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thefanficmonster · 4 years ago

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Hidden Powers

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Abuse allegations, Swearing, Mild melancholy

Genre: Humor, SLIGHT Angst, Fluff, RPF (Real Person Fic) - Sorry the genres are all over the place

Summary: A misconception or misunderstanding turned rumor threatens to bring down Corpse’s entire career, but luckily, Y/N knows better than to stand aside and let it happen.

Requested by Anon. Hi darling! Thank you so much for your request and I’m so sorry for the long wait but here it finally is and I hope you enjoy the fic if you happen to come across it. Love, Vy ❤

“Fuck this game!“ Y/N yells out in frustration as she is met with the screen informing her of her failure - aka death - for the fifth time in the past hour. “Has anyone ever even passed night four? I’m sure the king of FNAF Markiplier has but I’m also sure he hasn’t done it one a livestream! And my big mouth really had to go ahead and swear not to end this stream until I pass this God forsaken night, ughhh!“

Typically, Y/N’s quite the fearful rat when playing horror games, especially when home alone like right now, but this FNAF game has gradually turned her into a raging gamer instead. Not raging as in kicking ass at the game but as in the game kicking the ass of her sanity. She’s been struggling with this specific night for a while - the better half of her previous stream and an hour into today’s. Well, seeing how little progress she’s making with each try, it’s gonna be way more than an hour into today’s livestream as well. She’ll be lucky if she manages to get past it before hitting the three hour mark or just rage quitting which she’s bound to do eventually if her gameplay keeps going at this rate.

Another try later, she’s once again jumpscared into a failure screen that’s practically mocking her at this point. Throwing her arms above her head, Y/N sighs heavily, the frustration she’s harboring becoming more and more evident in her body language. “You know what, I need a break. Lemme see what you guys are saying in the chat.”

Scrolling through comments upon comments greeting her, sending her compliments and some trolling her with some hateful remarks she comes across a question which makes her brows furrow. That same question is repeated by a few other people but they fly by so quickly she doesn’t manage to catch the people’s usernames.

“A bruise on my arm? Where?“ She says out loud as she inspects both her arms, looking for what her chat had been talking about. That’s when her eyes eyes land on the purple mark on the skin just above her right elbow. She laughs, “Oh this? I know I’m a clumsy person but Corpse is to blame for this one.“

Little does the girl know, her boyfriend, who’s currently in his own apartment instead of camping out at hers, is watching this very stream, laughing his ass off remembering how that bruise came to be.

His laughter is cut short though when he catches glimpse of Y/N’s chat which suddenly floods with concern from her fans - assumptions and allegations of him being an abusive boyfriend starting to pollute the previously cheerful comment section. His stomach turns, for many reasons, each reason making it tighten in a worse and more painful knot.

The first blow comes from people actually coming up with such a thing. How could they even allow their minds to wander to such a dark and disgusting place where he’d be even remotely an abuser.

The second blow to his heart is delivered by the fact that people believed it. How and why could people believe such an absurd idea?! How low did these people think of him? What kind of piece of shit did he come off as to some people?

And the third is the mental image the idea gives him. It’s such a fucked up scene, he can’t even conjure it up, he can’t mentally picture it. Hell, he could and would never even raise his voice at Y/N. He’d never dare upset her or hurt her feelings let alone hurt her....like that!

“Whoa, whoa, whoa!“ Y/N’s gasp reaches him as though it was meant to fish him out of the downward spiral he started going down with these overwhelmingly dark thoughts, “What’s with this nonsense some of y’all are spewing in the chat?!“ She sounds downright angry and irritated, ready to fight whoever will continue spreading these rumors about her lovely boyfriend whom she absolutely adores. “Guys, I mean, seriously?! Do you have any idea what you’re talking about and WHO you’re talking about? Do we have the same Corpse in mind here? I doubt we do - you have some villainized, abusive version, and I have the loving boyfriend who tried to teach me how to handle a lightsaber so we can have a lightsaber fight and my dumbass used my own weapon against me. Yeah, I was pretty salty Corpse laughed his heart out while I was cringing in pain, but man, you guys take it farther than the farthest.“ Seeing his sweet, kind and non-confrontational girlfriend who always avoids conflict at all costs turn into this protective lioness because someone is talking shit about him is heartwarming and scary at the same time. “Y’all better shut the hole where these fucked up rumors surfaced from before you get one of the most innocent, loving and caring individuals in hot water for the BS you came up with! Copy? You better.“

Corpse has never in his entire life seen the topic of a stream chat change so quickly, the rumor never once getting brought up again.

That’s some serious power right there - power he never knew Y/N possessed because of her cute and soft exterior. Now he knows what kinda beast of a woman he’s dating - one prepared to do anything to protect him, no matter who from. And damn does that make him feel emotional and loved despite the shit that just happened. She can make him forget all the bad within the blink of an eye - that too is another superpower of hers, but this one he’s known about from the very start.

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radexchangeprogram · 4 years ago

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This is a random one but can I request head cannons of the Brothers and Dateables reacting to an MC that’s actually a half demon but was really great at hiding her demon side since she grew up in the human world? They see a demon man just bounding towards MC before the boys could do anything MC’s like “DAD! 😃” before jumping in his arms like a child. Around her Dad she gains fangs and horns like him but she reverts back to normal when she wants to. The boys are like “Why didn’t you say anything?” And she’s like “I’m just used to my human side” or “You never asked 🤷🏾‍♀️”

Of course! I love this idea. I didn’t get a chance to proof read this so I apologize for any grammatical mistakes.

Author’s notes at the end (marked by *s)

Spoiler warning for up to chapter 17 to be safe. Especially with Belphie.

Half Demon GN!MC Headcanons

General

Everyone noticed that you never seemed too bothered by the fact that you were surrounded by demons, but figured you were just rather good at adapting.

This theory was proven wrong at a party Lord Diavolo hosted.

As you chatted with the brothers, a large demon with griffon wings, a lion’s mane, and horns similar to a gazelle began to head in the direction of your group.

The demon, who the others instantly recognized as Duke Vapula, walked up to them with a cheeky grin.

The brothers were instantly on guard, Mammon even growling slightly, as it was extremely uncommon for anyone to approach them so casually.

Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Luke, and Solomon all took notice and were prepared to intervine should something happen.

You turned around to see what the issue was and let out a loud gasp.

“DAD!”

Lucifer

Absolutely dumbfounded. How did he not know about this? He read your files to the point of practically memorizing them before you came here and he swears there was nothing about you being a half demon.

He was honestly a bit embarrassed that he didn’t know about something this major.

When confronting you, all you did was say that it wasn’t that big of a deal and that you figured they already knew.

You really give him a migraine sometimes.

He feels a bit relieved that he doesn’t have to worry as much about you dying, though.

If you wish, he may start teaching you demonic etiquette, such as having you shift form at formal events.

If you prefer your human heritage, he won’t pressure you to conform to your demonic ancestory.

Mammon

WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN HIS HUMAN ISN’T ENTIRELY HUMAN?!?

The loudest about his displeasure about not knowing.

“I’m your first man! I’m supposed to know everything about you!”

When you explain to him that you’re more comfortable with your human half, he calms down a little.

Tries to call you ‘stupid half-demon’ but it doesn’t feel the same as ‘stupid human’ :(

You tell him he can just keep calling you ‘stupid human’ :D

Wonders if he can get your dad to pay him for ‘providing his child with such incredible protection’.

You immediately tell him no.

Leviathan

Holy shit this sounds like something straight out of an anime!!!

Very upset that you didn’t tell him, you’re his Henry! You’re supposed to tell him these kind of things!

When you shrug and simply say that no one asked, he gets even more pouty.

You make up with him quickly by offering to play games with him all night.

Extremely curious about your demonic form for the primary purpose of cosplay. Do you know how many more characters you can be if you have a tail or wings?!?

You might inspire some fanfiction. (half demon Henry x Lord of Shadows au slow burn 100k words, def not Leviathan projecting no not at all-)

Satan

He is extremely shocked. Not only did he have no idea, but half demons are extremely rare.

From what he’s read, most half-human half-demon offspring don’t survive past birth and all documented cases that have survived reside in the Devildom so that their powers can be better managed.

He asks you about this and you reply that you’re actually quite good at controlling your powers, but that you prefer living as a normal human.

He’s not upset that you didn’t tell him, but he has a billion questions.

How long is your lifespan? Do you take more after your demonic father or your human mother in terms of power?What are your weaknesses?

He really wants to learn more about human-demon hybrids and will ask you to help in his studies.

Also a bit excited as your father is well known for some for his knowledge and writing about the sciences. He wants to discuss some of it with you, assuming you’ve read what your father has written.*

Asmodeus

Oh he is so excited.

A bit relieved that his charm isn’t wearing off, it just doesn’t work because you’re the child of a demonic duke!

You know those boiling hot springs he talks about visiting? Well he’s happy to learn that you actually can join him without fear of your skin melting off!

He’s not upset that you didn’t tell him, getting mad over stuff like that can cause wrinkles.

He will absolutely want to help you groom your horns/wings/scales/tail.

He already has shown you a lot about demonic fashion trends, such as extra clothing that can be fitted around demonic extremities, but now he actually can actually have you try on some! Do you prefer gold tail bangles or jeweled horn cuffs?

Beelzebub

Relieved that Duke Vapula wasn’t looking for a fight.

He can’t help but smile a little when you hug your dad. It makes him happy that you love your family.

When you blush and tell him that it just slipped your mind to tell everyone about your heritage, he isn’t upset.

Happy that he doesn’t have to be so scared of accidentally hurting you with how strong he is.

If you’re able to safely eat some more demonic food, he will absolutely get you to try some of his favorite foods that normal humans would die upon eating.

Overall, you’re still the MC he has grown to love and doesn’t treat you too differently.

Belphegor

Is now more awake than he has been the entire evening.

Half demon? Nah this is just some dream.

Is understanding when you explain to him that you prefer being human and living as a human.

He’s happy he found out after making amends with you. He used to despise half-demons just as much as normal humans, seeing them as repulsive.

He still very much treats you the same, but is a bit annoyed with his brothers.

With knowledge of your demonic blood coming to light, they drag you out even more often and naps with you are becoming rarer.

If you get too overwhelmed with his brothers constantly wanting to try things they thought would previously kill you, he will be more than happy to lend you some of his hiding spots. He does charge the small fee of getting to take a nap with you though.

Diavolo

Similar to Lucifer, is shocked that he didn’t know before you came to the Devildom.

You aren’t the first half-demon he’s met, but he is surprised that a demon of Duke Vapula’s rank had a child with a human.

He’s actually very excited to learn that you’re a half-demon who is in more in touch with your human side. He feels a lot more relieved that you aren’t as defenseless as previously thought.

He does, however, make absolute sure that you have full control over your demonic powers. Every other half-demon lives in the Devildom for a reason and he can’t have someone who is technically one of his subjects accidentally cause mass destruction.

He invites you for tea more frequently, asking so many questions about how being raised in the human world as a half-demon was.

He likes to exchange stories with you about your younger years and the power fluxes you both struggled with as you grew.

Tells you that should you ever wish to live in the Devildom that he would be more than happy to make the needed arrangements.

Barbatos

He knew the whole time. When Diavolo asked him to look into the success of the program, he made note of your heritage right away.

However, he decided that keeping this information hidden when he saw that you were raised human and preferred to be seen as human.

When he explains this to everyone, you can’t help but feel thankful.

While some of the others make no effort to hide how annoyed this makes them, he doesn’t mind. He knows he made the right choice keeping this from everyone and doesn’t regret it at all.

Barbatos is actually a pretty good friend of your father’s and grew up with him. He actually met you when you were a baby because of this.*

Solomon

He has seen a lot in his years in the world of magic, but nothing like this.

Usually, half-demons were very easy to spot as they struggled to control their powers, but you practically had it down to an art!

You explain to him that you’re actually pretty good at keeping your powers under control. He’s rather impressed by this and will ask to see your spell work.

Thinks it’s a little funny that he has a pact with your dad.*

Like Satan, he wants to know all about you. Unlike Satan, he is going to actually conduct experiments instead of stick to interviews.

He has a new potion that he wants you to try almost every day now.

Can half-demons make pacts? If so, you have now been added to the list of demonic beings he wants to make a pact with.

Simeon

Very surprised considering he’s blessed you before.

Blessings aren’t supposed to work on anything of demonic nature so he’s baffled.

When you explain to him that you were raised human and prefer to live as human, he smiles.

He comes to the conclusion that you being a good person must be greater than the demonic blood in your veins.

He treats you the same overall, knowing that you’re still you no matter your heritage.

Luke

Absolute denial.

There is no way someone as nice as you is part demon! He refuses to believe it!

Gets upset and accuses you of trying to manipulate him, which you quickly deny.

When you explain to him that you prefer being human, he huffs.

Simeon gives him a bit of a talking to, about how you’re still the same MC who he sees as a big sibling.

He bakes you some apology cupcakes for being rude to you.

You sometimes shift form to mess around with him, it never fails to make him let out a shocked yelp before he snaps at you for picking on him.

Everyone (except Luke) thinks it’s funny tbh.

Author’s Notes:

*Duke Vapula is described as being able to bestow knowledge about all science contained in books.

*Barbatos is also a duke in The Goetia. I thought a fun nod to this would be to have them as friends.

*The Goetia talks about the 72 demons that King Solomon evoked. Vapula is one of the demons that he evoked. The game actually references this by talking about his 72 pacts. Asmodeus and Barbatos are both included in the 72 demons which is why he has pacts with both of them in the game :)

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ruffboijuliaburnsides · 4 years ago

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Female Geralt AU

So I wanted to clean up this AU meme response for reasons, including the fact that I really like it but I churned out the original in like 15 minutes and needed more than 5 bullet points lbr. So until this actually gets turned into the fic I want it to be, here it is, a little nicer than it was before. 💜

1. No one ever tells Geralt he doesn’t have to be 100% exactly what people expect. He lives for years just… responding. He’s a monster because people expect a monster. He’s a tool because people expect a tool. He’s emotionless because people expect him to be emotionless. He’s a man because people expect him to be a man. It's not much of a life, perhaps, but he gets by, and he doesn't get killed by an angry mob or a monster, and that's the most a witcher can hope for

1a. Until he meets a bard in Posada

2. Jaskier is a bubbly, busty, ridiculous breath of fresh air. She's technically the daughter of an earl, but not set to inherit; Kerack is so picky about it being the eldest son who inherits, and she's never been anyone's son, so she’s not a viscountess, just the daughter of some nobleman who thinks himself far more important than fourth generation nobility from a tiny backwater kingdom could ever be. But she plays the lute like a dream, and her voice is sweet and chiming and clear when she sings, and her laugh is bold and loud and could make your ears ring, and her smile is infectious and wide. Geralt can’t let her travel alone, she’s too soft, too vulnerable, too easy a target when she always wears such pretty frocks and braids flowers in her hair.

2a. He can't let her swan into his life like sunshine and safe harbor and then just leave again, not that he'll admit it.

3. From that first day she fawns over Geralt in a way he understands means flirting, means fondness, means attraction, but he can’t imagine sullying her with his hands, his mouth, his co– his body. So he says and does nothing, just lets her write songs about his heroism and bravery, lets the slow shift of opinion catch him by surprise, lets her put a hand on his chest and push him back down into his seat with a vicious smile when someone accuses her of being a witcher’s whore, at which point she generally tends to grab a bottle or a metal serving tray or a chair and absolutely go to town on the person in question.

3a. Jaskier was never soft and vulnerable when faced with people who were a threat. She always seemed to be soft and vulnerable around Geralt. He decides very firmly that he won't think about it. (He fails.)

4. They go along quite happily for years, surviving all sorts of trouble, shockingly little of it actually caused by Jaskier herself. Eventually, of course, Geralt gets cursed, because it's sort of inevitable it would happen eventually. It’s supposed to be humiliating, being turned into a woman, meant to drive him to misery and shame, but it’s not. It’s strange, but comfortable. He's still himself, just with leaner muscles, softer features. His voice is still low and gravely, yet higher and softer than it had been before. His angles are still sharp and hard, but with just the tiniest bit of softness. Just a bit.

5. Jaskier fusses initially, and Geralt can’t understand why her heart is pounding so hard until he smells a familiar sort of sweetness on the air and realizes that the bard is flustered. She's actually attracted to the woman’s form he’s currently filling, in a way she never quite is for his usual form. He should be worried about getting the curse broken, but instead he finds himself wondering if the curse may be permanent.

6. Jaskier asks if he’s all right, in a soft, worried voice, if he’s upset or needs to talk or needs anything. Geralt doesn’t answer for nearly three hours, simply lets Jaskier's nervous chatter wash over him as they find a good campsite and set about getting settled. He knows he's worrying her, not saying anything, but she clearly thinks he's forgotten the questions until he asks, so fucking carefully and uncertainly, if she minds him being shaped this way. And Jaskier frowns, and Geralt thinks that maybe it was a horrible mistake to ask, but then Jaskier's expression clears with realization, and she smiles as bright as the sun and says, “Whatever form you want to come in, you are still my Geralt, and still my witcher. I will always adore you.”

6a. (they’ve never said love, can't quite admit to loving each other in such a way, but adore is fine, somehow. Adore could be something less and different than love, could be an aesthetic, could be the drive for adventure, could be desperate friendship. It is love, of course, but they don’t have to acknowledge it just yet.)

7. They find a witch, just to make sure there's no other parts of the curse they haven't run into yet. Instead of any of the increasingly unlikely outcomes Jaskier's come up with as they traveled, the mage verifies that there are no traps or hidden triggers she can find. Then she tells them it’s permanent unless removed, and says she can do it for very little fee.

7a. Geralt looks down at Jaskier, the bright ember of sunlight who's made her home in Geralt's heart, who is beaming up at him encouragingly. Geralt smiles; Jaskier's own grin always had been infectious.

7b. “No,” he– she tells the witch, lacing her fingers together with Jaskier’s, reveling in the startled and blindingly brilliant smile the little bard gives her. “I think I’ll keep it.”

8. She remains the most fearsome Wolf in the world, of course. She grows her hair out further. Jaskier braids it down her back - generally utilitarian and secure - but always always always tucks at least one flower into it.

9. They don't live happily ever after, but they do live happily most of the time.

#the witcher #geralt #jaskier #geraskier #fem geralt #trans geralt #fem jaskier #my fic

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remywrites5 · 5 years ago

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can you do some jegulus?

James was sitting on his bed playing FIFA when his roommate, Regulus, came in and slammed the door shut. Reg was clearly upset so James quickly paused the game and watched as Reg went over to his bed and flopped down onto it. He put his face into his pillow and let out a scream.

James walked over and poked Reg in the back. “Problem?”

Reg turned his face to the side and looked up at him. “I just saw Barty at the campus coffeeshop flirting with one of the baristas.”

“Ah,” James said, nodding in understanding. Reg and Barty had been talking for the last few months after hooking up at a campus party. James didn’t really see the appeal but he had kept his mouth shut because he wanted Regulus to be happy. Barty always seemed to come off as a prick and James was pretty sure Reg wasn’t the only person he was talking to.

In truth, James had a complicated relationship with Reg himself. Reg’s twin brother, Sirius, was James’ best friend and they had roomed together for the first year of University. But then Sirius met Remus and fell in love, blah blah blah, and now they were rooming together. Having been out a roommate, James had agreed to room with Reg. The only problem was James had been crushing on Reg for over a year now, so rooming wasn’t exactly the best idea, but James Potter liked to be accommodating. Also he didn’t have a good enough reason to tell Reg no.

Since then it had been a bit torturous watching Regulus talk to a bunch of guys who were, in James’ honest opinion, a bunch of wankers. They might have been perfectly nice guys, but James had no choice except to loathe them entirely.

That’s why James said the thing – the completely idiotic thing - that he would immediately regret. “You want to make him jealous?”

Regulus sat up and looked at James in confusion. “How?”

“He follows you on Snapchat, right?” James said with a grin. “We could take a couple of pictures and post them to your story. When he sees them I bet he’ll be hella jealous and come crawling back.”

“You’d do that for me?” Regulus asked, raising a skeptical eyebrow at James.

