#dont look at gray in the back i need her for completion sake i found her for 25 bucks ok uhm BFMSBCMDN

[kirk]

i’m exhibiting insane person behaviour

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

I'd like to request the usual "(characters) reaction to their s/o being killed" with the sdra2 characters if ye dont mind

Ah a classic angst-fueled request! I’ll just do some of the characters.

.........

Yuri

“...моя любовь?" (”..my love?”)

His whole world came crashing down at the sight of your body--ruined by the killer’s trap/weapon(s).

He’s not much help in the investigation, though he says he’ll try looking around your room for clues (when in reality he just curls up on your bed and cries until Monocrow summons everyone to the trial)

The only time he speaks in the trial is when he’s shouting at the males--suspecting all of them for doing something so horrible to you.

If a male did kill you....that only fuels his hatred. 

If a female killed you...he feels hurt and devastated.

Why did it have to be you? He tried offering himself up as a victim, even though you convinced him not to do that.

Yet instead they took away someone so precious to him--the one he loved more than all the stars in the sky.

Yuki

Not seeing you around when the body discovery announcement played made him assume the worst.

But he prayed his luck would help him somehow as he ran to the location-

Only to stop as those who noticed him enter suddenly gather around the body, including Sora and Shinji, as though trying to prevent him from seeing who it was..

“What are you doing?!! Where’s [y/n]?!! I NEED TO SEE THEM!!!”

"B-Bro...I’m..I’m so sorry.” The firefighter can only mumble in sorrow as he finally moves aside, revealing your corpse.

Yuki just drops to his knees, screaming and crying and begging for this not to be real. 

He remains inconsolable the entire time everyone’s investigating, shutting down even when asked about his alibi during the trial.

“Does it matter what I say...? At this point, I-I’d rather die..s/o was all the hope I had left.."

Only Sora snaps him out of it, insisting you wouldn’t want him giving up now.

Teruya

‘Oh no....nonononononono-’

It’s a sight he’s gotten used to over and over again..but it’s not any less painful knowing it was you who became that grisly sight. 

In fact it’s even more painful for him.

He thought he kept a close eye on you. He promised you wouldn’t die on his watch.

So why did he fail again? What went wrong? 

Why does everyone he loved keep dying?

It’s hard to keep pushing forward, but he knows it’s what you’d want him to do.

Given his habit of collecting stuff, he’ll probably wear a necklace/bracelet/some article of clothing that belonged to you as a reminder of the love you’ve shown him.

He hardly blames the culprit, only himself for his failure and that damned wizard for putting everyone into this terrible situation.

Mikado

He hears the announcement and thinks to himself ‘ah, it’s about time! I wonder if Iroha finally got her act together-’

But when he sees your body...he feels his heart crack into pieces.

His classmates had only shown sympathy towards him when you two were dating--as you were able to see good behind the mastermind’s sinister masks.

With you gone, though..they aren’t sure what to say to him..

Nobody wanted to risk being burnt to a crisp.

Despite everything, Mikado manages to force a smile, reassuring himself that your death would go on to serve a greater purpose in his plan.

As long as Void's goal was completed in the end, it’s okay....right?

After it’s revealed Iroha did kill you (albeit accidentally) and was executed, the wizard returned to his room.

Only then did he drop the act, tears streaming down his real face as he cried in anger and his magic spiraled out of control

Monocrow had to replace a lot of the burnt furniture soon after.

Nikei

‘Another dead body announcement? Great..’

And he was almost finished with his recent scoop on how brave you were throughout this whole killing game.

You’ve always joked about how he found every bit of your personality “newsworthy”. But it was true.

Just thinking of your flustered reaction to the paper he was gonna give you made him happy. 

But...the sight of your motionless body stripped that happiness from him instantly. He nearly broke his pen in half.

He’s more cooperative in this investigation than before, writing down every detail/clue he can find. He wanted, needed to understand how and why you died.

When the truth comes out, though, Nikei only feels emptiness--blankly staring at your murderer’s execution.

Now he stays up all night writing articles about grief, loss, sorrow, and the like--tears staining every page.

Hibiki & Kanade

They’re in absolute hysteria. Or at least Hibiki is.

She has to be restrained by her sister and Setsuka so she doesn’t tamper with the crime scene. But she can only wail and shout at you to wake up.

Though when the reality sets in she’s unable to handle the investigation, so Kanade does most of the work.

Don’t get her wrong, she’s heartbroken, too. She loved you just as much as her sister, feeling disappointed in herself for not keeping a closer eye on you.

"I know it hurts, big sis, but crying isn’t going to bring s/o back to life. So we need to get through this trial for their sake, okay?”

It’s unbelievably hard, as Hibiki struggles to say your name without bursting into tears, but she tries her best to calm herself during the trial.

At every breakfast since then, it’s been odd having that chair between her and Kanade be completely empty.

Setsuka

She is one distraught mother hen.

You were just smiling and laughing with her this morning, contemplating life as you two walked around the new island.

And now..you’re gone? Just like that? 

How could she let this happen...?

She’s struggling to keep herself from falling apart as she investigates everything, promising you justice.

Though she can barely rally everyone’s spirits in your trial, despite her forceful smiles. 

It just hurts too much every time she sees your gray portrait beside her.

Once it’s all over she cries into Hibiki’s arms, and the vocalist consoles her without question--knowing the taller woman always did the same for her.

[staycult]

highschool!minho as your boyfriend

pairing — fem!reader x minho

genre — fluffish angst-ish ? bullet scenario but mostly not, enemies to lovers

word count — 2k

happy birthday to our precious cat boy! 🐈

happy birthday lino!

you’re one of the best dancers in your school

competitions arent complete without you

i guess the popularity with dancing got over your head a little bit

to you, you were just proud

but others took it the wrong way, as per usual

“alright we’re going to have a new member in our crew, please give him a warm welcome!” your dance instructor clapped

you wiped off your sweat and sat down on the floor to listen further

“come in, lino!” she urged

the young man came in wearing gray sweats and a plain black shirt with a poker face on

you didnt really care nor felt a bond forming between you two

“hi, lee minho, nice to meet you” he smiled half heartedly

you heard the other girls in the room swoon at the sight of him

you were about to nudge your friend who was obviously squealing when the instructor interrupted

“[y/n]! stand over here, please” she pointed beside minho

so you complied

his scent was manly with a hint of softness

he was taller than you and had a lean body structure

your instructor was eyeing the both of you from head to toe and proceeded to call over another instructor

“see, they would be perfect for it!” she whisper shouted at her fellow instructor, still eyeing the both of us

“i do agree with you but dont you think minho is still new? he just came in” the other replied

“minho if you don’t mind? can i show him your audition video?” she asked

minho gave her a nod while he looked around the place with his arms crossed, while you looked like an idiot just standing there like 🧍🏻‍♀️

“wow! his body is flexible, you made the right choice with these two" the male instructor commended

“right?"

"alright, you two would be assigned to create a new choreography for the up coming dance competition. it should be hip hop styled, music of choice is yours." she instructed

your fellow dancers already went home since it was getting late, so you did too after the discussion

you didnt really talk to minho

you felt like you didnt need to, yet

unless it was about the dance

practices were always held after classes. you and the crew decided to brainstorm possible songs that you guys could dance to. all of the songs they were suggesting was boring and at this point you were frustrated and threw a fit. "god, think!" you sighed at your fellow dancers as you ruffled your hair in anger. "do you have any better ideas?" minho asked, nonchalant. "i evaluate whether or not the songs can be used. do you have any ideas?" you rolled your eyes, copying his tone.

he shook head and let out a light smirk, a rather amused one. he suggested songs and remixes that were actually good, but you can never say that. for the first time, someone actually had the courage to speak back to you during your angry state. it did hurt your ego a bit.

"no, i dont want that, it's ear-bleeding" you lied, just for the sake of your reputation in front of your fellow members. "im not asking for your permission, im showing this to noona," he said getting up from the floor with the computer and walked out to find our older instructor.

whispers and held back laughter was heard in the room while their eyes are focused to either you, or minho's back who just disappeared

being a little brat, you stomped over to minho ( who you found in the hallway, just outside your instructor's office ) "you!" you stormed over until youre close enough. without looking, he let out a sigh, "what?"

"what the hell was that about!" you half-shouted, eyebrows furrowed. "what? did i hurt your ego?" he raised an eyebrow, giving you a smirk. you were taken aback by his choice of words. no body has ever came this close to you. all he did was say the truth, because he really did hurt your ego. you hate being told what to do and you hate getting embarrassed in front of people.

your face turned red, "you know what? fuck you" you turned around and left. leaving him with this annoying smug look on his pretty face.

it became a routine

to argue with him during practice

you guys were partners in the said dance

being close with his body gives you the chance to take revenge

by making yourself heavy every time he has to carry you

but you learned that he's not the one to hold back

by letting go of you, causing you to fall off ass first

after a month straight of practice, it went like that

safe to say you hated each other's guts

he hated your bratty and egotistic attitude, and you hated him for pointing it out in front of every one

there's 3 more days until the performance

and somehow, nervousness was getting ahead of you.

"one last practice for today! let me see what you guys got." your instructor said as you guys were positioning yourselves in place. during the dance, you knew you made so many mistakes but you were still hoping it would go unnoticed. making the ending pose, every one clapped as well as the instructor.

