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afreakingdork · 20 days ago

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Attempted Execute of Non-Executable Memory - Chapter 4

RotTMNT Michelangelo x Kendra

I'm totally off the floor by this stunning chapter art by @acidichcl

Rated: Teen and Up Audiences

Warnings/Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Revenge, Falling In Love, Love, Romance, Dating, Aged-Up Mutant Ninja Turtles, Love Confessions, Human/Turtle Relationships (TMNT), Step-Parents, Neglect, First Kiss, First Generation Immigrant Kids, Acculturation, Loss/Removal of Cultural Identity, Prison Time

Synopsis: After hitting the lowest of lows, Kendra has carved out a simple life for herself. She’s content enough to live this way until opportunity walks through her place of employment in the form of an orange turtle mutant. She just needs to get close enough to him to plant a virus in his infuriating brother’s servers, but will she be infected long the way?

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“Is this better?” Mikey’s voice came through the phone line.

“Yeah.” Kendra glanced around where she was walking. “This will work.”

While there was a certain level of touristy tidiness near the Museum Mile, there was also a ton of ongoing construction and foliage. It made for any number of places for a wacko to jump out and the hour certainly wasn’t helping. Kendra glanced up at the darkened sky as it no longer held its colored highlights.

The fading hues reminded her of her hair.

She really needed to touch it up.

There was little time or money with Mikey’s constant appetite for these ludicrous dates.

Even when he paid for them, she inevitably had to spend funds of her own.

“You good?” He spoke as if hearing her thoughts.

“Yeah, yeah. Just trying not to get mugged.”

Mikey audibly sucked air through his teeth. “Keep talking then. You're almost here, right?”

“You could at least apologize for making me walk alone. You’re a real piece of work.”

“Nah, we’ll see those soon.”

She rolled her eyes and checked the street before crossing.

“I needed to be here ahead of time. To… get our spot, yeah, that. Besides, we’ve been meeting at locations on purpose, haven’t we? Don’t you not want me to see where you live or something?”

“Yeah, well.” A few men were grouped up under some scaffolding and Kendra curved outward away from them. “What do you expect? Jury’s still out. You’re really pushing psycho territory with these weird plans of yours. I need to do what I need to to stay safe. ”

They didn’t look up at her.

She picked up the pace.

“No, that’s good! You should do that!”

“Then don’t complain.”

“I wasn’t. I’m accommodating.” He sounded more proud than perturbed. “I’m your safety net on the phone and we’re meeting at a real place this time! A totally normal date place! A museum date!”

“The Frick, yeah.” She glanced into the tree line of Central Park and hurried down the sidewalk. “I guess you get some non-murderer points for that if you’re counting.”

“I am not because I don’t have to worry about that.” Mikey’s voice hit a delay and she glimpsed him about a block away.

He waved immediately and pulled his phone from his head.

She ended the call and heard him yell. “Since I’m not one!”

By the time she reached him, her head had drifted toward the lit up exterior of the Henry Clay Frick House. “I didn’t know they started late nights.”

Mikey hummed and folded his hands on his hips to regard the building as well.

That wasn’t confirmation; Kendra’s lids lowered.

If Mikey got a chance to talk, he was going to take it and then some.

Something was wrong.

She took one breath before she scanned for the entry that led into this place.

She located the large double doors just off to the right.

They didn’t appear chained, but there was a comically small sign on a podium in front of them, presumably saying the opening hours.

Which she highly suspected it wasn't.

She turned a slow menace toward him.

“Michelangelo…”

Mikey was grinning plastic.

“It’s not open…?” She barely kept from hissing. “Is it?”

“Maybe I needed to be here because I was totally watching the guard station and the spot I was saving was the one where their schedules lap!” Mikey quaked and awkwardly shuffled forward. “But think! The entire museum to ourselves! To look at in our time! How about that!?”

Kendra dug her nails into her palm beneath a fist.

There were so many things wrong.

She started with one. “You thought it would be a good idea to take someone you just found out was a convicted felon to break into a museum full of priceless art?”

Mikey’s eyes widened and sat like two white beacons for a little too long.

When he blinked it was out of reddening pain and guilty recognition.

“When you put it like that…” He turned to her with an apology oozing off of him.

“Why do I put up with you?” She flexed her fingers.

The virus.

Ruining that which ruined her.

Perspective.

This wasn’t about Mikey’s incessant attitude.

She could stop all of this any time she liked.

She had seen enough to know he would respect at least that.

“I wonder sometimes.” He admitted with that painful amount of honesty he carried.

She sighed once.

Avoid crime.

Commit crime.

It seemed like an easy enough set of choices.

“Fuck it.” She caught his hand and pulled him further away from the entrance. “Dish. What do you know about the guards?”

He was immediately game and leaned into her for a huddle. “Who’s on duty. Guard rotations. Where security is. Blank spots in cameras. Turning off security. Turning on lights. Confusing the guards in the process.”

“You have that much of a plan?” She narrowed her gaze at him.

“I’ve been breaking into antique stores, museums, and auction houses since I was 14.” He grinned.

“Is that because of the mutant thing?”

“Kind of?” He thought for a moment before swiping over his person. “It also just depended on my sleep schedule which was reversed for a long time. The mutant thing was secret, then everybody knew, then we got weird notoriety? Everything’s kinda evened out in the last few years and we’ve gotten our rights secured.”

“Huh.”

“Yeah.”

“And you were serious about the whole being a ninja thing? I’m serious. If I get in trouble for this…!”

“You won’t.” He squeezed where she still had his hand. “You’re my top priority. I’ll throw myself under the bus if I need to. Heck, you can do that if you need to.”

She frowned and tapped her foot for a second. “You aren’t even sure about me.”

She removed herself from him before he could respond.

She could feel his eyes and was glad when he stayed silent.

He walked back up to her side and only shared how best to enter. They would be hopping a gate near one of the lawns and they headed in that direction. It meant passing those men under the scaffolding a second time and they took quiet notice of her new companion. They didn’t share words loud enough for her to hear, but Mikey was put into higher alert.

He cautiously scanned the street and seriousness soaked into his posture. It made him stand a little taller and nearly eradicated his dopey persona. For a moment she felt like she might be able to trust his plan, but she squashed the feeling as he slowed. There was no getting comfortable around this man and he did a quick spin to check all viewable points before ducking down. Once he was sturdy and knelt, he offered her a step with threaded fingers that would give her a boost.

“How are you with landings?”

“I’ve done the jet pack deal more than once.” Kendra slipped her foot into his hold.

“On three.” He counted out and then tossed her up like she was nothing.

The upward arc pulled her innards down before descent pushed them back up and she prepared for a roll. She touched down with a spin of her center of gravity and let the momentum carry her into a single tumble.

Mikey dropped down with only a hop and a squat behind her.

She stood and dusted herself off.

“You do parkour?” He wondered appreciatively.

“I prefer tech to do my physical labor.” She rolled her neck as cover to twitch away from him. “What now?”

“Entrance to the side is open for guards to walk.” Mikey pointed and led with that ever roving eye he now had. “Stay right behind me. I’ll go slow.”

She gave a tight nod.

It felt strange.

They crept through some immaculately cut greenery with Mikey leading toward a walkway.

Kendra was supposed to take point.

Mikey held up a hold and seemed to see something she couldn’t.

Kendra was never one to follow orders.

He lowered his hand and crept forward while gluing himself to a wall.

Kendra was meant to lead.

Her back pressed to concrete and she almost thought she could see the dawdling figures of Jase and Jeremy following her.

She paused.

How many years would it be until she stopped seeing their ghosts?

They weren’t even dead.

She’d just seen Jason at her pak’s birthday dinner not that long ago.

They hadn’t spoken.

Not really.

Nothing beyond what was necessary to get the cake ready.

Perspective, she reminded herself.

She’d been a Purple Dragon for roughly 16% of her entire life.

That was nothing.

A pitiful number.

Who got stuck on that sort of percentage?

Mikey touched a finger to hers.

She’d missed a signal.

She looked up and readied herself.

His face held concern.

She glared and tried to step past him.

“Wait…!” He hissed.

Her shoe tapped down on the path and it made a noise that echoed against the building.

A man’s gruff voice sounded a, “Huh?”

Mikey had her shoulders and was pulling her through a door.

He then steered her on her screeching soles several feet before scooping her up.

They bounced off several walls, before landing behind what appeared to be more greenery, although they were definitely indoors.

Kendra blinked up at a domed ceiling that was knit with metal grates.

“Okay… We’re in the courtyard and security is…” Mikey turned his head. “That means we need to-”

He mumbled and Kendra forced herself to be present.

She could treat this like a gig.

It was a mission.

She wanted to smack herself.

There was no past.

There was only present.

There was a scheme already happening.

Infiltrating this museum was part of it.

If she had to defer to Mikey, she could.

She deferred to her boss at the coffee shop.

Putting herself into that mindset, Kendra focused on her date.

Mikey had been drawing spirals to himself for the layout and slowed at her continued eye. “Uh… I’m hurrying. Sorry. I had a plan but-”

“Don’t rush and get me caught.” She gave a single encouraging nod.

“Right…” He accepted it and turned to speak his thoughts with her.

He did have the layout, but by distracting one of the guards, there was a possibility that all their movements had been shifted if they employed their walkie talkies. With three of them roaming, Mikey wasn’t sure where exactly they were and it would be easy to get bottlenecked in any number of the museum rooms if one of the guards happened to be there.

Kendra’s first thought was distraction, but she kept her mouth shut. There was a chance they could damage the property which would then leave evidence and their goal wasn’t just to get to one room. They were supposed to be enjoying this space for whatever reason. Mikey had gone on about the art for some reason, but Kendra hadn’t understood. It was mostly paintings by or of dead rich white dudes so it mattered little. Mikey seemed insistent as he always had and she guessed that had worked out so far.

There was a churning of static and the pair ducked down.

“I swear I heard an eagle.”

“An eagle? Really, Tony?”

“Yeah!” The man did his best impersonation of a screech.

Mikey wrapped the whole of his hand over his face.

Night guards were forms of pure stupidity and Kendra rolled her eyes.

“We looked all over. No birds, man. Hugo’s in one of the far rooms.”

“Can we check again?”

“Bro, what?!”

“Just one more time? They’re predators!”

“Yeah, for fish!”

There was a beat of silence.

“Please…?”

“One more time!” There was a jingling.

“Thank you!” Two pairs of feet trailed off.

Mikey wiped down his face, shrugged, and signaled to the left.

Kendra stooped to follow and in quick succession they ran through a few rooms, a lobby, and then into security where Mikey blocked the door off behind them. “Weird, but whatever works!”

“You’re too ‘go with the flow’, you know that?” Kendra eyed the monitors and located the two guards arguing they had seen now outside with flashlights near where they had hopped the fence.

“Flexibility is good for a plan.” Mikey walked past her.

The screens turned over and there was a far lazier guard standing almost idly in an ornate room. “Is this an art museum or a history one?”

“Both.” Mikey searched over the panel.

“What do you need?” She stepped up, ready.

“Place to plug in.” Mikey held up a USB. “I need the cameras looped.”

A purple stick drive.

A purple stick drive with an obnoxious ‘D’ logo on it.

“No.”

Mikey’s hand lowered. “Uh…?”

“I’ll do it.”

“I don’t think…”

“I can!” She seethed and shoved him out of the way.

He stumbled, but didn’t fall.

“It just depends on how old the system is. It’s easy.” She clicked through the one computer monitor that was fixed.

“But Don already-”

Kendra banged her palms against the desk one single time.

Mikey silenced.

She continued clicking through to the system. “I can reflash the firmware. No need to upload a modified one. I just need…”

She looked around the desk.

A sticky note with the network and admin passwords was clearly stuck to a wall.

She snatched it with a click of her tongue and entered the information.

“The quintessential movie line: ‘I’m in.’” She swallowed bile at the joke.

As soon as she got access to the firmware, she wrote in the modified command. After that it only took entering a few necessary prompts before all the screened flickered. The loop had begun by the look of the static, but she waited to make sure the time signature was still ticking away correctly before allowing herself to sneer.

There was still the issue of the guards stuck in two of the feeds. She tucked into the database to pull older footage and took a moment to delete the video of them entering. There was now no evidence of them having been there and she switched to finding suitable stock footage. She swapped the frozen guards with empty rooms and when all the feeds were satisfyingly stagnant, she turned to Mikey with an outstretched palm.

“See. Easy.”

“Cool, I guess…” Mikey rubbed his neck.

“What?” Her guard flew up.

He shook his head.

She stalled.

He was clearly upset, but she couldn’t read how.

It also didn’t make sense as to why.

She had done what they needed.

She did it without any infuriating help.

She had been fast.

She got results.

Why complain?

She was about to demand what his problem was when a lone walkie talkie in the room clicked to life. “Uh… There’s… a guy here with four pizzas…?”

“That’s the next step in the plan! We gotta go!” Mikey flew to remove the barricade from the door.

“Pizza? Again?”

“Yes, pizza!” Mikey cleared a table and then set it up at the ready. “Everyone loves pizza!”

He shot out and gathered up the rolling chair at the computer and then a few folding ones that were propped against the wall and set a scene.

“Looks good!” Mikey turned to the walkie. “Take the bait… Come on…”

“The pizza?”

“Yes, the pizza!” Mikey responded a little more harshly then Kendra was used too.

She stood off to the side and the tense air between them was palpable.

She wasn’t used to this.

Not like this.

When this happened it was because others hated her with reason and she despised them in return for their insolence.

She couldn’t handle a standoff without reason.

Mikey didn’t even appear mad.

If anything, he looked agitated and betrayed.

Why?

It didn’t make sense.

“Another prank?” A voice came on the walkie talkie.

“Nah, it’s for you Hugo. There’s writing on the box too. ‘Happy Birthday.’” Another answered.

Mikey held his breath.

Kendra used all her willpower not to yell at him for such a stupid ploy.

“You guys remembered?” The voice that was presumably Hugo’s came in small and timid through the static.

Mikey willed the walkie talkie with his very being.

Silence beat on seconds like a drum.

Then there was a crackle.

“Yeah, man!”

“Of course we did! Totally!”

“Guys!!”

“It’s your birthday, dude!”

“I can’t believe you guys remembered! I know I dropped a few hints, but-!”

“We work together every night, how could we forget?!”

“Let’s take 15!”

“It’s the man’s birthday, that’s at least worth 30!”

“Heading back to security now!”

“Copy.”

“See you there.”

“Let’s go.” Mikey started to reach out, but turned it into a thrown thumb.

Another spurned movement.

For whatever reason, this man’s delicate feelings were hurt.

Kendra stared at his arm for a little too long.

“Kendra.”

Did she bruise his pathetic ego?

“Kendra.”

It wasn’t even his work.

“Kendra, they’re heading here. We gotta go.”

It was his brother’s.

“Kendra!” He snapped his fingers in front of her face.

She saw a customer do the same to her.

She saw an inmate do the same to her.

She saw a teacher do the same to her.

She slapped his hand away.

Mikey should have been the picture of offense.

He looked scared.

“Let’s go.” She moved her body to take a step before something held her back. “The lights. You said something about lights.”

It took Mikey a second. “Right.”

He returned to the panel and studied a few switches before he flicked one.

Nothing exact happened, but he then breezed past her without making any contact. “Got them. Let’s go.”

He opened the door and she shadowed him.

They just barely dodged the guards mingling in the hall.

The three men were now a joyous trio and their voices disappeared behind a closed door as Kendra and Mikey walked back out into the courtyard. He veered off to one side and she took in the space now that she could. A fountain was delicately cycling water in the center of the room and the space had the faint chill of humidity from it. The plants were snoozing dark leaves in rows around columns and benches. The skylight above had murky panels to keep direct sunlight at bay without trading natural light.

It probably had a stale white glow during the day.

At night it sat a shallow husk of itself.

“You didn’t have to push me.”

Kendra was slow to turn to him.

Mikey was rubbing the arm that she had shoved. “It didn’t hurt, but it sucks. It wasn’t nice.”

“I’m not nice.”

“That’s not what I’m trying to say.”

“Isn’t it? Funny how fast it turns. You say that me being mean is fun and refreshing right up until it isn’t, huh?”

“I didn’t say that!”

“Didn’t you!?”

“I guess I said something about intrigue, but I exclusively said I didn’t think you were mean!”

“Well, surprise!” She threw out her arms. “Here it is! The real Kendra! You’ve finally opened your eyes.”

“That’s mean!” Mikey tossed his arms similarly, but at her.

“Yes! We just confirmed that, you dunce!”

“No!” Mikey stormed up to her. “It’s mean to you. You’re being mean to yourself.”

“No, I’m not.” She held up an arm to dismiss him. “I’m being real. Welcome to reality.”

“Then where do you keep going?”

She turned on him.

“Because it’s a different reality than mine and each time you’re gone you come back hating yourself more.”

She swung that same arm up, ready to strike.

He stood there staring straight into her eyes.

She reared in warning. “What do you want? You want me to? You want that excuse? That out so you can leave your poor charity case?!”

“What? No! You can keep making up lines for me, but that won’t make them true! I don’t think that! I never have! I know you know that! I’m not saying I know what’s going on! I’m not trying to fix it! I don’t even know if you’re hurt, but I do know that you’re hurting. I’m… I’m…” He grew quieter.

“You what?” She didn’t bring down her arm.

Mikey itched his cheek. “I can’t do anything about before, but I’m here. Right now. We can do this again and again. The conversation, I mean. Shoving me though? That’s a line. You can hit me when I egg you on. Those are love taps. Those are fun, but what you did earlier wasn’t out of anything other than anger and you took that out on me. I’m not going to let you.”

Her fingers twitched.

“I’m not trying to break down your walls.” He took a few wandering steps away with his thoughts. “I mean, have I thought about how cool it would be to get through to you? Sure! Mostly because it would be nice for you to trust me, but I’m not trying to rush the process. I’m not trying to be a wrecking ball. If I’m rushing that’s because that’s how I am in general. I’m trying to give you space!”

He swung his leg wide to return to her and she lowered her arm.

“I am really not eating much humble pie with this explanation, huh? I sound like some nice guy jerk off.”

“A little.”

“I’m over explaining! At least, that’s what I’m trying to do. I’ve been misunderstood a lot and it’s a reflex…” He heaved a big breath. “I’m sorry for talking too much, but I’m not sorry for saying what you did was mean. That’s the gist.”

“I got that.”

He attempted to talk again, but shoved a silencing fist against his lips.

She tapped her thumb to each of her nails one at a time to process in a way that felt like clicking keys.

When she reached the eighth one she felt a certain amount of settled.

“You’re interested in me because you have some weird sense that we’re alike. Is that right?”

Mikey moved his fist only a little. “Pretty much. You’re also interesting, like in general.”

“What about the parts where we’re different?”

“I don’t have a problem with it…?.” Mikey shrugged his limb away. “I sort of chase feelings. I was never really into examining why.”

“Isn’t it enough that I want to go out with you?”

“Woah…” His hands came up. “I didn’t ask for you to-”

“But it’s there! You need to know because it’s making you self conscious and that is feeding my doubt.”

The way his head bobbed said she was right.

“I need to give you some kind of reason why!”

“Don’t… force yourself?” he grimaced.

She shook her head. “I don’t-”

But, she did.

She did every single day.

She forced herself to do everything beneath her.

To do her job.

To use her decade-old phone.

To keep from overclocking her ancient laptop because it would explode.

Even now.

Even this.

It had gotten easier.

The owner’s praises helped at work.

The bibi’s food helped her wallet.

Not cussing her landlord out helped her get her shower drain cleared.

Since when had the line become so blurry?

It was less that she forced herself these days and more that she saw the exchange.

There was point A to B.

She had to do something to get something in exchange.

Long gone were the days she could coil others around her fingers.

These dates were a perfect example of that.

Mikey wasn’t dumb enough to let her in.

She had to play the part of the date.

She had to show her actual interest.

He could tell otherwise.

He was able to tell right now.

His earnest nature wasn’t just central to him.

It was his viewpoint.

He saw everyone else through that same lens when he looked.

He was looking at her.

Even now.

Even while she did this.

“I don’t like that we’re alike.” She started.

His head tilted ever so slightly.

She guessed that was confusing.

She was supposed to be saying what she liked about him.

He also frustrated her to no end. “But… I do.”

His lips parted.

“I don’t like admitting that! It’s soft! I don’t like soft! I’m not soft! I’m a hardened criminal!”

Mikey softened with understanding.

“You’re doing it again!” She lit with embarrassed flames. “Stop that! With your face! You’re too squishy! Soft! I hate that! You were handsome when you were serious!”

She clapped a hand over her mouth.

Mikey’s smile spread like wildfire.

“When was I serious!?” He had stars in his eyes.

“Never!”

“I was! You said!” He bounced toward her. “You think I’m hot!”

“Never!!” He was a fly for her to swat at.

She hit him directly in the face and jarred for it.

He seemed unaffected and caught her wrist gently.

He removed it and looked at her with bright eyes.

“Sorry…” She mumbled out.

“I think I get it.”

“What?” Her wariness returned in droves.

“You’re like… Oh what’s that Japanese concept? They mash like cool-cute…?”

“You think I’m cool-cute?” She deadpanned.

“No, you’re like, hot and cold? Oh, wait, that’s a thing in English.”

He wasn’t wrong, but she still soured.

“In Japanese, it’s like a homomatopoeia...”