“I mean nothing too risqué,” James clarified quickly. He didn’t think his heart would be able to handle that. “Just, you know, pictures that could be interpreted as us getting pretty cozy with each other.”

“That would be amazing!” Regulus exclaimed excitedly. He hopped out of bed and went over to James’ closet.

“What are you doing?” James asked, sitting down on his bed and watching as Regulus rifled through his stuff. Reg held a few pieces of clothing up to himself in the mirror and decided on James’ team hoodie from his football days. It was in his old high school colours, red and gold, and had Potter written on the back. Reg stripped off his own shirt and tugged the hoodie on.

James had a good ten centimeters on Reg and was a lot more muscular and broad shouldered than his roommate. What this meant that Reg was swimming in his hoodie a little bit with it falling to his mid-thigh. James swallowed thickly as his heart relocated to his throat. Suddenly James realized just how incredibly dumb he was for thinking that he could pull this off without Reg finding out how gone James was on him.

Reg bit his lip and played with his hair for a moment in the mirror before turning to face James. “How do I look?”

James cleared his throat. “Really good,” he said as evenly as he could manage.

Regulus smiled and walked over to the bed. He grabbed James and moved his limbs into the position he wanted. James let out a yelp of surprise as Reg crawled into his lap and buried his face in James’ neck. “Do you mind taking it?”

James took Reg’s phone and opened it easily. They both knew each other’s codes for their phone for emergency purposes. James held the phone out to get a good angle, making sure his name was visible on Reg’s back, for entirely selfish reasons. “Glasses or no glasses?” he asked before he took the picture.

“Glasses,” Reg said softly. “I think you look sexy in them.”

“Yeah they help me see,” James responded dumbly because his mind had apparently decided to go offline without his permission.

Regulus laughed and slid his arms around James’ waist. “Just take a couple and we’ll adjust as needed.”

“Okay,” James said, resting his chin on the top of Reg’s head. He’d never really though he’d had a thing for a height difference but he found himself really enjoying it. Reg felt so small and soft in his arms and James felt this overwhelming want to protect him. Although he knew if Reg could hear what he was thinking then he would hit him for it.

James snapped a couple of pictures and then handed the phone off to Reg to see. Reg sat up straight and looked through them, taking his time to examine each one. “I think I like this one best, what do you think?” Reg held up his phone and displayed the picture to James.

“Looks great,” James said encouragingly. He let his fingers play with the hem of his hoodie that Reg was wearing, his fingers just barely brushing over Reg’s warm skin.

“Can I kiss you?”

James felt his entire body tense up at the question. ‘What?”

“It would really sell it, don’t you think?” Reg asked, chewing his bottom lip as he posted the picture to his story. “Or would it sell it too much? I kind of want him to come crawling back like you said.”

“Oh, um, I think that might be taking it too far,” James said, sliding Reg off his lap and standing up. The last thing he needed was to be snogging Reg just so he could get that prick back. Why did he want his attention in the first place?

“It would just be one kiss,” Reg promised, looking up at James pleadingly. “Just one little kiss and nothing more.”

“I said no, Reg!” James yelled, tugging his fingers through his hair. “I don’t want to, okay? I don’t want to do that.”

“Then that’s all you had to say,” Regulus said icily, narrowing his eyes at James. “This was all your stupid idea to begin with.”

“Well you got your picture,” James shot back, grabbing his wallet and keys and shoving his feet into his trainers. Suddenly their dorm room felt so small and if he stayed he was going to say something he would regret. He couldn’t handle any of this, especially not with Reg still wearing his hoodie. Why did he have to go around trying to help people all the time? “So leave it, Reg.”

“Fine, I’m leaving it.” Reg lowered his eyes to the floor. He stood and went over to his own bed, pulling the covers up to his chin with his back to James.

James slipped out of their dorm, locking it behind him, and starting to walk with no real destination in mind. Why the fuck did he have to be so bloody awkward around Regulus? Why couldn’t he have just kissed him like it was no big deal? It would have been easy to pretend it was just a game like spin the bottle. Now Regulus had to know that it meant something to James and it would make everything uncomfortable.

James sat down on the front steps of their student housing and buried his face in his hands, pushing his glasses up to his forehead. After giving himself a few moments to wallow, he opened his phone and pulled up Snapchat. He immediately went to Reg’s story and saw the picture of the two of them. He kept reopening it so that he could look at it over and over. It looked so real that it made James’ heart ache in a way it hadn’t since high school when Lily Evans had rejected him over and over. Since then, he liked to think he’d been a bit smarter with his heart, but apparently not that smart.

“You fucking dumbass,” James groaned to himself.

***

James figured their picture had worked based on that fact that Reg started hanging out with that prat, Barty, again. James would come home to find Reg and Barty cuddled up together watching Netflix on Reg’s bed. James had no problem ruining their evening, turning on his game or doing his homework at his desk, so they couldn’t fool around.

Things hadn’t really improved between Reg and James since the night they’d taken that picture. James had found his hoodie hanging back in his closet and it had clearly been washed. James had no idea why the idea of that made him so extremely angry. Maybe it was the fact that Reg had been too much of a coward to give it back to James directly. Instead he had just hidden it back in James’ closet and erased any trace that he had worn it in the first place.

James tried to move on so that things could get back to normal. He got Tinder again and went on a few dates with a very nice girl named Mary McDonald. It felt disingenuous to continue to see her though so he ended things as gently as he could. As terrible as it was to admit, being with Mary wasn’t making James feel any better about being in love with his roommate. It was unfair to her to pursue anything while he still had feelings for Reg.

He couldn’t help thinking about that night and would have happened if he had taken Reg up on his offer to kiss. Would things have been even more awkward once Reg realized just how into it James was? Or maybe it would have been the start of something – something so precious that it made James hurt just to think about it.

***

“Will you please – for the love of God – stop being such a pathetic mess?” Sirius begged, tousling James’ hair playfully. “We’re on our way to a party not a funeral!”

James did his best to smile and nudged his best friend. “I guess I’m just still distraught that you’re not in love with me.”

Sirius snorted. “Tough luck, Prongs. I don’t go for speccy gits with no fashion sense.”

“Remus wears reading glasses.”

“It just hits different,” Sirius assured him, throwing his arm around James’ shoulders. “Besides, I have a feeling your type is me only worse and with less personality.”

“Shut up,” James grumbled, feeing his face grow hot.

“So you do have a thing for Reg!” Sirius crowed with laughter, hitting James on the chest. “I had a feeling. That picture the two of you took was a little too convincing. You looked so fucking smitten in it, I swear to God.”

“Doesn’t matter,” James muttered, kicking a pebble by his feet. “It was just a means to an end. He’s with Barty now. What a dumb name. Barty. It sounds like a stupid children’s show character.”

“You’re thinking of Barney,” Sirius corrected him with an amused huff. “Besides, the bloke got stuck with a name like Bartemius. I don’t think there’s many ways to salvage that.”

“I kind of hate him,” James confessed, feeling himself relax a little bit. It was nice to be able to talk with Sirius about this finally.

“He does seem like a dickhead,” Sirius agreed with a heavy sigh. “Reg always did know how to pick them.”

“So you’re saying I have no shot with him?”

Sirius shot James a look. “I don’t know, you have your arsehole qualities.”

“Oi!”

“It all comes from a place of love, Jamie!” Sirius insisted, giving James a big wet kiss on the cheek. They got to the street corner where they were meeting up with Remus, who was coming off a shift at work. Remus was already there waiting for them, wrapped up in a scarf against the cold, his cheeks tinged pink. “Now why would I want you when I can have that?”

Sirius bounded over to his boyfriend and put his arms around his shoulders. Remus gave him an exasperated but fond look and indulged him in a kiss. James shook his head and walked over to join them, third wheeling it as usual. “Alright, Moony?”

“Hey James,” Remus said, smiling kindly at him. “Excited for the party?”

“Well alcohol couldn’t hurt, right?” James joked, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

Remus’ brow furrowed in concern. “He’s in love with Reg,” Sirius explained, sliding his hand down Remus’ arm and then grasping his hand. He tugged on it and began walking towards the party.

Remus glanced over his shoulder and shot James a sympathetic look. “If you ever need to come over to ours just let us know, okay?”

“Thanks Remus,” James said, falling in step behind them. “I’ll be fine.”

Remus nodded encouragingly even if his face said he didn’t fully believe James. “Of course you will.”

They were only a few blocks away from the party and James could already hear the music blasting some early 2000’s hip hop. It was the Prewett twins birthday party bash. The twins were a year older than James, Remus and Sirius, and their birthday party was always legendary. They lived in a shared house off campus with about six other guys and were always doing crazy shite. Last year they had rigged up a slide from their second story window. The party usually got broken up because of noise complaints but until then it was a blast.

They got to the front door and were each handed a beer. It was policy for a Prewett party that you had to shotgun a beer in order to ender. James and Sirius grinned at each other and both pierced their beers before starting to chug them. They were both fairly competitive with each other and tried to beat the other. Of course Remus smoked them both easily and Sirius could only wink suggestively. “My man knows what he’s doing.”

Remus rolled his eyes and led the way into the party, already unwrapping his scarf from the heat from all the bodies piled inside. “Oh my god they have a trampoline,” Sirius said, smacking James in the arm. Out the back porch door they could see a huge trampoline set up on the lawn and people were jumping off the balcony onto it and then back up. “We have to!”

“Absolutely not!” Remus said, shaking his head emphatically. “I don’t fancy going to hospital tonight.”

Sirius pouted for a moment and then turned to James. “You in, Prongs?”

“Yeah!” James said, needing something to get his mind off of things. A huge adrenaline rush seemed like it would do the trick.

James and Sirius raced up the stairs to the second story balcony. “Alright there, lads?” Gideon greeted them as they went through the window. “Feeling brave tonight?”

“Definitely!” James said, bouncing on the balls of his feet excitedly.

“Just have to go one at a time,” Gideon informed them. “Don’t want anyone getting hurt.”

Sirius turned towards James and they did a quick rock-paper-scissors to see who would go first. James won and stepped up to the edge of the balcony. He took a deep breath and jumped, his stomach dropping as he fell through the air. Then it was like he was falling in slow motion as his eyes locked on none other than Barty Crouch Jr. snogging someone that was definitely not Reg. He hit the trampoline and went back up, his body flopping around like a ragdoll for a moment before dropping back down again.

“What the fuck was that?” Sirius shouted from the balcony. But James was already rolling off the trampoline and heading for Barty.

“What are you doing?” James shouted, his hands curling into fists. Barty and the bloke he was snogging pulled away from each other. Barty barely had a moment to realize what was about to happen before James’ fist connected with his smug face.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Barty yelled, holding his nose.

“How could you do this to him?” James said, ready to hit Barty again. He could hear people rushing over and then Sirius was there behind him, looking like he was unsure if he should hit Barty as well or restrain James.

“Who?”

“Reg!” James growled, his fist tightening. He swore he was going to hit him again. “Regulus Black, remember him?”

Barty looked at James as if he were crazy. “Regulus and I broke up a week ago. He said he had feeling for someone else.”

“Oh,” James said, blinking a few times. “Shit, I’m sorry mate. I didn’t know – “

“Yeah, whatever,” Barty said, walking towards the house with his face tilted up to stop the blood dripping down his face. “Fucking mental case.”

“What the fuck is going on?” Sirius asked but James was already pulling his phone out and dialing Reg’s number. All the air left his lungs the moment the call connected and he heard Reg’s voice on the other end.

“James?”

“Where are you?”

“I’m at our dorm,” Regulus answered in confusion. “No need for me to guess where you are.”

“Stay right there.”

“James – what – “

James rang off the phone before Regulus could ask him any more questions. He smacked a big kiss onto Sirius’ cheek and then took off running. He hopped the fence instead of trying to go back through the party, as it would only slow him down. He sprinted through the streets, his breath stinging from the cold, his mind singularly focused on getting to Reg as soon as possible.

When he burst through the door of their dorm room, Reg was in bed scrolling through his phone. He sat up when James entered, his eyes wide in surprise. “James, did you run the whole way here?”

“That’s not important,” James said, waving him off.

“What happened to your hand?”

“I punched Barty,” James said impatiently. “It’s not important!”

“It’s not,” Regulus said slowly, looking extremely concerned. James knew he must look slightly manic, his hair a mess from the wind, breathing heavily and his hand bruised. “Then what is important, James?”

“Do you have feelings for me?” James asked, his chest still heaving as he tried to get his breath back.

“I – I don’t think that’s a very fair question,” Regulus said, ducking his head down.

“Why not?”

“Because you didn’t want to kiss me,” Regulus said, pulling his knees up to his chest, looking small and vulnerable. James wanted nothing more than to gather Reg into his arms. “And that would have been fine but then you ignored me for weeks. Now you rush in here demanding to know if I have feelings for you and it doesn’t feel very fair.”

James soaked in Reg’s words for a moment. “Fuck, I’ve made a right old meal of this, haven’t I?” he said, scratching the back of his neck nervously. “Let me ask that again. Reg, I’m in love with you and I’d be very interested to know how you feel about me because I really want to kiss you.”

Regulus’ gaze snapped up to meet James’, looking for any sign that this was a joke. When he found none his mouth dropped. “Oh,” he said softly, a small smile playing on his lips. “Yes. I love you and please kiss me.”

James walked over with every bit of self-control he had left and sat down next to Reg. He cupped Reg’s face in his hands and watched Reg’s steel grey eyes flutter closed. James felt his own eyelids drift shut at the first press of his lips against Reg’s. It was soft and sweet and already addicting. He forced himself to pull back after a moment and something caught his eye. “You’re wearing my hoodie.”

Regulus blushed a deep red. It was utterly adorable. “Yeah, um I wear it when you’re not here. I’m sorry, I’ll wash it and put it back. “

“Keep it,” James said, grinning. He pressed a few more soft kisses to Reg’s lips just because he could. “It’s yours now.”

Regulus laughed. “Are we talking about the hoodie or you?”

“Both,” James said, tugging at Regulus until he was sitting across James’ lap, tucked in against him. Suddenly his only plans for the weekend were to kiss and cuddle Regulus as much as possible. And maybe ice his hand because it bloody hurt. “Both is good.”

#jegulus #I write things #fluff #anon prompt #long post #james potter x regulus black #background wolfstar #jealousy #fake dating #kind of #university au #oh my god they were roommates

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Finding You (Part 16 of ??)

Hello metal husband and readers! Welcome to another update to Finding You! What’s on tap today you ask? Well, just keep reading and find out! New here and don’t want to spoil the story? Just hop on over to Part One through this link, and you can read through!

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Trigger warnings: One character’s a total douche, talk of war and death

Mc twirled the pencil she had been sketching with debating if she should ask the question she had been thinking about. Her and Michael were the only ones in the room and no one would be coming in for quite awhile. This was probably the best time she’d get to ask, "Hey, Michael. Can I ask you a question?"

He looked up from his book, "Yes? What is it?"

"Well, I was reading a book the other day, and I came across something odd. It… it was about the Avatar's Fall," Mc couldn't look at Michael, so she just continued, "Eyewitness accounts say there were eight angels that fell that day. So, I was wondering: Was there an eighth angel who fell that day?"

The silence was heavy, threatening to crush Mc. After a long moment, Michael's voice sounded lowly, "And just why were you reading about something like that?"

"Meeting them in person got me curious."

"And you would believe an eyewitness account over the teachings of the Celestial Realm?"

"Well, not necessarily. I just was curious since I'd never heard of there being another angel who Fell."

There was silence, and Mc still couldn't make herself look over, "I suppose just because some of them have paid attention to you makes you think you know all about demons.”

“No, it’s not that.”

“Then what is it then? If you haven’t forgotten, demons will lie about anything. Sinning comes naturally to them. In fact, the seven you keep coming into contact with are the embodiment of some of the most damaging sins. The lower demons are even worse.”

“I just want the most information possible. If there was another angel who fell that day, shouldn’t we tell everyone?”

“You forget your place, Mc. You may have luxuries other angels do not possess, but that does not raise your station. Questioning Father’s teachings. To believe something a demon wrote about another demon-"

"I'm not really questioning. I was just confused because-"

"And now you interrupt me? Just who do you think you are? I am an archangel, and the only reason you've been allowed down here. You are a simple angel that we have allowed to express her talents throughout the three realms. Do not make me wonder if it was the right decision."

Mc flinched at the door closing. Though he hadn't slammed it, nor had he raised his voice, she had felt the waves of displeasure rolling off of him. The threat about sending her back to the Celestial Realm had her really nervous. Before she was aware of what she was doing, the message had been sent.

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“I could’ve come to the castle.”

“Hmmm… I don’t think that would be for the best right now.”

Satan cocked his head, “Did something happen?”

“Kind of. Anyway, thanks for meeting me here.”

“Of course. Is there anything in particular you’d like to do?”

“Well, I kinda thought, since I have an invitation and all, that you could show me around the House of Lamentation.”

“I… I mean, if you want to. I’m warning you now, it’s almost never calm there. My brothers are… a handful.”

“Sounds great!”

Satan looked over in shock, “Seriously?”

Mc nodded her head, “I grew up with calm. I want some excitement.”

“Well, be careful what you wish for.”

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“GIVE ME BACK MY LIMITED DIAMOND EDITION SUCREY FRENZY SIGNED POSTER MAMMON! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IT’S WORTH!”

“Course I know what it’s worth! Why’d ya think I took it in the firs’ place?”

“SO YOU DID TAKE IT!!!”

“Oh. Whoops! Forget I said anythin’.”

“MAMMON!”

A blur of demon shot past Mc and Satan. All Mc could make out was white and brown, before Leviathan went past, considerably slower than Mammon, but still fast for a demon. At least, Mc thought it might be Leviathan. The shy purple haired demon was now in all black, with black horns and a snake-like tail. He also looked like he was going to rip apart his brother.

Satan sighed, continuing forward, hands in his pockets, “Welcome to the House of Lamentation.”

“Shouldn’t we do something?”

“Hmm? Oh, about them? I wouldn’t worry about it.”

“Ah. I see…”

“We should probably get you out of the immediate vicinity though. There’s no telling what those two idiots might do.”

“Where should we go then?”

“Hmmm… Well, since we’re close, I guess we could start with the kitchen.”

“Sounds good to me!”

As they walked, Mc looked around her. Though the decorations were both a tad macabre and extremely grand, she found herself… comfortable. The candle light cast everything in an almost cheery glow, and the atmosphere, while a little daunting, made her feel like she was…

“... Home.”

Satan stopped dead in his tracks, and turned slowly towards her, “W-wait… Hwat did you say?”

“Oh, did I say that outloud? Sorry. That probably sounded really weird,” when Satan didn’t answer, Mc continued a bit awkwardly, “It’s just… This is the most comfortable I’ve been in a brand new place in a long time. I thought maybe my attraction to the Devildom was just because of how novel it all is to an angel. But… Being in this house, it just makes everything feel more like… Home,” Mc looked up to see Satan looking at her with a very tender but sad look, “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah. Let’s keep going.”

When they got to the kitchen, Belphegor and Beelzebub were there, former hiding his head in his arms and the latter consuming a concerning amount of food in a very short time. He stopped when Satan and Mc entered the room.

“Burfy! Wrok hus herr!”

“Hmmm? What? Who is it?”

“Ots Emm Fee!”

Belphegor lifted his head tiredly, but smiled when he saw Satan and Mc, “So, you took us up on the invitation?”

“Yup. Satan’s showing me around.”

“Do you guys want some food?” Beelzebub asked, mouth cleared for a second.

“Well, I-"

"Here. You can have this," Beel said, grabbing her hand and dropping what looked to be a kind of sweet bun in it. He gazed at it for a second then looked at her and grinned before walking back to his food pile.

"You should eat it," Satan said quietly, " He doesn't share his food with just anybody."

"Oh. Okay," Mc said, looking at the sweet. She took a small bite and then her eyes grew wide before eating the whole thing.

"Thought you'd like it," the Avatar of Gluttony smiled.

"It was absolutely delicious! What was it?"

"An orange roll. It's a human word treat."

"I'm going to have to have Luke make it later."

