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myfeetkeepdancing · 4 years ago

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KoH!Tom x Male Reader Blurb

A/N: In the past few weeks I’ve been playing this game called Hades, and completely and utterly fell in love with Zagreus 😍 I mean... Look at him... I couldn’t help myself and envisioned Tom in such attire. And so this short blurb was born.

Forgive me! I can’t stop thinking about it! I’ll go back to regular content soon 😉

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Moist and warmth roll after you the moment you first set foot from underneath the shower. The colder air immediately nipping at your exposed skin. But nothing beats a refreshing warm shower to start the day. With a quick rinse of your towel, you slap around your waist and turn into your room. You open your wardrobe in search of underwear. It had to be there somewhere.

Rummaging through as you sense an odd tingle, a jolt shooting up along your spine. Something close to a shiver. But it wasn't the cold fresh air getting a grip on your naked body.

"Hmmm… That's a good look on you (Y/N)." A voice, somewhat deep and teasing, sounds behind you. Followed by a sinister chuckle. "I like it..."

"Holy-!" You jump scare, turning around on the balls of your heel, covering your mouth with one hand. Keeping you from blurting out any more. You blinked once, twice, and thrice. But your eyes didn't deceive you. "What the…?!" Your other hand caught the towel just in time. Taking a step backward, bumping into your wardrobe butt first. Almost letting the towel fall to the floor again.

A mischievous smile and eyes sparkling as you had never seen before stared directly into yours. It captivated you. The way he seated himself on the edge of your bed, with such calm and ease. Lounging like he owns the place. It's unnerving. "Yes…" He says, tilting his head to the side. "Yes… You should walk around like that more often." His smile broadened with contempt as he eyed your naked form, top to bottom.

"Wh-..." Your lips move, but no sounds come from your throat. It takes your mind a few seconds to comprehend what was happening and get yourself together. "How'd you get into my house?!" You ask, somewhat aggravated while shaking your head and trying to blink away the image before you. But to no avail. He was as real as they get. "Is this some kind of joke? Who the hell are you?"

"You don't recognize me?" He says, raising an eyebrow.

"No, of course I don't! If I would, I'd reacted differently!"

"That's fair." He nodded. "You know…" He grunted lightly. "I don't have much… time-..." Speaking with a slight interval in his sentence... "-...in this mortal realm of yours."

"Mortal… realm?" You reply, annoyed, eyeing the shirt from the corner of your eye. It lay crumpled together on the closet, within arm's length. "Speak up. You're freaking me the fuck out."

"(Y/N). I'm here with good intentions. Only took me some time, years actually-..." Raking his fingers absentmindedly through his hair. "-to find you." His smile was contagious. Something about it, the way he wanted your attention, it cooled your sudden anger. "You hid well (Y/N)."

"I didn't… I'm here. Always have been. Just... tell me what's going on. And… what are you wearing?" Eyeing the very much revealing attire he wore.

"I only need a little bit of your time." He pursed his lips into a small smile. "You can start by calling me Tom." The way he spoke his name had a certain ring to it. Like a tug at the back of your mind. A tingling running up your spine. A ring of familiarity. The way he looks at you, as if he's searching for a reaction. Your guts feel rearranged, entangled in something you haven't felt before. Your eyes are drawn to him. And the more you give your eyes the time to look. The more you want to. Something pulls you to him.

The man sitting in front of you was truly something. You had never seen anything quite like it before. He is broad, muscular, a physique you've only seen in the movies. The muscles were big and tempting to look at, the way they tensed and relaxed under his movement. The man himself wore not much more than you did. From his shoulder ran some sort of a robe—an unusual style of clothing. What you can see are two layers of cloth— both of stark contrast to one another yet satisfying to the eye: a deep dark crimson red and the other black, as dark as night. The black one covered most of his body. Its edges were ornated with a gray line and odd symbols. The second red layer sat atop the black one. Both running slanted from the shoulder downwards to the belt, covering half his chest and stomach. It ended up tucked underneath the belt, and the remaining of the cloth covered his waist and that which sat beneath. He wore no pants, nor shoes. He is just like you… scarcely dressed.

This clothing reminded you of the Greeks and their Gods. The robes hang loosely from his figure, thus showing a lot of his physique. This much skin, bare and about, was confronting at first. And you can't help but stare. It all fitted so well together. The lines, curves, and shapes all coalesce together perfectly. He's like one of those statues you see in a museum. He's stunning. Perfection. In every possible way. Sculpted like, through, and by the Gods themselves. His chest is big, with one pec in the open. Down that smooth and galant line of his robe showed the smooth ridges and valleys of muscles. It displayed much, and the man seemed to hold his physique with pride and confidence. As he slowly leaned to the other side, giving you more to look at what was hiding underneath. It's breathtaking to gaze upon.

You only notice as you try to peel your eyes off of him. The room itself seemed darker, intensifying the colors he somehow emitted. You don't understand any of it at all. But it draws your eye. And it keeps your attention. It's so random, and yet… satisfying to watch. Your eyes slide upwards to the source of light, past the exposed collarbones and strong neck leading to his head.

It illuminated the small space surrounding him. A hue of orange, yellow and red cast upon the wall, dancing like flames. There was no draft in the room. Yet small laurels, ember bright and glowing, detached from the wreath that wrapped around his hair. Once detached, it twirled up into the air and slowly burned out like a cinder from a fire—curling and twisting into itself before disappearing into thin air.

"Did something caught your eye?" He taunts with a seducing twist in his voice. "Is it my clothing?" Running his hand along the lining, down from his hip to his shoulder. The way he did was almost like a tease. As his hand ended up at his shoulder, he pulled the cloth back into position. It looked regal again. Almost official. Yet it felt like foreplay. You wanted to see more. It's as if he knew. "Or what's underneath?" He continued with a grin spreading across his face.

"I… don't know." You stammered, licking your lips nervously. Feeling your cheeks color with blushes. "I haven't… seen something… or someone… like this… before." Your heart raced inside your cavity. Blood pressure rising. "I'm pretty sure…"

"Take a good look." He leaned forward, allowing the cloth to slowly slide from his shoulder again. Giving you more to absentminded gaze at again. "You had something similar." Reaching underneath the layered fabric to scratch his chest, breaking your line of sight. In response, shooting your eyes back into his. "But I've always preferred this…" Eyeing your bare naked body again.

With two fingers, he dismissively gestures towards the shirt you were reaching for. But completely forgot once your eyes and mind were occupied elsewhere. "No need for that."

You jerk your head towards the shirt as it spontaneously bursts into raging flames. Consuming it at a rapid pace. You release a yelp, afraid the fire might catch something else. But within a blink or two, the shirt had burned up without affecting the rest. The ashes dwindling away from existence with a gust of sudden air out of nowhere. "Wh-...?"

"You look mighty fine as is." He said. "I suggest you don't open any drawers for... more clothing." He groans again, holding his midriff, trying to get himself together. "Now…" He continued with his dark seducing voice. "Did something come back to you? When you… looked."

"Holy shit… !" You curse loudly. "Y-Your… You're some kind of… God?"

"Something like that." He smirked. "But far from holy." Rising to his feet with his arms hanging beside him. He seemed to be on the short side, but now you finally got to see the whole picture. The real proportions and volume of his muscle now really began to show. His abs and chest. Veins running on his lower arms. "Think (Y/N)." He pressed on. Pulling you from your daydreaming again. "Can you remember anything?" He actually looked menacing. As he stood up, the belt around his waist came into view. Panic suddenly hits you as you notice various white stones with carved smiling skulls depicted on his belt.

"No-No-No!" You hold out one hand, trying to keep him at bay. While the other barely held the towel in place and your back pressed against the wardrobe. "I… I don't remember! Please!? I don't! Please?! J-Just… just leave me be!"

"(Y/N)..." The way your name rolled from his mouth. With such calm and coolness. The way he carried himself, step by step. Careful and slowly. "Nothings going to happen to you. On the contrary..." He said, stepping even closer to you. "I'm going to help you." His voice had a peaceful and reasonable tone. You automatically lower your arm as he comes in reach. Something withholds you from touching him.

"I… don't… W-With what...? With what... are you going to help?" You feel your hairs rise, the air stock in your throat. He was so close.

"You..." He hesitated for a moment. Clearly rethinking what he was about to say. "I need... you back…" His breathing got hampered. "And it's… Please… (Y/N)...Nnggh…" he groaned as he averted his eyes. His entire body shook for a moment before returning his gaze. "Listen…" Taking one final step forward. Making the whole conversation up close and personal. "My time here is… s-short… and I want you to show something." His eyes draw you in. You hang to each and every word that falls from his lips. So close, he's even more impressive to look at.

"I… I... don't understand..." You stammer, watching him with big eyes. "I've always been here… And… never knew you?" With every fleeting moment of silence, and your eyes captivated by his, you begin to feel caught between the wardrobe and him. If you could move, you maybe would. But somehow, you didn't. Only the tingling sensation on your thighs snapped you out of glaring at him. You look down, past your fingers holding the towel, and panic hits you again. The orange and red glow of sundering flame reflected in your eyes. Slowly consuming the towel. "What are you doing?!" Your eyes dart up and down from the towel to him. "Tom! Talk to me!"

"I'll... help you… remember." Before you manage to react, two fingers lift you by your chin. It's him. Even closer. Standing merely inches away from you. You meet his eyes up close, and for the first time are truly realizing the beautiful features of his face. It's gorgeous. The angles, the lines. The proportions, they match perfectly. Drowning in his eyes. They're deep and meaningful. And there's something in his eyes you have never seen before with anyone before.

Words fall short from your mouth as he moves closer. Ghosting dangerously close to your lips

"You'll soon... r-re...member what… once... w-was." He whispers, almost like a spell, it captures you. Tantalizing you. His breath fanning across your skin. "Fr...agments. Glimpses-s... of the… past." A reassuring smile was more than enough.

"C-Can't… you tell me?"

"It doesn't work that way…" He grunted. "You'll understand soon enough."

"I… I… Tom?"

"Close... your eyes..." He interjected. Slightly tilting his head to the side.

"And if I don't…"

The touch of his lips upon yours sets things in motion you had never experienced before. Your eyes closed as he said you should, and you follow in the motion. The soft, warm cushions of his lips dancing against yours. It's slow at first. With both his hands cupping your cheek. He has full control. He knows what he's doing.

The conversation must have taken only several minutes. But your body has cooled down quickly. And you only notice that once his lips are sealed with yours. Like the morning sun touching upon your skin. A fireplace coming to life again. A spark igniting what once was. This glowing sensation boiling from deep within you. A warmth is flowing through you. A jolt of life dashing through you. You feel alive. Better. Stronger.

It's unheard of.

"I… I… w-will… return…" He grunted against your lips. "And I… I'll… keep… d-d-doing… this…-" Until his lips part, resting his forehead against yours. The brush of his fingers, stroking along your cheek. "-Until… y-you… remember…”

Your eyes shoot wide open. A gasp of air sucked into your lungs brings you back once more. Your vision scans left and right throughout the room. The light hitting your eyes again. But the visage of the man was gone. One hand holding onto your member, no towel in sight. You pull back the other hand in surprise, hanging there mid-air before you, as if reaching out for something or someone. You swallow the lump in your throat as the images flashed through your mind again. But it's vague, distant, and ...new?

A laurel, bright in color and familiar to the ones you saw earlier, dwindled through the air in front of you. With two fingers, you grab it, afraid it might burn up like the one you saw. Between your fingers, it felt warm to the touch. The texture was gold-like. Smooth and shiny. Yet, it didn't disintegrate. A confirmation that what just happened was real. It filled you with more questions than answers. But above all, you felt alive. As so did your body. In your other hand, your member had stiffened at the thought of the man. Tom. A shuddering breath left yout shaking body. A strong, aching itch started to arise.

He better return.

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meenah-chan · 4 years ago

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Requested by: @zimelu-eloni-nova-lycan (hope you see this since I can't tag you ಥ‿ಥ)

My apologies in advance if Malleus is OOC. Other than wanting to play TW and doing a bit of research of him, I know nothing 😂 I never thought of taking requests coz I'm a slow writer but it was quite interesting so I did it anyways. (And took daaays to finish 😂)

To Thine Own Self Be True

An OM! Brothers x GN! Dark Fae MC (slight OM! X Twisted Wonderland crossover)

5.47k words

Genre: flangst

Trigger warnings: self harm, violence, self depreciation? (cringe jk) Read at your own discretion.

"You're an incomplete puzzle... I hope you find your missing pieces." And thus, they were sent to someplace they didn't know...

They... have always been alone. But Y/N is not lonely. They have Malleus, a powerful yet caring brother. They have their grandmother, that even as busy as she is, tries to show her love as much as possible.

They are the only one they need. As long as they have them, they needn't anything else. Or atleast they think so.

"As a part of royal family, you have to broaden your horizon." But they think otherwise.

Before Malleus' departure for Night Raven College, he left Y/N a word, "You're an incomplete puzzle, Y/N. I hope you find your missing pieces." and that was months ago, and they were still confused by it.

Incomplete puzzle... It doesn't feel like they are. They are content of what they have. They capable of doing most tasks perfectly. They fulfill their responsibilities impeccably. It's not like they can't live on their own either. Having no friends and acquaintances but they're two family members is also fine. They don't need any more. No one who could stand their presence anyways.

The intimidating dark energy far more destructive than a fae possessed, in which Y/N could never control. Those menacing, sharp green eyes. Their skin as pale as the dead corpse, and lips charred black. But most of all, those pair of disgustingly sharp, black horns that keeps on growing back no matter how hard they try to get rid of it.

Y/N is the epitome of fear. They knew it more than anyone. If they were to be reckoned that way, it is better to maintain distance from everyone.

But I should fulfill my duty, atleast. They thought, fortifying their resolve as they stood before the future King of Devildom and his butler. "Welcome to Devildom, Y/N Draconia."

