#he should be able to shake people around in his mouth like a dog with one of those rope toys

[magnetic-tide]

we should let yanni kill people

[raven-cincaide]

Post Canon! Yuuji wants to be a university student. He says that after all the war and loss he needs to catch up on rest and just be human- like the rest of them. He blames Nobara’s insatiable nagging about ‘finally being around people with taste’ and excuses it by saying that Megumi needs to find someone to love- whether the brooding guy wants it or not. However, in truth he misses the carefree school life. And he knows they all need a break from curses. So, after a lot of nagging from his side, the trio sent in their uni applications minutes before the deadline. 

Post Canon! Yuuji is dead set on living his best life in the coming three years. To study “something” while attending every book and nerd club with Megumi, every frat party and adventure with Nobara, and hell, maybe show off some of his god-given sports skills he shunned in high school. After all, girls still dug that sort of thing even at uni- the entire ‘jocks’ and ‘athletes’ persona, right?! 

Post Canon! Yuuji is determined to experience everything being a ‘normal guy’ could get him. He intends to make new friends, be social, live life and get laid as much as possible. Be single and date until he is sick of romance. But most importantly, he wants these three years to be about him, his wants, his needs, and to be a bit goddamn selfish for once. 

At least, that is the plan he declares to his friends as they step onto campus, Nobara and Megumi rolling their eyes at him before heading to get their schedules. While Post Canon! Yuuji headed straight to the housing office because he’d rather be Sukuna’s vessel again than drive two hours daily from campus to the Jujutsu dorms. 

Post Canon! Yuuji sees you, the administrative assistant so far from his usual type, and instantly knows his plans go straight out the window. He shuffles closer to you and the large desk you’re seated at, mouth dry and hands shaking like a teenager as he places his papers and ID on the table before you. He greets you with a shaky smile he hopes doesn’t look like a grimace. “H-Hi! I’m here for house- housing!” God, he sounds like such a noob. 

Post Canon! Yuuji can’t help the genuine grin that splits his face as you flash him a look that so clearly reads ‘obviousely’ before typing away at the computer. The way you act instantly reminds him of Megumi and Nobara, and he feels more at ease around you. 

Then, addressing him like an idiot feels familiar and almost like coming home: “Here is your copy of the contract and the key. You’re in the main dorms, in a single room on the second floor. recycling at the entrance, and the kitchen at the end of the same hall.” You explain, pointing out the location of his room on a map and then the location of the kitchen as if he was so helpless he wouldn’t be able to find it without your guidance.

 “Anything else?” You ask yet it sounds more like a common phrase you utter, expecting a ‘no’ and turning back to your computer to prepare for the next poor sod with a task a glorified monkey could do

But Post Canon! Yuuji isn’t ready to let you go. He wants more of your attention, so he says the first thing on his mind; ”Aww, man, a dorm room? Are you sure? I-I mean, I’m certain I booked a flat!-” Yuji rushes to put on his biggest puppy dog eyes- the kind Nobara says makes him look like a wet dog- “Can you check again? Please? Me and my friends are not from around here, and If I’ve fucked up on housing- man they’ll kill me–” Yuuji rushes out a full-on water-works story, he’s even impressed with himself, maybe he should take up theatre.

Or not, but hey at least it keeps your attention on him.

Post Canon! Yuuji drinks in you and studies every feature of you. From the dark daggers you glare at him, then to the way your eyes grow mild with pity, to how you bite your lips in thought until he’s sure he’ll recognise you anywhere, just by your looks or voice alone.

“I’m sorry, you booked a dorm room, and no flats are available at the moment” you put on that fake work-voice that instantly makes Yuuji’s face fall. He likes your real voice- mean tone and all- a lot better. 

Post Canon! Yuuji looks like a kicked puppy as he slowly gathers his stuff from your desk. He barely registers the look of surprise on your face, as if you expected him to talk back to you or pester you instead of politely accepting your words the way he does. But he notes how your expression shifts into hesitation and finally determination. 

Post Canon! Yuuji is about to leave when you clear your throat to get his attention. Then, you lean over the desk separating, you two. “You know..” your voice is quiet, clearly not wanting the gathering students in the lobby to hear you, “Not all the apartment keys are gathered yet so there could still come in a cancellation in the next few days... you’re welcome by to check-” 

Post Canon! Yuuji grins widely- the widest he has grinned in many years. “I’ll be here tomorrow!” he declares before being forced to leave your small office as your boss draws your attention away. But Yuuji swears to himself he will be there tomorrow, the day after, and the next day after. As long as it means he can talk to you, if only for a little bit. 

But first,Post Canon! Yuuji needs to figure out what to do if he actually gets a flat through you. Could he bribe Nobara and Megumi to share the costs with him? Maybe post a ‘room for rent’ ad?

Ohh, well, Post Canon! Yuuji decides, with a skip in his step, he’ll cross that bridge when he gets there. After all, he reasons, you have to do some insane things for love, right?! 

Author note: Thank you so so much, @ravester, for asking for a Yuuji-centric post canon hcs I hope this meets your expectations <3

And for the rest of the wonderful readers, what do you think? We have a Megumi one and a Yuuji one, do we need a Nobara one as well?

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A Proper Fight (part 17)

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Danny and Dan stood on air across from each other, above the clouds where the atmosphere would be too thin for anyone who actually needed to breath. Danny shifted, flexing his hands and waiting for Dan to come to him, though it was taking longer then he had expected it to. Dan had never been patient, and yet he was just standing there looking Danny up and down.

“What are you fucking looking at?” Danny demanded, glaring from behind his mask. 

“You’ve changed a lot, Pipsqueak, what happened to you?” Dan asked.

“Like you care,” Danny scoffed, rolling his eyes at his alternate-self. 

“You’re right, I really don’t. Where’s dear old mom and dad?” Dan asked with a wide smile that showed more teeth than emotion.

And that was too much, they were dead, they were all dead and Dan should keep their fucking names out of his mouth! Danny flew at him with a yowl that seemed to startle even Dan as Danny tackled him and they rolled through the air. Dan got his feet against Danny’s stomach and launched him back, shooting an ecto-blast at Danny who barely dodged it as he rushed back in, swiping at Dan with his claws. He didn’t want to be fighting at a distance, he wanted a fucking brawl! Dan dodged his first swipe but the second one connected and Danny made a triumphant sound as he felt the satisfying ripping of flesh under his claws, slightly more giving and squishing then living human flesh, but good enough!

Dan hissed and flew back, buying himself a second for the wounds to close before he came shooting back towards Danny. Last time they had fought his movements had been almost too fast for Danny to follow, but now he seemed almost slow. It was so fucking easy to meet Dan half way, grab his arm and toss him, chasing after him as he struggled to right himself Danny grabbed Dan from behind. He dug his claws in before opened the jaws of his mask, biting the back of Dan’s neck hard and shaking like a dog while he snarled and struggled.

“Get the Fuck off of me!” Dan demanded as he thrashed in Danny’s grip, tearing at his own flesh, finally breaking free and leaving a chunk of his spine between Danny’s teeth which reformed as Danny spit out the quickly melting chunk of ectoplasmic flesh. “You’re fighting dirty now aren’t you?”

“You talk too much,” Danny snarled, already rushing back in. He saw Dan’s eyes widen in shock as he dodged, grabbing Danny’s ankle and swinging him around to send him back towards the ground which he did not want! He wanted this fight but nowhere near where other people could see, let alone get hurt!

He threw his arms out and increased his resistance, forcing himself to slow down before he pushed himself back up. He grabbed Dan along the way and dragged him back up, breaking through the atmosphere as his older ghost yowled indignantly. He got loose just outside the earth's atmosphere again and put some distance between the two of them, much to Danny’s annoyance. 

“What actually happened to you?” Dan demanded, pointing at Danny accusatory. “You were such a snarky little shit, where are all the quips? And where’s the rest of the nerd squad?!” 

“They’re dead!” Danny yelled back. He didn’t need to yell, not to be heard at least, but it felt like yelling was the only way he could get the words past the lump in his throat. 

“What?” Dan gasped, taken aback and… hurt?

“You don’t get to be hurt, you wanted to fucking kill them too! Aren’t you happy that I’ve suffered the way you suffered now, isn’t that what you wanted?”

“Well, yes, but-” Dan started but Danny didn’t let him finish, rushing at Dan and driving his fist into his alternate’s stomach hard enough he could feel the flesh giving beneath his fist. 

This time Dan didn’t back down and met Danny head on, giving him the fight he really wanted. It felt so good to be able to let loose, and honestly Danny didn’t even know why they were fighting. He didn’t have the thermos so he couldn’t contain Dan, and he didn’t want to kill Dan, not really so how was this fight going to end. To the pain probably, that seemed to be how Dan was treating it anyway, he wasn’t trying to get back to the earth, he hadn’t asked about anything else since he found out their family was dead. Maybe since Danny was the only one of their family left he was the only one left for Dan to kill, since he didn’t rely on Danny to exist anymore.

Anger and sadness raged inside Danny, finally given an outlet as he ripped into Dan. Even the pain when he lashed out back was welcome, it wasn’t grounding like it was when Jason hurt him. It pushed Danny back into his trauma, but unlike last time he wasn’t traumatized and bound, this time he could fight back! And he did, he channeled all that hurt and rage and fought Dan like he was the physical manifestation of all of the awful shit that happened in Danny’s life. 

The viciousness seemed to startle Dan, maybe even scare him, but he stood his ground and fought back though there was something different in the feeling of the fight. The way their cores responded to each other, they bounced off of each other, but they didn’t entirely reject each other. It wasn’t harmony by any means, but it wasn’t the screeching dissonance that had been present in their clashes before. Danny had become more like Dan in a way that made him hate and distrust himself, and he wondered if Dan hated himself too even though he didn’t want to give a shit what Dan thought and felt.

They weren’t quite evenly matched, and as the fight went on it was clear Danny was winning. He was pushing Dan further and further back but at the same time he was getting more and more tired, they both were. Ghosts didn’t have an unlimited amount of ectoplasm, especially out here in space where it was limited, and using it to attack and heal was starting to drain him, and he could tell by how slowly Dan was healing that he was feeling it too. Danny had no idea how long they’d been fighting by then, it had taken them halfway around the earth and further out into space till they were tossing space junk at each other along with blasts of ecto, ice, and fire.

Finally Dan groaned and collapsed on a passing bit of space debris, ecto still leaking from his side from Danny’s last blast. “Alright, I give up. You gonna kill me now?” Dan asked,sounding  skeptical more than angry.

Danny hesitated, he could, but… He groaned and flopped down next to Dan, propping his elbows on his knees and shaking his head. “Nah, I’m not going to. I could just so you know. I’ve killed before, and you’d probably deserve it but we’re kinda the same now aren’t we? We’re the only ones left. Well, and Ellie.”

“What about Vlad?” Dan asked, looking away from Danny and up at the stars.

“He’s dead too. It turns out when not nipped in the bud eventually the GIW becomes half way competent. They were the ones who killed our family.”

“Your family,” Dan corrected flatly. 

“Our family,” Danny countered, resting his chin on his folded arms. Dan heaved a dramatic sigh. “If you’re me from the future, they're our family. You’re not even from an alternate universe, just a timeline, they were the same people. They were our family.”