"Did he come with you?" Beel's eyes were shining.

"Ummm… Not this time."

"Oh."

"I'll make sure to let him know next time I'm coming."

"Please do," Beel said, smiling again.

"Well, I'm going to continue our tour if that's alright."

"Yes, please do," Mc smiled, turning back to him.

"Have fun you two," Belphie said, dropping his head back onto his arm.

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Mc and Satan progressed through the house. The feeling of familiarity just kept growing as they went. There was a room off the kitchen that Mc felt very drawn to. Satan said it was just an unused bedroom, nothing of note, but it did nothing to curb her interest. In fact, it made her want to see what was inside even more.

When they got to the library, they had to stop because Mc was so excited. No matter how many library’s she saw, personal or otherwise, they never failed to excite her. The fact it was the personal library of the Fallen was not lost on her.

“Do you want to stop here for a bit?” Satan chuckled.

Mc turned to him with wide eyes, “Can we?”

“Of course. Spending time with books is always time well spent. Anything in particular you’d like to look for?”

“Ummm… Do you just want to give me a tour?”

“Of the library?... Hmm… I suppose I could do that. Lucifer does like it organized a certain way. And, of course, if there’s a book that catches your eye, all you have to do is say the word and we can stop to read.”

“Oh, that’s what you’re really after,” Mc teased.

“Well, can you blame me? Reading with someone in companionable silence is one of life’s greatest joys.”

“Well, I suppose it is nice to just sit and read with Sim, though he’s probably the only one I’ve read with.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Most other angels don’t just sit and read very often. Unless it’s scripture.”

“Sounds about right,” Satan said, rolling his eyes and starting to climb the stairs that lead to the second story of the library.

The “certain way” Lucifer liked the books to be organized was by genre, then alphabetically by author.If an author had multiple books, they were to be then sorted alphabetically by title, any series sorted by the first book’s title then in order. Many of the books were old though in impeccable condition. Mc was impressed by the breadth of selection available, and she could sense some spacial magic at work which housed more books than what was visible to the naked eye. While browsing, Mc found a book that looked interesting, and carried it until the tour was over. Satan happened to have a book in a hidden pocket in his jacket so they decided to sit and read awhile. Instead of the ground floor, Satan knew of a little nook on the second story which had a cushioned window seat and two plush reading chairs, so they went and sat there.

Though the story was interesting, she just couldn’t get into the book she’d grabbed. Her mind kept wandering back to her earlier conversation with Michael. She didn’t know how she could have brought up the subject in a way where he wouldn’t have gotten so upset with her. He’d reprimanded her before, but never had he been so dismissive and final about it.

“Are you alright?” Satan’s voice cut through her thoughts. She looked over to see him watching her.

She suddenly felt embarrassed, and averted her eyes, “It’s… Well, I got reprimanded by Michael.”

“Why?”

So Mc told him about her search for information, how Barbatos had told her to ask Michael and his rebuke. When she finished, Satan’s face was impossible to read. He was silent for long enough, she was concerned she had offended him somehow. Finally he spoke, “Lilith. Her name was Lilith. If you want some answers about what happened, I think Lucifer would be the best person to give them to you. I would suggest Beel, but he has enough trauma about what happened as it is. I don’t even know if he remembers, or if he’s blocked it…”

“Blocked what?”

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Satan knocked on a bookshelf on the ground floor. A deep voice sounded from behind it, “Enter.” At the word, the bookshelf sung open to reveal a secret room. Despite wondering what was going on, Mc was both delighted and intrigued.

“You guys actually have a secret room behind a bookcase?!”

Satan shrugged, “Yeah. The house has a lot more secrets too. It would’ve been my room had I not lost a bet with Lucifer. Now it’s his office,” and with that, he walked in.

The whole room was a lot cozier than Mc would’ve expected. Austere and imposing yes, but there was a level of warmth and comfort to the room Mc would never have expected.

“Satan, what is it?” Lucifer sat at his desk, quill scratching across some paperwork. He hadn’t looked up.

“Mc has a question for you.”

This got him to look up, “Ah Mc. How can I help you?”

“Oh, if I’m interrupting something I can come back later.”

“I could use a break anyway. Please continue,” Lucifer sat there expectantly.

“Okay. Umm…” the memory of Michael flashed through Mc’s mind, and she winced a bit, but continued on with her story. Lucifer’s eyes darkened the further into the story she got. When she got to Michael’s chastisement, Lucifer got up from his chair abruptly, and went over to his window, back to Satan and Mc. Mc faltered in her story, watching as his clothes changed, horns pushing up and out from his head.

“I told her you’d be the one to ask,” Satan intervened, coming to stand behind Mc.

“Why? You know everything. You were there,” Lucifer asked, back still turned.

“You know the whole story,” Satan shrugged, eyes on the black clad figure.

Lucifer was silent and unmoving for quite awhile. Mc’s tension was on high alert for quite awhile, not seeing the horns retreating, until he finally spoke, “Before I begin, I feel I must warn you. You are going to hear things you probably won’t like or agree with. You are not to interrupt me. There will be a chance for me to answer your questions at the end, but only at the end. I will not explain my actions. The only person I answer to is Lord Diavolo. Whether you believe them correct or not, I am not embellishing the truth nor am I trying to hide from it. Knowing all of that, do you want me to continue?”

“... Yes. I would like to know the truth,” Mc answered confidently, though the fact he was still angry put her on edge. She knew he wasn’t angry at her at least.

The eldest, having calmed down enough to revert out of his demon form, came over and sat behind his desk. Satan came and sat next to her, earning a look from Lucifer, “You’re going to stay?”

“She is my guest.”

Lucifer raised his eyebrows, but said nothing, turning his attention back to Mc, “Have you heard about the Great Celestial War?” Mc nodded, and he continued, “No doubt you’ve heard their version of what happened. Probably talks about me and my brothers rampaging around the Celestial Realm until they finally cast us out?” Lucifer looked to her for confirmation.

“More or less,” Mc conceded.

“I am sure they make me out to be a villain in every way?”

“They say before you became angry, you were the model angel.”

“That is… interesting to know. Thank you for that. Now, where to begin?... Do you know anything about our sister?” Mc shook her head no, and Lucifer sighed angrily, “To think they just… Lilith came into my little makeshift family with Beel and Belphie. They were almost triplets in a sense of the word. Beel was the sun, Belphie the moon and Lilith the stars, though I would argue she shined the most brightly out of them. She was... angelic. They should really point to her as the model angel. She was everything an angel should and could be. Though they were all very close, once Beel made himself my bodyguard, Belphie and Lilith spent a lot of time together. Belphie had a habit of going off the the human realm whenever he could, which was not seen as a good thing, though he knew how to keep himself unattached to the humans he happened to meet, so no one could really do much more than grumble. That is, until Lilith started going down him.

Her heart was so pure and full of love, she ended up falling in love with one of the humans she met. Belphie tried to talk her out of it, but it was no use. When the rumors started, I asked both of them what was going on. From what they both said, it was love at first sight. Though I was furious, I went down myself to meet the man in question, and found myself unable to criticize her. He was everything I could have wanted for my sister.

Unfortunately, he was mortal and he came down with a serious illness. Lilith was devastated. We all tried to tell her this was a good thing. He was a good enough person he would probably join us in the Celestial Realm. I even spoke with my father and got permission for her to lead him to the Celestial Realm when he passed. She wouldn’t listen however. He had told her all about his dreams for the future and she couldn’t let his life end. SO she concocted a plan. I wish she would’ve told me about it earlier, but I only found out about it after the deed had been done. She took a Tarel fruit and fed it to him,” Mc gasped despite herself. That fruit was precious. Michael himself wasn’t allowed any unless Father approved of it. Lucifer didn’t even acknowledge the outburst, “He recovered, obviously, but the damage was irreversible. As punishment for her sins, my father decided she would be put on trial, though we all knew the outcome, “ as did Mc. Either death or complete exile. They were essentially one-and-the-same.

“I had… many issues with the Celestial Realm and how it was run. How it probably still is. I was able to put those all aside however for the sake of my family and my position. This however,” and Mc could see the rage that still filled his eyes, “I could never forgive. Not if it meant the death of our dear baby sister. All my brothers felt the same way, especially Beel and Belphie. We all decided we were going to do something about it. Despite what anyone might say, I did try to go the “correct way” in the beginning. Supplications to my father. Speaking to others that might listen. I think we even tried a petition at one point. Very few would listen. I think there was a level of envy from most of the other angels. They saw in Lilith all their shortcomings, and so they had latched onto the one “bad” thing anyone could ever remember her doing.

“Tensions came to a head one day when I told my father and Michael I would do everything in my power to keep Lilith safe. Michael then looked me dead in the eyes and told me my sister was going to be punished, even if he had to do it himself. I left that meeting trembling with rage, and that’s when I knew I would wage war against anyone who tried to hurt my family, even if that meant fighting my father myself. I flew into the sky that day and sent my declaration of war over the entire Celestial Realm.

“Some came to our aid, but most sat on the opposing side. The war was long and bloody. Many that had flocked to our aid perished, low ranked angels who didn’t stand a chance against the likes of Michael and his bow. On what would come to be known as the last day of the war, we had so few left, my precious family had to be put near the front of the battle. Everything was going fine, and we were actually winning when I saw Michael emerge from the enemy forces. He had spotted Lilith, standing with Beel and Belphie, and I could see his intentions before anyone else. I tried my hardest to reach the three youngest, but a large crowd of angels came to attack me. Whether it was his plan all along to keep me tied up with so many, I don’t know. All I do know is that by the time I had fought off all my attackers it was too late. He had strung three arrows pointing them at my family. They all knew it was coming too, and I watched the panic set in to all three of them, with Beel in the middle. He chose to save Belphie. Lilith went down with an arrow to the wing, which was then followed by three more arrows shot by others, one to her other wing, one to the stomach, and then one to the chest. She looked over to me as she started falling and I…” Lucifer’s voice broke and he had to take a second to compose himself, “Well, let’s just say I will never forget it. After the shock had worn off, I flew after her as she fell. I tried to shoot down as fast as I could hoping to grab her, but it was no use. She crashed into the Devildom, wings singed body broken.

“I didn’t tell anyone about that day for a long time. Eventually I did tell Barbatos and Lord Diavolo who Lilith’s murderer was, which is why Barbatos knew who to send you to for answers. The fact Michael wouldn’t come clean about the whole thing, and that they’ve essentially erased her from history… It makes my blood boil. To see Diavolo acting so chummy with my sister’s murderer…” Mc could see, through the film of tears blocking her vision, Lucifer’s horns starting to emerge again.

Without thinking, she crossed over to him and hugged him, openly weeping. The thought was appalling. Whenever people spoke about the Great Celestial War, they always spoke of Michael’s brilliant tactical genius. They spoke of how he’d helped crush the rebellion, though they had never gone into detail. She now knew why. Lucifer was taken aback for a second by the behavior, but eventually hugged her back.

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So, yeah. That happened.

Likes, shares and comments all vm appreciated.

If y’all got the reference in the beginning, I applaud you and offer the chance to quote her magnificence in the comments or you could send me asks and I will reply with another quote (please take me up on this!)

Part Seventeen

#obm #obey me!#obey me #obey me satan #obey me swd #obey me satan/mc #obey me lucifer #obey me michael #obey me lilith #obey me angst #obey me celestial war #obey me hol #obey me beel

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smolbeanethel · 4 years ago

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Cinammon (Age: 20) (bi)

- The eldest triplet out of Caramel and Chocolat.

- Honestly adores the pastel goth theme- even having forced the other two to keep up such a theme too. - Works at a nail salon. - You can mostly trust her in the kitchen but sometimes she just gets too distracted which can result in trouble.

- Hates having her routine being broken and will often get frustrated when it is- though she is quick to get herself back together again too.

- Takes her siblings out on little outings for boba tea and then a simple stroll around the park- even if one or the other might end up complaining about it. - Totally would peg her darling. She’s a total switch though, she likes taking turns.

- Would even offer to record it too- that sort of thing always gets her hot and bothered.

- Strawberry Milkshakes would be her second favorite drink. Her first drink being; honeydew milk tea.

- Expert liar. She is pretty good at wrapping others around her finger. - Would totally take her darling out on a spa date, she would love for them to be in total comfort. If she were to do it herself, it would likely end with them doing stuff that’s less than innocent with her darling. - Her sight is rather poor but that’s because they are still healing from a certain incident with her master.

- Mentioning her master/adoptive father again, there is a reason she would fear him. So much so that she fears ever bringing them up to her master and vice versa.

- Her sight will always be wonky even after its healed up. His punishments were cruel and she fears them. - One yandere that doesn’t really want to harm her darling, she’d hide them from the world but she would insist that it’s to keep them safe. She’s aware of how cruel this world can be, she only wants them to be safe and comfortable. - Isn’t above killing- she’d gang up on whomever with her brother and sister, they’d work together under these cases.

- If her master we’re to find out about her darling and would want them too- she’d be forced to share. This would result in her likely being punished entirely for fighting back. Ending with her becomming blind.

- She’d still try to spoil her darling as much as she can, their comfort and relaxation means the world to her. Knowing they could be stressed out or hurt- upsets her.

Caramel (Age: 20) (bi) - Pastel Gamer girl!!

- Doesn’t like talking about the left side of her face, just having it be stared at is enough to make her fall silent and back away. - Has spent many nights awake playing video games, sometimes her daring or siblings would have to force her to go to bed on her own. - When that happens, cuddling her is the best option in making her stay in bed. It always works in making her fall asleep too!

- Gets irritated at the mere mention of her master/adoptive father- she tends to get a foul mouth when it comes to him too, it gets her in trouble at times. - The youngest out of her siblings. - Not the most dominant in the bedroom. Unlike her older sister, she gets pretty shy at the mere mention of recording during sex. - Pretty fond of the idea of being fucked when she’s playing a game. She’ll even allow free access to herself just for her darling to do what they want. - Has played plenty of sex/hentai games.

- Her favorite drinks would have to be; Grape crush and then Thai milk tea. Grape crush being her total favorite. She’d love her darling even more if they got her a bottle of it.

- Don’t trust her in the kitchen. Somehow hell breaks loose. She’d even somehow fried a tarantula for her siblings and darling to watch. Not to mention she brought in a weird mixture of monster energy drinks, five hour energy drinks, and Red Bull. To her- what’s the problem with being creative in the kitchen? At-least it isn’t on fire... again.

- Works at a Maid Cafe.

- A lot thicker in the thigh department than her sister, much to Cinnamon’s dismay. Her own chest size being bigger than Cinnamon’s too. Being a triple D cup size while Cinnamon‘s is a c cup.

- Caramel would be punished via having her mouth sewn shut by her master, she never seems to keep her curses to herself when she’s in his presence and he just doesn’t accept disobedience.

- Would also prefer to keep her daring hidden from her master. Going as far as to keep her darling in the dark about her past and parts of her family. If they don’t know, they won’t get hurt. - When it comes to killing people for her darling- she is a fan of using the chainsaw- dismembering her perceived rivals is much easier to her when she’s using the chainsaw. Of course, the other two serve for different methods when it comes to helping her out. - Not a fan of causing her darling direct harm. She kinda tries to make them live a hermit life with her- the outside world just sucks? They only need each other. - If her master are to become aware of her darling and wanted to have them too- she’d have some choice words which would result in her being punished, her darling likely meeting a certain punishment too.

Chocolat (Age: 20) (bi)

- The second eldest between Cinnamon and Caramel.

- He was born deaf, often relying on Cinnamon and Caramel to assist him in terms of socializing with other people. - A bit of a history nerd- he prefers to read books about bits of all kinds of history over other kinda of books. - You can trust him in the kitchen. He actually likes cooking and baking, it makes him happy to be in the kitchen. He fees much better than to simply allow his sisters to hang out in there- they both scare himself when they cook. - He tries to not react fearful about his master but- it’s hard not to when the man has some scary punishments. - A little clumsy compared to his sisters. He almost always ends up with cuts and bruises, they sosmtimes have to tend to him when he gets hurt too. - He prefers coffee with loads of sugar, to the point it might as well be a liquified chocolate bar. He does like chocolate milkshakes too. - Has a pet bird. It’s his most treasured companion. - Another switch. He’s never been pegged before but if his darling was really interested in trying it, he wouldn’t mind, they’d just better spoil him beforehand.

- Works as a maid for his master. Just as both of his sisters do, he really doesn’t want to voice his disdain about being forced to dress up like this- being punished isn‘t exactly ideal. - He is wary about hiding his darling from his master, he wants them to be safe but he also is fearful about catching his master’s rage. Ultimately, he’d choose to stay with his darling, his master shouldn’t know about their place and- they should be safe from him. He hopes.

- While Caramel opts for using a chainsaw to get rid of her rivals, he prefers to use methods of strangulation. Cinnamon is the one who finds creative ways to hide the bodies. - Sometimes treats his darling as if they dare dumb but he loves them all the same too. They’re precious to him.

- The chances of his master finding out about his darling is enough to send him into an anxiety attack. Concern for their wellbeing would be high- he hates the idea of sharing them with such a brute but knows when to shut his mouth. He’s always looking out for his darling though, he’ll take any punishment for them.

Charles (Age: 44) (bi)

- A good friend of Marx, the two sometimes hang out and chat over a good beer.

- He adopted the triplets when he was around 30, the three would sometimes only converse to each-other through whispers which often left him out. It irked him a bit.

- His punishments towards them are cruel but he always tells them that he does it because he loves them, he doesn’t hate them. He just wants them to learn their place, even if he has to look like the bad guy to them.

- Has a bad smoking habit.

- Bar tender!

- Severe cat allergy. He can’t stand to be around them but if his darling persists, he “might” put up with it.

- Sharing is caring in his opinion.

- Grew up in a wealthy family, so he believes its only natural that he treats the three as his maids. He’s given them so much too- they aren’t just simple workers, he allows them to have their own lives, they just need to listen.

- Most of his staff are combat ready. He won’t hire anyone he believes is weak or inferior. - Gets off to the idea of making his darling into a cute little maid. It doesn’t matter what their gender is, they’ll be his cute little maid and they will like it.

- Pretty rough in the bedroom. Often after sex, his poor darling would have trouble walking straight. Does he care? A bit? But he is certainly amused by it too.

- Don’t bother trying to help the three escape him, it won’t work. It’s nice that you take your role as parent over them very seriously but... they don’t need to be protected from him. He loves them. He also loves you- but seems his little darling will need to learn too. - Sex with him will be brutal when he feels you’ve betrayed him. He might mock you and feel bad for you but in the end, he’ll twist it around to say that you’ve hurt his feelings. Made him feel like he was some kind of monster. He loves you and this is how you repay him?

- Rivals? While he doesn’t feel threatened by them, having them in the picture would be a huge no no. He’ll let his precious maids deal with them, they’ll make sure there won’t be any trace of that person anymore.

- Won’t blame this on the darling. Part of him is aware that this is all on him, not them. Does he want to change that? No. This is just proof of how much he loves his darling. - He won’t be cruel like Marx who would take it all out on the darling, he wants them to fear and respect him but he doesn’t want them to cower in fear at the sight of him. He’d rather they come to love him. Do they want him to spoil them? He can. Anything they want, freedom just won’t be an option. - Acts like he is pretty chill but it isn’t hard to see that the chill act can be easily dropped when he feels like he finally is out of control. That might be the rare time/moment where he’d deal with whatever it is- own his own.

#Yandere ocs #Caramel #Cinnamon #Chocolat #Charles

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sheliesshattered · 5 years ago

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This Isn’t A Ghost Story - Chapter 1

Whouffaldi non-canon AU. 8 chapters, will be about 32,000 words when complete. Rated Mature for heavier themes in later chapters, please contact me privately if you’re worried about triggering topics. Clara Oswald/Twelfth Doctor. Mystery, pining and angst with a happy ending. Available on AO3 under the same username and title. Updates every Friday.

This Isn’t A Ghost Story

Chapter 1: The House

14 November 2014, London

There was a certain amount of irony, Clara reflected, that her first reaction was I’m going to kill him.