"It's an honor to be of your acquaintance, Prince Diavolo." Placing a palm on their chest, Y/N bowed.

As per the two Kingdom's agreement, they were to live in a safe place different from a lavish lifestyle they have been used to inside their gold plated walls. And thus they were led by the Future king's shadow, Barbatos, to their new home. The House of Lamentation.

House of Lamentation. What a gloomy and dreadful place, befitting a sinister being like me. they scoff.

But the sight the dark fae witnessed within that walls was not within their expectations.

"Beel! Don't eat the my wallet! H–Hey, I said let go! My goldie'll snap! B–Belphie, help me!" A white-haired man is pulling a leather wallet from the teeth of a bulky orange-haired one.

"Smells chicken mushroom oil." While the orange head kept their teeth sunk into the wallet almost ripped into two. "It's just a drop, stop going crazy over it!"

"Belphie, wake up! You promised you'll help me with clearing dungeons today! The raid will start anytime now!!" A violet haired male violently shakes an asleep man in blue but the man is far from dazed at all.

"Hrmm... Five more minutes—" "We have no more time!! I can't play with a missing player!"

A feminine faced guy appeared right in front of them, instantly invading their comfort zone and kept locking eyes with them. "Ohh? Who is this with you Barbatos? Ahh, The one moving in! You're quite early, darling. Ignore those bunch in the back and play with me?"

"Behave, you fools!!" A booming voice reverberates and in an instant, the rowdy bunch is silenced. "Such a disgrace..."

Except for one, who didn't make any ruckus until that very moment.

A bucket came flitting up in the air and in the next second, all of its contents all poured on the man who controlled the ruckus a while ago.

"SAAAAATAN!!" It was an utter chaos. This place far from the gloomy place they have in their imagination. It is filled with rabid demons that could obliterate them were they to join forces, and now Y/N have to adjust in this new environment.

"I see it's not a great time to introduce myself." Said Y/N, yet the only one who probably heard them is the butler beside them. "If you'll excuse me, I would like to know where my room is."

"As you wish, your Excellency. Allow me to lead you the way." The butler responded to them. They left the common room, where the rowdy ones moments ago, were trying to suppress the supposedly-most decent of the seven, from destroying the mansion.

Y/N usually do not receive a normal greetings on the events they've been into or more like, forced to come by either their grandmother or by Malleus. It could be the fairies either— gives them space with no one dare shorten the distance; reluctantly greet them before leaving them as fast as they could or; flat out ignore them.

Yet so far, the experience I have today is by all odds, the most insulting way I have ever been greeted. Y/N clasps their trembling hands as they sat on the bed.

I wish this will end sooner. This will be a hell for me...

Almost everyday is a crazy, eventful day. Far different than their everyday life in the Valley of Thorns, their homeland. First impression doesn't really matter to Y/N, but for some reason, they couldn't stand them since day 1. Sure, they haven't done anymore distasteful things like the rude way of welcoming them. Still, the members of the family are crazily weird in their own ways. And they hate it.

Lucifer is the eldest of the brothers. The one who leads the brothers and manage everything in place.

"As your family have wished, you were to live differently than you have thus far. So I won't exempt you with the cooking and housework."

"As a part of Royal family, I expect great things from you. I won't tolerate screw ups."

"Remember to complete your tasks. I am assigned by Diavolo to take care of you, so I will check on your activities throughout your stay here." He is an ass. A bossy and dominating dictator who think he could order a royalty like them.

But one time, when they entered his study, they saw a scene they never thought they'll ever perceive.

*Tak* A fountain pen falling from his gripless hand.

He was splayed on his desk filled with tall stacks of paper, out cold. Y/N didn't know they would witness such vulnerable side of such condescending demon.

So they chose to put off their business for tomorrow, placing his coat over him and letting him rest.

But the event didn't occur only once. Atleast twice a week of exact time before midnight, he's always been unconscious on his desk. That's when Y/N realized: he is not strict and short tempered for no reason.

As the eldest, he took it to himself to be the father figure to the brothers, all while perfectly doing his job as Diavolo's right-hand man. He fulfills his job with perfection. But perfection doesn't come without hardwork nor sacrifices. For the sake of his great responsibility he sacrifice himself, working so hard until he drop on his desk.

With thoughts of him made Y/N ponder over something.

Does having a father feels like having a Lucifer in my life? Maybe it is, they never knew since they never remember their's. He isn't as bad as they thought he were if they think it that way. That is praiseworthy, as they think so themself and deserve some respect.

No more stern expressions whenever speaking to him. Being more compliant if his instruction is reasonable. Thanking him even for a simple thing he does for them.

Soon, they noticed he doesn't nitpick them either and praise them for every job well done. The dark fae may still be annoyed with him but that's not a bad outcome at all.

And then there's Mammon, the second eldest, who is supposed to assist the eldest.

"Ye're a royalty right? So ye're loaded. I'm in a pinch right now so let me borrow from you." He leans on their shoulder, with his smug grin.

"Don't listen to that fool. It's past 200 years and he still haven't paid his debts to me yet."

"Shut up, you otaku!"

Behind violet-haired appears the black haired demon. "MAMMON..."

"EEK— W–Wait!! Lucifer, this is not wha–ACK—!!" Mammon is a scum. A rude demon who could care less of his words and language. Trouble is where he is. Even so, in his tough exterior, Y/N took note of a soft side.

Y/N saw him one time, poking at the mopping otaku demon outside his room. "Yo Levi. What you doin' there?"

"Just let me be... I lose my raid last time because I couldn't play... Now I can't even bear looking at my PC... No one would want to play to a no-show gamer like me..."

"Hmm... Then, it can't be helped. C'mon, your big brother Mammon will play with you!"

"R–Really..?"

"Yeah, Yeah. Let's play to your heart's content" He pulled him up and push him inside his room.

Consoling a sad brother, lending a helping hand when they need it. He may not look like it, but Mammon is also taking good care of his brothers. All the emotional support Lucifer fails to give his brothers, Mammon provides.

So before Mammon entered the room, the dark fae decided to tap his shoulder, earning his attention. "You really love your brothers."

"W–Wha... Where does... who loves—"

"That's really admirable." They promptly reach out a bottle of a jet-black faerie dust only they could concoct. Mammon gingerly took it from them and scanned the inside. "That may help you settle some of your debts. Then..." After giving the bottle, they went on their way.

"AAAAHHHH!! THIS IS ULTRA RARE!" As expected to a man who could appraise goods.

They remember Malleus from his caring side, they couldn't help but smile and commend the yellow demon. I miss my brother...

Leviathan on the other hand, has a different case. He is the third-born of that household. A timid person... At first glance, atleast.

They just can't understand him. He spoke in language they couldn't wrap their head around like, "LOL! ROFLMAO!", "Tss, normie..."

It is tolerable, at least. What they can't tolerate is the fact that,

"UUWAAH!! MY RURI-CHAN LIMITED EDITION COBALT PIN AND FIGURINE IS HERE!!" He is, by far, the loudest. His sudden and unexpected outbursts kept on triggering every jumpy cells in their system.

Leviathan is too hyped he seemed to enter his own dimension. He skipped through the corridor, he sung a Ruri-whatever song that is, until, "Ahh—" he made a misstep in the stairs, a few steps away from them.

Y/N dashed and caught them barely in time, with firm hold between his shoulder blades and another to his package, which should be flying right now but was pressed secured to his chest.

"You should be more careful or you'll hurt yourself. Your treasured package almost fell." They sighed.

"... An angel has descended." He stared at them in awe. As he move his hand to the box, he touched their hand. That's when their position fianally sinks in to him. His face flared beet red and in a few seconds blew a fuse, passing out right on the spot.

"... What a troublesome demon..." With no other choice but to bring him themself, he carried the unconscious Leviathan up to their room. After opening the door, what welcomed them is a messy room.

No, not messy. The room is filled with items and materials of all sorts. Tons of CDs, figurines and posters on shelves and walls. Stuff toys and pillows of all shapes and sizes. Hanged intricate costumes and clothes, which in just a glance, they knew is made with effort. Even pins, threads and needle atop a... Sewing machine? Did he made all of this?

Y/N took another glance on the other side of the room. There he saw three monitors with various programs registered. A game, video editor and a Photoshop... I wonder what else can this man do?

Is this what they call a hobby? Such passion and dedication in pursuit of doing what he loves... An unfamiliar feeling for this dark fae.

They... can't really understand this man. Not at all... But I can now see him in another light, I guess...

The one who sought Y/N first were Beelzebub, the sixth-born. A bulky, tall demon who loves to eat. They were having a snack on the balcony when the older twin sniffs his way in. Such action that freaked the dark fae out internally, considering the sight they witnessed when they first moved in. The fact that they saw a few times 'accidentally' eating inedible things doesn't helped at all either.

"I followed the smell from the kitchen. Your cake smells delicious!" The drooling giant stood by them, and they couldn't take another sip from their tea.

"Hmm... Help yourself." Or you may help yourself with my flesh if I didn't satisfy your hunger.

"Really?!" He sat oposite to them and within minutes, all the plates on the table were wiped clean. "That was delicious!... Ahh that's right. Y/N, why aren't you eating with us during meals?"

"I'm used to eating by myself."

"But why? Eating with someone make the food taste better." Y/N doubt that'll be the case if that someone is him, who could definitely eat them if his appetite cries its needs.

Beelzebub touched his chin, thinking. "Hmm... How about I eat with you during snacks time? I'll bring food you'll definitely like!"

"Ah—" And they lost their timing. His eyes sparkles like stars and the pure happiness in his voice made it impossible for them to refuse. They wouldn't know what he could do were they to decline what he desire.

Since then he would appear without fail during Y/N's snack time, sharing both of their food with each other.

They tried to slowly end such dangerous activity yet, the enthusiasm in his eyes whenever he eat held them back. In the end, Y/N conceded, increasing their baked goods everyday to sate the needs of the ball of sunshine before them– who could bring warmth or burn them. As a response he will also eat it all like it's his first time eating their goods.

He is a man of few words yet, also quite easy to read, especially when eating the sweets they made themself. A straight forward person who means just as he say.

He would even sometimes bring his other twin, who will eat a few bites before snoozing.

"Beel really likes you, you know..." They glanced from their teacup to the youngest, seating beside them as the gobbling twin is busy with his food.

Belphegor stares in an ever-drowsy eyes. He is the man they least interacted with. How can they? Whenever they see him, he is always asleep. And it's not like Y/N is interested in communicating with him or anyone at all. "He even does his research for everything he brings you here. I don't know if you knew, but he really want to convince you to eat meals with everyone."

"...Ehh? Why? We're not even..." Y/N raised an eyebrow.

"Because he loves everything you make. He wants to talk to you ever since the first time you cook, but you're too antisocial to even eat with us."

"Says the demon who is always sleeping whenever I see him." Y/N snorts before taking a bite from the cupcake Beel brought. Hmm... this is good...

"...You, are you getting enough sleep?" Belphegor peers at their face.

"...None of your business."

"Whatever..." He frowns before burrying his face on his pillow.

What a keen observant. Y/N thought.

They've also been observing him since the first day. They share a lot of classes together and the dark fae knew, he is someone who rarely attend his classes, and whenever he does, he is always asleep. They also never saw him hold a book, much more read it. Yet, when they have exams, he finishes halfway the alloted time, almost the same time as them and sleeps after. The worst thing is that he could pass them easily.

He... is a dormant monstrosity. They conclude as they unlock the door to their room the day after. But before they do so, they noticed something.

Beside the door is an unfamiliar paper bag and inside... is a pillow, a bit caved it to the top center—similar to the one they use back to their home to be able to sleep well. It also comes with a note:

'The caneles and the stew is passable. You can throw away the pillow if you don't want it. Just know that it took me a great deal of effort to buy that.'

Really, what a frightening observant.

And there is Satan, the fourth-born, a pretty decent guy who craves for nothing but knowledge. If Y/N may say, he is the one they spend the most time with, though it's not that much.

"What are you reading?" Voicing not a word, they faced him the book cover.

"L’intelletto e Il Cuore... Hmm, that's a good choice." With at least 3 meters away from him, and few to no words exchange between them inside the library, it's not really that much.

He is a rational and intelligent man who respects personal space. Though, from time to time he would snicker eerily between the silence they have, holding either a cursed or homicide book. Creepy.

"What did you say...? The books you borrowed from me... Fell in the river? And it was washed away...?" And when he is angry, all his rationality is thrown out of the window.

"I–I will replace it I promise–" Pleads the peach-haired demon, kneeling before him.

"Replace, you say...? Didn't you know they were a Century membership gift to me from the Bibliomagicus Guild? Do you think that's replaceable...? Ha... Haha...HAHAHAHA!! THEN WHY DON'T YOU REPLACE THEM WITH YOUR WORTHLESS LIFE, HUH?!"

His wrath makes Y/N tremble, like all the bookshelves and books present in the library. Right, the books, the bookshelves. He'll destroy everything if this continues.

"Somnus Enim a Dum." So in a snap they cast a spell, amplified by their own dark pixie dust, and render him unconscious.

"Y/N!" That night he showed up in the library, frantically and still disheveled clothes and hair.

"Thank you. I don't know what would've happen if you're not there. And I also apologize you get to see that side of me." It's the first time they ever saw him smile without looking at the book. A smile similar to their brother.

"You're weird. You got so angry because of books that you'll ruin all the other irreplaceable books here."

"..."

"Don't mind it. I'd feel bad if the books are ruined."

"...Right." He chuckled, brushing his hair with his fingers and fixing his clothes to place. He then picked up the book he's reading, pulling the other sofa to sit beside them.

Now that's annoying. Nevertheless they let him. For they're a mere guest.