“How did they die?” Dan’s voice was softer than Danny was used to.

“Mom and Dad found out about me being a halfa and wanted to experiment on me. Jazz, Sam, and Tucker all came to try and help convince them I was still their son and they were wrong about ghosts. It just meant when the GIW found out where I was and they wanted to take me for themselves everyone was killed when they bombed the house. They killed Vlad too, when he tried to save me. Took me years to break out on my own.”

“I guess that’s why you’ve changed so much, and why you’re still such a pipsqueek! That shit must have stunted your growth.”

“Shut up,” Danny laughed, shoving Dan’s shoulder making him laugh. “I’m not that much smaller than you now! I’m a perfectly respectable height.”

“Sure thing buddy,” Dan chuckled, then sighed. “You know, I thought I’d feel better once I made you suffer like I did.”

“Did that work out for you?”

“Nah, I just miss them more now.”

“Ya, me too.” 

They sat in silence for a while. A buzzing whir interrupting the science and making Danny groan, he’d forgotten that the Justice League camera was following. “Go away,” He complained at the camera and shot a half hearted blast at it, missing as it rolled away. 

“What is that?” Dan asked, eyeing it suspiciously. 

“Justice League drone, they called me in to deal with you.” Danny said with a shrug. 

“They’re still alive then? You know I saw that the world was still green as we came up here but, you really didn’t do any damage?” Dan asked, turning his head to look at Danny properly.

“Other than destroying the GIW bases? No,” Danny agreed with a shrug. “With Vlad already dead I stayed all the way Danny, you’re not a halfa anymore. Still being half human changes things, and I’ve found new people to love.”

“Oh ya? Who?” 

“I’m not telling you! You might try to kill them too so I’m just as alone as you again!” Danny accused with a little growl that died when he saw the sadness on Dan’s face. 

“I don’t want to be alone anymore,” He admitted softly.

“Well you don’t have to be. Your timeline doesn’t exist anymore and the world never ended, everyone you killed before is alive again now. Technically in this timeline you haven’t done anything wrong.” Danny suggested, ever the optimist.

“That’s not how this works and you know it,” Dan scoffed, rolling his eyes at his younger self.

Danny sighed and nodded. “Ya, I know that. So what are you going to do?” 

Before Dan could answer Ellie came flying towards them at her top speed, rocketing towards Dan. Danny launched himself up and caught her before she could pick a fight with someone more than twice her size, even if Dan was tired out. 

“Hey Ellie it’s okay! It’s okay, the fight’s already over, it’s fine.” Danny assured her, drifting back down to the piece of space junk with her in his arms, still squirming and hissing. 

“Hey Dani, it’s good to see you alive and well,” Dan said with a flippant wave and without lifting his head.

“The fight’s really over? You’re not going to do anything?” Ellie asked him suspiciously. 

“The original kicked my ass pretty good, I’m not gonna do anything,” Dan said dryly, pointing at Danny, who rolled his eyes. 

Ellie looked back and forth between Dan and Danny suspiciously before she sighed and nodded. Danny let Ellie escape his grasp to sit between the two of them once Danny leaned back to look at the stars all around them, it was a beautiful view. 

“I guess I died in your future?” Ellie asked Dan curiously. “I mean, I’ve heard about you but never met you, but you know me?”

“Ya, after Jack and Maddie died you destabilized and I didn’t have access to any of their tech so I couldn’t stabilize you,” Dan sighed.

“Danny figured out how to stabilize me without tech,” Ellie pointed out, sounding suspicious as she narrowed her eyes at Dan. 

“Ya, but Dan and my powers don’t work the same way anymore, I got my wail almost a decade before him and he can’t use ice at all, and it’s my ecto-electricity that stabilized you.” Danny pointed out, looking over at Dan curiously. 

“Ya, I don’t have that either,” Dan said with a little shrug. 

“Damn, who knew the template was more powerful than,” Ellie said in an innocently mocking tone. 

“Oi! It’s not my fault he’s the freak!” Dan pointed out. 

“Hey don’t take that out on me! You’re the one who chose to kill your human half,” Danny pointed out, rolling his eyes.

“Ya but I didn’t know that killing my human half would make me weaker! I thought that it was holding me back,” Dan grumbled. 

“Well that was stupid,” Ellie sniffed at him.

Dan looked like he wanted to argue, but instead he heaved a sigh and nodded. “Ya… it was, and it was stupid to think it would take my pain away too. I mean ghosts are made of emotion, if anything killing my human half made it worse.” 

“Well, there’s no going back now is there? Which brings me back to the original question I guess. What are you going to do now?” Danny prompted gently.

“I don’t really know, but I have a lot of soul searching to do I guess. I’ve been alone for a long time, but I don’t think I’m ready to just fucking re-enter society on a dime!”

“Ya that makes sense,” Danny sighed, finally taking off his mask and running his hand back through his hair, pushing his head back as he fluffed up his soft white hair. “Do you want to go back to the ghost zone?”

“Nah I don’t think so. I remember before all that bullshit with Vlad and my obsession with power I really liked the stars,” Dan sighed, looking up at the sky. “I think maybe I’ll think better out there.” He pointed out towards space. 

“That makes sense, my dual obsessions are protection and space, clearly your obsession with protection broke, but maybe there’s still some of the space stuff in there you can lean into,” Danny said. Dan nodded and let his hand fall back to the metal beneath them. “You can’t just go out there and cause chaos though. You should check in with me, or the Green Lantern corp I guess, to make sure you’re on the right track okay? And if I hear about you hurting anyone I will be right there to kick your ass again,” Danny said pointing at Dan threateningly. 

“Ya ya I know,” Dan grumbled unhappily. “It’s still bullshit that you’re stronger than me now.” 

“Ya, well, cry about it,” Danny sighed unsympathetically and deflected Dan’s half hearted swipe at him and Ellie laughed at both of them. At least she was relaxed again. 

“I’ll come check in with you, or them what, every other month or so?” Dan relented resentfully. 

“Ya, that sounds fair. And let me know if you need anything okay? We’re the only ones left, the three of us, we should look out for each other if we can.” Danny told Dan, hating his own vulnerability, but he needed to say it. 

“Even after everything I’ve put you through?” 

“Ya, I mean not to rub it in but you were nowhere near the biggest thorn in my side. And I understood where you were coming from. How could I not, when you were me, before everything.” 

“Ya, that makes sense. Well, I guess I should head out before any of your hero buddies show up to try and take me in after all.” Dan sat up with a groan, and stretched with a breathy little snarl. 

“Ya, I need to get home anyway. My boyfriend will be missing me.” Danny said as he pushed himself up as well. 

“Damn, well, congratulations on finally figuring that out.” 

“Ya laugh it up, you could have given me a heads up you know!”

“I mean, I never dated anyone, you know that. Besides, if I had to have the sexuality crisis, so did you.”

“God you’re such an asshole. Is it too late to lock you up in some dungeon in the Realms?” Danny groaned and Dan laughed, pushing off the space junk and floating in front of them with a too wide smile.

“Then catch me if you can,” He laughed and took off towards the stars while Danny and Ellie watched him go.

“Are you going to chase him?” Ellie asked.

“Nah,” Danny sighed with a dismissive wave. “It’s not worth it and I’m tired, I want to go home. Thanks for coming out by the way, Batman refused to believe I could handle this on my own. I do want to get home, but want me to get you ice cream before I do?” 

“Ya but not ice cream, can we go to Japan and get red bean buns?” She asked, jumping up and hovering in front of him with an excited smile. 

“Sure we can,” Danny laughed, so happy to see her smile. “Let's go get you your treat for the JL being alarmists.” He looked around for the earth and which continent they needed to head to, spotting that stupid drone still watching them he grinned. “Oh has Bats told Constantine about owing me a favor yet?”

“Oh! Ya and he was totally freaking out when I stopped by for directions,” Ellie laughed. 

“Well if you're still watching you can calm down Magician,” Danny said, flying up to the drone and patting it playfully. “Since this was basically a family matter I'll only ask for a small favor later. I don't deal in souls or anything anyway.” He said before pushing the drone away. “Now show’s over we're going for post game snacks and we don't need supervision.” And this time they listened and didn't follow as the ghosts flew away. 

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Beachfront Bliss

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick

Pairing: Billy "Fritz" Avalone x F!Reader

Summary: You're walking your dog, Delilah, along the beach until she decides to chase after a handsome man playing football with his buddies.

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The sun is slowly setting on San Diego. You'd just gotten home from work and now you're getting your dog, a border collie named Delilah, ready for her walk. She's excitedly shaking her tail as she stares up at you while you hold her leash.

"Wait," you command and Delilah sits, watching you expectantly.

You clip the leash onto her collar and open the front door, "Good girl!" Delilah promptly races out the door, only stopping when the retractable leash has met the end.

"Come!" you call for her and she rushes back to your side, sticking to it as you walk down your street and towards the beach.

As you grow closer, the sounds of the waves crashing on the shore become louder. Once pavement becomes sand, you slip off your sandals, stuffing them into your tote bag as you continue to walk.

There isn't a lot of people on the beach since it's midweek. However, you do see a group of people playing football.

The commotion alerts Delilah as the two of you near the group. There's boisterous laughing and hollering. The group spreads out as you grow closer, so you walk further away to not potentially be hit.

You avert your attention ahead, moving on from the football group, however, Delilah seems very keen on watching them, trying to stay in place.

"Come on, Lilah!" you lock the retractable leash and give her a warning tug, urging her to continue walking, "Let's finish your walk!"

Your commands fall deaf on her ears as she watches the group continue their game of football. One of the men throws the ball and another tried to catch it. The ball grazes his fingertips and causes the ball to go flying in your direction. It falls a few feet away from you and, before you could even blink, Delilah pounces at it. The sudden movement frees her leash from your hand.

"Delilah!" you shout as your dog starts running around the beach with the football in her mouth.

The group of people all laugh and begin to join you in the chase for your dog. Delilah clearly thinks it's a game as she dodges and weaves through everyone's legs. Men and a few women topple into the sand as they attempt to catch Delilah.

You and the others eventually start to slow down, growing tired of your dog's antics.

You stand there, hands on your hips, looking at your dog like a disappointed mother. She meanders over with a pep in her step and drops the football at your feet.

You sigh, pinching your nose, "Thank you, Lilah." You pick up the football and hand it to the nearest man. His tanned skin and toned chest are on full display. He's wearing classic ray bans and a smile that makes your heart stop for a moment.

"Sorry about her."

He chuckles, "Don't worry about it. Never thought it'd be a dog to take down a group of Navy Pilots."

Your brows shoot up in surprise, looking at the group of people around you, "You're all in the Navy?"

He nods, "Yup and I think you just proved to our Captain that we need to work out more."

You giggle, "Yeah. Again, sorry about her. She's probably a little stir-crazy. Haven't been able to take her out as much due to work. As you can see, she has a lot of energy."

The man kneels and begins to pet her, "She's cute so I'll forgive her. What's her name?"

"Delilah or Lilah or Deli."

"Well hello, Delilah, I'm Billy, but my friends call me Fritz."

"Fritz?" you look at him confused as he rises to a stand again.

"My call-sign."

"Frtiz! C'mon, man!" one of the guys hollers.

"I gotta-"

"You should-"

Both of you speak at the same time and stop with a chuckle.

