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havarstpapyrus · 6 months ago

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The Soldier in Nightmares gang !!

Killer

We'll start off with the good stuff just like the others

° Loves Cats!

° Leo

° Smoking

° Game Night

° Likes Dust

° Being a Night owl

° Training with Leo

° Being a gremlin

° Burgers and Chicken strip dinners

° Messing with Cross

° Teasing Leo - lightly -

° Sharpening Weapons

° Giving Horror weird ideas of what to bake

° Horror Movies

° Being the Big spoon when cuddling

° Multiverse Website

° Secretly loves being referred as she/her

Now the bad stuff

° Pyrus

° Dislikes Cross

° Emotionslly pained

° A depressed/ down Leo

° Being awake in the day

° Training with Horror

° His Corruption

° Nightmares Corruption

° Losing at game night

° White Chocolate

° Fruits

° Dream

° Gaslighting

° Frogs

° Hates his AU

Here's a bit of Info on Killer :D

When the human first arrived there was something off about them. It wasn't until he couldn't find his brother even when the human had been long gone from Snowdin.

He found his brother or what had remained. This didn't make sense to him, he thought they were finally going to be free after so long and he had planned to tell his brother what he had preferred after years of struggling.

He expected the human to at least someone.

He expected the human to help monsters.

.... They never did even after they had reversed everything just to do it again, and again, and again!

He gotten so very tired of it that when he was about to tell his brother infront of the human something changed. It rather Something New had happened.

There was another human yet they weren't completely there. The strange human seemed to have noticed and gave a smile to him. They even tried to team up with him to do the human but had refused.

So many resets had came and gone after there offer. At the time it wasn't appealing but after the resets it became more and more tempting.

What tipped him over was his own brother constantly refusing his attempts to deter him even going as far as telling him what happened in the other resets. His own brother had called him delusionional for making up stories, mixing his dreams and reality together. He doesn't even know why he tried so many times to save them when it always got thrown in his face. Why it never worked. Why they started to hate him.

He had enough of them. He took his homes sharpest kitchen knife and turned them all to dust not realizing the more he killed the more he lost his senses.

Instead of flowey the human met him what happened next he'd enjoy and savor every bit. The ghost like human prevented the human from resetting allowing him to finally rid them yet the ghost stayed.

It was annoying at first but after awhile he grown fond of them. Months had passed since then with the ghost staying by him.

" So what do you preferred to be referred to if there was others? " out of everything that was the oddest thing to have asked.

" heh. You're very strange to ask that after all this time but are the first to have asked. "

" You didn't answer my question."

" Alright I throw a bone. I'd prefer to be referred to as a she on my good days but a he in my worst." They grinned and once again made their offer but this time he had nothing to lose.

" I can reset only once. Once this happens kill everyone and you'll gain twice the amount you'll normally get." They informed me sighing and nodding to them. Our souls merged and everything resetted but something was extermly wrong.

She did what was asked but didn't remember most of it when voices came filling her head with urges, hate, and a bittersweet tone reminding them of everything. This wasn't what they said would happen!

He can't stop even when he tried. He killed his friends, family, co workers and even destoried the remaining 6 human souls.

Someone, anyone please help!

That single plea was the last of his coherent thoughts before he fell to darkness. He doesn't remember what happened next but a gentle tone and diverging very wet came through amongst the chaos and pain. When he came to he was tied up with a white goopy like melted paste monster infront of him with a tiny skeleton child looking very hurt. She must've been on autopilot since they said something but it didn't register properly. The tiny monster came and took a knife out of her arm and hand. When was she hurt and why couldn't she feel anything? Before she knew it there was a gentle green glow before it was gone.

"What's your name? I don't mean your actual name. "

Before she knew it she spoke the only word that human ghost kept calling them claiming it'll be a fitting name.

" Killer "

Here's the stats ^^

Name : Killer

Age : 481

Height : 5'10

Gender : Male

Pronouns : He/She/Him/Her

Relationship: Leo

HP : 16,000

HP : 5,000

KR : -1 HP per day

ATT: 650

ATT : 960

DEF : 890

DEF : 100

Magic lv : 45/100

Magic lv : 120/700

Magic : bone attacks, magic knife, teleportation, magic boost

Weapon of choice : any knife that's sharp

The loss : touch + pain, most emotions, sense of danger , part of common sense, can only taste certain things otherwise it too is gone.

The gain : strength, wickedly good immune system, immune to some poisons, stealth, 2x exp gain, self KR

Killers motto

" live like it's your last as there is no redos."

" never give up hope "

" You feel your sins screaming at you to flee. Your not to sure if you want to run or confront this monster. "

#misunderstandings #my first fic #killer sans #chara was here #trauma #mind the tags #killer uses she/him pronouns #my head canons #killer can corrupt #killer has blackouts #not everything is as it seems

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cabinetsecurity · 1 year ago

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I’ve always found myself to be a perfectly ordinary mother, and, as mothers do, I have found myself giving my son perhaps more allowance than he was due in matters of personality. I was devastated when they called my sweet boy away from home to fight a losing battle. Our village has survived empires falling, i told him, it will survive this skirmish too. I packed him a lunch and let him go away.

I love my son dearly, which is why is waited to cry until he could no longer see the tears stain my face.

Forty some years ago I packed a similar lunch for a similar boy as my mother cried openly. letters from kings don’t mean anything to mourning mothers.

I never got a letter, but I didn’t let my hope stay up. I knuckled down and worked like I had my whole life. Dust and marrow under my palms as I shaped the earth to tend out my harvest. The land was getting too big for just me.

it was a hot summer day when he arrived. Even with armor glinting in the midday sun, I’d recognize that gate anywhere. He practically fell into my arms, pulling off his helmet to let me get a look at his face.

he was so young when he left—just a child really, but pain had brought out new angles. I said nothing and shepherded him into his old room. He had been a sensitive child. With chubby cheeks and wide smiles. He tended the earth with me. Now I gazed at him in his slumber and saw scars where I used to see mud. Some of them were old, having never healed right, and I cursed the king who called for my baby boy.

maybe this war was justified. Like the last one.

i doubt it

this village has seen the rise and fall of many an empire. Farmers have no need for courtly politics. Our village has been renamed and reconquered and burned to the ground, but no matter. We continue to farm. We continue to live.

My son sleeps for ten hours straight, and would have slept more had I not roused him for food and drink. He ate silently and looked longingly at the potatoes. I served him another plate. He barely raises his voice, hardly looks me in the eye the whole time.

my son had been characterized in his youth by his chipper tone and willingness to talk about anything. When his father died, he took little trouble filling up the space left behind with childish games and laughter.

that son was dead and buried in the name of the king.

I wondered how many mothers gazed into the eyes of their children and felt their hearts break at the fear behind them. I was surely not the first.

I sat up with him as he couldn’t fall back asleep. Every time he reached a restful state his eyes would screw up and he would convulse and I would gently tug him from sleep. I kept my vigil like a lighthouse keeper in a storm, rubbing his back and soothing his tears. As the sun began to rise again he whispered to me all the horrors he had seen and been made to do. He told me about seeing the awkward lankiness of of the opposing army and sobbing in the tents when his fellows were asleep. He told me about cruel commanders and painful injuries and how young he felt.

as I listened I began to feel like a terrible mother. I ought to have told the kingsmen I never had a son. He was pretty enough I could have said he was a girl. I should have argued back, I should have fought it.

he gripped my back tighter and told me of his first kill and his second and his tenth. How many people had to die over something as trivial as land? Power? Money? He told me of all the villages he had marched through. How they all looked like his. How he let children escape and refused to set fires and was made to watch executions.

I have lost and gained over my life. When my son fell into a tentative sleep at dawn I drew myself up and headed into town.

I walked through the village and explained my plan to all. Many of the others had seen similar things. There was no arguing.

Nobody expects ill of farmers. Farmers who cart their wares to the capital every third month are to be trusted, though not explicitly. But if the king is found dead with a note condemning war on threat of the same fate, the farmers from a small village twenty miles out are not suspects. One can only assume a vengeful spirit took the king. I’ve heard many superstitions about spirits who punish cruel kings. Spirits with voices of village laughter.

Your son/daughter has been gone for 3 years, fighting the campaign against the demon king as the head of the royal knights. You a humble farmer now have received a letter that the war has ended and now they are coming back to visit you.

#writing #mine #creative writing #i don’t know if I like the ending but c’est la vie #This was fun to write

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court-of-forever-undone · 3 years ago

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My Sister’s Love | Taryn POV

Chapter Three

Summary: Taryn pieces together her memories of Cardan and Jude’s early interactions as she reflects on how their relationship came to be and the events of the last year. As happy as she is for them, she can’t help but feel jealous of the moments they share.

Tags: Taryn’s POV of Jude x Cardan, Final Part

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After that dinner, we found Jude awake in her old rooms sitting with Tatterfell and Oak. For a moment, it was easy to pretend nothing had happened. She wore one of the black gowns she favored since becoming seneschal and was eating from a tray in front of her. But as she turned to face us, the wince she failed to hide and the paleness of her skin were reminders that she had nearly died just days ago. Her hair had been braided to mimic a crown, which was another reminder that my sister was not the same twin I had known.

Before we had a chance to talk, Cardan appeared. He likely came straight from his rooms, after finding them empty. Every fiber of my being wanted to grab Jude’s arm when Cardan asked her to join him, but I saw the dusting of pink spread across her cheeks as she saw him in the doorway, so I stood there silently. Jude would have probably ignored any word of caution coming from me anyways. We still had yet to fully come to terms with everything that happened between us.

When it had been hours and Jude had yet to return, I went to the royal chambers to see if she had gone straight there, but instead, I found Garrett.

While Jude had at least recovered some from her near-death experience, Garrett looked like the ghost of the beautiful sandy-haired boy I had met before. It might have been a funny observation given his code name, but all humor was lost in the moment. He had lost weight and his face had sunken in. When our eyes met, I saw the plea in them before he opened his mouth.

The next few hours were a blur. When Jude finally arrived at Hollow Hall, I was surprised to see she had allowed Cardan to come along. Cardan had proved he would follow my sister into the heart of an enemy war camp, despite better judgment, but this time Jude had chosen to invite him along with her.

After I commanded Garrett to stop, cursing myself for not thinking to do it earlier, we moved to a parlor room and I explained how we had come to know each other through Locke’s carelessness.

We discussed the events of what Garrett had done at Locke and Madoc’s command. It turned out that Garrett had been the one to shoot Queen Orglah. Even if he had been commanded to do it, Nicasia and the seafolk would see him as a traitor and demand that he be punished, which meant his life was entirely at the mercy of Jude and Cardan. I couldn’t help but see the resemblance to my own situation.

When Cardan made a comment about me lurking around the palace, I revealed that I had no intention of going anywhere until I knew that Jude would be safe. Our relationship may be strained, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t make up for my actions.

Cardan wore an expression that showed he was tired of this conversation. “Jude and I had a misunderstanding. But we’re not enemies. And I am not your enemy, either, Taryn.”

As a faerie, I knew he couldn’t lie, but that didn’t matter. Maybe he didn’t think of us as enemies, he could still think of us as toys.

“But you think everything’s a game. You and Locke.” His name tasted like ash in my mouth.

“Unlike Locke, I never thought love was a game. You may accuse me of much, but not that.” Cardan shared softly.

The air in the room shifted as Cardan's gaze fell upon Jude, who refused to even look in his direction before quickly changing the subject.

For the first time, it was not just me who was drawing a comparison between our loves. While Cardan’s words came out more as a confession to Jude than a taunt at me, the words still stung. Locke had thought love to be a game. But Cardan, the cruel, spoiled prince did not think love was a game.

How had I believed Locke was my future?

In the carriage back to the palace, Cardan broke the silence by asking about some of the things he had seen on his way to Vivi’s apartment. Most of his questions were about the dishwasher which had been running in the apartment, how mortal mailboxes worked, how secure they were in protecting incoming mail, and what slushies tasted like.

By the end of the ride, I couldn’t help but laugh at his questions which seemed so trivial given the circumstances we all found ourselves in. When we were alone I turned to Jude, who was barely awake on her feet.

“Do you trust him?” I asked. It was the question that had been gnawing at me since our return.

Jude thought for a moment before sighing. “Sometimes,” she responded.

It was enough to make me warn her. Did I think Cardan loved her? Yes. But was Cardan trustworthy? It was hard to forget the years of our childhood together that suggested otherwise and if Jude who had gotten to know him closer than any of the rest of us questioned it, then it was probably best not to.

I had been blinded by my love for Locke that I trusted him to take care of me. I didn’t want the same to happen to Jude, even if seeing them care for each other made my heart ache with envy.

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In the days leading up to Madoc’s arrival, all of Elfhame seemed to be on alert; waiting for something to happen. Whispers that bordered on treason could be heard on the grounds and it seemed that everyone had begun placing bets on the outcome of the meeting. It seemed that many of the Folk had questions around the legitimacy of a human queen and the chance the High King’s army stood against a Redcap led army.

Madoc would stop at nothing to get what he wanted. Vivi, Jude, and I all knew that. I did not have to attend strategy meetings to know they were facing a serious threat.

Amidst the preparations for possible battle, the whole castle seemed to note the change in the High King and Queen’s dynamic. For one, their marriage was now common knowledge, but more than that there was a closeness between them that had never been there before.

At first, it was not-so-secret handholding and shared looks at mealtimes. Once at dinner, Cardan made a joke about the dangers of in-laws and Jude rolled her eyes before letting a real smile show.

Then, rumors began to spread that a servant had walked into the royal chambers to replace the bedding and apparently caught the two in a compromising position even though they were supposed to be in a war meeting.

I was doubtful when I first heard, but I even overheard some council members complaining about how they missed when the two bickered all meetings instead of ditching meetings to sneak off together.

The new development had only lasted a matter of days, so I hadn’t figured out if it stemmed from a need for distraction given the impending situation or if the two had formed a more intimate relationship since Jude’s return to health.

The look of devastation on Jude’s face after Cardan transformed suggested that whatever their relationship entailed, Jude had begun to share feelings for him that went beyond hate or tolerance.

When Cardan snapped the blood crown, the air turned stale and the ground hardened. I couldn’t tear my eyes off of Cardan, as his body seemed to melt and twist into the monstrous snake.

The ground shook as the snake moved through the room headed straight for the sword maker. By the time Grimsen was swallowed, I was being pushed deeper into the castle by the flow of the crowd desperate to get to safety. I only got a glimpse of the horror on Jude’s face before she was completely out of sight.

By the time I finally saw her later, I saw the tear stains on her cheeks and the exhaustion behind her eyes. I wondered if she was mourning Cardan or perhaps she was coming to terms with her own future. If Cardan could not be saved, Jude would likely not last long on the throne. The lower courts might seize the chance or the undersea would. That is if our father didn’t dethrone her first.

For the first time in months, I thought I might be able to understand her again. Like me, her husband gave her a level of security that was uncommon for a human in Faerie. While Jude may try to say her motivations for marrying Cardan were different from me marrying Locke, I don’t think they were. They were both motivated by power and protection.

I married Locke for protection in Elfhame. My position as his wife also gave me a degree of power I never had before. Jude married Cardan to become High Queen. She could have become the most powerful knight alive and still not have been afforded the same level of protection she has as Cardan’s queen. While we may have had different expectations for our marriages, both were strategic.

Madoc taught us that it is harder to hold onto power than it is to gain it. It is even harder to hold on when it is just you. Together, she and Cardan had a chance at maintaining the throne, but alone the chances were slim.

I may have lost almost every privilege I had as Locke’s wife, but Jude had a lot more to lose without Cardan; including her life.

In his absence, the happiness that Jude showed disappeared entirely. When she wasn’t in meetings, she could be found in the destroyed throne room and truly seemed to mourn him.

I recognized some of her pain, though her situation was different of course. I knew what it was like to feel the suffocating sense of loneliness. After all, I had gone months without hearing from my sisters or my parents, all while stuck in a relationship that was on tilted ground from the start.

I knew the pain of losing a partner. Locke died by my hand, but it did not stop the mixed emotions that came after. In the instant I decided to act, I lost any promise of a safe future in Elfhame.

We both knew what it was like to be humans in Faerieland; powerless to watch as the monsters closed in from all sides. In a land where the food, wine, a dance, and a simple conversation could be disastrous, only she and I could truly understand the deep fear that every day brought.

When the day came to bridle the snake, my sister looked magnificent, powerful even. She looked every bit the part of High Queen. But behind her cold, fierce look, I noted the inner turmoil that plagued her.

No one had any ideas on how to save the High King. Therefore, her future came down to if she would decide to wield the snake as a weapon or not. With the serpent, Jude would have had a chance to hold her position on the throne. Without Cardan, she would likely lose everything.

If power was the only thing she wanted, it would have been a simple choice. Jude would have found the snake and ruled as the murderous queen that some fae refer to her as, for as long as she could. She hesitated though. After she dressed in Mab’s armor, she paced back and forth while she chewed her bottom lip, as she does when she is nervous or thinking. She didn’t know what she was going to do.

It was that morning that it became obvious that my sister had loved Cardan back. It was more than lust or a political arrangement. They both could claim their marriage had been strategic, and it might have started that way, but there was love between them. A love that kept her from using Cardan as a weapon.

They played their games and hurt one another, but when the other was in danger they shared the same look of desperate determination to save them. The look on Jude’s face was the same as Cardan’s when he came to Vivi’s apartment; desperate, sad, and determined.

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When Jude returned with a naked, bloody, Cardan I could not believe it. The impossible had happened.

Within a matter of hours, the palace managed to throw a feast in honor of the High King returning. I dressed quickly and made my way to join in the celebration with my siblings and Heather. Tatterfell told us that Jude would join us shortly.

At the height of the party, I spotted a familiar face trying to keep out of sight near the edge of the room. I left my spot near the musicians table and made my way towards him.

“Hello Garrett,” I said as I stopped next to him, taking in the room from his angle. Vivi, Heather, and Oak were still eating at one of the long tables. The crowd parted suddenly, so it was easy to spot Jude and Cardan as they made their way to the dancefloor.

“Taryn,” he replied with a smile.

Neither of us spoke for a moment as the kitchen servants brought out more desserts with a level of fanfare that matched the king that was being celebrated.

“Are you on king and queen duty this evening?” I asked with a nod to the direction of the dance floor.

Garrett shook his head and laughed, “Technically, I am always responsible for their safety, but I sense that the king and queen don’t wish to be followed.”

I looked back only to notice Cardan leading Jude behind the dais and out of sight.

“Then, perhaps you would like to dance?” The words slipped out before I could reason why it was a silly idea. Before I could regret my words, he offered a soft smile before extending his hand.

I let him sweep me onto the dance floor, trusting him to stop me before my feet wear out. I don’t know if it was the way his face lit up when he laughed, or because he is a member of my sister’s court of spies, or because I could command him at any time (not that I ever intend on using his name), but as we twirled and laughed together, I felt safe.

