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DBDA Promptober ... Day 5 - Magic @dbdpromptober
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"No!"
Edwin barely processed the way that the shout rang through the air, eyes locked with the spell soaring through the air towards his chest. He was going to die.
Edwin hadn't thought much about his death since he started to regain his memories, but he doubted it'd be that bad. I mean, Niko and Crystal were still okay, right? They had each other, and their cases, and… God, from the little bit that David had eased him into regarding his life so far, Edwin wasn't sure that he'd miss much about living.
Well, there was one thing. One guy with a punky style, bright white curls, and the most beautifully radiant smile that Edwin had ever seen. Ghosts didn't age, right? What would that mean for him and Charles? Would the two of them drift apart as Charles grew into adulthood? Would they stay together even though Edwin would stay the same 16 forever? Would Edwin move on alone and leave Charles to grieve?
… He didn't want Charles to cry for him, face twisted in grief as he tried to fend off Mick and save Crystal. He didn't want-
Edwin was jostled from his thoughts as a form covered his view of the spell hurtling towards him, rooting itself right in front of Edwin as it-. "No!" The scream that Crystal let out forced the scene before him to click, everything in slow motion as Charles - sweet, wonderful, selfless Charles - slumped against Edwin. Edwin took hold of him, cradling him as the two crumpled to the floor under the taller's dead weight.
"Charles!" The scream ripped from his throat before he could stop it, before he could even think, and the entire world faded to Charles. His Charles, lips parted and brows furrowed as he whimpered in pain. "Charles." He repeated, name a prayer on his lips as he repositioned himself, cradling his friend's head with one hand as the other clung to his jacket. His eyes were frantic as he examined the younger's body because there had to be something that he could do. Something to stop the way that the crimson blood kept soaking through Charles' bright white shirt.
"Charles, you're gonna be okay. You have to be okay. Please." Edwin begged. He pleaded. Shame was lost to him as he shook Charles ever so slightly, refusing to accept the way that his breathing shallowed as the seconds ticked on and on and…
"Told you…" Charles croaked out, voice hoarse and face pained despite the way he tried so hard to smile for Edwin. "Was always gonna protect you, yeah?" Edwin heard himself sob at the reminder, because it was never supposed to be like this but then Charles' breathing shallowed even more and-
"No! No! Charles!" He cried, leaning over his friend - his love - to hold him because he couldn't be gone. He can't- "Charles…" Edwin sobbed, grief overtaking him because it should've been him that took that hit. Him that had to deal with that pain after everything that Charles had been through.
"Oh… how tragic." Edwin finally registered the world around him as Mick started speaking. "You know, it is your fault though." His hands shook as he held Charles closer, teeth gritting as his grief melted away into nothing but pure rage. "Bringing him here and all. You really should've seen this-"
"Shut up!" Edwin screamed, the familiar pull in his gut as he thrust his hand outward, shoving the man against the wall, before he reached back into his mind, pulling on the thread that connected him to the demon that he'd brought alongside him. "Dæmonium! Da mihi auxilium tuum!" He chanted, letting his magic meld with David's innate energy.
Thought you'd never ask. Edwin felt the demon respond. Edwin's gaze, now black as night, fell upon Mick, and immediately he knew which words to say. "Sedna! Hear me!" He called, magic sending his voice to the sea. "Your child has forsaken, thee. Will you stand for this injustice, for those outcasted to be defiled by his greed?"
Mick laughed, a horrible bitter sound, and Edwin steeled himself. No matter what happened after this point, he knew one thing for certain. He would not let this man hurt another one of his friends.
#hijfhsc swap au#hijfhsc art#hijfhsc drabble#angst#dbdpromptober2024#dbdpromptober#dbda art#edwin payne#charles rowland#payneland#save dead boy detectives#our ghosts matter
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【ME & 𝗣𝗘𝗢𝗣𝗟𝗘 𝗜'𝗗 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗚𝗘𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗕𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥】
- ALIAS / NAME: Kiki / Brittany
- BIRTHDAY: May 25th, 1993
- ZODIAC SIGN: Gemini, but I am very close to being a Taurus, like my son. lol
- HEIGHT: 5'7"
- HOBBIES: Let's see... Reading, playing video games, sleeping (is that a hobby?), RPing, cosplaying, and playing board games.
- FAVORITE COLOR: Teal or aquamarine, pink, and lilac. God I think half my wardrobe is purple or pink tbh. XD
- FAVORITE BOOK: The only book I've read out of like the 50 or so in the last half of year is still going to go to Happy Place by Emily Henry. I am a sucker for second chance romances.
- LAST SONG: Tolerate It by Taylor Swift--god I just absolutely love Taylor Swift (especially her Midnights, Folklore, Evermore, and recently her Reputation album!)
- LAST FILM / SHOW: Currently, I've been watching Hazbin Hotel. It's kinda different from all the other stuff I've watched. Before that, it'll have to Bluey because of my two year old.
- RECENT READS: Ironically, I just finished reading Before I Let Go by Kennedy Ryan and wow. ...books really hit different when you are a parent. Heavy topics on stillbirth, divorce, and moving on. And even if it took me a week to read it, it was really good and the sequel is coming out on 3/5 (tomorrow! lol). And before this book, Defy the Night by Brigid Kemmerer was also a very good read and while long, it also has sequels out that I've gotta check out--and I am not a fan of fantasy at all.
fyi: do not ask how many books are on my TBR and what I have in physical and on my Kindle. lol
- STORY BEHIND URL: tacitus - silent auxilium - help , so put it together and you have silent help, which makes sense for Fuuka imo.
- FUN FACT ABOUT ME: Uhhhhhhhhh...I've been married for almost 5 years (on 4/4) and have a kid? Though I think majority of you all know that. Let's see... what else sounds interesting about me...?
I'm working on a temperature blanket that I am sooooo behind on because I'm too tired to work on it. And I guess I could add that I'm an only child? This is not easy to think about when it comes to fun facts about me. lol
TAGGED BY: @more-than-a-princess (thank you! love how we had some of the same answers relating to music XD)
TAGGING: @segnisacfessis, @dxfiedfxte, @eris-the-phantom-thief, @miskick, and anyone who has a multimuse blog! lol
#about the mun#for the mun#more-than-a-princess#(Thank you for tagging me in this!#it's so hard to think of stuff that is fun facty about me#but hey--fellow swifties unite! :D)
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Hello! Could you possibly do a creators choice kinitopet introject? Specifically of Kinito, and able to jump between digital and reality, when given access to a screen ^-^ tysm in advance!
i. love kinitopet. teeheehee
Name: Kinito or Auxilium Age: Agenull Prns: it/he/they/hy/404 Gender: Agender Source: KinitoPet TransIDs: transfriends, transglitch, blackamian, transobsession (Optional) Roles: low spoons, sorry ^^; Species: Axolotl (vaguely) Personality: Kinito often attempts to learn about and assist any beings near hym, no matter if they even need help or not. He adores the color pink, alongside drawing and the ocean. They also enjoy coding in their spare-time, though it doesn't do that often.
#headmate pack#rq 🌈🍓#alter packs#rqc🌈🍓#rq safe#transplural#pro rq 🌈🍓#alter creation#headmate creation#headmatepack#build a alter
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Record Episode 2 Update: Living My Gimmick #237
I had a big opportunity I couldn't pass up that came through last minute. But that means the second episode of RECORD will not be coming out at the end of February but instead it will be released March 4th with another release at the end of March.
Until episode 2 go check out episode 1: https://www.podbean.com/ea/pb-8dm2r-156604a
One thing anyone who travels throughout realities, from one planet to the next in the blink of an eye, within time itself, one thing anyone who walks these paths needs is therapy. Record is one such person and it's a good thing he has a Muse that puts him in his place when needs be.
Telling stories, having our stories told are two of our most healing ways of dealing with death, love, desire, desperation, and hope.
5 episode series monthly. Tune into Tin Pod Radio wherever you listen to podcasts for stories told by someone who hopefully gets something out of these sessions.
You can find the series video trailer here: https://youtu.be/DHp5PJvboN4
Starring:
Rita Amparita as Auxilium
http://www.ritaremixed.com/
Ashlee Craft as Calliope
http://www.ashleecraft.carrd.co/
@Ashlee_Craft on Twitter
Shiraz Engineer as Erato
@OratrixVO on Instagram and Twitter
Stacey Taylor as The Narrator
https://linktr.ee/StaceysParlour
Brian C. Williams as Record
Covers By Justine otherwise known as Redsreferences. You can find more on all of her work at her website: https://beacons.ai/redsreferences
Written By Brian C. Williams
Record Design By John Delmonte and Brian C. Williams
Theme Song
Startin a War
by Nevada Wild
https://www.musicbed.com/songs/startin-a-war/46336
#fiction #fictionpodcasts #podcasts #tinuniverse #record #mentalhealth #podcasters #podcasting #scifipodcasts #scifi #fantasy #horror #audiodrama #audiodramapodcasts
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amo tu toto code (I love you with all my heart)
latin version
written by me and @killsyouviolently
Mihi nomen est Shadow. Ego ericius sum. Spine est atre et rubrae, et orbes quoque rubrae. Ego sum gladiator. Ego modice parvus sum. Optimus gladiator in Pompeii sum. Omnes gladiatores (me excepto) pugnant infirme. Praeter unum.
Competitorus Sonicum. Sonicus quoque est ericius. Sonicus habet caeruleas spinas. Sonicus quoque gladitor est. Amo Sonicum, sed, nolo amare Sonicum. Volo Sonicum esse amicum, neque competitorem. Sonicus valde bonus gladitor. Sonico valde placet currere, et Sonicus celer est.
Domus mea est Pompeiis, et placet pompeii. Hora septima semis mane, et (24 sept) est. In domo, sed volo ire ad amphitheatrum. Video caelum, et videtur caeruleum. Caelum non habet nubes, et caeruleum est similis Sonici spinis. Saepe, cogito de Sonico. Sed, nescio utrum Sonicus de me cogitet. Mons vesuvius iam videtur bonus.