Fritz holds his hand out, "It was nice meeting you..."

"Y/N. Nice to meet you Fritz," you shake his hand, "Enjoy the rest of your day."

"Thanks! You too! Maybe I'll see you guys around again!" he gives you a wave and heads back to his Navy friends who were all in position for the next game.

You watch them for a little bit, admiring the very attractive group of people before you. Then you chuckle, ruffling Delilah's fur before tugging her along. She's apprehensive, wanting to go back to "playing" with her new friends.

"C'mon, princess. We gotta go back home and start making dinner." Delilah reluctantly proceeds to follow you through the sand, leaving her new friends behind.

_______________________

It was your friend's, Jackie's, birthday and she wanted to do a bar crawl. You were one of the designated drivers so you've mainly stuck with water throughout the night and keeping a careful eye on your friend.

The next bar on her list was called the Hard Deck, which is apparently home to a lot of Navy officers. When you hear this, a part of you hopes you might run into Fritz, but there's no way, right?

Your group clamber into the bar, which was jam packed considering it was a Friday night.

"It's my birthday so feel free to buy me drinks!" you're already drunk friend hollers. A few men already begin to approach her ready to fulfill her request.

You tell your other friend, Abby, that you're going to find a table for your group. She gives you a salute and turn back to watch the rest of the group.

As you're weaving through bodies, you suddenly bump into someone, spilling their drink.

"Shit! I'm so so-Fritz!"

He looks at you in surprise, "Hey! Y/N!" then looks at you confused, "I'm kind of surprised to see you here."

You snort, "Yeah, um, not a place you'd usually find me at on a Friday night, but it's my friend's birthday," you point over your shoulder to Jackie with her birthday crown on her head and down a shot as your friends and a few Navy men cheer her on, "We're doing a bar crawl, but I'm the DD."

He nods in understanding, "Got it."

"Actually, you don't happen to see any free tables, do you? That's what I was doing before I bumped into you. Also, I will definitely get you a replacement drink for that!"

He chuckles, "It's fine. Really and you and your group can join me and my buddies."

"You sure?" you look at him apprehensively.

"Yeah, besides, I know a few of them will definitely pay for your guys' drinks," he gives you a smirk.

You snicker, "Alright. Let me go grab them."

"I'll follow you," he places his hand on your lower back as he follows you back to the counter where your friends are gathered.

"Hey!" you tap Abby on the shoulder, "This is my friend, Fritz," you point to him over your shoulder and he waves.

Abby gives you a questioning look, "Friend?"

"The guy I met on the beach because Lilah stole their football?"

"Ooooh!" she waves at him, "Hi!"

"Hi! I told Y/N that you guys can share tables with my buddies and I."

"You sure?"

"Oh yeah. Some of them will most likely pay for your drinks too."

Abby snorts, "Well I can't deny free drinks." She proceeds to tell the other women the plan and grabs Jackie's hand, leading her away from the men chatting her up.

She stumbles and you catch her, "Easy there, babe!"

Jackie spots Fritz over your shoulder, "It's my birthday!"

He laughs, "So I heard. Happy birthday!"

"Thanks!" she looks to you and not so secretly says, "He's cute!"

You chuckle, "Yeah, babe. Let's go to the table, 'kay?"

She nods, "Okay," and follows you and Fritz towards the back of the bar. He stops at three tables filled with the same group of people you saw on the beach weeks prior.

"Hey! Beach Girl!" a brunette with a thick mustache calls out.

You wave, "Nice to see you again."

"What're you doing here in our neck of the woods, beautiful?" the tall blonde one asks with a grin that makes you roll your eyes.

Jackie stands beside you and you gesture to her, "It's my friend's birthday. We're doing a bar crawl. This is one of our stops. Jackie, say hi."

Jackie waves, "Hi," she looks at everyone in awe, "Why are all of you guys so hot?!"

You facepalm, "Jackie's filter flies out the window when she's drunk," you explain to Fritz.

"The guys are gonna love it."

The men let the ladies have their seats, standing around them and making conversation.

You continue to stand beside Fritz, fanning yourself. He looks at you in concern, "You okay?"

"Just getting a bit warm."

"Wanna step onto the deck? It's just out there," he points to the double doors behind you. You take a look at your friends and make sure they're okay before you step out.

Once you're outside, you give a sigh of contentment. The cool breeze immediately chills your body in a welcoming way.

You rest your back against the railing so you can still keep an eye on your friends. Abby looks at you through the window giving you a questioning thumbs up. You smile giving her a thumbs up back and she goes back to her conversation.

"When did you guys start the crawl?"

You look at the time on your phone, "About two hours ago, but Jackie and a few others pregamed. So by the time we hit like the second bar, they were far gone already."

"How many more bars are on your list?"

"Jackie wanted to hit ten, but I'm not sure if we'll even get to the fifth one." There's cheers from inside as Jackie downs yet another shot.

"Not much of a drinker?"

You scrunch your nose and shake your head, "Nah. This overall thing isn't really me, but Jackie's one of my best friends, so I'll come out of my cave for her."

Fritz's nose crinkles as he laughs and you think it's the cutest thing ever.

"How's Delilah?"

"Good. She's happier now that work is starting to slow down and I can take her out for longer walks though."

"She hasn't stolen anymore footballs, has she?"

You snort, "Fortunately not, and she hasn't managed to take down another group of Naval officers either."

"Hey, she took us by surprise. We'd already been out there for a while, our energy was already low."

"Suuure. Keep telling yourself that, Fly Boy."

The two of you stay out there for some time, getting lost in conversation and each other's company. You've discovered that not only is Fritz handsome, but he's funny, kind, loyal, and a nerd. He has his parents and two sister back at home. He's a very family-oriented person and you admire him for that.

You two lose track of time and before you know it, Abby is coming out to you two.

"We're calling it a night. Jackie's is so far gone and some of the other girls are getting there."

"Alright. We should start closing tabs then."

"His buddies took care of it," she nods to Fritz.

You and Fritz grin at each other, "Told you," he says.

"Well, thank your friends for me. And thanks for keeping me company out here."

You step to leave, but Fritz stops you, "Wait, actually, is it okay if I get your number? I'd like to take you out some time."

You smile and nod at him, "Yeah. Of course!" you two quickly exchange numbers and promptly head back inside with Abby.

You gather your friends up, Fritz and his buddies helping you and Abby walk Jackie and the others out.

Your group piles into yours and Abby's car, waving at the group of men, "Thanks again, fellas!" you yell out before driving away.

Fritz stands there with his buddies and once you're out of sight, they begin to badger him about getting your number.

He reluctantly says that he did and his pals cheer him on with pride.

Before he goes to sleep that night, Fritz sends you a text:

It was nice chatting with you. Let me know your schedule so we can plan that date. Hope your friends don't give you too much trouble.

Sweet dreams. - Fritz

[bun-z-bakery]

A/N: sorry this took so long! But we are so back!

Behind His Mask (7)

Familiar voices are heard from afar, suddenly you're pulled into a whole new world, a world you're all too familiar with.

"You like this one don't you?"

You haven't heard that voice in such a long time, you never dreamt about him before especially after that day of the car accident. you don't understand why now? Why here?

"Little one?"

He called you again, your grandfather sat next to you, it was as if he was alive once again. This dream felt all too real, it made you sick...

You open your mouth to speak but your bother, Aiden beats you to it

"I think it still hurts them..."

Aiden gently takes your hand and helps you point to the picture of an orange dog your grandfather had drawn.

"See? This one is DogDay and this one is um..."

Your sudden sobbing cut him off, they both looked worried and wrapped you in a gentle yet warm hug, you could feel their skin and their clothes... you missed this, you missed them.

"Please... Please... "

You chant in your sobs as if it were a prayer that would take you back to this day.

You wept quietly before gentle shakes brought you back, you knew it was a dream but it felt so real, the pit in your stomach grew bigger, and the hunger only added to the terrible feeling.

"Angel! Angel, please wake up!"

DogDays voice echoes through your mind before you fully awake, instinctively you wrap your arms around him, seeking out any comfort available. He was able to find a room where you both could get some much-needed rest you felt eternally indebted to the dog for saving your life however you knew he probably would brush it off as repayment for saving him.

"I'm sorry... Just... S-stay still..."

You try to speak through your sobs luckily he understands what you are trying to say and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a secure hug.

"When the children had nightmares,"

He begins as he gently pets your head, attempting to give you all the comfort he's able to.

"They would speak about it or do activities to help ease the fear"

His voice was soft, you could tell he was genuinely worried about you.

"I'm sorry if it's too forward... but you can always share your burdens with me, Angel"

You sigh as you fall deeper into his embrace, your sobs have finally subsided but you still feel that dreaded feeling in your stomach.

"My grandfather used to work here..."

The air went cold and the silence was loud, it's almost like he knew where this was going

"When I was a kid, he told me all these amazing stories about this place..."

You finally loosen the bear hug you had the poor dog in and pet his ears.

"I was lied to, I was only a kid it's not like I would've understood anyway..."

You pause before you continue

"I learned about what happened here through some tapes... You used to be someone... right?"

You hold his face in your hands, he was supposed to be comforting you but you wanted to do the same for him.

"Rich..."

He spoke softly, you weren't expecting an actual response to your mindless ramble he took you by surprise.

"I'm sorry?"

"My name is... or it used to be Rich... No one calls me that anymore..."

The sadness in his voice was clear as day it made you angry, only a monster would do something like this to innocent people.

"What should I call you then? Rich? DogDay? Both? A nickname perhaps?"

You suggest a bit too strongly, once you realize this you instantly tone it down and lay on his chest.

"Sorry, I just think you deserve to be called by something you like..."

A low rumble emits from his chest making you tense up in fear, it was from him chuckling at your kindness.

"Whatever my angel chooses to call me by I'll come running"

You giggle at his response, clearly he's in good spirits to be joking in a place like this.

"You said your grandfather worked here? What was his name?"

His question caught you off guard, but it made you perk up at the thought they were co-workers, the thought of hearing of his stories together as workers made you giddy.

"His name was Lance L/N! He was practically a genius with his newfound technology.

You brag happily, not only were you proud of his established name but proud you inherited his smarts too.

DogDay didn't seem too excited upon hearing the name

"Angel?"

"Yes?"

"He used to be a friend of mine here..."

You smile at him and bounce in excitement

"Really?! What was he like?!"

You felt like a kid again, sitting down with your brother and listening to your grandfather's stories about the characters.

DogDay still didn't share your excitement

"His technology was used to aid the experiments..."

His answer made you confused but you still wanted to know and his hesitation made you fearful

"That man betrayed me... All of us... He turned me into...into this! I never knew the devil could be so charming..."

He covers his mouth after realizing what he said, you stare at him blankly. You finally know who the real monster is and it all starts making sense now.

"Angel I apologize I didn't mean to–"

A knock at the door cuts off DogDay and a familiar voice makes its reappearance

"Y/N are you in there?"

"Yeah come in!"

Poppy and Kissy enter the saferoom, and both of them look just as tired as you and DogDay. The mini smiling critters probably chased them leading them here.

"Oh! Hello DogDay!"

Poppy and Kissy wave at the giant mutilated dog on the floor.

"It's finally nice to meet you both"

They haven't met? Interesting.

"We're glad we found you! Look! Kissy found some food!"