The fifth-born, Asmodeus, is not a problem back then. Having only a few occasional invitations for salon and parties, they could decline politely. But after the book incident, everything about his approach changes.

Since then, there was Asmodeus, everywhere!

In the classroom, in the library, in the music room, in the planetarium, in the balcony, in the bed, even the bathroom! He won't give them a break!

"Y/N~ I noticed you're always with Satan in the library. Are you getting along well? Beel too, you always bake and eat with him. That's so unfair! And you invite Belphie without me? Don't tell me you already like one of them?"

"If you'll choose one of us, shouldn't you choose me, the most beautiful demon of them all? I swear I can love you thousandfold than any of them, but... of course you can only be my second~~"

"What's with you and Lucifer? You always went to him every night. Is it a nightly endeavor? Hey~? Y/N, don't ignore me~!" He is a complete chatterbox. A motormouthed demon who don't know when to shut up.

But being with him comes with a few merits. Despite not looking like it, Asmodeus is a real gentleman. He maybe not as keen as Belphegor's capability to observe, but Asmodeus is an attentive and thoughtful demon. He does his everything to provide every small help he could give to them.

Whilst not needing help, it's much better than him being a clingy, dead weight. Y/N tries to look at the bright side.

"But this is tiring..." Y/N sighed, closing the book they are holding.

"Are you tired of reading? C'mon, let's go out and breathe fresh air!" I'm tired of you, you idiot.

"If you want to go out, you can go." The dark fae massaged their temple. It's been throbbing from time to time after that incident with Satan and Asmodeus bugged them.

"No! You've always been cooping yourself here or your room since coming here. You have to go out from time to time or you'll wither away!"

"You're so noisy Asmo. Y/N said they don't want to go." Asmodeus pout at Satan sitting beside Y/N, before pulling the dark fae out of the library and House of Lamentation.

"I'm telling you, I don't need this." Asmodeus holds 5 hangers of clothes, pondering which one fit them best.

"But~ It's such a waste for a beautiful person like you if you don't try dolling yourself up..." They stare at Asmodeus as if he just said the most ridiculous thing he could ever say.

"Don't tell me..." Asmodeus stared at them in disbelief, gasping dramatically like he always does,t "Y/N, YOU'RE GORGEOUS! DON'T EVER THINK YOU'RE NOT! YOU'RE A DROP DEAD BEAUTY AND—" They covered his lips before he could even shout louder in such a public place.

He then pulled their hands off after a few moments. "And look! A bit of blush suits you! And black lipstick—" Y/N let him dressed them up— in exchange of shutting up. He chose meticulously, accenting every parts that they consider an abomination. A dizzying position they were in.

But the real deal has yet to come. What's worse than being bothered by a bug? More bugs...

"Asmo, are you nuts! You're hogging them all to yourself!" Mammon barged in their room as Asmo is applying makeup to them who gave up on him for a while now.

"Y/N couldn't come to our snack time because of you." Beel and Belphegor followed close behind, clearly unamused of Asmo's action.

"I haven't even got a chance to introduce them to the wonders of anime and games!" So do is Leviathan.

"They prefer reading in the library more, right Y/N?" Satan rest his back on the door frame, crossed arms.

"Excuse me? If I may say, Satan, Beel and Belphie are the one who took their time more than I!"

"YOU—" And their greatest fear since living in Devildom occurs. All hell broke loose. An all out brawl of the short tempered demons before them with all the six brothers, a thread away from transforming and blasting everything they touch. No... That's not it. Without transforming, they're already smashing everything into pieces.

The dressers. The desk. The chairs and mirrors. Everything but the bed they are sitting on.

"WHAT'S HAPPENING HERE!" The last and the strongest of the brothers made his appearance, yelling in his most intimidating voice.

And they...finally snapped.

"Each and everyone of you... GET. OUT!!!" Such horror reflected on their eyes, with their whole being trembling uncontrollably. Tears poured down one after another. All of the emotions the brothers have never seen them make all spilled before them. As if a predator threatened to the end of their life.

On their hands...

were horns severed from their own head. The seven demons were so taken aback their bodies moved on their own to comply to Y/N's order... or more like, plead.

And the doors were completely closed.

They never left their ransacked room. They wouldn't open their doors to anything. No food, gifts nor even apologies. All but the brothers' words received a single response: "Malleus... I want my brother."

Hence the brothers and future king have no choice but to call him as soon as possible, or they will perish inside such place, alone like they've always been.

"Thank you for taking good care of my sibling. I hope you will continue so in the future."

"We also hoped we could. Yet considering the circumstances, I doubt they would want to stay here a second longer."

"Let—" but before Malleus could even finished his sentence, Y/N came flying down on him.

The distressed fae buried their face in their safe haven's chest. He then proceed carrying them in his arms, assuring them they are safe.

Lucifer led them to the music room, giving them privacy in their conversation.

"You've become so light, Y/N. And what happened to your horns?"

"...I wanna go home."

"Why? Do you hate this place?"

"I'm scared of them since the first day."

"That's understandable... But is that all?" Y/N stare at him in disbelief, while Malleus smiling softly at them.

"...Then what else... should I feel? I know I'm a monster... But that doesn't mean I could live with such monstrous demons! I'm just a monster with a weak heart!"

"Then you can blame it all on me. I'm the one who chose this place for you after all." All words were blown off Y/N's mind. The furrow between their eyebrows disappears as their face relaxes.

"Brother... But why?"

"I want you to realize your own self."

"..."

"Now answer me. You said you're scared of them, but do you hate them? Do you want to leave this place so badly? Is that really everything you've felt in this place?"

"Of course! I... I..." Y/N already knew the answer to his question, way before he even asked.

"They were annoying, noisy and self-centered bunch who does things as they pleased. They keep dragging me on their antics, I never had a peace of mind... I hated it, I despise it. I..." They bit their lips.

"I felt so frustrated! Why do they look so lively and happy despite being so unruly? They're always on each others neck yet they were having fun? Why?! And hobbies? How can they have such thing? I have nothing of sort! I just wake up day after day, desperately searching for something and fill this empty void inside me!"

"I fulfill my responsibilities without fail, on what cause? I have no purpose! Seeing that demons made me feel so miserable with my existence!"

They looked on their lap, holding back the tears on verge of falling. "What do they have that I don't? They're also the strongest, incredibly so that even I shook when they unleash their power! So why aren't they isolated like I am? How can they live a normal life unlike me?!"

"I think you already know the answer."

"...Because... They rely on each other. I never relied on anyone nor let anyone rely on me..." Malleus' smile widens when they hit the nail on the head.

"You're a strong person, Y/N. You won't even depend on us, not until today. You're capable of anything. You're just afraid of any more rejection, of being left behind." He paused and lift their face to meet his eyes, "Diavolo and others explained to me what happened. They said the incident frightened you. Yet knowing you, I doubt it is fear. Will you tell me why you blew off?"

"...I was overwhelmed. They were fighting over me. It never happened to me before so don't know what to feel. The attention was too much that I hated it. And I don't know how to respond to them..."

"So you brushed them off and isolated yourself." They nod weakly.

"And you snapped your horns to show them you're not who they think you are; to scare them off."

"Something like that..." Malleus smiled at them as he pet their head. "See? It's not bad being honest to yourself. Do you still want to leave, now that you let it all off your chest?"

Y/N shooked their head. "I want to stay."

"My Y/N is amazing... To surpass all the beings who estranged them. You're all grown up now." He held them in his arms, Y/N nuzzling onto his chest.

"Come on, they've been waiting for you for the longest time. You know what to do, right?"

"Yes." They left the room, Y/N clinging to him like never before. As childish as it seems, Malleus knew they grew a lot in just a few months of living in Devildom. It is indeed a great decision to choose the brothers to take care of them. They were no longer the incomplete puzzle he saw before he left for his studies.

"Y–Y/N..." Waiting in the common room are the seven brothers with Diavolo and Barbatos.

"W–We understand if you really want to l–leave." Mammon looked down as he clenched his fist.

"It was our fault." Leviathan followed.

"We've been insensitive, pressuring you despite knowing you're not accustomed interacting with a lot of people." Satan said with a serious frown.

"We even destroyed your belongings." Asmodeus glanced away, holding onto Satan's jacket.

"We'll make it up to you in any form."

"Y/N, sorry." Belphegor and Beel voiced respectively.

"It was due to my negligence you have to experience such incident. I also want to apologize." Lucifer held his palm to his chest for a slight bow.

"N–No!" Y/N strongly shook their head, "I should be the one to apologize! I'm so sorry!!" before bowing deeply.

"Y/N!? No, please raise your head—" Diavolo held Lucifer's shoulder to stop him like Malleus cued to let his sibling continue.

"It was all my fault! I've been a coward all this time. I was wrong for trying to push you all away when you don't mean harm. It was all my fault for venting all my frustrations to you. Please, if you would still allow it, I want to stay a bit longer."

"Y/N you are more than welcome here so please raise your head now. We don't deserve your apologies." Satan was the first one who walked towards them to raise their head.

"Y/N?!!" But as he did so, a crying Y/N appears in the brothers' view.

"This is the first time I will ever ask someone but," they sob and sniff, "will you guys be my friends?"

"Y–Yes, so please stop crying!" As conflicted as the brothers are, being asked such question that could hinder their future plans with them, they were forced to agree to their wish instantly.

Let's leave it for another day... The same phrase runs in the thoughts of the brothers, a very rare occurence to happen once in a millenium.

With Asmodeus' lead—he, Mammon, Leviathan, and Beel wrapped their arms around them to console the crying faerie. Lucifer, Satan and Belphegor stood a feet away from them, watching the five in the middle.

As things calms down, they decided to sit on the same dinner table for the very first time. Food were served by Barbatos, who prepares who knows when. He could actually have predicted such outcome for all they know.

The place were so warm, and lively. "This tastes wonderful." That's an understatement. The food have the richest taste than everything Y/N ate in their entire life. "You're right, Beel. Food were best eaten with someone." Beel have them a toothy grin. "I'm glad you get me."

After the meal, Y/N fell asleep on the spot. "Hehe, they're so carefree now." Belphegor played with their fringe. They didn't woke them up and instead carry them in a new room, letting them have the deep sleep they couldn't have for days.

"Congratulations, for being Y/N's first friends. I'll leave them in your care." Malleus bid his farewell to everyone, not bothering of waiting for Y/N to wake up. "I also hope this incident will be the last one."

"Yes, we won't let such thing happen again, and ensure a comfortable life for Y/N throughout their stay here." Diavolo answers in stead of everyone. The brothers are not in the shape to reply as they absorb Malleus' first sentence.

First friend. Such a bitter-sweet word. Whether the word stings them or not, it doesn't matter. It won't stop the brothers from trying to achieve the same goal as subtle as possible.

And so, a not-so-obvious scramble goes on.

This took longer than I expect 🤣😂 In all honesty, it was quite challenging, making a blatant All Brothers x MC. I also don't have a plot and flow until I actually wrote it sksksk dunno if that's a good or bad thing 😂🤣 and this was the longest one I wrote for the past half a year.

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galacticempiress · 5 years ago

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trespasser (4/?)

(from my other acc @gothcmss, the rest of the parts are there)

star wars x mcu x fem!reader

summary: tony and (y/n) try to rescue rey from the finalizer.

words count: 2.1k+

warnings: cussing, violence, overuse of commas.

You walked behind Tony towards what you assumed is someone you’re supposed to go to, judging the way he dressed. “You must be Lieutenant Natchios! You’re extremely la-” Hux turned to your direction to see the most wanted man in the universe. His eyes widen while Tony smiled at him and waved.

“Hey there!” Tony says, showing fake enthusiasm. Deep inside Tony, he was absolutely terrified. He doesn’t know if this guy he heard from earlier is a force-sensitive. He didn’t want to encounter Kylo again and wanted to get out of this hellhole as soon as possible.

“Saw this man while I was on my way here. Extremely witty even when I captured him.” (Y/N) gave Tony a fake glare to make sure the ginger bought the act.

“With that strange beard, I can already tell he’s going to be a problem.” Hux mutters, “Lead him to the interrogation room. A stormtrooper will lead you there and Kylo and I will deal with him later.” Hux says coldly before leaving. A stormtrooper walks in front of you and signals you to follow him.

“The general insulted my goatee! Did you hear that!?” Tony whispered and gasps dramatically.

“I heard it alright but guess what, Tony?” (Y/N) looks at him, making Tony turn his head to the side with curiosity, “We’re not gonna do anything about it just because someone insulted your goatee.” It was a silly reason to start a scene.

Tony scoffs and spoke, “Well, my goatee is a pretty big dea-” The stormtrooper turns around abruptly, making the duo come to an immediate stop.

“Shut it, rebel scu- ah!” The stormtrooper flew back and landed on the ground with a loud thump. The sound of sizzling was heard and the billionaire made a ‘hmph’ sound. He walked towards the dead stormtrooper and lead him to a janitor's closet.

“Keep guard (Y/N).” The woman nodded before he closed the door. While Tony was changing, (Y/N) looked at the environment around her. Squeaky black clean floors, a small black...trapezoid passing by at times, and hallways that seem to go on forever. This was not the environment that (Y/N) was used to but something felt right. Like she’s been here all this time.

“Is it clear out there, (Y/N)?” Tony whispers loud enough through the crack of the door, snapping out of her thoughts. It took a moment for (Y/N) to process what he just said.

Looking left and right, (Y/N) turned to the door. “Yes, it’s safe.” The door creaked open to reveal Tony as a stormtrooper. Surprisingly, the attire seemed to fit Tony.

“Now we just have to find Rey.”

After a few lefts and rights, they reached the cells. “The interrogation room has to be in this hallway.” The duo walked through the hallway silently, as each cell had some type of animalistic sound. It was so unsettling that Tony started to walk faster. Looking through each small window was a unique looking creature, some being droids. Until one particular room. (Y/N) stopped and squinted but it didn’t do any good.