“Onomatopoeia or Homonym?” Her head shook with confusion. “Which one?!”

He saved her off.

“Micheal!”

“Tsun… Tsun…”

“Do I need to hit you again?”

“No.” He shook her hand where he still had it cuffed. “Oh! That’s it!”

“What?!”

“Tsundere!”

“Tsun-!” She yanked her hand from him. “Don’t you put your anime crap on me!!”

His eyes immediately thinned out into smarmy lines. “You know it’s an anime thing!”

“So!?” She smashed a hand into his face to cover it. “Watching anime as a kid is normal! They’re cartoons!”

“But do kids get that particular concept?”

“Are you teasing me or not!?” She smeared her palm over his beak.

It tipped him backwards and he easily bent with a surprising amount of core strength. “Bit of both!”

“You’re not getting to dere!” She chased him to find the limit.

He laughed into bending further.

“This is not a romantic comedy!!” She shoved far enough onto him that she went up on her tiptoes.

“It’s not? Could have fooled me!” He slung an arm around her waist to steady her.

“I will wipe that stupid smile-!”

“Miss my manly features!?” His brow ridge wiggled.

Kendra screamed and shoved both her hands into his face.

Mikey’s laughter exploded between bouts of suffocation.

“There! That is someone talking! I told you!”

They both froze.

“The guards!” Kendra dropped to a bitter whisper.

“Yeah, stuck footage isn’t going to cover us screaming.” Mikey returned a sheepish grin.

She didn’t miss the way he took part of the blame.

Footsteps pounded down a hall signaling the guards were getting closer.

Kendra fumbled to move only to realize she was fully off the ground and on Mikey’s chest. “Down! We gotta go!”

“Or… hold on?” He sent her a look that dared her to trust him.

He had gotten them away from the guards in an instant before.

She prepared herself for the head rush in a countdown from three.

“Do it!”

Instead of immediate movement, he bent further back.

Farther than his shell should allow.

Kendra’s eyes widened as her gaze hit the floor, but his arm was a safety bar around her.

She felt one of his legs come up behind her and it was a move she felt she had seen on some kind of stage.

Everything then sped up because in a perfect arch, Mikey’s leg swept over his head and she was turned upside down. She was then immediately righted and still pulled to his chest when his gaze shot out. His head jarred left and right as if tracking a thrown ball before he dug into his person. He came away with a shuriken and tossed it in a wayward way. The weapon clinked with several bounces that he had seemingly mapped out and some soft sounds leaked out from what had to be the lobby.

Before Kendra could process how, she was flung out from him in a way she could only recognize as a dance move which was cemented as he reeled her back. His face was all confidence as he twisted her again, but this time took on a new style. The first move had been a warning of what was to come and she was swung out of the way. Through his legs and then tossed up into the air over some plants, he was immediately there to catch her and twirled her straight down to the floor. He covered her, keeping his body weight chaste and sent his attention out at the ready.

“Run if I pop out. Same door should be open where we came in.”

He was going to do just as he said.

He was going to take full blame so she wouldn’t get caught.

She stared up at his grave features from where she was laying on the ground.

The pale light of the courtyard almost carved a chisel out of his softened cheeks.

“Over… What? What is that?”

“Is that the radio?”

“What the hell?”

“This wasn’t what I heard!”

“It’s so loud!”

“You kidding me?!”

“It was a scream! Like a phantom, bro!”

“A phantom!?”

“Phantoms and eagles, huh?”

“I’m not kidding!!”

“I bet this was your bird too!”

“We were in here! We were just here and didn’t hear anything! This radio wasn’t on!”

“Yes, we did! We went searching because you heard something! Sound bounces in the courtyard, stupid!”

“It’s not acoustically tuned!”

“You don’t even know what that means!”

“I do! I took choir!”

“Yeah, 15 years ago!”

“Fuck you!”

“Why don’t we-!”

Footsteps came clear through the columns to signal the guards were in the same room.

Mikey flexed his elbows where he was holding himself up at the ready.

“Fuck you!”

“BOTH OF YOU FUCK EACH OTHER AND SHUT UP!!!” The man in this room screamed.

Kendra grabbed Mikey’s biceps.

He nodded for her to wait and his gaze hadn’t moved from where it was glued to the bushes.

There was a tense moment of silence.

Breathing felt too loud so Kendra held her breath.

The soft sounds of the radio obviously echoed from the lobby and into this room.

“It’s the fucking radio! What did I say!?” The man stormed back to where he’d come from.

The others continued to bicker through one room and far down another until their voices couldn’t be heard anymore.

Mikey blew out a breath. “Okay… Maybe the pizza thing didn’t work.”

“Did you hit the radio with your dumb ninja knife?”

“Yes.” Mikey swept down to her. “I came here the other day to case the joint and the front desk guy was listening to it then.”

“And you knew it was that idiot’s birthday?”

“That’s why it had to be tonight.”

“There were so many ways your stupid plan could have gone wrong!”

“But a quiet nighttime museum date? Just the two of us? Think of how romantic it could have been if it worked! Plus, the back-up was always my million dollar smile.” Mikey did a pushup with one arm so he could tuck his chin into his purlicue and flash her a huge grin.

She grabbed that hand and yanked.

It threw him off balance and he flailed as he tipped down into her.

She came up just enough to meet him in a kiss.

It locked all his muscles and he went perfectly rigid.

It was a breath of fresh air relief in the face of all her irritation.

A pinprick to the balloon of her anger.

A whistling release of pressure.

She pulled away with an actual smack before shoving him off.

He fell over in a heap.

“We’re leaving this dump.” She stood and went straight for the exit.

She heard Mikey scramble after her.

“No apologies. Date’s not over.” She told him when she caught the door.

She opened it for him and he slipped by with growing understanding.

“There’s a place I want to eat near here. That’s it.”

“Sure.” He passed her to the fence and got in position to help her over.

“Catch me.” She told him as she stomped her foot into his hand.

“Gladly.”

She soared much higher and this time it was exhilaration.

Mikey appeared beneath her and plucked her out of the air.

She was lowered to the ground in yet another dance move. “Where’d you learn all this?”

“Took ballet as a kid.” He made sure her feet were flat before letting go.

She grabbed his hand to pull him the direction she wanted. “That wasn’t just ballet.”

He followed after. “Good eye. It was ballet, salsa, tango, merengue, swing, and a bit of freeform jazz dance.”

“You didn’t take those as a kid.”

“Nope, most were as an adult. I got into helping at the community center and picked it up while I was stacking chairs. Always with the chairs, I swear. I hate them.”

“Explains how you set that guard’s party table up fast.” She checked the street for both of them as Mikey was blindly following her tether.

“They say a smile is its own reward, but getting to take all the classes for free was pretty great.”

She flicked a wry glance back at him. “It’s a community center. Shouldn’t the classes be free?”

“Right! They are for kids! Adults have to pay!”

“Annoying.”

“Yes!”

“I had group at one.”

“Part of your parole?”

“Bingo.” A few more people were popping up.

“How was that?”

They came to a crosswalk and she pretended to think.

Mikey stood dutifully aside and adjusted their hand hold so their fingers were entwined.

When she checked in on him for the move, he purposefully looked away like he was examining pedestrians.

She rolled her eyes. “It was a lot of chairs.”

Mikey chuffed his attention back to her.

“And whining.”

“I bet.”

“You wouldn’t call it that.”

“No, I wouldn’t.” He agreed. “What kinda food?”

“Sandwiches. It’s 24 hours or something, had a pretentious name, and looks like a flower shop.”

Mikey pondered.

“You can’t know the owners.”

“Maybe don’t say ‘can’t’ until I’m sure.”

“Ugh! How do you know so many people? Don’t you get tired of the blah blah talking all the time!”

“Really?” The light changed and it was his turn to send her sarcasm as he now led.

“Just because you talk others’ ears off, doesn’t mean you want to hear it.”

“I want to hear you.”

“That’s different.”

“Is it?” He shot her a heated look.

She ignored it. “It is. Now tell me how you stand randos.”

“Okay so sometimes they go on a little too much about themselves and it gets boring.” Mikey admitted like it was a weight off his chest.

Kendra let the sentence breathe because it seemed to need the air.

Mikey returned to himself after taking a breath. “I don’t think I’ve told anyone that.”

“You didn’t even hesitate.”

“We have banter. Have you noticed? Like we can go back and forth really fast?”

“I guess.” She hadn’t thought about it.

“I prefer that. It feels like you can keep up with me.”

“You’re surprisingly self-centered. It’s like you can’t talk about anything without relating it to yourself.”

He hummed. “It has more to do with craving a connection to others. It’s sympathy and compassion that leads us to wanting to commiserate. I try not to raise the bar because the point is sharing joy or grief.”

She eyed him.

“Sounded a little too intelligent, hm?”

A grunt popped out of her.

“I know you don’t think I’m very smart. I’m not trying to argue; just saying I noticed.”

“You still take offense.”

“Oh, for sure. I love impressing people to shut them up!”

“That why you were going for breathless and all that other crap?”

“You took my kiss so maybe I’m salty about it.”

“Oh no! The girl you’ve been out on a few dates with kissed you!” Kendra put on fake horror.

“The girl I like kissed me, actually!” He corrected with a pointed finger.

Her lips made a noise when she closed them abruptly.

“See?” Mikey spun around her to block her path. “Impressed!”

She pulled her hand from his.

“And with honesty too!?” Mikey feigned his own surprised expression. “Your description was good.”

She didn’t let understanding blossom on her features and instead turned to predictably find the deli she picked out ready with an open door beside them. “I told you I wanted to eat here.”

She entered first and he followed after. Ordering took a few minutes at most and they were soon outside with crinkling paper. The flowers at the entrance put out a light scent and mixed with the aroma of fresh bread. Kendra inhaled deeply as she peeled back her paper for a teeth wide bite. She was saving what was left of her lipstick.

Mikey was already halfway down his sub and swallowed hard to speak again.

“What’s your favorite anime?”

She pursed her lip and almost smiled. “Dragon Ball.”

“A classic!” Mikey chirped.

“We could only pick through pre-made designs for our jackets. School budget if we wanted satin and the color.”

“Huh?”

“Purple Dragons.” Kendra stared into the ingredients piled between bread.

“What’s that?” Mikey spoke through another mouthful since he apparently couldn’t wait.

She looked at him.

He chewed and met her gaze openly.

He didn’t know.

A strange part of her liked that.

She didn’t. “A tech club I started in high school. The name of my group.”

“Oh yeah, Washington Irving High School’s mascot.”

“Yeah.” She nodded.

“Wait, are you saying your dragon was Shenron?!”

“I mean the colors were wrong!” She huffed.

“You were stuck with school colors.” Mikey shrugged. “I’sh still cool!”

“I guess. I liked his red eyes. He was all powerful, but wouldn’t do shit until you went through his trial.”

“Collecting the dragon balls.” Mikey nodded.

“Yeah…” She widened her jaw to take another bite. “You had to earn it.”

She could feel him watching.

“Knock it off. I’m eating.” She sent him a glare.

“Your lipstick.”

“What about it? It’s not on you.” She addressed him with a slight turn of her body.

“Dragon tech genius…”

She narrowed her eyes to parse out where he was going.

“The color.” He pointed to his own mouth. “It’s Bulma, isn’t it?”

Her face flooded with heat and she felt her back snap straight.

Mikey zeroed in on her embarrassment. “Oh, you really like her!”

“She’s whiny!”

“I bet you modeled your whole thing on her when you were young!”

“Mikey!”

“I was into Krillin myself. I would spend hours trying to do the Destructo Disc.”

Her irritation halted. “How old?”

“Tiny, like five.”

“You can throw fireballs now.”

“Isn’t it funny how those things work out?” Mikey gleamed a knowing grin at her.

She scoffed at him and finally ate more of her food.

“You’re way hotter than milf Bulma, by the way.”

“Boy!” She threw up her bread to toss at him.

“Don’t waste good food!” He gasped.

“I bet you’ll lose your hair and go bald just like your hero!”

“Stop!” Mikey immediately broke into distress. “Too real!”

“What!? Why!?”

“Uh…” He strung out the phrase before launching into an absurd tale about time travel and the Krang.

Kendra was just inclined enough to believe it.

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foxymoxynoona · 1 year ago

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I understand her and the fact of reproducing the family pattern too, my father did not succeed in breaking it before we came of age but my brother and I succeeded. in fact I pointed out her behavior because I found her hypocritical and she ultimately did no better than what she criticized others for. Her pride was misplaced and her blindness to the psychological violence she inflicts on her children (from my point of view) but her evolution throughout the story is pleasant to read. Living in a violent family is difficult on several levels, the physical and obviously the psychological, but the hardest thing is to hate and at the same time love more than anything the people who are supposed to protect us but hurt us deep inside. Thank you for your kind words, yes I created my cocoon after years of refusing a life as a couple because men terrified me (this is still the case) but my companion is the sweetest person I know with Me. if he could be with the others that would be good too but he's not bad. Also I love my parents more than anything and I’m glad that my father was capable of changing and became the sweet dad he is right now. It didn’t change what he puts us through but it made me proud and love him more

you create people who are so realistic in their faults that it's both very hard to read but also very interesting and I really enjoy reading your stories, hating certain faults and finding others endearing in the characters. See them struggle to be better, fall, get up and get there. I just see that you had hard times recently, I hope life treats you better now and that you’re doing well

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"but the hardest thing is to hate and at the same time love more than anything the people who are supposed to protect us but hurt us deep inside." this is beautifully written and so true, I wrote those pieces from my heart every time Ezra protected his relationship particularly with Landon, every time Isabella gave Colleen another chance, etc etc. It does make it even more tragic when children are denied the love they deserve from the people they love and want to be most close too.

I completely understand how complex it is to decide how to manage adult relationships with parents who created awful home environments. My husband and I both have mixed results. In some cases it's a careful adult relationship, but he did choose to completely cut his mom from his life and go no contact. When I or my brother have tried to talk to my dad about our childhood, it goes nowhere. My husband's father still denies the things he allowed to go on in their home. It's just sad, all around. I'm glad you're in a happier place and I'm sorry for the warmth and joy you were denied as a child that you deserved <3

#asks #anonymous

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warrenwilkinson · 2 months ago

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Continuation from here

@witheredpetalsmses (Gilmore)

" Relived? " Gilmore spits back, how could Warren think of such a thing." I have lost enough already to not want to lose a brother, if anything I expect that you remain a constant in my life if nothing else!" Their frown deepens as Death goes on." I have nothing, I yearn for nothing but at least I could count that you, Freddie and Pestilence would be here, with me in this no matter the circumstances! " It was selfish on their part, to want them to stay even when it was clear that Warren desired for something more, he had always loved too deeply.

" Yes, I would rather!" Gil shakes their head." I thought you knew better than this Warren, after all we have been through but I see now that is not the case." " This one thing? It is never the one thing, you always want more, you desire passion and so you look for it. It's Maya now but it was Barachiel before, who you proclaimed to love so dearly." Gilmore breaths in, this was not how they expected the evening to go." I do not care. You will do as you please as you always have and I'll be there to pick up the pieces of what is left. If you want then do call Pestilence, I'm not sure what they can bring to the table."

Warren was proud of himself for not losing his temper like he usually did. He would have yelled and destroyed things when feeling this cornered and offended but not this time. Not here in their home so he shook his head, taking a deep breath, "Me being a constant in your life doesn't mean it was a good one. We're bonded by our creation and destiny but I'm tired to live like that's all I am. Aren't you?" He asked tiredly, "we can't change what we are or run for it, but at least we can escape it for a little while. I'm sorry. I really am sorry you lost the one thing you ever wanted. I wish you have never had to experience that loss and pain but it was not my fault and you can be angry at the work and at me if you want but you have no right to deny me the one thing that had made me less of a monster. And you can't deny me either to leave this world under my own circumstances, Gilmore. I love you but I'm not changing my mind on this," he said in a final tone. "Are you even listening to yourself? You prefer to have a slaughter to clean up after my rage than letting me go? So all those lives don't matter? Weren't you the one asking me to stop killing indiscriminately millenia ago? Why can you change and not me?" He asked shaking his head because even with his job, Gilmore wasn't really vicious like he and pestilence were. This came out as a big bitter surprise now. Warren huffed and raised his voice this time, "exactly you idiot! Exactly! I don't want you to have to pick up the pieces of anything! I don't want more of yours and the other resentment. I know I'm not gonna be with Maya after we pass but at least I won't be here making everyone's life a hell," he said with a broken tone.

Gilmore stares ahead, they often tried not to think too much about their existence, what they were, an anomaly of sorts and while they could understand where Warren was coming from they could not deal with the truth of the matter." Is that how you see us? Monsters?" Death steps back, hands turning into fists. "You are right, I cannot. You have always made up your mind with little care for others opinions and this will be no different, you are set in your ways." Gil closes their eyes, trying to hold themselves. " That is not what I meant, but you are capable of staying without achieving those things and between the two of us who is the one that has changed. Warren you have allowed yourself to feel things, to live your life with the pain that comes with it and in the end you will do as you please!" Finally Death stares back, they want to tell him there is no resentment from their part but they can't, because there is. " You carry yourself too high Warren."

Warren stood up, holding their glance in challenge, "not you. Me. I am a monster. The things that I've done, the people I've hurt. The pain I've unleash is not short of what a monster would do," he admitted looking uncommonly guilty. It stung that Gilmore threw to his face that he never cared for others and always did as he wanted, "I never thought the price to live this life your so high. Even back with Barachiel. I really tried not to feel things and spent long centuries without feeling anything for anyone until her. Maybe this is how it was supposed to be. Maybe that's why you spare her life," he said with a little hope in his voice, not wanting them to have such a negative conversation when they had managed to be so civil with each other for so long. It hurts to see their sibling so mad at him, "it was never my intention to hurt any of you when I decide to live my own life. Even less when I fell in love," he said apologetically, "life as we had it before playing human wasn't a life at all. I don't want to go back to that. I don't want you to go back to that either. Numb, emotionless, empty. You deserve better, Gil."

Gilmore relaxes for a moment, features softening." You are not a monster Warren. Yes, you have caused a lot of hurt in your path but that, it was then, you feel remorse and that shows change." They grow quiet, Death was still not sure why they had helped Maya on that awful night, they remembered that it would not cause too much of a problem to lend her a hand. They weren't sure if they believed in faith. " I'm not asking you to return to it, I wouldn't ask that of you." Gil confesses." But that is not the case for myself Warren, there is no better for me." And they truly thought it was the case, Uriel had been an expected surprise one that would not come again.

Warren's expression softened when Gilmore said he wasn't a monster, "someone once told me I wasn't able to change. That I have a lot of red in my ledge and that won't ever change," he said with a sigh. "I know you might think this is a whim, but it's different than it was with Barachiel. Maya is just too good even with all the bad things she has gone through," he said with a small smile, "I just want to make her happy," he admitted. He moved closer and placed a hand over his sibling's shoulder, "you don't know that. I know it feels like that but you already learned there is something good and some positive things to feel," he said seriously, "I'm still here for you," he assured.

Gilmore gives in, a sigh escaping their lips." I know." They say, deep down they knew the reason for their outburst, they were jealous of Warren to be able to love as he did and to be loved in return." She makes you happy and as much as I hate the thought of you leaving eventually, I know that there is a good reason for it."

Death shakes their head." No, there is not nor do I wish it to be. " But at least they weren't alone, Warren and Freddie were here as well as Trevor." I know that you are, I do appreciate it Warren. I apologize for... My strong reaction."

Warren relaxed a little when Gilmore sounded more understanding of his reasons, “Thank you, Gil. I know I’m stubborn and normally a huge idiot, but I promise this time it’s more than just that,” he assured.

He sighed, “and you dare to call me stubborn uh?” he shook his head, “just try not to close yourself completely,” he almost pleaded. Warren smiled a bit, “No need to apologize, I understand where that came from, I just wanted to explain…” he sighed, “have you considered adopting a pet?” he asked suddenly, wondering if maybe something like that could help his sibling’s heart not to freeze entirely, “Maya adopted a dog before we moved in together and then I adopted two kittens, they’re the cutest thing,” he smiled uncharacteristically, “I realized those little creatures are good incentives.”

" You are stubborn." Gilmore agreed with his statement." As long as you speak to the others as well about your plan, that is all that I ask." They wouldn't want to be the one to deliver the news once the time came, having to deal with whatever questions the other horsemen might have. Gilmore rolls their eyes." Yes and I will make no such promises." Death raises and eyebrow at the question." A pet?" They hadn't really consider it, usually they were satisfied with the ducks but they would never take them from their home. " I see, I'm not sure about myself but I will take it into consideration."

Warren grinned, "I know. It's part of the charm. Sometimes at least," he joked. "Hell no! I'm not telling Pest about it. I don't want to talk to them if I can avoid it. Freddie can deliver the news," he said with a grin knowing Gilmore didn't want to be the one telling them. "fine, make no promises but just remember you're capable to feel more than you allow yourself," he asked softly. He smiled, "If you ever consider it, I can help you pick a pet. I also have a horse cause we have a stable at home so if you like to have one we have the space for it," he offered.

Gilmore sighs." But of course you wouldn't tell them of the news. I'm not sure why you and Freddie avoid Pestilence so much, they can be good company." They joke lightly. " You have a stable?" Gilmore almost wants to sigh again,what didn't Warren have." I will consider it and if needed I will go to you for help but for now I am content with the ducks by the lake."