The feeling was a bit ridiculous. My future was still entirely unknown. I had a baby growing inside me, still needed to stand trial, and had no way to support myself.

Technically, both Garrett and I had committed crimes punishable by death, but at least for the evening, I was happy to share the space with him.

We stayed on the dance floor together until the sun streaked in through the windows.

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On the day of the tribunal, I could not help but tremble slightly. Cardan’s promise floated in my head, but I would never fully believe it until I was officially declared innocent. I could not believe that Jude would punish me too harshly. After all, she hated Locke for what he did, so I couldn’t imagine she was upset by my actions. At the same time, she also hated me for what I did, so it was hard to guess her thoughts.

I took my time getting ready until it was finally time to make my way to the throne room. I quietly entered and found my spot in the crowd before glancing up at the dais.

Together they sat. Two enemies who had somehow fallen in love. They had risen together through everything that had happened.

Jude made Cardan into a respectable king and Cardan made Jude queen so no one could overlook her power again.

Cardan invited me forward and in a clear voice, he granted me everything he promised. I was innocent and my child and I would inherit Locke’s titles.

I walked back to my seat and felt the weight of the last few months fall off of my shoulders.

With the ruling, I let myself imagine my future; something I had not done since the night I drove the letter opener plunge into Locke’s neck.

I had made regrettable choices in the past, but I had been given a fresh start.

I had hated the way my sisters had loving relationships, but now it was what I hope to find for myself.

I want a love that is more than security or protection or fun. I want to be with someone who encourages me to be more.

I am not in a rush to find love again. I have my child to raise, my relationships to repair, but if my sister’s love taught me anything, it is that love can happen in the most unlikely of places with the most unlikely of people.

#taryn pov #jude duarte #cardan greenbriar #jurdan #jude x cardan #cardan x jude #the folk of the air #tfota fanfic #jurdan fanfic #taryn duarte #the queen of nothing #the wicked king #the cruel prince #taryn and jude duarte #the duarte sisters #the cruel prince fanfiction #taryn x ghost

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vivinightingale · 4 years ago

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You know what I wanna see with the Yu-Gi-Oh! Boys? Having to deal with their s/o putting themselves in danger! The boys throw themselves into the ocean, nearly get crushed to death, almost fall off a building, escape being burned alive or having their legs cut off. It's time for them to have the tables turned!

My my how the turn tables-

Warning ⚠️ this one contains abuse on Marik Ishtars part. If you are uncomfortable with it please skip it.

Yugi Muto:

You knew how cruel Domino high can be, with the constant bullying and corrupt teachers no day was ever easy. Especially for your boyfriend Yugi.

You didn’t know what it was, but a lot of people that it was okay for them to hurt him, and he would take cause he is too nice to say anything.

Well one day you had enough, and as this gang of bullies went to throw a punch at him you stepped in and took the blows for him.

When the dust settled and they were gone you were left bloodied and bruised on the floor. Yugi was quickly at your side call his friends to help take you to the nurse.

The poor guy was sobbing and trying his best to help you when his friends finally arrived. He has never been so heartbroken in his life and hated himself for not being able to help you.

Yugi doesn’t remember what happened after that, but he heard the next day that bullies were nowhere to be seen.

Yami/Atem:

A battle against PaniK was no easy feat considering he was to wipe people out the competition.

So watching you duel against his was hard for Yami, and it got even worse when the fire was spewing beside you.

He wanted nothing more to step in and take over the duel for you but he couldn’t. It got worse when with every second the flames licked at your legs the more burns you got.

By the time the duel was over you were covered in burn marks and no star chips. Yami called out your name as he rushed to you his friends not to far behind him.

He clutched your form as hot angry tear ls ran down his face. “I will not stand for this PaniK!” He glared up at the taller man.

“We will duel and you will give back Mai’s and (y/n) star chips!”

The battle didn’t last long as Yami wiped the floor with and took the star chips back, but to make sure PaniK would never do something like this again he sent him to the shadow realm.

He then went back to your still resting form and kissed your forehead gently pained that he let something like this ever happen to you.”

Joey Wheeler:

His fight with Marik was more devastating then he cared to admit. When he thought he had the upper had it was taken from him.

You watched from the sidelines and felt your heart wrench with every hit he took, and it got worse when Marik summoned Ra.

When Marik called his final attack you could take it anymore. So in an act of desperation you climbed up the stage and blocked the attack with your own body.

Joey and the group watch in horror as you took the blow from and Egyptian god. You clamped your jaw down hard and stood firm till the attack was over.

As you fell Joey caught and called out to you. Tears fell from his face as he tried to wake you up. It was announced that Joey was disqualified due to your interference, but he didn’t care he didn’t have the time.

He quickly picked you up and took you to the doctor. He kept trying wake up on the way there is voice frantic and pleading.

When the doctor came to the conclusion that it was a coma is when he sobbed hard. How could he let something like this happen to you? He should have stopped you!

He stayed with you all night and for most of Yugi’s duel, and when you finally woke up was he hugged you tightly “Don’t you EVER do that again!”

Tristan Taylor:

With as many fights as he has been in due gangs you would think that you would be use to seeing him hurt.

But you never were with hit took the more you worried about him and his health. So you tried to talk him out of it.

He promised you that he would stop fighting, but that was easier said then done. Especially since the gangs wouldn’t leave him alone.

You watched as he was caught in the middle of another fight, and you weren’t a fighter yourself so the best you could was yell at them to stop.

But that wasn’t enough. So as Tristan was nearly wobbling ready to take another hit you stepped in and acted as his shield.

The punch to your stomachs hurt but you stood firm. You weren’t gonna let the man you love be hurt anymore.

Luckily for you, you shocked the attacker and that was the opening Tristan needed to knock the mans lights out.

As the two of you hobbled home Tristan slung an arm around “it was brave of you...but please don’t do that again...”

Duke Devlin:

The fight with Nezbitt was anything but easy. He played to their weaknesses, and attacked the weaker link.

With that being said that left Duke to fend for himself and the other two, and that made you worried and upset for your boyfriend and friends.

You got so worried that you offered to take Tristans place after he fell, because they were desperate for more bodies Nezbitt accepted.

You blocked and helped your boyfriend and serenity to the best of your abilities, cause you to lose more life points.

Duke tried to yell at you stop, that he was willing to take the blow for the two of you but you weren’t having any of it.

So when Nezbitt aimed a huge attack at duke you knew what you had to do to keep him safe. You use you monster to block the attack knocking out your LP

All you remember is waking in an electronic cats body. You followed Tristan and found your friends and boyfriend.

After the events Duke held your face in his hands and kisses you roughly “please I can’t lose you... don’t do that again.”

Seto Kaiba:

You didn’t know if you believed Noah’s story, but you didn’t like how he was using Mokuba against Seto.

The battle between Seto and Noah was getting scary and you didn’t like the look of it. You were there with Yugi’s group of friends as they commentated on what was going on but you could hear it.

When Mokuba finally came to his sense you were so happy that you were in tears, but that was short lived as Noah Aimee his sights at the brothers

Fearing what was gonna happen, you ran past them and held your arms out taking the blow that was meant for them.

Seto and Mokuba watched in horror as you were turned to stone as Noah laughed in the background. “To think someone actually wanted to protect you Seto.”

That was the last straw for the young CEO. He sent Mokuba with Yugi and his friends as he glared at the deck master in front of him.

“Your games end her Noah.”

When you woke up Mokuba ran up to crying your name as he hugged you, and before you could ask Seto pulled you both into a protective hug. “Don’t do something so stupid again”

Bakura Ryou:

Bakura was never much of a fighter, and he never claimed to be. So when this tall guy tells the poor boy he wants to fight for stealing his girlfriend he is a bit shaken up.

He was gonna simply ignore it and move on with his day till he got a not in his locker stating that they had you.

He couldn’t allow anything to happen to you, so he went to the set location that the boy wanted to meet at.

Seeing you with someone else hold your hands behind you back made him furious. Glaring at the boy he tried to resolve the misunderstanding but it was in vain.

Though Bakura was agile and quick the boy still landed hits on him, and terrible hit they were.

You watch from afar as Bakura and the guy faught you wanted to stop it but didn’t know how. So you watched in tears.

When Bakura took a nasty hit and was on the ground was when you were able to break free from you captors and block anymore hits from landing on Bakura.

You took a few hits of your own but eventually the bully got board and left yelling at Bakura to leave his girl alone. All the two of you could do was hold each other till everything was okay again.

Yami Bakura:

Everyone knew this man cared for nothing but himself and his plan. So when they learned he an s/o they were all surprised.

They way everyone found out was not the normal way either. One of his duels got really physical when joey learned he would be sent to the shadow realm if he lost.

Yami Bakura isn’t use to fighting so when took blows from Joey they were hard blows. You tried to call to Joey to stop, but your voice didn’t reach.

So as a last resort you ran in between them and block Bakura from the punch. Unfortunately for you he hit you hard enough to send you to the ground.

At the sight of your fallen form Yami Bakura grew angry and hostile. The shadow grow angry as Yami Bakura came up to him and grabbed the collar of his shirt.

“You will pay for the crime you committed against (y/n)”

You don’t know how the battle ended but you woke up in the arms of Yami Bakura carrying back home.

“You will never pull a stunt like that ever again.” Was all he grumbled as he held to close all the way home.

Marik Ishtar:

Living with his father was never easy, especially when he got angry when Marik didn’t want to do as he was told.

Marik suffered many beating from his father, and you witnessed every one of them, and you hated it.

So one day Mariks father was yelling at him, and you noticed his hand raise to strike a blow at Marik you stepped in and took the hot for him.

Marik gasped at the sight of your form on the floor, your face red from the blow. However, your act of your courage gained you a beating of your own.

After you were take back to your room to recover from it. A litt but after Marik sneaked in to see you.

When he saw the state you were in he immediately began sobbing .

“Why would you do that! You know how harsh father can be!”

You didn’t say anything as you smiled at him. Marik didn’t like that response but stayed at your side till you were better once again.

Yami Marik:

The battle between Yami Marik and the Pharaoh was coming to a close, and you were terrified of the outcome. You didn’t want to lose the man you loved.

So out of act of desperation you instered yourself in to the duel and used your life points to power Ra.

Most of you was in the shadow realm as you watched Marik best the Pharaoh and claim his victory. So in turn you were very weak and ended up passing out before you could see the aftermath

You don’t know how long you were out, but when you woke up again you were laying down on a very comfortable bed with Yami Marik right beside you.

You heard shuffling as Marik grip around you tightend slightly. “You have served me well doll, but don’t ever do that again or I will leave you there”

You nodded knowing he only said those words out of worry. You snuggled up to him and fell back asleep dreaming of the rest your lives together.

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hasspartacusdoneanythingwrong · 4 years ago

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The Flame-Soaked City, Part 5

With CasCu joining them, the master triad and co. head deeper into the heart of the Fuyuki singularity. What will they uncover as they approach the source of the altered history? (I mean if you play FGO you probably know this already, but hush. We’re hyping up the mystery here!)

TW: implied body horror, villain that would hurt a child, Lev Lainur

If it’s between <triangle brackets>, that’s a mental note between masters, and if it’s between {whatever these are} it’s the viewpoint character.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

{Jeanne}

With the arrival of the new caster, we not only gained a powerful ally, but knowledge about this singularity. What started as a Holy Grail War quickly became a fight for survival as the Saber converted the other servants to her side somehow.

Spartacus was very happy to find out there was a "tyrant" taking control of the situation. If it means he will actually help us from here on out we won't fight it. The best news however is that our caster friend knows healing magic! We're so close to being able to see again!

Kat: <Hey Jeanne, why are you saying all that stuff that just happened?>

Jeanne: <Because Cris never pays attention, and we don't need them getting lost next time they front.>

Cris: <Oh come on, I'm not that bad!>

Jeanne: <Really? What is Caster's name?>

Cris: <So you were saying about our eyes getting healed?>

Cu: Alright, we're all set little lady! Let's see what we can do about those eyes of yours.

Romani: Your vitals are good on our end, Hannah. We'll probably have to do this again when you get back, but the less time spent wandering in the dark the better.

Cu: I don't need you to tell me my magic works, mage.

Marie: Go ahead with the procedure, Caster.

The runes surrounding us lit up, infusing with mana as.... nothing happened.

Cris: Oh, you have got to be shitting me.

Cu: It's quite alright, you're not the first maiden to be taken aback by my-

Cris: No jackass, I still can't see anything!

Mash: But the spell worked, senpai! Your eyes look perfectly healthy!

Cu: You wouldn't happen to be cursed, would you?

Romani: It's more likely one of two things. Either we need to heal Hannah in the present, or the problem is psychosomatic. Either way, it's not a problem we can solve now.

Jeanne: That's unfortunate, but at least we're not any worse off for trying. It gave us plenty of time for a break, at least. We should get moving towards- As we stood up to move, our foot caught a rock in the worst way, and we took a spill.

--- {Cris}

Cris: Agh, motherfuck... er...

Holy shit, I can see again! God, blasted hellscape never looked so good. Wow Mash does not look comfortable in that armor. And that old guy in blue must be caster.

Cris: Wait, were you flirting with me? You're like 40, what the hell?

Mash: This is wonderful! Thank goodness!

Marie: We might just have a chance now.

Jeanne: <Maybe switching reset something?>

Kat: <That doesn't make any sense.>

Jeanne: <I know, I am just spitballing here.>

Cu: It's a step in the right direction, but her eyesight is clearly off. I'm still plenty young.

Cris: We can argue on the way. <Jeanne, you remember which way we need to go, right?>

Jeanne: <Leave it to me. We should travel much faster now.>

---- {Jeanne}

And with that switch, we are back in darkness.

Jeanne: That is less than ideal.

Marie: What happened now?

Jeanne: Hold on, I need to test something. <Kat, do you mind?>

--- {Kat}

We can see! Everybody's starting to look a little freaked out.

Kat: <Wow, those hassans really aren't wearing much, huh? They're pretty!>

Cris: <That's enough ogling, I'm turning this body around.>

--- {Cris}

Jesus, why the hell was Spartacus standing right behind us?

Cris: <Jeanne, why are you blushing? ...God, I can't take you two anywhere.> I pull us away from the big lug and back towards the sane part of the party.

Cris: Okay, tests done. The good news is I can see. Mostly. The bad news is that while we mostly have control over when it occurs, we might go blind at random, or if I get like, surprised or highly emotional.

Marie: And how, exactly, did you figure all that out by gawking at your servants?

Kat: Intuition.

Romani: You'll have to deal with it for now. After we get you back here we can work on a more permanent solution.

After we got on the road things went pretty smooth. The skeletons were pretty much a joke now that we could see them coming, and Caster even found time to teach Mash some new tricks. We barely managed to keep Spartacus from picking a fight with that berserker that's running around. Kat chatted with Saber and the assassins (I kinda zoned out for that tbh) and eventually we reached our destination. We hadn't even entered the cave yet, and already we could feel the raw energy pouring out of the thing.

Mash: Senpai, look out!

Mash threw herself in front of us as a sword, twisted, almost to the point of being unrecognizable, embedded itself in Mash's shield.

???: Sorry, but that's as close as you'll be getting to Excalibur.

Cris: What the hell?

Cu: I was wondering when you'd show up, Archer. I see you're still Saber's faithful knight, as always.

Archer: I don't know anything about that. All I'm sure of is there's an old pain showing up again.

Cu: You lot run on ahead. I've got some personal business to take care of.

Spartacus: Let him deal with the gatekeeper, we must strike at the heart of this tyranny!

Cris: Wait wha-

Spartacus grabbed us like a sack of potatos and ran into the cave. As we were getting dragged along, the opening salvos of their duel lit up the entrance behind us.

Jeanne: Assassin! Keep a couple personas near the entrance, and let us know if we'll have to deal with Archer.

Most of the remaining Hassans peeled off from the main group. Mash and the other servants were able to easily keep up with us, though Marie had to be carried on one of the larger hassan's shoulders.

Finally our bumpy ride ended in the opening of a large room. In its center stood a crater, with a massive beam of coalescing energy running from the floor to the ceiling.

Marie: The greater grail... what's that doing in Japan?

Spartacus: Face your end, oppressor! We have come to finish your reign of-

Before he could finish his sentence, a beam of energy burst forth from near the crater. It sucked the light out of whatever it touched, and when the dust settled, less than half of Spartacus' torso fell to the ground. I took a step closer to Mash.

Saber Alter: I have no patience for fools.

A servant clad in black platemail calmly strode forth, her sword still crackling with energy. With the veins on her armor pulsating, the entire thing almost seemed alive.

Saber Alter: You there, girls. You both have an interesting noble phantasm. I would like to test them.

With no other fanfare, she rocketed forwards, and her sword met Mash's shield. Mash and Saber Lily settled into their routine again, but Mash's training was already paying off. The older saber clearly wasn't used to fights against someone who could block her sword, and Mash took advantage of that to force openings for Lily to strike.

Alter was clearly going to lose, so she disengaged and fired off another beam from her noble phantasm. Mash responded in kind, and the black energy dissipated against the shield of light.

However, Alter expected this. and was simply using the beam as cover to get in closer again. Mash never saw the kick to her side coming, and she was easily sent flying, leaving Saber Lily alone with the experienced swordswoman.

It should have been a bloodbath. It was definitely one-sided, but for some reason Alter was holding back. Lily was mercilessly beaten down to the ground, but there was the slightest bit of hesitation that grew with each attack.

Kat: <Hey Jeanne? Do the scanny thing. Trust me.>

--- {Jeanne}

Jeanne: <Okay? I don't know what you- oh.>

We could no longer see the action, but we could still feel their spirit origins. Alter's was twisted by several things, much like the shadow servants we faced up to this point, but at her core, one thing was obvious. The saber lying on the ground and the saber standing over her were the same person.

Kat: <You guys seriously didn't notice they have the same face?>

Alter: It is useless, child. I am inevitable. I am what it means to be king.

Lily: Even if that's true... even if I'll be like you one day... I'm not you now, and I won't stop fighting you here!

Lily struggled to her feet, and focused all she had left into one final attack.

Lily: Sword of Selection, grant me your power!

Alter: Vortigern, Hammer of the Vile King reverse the rising sun.

Lily: Cleave the wicked! Caliburn!

Alter: Swallow the light, Excalibur Morgan!

The energy of their swords clashed, light and dark twisting around each other before it was all unleashed in an explosion that shook the cave.

--- {Cris}

Both sabers landed heavily. Alter lands in a heap near Spartacus' body, armor cracked from the impact. On the opposite side, Lily lays still, her spirit origin already starting to come apart. Alter pulls herself to her feet.

Alter: I will make this quick.

Before she can take a step, however, a large hand grabs her foot. Spartacus' body hasn't reformed enough to move yet, but he's alive, and that's enough.

Spartacus: HAHAHAHA! Come oppressor! Break your sword against my love!

Cris: Fuck yeah! I totally knew he was okay.