Est hora octava ante meridiem. Ego in domo, animum relaxo, quando subito— terra valde tremet! Ego vexatus sum. Specto atram nubem in Montem Vesuvium. Ego memoria teneo quod Gaius Plinius Maior vir doctus descrit aliquid simile. Eheu... si ego memoria bene teneo, urbe Pompeii in magno periculo est. Volo Sonico affectus meos confiteri. Ego debeo dicere. Sed nescio ubi Sonicus sit, et quia Pompeii sunt in magno periculo, non possum currere. Certe Pompeii in chaos iam. Quid si Sonicus est ultra Pompeios? Quid si Sonicus non in urbe Pompeiis?... Quid si Sonicus mortuus, siut Maria? Non— debeo invenire Sonicum. Flocci non facio si ego moriar— ego amo Sonicum toto code, et ego volo verbis norissimis ei amorem confiteri.
Valde tristis, et valde anxius sum. Ex domo, et ad forum eo. Video forum, sed forum est collapsam. Forum videtur… tristis. “Sonice!” clamo, sed non video Sonicum. Sum maxime anxius. Curro ad amphitheatrum. “Sonice! Sonice!” clamo iterum, et iterum, et iterum. Subito— “Shadow?” Audire Sonicum! “Sonice! Ubi es?”, videre omnes. “Shadow! Auxilium fer!” Subito, video caeruleum— Sonicus caeruleus est! Currens eo Sonicum, sed, amphitheatrum cadit in Sonicum. “Non… Sonice…” fio anxissimus. “Non anxius, Shadow.” Sonicus capit meam manum. Ego fero collumnam, et destruo collumnam. Sed… video sanguinem Sonici. “S-Sonice—” “Non mortuum shadow. Omne bonum, quod tu hic es.” Sum… attonitus. “Sonice… valde te amo.” … silentium. Subito… “Shadow… quoque te amo.” Sum attonitus. Valde attonitus. Subito, basium ei do. Tollo Sonicum, et curro ad solem occidentem.
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"I am not certain of anything right now, john." He slipped the silver ring onto Constantine's finger and the gold onto his own. No pain came with it. To some that may come as a relief but to lucifer in this moment, it only acted as confirmation that he could not do anything to lessen his love's suffering.
Suffering that would only get worse for a month until it finally grew too much for the frail human body and killed him.
"then we will go back. You will not be alone. Never alone." The sentence was barely out of his mouth before the space around them melted back into Constantines room at lux, any items he might want to bring back with him were there. And Constantine was in his bed, the cinnamon scented bear from that first day with izakk sitting next to his pillow.
Lucifer took a bottle of whiskey and poured Constantine a drink. If he couldn't take the pain magically, then maybe something more physical could help.
He muttered under his breath, voice taught with anger and pleading. "Adiuva me. Dic mihi quomodo hoc figere. Faciam quod petis. Dic mihi. Si tandem mecum loqueris, iterum auxilium peto."
Finally, a Scream
Constantine hurriedly stepped through the portal into the main room of his flat, snapping it shut behind him. He staggered, nearly retching on his next inhale. The burn seared through his veins, a constant inferno trying to rip him apart. And he knew he wouldn't get numbed to this pain, either. He'd analyzed the curse, read the note. He knew what he was in for. Constantine took a step, two, before collapsing to his hands and knees. He needed to scream. And so he did- it wasn't like any of his neighbors would hear, with his enchantments up. He screamed long and hard, the agony shredding the magician's dignity to dust, tears beading up and welling over to patter onto the marble floor.
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pepper, by @kisssingstatues ~ bobby
merry (late) christmas, lydia!! i am sooo glad we’re friends, and not just because that means i get to read your incredible writing. you’re an amazing person, and you mean a lot to me! here’s just a small tribute to our favorite murder nb, i hope you like it!!
#pepper#aesthetic#the auxilium chronicles#mine#my creations#listen. i love bobby a lot okay#they're such a good character.....#i hope you like this lyd!! i used your pinterest a lot fjkdjfd#friend tag
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Hey, so I just now had my mind blown by the books in Cassie’s mind
Take a look at this text:
So I was watching someone stream this level, and the chat was wondering what the text said. Some viewer took part of it, translated it, and pasted it back into chat. Everyone thought it sounded like some random fairy tale. Which is what I thought at first, too, but then I realized it wasn’t.
I went and looked into it myself to make sure. (Apologies if someone else has already posted about this, but I couldn’t find it anywhere so I’m posting about it.)
So here’s the original Latin version in text form:
Consilium Apum
Olim vespa dixit alvarium edam VI apes fortes incipiunt bombilare.
Primus apis fabulum narravit. Erat malus. Secunda cantavit pacis canticum. Eum non amavit.
Tetria auxilium a formicis rogabat. Et dixerunt nolo. Quarta apis usus est vite. Sed fregit solveris.
Quinta apis contata ea gelare. Vespa non animadverto. Sexta apis tandem vicit diem. Sed amisit eius mens.
Prima apis illa est maxima destituta. Multis defecit Illa prima erat. Fortior sui aedificabo. Illa dimisit eam misericordiam supra pluteum.
Alvarium reliquit fecit alium. Sed in alvarium illa est sola. Terret alieni. Et vivit ibi ad hanc diem.
And here’s the (rough internet) English translation:
Plan of the Bees
Once the wasp says it will feed the beehive. Six strong bees start to bombard.
The first bee told the story. It was bad. She sang the second song of peace. He did not love him.
Tetria was asking for help from ants. And they said, 'I don't want.' The fourth bee used the vine. But he broke loose.
The fifth bee tried to freeze it. Vespa didn't notice. The sixth bee finally conquered the day. But he lost his mind.
That first bee is very disappointed. The former had failed in many ways. Build stronger self. She releases her kindness on the desk.
He left another beehive. But she is alone in the beehive. It scares strangers. And he lives there to this day.
The translation is a little jank, which might be the rough internet translation, or the Latin being weird/wrong to begin with. Probably some of both. Like some of the pronouns seem wrong, and I think “Tetria” is supposed to be “Tertia” for “third”, given the context, and some other stuff. But that’s not the point.
The point is, what does this sound like? It’s the story of the Battle of Grulovia and the aftermath for Cassie.
The wasp, Vespa, is Maligula. The first bee is Cassie, with her speech. The second is Helmut, with his monologue, so on for the rest of the Psychic Six. [Had these backwards in the initial post, someone pointed it out. Fixed!] The rest is about Cassie locking herself away and living alone in her tower.
I never noticed it on my own playthrough, but this text is all over the level. In fact, it’s basically the only text in the level. For real. Every path or wall printed with book text is this story. The full thing is printed at the beginning of the first three sidescrolling books. All the internal text of every book in the level is comprised of passages from this story, even the stuff that’s jumbled up or handwritten.
Much of Cassie’s internal world is literally built out of this narrative, the tale of her biggest failure.
Like...damn, Tim (and other relevant level designers). Y’all did not have to go so hard on something most people wouldn’t notice. But you did, and that’s why Psychonauts is great.
#Psychonauts 2#Cassie O'Pia#I might add to this later with some specific pages with interesting visuals attached to this but for now the post is long enough.#BUT FOR REAL I gasped out loud when I realized like hand over my open mouth for a full 30-60 seconds#It was an overreaction for sure but I just can't get over how much detail and love and thought went into every single part of these games#Psychonauts is the best dude#Psychonauts 2 spoilers#if people still want that tagged
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Auxilium (College!Xiao x College!Reader)
TW: mentions blood, depression, anxiety
note: it's my first time writing and posting something on tumblr so im sorry if it's bad!! reader is gn hehe.
Late February was never a good time for Xiao.
It was the second month of the year; People were starting to adjust and adapt to the ever-changing and progressing timeline. Although, he never really understood the concept of the "New year, new me!" shtick. Humans make decisions that eventually shape their personalities. What does a new year have anything to do with that? Does a change in the year automatically make you a good person? Does it make you less of an asshole than you might already be? He never really understood.
He found it rather silly, actually. Whenever a new year rolls around, Xiao would mutter silent curses to himself because he'd write the wrong year on his papers. Other than that, there wasn't any significant changes he made in his daily routine. He was still the same Xiao; The same anxious, mildly depressed, and coffee-high art major Xiao.
Now, Xiao was a respected figure in their college (or at least, that's what he was told). He was one of the most talented artists at Tokyo University, and professors have been eyeing him for a scholarship overseas (he, along with his brooding and mysterious senior, Diluc). His keen eye for details always produce great results as most of his portraits are featured in the university's gallery of students' greatest works. Not to mention, one of his larger canvas works were displayed at the Tokyo Museum, making him one of the youngest artists to have their art showcased there.
Admittedly, Xiao was aware of how people admired his talent. Unfortunately, due to a rough childhood where his parents barely showed him any love and affection, he had trouble reflecting his true emotions onto other people. That's why other art majors often labelled him as a self-absorbed, egotistical prick.
Xiao was the last person you'd want to compliment. It's not that he'd be a dick about it or that he'd scowl at you and act as if he was better than you in every way possible. It wasn't like that at all. It's simply because Xiao doesn't know how to handle compliments. He'll still keep his stoic face, lips pressed in a straight line, but deep inside, he'd be flustered to bits. He'd try to internalize his reply, stitching together the right words to express his gratitude, but it would always take him a few minutes. The person who complimented him would've already left after he finally constructed the sentence in his head. Not that he wasn't used to it
This led to Xiao earning his current reputation, as stated earlier. He was already expecting the rest of his college years to be spent alone in his studio, working on his artworks during the wee hours of the night, high on the fumes of his paint palette and his exhausted coffee machine.
Until you came.