Warren rolled his eyes, “Cause they’re annoying as fuck. I don’t think Freddie is avoiding them, I think he’s hurt he was sent away,” he shrugged, “only you think Pestilence is a good company,” he huffed. “I do. When I got the house Maya and I live at now, I made sure I had a space for my horse and Freddie’s horse is there too now,” he grinned, “ok, as you want, the ducks do seem to like you a lot,” he smiled.

#F2F: Gilmore

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justanintrovertedweirdo · 9 months ago

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The Angel and the Imp

(THIS IS REALLY LONG YOU DO NOT HAVE TO READ ALL OF IT. I just wanted to share this introduction to some of my ocs that I did a while ago. I'm honestly really proud of it! Anyway, hope you enjoy if you are gonna read it!)

Hell. Some believe in it, some don’t. But all know it’s a wasteland of nothing but suffering and agony. And they wouldn’t be wrong. But a lot more happens in hell than most people know of. You see, mortals aren’t the only ones who suffer in hell. Down below the Earth’s surface, close to its core, is where the barren wasteland known as hell resides. And also where sinners, demons, and the deadly sins themselves call home. But there’s one specific demon that will be the focus of this story we tell today, some don’t even see them as demons. These are the little creatures known as imps. Inside the temples and homes in hell, they serve their masters, even through the severe abuse they are put through day after day. Other than mortals, imps have the worst lives in hell. And of course, when there are conditions like these, there are going to be some who rebel, and those who do are either severely punished, killed, or kicked out. Those who are lucky enough to be kicked out or to escape hide away in the parts of hell where no one looks. There are little communities of these rebellious imps scattered all over hell, where no one will find them. And in one of those little communities, is where one side of our story begins.

This certain community is hidden in a part of a town that has been long forgotten. It is one of the more improved communities, each of the residents has their own place to sleep, there’s a small pub in the middle where everyone gets their food, and most of them even have a make-shift roof to put over their heads when the weather gets bad. The imp we will be following in this story is an imp with many piercings, and a giant scar from his shoulder and across his torso called Cyrill. He was currently sitting in his make-shift hut which was made up from the rubble of the old buildings around them. The walls were made of old broken pieces of stone, the ceiling was made some-what functional thanks to some old wooden planks, and a large piece of cloth was used as a door. It was small, and it wasn’t comfortable, but it was something. He sat on the pile of straw that he used as a bed and held a small poorly made doll in his clawed hands. It was made of simple brown fabric, like his clothing was, and was stuffed with straw, just like his bed. It didn’t have many discernible features, aside from its poorly sewn in button eyes and its strange looking stitched mouth. The doll was his little brother’s, before he got separated from him at a young age due to him being sold off to a different master. His little brother gave it to him so he would remember him, not that he could ever forget him. It is the only thing he has left of his family, so he keeps it hidden in his straw bed so no one ever steals it or it gets ruined. He looks at it longingly as he gently holds it, it’s in even worse condition than when his brother gave it to him. He doesn’t know how to sew so he’s afraid if it breaks he’ll never be able to fix it. He stays on his bed holding the doll until suddenly his cloth door swings open.

“Hey! We’re start’in the party soon. You come’in or not?” It was Brutus, a strong imp that had many tattoos along his arms and legs. He was bigger than most imps, mostly because of his muscle. Out of all the imps in the community, he was some of the few who had the most scars.

Cyrill nearly jumped to his hooves at the large imp’s rude entrance. He instantly hid the doll back in his straw bed and looked at Brutus, clearly annoyed.

“For the love of Satan! When will you learn not to do that!” he exclaimed.

“Look, you come’in or not?” Brutus said, promptly ignoring him.

Cyrill sighed and stretched as he got up from his bed. “Alright, alright. I’m com’in.”

Brutus smiled, showing his sharp fangs as he held open the cloth door for him. “Good! Come on, they just got out the piano!”

They both walked past many other small huts, most of which looked the same, until they got to the center of their little village. It was built inside the least deprecated building and looked better than the rest of the village, which was saying a lot. This was where the imps in this little community got their food, which was all mostly stolen. It was also where they all gathered for meetings or parties, such as tonight. It was basically a small pub. The beverages they served were all stolen, much like the food. Lanterns were placed on the walls to light up the place, and there were a few tables, and a small bar, which is where an imp called Adonis worked. It’s not like he made a salary, he basically was there all the time in order to serve the imps any food or beverage they currently had. You could say he was the leader of this small community. He knew all the imps and everyone listened to his word more than anyone else’s. Nearly every imp was in this small pub tonight. As he and Brutus walked in, Cyrill could see many had already started to eat and drink as they talked and joked with their friends. There were a few that were taking turns playfully playing the piano, a very prized pession of theirs. When they walked in, a group of imps immediately called Brutus over to join them at their table.

“Oh, that’s me! Gotta go. You go have fun, alright.” Brutus patted Cyrill on the back and smiled at him again before going off to join the other group of imps. Cyrill smiled a little back at him before heading straight to the bar and sitting down on a stool. Adonis, seeing him sit down, walked over to him.

“You want the usual?” he asked in his usual gruff voice. Adonis tended to look very unaproachable, but he actually cared a lot about all the imps here. He knew a lot about them all too, since he was the one everyone usually came to talk to. No one knew a lot about where he came from or how he ended up here, but everyone knows that he despises demons more than anyone, and never wants to get involved with them ever again. Thanks to his injuries, it was clear why he didn’t want to. His broken horn, the worst kind of injury for imps, told them all they needed to know.

“Yeah, thanks” Cyrill rested his head on his hand and got more comfortable in his seat.

Adonis nodded and went off to get his drink. While he waited, Cyrill looked around at the other imps as the party really started off. Brutus looked like he was already making bets with his friends, probably about how much he could drink. He was someone that always had a big toothy grin on his face. It’s said he used to help make weapons for a demon, but when he rebelled and refused to do any more work for them, he was scalded with hot metal and thrown out onto the streets. He bears the scar proudly on his upper arm, he never seems to let anything bring him down. He always takes any bad thing as a lesson and gets right back up after. Another imp, Damian, was being the usual social butterfly he was and was chatting up everyone at his table. He was a skinny imp with lighter skin that didn’t have too many scars. His tall horns were a bit scratched up though. He said that he had worked for a demon under Asmodeus, the embodiment of lust. They used him mostly for chores and errands, though sometimes they’d sharpen things using his horns, just to show how little he meant to them. They abandoned him in this realm when they deemed he wasn’t useful to them anymore. He’s now gotten better but he’s still not fully recovered. Cyrill knows that he still doesn’t believe he’s worth much of anything. But he is getting better. Slowly, but surely. Before Cyrill could watch much more of what the other imps were doing, a scarred imp with an eyepatch sat next to him and started to talk.

“Hey! If it isn’t Cyrill! I thought you weren’t gonna show!” The imp was already holding a small drink in his hand as he leaned his body on the bar counter. His name was Atlas, and he was the most rebellious imp in this village. He was also some of the few who had the most scars, like Brutus. His most defining feature of all though, was his eyepatch that he wore over his left eye. Or at least his left socket. Atlas had once worked under a very brutal demon, not a day went by without him punishing any of the imps that worked for him. After finally having enough, Atlas lashed out at the demon, which responded by clawing his eye out. He then threw him out onto the streets and left him to die. Even so, his rebellious spirit never faltered, and he continues to want to get back at the demons who had all wronged them. It’s the reason he usually leads groups of imps when they go out to steal supplies.

“I wasn’t, but then Brutus practically forced me to.” Cyrill responded with some annoyance.

“Well, now that you’re here, you should lighten up a bit! Come on, let’s go have some fun!” Even though Cyrill was clearly not interested in doing anything right now, that didn’t stop Atlas from trying his hardest to get him to join in. He always wanted Cyrill to have fun since he barely looked happy most of the time.

“I think he’d just like to have a few drinks” Atlas and Cyrill turned to see that Adonis had returned with Cyrill’s drink. He sat it down in front of Cyrill who quickly took a hold of it and gave Adonis a thankful look. Atlas could see that Cyrill wasn’t interested but he still tried one last time.

“Aw, really? Come on, at least watch Brutus drown himself in beer” He gestured to Brutus who seemed to already be on his second glass. He was cheered on by the imps around him as he continued to down his drink.

“Really, I’m fine. Go ahead, have fun. You don’t have to worry about me” Cyrill waved his hand and gave Atlas a reassuring smile.

Atlas sighed, “Alright. But seriously, this is a party! At least try to have some kind of fun.” With that, Atlas got up and walked over to the table Brutus was at, where he had just finished downing his second beer, to the delight of everyone watching on.

“Atlas is right you know.” Adonis spoke up again and Cyrill turned to face him. “I’ll get you whatever you want but don’t just sit here look’in sad all evening.” He left Cyrill alone at that and headed off to serve someone else.

Cyrill sighed again and drank his beverage. He knew they were all right but he felt like he couldn’t have fun after everything that’s happened to him. He felt so guilty for not trying to find his brother after they got separated. He felt like he could never really help anyone. Someone started to play an actual song on the piano, which slowly caught everyone’s attention. Some listened, some danced, and some even sang along. With that, the whole pub got even more lively. There was laughing, singing, dancing, and cheering. Even though their living conditions were some of the worst in all of hell, they all knew this was so much better than living under any demon. Here they were free. And they were happy. Cyrill genuinely smiled as he watched the mood become even lighter, even starting to tap his finger on the bar counter along to the music. The rickety door of the pub then swung open and the voice of a small imp echoed through the room. All the chatter, laughing, and music stopped instantly.

“The angels are coming!” the small imp shouted, as loud as he possibly could.

The whole pub went dead silent. No one said anything in response. The small imp then calmed himself down and spoke again, more quietly this time.

“The angels are coming” fear could be seen all across his body.

Adonis walked over to the imp with a serious look on his face. “How long do we have?”

“An hour. I overheard some demons talking about it in the streets.” The imp was obviously holding back how frightened he was.

And he was right to be frightened, angels are extremely powerful beings. They’re more powerful than any demon or any of the deadly sins. They’re so powerful they could kill Lucifer himself, not that it would be easy, but they could, and that scares those in hell, demon or not. They come down to hell every month or so to either deliver a message to or to talk with one of the deadly sins. No one is to come close to them when they arrive, or they risk getting slashed with one of their spears. Every angel in heaven’s army has one. They were made with the intent to kill beings of hell, so most know better than to get in their way. Imps know they could easily be killed by an angel, it would be like simply killing a pest for them. That’s why all imps stay hidden when angels arrive. It’s the safest way to ensure they won’t be killed.

Adonis raised his voice in order to make sure everyone in the pub could hear him, “Everyone needs to go back to their huts. I’ll inform all of those who weren’t here with us tonight.”

There was a slight sadness in the pub from the party ending early, but they still immediately followed Adonis’ instructions. Everyone quickly left the pub, nothing was really cleaned up but that didn’t matter, they could clean up after the angels had gone. They were in an abandoned part of their town, so there wasn’t much of a chance that the angels would come anywhere close to them. Still, they were angels, and they were imps, it was much better to be safe than sorry. Cyrill heard a lot of chatter among all the imps as he quickly got back to his hut. While some showed it and some didn’t, they clearly were all afraid. It made since. He was too. He entered into his hut and plopped down onto his bed. He knew they were very safe here, but he couldn’t help but feel terrified whenever the angels came. And he hated that feeling. He hated feeling terrified of those who were stronger than him, it made him feel so weak. It couldn’t really be helped much, he was an imp after all. He pulled out the raggedy doll from his bed and held it close to him.

“Stay safe little brother,” he said.

Heaven, once again, it’s a place where most are not sure exist. But it’s where they would like to go to meet their loved ones, and live the rest of their afterlife in peace. Peace, you would think heaven is full of it, and it mostly is, but even so, it has the strongest army in all of creation. All who oppose it have fallen beneath it. The only time this army has ever come close to losing, was when its own soldiers fought against it, rebels that were led by Lucifer. But that happened a long time ago, and Lucifer and all those who fought with him have long since fallen. Even so, heaven’s army still stays strong, awaiting their next attack. Irene, a young angel with yellow eyes, is a part of this army. She is a second rank, as seen by her two pairs of wings. Every angel earns their own wings at different parts of their life, but when an angel joins heaven’s army, their wings double in size. Everytime they get promoted, they gain a new pair of wings. The stronger the angel, the more wings it has. Irene has had four wings for a while now, she is hoping she will get a new pair soon. They were currently practicing their stances with their spear before another angel came up to them.

“You about ready to go, Irene?”

It was Alexis, a third ranked angel with purple eyes. Her and Irene had known each other for some time now.

Irene steadied herself with her spear before turning to look at Alexis. “Yes ma’am.”

“Good, let’s join the others.” Alexis motioned with her hand for Irene to follow, and they did.

They walked through the training fields, neither of them talked much with each other. The fields were green and the sun was warm, just like always. The buildings were clean, it seemed like even the training grounds for an army were perfect in heaven.

“Are you nervous?” Alexis asked, breaking the silence between them.

“Yes. But I believe I’m ready” Irene looked at Alexis with a confident smile as they said this.

“I believe you are too,” Alexis responded.

This was Irene’s first mission in hell. She was going with Alexis and two other angles in order to deliver a message to Beelzebub, the embodiment of gluttony. Luckily, Alexis was going to do the talking, but Irene was still very nervous. They arrived at the point where they could enter hell and joined the other two angels that were waiting for them. Both of them were second ranks, like Irene. Only second ranks and above were allowed to go on missions to hell. Most say you had truly dedicated yourself to heaven’s army when you became a second rank. The four of them were extremely high up, they were at one of the highest places in heaven.

“Alright, all of you are going to follow my lead. Irene, you follow behind me. Apollo, you follow us and Eros will follow last. Got it?” Alexis explained, pointing to each of them appropriately as she said their names.

“Understood ma’am” they all said in unison.

With that, Alexis nodded and turned toward the edge, revealing the clouds that held heaven. She spread her six wings and took off before diving down toward the earth. Irene followed after her, then Apollo, then Eros, just like Alexis had told them to. They dived head first with their wings tucked in tight. They kept going faster, and faster, until heat washed over them and they spread their wings, safely landing in hell. Only an angel is able to do this, they have to reach a certain speed while they dive down to earth in order to reach hell. It’s the only way for angels, while for anyone else, it’s death. They looked around where they had landed, their white skin, clothes, wings, and weapons were a great contrast with the rest of their surroundings. Alexis and Eros looked around for any danger while Irene and Apollo did the same but mostly gazed at their surroundings. This was the first time these two had been to hell after all. It was exciting, but also extremely terrifying. This was the domain of all of the fallen angels, of Lucifer. This was where all demons were born and where all sinners on earth were brought to be tortured for their sins. It truly was a terrifying place.

“Alright, the cost is clear, let’s start moving to her domain. Be sure to stay on your guard.” Alexis told the group, showing just how many times she had been down here.

The group followed Alexis’ lead as they walked through bloodied stone streets lined with houses and temples. Irene could feel how unsafe this place was, she even swore she could hear screaming every now and then in the distance. There was no sky, no sun, just stone and thick air. Irene almost felt bad for all the beings that were trapped here, but she stopped herself, they knew every single being down here deserved to be here, it was their rightful place. Irene shouldn’t feel bad for what she couldn’t change. They all continued to walk through the strangely quiet and empty streets. It came as a surprise to Irene to not see any living creature in sight, even though they were told that hell’s citizens usually hid away when they came down to their domain. Irene found it a little strange, but she wasn’t about to start asking for a fight in hell of all places. But as if it had read her mind, a flying creature then swooped down and scratched her wrist, seeming to try and snatch her bracelet. The scratch felt like it was burning through her skin. She winced and looked toward the creature and then to Alexis for confirmation. They were told if they were ever attacked by anything in hell, they should kill it immediately.

“Go ahead, we’ll continue forward” Alexis said to her.

Irene nodded and flew up into the air and began to chase after the creature. It was small, which meant it was weak, but it also meant that it was quick. But it only had two wings, and Irene had four, which were also much bigger. They both flew quickly past and through many buildings and strange plants until they got to a more ruined part of the town they were currently in. Irene was about to catch this small demon until she accidentally bumped into a ruined building, which made her pause the chase. The demon quickly flew away and before Irene could resume chasing it, she heard movement behind her. Her eyes widened as a big piece of rubble began to fall right on top of her.

Chatter and arguments filled up the air in the pub. Everyone was worried, not because of the angels, they were told they had left hours ago, they were worried about their supplies. Atonis had just announced to everyone that they were running low on food and some imps would need to go in search of more. This was by far the most dangerous part of living here. Homeless imps had to steal food from demons, and if they were caught, they’d most certainly be killed. It was a risky task, but it was necessary in order to keep everyone fed. Atonis stayed in his place on top of the bar counter and raised his voice once again so everyone could hear him.

“Everyone, listen! The unexpected visit from the angels has delayed this restocking of our food much more than I would’ve liked. At least four of us are going to have to go out and find as much food as they can.”

“You know I’m always glad to go, Atonis” Atlas stepped forward, not unusual of him in the slightest.

“I’ll also go, Atonis” Brutus stepped forward soon after Atlas. Brutus was very good at protecting others, so it was a relief to everyone to hear him volunteer.

“I’ll go as well” A young imp stepped forward as he raised his clawed hand.

No one else proceeded to step forward after that. The room was silent as everyone anxiously awaited for just one more imp to volunteer.

“We need one more imp. I’m afraid we can’t do this supply run without at least four.” Atonis said, growing impatient.

Cyrill raised his clawed hand and stepped forward, “I’ll go.”

Everyone looked at him as walked next to the three other imps. Cyrill hadn’t gone on a supply run for sometime now. Everyone was surprised but also very grateful when he stepped up. The other three imps gave him friendly smiles as he stood next to them, Brutus once again giving him a light pat on the back.

“Good, thank you Cyrill. Now, you all know the drill, find as much food wherever you can and make sure to stay together if you can. Above all, stay safe, your lives are much more important than food.” Atonis got down from the bar counter as he talked to them. He had said this many times to many imps but he still meant every word. He’d much rather have everyone come back alive than have them sacrifice themselves for food. With that he took out four bags and handed them to each of them.

The four imps took the bags and all nodded to what Atonis said and after waving farewell to all the others, they left. When they got to the outskirts of their little village, Cyrill started to walk in a different direction than the other three were. The three imps noticed this and Brutus called out to him.

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going?”

Cyrill turned his head to face them, “I’m going to the ruins east of here. There should be some good food growing there that I can bring back.”

The other three looked at each other, concerned.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna come with us?” Atlas asked.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna come with me?” Cyrill asked back.

The other three thought about their response. They were going further into town, they needed to stick with each other there. No one was usually in the ruins, and they could bring back more food if they all weren’t together. Due to how much food they needed, the other three agreed that Cyrill could go to the ruins on his own.

“Be careful alright?” Atlas said, still looking a little worried for Cyrill.

Cyrill nodded and they went their separate ways. The three imps went further into town as Cyrill headed east into the more desolate parts of this domain. The streets were still pretty empty from the angel’s visit a couple of hours ago, but there were some demons around. Luckily, Cyrill had done this many times in the past and he easily and quickly snuck past the demons. He walked past what looked like a demon couple as they interlocked their arms and silently walked the streets, seeming to enjoy the rare calmness. It wasn’t long until the buildings started to get more ruined and less and less demons could be seen roaming around. Vegetation started to replace stone as Cyrill went further into the ruins. He wandered around for a bit until he found a group of mushrooms nested in the ground. Cyrill was able to tell they were safe to eat thanks to how long he’d been on his own. You learn a lot when you’re forced to survive off of everything around you. He put them in his bag and wandered around a bit more until he found a berry bush that he happily picked the berries from and placed them into the pouch with the mushrooms. He was feeling good about how much food he was finding until a strange noise made him stop in his tracks. It sounded like grunting, or at least it sounded like someone was struggling. There was also a sound of metal scraping against stone. Cyrill hesitated for a moment, but in the end decided to investigate. He thought that he’d just quietly take a peek to see what it was. If it was another imp, he’d help them, if it was anything else, he’d just leave it alone. Cyrill got closer to some old ruins as the sounds got louder. He quietly crept around to a hole in the wall where he could see what was making the sounds. He then instantly ducked back behind the wall as he did. He didn’t really believe what he had just seen. It had looked like an angel, but that was impossible, the angels had left hours ago. Cyrill froze as a voice called out to him.

“I know you’re there. Are you gonna come out or leave?”

The voice sounded stern, and powerful. Cyrill felt his blood run cold at the sound of it. He was about to run but something made him stay. And that same something made him look through the hole in the wall again, despite every single instinct in his body telling him to run for the hills. As his eyes laid on it again, he knew he had indeed seen what he thought he saw. It was an angel. Cyrill had never seen one this up close before. He got even more terrified just looking at it. It’s many sharp yellow eyes met his. Cyrill had felt weak before, but this was something entirely different. No demon in hell could make him feel the fear he was feeling in this moment. Its large wings were half folded out at its sides, it looked like it was about ready to attack him. Cyrill questioned why it didn’t, but then he realized. Its bottom right wing was trapped under a large piece of rubble. It looked like it was trying to lift the stone off its wing by pushing its spear under it and pushing on it. It didn’t seem like it was working too well.

“Are you just going to keep staring at me?” the angel spoke again, its voice just as stern and cold.