Jeanne: <Are any of us good at lying?>

To her credit, she damn near tried to do exactly what he said. Saber Alter launched blow after blow into the arm hold her in place. Each swing of her sword pulling energy from the greater grail and forcing it directly into Spartacus. We took this chance to run over to Lily. Mash had finally pulled herself from the wall she got launched into and was already there.

Mash: Senpai, your orders!

Cris: Just get your shield up and be ready!

Finally, Spartacus' body had enough. The energy stored within it writhed and began to break through, covering the cave in a bright purple light. Spartacus himself never stopped laughing the entire time.

Alter, and everything else that wasn't behind Mash's shield, was devastated by the explosion. When the dust settled, Spartacus was alone, collapsed on the ground, still smiling. ---- {Kat}

Kat: Lily? Lily it's over, you did it!

Lily barely stirred, her spirit origin was falling apart.

Lily: You were right, Master... Our journey was a lot shorter than I thought.

Kat: No! No, no, just hang in there. We can go get Cu, and he can... do something, I don't know!

Lily: I know this wasn't the best place to meet, but it was fun, right?

And then she turned to dust in our hands.

----- {Cris}

Kat was completely inconsolable, so I had to take over to keep things stable.

Marie: That was unorthodox, but well done. I guess even a third-rate mage can produce first rate work when pushed. Several points are still unclear, but we can call this mission a success.

Marie: If it is any consolation, now that Saber Lily has been recorded by Chaldeas, you should have an easier time resummoning her. She won't have any memory of this place, but that'll be true of any servant you summon in Chaldea.

???: Well, well, well. I did not expect you to get this far, Master of Chaldea. You've performed well beyond our expectations. And survived beyond the limits of my patience.

The voice came from everywhere at once, a cacophony that could barely be called speaking.

Cris: <Jeanne?>

Jeanne: <I'm on it!>

--- {Jeanne}

Suddenly, it appeared, standing over the remnants Alter left behind.

Jeanne: <what is that. what is that. what is that what is that>

Kat: <Jeanne?>

Jeanne: <what is that what the fuck is that What The Fuck Is That What. Is. That.>

---- {Kat}

It was Lev. We couldn't hear what he was saying over Jeanne's... whatever was happening to her. Mash put herself between us. Marie ran straight for him. Then hellfire opened beneath her feet. Olga's voice cut through.

Marie: No! Stop! I haven't even accomplished anything yet! From the moment I was born, I've never been accepted by anyone!

And she was gone. Jeanne finally calmed down.

Lev: You fool, Romani! You haven't figured it out yet? The future isn't "missing". It's been incinerated. It, and everything else outside of Chaldeas' protection. You lost the grace of our king, and this is the natural result.

The ground beneath us began to rumble.

Lev: Ah, the singularity is collapsing already. Farewell, Romani, Mash, Candidate #48. I have many places to be.

He was gone.

Mash: Doctor, perform an emergency rayshift, now!

Romani: This will be close, I might only be able to pull one of you out.

Mash: Senpai!

Jeanne: Mash!

Romani: You're not helping!

Mash and I joined hands. The world fell apart, and everything went black.

{Cris} We came to with a start, on the floor of the command center. Already some of the hassans were leading a cleanup effort to make the place more presentable. Mash is still alive, thank God, and Romani's also here.

Romani: Good, you're awake. I'm sorry to dump so much on you already, but time is of the essence. Are you alright with a briefing right now?

Cris: I mean it's not like I'm going to feel better any time soon, let's rip the bandaid off.

Romani: The main topic: Lev was right. Human history has been incinerated. Almost no space nor time on earth has been spared, culminating in the end of time at the end of 2018. The few points that still exist are these:

With that, Chaldeas lit up with seven bright points, each one with data pouring out of it.

Romani: These seven singularities are turning points in history that have been altered to change humanity's present. Chaldea is protected from this effect for now, but that protection won't last forever. Here's what we need to do: We need to fix these singularities if we're to have any hope of saving humanity. You are our only master, and the servants you've summoned are our best bet. I know you don't have much of a choice here, but I have to ask: are you willing to do this?

Cris: Of course.

Kat: <We will.>

Jeanne: <For Marie.>

Romani: Excellent. Well then! Our object is to protect and recover human history. Our opponent is history itself. To challenge our fate is an act of blasphemy against the past itself, but this is our only chance of survival. This is now the highest and only priority of humanity: a Grand Order.

Cris: Well, Spartacus? How's that sound? A rebellion against fate itself? Spartacus simply grinned, but for the first time it seemed almost genuine.

#fgo #Fate Grand Order #mastersona #Fuyuki #Saber Lily #Spartacus #Cu Chulainn Caster #Olga Marie animusphere #stuffomancer #rebel without a cause #thinks the blind seer trope is overrated

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maiuowrites · 4 years ago

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Story Time.

Let me tell you a Story...

A Story of a young Monster that was created by Greed and Hunger for Power.

...But Refused to Bend & Lose To Cruelty That It Ruled By...

It all started when Monsters were thrown and tossed into their new World of Hell, due to losing the War with Humans and Mages alike.

As Life Underground got used to how their new World was coming, the first Homeground coming to a finish after many months of chaos and havoc, there came a Mysterious Monster who was more than odd.

The Monster was made of Bone, had an image of Human Anatomy, and the dark color of Green like a forest in the dim moonlight. Despite the suspicions, able to deter any information of himself of where he may have come from, able to talk in a strange language of what others would call ‘Other Worldly’ as his main language, he proved himself worthy of not only being that of a Being of Pure Magic; But becoming that of Royalty Aid for the Scientist.

This Monster had deemed himself; W. D. Gaster.

Though Gaster was not able to completely pass by one Monsters ingenious, who called himself Dr. River, he was able to pass all the others and become that of a Professor, a Second hand in command.

The Professor didn’t enjoy this, no… His greed and hunger for power carved him to work hours within the weeks, months, and slowly within the Years to try and best this Monster. Though, no matter what the Professor did, it had failed…

Until he got the brilliant idea to not just sit and wait for a Soul to come; But to Create them, instead...

It took years of trying; Putting more and more of his own Magic in along with many others, the Professor had gone practically Insane to create Life. The issue was though, within the years of research and constantly trying, he had the conclusion…

Why Not Create A Life To Help Him Achieve His Glory?...

The Glory of taking over the Royal Scientist, and then; The whole Kingdom.

With the information at his disposal, he set forth to creating a Souling of a dull white. For a True child to form, all Monsters knew you had to have these components;

Love, Hope, Compassion

But The Professor was able to gather something similar in secret from those who fell into their World through all the years... And in secret, he had gained similar ingredients from the bodies;

Fascination, Dream, Apprehension

Success followed as these essences formed, having a Young Monster grow within secrecy, while also growing faster than normal Soulings of the Monster community once fully formed. The Professor watched as his experiment was showing signs of being more intelligent than those of his age, quickly becoming talented of who he was fated to become.

Professor Gaster had HoPe rising due to the positive outlook he was seeing in such a quick time, needing what the Creature could do to gain what the Insane Professor had deemed his from years ago. With this, he had begun to teach him how to do a few simple tasks around the Labs, but saw the Creature was quickly picking up things even he was doing…

Dials, mixing certain vials, calculating, and even going to the point of processing the right outcomes came swiftly to this Young Being...

Due to being a creation of Science, the Insane Professor was aiming for an instrument of Destruction, not what he was seeing, and didn't desire a ‘Helper’...

When the time came to take the Creature out to test his killing ability, they started out strongly. Incredible powers the Creature held within his Soul as he fought stronger ones, paired with a smart ability to Think, To Act, To Fight.

Though the Creature had a fault, which royally annoyed the Professor...

Many Monsters that were in front of The Young Monster were older to the point they were slowly dusting, Souls barely holding on by mere threads of DT that put them in agonizing pain. Those, he quickly figured killing them quickly and as painlessly as he could.

When paired with younger ones... He wouldn’t. Couldn’t...

Looking at the eyes of those who were innocent before him; How fearful, how they trembled before both him and who he called ‘Father’, the Young Monster felt something within.

Yes… What he felt was Mercy.

To give Mercy would be a good ordeal, to give them freedom of this place, but their eyes... Their eyes showed so much Spark, a Spark he never seen before that was missing from the older ones who he easily gave peace to.

The Young Monster couldn’t force himself to do a single thing to these others... Couldn’t give them Mercy, his ability slowly making his Soul wrench in pain.

But in a world of Kill Or Be Killed...

...That Would Kill Him.

In the end, the Young Monster refused for the younger ones. The Professor thought nothing much of this at first... Until it became a growing habit.

After much planning, time quickly passing by that he couldn’t give much of, the Professor made a hasty decision. To create a fake creature, using it as a Kin to the Younger Monster... He used manipulation to give HoPe that if he was ‘Good’, that he ‘Passed’ his tests, he would in turn give the Young Monster all he desired...

A Family.

What the Insane Professor didn’t expect was that the Fake Creature had begun to take a true form thanks to a Certain Being...

For months, the Professor didn’t realize the mistake, but the Young Monster quickly took notice…

At first, the Young Monster never had the courage to walk out of his cell before, the room he was always forced to stay in being his prison yet safe place. It was the place where he could be him, enjoy what little freedom he had before the Professor came to collect.

That was, until something started to call to him… For him.

Or rather for anything, anyone.

Curiosity followed soon after, the Young Monster gaining courage the more something tugged with no signs of stopping.

When the Young Monster finally had enough courage to sneak out, he used the darkness to his advantage as trained, following the sound? No, feeling? The Young Monster couldn’t place his fingers on it, but he was led to the Experimentation Room.

There within, was a smaller creature; Who looked like him…

A Small Skeleton Monster; No bigger than his chest; Curled and wrapped with its own limbs.

When the small Creature looked from the tube, when pure white eye lights glanced at the Young Monster; It Smiled…

The Tugging the Young Monster felt soon after, was the Bond as it only strengthened as the child reached for him, before slowly going back to sleep.

In that moment…

The Young Monster felt as if the Bond had almost broken instantly as the reading on the machines began to go, the young Soul slowly fading before him.

Quickly, the Young Monster rushed to view the unreadable status of the Child. Desperate, he skimmed through it all quickly, noticing certain levels were downas he blindlessly pressed all he could to get them to stabilize the Child.

Trial and error, the Young Monster was able to finally help the Child, who in his very being; Knew that he was his Brother…

He had one, a younger Sibling…

Nearby on a work table laid papers… On one in bold letters held the name; Sans.

There was another file, which he took and looked through, only to slowly deflate before outright turning horror stricken at the information he found…

This Child-...

Wasn’t meant to be.

#Swapfell Story #Swapfell #Swapfell Red #Professor W.D.Gaster #He is an absolute Bastard #SF!Papyrus #SF!Sans #SF!Gaster #SF!RiverPerson #Maiuo #MaiuoWrites #MaiuoStory #Story 1 #More to come

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buffyversefanfiction · 3 years ago

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Slayer of Slayers

Warnings:I do not own, nor do I claim to own any of the copyright or characters within the Buffyverse which includes but not limited to the television shows Buffy and Angel, as well as the Darkhorse comics series’ continuation.

15+ Strong to moderate violence, Graphic to mild descriptions of gore, and torture, sexually charged scenes, sexual innuendos, mild to strong language, and practices of witchcraft.

M/M, F/F, M/F, GEN, OTHER +

PART NINE LINK HERE

Part Ten: Prophecy's Boy

Theo Frey’s affiliation with the first slayer was a strange one, his entire life mission was to become a slayer to eradicate all slayers, especially his birth mother Buffy Summers, and yet during a prehistoric time when everything and everyone was stripped away from him he had reluctantly formed some form of friendship with the primeval Sineya, bonding through their chaotic creation and so he joined her on some of her adventures in slaying until he was brought back to the present time, back to his current grievances, and surrounded by those ready for him to take his revenge. Theo never realized how deeply Sineya impacted her life until he saw her spirit on vampire island, her serving as a reminder to him of a simpler time where he lived his life without vengeance and how that led him to do good alongside the first slayer until he returned to evil crutches of vampire Drusilla and as the vampire/slayer hybrid stood right next to the unopened Hellmouth in the caves of vampire island, being surrounded by an undead army, he couldn’t help but think of the time he spent with Sineya. “They only call you a king because they do not truly know what you really are neither do you yet,” Sineya said to him through her telepathic ways, her words piercing his mind as she appeared as a spirit only, he could see, standing next to him. “Slayer of slayers is just another name, Theo, nothing but a name but none are what you really are…this is now what you truly are.” Theo looked around at his undead army to see if anyone else could see the first slayer knowing deep down that she was only appearing to him, appealing to a good side of him he thought he could bury forever, as she urged him to not bring about the end of the world, to change his ways, and accept his true destiny. “They need to pay they need to all pay!” Theo shouted, grabbing the attention of his fellow vampires who instantly cheered him on, believing that his words were words of war before he would proceed to open the Hellmouth. “They have paid the price already, as have you, and even her…there’s nothing left to pay except your destiny, and this is not it!” The primeval one replied to him telepathically with her cryptic words being said in his mind. “Your blood and your blood alone will open the mouth of hell, but you are so much more than your blood, a prophecy has been calling you long before your birth it is up to you if you want to continue ignoring it for a mission of vengeance or if you want to become what you were truly created to be.” Suddenly, Sineya’s spirit disappeared once again as Buffy, Faith, Angel, Spike, Illyria, Xander, Ruby, and Giles ran into the caves to meet Theo and his army, all equipped with weapons and ready to go to war if needed to stop Theo from opening the Hellmouth, as the slayer of slayer realized that one way or another, he was not making it out of Vampire Island alive…

Theo and his dedicated team of vampires fought against Buffy, Faith, Angel, Spike, Illyria, Xander, Ruby, and Giles viciously as Theo himself went head to head with the blue-haired goddess Illyria, the one who killed his undead lover Tobias, throwing a series of punches and kicks at the old one, making little to no impact, before Illyria proceeded to fight back against the slayer of slayers gaining the upper hand with ease as she showed her superior strength while beating Theo into submission as he fell to the ground, ready to be killed by the same woman who had killed the love of his life, but Angel quickly left his ongoing fight to rush over to his son’s side, eager to save him from being killed by Illyria. “He is my son Illyria, please do not kill my son.” Angel pleaded with his friend, who reluctantly began to walk away from both Angel and Theo before taking to fight in the ongoing war surrounding them. “I may have your DNA or whatever but you’re not my father, you never raised me as my dad did, you weren’t there like he was, and you will never take his place.” Theo snapped at his undead father as he slowly got back to his feet, bruised, and bloodied from injuries he had sustained in his fight against the blue-haired goddess. “You look pretty beaten up; she really did a number on you huh?” Angel replied, choosing to ignore his son’s cruel words. “I know you a slaypire or whatever now but somehow you managed to keep your soul, I’ve never heard of a vampire doing that before I mean I have a soul, but I’m cursed…literally. Yet again you are also the first male slayer, which is another mystery.” “We’ve come too far to stop now my army will not stop until my blood opens that Hellmouth over there…unless there is no blood to be spilled,” Theo responded, as he began to realize that he still had the chance to do the right thing, something which was only validated when the spirit of the primeval slayer appeared to him once again, this time standing next to Angel, who was oblivious of her presence. This time Sineya did not have to communicate telepathically with the slayer of slayers because the look on her face told Theo everything he had to know, her look told him that he had forced a destiny on himself that was never truly meant to be and now all he was left to do was decide whether he let that same destiny lead to him destroying the world or if he was able to do the right thing for the first time, as he suddenly began to finally feel his own humanity beginning to creep back in, as he felt all the pain and suffering he caused to his many victims, through his many evil deeds, as he concluded there was the only way to make up any kind of penance for the monster he had become. “You are right,” Theo admitted to the spirit of Sineya, confusing an unknowing Angel in the process. “There’s only one way my blood cannot be spilled and that is if there is none.” Theo quickly grabbed the wooden stake he spotted in Angel’s jacket pocket and plunged it into his own chest knowing that turning to dust was the only solution out of the hell he would otherwise cause onto this world, leaving his biological father Angel in a state of pure shock and horror as he screamed out “No” with the strength of all his voice, catching Buffy’s attention who turned away from her fight just in time to watch alongside Angel as the son they shared together turned to dust before their very eyes. Suddenly, a red smoke, like the one that had turned Theo into a slayer, formed above Theo’s ashes before it began to spread itself throughout the cave growing bigger as it did so, proceeding to attack, ingest, violate, and turn Theo’s undead army into bursts of flames before they eventually turned to dust leaving Buffy, Angel, and their friends stunned by their bittersweet victory, one that came at a great cost.

The End…NOT

“Hello?” Theo called out as he walked into a darkly lit rundown bar, before noticing a sign saying Willy’s Place, as he proceeded to walk over to the bar counter noticing the place was completely empty, the vibe completely dead, as he began to wonder if this was hell, heaven, or something in-between, when suddenly he felt a warm feeling rush through him, that which felt like love in its purest form and as he turned out he was shocked to find a woman stood behind him, with the softest smile he had ever seen. “You may not know me but I’m your grandmother, from your mother’s side.” Joyce greeted her stepson, the two have never met before. “I know this all must be very confusing for you but I’m here to help while I can.” “Not to be rude or anything but are you not supposed to be like dead or something?” Theo replied as he struggled to get his head around whatever the hell was going on. “Well yes, but then again so are you.” Joyce laughed off innocently. “You know you look a lot like your father, but you have your mother’s heart, no matter how much you try to hide it and that smile of yours is truly beautiful I just wish there were more opportunities for you to show the world that smile.” “They are not my parents; my parents died a long time ago and I am sorry, but you are not my grandmother either.” Theo snapped at his biological grandmother, although his snap was nowhere near as bitter as it once was. “Is this hell?” “No honey it is not hell nor is it heaven, consider this your second chance,” Joyce informed him cryptically. “You walked a path you were never meant to walk and the powers that be are just trying to get you back onto the right path, instead of fighting for another destiny why not try embracing the one that’s already yours?” Theo had no idea what Joyce Summers meant by her words but before he could ask her, he found himself magically being transported from Willy’s Place in the now non-existent Sunnydale to the rundown Hyperion Hotel in Los Angeles, where he walked into the lobby to find a beautiful dark blonde-haired woman stood behind the reception desk with a bright smile on her face that told him she was expecting him. “So, you are my guy’s second son I get vampires normally do not have to worry about you know condoms and stuff, but you’d think after the first son tried to kill, he’d wrap it up from there on out but then again if he’s not worried about losing his soul then he’s probably now worrying about impregnating people.” Cordelia Chase said, greeting Theo as he walked over to her. “You’re all kinds of messed up perhaps more so than Connor and he was raised in a freaking hell dimension by some unhinged hunter who very rudely blew up my friend’s club with us in it nonetheless but hey at least you’re not as bad as Angelus now that is the part of your father that you do not want to take after!” “So, which ghost from Buffy or Angel’s past are you then? Are you Angel’s mother?” Theo asked Cordelia, much to her own disgust, which was clear on her face, making Theo realize she must have been a former lover. “Oh, so you’re not Darla which I doubt because Connor’s her son…leaving you being none other than pretty little rich girl turned high being broke bitch miss Cordelia Chase. I must admit of all the stories I heard about the infamous scooby gang, yours were always the most amusing!” “Well, I guess you got your daddy’s brains, and his looks tell me which part of you is Buffy?” Cordelia wondered. “None I hope!” Theo quickly responded, making Cordelia cackle. “Good one sniveling little cry Buffy is more than enough for my liking.” Cordelia joked with the son of the man she once loved, before going on to hand Theo a room key. “A little friendly warning this guy is no friend of your mum or dads so be wary also his face is all kinds of yuck but hey we’re supposed to give you the full unbiased experience but seriously his face is not going to be easy on your pretty little eyes.”