The little doll exclaims happily but all you can do is smile and nod, right now food is the last thing on your mind.

"Um... I'm gonna take a walk..."

You say abruptly before grabbing your grab pack and making your way to the door.

"Angel please stay and eat! You need–"

"I'll be back!"

You walk out of the room and close the door behind you. You didn't want to be followed nor did you want to be looked for, you just wanted to process everything in peace.

‧₊ ๑˚.・

You walk around with no goal in mind, nothing matters in your moment of solitude. But you can't shake the feeling that you're being watched, the feeling of a thousand eyes watching from the shadows makes the hairs on your neck stand.

It's quiet, a bit too quiet. It was too good to be true, before you knew it a group of mini smiling critters made their way to you from a small hole in a wall

"Dammit!"

You switch out your flare hand and fire, of course, you manage to scorch a few before you attempt to run, they follow you and you have to think fast!

A room with a door slightly cracked open would be your saving grace, quickly you made your way into the room and locked the door.

It looked like some abandoned office, it was filthy, rubble everywhere and even some old blood stained the floor. You take the opportunity to look around for anything you're able to find, something must be useful in a hazardous room such as this.

A trunk catches your eye, however it's buried under some rubble. You're stubbornness gets the better of you and you use all your strength, moving the rubble and whatever else might get in your way from the top of the trunk. You catch your breath before you flip open the locks.

What was hidden inside the trunk wasn't what you were expecting, but it wasn't hard to understand why someone would go through the trouble of hiding your discovery.

You pull out everything you might need and head to the door, but something stops you in your tracks. For a split second, you could've sworn you saw a purple blur staring back at you.

I'm seeing things again...

‧₊ ๑˚.・

"I'M BACK!"

You exclaim as you make your grand entrance. The three of them seemed to have made a small bed out of blankets and whatever else they could find.

"Angel! You're ok– are those?"

"Yep! Your legs! And look I found a needle and some thread too!"

He didn't know what to say or do at that moment. You crouch down and gently pet him.

"Don't worry big guy! Everything will be ok"

You say in an attempt to comfort him, hauling his legs this far put a lot of strain on you but it was worth it for your new companion.

"I could help you sew them on! Toy anatomy works a bit differently"

Poppy states eagerly to assist you in your new quest.

You walk over to one of the blankets and gently place his lower half down before taking a seat yourself. DogDay makes his way over and rests his head on your lap.

You didn't want to show your fear, you couldn't especially at a time like this when all of them are so vulnerable. You suck up your fear and anxieties and tough it out.

"Are you ok bud?"

You ask him as you gently scratch his head and he melts into your touch.

"I should be asking you that, Angel are you ok?"

You can't tell them how you feel, and you're unsure if the others know. If they did would they hate you? Maybe kill you even?

DogDay didn't but there's no doubt in your mind there's a chance he may hate you now.

The past can't be changed after all.

"Let's not talk about that now... Let's focus on you"

Your voice breaks slightly as you fight to hold back tears. It's obvious he's worried about you. You place a comforting kiss on his head before you take the needle and thread that's lying nearby.

"DogDay this might hurt a bit, so tell us if you need a break, ok?"

Poppy explained before making her way to aid you in your sewing project.

"Ready big guy?"

You pet his ears in an attempt to ease his nerves. He sighs and nods

"Ready my Angel"

"Alright let's start!"

Poppy exclaims and you start sewing.

It took you a while to notice but whenever he wasn't in agonizing pain, DogDays eyes would watch the way your hands moved, sometimes he'd even stare at you.

Strange...

[manjjiros]

okay but sweet post-juvie kazutora who goes to weekly therapy seeing you for the first time and giving in to his repressed darker impulses. idk i can just see yandere!kazutora so vividly !! stalking and kidnapping you bc he wants you all to himself <3

GROUP THERAPY

kazutora hanemiya x fem!reader

warnings: dark content, yan!kazu, stalker!kazu, implied sex, inaccurate representation of group therapy, manipulation, kidnapping, lying about condom usage, ask to tag

notes: cass this has been in my brain ever since you sent it. about 2.3k.

from the ASM: [he bumps into you as he passes by you in the casino, jumping in fear and dropping a file that had been confiscated from kazutora’s desk. the photos that scattered all over the floor were all… you. they were all of you. the ASM apologizes profusely and scrambles to pick them up.]

the smell of burnt coffee and donuts.

the low hum of old overhead lights, one of them flickering, making it a little hard to see very clearly in the damp basement of the church.

two, then one, then two, then three, then one; people filtered into the basement and sat at each of the chairs that were placed in a circle, though it became more of an oblong shape as one by one people pulled them back to be able to sit in them.

kazutora had gotten there a half hour early, dropped off by his parole officer who told him he would be back to pick him up at seven thirty, sharp. he sat in the stiff chair, hands folded between his knees, eyes drifting dazedly over each person that arrived and took a seat in the circle.

group therapy would help, the parole officer had grunted to him from the driver’s seat, give you a chance to talk to other kids like you. i’ve seen it help others. 

the therapist took a seat two chairs away from kazutora, dragging his attention away from the door for a split second to study him. the guy looked like he was just under thirty, some stereotypically upbeat type. he let out a breath, certain that this place would make him rip his hair out and have another breakdown, until…

you.

you came in in a flurry, worried about the possibility of being late. you carried yourself with the confidence of a small dog, shaking and nervous as you gently closed the heavy doors behind yourself to try and stay under the radar.

it was too late for that. kazutora’s cold, intense gaze followed every tiny step you took towards the circle of people in the center of the room.

your lamblike gaze shifted around nervously for an empty seat, finding none outside of the one directly next to kazutora. he was new to the group, unknown to all of the regular members, and no one wanted to try their luck with a guy who looked like he could be part of a gang. you didn’t have a choice, though, and hurried around the edge of the circle before pulling the chair back to sit with a breath. “sorry, i hope you don’t mind,” you murmured to him.

it felt like his chest was being squeezed. he wanted to eat you alive.

“it’s fine,” he smiled lightly at you, shrugging his shoulders.

you smelled like freshly cut flowers and the summer sun. he wanted to brush that lock of hair over your shoulder to reveal the column of your throat and sink his teeth into your soft skin. what did you taste like? sugar, maybe? were you as sweet as you seemed?

what was your name?

he opened his mouth to ask, but got cut off by the therapist clasping his hands together to get everyone’s attention. he said his name, but kazutora didn’t hear it, nor did he want to. any voice that wasn’t yours should be silenced.

he shook his head to himself and slumped back into his chair. he shouldn’t be thinking like that. those thought processes are what landed him in this shithole anyway, and now he was being forced to sit through these hour-long group sessions to listen to other people complain and whine.

it did bring him to you, though. he supposed it wouldn’t be so bad.

“... and we have a newcomer today, just registered this morning. do you want to introduce yourself?”

kazutora blinked slightly, rejoining the conversation and glancing around. “kazutora hanemiya,” he gave a curt wave, eyes darting over to yours to watch you smile.

“hi kazutora,” everyone in the circle replied, as if it were some kind of alcoholics’ anonymous meeting. maybe it was. maybe he was in the wrong place, it would explain the coffee and the gorgeous girl sitting next to him that he wanted to devour.

“so, kazutora, what brings you in to join us?” the therapist tilted his head, a mild smile on his face.

kazutora hummed softly, shifting in his seat. “i was part of a gang. i’m not anymore. i got caught doing gang stuff.” it was a complete bluff – shinichiro’s blood was still on his hands. it’d been years, but the blood never came off. “theft, mostly.”

he felt himself smile back at the therapist, calm and collected, before turning his sights back on you. you looked timid, shrinking slightly under his gaze before smiling back at him. 

“we’ll get you to open up soon enough. let’s get started, shall we?” the therapist was quick to move on, clearly wanting kazutora to not feel pressured at his first visit, but he didn’t care. he wasn’t impressed or even vaguely interested in what these other pitiful people had to say. it only mattered when you told a recent story of how you held yourself back from stealing an expensive purse when you realized it was missing a security tag.

a kleptomaniac, it seemed that was your only crime. well, technically, it was grand theft, but hey, it was nothing in the long run. something that would be sealed up because you were a kid when you did it. 

kazutora listened to your story as if you were a siren, and he was a lost man at sea, swimming closer and closer to you. he could feel the corners of his mind start to warp as he watched the way your lips curled around your words, enticing him closer. he wanted to feel you, to hold you, to get you that fucking bag you’re talking nonstop about-

the session finished with your story, and it would be a short five minutes until his parole officer would arrive to take him back to his tiny apartment on the outskirts of the district, where no one could reasonably get to him without at least a bike and a semblance of direction.

he watched you stand and make your way to the refreshments, your fingers dancing over the donuts before scooping up a donut hole to take a bite out of it. 

his feet moved before he could stop himself, and soon enough he was at your side, grabbing a tasty, albeit chalky, treat for himself. “good thing they give us some sugar after making us spill our guts like that, right?”

“huh?” you turned to lift your head and look up at him, blinking in surprise at his sudden presence next to you. “oh, yeah, i guess so. today wasn’t so bad. sometimes miki cries, and then we all really need the sugar.”

“that doesn’t sound fun at all.” kazutora stuck his bottom lip out as he chewed on the tasteless donut in his hand. you shrugged. 

“it’s the way of the sessions. helps to make everyone feel seen, or something…” you trailed off before throwing him a smile that made his head spin. “you’re… kazutora, right? sorry, i listened when you said it, but the session felt really long today.”

“that’s right. and you’re y/n.” he pointed at you with his half eaten donut, sprinkles caught on his lips, and you felt yourself start to giggle.

“right. it’s nice to meet you. will you come back next week?”

“have to. it’s part of my-” he thought briefly, mind scrambling. he probably shouldn’t mention juvie, his recent release at eighteen, his real crimes. “-deal with my parents. they told me i had to keep coming if i wanted a roof, y’know?”

“oh, right,” you believed him, falling easily into the idea that he was also just a kleptomaniac, just like you. “my parents were really upset when i got arrested. they got me out on bail, but enrolled me in this program. it’s helped, it’s a good thing.”

kazutora watched the twitch of your lips as you bit down on the rest of the donut hole between your fingers. you weren’t sure.

you shrugged and reached for a napkin to wipe at your lips, the residue of your lip gloss staining it pink as you headed for the stairs leading back up to the main lobby of the church. “well, we’re glad you’ve joined us. we should probably go, they like to give us the coffee and stuff, but if we hang out for too long, they shut the lights off.”

