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chocolatecakecas · 4 years ago

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Baby Blues

Through the Dark: Season 13 Destiel Fic Part 9

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Dean aggressively jerks the car into park, and rips the keys out of the ignition, sending a silent apology to Baby.

Friggin Sam and his friggin brilliant ideas.

Beside him, Cas wordlessly slides out of the passenger seat, slamming the door as he goes.

Rage radiated off Dean as he watched him disappear through the door. He gripped the wheel tighter, squeezing his eyes shut.

This is all Sam's fault. It was his idea for them to go on this damn hunt in the first place.

He insisted, since Dean had barely left the house since Jack, and he hadn't been a hunt since that giant ass vamp nest. Insisted that some "alone time would do them good". So he promised to take care of Jack, and practically shoved them out the door.

Yeah, and some good it did them. They hadn't even spoken since their little screaming match, sitting the entire ride in silence.

And none of this would have even happened if Cas had jus-

Dean groaned, banging his hands against the wheel.

Who the hell did Cas think he was slamming Baby's door, thinking he's the one who’s allowed to be mad? After the stunt he just pulled?

Nope, that's it. They're talking, now.

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And with that, Dean was out of the car, stomping after Cas.

Dean shouts as soon as he spots him in the hall, and Cas doesn't even acknowledge that he heard.

Wow real mature, Dean thinks to himself. So stalks after him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Dean questions grabbing his shoulder to spin him around.

"Going to find my child who I haven't seen in three days" Cas replies dripping with sarcasm.

He turned to leave, but Dean quickly pulled him back. Cas' levels him with an unimpressed look.

"Hey we aren't done with thi-"

"Oh I think we are" Cas scoffs bitterly, as he pushes out of Dean's grasp.

While he continued down the hall, Dean paused for a moment in an attempt to calm himself. With a sigh he tipped his head back, groaning when he noticed one of the bulbs above him flickering. Great, now he's gotta fix that.

Spotting the broken bulb did nothing to diminish the fire burning inside him, in fact, it only fueled it. So he quickly took off after Cas' retreating form.

"You pulled that stupid move Cas, we're talking about it. It was completely reckless, what the hell were y-"

"Reckless? You want to lecture me about reckless? After all of the insane things you've done over the ye-" Cas starts bitterly, not slowing his pace.

"-We aren't talking about the dumb shit I've done, we're talking about you, right here, right now. You could hav-"

"I had it under contro-"

"Really? So almost getting sliced in half i-"

"Don't be dramatic I was not going to ge-"

"Cas, that shifter was gon-"

"Dean, may I remind you that I am an angel. I was not go-"

"Oh you're an angel? Wow, not like that hasn't stopped anything from almost killing you befo-"

"Dean, the shifter is dead. I'm perfectly fine, I had it handle-"

"Yeah, having an angel blade almost shoved into your throat is handled" Dean grumbled.

Cas finally stopped walking. They somehow ended up by the stairs.

Dean stood, arms across his chest, as anger rolled off him in waves. While he waited for Cas' inevitable sarcastic retort, his gaze traveled to the overhead lights, watching them flicker.

Great it's probably the entire grid, not just one bulb. Crappy old wiring. Well, it could be worse, at least it can't be a ghost, now way ones getting in here anyway.

With a huff he fixed his eyes back on Cas. And something twisted low in Dean's stomach when Cas sighed, clearly exasperated.

The sound ignited the flames within him once more.

Does Cas even understand? Does he even realize? Does he even ca-

"Dean-" Cas began, through clenched teeth.

The flames burned, spreading like wildfire. Dean saw red.

And Dean was off, pacing wildly, voice rising.

"Ya know what? Angel or no angel it, doesn't matter Cas. The move you pulled was completely stupid. I told you to wait for me, and you didn't listen. No, you went in with some half cocked plan and the thing jumped you an-"

"Dean, I was perfectly fine. They surprised me, but I-"Cas attempted to cut him off, but he wasn't having it.

"We had a plan and you didn't stick to it. It would have worked i-"

"Dean, the things we do, rarely go according to plan. And we both know it wouldn't have worked, we were running out of time an-"

Dean groaned, angrily pulling at his hair. His heart racing in his chest.

Neither of them took notice of the lights above them as their anger bubbled over.

"Then we come up with a new plan, you don't run in there with some half assed idea. But no, you had to be reckless and stupid and risk y-" Dean yelled.

At that Cas spun around, fists clenched at his sides.

"Dean I was perfectly safe, yes it caught me momentarily off guard, yes I could have waited, but we we running out of time. It was the only option and I-"

"Cas you just can't risk yourself just because you thought it was the only optio-"

"Dean that's what we always do" Cas accused taking a step forward.

Dean's heart pounded against his chest.

"That move was stupid, even for u-"

"We've been in far more dire situations. We've all made dangerous choices, fleeting decisions in order to save people" Cas continued, voice rising as he inched closer.

Dean suddenly found it difficult to breathe, mind racing as his anger buzzed through him.

"Yeah that's the job Cas, but you just don't go sacrificing yourself for gods sake" Dean yelled matching his volume as the lights flashed undetected.

In the pause, Dean thought he might have heard a distant sound, but Cas let out a bitter laugh, recapturing his attention.

"Oh you're one to talk. More often than not, a hunt comes down to making a risky choice. More often than not, it's about putting yourself in harms wa-" Cas was closing in now, blue eyes pinning Dean in place.

Dean drowning in pure desperation and rage, trying to get Cas to hear him. They blinded him to reality, his mind only telling him to scream back at Cas, offering no further instruction. Logic had been thrown out the window.

"What, now you're using our bad decisions to justify acting like a dumbass? What good did all that shit do u-"

"Dean, if I hadn't done it, I'm quite sure you would have made the same move a second late-".

"Like hell I woul-"Dean shouted, echoing off the walls as his hands began to shake.

"We both know you would have. You taught me to get the job done, find a different way, no matter the cost, we always find a way. That's exactly what I did, what I've always done, what we've always done. So Dean, I don't understand why this time is any diffe-"

"Because I can’t lose you again!" Dean screamed, voice breaking.

And with a bang the room went black.

They stilled, eyes meeting in the dark. Sparks floated down from the bulbs above, serving as the only light.

Dean quickly tried to regain a sense of his surroundings, going numb when he realized he heard cry-Jack.

The sound he hea-

Guilt like Dean has never felt before quickly overtook him, as he sprinted down the steps into the war room, heart pounding. They followed the sound in the dark.

The kid was crying, and they were both too wrapped up in their stupid fucking fight to even hear.

The backup generators kicked on as he reached the the pack n play, Cas beating him with his angel "night vision. "

Cas hurriedly scooped up Jack, who quickly stopped crying upon seeing their faces.

"Da! Dee!" Jack bounced in Cas' arms, his tear stained cheeks being the only indicator he was just wailing his head off. Then he was babbling away, smile on his face, as Cas pressed his palm to his forehead, checking if something was wrong. Dean hovered close, trying to look for any physical issues, when Cas sighed in relief dropping his hand.

But, upon seeing his kid safe, Dean's mind clicked back into action.

Jack crying alon-Sam-where's Sam-the lights-why di-

"-wow Jack great job stopping their little domestic display" Sam laughed as he emerged from the kitchen.

Okay what the hell is going on.

"Wha-"

"Jack blew the lights. When his emotions become unstable, his powers begin to tap into other power sources. Hence the lights bursting. That's what we learned this weekend, right bud? Already happened twice so far, oh, we need a new microwave by the way" Sam shrugged nonchalantly as he smoothed Jack's hair.

"You left Ja-"

"Wait, you were in the kitchen, you left Jack alone in here, heard him crying and you didn't go ge-"

Cas started, only to be cut off by Dean's panic.

"Okay okay mister moms, first of all, I was two feet away in the kitchen. I did run in here to get Jack, but I saw you two in here having it out, and didn't want to interrupt. So I figured one of you would grab him, or Jack would shut you guys up on his own. I guess you weren't giving him the attention he expected when he spotted you two, so Jack took matters into his own hands" Sam laughed with a shrug.

Dean's head was spinning. But he knew Jack was safe, had another angel power thing to deal with, but safe. And Sam was safe, a pain in the ass, but safe. And Ca-

His eyes slowly trailed over to him, watching realization dawn on his face, remembering that they were just in the middle of a fight.

Their was a shift in the room, and Dean's stomach twisted as he realized what he had said, what he scr-

"-aaaaaaand I think that's our cue bud. So you guys finish your fight, then Dean can fix the lights of course, and then you can see your kid" Sam smiled as he quickly plucked Jack from Cas' arms, ignoring his protests.

Dean watched them disappear down the hall, as the flames died, taking the fight in him, with them. He slumped in on himself, finally giving in to his exhaustion. All that remained was fear, which quickly let consume him.

They stood in silence for a moment, setting Dean's mind in motion again.

God what the hell was he doing? Why did he have to get so damn angry, why can't he just ta-

"Dean I-"Cas whispered

He dared a glance at Cas who was studying him, eyes full of remorse. But whatever look was on Dean's face, immediately shut him up.

Fuck

Dean tried to gain control of his ragged breathing, searching for the words.

He took a shuttering breath.

"Cas, listen I- I just got you back. And of course losing you wa-was always hard, but last time...."Dean trailed off, voice raw.

Dean's mind flew back to the flames, he could feel the sting of the cold night air, smell the smoke, hear Jack wailing against his chest.

"I-I can't go through that again Cas. And now there's Jack too, and I-it was jus-it'll kil-I can't handle it, not again. Please, I can't plea-" Dean pleaded desperately.

And then suddenly Cas' arms wrapped around him, forehead pressed against it shoulder as Cas supported his dead weight.

Dean gripped at Cas' jacket as a sob racked through him. And Cas just squeezed him tightly, murmuring something Dean couldn't make out.

It was as if everything came crashing down at once. The three months he spend refusing to process Cas' death, the terror of raising Jack, the joy and confusion of Cas coming back, the fear and fragility of their new....well Dean didn't even really know what they were. But he knew he loved it, wanted it. All of it, the past nine months bearing down all at once.

He can't will it away. He can't force it back down and burry it deep within his stomach. He can't stop it. Can't control it.

Dean had finally broke.

Another sob forced it's way past his lips, and Cas squeezed him tighter, resting his chin on Dean's head.

God how completely pathetic he must look right now.

He's this messed up over some dumb routine hunt? Cas was right, they had obviously dealt with far worse, this hunt was nothing. And between the two of them they had each made more dangerous choices, than the one Cas made last night.

But when he saw Cas laying on that floor-

He can't lose him. He can't. Not now. Not after everything.

With a sniff, Dean forced himself to pull back, but Cas kept his hands on Dean's shoulder's holding him up just in case.

Dean pointedly kept his eyes trained on the floor, mind racing.

God he was pathetic.

Cas deserves better than this. Better than him.

He doesn't deserve to deal with Dean and all of his shit, he shouldn't have to. He and Jack both do. They deserve to have a home, and someone they can rely on, someone who can keep their crap together when it counts. Not someone who will fall apart and sob on their friggin shoulder.

Cas deserves someone better, some less broken.

Because Dean is broken, and he can't be fixed. He's just beyond repair an-

"-Dean" Cas' voice cuts through his thoughts.

Cas gently, tilted Dean's chin up, forcing him to look at him.

Dean sees nothing but guilt and sorrow swimming behind those wide blue eyes, and his heart clenches at the sight.

This is all Dean's fault if he hadn-

"Dean, I'm sorry. You're right, I don't know what I was thinking, it was a reckless move. I could have waited, we could have come up with something el-" Cas began softly.

And that seemed to snap Dean back to reality.

"Cas no-you did-you didn't do anything we normally wouldn't do-"Dean began finding his voice.

Cas shook his head, frown deepening and Dean's heart squeezed again.

Great now Cas is blaming himself for the entire thing, another thing Dean's fucked up.

"Cas look, I freaked out okay. It was a stupid move, I ain't denying that, but it wasn't like it was out of the ordinary-" Dean paused taking a shaky breath.

"But as soon as I-when I saw that bloo-you're blood. And that damn thing was hovering over you with the blad-and they had it in your-I thought I was too late, and that you wer-"Dean stops, words catching in his throat.

He feels the tears begin to prick in his eyes again, and Cas quickly swiped them away with his thumb.

Dean swallowed the lump in his throat, letting out a bitter laugh

"I'm sorry, crying over so damn hunt. God I'm pathetic, yo-.Cas, you deserve better than this. I'm just some broken nobody wh-"

Cas' breath hitched and an unreadable expression crossed his face.

Something new dropped deep in the pit of Dean's stomach.

Dean was right. Cas doesn't want him anymore, not after he lost it over some stupid hunt-oh who is he kidding. This isn't about the hunt, this is about Dean. About now that Cas has truly seen how fucked up, how much of a burden, how pathetic he is, he doesn't want him anymo-

Cas gently cupped the sides of Dean's face, forcing him to meet his gaze again.

"Dean, you are allowed to feel, allowed to get angry and scream. And you're allowed to reach your breaking point, and you're allowed to cry and want and need. These things do not make you pathetic, they make you human, they make you, you".

Dean's heart pounds in his chest, while he tries to look anywhere but Cas' eyes. It's too much, he doesn't des-

"So do not ever think for a second that I deserve better than you, because I believe I'm the one who is undeserving. You're a man who does everything out of love, who taught me how to love. And you carry the weight of the world on your shoulders out of the stubbornness and love within your heart. Which only makes you even more worthy of receiving love."

Dean felt his breath stall in his lungs,

"And I'm sorry if I haven't been clear this past month, but I love you Dean. I want you, you are all I have wanted for years. And I want this, here, with you and Jack, for as long as you'll have me. And I want all of you, everything, that makes you who you are. Because you are not some perfect machine in need of repairs, you are not broken Dean Winchester" Cas finished softly as tears rolled down his cheeks.

The fear raging within him had stilled, was replaced by a sense of love he had never felt before, which seemed to be the norm when it came to loving Cas. He always found new ways to make Dean's brain short circuit and this was no exception.

Cas wants-

Dean felt the air leave his lungs as he was struck with a realization, Cas' words sinking in.

Cas loved Dean, and he wanted to be with Dean, for as long as he'll have him. For forever, mayb-but one step at a time.

So slowly, with trembling fingers, he wiped away Cas' tears.

And as he looked into those familiar blue eyes, he made a choice. Because this was Cas. And he deserved more. So Dean was going to give him more.

So he takes a deep breath.

"Cas, I-I'm not the best at this kinda stuff, but I'm gonna try okay? Because you deserve to hear it. Because you deserve everything, love and happiness-whatever the hell you want. And if what you actually want is me, then you have me. Because you're the best damn thing that's ever happened to me, and I just can't believe that you want-but I-I want to believ-I want to believe that those things you said about me are true, that I'm worthy of love and deserve to want and all that. Because I love you, and I want to be with you as long as you'll have me. So if what you sai-what you see in me, is true. Then we would both get what we want, and I think after everything, we deserve it" Dean finished, voice shaking.

And the next thing Dean knew, Cas' lips were on his, hands cupping his face. Dean quickly wrapped his arms around his waist, deepening the kiss, as they exchanged whispered I love you's.

Eventually they pulled back foreheads resting together, breathing ragged. Then Cas caught his eyes, giving him a soft smile. A smile that said I'm sorry and I'm proud of you, that expressed everything Dean needed to hear, that Cas understood. Dean found himself easily grinning in return.

And a small flicker of hope, for Dean, for them, for what their life could be, ignited in his chest. They could have this, like really have this.

Of course a single conversation doesn't fix a lifetime of self-doubt and anxiety, that exists between the two of them. But it's a start.

So Dean pulls back, keeping his arms tight around Cas' waist.

"Well I'm glad we got that sorted out. But if you ever pull that self sacrificing bullshit again, I swear to god I'll kick your ass so hard it'll blast you back to the beginning of time, capiche?"

A smirk spreads across Cas' face, amusement dancing behind those blue eyes.

"Yes. I capiche"

And Dean barks out a laugh, shoving Cas' head away affectionately.

"You're a pain in the ass, you know that?"

"Yes, but I'm your pain in the ass" Cas smirks, pinching Dean's ass, for effect.

And Dean definitely doesn't squeak in surprise, and cause Cas to laugh. But Dean does shut him up with another kiss.

God he's gonna be the death of him, but the thought only makes Dean's heart swell.

"C'mon dumbass, lets go find our kid" Dean says with a fond eye roll.

"But what about the lig-"

"Fuck the lights, if Sam thought Jack bursting them up was so funny, then he can fix them. Now, let's go see if we can get Jack to laugh so hard, that he blows up Sam's blender"

"Oh, and here I thought I was the dumbass"

Another laugh rips through him as grabs his hand, tugging Cas down the hall.

And when Cas squeezes his hand back, a warmth washes over him.

Yeah, they were going to be just fine.

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yurtletheturtlehenderson · 4 years ago

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COSMIC - S3:E4; Chapter Four, The Sauna Test - [Pt. 5 - FINAL]

A Will Byers x Reader Series

𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘌𝘭, 𝘔𝘢𝘹 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘠/𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘍𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯, 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘓𝘺𝘯𝘹.

📝: you have... NO IDEA how long i have been sitting on this one. Just... wow okay. And this is just the beginning, wait till you see the cabin scene 👀 Edit: tell me why I had the main chorus of Timber Feat. Ke$ha in my head on infinite loop while writing the fight scene 🤦‍♀️ LMAO

⚠️: asphyxiation [aka suffocation], several mentions of blood, and graphic (?) depictions of violence throughout. Also, long chapter

||𝟑𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

"MAX! LET ME OUT OF HERE!"

Everyone watched stilled, with pounding hearts as Billy's billowing cries echoed out across the weight room. No one more so than Max. He had barely taken his eyes off of her and his voice fell into a weakened plea.

"Let me out,"

And then it was gone. Replaced with a malice-filled hiss that was beginning to feel a little too familiar for their liking. One by one his eyes flicker between the party members with a twitch in his eye as he began to shift, eyes darting past their shoulders and sweeping the room before his next glare.

"You kids," he pants, each breath like swallowing smoke. "you think..." he was swallowing embers. "this is funny?"

Mike and Lucas share a nervous glance.

Another heaving breath, the flames now licking his lungs.

"You kids think this is some kind of sick prank, huh?" With a snarl, he rears his head back and spits on the glass. "YOU LITTLE SHITS THINK THIS IS FUNNY?!"

Anxiously, Max eyes Will from where he stands beside El and he meets her gaze. The two seem to share the same thought. It was working.

But the sauna's prisoner had caught on, and as the fire was rekindled in his veins, he shifted nervously again; eyes darting once more around the room before landing on the two.

"OPEN THE DOOR!" They all flinch when he throws himself against the window in a fury. He was growing more frantic. And he wasn't stopping. "OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN THE DOOR!" He pressed his nose against the glass, showcasing his darkening eyes. "OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR!"

The fire was now ablaze, the blood in his veins felt as if it was actually boiling, cooking him from the inside out and he finally collapsed on the sauna floor with a groan. Will took that as his cue and raced to the thermometer on the wall where the needle rested at the end.

"We're at two-twenty,"

When he returned to El's side, a great wail reverberates from within the sauna followed by a great many thumps.

"It's not my fault," he weeps, catching them all by surprise. "It's not my fault, it's not my fault, Max. I promise it's not my fault."

With a pounding and aching heart, Max crept towards the sauna door. Many eyes darted after her, fearfully, dealing between her and the only barrier protecting her from what lay inside.

"What's not your fault, Billy?" She asks.

When she peers behind the foggy glass, her heart threatens to split in two; he sits before her on the tile floor, beads of sweat blending with his tears and his hands glued together in plea as he looks up at her.

"I've done things, Max," he sobs, his voice threatening to break. "Really b... bad things and I didn't mean to."

As Billy peers up at his sister now, he can feel himself slipping again. He tries so hard to hold onto that sliver of himself, drifting away into the dark. His hands wring together as he pleads, his nails raking into his skin to stop himself - to stop Him - from winning.

His sanity was slipping and everything in him was screaming for him to do violent, inhumane things to the girl before him but he fought it. Billy knew he didn't have much time, and it was getting harder to think. And Billy spat the words from his tongue before he considers the repercussions from the shadow.

"He made me do it,"

Max was certain she knew the answer now. She knew it even as she stood in the living room facing her brother just twenty-four hours ago. But she had let herself believe the tempting lie over the bitter truth that the Shadow Monster had not gotten Billy. But she knew she had to. And so she asked.

"Who made you do it?"

Fear flashed in his eyes as he wept. He looked as something was trying to stop him, and Max knew very well something was, but he managed the words anyway; unknown to all, his final warning. The words that confirmed all their darkest fears and chilled their bones.

"I don't know, it was like a shadow. A giant shadow,"

Y/n's heart leaps into her throat, and her brows knit together in a curious frown when she sees El and Will meet eyes in matching grave expressions. They share a knowing look and nod, and silently they form a wall, herding Y/n behind them. It was likely they had made a prior agreement, she realizes, but her worries still remained on her other best friend inches from the glass.

"Please, Max," Billy weeps.

"What did he make you do?" Max asks through a wavering voice.

"It's not my fault," He cries suddenly, sinking into the sauna bench. "okay, Max?! Please! Please!"

At the sound of his broken cries, Max's eyes squeeze shut, and hot tears slide down her cheeks as she faces the small window. Her heart is torn, but she tries to remain strong.

"Please, believe me, Max! I tried to stop him, okay? I did."

He's trying even now, but the darkness is closing in. Her tearful face is blurring from his vision and he's losing the grip on his body without realizing it. He can already feel the shadow breaking free from his hold when his arm creeps across the tile floor without his permission.

"Please, believe me, Max. Please believe me,"

Swallowing the lump in her throat, she reaches out to Billy; her hand on the glass and speaks through her breaking voice.

"Billy, it's gonna be okay,"

The darkness was spreading to his vision, closing in on his sister and he knew he had only moments. They had only moments. There was no telling when the shadow would let him resurface. As Billy disappeared, he spoke what little warning he could before the shadow stole his voice.

"Max please..." -get away, his mind screams. But the words didn't come. Go away. Get out while you can.

She hadn't heard him. It was too late. The hand that lied hidden beneath the sauna bench, had already found a weapon.

"It's gonna be okay, we want to help you," Max swears through stinging tears.

His fingers curl around the broken and jagged tile.

"We want to help you. You just have to talk to us, okay? You have to talk us."

All too well indeed. He felt it even now.

Will's eyes had never left the sauna door, drilling holes through the glass even when the man had collapsed to the ground. Billy's haunted cries had reached Will in a way it never could the others. He knew the feeling all too well.

An unnatural chill zapped the air despite the muggy atmosphere and his whole body seized up. His hair stood on end and the skin over his body tightened, goosebumps breaking out out all over his skin.

He's activated.

-"What?"

Will has little time to look at Mike and Y/n and realize he had uttered the words aloud before looking back to Max.

"Max, get away from the door," he cautions.

Taken by surprise at his sudden request, Max hesitates. "What?"

"GET AWAY FROM FROM THE DOOR! NOW!"

Max had barely heeded Will's warning when the glass burst inches from her face as Billy hurled his arm through the window. El jumped back, sweeping both her arms in an effort to protect her friends. And with miraculous timing, Max had dove to the left just in time to escape the confetti of glass shards but her arm had not been so lucky.

While he had dropped his tile shard his hand had caught her bandaged forearm in his iron grasp and yanked. She yelped in pain, using the traction of her shoes against the linoleum to keep herself away.

"LET ME OUT, YOU BITCH!" He howls, tugging her arm as she attempts to pry and claw her way free. "I'LL FUCKING GUT YOU!"

"NO!" Came the sudden angered cry of Y/n Henderson as she forcibly broke free from the wall El and Will had created. She pushed their shoulders aside and sprinted forward, throwing her hand out before her. "LET HER GO!"

A powerful blasts burst forth from her palm and Billy cried out, yanking his hand back. He withered for only a moment, a loud hissing breath sucked in from between his clenched teeth as he visibly shook in anger. His hair was still dripping and it hung like a dark curtain over his eyes, but she could see it - they all could. The whites of his eyes were harder and harder to see as he looked upon his festering arm.

Max had scrambled away from the wall, back into the safety of El and Y/n's protection but Y/n didn't flinch.

He was pissed, but so was she.

In an instant, he throws his head up to look at her, his drenched curls landing on top of his head and draping over his seething face. His darkened eyes locked on her, his gritted teeth clenched so hard his entire body shook with fury. His expression finally matched his eyes from the previous night and confirmed to Y/n it had been the Mind Flayer to have spoken to her at Heather's. Never Billy.

What followed next, had unfolded all at once.

His screams return and he bangs his fist against the door once before yanking out the lead pipe and chucking it at Y/n.

She ducks just in time, and El swipes it out of the way, sending it flying into the wall with the flick of her head before it could hurt any of the others. And Lucas releases the pull on his wrist rocket he had trained on the man since he scrambled to load it when the glass first broke.

With an audible snap, the ammo was released and sent flying into its target; crashing into Billy's forehead.

A second time he was sent tumbling to the sauna floor, disappearing from their view with an even louder thump.

"Y/n, come on!" Lucas cried.

She wasted no time, scurrying back to the safety of her friends who engulfed her into their surrounding figures. Their heads all snap towards the ceilings when the hum of the lights grow stronger and everything begins to flicker.

Billy's insides churn with a disgruntled choke, his mouth spitting out fluids as he comes to. With a groan, his body spits and writhes on the floor. The icy storm in his veins spreading. And festering.

Joined shoulder to shoulder, the huddled party backed up in one circle. Each of them faced away from one another, looking around worriedly as the rows of florescent lights flicker violently above them. They all close in on Y/n in a protective stance.

Billy's body twisted and thrashed on the tile floor as he attempted to heave himself up to his feet. The grip of the Mind Flayer had broken free from the barriers of his mind and was coursing all throughout his body, the dark mass staining the very blood in his veins and poisoning his system. Dark lesions broke out all over his back and arms, and black veins rippled out under his skin, all across his body as he clutched the wall. Throwing back his head, Billy released an inhuman, agonized wail before charging for the door.

A second time they all jumped, and a second time El's arms swept out to protect her friends - finally including her Max. Their horror-stricken eyes were fixed on the door as Will inched closer to Y/n, and Max spoke through a fearful waver.

"He can't get out, can he?" She frets as he barrels into the door a second time, the chains testing the pipe anchored to the wall.

Fear gripped his heart and Lucas shook his head, voice filled with doubt in his own words. "No way. No. Way,"

"Y/n, get back," El orders in a flat voice, her tilted head unblinking on the door. "Go with Will."

Y/n gawked over El's shoulder, frantically looking between the door, her best friend, and a pleading Will who grabbed for her hand.

"What? No! No, bullshit! We agreed!"

"Y/n, come on," Will urged, tugging a little harder on her hand.

It grew hot under his touch and she ripped it from his grasp. "No. I need to do this," Y/n cried, her head whipping back and forth between her boyfriend and the fraying thread that was the bowing sauna pipe; the last defense holding back the Mind Flayer's newest host.