"over all, it's a winning dance for me!" every one cheered for the mentor's compliment while you were feeling unsteady. "[y/n], work on the dance a little more okay? you seem a bit on edge" she gave you a small smile. embarrassment was written all over your face. improve? me? christ! it's much worse when minho, who is right beside you, heard that.

the instructor left and every one proceeded to pack their things. as you were about to close yours, "work on the dance a little more okay?" little shit minho repeated your instructors words, with a smug look on his face that you badly want to wipe off with a punch

"okay" you replied dryly, not wanting to engage with crap because of your rising nervousness. "looks like im about to take your place, brat" he added. you knew he was just messing around since both of you had been fighting like this almost every day. you gave him a nod because you just wanted to escape at this point. you placed your bag over your shoulder and opened the door, "don't you think maybe it's because you're not that good-"

"can we not do this right now? alright? i get it. if you really are so fucking great, congrats! now leave me alone." you spat, walking past him and left the studio. the sun was setting when you got out and it was a rather chill weather. it was fine, we're in the middle of october any way.

you sighed as you hugged yourself for comfort due to the strong wind. walking home, you decided to stop by a vending machine.

great! your money just had to be stuck in the vent. just when you thought your day could get worse, this happens. you placed your head on the glass of the machine in front of you while mindlessly playing with the buttons.

you regret losing your cool in front of minho like that, because you know he was just messing around. at some point during practice, you were slowly learning that being a brat is horrible and not everything will go my way.

you noticed that you were starting to change too.

you let out another sigh and kicked a foreign rock to express your frustration. you eyes went back to the stuck money and tried to get it out again. a random finger from behind pressed a red button on top of the machine, which immediately retrieved your money.

you turned back around to thank the person, "thank you-" your smile faded when you realized who it was. he had a small cat eye smile on, "hi" he said in a low tone, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"hi" you said rather awkwardly. "what drink do you want?" he said as he brought out his wallet, positioning himself in front of the machine. "no you don't have to" you protested. "please, let me do this, it's the least i can do for pissing you off"

"banana milk, and im sorry too" you replied, playing with your fingers. he gave you this 'why are you saying sorry' look. "im sorry for all the mean stuff i said back there, i dont know what has gotten into me, im just so nervous about the performance"

he nodded, implying that he's listening while typing and inserting the money on the machine. "im just sorry for being a brat in general," you smiled apologetically as you accepted the banana milk from him. both of you sat down beside the vending machine.

"you dont have to apologize you know? im the one who took it too far" he said, guilt plastered all over his face. "it's fine, i deserve it. besides if it wasnt for you, i wouldnt have notice how much of a bitch i am." you admitted with a light chuckle.

"i didnt mean what i said earlier by the way," he spoke, finishing up his own banana milk. "which one?" you asked. "when i said you were not that good, i didnt mean it. in fact, youre one of the best." he admitted, placing his empty banana milk beside him.

"you think so?" you asked with a smile. "i know so" he smiled back, removing his hairband and placing it back again. "maybe that's why im falling for you." he mumbled.

competition day came

you were feeling energetic today

bratiness level lowered down by 70%

the performance went really great

every one at your school was rooting for your team

which made you even more giddy

"and the grand champion for this year is..."

you heard your school's name and immediately hugged minho unintentionally out of joy

your legs were wrapped up in his waist and he was swinging you around, happy to win as well.

he let go of you gently, trying not to make things awkward

youve already touched his body due to the dance steps but it felt awkward after he confessed

after the celebration, your crew was in the back stage, preparing for the surprise

today is october 25, meaning it's his special day

you got out the cake you personally baked for him and motioned everyone to gather around before minho comes in

"surprise!" every one cheered and threw random pieces of paper towards him when he came in the back stage

"happy birthday to you! happy birthday to you! happy birthday dear minho, happy birthday to you" you sang along with the crew and faced him his cake

"make a wish, lino" you said as you waited for him to blow.

"i wish to be with you" he said out loud, not even minding the people around us and blew the candle out. a lot of ooos and cheers were heard, making you blush. you gathered frosting all over your finger and proceeded to wipe it on his face

he let out a fake shocked face as he did the same to you. by now, every one around you has frosting in your faces. musting up all the courage left in you. you made your way to minho once more and placed a frosting on his lips. he smirked at your sudden action as he lifted you up.

you pressed your lips against his, licking the frosting clean off of him. he gladly accepted the kiss, ignoring everyone around the both of you. pulling away, "maybe i am falling for you too, lino" you confessed. making him kiss you once more.

bf minho is very tsundere

as usual, dance practices together

vending machine dates after practice

lots and lots of i love yous while dancing

SLOW DANCING IN YOUR ROOM!!!!!!

would let you meet his cats bcs "you are now worthy"

helping each other out with missed assignments

your best friend

kisses are wild but soft

dance covers together

will literally break the vending machine to give you your banana milk

would buy you breakfast

holds your hand during break

cuddling with his cats!!!!!!

forehead kisses with reassurance

people dont get your inside jokes

a tease !!!!!

"baby, there is no one else like you"

author's note —

i tried to make this gender neutral but i dont know much about mxm dancing together! sorry about that, i tried to lessen the female details though.

im open for constructive criticism! i made this a birthday special for our lee know <3

[fatandnerdy30]

Loki Helps a Boy

So this is the second installment to Loki Finds a Boy which so many people have been asking for. So I hope you like it!

@lokiismyhubby @laurenandloki @gt-marvel

It had been a two weeks since Peter had been found by Loki and the boy found he wasn't as scary as people made him out to be. He was curious and overly mischevious. But he had made sure not to be seen by the giant as he traversed the overly large tower. He had a few near sightings on his journeys to acquire the things his uncle needed for his sick aunt.

But it seemed like it wasn't enough, because May kept sicker. He sat by her bedside leg bouncing as he stared at her ashen face. Her breathing was heavy and raspy and when she coughed it sounded like sandpaper was trying to escape her lungs. Grabbing the towel from her forehead, Peter wet it again and placed it on her face half expecting it to sizzle with how hot to the touch she was.

Peter couldn't sit here any more and do nothing! He had to get help. Whatever help he could get. Running from the room he slammed into his Uncle Ben who looked shocked to see him. "What's wrong, Peter? Is May all right?"

"She-she's all right...but she just keeps getting sicker...I need to find help." He ran around Ben and ran to grab his bag and shoes, ignoring the wide eyed Ben.

"Peter if you're doing what I think you're doing it's not a good idea! If the humans spot you, they'll squish you flat! I won't let that happen to you!" The man reached for the boy' shoulder, but he just dodged him.

"I've already met one of them, Ben! He was nice and let me go...I think he'll do that again." Or at least Peter hoped that he would be coming back for May's sake. It was with that hope he ignored Ben's pleas and ran from the tiny home in the walls.

Using the beams and concrete ledges, Peter managed to make it to where he climbed down what seemed like so long ago now. Wiping his nose the boy dropped his rope and watched it land on the same shelf he thought he would lose his life on, but had made a friend instead.

Wedging his hook into the vent, Peter began to climb down, grunting a little bit from how tired he was from staying up as long as he could while Ben was running onto the garden floor to gather the herbs that weren't working on May.

"Well, well. You finally show again, little one." Loki's voice snapped Peter from his thoughts as he turned his head to see the black haired man staring at him from a chair with amusement. "I thought you had forgotten about me. You cut me to the quick." Loki placed a hand over his heart and smirked, but it died when Peter didn't laugh. Instead he stared at the man with watery eyes, his lower lip trembling. The giant rose quickly and made his way over to the boy, concern written on his face. "What is it?"

"My aunt....she....she's really sick and not getting better...I didn't know what to do, so I came here, but now I'm thinking it was a bad decision to come here...." Peter shimmied his way down to the shelf to give his arms a rest as he stared up at Loki's face. "Please...can you help me?"

"What are her symptoms, little one?"

"She's gray, her skin is hot and she's coughing a lot, her breathing is harsh like there's something in her lungs...I dont know what to do! I...I can't lose her...Ben can't lose her either." Looking up at the man, Peter fell to his knees. "Please....I have nowhere else to turn."

Loki smiled kindly and placed his hand up to the shelf, palm up. "Fear not little one. I do by chance know a way to help her, but...there is a catch." He sighed and shook his head. "I don't know if you are desperate enough, but it involves meeting someone else...perhaps multiple Midgardians."

Tp say Peter was shocked was putting it lightly. Would he have to meet the person? Or people? "What...what are Midgardians?"

It took a few seconds before Loki laughed low in his throat. "I forget you live on Midgard, so you would not know of their other name, but they are humans, which I am not. I am Asgardian, the prince of Asgard, brother to Thor."

The boy stared at Loki in shock while taking a step onto the man's palm timidly. He was speaking to a prince?! "I-I-I didn't know Mr. Loki! Should I be calling you 'your highness' or something like that?" Slowly he made his way into the man's hand, still a little nervous around the man's fingers that could literally crush him with so little pressure. So when Loki gave him a look, he tensed afraid he'd hurt the man's feelings.

"You will call me Loki, young Peter. I like you so you do not have to call me as such. As for the others living here...they show me no respect and Stark is the worst with his names..." The god shivered and brought Peter close to his chest as he started walking. "I will bring you to meet doctor Banner, for he is the most familiar with human illnesses. I do not trust the others to care for your aunt." Ever since his first meeting with the doctor's alter ego he had gained a certain respect for the man.

Beginning a brisk pace, they left the room and making sure no one was around before he started for the elevator. He didn't want to stop and explain Peter's existence especially when the boy seemed to be more than worked up about the woman's condition.

"I hope he knows what happened and how to treat May," the tiny boy said. He was gripping onto Loki's fingers like a life line, his limbs shaking as he felt the wind in his hair with each of the man's steps.

"I'm sure he knows. Just explain her symptoms to him as you did to me." Loki sent a reassuring look down to the boy who looked frightened. "Are you all right?" Peter nodded, though his lips were tightly sealed which made the prince smile. "Would it help if I did this?" Bringing the boy closer to his body he secured his hand this way there was no way he would be able to fall.

Feeling the heat behind him made the boy open his eyes and look to see green fabric pressed against him. He turned his eyes upward and saw the bottom of the man's chin and little else. And believe it or not, Peter did feel safer knowing that Loki was protecting him so he slowly let go of the fingers and sat back and was actually able to enjoy the breeze, smiling a bit. 'This feels nice,' he thought as he sighed letting the beating of the giant's heart under and behind him calm him down as well.

Loki tried to pay little attention to the being leaning into his chest as he made his way to the elevator. "You are not allowed past the thirtieth floor," Friday reminded him making the man roll his eyes.

