” Vera turned around and grabbed a key off one of the hooks on the wall. “It should only last the night. Nightly storms are common for us during this time of year. Here you go, hun.”

“Thank you!” Jake took the key before picking up his bag once more, throwing it over his shoulder.

“If you’re looking to warm up a bit, Kay & Elle, the pub next door, is open for a few more hours,” Vera informed him, fixing her wool cardigan on her shoulders. “A lot of the locals inhabit the place, but we’re friendly folks here. I’m sure they’ll keep you entertained for a bit.”

“Thank you for the suggestion!” Jake pulled his hood back over his head. “Have a good night, Vera.”

She waved him off with a dazzling smile. “Enjoy your short time at Higdon’s Harbour.”

Rain beat down around Jake as the lobby door closed behind him. The sticky air promised an onslaught of thunder and lightning, but it had yet to develop. With a glance at the metal key in his hand, Jake made out a marked 9 engraved at the top. His toes were cold as he quickly made it to the door and inserted the key before pushing the door open and stepping into the musty smelling room.

It was just as drab as the lobby. The double-bed was dressed in off-white coverings. Cream walls, dark carpet, and tacky seaside pictures. Along with two side tables by the bed, a small TV on top of a mini fridge, and a bathroom door on the far wall.

It wasn’t the nicest looking room he’d ever stayed in, but he would also be lying if he said he hadn’t stayed in worse before.

With a tired and uncomfortable sigh, Jake tossed his bag onto the bed, peeled off his wet coat, and padded off into the bathroom.

He never really thought of going to the pub Vera had mentioned. His only plans that evening consisted of taking a scalding shower before crawling into bed. Maybe watching some TV or reading the book at the bottom of his bag to spice up the night.

Yet, once the two former items on his agenda were checked off, an uneasiness fell over him. Neither the TV nor his book could hold his attention. The bedsheets itched his legs. His heart thumped in his chest, just fast enough to be noticeable. He couldn’t sit still.

Lightning flashed outside and Jake’s head whipped in the direction of the window. The pub came into view; the two porch lights twinkled in the dark and laughter sounded in time to the pounding storm. It shimmered in the lightning’s afterglow, the rain creating a silver mist of magic around the stone building.

Jake tossed off the sheets and threw on some clothes and his damp jacket. The pull in the pit of his stomach pushed him towards the front door without Jake even really realizing what he was doing. But he chalked it up to boredom and the anxiety of being knocked off his schedule.

He left the warmth of his room behind, almost crashing into a figure as he gently closed his door. An apology was on the tip of his tip tongue when a feeling of nausea washed over him. He felt dizzy, stomach turning. But it was gone between one blink and the next, along with the person. Jake got a glimpse of red hair out of the corner of his eye followed by bells and laughter as the door to room 8 snapped closed.

The thunderous weather started to overload Jake's senses and the urge to get to the pub was greater. With his head down, the figure fading from his memory, Jake made his way across the parking lot.

A drink or two would kill some time, he thought to himself. At least it would help settle the uneasiness and put him to sleep.

The mist around the pub seemed to glow as Jake drew closer, but he was too busy keeping the rain out of his eyes to pay much mind to it. Warmth shot up his arm as he pushed the door open, a jingle filling the room.

The smell of liquor and smoke tainted with the slight scent of sweat greeted Jake as he stepped over the threshold of Kay & Elle. The low rumble of a banjo filled the space, bouncing off the wooden rafters, mixing with the low mumbles and chuckles of the clusters of people scattered around the room. It wasn’t a full house, but crowded enough given the storm outside.

With his footsteps sounding off the wood floors, Jake made his way to the dark-oak bar. He received a few stares and nods of acknowledgment as he walked by men and women alike, sitting at tables and standing by pool tables. As he walked past, he took in the stone walls, the empty stage in the back, the shimmering yellow lights, and the photos of fishermen, smiling ladies, and vast landscapes littered throughout the walls.

He took off his jacket, his heart having settled from the moment he entered the pub. Jake wasn’t a man who believed in faith, but in his bones, deep in his marrow, he knew this was where he was meant to be, for whatever reason.

“Well ain’t you a fresh face,” the elder man behind the bar remarked as Jake sat in one of the barstools, just a few seats down from a hunched over figure nursing a glass of whiskey.

Jake placed his wet jaket on the chair beside him as he chuckled. “Hard to be a stranger in this town.”

“Small-town life, my boy. Everyone knows everyone.” The man threw a towel over his shoulder, his dark hair pulled back in a low pony-tail, causing the wrinkles on his slim, tan face to be on full display. His green eyes sparkled in welcome and his smile pulled at the faded scar on his left cheek. “Passing through?”

The dim lights jumped and danced off the many bottles lining the wall behind the bar. A muted glow hugged the bar, the music changing to the beat of a fiddle.

“I am, but the storm took me off the road for the night,” Jake explained.

“You staying at the Beaumont?”

Jake nodded. “The woman, Vera, recommended I stop by for a drink.”

The words tasted bitter, full of half-truths and false tales. But Jake wasn’t sure why, just as he wasn’t sure how to explain his need to be sitting in the pub at that particular moment.

“That woman,” the elder man chuckled with a shake of his head. “She sends more business this way than any billboard ad ever could. Well, have a drink while you’re here…"

“Jake.”

The music skipped a beat as the fiddle played a harsh note. The air turned bitter and cold. Jake’s limbs urged him to run, screamed that he made a mistake, scolded him for giving his name so willingly. But it was a reflex; the word leaving his lips before he understood what was happening. An impulse came over him, the same one that pulled him to obey the man's demand and order a drink.

No one seemed to notice the odd behaviour, aside from the hunched over figure a few seats down. His depthless brown eyes flashed to Jake, grey hair falling across his pale, sweaty forehead. There was a look of pain and madness in those eyes. Jake opened his mouth to say something when a draft of beer appeared in front of him. And suddenly he couldn’t remember why his limbs felt tense or why there was a cold sweat on the back on his neck.

“Nice to meet ya, Jake,” the bartender smiled with a gleam in his bottle-green eyes. “Name’s Murphy.”

“Likewise,” Jake raised his drink before bringing the glass to his lips, downing half of it in a few gulps.

The hunched man tipped back the last of his whiskey, slamming the glass hard on the bartop.

“Murphy,” he spoke in a husky voice, like the sound of asphalt and gravel.

A flash of irritation, with just a hint of sadness, came over Murphy's face. He didn’t say a word as he quickly prepared another glass, sliding it gently in front of the stranger.

“Take it easy, Harold. That’s your third now.”

Harold grunted, shooting back half the glass without a word.

Murphy sighed, every other emotion but worry washing from his face for the smallest moment, before he turned back to Jake with a smile on his lips.

“So, where were you headed before the rain knocked you off track?”

After another smaller sip of beer, Jake explained his mountain travel plans and his desire to reach the great peak that waited for him at the end.

“Good on ya. Do it all now while you’re still young and can move about,” Murphy said with a chuckle. “This a solo trip? Or are you with someone special? Perhaps they’re waiting for you back in your room?”

“No,” Jake chuckled, ignoring the grunt of clear annoyance from the man a few seats down from him. “Just me.”

A glimmer appeared in the old man's eye. “So no one speical then? No sweetheart waiting for ya?”

Glass rattled as Harold slammed his empty drink back down on the bar.

Jake cast a sideways glance at the stranger. Restlessness rushed through him as he slowly sat up straighter. Tension gripped his limbs as Harold turned to look at him. Those unnaturally dark eyes shined with intensity. They held so much knowledge, so much pain, so much fury that Jake couldn’t look away.

“Don’t waste your time with such things, boy,” Harold grumbled, voice rough and firm. His brows were pulled together so tight they were touching, as the bar cast his face in shadows of back and grey. “Love is pointless.”

He said the word love with such hatred, Jake felt as if the stone structure surrounding them would cave in and collapse.

Murphy, for his part, looked just as on edge. It was a fact that did little to calm Jake's sudden nervousness.

“Harold,” he sighed. “Let’s take a moment-”

“There is one thing that is certain when it comes to love,” Harold continued, eyes gazing unblinkingly at Jake. “It is nothing but pain. Love is made up of pain and heartbreak and bitter ends. It is a useless and pointless part of the whole damn human existence.”

A hush fell over the bar, as if even the other guests could sense the mood Harold had brought about. The upbeat tone of the fiddle suddenly switched to a soulless wail. . A shiver ran up Jake’s spine and he begged his body to turn away, to dismiss the man and be done with it. But he couldn’t. His unmerciful gaze pulled him in and suddenly Jake was drowning in the scent of liquor and smoke and dead leaves and depthless seas.

“You fight so hard." Harold gripped his glass, and a crack started to appear. “You fight with all you have and give yourself completely and it's no good. It doesn’t matter. Nothing you do is good enough. Love is about fighting a losing battle and in the end, only one person suffers the consequences. And it's usually the one who fought the hardest.”

“Harold.”

Murphy’s voice was firm, loud, booming over the music as Jake jumped back in his seat. He didn’t realize how intently he’d been listening to Harold. How he was hanging on to every word like it was air. Or how, while talking to the terrifying man, for the first time since entering the town, Higdon’s Harbour glowed with colour.

An angry, remorseless, pulsating red colour.

Harold held Jake's gaze for a moment longer, intense eyes cast in complete shadow, before turning back to the bar.

“Thanks for the advice,” Jake found himself saying, voice shaking more than he'd like to admit. He didn’t mean to speak, the words simply rushed out of him with an aftertaste of smoke.

Clearing his throat, Jake downed the last of his beer before pushing the glass towards Murphy for a refill.

A hush fell around them for just a few moments, the tension already starting to subside. Jake felt his shoulders drop as he slowly sipped his beer and Murphy slid Harold a glass of water. After some small talk with the old bartender, Jake felt himself able to breathe once more. His body started to relax, the fog lifting from his head. He was breaking the surface and forgetting all about the darkness of the ocean and the murdered limbs of the trees on the forest floor.

While on his third drink, Murphy started to get busy with the other parties of the bar. Tables started to ask for refills, and drenched couples walked through the door, the wind roaring behind them. He drifted more and more between the bar and the tables. And it was about that time that Jake decided he would soon be calling it a night.

“You shouldn’t have stopped, boy.”

Ice crawled up Jake’s spine at the sound of that sandpaper voice. Murphy was off to some seemingly remote corner of the bar. Jake couldn’t help but notice that every new body who walked in stayed far away from the bar, from him, and from Harold.

Jake gripped the tall draft in his hand, foam and condensation running through his numb fingers.

He turned to face Harold, those black soulless eyes dragging him into the abyss. He was in a freefall, too much rushed through him all at once. A thumping started at his left temple and his heart dropped to his stomach as he fell and fell and fell from the bowels of the sky through the open arms of the corpse-like trees.

“You shouldn’t have stopped,” Harold spat, teeth clenched and head hung low. “You should get out of this cursed town before they get you too. They know you’re here. They knew you’d be here before you knew you’d be here. They got to the rest of this damned town. They got her. Get out before they get you too, boy.”

Fear rooted Jake in place. Fear for what, he couldn’t tell. But in the back of his mind, in the depth of his soul, he knew Harold was right. He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t have stopped. Yet, the thought of leaving caused his heart to clench and spots to form behind his eyes. Without his control, he found his lips forming the words -

“Who are they?”

The lights flickered with the time of the thunder clashing outside. The fiddle faded out and the haunting strings of a violin floated through the room, accompanied by a soulful woman's wail.

He knew he shouldn’t have asked. He shouldn’t provoke this man. He should just pay his tab, get up, and leave. But it was unexplainable, much like the whole night had been. He simply couldn’t help himself.

Harold completely turned to Jake. The harsh lines on his face caught the glow of the dim lights. His eyes burned with unattainable wisdom and passion. Jake's heart started to race, limbs locking into place as he noticed the music slowed. Along with, somehow, every other body and soul in the bar. A haze filled the room, a mist blurring and engulfing everything that was not Jake and was not Harold. Even the storm seemed to hush, with only the woman's cry continuing on.

“Let me tell you a story, son.” Harold’s voice turned mystical, the words floating in the air between the two. “Cause I’ve lost my friends, my family, this whole damn town, and yet no one will believe me. They think I’m a nut-case, a man full of grief. But I ain’t, you hear? And maybe you’ll believe me. Maybe you won’t. But they took my wife-”

“Your wife is missing?”

Jake’s pulse jumped as Harold leaned in close, his blood-shot eyes burning crimson red. “For years now. Cause they took her.”

“They?” Jake repeated, feeling physically ill.

Harold nodded. “The fairies.”

He should have laughed. He should have backed off. His mind should have been yelling at him that the man was senile, crazy, insane. He should have bid him goodbye, called over Murphy, and been done with this place, this man. This man who was staring at him with all the earnestness in the world.

Fairies.

The word danced around in his head, bells and whistles suddenly joining in with the escalating violin. Suddenly, the whole town made all the sense in the world and yet, none at all.

“Fairies?” Jake spoke slow and steady. “They’re just folklore. A myth.”

Even as he said it, the words turned to dust on his tongue. He wanted to wash the taste out with his beer, but found he genuinely couldn’t move.

“The Harbour Fairies,” Harold whispered. “Nasty creatures. And if you believe they’re just a myth, you’re as foolish as the rest of them. If you believe there isn’t more to this world, that we’re the only beings here, you’re blin. These aren’t just some little buggers who pick your berries and sprinkle dust. They are savage, mischievous demons.”

Jake started to shake his head, mostly to clear the fog that had started to form. “I don’t-”

“We here grew up wearing our clothes inside out and carrying bread in our pockets to stop the little people from leading us astray,” Harold spoke with more urgency than Jake had heard all night, “But little good it did. Everyone was blinded by what was right in front of them. These creatures play tricks. Oh, they love tricks. And not the fun kind. No, the kind that leads you over a cliff or dead at the bottom of the sea. They are unpredictable forces of nature who lead you in the woods, and suddenly you're never heard of again.”

“And they got your wife.”

“They stole her,” Harold spat the words into the air. His gaze flicked towards the red-head who walked past them, beer in hand, before he spoke again. “They took her from me. Everyone here believes she ran away, but I know. I caught them you see, I saw it with my own two eyes. One day she was in the garden, the next…”

… she walked into the woods, never to be seen again. Jake knew because he saw it himself. He watched it play out in Harold’s aged eyes. And suddenly he was inserted into a story that was not his. He didn’t feel right; too tight in his skin, eyes unable to properly focus on the greys, blacks, and whites of the world. But he still watched.

A grass-stained seven year old boy cradled the arm of a pretty girl with messy blonde hair. They sat in a treehouse, feet dangling over the edge, kicking at the clouds. The girl had tear-tracks running down her cheeks and dead flowers stuck in her hair. She was biting her lip, nodding as the boy spoke.

“I told you not to make your papa mad,” he whispered sternly.

“I didn’t mean to,” her lips trembled, gaze moving to anything but the boy before her. “It wasn’t my fault.”

The boy shook his head as he ran his hand over the forming bruise. “You gotta be more careful Cathy. What if something were to happen to ya?”

“Then let's get out of this town, Harry,” a seventeen-year old girl twirled in the headlights of an old pick-up truck. The waves crashed against the shore in the distance, the sun tenderly kissing the horizon goodbye. The girl’s blonde, messy braids whipped around her shoulder, dress bunched at her ankles. She stood before a brown haired boy, grass-stains on his jeans, leaning against the red truck. “Let’s pack up and leave after graduation next week.”

“And go where, Cathy?” The boy shook his head. “I have a job lined up on the boat and you have-”

“Nothing! I have nothing!” She threw her hands in the air. “I ain’t got nothing lined up. Just my next shift at the diner. I want to go to school, you know I do. But papa-”

“Don’t worry about your father,” the boy grabbed at the girls skirts, pulling her so close their hips touched. “I told you, I’ll protect you from your papa.”

The girl bit her lips, forest green eyes glancing over the boy's shoulder. Her face was tender but the look of caution never left. As if she wanted to believe the boy holding her but her heart refused to pay heed. “Promise?”

“I do.”

Applause thundered across the crowd, the waves beating against the rocky cliffs. The man lifted the woman's veil, tucking a piece of messy blonde hair behind her ear before gripping the back of her neck. He leaned in and placed a kiss on his lips. Whistles and wails filled the air, a screaming violin starting to play as the newly-weds walked down the aisle.

She held on her husband’s arm like a life-line, biting her lip as her father clapped the bride-groom on the shoulder. Her eyes darted around the crowd, the same look of caution from five years ago still masked her face.

It was a look that never left her face, a look that was forever present in the back on her eyes. It was the only thought Jake found he was able to form; the look of a woman who was scared. The look of a woman who was holding a secret.

And maybe she was, for that look stayed with her for all the years to come, Jake noticed. He watched Harold's and Catherine’s life play out before him, just as Harold described. The twenty plus years together. The moments of tender love, the moments of bitter fights. The squealing laughter and howling sobs. The funerals and the weddings, The slamming bottles and doors leading to nights together and alone. It wasn’t the best marriage, but what marriage is, Harold said.

They never had kids, their life centred around just the two of them, their fading love and the growing tension. Every second leading up to that moment, in a garden of muted yellows, reds, and oranges.

Flowers in her messy hair, a near fifty year old Catherine knelt before a bed of dirt. Sunglasses covered her eyes, dirt stained her knees, finger nails, and cheeks. She was silent as she worked.

A door slammed in the distance. “Catherine!”

The tension became electricity in the air. Catherine’s head snapped up as footsteps made their way to the backyard.

Jake noticed it at the exact moment she did. The wind switched directions, bells jingled off the tree tops, mystical laughter floated out from the forest on the other side of the garden.

Catherine turned slowly. The flower fell out of her hair. She tossed the sunglasses onto the ground and her bruised, deep green eyes glowed against the muted world. She walked towards the tree line, footfalls light. Laughter bubbled past her own lips and, between one step and the next, she was gone.

“... the forest swallowed her up and I knew they got to her.”

Jack was back in the bar. Everything rested as it had, and he himself wasn’t even sure if what he had just witnessed was real. Surely not, but the description and details felt real, tangible. As if, for a moment, he truly stood in Harold's memories.

“The forest was the only way out,” Harold’s eyes were wide, urgent, and the brightest things in the whole bar. “It was either through the house or the forest. And she’d been acting out for years. Always in the garden, out on her own. They got her, it's the only answer. But,” a pause, eyes shifting. “I know where she is.”

Jake swallowed, throat dry as sandpaper. “You do?”

“An island just a few miles out in sea. A rocky cliff, that's where they stay,” Harold nodded, talking more to himself than Jake. “She's there, with them. I’m taking my boat out tomorrow morning. I’m going to get her and-”

“Harold.”

Murphy’s voice was enough to make Jake jump back. He never noticed how close he had been leaning towards the old man. Just as he never realized how tightly he was holding his warm, untouched third glass of beer. He pulled his hand back, wiping it on his jeans as the pulsing in his left temple grew stronger.

As he looked around the pub, Jake took in all the faces looking his way. Eyes bounced between him and Harold, whispers and murmurs accompanying the flute and violin pair. It was only when Murphy loudly, purposely, cleared his throat that the inhabitants of the bar started to look as if they weren’t listening.

“Harold,” Murphy spoke softly, placing a hand on Harold’s tense shoulder. “I think it's time to head home, friend.”

There was a fight in Harold’s eyes, Jake could see it. That bloodshot, haunting, soulless gaze held a fire and life to them, ignited by the hatred for creatures that couldn’t exist. But the moment Murphy spoke, the moment Harold looked around the pub and saw all the eyes on him, the fire vashined. It was as quick as releasing a breath, there one minute and gone the next.

Harold held Jake’s gaze. There was still so much left unsaid, unanswered, and Jake found he didn’t want him to go. His mind and soul craved to know more about fairies and their secret world.

A laughter echoed off the rafters, and Jake realized for the first time that night how terrified and exposed he truly was.

“Tomorrow morning,” Harold grunted as he stood, the invitation loud and clear. Jake didn’t understand why Harold was inviting him along but it somehow made all the sense in the world.

With no other parting words, with not so much as a glance at any other living soul in the pub, Harold walked out. Back hunched as he disappeared over the threshold, rain and wind howling as they swallowed him whole.

A hush carried on throughout the pub for a few heartbeats. Until the flute faded back into the plucking of a guitar. Someone cheered, laughter followed, and soon the lively atmosphere of the bar was back once more. As if the haunted man with an implausible story wasn’t present a few moments before.

“Is it true?” Jake found himself asking, tongue sliding across his chapped lips. He turned in his chair, facing Murphy, who now stood behind the bar. He hoped his shaking hand wasn't noticeable as he raised his beer to his lips. “About those… about the fairies.”

The word tasted like strawberries and metal on his lips.

Murphy glanced up for the glass he was cleaning, scar strained across his cheek as he pursed his lips. “They’re urban folktales. Myths passed down through all the generations of the Harbour.”

“And his wife?”

Murphy paused. He let out a sign, placed the glass under the bar before turning to Jake. Worry and concern shinned in his eyes.

“She left him,” he explained softly, mindful of the ears around. “Packed up and left, just like that.”

“Just like that?” Jake raised an eyebrow at Murphy’s hesitation.

“There were… rumours about cheating and drunken fights but…” Murphy took a breath, crossing his arms on the bartop as he leaned in close. “Look, Harry's a good guy, difficult but good. Our families know each other well. And Cathy… well she had a hard life with her father. She wasn’t all there before she left and Harold took it hard. He still won't get help and has himself convinced the Harbour Fairies are behind it. Says he’s seen things with his own eyes that explains it.”

Jake swallowed, leg bouncing restlessly. “He’s going out tomorrow morning-”

“Yeah,” Murphy nodded solemnly. “We’ve tried to stop him, talk sense. But he won’t listen. And he’s at the age and point now where we've given up - what can ya do.”

A lot. Jake glanced around the pub, taking in the numerous people laughing, chatting, drinking. He didn’t know these people, he shouldn’t judge, but they could be doing something to help that man. He may be talking crazy but… was he?

The more Jake studied the bar, the more it felt like a fog was lifting. The pieces were falling into place. The math was suddenly starting to make sense. And Jake refused to acknowledge the answers that were before him.

“Where is she then?” Jake asked, breathing through his nose to calm his racing heart. “His wife. Catherine.”

“No one knows,” Murphy admitted. “She got out of this town, that's for sure. And no one has heard from her since.”

“No one checks in?” Jake couldn’t hide the disbelief from his voice. “No one’s tried to find out where she is or what happened.”

Murphy watched Jake for an uncomfortable moment. His eyes looked him over, mouth twisting as if to say something. But then his lips shut, he blinked, and he shrugged before pointing to the still full glass in front of Jake. “You want another?”

Jake's breath caught in his throat. Claws bit into his spine. His skin felt too tight as a breeze brushed the back of his neck, red flashing in his vision. The room was too small and too big all at once. He didn’t know why he was feeling such a way or what had brought it on. But his gut knew it was because of this town.

And he knew he wanted to get out.

The door to the pub shut as a couple walked out, but the noise still rattled against Jake’s bones as he shook his head.

“No,” he stood up, hand shaking as he pulled out some bills and tossed them on the bar. “I think I’ll call it a night actually.”

Murphy picked up the money, either not noticing the odd behaviour or choosing to ignore it as he smiled. “Well, Mr. Jake, I hope you enjoy the rest of your short stay. Maybe someday we’ll get to see you passing through the Harbour again.”

“Who knows,” Jake gave a nervous chuckle, “It seems anything is possible.”

He left the pub in shambles. The smell of ashes and fowl fish followed Jake as he made his way to the door. Tables were knocked off centre, chairs were tipped over. The banjo played too loud and slightly off key. Men and women alike stumbled over one another, drinks spilled onto the floor. Even Murphy’s slicked back pony was a mess, falling into his dark, sweat covered face.

The illusion was breaking, the corners being pulled back to show something ugly and monstrous. Something those who inhabited Higdon’s Harbour refused to acknowledge.

Jake stepped over the threshold, blood pounding through his veins. He welcomed the rain beating down on his face, the wind biting through his damp jacket and nipping at his icy skin. The door to Kay & Elle closed with a thunderous bang. The banjo and hysterical laughter was replaced by sorrowful wind and wailing rain.

He stood there for a moment, face turned towards the sky as he tried to will air into his lungs.

He needed to get out of this town.

Whatever force pulled Jake towards the pub earlier was controlled by a demon. He didn’t know what purpose it served him, to hear about Harold and the fairies… fairies that shouldn’t, didn’t, couldn’t exist…

Someone squealed and giggled across the parking lot. With a jump, heart in his throat, Jake started to make his way back to the safety of his room.

And he was almost there, just a mere few steps away, when his body suddenly felt as if it were stretched too thin. Nausea overcame him and his head spun. The rain pierced his skin like devilish needles and the wind sang a woman's lullaby in his ear. He could hear his blood pounding in his ears, thunder crashing as someone bumped into his shoulder.

It was an innocent tap, the woman clearly too captivated by the lady on her arm to notice him. But it did all the damage in the world.