The door stopped moving and one split, heart-stopping moment a thunderous cry barreled out deep from within Billy's chest.

The door was thrown open, the pipe bursting from the wall and expelling puffs of steam as Billy tumbled through the open door. The Party jumped back in shrieks, El on the front lines pushing everyone behind her, even still.

With a lumbering breath, the fluorescents still flickering madly above them, Billy rose to his feet to meet eye to eye with the wrong girl. With a fear-inducing glare and an overpowering sense of protectiveness, El had forcibly barricaded herself in between the Mind Flayer and her best friend.

He curled back his teeth, a growl growing in the back of his throat. He was ready to wring her neck but she simply rose a single hand in the air, and the nearest barbell rose with it. In the blink of an eye, Billy was pinned against the brick wall by his neck, gasping for breath.

Everyone watched on in a mixture of shock and awe as El threw another arm up, and the weights sunk deeper into the brick, crumbling them near his head. She was panting for breath, nose dripping with blood but she was determined.

And she wasn't the only one.

"Y/n-!"

But she ignored the Party's cries, as well as the pleas in her gut screaming for her to turn tail and run. But she couldn't stand by and do nothing as El faced it all alone - nor could she sit still when she saw the very monster she had faced the prior year, wearing the very face that plagued her dreams in her last sleep. Y/n Henderson didn't walk away. She couldn't.

Y/n stormed to El's side, throwing her arms up in sync with two large and billowing waves of heat that filled the entire room. Billy howled as the heat consumed him completely, the black veins festering underneath his skin. Across the sauna, Mike and Will watch on in a mixture of awe and worry as El and Y/n stand side by side, their arms extended as they fight with great strain and their guttural cries begin to blend.

Tears pricked Will's eyes as he watched the scene unfold, frightened not only for Y/n's life but El's. He truly feared what the Mind Flayer might be capable of in someone like Billy Hargrove. And already he had every right to be.

What came next stole the breath right out of his chest.

With a husky grunt and a terrifying spur of adrenaline, Billy heaved and broke El's telepathic hold, sending the barbell flying for their heads. With matching screams, they throw themselves to the floor, avoiding the otherwise inevitable blunt force trauma by a hair's width. He stormed to their bodies piled together on the floor. Learning his lesson and counting every precious second, Billy grabs a fist full of El's hair and drags her to her feet and off of Y/n's body. She yelps out in pain, clawing to get free but he had already thrown her into the wall she had just pinned him to. Her head collided with the brick and she sunk to the floor, fighting to keep her eyes open and vision clear but she was losing her battle.

Mike and the others cried out to her, unable to reach her but her blurring vision was fixed on the sight of Billy closing in on Y/n's body. She threw her arms up with a vengeful grunt, her skin beginning to glow. The ground begins to shake and all their hopes rise with Y/n as pulls herself onto one wobbly knee. The spidery veins adorned her eyes, lips, and ears, heat pulsing from her palms as her light began to illuminate the weight room.

And like a candle's flame, it was extinguished under Billy's hand.

Her grunts died in her throat when his hand encircled her throat, cutting off all her air. What strength he possessed as Billy Hargrove had doubled with the Mind Flayer and lifted the young girl above his head with ease.

Y/n tried crying for help but her voice was lodged in her throat with the rest of her breath, leaving her no choice but to claw at Billy's arms as she fought for air and freedom. Her legs were finally listening to her brain's signals, kicking and squirming as she tried to reach him or even the ground but they never did, no matter how close she got. Just as she had foreseen.

"Y/N!" The others cried.

She gasped and choked for breath, any whisp of air she could possibly manage between his fingers as she tried to conjure a fight, but she was losing concentration. She was losing air.

All she saw beside the white spots swallowing her vision were the seething eyes of the Mind Flayer peering up at her. And as he watched the life drain from her eyes, he hissed to the one he had been waiting in agony for all these months his final greeting.

"You."

Y/n could barely hear him over the cries of her frantic friends, nor could she barely register the repetitive snap of Lucas's wrist rocket as he sent rocks flying into Billy. But this time, Billy resisted. Out of spite, or with the aid of the Mind Flayer's mutation, none of them knew but with El out cold on the floor and unreachable without crossing through Billy, little options were left.

And Lucas was already running low.

Y/n's hands latched onto Billy's wrist, at first, seemingly trying to pry herself away as she sucked in as much air as she could capture. And as her bulging eyes began to flutter, she manages to speak through choking, gasping breaths.

"Fuck... you."

Latched hands had locked on and began to glow and Billy's eyes fell to her grip. The skin beneath her palms began to sizzle and a agonized cry grew deep within Billy at her searing touch. And yet still he held, but the same could not be said for Y/n. Like El, she was fighting to remain conscious.

And Lucas had run out of ammo.

Lucas and Will seemed to share the same thought as everything had unfolded within an instant. And with an angered cry, Will charged forward just as Lucas chucked his metal wrist rocket at Billy's head.

His grip still iron clad over Y/n's throat, Billy's head whipped to the party as fast as his other hand stopped in front of his face, catching the wrist rocket mid-air. And just in time for Will to reach him. Billy reared his arm back and smacked the butt end of the wrist rocket into the boy's head, knocking him to the ground without ever blinking.

"Will!"

Those that remained stood back, watching terror-stricken as Y/n begins to grow limp, her eyes rolling back in her head.

Tears prick Mike's eyes as the sights surrounding him become too much; one of his best friends dying before his eyes, and the two people he had probably loved most in the world, fading on the floor. And he snaps into action.

He looks around wildly, thanking whatever force was out there that the burst pipe from the sauna was near his feet. He picked it up in an instant, charging forward with a sudden surge of adrenaline, and crashed it into Billy's skull.

Y/n dropped to the floor, gasping for breath as she rolled away from Billy's fallen body. Mike towered over the man as Y/n came to, a vengeful look in his eyes as he swung the pipe back above his head.

"GO TO HELL YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"

With all the force he could possibly muster, Mike threw the pipe down at Billy's back but it had stopped inches from his face. In the blink of an eye, Billy had turned, catching it in his single fist with as much ease as the wrist rocket.

Mike gasped in horror as Billy seethes up at him, much too frightened to even flicker to the sight of Y/n wobbling up onto her hands and knees and risk giving her away. She was coughing on every wheezing breath, her lungs and throat burning but she still felt a spark big enough to hold onto.

Will had just started to come to, the sideways vision of the weight room floor showing to him two things: Billy chucking the pipe against the wall with an earsplitting clang and Y/n's heaving chest swallowing desperate, gulping breaths, the blood steadily draining from her face.

He tried to move to her, but his limbs were heavy. All he managed to do was hoist himself up onto his arms as tears fell from his eyes, slowly pulling himself along as the world began to steady. But he never reaches her in time. Billy had begun to rise, and yet the beginnings of a smug smile curled Will's lips as his eyes trailed her across the room.

Anger battled impatience within the Mind Flayer at the unrelenting children, but killing this one - the Wheeler boy - would be easy. At least, it would have been had it not been for the young girl emerging with the two hot blasts of searing heat raining down upon his exposed chest as Y/n unleashed her fury upon him.

A primal scream grew from deep within her belly, ripping up her throat as she circled back around to face him, arms outstretched before her in two taut claws. What little space he had created from himself and the weight room floor had vanished as the blasts intensified with her screams.

The fluorescent lights about their heads were flashing violently now, enunciating the matching veins each opponent bore. The buzzing of the lights was nearly as loud as the rumble of the shaking room and the cracking of the tile that sounded eerily like thunder. The two blurring bursts of energy were pouring from her palms and pinning Billy into the tile so hard the tile floor cracked beneath him.

His screams blended with hers, the light pouring from her skin illuminating his agonized face and she pushed harder. her arms dug closer to his chest and the deep and inhuman voice returned; the voice of the Mind Flayer cried out in pain.

Y/n felt the sudden force of Billy's untouched leg sweep under her own, knocking her off her feet. The Mind Flayer coughed and hacked once more, and threw himself over her as she lied on her back. His hands were around her throat again, yanking her up before slamming her back into the ground.

With the strobing, flickering lights disorienting their already obscured vision the others could barely make out Billy hunched over something on the floor. His haunched, vein painted back nearly in ribbons as blood drizzled down his back like rain on a window. It didn't take them long to put together the pieces, Y/n's name on their weeping tongues as Billy repeatedly threw her back into the tile until she steadily lost consciousness. Finally, after one last gust of power, he thrust her into the tile and releasing her throat. But only to raise one darkening, blistering fist into the air, ready to strike...

Horrified screams tore from their throats, each of them prepared to tackle Billy. Will had finally stumbled to his feet for the first time without falling, ready to do just that but something had stopped him.

Billy froze, growing horrified as he himself began to choke.

A body hidden away in the shadows that had finally fought her way back into consciousness for the sake of her loved ones

There she was in all her glory.

El, rising to her wobbling knees; the sound of Y/n's broken cries and gasping pleas for help that broke through her subconscious mind had been the final push of adrenaline she needed.

Like Y/n, El's grew from deep within as she pulled herself to her feet, arms outstretched. Steadily, Billy's body was pulled off of Y/n's until even his toes had left the ground. He was pulled far away from the young girl's body as El circled him, once again placing herself in between the Mind Flayer and the girl she couldn't lose.

Will took the advantage El had bought for them and closed the remaining gap, collapsing at Y/n's side. He breathed a sigh at unimaginable relief when he saw her chest moving with labored breaths. She was alive. Hoisting Y/n's bloodied head into his folded legs, he returned his worried sights to El just in time to see her give a great roar, hurling her clawed hands to the side and watching as Billy was thrown through the brick wall in an explosion of dust.

El's knees buckled beneath her, and she collapsed to the ground in exhaustion beside Y/n's limp body. Mike rushed to her side, steadying her arms and looking on with pooling eyes at his waking friend.

Y/n lays in Will's arms on the grounds of the cracked and broken sauna floor, her bloodshot eyes popping out of her skull as she coughs and chokes on what air she hopes to regain. Strenuous marks circle her throat from where she was previously held captive, and specks of blood drip from the back of her skull onto Will's leg. The others begin to crowd around in worry and fear as they jump in to help.

Will cradles her head softly, brushing away the stray hairs from her face as he weeps, desperately wanting to ease her pain though he does not know how. He's doomed to watch her lay suffering, her wails of anguish are strained and hoarse from the Mind Flayer's grip. A similar, deathly grip squeezed the hearts of the rest as they watched her suffer.

With flooded eyes, Will leans down and plants a shaky kiss on her forehead before resting his own against it. Her left hand comes to wrap around his wrist as it still holds her head in place. He breaks away to examine her once more, the puffiness of her swollen cheeks had already subsided a great deal but it was clear she was still in pain. Trembling, she looks out to each of them, her eyes watery and thankful. Reaching out her other hand, it finds El's, and they both let out a sob knowing the other was okay. Each sniffle tore right through his heart, and as if asking for help he looks up at his friends hoping for answers.

But they all stare at her, glassy-eyed and frozen, and that's when it dawns on them; Billy. Each of them, Will included, look frantically to the broken brick wall through which he was thrown. Everyone apart from the young couple on the ground rushed to see the young man, singed and bleeding making his escape into the trees far across the field and into the squalling storm.

Will's gaze is torn back to his lap when he feels Y/n begin to rise. Eagerly, and without hesitation, he helps Y/n to sit up. Tracks of thick tears stream down her face, cleaning her bloodied and dirtied cheeks in their path. His hand finds a home on her back, reflexively trying to run soothing circles into her muscles but she immediately whimpers, flinching. Her back had taken most of the damage, which he realized was preferable to her skull. But still, a plethora of apologies spilled from his lips, his eyes are filled with nothing but worry and heartbreak.

Y/n takes a moment to steady herself, the blood rushing to her head combined with the powerful forces inside her still hard at work as they desperately try to repair the gash in her head. She tries to smile, silently telling him it was okay, but it hardly showed. But Will still knew.

As she attempts to stand - one arm hooked around his shoulder, the other over Lucas's - the energy drains from her quicker than anything she had felt in a long while and when she blinks she realises she is resting her head on Will's shoulder.

Her sobs are weak and drawn out in her taxed state, yet they still demand to be heard even buried in Will's chest. The pain of seeing her this way makes him feel as if he has been torn in two, and yet worse, he knows it's dwarfed in comparison to whatever she is enduring. All he can do is hold her close, and hold her gently, assuring her safety.

Will wishes more than anything to take her pain away, and how cruel of fate to deprive him of this.

With the aid of Will and Lucas, Y/n hobbled to the gaping hole in the brick where Billy had disappeared. Her shoulders rose and fell as she attempted even know to even her breathing, her haunted glare stretching out across the dark and stormy night where the Mind Flayer had made his second escape.

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"The girl, was it her?"

Heather's voice cuts through the silence is Brimborne as she sat opposite Billy.

"Yes," he answers with a hiss, eyes darting to the handprints seared into his skin. "Yes it was her, and she knows now. She knows about me. They both do."

Heather's hand and the cool wet handkerchief it holds reaches for his blistered wrists but finds her own entrapped in an instant but neither of them blink.

"She could have killed me." He asserted.

"Yes," she says. "But not us."

She looks out onto the darkened sea of the warehouse, where the very rot of the Mind Flayer had seeded and spread and multiplied. And the numbers were still climbing. Waiting, out in the shadows for their noble sacrifice to the monster of flesh bone known as the Mind Flayer.

Or more specifically, the Mind Flayer's army.

"Not us."

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under the mistletoe, watching the fire glow day 13: princess

Character A’s little sibling/child wants to meet their favorite celebrity/writer/person for Christmas. Character B is said “Christmas Present” ,, percabeth. for that one anon

Percy can honestly say that he didn’t think this would end up happening.

When he had sent her a message, it had been done absentmindedly, fully expecting it to be ignored. He’s well aware that celebrities don’t respond to people like him, but it was Christmas, Estelle was on his last nerve, and he figured that he could at least try.

Somehow, all of that ends with him meeting up with a super hot Hollywood actress.

As Percy holds Estelle’s hand, who can’t stop bouncing excitedly, he thinks back to that moment. Estelle’s dramatic cry of meeting the princess in the live action remake of Barbie and the Twelve Dancing Princesses had gotten to the point that he decided he was done and took things into his own hands.

It went something like him sending her, hey so my little sister is being annoying about the barbie movie and won’t shut up so can you come meet her so I can get a moment of peace?

When she responded, yeah sure when and where, he thinks he may have had a heart attack. It was surreal, setting up a mini meet and greet through instagram dms of all things, but it worked well enough because here he was, looking out for Annabeth.

“Where’s the princess!” Estelle demands, and Percy wants to bang his head into a wall. She’s practically screaming, and she’s pulling on his arm so arm that it may fall off.

“I don’t know,” he tells her.

“Find her.”

“Estelle. I don’t know where she is. Relax.”

“I want to see her now!” Estelle is only five years old so it’s understandable that she’s so annoying. Percy loves his baby sister dearly, but sometimes he questions why is mother had a baby so many years after him.

“The movie isn’t even that good. She wasn’t even a convincing princess.”

Estelle stomps. “Yes she is!”

Percy snorts. “Yeah, okay.”

It’s then that he feels hot breath on his ear, and he freezes, well aware that he’s just made a very dire mistake.

“Not a convincing princess?” someone whispers into his ear, a hint of humor in their voice. “You offend me.”

Percy whips around, and of course, there she is in all her glory.

He finds Annabeth Chase staring at him with eyes that look much more vibrant in person. She looks small and shy, and Percy thinks she would be the perfect person to hug in the cold.

He thinks she sure looks like a princess with the way her hair falls in old ringlets down her back, and her eyes shimmer in the sunlight. She’s not even dressed as a princess right now, but he could have been fooled.

“I didn’t mean—”

“Sure you didn’t.” Annabeth tightens her coat around herself, clearly cold, and she leans down to say hello to his sister. “You must be Estelle!”

Estelle gives her a wide grin, and Percy doesn’t think he’s ever seen her so happy before. “I am!”

“You look like a princess,” Annabeth tells her, bopping her on the nose gently. “You could be one of my sisters!”

Estelle’s eyes go wide. “You think so?”

“Of course I do, silly,” and wow, even her voice is elegant. Percy’s starting to think that maybe she really is a princess. He considers bowing to her.

“My brother says he’s your friend and that’s how he got you here,” she says, crossing her arms. Percy shoots his sister a look as she continues saying, “Is that true? My brother is a loser so I think he’s lying.”

“You don’t think your brother is cool?”

“Not to be friends with you,” Estelle says proudly.

“But I think he’s super cool! You’re super lucky to have him as a brother.”

Percy can see the change in Estelle’s demeanor having just got told that her brother is cool. Percy knows full and well that she’s about to suck up to him because her idol told her to, and that’s what children do. It makes him want to stick his tongue out at her as though saying told you so, and he would have if Annabeth wasn’t standing right there to see it.

“I’m kidding,” Estelle swears. “I play with him all the time,” which is a blatant lie.

When Estelle is no longer looking, Annabeth gives him a wink and mouths you’re welcome. Percy feels his face turn red because despite not loving the Barbie movie, he’s still all over everything else she’s been in, which is a lot. She’s practically royalty, and she’s talking to him. He’s breathing the same air as her.

At some point, they migrate over to a set of chairs outside the park they’re in. It’s pretty cold with the snow falling around them, but Estelle is vibrating with excitement to the point that he wouldn’t be surprised if she generated her own heat. Percy sits to the side, letting his sister have her moment. As entranced as he feels by the celebrity sitting in front of him, he knows that he probably shouldn’t show it, risking further teasing from both parties.

Annabeth’s super kind, he learns quickly. She laughs with her whole being and brightens up the room with her smile. She tells amazing stories about the fantasy, and Estelle listens intently. She’s so young that she doesn’t entirely realize that she’s not a real princess, and it warms Percy’s heart.

(And from the look Annabeth gives him, it warms hers too.)

It feels like hours that they’re sitting there before Percy decides they’ve had enough. As pleasant as Annabeth’s been for his sanity, he knows she’s probably getting tired herself.

“I think it’s time to say goodbye, Stella.”

And, of course, this cues the meltdown.

“No.”

Percy sighs. “We need to go home soon.”

“I don’t want to.”

Percy’s temper is beginning to shorten again, and he can tense the temper tantrum that’s about to occur. It’s just a question of which sibling is going to start it at this point.

“We can’t leave Princess Genevieve here without a way to get home!”

Percy almost laughs in his little sister’s face because Annabeth is not a Genevieve by any means. Genevieve is a ridiculous name for a princess anyways. Annabeth is much nicer for a princess. “I’m sure Princess Genevieve has her own ride home.”

“This is why you don’t have a girlfriend!” Estelle loudly blurts. “You never offer girls rides home!”

Annabeth chokes on air, and Percy considers jumping into the Hudson river and swimming away.

“I don’t want a girlfriend anyways, so good,” he says, tugging her hand into his.

“If you were a nice person, then maybe Princess Genevieve would’ve been your girlfriend.”

“They don’t date peasants like us. Come on.”

“Can we please take her home?” Estelle asks.

Percy sighs, dropping her hand. “Ask her yourself.”

He genuinely expects Annabeth to say no, so when his sister walks right on up to Annabeth and stares up at her, he is blatantly shocked as she says, “I would love to.”

It becomes very obvious that Percy ends up losing the fight against a five-year-old as he’s driving the car with Annabeth in the passenger seat and Estelle in her car seat in the back. Estelle’s continuously asking questions, and Percy is somewhat mortified because as time went on, Estelle gets more and more daring with what she asks.

Everything is mainly along the lines of having a boyfriend and pointed coughs in Percy’s direction. Each time, Annabeth would give him a knowing smile and he’d do everything to look anywhere but at her.

Percy can’t be thankful enough when they make it to his mom’s apartment, and he gets to kick Estelle out of the car. She gives a heartfelt goodbye to Annabeth and a glare at Percy before she’s out the door. It leaves him and Annabeth alone in the car, a silence settling between them.

They’ve been together for at least a couple of hours, but they haven’t truly interacted until now, so he’s at a loss as to what to do. It’s as though he’s blacked out during the last few hours, and maybe even the last few weeks, because last he remembers, he was just sitting on the couch doing nothing, and now Annabeth Chase is sitting in his car, looking at him expectantly.

Finally, she says, “Are you going to look at me, or…”

Percy turns his head like a deer in headlights. “I’m sorry.”

“You look like you’re about to pass out.”

“I might. This is kind of weird.”

“What is?”

“Having you in my car.”

“Why?”

“You’re a celebrity.”

She smirks at him. “Do I intimidate you?”

“Uh, yes.”

“Well, don’t be intimidated.”

“I’m sorry, but you’re very famous. I will be intimidated, and you will let me be.”

“I mean, I get that, but there’s really no reason to be intimidated. The other day, I walked past a mirror and actually got excited to meet a celebrity.”

“What? You just forgot your own identity?”

She smiles. “Something like that.”

Percy laughs, slightly more at ease. He’s at least able to look her in the eyes now. She looks back at him and leans against the seat with her shoulder.

“Percy,” she teases. “You can talk to me.”

“Believe me, I’m trying.”

Annabeth rolls her eyes fondly. “Do you know why I’m here?”

“For my sister.”

“It wasn’t really for her.”

Percy frowns, confused. “But you said…”

“I know what I said. The reason I even opened the message wasn’t because of her, though.”

Percy bites his lower lip nervously because the mood in the car has suddenly changed, and he’s certain he doesn’t have tinted windows.

“I opened it because I thought you were hot.”

Percy blinks, a beat passes, and then he bursts out laughing. “You thought I was hot!?”

“You are! I thought maybe it would be fun!”

“You live in LA with a ton of super rich and famous people, and you come after me? The guy that can barely afford his own apartment?” “I mean… it doesn’t really matter if you can’t afford it because I can. But that’s only if, like, this actually goes anywhere.”

“Are you always this forward?”

“Absolutely not, but you couldn’t even look me in the eyes, and I have to leave soon.”

“So you’re saying you want to, what? Marry me?”

“Exactly,” she deadpans.

“Woah, baby, I hardly know you! How could I marry you!”

“Hilarious.”

“It was, wasn’t it?”

“My point is,” she says pointedly, “I like you and would want to see you again. Without a child there.”

Percy’s brain is going bonkers right now because Annabeth Chase just asked him out. It’s even crazier because he’s thinking of saying yes. He tries to withstand, because he knows that he’ll never fit in with everything she’s surrounded by, but something tells him that she won’t mind, so he gives in.

“Fine,” he says playfully. “I guess I’ll take you on a date.”

“Oh shut up. I’ve been around Estelle all day telling me about how much her brother wants me to date him.”

“I didn’t say that, but to be fair, she’s not wrong.”

Annabeth shoots him a surprised look. “You’re not as shy as I thought.”

“Neither are you,” he counters, and it’s true. Annabeth has been making the first moves, and it’s different than what he usually sees. The thing is, he can tell this is exactly the way Annabeth is, and he’s determined to switch things up for her.

“Hey princess,” he says. “I feel like there should be a true love’s kiss before people go on a date, don’t you think?”

“Is that what this is? True love?”

“Isn’t it? You live in a fairytale.”

“I guess we’ll just have to find out, then.”

Percy pouts and whispers, “Bummer,” and then he’s pulling her in for a sweet kiss. It’s not at all him, and he’s sure this is no longer at all her either, but it feels right to both of them. Then, Annabeth bites his bottom lip, lets out a breathtaking whimper, and Percy deepens the kiss.

“These windows aren’t tinted,” Percy jokingly breathes out against her when she unbuckles her seatbelt.

“That’s okay,” she replies, smiling into the kiss. “I’m not one to be shy.”

#percabeth #percy jackson #pjo #annabeth chase #percy jackson and the olympians #my writing

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vanilla-bean-buttercream · 5 years ago

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I Might Have Adopted Two Ten-Year-Olds

Pairings: N/A (There is some Sleepmas, but it’s not the focus) Characters: Virgil, Remy, Thomas, Janus, Roman, Logan, Emile, two very annoying OCs you will probably never see again Chapter warnings: This chapter talks about religion a lot so if that bugs you tread carefully, implied child abuse, parents using their religion as an excuse to denounce neurodivergence, guns, gunshot wounds, blood, attempted kidnapping, threats of violence, intrusive thoughts, antisemitism, like a lot of antisemitism, this is long so mobile might not like reblogging it Word Count: 8,838

Summary:

“Don’t make me change my mind.” Janus paused. “I’m going to need to do some digging. Perhaps it’d be easier to pay off the foster care system Remus is currently in. That way, I can remove him from the situation and get those two back together.”

“And then what? Throw them out into the streets?”

Janus didn’t answer. Virgil watched Janus for a while before his brain finally connected the dots.

“Wait, you’re going to adopt them, aren’t you?”

Ao3 Link

The last bit of sunlight disappeared as Virgil sat inside the limousine. He kept an eye on his target and searched for any sort of opening that would make any of this easier. So far, from what he could gather, a man and a woman lived there, and there were no other kids besides his target.

“So, what are you waiting for? Go in already.”

Virgil let his head slowly tap against the window as he heard Remy’s phone texting behind him.

“You know, you’re always welcome to actually help me instead of judging me.”

“Babe, please, do you even know who I am? Judging people is like 100% of my life.” Remy put his phone in his pocket. “But seriously, kidnapping is not as hard as you think it is. Well, at least, it’s not if the parents don’t have a gun.”

“Greeeeat.”

“And besides, we have Roman. Use that to your advantage to make the kid come willingly.”

“This is so wrong.”

“Uniting two twins who were separated is wrong?”

Virgil didn’t answer. Instead, he said, “But what if they’re keeping them apart for a reason? What if Remus is actually like this monster of a kid and hurts Roman, and Roman makes excuses for his behavior all the time, and the reason they separated Remus from Roman is because the two of them were better off apart and-”

“Whoa, someone was reading up on foster care.” Remy shook his head. “Yeah, babe, I don’t think that’s the case. I think it’s something else.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“People are shitty.”

“Well, yeah, but like… nevermind.”

Remy lowered his sunglasses. “I have excellent intuition, babe, and you know I’m right 99% of the time.”

“Yeah, I don't know why else Janus would keep you around, shorty.”

“Fuck you.”

Virgil couldn’t hide the smirk on his face. He waited until the last light downstairs flipped off, and the whole house went dark. Well, at least it did, except for the flicking light upstairs, which was conveniently Remus’s bedroom.

Remy opened Virgil’s car door for him and motioned for Virgil to step outside. Virgil sent him a glare before he exited the car and scooted across the lawn.

Searching for an open window was a lot more difficult than Virgil thought. In fact, all of them were locked. Great. How was he supposed to get in now? Virgil groaned as he realized he’d probably have to pick the lock on the front door.

Kneeling down and using his flashlight, Virgil inserted the bobby pin and maneuvered it around. It wasn’t the first time he picked a lock, but this lock gave him nothing to work with. With a light curse, Virgil pulled out his tools and stared at the knob.