“right,” kazutora nodded his head and followed you out, watching the way your form blended into the shadowy corridors of the stairwell. 

before he knew it, you were gone, disappearing into the back of the church to exit into the back parking lot, and he was sliding easily into the back seat of his parole officer’s car. 

the interaction was brief. far too brief to have even been a hit on your radar. but for kazutora, you had suddenly become a beacon of light, untainted by the blood on his hands. 

he needed to know everything. he needed you.

in two month’s time, kazutora had worked himself into a point of almost-high status amongst the other delinquents in the group. he could play into his charm, he could play into being just a petty little thief who got caught up in the wrong crowd. the tokyo manji gang made me do it, he would say, crocodile tears dripping down his cheeks, i wanted to be just like mikey, but… he was someone no one else should be like. 

you had rubbed his back that day, and it felt like his entire body had been lit on fire. he pumped his cock holding his shirt to his nose that night in bed, convincing himself he could still smell your lavender lotion on the fabric as he imagined it was you on top of him. 

in two month’s time, kazutora had learned every single thing he possibly could about you. your name, age, your childhood home, how you walked to your college campus, the routes you alternated between to be safe. he loved to watch you browse in the high-end stores between classes, walking into the luxury districts and perusing the items you knew you could pocket but told yourself not to. he knew that soon enough he would be the one using blood soaked sticky fingers to get you whatever your little heart craved.

you wanted luxury? he could get luxury. you wanted someone stable, someone loving, someone to fill the void your dear old dad left? he knew about that too, of course, and he could fix it all.

in his head, you had become an angel, someone he craved to corrupt and ruin only for himself. the longer you kept yourself away from your human depravities, the more kazutora craved you.

two months was more than enough time to get in your good graces, to be considered a friend, someone to rely on, someone to trust. and trust him you did, giving him your phone number and letting him start to infiltrate your life outside of therapy sessions together.

you put your faith into the reformed criminal who had barely washed his hands after the crime, the blood and grime still caked under his fingernails as he rode up to you on his bike and offered you a lift to a nearby cafe after your last class. 

“funny seeing you around here, kazu! i didn’t know you liked to ride around here.” you giggled as you climbed onto the back, wrapping your arms around him.

“normally i don’t, but i guess it was just fate to bump into you here.” he smiled at you over his shoulder before bringing you to the cafe he knew you liked, the one where he got his favorite photo of you chewing on a strawberry pastry with the cutest smile on your lips.

he wouldn’t sleep unless he saw that smile on your face up close and in person, and as he offered to get you whatever you wanted and you asked for just that pastry, he knew his wish would come true. 

your little excursion with kazutora was fun. he was so sweet, so kind to you, reaching across the table with a napkin to dab at your cheek when some of the flaky pastry stuck to your skin. it made your cheeks feel warm, your eyes linger on his mouth. 

it didn’t take him long to offer you a ride back to his place, to check out his new living quarters that his ‘parents’ were helping him pay for. 

you accepted, like a lamb to the slaughterhouse, consenting to your own kidnapping as he drove you both home for the very first time.

he led you upstairs and into the small apartment, letting you in first before closing and locking the door behind himself. the place was small, well-kept, tidy. it was just a small one-bedroom, but enough for two people. 

kazutora was charming. kazutora was kind. kazutora had eyes that turned into deep black pools when he looked at you, when his hands landed on your waist and his teeth sunk into your skin. kazutora was a gentleman, getting you off on his tongue before sinking his cock into your tight heat.

kazutora cared about you. he definitely had a condom on, you heard him fumble with the wrapper. kazutora didn’t make your shoulder bleed when he bit you too hard, you had been overwhelmed with pleasure and had gotten confused.

kazutora. kazutora. kazutora. 

you thought only of him as you drifted to sleep in his bed, just for a short nap, you had murmured. you thought only of him as you felt something cold and a bit heavy snap around your ankle.

you had stepped on a bear trap without even knowing it, and now it had its rusty, bloodied teeth sunk deep into your flesh and muscle and bone. 

kazutora would be your everything, whether you liked it or not. he had made sure of that. at least you would have the best bags his fingers could grab, right?

[dc-tired]

Maybe one day

He was just adjusting the bandages on his ankle when the tavern door swung open, and the fire in the fireplace flared up; Damian hissed through his teeth, turning away and pulling his hood over his head.

Hiding was pointless; he had already been found. However, pride wouldn't let him give up without a fight. The monotonous chatter in the tavern began to fade. With every step the approaching man took, more people fell silent; a barely audible "Dragon, dragon!" swept through the crowd. Approving shouts and greetings echoed.

What did they love about this werewolf? A crowned half-human, a half-reptile — it was incomprehensible; an animal sat on the throne, wild and predatory. Why did all these people...

The young man swallowed back cruel words. A dull pain shot through his ankle, driving him crazy for hours; he was hungry and, moreover, soaked and tired. The dragon was... and of course, but the love for him among his people was not the true reason for his anger.

The half-human stopped, his cloak rustling across the floor. Damian kept his gaze fixed on the inviting fireplace. He knew he had been caught. Knew that it would be this way — it was meant to happen.

Timothy knelt down, and his fiery palm covered Damian's cold, still damp hand.

"This time, you're far away," the dragon murmured almost inaudibly.

A thunderclap sounded outside. In its flash, at the periphery, Damian noticed: a soaked cloak, water dripping from his hair. The dragon had been looking for him in the rain, in the bad weather, knowing full well he wouldn’t be able to escape.

And he kept watching, without taking his eyes away. Unaware of how the tavern's patrons and owners were staring at them.

Damian said nothing — his pride, shame, and anger had glued his mouth shut. He didn't lower his hands, didn't shift his gaze to the dragon.

Timothy continued to look at him, like a loyal dog.

"Do you want to stay here for the night?" he asked softly, gently stroking the skin on Damian's hand that was starting to crack. "Or should I find a more comfortable place?"

Damian pressed his lips together; the recovering tavern owner immediately spoke up:

"We will prepare the best room for you! And a bath! And dinner on the house! For our dragon," he said with a flourish of his winged lizard brooch, "we will not hold back. The best rest at the 'Dragon's Egg' that is possible!"

Laughter rippled through the crowd; it seemed the name was a frequent topic of jokes here. Timothy said nothing in response, and the silence between them dragged on so long that Damian reluctantly parted his lips:

"Here."

The dragon tenderly stroked his hand again. He continued to look, boring a hole into Damian with his attentive gaze, when he spoke louder to the crowd:

"Everything you promised, and breakfast. I will pay."

The owner immediately bustled about, and the familiar tavern buzz returned. People raised toasts to the dragon as if his presence here was their achievement; a song started, and a lyre began to ring. A few drunkards twirled in an awkward dance, kicking up dust from the floor.

The dragon had already created a fair-sized puddle around them when the owner called them upstairs, still bustling about excessively and preening. Damian struggled to shake off his paralysis, and Timothy immediately sprang up to help him rise.

The young man shot an angry glare at him. So many people were watching them and so many conversations were being raised that by morning the whole village would know who had been there and what they had done — every move they made — and least of all did Damian want to present himself as weak in the eyes of others and even less to allow the dragon to play on that.

But he wasn’t doing it for show. In Timothy’s world, there was no one else existing right now. Right now — and in general.

With a clear effort, the dragon allowed him to walk up one flight of stairs on his own two feet, but as soon as they were alone, he effortlessly scooped the young man into his arms.

“Save your leg for another escape,” he whispered, and warm breath brushed against Damian’s cheek. The heat of his body penetrated the young man through and through, warming him to the bone, as if he had finally received permission. “I will take care of you until then.”

Damian rested his head on Timothy’s shoulder and closed his eyes — unintentionally. The warmth of the hands holding his own, the warmth of the dragon’s chest was so enticing to him, frozen and drenched, that he was unaware of it. What was worse: as soon as the door closed behind them and Timothy set him down on a chair, a pitiful, pleading sound escaped from Damian’s throat.

“I know,” the werewolf said tenderly, as if this small foolishness wasn’t humiliating for the prince, “the bath is already ready. I’ll warm it up, and you change. How is your leg?”

“You shouldn’t fly in a storm,” Damian mumbled awkwardly, clinging to his wet cloak. Timothy immediately sat down beside him, gently peeling the cold hands of the young man from the fabric and intertwining their fingers.

“I didn’t fly,” he promised. “I rode in from the nearest town, and walked through the village. The horse threw me off as soon as I saw the lights of the houses. How’s your leg, dear?”

People didn’t like the dragon’s animals. They adored them, even worshiped. Damian... still didn’t know what he felt. The fiery hands held him gently, not giving him a chance to squirm away.

“It aches. I twisted it when I was making my way through the city. And... already in the tavern.”

Timothy’s lips formed a sad, unhappy line. He comfortingly ran his hands down Damian’s forearm, once again giving out his unasked tenderness.

“Change your clothes,” he said softly, “I’ll prepare the water and go downstairs for the medicine. I’ll leave some ointment for you.”

Damian nodded. The lump in his throat didn’t allow him to express how grateful he was to the dragon.

He washed up, dried himself, changed into a nightshirt, and was just about to tend to his ankle when the dragon returned. How he knew every time that Damian was done, the young man didn’t know. Perhaps just as he found out, no matter how deep he tried to escape from his husband.

“Not a single decent doctor in the whole village,” the dragon murmured barely audibly, handing him the medicine. “Drink, dear. It should take away the pain and inflammation. At home, I could take better care of you, but for now, this is all I can do.”

The young man obediently took a sip of the medicine; the pain in his leg ceased its incessant throbbing after the warm water, but an echo of pain lingered in his muscles, promising to remind him of itself during the night when the entire tavern would be asleep. He would have preferred this punishment for his foolishness, his distrust, his...

The dragon was busy changing and drying himself behind the screen, and Damian could see his back; he deliberately wouldn’t look away from the wall. The medicine habitually tasted bitter on his tongue, infused with healing herbs, calming his thoughts; many — but not all.

The young man finished the glass just as Timothy changed.

"Let me," the dragon whispered, taking the ointment; Damian would have refused if the touch of his hands hadn’t felt so magical.

He silently endured Timothy pouring his love onto him, literally massaging it into his skin. When the bandages were finally wrapped around his ankle, and the dragon wiped his hands on a rag, all Damian wanted was to sleep so that treacherous thoughts would stop jumping around in his head like fleas. He pulled the plate that had been resting on the bedside stool closer to him, sensing that his hunger had vanished even before he touched the first piece. With difficulty, the young man finished his dinner, all the while catching the attentive gaze of his dragon; trying to distract himself from it, he belatedly realized that the tavern owner truly hadn’t been stingy with the food.

Just as he was about to lie down, Timothy spoke up again:

"I’ll take a place by the door."

He fervently wanted to clarify: "On the floor?" but Damian allowed the dragon to lie on the side farthest from the window without question. He settled down at the most respectful distance the bed would allow him.

With bitter irony, the young man thought: this is how they slept — husbands. Soon it would be a year of their married life.

He blew out the candles and lay down. In the darkness of countless nights, Damian had already learned that the dragon could see well even without light and didn’t allow himself to turn toward him, to try to find his silhouette in the dark. In the noise of the pouring rain outside, he whispered only:

"I’ll run away again."

"Only after your leg heals," his husband immediately replied. And he added even more gently: "Please."

Damian waited until Timothy fell asleep — forced himself to believe he had fallen asleep — and then he carefully shifted closer to him. Without hesitating for a second, the dragon wrapped an arm around him and pulled him in tightly. The consuming thoughts that Damian was anyone but a suitable husband for the dragon fell silent; others came to replace them. All gradually betrayed him: grandfather, mother, father, brothers. The father alone did the little he could to atone for his sins: he married him off to the dragon; to one who wouldn’t want to and couldn’t betray him.

Damian kept testing him, knowing that one day he would give in and stop running away. That one day he would trust that Timothy wouldn’t abandon him, and perhaps that would become his greatest...

The dragon stirred as if hearing his thoughts and tightened his embrace. He pressed against Damian, wrapping him in a protective cocoon, and the burning heat of him penetrated the young man down to his bones.