Cyrill’s ability to speak seemed to have abandoned him. He couldn’t find or get out a single word in this moment. What was he supposed to say? As he continued to not say anything, the angel sighed heavily and once again tried to push the piece of rubble off its wing with its spear. Cyrill stayed where he was, not daring to get anywhere near it.

“Are you… trapped?” Cyrill was finally able to form a sentence. His voice was quiet and fearful, but also curious.

The angel looked back at him, an extreme hate filled its eyes. “Of course I am. What does it look like?”

Cyrill stepped back a bit in fear. It was strange for him to see such a powerful creature like an angel trapped like this. “I was just asking,” he said, still very fearful.

“Look, just leave me alone” the angel already seemed to be tense, and it seemed Cyrill’s presence wasn’t helping.

Cyrill continued to watch the angel before he did something he never thought he would ever do. He climbed through the hole in the wall and got closer to the angel. He kept his distance from it, making sure even with its spear it couldn’t touch him. Cyrill had always seen angels as these untouchable beings. But now that he saw one trapped, he felt like he could approach it. He wondered if an angel could be trapped this easily, how easily could they be hurt? He’d never seen an angel get injured before. Maybe when they do get injured, it makes them incredibly vulnerable. Cyrill’s thoughts were broken when the angel spoke again.

“What are you doing?” It sounded more like a command than a question. The angel was fully tensed up now, it tightened its grip on its spear, looking ready to attack.

Cyrill couldn’t find a good answer no matter how hard he tried. “I don’t know” was all he could muster out.

The angel was obviously not happy with this answer. It brandished its spear, staring him down. “If you get any closer to me, I won’t hesitate to kill you” it said boldly.

Its many eyes felt like they were searing through Cyrill’s body. Even though this was the worst fear he had ever felt in his life, he felt like he couldn’t back down. When was he going to come across another chance like this again? When was he going to find an angel in such a vulnerable state again? Despite his better judgment, he took a step closer. He then quickly dodged out of the way as the angel threw its spear at him with no hesitation. The spear lodged itself into the wall behind him with incredible force. Cyrill looked at the spear, then back to the angel with intense fear. The angel looked back at him, annoyed that it had missed. It then looked back at its spear and realized something as it let out a groan and put a hand to its face. It took a second for Cyrill to also realize this, but when he did most of the fear left his body. The angel had thrown away its only weapon, and there was no way it could get it back. Cyrill began to laugh when he realized this, which only made the angel more aggravated.

“Shut it! I can still kill you even without my spear!” It tried to lean closer to Cyrill but stopped when the piece of ruin pulled on its wing painfully.

Cyrill stopped laughing but still smiled at it as he saw just how helpless this angel was. For once in his life, he finally felt like he had the upper hand on a being that could usually crush him with ease. He then looked back at the spear and smiled more as he got an idea. He got up and walked toward the angelic spear in the wall.

“Don’t you dare touch that!” The angel was furious now.

Cyrill looked back at it, grinning as moved his hand closer to the spear. “And what are you gonna do about it?” With that he placed his clawed hand on the spear. It felt strange. It felt like he was touching metal, but it was warm. It wasn’t warm from its surroundings, it was emitting the warmth by itself. It looked like it slightly glowed from his touch. His thoughts were once again interrupted when the angel spoke again.

“You can touch it?” the volume of its voice had lowered. It now sounded more confused than aggravated.

Cyrill turned back to the angel, his hand still on the spear. “Yeah. What do you mean?”

The angel’s words came as a surprise to Cyrill. He had heard it felt like your wound was burning when you were struck by an angelic weapon, but he found it a little strange how the angel thought it would burn him just by touching it. Cyrill then placed both of his hands on the spear and began pulling it out of the wall, its warmth emanating from itself to his hands. The angel watched him, confused.

“What are you doing?” it said, tilting its head slightly.

Cyrill let go of the spear to take a breath before trying to pull it out again. “I’m gonna try to hold it,” he said, grabbing onto the spear again.

The angel narrowed its eyes at him, “are you going to try to steal it from me?” it said.

“Maybe, I guess we’ll see.” Cyrill said as he continued pulling on the spear.

He kept pulling on the spear until finally he pulled it out of the wall. He then quickly fell backwards underneath the weight of the spear. The angel held back a small laugh when he did. Cyrill tried to pick up the spear again but it was obvious that a small imp like him wasn’t going to be able to pick up a spear carried by an angel trained in heaven’s army.

“Well, guess that’s not happening,” he said, giving up on the spear.

“You tried,” the angel said, seeming to enjoy how Cyrill struggled with its spear.

Cyrill looked to the spear and then to the angel and back again. He sighed.

“I guess you can have it back,” Cyrill said as he reluctantly dragged the spear across the ground before sliding it back to the angel.

The angel quickly grabbed the spear again, though it looked a bit confused as it did. It looked at its spear, and then back to Cyrill.

“Why did you do that?” it asked.

“I’m not sure,” Cyrill said, as he sat down on the ground.

“You seem to not be sure about a lot of things,” the angel said back to him.

Cyrill chuckled a little, “that sounds about right.”

The angel still looked confused but it wasn’t about to question him further. It went back to trying to lift the piece of ruin off its wing with the spear, it still didn’t work. Cyrill watched as the angel tried and failed once again.

“You need more weight,” he said.

The angel let out an annoyed sigh, “thanks for pointing out the obvious.”

Cyrill paused for a moment before getting up and slowly making his way towards the angel. “Why don’t I try-”

Before he could get anything else out the angel quickly removed its spear from under the rubble and pointed it right at him. Cyrill had thought the angel had calmed down but it was obvious he was wrong. The angel had its spear back, and it was ready to try and skewer him a second time if needed. Cyrill put his hands up and tried to look as unaggressive as possible.

“I’m not gonna hurt you” he said, trying his best to make the angel believe it.

“And why should I believe what you say?” the angel asked, its spear never faltering.

“I guess you can't,” Cyrill said. “But how bad could I really hurt you? I’m only an imp after all.”

The angel lowered its spear a little. “That’s right. You are.” It then cocked its head, “what are you doing here anyway? Shouldn’t you be serving your master?”

Cyrill grimaced slightly as the angel said this. “I don’t have a master. I haven’t had a master for years.”

The angel’s eyes widened, it now looked more confused than ever. “What? But how? Isn’t that a whole imp’s purpose?”

Cyrill snickered, trying to hide how much those words hurt him. “Guess I’m pretty useless then, huh? Which only further proves my point. How badly could a useless, masterless imp like me hurt you?” He held back his anger as he grimaced and clenched his fists.

The angel almost felt sorry for the imp. It stopped itself before it actually could, though. This was a being of hell, the first being to ever be made in hell for that matter. It didn’t deserve sympathy.

The angel sighed, “alright, you can help me. But if you try anything, I won’t hesitate to kill you” it made that last part very clear as it pointed its spear at him one last time before lowering it, still keeping a tight grip on it.

Cyrill slowly walked over to the angel, making sure to not show any signs of aggression. His heart beat got quicker as he got to the point where the angel could attack him and quicker still as he got closer. The angel was so much bigger than him, that was only made more abundantly clear as he got closer to it. Even when sitting down it was still taller than him. The angel never stopped looking at him. It took a second for him to find his voice when he got close enough to it.

“Okay, I’ll push down on your spear with you when you have it under the rubble. Maybe then it’ll be enough to lift it off your wing” Cyrill explained.

The angel nodded and put its spear under the rubble once again. Cyrill cautiously put his hands on the spear, feeling its warmth on his hands once again. They both began to push down on the spear. Cyrill needed to put his whole body weight on the spear before it actually started to lift the large piece of ruin off of the angel’s wing. They kept pushing and as soon as it could, the angel pulled its wing out from under the rubble with a pained expression. The angel quickly pulled off its weight from the spear once its wing was no longer trapped, and Cyrill quickly followed suit. They both looked at the wing. It was definitely broken. There wasn’t blood, but it was clear some bones were broken. After examining its wing, the angel stood up, making Cyrill be at about waist height of it. There was silence between them for some time before the angel spoke up.

“Thank you” it said, almost sounding reluctant.

“You’re welcome” Cyrill was surprised to hear this angel thank him, but he still received the angel’s thanks.

There was silence again before the angel said something else, “what is your name?”

Cyrill didn’t know exactly what to say for a second. Was this angel really asking for his name? “Cyrill,” He said finally.

The angel gently put its hand to its chest, “Irene” it said.

Silence fell over them again. Neither of them ever thought that they would be exchanging names with someone like this.

“It was… interesting to meet you, Cyrill,” Irene said as she turned to leave.

Cyrill didn’t know what to say back. He didn’t know what to say about any of this. “Yeah, you too” was all he could get out.

After that, Irene took off with her one remaining pair of wings, blowing some dust against Cyrill as she did. Strangely, Cyrill didn’t seem to mind. He watched as Irene flew away, confused about the interaction he had just had, much like her. Both of them were asking questions, and both of them were wanting answers. But neither of them were sure if they wanted them answered.

#holy crap this is long #thank you so much if you read all of it!!!!#I think I'm gonna start posting my writing on here as well #I wanna share as much as I can about my ocs so I might as well share this #I really gotta draw more of these guys #I love them so much #the angel and the imp #writing #my writing #ocs #my ocs

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Hypaxia knew her things from her time in Adarlan needed to be cleaned. She knew she shouldn't hold onto the past.

But she - she could never bring herself to do it. Azriel was more than happy to take that burden from her. Even after she tried to "distract" with kisses.

She now curled by the sun, a book in her hands. She glowed, the weeks of rest, of letting someone else take care of her...it was finally beginning to show.

Azriel moved through the boxes, sorting things. Most wouldn't be kept and he was really only looking for any weapons they -

He stilled at seeing a folded piece of paper.

Hypaxia,

Or for whoever is reading this we knew. Prothvar, Lucivar and I knew Pixie when we left. Mother told us before we did, we knew what would happen when we left our home to go with you.

I don't know if you survived but you're strong - so I'm going to assume you did. Because of course you did, you're a fighter little sister.

We knew what we were walking into. And I know you will hate us for not telling you. But you know I agree, you know that Aelin needed to be pushed, her family and country needed her home.

Don't blame yourself Hypaxia, don't let anyone else blame you either. We are honored to serve our Queen and country. We are so proud of the female and Queen you're becoming. One day you're going to lead a nation. A beacon for every weary and broken soul to come to our shores.

It was an honor and a privilege to help even a little, to watch you grow up.

You're going to do great and wonderous things Hypaxia I just know it.

Love,

R, Ravenar. The eldest of her brothers. The one that had been commanding general of their armies.

"Azriel? Is everything okay?"

Hypaxia yawned and rubbed at her eyes. She looked the way he'd gone. Should she check? There was nothing in that room but old scraps of paper, maybe some books and weapons. She should have been able to go through them. All she saw was the memories she has with her older brothers, the way they'd spar with her or tease her. The way they'd debrief with her and counsel her.

Gods she missed them. Family or not Edan was right - she rotted everything she touched. Azriel insisted on being here but when would she rot him? When she would become so horrible even for him?

Her voice drew him away from the letter he held in his hand, his body tensed as he listened to hear her movements. Was she coming? Would she want to help him? His throat tightened a little, the words written on the page weighed upon him. A private letter, one he wasn't even sure she had read it the first time.

Even with these words, still, the burden of what happened weighed upon her, and hurt her. She carried her suffering and moved forwards, she was judged by many and painted in a light she didn't deserve.

He carefully tucked the letter away, ensuring it was somewhere safe before he rose to a stand. He needed to make sure she didn't listen to those people, he needed to make sure she kept moving forward and seeing promise.

Azriel appeared within the door, leaning upon the frame as he looked to her. "I am here," he spoke up. "And everything is fine, I have organized most things. Boxed things you may not want to throw out. As well as made a pile of things you should go through and decide if you want them gone."

#Muse | Azriel

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runthepockets · 1 year ago

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When I write about young boys-- both cis and trans-- who join gangs, for example, it isn't a way of saying "look how innately violent and evil masculinity is". It's because those are my experiences. I know firsthand a lot of boys and young men join gangs for the feeling of fraternity / the abundance of paternal figures, for structure, the ability to vent your emotions through violence and posturing (as is innate to the way we've molded masculinity in the west), and the chance to be taken seriously and to feel integral to a larger cause. This logic trickles down into things as simple as schoolyard hazing rituals and internalized transphobia and everything inbetween. It's heartbreaking and cruel and gritty but that's just how life is for a lot of us. I grew up with many boys who underwent this ordeal and at least a third of them are dead or in and out of jail routinely. It sucks to grow up in environments like that, and I'm honestly not happy or proud of the type of boy I was and the man I was so close to becoming due to being in such close proximity of that level of violence and nihilism for the majority of my life. Nevertheless, it made me who I am today. They're my experiences and my community and they still happen to many boys and men like me, so I claim them. I transitioned for myself, first and foremost, but also because I was tired of seeing art and analysis of manhood / boyhood / masculinity almost exclusively through the lense of the very methods being critiqued, rather than with love or compassion or even the vaguest hint of how to end the cycle and stop any more boys from being hurt, or preventing them from growing up into men who take that hurt out on the women, children, and queer people in their lives. I don't think the drive for recognition and control are exclusive to cis men, I don't even think it's exclusive to men. I think these are very human emotions that men are more often rewarded for seeking in our society, and when written and talked about realistically, can help a lot of cis and trans men self actualize and protect themselves and each other.

So imagine how shocking it often is to be in queer spaces, where people routinely posture themselves as gender abolitionists and communists and hell even "superior" to the mainstream school of gender theory, only to see them routinely putting cis men and boys down-- for their interests and body types and hair patterns and fashion sense and seeming lack of essential empathy--, for not knowing any better when they "should", because all men are carbon copies of each other and have the same level of access to resources and aren't just trying to survive in the way that is least likely to get them isolated or killed or bullied or stripped of humanity, same as any woman or gay dude. Like, that's someone's son and brother and best friend and cousin and nephew and grandson you're talking about.

Am I really supposed to believe this is acceptable or "deserved" behavior? Am I really supposed to believe this is how people that are supposed to be my community are going to look at me until I explicitly tell them I wasn't born with a penis? Do I have to relay my entire life story every time I don't want to be ridiculed or immediately assumed to be "the enemy" for wearing jeans and a t-shirt and lacking neurosis around my patchy facial hair and high forehead, after so long of being denied the right to simply exist as a man without question? Am I really just supposed to say "haha yeah but I'm not like those guys" in context of the cis men and boys I admired, looked up to, and grew up around? Am I really expected to shirk all my formative life experiences and favorite pieces of art and the majority of my passions and values in favor of what (predominantly white) people deem an "acceptable" or "relatable" queer / trans / male experiences? It's so whack. Let trans dudes be dudes, let us do whatever we want with our masculinity and talk about it how we want cus we like it and feel like it, not because of whatever the popular caricature of "wholesome" masculinity is this week.

The "trans men are ontologically different from cis men" crowd when they realize I spend my mornings writing essays on the seductive power of violence and stoicism on men and boys in the west and how it creates a damaging and hostile environment for themselves and everyone around them because those are my most intimate and lived experiences as a trans man rather than being a walking talking Ken doll to represent whatever of genre of man makes them feel most comfortable in their weird bioessentialist notions of what men and masculinity are:

#gender diaries

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sashi-ya · 3 years ago

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Hey love 💖 can I get Chad with the prompt picnic date, fem reader, and sfw? Tysm in advance bc I love my mans 🥺💕

Hi! Of course darling! I hope you like it!! I'm sorry for taking so long but I hope you enjoy this sweet fic :3

🌛 One Piece x Bleach Crossover Event : Under The Moon 🌜

SFW ~ Adult! Yasutora Chad x F! Reader ~ A Picnic Date Under the Moon

tw: The softest cutest sfw fic I ever written :P Chad and the guys are adults, 28 y/o after the last time skip. Featuring Ichigo, Orihime, Rukia, Renji, Ichika and Kazui as the baby demons. And even Don Kanonji XD. Pure fluff

wc: 2.1 K

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Since the very first time you watched him enter into your classroom, your eyes fluttered towards his sharp features, his tanned skin, and his big frame. It wasn’t until the last year of college that you realize your attachment to him wasn’t just friendship, but you were madly in love with him.

Yet, Chad, never once expressed more than fraternal love towards you… of course, in his own ways since he is not a man of words. And you, frankly, either. Maybe you were scared, maybe you weren’t ready, but you felt as if he slipped out of your fingers, out of your reach, and time passed by…

Fast forward to current days, where Chad has become a boxing champion...

“I haven’t spoke to him since forever” you thought while scrolling through proud posts of Ichigo showing how his friend, more like brother, was using his powerful anatomy to beat and win. His bangs weren’t covering half of his eyes like they used to do, and you giggled. “Guess you have passed your emo phase, don’t you, Chad?”

You sighed; he had always made you do so. As if your heart was too full of joy and the pressure of your chest was so high that you should sigh it out of it…

“Can’t believe I’m still behaving like a teenager…” you fanned your face with your hand, as it became too hot when seeing how handsome your school crush had become. Closing your laptop, you stood-up walking sloppily towards the kitchen. Those days had been lonely, and it’s not that you didn’t enjoy the peace of your own space, but you could used some fun so you texted Ori and Rukia to see what they were up to.

Of course, Orihime and Rukia were absolutely stressed by the demons they have as children. They were about to start kindergarten and they were all about getting ready for it. Kazui and Ichika are a hurricane of love and energy that fills your hearts with pure content but sometimes can be tiring.

❄Ori Kurosaki> Ah, (Name) Ichigo told me you were asking the other day If we knew some good place to train, right? You > Yes! Does he know a good place? ❄ Ori Kurosaki > Yes, let me resend you the location. He said it is a really good place, and that you will be super happy to go there. Ruki Ruki 🐇 > Surely you will enjoy, (Name)! 😏 ❄ Ori Kurosaki> 📍 Av. Guanajuato 894 Ruki Ruki 🐇 > oh my God, that was Renji. I’m sorry!

The conversation kept going until late and you smiled with every message, your friends were the sun of your life, and your eyes got a little watery when remembering those high school days and your adventures…

That same night, before sleeping, you checked the address Ori sent you and you found the place to be quite a pretty gym, at least online…

“Hi, I’m here for the kickboxing try class” you saluted the man at the counter of the gym Ichigo recommended. It didn’t look very crowded and maybe it was because you were there early, but you didn’t see any other woman there. Though, you didn’t feel uncomfortable at all.

“Oh, welcome! You must be (Name)!” the receptionist told you, and you quickly recognized him as the guy whom you spoke to via phone call before coming in. “Please, come in. The instructor will arrive soon! You have chosen the best time to come, he is a champion and will teach you wonderfully!”

Soon, the image of Chad during the last boxing tournament crossed your mind as the word champion was pronounced. You smiled, but surely never expected what was coming next.

“Hi, I’m sorry for the delay” a deep, calmer, soft voice resonated on your ears as you slowly turned around to face your instructor. Both of you widened your eyes, “it can’t be…”

“Chad? Yasutora Chad?!” you chimed, amazed and probably thinking that must be a weird dream

“Oh… (Name)?” he asked, as amazed as you.

The time ran slow in between your eyes, it was like those romantic movies… it had been so long since you two have looked at each other’s eyes that you didn’t mind getting lost for a little bit longer on them. And apparently neither did him.

But, as always, life will still get in the way and that time, Kanonji, the counter guy interrupted the moment. “So, I bet you know him, huh? He is the infamous Yasutor-“

“I know him, of course” you cut him short, trying for the guy to finally leave the place. Even if you realized that you were still in love with him -now even more than before- you really wanted to catch up with his life since your paths parted after school.

Probably the guy was still there, but you stopped noticing him. There was something, something you couldn’t stop doing… looking at him, scanning his aged features, his unbreakable frown…

It was not until the guy actually left that Chad tried to articulate some words. He remained silent -more than always- because for some reason his eyes were showing him the signs of the time on your image. You were then a 28-year-old woman, no longer a teenager.

“So, you want to learn kickboxing?” he asked, playing with the coin that still hangs from his neck. “Yes! Ichigo told me this was a good place for me to come and damn he was right! He didn’t tell me you were the instructor!” you chimed, happily yet feeling a huge storm inside of your guts.

He smiled, well, more like a soft side smirk and stretched his hand to you to help you stand up as you were waiting for him sitting over the mats of the gym.

It was a fun class, Sado had made it to be that way. He taught you in the most professional way the basic techniques of such discipline and even if you wanted to jump and give him a huge hug you followed each and every single instruction, he gave to you.

It was a good workout, but -besides being covered in sweat- you were hungry as hell, so you just had to ask him if he wanted to have something to eat with you after the class.

“Chad, would you like to go and pick something to eat? It’s already night, and I’m starving!” you offered him, perhaps because you wanted to relive old memories, or maybe it was that you wanted to stay next to him a little longer.

Chad cleared his throat and took at least a couple of seconds to answer to your invitation. You were starting to feel impatient, like when you’re a teenager waiting for your crush to answer… after all, wasn’t it the case?

But not everything is like the movies... “I’m sorry, (Name). I can’t go tonight. Will I see you next Thursday for classes?”. At this exact moment your world caved in. Of course, he must have a wife, a husband, someone in his life to return to each night… “you are not a teen anymore, (Name)” you thought and simply smiled with the fakest beam possible but with eyes so full of pain.

