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goombaenemy · 8 months ago
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shellymarshhugecock said thiey still want to role play
sorry shellymarshhugecock i love you
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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.
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tacitusauxilium · 11 months ago
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【ME & 𝗣𝗘𝗢𝗣𝗟𝗘 𝗜'𝗗 𝗟𝗜𝗞𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗚𝗘𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗕𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥】
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- 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
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brainpal-gachapon · 9 months ago
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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
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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.
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saraanseo · 3 months ago
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hangofwednesday · 1 year ago
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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
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r4gg3dy4ndy · 2 years ago
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amo tu toto code (I love you with all my heart)
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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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morningstarscratch · 5 months ago
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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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jesperr-fahey · 5 years ago
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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!!
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paperpennies · 3 years ago
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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: 
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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. 
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chris-evans-indian-fanfic · 5 years ago
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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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Chapter 1
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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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deputy-videogamer · 5 years ago
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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.
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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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problemchildnoonewanted · 5 years ago
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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.
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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.
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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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violexides · 4 years ago
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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!!!
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enigmatist17 · 5 years ago
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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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saiilorstars · 5 years ago
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The Beginning of Everything
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Female OC x 10th Doctor
(OC Face claim: Marjorie de Sousa)
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Ch. 13: The Secrets that Lie Within
Chapter Summary: After Jenny's death, Renata and the Doctor struggle to move on. The TARDIS, however, finds a way to bring them a bit closer with a surprise room just for Renata. Plus, Donna even gets a taste of the shifting mood thanks to the good old box!
(P.S This chapter serves as a prequel to the next chapter that introduces the second, permanent companion to the story, Gabby Gonzalez!)
Plus, we got a few secrets in this chapter! Enjoy!
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Zuriah fidgeted while more guests entered the room she was meant to be playing host in. This was her foundation's first public event and she was more than nervous. She'd worked so hard to make sure everything looked good for this night, especially since it was basically the first event that would pave the way for investors in the future. Everything needed to go perfectly. Her graduation from the Academy was just around the corner as well, so it was a make it or break type of night.
"Keep your feet still," the Doctor startled her from behind. She squeaked - and immediately blushed for it - and turned around. "You look so nervous when it's meant to be a fun night!"
Zuriah fixed herself as more guests filled the room. "I am nervous because this is the night where everyone really learns about my foundation. I need everything to go perfectly so I should probably go check again-"
"Calm down, Zuriah. You being so nervous will help no one," the Doctor reached for her arm, comforting her. "Besides, you're not alone. I'm here and so is your family, right?"
Zuriah smiled softly at him. She didn't want to admit how much his mere touch gave her comfort, peace even. "Well, I guess-"
"Doctor?" both Zuriah and the Doctor looked back at the entrance doors to see a tall brunette coming towards them. The brunette was smiling kindly at the two, even more so when she saw Zuriah. "Good evening, you must be the leader of this foundation I've heard so much about."
Zuriah, though confused, smiled back at the woman. "Uh, yes. I'm Zuriah. Welcome to the Auxilium foundation."
The brunette woman nodded. "Asgari. This is a lovely foundation, as far as I've heard."
"Have you…?" Zuriah followed Asgari's gaze up to the Doctor's. "I'm sorry, do you two know each other?" she could see the Doctor was now fidgeting which, for him, was very unusual.
"We're betrothed," Asgari answered, chuckling since she thought it was the reason for his nervousness.
"Huh!?" Zuriah's eyes widened. "B-betrothed?" her eyes landed on the Doctor who could no longer meet her gaze. Yes, she knew the Doctor was getting ready to marry but she never thought she would actually have to meet the woman! Meeting the woman...made it real.
"It's been like this for a month now," Asgari chuckled again. She reached for the Doctor's arm and gently brought him to her side. "He's always nervous about telling people."
Zuriah felt her hearts constrict as she stared at them both. "Con...congratulations," she forced herself to say.
The Doctor finally met her gaze then. Like her, it seemed he was struggling. "Thank you."