...luck.

The leg no longer ached. The rain, if it didn’t stop by morning, would give Timothy reason to come up with a hundred excuses unfit for his royal status to stay in bed for one more day, curled up in a ball of burning embraces.

And if it does stop... Damian could lie about his leg. He could come up with a sufficiently convincing lie and a hundred meaningless and pointless excuses to stay here for at least a few more hours.

↓ RU :

Он как раз поправлял повязки на лодыжке, когда дверь в таверну распахнулась, и пламя в камине возликовало; Дэмиен зашипел сквозь зубы, отворачиваясь и закрываясь капюшоном.

Прятаться было бесполезно; он его уже нашел. Гордость, однако, не позволяла сдаться без сопротивления.

Монотонная болтовня в таверне стала за��ихать. С каждым шагом приближавшегося к нему человека замолкало все больше людей; едва слышное "Дракон, дракон!" пронеслось по толпе. Послышались одобрительные выкрики, приветствия.

За что они только любили этого оборотня? Коронованного недочеловека, недоящерицу — уму непостижимо; на троне сидело животное, дикое, хищное, почему все эти люди…

Юноша проглотил жестокие слова. Тупая боль простреливала лодыжку, сводила его с ума вот уже который час; он был голоден, и, к тому же, вымок и устал. Дракон был... причём, конечно, но любовь к нему его людей не была истинной причиной его злости.

Получеловек остановился, прошуршал по полу его плащ. Дэмиен все не сводил взгляда с радующегося камина. Он знал, что попался. Знал, что так и будет — так и должно было произойти.

Тимоти опустился на колено, и его огненная ладонь накрыла озябшую, все еще влажную ладонь Дэмиена.

— В этот раз далеко, — едва слышно пробормотал дракон.

За окном грохнула молния. В ее отблеске, на периферии, Дэмиен заметил: вымокшая накидка, капающая с волос вода. Дракон искал его под дождем, в непогоду, зная, что у него ни за что не получится уйти.

И смотрел, глаз не отводя. Не замечая, как на них пялятся постояльцы и хозяева таверны.

Дэмиен не ответил ничего — рот склеили гордость, стыд и злость. Он не скинул руки, не перевел на дракона взгляда.

Тот продолжал смотреть на него, словно преданная собака.

— Хочешь остаться на ночь здесь? — так же едва слышно спросил он, ласково поглаживая пальцем начинающую трескаться кожу. — Или мне найти более комфортабельное место?

Дэмиен поджал губы; опомнившийся хозяин тут же подал голос:

— Мы подготовим для вас лучшую комнату! И ванну! И ужин за счет заведения! Для нашего дракона, — щегольнул он фибулой с крылатой ящерицей, — мы не поскупимся. Лучший отдых в "Драконьем яйце", который только возможен!

По толпе пронеслись смешки; название, видно, здесь было частой темой для шуток. Тимоти ничего не ответил, и молчание между ними так затянулось, что Дэмиен нехотя разжал губы:

— Здесь.

Дракон вновь нежно погладил его руку. Он продолжал смотреть, прожигая в Дэмиене своим внимательным взглядом дырку, когда проговорил уже громче, в толпу:

— Все, что вы пообещали, и завтрак. Я оплачу.

Хозяин тут же засуетился, вернулся привычный таверный гомон. Люди поднимали за дракона тосты, словно это их заслугой было его присутствие здесь; затянули песню, зазвенела лира. В неумелом танце закружились несколько пьяниц, выбивая из пола пыль.

С них с драконом уже натекла порядочная лужа, когда хозяин позвал их наверх, все еще излишне суетясь и красуясь; Дэмиен с трудом скинул оцепенение, и Тимоти тут же подскочил, помогая ему подняться.

Юноша метнул на него сердитый взгляд. Столько людей наблюдали за ними и столько поднимали разговоров, что к завтрашнему утру уже вся деревня будет знать, кто был здесь и что делал — каждое их движение — и меньше всего на свете Дэмиен хотел выставить себя слабым в глазах других и еще меньше — позволить дракону на этом сыграть.

Но он не делал этого напоказ. Просто в мире для Тимоти никого другого сейчас не существовало. Сейчас — и вообще.

С очевидным усилием над собой дракон позволил ему пройти один пролет на своих двоих, но, едва рядом никого не осталось, он легким ��вижением подхватил юношу на руки.

— Побереги ногу для другого побега, — шепнул он, и теплое дыхание обдало Дэмиену щеку. Жар его тела пронзил юношу насквозь, согревая до костей, словно наконец-то дождался разрешения. — Я позабочусь о тебе до тех пор.

Дэмиен опустил голову ему на плечо и прикрыл глаза — сам того не желая. Теплота рук, держащих его ладоней, груди дракона так манила его, замерзшего и промокшего, что он не отдавал себе отчета. Того хуже: стоило двери за ними закрыться, а Тимоти опустить его на стул, у юноши из горла вырвался несчастный, просящий звук.

— Я знаю, — тут же нежно шепнул оборотень, словно эта маленькая глупость не была унизительной для принца, — ванна уже готова. Я подогрею ее, а ты п��реоденься. Как твоя нога?

— Тебе нельзя летать в грозу, — пробормотал Дэмиен, неловко цепляясь за мокрый плащ. Тимоти тут же присел рядом, ласково отцепляя от ткани озябшие руки юноши и сплетая их пальцы.

— Я и не летал, — пообещал он. — От ближайшего города добрался на коне, а по деревне шел пешком. Лошадь сбросила меня, едва показались огни домов. Как твоя нога, родной?

Животные дракона не любили. Люди — обожали, боготворили даже. Дэмиен... до сих пор не знал, что чувствовал. Огненные руки держали его бережно, не давая шанса увильнуть.

— Ноет. Я подвернул ее, когда пробирался по городу. И... уже в таверне.

Губы Тимоти сложились в несчастную, печальную линию. Он утешающе провел ладонями Дэмиену по предплечью, вновь раздавая свою непрошенную нежность.

— Переодевайся, — мягко сказал он, — я подготовлю воду и спущусь за отваром. Я оставлю тебе мазь.

Дэмиен кивнул. Комок в горле не позволил ему сказать, как он был дракону признателен.

Он вымылся, вытерся, переоделся в ночную рубашку и как раз собирался заняться лодыжкой, когда дракон вернулся. Как он каждый раз догадывался, что Дэмиен закончил, юноша не знал. Вероятно так же, как находил, в какие бы дебри он от своего мужа не сбегал.

— Ни одного приличного врача на всю деревню, — едва слышно пробормотал дракон, протягивая отвар. — Пей, родной. Должно убрать боль и воспаление. Дома я смогу позаботиться о тебе лучше, но пока это все, что в моих силах.

Юноша послушно пригубил лекарство; нога перестала так назойливо ныть после горячей воды, но отголосок боли сохранялся в мышцах и обещал напомнить о себе ночью, когда вся таверна будет спать. Он предпочел бы это наказание своей глупости, своему недоверию, своей...

Дракон возился, переодеваясь и вытираясь за ширмой, и Дэмиен мог видеть его спину; он нарочно не отводил взгляда от стены. Лекарство привычно горчило на языке лечебными травами и успокаивало мысли; многие — но не все.

Юноша опустошил стакан как раз когда Тимоти переоделся.

— Позволь мне, — прошептал дракон, забирая мазь; Дэмиен запретил бы, не прогревай прикосновение его рук так волшебно.

Он молчаливо переждал то, как Тимоти изливал на него свою любовь, буквально втирая ее в кожу. Когда бинты, наконец, обернули его ногу, а дракон вытер руки о ветошь, единственное, чего хотел Дэмиен — уснуть, чтобы предательские мысли прекратили скакать в его голове, как блохи. Он пододвинул к себе стоявшую на пр��кроватной табуретке тарелку, ощущая, что голод пропал еще до того, как он коснулся первого кусочка. С трудом юноша расправился с ужином, все это время ловя на себе внимательные взгляды своего дракона; стараясь отвлечься от них, он с опозданием понял, что хозяин таверны и правда не поскупился на продукты.

Он только собрался лечь, как Тимоти снова подал голос:

— Я займу место у двери.

Страстно захотелось уточнить: "На полу?", но Дэмиен без вопросов позволил дракону лечь на дальней от окна стороне. Тот расположился на самом почтительном расстоянии, что позволила ему кровать.

С горькой иронией юноша подумал: вот так они и спали — супруги. Скоро будет год их семейной жизни.

Он задул свечи и улегся. В темноте бесчисленных ночей Дэмиен уже выучил, что дракон хорошо видел и без света, и не позволил себе повернуться в его сторону, попытаться во мраке нашарить взглядом его силуэт. В шуме хлещущего за окном дождя он шепнул только:

— Я снова убегу.

— Только после того, как заживёт твоя нога, — тут же откликнулся его муж. И добавил еще мягче: — Пожалуйста.

Дэмиен дождался, когда Тимоти заснёт — заставил себя поверить, что он уснул — и так осторожно как только смог перелёг к нему поближе. Не медля ни секунды, дракон обвил его рукой и притянул к себе вплотную. И съедающие заживо мысли о том, что Дэмиен был кем угодно, но только не подходящим супругом для дракона, умолкли; другие пришли им на смену. Все постепенно предавали его: дед, мать, отец, братья. Отец единственный сделал то немногое, что смог, чтобы искупить свою вину: отдал его замуж за дракона; того, кто не захотел бы и не смог его предать.

Дэмиен продолжал его проверять, зная, что однажды сдастся и перестанет убегать. Что однажды он доверится, что Тимоти его не бросит, и, вероятно, это станет самой большой его...

Дракон дернулся, словно услышав его мысли, и стиснул свои объятья крепче. Он прижался к Дэмиену, оборачиваясь вокруг него защитным коконом, и обжигающее его тепло пробрало юношу до костей.

...удачей.

Нога больше не болела. Дождь, если не прекратит к утру, даст повод Тимоти придумать сотни неподобающих его королевскому статусу оправданий остаться в постели ещё на один день, свернувшись в клубок обжигающих объятий.

А если прекратит... Дэмиен мог ��ы солгать про ногу. Он мог бы придумать достаточно убедительную ложь и сотни бессмысленных и бестолковых оправданий, чтобы задержаться здесь ещё хотя бы на несколько часов.

[loonybun]

Meeting Aisling (CYOA) 3

hiiiii ough this took forever :( don’t feel like it’s super good but new character! yay!!! he’s normal guys i promise (fingers crossed behind my back)

contains: captivity, faerie carewhumper, dryad guy of unknown whumperee status, references to past abduction(s), fantasy whump, fantasy setting, manhandling.

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You decide to look for anything that could help you escape— or at the very least tell you where you are. The window is the obvious thing to look at, considering it’s the only other possible way out of the room. The gaps in the vines are big enough for you to stick your hands through, but you probably couldn’t get much further.

From the holes, you can see a village beneath the structure you’re in. People. There are people here. If you made enough noise, maybe someone would come and save you.

The trees around the village are thicker than most of the houses. Massive structures that you can’t even see the tops of. Branches as big as trains.

Even if the window wasn’t obscured, it’d be too high to jump from. You’re not going to have much luck with it.