Her ‘special friend’ had just cost her the sale of her late grandmother’s house. Again. This had to be roughly the twelfth adorable family or nice couple that had stepped into her ancestral family home only to turn tail and run before they’d even had a chance to hear about the antique hardwood floors or the fully restored kitchen. At this point, he wasn’t even being subtle about it anymore.

The longer the house sat on the market, the fewer calls she was getting to schedule walk-throughs of the property. She was beginning to worry that word of the house’s strangeness was getting around the local real estate community. If things kept up at this rate, she was going to end up permanently saddled with an inheritance whose tax burden she could barely afford, in the form of a one hundred and thirty year old, gorgeous, sprawling, haunted house.

Clara used her key to let herself in through the ornate front door, grumbling under her breath. As soon as she closed the door behind her, the cabinets in the kitchen began to rattle ominously.

“Oh, shut up,” she snapped, dropping her purse and keys on the small table in the foyer. “It’s just me.”

The door to one of the bedrooms upstairs slammed shut.

She groaned and buried her face in her hands and counted to ten before looking up again. “Listen, I get that you’re cross with me for bringing people by, but I am beyond livid with you, so let’s skip the part where I yell and you throw things and just agree to be angry with each other in silence, okay?”

The house went quiet in a manner entirely too creepy for her liking. If not for the undercurrent of petulant passive-aggressiveness, she might have actually been scared.

Not that Clara had ever really been scared of the ghost that lived in her Gran’s house. He had never once made her feel unsafe, not since she’d first spoken to him as a small child. But the sudden silence was still unnerving.

“Well, good,” she said into the preternatural stillness, more to prove to herself that she wasn’t scared than anything else. “It’s nice to actually be able to hear myself think, for a change.”

The top step of the staircase creaked once, as if to make a point.

“Still shut up,” she grumbled.

She went about the short list of tasks she’d come to see to, putting away the food she’d set out for the potential home buyers, watering the plants, closing the curtains, and flicking on a few lamps to make the house look lived-in. Of course, she didn’t envy anyone who tried to break into the house while it sat apparently empty. At some level, a poltergeist was better home protection than a dog could ever be.

Her chores complete, Clara returned to the foyer to find her purse where she’d left it, but her keys conspicuously missing. She sighed, hands on her hips, and turned towards the cold spot she could feel forming near the foot of the stairs. He was nothing but a faint wispy outline in the direct light of the setting sun filtering through the stained glass window over the front door, but even that outline was familiar enough that Clara was able to find his eyes and fix him with a displeased glare.

“Where are my keys?” she demanded. She still hadn’t forgiven him for his behaviour earlier, and she was in no mood to play find-the-lost-trinket tonight.

“I didn’t want you to leave before I could apologise,” the ghost said, not quite meeting her gaze. His voice raised gooseflesh along her arms, as usual, but she much preferred the low rumble of his Scottish brogue to the slamming of doors and rattling of cupboards. Not that she would ever openly admit that to him.

“So apologise and tell me where you’ve hidden my keys!”

“Clara,” he said, and she clenched her teeth against the shivery reaction she always had to the way he said her name, like it had been invented just so he could say it. There were days when she lived for that rush — and many, many lonely nights, in her love-struck teenaged years — but today was absolutely not one of them.

“...Was there more to that sentence?” she asked when he didn’t go on. “Saying my name does not constitute an apology.”

He glanced up at her, looking increasingly solid as the sunlight waned. “I’m sorry I upset you. That wasn’t my intention.”

“No, your intention was to make certain I can’t sell this house, and don’t bother to deny it.”

He chewed his incorporeal lip for a moment, then shrugged. “I won’t deny it. I don’t want you to sell the house. But I’m still sorry I upset you.”

Clara sighed. “I have to sell it. You know this. And someday, someone too brave or too stupid to fall for all your clattering will decide to buy this place, and that’ll be that.”

“Don’t say that,” he pleaded, his eyes glinting blue in the gathering dusk.

“It’s the reality of the situation, so you’d best start making peace with it,” she said evenly. Another irony not lost on her: arguing the state of reality with a man dead nearly a century. “Now, where are my keys?”

Her ghost hesitated. “You don’t have to leave,” he said. “You could stay?”

“I never stay the night in this house. That was your advice to me, more than twenty years ago. No sense in breaking with tradition.”

“I think maybe I was being overly paranoid at the time.”

“And I think maybe you’re acting like a lonely old man now,” Clara snarked back.

“Alone in a house that you of all people are dead-set on evicting me from? I can’t imagine why I’d be lonely!”

“It’s not like you’re stuck here! You’re not tied to the house, you can go anywhere you want!”

“But it’s my house!”

“Keys, now!” she snapped. “Traffic is already going to be horrendous—”

“All the more reason to stay,” he said petulantly.

“But,” she went on forcefully, speaking over him, “tomorrow’s Saturday, so I have the day off work. If you tell me where my keys are, I’ll come back first thing in the morning. I still need to finish going through all those old boxes in the attic. We can spend the day working on that together, okay?”

“You’re going to drive all the way home only to turn around and come back in the morning? Why not just—”

“Or I could spend the day doing something fun with people my own age, very far away from here,” she bluffed. “Your choice.”

“Oh, fine,” he said, shoulders sagging. “Your keys are hidden in the parlour, I’ll show you where.”

“Thank you,” she said mildly, and followed him into the next room.

As promised, Clara arrived back at her grandmother’s house early the next morning, take-away coffee cup in hand. There had been a moment, whilst she stood in the queue to order, when she’d found herself thinking she ought to get two coffees, bring her ghost a peace offering to smooth over their row from the night before. Thankfully she’d realised how ridiculous that sounded before it was her turn to order, but she still felt strangely off balance as she unlocked the front door and let herself in, like she had forgotten something important.

“Hey,” she called to the empty house, as soon as she closed the door behind her. “It’s just me, no need to go rattling the hinges on my account.”

Her ghost appeared in a shadowy corner of the foyer, smiling at her shyly. “Good morning, my Clara,” he said. “You look lovely today. Have you had a wash?”

She narrowed her eyes at him, trying to ignore the somersaulting of her heart at the way he said her name. My Clara. “Why are you being nice?”

“Because it works on you,” he shrugged nonchalantly. “And because I really am sorry about yesterday,” he added.

“Well, apology accepted,” Clara said. “And I’m sorry I yelled at you. The process of selling this place has been entirely too stressful, and I’m really starting to worry it won’t happen before the property taxes are due,” she sighed.

He ran a semi-transparent hand through the short curls at the back of his head, the ring he wore on his left hand briefly catching the light. “Yeah, about that...”

She winced. “What did you do?”

“The post came early today,” he said, voice even more apologetic than before. “I didn’t open it, but one of the envelopes has a rather official looking return address. I put it on the dining room table for you.”

She left her keys and purse on the table by the door and trudged off to the dining room, unable to contain her groan when she saw the envelope in question. Opening it, she found that he was right: property taxes were due in six weeks, the total even higher than she had anticipated. It was more than she made in a month at her teaching job. Even with the small amount she had stashed away in savings, she would hardly be able to pay it and the rent on her flat, and still expect to feed herself.

“What about the rest of your inheritance?” he asked, sounding genuinely worried.

“I put it all into fixing up this place to sell,” she said.

“Which I’ve made impossible,” he murmured.

Clara covered her face with her hands, trying not to cry and hoping he wouldn’t notice. Yes, he was the reason she hadn’t been able to sell the house to any of the dozen or so buyers who had shown initial interest. But he was also the only one in her life who even knew or cared what she was going through.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” she told him honestly, still hiding behind her hands. “If I don’t pay it, they’ll just add late fees on top of that already ridiculously large sum. If I can’t sell the house soon...”

She felt a cold touch drift across the back of her hands, felt her hair stir in a nonexistent breeze, and wished, not for the first time in her life, that her ‘special friend’ was the sort of friend who could offer a hug when she so desperately needed one.

“I don’t suppose there’s a secret stash of diamonds in the attic?” she asked him, only half joking. “Or a map to buried treasure?”

“You are descended from a line of exceptionally adventuresome women,” he replied, voice sounding distant and thoughtful. “I haven’t been up to the attic in years. I don’t know what all is in there, but anything is possible.”

Clara dropped her hands from her face and squared her shoulders, not looking at her ghost until she was certain she wouldn’t spontaneously burst into tears. “Well, let’s hope there’s something up there that will help.”

The attic had never been Clara’s favourite place in her Gran’s house, cramped and dusty and full of ancient boxes that gave off a far creepier vibe than the literal ghost had ever managed to do. But on the plus side, it was also windowless, dim enough that he was able to appear to her in a fairly solid state and even move lightweight objects as though he were a real person existing in the real world.

She had removed the larger pieces from the attic weeks ago, furniture and blanket chests and trunks of old clothing, all sorted through and donated to charity or brought back to her flat, or else restored to the best of Clara’s ability and set out to decorate the house in a manner befitting its age. All that remained were boxes of keepsakes, photographs and journals and old letters, small family things that required far more of her attention to sort through.

Despite the lingering threat of the taxes due, it was a pleasant morning, sitting together amidst the papers and dust, slowly uncovering the history of her family, layer on layer, like an archaeologist digging through levels of sediment. Her Gran had spent her entire life in this house, from the time she was a baby, used it as a homebase during her adventurous youth, married and raised her own daughter in it, and continued to live in it after her husband died. The boxes that littered the attic bore witness to all those many decades.

“Oh my god, these photos of Mum,” Clara said, turning the yellowed album towards her ghost so he could see them, in all their early 1970s glory. “She must have been, what, about fifteen in these?”

“Ellie’s first formal school dance,” he confirmed, leaning in to examine the photos. “With that older boy, I forget his name. Your grandfather did not approve.”

Clara snorted. “Can’t say I blame him. Look at those sideburns. I’m not sure I would have let her go out with him at all.”

“They had a huge row about it, if I remember correctly. In the end, your grandmother took your mother’s side, and she was allowed to go.”

“Why didn’t you ever appear to any of them?” she asked, flipping through the pages and pausing to linger on what looked to be polaroids of a rugby game. “You were here all that time, but you never talked to anyone until I came along?”

He shrugged. “You were the only one that was you.”

“Thanks. That clears it right up.”

“It’s the only answer I’ve got,” he objected.

“I scared the daylights out of Mum and Gran when I told them about you, I was probably all of six years old at the time.”

“Five, I think,” he said quietly.

“God, five. I might have a heart attack if my five year old started talking very confidently about her special friend the ghost that lives at Gran’s house.”

“I seem to remember advising you against telling them.”

“And in all the time you’ve known me, when have I ever taken your advice?” she asked archly.

“Hmm. There was that one time you actually listened to me, about that chap you were dating, what’s-his-name.”

Clara winced, remembering it all too well. “I thought we agreed never to speak of him again.”

“Gladly,” her ghost replied emphatically.

She shook her head, more than happy to dismiss the subject. “As a child it didn’t make sense to me not to tell Mum and Gran about you. You live in Gran’s house, the house where Mum grew up, I just assumed they already knew about you. I mean, why wouldn’t they?”

“I’m not sure I could have talked to them, even if I’d wanted to. And I never did want to.”

Clara turned her gaze to him, studying his face in the dimness. Without direct sunlight, he looked almost human, almost alive, the blue of his eyes and the salt and pepper of his hair appearing so very real, so very close at hand. He still seemed as ageless to her now as he had when she was a child. Ageless and ancient, wise and funny, solemn and sardonic. She thought perhaps she knew his face better than any other, living or dead.

“But why didn’t you ever want to talk to them?” she pressed.

“Why do you need a key to enter the house?” he asked in response.

She felt her eyebrows come together in consternation. “Because the door is locked.”

“But why that key?”

“Because... that’s the key that fits. That’s the key that goes with that lock.”

He shrugged, most of his attention on the page of the journal he’d been perusing. “You are the key that fits. I can’t give you a better answer than that.”

Chapter 2: The Box

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shadow-sovereign · 5 years ago

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1. So, here is another idea: The relationship between South Korea and Japan are bad, so one of the politicans comes up with an idea: a hunter exchange programm between Korea and Japan. Some hunters from Korea stay with the Drawn Sword Guild and some hunters form Japan stay with one of their guilds. Each hunter has a "mentor" in the guild they are staying. Jin-Woo is among the hunters who go to Japan and his mentor is Goto Ryuji who is not happy playing babysitter for an E-Rank hunter.

2. But he has to play nice because of politics. So Jin-Woo is living with Ryuji. Ryuji’s first impression of the Korean is: "weak but kind of cute" and "looks like a puppy". Of course Jin-Woo still goes into Gates (with other D and E rank hunters) and one day the dual-dungeon-incident happens. They suspect that he experienced a double awakening, but their magical power detector says otherwise. Ryuji is still suspicious because Jin-Woo feels different to his senses.

3. As if something about him has changed so he watches him. And every day he feels stronger than before, and suddenly he grows muscles over night. He is like a puzzle Ryuji can not resist solving. They get closer every day. But Jin-Woo’s time in Japan runs out and he has to return to Korea.

This would be a very interesting dynamic. Ryuji as a general rule does not respect Hunters that are weak. He would not have a very high opinion of Jin-Woo at first. Even his reasons for being a Hunter would just be baffling to him.

Putting his life on the line to keep his mother on life support? It would be one thing if it was for life-saving treatment, to actually make his mother better. He could understand making that kind of sacrifice for a parent if it would actually save the person. But to make an indefinite sacrifice for a parent that’s always going to be in a coma?

I see Ryuji as maybe being a dutiful son, but not being particularly close to them. Maybe they were the kind of parents who worked a lot and thought the way to make your kid happy was through material goods. He always had food, nice clothes, and plenty of gifts on his birthday and holidays. Did it really matter if they weren’t always home on time for dinner?

This has led to Ryuji to being distant in general and very self-sufficient. He doesn’t feel comfortable opening up to others or forming attachments to them. That distance from humanity led to feeling superiority to humanity. He convinced himself that he doesn’t need others, so he must be better than them.

Watching Jin-Woo constantly getting hurt for someone else’s sake doesn’t really change his mind, either. Maybe he’ll even try to talk Jin-Woo out of it, as an odd form of pity. He can at least respect how persist Jin-Woo is at working towards his goals, even if he thinks said goals are pointless.

The conversation doesn’t really go over well. E-rank Jin-Woo is kind of timid, but he’s absolutely livid at this self-absorbed rich asshole telling him to let his mother die….because it doesn’t benefit him?? Maybe he goes on a rant about all that his mother has done for him growing up and not wanting her to die is reason enough for his sacrifice.

It could possibly lead to them discussing different philosophies later, assuming I can figure out how to write that. At the very least, I want them to have a discussion about the inherent value of human lives and how people don’t have to be “useful”. It’ll at least make Ryuji introspective, but I don’t think he’s going to have a big change of heart right away. He’ll eventually learn how to care about people, but he’s always going to be a bit selfish.

Now, winding back to the start – how does Jin-Woo get selected for the exchange program? He’s the weakest Hunter there is. ‘Wouldn’t it look bad on Korea for me to get sent over?’, he asks. But the fact that he keeps working as a Hunter despite his weakness is exactly why they chose him.

Unlike Ryuji, other people are quite moved by his story. About how he risks his life every time he steps through a gate to pay his mother’s hospital bills. How he raised his sister after their mother fell into a coma, their father presumed killed in a gate. And how he’s raising money to put her through university.

In addition to what they normally pay him to go through Gates, they give him extra for every day he’s in Japan, plus they pay for his travel expenses. Plane ticket and a decent budget for food. With him staying with Ryuji, he at least doesn’t have to pay for housing in Japan, which is useful since he still has to pay the bills for his sister in Korea.

It’s difficult for him to be separated from her for so long. Perhaps the exchange program could be about a year long. In the beginning, Jin-Woo video calls her every day, but that gradually shifts into 2-3 times a week as they get used to the separation.

Ryuji’s not happy about having someone in his space, but he’s playing along with this situation for political reasons. He understands that public opinion is its own type of power, especially when it’ll determine who’s willing to do business with you.

When he gets Jin-Woo home, he lays out some basic ground rules. Like, no eating outside of the kitchen/dining area. He owns his own apartment on the top floor of some tall building. He doesn’t want his carpets getting stained or food spilled on his couches. But he doesn’t have expensive vases and statues laying around, waiting to give Jin-Woo a heart attack with one wrong move. (He does have some fancy artwork, but you’re a lot less likely to knock that off the wall than an expensive vase off a shelf.)

Basically, Ryuji is reasonable in the house rules he sets. He doesn’t try to intimidate Jin-Woo, but he’s not particularly friendly either. In the beginning, he’ll probably ignore Jin-Woo for the most part. But he keeps getting reports of how Jin-Woo was injured in this raid and that raid (healed before he gets back to Ryuji’s apartment. He’s going on raids with Ryuji’s guild and Ryuji always insists on a healer with every raid, low ranked or not. The healer fees are less expensive than the insurance payouts.)

Eventually, Ryuji gets curious about the way Jin-Woo thinks. How he can keep going on dangerous raids to pay for the hospital bills of a mother who’s never going to wake up. That’s when they start having more regular conversations, trying to understand the other’s point of view.

They’re not quite friends by the time Jin-Woo encounters the Double Dungeon, but they’re close enough that Ryuji visits him in the hospital. Maybe Ryuji realizes that he would be at least briefly upset if the kid died, which is more than he can say for most people.

He notices pretty quickly when Jin-Woo starts changing. Not only is he suddenly doing exercise every day, but he’s gaining muscles and height. The muscles could be hidden by clothes, but he’s not going to miss that the kid he’s been living with for months is suddenly taller.

They start spending more time together as Ryuji tries to figure out what’s going on. Jin-Woo deflects some of the questions, but doesn’t outright tell Ryuji it’s none of his business. Maybe Jin-Woo likes that he’s got more of Ryuji’s attention now. (Though if Ryuji had completely ignored him when he was weaker, he’d be ignoring Ryuji now. He won’t get closer to someone who’s only interested in him now that he’s stronger.)

As Jin-Woo becomes stronger, he becomes more confident as well. He’s more bold in how he states his opinion, no more stuttering or nervous fidgeting. The change makes a remarkable difference. Add that to his changing body and Ryuji realizes he’s starting to become attracted to Jin-Woo. (The real question is whether Jin-Woo will notice on his own. I headcanon him as not having much experience with romance before the Double Dungeon incident. He was too busy going on raids and taking care of his sister.)

Perhaps he and Ryuji spar a few times before Jin-Woo has to go back to Korea? Ryuji obviously notices that Jin-Woo is stronger every time, wondering how this is possible and when Jin-Woo’s growth will stop. He’s both relieved and disappointed that he didn’t get to see Jin-Woo reach his own strength before he had to return home, almost looking forward to sparring with him as an equal.

I’m not sure about the timeline of everything. Perhaps Jin-Woo is in Japan for another two months after the Double Dungeon incident. He doesn’t go on raids during that time, focusing on getting stronger. He’s trying to avoid having his increased strength be noticed until he reaches S-rank.

Ryuji would probably help cover for him, saying that Jin-Woo is recovering from the trauma or something. He doesn’t have anything to gain by selling Jin-Woo out, especially not compared to having an S-rank Hunter as an ally.

So, Jin-Woo goes back to Korea, perhaps in time to save Yoo Jin-Ho’s life? The timeline’s probably going to be slightly off from canon to make everything work, but I’m not sure the Novel ever explained how fast things were happening anyway.

I think I’ll stop here. When I get around to writing this, then I’ll do more brainstorming. (Thank you for this suggestion, by the way. It probably wouldn’t have occurred to me to have E-rank Jin-Woo interacting with Ryuji at all without this idea. But this Hunter Exchange program means that Ryuji will have no choice but to pay attention to him, when he would have otherwise ignored such a low level Hunter.)