The more she stared at him and Asgari, the more it felt like the room was shrinking in on her. "I-I, um, thank you for coming."
"Well, the Doctor has told my family all about this place. I think it's wonderful what you're doing here," Asgari said, but half of what she was saying wasn't registering in Zuriah's head.
All Zuriah could think of was the Doctor was betrothed.
The Doctor was betrothed.
Renata's eyes blinked open and met the darkness of her bedroom. She sat up on her bed and rubbed her face. Sensing she wouldn't be falling asleep anymore, the TARDIS went ahead and lit her room.
"Thanks," Renata said in a low whisper, but the box still heard and hummed in return.
She remained in her spot for a good five minutes before thinking about getting up. It'd been days since the Jenny incident and since then the Doctor hadn't even mentioned landing the TARDIS somewhere. Dinners had been postponed as well, and though the Doctor wouldn't say it to Renata for fear of hurting her more, he missed it. He missed the routine of having them sit together and talk about anything they wanted. He missed her.
There was just endless silence in the TARDIS now and none of the trio knew how to make it stop.
Renata eventually got herself out of bed and went for her closet. She needed to shower, whether or not she would be leaving her bedroom that day. She pulled out a long sleeved, green buttoned-up blouse and dark jeans. She was blow-drying her hair when she heard a knock at her door. When she answered it, she found the Doctor on the other side.
"Hi," the man seemed just as lost as she was.
"Hi," she greeted quietly.
"I need you to see something," the Doctor said, getting straight to the point seemed like the only way to go now.
"What?" Renata blinked. Her eyes darted to the side as if she would find whatever he wanted to show her right there.
"I just...I just found it and I think you ought to see it," the Doctor brought a hand to rub the back of his neck. "Especially since I'm pretty sure she made it for you."
"What?" Renata felt like that was her favorite word right now. A lot of the things she heard lately were warped because she wasn't in-tune with the rest of the world.
"C'mon," the Doctor gently pulled her out into the hallway. Renata, in her confusion, allowed him to take her down the hallway until they reached a door she hadn't yet seen since she'd gotten on-board (or since she was kidnapped).
"What is that?" she stared at the red door.
"Uh, well...I think it's best if you see for yourself," the Doctor gave a light shrug of his shoulders. Renata didn't know what was going on, but so far she was admittedly intrigued by the mysterious red door. She reached for the door knob and, after glancing at the Doctor for reassurance, she turned it and opened it up.
She was hit with a ray of warmth and slightly blinded by an orange and yellow glow. As she walked further in, the glow faded and once she lowered her arm from her eyes she was face to face with…
"Gallifrey?" she breathed in.
The TARDIS had re-constructed a room to look just like their old home.
Renata looked down at the mushy red grass under her feet, making her want to take off her shoes just to truly feel it. She saw the Doctor's feet coming up to stand beside her and when she looked up (still stunned, mind you) he was staring up ahead, looking more or less used to the idea now.
"I found it earlier," he said as if he'd been reading her thoughts. Even now, Renata had her mind sealed off. There would be no telepathic communication anytime soon.
Renata was still speechless. Her wide eyes looked ahead and saw the same two suns in the orange sky, along with the beautiful stars twinkling away. Dawn was coming, so it seemed, and so the silver leaves on the trees radiated like a fire was starting. The pair stood on a hill-like structure and looked down at the lake.
"She did this?" Renata whispered. "The TARDIS did this for me?"
Before the Doctor could respond, the TARDIS answered with one of her hums. Her driver smiled. "Guess that answers that."
Renata flipped her head in his direction, her blonde hair bouncing to one of her shoulders. "Why would she do that?"
"Because she loves you?" the Doctor said as if this should've been obvious.
Renata, however, was shocked to hear this. Her brown eyes widened till it looked like they would pop from her head. Her mouth opened but it took a while for actual words to come out. "I'm...I can't believe she would do this." She felt ridiculous but there were actual tears in her eyes. "Thank you." She started sitting down and laughed as even the grass felt real, like home. She pulled her legs up, knees to her chest, and gazed ahead.