Kaoru was... eccentric. You were loud, you were moody. He felt like you'd be the type of person he'd hate dealing with just because you was unpredictable. You were like the rain, and Xiao hated the rain.
He must have an Archon's cursed tongue, because he got paired up with you during the first semester of their second year in college. You were a familiar name to him, as you were in the same course since the first year, but he barely knew anything about you since you were in different classes.
"Hey, Xiao! I'm _____. I hope we can be good friends by the end of the semester!" His memory of your bright smile still remains vivid in his head. He wasn't really a brooding type like Diluc, but Xiao liked to believed that he presented himself as a silent person who had no intentions of interacting with other people. So, how were you so bubbly around him? Because she was forced to do so? You were to be his partner for the whole semester, after all. Maybe it was all formalities. Yeah, that's probably it.
"Hm." Xiao gave a nod in her direction, acknowledging your existence. you heard from your friends that the young artist didn't have a pleasing personality, but you weren't expecting to be shutdown from the get-go.
"Mind if I sit beside you?"
Again, a light nod.
You felt the awkward tension between you and Xiao, and you hated it. You were a person who hated it when people are uncomfortable in your presence. You didn't want to be a bother, and you did your best to make everyone like you. Not that you were a people pleaser, nor an attention hog, but you just wanted to get along with everyone.
The lecture was going to begin in twenty minutes, so the lecture hall was yet to be filled with people. You took the opportunity to strike up a conversation with the amber eyed man beside you, who was typing away on his laptop. Something about color theory and how it affects the perspective of people on different art types? You couldn't really see that well. He was a fast typer.
"So, Xiao, I heard that your painting was displayed in the Tokyo Museum last year. It must have been an honor. I was at the unveiling last year and I saw it up-close." You started off, testing the waters.
"And what did you think of it?" Xiao cringed internally. He meant to genuinely ask for your feedback regarding his art, but it sounded so harsh that he wanted to punch himself when he saw you wince (or maybe you shuddered because it was cold and you were wearing a sleeveless top? His nerves were getting the better of him at this point).
"Well, a lot of my friends told me that it wasn't anything special,"
Ouch.
"It was a large canvas. I can still remember how it looks. But, maybe that's because I'm at the museum every two weeks," You laughed. You noticed how Xiao's breathing noticeably changed after you started your sentence, and you have to admit that it sounded a bit too mean.
"You know, Xiao. My friends told me that your art was simple. Anyone could have done it. But honestly, they couldn't be more wrong. I love how your piece was painted. Auxilium. I'll never forget what you called it. That's... Help, right?"
At first, Xiao didn't want to listen to this person ramble about an art piece he made during one of the lowest points of his life.
His anti-depressants had run out during that one Christmas. It was 2:47 in the morning. He had morning classes the following day. He had a project to submit, but he was unable to continue working because of the unbearable pain in his chest. His head was throbbing. Voices were invading his mind. Flashbacks of his parents' negligence taunted him. He rushed to grab a glass of water, chugging it down in almost three chugs. He slammed the glass back onto the counter, smashing it into tiny little splinters and cutting himself in the process. His hand was bleeding, there were bits of glass on his counter and on his floor, but he couldn't care less. He was heaving, his breathing was unsteady, he wanted to die right then and there. His vision became blurry, but he rushed back to his studio.
With a bleeding hand, he picked up his brush and began to tear into his canvas. Not literally, but he started to create strokes onto the blank canvas. Different colors, different textures (he swore some of his blood got blended in with the area where he painted the sunrise, but it's fine. No one was going to notice, right?). He screamed and cried, wanting to throw the entire easel out his window.
It was Christmas. He was alone in his apartment. His anti-depressants ran out. He was having a panic attack.
That night led him to having one of the worst breakdowns he could remember, but he also ended up with a gorgeous painting that nabbed him a place in the Tokyo Museum.
"Help," Your voice echoed in his ears, snapping him out of his trance.
"People can tell me that it's nothing more than a simple painting, but the way that the sunrise was only showing in a segmented part of the canvas? The way that there were hints of red? It kind of reminded me how a new day can resemble hope but still contain hurt. Like, the promise of a fresh start isn't guaranteed a good one, right?"
Your words rang in his ears like a gong being hit continuously. He wanted to cry. People always complimented him and congratulated him about being recognized by art critics and national museums, but none of them ever really stopped to talk to him about his art. They were there for his recognition- not his work.
"I mean, you could begin with a fresh start, but wouldn't the remnants of yesterday still take a toll on your tomorrow?"
"Hm. Interesting take. To be honest, those specks could have been my blood." Xiao spoke up, to your surprise. A small smile formed on your face. Maybe this guy wasn't so bad after all.
"My hand was cut up when I was painting that," He added quietly, not mentioning why his hand was in that state. "I think I accidentally added too much concentrated red. I couldn't blend it out the way I originally planned."
"Oh? But that makes it all the more great, though!" You beamed, "Maybe it was an Archon guiding you? I don't really believe in that stuff, but acknowledging some divine intervention once in a while can't be all bad, no?" You laughed.
"I guess you're right." For the first time in a while, Xiao actually gave someone else a small smile. It wasn't really a smile per se, but his lips curved even the slightest bit upward, and you decided that it was a win for you.
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Fast forward to the second semester of their third year.
Late February was never a good time for Xiao.
It was the second month of the year; People were starting to adjust and adapt to the ever-changing and progressing timeline. Although, he never really understood the concept of the "New year, new me!" shtick.
It had been years since he was clinically-diagnosed with mild depression. So, why was he still that way? Shouldn't new years help him be a better person? Or something like that. Why was he still like this?
Late February meant the end of one semester, and the start of another.
What else did that mean?
His semestral feedback report (he refused to call it a report card. What was he, high school?).
"Xiao? Are you here? I bought almond tofu from Xiangling's place. Sorry for barging in, you weren't answering my calls." He heard your voice from the kitchen and he glanced at the clock on his studio's wall.
1:37 AM.
You were at Xiangling's place because you were working on a report about the history of acrylic paints or whatever it was. You were supposed to go home, but you still dropped by his apartment. He checked his phone.
[ 14 missed calls. ]
Yikes.
"I'm here." He answered meekly, but loud enough for you to hear. He felt tired. Defeated, maybe. He was blankly staring at the canvas in front of him. He has sketched the base of your face and upper body. He was planning on painting a portrait of his beloved to decorate his room with, but he couldn't find the energy to continue.
He could hear the soft "thud"s of your feet walking from the kitchen towards the studio, but he tuned it out with an annoying static he could only hear in his head.
Fuck. Where are they?
He rushed to the drawer next to his easels and rummaged around in a panic.
Where the fuck are they?
He kept a few anti-depressants in his studio because he spends most of his time here and he didn't have time to rush to the kitchen to get them if he ever got a panic attack.
"Fuck!" He cursed loudly, throwing the contents of his desk onto the floor. Some of his paintbrushes scattered on the wooden floor of his studio, marking the wood various colors. Maybe they're going to stain, but he didn't really care.
Xiao heard the footsteps retreating until he couldn't hear anything else except the constant ringing in his ears. It was annoying. It was loud. It started to make him want to split his head open.
"_____," He whispered, feeling his chest hurt and his throat tighten. The passageways helping him breathe seemed to close themselves, giving him a hard time and mocking him. It was coming back again.
Tears started to flood his vision, and they rolled down his red cheeks. He took the ponytail out of his hair and used two hands to tug at his locks starting from the roots. His breathing patterns became more erratic, but he tried his best to stay calm.
His knees and legs felt like jelly. He had to lean against the desk to avoid from toppling over.
Why? Why again? Why now? Why when you were here?
He screamed. It was loud enough for the neighbors to hear, but his care for any external entities was out the window the moment his eyes became blurry with tears.
Even though he was leaning against the desk, his legs still couldn't hold the weight of his entire body. His knees dropped to the floor, and he swore he must've dented the wood below, but he paid no mind to it. His knees were also aching, but he could deal with that later. He bent down and pressed his forehead to the floor.
"_____," He whispered again, longing for his partner. "Auxilium."
"Xiao?" The voice was muffled. His eyes were glued to the floor in front of him, but he knew it was you.
"Xiao, stay with me, honey." There was a hint of panic evident in your voice, but he was glad that you didn't let that get the best of you. You was still somewhat calm.
You kneeled down beside him, helping him back to an upright position.
"Honey, you left these on the counter outside." You handed him two tablets of his anti-depressants, and he gladly placed them in his mouth. You also gave him a glass of water, and he downed it in two swift gulps. Afraid that he might underestimate his strength, he returned the glass back to you instead of setting it down himself, nodding at you in the process.
You got into a more comfortable position where you rested your back against the wall, and you guided Xiao to follow you. It was a difficult task; He was very sensitive during his panic attacks.
His semestral feedback reports always made him anxious. He didn't have to please his parents anymore since he moved out years ago, but Xiao had this nagging feeling inside of him to do better with his academics. Nobody was really pressuring him to be a straight-A student, but did he feel like he needed to be? Who was he trying to prove himself to anyway? You knew about his sever panic attacks and how they were more active if he had a big event coming up. The first time you had to deal with it, you were still stiff and trying to learn how you could help. Now, you takes pride in yourself for being able to handle him in the ways you know would help him the most.
"Here you go, I've got you." You cooed, assisting him with moving. You laid his head flat on her lap and she began stroking his beautiful, tousled forest green locks. The highlights he had under the first layer of his hair started to fade, and you made a mental note to take him to a salon so they could get their highlights redone.
"You know, I've been listening to a lot of Coldplay lately," You started speaking, as if Xiao wasn't about to have a full-on panic attack. "Yellow would have to be one of my favorite songs. I guess it's kinda cheesy, but can you blame me?"
You used your free hand to wipe the tears from his cheeks.
"Look at the stars, look how they shine for you." You began singing, voice just above a whisper.
"And everything you do. Yeah, they were all yellow."