“Whatcha waiting for?”

Virgil jumped out of his skin and turned around. He hissed through a whisper, “God damn it, Remy, don’t sneak up on people like that. You almost gave me a fucking heart attack.”

Remy didn’t respond. Instead, he took the tools from Virgil’s hand and stuck them into the keyhole. In two minutes flat, he had the door unlocked, and he pushed it open with that stupid shit-eating grin on his face.

“You gonna need my help for the rest?” Remy asked. “Janus never said I couldn’t help. Just that you had to do it.”

Virgil hesitated. He looked into the dark house and sighed through his nose. “Well, I mean…”

“Say no more, babe.” Remy walked into the house like he owned the place. Virgil followed him in, and he gently closed the door behind them.

The house itself looked normal enough. There was a couch, a television, a set of stairs, a bunch of pictures with that phrase “live, laugh, love” on them, and-

Oh. Oh wow. Those were a lot of crucifixes.

“Do you think they’re Christians?” Virgil asked.

“I don’t know, babe, because Jan’s Catholic and even he’s not that cross obsessed,” Remy said with a shrug, “but I’m not religious so-”

A door opened upstairs, and Remy and Virgil held their breath. A light flipped on, and the two of them darted behind the couch. To their relief, however, the footsteps traveled down the upstairs hallway and didn’t notice there were two kidnappers in their living room.

“Remus,” a gentle voice spoke. “Remus, honey, stop playing with the lights.”

There was no answer for a few seconds.

“Remus! Stop.”

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.”

“No, I can’t.”

There was a scuffle, and then an ear-splitting scream. Remy flinched, and Virgil covered his ears. A bang, the sound of something falling and smashing, and the sound of a bed heavily sat on followed suit.

“Remus, stop! Control yourself.”

“NO! Let me go! Let me go! I have to- Only ten more flips! Please!”

“You can’t let him control you. You have to let it go.”

Remus started screaming at the top of his lungs. Remy shared a look with Virgil, who wondered how the neighbors didn’t call the police for doing whatever the hell they were doing to Remus because it sounded like the poor kid was being tortured.

After about ten minutes, Remus either tired himself out or got over whatever made him upset. The hissed sound of someone in pain followed a low growl of a voice.

“Don’t let the devil into your head, Remus. Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.”

Remy let his head thunk against the back of the couch. He mumbled, “Well, I guess that answers the religious question.”

Virgil chose not to comment.

Eventually, footsteps walked from one side of the house to the other side, and the light in the hall extinguished. Virgil and Remy held their breaths and waited for their cue.

“Oh, John-” a woman’s voice- “are you alright?”

“I’m fine. He didn’t get me that bad.”

“Your arm is bleeding! Don't tell me it’s not that bad.”

“I know. I know, but it’s going to be worth it. Eventually, we’ll chase the devil from him, and he’ll be a normal kid on the right side again.”

Remy hissed, “Yeah, I don’t know what the fuck’s going on, but I don't’ think it’s the devil.”

Virgil couldn't help but nod his head in agreement.

For a moment, the house settled into silence. Only if you listened carefully could you hear a child’s crying. Remus was either very good at hiding his emotions or chose to do it so he’d be left alone.

Slowly, Virgil and Remy moved from behind the couch to the stairs. They made sure not to disturb the adults in the house and headed straight to where they assumed Remus was.

Remus’s door was closed, but they didn’t miss the way the light clicked off just as they reached the top of the stairs. The bed bounced like someone took a flying leap onto it.

Silence.

Remy motioned for Virgil to open the door. Virgil swallowed, controlled his breathing, and slowly opened the door.

The room itself was practically spotless and very, very white. White walls, white carpet, white bedspread, a white curtain that flapped in the breeze of an open window. The only bit of color was the brown furniture in the room, which was a nightstand, a table, and a dresser. A lamp with a lopsided lampshade sat on the nightstand, and a table with all sorts of art supplies neatly stacked on top of each other stood by the window.

Remus must’ve covered up his head because all Virgil could see of him was the lump of his body under the blanket. He could hear the kid’s harsh breathing, and for a moment, he wondered if he was really doing the right thing.

Slowly, Virgil tiptoed into the room. His hand shook as he reached out and gently shook Remus’s body. He didn’t miss the way Remus flinched at his touch.

“I stopped,” came Remus’s small voice. “I’m sorry. I stopped.”

Virgil looked over his shoulder at Remy, who looked like he was using an abnormal amount of self-control right now. Virgil’s head turned back to Remus. He chewed on his lip, formed his words several times in his head, and opened his mouth.

“It’s okay.”

Remus sucked in a breath. He let out a low whine, and Virgil swallowed hard.

“Go away,” Remus spat.

Virgil replied, “I want to help.”

“No! Go away. You’re not real.”

“Remus-”

“I said go away!”

Virgil shushed him. If Remus kept yelling like this, his foster family was going to come in and see what was going on.

“Come on, Virge, what are you waiting for!” Remy hissed. “Grab the kid and let’s go!”

Virgil didn’t think before he pulled Remus’s blanket away. In a moment, he had a ten-year-old kid latched onto him. Remus scratched, bit, hit, and kicked everything he could find. Virgil fell backward with a yell and crashed into the wall.

Remy leaped forward and grabbed Remus around the chest. As if he already knew Virgil was going to screw up, he pulled a cloth presoaked with chloroform from his pocket and shoved it over Remus’s mouth. Remus continued to flail and kick wildly.

The hall lights turned on.

“Shit,” Remy hissed. “We gotta go.”

“Go where?” Virgil whispered.

“Remus? Remus, what’s going on in there?”

Remy motioned toward the open window. Virgil stuck his head out, and his head spun as he spotted the ground below. He drew his head back and hit it off the top of the split window.

“I can’t go down there,” Virgil snapped.

“Why not?”

“I don’t- heights.”

“Or for crying out loud, Virge. There’s a roof below the window. Use it.”

The sound of a gun clicked behind them. Thankfully Remus stopped struggling enough for Remy to move. He shoved Virgil out the window.

Virgil screamed as he fell onto the slanted roof. His body rolled, and he barely had enough time to grab the gutter as he fell. The gutter gave way from the roof, and it slowly lowered Virgil enough that he could drop down. Virgil landed on the ground with a soft grunt.

Once Virgil realized Remy nearly killed him, he snapped, “Remy, what the-”

The lights to Remus’s room turned on.

“Who are you? What are you doing in my house?”

“Oh my word, Remus!”

“Drop the kid. Now.”

Virgil couldn’t breathe. Remy's silhouette still stood in the window. How he hell were they supposed to make it out of this?

“Hey, easy pops. I just wanna help,” Remy’s voice said.

“Help? Abducting a foster child is helping? I don’t know what kind of help you think we need, but I think it’s you who needs help. Back away from the window before I shoot.”

“No! You’ll hit Remus!”

“Mary, get out of here and call the police.”

“Wait, Mister, can’t we just talk about this?”

Virgil didn’t know what to do. He paced back and forth on the front lawn. Did he leave Remy? Did he call Janus and tell him what happened? Did he go into the house and help? Would he even be any help? It was his fault Remy was trapped inside with a man who apparently had some sort of gun.

Virgil spied the open door. He saw a woman coming down the stairs, the same woman that pushed Roman out of the doorway the other night. She caught eyes with Virgil on the front lawn. Virgil made a mad dash to the door and stopped it right before she could close it.

“John! John, there’s another one!”

Virgil cursed. The woman pushed equally as hard on the door as Virgil was, causing a stalemate that would probably break the door before Virgil was allowed inside.

“Mary, are you alright?”

“No!” she grunted as she pushed on the door. “He’s hurting me!”

“Bullshit,” Virgil snapped. He got a burst of strength that forced the door open. The woman screamed as Virgil got the upper hand. She bolted for the phone. Virgil chased after her. The two fought for control of the poor electronic device caught in the middle of a life or death game of tug of war.

Remy’s voice called out, “Look I don’t wanna hurt you, so why don’t you just drop the gun and let me go.”

“Don’t shoot!”

Wait, what was Remy doing? Virgil froze long enough for the phone to slip out of his hands. The woman slammed the phone’s end as hard as she could into Virgil’s head. Virgil let out a sharp yell, and he staggered backward. The woman pushed him, and he fell into the couch behind him.

“You stay there or I’ll hit you again!” she threatened.

Virgil rubbed the sore spot on his head. He could already feel the lump forming. He heard the woman dialing 911 before he could react.

A gunshot sounded above them, as well as a grunt in pain. Virgil and the woman both jumped.

“John!”

“I’m okay! We’re both okay.”

No. NO.

Virgil tried to stand, but the woman used her foot to kick him back down. He heard Remy quietly hiss a curse above them.

“Hello, this is Mary Johnson at 1320 West Tammy Street. I have two burglars in my house trying to kidnap my son.”

“We’ll have someone down there right away to help,” he heard the other end of the phone say. “Is anyone hurt?”

“I don’t know, but my husband has a gun, and I think he already shot one of them.”

Virgil cursed under his breath. How the hell were they supposed to get out of this?

A minute later, Virgil heard police sirens outside the house. That was insanely quick. These people must have the police department wrapped around their little finger, or maybe it was because she mentioned her husband had a gun. Still, whichever it was, they were fucked. Completely and utterly fucked.

The police car stopped outside, and a single officer came to the door. They caught sight of the woman practically sitting on Virgil to keep him still.

“Oh thank goodness,” she sighed in relief. “Please, help my husband. He’s upstairs with my son.”

“Will do,” the officer spoke. He hurried up the stairs and disappeared. Tears of fear pricked the edge of Virgil’s vision as his entire body started to shake. He wished he knew what was going on.

A minute later, the officer came down the stairs with a rather complacent Remy in handcuffs. Remy walked with a slight limp in his left leg. Virgil caught the officer’s eye as he helped Remy down the last step.

“I’ll be back in a minute for the second one,” the officer said.

Virgil watched Remy carefully. Why did he give up so easily? Where was that scrappy ball of terror he watched take down several people on the sparring mat?

Virgil caught Remy’s eye from behind his sunglasses- wait was that a wink?

The officer took maybe a minute to come back for Virgil. He readied a pair of handcuffs, and the woman moved off Virgil’s chest. Virgil sprung to his feet, but the officer grabbed him by the wrist and pulled.

“Now, kid, please don’t make this hard on yourself,” the officer spoke. His grip was surprisingly light for someone who was about to throw Virgil in the back of his car. Virgil twisted, but the officer grabbed his other arm and locked it behind his back. He grabbed the top of Virgil’s left arm and gave a light pull.

“Thank you so much, officer,” the woman said. “And you, I’ll pray that you find Jesus and let Him into your heart.”

Virgil had enough time to scowl at her before the officer pulled him out of the house. Virgil did his best to try and struggle to get away, but the officer kept him going. Either it was Virgil’s imagination, or the officer picked up his pace when he heard more police sirens.

The officer put Virgil in the back of the car and slammed the door shut. With Virgil’s hands behind his back, he couldn’t stop himself from losing his balance. Thankfully, Remy caught him.

With both hands.

Wait.

The officer closed his door and sped down the road with his sirens flashing.

“That wasn’t bad for your first try, Virge. Could’ve gone a lot worse,” Remy said. He twisted Virgil’s shoulders and moved Virgil’s wrists so he could see the cuffs. “Thomas, babe, watch the corners. We’re both not wearing seat belts right now.”

“Sorry, Rem. I just wanna get off this street as fast as I can.”

“What are they going to do, arrest us?”

Virgil heard a lock click behind him, and the cuffs fell from his wrists. Remy pulled the metal away and put it into his pocket.

“You know I can’t blow my cover.”

“I know, babe. Sorry about all this.”

“One of these days, I’m going to make you fill out all the paperwork.”

Remy waited until the officer stopped at a stop sign, stood, and leaned between the seats. The officer turned his head just in time to catch Remy's lips.

Virgil found his voice as the two parted, and he mumbled, “Okay, what the fuck is going on?”

Remy fell heavily into his seat, and he leaned his head against the headrest. He answered, “Virgil, I’d like you to meet Officer Sanders.”

“Please, just call me Thomas,” the officer- Thomas- answered.

“He’s been working for Janus for years now covering up our shit. In my opinion, Janus doesn’t pay him nearly enough.”

“Wait, so you’re a corrupt cop?” Virgil asked.

Thomas shrugged. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”

“Corrupt and sexy. I love bad boys.”

Virgil caught Thomas’s blush in the rearview mirror. He looked from the mirror to Remy, who had this stupidly lovestruck look on his face.

“Wait, are you two-”

“Dating? For the past two years,” Remy answered. “Though Thomas and I knew each other for a while. He's been saving my ass since I started playing for Janus’s team.”

“Hey, you’ve got me out of a few scrapes as well.”

“Don’t be modest, Thomas.”

“I’m not being modest. It’s the truth. Remember when I was bleeding out at that jewelry store robbery? Or the time when Smith found out I was dealing with Janus? Or the time when-”

“God, shut up before I make you.”

“Is that a promise or a threat?”

“Both.”

Virgil hid his face in his hands. Thomas let out a light laugh, and Remy hissed. Virgil caught sight of Remy’s leg, which was sluggishly bleeding onto the backseat.

“You okay back there?” Thomas asked.

Remy let out a light laugh. “Just a flesh wound. He only shot my leg.”

Virgil snorted. Only.

Remy continued, “It’s not even that deep. It was a fucking BB gun. You would think if he’s going to protect his family that he’d have something more deadly, not a weapon you give a kid.”

“Remy-”

“I’m just saying.”

Thomas let out a long, exasperated sigh.

Remy turned to Virgil, “And what the hell were you doing, babe? What, was she babysitting or something?”

“Shut it, Remy.”

Remy giggled. He stared up at the car ceiling and continued, “Help, I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.”

“I will end you.”

“A middle-aged woman with a phone gets attacked by a sixteen-year-old streetfighter. The ending will shock you.”

Virgil back slapped Remy’s arm with his hand, and Remy laughed harder. Thomas shook his head and slowed to a stop at a stop sign. Virgil put his cheek in his hand and stared out the window. For a while, the ride died down into a comfortable silence.

Remy clicked his tongue and mumbled, “Though, you know, Janus is gonna be mega pissed when he finds out what happened.”

Virgil sucked in a harsh breath through his teeth.

How was he supposed to tell Janus he screwed up this bad? Worse, how was he supposed to tell Roman?

Virgil let his forehead rest against the window glass.

“Yeah, I’m screwed.”

The office held no noise as the three entered the building at 1 in the morning. Remy looked over at Thomas, who stared back. The two of them seemed to have a conversation Virgil couldn’t hear.

That’s okay. Virgil was having too much of a screaming match in his own head to worry about them.

“So, you think Janus is awake?” Remy asked. “Bet he went to sleep with the kid.”

“You think he would?” Thomas asked.

“Mmm yeah. He wouldn’t just let Roman run around by himself. And besides, you should’ve seen them earlier when they were watching Disney movies together.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

Remy unlocked Janus’s door. The quiet office was dark save for the computer light. Huh, Janus usually turned that off.

“You two go up and tell Jan what happened. I’m going to shut down his computer.”

Thomas gave Remy a look but didn’t argue. Virgil swallowed hard. His entire body started to shake as he walked up the stairs. Thomas put a hand on Virgil’s shoulder, making Virgil jump.

“One step at a time, kiddo,” Thomas said.

Virgil scowled. “I’m not a kid.”

Thomas answered with a smile. The two of them continued up the stairs. Hopefully, Janus was asleep and Virgil would have to deal with this in the morning.

The door at the end of the stairs towered over Virgil. All the blood ran out of his face, and it started to tingle. He couldn’t move his hand from the railing to turn the handle. Lucky for him, Thomas did. The door cracked open. Now, if only Virgil could get his legs to move.

Thomas moved around Virgil and went in first. Knowing Thomas was in there alone gave Virgil enough courage to follow him in. What was Janus’s room going to look like? Were there going to be trophies from his victims all over? Would there be a blood-stained carpet? Would there be people tied up in the corner begging behind a gag to escape? Virgil squeezed his eyes shut as he climbed the last step. Slowly, slowly, he cracked an eye open to peek.

Well, whatever Virgil expected to see when he walked into Janus’s room was not… this.

Piled on the bottom of the bed was a group of pillows. Two people were curled together, and it took Virgil a moment to realize it was both Janus and Roman. Their foreheads were pressed together, and Janus had one arm wrapped protectively around Roman's waist.

For a moment, Virgil forgot how scared he was, the feeling of awe taking over his heart.

“Maybe we should come back later,” Thomas whispered.

Virgil nodded his head in agreement. He and Thomas backed out of the room. Thomas closed the door, and Virgil practically fell down the stairs trying to get as far away from Janus as he could.

“Hey, Thomas, come here,” Remy whispered.

Thomas walked down the rest of the steps, his brow raised in curiosity. “What’s up, Rem?”

Both Thomas and Virgil stood behind Janus’s computer chair. Remy leaned back, his eyebrows lining his sunglasses.

“Anyone at the precinct hear of a virus called “Unknown” in people’s inbox?”

Upon closer inspection, the email that Janus was using had three different emails, all with sender “Unknown” and no subject.

Thomas hummed before he replied, “No, nothing that I’ve heard.”

Remy gave a hummed reply before he hit delete on all the messages. “Better safe than sorry. I’ll tell Jan about it when I get back.”

“Back?” Virgil rose a brow. “Where are you going?”

“Thomas’s house.”

Thomas’s eyebrows rose to his hairline. “Wait, you are?”

Remy stood from the computer chair. He pushed it in and slowly walked over to Thomas. Thomas didn’t back away.

“You roughly locked me in handcuffs earlier today and you think you’re going to get away with it?” Remy grabbed Thomas’s tie and pulled Thomas down to his level. “That’s unacceptable babe. You can’t tease me and then expect me to sleep peacefully tonight. At least, not without your permission, sir.”

Thomas smirked before he closed the gap between them in a kiss.

Virgil gagged before he hurried toward the exit. He could hear Remy and Thomas laughing at him as he headed toward the third-floor elevator.

Virgil never felt so thankful to have a bed. He collapsed onto it, not even bothering to get out of his clothes. He did, however, kick his shoes off.

Within moments, Virgil forgot he even had shoes.

Virgil woke up to the sound of his cell phone ringing. He groaned. What time was it? Virgil flipped over onto his back so he could grab the phone in his pocket. Virgil blinked at it.

6:30 in the morning. He only got like 5 hours of sleep. Great.

However, seeing Janus’s name on the screen made Virgil wake up pretty quick. He hit the answer button and brought it to his ear.

“What?” Virgil’s tired voice mumbled.

“Hey Virgil-” Oh, Roman- “did you sleep well?”

Virgil rubbed a hand over his face. “Not really, no.”

“Oh. Did you have a lovely evening?”

Virgil stifled a yawn. ��Eh.”

“Can you come up to my office? There’s something I’d like to discuss.”

Virgil blinked. What?

“Wait, no, can you come to Janus’s office? We need to discuss.” Roman giggled.

If Virgil listened closely, he could hear Janus talking to Roman on the other side of the phone.

“Aren’t you a little young to be practicing to be a crime boss?” Virgil asked as he sat up a little straighter.

Roman didn’t reply. Virgil narrowed his eyes. The other side of the phone crackled, and Janus’s voice spoke next.

“I know you’re probably tired from your endeavor last night, but I believe you have something to report to me.”

“Oh,” Virgil’s stomach filled with dread.

“And I know Roman wants to hear all about it.”

Virgil’s stomach flipped. “Uh-”

“Good to hear. I expect you in my office within the next fifteen minutes. Don’t be late.”

The phone clicked off before Virgil could argue. Virgil stared down at the phone. Did Janus already know? He wouldn’t put it past him. Janus had an odd way of finding out everything that went on in his ring.

Virgil looked in the mirror, realized that “tired” was just how he was going to present himself today, and walked out of his room. As he was leaving, he turned the corner and bumped into someone. Paper scattered everywhere.

“Shit, sorry,” Virgil mumbled.

“It’s alright, Virgil. I should’ve watched where I was going.”

Virgil swallowed hard and scampered to help pick up the papers thrown all over the floor. That’s right. Emile would be way more active today. Great.

“You okay there, Virge? You look awfully tired, and-”

“I’m fine,” Virgil growled. He shoved the papers into Emile’s arms and hurried down the hall.

“Oh, okay,” Emile’s voice called out. Virgil didn’t wait around to hear the rest of Emile’s statement. He pressed the elevator up button at least five times before the doors finally opened.

Virgil let his whole body fall against the elevator. How the heck was he supposed to tell Janus about everything that happened?

The doors opened, and Virgil walked out. He headed toward Janus’s office, his body going numb once again as he headed to the door. Virgil’s hand shook as he rang the doorbell.

“Enter,” Roman’s voice called through the intercom. At least he was having a fun time.

Virgil slowly opened Janus’s door. Roman sat in Janus’s chair once again, and Janus hovered over the back of it. However, Roman leaped out of the chair as soon as Virgil closed the door. He looked around, then deflated.

“Where’s Remus?” Roman asked.

Virgil swallowed hard. “Uh, I… he’s…”

“You didn’t get him, did you?” Roman asked.

Virgil couldn’t look Roman in the eye. He slowly shook his head no. There was a pause before Janus's voice spoke.

“Roman, would you go upstairs for a moment?”

"Um, I’d like a witness,” Virgil argued, but Janus’s cold glare cut him off. He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood.

“But I want to know what happened,” Roman whined.

“I’ll tell you all about it when I get upstairs. Virgil and I need to discuss an adult topic right now, okay?”

Roman crossed his arms. “I’m not a little kid anymore.”

“I know you’re not, but I promise I’ll tell you all about it when I get upstairs.”

Roman held out his pinky with an irritated scowl on his face. Janus sighed, his lips pulled into a soft smile, and looped his own pinky finger around Roman’s finger. It seemed to satisfy Roman for now, who climbed up the stairs. All sound silenced.

“And no sitting on the top stair, you sneak,” Janus called out.

A high pitch squeal answered before Janus’s door slammed closed. Again, all sound silenced.

Janus’s harsh sigh followed seconds later. He sat down in his computer chair and cracked his knuckles. Janus looked over his computer monitor before he gave a strict, “Sit.”

Virgil didn’t realize he sat down in the chair. His whole body tingled, and he couldn’t swallow the lump in his throat.

Janus pressed his fingertips together. All he did was stare. Virgil wasn’t sure what he wanted more: Janus to get it over with and kill him already or keep staring just so he could have a few more seconds to live.

“So, the job went well, I’m guessing?” Janus asked.

“I can ex-”

Janus held up a hand. Virgil blinked. He couldn’t believe Janus could stop people just by holding up a hand until he experienced it himself.

Janus spoke, “You don’t need to explain. Thomas forwarded the police report he filled out to me for my approval at four-thirty this morning. I’m guessing you know who Thomas is by now. Apparently, you not only alerted Remus’s family that you were in the house, which is going to make it more difficult for us to get Remus out, but you also got Remy shot. What do you have to say for yourself?”

Virgil swallowed hard. He opened his mouth to reply, closed it, and tried again. “I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing. How the hell did you expect me to pull this off? You should’ve just had Remy do it.”

“Maybe I should have.” Janus rubbed small circles on his forehead.

Virgil got a burst of courage in his chest before he shot back, “I don’t know what else you were expecting. I don’t have training in this. Did you really think I could just kidnap a kid?”

“You had no problem picking that money out of my pocket.”

“Kidnapping a real-live-fighting-back human being is not the same as pulling a wallet out of someone’s pocket. I have a shitton of practice at pickpocketing. Do you know how many rich fucks I’d pickpocket every week?”

“I can only imagine.”

“And besides, I didn’t make it out of there without being injured either. The kid attacked me like a wild honey badger.” Virgil lifted his jacket sleeve up to show the multiple scratches and broken skin underneath. They weren't deep, but a few teeth marks were red and visible. Not to mention, his head still hurt and probably had a huge bruise on it from where the woman hit him on the phone.

“Alright,” Janus said and let out a long sigh. “Alright, Virgil.”

Virgil’s head snapped up. He watched Janus deflate into his chair as he held up his head with his thumb, index, and middle finger.

“I’ll fold. Maybe sending you in was a bit harsh on my part.”

“You think?”

“And then what? Throw them out into the streets?”

Janus didn’t answer. Virgil watched Janus for a while before his brain finally connected the dots.

“Wait, you’re going to adopt them, aren’t you?”

Janus’s eyes snapped over to Virgil. His eyes were neither cold nor warm, and he let out a giant huff. Virgil couldn’t help the small crack of a smile that pulled at the edge of his lips.

“I’m right, aren’t I? You’re thinking about adopting Roman and Remus.”

Janus snapped, “Don’t think this means I’m going soft. I don’t see an option where the two of them can be together unless I pay the police department to free their father. However, it’s not like I know the kids are going to be safe after it happens. All it would take is one more wrong glance, and he’d be thrown back into jail, and I don’t want to keep paying bail for someone they keep throwing into jail on purpose.”

“Can’t you just get Thomas to do something about it?”

“Thomas can’t be everywhere, Virgil. Besides, while he’s not the only officer I have wrapped around my finger, I can’t control them all, or else this city would be run a lot differently.”

Virgil quieted at that. He stared down at his knees and let out a long sigh through his nose.

Janus thought for a moment before he continued, “Do me a favor and watch Roman for the rest of the day. I’m going to be terribly busy, and I don’t… you know what, why don’t you introduce him to Logan and Emile?”

Virgil’s head snapped up at that. His mouth must’ve opened in shock because Janus walked over and gently closed his jaw with a finger. His finger kept tipping Virgil’s head back until they were staring at each other straight in the eye. Janus studied Virgil a moment before he spoke.

“And, if you think this means I’m going to go easy on you the next time I give you an assignment, I’d start writing your will now.”

Virgil swallowed hard, but he had to admit, the familiar feeling of dread didn’t carve as deep into his stomach as it had the first few times Janus threatened him like this. Perhaps he was just getting used to it.

Janus let go of Virgil’s jaw, and he walked toward the steps. He continued, “Wait right there. I’m going to get Roman now.”

Virgil did as he was told. The clock ticked the silence away. Eventually, Roman slowly stomped down the stairs, a disheartened look on his face. He glared over at Virgil, and Virgil shot back a glare of his own.

“Make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid,” Janus instructed.

Virgil glanced from Janus to Roman and back at Janus again. He stood, and after following Roman out of the room, Roman bolted toward the elevator.

“Hey!” Virgil yelled. Roman didn’t look back. Virgil took off after him, leaving some very confused gang members staring at the odd sight. Roman crashed into the elevator doors and repeatedly hit the down button. He squealed as Virgil grabbed him around his waist.

“Let me go! I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you. You lied! You lied to me!”

“Roman-”

“You told me you were going to get him back!”