You walk over to the vanity in one of the other parts of the room. The mirror greets you with your disgruntled state, twigs and flowers sticking out of tangled hair.

The table is covered with all kinds of trinkets. Bells, flower circlets, crystals, little animals made of glass. It may have been a charming collection under different circumstances, but unfortunately you don’t have time to focus on something so small.

Besides the vanity, there’s also a desk filled to the brim with papers and books. Bottles of ink line the shelf above it. Great, the weirdo that kidnapped you is a writer. You can definitely use that to escape. Maybe threaten to set some of his manuscripts on fire or give him a bad review. That’ll show him.

You groan and go back over to the bed, flopping onto the soft mattress. Despite your amazing investigative skills, you’d somehow neglected the plate of fresh berries on the bedside table. Just looking at them makes your mouth water.

If you’re going to escape, you have to have some fuel in you, right?

As you reach out to grab one of the fruits, something snaps around your wrist and yanks it away.

“Don’t eat that.”

The roots around your arm squeeze it tightly. After you recover from the shock, you turn to face the source of the voice.

The tree.

The fucking tree.

Or what was a tree five seconds ago, at least. Of course. Why not? Magical bug men, talking trees, sure. Just throw in a dancing bear at this point.

The tree— or man, you’re not sure what to describe it as— is giving you a hard glare. It’s entirely made of wood, save for its flowering hair and a few rogue blossoms. If looks could kill, you have a feeling that they wouldn’t be able to put your corpse back together.

It slowly retracts its branches from your wrist, forming them back into a more hand-like structure.

He inspects you for a moment.

“…His standards get lower by the hour. Goodness, where did he even find you? A dog park?” The— whatever he is, scoffs.

Your cheeks flush with embarrassment. He wasn’t wrong, you did look like a mess, but that doesn’t mean his words don’t hurt.

He plucks a leaf from your hair and grins. “I mean, this is just sad. And I thought the last one was bad… No, you take the cake. Anyways, how long were you planning on staying here? Come up with any daring escape plans yet? Please, do tell.”

Even if you had, telling this thing seemed like a bad idea. He definitely doesn’t have your best interests in mind.

“What?” The man(?) frowns. “Too harsh? Alright, fine. I should have just started with names. Have you given yours to him yet?”

You shake your head.

“Good. Don’t. Anyways, since you won’t have much of a use for it anyways, mine is Oleander. You don’t have to give me yours if you don’t want to. I’d like to keep this interaction as quick as possible. Feel free to ask questions though. Better to hear it than learn from experience in this case.”

Well, you sure had a lot of questions. Why are you here? Where is here? What is he? What snatched you away to begin with?

“Ohh, you’re one of the panicky ones. Alright, well, for starters, you’re in a tree. Or a palace. Whatever you’d like to imagine it as, honestly. I don’t know the exact reason you were brought here, but I have a few guesses. Let’s just say none of them are situations anyone would want to be in.” He keeps up with your rapid-fire, only taking a moment in between questions.

“I’m what’s called a dryad. Essentially, a plant with a consciousness and a body created by magic— You do know what magic is, right? Yes? Alright, that saves some explaining. I don’t really want to get into detail about what a faerie is, but that’s what the other man was. Anyways, I’ll be brief, I don’t want you here, and I’m assuming you don’t want to be here either, right?”

You nod.

“Good. That saves me some trouble. I’m going to help you escape. Now, he’s probably going to be back within the next ten or so minutes. You’re not going to mention me to him, understand? He doesn’t know I exist, and I want to keep it that way.”

After you give another nod, he sighs in relief. You watch as Oleander moves back towards the center of the room, his wood skin slowly morphing, bending, and reshaping until you’re left “alone” again.

Your chest feels lighter. There’s still a chance to escape. While you’re still not entirely sure you can trust your new companion, he’s still a failsafe if you can’t find another way out of here.

Just a few minutes later, the door swings open and a familiar person enters the room.

Person? Was that right?

Ai smiles at you, slit pupils you hadn’t noticed previously practically glistening when he spots you at the far end of the room.

“Oh— Hi! You’re awake now? Is everything alright? You look a little shaken up…” He flutters over to you.

Flutters. Right. Wings.

You can’t help but stare. Whatever you’d met in the woods hardly resembled him now. The fae in front of you dawned a long, fairly intricate cloak. His skin— or fur, it’s honestly hard to tell, is a soft pink. He’s not unpleasant looking in any sense, just… Unusual. If it weren’t for the sharp teeth, he’d almost look approachable.

He’s acting like he’s actually concerned about you. Like he didn’t just take you to an entire new dimension. Like there’s any other reason that you’d be upset. You just continue to stare, unable to create a response with the knot in your throat.

Ai sets a hand on your shoulder reassuringly. “Upset? That’s okay. I know it’s a lot for you to take in. I hope you don’t feel like I was trying to deceive you before in the woods… I just thought you seemed interesting! I wanted to get to know you a bit before… Well, before all of this. I didn’t mean to rush you.” You’re hardly paying attention to what he’s saying. He kidnapped you. Of course you’re upset!

“You probably feel scared, don’t you? I… I want to say that I won’t hurt you. Those aren’t my intentions with you. Why don’t we get to know each other a bit better? I want to understand you, and I want you to be able to understand me, too. I know this isn’t the best first impression… But I really didn’t want to have to mess with your memories again. I want to do it right this time.”

This is insane. You can’t read him. What does he want from you? He said he doesn’t want to hurt you, but none of his actions so far have even slightly supported that. He abducted you. He chased you through the fucking woods. What other reason could he possibly have for keeping you here?

“Go ahead, ask me anything.”

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[mrsmikaelsxn]

ABBA Marathon

masterlist

pairing: father sirius black x daughter reader

warnings: like one curse word, tooth rotting fluff, sirius being an icon, literally just a very fun read that i hope has you smiling in your bed

summary: you meet sirius, play chess with sirius, and have an abba singing and dance party with sirius (sirius meeting his daughter post azkaban - requested by anon)

a/n: im so obsessed with this idk i wish sirius was my dad, also sorry this has been in my inbox for so long

song: waterloo - abba

Being Sirius Black's daughter was quite tiring. But also thrilling. Especially since it was your third year when he escaped Azkaban.

Your best friends are Harry, Hermione, and Ron. You couldn't have asked for better ones.

With the rumors of Sirius coming after you and Harry, people had been cold towards you because of your father, not that you could control who your father was.

Right now you were outside, taking a walk in some fresh air. Suddenly a dog comes up to you and barks once. "Why, hello there," you coo and bend down. The dog happily wags his tail and jumps onto her. "Aww, you're so cute!" 

You pet the dog, who leans into your hand. "You are very skinny," you frowned. "Follow me, I'm sure Hagrid has some food I can give you." 

As you two head down, you get near the Whomping Willow. As you pass by, the dog suddenly spins and before you could blink the dog was biting your pants, tugging you to the tree. 

"Um, excuse me, Mr. Dog, but these are new pants." You then get very close to the tree, "Er- I don't think this is a good idea," you say nervously as the branches of the tree start to move. 

The dog looks up in alert and quickly tugs you into some type of hole that they slid down into. "Ah!" The dog jumps up and pulls on your pants again. "Where are we going?"

Finally, you come into an empty abandoned room. "What is this place..."

You walk over and pick up a dusted book, blowing on the cover before putting it back down. You turn around and her eyes go wider than they've ever been. "AHH!" you scream.

"AHH!" 

"AHH!"

"SHH!"  

You cover your mouth and stare at the one and only Sirius Black.

Your father.

"What the fuck," you whisper to yourself. "Oh my Merlin, I'm too young to die! I- I haven't gotten to slap Malfoy yet, I haven't been able to prank Snape! I ha-"

"Prank Snape?" Sirius pipes up. 

"I'm going to die. Oh, Godric," you pace while frantically whispering to yourself. "I'm in the same room with Sirius Black, alone."

He frowns at being called by his name instead of Dad, which it should be.

"Relax, love, I'm not going to kill you."

You spin and face the man, "You're not?"

"No."

"Then why am I here? For giggles and a tea party?"

"One, you're about to find out. Two, I don't like tea," Sirius makes a face. 

"Huh, me neither. Now, go on, tell me why I'm in an abandoned room with an escaped convicted murderer," you cross your arms. 

"I'm not a murderer. I'm innocent, I swear."

You narrow her eyes, "How so?"

"Well, it started when I first got to Hogwarts..."

You wipe the tears from under your eyes, "That is the saddest thing I have ever heard."

Sirius waves his hand, "Now that you know what happened, you believe me right?"

"Of course!" You throw her arms around the man, who relaxes into his daughters hold. It's been a long time since he has had human contact.

"Unfortunately, I'm afraid you can't tell anyone about me just yet."

"Why?! If I tell them you're inno-"

He smiles sadly, "I'm not so sure they would believe you."

"But-" Sirius shakes his head. You sigh, "Well, are you going to be staying here?"

He nods, "I guess. It's a bit dirty though, if you ask me."

"I can fix that," you grin. He raises his eyebrows in curiosity. You takes out your wand and flick it. The room starts moving and the dust all collects together before flying out the window. The furniture vanishes and new ones appear. Pictures form on the wall and the room cleans up into a brand new, clean room.

"Wow, impressive. Thank you," Sirius says. You nod and flick your wrist again. In the blink of an eye, Sirius is freshly cleaned and looks well taken care of. His eyes almost water at your kindness. "I truly can't thank you enough."

"That's better, isn't it?" You smile proudly at your work. "Oh! You need food," you think for a moment, "I'll just bring you down daily meals."

"I can't ask you to do that, it's too much."

"It's a good thing you don't have to ask. You mentioned your friend... Remus Lupin." Sirius nods and gestures for you to continue, "He's a Professor this year... anyway, is he a..."

"A...?"

"Werewolf," you say hesitantly. 

Sirius' face goes a bit pale, "What makes you think that?"

"His boggart was a moon, and he has lots of light scars."

"Would it change your opinions about him?"

"Not at all! If anything I think it makes him even better." Sirius nods his head. "Yes... he's a werewolf?" 

He nods again, "You're a bright witch."

"Thank you," you beam. You looks at your watch, "I have about twenty minutes before my friends start looking for me. In the meantime.... Wizard's Chess?"

"Yes! Checkmate!" You jump up from your seat in excitement. "I won!"

"That's not fair! You only won because I'm rusty," Sirius crosses his arms and sinks into the couch. 

"Sure, sure. Rematch tomorrow?" you ask. 

"Rematch tomorrow," you two shake hands and you go to the exit. 

"I'll bring you some food in a little while."

"Bye, darling," he waves, watching you leave. 

A few weeks later, you were on your daily trip to see Sirius. You snuck in through the Whomping Willow, you also learned how to avoid the branches. 

"Hello?!" you shout. 

"Over here!"

You follow his voice and see him digging through a closet. "What are you looking for?"

"I- that's... a good question." He stands up and clears his throat, "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"It has come to my attention that you recently made an appearance in the castle."

"Mhm."

"And you didn't inform me about it beforehand," you gives him a blank stare.

"I wanted to, but it took a while to plan and I wanted it to be a surprise," he grins with jazz hands.

"You do realize that I could have helped you in, right?"

"Yeah, but I didn't want to risk you getting in trouble," he frowns. 

"I appreciate your concern," you salute him and he does it back with a chuckle.