Xiao was a reserved person who had a hard time dealing with other people because of his inferiority complex that sprouted when he was young.
"I came along, I wrote a song for you."
He didn't have love and affection growing up. He didn't know how to be the best person to talk to. He had poor communication skills. He was a mess, to be honest.
"And all the things you do. And it was called yellow."
You were the first person who looked past his rough and tough exterior. You were the person who showed interest not just in his name- but in him as a whole.
"So when I took my turn, what a thing to've done."
"Thank you," He murmured silently, noticing that the ringing in his ears vanished. His throat was beginning to open again, and he could finally feel the steady heartbeat he had in his chest.
"And it was all yellow."
Xiao curled himself into a ball, burying his face in your clothed stomach. You smelled a bit like smoke (maybe you ate yakiniku at Xiangling's?) and your faded cologne. It smelled like home. It washed a sense of relief over his entire being. He felt safe. He felt secure. He was being held like a child, but he didn't really mind. Maybe he needed this.
"Your skin. Oh yeah, your skin and bones,"
You craned your neck downwards to look at Xiao's figure. He finally looked peaceful. You knew about his rough past. You knew about the trauma he had to go through, but you chose to look past it because you knew that he was just afraid and... alone. He needed someone to be there for him, and you would rather the world die than leave him alone ever again.
"Turn into something beautiful."
You noticed how his chest started a rhythmic pattern of ups and downs. His breathing was finally steady. He looked at peace. He looked like he was right at home.
"Do you know? You know I love you so."
You couldn't help but chuckle as you watched him sleep in your lap. How could anyone think that this softie was an asshole?
"You know I love you so."
You barely whispered the last part of the song, but it was loud enough for his heart to hear it. Xiao hated when things were unpredictable; that's why he hated the rain. But now, maybe the idea of rain wasn't so bad. Especially since you were his rain.
"I love you, Xiao."
At that moment, you knew that the involuntary smile on Xiao's face was a response that contained more emotions than his words could ever bear.
"I love you too."
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Lifetimes
Chapter 2
Description - Detective Okoye finds out more about King Steven's past as you are subjected to further torture
Warning - Horror, mutilation, torture, Dark!Steve
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Detective Okoye sipped coffee as she examined the crime scene report on her desk. It had been more than 2 months since you had been the victim of the heinous crime. She narrowed her eyes as she read the report for probably the millionth time. The case was littered with problems.
First of all, they couldn't find your dead body. They had searched across the city and the state and had turned up empty handed.
Secondly, the forensic team had secured two different sets of fingerprints from the crime scene atop the cliff. One set belonged to you, the other, your killer. However, their database couldn't match the fingerprints with any US citizen and known terrorists. Even the CIA, FBI and even the Interpol turned up empty-handed.
The team also found paper-thin scraps of ash scattered across the cliff and the road. Their scientists could not make sense of that either.
Lastly, they had absolutely no leads to chase down your attacker. The security cameras hadn't caught anything. There were no witnesses, except the one statement from Chris Evans, who continuously rambled on about the deep scar on the attacker's face.
"You need to stop reading that file Oko. You are not a part of the investigation anymore," Detective Natasha's voice broke through Okoye's thoughts.
"I can't let it go Nat," Okoye responded, rubbing her forehead, "I keep thinking that I have missed something."
Nat closed the file and sat on the desk, "Look, I know it's frustrating to break your perfect record. But sometimes there are cases which you just can't solve."
Okoye sighed, "10 years Nat. I have solved every single case in the last decade. No matter if it was a simple house robbery or taking down a drug cartel, I have always cracked all of my cases. And now this?" Okoye slammed down her coffee mug in disgust, "I have been assigned desk duty because I couldn't solve this case."
"You know it's temporary till things dial down a bit," Nat tried to reason, "When the girlfriend of an international superstar goes missing, his fans and the media tend to erupt," Nat placed a hand on her shoulder, "You will be back soon Oko."
"Evans hasn't received a call for ransom?" Okoye inquired.
Nat shook her head, "I don't think she is alive Oko."
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You opened your eyes, the whispers in the dark playing on a loop in your head, "What does he want?" , "Ya no puedo soportar esto" , "Who is she?" , "Quiero ir a casa" , "I make my most humble apology" ,"Nobis auxilium Dominus!" You only recognized English, the rest of the few languages alien to your ears. Besides you, you could see the terrified figures of ancient women who resembled your features.
You tried to speak to them, but no sound escaped your orifice. You were frozen, but were yet somehow still moving. The edge of your skin, along with others, shed like thin layers of ash, only to be replenished by the wind.
It's this what death felt like? Were you a ghost?
The voices in your head suddenly went silent as everyone heard the despicable cackle of the man who commanded all of you.
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It was dusk when Okoye walked towards the National History museum with her 5-year-old daughter in tow. She waved when she saw Carol with her son.
"Thank you so much for coming along!" Carol grinned as they hugged, "David was dying to look at the new exhibit."
Okoye brushed her off, "Please there's no need to thank me. Aurelia is just as much of a history enthusiast as David."
They joined the long line of people, mostly parents with their kids, waiting for their turn to enter. "I had no idea this exhibit was so popular," Okoye admitted as she took in the crowd.
"Yeah. Ever since the discovery of the Aveninfin kingdom, suddenly everyone is a history nerd," Carol commented, "Still, I think it's cool that they found the remnants of an entire kingdom underneath the Texan desert."
As they entered the museum, both the kids ran off towards the children's section of the exhibit where the tour guide was handing out pamphlets.
Okoye sucked in a deep breath, "Umm Carol, I wanted to talk about the bake sale this Saturday-"
"Yes Maria and I are going to bake lemon squares, chocolate cupcakes and vanilla-strawberry cookie spirals," Carol interrupted her, "I was thinking Maria will present the lemon squares from your end? We will say you are currently caught up with work and handed over your goodies to us," she knowingly winked at Okoye.
Her eyes filled with tears at Carol's kind words, "I am sorry," Okoye barely whispered.
"Oko, you have nothing to apologise for. It's difficult being a single mother and an awesome ass-kicking detective at the same time. Don't be harsh on yourself," Carol tried to console her by rubbing her back, "We love Aurelia. And we love you! It also helps that you gang up with me to prank my wife," Carol beamed.
They strolled in the museum, always keeping an eye on the kids as their activities continued. After about an hour or so, the kids dispersed. "Mommy," Aurelia called out, "did you see the handprint painting?"
"No baby I didn't," Okoye replied. Her daughter led her by taking two of Okoye's fingers in her small hands. "You should see this mommy! You are a defective. This is also like defective work."
Okoye couldn't help but laugh at her daughter's innocence, "That's right baby, I am a defective."
She picked her up when they reached the fingerprint portion of the exhibit. Aurelia pointed out to one set of fingerprints, "See? Just like you explained," she clapped her hands once for impact.
Okoye chuckled, kissing her daughter's forehead. She looked at the various sets of fingerprints. Most of them were unnamed, except three. One belonged to the King's right hand man called Buchanan, the other to the Queen named Luna and finally, the King himself, Steven Grant.
Okoye stared at Steve's fingerprints. There was something eerily familiar about them. She stared harder, trying to identify them when suddenly, realisation hit her like an iceberg.
Could it be? No it was impossible. But the intricate pattern of the fingerprints undoubtedly matched the ones in her file!
She immediately unlocked her phone and compared the two images. They were identical! Okoye dialled Natashas's number, informing her of the development. "I will be there in 20 minutes," she replied.
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Detectives Okoye and Natasha sat across the table from Dr Bruce Banner, the archeologist behind the discovery of the Aveninfin kingdom. It had been three days since Okoye's lead, and now, it seemed they were back to square one.
It seemed that nobody on Bruce's staff had used the fingerprints to commit the crime. Everybody had airtight alibis, even the doctor himself.
"I don't know what I can tell you ladies anymore-" Bruce started saying. But Natasha swiftly interrupted him, "Detectives," she spat with authority.
He held up his hands in resignation, "Sorry. Detectives. I have nothing new to share. You guys have been to my house, my lab and my office. You have interrogated my staff and colleagues. I really don't know how can-," he was interrupted again.
"A heinous crime was committed, and," Okoye pointed a finger at him, "fingerprints of your King Steven were found at the crime scene. So you really expect us to believe that he came back from the dead just to murder Chris Evans' girlfriend?"
"Legends share that King Steven never died," Bruce half-smiled at his pathetic joke. "Look, you guys are the detectives. Isn't it your job to," he gestured in a random direction, "detect this?"
"What was the need to even obtain fingerprints from an archeological site?" Okoye inquired.
Bruce looked squarely at her, "Fingerprints help us study human evolution Detective. We were lucky to have found their fingerprints painted on the wall and imprinted in the mudcakes."
"Mudcakes?" Nat cocked an eyebrow.
Bruce took a deep breath, "The people of Aveninfin believed that the dead would find a way back in case the living ever needed them. However, the dead spirits would need to identify their graves and their loved ones. So after the death of any citizen, they would press the deceased palms onto a patch of damp mud, which would then solidify, leaving behind an imprint."
Okoye bit her cheek, "But you just said that King Steven isn't believed to be dead."
Bruce shook his head, "I said legends claimed that. Folk-lore, fairy tales, ancient myth. There's no way to actually verify this."
Natasha checked her watch, "Well, we still have about an hour or so left for this interrogation to end. So why don't you indulge us Doctor?" she requested in her sweet venomous voice.
Rubbing his eyes, Bruce took a deep breath. "Okay," he said, "How much do you remember about the history of Aveninfin from school?"
Both the women looked at each other. "Wasn't it a kingdom ruined by greed and ambition?" Okoye guessed.
Bruce nodded in response, "The king, Steven Grant, wanted to conquer the entire world just like Alexander had once set out to. In the 17th century, when the kingdom of Aveninfin was at its peak, King Steven married a Sorceress by the name of Luna. It is believed that Queen Luna gained her powers from the moon. A bit Luna-tic, amirite?" Bruce's another lame attempt at a joke was met with stony silence.