And a reminder to my followers, feel free to send in any of your fic ideas! I’d love to see them. ^_^

#Solo Leveling #Goto Ryuji #Sung Jin Woo #Sung Jin Woo x Goto Ryuji #fic ideas #fic ideas submission #Hunter Exchange #Ruby

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that-trash08 · 5 years ago

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Backstage - Ch.2

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Heres the link if you havent read the first one: Part 1

Title: Backstage

Type: Angst to Fluff

Pairings: Analogical, past Prinxiety, Prinxiety

TW: Swearing, heartbreak(lemme know if there's anything else I should add)

Notes: Pink is both Roman and Virgil(keep reading to find out ;3), anything that {looks like this} is a character's thoughts

Summary: He thought they were inseparable. They both couldn't stand being away from each other. Guess Virgil had different ideas. One day Virgil had a little chat with Roman and it went south. Roman didn't take the news well and avoided Virgil for a while. As Roman was breaking, Virgil found light at the end of the dark tunnel, Logan. He and Virgil got together. And they were so happy. And Roman now has to watch from the side, feeling ever so hopeless that Virgil will change his mind.

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Previously: ...As Roman was shattering, Virgil asked, "Hey lo, can I talk to you? Alone?" Logan nodded and they went into the kitchen. Virgil knew this moment wasn't right, but he couldn't hold back any longer. He was going to confess to Logan and hope for the best.

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Virgil and Logan walked into the kitchen. Virgil sat himself up on the counter and Logan leaned against the counter next to him. "So," Logan started, "What is it you needed to tell me?" Virgil started to play with his hands as his anxiety increased a little. {Okay, you got this! You can do this, just spot it out and hope for the best...but what about Roman? God this could hurt him more...GAH, WHY ARE FELLINGS SO DIFFICULT TO DEAL WITH-} "You good there, Virgil? If it's something personal please, take all the time you need. I'll wait until you're ready to speak" Virgil was struggling to respond.

"Oh uh....yeah, sorry. I'm good...I'm just trying to get my thoughts together.." He thought about how he wanted to approach the topic, and with a heavy gulp, he spoke. "O-okay, so...I know this is sort of a wrong time but I just...I've been thinking recently and I..." the words fired in his throat. "I uh- I-I-" Logan raised a brow. {CODE RED! WHAT'RE YOU DOING MAN?! YOU'RE BLOWING IT!!! JUST SPIT IT OUT GOD DAMMIT!!} Shutting his eyes tightly, Virgil blurted out, "I LIKE YOU!" There was a moment of silence before any of them spoke.

"You...do.." Logan paused for a moment. "Do you mean it?"

"I, yeah..Yeah, of course I mean it! Why wouldn't I?" Virgil could of sworn he saw literal sparkles in Logan's eyes. A wide smile spread across Logan's face as he picked Virgil up off the counter top and spun him around. Virgil was a little surprised at first but both broke into smiles and giggles. Logan eventually put Virgil down and both were out of breath. They took a moment to regain their breath, and then Logan was the first to speak.

"I know I'm not great in the feelings department, but I feel so elated right now. I've felt the same way for quite a while now and I've never known how to say so. Especially since you were with Roman for so long-" He cut himself off. "Speaking of, aren't you two still together?"

Virgil sighed. "As of today, no... that's why if he seems off for while, that's the reason as to why. I just...I don't know. I felt like there was something missing...I felt like that thing missing was with you. I didn't want to lead him on and just hurt him more, so I did what I thought was the right thing...." Logan took a moment to process the information. "I see.. Well I understand, and if there's anything I can help you with, if gladly be there for you." He gave a soft smile. Virgil shared that same smile.

"And you say you're not good with emotions." Logan just shrugged.

"I'm better with some emotional things than others, I guess." After a fee more moments of chatting, they went back to the living room and sat next to each other.

"Ooh, what's going on here?" Patton teased, giving Logan and Virgil a knowing look. Both Logan and Virgil went to Patton for help with how they felt, and Patton did his best to give them the best advise he could. Virgil stuck his tongue out playfully while Logan just rolled his eyes. Patton gave a small giggle and congratulated them.

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Over the span of days, to weeks, to months, Roman has been more and more down. Virgil was the love of his life. He put all his time and effort into their relationship, just fornit all to go down the drain. It killed him every time when he'd see Virgil cuddling with Logan on the couch, or when they'd hold hands under the table at dinner. He tried to deflect his pain any time someone asked him, "Are you okay?" He'd lie and say he was fine, but he wasn't. He just wasn't. He'd commonly think, {How do I erase you voice, your smile, and our memories? I loved you, I thought we were meant to be! This isn't fair, I still need you! I promise, I'll do better, just please, come back....please...} One night, it was really late, and everyone had gone to their rooms except for Logan and Virgil. They were going to have a movie night, just the two of them. Virgil was going to get a few things from his room when he heard Roman singing in his room. He decided to stand outside and listen, just to hear what he was singing.

Mercy, why you gotta show up, looking so good just to hurt me? Why you wanna stop this whole damn world from turning?

Mercy, why you hanging on so tight if this ain't working? Why you wanna stop this flame if its still burning? Cuz it's still burning...

So if you're gonna break my heart, just break it. And if you're gonna shot, then take it, take it! And if you've made up you're mind, then make it, make this fast...

If you ever loved me.... he paused and shakely sung the part. Have mercy...

Virgil put a hand over his mouth as tears sprung to his eyes. He heard Roman pick up again and kept listening.

If you go out tonight and get drunk and lonely...

Wind up home alone, please don't call me, and say you miss me...no...

Virgil quietly sung along to the next part as he heard Roman let loose. Roman didn't care for who heard him. He was hurting, and he needed to let it out.

If you're gonna break my heart, just break it! And if you're gonna take you're shot, then take it, take it! And if you've made up you're mind, then make it, make this fast...

If you ever loved me.... Have mercy!

As Roman continues to sing, Virgil can hear the shakiness in his voice. It's so painful to hear him like this... he thought. Roman started to whisper sing the next part:

If you're gonna break my heart, just break it... If you're gonna take your shot, take it...Take it,

Woah, if you're gonna break my heart, just break it. And if you're gnna take your shot, then take it, take it! And if you've made up your mind, then make it, make this fast...

If you ever loved me...mmm...

Roman paused, taking a break to collect himself. He was in so much hurt and pain he didn't know how to describe it.

If you ever loved me...have mercy...

Oh, have mercy...oh,have mercy...

Roman refused to sing the last line, so very quietly, Virgil finished it for him.

...Have mercy...

Virgil quickly and quietly went to his room to grab the needed materials and went downstairs to Logan. He put everything down on the floor and curled up next to Logan, starting to cry into his chest. "Stardust, what's wrong? What happened?" Virgil just shook his head and mumbled, "later..." Logan wrapped his arms around Virgil protectively, not wanting to ever let go. Logan quickly got up and got the blankets and remote, turning on the movie and making a protective cocoon around Virgil, holding him in his arms. They both fell asleep there, cuddled together.

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In the middle of the night, Roman grew hungry and needed something, anything. He sighed and went downstairs, making sure to be quiet on the stairs to not wake anyone. To no surprise, he saw Virgil cuddled up to Logan on the couch. He made made his way to the kitchen and grabbed a jar of crofters. Was it their last jar? Yes, but he'd go out and get more in the morning. Or afternoon, whichever time he felt like going at. He grabbed a spoon as well and went upstairs. At the same moment, Virgil slowly woke up and got a glimpse at Roman. His gut twisted in all kinds of ways and he clung to Logan a little tighter.

In the Morning

Virgil woke up at morning and stretched and yawned. He went to say good morning to Logan but was met with the smell of breakfast. He followed his nose to the kitchen, where he saw Logan making breakfast. Virgil noticed there was some sort of secret hidden in his eyes, he just couldn't tell what it was. "Good morning, Stardust! I made you your favorite, pancakes with strawberries on the side." Logan gave a little smile and handed Virgil his plate. Virgil tried to give Logan a kiss on the cheek to thank him, but he shied away from it. Virgil didn't understand. He'd done it so many other times, why was this time different?

"Thank you, my moon shine. I appreciate this."Logan nodded and pulled out a seat for Virgil. Virgil sat down and Logan scooted his chair in. After Virgil was situated, he tool his seat at the table. Breakfast was quieter than usual. After eating, Virgil broke the silence.

"Logan, is there something wrong? You've been acting weird the whole morning..?

"How so?" Logan shot back.

"It's just...you seem conflicted about something. I sense there's something you need to say, but you don't know how to say it."

Logan looked confused. "It's nothing like that at all stardust. I was just thinking about last night. You came downstairs with tears in your eyes, ready to bust at any second. When I tried asking what was wrong, you just pushed the question away and held on a little tighter. I sensed it when Roman came down the stairs, cause you held on to me tighter. So what did he do to make you so upset?" Logan asked. {Shit, he's really worried, isn't he?} Virgil thought. He took a deep breath and explained everything. How he heard Roman singing, an only wanted to stick around to hear what song it was, but ended up staying until the very end. He mentioned how hurt Roman sounded, how he was barely able to keep himself together singing. As he ranted, he let his heart take over and accidentally admitted he missed Roman, and how even though he found the piece he was looking for, every other piece felt missing. Logan listened to it all and processed. Logan took in a small breath and started to speak. He couldn't believe what he was about to say.

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Over the past couple of weeks, Logan started to notice the longing look whenever Virgil saw Roman. How apologetic he looked. How if Roman were to ask him to come back, he'd gently put him down and go back to Roman. Logan's been thinking about this for a while, and he thinks this is the right thing to do for the both of them.

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"Look V, this has been in my mind for a while now, and I think it's time we part ways.. I don't want to hold you back and keep you waiting when there's someone who needs you right now. And don't worry about me, alright? I'm being completely honest when I say this, I'll be alright." He blushes a little bit and rubs the back of his neck with one hand. "I knew this might have happened within these past few weeks, and there's someone in mind I think I've, how do you say it? 'I think I've fallen for?'" Both of them giggled a little bit.

"You're sure you want to do this Lo?" Virgil asked. Logan reached out for Virgil's hand.

"Yeah, I'm sure." They both smiled and stood up, both giving each other a hug. After a bit they both let go. "Alright, go talk to him.. he needs you." Virgil gave him a gentle smile and quickly make his way to the stairs. He dashed up the stairs and made his way to Roman's room. He brought his hand up to the door, hesitating to knock. His hand hovered in the same position for a few minutes. {C'mon Virge, just knock! He'll..he'll answer the door, and you and Roman can talk things out and it'll be fine..yeah, everything will be fine..} he thought. He tried a few times to knock, but kept hesitating. {But wait, what if he won't listen to you? What if he hates you and doesn't even want to talk to you? What if he won't even give you the time of day to explain yourself and shuts you out and never speaks to you again and everything goes into a downward spiral and everyone will hate you for what you did?! } Virgil started to panic, his thoughts getting worse by the second. Before he could even second guess himself, he knocked on the door and waited for a response. He heard shuffling from the other side of the door and was surprised Roman actually opened the door.

Roman was surprised to see Virgil at his door. "Virgil..?" Roman asked. Before Roman could say anything more, Virgil spoke up.

"Roman, listen. I am so, so, so so sorry for everything. I didn't want to tell you at the time cause I was struggling to tell you how I felt on the day of the breakup, but I felt like there was a singular piece missing to my puzzle. I thought that maybe it was with Logan and at the time, it was. But then I realized that once I found the missing piece, it's like someone knocked the puzzle off the table and all the pieces went everywhere, loosing most of the pieces. I tried for awhile to hide it and be happy with Logan, but I just...I saw the way you'd look at us. I saw hurt and jelousy in your gaze. I get if you want to be mad at be right now, or you don't want to talk for a while, but Roman," Virgil paused. "Please promise once the cloid in yoyr heas is gone, you'll come back to me. I promise I won't leave again..I'll stay till the end of time..just please, come back to me..." Both of them stood in silence. Roman was shocked for what came out of Virgil's mouth. But that feeling quickly became happiness and he met Virgil's lips with his own. He wrapped his arms around the others waist. Virgil was surprised at first, but melted into it and wrapped his arms around the back of Roman's neck. They soon pulled away and Roman held on to Virgil tightly, never wanting to let go. In that moment, it was just the two of them. It felt right in that moment. So right. So perfect.

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As the weeks went by, Roman's mood began to increase. At first, Virgil gave Roman his space, letting Roman get adjusted to the new fact that they were together again and he was no longer "backstage." At night, there were times where Roman woke up to not having Virgil there, and would sometimes forget that their relationship was once more. But he'd quickly remember and text Virgil. After a while though, the two grew closer again, and everything was back to almost normal. The next years for them were going to be amazing.

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Oh. My. God. After 20 million eons, it is finally here! I had so much fun writing this, but like I mentioned a few posts back, there was a lot of family shit getting in the way and it made me feel less motivated to do anything. I actually had this all written before and there were going to be other parts, but my dumb self accidently deleted it and so I had to restart. Then more family shit started to pop off and....yeah. Honestly, this came out way better than what I orginaly had. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed backstage! If there are any prompts or anything you'd like me or write let me know! I'd be glad to make them, I have a lot of fun writing this stuff. Alrighty, be safe guys, live you all so much!!❤

#thomas sanders #sanders sides #patton sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #analogical #prinxiety

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ft-dads-au · 5 years ago

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Chance Encounter - Chapter 5 (Final)

Home for the Holidays 2019 Prompt: Limits A collaboration by @mdelpin and @oryu404 AO3 | FF.Net | Prev: Ch 4

6:40 pm - 7:15 pm Members are encouraged to talk about any issues or share successes

"Alright, that was incredibly uhm, informational?" Gildarts muttered, "Anyway, on to my favorite part. For those of you joining us for the first time, this is the part of the meeting where we talk about what's going on with us. Any issues that we're facing or anything we managed that we're proud of. Keep it to kids/family stuff, I'm looking at you Wakaba, no one needs to hear more about your fights with Millgana.”

"Let's start with the positive things first, does anyone have something good to share?" Macao asked even as he snickered at a man with a pompadour hairdo that Rogue could only assume was Wakaba.

One of the other dads got up from his seat, smiling widely. He had short dark hair and was wearing a blue t-shirt with the Magnolia Police Department logo. "It's my daughter Asuka's birthday today. She turned six and wanted to celebrate with you guys as well."

Upon hearing her name, Asuka left the play area and rushed to her father's side, "Is it cupcake time, daddy?" she asked, jumping up and down in excitement.

"Yes it is," he assured her, still smiling as he patted the top of her head through the cowboy hat she was wearing. He then addressed the rest of the group again, "We made cupcakes together to share with the club. It was a lot of fun, and they turned out great, Asuka even did all the decorating herself!"

They all took a moment to sing Happy Birthday to the excited little girl who beamed at being the center of attention. Father and daughter then retrieved a plastic tray that had been covered with foil from the snack area.

"Are there any more napkins?" the man asked, and Gildarts walked over to where there were still some market bags, quickly grabbing one and handing it to the father.

"That's great, Alzack!" Macao complimented as father and daughter wandered around the room offering cupcakes, "I think one of the challenges we often face as fathers is allowing ourselves to enjoy activities that are usually associated with women. Baking, tea parties, or playing with dolls, just to name a few. We need to remember these are just another part of our children's development. Giving them affection and support is much more important than any perceived affront to our masculinity."

Hearing Macao mention tea parties, Rogue couldn't help but remember the ones Gildarts and his father had forced on him and Gray when Cana had first shown up. She'd been so quiet and sad when they had first met her, and both men had tried their best to make her smile. To the point of wearing ridiculous outfits while sitting around holding conversations with dolls and holding the little cups from the tea set that had been a present from Rogue's mother in their large hands.

Rogue chuckled at the memory and searched out his brother, wanting to see if he'd had a similar reaction only to find Gray watching him as well, and for one instant, they shared a smile before Gray looked away.

"I'd love to do stuff like that," a man spoke up, drawing Rogue’s attention to him. Unlike most of the other men there, he was dressed impeccably in a fitted suit, and for some reason, he chose to wear tinted sunglasses inside. His expression was sad as he accepted a cupcake from the little girl, but he still managed to offer her a smile, "Thank you, sweetheart."

"What's going on, Loke?" Gildarts asked, sitting in one of the empty chairs next to him.

"I barely get to see my girls anymore. They're usually asleep by the time I get home during the week, and now my wife has started taking them to her parents' summer house on the weekends."

“I get that, with my crazy schedule I don’t get as much time as I’d like with the twins, so I try to plan something each week and just kind of grab any moment I can along the way, you know?”

Rogue knew Sting was just trying to be helpful, but something about Loke's body language made him think his situation was very different from theirs.

Gildarts leaned his head towards Loke, and they began speaking in quiet voices, Loke seeming more upset the more they talked.

Rogue looked away, feeling uncomfortable with watching when Loke seemed so unhappy. As his eyes wandered, he couldn't help but notice that his brother's companion was staring at Loke with a rather interesting expression on his face, seeming to Rogue to almost border on dislike.

Before he had a chance to wonder about it, Alzack and his daughter were standing in front of him and Sting, holding a tray still half-full of cupcakes. The little girl's eyes were hopeful, and Rogue could only gawk at her attempts at decoration. Each cupcake was slathered with pink frosting, a drawing of some kind done in white frosting on the top, although to him it looked like no more than a blob.

"Oh, wow! Those look great!" Sting grinned, always enthusiastic about anything having to do with food, "Can I have more than one?"

“Sting!” Rogue scolded, but the little girl only giggled as she handed his husband two cupcakes.

“You can have one too!” she handed Rogue a cupcake before moving on to the men sitting next

to them.

Rogue ate his cupcake before Sting could beg it off him, he had to admit it was pretty good.

Another man had spoken up about a problem he was having with his teenage son when Rogue heard someone say, “Wouldn’t these have been more useful before you got here?” followed by a chorus of laughs.

Gray’s companion was holding a box of condoms in his hand, and a quick glance at the impish grin on Gildarts’ face and the way he was watching Macao for his reaction made Rogue realize this must have been the object he’d hidden earlier.

Macao, for his part, was frowning at Gildarts with what looked to be long-suffering exasperation, which seemed to be enough to set Gildarts off into a fit of mirth. It almost reminded Rogue of the way his dad would sometimes get when Gildarts was too much for him to handle. And he stopped that thought before it could gain any traction. Of all the hornet's nests that had been stirred that day, his father was the one he couldn't afford to dwell on.

7:15 pm - 7:30 pm Upcoming events or activities (signups)

"For now, we are still paper only, so there will be a clipboard available where you can sign up to bring an item or help plan an event. The old club used to do activities like picnics, potluck dinners around the holidays, stuff like that. We'd like to continue the tradition, so if you have any ideas of things you'd like us to try, don't be shy. As soon as Warren finishes, you should be able to just do it from your phone." Macao declared.

“Feel free to send Warren an email to encourage him to hurry up, his email is-” Macao teased as Warren yelled at him to shut up.

“As far as the snacks, we’ve decided to just charge a 500 jewel monthly fee rather than asking people to remember to bring stuff. Please make sure to list any allergies you or your children might have on your membership form. Gildarts and I will just buy snacks before every meeting. Everyone okay with that?”

No one complained, and they soon began discussing different possible activities both with the kids and dads only.

Rogue lost interest in the conversation, his eyes darting more and more to the play area. He observed Aki, hoping he could somehow glean the answers to all of his questions just from the way he acted.

Aki ran back to his father, sporting a bright smile on his face as he climbed back on his lap. Gray

hugged him, kissing his forehead and listening to whatever the little boy was telling him. The silver-haired man smiled at both of them, ruffling Aki's hair, which caused the little boy to frown at him, and it was such a perfect replica of Gray's frown that Rogue had to laugh.

There was a longing in him now to have Aki be a part of their lives and to rekindle the bond he'd once shared with Gray, back when things were simpler. He waited impatiently for the meeting to come to a close so that he could try to approach his brother. If nothing else to let him know he wanted to talk.

7:30pm Cleanup

“Alright, our time is up. We’d like to thank everyone for coming, we’ll be here again next week. Please take a moment to help us clean up, and make sure to grab your kids on the way out!” Macao announced as Gildarts appeared with a large garbage bag.

The room once again became chaotic as everyone got up to help with the cleanup. Small groups formed blocking Rogue’s view of Gray and his mysterious companion while others cluttered up the play area in search of their kids.