“Oh!” She gasped, the sound like a thousand bells. She grabbed his arm, full-lips pulled back in an apologetic smile as all the air vanished from Jake's chest. “I’m sorry.”

He couldn't breath, the pulsing in his left temple was suddenly magnified by ten. The warmth of her hand on his arm spread through his whole body. He no longer felt the wind and rain beating against him, he was too allured by her auburn curls, high-cheekbones, and hazel eyes that glistened like moss coated in morning dew.

She was the most hauntingly beautiful creature he had ever beheld. And every part of his being begged him to run.

“Are you okay, Jake?” Her partner spoke up. They were holding one another so close, arms locked tight, it was as if they were one. Gravity pulled them together; where one moved the other followed. A simple stranger such as himself could not doubt their adoration and love.

Jake ripped his gaze away from the red-headed woman and looked at her partner. He took in her slim face, the dirty dress, and messy blonde hair pinned back with a flower.

It was then that Jake noticed that both women were completely dry.

It was then that Jake realized they knew his name.

It was then that his eyes met the blonde’s green ones, and he saw it all.

“I told you not to make your papa mad,” a seven year old boy with grass stains on his knees told the six year old girl with a bruised arm.

“I didn’t mean to,” she trembled, and Jake realized she wasn’t avoiding the boys gaze. She was looking at someone else. She was looking at the young auburn haired creature standing a few feet away, invisible to the boy and eyes tense with worry. “It wasn't my fault.”

Be more careful, the boy told her at the exact moment the creature met the girl's gaze and said, I know. I’ll protect you.

“I told you,” said a seventeen year old boy as he gripped a sixteenth year old's skirts. “I’ll protect you from your papa.”

You know he can’t, Cathy, The auburn creature said, standing over the boy's shoulder as she held the girl’s green-eyed gaze. I’ll protect you from them both.

The blonde trembled. “Promise?”

With all the power of the forest and the sea. I promise.

She was there, always there. She did all she could to keep her promise. But it seemed even she was limited in her abilities.

Jake watched Harold and Catherine's life play out once more. As the twenty plus years faded together, the moments of tender love vanished. The fights were more frequent, more aggressive than Harold let on. He stumbled home in the dark more than once, eyes bloodshot and words slurred. There were many years of fights and screams. Fists were thrown and bones were broken. And the red-head was there through it all, helping as best as she could. She cared for Cathy, tried to protect her, but it wasn’t enough.

Run away with me, Cathy. It's the only way.

And run she did.

It wasn’t a laugh that called Catherine to the forest that day in the garden as Harold’s raging voice bellowed off the walls of the house. No, it was not a laugh at all, but her name, spoken in bells and chimes, love and warmth.

Catherine stepped over the threshold of the forest, laughter on her lips, as she jumped into the arms of the beautiful red-headed fairy.

She didn’t leave, wasn’t taken. She willingly left her delusional old life for one of magic and wonder and respect.

Jake stumbled back a step, shaking off the hand of the creature before him. His head was spinning, his stomach turned and his vision blurred as he truly saw the two ladies before him. As he noticed the glow around them, the electricity that danced in their wake.

This town, these people… how could anyone let a woman suffer as Catherine did and not do anything? How could they not see what was right in front of them?

And these creatures, the fairies, Harold painted them as the demons and yet, this fairy was Catherine’s saving grace, her lover, her protector...

They shared a look, the two lovers, before turning back to him. They didn’t say another word as the fairy smiled at Jake, white teeth flashing, and blew him a kiss. They turned to leave, Catherine giving him a wink over her shoulder, before disappearing into their hotel room. Right next door to his.

Jake stumbled as fast as he could to his room, slamming the door behind him as he tried to catch his breath and will his mind to understand what the hell was going on.

It took him a few moments to realize, for the first time all night, he was completely dry.

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Light had yet to transform the morning sky when Jake sped out of the Beaumont Motel parking lot. The rain had stopped and the winds were whisked away. Grey clouds lingered in the sky, suffocating the rising sun on the horizon.

What was once a piece of art to Jake was now the ugliest thing he had ever seen.

The mountain reached its claws to the sky, holding all the trees and buildings in the palm of its hand. The roads swerved in and out of its fingers, weather-worn homes running up the forest-speckled hills, trying to escape. The ocean leaped for joy as it played with the rocky cliffs, trying to capture and destroy anything it could reach. The boats bobbed in the water, begging to be let free, while the docks pointed their fingers to the open sea, luring in any desperate and lonely souls to the corrupt town.

The ocean was painted an angry blue against the grey light. The white-capped waves pounded against anything in their way. What Jake once thought was a place of harmony, he realized now, was an illusion.

The image had been shattered, broken beyond repair.

The land had won after all, he realized now. It had conquered Higdon’s Harbour and all within it. There was no agreement, no compromise to live in peace. For nothing could truly defeat nature.

The land cackled against the last remains of the raging storm winds. For it knew the game it was playing; it knew who truly ruled the town. And it was not man.

Jake made it out before the first kitchen light flickered on. Before the inhabitants of Higdon’s Harbour woke and started about their delusional lives. His heart pounded in his chest the whole way, hands shaking as they gripped his steering wheel. Even when he passed the city line, his body refused to relax. Not as the sound of chimes echoed on and on and on in his head.

By the time Jake remembered Harold, he was long gone. And he was too far out to turn back. Too far out to hear the news, or see the headline of the Higdon’s Harbour newspaper that morning. And to hear the otherworldly laugh that accompanied it.

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just-dreaming-marvel · 4 years ago

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Out Of Time ~ 27

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Word Count: 1,500ish

Summary: A fight ensues at Stark Industries.

Y/N couldn’t do anything as Obadiah’s men came and got her. They brought her to section 16, tying her up with chains. Slowly, definitely not as fast as she would have liked, Y/N began to be able to move and feel again.

“Finally,” Obadiah begun as he walked up to his suit, “I have the last piece.”

Y/N’s eyes widen when she realized what he was holding. “No!” She shouted, thrashing around. “What did you do?”

“What I had to,” Obadiah stated as he inserted the reactor. He moved to a computer, clearly loading software into the suit. “I’m still debating on what to do with you.”

“What’s the debate?”

“You’re a very stubborn woman. I like them that way. But at the same time, you know too much.”

The two both heard and small explosion by the door, causing their heads to snapped towards it. Y/N felt relief. She knew it was SHIELD. Obadiah hurried into his suit and shut off the lights. He quickly headed into the chains behind Y/N, grabbing her and putting an armored hand over her mouth. She heard footsteps coming closer.

“Looks like you were right,” Coulson’s voice rang in her eyes. “He was building a suit.”

“I thought it’d be bigger,” she heard Pepper say.

Y/N realized that they were looking at Tony’s suit from the cave. They were going to be tricked. She heard more footsteps move around the room. The chains around them were still jingling a bit, causing Pepper to walk towards them. Pepper squinted, noticing Y/N all tied up, her eyes quickly widen.

“Oh my gosh!” She exclaimed. “Y/N!”

Coulson and the other agents quickly snapped their heads towards Pepper’s voice. Before anything could be done, the suit behind Y/N began to glow.

The suit ripped Y/N out of the chains and threw her across the room before charging at Pepper. She screamed running towards the door as the agents began shooting at the suit.

Y/N being thrown caused her to hit her head against a chain. Blood began trickling down her forehead. But she couldn’t let it stop her. Y/N worked her way out of the chains. Obadiah and his men had been stupid about one thing, they left Y/N’s weapons on her. She stood up and hobbled towards the other agents.

“Agent Rogers,” one of them said. “Are you okay?”

“It’s Y/N Barnes, Agent,” she responded. “I’m still on a mission.”

“Are you okay?” Coulson came up to her. “You’re bleeding.”

“I’ll be fine. I just need to stop Obadiah.”

“The guns don’t work on the suit.”

“You just need the right aim. Get everyone out of here and off the property. I have a feeling Tony’s on his way. We can handle it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. Go.”

The agents, including Coulson, nodded and went to go do as they were told. Y/N hurried out to find Pepper outside of the building, talking to Tony.

“Obadiah, he’s gone insane!” Pepper shouted.

“I know,” Tony said. “Listen, you’d better get out of there.”

“Pepper!” Y/N shouted, running up to her.

“Y/N!” Pepper exclaimed. “Are you okay? Oh gosh, you’re bleeding.”

“I’m fine. Is that Tony?”

“Yes.”

Y/N held out her hand. “Hand the earpiece over and get out of here. Tony and I can handle this.” Pepper quickly handed the earpiece over before running off. Y/N stuffed in her ear. “Tony! Tony, can you hear me?”

“Y/N, are you okay?” Tony’s voice rang in her ear.

“I’m fine. Are you okay? I saw the reactor. I thought—“

“I’m fine. I’m using the Mark I reactor. Thanks for saving it by the way.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Now get out of there too.”

“Not doing that. I’m suppose to protect you, remember? I’m staying, now what can I help with?” The ground began to rumble beneath Y/N. She turned around to see the ground breaking. “Tony…”

“Just get out of there!”

Obadiah in his suit crawled out of the ground. “Where do you think you’re going?” He taunted. Y/N grabbed her extra gun and started backing away. “Your services are no longer required.” Obadiah aimed his own gun at Y/N.

“Stane!” Tony shouted, but not in Y/N’s ear. He came flying in, knocking Obadiah and him back into the hole.

Y/N realized that they probably weren’t coming back anytime soon. So she ran to the edge of Headquarters.

“Coulson!” She shouted as soon as she spotted him. “Have you been getting the civilians away from the campus?”

“Not yet,” he answered.

“Well you need to. They’re fighting in the streets.” Suddenly, something caught Y/N’s eye. Two suits flying straight up into the air. “And now they’re in the air. Just great. Clear the air and the streets. I’m going go see if I can stop him from the system computers.”

Y/N turned and ran back to the building. When she arrived, she looked up to see a large mass falling from the sky and Tony struggling to fly steadily. He, not so gracefully, landed on the roof of the building.

“Barnes!” Tony exclaimed in her ear.

“Tony!” She shouted. “I’m about to head inside to see if I can shut down his suit from in there. Are you okay?”

“I’m almost out of power. I’ve got to get out of this thing. I’ll be right there.”

But before Tony could do anything, Obadiah landed on the roof. Y/N ran inside, to the nearest computer, and began hacking into it. She heard fighting and frequently had to duck to not be hit by pieces of glass or the roof, but she continued.

“Barnes?” Tony whispered into her ear.

“I’ve almost got it, Tony,” she responded. “Just hold on.”

“This isn’t working. I’m almost out of power. We’re going to have to overload the reactor and blast the roof.”

“Like the reactor beneath you?”

“Yes. Go to the central console, open up all the circuits. When I get clear of the roof, I’ll let you know. You’re going to hit the master bypass button. It’s going to fry everything up here.”

“Okay. I’m headed to the console now.”

“Make sure you wait till I clear the roof. I’ll buy you some time.”

She heard more fighting as she quickly opened all the circuits on the center console. Y/N looked up when she heard something bouncing against the glass. Tony was laying there, helmet off and crushed. Her nerves grew at the sight but she quickly finished opening all the circuits and hovered her hand over master bypass button.

“It’s ready, Tony!” She shouted, looking back up. “Get off the roof!”

Then the glass was being shot at. Tony began to fall but grabbed onto the metal beams. Y/N ducked, though still could feel herself getting scratched up.

“Tony!” Y/N screamed.

“How ironic, Tony!” She heard Obadiah yell. “Trying to rid the world of weapons, you gave it’s best one ever!”

“Y/N!” Tony shouted.

“And now I’m going to kill you with it!” Y/N heard and felt something being fired. “You ripped out my targeting system!”

“Time to hit the button!” Tony shouted.

“You said to wait!” Y/N shouted back.

“Just do it!”

“You’ll die!” She watched Tony slip, but was still holding on with one hand.

“Push it!”

Y/N took a deep breath before pushing the button and making a break for it. Once she was out of the building she turned back around in time to see Obadiah fall into the reactor and it blow.

“Tony!” Y/N began to shout. “Tony!”

She began to head inside to find some stairs, which she did pretty fast. She ran up them, two steps at a time. Once she arrived on the roof, she immediately saw him laying there.

“Tony!” She exclaimed, running over and kneeling beside him. “Tony!” She set her hands on his face, trying to see if he was conscious.

“Stark?” She heard an agent call.

“Up here!” Coulson called from the top of the staircase.

“Wake up,” Y/N pleaded. “Come on, Tony. Wake up.”

Coulson came up from behind Y/N and set his hands on her shoulders. “We need to get you checked out.”

He pulled her away, him letting her. Y/N watched as Tony was taken to get first aid, her eyes never leaving his figure until he was out of sight. Coulson took in Y/N’s appearance as he led her to get some first aid herself. She was distraught. He had only seen her like this when things about her past came up. He sighed as he helped her clean up the blood on her head. This had to have triggered something. Just what?

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skylarmoon71 · 4 years ago

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Donatello x Reader- Fanfiction Oneshot. (TMNT 2014-2016)

"Guys look what I invented!" Raph sighed when he saw you walking on the ceiling with your newest invention.

"She's at it again." he spoke, drawing in the attention of his other brothers. Donatello's eyes widened in amazement. "No way, you made gravity defying boots. "

You grinned from your upside down position, showing him a thumbs up. The beeping on your shoes made your smile drop. "Uh oh." the light changed from blue to red and you were now falling head first.

"AHHHH!!!"

Donatello rushed over, doing a flip and catching you mid air. His feet landed on the ground with a harsh thud, and you released a breath, holding unto him. "A-Are you alright!" he was surveying your body. All in all you seemed fine. You stared at him, admiring the beauty of his green eyes.

"I-I'm okay." your reply was said a bit shakily. Whether from the fall, or your slowly increasing heart beat, you couldn't tell. Donatello placed you on your feet, and Leonardo walked over, already preparing a speech. You knew that look on his face, he was about to scold you for your recklessness.

"(Y/N), you need to be careful. You could have gotten really hurt. What if we hadn't come in." You knew he was just concerned. Your head lowered. "I'm sorry Leo, I'll be careful next time." He raised his hand, patting you on the head softly. "It is pretty cool though." you looked up with a wide smile, fist pumping. Michelangelo was at your side in seconds, ready with an onslaught of questions. One of which probably included if he could borrow your boots.

Meeting the turtles was the best thing that happened to you. It was a real eye opener, that was for sure. You were an inventor at heart, testing out one of your creations. At the time you were just studying constellations and solar patterns. One night your panels picked up something strange. Whatever it was had a major energy source because it shorted your computer, as well as Donatello's equipment.

They'd been out on patrol while you were on the roof. And just ended up running into you. If your stuff hadn't overloaded Donnie's, they probably wouldn't have stopped to investigate. That was the first time you'd ever seen something so incredible. Of course when you saw them you fainted, from what you heard April had a similar reaction. But after that, when you came to, your curiosity got the better of you.

The fact that four huge mutant turtles were standing right in front of you seemed like the last thing you cared about. You just started asking questions. Like a scientist, you were inquisitive by nature. It wasn't long after that, you became quick friends with the turtles.

You and Donatello were especially close. He was just like you, always building and altering gear and technology, utilizing it to its maximum capacity. You were always helping him upgrade his inventions, and he'd give you ideas to create others to help the turtles protect the city.

Being able to explore your interest with someone who loved technology just as much as you did was all you could really ask for. So whenever you weren't working, you were down in the lair, testing out your machinery. Your boots were something you'd been working on for weeks. Unfortunately it still needed a bit of tweaking, because the battery didn't retain as much power as you hoped.

"As soon as I get it up to speed I'll lend it to you Mikey." That was all he needed to hear.

"Boyah!! I got first dibs guys!" he was already running off cheering. You pulled the boots off, studying it. "I may have to alter the size as well."

"So how was patrol?" You asked surveying your equipment.

"Nothing we couldn't handle." Raph said boastful, biting down on the toothpick at the corner of his mouth.

"I'm sure. Well while you guys were gone I ordered pizza." That was all you needed to say because pretty soon they were all headed to the other room to devour their favorite food. You laughed at how quickly the room cleared. Splinter walked out, his tail swishing slowly behind him.

"(Y/N), it's always nice to have you with us. However I'd advised against indulging my sons in that unhealthy food." He probably regretted ever introducing them to it, because it seemed like that was all they ever ate.

"Even if I didn't you know they'll still get their hands on some." he sighed.

"I suppose you're right." He looked at you like there was something else he needed to say.

"Is there something wrong?" He shook his head, a smile gracing his lips.

"I'm just very grateful for you." the statement caught you by surprise.

"T-Thank you Master Splinter." It really did mean a lot to you that he thought so.

"I should be the one thanking you. Not many people are willing to accept my sons. They are extraordinary, but society has a very focused view on what is right and wrong. This world could use more people like you and Ms. O' Neil." you could understand where he was coming from.

"I know what you mean. Growing up I dealt with my fair share of ridicule. I guess to the other kids I was always just weird. " At a young age you'd seen things different. While kids were playing on slides and swings, you were solving mind puzzles and complex math sums. Technology was easier for you to figure out that people.

You glanced at the turtles eating happily from the other room talking among themselves. Your gaze lingered on the purple clad one maybe a little longer than necessary. When you realized you turned back to Splinter, who was wearing a suspicious smile.

"I'll leave you to it then." and with that he was walking away, hands behind his back.

"Hmmm?"

Sometimes you wished you could read his mind.

"Hey (Y/N), come and get a slice before they devour all." Donatello's words made you run over.

"Save some for me!" You spent a while wrestling to get a slice. Dropping down next to Donatello. her persisted to tell you some of the upgrades he was thinking of making in the lair. His computer set up was pretty impressive already, but just because something worked didn't mean it couldn't be further modified. Donnie was always thinking ahead.

"Just imagine if we made four of those boots of yours!" he sounded excited, letting out a laugh and a cute little snort. You paused for a second, and he pushed up his glasses, a little embarrassed at the sound that left him. You watched him with glowing red cheeks.

"OH MY GOODNESS WHY IS HE SO CUTE!!!"

If you hadn't already swallowed your pizza you would have probably choked on it. Who knew the nerdy little turtle would have such an effect on you.

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Mikey was patting his stomach, clearly content. You smiled, gathering the empty boxes of pizza to carry to the trash. Donatello caught you struggling with about seven boxes, still trying to stack more. "Let me help you." you nodded, and he took a couple from your hand, following you out the room. You walked with him, a comfortable silence gathering.

"What were you and Sensei talking about earlier, it looked pretty serious." His question caused you to slow down a little.

"Umm, not much. He was just saying he's glad I'm around. He also said I should stop buying so much pizza for you guys." you gestured to the boxes in your hand, causing a shy smile to rise on Donnie's face.

Upon reaching the trash area, you dumped the boxes in the bin. Donnie did the same.

"Well I am glad you're here." you looked over at Donnie, who suddenly seemed a bit flustered.

"I-I mean we're all glad you're here." he corrected, fidgeting. You watched him fiddle, your heart giving a slow flutter. Donnie really was the cutest. Maybe it was the glasses, but every time he looked at you, your chest would constrict in the most pleasant way. Hearing him say he enjoyed having you around was another plus. It did give you slight hope. Maybe he reciprocated your feelings. "I'm glad too." you replied, skipping back to the lair. Donnie's eyes followed as you moved through the sewer, a content feeling settling in his chest.

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"Hey Raph, Leo." you waved at both brothers entering. Raph looked up from tying the bandages around his hand, greeting you. "Hey what's up."

"Not much, I just needed to borrow some material for a something I'm thinking about. Where is Donnie?" At the mention of his name, Raph moved closer, dropping a hand on your shoulder as he leaned in. "You know, you always run to Donnie's room whenever you get here. I'm starting to wonder if ya have a little thing for him." you sputtered, backpedaling.

"W-What No! That's No!" you shouted. Your yells earned a look from Leo, who was now very curious.

"If you're looking for Donnie he's in the training room with Mikey." Leo said almost on instinct. Did he know as well that you always gravitated to Donnie. How could you be so obvious? And here you thought you were covering your little crush well. You frowned at the smug look Raph sent you, putting his toothpick back in his mouth as you basically sprinted out the room, cheeks quickly turning red.

"Stupid Raph."

If he figured it out, maybe Donnie did too. What if he knew the entire time and just didn't say anything.

"That's crazy, stop it stupid brain!" you tried to rid the thoughts. You did like Donnie, but if he found out and things got awkward, you wouldn't be able to deal with that.

When you got to the training room, you froze at the door, just staring. Mikey and Donnie were sparring. You stood watching every move, flip, punch that Donnie delivered. Sometimes you forgot that he wasn't just smart, but also a very skilled fighter. The way he attacked so efficiently, carefully calculating every hit, retaliating with his bo staff. Your heart was definitely pounding now.

"He's incredible."

You weren't sure how long they had been going at it, but after a few more minutes they stopped. Donnie had successfully knocked Mikey off his feet. "I win." Donnie said with a cute little grin.

He held out his hand, and Mikey took it, standing to his feet. They high fived and that's when their focus was drawn to you.

"(Y/N)?" Donnie called in question. You were still standing there gawking. You blinked a couple times, then cleared your throat.

"N-Nice moves." you commended. Mikey puffed out his chest. "Well you know, what can I say, gotta impress the ladies. " At this point he was flexing every muscle on his body, yet all you could see was the thin layer of sweat Donnie was wiping off his forehead. The action made his biceps bulge. A short breath left you. You licked your lips, enjoying the sight of his very muscular body. You swallowed, hoping you weren't being too obvious. Because right now you couldn't help it. Someone so adorably hot shouldn't be allowed to live on the planet.

"This should be a crime."

Somehow Donnie had moved without you realizing, because he was directly in front of you, adjusting his glasses to check your vitals. "(Y/N) do you have a fever!" He sounded worried.

"Your heart rate is elevated as well as your temperature. Not to mention how red your cheeks are. You need to lie down. " he didn't give you a chance to argue, picking you up and carrying you to his room.

When he stepped in he laid you on the bed gently, before turning and searching around his room for medicine. He picked up a packet of tablets, as well as a bottle of water, dropping it on the desk, moving back to get a piece of cloth. When he got back to you he was unscrewing the cork of the bottle to wet the cloth.

"Just lay down and I'll-" because he'd been bouncing around so quickly you weren't able to stop him. Now that he was sitting right next to you, you took his hand, halting his actions.

"Donnie, I'm fine. I don't have a fever." His head tilted to the side. He pulled back down the goggles to scan you again. When he raised it, he looked confused. "I-It's back to normal. But you were just really warm. How did it go down so quickly. " he put down the bottle, still sitting on the ground before you. He reached over, placing his hand to your neck. He really was a sweetheart.

"The reason I was so warm wasn't because I have a fever."

"Then why?" he asked.

"It's..because of you Donnie.." you breathed.

"Because of me?" As smart as he was, he probably wouldn't figure out what you were trying to say. Your legs dangled off the edge of the bed. With you sitting upright, and Donnie on the floor, you were right about his height from your position.

Throwing caution to the wind, you leaned forward, hands smoothening over his shoulders. Donnie just sat there, clearly alarmed at how close you were getting. You closed the space between you, eyes shut tightly as you pressed your lips to his. You didn't stay connected long. After a few seconds you pulled back to gauge his reaction. Truth is you weren't sure what type of reaction he would have, but you were tired of hiding how you felt.

"I love you Donatello."

"I said it!"

Donnie was still silent, you sort of expected as much. He just stared at you. When he finally did speak, it came out hesitantly. "Y-You...love me..?" you nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. "I do." you confessed. He was quiet again, and you wished you could read what his eyes were telling you, because it was lost on you.

Despite that, you reached up slowly, taking off his glasses so you could get a better look at his gorgeous eyes. You placed them on the bed next to you, moving over to sit right between his legs. Now that you had a clearer view of Donnie's eyes, you noticed that they were dilated. That fact just made your heart pick up. You leaned in again, wrapping your hand around his shoulders this time as you kissed him.

This kiss was slower, passionate. You were conveying everything he made you feel since you'd met him. Every time he made your heart beat spike, pulse quicken, breath hitch.

All your emotions combined in one, just for him. When his muscled arms moved around your body, you swooned. You could tell he was cautious, because with his strength he could easily hurt you. Donnie held you softly, earning an appreciative sound from your throat. He finally started to respond, eyes closing, pulling you as close as you could get. Pretty soon you were gripping at his body, kisses hot and heavy.

All your pent up energy was coming out. You were shocked you were able to go so long without oxygen. The way you were kissing him made him lightheaded. It was if he were the air you needed to breathe. Your tongue darted out, hands moving to the back of his head to keep him right where you wanted him.

You were moaning softly, brows furrowing as you tasted him. So sweet, just like his adorable personality. Your hands ventured over his plastron, and this time Donnie moaned. The sound caused your stomach to coil in anticipation. When you finally pulled away, you were gasping in mouthfuls of air. Donnie did the same, chest heaving in equal pace to yours. As you tried to catch your breath, your eyes stayed trained on his soft lips. Partially wet with saliva from your most recent session.