The Doctor felt like she was finally getting some well needed peace. He turned to leave, intending on letting her soak it all in for however long she needed to, but she softly called out to him.
"You can stay."
He was, of course, reluctant to believe he'd heard right. He looked back down at her but she was smiling and gesturing him to sit down beside her. With his own smile, he turned around and returned to the spot next to her.
"Do you ever think about home?" she asked after a few minutes of silent staring.
"More than you would believe," the Doctor answered and side-glanced her. He didn't know where she stood with his decision to end the war on his own terms; he never had the courage to ask her everything they'd been through. "And you?"
"Definitely a lot more than I should," Renata gave a small nod of her head. "You know where my thoughts lay on this matter. I want it back...I'd love for all this to be real. See my friends again. My family."
"Your husband?"
Renata looked down for a moment. It pained her that she could not say 'yes' as quick as a widow would, as a widow should. "Would you like to see your wife again?" she found herself asking instead.
"Hmm, that'd be nice," the Doctor briefly smiled to himself. "We, uh, didn't have the best relationship, especially towards the end, but...if I did see her again, the very first thing I would do is profusely apologize to her."
"What for?" Renata stupidly asked. As soon as she did, she regretted it because of course he would want to apologize to his wife for running out on her to travel. "I'm sorry," she said afterwards.
But the Doctor knew she would never ask something like that to be mean. "It's alright. Asgari, that was her name she...she was a lovely woman. Our marriage was planned, like customary, and even though I made a promise to her, and myself, that I would make her happy...I failed her."
Renata felt like her stomach would churn if she kept this conversation going, but she couldn't force herself to stop. It was like a force driving her to keep asking questions like these. "Why would you say all that, Doctor? You didn't like her?"
"I didn't love her," the Doctor blurted and though he seemed regretful about it for a minute, he looked at who he was talking to and smiled. It wasn't like she would tell anyone. "I've never said that out loud…" his realization was shocking and yet...somewhere in Renata's hearts there was a brief flutter. "Centuries of keeping that secret and now...I can say it out loud. I didn't love my wife. I mean, I loved her in a sense that I wanted her to be safe and happy, but...not as in...I loved her." He took in a deep breath and looked at the Time Lady beside him, who was still wide-eyed. "Sorry."
"No, don't be. Sometimes letting it out is good, especially when they're all dead," Renata sighed. She lowered her legs and crossed them then put her hands over them, though her fingers seemed to fiddle with each other as she thought about her next words. "Can I tell you something?"
"Anything," the Doctor watched her carefully, sensing she was about to say a secret of her own. If he was right, she'd never been given that kind of chance due to her high class position.
"My husband...Elek...he was incredibly sweet. He was polite, funny...and he loved me. Our marriage was arranged for the benefit of our families. He loved me, despite all the arrangements around us, and I grew to love him too...I was even going to have his baby, but...I didn't...love him like a proper wife should."
"Really?" the Doctor's doubt was etched across his face. "But you're the pinnacle of what a wife should be. You're basically what the High Council wanted everyone else to be. A classy Time Lady."
"Well I'm not," Renata said in almost snap. It looked like she was tired of the perception people had of her...and with good reason. "I make mistakes, I made mistakes. I loved my husband but not the way he deserved. I kept secrets from him, from my family, from the world. I pretended to be what I was told be...but the truth is I was the worst. Good people don't keep secrets."
"Now wait a minute," the Doctor shifted so that he could face her. "Sometimes people keep secrets because they just don't want to share it with people. And that's okay. You have no obligation to. Take a look at me. I'm the hoarder of secrets."
"Really?" Renata scoffed. "Besides the fact you ended the war, what else could you possibly have for a secret?"
The Doctor knew she was putting herself as the worst woman in the world - an exaggeration only Renata would make - and thought she deserved to know that there were people worse than her. People who liked to think they were helpers. "The reason I didn't love my wife was because I loved another woman."