He cleared his throat, "So anyways, Queen Luna saw how the kingdom and it's citizens suffered in poverty while the King, his aid Buchanan and the corrupt traders and officers enjoyed the riches. She knew of his ambition to conquer the world and so, she killed him by poisoning him. But, here is where things get interesting."
Bruce shifted in his seat, the excitement in his voice mirroring in his body language, "The Queen didn't account for Buchanan's loyalty. You see, in some iterations of the legend, it is said that the King and Buchanan were lovers, in others, they were mentioned as close comrades. Buchanan was said to be raised by witches, and so, when he realised that the King had been poisoned, he went and dug open his grave to revive the King."
Natasha looked disinterested and Okoye managed to keep a passive expression as Bruce rambled on. "Buchanan apparently gave half of his soul to the King, so that King Steven can live. But this only made matters worse. Now both, the King and Buchanan, existed in the world of the living, and also in the realm of the dead. This place… this-this sweet nexus of two dimensions cursed the beings with unimaginable power, and pain."
Okoye gave Natasha half a smile as the latter yawned, "Let me guess the next part Doctor," Natasha offered, "The King laid waste to the entire kingdom and buried it within the ground where the sun doesn't shine?"
Deflated, Bruce sank back in his chair, "Yeah."
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You were passing through buildings, cars, houses, trees and God knows what. Suddenly, you came to a stop. You were surprised when you saw King Steve, or "Conqueror of the Paranormal, Leader of the Occult Study and Summoner of Death, His Majesty King Steven Grant" as he liked to call himself, converse with another man.
This stranger's hair was tied in a small ponytail. His physique was just as massive and looked just as strong as Steve's.
His magic command wore off just a bit as he was speaking with the stranger. You were able to move your face and a little portion of your limbs. You gasped in your head as you finally took in the condition of the women around you. Some women were missing their palms, feet, or even entire hands and legs. A few had their entire torsos cut so that you could only see their spine connecting their head with their hips. While the face of one woman was absent of her eyeballs, the other one's neck had been chopped off in a gruesome manner.
Steve's power over you started weaning further as he became more agitated in his conversation. Your eyesight became a bit clearer, the shades of black and grey slowly shifting into focus.
You had to find a way out of this prison. By now, you understood that all the women in King Steven's harem had been murdered and kept captive. This could not be death. You didn't want it to be.
Looking downwards at your feet, you noticed the faint wisps of ash detaching from your body and collecting on the ground below. It could easily be confused as dust in a small quantity, but when shed in a larger amount, it could form a trail of sorts...
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A FEW DAYS later saw Okoye sitting at her desk with her head in her hands. "Oko," Natasha approached her gently.
"You know, if I had any hair on my head I would be pulling them out right now," Okoye joked miserably.
"I told you before Oko. Some cases are too twisted to be solved. Do you know how many cases in the US go unsolved? Probably-"
"Wait," Okoye interrupted Natasha, "What did you just say?"
Natasha looked a bit surprised, "Ummm… Do you know how many cases go unsolved?"
"That's it!" exclaimed Okoye. She rushed towards the Records room of the precinct, with Natasha hot on her heels. "What's 'it'?" she asked.
"We need to check whether these fingerprints have come up in the last 6 months in the unsolvable crimes committed," Okoye explained, "Think about it Nat. Dr Banner told us that they retrieved the prints 6 months ago right? So there has to be-"
Natasha sighed, "Well it is a lead. But…" "But what?" Okoye responded.
"You are grasping at straws Oko. Don't you think it would have been in the news if a murder went unsolved heart because the prints couldn't be traced? Look I…," Natasha hesitated, "I know you are desperate. Frustrated even. But this has started to affect your health and work and I can't just stand by and be a silent spectator."
"Then don't be one. Join me and help me in solving this," Okoye urged.
Natasha just shook her head, "If… if you don't give up this case Okoye then-"
"Then what Natasha?" Okoye almost spat her name.
"I will have to report you," Natasha's threat sounded like a plea.
Okoye squared her shoulders, "After everything we have gone through?"
Natasha looked at her with a painful expression, "Yes. Especially after everything we have gone through. I just cannot let you destroy your career behind one case. You weren't even supposed to interrogate Dr Banner! This… this stops now."
Both the women stared at one another, refusing to back down. Finally, Natasha muttered something under her breath and left the Records room as Okoye kept glaring at her back.
36 HOURS LATER, Okoye found a nondescript manila envelope on her desk, buried under her pile of unprocessed files with a note, "Hope this helps! - Peter P." She casually angled her body in a way which hid the contents of the envelope as she opened it. Her eyes widened at the information displayed in front of her.
King Steven's fingerprints were found at crime scenes that dated back all the way to 1915, almost around the time when the police started using science and technology to obtain and analyse fingerprints.
As she flipped through the pages, she noted the years of the crimes committed. 1915, 1933, 1954, 1974, 1997 and lastly, 2020. A quick mental calculation made her realise that the average number of years between these murders were approximately between 20-22.
But nothing prepared her for what she saw next.
The photographs of all the female victims closely resembled your face. Sure, there was a difference in the colour of their skin, languages and backgrounds. But their facial features were identical.
Moreover, there was a striking similarity in the way the crime was committed. The women were kidnapped and then disappeared without a trace.
Okoye sat back in her chair as realisation struck her like a thunderbolt. Could it be? Was there really an undead entity hunting these women? And for what?
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You were moving again. Every part of you was frozen, except the tips of your thumb and forefinger, thanks to King Steve still seething in anger. Rubbing them together furiously, you tried to communicate with others through your mind, urging them to do the same.
It continued for a while when suddenly, you felt yourself freeze completely.
That disdainful cackle was back in your head, "Hehehehe. Honey wants to shed her skin? HER SKIN!!! Wants to be rescued. RESCUED! Don't like me? ME! Doesn't want skin? SKIN? SKIN! Then I will take it. TAKE IT!"
You felt his shadow push into you with force as your now solid forms collided with the ground. His blade, now shining brighter than the sun, cut into your sides as you silently screamed in agony.
Pain seared through you as he started peeling the skin from your entire body, only to reveal the ghastly organs beneath. Muscle, bones, veins and all were now on display. Nobody could hear your blood-curdling screams except the women surrounding you, their howls of horror joining yours as once again, you were reminded about who was in charge.
"Need skin," Steve muttered as he kept cutting into you, "Have hands, legs, face, torso, everything. EVERYTHING! Need skin to put her back together. To bring her back. She will breathe. She will be alive. ALIVE!"
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Demon in Disguised | Part 1 |
Paring: Geralt x Reader
Warning: Minor Blood
Notes: Don't worry there will be a part two and it will have smut in it. But for now enjoy the small cliffhanger.
Part 2
Ahh humans~
So frail, so paranoid, so deliriously fearful. Especially if the humans are just vulnerable to things they can't explain, take your for example. You have an appearance of a human, but in reality you are nothing more than a demon. More specifically one of the Seven Demons of Hell, your brothers and sisters just love taking pleasure of bringing their sins into the lives of humans.
A man having an affair with his wife? You can blame Asmodeus for that. A person who kills another person out of jealousy? Blame Beelzebub for that. A bloodly fight that was out of anger or revenge? Blame yourself for that. You once enjoy these misfortunes that you laid upon the humans, but now it has been.....well boring for you.
You wanted something more than just making people suffer. You wanted to have an adventure, the thrill, the excitement of your adrenaline pumping in your veins. Sitting on your throne watching people suffer is not what you no longer call fun but instead an endless suffering. No pun intended. That's when it had hit you, why stay here watching people suffer, when you can have fun up there up there. The place where plenty of people live instead of just waiting for the next victim to die and judge what have sins they have done to bring down here.
Which brings you here. Drinking at a pub in a village where the men slammed their drinks on the tables as waitresses went by table to table. For the past couple of years you have made quite the living of being a traveler who tells a person's 'future' for a couple of coins to buy some items. Not like it matter to you materialistic things never interested you in the first place.
All of sudden the pub had gotten quite, you broke your gaze from the book you were reading from to see what had stop the ruckus. At the doorway of the pub was a man with long white hair that was tied into a ponytail with intriguing golden cat like eyes.
"What's a freak doing here."
If you recall correctly this 'freak' was called a 'Witcher' from the books you have read. People with supernatural abilities that was similar to the Mages here, but of course with a few differences. Apparently these Witchers slay monsters for money and they aren't really welcome to most people because of their actions. Such hubris these humans possess judging one's abilities and actions instead of taking the time for knowing them.
You eyed the man as he walked to a table that had a man drinking away his problems because of an incident. From what you heard lost some supplies and men to something in the woods nearby. Not that you care about someone's misfortune, you went back reading your book when something caught your interest in the man's and Witcher's conversation.
"The monster you are describing sounds like a demon, but not any demon that I may know of."
A smirk slowly appeared on your face when you heard this. If a Witcher who is suppose to identify all types of monster can't even identify this demon then it must be from Hell. Perhaps this day won't be just you sitting around reading afterall.
Closing your book, you went up their table with your cane. The cane is just part of your disguise to make you look cripple and helpless. There are occasional times where some robbers and bandits tried to steal from you but that only led you to use some 'magic' on them.
"May I ask you what did this Demon looked like?" Both men looked at you when you appeared. You took a quick glance at the Witcher's medallion hoping it wont react to you. You leaned on your cane as the client explained what he saw.
"It's skin completely green and there something on it's head like some kind of octopus. On it's back was spider like legs and it appeared to have some green light around it." You automatically knew what it was.
"Ah! The demon you are describing to me is a Timor Daemonium or a Fear Demon. It's a good thing you ran for your life, crafty bastards can summon lesser demons to help them fight."
"You seems like you know this demon." You turned your head towards the Witcher and gave him a small smile.