"I...had no idea that you.." his sentence was incomplete, due to his panting, but you could put the words together. He obviously wasn't aware of your feelings. This entire time he'd been pining after you, and you'd felt the same way. Donnie scolded himself for not saying something earlier. All along he could have been kissing your deliciously plump lips.

"I'm sorry it took so long." you spoke. Now that your breathing returned to normal. You could think a bit clearer. He shook his head.

"It's okay.I-I just thought that because I'm a mutant and you're..you're.." he didn't finish the sentence, eyes moving to the floor.

"I never saw the need to try.." he lamented. His broken tone really made you want to cry. Of course he was insecure. He was a mutant turtle. You guessed he just expected everyone to judge him for what he was. You reached over, lifting his eyes to you.

"I don't care what you are Donnie. In my eyes, you're just.." you paused, looking for the right words. There were way too many to describe him. So you just settled for the first ones to pop into your head.

"Incredibly hot." you whispered. He gulped, obviously noticing the growing need in your eyes. You leaned in, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Intelligent." you pressed another kiss, this time a bit lower.

"Caring," a kiss to his neck. "Sexy." you were trailing kisses down his neck, and Donnie was having a very difficult time keeping his heart rate under control. Your head lifted, and this time you kissed him firmly on the lips. "Mine." you thought.

You stayed there, safe in his arms, exchanging long overdue kisses. People in this society would probably never accept what he was, but you'd love him, no matter what. And at the moment, that's all he could really care about.

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connordavidscamera · 5 years ago

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Is She Your Girl? | Connor Brashier

College (B)Romance part 2

A/n: this baby is inspired by that beautiful picture of Connor on the roof. Thank you, bubba, for that beautiful moment. Also, the last scene is a homage to my precious Rina!

Summary: You’re Connor’s girl, but are you his girlfriend?

Warnings: internal angst, very very fluffy ending, slight jealous!Connor, literally this is a fluff overload, with like just a little bit of insecure!Connor

Word count: 3.5k

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“Hey, Connor, can I ask you a question?” Y/n hugs her knees, looking off at the sun that’s slowly setting.

“Anything,” I shift, leaning back on my hands. I keep my eyes on the side of her face, the light is hitting her perfectly. I have to force myself not to stare at her lips while she talks.

“Well,” she picks at the frayed edges of her jeans and lets out a deep breath before turning to look at me. “So… uh.”

“Y/n,” I sit back up, placing my hand over hers that’s still playing with the rips at her knee. “What’s going on, honey?”

She laughs nervously, turning her head away from me. “God, why is this so difficult?”

“What is?” I nudge her shoulder with my head, “What’s wrong?”

She mumbles something into her pant leg, but I can’t quite make out what she says.

“I’m sorry, what? I didn’t quite catch that.”

“We’ve been hanging out a lot,” she says simply, facing me once again.

“We have,” I confirm with a single nod.

“And I’ve really enjoyed it. Like, immensely so –”

“You sound like you’re breaking up with me,” I raise my eyebrow questioningly at her.

“That’s the thing. How could I even do that if we’re not –” She’s cut off by the door to the house swinging open quite aggressively.

But I know exactly what she was going to say. How could I even do that if we’re not together? And I can’t even be mad about it. Because we’re not – not technically. We haven’t kissed yet. But we’ve been on dates – sorta. The guys always find a way to show up when we’re out together, so it’s more of a group event, I guess. And she’s let me hold her hand, until Brian points it out and I pull my hand away, frustrated that in the month that we’ve been going out, I have yet to just get her by myself. So, I guess, no. We’re not dating. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to be.

“There you guys are!” Shawn exclaims. “Brian, they’re out here!” he calls back into the house.

Y/n smiles sweetly back at Shawn who is now squeezing in the small space between us. “Hey Shawn,” she says quietly.

“Y/n, sweetheart, I have to ask you something. You’re free to say no, but just know it might break my heart.”

I roll my eyes, “Mendes, we were kinda in the middle of something here,” I say, trying to push him back inside with just a pointed glare.

He ignores me. Asshole.

“So, what do you say, y/n? You in?” Brian asks, coming out of the house, slamming the door shut behind him.

“In for what?”

“Shawn, you didn’t ask?”

“I was just about to! Chill out!” He turns his attention back to y/n who is looking back and forth between my two friends. “Brian and I were about to go to the arcade, we wanted to know if you wanted to go with us.”

“Con, you too.”

Yeah, like I’d ever leave her alone with you two morons.

“Actually, she and I were –”

“Sure, guys. That sounds fun.”

“Great! Connor?” Shawn looks back to me and I shrug.

Guess we’ll just have to finish this conversation later. “Yeah, sure. Let’s go.”

“I’ll drive,” Brian says, bounding off the porch. “Y/n gets shotgun.”

“What? Why?” Shawn whines.

“Because she doesn’t change my music in the middle of a song,” he says pointedly, unlocking his car. “You guys coming or what?” he asks with his arms wide open as we all slowly stand from our spots on the porch.

“Don’t be an ass! Let Connor sit with his girl.”

“Actually, I’ll sit up front. But only if Brian lets me pick the music this time.”

He groans, “Fine. But no sappy lovers shit or I swear to god, I will drive us off a bridge.”

“Well,” she says, patting his chest before making her way around to the passenger side. “Then I guess you better find a tall bridge.”

“NO!” He complained and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’m kidding. I’m kidding! I have great music taste.”

“Connor, does she?” Brian asks, slipping into the car before I even get the chance to answer.

“Well, I’ve only ever had to ask her to change one song, so that’s something.”

“Alright, fine. You can pick the music.”

---

“Hey, Shawn, you can play guitar, right?” Y/n asks as she stops in front of the guitar hero game console.

He nods, “I don’t want to brag, but I’d like to thing I’m pretty good at it.”

“You wanna play me?”

“You can play?”

“A real guitar? No. However, I never lost a game when I used to play with my cousins as a kid.”

“Alright, bet. What do I get if I win?”

“What do you want?” She asks, already changing the settings on her guitar.

“Hmm…” he looks over to Brian and smirks. I don’t like that and I know I won’t like what’s about to come out of his mouth. “I wanna take you on a date.”

I growl, and stare down my tall friend. I’m gonna kill him. Y/n looks back at me, her eyes wide in shock. I know what mine will say, so I look down. “Something else,” she mutters. “Please.”

“Alright, alright. Loser pays for the ice cream when we get out of here.”

“That I can deal with. Pick a song, Mendes.”

“You okay there, Brash? Your clenching your jaw a little tight there,” Brian claps my shoulder but I shrug him off, watching y/n and Shawn together. “Oh. I see. You’re jealous.”

“Fuck off, Craigen. I’m not jealous.” I turn around, moving farther away from them so that they don’t hear us. Not that they’re even paying attention to us.

“No? So then why have you been giving Shawn the death glare since he asked her for a date?”

I face my red-headed friend and exhale deeply. “Because she’s with me.”

“Yeah, but is she your girlfriend?”

I scoff, “I bring her around the house. I introduced you guys to her. I hang out with her every day. She’s with me.”

“That doesn’t answer my question. Is she your girlfriend?”

God, I want to punch him. “No,” I grumble.

“Then can you really be mad?”

“Yes! Because you guys know I like her! And it’s like… bro code or some shit. You don’t ask out your friend’s girl. You just don’t.”

“Well maybe, and it’s just a suggestion, but maybe you need to finally ask her out.”

“Is that why he asked her out?”

He shrugs, “Maybe it is. Maybe he asked her out to kick your ass into gear. Maybe Shawn and I like having her around. Maybe we like seeing the way you are with her.”

“What if I ask her and she says she doesn’t want to?”

He shrugs, “That’s just a risk you have to be willing to take. But… man, I have seen the way she looks at you? It’d be a shock to everyone if she said she didn’t want to be with you.”

“I want to ask her,” I say. “But I want to do it right. I want to do it my way. On my terms. Not because you and Shawn think I’m taking too long.”

“Okay. But I think you already know that she’s not gonna wait forever.”

I nod. I do know that. And I don’t plan on keeping this weird in between going on for much longer.

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I grunted in frustration, closing my laptop. “This is useless.” I run my hands over my face and lean back against my headboard. “Fuck it,” I say, knowing I don’t have a choice. I head down the hallway and knock on the semi-open door closest to the stairs.

“Come in!”

“Shawn, I need your help.” I say, pushing the door open, guitar in my hand.

He looks me up and down with a curious glance. “What’s up?”

“I need you to teach me how to play this song. I’ve watched countless videos of the same chord progression for the past three hours and I still can’t seem to get it.”

He nods and strides to the other side of the room where his guitar sits. “What song?”

“You and Me.”

He clears his throat, most likely to cover the chuckle that was bound to come up. “Any particular reason you’re learning that one?”

I tilt my head to the side, “You know why.”

“Y/n?”

“Yeah,” I say lowly.

“She likes the song?”

“She’s mentioned it once or twice.”

“Sit down,” he gestures toward the edge of his bed.

“Is this how you’re planning on asking her to be your girlfriend?” He asks after another hour of plucking at the strings.

“Is it too much?” I question, suddenly overthinking the whole thing.

“I don’t know. But I do think she’ll love it.”

I hope so.

“Hey, Con?”

“Hmmm?” I look back at the strings, silently calling out the chords in my head as I move my fingers across the neck.

“I’m sorry about asking her out.”

“It’s fine,” I shake my head.

“It’s not. But I really only did it to –”

“I know. To get my ass in gear. It worked.”

“If it’s any consolation, Brian and I think she’s really good for you.”

“Thanks,” I say, and I mean it.

“So, when are you gonna ask her?”

I sigh, still plucking at the strings. “Once I get this song down.” I curse a few minutes later, “Shit. I didn’t think this through. I can’t sing.” I look up at my friend with pleading eyes. “Shawn, you have to sing it for me.”

He just shakes his head. “No. I can’t do that.”

“Why not? You have a great voice. Please. I don’t want to embarrass myself.”

“It won’t mean anything if I sing it. It has to be you. It’s your moment. I promise, you won’t make a fool of yourself.”

“How do you know?”

He shrugs, “I don’t. But I know that even if you did, she’d still say yes.”

“You guys keep saying that, but how can you be so sure?”

Shawn just laughs. “Bro, how have you not noticed? Do you see the way she looks at you?”

“No.” Why do they keep saying that too? How does she look at me?

“I know you’re gonna think I sound crazy. But she looks at you like you hung the moon, and you hung it just for her.”

I want to tell him no. I want to shake my head. I want to tell him that he’s wrong. That there is no way she looks at me the same way I look at her. Because there is no reason for her to have fallen for me like I have for her. But if that was the case, then why the hell am I doing this? Learning this song, practicing for hours? Why am I doing it if I think she’s just going to say no? And the only answer I come up with is that even though 98% of me thinks she won’t want me back, there’s still that 2% that believes she will.

I’m siding with the 2% because it might kill me if I don’t.

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“Connor, why are we on the roof?” Y/n asks, taking my hand as she follows behind me to the other side, where I have everything set up.

“It’s much quieter up here than it is in that house.”

She laughs and nods, “Can confirm that there has never been a moment of silence since I’ve been coming around.”

“Yeah, if I’m being honest, I think they got even louder once I started bringing you around. A little more obnoxious too, hitting on you every five seconds.”

“They do not!” she denies and I give her a pointed glare.

“Babe, come on. You’re telling me you haven’t noticed?”

“No, I – Connor?” Her eyes land on the blanket, guitar and picnic basket I have set up, facing toward the still bright sun. “What is all this?”

“A third date? A real one. Without the uninvited guests.”

She snorts out a laugh and covers her mouth, turning her face away from me. God, I wish she’d stop doing that. I want to see her. So I place my palm on the cheek farthest from me and turn her head back, until our eyes meet.

“Have I ever told you that you’re beautiful?” I muse.

She looks down and hums. “Thank you.”

“Uh, have a seat,” I gesture to the blanket, letting her choose which side.

“It’s pretty out here,” she says looking out across the town. You can’t see much from here, just a bunch of suburban houses and if you look off to the right, you can see the university basking in a halo of the setting sun. But I can only see the way the light hits her face now. The orange and yellow hues highlighting the highest points of her face, making her look even more angelic than usual.

“Yeah,” I agree, not taking my eyes off her. “It is.” She looks back at me with a soft smile and I might have melted a little bit. “What?”

She shakes her head, “Nothing. I just – I like you in white,” she nods toward my plain white shirt. “And a cap,” she laughs softly.

“Thanks,” I say awkwardly, but I’m making a mental note to wear white more often and make sure I always have a cap handy. And now I’m kinda wondering what she would look like in my hat. I bet she’d look cute. There’s not a doubt in my mind that she wouldn’t.

“So, you said you brought me up here because it was quiet, but if you wanted quiet, you could have picked a multitude of places. So why here?” She asks after we’ve finished eating the snack foods that I had packed in the picnic basket.

“Um,” I lean back, resting on my elbows, squinting a little at the sun that’s beginning to set. “I guess because it’s my favorite place. It’s where I come to think when things get a little too messy.” I clear my throat, “Been coming up here a lot recently, if I’m being honest.”

She’s looking at me, her head resting against her knees. “What’s so messy, Brash?”

I swallow the growing lump in my throat and let out a deep breath. “I guess us.”

“Us? Right. I’ve been wanting to talk to you about that.”

“I know. And before you do, I just – can I play something for you?” I reach for the guitar behind me and she bites back a smile. “I was wondering when that would come into the picture.”

I let out a nervous laugh. “Is that a yes?”

She nods, “Sure, Connor. Play me something.”

“Alright…. Um. I just want to throw it out there, I am not by any means a singer.”

She laughs that beautiful laugh and I’m even more nervous. “I won’t hold it against you.”

“Okay… here goes nothing.”

I strum the first chords, still completely nervous. It’s not until the first few lines leave my mouth that I get a small bead of confidence.

“What day is it? And in what month, this clock never seemed so alive.”

I focus on the strings for the first half of the song, too afraid to look up at her, too afraid to see her reaction. Because I don’t think my heart could take it if she completely hated it.

“I’m tripping on words. You got my head spinning; I don’t know where to go from here.”

She shifts a little and I can feel her stare on me. Not my hands, but on my face – or what would be my face if I just… looked…. Up.

Her eyes and brimmed with tears, but the smile on her face tells me that they aren’t sad tears. So I keep going.

“There’s something about you now. That I can’t quite figure out. Everything she does is beautiful. And everything she does is right.” I make sure that in that exact moment, I am looking into her eyes. I’m making sure that she knows. Knows that I mean every word that I’m saying, even if I’m completely butchering the song in the process. “Cause it’s you and me. And all of the people with nothing to do. Nothing to lose. And it’s you and me. And all of the people, and I don’t know why I can’t keep my eyes off of you.”

She’s sniffles when I finish. “Connor?”

I breathe out shakily. “Okay, I know I said you could talk after I finished the song. And I hate interrupting you. And I promise to give you all the time to talk, I just. I need to say this now before I totally chicken out. Because honestly, I am a fucking coward, and –”

“Connor, kiss me.”

“What?” I stop mid-rant, staring at her face, searching for any sign that she’s joking.

“Kiss me,” she says again, and I hear the way her voice shakes.

“Y/n.”

“Please,” she begs. And in this moment, with her eyes puffy, and lips a vibrant pinkish red – either from the tears or from biting them, which I’ve noticed she has a habit of doing – and the setting sun illuminating the tear streaks on her face, I realize that I can’t deny her.

Not this. Not anything. So taking in a heavy breath, I lean in. Her eyes close when my skin meets hers. I lift her chin with my thumb and index finger, closing my eyes too. “Are you sure?” I ask, my lips are already brushing against hers with every word.

And if I thought hearing my name leave her lips was the hottest thing I’ve ever heard – well, feeling my name leave her lips was on a complete other level of hot. And now mine are on hers and it’s heated and passionate, but also longing, and okay, maybe, a little desperate, too. But what can I say? Her lips are taking me to places I’ve never been and I don’t want to pull away. I don’t want this to end.

Her hands are fisting the front of my shirt, pulling me closer; she’s just as desperate as me and that only encourages me. I take a risk and nibble on her bottom lips. The sound she makes – holy fuck, the sound she makes.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” I blurt out when we finally pull away for breath.

She’s nodding, her eyes still shut so tight. “Open your eyes, honey?” I beg her, cradling the side of her face.

She whimpers and grasps my wrist, keeping me locked where I am. “I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m scared that if I do, this will all go away… I don’t want it to go away.”

I sigh and lean forward; I press a gentle kiss to her temple and let my lips linger on her skin for a minute. “I’m not going anywhere. Open your eyes for me. Need to see you.”

She does it, finally, and I’m content. I know that right now, right this very second, is everything I’ve ever needed. “Let’s watch the sunset,” I say and she nods.

“Okay.”

“Can I lay in your lap?” I ask sheepishly.

“Sure,” she smiles, turning back to face the sun, legs stretched out in front of her. I remove my cap and lay on my back, my head resting comfortably on her thigh, watching the sky slowly get darker and darker. I pull my phone from my pocket and take a picture before the sun disappears behind the trees. “Yes,” she says after a while.

“Huh?” I look up at her pretty face. Her fingers thread through my hat hair with a fond smile.

“Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend.”

I sit up so fast I think I gave us both whiplash. “Wait. Seriously?”

“Yeah,” she chuckles. “Seriously.”

“I – well, I – fuck. I don’t know what to say. Like – I wasn’t… I wasn’t expecting you to say yes.”

“Why wouldn’t you? Connor, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

I smile at that. “I can’t stop thinking about you either.”

“Okay… now, are you gonna kiss me again, because I think I really like the wa your lips feel against mine.”

I laugh and I don’t know if it’s from that confession or the fact that I feel the same about her lips, or because this is actually happening and it’s completely absurd that it’s happening to me of all people. But no matter the reason, I still lean in and capture her lips over and over again.

Girlfriend, I think to myself. Y/n’s my girlfriend and I couldn’t think of anything better.

“Brashier!” My name is called from the ground and I know exactly who it is. Fucking Brian. “Did she say yes?”

I lied. A little privacy would have made this better. But she’s still my girlfriend. And I choose to focus on that instead.

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floette777 · 4 years ago

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Don't poke the Mama bear!

This is my first Hazbin hotel fanfic. Sorry if its too long, But I hope you enjoy it!😊

Character info:

Nickname: Nunya ( At first was use for being sarcastic to strangers asking for her name but starting to keep it), Mama(The kids) , Mama bear, sugar bear(Valentino) , Thicc mama(Valentino again and Angel just for fun) Thicc cheeks(Val STOP!)

Secret Real name: Lakisha

When/Cause of death: 1970-1997 blood loss and burns.

When Lakisha was a human and alive, She was a mother of 2 boys one is age 2 other is 8. She was happily married with her husband until she discover he cheated on her with a woman by seeing him in recorded video from her friend who sneakily spying on him showing he's with a woman kissing then he jokingly made fun about his wife for being too naive.

Angrily and heartbroken she decided to get a divorce and kick him out instead of forgiving him. But weeks later at night when the family is sleeping her ex-husband came back with his home-wreaking girlfriend to sneak in the house to murder her for insurance money and the kids for not wanting to pay child support.

After they done the job they started to burn the house to make it look like a fire related accident. While they busy making the fire unknowing to them Lakisha was still alive but barely struggle enough strength to stand.

She lost it when she saw her kids dead with blind rage she changed at her husband and the woman with a knife they left on the floor they use to kill the family and stab them brutally. She was too blinded by her own rage while stabbing them not knowing the fire rising around her causing the house roof to collapse on her and killed her.

After death Lakisha tragically separated from her kids and sent to hell for murder. Out of sadness , angry and confusion of seeing her arms turned to bear she wonders in hell thinking of her kids and why she deserves this harsh punishment.

Not long while walking around feeling lost in hell, Demons see her and starting to harassing her by still keeping some of her human appearance after death. Soon her rage builds greatly be the continuing harassment that cause her to snap to started slashes the demons with her claws then crush some of them by her hand with heavy objects she grab around her with physical strength.

Her intense blind rage cause her to have so much physical power that she end up knocked down building with her fist or punch a demon so hard make it to launch towards the building cause it to knock down. Powerful demons who try to defeat her get severely injured or kill by her claws.

Without her knowing news filming her carnage cause overlords to notices her. Most of them don't care about it while some are starting to take interest in her and keep a close eyes on her.

After there's no more demons come to attacking her, her rage fades and starting to get depress thinking of her kids that she'll never see again and wonders the streets. Not for long she took a job to be a meat cutter after a butcher see and amaze by her quick cutting skills slicing the flesh off the bone of a animal she hunts.

He want to know her name and she jokingly call herself Nunya but the butcher didn't notice it and starting to calling her that. She so mentally exhausted to care to correct him and just keep it as her nickname besides she's not comfortable to give her real name strangers especially demons. He call himself Butcher. (I know lazy am I right?) Who also don't like revival his real name.

She accepted his offer since It's useful for her to get easy money and food since she doesn't really enjoy killing even though she hates to admit that it is a good stress reducing at times.

He show and gave her apartment since the demon who lives there not too long ago left the area out of fear after seeing her wonders around the area then remembering facing her and in up with close to fatal wounds by her claws. She thanks Butcher and walk inside thinking of resting before work while having thoughts of her kids thinking if they doing well in heaven.

While working she been visit by other strong demons who wanted her to join them but she shrug it off and didn't care about getting more turf since she have already have a apartment roomie enough for her so she good for now and plus she enjoy her freedom to do whatever she want. Some will not take no for answer and try to force her to join.. Well, Let's just say they didn't come out in one piece.

She heard about overlords from Butcher while she working cutting meats warns her saying "You better be careful out there and not make your anger blinded you especially if you ran to a overlord."

She look at him confuse "Overlord?". Butcher nods "They're far more stronger then the other powerful demons you faces, It be suicide to go facing one of them, So be careful." She stare at him and nods, she doesn't care much about the warnings but keep a eye out.

Valentino was the first overlord she met and Boy she dislike him greatly. Nunya was walking around the city avoiding crowded places to not get attention to herself and cause unnecessary fights since she like her alone time while being free from work today. She fails at that.

Soon a red Limo slowly stop beside her but she pay no mind kept on walking. If its another demon try to fight her, It will regret it greatly once she get her hands on them for trying ruin her day off work.

She hear the glass window of the limo going down but didn't look back and kept walking. But she pause her walk after a voice of a man call out to her saying something that want to rip the throat of this person who saids it.

"Hey baby, Where your fine thick bear a** going." She slowly turn around ready to slash the face off whoever saids it. Then see a man sitting in the back of the limo wearing a something like a trash rich pimp she see in movies when she's alive, Giving her a flirtation smirk. While a woman who wearing things that doesn't look like clothes to her since it barely cover her body, sitting on his lap but got off after that red pimp moves her away while he got Nunya's attention.

"Don't call my that, If you want to lose your face." She say after fully turns around staring at him in the eyes with full of anger and annoyance.

He creepy smile with amuse of her anger. "Ooh feisty~ I like that in a woman." He lick his teeth while looking at her, She cringe at that. He continues " I been watching you baby and let's just say, I enjoy that spicy spirit when I saw you on video."

"What!? Video!? You telling me this city have security camera around her!? She turn her head to looks around at building her to see if she spots one. He ignore her question and continue. "I couldn't stop seeing you in action, ripping your enemies apart, slashing them till there nothing but pile of flesh and kicking them hard that makes your big booty jiggles."

She stare at him in horror and disgusted having her claw out ready to kill him. He unfazed by her and continues "You also still having your human appearance that's make you even more desirable. I want to part of my minions and don't worry I take great care of you. You'll be one my top assistant. So what do you say baby cakes."

She stare at with even more disgust. "GRRR, How about a great big more like a giant fat NO!! An take your creepy perverted behind self an your pimp wagon an SCRAM!!!" Then she fast walking away from him to get as far away as possible from him. Valentino was surprised at her out-burst then started to laugh by amusement. He yell out for her saying "My Offer is still in the table baby, I be waiting for you Thicc cheeks!"

She pause her fast mid walk then quickly turn to look at him glaring at him angrily. "Call me that again, I'll rip your balls out." Valentino look her up and down then say "Wow, I didn't even know you're that kinky thicc cheeks".

Nunya have enough of his perverted nicknames then make a bear roar then charged to crush him and the Limo he's in but it drove off before she got the chance. Valentino yell out saying "I see you soon thicc cheeks!" Nunya right eye twitching while watching the limo drove off and she hoping heavily to never see the perverted demon again.

Unknowning to her since she didn't buy a T.V yet. She was on the news again today showing her her yelling and threatening overload Valentino ready to fight him. "And there the video! Crazy right, The raging bear woman have to be one retarded demon to yelling at a overlord! Do she have a death wish!? I do hope so, It give me more action and bloodshed in the news if that happens!" While laughing.

Unlucky for Nunya, Because of that video that the news video showing her yelling at Val" A overloads who watches her on a news video is taking a even more interests in her smiling sinister while watching the video.

She return to work next day right after she step in the meat market, Butcher came toward her saying " Are you insane!?

