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Castiel x reader Chapter 16

Summary: SEASON 5 WHOOOO!!!!!!!! LET's GO! So I am so excited for this season so many great episodes. There are going to be a lot more Cas and Y/n scenes. And more chapters too. I do recommend that you read my first book so you get the full Y/n Winchester build-up. Okay with out further due enjoy the second book of Love War and Grace.

Paring: Castiel x reader

word count: 4.4k

Warnings: Some language, Typical Supernatural violence, Spoilers for season five of Supernatural, Guns

AN/ Hey Ya'll so I did notice that it's been a month since I've updated this series sorry for that. This is the longest I've written in a while so that's part of the reason why it took so long. Anywho hope you enjoy especially Cas's and Y/n Renion.

Chapter 16: Good God Ya'll

POV: Y/n “Alright, it looks like you can go home.” The doctor said while putting her supplies away. “Great thanks doc.” She stops and seems to peer into my soul. “You know I have never seen a heart attack like yours I mean you're twenty-four, fit, don’t smoke it just doesn’t make sense.” Yeah I know but it's not like I can tell her that Angels exist and that they all pretty much hate me. “Uh yeah crazy.” I walked to the door. “You must have a guardian Angel.”  She jokily said. Oh, you have no idea.

I stepped into Bobby’s doorway to his room he was in his wheelchair just staring out the window. “Hey, what did the Doc say?” Sam asked me. “All good thanks to Cas.” Speaking of him where the Hell is he. Dean comes to us carrying an envelope. “It's been like three days now?” Sam and I both sighed. “We got to cheer him up. Maybe I'll give him a backrub.” “Dean” Again Sam and I both said. “Look...we might have to wrap our heads around the idea that Bobby might not just bounce back this time.” I mean he’s right this kind of news you don't just get drunk and forget about it.

“What's in the envelope?” I nod at the paper. “Went to radiology.” He pulls out the X-ray. “Got some glamour shots.” It was his ribs and it had Enochian engraved in his bones. “Is that why I feel like I have the worst heartburn ever.” I pointed to the picture. “Yup, curtsy of Cas apparently no demon or Angel can find us” Okay does not mean him too? Then Sam’s phone rings. “Hello? ...Castiel?” CASTIEL! “Speak of the devil.” “Ah, St. Martin's Hospital. Why? What are you—Cas?” Cas had hung up on Sam. And the Angel walks up to us. “Castiel…” I just got lost in my thoughts staring at him.

“Y/n I'm glad to see that you're doing well.” That’s it! He must have something on his mind. “Cell phone, Cas? Really? Since when do angels need to reach out and touch someone?” Dean questioned. “You're hidden from angels now—all angels. I won't be able to simply—” He tried to explain. “Enough foreplay.” Bobby announced from his chair. “Get over here and lay your damn hands on.” “I can't.” What? “Say again?” He spun in his chair.

“I'm cut off from heaven and much of heaven's power. Certain things I can do. Certain things I can't.” What about me then? “You're telling me you lost your mojo just in time to get me stuck in this trap the rest of my life?” I can see Castiel is sad that he can’t help. “I'm sorry.” “Shove it up your ass.” I feel terrible for Cas and Bobby.”At least he's talking now.” Dean commented to Sam and me. “I heard that.” “I don't have much time. We need to talk.” Cas directed to Dean. “Okay.” “Your plan to kill Lucifer.” “Yeah. You want to help?” “No. It's foolish. It can't be done.” Cas does really not have any fucks to give.

“Oh. Thanks for the support.” “But I believe I have the solution. There is someone besides Michael strong enough to take on Lucifer. Strong enough to stop the apocalypse.” We are wondering who he’s talking about. “Who's that?” “The one who resurrected me and put you on that airplane. The one who began everything. God.” Okay God right I mean why not. “I'm gonna find God.”

Dean closes the door so people don’t think we're insane. “God?” “Yes.” “God.” “Yes! He isn't in heaven. He has to be somewhere.” Cas sounded so sure. “Try New Mexico. I hear he's on a tortilla.” Dean said and poor sweet Cas did not get the joke. “No, he's not on any flatbread.” “Listen, Chuckles, even if there is a God, he is either dead—and that's the generous theory—” “He is out there, Dean.” “—or he's up and kicking and doesn't give a rat's ass about any of us.” Cas just glares.

“I mean, look around you, man. The world is in the toilet. We are literally—at the end of days here, and he's off somewhere drinking booze out of a coconut. All right?” “Enough. This is not a theological issue. It's strategic. With God's help, we can win.” he really believes. “It's a pipe dream, Cas.” Cas gets very close to Dean. “I killed two angels this week. My brothers. I'm hunted. I rebelled. And I did it, all of it, for you, and you failed. You and your brother destroyed the world—and I lost everything, for nothing. So keep your opinions to yourself.” Damn, I don't think I've ever seen Cas like that before.

“You didn't drop in just to tear us a new hole. What is it you want?” Bobby voiced. “I did come for something. An amulet.” A necklace? “An amulet? What kind?” “Very rare. Very powerful. It burns hot in God's presence. It'll help me find him.” “A God EMF?” Sam questioned. “Well, I don't know what you're talking about. I got nothing like that.” Bobby shrugged his shoulders. “I know. You don't.” Cas turns to Dean. He looks down at Dean’s necklace. “What, this?” “May I borrow it?” Cas asked politely.

“No.” “Dean. Give it to me.” Dean is silent, he looks at me and I nod my head. “All right, I guess.” He takes it off. And hestionly gives it to Cas. “Don't lose it. Great. Now I feel naked.” Cas now has the necklace. “I'll be in touch.” He goes to walk out of the room. “CAS wait up!” 

He is very quick on his feet I guess having wings would help with that. I caught up to him and grabbed his wrist to pull him into a room ironically it was the chapel. We just stood staring at each other a little. I couldn't believe that he was here. I finally shake out of my trance-like state. And go to hug him tight like he would disappear in my fingers. And he does the same. “Cas were you really …. Dead?” I say right next to his ear. An answer came that I never hoped to hear.

“Yes.” A tear slips down my cheek and I squeeze him harder. We let go of each other slowly. We sat down on the pews. “So do you really think God will help us?” “I'm here aren't I” I sigh and process everything. “Ok, we will get God’s help then.” “Y/n do you really believe in this plan?” He wasn't just asking as a tactic to win this war but as my friend.

“I believe in you Cas yes God brought you back but you are the one who is fighting actively with us so no matter what remember that.” “Thank you Y/n, I must go start the search.” “Ok but now that you can’t just pop in where I am please use your phone that I gave you for that very reason” I finish with a smile. He gives me one back and files off.

When I was gone Rufus had called Bobby sounding really in trouble and something about Demons. We drove up to this bridge in Colorado and it looked like a tornado had walked through. “This is the only road in or out.” Great. “Looks like we're going to put those scout skills that we never learned to use boys. Let’s Go!” I grabbed my pack and gun and we were off.

We walked into the town slowly and lets just that tornado had walked over and full on ran through. Cars flipped over store doors open … blood in lots of places. Sprilikers on for hours. I had been in haunted places before but I have never felt a chill in my body like this. We are checking out this car when we hear a gun cuck and we turn around. It’s Ellen.

“Ellen hey!” I go to hug her but she raises the gun to my face. Dean gets in between us. “That’s far enough.” “Ellen, what the heck's going on here?” And in response, she throws holy water at Dean. I have to hold back my snicker. “We're us.” He says annoyed, whipping off his face. We walked to a church where the survivors of whatever happened held up. When Ellen knew we were safe she threw herself onto me first for a hug. When she hugged Dean and she pulled back she slapped him.

“You can't pick up a phone? What are you, allergic to giving me peace of mind the only one to call is Y/n. I got to find out that you're alive from Rufus?” Dean seems surprised by her care. “Sorry, Ellen.” “Yeah, you better be. You better put me on speed dial, kid.” “Yes, ma'am.” All of us go to the church basement and theirs a demon trap in front. “What's going on, Ellen?” I ask. “More than I can handle alone.” “How many demons are there?” Sam asks in almost bewilderment. “Pretty much the whole town, minus the dead people and these guys.” Holy shit Demons are having super bowl parties.

“So, this is it, right? End times? It's got to be.” Ellen states. “Seems like it.” Sam replies back. Ellen knocks on the door and the makeshift peephole cover gets moved. “It's me.” Someone opens the door and we're let in, the people in here look like they've been through… war. They all look normal and one of them is pregnant. Peachy just peachy.

“This is Sam and Dean, Y/n. They're hunters. Here to help.” A guy who looks like he's the most confident out at of everyone comes up to us. “You guys hip to this whole demon thing?” “We have some experience.” I answered laughing inside. There was another man in glasses sitting at the table who looked especially like he had seen something. “My wife's eyes turned black. She came at me with a brick. Kind of makes you embrace the paranormal.” Yeah, I would too.

“All right, catch us up.” Dean told Ellen. “I doubt I know much more than you. Rufus called. Said he was in town investigating omens. All of a sudden, the whole town was possessed. Me and Jo were nearby—” What? Now that’s a surprise. The last time I knew she would rather have Jo be a Barmaid than a hunter! “You're hunting with Jo?” “Yeah, for a while now. We got here, and the place—well, the place was like you see it. Couldn't find Rufus, then me and Jo got separated. I was out looking when I found you.” Well, that’s great.

“Don’t worry Ellen we’ll find her” I touched her arm in a comforting way. She gave me a small smile in return. “Either way, these people cannot just sit here” Sam said looking at everyone. Especially the pregnant woman. “We got to get them out now.” “No, it's not that easy. I've been trying. We already made a run for it once.” “So we just reverse the plan-” Ellen stopped me. “Sweetie we used to have twenty.” My eyes widened. “Well, there's four of us now—” Dean tried again.

“You don't know what it's like out there. Demons are everywhere. We won't be able to cover everybody.” “What if we get everyone guns?” Sam suggested. “Sam you want to give walking nursery over there one she won’t make it five feet without going into early labor.” I said to him hoping to slap some sense into him. “More salt we can fire at once, more demons we can keep away.” Of course, it didn’t work when did my brothers ever listen to me!? “Fine everyone but her I'll carry two guns” I could tell Sam was ashamed but he was right, unfortunately. Dean broke our tension.

“There's a sporting goods store we passed on Main on the way in. I bet they got guns.” “All right. You stay. We'll go.” Sam said to Ellen. “What about—” I pulled Ellen into a hug. “Ellen if she’s out there I promise to bring her back.” She had tears in her eyes but kept them back to be strong. “Thank you Y/n.” I squeezed her arms and followed my brothers. 

We stop outside the door well Dean stopped us. “Why don't we just go?” Dean directed to Sam about him and I. “What? Just you and N/n?” Sam clapped back. “Well, yeah. Somebody's got to stay here and start giving them Shotgun 101.” “Yeah. Ellen.” Sam starts to go but Dean stops him again. “No no no. It's gonna go a lot faster if you stay and help, okay?” “While you and Y/n split up to go get guns and salt and look for Jo and Rufus? That's stupid.” “Dean We’ll be okay.” “Thanks N/n.” But Dean was stubborn. “You don't want me going out there.” Sam realized. “I didn't say that.” “Around demons.” “I didn't say that.” “Fine, then let's go.” Sam stopped upstairs and Dean gave me an uneasy look.

Dean and I had gone to go look for Guns while Sam was getting salt. “Ok come on let me have it.” Dean said to me. “I don’t know what you're talking about.” I looked at the shotguns not looking up at him. “Y/n I know you, your silence speaks louder than your words so spit it out.” “Dean, I can't tell you how to feel about this.” “But you're judging me.” “No, I'm not.” I put the bag of guns on the table and filled it. I could tell he was still thinking that.

“Dean I think you're feelings about this whole demon blood situation is right but Sam deserves our sympathy with him.” “But he!-” “I know what he did I was there. But he’s our brother and I am going to choose to believe that he can handle this and if he can’t then I'll be with him every step of the way.” I stopped to take a breath. “I hope you choose that too.” I picked up the bag and walked out.

We went to the store to check on sam and when walked in the scene was not good. Sam was bent over a body looking at the blood dripping off the blade like it was liquid drugs. “Sammy?” He drops the knife. 

The basement air had grown stronger with tension more and more the longer we were stuck down here and now seeing Sammy Dean was on edge. Teaching everyone shotgunning quickly is harder than it sounds. “Miss, can you show me?” It was the pregnant woman. “Mahm what’s your name?” “Caddy.” “Caddy, do you know the gender and name?” she smiled looking down at her bump, and that right there I knew I wouldn't be able to live if I let her out there. “A girl and her name will be Andra”

“That’s a beautiful name and Andra is the reason why I can't let you go out there.” She looked shocked. “But I can fight.” “I know you can Caddy but if you got hurt then you may never know your kid and I won't allow that.” She sat down tears in her eyes. “I'll fight for you double-fisting it so don’t worry the demons will get it no matter what.” I tried to add a little humor to it. “Thank you.” “Don’t mention it.”

“I'll be back.” I overheard Ellen say. I got straight up. “Where are you going?” “I can't sit here on my ass. My daughter's out there somewhere. I'm not back in half an hour, go. Get these people out of here.” Before I can say anything Sam speaks up. “No, wait. I'll go with you.” “Whoa, hold on. Can I talk to you for a second?”  My two brothers walked out. And I could hear the arguing. Suddenly the door pops open. Dean is up against the wall and Sam is holding him there. “If you actually think I—” Sam was getting emotional and they were talking about the demon blood.

With Sam and Ellen gone the pastor was reciting prayers like crazy. And Dean was thinking, walking back and forth. Someone pounds on the door Dean goes to open it and there is Ellen. “Ellen, what happened Where's Sam?” I asked, seeing her state telling me that she had taken a punch. She doesn't answer me and just sits down.

“They took him? Demons took him? Oh my god. What if they're in here? The demons?” Caddy got very worried. “Caddy don't worry they can't get past that door.” I pointed. Dean grabbed a shotgun and was going to leave. “Everybody sit tight. I got to—” He glanced back at everyone and saw their faces and knew he couldn't leave them like this. “Okay, we need to get a plan together. Tell me everything.” He sat down and tells the pastor and he gave me a nod of his head like, don’t worry.

“Guys, one of them's in Jo. We got to get it out without hurting her.” Well, now it's personal. Ellen snorts, laughing at something. “It called me a bitch.” “Ok no offense Ellen but I've been called worse because I took the last hot dog at seven eleven,” I responded. “No, that's not what I meant. It called me a black-eyed bitch.” Dean and I hear and either these demons are looking in mirrors or something fishy is going on.

“What kind of demons are these? Holy water and salt roll right off. My daughter may be an idiot, but she's not stupid. She wears an anti-possession charm. It's all kind of weird, right?” Ellen commented putting the pieces together. “The whole thing's off.” Dean finished. “What's your instinct?” Mine would be call Cas but I know he’s trying to look for God or whatever. “My instinct? My instinct is to call Bobby and ask for help. Or Sam.”

“Well, tough. All you got's me and N/n, and all we got's you. So let's figure it out.” “You know I agree with Ellen Dean.” “All right.” “Ellen do you know why Rufus came was there a specific sign or?” I asked. “He said something about water. That's all I know.” Water? “Padré, you know what she's talking about—the water?” Dean asked the pastor. “The river. Ran polluted all of a sudden. Last Wednesday. And the demon thing started up the next day.” Interesting. “Anything else anything at all?” “Maybe, but it's pretty random.” “Trust me Austin in this life nothing is random.” he takes in my own words. “Shooting star—does that count?”

The three of us look at each other in knowing. “Real big. Same night. Wednesday.” “That definitely counts.” Dean goes over to the bookshelf and grabs one of the many Bibles. And flips through the pages till he finds the right one. “"And there fell a great star from heaven, burning like a torch, and it fell upon the river, and the name of the star was Wormwood. And many men died."” I leaned down on the table thinking about it.

“I don’t know about you guys but that sounds like a giant ass warning sign of the apocalypse.” “Y/n’s right.” Dean agreed with me. “And these specific omens, they're prelude to what?” “The Four Horsemen.” The pastor responded. “And which one rides the red horse?” Dean questioned. “War.” war!? War. “Dean that sweet ride that was parked on main street the red Mustang.” I pointed out and he shook his head in agreeance. “If War is a dude and he's here, maybe he's messing with our heads.” “Turning us on each other.” Ellen concluded. “You said Jo called you a black-eyed bitch. They think we're demons, we think they're demons. What if there are no demons at all and we're all just killing each other?” I asked everyone in general to everyone. 

“So now you're saying that there are no demons and war is a guy.” Austin vocalized and he was right, our lives sound like they were ripped from a cheesy early two thousand TV show. “You believed crazy before.” Dean voiced back. Then there was another slamming on the door. It was Roger which is weird because I don't remember leaving.  “I saw them, the demons. They know we're trying to leave. They said they're gonna pick us off one by one.” “Wait wait wait. What?” Dean proclaimed our thoughts.

“I thought you said there were no demons.” “Austin there's not, okay.” I told him. “I thought someone should go out and see what's going on!” Oh come on! If I did not know about the supernatural world I would be pissing my pants right now! “They're gonna kill us unless we kill them first!” Roger responded in panic. “Guys please hold on!” “No, we got people to protect. All right, the able-bodied go hunt some demons.” Austin said straight back at me. He grabbed the shotguns.

“Whoa whoa whoa. Slow your roll. This is not a demon thing.” Dean tried to stop him.  Out of t the corner of my eye, I see Roger twist a ring on his finger. Fuck it's him. “Look at their eyes! They're demons!” He pointed at us and I'm sure we looked like demons. Caddy gasps. No no! “Caddy!-” But before I could get another word out Dean pulls me out of the room and a gunshot almost hits us.

“Okay this is plan you and Ellen get Jo and I'll get Rufus.” Dean whispered to us. We nodded and went to them.Ellen sets off the bomb. Jo walks a little close to window and Ellen grabs her and pins her to the wall. Of course she tries to fight. “Now you listen up, Joanna Beth Harvelle.” Ellen pulled the full name card. “Jo its us!” “Get off of me bitches!” “Jo if we were demons we would have disaboled you by now!” I try to reason. She listens. “N/n?” “Yes!” 

Now both of them didn’t want to kill us we could talk. “We all on the same page?” Ellen asked. Rufus and Dean nod. “Good.” “Hi, Jo.” “Hey.” Ok sensing tension between these two I'll pin that for later. “Okay, we got to find War before everybody in this town kills each—” Gunshots. Everyone ducks. “Damn it! Where's Sam?” Dean yells. “Upstairs.” I let him go, I had a feeling that Caddy needed help. They have the horseman and I have the people.

Ellen and I tried to sneak out to the battlefield but it was pretty hard with bullets flying through the air. “Caddy! Caddy, you have to get out of here!” “No, you're a demon!” “Caddy if I was a demon I would want you out here!” she was going to say something else but I saw a person behind her holding a handgun.

“CADDY!” I push her out of the way and a bullet goes into my arm and I'm pushed back on the ground by the force. I don’t even have time to look at my wound before the guy gets on top of me with a knife. He’s about to stab me in the heart but I catch his wrists before he can slam down. I'm slowly losing strength and the knife is slowly going down. I’m sorry guys, Cas.

The blade is about to go in my chest when the guy stops. “What the fuck!!” He gets off. “Yeah me too dude.” I breathe deeply. “Y/n! Are you okay?” CAddy asked me. “Nothing a little dirt won’t fix.” I simled to hide my pain. “You saved me.” “It was nothing.” She pulls me into a hug. “Yes, it was.” 

It feels surreal to be at such a wonderful beautiful place when the day was so ugly and stressful. I was sitting at the picnic table with my brothers twirling the ring in my hands. “So, pit stop at Mount Doom?” Dean broke the silence. “Dean—” “Sam, let's not.” “No, listen. This is important. I know you don't trust me.” Dean looks away and I nudge him to bring him back. “Just, now I realized something. I don't trust me either.” We both look at him.

“From the minute I saw that blood, only thought in my head...and I tell myself it's for the right reasons, my intentions are good, and it, it feels true, you know? But I think, underneath...I just miss the feeling. I know how messed up that sounds, which means I know how messed up I am. The thing is, the problem's not the demon blood, not really. I mean, I, what I did, I can't blame the blood or Ruby or...anything. The problem's me. How far I'll go. There's something in me that...scares the hell out of me, Dean Y/n. In the last couple of days, I caught another glimpse…” “So what are you saying?”

“I'm in no shape to be hunting. I need to step back, 'cause I'm dangerous. Maybe it's best we just...go our separate ways.” I think he's right if he needs time. “Well, I think you're right.” Dean responded and Sam and I were both surprised. “I was expecting a fight.” “Me too.” “The truth is I spend more time worrying about you than about doing the job right. And I just, I can't afford that, you know? Not now.” I feel like Dean is still avoiding his feelings but that's up to him. “I'm sorry, Dean.” “I know you are, Sam.”

“So Y/n which one of us do you want to go with. I thought for a minute and then I came back with an answer. “I think a little separation will be good for us all to sort through our own feelings without anyone else's opinion mixing in our own.” I want Dean to really think by himself. “Where will you go?” They both ask me. “With Ellen and Jo if they are okay with that.” Sam stands up and hugs me. “But you better still call me that threat could still happen.” I tease. “You too Dean.” “Yeah, I know my little sister can kick my ass.” He said as he hugged me. 

Jo and Ellen are packing up a truck. “Hey, N/n came to say goodbye?” Ellen asked. “Um actually the opposite and I totally understand if you don't want to but I was wondering if you had space for an extra hunter for a while.” Ellen throws me a pack in response. “Well come on we just got word on a possible vamp nest in Texas.” Jo smiles and we get in the truck. I roll down the window and just hope that this time apart will bring us together. 

AN/ Hope you all enjoyed and don't worry the siblings will be back together soon enough. See you Ya'll next time Xoxo Gossip Girl:)

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My Guardian Angel is Crying: Chapter 3

Story Summary: When Rick and Michonne watched Judith walk onto the school bus, calling out a small "I love you!" before the doors closed behind her, they smiled, knowing their family had welcomed another good day. But merely hours later, they receive a call that shatters their world: while going back to the classroom after their time on the playground, someone had managed to kidnap Judith, and there was no trace of who took her and where she was now. Desperate to find their little girl, Rick and Michonne were determined to get to the bottom of this, even if that meant supporting each other and their son in the midst of their own breakdowns. They had to find her, because if they didn't, they'd crumble into pieces too small to put back together

Chapter Summary: While Rick, Michonne, and Carl struggled with beginning to move forward from the events of yesterday, Shane and Lori were watching their long-awaited plans unfold before their eyes

Warnings: Child abduction, shitty parenting, manipulation and lying

“Mommy, I’m hungry,” Judith announced as she moved her game piece three spaces forward, stacking the card she held in the discard pile. 

Less than twenty-four hours ago, Lori had successfully managed to take Judith from school, unnoticed, and meet back up with Shane, where they checked into their current hotel room that rested just outside of King County. 

Lori and Shane had been figuring out the logistics of how to make this happen without getting caught for just about a month; after Rick once again denied Lori’s requests for even just the right to have supervised visitation with the kids, the couple reached their ultimate breaking point. They felt entitled to see the two, especially Judith. Shane felt that he had a right to see his daughter, even if she didn’t know she was.

So, the two created a plan and set it in motion. Lori had tried to follow every instruction her husband had given her, making sure to carefully cover her tracks, but when she showed up to retrieve Shane afterward in her own car, he– knowing that now the police could track the license plate to her name– made her leave the car behind and take his. 

Now, as the next morning began, she had managed to settle Judith down with a game of Sorry as Beauty and The Beast served as something stimulating in the background. As she drew a card, an aggravated sigh escaped her lips. “You just ate breakfast, Judith. You can have something later, alright?”

“But I’m hungry now,” Judith whined, drawing out the last syllable of her words to add an emphasis– maybe that could convince her. When Lori showed no kind of response to her daughter, she let out a small “humph”. Her eyes gazed around the room as her mother moved her game piece across the board, seeing a bag of popcorn tucked away in a duffel bag. “Can I have a snack?” Her smirk grew, but didn’t last long once she heard her mother’s sharp tone. 

“What did I say? Cut it out, now.”

“You listen to your mother, Judith.” 

Shane’s voice called out from the bathroom, looking at Judith through the mirror as he finished getting dressed. At their dismissals, an uncomfortable silence fell over the three of them. As Judith began to take her next turn in the game, her mind couldn’t help but wander.

She hated being here. She hated being in this stuffy hotel room with these two. She wanted to be home; she wanted to be snuggled up in a blanket on the couch, resting her head on Carl’s lap, feeling Michonne’s hand twirl her curls as she sat in the middle of the father and son, singing along to Mulan playing on the television– Judith’s all-time favorite movie (she liked how “Mulan is a badass with her sword”). 

Judith wanted her family, her real family.  “I miss Carl…” She whispered, shoulders sagging as she moved forward six spaces. Judith was adamant that everyone knew her brother was her best friend, so why wasn’t he here with her? “Mommy, why couldn’t Carl come with us?”

A hint of panic flashed across Lori’s face as she hesitated to come up with a lie on the spot. After a moment, she resorted to simply shaking her head and using the vaguest excuse she was able to think of, afraid anything else would cause too many questions from the younger girl. “Because he said he didn’t want to. He wanted to stay with Michonne and your daddy,” “Then when can I go home and see Mama and Daddy and Carl?” Judith asked with wide, hopeful eyes. As the words left her mouth without a second thought, Lori couldn’t hold back an eye roll and let an aggravated groan escape before she could think to stop herself. 

Upon hearing where the conversation had shifted, Shane stepped out and leaned against the doorframe, scoffing. “Now, Judith–” he started, but Lori was taking matters into her own hands. This was her daughter– her and Shane’s daughter– and now that she had Judith back, she was not going to let her go. If she wanted Judith to stay with them, Lori figured that she needed to know the hard truth. 

“Judith, look at me.” Lori’s voice was low, barely above a mumble, but stern. Granted, it had been some time since Judith had been around her mother, but she never remembered her sounding so angry, so frightening. Fear creeping into her chest, Judith obeyed Lori’s demands and met her gaze, her hand reaching out instinctively to find comfort in her stuffed rabbit. “Mama and Daddy? They are not your real parents. Do you understand?”

As Judith listened to her mother’s admissions, she felt confused; when Rick and Michonne had gotten engaged, he explained to her as best he could that while she may call Michonne her mom, she would be her stepmother rather than her birth mother, and what the difference was. Even being still so young, Judith knew that Lori had been her first mom and that Michonne was just the mom she got to live with– and the mom she liked better. 

Judith’s eyes were mistier by the second. Her heart hurt, too overwhelmed with homesickness and frustration to fight off the impending tantrum building up. “Daddy said you’re my real mom, but he said Mama is my mom too! I wanna go home! I wanna see Mama and Daddy!”

She was screaming now, repeating those words over and over again. Tears had begun to spring from her hazel eyes, the stack of cards from the now-forgotten board game scattered across the carpet. As Judith started to break down, Lori gave up. Like all the times in the past, she simply stood up from where she had been kneeling and walked over to her and Shane’s bed, unlocking her phone to ignore what was happening. She didn’t need to deal with her daughter’s meltdowns; that wasn’t her problem. 