Tony notices and stops walking, “C’mon (Y/N).” The playboy urged his partner to follow but she just continued staring. Someone was on a table - or chair - with two cuffs per arm. (Y/N) took a couple of strides and peered into the small window. A paleish brunette was on the table. Female, brunette, brown eyes, young...this must be her.

“Tony, is that Rey?” Tony lightly pushed (Y/N) to the side and looked into the window. Finally!

Kylo stared at the Darth Vader helmet with displeasure. He hated the outsiders with a passion. His plan would have worked out perfectly if they hadn’t come. “Supreme Leader, Lieutenant Natchios arrived-” And of course, Dopheld Mitaka walks in.

“You should have knocked, Lieutenant.” Kylo says dauntingly and slowly, enough for Mitaka to become awkward and wrap up the conversation.

“But she found the man you were looking for while she was on the way and now they’re both heading to the interrogation room...” Mitaka stops himself from speaking any further, worried about his leader’s next action. The raven-haired man stands and slowly turns around to face the Lieutenant.

“They’re here? Aboard the Finalizer?” He stands close enough to Mitaka, causing him to look down at his feet.

“Y-yes sir.” There was a moment of silence. Mitaka closed his eyes and expected for the worst. For a few moments, nothing happened.

“No need to alert the troopers. I’ll do this alone.”

“Rey...wake up!” The sound of a male voice was heard within Rey’s surroundings. Rey blinked a couple of times before opening her eyes. Everything was a blur until she squinted.

“Are you okay? We gotta move fast.” Tony and (Y/N) released the cuffs and lifted her up before they could make sure she could stand. The brunette woman stared at the (H/C) woman in confusion.

“Wait, aren’t you a Lieutenant?”

Before (Y/N) could respond, Tony interrupts. “She’s in disguise and we gotta go now!” Rey grabs her lightsaber that was on the far side of the room and follows Tony to the door. (Y/N) runs along with them but a sudden feeling stopped her. She didn’t know what. Whatever this feeling was, it wasn’t good. Something was beyond the door. Fear started to rush into (Y/N)’s head. She put her hand in her pocket and held the object that Poe gave her and clicked it. An impulsive decision.

“Stop.” With one word, the Jedi and the billionaire turned around in confusion.

“What?”

“W-We can’t go through there. Someone is there.” (Y/N) stutters. An image of a man in a dark cloak and mask was shown in (Y/N)’s head. Whoever that was, he was at the end of the hallway. How can I see this?! (Y/N) thought.

“Wha...H-How do you know that?!” Tony laughs in disbelief and slight annoyance from how little progress has been made. (Y/N) on the other hand, she was distraught and scared.

“I just...know?” The (H/C) haired woman also sighs stressfully, not knowing how to describe it. Rey’s face contorts from confusion to shock. She knew exactly what she was talking about.

Before Rey could speak, the door hissed open. There stood the ginger from a few moments ago and a man with all black, just like the one (Y/N) envisioned. “Outsider.” (Y/N) felt a sudden pressure around her neck and choked. Kylo dragged her into his grasp as he raises his arm against her head. Rey and Tony advanced toward Kylo, resulting in Kylo making them stand in place. “(Y/N) (L/N)...” Kylo says but nothing else is said after. A few seconds later, his face contorts into anger. “You...are very...hard to read.” A look of realization appeared upon his face. “Stronger than I had predicted.”

A beam of light struck upon the group, causing everyone to fly back. As the beam of light disappeared, the figure was revealed. “Metal man, (Y/N), You. We’re heading back to Earth now.” The group runs towards Thor as he opens up the Bifrost.

“No!” Kylo runs into the Bifrost as the group went up into the rainbow road. Tony looks down at the long-haired man and blasts him but missed. Kylo held his hand out towards him but nothing happens. He does it again and again but still, nothing happened. “WHAT!?” Kylo roars as he looks at his hand with confusion and anger. In the moment of vulnerability, (Y/N) immediately takes out her pistol and shot at him.

The Supreme Leader flew his hand towards his shoulder, groaning at the slight pain. He quickly looks back up and proceeds to go up faster. “Blast him, Tony!” Tony did as he was told until a big white flash of light flashed everyone’s eyes.

They landed in front of the Avengers base. “Wow, that was a fun...ride...” Rey trails off as she looks at the atmosphere around here. Green. A lot of Green. “So vibrant...”

As Tony guides Rey to base, (Y/N) strides to the God of Thunder. “Did he follow us, Thor?” (Y/N) whispers to Thor. Thor doesn’t answer and if Thor had to be completely honest about Ren, he didn’t know. The dirty-blonde haired man was reluctant to answer as he opened his mouth but only sighs, as it only brought more concern to (Y/N).

“Lady (Y/N), we will deal with the strange man later. We have the foreigner to deal with for now.” Thor smiles reassuringly trying to make the former assassin feel better. It didn’t help but she smiled back anyways.

“And where’s the rest of the crew?”

“They are inside. They have the gauntlet.” A wave of relief swept over (Y/N). As (Y/N) follows Thor inside, she couldn’t help but notice that the strange feeling she had had before was gone. Like it had never existed.

Kylo gasps and quickly gets up and felt the cold air around his head. His mask was gone. “Shit.” He pats himself down until he felt his saber by his side and calmed down. Exhausted, he closed his eyes and put his arms by his side. Until a loud honk intruded his ears. Lifting his back up once again (as quickly as he could), his eyes landed on a landspeeder with wheels on them with very bright beams way too close to him. The landspeeder was also bright yellow with a big bold “T” on it and some type of arch on top with a...hologram on it?

“Get off the fucking road!” The man honked at Kylo as Kylo quickly ran to what he assumed was the safe side of the so-called “road”. As the Dark Jedi caught his breath, his eyes looked up. Where was he? Hundreds of lights reflected off of Kylo’s eyes. Are these holograms...? No, this is something different. The lights were on top some of the tallest buildings but not as tall as the buildings Kylo has seen. Kylo’s confused amazement was interrupted when a random person had bumped into him without even saying a word. Do they know who they just bumped into?

“Hey!” Kylo yelled and looked behind him, his hand darting to his weapon. His eyes widen in shock. Millions of civilians were walking around him, staring at his abnormal outfit for a second but then kept looking straight forward. Kylo completely forgot what the person looked like and just stood there. This is not my home world...What the hell was I doing before thi- His eyes darted at a hologram. In the biggest font, it said Home of the Avengers! Earth’s Mightiest Heroes! and below it were the people Kylo was looking for. “Tony Stark.” Kylo muttered venomously at the hologram.

“I know right? What an amazing guy!” A man stood next to Kylo, startling him. The man’s eyes were full of glee and hope as the hologram shone against his face yet his eyes weren’t facing the hologram. It was safe to assume that he was blind. His smile was the widest smile Kylo had seen in awhile. It was clear to the Supreme Leader that he wasn’t home. He looked below to see children and adults dressed as the beloved heroes. Where he was from, it was not safe to show if you were with the Resistance or First Order. From what he had seen, his enemies were the heroes of the world.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t get to introduce myself. Matthew Murdock.” Matthew put his hand out to shake Kylo’s but Kylo had just stared at it. Was this a greeting? The vibe went from welcoming to awkward in just a couple of seconds. The brunette man put his hand in his pocket awkwardly.

“Kylo Ren.” Kylo spoke in a monotone voice. To Matthew, he could sense something unsettling about who he just met. Kylo suddenly grew angry towards his newly found acquaintance. He was supporting the wrong hero in battle. He grabbed Matthew by the collar. “Tell me what planet this is or I will execute you by my saber, Rebel scum.” He spat against his face.

Matthew, completely immune to Kylo’s attempt to be intimidating (due to the countless times Kingpin has done that), stayed calm but was also bewildered. “You’re on Earth and wherever you came from, you have no reason to be here.”

“No reason?” Kylo laughs a bit before becoming serious again, “It’s none of your business. ” He drops the blind man, making him fall to the ground. Kylo walks to the nearest alley and ignites his lightsaber, making sure it’s in perfect condition. As for The Force, Kylo couldn’t understand why it suddenly went away. Putting his saber away, he continued his quest to find The Avengers and crush them. Kylo smirked as he knew the so-called Avengers wouldn’t even see him coming.

But Matt Murdock had other plans.

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peqachy · 4 years ago

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Among Us Writing Anyone??

It’s been three days since we left MIRA HQ, each of the crew doing their part to repair any damages to the ship, or, as it’s officially called by White, The SKLED. To be frank, the ship is rather small, mainly consisting of eight different areas that anyone can travel through with ease, the maximum time it takes to get from navigation to reactor is about three minutes when walking and the tasks on the ship are mostly basic material that I was already briefed on by Cyan (otherwise known as Mother). Which leaves one question stirring in my head, How do I medbay scan again? Peering around in a lost manner, I try to spot my partner Black (otherwise know as X). Why is it that he always disappears when I need him mo-oh! Out of the corner of my eye, I briefly catch the sight of the security camera’s light flashing red. He must be in security! Trotting down the hall towards upper engine, I spot Blue walking around by himself. Wasn’t he with Mother earlier? I thought with confusion, but quickly brush it off. She must have left to do a task. I conclude as I continue to trot towards security.

“Ah, Red, where are you going?” Blue asks suddenly, catching me by my elbow as I walk past him.

“I’m on my way to security to ask Black how to do the medbay scan!” I chirp back in response, noticing how he bites his nude-pink lower lip, “Is something wrong Blue?”

He blinks at my question, “Ah, no, everything is fine! How about I help you with medbay instead since I’m heading there myself.”

“Oh, you are? That sounds great, thank you for helping me Blue!” I cheer, following him like a lost puppy.

“My name is Ein, in case you were wondering,” he says shyly, a light shade of red dusting his redwood colored cheeks.

“Pleasure to meet you Ein, I’m Luca,” I reply happily, observing how his pale olive green eyes dart from my gaze to the floor.

“The pleasure is all mine...” he mumbles quietly, only loud enough for me to hear.

As we enter medbay, we run into Pink and Orange (they’re the resident couple on the ship), “Ah, Pink, Orange, you’re just in time. Red here needs help with her med scan!”

“She does? Alrighty! Come with me dear and I’ll show you the ropes!” Pink says, clapping her hands together in a friendly manner, “Lucky for you, I was just about to do a med scan myself!”

Following Pink into medbay, I glance over my shoulder at Orange and Blue. They seemed to be caught up in a conversation, standing off to the right of the doorway. Odd, doesn’t Blue have a medbay task as well? My brows furrow in confusion, once again feeling perplexed with Blue’s strange behavior as a chill runs up my spine. No, you’re imagining things Luca, he isn’t suspicious.

Oh, right, probably forgot to mention this huh? As of yesterday, at 11:00 pm, all of the crew was notified of two impostors hiding aboard The SKLED in plain sight. Since then, everyone has been staying in pairs to avoid being alone. Although, in my opinion, it’s a pretty dumb idea seeing as the impostors can easily kill their partner and then come up with an excuse as to why they weren’t with them.

“You’re new to the MIRA ship crew aren’t you, Red?” Pink asks after some shuffling, bringing my attention from the doorway to her.

Instantly, my pale olive cheeks are lit a flame by the sight of her half-naked form, “W---wh--what are you doing?!”

My screech of distress causes her to laugh, a smile causing her dark chocolate colored cheeks to tighten, “Calm down, love, this is mandatory if you want to get an accurate reading on the med scan.”

“It is?”

“Yep! Dressing down to the bare minimum helps the machine get a better scan, which means approval from Home.” she replies to my question expertly, pointing to a little green button next to a lighter green screen, “This button starts up the scanner. For right now, you and I can press the button for each other, but you won’t always have a partner who can help you with this. Luckily, there is a ten second timer on the scanner that allows you to get on it before it begins to scan, but that may take a few attempts before you get the hang of it.”

“Wow, that’s such a helpful tip Pink!” I chirp with a grin, pressing the button for her as she stands tall on the scanner.

After Pink’s scan, something terrifying happens. At first, I thought it was just a message from X, wondering where we should regroup, but when I looked at my tablet my blood ran cold. A---a body has been reported?! Horror fixes itself on both our faces, Pink’s milky sky blue eyes stare into mine with shock before she hurriedly puts her uniform back on.

“Pink...” my voice cracks with fear, my body trembling as my stomach sinks.

“I know, I know, com’ on, we’ve got a meeting to attend,” she speaks with hooded eyes, her jaw tense as she fixes her clothes.

From the look in her eyes I can tell something is up, but I am too afraid to speak up about it. Just keep to yourself for right now...there’s no reason to be hasty. I think as I quietly follow Pink to the cafeteria, my eyes scanning the brightly lit hallway for anything of suspicion. To my relief, there’s nothing suspicious to speak of. I hope X is okay... I thought, my hands feeling clammy and my face being drained of all it’s color. Oh god, please don’t let him be dead! Looking at the table, I notice Pink and I are the last ones to arrive at the table for discussion. Spotting X on the other side of the discussion table I wave goodbye to Pink before trotting over to my partner, the two of us sharing a hug of relief seeing as we’re both still alive.

“Alright, seeing as we are all present, Black, tell us what you found,” White says coolly, remaining calm in a terrifying situation.

“First, I would like to know where everyone was before I say where the body was found, “ X responds, just as calmly as White.

How are they so calm? It’s almost unnerving. Swallowing thickly, I decide to speak up at least once, “Blue, Orange, Pink, and I were at med bay, Pink was helping me figure out the scanner...”

“Blue, Orange, Pink, can you confirm this information?” Yellow asks, most likely trying to see if my alibi is accurate.

“Yes, this is true, although I’m not sure why Red and Blue were together in the first place. You did split us up into specific pairs for easier management remember?” Orange speaks with narrowed brown eyes towards Ein, obviously suspicious of him.