She look at him confuse. "What are talking about?" Butcher wiping the sweat with his cloth and explain. "The news of you arguing at Overlord Valentino!" She look horrify at him. "You tell me that man a overlord?"

Butcher look at her and nod. "I couldn't blame you of being scare. Realized you just coming face 2 face with a overlord can be one of the most terrifying thing in hell but You luck he didn- but was stop by Nunya. "l wasn't scare about him being a Overlord, I'm more upset that I can't easily kill that pervert pimp the next time I see him!"

Soon she pause."Wait, I'M ON THE NEWS!?!?

A while after that mess with discover the perverted pimp is a overlord and her being on the news that she or butcher didn't know how able to film and put it on t.v so quickly.

She thankfully didn't met with any overlords especially Valentino yet for awhile knowing she might not be lucky next time if the a overlord not gonna take her refusing to join them and take her by force. She will fight to not be a toy to let them do what they want with her. She knows she can't beat a overlord but she will not back down even if it's kill her.

Years later she still thinking of her kids and sadden she will never see her kids and family again. She is still thankful her kids are in a safe place and not down here with her in this horrible place.

She still have the hatred of her ex-husband and that home-wreaker woman. She knows their somewhere in hell but not going to bother searching for them to kill them all over again since its a waste of her time and he kinda forgave them for murdering her, But she NEVER forgive them for taking her childrens life. If she see one of them, She make sure cut them in diced and feed them to hellhounds for murdering her kids.

While walking back to work to the meat market she then saw the scorpion child a cross the street begging for food then she see a demon harshly shoved the child to the ground while laughing. Out of shock and rage she quickly went over then grab the demon by lifting it by the head saying threatening "If I ever see you put your nasty hands or hurting a child again, I will rip you apart, NOW SCRAM!!!" She throw the demon into the sky far away and don't care where the demon landed.

Xosa look amazed seeing the demon who harm her throw up to in the sky then look back Nunya amaze but and look at her confusion. "W-why you help me? Mother say, i-it's normal for demon to be c-cruel and hitting me. It's part of life in hell." She saids while nervously look up at the bear demon waiting for a answer.

Nunya look at a little shock that the little girl's mother said to her being harm is normal but quickly changed her expression. "Just because I'm in hell doesn't means it's ok to harm childrens. Beside it's disgust me how they treated anybody who defenseless and desperately needed help". Xosa surprised by her answer and start to tear up by her kindness.

Nunya ask she come with her if she like so she can give her some meat to eat. Beside she hate to leave her here alone and defenseless with dangerous demon roaming around. Xosa nods and followed closely.

Unknowingly a demon in red smiling sinisterly at them with amusement from seeing the whole scene.

During there walk to the meat market, Xosa explain why she alone saying her mom abandoned her for a rich demon while saying she doesn't want a worthless child in the way of her becoming a wealthy woman. So she was toss her out of the car by her mom and drove off while hearing them laughing. She been struggling to survive and hide from dangerous demons for weeks until she couldn't bare being Hungry and start begging for food.

Nunya is angry and disgusted by Xosa's mother action then turn to sadness for Xosa being homeless and defenseless in this dangerous place. "Hey, I know you just met me but, do you want to be adopted by me? I promise I will take care of you and make sure no other demon harm you." Xosa surprised by that then started smile at her and nods happily "Really!? Yes please! You so nice to save me from that mean ol demon! Not many demons help another in need! You're also so strong! I want to be strong like you, I want to throw others who attack me with ease!".

Nunya smile looking down at the little girl talking fast while happily skipping next to her holding her hand then pause a bit and realize she haven't been smile or feel any kind of happiness for years during her first day in hell. She thinking back her kids when she alive with them, She really missed that feeling.

The Butcher didn't mind Xosa staying in the shop while she working as long she doesn't mess with his precious meats. Xosa soon wants to help around the shop because of boredom then Butcher let her help cleaning by wiping the glass and sweeping the floor to help out.

Days later Nunya standing in behind the meat stand waiting while the butcher take a restroom break. She watch Xosa drawing and coloring something on paper on the table then they both heard the front door open and see a strange demon in red with animal-like ears looks like a fox ears? No, not a fox since they don't have tiny antlers, maybe a deer she thinks. She see he's dressing something like her grandpappy use to wear back in the day when he was young. The red demon came in and walking towards her while smiling widely at her in a way that she doesn't feel right about and most weirded that she is hearing... Static noises?

The smiling red demon greeted her. "Hello dear! I just wonder if you see the Butcher. I want to speak to him!" She is surprise by his voice sound like a radio but calmly respond. " The butcher is taking a dump break, He be out the restroom soon."

The red demon make a disgust look while smiling. "Miss, You don't have to tell me the full details. You could just say he taking a quick break."

Nunya shrug but apologize about it. "My bad, let's start over. Hello welcome to the to meat market. Sorry the butcher you looking for is busy right now, He's taking da poo poo." The red demon face froze while smiling. She hears a little giggles then look behind the red demon to see Xosa covers her mouth trying to quiet her giggles. Nunya smiles then stop after hearing loud static around her then look back at the red demon and see his face change into a even more creepier look. But instead of showing fear she just raise her eyebrows while looking at him in the eyes unfazed with a are you serious look. She never met a demon get so work up over her say dump or poo before. Of all the nasty things she heard demons said in hell that tick him off? Really.

Before anything happen Xosa ran up happy between them showing her art she done "Mama look I draw and color you!" Nunya quickly forget about the intense stare down with the red demon. Look at the picture she draw and her heart melts. The red demon see her eyes sparkles in a pure motherly love that he never see for a very long time.

"Aww, Thank you sweety! That's the most beautiful drawing of me I ever saw!" Nunya say sweetly. Xosa smiles turns toward the red demon her art happily showing to him asking what he thinks.

Nunya almost forgot the about the mysterious red demon she quickly look at him seeing him looking down at the art Xosa showing with the same creepy smiling on his face with statics sound getting louder. Before she react.

The red demon stop his creepy look and praise Xosa " My , my ,What a amazing draw you did there my dear! You'll make a fine artist if you keep it up!" Xosa gleefully thanked him and ran back the table to draw more.

Nunya surprise about that since almost every demon they met be rudely ignore her or threatening Xosa. She will punch the demon threw a brick wall who even dare hurt Xosa.

She about to apologize for her rude behavior early but it went down heel after the smiley demon say in a more sinisterly way. "If the child didn't interrupt me, I will rip your tongue out by now.

Static started more loudly again with redness colors slowly forming around them.

Nunya silently look at him with wide eyes. The red demon stop his threatening looks and smiles satisfy thinking he scares her... Boy was he wrong.

Slowly Nunya face goes to shock to a raging look then quickly grab him by the waist with her one big bear hand and lift him up with ease.

She roaring shouting "HOW DARE YOU THREATENING ME!!! I WAS ABOUT TO APOLOGIZE FOR MY RUDE BEHAVIOR AND YOU SAY YOU WANT TO RIP MY TONGUE OUT!?!!? I GONNA SNAP YOUR WAIST LIKE A KIT KAT BAR!!!!"

Xosa quickly went behind the table scare knowing how her Mama is toward demons did anything to make her mad. Before anything happen the butcher calmly walk out the back room after done his business while the sametime hearing Nunya raging voice again after a demon goes to far too anger her.

But it's a good thing he did use the restroom, After seeing what Nunya grabbing in her bear hand while shouting at, his blood drains from his face when he see its the radio demon who looking at her stun while smiling. He would of sh**ing himself.

Butcher quickly rush to grab her shoulder to get her attention, before Nunya turns her head about to him to tell him what's going on. She see the Butcher face is pale and sweating with fear. She never see him this terrified before.

Butcher look her in the eyes try to stay calm but failing badly said "N-Nunya, P'p-put the r-radio demon down, Now." Nunya look at him confuse. "Radio demon?" She look back at the demon name radio demon seeing he didn't try to move a inch at her grip just starting at her like at smiling statue. That really creep her out.

Nunya look back at the butcher say " Why? I about to toss the smiling red lamp post out of- The Butcher interrupt her " Nunya! T-this isn't no regular demon, He a overlord but far more stronger." Nunya silently look back at radio demon who she still holding by the waist still didn't move just starting at her smiling with no change of expression.

Nunya look back at the butcher then say... "You mean this life size strawberry popsicle looking man is a overlord?" Before butcher say anything they both hear a finger snap then suddenly black tentacles came out of nowhere grabbing her arm that holds the radio demon and squeeze it painfully making her let go.

Nunya slash the tentacles that holds her but more came out of nowhere and grab her. Xosa was crying for her and the butcher bowing begging the radio demon to forgive them but he didn't pay attention to him but at Nunya seeing her keep slashing and ripping his tentacles that keep reappearing and tightening their grip on her. He amuse at her not backing down even though she losing this battle with the tentacles starting to tighten around her body making her make a pained expression.

Before he move his fingers more without flinching he feel a sudden pain cause him to pause for a bit after feeling he was jab by something sharp behind his leg. Instead of turning around body he just turn his whole head around see the little scorpion girl looking at him tearful angry eyes using the tip of her tail to stab him with poison but it barely did a thing but make his leg feel a little numb.

"L-Let go of Mama! You mean demon! Radio demon look at her amuse then his shadow grab her and lift her by the tail. Xosa scream out of surprise as the shadow lift her face 2 face with the radio demon in fear.

"You know it rude to interrupt a adult conversation."

Xosa start to cry in fear before the radio demon do anything he heard a bear like roar and see the bear demon Nunya struggling ripping the tentacles apart slowly pulling towards the radio demon while his tentacles try to pull her back. "LET HER GO YOU SMILING PIECE OF SH**"

The radio demon smile even more widely with amusement at her determination to get him with her claws but failed as the tentacles drag her back.

The radio demon smile and then say to her "You know, It was very rude of you to grab me without my permission, Dear." He then turn and was about to snap his fingers toward Xosa

For the first time in hell Nunya show fear at her face. "STOP!!!!"

The radio demon pause and look at her. Nunya look at him with a fearful look on her face. "Please.. Don't hurt Xosa. You can rip my arm my leg ANYTHING. Just don't hurt her."

Radio demon smile at her more darken. "How about another deal, Join me become mine servant."

Nunya flinch at that, She doesn't want to be tied down by some demon so they can do whatever they want with her but agree for Xosa sake.

"GRRRRrrrrrrrr......*sigh* Fine."

Radio demon smile widen at her then said. "Wow I didn't expect that be easy!"

Nunya pause for a bit... "Wait wha-"

Radio demon snap his fingers then tentacles quickly left down the floor then the shadow let go the Xosa by dropping her on a chair and everything went back to normal.

Nunya look around seeing everything fix like there wasn't any tentacles come out of the floor. She look to see the butcher alright he was breathing heavily with his eyes look like it about to pop out.

Alastor turns and smile at her with excitement " Bravo that was spectacular! I never expected a demon will willingly sacrifice there life for someone! What a wonderful performance!" They hear like audiences clapping out of nowhere.

Nunya was confuse and speechless. "What are you talking about?"

The Radio demon explains " l been watching you for a while for awhile dear and I got to say I was amuse by you since the first day you came to hell. I want you to join me but I realized you are one tough cookie with claws, I seen many other powerful demon try to make you join them including.. Valentino..

The radio demon say the perverted overlord's name with disgusted. Hey at least she not the only one who dislike him.

The radio demon continues "I notice you will fight to the death to not be tied down to be a servant to another demon for your freedom and I don't want that no no no no that be a tragic waste of entertainment if you die! So I wait patiently to find your weaknesses so I can have a chance to make you join me willingly."

Nunya left eye twitch trying not to snap while he continues.

"For years I was about to give up knowing nothing in hell will break you're ferocious spirit to join me but then that day you met the little scorpion girl."

The radio demon look at Xosa and Xosa look back confused. Nunya getting more angry with her claws scratching the flood trying so hard not slicing and dicing the red demon.

"After seeing you protect the poor little orphan child, I see your face starting to lighting up and you smile for the first time in years ever since you adopted little girl. And I must say you have such a sweet smile."

The radio demon take a look at Nunya face seeing her looking very angry ready to slash him in half.

"So I decided a great plan of using Xosa as a way to break you spirit to join me and well you know, It's works!"

The Butcher look at the radio demon with fear and exhaustion from his heart pounding fast. "So you wasn't going to kill us and destroying my market?"

The Radio demon start to laugh with the audience laugh with him "No, no, My good man, Your market have the bestest meat in hell. It be a terrible waste! Beside it was all a act! Except the part she grabbing my waist almost crushing me, Now that's a shocker!"

The Butcher sigh with relief then thanking the radio demon for not killing them and destroy the market.

Nunya... Is about to lose it.

Xoxa came and ask the radio demon " You're not going to hurt me?"

He smile at her " Oh course my dear, I wasn't gonna hurt you. Until you stab me behind my leg with your stinger, I was going to let my shadow and pop your little tail out.~

Xosa stare at him with wide eyes then run quickly toward her Mama hiding behind her glaring at him while Nunya growling at him for scaring Xosa.

The radio demon laugh "I was joking my dear.... Maybe."

The radio demon soon turns to the door. "Well, look like I over my stay my welcome today, I have a busy day to finish! I will dial you when I need your servants. Also Butcher , Make sure my order ready next time I come."

The Butcher nods feverishly.

Before the radio demon leave out the door he look back at Nunya. "You can call me Alastor and smile my dear, You never fully dress without one." He then walk out.

Butcher sigh closing his eyes " Thank goodness everything is fine again, Seriously Nunya you should be really careful next-

He open his eyes and see only Xosa looking where the door is. Horrify he look quickly at the door to see Nunya runs out the door.. His heart stop for that moment.

"Alastor!" He stop his walking and look over his shoulder to see Nunya running catching up then stop in front of him breathing heavily.

"Yes my dear?" Alastor turns while smiling. Nunya look at him with a look with no anger look in her eyes but looking nervously at him. Looks like she starting to respect him after seeing his power he thought.

Nunya then look at him in such a soft smile. He didn't lie about her having a sweet smile he like to see that more.

"I want to thank you properly for not destroying the market and not hurting Xosa. Butcher work very hard to making the best meat in hell and he been helping me ever since my during my first week here. I will feel awful if I be the cause of his business to be ruin.

Alastor smile widen " Of course my dear. You don't have to worry about that. Like I say before it's was all a act! He is my favorite meat seller you know!

Nunya nods smiling and continue " Also is it really true that you say my smile look sweet to you?" Nunya looking down the ground while blushing.

Alastor look at her speechless, It's so weird to see her like this since he use to her I'm gonna kill you look but he not surprised, He always have that charm to easily sweep girls of their feet. "Of course my dear your smile look very pretty on you!"

"Awww!" Nunya ran to him to give him a bear hug on his waist and Alastor frozen of her unexpected action with a sound of record screech. "Thank you~." She say sweetly.

Alastor try to move her bear arms off him. "My dear, Can I ask you to not hug me with my permission. Next time I won't be forgiven."

While he say that, He didn't see the pure fiercely rage on her face returns ready to snap.

"Oh don't worry, it won't happen again, Alastor~" Suddenly her bear arms tighten more on his waist. "Alastor?"

Alastor look down at her getting annoyed of her still hugging him. "Yes dear?"

"GO TO HEAVEN!!!!!!"

Before he react she quickly spins with him and use all her strength to throw Alastor up the air while he screaming in a inhuman scream (Is that what deer's scream sound like?) while a sound of static slowly fade with him and he disappear into the sky.

She yell at the sky where she throw him "THANK YOU FOR SHOPPING AT MEAT MARKET HOPE TO SEE YOU NEVER!!!!!"

She then walk by Butcher while he and the other bystanders look up the sky at shock where they last seen the radio demon.

" Let's get home Xosa. So I get ready to make dinner we having shepherd's pie tonight!"

Xosa jump happily " Yay can I help cook?!"

"Sure sweety , See ya tomorrow Butcher I'll bring you some pie as a apology for today. Well have a good nite." They both walk away.

Butcher didn't say anything but his eyes widen with face frozen looking at the direction of the sky where he last scene Alastor thrown. "This woman gonna get me kill."

Later that night after she and Xosa done cooking before they start fixing their plates she heard a a knock on the door. She look at Xosa as a signal to go hide just incase it's a unwelcoming visitor.

When she get closer to the door she hear... Radio Static. (Dang he came back that quick!?) she thought to her self. She expects him to confront her tomorrow when she work. Why he had to come in the middle of Shepherd's pie nite. She sigh and open the door seeing a Alastor with a even more sinister face with his eyes growing.

She notice he's all wet from head to toes with his deer ears lower on his head. Curious she asking him before he kills her.

"Before you rip my tongue, Can you tell me where my throw land you?"

Alastor smile widen but in a very I will rip your heart off and eat it in front of you look but decided to hold on a bit and tell her before punishing her GREATLY! "Well my dear~ When you rudely throw me up the sky tell me go to heaven and no I didn't make it to heaven."

Nunya is not surprised by that but still a little disappointed.

He continued "when I falling I land in a middle of a pool." Nunya look at him even more disappointed. "Well I don't see you to get that mad, At least you land somewhe-

Alastor raise his hand to stop her. "It's not just a pool... It's was Valentino's...

She about to speak again but stop again by his hand. " It's wasn't empty... He was there with many other demons and they-" Alastor look like he about to throw up. "Having a orgy..."

She look at him horrified. "Oh wow, I was hoping I throw you and you landed on sharp rocks but that 100x worst.

She shutters remembering her first encounter with Valentino. She really hope not see him again anytime soon. "Sorry about that, I not apologizing for throwing you you deserve that but sorry for landing you in one of the most horrific parts of hell" She cringe thinking about Val's pool party.

Alastor agree with a slow nod. "It still doesn't change that I will punish you greatly for that." he growls while static getting more louder.

Nunya sigh not surprised about that. "Ok before you rip something like my tongue out, Can we do this after we eat? I made Shepherd's pie."

Alastor pause "shepherd?" Alastor look at her with confusion.

"You never heard of one?" She ask him curiosity.

He stare at her and shake his head slowly as a no. Then she got a ideal. "Hey if you enjoy my Shepherd's pie will you won't rip my body apart?"

Alastor growls at her with statics sounds getting more loud while smiling ready snap his finger to summon his tentacles to rip her arm off but He then thinks a bit after smelling the food coming out of her home , He didn't taste any new food for awhile and he is pretty hungry from the mess she put him through. He still remember feeling those succubus try to grab at him while he try to escape at Val's abomination pool while Val laughing at him struggling to get away from those nude demons. He shuttered thinking about it. Plus ripping her arms off will cripple her losing his entertainment he was waiting for a long time.

"Fine dear, If the pie you made is good I won't rip anything from your body but if it's not good..." Radio Static slowly building to be louder "Say goodbye to one of your arm." Alastor say in a darkly radio voice.

Unfazed by his threat Nunya let him in then walk towards the kitchen. Xosa glare nervously at Alastor hiding behind the couch but come out when Mama call her. "Sweety, May you go get two big towel for me please?" Xosa nods but look at Alastor glaring at him with a I don't trust you look and left to get some.

Alastor look around the apartment couldn't help how cozy it looks and feel here inside like there not in hell.

He look see some drawings on the short living room table with crayons on top he could tell was Xosa with some drawing of herself pretending to be a some princess wearing a big pink dress while holding a sword with a coloring of red post to be blood on the tip of the blade. "Oh how cute." He thought while smiles sinisterly. He see some drawing with her with Nunya and a somewhat funny drawing of Butcher.

Nunya look at Alastor making show her isn't wonder of the house then see Xosa coming with towels. "Here Mama! I got clean ones!" She say proudly. Nunya smile at her " Thank you sweety." While motherly petting on Xosa head.

Alastor looks at them then sudden remember when his mother affection by petting his head. Alastor big smile almost loosen but quickly rise back seeing Nunya walking towards him then holding up a towel for him.

*Here, don't want you to keep tracking water on my floor. I also have to remember bleaching the floor later. Knowing where those water came from." She said while cringe thinking about of Val's pool.

Alastor look at the towel and grins. "No need my dear!" Nunya looks at him confuse before she say anything Alastor all of sudden shake his head making the water splash around her.

After he down she stare at him with in wide eyes didn't once move while hording the towel toward him. He then snap his finger and he incently dry like he wasn't wet moments ago.

Xosa who's lucky not close enough to get a drop on her look at her Alastor then at Mama in shock seeing wet droplets everywhere on her mama's face and apron.

Nunya right eye twitching looking at the smiling red dear demon trying hard not to choke him "Why didn't you do that before you walk in my apartment? " She say trying not to yell.

Alastor chuckles sinisterly. "Let just say it's part of your punishment, My dear.~" Nunya claws starting to come out but retreated back. Nunya sigh try to calm herself then turns around towards the kitchen while drying herself with the towel that was suppose to be for Alastor.

Alastor then went towards the table and sit and Xosa came also but then move her chair away from Alastor looking at him in distrust. Nunya then came with each plates with pie on it. She give the first plate to Xosa and lay it gently on the table in front of her.

"Here you go, Eat up sweety." Nunya say while smile a little at Xosa. "Yay, I will!" Xosa say happily then starts to eat. Nunya walk to Alastor to give him his plate but instead on putting it down gently she slap the plate on the table but not enough to make the food spill. "Eat." She say without looking at Alastor then went to get her a plate and sit next to Xosa.

Alastor look at the plate with surprise it doesn't look like pie but a lots of cheese for topping with potatoes , with some chop vegetables and ground beef. Nunya looks at him guesting what's he's thinking and sigh. "I know it seem weird at first but trust me it's not bad once you tasted it."

Alastor look at her with a untrusting look then she rolls her the say "Don't worry, I didn't put anything on your food. Beside I hate wasting good food." She then went back to eating. Alastor look at her smiling in a sinister smile. "Remember dear, If the food isn't good. Pop goes your arm.~"

Xosa stop her mid eating then quickly looking back and forth at Alastor and Mama while Nunya rolls her eyes unfazed by his threat continuing eating. Alastor scoop up some of the food on the fork then slowly put it in him mouth. To his surprised the food actually tastes pretty good. The taste like a warm homemade meals made with a mother's touch.

"My my, the food you make is actually taste good.~ Alastor say then take another bite. Xosa sigh with relief then smile at Alastor. "I know right!? Mama make the best food, I never taste anything this great before! I happy she's my Mama, I can eat many delicious food without being only in my birthday!" She happily say then went back to eating.

Alastor smile at the Xosa childlike behavior. "You right, I can tell by your expression she take great care of you. You a lucky orphan to meet her before your miserable fate." Xosa nods then continuing eating. Alastor notices the bear demon haven't say anything yet and look at her seeing Nunya looking away try to look angry while trying not to blush then mumbles a thank you.

After they done eating, Nunya starting to pick up the dishes but stop by Alastor. " Allow me.~" He say then snap his finger causing the dishes on the table disappear. Nunya look at Alastor annoyed about to tell him where the dishes is then suddenly hear noises then look back and see the dishes on the drying rack all clean and dry.

Nunya look at it surprised and look at Alastor. "Um,Thank you?" Alastor then smile widely "You're welcome dear, It's my thanks for giving me the nice meal. Xosa then came towards Alastor. "Wow, How you clean the dishes with a snap with your finger!? Can you teach me please!" Xosa looking at him with sparkling eyes and Alastor chuckles at her.

"Sorry my dear, A great magician doesn't give away his tricks.~" Xosa look at him with big begging eyes. "Oh pleeease, I promise I won't tell!" But she was stop by Nunya. "That's enough Xosa, Beside it's time for you to get ready for bed." Nunya say motherly and lightly push Xosa to walk away to get ready. Xosa sigh and nods. "Ok, Goodnight Alastor."

"Goodnight dear." Alastor said while both of them looking at Xosa walking down the small hallway towards the bathroom and went in. Nunya then look at him. "Thank you for being nice to Xosa, She have a hard time sleep when she stress, Especially she don't need to worry about me losing my arm....Right" She narrow her eyes look at Alastor.

Alastor smiles at her. "Don't worry dear, Your cook just save your arm." Nunya sigh in relief. She not may not be afraid of him but she don't the ideal of losing her arm.

"But that doesn't mean you not getting punish." Alastor say in a sinister tone. Nunya look at him annoyed like she not surprised by him saying that. "Grrr, You say I won't get punish if my food good!" Alastor smile at her widely "oh no no my dear, I mean I won't rip anything off your body. You still getting punish for throwing me."

Nunya growls at him Alastor continue "Don't worry I won't punish you now. I have to take time to think of a good punish for you, It may take a tomorrow maybe day or even weeks. For the mean time my dear servant..~" Alastor then walk towards her "Be afraid." Nunya raised her claws preparing to fight all of sudden Alastor disappear in front of her. She desperately looking around the room for him while she turns to look at the spot where she last saw him... She see red eyes looking at very close to hers with dials as pupils "Be very afraid." He say while loud radio static noises rumbles the apartment with redness around her then he disappear.

Nunya stand there silent starting where she last see Alastor. "Mama!?" Xosa yell out the bathroom in the tub "Is everything ok!? The whole bathroom shaking!" Nunya look at the bathroom door "I'm ok sweety it's just a little rumble" She say while her hands twitching. "Just continue finished your bath." Xosa then yell out a "Okay!"