Knowing that he now needed to deal with this situation, Shane joined Judith on the rug where Lori had originally been sitting. He placed his hands on the sides of her face and wiped her eyes, watching her lip tremble as her wails started to quiet down.

“Let me tell you something, alright, Judith?” Shane said, narrowing his eyes down at the girl. She sniffled as her nose began to run, but it was clear that he had Judith’s full attention. He took a minute to breathe, the lack of harbored guilt making him feel justified in what he was doing. 

“Rick, your dad, has been lying to you. He is a very, very bad man. He’s been lying to you, saying that he’s your dad, but he’s not; I am, Judith. Your mommy knows I’m telling the truth. Your daddy and mama? They wanted you all to themselves, but then they realized you should live with your real mom and dad, so they asked us to take you instead,”

“Why?”

Judith questioned, her voice wavering. For a child always so outspoken and extraverted, always yelling and giggling and full of sunshine, it was like someone had turned off the light in her. She sounded so heartbroken; what did Shane mean that Rick was bad? He was lying? 

Rick had been the one to teach Judith never to lie, especially to a grown-up, but what happens if a grown-up was now lying to her? Was he going to get in trouble like she does when she lies? 

“Because they knew that you’d be better with us, Judith,” The lying was easy for Shane: he was numb to it this far in his life. It was a skill he advanced to get what he wanted, and he wasn’t afraid to use it. If lying meant he got Judith, his daughter, he’d do it for the rest of his life. Rick never deserved to be blessed with Judith. 

While the information sank into her mind slowly, piece by piece, she only cried harder. Usually, when she was upset, Judith was met with cuddles from Carl, soft lullabies from Michonne, and peppered head kisses from Rick, but instead of the actions she grew accustomed to, Judith received nothing. No comfort, no hugs, no whispered words of reassurance and love: nothing.

Shane pulled his hands off her rosy cheeks and turned to the desk at the opposite side of the room, typing something Judith couldn’t see into his computer. Wiping her stream of tears, she looked over at Lori, whose head was buried deep into Rick’s Facebook page, stalking every image and post from the last four years. Again. 

“Can… Can we call Daddy? Or Mama?”

She unglued her eyes from the screen and forced herself to look over at Judith, growing sick and tired of her whining. In the days leading up to all of this, Lori never saw her having to deal with her daughter constantly asking about Rick and Michonne and begging to call them so she could hear their voices.  

Judith had asked about five times since they arrived at the hotel last night, and each time Lori and Shane just told her that nobody cared enough to answer the phone. As much as she seemed to be believing it, they were growing weary of how much longer that excuse would work. “I’ll try, but your daddy hasn’t been answering any of the few times we’ve called, but I’ll call him again,”

Seeing Judith’s optimistic expression filled Lori with jealousy. She was her mother, and Lori was seething that Judith refused to be happy that she was with her true parents once again.

As reluctant as she was, Lori saw the look Shane was casting her way, and giving in to her daughter’s request, Lori nodded. She closed out of Facebook and when on the homescreen pressed the screen randomly a few times before placing the phone up to her ear, pretending as if she was listening to it ring. 

After about a minute, thinking she had sold the lie well enough for Judith to fall for it, she scoffed and set the phone back down on the bed. “No answer. I’m sorry, Judith,” Lori’s tone was laced with false sympathy. Judith, even at the ripe age of six years old, felt like everything she had ever known was falling around her. Her parents and brother no longer wanted her, the man she had thought to be her father had been lying this entire time, and her “real parents” seemed to be off in their own little world without her.

Sighing, feeling a hollow sense of loneliness take over, Judith cuddled her raggedy stuffed rabbit close to her heart and chose to settle her attention on the movie playing in front of her. No warm hugs, no singing along to the music, no laughter or love filling the space.

She never particularly liked Beauty and the Beast anyhow.

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

HERE, KITTY, KITTY (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Aizawa x Black!Catgirl!Reader

Synopsis: In which you find yourself in the weirdest predicament after you’re scooped up and taken to a cat cafe after you decide to take the streets to fight some crime, and you’re adopted by your very anti-social and hot coworker Aizawa aka Eraserhead.

Story Warnings: Smutty smut, 18+ (MINORS GET AWAY), Swearing, Adult!Reader, Ear and Tail Stroking, Light Degradation, Spanking, Exhibitionism, Multiple Positions, Creampie, Unprotected PIV Sex, Facial, Scent Play, Collaring, Deepthroat, Cunnlingus, Begging, Edgeplay, Power Play, Rope Play/Shibari, Master Kink, Some Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Some Action

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Had some time on my hands in between writing papers to update. I fucking hate school man OH MY GOD...i can't wait to graduate next month. Stay safe, y'all & enjoy! -Jazz

Read on AO3 here!

Other Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twenty-One. Twenty-Two. Twenty-Three. Twenty-Four. Twenty-Five.

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SEVEN.

If Eri has any aspirations of being a singer, she’d put Mariah Carey’s career in a fucking coffin with the sheer volume of her wailing. 

Aizawa groans in agony and annoyance at the high–pitched sobs and wails that Eri has been making since early this morning when she found her precious pet missing.

It only got worse when Aizawa told her the black kitten they had both grown accustomed to had run away. He didn’t dare mention the crazy feline jumped out his window and fled across campus, never to be seen again. He didn’t want to hear how loud Eri could get if she learned that. 

He did everything to try and calm her down before he was due for work in an hour, but nothing seemed to work, not even the promise of pancakes for dinner. And Eri loved pancakes for dinner! She just stood in her PJs and wailed, her cute little face as red as a tomato and contorted in sheer, internal pain and anguish. 

“I. W-Want. M-My. Kitty!” she wails, each word punctuated by a sniffle. 

Aizawa stares down at his poor daughter, wishing there was something he could do. He could possibly adopt another cat, but with how close Eri became with that crazy-ass black kitty, can he count on her doing the same with another? 

“Honey, I’m sorry,” he laments, kneeling down to wipe at her tears. “I know you miss her, but I guess she just loved the outdoors more.” 

That was the wrong thing to say because Eri only cries harder, her tiny chest heaving with the sobs that break from her throat. Aizawa swears under his breath. At this rate, she’ll never calm down before he’s due for work, which starts in an hour. He hasn’t showered, changed out of his PJs, or had his coffee. And Aizawa needs his coffee. Otherwise, his head will be fucked up all day. 

However, when he hears a blessed knock at the door, he's sure he has a guardian angel. “Stay here,” he tells Eri before getting up to hurry to his door.

He opens it, finding Mic standing there in his gym clothes and carrying a shitload of stuff for Eri in a backpack that he has reserved only for her: coloring books, juice boxes; Disney DVDs; basically, anything that can distract a child long enough to stop crying. 

Aizawa has never been happier to see his friend. He was hesitant about calling Mic over here on his day off, but Mic also specifically told him that if Aizawa is ever in trouble, Mic is always there. And now, Aizawa is drowning in trouble. 

“Thank God you’re here,” he sighs, relieved as he pulls Mic into his dorm. “Sorry to call on your day off, but I don’t know what the fuck to do. She just keeps screaming. And I have to teach class in an hour.” 

He motions towards Eri who is now sitting on the couch, sobbing away into her hands. Mic immediately puts the backpack down without another word and swoops in to rectify the situation. 

“Heeeey, little listener!” he greets the red-faced girl, plastering on a big smile. “Uncle Mic is here! Now what’s all this about you crying, huh?” He plops down next to her, placing an ankle on his lap and looping an arm behind the couch. 

Eri only stops crying momentarily to tell him what happened, but it comes out as a whine more than anything. “M-My kitty ran awaaaay!”

Aizawa resists the urge to cover his eyes at her wails. He’s never seen her like this before. He’s always felt that he did his best to ensure Eri was at her happiest, even adopting a cat for her to make sure she wasn’t that lonely while he was teaching or patrolling. There aren't too many young kids at UA (her age, anyway) and he knows it would be hard for her to interact with children because of what she’s been through with Overhaul. 

His hands clench as he remembers that time, spending sleepless nights watching over Eri in case she wet the bed again or had another night terror. He vowed then to make her the happiest, but now, seeing her with her face wet and damn near inconsolable, he feels like a failure. 

Mic tuts at his “niece’s” crying and scoots closer to her. “Awww, honey,” he coos, wrapping an arm around her head, and cradling it to his chest. “It’s okay."

“What if she gets hurt?” she sobs into Mic’s chest. “What if she never comes back? W-What if...what if…” Her words fall into broken syllables as she continues to bawl into Mic’s chest, wetting up his pink shirt. 

“You’re sure you wanna watch her on your day off?” Aizawa asks nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. Mic looks at him like he’s insane. “You kidding? I’m this girl’s uncle which means I’m her second dad. If she needs me, I’m here.” 

Aizawa has never been more grateful to have such a good friend. Quickly, he goes to Eri and kneels in front of her, slowly moving her hands from her face. “Hey, sweetie, Daddy has to go to work, okay?” he gently says. 

He’s never seen such terror in her eyes before. She frantically shakes her head, squeezing his hands in hers. “No, Daddy!” she sobs, tearing Aizawa’s heart in two. “Don’t go!”

Aizawa would gladly create a fake villain attack himself to spare himself a day with her, but he knows his responsibilities, and that includes his students. “Puddin’, I’ve got to,” he soothes her, “but listen: how does the sound of ice cream for lunch sound?” 

Eri doesn’t respond nor does she smile. Big, fat tears continue to slide down her cheeks that Aizawa wipes away. “I’ll come back and get you on my break. Be good.” 

He presses a kiss to her cheek before standing and glaring down at Mic in a warning. “If I come back here and see her like this, I’ll–” 

“You’ve got an hour to get ready,” Mic cuts in, barely even heading Aizawa’s warning. “If I were you, I’d stop talking and get ready. Chop, chop!” He claps twice before grinning reassuringly at his friend. “Relax, Shouta; she’s in good hands.” 

Without any more time to spare, Aizawa sprints into his bedroom to get ready for work, his heart splintering at the sound of his daughter’s cries. 

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Aizawa has never felt more hopeless than watching his little Eri stare down at her ice cream like she was expecting the damn thing to abandon her two hours later around lunchtime. 

Throughout the day, he’s been worrying over her, wondering if she ever stopped crying or if the cops were called because of her constant wailing. Mic never called or texted him, so he just assumed everything was fine.

However, when he went to pick her up for lunch, she wasn’t the hyper, bubbly girl he’d come to know and love. She was despondent and blue, not even touching smiling at him when he came to pick her up. 

She sits in front of him now at her favorite, quaint little ice cream shop several blocks away from the UA campus, a tight-lipped expression on her face and sadness in her amber eyes. “How’s your ice cream?” he asks, trying in vain to make today seem normal. “You barely touched it, y’know. I thought you liked cookies n’ creme.” 

Eri barely looks at him. Despite looking so cute in her pigtails and frilly dress, it means nothing without her bright smile to add to the outfit. Aizawa sighs, realizing this isn’t going to work. He pushes his cup of chocolate ice cream to the side and leans over to tilt her chin up with his thumb.

“Eri, honey, I know you’re upset about the cat running off, and I’m sorry that she did. I know you really cared about her.” 

The little girl slowly nods and Aizawa cringes. He feels like he just set his daughter up to grieve for her pet as if the animal is worm food by now. Goddammit.

“How about we see if we can find her, hm?” he blurts, going with the first idea he has to fix the situation. “Maybe scout the streets and put out posters.” 

Now, Eri perks up, the light coming back into her eyes. “Really?” she asks curiously, her eyebrows knitting together only adding to her cuteness.

Aizawa nods, just happy to see her smile again. He’d take her to the damn moon to find this cat if it meant he could see her smile. “I’m sure she didn’t go far,” he reassures her. “She’s probably closer than we think she is.” 

“Aizawa?” 

He isn’t sure why he doesn’t recognize your voice when he hears it, especially the way his last name sounds on it: like music. Maybe it’s because he hasn’t heard it in a minute since you supposedly went missing this weekend, but the way his body reacts to the sound of it hits all the same–he instantly freezes and his cock is rock hard. 

It doesn’t get any better when he turns around to see you standing there, a duffle bag hanging over your arm and an iced coffee in your hand.

His eyes greedily and shamelessly trail down your form, drinking in the way you look in your athletic gear: those tight black spandex pants that he’s eager to see from behind and one of those cropped Sherpa pullovers with the zipper pulled down enough to show him a peek of your pink sports bra and the slight curve of your breasts. 

'Oh, my God,' he thinks. Are you fucking kidding him right now? 

Your eyes widen at the sight of him and your trail shoots up straight, meaning you’re happy to see him. Happy to see him.

“I didn’t know you came here!” you giggle, motioning towards the little shop. “I always come here for the coffee.” You shake your iced coffee at him he didn’t notice until now because he was too busy thinking about spending you over. 

“I’m not used to seein’ you out and about either,” you playfully say, appearing easy-going and laidback. The last thing he wants to do is give you the wrong impression. So he closes his mouth (which was slightly parted at the sight of you) and tries to act as normal as possible.

“U-Uh, you too,” he stutters. “Um…you look…different. I-I mean out of your work clothes.” 

He makes a note to drink bleach later. 'Goddammit.'

You don’t seem to think it’s a weird response though. You just giggle that cute little laugh that makes his heart flutter. “Just got done with a yoga class. You look quite different yourself.” She nods at the attire that he changed into before lunch: a loose black tee, jeans, and some boots with his hair tied back into a loose ponytail. Underneath your gaze though, he feels naked. 

“Daddy?” Eri’s soft, little voice drifts to his ears, and he realizes that he is, in fact, sitting with his daughter while thirsting over his crush.

You gasp, covering your mouth embarrassingly. “Oh, I’m so sorry!” you quickly apologize. “I totally ruined your date!” 

Aizawa looks at Eri who curiously stares up at you. “No, it’s completely okay,” he chuckles, liking your humor. “Eri, this is my good friend, Y/N. She works with me at UA. Y/N, this is my…”

His mind pauses, wondering if he should flat-out tell you he has a kid. Niece? Little sister? Cousin?

“Daughter,” he finally decides, hating to lie to you. 

Your wide eyes tick from him to Eri, realizing setting in. “Oh!” you exclaim, looking surprised but not spooked. “Well, it’s very nice to meet you, Eri. Such a pretty girl you are.” You suddenly gasp, your eyes falling to the buttons decorating the strap of her little pink messenger bag. “And you like Sailor Moon? You have great taste!” 

Eri’s eyes brighten, all of her gloominess suddenly gone. “Who’s your favorite Scout?” you ask curiously.

Eri is more than happy to respond. “Sailor Mercury,” she giggles. “I have a Luna plushy too!” She sits up straighter, all gloominess gone the instant you begin engaging in conversation with her. 

You give her a shocked, open-mouthed look, eyes wide and so expressive that Aizawa wants to laugh. “Mine too! I don’t have a plushie, so you’re lucky. Do you have any more plushies I can be jealous of?” The white-haired little girl practically falls out of her chair to get out her little tablet and show you pictures of all of her plushies. 

As she feverishly talks about each one, you nod along and pay close attention to her, giving eye contact as needed. Aizawa watches in astonishment and utter adoration for you.

He’s never seen someone interact with a child in such a way, and Eri so excitedly to talk to an adult she barely knows. He can almost see this being a new normal, you sitting on his couch as Eri talks about her day, maybe the both of you coloring together before he comes home from patrols and you snuggle the night away. 

He scowls in confusion at the thought. ‘Where the fuck did that come from?’ he thinks.

“Woooww, Eri,” you gasp, gaining his attention. You're obviously over-exaggerating to make the little girl pleased with herself. “You must be rich havin’ all those in your room.” 

Eri giggles at this, shaking her head. “Daddy got them for me!” she proudly states, grinning up at you. “Except for the Pikachu one. My uncle Mic got it for me for Christmas.” 

“Well, that’s very nice of both of them,” you say and shoot Aizawa a wink. You suddenly begin to back away from their table, looking sheepish. “Well, I took up a lot of your time already, so I’ll just–“ 

“Don’t you want some ice cream too?” Eri asks, batting those pretty lashes at you that would make anyone give in to her. Aizawa’s eyes widen at her suggestion and he quickly reacts. “Uh, Eri,” he nervously replies, “Y/N already has plans. We don’t wanna ruin them.”

“I actually don’t have any plans,” you reply, looking flushed under the spring sun .“I took off today to run some errands and I was just gonna go home to do laundry…but that can wait if you’re okay with me joinin’ you.” Your tail swishes quizzically, curling at the tip as you anticipate Aizawa’s answer. 

He is sold the minute he gets a look at that damn tail. “Make room, Eri,” he says as he goes to fetch a chair for you. 

You thank him and sit down next to Eri, showing her your coffee. “I don’t need any ice cream, either. I’m good with just the caffeine.”

You sit with your legs crossed and your ears tiled forward and slightly angled to the side. They twitch every so often when you hear a bird or the honking of a car. Aizawa thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world. He has to ball his hands up into fists to keep from reaching out and petting them. 

Not wanting to be silent the whole time you’re here, he decides to make some kind of conversation. “Nemuri mentioned you went MIA this weekend,” he says, trying to be as easy-going as possible. “Everything okay?” 

Your eyes widen an inch and your ears begin to swivel nervously. You must not have been expecting that question. But then your ears perk back up and you give him a big, wide smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“Yeah!” you reply, a little too enthusiastically Aizawa notices. “I had gone out of town to visit my folks and it slipped my mind to call her beforehand. Guess you can imagine how that resolved itself.” 

Though you laugh it off, Aizawa can’t help but feel like you’re not quite being honest about your night. But then again, it isn’t any of your business. He isn’t your dad or your boyfriend. “So what did you do this weekend?” you ask, smiling down at Eri. 

“We got a kitty!” Eri blurts out, unable to keep the secret in. Aizawa gives her a fixed stare. “Eri!” he hisses to which Eri immediately covers her mouth, horrified. 

You look confused more than anything. “Nezu lets pets into the dorms now? He sounded pretty serious about that rule when we went over everything when I moved into the faculty dorms.” 

Aizawa huffs, pinching his sinuses. Eri’s filter erasure is usually endearing, but now, all he wants to do is slap a hand on her mouth. “He doesn’t,” he sighs. “I had adopted a cat for Eri this weekend, but the damn thing ran off as soon as I got her. Guess she just liked the outdoors more.” 

“We’re gonna make posters and search for her later,” Eri informs you to which you nod understandably.  

You glance at Aizawa, a hint of playfulness in your gaze. “Well, your secret is safe with me,” you say with a playful wink that tugs at Aizawa’s heartstrings. “And I know your kitty will come back to you. They’re never that far away.” 

Eri smiles at your advice, looking hopeful. Aizawa has never wanted to kiss someone more until you sat down and opened your mouth.

Suddenly, Eri gasps, her eyes animatedly wide. “Daddy, you didn't tell Y/N who your favorite Sailor Scout is!” she announces, very, very loudly. Aizawa has never wanted to choke a kid out more than his own daughter as you throw your head back and laugh. 

The rest of the lunch lasts for fifteen minutes until it’s time to head back to work. As you and Aizawa walk alongside each other up the trail to campus, Eri is busy picking as many flowers as she can: daises; daffodils; lilacs. Supposedly, she’s going to put them all around Aizawa’s dorm to “brighten up the room”. You thought it was adorable. 

Aizawa ticks his eyes over at you briefly, his heart thundering in his chest. 'Say something, idiot!'

“Thanks for joinin’ us today,” he says, grabbing your attention. He shoves his hands into his pockets. “Sorry Eri put you on the spot like that. She gets real excited sometimes.” 

“Don’t sweat it,” you giggle, waving a passive hand. “She’s the cutest little thing. If anything, I should be thanking you for letting me hang with you guys. It was fun.” The cherry blossoms are beginning to bloom and he notices one petal dusting your shoulder. 

“Can I walk you back to your dorm?” he asks, surprising you and himself with the sudden suggestion.

You don’t look put off by it though, but your ears still nervously twitch. “U-uh sure, if it’s not any trouble for you. I could definitely use the company.” 

Aizawa internally smiles as the two of you begin to walk along the trail leading to the faculty dorms with Eri in tow. You two begin to fall in stride, walking at the same pace. It feels easy to do, Aizawa finds, and he likes doing it. Even the silence between you isn’t tense or awkward but peaceful and content. 

“I hope I didn’t overstep earlier,” you suddenly say, placing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "I really didn’t know you had a daughter and I didn’t wanna assume anything.” 

Aizawa shakes his head. “Don’t apologize. I keep Eri a secret for a reason: she’s a very bright little girl with a very powerful quirk. A lot of people are lookin’ to have that to themselves, so Nezu, the rest of the UA staff, and I basically protect her while she’s here. She stays in the dorms so Nezu can keep an eye on her and so I can ensure that she’s safe.” 

You nod understandably at the new information. “Well, she certainly made a good choice choosing you as her guardian,” you softly pronounce. “I see the way you interact with your students. They really like you, Aizawa.” 

Aizawa flushes at the genuine nature behind your words. “They can be good kids,” he admits, thinking about his students. “When they’re not stressin’ me the fuck out.” 

“Aren’t all kids stressful in some way?” you lightly laugh. Your smile is just as dazzling and illuminating as the spring sun shining above.

“I’m sure you know all about that as a counselor,” he says, hoping you’ll take the hint and tell him all about it. He wants to know everything about you…if you’ll let him. 

You groan, rolling your eyes. “You don't even know the half of it. Sometimes, them kids come into my office and it’s like pullin’ teeth tryna talk to them.” 

Aizawa nods, knowing a few students in mind that he can put into that category. “But if I can help at least one kid with their problems as they go through the craziness of puberty and becoming a hero, who am I to complain? I love what I do for these kids.” 

The genuine and true twinkle in your eyes and the soft passion in your voice make Aizawa realize how seriously you take your job. It isn’t just a good paycheck or benefits for you–it’s much more, and it all starts with the kids.

“I can tell you do,” he softly utters, adoring you more and more with each second he spends with you out here. 

You suddenly stop and stare at him, wearing an expression Aizawa can’t quite place. However, your pupils are dilated and your tail swishes slowly between your thighs, relaxed and…happy? 

Aizawa needs to get better with reading cats if he’s going to be able to read you better. 

Suddenly, you snap back into yourself and clear your throat. “U-Um, this is me,” you stutter, nodding up at the dorm windows. “I’m pretty close to Nemuri’s dorm.” 

Disappointment blooms in Aizawa, but he shoves it away, feeling stupid. All he did was walk you back to your dorm. Of course, it was bound to end! But damn, does he want it to last a little longer, just to stand here and look at you under the sun rays and cherry blossoms.

You give him a smile that sends the butterflies into a frenzy. “Thanks for walkin’ me, Aizawa.” 

“Call me Shouta,” he replies, surprising even himself with his boldness. “And you’re welcome.”

But you don’t turn to walk away immediately. He doesn’t know why, but he takes advantage of it. “You’ve got somethin’ in your hair.” His eyes fix on the pink cherry blossom petal caught in your hair by your ear. 

You go to try and blindly find it, but he stops you by quickly swooping in and brushing one of your pointed ears to pluck the petal out. As he does, his thumb lightly brushes your ear, causing it to twitch slightly. He nearly melts at the feeling of your soft fur on his skin and he itches to touch the rest of you.

He isn’t sure what he would’ve done if Eri hadn’t suddenly yelled at the top of her lungs, consequently ruining the moment. 

“Daddy!” She yells from across campus, making you both jump back away from what could have transpired between you. “We have to go or you’ll be late for your next class! Uncle Mic is waiting for us!” 

You look at him with wide eyes and a very straight tail. 'Yep. Definitely happy.' 

“Duty calls, I guess,” you sheepishly giggle. “I’ll see you later, Shouta.”

You begin to walk to the dorms and he lets you, no matter how hard he is from you saying his first name. He watches you until you finally disappear into the building, taking the scent of your perfume with you. 

As he walks back to meet with his daughter and go to work, he’s all smiles.

[the-wize-1]

Thawing the Widow (A Natasha Romanoff Story): Chapter 1 - Ding Dong

Chapter Summary: Kimberly Kingston, a social services worker, is determined to have a meeting with Trevor Gray. Instead, she meets his sarcastic ten-year-old niece.

Chapter Warnings: Hints of child abuse.

Notes: Hey there! This is my first chapter of a new series following Natasha Romanoff accidentally becoming the guardian of a sarcastic but endearing 10 year old girl. Formatting might be off as I’m not used to Tumblr. Please let me know what you think!! Happy reading! Chapter 2 will come Thursday at 5PM PST.

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November - Trevor’s Apartment

Ding-dong. Ding-dong.

Kimberly Kingston rang the doorbell for the third time.

“Mr. Gray! I know you’re in there! Open up, please!”

She was dressed sharply, in a navy blazer and matching slacks. Her tidy appearance was a stark contrast to the rickety old apartment, which was in ruins. The walls were peeling and stained, the carpet was shaggy, and it smelled strongly of smoke. On the way up, she’d passed several drunks. Throughout these five visits, she had added several notes to her official-looking clipboard.

Kimberly rapped on the door three times impatiently, tapping her foot. She was not usually an impatient woman, but she had visited the apartment three times, each time with no success in meeting Mr. Gray. He had sounded agreeable on the phone, but proved to be frustrating and unreliable. The first time, she had waited twenty minutes before getting an answer. Mr. Gray had called and said that he’d been out of town. The second time, his excuse was that he’d forgotten he had a poker game. The third time, he had simply locked the door and refused to answer until she left.

This time, he wasn’t getting away with it.

Trevor Gray had been made the legal guardian of his niece, Catalina, six months prior.

The girl’s parents had died in a gruesome car crash when she had been only eight. She’d initially been placed in the foster system, cycling through a variety of different families before they located her distant uncle, Trevor Gray, who agreed to take her in. Mr. Gray lived in New York, a drastically different environment than California, where the girl had previously lived with her parents.

Poor girl, Kimberly had thought. She’d gone through so much.

The first few months, social services had paid them a few visits to see how she was settling in, and each visit had raised no suspicion. However, a few months later, a concerned neighbor called in, suspecting domestic violence. The kind old lady who lived a room away had told Kimberly that she frequently heard shouting coming from Mr. Gray’s residence, accompanied by sounds of violence. After a quick round of interviews, this story was confirmed by a handful of neighbors around the area.

Catalina Gray’s teachers at school had told Kimberly she was clearly an intelligent student, but didn’t try in classes. She frequently got into fights at school, which was troubling. One teacher had reported seeing bruises on the girl in class, but when questioned, the girl had refused to explain why.

“Mr. Gray!”

Kimberly raised her hand to knock again but was halted by the door aggressively swinging open.

Kimberly, who had been expecting a malicious older man, was surprised to see a young, fair-haired girl standing in the doorway, nursing a mug of coffee that dwarfed her hand. The girl had wide, innocent brown eyes and soft features, reminding Kimberly of an angel.

Then the girl scowled at her. “Jesus, lady, could you be any louder?”