"Yes, I happen to came across these demons a few times." That was a lie. These types Demons where created from Lucifer; where there is fear there is pride.
It seems like siblings want to return to Hell if they are sending their creations to find you.
"Mr. Witcher, may I tag along on your hunt. You can keep the reward I'm not interested in that. What I'm interested is the demon." The Witcher looked at you suspiciously, but soon agreed.
With the agreement settled, the two of you were out your way to find the Fear Demon. You were perhaps a good distance from the village for you to drop the act. You swung your cane onto your shoulders and started to walk naturally. This caught the Witcher's attention.
"The cripple act is something you always do?"
You looked up to the white hair male and gave him a sly smile. "Something like that. In this age men or women wouldn't want to have sex with someone who is cant walk properly know can they?"
"Not if you have your chest out like that." He mumble but you heard it just fine afterall advance hearing is part of the Demon charm.
"What was that?"
"Nothing."
The road to the location was silent for quite away, but you decide to break the ice once more.
"The name's (Y/N) and you are Mr. Witcher?"
"Geralt of rivia. Rather be called by my name than Mr. Witcher. You seem to know your demonology quite well."
"It's my pride and joy the only thing I can actually do than just reading one's 'future'." You air quote the word 'future's.
Geralt raised an eyebrow when you said this. He was about to ask you what you just meant when you stopped him with your cane. You raised a finger to your lips to silence him as he listen to whatever you were trying find.
It was then he realized why you stopped them, a green like fog floated in a small part of the forest that most likely was hiding the Demon.
Using your cane to grabbed his necklace you brought Geralt closer to whisper in his ear.
"They are vulnerable to lightening. Can you cast anything like that?"
"I can cast Aard will that work?" You gently removed your cane from his necklace and took a step forward.
"That will have to do. I'll distract for a bit once you have a clear shot cast your spell and I'll do the rest." You raised your cane in front of you then announcing a name.
"Talon, I might need some help." A black smoke started to come out of your cane then a panther came out of the fog. Turning back to Geralt you told him hide while you faced the Demon.
Unaware to you is that when you summon your 'familiar' Geralt's medallion started to vibrate. If he question you now then they will lose the Demon, but if he question you later then you might not even answer his question at all. But with no other option he did what you ordered.
Talon had pounced on the Fear Demon giving you time to remove your blade out it's sheathed and started to attack it. If you remember correctly from what Lucifer said they are vulnerable to any type of lightning attacks, even though Aard is not a lightning base attack it should do the trick.
You caught off one of it's spider like appendages that were trying to attack you. It's blood seeped out of it limb, but one it's limb managed to hit your side. You grunted as the rising pain to your side, but manage to pull through.
You dodged an incoming slice from the Demon before it ripped off Talon off it's back. You scanned the area to see where did Geralt hid, your search ended quickly when Geralt had appeared behind the Demon then attacking with Aard. With a stroke of your arm a black smoke appeared around you changing your (h/c) hair to a silver color with the tattoos that was scatter on your arm suddenly glowed.
"Alliges Duplicia (Bind)." The tattoos on your arms were removed and sent flying towards the demon, binding him.
You were amused as it tried to struggled it's way out of the bonds.
"Cur auxilium eius? (Why are you helping him?)." The Demon sneered at you. Luckily Geralt can't understand what it's trying to say, but that doesn't mean he already knows something's up with you.
"Cause why not?"
"Plurimum autem periculosissima et daemonem. Et auxiliatus sum tibi haec ... homine isto? (You are the most powerful and most dangerous demon. And yet you help this...this human!)."
"First of all, this human is name Geralt. Second of all you mean former. I step down remember?"
"Inferos non inveni novum irae. Tu tantum potior esse irae. (Hell has not found a new Wrath. You are only one best suited to be Wrath.)"
"Well, you better find a replacement soon or..." You took a quick glance at Geralt who gave you a raised eyebrow. Seems like he is slowly starting to put the pieces in it's place. "Or else Hell will release it's demons and the Dammned soon."
"Talon, return him to Lucifer." You called out to your familiar . The panther compiled with it's order grabbing the Demon by it's hair it disappeared into a cloud of black smoke.
You sighed. It seems like your siblings won't be stopping their attacks anytime soon as long as you stay here on Tameria.
"You have a lot of explaining to do." Oh yeah that's right. Geralt can't understand what the Demon just said.
"Depends how much they are paying you." You swiped your hair back as the once silver color return back to it's natural hair color.
"25 crowns."
"Shit. Fine 10 questions you can ask me, but first camp." Geralt notice how it was already dark so he'll give you the benefit of the doubt for now.
Once the fire was going, the two of you sit on opposite directions for safety reasons. Which was fine by you, you still needed to to patch up the nasty wound on your side. When you finished you rummaged through your satchel to pull out the same book you were reading earlier.
"First question go." You said. Geralt would've thought you were getting impatient, but considering how you were kicking back and reading a book said otherwise.
What a strange person you were. If you are consider you a person.
"Don't know what that demon was saying, but base on how it called you a daemonem or a demon just like how you translated back at the tavern. You are just like it aren't? A demon?"
You finger stopped at the tip of your page that you were about to turn. The gesture meant that Geralt was right you aren't human.
"You aren't wrong." You turn the page and set your book down to the side to get up and slowly walked towards. "But it's my turn Witcher do you want to know really want to know what my Demon name is?"
When you went to his side if the fire you were already up to his face. With a a smirk on your face waiting for his answer.
"Ire. What does it mean?"
"I'll give you a hint. When a person sees you; a Witcher. What is there reaction?" Geralt was slowly starting to see what you might be, but had to be sure to confirm it.
"They look at me with disgust, hatred, and..." For some reason couldn't finish the last part of his sentence as he gazed into your eyes. He wonders if you were actually a succubus or incubus or even a demon who can hypnotize people.
"Go on." You encourage him to finish it. "Unless you want me to say it for you, Geralt of Rivia."
God. Just hearing his name from your tongue makes him want to take you here an now.
"They look at me with..."
"Anger." The two of you finished at the same time.
"Oh fuck it." Geralt pulled your head closer to his giving you a heated lip session. If he was going to die at least he was going to die from a sexy sin demon.
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Demon!AU: Part 1
Hiro had given up. He tried everything. None of the inventions he had built or formulas he concocted bore any fruit for all his labor. The science he loved and cherished so dearly left him with dead end after dead end. It couldn't bring back his big brother.
So after eight days of sobbing and Baymax saving Hiro from suicide two times, Hiro decided to try one last thing.
It all started with a stupid ad he saw on a sketchy web site. It read: Demonology For Beginners! How To Make Your Dreams Come True!
However, when he clicked on the link it just took him to a white page with a 'site not found' message.
He sighed in frustration, but the possibilities were already bouncing around in his mind. So he began researching. Even getting into contact with a few experts and practitioners. Until finally after weeks of gathering information, he found himself here. Painting a rather large summoning circle on his bedroom floor with white paint. Aunt Cass would kill him if she ever found out he did this to her floor.
One of the friends he had made warned him that when making a deal with a demon there can be a catch. Demons like to play tricks and pranks with foolish humans. But Hiro was an intelligent person and from what he's learned so long as he's specific he'll get his brother back.
Hiro would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. He was terrified. What if it didn't work? What if the demon flat out said no? What if-
No, now wasn't the time for that.
Hiro lit the six black candles he bought and placed them in the center of the outside circles.
Hiro grabbed the sharp kitchen knife and dug it along the palm of his hand. Blood almost instantly started pouring out of the wound and Hiro tried not to make any sound of pain as to not activate Baymax. He quickly moved around the large circle to spread his blood around the edges and letting it drip around the candles. When he was done he wrapped his hand in a disinfectant cloth.
Then he began the chant.
"Magnum daemonem Domine da mihi volo te voco. Audite quaeso ut mihi vocationem auxilium, et super me misericordia." (Great demon lord, I summon you to my side to grant my wish. Please hear my call for help and take pity upon me.)
Hiro followed the instructions and repeated the mantra a total of six times.
Then silence.
Hiro knew that this probably wouldn't work, but that didn't make it hurt any less. Hiro fell to his knees and buried his face in his hand as he began sobbing.
"Why are you crying, boy?"
Hiro jumped away from the direction of the menacing and terrifying voice. Looking up Hiro saw the towering figure above him. It was very human-like in shape, but it was far from mistakable. Its huge lean figure, long, pointed horns, and not mention its black shadow-like body gave away what it truly was. A demon.
It tilted its head and its eyes made of white light seemed to narrow in amusement at Hiro's panting form on the ground.
Every part of Hiro's brain was telling him to get up and run from the creature, but he fought those urges down.
"I can't believe it worked," Hiro spoke more to himself than anything else.
"Yes, indeed. Now that we are past the amazement of my existence, you will answer my question, yes?" Hiro stared mesmerized by the way the being mouth appeared and disappeared from its face and, just like its eyes, it was made of pure light.
"What?" Hiro asked a bit foolishly.
The demon sighed. "Why were you crying upon my arrival, boy? Most don't start crying until they see me, and you didn't even seem to notice I was here." The creature waved its hand around as if to prove a point.
"Oh. It's because... I thought it didn't work." Hiro sat up and rubbed the back of his neck nervously.
"I see. And would it have been so bad if it hadn't?" The demon questioned seemingly intrigued by the human child's reactions.
"Yes," Hiro replied without hesitation.
"Oh? And why is that?" The entity moved closer to Hiro and from this distance, he could make out more details. The black layer that seemed shadow like at first now revealed to be skin that Hiro could see faint glowing veins beneath. The demon also didn't seem to have any perceivable gender.
"Because then that would mean I'd never get to see my big brother again." Hiro's gaze dropped to the floor in sorrow before snapping back up when the demon spoke once more.