Nunya glaring the spot Alastor is with eyes twitching . (So he think he can come to my life , threatening to hurt Xosa , trick me to become his servant and now try to scare me in my home after feeding him a good meal!?)

Then she smiles showing all her teeth in a very tick off look ("He wants entertainment, I GIVE HIM THE ENTERTAINMENT HE WANTS!!)

**BREAKING NEW**

"We're here live tell you the breaking news in hell! There's videos shown of Bear demon Nunya throwing the Radio demon!" Tom say then you can here audience gasping in the background then Katie respond "Crazy I'm I right!? I thought her she yelling at Valentino is the retarded thing now I think she have no brain at all in her fat head for she throwing one of the strongest overlords! Hahaha She is so dead!"

A Demon with a tv for a head stop whatever he doing looking at the television after hearing about the radio demon

"Right you are Katie! Here the recording video footage of Nunya throwing Alastor by the bystander who seen it all!"

The video starts showing Nunya talking to Alastor. "Oh this is crazy! I quickly pull out my phone after seeing the psycho bear woman calling out for the radio demon, This is crazy man!" The R.D(Means recording demon) said in the video then another voice in the video response to R.D "I know right!? Knowing her history it is scary what she might do, But it is more terrifying if she angers the radio demon this whole area be in chaos.

Then video show Nunya looking down blushing the video shakes a little. "W-wha, She blushing!? I never see her acting like this before, She acting like a school girl confessing her crush, I'm used to her looking angry this is more scary!" R.d say in a nervous tone then the Bystander respond "D*mn, Maybe the rumors of Alastor have the charm to woos ladies of their feet is true. If he can charm her anything possible!"

Then other bystander can be hear in the background of the video "Oh no, My Val×Nunya shipping club is in danger!"

"....Wait wha-" Before R.D about to turns the camera to see who saids that Nunya suddenly hugs Alastor's small waist with Alastor flinch at the contact but still keep a smiling face. "WHAT!?!?" R.d yell in disbelief. "She hugging the radio demon!? This is insane, Did she confess her lust for him and he accepts!?" The bystander say in shock. "Well looks like my shipping sinks in the bottom of a cold cruel sea ." Another bystander say in sadness.

Then they hear a loud "GO TO HEAVEN!!!!"

Then all of sudden the video show Nunya quickly lift Alastor off the ground then make a briefly fast spin with him in her arms then let him go causing him to went flying way up the sky with nonstop while making a inhuman scream with radio static sound slowing goes away the further he flown. Demon bystanders can be heard in the video gasping, shouting in disbelief , and saying we gonna die.

"Oh my Lucifer, D-did she just throw the radio demon?" R.d saying in high pitched voice." The video zooming at the red sky trying to see where Alastor thrown off to but he flew too far to been seen. "THANK YOU FOR SHOPPING AT MEAT MARKET HOPE TO SEE YOU NEVER!" Nunya was heard yelling without the video showing her since it too focus on the sky.

"Ight I'm gonna head out the area before the radio demon comes back rip us all apart." R.d say while the video quickly went down showing the ground while shaking rapidly from R.d running. "You right about that!" The bystander yell out in the background. Before the video ends another bystander can be hear "Yes, My ValxNunya shipping club is still floating!"

The tv demon look at television with eyes widen a little of the bear demon easily throwing the Radio demon then the news come back on with Katie "Such absolute madness am I right!? What I can't believe the Radio demon let that crazy woman hug him! Does he have a fat fetish as well!?" Katie laughs then Tom respond "Well I couldn't blame him, Did you see the video where somebody film her closely while she fighting demons? The fight causing her dress to lift up enough to show she had one thick a** under that dress!"

Katie stare at the camera smiling angrily then grab a pen using it to stab Tom under the desk causing him to fall over to the ground while screaming in pain without looking at him.

The Katie continue "In other news! We lucky have the video by another demon recording where the radio demon lands! Roll the clip! Stop screaming you little bit-" The video cuts to showing a pool party showing demons doing something that no parents want their child to see.

All of sudden a animalistic scream was heard out of nowhere then a big splash was heard causing some demons in the pool closeby scream in surprised. The video quickly turn to showing six succubus looking down the water at something then pop out is the radio demon with loud radio static smiling angrily while looking around to find someone then a radio screech was heard when he stop and face change to smiling horror when he realized he is surrounded by nude succubus.

The Succubus giggles while eyed him lustfully then all of them quickly grabbing him and the radio demon scream in horror. A laugh heard then the video turns to show in close by is Valentino lending in the head of the pool surrounded by nude demons. "Come on Al, Sit back and enjoy the rides!" He keep laughing then the video quickly turns to Alastor still screaming struggling with all of them trying to take his clothes off then he teleports away causing the succubus demons to groans in disappointment. "Aww, He was cute too" one of them say *Video ends*

The Tv demon laugh at the video of Alastor over reacting of see nude demons. Then he stop and thinking about that bear woman that cause this. (Maybe I should go meet this woman. Someone who brave enough to throw the radio demon is worth to meet.) He thinking while smirking.

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Finally I done! Thank you for spending your time reading it! This is one of the toughest story I ever write plus with my internet goes down randomly causing me to start over many times!😭

But still I have fun writing it, I hope you enjoy it since it is kinda my first fanfic story writing. Also here another fanart of Alastor and my ocs I made! Please don't repose!. 🎶🦌💥🐻💢

#hazbin hotel #hazbin valentino #alastor #alastor x oc #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel fanfic #hazbin hotel fanart

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bittysvalentines · 5 years ago

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WTF

From: @insertatitlehere AO3: emimix3

To: @dyinginjapanese

Tags: Social Media, Friendship, Pets, Cats

Message: Hi! I hope you'll enjoy this piece as much as I enjoyed working on it :) It was a pleasure to write this for you!

Tango

> Guys I made a mistake

Whiskey > What now

Ford >> I mean, if you noticed you made a mistake, you must have made a BIG mistake

Tango > mmh just come to my dorm room

Ford >> Is that a ghost. Did you find a ghost in your room

Whiskey > just stop with ghost hunting, it doesn’t work tango, you need to accept that

Tango > bring meat if you’ve got some in your fridge

Whiskey > What > Tony Tango Tangredi what

Ford shot a message to Whiskey when she was about to reach Tango’s dorm, and he replied to her that he would be there in two minutes – so, she waited for him at the building. Whiskey arrived, with a Tupperware in hand.

“It’s chicken tenders,” he explained. “I hope Tango won’t eat them all, because I wanted to have some for dinner.”

“If Tango don’t eat them all, I will. I had a class over lunch so I didn’t eat.”

“I’m not your personal chef, Denise,” Whiskey said, as he opened the dorm’s front door.

“I’m the one picking everyone’s room on roadies, Connor. If I were you, I’d play nice.”

“Okay, you can take two, and I don’t want to be with Tango and Hops again. My ears still haven’t recovered from last time.”

When they reached Tango’s room on the third floor, they didn’t even have the time to knock that he had slightly opened the door to usher them in.

“Tony, what the hell?” Whiskey asked.

Tango didn’t reply immediately. He just looked at his desk, and mumbled something that neither of his friends managed to understand – and that’s when Ford noticed, on the desk chair:

There was a tiny, scrappy, brownie kitty.

“Oh my God,” Ford said, a hand on her heart because she honestly needed as much to not die of cuteness overload.

“Oh my God,” Whiskey said, a hand in front of his mouth because there was no way that Tango did something that stupid, and that he was about to involve them into this.

Tango scratched his cheek, a bit uneasy.

“Okay so, I found a kitty, his name is Doubt Legs Alarm and I’d die for him.”

“Oh my God you’re so cute,” Ford gushed, going to the little squeaking kitten. “Look at him Whiskey! He’s so cute!”

The kitten didn’t seem to want to be pet, but he instead began to try to bite Ford’s fingers and scratch them. Yeah, he was kinda cute, even if he had matted, uneven fur, that he was almost certainly too thin, plus the small issue that he had, you know, no eyes.

“I’m sorry Tango,” Whiskey managed to utter, “but what the fuck did you say his name is?”

Doubt Legs Alarm was nicknamed “Doug” while the three friends were sitting in the nearest vet’s waiting room – the kitty in a big cardboard box, because that was the only thing they found to transport him.

“You know you can’t keep him, right?” Ford told Tango.

“Shhh,” he replied, putting his index in her lips. “Shh.”

“Tango. Ignoring the issue won’t solve the issue,” Whiskey sighed.

“Shh,” Tango said, now putting his index on Whiskey’s mouth.

It was soon enough their turn. They entered the vet’s consulting room and Ford carried Doug out of the box to put him on the table – the poor kitty seemed to be terrorised by the whole ordeal, and he was meowing uncontrollably. In the meantime, Tango was telling the vet what he knew about the cat.

“I saw him while taking a shortcut from a class to another,” he explained. “Behind the Murder Stop&Shop, you know?”

“The Murder Stop&Shop?”

“Yeah, not the racist one, the one where there was a murder a few years back. Anyway. He was meowing between two trashcans and he was alone and eyeless, so…”

“Well it’s good you took him. He wouldn’t have lasted long out there – his eyes injuries are fresh, they could get infected quickly…”

“Also he’s not eating. We tried to give him a chicken tender but he didn’t want to try.”

“A chicken tender.”

The vet was really helpful – gave an age to Doug, probably between two and three months (but it was hard to know because of how thin he was), something to try to soothe his eyes, a thousand of recommendations that Ford dutifully noted on her journal, and prescriptions for worm killers and vaccines.

“You plan to keep him, right?” the vet had asked. “Or do you have someone lined up to take him, a shelter?”

“No, no, I’m keeping him,” Tango replied straight away.

“Okay, then we’d need to schedule his neutering…”

He also gave them a lot of advice on what to buy to take care of him, and books to read – he walked them to the front of the clinic, and while Whiskey and Ford were thanking him, the secretary gave Tango the bill for the consultation.

Ford didn’t manage to see it, but Tango blanched and asked in a quiet tone if payment plans were an option.

She took it on herself to not yell at her friend the second they were out. She waited that they were sitting on the bench at the bus stop, waiting for their ride back to the campus.

“Tango. You can’t keep this cat.”

“I can. He needs me.”

“Tango. You live in a dorm room. You can’t have pets. Plus, it’s way too expensive. He’s sick and blind – he’s going to have medical bills way higher than this one. You need to pay for his food, his toys, his litter, for someone to take care of him when we’re on roadies.”

“But he’s so cute! He’s gonna die out there!”

“There’s shelters-”

“He’s blind! Who will want him?” Tango pleaded, holding the cardboard box close to his chest.

“I know. It’s breaking my heart, too, Tango. But we need to find a solution, quick.”

They needed to, and quick, indeed. The bus to campus stopped right in front of them. Neither moved, and the bus left. Another one would come in twenty minutes anyway. Tango was sombre and Ford looked really upset too.

“He can be our cat, the three of us. We can share the expenses; that would help a lot already. And we can leave him at the Haus,” Whiskey proposed.

Tango and Ford turned towards him, hoping he’d elaborate.

“It’s… Okay I don’t like cats much, but he’s hella cute. And Tango, you obviously care a lot about him, and Ford, I know you want the best for him. So it’s the easiest solution. I know that Bitty had refused a Haus cat when Chowder asked, but if we go in there with a sob story and a cute kitty already on our laps he won’t be able to say no. We’re spending half of our time in the Haus anyway, so we’ll be able to take care of him there. Plus, if he’s at the Haus and even if he’s our cat, we maybe can get the others to chip in with food and all – I know the team would be happy to shower him with toys and stuff. Plus, it’s in the middle of the frat row, so there must be someone in the Haus that knows someone who’d be around when we’re away for roadies.”

“And for the summer and other breaks, at least one of us three can take him,” Ford reasoned. “That, or as a few guys in the team stay on campus year-long, they’d be happy to Haus-sit him.”

“And,” Tango concluded, “if we’re the rightful owners of the Haus cat, that he can potentially come and go at our will – surely, that would give us a lot of leverage regarding getting dibs to live there next year.”

The three Tadpoles looked at each other, and nodded – before they shook hands to seal their perfect plan.

“What about after college?” Tango asked. “If he’s our cat. Who will get him when we graduate?”

“Well Tango, either one of us gets custody, or I guess that means we’ll have to be roommates in whatever city Whiskey will get an NHL contract in,” Ford joked.

“Sounds good, haha. Whiskey, please sign with the Jersey Devils.”

“Wait, what now? I just signed for a third of a blind cat, not for two eternal roommates!”

They rehearsed the sob story on the way to the Haus. Ford let her inner theatre kid take over and she was intransigent on their acting, reminding Tango that they’d have to surrender Doug to a shelter if they couldn’t convince Bitty to keep him. It worked, because Tango was nearly in tears when he was sitting in the living-room of the Haus, the kitty on his lap and telling all the Hausmates the story of this poor eyeless kitty who just needed a roof and a lot of love, and isn’t it the best place for him to have all that (and yes, of course, we’d be the ones cleaning the litter)?

Chowder was bawling his eyes out at the story, Nursey was enamoured with Doug, and Ollie and Wicks were already budging Bitty to please say yes, Cap, you’re not that heartless are you?

After a while, Bitty sighed and reluctantly accepted. Dex was already talking about plans for a cat tree to build.

Doug grew quickly accustomed at the life in the Haus. He was still running into some walls and misplaced furniture on the regular, but he was quiky to map out the entire place, and always knew at which room’s door to meow to get pets and food (he was especially good at tricking different people into giving him two or three dinners a day). During kegsters, he was staying in Chowder’s room, but the rest of the time he liked to hang out in the living-room where there were always people – or in the kitchen, where there was always food.

Bitty loudly hated the fact and kept complaining about it, but more than once Ford caught him petting or feeding scraps the cat when he was sitting on the counter while Bitty baked. Of course, Tango and Ford did all they can to stay number one in Doug’s heart – but the cat seemed to especially enjoy the company of Whiskey. Probably because Whiskey favourite way to hang out with people and animals was to sit in the same room, without saying a word?

Doug had become the lucky charm of the team, (everyone needed to pet him before a game or a roadie, or else…) so after Ford just off-handily mentioned that maybe her, Whiskey and Tango would look for an off-campus apartment that would accept cats for the following year, an emergency Haus Meeting was summoned. Neither of them was certain of what was said in it, but the following day, the three of them got dibs, so all went according to the plan.

[Instagram video: the cat has been brought to Faber and is wearing little cat shoes to walk on the ice. He’s meowing in despair because of how slippery it is.

@samwellmenshockey Our mascot is actually playing too – hopefully, he’ll be on the starting line by next semester!

Instagram picture: Doug is wearing a tiny knitted “ZIMME 1” jersey. It’s obvious there wasn’t enough room for the rest of the name. He’s lying on Tango’s stomach who is napping on the couch.

@samwellmenshockey Doug is supporting the @FalconersPVD tonight! Obviously that means that the @FalconersPVD will send him some 12 lbs dry food bags, right @FalconersPVD?]

“I’m happy we kept this cat,” Tango said one evening, while he was watching a movie, curled under the blankets on the couch next to Ford and Whiskey – petting Doug, who was on Ford’s lap.

“He’s not half-bad, in the end,” Whiskey agreed, scratching the kitty behind his ears.

“I saw him do his business on the Lax bro’s porch this afternoon,” Tango said.

“A cat of good taste and perfect manners. We taught him well,” Ford acquiesced.

“Are you kidding?” Whiskey asked. “He’s the worst cat! I saw him watching a mouse run in the basement, and he wouldn’t even get up to run after it!”

“Yeah? And did you get up to run after the mouse Whisk?”

“Wow, you’re so lazy, Connor.”

“Will you both stop making fun of me?”

Yep, Ford thought, as Whiskey was throwing at her and Tango popcorn in the face, and Doug jumped to try to catch them. She was happy they kept this cat.

#fordtangowhiskey #wtf #bv2020 #bitty's valentines #omgcp fandom #omg check please!

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five-rivers · 5 years ago

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Tarot/Stalker

Here’s Ectober Day 2! It’s a continuation of Necromancy from last year.

Tarot/Stalker

It was known, in certain social circles of Casper High, that on days when Danny Fenton came into school with bruises on his head and a faraway look in his eyes, he could see the future, but not remember it. Well. At least, he could prophesy to it, and his prophecies were accurate. Disturbingly so.

Sometimes, he would give one out of the blue. He'd tell a freshman that their cat was going to die, or what scores everyone would get on the next test. He'd slide up beside the jocks in the senior class, and warn them about a party going wrong. He'd sit down at lunch time and spoil an entire week's worth of TV shows for someone- because the power was going to go out at their house, and they'd miss them otherwise; and it would. These would rarely be about anything more than a month out.

But if Danny was caught in the right mood, he could be asked about things. Things that wouldn't happen for a long time, for months, or even years. College admissions, marriage, sports, events, politics, friendships, contests, romance, deaths. No one had tested a prophecy that went out more than a few months, but he was rarely wrong, and when he was wrong, he wasn't wrong by very much. One student was wait-listed for a college, instead of accepted outright. Another found proof their boyfriend was cheating before Danny had predicted. A third managed to avoid being injured in that basketball game.

More importantly, on those days, his advice was always spot-on.

Hannah Weston had been observing Danny Fenton for a while. Unlike her older cousin, she didn't think that Danny was Phantom, that was kind of crazy, but she did have a soft spot for conspiracy theories and occult rumors.

Her current theory? Danny was some kind of esper. Or a necromancer, in the original sense of the word. His whole family was weird. Mad scientists. Everyone knew they had a lab in their basement, and they had done something with the government, according to Amity Park's conspiracy message boards. They could have done... something. Something to make Jazz super smart, and to give Danny precognition.

And what was to say Danny didn't have precognition all the time? He certainly made himself scarce during ghost attacks. He always seemed to know when they were going to happen. His 'prophesy mode' always seemed to come on right after big ghost fights, too. Hannah's working theory was that his powers ran on ectoplasm (ectoenergy?), and the ectoplasm shed in big ghost fights overloaded him, and made him less careful about hiding his powers.

Of course, not everyone followed Hannah's logic, which is why she and some of the other 'socially neutral' girls were trying to corner Danny away from his ever-present protectors, Sam Manson and Tucker Foley.

It was so weird to think of herself as 'socially neutral.' Then again, considering all the ghosts, being a conspiracy theorist in Amity Park was almost respectable. Right along with the occult, and the tiny ghost-centric actual cult.

Which only made Danny's outcast status weirder. Whatever. No one said high school social dynamics had to be logical.

Their idea (not Hannah's) was that if Danny could already predict stuff well, then he could predict it even better with some actual fortune telling paraphernalia. It didn't make sense, as far as Hannah was concerned, but she was willing to humor her friends, and this was the only way she'd be able to ask him questions without Sam or Tucker shooing her off.

Not that she had anything really pressing to ask. She was just curious.

She peeked in the classroom window. Her friend Mia had found out that Danny and his two friends hung out in this classroom during lunch when Danny was in a prophetic mood. It was mostly used for storage, so the teachers didn't care, even though students technically weren't supposed to be in there.

The PA system coughed to life, summoning Sam and Tucker to the office, as planned. Sarah, her other friend, had been in charge of that. Now it was Hannah's turn. She knocked on the window, and waved at Danny.

Danny came over and opened it. "I can help you, Mia, and Sarah," he said, before Hannah could repeat her lines, "but it's too cold by the field."

"Uh," said Hannah.

"We could go stand by the stairs to the roof, since the upperclassmen who smoke there got busted." Danny smiled absently, his eyes glassy. "I hope they stop doing that now. Smoking isn't good."

Hannah thought about it for a second. "Sure, let me text Mia."

"Also, I don't know how tarot works."

"That's fine."

Sarah brought a magic 8 ball. Mia brought cards.

"I couldn't find a crystal ball," Sarah said, defensively, taking the toy out of her bag.

"It's fine." Hannah peered at Mia's cards. They were black and gold. "Those are pretty," she said.

"Thanks," said Mia. "My grandma got them for me for my birthday."

"So," said Sarah, slightly pink. She held up her magic 8 ball. "What should we do first?"

Surprising everyone, Danny reached for the magic 8 ball.

"Signs point to no," he said. He shook the ball.

Everyone leaned in to see the answer. The ball said, 'SIGNS POINT TO NO.'

After a few more minutes, it became obvious that Danny could accurately predict which answer the magic 8 ball would display every time. It became equally obvious that, as long as he had the ball, that was all he would do.

Hannah pulled the ball away. "Let's try the cards," she said. They were halfway through lunch, and as cool as the trick was, it got boring after a while.

"Oh," said Danny, face falling. "I don't know how tarot works, though."

"That's okay," said Mia, holding out the cards. "Just do what feels right."

"I'll try," said Danny, dubiously. He shuffled the cards. "I think Sam would like these," he said, running a finger over the gold foil back. "What is the question you want to ask?"

"You first," said Sarah to Mia. "They're your cards."

Mia licked her lips. "Tell me about what will happen if I become an exchange student." Mia had wanted to be an exchange student for a while. She was even taking Honors Spanish. Her parents, however, weren't enthusiastic about the idea.

Danny divided the cards into three piles.

He flipped over one card. It showed a pair of clasped hands, each wearing a bracelet. "It won't happen the way you expect it to," said Danny. He turned over the next card. It showed two flowers. "You'll go far away, but your plans won't help." He turned over the card on top of the last pile. It had a pair of skeletons on it. "You'll find something important, though."

"Er, you couldn't be maybe a little bit more... specific?" asked Mia.

"No?"

"I told you it wouldn't work," said Hannah. She was just a little smug.

"Sam and Tucker are looking for me," said Danny. "You shouldn't be here when they come up. Here are your cards."

"Thanks," said Mia. She and Sarah went down the stairs. Hannah lingered.

"Are those two ever going to get together?" asked Hannah, hooking her thumb over her shoulder.

Danny blinked up at her. "Weren't you listening?"

"Hannah!" called Sarah. "Come on, we've got to go."

"Well, bye," said Hannah.

"Bye," said Danny, waving. He stood up and stretched. That wasn't too bad. At least they hadn't asked for lottery numbers.

His concussion would be better by tomorrow.

#danny phantom #ectober #ectober2019 #ectober 2019 #ectober week #phanfiction #phicc #my writing

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megpie71 · 5 years ago

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Why I don’t ship Clerith

(Because what the hell, I may as well get this out here before the fun and games start next year, and I have to fight off Clerith shippers with a bat)

I think I've worked out the problem I have with Cloud/Aerith shipping, as far as I'm concerned.

[Clarification: this is why I have trouble with it, and won't write it. I'm not saying other people can't, just that I do have issues with it, and therefore don't particularly like reading it, and I've sort of worked out why.]

Now, there are two predominant "schools" of people who ship Cloud with Aerith. One of those is what I'd call OT3/OT4 fandom, where firstly, the relationship is happening prior to the Nibelheim event, and generally there's at least Zack mixed in to the bundle (sometimes with the addition of Sephiroth, to make the OT4), and it's generally a bisexual threesome at least. And yeah, that one I find vaguely believable.

[Could all the anti-shippers who just leapt to their feet shrieking "paedophillia!" because Cloud is canonically somewhere between 14 and 16 in this 'ship, kindly sit the fuck back down again? Cloud Strife may only be 14 years old, but he is a functional adult in his society, taking on an adult role (member of the army of the One World Government). He would greatly resent any implication he is a "child", because he gave up being a "child" when he left Nibelheim to join the army. Also, in the OT3 version, Aerith is about 15 - 17 years old, Zack is between 16 and 18 years old. None of them are "adults" as we'd define it in Western Eurocentric cultures, but all of them are "adults" according to their own cultural system that they grew up in. As such, they think of themselves as being adults, they consider themselves to be adults, and given they're performing adult roles for at least two years by the time the Nibelheim event comes along, they're not going to step back into childhood again, either. If you're going to bitch about this, then start by bitching at the original writers working for Square Enix well before you start bitching at fanwriters, okay?

This is also leaving aside the cheerful fact that "adulthood" norms are generally socially and culturally determined. So, for example, my maternal grandmother became a functional "adult" at the age of 14, when she came out on a boat from England to Australia in order to find work (accompanied by her 16 year old sister); my mother became a functional "adult" at the age of 16, when she finished her third year of high school and started working; and I became a functional "adult" at the age of 18, when I reached the legal age to vote and drink, even though I didn't have a full-time job and I was still living with my parents at the time. My paternal grandfather joined the British army at the age of 12 (as a drummer boy, toward the end of World War 1). What counts as "adult" is culturally and socially determined, and never a fixed point of reference.]

I can find it very believable that Cloud would get involved in a relationship with two people who are roughly around his own age, and that it would be a Good Thing in his life at the time. He's going through puberty, he's behaving as an adult in his society, he would be doing adult things, including sex and possibly alcohol (although my head-canon is that Cloud is incredibly disappointed with Midgarian beer the first time he tries it, and refers to it as "sex in a canoe" ever after - fucking close to water. He grew up drinking applejack and brandywine as antifreeze since shortly after he could first toddle).