The visual of an angel immediately dissipated. The girl looked like she’d just gotten out of bed— messy hair, drooping eyes, wearing only a tank top and flannel pajama bottoms. With the coffee, the annoyance in her voice, and the bedragged appearance, she looked startlingly adult and not at all like a ten year old girl. Kimberly could only blink, momentarily wordless.

She quickly gathered herself, giving her a friendly smile. “Hello! I apologize for the noise. You must be Catalina.”

“Uh-huh.” The girl leaned against the doorframe, looking decidedly unimpressed. “Who’re you?”

“My name is Kimberly Kingston. I’m a social services worker.”

“Uh-huh. And you wanna speak to Trevor?”

The girl called her uncle by his first name. As inconspicuous as she could, Kimberly made a note on her notepad. “Yes, I’d like to ask your uncle some questions. Is he home?”

“Sure is. If you wanna talk to him you’d better wait till noon. He passed out drunk about twelve hours ago, dead as a rock. I think that’s the saying, anyway.”

Kimberly frowned and made another note.

The girl took a long drag from her coffee and made a face, which Kimberly might’ve found amusing, had she not been so dumbfounded.

“I suppose I should invite you in,” Catalina said after a while. She stepped further inside, looking at her expectantly.

“Oh!” Kimberly peered inside, noticing Trevor Gray, who was indeed passed out on the couch, beer in hand. “Are you sure your uncle wouldn’t mind?”

Catalina made her way to the couch. She waved a hand in front of his face. Her expression was unreadable as she glanced up.

“Like I said, dead as a rock.”

Kimberly stepped inside the apartment, briefly wondering if she was following protocol by doing so. She took it as an opportunity to observe the apartment. It was in worse shape than the outside. There were dirty dishes piled on every surface, old clothes strewn across the floors. Kimberly took note that Mr. Gray smoked. There was a pile of cigarettes sitting in an ashtray. Empty beer bottles littered the corners and the table.

The girl was watching her like a hawk. Her eyes, so dark and strangely intelligent, were following her as Kimberly paused by certain objects and scribbled in her clipboard. She had finished her mug of coffee and had set it in the sink.

“Why are you taking so many notes?”

“I’m just jotting down some observations. It helps me remember.”

“You want some coffee?”

“No, thank you.”

“What about cereal? We have Fruity Pebbles. Well, they’re actually the cheap ripoff version. ‘Fruity Crisps’. Tastes the same, though.”

Kimberly smiled. She was reminded of her sister’s kid, who also tended to jump from question to question with no transition. “I’ve already had breakfast, thanks.”

Catalina shrugged and yanked open the fridge. Kimberly glanced at the contents inside and noted that it was nearly empty. It was mainly composed of cans of beer, takeout, and energy drinks. There was no milk.

The girl seemed to come to this conclusion as well. She glanced up, surveying the kitchen. Her gaze drew Kimberly’s to an empty gallon of milk, sitting by the TV.

“Looks like we’re out of milk, too. Bummer.” Catalina looked at Kimberly seriously. “By the way, you should never use water instead of milk in your cereal.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Kimberly watched her shake the cereal from the box into a relatively clean bowl. The girl was oddly graceful, having none of the careless clumsiness that kids around her age had. She grabbed a spoon and plopped down at the kitchen table, clearing it from scattered Bud Light cans.

Catalina sighed. “Are you just gonna stand there or what?”

“Excuse me?”

“You said you’re a social worker. Social workers ask questions. So, go on. I know you wanna.”

“Well, all right.” Kimberly suppressed a smile. She took a seat across from her. “Catalina—”

“I go by Cat. Catalina’s stupid.”

“Okay, Cat. How do you like living here?”

The girl shoved cereal in her mouth like she hadn’t eaten in years. “S’alright,” she said around a mouthful of Fruity Pebbles. “School sucks.”

“How so?”

“All the kids hate me ‘cause I’m a Know-It-All, which is fine because most of them are dimwitted little jerks that I don’t wanna be friends with anyway. All the teachers hate me because of that one time I punched that little guy Moose. Ironic name, huh? Yeah, so I was like— pow! Right in the nose! He cried like a baby, of course, but no one ever blames the little guy, even when they’re the ones starting it. Oh yeah, so the principal hates me because I keep doing stuff like that, and then he has to fill out more paperwork. The only person who doesn’t hate me is the janitor...”

She suddenly looked down to where Kimberly was scribbling furiously. She caught a glimpse of the words on the page.

“You spelled ‘troublesome’ wrong. Thanks, by the way. I love being analyzed by random people I’ve just met.”

Kimberly quickly pulled the clipboard up from the table, away from view. “Oh, I wasn’t talking about you, sweetheart. I was just describing the situation you’re in as ‘troublesome.’”

Cat didn’t look convinced. “Uh-huh.”

“I can see you’re a very intelligent girl, Cat. Sometimes intelligent children need an outlet for their creativity.”

“That’s a nice way of saying ‘You’re a freak.’" Cat paused. “Sorry. Was that mean? Sometimes I say mean things. I have ADHD. Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. Sometimes I start talking and I just can’t stop. That’s why you’ve gotta stop me sometimes, when I’m talking. ‘Cause I just go on and on and on. See, I’m doing it again.”

Kimberly nodded. This conversation was getting off-topic. She searched for a way to get back to talking about Trevor Gray. “Does your uncle give you medication for your ADHD?”

“No.” Cat’s eyebrow wrinkled. “It’s not like it’s a disease, right? Do I need pills or something?”

“No, you certainly don’t. Does your uncle ever drink?”

Cat laughed like this was the most hilarious thing in the world.

“Okay, obviously he drinks. What does he usually drink?”

“Mostly beer. Bud Light, Budweiser, Natural Light. He keeps the hard stuff in there.” Cat nodded to the cupboard above the stove. “Rum, tequila, the goods.”

Her questions were becoming a lot less subtle. Cat seemed almost pleased to unveil the truth about Trevor Gray’s horrid parenting, so Kimberly pressed on. “How often does he get drunk?”

“He’s only sober fifty percent of the time. I’d hate to see his liver.”

“Have you ever been scared of him when he’s drunk?”

Cat froze. Her hands, which had been fiddling with her spoon, went still. She glared at Kimberly like she’d just been insulted. “I’m not scared of anything.”

“Okay.”

“You don’t believe me?”

“I believe you,” Kimberly said steadily. She was looking at Cat’s eyes, which had turned from playful to defensive.

“Okay, good.”

“Has your uncle ever harmed you intentionally?”

Cat chewed her cereal slowly. Kimberly watched her closely, aware that she’d hit a nerve. “No,” she said calmly.

“Really?”

“Really,” Cat snapped, voice hard. “Back off, okay?” Her voice softened, and her eyes grew regretful. “Sorry. I was being mean again.”

“It’s okay. Really.”

Kimberly was suddenly struck by how much Cat looked like her sister’s kid. Justin had the same guilty look on his face after he knew he’d done something wrong. It shouldn’t have been surprising because the two were about the same age. But Cat’s way of talking and acting had been much closer to an adult’s than a kid’s. For a few minutes, Kimberly had forgotten she was talking to a girl who was decades younger than she was.

She could tell Cat’s walls were up from the last two questions. She was scraping the bottom of the cereal bowl, not making eye contact. Kimberly took this as a cue to stop. She grabbed her clipboard.

“Okay, I think we’re done here.”

She started to stand up, but Cat stopped her.

“Wait.”

She was staring at Kimberly, eyes thoughtful.

“We haven’t had a visit from social services in months. What brings you here now?”

Kimberly wrestled with the idea of telling her the truth. She sat down again, holding eye contact. “Cat, we know that your uncle has been abusing you. Now, I realize it’s a strong word—”

“Am I going to go to one of those— what do you call them— foster families?” Cat interrupted.

“I’m going to be honest with you here. It’s a very likely possibility.”

There was a shift in her expression. “No,” Cat said firmly. “I don’t want to live with strangers.”

“It won’t be as bad as it sounds. We’ll give you to a nice, loving family who we’ll have checked thoroughly to make sure they are trustworthy—”

“Yeah, you guys did such a great job with Trevor, didn’t you?”

“I don’t know what to tell you. I’m sorry, sweetie. There’s really no other option. From what I’ve discovered, this is not a safe environment for you to be in. Frankly, your uncle is far from the ideal guardian.”

“I don’t care. I’m not being shipped off again.”

“Cat, just—”

Kimberly’s phone buzzed in her pocket. “Ugh!” She checked it. EMERGENCY , the text read in all-caps. PICK UP YOUR PHONE.

“Hold on,” she said. “I’ll be right back. Stay right here, okay? I just need to step outside...”

She spent a brief five minutes on the phone with admin, said something about needing to get back to a case she was on, and came back into the apartment.

There was no sign of a fair-haired girl. Kimberly searched the apartment and called her name, certain that the girl must be hiding somewhere or doing something equally childish.

And then she noticed that the girl’s closet had been ransacked, and so had the kitchen. The box of Fruity Pebbles was nowhere in sight. A window was cracked open, a light breeze flowing through.

Kimberly pinched her nose, fighting the urge to scream. It was obvious what had happened.

Ten feet away, she heard the sounds of someone throwing up. Trevor Gray started when he saw her. He swore at her, demanding who she was and how she got into his apartment. Stumbling a little, he looked around wildly like he expected an entire fleet of police to show up.

“Wha’ th’ hell’s goin’ on?”

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Chapter 39: Morning Song (NORMAL P.O.V.& SMUT)

I followed Albert up to the observation room. It was a strange request. Even when we were working for Umbrella we always escorted guests out. This must have been something serious. I walked into the room the door shutting behind me.

"Over here dearheart." Albert beckoned me over to the computers on the desk of the observation room.

"Why are we not with our guests my love?" I asked sitting on the chair covered in soft white suede.

"There is something I needed to show you in private. It was when you transformed into your archangel form." He said as I plugged in my watch to the computer.

"OK show me.  I'm all ears. "  I activated my watch the Pheonix Corps. emblem appearing on the screen.

"White Queen, please show our lady the combat data collected today November twenty-sixth two thousand and six," Albert spoke the ai appearing from my watch.

" Yes lord Wesker, playing combat data. " White Queen said as a video file played.

Albert paused it once I was transformed into my Archangel form facing the camera.  I noticed something new about the form.  Black markings surrounded my breasts and other womanly parts.

"This is strange. It looks like armor almost." I said touching the screen.

"I pulled the notes from Cordell's files on you from the angel's fall drive. There was one set of notes on the matter. Apparently, he and Sergei had a plan to make you the ultimate motherly type. Protected from all sorts of things meaning harm to your woman's assets." Albert said pulling out a laptop from who knows where.

"From Cordell and Vladimir." I bit my lip holding back a growl.

"Unfortunately so dearheart. They seemed to be so spiteful that the chip Gale had extracted was hardwired to prevent ovulation. So the makings didn't show up because you were unable to conceive." Albert sounded pissed off so I grabbed his hand and looked at him.

"He was more than likely trying to prevent us from trying to rebuild our family." I clicked my tongue rubbing the new scar over the upper part of my spinal column.

"It says angelis was created to have the infected become ultimate guardians and servants." Albert said his hand now atop the one on my back, "It seems in trying to control you, they prevented you from evolving to your full potential."

I clawed at the chair. What else could those bastards have done to me? If Gale hadn't removed the chip Albert and I wouldn't have been able to conceive.

I snarled rage filling my body, "White Queen"

The hologram appeared from my watch.

"Yes, my lady." She asked floating above my watch.

"Pull up Sergei's file on agent seven forty-eight using my credentials," I ordered.

"I've pulled up the files before my lotus I didn't find anything," Albert said looking at me curiously.

"That's why I'm accessing them with my Umbrella credentials, Sergei always hoped I'd come to his side and that he'd left the files unredacted for me." I cringed feeling sick to my stomach.

There were multiple pictures of my naked body chained to a cement floor a certain fluid on my face. There were also several photos of me blindfolded and restrained to a medical bed my crotch stuffed with three massive dildos. Blood was streaming down my eyes in the photos. However, the last one had my blood boiling. It was a screen capture of CCTV footage. It was of Alistar dying in my arms.

A deep guttural growl escaped my throat. I was near tears with each memory I saw. The haze in my mind grew at an exponential rate. The things he did to me creeping into my mind.

"That was when she died, wasn't it?" Albert asked stroking my back as I bit my lip closing down the computer, "There there my lotus. I am here and soon we will have a little one of our own running around. "

I chuckle darkly, my eyes flaring a dark icy royal blue I feel my morality slipping but I laugh, "I'll make everyone who hurt us burn in hell!"

Albert grabbed my chin and kissed me deeply and passionately, "That's my lotus! The world will bow to us."

"Let us go to our lab my treasure. There is something I want to test. White Queen, power down. it's time." The AI nodded deactivating as I stood up facing wesker, "I think it's time me and Uroboros got acquainted."

"Are you sure dearheart? It is still extremely toxic and unreliable." Wesker said in a concerned tone.

"I'm sure, one of the researchers kept calling me unworthy of receiving such genetic aptitude. That the Angelis virus was just a waste to be used on a lower life form such as me. When Sergei brought up the prototype virus to be tested on me that researcher slapped him" I said remembering my eyes darkening.

I heard Albert mutter under his breath but didn't put two thoughts to it. At this moment I was driven to prove to everyone I was worth being alive.

"The fact that Sergei had a vial of the prototype virus must have meant he was working with Alex," Albert said there was a bitter sound in his voice but there was also a gentle smile on his lips.

"Most likely but even if that is the case, I want to carry your creation in my veins. Our viruses swirl together to show nothing can stop me from being your goddess." I said caressing his cheek.

He looked down at me and his smile faded, "I will do it on one condition seeing as how I already possess Uroboros.".

"What is it my treasured god?" I asked staring into his shaded eyes.

"You inject me with the Angelis virus... we could be the same then love, feeling each other's pain. I'll know what you went through somewhat when you were with Sergei." Albert said holding my cheek his thumb caressed my lips, and the faint scent of leather washed across my nose.

I felt panic. The angelis virus never had successfully taken a male host. What ifs started to flit about in my mind. What if Angelis didn't accept him? Would I lose him again?

"But what if you're not accepted? What if it harms or even worse kills you?" I asked terrified at the thought of losing him before I could save him from Spencer.

"Please a mere virus will not kill me. I am a God! Nothing will stop me from curing this world of humanity and nothing will stop me from being with you my goddess." He said with a kiss on my lips that was gushing with passion.

"Alright Albert, I trust you," I said pulling back from the kiss rose tinting my cheeks.

"Then let us head to our lab, my dear." He said heading towards the door.

I followed like a puppy. My heart still racing Albert's promises do little to ease my anxiety. When we arrived at our lab I dropped to my knees, my ears ringing louder than Big Ben. I felt Albert grab my shaking hands. He rubbed them gently and then harshly slapped his on top of mine.

I stood up, the ringing suddenly stopping. I stared at Wesker whose concerned look told me everything. He was worried too but he remained strong.

"Dearheart look at me," he said placing his hand under my chin and pushing up my face.

I did as he commanded. He pulled off his sunglasses and stared into my blue eyes with his red ones. Slowly he embraced me pulling on his jacket. That way he made sure I couldn't move from his arms.

"I will not ever leave your side again. Nothing can separate us from one another anymore. I just got you back. I refuse to be taken away from you again." He said my head on his heart.

It fluttered. His body was showing me how sincere he was. Soon I felt my anxieties melt away into his arms.

"Do you promise me that? Nothing will separate this relationship again?" I asked.

"I promise Tabitha. We are here. The sooner we get this done the sooner we can have some alone time," Albert said kissing my cheek while opening our lab slash office.

Excella was in there preparing his dose of the prototype stabilizer. When she saw us she shrieked, "AH Albert, I didn't see the both of you. I was just preparing tonight's dose."

"Excella out! Me and Tabitha have a very important experiment to conduct!" Albert growled.

"Of course please do find me if either of you need anything." She said scrambling out of the office like there was a fire.

After Albert retrieved a vial from his centrifuge in the lab he pulled a black vial from the storage fridge.

"Uroboros..." I said walking up to him and touching the vial.

He sat down on the medical bed in the back of the room. I followed noticing the grimace on his face.

"Now that we are alone. Come here dearheart." Wesk said pulling me into his lap.

"Wesk I have a condition to your condition. I want to be dosed at the same time as you." I said confidently.

His grimace shifted to a small smile, "You wish my precious lotus."

He prepared two syringes one with the black vial and the other was a clearish white vial. That's why he had Gale draw more blood, that was the concentrated

form of the angelis virus.

He handed me the syringe with the angelis virus and held the syringe with Uroboros in his hand.

"This will hurt my dear I am so sorry," Albert whispered in my ear.

"I'm sorry too Wesk. But we will see each other side my precious treasure."  I said placing the syringe on his neck.

"I love you, Tabitha," Wesker said sticking the needle in my neck.

"And I love you, Albert." I slammed the needle in. I encountered a decent amount of resistance from his skin.

We kissed as we pushed down the plungers.

Nothing... a sweet abyss washed over me. Dark as night. I felt hollow. Like nothing mattered. The tidal wave of numbness took my consciousness out.

(Wesker P.O.V.)

I watched as my dear lotus fell to the floor. Her body shaking and seizing. Shortly after I dropped to a knee in agony. The raging chill froze my body. My muscles felt like they were being shredded and sown back together almost instantly. It was excruciating. My body shook from the pain. But the worries about myself and my blood ran cold when I saw her.

Her seizure had stopped but there was a slight amount of foam around her mouth. It quickly dawned on me she wasn't breathing. NO! I WOULD NOT ALLOW THIS! I knew I shouldn't have allowed this.

I dragged my sorry hide over to her tearing my jacket off of her body. I picked her up nearly dropping her on the floor from the heat pouring from her body. I held her close quickly performing mouth-to-mouth and started chest compressions. I wasn't about to lose her to my creation.  I wasn't about to kill her again.

"Please my lotus, you can do this don't let this beat you. Please Tabitha you are stronger than this." I whispered in her ear pulling her into my lap.  I barely felt a pulse.  Her body only gets hotter and hotter.

It dawned on me pretty quickly. Uroboros and the Angelis virus were battling for dominance in her body. Sorrow filled my heart, I was scared of losing her when I had just promised that wouldn't happen. Then it dawned on me. The vial of blood I had Gale draw when she was with Arias.  I needed to rebalance the virus levels in her body. I was about to get up until I heard something. It was a soft moan.

I looked down and my heart swelled in relief. She was slowly and gently breathing. My precious lotus,  my darling dearheart, Tabitha, you scared me so badly. I hugged her tight, pulling her up I leaned down and whispered something I'd never thought I could confess.

"That's right Tabitha, come back to me. Fight through this fire my gorgeous lotus. I couldn't last again without you.  Rise from your ashes my Pheonix. Rise so once again I can hear your sweet loving morning song. Please rise for me so I won't have to wander this dark path alone once again. " I murmured in her ear.

"Mmmm... Albe? A...Albert?" She gasped moaning out deliciously.

"Tabitha," I called out as black snake-like tendrils grew from her wrists lifting her into the air. The tentacles wrapped around a sturdy pipe in the ceiling. She was dangling by her wrists, her toes barely touching the floor.

Uroboros was presenting her to me. She was stunning. Almost all of her scars had vanished. Her brown hair was now feathery with black and white patches. As she opened her eyes they shone like freshly polished sapphires the outline of her irises and pupils was now platinum colored rather than sliver. She was even more beautiful than she was before.

A moan pulled me from my trance, "WESK! AHHHH!"

She was fully awake now and the tendrils set her down in my arms before shattering into fresh silica. It was as if it wanted me to examine what it did to her. Even more interesting was when I wanted her in my arms it set her there.

"My my, it seems our viruses have mutated together my goddess." I smile standing up.

I watched as her hair returned to brown and the tendrils receded into her body.

"Albert please, it's so hot. Albert mmm I need..." She panted grasping at my button-up shirt.

"What is it that you need my love?" I asked noticing I had my tendrils wrapping around her legs and up her pants. I needed this. I needed her to know how much I loved her. She was about to feel it too.

"Please my love use Uroboros on me to tame my raging internal flame. Please my master use our gifts to allow me to please you. Not to mention you're near my cunt." She moans out.

(NORMAL P.O.V. smut)

I was panting. My body was a flame and Albert's touch was like a soothing menthol gel.

"It seems our mutations have deemed us to be soul mates dearheart. I'm going to enjoy this treat dearheart. Let me show you how much I love you." Albert smirked wickedly as I felt his Uroboros rub against my commando pussy lips as they slowly pushed into my innermost place.

I roared out a moan. The radiating heat from my body pooled to my crotch. The mutation was as thick as my beloved Wesker's cock. The tentacle was like ice. So cold but so refreshing.

Albert placed a kiss on my lips as I clench my pussy around the tendril, "mmmm fuck, why does this feel so good?"

I felt my eyes roll back as Albert ordered the tendril to thrust in and out of me.

He let out a dark laugh Uroboros spreading my pussy like butter, "We were truly made for each other dearheart. It seems my creation and touch are the cure for your aching."

He sent the tendrils deeper kissing my cervix even pushing past. I screamed in pleasure I was being used like a toy and I enjoyed it. I gave into the infectious mood and lay on Albert's office desk.

He laid on top of me quickly stripping us both of our clothes. I panted rolling him onto his back as his Uroboros went back into his skin.

"it seems my needy slut has gained a small second wind." Albert chuckled pulling on my nipples and biting my neck

"Maybe I figured out who the real needy one is Wesk after all it was your tendrils that were in my pussy." I say pressing my body against him.

He smirked and he lifted me off of him by the throat. God did the pain feel amazing. I gasped for air as he sent two tentacles deep into my folds. I released and came on his Uroboros.

"Mmm Albert ahhhh" I moan out cum dripping down my legs, "Albert please it burns. Please cool me down.  Fuck me please"

"Such adorable little noises coming from your whore mouth." Albert smiled slamming me into his desk. The impact caused the the ebony desk to fall apart Albert landed on top of me in a passionate kiss.

With a simple command, his tendrils wrapped around my breast and detached from his arm. The tentacles as they slip into my pussy.

My bound body shuddered. Albert's hard cock twitched at the sight of me writhing beneath our creation. I saw him beam with pride. My body surrendered as I came once again without Albert touching me. My body burned for him.

"Such a lovely sight you make my filthy lotus. Pleasure yourself for me. Entertain me well enough and I'll give you the relief you seek.

"Yes, master." I pant reaching down and massaging my clit.

He chuckled as I felt something press against my behind.

"I know how much you loved being filled in your slutty ass. I am going to fill you to the brim with our creation." Albert snapped as I felt the faceless serpent press deep into my other hole. They squirmed in unison rubbing against each other. The pressure was immense as the tendrils pressed against my cervix and G-spot. I felt myself let go as Albert withdrew the serpents.

"Look at you, feeding our creation with your juices. Such a filthy lotus cumming with my permission. You drive me feral dearheart with your perfect motherly breasts and your tight whorish snatch that clings to my cock." He smirked lining himself up with my entrance.

I moan at the way he grabbed my legs and forced them back. His touch was ice cold against my skin. The temperature difference from his touch before was shocking. It was the opposite of what happened to me. The angelis virus made him slightly paler and chilled his skin. What didn't change were his eyes they remained their brilliant red.

Albert smirked at the distracted look on my face then leaned down to my ear, "Pay attention, Tabitha, I want you to see how much I fucking love you! Call out your master's name when he makes you cum."

"Yes, my god." I moaned as he slammed deep into me. Deeper than the Uroboros could. He delved into my pussys most sacred place. He delved into my womb. Gods did it hurt but it felt so heavenly. He pulled out and slammed right back in grazing my G-spot as he slid in. His cock was larger than he was the last time we had done things. I felt some of the walls in my pussy tear slightly from Wesker's thrusts. My body hastily repaired the damage, making my pussy tighter around his fucking huge throbbing member.

I couldn't hold on anymore. The coil that was building in my stomach snapped. I screamed out as I squirted on Albert's cock.

"ALBERT FUCK YES YES MMMM OHH FUCK!" I moaned out, my tongue dipped below my lip.

"Look at you panting like a slut in heat. Our body's intertwined tangled in passion. Look even your Uroboros wishes to be with mine." Albert smirked my legs resting on his shoulders and my back on the smashed expensive wood covering the floor.

I smirked as new tendrils exited my wrists as did his. They bound our hands together as Albert trusted faster into me. The tentacles hardened into obsidian holding us in place as hours passed by.

Me and Albert spent those hours back and forth in our fight for dominance. There were moments when I had managed to flip us over and was impaling myself on Albert's cock. Squeezing him in a vice-like grip with my sweet and tender pussy. He moaned out and bucked up into me. He took my breast into his mouth and latched on suckling my nipple like it was the only sense of nourishment there was. We were in tears by the time we ended.

We went for roughly ten rounds. Each one lasted longer than the previous. We had nearly limitless stamina yet had spent it all pleasuring each other. That was the longest session we ever had. Being entangled with Albert was like a drug you would automatically be addicted to. It was an intense passionate dance one could never tire of.

I cried out as we came one last time the binds holding us long ago shattered into dust. Albert kissed my temple, sweat dripping down us both. The flame that was in my body quietly subsided for a moment. As we lay out on Albert's broken desk we failed to notice the door open.

"OH, WHAT THE FUCK! I NEED SOME FUCKING BRAIN BLEACH!" Gale shouted out covering Jill's eyes, "REALLY YOU TWO! WE WERE FUCKING WONDERING WHERE YOUR ASSES WERE AND HERE YOU FUCKING ARE DOING THE DANCE WITH NO PANTS! AGAIN!!!"

Gale stormed off pushing Jill along with him. They both had blushes on their faces. They were probably looking for a room where they could do things too. oh well, I'll apologize later as of this moment in time I burst out laughing pulling myself off Albert's cock.

A little bit of our mixed juices dripped down my leg as I helped Albert up off the floor. He grabbed our clothes from the ground and helped me redress. My tired muscles scream out for a hot soak. I smiled as I helped Albert put on his pants and coat.

"Look at you my phoenix all swollen with my semen. I am positive this little experience will gift us with our greatest treasure." He said pointing at the full-length mirror in the corner of the room.

I giggle slightly noticing my lower abdomen is slightly distended. I just stared at myself. A small swollen poof filled to the brim with Albert's seed. I felt overwhelming happiness as Albert picked me up and kissed my lips.

"Soon my phoenix you will have a little one to sing your sweet morning song to," Albert said as he walked out the door holding me.

Hey everyone slifarianhawk here and Merry early Xmas I will try to have another chapter posted by Christmas for you all to enjoy when you need a break from ya'lls family. Well, I hope You have an amazing day and please leave a comment it keeps me going. Please continue to enjoy Resident Evil Archangel.

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Nothing Comes From Nothing by Vinkunwildflowerqueen

"Perhaps I had a wicked childhood, perhaps I had a miserable youth. But somewhere in my life or childhood, I must have done something good."