“I know! Don’t you think I tried? Remus beat the shit out of me when I tried to grab him, okay? It’s not like I didn’t try here.”

Roman froze at that. He panted in Virgil’s arms. The elevator door dinged, and the doors slid open. Neither Virgil nor Roman moved.

“You probably scared him,” Roman mumbled.

“Yeah, I know I did.”

“He didn’t mean to hurt you. He just didn’t want to be taken away again.”

Virgil didn’t answer.

“I should’ve gone with. I should’ve been there. He would’ve come if I was there.”

Virgil let out a long sigh. The elevator doors slid closed, leaving Roman and Virgil alone to talk this out. Virgil answered, “I know, but it was too dangerous.”

“I’m not a little kid anymore. I can handle myself.”

“I know.” Virgil bit his lips, “But Roman-”

“You’re still going to get him back, right? You’re not just going to leave him with those villains, are you?”

“No, Ro, we’re gonna get Remus back. I promise. I’m just… not going to be the one to do it.”

Roman sighed through his nose. Virgil let his grip slip bit by bit until he was sure Roman wasn’t going to run. He hit the elevator down button, and he waited.

Once the elevator doors opened again, the two of them stepped inside to meet the rest of Roman’s new family. Hopefully Roman would be satisfied with them for now.

It took a while, but Janus eventually found the information he was looking for. After paying off the foster care organization a bit more than he would’ve liked, he was now strolling toward Remus’s foster family house to give the “good” news.

He knocked on the door and respectfully pulled his hat off his head, placing it on his chest.

The front door opened, and the woman at the door smiled.

“Good evening, Mrs. Johnson. My name is Samuel Summers, and I’m here to speak to you about your housing of our dear Remus Cooper.”

The woman’s eyes widened, and she swallowed hard. Her finger tapped on the door frame as she asked, “Is this about what happened seven nights ago?”

“I’m afraid so,” Janus responded.

“But, there’s been no incidents since. Remus has been adjusting well, and my husband and I have made sure to make sure no more evil can enter our house.”

“With all due respect, ma’am, I’m sure you are doing everything in your power to keep Remus safe. I do, however, need to come in and present to you with another issue that is connected to here.”

The woman curled her lips. “Oh, this is about Roman, isn’t it?”

“It is. Can I come in? I feel I should probably be speaking to you and your husband instead of just you.”

The woman thought for a moment. Janus was sure she’d slam the door in his face, but to his surprise, she opened the door a little wider and offered him a spot inside. The first thing Janus’s eyes settled on was all the crucifix in the house. He raised a brow. Well, these people definitely weren’t Mormons.

“Can I get you any tea?” Mrs. Johnson asked.

Janus shook his head, a small smile on his face. The woman asked Janus to wait there as she climbed up the stairs to get her husband. Janus checked his phone.

Footsteps came down the stairs, but they didn’t belong to either of the two adults. Instead, Janus came face to face with a young boy who looked just like Roman only with straightened hair, most reminiscent of those kids you saw in old movies. He even wore a sweater vest and tan slacks.

“Hello, Remus,” Janus greeted.

Remus stared at him for a moment, looked down, and climbed back up the stairs. A few seconds later, Remus came back down the stairs, only this time, he came the entire way. He still stared at Janus with a distrustful look.

“How do you know my name?” the kid asked.

“Roman told me.”

The kid’s eyes widened. Before he could say anything, however, the two foster parents came down the stairs. Janus rose to his feet to shake Mr. Johnson’s hand. Mrs. Johnson caught Remus’s eye, and she pointed toward the stairs.

“Remus, go back to your room. The adults are going to have a little chat.”

“No, please, Mrs. Johnson. I implore you to keep Remus here. I want him to be part of the decision as much as the two of you.”

Mr. and Mrs. Johnson shared a look. They sat down on the couch, sandwiching Remus in the middle, and Janus took the single rocker on the other side of the table. Leaning forward, Janus folded his fingers together and gathered his words carefully.

“Now, I have read Remus’s file since I came. Remus, you suffer from something called Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, don’t you?”

Remus blinked at him and looked at his foster mom for confirmation.

“That’s what the doctor told us, yes,” she answered, “but we don't’ think that’s the case.”

“Remus has these ticks,” Mr. Johnson continued, “where he thinks something bad is going to happen if he doesn’t do something a certain number of times. Usually, it’s just flipping the lights or fixing the buttons on his shirt six times. Nothing harmful really.”

“As compared to OCD which is a cleaning disorder?” Janus deadpanned.

“That’s right. Heck, I’m a little OCD myself sometimes,” Mrs. Johnson laughed.

Janus sucked in a calming breath through his nose. “So, if it’s not Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, like the doctor said, what do you believe it is?”

“Obviously the devil has gotten inside Remus’s head,” Mr. Johnson explained. “Flip this light switch 30 times so your brother doesn’t get shot like your mom. Mental images of raping Mary while sitting at the breakfast table. Pick up this knife and stab someone with it. What else could they be?”

“We think it’s because his mom was,” Mrs. Johnson whispered, “you know.”

“Not a Christian?” Janus asked with a raised brow.

“Exactly. Thank goodness we’re on the same page.”

Janus monitored Remus, who grew more uncomfortable as the conversation went on. He wished he could give the child some comforting words. No amount of “not all Christians” was going to make up for this mess.

“Alright, so what about Roman? How does he fit into all this?” Janus asked.

Janus didn’t miss the way Mrs. Johnson glanced down at Remus from the corner of her eye or the way Mr. Johnson put a hand over Remus’s to rub circles onto the back of Remus’s hand with his thumb. Remus didn’t look at either of them or acknowledge the touch. In fact, he pulled his hand back slightly.

“Roman was very emotionally manipulative,” Mr. Johnson explained.

Janus raised a brow. “Emotionally manipulative how?”

Mrs. Johnson continued her husband’s line of thought. “Not only did he tell Remus it was okay to have these thoughts, but he would start spewing that Jew nonsense-”

“With all due respect,” Janus said through his teeth as he leaned forward. He took another calming breath. “I would prefer if you didn’t refer to it as “Jew nonsense” when the whitewashed man hanging above your head was, in fact, Jewish.”

That seemed to shut the two parents up. Remus’s eyes widened, his shoulders perking a bit at Janus’s support. Janus pretended to look over the bullshit papers that Emile helped him compile, and he sighed through his nose.

Janus continued, “It’s come to our attention that this household may not be the safest environment for a black Jewish child, and we regret to inform you that Remus will be relocated into another environment that will help him grow into a-”

“Now wait just a minute here,” Mr. Johnson said as he leaped up from the couch. Janus followed him with his eyes, but nothing in his body posture suggested intimidation. Mr. Johnson wagged his finger as he continued, “How dare you come into our home and tell us that we are not doing everything in our power to help Remus? You know nothing about us. You don’t even know that Jesus saw Jews as incomplete and-”

Janus pulled the crucifix out from under his shirt, successfully shutting the man up.

“I go to Mass every Sunday, so please, Mr. Johnson, don’t preach to me,” Janus cooly replied.

Mr. Johnson sat back down on the couch, his fists shaking. Mrs. Johnson’s mouth was wide open, her hand raised to her chest like she was going to pull out her own crucifix but had none. Remus, on the other hand, looked like he was just given a million dollars.

Janus addressed Remus as he spoke, “Go pack up your things if you have any. We’ll be leaving as soon as you’re done.”

“Wait,” Mrs. Johnson said, his eyes filled with tears. “Don’t we get a say in this? I don’t want to give him up. I took him in when no one else did. I-”

“You do agree that Remus deserves love and support, don’t you?” Janus interrupted.

“Of course.”

“And you became a foster parent to give him the best chance he could have, correct.”

“That’s right.”

“Then you know, as a foster parent, that it’s your job to do everything in your power to give Remus the life he deserves. That’s what foster parents are, Mrs. Johnson, and if this environment isn’t suitable for him, surely you above all else would know it’s your job to place Remus in a home that works for him, and clearly, this household is not working for him.”

Janus turned his attention to Remus and continued, “But I did say this was Remus’s choice too. That’s why I wanted him here. Remus, what do you want? Do you want to stay here or go somewhere else?”

Remus was out of his seat before Janus could finish his sentence.

Mrs. Johnson broke into hysterics on the couch, and her husband sent a dirty look to Janus. Janus stood, and he took a deep breath. He put his hat on and straightened out his suit.

“Even the Devil can quote scripture, but that doesn’t mean he understands it. I’ll pray for God to grant you understanding in the fullness of His word,” Janus said as he tipped his hat. With that, he followed Remus up to his room with the smuggest smile on his face.

Remus would’ve bounced all over the back seat if Janus didn’t strap his seatbelt on. The kid didn’t shut up since the minute they got in the car. He talked about anything and everything, from his mom to Roman to his dad to his interest in art to his love of trains. Janus listened intently. He couldn’t hide the smile on his face.

It’s amazing what a little support would do to bring someone out of their shell.

The only time Remus stopped chattering was when they pulled up to the “insurance” building. His mouth dropped open, and his nose pressed up against the window.

“This doesn’t look like an adoption center,” Remus said.

“You’d be correct,” Janus responded.

Remus turned to him, his eyes wide and mouth searching for any sort of word to say. Janus opened his car door.

“If you’d like me to get Roman and you wait here, that’s-”

Remus was out of the car and running up to the rotating door before Janus could remove a foot from the car. Janus watched Remus run around and around and around the rotating door. A few people on the street watched the child and shook their heads. Janus sighed through his nose.

Well, he signed up for this.

Janus waited until the door let him in and jumped in with Remus. The two of them went around in a circle before Janus pulled Remus out of the doorway, who giggled the entire time.

“Can we do that again?” Remus asked.

“Another time. Right now, there’s someone who wants to say hello to you.”

Remus gasped, and he took off toward the elevator. Janus chuckled before he pointed Remus in the right direction, toward the hidden elevator in the locker rooms of the pool. Remus bounced so much the elevator shook.

Suddenly Remus stopped, and Janus watched as the once bouncing kid bit his lip.

“What’s wrong?” Janus asked.

Remus scratched both hands through his hair before he answered. “Thought.”

“What is it?” Janus asked. Remus looked hesitantly at Janus and turned his gaze back to the elevator doors. Janus continued, “It’s okay, Remus. You can tell me.”

“I just thought about the elevator crashing and we both die before I can see Roman.” Remus looked up at him expectantly, as if waiting for Janus to shame him for his thought.

“That would be unfortunate, wouldn’t it?” Janus answered.

Remus nodded his head. He started buttoning and unbuttoning the shirt under his sweater vest. Janus didn’t comment. He’d have to speak to Emile about what to do about that. Or better yet, Cassie. Surely Remus would benefit from a black therapist.

The elevator doors opened, and Janus motioned for Remus to walk out. Remus entered the hallway. A few people having a conversation in the middle of the hall stopped and turned to face them. Janus put a hand on Remus’s shoulder, and he led him down the hall. The people moved to the side. Remus didn’t miss the way the people weren’t watching him. They were watching Janus.

“YES!” a voice shouted down the hall, followed by several other voices.

“Roman,” Remus whispered. He snapped his head up at Janus, as if to make sure he was right. Janus gave a nod of the head. The two of them hurried down the hall (well, more like Remus ran and Janus walked fast to keep up with him) and stopped when they came across a cracked open door.

Janus pushed the door back. On the floor sat Emile, Virgil, Roman, and Logan, all playing the board game “Sorry.” Roman had his back to them, his hands raised in the air. According to the four red pieces in his home, he just won. Emile, Virgil, and Logan all looked up at Janus and Remus, all with varying expressions of shock and interest.

“Hey, Ro, turn around,” Virgil said, a smirk on his face.

“Oh, no, I’m not falling for that trick. You’re going to switch the board and say you won or something,” Roman growled.

“Roman,” Emile coaxed, “please. You’re going to want to see who just walked in the door.”

Roman rose a brow and twisted his head as far as it would go. When he caught sight of Remus, his jaw dropped, and his back straightened. Remus charged forward, and Roman squealed in delight. Remus hugged Roman so tight they fell over into a ball of giggles rolling on the floor.

Janus would deny his eyes teared up at that, even if the others were just as awestruck.

After Roman and Remus calmed themselves, they sat side-by-side, practically melted into each other. Their hands never left each other’s palms.

“Thank you,” Roman said as he beamed up at Janus. “Thank you for bringing Remus back to me.”

“I do keep my promises,” Janus said. He caught Emile’s eye and mumbled, “usually.”

Emile rolled his eyes.

“So, now what?” Remus asked. “Are we going to go to a home together? You’re not going to separate us again, are you?”

“Of course not,” Janus answered. “I was… actually, I was going to speak to Roman about this when I got back, so I… Roman, Remus, I have a question for you.”

The two boys held their breath. They didn’t take their eyes off Janus. The curiosity in the room piqued, and everyone’s attention hung on Janus’s next words.

Janus continued, “I want the two of you to stay here, with us.” He paused. “With me.”

“You mean, you’re adopting us?” Roman asked.

“Only if you want me to. I did say this was your choice, and-”

“YES!” Roman and Remus both shouted at the same time. It startled Janus, who blinked his shock away. Both boys stood and barreled into Janus’s legs. Janus held onto the doorframe to keep his balance. His lips floundered as he searched for an argument to play devil’s advocate.

“Roman, don’t you think you should think about this first?” Janus coaxed. “I mean, you’ve only been here for a week. Is this really what you want?”

“Yes,” Roman answered without hesitation.

“And Remus, you’ve only known me for an hour,” Janus argued. “You don’t even know me. Don’t you-”

“I know you’re good,” Remus answered. “I can just tell. Besides, if Roman likes you, then I like you.”

Janus opened his mouth to argue further, but he closed it soon after. He glanced up at Emile, who didn’t say a word. Instead, Emile pretended he was more interested in shuffling cards. However, Janus could see the wide grin on his face.

“So, do I call you daddy or sir?” Remus asked.

Virgil burst into hysterical laughter. Emile snorted and bit both of his lips to keep from laughing. Logan raised a brow as he glanced between Emile and Virgil, as if waiting for either of them to explain what was so funny.

Janus let out a long, tired sigh. He looked down at both Remus and Roman, who looked up at him like two lovestruck puppies.

“Janus,” he answered. Even he couldn’t keep the smile off his face. “Please, just call me Janus.”

#sanders sides #janus sanders #virgil sanders #remy sanders #roman sanders #remus sanders #dr. emile picani #logan sanders #totally not despicable dee au #janus is a very tired catholic #virgil has no idea how to kidnap kids #remy does but he's not helping #not all cops- you're right Thomas Sanders would Never #roman really wants his brother back #remus really doesn't like his family #emile's not saying a word just side-eyeing the heck out of janus #and logan is confused please help this poor child #i projected a lot more onto janus than emile because my salt towards these types of parents is heavy #June 2020

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Blood Trails [ Pt. 3 ]

Chapter Summary : Bucky Barnes fails to protect Sasha and she ends up getting taken by you. You spend the night with a five year old and certain revelations do not fare well with you.

Warnings: Slight/Implied Child abuse , use of explicit language

Word Count : 2500 + words allegedly

Link to Blood Trails Masterlist -> here.

“Yeah I know, Natasha’s out on a mission with Banner.”

Bucky was pacing up and down the living room. The penthouse suite was a mess, curtains had been ripped off the walls, and what looked like confetti was strewn all over the floor. The HYDRA soldier who had just escaped from Bucky’s hands a few minutes back had left their gun on the floor. As Bucky spoke to Tony, wondering how someone had managed to get into the perimeters of such heavily secure building, he bent slightly and picked up your gun, eyeing it carefully.

“What do you mean that the alarm was disabled? How can the alarms be… Natalia, she must have forgotten on her way out.” he mumbled her name in a very low voice, his eyes lifting and fixing on his five year old girl who was standing by the now fallen Christmas tree, with a sadness in her eyes.

He had almost lost her today; and this meant only one thing, if they had found her out, they would come again, and they would keep coming until … they had her.

“Stark, I’m getting Sasha back to the towers– “ he snapped his neck towards his daughter, who was now looking at him with inquisitiveness in her big blue orbs. Pulling the phone off his ear, placing his palm over the speaker, he smiled, “Мед, it’s okay. Go on and wait for daddy in your room. We’re gonna go and pay your favourite superheroes a visit.”

“But daddy, you’re my favorite superhero.” The little girl innocently whispered, to which Bucky just gave her a smile, “I know. Okay, your favorites after me and your мать.”

As her footsteps retreated away, and Bucky was sure that she was not within the hearing range, he sighed slowly before pulling the phone back to his ear, “they won’t rest Stark, not until they have her.” He then pulled off the phone, sliding it back into the pocket of his sweatpants as he made his way into Sasha’s room to pack her stuff before they left.

An hour later, Sasha and Bucky were seated in his ceramic blue sedan, as Bucky buckled her seat belt, before his foot hit the gas and the car slowly started moving, before picking up pace. Although his eyes and his hands were on the road, and the steering wheel, a thousand thoughts seemed to be running at the back of his mind; the most recurring of the thoughts being that HYDRA soldier’s voice. It was familiar, and he knew he had heard it before, perhaps back at the Siberian base.

“Daddy? Is uncle Sam going to be there too?”

“Mhm?” he absentmindedly turned to give her a look, before turning back towards the road, “you bet. Your uncle Sam is always there.”

You pulled off the binoculars from your eyes, and your legs carelessly dangled underneath you, as you murmured into the comms in a husky voice, “Vasili. I see them. Do you copy? I’m going in.” You sat atop the iron grills on the bridge; your eyes plastered to the car that was speeding it’s way towards the bridge where you were.

“Get her today, Johanna. I know you can do it.”

That was enough confirmation for you. You waited another two minutes, for the car to pass by you, and as expected, Bucky’s eyes never caught you; especially not when you were sitting high on top of that bridge. The minute the car buzzed from below you, you stood up, and elegantly, placing both your hands on one of the rods, you twirled your body into a to and fro moving motion like a pendulum, and jumped from one grill to another, and then, right down until you landed gracefully on the deserted bridge underneath the grill where your motorcycle stood in a corner.

Smirking to yourself, you pushed yourself atop your bike, and you darted straight towards your target, your bike almost flying at a pace faster than most of the vehicles that were around you. You manouvred tactfully between the cars, your eyes fixed on that one car that you were following and finally, when you were close enough, you slid out your weapon, aimed it casually towards the front tyre and pulled the trigger, the tyre bursting in front of your eyes, like a firecracker.

Bucky ’s car skidded left and then right, and it was clear that Bucky had lost the controls. You waited, and you watched, with anticipation, your heart drumming wildly against your chest. Any minute now. And lo and behold, as if on cue, the car finally lost its balance and hit the railing of the bridge, breaking it and plunged right into the water, with Bucky and your target inside.

“It can’t be this easy, can it?” you asked yourself as you jumped into the water, a second after the car crashed into it.

You swam under, your eyes fixed on the car, and you could see that the man was trying to unbuckle the wailing girl’s seatbelt. He was so engrossed in trying to get her out of the car, he didn’t notice you swimming towards his side of the car. It was only when you smashed your gun against his window , did his eyes widen in recognition and a look of dark, venomous hate flashed in his eyes as water started filling up the car. It was too late for him; for you had already grabbed a magnet from your pocket, placing it on the top of the car, the magnetic pull of it being so strong, Bucky’s metal arm was stuck on top of him, and no matter how hard he tried to pull it off, he was unable to. He kept screaming in anger, as you swam to the other side, and effortlessly pulled the girl out of the car, holding her against you as you started swimming back towards the surface, leaving the Winter Soldier to die.

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You didn’t mind a bit that you were dripping water from head to toe, the only thing that worried you was the faint girl that was hanging over your shoulder. Although she had been awake as you had pulled her out of water, she had fainted minutes after and you hadn’t had the time or bother to revive her then and there, so you had sat her in front of you on your bike as you had spiraled your way back to your apartment.

You laid her on bed, and placed your palms on her chest, checking her heartbeat first and confirming her pulse. When you were sure she had survived, and was alive, you started pumping her chest, in hopes of reviving her.

A few tries later, you heaved a sigh of relief when she started coughing water, and slowly opened her frightened eyes and started looking around, When you realized that she was about to scream, you placed your palm against her lips, and pulled out your handkerchief, tying it across her mouth, barely giving her the chance to scream.

“Now, Теперь ты должна быть хорошей девочкой, если хочешь снова увидеть своих родителей. (Now you must be a good girl if you want to see your parents again.)” You ruffled her hair, ignoring her frightened, tear streaked eyes as you stood up and looked at your phone that had died perhaps due to the water. Maybe with your little tryst in water, neither your phone, nor your comms was now working, and all you could hear in your comms was a static. “Great. This phone cost me a fortune, and it’s not even water proof.” You dumped the phone on the bed carelessly knowing that Vasili was going to contact you, one way or the other.

“Now listen, принцесса, I’m not going to hurt you. If you cooperate. Now if I take that off your mouth, do you promise you won’t make a fuss?” You pulled out a dry piece of clothing from your bag, and grabbed the girl's arm, lifting it over her head as you started changing her out of her wet dress. Once you were done, you looked down at her again, waiting for an answer.

She nodded.

You placed the hand on the knot at the back of her head and loosened it, taking off the handkerchief from her mouth as she started screaming, “DADDY! DADDY! WHAT DID YOU DO..WHERES MY DADDY..”

“Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you, принцесса, there are only two things I hate, one, kids, and two, whiney, mopey and crybaby kids.” You grabbed her arm, rather roughly and started dragging her down the hall, slightly marveling at the fight that the five year old seemed to putting in. No wonder HYDRA wanted her. But still, you were stronger and more trained than she was, so you managed to drag her to the corner most room, that was more of a walk in closet, spacey enough to fit a whiney kid. You pulled open the door, threw her in, and slammed the door shut.

Ignoring her incessant crying, and screaming, trying to bang her tiny hands again and again against the door, you skipped into the kitchen and grabbed a carton of strawberry milk. You lowered yourself on the floor, and opening the nozzle of the carton, you slammed it to your lips, hungrily devouring the contents of it, more due to boredom and irritation of the continuous wailing and screaming coming from the closet, rather than hunger.

A few minutes later, when you realized that the wailing had stopped, and reduced to soft whimpers, you didn’t know why, but you decided to go check on her. Maybe the fact that she was a kid, you were going soft of her, something they had trained you never to do. Holding the half empty carton in your hand, you slowly unlocked the door, and stepped into the closet.

Sasha was huddled in a corner, her knees pressed to her chest, his face buried into her arms and knees, as she continued to sniffle and sob.

“Listen kid, let me be honest with you. You can bawl your eyes out, but I won’t let you go.”

She looked up, her eyes and her cheeks stained with dried up tears, “Я просто хочу вернуться домой, пожалуйста. (I just want to go back home.)”

You almost scoffed at her words, and wondered if kids were really this ignorant, this innocent. You stood up, leaving the carton of milk right there on the floor, and stretched your arms, as you started to leave, when her tiny squabble of a voice called out, “You are a bad lady. You don’t know my daddy, my mommy and my uncles, they are Avengers. They will come for me, you are bad lady.”

“Really? Your daddy is probably swimming with the dolphins, милая.”

Smirking, you slammed the door shut as you stepped out of the closet, leaving her inside. The minute you stepped out, you gasped, like a fish out of water, bending slightly, like you couldn’t breathe. You didn’t understand but your head was throbbing and it felt like someone was drilling holes against your temples. You wiped the tears off your eyes and took a deep breath, to calm your suddenly racing insides.

You didn’t understand the fuck your brain was acting like.

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“Goddamnit.”

You kicked your useless, pathetic phone away. You didn't understand why Vasili had only given you a phone, and no other means of communication. Now you were stuck here, with a kid, and you didn't know what to do.

"Vasili, where are you?" You whispered, as you switched sides, and decided to lay down on your right instead of the left.

You tried to sleep for the next fifteen minutes, but sleep evaded your eyes. You didn't know why, you kept feeling an urge, to get up and go check on your mission.

"For fucks sake," you sat up in bed, rubbing your tired, sleep deprived eyes as you slid against the edge of your bed, your feet dangling against the side as you stepped up and slowly started walking towards the closet. The first thing you did was place your ear against the door to listen in for any whimpering or crying, but there was none. Finally, with much reluctance, you opened the door, and your heart deflated when you saw her. She was laying on the floor, curled into a foetal position against her side, the carton of milk empty. The empty closet was filled with the sounds of her soft, rhythmic snores and you couldn't help but sigh.

You walked up to her, and slowly, placing your hand under her head, and another one under her thigh, you lifted her up. Holding her against your chest, you carried her back into your room, and laid her against your bed, pulling the covers over her tiny body.

"I didn't want to do this. But I have no choice. You're my mission. I am a soldier, and it's my duty to comply." Your words were almost mumbled, and your voice soft and breezy, as you laid down next to her, resting your arm on top of your head. You didn't know when, but sleep finally took control of you, and you found yourself drifting off into a slumber.

You slept well, atleast for a few hours until... you felt someone's hands on you, waking you up.

Instinctively, your eyes darted open, your hand almost flying to your gun, that you kept under your pillow, for emergencies like these.

It took your eyes a couple of seconds to register, that the little girl, who you had so effortlessly managed to kidnap, was sitting on your stomach, almost straddling you, her feet on either side of yours as her hands repeatedly shook your shoulders. "Клянусь Богом, это будет лучше. (It better be important, I swear to God.)"

You pushed yourself up in bed, and instinctively, the girl crawled off you, perhaps in fear, but her eyes remained on you.

"Thank you for getting your paws off me. Now what is it, принцесса?" You said in a raspy morning voice.

The little girl parted her lips, as though in an attempt to say something, but she shut up again, and started staring at you from the corner of her eyes.

"What?" You growled.

"I.. I.. Daddy told me you were in heaven."

"What the fuck?"

"Daddy says we shouldn't say that word."

You slid out of bed, and crossed your arms over your chest, glaring down at the girl sitting cross legged on your bed.

"I think the fall you took, kiddo, it hit your head. You don't know what you're talking about. Heaven.. " You scoffed at that word.

"But daddy never lies to me."

You didn't know what irked you more right now; the fact that this girl was getting on your nerves, or the fact that you were beginning to get a gnawing headache.

"Your daddy doesn't even know who I am."

Sasha rolled out her legs in front of her, swinging them against the side of the bed so that her back was now turned towards you. She was a quiet for a minute, until her next words hit you like a brick right across your face.

"Daddy has your photo in his wallet.. he told me you went to heaven, giving birth to me.. you're...my...mommy?"

You didn't know why you suddenly felt like someone had stabbed you in the gut. You couldn't breathe. A guttural cry forced itself out of your lips as hot tears of frustration rolled down your cheeks. Her words were infuriating, it annoyed your nerves, and made you grind your teeth.

"Я не твоя мать. Ты слышишь меня?"

(I'm not your mother. You hear me?)

When she didn't answer, your nostrils flared, and your lips quivered, as you grabbed her by her arm and almost shook her, trying to knock some senses into her.

