#but ultimately having some kind of glove is better for them on long serious missions

[paintedkinzy-88]

Some simple ref doodles of the bois in gear. Plus Raph’s mystical gauntlets cuz I finally decided he gets gauntlets—

Mikey’s really the only one who really changes up his look often. Him and April like to experiment with what a dragon can wear lmao. Leo joins in sometime, but is more focused on looking good (and mobility) than just y’know. Having fun lmao.

[milkttea]

(bursts in like the Kool-Aid Man) I HEARD YOU WANTED AIZAWA AND FATGUM PROMPTS! Ok but seriously I love the idea of either of them seeing their S/O being kind and parental to their "kids" (Shinsou, Eri, and all of 1-A for Aizawa; Kirishima and Tamaki for Fatgum) and having the sudden realization of "oh fuck I love them so much???? Do I want to marry them??? Raise kids together??? Shit I'm in too deep"

YES YEEEEEESSSSSS OOOOO this is very good I like this very much, in headcannon format but long as hell lmao LETS GOOOOOOOO

Yeesh the balance is off here lmao my love towards Aizawa is showing 🖤🙈

Warnings: soft Aizawa and Fatgum, they love you very much.

- Both of you met while on a mission, standard villain holding hostages situation. You were in the business for a while at that point and were well known for your caring nature and acting motherly towards others.

- At that point he had a vague idea of who you were, but didn’t pay much attention until he found himself in trouble. He had been cornered by multiple villains and was in a tough situation that would be difficult to get out of alone. You noticed this while some of the villains attempted to cut off Aizawa’s arms.

- You jumped in with a shield protecting him as you used it to push back the villains and hold them while he wrapped them with his scarf. From then on he paid more attention to you.

- After the mission you asked him how he was doing and took notice of injuries he sustained and healed them. This led to a lengthy conversation and eventually you both talked more over dinner.

- That was around 4 years ago, Aizawa was still a teacher then, but because he expelled his students so often you never interacted with them much. So you can imagine how surprised you were when you came to greet him on a work day and saw a full classroom of students.

- Of course they all wondered who you were so you explained you were a Pro-Hero, but didn’t give any more details. Aizawa valued his privacy and you respected that.

- So that leads to you coming more and more to his class and helping him with the students when they get too rowdy, they’ve become somewhat of your kids if you were being honest.

- They would talk to you because Aizawa definitely wasn’t the best person to talk to about feelings, if dating him for 4 years has taught you anything it’s that his love language is physical touch and silent affection. He wouldn’t talk to you about your feelings but he will get you coffee at 3 am.

- It was another day where you decided to drop in to his class and see how they were doing with their training. As usual the class greeted you and you watched as they worked on their ultimate moves once again.

- Bakugou ever the walking time bomb, blew up boulders that headed towards the direction of Jirou and you went into action quicker than anyone else. Making a shield around her and holding back the debris as she looked in shock, as did everyone else.

- Moving the wreckage out of the way you immediately crouched down to Jirou and checked her for any injuries, after making sure she was fine you made your way to any other students that may be injured and helped them out.

- Aizawa was scolding Bakugou about being more careful with his quirk as he noticed you holding Kirishima’s face and softy healing some injuries from running through rock walls.

- His face softened before he hardened so that no other students would notice.

- ‘They would make a great parent— wait a minute.’

- Aizawa couldn’t believe his thoughts, he already had 21 kids, physically he probably couldn’t handle more.

- This didn’t stopped him from paying more attention to the way you interacted with the students, especially Todoroki. Lord knows he needed a parental figure in his life and you took that role with excitement, you would offer him advice and a place to stay if he didn’t want to be at home. You had a separate home from Aizawa in case you needed to lay low. 

- You would also feed him and be there for him when he had mental breakdowns and just needed someone to care for him. You really helped him get out of his shell and talk more about the problems he faced.

- Once everyone moved to the dorms, it was necessary for the teachers to move in to a separate housing as well. Not with the students, but far enough away that they would still be there if there were emergencies. 

- With that in mind, the students went to you more and more if they needed anything or just wanted to talk. This never stopped you from caring  for them and making meals for them, as well as just treating them like normal kids. Not heroes in training, not enhanced kids, just normal kids doing normal activities.

- The feelings grew more when he started training Shinsou, if possible you became more parental like and offering assistance and healing when needed. You still maintained a mentor-like responsibility but that didn’t stop you from taking Shinsou to get the necessary equipment with his parents permission and giving him meals to help him get stronger. He and Todoroki could often be seen trailing behind you like ducklings and doing whatever you needed or just sticking by you. The same went for the other students.

- They had their ways of coming to you for assistance and showing affection, you found it adorable, Aizawa found himself falling more and more in love with you and built his feelings towards you becoming an actual parent with him. 

- Those same feelings grew tenfold once Eri came along, she became a daughter to you both, as much as Aizawa didn’t want to admit it.

- When she woke up panicking at night you both would take turns calming her down and you would often hum songs from Disney to help her go back to sleep.

- Aizawa’s thoughts delved deeper and deeper and he fell more and more in love with you with each passing day. He wanted to marry you and raise kids together, raise Eri together. The thought kind of scared him, but it also excited him.

-  ‘I’m definitely in way too deep,’ he thought as he looked at you playing with Eri and Shinsou, one of his few days off training and he was spending that time with you and Eri, his self-proclaimed little sister, ‘but I wouldn’t change this for the world.’

- He spent time with you all day and with the kids thinking of how he was going to ask you to marry him and adopt Eri. He’ll stress over that another day, for now he was content being with all of you. 

- What else to start with but that this man is in love with you. He first landed eyes on you when you had been at the same restaurant during a break in your rounds. You both ordered the same thing and he struck up a conversation. At that point he didn’t know you were a Pro, your suit could shrink into a wrist watch, you figured if you passed as a citizen it would make it easier to find villains.

- He then got to know you better over the course of that short meal, a villain decided to interrupt your lovely conversation (it was about his favorite meal, very interesting actually) and you slapped your watch pulling out a glove that you used to blast the villain away. With the help of FatGum you both apprehended him and handed him over to the police.

- This lead to him finding out you were a Pro and you both left together as you put on your suit that you made yourself. Eventually you both got closer and you could be seen at his agency more often than not. You would work with some of his sidekicks with their costumes if they needed any help with technical issues or just improve them overall. 

- He eventually asked you out and you started dating from then on. It was wonderful and he would see how you cared for others and treat them with kindness (unless they were asking for a fight then you would end it).

- It was at this time he started to take on a high schooler as his sidekick, his name was Tamaki Amajiki and he was a very nervous boy. Poor thing had some serious anxiety which you 100000% understand. This business was hard and to maintain a good public image was hard as the citizens would criticize everything you do. This was a big fear to him as some would call him a nervous wreck and it didn’t help him.

- It was at this point that you decided to treat him to food and offer him some assistance with his anxiety, he learned to depend on you if he was feeling too overwhelmed and you would take him away to get his bearings. He came to see you as a parental figure and would confide in you. 

- This filled FatGum’s heart with glee to see his significant other and one of his sidekicks that he saw as his own kid get along so well. The feelings only grew once Kirishima joined FatGum’s agency. He was sunshine and you loved him so much.

- You would take the time to help him with training with your inventions as well as Tamaki. You always made sure to make all of them meals and give them food that would help them stay healthy and in the best shape. 

- Poor FatGum’s heart couldn’t take it, he was so happy to see you be a parental figure to these boys. He thought of them as his own kids and to see you extend that same feeling to them just made him so so happy and he loved to be with all of you unless he was busy. 

- He fell more and more in love with you each day and he honestly planned on marrying you, with how hectic both of your lives were at the moment, he could wait, so for now he was happy with the little family that had been made.

[brent-sunborn]

Twilight Finale

(( Co-written with @kidcatgemini​, who plays @kaiekasunwhisper​. @nepenthea​ for mention, may she rest in peace.))

SEVERAL YEARS AGO...

“Here they come…”

‘They?’ Brent wondered - he was told they’d only be hunting one lone orc. He shivered, not from fear or anticipation, but from the sheer cold of Dragonblight. He and the other Blackened Blades had chilled to the bone in this dragonbone quarry for hours waiting to ambush the would-be new Earthwarder. Apparently, he had enlisted some help.