It’s the eve of her wedding- actually it’s eight hours, fifty-three minutes and some twenty-odd seconds before her wedding- and instead of sleeping, Elphaba is wandering the streets, unable to shake the feeling that this is all some kind of trick. After everything- her life, her actions, her crimes, her sins- why does she deserve a happy ever after?

It’s not the first time she’s had these thoughts. But it is the first time she gets an answer.

Post-canon Fiyeraba. It's a Wonderful Life type story. Updated every second day.

Tags: Post-Canon; Inspired by It's a Wonderful Life (1946); Canon - Musical; Alternate Timelines; Alternate Reality; Temporary Character Death; Addiction; Implied/Referenced Homophobia; brief dystopia; Happy Ending; Weddings; Alternate Universe - It's a Wonderful Life Fusion; Guardian Angels; Cross-Posted on FanFiction.Net

Chapter 1 of 8 is now up on Ao3 and FFnet

[rjmartin11]

Finding Love in the Deadliest Ways

Part Twenty-Four: Reunited

Pairing: Elvis & black!female!reader

Summary: Jordee finds the love of a stranger named Elvis she met at the local park. After a week of dating, Jordee learns that Elvis is more than meets the eye. She discovers hidden secrets and finds out more than she bargained for. Will love survive?

Word Count:???

Warnings: The End

Author's Notes: Well, this is the official final chapter of this series. I doubt I'll do an epilogue. I really did love playing with AI and writing this epic story, and in the end, that's all that matters.

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Three months later...

Jordee is back in Florida, where she's remained since the New Orleans fiasco. She sits on the beach and lets the sun hit her honey coated skin. Her dark curls glisten in the sun, and the sound of the ocean is so converting to her. She's home where she belongs.

She found a nice small home in the country not too far from the beach. She got another job to pay the bills, but work isn't half as bad as it once seemed. Life is precious. She brushes up on her reading of the occult on vampires so she knows what to expect of herself.

She has a baby on the way, and her family is over the moon. She doesn't worry about the baby. Jordee didn't want to end up like her mama. She didn't believe she was as brave as her mother, but she is strong. She knows she will do this without... him.

This baby deserves an amazing life, and she intends on giving it to him or her. Jordee hates the thought of leaving Elvis out of it. She thinks of him often. There's an emotional connection she's missing since she left Elvis. Like an old, reliable car that's always been there. Or even a guardian angel who's looked after her. Now he's gone.

Jordee wondered about this connection between her and Elvis. It just didn't make sense. In her occult books on vampires, she found a section about vampires and romance. Even the internet speaks on vampires being sexual beings if they're not bloodthirsty or loners.

The section speaks deeper in lovers. Soulmates and such a particular definition known as the Chosen. Jordee studies this section very thoroughly.

The Chosen is the one soulmate or significant other. This happens in vampires, werewolves, witches, and even humans. Love is a strong bond in itself, but once a vampire with their mate, it's forever. The Chosen is picked by the lonely soul seeking an everlasting companionship. The lonely soul can be a part of a coven, clan, or family but still long for a deeper connection.

Once the lonely soul finds its mate, it's difficult to detach away from them. To be away from them is agony. Moreover, if a vampire were to choose a human mate, the vampire would do everything in its power to keep them safe. The vampire will sire or change their mate so their souls will never walk alone again.

Jordee thought back to all those times she pushed Elvis away from her. The pain on his face. How he begged and pleaded for her forgiveness and understanding. Elvis had walked alone for a long time. He loved other women but never bonded with them the way he bonded with her. That's why she was so special. She just didn't want to hurt anymore.

The appointment...

The doctor quietly examines the sonogram screen. Jordee knows this baby is unlike any baby, being that it's a vampire child.

"Doctor Fletcher, how is my baby?"

"They are fine." The doctor smiled.

Shock covers your face.

"They?" Jordee repeats.

"Yes, Jordee. You're having twins."

Tears stream down Jordee's cheeks as she places one hand on her belly, the other on your mouth. Two babies.

"Their daddy will be proud," the doctor said.

Elvis... she wonders if she should tell him. If he knew they were his children... would that be a good thing? Wouldn't he want to know them? I would..."

In Tennessee...

Elvis sits alone in his house in Memphis. The house feels empty now that Jordee is gone, but the memories of her are still very much alive.

He stares out the window, and he sighs deeply. He thinks about Jordee, about how he messed up and how he never had a chance to make things right with her.

"I wish I'd met you before Bianca. I wish I wasn't so afraid of commitment, and I wish I'd told you the truth," he whispers.

Elvis is a shell of a man without Jordee in his arms. He sighs deeply as his thoughts turn to his past. He thinks about the night he met Bianca. He thinks of the night he made the wish.

"Why did I wish for a woman like her? Why was I so attracted to her? Am I some kind of glutton for punishment?" He thinks.

He shakes his head, closing the curtains away from the outside world. He sits down, and he stares at the floor, wondering where he went wrong.

Elvis takes out the ring that he Jordee. He recalls the surprise on her face when she saw the sparkling sapphire. He looks at it for a moment, putting it down.

He sits there, staring at the ring for several minutes before picking it up again and putting it on his pinky finger.

"I hope you're happy, Jor. I hope you're happy and you're not thinking about me." He sighs deeply, shaking his head.

He walks over to his piano. He sits down in front of the keys and starts to play a soft, simple melody. It sounds like a sad song, but Elvis says nothing as he plays. His eyes fill with tears as he thinks about Jordee. The last three months without her have been torture.

"What would Jor want me to do? Would she want me to stay away? What would make her happy?"

Elvis sits at his piano with tearful eyes. He cries every day without Jordee. She was his joy, strength, and happiness. Jordee was his sanity and his peace. Without her near, he can't even sleep the way he once did. He's absolutely miserable.

After a while, he turns to look outside. What he sees makes his heart stop. He has a vision of Jordee in the front yard. She wears a white gown that falls off her shoulders, and she has small blue and white flowers in her hair. Her stomach is swollen, yet it does replace the smile on her beautiful face. She slowly spins around, showing off her body.

She rubs her tummy and looks at Elvis. Elvis stands from his piano, slowly walking to the window for a better view. Is he dreaming? He's afraid to blink for fear he won't see Jordee again. Jordee runs behind the tree, and Elvis shouts for her to come back.

In the next scene, Jordee runs back from the opposite side of the tree. There are two small children running with her. They have beautiful smiles on their faces. They play with Jordee as only they can. Jordee sits down with them in the grass, placing kisses on both of their angelic faces.

Jordee looks over at the window again, smiling. She's telling him something important, and though he can't hear her, the words are read as clear as a bell.

"Babies, say hey to Daddy. Wave at Daddy."

Elvis blinks the tears away from his eyes. The vision is over, but the message was clear. Jordee is pregnant with twins. His twins. Elvis struggles with the decision, and his thoughts turn to Jordee and the children.

"Is this my second chance?" He thinks to himself.

He sighs deeply, and he closes his eyes. A smile comes across his face.

Elvis walks back to the piano where his phone sits on top. With a deep breath, he picks up the phone, and he dials her number. He respected her request for distance even when it killed him. He sighed deeply, waiting for Jordee to answer the phone.

"Hello?" Jordee asks.

Elvis feels like his heart flutter. The heavens have opened up to him as the voice of an angel answers his call.

"Jor... it's me... it's Elvis."

Jordee pauses. She changed her number, but yet he still found her.

"Elvis? How did you find me?"

Elvis breathes a sigh of relief.

"Jor, I... I need to talk to you. Where are you?" Elvis speaks softly.

"I... I can't."

Elvis' face falls as he sighs deeply.

"Jor, I... I just wanted to tell you. I just wanted to tell you I know about our children."

He lets out a nervous laugh.

"Our children, Jor. We're having a baby. We're actually having two babies."

Elvis smiles widely and he says the next words with a nervous laugh.

"You're having twins, Jor."

Jordee is filled with fear.

"How do you know that? Are you following me again?"

"No, baby. I swear. I've given you your space. I... I-I had a vision of you in white. You were so beautiful and glowing like a goddess. You had two babies with you. You told them to wave to me. Wave to Daddy. I knew then."

Jordee remains silent. This bond that they share is stronger than anything she knows.

"Jor, are you still there? Jordee, I just wanna know... should I leave you alone... or do you want me to fight for you and our babies? I'd do anything for you and for them, too. I love you, and I love them."

Elvis sounds like he's on the verge of tears.

"Please... I don't wanna lose you..."

"I have to go..."

"No, Jor. Please... please don't freak out on me. I swear, I'm not doing anything wrong. I just wanted to talk to you. About... about everything."

He sighs deeply and speaks softly.

"Jor, I'm still in love with you. I know I messed up. I know I hurt you, and I know I... I don't deserve another chance. But I just can't give you up without a fight. I'm running after the way I should have three months ago."

"You didn't, though. You started this. You called me a liar. You said I went through your phone, and I still don't know where you got that ridiculous idea."

Elvis takes a deep breath, and he sighs.

"I... I don't know, Jor. I made it up? I'm sorry. I just... I don't know. I don't remember what I was doing that night. I don't know. I was a jerk."

He sighs deeply.

"But, Jor, please... don't let that be the reason we don't talk! I didn't mean it. I'm sorry. I just... I just want you back. I want you in my life. I need you, baby."

"Elvis? We do need to see one another. Where are you?"

Jordee hesitates, but she knows what she needs to do. Even if it means seeing him. Yet Elvis' heart skips a beat at the opportunity. He speaks softly, and he's still a bit hesitant.

"I'm in Memphis right now, Jor. I'm... I'm at Graceland. Is it alright if I visit you in Florida?" Elvis asks.

"I guess. I'm in Fernandina Beach."

"Jor, you sound confused. Is everything alright?"

Elvis pauses, speaking softly.

"Look, if you don't really want to see me... if you don't want me to come... then I won't. I'll understand if... I just... I don't wanna let you go. I don't wanna lose you."

"I'm not confused. We need to see each other. Face to face. We have things to discuss."

Elvis smiles widely.

"I agree, Jor! I... I've missed you. I've missed you a lot. And... I wanna talk to you."

He pauses then speaks softly.

"Jor, I made a lot of mistakes. But... I swear, you are the love of my life, and I'm gonna fight for you. I won't let you get away."

Jordee lets Elvis' words sink in. They need to speak, but she never said she'd let him back into her heart.

"I'll see you when you get here, E. Bye."

Jordee hangs up the phone and takes a deep breath. She never realized she was holding her breath. Her skins felt flushed, and her heart palpated. She didn't know she could still feel this way again.

Elvis smiles widely as he hangs up the phone.

"I'm gonna see her! Jor's gonna give me a second chance! Thank you, God!"

Elvis sighs deeply.

"This is it. My second chance is here. I just can't screw this up... I can't go back to being the way I was."

Two days later...

It takes Elvis a while to get to Florida, but after several hours of traveling, he finally gets to Fernandina Beach. Jordee texted him her address, and he heads to her immediately. He drives slowly through the city before finally pulling up outside a small house.

Elvis steps out of the car, pacing himself before knocking on the door. He waits nervously as his eyes fill with tears when he hears footsteps approaching. He wipes a tear from his eye as he stands still, waiting for Jordee.

Jordee takes a deep breath as goosebumps raise on her skin.

"Who is it?" She asks.

Elvis breathes a sigh of relief when he hears her voice. How his heart swoons.

"Jor... it's me. It's Elvis."

Jordee opens the door slowly to gaze upon the handsome figure of Elvis. She looks into those beautiful oceanic hues. A smile spreads across his face.

"Hi, Elvis," Jordee says quietly.

Elvis' breath catches in his throat when he sees Jordee standing in the doorway. She is completely radiant in her pregnancy glow. He smiles back at her, staring at her in awe for a moment.

"Jor... you're even more beautiful than I remember you."

Elvis reaches down to grab a small bouquet of flowers from behind his back, and he hands it to her.

"For you..."

He smiles and seems completely smitten with her.

"They're beautiful."

"Jor, these flowers are nothing compared to you," he says softly.

"I'm sorry it took me so long to come and see you. I should have done this a long time ago. I don't wanna waste another minute of my life without you. You... you're my other half. I'm not whole unless you're with me."

He looks down at the flowers in his hands. Then he looks up at Jordee.

"These are a symbol of my love for you. Will you accept them?"

"Yes, I will."

Jordee takes the bouquet of flowers from him. She moves aside, allowing him access to come in.

"Please, come in."

"Thank you."

Elvis steps inside, closing the door behind him.

"Jor, I... you have no idea how much I missed you. I've prayed so many times for you to give me this chance."

He takes a deep breath.

"I... I can't even express how sorry I am. For all the pain I caused you. For all the times I lied to you. All I can say is that... I want to be with you. I want to be the man you deserve."

"Elvis, stop. Please sit down. I'm... going to place these in water."

Jordee walks to the kitchen. She grabs a vase and puts the flowers there and runs the water.

"Can I get you anything? Are you thirsty?" Jordee shouts from the kitchen.

Elvis sits down on the couch, watching Jordee put the flowers in the vase. He speaks softly, seeming nervous.

"No, I'm alright. Thank you though."

He pauses for a moment, and then he speaks again.

"Jor... can I tell you something?"

Jordee looks out the window. Silently rolls her eyes. Here comes the series of questions.

"Yes?"

"Do you still love me? Just a little bit?" He ponders.

Jordee remains silent. She turns off the water on the flowers and places the vase on the table. She sits in the adjacent chair from Elvis and looks at him.

"Elvis, I never stopped loving you. I was tired of being hurt and lied to."

Elvis smiles softly as he hears her words. They soften his heart.

"Jor, listen... I know I hurt you. I know I messed up... I know I lied to you and I know I asked you to give me chance after chance. And you always gave me those chances, no matter what I did. You deserve the world, Jor."

He sighs, shaking his head.

"I don't know what I was thinking all that time... I was scared... I was afraid. But I never should have taken you for granted. I never deserved you."

"I'm happy you know that. Now, I have to break your heart again."

Elvis' heart stops, and he stares at Jordee in confusion. He begins to speak softly, looking at the flowers sitting on the table.

"Jor, what do you mean? I just... I'm so glad to be with you again... I... I don't want to lose you again. Please, Jor... don't do this. Don't break my heart again..."

He pauses for a moment.

"You and I... we belong together. I know it's true. Please, Jor... please don't leave me."

"Elvis, stop. You're working yourself up. Don't do that. Being pregnant makes me sensitive."

Jordee sits back and rubs her belly.

"I told you we needed to speak. I didn't say that I'd give you my heart again. I can't. I need to talk to you about our babies."

"Our babies? I thought you wanted to talk about us."

"No, I asked you to come today to talk about the twins."

Elvis looks at the flowers on the table then speaks softly.

"Tell me what you need to tell me, Jor. Do you want me to be a part of their lives? If you want me to walk away, I... I'll do it. I can't bare the thought of being separated from you, but I know how much I upset you. More than I ever meant to. And if that means I can't be as big of a part of your life... then I understand. I just... I need you to be happy."

"Elvis," Jordee starts. "You know I grew up without a father. I don't want you to be absent. I want you to be present. I want... your pictures on the wall. I want you to be able to kiss them and play with them. I need you to say you love them. All the things I didn't have. I know, despite everything, you're a great man. You're going to be an amazing father."

Elvis smiles widely as he hears her words. He stands up, moves to her side, and kneels down in front of her.

"Jor... that's all I want. I want to be there for you and for the babies. I... I'm gonna love them more than anything. Just like I love you. We can make this work. I swear to you. Just tell me what you need and I'll do it. Just give me a chance to be in your life. Please..."

"We need to be close. Do you want me to move to Memphis, or are you willing to move here?"

"I'll move to Fernandina Beach if you want. Just tell me where you want me to go. Just tell me what you need. I can't give you up. Not again. Please... give me another chance."

He looks at her with sad eyes. Jordee can see the tears form there, and it softens her heart.

"Elvis, please don't cry."

Jordee grabs the back of Elvis' head and lightly scratches his scalp. Jordee doesn't know what comes over her, but she kisses Elvis gently on the lips.

Elvis closes his eyes, and he leans into the kiss for a moment until Jordee pulls back, covering her mouth. She's shocked at her own action. He seems confused as he blinks and he looks at Jordee.

"Jor... why did you do that?" He smiles softly.

"I didn't mean to. I'm sorry."

"No... please. You don't have to apologize."

He smiles, placing his hands gently on either side of her face. He lifts her head so they're looking at each other.

"It's alright. If... if I'm being honest, it's more than alright. I missed you so much, Jor. I missed you more than you know."

"Elvis, I think... oh!" Jordee stops as she feels a jolt from within her tummy.

It's as if the babies knew that their daddy was home to be with them. Knowing that Jordee was preparing to send Elvis away, they didn't want him to go.

Elvis pulls back a bit to see your face. He speaks softly, continuing to hold her head.

"Jor, what is it? What are you trying to say? Please, Jor. Whatever it is, just tell me."

"The twins."

"Your babies? Did you get an ultrasound? Is everything alright with the twins?"

Jordee grabs his hand and places it on her belly. Elvis feels the babies moving, and he knows this is his purpose.

Elvis' heart stops, and he speaks softly.

"I can... feel it! They're moving! They're moving around. Oh Jor, this is amazing! This is... this is everything I've ever dreamed of. We're going to be a family."

"Where are you staying?" Jordee asks.

Elvis thinks for a moment.

"I... I was planning to stay in a motel down by the beach, but... but do you think I can stay here tonight? With you? If you think it's a good idea."

Jordee is fighting with her mind and heart right now. She wants to be near him, but she's afraid of being hurt again.

"You... can stay."

Elvis smiles and speaks softly.

"Thank you, Jor. And... you know you can trust me, right? You can trust me not to hurt you. You can trust me to be the man you deserve."

"I hope so."

"Jor, I'm not gonna hurt you again, I promise. I'm not perfect, Jor. I know that. No one is. But... but I... I can do better. I'm going to be there for you always. I... I'm never gonna leave you."

Jordee gently moves his hands from her face. "Slow, Elvis."

"You're right. Slow. I... I just wanna love you and hug you. I wish you could feel this," Elvis says, taking her hand to place it over his heart.

The skin to skin contact makes Jordee quiver. For a moment, she feels his faint heartbeat. The more she listens, the more louder it seems. It's as if it only beats for her. This soulmate thing was more intense than Jordee originally believed.

"My heart has always been yours, Jor. But... I'll be patient. I've waited this long."

"Are you hungry?" Jordee asks, removing her hand from his chest.

"No, but I have to ask you..." Elvis takes a deep breath, speaking softly.

"Do you have... a boyfriend? Or anything? Not... not that I have the right to know. But, uh... I thought, now that we're talking again, that... that I could ask..."

"Do I have a boyfriend?"

Jordee thinks about the question. She wonders if she should lie.

"Would that bother you?"

Elvis smiles and looks into Jordee's soft, brown eyes.

"No, not really... I'm not sure what I'm hoping for. I just... I don't want you with someone else. But I... I don't want to be a controlling jerk either. What are you thinking?" Elvis wonders out loud.

"I think... I'm hungry. I'm going to go cook something."

Jordee struggles to get out of the chair, but makes it up and heads to the kitchen silently.

"Jor, wait," Elvis says, standing from his position. "Can... can I help you? I can help you make dinner. I don't mind."

He smiles softly and walks over to Jordee.

"I just... I wanna be as close to you as I can right now, Jor. I missed you so bad. I missed spending time with you. I just... I just don't want to be away from you right now."

"Elvis..." Jordee starts to say, but Elvis can't help himself.

He embraces Jordee in the most passionate kiss he has ever given her. Jordee isn't strong enough to fight him off. She gives in. She hasn't said it out loud, but she missed him too. Elvis can sense it, but he can't read her mind since Jordee's blocked him out. She just doesn't want to be hurt anymore.

Elvis picks Jordee up and places her on the table, lifting up her dress. He touches her. Jordee moans. She's so sensitive. Jordee feels Elvis' passion grows for her with every kiss.

"Jor, I'm... sorry," Elvis says, pulling away from Jordee. "I know. Slow. We'll take this slow like we said. We can just go back to talking."

"If..." Jordee tries catching her breath. "If you think so."

Elvis gives Jordee a gentle kiss that she receives willingly. Elvis lightly leans his head on Jordee's forehead.

"How are you and the babies? Are you in any pain?" He asks.

"I'm fine, Elvis. They move a lot." Jordee smiles. "I'm hungry for human food."

"Right, yeah."

Elvis laughs and pulls Jordee off the table. He speaks softly.

"I'll go cook something for us. What do you want to eat? I mean, I can cook anything you want. That... that's what a good husband does, right?"

"Husband?"

Elvis nods his as a genuine smile graces his face.

"Jor, my love. We're a family. You, me, and the babies. I'm doing this with you. I want to take care of you and them. I want you to be with me. Be my wife. Jordee, we're meant to be together forever."

Elvis keeps smiling as he strokes Jordee's cheek. He leans in close to Jordee, speaking softly.

"Do you believe that? Do you believe that we're supposed to be together? Like... like it's gonna be us forever?"

A single tear falls down her cheek.

"Elvis? If I give you my heart again..."

Elvis' eyes light up.

"Oh... look, Jor... you don't have to worry about this. Give me your heart. Give me everything. I'm never gonna let you down again, Jor. I'm... I'm gonna love you and protect you like no one ever has."

"Please, don't make me a fool."

"I promise I won't. You are the best thing to ever happen to me and... and now that I have you back, I'm not going to do anything to lose you. I'm gonna be the best husband, the best father..."

He stops talking and looks at Jordee, but he doesn't speak. He's staring at her with soft eyes, waiting for her to say the words, waiting for her to give him her heart. Tears spring from Jordee's eyes.

"Jor, your tears... they're beautiful. Like sunlight hitting raindrops. You're so amazing... I'm so lucky to know you. To love you. Be with me."

He places his hand under her chin and lifts her head so they're looking at each other.

"Jor, can I have your heart? Can you forgive me for all the horrible things I did to you? Can you give me your heart?"

"I... I will," Jordee whispers.

The tears trickle down Jordee's cheeks.

Elvis smiles, and the tears on Jordee's face seem to make his smile grow even bigger. He nods his head and wipes her tears away with his thumb.

"Thank you, Jor. Thank you so much."

Elvis kisses Jordee once more. His heart is full once again. He leans in close to Jordee and whispers.

"I promise my love for you will never change. Ever. You still hungry?"

"Yes," Jordee laughs. Her heart is also full.

Elvis takes out things to make them sandwiches. He fixes her two double-decker turkey sandwiches with the works. He places the plate in front of her, kissing her head as he sits down with his plate.

Jordee and Elvis spend the next ten minutes having dinner and falling in love again.

He compliments her on how beautiful he knows she is. Jordee shys away from the compliment, feeling fat with her baby weight. Elvis ensures her that she's the most beautiful in the world.

He confesses how miserable he was without her. It was as if he was missing a part of his soul. His heart acked for the other half.

He admits he missed her so much that he tried finding comfort in the arms of another woman. Jordee shrugs it off. Believing that everything done while they were apart must stay in the past. It was time to move forward.

Elvis smiles and takes her engagement ring off his pinky, placing it on her ring finger. He kisses her knuckles, and she blushes.

Jordee nods her head. She's filled with understanding and hope for the future. Jordee kisses Elvis one more time.

"Elvis, what was it like?"

"What, Jor?"

"The first time you kissed me? After all those years of wondering. Lusting. Wanting me. When we first kissed, what was it like for you?"

Elvis laughs and shakes his head slowly.

"Oh, Jor. I think it was... it was everything I ever wanted. It made all those years of longing worth it. Just to be able to finally hold you in my arms and to be able to finally feel your lips against mine. It was everything I ever wanted and so much more."

"I didn't disappoint you?"

"Jor, you never could disappoint me. You didn't disappoint me at all. Oh, Jor. I just... I can't tell you how good it feels to have you back in my arms. And... and this, us... this is just the beginning of something great."

Jordee rests her head on Elvis' shoulder. Elvis feels content with Jordee in his arms. Everything is right in the world again.

"Elvis, before the babies are born. I want to be married. Officially."

Elvis stares in disbelief at Jordee for a moment.

"Married? Oh my God. Oh my God. I... I don't want to waste a second. Let's do, love. Right now! Whatever it takes, we'll do it."

"We can find a justice of the peace downtown."

Elvis gets up, grabs Jordee's hand, pulling her across the kitchen.

"Okay! I'm ready! I've waited all this time to have you as my wife. I can't wait another second."

Elvis smiles at Jordee and pulls her out of the kitchen towards the door.

"Elvis, wait. You want to do this now?"

"Absolutely. I've never been more ready for anything. Jor, believe me. C'mon. I'm taking you downtown to the justice of the peace. We're getting married tonight, Jor."

Elvis smiles at Jordee and opens the door, leading her out into the hallway. With a smile on her lips, a gleam in her eyes, and a song in her heart. Jordee follows Elvis to his car.

Elvis opens the passenger door for Jordee and she gets in. Once she's secured, Elvis gets to his side of the car, driving to Downtown Fernandina Beach courthouse.

Ten minutes later, they arrive at the courthouse downtown. Jordee's nerves have settled in.

Smiling, Elvis turns off the car, opens the door, and gets out. He goes around to Jordee's side, opening the door.

"Okay. You ready? Do you want my arm to hold on to?"

"Yes, please."

He smiles, taking her hand. Elvis turns around to walk beside Jordee, leading them towards the doors of the courthouse.

Jordee and Elvis head up the courthouse steps carefully. They head to the clerks office, and Elvis explains that he and Jordee would like to get hitched.

As the clerk prepares the justice of the peace, Elvis and Jordee fill out the paperwork. Jordee's hand shakes slightly as she signs her name. Elvis gently slides his hand over hers, bringing her instant relief. He kisses the side of her forehead.

In the next ten minutes, the clerk comes back to escort Jordee and Elvis to the justice of the peace.

There's a private room prepared for them to get married. Elvis hands over the paperwork, and the justice of the peace takes out a special paper. Their marriage license. They sign the dotted line, and the J.O.P. starts their mini ceremony.

"Are you both ready?" The justice of the peace asked.

They both say yes as they approach the mini alter.

The justice of the peace grabs his his book and puts on his glasses.

"Mr. Presley, please take take your brides hands."

Jordee places her hands out for Elvis to take. Elvis smiles and takes her hands. The J.O.P. starts the mini ceremony.

"We are here this evening to bond these two souls in matrimony. As you both have decided to enter into this commitment, you decide to take care of one another. Elvis, do you take Jordee as your lawfully wedded wife to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, as long as you both shall live?"

Elvis smiles at Jordee and he nods his head.

"Oh, my God. This is the easy part. Of course I do. I'd go further. I'd go beyond what those words mean. I'd do anything for this woman. I'd be her prisoner if it meant she'd stay with me. If it meant that we could be together, then yes. I do."

Jordee starts crying more tears of joy and smiles.

"Jordee, do you take Elvis as your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, in sickness and in health, for richer and poorer, as long as you both shall live?" The J.O.P. asked.

"With all my heart. I do," Jordee replies.

The justice of the peace finishes to ceremony.

"As you both have taken these vows and have decided to dedicate your lives together. I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride."