"Я не знаю, какую игру разума ты затеваешь. Но выслушай это, принцесса. Я чудовище. Я могу отправить тебя на небеса щелчком пальца– " (I dont know what mind game you're upto. But hear this out, princess. I am a monster. I can send you to heaven with a snap of my finger– )

The bang on your front door caused you to stop speaking, and instead, you squinted your eyes towards it before glaring at her again. You brought your finger to your lips, and slowly, you pulled out your revolver from underneath the pillow, and walked out of the room until you were standing on the other side of the door.

"Who is it?"

"Это я, дорогая."

You wouldn't lie; you were happy to hear his voice.

"Vasili–" you unbolted the door from the inside and pulled it open, moving out of the way as Vasili took off his coat, and stepped in, "Просто вытащи ее отсюда, пока я не оторву ей язычок." (Just get her out of here before I rip her little tongue off.)

"Calm down little dove." Vasili's cold palm came to rest against your cheek as he ran your thumb over your plump lower lip in a teasing way before he pulled away and went inside to take a look at his reward. An ever permanent scowl on your face, you quietly followed your handler inside and stopped when you saw him leaning against the doorframe as he studied the little girl; who had yet not seen him.

"This kid is delusional. Thinks I am her dead mother." You grumbled, failing to notice how Vasili's eyebrow shot up when those words escaped your lips, perhaps the first thought crossing his mind was whether you remembered her or not.

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penny44224 · 5 years ago

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I'm home

(It’s been a while I hope you like it😫)

Drinking your freshly brewed coffee as you sat in your office while observing the outside scenery from the window. It’s been exactly five years since you have been married to Chris or formally known as Bang Chan from Stray Kids. What started as a random encounter turned into blissful romance.

You both fought hard to keep your relationship going from the company, parents, and of course the fans. But successfully, everyone saw how much your love for one other is and eventually let it be. This is what you wanted right, to finally be with Chan without second-guessing yourself. So why are you unhappy. The public thinks you guys are living the happy married life together, but in private, you guys were struggling. To start it off, Bang Chan still works for JYP. Meaning, he lives in Seoul while he also lives in Australia which is where you live. You’ve been pushing about wanting to start a family with him ever since you guys got married but the long-distance is becoming a real issue.

You knew how much he loved his career and you support him fully without a doubt. But you couldn’t take it. Because to be honest, you were just lonely. It’s been 8 months since the last time you guys saw each other, felt each other, and kiss each other. You longed for him physically but you knew it wasn’t you say so. You accepted the long distance while you guys were dating but now being married, it was a different story.

Last night, you decided to call him up but that was a horrible idea. You just wanted to check up on him, but it escalated to an intense argument. The last thing you remember is him saying to you, “why the fuck am I still with you!” You never felt so broken that you barely got sleep last night.

Now you're in your office, trying your best to get through the day. On cue, that’s when your coworkers, Lia, Beth, and Maxine came in.

“Y/N did you not see my text messages I sent you!” said Lia

“Oh I’m sorry I haven’t been on my phone” you replied quietly

The girls were always used to your uplifting spirit but notice a sad tone in your voice

“Hey honey you ok?” Beth asked walked closer to you

That’s when finally last night’s emotion hit you. You started brawling in front of your friends while they immediately comfort you. You began to tell them everything that has happened.

“Oh my goodness, I never knew you were dealing with this sweetie,” Maxine says as she hugs you

“I don’t know what to do anymore, does he even love me or are we just staying together because of how hard we fought to be together, “ you say as more tears begin to fall down your cheek

“Don’t say that girl, you know he loves you melanin and all! You guys fought because of how much you love each other. That’s what matters” Maxine states

“But I can’t believe he said that to you, he knows I will literally go to Seoul to beat his ass up!” Lia replied which made you guys giggle

“Exactly go book a flight now and a hotel too” Beth added

“Oh guys stop,” you say now laughing as the tears start to dry

”You know what we can do to cheer you up!” Lia gasped

The girls looked at each other unsure

”THE CLUB” Lia yelled excitedly

”oh my goodness yasss, we can go to the one that just opened!” Beth added

” Uhh guys I'm not sure going to the club will help my problem,” y/n said

”Trust us y/n, the more you stress, the more you will become depressed. So let just let go for one night. ” Maxine says sweetly

You did want to forget about what happened last night so you agreed

”yayyy we gonna party!” Lia jumped up and down

”umm guys, is it ok if I invite Susie, you know she's new to town and I want to show her around,” Beth asked

”of course, she can come” you answered unaware of the butterfly effect you just created

After two hours of getting ready, you examined your self in the mirror. Your hair was up in a high ponytail, smokey face look, a strapless burgundy dress that hugged your curves and lace heels.

”Your gonna have a fun night,” you tell yourself as you hear beeping outside

As you guys were at the club, the girls literally on cloud nine. But you were still in your mood because of what Chan said. That's when Susie, the coworker came over to you

”Hey I heard what happened to you,” Susie said

”of course you did, Beth has a big mouth,” you said rubbing your forehead

”Heyy you need a drink, I'll go get one for you ” She winked and left before you can decline her suggestion

As Susie received your drink, she turned around (with her back facing you ) and dropped a small pill inside of it. When the pill dissolved she walked right toward you

”Here this will help you to let loose” Susie says as she hands you your drink

Your mind was screaming at you don't do it. But you just want to let go of all this hurt you were feeling.As you finished the drink, a rush of adrenaline took over your body in an instant.

After at least ten minutes, you were dancing on top of the bar table while the crowd cheers you on too. Your friends taking videos of you while hyping you up. That when you saw a man from across the room looking at you. The way he stared at you made you dance sexier. He began to smirk and lick his lips at you. Enjoying the effect you had on him, you got off the bar table.

”Girl what was that, you were killin it,” Lia said chapping her hands

” You said get loose so I'm doing exactly that. ” you said flipping your ponytail as you walk toward the mysterious man

As you walked toward him, he stands up from his seat. You got a good look at him, muscles trying their best out hold inside his button-up shirt, hair perfectly styled, and a smile that can light up the room.

”What's your name, handsome?” you asked

”B/W (your bias wrecker) ” he said with a smile

” mmm, you wanna dance,” you said stretch your arm out to him

He took it as you brought him to the center of the dance floor. You two began dancing for quite a while until the DJ started to play slow R&B aka sexual music. (B/W) held your waist and brought you closer to him. You felt everything as his body and your body closed the gap between you too. The feeling was addicting as you feel his lips shadow your neck and bulge on your thigh. You look up at him slowly to meet his eyes. Once both of your eyes met, all you saw was darkness and lust

As you open your eyes, you began stretching. But that's when you felt immediately nauseous, jumped out of bed, and sprinted to the bathroom. After throwing up for the fourth time. You tried reaching for the toilet paper where you usually put it but all you felt was a wall. That when your senses hit you, this wasn't your house.

As you look around your surroundings., you realized. This was a hotel! Maybe the girls and I crashed her because we were so drunk. So you washed up and left the bathroom. As you were walking toward the bedroom, you halt your action immediately. You looked on the floor and saw clothes. But not only yours, male clothes too. So many thoughts filled your head as it pounds. You finally reached the bed and saw him, (B/W) sleeping peacefully yet naked. That when you started to remember everything last night. You felt can not be described. Guilt layer 1 You quickly put on your clothes, grabbed your phone and bolted out of the building.

As you reached home you hopped into the shower. You began to break down letting all last night's mistakes and your latest fight with Chan flood the shower. You cheated on your husband replied over and over in your brain. As guilt flood the atmosphere. You felt extremely horrible but you knew you had to tell him. Guilt layer 2

As you got changed and decided to empty the trash, as you were organizing from the recyclables to the trash, you found a pregnancy box. That’s when you felt a cold chill rise. You forgot to check if you wore a condom, but you rushed out of the hotel room without asking the man. What you were about to do felt sick but you wanted to make sure

After waiting the exact time, you finally saw your results...you never wanted to jump out of a window so badly but you couldn’t since there was not another human inside you. You called up Maxine, telling her everything while balling your eyes out. Guilt layer part 3

” I'm a horrible wife, Maxine. I got so sad that I drank my feelings out because my husband said he doesn't know why he's with me. A-and I made an m-mistake and slept with (B/W) and now I'm giving pregnant. Pregnant from someone who isn't my husband! ” you cried out in pain while lying down in the floor

” y/n how did you even get this drunk in the first place?” Maxine asked

”Well Susie gave a drink, it tasted very fizzy for a drink. ” you said as you sniffed

”Oh my fucking gosh that bitch drugged you. I knew there was something wrong with her I just couldn't put my finger in it. One of my coworkers says they were there last night as saw her in the act but was too drunk to remember until this morning. I'm so sorry I should if stood by you” Maxine explain sadly

”So I'm a cheating worthless wife, who got pregnant over a one night stand because j was drugged by my co worker..” you say blankly analyzing how broken you felt. Your emotions are now numb, realizing everything was your fault. If you would have just said no all of these events would not have taken place. But the only person you can blame is yourself. Guilt layer 4

”y/n don't do anything stupid, we're coming over there right now,” Maxine says but you hung up the phone without giving her an answer

You got up from the floor and loom in the mirror. Your hair was a mess, your face, and a bit swelled from all the crying. You took a deep breath and try telling your self you will be ok. You grabbed the pregnancy test and walked out of the bathroom. Once you enter the living room, you halt your movements as your eyes couldn't believe what you were seeing.

Your one-night stand (B/W) standing with your purse that you probably left at the hotel in his hands while displaying shook expression. But that's not what you shocked about. It was because your husband was also standing in your shared living room with your favorite flowers in his hands looking at you with an expression you can't identify.

Both men are looking at you, while you looking at them thinking this was a dream. But somehow you were still missing something. Your eyes turned traveled to the living table where all you guys family photos we're placed. But there was one photo that stood out the most. It was a photo of your husband and (B/w) in a picture together, a high school picture together. Now all the puzzles pieces are now connected. B/w was chan childhood friend he has mentions you about but you never really met him until now well last night. As the final cherry on top, the guilt cake was completed of worse wife ever. It like Chan knew your realization, he heard everything you said from the bathroom since you were practically yelling and especially (B/W) too.

That when Chan began to speak

”I'm home”

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kibybun · 5 years ago

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How about a little bit of tragedy and horror. I been on a Kill Bill marathon. How would yandere l.o.v go against a bleep bleep darling that fakes their death in order to hunt them down but like Jigsaw punish them for killing her hubby on the wedding day? Plus she a yandere for the hubby?

Horror and tragedy mix so well together in my opinion! I also had a lot of fun making this!

Cast: Our lovely reader, Shigaraki, Kurogiri, Dabi, Toga, Twice, Mr. Compress, and Spinner

Tw: yandere, gore, murder, torture

Enjoy the show~!

💋How could they? How could they!?

💋They had taken the love of your life, at your wedding! That was supposed to be the happiest day of your life and they ruined it!

💋You'd make them pay. You'll make them suffer. It would be easy too.

💋They made the mistake of trusting you.

💋The league wakes up in a strange and black room that's purely white with their heads pounding.

💋They immediately take fighting stance and wait for their opponent or opponents to show themselves. They didn't even notice that spinner was gone and that there was a long table with food nearby.

💋They all jump but grow excited as they hear your voice over an intercom. They regretted murdering your soon to be spouse but they just loved you too much to let you waltz away with that trash.

💋Your voice was calm and soothing to them even though you had bitter intentions behind the gentle tone.

💋You tell them that you made this meal for them and that'd you'd be there in a moments time. You heavily encourage them to eat.

💋Toga and twice were the first to sit down and start eating while the others followed behind more slowly, hesitate but endeared that you made them dinner. Very unsuspecting of your intentions.

💋Everyone had already had eaten a decent amount of food before they realized that spinner was gone, and as if in cue a screen mounted to the wall flickers on.

💋There you were, in all your beauty, right there in HD. They barely noticed the blood and dirt smeared on you, they barely noticed your cheeks flushed with anger and eyes puffy from crying. All they noticed was the innocent smile that layed adorned on your face.

💋You greet they and ask if they've enjoyed their meal, asking how it tastes.

💋Compress, Toga, Twice, and Shigaraki are quick to say it was delicious due to them thinking you cooked the meal. They were in for a devastating surprise.

💋Your smile grows as you say you're glad. You look off screen and grab something saying something like how's it a pity you couldn't taste it. That's when reveal to the league you were talking to Spinner.

💋Just Spinner's head to be precise.

💋Everyone pales as you give a little kiss to his cheek and ask if he tasted like chicken.

💋He was family. How you you do that to their family? How could they do this to their own family?!

💋They all clutch their stomachs preparing to throw up as their tears run down their face. Half of them do throw up.

💋You interrupt them saying the fun isn't over. You explain that you've poisoned two drinks. The drinks of Shigaraki and Kurogiri and that there was only one antidote.

💋They both stand in outrage as Kurogiri prepares to open a portal.

💋You stop them instantly and say if they don't play along you'd make all them die instantly. A slow and torturous death at that.

💋They both back down and look at each other with pain and memories that would never be forgotten.

💋You instruct them to choose which one lives and to use the syringe that's in the flower vase on the one chosen to live. They have one minute.

💋A timer flashes onto screen and Kurogiri grabs the syringe and uses it on Shigaraki without his consent.

💋Shigaraki grabs onto him and starts to weep as he tries to come to terms with his bestfriend about to die. Everyone else leaps from their chairs and tries to savor their last few moments with Kurogiri.

💋His real face begins to show itself as he no longer has the power to withstand his quirk. His final words to all of them were "Live".

💋They barely had time to grieve before Compress fumbles to throw his mask off his face and claw at his throat.

💋At first it looked like he was foaming at the mouth but if you look closer you could see the maggots simply tunneling for a way out through his cheeks, throat, and nose. His eyes also start to bulge and grow red as the lower part of his shirt grows soaked with his blood.

💋They remaining four so desperately wanted to try and help him but they were to mortified to attempt to try and come up with a way to save him. If they haven't thrown up already they sure as hell did now.

💋Compress reaches out his hand as a final effort to be saved before falling to the ground in agony as he loses his last breath.

💋The screen flickers back to you as you let out a cute laugh and flash an innocent smile. You give a mocking apology and say you must've forgotten about the parasites she had placed within him.

💋They watch you in horror and complete fear. They don't remember this side of you, they didn't even know you were capable of this.

💋Toga and Twice start to beg and plead for their lives but that only causes you to snap.

💋Your voice becomes shrill and harsh as you scream at them that they deserve this. How they took the love of your life, how you'll make them pay, how they deserved this so bad.

💋They don't even have a chance to respond as a deep purple gas fills the air and quickly knocks them out.

💋This time when they wake up they were in a work shed of some sorts. Dabi and Shigaraki were attached to wooden board that layed horizontal while Twice was behind a plastic window watching Toga wake up next to a panel with two buttons.

💋Your voice over the intercom makes them flinch as you tell Toga to choose one within a minute or both die.

💋On cue two large blades turn on and start to lower towards the two of them. Dabi tries to use his quirk but for some reason it seems to be deactivated, same thing with Shigaraki.

💋Twice bangs on the plastic as hard as he can, trying desperately to save his bestfriend from having to make this horrible decision. The plastic holds strong.

💋Meanwhile Toga's cries are almost louder than then whirling of the blades as they slowly descend to her two friends. She loved them dearly and now she had to make the impossible choice of which one dies.

💋The blades are seconds away from both of them.

💋She covers her eyes and slams down on one of the buttons, leaving Twice to watch as Shigaraki gets cut in half.

💋Toga slowly opens her eyes and falls to her knees as her weeps grow louder.

💋She almost missed the fact that Dabi's board was moving into a more vertical position.

💋There was a soft whirling as something else moved that they couldn't see. Then your voice clicks on.

💋"Too bad you didn't give me a choice."

💋That's when something like liquid nitrogen poured down upon Dabi.

💋The fog made it hard to see the extreme burns forming on top of his and and slowly leaking down his face.

💋His screams of pain slowly stop as the flesh on his face drops to the floor in a disgusting plop.

💋Toga begins to hyperventilate and pass out on the spot. Twice tries to break through the plastic to get to her but there was a soft sing in his neck that knocked him out.

💋The two of them wake up on opposite sides of a long white room. The side that Toga was at had cages with animals banging against to escape while on Twice's side there was a door.

💋Toga was barely awake when your voice rang out telling Twice to enjoy the show.

💋The cages open and a heard of feral dogs come out and begin to maul her. She wasn't awake so thankfully she didn't feel too much pain.

💋Twice goes to leap to her aid but was stopped as he heard a soft click behind him. He looks over his shoulder and see the door was now open.

💋He wipes his tears and says a final goodbye to Toga as he walks through the door.

💋He enters the dark room. Right after he enters the door locks tight, leaving him in total darkness.

💋He tries to find something, anything,but he was lost in the darkness.

💋That's when he felt something pierce his spine.

💋He was too exhausted to scream or even react so he simply falls to the ground.

💋He was loosing blood fast but before he breathed his final breath he felt a gentle touch. It was poking at his face as if to check if he was awake.

💋He still couldn't as he asked the darkness why.

💋He feels someone breathing on his eat at they responded.

💋"Because you took everything from me."

Kiby~💚

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sunflowergrenades · 5 years ago

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A Mile in My Shoes: Chapter One

Tears gathered in the wide eyes of the little green skinned girl as her bottom lip quivered violently. She searched her friends' faces for a hint that they were joking but she was coming up blank.

"Why can't I come with you, Yuki? I'm your friend too, right?"

"We're gonna be inside today. You're too loud and wild. My mom gets mad at me every time you come over." the blue haired girl replied, rolling her eyes.

Hana took a step forward, clenching the stuffed orca in her arms tightly "I'll do better this time! I'll -."

"You always say that! Just go home, Hana. You'll just get in the way."

The other two girls began laughing as Hana's tears poured down faster and she ran off in shame. Her scrawny legs carried her as far as they could to her apartment. As the door swung open, it collided with the wall heatedly which drew her mother’s attention from the kitchen. Hina sighed deeply as her oldest child looked up from his phone with a biting glare.

“If that little shit doesn’t quit making my baby sis cry, I’m gonna -!”

“Stand down. I got this. You just keep my soup from burning.” his mother instructed before going into the living room to find her only daughter curled up on the couch.

“Why am I so annoying?” Hana whimpered into her knee as she trembled under Hina’s loving touch.

“Says who? Yuki Watanabe? That kid is a spoiled brat. Her mommy and daddy can buy her anything but some damn manners.”

“No one at school likes me because I’m so hyper. I try to keep in it but I can’t.”

“And you shouldn’t have to! You’re hilarious, Jellybean! You’re so much fun. You keep me and your brother rolling with laughter. We won’t change anything.”

Hana stayed curled up in her dejected ball until Hina laughed softly. She looked up a little at her mother to see that she was looking at the television. They rarely watched the news but it must have come on while they were cooking. A rescue was going on the screen with a hero she’d never seen before. With his orca features and large frame, he quickly got the attention of little Hana who was wiping the last few tears from her eyes.

“Who’s that hero, Mama?”

“His name’s Gang Orca. I figured you’d like him because you’ve always been into weird stuff.” Yosuke replied from behind the couch.

Hina scoffed as she looked back, “You let my soup burn and I’m tossing you into it, little troll.”

“Cool your jets. I turned it down.”

“That’s what I want to do when I grow up!” Hana exclaimed unexpectedly as she got to her feet.

“What, burn soup? You’re already good at that, JB.” Yosuke teased.

“Huh? No! I meant what he’s doing on T.V! I wanna do that!”

“You want to be a pro hero?” Hina asked, sitting forward with her hands on her cheeks. “Well, you'd be super interesting to watch, that’s for sure.”

“Seriously? Hana, a hero? She’s too goofy. She’s not cut out for -. What am I worrying for? You change your mind every five minutes. You wanted to be an astronaut two days ago.” Yosuke grumbled as he returned to the kitchen.

“Don’t listen to your brother, Sunlight. He’s just mad that his grades aren’t good enough to get into U.A’s support class program.”

“Can’t hear you over the sound of me throwing this soup into the yard!”

“You brat, your laptop’ll follow it out there!” she screamed as she jumped over the back of the sofa to go save her food from her son’s bitterness.

Hana giggled softly as she turned her attention back to the news broadcast. Yeah, being a hero would be awesome. But heroes always had costumes and stuff, right? She pursed her lips for a second in thought before running down the hallway and getting her crayons. Who better than to design an outfit for her Quirk than her.

Time flies when you’re having fun and the hyper seven year old soon turned into a bouncy fifteen year old. To her brother’s astonishment, Hana’s hero dream never burned out like the others. Planning her campaign for president only lasted a week and it was one of the longest run schemes that she had. Despite thinking this was a dim-witted plan, he still determined to make sure that his rambunctious sibling didn’t repeat her bad habit of sleeping through her alarms.

“Hey, are you up yet?”

Hana, who was currently wrapped up in her fuzzy pink blanket, groaned loudly without making any movement. She was absolutely not planning on getting out of this criminally comfortable bed. The deep-toned but noticeably annoyed voice from the bottom of the stairs clearly disagreed with that plan.

"Some hero you are! You can’t even make it to school on time!"

That got a quick reaction as Hana popped up and promptly fell out of her bed with an undignified squawk. Once finally unraveling from her warm cocoon, she darted to the closet to get her clothes and found that her uniform had rudely fallen to the floor. As she dusted it off, she ran to the bathroom and hung it on the back of the door. She quickly brushed her teeth, ruffled her onyx pixie cut with her fingers for some texture, and put in her silver star earrings. She raked her long bang out of her face as she inspected her face for imperfections.

As she got herself presentable, the oldest Ishikawa child stuck two pieces of bread into the toaster before fastening up the Gang Orca lunch on the counter and putting in that ragged, ugly pink backpack with unicorns all over that his sister refused to replace for some reason. Surely, it should be qualified for retirement after all these years, right?

But Hana wasn't one to throw out much of anything. She was the textbook definition of a sentimental fool. Yosuke wasn't exactly sure where she had even picked up that habit but she was almost religious about keeping anything close to 'important'.

“Hana! Move it or lose it, runt!" he yelled again as he put some strawberry jam on the nearly burnt toast.

"Don't call me a runt, jerk face. I already told you that everyone else is just too tall!" she shouted from upstairs.

He heard something crash its way down the stairs with a loud bang and sighed deeply. "What was that?"

"My shirt!"

"That was way too damn heavy to be a damn shirt." he huffed back, looking at his phone.

As she came around the corner, she was hopping on one foot attempting to tie a glittery silver tennis shoe while standing. "Well, I was still wearing it."

He rolled his eyes before grabbing her leg mid-hop which nearly sent her to the floor. He put the sole of her shoe on his leg and started tying it for her. She wrinkled her nose in frustration, to which he replied with a thump to the forehead.

"You're gonna break your damn neck." he scolded.

"You worry too much. I'm tough enough to handle whatever life throws at me." she scoffed back proudly.

Yosuke looked at his younger sibling with overwhelming skepticism. At an unimpressive five feet tall, puberty had seemingly forgotten to visit the poor girl. She was thin as a rail and still had a baby face with a button nose and big sapphire eyes. All that paired with her narrow frame, small breasts, and a high pitched voice, no one ever believed she was actually her age.

"Whatever you say, kid." He sighed as he gave her the toast and held out her backpack.

She shoved a piece of her breakfast halfway into her mouth, slung her bag onto her shoulder, and headed to the door.

"What? No 'thank you'?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow at her.

"Toast could have been darker honestly." she said, shrugging lightly.

"You can't just eat charcoal, Jellybean."

She blushed slightly, pink lighting up her mint green skin. "I told you to quit calling me that!"

"But you're small, cute, and eat nothing but candy. You're our little jellybean and always will be. It's better than that shit you used to call me."

"And that's my cue to leave." She scoffed as she opened the door.

"Have fun today, JB. I gotta work late tonight so you'll be having way more fun than me." he called out as he waved to her.

"Yikes. Better you than me. Don't forget your wallet this time." she said, exiting the apartment.

"Got it. Love you, brat."

The door clicked but immediately swung back open so she could yell back "Love you too." before finally leaving.

She wasn't sure what she did to get such bad karma but she deeply regretted whatever it was because now she was sprinting to class as fast as she could. She had missed the first bus and had to wait for the second one, so she was even more late now. As she ran, she tried to finish putting the shoe that had fallen off when she tripped down the stairs a moment ago. Seriously, what was gravity's problem today?

She finally reached the door and straightened herself up before grabbing the knob. Opening the door to the classroom, she was greeted by the very unhappy face of her home room teacher.

“Morning, Mr. Aizawa.” she mumbled, ducking her head like an anxious pup.

“Nice of you to join us, Ishikawa.” he sighed deeply. "Now as I was saying, you'll be wearing the hero outfits based on the designs you submitted."

Hana immediately lit up and the second they could get their outfits, she pushed her way to the first and snatched the case with her seat number on it. As she ran off excitedly, Ashido looked at Tokoyami who was shaking his head slightly. He was her designated best friend since the first day of school so he usually ended up playing translator for the jittery girl.

"You'll have to forgive Ishikawa's impatience." He lamented. "From my understanding, she designed that outfit when she was a little girl and she's been talking about it all week."

"That's actually sort of adorable." Ashido tittered.

"I'm honestly curious to see what she’s created." Tokoyami replied, grabbing his own case and leaving the room.

As the upcoming heroes stepped out in their new costumes, Hana couldn't stop smiling and looking down. It was perfectly in line with her drawing.

The black one piece had a turtleneck and featured a cutout of a sun around her belly button. Squiggly cuts around it made the rays. The holes for her legs were cut high and displayed part of her hips. It laid her skinny shoulders bare and was visibly backless with only her backside covered. Her shoes were simple black ballet flats with a thick ribbon around either ankle. Her hands were covered up by a pair of yellow finger-less gloves. Finally, her eyes were protected by a square, yellow visor that faintly resembled work safety glasses. For added flair, she'd topped the outfit with a headband with a yellow over-sized bow that poked up like bunny ears.

She glanced over at Midoriya and giggled as she waved her hand at him eagerly. "Hey, Deku! Look! We match!" She said, pointing from her bow to his suits 'ears'.

He blushed slightly and nodded. "Y-yeah, I guess we do, huh?"

If Bakugou’s crimson eyes could use his quirk, Ishikawa would have exploded three times by now. They were digging into the back of her head. Hana seemed to feel his eyes on her and looked over her shoulder to see him glaring at her unapologetically.

Ah, yes. Bakugou and his famous attitude. She'd managed to be at least on speaking terms with all her classmates. The exceptions were Todoroki who gave her the cold shoulder (pun absolutely intended) and the furious blonde. Every single time she got the least bit friendly with Bakugou, he’d buck like a wild stallion. What he didn't realize was that his bitterness only made it more fun for his ridiculously headstrong classmate. He'd made the mistake of making it a game and she wasn't about to lose.

"Like my outfit?” she asked, twirling around jubilantly.