It didn’t matter. The Blood Elf smirked beneath his mask, as he took his position. He and his shadowed brethren were more than ready to deal with it. The Hour of Twilight was close, he could feel it! And no washed-up Orc could stop it now. No matter how many friends he brought!

Or… so he thought. One by one, he saw his fellow Blackened Blades dispatched by the Soul-bearer’s entourage. They were frighteningly skilled! Brent watched from the shadows until the group neared. Others dove in, but Brent was patient. He brandished his blades, watching, waiting for his opening… There! He lept from the shadows to strike the greenskin down while his allies were distracted by the other Blades, when--

*THWACK!*

He felt his chest nearly collapse. The air vacated his lungs instantly, as the brutish Orc slammed him with his sturdy hammer. He flew back like a ragdoll, skidding along in the snow. Everything went dark after that… for a moment. 

He woke shortly after, feeling like he’d be stepped on by a kodo! Looking around, his fellow Blades were dead. He crawled up the hill, following the various tracks left by his target. But he was too late. As he crested the hill, he saw Asira Dawnslayer, dead in the snow like the rest of them. He collapsed once more, feeling the anguish of defeat stronger and more crushing now than the hammer blow he’d taken. The Orc and his allies made for Wyrmrest Temple now… and Brent was too weak to pursue them any further.

The Blackened Blades had failed.

~*~

The portal closed expediently behind him, sealing Brent off in the safety of Ny’alotha. He cursed under his breath, as he sheathed his daggers. The fighting had escalated quickly in Uldum; Ramkahen and the Wastewanders gained serious momentum in pushing back against N’Zoth’s forces. Brent was, admittedly, impressed with their efforts. The seemingly ragtag group of unlikely allies had organized their counter-offensive well in recent days. He’d heard the Pandaren and their Mogu allies mounted a similarly successful offensive in the Vale as well. The combination of the two didn’t bode well.

Ny’alotha was an odd place, the rogue found. Wide open, perpetually dark, and writhing with monstrous creatures. He frowned beneath his mask - the whole world would look like this too, if N’Zoth got his way… A sigh escaped him as he sheathed his blades. A sigh of relief, perhaps? He wasn’t entirely sure he wanted this anymore. Maybe the forces of Azeroth rallying together like this was for the best…

His ear flickered, as another portal opened nearby. This one linked Ny’alotha to Pandaria, by the look of it. More retreating Twilight forces began pouring through, regrouping after another defeat against Azeroth’s forces. He waited, breath baited, heart sinking every second he didn’t see Kai’eka. Finally, he exhaled a sigh of relief, as she stepped out of the portal, a blade in each hand, both covered in blood. Her natural state.

Her armor beheld scratches and minor dents from battle, but she appeared in good health. Her expression was naturally neutral, but knowing her as long as he had, Brent caught the subtle ear twitch that gave away her annoyance. She frowned as she saw her partner there with the Uldum forces. She was happy to see that Brent was well, but the fact that he was here alongside her wasn’t a good sign.

“Fuck... you too?” She asked, walking over to stand by the Blackened Blade, suddenly feeling the weight of what was happening, “Last stand, then.”

The rogue nodded, wiping his brow with the back of his glove - still running a little warm from the desert heat. His mask hid his deep concern; if Kai’eka was pushed back, of all people… there wasn’t much more the Twilight forces could throw out to stop Azeroth’s advance. 

The scattered remnants quickly rallied into loose formations. The dark platforms shifted and turned, altering configuration for something big. Brent’s ears flattened, realizing what was happening. 

The Pandaria portal wasn’t the last one that would be opened today.

“Take positions! Patrol the area!” came the deep, unsettling voices of the Twilight commanders. “Azerothians are pushing in!”

Brent grunted. This was the last place he wanted to be right now. Locked away in the twisted shadows of an Old God, with the so-called “heroes” of Azeroth banging on the door? He wasn’t a soldier. Not one for large-scale assaults like this. Behemoth Faceless and Twilight Darkcasters formed ranks beneath the burning, ominous skies of the Black Empire. Unfathomable jellyfish-creatures drifted overhead. Spiky tentacles and eye stalks sprouted forth from Il’gynoth’s nest. This was it; this was all they had left to defend Ny’alotha?

It wouldn’t be enough.

“--Kai.” he called, head and shoulders hung wearily. “It’s… it’s over.”

A heavy sigh, as his eyes met hers. They said it all - defeat evident in them already. He shook his head.

“You and I have seen this time and time again. Ahn'qiraj, Northrend, the so-called ‘Hour of Twilight’...” he grumbled, throwing unenthused air-quotes. “We know how this is gonna end.”

Kai’eka met his gaze as the Twilights scattered into their formations. She knew what he was thinking before he even spoke the words. She felt the same dread wash over her, recognizing the moment for what it was. They’d witnessed the defeat of their Masters time and time again. Before, they’d managed to escape and regroup. This time, they wouldn’t get the chance. The only escape was death. Without a rune, there would be no coming back. 

For Kai’eka, though, death wasn’t something to be feared. It was even welcomed, to a point. After a lifetime of devotion to her Masters, and her most recent sacrifice in their name, what better way to end her long life than with one final and ultimate sacrifice? What kind of life was left for her after this final defeat? She and Brent had nothing to return to. Lips pressed into a thin line as she heard the distant sounds of battle as the Azerothian forces pushed through. 

“If this is the end, we go down fighting!” she declared!

His heart sank - a strange, jarring feeling in that moment. Of course she’d say that; Kai’eka was so committed to the Old Gods, and had been for literal decades! Her devotion was unfaltering! His, meanwhile, was anything but. Shaking her blades free of the blood that coated them, Kai’eka went to take her proper position in the defensive formation. Guilt washed over him as he watched her stride off proudly to meet her end. She’d already given so much to this damned cult…

The shadows swirled about Brent, as he teleported quickly behind Kai’eka. He grabbed her shoulder, tugging it to bring her around.

Then threw his arms around her in a tight hug.

Kai’eka’s eyes widened in surprise. It took her a moment to register what was happening. It was strange. Despite their close friendship, outward expressions of friendship between them didn’t happen… other than that one night together. Their relationship was usually expressed through short sentences and long comfortable silences. 

But again… this wasn’t a normal moment…

There was a loud clatter as her swords fell to the ground and her arms returned the embrace. She kept the hug surprisingly gentle, knowing first hand how fragile her partner could be. Her chin rested on his shoulder in the moment, letting out a sigh.

“Hey… Thanks for keeping me sane over the years.”

“Least I could do, for you keeping us all safe.”

The hug lasted more than a moment. A part of Brent didn’t want to let go. Didn’t want to lose the only other person he truly cared about so soon after losing Nepen’thea. Definitely not losing them both to the same idiotic cult. But there wasn’t nearly enough time to convince Kai’eka to shrug off the shadows and abandon the Twilight forces with him. Besides, it wouldn’t be right. He knew Kai’eka was a fierce warrior… dying in such violent combat for something she believed in was the best death she could ever ask for. He envied people with that sort of conviction.

When he finally broke the embrace, he looked up at Kai’eka as he stepped back. He tried to keep up a stalwart facade, but it was nearly impossible to do. His eyes misted, bottoms of them both pooling as he nodded to her.

This would be the last time he saw her. He wasn’t ready to say goodbye yet… but what choice did he have? Almost in defiance - and yet true to his normal style - he elected not to say anything else at all. A wordless nod said everything for him. He turned from Kai’eka, and tugged his blades free from their sheaths as he walked over to his position.

Even though he, himself, wasn’t ready to die for this cause, he wasn’t going to deny the invaders their chance to die for theirs.

Kai’eka remained where she was for a moment, her turn to watch him go. She’d seen Brent emotional before, but not like this. The fear and sadness he expressed hadn’t been something she’d expected. Was he afraid of death? It was hard to imagine so after all their dangerous missions. One would assume he’d be happy to join with Nepen’thea.

But there was no time to dwell on that. Her ear twitched, noting the sudden silence. N’Zoth must have pulled the intruders into a vision. It would only hold them back for so long. The Horde and Alliance both had spent enough time getting through the various ones they’d set up around Azeroth thanks to that meddling dragon…

Picking up her swords, she turned to leave. Whatever Brent’s disposition on these final moments were, she could only hope he’d make peace with it before the end.

[another-sonic-blog]

That Makes Us Two Chapter 1: Switched

Switched Bodies AU ShadAmy Boom!: 

Shadow and Amy hate each other, but if they want to get their bodies back, they must first embark on a mission together.