Elvis smiles and kisses Jordee gently on the lips. It's a soft, sweet, tender kiss. He speaks softly as he takes her into his arms. He looks into her pretty brown eyes.

"You are the love of my life, Jor. You... you are the only woman I'll ever love. From this day forward, we're not just lovers... we're husband and wife."

"I love you, husband. You are the love of my life. I can't wait for these babies to get to meet you."

Jordee kisses Elvis once more. They head out and go back to the beach. The very same beach Elvis first saw her on her sixteenth birthday. The day his life changed forever.

"This beach is so special, Jor. My wife."

"Dear husband. Thank you."

"For what?" Elvis ponders.

"For this crazy adventure. For finding me. Loving me. Being mine. Being yours allowed me to find love in the deadliest ways," Jordee admits.

"That it did. My darling, I'll always protect you no matter what. Forever."

"Forever."

They kiss on the beach in the light of the moon. Their first official night as husband and wife.

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[datauthorress]

temptation of us all [chapter 1]

pairing: alucard / original female character / alexander anderson

summary: a new agent of hellsing is introduced, a young woman with innate psychic abilities and a once in a lifetime immunity to vampirism. she is to be trained under alucard, who also has to keep her away from iscariot, who know of her vampirism immunity. and then there’s the judas priest who has orders to bring her in, by force if necessary.

rating: e

warnings: none

“alucard, seras, thank you for joining me tonight.”

         “what’s the occasion, sir integra?” seras asked, a confused expression on her features.

         “we have a new agent of hellsing that is due to arrive tomorrow evening.” integra replied and swung around the monitor of her computer, revealing the waist up photo of a young woman in her late twenties.

         her age was said to be 29, but she couldn’t have looked any older than 25. she was of average height, with dark brown hair cut into a pixie style with longer bangs going across the right side of her face, with hazel-colored eyes and a thin ring of blue around the pupil. she wore a three-piece necklace around her neck, the hint of black and red tattoos on her collarbone that peaked underneath the button-up shirt she wore. she had multiple piercings, including an industrial on her left and a chain on her right.

         “her name is shelby elizabeth o’viere,” integra began. “we became aware of her after video evidence came into our possession.”

         integra clicked a button on her keyboard and a video popped up of a surveillance camera pointing at an empty street. the young woman was seen walking down the side of the street when a man came from out of nowhere, grabbing her from behind. the footage developed a slight amount of static, before it cleared and a shimmering shape came from out of the young woman, as if some sort of entity had been hiding in her body. the shape formed long arms with sharp tips and grabbed onto the man, throwing him across the street like he weighed nothing. he was grabbed again and slammed into the wall, where clawed fingertips pierced through the man’s chest, right into his heart. the man exploded in a scene of gore and blood, revealing him as a vampire.

         the shimmering shape shifted back to the young woman, seemingly speaking to her for a moment before disappearing into her form. she, finally noticing the surveillance camera at the corner, rushed out of scene as fast as her bum leg would let her.

         “interesting,” alucard chuckled.

         “what was that?” seras asked.

         “the girl has a guardian demon, instead of a guardian angel,” integra replied. “according to her, she gained her guardian demon after a car accident nearly killed her at 16. that accident resulted in the damage of her right leg, but with her psychic abilities, she can manipulate her brain to ignore the pain sensors, especially in times of stressful situations.”

         “so what’s so special about her?” seras asked, arching an eyebrow.

         “she is also immune to vampirism, bites and all.”

         alucard’s eyes widened slightly in surprise and then he laughed. “and that’s from the guardian demon, i assume.”

         “correct.” integra replied. “alucard, shelby is going to under your jurisdiction, at least until she’s experienced enough to be on her own. she is also the only human you can feed from, given her immunity. and you’ll be happy to know that her blood is pure virgin.”

         the vampire laughed. “you spoil me, master!”

         “seras, you can drink from her as well if you wish.” integra said, looking to seras. “if you don’t want to, you don’t have to.”

         “she’s agreed to all of this?” seras asked, curious.

         “she has, and she’s completely aware of the situation regarding her immunity.” integra replied. “but, we also have to keep on her because iscariot is aware of her immunity. we have evidence that they want her and have already given orders to anderson to retrieve her, by force if necessary.”

         “that judas priest won’t come within a foot of her. i’ll make sure of it, master.” alucard vowed.

         “good,” integra said, sitting back in her seat and lighting up a cigar. “she arrives tomorrow evening. be ready.”

         “i can’t wait,” alucard grinned.

         ~ ~

         “welcome to the hellsing estate, miss o’viere.”

         shelby glanced up at the massive manor before her, finding it hard to believe that this was going to be her new home. walter had picked her up from the airport, along with what she was able to pack to carry onto the plane. the rest of her things had already arrived this morning and it was about six pm now.

         “this place is bigger than i imagined,” she said, glancing over to walter.

         “yes it is, hard to clean sometimes too.” walter said with a chuckle.

         the large front doors opened and shelby saw two women standing there, whom she recognized one of them as integra and the other, she remembered as seras victoria.

         “welcome to hellsing, miss o’viere.” integra greeted. “i hope your plane ride was pleasant.”

         “quite pleasant, especially when its on a private plane, so that was nice.” shelby said with a smile and turned her attention to seras. “hello seras, it’s nice to meet you.”

         “nice to meet you too,” seras smiled.

         shelby paused as she felt a chill go up her spine and the soft whisper of her guardian in her ear. she glanced to the side of her, her eyes locking on a large black mass with tons of red eyes skittering across the ground.

         “so this is our new agent,” a man’s voice boomed, a gloved hand coming out of the mass before a tall man formed out of it, clad in a black suit and a deep red trench coat, with a wide-brimmed red hat and orange tinted glasses.

         “ah, you must be alucard.” shelby said, turning her full attention to the vampire. “integra has told me a lot about you.”

         alucard chuckled, a grin showing off the sharp fangs that resided in his mouth. “you don’t look like much, girl.”

         “i take offense to that,” she said, eyes narrowing.

         “well, why don’t you show me exactly what you can do, girl?” he taunted, reaching into the inside of his coat to pull out a very large, very intimidating gun that definitely looked handmade.

         shelby’s eyes narrowed and she stood her ground, leaning her weight on her cane. as the vampire pulled the trigger, a loud gunshot range through the courtyard and the bullet raced towards her. shelby didn’t move, keeping her ground. before the bullet could reach her, a shimmering shape stretched out from her shoulders and what looked like a hand with sharp nails came straight down the middle of her, slicing the bullet in half. it zoomed past her on either side of her head and exploded in the ground behind her.

         “attack,” shelby grinned.

         the shimmering shape of her guardian lunged for alucard, stretching out from her body. before alucard could shoot again, the shape wrapped around his arm tightly and yanked him off the ground, throwing him around in the air as if he was a ragdoll. a few times of throwing him around, the shape took hold of alucard’s ankle and rose him high into the air, before slamming him down into the ground, creating dust and a decent sized crater in the ground.

         the shape pulled back to shelby, shimmering behind her still and watching. alucard was quiet for a moment, before he let out a chuckle and then a bellowing laugh.

         “fascinating!” he commented, sitting up. “i haven’t seen anything like that before!”

         “so i take it that you found it fun?” shelby asked, arching a brow.

         “oh, absolutely! you’re going to be fun, girl!”

         integra shook her head in disbelief, pulling out a small box from her coat pocket. “alucard, show shelby where she’ll be staying.”

         “yes, my master.” he said, getting up and putting his gun away.

         shelby followed alucard into the manor, walking behind him and observing the decorations on the walls, taking mental notes and maps in her mind as she would need to know where to go in the manor. up the stairs and down the long hallway, where he took her to a room at the end of the hallway. he opened the door and let her walk inside.

         “whoa,” she said in awe.

         her bedroom was huge. all of her things had already been placed in her room, her bookshelves, her desk and even her reptiles. she had been worried about them during the move, but upon closer inspection, they all looked good, and their lighting looked correct. shelby even saw the decent sized fridge in the corner, knowing that integra had given her this accommodation due to having reptiles. while she worked for hellsing now, she still had her writing and photography to do, though she went strictly online now.

         shelby noticed the large walk-in closet and the bathroom that was attached to her bedroom. the windows behind her bed let in the beautiful moonlight. “this is amazing,”

         “this is all yours for as long as you’re here,” alucard said. “my master has made a few accommodations for you, so make sure you appreciate it.”

         “i’ll tell her tomorrow,” shelby said.

         “now,” the vampire cooed, taking a few steps closer to her. “my master informed me that you’re the only human i can feed on.”

         “i would assume she did,” shelby said, turning to him. “are you in need of blood tonight?”

         “not quite, but i am curious to know how you taste.” he grinned.

         “fine but be careful. my first taste of a vampire bite was rough, and the marks took weeks to heal,” she said, setting her cane against the bed and shrugging off her coat.

         “trust me, you’ll feel nothing but pleasure.” he purred.

         shelby was cautious as alucard got closer to her and an arm came up around her back, wrapping around the middle of her back and pulling her closer against him. he leaned down, folding the neck of her shirt off to the side slightly. he could practically see the veins in her neck pulsing with warm blood and he felt his mouth water. he hadn’t had fresh blood from a human in years.

         “don’t make too much of a mess,” she warned him, tilting her head back slightly to give him enough room.

         he chuckled, his lips parting as his fangs grew longer and sharper. the rest of his teeth remained normal besides his fangs. shelby took a deep breath as she felt his fangs against her flesh and within seconds, she felt his sharp canines pierce through the flesh of her neck. it burned. the initial bite burned for a brief moment before she felt a pleasant numbness surround the area, as if alucard was manipulating her sensors. but he was right. it didn’t hurt. in fact, it felt oddly nice.

         the vampire’s other hand came up to cup the back of her head, holding her in place. shelby’s hands came up to hold onto his arm and the other grabbing hold of his coat. as he drew her blood into his mouth, he marveled at the taste of it, pure virgin blood. it was sweet, so sweet and warm as it slid down his throat. he inhaled sharply and what sounded like a groan of satisfaction left him.

         shelby shivered when she felt his tongue lap at the blood that escaped her. he seemed to be thoroughly enjoying her blood, and she considered that a good thing. after about a minute, alucard’s mouth parted from her skin, but his tongue continued to lick up the leftover blood.

         “well?” she asked, lifting her head.

         “better than anything i’ve ever had,” he replied with a satisfied smirk.

         “good.” she replied, grabbing a few tissues off her desk to press against the puncture marks.

         “i’ll let you off on your own, start unpacking.” he said, turning around to leave. “and welcome to hellsing, shelby o’viere.”

         and he was gone, as if he disappeared into thin air.

         shelby sighed, heading into the bathroom to clean up her neck and take a hot shower.

         this was going to be interesting.

[lunarsands]

ALSMP Fanfic: Hellbent Ch 3

Characters: Scott Major, MythicalSausage

Tags: Canon divergent, We’re way off the canon origin list now, featuring derivatives such as werewolf!Scott, guardian!Sausage, enderian!Scott, vampire!Sausage, wither!Scott, merling!Sausage, floran!Scott and including the return of blazeborn!Myth and gravital!Smajor

WARNINGS: Blood, Violence, Injury, Body Horror, Character Death, So Much Death that I’ll be here for days listing warnings for them all. We got water, we got fire, we got neuro-toxins, we got stabbing. Nothing is portrayed in graphic detail, but consider yourself warned! No Fluff Only Murder

 Summary: The cycle that started with a hungry vampire and an imprisoned angel comes full circle.

Scott and Sausage – now going by Smajor and Myth – have broken the cosmic respawn system with their continuous murder of each other, and more than ten lives later they are still at it. Even an encounter with peaceful versions of themselves in a limbo dimension doesn't deter them for long, but Myth at long last gains the upper hand. He has a choice: end the feud, or… Well, that’s it, that’s his only choice. But he’ll do it one way or another…

 Sequel to Bloodfall, Witherrise, Fatemirrored, and Heavensent, with references to (and later picking up after) the crossover Mirror Mirror Break Our Fall.

(Also available on Ao3!)

[ Chapter One ] [ Chapter Two ]

[Special Note: Happy Anniversary to the fic that started at all! If anyone had told me a year ago that deciding to dip back into writing with a dark one shot would lead to me writing twenty more fics, I wouldn’t have believed them. I also didn’t expect it to help me meet a new friend who would become my partner in creative crimes, who contributed to the proliferation of fics and even more project ideas! I put a shout out to them often, but I am ever so grateful to @cynthrey  for making that first tumblr comment which ended up spawning a whole other AU and several collaborations!]

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Chapter Three

[A/N: Friendly reminder to read Mirror Mirror Break Our Fall for some things in this chapter to make more sense – such as why there is now mention of a Sausage and a Scott who aren’t these two.]

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Hours – or days – later, Myth emerged from the portal with an unconscious Smajor slung over his shoulder. He was mindful of the mad gravital waking up, although he couldn’t help wondering if the trick his peaceful-minded counterpart had done with combined gravity and lightning manipulation might have fixed whatever circuit was broken in Smajor’s head. It had stabilized his soul, whatever that even meant.

Myth then thought about what his own soul had looked like when Sausage used his wither ability to temporarily reveal it. Myth was surprised it had even been in one piece, and as he made his way down from the palace roof, he thought about how the blue color in the center matched with Sausage’s.

He hadn’t let on that, in that shared moment, he had glimpsed Sausage’s soul, glowing brightly at the center of the amalgamation of gravital, thunderborn, wither, and angel powers. He had felt Sausage’s wellspring of courage and protective nature, and his love for his far kinder version of Smajor. In turn, his own tide of pain and trauma had swept into Sausage, revealing the lengths Myth had gone to in retaliation. He wasn’t surprised all of that had terrified Sausage. He had no idea what happened to him after he broke the connection by yanking his own hand away. His concern had then been with picking up Smajor to return to their world.

Myth supposed he wished them well in whatever their world turned out to be. He still wouldn’t hold delusions that Smajor might no longer be a raging psychopath when he woke up.

After he reached one of the better-lit areas, he headed for the nearest batch of hanging soul lanterns. Aside from the huffing that he could do little about, he took care to be silent, although not so much with concern for handling Smajor gently. He set him down so he could hover upward and melt the top of the chain off the piece connecting to the brick, then he unhooked the lantern and placed both on the ground. He did this to three others, then used his heated touch again to melt the ends of the chains together, creating a length long enough to wrap around Smajor a few times, pinning his arms to his sides.

He tried to work quietly but the chain inevitably clinked against itself, setting off a sculk sensor. He melted the last two ends together and considered the job done. He just wanted to get out of there by that point. He threw Smajor over his shoulder again, causing another clank and a sensor alert. He waited for the light to return then drifted along to where he had entered the city. He would move faster once he was out of range and quiet wouldn’t be as necessary.

He didn’t account for passing a hidden batch of sensors with a shrieker in the middle of them, nor that he might let out a particularly loud huff that they could pick up on. But the wave of darkness swept through, followed by the ground right in front of him crumbling as a Warden emerged. Myth hastily dodged around it, then threw down a quick volley of fireballs, with both the bright light and the heat making the creature shy away and yet roar in anger.

The noise shocked Smajor awake, but he quickly realized his situation and remained still, letting Myth carry him out of the city and up toward the surface, calculating his options the entire way. He was aware that something about himself felt different, but he couldn’t pinpoint it. He was still a gravital, and that was the important part.

Natural daylight soon took over from Myth lighting the way with his own glow, the sun shining through lines of stalagmites that cluttered the inside of the cave opening. Smajor shifted a little, pretending to have just regained consciousness. “Ohhh… my head hurts… Where are we? This isn’t the limbo maze…”

“We’re home. They let us live. Surprisingly, given everything you did. Not that I was any better.”

“Can you put me down, please? I think I’ve gotten, er, toasted from being against your shoulder like this.”

“’Please,’ he says! I don’t care what my double did to your soul, I’m not trusting you for a second.”

“That’s fine. You don’t have to. But if you want to kill me, just get it over with instead of burning me a little at a time.”

“Hmph.” Myth halted and looked for a spot without any puddles in the dripstone pockets, fully suspecting Smajor would kick the water at him if he got the chance. He dropped him next to a tall column. “You’re not that easy to carry around, anyway. And you don’t look very toasted to me. You would have known it and woken up sooner if I had been purposely burning you. So, what do I do with you now? Are you still feeling like you need to go on a murderous rampage? If so, I can easily melt that dripstone and make you part of it.”

“Doesn’t saying that only encourage me to say no? Why would I admit to still wanting to kill you if—” Smajor abruptly threw his entire body to the side, the fingers of both hands curled.

Crack went a stalactite. Crack went the back of Myth’s skull. He dropped facedown onto the cave floor. Smajor twisted back around and nudged at him with one foot. The blazeborn didn’t move. Smajor breathed a sigh of relief. “I didn’t know if that would work. I need to remember gesturing can actually be kept to a minimum. Now to figure out how to get out of these…”

He wriggled his arms, trying to see if he could get the chains loose. He paused, then focused on lightening the gravity of just the chains. He was pleased to find he could lift them, so in theory he could raise them right up off himself. He just needed to extricate his wrists from one of the loops to actually get them off. He wasn’t terribly concerned about Myth reviving any time soon. That was a lot of brain matter to reconstruct. He went about wriggling and tugging until he slipped his hands free of the most restraining loop out of the lot.

That even lent to loosening the chains some more, except he had to wait for the shooting pain running along his fingers and wrists caused by turning them at odd angles to subside. Eh, well, he had time. He could probably even start picking his way around the stalagmites to get out of there. And yet it was so tempting to wait for Myth to revive so he could gloat about how any efforts by the soft-hearted Sausage had been pointless, and how pathetic it was that their other versions tried to inspire some kind of hope in Myth.

A sudden burst of silvery light drew his attention back to where he had left the blazeborn. The light was surrounding Myth’s body. “Alright, that’s new,” Smajor muttered. Transformations were always on the shimmery side, not blindingly bright. He squinted as the light expanded into shapes extending from Myth’s back. What in the world was he turning into?

The light faded away to reveal six silvery-white wings. As Myth drew a breath, the wings heaved and spread out, the larger middle pair having an intimidating span. The upper pair directly behind his shoulders was much smaller and the lower pair at his waist were probably a third the size of the middle ones, but the effect was enough to keep Smajor frozen in place. His knees felt weak as Myth pushed himself up. He appeared to have grown taller. The pristine wings were in drastic contrast to his torn and burnt clothes, but he raised his head high. A glowing white halo interspersed with a half dozen spikes blazed into existence behind his head.

“Th-That’s not fair,” Smajor stammered. He dropped into an unsteady crouch, then gave up and fell into a sideways sitting position.

Myth fluttered the smaller wings to test how it felt to move them, then swept the middle pair out several times, stirring up dirt and bits of rock debris which pelted Smajor. He folded all of them in against his back then rolled his shoulders to loosen muscles that had once been familiar with the appendages. “Well, I guess making peace with our doubles after all of that counted as redemption for me.”

He smirked down at Smajor. “You know what? Now I think I’m invincible.” He held up one hand and pulled a flaming sword out of thin air. Continuing to smirk, he pointed the tip at Smajor, who could only stare back with dread in return. Holy fire erupted forth from the sword, engulfing him and quickly ending his time as a gravital.

Myth lowered the blade and waited. At long last, the advantage he needed had come to him. No more trying to make plans. No more stalemates. And no more running – at least on his part. Depending on what Smajor turned into over the next few hours, he might be able to escape. But Myth wouldn’t be very far behind.

Barely a moment after the former gravital drew a breath, Myth pointed the sword at him again. He didn’t bother to wonder what he had become, aside from something humanoid. Smajor barely took more than three breaths before he was struck with holy fire again.

And again.

And again.

It was only when his body morphed and enlarged into the form of a wyvern that Myth had to relent, hopping back and opening his wings for balance as Smajor flailed his own leathery wings and found the awareness to use this distraction as a means of escape. He crashed his way through the stalagmites until he had enough clearance to properly flap them, taking off away from the cave.

Myth returned the sword into thin air and prepared to take flight, smiling confidently. Now it was Smajor’s turn to not get a moment’s peace.

~*~

Being able to fly gave Smajor half a chance.

Although, half of zero was still zero.

A poisonous breath attack proved futile, since holy fire worked just fine to burn up the particles before they reached Myth. The seraph was too agile in the air for Smajor to successfully fly around him and come at him from another angle. He even tried leading Myth toward other dangers – but, of course, they were things Myth had already once thought of using against Smajor, so each attempt failed.

Finally, Myth decided he had given his target enough time and called down a twisting column of holy fire that pulled the wyvern into it. A smaller, humanoid body was thrown out of it a short time later. Myth followed the trajectory toward a desert but decided to let plain old gravity handle that one.

When Smajor revived again at the end of his impact trail, he still had all the scrapes his previous body had obtained in the rough landing. As he struggled to get to his feet, he mentally grasped at whatever powers he might now have that could be defensive. All he felt was a craving for sugar.

Somehow he doubted playing at being helpless would work on Myth this time, and now he truly was helpless. He tried anyway, when he heard the seraph’s wings rustle as he landed, giving the most pathetic look he could manage. He didn’t really need to put on an act; he genuinely was afraid.

Myth only smirked. He drew and pointed the flaming sword. Like cotton candy exposed to fire, Smajor’s body melted away. The sand beneath where he had been was turned to glass from the heat of the merciless flames. Well, Myth would just do as his nemesis had in these cases, and find him again when his soul was shoved into a new vessel to continue the cycle.

.

With each smiting a new tally mark automatically burned itself into Myth’s arm guard. When the total hit fifty, something began to change, although Myth himself didn’t notice. He was too busy having the time of his life avenging himself. He didn’t feel the need to get creative; the onslaught of holy fire, which taught Smajor over and over that he could do nothing to stop it, was the perfect weapon. It was the retribution he had brought down on his own head so long ago.

Myth was a little bitter that it hadn’t come sooner.

Currently he stalked Smajor through a forest, where he was scurrying around in the underbrush as a small porcupine. No matter what creature he turned into, Myth would not stay his hand out of pity. He was now on a self-declared holy mission and he wouldn’t stop until the day Smajor no longer revived.

He pushed aside the cluster of tall ferns he had last seen the porcupine run under -only to see two of them. He debated for a moment, then reached for the one on the left. The other one began to tremble, then it turned its back toward him and released a spray of quills. Myth covered his face with his top pair of wings, deflecting most of them. He shook off the ones that did find purchase in his feathers. “Nice try. Regular animals don’t fear angels.”

Smajor squeaked and tried to run. Myth caught him by one hind leg and lifted him up. Smajor’s other limbs scrabbled at the air, then he stopped as he got a full, upside-down view of Myth. “H-Hey. What’s happening to your wings?”

“Don’t try to distract me.”

“N-No, I’m serious! It’s not fair if you get to level up just from killing me so many times in a row!”

Myth snorted. “Stop talking nonsense. Better yet, I’ll make you stop.” Sword now in hand, he went for a good old-fashioned stabbing. Afterward he placed Smajor’s body in the middle of some prickly berry bushes to have a little surprise when he revived.

It was as he was walking away looking for a clear space to take off, planning to wait up in a tree, that he noticed a trail of gleaming blood coming from where he had been standing. He knew Smajor couldn’t possibly have wounded him with some silly little quills. He raised an arm to check. Perhaps a barb had made it to the skin of his middle wings and he merely hadn’t felt it. It would still be a trivial thing…

That was when he saw his feathers were in the process of turning crimson, the red coloring flowing outward from the roots. His lower pair had already fully changed, and from the tips of his primaries was where the spatters on the ground had come from.

The light coming off his halo shifted from white to a dark scarlet.

Memory stirred of a life before he had come to this accursed world. He knew what this meant. He had been deemed as having become a fallen angel. Rage boiled up inside and he gripped the hilt of the sword so tightly his fingers ached. He screamed skyward, “What, was there a limit to how many times I could take revenge?! You can’t stop me now! I DON’T CARE! I’ll kill him as many times as it takes! I’ll become fallen a hundred times over! I WILL NOT LET THIS GO UNTIL I SAY IT ENDS!!”

~*~

After that he no longer had access to holy fire, but he continued with his fixation regardless. He still had all the other power a seraph possessed whether or not the heavens answered his call. He would be his own source, then, fueled by his thirst for revenge that couldn’t be slaked. When Smajor turned into a fire-breathing dragon three times his size and took the battle to the air again, Myth drew the sword now kept in a regular scabbard, dodging the streams of flame until Smajor had to stop to draw in a fresh breath, stoking his internal furnace.

Then Myth swooped around and pointed the sword at him. Dark red flames erupted out along his arms and traveled up the blade, increasing in intensity and size as they leapt forth toward the dragon. Smajor released what fire he could in the moment. The two blasts of deep red and bright orange clashed in the sky, striking awe into anyone below.

Myth’s outrage boiled up again. He could have easily taken care of this very big challenge if he could call down extra fire. The dark flames around his arms churned and grew as he practically forced his own spirit into powering them. The resulting wave overwhelmed Smajor’s brighter fire and surged over the dragon. He roared in agony, then his wings collapsed inward. He plummeted down.

Myth similarly fell as the dark flames tapered off, flickering away from his arms and the sword, leaving him feeling unexpectedly weak. He snapped his wings open to catch an updraft before he dropped too far, although he had to settle for gliding when he couldn’t find the strength to flap them.

The sound of Smajor hitting the ground reverberated over the land. Myth circled over the area, working to catch his breath. All right, that had been a tough one. And maybe it wasn’t so great that unnatural dark red flames were now spreading to the trees that had been knocked over by the impact. Myth swooped downward to see if he could draw them into him. Maybe it could get him some strength back.

While he was busy with that, he almost missed when the dragon’s body shimmered and shrank into a figure with blue-black skin and luminous turquoise eyes, who quickly fled by loping away on overly-long arms. Myth grasped the last of the flames and extinguished them with a clench of his fist, then he gave chase.

He arrived in time to see Smajor clamber into the mouth of a cave; the newly created sculkborn looked back once, issuing a strained, breathy cry in warning before he disappeared.

Underground was not a place for angels, but that was not something that would stop Myth now. He folded his wings down, the middle pair forming a bloody cloak over his shoulders, and made his way through the cave’s series of downward sloping tunnels. He had to pull his wings in tighter in some spots. In others, he knocked the stone loose to get through. Smajor’s form remained ahead of him, easily navigating crevasses and gaps over ravines despite his oddly proportioned body.

Myth halted when patches of sculk vein began to appear. This cave system probably didn’t lead to the same city as before, but his memory brought him back to the last time he had been in the Deep Dark. As he walked forward, slower now, he replayed the events in his mind. Baiting Smajor, leading him down to the depths of the earth, leading him across the city, hoping for a Warden to come up under him and attack him, but having a backup plan. The portal. Not knowing, himself, what lay beyond it, but willing to risk it.

He recalled the face of his double from another world, still going by the name Sausage – and how he had kept looking at Myth with pained sympathy.

The crimson-winged seraph stopped again and frowned. Sausage would probably want to fix Myth’s soul, if he could see what it had become now. He had no way of viewing it, himself, but he imagined it was dripping with blood just like his wings.