Renata was stunned and yet, the Doctor didn't look like he regretted his words. In fact, it seemed like he was finally...free. Liberated from his century-old secret.
"We were young back then - she was in her last year at the Academy when I met her. She was…" the Doctor paused as he tried to come up with the perfect word to describe the young Time Lady, "...bloody special." That didn't even come close to describing her. Even now, centuries after it all happened, the Doctor couldn't find the right words for her.
Renata swallowed hard, almost pushing a lump down her throat. "I, um…"
"She was the head of the Auxilium Foundation. She created it all on her own, actually," the Doctor said proudly. "She was young but she was determined. She was the opposite of me, you see. I was just sent to her to do community hours for a misdemeanor and while I was meant to be just working with her...I fell in love with her. I shouldn't have but...it was impossible not to. She was kind, proper, and do you know what?" a big smile came to his face the more he thought about her, "I irritated the hell out of her, made her face go red like her ginger hair at least three times a day. But I knew, I always knew...that I loved her."
Renata felt like her body was shaking. She was chewing on the inside of her cheek to keep tears from forming in her eyes.
The Doctor continued to smile, though now more softly. Zuriah was not a guilty memory for him. If anything, it was a beautiful memory with a tragic ending. And now she wasn't just a memory, she was something he could talk about with someone, making her real. "She has been my secret for over 900 years. And she doesn't make me a bad person. She actually made me better. So don't you think for one moment, Renata, that you are a terrible person for having your own secrets."
Renata sniffed and looked away to the sunlit scenery in front of them.
"Oh, Renée, you don't have to cry," the Doctor gently reached for the woman to hug her. As he wrapped his arms around her, she let her tears spill from her eyes. "It's our secrets now. And you can talk about 'em with me all you want."
Renata screwed her eyes shut for a good while. Yeah, she'd continue to feel like a terrible person.
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Donna was not a nosy person, least she tried not to be. But right now, when she lived inside an alien box with two aliens...who didn't exactly eat as much as she did...she needed to be nosy and go through the kitchen cupboards like mad. She didn't ask for much. She wasn't posh or anything. A simple cereal box would do but she couldn't find one.
"What are you doing?"
"Ah!" Donna nearly fell back from the counter she'd climbed onto. She threw Renata a glare for her imprudence. "Oi! If I fall I break a bone, you know?"
"Sorry," Renata sheepishly apologized and came into the kitchen. Her eyes immediately settled on the mess of cups and plates, along with the cookie boxes and other debris typically stored in the cupboards. Well, she said debris and the Doctor said 'important stuff'. "Why'd you make a mess?"
"Because I'm starving! Don't you two eat regular food?" Donna started climbing down from the counter.
"Sorry, um...I don't really make breakfast in here. Doctor usually just grabs something or doesn't eat at all."
"Well, I'm a human! I like food on a regular basis!"
Renata smiled lightly. "Sorry, Donna. I'll start leaving some things inside for breakfast." She walked over to the counter and started gathering the cups and plate Donna had taken out.
Donna watched the blonde organize all the cups by height and then the plates by sizes. "Wow," she folded her arms. "You really are nothing like the Doctor, you know."
Renata smiled to herself. Story of her lives. "I think that's a good thing because if we were both the same - like him - the world would not be able to handle us."
Donna laughed. That sounded about right. "So...how'd you two ever fit with each other in here?"
"Did you miss the part where he stole me?" Renata's reminder, a sharpened but sarcastic one, made Donna chuckle. "He kidnapped me."
"Oh, right. That's still funny to me."
"Oh yeah. Ha, ha," Renata rolled her eyes and picked up a stack of plates to take to the right cupboard. "It was hilarious. I'm still laughing."
"But how could you be upset?" Donna couldn't finish understanding that bit. "I turned the Doctor away and the very next day I couldn't stand myself for doing it."
"Traveling was just not one of my things," Renata gave a light shrug of her shoulders. "Never has been."