The other "school" of people who ship Cloud and Aerith tend to place the potential relationship during the canon time period of the original game, starting not long after Cloud rescues Aerith from the Turks in the church. Now, I have a lot of problems with that one.

Firstly, I doubt Aerith would really be interested in a relationship. It's made reasonably clear at the end of Crisis Core (and in "The Last Order" OVA) that Aerith knows when Zack was killed - she feels his spirit rejoin the Lifestream because she is who and what she is. So her first serious boyfriend has died, she knows he's died, and you can't kid me she wouldn't be grieving as a result. So I don't think Aerith is in the right emotional place to be starting a relationship.

As for Cloud... oh gods. No. Hell no. So much no.

Cloud is, at the point where he meets Aerith, a psychological mess beyond belief. He has been incredibly traumatised, first by multiple years of experimentation, then by prolonged mako poisoning, and then finally, just as he's starting to come out of that, by seeing his best (only?) friend destroyed in front of him by pretty much the whole damn Shinra army. Zack dies in his arms, and the best interpretation of what happens next is Cloud's mind, overwhelmed by the emotional and sensory overload of dealing with this (because he's not just waking up from mako poisoning, he's waking up from mako poisoning with Sephiroth-level SOLDIER enhancement, which means his sensory matrix has been boosted sight out of mind as well) basically shuts down completely on a conscious level, and wipes the memory, adding traumatic amnesia to the whole mix. When he re-awakens, he re-patterns himself on a combination of Zack's memory, what he remembers of Sephiroth, and what he thinks a First Class SOLDIER should be like.

Now, mix in that Cloud Strife is carrying around the Buster Sword the first time Aerith meets him, in the plaza in sector eight, just after Reactor One has exploded. Aerith knows what the Buster Sword is, she knows what it meant to Zack and she knew why it meant that. So seeing it on someone else's back is probably a very nasty reminder to her that Zack isn't coming back. She doesn't know why Cloud is wearing it, and I doubt in the shock of the moment (let's not forget: massive explosion about five to ten minutes previously, people running around the square like headless chickens the whole time, she's probably not really thinking all that clearly to begin with, and given Mako is also the Lifestream, she's probably felt a profound disturbance in the localised lifestream flows thanks to the destruction of the mako reactor, which may well have knocked her sideways as well!) she's really able to do much more than recognise it, feel the shock of the recognition, and move on to the next part of the interaction.

The second time Cloud and Aerith meet (and if you're familiar with Crisis Core canon, the second time someone drops through the roof of the Church down onto her flowerbed - if not, go look up who the first example was) she's a bit more capable of sustained thought past the shock. So she sees it's the same guy with the Buster Sword, and this time, she's determined he isn't going to vanish on her, because there's something hinky going on here. It gets even weirder for her when you consider Cloud is channelling a lot of Zack's mannerisms in order to be able to get through the encounter himself (I have a strong suspicion Cloud is dissociating continuously throughout at least the first five "days" of the game). So she "hires" this strange guy as her "bodyguard", gets him away from the Turks who appear to have turned up to collect him (and really, it's much more likely at first approximation that the Turks and troopers are there to collect Cloud, given the ambush President Shinra staged at Reactor Four), takes him home with her, and deliberately makes sure she's able to keep an eye on him by following him back to Sector Seven. Or at least, that's the plan.

I really don't think Cloud would be an attractive partner for Aerith at that point - not with her grief still fresh in her mind, and with his uncanny behavioural resemblance to Zack. I think Cloud would be much more likely to creep her the fuck out, rather than turn her on sexually. And as for Cloud, my head-canon for him is he probably isn't even masturbating at this point in his life - his mind is basically about fifty-seven different types of trauma all shaken up into a constant waking nightmare. He might have a few wet dreams when the physical pressure gets too great, but he's not even thinking of himself as a sexual being at this point, and certainly not in a space where he'd be interested in an actual relationship. The flirting is mechanical (and probably comes across as same, too) and I really don't think he would have been physically capable of following through, so to speak. (Cloud, to my mind, won't be ready for a relationship until about two or three years down the line after the end of Advent Children, if then).

So no, I don't think it's possible for Cloud and Aerith to be involved in a relationship at that point. Not even if they'd been involved in one prior to the Nibelheim event. (Actually, in that particular case it would be even more traumatic for both of them - Aerith knows Cloud, but can't tell him because it would hurt him more than he can handle; he's constantly dissociating and suffering from traumatic amnesia, and he's only just got out of a state of complete catatonia - learning the truth in such a fashion would just knock him straight back there, and they need him upright and functioning. Plus it's physically safer for him if he learns the truth of the matter slowly - if he went catatonic... well, that could very well dump him right back into Hojo's hands again, since it's a fair bet Shinra owns the majority of the medical facilities in the world).

Then Sephiroth damn near manipulates Cloud into killing Aerith, and when that doesn't work, Sephiroth kills her himself, right in front of Cloud. If you tell me that wouldn't be the cue for a massive attack of the guilts on Cloud's part, I'm going to ask what the merry hells you're on, because I need my doctor to prescribe me some of that.

#ff7 #why I don't ship Clerith #why I don't ship Cloud with anyone in-game #have some psychological realism #have some socio-cultural realism too #Yeah I'm stirring the pot #I figure I'll get in early before the rush starts

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mylifewithasperger · 6 years ago

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Jay's adventure

Thanks go to Jay for this, I met Jay years ago while being tested for Autism, I'm much further along the spectrum than him and I tend to direct questions toward him if I'm confused by what the humans around me are doing and why.

For the last six years Jay has worked as a Security Guard, he enjoys it because everything is codified, no need for him to make a decision as everything is already laid out in black and white.

He posted this earlier this year and I asked to share it.

This is his adventure.

Had a stressful day this week.

One of the officers called in sick, *cough* *cough* I have a back ache kinda crap.

So I run in to cover it, turns out he called out because they were having a 'shine a light on Autism' day, complete with media, politicians and seven kids that are so far over on the spectrum scale it's not even funny.

They had no damn business pulling these kids out into this kind of circus, worse though, the specialist that was supposed to be on hand to help the kids was a no show.

The parents were worse than useless, mainly because parents that know what they are doing don't bring kids that far over on the spectrum into situations like this.

One little girl had mittens duct taped to her hands because she scratched her neck to the point of bleeding when she was stressed.

And their response was to duct tape mittens on her rather than NOT TAKE HER TO A MEDIA CIRCUS LIKE A RESPONSIBLE ADULT!

Anothe decided that her son just needed to watch his favorite show, general hint, if your kid is hiding behind a potted plant holding his ears and rocking himself I would suggest you NOT drag him out and try to shove a flashing loud kids show in his face, it doesn't help the situation to add MORE stimuli to him.

It was like watching a dark mirror of everything I've worked hard to avoid all wrapped up in a loud, obnoxious package and shoved in my face.

Fortunately it snowed on Sunday and I had my sleeping gear out in the truck, a quick trip out and I had a brand new fluffy pillow that I use when sensory overload happens, I usually keep a subtle lavender or mint scent buried deep in the stuffing, this time it was lemongrass and citrus.

Shoving the pillow into the knee well of the security desk I knelt down next to one of the kids who was having a bad time and had been wrenching his thumb back and forth as he knelt near one of the lobby chairs.

I drummed my fingers on the chair rest until I had his attention before pointing to the desk, rules were simple, he could go under there to get away but once he heard the beep (a monitor system did an automatic check every ten minutes) he had to let the next child in.

Very quickly they had a system in place, they knew that there was somewhere they could go and who was next.

It was still rough, but they were avoiding the meltdowns because they had a system.

Worked pretty well too, for about ninety minutes, then one of the mothers decided she needed her son to have a photo op with the mayor.

Well he was already under the desk, you would think she could wait until after he managed to calm himself down before she shoved him next to a person he didn't know and let a bunch of people stare at him and take photos.

You would think.

When I pointed out that she needed to wait the bitch puffed up like an angry toad and told me not to tell her how to raise her child.

So she dragged him out.

His time wasn't up, this obviously broke the system that was in place and as anyone with two active brain cells could have predicted he hit the damn roof.

Not only did he hit the roof so did the next child, because the system was broken and she wasn't able to rationalize what that meant for her.

And the bitch looks at me as her son screams and thrashed and says "he'll get over it."

And I look around, at the mayor and politicians, the reporters, the chief of police, literally right next door to the Jail and realize that I'm about to lose my job and get my ass arrested.

Because I'm about to knock her out.

In law it's known as mens rea, the 'criminal intent' the fact that you know and acknowledge something is a crime but fully intend to do it anyway.

No he damn well won't 'get over it' that's not how it works.

So yeah, I'm about to earn a 'battery on a female' charge and she's about to have her jaw wired shut.

And I am perfectly okay with this decision.

Into this moment flounces one of the most over the top queer (his description of himself) little men you ever will see, fabulous in fuchsia and five four if he's an inch the Autism specialist had arrived.

I'm going to be honest, I'm not sure what they were paying him, but he damn well earned every penny, even as he hit every single stereotype you could imagine he managed to intercept the cow, get the kid back where he could calm down and immediately began working to keep the circus as far away from the kids as possible.

Had he been two hours earlier the whole thing would have gone off without a hitch, what he had planned was easily a hundred times better than what I managed to jury rig up, but instead of insisting that 'His' system be used, he jumped right in and began building on the system that the kids already had.

Thankfully my relief arrived soon after and I managed to head home, I'm putting in a request for 'emergency work' compensation though, I damn well did not sign up for that.

It was disturbing though, watching the physical and emotional signals that I could recognize in myself, that I've worked so hard to compensate for, bury or blend into the rest of my 'public character' all right there, and none of the 'parents' seemed to give a damn.

Thanks Jay for letting me share.

#as #asd #asperger #asperger syndrome #autism #communications #life #life lessons #poor parenting #what not to do

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notsofly · 6 years ago

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Ties in Blood Chapter 25

@mrswhozeewhatsis @impala-dreamer @idreamofplaid @percussiongirl2017 @squirrelnotsam @winchestergirl-13

Chapter 25

Aaliyah stood a few feet behind the person at the pharmacy counter; an index finger tapping away at her thigh. She told Dean that she’d meet him and Sam at their motel room while she grabbed a few things. The person at the counter seemed to be taking a little too long for Aaliyah’s taste before they finally stepped away. She took a deep breath and stepped up to the open spot.

“Hi,” Aaliyah said. “I need Plan B, please.”

“Do you have a prescription for it?”

“I … uh … I didn’t know I needed one.” Her stomach started to twist from the seed of panic that took root. “Is there a way I can get it without a prescription?”

“Planned Parenthood. But … Let me talk with my manager for a minute.”

Aaliyah watched the pharmacy tech disappear around a corner. She glossed over the several shelves behind the counter in her turn to look out into the large store. Christmas music played over the PA system. The holiday was yet another reminder of what she missed growing up.

“Miss,” the pharmacy tech said, startling Aaliyah a little.

Aaliyah turned to see the tech sliding a box across the counter top.

“It’s fifty dollars,” the tech told her.

Aaliyah sighed with relief as she fished out the money to pay for it. She slid the box into a coat pocket in her path to the door. Her mind started running through excuses in the off chance one of the boys would find it. The second she stepped out the door, she shivered against the cold and zipped up her coat for the few minutes it took to reach her car.

She climbed into the car and managed to not completely rip open the box and freed one of the pills to dry swallow. Guilt started to eat away at her as Aaliyah pulled out of the parking spot. It was gonna be a hard few days.

***

Aliyah walked into the room with the bag of food and smiled at Sam. He responded with a quick wave while listening to whoever was on the other end of the call. She glared at Dean in his efforts to take the bag from her but didn’t really fight him on it. She draped her coat over the back of a chair as Sam hung up.

“Well, we’re not dealing with the anti-Clause,” he said.

“The what, now?” Aaliyah asked. “Isn’t that Krampus?”

“Who?” Dean shot her a confused look.

“It’s a what,” she countered. “In pagan tradition, it’s a horned half goat, half demonic creature that went around and punished children that misbehaved around this time. The legend has ties in Middle Europe and Northern Italy.”

“How’d you know that?” Dean asked.

“It was in one of those odd lore books I read while laid up after the car accident.”

“Uh huh.” Dean blinked, bringing himself back around. “What’d Bobby say?”

“That we’re morons,” Sam answered.

Aaliyah gave an amused huff, gaining a stare from Sam. “What? He’s probably right? What else did he say?”

“And that there’s meadowsweet in the wreaths.”

“What the hell is meadowsweet?” Aaliyah asked before rifling through the food bag.

“A rare and powerful pagan plant.”

“How’d you not know that from that lore book?” Dean asked, a bite of food cheeked.

“It was pagan creatures, not herbs and its uses,” Aaliyah chided. “What’s meadowsweet to these gods you’re after?”

“Human sacrifice,” Sam said, reading off his laptop. “Kinda like … chum for their gods. They’re drawn to it and stop by and chow down on the nearest human.”

“Sounds lovely,” Aaliyah said.

“Why would anyone use it for Christmas wreaths?” Dean asked.

“It’s not as crazy as it sounds,” Sam said. “Pretty much every Christmas tradition is pagan.”

“It’s Jesus’s birthday,” Dean argued.

“Not really,” Aaliyah chimed in, sitting down in the other chair. “His birthday was probably in the fall. It was the winter solstice that was taken by the Catholic church and renamed Christmas. The trees, the Yule log, even Santa’s suit, all remnants of pagan tradition.” She caught the mild surprise on Dean’s face and gave him a shrug. “I took a few classes on religions around the world.”

“Next you’re gonna tell me that the Easter Bunny’s Jewish,” Dean said.

Aaliyah shrugged and took another bite while Sam took over the conversation. She half listened while he talked about this Hold Nickar and that he would give mild weather in return for human sacrifices. “Any idea how to kill him?”

“No, but Bobby’s working on it,” Sam answered. “We can use your help on who’s selling those wreaths.”

***

Aaliyah walked into the shop that was decked out in Christmas floral arrangements as the bell above the door chimed. She repressed a shutter from the overload of seasonal joy and the memories of waking up Christmas day to nothing.

“Can I help you?” the shop keeper asked, coming into view.

“Uh, yeah. I was over at the Walshes’ the other night, playing a mean game of … um …Uno,” Aaliyah started, stammering for a second. “They had this wreath that I just gotta get for my own place, yah know? Made with mistletoe and … what was it? Meadowsweet. That’s it.”

“I know the one,” the show keeper said. “But I’m all out.”

Aaliyah made a confused look. “From what I heard, the stuff’s rare and expensive. Why put it in wreaths?”

The shop keeper gave a shrug. “Beats me. I didn’t make ‘em.”

Aaliyah tilted her head. “Who did?”

“A local woman. Madge Carrigan’s her name. Said the wreaths were so special, she’d gave ‘em to me free.”

“And you sold ‘em?” Aaliyah came to the conclusion.

“That’s right. People pay a crap ton for this stuff.”

“Thank you, sir,” Aaliyah said before seeing herself out.

She stuffed her hands into the pockets of the zip up hoodie for the few feet to the Impala and climbed it. “Got ‘em from some woman named Madge Carrigan,” she told the brothers. “And she’s a local who just gave the wreaths away for free to the guy.”

“Nut job,” Dean commented as he started the engine and backed out of the parking spot.

“Yeah, you’re telling me.”

Aaliyah looked out the window as they drove down the streets back to the motel while the brothers talked the case over between themselves. She climbed out of the backseat once they pulled into a spot at the motel and followed the boys into the room. Their talk shifted from the case to a wreath that John had gotten years ago. She half listened to them as she rifled through her bag and worked out the pill box.

“Aaliyah, tell me you had a decent Christmas growing up,” Sam said.

She dry swallowed the pill in her turn to face the younger Winchester. “What’s a decent Christmas? Xander and I grew up half starved thanks to our father dividing his time between work and hunting. Those two weeks off from school were tough until high school.”

“I’m sorry,” Sam said.

“I got used to not getting anything.” Aaliyah turned back to her back and hid the box. “You two want me come with you to the Carrigans tomorrow? Or I can dig around for another case.”

“Nah, you stay here,” Dean told her. “Relax for a day or two.”

Aaliyah swore she heard worry in his voice. Like there was something there he wanted to make sure of.

“Besides,” he continued. “We’re just going to scope out the place. You’ll be the first we call for help.”

A sigh escaped Aaliyah’s lips. “There’s gotta be something I can do to help. What’d Bobby say that’ll kill the suckers?”

“Evergreen stakes.”

“Where am I gonna get evergreen branches at this time of day?”

***

Aaliyah shivered as she glanced over the sparse selection of trees. The attendant for the pop up farm had the air of wanting to retreat back into their camper and spend Christmas alone. She chose a small one that appeared to be able to yield a few stakes and the attendant went about wrapping it and helping her put it on the car roof. The drive back to the motel was a bit nerve wracking, but she made it. Aaliyah declined the help to get the tree off the car and into the room by another person there and managed to do the work alone.

With the television on for a source of noise, Aaliyah managed to get the tree free of it’s wrapping and a decent sized branch for a stake. She worked at it with a knife and had just started getting a point when her cell buzzed with an incoming text.

911 Carrigan House

Aaliyah jumped from the chair and armed herself with the same knife and the partially made stake. With the two weapons in one hand and the cell and keys in the other, she darted out the room and was on the room racing down the street.

She killed the headlights on her approach to the house before putting the car into park. Her heart raced with adrenaline coursing through her body as she stalked toward the house, darting from shadow to shadow. A peak through a window showed Aaliyah Sam tied up in a chair. She watched as his hand was cut and was about to barge in with what she had when she heard voices approaching the house from the path. Aaliyah moved around to the back of the house and used the distraction of the neighbors to get inside the house.

Leave it to disgruntled pagan gods to be the ones to be the picturesque of the middle class living. The back room was disgustingly clean. Aaliyah cracked the door open and peered out. It gave her a view of the kitchen and dining area where Dean and Sam were tied up. Aaliyah could hear voices at the front door while Dean gestured her into the area. She kept herself low on her hunches, nearly sitting on the floor, and moved for Dean first. With one hand she unsheathed her knife and started sawing at the rope that tied him down.

“Next time we have a wild night…” Dean started.

“Save it for when we’re not…” The knife went through the last of the rope. Aaliyah looked up to match Dean’s gaze. “Facing down pagan gods.”

Aaliyah worked her way under the table and worked at freeing Sam the same way while Dean freed himself. She went from under the table to the threshold between the dining room and living room to keep watch on the Carrigans while the brothers freed themselves. Two quiet knocks on the trimming alerted the brothers that the distraction was gone. Aaliyah pulled herself from the threshold and followed after them into the kitchen then back out when the Carrigans enter.

“Didn’t expect you to get here so quick,” Sam said, holding his door closed.

“Always the trust worthy backup, that’s what I am.” She pulled at the cabinet and barely moved it. She sensed Sam move beside her and help with it.

“What now?” Dean asked as he came around. “The stakes are in the basement.”

Aaliyah rolled her own stake in her hand even as she scanned the house. She nudged the boys and gestured with her head toward the displayed tree. There was a second or two, the brothers sharing a look and holding an entire conversation with that look, before they moved for the tree. She stepped into the living room just as the door blocked by a drawer opened. In a spin, she brought up her spike just to have it knocked out of her hand.

“Oh dear,” Madge spoke. “Don’t wanna be ruining our clothes, do we?”

“Who said anything about ruining clothes?” Aaliyah’s body tensed when a hand behind her grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

The one who pulled her back took her place and plunged their stake into Madge.

Aaliyah panicked in her search for her stake and dove for it. The small hairs on her body stood on end, the sensation of someone right behind her. She rolled and brought the stake out in front of her just as Mr. Carrigan came down toward her. There was a look of surprise on his face, like he hadn’t expected her to actually kill him. She guided him onto the floor where he landed with a thud. Her chest heaved slightly before her breathing returned to normal.

“Aaliyah?” Sam called out. “Aaliyah?”

She lifted a hand and waved it. “Over here.” Her hand grabbed hold of the hand that grabbed her before pulling herself up. “Thanks, Sammy.”

He gave an amused noise. “Merry Christmas, you two.”

“Some Christmas. See you two back at the motel? I’ll make a food and beer run?”

***

Aaliyah used her foot to close the motel door behind her as she was greeted with Eliza Fitzgerald’s version of “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” and a small, but intact, tree being decorated by Sam.

“Car fresheners?” she questioned, putting the couple bags and couple cases of beer on the table.

“Best choice from the station,” Sam answered. He turned from putting the last air freshener on the tree. “Are you okay staying with us tonight? I know what happened with Amanda…”

Aaliyah waved off what would had been a touching speech. “I’m working through it. Am I better than a week ago? Not really. Part of me still wants to go all self-destructive over it. But I don’t wanna go and spend this time alone and …”

She was interrupted by the door opening behind her and Dean walking in with the pizza.

“What’s all this?” he asked.

“Uh …” Sam trailed off. “It’s Christmas.”

Aaliyah grabbed a beer and moved out of the way between the brothers.

“What made you change your mind?” Dean asked.

Aaliyah listened as Sam offered up the eggnog and pulled out her cell. She thumbed through the contacts and started at Nissa’s number, her mind warring on to call or not. Hitting the call button, Aaliyah put the cell to her ear and listened to the ringing.

“You got bad timing,” Nissa greeted. “I’m about to kick Leo’s ass in Scrabble.”

“So not true,” Leo shouted.

Aaliyah chuckled to herself at the bickering between her half siblings.

“Where are you?” Nissa asked, her attention back to Aaliyah. “Last I heard you were off in Texas chasing down a Chupacabra.”

“Ypsilanti.” Aaliyah casted a glance over her shoulder to the boys, who had sat down and were exchanging gifts. “The guys needed some help with some pagan gods and I was in the area.”

“We told mom about you,” Nissa said. “Surprised the both of us saying she wanted to meet you one day. You should come by tomorrow. Maybe have a family dinner.”

Aaliyah shifted her weight. “I need to check on Xander. It’s been too long since I’ve done that. Not sure he’s … stable after that vampire hunt of his went sideways a few months ago.”

“Tell Liyra that if she’s not coming to us tomorrow,” Leo said, his voice still distant from wherever he sat at the table. “We’re coming to her.”

“It does sound better than you running around on your own,” Nissa agreed. “We’ll see you tomorrow around noon.” She hung up before Aaliyah could argue.

“Hey, Aaliyah,” Dean called to her. “You got stuff, too.”

She turned to see them looking at her. “Alright, hang on.” She walked over and grabbed the couple bags off the table and handed one bag to each brother before sitting on the couch.

“You didn’t have too,” Dean half protested as he dug into the bag.

Aaliyah half shrugged and held up the bags that he and Sam had handed her. “Same here. Now, lets see here …” She dug into one bag and pulled out a pack of gum, a few bottles of Faygo in a few different flavors, and a candy bar. “Thanks, Dean.”

“How’d you know?”

She held up the skin mag. “Who else woulda slipped this in there? Not that I mind. I like looking at hot chicks.” Her eye caught Dean’s jaw drop a little and laughed. “Nothing wrong with looking. And from Sam we got … some first aid supplies, a box of ammo, and a fantasy book. Thanks guys. I mean it.”

A hand came to rest on her shoulder, bringing her attention over to Sam.

“You’re family,” he told her. “We’ll do anything for you.”

“Sammy’s right,” Dean added. “Anything at all, you call us.”

Aaliyah gave a small smile. “Thanks. Now, how about that game?”

She turned her attention to the tv as the game was turned on. She toed off her shoes and settled back into the couch, crossing her legs in front of her. It was another Christmas motel, something that happened during college. But there was something about this year that was different. Aaliyah wasn’t spending it alone or at a friend’s place for two weeks. This one had the bond shared with two brothers that had grown up in a broken family, not quite that different from her own, and grew up as hunters. Part of her wasn’t sure how to process the whole mix of the day.

Her body shifted throughout the game until she was stretched out and taking up her seat and the space between her and Sam; her head resting on the arm rest. At one point the motel door opened and closed a few times before she startled at the weight of a blanket being placed on her and a pillow under her head. Aaliyah caught some of a conversation between Sam and Dean before she passed out for the night.

“Liyra, sweetheart.”

The voice was calm and quiet, as if the speaker honestly didn’t want to wake her up. She moaned in protest of being woken.

“I know. But I wanna talk with you about something.”

Aaliyah’s eyes opened in a snap to see Dean sitting on the floor next to her. His face had softened to a point where it seemed like it took him hours trying to figure out how to start the conversation and bring it up to her. She saw her Plan B box come up into view and her heart sank.

“If I had known…” Dean started before Aaliyah shook her head.

“It wasn’t your fault.” Her voice was a little raspy from the night’s sleep. “Not entirely. Some of the blame’s on me for not asking you to … cover up. And I think you might agree our life isn’t one to bring a kid into.”

“I do agree. Promise me this, though. Once I go downstairs and roast on a spike, you get yourself outta this life. Get back into nursing and have a normal life. Have a few boyfriends. Hell, a girlfriend even.” Dean reached out and put the box on the couch. “Just … get out of scaring yourself with things you can’t fix.”