Can love repair the circumstances that were broken by hate?

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Life was completely normal for Amy Rose. As normal as it can get when you have to defeat evil every day.

Fighting robots, villains, mostly destroying Eggman's plan. Yes, everything was going as usual in Hedgehog Village.

"Can't we do something else?"

Amy sighed as she looked to her Meh Burger.

"What do you mean?" Tails asked as he took a bite of his burger. "Don't you guys ever wonder where the meat we eat comes from? I mean, we are animals after all-"

"I mean we just do the same thing over and over again! We wake up, fight some villains, come to Meh Burger, repeat" Amy interrupted Tails as she looked to her teammates.

"Well, Ames, that's what we do. We are heroes and Tails that's actually a pretty good question, where does the meat come-"

"So we are bound to do this forever?"

Amy looked at Sonic who was now concentrating on his burger, too focused to figure out the mysteries behind it.

Sticks took a sip of her juice as she looked at Amy and with a burp, she added, "That's what the government what's you to do."

"If you don't feel like being a hero, then why don't you take a vacation?", Knuckles said.

"Knuckles we know that you may not have the brightest mind, but you may just have made a breakthrough!"

"Um, thank you?"

Amy stood up from her seat with a victorious smile on her face.

"I'll take a vacation!"

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And so she desired, and so that became. Everyone on team Sonic agreed that Amy deserved a vacation away from all the fighting. Now, Amy was headed to do one of the things she liked the most...Archeology. According to her research, there was a cave on the outskirts of the city that may have important information about the 'Ancients'. The old civilization was well known for its technological advances. However, one day the entire civilization disappeared without any clues.

and this cave might just have the answers to that.

Amy was well prepared, lanterns, proper clothing, and equipment around her waist. It seemed like the lanterns weren't going to come in handy as the cave contained some purple markings that lighted the entire cave properly.

As she made her way through, she found a larger purple rock. It was the size of her hand and to her surprise, it was pretty light. She continued to appreciate the beauty of the gem and as she did, she noticed there was something engraved on it.

It was written in the Ancient language but she had a pretty good knowledge of it to know the meaning of the words.

"If in front of me war unfolds, I'll curse both until love is found."

Amy gave it a thought. Just what could this mean? She was deep in thought and she didn't notice someone approaching her.

"What in the name of Chaos are you doing here?!"

Amy was startled by the voice behind her. She dropped the purple gem, and it broke into five different pieces.

She turns around to find no other than Shadow the Hedgehog, Team Sonic's number one enemy standing right in front of her.

And he didn't look happy at all.

"YOU BROKE THE GEM, YOU IDIOT!", Shadow yelled at her and like hell was Amy was gonna let him have his way.

"YOU APPEAR OUT OF NOWHERE WITH YOUR GLOOMY FACE AND EXPECT ME NOT TO HAVE A REACTION?!" Amy yelled back at him, angry that Shadow had made her drop an important piece of her research.

"WELL, I EXPECT MY HOUSE TO BE FREE FROM PINK PESTS LIKE YOU!" Shadow walked closer to Amy and as the argument got more heated, they failed to realize that they were both stepping on the four remaining of the purple gem.

"YOUR HOUSE? WELL MR, I MUST SAY THAT YOU SENSE OF FASHION IS TOTALLY OUTDATED!"

"YOU LITTLE BRAT-"

Without knowing, the remaining of the purple gem began to glow at fast speed.

There was nothing the hedgehogs could do and the next second, they were both surrounded by the light coming from those four pieces of the purple gem.

It was just too bright...too blinding.

and then everything became black.

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It must be around night time because Amy couldn't find any light source coming from outside the cave. Good to know that at least Shadow didn't murder her. Her body felt heavier than ever.

Also, she felt cold.

Around her chest area and her legs. Wait, what?

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG!?"

Amy screamed on top of her lungs, expecting the worse. She was terrified but she was more scared at the fact that her voice didn't sound like the usual.

She looked at her hands, which were more bigger now. Bandages, a lot of bandages around her hands, covering her black fur. She touched her chest expecting something round and soft; only to find a firm, sculpted, more mainly one. White chest fur covering it.

And oh god those horrible, outdated fashion shoes.

Oh, Chaos.

"I AM AN EMO!"

As if the first scream wasn't good enough to wake him up, now the second one certainly did.

He moved his head to where the screaming was coming from.

Not believing his eyes, he rubbed his eyes one, again and again just to confirm what his eyes were telling him.

He looked at himself really quick, pink and pin everywhere.

Boots, clothing, fur...

"I am an oaf!"

"Hey, I heard that!"

Shadow stood up from the ground as he approached Amy.

"Who's the fault is it that we are on this mess?", Shadow said with a hiss.

"Do you think I like this? Look at me! I am you!" Amy looked at Shadow's body once more showing a disgusted look.

"AND I AM YOU!"

"AND WHO'S FAULT IF THAT!?", Amy got closer to Shadow ready to get into hand-to-hand combat.

"If you hadn't broken that gem, we wouldn't be on this mess!"

"Well if you hadn't scared me then we wouldn't-"

Amy stopped midtrack as she realized that the five remaining pieces of the Purple Gem were gone. "The broken pieces of the gem...they are gone!"

Shadow turned to his previous spot to confirm her words and she was right indeed.

"Breaking the Gem must have caused us to switch bodies...maybe if we put the gem back together, we can undo this!" Amy said as touched the ground, making sure that there were no fragments of the purple gem hidden under it.

"HEY, DON'T DO THAT! THOSE GLOVES WERE HANDMADE!"

Amy frowned and game Shadow a 'really?' look. The look had triggered Shadow, didn't she know that her face was annoying enough?

Wait, no that's his own face.

"Seems like we are going to be hanging out for a while now," Amy said sarcastically.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't mop the floor with you."

"One, you don't have a floor, you live in this cave. Second, you NEED ME to be able to get your body back. Want to mop the floor with me? Fine, at the end of the day it's your body who you are harming."

"You have no idea how much I despise you right now" Shadow had to admit that this moment was uncomfortable. He was threatend his ownself while looking all...small and cute. This body of hers, it felt weird enough.

"The feeling is mutual, Shadow"

Shadow sighed, defeated. "Fine, we find the missing broken pieces of the Purple Gem, put them back together and we get our bodies back...after that, I never want to see your face ever again."

"and we shall never see each other again," Amy repeated, confirming what Shadow had said. She pulled out her hand expecting Shadow to shake it on agreement.

He pulled out his hand, ready to shake Amy's hand but as soon as he held it; an electric shock ran through both of their bodies. The electric shock made both their bodies jump to opposite sides of the cave.

Just what in Chaos had happened?

Shadow looked at his hand. He noticed that the bandages that were covering Amy's clothes were now gone due to electric shock. Her golden rings seemed a bit scratched but her glove was completely gone. He noticed that the shock had made a weird engraving on her hand that for sure would heal into a scar.

If Shadow didn't know better, he would think that the scar had a moon shape.

"Hey, Amy...", Shadow said now in a more serious tone.

"Yeah, I see it too...the engraving on my hand looks like a circle," Amy said lost in thought. "Wait, how do you know my name?"

"It's probably meant to symbolize a sun, mine looks like a moon." Shadow ignored her question. Actually, there was a story on how he found out her name, but he didn't feel like telling her that embarrassing story just yet.

Amy got close to Shadow and looked at Shadow's hand.

"It looks like a banana," Amy added.

"What kind of bananas do you eat?"

"Anyway, doesn't it hurt? My body has always been delicate when it comes to injuries." Amy added.

"Of course not, I am the ultimate life form, this is nothing to me-"

Oh, but he was wrong. He wasn't the ultimate life form no more. His body now belonged to Amy and he was trapped inside of her. He wanted to scream, yell but his pride got the better of him. But he couldn't hold it for too long. Now he felt it...a lot and a lot of...pain.

"SON OF A-"

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Sonic couldn't go to sleep. After all, he hasn't heard anything from his girlfriend in three days and he was starting to get worried.

Did he say, girlfriend? He meant to say Amy, yes, Amy.

He wanted to give her her space but she promised to let him know if she was alright just so he could be at rest.

But she didn't do it.

Amy went for a vacation for a week on the last three days of her trip she hasn't communicated to him nor anyone on Team Sonic.