"Yes I know you dimwitted machine. You tell me every time I enter this infernal contraption. Take me to Banner."

"I can't do that, Reindeer Games," the machine replied making Peter giggle. "He is on the fortieth floor."

"Then tell him to come to me you daft waste basket!" With a huff he stormed off the elevator and made his way back to his room. I swear that idiotic mainframe is trying to make me go insane." He then brought his hand up to his face, scowling at Peter who stared at him in shock.. "And what were you laughing at in there, hmm?"

The boy's face went red and he stared down at Loki's palm. "Sorry...I thought the name was funny."

"You would. That was one of the names Stark made up when we were in Germany. He was making fun of my helmet, it had long horns adorning it."

"I'll bet it looked really cool! Not like a reindeer at all!" Peter tried to make up for his laughing wich made Loki narrow his eyes and sigh.

"You are forgiven. This time. For now we must await the arrival of Dr. Banner." Loki walked back into his room to find his brother sitting on his bed staring at the door.

"Brother! Why do you have need of a doctor? Are you sick? Injured?" Thor got up and rushed to Loki's side, completely missing the small boy in his palm and began patting Loki down, much to the smaller's disapproval.

"I am fine, Thor...I do not need the doctor." He took a look at Peter, seeing how scared he was but the small being had agreed to this. "This boy does." Finally Thor brought his gaze down to his brother's hand and his eyes went wide.

"Is that...a borrower?" He was whispering but his voice still boomed. "I have only heard stories of them! How ever did you manage to capture it?" Thor went to poke Peter, but Loki brought his other hand up to block the impending finger.

"I did not capture him. He came to me of his own volition, isn't that right young Peter?" The by who was too scared to say anything just nodded. "See? Now stop scaring him and back away." He glared at Thor until he did that. He swore his brother was the thickest idiot of them all. How did he get the offer of King before Loki?

"I truly am sorry, little one. I did not mean to scare you. I was simply excited to see one of your kind. Please accept my apology." Thor bowed his head and Peter stood there looking dumbfounded as he nodded.

"S-sure..." Was a human apologizing to him!? He knew the people of this tower were weird, but this took the cake!

"Loki, I swear if you called me up here because you turned your brother into a certain type of toy again, I will gladly ask for those chains your brother used on you last time-" Bruce stopped as he stared at the tiny figure in Loki's hands. "Please tell me that's a doll and not an innocent from the streets.." He could not handle the situation if it wasn't a doll.

"He is not a doll, nor have I shrunk him. This is Peter, he is a borrower and in dire need of your help, doctor." Loki swept his hand forward and Peter was frozen in the dark man's gaze as they stared at one another. "Do not be afraid, Peter. He is a doctor and can help your aunt."

At that Bruce snapped out of it and a look of concern came over his face. "What happened? Is someone hurt?" He bent down to look Peter in the face, concern written on his features. "Tell me what happened?"

It took a minute for the boy to unfreeze, but his need to heal his aunt came out and he nodded. "It started last week with a cough, then May was having a hard time breathing now she can't even get out of bed. She's burning up and barely wakes up and every time she breathes or coughs it sounds like she's got something in her chest but nothing comes out."

Bruce's brows went down in worry. "That sounds like pneumonia, which is serious. Peter, can you get her out here?"

At that the boy shook his head. "Uncle Ben would never allow it. He's too scared of humans." But, if it meant May's life, he was sure Ben would approve. "Maybe...maybe you can talk to him through the vents? Tell him how dangerous it is if she's not taken care of...please?" Peter was really hoping his uncle would listen to the humans. May's life depended on it.

"Well...I can try." Bruce was stunned that this being smaller than his hand was sentient enough to feel emotions. He wanted to run so many tests, ask so many questions but right now he had another patient to worry about. "Where should I speak?"

"I'll get him to come to the vents. Mr. Loki? Can you please put me on the shelf? I can climb up from there."

"I can do much better than that, little one." Loki's hand started glowing a dark green and suddenly the boy was lifted in the air, his cries turning into happy laughter as he rose towards the vents.

"Thanks Mr. Loki! I'll be right back!" Peter started running through the walls using the ledges and beams to fling himself forward untl he was slamming his front door open startling his uncle who apparently was getting ready to go out. "Uncle Ben! Come on, I found a doctor! He says she has something called Pneumonia which can kill her! Let him help May please!" He was sweating and panting, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

"P-Peter? Where have you been? Your aunt...she's not eating or drinking." He looked down at the ground sadly. "I think this may be the last for her."

Peter's head started shaking back and forth, tears falling from his eyes. "NO! Uncle Ben, you have to let this doctor take a look at her! Please! He can save her!"

Ben stared at the boy and nodded. "Where is he?"

"He's outside the vents...but...he's human." Peter winced when he said that and Ben's eyes went wide.

"H-humans?" He stuttered. "Peter how could you? You know the rules! Never be seen! Now we'll have to move and with May being so sick she'll never make it.." The man sat heavily on the armchair and stared at the boy. "You've doomed us.."

"No Uncle Ben! They're nice, I promise...please..just let the doctor treat May. I know he can save her, please! We can't...we can't lose her. Please." He whispered the last word and Ben looked up at him and finally nodded. Smiling, Peter raced into May's room and taking a look at her sick form got her to sit up. "Ben! Help me carry her please!"

Ben walked slowly into the room and collected his wife who woke to look up at him with confusion but he smiled down at her. "It'll be okay, May. I promise." He kissed her forehead and leveled a gaze at Peter. "If this doctor turns out to be just a scientist who wants to study us..."

"He's not like that. Now come on..." He started walking out of the house when doctor Banner's voice came through the vents echoing around them.

"Peter? Are you there? I've been trying to call to you for the past five minutes."

"Doctor Banner! We're coming out!" Peter helped carry May up the ledges and through the maze of bars before they reached the vents and he poked his head through. "Mr. Loki? Can you pelase do the green thing? May's too weak to climb down." The dark haired man nodded and in the next instant they were all lifted, Ben crying out and holding May closer to him as they were brought down to the dresser where the man tried to stand proud but his knees were quaking and he was trembling.

"Sir, there's no need to be scared. I'm doctor Banner. I heard your wife was sick. May I see her please?" Bruce kneeled next to the dresser and smiled softly as the man nodded and loosened his grip on May to let him see her face. "It's worse than you said, Peter. She'll need fluids and medication quickly. Mr. Parker I know its hard but please allow me to bring her to the med bay where my equipment is. Please."

Ben stared at the human for a moment before nodding. "Under one condition. I go with her." Bruce nodded and put his hand down next to the dresser and Ben stepped onto the palm, almost losing his balance but he righted himself. "You can lift us now, human."

Peter groaned and shook his head. Trust his uncle to treat the man trying to save his wife's life with an attitude. Suddenly there was pressure on the back of his shirt and he was lifted to look into Loki's eyes. "You, young one, will be staying with me until the deed is done and the doctor has save your aunt." He smiled and placed Peter in his palm. "Come. We can go and meander and look at the sights and hopefully not bump into Tony Stark."

A week had passed and May was up and feeling much better. Peter hadn't seen her since Ben had taken her up to the floor because Loki wasn't allowed up to the medbay but Friday told him multiple times a day how her condition was. So it was with anticipation that he was waiting on Loki's bed while the man paced and kept looking at the door. "Damn it all, where is that looney doctor? He said he would be here within the hour!"

"And this looney keeps his promises." Bruce walked into the room and frowned at Loki. "Peter could have come up and visited with one of the others."

At this Peter shook his head. "I..I don't know the others so I'd rather stay where I know people."

"And that's how we raised you." May's voice came from the doctor's hands and Peter smiled up and jumped trying to see her.

"May! You're okay!"

Loki who had been watching rolled his eyes and picked the boy up. "Go see your family." He brought the boy to Bruce's hands and Peter jumped off. He looked like he wanted to run to May but he knew she was still weak.

"Oh Peter...." The woman smiled and opened her arms to Peter who ran into them with a little sob.

"I'm so glad you're okay..." It felt good to be held by the woman who raised him and he held her as tight as he dared. He looked up at the doctor and with eyes he smiled. "Thank you," he said and buried his head into her shoulder. He was glad he had met Loki and that he had brought doctor Banner to save May. He knew they would always have a special place in their hearts.

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My Truemate pt 17

AN: I am just going to link the Masters List to the Series and I will leave it linked right here TO CATCH UP HERE

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Word Count: 3,297

Sam and Sarah get back to the house Sunday evening but notice that something is off between you and Dean. Sam questions about it, with no hesitation Dean tells him everything from Roman coming over to look for you and what Benny has told him about the business Roman has now.

“You guys we need to tell Chuck about this now before something really bad happens” Sam says while we all sit at the table.

“Im with Sam on this one guys, I mean I am already getting scared just by thinking about the worse. Especially if y/n is the one person he wants” Sarah says as she places an arm around your torso, you accept the embrace with ease and rest your head on her shoulders.

“What is he going to do about it? Its out of state where anything goes, how is he going to take down the possible business?” you ask lifting yourself from Sarah's side and looking between your brothers.

“By placing Roman in prison for good where he belongs” Sam says while you notice he is beginning to be fearful for you.

“I'll talk to him tomorrow but in the mean time y/n go to the police and file that complaint against him. Also mention he was here to. After something like that its still against the law to go against an Omega like this” he says with authority in his voice while he looks to Dean and he looks to you with a pleading expression.  

“Fine, fine, I will finally do this but I dont want to go alone” you finally give into filing the complaint after so long of debating.

“I will go with you, dont want you facing this by yourself.” Sarah says while she places her hands over yours and giving a gentle squeeze.

“I have to tell Michael about this, the sooner he knows the better. Along tell him about him scenting Cas being here. I dont want anything happening to either of you” Dean says through his gritted teeth.

All four of you call it an early night to go to bed, you still sit in the kitchen having a cup of tea.