“So, you are the son of the slayer and Angelus…I have been expecting you, my boy.” The Master announced as Theo walked into the hotel room to find the legendary vampire stood waiting to introduce himself. “From your actions, you are more of Angelus’ child than Angel’s which pleases me immensely to know the girl who slew me now has a beast within her own bloodline. However, I hope there is some of the slayer's DNA in you too after all she was the only one to ever beat me.” “You must be The Master, Dru mentioned you once or twice there sure is a lot of hype about you in your heyday you know before Buffy beat you like some newbie vamp,” Theo replied, mocking the master of vampires. “Tobias bought into all that hype but me not so much…so why the hell are you the latest stop on my supernatural soul train?” “You have this arrogance about you that most definitely reminds me of your mother but unlike her you have been beaten time and time again, therefore, making this arrogance of yours truly unearned.” The Master responded, taking a swipe at the son of the slayer in the process. “Mummy spanked you so hard you turned to dust, I think it’s about time you lose the attitude when in the presence of someone who earned their legacy in this world and the next!” “Now don’t start talking about spanking unless your intent is to turn me on.” Theo recklessly flirted with the infamous vampire. “You have what I call a pillow face, but I can work with it if you want to get freaky…” “Right!” Anya Jenkins shouted before storming into the hotel room, The Master quickly vanishing out of sight the moment Anya entered the room. “I’m taking into this appointment because that is just seriously unsettling, and I’d rather not metaphorically spew all over Buffy’s boy as I try to knock some sense into you.” “Oh, great another bloody ghost from their past!” Theo complained as he turned to face the former vengeance demon, quickly becoming tired of whatever the hell was going on around him. “I’m Anya formerly known as Anyanka formerly known as a vengeance demon, one of the best vengeance demons actually then I almost married your mother’s friend Xander until you know he ditched me at the altar and long before he knocked up the little brat we used to babysit,” Anya answered him, clearly unamused with Xander’s choice of partner to co-parent with. “Now I’m just Anya an ally to the powers that be, who’d have thought it…certainly not me anyway.” “Here’s the thing, I’m growing really tired of this bullshit, and after sacrificing myself for I guess the greater good I could really just do with a nap or something. I am so not in the mood for whatever is going on here nor do I give a damn that your man dumped you for someone younger it happens love get over it!” Theo quickly dismissed the former vengeance. “Sorry that your dead but I’m dead too so how about you go haunt the living? I suggest that knucklehead builder who broke your heart especially considering he has a thing for building prisons now and needs a good little scare for that alone.” “Listen here you little snot-nosed slayer, vamp, brat! I am over a thousand years old, and I will not be spoken to that by someone who is technically an error on human history.” Anya snapped back at the slayer of slayers. “Go get yourself a drink or something! Let someone else deal with you, I’m asking for a pay raise…come to think of it, does money still smell as good as it used to?” As Theo became more and more convinced that he was in hell, Anya took the look on his disapproving face to say he wasn’t going to answer her question, and instead of sticking around to force it out of him, she proceeded to leave the hotel room eager to get back to her own afterlife knowing that the next person to visit Theo would definitely be able to put up with his attitude better than she could, or rather was willing to.

Theo didn’t hang around for long before he decided to search for this infamous hotel bar that Anya had suggested to him, wondering if there was even a bar within this rundown, seemingly abandoned place, but after going up and down several floors he finally found the bar the former vengeance demon was referring to as he opened the door, walked through, and suddenly found himself transported to the dive bar he shared with Tobias, only Tobias was not behind the bar, a mousy blonde-haired woman was, a bewitching beauty. “It’s funny the places you wind up when you are not even going in that direction or at least so you thought. It’s hard to accept new paths that are laid out for you but sooner or later you just got to, or you spend forever unhappy and forever’s a very long time.” Tara Maclay informed Theo as he walked over to the bar counter, trying to work out who this bartender was and why they were in some dream-world version of his home. “I much prefer this bar to the last one I’ll give you that,” Theo admitted as he sat down on a barstool and waited for Tara to pour him a glass of whisky on the rocks, to which he quickly downed in one gulp upon being served it. “Which ghost of Buffy and Angel’s past are you?” “I was once Tara, now I’m something else entirely, I am no longer her, and yet her memories remain. It’s funny how they don’t tell you about that when you become a higher being nor do they tell you that despite how much you want to you can never truly reclaim your past, you can never truly get back to where you really want to be.” Tara revealed to the slayer of slayers, as Theo remembered a conversation, he had with Willow about a woman she had love and lost, and how her name was Tara. “I know she feels the same way,” Theo reassured her in a rare act of kindness, as he reached out to hold her hand to comfort the clearly saddened spirit. “See that’s the kindness, that’s signs of your soul, one that was too powerful to be destroyed by demons or anything else that has been thrown at you.” Tara genuinely replied as Theo took his hand back, uncomfortable by showing what he considered to be a weakness but was actually just plain old sympathy. “You have been fighting on the wrong side for all the wrong reasons Theo and I know you know that now even if you don’t want to admit it to yourself you want redemption, more than that you need it.” “Even if you were right, I’m dead now all done and dusted far too late to even try redeeming myself for all the terrible things I have done,” Theo replied, not wanting to admit to the former witch turned higher being that she was right, that he did want redemption, that he wanted to amend for the things he has done, that he had finally seen the error of his ways, and his hatred was placed in all the wrong places. “Oh, sweetie you’re not dead you’re just on a time out, which is sort of over now,” Tara replied before Tristan found himself being transported one last time, only this time he had been transported back to vampire island, to the very spot he had staked himself, standing in his own leftover ashes as he looked around the abandoned caves more confused than ever before as he tried to work out what he had just experienced, why he was back on that island, and what would happen next. “I told you there was another destiny for you, my friend,” Sineya revealed telepathically as her words once again pierced their way into Theo’s mind after her spirit appeared in front of the former slayer of slayers. “And now it has begun…you are no longer the slayer of slayers or the vampire with a soul intact, now you are at one with the very demon itself, this is your destiny!”

The End…of Volume One

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dj-yukio · 4 years ago

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I found an unfinished fic from almost two years ago wtf

since I’m never finishing it (I didn’t even know it existed until know like wth), I’ll just put it up here

Chain reaction

The first thought she had after colliding headfirst into the floor was ‘Ow!’

The second thought she had was the numerous situations that had led to them crashing into the ground, complete with curses that just ran through her mind as she rubbed her head.

Really, it had all started when those two lapis lazulis first came to Earth.

Of course, that by itself hadn’t raised any eyebrows. Even after narrowly escaping the end of the world caused by an angry spinel that nearly killed them (and almost caused Peridot to lose her character development, not that she wouldn’t have gained it back, but still) , the Earth remained a great vacation place for home world gems looking to escape the stress of work, especially after Steven had made the diamonds lax most of the rules and regulations and laws and whatnot that had been in place for era 1 and era 2. It wasn’t even when those two looked at her Lapis-the crystal gem Lapis(she didn’t mean it the possessive way, Peridot swore, she meant it in the ‘I recognise this particular lapis’ way, but now that the thought had surfaced it was staying at the back of Lapis’ mind even though she didn’t quite mind the distinction now), promptly recognised her, and then proceeded to have to reintroduce themselves to her before becoming fast friends with their Lapis.

No, it was only when they briefly looked at Peridot with contempt before being all smiles that Peridot had considered the small possibility that maybe, just maybe, they weren’t as nice as they seemed.

And thankfully, Lapis had listened. Sure, she had been a little offended at the thought that her friends —two lapis lazulis who she had been able to relate to, joke around with inside jokes from a thousand years—would potentially harm them, she hadn’t thrown a fit, instead figuring that Peridot had a point given what happened with Navy (oh that Ruby still made her mad, but she had been right then, so who was to say that it wouldn’t happen now? Although, given that this was era 3 and not era 2... but still a valid scenario.

(It wasn’t that Peridot was worried, haha, but seriously she had yet to recover from the whole trauma of seeing her barnmate uproot everything she had known and loved since coming to Earth out of said Earth, aside from Pumpkin, and then proceeded to fly away with the barn out of the atmosphere. Sure, Lapis had apologised, profusely if she may add, Peridot had forgiven, and both understood where the other was coming from, but such a thing wasn’t something that one just forgets, like keys. The last thing the green gem needed was to find out that Lapis had left again, even though both gems knew it was never happening, but fear was an irrational, irrational thing, so it had of course seemed like a threat that she shouldn’t have even considered)

So as a compromise, they had agreed at first to get Steven to come along with them, before settling for Connie when he couldn’t make it for at least ten different reasons.

(“Wow, thanks guys. Feeling real appreciated here.”

“Yeah, you should feel appreciated!”

For some reason, Lapis felt like Connie was only smiling out of pure politeness for Peridot at that moment.)

Which had then led to the Crystal Temps being formed once again.

“Ok! Okay we’re listening, just don’t hurt her!”

Or at least, it would have been a tactical retreat.

Only, Lapis had frozen up at the sight of Malachite 2.0.

Her eyes had widened, and she was shaking as she stared up at the three gem fusion.

And in that moment, as Peridot pushed Lapis out of the way of a punch that would have poofed , maybe even shattered the terrified gem, Lapis wrapped her arms around the other gem to pull her along from the blast radius with their given momentum. It wasn’t really anything intentional, just something she had done out of instinct as all Lapis could see was her small, brave and for once (it better have been only this once) incredibly reckless barnmate before her eyes as they got out of the damage radius.

And in that instant, Lapis could have sworn that she saw a green light flash before her eyes before they fell face flat on the ground.

Which was now why they were rubbing their head from the impact.

“Lapis! Peridot!” Connie’s cries were what got them out of their stupor, the dust cloud making it hard to see through. It was odd, how the dust didn’t get into Lapis’ eyes, and why their surroundings suddenly seemed like it had a tint of cyan instead of yellow.

With a jolt, she lifted her hand to her face, before stopping as she felt something hard covering her eyes. With a flick, it gave out a small thud, and she concluded that she had visors. That wasn’t weird, because Peridot always wore visors. Or was it weird that Lapis had visors on now of all times? She didn’t know why there was something different with her now, but it wasn’t like it was a horrible difference. Just... different. A good different, even. She enjoyed being like this.

And then she remembered about the other gem. Peridot, who had pushed her out of the way. Lapis, who she had pushed out of the way. Both were nowhere to be found.

So she did the only thing conceivable at that moment and called out for the other.

“Lapis? Peridot?”

Her voice quaked as all four of her hands touched her face, and suddenly, finally she understood.

“We fused!”

Then the shock settled in, and two distinct voices rang out, one out of horror and the other out of genuine surprise.

“I fused?!”

“Nevermind that! Run!”

A hand grabbed onto one of her own, and before she knew it, she was being pulled along, barely avoiding another dust storm as Malachite trailed close behind.

Maybe it was because of the sudden stress, or the clear presence of a gem who wanted nothing more than to shatter them, but as they watched the shield start to splinter, the more logical side of her mind took over and started to compartmentalise her thoughts and organise her priorities. There would be a time for both of them to address this entire fusion issue. There would be a time for her to freak out over the sheer insanity of what had just happened and process it properly.

That time was not now.

Step 1: save Connie. Step 2: Escape!

With her now more one track mind, the fusion pushed aside her current concerns as the dust cleared, grabbing onto Connie by the waist and turning tail just as the giant fist smashed though the pink barrier keeping them alive, barely avoiding the blast while her other two arms and feet made a mad dash out of the area, resembling something like an frightened cat, pounding on the ground in a mad canter while holding Connie off the ground above her head. With water wings coming out of her back, her hands and feet gave the ground a hard push as they achieved lift off out of the canyon.

“Ok, so what’s step 3?”

“What step 3?”

“Of course Malachite could fly. She’s got the abilities of two lapis’.

“She’s chasing us she’s chasing us! What do we do now?!”

“I’m Dioptase, nice to meet you.” She shook it hard before letting go. “Now let’s get out of here before we all shatter—!”

“YOU!”

“Eeek!”

Dioptase felt a terror like never before from both of her constituent gems, resolving to fly faster. Ironically, with both of them panicking over the same thing, it helped her put things into perspective. So, Malachite was going to get her. Alright, fine, if it meant Connie would be fine. Wait, that’s not fine, she didn’t want to be captured. She slapped a hand to her face as she tried to sort out her thoughts.

Then Connie pointed at the ground.

“Land there!”

She looked down at where he had pointed at, only to look back at him with a bewildered face.

“In the recycling centre?!”

Whatever metallic item she could control merely pelted against Malachite, like raindrops on a window in a light shower. Insufficient to make a breakthrough.

“This is it. I’m gonna die here, and I haven’t even existed for twenty minutes!”

Dioptase closed her eyes, turning away from her aggressor as all four arms gripped her head.

But the impact never came.

Instead, a thud rang out. Followed by a grunt as something seemed to have pushed Malachite back.

With one hand frantically moving about her body, the fusion could still feel her form, which meant that they hadn’t shattered after all. A dark shadow looked over them, like something bigger than Malachite had blocked out the sun momentarily from her.

Connie answered the question in her head first as she peeked an eye open.

“Gasp...! Giant metal hands!”

“Holy smokes! I’ve got giant metal arms?!”

“Rargh! You cowards!

The metallic arms moved in response as she waved them around, fluid like water and yet maintaining the same strength as metal. Sparks flew as both hands clapped together in response to the gem clasping her hands together in excitement.

Dioptase could kiss Peridot and Lapis in gratitude.

“BUT I DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M DOING??”

“Oh, and I’m sure you’re hurting her as well! I’m the only one that can handle you, Lapis!”

All she knew that she wanted was for Jasper to leave.

And with a quick swipe, she slapped the giant fusion with a metallic hand, the other forming a fist as she pulled it back.

“Leave us alone!”

The next thing they knew, a cry rang out after Dioptase punched Malachite from the ground, sending the other fusion flying in a bright spark somewhere far away.

“How did you know that that would work though? Like,” Dioptase gestured at the walls of the recycling centre, some of which had been torn apart and was part of the giant metal puddle on the ground, “that. I didn’t even know what we were doing! Well, I did, but you get the idea.”

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“And finally, authority.” Jasper gestured to herself. “Power and intelligence means nothing if you can’t control your subordinates. I can do it, play the bad guy each time someone steps out of line. Order needs to be maintained by those with authority. That’s how society works, for every gem to have a purpose. What’s the use of a purposeless gem?”

“We could shape home world into a society of what we want. We’ll be respected and have our statuses back. We’ll be the ones making the rules, conquering the planets. We can even leave this rock alone.”

“I know. But you’re also weak in another way.”

Steven held out his arm, ready to raise his shield against them. All he got was a mere grunt before Jasper grinned sinisterly.

“Your organic body. Get her.”

Within a second of that order, Lazuli clenched her fist, and Steven’s arms dropped to the side as he squirmed, the blood flow in his body suddenly slowing so much such that it was keeping him barely alive without completely killing him.

“I only ask that you listen to me.”

“Uh-uh. Run, and he gets it. Really, it’d be better for all of us if you just listen.”

A hand grasped Lapis’, who looked down to see Peridot holding onto her arm as if to calm her down. With new found confidence, she glared at the quartz, ready to face her down if it meant Steven’s life. “What do you want, Jasper? If it’s about Mala-“

The perfect quartz held out her hand, stopping Lapis from continuing. “Hmph. I’m not talking about that.” Jasper spread her arms out, as if she was welcoming old friends rather than enemies. A big smile on her face that seemed friendly, if not for the horns on her head or the fact that Steven was currently being trapped by their supposed friends. “Well, maybe, but that’s not the main point. I’ve come to invite you to join me. Yes,” she continued, seeing the stupefied face on the smaller gem’s face, “even you, Peridot.”

“You see, the diamonds that were in power. We had armies, we had everything. We could have conquered the galaxy, and do you know what happened?”

“Our gem society is lawless now! There’s a power gap that’s dividing all of us! There’s no-no purpose for us to exist anymore. And it’s all because of him!”

“But I’ve come to realise something. If you want to make a change, you’ve got to lead. And to lead, you need three things.”

“Oh yeah, you-you clod?!”

“Firstly, you need power.” She gestured at the three lapis lazulis standing before her. “Don’t you ever wonder why so few of you are made? It’s because the Diamonds themselves know how dangerous you are. Power gets you respect, and when you have respect, you get control.” The hungry glance in her direction lingered just long enough to feel uncomfortable. “We don’t even have to fuse. Just giving you access to water would be detrimental to any who rebel against you. You’ll have a place back in home world. Your statuses would be regained.” Peridot tugged a little harder at that, and Lapis placed her other hand on her to assure her that she wasn’t convinced.

If Jasper had noticed it, she didn’t say anything about it, instead continuing with her grand speech. “Secondly, brains.” She gestured at Peridot, and Lapis subconsciously stepped forward as if trying to shield her away from the immediate threat, just as she had done with the red eye those years ago. Jasper held out both of her hands placatingly, still grinning at the two gems as she turned her gaze towards the smaller of the two. “You’re pretty smart. You managed to figure out how to control metal, something that no other Era 2 peridot has ever figured out.” With a jolt, Peridot realised that Jasper was trying to convince her. “That story about the Crystal gems flying to home world on Yellow and Blue Diamond’s ships after both had supposedly crashed... while the Bismuth may have been able to fix the ship, only you out of the group could have had the technical knowhow to fix the ship, and that was without your limb enhancers. Just imagine how much greater you would be back in home world.”

(Lapis admittedly hadn’t been paying attention at that part, if only because she was more concerned about the other issue of Steven turning blue, which was not a natural color for humans, so it surprised her that she had remembered all of that. On the other hand, Peridot was more surprised that her once escort had even bothered to include her in her obviously villainous scheme, and while she was only slightly flattered, this was not a good time to be happy.)

Jasper continued on with her speech, ignoring the obvious lack of attention from the other two if she had even noticed that they were no longer looking at her, instead having a silent eye conversation between themselves.

(It’s one of those conversations that only people who had a great connection with each other could have, like a pair of best friends or a couple so in sync that they could read each other’s minds. And it went something like this:

A quick glance at all the gems surrounding them, before uncertainly looking back at Lapis. So... what do we do?