And so, Sonic decided to look for her.

He looked everywhere she could, the beach, museums, important historical places but nothing.

He checked everywhere but the cave he was about to go into.

"I am also  hungry, I've never felt this way! I am...I am starving, I need food!"

Sonic could swear that the voice he heard was Amy. But damn, since when did Amy speak like that?

He walked a bit more, letting the purple engravings of the cave light his path.

"I have dried meat on my bag"

Hold on a second...was that Shadow's voice?

"Oh Chaos no, I am vegetarian! Do you have any idea where does the meat you eat comes from?" Shadow said to Amy with a disgusting look. Before this could turn into a fight, Shadow and Amy looked towards the end of the cave just to see the blue blur standing right in front of them.

"Sonic!"

Amy was so glad to see him she wanted to run and hug him but knew it was impossible as long as she was in Shadow's body.

"Amy, what's going on? Why is Shadow here with you?", Sonic questioned as he gave Amy a nasty look. Sonic walked close to Shadow unaware that it was him due that Shadow had switched bodies with Amy.

Sonic placed a hand on top of Shadow's head, he looked into the pink fur, making sure there were no injuries.

"Touch me again and I'll bite your hand off," Shadow said and Sonic was taken back by this, still not believing his ears. "What did you say, Amy?"

"We are here because I am a creep and I just wanted to scared this pretty little girl hahaha!", Amy had now broken the tension between the two. She thought that being trapped inside Shadow's body would make it easy to impersonate him, but it seems like she needs more practice than that.

"Well, get lost Shadow! I am here to protect Amy! And if you don't like that, I am gonna have to fight you." Sonic said he put Shadow behind him.

"Oh no, please! Have mercy! Please take this beautiful hedgehog away before I pass on my gloominess into her!"

Shadow was having none of this crap. Amy was using his body to play jokes on him. Well jokes on her, two can play the same game.

"Actually, Sonic, there's something I've been wanting to tell you.", Shadow said with a teasing voice.

"What is it, Ames?"

"Sorry I never told you this but...I am in love with Shadow"

"WHAT?!"

"WHAT?"

Both Amy and Sonic yelled in unison. Shadow walked up to Amy who had a priceless expression. Even if Amy's face was his own, he had to admit that it was pretty comical.

"Yes, he is just so strong and way cooler than you!"

"Wait, not Sonic, it's not true, he, I am she is lying!", Amy tried to explain but Sonic had that look that Amy knew very well. He had heard enough and he wasn't going to listen to reason.

"I see...then, I'll leave you two alone."

And so, Sonic began to walk away. It took Amy everything to not stop him and tell him the truth. But knowing Sonic, she knew that he was going to take the wrong way. After all, you don't switch bodies every day.

After Sonic left, Amy turns to see Shadow smirking. Oh, how she wanted to wipe off that stupid smile but she stopped herself as she didn't want to leave a mark on her on the face.

"You will pay for this Shadow the Hedgehog!", Amy threatened him.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure to pay all of it...every single one of them," Shadow said sarcastically.

"You are such a jerk! I am sure you can't even stand yourself!"

"You are right I can't stand myself and neither do you and according to math...that makes us two."

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Next Chapter: https://another-sonic-blog.tumblr.com/post/186691087620/that-makes-us-two-chapter-2-duo

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Lean On - Day 1: Fever

First entry for #voltronwhumpweek, featuring  Princess Allura!

All of the fics will be pre-season 3 centric so everyone can enjoy them without spoilers.

Have fun reading!

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Lean On

[Fandom]:Voltron: Legendary Defender

[Rating]: Gen/ Gen

[Genre]: Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, Fever

[Word count]:  1.700

[Status]: completed

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Allura knew the signs and that was why she did everything in her power to ensure Coran would not spot any of them.

The flaking skin on her hands? Easily patched up with a cream and covered with a simple pair of gloves. The deep, dark-pink discoloration at the nape of her neck? Nothing easier to conceal than by choosing a high-collared dress or leaving her hair down.

The only symptoms that were much more difficult to hide or play off were the frequent dizzy spells and the traitorous shakiness of her limbs whenever she had to stand for some considerable amount of time. Never had she more bemoaned the fact that her station did not come with a seat as for the Paladins.

Despite the circumstances, Allura thought she had held out remarkably through the long battle they had just suffered, listening with a smile as her Paladins cheered and crowed in victory as Voltron disbanded and the Lions returned to their hangars.

“Good work, Paladins.” She was relieved that there was nothing in her voice besides pride at the spectacular teamwork they had displayed over the course of this long mission. It gave her hope. “Let us return to the Zekuns.”

“Whooo! You think they’ll throw us a party?”

“Lance… we’re saving the universe because it’s the right thing to do and not for some parades.”

“… Just a little party then?”

It was the usual chatter after a fight, filled with laughter and joking and small, friendly jabs. Although she usually would have voiced her agreement to the Black Paladin’s assessment, Allura could not spare the energy to engage in the discussion.

Instead, she turned to Coran.

“Coran, if you would please set a course for the Ri cluster.”

Her advisor, inputting the information and coordinates, turned to her with a slightly apologetic smile. Allura could already feel weariness creeping up on her before he had even said anything. But going by his expression, she could deduce that her plans to replenish her quintessence reserves were canceled.

“I’m sorry princess, but we might have to use a wormhole. Otherwise it would take us too long to deliver the plant before it wilts.”

Aforæ – a rare flower. The ultimate sign of goodwill and peace for the Zekuni people. The species had gone extinct on their home world many deca-phoebs ago and to form an alliance, the Zekunians had had requested nothing short of a miracle.

And so, a miracle was what they would to perform as Voltron.

One that had demanded they hop from one galaxy, from one cluster, from one system to the next in rapid succession.

Allura gulped, forcing her smile to remain as such.

“Of course, Coran.”

And she fed her quintessence into the teludav.

“Now it is sealed.”

Allura wanted to cry in relief.

Instead she drew her lips into a smile as she helped the priestess lower the beautiful plant into freshly dug over soil. Even in the dusk that had fallen over the richly decorated plaza with its garlands and hovering lampions, the vibrant white and blue of the petals could be seen with the soft, ethereal glow emanating from it.

Standing took a monumental effort. She was thankful for the balustrade of the slightly elevated platform she and the priestess were standing on. She could not say if without, she would have been able to remain upright.

Her eyes fell onto her friends, the little group standing out in the crowd of the pale-skinned, almost translucent habitants of this planet.

Their new allies.

She bowed to the priestess, taking a deep breath as the world began to tilt and swim dangerously.

A few more vargas. Then she could rest. Then she could drop the pretense.

As the night progressed, Allura could feel herself getting progressively worse.

Everything ached – her joints and bones, her neck, her head and hands especially.

Holding a simple glass filled with a drink the Zekunians were renowned for proved itself a challenge, her hands trembling hard enough that there was a high risk of her dropping the cup. But she had to persevere, if only for the sake of politeness and diplomacy.

She joined in on the laughter as one of the local lords recounted one humorous incident or other. She used the short distraction to her advantage, wiping at her brow discreetly so that no one would notice the sweat having gathered there in generous amounts.

She had to portray strength and reliability. If their new allies got wind of her ailment, she could not safely say what kind of light it would shed on the Paladins and on Voltron.

She would have to bear, if only so she could pretend that her father would be proud of her.

She was about to bring to glass to her lips when suddenly, someone cleared their throat behind her.

She turned around slowly and carefully, surprised to see her Blue Paladin standing there: smiling and with the regal demeanor that Coran had taught each and all of the humans.

Allura made an effort to take a deep breath through her nose as discreetly as possible. Whatever it was the young man had planned, Allura sure was not in the mood for it.

Still, her polite smile remained in place.

“What is it, Lance?”

“Sorry to interrupt but could I borrow our princess from you?” He said lightly at the people gathered before turning to Allura. She was not sure but there was something in the Paladin’s expression that was quite unusual. It was hard to place. “There are some guests from other districts that wanted to meet you.”

He held out his angled arm, a warm smile on his face that she had yet to be the recipient of. Usually, Lance preferred to approach her with little smirks and grins that often made Allura throw up her guards. She did not like his advances and had fast learned which expressions were the most telling for those.

But this one was new and as such bore some risks. Yet, the promise of getting away, even if just briefly from these people that were starting to look closer at her, was much too compelling.