“Oh, no problem!... I will evaluate the consequences of this training tomorrow and I’ll give you an answer!” you joked, and quickly grabbed your belongings and flew out of the place. You didn’t even wait for him to tell you anything, you just left.

As you walked through the streets of Karakura city, you let the soft breeze of an incoming spring play with your hair, and the songs blasting in your headphones accompanying an intense feeling of rejection and regret. “Why does this get me upset? I didn’t take the chance when I had the time, of course he would never…”

That night didn’t feel right at all, you were sore and annoyed with yourself for still getting starry eyed at your age. But still, the exhaustion of the day won the fight between exhaustion and eyes fixed on the ceiling of your room.

The next day wasn’t really nothing exciting, perhaps a little sadder than yesterday, but you had to keep living. Work, buying groceries, adulting…

While walking out your dog, your phone rang and there she was, one of your best friends was texting you…

❄Ori Kurosaki> I haven’t heard anything about you since yesterday, how did your class go? 😏 You > Ori, honey… did you or Ichigo know that the instructor was supposed to be Chad? ❄Ori Kurosaki> Haha! Yes! It’s been a long time since you two didn’t hang out together, so Ichigo thought it was a good idea! How did it go? I know you were head over hills for him in high school 😁 You > he probably has someone else in his life. It’s ok, though. Thanks for the surprise 💖 ❄Ori Kurosaki> (Name), we didn’t mean to make you sad… we are sorry.

Your friend probably was feeling like the worst friend alive, but she wasn’t guilty of anything. Not at least of you acting as if ten years hasn’t passed in your lives.

That same night, you didn’t feel hungry but the moon outside your window shone beautifully, even more than ever. Some petals would dance in the wind and finally fell into a pink mattress that began to cover each corner of your city. It was something that would always fill your heart with pure happiness, but that night not even hanami would make you happier…

You sigh with your hands holding your chin and your elbows over the stool of your window, waiting maybe for the moon to tell you what to do.

“(Name)!” you heard from below your appartement. You quickly looked down, you were probably imagining a perfect scene of a romantic novel where Chad was coming with a basket with food and take you to a picnic date under the moon.

But you weren’t dreaming, nor hallucinating… oh no, baby. Chad was there, carrying in his hands a basket, waving at you, and flashing a sweet smile that you rarely see.

“Chad?!” you asked, confused. “(Name), would you like to have something to eat with me at the park? Yesterday you left so fast I couldn’t tell you!”

You felt your cheeks burning, the tip of your ears too. How embarrassing! But how many times you had said no before? How many times you let the time pass without doing anything? What if this was the last opportunity you had to be with him?...

“Oh… yeah! Chad! Give me a sec, I’ll be there with you in a minute”

The food wasn’t the best, in fact he bought it at a convenience store. But it was ok. The moon bathed you two, and the many pink and white buds fell on the little lake the park had. A thin layer of dew wet your bare feet as you place them on the grass without your snickers.

And you both laughed, remembering the many times Uryu and Ichigo would fight or the many times you had to taste those crazy creations of Orihime. The Seireitei, Hueco Mundo, and all that stuff would only come as little jokes told whispering. You know, the human world isn’t ready to hear about different dimensions, shinigamis, hollows.

But, as in every romantic movie, there was always a sweet moment, that time when two people simply go silent. The moment right after you wipe the little tear on the corner of your eye and your laughter slowly fades away completely. The uncomfortable true that silently could be heard by both of you.

You took a look to the moon, and bravery filled your lungs. “Chad… Uh, do you- are you married or something?” you asked.

Chad giggled silently. “(Name), I’m not. In fact, I’ve been waiting for this since high school”

You slowly turned to him; lips semi open. “Did he just… did he just tell me I- he-“ you panicked inside, doing that same face you would do every time you had a surprise exam during college.

And as Chad was a man of few words, he simply came closer to you. You closed your eyes, like a teenager, as if you were in the veranda of Karakura High School, waiting to be kissed by the first time by your crush.

“Aunty (Name)!!!”

“Uncle Chad!!!”

Ah… the perfect moment cut by the demons! You quickly opened your eyes to see that not only Ichika and Kazui were now jumping over you and Chad but also all your friends were coming to meet you. Orihime, Ichigo, Uryuu, Rukia, Renji and even Urahara and Yoruichi (as a cat, of course).

“Just let the passion for later, Chad” Ichigo elbowed his friend, quickly grabbing his arm in pain as Chad’s muscles were pretty hard.

Orihime blinked at you, and you understood quickly enough what this was all about… 💖 ~

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mayans-sauce · 4 years ago

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Gemma’s Daughter (1/?)

Pairing: Angel Reyes x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: Cursing, angst, yelling, cheating, heartbreak, physical fight

Request by anon which you can find HERE

A/N: thank you for the request! Sorry it’s a little late. I changed it up a bit by having Jax and Gemma still be alive as well as some other things. I’m really happy with how this turned out so I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it <3

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Gif Credit: @pedropcl

This was the third time Angel’s phone went straight to voicemail. It was the middle of the night, and he said he would be home 3 hours ago for his and your movie night which at the end of it, you would share some thrilling life-changing news. You were worried sick about him not returning your calls, worried that something serious had happened. What if he was hurt? Or worse, dead? You decided to shoot him a text; maybe he was doing something important, making it so he couldn’t pick up right now.

📲 Angel😇

Baby, where are you? I’m worried! Please just let me know if you’re safe ok? I have something exciting to tell you. Love you❤️

You texted some of the other guys. None of them had heard anything from him. They told you not to worry. He was probably caught up with something and would turn up eventually. Luckily your brother Jax picked up when you called. You asked him for some guidance on if you should sound the alarm or wait until Angel gave off noise. Since he was in the same life as your husband, you figured he would know what’s best. He told you better to wait. That he was most likely dealing with something that had taken his full attention. If he didn’t turn up tomorrow, Jackson said he would take the drive over to help you look for him. You were so thankful for your big brother. He was always there to help you whenever he could. To protect and love you.

You refused to go to sleep before he came home or before he called you, so you knew he was safe and sound. Some movie was playing on the TV that you didn’t pay much attention to. The battle between you and your eyelids was still going strong. All of a sudden, you were woken up from your zombie state by the front door opening and closing. Footsteps that belonged to no other than Angel made their way into the dim-lit living room.

“Angel!” His movements were sort of clumsy. A sign that he had been drinking. You came to stand at his side. Holding him up by his forearm as it looked like he was going to faint face down ass up on the floor any second. Your nose scrunched up at the strong smell of the alcohol on him. “Angel, I was worried sick! Where were you?” “I was out with my brother.” His words had a pinch of sluggishness in them as he spoke. “We were supposed to have our movie night! We haven’t seen each other all week, and this was going to be our evening together.”

“Ugh,” he tugged himself out of your grasp, which took you by surprise. “Why are you so bossy all the time? I’m a grown man. I can take care of myself.” His words started to sting a little, but you didn’t think that much of it. He was shitfaced drunk, and he wasn’t his usual self. “Angel I-“ “No, you listen here, I’m sick and tired of you always going; oh Angel this oh Angel that,” he tried to mimic your voice but failed miserably, “like shut up. Shut the fuck up for one goddamn second in your life and stop being so fucking clingy.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing from him. The tears in your eyes started to build up as you held two protective hands over your stomach. Your mouth was slightly agape in disbelief. “A-Angel ple-please-“ “No, I don’t fucking care right now. I’m leaving.” And just like that, he turned around and walked out. The force of the door slamming shut shook the whole house as you were left with an emptiness inside you.

The tears ran down your cheeks like it was pouring rain outside. Your body trembled at the anxiety and stress you were feeling at what just happened. You looked down at where your hands were laid over your stomach. “I-I’m so sorry li-little bean. I’m so so-sorry, my sweetheart.”

In the morning, you woke up in the worst state you have ever been in. The same clothes as yesterday were still on you. The pounding in your head wouldn’t seem to stop. Your eyes raw from crying, and your throat felt like rough sandpaper. Wrapping the blanket around yourself, you padded down to the kitchen to get a glass of water. As you stared out the kitchen window, you saw your neighbor playing with their kids, which started the production of tears again.

A gasp left you of the sound from the front door opening and Angel’s voice calling for you. You met him in the living room—both of you staring at each other without saying a word. You should be mad at him, shouldn’t you? To scream at him for saying those hurtful things? But for some reason, your heart wouldn’t allow you to do so. You were just relieved that he had come home.

Angel was the first one to break the awkward silence. “Please… sit,” he pointed towards the sofa. You sat at one end while he took his place at the other. His face was in his hands. It looked like he had something to share with you. “Angel… what is it?” Your voice was nothing but a whisper. His eyes locked with yours and his heart broke when he saw what mess he had left you in. “I’m sorry for how I acted. Yelling at you like that…saying things that aren’t true… it’s not what you deserve. I don’t know what came over me and… I have something I need to tell you.” He looked up to you as tears welled up in his eyes. You gave him a slight nod, a sign that he could go ahead with whatever it was.

“When I left in the night, I was supposed to go over to pop's house to sleep. I didn’t take the bike because I was too shitfaced to drive, so I went on foot hoping that it would sober me up… and... I just kept walking and walking until I found myself… not at Felipe’s.” He peeked up to you from where he was looking down at the floor just a moment ago. His heart broke into microscopic pieces when he saw on your face that you knew where his story was most likely going. As much as he didn’t want to finish, he had to. He had to come clean and straight with you. You deserved that much.

“I found myself at Adelita’s place… and… we hooked up.” The silence after he said that was hefty and long. Once again, he was the one to break it. “Querida… it’s the biggest fucking mistake I have ever made in my fucking life. I don’t know what the fuck came over me to do something like that to you… to us.”

He tried to get a hold of your hand, but you pulled away in disgust. You didn’t want him to touch you after he had been feeling all up on her in the night while you were home alone crying yourself to sleep. You had no words, none. Your mouth was opening and closing, but nothing seemed to escape it. “Please say something.” “Where is she?” “I don’t see ho-“ “Goddammit Angel, just tell me where the fuck she is!” The scream you let out startled him. “Sh-she’s at the clubhouse… there was some emergency that needed to be taken care of, and it couldn’t wait till later.”

At lightning speed, you had grabbed the car keys and were out the door. Angel registered what the fuck was going on when he heard the engine's roar from the car. He was quick to his feet and on his bike to try and catch up before you did anything stupid.

Not thinking straight, you barge through the Templo doors to be met with Adelita and the rest of the MC standing over a map planning something. “Sweetheart, you aren’t supposed to be here,” Bishop said with a stern manner. You didn’t hear him. You didn’t care that you weren’t supposed to be in the room. All you could think about was the rage filling you up as she stood there gloating at you. A smug look on her face that you knew where your man had been last night, all cozy and tangled up together in her sheets.

She didn’t expect you to jump her and start beating the shit out of her; she knew you weren’t that type of girl, so it startled her when you did. That’s when Angel walked in out of breath and saw the scene in front of him that had him stand dead in his tracks as he watched. Your hands punched and scratched as you screamed, "I'm the mother of his child, not you bitch! Don’t ever touch him again!” You didn’t register what you said, and now everyone knew. She tried to fight back, but you were much more powerful than her.

It took the guys a few moments to pull you off as they were in sheer shock at what was going on in front of them. You were usually a shy and sweet girl that wouldn’t even hurt a fly. They were surprised that you so quickly took her down. Once pulled off, Taza escorted Adelita out since it was time for her to leave. “How in the fuck did you do that?” They almost said in unison. "Jax may be my brother, but my mother is Gemma, and you definitely don’t want to fuck with us.” You knew your mother would be proud of you for standing up for yourself and for putting that bitch in her place.

“Wait… you’re pregnant.” “Yes, Angel, I’m fucking pregnant, and you’ve just fucked up our whole relationship, our future.” The tears that were threatening to spill were managed to be put under control by your choice of not showing any of them how you truly felt, sad, empty, alone, and betrayed by Angel’s choices of thinking with his dick and not his fucking brain.

You were about to storm out when he grabbed you by the forearm. “Wait, please… we can fix this! Please let me fix this dulce.” “No, Angel,” you twisted your arm to get loose of his grip; the touch of him made you cringe, “the damage has already been done. I can’t fucking stand to look at you. Not now. I’m going home… I’m going home to Charming for a while.” And with that, you left Angel there to mend his broken pieces at losing the two of you…

To Be Continued

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libraryofloveletters · 4 years ago

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Brothers

In which, Luke develops feelings for Matt’s little sister.

Luke Alvez x Reader, Brother!Matt Simmons x Reader

Warnings: fem!reader, sibling banter, cm level of case details/violence, mentions of death, guns and gunshots, lots of pining, mentions of pregnancy and birth, kissing.

Category: fluff with a little bit of angst

Word Count: 3.5k

Author’s Note: combined this request and this request to come up with this :)

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The phone rang at what felt like quite literally the crack of dawn. “What?” you groaned when you picked up. “Where are you?” your brother’s voice filled your ear from the other side of the phone.

“In bed, where else would I be at..” you pulled the phone away from your ear to check the time “5:56 in the morning?”

Matt chuckled, “do you know a girl named Jenna Parker?” he asked.

“I do, why ? Oh god, you're not cheating on Kristy right ? I swear if you’re calling to lie for you Matthew, I'll-” he cut you off.

“Shut up y/n and what did I tell you about calling me Matthew? I’m not cheating on Kristy you idiot, Jenna was killed last night” you sat up in bed, “What ? I saw her at dinner last night”

“Stay where you are and get dressed. Agents will be at the hotel to collect your team for questioning” he told you.

“Matt I had nothing to do with this, you know that right ?”

“I know, standard procedure. I’ll see you later” he hung up.

You dragged yourself out of bed and got dressed. Jenna’s face kept reappearing in your thoughts, she had only joined your team recently and she was an absolute sweetheart. She was telling you how excited she was to join the team last night at dinner.

A knock on the door broke your thoughts, you unlocked it assuming that your brother had come to get you.

This was most definitely not your brother.

The man at your door had dark brown hair and tan skin.Something about his eyes made you want to stare into them forever, they were a soft brown mocha colour. He had a piece of paper in his hand, his finger ran across the page, “are you.. y/n?” he asked you

“I am and you are?”

“Agent Luke Alvez, I’m with the BAU. I’m here to pick you up for questioning”

“Oh yeah, get me one second” you turned around and headed back into your room, Luke followed you in. “Ever heard of privacy ?” you picked up your phone and a sweater. “Oh sorry, I can’t let you in here by yourself until we processed you” he explained to you. “Lovely” you pulled on your sweater, he motioned for you to head out of the room.

You stepped out first, he shut your door as the two of you walked down the hallway. “Your last name is Simmons ?” he looked over at you as you got on the elevator. “Mhm hm” you pulled your phone out to text your brother.

To Matt: On my way now. Your friend is weird.

From Matt: Who’s my friend ?

To Matt: Handsome guy with the pretty brown eyes, think his name is Luke

From Matt: stop objectifying my friends, I'll see you soon.

Luke didn't say anything else to you, the drive to the station was quiet except for you conducting your own little interrogation.

“How long have you worked for the BAU ?” you looked out the window,

“About 2 years now. How long have you been swimming ?” he rebutted.

“My whole life”

It did occur to Luke that you might be Matt’s little sister. He knew how proud Matt was of you and your swimming career, he also knew that Matt was supposed to see you this weekend while you were in D.C for training. After all, the sweater did say Simmons on the back, it couldn’t be a coincidence.

Luke walked you into the station, the rest of your team was already there. “Hi, you must be y/n” a tall woman came up to you, she had short brown hair and she looked remarkably good considering how early it was.

“That would be me” you smiled at her, “you are?” she stuck her hand out for you, “Dr. Tara Lewis with the BAU” you shook her hand.

“Nice to meet you Dr. Lewis” “You too”

Tara excuses herself from you, Luke walks you over to a waiting area. All the girls were separated for obvious reasons but with nothing else to do, you figured you’d irritate Luke.

“Why can’t I see the rest of my team?”

“Standard procedure”

“And what is this standard procedure ?”

“It’s-” “Stop harassing him y/n” your brother said as he walked into the room.

You stood up and gave him a hug. It had been so long since you last saw your brother.

“Hey you” he gave you a good squeeze, “hey” you smiled at him.

Matt led you to a room and you took a seat at the table. “I can’t do your questioning because I'm your brother but I'm leaving you in good hands” Luke and Tara walked in a few moments after. “You’re leaving me with pretty eyes over here ? I might just get distracted and forget what he asked” you chuckle, Luke looks away but you manage to catch the blush you comment caused.

“Behave y/n, I'll be back later” Matt kissed the top of your head before walking out.

Luke and Tara sit across from you. “How did you meet Jenna ?” Tara asked you, “she was on my swim team, she joined a few months ago”

“Were the two of you close ?”

“Not really, we didn't hang outside of practice but we got along”

“Is there anyone that would have a reason to hurt Jenna ?” Luke asked this time.

You paused, something Jenna had said to another one of the girls cause caught your attention a while back. “Not that I know of but apparently someone had broken into her apartment a while back. She was telling one of the other girls and I heard them. She moved from there though”

“Do you have the address ? I’ll have Garcia check if she filed a report”

“47 Park Street, not sure what unit was hers” you drummed your fingers against the table. Tara’s phone rang and she excused herself before stepping out of the interrogation room. Luke was also on the phone but he stayed in the room, you took a moment to really look at him. He wore a black button up that fit him far too well for your liking, his hair was messy but not like he had just rolled out of bed, more like his hands had been through it a few times. His tongue ran across his lips while he talked on his phone. Luke's hands rested on the table, he spun the pen on the table around a few times before getting off the call.

God were his hands pretty, the things you’d let him do to you with those hands

“Y/n ?” Luke’s voice broke your thoughts.

“Hm?”

“Do you know if Jenna was seeing anyone ? A boyfriend maybe ?”

“Um no boyfriend but she was seeing a girl she met through our coach”

“Oh okay, do you know her name ?”

“Erica, uh her last name started with a G ? I’m not really sure”

“That’s fine, thank you. I’ll be back” was all he said before stepping out of the room. You watched as he walked out, he stood by the window talking to some skinny guy.

Your definition of the perfect man was Luke and everything he seemed to be, but you doubted that anything could happen between the two of you. He seems to be ignoring your glances and your flirty remarks all morning. Matt was the other issue, never would he ever let you date anyone on his team, let alone one of his close friends.

“Alvez!” Tara shouts as she meets him up by the suv “Hey, need a ride ? I'm headed to the crime scene” he asks her, she nods before getting in the car. The drive was quiet, Tara kept glancing over at Luke and snickering.

“Okay c’mon, what is it ?”

“Nothing”

“You keep looking at me funny, what happened ? something on my face?” Luke runs his hand over his face, Tara shakes her head.

“Tara, what is it ?”

“Luke, you’ve got a crush on Simmons” she laughs.

“Matt ? I don't have a crush on Matt”

“No you idiot, y/n. You have a crush on y/n”

“What? No I don't”

Okay maybe Luke did have a tiny crush on her but Matt would never approve of him dating his little sister and he wouldn't let a crush affect his work life.

“Alvez, don’t act stupid. I know I wasn't the only one noticing the glances between you two, I saw them since the two of you came in this morning. And that ‘pretty eyes’ comment ? she totally made you blush” Tara chuckled, “she’s into you dude, and you’re into her”

“She’s Matt’s sister Tara, I’m not gonna do that”

“So what if she’s Matt’s sister? She’s her own person. Matt doesn’t control her Luke.”

Luke just hummed, Tara did have a valid point. Y/n was a grown up, she can make her own decisions. So what if Matt was mad at them ?

God Alvez, what are you thinking ? That’s his sister, you couldn’t do that to him.

Luke pulled into the hotel parking lot. He followed Tara inside but he wasn’t paying attention. He was there but he wasn't really there, his mind kept wandering back to y/n.

Oh how he envied Spencer in that moment, he knew that he wouldn't remember how y/n looked exactly when he first met her but he’d keep that memory for as long as he could remember it. Her shuffling feet, her messy hair and her sleep laced voice, she seemed like an angel on earth to him.

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“Kid?” an older man shook your shoulder gently. “Hm, what is it ?” you stretched, you must have fallen asleep after Luke left. “you can leave, maybe get some rest when you get back to the hotel” the man chuckled, and you smiled at him.

“Thank you,” you looked at his badge, “Agent Rossi” you finished your sentence.

“Please just Dave” he smiled and opened the door for you, you stepped out of the room. “You’re Matt’s sister aren’t you ?”

“That would be me”

“He’s outside. He should be able to give you a ride back to the hotel, if not, I'm in here” Dave told you.

“Thank you, it was nice meeting you”

“You too kid” he patted your back and headed in the opposite direction.

You walked out of the station to see your brother and Luke standing by the suv talking about something. “Hey ugly” you poked Matt’s side, “hey tiny” he hit your arm playfully making you pout. “I’m not tiny”

“oh but you are”

“shut it Matthew, I need a ride”

“Where to ?”

“My bed bro, Dave said I could leave”

“You’re on a first name basis with my colleagues?”

“Jealous that they’ll like me better?” you raised your eyebrows and held back a laugh.

“Oh yeah totally oh my god, y/n please don’t take my friends from me” Matt said sarcastically while giving your shoulder a little nudge.

Luke chuckled at the both of you and your banter, it was sweet how close the two of you were.