“I was on my way to find Black in security when I bumped into Blue walking up from reactor. He asked where I was going, so I told him and then he offered to help me,” I answer simply, feeling a need to defend myself even though I wasn’t accused.

“Alright, Red is cleared. Blue, what’s your story?” White nods approvingly, the sigh of relief X lets out not going unnoticed by the rest of us.

As Ein explains himself, I glance at X from the corner of my eye. Stress is apparent on his features, beads of sweat rolling down his pale skin like a spray of bullets. Slipping my hand to the side to have it rest on his, I give it a gentle squeeze of assurance. His partner was just semi-accused, makes sense for him to be nervous now. I thought, my expression contorting into a look of pity. He looks back at me, a small nervous smile on his lips as his hand turns over to squeeze mine back.

“....and that’s how I met up with Red.” Ein finishes, still looking cool and collected whilst explaining himself.

I can’t tell if he’s lying or not. I think nervously, his alibi sounding solid from what I paid attention to. But there has to be pieces that don’t fit together!

“That’s a good alibi, Blue, or at least it would be if I couldn’t prove your story wrong,” Lime says sternly, pointing to Ein with an accusing finger, “While Cyan did have trouble with her card, you stood there and waited for her! After that, Cyan said her last task was aliening the engines while you said your last task was inspecting a sample in med bay! If you’re a true crew-mate, why would you lie about where you were before Cyan was murdered!?”

“How do you know we left together? You weren’t in admin with us, “ the retort was swift and sharp, a glare fixed on Ein’s face as he defends himself sharply.

“You’re right, when you two left together, I wasn’t in side of admin, but I was emptying the trash shoot whenever I heard Cyan cry out in frustration about the card reader! Not only that, but when I was fixing wires in storage, I heard Cyan say she needed to swing by the engines to realign them! You have no excuse for not being by her side when you bumped into Red!” Lime nearly shouts, appalled by Ein’s assumption.

“Lime calm yourself, Cyan’s murderer will be brought to justice, “ Brown jumps in, quick to defuse the rage in Lime’s hazel eyes before he can get out of hand.

“Right, sorry, guess I got too worked up,” Lime apologizes with a weary glance over in Ein’s direction, a nasty glare replacing it when he spots Ein’s smirking lips.

“Blue, “ White speaks up over the growing tension, earning everyone’s attentions just as easily as a captain would, “ The evidence we’ve been given is strongly against you, if you cannot get a solid, trust worthy alibi in the next three minutes then we’ll have no choice but to eject you.”

“But Black hasn’t even said where the body was! How are you certain it was me?!” Ein roars back with defiance, a scowl directed towards the silver haired male whom has lead us all up to this point with narrowed blue-green eyes as rugged as raw jasper, “Fine, you want the truth? I’ll tell you the truth! I left Cyan to start up the reactor! The last time I saw Cyan alive and well was when she was talking to Black!”

“Don’t try and blame your murder on me Blue. You’re the last person I saw with her while I was on cameras. Shortly after I saw you two together, Cyan turned up dead in the lower engine room! That’s not just a coincidence! You killed your partner in cold blood and tried to cover your absence by pairing up with someone who was partner-less at the time!” X’s argument was too valid to be over looked, and oddly specific too.

“You’re lying! You’re the one who killed her!!” Ein’s retort is desperate, realization setting in whenever our tablets begin to ding for a vote.

“I could be, “ X pauses to cast his vote against Ein, “But you could be lying too. This situation is more of who do I trust more right now, Blue or Black.”

If X is telling the truth, and Ein truly is the impostor then... Timidly I press the icon for Ein, hitting the green check mark that appears to cast my vote. In a flash the votes are tallied, majority voting for Ein while the rest, such as Pink and Green who vote for X. After the vote were tallied, White and Orange grab a hold of Ein, dragging him to the airlock without hesitation. The entire way there, Ein struggles, shouting and yelling to me to stop them, but I know I can’t. Begrudgingly, I force myself to turn away, covering my ears with trembling hands. Why is this happening? What did we do to deserve this? Despite my covered ears I could still hear Ein’s shouts, the cries for justice only stopping when the air lock opens to release him into space.

Blue was ejected.

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🎃 Frightful October Act VI, #16 ~ Black Cats (Sasuke Tsubaki)

📑 Table of Contents

Genre: Supernatural, Fluff, Crack, Romance

Word Count: 3,623

Pairing: Reader x Tsubaki

World: SKET Dance

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You kneeled down on the grass, sprinkling dry cat food on the ground in front of you. Three cats were gathered in front of you, happily munching on the food you provided them. This was a regular activity for you since your first year at Kaimei High. You had always had a deep love for cats, so when you noticed one stalking the grounds when you first came to the school, you immediately tried to befriend it.

The cat was skittish and kept its distance from you. You ended up missing three classes that day, getting scolded by both your teachers and the student council vice-president, who also happened to be a close friend of yours. The scolding was worth it, in your opinion, because you had gained his trust that day.

Since then, the cat would always wait patiently by the bushes for you to feed him and pay attention to him, but he never ate in front of you. He would pick up as much food as he could in his mouth before rushing off through the bushes. One day, you decided to follow him. Through the bushes was a small clearing, where you found two smaller cats eating the food he had dropped.

All three of them were black from the tip of their tail up to their nose, but each one had a unique patch of fur. The first cat had a blonde patch around his neck that looked like a pair of goggles, the second cat had a patch of blonde around his face that looked liked glasses, and the third, a female cat, had a tuft of blonde hair between her ears. The first two had brown eyes, while the female had beautiful blue ones.

These two new cats were far more trusting than the first and came prancing over as soon as they saw you, rubbing against your legs and eating from your hand. Realizing that the smaller cats were safe around you, the first brought them to the edge of the bushes to wait for you each day.

You never once noticed the glowing yellow eyes watching you.

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You stifled a yawn as you gathered your things, ready to head to the Sket Dan’s clubroom. You weren’t an official member, because Tsubaki refused to let you join, but the group welcomed you with open arms because you had been friends with Himeko since you were kids. This was yet another reason for the vice-president to scold you because he believed that the Sket Dan was just a waste of a clubroom.

As you headed down the hall, you felt as if eyes were staring holes into your body. The hair on the back of your neck stood on end as goosebumps erupted across your skin. You paused, glancing around the empty hallway, but you didn’t see anyone. You peered out the window and saw the three cats pacing in front of the bushes anxiously, but they weren’t looking at the school building.

You dug into your bag, pulling out the sealed baggie of dry cat food. ‘I’m sure the Sket Dan won’t mind if I’m a little late,’ you smiled, heading for the school exit. You made it halfway across the courtyard before the cats spotted you. They rushed toward you, but your excitement soon changed to confusion. Instead of rubbing against your ankles as they normally did, they tried to push your legs back with their heads. When that failed, they bit the back of your socks and tried to pull you back toward the school building.

You frowned at them. ‘Why are they acting so strange today?’

The bushes rustled to your left and all three cats stiffened, frozen in place. A gust of wind blew past you, leaves in shades of orange and yellow dancing around you as they were pulled from the branches above. A chill ran down your spine and the bushes shook again, more violently this time. Your mind was screaming at you to run, alarm bells screeching inside your head, but your legs wouldn’t budge. The cats jumped between you and the bush, fur standing on end as they hissed and growled.

Glowing yellow eyes pierced through the bushes, locking onto your own. Your body went rigid as a force slammed into you like a train. ‘What… is happening?’ A white-hot pain shot through your body as it fell backward, your eyes cast toward the overcast sky. You were out cold before your body even hit the ground.

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Tsubaki Sasuke, vice-president of the student council, walked down the empty hallway on the second floor. School had ended and he wanted to make sure no students were loitering about doing things they shouldn’t. He glanced out the window, observing the dark clouds that covered the sky.

He frowned.

He had checked the weather report that morning and the day was supposed to be sunny with a light breeze. Where had the clouds come from so suddenly? He had a bad feeling creeping up the back of his mind.

Something caught his eye and he moved his gaze down, amber eyes widening in shock. As soon as he saw your body falling to the ground, he took off for the stairs, taking them several steps at a time. He slammed his body into the door, nearly falling on his face.

Thunder roared overhead, drowning out his hurried footsteps. He stopped dead when he reached you, his eyes wide. Your body was gone, but your clothes remained on the ground where you had fallen. Was he mistaken about what he had seen?

The three cats were pawing and meowing at the clothes and, upon looking closer, he realized that the shirt was rising and falling in time with something’s breathing. Gulping down his nerves, he reached out to grasp the hem of the shirt, slowly peeling it back. Beneath it was a cat, its fur as black as a raven’s feathers.

Tsubaki didn’t know what to think. He was sure he had seen you falling and your clothes were there on the ground. Well, he assumed they were yours but there was nothing unique about the uniform to confirm it as belonging to you. He considered ignoring the animal and continuing his rounds, but something held him back.

He placed his hands under the front legs of the cat, gently lifting it from the ground and cradling it in his arms.

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You felt your body being lifted, rousing you from your slumber. Your eyes peeled open, meeting the confused amber eyes of your best friend. ‘What’s going on? Why does Tsubaki look so confused?’ you tried to voice your thoughts, but your words came out in a series of meows and mewls. ‘W-What the hell is this?!’

“He can’t understand you.”

You glanced down, seeing the three black cats sitting at Tsubaki’s feet. They were giving you sad looks. Certainly they hadn’t been the ones to speak… they were just cats!

As if sensing your thoughts, the female sat on her hind legs. “You’ve been turned into a cat like us!”

“H-How in the world…” ‘Am I dreaming?’

“Normally, it isn’t possible.” The second male cat spoke, his voice sounding almost synthetic. “However, the week leading up to Halloween is a strange time when the planets and stars align in a most magical way. During this week, the Nigrum Cattus Daemonium is able to enter the human world and collect souls for his army.”

“The… ni… nigrum? I’m so confused!” you wiggled in Tsubaki’s grip, holding your furry head between your paws. ‘Wait… paws?! I have paws?!’

Tsubaki watched in stunned silence as you seemed to converse with the three cats at his feet. He was confused as hell but he knew as soon as his eyes met yours that, somehow, you were the cat. But how was that even possible? He felt a headache beginning to form.

The second male cat went to repeat the name but stopped when Tsubaki stood up straight, taking you with him. You started to panic, claws digging into his chest from the sudden movement. He started toward the school and you scrambled to his shoulder, claws stuck in his shirt as you cried out, high pitched meows ringing in his ear. The three cats followed him quickly, each meowing over one another.

His eye twitched in annoyance at the noise and he paused, turning to glare at the three. “What?”

The three started to meow louder, gesturing wildly with their front paws. This only annoyed him further.

You facepalmed, hearing the three talking over one another until their words mixed into a jumbled mess. You tapped Tsubaki’s cheek with your paw and he turned his gaze down to you. You then pointed at the three before pointing to his other shoulder.

He frowned at you. “You want me to bring them with us?” you nodded and he turned his attention to the three before looking back at you and sighing deeply. “I’m going to regret this…” he adjusted you so he could wave at them. “Come.”

The three got angry, screaming in unison, “We’re not dogs!!”

But he ignored the furious meows and started toward the school again.

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Yuuki Reiko was a second year at Kaimei High and she had quite a reputation since her appearance closely resembled the girl from the ring. She prided herself on being a member of the Occult Research Club and having vast knowledge about the supernatural. She had never had a run-in with the student council before, so when the vice-president appeared at the clubroom door asking for her by name, she didn’t know how to feel.

More importantly, she couldn’t understand why he had a cat hanging from both shoulders, one on his head, and one cradled securely in his arms.

Tsubaki’s lips were set in a thin line as his eyes scanned the dark room. The only four members sat around a round table covered by a black cloth. Red candles had been lit, standing in the center. Three of the members wore black robes over their school uniforms and strange-looking masks. This was yet another club that the vice-president deemed to be a waste of space.

The disdain was clear as day on his face.

“Yuuki Reiko, come with me,” he ordered, not giving her a chance to reply as he turned and left the room.

She glanced at her clubmates before silently following, her eyes resting on the black cats that hung from his body. He led her to an empty classroom at the end of the hall, setting you down gently on one of the desks near the window. The three cats jumped, sticking their claws in him simultaneously before landing on the desk beside you. Yuuki tilted her head as she stared at you, the intensity of her gaze making you sweatdrop nervously.

Tsubaki was chewing on his bottom lip thoughtfully as he watched you, his arms tense as he crossed them over his chest. How could he possibly explain things without sounding like a complete lunatic? Would she even believe him? What if she told everyone about it? He could picture the student body laughing and making fun of him as he walked down the hall during a patrol and it pissed him off.

“Why is Y/N-san a cat?”

He snapped his gaze to her, eyes wide. “W-What?”

She pointed at you and you tilted your head. “This cat is Y/N-san,” her gaze moved to the vice-president. “What happened?”

“I… I don’t know. I found Y/N like this.”

‘I wonder, can Yuuki understand me?’ you greeted her, asking how her day went, but she just tilted her head, her expression remaining blank. You sweatdropped, ‘Well, it was worth a try…’

“Is there…” Tsubaki paused, feeling silly about what he was about to ask. “Is there a… spell or something that will let us communicate with them?”

Yuuki hummed thoughtfully. “There may be a way, but I will need a day to prepare.”

He scowled, putting his hand on his hip. “You have until tomorrow afternoon.”

She nodded and left the room.

Tsubaki looked down at you, catching your eyes. He wasn’t looking forward to bringing four cats into his home, but he couldn’t leave you alone at the school. He’d much prefer just bringing you and leaving the other three behind, but he had a strong feeling you wouldn’t allow it.

Your tail curled around your body, ears lowered as a small meow left you. He didn’t know what you had said, but he believed that you were trying to apologize to him for the trouble. He reached forward, gently rubbing your head. His hand was warm and comforting, and you started to purr, rubbing your head against his hand.