He finally caught a glimpse of them and without even a word of warning to Sting Rogue took off after them. He tried to get through the crowd to get to his brother, but he was stopped by an older man.

"Are you the journalist Macao was telling me about?" he stared up at Rogue, and though he was furious at the interruption, the man's kind smile made it impossible for him to snap at him.

Instead, he took a deep breath and held his hand out for the older man to shake, “Yes, my name is Rogue Eucliffe.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Makarov Dreyar.”

For a man his age- and this short, he had to be under 4 feet tall- Makarov had a firm handshake. Whatever he had to say did not quite reach Rogue’s ears. Instead, he was focusing on overhearing the conversation Gray was having with his companion.

"I told you this would be a waste of time," Gray grumbled as they walked towards the exit, a smiling Aki in his arms.

“I wouldn’t say that. This was just as much for Aki as it was for you, and he seems to have enjoyed it immensely. Now, are you going to tell me what your deal is with that guy with the long black hair or what?”

The doors closed behind them, and Rogue felt his frustration grow as Makarov continued to talk to him, asking him questions about his family, which he tried to answer as politely as he could.

"Can you excuse me for just one minute?" Without waiting for a response, Rogue ran out the daycare center exit, down the long hallway and out the community center doors, but he saw no sign of them.

Damn it! How was he supposed to find him now?

With a heavy heart, he hurried back to the daycare center, feeling bad for acting so rudely towards the older man. When he entered, he was surprised to see Sting had already put both boys in the stroller and was talking to Gildarts, million watt smile at the ready.

"Put that away, son, you're liable to blind someone with that thing," Gildarts asserted, looking amused. "I've already told you, I can't give you any private information on any of our members. Would you like it if I just gave out the half-pint's number to anyone that asked?"

“But Gray is his brother,” Sting protested, “You know that for a fact.”

"I do, still doesn't change anything," Gildarts shrugged, "Listen, kid, I wish I could help you out, but my hands are tied. Now, if you were to ask me for information on his companion, that would be a different story."

“What?”

"He gave me business cards and permission to hand them out to anyone who might need one, but you didn't so-" Gildarts turned away, and Rogue wanted nothing more than to throttle him.

Same old Gildarts, always playing games, never taking anything seriously.

“Give me the damn card, Gildarts,” Rogue growled, not in the mood to play along.

“Half-pint, you came back!”

Rogue rolled his eyes, grabbing the card Gildarts offered him and reading it hungrily. Lyon Vastia, Attorney at Reitei Family Law and a phone number. It wasn't what he'd hoped for, but it was something, a connection to Gray no matter how small.

“You talked to him, what did he say?” Rogue demanded, not even bothering to disguise how important the information was to him.

Gildarts crossed his arms “I’m not saying a word until you start talking. What the hell happened between you two? And don’t you dare say nothing, I’m not stupid. I’ve witnessed sworn enemies act happier to see each other.”

The last thing Rogue wanted to do was to rehash the events of the last six years with Gildarts, especially when he was already riled up. But Gildarts had always known how to push all his buttons and this time was no different. The man had been interrogated countless times by professionals and had never been broken, Rogue knew without a doubt Gildarts would not disclose anything until he came clean.

“Fine,” Rogue accepted the terms, but when he opened his mouth to begin Gildarts stopped him.

“Not here.” Gildarts turned to Sting, flashing him his own million watt smile that had wooed more women than any of them had ever been able to count. “Half-Pint’s coming with me to FairyTail, assuming he’s honest with me he shouldn’t be home too late.”

Sting looked like he wanted to protest but one look at Rogue’s face was enough to silence him. Instead, he gave him a quick hug and whispered, “Good luck, I’ll see you when you get home.”

Home. Rogue held on to that word, it had been an empty one for so long, until Sting had come along and given it meaning again. No matter what came of his talk with Gildarts, knowing that he had a home to return to that was full of love and family gave him the strength to suffer through whatever the rest of the night had in store for him.

~~~

“That bastard!” Rogue ranted the second he made it through the door.

Sting shushed him, pointing at the door to the twins’ room. “How much did you have to drink?”

Rogue blinked, trying to remember how many drinks Gildarts had shoved at him as they talked. He shrugged in response, he had no idea.

Sting snatched the baby monitor and the glass of wine he’d been drinking, leaving the other he’d obviously poured for Rogue behind. Grabbing him by the arm he gently led him outside, sitting both of them on the bench swing in their backyard.

“What happened?” Sting pushed his feet against the ground, rocking the swing back and forth slowly.

“I must have talked for hours, I told him everything and-” Rogue was once again filled with rage, “He didn’t know anything, said he tried to get Gray to talk to him but failed.”

Rogue wanted to scream, he felt like such an idiot. How was it that even after all these years Gildarts could still turn him into an insecure child? Gray would never have fallen for that.

He could feel Sting’s eyes on him, even worse he could see the way he was trying hard not to laugh at him.

“That guy is something else,” Sting chuckled with something akin to admiration, “Let me ask you this, outside of the anger you’re obviously experiencing, do you feel any better?”

“What?”

“You heard me, you’ve been holding on to a lot of that stuff for years, I know it’s been eating away at you. He might have been a dick, but he got you to talk about all of it, which is something you desperately needed.”

Rogue had done more than that. Gildarts had always been a man of action. Given all the things he’d come to learn about there was no way he would be willing to stand on the sidelines while people he considered family were floundering about.

No, Rogue thought as he remembered how furious Gildarts had seemed upon hearing the events that had transpired while he’d been handling his own issues. He had unleashed Gildarts on all of them and with a sadistic grin, considering everything he’d gone through on his own, he realized he wasn’t one bit sorry.

He laughed until tears streamed down his cheeks, the alcohol feeding into his hysteria, causing Sting to gaze at him with concern once again.

“You’re right, it’s going be fine,” Rogue finally replied, wiping the tears from his eyes. He waited for Sting to put his glass down and snuggled into him, reveling in his warmth. They swung together for what felt like a long time, enjoying the silence after the chaos of the long evening.

Things were likely to get interesting in the coming weeks but for right now Rogue was at peace.

A/N: This concludes our first multi-chapter story in the main plotline.Gray and Rogue’s story will continue in the sequel which is tentatively titled Brothers.

#fairy tail #ftdadsau #stingue #ftlgbtholidays2019 #ftlgbtales #prompt: limits #gildarts & rogue #loke #Alzack Connell #asuka connell #warren rocko #gildarts & macao #fics

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Shatter sighed before warping them both

she shakes off the shock of the warp and glances around the area

Core

The whole place looked of a barren desert, two suns lighting the red sand. “Come on we have to move.”

"okay" she happily follows

Core

Shatter was clearly uncomfortable being at this place, she kept looking around as they were headed to a rock formation in the shape of an L

"shatter, chill, there's nothing here."

Core

“Yes there is, dune worms, wildebots, and hive.” She said, quickly getting onto the rocks

she hops up aswell sitting on a high point of the rock and is very tempted to throw a bomb at the sand to see these creatures.

Core

Shatter quickly looked over at her. “Don’t.” She said with a hiss.

she pouts and folds her arms. "fiiiine."

Core

“Look, chances are, Killer is in the imperial city, but that’s where the red king and his death heads are.” Shatter explained.

"and that'sss... bad?"

Core

“Very, very bad.......they are the ones who killed my brother and mother, and my father a few years before that.” Shatter explained, tensing up at the memory

"ah, alright. but you are stronger now. and you have me! we'll be fine." she tries to find the direction the city would be in.

Core

“Yeah well, still better be careful, I would prefer not to be caught again.”

"okay sure, whatever you say shatter" she jumps off the rock and into the sand."

Core

(the stuff from Killer’s eyes can be used as a narcotic, causing hallucinations if entered in the blood stream, Killer is immune to it though.) A large worm, about 50 feet long, came out of the sand, its mouth was like that of a lamprey.

chara is impressed by the critter though a bit intimidated. before it could try to attack she hopped back up to where shatter was. "uuuuh so how do you plan on getting there?"

Core

Shatter growled at the fact that Chara woke one up. “Walking.”

chara can't help but laugh at shatter's disapprovle "you can fly can't you? you can do everything."

Core

“If I do that, we’ll get spotted.” Shatter explained. “Our best bet is to lay low and act like visitors.”

"visitors can't fly?"

"hm, well be that as it may, how long do you think it'll take them to leave us alone so we can start walking again?"

Core

“We can go now.” Shatter said. Hopping down.

chara stays up top watching shatter, not convinced that they're gone

Core

Shatter was walking, nothing attacking her. “Come on.”

"mmmmmmmm" she mumbles and saves with the determination to get to their destination. she slides down and catches up to shatter.

she watches as the sand slowly moves up and down like it's breathing. she starts to cling to shatter.

Core

“Take it easy, they can sense stress.” Shatter whispered

"they're huuuuge shatter!" she whispers back upset. "i can't see why we can't go another way."

Core

“Because then we would get caught.” She whispered with a slight hiss

"they're like... as big as a wailord. and i don't like fighting things i can't see"

Core

“We can’t start a fight, ok? They are harmless as long as you don’t spook them.”

"they said the same thing about alligators but you better believe i'm not gonna go swimming in a river full of them." she feels the ground below her heave up and she instantly jumps onto shatter's back wrapping her arms around her neck and legs around her torso to keep her there. "oooooh myyy goshshhhh" she whisper-screams

Core

Shatter sighs. “Why are you such a baby?”

"shut up! i'm like 12"

Core

Shatter looked at her. “Oh.”

"yeah." she frowns a little bit. "well, unless you want to count the years i was dead but i mean come on. i wasn't conscious." chara keeps her eyes on the sand

still on shatter's back the city is now in view

Core

“I just didn’t think you were so young...” Shatter mumbled

she moves her head so she can look at shatter better with a confused look. "how old did ya think i was?"

Core

“I dunno, like 14 ish.” She said, her face had a troubled look to it

"i mean you were close." she pauses. "are you alright?"

Core

“I just.....really, really don’t want to be here.” Shatter said, putting up her hood. As a group of red skinned humanoids walked by

(These peeps)

chara looks over shatter's head to those approaching. tempted (as usual) to talk to them or mess with them. but knowing how shatter's feeling right now she resists and just stares at them instead.

Core

“Visitor.” One spoke, making Shatter freeze up. ‘Don’t say anything, or I swear to god I will kill you a million times over.’ Shatter said to Chara, clearly stressed.

chara bites her lip trying to stay quiet but it seemed like the group was expecting an answer so she gave a wave to them instead of talking.

Core

“You are on imperial property, some identification is needed.” The leader of the group said. Shatter thought for a moment. “Veers, Kees star force, 56b-27L.” Shatter replied, obviously hoping they would take the bait, and to make sure she sold the act, she pulled a strange badge from her pocket, showing it to them. They looked it over. “Very well.”

They said before leaving

chara is almost cackles at how easy that was. 'not bad shatter, or their just stupid haha!' she thinks to olympia

Core

‘Well if it didn’t work, I killed a Kree for no reason.’ She replied, “but it won’t fool the death-heads.”

*’ ‘

'let's go stealth than, are they going to be waiting at the entrance? land how far is this little hiding space of killer's' she messes with the fabric of shatter's hood

Core

‘Well, chances are she’s hiding somewhere you couldn’t possibly go.....which is exactly where I don’t want to go.’ Shatter pointed to a large coliseum that looked over the buildings. They soon reached the walls surrounding the city

chara gets off her and starts walking again "looks like a fun place." she looks around the walls sizing them up. 'should we climb or risk it with the entrance?'

Core

“Fuck the entrance, we’re gonna climb.” She said, her hair turning short, messy and purple, Toxin.

'because jumping the fence is not suspicious at all haha' she goes up to it and starts climbing using purple goo on her hands in case she slips a little.

Core

Toxin used her spines to xclimb. “There’s this old geezer, he owns a warehouse on the other side of this spot, helps peeps escape this shit hole.”

"or get in i suppose" she gets to the spikes at the top and carefully slides down the other side being hidden by the large building she supposes they're going in.

Core

Toxin hopped down. “I don’t know why the f*ck we agreed to this...” she growled.

"cause you're my friends. that's why~"

Core

“This is so over the fucking line.” Toxin hissed

"you agreed to it so stop being a bitch about it hmm?" she points to a back door on the building. "should i knock?"

Core

“Hell no!” Toxin hissed, “come on.” She said, putting the hood up as they walked through some allie ways

she kicks some trash out of her way as she follows "it's gross back here, i hope the main city isn't this bad"

Core

“It isn’t.” Toxin said, picking up some rat poison that was on the ground and eating it

"ewww" she groans. "don't do that just cause you can! doesn't that taste awful?"

Core

“Who are you kidding? It taste better than the shit you eat.” She replied, eating the last piece

"damn toxin, have you even tried chocolate? cause it's literal heaven on earth." a presence from the right is noticed by chara as she slows down a little.

'who's that' she asks though shes' unsure olympia can hear her wen toxin is incharge.

Core

Toxin looked over. “Shit!” She darted, grabbing Chara

chara just rolls with it.

Core

The person gave chase

after glancing back while running she could tell that it was a humanoid but it didn't seem exactly human it's eyes and teeth glowed in the dark of the ally making chara shiver and go back to focusing on running.

Core

Toxin used her spines to make sharp turns, hoping to lose their pursuer.

"do you have a plan or are we just running!?" chara whines hearing steps of maybe two other people joining the other.

Core

“We need to lose her, otherw-“ one of the people who joined shot a round disk like thing that burnt through the hoodie, tazing Toxin, to the point she passed out.

when she felt toxin's grip on her loosen and she fell to the floor chara had no idea what she should do. she really didn't want to leave her there to get captured or whatever they were going to do to her. but there's no way she could drag her away...

Core

Another disc shot at Chara, hitting her chest, resulting in the same fate for her

as chara fell she got nothing but a good look at one of the assailant's shoes. the original attacker watched them both go unconscious before standing in front of them in a guarding fashion as if to say "these are mine, go away" though they were not the one to take the two of them down with the disks.

Core

“Look, you know the law, they belong to the king now, as gladiators.” The one who fired the disks said

"he doesn't need them." he said hoarsely. it sounded like his voice hurt a lot. he turns to tie the two up and haul them off.

Core

The one who fired glared. “There will be a fee, at least.”

he sighed "it's not MY fault that you wasted your ammo." he finishes with that and turns to see the other's opinion.

Core

They stayed out of the argument.

he takes that as it's his and starts to drag them back to the ally he came from. his hood hid most of his face but with his glowing eyes he watched the shooter warily to make sure they wouldn't try anything.

Core

They were walking back to the main streets. Toxin started to stir slightly

he knew who shatter was, one of the more well known stars. he was expecting to get plenty out of selling her though he did hear of gaster's death there were others that wanted her for other reasons. he really didn't want to use his power on her to keep her down so he waited until she was more awake to do anything. he get's back to his area and pulls up a sewer plate.

Core

Toxin slowly opened her eyes, seeing what as happening, she then made herself spike up, cutting into the male, the spines laced with arsenic.

as he's stabbed he turns and manages to break off the spines that hit him having toxin bleed some. he pulls them out of him and puts them on his belt. "don't make this difficult" he says to her. he pushes her into the sewer hoping she's too drowzy to do much more right now.

Core

She tried getting to her feet, covering herself with bony plates, waiting for the arsenic to kick in.

he's been poisoned before and while he feels the effects coming up fast. he assumes it's not anything he hasn't survived before so he pushes chara down straight to her so she'd need to pull the spines back completely to not stab chara. dizziness starts to kick in as he slides down the ropes he tide to the manhole.

Core

Toxins spines were replaced by the plating, meaning she was in more of a defensive mode

the hooded guy grabs the ropes and drags them though the sewer water nearing his destination. chara's still out like a light while the guy is getting ready to attack shatter but his throat is so sore he's just putting it off.

Core

Toxin stayed defensive, listening closely to footsteps and the sounds around them.

(Toxin was largely inspired by this character)

as far as others down there it was surprisingly busy. most of them were crowding around one area. the guy rubs his throat with his hand and glances back at shatter. seemingly having second thoughts about what to do with her.

Core

She moved the playing slightly, showing her eyes were burning orange, glaring directly at him.

he pulls them into an area off the main path were no one would really go and crouches down to shatter's level so he doesn't have to talk loud. "look, i could sell you off the the denominational traders right now who will dissect your soulstone bit by bit to understand how they could possibly work together like they do. they consider you an anomaly and you're worth a lot. who knows what else they'll do to you. i just would like to make an agreement to keep you out of that. are you at all willing?

Core

She glared, but didn’t attack, although it was almost the perfect time to do so, a sign she was listening.

he nods and glances around for a second. "for you it should be simple. my debtor (or whatever, the person he owes to) is a thieving shark that makes those unfortunate enough to fall into his web be his servants for as long as they can survive. he owns the Colosseum right under the king and he plans on assassinating the king to control the city or some shit." he clears his throat. "i just want him gone." his voice has practically given out compleatly.

Core

She looked over to Chara for a moment. “If you harm her....”

he shrugs looking at chara "i won't. she'll be just fine when you get back."

Core

Shatter tried to change shape, but got zapped by the disc

"so? deal?"

Core

“Help me get this disc off, can’t do a clean kill without evidence as a poison type.” She said, agreeing to the deal.

"cool." he pulls out a type of pill like tracker from his satchel and shows it to her. "this'll explode if you leave the city. it'll also inform everyone under the boss's comand to go and get your soulstone and where it is. so don't do that. swallow it and i'll take the disk off."

Core

“I am not willing to stay in this city forever... how long would the effects last?”Shatter asked

"bout 2 days"

Core

“Two days?!” Shatter growled. “Fine.” She swallowed the pill before removing the plating to allow him to remove the disc

he takes out a special tool and the disk comes off like it was nothing.

Core

Shatter turned into a wolf like creature, covered in natural armor. Flames came out of its open mouth. She than ran, getting the scent from the satchel

the guy rubs his head praying that shatter will get the job done while he watches chara

Core

After roughly an hour or so, the sound of 4 sets of claws hitting the ground, echoed through the sewers (It’s a freybug, known in English as the hell hound, they will reap the souls of anyone deemed evil.)

the guy sits up expecting to see shatter.

Core

He saw what he expected, the freybug, with his boss’s most treasured ring in her jaws, as well as the finger it was on, though it was charred. She brought proof that she did what was required. (He can be a real ass and be like ‘you earned your own freedom, but not her’s (Chara’s)’ I just think that would be interesting’

turns out he tagged chara for a Colosseum battle. he already got the money for it. so as he said 'she'll be fine when you get back' she was and she was awake and had no idea she was going be tried to be taken to the Colosseum by anyone who's involved. her match is later that night. the two of them kinda just sat in silence most of the time shatter was gone. when she got back chara jumped up happily. "shatter!"

Core

Shatter nudged Chara, being the size of a dire wolf. Shatter noticed that Chara still had the disk on, shifting back to her ‘default’ form she looked at the man. “Why haven’t you taken hers off?” She asked

"I didn't want her messing with anything." he says. "plus the tool i used on you is a one time use thing." (that's a lie tho) he shrugs

Core

Shatter glared. “You’re lying.” She said with a hiss, her eyes glowing purple.

"I'm not" he takes out the tool and hands it to her. it is quite broken but only because he hit it against a rock and shot the springs. he writes down on a piece of paper "if you need another you can always find one at the market."

Core

(I just remembered that you said this place was crowded, so other people know Shatter is here............) “I read your mind, you filthy liar.” She hissed.

(yep~) he shrugs and writes "the point is still the same. you can't use this one."

(but not everyone will know who she is though, only those who keep up with the hit list and all)

Core

She shot towards him, grabbing him by his throat and slamming him against a wall. “You want me to play dirty again? Then I fucking will.” She hissed. (Well She was a gladiator for around seven years before she escaped, and would have the most kills in the coliseum.)

he's not all that scared and his mind is pretty blank. the poison making him incredibly scatterbrained and tiered. 'well' he thinks expecting shatter to hear 'do it if you wanna'

he glances to chara who's kinda confused.

Core

She glared as he burst into flames, she dropped him as his corpse was charred to be unrecognizable.

the charred pieces hit the floor glowing the same color as his eyes and mouth did. chara shuffled her feet and looks at shatter. "....?"

Core

“What? You think I didn’t know how to kill?” Shatter asked, picking up the tool as she started working on it

"nah fam. i just never visioned you as the violent type." she goes closer looking at it aswell. "you think you can fix that???"

Core

“Yeah, But the problem is that you are scheduled for a fight in about 2 hours, and I’m not sure how long this will take me....“ shatter sighed, mad at herself for trusting the man in the first place “I can get rid of the disc by other loading it....but based on the nasty scar that left one me, I’m not gonna do that to you.”

*on

"wait. what? what fight? i'm incredibly out of the loop for someone who was out for an hour or something. let's, let's just-- like, steal one of these things or something?"

Core

“No, too many people, plus guards. Look, here is what I got from the guy’s head.” Shatter started. “You’re going up against a gladiator codenamed ‘moth’, they’re nocturnal and have 73 kills under their name so far.” She explained. “Which means, that you are so f*cked unless I can fix this in time. Also, save points don’t work there, so if you die, that’s it, no more continues or resets.”

she scoffs "excuse me, how the hell did they manage to block something as rare as save points! what is this place???" she makes complaints that are barely understandable. "fine okayyyyy okay. what's your plan than?"

Core

“Well, either I fix this then we hide for two days....or plan b, which I honestly think you would enjoy....” Shatter sighed, working on the wires.

"what would that be?"

Core

“Well, I help you in the fight, but not in a way that people would know it was me.”

her eyes light up "yes! let's do that!"

Core

“See, I knew you would want that one...” Shatter said, looking over at Chara. “It would hurt you though.”

"i'm fineee"

Core

“Give me your arm.” She said, turning to Chara

she sticks out her right arm

Core

“No, left, you’re gonna need to be able to use your dominant hand.” Shatter said

she snirks and switches arms.

Core

Shatter grabbed Chara’s arm, digging her claw in before turning into a plant, it’s roots digging into Chara’s flesh. ‘You doing okay?’

she winces but nods.

Core

‘Okay, well listen, here’s the plan, I can either paralyze, poison, burn or make this ‘moth’ fall asleep, then you go in for the kill, understand?’

"yee, paralysis sucks in pokemon and i'm fast so i'ma go for burn. depending on this thing's strength i might not be able to take him out with my attacks. sound good?"

Core

‘Now you got the idea’ she said, turning into a piranha plant

"hehe, nice." as the plant wrapped around her arm a bit she got ready to leave the sewers. "so what do you say we head to the colosseum and scope out this moth guy?"

Core

‘Up to you I suppose.’

"well i say we do that than! or we could look for killer, you said she should be at the Colosseum anyway right?"

Core

‘Yeah, there is an underground network under the coliseum

Chara nods and goes back up to the streets and starts to walk to the big building.

Core

Shatter kept moving around, making sure nothing was going to attack them

The streets were confusing and huge but they got to the foot of the colosseum in fairly good time. 'So, is there like a secret entrance for the underground network orrrr...?' She asks Olympia

Core

‘Got to the left.’ She replied

she walks left and follows the wall of the building

Core

There was nothing. ‘Third brick from the crack is loose.’

she runs a hand over it and pulls at it

Core

It came out, right to an underground hallway

'ooo, cool' they get down there and it's pretty dark chara uses some fire magic to light the way. there's a few ways branching off where they are so chara waits for instructions.

Core

‘Okay, there are guards in the majority of the paths, except the third to the right

'k' she kills the light until she gets to the third path and them lights it again.

Core

It was abandoned, the brickwork was all worn

"hmm," she tries putting pressure on the walls while walking down the hall

Core

Some of the bricks crumbled. Shatter smacked them out of the way

'nice place shatter,' she says sarcastically

Core

‘It’s been seven years, don’t judge me.’

she kicks some debris away. 'just keep walking?' she asks

Core

‘That would be recommended. How are you holding up, Venus?’

'yeah venus' she asks jokingly having no clue who venus even is. she keeps walking but she's getting kinda claustrophobic and bored. she tries to walk to a song beat to keep herself occupied.

Core

The plant shook the dust off its leaves. “I’m fine, just hungry.”

'you need water or something?'

Core

“No, flesh.” She replied, snatching a rat that scurried in front of them

... 'i'm starting to have second thoughts about having a carnivorous plant be attached to my body...'

Core

“Look, I’m not gonna bite you, Eunice would fry me.” She replied.

"mmmmm be eaten and then burned. sounds like a blast." she slows down as she thought she heard an echo of someone else talking

Core

Venus seemed to hear it too, she tried to turn, but was unable, since she was stuck to Chara

with venus tugging to turn she listens and does the same

Core

Venus swayed side to side slowly, as if taunting whatever she heard, or sizing them up.

"... hello?" the fire still lit in her hand not really helping her vision

Core

Chara say a woman, with grey skin and black hair, she saw a blade at the end of a staff. ‘That’s Calarie the king’s ‘shadow’. In other words we need to run.’ Olympia told Chara

'running's for babies. but i did say i'd listen to you while we're here soooo' she she coats her feet in orange and runs down the hall.

Core

Calarie was fast, very fast, she cut Chara off

chara skids to a stop ripping up some of the ground as she did "haha yooo?" she sets a marker behind her. "i'm just coming through if you don't mind-"

Core

“Kids aren’t allowed here. How did you get in?” She asked, putting her weapon on her back. ‘She never did want to hurt us.... then again we were young than you.’ Olympia said.

"i just found a loose brick and followed my way down here. i'm just looking for my friend."

Core

“Well, they won’t be here, come on, I’ll walk you o-“ she saw the disc. “Oh...”

she looks down at the disk then back at calarie. "what?"

Core

“Come on.” She said, offering her hand. Venus kept her head low.

.... "what if i say no?" she takes a step back

Core

“Then I’ll have to force you, and I would rather not harm a child.”

"you don't have to treat me like a kid, just consider me a human that you found in this little underground hideaway. here, i'm about to be in one of the cage matches in about an hour. i just wanna find my friend yuma before i get clobbered by this moth guy. alright?"

Core

Calarie sighed. “It honestly makes me feel ill that our king lets children fight. As for your friend, I know where they are.” She said, leading the way. Venus has wrapped around Chara’s upper arm, resting her head on Chara’s shoulder. “We’d be lying if we said we didn’t miss her....” she whispered

"oh?" she speeds up a little so she's walking by her "you're her friend?"

Core

“Who are you talking to?” Calarie asked Chara, leading her up some stairs.

"haha sorry no one, i just have dissociative identity disorder." 'i mean that used to be true with frisk so i can say that' she hops up the last step

Core

‘I wasn’t going to say a word.’ Olympia said. ‘And She was more like a mother to us while we were trapped here...’ Chara was now above ground, being led to a overlook

'aww that's precious.' she gets to the overlook and looks at calarie questioning

Core

She saw Killer talking to a red skinned man who had golden robes. “You know, the townspeople loves watching you fight, you always seemed a step ahead.” He said, sipping some wine. “Yeah well, I’ve been busy, finally able to sleep.” Killer responded, before sensing the two.

"hey, guess who." she goes up to her.

Core

Killer put her face in her hands. “Are you f*cking kidding me....” she growled. The man chuckled. “This the parasite you told me about?” “Yep, that’s them alright.”

"damn, you get meaner every day yuma." she folds her arms and looks at the other guy "and who are you supposed to be?"

Core

“I am the king of this world.” He said, Venus growled softly, eager to rip his face off.

chara pats venus' head gently. "well hello sir. your city kinda sucks."

"or, world, whatever"

Core

Calarie smacked Chara’s head. “Don’t you dare speak to him that way.” “It’s fine Calarie, besides, I see that they are to entertain us tonight.” He said, pointing out the disc. Killer sighed. “Good, let’s hope they die finally.”

"oh man, you're gonna make me cry" she wipes a fake tear.

Core

“Then maybe you would finally leave.” Killer growled. The red king watched the two, mildly interested.

"hey," she puts her hands up. "you're the one that met me and started to hang off of me. your own fault that you've got a leach that won't leave you alone."

Core

“I know and I hate myself for it.” Killer said.

she snickers. she goes up to the over look and sees the Colosseum with a fight in session. the match already looks decided with the looser's blood everywhere but the large minotaur like creature is now playing with the wingged magic user. she looks to the king "are you a sadist?"

Core

“The townspeople love to watch the fights, I simply give them what they desire.” He replied

"mmmhm. so did you hear your underling got murdered? what if that's you next?"

Core

“No one threatens the kings life, not as long as I can fight.” Calarie said with a hiss.

she looks to calarie with a smile. "good to know." chara watches the fight more and her soul starts to sink and make hre feel ill at the humiliation that is being put on the looser. "yeah that sure looks like fun to me. as my brother once said 'at least we're better than those sickos that stand around and watch it happen. those pathetic people that want to see it, but are too weak to do it themselves.' just like all these people in the stands."

Core

“Yeah, it always is more fun to do it yourself.” Killer said.

"at least we can agree on something killz."

chara's disk starts to flash and beep

Core

“You’re still a brat.” Killer hissed. “Come on, it’s your turn.” Calarie said, leading Chara down the stairs. The sun had started to set

#rp chain #sakkar stuff #arc 5 #coreink002

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silver-greedling · 6 years ago

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A Real Savior

Ray (Choi Saeran) x Reader (part two of You Lied)

When I woke up, it was still dark out. The moon greeted me through the window, beams of moonlight drifting in through the glass.

"What do you want, now?" I tiredly asked Ray, who had shaken me awake.

After getting no response, I huffed angrily, and sat up in my bed, turning to meet his gaze. "Listen, I'm not in the mood fo-"

He put a finger to his lips, motioning for me to shut up. Although annoyed, I followed his directions and quit speaking. Suspiciously, he glanced toward the door, before looking back to me.

"I thought about what you said," he spoke softly. "I...I have to pick you." His eyes held a soft desperation when he smiled sweetly at me. "No one has ever treated me with such unconditional kindness like you have. Not even my savior. I've never felt more human than when I'm talking with you."

I tilted my head, tired brain not entirely understanding his point. Cautiously, he offered me a hand, which I carefully took. He pulled a little, and I followed his lead, standing up from my bed. Both of his hands took mine as he struggled for his words.

"I'm going to leave here with you," he told me, making my heart leap. "I..." He looked almost ashamed. "I even spoke with the RFA. V is coming back to help."

"You mean..." My words trailed off, and I looked away. "I can leave? I'm going home, now?"

Ray put one hand on my cheek, making me meet his eyes. "Will going home make you happy? If I take you home, will you stop being angry with me?"

A smile broke across my face, and I threw myself at him in a hug. "If you do that, Ray, I'd be more than happy with you."

His arms held me in a close embrace. "Then I'll do it. Anything to make you happy."

My heart fluttered at his words, but I didn't have long to dwell on these emotions. His phone started ringing, and he removed one of his arms to take the call. I saw V's name on the screen.

"Yes, she's right here," Ray spoke, and I could barely hear V's voice through the phone. "No, I'm not - Would it help if I let her speak to you?"

Ray rolled his eyes when V spoke again, then handed his phone down to me. I released the hug to take the phone.

"V?" I asked into the reviever. "Is it you?"

"Ah, so you are okay!" His voice was, for some reason, a great comfort. "I'm glad. Has...Ray told you about what's going on?"

"Not much, but enough," I replied. "Are we really doing this?"

"Yes," V responded. "I won't say much, but Ray has decided to help you to escape. He can give you the details. Please, give him back the phone."

I gave a quick 'good bye', then passed the phone back to Ray. He spoke with V a little bit longer, mentioning something about the garden and cameras, but I was too excited to listen. I was finally going to go back home.

Ray hung up soon after, putting his phone away and looking down at me. "Ready?" he asked me, offering me his hand. "You have to act natural. Act like you and I are going on a walk in the gardens, okay?"

I nodded, taking his hand without another word. His fingers fit into mine comfortably, and my chest exploded with butterflies. I inwardly shooed them away, scolding myself. This wasn't the time, dammit!

Getting out of the room and to the garden was very simple, as Ray would tell anyone who asked questions that he and I were going for a walk in the garden. We managd to arrive without a hitch, and I smiled at the flowers.

"You didn't get to see them in person, did you?" Ray asked me. "Only the photo I sent you."

With a smile, he walked over to a nearby rose bush, covered in beautiful, orange blooms. Carefully, he broke one off of the bush, checking for thorns, before returning to my side. Still smiling, he stepped closer and placed the rose behind my ear, the petals soft on the side of my face.

"Gorgeous," he muttered softly, taking my hand again. My face got warm, and I squeezed his hand to keep myself from getting too embarrased.

"We have to wait a minute," he told me. "V is supposed to arrive here, shortly. Let's just act calmly."

He lead me through the garden, telling me about each of the flowers that we passed. There were very few that I recognized, and even then, they were still the prettiest flowers I'd ever seen of their kind. The ones I didn't know were even prettier, and I was almost mesmerized by each one.

Ray squeezed my hand to get my attention, carefully motioning for me to follow him under a gazebo. There, standing underneath the little roof, was someone that was undeniably V. His face broke into a smile when he saw me.

"You're safe!" he exclaimed excitedly. "Thank goodness! If you just come with me, we'll be out of here soon, and you can go home."

I went to follow him, but felt a pull on my hand after a few steps. Ray, still holding my hand, wasn't following. I glanced back to V, who immediately understood and ducked out of the gazebo.

"Ray...?" I spoke softly, stepping closer to him. "Aren't you coming, too?"

He shook his head. "I have to stay," he said to me. "This is my only home, the one place that's ever embraced me. I belong here."

"That isn't true." I swallowed a lump in my throat. "My...my door is open for you, Ray. If you ever wanted a place you wanted to be accepted, you could always come to my home."

"Do you mean that?" His eyes held so much hope that I couldn't help but smile.

"Every word," I said, watching his expression change into one of pure joy. Excitedly, he pulled me close and hugged me against him tightly.

"You have no idea how much this means to me," he whispered. "For you to say that is...it's almost like I'm dreaming." He pulled away, hands on my waist. "I don't want to wake up."

"Save the mushy stuff for later," I said, squeezing his hand. "For now, let's focus on getting out of here."

He nodded, keeping a grip on my hand as we walked to the other side of the gazebo, seeing V standing a respectable distance away, but still hidden. Judging by the half surprised look on his face, I didn't think he'd heard us. He gave me a questioning glance, and I motioned for him to lead the way.