Aaliyah nodded before Dean leaned over and gave her forehead a gentle kiss.

“Now, don’t you have a family thing to do today?”

“I’ll give Nissa a call in a few.” Aaliyah tossed the blanket off her and onto the back of the couch. “But first, nature calls.” She grabbed the box in her motion of sitting up. “And I gotta get one of these little things in my system.”

***

“Hey, sis,” Leo called to Aaliyah as she emerged from the motel room, her bags in hand. “Ready to roll?”

“As I’ll ever be,” Aaliyah replied. “Just follow me. The assisted living home’s not that far from here.” She tossed her bags into the backseat of her car and climbed into the driver’s seat.

With the radio on one of the few stations not playing Christmas music, she pulled out of the motel lot and started off down the road. Her mind raced with scenarios on how Xander would react to his siblings showing up after all this time. And with each one that popped up she shot back down with the reminder that she didn’t know how he would react and to stop torturing herself.

Aaliyah found a parking spot at the assisted living building and climbed out as her half siblings found another parking spot. She half expected there to be more vehicles than the dozen or so that probably belonged to the employees.

“Apparently other people are too bothered to visit family here,” Leo spoke what Aaliyah was thinking.

“We have reasons that keep us away,” Nissa added. “What do they have? Gotta get to the gym for the weekly run on the treadmill?”

“Racquetball?” Leo tossed in as they started for the door.

Aaliyah ignored them as the two tossed gym activities back and forth. There was something odd about what little she was able to see in the lobby before they stepped through the doors. Sure, there were residents up and moving about. Nurses making their rounds. Everything seemed to be on pace for a normal day. But there was still something that screamed supernatural to her.

“Guys, shut it,” she snapped under her breath. “Something’s wrong here.”

“Doesn’t seem like it,” Leo commented. “You must be feeling off. Excuse me, nurse?” He started for the nearest nurse.

“I’m getting the feeling, too,” Nissa said, coming up beside Aaliyah. “Whatcha think it is?”

“I don’t know, and I don’t like that. Maybe Leo’s right and I’m just off. The holiday season’s a bad time anyway and there’s …”

“Come on, you two,” Leo called to them. “Xander’s this way.”

“I’ll tell you later.” Aaliyah followed after her brother, who was half way to a hallway. There was some yelling and shouting coming from one of the rooms down that way.

“Hey, Xander,” Leo’s voice drifted from a room he had ducked into. Right before there was the sound of glass shattering and Leo jumping out from the room. “Nice to see you, too,” he muttered. “Careful, Liyra. He’s gone wild.”

Aaliyah pushed past Leo and eased her head into Xander’s room to see him fighting three nurses and a doctor.

“I don’t want any meds,” Xander shouted in his struggles against the medical staff there.

Aaliyah moved further into the room and over to the bed. “Xander.” It was quiet enough she wasn’t sure he would actually hear her. “Xander.”

“Sedative,” the doctor said.

One of the nurses pulled herself from Xander and came face to face with Aaliyah. “You can’t be here.”

“I’m his sister,” Aaliyah argued.

“Don’t let ‘em drug me,” Xander called out.

Aaliyah wasn’t sure if he called out to her or to anyone who would help. She pulled the nurse into the hallway and saw her expression change when Nissa and Leo came in close. “Is he refusing medication?”

“Has been,” the nurse shifted nervously. “Kept saying that there was something here and had to deal with it. I’m not supposed to tell you this …” She glanced back to the room. “But we’ve had several people slip into comas and die in the past three months. And two more entered comas a few days ago.”

“I’m Aaliyah,” she told the nurse. “I believe I’m on the paperwork …”

“You are,” the nurse confirmed. “But what do you know…”

“I went to nursing school, I know the rights of the patient,” Aaliyah interrupted. “And if my brother’s of sound mind, he’s able to make any medical choice he wants. No drugs, period. Now, do we need to go in there and pull off your co-workers?” Aaliyah stared down the nurse before moving for the room.

“Alright, all of you, out,” Aaliyah raised her voice. “Now.” She stood her ground as the remaining two nurses and doctor moved from the bed and out of the room. “Nissa, Leo. I think we all need a talk.”

#supernatural spn fanfic christmas

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starfaring-princelotor · 6 years ago

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Second Touch

Summary: Prince Lotor’s touching goes a little too far for the Medic!Reader.

★ Disclaimer: I do not ship Lotura and I respectfully ask that this story to not be tagged as Lotura. This is a Lotor x Reader/Self-Insert OC story which is in no way related to Allura at all. Please be respectful of my chosen pairing. ★

Touch Series: Part One___Part Two___Part Three___Part Four ___Part Five

Taste Series: Part One ___Part Two___Part Three ___Part Four___Part Five

Sight Series: Part One___Part Two___Part Three___Part Four

Prince Lotor found himself in a familiar situation a mere few days later, albeit a bit more…dangerous. Scratch that, MUCH more dangerous. Of course, he was still secluded in his cozy cell with his cozy food and his cozy stitches. Though, while he laid in relative comfort and skewed security, the Castle of Lions was, simply put, falling apart. In the literal sense. The ship was being attacked quite viciously and there was no news being passed to the only prisoner who was stuck in a soon-to-be death dungeon.

The Prince let out a gruff curse, his body flung up against the ceiling as the ship jerked once more when another attack pierced the hull. He had to get out if he wanted to live and learn all there was to know about the galaxies. He had to get out to, well, to explore that insistent tickling that urged him to pull your strings, to cater you to his wills and whims, to dissect you, all for the sake of discovery. When Prince Lotor was determined, he would go the distance to achieve goals. No prison would restrain him. Victory or death.

“-lura, Allura! Open cell 87A-3, Lotor’s-” a loud BANG resonated throughout the giant chamber, “Fuck! Allura, can you-God DAMMIT!”

The lights flickered off for a few seconds and Prince Lotor was met with pitch blackness. There wasn’t even a glow of energy in the room and, for a rare fleeting moment, Lotor was…hesitant. There was obviously a battle taking place outside and HE was stuck here, doing nothing. But his ears did not deceive him! He heard you and SAW you riding the lift down to his level before everything went dark. Though, as of now, you were…quiet. Did you die? Did you leave him to suffer his cruel fate?

“Lotor? Lotor, can you hear me?” you concerned voice echoed the hall.

A loud CRASH resonated again and the lights flicked on once more. The barrier caging him was still active, still trapping him, and he saw you just a few feet away hastily tapping keys on the holographic screen that denied him his freedom. The station blinked red and you slammed a closed fist upon it in frustration, cursing some expletives that he strangely found amusing. It wasn’t working, obviously, and Lotor can see your brows scrunch up in anger, as if you were running out of time.

Which, in this case, wasn’t completely wrong. You turned towards the barrier, running towards it, and began hastily inspecting it for SOME sort of weak point to jailbreak him out of there. Lotor was in there for a few days and he found nothing of use, though you were adamant about helping him. He never thought he would see the good doctor fret and worry like this for his safety. Given, he too was worried about his fate, but you…those eyes of yours, frantically flicking here and there, it reminded him of a ticking time bomb. If you didn’t figure something out soon, you would die, you would LOSE everything you worked so hard for.

“I am here, doctor,” he spoke in a wavering voice as the ship jerked once more, making him stumble to his feet, “Curses, what in the cosmos is going on out there?” “The ship, some space creatures, I don’t-” you tried to explain, but your words were too fast and he couldn’t hear you very clearly over the sirens blaring in warning, “They’re sapping the crystal, we’re running out of power and-”

The mechanism above Lotor’s cell exploded, dislodging an enormous component that began falling right over his prison. With no escape, no barrier dropping to grant him freedom he desperately needed in this situation, Lotor was left with his fate. The large chunk of metal smashed through his roof, successfully knocking it completely off the catwalk. You stared at him, horrified, fearful, scared, and his expression? It mirrored yours. He couldn’t die here, die by some slab of metal taking him out, before he got to experience the rest of his damned life.

Though, your eyes…you held a sense of immense sadness behind them. Guilt, he would even dare assume.

“Prince Lotor!” you screamed in urgency, watching as the prison cell fell lower and lower into the chasm.

The barrier was no longer active, now that it was completely disconnected from its power source, but it was a few seconds too late. Lotor was plummeting farther away your figure reaching out to him. That arm, open hand, calling him, demanding he come back. Demanding he TRY. And who was he to simply give up? That was not Prince Lotor. That was not the Galra way he was taught.

With the agility and strength he gained as an exiled Prince, Lotor quickly hopped up to his feet and rushed to the broken edge of his prison. There were more pieces of the ceiling falling down towards him and time was of the most critical essence. His mind and body went into overdrive, adrenaline pumping through his veins as he calculated the best possible route to take. He crouched and launched himself upwards, using the momentum to carry him from concrete chunk to chunk.

When the pieces dwindled down and his pathway was slowly running out, he used all his strength to propel himself as far as he could to you in one final leap. His claws reached out in the flickering light before it completely went dark. Lotor could hear his heart drop in his chest. His fingers grabbed nothing but air. Just like every aspect of his life, his goal slipped through his clutches, reminding him that fate was the one in charge here. Fate decided the outcome, no matter how much blood, sweat, and tears he worked into changing it.

“I got you!”

Your hand had managed to tightly grip around his armored wrist at the very last second. It was odd to think about, especially on the brink of death, but your voice in the endless darkness was like a starlight calling to him. A wish granted. The voice of the moon. Dear cosmos, he was grateful. And he would not take this act of grace without thanks. Still rushed with adrenaline, his other hand reached up and those claws of his latched onto your arm. He was secure, even though everything around the two of you was falling apart.

“Fuck! Lotor, you’re-ugh-you’re heavy!”

Now was not the time for this, but he couldn’t restrain himself from ordering you around, “Get me up at once and THEN we can begin insulting one another!”

You followed his order and hauled him up the platform with struggled grunts and pained whimpers. He crawled up and allowed himself a second to breathe, though the threat of danger was still hovering the ship. The room was dark and the only thing he could use as a point of reference was…your hand. Your warm, soft, smooth hand. Tethered together, you led him to the stairs, where a glow of red was illuminating the only exit available. Lotor ran with you, too eager to get as far away from this hellish prison as fast as he could, and he tightened his hold to remind himself that he was in your debt.

The Paladins and Princess were in worse for wear. As it turns out, all the power from the castle has been sapped from a swarm of Titan Anguisobers. Energy sucking space eels, in short. Floating in a dead vessel around an empty asteroid field was the least of the crew’s problems, however. Without healing pods to assist you in aiding the more sore wounds, the castle was stuck with primitive Earth medicine practice. Meaning you were now overloaded with work.

The hospital wing in the castle was completely destroyed as well. All medical supplies were gone or unsalvageable. Prince Lotor knew this would only slow down the recovery process. Hence, why all of the members of Voltron were currently gathered in the main command center, himself included. Now that things were more calmer, Lotor could take time to reflect on all the events that happened.

His stare was on your person, observing you once again, though this time without the restraints of his prison’s barrier.

Exhaustion was clear on your face, as well as all the other’s in the room. Allura was passed out, no doubt from having her life source directly connected to the energy crystal. What those eels took from the crystal, they took from her as well. Coran was tending to her, but otherwise, she had no injuries on the surface. The same could not be said for the Voltron Paladins, though. This was a battle lost. It showed on their defeated expressions.

“Shiro, I need a hand here,” you ordered, that bored tone no longer mixed in your words like before, “Put some pressure there-yes, just like that. Pidge will be fine, the bleeding has stopped.”

It was like watching a completely new you. There was no hostility, but Lotor supposed the urgency with everyone’s health pulled out the sense of professionalism to the surface. He could see you were more comfortable with them than you were with him. He took no offense to that. In fact, he would praise you for your caution, even if there was none hovering around you now. Shouldn’t there be? He could easily harm you if he so desired to do so. He could very well snap your neck before the Paladins had a chance to step in. Did you feel safe with the Paladins surrounding you?

Prince Lotor could touch you, but a quick glance down to your forearm told him that he already had in the worst way possible.

Four, no, five lacerations, all about two to three inches long, scarred down along the length of your arm. The wounds were still open, still sensitive, though the blood has long since been dried and wiped away. They didn’t need stitches, no, just bandages. However, with limited supplies going around, it was the good doctor’s ridiculous selflessness which left you being unattended to. Stupid, he thought. If you died, if you bled out, who would take care of the injured? This was why he was no medic at heart. Their morals were too closely tied to accursed emotions.

Prince Lotor was honorable, to an extent. He caused this injury, so he will heal it. Given, this wasn’t what he had in mind for his next test on exploring your odd habits. You were touching the Paladins just fine. Skin contact did not make you flinch away like before. For now, all he could rightly conclude was that you despised any contact from HIM. Solely him. So, why then, were you so willing to save him from falling in that pit? Did something change? What was added, or taken away, from his experiment?

The questions piled up and he could see his hypothesis crumble to pieces. Too many anomalies, not in a controlled environment, missing background information.

More data was needed, but seeing you wince in pain, Lotor realized that he needed a subject that was well and alive. He wasn’t done with you yet. Lifting himself off the wall he was leaning on, the Prince walked right up to you, disregarding Shiro’s warning stare. That stare which told him his defenses were active and the big guns will come out if he so much looked at you wrong. Those raised hackles was something Prince Lotor knew quite well.

“Did your stitches come undone?” you regarded him carefully when he stood in front of you, but not in the sense of wariness, more like concern for his well being.

Ever the caretaker, you were. Lotor waved his hand, arm showing that his stitches were still, in fact, set in place. If he was to say so, he was probably one of the few who came out unscathed from today’s attacks. A small glimmer of relief passed your eyes, relief of…not having to heal him and knowing he wasn’t injured. You knew that deep down, it could have been much, much worse.

“Doctor, your arm,” he nodded towards your injury, decidedly leaving out that his claws cut into you because he was nervous at the time, “Would you allow me to aid you?”

Shiro narrowed his eyes at Lotor and he could very well feel the stare pierce his back. He paid no mind, seeing as he was the only one here who was in good health to lend a hand. They needed all the help they could get. You studied him, those calculating eyes boring into his stoic face. Lotor could hear it, hear you weigh the pros and cons of his question in that little head of yours. Oh, if only he could read your thoughts, he would poke and prod and dissect your brain for days. And days. And days. Until you lost your beautiful mind in his madness.

You lifted your arm to him slowly, still on the fence about offering yourself to his services, “Don’t-”

“Touch you. Yes, I will refrain from doing so, good doctor.”

He had already indulged himself once and now, you gave him your skin so willingly. Of course, this was for science. Heal you so you may heal others. All you did was give and give and he would gladly push that limit of yours. Prince Lotor picked up a spare roll of bandages once you gave him the nod of approval. Everyone else was on the road to recovery and there was just enough on the roll to cover your arm.

He got to work, slowly, carefully, and with the tenderness of a lover. This was so new to him, touching but not touching. Healing by the demands of the patient. Give control to get controlled in return. Perhaps it was the intimacy of flesh touching flesh which left you uncomfortable? That was one possibility he would have to explore by getting closer to you, both through the mind and body. Challenge accepted, challenge very well accepted.

It was the thrill of not getting what he wanted. Not yet, anyways. Prince Lotor found it fun, even though he knew he could, he WILL, get you in the end. Instant gratification does not happen in science. When he finished his job, following your demands of NO CONTACT ALLOWED, he was granted that first door to access your heart.

A flicker of trust behind your eyes.

And he was absolutely ready to devour you whole.

#lotor x reader #blood #here u go #u touch starved thirsty heathens #spacestories #lotor

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lisatelramor · 6 years ago

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Ok, this wants to be something longer and if I manage to write more and finish what it wants to be, I’ll post it on AO3. In the meantime, this is for Natsume Yuujinchou week’s Youkai and humans/ species swap. So basically I took characters and Nyanko-sensei’s our protagonist as human along with Takashi as ayakashi. Not proof read, I just wanted to post SOMETHING for Natsuyuu week and this was as much as I could get done by today ^_^;;

Madara groaned as the train came to a stop at the station. Despite napping most of the way there, his hangover was just as strong as it had been that morning, leaving him with a pounding head and a vague nausea upsetting his gut. It had been a hell of a way to get kicked out of an apartment, but that’s why he’d been drinking in the first place. He told himself he wasn’t going to come back to this middle of nowhere town, but here he was, a decade and a half after leaving.

He left with just a suitcase full of clothes and a couple hundred yen in his pocket. He was coming back with even less, so what did that say about his life?

There was an ayakashi in the train station, lurking in the corner. The people coming and going avoided the spot on instinct leaving a meter of space around it in all directions. Madara avoided looking directly at it. Wasn’t his problem. Hell, it could start throwing the trash can and it still wouldn’t be his problem. He didn’t give a damn so long as it wasn’t trying to eat him.

Humid summer air hit like a brick after the air conditioned rail car. With it came the smell of green things and the stink of too many sweaty bodies crowded onto a train platform. He hadn’t missed this. Well, he corrected once he’d dragged his suitcase with him in a shortcut through the woods, he hadn’t missed it too much. There was a great big wide world out there and Madara had gone out and experienced it. There was so much more than a rural town full of backwards hicks that threw sticks and stones with their hurtful words.

He’d only stayed as long as he had back then because, well, he’d stayed that long because of reasons and those reasons hadn’t been there anymore.

He’d forgotten how many ayakashi were in the country though. Floating amid the tree branches. Hiding in underbrush. Lurking with teeth in the dark crevice of a rotted out tree trunk. When he was younger, it had been a problem. Now? Now Madara couldn’t give two shits. So long as he didn’t look and he kept a firm grasp on his powers, nothing would notice him and he could pretend he didn’t notice them, just like how it was supposed to be.

“Years,” Madara muttered, climbing out of a bush back onto a main road. “Years and this place looks exactly the same.” There was the post office. There was the road to the school. There was the house of that older lady that used to chase him off her lawn for picking persimmons she’d let rot on the tree. The green fruit were a long way off from being ripe right now, but Madara was willing to bet they’d still be rotting on the tree come November.

And speaking of things that hadn’t changed, the bar at the end of the street looked exactly how he remembered it, down to the hairline crack in one of the windowpanes and Hinoe’s precise handwriting on the signboard showing the daily specials.

Madara headed for the bar. He was making terrible life choices these days, why not make another?

It was dim inside, even though it was the middle of the damn day, because Hinoe’s bar had the atmosphere of a noir film with half the class. There were a couple people scattered in the corners of the room drinking their sad, pathetic lives away with whatever swill Hinoe served to the day-drinkers and perpetually drunk. Or maybe she’d changed that policy over the years. He kind of doubted that.

Hinoe was at the bar, idly flipping through a magazine and smoking a cigarette. The smoking was new. The magazine full of attractive women was not. Madara sat down at the bar, suitcase thumping against his legs, like it was a normal Tuesday afternoon and it hadn’t been over a decade since he’d stepped into her business. “Hey.”

Ash fell from the tip of the cigarette into an overloaded ashtray as Hinoe looked up. “Huh, well look what last night’s storm drug in. Madara. Long time no see. You look like hell.”

“You look the same as ever.” The same long hair tied up in a bun. The same too-dark makeup. The same bastardized kimono-style top with the sleeves tied back by some brightly patterned strip of cloth. If there weren’t deeper crow’s feet around her eyes, he could almost pretend he’d never left at all.

“I’m immortal, didn’t you know?” Hinoe said, grinning. “I thought you were never coming back. It’s been, what, ten years?”

“Fifteen,” Madara grunted.

“Right, right. I remember you saying something about leaving us losers all behind and finding your true greatness or some shit. Or was it that you’d prove that greatness to the world? How’d that go for you?” By her sly smile, she knew exactly how it went. He wouldn’t be here if his plans went the way they were supposed to and they both knew that.

“I went, I saw the world, the world witnessed me,” Madara said haughtily. “It couldn’t take my greatness so I magnanimously decided to return to share my glory with all of you again.”

“Uh huh. What’s the real story?”

“I went out into the world. The world wasn’t ready for my amazing person. So the world kicked my ass and now I’m living out of a suitcase.”

Hinoe blew a smoke ring. “Wow. Sucks to be you like usual.”

Madara sneered at her. She grinned back. She was a sad excuse for an almost friend and he definitely hadn’t missed her at all. “Speaking of living; my family home still there?”

“That piece of crap?” Hinoe raised an eyebrow. “The roof of that place collapsed two years back and the neighborhood health and safety group decided to tear it down. Since no one had lived there in over a decade anyway. Which, by the way, means the city reclaimed the land since no one was paying taxes for it.”

“They can do that?” Well shit, there went the last place he had to go. “Guess I really am living out of a suitcase now.” And he still had a hangover. Maybe he could get a pity drink from Hinoe. Hair of dog and all that. “Don’t suppose you’d lend a man a couch?”

“I don’t invite men over,” Hinoe said in the tone of voice that said she’d rather scrape gum off the bottom of all her tables than let Madara stay in her living room.

Harsh. “Right, you only invite pretty girls over,” Madara said, a cheap shot. Hinoe, being impervious to that sort of thing, flipped another page of her magazine. Madara scowled at the scuffed up bar top for a few conflicted moments. Thinking of Hinoe and pretty girls made him think of one thing. He didn’t want to ask, but he needed to know if he was going to be in this town for a while. (Okay, he did want to know. He’d thought about it a lot over the years.) “And speaking of pretty girls,” he ground out, “how’s Reiko doing?”

Hinoe gave him a long, hard look before stabbing her burnt-out cigarette into the ashtray. “I don’t know, Madara. Haven’t seen her longer than I haven’t seen you. Not since you two got into a fight.”

“Not at all?” he asked. The semi-permanent scowl he’d had on his face since he got off the train turned to an expression of surprise. Reiko had run off on him after their fight, but Madara figured she was just mad at him. And when a month went by without her popping back up, he figured he’d finally run her off like everyone else, and left her in the dust with the whole shitty town. Reiko’d been the only reason to stick around and without her why keep trying in a place that hated you?

“Nope. No one’s seen her since then. Not even the poor souls she used to terrorize. I was pretty damn mad about it back then too. You somehow managed to scare the most perfect beauty out of town, you inconsiderate ass. She was a shining brightness on humanity!” Hinoe glared at him. Apparently she still was infatuated with Reiko even after all the years.

On humanity, Madara thought wryly. If Hinoe only knew. “I didn’t know she left for good. I thought she was just mad at me and ran off.” A mix of old anger and sadness filled him, along with a newer mix of relief and disappointment. Part of him hoped that he’d see her again. Part of him was terrified of if he did. Part of him still missed her terribly, but he would never admit that out loud, let alone to Hinoe.

“Well she ran off just as much as you it seems since no one has seen hide or hair of her since.”

“Huh.” This town had been her place for years. Why would she leave permanently? But then again, who knew what went on in the minds of spirits? She probably left on purpose just to mess with all of them one more time. The thought was a bitter one and his scowl came back even deeper than before. “Probably better that way.”

“For you or everyone else?” Hinoe asked.

Madara ignored the question. “Hey, Hinoe, you wouldn’t happen to have anything I could drink, would you?”

“Oh, I don’t know. What could I possibly have to drink at a bar?” Hinoe said with heavy sarcasm. “I don’t give out free booze, Madara so either cough up some money or you can have a glass of water.”

“Not even for old times? I’m broke and homeless.”

“Then wanting to get drunk is the least of your problems.” She set a glass of tap water in front of him.

Madara gave her sad eyes. She slid the glass a few centimeters forward. He took it and drank some because at least it would help some with the hangover. “You’re heartless, Hinoe.”

“Uh huh. Sure am. So heartless that I’ll even tell you old man Misuzu’s looking for help at the shrine. Since you’ll be needing a job.”

“I’d starve before I work for a priest,” Madara said, knocking back the water. “If you know of anyone else needing a hand, let me know, but you know Misuzu and I don’t get along.”

“That’s all on you.”

“Tell that to Misuzu.” No home, no Reiko, and no booze. There was no reason to keep hanging around here either. “Thanks for the news and water, Hinoe. I’ll be around.”

“Don’t die in a ditch.”

Madara waved and left. He’d have to find a job but Misuzu couldn’t be the only one in town looking for another set of hands. He could look for something tomorrow. Today, he’d swing by his old home and see if there was anything left at all he could salvage or make into a shelter. If not, he’d figure something out. He always got by somehow. He ignored the tiny niggling voice in his head that said his luck had been a lot better back when Reiko was still around. That voice was lies because clearly he’d managed to live almost half his life just fine without her.

It seemed there were more changes than he initially thought because when he went to take his old route home, there were buildings that didn’t used to be there and a construction site pulling up trees that used to stretch for almost a kilometer, right up to the back of his house. The buildings he could deal with, but the construction site meant he had to either go into deep woods—with all the spirits therein—or circle around town.

Madara dreaded running into someone that might remember him, so he chose the woods. Ten minutes in and he was regretting it.

There had been a kind of trail, like someone’s grandparent came all the time to collect herbs or firewood or something along this tiny, threading path. That path had gotten overgrown quickly, and then the underbrush kept getting caught on his suitcase and the humidity levels kept spiraling upward with oppressive July heat.