He quickly looked away to hide his burning face.

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Tsubaki slowly pushed his front door open, ears perked up for any sound. Hearing none, he quickly snuck into the house, rushing up the stairs to his room. He sighed as the cats wiggled around in his arms, hidden by his blazer. Before they could scatter, he addressed them sternly.

“Freeze!” the four of you stopped, turning to look at him. “If you’re going to stay here tonight, there are some rules that you must follow. Failure to do so will result in you spending the night outside.”

As if to reinforce his point, a frigid blast of air came through the open window above his desk, making the four of you shiver.

He continued. “Number 1 – keep your claws to yourself. My furniture is not a scratching post. Number 2 – no knocking things over or breaking my stuff. Number 3 – do not use the bathroom in the house. Number 4 – no howling or meowing. Number 5 – you’re not to leave this room under any circumstance. Number 6 -”

The four of you sweatdropped as he continued to rattle on the rules you were expected to follow.

“Man, this guy has a stick up his butt,” the first cat said, scratching his ear with his back leg.

“Oh, we never introduced ourselves!” the female cat approached you, holding out her paw. “My name is Himeow! This idiot -” she motioned towards the first cat. “- is Cattun. And this one -” she motioned towards the second male. “- is Chwitch.”

You placed your paw on hers. “My name is Y/N.”

“Oi! Are you even listening to me?!” Tsubaki cried, making all of you jump in surprise.

When Tsubaki settled down in his bed, the three cats tried to curl up around him but he yelled at them, making them get on the floor. Before turning back over to face the wall, he caught your eye. You were curled up on the desk, ready to get some sleep. He waved his hand, beckoning you over. You tilted your head and he did it again. You jumped from the edge of the desk to his bed. He picked you up and brought you into his arms, his face burning as you started to purr in content.

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The next afternoon, Tsubaki brought the four of you to the same classroom where Yuuki was waiting. On the desk she at lay a thick book, worn with age, a piece of the Larimar gem on a black rope, and a faded white cloth. Her hand was hovering over the gem as she read a passage aloud from the book, the words a language you had never heard before.

Tsubaki sat you on the desk beside her, the three cats jumping up next to you. He watched her unsurely, wondering how he had gotten himself into this mess.

Yuuki suddenly stopped, whipping her head in your direction. You jumped at the sudden attention and Himeow hid behind Cattun, muttering about how scary the girl was. Yuuki reached over, setting the crystal in front of you.

“Can you understand me?” she asked, waiting for your nod. “We must all touch the gem at the same time.” She placed her index finger on it and you followed suit with your paw. Cattun and Chwitch had to push Himeow forward because she was too scared to move.

Tsubaki’s eyes traveled across the group as you all gathered around the gem. ‘What the hell am I doing?’ his amber eyes met yours and he sighed, placing his finger beside your paw.

Yuuki nodded, glancing at the open book before reciting an incantation in the same strange language. You expected the gem to start glowing or make a sound, but nothing happened at all.

A moment of silence passed over the room.

“That’s it? How lame~” Cattun commented, closing his eyes and flicking his tail to show his displeasure.

Yuuki shrieked, eyes wide as she peddled backward. “I-I-It spoke!”

You blinked at her in surprise, looking between her and Cattun. “You can understand us?”

She nodded.

“It is you,” Tsubaki muttered under his breath as he stared at you. “What have you gotten yourself into, Y/N?”

You sat on your back legs, crossing your front ones with a huff. “I have no idea. It’s, um… Nigrum Cat?” you glanced at Chwitch for confirmation.

“Nigrum Cattus Daemonium,” he corrected.

“And what is that?” Tsubaki rested his hand on his hip.

“The black cat demon,” as Chwitch spoke these words, a crack of lightning split the sky, lighting up the room and making both Himeow and Cattun scream as they clutched onto each other. Thunder shook the windows as rain started to fall in large torrents from the sky.

“I’ve heard of that,” Yuuki commented. “A demon that seeks out humans to turn into cats to do his bidding.”

“Correct,” Chwitch said. “The gateway between this world and the demon world is opened during the week of Halloween. For seven days, he seeks out humans with an affinity for felines. If you meet his gaze, his power will turn you into a black cat, meant to spread bad luck and misfortune to all those you meet.”

Tsubaki’s eye twitched as he recalled the string of bad luck he had experienced since he had picked you up. His phone had cracked in his pocket; he dropped his knife during dinner and cut his finger; he slipped on a rag his mother had dropped in the bathroom, hitting his head on the counter; several of the keys on his laptop had broken off; he spilled his tea on his notebook; and finally, he broke his mom’s favorite antique china cup.

You glanced at him, feeling guilt settle in your gut. All of his bad luck had been caused by you.

“How do we fix it?” he asked.

“That is where the problem lies,” Chwitch responded. “Only true love’s first kiss can break the curse.”

“That’s too damn cliche!!” Himeow cried, gesturing wildly with her paws.

“Don’t panic!” Cattun yelled as he approached you, putting his paw over your shoulders. “Tell me, who are you in love with?!”

You were well aware of Tsubaki’s gaze on you and you shifted, pawing at the desk you sat on. “Umm… well…”

“Actually,” Chwitch interrupted. “That person has to be in love with Y/N, as well, or it won’t work.”

Cattun started to panic, running back and forth across the desk. “Crap! What do we do?!”

“But wait, there’s more!” Chwitch struck a pose, getting kicked my Himeow, who screamed, “This isn’t an ad, you idiot!”

“The curse becomes permanent at midnight on Halloween day.”

Tsubaki’s face drained of color as he looked at the clock hanging at the front of the class. “T-That’s in six hours!”

Himeow grabbed you, roughly shaking your body back and forth. “Who do you love?! Spit it out, Y/N!”

You pulled away from her, moving to sit on the edge of the desk as you looked up at Tsubaki, locking eyes with him. “I’m in love with you, Sasuke.”

His face burned bright red at the confession. Himeow and Cattun oohed and awwed from behind you, but when Tsubaki didn’t move, they started to panic again.

“He doesn’t love her back!”

“She’s gonna be a cat forever!”

Your gaze never wavered from his, not even when he stepped forward, his hands gently picking you up underneath your front legs. He hesitated, feeling his heart thumping loudly in his chest, before gently pressing his lips to your mouth. There was a loud pop as smoke engulfed your body.

A white-hot pain spread through your body.

The cats and Yuuki all leaned forward in anticipation as the smoke started to clear. Your body had returned to normal and you were straddling Tsubaki’s waist, your lips still connected. You smiled brightly when you pulled back, gently grasping his face.

Tsubaki’s eyes fluttered open, quickly widening as his face turned a bright red. A strangled noise caught in his throat as he slammed his eyes shut.

You tilted your head, confused. “What’s wrong?”

“Y/N-san, you’re naked,” Yuuki commented.

“Eh?” you glanced down, face turning red as you covered your body with your arms. You clambered off of him, watching as he stood up and left the room without a word.

The cats jumped down onto the floor in front of you.

“You’re back!” Cattun rubbed against your ankle.

“I’m so glad,” Himeow purred loudly, rubbing her head against your other ankle.

“Now you can feed us,” Chwitch commented before being smacked by the other two cats.

Tsubaki returned. Without looking at you, he handed you the uniform in his arms.

“Thank you,” you murmured softly, quickly getting dressed. When you were done, you approached him, arms wrapping around his waist as your head rested on his back. “Thank you for saving me, Sasuke.”

He turned in your grip, bringing you against his chest. ‘I’m so glad you’re back.’

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shewolfofficial · 6 years ago

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Titanic au where levi is rose and reader is jack? I LOVE your work btw

Omfl this request made my heart go c r a z y its a brilliant idea

Btw I put Levi as the rich one basically, Y/N as the third class to put it in easier words to explain

Warning: Cursing, Angst

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Sun shining through the window of the bar as you sat alongside your childhood friend Hanji in a pub next to the docks where the large black and white beauty sat as passengers getting on board, you two were betting on a pair of tickets to go on the newly made ship- The Titanic that was mere meters away from the building, the biggest ship ever to be made on earth. Of course, you bet on everything you had just for the tickets to America on the large cruise ship but it was worth it since.. What really did you have left?

‘‘Come on girlies, you both know getting on that ship and winning against me will never happen’‘ the stranger teased, light stubble lining his jaw as you scoffed at him flicking your gaze through your cards you smirked. Sliding out a card that was worth more than the stranger’s his mouth went agape as you smirked in triumph crossing your arms and sitting back in your chair lazily putting your hands out towards the grumbling man.

Slapping the two yellow slips into your hand he growled sending you an infuriated glare which you only sent him an innocent smile in response. ‘’YEAH! F/N WE GOT THEM! AMERICA! HERE WE COME!’’ Hanji cheered jumping out of her seat as you smiled standing up as well. Glancing to the clock on the wall your eyes widened as you grabbed Hanji’s hand and sped out of the pub shouting back to everyone inside a goodbye. ‘’F/N what’s wrong?!’’ Hanji asked as you both ran holding your little bag of belongings over your shoulder. ‘’Hanji we have five minutes to get on board! Come on let’s go!’’ you say turning back to her and sending her a wild smile which she returned.

// Levi’s P.O.V \

Clicking my tongue from irritation I fixed the sleeve of my suit as we boarded the ship, my whore of a fiancée standing next to me, Petra Ral. A snot-nosed, bratty and spoiled idiot which I’m going to be forced to marry once we reach America. It was more of a one-sided love than anything, she held feelings for me but all I wanted to do was shove her off the side of the ship right now.

I mean, it’d feed the fish below so it would do no harm. Feeling Petra link her arm with my own I internally groaned and looked around, a strange sight caught my eye. An H/C female leading a four-eyed female behind her, the two were smiling like dorks as they began to board the ship. The H/C one was gorgeous to say the least but by the looks of it she was in a lower class and I was stuck with a needy fucking child.

Finally arriving on the top deck of the ship I bring Petra to our room, it’s surprisingly bigger than I expected which made me somewhat happy. ‘’Levi~ I’m going to go around and have a wander! I’ll see you later~’’ she purred as I silently mimicked her before letting out a grunt of acknowledgement. Once she left I loosened my tie and took off the suit jacket. ‘’Fucking bitch…’’ I mumble packing everything away.

Once I finished packing all her shit away along with my own I left the room and decided to go out for a stroll, hands in my pockets I wandered aimlessly around. A loud horn echoed throughout the entire base of the ship signalling it was setting sail.

Reaching the deck, not many people were around since they were most likely gone to their rooms or gone to eat. Small children ran around playing games as the sun shined down onto the wooden deck. A gentle breeze ghosted throughout the top deck of the ship as I walked along it, shortly arriving at a little perched up a bit I stood by the white railings leaning my arms on them as I looked out towards the ocean.

// Your P.O.V \

Hanji and I sat out on the deck, we met a nice looking fellow named Eren, he was with two others, Mikasa and Armin along with him. ‘’So you can draw F/N?’’ Eren asks as I nod about to say something when something, or well, someone caught my eye up on the perched up part of the deck behind him. A well dressed handsome charcoal-haired man with feline-like piercing grey eyes leaning against the railings, the soft breeze blew through his loose raven strands that fell loosely in an undercut.

Eren seemed to notice me spacing out looking behind him and turned to look behind as well only to see the mysterious stranger looking off out to the distance, letting out a throaty chuckle Eren turned back to me and Hanji snickering. ‘’Ah, you’d have to be near enough famous to get a spot next to him, he’s Levi Ackerman… An ex-military captain’’ Eren explains as the man known as Levi turns his head catching my gaze, holding eye contact for a few seconds I could feel my heart hamper in my chest as he averted his steel-like gaze back out towards the sea.

Hanji smirked waving a hand in front of my face see me not respond making her laugh. ‘’Seems like cupid has shot F/N with an arrow~’’ she began as the male glanced back to me again, a furious blush erupted on my cheeks before some strawberry-ginger haired woman walked up behind him, tapping his shoulder almost instantly getting his attention as he turned back to her with a displeased expression. I could tell he scoffed at her before he disappeared off away from her, the woman tagged along shortly after like a lost puppy.

‘‘He’s so handsome..’‘

// Time Skip \

Strolling through the deck I was walking around out of boredom, Hanji has disappeared to hang out with Eren, Armin and Mikasa somewhere so I was just going around by myself. Walking to the back of the ship I saw a figure at the outside of the railing looking like they were about to jump, speeding up my walking I feel fear start to course through me for this person as I arrive a little behind them.

‘‘He-Hey.. Don’t do it’‘ I say putting out my hand to them, inching closer the person spins around giving me a stern look. I recognize him as the Levi guy I had my eyes on earlier. ‘‘Stay the fuck there’‘ he seethes back to me as I bite my lower lip continuing to inch towards him. ‘‘Come on.. It’s alright, I’ll pull you over’‘ I gesture to the railing as he readjusts his grip on the railing. ‘‘I-I mean it! I will let go’‘ he says again as I take out a small cigarette, motioning that I’m going to throw it off the end of the ship as he watches me flick it over the side into the water.

‘‘I know you won’t jump..’‘ I mutter awkwardly as he gives me a frightening look as if I insulted him.’ What do you mean you know I won’t? How do you fucking know I won’t? you don’t have a damn clue who the hell I am’‘ he shoots as I give him a gentle look. ‘‘Y-You’re Levi right? I saw you earlier.. If you let go- Then I’ll jump in after you’‘ I say taking off the small jacket I wore and tossing it to the ground. ‘‘You’re crazy, you’d be fucking killed and how do you know my name?’‘ he replies giving me a confused look as he tilts his head back to the water. ‘’Well.. you are well known I guess.. But don’t worry about me, I’m a good swimmer, but do you have any idea how cold that water is?’‘ I say about to take off my shoes as Levi peers down to the water below us. ‘‘W-What about it?’‘ he asks turning back to me as Levi shakes his head telling me not to take off my shoes. ‘‘Well, it’s freezing cold… Worse than having a bucket of ice being poured on you… I fell in water like that when I was younger… It feels like daggers stab everywhere in your body.. Can’t breathe.. Can’t think..’’ I explain as Levi gives me a pitiful look, sighing I lean against the barrier next to him.