“Baby girl, I will do anything to keep you safe ok, I dont know what I would do if anything ever happened to you” Dean says as he enters the kitchen from the living room.

You look up to your older brother while tears begin to form.

“Please” is all you say while getting up from your chair and hugging Dean.

Your voice sounded so small while pleading with him. The sound of your voice just broke his heart because he never liked the sound coming from you. To him you were always so strong yet at this state, so fragile.

The both of you called it a night and went to bed.

For pete sake, Dean decided to sleep with you in your room. You liked the idea and felt safer with Dean next to you. Your protective alpha, your brother you love so dearly.

After going to the police about Richard Roman sexually harassing you the first day you got to Kamloops is when they have begun the investigation.

Talking to all the people who were there at the diner that night and going on to the people who have taken Roman out of the diner.

When the police interviewed Michael is when he couldnt contain his anger. When being reminded about the whole entire night and how he mentioned he was your true mate.

They told him for the both of you consummate the bond between you now before anything else follows pursuit.

Castiel had come by to keep you company after closing down shop until further notice and apologized to the customers who have place orders and online.

They have graciously understood and couldnt wait for you to open up shop again after everything has settled.

As the days went by after filing the complaint and gone into further investigation is when you began to develop cabin fever.

You saw from the corner of you eye, at the corner of the living room is Deans acoustic guitar.

After seeing the guitar has brought a smile to your face. You went to pick up the guitar and tuned it to the desired sound.

Begun to strum out a tune that has been stuck in your head for the past few weeks.

You knew how much Castiel has blamed himself countless of times for his brothers death. You wanted to show him how much you have appreciated him and thats with song.

The more you thought about Castiel and his struggles to cope with the loss of his brother along with the Dick Roman incident to as well since he has scented him.

“Everybody else knows how this goes

Everybody knows how wide and how much and how far

Everybody's got my number now

Maybe I can find a way out “

“I've been running too long on this shift

And I've been keeping tabs on myself “

“And now I'm cutting close in on my limit

And I think I heard somebody say

You're never gonna be anybody else

You're never gonna see until you see yourself “

“So come on come on see how it goes

Come on come on take a deep breath

And don't let go”

“Yeah, yeah

A little bit extra, you think you can find me?

'Cause everybody else gave up a while ago”

“I'm looking out

I'm looking out at gray skies

I'm looking out

I'm looking out at a home”

“You're never gonna be anybody else

You're never gonna see until you see yourself

So come on come on see how it goes

Come on come on take a deep breath

And don't let go”

“Yeah, yeah

A little bit extra, you think you can find me?

'Cause everybody else gave up a while ago

I'm looking out

I'm looking out at gray skies

I'm looking out

I'm looking out at a home”

“You're never gonna be anybody else

You're never gonna see until you see yourself

So come on come on see how it goes

Come on come on take a deep breath

And don't let go”

When you completed the song is when you wrote out the lyrics. While its still fresh in your memory and write down the music notes.

'Thank you Dean for teaching me how to play the guitar' you say to yourself as you are almost done with writing everything down.

“Well you are very welcome” Dean says from the other side of the living room leaning against the beam.

“Geez, how long have you been standing there?” you ask as he scared you when he said something all of a sudden.

“Sorry, I was in the garage when I heard music here in the house and at first I thought it was you playing loud music over the radio. But I come in here and I see you playing and singing” Dean says as he enters in the living room further to seat himself on the arm chair.

“Look um Im sorry for keeping you inside for so long. Its just Im scared if I let you go some where by yourself, you will get taken from me. I mean us” he says while you begin to smell the fear off of him and you went to sit by his side as you take his hand into yours.

“I know and honestly I am beginning to get cabin fever but I understand though. I know its not easy for you, Sam, Sarah, and Castiel but I get it” you tell him while trying to keep your emotions intact.

“You’re forgetting someone already” he says with a smile on his face.

“What do you mean?” you ask.

“Michael, you’re forgetting him. He gets worried about you as well and I think he counts as something” he says while his smile never fades.

“He has Anna though” you say to him while feeling the hurt as you mention the one person who is with your true mate.

Castiel sits at home in his room reading a book with a warm cup of tea. It was quite chilly out as the day looks gloomy.

When he couldnt concentrate reading anymore is when he sets his Ipod into his dock and selects the song the mortitians daughter by black veil brides.

He begins to sing out the lyrics 'I sit here and smile dear. I smile because I think of you and I blush.'

He hears a vehicle pull into the drive way and he looks out his window to see who has stopped by the house.

He notices its his brother Michael and he walks out of his room to say hello to him while he is here.

He enters the kitchen where his mother and father are along with Michael who has his back faced him.

“Castiel, sweet heart. Nice of you to join us” his mom says taking her attention away from her husband and eldest son.

“I saw Michael pull into the drive way and wanted to say hello” he says placing his hand on his back.

“Castiel, just the person I want to see” Michael says a little to cheery

Castiel is trying to think of what has gotten him so happy all of a sudden. When a few days ago he was conflicted.

“Michael here has come to grace us with such good news” Naomi says looking between the men in her life.

“Is Anna pregnant? Where is she by the way? You cant tell such gracious news when your mate isnt here” Chuck says with a wide smile.

“Thats what I am here to talk to all of you about. If Anna were to be pregnant it wouldnt be from me” Michael says to his family as they look to him with confused expressions on their faces.

“Son what are you trying to say?” Chuck asks.

“Did Anna cheat on you?” Naomi cuts in after Chuck.

“Mother, Father please. No more assumptions and let Michael speak” Castiel says looking between his parents.

“Well it turns out that Anna and I have met our true mates. She has met hers while on her business trip a couple of months ago and I have met mine about the same time as well. We have mutually ended our relationship to be with our true mates” Michael says looking to his family as he says true mate and you come to mind right away.

“Who is this true mate you speak of?” Naomi asks in anticipation while Chuck on the other hand is getting really impatient.

While Castiel has a smile on his face for the good news.

“My true mate is Y/n Winchester and who Castiel works with” Michael says to his family as his mom squeals in delight for the news.

Castiel hugs his brother and Chuck who is happy but couldnt wipe off the worry some expression off his face.

“Charles, honey arent you happy for your son in finding his true mate? Who happens to be an Omega” Naomi says to her husband trying to pull him away from the trance he was in.

“Of course I am happy for my eldest son who found his true mate and we are going to gain another beautiful Omega” He says as he hugs his son in a tight embrace.

“I must share something with all of you though” he says to his family

Castiel knowing all too well what his father is about to share with Michael and his mom.

Castiel immediately goes to Michaels side to link arms with him and he looks to him with a puzzled expression.

Chuck goes onto tell Naomi and Michael about the harassment Richard Roman has done.

The visit he made to you and also scenting Cas.

The possibility of him getting into the brothel business out of state and has officially moved out of Washington to pursue the business full time.

After hearing everything Chuck has revealed is when Michael gets into a hot rage thinking anyone would want to hurt his mate along with his baby brother.

Castiel allows Michael to scent him to calm down along with anything else he can think of.

“Dean was home when Dick went by the house and Benny showed up at the house moments later to tell him about what father has mentioned” Castiel says to him and Chuck is just as out raged as Michael.

“We need to do something to protect our family” Naomi says pacing around the kitchen, Chuck pulls her into his arms and she begins to scent him to calm her nerves.

“There is also something that I need to share with you and dad” Castiel says to break the tension in the kitchen.

“Go a head son” Chuck says while nodding him to continue on with what he wants to share.

“I to have found my true mate and he is Y/n's brother Dean Winchester. He owns a refurbished furniture shop out of his garage at their home” Castiel tells his parents and brother but he already knew that.

When he tells his news is when everything else settles for the time being and his family is happy for him.

“My baby has met himself a handsome alpha” Naomi says to her son while pulling him into a hug and he accepts right away.

“I think we should have a dinner to meet your mates here in the house and they can bring their brother Sam along as well. Especially his mate because our family has extended and I am very happy about this” Chuck says hugging his son as well and he scents him out of happiness.

“I think that will be wise to ease everyones minds off about Richard Roman” Castiel says looking to his family and Michael nods in agreement.

“How are we going to invite them? Do I talk to y/n? Or are you going to talk to Dean about this?” Michael asks.

“I think you should let y/n know about you and Anna first before you could say anything about the dinner.” Naomi says to her son

She feels happy for her boys in finding their true mates and soon to have what she and her husband have.

Even though they were never brought together by scent like most have. She has undying love for her husband for the years they have been married and spent together.

“I should give her a call and if she would like to get out of the house to go to lunch with me” Michael says as he takes out his phone to dial the house number Dean has left him a few days ago.

“Hello?” Dean is the one who picks up the phone.

“Dean, its Michael” he says with a smile on his face

“Hey, hows' it goin man?” he is surprised Michael has even called the house.

“Its going pretty good, I was wondering if your sister is home” Michael asks while looking to his parents.

They both have smiles on their faces.

“Yeah she is, hold on a sec” Dean says taking the phone into the kitchen.

“Y/n its for you” Dean says as he enters the kitchen.

“Well who is it?” you ask getting yourself a cup of tea.

“Its Michael” is all he says and leaves the phone on the counter for you to pick up.

You think about it for a moment and finally raise the phone to your ear.

“Hello?” you ask while closing your eyes.

“Hi Y/n, how are you?” Michael asks while he is completely nervous for being on the phone with you and even sound pleasant to him.

“Im doing ok, how about you?” you ask while being nervous as well

“I think I have been better, there is a reason why Im calling” Michael’s palms begin to sweat

“Ok whats going on?” you ask while looking around the kitchen and see something thats out of place. Well more like to distract you from saying something stupid.

Dean looks to you and knew you are distracting yourself from say anything remotely stupid. He smiles at the random things you do.

He goes back into the living room and watches the sports channels to catch up on a few highlight reels.

“I was wondering if you would like to company me to lunch whenever you are ready?” finally he comes out the question he has been dying to ask you.