“No. You keep going. I’ll rescue Scott alone. You – You’ve earned an escape.”

That smile. Sympathy, again, and so full of optimism as if he had just given Myth some kind of freedom. A tantalizing offer of hope.

“There’s no room for redemption here, if that’s what you’re thinking. It’s been too long, and I’ve been through far too much pain already that I can’t ever dare to hope it will be different on the next round. I don’t know if this can be fixed…”

Myth reached to grasp a handful of his feathers. He had gotten his wings back, yet look what he had done to them…

Some things couldn’t be fixed, but they could be made worse. He knew there was even further that he could fall.

He drew in a breath and continued through the deepslate tunnel. Full patches of sculk appeared, and a few minutes later his very footsteps set off a sensor. No shrieker responded. He remained wary as he leaned to look out over the city laid out a few meters below the tunnel’s exit. He didn’t immediately see any movement. Smajor could have already hidden away somewhere, anyway, with the way he blended in.

Myth was also aware that he could sneak as much as he wanted to, but Smajor could set off the shriekers with a simple call. He was a little surprised he hadn’t done so already to have a Warden greet Myth at the door.

He spread his wings and launched himself forward, beating his wings to get a little closer to the city’s ceiling. Predictably, sensors went off all over the place, but fortunately the cascade of shriekers counted as one warning. Gliding close to towers didn’t register to the sensors, but once he started losing altitude, he had to beat his wings again, setting off the sensors in the new part of the city he was scouting over. More shriekers responded, and a second wave of darkness passed through the area.

He knew he couldn’t scare Smajor by causing a Warden to emerge, but he figured he could make him nervous by triggering alarms in different parts of the city. He wouldn’t know where Myth was, either, since even his halo was dimmed by the darkness.

The seraph alighted on top of the portal frame to have one last look around before he would go set off the sensors again. He caught a sound below him that was part rattle, part whimper. He peered downward. There was Smajor, prying away at a gemstone in the corner of the frame. Myth raised an eyebrow in amusement. What in the world was he up to? Would the gemstone grant him additional power, like slaying an Elder Guardian had for Myth so many deaths ago? Wouldn’t that mean Smajor would need to slay a Warden?

Well, it didn’t really matter what he was trying to do. Myth stepped off the edge and dropped straight down, landing with barely a rustle of his feathers. He loomed over Smajor and grabbed one of his wrists while he was distracted by his desperation. “Found you,” Myth whispered in his ear.

“N-No,” Smajor said in a breathy voice. “H-How did you not…" He swung his other hand at Myth’s face, the sharp piece of stone he had been using to pry at the gemstone slicing the ends off a few feathers as Myth jerked his head out of the way.

Shifting his feet caused a scraping sound from other shards of rock on the ground, reaching the sensors and in turn the shriekers. Myth kept his gaze on Smajor as the darkness once more swept through; turquoise eyes glowed and shifted back and forth. The brick making up the street below crackled and a Warden emerged, sniffing at the air. Its heartbeat wasn’t as fast as Smajor’s was right then; he cursed.

“Even you can’t control where they pop up, huh? I take it you were counting on it being up here.”

Smajor let himself hang from his captured wrist, still holding the piece of stone in his other hand. “Well, get it over with already. I’m surprised you let me last this long. Or do you intend to find out what I’m doing?”

“If you’re feeling chatty, go ahead. I was strolling down memory lane about the last time we were in one of these cities.”

“Hm. Yeah. It does bring back memories.” Smajor listlessly tossed the piece of stone aside, hitting a sensor, even though he knew he couldn’t intimidate Myth with that threat. He waited until the light returned. “I was hoping to trick you into standing in line with this thing and get a Warden to push you in. Since you apparently know the way out, I was going to try to break it so you couldn’t come back.”

“Ohh, that is a good idea.” Myth beat his wings, lifting off the ground and swinging Smajor just slightly as if preparing to toss him in. He imagined it was more terrifying to see nothing but the faint glow of the gemstones getting closer on the upswing as the sound of his wings triggered another wave of darkness. A second Warden emerged somewhere nearby, but still not on the roof now below them.

“You wouldn’t!” Smajor yelped. “I’ll – I’ll just follow the trail of destruction I left last time! And if I can’t get back here, I’ll go take out my own revenge on those other versions of us! I can get just as much satisfaction out of killing some other you, and that one was pretty soft!”

Myth didn’t respond. The beating of his wings continued to set off sensors below.

Smajor watched the light wash over a stony expression, disappearing in the darkness then appearing again, unmoved by the attempted threat. His arm was starting to ache. “W-Who knows, I might even end up in a place with a version of you that never died, and I might put him through everything I did to you!”

Myth swung him again, but released his wrist on the backswing, sending him flying up past the edge of the roof. He was lucky enough to land on a carpeted part of a bridge below… except Myth was right on him a second later. “An eternal labyrinth might be too generous for you. I have a better idea.” He drew his sword and put an end to Smajor once again.

~*~

Sixty.

Seventy.

Eighty.

Ninety.

One hundred.

…One hundred and ­three.

That was a weird place to stop, but Smajor was certain he had counted the tally marks on Myth’s arm guard correctly. He had woken up in a cell made of a mix of regular and crying obsidian with a blueish light source hidden away somewhere in the ceiling. It had a reenforced iron door that had a line of bars in the middle at eye level. Well, his current eye level. He felt tired, and a check under his ragged shirt showed a thick network of scars over his heart. Clearly the regeneration hadn’t kept up after a while.

There was a bed, and a bucket of water, and for some reason the arm guard had been sitting in the middle of the floor. He wasn’t sure what Myth was trying to prove, unless he just wanted to let Smajor know he would be back to complete the last set of marks. He didn’t remember any of his lives after the sculkborn one.

And now he felt utterly ordinary. There was no trace of any ethereal energies within him, no senses for manipulating the various substances making up the world around him.

Maybe Myth had left him alive long enough to experience this new type of hell: helpless and trapped in a box that he had no hope of wearing down, even if he used the arm guard as a tool. Infuriated, he gave a cry and threw it at the door, producing a loud clang.

He thought he heard a chuckle from outside. He leapt to the door, grasping the bars and trying to get a look. There were mostly shadows beyond the cell, with a bit of sculk visible to the side. “Myth! Get over here where I can see you, you coward! Nether blast you, when I get out of here—!!”

One of the shadows shifted – but it wasn’t a shadow at all. It was a pair of black wings, and as Myth swung around with a soul lantern in hand to light the way, Smajor could see he had sculk vein running over the right side of his face, as well as down his arm and across his top wing on that side. His halo appeared inverted, glowing black from the inside. “You’re not getting out. Enough is enough.”

“W-Why do you look like that? What have you done to me?! Why – Why are none of my powers working?!”

Myth lumbered closer. Smajor could see that his black feathers had red rachis. Dark ichor dripped off of the bottom of his wings now, instead of blood.

“Y-You haven’t died. You’re still the same thing, but… what in the Nether have you done to yourself?”

“I brought us to the inevitable conclusion. Funny it turned out this way. It seems you were right. I’m immortal, you’re immortal… And now I am your warden.” He wrapped the fingers of his empty hand around the bars. Smajor let go of them and stumbled back a step. Myth glanced toward the arm guard laying on the floor. “One hundred lives total. I had to do a few extra, just to make sure, but after number one hundred you did stay what you are now.”

Smajor emitted a series of disbelieving noises, then choked out, “What happened to you, then?!”

“Oh, that’s just a little sculk infection from being down here so long. It will probably make its way into there, too, so get used to it.”

“No, I mean the—"

“There are worse things than a fallen angel,” Myth interrupted. “Cursed angels. I suppose I wasn’t ever meant to be a guardian angel, either. But there are still other callings one can answer to. How unlucky for you. You chose the wrong type of angel to feed off of.”

 ~The End~

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[P.S. A/N: Thank you to everyone who gave kudos, likes, and comments on this series! | Accompanying artwork by Cynthrey  - The Fall of Myth]

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Time Travel’s Not A Thing, Right?

Guardian Angel: Chapter Twenty-Three

Teen Wolf x Stilinski! Reader

Word count: 2,729

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Alcmene came to Earth to stay a few weeks after the business with the nogitsune concluded. She, with hours of instruction from Claramond, created her own vessel and appeared in your living room one morning. Stiles nearly had a heart attack and was ready to swing at her with his bat, which you quickly put an end to. You’d explained it all to your dad and brother, who were doing their best to accommodate a second angel in their home. 

While you taught her what you could about how to interact properly with people, she tried to help you bring Claramond into balance with who you’d become on Earth. She came along to most of the places you went, quickly learning your dynamics with others and what she should and shouldn’t say in front of them.

When Derek went missing, Alcmene joined you and Stiles at the animal clinic. You stood around the table in the back room with your brother and Lydia while Scott grabbed a container and set it in front of the banshee. 

“Okay, how long has it been?”

“Weeks. He hasn’t gotten back to any of my texts.”

Stiles tilted his head. 

“Has Derek ever returned your texts?’

“He hasn’t answered mine either.”

“Now that is cause for concern.” Everyone knew Derek answered your messages no matter what. 

“I went to the loft. The alarm was on, everything looked okay, but I found these.”

Alcmene was the first to grab one. It was a bullet casing with a skull carved into it. She turned it over in her hand and held it out to you while Stiles grabbed another one to look at for himself.

“I sent a picture of it to Deaton. He said it’s the mark of a family of hunters based out of Mexico.”

“The Calaveras.”

You all turned to look at Alcmene, who shrugged. 

“What? I know things.”

Lydia shook her head and decided to table that discussion for later. 

“What would they want with Derek?”

“You don’t think they killed him, do you?”

You shook your head first. 

“I think if he was dead, I’d know. I’d feel it somehow.”

Lydia took the casings in her hand and focused, letting them drop onto the table after a few seconds. 

“He’s not dead. But I’m not sure he’s alive either.”

Alcmene leaned into you and whispered, “What does that mean?”

“Something’s not right. I don’t know.”

“So, if the Calaveras have him, how do we find them?”

“Mexico.”

“No. Boys, you’re not going to Mexico.”

“Why not?” Stiles looked offended as you pushed back from the table. “You want Derek back, right?”

“Not if it means you idiots crossing the border!” You put up a hand when Lydia opened her mouth. “I don’t mean you, Lydia. But my point stands. And there’s no way your parents will let you go either. Stiles, promise me you won’t go to Mexico without even telling dad.”

“I promise.” You kept staring down and he threw up his hands. “I won’t!”

“Good. We can talk about this tomorrow. Just don’t do anything stupid, alright?”

You waited until all three teens nodded before leaving with Alcmene. She followed you out the back door and over to your car. 

“They aren’t going to listen to you, are they?”

“Probably not. But at least I won’t get blamed for whatever insane, definitely illegal, crap they pull.”

A week later, you got a call from Deaton early in the morning. 

“Deaton, I know angels don’t really need much sleep, but I want it. Someone better be breaking some supernatural laws or something.”

“Funny you should say that. Someone might be.”

You shot up and turned on another light. 

“What?”

“I think you’ll want to see this for yourself. Alcmene too.”

You scrambled out of bed and woke up Alcmene, who quickly got dressed and followed you to the animal clinic again. This time, you found Derek there. Sort of. You stared at the unconscious body of your friend, somehow looking as he had in high school. 

“What kind of fountain of youth crap did we run into now?”

“We aren’t sure what happened. Scott found him like this in Mexico.”

You looked over at Lydia and watched her realize her mistake. 

“I thought you all promised me you weren’t going to go to Mexico.”

“Technically, only Stiles promised. I just nodded and got in the car with the others.”

“Lydia! I rely on you to be their impulse control.”

“I thought Stiles was Scott’s impulse control.”

“He is, and you’re his.”

“Well, then who’s mine?”

“I didn’t think you needed one!”

“Then that was your mistake.”

You took a deep breath and turned back to Derek while Alcmene tried not to laugh. 

“Just tell me what you know.”

“Pretty much nothing. Kate is the one who did this to him, but we don’t know why.”

“Kate? Dead and buried sociopathic arsonist Kate?”

“Not so dead and buried after all. But yeah.”

“Perfect.” Derek still hadn’t moved and Alcmene was clearly trying not to poke at him, though you knew she wanted to. “How’s he doing?”

“His heart rate is alarmingly high.”

Lydia put a hand on his arm. “He’s warmer now at least.”

“I want to try something. Y/N, if you’ll hold his hand for me.”

You nodded and did as he asked while Deaton grabbed a scalpel and started to cut down Derek’s arm. The cut was fully healed by the time he lifted the blade back up. 

“That healed really fast.”

“Unusually fast.”

“Well, what does that mean?”

“I don’t know…” Deaton moved to look for something and Lydia joined him. 

You and Alcmene looked at each other and tried to think of what could be happening to your friend. While you did so, he flexed his clawed fingers and sat up. You took a step back to let him get to his feet while the others slowly turned to look at him. 

“Derek? Are you feeling okay?”

He wouldn’t answer. As you all tried to get his attention, he put his hands over his ears and tried to breathe. When you moved closer, he lashed out, then ran as you hissed in pain and backed away. Alcmene was solely focused on you, gently taking your arm and looking it over. The scratches weren’t deep, but they still hurt. 

“Y/N, are you okay?”

You nodded and gently felt the scratches to be sure. 

“I’m fine. But Derek is on the loose now, which can’t be good.”

Deaton quickly wrapped your arm while Lydia tried to call the others. None of them answered, so she texted Mr. Yukimura to get Scott’s attention. By the time they got to the clinic, you were getting antsy. You wanted to go find him as fast as possible. 

“I don’t think he’s just younger in body. I think he’s younger in his mind too.”

“He didn’t seem to recognize any of us.”

“He also looked absolutely terrified.”

“So, if you’re a scared teenage werewolf, where do you go?”

“Home.”

“Wolves go back to their den, but Derek lives in a loft.”

“Not back then. He would go to the Hale house.”

“What about the fire?”

You waved off the thought. “It wouldn’t have happened yet. He doesn’t know about it.”

Stiles and Scott started to move, but Alcmene stopped them. 

“Hold on… even if you do catch up to him, how are you supposed to explain it to him? Just tell him point blank that his family’s dead? Y/N said you can’t be blunt like that.”

“Well, we can’t lie.”

Stiles raised a hand.

“I’ll do it.”

“Sty, no one can. He can hear your heartbeat rise.”

“When we find him, we tell him the truth.”

“If he gets to the house first, you won’t have to.”

While Scott, Lydia, and Stiles went to the Hale house, you and Alcmene went to the station. You’d both had a feeling you needed to be there, which turned out to be spot on. Derek sat on a bench outside your dad’s office with Parrish knelt in front of him. He was just taking off the cuffs keeping him there when you stepped up. 

“The other deputy’s the idiot.”

“Can’t argue with that.” You both responded in unison, causing Parrish to turn toward you. 

“Morning, Parrish.”

“Y/N, Allie.” When his partner got his attention, Parrish stood back up. “Good to see you.”

You took his place in front of Derek and offered a calming smile.

“Hey, Hale. Is there any chance you recognize me?”

He studied your face for a few seconds before nodding hesitantly.

“Y/N. You look…”

“Older?”

“Different. But it’s still you.”

“Yep. I know a lot of things don’t make sense right now, but I want to try to help.”

You glanced back when your dad came over and stared between Derek and his photo on the computer. He was frowning deeply and looked very concerned. When Scott and Stiles came stumbling in, he sighed and told the deputies he’d handle it.

“Where’s my family?”

“That’s a little hard to explain. I’m sorry. But for now, I’ll stay with you, if that’s what you want.”

He nodded and you were struck by how young he really was. You’d forgotten what it was like to talk to him when he wasn’t trying to deal with some supernatural nightmare or homicidal maniac. Alcmene followed Scott and your family into the office to talk while you kept Derek occupied.

After a minute or two, your dad brought Derek into his office as well. You tried to hold back, knowing that Scott using his Alpha status to gain his trust wouldn’t go over well with you there. As teenagers, you didn’t know about the supernatural, so you couldn’t easily reveal that you knew about it now. 

You instead chatted with Parrish and hoped that Alcmene didn’t freak the kid out too much. When the door opened, Derek made his way over to you first. He told you Scott and Stiles would be helping him get his memory back, which you were sure involved some lying to explain enough for him to believe them. Alcmene came back to your side while a deputy looked over some paperwork with Derek. 

“Your brother is a rather accomplished liar.”

“Not when it comes to dad. He’s better with strangers.”

“He and Scott told Derek his family simply moved away. When he finds out the truth, he won’t trust them.”

“I know.”

“And he might not trust you then, either.”

“I know.”

You checked in with Stiles while Scott left and Alcmene showed Derek to the Jeep. 

“Are you sure you don’t want me with you? I actually knew him when he was this age. I could help.”

“That’s why Scott doesn’t want you to get involved. You’re a completely different person than you were back then. We don’t want you to worry about keeping it all straight.”

You knew what he meant. It was hard enough to keep an eye on Alcmene, who seemed to swing between being awed at everything she learned and staring with an all-knowing certainty that made you loath to let her meet new people; you also still struggled with understanding Claramond and figuring out a way to get you both on the same page and stay there. Adding on the stress of keeping track of what a somewhat out of control werewolf knew and what he didn’t wasn’t the wisest choice. 

“Alright. Just promise me you’ll keep me updated. If something goes wrong, I want to know.”

“I promise. Actually promise this time.”

You pulled him into a quick hug and let him saunter back out to the Jeep to babysit your friend. Alcmene was already waiting at your car when you joined her and the two of you went back to your house. 

“Does Stiles often lie to you and try to keep you from doing anything when you’re perfectly capable of helping?”

“Honestly? Yeah. But I’ve done it too.” You plopped down on one end of the couch and Alcmene settled on the other. “Stiles and I protect each other. We always have. When he was little and got picked on sometimes, I would stand up for him and Scott. If I was struggling with an assignment for school, he’d sit with me and we’d do the work together until I felt good about it. The longest we’ve ever been apart was when I went to college. It didn’t last long; we’d call each other every day and I visited on weekends when I could. He means the world to me and sometimes that means we lie to each other.”

“Human love seems a terribly complicated thing.”

“It can be. But maybe that was why I came here. To see what makes human love and care last so long.”

You passed the remainder of the day waiting to hear from Stiles. Scott checked in to let you know what he was learning and when Derek disappeared with Kate, Stiles called to tell you. They were trying to figure out what she would have taken him for, where they would go, and then it hit you. Derek had never told you outright, but he’d hinted that there was something important he kept at the school, though you didn’t know exactly what it was.

You and Alcmene went there anyway and figured you’d find the others easily enough. You were right of course, because as soon as you got there, you heard growling, yelling, and blows landing. Alcmene led the way to the open walkways around the school, where your friends were pinned down fighting several hulking figures dressed in bones and furs. 

“I can fight those, right?”

Kira was defending Scott and Malia, who were trying to catch their breath on the cement. When Kira glanced back to check on her friends, one of the creatures lunged and knocked her down. You gave Alcmene a quick nod and she leapt into action.

Her sword was out before you could blink as her jacket turned stark white from the burst of her grace. She moved between the teens and her enemies. You took the opportunity to drag them all further back and out of harm’s way. You tried to ignore just how excited your best friend was as she swung wildly with her sword and plunged it right through one. When it simply ripped away from her, leaving the sword in its chest, she took to throwing punches. Derek came running out of the dark to join the fight and before you knew it, it was over. 

“Feel better now, Allie?”

“That thing took my sword with it.”

You gave her an odd look. 

“It’ll come back. You know that.”

“I’m still a little offended.”

Your attention turned to Derek, who turned around, once again at his proper age. 

“Derek.” You pulled him into a tight hug and only stepped back when he patted your shoulder. “Don’t you ever get kidnapped again! I was worried sick about-”

His eyes glowed yellow for a second. You didn’t have to tell him, he knew something was different. He took the hand you offered and sat down on the cement to catch his breath. 

“Derek, you’re not hurt, right?”

“I’m fine.” He glanced over at you. “Really. I’m fine.”

“What were those things?”

“Whatever they were, they’re tough. I’ve never had someone walk off with my sword through them.”

Alcmene was downright giddy. Malia looked half ready to chase them down and start another fight, though she was still holding her healing leg and grimacing. 

“Allie, we talked about this.”

“Yeah, yeah. I can’t be this happy about fighting someone.”

She made an exaggerated effort to frown and helped Malia to her feet.

“Thank you.”

You all helped each other up and stumbled together to the sign in front of the school, which had been turned to reveal a staircase. Peter, Stiles, and Lydia stood there waiting. Peter was clearly in a rage over something and the teens were trying to keep him in check. 

“What’s got his fur in knots?”

Stiles fought a smug smirk as he filled you all in. 

“The big bad wolf got robbed?”

“Allie.”

“No antagonizing, I know.” She spared you a pleading look. “But it’s so easy.”

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oh? can you rec some of your favorite sonic fics? I’ve never read any before!

Oh! Yeah totally! I don't think I have a ton because tbh there''s A LOT of chaff to get to the wheat in the sonic fandom lol and when it comes to the sonic character I'm very particular about their characterizations so I'll totally share what I have cuz I know it's rough to find the good stuff. (I'm also not really interested in shipping the sonic characters so that instantly means like 80% of the fics don't really interest me). You may notice this is mostly the same fic writers, and, yeah, what can I say they know what I like

Foray - Hikareh (unfinished)

Leaving one's family and destiny isn't an easy thing to do, but Sonic needs to get away to discover if he's the prince his siblings want him to be, or the hero his heart is telling him he is. Three years later, Eggman kidnaps Manic, and Sonic is drawn back into the world he left behind, but now he can do more than rely on his medallion. He can fight. Bridging Underground and SEGA.

I never watched sonic underground but this fic is so compelling that it doesn't really matter, I love it anyways. I don't think the author has any intentions of ever updating this fic, so be warned, but I adore this characterization of all these guys, especially the brotherly relationship between sonic and tails. Once every year or so I give this a reread (and it's a long fic! it's over 100,000 words as is!) just because I love it that much. If you aren't interested in sonic underground I still recommend reading the first few chapters because they mostly just take place with little moments between Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles and they warm my heart.

(the rest is under the cut to prevent it from taking up a whole dash lol)

Zima - Hikareh (unfinished)

Every year, Sonic makes it snow on Tails' birthday. Even now, when Tails looks through him and can't really remember him, Sonic keeps his promise.

Ah, the kind of really good au worldbuilding that makes you wish the author would just take the time separating the fandom stuff from the original ideas and make their own book - it's that good in my opinion. Basically most of the characters in the story are, like, magical beings that help control the weather, except for Tails, who Sonic raised. However only children can see the spirits of the weather, so when Tails gets too old he can't see Sonic anymore and man it breaks by heart. Unlike Foray the ashemarie has mentioned returning to this fic someday (although I wouldn't hold my breath - I'm a fic writer I know that can mean an update this week or in twenty years or never).

Untried Equilibrium - Speedy123 (complete)

It's a long way down from space, still quite a way to go back to his island, and a tired Knuckles has too much time to think. A lot has happened, a lot has changed, and which parts are good and bad about it, anyway? - Short moment in the wake of SA2's aftermath.

Speedy 123 almost completely owns the rest of this list. Exactly what it sounds like, almost like a character dynamic study between the primary color trio.

Carvings and Relics - Speedy123 (complete)

On a cold winter day, a lonely guardian attempts to battle the onslaught of time on Angel Island's ruins. Upon his return home he finds an unexpected visitor waiting for him who offers a different perspective on relics and their worth.

Ah I adore this one. A oneshot between Knuckles and Tails on Angel Island. The characterization of these two is so good - they always manage to write Tails as earnest and sincere.

Fire and Smoke - Speedy123 (complete)

For some reason, it seemed like it passed everyone's notice that it's a VOLCANIC island. Team Sonic's day of outdoor fun on Angel Island takes a turn for the worst.

A hurt and comfort, more dramatic story where Sonic and Tails arrive on Angel Island to see that the Volcano has erupted. Obviously they'll all be okay, it's not that kind of fic, as Speedy123 says its' more to explore how these characters would react in these kind of situations

Skyfire - Speedy123 (complete)

Theoretically, Sonic and Tails had other plans, but when they find out an ancient and important echidna holiday is coming around, they head up to Angel Island to crash an echidna party instead. Knuckles isn't so sure what to make of that, but at least he's trying.

Again so good as you see Knuckles struggling with a tradition that he only knows about second hand, it makes my heart break for him. Speedy explores a lot about the fact that Knuckles lives alone on Angel Island and I adore that - it makes me so sad that Angel Island isn't in the movies (yet at least, a girl can dream)

Unlikely - sarilleny (complete)

Knuckles isn't exactly sure what to expect when he finally reaches the resistance force base. He is eager to join the fight. He is willing to sacrifice. He is ready to defend everything they have left. He is not prepared however, for the unlikely circumstance that ultimately awaits him.

I've never played Sonic Forces but like any good fic you don't need to know much to get the gist and understand the situation the characters are in. I love fics that explore Knuckles in his leadership role, filling the void that Sonic left and the stress that puts him under, but also how he comes into his own. this is part of a series all exploring this idea and I can wholeheartedly recommend the whole thing.

Legacy. What Is A Legacy? - BrownieFox (complete)

'It's planting seeds in a garden you never get to see'.

Silver wants to grow some plants for the resistance, and Knuckles decided to help out

YEAH THAT'S RIGHT IT'S BROWNIE! Another fic during the sonic era, a oneshot exploring Knuckles and Silvers' dynamic - something you don't often see! and does such a good job at exploring the idea of how the world has changed in the face of everything.

and that's it! There's probably some more out there - Hikareh has some more on their ffnet that never got crossposted, and I probably have more on my ffnet bookmarks but lord going through those is tedious work! I hope that these are helpful to you! sorry I'm super biased towards the trio lol what can I say they're my boys

[lubdubsworld]

Insatiable ( Jungkook x OC) Chapter 2

Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x OC

Rating 18+

Genre : Vampire Au!!!! , DILF! Jungkook ! Bodyguard AU! Babysitter OC!   Age difference!!! [ bet you’ve never seen all of this in one fic before? ]

[ Some notes : Born Vampires stop aging when they turn twenty five.  Turned vampires stop aging when they’re turned. ]

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

“You alright?” Somi asked gently, watching me fling  my backpack into the corner of the room with enough force to dislodge one of the wooden panels on the wall, the shelf crashing and bringing down the two potted plants on it. The sound of ceramic shattering made me wince, regret churning in my stomach. 

“Yeah...yeah. Oh, God. I’m so sorry, Somi.. I broke your pots-”

“Never mind the pots...why do you look so upset? Have you been crying?” She demanded , reaching for me, hands curling around my wrists and drawing me into a hug and I swallowed, my throat dry and eyes swollen from all the tears that I’d wrung out of them. 

Outside the room, Namjoon stood guard, at the door and I felt guilty remembering how the past three hours had gone. 

After confronting Jungkook, I’d stormed off in righteous indignation and poor Namjoon had been forced to follow. 

He had kept a discreet distance as I climbed to the tallest ridge on the roof, scaling the gables with ease and I knew he had been terrified at the prospect of me falling. 