"So then how come you're still here?"
Renata paused just as she was about to put the plates inside the cupboard. Donna made a good point. What was keeping her here? You know the answer all too well. But that wasn't the only reason. "Because the Doctor is the only other person of my kind. He's the only one who can understand me." Literally. "Our home is gone but it lives on with us, the two of us. If I leave...it'd feel like I'm losing my home all over again."
"But then why do you keep throwing that kidnapping thing in his face?"
Renata finished putting the plates inside and huffed when she closed the cupboard door. "Because he quite literally threw me over his shoulder like I was some kid! Some people don't like that, Donna. Plus, kidnapping is just rude."
Donna's lips stretched into what threatened to become a laugh. "Yeah, that's fair."
Renata's expression looked like she was asking Donna how long it took her to realize that. Still, the blonde moved to the last cupboard and opened up its double doors. "Oh," her face fell for some reason.
"What?" Donna turned in that direction and peered closer to see an empty cupboard.
"I had some snacks in here but I guess we must have finished them. No matter," she closed the doors and turned around with a big smile on her face. "We can go out. You want to go out?" Donna blinked. She almost looked around to make sure Renata was talking to her and not someone else in the room. Renata could assume what the ginger was thinking of and laughed. "I meant you, Donna."
"Oh…" Donna set her hands on her hips, not about to feel embarrassed. "It's just I've been here for a few months and you've never actually spoken to me this much...much less invited me out."
"I haven't, have I?" Renata bit her lower lip, clearly feeling guilty. "Sorry. I'm, um...I'm not that good making friends," she admitted. "It's a skill I never really mastered in this regeneration. I guess it just comes with the fact that I hid for a good part of this life."
"Come again?" Donna blinked, confused since she knew next to nothing about Renata.
"Sorry, guess I never told you about that either," Renata scratched the top of her head. "Well...would you like to have some breakfast? I know of this one place in New York. Lovely family-owned restaurant."
"Seriously?" Donna eyed the blonde as if she would rescind the invitation in the next moment.
"Yeah," Renata nodded her head, fairly certain about it. Maybe it was time to stop being so secluded. If this was the life she was choosing to live - inside the TARDIS with the Doctor - then she had to start doing some changes. She could start by actually talking to Donna, even if it was just for a bit.
"I guess so...should we get the Doctor?"
"Let's let him be," Renata took the lead in heading out. "He wanted to get some work done on whatever new contraption he was building."
"Don't sound too convinced it's going to work," Donna remarked as they got into the hallway.
Renata looked over her shoulder with what Donna would say was a knowing smile. "Because it probably won't."
If Donna didn't know any better, she would say that Renata knew more about the Doctor than she led on.
~0~
New York City, 2009.
Renata seemed to know her way down the city streets as she led Donna down a bustling neighborhood. It seemed like a Latin community, Donna judged by the many places that had Spanish names.
"Don't you think the Doctor will notice we're gone?" she asked Renata after a while of just walking. "Not to mention the fact you've moved his TARDIS?"
Renata just shrugged. She didn't look very concerned. "Don't think so. I'm telling you when he starts making contraptions he's gone for ages."
"How would you know, though?" Donna's question made Renata pause at an intersection.
Quickly though, Renata shrugged again in her best casualness. "Just what I deduced since I met him."
Still, Donna was looking a bit doubtful.
Renata made a turn to the right and walked a few buildings down before stopping in front of a local restaurant. The Castillo Mexicano was the name of the place. It didn't really stand out except for its bright green sign and curtains. Still, it smelled kind of good.
"You'll love the food here," Renata promised Donna as she pulled the glass door open for them.
"I didn't take you to like Mexican food," Donna mused. She looked around the spacious restaurant and smiled at its comfy atmosphere it gave.
Renata took her towards an empty booth by the glass window and slid down one side. "I tried it and I liked it. That's what happens when we taste new things."
"Oi, I'm not a child," Donna rolled her eyes.