“Uh,,,,,,,ok. Im ready right now” you reply quickly while stumbling around the kitchen but quick to place everything back without Michael hearing a rukus.

Dean walks into the kitchen and witnesses you dropping and knocking things over as you quickly place them back. He covers his mouth to conatin his laughter. But he relaeses a slight chuckle.

“Ok, I will be there in 20 minutes” Michael replies as a wide smile spreads across his face

“Yeah sounds great, see you soon” after you answer him and hung up the phone is when your heart begins to beat so fast you fear its going to stop soon.

Then you realize what you have agreed to is when Anna creeps into your thoughts.

“Oh no, what did I just do?” you say while Dean comes back into the kitchen to try and eavesdrop.

He realizes you are off the phone and begins to notice the nerves you are beginning to have.

“Hey hey hey whats wrong?” Dean asks as he places his hands on both of your shoulders.

“I just agreed to go out for lunch with Michael and Anna came into mind. Dean what if she finds out about us going out in public” you tell him what you are feeling.

“Look at me, I dont think she will find out considering she isnt in town. Go to lunch with him and see how everything goes from there ok? Maybe I should ask Cas if he wants to do something since you will be out” he says with a smile creeping on his face as soon as he mentions Cas.

“Yeah you go do that, looks like he is here. I will see you later ok” you tell Dean as you pull away from him to kiss his cheek and go to the closet to put on your jacket.

Dean stands at the door as you walk out and notices Michael come out of the truck to wave to Dean and he returns the gesture.

Michael opens the door for you.

“Thank you” you say and get inside his truck.

“You are very welcome” Michael says with a smile on his face.

'Good man Michael' Dean mutters to himself as he sees him do that for you.

“Take care of her Mike, Im counting on you” Dean yells from the front door.

“I will, see you later” Michael yells back to him and backs out of the drive way to head into town to the diner for lunch.

As the both of you drive into town and the silence is all around is when you look to the radio and decide to turn it on for some music.

“Mind if I turn on the radio for some music?” you ask looking to Michael.

“By all means” he answers you with a smile on his face and you can feel he is feeling rather content and that makes you less tense about the whole lunch all together.

As soon as you turn on the radio is when a song called Trapped by a thing called love by Denise Lasalle comes through the radio and listening to the lyrics makes the both of you smile.

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Lost and Found (ToothxPitch)

.:For @heypapergirl:. 

“London, sector 3, bottom left second molar! Sydney, sector 5, top first incisor!”

The sun was slowly descending on the Tooth Palace, indicating the end of a perfect day. The fading light sparkled against the tiles of pillars hanging high in the mountaintops, the colours reflecting off, creating tiny light rainbows all over the walls. The gold decorations sparkling and giving off a warm glow. Tiny, iridescent fairies were busy at work as always, flitting with either tiny tooth treasures or shiny coins. Thousands flew in and out of the every busy palace, the hustle and bustle never ending. 

In the middle of it all was the Mother herself; the Tooth Fairy. She darted here and there from each fairy, giving commands, gushing over specific teeth or silently scolding certain children for not brushing properly. However, her eyes were bright and alert; feeling completely in her element as new memories flowed into her Kingdom and were safely stored in sparkling cylindrical cases. Toothania couldn’t be more at peace.

A soft yawn escaped her lips as she rubbed her eyes, not realizing how weary she was from such a long day. Baby Tooth instantly noticed her Mother’s sudden fatigue, and zipped up to her right away, chirping like a bird in her ear. Tooth giggled to herself.

“Baby Tooth, I’m honestly ok. I don’t need to rest.” she smiled sweetly to her companion, but the little fairy was having none of it. She gave her a glare as she angrily chirped again, using her tiny hands to try and push Tooth away. As if that would do anything. Tooth openly laughed.

“Alright! Alright!” Tooth snickered, turning towards the tiny fairy, “I’ll just have a quick nap. You’re in charge while I’m gone. And make sure the daytime workers switch with the nighttime ones! If I’m having a break, I want to make sure everyone else gets one too.” 

Baby Tooth gave a small salute, making Toothania beam at her little prodigy.

“What would I do without you?” Tooth smiled, kissing one of her fingers and lightly tapping Baby Tooth’s feathered head. Baby Tooth chittered happily, nuzzling into her finger for a moment before zooming off, determined to make her Mother proud. Tooth sighed happily and fluttered up into the palace towards her room, feeling absolutely high on life and love for her little baby fairies.

Her mind was in a daze as she entered her room, joy filling her heart, but drowsiness clouding her eyes. It was no wonder she had a near heart attack when she realized she was not alone in the room.

“I must say Toothiana, these are really the most luxurious pillows I have ever laid on. You must tell me where you got them.”

Tooth’s tired body instantly snapped awake as she turned to her bed, seeing a long, dark figure casually sprawled on her mattress, surrounded by cushy pillows and blankets. Pitch Black had made himself at home as he admired the patterns on the pillows, not seeming to care at how shell-shocked Tooth was. 

“Persian? Very nice; though I shouldn’t be surprised. You always did seem to like this style, just like your mother-!”

Pitch didn’t even get a chance to finish as Tooth suddenly bolted towards him, screaming a warrior cry as she raised a clenched fist. Pitch practically fell off the bed, getting tangled in the sheets as he narrowly escaped a swing from the fairy. He quickly ducked and dodged each of her blows as she advanced towards him, a yelp of fright occasionally escaping his lips.

“Tooth! Toothania stop this! Too-! Moon above! Would you- Ach! Would you stop this?!”

Feeling his blood begin to boil, he quickly grabbed onto Tooth’s wrists and pushed her backwards until she was on the bed, him pinning her down beneath him. Tooth struggled and squirmed beneath him, grunting and angrily crying out. Pitch rolled his eyes as a wave of black sand shimmered over her mouth, silencing her growls. She continued to squirm, trying to escape his clutches, making him all the more irritated.

“For Moon’s sake Tooth! Will you just stop for a moment and listen to me??”

The look of shock and angered bewilderment on Tooth’s face was almost priceless, but given the certain circumstances, this was no time to laugh. Pitch could tell Tooth had something to say, so he hesitantly commanded the sand away, allowing her to speak.

“And why on Earth would I ever listen to you??” she roared, causing even Pitch to flinch ever so slightly, “After everything you’ve done to me?? My fairies?! What more could you want Pitch?!?”

Pitch’s grip on her wrists tightened, feeling his anger begin to grow. But he knew very bloody well that she spoke nothing but the truth. Eventually, his grip on her weakened ever so slightly. He sighed heavily, finally looking her in the eyes again. Tooth was shocked to see such a serious look on his face. 

“…. I need your help. Please.”

Now Tooth knew for sure something was seriously wrong. Pitch never said please. Ever. She momentarily lost herself in his eyes as they looked so solemnly into hers. She never realized how fascinating his eyes were: golden rimmed with a cool gray, almost like a solar eclipse. She had never seen eyes so intriguing. She quickly shook her head, focusing back to the matter on hand.

“You can’t be serious. Why in Manny’s name would I ever help you? I should tie you up right now and throw you to my fairies. They would be more than happy to have their revenge on you.”

A smirk slowly grew on Pitch’s face as his eyelids lowered.

“Hmmm. Yes. You would like to see me tied up now, wouldn’t you~?”

Tooth’s face suddenly erupted in heat, her cheeks turning bright red against her pale skin. Suddenly realizing the position she was in, she felt her face grow even hotter and all the more embarrassed. She began to squirm again under his clutches, not noticing the smile of amusement growing on Pitch’s face. 

“Toothania! You’re so flushed! My my, are you thinking naughty thoughts?”

Tooth’s heart kept into her throat at those words as she struggled more. She looked up angrily at the shadowed man, trying to keep her composure but finding it rather difficult.

“Get off of me.”

“Hmmmm. No, I think not. This is far too amusing to pass up.” Pitch was practically giddy as he leaned in closer, making her even more shy. Her eyes flashed with anger.

“Pitch-!”

“Fine, fine, I’ll get up.” Pitch finally drawled, making Tooth breath a sigh of relief. But Pitch’s grip tightened, his face suddenly growing very serious once again. “But only if you promise to help me.” 

Tooth groaned in irritation. How could she possibly help him? What could he possibly want from her? She continued to struggle, but she found herself trapped underneath him. It seemed she didn’t have much choice. She gave him a sideways glance, still not trusting him.

“If this effects the children in any way, or harms anyone I love-!”

“No. Nothing like that. I promise no harm will come to you, or your precious fairies or Guardians, or, heaven forbid, the children.” Pitch almost gagged on that last point, but made sure to keep his composure. 

“Once this is over, I’ll leave you alone. I promise…. I would cross my heart or even go as low as to pinky swear if it made you feel any better, but, as you can see…” His eyes flickered to his hands holding onto Tooth’s wrists, then back to her eyes, “My hands are a little full at the moment.”

Tooth gave him a long, hard stare. She had gotten very good at being able to tell whether someone was lying or not. Children often lied about whether they had brushed or flossed their teeth, and after centuries of being occasionally lied to, as innocent of a lie it was, she had gotten rather good at revealing the truth from someone. Pitch was still staring at her, the smallest of playful smirks on his face. But as she continued her glare, his smile slowly fell, and a look of pain replaced it.

“Tooth…” he almost whispered, making Tooth’s eyes widen in surprise, “… You’re the only one who can help me… Please.” 

The sorrow in his eyes baffled Tooth completely. She had never expected to actually feel… sorry for Pitch. Whatever this request was; it certainly meant a lot to him, more than his lifelong goal of creating a new Dark Age. Something personal. And she knew, without a doubt, he was not lying. 

After a long hard stare, Tooth finally gave a sigh of defeat and nodded her head. Pitch seemed surprised she said yes, because a look shock and hope suddenly filled his face; a look Tooth wasn’t used to seeing on the dark man. Pitch, realizing he was showing his emotions, quickly shook his head and grunted in irritation, finally removing himself from the feathered female. Tooth immediately jumped to her feet, feeling relieved from finally being freed and out of that embarrassing situation. After quickly composing herself and smoothing down her feathers, she turned to the Boogeyman.