An incredulous look followed by a rapid shift as she glanced at Steven, almost frantically as if hoping the other would come up with some brilliant plan before scrunching you her eyebrows. Does it matter what we do? Steven’s dying! I...think. Blue isn’t a good thing for humans right? Something about drowning or lack of air...

Green eyes darted towards the perfect... well almost perfect quartz in front of them who was still monologuing, before glancing at Lapis and then Steven. Well, we obviously don’t want to be shattered by Jasper over there! We need to extricate Steven over there. Is there... is there a way you can get his blood to flow through his body again?

A confused face. I’m sorry? Didn’t get that.

A nod towards her hands and then to Lazuli and Blue. Your... yourself. You can, um, you know, your hands. Free him?

Her face looked thoughtful before she jerked her head to the other two blue gems and shook her head. Can’t, not with those two around. They’ll get to him before I can, and honestly I don’t know enough about humans to make sure he’s fine. Also, I’m plenty terrified, just so you know—)

“So what do you say?”

Both Lazuli and Blue looked at Lapis expectantly.

Both gems looked at each other, coming to a unanimous decision before facing Jasper.

“No.”

“Wow, but no thanks.”

They had expected her to throw a fit, for Jasper to growl at them for daring to oppose her.

Instead, Jasper huffed and shook her head, as if she was disappointed. She waved towards Lazuli, who released her grip on Steven, who slumped but was still breathing, gasping really, from the lack of oxygen in his body. “Well, I did try.”

And somehow, that display was more terrifying than any show of anger, because it meant that Jasper had actually wanted for them to work with her, and that she had expected, or at the very least believed, that there was a possibility that they would refuse her offer.

And for the first time since she had come into existence, Dioptase laughed, a hand pointing at the now constrained gem as she grinned.

“Nyeheheha! Got you!” Although she was no longer controlling the shape of the metal, unlike how Lapis’ water arms would lose its shape and just slump to the ground in a wet puddle in a similar scenario, the metal constraints held the giant together steadily, and Malachite was unable to shrug it off.

“Woah!” Conni eyes lit up with stars, breathing heavily after having held up a shield for at least a few minutes with an angry fusion smashing against it. “Who are you?”

“Steven, this really isn’t the time. In case you haven’t noticed, big angry gem behind us!”

“Come on, just a name?”

The fusion looked at her arms with both of her eyes. Now that she had a good chance to observe herself, the once Kindergartener part of her immediately recognised the greenish blue tint of her skin before grabbing onto one of Steven’s hands.

#steven universe #unfinished work #probably was lapidot since very invested at that point in time

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antman-56 · 4 years ago

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Adam’s Revenge

FaunusRascist : Hurry up kid tell us what we want to know!! Where is Sienna Khan?

He punched the bound and bruised 13 year old red headed goat boy. He had one of his horns ripped out and he had a few open wounds on his face.

Adam (quietly whispers) : She’s ...

FR : What.

The Faunus Racist leaned forward to hear better and that was when Adam spat the blood in his mouth onto FR’s face.

The Racist punched him, leaving him another black bruise on his right cheek.

FR (infuriated) : Get the rod!!

He began to breath heavily in rage and turned to Adam.

FR : You dun fucked up son. (infuriated) We’re going to make you talk and make you remember your place.

In the corner of Adam’s left eye, he saw one of the guards with a SDC iron rod and it was glowing red.

Adam began breathing faster and struggle again on his bounds.

Two guards rushed to Adam and held his shoulders to make him still.

The guard with the rod gave it to his tormentor and stepped back.

FR (smiling and chuckling) : Oh now you have some fire in ya huh? Afraid of this thing. Hehehehe. NOW where are they? Answer and you get to chose where it goes.

Adam : Fuck You!!!

FR : Well, I gave you a chance.

He began to walk over to Adam and raised the hot rod.

All you could hear was the screams of a little boy echo throughout the facility.

***2 Years Later***

A riot was in rage.

The facility was in chaos. The White Fang had snuck in and gave the workers weapons. Right now they were fighting with staff security and they were winning. FR was running quickly to the helipad.

FR was armed with a standard issue pistol and had just witnessed a guard being thrown off a high balcony and another being eaten alive by a wolf and coyote.

FR : Malcolm!!! Where are you?!?!

He let a out a series of shots onto 2 savages.

Suddenly a guard appeared out of nowhere.

Guard 1 : Sir, we need to get you to the Bullhead. NOW!!

FR : But my son!!!

Guard 1 : We’ll find him!!

The guard escorted FR to the ready Bullhead.

***Otherside of the facility***

Adam had just grabbed a weapon that the White Fang were dispersing.

A deer faunus jumped up and landed on a convey belt.

WF Deer Faunus (preaching) : My Brothers and Sisters. Now is the time to fight back. To show that we are not animals but EQUALS!! They push us around!! Hurt us, Use us, and Kill us. BUT NOW is the time to fight for your freedom, BUT not for just yourselves but for your children and their children. NOW FIGHT!! FIGHT FOR FREEDOM!!!!

The crowd cheered and ran recklessly to find any of their oppressors.

Adam joined a group of 14 faunus. Some familiar and others he has never seen.

They saw a group of guards and ran up to them.

In the midst of battle, Adam finally saw what horrors battle hid.

He saw a Crocodile Faunus grab a hold on one of the guards and bit off his throat and then a sword came through h er head.

A Goat Faunus being tackled and stabbed multiple times by a guard. Then said guard was smacked across the face by a Gorilla Faunus who then ripped his head off.

Adam finally snapped back into reality when a guard was yelling and running at him.

He blocked his attack with his sword.They both stared at one another with hatred.

Adam remember this guard. He would always spit in his food and say his mother was a whore.

Anger overcame him and with all his might, he pushed the guard away and ran to him. Knocking the both of them off balance.

Both of them were now on the ground.

Adam quickly grabbed his sword and shoved into the guard’s chest.

He looked at him with hate and witnessed the life fade from his oppressor’s eyes.

He picked himself up and noticed that the group he was with was smaller. Only 8 of them left, himself included.

He then heard a scream from the women's quarters

He turned to the remainder of the group and they confirmed his initial response.

They rushed off to their new destination with murder in their eyes.

When they got their, 4 guards were trying to take ‘advantage’ of the riot.

The ‘would be’ assailants saw the situation they were in and dropped their weapons hoping for mercy.

Adam walked up to another guard he remembered.

The guy would constantly take advantage of the searches of young women and would encourage his friends to do the same.

Adam was now in front of him. As the guard cowered at the sight of Adam’s hatred, drove his blade down the guard’s nether region and watched as he crumbled on the floor.

He looked at women and motioned for them to take their weapons.

Adam : Their all yours.

The group left and all that could be heard was the screams of their ‘would be’ rapists.

They ran around aimlessly and were joined by other faunus groups. It wasn’t until they ran into a White Fang team did they have a purpose.

As the group stopped to take a break and wait for the White Fang to give them orders, A Gorilla Faunus spoke to get the youngest member’s attention..

Gorilla Faunus : Hey kid.

Adam looked at him.

GF : Go back.

Adam : What!

GF : This is the point of no return. You need to go back to your mo-

Adam :SHE”S DEAD!!!

Everyone turned to look at him.

Adam : She died because of me. Because I saw Sienna Khan here two years ago and the guards found out. They wanted me to tell them where she was and I said no. And they gave me THIS!!!

He pointed at his left eye.

He began to shake.

Adam : They killed her in front of me... and ...

The Gorilla Faunus put a hand on his back, hoping to reassure him that he was not alone. That they would help him.

GF : Then fight for your mother. Fight for her freedom.

They began to hear a series of explosions going throughout the facility.

WF 1 : Sounds like B team did their part.

WF Squad leader : Alright everyone. This is it. This is the communication center. Right now B squad blew up the power and emergency power. But we have 10 minutes before they gain enough power to ask for reinforcements.

Now was the time to strike.

The squad leader put a breach charge on the door and blew it.

Within the entrance to that part of the facility they were disorganized. The workers and White Fang mowed down the frontal defenses.

The battle was mostly over as quickly as it started, until a group of Bullheads came out of nowhere and opened fire onto the group.

In the panic, the Bullheads began to release ropes for the reinforcements to deploy.

WF Squad leader (yelling) : THERE HERE!!!

He took out his pistol and fired at the guards still being deployed.

When the workers realized what was happening it was too late. The majority of reinforcements were on the ground and were counter attacking.

People were dying left and right. The White Fang members were trying to give the workers time to escape and being a distraction for the few faunus workers fighting back.

Adam was one of the few who stayed and fought. He had just blocked 5 bullets and slashed one of the guard until he took cover.

The Gorilla Faunus was using two pickaxes to kill the reinforcements. He had just broken through their formation and as a reward he received a barrage of bullets giving the Shark faunus behind him enough time to take one of the dead guards handgun and kill 2 of them.

The Shark Faunus took cover and fired blindly at where the 5 guards were shooting at him.

A Wolf Faunus was dodging bullets and throwing the weapons people dropped at the guards. He had thrown swords, spears, pickaxes, and a rebar bar. He had killed at least 6 of them and wounded 5.

A Spider faunus was firing spider webs at the guards eyes, hoping to blind them and give the attacking force an advatage.

Total chaos was how the Faunus resistance fought and it would work for awhile until someone messed up.

The White Fang was just giving them support fire. They wanted to give the workers further in the facility a better chance of winning if they died.

Adam saw that they were losing. He right now was using a dead guard as a human shield.

It was then that he tripped over one of the dead bodies.

***Flash Back***

A 7 year old Adam was holding his best friends hand. An Ox faunus with brown hair, Randy Chavez. He was no old than Adam at the moment.

He had third degree burns and some of his bones could be seen. A small little boy who got those burns because he was told to go back into a burning warehouse to get any dust that survived.

Randy was moaning in pain. He just finished yelling his heart out and was now begging for his mom.

Not knowing she died in the initial explosion of that warehouse.

Adam was holding his friends hand until he was forcefully pushed away from his friend and saw a white soldier over his friend.

He took out his gun.

BANG

Adam’s Mother was in front of him. parting his hair and cradling his face.

Adam’s Mother (smiling) : Adam. I love you.

A sudden light changed as he saw her, kneeling in front of his tormentor. Bruised and bleeding.

His pistol was pointed at her temple.

Adam’s Mother (crying and smiling) : Adam, I love you.

BANG

Cat Faunus : Adam!!! Help!!!

Adam was being held back by 2 guards, with black faces, no features what so ever, just a blank canvas, and they were both smiling.

Cat Faunus : ADAM!!!!

Adam : CERYS!!!

Adam stretched his hand past them and was struggling to rush past them.

She outstretched her hand to try and grab his.

So close and yet so far away.

She was then pulled further away from him by a silhouette of a man.

And in the distance laid one of the many rooms the facility had. The door began to open.

He was screaming for her.

And she screamed for him.

He saw be engulfed by the room and the door shut.

***Flash Back ends***

Adam snapped back into reality.

Something in him snapped. He was no longer going to be helpless. No wanted power.

Revenge.

All of sudden everything felt different, he felt powerful and faster.

When the gunfire stopped that was when he tested himself.

He kicked the body on top of him to the source of the gunfire.

In that moment he got and began to glow red. He swung his sword and he let out a slash of red aura produced from it.

The two guards shooting at him fell to the floor lifeless.

Before anyone of the guards noticed his change half of them followed their deceased comrades..

The ones still alive and noticed the threat. All they could see was a blur of red. Some focused fire on it and others began dropped their guns and run.

The White Fang may have lost a number of their team mates but when they saw Adam fighting like a beast. It inspired them to not be outdone by a kid, so they gave him the support fire he needed.

The workers who stayed witnessed Adam’s new found power and followed his example and rushed their enemy with their new found vigor.

Adam was in the middle of the fray. He just shoved his blade into a man’s jaw and pulled it out to block a barrage of bullets. Half of which he sent back to it’s sender.

The reinforcements of 50 turned into 5 as the rest were turned into a blood bath of a single boy out for revenge.

The last 5 followed the ones who left earlier. Hoping to live and fight another day.

Adam was quickly up to catch up to them and mercilessly killed them one by one.

The last one tripped and tried to get back up until Adam’s sword pierced his throat.

He looked up and saw that their was an helipad just up ahead.

He ran to where the sign said to go.

No one was going to escape.

He was fueled by nothing but rage.

WF Squad leader : HEY KID WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!?!?!

He looked at the sign and understood.

WF Squad Leader (quietly) : Live kid. We’ll get you later.

***Helipad***

Malcolm was slashing through the resistance.

He had just slashed a Mouse Faunus chest when he took a breath.

Malcolm : Jones. Gold. We need to get to the other side of the camp and lend a hand.

Jones : We will go. Your father wants you on the helipad.

Malcolm : No. What he need...

Malcolm noticed something glowing red. It was near the entrance to the helipad. It was a lone silhouette.

The trio of men looked at it with confusion. Assuming it was a faunus that must have slipped through them when they were fighting.

Malcolm : You!! Go back to your sleeping quarters and you punishment will be minimum!

The figure did not move. Instead it grew brighter.

For a split second a slash of Aura came at them.

Malcolm was fast enough to jump away. Jones and Gold weren’t so lucky.

As their lifeless bodies hit the floor, so did Malcolm.

Malcolm (enraged) : You bastard!!

They both ran at each other and it wasn’t until Adam was in the moonlight that Malcolm remembered him.

Malcolm : I know you!

Adam yelled and clashed his sword with him again.

Malcolm : Yeah. Your the guy who’s girlfriend I fucked.

Adam grew enraged. He followed his blood lust, and he let it guide him.

Adam knew who he was. Malcolm was the son of his tormentor. Of the man who marked him for life.

Malcolm blocked Adam’s attacks and noticed they were getting stronger every time he striked. He decided it was his turn.

Malcolm (smiling) : You know she called for you. Every time I gave it to her!

Adam swung at him again both sword continued to strike. They continued to clash and were going back into the helipad.

Malcolm (mid fight) : She called for you to save her you know!. Oh how I pulled her tail!

Malcom parried Adam’s attack and kicked him.

Malcolm (smirking) : And the collar.

Adam (enraged) : I’LL KILL YOU!!!

Adam got back up and was breathing heavily.

Malcolm : You want to know how I killed her? Or why?

Adam just ran at him and began to strike.

Malcolm : Because she kept on saying your name. Like a little prayer.

Malcolm parried Adam’s last attack, which knocked Adam down again. He then swung his sword upwards and then dropped it down at Adam.

Adam was able to block it and pushed it away from him.

malcolm quickly recover and began to take advantage of Adam’s position.

Malcolm (raising sword again) : Now go and see your whore.

SLASH

In a flash. Adam was up and was a few feet behind Malcolm.

Malcolm blinked and tried to speak until his world went black.

His head was the first thing to hit the floor. The rest of him soon followed.

Adam turned to see his enemy dead. He took a deep breath and fell his knees.

He had won.

But he wasn’t the only one to see his victory.

***Years Later***

An old man in his 60s was alone in a room. Bound and tied up, his head throbbing.

“Do you remember me?”

He turned his head to find the source of the voice. He found it in the shadows of the room. He stared to see a savage emerge from the darkness.

FR : Who are you?

Adam walked up to him and punched, leaving him a black eye. All he saw was red and was fighting a battle to hold his anger.

Right now in front of him was none other than his former tormentor. Old and weak but still as horrible when he was younger.

Maybe more.

Outside they could hear the workers cheering at the chance of freedom and revenge and the screams of the men who hurt them echo together through the mine.

Adam just helped liberated a dust mine and the workers and they were more than happy to help gather their oppressors who began to hide when they broke through their defenses.

Punch.

Adam : Do you remember me?!

FR : NO.

Punch.

Adam : Do you remember a goat faunus mother holding her child?

FR : NO!

Punch.

Adam : Do you remember a ox faunus with brown hair?

FR : NO!!

Adam : A deer fanus with green eyes?

FR (holding tears) : NO!!!

Adam : Do you remember a cat faunus with amber eyes?

FR (crying) : NO!!!!

Adam unsheathe his sword and drove it to FR’s leg.

FR (moaning in pain) : Who are you!?!?!?

Adam looked him in his eyes and took off his mask.

FR’s eyes widen.

Adam smiled and put the mask back on.

FR : YOU!!!

Adam : Yeah. Me.

FR : YOU KILLED MY SON!!!

Adam : He raped the woman I loved and killed her.

FR : HE was innocent!!!

Adam : To you, but to us he was just another ‘you’!!

He said the last part with venom.

FR : What now. Your going to kill me?

Adam : Where is Jacques Schnee next announcement?

FR : Go to hell!!

Adam did nothing and unsheathe his sword.

FR gulped in fear. Seeing the blade that went through his son’s neck.

Adam (smiling) : Now where do I start?

***Hours later***

Adam took a step back and tried to admired his handiwork.

Here his tormentor lay, just a hollow shell of what was once a human being.

All the pain he brought him, to his friends, to his mother, to the girl he loved. He felt empty and cold. Like nothing even though he avenging the people he loved and cared for.

Nothing.

He stared at his right hand and contemplated why he felt like that.

White Fang Lieutenant : Boss, we have every guard rounded up.

Adam (bringing him back to reality) : Good. Bring them to the entrance of the mine. Let’s give the people what they want.

The Lieutenant nodded and did as he was told.

Adam stared at the exit of the mine with determination. What had happened to him, will never happen to anyone again.

No matter what.

#rwby #rwby au #adam taurus #My ocs

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that-otome-potato · 5 years ago

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Dreams

I really need to get better at coming up with fic titles...

This was birthed from an image that popped into my head one day. To counteract the angst of the image, I turned it into smut because IkeSen's Snek Boi needs love and lovin'...

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“Milord, she’s been taken.”

"By whom."

"Ronin hired by the Daimyo."

Mitsuhide did his best not to let anything show on his face at his retainer’s whispered words. He looked down in thought for a moment before moving his gaze to the older man and Lord of the region before him.

“I must take my leave temporarily, my lord. Something has come up that demands my immediate attention.” When he stood and bowed to him, Mitsuhide heard a dark chuckle rumble across the tatami mats from the direction of the wizened daimyo.

“May your steps be swift, lest something terrible happens.”

The old man’s words were fleeting and followed Mitsuhide as he left the room to go out in search of ______. He didn't say as in as many words, but somehow the Daimyo had found out about himself and Azuchi's Chatelaine. It was the only reason he could think of that ______ would have been kidnapped. They had been ‘living’ in the village for a couple weeks now on one of his missions. Their goal: to find out who was behind all the bandits coming into Azuchi and surrounding towns, causing chaos. The older man had decided that using her would be a good way to hold power over him to show Mitsuhide how much control over the situation he had.

Regret was a foreign entity to Akechi Mitsuhide, but he was feeling it greatly now as he began his search for the Chatelaine. He had been so confident and, dare he say it, cocky that things would go his way in the mission. He had assumed that he had covered every step, all possible outcomes so that only the one he wanted would come to pass. He never thought that he would be found out , or that his enemy would figure out how to use ______ against him. Or that it would be so effective.