With assurance she did not feel, she accepted the offer, putting her hand on his arm, turning back to the company.

“It has been a delight talking with you. I hope you’ll excuse me but I’ll have to take my leave.”

She did not wait for an answer and allowed Lance to direct her through the blurry mass of individuals. Her eyes burned, just as did her face and she wished for nothing more than to close them for just a tick, for a modicum of reprieve but she was too afraid that she might trip and fall.

She was surprised about how quiet Lance was being for a change, glancing up at his face she was somewhat shocked at his unusually serious expression.

She twitched when suddenly his blue eyes met hers.

“You could have said something, you know?”

Allura stared at him, almost tripping over her heavy feet. Lance adjusted his pace, giving her a few ticks to regain her balance before going on.

“What do you mean?” She wanted to pretend she did not understand the least bit what he was getting at, when all she wanted to ask was how he knew.

The smile quirking his lips was dry.

“We kind of figured it out, or Coran did anyway. The poor guy’s been frantic by the way.”

Allura had a hard time processing Lance being reproachful towards her but his eyes, blue and narrowed said it all.

“We all agreed that it’s time you got back to the Castle.”

Allura wasn’t sure when they had reached the entrance to the plaza but when she finally looked away from her Blue Paladin’s face, she could only blink in surprise as her advisor stood in the entrance of the tunnel leading out of the center of town and to where the Castle had been stationed.

She opened her mouth, closed it, opened it again only to come up blank as Coran moved closer, his expression tight but understanding.

“Thank you, lad, I’ll take it from here.”

Lance nodded, passing Allura’s hand over to Coran’s with an exaggerated flourish.

“Milady.” He said with a bow and a smirk, already taking steps back towards the throng of people.

He turned around one last time, hands cupping his mouth as he shouted back at them: “And tell the mice to make sure she stays!”

Allura watched as Coran gave a chuckle, waving back at Lance’s retreating form. All she could do was let it all play out as if in a dream. Maybe the fever had gotten the better of her and she was hallucinating.

An arm went around her shoulders and Allura felt herself being ushered into the tunnel by Coran, the crowd growing smaller until the entrance and darkness swallowed them completely.

The trip was silent, only the fall of their feet echoing around them in the lit tunnel.

Now that they were alone and that there was no one to be entertained by her, Allura could feel herself losing steam until their brisk pace slowed down to what felt like a tedious crawl but she was too fatigued to go any faster.

Even her breathing was more labored - loud and unpleasant to listen to.

Coran’s hand was pressing into her shoulder and she could feel his thumb stroking over it in calming circles even through the layers of clothes. It was grounding and pleasant.

“I find your dedication remarkable but please,” he implored as he had to finally gather her into his arms when she could barely remain standing “I... we need you. Please, do not disregard your own wellbeing. Not when it can be avoided. Not for something like this.”

Allura found it incredible how well he knew her, how he knew that he would not get a promise out of her that could potentially compromise their mission or battles.

Gingerly, she put her hand over where his core would be, smiling as she felt the fatigue overwhelm her.

“Thank you, Coran.”

In her father figure’s warm and strong embrace, she finally could let herself rest.

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[Part 4] Used // Jungkook x Reader (Mission!AU)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 (coming) |

Genre: Mission!AU, romance, action, fluff, (angst)

Word count: 6,7K

Summary: You find yourself unable to sleep one night and a peculiar sound makes you leave the comfort of your bed to go check it out, only to discover that someone is in your apartment. The events following have your emotions in turmoil and at the blink of an eye your life is switched upside down. You loose one thing, but gain another, will it be for the better or worse?

Warnings: Violence, weapons, dead bodies

A/N: Heeeeeey hehe... long time no see huh? Yeah.. I’m so sorry about that. I guess I’ve had a kinda writters block, but also super little time on my hands despite me having had all summer to update (honestly tho, its so hard finding time to write when you live at your relatives and someone constantly comes in your room #nopiecewhatsoever). But if anyones interested about what I’ve been doing I’ve started university! And its been a blast so far! Love my major and class and school!! Anyway, I think I’ve rewritten this part so many times cause I wasnt happy with it, so I really hope you guys like it. 

Tell me what you think!! (please talk to me)

“Jack, what are you doing in my bedroom?”

The figure before you had caught your gaze giving you a look similar to a lost puppy. His tensed up shoulders slumped and a hoarse breath left his parted lips. The corners of his almost quivering looking mouth slowly rose up into the faintest smile, one that didn’t even reach his eyes. He then let out another louder sigh closing his eyes, one that sounded much more relieved. His actions confused you. You stood there waiting in anticipation. Your nails had stopped boring into your frail shaky hands, but your heart only seemed to escalate. The weird and nonsensical situation before you was so unforeseen that despite it being Jack standing in the darkness of your apartment – in your bedroom you might add – your heart still palpitated as if he was a stranger.

Like you thought, you were not relieved or necessarily frightened. You were more in pure disbelief, your mind not being able to find logical reasons for this setting despite your efforts. It was like you were trying to find excuses for this being ok – and legal. Like you tried pushing Jungkook’s warnings away from you only to make them counter attack with double the force.

‘I don’t trust him’ his voice resounded in your head.

“I’m sorry,” Jack’s voice suddenly resounded through the quietness of the room and it caught you by surprise. He sounded hasty and worried making you catch his eyes. They also looked at you with fear. “You didn’t answer my calls and I got worried with everything that’s happened... I rushed here after it seemed like you hung up on my call – remembering that you hide a spare key in the plant outside your door… I-I had to see that you were ok. I walked in without a second thought, sorry.”

His words were a jumble of mess and stutters. What he told you was correct, you did hide a spare key in the broadleaf lady palm outside your door. It calmed you the slightest, knowing that he was telling the truth and Jack seemed to relax at your visible relief too. A part of you felt flustered from his caring side – that you somehow had seen a lot recently, but…

‘I don’t trust him’.

Jungkook’s words repeated themselves in your brain yet again and your expression went sour. Somehow the words alerted you in ways you didn’t want to admit, and a question had picked your interest.

“But… Jack, did you not hear us enter?”

His eyebrows slowly rose, almost looking unprepared for your sudden question. Of course he was, he couldn’t be prepared for anything you would say. The fact that Jack would know what was going at all right now was extremely odd, and you wanted to believe that your eyes were playing tricks on you when his gaze flickered with something unknown. Maybe the cause was the time of the day and your tired consciousness playing tricks on you. Or maybe it was not.

“No, I didn’t,” he answered truthfully.

Jungkook’s words reminded you yet again of the situation you were in. The room was dark. In fact, your whole apartment had been dark when you first entered. Again making weird assumptions pop up in your head. You struggled to fight with the emotions you had towards your friend and the logic of the situation. You were starting to doubt your ability of separate what was right and what was wrong.

“Ah! My baseball stuff,” Jack suddenly exclaimed when his eyes landed on the equipment lying to your right. You remembered the night when Jungkook and the others had come into your apartment then, and all the events that followed evidently leading you to exactly where you stood just now.

He strode over and picked up the mitt and the ball. You got distracted by how he started playing with the ball in the glove. You remembered it like yesterday when he brought you to your first baseball game after finding out you had never been to one. Your family was never the sports interested types. However, that day with Jack was a memorable one. Later that night he had taken you to a baseball court together with his baseball equipment teaching you some of the basics of throwing and hitting. You had almost hit him in the head with his bat that day – still something you both would laugh at today. His bat – the bat he had conveniently left behind and that was now missing from his equipment.

“Oh, I’ll go get your bat, it’s just in the other room,” you started casually. You were still standing at the entrance next to the door. But you halted quickly at a sudden arm blocking your way. Jack was leaning on the wall hindering you from moving. It was the kind of move that looked like those romantic dramas where the guy corners the girl. Only, for you, the gesture somehow felt threatening and your heart did not jump the same way your body did.

“Wh-wha-?”

“Y/N, your hair.”

Jack’s eyes illuminated from the light coming from the hallway staring at you in utter shock. Something about those familiar eyes made you shiver, like the warmth in them had simply frozen.

“I didn’t see it before now…” he said almost mesmerized, but again, you did not feel comfortable. “I’m so glad I know what you look like now…”

“Jack… you’re acting weird.”

You made a sound that meant to be a laugh but sounded more like a squeak. You felt as though he was taking note of something about you like he tried remembering every detail before you disappeared. It was unsettling. He was unsettling. You didn’t like it and every part of you felt the need to escape from those hooded scrutinizing eyes.