“Alright Pitch,” she stated, “What is it you so desperately need help with?” 

Pitch slipped a hand into his dark robe, making Tooth realize there was a hidden pocket in his clothing. Curiosity was getting the better of her. When he pulled it out, he opened his hand and looked at it, and a tiny, fond smile spread on his face. Finally looking at Tooth once again, an amused smirk rose.

“I believe you might remember this little souvenir.”

Laying in the palm of his hand was a white, pearly molar. Of all the things Tooth was expecting, it certainly wasn’t this. 

“That morning… on the lake…” She whispered, remembering that fateful battle years ago. When she had decked him right on the jaw before he disappeared in the night. The tooth that she knocked out of him…

She snorted.

Pitch looked on unamusingly as she tried to cover her laughter. She couldn’t help but snicker a little bit; it was one of her most fulfilling memories. She had never been so satisfied. And the look on his face was just the icing on the cake.

“Alright yes yes, laugh it up.” Pitch sighed, “Please, do continue to laugh at one of the most humiliating moments of my life. It doesn’t hurt me at all, I swear.” 

Tooth’s giggles simmered down as she wiped an eye, clearing her throat as she collected herself. Finally taking a breath, she fluttered closer to him to look at the tooth in more detail.

It was his bottom, second molar to the left, and Tooth was surprised to see how clean it was. Not a cavity or chip in sight. Not only that, but it seemed polished; as if it was a rare jewel. No dust nor dirt to be seen. It seemed like Pitch had taken good care of it. Tooth wondered how many night’s he spent studying the molar, keeping it close to him almost like a sacred treasure. 

… But why?

“You’re probably wondering why I still have this,” Pitch began, jolting Tooth out of her deep thoughts. After a solemn pause, the dark man continued. 

“… I wasn’t joking when I said Frost and I had a lot in common. Being all alone, not being believed in by anyone… and not knowing who we used to be.” Tooth found her heart sinking as the spirit spoke, guilt seeping into her bones. She thought about Jack, about how tortured the poor boy was and how awful she felt for him after hearing his story. She never fully realized that, in another life, Pitch was just like him; young, alone, confused, and afraid.

“… I don’t remember the man I used to be… Whether I had a life before this or not, if maybe I was a better man than I am now… I have no idea where my baby teeth have gone; probably turned to dust at this point.” Pitch paused, looking down at the little bone in his hand, “But this… This could be the key to something. A memory locked away in my mind that can only be opened with your help.”

Pitch looked up at Toothania once again, and she had to catch her breath at the look on his face. So full of sorrow, yet the spark of hope that shone in his eyes made her stop breathing for a moment. 

“I don’t know whether this will work or not… but if there’s a chance, I want to know. Toothiana… Help me to remember who I used to be.” 

A shiver ran down Tooth’s feathered body as the dark figure; the man she had fought for centuries and hated all her life, was basically pleading on his knees for her help. It was such a strange situation to be in. Her mind was screaming for her to refuse; to yell and scream and hurt him, especially after everything he had done to her. She should be furious.

And yet…

Her kind, giving heart. A heart that would leap at the chance to help someone remember precious memories. A heart so motherly, loving, and protective over anyone who seems to be suffering. A heart that, no matter what, would do anything for the sake of others… even if they had wronged her. 

Silence hung in the air as the two figures stood still, each looking at the little pearl in Pitch’s palm. Finally, Tooth reached out and gently took the molar, inspecting it more up close before finally looking at Pitch. He straightened up and looked at her, determination in his eyes.

“… Are you ready?” she spoke. Sometimes seeing the memories tied to a tooth wasn’t always easy. Most were good, some not so much. She had to make sure he was prepared for whatever the outcome.

Without even a second thought, Pitch gave a quick nod of his head, as if he had rehearsed it. It seemed like he had preparing for this moment for a long time, and Tooth knew that he was going to go through with it. That being said, she reached out her free hand and slipped it into Pitch’s long, cold palm. Too busy concentrating on the task ahead, she didn’t notice the startled look on Pitch’s face or the embarrassed grunt as he averted his now slightly flushed face. She closed her eyes and relaxed her body, focusing all of her energy on the tooth and Pitch’s hand.

“Let your mind relax,” Toothania breathed, bringing the loose molar up to Pitch’s forehead and pressing the tiny bone up to his head, “Try to think back on the past, as far as you can remember. Delve deep into you subconscious, let memories of the past flow forward.”

A blinding light started to shimmer from the tooth, growing brighter and brighter with each passing second. In a moment, all was white around them, and Pitch found himself scrunching his eyes closed tight against the intense light. Finally adjusting to the new brightness, the Boogeyman slowly opened his eyes and gasped softly as colourful images played before him. Tooth, still holding his hand and holding the tooth to his head, looked around the white abyss as well, watching reels of Pitch’s past float around them, like little bubbles floating by on a summer’s breeze. 

A royal family of Lunar people. Pitch smiling in a general’s outfit covered with shining medallions. A woman with long, dark hair and a kind smile. A little girl with that same smile and Pitch’s eyes. Darkling’s surrounding them both, but the little girl barely escaping. Pitch trying to save them, but then being surrounded and consumed by the darkness…

… A little girl, alone and crying on a shooting star.

Tooth watched each memory come and go, amazed by such a story. It was like nothing she had ever seen. She knew Pitch spoke of having a dark past, but this? This was much worse than what she could have ever expected. No wonder he was the way he was…

Pitch could hardly breath as these memories flashed before him, like tiny pieces of a puzzle slowly fitting together into a tragic backstory. He felt his lungs squeeze in on himself as he remembered, tears falling freely as he remembered everything that had happened. He couldn’t breathe, it was like he was drowning, deeper and deeper into the blue. He thought he was ready for whatever may come his way. But not this. 

“S-Stop it.” He barely whispered, making Tooth quickly turn back to him, “P-please… make it stop.”

Tooth didn’t need to be told twice. In an instant, she removed the molar from Pitch’s forehead, making the white room and memories softly melt and fade away, eventually leaving the pair back in Tooth’s bedroom. A heavy silence hung in the air, both too afraid to even move or speak. 

Finally, Pitch felt his legs give out beneath him as he fell to his knees, the tears never seeming to stop from pouring down his face. He made no sounds, no cries or moans of anguish. He simply knelt there, the tears flowing like a never-ending waterfall. Tooth stood looking over him a moment, still shocked at what she saw, and not sure what to even say to him.

“I… I had a family.”

It was barely a whisper, but as soon as she heard those words, Tooth immediately stooped down to his level, safely placing a reassuring hand on Pitch’s shoulder. He flinched at the contact at first, but relaxed under her warm hand. He didn’t look at her; he simply stared ahead; his mind clearly in another world. She kept his eyes locked on him.

“I… was a warrior hero… I…. I had a wife and-!” Pitch’s voice broke, “My beautiful daughter…”

This was too much, even for Tooth. She knew what it was like to lose someone special. Her own parents were taken from her far too quickly. She knew exactly what Pitch was feeling. Boogeyman or not, she knew what she had to do. She did to him what she had needed all those years ago when she found out of her parent’s passing.

She leaned forward and brought Pitch into a hug. 

Pitch’s lean body was extremely stiff against her own soft curves; he clearly wasn’t use to this kind of affection, which made Tooth’s heart break even more. But finally, the man’s long back finally curled up unto her, loosening with each passing second. He never lifted his own hands to reciprocate the hug, but he pressed his head against her shoulder, leaning against her so much she was afraid she would topple over. She felt her heart rate quicken as he melted into her touch, but she immediately pushed it away, trying to soothe the pained creature before her.

Minutes passed between the two until finally, Pitch lifted himself until his back was straight again. His eyes were still damp, and slightly red, but he seemed to have calmed a little as he finally looked at Toothania straight in the eye. His eye’s were still like a solar solstice, but Tooth could have sworn the gold hidden between the grey was slightly brighter; more coloured. 

“My daughter…” Pitch finally breathed, “My sweet Emily Jane… She’s still alive…” A broken, single laugh escaped his mouth, which he quickly covered with his hand, but the smallest of smiles still remained on his lips. Tooth gave a sympathetic smile and nodded, trying to encourage the shadowed man. The two sat in silence again as both thought to themselves, reflecting on the night and its events.

Finally, Pitch rose to his feet, making Tooth look up curiously at him and his sudden change of behaviour. Mere minutes ago he looked like the most broken man she had ever seen. But now. Now there was a glimmer in his eye, his mouth set in a determined line as he took a deep breath and stood tall.

“I have to find her. I have to know what happened to her.”

He continued to look forward for a moment before looking down at Tooth. The sudden head swivel made Tooth jump ever so slightly, but she looked up at him awestruck. Suddenly, a small, peaceful smile grew on Pitch’s face as he offered her his hand. Her fluttery heart once again leapt into her chest as she accepted his assistance, placing her tiny bird hand into his own strong one. In one fowl swoop, he gently helped lift her to her feet, both eyes locked on each other. 

“Tooth, I-!” Pitch hesitated for a moment, “I never thought I had a real purpose in this world. But you just helped me realize that there’s still something out there for me. That I’m…” not completely alone? “That I’m still around for a reason… And it’s all thanks to you.” Pitch’s free now rested on top of Tooth’s hand, now sandwiched between both of his grey ones. Tooth’s eyes flickered from his hands to his face, feeling some heat beginning to warm her cheeks. 

“… Thank you, Toothiana, Queen of Flight. You have my deepest gratitude.”

And with that, the shadowed man sunk to the floor, a mass of black sand shifting and swerving along the floor, up the wall, and flying out into the setting sun, leaving Tooth completely alone, as if it had never even happened. 

Tooth stood, dumbfound, trying to wrap her head around everything that had happened. As her mind finally processed everything, the smallest of smiles crept up her face, her eyelids finally relaxing and drawing heavy. What an eventful night it had been; so many different emotions skirting here and there. From anger to peace to sorrow to hopeful. At least it had a somewhat happy ending. Or at least, Tooth thought so.