“This is hell,” he grumbled to the trees, definitely not to the tiny woods-spirit ducking away from him tromping through the undergrowth. “Sweaty, dehydrating hell.” The last time he went through woods like this had been years ago and he’d been running for his life at the time because he had slipped up and some power hungry ayakashi noticed his spirit energy and thought they’d use him as a tasty ticket to the top of the dung heap. He was better now at hiding so nothing was looking twice at him. Well, no more than anything with eyes would look at something disturbing their home. “I’ll find the house, find a stream, and hope the water doesn’t kill me with parasites.”

Up ahead was a bit of a clearing, a path to somewhere worn into the earth. He made toward it. He was almost halfway down a slope when the suitcase caught something and jerked his arm back. Trying to tug it free was enough to unbalance him, and next thing Madara knew he was tumbling and stumbling to an abrupt stop as he hit something with his shin, hard.

“Ow, shit!” He curled around his leg, achey all over, but only that a hot flare of pain. “No house, no money, no job, and now a broken leg!” He prodded it. It wasn’t actually broken but it was going to have one hell of a bruise later. Could the day get any...worse... There was a straw rope with white sealing charms ripped in half on the ground next to him. Either it had been half rotted through already, or he’d ripped through it when he fell. That didn’t really matter though. If that had been sealing something and he broke it...

There was a stirring of energy and Madara turned, realizing that what had stopped him was a small, run-down shrine, just big enough that he could have sat in the bottom of the structure with his knees tucked up against his chest.

“Shit.” He started hobbling away quickly. He didn’t have anything to seal it again on hand, and recently unsealed spirits tended to be angry as hell and not too picky about who or what they took it out on. “Shit shit shit.” Terrible luck was going strong for him today.

Behind him the tiny shrine door burst off its hinges, flying off somewhere into the woods and breaking a lot of underbrush in the process from the sound of it. Madara hobbled faster only to pause as he realized that the growing spirit power felt familiar. Too familiar.

He glanced over his shoulder in time to see a silver-haired body fall out of the cramped space like someone’s discarded rag doll. The color of the hair matched what his spirit senses were already saying. “Rei...ko?” he said into the sudden silence. No birds, no animals moving, just the building presence of spirit energy and a fragile-looking body sprawled on the ground. Who could have had the power to seal Reiko of all ayakashi?

Madara turned back toward her, drawn like metal to a magnet. “Reiko?” he said again. He reached out to touch and only years of ingrained fighting for his life kept him from losing an arm when the figure on the ground lashed out.

Raw spirit energy crackled between them, hot-bright, and his own rose to meet it on instinct, making what could have left a nasty burn fizzle and die in the air between them. “Reiko, it’s me! Madara!” Surely even after who the hell knew how long sealed in there she’d still recognize him. He left a bit more of his energy out into the air around them, hoping she’d recognize how he felt like he recognized her, but that was apparently the exact wrong thing to do as wild, green eyes snapped up in his direction and the unstable energy in the air doubled.

It was like a hand trying to squash him flat.

“Stay away!” she yelled. Only the voice was male. Young, pitched high with tension, but definitely male. If Madara didn’t know Reiko could shape shift...

“Look, I know we parted on bad terms, but I’m kind of concerned here.” Madara ignored the air pressure and moved closer. “How did you get sealed in there?”

Another bolt of energy almost took off his head, aimed just shy of his ear, or maybe not aimed at all. The concern turned to full blown worry. “Shit, Reiko, that could kill someone. I mean, I’m strong, but tone it down, would ya?”

“I’m not Reiko!” the silver haired—boy? Being?—yelled, arm back and ready to let loose another bolt of energy. “Get away or I’ll... or I’ll hurt you!”

“Real funny,” Madara said, gut twisting. “Good act, Reiko, almost fooled me. You can beat the shit out of me later in a proper spar, just...calm down okay?”

Madara stepped forward, reaching out and the ayakashi flinched back, green eyes going wide with fear.

Madara froze.

Reiko had the pride of ten men and would rather die than let someone see her afraid. “What the hell...?”

“I’m not...I’m not Reiko. I don’t know any Reiko. Please go away!”

“I’m not trying to hurt you.” Hands up, look defenseless. “I just unsealed you. I wouldn’t do that if I was going to hurt you right?”

There was a flicker of conflict in those green eyes before some kind of backbone showed through that fear. “I’m not going to make a contract.”

“I...don’t want one? I’m not an exorcist.” The boy relaxed slightly, but not enough, not so much that the air returned to normal. It felt so familiar... “Are you sure you’re not Reiko? Because you feel like her and this is just the sick kind of joke she’d play to get back at me for running off.” It had to be her. The longing ache in him that had never really gone away over the years rose up and Madara couldn’t help but reach out again. “Please tell me it’s a joke...” He touched a wisp of silvery hair and green eyes went impossibly wide, torn between fighting and getting as far away as possible. “Please.”

A snarl somewhere off in the near distance broke them from staring each other down. The boy flinched back and Madara’s hand was left touching open air. His hand closed on a fist as he realized he’d been projecting his energy for the last half a minute with the futile hope that the person in front of him would respond to it. Between the two of them, they were a beacon for any ayakashi wanting to test its power or grab a spiritually gifted human as a tasty snack. He snapped his control back down so fast that it hurt.

The boy looked dazed.

“We need to get out of here,” Madara said. “Either the local exorcist is going to wonder what the hell is going on or something’s going to come looking for a snack.”

“I’m not going with you. I don’t even know you.”

“Look, I was a friend of Reiko’s and I don’t know why you feel like her, but like hell am I letting some ayakashi or exorcist get you. So just trust me ok?” Madara held out a hand, palm up in offer.

The boy looked at it and looked at him, then gave a neutral smile that was so fake it was pathetic. “I think I’ll be fine.”

It would be less insulting if he’d slapped Madara’s hand away. “Suit yourself then. But you might want to calm down before everything from here to Tokyo knows where you are.”

The boy frowned and the pressure decreased to normal. Madara could still feel the ayakashi, but he wasn’t broadcasting his powers to the world anymore at least. That would have to be good enough. Madara made a show of looking around the area before stepping onto the trail.

“I’m going to take this back toward town; most people would expect a strong Ayakashi to run toward the mountains.” He turned and started walking, his limping gate evening out as he got used to the bruised leg. The suitcase was overturned at the base of the hill, but nothing had fallen out of it. Madara walked and didn’t look to see what the ayakashi did. Didn’t really have to because half a minute along the trail, he felt the boy start to follow.

Halfway down the trail the presence vanished. Either the boy left or he’d figured out how to mask himself properly, which was a good thing since Madara saw more than one ayakashi making its way toward where they’d been. He didn’t hear any fights though. He’d turn back in a heartbeat if it sounded like the boy was being eaten.

At least when he stumbled back out into the outskirts of town he was closer to his old home. Close enough that he just stayed on the side streets to get there. Well. Where home used to be. There wasn’t much left of what had once been the house his grandfather built. It hadn’t ever been a very nice house when Madara lived in it, all a bit falling apart even back then with Gramps either too drunk or too aching to fix things, and Madara either too young or too busy trying not to die from his own powers and unwanted spirit attention back then. But it had been home in its own way, familiar in its peeling paint and rickety steps. Now it was just a foundation left bare, all the rest of the building taken away.

“Shit.” His shoulders slumped. Part of him had really thought that there would be something. Something he could use, or at least something that matched what he remembered. Even the overgrown flower gardens had been torn up and overtaken by weeds. “Bet they sold Granny’s old rose bushes too.” Or maybe that weird guy that used to go by and pointedly say how they used to be so much nicer finally went and dug them up in some weird plant rescue operation. Who knew.

He didn’t really have human friends. Didn’t have many friends in general really, never had, and probably never would. Ordinarily that didn’t bother him, but it was frustrating not to have anyone to turn to. The only thing left were the few ayakashi he knew... Who might not even be in the area anymore either. Reiko had been the main one, and without her...

Well, there was one final avenue to pursue before he gave into despair and found a bush to sleep under until things sorted out. He didn’t really want to, but she did owe him.

“I’m too old for this.”

Any hydrating benefits of that water from the bar were long gone by the time he trudged back deep in the woods again. Here, at least, it didn’t change in any way except the way that nature does, trees growing higher, bushes coming and going, streams shifting minutely as the earth eroded with time. But the big white birch tree with its peeling bark still stuck out as an anomaly among the rest of this area of the forest. Here, he felt like he was twelve again and sneaking off in some childish act of rebellion.

There wasn’t anyone immediately visible at the base of the tree but that didn’t mean they weren’t nearby. Madara tossed down his suitcase and sat back on the familiar, moss covered roots. There was an ayakashi nearby. Maybe more than one if they were close together. He sighed. “Hey. Touru. I know you’re there.”

There was a pause. Then Madara had to flinch at the sudden spike in spirit energy right before an ayakashi all but fell into his lap.

“Fluffy-kun!” Touru shrieked, catching him in a crushing hug. His spine protested the action and he wheezed, unable to fend her off with his arms pinned. So, pretty much as usual with her. “You got old! Older!” She leaned back and tugged at Madara’s unkempt hair. “And less fluffy and more shaggy. It feels like it’s been a long time since I saw you. You’re not as cute as you used to be.”

“I would hope not!” Madara pushed her off his lap and she went willingly, smiling like it was a big game. Her cat ears didn’t even twitch at his volume. “I’m not a child anymore.”

“Aww, but you’re still cute,” she said. “Just a grumpy kind of cute. Though I guess you were kind of a grumpy kid too. Ah, yep, you’re scowling again! I’m so glad to see it. You’re still you. How long has it been?”

“Fifteen years.”

“Eh? That long? And you didn’t visit once? No wonder it felt like forever.”

He couldn’t tell, not with Touru and not with many other ayakashi, how sincere the enthusiasm or the sadness were. Ayakashi didn’t work the same way as humans. Time didn’t mean the same thing to them either. “Isn’t that amount of time like blink of an eye to you?”

“It could be,” Touru said. “But I’m not that old yet. I’m barely past a hundred; decades still mean something you know.”

But they would mean less and less. How little did time mean for spirits that were old, spirits like Reiko had been?

“I’ll take your word for it.” Right. He came here for a reason. “Touru, I know I am amazingly self-sufficient, but I am going to have to cash on one of those favors you owe me.”

“Ah, so not a social visit.” She looked a little sad and it made tendrils of guilt ping at him, but living was a bit more important than wondering how much he could or couldn’t hurt her feelings. The cheerful smile shifted to something more serious.

“No. Another time it will be. You still remember the sort of things humans need in a shelter, right?”

“Yes.” She tipped her head to one side. “I do still pay attention to humans, Fluffy-kun.”

“Right.” And she had a collection of human things somewhere, started by her grandfather who had studied them. Right up until his curiosity had been the death of him via an exorcist. Still, that curiosity had stuck with Touru and it had once gotten her into a lot of trouble too. She was an ayakashi that spent time with humans over the years so she should, theoretically, know what sort of thing to look for in finding Madara a place to stay. “Despite taking on the world with all my talents in the years since I left, at the moment everything I own is in that suitcase and I’m down a house. You know of anywhere I can make a home in until I earn enough money to get a proper roof over my head?”

“Hmm...” Touru tapped a finger alongside her chin. Behind her, her split tail tapped the ground in double-time. “Actually I’m pretty sure there’s an empty shrine in the woods right now you could use. It’s a little run down, but it has a roof and walls and enough space to sleep in. The one near the offshoot of the creek where that big willow tree is.”

“Touru, you’re amazing,” Madara said with conviction. “How empty are we talking?”

“The minor god that lived in it died a few months ago when his last follower passed away, and no one has moved in yet. I doubt anyone would object to you living in it.” Touru smiled.

Madara grinned back. Finally a bit of luck! To be expected from a maneki-neko. “I can think of a few humans who’d object but I won’t tell if you won’t.”

Touru mimed locking her lips like a child with a secret, not an action she’d learned from him. She must still watch humans when she wasn’t here at her tree. She glanced past Madara, into the woods, and on reflex he glanced with her, just catching a glint of silvery hair before its owner managed to hide again. Huh. So the boy had followed him after all. Whatever he was doing to stay hidden still made him impossible to sense.

“Is he with you?” she asked, curious.

“Not exactly. Feels like Reiko but says he’s not.”

“He feels human from here.”

A startling implication; only the strongest ayakashi could convincingly take human form. That was yet another thing the boy shared with Reiko. “Well he’s not human. I accidentally unsealed him earlier today.”

Touru gave him a worried, sideways look. Most ayakashi got sealed because they were a danger to humans, and ayakashi that were dangerous to humans had a funny way of attacking Madara a lot as a child.

“I’m fine. He didn’t hurt me, I just fell down a hill and got bruised up. As if some ayakashi could hurt me,” he said, arrogant smile on his face that he didn’t feel in his heart. “I told you, I’m not some little kid anymore.”

“You’ll always be that angry, fluffy little kid in my head, Madara,” Touru said, ruffing his hair like he was still twelve instead of almost forty. She used his name so rarely that it was surprising enough for him to forget to duck.

“Whatever,” Madara said, swatting her hands away as she giggled. “Thanks for the heads up on where to sleep; I’m going to go pass out there now. It’s been a long day. If you need a drinking buddy anytime in the future, I’m your guy.”

“This from the person who said sake tasted like shoe polish smelled?”

“Hey, a lot changes in fifteen years!”

Touru laughed and waved as he left. This time he was more aware of his light-haired shadow. Madara had been so conscious of ayakashi in the area he hadn’t been paying attention to more mundane sounds. So long as the ayakashi was pretending to be completely human, he was just as noisy as any other human teenager walking through the woods. Madara was still louder, but Madara was hauling a suitcase and felt like his arm was going to get torn off heaving it around, so he at least had an excuse for it.

***

The shrine was nothing much to look at. Flat paving stones surrounding it were overgrown with weeds, the door was crooked and coming off its track and there were signs that something had started building a nest inside of it. But it had a roof—overgrown with moss, but intact—and four walls, and the inside was dry. Madara couldn’t stand or lay fully stretched out in it, but it was big enough that he could curl into a comfortable position and there was a little well with water meant for purifications. There wasn’t a bit of spirit energy lingering in the shrine. The god that inhabited it must have been all but dead for a long time before it bit the dust.

Madara swept out the mess of leaves and fur and twigs that had accumulated, shooed off centipedes and beetles, and claimed that space for himself. He had a pillow and a couple blankets, and if he gathered up leaves or grass or something he could make it a bit more comfortable to sleep in. Probably. Provided that didn’t bring in fleas or ants or something. Beggars couldn’t be choosers and he didn’t have anywhere else to go. It was only until he had a job and enough cash to afford a few months’ rent for an apartment. It was summer; until then he’d manage and eat what he could scrounge up or beg off Hinoe.

The sun was sinking down and Madara’s stomach grumbled; it was a long time since that glass of water and longer still since he last had anything to eat. He was too tired to get up from the shrine floor and do something about it though. He’d just have to suck it up. There was still fat to burn from when life was still going pretty okay. He’d manage.

The world went dark. Out in the woods, fireflies lit up. Real or ayakashi, he couldn’t say. The pale green lights were pretty. You didn’t get fireflies in the city. Couldn’t see the stars either. Focus on the positives... Somewhere in the dark a fox yowled, eerie and hair-raising. A twig snapped in the woods to the right and for a second he could see the green reflection of eyes. Tapeta lucida, some far off portion of his brain that had looked it up once upon a time informed him. Reflecting moonlight. Madara tensed, senses reaching out for ayakashi, animals, anything. Nothing...no, something that felt human but—ah.

“You can come out,” Madara said to the dark woods. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Five...twelve...twenty, Madara counted firefly blinks, waiting.

Bushes rustled and parted. The boy that looked like Reiko stepped out of them. He looked like he would run at any second. He looked like he was lost. Madara felt very tired. “You can come closer. It’s not like I’m going to do anything. I just want to sleep.”

The boy crept closer. “She said you helped her,” he said, standing all hunched over and wary right outside the shrine steps. “From exorcists.”

Touru. Madara closed his eyes against the intent gaze picking him apart. “Yeah, I did. I was a child and idealistic and angry enough to do things for spite back then.”

“She called you caring but blunt.” The boy shuffled closer.

Madara’s eyes slit open, met his bright green stare.

“She said you don’t hurt ayakashi unless they hurt you first.”

Madara gave him a humorless smile. “Yeah. Most of the time. Touru thinks too well of me considering how I almost ended up being an exorcist.” The boy flinched back a little. Bad memories of exorcists, or a healthy fear of their threat. “I’m not nice. I’ve sealed ayakashi for hurting people before and I’d do it again, but mostly I just want to be left the hell alone, eat good food, and drink nice sake.” The boy didn’t look away. He didn’t run. “You look a hell of a lot like Reiko.”

“I’m not her,” the boy snapped. “Everyone is always Reiko, Reiko, but I’m not Reiko!”

“No,” Madara said heavily, “no, you’re not.” He wished it was just some mean joke Reiko was playing, but he didn’t think that was the case; she’d have swapped out her disguise and started bragging by now. “You got a name?”

Just like that the boy was tense again and Madara had to roll his eyes.

“I’m not going to steal your name. Or...force a contract. You don’t even have to give me a true one, just something to call you.”

There was a long pause, then, “Takashi.”

“Cool. Call me Madara.” Madara rolled over so his back was to the door. “Now either stop stalking me and go away or just get in here and let me sleep. Today’s been a hell of a day.”

“You won’t seal me?” Takashi said. “Or try to make me your shiki?”

“What the hell would I do with a shiki? I’m a bum camping out in an abandoned shrine. And so long as you don’t try to kill me I don’t give two shits about what you do. Try to off me in my sleep and sealing becomes a lot more likely.”

Farther off, the fox yowled again. There was a soft scuff of cloth on wood and the rattle of the door closing most of the way. The boy, Takashi, settled into a corner of the shrine, as far from Madara as the small space allowed. He was paranoid as hell for how strong he had to be.

There was a part of Madara that didn’t like having his back to an unknown ayakashi. At least that discomfort wasn’t one-sided. He closed his eyes and despite his misgivings, eventually he fell asleep. For the first time in years he dreamed of Reiko, her presence all around him, confident grin on her face and him looking up at her, beautiful, powerful, and untouchable.

Takashi wasn’t sure what he was doing here, curled up in a dead god’s shrine with a human. A human that could have been an exorcist with how strong his spirit powers felt in the brief moments he stopped shielding them. He’d called Takashi Reiko, just like so many others had before, but he hadn’t tried to hurt him for it, and he hadn’t tried to bind Takashi to his will like the exorcists had before they gave up and sealed him instead.

The man, Madara, was an anomaly and Takashi wasn’t sure where to categorize him yet, potential ally or enemy. For now, it wouldn’t hurt to keep track of him. There was something about him, something that was familiar in his spirit senses, like they’d met once a lifetime ago. The vague warmth that had flashed through him, that spark of recognition was gone as Madara snored, curled into a tight ball in the cramped space. Humans, ayakashi, neither made sense. Not this man, not the ayakashi who recounted the story of this man as a child saving her from an exorcist that bound her when she was researching humans, and not any of the others he had run into before in his brief span of memory. They hurt without provocation and lusted for power and would walk over you to get what they wanted without remorse.

Still, Madara had unsealed him, Touru had been kind, and Madara offered shelter instead of chasing him away. It meant something, something that Takashi didn’t understand yet.

He meant to stay awake, but little by little, he drifted off, feeling strangely safe with a sleeping stranger.

Takashi woke to muffled swearing. At some point in the night he had slumped to the ground. One of the blankets Madara had been using was draped over him, an unnecessary gesture but surprising in its kindness. The man in question was bent over his luggage, searching through it for something. Takashi stared.

“Stupid thing has to be in here, I packed it. I know I—” Madara cut off, either feeling Takashi’s stare or some other sense catching his attention. He whipped around fast enough to make Takashi flinch. “Oh. You’re awake. Uh. Just go ahead and go sleep as long as you want I’m just...” He jerked a hand at the warped door, still most of the way shut. Takashi kept staring. Madara’s hand dropped. He grabbed a pieces of cloth from the luggage and scooted to the door. “Breakfast. I’m going to find breakfast.”

“Breakfast?”

“Food. That you eat in the morning.”

Takeshi frowned. “Every morning?”

“Yes, if possible, every morning. Eating might be optional for most ayakashi, but humans don’t exactly live long if they don’t eat.” Madara rolled his eyes like it was something obvious. Maybe it was; Takashi was hardly an expert on humans. “You should try it sometime.”

“It seems impractical.”

“Impracti—” Madara sputtered and froze in the doorway. He jabbed a finger in Takashi’s direction. “You know what, I’m getting you breakfast too. If there are three things worth living for, it’s food, sake, and sleeping as much as you want. Nothing better than that.” He stomped out of the shrine and slammed the door behind him.

Takashi stared at the closed door. He could go back to sleep, sleep for longer than he’d been sealed if he wanted to. Or he could leave and follow Madara and the vague feeling of familiarity his presence pulled at his subconscious.

He followed Madara. Yesterday it took Madara ages to realize he was being followed. Today it took all of ten minutes before he turned around and glared in Takashi’s direction. Takashi almost flinched back into the middle of a bush.

“If you’re going to come, at least do it in the open!” Madara complained. “It’s creepy being stared at behind tree trunks. C’mere.” He beckoned imperiously.

Against all instincts telling him he should head back to the shrine or run for the hills, Takashi crept closer.

Madara pointed at a plant on the ground in front of him. Its leaves had jagged edges. “Look! Shiso. You can eat the leaves in a salad.” He proceeded to pluck a bunch and stuff them into a cloth object shaped a bit like a bag. “And that—” Madara pointed to bright purple blossoms of thistle where the trees were a bit thinner. “Azami. You can eat the leaves if you boil them a bit. I can’t find my pan though, so raw food it is for this morning.”

There was something weirdly familiar about what Madara pointed out as they walked through the woods; knowledge slotted into place like it was something Takashi already knew, but had forgotten.

“And of course there are always dandelions,” Madara said, pulling up new green leaves from the tenacious weed at the edge of a clearing. “You can always find dandelions. Bitter as hell, but better than nothing.”

“Purslane,” Takashi said, the name of another common weed popping into his head. There was some growing a bit further into the clearing, paddle-shaped leaves on a low-growing plant. “You can eat it raw or cooked.”

Madara stared at him for a moment and Takashi wondered if he’d remembered wrong. Then Madara huffed. “Right. It also tastes kind of gross, but it’s healthy.”

“Isn’t the point of food to taste good?”

“Not everyone has the luxury of being something that doesn’t require food,” Madara said. “Now pay attention! I’m teaching!” He grinned. “You should call me sensei.”

“Why would I do that?” Takashi complained. Madara wasn’t terrifying anymore; the more he talked, the more Takashi thought he just liked the sound of his own voice. He wasn’t terrible company even if he was kind of annoying.

“Because I’m teaching you life skills, brat! You never know when you might need to know this!”

Those words tripped something in Takashi’s memory. A woman and a small child in the woods and a handful of warabi, the fern stems still tight and new held close to her chest. It’s a life skill, brat! Takashi blinked and the feeling of being two places at once vanished, but the moment lingered, exasperated fondness tinging his emotions. How odd.

Madara had an eyebrow raised in challenge and his hands on his hips.

That echo of fondness swelled and for a moment Takashi could see Madara as something other than a potential threat, just a ragged man with a bit of an ego and a soft heart under a gruff exterior.

“Well?” Madara said.

“Nyanko-sensei,” Takashi decided on.

“Excuse me?!” He puffed up, just like an offended cat.

“Your eyes are gold like a cat’s,” Takashi said. And Touru’s nickname of ‘fluffy’ wasn’t wrong; he was a bit fluffy.

“Why is there a ‘ko’?!”

“It sounds better,” Takashi said, amused as the man sputtered and grumbled about ayakashi and demeaning nicknames.

“Fine!” Madara threw up his hands. “Whatever! Help me find something that isn’t god-awful bitter to make up for the rest of this.”

Takashi didn’t point out that he had no idea what to look for. He’d let Madara remember that on his own.

#natsume week #natsume yuujinchou #species swap #i hopefully will come back to this #i have like 10 wips at the moment tho #i want to look at a bunch of different human/ayakashi swaps in this universe #if anyone is curious takashi IS reiko reborn after something went wrong with an exorcist #debating about how a book of friends works in this au #reiko's diary?#she beat up ayakashi or a literal friend book to remember humans she's fond of?#People think takashi's madara's child #hinoe's devastated thinking reiko had a kid with madara or something #maotoba's an unsettling and powerful ayakashi with a grudge against humans and a weak spot from an exorcist encounter #said exorcist is the ayakashi that wants to eat him in canon and is TERRIFYING #and maybe had something to do with Reiko becoming Takashi #the real question is if Madara's family name should be Natsume #since ayakashi don't have family names #tanuma is the son of a minor local god who is a fairly frail spirit and v sensitive to exorcists #there are endless possibilities and my brain half wants to run off with them

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