~~~

Once V had helped us escape, Ray took me to a secluded house. It was buried deep in the woods, a long drive away from the Mint Eye facility.

The inside was like a normal house, just a bit smaller. There was no dining room, but there was a table in the living room that looked like the meals were eaten there. The kitchen was a little cramped, but definitely usable and well-stocked.

Ray watched me tour the new building, checking the upstairs rooms and the backyard. The view from the back was amazing; A little stream ran through it about ten yards away, and flowers of all types bloomed along the sides of it.

"What is this place?" I asked Ray, who stepped onto the backyard porch beside me.

"Before I became a member of Mint Eye, I lived here," he told me. "But none of them know where it is. My savior found me at a different place."

Cautiously, I let my hand travel over to grab his own. He squeezed my fingers with a little smile.

"Ray, about everything we said, back at that building..." I chewed my lip, hoping for any way to find my words. "I...I did mean it when I said that I like you, Ray. I'm sorry if I made it seem otherwise, I was just so mad, and..." My eyes travelled to the ground. "I was scared you were lying about liking me, too. I thought you knew that I liked you, and that you were using me because of it. I'm sorry I got so mad."

He put his arms on my shoulders gently, causing me to stop talking. "I understand," he said. "I would have been upset with me, too. I'm just glad that everything turned out alright."

"Did you really mean it? When you said you like me, did you mean that?" My heart raced in expectation of his answer, pounding against my ribcage. I thought it might just fall out, at this point.

"Every word," he responded, one hand settling on my cheek. "I really like you. I would do anything for you."

My emotions got the better of me, and I pulled him down by the shoulders so that I could kiss him. In less than a heartbeat, he was kissing me back with equal force, hands trailing down to sit on my waist. Mine stayed on his shoulders, keeping him down and propping myself up, just to make the kiss last longer.

"Thank you for choosing me over them," I said as he pulled back less than an inch. "I'm happy you're hear with me."

"I'm happy to be here with you. Thank you for feeing me." His forehead rested on my own as he smiled at me. "You've taught me how it feels to be...well, to love someone. You helped me figure out parts of myself I never knew before, and you made every one of those parts into a new creation. With your help, I want..." He sighed, as if finding the words was too difficult for him. A hand came up to cup my cheek. "I want to become a good person. I want to be good for you, and I want to make you happy every day."

"I think I'll be plenty happy just by being here with you." Without thinking, I moved up to kiss him again, and he drew me closer. The hand on my cheek moved to tangle in my hair, and the one on my waist held me tight against him. Both of my hands gripped his shoulders, keeping him at my height.

That little house in the woods soon became the perfect home for the two of us. I continued working with the RFA, even though Ray still wasn't completely trusting. Still, he didn't try and stop me from helping them at all. Instead, he just asked me not to make him go to the parties, which I agreed to.

The home was just the right size for the two of us to work in harmony. I could make meals at any time of the day that we wanted them, and there was always a whole forest to explore behind the house.

#mysme #mysticmessenger #mystic messenger #fanfic #fanfiction #saeran x reader #saeran x mc #unknown x reader #unknown x mc #ray x reader #ray x mc #mysme ray #mysme saeran #mysme unknown

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captainkurosolaire · 6 years ago

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LF Contacts : Captain Kuro Solaire

NAME: Captain Kuro Solaire AGE: 35 (Appears 29) - (’Temporarily Immortal’ Limited on deaths before next story-arc, or, life is dependent on another to pass.)

RACE: Seeker of the Sun, Miqo’te

GENDER: Male

SEXUALITY: Straight, Dom

MARITAL STATUS: Married/Poly/Open Relationship

SERVER: Balmung

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE ––––

HAIR: A slick jet black texture, Kuro’s hair is majority of the time unkempt with downward spikes often cascading across the sides of his face and more light spikes here and there, sometimes when grown-out it’s placed in a bandana and combed on the sides. Under rare occurrences the length of his hair can be lower then his shoulders and without being straightened leaving a shaggy and feral look. Often sporting an accompanied goatee, through more veteran experience and age has extended that further with a stubble to boot and long sideburns.

EYES: One eye is often left visible with an amber glow, while the other eye lays remained behind an eye-patch for a particular reason that is usually left in speculation to other onlookers.

HEIGHT: 6 fulms, 0 ilms.

BUILD: Built as a complete ultimate fighter.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Scattered scars from a gash hidden underneath a leather collar from his first defeat and near end. To followed historical injuries to dragon claws swiped across his hip to rib nearing his chiseled abs, to lance wounds on his pec, bite-marks from a fanged creature nearly always adorned near his throat or shoulder-blade. Scratch marks from passion on his back. To matching fiendish talons shredding the opposing side of his rib-cage. With a gashed-cut draped across his right-eye. Lastly an X incision on his chest crossing over his upper-torso and halting near his shoulders to his pecs. This is all left to be seen as he’s often shirtless for all to see. Additionally, he’s got a tattoo on his forearm of runic engravings with summoner lettering’s that seem to be serving as a seal. Compass on his left-hand to prevent him losing memories of being a sailor that points in all four-directions. The south-seas etched above crossing over his bicep. Behind his back on left upper-most shoulder is the Goldbrand Crest. A forgotten ritual that has since been lost among the Crew as little carry it left but two-survivors him and another included.

COMMON ACCESSORIES: Talisman across his neck that has several link-pearls attached to a string with a feather which represents ‘freedom’, the pearls mainly allow him to keep in-contact with crew-mates and a bundle of criminal orientated allies or other like-minded individuals he’s met in his travels with arrangements of companionship with many varying in uniqueness. A combat satchel attached to his belt that allow him quick accessibility to ‘Get out of dodge methods’ not to mention golden earrings the eye-patch of some sort always. With a very symbolic tricorne hat that is leather matching his often outfit of black leather and being ever mysterious and imposing a scoundrel aesthetic.