His heart clenched in his chest at the thought of something happening to ______ just because she was associated with him.

Mitsuhide hurried through the streets, looking for anything suspicious, listening to anything that might give him a clue as to where they took ______. He expected his man to return soon with information on her whereabouts. He was used to waiting for him, but anxiety coursed through his body this time with his concern for her.

“MITSUHIDE!!”

Mitsuhide’s head whipped around towards the sound of her familiar shout, despite being laced with fear, and he took off like one of his bullets from his gun in that same direction.

Into a small copse of trees on the edge of town he ran, seeing signs of someone being dragged by at least two others. Following the path they had created, he saw an obi tie lying on the branch of a small tree along the way.The same one he had given her just days before as they acted the loving couple in the eyes of the local Lord’s people.

A little way further up the path, one of her small shoes, a ribbon she preferred using to tie her hair back, even a bracelet he had seen her wear since she came to Azuchi, were all strewn along the path periodically. He managed a smile - his Little Mouse can be sneaky. Knew she was being taken somewhere and tried to help him find her.

His smile faded at the memory as he wrapped the cord around his hand and brought it to his nose to inhale her scent that still clung to the cord, pocketing the other items. The look of shock on her face he caused during their mission had brought him untold entertainment, but he couldn't help wondering something.

Did she know that he had given the cord to her because of wanting to see her face light up with her smile? Surely she had some clue by now of how he felt for her. Despite all the teasing he had sent her way and she returned, no words like that had passed between them. But he had also shown her a kindness very few had ever seen. Particularly once he himself realized how deep the feelings for her went. Had he shown it well enough for her to see? Was that why she called for him in desperation?

When he broke the tree line, Mitsuhide found himself facing a cliff with ______ and one of her captors holding both of her arms behind her back and using her as a shield, while the rest were lining the cliff in front of her with their swords drawn facing Mitsuhide.

Their weapons gleamed in the moonlight, and he could see ______ shaking as he copied their movements, holding his own katana before him. He wanted to tell her not to be afraid, but wouldn't say anything like that out loud.

“Shaking, Little Mouse? You’ve been through more terrifying things than this. Show some backbone!” Teasing and taunting had always been his way of misdirection, but with her, it was how he showed he cared.

Rose dusted her cheeks in anger and she struggled against the grip of the man holding her.

‘Disgusting creature, touching her against her will.’ Mitsuhide wanted to spat, but he held the vitriol back and instead moved closer to the men. 'I will make sure a bath is ready for her after we flee this place.'

“Release the woman. She is favored by Lord Oda . If you value your lives, you will do as I say.”

“You can’t scare us, you snakey bastard. We outnumber you. You’re already dead.”

Mitsuhide adjusted his grip on his sword as the small group of men that didn’t have their hands on their hostage, approached. He looked to ______ in hopes of reassuring her he would succeed, but he saw an interesting mix of fear and determination in her beautiful eyes. This combination brought dread, another unpracticed emotion, bubbling up in his gut. What was that sneaky woman planning and how could he get her to stop?

Before any words could escape his lips to stop her, ______ stomped on the bare foot of the man holding her. Mitsuhide watched on in disbelief, and then horror, as the man cried out and gripped her arm tighter before he flung her away from him.

Falling to the ground and skidding on her side, right over the cliff behind them.

Mitsuhide was at the cliffs edge in an instant and reached for where he found her gripping the rocks around her for dear life.

“Mitsuhide! I can’t reach you!” ______ cried, mustering her strength to reach towards his outstretched hand.

“Stretch just a bit further for me and I can pull you up. Come on, ______, you can do it.” Calm. He knew he had to remain calm lest it agitate her and she slipped into the dark abyss below.

Multiple times, he felt their fingertips brush, the feeling like the barest brush of a spring breeze. But she couldn’t pull herself up and, if he moved any further over the edge without help to give himself the reach he needed, it might send them both over the side.

______ managed to prop herself up a little more on her forearms, but it wasn’t far enough. When she shifted herself again to try to gain even more on the distance between them, he distantly heard the sound of stone falling against stone and he could feel himself pale. The ledge ______ was holding on to was starting to crumble from her movements.

Both Mitsuhide and ______ only had enough time to look at the disintegrating edge before it fell away completely, taking her with it.

“______!!”

Misuhide made one last desperate grab for her outstretched fingers as they both shouted the other’s name, but he was too late. His arm remained extended towards her as he watched her disappear into the darkness below her.

Ragged breath sawed in and out of his lungs as he stared, unable to look away from where he last saw ______. This couldn't...wasn't happening!

‘No, no, no…’

“NO!!”

Mitsuhide shot straight up in his bedding with the cry on his thin lips, his bare chest aching for need of breath. He raised a shaking hand to his face, feeling it slick with sweat. He slouched with relief. It was just a dream - a nightmare. He looked to his right, seeing ______ 's bare back as she faced the balcony of the room they shared for their secret trysts, feeling his tension slack further.

His Little Mouse had turned out to be a better actress than he had anticipated. The time they had spent together on his missions had turned his teasing and their bickering into explosive passion that neither of them had really been expecting or prepared for. But they had embraced it - Oh, had they embraced it. Repeatedly.

Mitsuhide lowered his hand to stare at her sleeping form fully, his eyes narrowing in thought. Never had he experienced a dream like that. He had certainly mourned - mourned losing an informant, a vassal in one war or another. He’d even mourned losing a lover once. But the grief he had felt at the thought - just the thought - of ______ dying, of her leaving him to go somewhere he would never be able to follow, burned hot and bright inside him. Even though it was just a dream.

He knew what this feeling was and refused to say its name aloud. He had many enemies inside and outside of Azuchi and he was already risking her safety simply taking her as his lover. Even if he did everything he could to keep anyone from knowing. Should it happen to become anything more… if she truly was kidnapped and used against him…

The dream returned with perfect clarity again and he groaned, pulling his knees towards his chest as he gripped his temples. How could he be such a fool? Never with any of his other dalliances had he grown so attached to them so quickly.

Closing his citrine eyes and thinking about where he went wrong, Mitsuhide tensed at the feeling of a small, warm hand on his bicep. He shifted his torso just enough to see ___, her kind face absorbed with concern as she looked at him.

“Mitsuhide?” ______whispered in a voice still rough from their earlier passions and sleep. “What’s wrong? Are you ok?”

Mistuhide stared at ______ for a moment before he dropped both hands from his temples and moved to drape his body over her in one fluid motion, taking her lips in an all-consuming kiss.

When she gasped, Mitsuhide pressed into her mouth harder, taking the air she had quickly drawn back greedily. Needing to be closer to her, to feel her there with him, he trailed his feverish kisses along her cheek to just under her jawline to where her pulse pounded with life.

‘______ is alive and in my arms.’ he thought to himself as his lips traveled down to the skin between her breasts, then to the left to hover over her heart, where he sucked on the flesh hard enough to leave a deep red petaled mark. He trailed down her torso, nipping and sucking, leaving more marks as he moved lower still. ‘She didn’t slip from my hand like water in a river, to be swept away from me. Forever.’

These thoughts were further confirmed when he felt her tiny, soft hands thread through his silver-white locks and he moaned against the skin of her belly at the feeling of her tugging on them.

But he was a man not to be denied - her screams of pleasure were what his ears craved.

When he reached the sensitive space between her thighs, he slowed his movements and languidly lapped at her moist folds, earning gasps from her that was the sweetest of sounds he could possibly pull from her.

‘Give me more, ______.’ He thought to himself as he renewed his efforts, lapping and sucking harder, eliciting louder moans and cries from the woman he was worshipping on hand and knee, or in his case, stomach. Worshipping the only woman alive who could possibly get him to be in such a pose of deference.

Mitsuhide then lifted and draped her legs over his shoulders, bringing her lower half with him as he maneuvered until he was sitting seiza, needing to relieve some pressure in his bare shaft lest he lose himself before entering her lush body.

She cried his name again, tightening her legs around his head as he devoured her essence that was coating her sex in arousal. He could feel his desire increasing every time she did, the idea that she needed him in such abandon, the power it gave him, like an aphrodisiac itself.

Whenever he did this for her, he imagined that her arousal would taste sweet trickling down his throat. It wasn't often that he wished he could taste anything, but she was the one flavor he did.

He pulled away slightly so he could look at her through hooded eyes of molten gold. “Are you uncomfortable, Little Mouse?”

“I feel like my body is on fire! Please, Mitsuhide...!” Her words were whimpered from her plush lips, making him feel parched.

“Then come for me and I will make you see stars as you burn like the sun.”

Her breathing increased at his words and he moved back towards his meal, knowing she was closing in on ecstacy and knowing exactly what she needed.

Laying her back down on the futon, he lay over her pelvis, one large hand cupping and toying with her breasts, the other moving from his manhood to placing two fingers into her weeping core. He felt her squeeze her muscles around his digits and moaned, earning a giggle from her. As payback, Mitsuhide curled the fingers inside her enough to rub against the spongy spot within her body that would increase her pleasure tenfold.

In no time, his actions brought about his desired result, with her calling his name with passion-infused abandon and her back bowing off the futon. This one the complete opposite of the cry of his name he had heard before waking from his nightmare.

Mitsuhide allowed her a few moments reprieve from her orgasm before he lowered his body to lay against hers, staring into her eyes the whole time, her eyes never leaving his, as if ensorcelled. He maintained their locked gaze as he swiftly entered her welcoming heat. He released a breath on a hiss of pleasure when he was in all the way to the hilt, her walls hugging him perfectly.

It was always like this with them, the passion, the fire, the mutual and undeniable desire for each other. Even from the first day she had come to Azuchi, it had been like this. Like they were connecting pieces of the same puzzle. For some reason, however, this time also felt like the first time they were intimate and he could only guess why.

Panting for breath at the effort to not spend himself too soon and hurt his pride as her lover, he opened his eyes (when had he closed them?) and admired the rosy hue that colored her cheeks, the passion glinting in her beautiful eyes, the rise and fall of her chest as she tried to catch her breath.

All of these things were a sign of the life in her that he would protect no matter what. He couldn't help the urge to protect this one female.

______ 's squirming beneath him brought him from his thoughts and he gave her a genuine smile - one rarely seen by any other burt her.

“Getting impatient?” Mitsuhide chuckled when he received a pout and a huff in reply. “I apologize, my dear. Please allow me to make it up to you?”

The reply he received was the feeling of her walls gripping him tightly from within. With another moan at the snug fit she had created for him, he pulled out just until the head remained before thrusting his hips forward, sheathing himself inside her giving body again.

On and on he went, changing the angle of his hips slightly whenever he felt her moans of pleasure weren’t constant or loud enough. They were in his personal manor on the outskirts of Azuchi, so he wanted her to scream for him, let him hear her voice in pleasure to replace the memory of her cries as she fell from his reach.

After she had experienced her second orgasm, he felt his own finally approaching and flipped her over, bringing her shapely rear up to grip her hips tight as he began pounding into her from behind, bringing her hips to meet his roughly, his renowned control, gone.

His heartbeat was filling his ears with its thump-thump as their flesh slapped together before pulling his shaft from her to spill his seed onto the small of her back and over her ass.

______ collapsed onto the futon alongside Mitsuhide, both of them panting. Mitsuhide turned to his side in a languorous way and pulled her to him so their fronts were touching. _______ moved around, getting comfortable, taking his proffered arm as a headrest, allowing his free hand to roam from her hip to card through her long hair. He knew affection was aglow in his eyes because he could see them in her own, as wide as they were.

“Not that I am one to complain, but what brought all that on? Is everything okay”

“Everything is fine now, Little Mouse. Thank you for worrying about me.” Mitsuhide felt his chest grow even warmer as the emotion he felt expand even further. How lucky was he that a woman like ______ would worry over his wellbeing, share his bed, give snark and sass as well as she got.

“Love...you.”

Mitsuhide started from his musings at the sleepy words that had come from the precious woman in his arms.

“Ah, Little Mouse, if only you knew just how strongly reciprocated those words and the feelings behind them were.”

With a soft kiss to her forehead, he settled back into futons comfortable softness, finding a more soothing sleep than before waiting for him.

~//~

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valorxdrive · 5 years ago

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.Past Haunts

Even positivity comes at a price.

Blindingly bright highs are complimented by those devastating lows.

For Sora that experience at Hollow Bastion similar to the day his Islands fell left scars both visible and hidden.

It was on this day that marked where he experienced loss, sacrifice and the test of bonds twisted in spiked thorns. Throughout these halls painted by a history of grim experimentation and layered with dust and dried blood, the lightest of his trials would be to lose the power that directed his purpose. Strength is never what mattered, it only helped him cross those bridges to make a difference.

It was coming to lose everyone that mattered one way or another.

He saw the fragile hold his connections held with the lost of the keyblade, depsite how short lived that instance was, seeing Donald and Goofy break their camaraderie in the name of duty broke him through the surface of reality, allowed to be aware small he could really be.

Yet in the hope, that dim, flickering strand of hope that he could dive into those abyss of self-destructive proportions that he could make everything right, he risks it all, despite how easy it’d be for any of those abominations to tear him apart.

He hopes.

Reality once again crashes him to reveal how despair aims to tear one down.

Kairi, Riku and himself, this marked the day where he comes to learn beyond that childish need just how important these two were within his life. He learns of the extents he’d truly go for their sake, even to facing death itself with terrified yet determined eyes. To smile at it’s scythe when the choice is laid before him, to go on himself or to let her burn bright and free. That choice within his eyes after the culmination of learning his determination became a clear as day decision. One oh so foolish but filled with care. In a twisted way he can come to look back on that day silently, privately, with pride, he wants to do whatever is within his power to let his loved ones prosper.

Which is why the parallel, his experience with Riku is something that will never stop haunting him until this day.

Within that one moment he believed he killed his best friend. Their past, the culmination, the incredibly stupid fight over this damn key, so many rhymes and reasons blended into his canyon wide desperation and hope that fighting would be the solution, that it would somehow make things right, that odds would be reached. It marked a moment for Sora where he sees that if pushed to the absolute brink, he’d drive a blade through his best friend. It mattered so damn little if it was to prolong his own life.

That blood isn’t so easily rid of, possession or not. Their fighting up to that point still bled of the same feeling all the way up to this point, a connection gone rancid, desperate for their own ends of acceptance and survival. Just as he managed to gain a fierce protective streak over Kairi, the same is no different for Riku, a need to protect him as the reality of that terrified, haunted gaze of life being pulled away left him with flashes in his mind to the, the door to his absolute terror of his nightmares.

Whether it was considered a kindness was up to question, but forgetting Castle Oblivion tore away the repeated horror that was instilled with the Riku Replica, of having to repeat that same process. While his memories danced to create the worlds around them, his heart remembered it all, those very real, very raw feelings that were cleaving into a open wound way too soon.

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writeanapocalae · 5 years ago

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Inktober: Stabbed

Warnings for death, body horror, and eye horror

The sun was blearing hot, reflected off the sand and into his eyes. Even with his helmet, there wasn’t enough shade for him. He couldn’t wear sunglasses like the rest of them, it would mess with his lighting. He had to get the shots perfect. He was there for a job, not for art, but he could do nothing if it weren’t art as well.

He was following the troops, being waved along when he fell behind, too distracted with the need to take the perfect shot to keep up. Sergeant Besson was with him, almost grabbing him by the arm, when they heard it. It was a high pitched whistle, growing louder. Besson screamed, abandoning him to dash to the side. Stefano just stood there, camera at the ready, shot after shot of the sergeant as he ran from the bomb that was falling on them.

And then it hit, landing in the dust and the sand, bursting and shattering and tearing apart the body before him. It was a miasma of gore, ad eruption of entrails and bone. Agony tore through him like a flash of fire, a million pinpricks of white heat, his own body a target for all the asteroids in the night sky.

The sun was blearing hot. But the blood pouring down his face, his arm, everything closest to the sergeant, was cool. The throbbing pulse in his eye was nothing. In front of him, was the snapshot, the perfectly framed death of a man, and it was everything. In that moment, nothing mattered more than the fact that he had caught it all in silver nitrate.

They would say he was lucky to have survived the blast, that it only took what it had. He would say that he was lucky to have been born in that very moment.

The moon was a crescent, cool and watchful, the perfect audience, a slit pupil in the massive sky. There was a scream in the night, the song that came along with the most beautiful artistry. Nothing worked, nothing gave him so much life, as that quick flash of fear. He captured her, again and again, Maria, chasing her through her own estate. He caught her with film. He caught her with his blade, a curved thing, more flashy than necessary, but perfect for his purpose.

She tried to escape him, but he was no fool. He had photographed her many times in this place. He knew all of the exits. He knew how to lock all of the windows. They never thought to break them. It was as if, even with their terror, they wanted to be caught.

And so he caught her. A flash of the camera in the darkness, the glean of his knife. Another scream as he spun her, her black gown shining with beads and blood. The knife entered her chest and the chase was done. He caught her again and again, filling the camera with her face, with the way that her life slipped down her breast into the fabric, with the way she struggled to breath. It was not an easy death, but it was, in it’s way, art.

It was not perfect though, not in the slightest. He could not recapture the feeling of that moment in the desert. He would try again. He would try with another. He had an entire second life to keep trying, to try to line up the perfect shot.

There was no moon. There was no sun. There was no time. There was nothing but him and a handful of others, though they were hard to account for. The people of the small town were monsters or prey. A few took him by surprise, the woman in white and those wearing bulletproof vests in a space where the threats didn’t come from a gun, but they left him alone, for the most part. One of them even tried to save him. He had thought that humorous. He had also proved just how useless the vest was by shooting the man in the temple with his own gun, at point blank range of his camera.

This place, he could do so much here. He was stronger than he’d ever been before. He was inspired and what he wanted to create, he could, and what was more, his art took on a very much literal life of its own. Most importantly, he had a patron who adored him and could not wait to see his next piece. All he had to do was bring him the girl.

And she had inspired him. Her screams as she ran through the town, more frightened of him than the then budding monsters, reminded him of simpler times. He knew where she was all the while, of course, but he allowed her to lose him, to gain traction against him, so that he could take in more of that fear, build it in her heart.

She had almost escaped once, when he was overtaken by a sudden jolt of pain from the shrapnel still embedded in his eye. He had stumbled, released his grip on her, and she had sprinted towards the lumber yard.

There were no celestial bodies in this town, not anymore, so he devised to make one himself, a massive eye to replace the one in his head. He would be his own audience and the audience of any other artists that came to this place.

There was a light in the room, small but bright, and it blinded him. Even with his face buried in his hands, the smell of the leather gloves in his nose, he could not be rid of the brightness. It wasn’t just in the bulb but in his eye, the shrapnel digging painfully. It did so when the weather changed, or he was cold, or he stayed up too late, or he hadn’t had enough to drink, or any other manner of things. It shook him, the stabbing pain, hurting more now than it had in his making.