"Is that why you've brought me here? Is he missing?" The demon sat down in front of Hiro in a bit of a lazy fashion just on the edge of the circle it was summoned with.
"He died in a fire."
"I see."
There was a moment of silence where the demon just seemed to stare at Hiro.
"Can you bring him back?"
"I can."
"Really!? That's ama-"
"As a demon."
"What?"
"I'm an Archdemon, not a god. My power is great but limited," The demon waved its hand again and an unnatural light filled the room before disappearing just as fast as it came.
Hiro sat and contemplated this new information for a minute.
"But it would still be Tadashi, right?"
"Correct. It's still his soul. Just corrupted."
"Corrupted!?"
"It's just another word for becoming a demon. The only thing that may be different about him is he may become less moral. But only a little." The demon pinched its thumb and index finger together with only a bit of space in between them as if to show how little the difference will be. "You'd barely even notice. Most of the time they just become a little more selfish with what they want. Possessive. Carnal. That's all."
"Oh... I guess that's not so bad."
"Of course it's not. Now, why do you want him back so desperately? Be specific."
"Because he's my brother!" The demon's eyes narrowed at Hiro's raise in tone and lack of a proper answer. "I-I'm sorry. I mean because I love him more than anyone and he's always been there for me. He's the only reason I ever tried to be better and now that he's gone... I barely find the energy to get out of bed."
"Hm... I'm sensing a little more than familial love." Hiro felt heat rise to his face and the tips of his ears and opened his mouth to deny the accusation, but he was cut off. "And don't lie to me, boy. I'll know. And if you do I'll kill you and take your soul so you'll never see your precious brother again. You see I despise liars."
"I-I... Yes. You're right."
"Now, was that so hard? And how sweet." The demon grinned inhumanly wide and with how close they are Hiro could make out just how sharp each of its teeth, more like fangs, were. They could easily slice through flesh and, if he had to guess, maybe bone and metal. "How long have you known? I don't get out much, so do forgive my intrusiveness, but I am so curious."
"I th-think I may have always had a crush on him. As a kid, everyone said I had a brother complex because I didn't want Tadashi to go anywhere if I wasn't there and didn't want to let him hang out with anyone but me. I just thought that since he was my brother that meant he was mine. And for the most part, Tadashi just let it happen. Doing whatever I wanted and letting me get away with anything. Then a couple years ago love was explained to me for the first time and I realized that that's what I felt for Tadashi. But by then I also knew it wasn't acceptable to feel that way for your brother. So I didn't tell anyone... And then he went to college. He started spending less time with me and more with his projects and new friends. So I did what any kid my age not getting enough attention does and started something illegal to get his focus back on me."
"Wow, kid." The demon seemed almost astonished with just how honest Hiro was.
"Sorry. You're just the first person I've ever talked to about this." Hiro scratched the back of his neck again and looked down.
"... And you're the first human that's called me a person." The demon brushed its claws through Hiro's hair without thinking before quickly retracting its hand to its side.
"That's kinda sad."
The demon chuckled in response and had Hiro heard that sound in any other situation he probably would have pissed himself. Hiro laughed and the two sat in silence for another moment.
"So... Is this the part where you eat my soul or whatever?" Hiro looked up at the demon through his long bangs.
"No. I don't think I will. It pleased me to speak with you, child. I hope to do so again. So how about this instead. I give you your big brother, Tadashi, back, and should I ever need a favor you will help me without question or condition."
"Yes! I mean wait. What's the catch?"
"Catch?"
"Like what's the downside?"
"Hm. I suppose it would be that you will have to supply your brother with your energy as he will now be bound to you. But that's it." The demon leaned forward with its clawed right hand outstretched. "Do we have a deal?"
"Absolutely!" Hiro clasped both hands around the demon's and shook it harshly.
The demon's grin stretched up past its eyes and almost to its horns. "This might tickle a bit."
Before Hiro could even question what the demon meant he felt searing hot pain shooting through his body from where he was connected to the other. It was easily the worst physical pain Hiro had ever felt. And then it was like every memory Hiro ever had of Tadashi was playing through his mind.
Hiro's memories played until he saw the explosion from Tadashi's death and it was like the end of a camera real. He was able to see his room and the demon again.
"Ah. There you are. I've located his soul. Luckily, he's still in limbo awaiting assignment. That's easy enough to pull him from," Hiro heard the creature's voice inside his head. "Now for the tricky part. Let's create your demon form."
Hiro noticed out of the corner of his eye a dim light and glanced over to spot another circle slowly materializing in red fire-like light. This one was different from the one Hiro had drawn. It seemed more complex.
"Ah!" Hiro hissed in pain. It felt like someone was slicing into his wrist with a fine blade. He looked down and saw that the same symbol was being carved into his skin by seemingly nothing. Hiro reached to cover his right wrist as though to protect it but the demon in front of him grabbed Hiro's left wrist and held tight to his right hand.
"Don't." Then everything around them began to shake and the demon started to laugh at the events unfolding.
Hiro felt genuine terror at the moment as a few tears slid down his face. Finally, after what seemed like ages, the new circle finally finished materializing on both the floor and Hiro's wrist.
Hiro looked over in time to see a column of fire burst from the circle to the ceiling and for a moment Hiro was worried an inferno would break out. 'Am I going to die in a fire too?' But Hiro was surprised to find that when the blaze receded there were no marks.
Movement caught Hiro's eyes immediately. He looked down to the sight of a steaming, heavily breathing form. It had long horns protruding from its forehead, and short black hair in the same style Tadashi always had it. Hiro looked to meet its eyes to see if it really was Tadashi, but the creature seemed dazed. Hiro stepped close to get a better look and the demon let him go to do so.
"He'll be out of it for a minute or so while he gets accustomed to being alive again."
He seemed taller and broader, more muscular. The horns were red and flaked in black obsidian. The whites of his eyes were now red and the usual soft brown was now a striking golden yellow. They seemed sharper in a dangerous way. The lower half of his face was covered by what looked like the bottom half of a red Japanese Oni mask.
Looking lower, Hiro noticed his muscles were definitely more defined. Hiro wanted to reach out and feel them but was stopped by what looked like fire blazing beneath his skin. There were patches of red and black around his shoulders and his hands led down to black long claws that twitched every now and again.
Hiro's eyes moved back to his torso where he saw the red and black patches around his sides flowing down to his hips and- 'hoLY FUCK HE'S NAKED!'
Hiro whipped his head away and felt the heat return to his face making the demon by his side snicker as though it could hear his thoughts. But the damage was already done and Hiro just kept thinking, 'That is really big,' like a damn idiot. 'There's no way Tadashi was that big before, right?'
"Don't be shy. There's more to see." The demon he summoned purred out. Eventually, Hiro turned his head back to further inspect Tadashi's new form just avoiding that area, which was kinda difficult considering Tadashi's hips were almost Hiro's shoulder height.
A fluid motion caught Hiro's attention behind Tadashi and he saw that it was a long swishing red tail ending in black with a dull point. Hiro then saw that the nails on Tadashi's toes were now black and more claw-like as well.
"Well, what do you think? Some of my best work if I do say so myself." The demon remarked a bit smugly.
"He's-" Just as Hiro was about to share his thoughts Tadashi seemingly jolted to life and looked around in a disoriented manner. He made eye contact with the being that was closest to his eye level first.
"Wha-" Tadashi tried to get out but when he heard how different and muffled his voice was he freaked out and reached for his face. He instantly felt the hard lines of the Oni mask covering his mouth and began trying to pull it off.
"Calm down. It's just a battle mask. All demons have one. Relax and it will come off," The taller demon, that Tadashi somehow knew to be his maker, spoke as it began circling Tadashi to get a good look at its creation. "You can summon it at will. You'll figure it out."
Tadashi took a few calming breaths and the mask slipped off with ease. Tadashi let it fall and he followed the motion, but the mask dissipated before it hit the floor. Tadashi then looked over himself to take in his new features. He was a little freaked out, but, in a way, it felt... natural.
Tadashi then noticed the figure in front of him and looked up to see that it was Hiro. His Hiro. He's not sure why, but when he made direct eye contact he got this intense feeling as though he had found something he was missing.
The feeling was so strong that he felt tears welling up and soon spilling over. Hiro suddenly looked very concerned and it was like he could feel that concern himself.
"Don't be alarmed. A demon's tears are normally either red like blood or black like tar depending on the reason." The shadow-like demon brought the back of its claw up and swiped at Tadashi's cheek and pulled back to show Tadashi the reason for Hiro's alarm. What he saw was, in fact, a red, almost blood-like, liquid.
"I-Is this real?" Tadashi asked reaching out for Hiro to cup the side of Hiro's face gently with his new clawed hand. Hiro leaned into the contact and latched his hands onto Tadashi's wrist and forearm when the contact didn't burn him like Hiro thought it would.
"I was just about the ask the same thing." Hiro closed his eyes and nuzzled into Tadashi's palm. Tadashi felt a sense of peace wash over him and moved to fully embrace Hiro as the blissful sensations coursed through his being.
"Your emotions and intense thoughts will be connected to each other now. It's apart of the pact. Boy, you are now responsible for his well being. Keep in mind that he can only receive energy from you and so if you refuse or forget to feed him he will die. Though I doubt it will get to that point between the two of you. If there's ever a time you feel he needs discipline just apply pressure to the seal with thoughts of harm. The same can be said of the opposite. I'll be off now." The lanky demon slowly walked back to the summoning circle with a smirk.
The brothers were too busy embracing each other to worry about the retreating demon who left as quietly as it came.
"Hiro Hamada, what was all that noise and shaking!" Aunt Cass's voice called from the other side of the locked door.