He scoffed and looked away from her. The answer was… maybe? It was admittedly a cool design. She needed a lot of skin showing to make her Quirk work its best but something extremely revealing would have been out of character for her. She had figured out how to balance the modesty she needed with the design her power required on his own? That was kind of cool. She still looked like a little brat though. That was probably less about the outfit and more about that silly grin plastered on her face.

"Well, I love yours!" She said. "The grenades are super badass."

His eyes widened slightly as he looked back at her slightly. Why was she suddenly complimenting him? She usually spent the majority of her time teasing and provoking him. Their bickering sessions started from the first day at U.A. Bakugou was at his desk with his feet propped up as he insulted pretty much anything that moved when petite little Hana walked by.

As soon as she walked by, he noticed her stockings had cat faces on them. Naturally, he scoffed loudly. "When did they start letting little kids take classes here?"

She stopped mid-step and looked over her shoulder. "About the same time they started letting in annoying jackasses."

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY, YOU SHRIMP?"

She spun around and slammed her hands on his desk as she tilted her head to the side. He raised an eyebrow at her. Was this girl actually going to try and pick a fight?

Never breaking eye contact, she smiled jeeringly as she replied, "Oh, I'm sorry. Let me say it a little louder for you. You're acting like a jackass."

"Keep running that mouth and I'll hang our tiny ass from the ceiling!"

"Sweetie, you'd have to catch me first." she scoffed, poking his nose playfully.

Midoriya, who was watching this train wreck from behind the wall, exhaled deeply. It was their first day and Kacchan was about to commit a felony. Sure enough, the blonde went off and threw around some interestingly detailed threats.

She stood there taking his insults with a genuinely amused look on her face until he took a step toward her. She closed her eyes as her body emitted a blinding yellowish white light. Bakugou covered his eyes and stumbled back a little.

"SHIT, WHAT THE HELL, YOU LITTLE -!"

"My name is Hana Ishikawa." she replied, calmly as if she didn't just flash-bang the entire class. "Nice to meet you. Don't worry, the burning stops after 30 seconds."

With that, she skipped to her seat and sat down. Midoriya watched cautiously as Bakugou rubbed his stringing eyes and growled loudly. From that moment forward, every time they made eye contact, someone usually got detention.

All Might was the teacher today and Hana couldn't stop laughing at just how electrified Midoriya was. She was pretty excited too, but she was always that way about something. She was the kind of person who sat by the mailbox when her package was out for delivery and cheered for the mailman when he showed up.

What really tickled her was how pumped up Bakugou got when the words 'combat training' came out of All Might's mouth. It got an actual giggle out of her.

"Ishikawa will be with Todoroki on team B."

"Yay! Dude, I'm so excited. I love your dad. He's my second favorite pro!" Hana shouted out loudly as she bounced up and down.

Todoroki immediately rolled his eyes at her joyful reaction. Why did he have to get stuck with the class crazy lady? It was going to be a long day.

The first teams up were "villains" Bakugou and Iida vs Midoriya and Uraraka. The other other students were watching from a secondary location on a big screen. Things were already off to a bad start because Bakugou clearly had no intention of listening or cooperating. Like now, for example, he'd run off to find Midoriya and 'deal' with him, despite Iida's blatant disapproval.

"Well, I see Baku is doing whatever Baku wants and I'm sure you're all as shocked as I am." Hana said with a sarcastic tone as she put another strawberry pocky stick in her mouth.

"What is he thinking?" Tokoyami asked, shaking his head. "He's being completely irrational."

"Honestly, Yami, I'm guessing there's not much really going on in that head of his." Hana replied.

On the screen, Bakugou found his prey and was currently doing everything in his power to stomp him into the dirt. Asui made a comment about him being a good villain which unexpectedly grabbed Hana's attention.

"Whoa, that's a little harsh, Froggy."

Bakugou had lost track of Midoriya who had run away for his safety. Even through a screen, his hatred was almost visible in the air.

"That doesn't seem villainous to you?" Todoroki asked, pointing at the screen where Bakugou was apparently screaming some heavy threats at Deku as he searched for him.

"Look, I'm not justifying it but there's clearly something going on there that we don't know."

"Like what?" he asked flatly.

"Heck, I don't know! I'm not a therapist. Everyone's got a demon or two in them though, right?" She replied quickly.

Tokoyami looked over at her slightly and noticed that her eyes were locked on the blonde with a look of what seemed to be growing curiosity.

"Gotta admire his determination though. Even if his cheese has completely slid off his cracker."

"I think you're being naïve." Todoroki said under his breath.

Her eyes suddenly widened as she looked over at him slightly. Her hands balled into fists slowly by her sides.

"I'm sorry? Did I ask for your opinion on my personality?"

"With one as spastic as yours, you should be used to it."

"Spastic?! Listen, I don't -!"

"You'll kill him!"

All Might's thunderous voice made her jump as her eyes shot back to the screen. They quickly widened as Bakugou's hand ripped the pin from his grenade gauntlet with wild abandon.

"Dude, what are you doing?" She asked under her breath.

"How about now, Ishikawa? Does murder count as 'villainous'?" Todoroki scoffed.

"Seriously, Baku? Pull yourself together." She whispered, mostly to herself.

Midoriya used his Quirk to destroy several floors at once and Bakugou looked as if he'd seen a ghost. No, that wasn't enough to describe the level of horror in those wide ruby eyes.

Hana didn't see that uncommon expression as she walked to the back of the room and pulled out another pocky stick. She munched on it as she let her forehead rest on the cold metal wall. The thought of everyone watching her mess up was making her stomach queasy.

"Is everything alright? You seem a bit bothered by what just happened." Tokoyami asked from behind him.

She sighed deeply and painted her smile on her face, but it didn't hold anything close to genuinely positive. "Nah, I'm okay. Just a little performance anxiety. That's all."

"Well, it's our turn so I would try to shake those nerves if I were you." Todoroki stated while walking by.

"Sure thing, Ace." She mumbled as she followed.

She wasn't entirely sure she could handle much more of Todoroki's bitterness today but for the sake of the assignment, she was willing to try. At least, she was before they actually got to the building.

"You stay here. You'll only get in the way."

Her heart started banging on her rib cage angrily as his words unlocked a door in the back of her mind. Once again, she was just a little eight year old on the playground with her feelings on her sleeve. No, no more. Never again. Her teeth grit painfully as she ran to catch up with Todoroki. She grabbed his arm but he quickly shrugged her off.

"What are you doing?" He asked as he looked back at her.

"Just because your dad is a pro doesn't mean that you get to talk down to me like that! I'm a big fan of your dad's but I'm not just going to let you -."

"Let's just focus on the assignment, alright?" He interrupted before continuing toward the building. "You and I aren't on the same level. It's for your benefit that you stay down here."

As he disappeared into the entrance, she growled under her breath. Get in the way? No, she worked like crazy to get here! Some little rich kid wasn't gonna tell her what to do. It was sunny today so her Quirk was working wonderfully. The more sunlight, the more useful she was.The others watched as she created a yoga ball sized orb in between her hands. She processed to climb on top of it as it floated up to the window. Hana had a tendency to whatever she wanted, especially when told not to do something. While that attitude could bring interesting results at times, it also meant that despite her friendly attitude, Hana's teamwork skills were completely terrible.

She attempted to jump to her target window but the ball slipped out from under her. She gasped loudly as she clung to the ledge forcefully.

"I swear if I fall, my ghost is gonna haunt you, Ace!"

"I can't watch! Tell me when she's made it." Uraraka said, covering her eyes with worry.

"I like her fearlessness but that cooperation could use some serious improvement." All Might mumbled as he watched her finally climb through the window.

Her target barely even had time to notice her before the floor froze solid. Ice raced up her legs only to stop mid calf. She stared at it for a moment with rage boiling ever faster in her veins.

"I told you to stay outside for a reason."

She was visibly shaking with anger but was breathing in deeply. Tears stung her eyes as she bent down to melt the ice from her legs

"Man, I won't ever want Ishikawa to look at me the way she's looking at Todoroki right now." Kaminari laughed under his breath.

"She's normally so laid back." Asui noted.

"She's probably feeling a little embarrassed. She went through all of that effort for nothing. That's a bit of an ego bruiser, don't you think?" Tokoyami said, looking at the currently fuming Hana.

Bakugou rolled his eyes but didn't say anything. His eyes wandered up to the screen and he noticed that as the ice melted off her legs, she crossed her arms and stormed out of the room. He was having a shitty day to say the least but for some reason, that little pouty march of shame of hers made him laugh.

Okay, maybe not laugh laugh. Just that thing where you blow air out of your nose kinda hard in amusement? She came back into the room and noticed him staring a little. Her left hand came to rest on her hip as she tilted her head to the side.

"Hey there, Baku. You feeling better after all that? I know I always feel bushy-tailed after a homicidal rampage." She said, playfully.

"You expect me to believe a little runt like you can go on a rampage?" He huffed, looking away. "What do you do? Throw your toys?"

"Oh, my wittle heart!" She laughed as she threw her arm over her face dramatically. "You're so cruel to me, dude."

"You're just a pansy, Sunspot." He huffed.

He noticed that lazy, amused grin slowly spread back over her pastel face like butter on warm toast. The second he took a breath to ask what that stupid look was about, she cut him off.

"Sunspot? Seriously?" She snorted playfully. "Oh, I get it! Because of my yellow freckles across my face, right? Dude, that's actually kinda cute."

"Whatever, loser." He growled back at her, sulking over the fact that she made an intended insult into a damn pet name.

She bounced away to go talk to Uraraka. Now that she thought about it, maybe today wasn't all bad.

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bugaboowritings · 6 years ago

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Lying to Friends - (Stressed Marinette Fic)

Marinette is Ticking Time Bomb

With light ice angst

I’m WRITING IT!! Here is Part One of the idea where “Ladybug” (the episode) was about a huge Godzilla-like Ladybug eating Paris (Ladyzilla AU or Ladybug Monster AU?). Or just a fic about Marinette lying to Alya, if you only read this part.

Enjoy.

She tapped her pen twice as fast with each passing second. Drumming it against the polished desk cluttered with her chipped-edge textbooks and countless colored pens. Unconsciously moving the one in her petite fingers like a seesaw with her thumb. Bringing relief to her as its beat stayed constant. Much like a metronome, it combed her thoughts into neat lines. In a sequence, she could manage with. Fixing it from the jumble of nonsense that usually caused her to blank out as she stared off into the nothing.

Even when handing her pen off to Alya, Marinette thumped her foot up and down. Keeping the rhythm going. Comforting herself. Alleviating the wrinkles on her forehead while the sides of her throat made her feel nauseous. Getting hit by a sudden fever or tasting the reason why tuna sandwiches shouldn't be left in a schoolbag. Excusing herself from her seat. Turning the chair under her with a little too much force. Preparing to get a scolding by the librarian for that later as Marinette cringed at the thump it made. Alya, on the other hand, didn't bat an eye, her arm mindlessly waving bye as her eyes narrowed on the chemistry problem. Biting her top lip before uncapping another highlighter.

Marinette stepped out of the library with a big huff. She picked the wrong day to be skipping out in her studying with her chem test creeping closer and closer. However, the deadline didn't jump-start panic into her system as it once did. She and Tikki had trouble figuring out if that was a bad thing or a good thing. Yet, there was an undeniable hunch blazing in the back of her mind that wouldn't let her study even if she tried.

A sixth sense throbbing.

Ladybug intuition, if you will.

Something very bad was going to happen. As if, as if the world was on the verge of seeing something horrible.

Tikki instructed Marinette to be on the lookout. Reminding her to pick her allies wisely if the battle up ahead demanded more heroes. Marinette visited Master Fu over tea to speak on the matter. Even mentioning it to Chat Noir on a late-night patrol. Before brushing off the comment she made as a simple thought. Chastening herself as she chewed her lip. The last thing she wanting was to make her partner worry for no reason but this sense of doom made her develop a case of insomnia she couldn't cure.

Marinette was scared.

Of what? She was unsure about.

Maybe everything is getting to her. Like she was crashing from a high.

No.

No, Marinette was fine.

Other than the irrational panic, she's good.

She had a schedule now so she won't be stressed too much about commission deadlines and due dates. Slowly getting into the self-care routine thanks to Alya and Adrien.

She's good.

Though she knew that wasn't the whole truth.

Lila picked at her nerves each and everyday. Making it seem like another battle lost when she gave Mari that dumb smirk and ARH! It was so infuriating! Watching her go around like the victim when she lit the match that led to the fire. Lila was worse than Chloe. Marinette even wanted to go far as comparing her to Hawkmoth.

Marinette ground her teeth at that.

Hawkmoth has been a pain lately.

Marinette punched a number in the school's vending machine. The same that had stickers on the sides and graffiti etched on the glass. Hoping a drink will clear her head. Searching her coin purse to get something for Alya too. Knowing too well that she couldn't drink it in the library.

Shooting Alya a text to get down for a quick break.

Marinette pulled back the can tab, the sizzle of the carbonated drink was music to her ears after swallowing the cafeteria's bitter "green" juice for lunch. Taking a sip as a pick-me-up from studying, waiting for the sugar to kick in her system. Leaning on to the cream-yellow bricks that made up the walls of the school. Noticing one of the bricks had someone's initials scratched on to it.

"Girl, you don't even know how much I needed this." Alya popped open the can by Marinette's feet. Not asking if it was her's because of course, it was her's. Grinning when it saw it was her favorite flavor. Smiling a little wider when tasting how cold it was. Balancing out the sun while its rays warmed the air around them.

"I thought we could use a bit of a breather." Marinette hummed. Tipping her head back as she took another sip. "It's not good being inside for too long."

"Yeah," Alya smirked, slurping her drink. "Sure that it wasn't because of the view."

Feeling the bubbles in her drink go up to her nose. Marinette coughed into her elbow. Almost dropping her can.

"Ah- what?"

Alya patted her back till Marinette quit coughing. Her brown locks swayed as her head nodded towards the locker rooms. There, as if on cue, the fencing team poured out. Laughing with their gym bags slung over their shoulders.

Adrien smiled as one of his teammates patted his back. His sandy-golden curls were messy and all over the place. It was a charming look, really. Though he was probably sweaty from practice. The sunrays made his hair glitter as he laughed lightly at one of his teammates' jokes. Marinette could just stand there to watch. Maybe even try to grab his attention or call him out from the crowd.

Then he looked at her.

Marinette straightens up. Not caring that her pigtails were a little loose or the fact that her face screamed "fresh out from the grave" with the bags under her eyes.

He gave her that soft smile he seems to offer only her. Or that's just what Marinette likes to think. To imagine if somehow, someway, he thought she was special.

Miraculous even.

Marinette pumped out her own smile, not helping the red that appeared up to her ears. Waving goodbye a little too enthusiastically. Staring at him even when he turned around, making his way out the school's grand doors. Possibly out to where his bodyguard stood. Entering a slick black car that would take his home. Probably, reaching for his phone to text Nino about when they should hang out. Or probably just shut in a room to practice his piano.

"No," Marinette confessed. Shaking her head swiftly. "No, you got it all wrong."

"Mari," Alya cooed. Sporting a fox-like grin. Steaming up another scheme before Marinette stared her down.

"Seriously. I have to much on my mind to try and chase boys." Marinette sipped. Noticing how her grip made a dent in the can.

A hand fell on Marinette's shoulder, shaking her a bit before feeling Alya's hand skated into small circles. Knowing too well it was the same trick she did when her younger sisters were upset.

"You wanna talk about it?"

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The two girls sat by the vending machine for a while. Marinette had dropped to the ground when Alya squatted next to her. Their nearly empty cans stood by them. Trembling when a breeze came in but the leftover juice in them kept them from flying away like another piece of trash in the wind.

Marinette had a great view of the quad from where she sat. It was 4:15 and Ms. Bustier's breathing class was starting. Their meetings were once weekly only to switch it to daily sessions as Hawkmoth started acting up. Pulling out stronger akumas. Every time getting closer and closer on getting the miraculous. Every time he seemed to manage to set the city on fire before Marinette could call on her Ladybug Cure to extinguish it.

People were fearing for their lives.

Marinette felt the tension leaving the student's shoulders as Ms.Bustier told them to breathe.

People were fearing for their lives.

Scared out of their minds to think that they could be one of Hawkmoth's "champions". A pawn in his game. Manipulated then tossed away when they failed.

Marinette came to the conclusion that whoever hid behind the mask, behind the akumas, behind the destruction and terrorism that haunted France she would beat to a bloody pulp.

It was already set in stone.

Nothing could change her mind now. Not after days, weeks, months, years fighting against this villain, she has seen first-hand how it changed her community.

Emotions were a weapon now. Feeling anxious or bothered or frustrated or disappointed or anything negative was seen as a weakness to the villain. A target on your back as you felt anything other than happiness. It drained people after a while. To think that people were afraid to express themselves in fear that a little black butterfly would come down and evilize them. The same healthy emotions that were the basis for any person was now a feared weapon.

Teens, the main targets for akumas, now had this fear on their back as anxiety, depression, and anxiousness ate them up.

Nadja reported that Akuma-Safe Protocols were now implemented in every school or public area.

Alya posted safety guides to Akumas on her blog.

The Mayor released messages to the press about how they had to work together with their heroes. To stop this dumpster fire that seems to grow each and everyday.

And the person stopping from Paris burning down was Marinette Dupain-Cheng in a bug costume with a flirty cat by her side.

Marinette gave a heavy sigh as Alya brushed her bangs back. Petting her like how a mother would comb her child's hair with their fingers. Waiting for Mari to say what was on her chest.

God, Marinette just wanted to tell her. To rant. To vent. To cry. All to stop the headaches she was getting or to release the pressure in her. To explain to Alya who she really is. The same hero Alya follows around was the girl that sat next to her in every class. How every time she lied was to go save Paris, not to ditch her. How the secret society that Alya figured out was the same one Marinette went to every Wednesday for tea. Really, she wanted to spill. To stop lying to her best friend in the whole wide world. To tell the truth. To break down this wall between them.

But Marinette just bit her tongue.

Alya could never know about this.

"I'm just worried about this semester, you know." Marinette sighed. It wasn't what was bothering her, but it was something her parents brought up during dinner. Not to scare her, but because they were too interested in what she plans to do.

"It's our last year here before we move on to bigger things." She groaned, getting up from the floor.

"My dream of having my own fashion house and your's about being a reputable reporter.

"I'm scared that we're gonna grow apart." Marinette huffed. Tossing her can in the green bin.

"Hey," Alya's eyes soften with her tone. "We're going to conquer the world together, remember. We, kind of, still need to be best friends for that to work out." She beamed.

Her smile mirroring on to Mari's face.

"I guess, you're right about that."

"I know I am!" Alya exclaimed. Throwing her arm around Marinette's shoulder.

"Now that we are on the topic of working together, there is this one problem I can't seem to solve on the study guide-"

"ALYA!"

"What! I need help with it!"

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TBC -see you next week

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squirrel-moose-winchester · 6 years ago

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Chapter 11

Title: Falling for the Holidays

Pairing: Dean x Reader AU

Word Count: 1856

Summary: With October ending and the holidays underway, that only meant one thing for Dean Winchester. It meant returning to his childhood home and spending time with his family. It meant listening to his parents, especially his mom, ramble on and on about when he was going to find himself a nice girl, bring her home for the holidays, and then eventually get married and have children. However, Dean wasn’t ready for that sort of commitment, so in order to get his family off his back, he comes up with an elaborate scheme! But like the saying goes, “sometimes lies become truths.”

Warnings: Angsty-ish, One bad word (I think).

A/N: I said I wasn’t going to take forever to write the next chapter and I feel like it took me twice as long this time. Ugh. I hope you all forgive me. Thank you for being patient and thank you for showing my series some attention and love. It means a lot to me! Happy Reading! Please let me know what you think! I do adore the feedbacks, even if it’s a gif, emoji, or one word. Thanks again! xx

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Dean watched her disappear through the crowds. Jo was about to chase after you, but Cass stopped her, reminding the petite blonde how you needed space when you were upset. Disturbing you would only make matters worse, unless it was Dean. But that was no longer an option, since the person she was currently furious with was Dean.

Without relaying a word back to his friends, Dean walked off, exiting the cafeteria. Cass, Jo, and Meg, just watched, not knowing what to do.

Sharing similar characteristics as you, Dean needed time to cool off. Usually, you were the designated Dean-Control person, but that wasn’t an option. The two people who needed each other was the two people who couldn’t be around each other. It was all… very complicated. Before you came along, Dean was a pretty private man. Cass was his only constant friend (his best friend.) But when you came along, Jo started to hang out with them, Benny and Garth came around often, and there were other’s who would stop Dean to say hello through the halls or in the library. Dean was an introvert at best.

“Fuck. This is gonna be some mess, isn’t it?” Jo asked aloud.

“Unfortunately,” Cass sighed, not wanting to think about the repercussions of the feud.

Dean went through the rest of his classes like a zombie, listening to what his professors were saying but not fully grasping it. He just jotted down notes he thought might be important, but didn’t bother to absorb the information like he usually did.

You on the other hand, used your fury to type down word for word everything your professor spoke, even his terrible jokes. You had no idea what he was saying, but your fingers had no time to rest. You needed to focus your pent up energy on something otherwise you’d lose it.

When classes were over, Dean dragged his way to his truck, sitting there for a while, wondering if you were going show up. Dean sat up straight when he saw you walking down the campus, but instantly slumped back into his seat when he noticed a black sports car pull up in front of you. The driver’s side window was open and Dean’s fists clenched around the steering wheel when he noticed who it was.

“Ketch,” he growled, intensely staring.

When his eyes averted back to you, both your eyes suddenly met. You were a little shocked and so was Dean, but you could see the pain in his expression even from yards away. Brushing the feelings away, you hopped into the car.

“Hello, beautiful. How was your classes?” Ketch asked.

“It was boring as usual,” you told him, glancing back in time to see Dean race out of the parking lot.

You felt a little guilty because you knew your words had hurt, but so did his. But you knew Dean better than that and you knew he didn’t mean what he said, but still… he didn’t deserve your understanding. He stepped over the line and now he had to pay the consequences however, the look he gave you when you said you never wanted to see or talk to him again made your stomach sink. Regret washed all over him and you knew then that he was sorry, but you couldn’t bring yourself to face him head on, at least not in a room full of people. You couldn’t let them see you cry.

“Everything alright? You seem a little distracted,” Ketch brought you out of your thoughts.

“Uh, yeah,” you sent him a weak smile, “just a rough day.”

“Oh. Well, if you want to go home, I can drop you off. I don’t mind a raincheck. You don’t have to go out with me if you’re not up for it.”

“No, it’s fine. A distraction from my distraction could be just what I need. I’m glad you called, I really am,” you assured him.

“Okay, great. Are you hungry?” You could tell he was trying to change the subject and lighten up the mood, much to your relief.

“Starved,” was you reply.

Ketch brought you to a quaint little restaurant. It was practically a hole in the wall. You’ve been there once with Dean, but neither of you liked what was served on the menu, claiming it was “too healthy,” but you didn’t want to offend Ketch, so you went along with it.

“Have you ever eaten here before?” He asked, as the he lead you to a table next to the window.

“I’ve been here once, when it first opened. Dean and I came here to try it out,” you explained.

“Dean? Was he an old boyfriend?” Ketch wondered.

“O-oh. Um, Dean is my…” you didn’t even have to finish the sentence. Ketch was more than capable to put two and two together.

“Oh. Your best friend. The one you told me about. I see. So his name is Dean.”

“Yeah. I mean… we’re friends and I figured I could trust you.” You looked at him with hesitant eyes, reluctant to believe that maybe it was a bad idea.

“Yes. Of course. You can trust me. I’m not here to judge anyone,” Ketch replied. A sense of relief washed over you. There weren’t many people you opened up to, so knowing Ketch was someone you could trust made everything a lot lighter.

“Thank you, Ketch. It makes me so relieved to know I can count on you.”

“Always,” he smiled with soft brown eyes showing his sincerity.

Dean raced back to his apartment, coming to a slow stop when he finally cooled down. He cursed himself for being an idiot, assuming that you had called Ketch to pick you up instead of catching a ride with him, but he couldn’t blame you. He had ditched you that morning and during lunch he insulted you. Everything was his fault. Karma was a bitch.

“Dammit!” Dean shouted in his truck, banging on the steering wheel, his chest heaving with frustration.

A knock on his window made him jump, distracting him from his current thoughts. “Dean?”

“L-Lisa?” He stared at her with confusion. “What—” Dean opened the door, stepping out of his truck when he realized it that she wouldn’t be able to hear him clearly. “What are you doing here?” He questioned, his eyes catching Ben in the car parked a few spaces behind her.

“We wanted to come see you,” she admitted.

“Doesn’t Ben have school or something?”

“Oh! Yes he does, but he’s in preschool, so he’ll be fine,” Lisa explained.

“Oh. I see.” Dean didn’t say it out loud, but he thought that it was a little extreme that she’d take Ben out of school just to visit him, especially since he’d be back home for Christmas in a at the end of the instruction week.

“Look, I know what you’re thinking. Why, right?” When Dean didn’t reply, she took that as her cue to speak again. “Can we just go inside and talk about it? Ben and I are freezing.”

“Uh, yeah. Sure. Let’s go—”

“Mom! I’m hungry!” Ben screamed, his voice muffled by the car window.

“Looks like the kid has spoken. Why don’t you both hope into the truck and we go get something to eat?” Dean suggested.

“That sounds amazing,” Lisa smiled, skipping over to Ben.

With everyone in the truck, Ben sandwiched between his mom and Dean, they sped off into the center of town. School had just ended, so the traffic was pretty heavy. “Oh. c’mon. I hate the afterschool rush,” Dean grumbled.

You were about to take a bite out of your salad when you happened to look out the window. It was hard to miss the red Ford truck passing through with not only Dean in the hunk of metal, but Ben and Lisa as well.

A loud clank echoed through the restaurant as your fork crashed onto the ceramic plate.

“Y/N? Everything alright?” Ketch, along with everyone else in the restaurant, stared at you with concern, a few patrons glaring at you with irritation. “Y/N.” Only when Ketch placed his hand over yours did you snap back to reality.

“What? Uh… sorry. I – I thought I saw something,” you faked a chuckle.

“What was it?” Ketch asked, turning around to take a glimpse out the window behind him.

“It… it was nothing. Sorry. I guess my mind was playing tricks on me. I must be really hungry,” you joked.

The rest of the evening, you were a little – or a lot – out if. Ketch had to steer you around many times, and had to yank you back from walking into traffic.

“Y/N, what in god’s name is going on in that head of yours?” He snapped, grabbing you by the arms and looking you into the eyes. You could tell that he was worried, so you weren’t offended by his scolding.

“Sorry. I think I’m just a little tired. It was a long weekend and a rough day at school.”

“Hey. It’s okay. How about I just take you home, hm?” You nodded your head in a response, allowing him to take your hand and lead the way back to his car.

Rounding a corner, you and Ketch came to an abrupt stop, almost running into a group of people.