‘‘But, that’s why I’m going in after you.. I don’t really have a choice to be honest meaning I’ll have to go through that same experience again..’‘ I mutter as his gaze drops back down to the freezing water below. ‘‘You’re a mad woman’‘ Levi comments averting his cold gaze. ‘‘That’s what everyone says, but really, my friends are crazier than me… No offence.. But you’re the one hanging off the back of a ship over ice cold water..’‘ I mumble in his ear as he turned to me, raven hair swaying in the wind. ‘‘Please… Take my hand..’‘ I continue putting out my hand to him as he looks down to it before looking to the pleading look on my face.

Clasping his hand in my own I feel a tingling feeling shoot up my arm like fireworks at the touch of his skin. Holding onto him I watch as Levi turns around. ‘’It’s nice to meet you Levi, I’m F/N L/N’’ I offer him a warm smile as he shows the tiniest of smiles on his lips in return. Propping his foot up on one of the bars his shoe slips and he falls down dangling over the water with a surprisingly loud yelp. ‘’Shit! Don’t let go of me!’’ he shouts up to me as I grip his arm tightly, shaking my head I sent him a stern look. ‘’I won’t let go! Just keep holding on! Stay calm! I have you’’ I say back to him as I begin to haul him up. Pulling Levi over the railing we stumble back on the deck, landing on my back with Levi on top of me, shirt ripped open he looms over me with slightly shocked grey orbs.

‘‘Levi!? What is this!?’‘

Snapping our heads over to the side I rest my eyes upon the woman that was with him earlier with a shocked expression on her face. Hanji, Eren, Armin and Mikasa stood next to her all equally looking mortified, Hanji’s lips blew up in a large grin. ‘’Woo! Get some F/N!’’ she squealed as Mikasa clamped a hand over her mouth. Slowly getting off me Levi mumbled a small thanks for earlier before chasing after a crying Petra who tore off somewhere.

// Time Skip \

It’s been a few days since that incident happened with Levi and we’ve actually become good friends, now I was in the lower class deck with Levi, I had shown him to the people I’ve met. Music was playing from a band with instruments, a lively aura spread around the whole deck as people laughed, danced got drunk and just had a good time.

Levi sat down drinking with two other men as I danced with a little girl, twirling her around I smiled down to her. Hanji was off dancing with some guy named Erwin I found her making out with, Armin, Eren and Mikasa were here somewhere as well. I’ve met a few other people as well, Reiner, Bertholdt, Jean, Marco, Connie, Sasha, Ymir, Christa and Annie. Levi sipped his drink watching me and the little girl dance the night away, soon the song was over and we stopped. Sending Levi a cheerful smile he sent me a curt nod in response.

Soon the music started over again as I watched the girl disappear to go to her friends, pulling Levi up I ignored his refusals and curses and laughed. ‘’Come on Levi! Have some fun!’’ I smiled as he sighed ‘’F/N I can’t-’’ ‘’is that a party pooper I hear?’’ I pout as he shoots me a glare. ‘’Me? A party pooper? Tch I’ll show you a fucking party’’ he says as we both begin to dance, spinning around giggling and laughing without a care in the world.

Dragging Levi up onto a stage I saw him playfully roll his eyes as we both began to dance again. Linking arms we spun around laughing, people gathered around clapping along to the song and cheered us on.

Soon enough we sat back down out of breath yet still not one bit tired. Getting a drink I began to watch the couples dance and sing. I noticed Levi looking from the corner of my eye, steering my lively E/C orbs towards him I couldn’t help but let out a small giggle as we sat next to one another. Noticing him put down his drink he leant over and placed his lips on top of my own, smiling into the kiss I return it; Shortly we pulled away and began to drink again watching Hanji and her new boyfriend took over the stage dancing.

Soon enough the dance was over and Levi had to return to Petra and his room elsewhere in the ship. Walking him out Levi turned to me and pecked my cheek bidding me goodnight as I watched him disappear up the flight of stairs upwards towards the first class deck. ‘One interesting night to say the least.. I definitely have to thank that guy in the pub for giving me and Hanji the tickets for this ship if I see him again’ I smiled inwardly, gaze lingering on the set of stairs Levi disappeared from.

Returning to my own small room I shared with Hanji I found her hardly awake on her bed, chuckling I sat down on my own. ‘’Tonight was fun… We should do it again sometime’’ I speak as she nods eagerly turning to me ‘’definitely.. I hear there’s word going around about we’re reaching that point in the ocean where there might be a few icebergs lying around.. Hopefully, we don’t run into one’’ Hanji says as I nod laying down.

‘‘I doubt it, we’ll be fine!’‘

// Time Skip \

The freezing cold water bit and stung at my body as I stubbornly forced Levi up onto the small piece of metal that floated above the ice cold sea. Gripping onto my hand little pieces of ice clung to our pale faces. I could tell Levi was on the verge of tears, his once smooth strands of raven hair that fell in front of his face were now frozen. Lips beginning to turn a blue-ish purple I feel my feet and legs slowly go numb as I rested in the water.

‘‘I love you Levi..’‘ I mutter pecking his knuckles with my frosty lips. ‘‘Don’t fucking say that, don’t fucking say goodbye F/N.. I won’t let you do it, you understand?’‘ Levi responded in a stern yet shaky voice. ‘‘Listen, Levi you’re going to live on… You’re going to live life to the fullest. Don’t wait for me, you’re going to be fine.. You’re going to die an old grump wrapped up nice and cosy in your bed.. And I’ll be waiting for you, you don’t have to be scared..’‘ I say to him as he shakenly nods due to the cold as I try edge towards him more. ‘‘Winning those tickets with Hanji.. they led me to you, I couldn’t be more thankful for that.. you have to promise to survive, to keep living.. You can’t give up, I won’t let you.. If things take a turn for the worse, and they don’t seem like getting better.. K-Keep living.. Promise me that, Levi promise me that’‘ I stutter, feeling all remaining heat drip away from my face as he begins to quietly sob.

‘‘I fucking promise.. I won’t let go of that promise.. And I won’t let go of you’‘

Some time passes and Levi lays there on his back clutching my hand. Turning over on his side Levi flicks his gunmetal orbs to me in a slight daze, slightly moving my wrist. ‘’F/N..’’ he mutters rubbing my wrist trying to get my attention.

‘‘Oi F/N..’‘

No response

‘‘F/N please..’‘

Silence

‘‘F/N wake up..’‘

Silence

‘‘F/N, there’s a boat’‘

Nothing

‘’F/N..?’’

‘‘Open your eyes woman… please..’‘ Levi muttered shaking my arm, starting to repeat my name he couldn’t stop the stinging tears that spiked at his eyes. Trailing his dull gunmetal orbs towards the smaller boat that sat with sailors in it he began to try call out for them, croaky voice and sobs didn’t help with his attempts as he looked down to my pale and still face.

‘‘I swear F/N… I’ll never let go..’‘

And with that..

I was gone.

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jui-imouto-chan · 6 years ago

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Part 12 of the Mostly Human AU

Suggested by @manadrite —This definitely isn’t a feel good chapter, but I enjoyed writing it anyway. Actually, that makes me sound sadistic.

Oh well.

>[X]<

Connor didn’t expect to see someone different behind the counter when he went into the pet shelter at his usual time, that day.

He always comes in at the same time every week; 3:30 PM every Sunday, on the dot.

The employee usually behind the counter, named Jesse, was teasing, but kind, always making sure the animals were on their best behavior when he let them show Connor their affection.

Of course, they would be on their best behavior, anyway, so it is redundant, but Connor appreciates the sentiment.

In place of Jesse sat a young adult, approximately 23 years of age. His name tag reads, “Thomas”; he vaguely remindes him of Luther’s relative, Adam. He had about two inches on Connor, though he was leaning against the counter, making his height seem less daunting.

“Welcome,” he said, the corner of his lips quirking slightly. Connor found himself a little winded, system fan hitching.

Thomas’ voice is smooth, rich—similar to Markus’ but somehow different.

Connor explained that he usually comes in to hang out with the animals, moving his hands around this way and that before wringing them together as he fleetingly wondered about a tiny inkling of nervousness he felt when he looked at him.

The man’s eyes crinkled as he smiled at Connor, a small breath of a chuckle escaping his mouth as he led Connor to the animals.

Connor realized that he was staring at Thomas’ mouth a lot. And maybe his warm hazel eyes, too.

Connor slowly relaxes during the time he spends with the animals, almost forgetting that Thomas is in the room.

Thomas laughs lightly at Connor being tackled by one of the pups who felt like he wasn’t getting enough attention.

“So cute.” He hears Thomas say. He wonders why he fleetingly hopes that the dark-skinned man is talking about him.

He motions for the man to join him as a few more pups follow the lead of the first, stepping their way on top of him and smothering him in licks.

Connor remembers Hank telling him that it’s weird to lick a dog back, despite it being a sign of affection. He doesn’t want to look weird in front of Thomas; the thought of the other looking at him in disgust is oddly concerning.

Connor also found the male extremely attractive.

Perhaps it was the shelter uniform being well-fitting, or maybe the friendly smile and easygoing yet professional air the other had to him.

After he made a few searches online, he discovered that his antsiness and sudden fascination is a crush.

So, the next week, he’s still searching for information.

The look on his face as he reads another article explaining it must be surprised enough to warrant curiosity on Thomas’ party

Thomas pokes Connor’s forehead, causing Connor to blink out of his stupor, tilting his head in confusion and causing the curls hanging down to bounce with the motion.

Connor then notices a faint, warm buzzing in his synthetic skin where the other pressed his finger.

“You okay? You were spacing out.” Connor smiles and nods to confirm that he’s alright. “By the way, I think one of the lizards has decided that your hair is his new home.” Thomas jokes, pointing to a lizard sitting amidst Connor’s curls.

Connor lets out a meek squeak when the lizard flicks his tongue out at Connor’s ear. He pulls the lizard off and wags his finger at him mock-scoldingly.

“I’d prefer if you take me out on a date, first, Mr. Lizard!” Connor jokes. Thomas’ eyebrow raises along with a corner of his lips in Connor’s peripherals.

“Is that so? Does that offer only extend to reptiles or are mammals included, too?” Thomas asks with a bit of humor in his tone.

Connor considers for a second. “Well, I certainly wouldn’t mind a play date with a puppy or a kitty, that’d certainly be more than enjoyable. Yes, I’d say mammals could be included.”

“Even humans?”

Connor tilts his head. “While I wouldn’t expect one to want to go out with me, I’d still be very likely to say yes.”

“Would you say yes to grabbing a coffee with me on Wednesday, then?”

Connor smiles; his crush wants to spend time with him? Even if it’s just friendly, he’s sure an outing would make his Thirium pump beat out of his chest.

“I would.”

Thomas’ shift was at its end when Connor stands up, making sure all of the animals are in their proper places.

He walks to the counter, smiling with a small skip in his step. Excitement for Wednesday bubbles in his chest, an odd sensation that makes him run a quick check of his biocomponents.

“Does 9 am sound good? Uh, f-for Wednesday, I mean.” Thomas’ cheeks have the slightest bit of blush as he verbally stumbles the moment Connor’s eyes meet his, sparkling.

“Yes, that sounds perfect.” Connor spots a notification in his peripherals and looks down to his phone to check a text from Hank. “Ah, I’ll have to take my leave, now. I’ll see you, then!”

As soon as Connor gets home, he lifts Sumo from the floor into a bear hug and twirls a bit. Remembering that he has to cook, he quickly places the dog down after planting a kiss near his ear.

When Wednesday comes about, Connor makes sure that he follows the comfort-casual-but-appealing outfit guide from a website online that explains to him how to escape “the friend zone”.

He heads over to where he’s meeting Thomas, wearing a nice, albeit dorky, t-shirt and jeans, along with black tennis shoes. His hair is left curly, and mostly untouched, though he wears his usual beanie for when he goes out.

Thomas looks good, but Connor hasn’t seen him look bad, though he feels like it’d be impossible for him to actually look bad, in Connor’s eyes.

Thomas’ eyes widen when he sees Connor, blush creeping up his cheeks, before he turns his head and coughs, looking back and seeming composed when he smiles.

They head inside and the two of them get coffee and sweets, and by the time they leave, Thomas’ carefully crafted composure had crumbled in the slightest.

Their outing becomes a regular event each Wednesday, and Connor now has two things to look forward to every week.

Hank asks him about where he goes, but Connor just tells him he’s out with a friend.

Gosh, Connor keeps liking Thomas more and more every moment they spend together.

The other can make him laugh and smile so easily, and he is so courteous and kind.

His love of animals shows such compassion and understanding and Connor feels himself hoping that the other may like him, too.

One Wednesday, it is unexpectedly hot. Connor wears a well-fitting but informal button-up with jeans, still wearing his beanie. His systems are lagging from the heat, and he has to pant discreetly to supply his fan with enough air to cool him down.

“Man, you look like you’re burning up! Here, let’s take this off.”

Thomas reaches over the table, pushing his fingers through Connor’s hair as he gently pushes the beanie off. Connor’s eyelashes flutter and he almost purrs as he leans into the touch. Any contact with Thomas feels nice.

Thomas teases that he’s almost like one of the cats, though his voice is slightly lower than before, and his volume makes it seem more like a murmur.

He ruffles Connor’s hair, sits back down, and places the beanie on the table, asking a nearby waitress if he could order a milkshake. Connor orders an ice cream, and they’re sure to share with each other.