Immortal or not a three hundred foot drop to the ground would be something that would hurt.

And it was my bodyguard’s job to make sure I did not get hurt. 

When he wasn’t busy fucking other women that is. 

I gripped my sister harder, fingers curling into the fir of her coat as I tried to catch my bearing. 

“Do you know Helena?” I whispered, pulling away to look at her. Somi’s face fell,eyes filling with sympathy.

“Oh, no. Was she here?” She asked gently, reaching out and cupping my cheeks and my lips wobbled. 

“Why didn’t you warn me that he was in a relationship?” my voice shook and Somi shook her head. 

“He’s not!! God, Helena doesn’t do relationships. Jungkook and her.... well, I’m not sure but they’re just fuck buddies..... barely that. You know she’s from the Kim clan right? Those bloodsuckers never settle for one partner. “ She muttered. 

I stared at her.

“He called me a child and then told me he’ll tell dad if i try to make a move on him.” I whispered. 

Somi flinched.

“Sera....”

“It was humiliating and painful and I don’t ever want to think about it, ever again.” I muttered. 

She sighed. 

“It’s not like you don’t have men dying for a glance from you, Sera. You forget that you’re literally the most beautiful woman in the clan. If he rejects you, you’re definitely not the one missing out in that equation.” 

I nodded, misery seeping into me. My sob-fest on the roof hadn’t been wasted. I was angry at first but now, a sort of resigned acceptance had taken the place of my anger. 

 The look on Jungkook’s face had been too real, the emotion behind his rejection too potent for me to get over. I wasn’t sure I could change his mind.

Wasn’t even sure if I wanted to. 

“Was he very hurtful ? You know, if you tell dad, he’ll hire someone else and-”

“No.” I said immediately. “ I won’t do that. It’s not his fault, it’s minge. I acted out like a...well a child to be honest. He doesn’t owe me anything and he’s always been obvious in his disinterest. I was just too blinded my own attraction to consider that it wasn’t reciprocated.” I grimaced. 

God, I’d been an idiot and Jungkook’s words had knocked some good sense into my head. But I did care for him and his son and they needed this job. I wouldn’t put his job in jeopardy just because I didn’t get my way. 

I was better than that.

“Alright... Dad wanted to meet you for breakfast tomorrow.... He sounded serious. Do you know what that’s about?”

I groaned, when I remembered the reason my dad wanted to see me these days. 

“Dad wants me to start meeting men now. He thinks I’m old enough now that i’ve turned 21. He’s been badgering me for a whole entire month but I kept putting him off because of...well, because of Jungkook.” I admitted. 

Somi looked worried.

“You want to ? If you don’t we can talk to dad and-”

“No-” I shook my head.” I’m just gonna agree.” 

Somi looked surprised.

“Are you sure? Sera you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to-”

I smiled weakly. 

“I’m not going to be allowed to stay single forever Somi. Especially not when the entirety of dad’s day is spent trying to chase suitors away from the door. Do you know the Count from Jeju Do...dude’s a whole seven centuries old and he looks like a toad. He apparently tried to ask about me and Dad’s been freaking out.  “ I shuddered. 

Somi laughed.

“ That’s what you get for being you. But dad’s right. Keeping you away from everyone is only inviting more interest. And we don’t want you to be with someone insufferable.” She ruffled my hair and I hugged her again sighing into her shoulders.

No I didn’t want to be with someone who just saw me as some kind of a possession to be owned. I wanted someone nice and kind. A handsome man who did the right thing .  Someone who maybe, worked hard to give his kid a safe and protected life, someone who didn’t shun away from hard work and was a gentleman as well. 

Someone like-

“Someone other than Jungkook.” Somi said gently reading my mind. 

“I really liked him.” I whispered softly, feeling tears spring again. 

God, I thought I was all out of tears for Jeon Jung Kook but apparently I was wrong. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I took extra care with my makeup the next morning, because my father usually had a ton of business meetings during his breakfast. I didn’t usually bother but , I was going to agree to his suggestions today and well, nothing wrong in delighting my father. And nothing made him happier than seeing me prance about  with pretty feminine clothes . 

My dad, for all his jovial cheerful air, loved his position as the head of the Hwang clan. And as his most prized possession , I was the apple of his eye. And while he didn’t treat me as an object or anything ( my dad loved me deeply and his affection was always evident. ) , there was no mistaking the fact that my dad enjoyed the power that came with being my guardian. Powerful men were willing to bend to his will, just for a chance to be with me. 

I sound insufferable, don’t I?

Trust me I’m not. 

The vampires that court me are usually assholes. Entitled, brain dead assholes .  When I opened the door in the morning, dressed in a short summer dress and ready to meet my dad, I was surprised to see Jungkook standing guard outside. He straightened away from the wall where he was fiddling with his phone, his gaze flitting to me, eyes cold and blank. 

I bowed lightly, not smiling.

“Mr. Jeon. I have a breakfast date with my father and then I’ll be heading to the cottage. I’m also meeting a friend of mine at the Art Museum in the evening so i’ll need the Mercedes brought around to pick me up maybe at 5.00PM.” I said briskly, glancing at him. 

My face flamed red when I noticed his gaze, fixed steadily on my ass. I cleared my throat angrily and his eyes met mine, a slow lazy grin playing around his mouth. 

“You look different.” He commented , shamelessly giving me another once over. 

The nerve. 

I swallowed, willing myself not to blush harder.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean.” 

He chuckled.

“That dress barely covers your butt, angel. You sure you want to head to daddy dearest, dressed like that?” The way he said daddy made my skin heat up. 

I felt my jaw come unhinged. 

“That’s...that is none of your damn business.” I said shrilly.

He gave me another once over.

“Okay, then. If that’s what you’re into...fine. Let’s go.” 

Gritting my teeth, i tried to keep my face neutral. I would not give him the satisfaction of knowing that he got to me. I would not. 

I walked ahead of him , my fists clenched and my jaw tight and I felt incredibly upset because the day had barely begun and I was already wound tight. I was supposed to be relaxed and clear headed while talking to my father but Jeon Jungkook had muddled my brains as usual. 

I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. 

“Sera, wait.” His voice made me pause and I stopped, turning around to glare at him.

“What?” I snapped. 

He sighed, deeply. I watched as he ran his hands through his hair, tongue pressing into his cheek the way it did when he was upset. 

“About last night-”

I felt my pulse quicken. 

“I don’t wanna talk about it!” I said quickly, turning back around to leave but his fingers came around my arm, gripping hard . 

“Well tough luck. Because I do!” He said sharply. 

I whimpered, pain blooming up my arm and he swore, loosening his grip.

“I keep forgetting you’re human.” He muttered, “ I’m sorry... I just... I wanted to apologize for how i handled things last night. I was twenty once and I should have been more understanding.”

I closed my eyes. Oh, God no. Please, please for the love of God, let me hate you in peace. Don’t apologize and make me fall in love all over again.

“Its fine.” I choked out. “ You were right. I was out of line.”

“You deserve better.” He said quickly, eyes flitting away from my face and I felt a sharp pang in my heart. God , this was agonizing. 

“Jungkook-”

“It’s just that you’re...well you know who you are. You can’t be with ...someone like me and trust me you don’t want to be with someone like me either. I know its appealing, the whole illusion of stability. older man, has a kid, has his life together .....but that’s not all it means .” He gave me a tired smile.

I bit my lips, ot replying and he went on. 

 “ I have baggage, a shit ton of it and I would have to be especially cruel to unload something like that on a girl barely out of her teens. I’ve done shit I’m not proud of ,....but ruining your life, I’m gonna draw the line there.” He smiled , looking a whole decade younger and I closed my eyes.

I was back to square one, I thought miserably. He had my whole heart. 

“ So we’re good right?” He prompted and I exhaled, giving him a smile.

“We’re good.”

“That’s good. Because my son loves you and I would rather we be friends. You’re just like a daughter to me. ” He touched my face gently, pulling away at once, the small contact leaving fire in its wake and I had to clench my fists . 

A daughter?!! Is he out of his damned mind? 

“Okay.” 

“Let’s go then.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Jungkook, please sit down. You’re like my son and I don’t want you hovering like you’re part of the backdrop. I’ve trusted you with my entire life.” My father beamed, pointing at me and i laughed. 

Jungkook bowed respectfully, taking the chair next to me. 

“How are you , my buttercup?” My father asked softly, fingers gripping mine and I smiled.

“I’m well, father. Do you like my dress?” 

Next to me Jungkook coughed and I shot him a dirty look. 

“It looks ravishing on you. The prettiest flower in my estate is my daughter, do you agree Jungkook?” My father prompted and I swallowed the smirk that threatened. 

Poor Jungkook was going to learn that being my bodyguard meant singing my praises twenty four seven or at least anytime my father was in hearing distance. 

“Uh..” Jungkook’s eyes flitted between the two of us, “ Yes sir. Your daughter is quite lovely.” 

I beamed at him and he looked away quickly. 

Coward. 

Turning back to my dad I held my hand out. 

“DAd, you wanted to see me about something?”

“Yes dearest. You know the Kim clan’s matriarch has been after me. Three of her great great great grandsons have come of age recently. And all three of them are set to take over some very lucrative businesses. They are good men and apparently they’re quite smitten with you. They say you know of them from school?”

I sighed.

“Do you know their names?” I prompted.

“Mingyu, Minjae and Yugyeom.” My father said briskly. 

 Ugh.

 “ They’ve asked me out before, yes.” 

“Uh..Excuse me.. Could I get a refill?” Jungkook said quietly next to me and i turned, watching him wave to one of the footmen. 

“Jungkook, are you thirsty?” My father asked brightly. 

An idea formed in my head, wicked and dangerous. 

“Perhaps, he should get a taste of the Hwang Elixir?” I said innocently. 

My father’s gaze snapped to mine. 

A small frown made its way to his face. 

“Are you sure? I’m not sure if Jungkook would be comfortable-”

I turned to him, purposely flipping my long hair off my shoulders exposing my throat . Jungkook’s eyes went to the curve of my neck at once and i felt a sick sort of triumph when his eyes flashed red.

“Oh, no no...” I crooned, leaning in closer. “ I’m sure you aren’t uncomfortable , are you Jungkook ssi? After all, I am just like a daughter to you , aren’t I?” I stared right at him, fluttering my lashes and I saw his jaw clench. 

“Of course, Ms. Hwang.” He said briskly, glaring at me. I played with the small gold chain around my neck, letting my fingers flutter over my pulse , drawing his gaze there.

“Well, that is true ...” My father looked uncertain, but I gave him a gentle nod and a smile. 

“Well, as a special guest, I suppose you can enjoy our hospitality , Jeon. Why don’t you take a drink from -”

I moved closer, pressing up against him and Jungkook sighed, lips closing over my neck, and I felt my eyes flutter shut at the wet warmth of his mouth . 

It was intoxicating, the way he used one hand to grip my neck gently, the other on my waist to steady me and when his fangs pierced through, I could sense the warm liquid flood his mouth and Jungkook’s entire body relaxed, a strangled moan escaping him. 

“---my daughter’s wrist.” My father finished and I felt Jungkook stiffen next to me. 

This time I couldn’t stop the grin that bloomed on my face. 

My eyes dropped to his lap and yup, his pants definitely looked a tad tighter. 

“Did I do good, Mr Jeon? Or should I call you daddy? ” I whispered quietly , fluttering my lashes at him and his fangs retracted and he pulled away from me, shoving me back into my own chair quickly. 

My father was slightly slack jawed. 

“I’m sorry, Mr. Hwang. “ Jungkook muttered and I laughed.

“I do believe it is I whom you should be apologizing to. It is  my  neck you just mauled. ” I smiled brightly staring at Jungkook and if looks could kill, I would have a thousand wooden stakes through my heart right about now. ‘

Take that Mr. Jeon. 

Daughter, my ass. 

“My apologies , Sera.” He said stiffly. 

My father laughed raucously.

“Ahh, you must be used to the neck, my dear boy. understandable understandable. it is how we used to do it in the old days, after all . These younglings with all their etiquette and feminism and what not....it’s hard to keep up..... But now you must tell me? Is my daughter not the sweetest you’ve ever had?” 

I choked, coughing. Oh God, sometimes my 900 year old father had no idea how he sounded. 

Jungkook looked like he had swallowed a lemon. 

“She’s certainly ...” He stopped, probably realizing that any adjective at the end of that sentence would sound entirely wrong. 

“Delicious?” I prompted, blinking innocently and Jungkook shot me another glare. 

“Well, nevermind nevermind. .... So, tell me dearest, will you be willing to meet the Kim boys?”

I sighed.

“I like Yugyeom. I cannot stand Minjae. I don’t know enough about Mingyu to make any judgement. How about I meet Mingyu and if I don’t hit it off with him, I will allow Yugyeom to court me....” I said softly.

I glanced at Jungkook but he was studiously looking away. 

“Very well my dear. Do you have any plans today?”

“I’m meeting a friend at the museum.”

My father’s eyes widened.

“Well isn’t that a wonderful coincidence. Mingyu's law firm is just a block away if I’m not mistaken. I’ll ask the boy to pick you up afterwards. Have dinner with him and you can tell me tonight of your choice.” My father smiled briskly.

“Yes, father.” 

“Jungkook..” My father prompted and the vampire glanced up.

“Yes, sir?”

“Take good care of her. At the restaurant, make sure you stay at hearing distance. “ 

“Yes sir.” Jungkook bowed and I groaned. 

In other words, let my father know if I behaved appropriately. 

i pouted and my father waggled his finger at me.

“No, no no.. Missy. I’m going to make sure you keep your end of the bargain . You need to give these men a proper chance before you reject them. “ 

I nodded.

“And you must ask Either Somi or Seolhyun to dress you. No jeans or one of those ridiculous gowns that make you look like a pastry.”

There was no mistaking the snort that came from my right and i glared at Jungkook before turning to my dad.

“Yes, father.” 

“Good, now run along the pair of you. “

I stood up, kissing my father fondly on his forehead.

“I love you.” I whispered. 

“You are my whole entire joy, dearest. “ He kissed my hand gently, eyes warm and soft.

As we left the room, Jungkook let out a sigh.

“I am never having a meal with you two again.” He ground out and I laughed. 

“Anything you say, daddy.” I grinned. 

Jungkook groaned. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As luck would have it,  my friend cancelled . 

So at six the evening, I finished locking up the cottage as the last of the kids left, fumbling with the lock while a tired Joo Won napped in his father’s arms, head resting on Jungkook’s shoulders. I felt myself soften at the picture they made, Jungkook singing softly , fingers brushing his son’s hair back as he rocked him gently. 

“I’ll be a while... I needed to get ready. Why don’t you put him to bed? Who’s watching him tonight?”

“Hwasa and Moonbyul offered. I’ll drop you off in your room and head to the north wing. What time are you meeting the jerkwad?” He said casually.

I blinked rapidly, confused.

“I’m sorry... the jerkwad?” 

Jungkook shrugged.

“It’ just a fact. Most men are absolute jerks at twenty one.” He shrugged. 

i felt myself bristling on behalf of the unknown Mingyu.

“That is absolutely unfair. My brothers were incredibly kind and good.”

“To you perhaps. Because they don’t have to impress you. But men act differently when they’re trying to get between a woman’s thighs. They’re jerks when they want to get laid...” He grinned.

“Is that why you act like a jerk to me? ” I smiled evilly and he rolled his eyes.

“Oh, darling we both know I don’t have to act in any different way to get you into my bed . I just have to do this.” He smirked, curling his finger in a come hither gesture.  

I felt my pulse pound and I tried not to let his words get to my head. He was flirting , yes but it was a joke. He was joking with me because the very idea of being with me was a joke to him. 

And I couldn’t forget that. 

Rolling my eyes, I pulled on the lock a couple more times to make sure the door was well locked. 

“Shall we leave?” He prompted watching me wrestle the backpack onto my shoulders. I grunted under the weight. 

“Of course. Let’s go.” 

We walked in silence for a few seconds.

“So, how’s he doing? With stuff?” Jungkook asked gently and I felt warmth bloom in my chest. 

“He’s very advanced for his age Jungkook. You’ve done a wonderful job with him. He’s able to read and he has a beautiful l writing hand. He’s learned his multiplication tables all the way up to seven and he has the voice of an angel. Which I think he gets from you. ” I smiled, reaching out to brush the back of Joowon’s head. 

Jungkook smiled softly, the late evening sun painting his perfect features in a soft golden glow. 

“Your father was kind enough to support me the first few years when i had him. I didn’t trust anyone enough to leave him with them and well... i needed to put a roof over our head.” He sighed . 

I touched his arm, giving it a small squeeze.

“I understand. I’m glad you’re here. He’ll grow up well in our clan.   “

“And he has a lot of excellent men to look up to here...He needs a good role model, someone kind and amazing who can inspire him to be hardworking and fair. ” He smiled.

I bit my lips.

“I think he’s had that all along. ” I said quietly.

Jungkook’s breath caught for a second and the air between us changed. I licked my lips. 

“Jungkook you’re a good father. You know that right?” I said after a few more seconds of silence. 

He laughed.

“Am I really? I wonder.” 

“He loves you.” I breathed , “  You’re all he talks about.... Today, one of the other kids tried to say that his father was brave because he helped someone who was stuck in an elevator. you know what Joowon did? He listed some twenty different incidents where you’ve helped people out....And he looked so proud.”

Jungkook’s ear looked red in the brightly lit garden. 

“i was just doing my job. Most of those times, I was in danger.” He grunted. 

“And yet, you did the right thing. “ I whispered. “ And your son was watching. And he’s learned the importance of doing the right thing even when you’re scared. That’s a life lesson that isn’t easy to learn.”

“Can’t disagree with that.” He chuckled. I grabbed his arm forcing him to stop. 

I had to tell him this. 

 “ Jungkook, when immortality is on the plate, people don’t give much value to morals. They don’t always care about doing the right thing.... . Its how our kind functions. Consequences don’t mean much when you have a whole eternity to fix your mistakes.....So I always admire vampires who value morals. “ I smiled, “ To see a five year old with such a well formed moral compass... it tells me that you’re an amazing father. Possibly the best I’ve ever met. “ I reached out, to hold his hand, wanting to touch him in some way, to make him believe that I was completely honest. 

“Sera!!!!!!” My sister’s voice made me jump and Jungkook stepped away as well. 

“Dad told me you’re going on a date? I’ve picked out an outfit for you!! But you need to take a shower! You cannot show up smelling like diapers and spit-up.” She called. 

I groaned. 

“Time for the ugly duckling to transform into a swan, I see?” He said gently. 

“Your son’s favorite fairytale.” I whispered.

“He makes me read it every night.” 

“I would like to sit in on that someday.” I laughed.

His eyes met mine. 

“You’re always welcome, Ms Hwang,” He smiled politely. “ Someday soon maybe your kids and my son would be friends.” 

And just like that the wall grew between us. 

His kids and my kids. 

Not our kids because he wasn’t for me. 

He would never be for me. 

I felt the sudden inexplicable urge to cry. 

Turning away, I began following my sister as she waved to me. . 

“I’ll be at your door at seven.” He called out behind me. 

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[taylorlynn-art]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28389981/chapters/69563280

✨ “Untouchable” ✨

Digital drawing ✍🏻 04/14/2021

Drops of Starlight

By: StrawberryMoonRose

Summary:

It's the year 2000 and Crystal Tokyo never came to be. The Starlights visit Earth to find Usagi raising baby Chibi-Usa on her own. Seiya struggles to admit she wants to be more than just friends, while Usagi's old feelings for Seiya resurface. But is that the worst of their problems when a new threat has followed them and ghosts from the past return?

Chapter 1: Back in the Atmosphere

📖

What's this sudden burst of energy? It can't be. Those three have left the planet? Yes, it seems. Left their Princess in the hands of the others. What fools. As I suspected, they have no idea they just provided me with the opening I need, the opening I've been waiting all these years for.

Fighter... Healer... Maker... I hope you enjoy your journey to Earth.

Because I'm coming with. And I'll be waiting for you there.

Waiting for the perfect chance...

🌏

The trip from Kinmoku left Sailor Star Fighter buzzing when they landed. After what felt like minutes, but she knew was days of galactic travel to another star system, they were here.

Earth. More specifically, Tokyo, Japan. The year 2000. And apparently winter because snowflakes danced down around them like confetti. Seiya stumbled back, blinded by the sudden brightness. The crisp city air of this planet almost took her back instantly. It had been seven years since they'd left this very same rooftop. So much had happened, so many years passed. But for a moment, it seemed only seconds ago.

“I'll never get used to that trip," Sailor Star Maker complained. She pinched the crease between her eyebrows as if massaging away a headache.

Sailor Star Healer chattered her teeth animatedly. She hugged her petite frame with her leather gloved arms. "Damn! S-S-Some weather here. Ugh."

Fighter stared at the spot before them, the same spot she had stood that last time they'd seen each other... Doused in the golden hour sunset, the blonde had glowed like an angel. That black cat Yaten had a thing for, draped around her shoulder like a scarf... What was her name again? Oh yeah, Luna.

The icy air rose goosebumps to Fighter's exposed skin. Their sailor guardian outfits were not suitable for this kind of temperatures.

"Let's let our transformations go," Fighter instructed.

"Are we using our previous disguises?" asked Maker.

Healer wrinkled her nose. "Ugh, not this time. You know how much I hated being a boy. It's been so long, I don't think I could get used to it again."

Fighter chuckled. "Well, there really is no need to disguise ourselves as the Three Lights anymore. Actually, it's probably best we take on our true forms. We still might be recognized if we're men."

"Agreed," Maker said.

In unison the three Sailor Starlights were enveloped in a flash of light that disappeared as quickly as it came.

"Ah, much better." Yaten tugged on the fluffy earmuffs and brushed a whisp of silver bangs off her face with her mittens.

"I'm glad I listened to you about dressing warm, Taiki!" Seiya said. "You were right. Even though it was hot as hell in this getup when we left our planet."

"Naturally, Seiya." The tall brunette smiled and flipped her scarf over her shoulder. Somewhere in the distance "Jingle Bells" could be heard playing.

"So now what?" Yaten said impatiently. "We don't exactly belong in high school anymore, so maybe we should get off school property?"

"Good point," Seiya agreed. Three twenty-something women hanging out on the Juban High School roof would definitely seem odd.

The trio headed down the stairs, moving quickly, but silently. It wasn't until they reached the bottom level that they realized the school was nearly deserted and the coast was clear.

It must be a Friday around 4 o'clock, Seiya thought as they slipped past one of the club rooms that echoed voices mentioning the words "manga" and "did you read the latest issue of...?" Seiya smiled inwardly. Crazy after all these years I still remember a detail like that. Bun Head used to get so excited for manga club at the end of each week.

The Starlights made it off school property without any suspicious looks and followed the sidewalks of Tokyo across town. The city was for the most part, as they remembered it. Civilian bundled up and walking fast through traffic lights, sirens blaring in the distance, the occasional honking vehicle.

"Where are you two headed first?" Seiya asked, her hands in her pockets. She could see her breath when she spoke.

"We'll make do, Seiya," Taiki said slowly, knowingly. "See what state our apartment is in above our old studio... Perhaps eat at that favorite diner of mine. Then look for the girls downtown... After all, this impromptu visit wasn't exactly planned out by a travel guide. We couldn't let them know we were coming in advance, so we'll just have to find them the old fashioned way. I'm confident I can get in contact with Ami somehow or another, wherever she is these days.”

Seiya stalled. “Okay, sounds good.”

There were a couple beats of heavy silence.

"Just go see her, Seiya," Yaten blurted before she could help it. A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of her pale lips. "We know that's what you want to do."

Seiya ducked her head, grinning in relief. "Thanks. I'll catch up with you guys in a while."

🏡

Twenty minutes later, Seiya stood before the old two-story white home with clay shingles. The white fence obscured her view, but green shrubbery still peeked out, dusted in a fresh layer of snow that resembled powdered sugar.

Just as I remember it, she thought to herself with a nostalgic smile. Seiya half expected the bun-headed girl to appear on the balcony in pajamas and the raspberry-haired toddler in bunny jammies on one hip.

A distant longing echoed in her heart for both of them. And suddenly Seiya wanted nothing more than to see them in person, though she knew Chibi Chibi had returned to wherever she had come from on that long ago day.

This is it, Bun Head. I'm here. How are you? What have you been up to all these years? Did you miss me? Tell me everything. I can't wait!

Seiya pushed open the gate and strode right up to the front door and pressed the doorbell before she changed her mind. She rocked slightly on her heels while she waited for an answer.

I can't believe I'm about to see her again. What do I say? It's probably fine to go in for a hug, right?

"Coming!" an unfamiliar voice echoed. Before Seiya could second guess herself, the door swung open and a woman in her late forties stood before her. Even with her purple hair and tall frame, Seiya recognized the warmth in her confused eyes.

Bun Head's mother.

"Oh. Um, is Bun-. Uh, Usagi home?" Seiya found herself blushing all of a sudden. What am I, still a sixteen year old boy?

Ikuko Tsukino dried her hands on her apron while eyeing Seiya from head to toe. Seiya wondered what she thought of her Kinmokian fashion - dark trousers, red fleece unisex coat, knit cap and gloves. It the closest thing to Earth's fashion she had back home.

"Um, no. She moved out after the wedding last fall. She's still in that apartment of theirs, despite everything. I keep trying to convince her to move back home, but that girl..."

"Oh." Seiya sucked in a quick breath of air. It froze her lungs in an instant. Her heart beat in double time. Wedding?

"Say, you look quite familiar. Forgive me, I'm awful with names anymore."

Seiya hesitated. "Yes, I went to high school with her. I've been overseas for quite some time now.. I haven't been able to be in touch unfortunately. I didn't know she was married, but... I mean, that does make sense. I guess a lot has happened..."

"That's for sure," Ikuko muttered. Her body language shifted, one hand on her hip and her head shook ever so slightly in what came across as disgust.

The Starlight a tiny step back, confused by her reaction. "Well, thank you, Mrs. Tsukino, for your help. Sorry to bother you."

"No problem at all, darling. It's 630B Hoshino Avenue, by the way. By the Crescent movie theater." Her eyes crinkled when she smiled. Seiya had never met Usagi's mother before, but she was exactly as she would have imagined. She had an overall warm presence.

"I appreciate it." Seiya gave a small bow, a gesture that felt natural after all this time. "It was nice to meet you."

"You too - Oh, honey, I still didn't catch your name."

"It's Seiya. Seiya Kou."

Ikuko paused and leaned against the doorframe, keeping as much of the December air out as possible. "Oh, that does ring a bell. Hey, wasn't there a boy band Usagi used to listen to all the time... The Three Lights! Yes, I think the lead singer had the same name. Huh, what a coincidence."

Seiya smiled. "What a coincidence indeed."

❄️

The apartment complex was a looming steel building with fifteen floors. Smack in the middle of a busy, noisy part of downtown. Not at all where Seiya expected Usagi to be living.

Of course she wouldn't still live at that comfy little home I remember. She's what, twenty-three now? Same as me... It's only natural she'd be married too. I mean, we all knew it was inevitable. I shouldn't be surprised. I need to be happy for her.