“Oh, pardon u—” Ketch didn’t finish, flinching. “Li—B—umm, Dennis?” Ketch stammered.

“Dea-Dennis?” Your attention drew to Ketch. Who the hell was Dennis? You had heard that name before… Quickly averting your attention back to the group in your path, you stared at them. “Dean? Lisa?”

“Y/N?” Lisa seemed to be surprised as well. There was a flicker in her eyes when they barely landed on Ketch that had you thinking, perhaps, they new each other. “U-um, hi,” Lisa was able to pull her self back together quickly, a big smile adorning her lips. “Who’s your friend?”

“Uh, Lisa, Dean, Ben, this is Ketch,” you introduced.

“Dean? I think we’ve met. Didn’t you say your name was Dennis?” Ketch announced, his head tilting a tad.

“Wait, you two have met before?” Lisa chimed in.

“Lisa, do you know Ketch?” You added to the conversation, directing your question at the brunette.

“Funny story…” Dean chuckled, scratching the back of his neck, as he figured out a plausible explanation.

Everything was in disarray and everyone was talking all at the same time, holding multiple conversations that quickly started to make no sense. When you finally took control and stopped the madness, you all noticed that Ben was missing.

“Where’s Ben?” Lisa asked, snapping her head side to side in search for her four-year old son. “Ben?!”

Panic shot threw all of you. “It’ll be easier with we split up,” Dean advised, looking over at you, standing directly in front of him.

“Agreed,” Ketch responded.

It took less than a second for you and Dean to pull your eyes away from each other when you noticed that Ketch and Lisa were gone. It was a little weird, but it wasn’t the time to think about that. The priority was Ben.

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katerinu · 6 years ago

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I’m reposting my “dream InuYasha OC” to my art blog and I realized I never... posted the dream in question? I wrote this all down in my phone notes while I was still half asleep. It’s weird, it’s nonsensical, it’s out of character, but DAMN this was a fun ass dream.

Dream below the cut but TL;DR: InuYasha and the gang come across an astrologer dragon girl living in a cave and find out she’s Sesshomaru’s daughter ajkfhsdjkfsh

InuYasha and the gang hear about a dragon lurking in a cave, and go to investigate. Inside, the come across a great lizard, but hardly a dragon. Before InuYasha is able to strike, a furry creature blasts in, changing the trajectory of his attack, thus missing. The lizard, seemingly spooked, bounds off into the darkness.

InuYasha is confused, and turns to see what happened. An extremely fluffy, dog like creature, with small horns, beady eyes, and large fangs is growling and poised for attack. Kagome thinks it’s just a weird, scared dog, but InuYasha prepares to strike the thing.

“Stop!” Cries a girls voice from behind. They turn to see a young woman, with dark hair and Chinese styled garb running towards them. She wraps her arms about the strange creature, which nuzzles into her and seems to purr.

The gang make a fire to settle around, and the girl tells her story. Her name is Ruki, and she explains to the gang that her father sent her here as a test. She needs to be the one to defeat the lizard, otherwise she can never achieve her full power.

“Plus, once I’m done, I can return to the mainland!” Ruki beams.

The gang can’t help but think her predicament is cruel, but she shakes her head. “No, I agreed to this training. Plus, my father sends me books and other strange things to further my studies! For example,”

Ruki pulls a black orb from he robes. Setting it to the floor, she presses into it, and the thing seems to have a mechanical give. When she releases, the ball opens, casting blue/green circles of light against the walls, with odd symbols inside.

She explains it to be a personal map of the stars. Ruki can see how the stars are positioned every night and day, but can also see the maps of people she chooses in order the read them and understand her opponents and allies.

Ruki points to one section of the strange map. “See that? That’s my fathers chart!”

The gang look to where she is pointing. In the center of the chart reads the name, “Sesshomaru.”

After the gang shout in alarm, Ruki asks, “Do you know my father?”

“Know him?!” Sango says.

InuYasha intervenes with a sneer. “That’s my brother.”

Ruki is excited and claps her hands. “Then you are my uncle!”

“That’s not something to really celebrate.” InuYasha tells her. “Besides, I’m more concerned about why he would do this. It IS cruel, and we’re gonna get you out of here!”

(To be noted, InuYasha didn’t care about her beforehand.)

Ruki stands firm. “No! I told you, this was my idea, and I’m staying until I complete my duty!”

As if on cue, the lizard appears again. Everyone jumps into position, but Ruki takes the lead, holding out her arm. “This is my fight!” She tells them. “Don’t intervene!”

Miroku quips, “Must run in the family.”

Ruki attempts to fight, but seems to weak to do any sort of damage. InuYasha insists he jump in, but Kagome notices something.

“Ruki isn’t using her full power!”

After this is brought up, they all instantly notice.

“She mentioned she was training to acquire her full power. Maybe she doesn’t possess it yet?” Asks Sango.

“No, her actions are purposeful.” Miroku says. “She has plenty of power, she’s deciding not to hurt the creature.”

Kagome gasps. “Because she doesn’t want to!”

After awhile, Ruki appears quite banged up. Still she grits her teeth, and keeps fighting.

Then, Sesshomaru appears.

He’s standing to the side of the creature, staring at Ruki with a strange look. He seems... sad.

“Father!”

“Ruki,” Sesshomaru says, “you must slay the creature, or you’ll never become what you were destined to be.”

“But, father...!” Her voice quivers. “I... I can’t.”

“You must!”

Sesshomaru bellows so loudly it surprises the party, his voice, a deep bass, ringing off the cave walls. His face though, appears as if he’s pleading with her.

“Lord Sesshomaru!” Jaken cries, who is standing behind with Rin.

Rin says, “is Lord Sesshomaru okay? He looks like he’s about to cry...”

“Cry?!” Jaken scoffs. “My Lord has never cried! He especially wouldn’t shed tears over some hermit girl in a cave...”

But Sesshomaru DOES look as though he is about to cry. There is even a slight quiver as he speaks. “Ruki. It is your sworn duty to kill the creature. It’s what your mother would have wanted.”

Ruki also seems hurt by this, but cannot stop the tears that spill down her cheeks. “You’re right.” She agrees. “You’re right... father, for her sake,” she looks up, more determined than before. “I will slay her!”

The gang look confused. Her?

“She can’t mean...” Kagome says allowed to herself. “That lizard WAS her mother?”

Ruki attacks again, this time at full power. She raises her hand, an otherworldly glow burning up her arm as she chops into the beast, cutting it in half. It collapses with a hellish scream.

Ruki lands, keeping her gaze to the floor. She’s shivering, trying to hold back tears. But then, a woman’s figure appears above the monsters corpse, and it says,

“I’m proud of you.”

From the body, a ghostly miasma pours from the thing, surrounding Ruki and entering her body. After she consumes the demons power, she turns to face the gang, and thanks them.

She reveals that she is a dragon, as her mother once was. With her power, she can now take her rightful place in the stars, watching over those in need and bringing hope to those she loves. Ruki transforms, and slithers from the cave, and into the night sky.

#my oc

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peekaboo-parker · 7 years ago

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Caught In His Trap- Lando x Solo!Reader

Requested By: A wonderfully beautiful Anon

Summary: Basically the request above, so please read ^^

Warnings: Language, violence, my freaking awesome editing skills, and my inability to write flirting scenes or lack of. And sort of angsty fluff is also in this.

Author’s Note: I APOLOGISE WHOLEHEARTEDLY for taking 5ever to post this story! But nevertheless, I really hope you enjoy it and thank you once again for requesting this fic! (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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You grabbed the spear poking out of the imperial guard, heaving it out of the limp corpse, before swinging it around your back. An incoming trooper you had already noticed, smacked straight into the spear, sending them straight to the ground. The impact of their helmet hitting the ground echoed throughout the imperial base, alerting other incoming officers and troopers. In an attempt to somehow scare off some of the incoming enemies, you brought down the spear to the trooper’s chest, the tip immediately smashed through their armour killing them instantly.

A bead of sweat rushed down the side of your head, eventually falling off the edge of your jaw. You bit down on your bottom lip and narrowed your eyes, finding a large group of troopers heading toward you. Already their blasters were going off, but as soon as the wave came in, they were being wiped out.

Blue, red and green blasts flashed throughout the large base, and bodies fell around your feet as you made your way behind a broken down TIE fighter.

Despite the fact that you preferred to fight independently, out of everybody, he had to be there too.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Y/N Solo,” Gently, Lando stretched out his arm and took your free hand into his. The undoubtedly handsome man, captured your eyes as he began to lift your hand up to his lips. You watched him in utter disbelief; you were in the middle of a fight for crying out loud! And still, you let him place a tender kiss on the back of your hand.

His lips had ghosted over your hand for a while even after he’d kissed it. “It’s good to see you milady.”

“Now’s not the fucking time, Lando,” Your voice filled with venom, as you snatched your hand away, swiftly turning around toward the action. A grunt passed your lips, as you shot from behind the fighter. One trooper toppled over, before you shot a second one, sending them over, and then a third, and then a fourth, and then a fifth, and then a…

You whipped your head around to the direction of the man beside you, your hair following with the motion. He caught your stare and smirked gently, before replacing it with a genuine grin. His eyebrows were proudly raised high, even though he had only shot one out of the six troopers you encountered.

“We work pretty well together,” He whispered by your ear, resulting in sending shivers down your spine. The feeling gave you thrills and a rush of adrenaline you didn’t know you had, not until a sudden surge of courage allowed you to stand up, and sprint and swerve through all the Imperial enemies. You punched down an officer, grabbing his blaster, before using the two weapons in your hands to effortlessly take-down the many remaining troopers.

Lando was quite fast with his own weapon, even whilst wearing such a cape. You couldn’t help but stare at the man, as he spun around, his cape following the motion gracefully, using one hand to blast a trooper and the other to smite an officer.

“Push on! Move forward! Y-Wings are incoming, we just need to hold them on for a little longer everyone. Keep up the good work.” The comm sounded from a rebel corpse, as you began to close your way into the Imperial base. Much to your disappointment, Lando was hot on your heels.

The other surviving rebels sprinted past, and you even caught sight of your brother in front, his own independence evidently radiating, by the way he held his poise. You were jealous of your older brother’s skill. Always.

“I don’t know how you do it Y/N, but you still look absolutely beautiful.”

Cue the eye-roll. You were sweating like a dog, spots of blood painted over your the bottom of your thin tracksuits. Your hair was matted and greasy, and you could feel your body odour radiate from your skin. However, before you could stop yourself, you gave him a curt nod, biting the side of your cheek as you responded with a small, “Thank you.”

In the corner of your eye, you saw the corners of his lips curl upward, only to then reveal his pearly whites. He was so irritatingly handsome! Heat rushed to your cheeks just seconds before you finally made it inside the dark base, but you waved it off as the cause was that you had just been running around. Mentally, you prayed that Lando hadn’t noticed.

“Y/N, I’ll take the left and you take the right. We’ll meet back in the middle around 400 metres from here.”

You turned to him with a raised eyebrow, keeping your eyes on his as you clipped in one of your weapons into your belt. “You did not just tell me what to do... You know I can fend for myself right?”

The grin plastered on his face hadn’t faltered, “I know that full well, Y/N, that’s why we should split up.” The way he was saying your name was not helping. You wanted to hear him say it more, you felt an urge to fight alongside him now, despite your previous thoughts. He was just too charming.

It’satrapit’satrapit’satrap. “Okay. Okay, yeah.”

“Yeah?” His grin widened, as he lifted his blaster up, getting ready to run back into battle.

“Yeah.” To your surprise you sent him a smirk, as you lifted your own weapon.

The other rebels sprinted past, with their faces full of determination. The only sounds, at that moment, were the thuds of boots hitting the cool flooring, the distant pants of breaths, the quiet murmur of the rebel officers giving orders and the eerie silence before the next wave of battle. To your surprise there was no alarm blaring.

You jumped suddenly, feeling warm fingers slip under yours. Your chapped lips parted to let your tongue slide over them with anticipation. Lando was stealing small pieces of your heart faster than you could even have the ability to stop him.

He pressed a quick, but firm kiss to the middle of your fingers, keeping his eyes stuck on your own. You always liked to put on a sort of facade to hide your true feeling, but Lando could see right through you, with those darn dark-brown orbs of his. “It’s for good luck,” He chimed, before letting go. His body began to move toward the left side, however his eyes stayed on your figure till the very millisecond he was gone from your sight.

An unwilling lump had formed in your throat, and you had no idea what the cause of your pounding heart was. It was as if you actually missed his presence. Nowaynowaynoway. You shook your head furiously and creeped around the opposite corner, keeping your back against the dark Imperial base walls.

If it weren’t for his charisma, if it weren’t for his grin, his smirk, if it just weren’t for him, you’d have been so focused. But as your boots gently slid across the polished floors, and your knuckles turned white from holding your blaster too hard, you couldn’t get the man out of your mind. You could still feel the warmth of against your fingers, where his lips had previously been.

If it weren’t for him, you’d have been so focused now. You would have been so focused that you wouldn’t have gotten shot in the side. You wouldn’t have screamed out in pain, capturing the attention of nearby enemies and you definitely wouldn’t have hid behind a wall, clutching your side with helplessness, hissing like a cat.

A mortified tear slid down your cheek, realising that Lando would find you in such a powerless state. Just the thought brought a new kind of heat to your cheeks, along with the thought that your brother wouldn’t let you live the moment down.

You could already imagine the scenario:

“You got shot Y/N...” Han would cackle. He’d throw his head back in a laugh, before returning to your sheepish face, “... because you were thinking about Lando?!”

“Told you so.” Han would cackle.

You’d purse your lips, averting your gaze.

“I told you not to come to the mission. Y/N...”

You’d let a sigh fall through your nose.

“Y/N...”

“Y/N!”

“Wha- AH! Ahh...” Your hip jutted out at the sudden sting, as your left hand flew up to press against the wound in hopes to lessen the pain. Bangs and screams and thuds echoed throughout the building, adding more tears to the already hot, fat drops that sprinted down your cheeks. You felt helpless.

“Hey, hey, let me. Don’t touch it,” His familiar voice entered your ear. You refused to look at him, so in the corner of your eye you could see his crouched position beside you. His blaster was snuck firm in his belt, and his hands slowly wobbled toward your waist. He was holding something, but you couldn’t quite make out the object by the black spots that began to swarm your vision.

“L-Lando, don’t,” You pleaded, “I can— You need to - hiss - help the others. I-I’ll be fine.”

To no avail, you felt his easy, warm hand envelope yours gently pulling it away from your wound. He frowned at the sight of your palm and fingers painted with blood, and your half-lidded eyes and tear-stained cheeks. He felt as if it were a requirement for him to help you. So much so that he bit his lip in attempts to make your pain subside, as he let his other hand press against your wound.

The rough material he placed against your side, caused every inch of your body to jerk. Even your fingers had strongly tightened around Lando’s free hand. Panicked, he could sense the pain you were enduring. And he sprung into action the moment you had opened your mouth to scream.

“AH—mmfph!” His lips captured yours in a silencing kiss, pressing down firmly but with care, as to make sure you were completely silent.

The last tear fell from your already half-lidded eyes, finally closing. Your grip on his hand became loose, melting into the handsome man’s touch. Your shoulders drooped, your arched back began to slouch, your heart was finally beating rhythmically and the breath that you had been holding in finally escaped harshly through your nose.

He dropped his free hand to the ground beside you, gaining a sense of dominance yet protectiveness over your trembling body. The cloth, nevertheless, remained secure against your waist. The pain was gone immediately. His lips did magic. Magic you had never felt before. He was soft, but somewhat rough with his touch.

The blasters, screams and thuds faded away, as Lando had pulled away from you, letting his forehead rest against yours. Your breaths hit each other, chests heaving with exasperation and relief. The tension was unbearable before, you just hadn’t realised till this moment.

“Lando, I—“

“I’ll patch you up real good, Y/N. Don’t worry,” He interrupted you forgivingly. Then he moved, lifting his head from yours, and the boom of the battle came back to your ring in your ears. Luckily the pain was bearable now, it still stung like a bitch, but anytime the man in front of you even took just a small glance up to your eyes, you’d forget everything around you and simply focus on his warm, dark-brown orbs.

Anytime he’d have to touch your fresh wound, his gaze would shift up to your contorted face, checking if you were coping. His arms had come around you at one point, pressing your chests flush against each other, in his attempts to wrap the bandage around you tightly. Regardless of the fact that you two had shared a kiss, there was still disregarded tension left hanging in the air.

You were finally caught in his trap, only not in the way Lando really wanted.

“Y/N, I know this isn’t a good time—“ A bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face, reaching his jawline and staying there, as he used the majority of his strength left to tie the knot, “—But, I just need to ask you…”

“Can it wait till after we win?” You interjected, almost mimicking your brother’s confidence. Though you were thinking the exact opposite. You wanted to hear him. You wanted to know what was on his mind. You were caught in his trap.

He shook his head, whilst his hands came into contact with yours. He finished the bandaging much faster than you had interpreted. His bloodied fingers curled around yours hesitantly, as if the action would hurt you in some way. “It probably could wait, but I can’t. So… Y/N.”

“Yeah?” You croaked.

“Would you mind— I mean, will you...”

You couldn’t help but grin up at him. His charismatic nature, his confidence shattered right in front of your eyes. And despite the fact that you were in the middle of a bloody battle, your heart and mind was only set on one man.

“Lando...” You breathed out, reaching up an outstretched hand by his face.

Only his eyes moved up to you, every other part of his body stayed stiff, sheepish.

“We work pretty well together, huh?” You smirked, quoting him from before. Gentle creases formed at the corners of your E/C eyes, as you opened and reopened your palm, like a baby wanting attention, “Now help me up.”

He was enamoured, just taking your hand, not for one second averting his gaze from you. He swallowed thickly, once you’d finally made it to your feet. The tips of your shoes touched, enhancing the close proximity you shared together.

“Now try again,” Your grin widened, a hint of mischievousness evident in your features.

He sucked in a breath, taking your hand into his once more, “Y/N...”

“Yeah?”

“Would you consider... becoming something more— w-with me?”

A hum vibrated again your throat, as you shuffled with nerves, shoving your bottom lip between your teeth to keep your smile from growing any larger. You gave him his well-needed answer with an exaggerated nod, squeezing his hand along with the subtle action. “Mhmm.”

It was as if weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. This was just a dream, right?

Wrong.

The way he could feel your warm lips against his again, was enough to tell him that this was reality. Your fingers grazing up his arms, was enough. Your soft breaths mingling amongst the harsh battle cries, was enough. Gosh, you were beautiful. You could say that Lando was now caught in your trap.

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hyyunjinn · 8 years ago

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Cereal First or Milk First? | stray kids fic

→ member(s): ot9!

→ word count: 1.7k

→ genre: it’s an attempted humor (I can’t write humor lmao)

→ a/n: asfsafjlkaf IN HONOR OF THE FIRST WEEK ANNIVERSARY OF THE CEREAL DEBATE™ I HAVE DECIDED TO WRITE MY OWN TAKE OF A STRAY KIDS FIC OF THE DEBATE! idk, I tried to make it parallel to the real debate, but then I sort of gave up (spoiler: like hyunjin is me, felix should’ve been kay but he became mahi, seungmin should’ve been mar but i think changbin became mar lmao. but it could be argued that it was mainly me as hyunjin and mahi as felix lmao (mahi I love you) and everyone else is the rest of the fandom). This was a lot of fun to write though, I haven’t written a proper fic in a while. I HOPE YOU ALL LIKE THIS AND WE CAN ANTICIPATE THE DAY THE BOYS TELL US THEIR CEREAL PREFERENCES! (honestly I could’ve expanded it to a breakfast fight/expanded on them finding out about the debate on tumblr but I’m too lazy ;)

Stiff body, heavy eyes, and the warm blanket all but prompted him to roll off the bed—Felix poked a leg out where he then proceeded to push himself off the comfortable mattress. Seungmin stirred as Felix pulled the door open but his breathing calmed as Felix looked back. Shrugging, Felix groggily shuffled to the kitchen—first bumping in the door frame, then lightly kicking into the table leg, then porcelain clanged as he haphazardly pulled out a bowl and might’ve accidentally closed the cabinet door too loud.

But Felix was too tired to notice the next sounds he made: the refrigerator door slamming, the rattling of silverware as he picked out a spoon, that really annoying sound that the plastic bag makes when opening to pour out the cereal.

Hyunjin rolled around in his bed in attempt to block out the noise until the sound of the spoon clanged on the ground. Huffing in annoyance, he pushed himself off his bed and stomped to the kitchen.

“Dude, why are you so lou—ARE YOU EATING CEREAL?”

Felix, who was busy trying to stay awake as sluggishly twisted the cap of the milk gallon open, slowly looked up to the sound of the voice, not even startled. He was, however, confused.

“Yes?”

Hyunjin just stared at his friend in shock before he quickly recovered. “DON’T TELL ME YOU POUR YOUR MILK FIRST!” he exclaimed just as Felix lifts up the jug and pours the milk into his bowl.

Cue Hyunjin’s dramatic ass and a loud gasp escaped his lips. “WHO ARE YOU.”

While this one-sided quarrel took place, Woojin was awakened and he rolled his eyes and got out of bed to see what the commotion was about now. Just as he walked out, “Why are you getting so—”

BANG.

“I DON’T TRUST PEOPLE WHO POUR THEIR MILK FIRST!” Changbin shouted, slamming open his door—right into Woojin.

“oW!”

Peeking behind the door, the younger boy laughed sheepishly. “Oh, sorry hyung.”

That woke up most of the house.

Finally awake, Felix dropped his arms to his side and tilted his head up, ready to scream to be heard over the noise. “WHY WOULD YOU POUR YOUR CEREAL FIRST?!”

“SO THE CEREAL DOESN’T FLOAT TO THE TOP!” Hyunjin immediately replied, equally dramatic. “See? Look.” He grabs the cereal box from the table and dumps the contents into the bowl, where it quickly overflows.

“THAT’S CUZ YOu’RE dOInG IT WRONG” Felix yells and yanks the cereal box from a triggered Hyunjin and cereal flings everywhere.

“Ay you’re making a mess,” Woojin commented, walking into the kitchen and staring at the cereal rolling on the floor.

“Hyung!” Felix and Hyunjin yells at the same time. “Cereal first or milk first?”

That’s when Jeongin rushes into the room with his hand raised, yelling “CEREAL FIRST!” only to step on cereal and somehow managing to slip on the tiled kitchen floor.

Lunging forward, Woojin and Hyunjin tried to stop the youngest from falling to the ground, but he fell anyways. Felix just obnoxiously laughed, crossing his arms and triumphantly saying “HAH! That’s what you get for pouring cereal first.”

“You have to be the only one who pours milk first,” Changbin taunts, running a hand through his hair as he joined the conversation again. “No one is dumb enough to do that.”

Offended, Felix narrowed his eyes at Changbin. “You’re the monster,” he retorted. “pOURING MILK AFTER GETS THE CEREAL SOGGY! WHO EVEN EATS SOGGY CEREAL EW!”

Hyunjin whips around, “nO ONE SAID POURING MILK AFTER GETS THE CEREAL SOGGY. TF FELIX?!”

“WHAT KIND OF LOGIC IS THAT? OF COURSE THE CEREAL IS GONNA GET SOGGY WHEN YOU POUR THE MILK IN AFTER.”

“NOT UNLESS YOU EAT IT FAST!” retorted Changbin.

“Maybe it’s an Aussie thing,” Jeongin snickered and Changbin and Hyunjin screamed and high-fived the younger one. Jaw dropping, Felix could feel he might never live this down.

Behind Jeongin’s head, Felix spotted another head coming out of a bedroom. “CHAN-HYUNG!”

Chan sorta just glared at everyone for being so loud on a Sunday morning but no one noticed.

“MILK FIRST OR CEREAL FIRST?”

Without hesitation, the leader replied, “Cereal first.”

“Duh.”

The kitchen echoed in screams: Jeongin yelled “NEVERMIND, IT’S NOT AN AUSSIE THING, I’M SORRY CHANNIE-HYUNG!” as Hyunjin and Changbin hopped around Felix, screaming at the boy yelling in agony about Chan betraying him as a fellow Australian.

Completely ignoring the ruckus, Woojin pulled out the box of frozen waffles and put some into the toaster.

The second Seungmin’s tired face appeared in the room, Felix pushed Hyunjin and Changbin’s faces away and rushed towards his roommate, near to tears.

“MY BELOVED ROOMMATE! YOU POUR YOUR MILK FIRST WHEN YOU EAT CEREAL RIGHT?!” Felix cried desperately clinging onto Seungmin’s arm. His facade sort of cracked when a laugh escaped him as Seungmin raised his eyebrows at him in skepticism.

“Who even pours their milk first?”

For the seventh time this morning, another uproar sounded across the dorm. Felix released Seungmin’s arm in fake disgust, his eyes widening as he tried to cry but failed. Instead, he bumped into Jeongin who was bent over laughing and the two fell to the ground. Unfortunately, as Jeongin tried to stop himself from falling again, he flailed to grab the table, only to miss and knock the box of cereal over.

Anguished screams sounded from Felix as he had to take the brunt of the cereal attack as Jeongin hid his face in his older member from laughter.

“I’M NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU ANOTHER MASSAGE EVER!” Felix screamed to Seungmin as he lied on Jeongin, not even bothering to move but small giggles escaped as Jeongin’s laughter tickled him. At this point, Hyunjin was slamming his body on the table top in uncontrollable laughter and Changbin was just as weak on the floor.

“The world hates me,” Felix pronounced to the world, looking off to the cobwebs above the cabinets and restraining from Jeongin trying to push him off.

“You’re just a loser,” Seungmin teased, stepping over the two boys on the floor.

Snickering, Chan grabbed a new box of cereal and the milk. “Look Felix, this is how you do it.” He eloquently poured cereal in and then the milk and everyone sighed in satisfaction.

Seungmin looked pointedly at his roommate, “Take it from him, he’s the chef of the—”

“I’ve been a good kid all my life,” Felix interrupted, draping his arm over his eyes. “Why—”

“YEAH RIGHT,” Hyunjin yelled, shooting up from the table, “NO GOOD KID POURS THEIR MILK IN FIRST WHEN EATING CEREAL.”

“YOU WANNA FIGHT BRO.”

“WE’RE NO LONGER FRIENDS, HYUNJIN!” Jisung yelled from the hallway. Hyunjin’s jaw dropped and everyone whipped their heads to Jisung.

“YOU POUR YOUR MILK IN FIRST?!” screamed Felix in excitement, leaping up from Jeongin (leaving the poor boy exhausted on the ground and Seungmin laughing at him) and tackling the new face in the argument.

Welcoming him with open arms, Jisung cradled a hysterical Felix and they jumped around.

“THANK GOD I’M NOT THE ONLY ONE!” Felix yelled.

“I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE TOO! EVERYONE IN MALAYSIA MADE FUN OF ME!” Jisung cried along.