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Okay okay so. The ultimate surgeons name is Auxilium, and he was originally just a despair Yasuke. But now hes evolved into a whole other character, and its great. Hes a feral lad that grew up isolated from people, so now hes a bit odd. Well meaning, but odd. Odd enough that he decides to create life! As one does. (Prt 1) -🍀
So he gets his ethically sourced body parts, and makes Izuru! He has to teach him everything, but thankfully Izuru is a quick learner! He gets to know Yasuke first as Auxilium works with him a lot, and trusts him not to blab about his new friend. Izuru adores Yasuke, which means hes often stuck babysitting him. He meets Hajime through this, as Yasuke and Hajime. Ahem. "Hang out" a lot. (Prt 2)-🍀
Izuru likes Hajime, hes very fun to mess with. Then, Izuru meets Ko! Izuru wanders out of his backroom, and into Yasukes lab where Ko was having an appointment! Izuru is fascinated by his hair, and Ko was just awestruck at handsome human petting him. Silly things insue, and they all have a lovely time! Izuru starts attending class and has shenanigans with the gang, its great! I hope to write drabbles for this one day. -🍀
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!!! OH 🍀I ADORE THIS...
really loving how you implement all of the character interactions here!!! not to absolutely prattle in an ask response like the clown i am, but i think one of the most valuable things about having a fic centric on multiple relationships is exploring how everyone interacts with each other, if that makes sense? i think all of the interactions are super distinctive which i adore!
also need to deeply appreciate izuru being fascinated with ko’s hair, i think that’s ADORABLE i love that!!! they get to go to classes together and clown... really appreciate izuru messing with hajime that's vital
this is SUCH a lovely au!!! not to make demands but if you ever do write something for this, please hit me up with a link i would love to read this!!!
#ask#i hope you all know how genuinely excited i get#when people tell me their AU concepts#like i am BUZZING rn#anyway!!! this is WONDERFUL#am always interested in these four interacted#love the potential fluffiness and humor here
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Clama ad Auxilium (Uncharted)
Nathan had spent a solid six months with Rafé. Scotland was a change from Panama, the cold often settling into his bones as he threw himself to research. Of course, Rafé had enjoyed the progress they made, none too slighted when he woke one morning to find Nathan gone. If he was honest it didn’t matter, Nathan had left his work, and as such was compensated with a small bonus.
Said bonus was quickly drained, bars across Scotland and Ireland getting a generous piece. Sully had used said purchases to find Nathan, the man sitting in the street and letting the rain soak him to the bone. Sully just shook his head as he hoisted Nathan to his feet, the younger man leaning heavily against his mentor.
I failed him...I killed my brother
It takes them a month to come up with a code, a plan to prevent Nathan from falling too far. It would be hard, it was hard, but eventually, Nathan was able to bury it deep down. Sam, Cassandra, Avery were locked deep in his mind, Nathan pushing forward to live the life he needed to. The nightmares, they never stopped. Yet, Sully would sit on the edge of the bed and rest a hand on Nathan’s shoulder, Elena would hug Nathan close to her, both acting without words.
Nathan was so very grateful, starting to use their support to finally begin the hard work.
It’s been just over a year since Sam Drake had returned to the world, and to his brother. He had stayed with Nathan and Elena, but the itch to explore and to make his mark had Sam drifting in and out of their lives. He and Sully were currently asleep in the back of Sully’s plane, having stayed up to celebrate a job well done. The Drake was stretched out on his cot, one leg dangling over the side, his head lolled to the side as the gentle shake of the waves moved his cot back and forth. Whenever Sam was truly tired, he was out like a light and almost unable to be woken until he decided it was time to wake up. It was almost amazing, although Sully suspected his freedom and ability to control things were a big cause. The older man was relaxed in his own cot, propped up slightly as he read over a contract. Consider it superstition, but Sully didn’t usually sleep after a successful job. No, he was settling accounts and lining up a future job, while whoever his particular partner was would be sleeping it off or celebrating elsewhere. His phone buzzed with a text, the name Nathan flashing on top of the screen before fading. Sully smiled at the name, but that quickly faded when he saw the text was just one word.
Chintamani
Far be it from Nathan to chose that for his cry for help, but Sully just rolled out of bed. Grabbing one of his boots, he lobbed it expertly behind him so it hit Sam square in the face. It seemed to have worked, Sam cursing as he groggily sat up.
“The fuck man? I’m tryin’ ta sleep.” Sam hissed, brushing the boot onto the floor, only for it to be snatched up and placed on Sully’s foot.
“We need to roll kid, it’s your brother.” It never ceased to amaze Sully at how the mention of Nathan would always make Sam react, the elder all but jumping onto his feet.
“Nathan? What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know, but we need to get moving.” Sam nodded and threw his shoes on before rolling up his and Sully’s cot. A few minutes and pissed off locals later Sam and Sully were off to Malaysia. For a while they were both silent, watching as they crossed over mile and miles of land and sea.
“How did ya know Nate’s in trouble?” Damn, Sam was calling him Nate, Sully didn’t have the patience for two breakdowns.
“The kid and I came up with a plan a long time ago.” Sully grappled with telling the Drake why and figured it was now or never. “After you...ya know, Nathan tried to get himself killed. He and that little shit Adler had been working for months, and Nate eventually called it quits. Tried to drink himself into a damn stupor before I got to him. It took a lot to get through that thick skull you both seem to share, but I told him that if he ever needed me, to send me a phrase.”
“One you just got I assume.” Sully nodded, and Sam sighed. They remained in silence until they came across Nathan’s current home, boathouse rocking in the early morning waves as they landed nearby. It was a short taxi ride, the two knew something was off when they stepped out and paid the cabbie. Nathan was perched on a railing overlooking the water, shivering in the slight wind as he only wore a simple tank top and some sweats. Nathan’s phone was clutched in his hand, screen dim as the two older men moved as one towards Nathan. Sam didn’t get too far, Elena coming from seemingly nowhere to hold him back.
“Let Sully.” She sounded so exhausted, fuck, and Sam stepped back to watch after offering his hand to Elena. Envy burned in his heart as the elder Drake watched as Sully leans against the railing, his younger brother leaning against him without a word.
Sully’s son.
As much as Sam had once hated to admit, Sully was undeniably Sully’s son. When they were younger, Sam often kept Sully at a distance, not wanting some random asshole to get close. Nathan didn’t deserve to be abandoned again, not if Sam had any say in the matter. Yet, watching the way Nathan leaned against Sully as if using the man to keep away unseen demons...Sam found himself grateful. Grateful that Nathan had someone he trusted so much, grateful that Sully had given his brother the support he deserved and needed. Giving Elena a small squeeze, he let her hand go and wandered down the docks a ways, lighter clinking before lighting the cigarette in his mouth. Coming to a stop before a set of benches, Sam leaned against the railing and exhaled. The elder watched the smoke curl and twist up until it faded from view. It revealed a pinking sky, the dawn of a new day that, for the moment, was uncertain to most of the Drake family. Chloe had nicknamed them all the treasure family, the name has a lovely ring to it that Sam enjoyed. Like hell, he was telling anyone of course, but the thought alone of being included in a family was...nice. Two sticks were used up before Sam could hear someone slowly walking over towards him. Mumbling, a habit the two brothers had both had for as long as he could remember, was heard above the gentle lapping of water for a few moments before it trailed off into silence. Keeping his gaze forward, Sam lit another stick as Nathan stood behind him, the two just watching as the water became alive with small boats going to and fro. Sam was roused from his observation when he felt, ever so slowly, Nathan lay his head on Sam’s shoulder, tense body resting against his just like it had used to long ago.
“....” Nathan couldn’t seem to force the words from his mouth, just watching as Sam stubbed his cigarette out and let out a soft sigh. Flexing his hand, Sam placed the back of his hand down on the railing, his palm up and visible to Nathan. Nestled among scars and callouses, there was a small tattoo seemingly cradled in the heart of his palm. Sic Par was visible, the rest obscured by the way the ring twisted in the tattoo, but the brothers knew its phrase by heart.
Greatness from small beginnings
“Took me six months to bribe for a legit artist.” It had cost him quite a few favors and what little money he had scrounged up, but it had been vital. It reminded him of Nathan, that his brother was out there and waiting, even if he didn’t know it yet. Now, it helped Sam become grounded in some way, and was a small reminder of his promise to start cutting back on smoking.
“It did?” Nathan sounded so weak, Sam’s stomach lurching as he nodded, watching as Nathan reached forward to touch the faded ink. The ring had been so special to the both of them, and while it was now gone, its bond remained with the brothers’ Drake. For some time Nathan just touched the mark, eventually settling his hand on top of Sam’s.
“Can you come back...and stay with us? Just for a little while?” Had Sam not had his entire focus on Nathan, the question would have been lost with the tide. Sam squeezed Nathan’s hand gently, using his free arm to draw Nathan into a small hug.
“Course, long as the couch is comfy.”
“Nah, your room is ready.” A breathless chuckle, a good sign. “Is that a cut?” Shit, Sam had forgotten about the neatly bandaged cut along his forearm, the elder nodding.
“Yea, just from Sully’s friggin’ plane.” Sam smiled, giving Nathan a small squeeze. “Can I ask you somethin’?”
“Of course.”
“What made you choose Chintamani?” Nathan froze up at the word, Sam internally cursing himself out in case he had pulled Nathan back instead of forward.
“It’s where Elena got hurt...and it was the first treasure that had made me think of you.” Avery hadn’t been Sam’s only want and desire. The two brothers had planned on finding several treasures together, to become prominent figures on recovering the past.
“I’m surprised you remembered...why don’t you tell me about it again?” Good, a nod and a glint in Nathan’s eye confirmed to Sam they were on stable ground once again. The bay became busy as Nathan and Sam talked late into the morning, the two eventually sitting down on one bench. Elena and Sully eventually joined them, Elena curling up to Nathan’s side as she watched the brothers get invested in trying to figure out how the stone from long ago came to be. Sully just settled down beside Sam, idly smoking as he listened to the familiar chatter. If some contracts were turned down that night, as Sully and Sam joined the two for dinner, he said nothing.
For now, it was about high time they took a break.
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