A hand was on his shoulder and he would have jumped in surprise if he hadn’t been in so much pain. He wanted it done with, it all over with. The weight was good, grounding, but with how often he hurt, not just his eye but all of his old scars, it sometimes wasn’t enough. A kiss on his bared cheek helped as well. But both were gone soon enough and a voice, deep and tired but compassionate came to him like a tuneless old song that he only knew from memory.

His hands were pulled away from his face and his gloves were gently removed. Kisses were placed on his knuckles and pills were placed on his palms. He knew that the pills would make him bleed but he was used to blood. It was why he wore so much red. He took the pills and the glass of water that was offered after. The light in the room was dimmer now, not from the original light but from a smaller lantern. Sebastian never went anywhere in the dark and Stefano had been surprised that he was most comfortable with a camp lantern.

His hands cradled Stefano’s face and more soft words were spoken. He wanted to hear them. He wanted to believe them. For the moment, all he could do was trust their sincere tone.

A new weight, a warm one, was draped around his shoulders. Sebastian was sitting on the bed with him, pulling the blanket close around him. His hair was brushed away from his eye and he wanted to pull away, he wanted to hide it. He was used to Sebastian, he was used to being seen, but with this, in this moment, when all his eye did was cause him pain, he didn’t want it seen. He wanted it gone. Perhaps, next time Sebastian and Lily left the house, he would take a knife from the pantry and pry it out.

Kisses were being pressed to his cheek though, to the skin around the wound, to the scars that littered his flesh. Sebastian knew them, all of them, and had never balked. The cold of his lips were refreshing and the tickle of his stubble was a lovely distraction. The pain would take a long time to settle but this was nice, a slight reprieve, and it was something that he could hold onto.

He wished he could capture it on silver nitrate as well.

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lisinfleur · 6 years ago

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Curse - Chapter 4: The Curse of Tail and Gills

Author’s Notes: This chapter was handwritten, with pen and paper, in a hot day without electrical energy for fans; with my upper neighbor dragging her damn furniture over my roof, and the children of my building running and screaming all around my place. This is how much I love you guys...

Warnings: What I warn always: 18+ ONLY and babs, this is FUCKING SCARY

Words: 1820

Those howls were disturbing. Hvitserk couldn't help himself from going out of his tent, trying to figure out what the heck was happening to that single animal howling as if one of his men was torturing it.

Others in the camp were worried about the howls as well, afraid that multiple packs could be fighting around; some were talking about making a fence around the camp to avoid the wolves to invade at night when a strange commotion near Sigurd's grave caught Hvitserk's attention.

Was that Björn?

His eyes caught his older brother's figure falling on his knees, while Harald and Halfdan were pulling away from him; swords in hands, scared expressions in their faces.

Pulling his sword, Hvitserk ran towards them just to see what he thought was impossible to be in front of his eyes: with a pale skin, laughing, Sigurd was there, standing in front of him.

"Look if the curiosity will not kill the cat one more time," he said, frowning; starting to walk towards Hvitserk who felt pulled back by his shirt.

Halfdan pointed his sword to Sigurd and Harald pulled the prince's shirt, walking back and warning about what his bare eyes had seen.

"He didn't even touch Björn. This thing is not Sigurd. I don't know what it is, but stay away, Hvitserk!"

Hvitserk pulled back, feeling the taste of fear cause the grip of his hand in the sword a little tighter. What the heck was happening?

"You're dead... I saw you dying" he said and Sigurd's expression became even worst when he stopped near Björn.

On his knees, the oldest Ragnarsson was holding his neck, gasping as if the air itself was suffocating him, struggling with an invisible hand that seemed to be preventing him to get up. Sigurd lowered himself near his older brother, catching the despair in which Björn faced him, holding his collar tightly with one of his hands. With a devilish curve in his lips, the youngest warlock placed his hand over Björn's arm and so the warrior let go a suffocated growl of pain when something started to rip his skin and his sleeves, coming out of his arms.

Horrified, Hvitserk, Halfdan, and Harald watched a pair of fins coming out of Björn's arms; another, bigger, arched his body in pain, staining his ragged clothes in blood when it ripped out of his back; and his voice, suffocated, converted into a sharp hiss that almost deafened the three of them.

Releasing himself of the bothering grip in his collar, Sigurd got up, placing his feet on the injured back of his wounded brother and looking to Hvitserk, savoring the horror in his blue eyes wide open.

"You didn't see me dying... You saw that crippled bastard killing me. And none of you did nothing about it." he accused "So I decided to come back and do it by myself".

His foot pushed Björn's soft body forward and he rolled down the little mount, loose, hurting his skin on the little rocks with no reaction until his softened body rolled into the water, sinking like a rock.

"Go for him" Sigurd said, moving his head, signalizing to Halfdan. "Go for your precious boyfriend" he joked "He's not dead, but I have a little surprise for you all. Go!" he yelled the last word, causing Halfdan to exchange a glare with Harald before starting to walk towards the river, always keeping Sigurd in front of him.

One step after another, Halfdan went down the little hill, reaching the water, seeing no sign of Björn's body. "That river wasn't so deep and a dead man would be floating", Hvitserk thought, sharing the thoughts of the other three spectators of that bizarre show. But Sigurd's lips curved in a smile and he opened his mouth, hissing that strange way similar to Björn's last scream and so, something came out of the water.

Something. Because what placed hands in the margin, causing Halfdan to squeal jumping away from the water wasn't Björn anymore.

His skin was nastily blued; the wounds Hvitserk thought he was holding in his neck were gills, enormous gills visible from where he was; his fingers were connected by a strange membrane and he opened his mouth more than he should be able to do, hissing back at Sigurd in an angry way before going back into the water, letting a strange fishy tail come over the water before he vanished into the darkness once again.

Halfdan was shocked beyond the fear, but when Sigurd laughed turning himself towards Hvitserk, the boy felt his blood froze into his veins. Whatever that took his dead brother's body, was avenging him in a terrible way and somehow, for some reason, he couldn't understand, all of them were targets, not only Ivar who killed him in fact.

"So... What about you, Hvitserk? What shall be the price of your inertia?"

Hvitserk swallowed dry. He knew he should go against all the instincts of his body and face that strange creature with bravery if he wanted to reach Valhalla one day, but there wasn't a single cell of his body that wasn't warning him desperately asking to run away from Sigurd, the farther he could go. He gripped tightly his sword and so Harald's voice sounded, waking him from his trance with a harsh tone.

"What are you waiting for? Run, boy! This is no time for bravery! Run!" the king yelled and Hvitserk's blues went from Sigurd to him for a second. "RUN!" he yelled louder.

And so, Hvitserk turned his head, intending to look at his little brother image one more time, being suddenly scared by Sigurd's image, quite in front of him: somehow that creature managed to cover the distance between the spot where he was and Hvitserk's body, placing that pale face almost touching foreheads with him and smiling.

"Run, brother... Run!" he joked, causing Hvitserk to feel frightened, stumbling shamefully in his steps behind, missing courage and running the faster he could towards the trees, hearing the laughs in Sigurd's voice behind him.

The blonde prince was having fun, after all. His stained eyes turned to Harald who raised his sword against the creature, thinking on gaining some time for the prince to flee, but Sigurd didn't seem to have anything in his sleeves for the old King.

"I don't have time for your stupidity, Harald. Two have gone, two to come, get out of my way, king" he said, extending his hand towards Harald, causing an impulse of air to push the king onto the ground and out of the way he started to walk towards the camp.

However, the hissings and screams caught the men attention and Sigurd found half of the army looking at him terrified. Some with swords and axes in hands, ready to defend their camp from the creature on the dead prince's body... With a disappointed sigh, he turned around and vanished on the blue mist from Yggdrasil's roots, in front of everyone's eyes.

It would be harder to reach Ivar now. But not impossible. Nothing was impossible for him now and Sigurd knew that.

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Would he go for Ivar? Did he go for Ubbe as well? What the fuck was that creature using his dead brother's image?

Too many questions numbing his thoughts, causing him to lose himself into the woods, running more than his own legs were able to handle until he stumbled on a large root and fell onto the ground, rolling some meters away from the thick tree, grunting in pain when his back hit a bigger stone.

"Fuck!" he yelled, arching his body on the ground, looking around to see if the creature had followed him.

But his eyes found a strange shadow in the middle of those thick roots and, for instinct, he pulled his sword once again, ready to attack whatever was hiding on that place.

From the hole on the tree's trunk, a huge black wolf came out, walking towards him, causing Hvitserk's heart to beat like a drum inside his chest.

Nor for his brother's avenge, he would end up devoured by the owner of the howls that brought him out of the tent? Was this his fate?

The wolf walked slowly getting closer to him, not backing off a single step when he swang his sword in the air, threatening to cut the animal. However, Hvitserk noticed a lack of aggressivity in that creature and when his eyes found those blue wolf eyes, Hvitserk fell on his knees.

Slowly, the creature stumbled steps as if it was wounded, walking towards him, changing form, dragging himself until his older brother was lying on the ground, the head laid in the middle of the dry leaves, the body scratched and dirty from the mud and his efforts to prevent the worst.

"He came for you..." Hviserk whimpered, his throat closed with a huge knot.

Ubbe's blue eyes Hvitserk recognized in the wolf's face looked up to his beloved little brother in despair. And his hoarse voice spoke what he had howled madly since it all begun.

"Help me"

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"Lemme see if I understood: my dead brother is cursing and changing people's forms around, is that it?" Ivar giggled, debauched "That's ridiculous!"

"You say whatever you want, Ivar. But tell me, where are your brothers now?" Harald said, annoyed with that boy's disbelief in his words.

"This is true, Boneless" one of the men said, looking at him "I saw him standing with my own eyes"

"Me too" another.

And another... Soon the table was surrounded by witnesses. Lots of people were affirming Sigurd just vanished in dust or smoke in front of their eyes and Harald just looked to the faithless Ragnarsson in front of him.

"I'm a King and a warrior. I have no reason to lie. Under Odin's eye, this is what my brother and I saw" Harald swore, with a lack of affirmative answers from a shocked Halfdan.

No one had seen Björn from so close as he did and somehow, that strange image shocked him into silence.

Ivar looked from one to another with an annoyed gaze.

"Again, what did he said?" he asked, and Harald sighed, repeating the chant he heard from the dead lips of the fallen prince.

"For your cowardice, you who flee from the earth to forget your duties, be forever bound to the sea you love and never ever touch the lands you chose to deny once again"

Ivar sighed, licking his teeth and looking to the men.

"Go and find Hvitserk and Ubbe. We need to talk"

If it was really happening, maybe the gods were infuriated with his actions and sooner or later that creature would come for him. It was time to put his mind to think. Somehow, not even after being dead Sigurd would give him any peace.

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9lph9tr0n5s · 6 years ago

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Rohan’s backstory

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History in the TAS world: when Robyn and Hannah were on their their honeymoon at the canaries, they’re left stranded during a sea trip on a seemeingly unreachable island, not before being brutally shot by who turns out to be the last drowned agent, who received the order from Fuli to terminate Scarlet and Bullet, or every member of team ceartais in case of failure of the “snow day” attack. Robyn survived thanks to her healing factor, but Hannah died from blood loss. Robyn was distraught, but when she went to hug her, the steel blood nanites interacedt with each other and instinctively merged to repair Hannah’s damage. This triggered a literal merge in robyn and hannah’s bodies, who then waked up into one being. At first being shocked, the two wives managed to separate each other and kept living on that island for seven days.

During those days, Robyn and hannah couldn’t resist being separated, so, once per day, they decided to fuse together for a few hours and then separate back in fear of being stuck into one. This led to the discovery of unkown abilities from both girls, secrets and stuff being kept hidden due to a mental link and hidden traits none of them were aware of: for example, robyn became more romantic and loving than she usually was, hannah discovered she got her sight back and could control whether she went blind or not and, most importantly, both hybrids became fertile. Unfortunately, said secrets the couple held were discovered during the links and once a day, Robyn and Hannah would end up having arguments and fighting with each other, before apologizing temporarely. On the fifth day though, after so much time considered impossible to bear for normal beings, Robyn and Hannah understood that their fusion (whom they nicknamed Rohan by combining their names) and all the troubles thew went through didn’t divide them, but kept them united more than ever, since none of the two ever gave up on the other; they apologized permanentely that day and promised to never lose love and hope for each other and the world in general, even at their darkest hour.

That same day, a small comet splashed into the water waking up the girls. Since Hannah was too tired from everything she went through to check, Robyn went into the water and picked the melon sized rock. After smashing it to check if there was anything suspicious, she noticed six colored fragments popped out of the rock and got all of them in her hands at the same time. What happened next could be described as raw immense energy flowing rapidly through Robyn’s body. Robyn squealed with horror and she would have been disintegrated if Hannah hadn’t woken up and run in her help and fused once again into rohan to stabilize the immense energy. It didn’t take long for them to figure out those were fragments of the infinity gems, since they wathced the recent marvel movies and got informed later about their story on the internet (despite never reading any comic book related to them) which granted them even more superpowers than before. After the fusion, the girls managed to handle easily the fragments while being separated and fused. What they couldn’t understand was why all the six fragments dropped by them out of all the living beings in the universe.

The seventh day their killer returned with the local police, trying to get rid once and for all of the superheroines; unluckily for him, Robyn and Hannah thought out a plan when they saw him arrive and managed to trick him and reveal his assassination plot and allignment by using the mind fragment. The criminal was taken into custody and the zootopian police was allerted. Robyn and Hannah then went back home and were greeted by all their friends and family, who heard about them being stranded for a week immediately after the capture of the criminal. The next days, Robyn and Rannah decided to meet in secret and train with their newfound powers and form and agreed to reveal everything at the right moment.

The right time came the year later when Nick organized a memorial evening for the anniversary of the “snow day” attack being foiled, but also as the anniversary of his parents’, Robin sr and Marian Wlde, death. After Robyn and Hannah gave a speech about how tragic the wave was, but nobody never lost hope against such a disaster, they fused right in front of everybody. Everybody was shocked, but not as much as hearing what happened at the canaries, about their infinity-based powers and about Robyn and Hannah keeping the secret and training their new abilities in secret for about a year. After Rohan answered everybodys questions about her, she finished her components’ speech by saying that as a gift for everybody who loved them, cared about them and would never stop, she would have made something impossible; then she snapped her right hand and the whole universe was engulfed by white light for a second. After the snap, Rohan fell unconcious to the floor, unable to move and intangible, but at the same time everyone discovered what the snap did when robyn’s dead siblings, Ryan Ronan and Reginald materialized in front of them from a small whirlind of dust, then Robyn’s grandparents came along materializing in the whirlind, followed by Hannah’s eponymus grandma, Little John, and old family friend, the former mob boss Mr Big and his guard Koslov and ,in the end, victoria todd, the biological mother of robyn’s sister luna. The snap had taken back to life everyone who died between the incursions of the underworld trio, from the last days of the wave disaster, all in perfect health, having aged as if nobody died and with full memories of what happened. Unfortunately, rohan was still unconcious and immaterial and the only way they could carry her was through an electrostatic box invented by their old friend Olivia which was able to catch all the molecules. They brought her to the mayor office believing it woud have been a safe place.

After nearly eight hours, Rohan started to show signs of recomposing and gaining her conscience back, she would have been back in ten minutes, but unfortunatelty, there wasn’t time to celebrate, as a giant rift opened in the sky above the city hall bringing out a giant starship. Everyone knew that sign was no good and instinctively hid Rohan, hoping no one would find her until she was back. After a few seconds they hid her in the boiler room and squadron of eight green, strange looking aliens smashed into the roof inside the mayor’s office. They identified them as skrulls: alien mutants who could camouflage themselves as any other living species and mimic superpowers. The drop team was lead by a skull called Kl’RT, although he wanted to be called Super Skrull; he claimed to be in search of the fragments of the infinity gems to rebuild the skrull empire and bring glory to it. Nobody knew what was the green leader talking about and remained silent, but when the super skrull mentioned that six fragments dropped into that dimension and listed some of their abilities, after hearing one of said powers was to bring back to life anyone with a snap, everyone (especially Robyn and Hannah’s friends, Kodi, Kion, Olivia and Alice and Robyn’s sister luna) immediately connected the dots and locked the door, while managing to fend off the skrulls; unfortunately the skrull were no match for them, beating everyone and leaving them unconcious, except for Robyn’s mother, Judy and Hannah’s mother, Skye, who they wanted to use as a bait to lure their daughters out.

Meanwhile, Robyn and Hannah found themselves into a strange world composed by a large speck of marble and some ruins, greeted by six spirits, each one colored as the fragments. Those spirits identified themselves as the infinity gems, leaving the married couple astonished for two reasons: 1) they couldn’t believe something tecnically invented could exist, 2) they discovered to be invented charachters from a fictional universe themselves by talking to the spirits. The most important discovery though was why they had basically all the power in the universe, or the multiverse after their discovery of multiple dimensions: in another universe, a group of the most powerful superheroes called the Illuminati, formed by six powerful superheroes of the marvel universe: Iron Man, a genius playboy philantropist millionare turned hero, namor, king of atlantis and the sea, Mister Fantastic, leader or the fantastic 4, Professor x, protector of all mutantkind, Doctor Strange, the sorcerer supreme and Black Bolt, king of the inhumans. They used the gems, wielded by Captain America, the first avenger, to avoid the collision of their universe with a parallel one, but since time ago it was declared the gems could not act together this led to the destrucion of all the gems, especially the time gem whose fragments were scattered through time. In the end Robyn and Hannah learned that the fragments couldn’t find a better possessor over time, but then the infinity spirits found them: during the time of the wave, they were living in a corrupt world, on the brink of collapse, where everybody lost itself, but not them; Robyn and Hannah stayed true to themselves despite all the madness such a disaster could bring, had the power to go through such a situation for so long, they lost loved ones, their minds were torn, but they never gave up, neither stopped loving each other and, literally, they had superpowers. Those feats were more than enough for the spirits to consider the two hybrids worthy. And that was why Robyn and Hannah had the powers of infinity. They thanked the spirits and those greeted the wives back, claiming they could have changed everything. Then they started gaining their concioussness and physical form back.