Your sweet moment was ruined by the sound of bullets hitting the suv. Matt’s first instinct was to wrap his arms around you, Luke stood there with his gun drawn and no one in sight except you and Matt.

“What the hell was that ?” Luke asked, he stepped back taking a look around once more and turned back to you and Matt. “Are you okay ?” Matt asked you with his arms still around you, you nodded. “Are you okay ?” you asked him but your eyes were on Luke. Luke noticed your look and gave you a little nod, “I'm fine, let’s get you back”

Luke left you and Matt in the parking lot with the keys to his suv before heading into the station to get Emily. Matt drove you back to the hotel, you sat in the parking lot with him for a while, Matt was showing you pictures of the kids and how big they’ve gotten. You had yet to meet the newest addition to the Simmons family, the little one that has yet to be born but it’s like the baby is already here. Matt was so excited even though this was the 4th time Kristy would be giving birth.

“You’re going to be okay ?” Matt asked you as he walked you to your room

“Yeah, I'll be okay Matt”

“You know what to do if you need anything right ?”

“Yes Matt, I'll call my super cool FBI agent for a brother to come rescue me” you laughed making Matt roll his eyes.

“That’s exactly what you’ll do, now you’re sure you don’t want to come back to my place ? Kristy and the kids are at home and I’m sure they’d love to see their aunt”

“Hm, maybe. Let me get my stuff ?”

“I’ll help”

Matt walked into your room and helped you gather your things before heading back to the suv and driving you to his place. “Babe!” Matt called as he walked into the house, “Shh the kids just went down for a nap, they were playing outside all day” Kristy told him, giving him a hug.

“Is the case over already ?” she asked him, he shook his head.

“No, just had to bring our guest over”

Right on cue, you walked in with your bags. “Hey pretty lady!” you pulled Kristy into a hug, “Hey you!” she hugged you back, well as best as she could considering she had a huge bump right now. “Ready to pop yet ?” you laughed with your hand on her belly. “Just about, I told him no more after this one” she gave Matt a look and he just shrugged.

“I can’t help it, you’re just so-” Matt started but you cut him off

“Gross, gross, gross, gross, gross, I don’t wanna hear that”

Matt and Kristy laughed at your comment, Matt headed back out to work while you helped Kristy make dinner for your little rug rats.

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Luke sat in the conference room when Matt came back. “Hey man, where’s your sister?” he glanced at Matt, “she’s at my place with Kristy and the kids” he told him. Luke let out an ‘oh’ that sounded rather sad.

“You okay man ?”

“Oh yeah, I'm fine”

“Then what’s with the sad look on your face ?”

Matt sat across from Luke waiting for his answer. Luke contemplated if he could tell Matt what was really on his mind or if he should make up something. Would he be mad if I liked her ? The voice rang through his head over and over again. “She’s her own person. Matt doesn’t control her Luke.” Tara’s words came back to him. He should just tell him how he feels, he doesn't want to lie to him.

“Is your sister seeing anyone ?” Luke blurts out much more awkwardly than he’d expected, Matt gave him a weird look.

“I don't think so, why do you ask ?” Matt looked over at him

“Oh just cause the case, gotta cover all the bases” Luke lied

“Are you sure that’s the reason you’re asking me about her ?”

Did Matt know ? No, he couldn't know. He played it cool. Oh what was he thinking? Tara figured it out, Luke’s sure Matt did too.

“What do you mean ?” Luke avoids Matt’s stare, instead he busies himself with the papers scattered across the table.

“You know exactly what I mean Luke.” Luke’s eyes met Matt’s, Luke knew that Matt knew and he couldn't bullshit his way out of this one. “Come on” Matt stood up, Luke mirrored his actions. “Where are we going ?”

“Just come with me”

The two men walked out of the station and got into the car. They were now 15 minutes into their ride and Matt has yet to tell Luke where they're going. Luke looks over at him, “I know you like her” Matt says quietly. “I do” Luke replies.

The rest of the drive is silent, Matt pulls into his driveway.

“Tell her” was all Matt said to him

“Tell her what?”

“Tell her you like her, you both deserve happiness. I trust her judgement, she always did know what was good for her and you, I trust you with my life man, I can trust you with her” Matt told him before getting out of the car. Luke stayed in the car for a few minutes gathering his thoughts before headed into the house.

“Hey” he smiled at Kristy who was in the living room, she looked over her shoulder and smiled at him.

“Hey Luke, how are you ?”

“I’m good, how are you ?”

“Very pregnant” she laughed, Luke chuckled making his way over to her and gave her a hug. Kristy knew why he was there, Matt wasn’t the only one with profiling skills in the house.

“She’s in the backyard” Kristy gave Luke’s hand a squeeze, Luke had an amused look on his face as if Kristy wasn't supposed to know about his crush on y/n. Luke whispered a thank you to her before heading to the backyard.

You sat on the swing hanging from the tree, you had been there when Matt put it up. Kristy had a vision of a swing from her tree and Matt being the husband he is, made her vision a reality. The sound of footsteps filled your ears, too heavy to be Kristy or the kids and too light to be Matt’s, you look up to see Luke standing in front of you.

“Hey there agent, here to arrest me ?” you stick your hands out in front of you, the blush you saw this morning was back. “Kidding Luke, what’s up ?” you asked him, he leaned against the tree watching you swing back and forth.

“Just wanted to see how you were doing after this afternoon”

“Oh the parking lot thing ? I'm fine, are you okay ?”

“I’m good too”

Silence filled the air, you swung back and forth on the swing while your feet dangled above the ground. Luke stood in front of you, his hands on the rope stopping you from swinging again. You looked up at the man who was looking down at you.

“I came here to tell you something” Luke says.

“I’m listening” you look at him.

“I like you” he admits.

“That’s cool, I like you too” you reply casually.

Luke gives you a look, only then did you realize that he meant he liked you, as in he was attracted to you and not he likes you as a friend. “Oh you like like me?” you said making Luke chuckle, “yes y/n, I like like you” he admitted to you.

This whole scene made you feel rather childish in some ways. Your older brother’s friend was towering over you while you sat on a swing like a child and he admitted he had feelings for you, especially after you asked if he “like likes’ you.

“Well for your information, I don’t like you” you said rather bluntly. Luke’s smile dropped from his face. “Oh okay” he turned on his heels and made his way to the fence, you sat on the swing and realized he wasn't coming back towards you.

“Luke!” you shouted as you ran after him, meeting on the front lawn, he stopped and looked at you. “I was only kidding” your hands cupped his face, “I do like you, a lot.” you admitted.

“Do you like like me though y/n?” he asked seriously.

“Yes Luke, I like like you” you rolled your eyes playfully.

Luke pulled you closer to him by your waist as he leaned down towards you. You were on your tiptoes, his hands on your hips to hold you before you toppled over. Luke’s lips met yours right as the sprinklers on the front lawn turned on.

The two of you stood on the lawn, the sprinklers soaking your clothes without a care in the world.

All you could think about was Luke.

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nottheweirdest · 3 years ago

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For the ask game: 2, 7, and 9 please! ☺️

Absolutely!! :-D

2. Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

I am itching to do the one bed trope!! I'd probably do it over an extended period though, drag out the initial tension until everyone just explodes hehe. Ahhh that'd be fun. Once I get out of angstville with Clean Slate maybe! :-P That could be my reward!

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

This was tough, but here's one off the top of my head from Winter Song (rated Teen).

Maria reached her hand under Shadow’s arm and laced their fingers. “I need you to know something, Shadow, and to really hear me.” She turned to face him, making sure she had his full attention. “My death was not your fault. I chose to save you. I wanted to save you. You’re my best friend. You’re like a brother to me, and I see so much good in you, Shadow. I see everything that you fail to see yourself. You think you’re a failure, because Grandpa created you to save me and I’m dead, but don’t you see? You did save me. All those years I spent alone, hurting, not able to be a kid on earth, or a kid on the ARK and then you came along and suddenly, I wasn’t alone anymore.”

Maria paused and squeezed his hand for emphasis. “You made me feel like I belonged, like you and I were our own little family. Apart from everything and everyone else, but we had each other. You think you didn’t save me because my physical body died, but Shadow, I’m telling you, you saved me the day you came into existence and every single day after.”

Shadow bit his lip, tasting blood as he tried to stop the tears that welled in his eyes, but Maria pointed her finger at him adamantly. “Don’t you do that. Don’t hide your feelings. Feel them. You want to know why you hurt so bad sometimes? It’s because your heart is so big. You are full of love. More so than any person I’ve ever met, except for maybe that guy over there,” she said, jerking her head toward Sonic who lay making snow angels in the distance.

Shadow twisted his head to follow her gaze and shook his head. Moron.

I'm proud of it because I think it's something that's relatable to a lot of people. It touches on self perception, guilt, trauma response, etc. I think a lot of people could read that and have it hit home in some way.

And then I threw some humor in at the end because.... I am me lol

9. Which fic has been the hardest to write?

Hands down Clean Slate for a number of reasons, but it's just dense. It's a lot to keep track of as far as the plot and planning goes, plus it's working through A LOT. It's not a lighthearted fic, it's angsty and emotionally and mentally exhausting to write sometimes. I spend hours and hours on each chapter, writing, rewriting, editing, more editing. It's been a HUGE undertaking but it's my first big fic and I'm real dang proud of it :-D Fanfic Writer Ask Game

#thanks for the ask!! :-D #ask game #my writing #sonadow

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p1nkc4lyps0 · 3 years ago

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If no one else does, I'm asking of your opinion on Wilbur for the ask game. But if not, how about Slimecicle? 👀

OOhohoho im doing both

Wilbur

My first impressions of wilbur were during the election arc as thats when i joined the fandom, i genuinely thought he was just a kinda chill older brother figure Tommy looked up to because i only saw revolution based content from cc!wilburs videos and the first dsmp sadist animation that got me into the fandom [ as i was subbed to her before those animatics ]

My impression now is that he's obviously not doing well mentally slipping back into his pogtopia mindset, he was never properlly villianous as the only times it was implied was through HIM saying it, kinda gaslighting himself into being a villian, the guy was just mentally ill. I think that now due to the guilt he feels with Ranboo and Ghostbur, knowing how bad limbo is thats why he's slipping back into it, he's one of the only characters where you properlly see the 'ugly' side of him, the side that snaps at people and tells them to shut up but he's no monster

I really like the moment in hitting on 16 where hes just there like lying on his stomach, testing redstone, because it's a written piece and not actual mc rp for that bit it shows a fun detail about his character. he's not sat up straight and professional nah hes lying there kicking his feet, twirling his hair i like the personality that comes with it

I had an idea for a fic called 'Chewing Tobbaco is Sticky' where c!quackity would find c!wilbur in front of an exploded burger van holding the drawing he made in Ho16 changing the places of Ranboo and Quackity on the podium, putting them both in 1st while attempting to burn the drawing of himself and Quackity kinda goes 'hey man thats not healthy???' and soft invites him into Las Nevadas now that the syndacite and bench trio now hate him and things ensue... might right up the full plan of it and post it here soon cause im not writing it so might as well get the idea out there.

Unpopular Opinion is that HE'S NOT LIKE A PROPER VILLAIN??? fucking hate the term 'Vilbur' its yucky

Favorite relationship is Tntduo cause tention and im very proud of my shapeshifter wilbur headcannon and how it works

Slimecicle

I fucking loved c!slime the moment we met him, it's a really fun character concept and i love how it was done with Slime knowing more that youd expect 'is it worth it?' fucking chills

I dont have any story ideas but one thing is that i like the headcannon that Q chose the name Charlie because thats what Tommy called him, even though its just because it was cc tommy not knowing to call him slime

My unpopular opinion is the 'slime is Qs son' kinda headcannon because c!slime is very much autistic coded whether intended or not and it feels to close to babying autistic and neutrodivergent folk for my comfort i much prefer slime and Q just being a couple of pals or maybe in a Queer platonic relationship :]

#wilbur soot #slimecicle #quackity #cwilbur #cslime #cquackity #dsmp headcanon

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inknopewetrust · 4 years ago

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In Another Universe Part 4 (Marcus Moreno x Reader)

Summary: The reunion you've both been waiting forever for.

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x Fem!Reader (We Can Be Heroes/MCU Crossover)

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: None.

A/N: This is it! Thank you all for showing interest in this series and being so enthusiastic about it. @jupitersmooneuropa, this is for you! You're idea was so wonderful, I just couldn't resist making it into a mini-series and I hope I did you proud. Requests are currently CLOSED but will be open again soon. Check out my MASTERLIST for all other works!

Being a hero meant a lot of different things to a lot of different people. Some loved the fame, the recognition, the money that sometimes came with, while some just wanted to be helpful and loved for their work. But one quality heroes had in common was that they were able to calm their nerves in the most crucial moments.

For Marcus Moreno, that crucial moment was now, and he could barely contain his nerves.

Clint could feel the anxiety radiating off the man. Marcus tried to play it cool because he had everything that made him seem cool: the swords, the tactical gear, his stoic face, but it wasn't enough to mask emotions from a world-class spy. Though Clint was able to sense it, he wasn't sure what exactly to say. He had only heard about Marcus through you, he only knew what little you told him, and that was how he determined Marcus wasn't some alien but the man you've been waiting for.

It was an awkward silence. One filled with the quiet roaring of the engines and every now and again, the sound of alerts from the computers around them. Clint kept his eyes on the sky while Marcus took peaks at the landscape below. The world looked so much like his own... just not as technically advanced as his own. The clouds swallowed the sip and his eyes drifted forward again as he took in a deep breath and exhaled.

"Nervous?" Clint managed to crack Marcus a smile and glanced at the man sitting to his right. Marcus chuckled, nodding his head with a nonchalance.

"You could say that."

"There's no reason for you to be."

"There's always a chance for something to go wrong."

Clint shrugged and flipped some switches as the quinjet began to descend.

"Are we there already?"

"Almost. About 5 minutes out."

Another uneasy silence fell over them but Clint wasn't contributing to it. Marcus just wanted everything to be like it was before. You, Missy, and himself in a home that felt like home. He couldn't have asked for a better partner in life and work, and it was taken away from him just like your life was taken away from you, but he wasn't going to say his life was better without you because it wasn't. Marcus just feared that maybe this life here was better than the one you had built with him. No one's reassurance except your own could tell him otherwise.

"Can I ask you a question?" Marcus glanced at Clint before returning to look forward again, a little embarrassed to be talking about you with someone he didn't know. But he knew you loved Clint like a brother, just as Natasha had been a sister, so he understood there was a level of trust there. Clint mumbled a 'go ahead' but his attention wasn't entirely on Marcus.

"Is she happy here?"

'Loaded question, but alright Mr. other world.' Clint thought before answering with the only truthful answer that could be given. He has watched the progression of a quiet depression become one of reclusiveness and a bitter happiness. You weren't happy here, in this world, with him or any of the Avengers. Natasha was gone, Steve was gone, Wanda was MIA, Bucky and Sam were on their own adventures. No one was here except him and that wasn't nearly enough to support someone who lost everything and then some because of a greedy man with glowing stones. This wasn't your home anymore.

"Was. She was at one time. I don't think this is where her heart is anymore."

Clint gave him a flat smile but Marcus did not return it. The thought alone of you avoiding social contact because happiness was ripped away from you in every direction was heart-wrenching. He never wanted to bring you any pain and a part of him couldn't help but believe that if he tried harder, if he hadn't wasted time being upset with your arrival years ago, things may have been different.

"We're here."

The announcement sent shockwaves through him. A thunderbolt of pure, unexplainable fear and anticipation of seeing you again struck his core. This was it; this was his endgame and the farm that slowly made itself clear out the window was the destination.

"Let me go in and see them first, make sure they're home, and then I'll come back. Is that alright?"

Marcus could only nod and watch the man grab his bags and bow and leave the jet. Marcus unbuckled himself because there was no point in staying in the seat. The back was left open and while Clint had told him to stay, he couldn't help but walk down the ramp and stand just to the side of the jet. He ran his hand over the side of the matte gray finish, slightly impressed by the time it took to get there. It was faster than he thought even if it felt like an eternity.

The house was a nice weathered white. It had seen better days and as Clint approached the door, he noted all the fixes needed. The rusted door handle, the broken pot in the corner, an abundance of yard toys and broken bicycle parts laid around him. He managed to open the door with limited squeaking, but Laura heard it and so did Lila. The boys weren't home because if they were, they would have tackled him to the ground the moment they heard the ship land in the yard.

"Clint!? What are you doing here? I thought you weren't supposed to be back for two weeks." Laura said as soon as she came around the corner from the kitchen. Lila was right behind her with a smile and hug for him–which he gladly accepted.

"Emergency. Where is Y/n? I have something I think she'd want to see."

Laura furrowed her eyebrows and moved to the window. Outside, beside the jet, stood a man who could have been a new Avenger for all she knew. She turned back to Clint, moving away from the window so Lila could sneak a glance too.

"What is it? Who is that man out there?"

"That man is Marcus. That Marcus. He just appeared at the compound looking for her. They apparently have been trying to find a way to bring her back and whatever he did, it worked."

Laura let out an audible gasp, returning to the window and looking at the man. Slowly, just as Clint had hours before, she began to piece together the man before her eyes from the stories you had told her about.

"Oh my God! OH MY GOD!" She almost yelled so loudly the neighbors two blocks away could hear her. Clint shushed her but she couldn't keep the smile off her face. Laura ran to the staircase and yelled up it.

"Y/n! Get down here!"

"Oh my God, Clint! She had a great day today and wow-I just can't believe it."

You had heard Laura's loud enthusiasm from the room you had been staying in. You thought you'd leave her be until her voice trailed up the stairs again and she called out to you. It wasn't like you had any idea of what was going on. You heard the quinjet, figured Clint was back, and it was around dinner time so maybe it was time to eat? It was the first time in a long time that your thoughts hadn't been cluttered with death or sadness, but those feelings lingered. You exited the room, walked down the stairs and smiling at Clint when you saw his face.

"How's the girl?" Kate Bishop.

"She's a real hero." Clint replied and you nodded your head in reply. Doing so, you managed to turn toward the window from your place on the second to last step. Outside sat the quinjet that had taken so many of you and your friends on missions that could have well been your last. But it wasn't the vehicle that caught your undivided attention, but the body beside it. Standing tall in black.

Your eyes had to have been deceiving you.

"What is going on?" Your voice was barely a whisper, but Laura caught it, smiling and grabbing your hand. Your attention never left the window. The man was pacing slightly, a nervous tick you were sure you knew.

"Laura-"

"Go and see for yourself, Y/n." Her voice was quiet too but reassuring and warm, like a mothers should be. The man outside didn't know what was going on, but he left your sight because you descended the rest of the steps and ran out the door.

The door squeaked loudly this time and with a bang, fell shut. You barely made it to the steps before you stopped on the gravel. about 20 yards away, the man heard the door and turned.

Even if the entire world was watching the scene unfold on Clint's lawn, many could not recall who moved first. Laura would say Marcus because that's who she could see, but you were slightly convinced it was your own feet. Nevertheless, after the door had slammed and the two of you met again, the universe drew you together like magnets. You ran, he ran, and with the collision, you both wrapped your arms around each other and soon your feet were off the ground.

You could barely say a word with your blubbering tears, and he wasn't about to make his obvious either so instead of talking, he just pulled away enough to look you in the face. Your eyes the same, your nose the same, your lips still perfect to him. Your hands moved from around his neck to his face. You gently held his face in your hands as you tried to control yourself.

"You're really here?" It was a broken ask but he managed a smile and moved a piece of hair out of your face.

"Yeah, I'm here."

"I missed you s-so much." Marcus couldn't help but grin at the admission. It was everything and more than he wanted to hear.

"I love you. I love you so damn much." His hand rested on the back of your neck and he pulled you to him. His lips were just as you remembered.

Perfectly him and as if they were made for your own.

Reunions were sentimental and good. But they were followed with a series of questions that were often difficult to hear. Marcus had held you for a long time. You weren't sure how long and you weren't exactly complaining either, but there was a linger question: how did he get here and how in the world are you getting back?

You had been adamant in telling him 'yes' the moment Marcus asked you the question about returning to his world. That was the plan for you. There were no other options because life with Marcus and Missy was your life now and whoever was left that loved you like family had to accept that. Marcus had explained the machine built to travel through worlds over dinner with Clint because perhaps he could be the one to help. He had travelled through time before so what is traveling through universes, right?

But later that night, when the reunion had settled and everyone had gone to bed, Marcus sat on the edge of an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room with a woman he loves. Clint could help you, but he needed time. So, he left with the jet while you stayed with the family and Marcus. He went to go see Stephen Strange because he managed to pick up the phone late that night.

"Do you think they'll be able to get us back? I don't want to leave Missy there all alone." Marcus voiced his worry with a sad reflection. You sat up from your reclined position and waddled over to him, running your hands up his back and then around his shoulders before he gently took them and tugged them around him. He missed your touch so much.

"You've never seen Dr. Stephen Strange do his 'magic' so I think there's a chance."

"Are you sure this is what you want?" He turned his head just enough so he could look at your face. You may have been a spy, but your eyes never lied to him. He knew you better than any interrogator could ever wish to have known you.

"Yes, I want to be with you and Missy and all those heroes with weird names." You laughed for the first time in a long time and it was music to his ears. He smiled to where his eyes crinkled in the corners as your fingers played with the nape of his neck where his loose hair sat.