Though, they only have one straw, so Connor and Thomas are taking turns with the shake.

Connor takes it upon himself to feed Thomas the ice cream when the other wants some, to the darker man’s embarrassment.

When Connor tilts his head to look outside, Thomas freezes.

Connor wonders what’s wrong. Thomas doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, doesn’t emote for a moment.

And then anger swirls into his expression.

“You’re an android, huh?” Thomas mutters, voice dark. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, before glaring coldly at Connor, whose voice feels lodged in the synthesizer.

His LED, now visible, turns to yellow, flashing. Red is slowly trying to make its way in.

“I can’t believe I’ve been spending my time feeling attracted to a piece of plastic. You from the Eden Club? Is this a fucked up way for you to attract new customers? Were you planning to lead me to a room and then have me give you my life savings for renting your time all these weeks?”

Connor can barely manage to whisper weakly, “N-No, th-that’s—“

Connor feels the shake being spilled over his head. He can see red light shining against the liquid as it rolls down, cold seeping into his body. Something within himself drops, but he’s too stricken to do an internal check.

“I can’t believe I fell for it. Man, this hurts. I thought I finally found someone cool, but you were really just a scam. An advertisement. You’d never understand how disappointed I feel.” Thomas laughs in an unpleasant way.

“You’d never understand feelings. Go play pretend back in the red light district where you belong, Pinocchio.” And with that, Thomas leaves.

Connor’s eyes fill up with tears and he makes a run for it, storming out of the cafe all the way home.

He’s gone into his hiding space. Hank is calling out to him.

“Connor, I heard you come home, where are you?” Hank pauses beside the door. He can hear every whine, sniffle, and sob that escapes Connor’s mouth as the tears pour. “Oh, Connor, what’s wrong? Hey, buddy, c’mon, you can talk to me. It’ll be okay, just talk to me.”

“It hurts, Hank.” Connor’s voice is soft, but Hank can hear it loud and clear.

“What hurts, kid? Did someone attack you? Are you okay?”

“I w-wasn’t attacked, but. My chest, my thirium pump, my-my heart hurts.”

“Does this have to do with the ‘friend’ you’ve been seeing every week?” Hank’s voice grows gruffer.

Connor made a small noise of confirmation, shoulders shaking and LED flashing red.

Hank sighs. Connor’s hands are around his knees, and Hank tries to open the door. Connor lets him. Hank wraps Connor in a hug.

“It’ll be okay, son.”

Connor sniffles into his shoulder, burrowing into Hank’s embrace for comfort.

“It’ll be okay.” Hank repeats, more to himself this time.

When Connor enters sleep mode in his arms, Hank cleans his boy up, then places him in his bed, cocooned in blankets. He calls up Kara, Markus, Kamski, and the Twins.

The person who hurt his boy is going to face the consequences.

Next Level: Any New Suggestions + Anything I come up with while writing!

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This one took a while; sorry for the wait!

Leave suggestions in my asks and in the comments! Feel free to ask questions, talk with me, anything!

I’m down to write Headcanons for things outside of this AU, and if you want me to write shorts with Connor paired with someone, I’m willing to do so! (NSFW isn’t out of the question 😉)

#connor rk800 #connor detroit become human #connor #connor dbh #hank dbh #hank and connor #detroit hank #dbh hank #hank anderson #Jui’s Mostly Human AU

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ridiculous-in-action · 6 years ago

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Quintmagic Chronicles 1: Chapter 5

(THE BEGINNING | LAST | NEXT)

I’m back with chapter 5 and I think I finally opened all the plotlines I need right now. This will be an interesting ride, guys.

Also, sorry that it took forever for me to post this… I was busy, okay?!

One of a kind

LX-014-6. The number echoes in the back of her head. Her stare is empty and unfocussed as she is being dragged along and back to her holding cell and into the isolation she’s learned to hate. She has lost her own battle against the control of the druids long ago, making her nothing more than their puppet or weapon. They didn’t even bother giving her a name, calling her by her identification code or simply referring to her as ‘the weapon’.

Perhaps, that is all what she will ever be – a monster created to serve the galra empire without questioning any orders. She raises her head when the two soldiers make a turn that does not lead back to her isolated cell. Instead, they’re bringing her to a part of the facility she hasn’t ever been in.

They pass a few patrols, consisting of mostly sentries. The lighting changes too. The hallways aren’t lit in the familiar green glow of the containment blocks. Instead, they’re purple. The girl bites her tongue, resisting the urge to ask where they are headed with all her remaining willpower. Eventually, the question answers itself when the doors open to a hangar. She’s being brought away for some reason.

The girl isn’t sure if she wants to know the reason.

- - -

Being held on a cruiser turns out to be a lot different from her usual environment. First, there’s always the distant hum of the engines, the clanking noise of the sentries’ feet on metal. There’s also the hum of the energy barrier generators that keep her in this holding cell. The lighting is purple, something that would take some time getting used to.

Then, there’s the others. She’s no longer alone. She can hear hushed whispers from the other cells. The other captives are making assumptions about her. Nobody dares to speak up, though, afraid of her for some reason. Perhaps it’s her appearance.

That changes abruptly when another person gets brought into the cell across from her. It’s a girl with bright pink eyes and blue pupils. There’s dark lines all over the skin of her face, indicating that the druids must have used her for some sort of quintessence experiment. She has light pink hair that she has tied in a ponytail somehow. The hair is wavy and the ponytail still reaches her mid back. Her eyes seem to light up brightly upon spotting her in the cell across from her.

“Finally! A new face around here!”, she cheerfully states, smiling widely at her. The girl frowns at the cheerful one. That’s when she notices the purple scales on her face, right under her eyes.

“My name’s Lyra! Who are you?”, she asks, pushing her face against the purple energy field that keeps her in her containment unit. LX frowns.

“I’m no one”, she mumbles, sinking to the metal floor and leaning against the right wall of her cell. Her hair is messy in comparison to Lyra’s. Some strands of white and black are covering her eyes, and she pushes them out of her view with a snarl.

“Awh c’mon, don’t be a killjoy. Everyone has a name, right? Also, it’s been quintants since something interesting happened around here. Not since Sai and the rest decided to go sloven-de-hoe”, Lyra argues back and the girl simply growls at her.

“Who says she’s like the others around here? She might as well be that experiment the druids were talking about moving on here”, a male voice argues back from the cell on the girl’s right.

“They couldn’t have finished it already. I thought we had more time to figure this out!”, another male voice interjects from across the hallway, in the cell on the left of Lyra’s. The figure steps into view. He lets his metal hand, it’s his right, rest on the energy barrier, looking at the girl’s cell in worry. He has black hair in an undercut and his eyes are of a dark grey color. Those other three are starting to get on her nerves.

“Wait, if you’re right, does that mean we can’t stop them anymore?”, Lyra suddenly asks, her eyes going wide, “W-we promised Nora that we would-” The girl frowns.

“Can you just stop talking about me as if I wasn’t here?!”, she snaps, startling the other three. Silence follows. Lyra’s eyes scream disbelief. The girl huffs, hoping that she wouldn’t have to keep up with all of them for much longer. She secretly wishes for the isolation of her old cell again, deciding that the silence there was much more bearable that the people talking around her.

“Quiznak”, she whispers, “Mura, Iraj, she- she’s…” The expression of the man on Lyra’s left turns to something that the girl can’t read. What is he thinking of? Trying to come up with a way to get me killed for whatever reason those three have, she wonders, averting her gaze.

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Somewhere in another reality, the castle of lions is under heavy fire. A fleet of galra ships have it cornered against a massive asteroid field. They’re doing their best to hold up against their weapon systems, but it seems to be a struggle the castle of lion can’t win.

A puigan girl with thin pink hair, tanned skin and light green markings is doing her best to keep the engine from losing any more power. She rushes from terminal to terminal, diverting power from anywhere she could get it. She manages to trip over a wire. She curses, pulling herself back onto her feet and rushing towards another terminal.

Meanwhile on the bridge, Hieronymus Myran the second and a balmeran are doing what they can to keep everything up and running, trying to shoot back at the offending party without much success. “Quiznak! The bay of the blue lion is of fire!”, the royal advisor exclaims, waving his arms around in a panic.

The balmeran is standing at a display, supervising the crystal energy levels with a critical eye. “Section 12-B is down. Maiko, work around it!”, he informs the puigan girl over the ship-intern coms using his headset.

“Got it. Thanks for the warning”, she responds, only to shriek when something in the panel in front of her short-circuits. She jumps back in surprise, dodging a stray bolt of energy sparking from the malfunctioning panel.

Myran skates across the floor of the bridge towards his personal controls using the roller-skates the green paladin had recently made for him. And in the middle of the whole fiasco, there’s princess Priyane, standing at the two crystal pillars with closed eyes. Her brows are furrowed in concentration and a single drop of sweat rolls down her forehead and nose, only to drop to the floor in front of her feet. Her hands clench tightly around the crystal pillars, and her whole body is glowing turquoise.

“Careful, Number 5! On your six!”, Myran warns the green paladin. The green paladin yelps, barely pulling herself and her lion out of the line of fire of the enemy’s secondary ion cannon.

“Thanks, Coran!”, she calls back at him gratefully. She dodges a few smaller asteroids, trying to shake off a few enemy fighters.

“What is it with this ship?! Its weapons are unlike anything we’ve ever encountered before!”, she then continues on, blasting a few of the annoying fighters that are following her with the greening-cannon with an angry snarl.

“I don’t know, Katie! Focus on shredding the main ion cannon! We can’t let another blast hit the castleship!”, the red paladin argues back, dodging a few asteroids while rapidly approaching the ship’s main ion cannon. There’s rapid fire from the ships other weapons, and he’s being tailed by a small squad of fighters. He hisses angrily before pulling off his attempt under the pressure.

“They’re just too many, Yorak! Already tried getting close that way without success”, the yellow paladin yells. He’s distracted for a moment by the beam of an ion canon and a fighter manages to hit the yellow lion’s left side. The lion and Hunk are sent flying straight into the asteroids. Hunk screams loudly in surprise, immediately trying to regain control of his lion.

“Tsuyoshi! Hang in there, buddy!”, Yorak shouts, turning red around to help him, only to crash into a fighter himself. Keith yelps in surprise, followed by a thud and then silence.

“Yorak! Tsuyoshi! Quiznak! Takashi, what are we going to do?! We’re being overrun!”, Pidge shouts in concern, barely dodging another ion canon’s beam with an angry roar.

“Yorak, Tsuyoshi, do you copy? Are you two alright?”, the black paladin asks, keeping up a façade of calmness. All he gets in response from Tsuyoshi is uncontrolled screaming. Yorak groans lightly on the other end of the transmission, but not giving any other response.

“Yorak!”, Takashi calls then, showing a lot more concern for his friend. Once again, there is no response. Katie curses again, but in another language that none of the paladins understand. Shiro can tell by the way she spits the words out, but he decides not to act on it as there’s more important matters to be dealt with now.

“Yorak is down. He must have gotten knocked out cold by the impact”, Katie concludes, gritting her teeth.

“Paladins! Retreat!”, Priyane suddenly shouts, opening a visual channel. Behind her on the screen, Myran is chasing Kaltenecker through the bridge, throwing various altean sentences out while rushing after the rampaging cow on his roller-skates.

“What the fuck is the cow doing on the bridge?!”, Katie shouts in disbelief, steering the green lion towards the yellow lion and attempting to stop the other lion from spinning out-of-control.

“Language”, Takashi throws back at the younger green paladin, deciding she’s over-doing it with the cursing now.

“English”, Katie then snaps at their leader, clearly aggravated. Tsuyoshi finally calms down and stops his screaming when his lion finally stops spinning, thanks to Katie.

“Thanks, Katie”, Hunk pants, holding his head.

“Paladins! Please return to the castle! We must leave, now!”, Priyane orders once again with urgency in her voice, “We’ll get torn apart if we don’t retreat right now!”

“I’ll go fetch Yorak. You two, get me an opening!”, Takashi orders, turning his lion towards red and dashing towards him in the black lion. Black picks up Yorak’s lion by the neck and Takashi maneuvers the two towards the opening the other two paladins create for him.

“Please, Hurry! We’re running out of time! Re-route weapons system energy to the main turbines and telludav!”, Priya exclaims, regaining her balance after a particularly hard hit on the ship’s particle barrier.

“Princess! We can’t let them- “, Coran begins to interject, but he’s quickly silenced by the princess.

“I’ll deal with this myself. Just get the telladuv ready and enter coordinates!”, Priyane retorts with a determined gaze, before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, letting the glow of her quintmagic get even brighter. Coran watches her hesitantly for a few ticks but turns back to his controls a moment later.

“You heard the princess. Prepare everything for a wormhole jump, Maiko!”, Coran orders upon opening a visual transmission to their newest crewmember and mechanic. She salutes at him, and the communication ends.

Meanwhile, the resident pilot of the blue lion awakens with a gasp and sits up straight. He looks around in a panic, at first not recognizing his surroundings. He takes a deep breath, finally recognizing the med-bay of the castleship. “Leonardo!”, Matteo, who had been keeping watch on him up until now, exclaims in surprise, jumping up from his seat and dashing over to him. He insistently, but gently pushes Lance back down onto the medical bed Lance had been resting in up to that point.

“Please, stay down! You’ll aggravate your injuries!”, Matteo informs him, only to almost fall on top of Leonardo when another tremor goes through the castle.

“W-What’s going on…?”, Leonardo asks, feeling like he’s going to fall asleep again at any moment. His right shoulder hurts like hell, and when he turns his head, he realizes that there’s a thick bandage wrapping it up.

Matteo is about to explain, when the main lights go out, leaving only low, turquoise lighting to illuminate the medical bay. “Are we under attack?”, Leonardo asks in confusion.

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