When they woke up into Rohan, she felt a giant headache and then she heard the scream of Judy and Skye being held. She ran out of the boiler room, only to find everyone lying numb on the floor, except Judy, Skye and the skrulls. Kl’Rt debreifed them about the situation and ordered them to hand him the gems. He was unfortunate not to know he shouldn’t have messed up with the giant hybrid: rohan seemingly gave in, asking for her mothers to be freed; the request was fulfilled, at the terms that Rohan should have gone with the skrulls. As Rohan started advancing to the leader, she quickly started a fight with him, punching the green baddie in the chest and breaking his ribcage; the other skrulls quickly dropped into the fight only to have their ass handed by rohan, one with subdued by rohan’s fighting skills, the other six soldiers were killed, each one by a different power of the fragments. The Super Skrull was not willing to give up and plummeted onto her enemy, seemingly gained the upper hand, until Rohan reunited the fragments into a single gem on her fist and punched it against the super skrull, this time though Kl’Rt was invested by a surge of energy he couldn’t contain. As Rohan kept pressing, the skrull’s body kept flowing energy within, at the point it couldn’t contain anymore. Rohan finished him by blowing his body and soul up. The explosion also blew up the roof of the city hall, but, fortunately, no one else was harmed. The helicopters with the journalist were quick to arrive on the scene when they saw the explosion and started asking questions to rohan. Thinking about what the spirits said, Rohan deicided to take a risky gamble: tired of hiding secrets and knowing said secrets would have been discovered afterwards by die-hard conspirationists, Robyn and Hannah unfused right in front of everybody, revealing to the whole Zootopia their secret identities, their fusion nature and told everything happened inside the city hall: from the drop squad breaking in to the leader blowing up. They clamied to have done so because they felt zootopia needed to know the truth and didn’t want to cover up everything with some half-assed excuse. The only thing they didn’t give away was their companions secret identities, which were safe… or so they thought.

Over the next week following the skrull assault, zootopia was torn in two: the politicians wanted to declare superheroes and superpowered mammals illegal, while the public fought in rallies, protests and riots standing by their thought that zootopia didn’t need control, nor order, but just to be safe and free, no matter who protected them, also chastising the governement, calling it corrupt, unfair and old. While there were tensions inside the wilde family and their friends, everybody did their best to comfort each other, especially Robyn and Hannah, who received the most hate. Nick was not willing to give up on her daughter despite all the accuses against him, but every attempt to calm down the city was vain. But suddenly, a chance of redemption popped up: unbeknownst to everyone, the skrull that wasn’t defeated by Rohan by the power of the infinity fragments, silently escaped on the ship (which was invisible the whole time) and this time he brought back up: another alien race, called the kree. The two armies broke in the middle of a protest, capturing everybody: men, women, politicians, normal people, kids; then, they called in a massive ship/orbital cannon, capable of destroying an entire planet. The skrull threatened Rohan to come out and surrender, otherwise he would have erased the city from the planet. Rohan was trapped: either she went there and die for the whole city or she would have fought at the risk of losing many innocent lives. Believing she runied the city and everyone’s life, in the end she did come out and was ready to die for who she loved and seeking for redemption. She waved goodbye to her family and friends and she faced a public execution, where there kree leader, Ronan, blasted her to smithereens with his hammer.

The skrull then went to pick up the fragments, gloating over his revenge and claiming to be the only true keeper of the universe; but the infinity spirits had decided: Robyn and Hannah were the only worthy to keep all that power. They immediately rejected their impostor and reformed Rohan form the ashes; this time though Rohan was determined to end to skrull threat once and for all. she called in her allies: the famous team ceartais: andraste, spitfire, roar, the mage and yurei (respectively Luna, Olivia, Kion, Kodi and Alice), the ZPD, the MCB and the task force Camelot; no matter who the enemies were or what others thought about her, she was going to end everything.

After a long 10 hours battle, Rohan, ceartais and their allies finally defeated the skrull/kree army, not without casualties: almost 50 percent of the city was dead. Ronan, the kree leader, though was not willing to lose against a bunch of animals and in an act of rage, he activated the cannon at full power: he wanted to wipe out the whole planet if he couldn’t conquer it. When the cannon fired, every hope seemed lost, but rohan, uncapable of giving up and now unwilling to let everyone die, concentrated and unlocked the full power of the infinity fragments enetring the infinity state: she had all the powers in the universe and could have been able to alter the whole structure of the universe itself; after nullifying the cannon’s beam, she completly erased the cannon itself out of existence; then, after facing ronan one last time and killing him when he cheated and attempted for his loved ones lives, she brought back from the dead everyone who died in the recent skirmish and recreated back the entire city: every building that was knocked out or demolished during the wave or the skrull/kree invasion was fully rebuilt. Then Rohan passed out again, falling unconcious and incorporeal, this time only for two hours.

When she woke up, there was her family celebrating her victory, alongside almost the rest of Zootopia; only a few mammals still distrusted her. But soon a problem came out: the energy emitted by Rohan in the infinity state started to give superpowers to random citizens, no matter if they were rich or poor. To solve this problem, Rohan asked for a super’s therapy centre to be created, so that powered mammals could be able to control their powers to fit better into society, without class or power differences and for who wnated to become a superhero. She also asked for every super that would come to be registered as an ally of the zpd, but able to fight free, without law many restrictions. At last, she said that every super was free to mantain it’s secret identity if he or she wanted. Every request was taken with joy from everyone, aside the opposers; that same day team ceartais followed Rohan’s example and revealed their secret identities to zootopia, without fear. Wether this situation was good or bad it’s still discussed today, but two things were for sure: Robyn and Hannah did indeed change everything and even if the alien threat was defeated, many other villains would come out to take the fragments for themselves or for other villanous purposes and those bad guys weren’t just some vigilante level threat: they were superpowered and even came from other universes. Things had to changes so Rohan’s and ceartais’ arsenal grew up, combining the latest tech with the infinity powers, while staying true to their vigilante nature.

In the end, since the “revival” (how the skrull/kree invasion, their subsequent defeat and the revitalization of Zootopia was dubbed) Rohan, despite being a fusion has gained full full rights and it’s considered a civilian just like everyone, Robyn and Hannah are recognized as superstars, just like their teammates, but even with all the fame, the two hybrids live a fairly humble life with their eight children, while also protecting zootopia and other dimensions from evil forces.

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Saving Colors

Context: Rewrite of the ending of episode 9 because fuck that episode where Akira reaches Miki in time. Miki's life was another color in the grey world, one that needed to be saved and Akira hopes they can save more together despite the insanity around them.

Ao3 and perhaps a ko-fi?

“What does it mean to be human?”

A clear question with answers blurred together. Simple words asking to define what came to be impossible, or so it seemed to be with how humanity acted as a whole. Miki heard the question when she ran, and she thought how similar it was to the time someone asked why she ever ran. Humans weren’t meant to run, but it was something she liked to do and it was the thought that maybe—just maybe—moving forward will change something.

To run, to move forward, to be colors in what was otherwise a grey world.

Yet it remained grey the further she ran and heard multiple gunshots behind her. She gritted her teeth, hoping that someone will have an answer to that question and she strained her ears. Maybe someone will have an answer that could also change something and add more colors to the world, if not just clear a bit of the insanity.

“Save Miki Makimura!”

Bang!

Unless those colors were red and yellow, glistening and vibrant from the bodies they left. While those colors were temporary when they stained all around them, the physical bodies were forever lost without a beating heart. Disappearing like rainbows in the sky: once beautiful, but never meant to last long for eyes filled with hate.

“Miko…”

Miki almost choked on her words. The ground became blurry the harder she ran, her feet pounding as she wiped tears with her sleeve. She clenched her hand as she ran, hoping that she can go a little farther—just a little more for her to raise her hand and pass the baton. It was the same run she had always run, where she’d wait until Miko passed the baton and sprint once it’s in her grasp. The race still needed to be finished, she told herself, and determination kept her stride steady.

Bang!

Miki gasped aloud at the sting in her leg. A bullet grazed her thigh and nearly made her lose her balance from the shock, and her stride wobbled when she forced herself to keep running. To keep the baton in her hold had always been her top priority, whether the race was real or not, and she raised her hand when angry shouts behind her grew coherent.

“Akira…!”

Her eyes widened when a van sped down the path and stopped in the distance before her. Miki blinked to see clearer, running faster when she caught sight of Wamu at the passenger seat of the van. She exclaimed happily, and her heart would’ve leaped in joy if it wasn’t for the thud of a fallen body when the door swung open.

A terrified gasp caught in her throat once Wamu’s body toppled from the van and the shouts grew louder, then a few men scrambled out with knives glinting in their hands.

There the world slowed and Miki heard nothing more than the muffle of cries yearning for her blood to spill. She turned around to see the mob catching up to her, and climbing up the hill will only be a race for either side to reach her first. The sting of her leg, the heavy sensation in her hand even when nothing was in her grip, Miki’s scream was silent as she ran and hoped to spread the distance between her and an oncoming man with a knife.

She had to pass the baton… she had to! Empty words she tried to convince herself as she ran, even as she felt the footsteps behind her. Still she didn’t think about the flash of knives all around her nor the insanity, but the only person that helped her run.

“Miki!”

A break in what felt like a fuzzy world and Miki glanced around, only to have the wind knocked out of her when a force crashed into her body. Little breath to scream or to thrash around, but the shouts resounded and her feet suddenly felt lighter.

“There’s the devil!”

“After him!”

Fur tickled her nose and gunshots rattled her thoughts, and while all resumed to chaos around her, Miki heard a low “hang on” when a large arm held her body. Realization then hit her after a member of the mob cursed at them.

“He’s got the witch!! Shoot them down!”

More gunshots came to life and Akira winced when he jumped over the hill, keeping his body low to run with a careful hold on Miki. Headlights flashed from the oncoming cars but couldn’t outshine the crowd of angry eyes. If hate fueled their bodies, then they were no different from the corpses they stepped over and fired at the one who saved more lives than them.

Feet pounding against the gravel, the buildings towering over him, no other life seemed to breathe in this part of the city. Miki shuffled and turned her head to look up at Akira. “Akira!”

“Miki… are you alright?”

He jumped over a damaged car and widened his eyes when Miki gasped after his landing. Quickly glancing at their surroundings—and hoping the shadows will remain empty—Akira halted his sprint and gently brought her to the ground. He noticed blood on her left leg and Miki nearly fell forward when she put weight on both legs, her hands clasping onto Akira’s when he caught her.

“You were shot?” he asked, his words soft in horror.

“I’ll be okay, Akira,” Miki said. Her shaking voice didn’t convince him, but she still mustered a smile when she looked up at him. “So this is what you really look like as a… devilman.”

He cracked a small smile back. “Yeah, this is my body but my heart is still human and mine. And”—he crouched down—“I’ll need you to ride me until we get out of this part of the city.”

Green eyes curiously glanced at the flutter of wings on his head and Miki nodded, her hands still holding onto Akira as he guided her to sit on his back. She bit her tongue once she felt the sting in her leg while adjusting herself, and she held onto him when Akira resumed his sprint.

Faint gunshots were picked up from faraway buildings and Akira grimaced. “Maybe Ryo can help us. I’m sure he will—he has to.”

“Ryo?” Miki asked. “You mean you didn’t already find him?”

Akira paused. “I was looking for his hotel until I found a crowd of humans throwing rocks at people they tied to stakes—at humans they thought were devils. I couldn’t fly away from that, so I tried to stop them even when they threw rocks at me. I wouldn’t kill a human, I never will and yet they were willing to kill me after I said I had the heart of a human.” His breath hitched at his next words. “I don’t understand why they hate each other so much, why they’re so willing to destroy everything for… what exactly? I just… Nothing is gained from all this.”

The houses they passed blazed brilliantly, bringing more life to an abandoned settlement in the grey world. Miki caught sight of a scrapped building and fire devouring much of the framework until, much like the sanity of a human, it couldn’t withstand the fire with its collapse. An explosion of broken glass and forgotten memories, all to later become dust and rubble once the flames were satisfied.

“I knew your heart hadn’t changed, before and after you became a devilman,” she softly said. “You… cried for them, didn’t you?”

Akira felt his throat close up. “Yeah, I did. And just like everyone else, they laughed and mocked me until… a boy came up to me and you know what he did? He hugged me. Another kid went to hug me, and then more of the others stopped to drop their rocks. I hugged everyone there, and at that moment I felt peace and had hope. Hope that maybe everything will be okay in the end, whenever that will be.”

“Until?”

“Until Koda attacked me. I didn’t understand why because he was a devilman like me. We both have human hearts, but still he wanted to kill me. Those humans I hugged were dead, if there weren’t just a few left, and… well. I realized I had to come back to you when I took care of other demons.”

Akira jumped over a ditch in the road, his frown deepened at a sudden thought. “Miko and Wamu… the others?”

He felt Miki tighten her hold on him. “Wamu… Gabi… they didn’t make it. And Miko? She… She died protecting me, Akira. We ran the same path we always ran, and I’ve always known that she loved me. I loved her too, it didn’t matter whether she was human or a devilman but her heart was always true—just like yours.”

The city degraded into a wasteland, where bodies and rubble littered the area and vegetation lost its color. The grass was grey, the roads were black with burn marks and dried blood, and Akira narrowed his eyes at the sight.

“Good people died… so many good people for no reason, humans or devilmen. No one could explain why to me other than they thought they were doing the right thing,” he said. “I guess I will never know what the right thing was all along, other than trying to stay alive.”

Green eyes grew heavy at his words. “Akira… You're more human than them, and I don't understand it. Why do they keep fighting and killing when your tears were always for them?” Miki wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, her voice breaking. “It's not fair. We're all humans at heart and yet… and y-yet...”

Akira listened to her, unable to respond when tears welled in his eyes.

They continued in silence, trying to ignore the waste around them and piles of bodies stacked near playgrounds and buildings with removed names. Names of people reduced to dirt and blood, forever forgotten and replaced with hate by those they thought they loved. Love was nonexistent, save for those who still fought for their lives and the good in a human heart—whoever’s body it was in.

Tears fell from them, adding a little life to the world before the ground swallowed the drops eagerly. Akira slowed his pace and looked around when they reached a hill. Miki felt his body shudder and she spoke softly, “Akira?”

“It’s… hard to run for long when you’re crying.” Akira raised an arm for her to grab onto his hand and guided her to the ground. He watched her slowly put her weight on her left leg, wincing slightly when she straightened her posture. “I’m sorry, Miki.”

“For what?”

Even when their bodies were vastly different, she still kept the same determination, the same look of compassion he saw from her for as long as he could remember. Tears continued to spill from Akira’s eyes when Miki gave him a gentle smile, and he gestured his hand, flexing his fingers for her to see his claws.

“For… this. For your family, for everyone and everything that happened. I’m so—”

Miki grabbed his hand and he stopped in surprise. The markings on his face, the fangs he revealed and the horns on his head, all were taken in with warmth radiating in her eyes. “You have nothing to apologize for, Akira. Don’t blame yourself for all that had happened when the fault isn’t yours. And like before”—she stepped forward to hug him—“it’s okay to cry.”

The insanity of the physical world, the blood that had spilled and the stolen lives, all seemed to have paused when Akira crouched to hug her. He noticed tears streaming down her cheeks and he tried to keep his cries quiet, but like all the times before, the walls broke down. There he poured his heart out, crying for her, for the people that were once alive, and for how fate played its cards.

Miki listened to him, her voice soft and steady. “You saved me again, you know. You always had but this time you were the actual anchor. Miko passed the baton to me and… now you have it.”

She gasped quietly when she felt Akira’s form shrink and his skin against her face. Akira pulled her close in a tighter embrace, his breathing shallow as he whispered, “I can remain human because you exist. My humanity was based on you, Miki, I just didn’t realize it until now.” He pulled back to smile at her. “The thing I wanted to protect the most was you, after all.”

Someone always had to pass the baton, and Miki returned the smile. She motioned it with her hand, fingers curled and raising it to give it to him. “You may be the anchor but we’re still finishing the race together.”

“Yeah, we are.” Akira curled his fingers to hold the baton, his smile growing. He peered closer at a sparkle on her ear. “And hey, where’d you get the earring?”

“Ah, Wamu gave it to me. He said it’ll protect me if I wear it, but I wanted to lend it to you.”

“To me?”

“Well yeah.” Miki tilted her head to remove the earring and on tiptoe, she reached to touch Akira’s ear. “I felt like I wouldn’t see you again, and this is just to be sure that you’ll be safe.”

Akira watched her curiously, feeling the earring settle in with a gentle push of a finger and he touched it when she stepped back. “Think it’ll really work?”

“I can say it worked on me and hey, I am a witch.”

“Heh, the witch and the devil. I’m sure everyone would lose their minds if they thought we were working together or something,” Akira chuckled. His laugh cut short when he glanced around them, not that he hadn’t been mindful of their surroundings but the weight of the grey world crept up on him again.

A soft sigh, a heavy look when Miki followed his gaze. “It’s not the end, Akira. You saved others before, and you saved me so I know you can save everyone else, if not just those who believe in you.”

“You sound so sure… but I have to believe it. I only wish I saved Miko and Wamu a little sooner, and despite all that we’re up against, I think we still have a chance.”

“You mean us finding Ryo?”

Akira’s eyes narrowed at the name. “Ryo… yes. I don’t understand why he exposed me like that or allowed everything to happen but at the same time… We can still fight through this. I want to believe we're still friends and I know we can survive with his help.”

A hesitant pause and after a moment, he tensed and wings sprouted from his back. Although far from angelic, they fluttered in the same delicate matter when they reached their full size. Wings of a monster but with a body full of love, and Miki watched him transform in awe.

While he towered over her, Akira kept a gentle smile when he gave her his hand. “How’s your leg?”

“It’s just a flesh wound, but I’m okay now.” Miki grasped his hand, her feet dangling in the air when he lifted her up. She settled herself comfortably on his back. “Probably better, when I think about it.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

He crouched, a deep breath in, and he jumped up. His body spiraled and at another breath, his wings flared up. Defying gravity for a moment before the world realized a new color in the sky, the breath released and they soared through the sky. The rush of wind on her face, the same sensation she felt whenever she ran and Miki couldn’t help but laugh. A brief moment where they could forget the insanity around them, where they could smile a little at the cold air hitting their faces. Yet after taking in the ruined cities and fire Akira glided over, the smiles grew pained. Miki watched the piles of bodies, the fire licking away anything that held any life to it, and the stranded running far from those who chased after them until they stopped dead after a gunshot.

While they held colors in the grey sky, color drained from their faces at the sight below them. Akira sighed heavily, lamenting thoughts racing through his mind at the possibility that maybe he can save them—that he could’ve saved them. To save more colors in the world if they allowed him to, even when the rest of humanity wanted nothing more than to see the color of his blood on the ground. He was brought back to reality when he felt Miki tighten her hold on him, her face pressing against him.

“Miki?” he softly said.

“Just in case, Akira. And… thank you.”

He hadn’t noticed it before but with her embrace, he felt her heartbeat against him. A strong, steady rhythm—a heart he was able to save—and Akira smiled at the sensation. He did save the most vibrant color of them all, after all.

“I remembered your father’s promise. We’re in this together. Always.”

Different in body and yet their hearts remained the same, even more so when tears spilled from both their eyes. Their faces glistened and even when they heard the chaos below them, they kept a bit of faith in the world. If not just hope in those below them, then hope in another person to bring more color in a grey, grey world.

#xeno writes #devilman crybaby #devilman #akira fudo #miki makimura #fudo akira #makimura miki #akimiki #I listened to Crybaby in the OST and almost cried while writing this and rewatching the episode. just wtf man #they deserve the world and I adore their relationship ;v;#also liked the thought of smol Miki holding onto Akira in his demon form HEH #could've finished this a few weeks ago lmao but ah. hope ya'll liked this!~

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