"I just want you to be happy, Y/n. Your happiness means everything to me."

"I am happy with you. I am happy in our home. This makes me happy."

That was enough for him. The next day you both waited... and waited... and waited for even one word from Clint, but nothing came. Sometime in the afternoon, the heavy engine of the quinjet could be heard in the yard so you dropped the puzzle pieces on the table beside Lila, grabbed Marcus' hand and ran out the door. Clint had a small smile on his face, but it was the sharply dressed Doctor that you focused your attention on.

"Doctor."

"Agent."

"I trust there is a way home if you're here. You wouldn't come all this way to bare bad news."

"Your skills on reading people alarm me, though I would expect nothing less from an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D."

Stephen nodded and then extended his hand to Marcus who shook it in return. They introduced themselves to one another and Stephen put a gold bar on his fingers before extending his hand to the wide landscape of the farm.

"What are you doing?" You asked with a furrowed brow. This wasn't the way Marcus had come, they were supposed to fix the control pad he had on his arm.

"Do you really think the Sorcerer Supreme can't open portals to other universes? There are so many worlds you don't know, but you found the one you were meant to be in, so let me get you both home."

With a circular movement of his fingers, Stephen opened a yellow portal that slowly became an image of a world you had known before. A house, perfectly structured in the suburbs was on the other side. The grass perfectly mowed and the bushes trimmed, the mail box accidentally left open which you knew was Missy's fault. The curtains were open and the sun shone brightly into the home. Marcus grabbed you hand, squeezing it tightly as you took in the sight. Months had gone by where you dreamed of this moment, of that house and all its residents. Your dream was here now with the man holding your hand to support you.

"Y/n." Clint called out to you, breaking your stare. You turned around and he approached with his family in tow. He held out a small envelope which contained a note from them and a series of pictures that you would later cry over, but it was a final goodbye from your life here on this Earth.

You hugged them all with tears in your eyes but when Marcus re-took your hand, it felt like it meant something more than just running off into the sunset together. It felt normal and needed and necessary to move forward in your life.

"Are you ready?" Marcus asked you to which you could only reply with one word:

"Yes."

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warrior-angel · 4 years ago

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Till Death Do us Apart

Author: @warrior-angel

Word Count: 6155

Summary: when you and your brother both get infected by the flare you go down an emotional rollercoaster only for it to end totally diffrent than you had originaly planned it al to go.

Warnings: major character death, blood, angst,

Note: this was realy hard to write for me but i'm very proud of it so i hope you guys like it

This is a one shot writen for Tomuary by @writingsbychlo

you knew you were a walking time bomb and that you probably didn't have long anymore every day could be your last you just hoped you would make it long enough to see your friend being saved.

The flare, a stuppid virus that made you go completely insane, you've kept your sanity in all those years in the Maze and now that you were finally free you wouldn't live to see the beauty of it. Here you were leaning on the table listing to Thomas and Gally picking a fight over what to do next you had to save Minho from WICKED but every idea was turned down it being to risky and now that there was a real option to extualy get the job done Thomas was refusing to do it and you were just trying to keep your mind from not completely losing it over this endless ‘i don't trust you even though it could save our lives thing’ you loved Thomas that's the hole reason you were together but sometimes he could be so stubborn and right now, right now he was being a pain in the ass because the plan Gally had to save Minho included Teresa “No there's gotta be another way” Thomas kept saying while everybody disagreed knowing we didn't have much choice or resources to do anything else “like what? you’ve seen the building she’s our only way in'' Gally tells him again but he still doesn't listen. “If we do get in you think she’s going to help us?” Thomas ask him and Gally shakes his head “I don't Plan on asking for her permission” i crack a little smile knowing nobody at the table really liked teresa in the first place and Brenda only conformers that when she's speaking up “Am i missing something here this is the same girl that betrayed us correct? same Dick”

Thomas starts to nervously pace around and nobody understands his problem. You loved Teresa like a sister but after her betrayal a lot changed even for you “what's going on?” Brenda asks him and you look over at Newt you knew your brother and you knew that look on his face because you've had it yourself and you've seen it on him before he was angry and he was going to lose it any second now “your afraid your little girlfriend is going to get hurt?” Newt snaps and all eyes go to him “this has obviously never been just about rescuing Minho is it''

Thomas looks taking back by his sudden outburst and so does everybody else but i couldn't disagree “he’s got a point Tommy” you tell him and the brown haired boy looks up at you even more shocked that your agreeing with Newt “what are you talking about” but before you can do or say anything Newt stands up straight in front of him “Teresa, she's the only reason Minho is even missing in the first place and now we finally have an opportunity to get him back and what you don’t want to because of her? because deep down inside you care more about her than for y/n don't you, just admit it”

Thomas turns his gaze over to you over Newt his shoulder and you know Your brother hit an emotional string there. from day one you were Teresa her competition and you knew how thomas felt about her but he chose you over her and that meant the world to you but this part of you that was Sick and infected was telling you that the minute you would be gone he would run to Teresa “Newt i” Thomas starts but All Newt does is move closer pushing Thomas against the wall “Don’t lie to me!”

“Newt calm down!” You yell getting closer but your brother doesn't move “Don’t lie to me” he tells Thomas again “Newt Get the off of him!” You say using every ounce of strength to pull him away from Thomas. As soon as he backs away he looks a bit shocked at his own actions looking between you and your friends mumbling a quick apology before turning towards Thomas and apologizing again. the minute he steps to the side wanting to walk away, wanting to leave the room you notice him grabbing onto his arm and you immediately fear the worst cause you've had the same outbursts and the same burning sensation in your arm right after you had an outburst like that. “y/n, i'' Thomas says towards you and you shake your head not wanting to talk about it “it’s fine, he just need to cool down”

“That's not what i mean” and you nod “i know”

you stand on your toe’s giving him a quick kiss on his cheek and giving him a reassuring smile “i’ll go check on Newt i’m probably the only one he’ll talk to you guys find a way to get Minho back”

Opening the door to the roof you can see Newt sitting on the edge of the building and you take a few steps closer trying to calm yourself down already knowing the truth about what just happened what had caused his outburst but still a part of you hoped it was just the tension and the time spend so close togheter that caused it instead of a stupid virus. Looking over his shoulder newt spots you standing behind him and you take a few steps closer “sorry bout that back there” he tells you but you don't say anything you just sit down beside him and look at his arm and seeing the twitching in his fingers and it looks all too familiar to you “Why didn't you tell me?” you ask him and he looks over at you but you just look at his arm and he Rolls up his sleeve Revealing multiple black and purple veins on his lower arm “you could’ve told me” you tell him but you knew your brother, you were the same you didnt wanna spend your last few weeks or even days saying goodbye to the people you loved

“I didn't think it would make any difference” he was right knowing it didn't change a thing it only made saying goodbye so much harder because you didn't know when you had to do it “All i know is that WICKED must off put us in that Maze for a reason, maybe it was literally just so they could tell the difference between the immunes like you and people like me” that only made it hurt more because he didn't know, he didn't know you were not Immune “people like us” you tell him and he looks confused. taking a deep breath you lift your leg up a little and move away to Fabric covering your ankle to show Newt the bite mark and torn skin that was covered in black and purple veins “it was that Crank that Fry shot when we were in the tunnel right before Brenda and Jorge saved us, his aim was good only a little bit to late” you explain

it stays silent between the two of you for a minute letting it sink it that you were going to lose each other to lose everybody you loved “Thomas?” He asks and you shake your head “he doesn't know, and he cant i'm not spending my last days saying goodby to him he needs to focus on Saving Minho”

“So what's your plan? You just wanna run off, leave us all behind and die on your own?” Newt asks in a harsh tone “No, i’m sticking to the plan and that's saving Minho”

“What you gonna do after that” and you swallow the lump in your throat “There won't be an after cause i’m not planning on surviving it and that's exactly why he doesn't know”

“who doesn't know?” a familiar voice says behind the two of you you both look back to see The brown haired boy and you turn your gaze to Newt pleading for him to stay quiet and he nods looking back to this arm “i guess i can't hide this anymore'' he tells Thomas rolling his sleeve up again “Newt we can still fix this” thomas tells him and you look between both boys being trapped in the triangle of losing not only yourself but also your brother and the boy you love

That night you all decide to go through with the plan, get Teresa, make her take out the chips in your necks and break into WICKED to get out Minho and that's exactly how things went. having Teresa back was weird to say the least nobody trusted her but right now she was sitting behind you with a small knife against your neck to cut out the chip you didn't really have a choice “try to relax this is going to sting” she tells you and shrug it off wanting to get it over with “just do it”

a sharp pinch follows within a few second you grab the chair tightly out of reflex and you put your feet flat on the Floor trying not to move but moving your leg past the Chair the zipper on your Jeans opens showing her the black veins beneath it “your leg” she says and you pull back leaning down the close the zipper and pull the fabric over your ankle down “What happened?” She asks but you ignore her completely

“are you done” you tell her harshly looking straight up at her “you two okay?” Thomas asks from across the room and you nod “yeah, where fine” you tell him grabbing a small piece of gauze and holding it to your neck “does he-” but you cut her off talking a little softer making sure nobody hears “No, he doesn't and he won't cause your going to keep your mouth shut and not talk to anybody about it you ruined enough as it is”

“if you come back to the lab with me i could help you give you a-”

“just drop it alright!” you yell getting everybody's attention “Whats going on here?” Gally asks and you shake your head “Nothing, there's absolutely nothing” you tell him walking of Looking over at your brother And then to the brown haired boy that is already on his feet and coming towards you and taking you away from Teresa and away from the others for a second “hey, whats going on with you?” he asks and you shake your head “i’m just one edge i just really want this to work” and the boy nods understanding and giving a quick peck on your lips cupping your cheeks “well get Minho back and we'll all be safe i promise” you look over at your brother on the other side of the Room and Thomas seems to understand “We’ll save Newt well get the cure and he’ll be fine”

“Promise me that after saving Minho you’ll try to save Newt no matter what” and he nods “where is this coming from?” He asks but you just look at him “Promise me Thomas”

“I Will, i promise i Will try to save Newt no matter what” you give Him a weak smile knowing that your brother might survive this all and that made you feel good you where going to save your friends, your family even though you know there was only enough to save one of you two and you knew it wasn't going to be you “You know i love you right?” He tells him and he leans down a little kissing you with more passion than before “i love you too, until Death do us apart” it was a small thing you two said in the glade and in the scorch when something happened but right now it only made you sad cause the small Joke that first meant you loved on another and would stick together would soon turn into reality and probably Faster than he hoped.

The plan worked, you got into WICKED, you saved Minho and you got out of the building with only minor issues but the adrenaline and the fast work took its toll on Newt, His body was shutting down and it was getting harder for yourself to keep things hidden from Thomas or anybody else for that matter.“They were supposed to blow up WICKED not the whole damn city!” Gally says as the walls explode and cars full of angry people coming rushing into the city. pushing us to the side we all sit down against a wall in an alley trying to get away from the explosions and Thomas crawls to the side and you pull his arm “where are you going” you ask him but he is quickly sitting back next to you as he sees WICKED’s cars rushing in “shit”

“what are they waiting for?” Minho asks “Like i have a clue” you answer and like it was planned a loud explosion goes off again and gunfire starts to blast out on the street “we gotta go!” Gally calls out and we sneak into an old dinner to stay sheltered from it all. Sitting in the back of the restaurant you sit against Thomas his chest and his hand goes around your waist as both of you breath heavily for the first time sitting still and letting everything that happened sink in looking between the gunfire outside and Gally,Newt and Minho you know things aren't looking very good for the five of you. Thomas loosens the hand on your waist and grabs the walkie from his pocket “brenda, are you there” and almost immediately she answers “Thomas, i’m here” you grab the walkie from his hands looking around seeing your brother getting worse the fire and fight going on outside and Thomas behind you before answering her “Bren, there's too much going on and i don't think we're going to make it”

“y/n? what are you talking about” she says clearly holding back tears making it harder for yourself to hold it back and you hand to Walkie back to Thomas while swallowing the lump in your throat “you should take the others and get everybody out while you still can” and i doesn't take long for Brenda her protest to come through

“No” and tears roll down your cheeks knowing how hard it is for them so putting your hand over Thomas you hold down the buttons “brenda, you need to go” you tell her hoping she will listen to you “i’m not leaving you two okay so forget it”

“Even though you should,” Thomas tells her and it stays silent for a while you sit up a little with a few tears in your eyes and you grab onto Thomas's hand tighter than before. part of you hoped it was going to be over cause it meant you never had to tell him the truth but the other part wanted him to survive and live his life at the fullest “we started this together might as well end it that way” you tell him and he smiles “you sound like your brother” and you laugh a little looking over at him “till death do us apart right” Thomas Jokes and you nod turning our head far enough to kiss him

“Thomas! y/n! don't worry i’m coming for you” and both Thomas and you look at each other and you act quick taking the walkie out of his hands “what are you talking about?”

“our rides here, look for us near the tunnels”

After walking out of the building Gally takes the lead cause he knew the place the best and he led you all towards the tunnels. At the end of the street a loud blow is heard and a car blows up in front of you all making you fall over and you're once again stuck hiding behind a wall “were almost here” Gally says staking low trying to look for a way through the fight without much trouble but a bright flash of light above you all making you look up seeing the berg flying overhead heading towards the tunnels “There here” you say in a whisper looking at Thomas having hope for your brother once again knowing Brenda had the cure to save him

“go without me, just go” Newt spills and you all look at him, veins starting to crawl up his neck and towards his face and black blood coming from his mouth

and you knew he wasn't going to last long anymore “Minho, you gotta run ahead grab the serum and get back as soon as you can” you tell him and he looks at you not agreeing with it but Thomas nods “Minho, go”

“there right, i’ll cover” Gally tells him and i nod once silently thinking him

“y/n, bring one for y/n” Newt says and you shut him up “what is he talking about?” Thomas asks and you shake your head “Nothing I'm fine it’s just the infection getting to his head” you tell him turning to Minho “You need to go Now!

“just hang on, you hear me,” Minho tells Newt and with those words he runs off getting the serum to save your brother. Newt his head turns to the side and you can see he's fading away but you grab onto him shaking him trying to get him to focus on you and trying to stay awake “Newt! stay with me do you hear me, i need you to stay focused”

“We've gotta get you up” Thomas says, grabbing onto Newt his arm but he protests reaching for his necklace and ripping it from his neck “come on Newt we've gotta go!” Thomas tells him again and tears run down your eyes as Newt holds out the necklace towards Thomas you knew it was the letter he wrote, you were there with him

“Newt, your gonna make it”. I tell him but he keeps his hand out for Thomas

“Just take it!” he yells breathing heavily and Thomas takes the necklace from him holding his hand tight “please, Tommy please” as the words pass by his lips your body starts shutting down and you start coughing letting your body drop next to Newts “y/n!” Thomas yells and you nod “i’m okay, it's just smoke” you lie and you look towards Newt and you can see in his eyes that he knows you're not far behind him “tell him, you need to tell him” Newt says and you shake your head “you need to keep your mouth shut, the plan is going the way it should” you tell him before turning to look at Thomas “tell me what?” Thomas asks and you shake your head holding onto your sanity and pushing yourself up again “The plan about saving Minho it's working now we've gotta save Newt your helping or not?”

“She’s Sick” Newt spits and Thomas looks at you “i’m fine just tired” And Thomas nods he knew you hadn't been sleeping much being concerned about newt but the truth was you didnt wanna risk him seeing the Infection in your leg you had enough time to sleep when this was over. “We need to get out of here” you tell him and Thomas nods, helping you lift up Newt and Making your way closer to the tunnels.

after a few blocks of walking your knees give up on you and you drop to the ground Newts body collapsing onto Thomas and dropping to the ground before you “Y/n?” Thomas ask and you look up at him “I’m Sorry Thomas” you tell him knowing your plan was not working you weren't going to make it and your idea to walk away the minute your brother was save wasn't going to work, if you were shutting down this fast then Newt was even worse knowing that the body in front of you wasn't your Brother anymore but the Infection that caught up with him and took over his brain.

suddenly the street goes quiet and Teresa her voice comes through “thomas? can you hear me, i need you to listen to me i know you have no reason to trust me but i need you to come back, Thomas you can save Newt you can save y/n, there's still time for the Both them” you start coughing and looking at your hand you see black blood and you lift your head up al little to look at thomas you give him a silent apologie again but he just looks at the blood on your lips “there’s a reason brenda isn't sick anymore, it's your blood do you understand she isn't sick cause you cured her she doesn't have to be the only one. the only thing you have to do is come back and all of this will finally be over, please just come back to me” he looks at you and with tears in your eyes you nod “you need to go ” you tell him and he shakes his head ignoring it only wanting answers “why didn't you tell me?” He asks and you swallow the lump in your throat this was the exact reason you didn't tell him

“i couldn't, i didnt wanna say goodbye not to you”

“There's still time Minho is getting the serum” and you shake your head “That’s not the plan’ you tell him throwing it all out “Newt was supposed to make it and i was going to stay behind, going down saving you guys”. You tell him and he has tears in his eyes “You were just going get yourself killed? After everything we’ve been through”

“It’s better than letting this Stuppid Virus control me, i’m not becoming a Crank Thomas, i love you i do but i would much rather get shot out here than survive only to risk hurting the others or you” but he shakes his head not accepting it you betrayed his trust which made you no better than WICKED the only difference was that your intentions were truly only to save the people you loved “we’ll get the serum and everything Will be fine” he tells you but before you can say anything or protest a loud scream comes from behind you and you turn your head to see Newt showing getting up onto his feet, surprised he’s still there “Newt?” you both ask insinc and he slowly turns revealing him fully cranked out eyes gone black and he lashes out towards Thomas attacking him. Thomas steps aside letting Newt drop to his knees and he seems to have a second of his humanity coming through “Tommy! kill me!” he yells, turning to look at Thomas but your own mind keeps getting hazly wanting to shut down so you only see fragments of the fight in front of you. the minute you look backup holding onto your sanity you see Newt holding a knife close to thomas his chest and your own rage takes over pushing yourself onto your feet and pushing your brother off of your boyfriend and holding him down “Newt, this isn't you! Get a hold on your sanity” you try hoping he has any left but he doesn't do anything but trying to get you off and to your side you see a Gun and you use your left foot to kick against it and it slides towards Thomas and he looks between the weapon and you holding down Newt “shoot! the bullet will kill us both” you tell him in a clear moment and she shakes his head

“Thomas, it's your own life, or ours!” you yell at him but Newt gets the upper hand throwing you off him and going for the knife again heading back towards Thomas and you make a decision, with tears in your eyes and the last bit sanity you crawl towards the gun and clock it standing on your feet and aiming the gun towards your brother “Newt!” you yell and he turns his attention towards you and in that small moment you see his eyes the ones you grew up with and the ones of the big brother you love so much and he nods telling you it's okay and with that you pull the trigger the bullet going into his chest and his body dropping to the ground. you look over at thomas and he sits there next to Newts body tears covering his cheeks and your own rolling down your face knowing you just killed the one person that you promise yourself you would save “i'm sorry thomas'' you tell him lifting up the gun an you close your eyes placing your Finger on the trigger but before you can pull it Thomas slams it out of your hands “No! I’m not losing both of you” you look him in his eyes and he has a pleading look “Minho is on his way just hold on okay” he tells you through sobs and you shake your head “i'm not going to make it till then i’m tired of fighting Thomas, i just want it to stop, make it stop” you tell him trying to hold onto your sanity, you reach in your pocket and take out the small necklace and you hand it to him. “Newt’s not to only one that wrote you a letter” and he grabs it holding onto your hand “i love you” you tell him and he smiles a little through the tears “i love you too” with your own tears you take a step back and let go of his hand “if that's true and you really love me, then you'll let me do this then you let me go” he looks shocked and shakes his head protesting but you dont listen to his words “you’re going to be okay” he tries to tell you but you give him a hard enough push to make him trip and you grab the gun up from the ground and drop to your knees next to Newt his body “i’ll see you soon” you tell him before before turning to look at Thomas one last time as he gets back onto his feet but your already lifting up the gun to your head “i’ll say hi to chuck for you”

“don’t do it Please y/n!” he asks through sobs “till death do us apart”

“Wait!” Looking to the side Brenda runs forwards with the small blue file in her hand and she looks to Newt on the ground and to you holding the gun to your head but it all gave Thomas enough time to run towards you getting a Grip on the gun“Thomas! I’m gonna kill you!” You yell at him letting the last of your humanity slip away and fighting the one person you thought you never wanted to hurt “Brenda!” Thomas yells and before you know it everything in front of your eyes turns black

WICKED had taken everything from him, they made it to the safe haven but it didn't seem to matter to him. Vince's speech was what hurt most , it reminded everybody of what they lost but it also reminded them that the people they cared about sacrificed their own lives to save them. “We've come a long way together, so many have sacrificed to make this place possible. your friends, your family. so here's to the ones that couldn't be here, here's to the friends we've lost, this place is for you it's for all of us” he turns his body to point at one of the large rocks in the middle of the place “this, this is for them, so in your one time in your own way, come make your peace, and welcome to the safe haven”

The night was spent talking about memories of the lost once and the plans for the future, the plans of what was coming next and what to do with their lives Now That they were free to do what they wanted but Thomas kept away from it sitting to the side. Minho said down next to him giving him a small smile and looking over the place “this is going to be a good home for us, they would of loved it” he tells him while reaching in the pocket of his jacket and pulling out the two necklaces and hands them back to thomas “you had this one you when you passed out, figured i'd keep them safe for you” an Thomas takes Boh of he necklaces from the boy hesitantly “thanks minho'' padding his shoulder he smiles before walking away leaving Thomas alone to read the letter from Newt, followed by the one you gave him.