Changbin shot up from the ground. “BECAUSE PEOPLE IN MALAYSIA ARE CULTURED, UNLIKE YOU!”

Cue Hyunjin dropping to the floor laughing again, Chan and Seungmin hollered, Jeongin’s jaw dropped, and even Woojin had to snicker from his corner with his waffles.

Jisung and Felix glared at the resident dark boy and advanced towards him.

“It’s six against two, give up,” commented Chan, munching on his cereal for added effect.

Piping up, Woojin said “Hold up, I never said—”

“Minho-hyung,” Jeongin said and the room went dead silent. Everyone sort of glanced at each other before—

“MINHOOOOOOOOOO!”

Seven boys pushed at each other and fought to get out of the kitchen and burst into the bedroom where the last member was trying to fall back asleep with his head stuffed underneath his pillow and blankets.

Unforgiving, Felix threw back the blanket and five voices yelled at the boy curled up on the bed.

“CEREAL OR MILK FIRST?!”

Minho groaned loudly and scooted to the wall, which only proved to be a mistake as Jisung flopped on, who was followed by Felix and the rest of the boys tried to pile on the bed with Minho. Walking calmly into the room, Woojin plopped on his bed as he watched in amusement.

“Hyyuuuunnngggg, this is importannnnttttt,” Felix whined, prodding at Minho’s body under the dim light that the upper bunk blocked out. “Apparently there are heathens in this dorm who pours their cereal first when eating cereal.”

“So you don’t get excess milk!” Chan argued. “See?”

Felix glared at him.

“Hyungggg.”

Inside Minho’s head, he wasn’t really processing anything as he’s cursing them for not letting him sleep until the conversation finally registered in his mind.

“Wait, tHERE ARE PEOPLE WHO POUR THEIR CEREAL IN FIRST?” he shouted, yanking down the pillow he’s using to cover his face and startling all the other boys who thought he was purposefully ignoring him. Jeongin slipped from his tiny ledge of the bed onto the ground and Changbin hit his head against the upper bunk.

Woojin snorted.

“AYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!” Jisung and Felix yelled and pushed the cereal first people off the bed, bouncing on it as Minho tried to sit up.

“HYUNG, I HATE YOU!” Hyunjin yelled and rushed out of the room, releasing his pent up laughter at the ridiculousness of this argument.

“Who even started this argument?” inquired Minho, leering at the members.

“HYUNJIN.”

The accused boy laughed aloud from his spot in the kitchen.

Felix furrowed his eyebrows. “Hold up—”

“HYUNJIN DON’T TELL ME YOU STARTED THIS FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES.”

“nUH UH,” he yelled back, “PEOPLE WHO POUR THEIR MILK FIRST ARE IDIOTS.”

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.”

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.”

“I’m gonna go crazy,” Minho said to himself as everyone pulled each other into the kitchen, where Hyunjin sat, cheekily eating his cereal.

Breakfast was eaten in silence, well, silence with glares tossed around the room until Jeongin couldn’t help it when he caught Felix glaring at him. The youngest boy started laughing, and being smitten by him, Fellix couldn’t help it either and everyone just started laughing uncontrollably—again.

“Why are even a team?” Chan mused, smiling fondly at everyone. No one replied but everyone just grinned happily.

Until Woojin choked on his water.

“What is it?” Jeongin asked, peering over to see what’s on the eldest’s phone screen.

“Our entire fandom on tumblr had the same debate today.”

#stray kids #lee felix #hwang hyunjin #seo changbin #bang chan #yang jeongin #kim woojin #kim seungmin #han jisung #lee minho #stray kids scenarios #stray kids fanfic #fluff #humor #writing #*mine #*fic

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halcyon-wra-blog · 7 years ago

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Operation: Endgame

“Alright boys.. this is it.” Volran's voice crackled through the comms, barely audible over the choppy waves and clanking, metallic gears of their transports. “We all know our orders. If we fail here today, our Crusade won't live long enough to regret it. Stick to the plan, follow your Captain's' orders, and you just might make it out of this alive. Teach these Forsaken a lesson they won't forget, Halcyon, and may the Light be with you.” With that, the comm clicked off.. and they were on their own, waiting in their bulky, armored, gnomish transport ships for landfall. With every churning wave, the ship “jumped,” its gears and cogs whirring and whining to compensate, water lapping over the lip of the vessel's raised metal flanks, sloshing down into the crew pit below. It was an uncomfortable, compact mess, with soldiers packed like sardines rather than warriors.. but perhaps that was the point. After all, their transport was just one of two dozen, and-

“-KA-BOOM!-”

A cannon shot rang out from behind them. Just one of the few several hundred – no, thousand? - they'd heard that day from their fleet, hammering into the towering walls of the Forsaken coastal fortifications, providing cover, both in the form of large smoke clouds and heavy shelling, for the transports to head inland.

At least, that was the hope. Before they'd even escaped the shadow of the Halcyon's fleet, the cannon fire had been matched with a second thunderous cry: The Forsaken's artillery. The Undead had more than just the small blight “grenades” they'd used on the Kingfish. They had cannonballs fit to bursting with blight, and for every shell the Halcyon threw at their sea wall, they fired two towards the transports. Some of them tried to escape, but they only succeeded in drowning themselves with their heavy armor. By the time they neared the beach, their two dozen transports had been trimmed down to a light seventeen.

Their transports jerked, bucked, and stopped at the shore. Outside their sardine cans, the guttural, vitriolic spat of Gutterspeak roared over the din of cannon fire. The Forsaken were preparing themselves. Horses whinnied, dogs barked and snapped.. and then.. silence. A sickly, still silence that seemed to go on for an eternity. This, perhaps, was what some might call “The Soldier's Minute,” where time all but stops and coalesces at once in one euphoric cacophony. Their last minute sane; whole; alive. After their loading ramp opened.. there was nothing but death.

The craft's pilot stood up, toying with his communicator, “T-Minus, five..” he counted, “Four… Three.. two.. one.” With the tug of a lever, their door janked, clanked, groaned, and released itself from its holdings. It flew down into the beach below, clouds of sand rising high into the air, revealing the absolute nightmare that awaited them: A battle line of Forsaken Dread Guards, dressed in royal red, replete with plague hounds and warhorses, ready to meet the invaders head on. Scores of barbed wire and entrenched pikes stabbed towards the transports, and short, quick fix defensive walls loomed near the back.

Their pilot turned towards them, gesticulating wildly towards the open bay ramp, “Go! Go! G-!” An arrow, shot from an archer behind the walls, landed squarely in the pilot's neck, his breath catching in his throat, blood already staining his white armor. He staggered, slumped, spasmed, and fell dead on their transport's floor. But there was no time for sentimentality. Already, the battle cries from the other transports rose like a hymn, the sounds of boots, paws, hooves and wings rising to meet the song of cannon shot. To either side of this concerted Hellhole, the battlements and towers of the Forsaken's sea wall rose high along the craggy Hillsbrad cliffs, the plague cannons still firing relentlessly at the fleet, just off the coast.

Arrows went wide, pinging far into the hillside as Forsaken were bashed in their fetid heads by Holy Hammers. Undead gurgled and fell into the sand as magic blasted through them, rotten gore and decayed ichor splattering across the beach. As their guts and entrails smattered the beach, Forsaken sinew turned into catalysts for explosions that rocked the entire seaboard, sand flying in chunks in every direction. An overzealous Crusader stepped forwards, and at a moment's notice, his armored form was nothing but paste, at least five of his fellows joining him in the afterlife.

A shrill cry rang out over the hills. Then came a snapping, a howling, and from behind the Forsaken line a horde of rancid plague hounds sprang out, skittering and pawing their way through the barbed fences, arrow shot and mines. They scampered, mouths slavering hungrily, and descended upon the Halcyon like a wave. They bit with cruel intent, their teeth lined with bile and etched with blight. They bit, ripped and tore, eliciting pleading screams and terrified cries from the more unlucky Crusaders.

The Forsaken assault was relentless. Wave after wave of hounds lashed out from behind the wall, the mounted dread guards all too content to wait the conflict out and let the living exhaust themselves on their pets. Overhead, the Forsaken engineers kept dutifully loading their cannons with blight bombs, their shots thundering out into the evening sky. Yet, the plague hounds were overzealous in their work, and they had accidentally triggered at least a quarter of the Forsaken mines in their charge.

The hills were covered in Undead flying and rolling down it in droves, tumbling down to the base in craggy heaps. At the top, two death guards holding tight to plaguehound leashes, were there to greet them. The dogs snapped, barked, and finally, the death guards simply let them fly. They bore down on the Halcyon, jumping and chomping at plate like it was aluminum foil. They thrashed, their necks jerking side to side, wrestling like they were in a death spiral.

Just as the Forsaken charged, a giant ball of Light flew headlong at their cannon. It shot through the air with a burning light, hissing, fizzing, sparking like a Fourth of July firework. It screeched headlong into the cannon, hitting it square with a thunderous "BOOM!" that rivaled any of their ship's cannon shots. The metal apparatus bent, groaned, and sloughed off the battlements, tumbling in a giant pile into the choppy seas below. The death guards were blown far and away, screaming as they were rocketed into the aether.

A cannon lost, the Forsaken rallied, their plague hounds retreated at their masters' whistles, scampering back behind the defensive walls. The mounted Death Guards took up their positions, blades drawn, shields ready for a charge.. and another ear piercing screech rang out across the hills, the very air taking on an icy mist, the Halcyon Crusaders' breath going cold.

The line of royal deathguards tightened, forming an inhuman wall in front of the archer line as the Halcyon's ragged line of crusaders charged towards them. Arrows nocked, bow strings drew back, "Ready!" A high, silky voice called over the din. It wasn't gutterspeak. Thalassian? "Aim!" A pause, waiting until their prey had run -right- into their line of fire. There was a glint of red, furious eyes, shrouded by a black hood. A dark ranger! "LOOSE!" With a twang, a snap, a clap, a volley of tight-knit, white feathered arrows sprang towards the oncoming charge.

"READY!" The voice called again, only to be drowned out by the clash of steel on steel. The battle had been joined, just in front of their line. The royal red of the dead guards' cloaks rising like a tide to meet the white of the Halcyon, sword against sword, axe against axe. The hounds converged, sensing weakened prey.

The death guards on top of the hill stepped forward to meet a crew of soldiers, their blades drawn.. and quickly lost to the ground as their heads fell from their shoulders from the onslaught of Halcyon soldiers. The engineers about the cannon gave each other terrified looks, and without a second thought, both rose their hands up in surrender. The cannon was silent.

"BANG!" "BANG!" "BANG!" "CLANG!" The cannon snapped, groaned, cracked and bent under a soldier’s merciless assault. By the time he was done with it, it indeed looked more like a smouldering, singed soda can than anything that could ever have been used for artillery. "Whoever did that is getting a damn -MEDAL,-" Volran's labored voice crackled over the comms, resisting the urge to let out a cheering laugh. "Excellent work, boys! -Excellent!- Reinforcements are coming in hot. I repeat: reinforcements are coming in!" And almost on cue, should any of the Halcyon look behind them, they might spy the armada of skiffs departing the motherships, trundling through the ocean towards their landing site.

A shrill scream rang out across the hills, crackling directly into the Halcyon's ears. The comm abruptly went silent, and from beyond a far hill, on some other beach along the coastline, the terrified, roaring screams of an entire regiment of the Halcyon's best and brightest rising to meet the screech. The chilly mist around the valley grew. The shrill, shuddering cry over the hills reached a crescendo, a trio of ghastly, flying revanents rounded on them. They were robed all in black, tattered robes, each clutching a scythe in hand. They swooped low, their mangled, scarecrow-esque faces contorting into wide, hungry maws as they sighted their next targets.

The death guards staggered, their lines breaking. They folded inwards, the onslaught of the Halcyon and their reinforcements all too much for them to bear. They fell in droves, regal armor clattering in dusty heaps in the sand. Archers shrieked, their arrows flying in disorganized waves as undead monstrosities ate their fill of rotten flesh. It was a slaughter, and a slaughter the Halcyon were winning.

From the pits of her fallen comrades, the dark ranger leapt up, her bowstring snapping in rapidfire patterns, neat, feathered pinpricks embedding themselves in the foreheads of those unsuspecting. She landed with a roll, interjecting herself into the sea of Crusaders, her bow discarded in lieu of two sharp cutlasses. They sang a siren's song, snapping side to side, slicing, chopping, cutting through the thinly-chained necks of crusaders before they could even reckon what had come. And not only that, but those three monstrous revenants were bearing down on them from behind.

With one voice, they let out an ear piercing roar, burning, icy breath blasting from their gaping maws, coating the back lines of the Halcyon's forces. Soldiers froze solid where they stood, looking more like popsicles than soldiers. The revenants were merciless, their shrill, freezing cries rattling across the valley, turning sand to crystalline silica, bodies into frigid cadavers, and soldiers into statues. One by one, the Dark Ranger followed up on each of their conquests, her cutlasses slicing clean through frozen flesh, coagulated blood oozing from every cut. Wait.. how was she not freezing? There, around her neck! A bright, orange glowing orb clanged against her leather armor, bouncing free from her cloak with every pirouette, every twist.

Finally, their freezing breath over with, the revenants descended to flank the Ranger, their scythes in hand, dead, empty eyes staring at their handiwork. With one body, one mind, they marched forwards, hands gripping about their scythes. Scythes rose and fell, chopping through the remaining cadre of Crusaders, harvesting them like wheat. The revenant on the left made its slow, careful march forwards. Its scythe raised, and with one cruel, downward swing, it acted to snuff the faint heartbeat out of those in his wake permanently.

The center revenant stepped forwards, spindly, boney fingers wrapped about its scythe, and trudged forwards. Unlike its brethren, it made no move to slice her or cleave. Instead, its ghastly, haunted maw opened wide, wider than any jaw would allow, and the beginnings of a concerted gust of frost coiled about its charred and cracked lips.

The revenant on the right turned, marching forwards with its brothers, dead eyes locked forward. It descended, scythe raising.. and then, from the inside out, its icy exterior went golden. Its eyes flashed, mouth agape as it let out a low, shuddering vibrato roar that rose up to a tenor, then a falsetto, until the creature practically -POPPED- from a Light overload cast by one of the Halcyon’s Knight-Captains.

The ranger yowled, recoiling away from the pain of the Light inflicted by the Halcyon’s Paladins. She scampered away, rolling her shoulder, shaking the pain off. Her red eyes flicked from the Halcyon to the revenants, then back again. "I let you get away once, pigs. I'm not about to make the same mistake twice." She dashed away, her light footfalls padding against the sand.. only to feel the flat end of a blade slap against her ankles.

Her arms threw out in front of her, her entire body sailing forwards with an 'Uhnf!' of effort, and she landed face first in the blood soaked sand, staggering, trying to regain her balance. She rolled hurriedly up onto her back, red eyes blazing furiously at the offending paladin and runic knight. With a snarl that showed teeth, she leapt up to her feet, drawing her swords once more, spinning, pirouetting, one slicing toward the rune-knight, another towards the Paladin.

"When will you humans LEARN?" She snarled, her legs kicking out, attempting to bash against plate, "This is our home, not yours! NEVER yours!"

The revenant on the right was violently shunted, sending the gigantic beast staggering to the left. They stumbled, colliding with one another, their frozen breath cracking against one another, snap-freezing them together. They were trapped. They couldn't move! They..! ACORN! In unison their heads looked up, and saw the small, teensy tiny little thing fall between them. Within the span of two seconds, the haunting creatures had been replaced by a giant oaken tree, their wizened, craggy faces jutting out from the bark, their scythes sticking out at odd angles.

The ranger let out a huffing a breath as soldiers charged into her, sending her sprawling onto the ground.. and then again, just as she'd tried to regain her composure, another came to knock her down. Swords went flying in either direction, arms going wide to either side, her body "puff"ing into the soft sand beneath her. Swords, bird pecks, punches, nails.. it was all she could do to bring up her arms to try and ward off the blows.

She felt a sword descend upon her neck, driving clean through her pendant.. and straight into her heart. Then slowly, almost peacefully, her arms fell to her side, no longer even deigning to resist. Instead, her red eyes gazed peacefully up at the paladin, druid, crusader and she smiled.

"We.. will.. never.. surrender," she blurbed, congealed, black blood oozing from her lips. "We will fight you.. wherever is needed. We will.. kill you.. we will.. never.. give up.. our homes.." Gingerly, sickly, her left hand reached to the pendant, which began to crack and splinter around the sword, glowing a bright, rich amber color.

"Glory to the Forsaken.. Glory.. to.. Sylvanas.." Her eyes widened with manic glee, and the pendant began to let out a soft chiming. The light growing more and more intense, the noise ringing in their ears. "We will.. never.. be.. slaves-" The pendant blasted the ranger to smithereens, and, hopefully for her, might just take some of them with her. Yet, the Halcyon prevailed. They had won. They now had their foothold in Hillsbrad, and it was only a matter of time before they expanded further inland.

#It's a long Read #Combat Event Recap #The Halcyon #Op: Endgame #IC #Guild Plot

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thecoriful · 7 years ago

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InuKag week 2018 - day 3 - Distance

Okay. So, I did the unthinkable - I wrote Inu Yasha fanfiction! The first one in over 10 years.

I was so inspired by my newfound love for the fandom - thanks to all the people out there who keep it alive with their stories and their art. You know who you are, and you are beautiful, please keep going! <3

There will be more of this, but it fit so perfectly with @inukag-week that I couldn’t wait to post it.

You can also read this at FF.net on Ao3

What were we hoping...

...to get out of this? Some kind of momentary bliss? ~ Villagers - Nothing arrived

He didn't sleep after the first few weeks of her abscence, to keep the dreams away. He knew that when he let sleep really take over him, he would dream of her. His dreams had always been very vivid, lingering in his brain for days on end. He didn't need to be reminded of her this way. Who knows what his fucked up brain would show him when he slept?

He'd rather remember her the way she was: strong, stubborn, sometimes as angry as he was. The way she would stomp her foot on the ground, hands balled tightly into fists of rage against her hips, full of frustration about his thick-headedness. Her blazing eyes full of fury and concentration when they were focused on an enemy target whilst holding her bow and arrow... such a perfect, beautiful picture, forever engraved in his mind. Wild, almost like a child of the forest like him in certain moments. Fearless, selfless and full of compassion when it came to her friends, and also to strangers they had just met. With her wonderful ability to see the good in everything.

She was so strong, and yet so breakable in other moments, crying over him, for him, because of him. He'd never forget the way her tears smelled, the memory alone took his breath away as his heart cramped for a long, aching moment... he longed to wipe away her tears, to kiss them from her cheeks.

The tender look she always gave him whenever he did something she liked - wether it be helping others or saying something nice or fighting for her and their friends - this look became the manifestation of his moral compass.

He would never forget how her small, soft hands felt on his shoulders, and how they comforted him so many times. Oh, how these delicate hands gripped him thightly but trustingly when he ran with her on his back, jumping higher and higher... he'd give everything just to feel this elation again. Never before in his life had he felt as free as with her on his back, the wind whipping around them. How he desired to hold her again, to touch her, run his hands through her hair made of silk, to smell her sweet scent again. Oh, he'd do everything for her, if she'd let him. She'd never have to walk again, he'd carry her everywhere. He would bathe her in light and love. She would never hear a grumpy word from him again, he would do everything she'd tell him to do. He'd never let her go again, always and forever he'd hold her in his arms.

If he could have her back, only seeing her beautiful face once more.... he wouldn't even need to gather all his courage to tell her he loved her, he wouldn't be able to stop the words tumbling from his mouth, he was sure of it. He'd not just tell her, he'd show her how much he loved her. If she also wanted it. His palms tingled with sensation, she was so present in his mind he could almost feel her - so he took a deep breath before he lost his mind completetly. Farther than this he could not go, it would drive him mad, he was sure of that.

This was not healthy, and he knew it. But he couldn't help but go to the well every three days, he would never forgive himself if she really came back and he wouldn't be there.

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Up until the night of the new moon, he had managed to avoid the dreams. A fortnight without sleep was something he was familiar with. But in his human form - not a chance. As soon as he had curled up in the corner of Kaede's little hut, where he had found shelter this night, sleep had taken him. He had awoken to the, due to his human eyes still blurry, concerned face of a certain little fox demon. "Inu Yasha?" A cool, tiny hand was very carefully pressed against his cheek. "Are you okay?", Shippou whispered. Inu Yasha tried to sit up but couldn't, the dark hands of sleep still had him in a vise like grip .

Was he okay? No, no he wasn't. The dream he had so dreaded in the past fortnight had finally come and, just as he had thought, it had been the black, endless world inside the Shikon no Tama all over. Only this time, he could not reach her, and Kagome was damned to forever fight within the jewel, never returning, never... The blackness eating him up, his lungs sore from screaming her name, but they were all alone, she couldn't hear him, he couldn't even sense her, they were all alone in the blackness, forever trapped inside this never ending nothingness...

Inu Yasha had a hard time breathing. He seemed to suck in endless amounts of air into his lungs, but couldn't release it. His head was still swimming in this endless black hell...

"Inu Yasha?!", Shippou's voice was urgent now, though still a whisper. "It's me, Shippou! Please look at me!"

Dark eyes danced around in the dark until they finally found bright green ones. "Now breathe!" Shippou urged, and Inu Yasha could finally breathe out. And in again, slowly, and out again. He repeated the motion for a minute until he could feel his cramped up muscles relax again. He had to get out of here. It was a wonder that old Kaede hadn't woken up, she was still fast asleep on her futon in the other side of the hut.

Swiftly, he stood up and got outside, looking up at the dark night sky. Stars were twinkling above him, and he took a deep breath of fresh air. As if he didn't have enough reason to hate his human nights...

The little kitsune had followed him outside and was now crawling onto his shoulder. He was a bit heavier for Inu Yasha in his human form, but he was still small. Such a little thing and yet he had seen so much pain and loss in his short life. Inu Yasha knew how it was to grow up with no parents, understood how lonely the kid must feel without this anchor in his life. At least he still had people to turn to: Kaede, Sango, Miroku... himself. As if on cue, Shippou buried his face in Inu Yasha's hair, embracing his neck tightly with his tiny arms. "I...." the litte kitsune started to stammer, and that's when a sob escaped him. "I mi-miss her s-so bad!" he cried into Inu Yasha's dark hair. The man closed his eyes in agony and brought his hands up to hold the little fox demon tightly. "Y-you were say-saying he-her name a-all over again..."

So that's why Shippou had woken him up.

"I know kid, I miss her too.", Inu Yasha said with a coarse voice. "Real bad." He sat down on the cold ground at the outer back of the hut, leaning against the wall, all the while holding the sobbing demon child. He couldn't say anything else, he didn't really know what to say, if he was honest. He'd never been good with words, so he just hoped that being there would be good enough.

After the sobs had quieted down, it didn't take long for Shippou to succumb to sleep in the man's arms.

There was no way Inu Yasha would let himself fall asleep that night again, so he just held the little furry ball until the sun came up.

He relished hearing the sound of the birds chirping, and of the whole village slowly waking up again.

As his black hair rapidly changed back to silver, Shippou stirred, rubbing his eyes, without a doubt sensing the youkai engery coming to life again. He looked at Inu Yasha from under his bangs, clearly afraid of what the hanyou had to say about his sleeping place.

But the half-demon just looked him calmly, softly in the eyes, like the little demon had never seen him do it. "It's okay to be sad, you know?" he said to Shippou. "I know what she was to you. But there are a hell of a lot people still here who care for you. You'll never be alone, I swear." he akwardly ruffled the kitsune's hair and sat him down on the ground.

Shippou just looked at him, his chest suddenly feeling very warm. The way Inu Yasha had just looked at him... the look was so familiar - he had often recieved it in the past, only had it been grey eyes that had bestowed it upon him. "Go to Miroku's." Inu Yasha suddenly ordered. "I gotta get outta here for a bit." After a short pause, he added: "I'll be back soon."

And without another glance at Shippou, he jumped into the nearest tree and off he went, a blur of silver and red.

He jumped from treetop to treetop, ducking and doging his way through, going at breakneck speed. He was trying to outrun the last ripplets the damned dream had made as it had dropped deep in his mind, but he couldn't completly shake it off.

He was behaving like a madman, and he knew it, but even though, he couldn't stop running. He kept racing through fields, woods, propelling himself over rivers until he didn't know where he was anymore. Finally, he reached some cliff, its other side so far away he couldn't jump over, so he stopped and just stood at its edge and stared off into the distance. Fields, trees, rivers, villages... everything seemed so small and far away.

His thoughts were revolving around Kagome, she was the sole thing on his mind and all he felt was loneliness, so deeply carved into his heart it physically hurt. Since when had solitude began to feel like this? He had always relished it, cherished the tranquility of silence, but now it just felt hollow and forced. And, there in this absolute solitude, surrounded by fresh air and only the busy rustle of animals around him, with sudden, absolute clarity he knew that he would wait for her to come back, or, fuck it all, he'd just wait five hundred damned years, and even if it were the last breath he'd ever take, he'd take it with her sweet smell in his nose.

It was the first time he let himself think about what she might be doing just in this moment on the other side of the well.

****

The dreams continued, and the days and nights seemed endless, dragging along excrutiatingly slow.

It got a bit better once Miroku and he started to travel around to exterminate youkai. After the word of Naraku's death got around, hundreds of small youkai had been creeping out of their hiding places, so there was a lot to do.

It was a good distraction from everything familiar. The fights, even though they were just with minor, weak youkai were good for his mood. And, even if it was hard to believe at first, the monk was mostly good company. They didn't talk much, and he was grateful for the peace and quiet.

Sometimes Miroku would talk about religion, how everything in life had a meaning and was intertwined. Inu Yasha would just look at him, hoping his eyes would convey the message. The monk was his friend, he wouldn't go and be disrespectful about his belief.

But where was the meaning in meeting the perfect woman, her healing his wounds, making his dead heart beat again, just to have her ripped out of his life, leaving an enormous hole where life and love should have been? What was he to do with this big, pulsing lump in his chest now? He could not silence it again, of that he was sure.

Once, he had even voiced exactly these thoughts, in a very weak moment. They had just sat up camp and had a small fire burning, when Miroku started again with the everything-has-a-meaning-crap. Inu Yasha had all but spit the words into the monk's surprised face. For once, Miroku didn't know what to say. He had opened and closed his mouth a few times, and after a few moments he settled with "Okay. I understand."

And, after a very long time, as Inu Yasha thought Miroku was already asleep: "I am very sorry. Please do not think that I do not know of your sorrow. I am your friend."

After a long silence Inu Yasha sighed. "I know."

And he did.

In the beginning, Miroku was also very careful that he didn't talk much about his life with Sango. Inu Yasha knew that it was hard for the monk. It's not like he didn't see how happy they were together. Of course, he was glad for his friends. They both deserved the quiet life they had made for each other in the village. With their small house and their garden full of vegetables and their laundry fluttering in the wind - the image of pure peace.

Oh, how he longed for this kind of boredom...

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