She still couldn’t believe Pitch had such a past. She still despised everything that he had done to her friends and fairies, but now… not everything seemed so black and white. Some of it was beginning to meld into different shades of grey; just like the shadowed man himself. Maybe he wasn’t so black and white. Maybe he was just a shade of grey himself; maybe Tooth needed to look him over once again before finally deciding who he truly was. An enemy? A loving father? A good man?

A small smile crept up her mouth as she shook her head. She was too tired to think of this any further. She was tired even before all of this craziness had happened; now she was utterly exhausted. Finally beat from such a day, she fluttered to her bed and flopped on her many pillows, sighing happily as she snuggled into the comfort of her sacred haven. She couldn’t help but giggle tiredly to herself as she felt her eyelids grow heavy.

They really were the most luxurious pillows ever. 

HELLO HI I’M SORRY THIS IS LATE BUT @heypapergirl SURPRISE I’M YOUR SANTA BEOTCH

I hope this is what you were looking for!! I had so much fun with this prompt ^^ Sorry its long? I got carried away?? And sorry if there’s any spelling errors, didn’t have time to edit ;A;  Anyways, I hope you enjoy!! Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!! :D  @rotgsecretsanta

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Cover-Up

*Loosely based on other tattoo fics and amazing tattoos Ive seen (all will be desribed as best as possible)

Warnings: Previous self-harm, scars, tattoos

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No one really knew why Lance wore long sleeves and jeans all the time, per say. It was normal for him to be seen like that, always with his jacket on. No one questioned it, either. Only Hunk really knew what was below the heavy clothing.

—

They all found out after a particulary hard training session. Allura had called them all into the common room.

“Paladins! I have exciting news!” She announced, her voice unusually chipper, losing her usual loud and demanding tone. Everyone listened, eager to know the news.

“Me ane Coran have organized a day off. We wanted to congratulate you all on your improvent over these last few months!” She finished, holding out the last note. Her hands were clasped together, and she wore a large grin, the kind that made you start smiling with whoever wore it.

All the paladins wooped, chattering away about their plans for the next day. The only one who wad quiet, was Lance. He simply gave a small smile, adding a brief comment if a fellow paladin shot a tease or idea his way. If someone hadn’t been involved in the conversation, they could’ve guessed that he didn’t look forward to it.

They all turned to go to their respective rooms, before Allura sharply inhaled. They turned to her, eyes wide in surprise. “Sorry, paladins! It seems I have forgotten to add that the planet we’ll be stopping on has one of these ‘beaches’,” She air quoted, “that you all seem to love will be there. It is a peaceful planet, not dominated by any species, so do not feel the need to bring your bayards.” She rushed out the last sentence, having said it all on one breath.

“Now, shoo! We will be arriving in a few of your Earth hours.” Her face twisted with confusion at the term, and the paladins left her, laughing with glee.

—

“Woo-hoo!” Lance cheered, collapsing onto one of the couches. “This is gonna be awesome!” He smiled, positive energy radiating off of his form.

Pidge waved her hands at him, making a mock face of disgust. “Gross, get your happiness away from me.” She sat beside him, fiddling with her collar.

“'Dawh, Pidgeon, why so down? Afraid of the Lochness Monster?” He sprang at her to emphasize his own teasing.

“No, she’s probably afraid of sunburns.” Keith, having flopped onto the couch opposite to them, piped up. “I dont know about ypu, but I’m defintly going to burn.”

Hunk and Shiro finally sat down, hunk letting out a little noise of amusement.

“Me and Lance will probably tan, if there’s even a sun. I mean, I hope there is. What’s a beach day without the sun?”

“Don’t worry, guys, we’ll bring sunblock. Maybe snacks.” Shiro said, a smile tugging at his lips.

As if they had planned it, all the paladins shouted, in unison, “You’re such a dad, Shiro.” They all crumbled into giggles at that, Shiro affectionately rolling his eyes.

“Alright team, lets get ready for tomorrow and make it a fun day. No stress, no fights, and no computers.” His eyes landed on Pidge.

The girl squawked in astonishment, the rest of the paladins laughing and giggling as the stood and walked out, leaving a mildlu annoyed Pidge to deal with Shiro.

—

The minute Lance arrived in his room, he threw off his jacket and practically ripped off his shirts, kicking ogf his pants as fast as he possibly could. He sat down o his bed, wearing only boxer briefs.

He looked down at himself, and at the splashes of color on his arms, legs, and chest. And, beneath those, the white lines that littered his body.

“Oh god, how will they react?” He moaned, hugging himself.

His tattoos didnt help much to cover the scars; they were still clear as day. They started at his ankles and went up to his hips. His arms were worse. From his wrist bone to his elbow, there were scars. Thin and white, always mocking him for how scared he had been.

He couldn’t get a body suit; it’d be suspicious, and he would definitely be asked about it.

Feeling his stomach start to feel empty with anxiety, he started thinking about his tattoos, looking to get his mind off of the worryting thoughts that plaged his mind.

His first tattoo that he had ever gotten had been a warercolor wave on the inside of his left arm. It was long, stretching from his wrist to his elbos, effectively covering most of the scars. It was beautiful, different shades of blue making it look real, completed with white tips to represent ocean foam.

His second one was on the inside of his right arm. It was the solar system, each planet beautiful decorated in a different, vibrant color. Each had a splash of watercolor around it, as if someone dropped paint on it. It was probably his favourite one.

After the solar system, he got a tattoo on the middle of his chest, going from his belly button to right below his collarbone. It was a ribcage, plus a spine, and instead of limbs, it had flowers growing from it. The top faded to a rose, a petal ending before his collarbone. It was plain, simple black and gray, but it had taken the longest out of the others, and was the most painful.

Finally, the one that meant most to him: wings. He had a tattoo of wings on his back, them being large and so delicately tattooed, with attention to detail, that they almost looked real. The feathers were a vibrant blue, the same as Lance’s eyes.

From there, he got countless tiny tattoos that litteref his body. On his collarbone, he got the planets in order. On his other collarbone, he got a quote, saying 'I refuse to sink’ with an anchor beside it. He helf that quote dear to his heart.

He would never forget the story behind each tattoo, and how much they meant to him.

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Without realizing, Lance had fallen asleep. He woke up to the sound of Allura’s booming voice over the comms, announcing their arrival to the planet, named Deshion.

He inwardly groaned, pulling on his pair of blue swintrunks before he threw on his normal outfit. Afterall, it was still a short trek to the area they would be staying.

He stepped out of the room, nearly running into Hunk as he did so.

He took a step back as Hunk nearly jumped out of his skin.

“Woah, sorry bud! I was about to come wake you.” Hunk grinned, searching Lance’s face for any sign of negativity.

“Nah, Im okay.” Lance looked Hunk up and down, silently congratulating the yellow paladin for his choice in wear. He was wearing yellow swimtrunks, with white, flowery prints on them. He was also shirtless, much to Lance’s surprise.

“Are.. you dressed..?” Hunk asked, looking at Lance with confusion.

“Hmm? Oh, yeah!” He snapped back to attention. “Yeah, yeah. I have my shorts on beneath.”

“Cool! Well, everyone’s waiting on the bridge for you, so whenever you’re ready, meet us there so we can go. The castle already landed.” And with that, he sped off.

Lance huffed and shoved his hands in his pockets making his way to the bridge. He was slow, and his face had lost the usual lively expression. He was not looking forward to this.

—

Lance regretted wearing his full outfit to the bridge. When he arrived, everyone was already wearing their full bathing outfits, Pidge even wearing a bathing suit (a.k.a, Lance mused, green shorts with a black tanktop.) He felt out of place, and ignored the team’s concerned glances.

“Are we gonna go, or what?” Lance grinned and fingergunned, even adding in a wink for extra reassurance. Collectively, they groaned, and all started walking into the escape pod. (the pod thing that leaves the castle? Idk man)

—

As soon as they got down, they saw Allura and Coran setting up towels and umbrellas. To Lance’s surprise, there was even a picnic basket in the middle.

But what really caught Lance’s attention was the crystal clear, blue waters. He almost burst into tears at the sight, but stopped himself. It had been so long since he had last seen an ocean, and he longed to play in the water, while splashing his teammates, and collecting shells. He wanted to bask in the sun and do chickenfight, and lose, just to let Pidge have the triumph of beating him

But a voice in his head nagged him. No, it said, you cant. They’ll see the scars. Judge you. Leave you. Give you pity. If not that, they’ll judge those tattoos.

He shuddered at the thought. All of those choices were terribls. But hey, if he was being judged for either of those things, it wasn’t new. People who saw the cuts left him, mainly friends. Or complete strangers saw them, and called him a freak.

The tattoos were worse. He was always called out for them, usually by middle-aged people, calling him rebellious and other nasty slurs. It sucked, so he resorted to wearing jeans and a jacket, even in the dead heat of summer.

And, he thought, even now, on the beach. He sat down on one of the towels, having promised to join the other paladins later. He watched as they splashed and played and ran. Watched as they did all the things he wanted to do with them, oh so badly. It tugged at his heartstrings to know that he lied, he wouldn’t join them. He couldn’t.

He couldn’t risk them leaving him, too.

—

Pidge sat on Hunk’s shoulders letting out a battlecry as she went to knock Keith off of Shiro’s shoulders. Much to her happiness, she had caught him off guard. He flailed, before falling backwards, ultimately taking Shiro down with him.

She jumped off of Hunk’s shoulders, ignoring how Keith stuck his tongue out at her. She turned to where Lance was sitting.

Why hasn’t he joined us yet? She thought to herself, narrowing her amber eyes on his still form. He was just sitting there, absently making shapes in the sand. He hadn’t even changed into his swimtrunks, for God’s sake!

Pidge knew she should’ve been somewhat suspicious, but this was Lance. He was a good actor, and Pidge knew it.