PERSONAL –––-

PROFESSION: Captain of the Goldbrand, navigation, commanding, claiming panties all over Eorzea and providing pleasure where others need the lesson or reminder. Along with a thief, smuggler, diplomat and a veteran sailor. He’s also a chaser of treasure from old relics to folktales passed on in Legends through very little evidence of the existences but scrolls & charts that he reads and plans out accordingly before attempting his plunder for fortune.

HOBBIES: Drinking, Ocarina, Women, Pleasure, More Pleasure, Even more Pleasure, Entertainment (Former Pleasure Dome worker as a Dancer and Escort.) Juggling, Acrobatics, Jury-rigging, Swimming, Teaching, Training, Mentor, Fighting, Fishing, Brawling, Working out. Exploring. Adventuring. Landing into Dangerous situations.

LANGUAGES: Fluent (Mostly) Eorzean, Xaelic, and Hingan, Pirate Tongue. (Working on venturing past his horizon to open trades and communications with beast-tribes for business escapades or other relationships.)

RESIDENCE: Ul’dah

FEARS: None. (Backstory behind that) Though not immune to psychological damage or other borderline issues in his mentality plus he’s got things that put him in discomfort as the following dictates. - Authority - Confinement - Rules - Fees - Harm to loved ones - Loneliness - Discrimination - Ribbons

RELATIONSHIPS –––-

SPOUSES: Ayla Moenwyb / Sivir Ka’vaul

CHILDREN: Bastard children all around, who knows you might be one. He’s often out there being ever the manwhore and shameless about the fact. So, just call him Daddy regardless.

PARENTS: Hoku Solaire (Father - Alive) Rokeia Solaire (Mother - Deceased giving birth to Kuro Solaire)

SIBLINGS: Unknown but Father was a former Nunh so would be reasonable to say there’s tons out there.

OTHER RELATIVES: Many unknown. Though Sol Akagane / Founding GB Captain Gark would be considered along with his OG Crew as Family in a more surrogate / adoption style way.

PETS: A list of women out there. ~ Oh, that kind of pet.... --- KY, Levi and Box.

TRAITS –––-

extroverted / introverted / in between

disorganized / organized / in between

close minded / open-minded / in between

calm / anxious / in between

disagreeable / agreeable / in between

cautious / reckless / in between

patient / impatient / in between

outspoken / reserved / in between

leader / follower / in between

empathetic / unemphatic / in between

optimistic / pessimistic / in between

traditional / modern / in between

hard-working / lazy / in between

cultured / un-cultured / in between

loyal / disloyal / in between

faithful / unfaithful / in between

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION –––-

SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

POSSIBLE HOOKS –––-

If your character keeps up to date with gossip or visits the ferry possibly heard of a pirate crew whispered about and a charismatic Captain that shows up from time-to-time stirs up trouble for the locals or swoons women in the residence.

Few Wanted warrants on him by this point but nothing overly grave but still enough to be sent to the gallows if captured with a lot of disturbances or complaints about public indecency potentially could even upset or have effected someone emotionally enough to slaughter instead of thinking twice about imprisoning.

If your character is also in the crime or shady organizations / dealings no doubt heard of inklings about him and often offers services to make smuggling deals across the Five Seas as this current-point or human trafficking. He’s also contributed in black-markets or to show up voluntary but his bravado can even potentially irk that who are the closest to him in nature.

If your character visits Ul’dah will often might see an encounter with him there and his ever showman and brazen self on display but he doesn’t have his payments ever overdue and has shown to be quite difficult to get out of the tavern by a legit reason outside of his exotic behavior mostly enforcing or provoking scuffles but pending and tricking others to take the fall while not fighting back depending on his cheery mood.

Isn’t without being imposed to battle, train, mentor anyone he sees with promise though his eye cannot help but glance at any woman as his greed isn’t that of gold and gil, but more of a carnal lust a whole different hunger entirely sees him think with the head between his legs instead of his actual noggin.

If your character is a prude, uppity, or a noble, You though can probably consider him rather riled up or anyone with governmental leverage or oozing ‘authority’ He can’t stand with anyone in SUPPORT or relation to those who supposedly have ‘political power’ he believes strongly in freedom and will often contest them.

Hes dealt with voids and other relics so can be seen with other people unlike that are standard city-folk. But adventurers or other expediting travelers or mutual connections may have grumble his name out before. If there’s something to learn or culture to be taught to him then he’ll wish to learn it. He’s all about the social interaction and the moment made to leave behind memories with those of the denizens across Eorzea enough he’s faded and nothing but a fragmented set of syllables left off words of old as a tale in passing.

Hes participated in a few joining with Captaining of unlikely circumstances and a War among the Depths under a civilization buried under the Rohtano Seas where a massive criminal empire laid as many of his battles and advisories involve rivaling other pirate crews in a ‘robbin hood style’ of sorts, namely it’s out of creative story plots usually playing the other antagonist crews and giving them their own morale, roster, beliefs.

WHAT I’M LOOKING FOR ––––

Crew. Not just a crew, ‘The’ Crew select band of individuals to go to high heights of grander with.

Creating stories with meaningful relationships. Friendships, Business Associates, Teachers, Students, Sparring Partners, Rivals, Long-term Romance Partners(Can be discussed/depends), Flings, Shorts, Playing ‘Villainous’ roles. Boosting credentials like Law enforcement etc. or joining with fellow corrupted figures.

OOCLY, I AM ––––

Bedridden (Sick) Usually takes some works around and patience but if that is tolerable and doesn’t see you packing, we’re going to get along well can already consider me your BFF for all the juicy topics.

Overly chill and outspoken along with communicative being my prime focus, though, don’t get me wrong I am always down to meet and learn of other peoples characters despite the image that may be seen!

I para-rp but do nearly ever format and style usually, I don’t go without matching my partner.

I plot with everything and genre just about though Dark/Romance/High-Fantasy/Fantasy/Erotic//Dramatic seem to be more where I often am seen engaging-in.

Nerd, +14yrs Dungeon Master / RPer / Former event runner / Former Owners/Leaders for Discords and Linkshells / Tabletop Creator (Slacked off on that obv.)

I’m CST. But, can’t go on that. My health makes my sleep lately all over the place, I used to be a Vampire as nightly used to be my prime time but now I have no official time, I stick with. So, It’s a lame process to catch me.

YOU CAN CONTACT ME VIA ––

Twitter - Captain Kuro Solaire

Tumblr - I try to follow everyone in FFXIV Community so should be able to DM me.

Discord: Kuro Solaire#0508

Ref Sheet - Captain Kuro Solaire

+18 F-list

(Branch out further more sometime)

#Captain Kuro Solaire #Man of the Five Seas #CKS #Pirate #FFXIV #ffxiv balmung #RP #Just mainly getting this made so it's archived.#Free to DM #Always a treasure #Highlight F' Shiro Elune

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limitededitionsanderssidesblog · 7 years ago

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The Stacks - Chapter 2

Ships: Eventual logicality and prinxiety, slow burn

Summary: In this society there is a place where the poor and unwanted are placed and kept hidden away from everyone else, where poverty and crime are a frequent and life shines for no one. Stacked up high in the sky, this is the furthest anyone living there will ever reach. When a Depression consumes the land, and the government fails to bring an end to it, society turns even further on the residents of the Stacks, accusing them for bringing the rest of them down. What no one knows, however, is that it'll take the work of four unlikely people to not only bring an end to the poverty, but also to this inequality.

Chapter One Next AO3 - Here

Patton still remembers the very first day he met Virgil. He had been seventeen years of age and working in a bakery in the higher, low end of the city in district thirteen, just before the Stacks. He was living alone in an abandoned school bus, where he was still living today. After one of his workshifts had ended he had come home to find an eleven year old boy hiding under one of the seats. He wore a dirty pair of overalls covered in holes and no shirt or shoes.

When Patton tried to get close to him he hissed and crawled further away under the seats. There was something almost feral about the boy, as if he had been raised by animals rather than humans. It had taken several days, but Patton was eventually able to get him out from under the seats and fed him some old stale bread, with the moldy bits ripped off.

It turned out that the local gang had been after him for not paying his safety fees and he had ran away and hid to avoid them. Wanting to help, Patton gave the money to Virgil to help him clear his debt, which had been his entire paycheck.

From there on Patton had decided to take the young boy under his wing and sort of adopt him in a way. Right away he knew that Virgil had been without his parents for some time, how long Patton wouldn’t know for years to come, so he decided to take their place as his parental figure. Patton stitched and patched up Virgil's overalls, washing them as well. When he had gotten the money, he took him out to buy the first shirt he had owned in years. Seeing the joy of a child for something so simple as a piece of clothing warmed his heart beyond comparison. From then on Patton had made it his mission from then on to give Virgil a good life, one without wanting and hardship.

He got a second job and worked tiring hours, exhausting himself from the labor, but he didn’t give in. Patton was constantly looking for an apartment or studio home, nothing to fancy, but a home that a good future could be built upon. For months he had his eyes on a small one bedroom and bathroom apartment for sale in the tenth district. There was a school close by where Virgil could attend, a small park was three blocks away where he could play, it was perfect. After saving his money for years locked under a floorboard in the bus, hidden by a newspaper carpet, as robberies were practically a daily frequent in the Stacks, Patton had raised up enough money to buy the place.

Then the Depression hit.

Prices everywhere skyrocketed. A loaf of bread became four times the price it once had been. Because of this the gangs raised their prices as well. Patton had drained practically all of his savings in a matter of months, and the apartment was long out of his reach. The bakery where he used to work went out of business, and Patton was left with only one job that was only able to feed him one meal a day after taxes and gang payments were taken care of.

The life that was once just within arms reach, was now a whole world apart. Yet, Virgil didn’t seem to mind that they couldn’t get the apartment and was happy to live with him in that rusty, old bus. Patton was never able to tell if he was just being strong for him, or if he actually was okay with it.

However, hearing the words that he had spoken last night, Patton knew that he wasn’t okay with it.

Coming back to his bus, the rows of seats long since removed and sold for a little extra cash, Patton noticed that the twins were already asleep, so he simply put their food down on a small three-legged table, and went to sleep himself. Virgil had gone straight to his own crate once they had arrived, taking his food from Patton with a smile and a thank you. He had moved out from the bus two years ago, claiming he wanted to give Patton his space, but he doubted that was the real reason.

After Virgil had left him alone in the school bus, Patton had decided to adopt these twins when their father had been wrongly put in prison for an accused crime he never committed. He hadn’t know their father all that well, but he knew for a fact that he would never kill someone. So until he got out, he would take care of the boys. If he ever got out.

…

Once again he had taken another hounding at the latest press conference by the reporters who held little faith in him and his abilities, and demanded he create change practically overnight. But from what Logan had learned from his years in politics is that no resolutions is so easily made. The election that had won him the seat as senator had been a close one, and a near fifty percent of the province still didn’t believe someone so young could do anything for them. In spite of that, the depression had been raging for almost four years with no sign of ending, in fact it had been growing under the policies of a government composed almost completely by older people who have never face an economic downturn in their lives. All they had ever known was strict rules and prosperity, and now, because of their fixed mindset, they were driving the nation into the ground.

The fact that he had replaced much of his staff with young minds had upset many of the other senators and position holders. Many of his colleagues saw him as too radical, but he was determined to make a difference, starting in his province. As long as he didn’t give them a firm reason to remove him from office, he’ll take any necessary steps to fix this situation.

Logan worked behind his desk for hours, trying to find ways to bring down the jobless rate, looking through proposed bills and deciding whether or not to bring them before the senate. Many of the bills were a fool’s dream, unrealistic and improbable, yet some had promise.

“Sir?” A voice called through his desk speaker. Logan pushed the red button on the device down to respond.

“Yes, Johnathan?”

“You’re new head of security has arrived in the lobby. Would you like me to show him to his office?” His secretary asked.

“No, no, I shall do it myself.” He said to the machine, standing from his chair. “Notify him that I’m on my way down.”

“Yes, sir.”

It had been a long two weeks, what with transfering Roman from the police over to his office building, dismissing the old head of security, and dealing with backfire from the media for doing so. He could use a minute to step out for a bit.

Escaping his suffocating office, Logan strode down to the bottom floor secretary’s desk, where Roman had been waiting with a large cardboard box of personal items. Unless Logan was hallucinating, the box looked awfully a lot like the one clockmaker had thrown at him.

As he walked over, the regal, former, cop raised his head at the sound of footsteps and stood to greet him.

“Welcome Roman, I trust you have everything you need?” Logan said to him.

“Yep, and more!” Roman responded with a large goofy grin, taking a small, rubber stress toy out of the box and giving it a light squeeze, causing it to squeak. Logan rolled his eyes and turned to the elevators to take them up to where the awaiting office was located a floor below his.

Ever since college, Roman has had the eccentricity and energy of an adolescent. With Roman being a first year studying for a Criminology major and Logan being a third year with an almost complete Social Science and Economics major when they first met, he had found his behavior to be unusual and had expected it to just be a phase of excitement for his entry into University. Nevertheless, throughout the rest of their college experience together, and their friendship away from work, Roman had always been like this.

However, that is not all there was to the man. Logan has witnessed first hand the professional side of Roman. He is determined and relentless when presented with a case. Roman’s skills and resources far out match even his own, and if rubbed the wrong way, Roman could be a troublesome foe. These are the qualities that were needed in the city right now. The crime rate of the capital city was at an all time high, and the second highest in the nation. Their province have been the laughing stock in the Senate for years and the police force has been labeled as incompetent. It was Logan’s job, now Roman’s, to turn that around.

Arriving on the fourth floor Logan walked out into a large, opened hallway, five half-glass offices on each side, with ten half moon desks in the center outside each door. The senator led his friend and new colleague to the third office down on the right.

“This,” He waved his arm around the room, bringing him in, “Is your new office.” The room was already furnish with a large, executive desk and armchair, a smaller chair to the side, a wide filing cabinet, and bookshelf. The only thing left for Roman to do was unpack, settle in, and get to work.

“To your left is the Secretary of the Province, Brian Lee, to the right is Treasurer Selene Carter, and your personal assistant,” Logan gestured to the woman at the desk outside the office, “Is Diana Meyers.” Roman nodded along and peered around the room, admiring the open space and glass walls with it’s blinds drawn for privacy. “I gave your assistant all the important files you’ll be needing left over from the last head of security, they’ll deliver them to you when you’ve settled in.” Roman tread over to his new desk to set down his box of personals, seemingly getting comfortable, “If that’s all, then I shall take my leave-”

“Logan.” Roman spoke up, turning back to face his new superior, and old friend. “Thank you, for this I mean.”

Logan loosed for a moment, letting go of his serious composure and allowing himself to relax. He flashed Roman a nod and a smile, saying “You’re very welcome.”, before turning to head back to his own office, leaving Roman to unpack his belongings and start work whenever he’s ready and able.

As he walked back to the elevators and further, several other officers and lower workers greeted him and paid their respects. Offering compliments or offers of assistance.

Shortly after becoming the senator for the province of Flor, Logan had learned that this would be a nearly everyday occurance. Many, but not all, co-workers, colleagues, and subordinates would kiss up to him in hope of a raise, promotion, or good faith. Often times Logan wouldn’t know who he could truly put his trust in, who was being earnest with him or who was being fake. It seems that the more influence one has, the more they tend to become used. Logan needed someone he could trust, Roman was a start, but it wasn’t enough yet.

“Sir, your butler just called,” Johnathan announced as he walked past the secretary’s desk, “He wanted to let you know that your advertisement for a new personal chef was successfully placed in the newspaper.”

“Thank you, Johnathan, keep up the work.” He replied stoically and entered his office, closing the door behind him.

The piles of paper worked stood menacingly on his desk, appearing to have grown during his short breather. With a tired sigh and a grimace, Logan sat down in his leather seat and got back into the toil, working late again as usual.

…

The city streets of the eleventh district were buzzing as usual with heavy machinery and labor, as it was the main industrial district of the city. Rock was being cut, wood was being chopped, metal was being melted down; all the heavy types of industry were hard at work making noise. Of all the fourteen districts of Flor’s capital, Fauna, the eleventh was the best place to find, or steal, scrap metal and material for his clocks.

Currently, Virgil was dumpster diving outside a silver and steel manufacturing lot, finding nuts and bolts that he could make use of. This had been a common thing for him to do ever since he was little. Granted, it was searching for food that he used to climb into trash cans, but the thousands of repeated dives in the garbage nulled his disgust for it a long time ago. Besides, everything was free here.

Whilst digging through the thrown away trash he found a handle sticking out from a torn bag. Pulling the handle out, Virgil was delighted to find a professionally made power saw with a broken cord. If he could get the right supplies he could probably fix the broken cord.

“Hey! Get outta here!” A booming voice roared over the sound of machines. Whipping his head up, Virgil saw a security guard running his way.

Ripping his backpack open and shoving the saw inside, Virgil climbed out the dumpster and bolted away, the security guard hot on his heels. Trying to make his escape he lead them into an alley where he knew a sewer opening was hidden under a pile of empty beer bottles. Once there, he pushed the bottles to the side, and jumped down into the colverless manhole, pulling a nearby trash bag over to hide the sewer opening. Virgil made sure not to make a noise until he heard the security guard leave.

Footsteps came into the alley before halting to a stop, there was some pacing before the footsteps started to retreat.

“Filthy dumpster rat.” The man cursed as he left.

Virgil waited a few moments more before climbing up the ladder, peeking his head out to scan the area before he crawled out completely. With one last look around Virgil left the alley and headed down the street.

That wasn’t the first time he had gotten in trouble with the security, and it most certainly won’t be the last. People around here didn’t like scavengers roaming around in their trash and would often chase them away with a metaphorical broom.

But at least it was safer to do so in this district than the other ones. The twelfth and eleventh districts were the closest to the Stacks, the fourteenth district, and therefore weren’t as funded as the others, making their security and police force easier to get around. But the closer you get to the city center, and the further from the Stacks, the police force is doubled, then tripled, and you can get arrested just for looking at a rich man wrong. Virgil once spent the night in jail for ‘causing’ a man in a hurry to drop his briefcase and spill his papers.

That’s just what life was like for those who came from the Stacks, and you could always tell when someone did. Stackers all had a distinct look: dirt poor. If you had holes in your clothes, dirt caked on your skin, old worn out shoes, or no shoes at all, it was a safe bet to say where you came from. However, out of all that, there was another trait that was more noticeable than all the rest: a loss of hope. In the eyes of all its residents there was familiar look that was held in each one, no matter if it was covered, denied, or accepted, that look came from a knowledge that there was no way out. The depression may have struck the nation three years ago, but it had been thriving in the Stacks since their creation.

The original economical idea for the Stacks was to move poverty into a singular, concentrated area with a small percentage of the population to keep it there. But as the years passed, that percentage began to grow beyond its initial barriers by building upwards, and the depression began to spread as an infecting virus. Now, because this abomination made to fix the economy was now breaking it, the rest of society turned on the stackers as the cause for their damnation.

Virgil had been born fifty years after its creation and was now living through the rear ass of the worst economic crisis in recorded history, yet is treated as less than a person by those whose only suffering was a smaller paycheck.

The police force were especially harder on his kind, but only when they’re caught in the center of the city. Another main function of the Stacks was to hold the majority of crime so that the upper ends could sleep better at night, while he has to use five bolted locks on the doors of his crate just to avoid being robbed or killed in plain daylight. A crime such as stealing a loaf of bread could earn you a year in prison if it’s done in the city, but murder is completely overlooked in his backyard. Who knows how long Virgil would have been behind bars if that shit eating cop caught him for operating a stand without a license.

This is the sort of injustice he had to live through on a daily basis simply because he was born on the wrong side of the tracks. The new senator elected last year promised change for all as his slogan, but Virgil knew what he truly meant. He, just as all the others, would help and listen to only the rich fucks of the city, leaving Stack rats such as himself to beg for their scraps. The government didn’t care for them, and there was no way the officials would allow any of them leave their hell. That’s just the way the system worked and that’s how it’d stay. No one was brave enough to try and change it.

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