But just as if a switch had been turned on, his expression turned warm and a smile danced across his face. He quickly ruffled your hair trying to lighten the mood – you guessed. It was like the adrenaline from finding a person in your empty, dark apartment made you see things that weren’t real – all of it just tricks and hallucinations of your tired mind. And for a second you wanted to believe that was the truth, but Jack didn’t exactly make that belief stay long with you. Something was up and you weren’t quite sure if you should be on guard or not. You kind of wanted to call the guys that were just down the hall over, but Jack didn’t feel quite welcoming towards other guests right now.

Jack must have sensed your uneasiness cause in just a second he had enveloped you in his arms and complete blackness surrounded you both followed by a heart throbbing click of the door and turn of a lock. After the second it took you to understand what had just happened you pushed yourself away from the not-so-much-mutual embrace.

“Jack! What in the world are you doing?!” you exclaimed this time frantically trying to remove your body from his in a desperate but in vain attempt. He only held you tighter as if giving you one last good hug before suddenly letting go and placing his hands on your shoulder. The darkness made it hard for you to see his expression clearly, but something told you this wasn’t the usual Jack – if it was Jack at all. And the alarming knowledge of that only escalated your palpitations more.

“Y/N.”

Your eyes eventually adjusted to the dark room and you clearly saw that his face was no longer adorned with that usual calming smile of his, but a serious, cold, almost lifeless expression sending bone chilling shudders down your back.

“I would like you to give me your answer now.”

Time was slipping by fast and slow at the same time. The constant click from the clock on the wall with its beats like an extremely slow chronometer was starting to get on Jungkooks nerves. He couldn’t help his knee from jumping up and down double the speed of the clock while he sat and waited for his hyungs to enter the room. It had only been twenty minutes since you and the boys left the huge mansion to go get stuff at your apartment. You would probably be arriving soon and Jungkook couldn’t help but think of how you were going back to such a risky and dangerous place, despite it ultimately being your home. Jungkook knew you were with the guys, and he trusted them, it wasn’t that, he knew perfectly well that you were with safe company if anything were to happen. But it didn’t really matter whom you were with, cause the fact that he wasn’t the one with you was what made him anxious. After making up with you and finally catching up after all those agonizing years of not being in your company Jungkook felt the need to never leave you again – no matter how extreme that might sound. It was a bizarre and foreign feeling for him. He had always felt the need to protect you, but now, after maturing and gaining a better understanding of the world and its mysteries, beauties, and faults, the feeling only developed and grew into a stronger desire. Another part of him, however, felt like he had no right to be that possessive over you, he was only a childhood friend. He had only known you once a long time ago. He assumed he wasn’t anything dear to you anymore, plus you were grown up and well capable of taking care of yourself. And those facts were what made Jungkook stay back.

Suddenly the door swung open at a brutal force, distracting Jungkook from his thoughts as both individuals he had been waiting for entered.

“Do you have to open the door with such brute force every single time?” Namjoon said with a long sigh as he entered through the doorstep with an indifferent Yoongi before him.

“It makes it all the more dramatic,” Yoongi stated at his leader with the slightest hint of endearment.

“Then you’re paying for the damage repairs if it breaks.”

Namjoon circled his mahogany desk before taking a seat while Yoongi snorted at his remark.

“Yeah right. You’re not making me pay for something that you’ve already made breakable enough. How many times have we had to fix that handle because of you again? Yeah. I think you’ll be paying.”

Namjoon simply ignored his hyung’s very reasonable, but not relevant excuse.

“If you don’t wanna pay for it then don’t try and break it, to begin with.”

Yoongi rolled his eyes at that occupying the armrest across from Jungkook.

“Anyway, I looked up that guy you told me about before, and I actually found some quite interesting things you might wanna take a look at.”

Yoongi handed over the stack of papers he had entered with. Jungkook eagerly received them and didn’t hesitate to look at them as Yoongi’s words had picked his interest.

The first page looked like some sort of thorough CV containing a huge amount of information about the person in question. Jungkook didn’t even question where Yoongi might have found – or more like hacked his way into – such classified information. He already knew Yoongi well enough to know that he was a genius in his area of expertise. Finding such information would be dangerous, not to mention illegal, for anyone else but Yoongi. When it came to this guy he never left a trace behind him. Ever.

Jungkook quickly flipped through the following pages seeing as they were less important articles that he chose to ignore for now so he could go back to reading the front page.

Name: Jackson W. Petters Date of birth: 28.03.1994 Sex: Male Parents/Guardians: ---

The younger’s eyebrow quirked up at the blank space.

“How come the spot for parents/guardians is blank?”

“That’s one thing, but continue reading,” Yoongi rushed him furrowing his eyebrows pondering the knowledge of what was yet to come for the younger.

Jungkook’s eyes trailed over the next lines with information of schools, high schools and the university Jungkook knew you shared with Jack – or had shared as you now had quit. And it was after the long list of schools this boy had been to that Jungkook finally landed on yet another lengthy list only this time for addresses.

Yoongi knew Jungkook had found what he was anticipating when the youngers eyes turned wide with horror and confusion quickly looking up towards his hyung that now held a smirk so wicked one would almost take him for some predator.

“…Is this…?” Jungkook questioned just as stunned as he looked.

“Yes, it is,” Yoongi assured. Jungkook stared down at the familiar address that, even though he had never been to it himself, Yoongi and Jimin had, and they knew all too well what kind of morbid place it was and what kind of lies it held. Both Jimin and Yoongi had on this address on their list too, but compared to Jack, it was not their last, for they had moved on from that place years ago. They would never forget the day they got to live with the person they looked up to the most growing up – the person who had taken them in when all was lost, and the person who had promised them lies just like he did with Jungkook. But it was also the fateful day they met the other boys, whom they joined in running away from the grasp of the man that had taken everything away. This man, being no other but X himself.

Jungkook didn’t notice how he had started a cold sweat before his hands got clammy and he finally let go of the breath he had been unknowingly holding. Only one thought, or more specifically, person, went through his mind at the realization of all these bricks falling into place.

“And Y/N…?” he asked worriedly looking up at Yoongi only to turn to Namjoon, who had been listening diligently when he got no answer. “Do you think she’s been there?” His heart was leaping in his chest and a feeling of pure horror rushed through him – one he had felt from the beginning, but didn’t let himself indulge in before now.

“We doubt she even knows about it… But if she does, I don’t think she’s ever been there. X would never allow it.” Namjoon talked in such a collected voice that for a second Jungkook thought his friend might be crazy for being so calm when you’ve practically been hanging out with a lunatic! And Jungkook had every right to call him that knowing where he came from. He had, after all, witnessed what that place had done to Jimin and Yoongi. Had he only looked for you years ago he could have saved you from the likes of knowing such a man.

“Now before we do anything reckless-” Namjoon had hastened seeing how Jungkook’s face was contorting by the second. But the younger had no plans of listening to Namjoon as he was already halfway out the door sprinting, losing no time whatsoever so he could reach you before this alarming feeling engulfed him completely.

Thirty-five minutes exactly was how long Jungkook took to reach your gate. He wasted no time on his way there ignoring red lights and almost forgetting to lock his motorbike with all the adrenaline soaring through him. Fortunately for him, no police saw him, cause at the speed he was going and all the laws he broke a simple speed fine wouldn’t be the only thing he’d get – and he didn’t have time for such “causalities” either.

Jungkook ignored the elevator and took the stairs instead knowing that he would surely save some time on that. And despite the heavy breaths he was now heaving after when he reached your floor he didn’t give himself a single moment of rest before he knew you were in safety.

The door was open and he let himself in still sprinting but was abruptly stopped when Seokjin appeared before him sternly pointing at him with a gun. Jungkook stumbled back for a second completely taken off guard and Seokjin quickly lowered his weapon seeing whom it was. “Jungkook what the-!” The oldest couldn’t say another word before Jungkook had rushed to cover his mouth.

“Jin, where is she?” Jungkook demanded. Seokjin had noticed the younger’s use of his code name instead of his real name and immediately followed even though his confusion was evident.

“She- She’s in her room… Kookie, what’s wrong?”

Jungkook stepped further into the apartment seeing how both Taehyung and Hoseok were there, meaning, what he dreaded the most: you were alone. He cursed under his breath.