Dear Thomas

it’s been one hell of a ride, i know i always complained about being trapped by WICKED so this might be weird coming from me but i miss the glade, i miss waking up to frypans crappy breakfasts or watching the sunset right before the doors closed, it all seems like so long ago doesn't it we were so innocent back then. But now here we are, we lost a lot of Friends in the fight to get you all to the safe haven so you guys better make the most of it or I'm coming to haunt you all.

i want you to know that i never kept this all from you cause i didn't love you, god i loved you even more after i found out it wasn't going to last but i couldn't bring myself to tell you i know that it's probably selfish but i didn't want to spend our last few weeks maybe even days saying goodbye like everyone did with Newt, i wish i could be with you forever but i guess we weren't meant to be. Our time together was exactly like paradise but i wouldn't wanna change, i remember when you can up in that box back in the Glade everybody though you were one hell of a trouble maker and to be honest you really were, breaking the rules running into the maze but i loved every second of it, it didn't matter to me how many times you broke the rules or what stuppid or risky idea you had i would off followed it all, i did follow it i followed you, through the Maze, through the scorch and now through the last City saving Minho and getting Newt to safety. That was my plan and i know you’ll hate it but it was simple get you all save and leave myself behind to die out in the field so nobody has to know what was really happening to me it Will be easier that way. i’m not afraid of dying, i’m afraid of

Losing myself to this stuppid virus that turned me into a walking time bomb. I want you to know I don't want to let you all go but I have no other choice cause waiting for this serum isn't an option for me and even if we get there in time it would only push back the inevitable. I want you to be happy. I want you to live your life to the fullest and make me proud and take care of the other keep Minho out of trouble and make sure gally doesnt start a fight with some shank in the safe haven. i hope that in a few years from now you’ll smile and say that it was worth it cause it has been worth it to me. Now pick yourself up and finish what you started and lead the people that are there with you like I know you can. I know you’ll do what's right you always have. take care and remember that i’ll love you

thank you for being my best friend and my first love

goodbye tommy

y/n

Opening your eyes you sit straight up feeling a burning pain in your ankle and lifting the fabric you see the Veins disappeared and the bite mark was almost completely healed. Panic rushes through your body not knowing where you are and looking around you only see wooden furniture and bottles of medicine on a table to the side, throwing your feet over the edge you stand up finding your balance and walking past the curtain that closed of the little shed you were in and you look out over the ocean turning to the side you see an entire village that reminds you of the glade, making you think that heaven wasn't as bad as you though it was going to be walking forwards into the place you pass by field that are growing food, people building shelter with wood and right in front of you the dark haired Runner comes walking closer and you look over at him surprised “Minho?” You ask him hesitant and he smiles up you only to see Gally, Frypan and Brenda walking closer to you beside him “hey there Greenie, you look better” Gally tells you and you stand there shocked and there eyes go to something behind and turning around your faces with the brown haired boy you love and he looks a bit sad but there this little light of Hope in his eyes as he steps closer grabbing onto you an hugging you tight.

“I-i’m alive'' you ask hesitantly while you sit on the side with Thomas and he nods “how long have I been out?” You ask him “A week the serum took its time but you made it through” he tells you and guilt hits you immediately, your plan your brother was the one that should have been sitting there not you, your brother, you killed your brother you shot Newt,you almost shot yourself. Panic washes over you and Thomas seems to notice and he grabs your hand pulling you out of it “hey, you made it” he tells you again and tears roll down your cheeks “i wasn't supposed to”

“yeah, i know i read your letter” and you look up at him “Thomas”

“I did as you told me to, i picked myself up and i’m gonna keep going forwards, were gonna keep going forward together”

“After everything if done, you still want me?” And the boy nods lifting his hand an cupping your cheeks “i hate the plan you made to just go of and die on your own and i’m going to be angry about it for a while but right now your still alive and i’m not planning on letting you go anytime soon so you're stuck with me”

“Newt..” you say in a whisper “Newt would want you to live a happy live and not think about what happened because you can't change it” you know he’s right but it was going to take time to mourn the loss of your brother this wasn't the plan you made instead of silently slipping away after you saved your friends and your brother you are the one that got saved “you were infected you didn't think straight” he tells you

“I knew what was doing when i pulled the trigger, i knew in that moment i was shooting My own brother, the look in his eyes told me it was him in that last minute it told me it was okay” you tell him holding down the Tear's that threaten to slip again

“but i also know your right he wouldn't want me to give up so i wont, i Will wait for you to forgive me cause i wanna be with you cause your all if got left” you tell Thomas and he smiles reaching in his pocket and pulling something out of it and he hands it to you, taking it from him it reveals a little ring and you look up at him “after we got here and i saw you past out i started making it, i knew when i saw you laying right there that i never wanted to see you like that again that i wanted to be with you forever, so if you really mean that you wanna be with me than you'll say yes” you look at him shocked not knowing what to do or what to say “say yes to being with me forever, say yes to being my best friend, to being my girl, to being my wife, marry me Y/n” you nod not having the words to say it outloud and Thomas smiles sliping the ring on your Finger and holding onto your Hand and leaning forward to catch your lips with his before looking back up at you “Till death do us apart”

#the maze runner #thomas #newt #character death #reader x thomas #dylan o'brien #tomuary #tom uary

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Enchanted - Fili x fem!reader - Cinderella AU

A/N: I recently seen there was Cinderella (2015) in TV, my favourite Cinderella story! (But they are all kind of smashed together, so🤷‍♀️)

This is mainly for lovely @guardianofrivendell , I hope you will like it!

(Also, c'mon. Kili wouldn't even come here.)

This is different style from what I am writing - this is more a fairytale-telling style, but I tried. I'm quite happy quite the result, so I hope you will like it too!

Once upon a time, there was a lovely, beautiful maiden, named Y/N. Though her life wasn't a fairy tale at first glance, sometimes things change the way it seems like one.

There wasn't a time when Y/N didn't thought about her old life, and when did it changed. But she remembered her mother's last words.

The two things that you truly need in your life, are courage and kindness. Remember that, my dear.

Life with her two step-sisters, who argued almost all the time (except for when there were trying to provoke Y/N), and the evil woman who married her kind and selfless father, was, well, interesting, to say at least. It wasn't very exciting, either - her life was constant routine of doing all the chores, and then falling asleep in her little room.

She dreamed of magic, that would make life exciting, and every night, when she looked up for the stars, she would think about a prince, who would run away with her and never come back.

Little did she knew, her life was about to go into a different direction very, very soon.

The day they got the invitations, her sisters were excstatic. One of them told Y/N to prepare them dresses, along for their mother. Y/N thought it was one of birthday partiest of their many friends, and didn't thought much of it. She spended the whole day by sewing and measuring, cutting and measuring once again.

However, when she decided to take a stroll in the evening void of darkness, soft light was coming out of the post box. She curiously stepped closer, and opened it. Her eyes widened when she noticed envelope in heavy, good quality paper. The name and adress on the letter was in beautiful calligraphy, perfect, as if it was made by...

Y/N shook her head. Don't be naive. But the tiny little spark of hope and child-like wonder in her believed it was something magical about it.

She opened the envelope, and took out an...invitation? She curiously red futher, and her eyes widened. It was an invitation for a ball!

With greatest joy, we are happy to announce that prince Fili is ready to find a wife. In occasion of Prince's birthday, there will be thrown celebration, where is invited every daughter of our beautiful kingdom, who is interested in being Prince's wife.

There was also a date and time. Y/N couldn't believe it. She got her invitation. A dreamy smile stretched across her lips, and she started to dance.

She hid her invitation in the pocket of her dress, and quickly hidded it into the back of her drawer.

When the day of the celebration came up, she realized she forgot to make her own dress. She worked on her sisters' and mother's dresses she didn't got enough time to work on her own.

They left, and she was there alone, in the big house. It used to be place full of joy, but now it was empty and sad. Y/N looked around for some dress she could use or alter, but she wasn't that lucky.

She sat to the garden, and her good friends - three cats, who stayed there, and sometimes slept in her room - came with loud meowing.

As if they could talk. It sounds like they are mad, Y/N thought. One of the cats - black cat with golden orbs - studied her face, as if she wanted to give her piece of her mind. But, instead, she started cleaning her paw.

"No, of course not. They aren't home? Oh, as if that - alright, I won't swear, but that woman living here and making her her maid-" Y/N frowned and stood up, carefully walking into the direction of the voice. She found an old woman, talking to little mouse.

"Good evening, c-can I help you?" The woman turned to her.

"Oh, do you happen to have a piece of bread and some milk, dear?" Y/N nodded, remembering the leftovers from dinner.

"Oh, of course we have. I'll be back in a moment," she said. She knew the woman from somewhere - but where did she knew her from?

When she came back, she gave the piece of bread and cup of milk to her. The old woman thanked her, and ate it as if it would be the most delicious thing she have ever eaten.

"What is happening, Y/N? Why that long face?" Y/N looked up on her, and sighed.

"Do you know about the ball, in palace today?" The woman nodded, and Y/N sighed.

"Well, I got an invitation, but...I don't have any decent dress." The woman let out a humming, deeply in thought.

"Well, perhaps I could help you out," she said. Y/N frowned.

"How?" The woman jumped up.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, my dear. Let me just-" she stood up and all of sudden, there were tiny little sparks, then falling down as a sparkling dust.

Stardust, Y/N thought.

A young woman stood there, in simple dress with flowing skirt, a wand in her hand, and happy smile on her lips.

"I'm your fairy godmother," she introduced herself. Y/N blinked.

"But they don't exist. It's all just a fairytale," she said. Her fairy godmother furrowed her brows.

"Oh, dear! What are you teaching you these days, tsk," she let out and looked around.

"Do you happen to have, uhm, pumpkins?"

"Oh, uhm, yes, we do, over there-" She pointed to the corner of the garden, where a few pumpkins grew. Her fairy gotmother walked there and curiously eyed each one of them. Then, she took one of them.

"This one will do!" Before Y/N could argue, her fairy godmother tapped the pumpkin by the tip of her wand, and stepped aside.

Y/N's eyes widened, as there wasn't a pumpkin anymore, but a beautiful coach instead. Her fairy godmother looked around once again, and spotted the three cats.

"We also need horses, and stagecoach man..." The cats wanted to run away, but it was too late. All of sudden, there were standing three horses. Y/N runned to them.

"James! Oh, look at you!" She turned to face her fairy godmother, wonder in her face.

"How did you-you really are my fairy godmother," Y/N sighed out. Her godmother proudly smiled, and pointed towards a lizard, sitting on edge of fountaine.

"Well, now we also need...lackey!" She looked around, and spotted a bird, who was eating some tiny bits of leftover bread.

"Now, let's go, my friends, we don't have much time left!" She said with a proud smile on her face.

"Let's go dear! It's going to be really fun, I've heard they have chocolate cakes and-" Y/N catched her hand.

"I would love to, but-my dress, it's-" her fairy godmother turned to her and nodded with serious expression.

"Oh, you're right! Hm, yeah, this could work," she said and the tip of her wand created glittering ribbon in the air as she moved her hand. Little sparks danced across her dress, hair and face, and soon, she had dress she would never imagine even in her wildest dreams. Y/N gasped.

"They are beautiful! How did you-how can I thank you?" Her fairy godmother smiled and tapped the tip of her nose by her wand. Little sparkles fell across Y/N's face, and she let out a giggle.

"You, my dear, will have fun. Thanks to this, your mother and sisters won't recognize you," Her smile became a frown as she looked down.

"What about the shoes? You can't wear these!" Y/N looked down and blushed.

"Well, um, alright, but please no heals, I can't walk in them," the girl admitted rather shyly. The godmother thought about it for a moment, and told Y/N to close her eyes. When she was done, she said she can open them. Y/N gasped - they weren't shoes on heals, they were simple and comfortable, but lovely to look at.

"Now, if anyone asks you your name, tell them you're Cinderella. And remember - the spell will wear off exactly at midnight. Then, everything is going to be just like before." She explained carefully while they walked to the coach. When Y/N stepped inside, she noticed the details. It was surely the most gorgeous coach she've ever seen. She looked out of the window and waved farawell to her fairy godmother. The answer were just tiny little sparks.

When she arrived, there was a music playing already, and she could tell the celebration was in full swing. She peeked inside by the corner of one window, and noticed the Prince - he talked to his brother and seemed rather bored and terrified. Y/N giggled at that thought of the Prince being terrified of dancing with all those women and girls, trying to figure out who will be his future wife.

Prince Fili was rather nervous. He wasn't sure if he should be really there - but as much as he wished to be with his horse on a ride through forests and meadows, he also knew he was doing a favour to both the kingdom, and perhaps himself too. His brother found a lady he was happy with on similar celebration, though the other part of the story was she was the only one, who wasn't falling to his feet after he winked at her and said something flirtatious. Now, he was trying to calm Fili down. Or tried, at least.

"Look, Fee, all those ladies are here, so don't worry. There is a big chance you will find one that will like you for you, and you'll like her too."

"Or not. How did you made it last time?" Kili's face scrunched.

"Well, um, tripping over your feet after you've been trying to flirt with her whole evening, and pouring red wine on her light dress isn't the best way to start a courting, if you ask me." Fili chuckled.

"But it worked out."

"Now I'm not sure which one of you is the older one," their mother said and they both turned to her.

"Fili, dear, don't be nervous. Just be yourself. There is no reason to worry. And you," she turned to Kili,

"Try to not walk while you drink wine," Fili chuckled and Kili rolled his eyes.

"Now, the celebration will start soon, so remember what I said," she added and disappeared into crowd to talk to some of the ladies and their mothers personally.

Y/N walked through the palace, and nobody asked her for her name. Everyone was in awe - who was she? Who was the gorgeous princess?

When she walked in, she was making sure she won't trip over her feet. The whole room went quiet, the musicians stopped playing - and one question filled the air.

'Who is she?'

The Prince turned his attention to where everyone looked - and he realized all those surprised gasps and looks of awe were right.

A beautiful maiden, a young woman perhaps, he couldn't tell, stood there, with soft silver - golden dust on her nose and cheeks, creating sparkling freckles, her hair in soft waves falling over her shoulders, her dress looking as if they were made of stardust itself. Her hands were covered in long white gloves, up over her elbows, with little silver flowers around the edge, and soft smile was spreaded across her face. She started slowly walking down the few stairs, hoping she wouldn't trip over her dress.

She was almost there...

It was all quick - she was suddenly falling down, but instead of meeting the floor, she was met with a pair of strong arms, and deep chuckle above her.

"Careful here. The stairs are tricky," He helped her to stand up and her cheeks burned.

"Prince Fili," She said. A smile spreaded across his face.

"At your service, m'lady," He softly kissed the top of her hand, while looking his blue eyes, deep into her eyes.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Prince Fili," she said with pinkish cheeks. Perhaps the magic gave her courage to say something?

He smiled.

"The pleasure is all mine, my lady. May I ask you for a dance?" She nodded and soon, they were dancing across the dance floor. The music was playing again, and other pairs joined them soon.

"Your dance skills are excellent, my lady."

"You aren't bad yourself," her eyes widened at her sudden courage, but he only laughed.

"Have we met before? I'm sure I'd remembered as good dancer as you, my lady."

"I don't think so, my lord." Fili looked down at her. She was just turning around, as it was another step in the dance.

"Would you tell me your name, m'lady?" He blurted out. He wanted to talk to her whole night. He wasn't interested in all those other women and girls - especially now, when there was her, who he could actually talk to.

"You may call me Cinderella," she said. Fili thought about it. He've never heard this name before, but it was nice to finally adress her properly.

"Well, in that case, lady Cinderella - would you like to slip out to the gardens, so we could talk more in private?" He was waiting for her answer, and when she nodded and said,

"I'd love to, my prince," He breathed out in relief.

"Call me Fili, please," He said, and when they were near the glass doors, leading to gardens, they slipped out without anyone noticing.

They walked through the gardens, and talked about the ball, Fili's life and what not. When they walked around daisies, Y/N carefully picked one up. Fili's eyebrow rose in curiousity.

"There are many other flowers you can pick in the garden, my lady," She shrughed her shoulders.

"I like daisies. They are beautiful, and yet delicate and simple. They may seem ordinary, but I love them," He hummed in response and picked one too.

"May I?" He asked. Y/N nodded, curious what he was about to do. Fili placed the daisy to her hair behind her ear.

"Done," He smiled. He took her hands into his, and she gave him a curious look.

"Can we dance? Just us two, without etiquette," he shrugged his shoulders to make it seem more casual.

"I'd love to," was her answer.

They silently danced for a while, when Y/N frowned.

"Sorry, I just stepped on your toes-"

"It's okay, I actually happened to step on, uhm, all those ladies' toes and..." He looked away with embarassed face and Y/N giggled. Fili gave her a dreamy smile.

"My lady," he said and interwined their hands. Y/N hummed.

"You've been my best company through the whole celebration. I know this may be a bit too fast, but-" A sudden clock strucking sound caught Y/N's attention.

First.

"I-I'm very sorry, Pri-Fili. I've had an amazing time with you, but I have to leave now," She muttered before running through the gardens and around the castle.

Second.

One of her shoes slipped down, but she didn't got the time to take it back. She kept running.

Third.

Her dress were getting lighter and shorter, she noticed soft sparkles in the air around her.

Fourth.

She quickly came into the coach, and they barely made it through gates, before they were closed.

Fifth.

The lizard and little bird were now inside of the coach, the bird flying away.

Sixth.

It's been a short while, before the coach was getting smaller, and Y/N noticed soft smell of freshly cutted pumpkin.

Seventh.

She looked out of the little window. The night was bright, the moon was full, too.

Eight.

Her dress were almost back to how they looked like before, the sparkling dust was out of her hair and away from her face.

Nineth.

Her glowes were away, and the pumpkin crushed. Y/N and the lizard fell down to the ground, where were two cats, but still one horse. Y/N sat up and took all of them with her.

Tenth.

Y/N could see the roof of the house she was coming back to.

Eleventh.

The horse was smaller and smaller, and then he stopped - and Y/N quickly placed them all down, when the horse was a cat again. James.

Twelveth.

And everything was the way it was before. Except for...

Y/N looked down and picked up the shoe. The only thing that stayed the way it was.

The following days, Y/N couldn't stop thinking about the prince. Sure, he was kind and handsome - and that was probably enough for him to stay in her head ever since. But there was something else, which made her sad. He didn't knew her real name.

In palace, Fili was going through all the adresses, just to find out there was nobody with the name 'Cinderella'. He looked up when someone entered the door. It was his younger brother, Kili, who was more likely to catch attention of many maidens, also thanks to his shameless flirting and straight-forward attitude. But he was already courting now, the lady had both sharp tongue and mind, and soft heart. Fili was watching his brother, because he usually didn't had this expression on his face.

"What happened, Kee?" Fili asked. Kili looked over the table, full of mess.

"I will help you to find her," He said.

"I've got an idea." Fili's brows furrowed. This was never a good sign. Kili noticed his expression, and sighed. Fili could tell something was troubling him.

"I know it may be stupid, but what if we would just let all the ladies to try on the shoe?" Fili's eyes widened.

"Kili-"

"Nah, I know it was stupid, sorry Fee-"

"That is the best idea you've ever had!" Kili's eyes widened.

"Wait, what?!" Fili hugged his brother, but soon both their faces scrunched.

"That will take a while," Kili muttered and Fili nodded.

"I will start sooner then. We need to find her!" Fili said and started ordering to get his horse ready.

He won't give up.

It took days, and no maiden fitted the shoe on so far. It was as if the shoe itself was either becoming too big, or too small, so it wouldn't fit. But Fili was determined to find the woman of his heart.

Y/N was living her normal life, back in her old routine. Her mother and sisters would complain about the woman who danced with the prince, that she had him for whole evening and neither of her sisters got to dance with him. She smiled when they couldn't see her.

When after a few weeks Fili found the last house, he had a little spark of hope left. She could be there, but also not.

When they entered the house, two young women were right there. Fili didn't thought much of them, but he let them to try the shoe on. It didn't fitted to any of them, and they were about to leave, when he noticed a person hiding behind the corner.

"Come out, don't be shy," he smiled. When she stepped out, his surprise grew.

"Try the shoe on, m'lady," he said. The young woman nodded, and, surprise surprise, it fitted perfectly!

"So, lady Cinderella," He smiled.

"I'm-my name is Y/N, my lord," She looked down, but he softly lifted up her chin, so she would look at him.

"Only Fili, Y/N. For you always Fili," He stood up, and they stepped out, hand by hand. Y/N could hear her sisters and mother to yell, how was it possible - but it felt like it was far, far away.

Fili and Y/N came back to the castle, where they had beautiful wedding. When the time came up, they ruled the kingdom with kindness and justice. The people of the kingdom couldn't wish for better King and Queen.

And that all thanks to kindness and courage of heart, but also some sprinkles of magic...

#fili x reader #filixreader #fili #the hobbit #the hobbit fanfiction #cinderella au #kili #au #kili x reader #the durins au #kili durin #fili durin #dis #fili fluff #fili friday

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