"Just in case you were having any doubts. I came across this place when they were first setting it up," Renata picked up one of the menus, even her smile looking nostalgic. "Their food was homemade and...it was full of family traditions."
Donna picked up her own menu but even as she studied it, most of her attention was on Renata. "Yeah...the whole family and home thing seem to be your theme."
Renata playfully rolled her eyes. "Family is all we have, Donna. Be thankful you still have yours, as well as your home." Donna put her menu down and watched Renata for a good minute, probably even more time had Renata not caught her. "What? Is there something on my face?"
"You're just...odd." Donna hated how simplistic she'd sounded when that hadn't been what she wanted to say. "I meant to say...you don't make sense. You and the Doctor...you never talk about where you're from or who you really are. It just makes you look odd in my eyes."
"Donna, I'm not going to share my life story with you when I barely know you," Renata pointed out what she thought was a good point. How could she share her secrets with someone she didn't really know?
"Well who's fault is that?" Donna wasn't afraid to retort. "I'm always here. I like you. I like to think we're friends but... sometimes it looks like you can't trust me."
"It's not that... it's more like…" Renata sighed. "Things about me...are things that the Doctor can't know about. Don't ask me why because the answer is he just can't. And then other things... they're mine, you know? My life is one that-that you couldn't possibly understand."
One of Donna's eyebrows rose, her expression then turning into what one could describe as offence. "What do I look like to you? An idiot?"
"No, Donna. Of course not-"
"-then stop acting as if I was one." Donna's tone was harsh but not misplaced. Renata could understand her frustration and she wouldn't fight Donna on it.
In some parts, Renata liked Donna for it. Not anyone would be as snappy as Donna was, but Donna never snapped to be rude. She did it when someone wasn't listening to her, when someone needed a good snap back to reality. That was definitely a quality needed if you were going to travel with the Doctor.
"Alright blondie," Donna leaned forward on the table, ignoring Renata's startled look due to her sudden nickname, "Tell me something outrageously confusing about you that I'm not supposed to understand."
"Donna, I can't-"
"-you're the one who said I couldn't possibly understand, so c'mon." Donna made a gesture for Renata to spill. "Tell me something."
Renata couldn't deny there was an urge inside her pushing her to say something secretive about her, something that could perhaps quench the loneliness she felt from losing Martha, the only person who really got to know her. Her lower lip became like gum in that moment. "...like what?"
"I don't know, take your pick. Anything you want."
Renata did think of one thing but she never thought about admitting it to anyone. Even confessing that to Martha had been an accident and she practically begged the woman not to tell the Doctor. "And you won't say anything to the Doctor?"
Donna groaned exasperatedly. "No! Of course not! This isn't high school!"
"What's high school?"
Donna face-palmed herself. "Just talk bloody woman!"
Renata's shoulders seemed to slump forwards as she gathered courage to speak. "Well...this is something that truly makes me ashamed." Apart from other things, anyways.
"What is it?"
"You know that the Doctor and I - we change our faces when we're going to die, right?"
"Yeah. Kinda weird but then again you are aliens, so…"
"And you know about that war, right? The one that basically ended our home planet?"
"Also yes."
Renata released a heavy breath. "This-" she made a gesture at herself, "-is my 10th regeneration so I have 2 more and then...I'm done. But...during the end of my last body, during our war...the High Council offered me a deal. This deal, if I took it, would grant me a whole new cycle of regenerations."
Now this piqued Donna's interest. Even as Renata explained, using the briefest words, Donna knew that this deal had a whole lot more to it than what she was being told. "What'd you have to do to get it?" she finally asked.
"I had to persuade someone not to do something catastrophic," Renata wasn't sure if the Doctor had told Donna everything about the Time War and she was most certainly not going to tell Donna herself. That was up to the Doctor.
"How come they went to you for that deal? Why not someone of their own fancy council?"