“Call the others immediately!”

“Y-your answer? Right n-now?” you stuttered at his close proximity. The unfamiliar flicker in his eyes made your hands shake. You didn’t understand it, but it was clear to you that this was weird. Something, although you didn’t know what, was gravely wrong. Your gut felt terrible.

“I really don’t think it’s a good time right now Jack…”

He quirked his eyebrow. “What’s wrong?” His hand then went up to your arm and stroked it in soothing motions – although you found nothing about his actions soothing. You wanted to remove his hand but found yourself stiff as a board.

You could hear commotions coming from other places in your apartment, some loud indistinct voices, and steps far away, reminding you again that you were not alone. They weren’t possible to decipher though. For all you knew they could be chatting away completely oblivious of you. Why would they think you would be in trouble anyhow? You didn’t exactly expect this yourself.

The fact that the people with you seemed oblivious to the situation unfolding just some rooms away frightened you though. Your conclusions from this situation were that Jack knew something, he was acting weird, and he was most likely not the person you thought he was. He wanted something from you. For some weird reason, you had the feeling that this was somehow connected to everything that had happened the past days. Why Jack would be involved in anything regarding your parents was weird though. They had never met after all. But what if Jack was related to the guy named X? Not possible… right?

You swore, if this was a joke, you’d make sure he’d regret it later – and a part of you was still hoping for that to be the case; a simple joke. Unfortunately for you, he kept his act intact through every agonizing second. And when that warped smile of the figure in front of you parted its lips to speak you prayed a prayer of defeat – wishing, hoping, longing that someone, something would hear it.

And just like that, as if your prayer had actually worked, in a second or less, not even enough for you to comprehend it, rapid steps approached outside of your bedroom and a sudden strong and abrupt knocking came from the locked door followed by hasty movements of the doorknob.

“Y/N are you there?!”

Your heart swelled at the all too familiar voice. Maybe you were hearing things, cause why was Jungkook there suddenly? But you couldn’t help but call his name back as you felt every part of you longing to be in his presence.

“Jungkook-!”

For that second you had forgotten the ominous presence beside you before your wrist was bitterly pulled in his direction. Jack wanted to say something, but you didn’t want to hear whatever it had to be. Now that Jungkook was there a new kind of determination rushed through you and you completely ignored the fear you had felt before that now reflected over on Jack with a hint of madness.

“Let go of me!”

From Jungkook’s point of view, he didn’t know what was happening, who you were with or why your door had been locked, but your latter words made his hesitance of knocking down your door without a second thought disperse into thin air. It didn’t budge by the first push, but by the second it nudged an inch giving him enough confidence for the final blow.

Astonishment overtook you at seeing your door come crashing down in less than a moment and you couldn’t help but gape at Jungkook emerging through the now broken door frame. The sight had taken Jack aback just as much as you, only, it wasn’t as visible on his face as it was on yours, however, you were able to lure your arm away from his grasp because of this. Jack didn’t reach after you. He simply stood there, brows furrowed at the aggravating change of events as he saw you run quite literally into the arms of the man who barged in.

Jungkook was as warm and comforting as ever. His usually strong grip felt a notch tighter this time though, and you reciprocated it just as strongly reassuring him that you most certainly felt the exact same longing and safeness of having him in your arms as he did you. And you both finally let out a simultaneous breath at the comforting touch of each other.

Once you let go of Jungkook you noticed how Seokjin, Taehyung and Hoseok also stood in the broken door frame. Seokjin pointing a gun with all of them carrying severe faces focusing on the scene from behind you… Save for Hoseok… Who for some reason carried an apologetic look in your direction. When your eyes met, you tried smiling in a reassuring way, but it might have either been too weak or come out as a grimace cause Hoseok quickly averted his eyes elsewhere, expression still the same, almost looking away ashamed – for reasons you didn’t know.

When you, seconds later, pushing Hoseok’s expression to the side, decided to turn around you had also quickly glanced over at the younger, more familiar one of the boys. He looked no less angry than you expected, and he didn’t look at you, but the delicate touch of his fingers suddenly grazing yours had you assured that he was still very aware of you, nonetheless sending a wave of tingles through your body. You clenched your hand once around his.

The sight, however, that met you when you faced Jack was the least expected. Five big muscular men all dressed in black suits with thin dark sunglasses had suddenly appeared behind him. They seemed almost identical in the way they held themselves with a poker face and eyes mysteriously roaming places you couldn’t see. The window behind them, just to the left of your bed, was open bringing a draft in. You put two and two together.

The following seconds were quiet.

You could feel Jungkook’s grip tightening around your hand as Jack smugly strode toward you more confident and laid back now, and that meticulous look in his eyes, that was first unknown to you, started to transform his face into an intriguing playful expression. When there was just an arms reach left between you he stopped, not even fazed by how daunting close Seokjin was to pulling the trigger of his handgun. He reached his fist out handing you what seemed like a folded paper.

“Follow the instructions written on this and meet me at the appointed address,” Jack nonchalantly said as a helicopter could be heard coming from the distance outside. “I honestly didn’t want it to happen this way, Y/N.” He gave you one of his well-known lopsided smirks almost looking innocent to the whole situation, but why did you know there was just so much more to it than that?

He wasted no longer time in your presence as he made his way to the window where the awfully loud noises were now the only sounds that could be heard. The repetitive flaps of the grand helicopter stood right above you now. A rope ladder was let down outside the frame of your window which Jack received, but just before exiting the window he turned around to face the men in suits.

“Do whatever you want with the guys, but leave the girl to me. I’m not done with her yet,” Jack shouted over the commotion smiling one last time, his eyes landing on yours.

You felt sick. Sick because you felt cheated. Like the friend you had had was all a big theatrical lie. Like all those times you had spent at your café, going to his baseball games, marathoning series and movies until the dawn of day, sharing feelings and bits and pieces of life… Had they all been lies? Had he actually lied to you for two years straight? What in the world happened? Who had he become? What changed him? What had you done for this to happen? After all those years of being alone and you had finally met someone you thought was different from the others.

“Jack!” you shouted at him anger pulling at your brows and clenched teeth. He had turned at that, surprised, but when you didn’t say anything else, not really knowing what to say anyway, only gritting your teeth further, he only apologetically smiled toward you. Maybe you were trying to convey some sort of feeling or question, just anything to get some kind of answer or reaction out of him. You honestly didn’t know how to feel. His gaze felt so honest like he maybe tried conveying somehow, someway, that this was all just an act, just a play, a prank, or a lie… But then again, you didn’t really know Jack as well as you thought you did.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, we’ll have time to catch up later.” And that was the last you saw of him before he disappeared out of your apartment and the penetrating sounds of the helicopter faded somewhere in the distance.

Several seconds passed; long enough for the flying vehicle to disappear completely. You had zoned out, cause when you left the quietness of your daze you were suddenly standing outside the door of your bedroom and Taehyung had stepped in front of you holding something round and pink with his thumb in between a round silver ring. The others seemed unaware to this.

The men in suits had removed their shades and all stood ready to lunge at you and the guys at the sign of any further movement. Some of them cracked their bones as if warming up for what was to come. You felt your blood go cold at the sudden realization of what Jack had said before: ‘Do whatever you want with the guys, but leave the girl to me.’

You swallowed not really sure how these skinny guys in front of you would possibly fight off five men twice their size, not to mention that they were one too many, and had they even brought any weapons? The fact that you had actually never seen these guys in action kind of worried you. How were you to know if they were as capable as they told you they were?

In a split second a series of events unfolded: three of the men came lunging toward you and the guys, no weapons in hand, but prepared, nonetheless, to pounce on them and use their fists in stead. The men behind them, however, brought out their rifles, and Seokjin screamed: “Take Y/N! Now!” At that Taehyung had popped the ring from the oval object and rolled it over the large floor of your room until the pink round object was suddenly being engulfed by a pink cloud of smoke that quickly spread itself to all corners of your room, in addition clouding all view.

“Pink. Typical Jin,” Taehyung muttered.

Jungkook, obeying what Seokjin had just told him, grabbed a tighter hold of your hand and started dragging you down the hallway leaving the others behind. A series of rapid gunshots were heard and you couldn’t help but look back worriedly.

“Jungkook-”

“Don’t worry, they know what they’re doing.”

You looked back at Jungkook who had his phone to his ear. He wasn’t looking at you, although his hand tightened around yours the slightest as you guys paced your way down the hall.