Seiya pulled her knit hat lower. But how come you didn't invite me to the wedding, Bun Head? I would have been there. On one of the happiest days of your life... I would have wanted to be there for you.

Seiya walked fast through the entrance and headed for the elevator. She decided right then and there to swallow the pain and push it deep down for now. This spontaneous trip was supposed to be fun. Not drenched in old heartache and jealousy. She was over all that. Seiya knew she was caught in a one-sided love. Time turned those flames to embers, but being here again, in this world full of vivid memories was flooding back all her teenage emotions.

This isn't about that, Seiya insisted to herself. I'm your friend, Bun Head. I just want the best for you, always. That will never change.

The elevator music caught her by surprise. She was so lost in thought she didn't hear it at first. The Three Lights’ lead single, "Search For Your Love" drifted out of the speakers softly. It made her feel warm and nostalgic.

Seiya couldn't help but smile. If that's not a sign, I don't know what is.

Ding! Seiya stepped off at the eight floor and before she knew it, she was standing in front of Usagi's apartment door.

Here goes nothing. The Starlight knocked twice and stuffed her hands in her pockets. Please don't let Mamoru answer. I just want to see her... She held her breath and counted to ten. She could have sworn she heard a baby crying, but maybe it was coming from another unit.

Footsteps thudded, accompanied by a high pitched, "Coming...!"

And just like that, there she was. Golden hair tied into her signature bun head style. Wide ocean-blue eyes lighting up like holiday lights as they fell on Seiya.

"Hey, Bun Head. Did ya miss me?"

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[aethelflaedladyofmercia]

The Ritual of Propagation: The Third Generation

(Wow the second chapter of my fic, "The Ritual of Propagation" posted this Friday and forgot to share on my Tumblr!)

The First Generation of angels were created by God.

Then came the Rebellion, and Lucifer and his Dissidents were cast out to the farthest reaches of the universe.

The Second Generation of angels grew on the wings of the Archangels and the Angels of Creation who carried the Spark of Life, replacing those who had been lost in the Rebellion.

Then came the War, as the Dissidents returned, to reclaim their place in Heaven and seize control of all Creation.

And so, as more Soldiers were lost in the ensuing fight, a Third Generation was needed...

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Crowley learns of Aziraphale's contributions to rebuilding the Legions of Heaven, and does not take it nearly as well as Aziraphale had expected. Or, perhaps, Aziraphale begins the long, painful process of acknowledging that maybe there was something not right about the whole situation?

Rated M.

Content Warnings: This fic is about r*pe, forced pr*gnancy, and contains references to miscarriages, as well as the usual emotional abuse and gaslighting. Aziraphale is in deep denial of the abuse he suffered. Please heed the warnings and tags!

Excerpt below contains Crowley's initial reaction to learning about Aziraphale's activities in the War...

“I… wait.” Crowley pressed his palms against his eyes. “You what?”

“It was during the War,” Aziraphale explained patiently, hands folded on his lap. “Your side had, well, ‘done a number on us,’ as they say. We needed to rebuild our strength.”

“But…” He stood up, started pacing. “But Guardians don’t have the Spark of Life, barely half the Angels of Creation have it!”

“So many?” Aziraphale had only known of twenty or so, plus the Archangels, and hadn’t thought there was more than twice that number all told. But half the Angels of Creation? How odd. “Regardless, I didn’t need the Spark. I used theirs.”

“Whose?” Poor dear looked as confused as if Aziraphale had admitted to flying with another’s wings. But of course, he wouldn’t know how it worked, they’d hardly shared such news with the enemy.

“Well, that’s rather a difficult question. Let’s see. Our first clutch—just two or three, to see how they grew—we were paired with some of the Angels of Creation—”

“Who?” Crowley’s fists tightened at his side, pale and shaking, eyes wild. “Tell me which of those bastards—”

“Crowley!” Rising from his chair, Aziraphale crossed the room and tried to take his husband’s hand. “My dearest, please, it was a long time ago. It hardly matters. I—I hope you aren’t jealous.”

Golden eyes searched his face, and slowly Crowley began to relax. “No. If you were—If…” He wrapped his arms around Aziraphale, pulling him into a tight embrace. “As long as they didn’t… didn’t hurt you, I don’t care who you chose.”

Chose was certainly too strong a term, but that wasn’t important now.

“I was perfectly safe,” Aziraphale assured him, rubbing Crowley’s back where his wings would sprout. It usually made him smile, but today some of the tension remained. “Safer than I would have been on the battlefield, you know. And… and quite honored for my service.”

They gave little badges for meeting particular milestones, which Aziraphale had kept in a neat row on a table beside his sword, gathering dust.

“How did it happen?” Crowley asked, finally sinking back onto the sofa. He still looked anxious so Aziraphale sat beside him, clasping his hand. “I mean, it was—it was rare. I think I only ever saw two or three angels successfully propagate. And each of them did all the…” he gestured uncertainly. “Did everything alone.”

Aziraphale managed not to laugh at his husband’s confusion. “It’s quite simple. I have the ability to meld my True Form with another’s, briefly, on the astral plane. While we mingle, if I perform the ritual while my… my partner provides the Spark, well, it’s almost as if I had the Spark myself. Then I carried the little Soldiers on my wings until they were mature, and someone would collect them and bring them for training.”

“You make it sound easy.”

“It was. Honestly, dear, there was hardly anything to it.”

“And… and…” his brow furrowed again. “How did they… turn out?”

“Hmm? Oh, quite well. Lively, healthy little things, running around my feathers. The medics always said they were some of the strongest among all the younglings gestated. Apparently, I was quite good at it.”

“No, I mean… after they were… were brought into being. Born. Matured. Whatever you called it.”

“Ah.” Aziraphale shrugged. “I don’t actually know. My job was to incubate, not train. Once they detached, well, I never saw them again.”

“Aziraphale.” He was turning pale again. “You…They took your children?”

“Now don’t be ridiculous.” What a demonic way of looking at things. “They weren’t children, they were angels. And they were God’s angels, just like any others. No, I just carried them for a while.”

“You—” Crowley pushed his hands against his eyes again. “Hold on.”

“It’s really quite simple,” he went on, wanting to make sure Cowley was clear on this point. “God would… would plant the new angels in our wings, like seeds, and they would grow, sharing our essence, until they were ready to detach.”

“That…” his husband swallowed, still not looking up. “I mean, it sounds like a pregnancy.”

That elicited a laugh from him. “Oh… metaphorically, I suppose. If you also want to say your garden is pregnant in the spring after you do your planting. No more than that.”

“But the garden isn’t… it’s not aware. It doesn’t understand what children are, doesn’t miss them when they’re taken away.”

“Nor did I. Perhaps it was different for you Angels of Creation, seeing all the animals you created grow in—in packs and herds and whatnot. I was a Soldier, and I thought like a Soldier. These were just… new recruits, as it were. Reinforcements for the front lines.”

“You… I…”

Aziraphale rested a hand on his knee, smiling. “Darling. I promise, it was just a—a duty I fulfilled, one of many things I did during the War. No more than that. Yes, it had its rewards, but… but there was never any…” He gently took Crowley’s hands, pulling them down to meet his husband’s eyes. “But we, darling, we could have that. A clutch of younglings we care for in whatever way we want. Little angels who can always be with us, who we can keep safe in ways that… that we can’t for humans.” He swallowed. “A… a family, if you like.”

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[essaysbyciara]

Old Habits Die Hard | Part Nine: Stuck In My Ways

SYNOPSIS | PART ONE: DAYS BEFORE | PART TWO: JUST BE GOOD TO ME | PART THREE: RECOGNIZE THE BUTTERFLIES | PART FOUR: DOWN THE STAIRS AND TO YOUR LEFT| PART FIVE: JUST KNOW | PART SIX: JUST & RIGHTEOUS | PART SEVEN: BACKSEAT | PART EIGHT: WEAK IN THE KNEES

Warnings: Language, lightweight mentions of sexual situations, mention of marijuana use

The penultimate chapter of Old Habits Die Hard! Whew, this has been a long one but we’re down to the final two parts of a story that kicked my ass lol. Taglist is STILL OPEN for the finale if you want to get in while it’s hot! Love you all, you beautiful people. 

STUCK IN MY WAYS

“Aye, yo shor- how long you in the city?”

Maleek’s -- or Leek -- introduction last summer was a scary one. Standing outside of papi’s, draped under Dave’s arm,  Dave and his crew stopped their conversations as a midnight blue Caprice classic creeped up to the edge of the corner. Everyone, including Dave, grew on guard, their demeanors ceasing to exist at the drop of a hat because a never-before-seen whip with barely-legal tinted windows came to a complete stop. As the passenger’s side window dropped, Dave whispered to you to go inside of the store to grab him something to eat, his favorite: turkey hoagie, everything on it. You could hear the growl in his undertone as if it was an order. You obliged out of a fright only to hear laughter mere seconds later once Leek’s solid body came bouncing out of the sunroof to one of his latest tracks.

Leek was the neighborhood rapper. He spent thirty minutes or so showing his videos on YouTube the one night you were in the studio with him and his crew. He was dope, you couldn’t lie. Built like a linebacker, Leek’s full ahki beard and super tatted-up upper body was a bad one. You caught yourself fantasizing about how bad Leek could really be but quickly remember that Dave got to you first. Thank God.

“Only for today, Leek. I’m heading back down tonight.”

“Damn. Dope of you to come up for your mans.”

You’d small talk Leek except he’s cutting into your homework of trying to figure out your getaway from this party to wherever Dave wanted to take you. Dave still lingered upstairs as you bobbed and weaved through the party to find Yahya. You were hoping that in the time it would take for you to get through Dave’s extended-extended family, you could come up with an excuse to get away for a few hours.

You could fake a  run to the beauty supply store for some braiding hair but the stores back home were good and hood enough to find the yaki you needed. You promised to take Yahya to papi’s for that hoagie, so no store run could be in order. Your entire family is at Pardi’s house so no “run up to my cousins house right quick” would work. You keep thinking of what to say as Dave rips another message through your DMs. It’s an address and an agreement to meet in thirty minutes.

“Oh, Dave? Yeah. I’m happy he’s home.”

“Who else you think I was talking about? Y’all still down, right?”

Leek’s inquiry throws you off guard. You knew he had a lightweight crush on you -- Dave once joked that he could see Leek’s mouth hit the floor when you walked into the studio that night -- but now the boldness to ask your status in this moment is taking you back to a DM from Leek that you deleted but never told Dave about.

“Dave and I? We’re cool. We ain’t down like we were but we’re cool. My fiance’ helped Dave with his case. That’s why I’m here.”

Leek notices the blinding engagement ring you ignored up until this moment and suddenly, so do you. It’s the first time in hours that you remembered your  man at home and like Chante’ Moore said, “he’s been good…” to you. Your conscience hurries you to dead your quest to find quiet time with Dave. You wouldn’t be on your best behavior; there would be no guarantees that Dave would stand on the right side of history. Upstairs, for that brief moment, your lips touched Dave’s neck and almost caught a bite. Dave used to love that move, digging deeper into you as you almost broke skin so he could commence to breaking your back. You fell into his body by mistake but his hands knew what they were doing. Tracing your stripes down to the seam of your panties was intentional. You pooled at the idea of him taking them off.

You aren’t naive. You wanted Dave and he wanted you. The moment was beyond brief yet beyond impactful. Leek’s unforeseen act as an impromptu guardian angel stops you from making the worst mistake of your life.

“Ahh, congrats ma!” Leek reluctantly goes in for a brotherly-esque hug. You give him a church hug in return, that side hug catching Yahya’s attention as he exits the backyard area to  look for you. He grabs your wrist as you release Leek from your innocent clutches.

“Excuse me, brotha ... [Y/N], you ready to go?” You quickly nod your head up and down in the direction of your forever. Leek didn’t like the way your man cut into his moment but he hastily concedes after you tap your hand on his chest and send your well wishes.

“We still heading over to that hoagie spot, right?” Yahya tapping his stomach as he grabs the car keys from his left pocket.  “I’m dying. And Ms. Gwen’s food looked smackin’. Took me a lot to not go in, baby girl…”

“You could’ve ate. We’ll be up here again.”

“Nah, nah. The way you were talking about this damn sandwich. I want a hit.”  

Dave’s message feels like an afterthought as you jump into the passenger seat. Your meetup was only twenty minutes away but you broke the spell of Dave and tried to forget.  A light tap on the passenger side window wakes you up.

“Y’all leaving already?! Damn.” Uncle Trace daps Yahya through the car window, a mix of weed and Polo Red wafting past your nose.

“Yeah, Unc…” Yahya’s salutation makes your heart smile. “...we gotta get back to homebase.”

“Aight, king. Get my niece home safe. Love you, [Y/N].”

As you direct Yahya to the cornerstone named papi’s, you couldn’t help but  stare at the way he commanded the streets. The potholes that got the best of him the last time he came here are no match for him today. He’s even driving with one hand, something he never did before -- or that you never peeped. His level of comfort on the side of town that you also call home is reminding you right before your eyes that you’re the luckiest girl in the world. All from calling your Uncle Trace by a pet name.

You find a spot close to papi’s and walk in with enough time. Yahya commands for you to order for him and you obey: turkey hoagie, everything on it. You order a chicken cheesesteak, wrapping your arms around Yahya’s waist as you both small talk about the week ahead. You weren’t letting go for anything in this world. Yahya briefly lets go to grab two Tahitian Treats out of the cooler. His big hands grab the drinks, hoagies and you up to the counter.

“Let me get two vanilla dutches, please.”

“Yah- what you doing?  You don’t smoke.”

“I usually don’t. Don’t mean I haven’t. I’m tryna finish this weekend out right. We still celebrating.”

“That’s fine but who the hell you get the weed from?”

“Unc.”

Unbeknownst to you, that dap between included an eighth of silver haze.

“Oh, this is it. You ain’t coming around my family anymore. Nope.”

“I’m Jerri’s favorite. You can’t do that…”

Dave doesn’t know what to do. It’s been some time since your message and you haven’t sent an “OK” or any signal of your arrival. He paces down the steps and out the door, running into Trace talking on the steps to Dave’s uncle, Clifford.  He tries ignoring them both but Trace isn’t having it.

“Yo, you leaving your own party, man?”

“My bad, Trace. I gotta make a run up Olney real quick for something. I’ll be back though…” Dave’s last words trail in the air as he walks down the street toward papi’s. Somehow Trace’s old self catches up to him.

“Bruh, slow down. You just got home…” Somehow Trace’s reminder does indeed slow Dave down. He’s been moving too fast since you agreed to meet up with him. He can’t keep up with his mind.

Dave didn’t know what to do when you sent that message. He felt a semblance of guilt for touching your spot, for letting your body fall into his, for staring at you as if he wasn’t going to see you again. For all the thoughts he had as you both sat in the same room where he’d coax the devil out of your body night after night. He was willing to risk it all only if you wanted it. Your message answered his prayer.

“Yeah, Trace. I know. I just gotta get out the house for a second too…”

“Oh, no doubt. They think that once you out, you wanna see the world. You just want the world to know you good, that’s it.” Trace’s wisdom plummets Dave.

It’s been his truth since he got home from jail. He didn’t want to be surrounded by the people who didn’t check on him or his mother; the people who ignored Pardi’s angered Facebook posts about Dave’s situation. People who donated to the bail fund out of guilt, not out of care. The only people who cared to know his fate  were his mother, Pardi, Trace, Yahya and you, even if you never reached out. He knew you to be the catalyst to his freedom even if you at one time secretly fought it.

You walked up those steps to his old room to see if he was okay. You knew that large crowds made him skittish. Something within you broke the rules to see if he needed a safe space to be. That summer, you were that. Dave unleashed his heart out to you in ways that even his mother would never see. Despite what seemed different about you, you weren’t afraid of his story. He felt close to you, letting you into a world that you didn’t know but could feel.

Dave wanted one more chance to feel you. Yahya be damned.

Watching Yahya yell  salutations to him and Trace from his car window as he drives by gut checks Dave. And makes him wonder if you’re with him. That would deviate from the plan that you created and Dave was on his way to fulfill.

“This is the best shit I’ve ever had, [Y/N]. You weren’t lyin’. Bruh…” Yahya delightfully wipes the last of the mayonnaise from the side of his mouth.

“Told you!”

“They should cater the wedding. I’m not playing.”

The unseasonably warm evening meets you and Yahya as you stare across at Camden’s waterfront. The pier is popping with families enjoying the last bits of early winter before the clocks strike back and school gets into a full swing. It’s a bit of calm before you two hit I-95 back to what sadly isn’t Chocolate City anymore. Yahya caresses your right knee as you stare over the Delaware. You were beyond ready to get home. Your future husband breaks your gaze. “I meant to ask you. Who was bruh all hugged up on you in the house?”

“Heh. Why?”

“You were church huggin’ him to death but he wasn’t getting a clue at all.”

“Oh that was Maleek, a friend of Dave. No big deal.” You play off Yahya’s somewhat jealous disposition even as it humors you. You rather him ask about Leek than Dave.  “Let me find out you jealous? Look at you.”

“Nah. I just know mad dudes are on you. I trust you though.” Up until an hour ago, he didn’t have a reason to do that.

“Dave was too, to be real.” You decide to break down all of the walls. The case was over. You think you’re over Dave. Yahya is minutes into a food coma.

“Well yeah, Jerri told me. Some teenager stuff. I saw those pictures. I’d be chasing you down the hallway too.”

“Boy, please. But no -- remember I told you about that lobbyist dude I dated who damn near ghosted me before we went to the Bahamas? I ended up coming up here for those weeks and Dave and I messed. Nothing serious.”

“You sure? Dude was eyefucking you real crazy at Jerri’s house last Summer.”

“Hold up? You saw that?!” What you thought you hid from Yahya, he saw in plain sight.

“Everybody could, damn.  Heh. It’s all good though. So was I.”

You joust your fingers into Yahya’s side causing him to fall into laughter. Four words suddenly send you into an orgasmic-level of relaxation. Yahya didn’t seem to care. Once you ride off the orgasmic high, you feel insanely stupid. One conversation lessened the guilt of a relationship that lasted two weeks but imprinted onto you for what felt like forever. A moment of repentance overdue coaxes witty banter out of Yahya, not the dissolution of a relationship. It shouldn’t have been this easy.

That’s how u feel?

Your walk back to the car is broken up by a message from Dave. Your lack of a response to his earlier texts told him that you were in the car that Yahya yelled his love from. Your broken promise to break up a happy home slowly breaks Dave’s heart even though he knew better than to break the rules.

You don’t know what to say in response, turning your phone on silent not to alert Yahya’s attention. There’s nothing for you to say. Dave does all the talking for you.

Yo. I’m not some snake ass nigga. I wasnt doin anything with you that you didnt want

You came lookin for me.

I can’t be friends with you?

You wake up to see Dave’s last message sent hours ago. Before you walk into your front door and out of Dave’s life forever, you send your final goodbye.

I don’t think it’s best. I’m sorry.

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[ushidoux]

A Life Well Lived - Bokuto x Reader (Pt. 1)

Summary: An immortal meets a human she’s meant to care for temporarily. ‘Care for’ and ‘temporarily’ are not well defined. (1.7k words)

Warnings: these will change by chapter, but for this one, I guess alcohol

A/N: Hey yall, it’s your girl starting yet another mini-chapter fic, please bear with me. This popped into my head and I got excited, let me know what you think or if I should continue.

When you gaze upon your human the first time, you’re genuinely surprised. 

He is terribly young, to the point that it shocks you, although you’re not sure you’ve ever really experienced ‘shock.’

You cannot estimate exactly how old he is (from your studies, humans age extremely variably) but from the looks of it, he’s somewhere in his early to mid 20s. He looks healthy and happy too, you note, as you sit perched on a large tree, enhanced vision allowing you to pierce through the very ceiling of the large restaurant in which he’s seated and laughing boisterously while he enjoys a dinner with friends that seem to love him dearly.

You scratch your head before turning to your hovering aide called a Companion, a bouncing bright light not unlike any of the stars that hang above in the night sky. Your Companion is a semi-sentient link to the celestial realm from which you were born and is similar to what humans would call pets, albeit more intelligent and able to quickly provide you information; yours, however, tends to be on the quiet side unless you ask it questions. 

Your first question is to confirm that you are indeed looking at the right human. It would be embarrassing if your instructor found out you had been tagging along behind the wrong subject the entire time, leaving your true human defenseless, but you couldn’t say it was the first time it had happened in the history of GA training. Guardian Angel trainees weren’t always selected for promotion strictly based off of their attentiveness, even if it was a crucial requirement for the job. 

<< Companion, am I surveilling the right human? >> You ask, tentatively. Your lips don’t form words, but rather think thoughts that the Companion understands. The light seems to glow a brighter gold then retreats to its normal luminance before replying to your question.

<< Bokuto Koutaro is the one you have been bonded to. Your eyes rest on the correct subject. >>

You frown. It’s not a good thing to have a young subject as a trainee. Trainees work on stints of two to three years maximum, which means that this young man, so full of life and cheer, will not be long for this world if you truly are meant to be his keeper. The fact is a bit upsetting, but you remember that this is the nature of the role you were created to fill. Two years, ten years, twenty years of life was not very much time in the grand scheme of things, anyway. Mortals live relatively short lives regardless.

The moon above you is full, and you continue to watch him carefully in the light, still settled weightlessly on the same tree branch and humming quietly to yourself as the night progresses. He’s drunk, you realize once he finally leaves the building, and a young man whose name he mumbles intermittently - Akaashi, is it? - is all but carrying him into a cab and leading him home. You giggle as Koutaro burps loudly into Akaashi’s face while he attempts to push him into the vehicle. 

Humans are so funny.

When the car starts to leave, you stretch out your wings and glide through the dim sky, your Companion besides you, to follow your human to his home. 

It turns out to be a short trip towards a modestly sized apartment building, and Koutaro stumbles out and makes his way safely to the elevator and all the way up until his front door. He struggles to find his key card in his wallet, which he drops more than once, but eventually he makes his way in. You notice a couple of loose bills he drops on the ground and decide to pick them up for him and drop them on his kitchen counter. 

Koutaro does not take off his shoes at the door, but he kicks them off right before he collapses onto his couch instead of his bed, and they go flying in your direction, you phasing in and out of your physical form just in time so that they don’t hit you square in the chest. You think that you probably shouldn’t stay in this form, but you’re bored of floating and sit instead on his kitchen counter.

He falls asleep almost instantly, laid on his belly and snoring loudly, one arm dangling off of the couch.

You’re surprised he can slip out of consciousness that quickly, but he really is quite inebriated. Usually at this time, you can give yourself a little break and allow your Companion to monitor for any sudden changes while you find something else to do to pass the time other than stare at him, but instead you watch him sleep a little longer.

The young man is fascinating. Granted, you haven’t had experience with tons of humans before this, but he’s notable. First of all, he’s larger in frame than the average human, and his hair is an unusual color and shape. His eyes, when open, are gold like your Companion, and his smile is warm. 

His snore is really quite loud though, but suddenly it stops and for a moment you are nervous he’s stopped breathing. You go over to check and roll him onto his back, not bothering to shroud yourself in invisibility immediately thereafter because there’s absolutely no way he’ll wake up with how soundly he’s asleep.

Until he does.

Bokuto’s golden eyes shoot open in the dark, and suddenly he’s staring right at you, and those same eyes become wide like saucers.

He gasps and you gasp, and immediately out of panic, you disappear.

You jump up in the air, letting your wings flap once to create distance between you, even though his frantically searching eyes can no longer see you now that you’ve shrouded yourself from view, and you watch him sober up immediately as he tries to come to terms with what he just saw.

He flips on all the lights, looking frantically for the spirit appearing like a young woman who just hovered mere inches from his face, and his heart is pounding - you can hear it from here - while you continue to float, unsure if you should leave him alone for now and escape back to your realm.

You’ve royally fucked up. Maybe he’ll forget because he’s drunk, you hope, biting your lip.

Instead, he calls a friend.

“There’s a ghost in my room!” He yells. Your ears are tuned to the other end of the phone where you can hear a groggy, exasperated voice remind him that it’s 3am and hang up the phone promptly. It’s the same friend from earlier; it seems like his fright today is not out of the realm of his usual antics.

Bokuto looks absolutely panicked now and sits back on the couch, legs pulled into his chest. You wonder if he’ll actually die from fright, so pale he now seems as he looks around, unable to sleep.

Maybe you take a little bit of pity on him, because you turn off your Companion who helps you but also monitors your every move, and decide disaffectedly to break the rules again. It’s only meant to be for a moment, just to assuage his fears, and you drop yourself back to the ground and reveal yourself.

“Don’t be afraid,” you say in a small, gentle voice, as you stand before him. “... I’m not a ghost.”

You’re not exactly sure what more to say after that. The young man’s eyes are wide, incredibly wide again, and his mouth takes the form of an O as he takes you in.

Your wings are not very large but they’re not small either and they’re untucked, and you realize he’s staring at those rather than your face.

“... Angel?!” He exclaims.

You nod, perhaps too solemnly, and he looks like he’s about to faint.

“I’m dying, aren’t I? I’m fucking dying! I drank too much and I’m fucking dead! I’m dead, I’m dead, I’m dead!” He is now wailing, no longer looking at you, but burying his face in the couch cushions dramatically. 

You approach slowly, not sure what to do with a crying human, and he gets up suddenly and looks at you pitifully.

“Heaven or hell?”

“What?” You repeat, and he doesn’t seem phased by the fact that you, a stranger with wings and a halo are speaking to him, but rather that his life is coming to an end.

“Am I going to hell? I think I shoplifted once when I was a kid… Some grapes! I stole some grapes and I’m going to hell for that, aren’t I?!”

His lower lip is quivering and he’s waiting for an answer, but before you can speak, he is wailing again.

“Give me another chance!!! I didn’t know better and I was hungry!”

You’re stunned, and then a little flustered. For goodness’ sake...

“Y-you’re not dying!” You finally exclaim.

He’s back in sorts for just a moment, and blinks, looking at you with surprise.

“I’m not?”

Not yet, anyway, you think. You clear your throat.

“I-I’m your guardian angel.”

As soon as that comes out of your mouth, you wince, because you already know that you’re breaking too many rules at once, even if your Companion is turned off and can’t report you. You’re not exactly sure why you’re telling him the truth like this in the first place, but the sight of the crying human gets to you, especially since you feel bad for what is yet to come for him.

Before you know it, he’s reached out for you surprisingly fast, and to your shock, he now holds your face in his hands. His hands are large, gentle and warmer than anything you’ve ever felt in your life. You can hear his heartbeat through his palms. It pounds.

You don’t have a heart, but if you did, you think it would have stopped. There’s a split second of wonder that you detect from his golden eyes as he drinks your face in, confirming that you are indeed real and he is not dreaming. Even in the dark, you can see redness form on his cheeks anew, still from the alcohol that he consumed too freely hours earlier. Probably.

It occurs to you that something again is very wrong, this feeling of doom that seems to arise from inside you, even though you are immortal and this is a human destined to die.

He’s too bold. There’s too much intensity in his eyes.

You fade into nothingness and disappear for the night.