"Because...my sister...was part of that Council." Even as Renata told the story, she still felt that raw anger towards her sister for bringing up the horrible idea that she go and talk the Doctor out of using the Moment. It made Renata feel like a tool for the Council. She loved her sister, she really did, but that was one of two things she would never forgive her sister for. "My sister thought that if anyone could do this task, it'd be me."
"...and did you do it?"
"No," Renata shook her head. "But I did get the new cycle."
Donna paused and looked at Renata for her words. That didn't make sense, but the more Donna stared the more shifty Renata got...until Donna realized what that meant. "Oh my God! You double-crossed them!"
Renata let her head hang in shame, admitting that she had indeed. "I was so mad with them...with my sister...so I did it. I lied and said I'd take their deal, but I made them give me the cycle first by telling them I was embarking on a treacherous journey...and then once I had the new cycle...I ran. I scammed them…"
"Oh my goodness, Renata!" Donna started to laugh. "I didn't know you could pull something like that!"
"Please don't tell the Doctor. He doesn't know about that," Renata pleaded. Her face was red from embarrassment and shame. "It was such an awful thing to do…"
"Oh, they had it coming," Donna sobered slowly and noticed Renata's outright terrified expression, probably out of fear that her secret would be told. "Oh c'mon, Ren. I'm not saying anything. I told you I wouldn't."
"Thank you," Renata said quietly. "I'll regret that for the rest of my lives but…" her face scrunched the more she thought about those moments. Her hand balled on the table. "I was just so mad. I'd lost so many things already - my husband, my own baby, a good part of my family - and then my sister comes up with this idea to save their own skin? I was furious."
"Hey, anyone in your place would've done the same," Donna said, deciding not to even touch the fact Renata confessed to having a baby. It already seemed like a raw topic.
"I don't know," Renata shook her head. "My husband, he was always so kind...he would've been ashamed of me. And the Doctor? He says I'm a good person who doesn't run out on anyone who needs help…" a light, humorless laugh slipped through her lips, "If only he knew who he was travelling with."
Literally.
"Call me crazy, but I don't think the Doctor would judge you. He doesn't tell me a lot about your home but I gather he wasn't very fond of that Council. He might have a good laugh, actually."
Renata severely doubted that. "So, there you go. There's one of my secrets."
"And do you feel better?" Donna's knowing smile made Renata roll her eyes.
"I don't know," she admitted. "I don't...I don't really know how this whole friendship thing goes. With Martha it was just different cos we were stuck together for a whole year and...well...she stuck her nose into my journal."
"Yeah, I won't be reading any diaries," Donna made a face, actually getting Renata to chuckle. "But being friends isn't that hard. You just have to trust me. And you can start trusting me by filling me in on things from time to time."
"I guess I can do that," Renata shrugged and looked at the counter. She noticed the family owners were bickering - or probably arguing - amongst each other. She wondered what it was about.
"So then, let's try some of that breakfast thing and we can keep talking. You can hear all about my terrible relationship in year 11. It was so awful."
Renata smiled softly at the ginger. There was a comfortable feeling she was beginning to get.
"Good morning," a young waitress stopped by to take their order. "What can I get you?"
"I'll take the chilaquiles with a vanilla milkshake," Renata ordered without even looking at the menu.
"That's a nice combination," the waitress chuckled as she jotted the order down. "And for you, miss?" she looked at Donna.
"Oh, um…" Donna skimmed the menu and ordered the first thing she saw, which was the huevos rancheros.
Afterwards, it became easier to talk amongst each other. Renata wondered if it really was this easy to make friends. Maybe Martha had it right. Still, Renata was cautious of how much she told Donna about her previous lives. She had to keep anything out that would give Donna clues of who she was to the Doctor before.
And she even got to learn more about Donna and the human lives in general. When Renata used to live amongst them, in hiding, she never really got to learn about them. She was always more focused on staying hidden, staying low. Even with Martha, Renata hadn't been the least concerned with learning more about humans while she was fighting against the Master.
It was kind of nice.
Too bad 'nice' didn't tend to last very long for her.
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