“Yoongi, we have a situation-”

A loud crash.

You and Jungkook entered the living room were shards of glass were spread all over the floor. Your grand windows had been shattered to pieces sending a gush of air from outside in, ruffling your hair, and presenting you a sight of more men in suits standing at the frames of your window, all of them armed. You went both silent at the sight as Yoongi answered through the speakers probably having heard the chaos that erupted: “Got it.”

“Behind the counter!” Jungkook shouted at you before he in one swift motion grabbed a handgun from his boots and started shooting at the men – his first shot hitting one of them down. They quickly shot back and soon you and Jungkook were caught in a battlefield of two – or one really, as you were not armed – against way too many.

The bar counter stood only two swift steps away from you two and by less than a second, both you and Jungkook were behind it. Your kitchen was slowly deteriorating by the gunshots, where the shuttering of glass and ceramic were regular sounds of things breaking and flying across the room. You couldn’t help but jump a little for every shot. Jungkook was next to you aiming at the men over the counter top from time to time. How he avoided their shots you did not know, but you could hear the few harrowing grunts of aims being hit by your friend, reassuring that at least Jungkook was narrowing his opponents down.

“They’re too many,” Jungkook said sliding down the counter wall next to you. “I don’t have enough bullets to keep this going for long.”

You bit your lip at that. “And Yoongi?”

“I don’t know how quick they’ll get here, but it won’t be short enough for me to uphold them until then… We need-”

Just then you felt a bruising pain inflicted to your arm and you were pulled up from the messy floor. Jungkook’s eyes widened in horror and yours did too when you realized the gunshots had stopped and a pair of strong arms held yours behind your back in a rather cruel position. The pain infiltrated on your joints made a yelp escape your mouth and Jungkook shot up from his position on the floor immediately aiming his gun in your direction.

“Don’t shoot!” the man behind you said as a shrill sound was heard from your side. Jungkook saw as the man removed a knife from his side pocket and slowly positioning it against your neck. You froze at the cold metallic touch to your skin trying to bend your head as far away from the sharp blade as you could. “Don’t shoot, or else this girl goes down with me!”

“Hey! This was not part of the plan!” one of the other men in the room suddenly shouted. “X told us to not to-”

“Shut up!” the dark voice behind you pierced through your ear. “I’ve had enough of X and his minions ordering us around! Don’t you guys realize what’s going on here?!” the man had started violently wafting his blade around, fortunately away from your throat. His comrades looked at him with horror.

“He doesn’t need us. X doesn’t freakin’ need us! You guys think you are special to him? We’ll I’ll tell you! He’s gonna throw us all away once he has what he needs! He’s only using us to get people like her!” The room went silent. Both you and Jungkook tried not showing any obvious shock to the information he was giving out, but you both gave each other a look that spoke more than words.

The blade was placed back at your neck making you gulp. “So I say we kill her!”

Jungkook could see the sinister look the man was giving you and it sickened him to the pit of his stomach. How had he let his guard down around you like this? He knew he couldn’t win this alone. If he killed the man the others would definitely shoot Jungkook. If he didn’t kill him you would risk being slit over the throat and he would still have to kill the man and then get shot himself. The others were probably still fighting the guys in your bedroom, and he couldn’t exactly call them over, he didn’t have time for that. If only the rest of his team would hurry up.

“Put down your gun or I kill her right now!” The man threatened seeing how Jungkook was still aiming at him. Jungkook knew he had no other choice if he wanted to save your life. But he was still hesitant. “Now!” the man continued. Jungkook prayed Yoongi would hurry his sorry ass over this instant.

Just then the familiar voice Jungkook had been waiting for resounded in his earpiece giving him the signal he had been waiting for and oh so needed. So he lifted his arms slowly, placing his gun down on the ground, never losing eye contact with you trying to convey that everything was ok.

“Jungkook…” you hardly whispered, a sole tear running down your cheek at the realization of Jungkook surrendering.

“Ha. Smart boy,” the man behind you said, smirk evident in your ears. The room was starting to smell like sweat and other liquids you’d rather not know what were.

A part of you lost hope at the moment Jungkook put down his gun. A little voice in your head had always doubted how long Jungkook would keep up his perfect hits and flawless luck in this battle of sorts. It was going a little too well since Jungkook barged in. But even though you were telling yourself this, Jungkook had this air about him. What did he know that you didn’t? He seemed too confident in contrast to the fear you had just moments ago seen in his eyes…

“Now!” Jungkook suddenly shouted.

At that, rapid shots were heard and a large amount of the men fell to the ground. The remaining men, confused and frightened at the sight, aimed their guns at unknown places, but to no use. One after the other they fell. Jungkook took this chance while the man behind you got diverted by the fallen bodies. In a second the blade to your throat went flying, slicing your chin in action and sliding over the counter tops creating another streak of broken objects. A swift punch landed on the man’s face. And you quickly followed, stabbing your heel in his foot. The man’s face contorted as he let out an excruciating scream while bending over from the pain. Jungkook then swiftly kicked the man in the face knocking him unconscious to the ground all while grabbing your wrist and protectively pulling you toward him. A second later he caught a gun in his hand and shot down one of the men coming toward you.

That was when you suddenly saw Jimin and Namjoon standing at the entrance of the room. Jimin gave you a wink, as he was the one to throw Jungkook the gun before he swiftly knocked out one of the blokes with some kind of graceful mid-air kick. His opponent was thrown unconscious to the ground with a grunt and Jimin simply combed through his hair with his fingers as if it was nothing.

“Are you ok? Are you hurt?”

Your attention was suddenly diverted back to the face just inches away from yours, his hand squeezing your waist a tad tighter.

“No, I’m ok,” you swallowed.

Somehow the close proximity made it hard for you to concentrate and your eyes roamed everywhere but to Jungkook’s face. You saw him carefully lift one of his hands to your face and you felt your heart rate speed up a bit. A sudden sharp pain came from your cheek making you wince before Jungkook flicked your forehead.

“Yah! What was that for?”

“Silly, you’re cheek is bleeding.”

“And so you flick me?”

He snickered but quickly turned silent simply staring into your eyes for a couple of seconds as his hand slowly stroked your injured cheek. His unwavering gaze was making you slightly self-conscious, but you weren’t able to look away yourself. The moment seemed to last forever and you let yourself bask in the secure moment while you could. A few seconds later a cough was heard and Jungkook retreated himself from you as the corners of his lips shyly lifted themselves.

“You were brave back there,” he said ruffling your hair before walking away.

The room had quieted down and you finally saw the mess of a place your apartment had become. It was hardly recognizable, to say the least. Your cream white couches were now crimson. Glass shards and other furniture pieces were scattered around. The place stunk and there was also the factum that a bunch of dead bodies laid around. You wondered if the neighbors had woken up from any of this…

Over at the broken windows, a somehow dull looking Yoongi came through them unnoticed by the nervous guy in front of him being one of the last men standing. He started shouting some blurred pleads to spare him, but Yoongi simply knocked him unconscious to the ground muttering a; “So noisy…”

“All clear,” Seokjin said coming out from one of the rooms as you also noticed Hoseok and Taehyung’s presence enter the room. Taehyung did some weird victorious dance with Hoseok joining him in a scream, but as soon as Hoseok’s eyes met yours his mood somehow dulled down.

Yoongi had found an empty spot on one of your dirtied couches while Seokjin and Namjoon were talking about something regarding an evacuation team for the dead bodies – you didn’t really want to know. Jungkook and Jimin were talking while Taehyung swiftly joined them dragging Hoseok along.

Your eyes were still on Hoseok. You had so many questions and hardly any answers. The events prior only made you more confused but also much more curious. You weren’t sure whether this lifestyle you now had been dragged into was anything you would first want to be part of, but as you saw it, you didn’t really have a choice. You were deeper involved than you were aware of, and this night only complicated everything more for you. The bottom line was, you wanted answers – you needed answers. And from the looks of it, there were few answers as of now.

How would you get the answers? Well.

“Train me.”

The room seemed to go quiet by the soft but demanding words you spoke. All eyes were directed toward you but you felt confident about your decision. When you got no answer, you spoke again.

“I said, I want you to train me. I want to fight with you. I’m not standing on the sidelines being selfishly protected anymore. If I’m the reason for this mess, I want to be the one to finish this mess.”

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