“Lance!” She called, waving her arms at him, “You said you’d join us!”

That seemed to grab his attention, as his head snapped up to look at her.

“Uh..” He looked like a deer in the headlights, and she would’ve laughed if it wasnt for him wincing.

—

“I cant..?” Lance cringed at his own excuse. It was terrible, he knew, and by Pidge’s expression, she knew too.

“Uh, yes you can.” She retorted, crossing her arms in annoyance.

“Lance, you promised.” She said, giving him puppy eyes.

Oh god.

He can’t resist that looks, and Pidge fully knows it.

Reluctantly, he stands. Well, its now or never. He thought to himself, standing up and tugging his jacket off.

—

Pidge watched as he stood and took off his jacket. Then his shirt. And that’s when she saw the tattoos.

She inhaled sharply, the other paladins following her gaze. Their jaws dropped.

Lance, with his perfect skin that he cared so much about, had tattoos.

All of them were floored. Each tattoo was detailed, absent of any mishaps. It was obvious that each had had much time and effort into them. Congrats to that tattoo artist, Pidge thought, they’re good at their job.

—

Lance slowly shed his clothing, dreading the moment when he would be close enough for them to make out the scars. He took off his pants next, pulling his swimtrunks higher up onto his hips. And he walked, inner arms pressed against himself as he folded his arms, attempting to hide the most visible scars.

—

Pidge felt her heart sink when Lance was close enough to them. Now she could see the tattoos, but she could also see the scars underneath them. Reallt, it was obvious. It was also clear that the tattoos were meant to hide them. It didn’t work. They could all see it.

But, she could also see Lance try to hide it. He had his head down and arms crossed. Yet, they all knew. And Pidge had just forced him out of his comfort zone, just because she wanted him to be there.

“Lance..?” She questioned, her voice quiet. She could hear the teams suprised gasps, and the noises the made after them, disheartened.

“Pidge.” He looked up, shooting her a cocky grin. But it was forced. His smile dropped, and he shifted uncomfortable.

“Look,” he started, uncomfortable, “I’m sorry. It happened in my past. I got these tattoos to cover them. Yadda yadda, big ol’ sob story.”

No one said anything, just standing as the waves lapped at their legs.

“If it makes you guys uncomfortable, Ill go find a swimshirt.”

That snagged Pidge’s attention. “Uncomfortable?” She spoke, utter disbelief in her words. “You think we’re uncomfortable?” She almost cried at that.

“Lance, we’re sad that you would ever do this, but we’re not uncomfortable. It makes me proud that, even though you have scars, that you’re willing to show them anyways. Not everyone is like that.

Lance seemed shocked at her words. Still, no one moved.

Then Lance shot forward, engulfing her into a hug. She let out a cry of protest.

"I’m so sorry Pidge! You didn’t deserve to see that. But.. just…” He stammered, reluctant, the rest of the team joining in on the group hug. Cooing softly, whispering reassurances and praise.

“It means a lot to hear you say that, Pidgeon.”

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THE WAR: COMEBACK HOME

In the beginning there were 12. They are the ones to hold the balance of the world. If one dies, they get replaced. There always has to be twelve. There came a time where the twelve were threatened, and so they had to flee. They vowed to come back. They fled to earth and stayed undercover. They became known as EXO.

They used their origin as a concept, they came from Exo Planet and they were fleeing from something. This was to see who was interested in the unnatural concept. This would be handy later on. They stayed hidden very well, they had been able to not get caught by their enemies. It was hard but it was done. After their second ‘comeback’ the heir of the throne had called for a meeting.

Kai being the messenger, he had to bring all the other members to the meeting. They still haven’t grasped the idea of a cell phone.

The first person he found was D.O. He was by his car in the street.

“Hey, were having a meeting, Kris wants to talk” Kai informed, looking around the area. He wanted to make sure that no one just saw him apparate. D.O. Nodded calmly. Kai moved on to the next person he needed to get to.

It turns out Suho was with Baekhyun, they were in their home. They were standing in the hall talking, discussing something, he didn't bother asking what. He told them the information he needed and left.

The next one he hated going to. Sehun liked to hang out in the desert, he didn't understand why completely. He gets that Sehun likes the breeze there but what about the sand getting in his eyes. He really hated this place. He informed him as quickly as possible and teleported.

Chanyeol was in an empty parking lot, walking around and playing with his fire, Kai smirked.

“Kris wants to have a meeting in our dorm.”

“Why?”

“He didn't say” he shrugged. He went to his next destination, Tao was in his practice room, he had stopped time and started practicing his martial arts. Kai told him that they had a meeting in a few minutes. He promised to be there in a few minutes.

Lay and Xiumin were in the dining room, they nodded as Kai in acknowledgement, they got the message.

Chen was at the beach and was watching the waves, ‘boring’ Kai thought.

“We have a meeting” he said to him, he nodded and started to walk towards his car. Kai had one more stop. Luhan was in his ‘special’ place. It's only special because he practices his telekinesis in there.

“We got a meeting. Kris wants to talk” Kai said it for the last time. He really needed a new job other than the messenger.

He finally went back to the dorm to see that everyone is already there, waiting. The Royal´s wives were also present. ‘How did they get here when I didn't tell them?’ Kai thought. Kris cleared his throat.

“Its not safe for me here anymore.” he didn't even ease them into the topic. The girls attending had their mouth drop in shock, especially Ji Hee. ‘is he serious right now?’ she thought.

“What the hell are you talking about?’ she asked him.

“I am the heir to the throne, if they find me they find everyone.”

“I thought we were safe here.” Mi Na questioned.

“We are as long as the Gemstones are far away from us” D.O. informed. They didn't know that. Only D.O. and Jongdae knew this information, they didn't tell anyone because they thought it was unimportant, they havent figured out that they are on earth yet so until then they didn't need to focus on that.

“Why did you tell us that valuable information?” Jae Eun snapped at the men.

“it wasnt important. At the time” Jongdae protested.

“If they can feel the Gemstone they’ll be able to get to me and then you.” he tried again.

“So? We can take them” Ji Hee countered his statement.

“Look i am not doing this because i want to. I have a duty! As a future king and your husband to protect you!” he argued.

It seems as if he was scared, no one could blame him. He had so much stress from what happened at the decrowning. It wasnt really any of the others choice anymore, it was more like he was informing them.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Suho asked.

“Youre letting him do it?” Sehun and Ji Hee yelled at the same time.

“Its his choice, besides hes not totally wrong, his duty as your husband is to make sure you´re safe and in order to protect you, he has to be inactive.” Suho pointed out.

“What do you mean inactive?” Baekhyun asked.

“I have to put him to sleep” Luhan answered. “It will will be like eternal sleep but the Gemstone can wake him up when its time.” he explained more. The more they talked about the more Ji Hee felt defeated, she knew that they had to do it for her sake, and for his. She eventually agreed. And she had to say her final goodbyes.

“Dont do anything stupid while i am gone” he tried to lighten the mood but she didn't let him. She hugged him really tight and planted a long kiss on his lips.

¨I swear to god, Yi Fan if something happens to you, i am going to haunt your ass” she threatened. He laughed and hugged her really tightly. He mumbled a few sweet words in her shoulder before telling her that he loves her. And then just like that he was gone. She didn't go with him but Luhan and Tao were going to help the process.

A year later

When they fled to earth, he still could feel the planet in his head. Its emotion and feelings. How the Victorians had misused its sources. How it wasnt letting them in the core. Or how it had stopped functioning like a healthy planet. He could hear its thoughts and what the people had done to it. Sometimes it gets too much and he would get bedridden because of it. He gets affected by it if its too strong.

The planet changed, the Castle wont let anyone in if they arent Exonian. The core cant be opened unless youre as powerful as D.O. is with his element which is rare and only D.O. can do it.

And so he had to come to the decision of going back and keeping it company. He could heal the Planet without the Victorians knowing. And in the same time keep them out of the very important things to protect. At first he introduced the idea to D.O.

Since he was the only one to be able to get him if anything happened, they agreed that he would. They had to tell the others and the three girls. He hated having to do that to them again. But the planet needed him. Mi Na wasnt keen on the idea. But eventually she agreed after exhausting hours of talking, she finally let him go.

“Luhan, i know you think that this is what you need to do please know you dont have to…” Mi Na tried one last time.

“Honey, my planet needs me, my people are suffering and i need to help them. Dont worry i am pretty sure there are no pretty ladies in the core chambers.” he tried to joke around with her. She lightly smacked him.

“I swear-” she was cut off by him, “i know you’ll find me alive” Luhan reassured. They bid their last goodbyes when he was teleported back Kai to the planet.

Two years later

The twelve is now ten and they werent ready to lose another member. But Tao was having anxiety attack and panic attacks that could only be stopped by Jae Eun. but even then everyone was miserable.

Tao woke up most times, seating and nightmares plaguing his mind at late hours of teh night. Questions plagued hi mind, ‘what happens to me? He´s the last one left. What happens to Jae Eun? what‘s next?’ but the thought of his wife left alone and unprotected made him shiver. He knows that the Protectors could take perfect care of them but they had to be more cautious then that. That night Tao spent the night thinking until he got a solution.

The next day he told everyone his plan. Jae Eun broke down, the guys could barely keep it in. They lost the last Royal.

“I am the last heir standing. If they get to me there wont be a heir to throne, if something happened to Kris and Luhan” he paused. “Its better if we give them no openings and stay under”

“Jongin you have to take the girls to the castle, they’ll be safe there.” Tao informed Kai as he had a grim expression on his face.

“Ok…” Jongin’s defeated face was all the girls saw. Before they were whipped away in a cloud of gray. When they landed infront of the castle doors. The girls looked physically drained. No doubt mentally too. They had just lost their husbands to the people that occupied their land.

“We wont take long before we come back, i swear.” Kai promised the girls as he led them inside. He hugged them before teleporting.

“I sure hope so or else i might go on a killing spree on these bitches” Ji Hee growled under her breath.

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