"What's in the bag?" He nods to the one hanging on your arm. 

"This, my furry father-"

"That was a horrible joke."

"-Is a record player!" You excitedly pull it out of the bag and place it on a table. 

"A what?"

"A record player. It plays music. Want to see?!"

"As if I would say no to music."

You reach into the bag and take out some vinyl records. "I picked ones that I think you would enjoy best. There is a supergroup that I thought you would really like. They're called ABBA. They're one of my favorites." 

You set up the record player and place one of the vinyls in. You grin at the man as you hit the play button.

"YOU CAN DANCE, YOU CAN JIVE! HAVING THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE! SEE THAT GIRL, WATCH THAT SCENE! DIGGING THE DANCING QUEEN!"

You and Sirius continue to shout the lyrics into your fake microphones as you hop around the room with the song blasting. When the room was first set up by you, you placed several privacy and silencing spells, so you two didn't have to worry about anyone hearing anything.

"YOU ARE THE DANCING QUEEN! YOUNG AND SWEET, ONLY SEVENTEEN-"

"GIMME, GIMME, GIMME A MAN AFTER MIDNIGHT! WON'T SOMEBODY HELP ME CHASE THE SHADOWS AWAY?" you sing while bouncing on the couch. 

"GIMME, GIMME, GIMME A MAN AFTER MIDNIGHT! TAKE ME THROUGH THE DARKNESS TO THE BREAK OF THE DAY!" Sirius continues as he walks and dances as if he were on a stage. 

"MAMMA MIA, HERE I GO AGAIN! MY, MY, HOW CAN I RESIST YOU?"

"MAMMA MIA, DOES IT SHOW AGAIN! MY, MY, JUST HOW MUCH I'VE MISSED YOU?" 

Sirius and you hold hands as you jump together and flip your hair with matching goofy grins. 

"YES, I'VE BEEN BROKENHEARTED! BLUE SINCE THE DAY WE PARTED!"

"WHY, WHY DID I EVER LET YOU GO?"

"BUT NOW IT ISN'T TRUE! NOW EVERYTHING IS NEW!" you grab your wand to create two pairs of light up sunglasses, you toss one to Sirius and you both put them on.

"AND ALL I'VE LEARNED HAS OVERTURNED! I BEG OF YOUUU!" Sirius sings. 

"DON'T GO WASTING YOUR EMOTION! LAY ALL YOUR LOVE ON MEEEE!" you shout together. 

With a flick of your wrist, you - much to Sirius' surprise - somehow managed to have a disco ball with neon lights come from the ceiling. 

Harry, Ron, and Hermione sit in the Gryffindor common room. 

"I wonder what she's doing right now," Harry looks thoughtfully.

"She's been leaving a lot recently," comments Hermione, biting nervously on her nail.

"I hope she's okay," says Ron, "Sirius Black could be out there."

"LAST NIGHT I WAS TAKING A WALK ALONG THE RIVER, AND I SAW HIM TOGETHER WITH A YOUNG GIRL!"

"AND THE LOOK THAT HE GAVE HER MADE ME SHIVER! 'CAUSE HE ALWAYS USE TO LOOK AT ME THAT WAY!" Sirius grabs your hand and twirls you, causing you to laugh. 

"AND I THOUGHT, MAYBE I SHOULD WALK RIGHT UP TO HER AND SAY 'AH-HA-HA, IT'S A GAME HE LIKES TO PLAYYY!" you and Sirius shimmy dance to each other. 

You jump and freeze before breaking out in another dance and sing the chorus. "LOOK INTO HIS ANGELEYES, ONE LOOK AND YOU'RE HYPNOTISED! HE'LL TAKE YOUR HEART AND YOU MUST PAY THE PRICE!"

"SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERS ALL THE TIME!"

"I TRY TO CAPTURE EVERY MINUTE!"

"THE FEELING IN IT, SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERS ALL THE TIME!"

"DO I REALLY SEE WHAT'S IN HER MIND, EACH TIME I'M CLOSE TO KNOWING, SHE KEEPS ON GROWING!"

"SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERS ALL THE TIME!"

"SOMETIMES I WISH THAT I COULD FREEZE THE PICTURE!"

"AND SAVE IT FROM THE FUNNY TRICKS OF TIME!"

Sirius and you wrap an arm around each other's waist as they sway to the music. 

"SLIPPING THROUGH MY FINGERSSSSS!"

Sirius then starts pretending like he's playing the guitar to the music making your giggle. 

You and Sirius fall back, panting, onto the couch. Sirius turns to you and gives you a high five. 

"Oh my Merlin! That was the most fun I had in forever!"

"Me too, kid. Thank you. I don't know the last time I felt like that."

"You're welcome," you bumps his shoulder. "Oh! And you can keep everything, I have my own."

"Really?"

"Mhm, I'll bring you more vinyls I have. We can have more singing and dancing parties like this."

"I'm looking forward to it." He looks at a watch you got him, "I think it may be time for you to head back."

You look in a mirror on the wall, "My hair is messy from flipping it."

"I can help you with it, if you want," he smiles at you. 

"Really?" He nods. "Thanks!"

Sirius gets up and grabs a brush, you turn on the couch so he is behind you as he brushes through your hair. "I'm going to try to do that braid you taught me."

"Here's a hair tie," you take one off your wrist. 

He struggles at first but manages to do a good, tight braid. "Done!" Sirius claps his hands. 

You look in the mirror, "Wow, you have a good teacher."

He shrugs, "Meh, she's alright." You slap the back of his head, "Okay, okay! Not the hair! Okay, I have the best teacher." 

You nod happily and grab your bag, "Bye, Dad."

"See you soon, y/n," he winks.

[mariamakeslemons]

Spooktober 2024: Day 3 Werewolf

Warning: Reader is attempted to be gender neutral (although I might have slipped female descriptors in there, if you catch them let me know), mentions of an almost doctor/patient relationship (Soap is a dog and I will die on this hill)

I could easily expand on this, but I didn't want to go too long for a piece of spooktober...

Price hurries down the hall, ignoring Kate behind him as she calls out for him to wait. He can’t, not when Soap, the one he thought he lost, is just a bit further in this building. That loss has been a hole in the 141, one that hasn’t been filled no matter what the higher ups try.

“John, wait,” Kate pleads as they continue down the halls.

“No, Kate,” he finally snaps, “My boy is somewhere in here, and I need to see him.”

“John, stop,” Kate snaps. Price spins, ready to snarl at her, only to pause at the look on her face. It’s just as upset as he feels, but it’s sadder, a barer of bad news.

“Soap isn’t how he was,” she explains softly, “He’s… more aggressive, feral even. Here, they’re just trying to get him to be civil, not even disciplined. They said this saved his life, but…” she trails off, unable to keep eye contact with Price. But, he hears it. Like an echo from Shepard, he knows just what she’s not saying.

He’s a dog on a leash. If you’re not careful, he��ll be put down.

Taking a breath, Price straightens up and says, “I still need to see him.”

“And you will, if you could tell me who you wish to visit,” a voice asks from behind him. Both Kate and Price jump and spin around, facing you as you look at the pair calmly. A clipboard in your hand and the white cardigan you wear over what could only be street clothes makes Price raise an eyebrow.

“You work here?” he asks incredulously. You give a sharp nod and smile, showing off teeth that are a little sharper than they should be.

“Yes sir. I’m in charge of a few of the patients here, so I’ll be able to point you to the right room,” you explain.

“I’m looking for John MacTavish,” Price says, cutting the chase, “He was one of my men and I need to see that he’s actually alive.” Your face drops into a frown, nails tapping at the clipboard in your hand.

“You weren’t supposed to be here so soon,” you mumble, almost to yourself as you look down at your papers, before sighing. You turn to the hall beside them, motioning them to follow, before striding off. Price follows close behind, taking note of where you are leading them. The walls are a soft blue instead of the stark white of most hospitals, almost like it’s to relax people instead of stitch them up. You arrive at a door and Price lets out a surprised bark of laughter.

“Sir?” you ask, turning to him curiously. Price shakes his head, looking at the numbers ‘141’ in amusement.

“Sorry, love. That’s the number of the taskforce,” he explains. You blink at him before making a noise of understanding and knocking on the door. The snarl that sounds through the door makes Price and Kate tense, almost confused. You were supposed to bring them to Soap, not a beast.

“I know you did not just snarl at me!” you snarl back through the door. Immediately, the snarling turns into whines, like an apology. You roll your eyes and gently open the door, finally revealing the room to Price and Kate.

“What the hell?” Kate gasps and Price feels that as they look at the room. There is a low bed in the corner but that’s all the similarities the room has to a hospital room. Especially with the giant beast in the corner, staring at them with achingly familiar blue eyes that are just as intense as they had been when they were on a human face.

“…Soap?” Price tries, watching the beast cautiously. It- He relaxes, letting his tongue loll out of his mouth and his tail wags a little.

“Can you speak a little for me, John?” you ask, reminding Price that you didn’t leave after opening the door. Soap starts making the strangest barks Price has ever heard, something that’s a combination of drawn-out howl and short snaps, but you huff in amusement.

“So, you recognize both of them?” you ask, laughing as Soap’s great head bobs up and down hard enough to bounce the rest of his body. Price takes a step forward, only to come up short when you hold a hand out to stop him. He would have lashed out at you, if you didn’t give him an apologetic smile as Soap immediately growled and bared his teeth at Price.

“It’s still a little too early in his treatment to have anyone but his designated handler,” you explain apologetically, “Right now, he’s extremely territorial and he needs a temporary pack member who can act as Alpha while he adjusts.”

“And it can’t be Price?” Kate demands.

“Is Price secretly a werewolf?” you ask bluntly, ripping back the metaphorical curtain of this situation.

“I didn’t know Soap was,” Price decides to comment.

“He didn’t either,” you admit, tapping Soap’s nose without looking. Immediately, the Sergeant stops growling and whines at you pathetically, nosing at your side for some positive attention (like he’d do after Ghost scolded him or if the pretty birds at the bar turn him down and he slinks back to the table). You scratch at his muzzle as you continue, “His bloodline is old, almost buried in his genes, but it still wants to survive. Since the bullet wasn’t silver, all that needed to happen is for a need to survive and he revived as a werewolf.”

“So, he felt a need to survive and that’s it?” Kate asks. Price knows what she’s doing, checking for more information that could be used for the militaries that she works with. You snort, obviously reading between the lines as well.

“Of course not,” you huff, “There’s a lot of other factors, but that was what we could figure out about his revival.” Kate frowns and Price can’t help but feel the same. There’s no way to know what caused Soap to shift? Does that mean anyone can just change if they have the werewolf genes? Almost like you can read his mind, you shrug and continue, “Unless you are born into it, lycanthrope is a weird condition to pinpoint. John fell into one of five categories from what data we can collect.”

“Five?” Price repeats curiously.

“Fight, flight, freeze, fawn, and unknown,” you explain, “Fight is the category John falls into, as he felt a need to stay alive, not for survival, but due to a more combative reason. Flight is more focused on surviving only. Freeze is when one is confronted with a threat and needs to stand their ground for some reason, usually protecting family. Fawn is when a fellow werewolf finds them and they’re essentially soulmates, thus “awakening” the wolf. And unknown is pretty self-explanatory.”

“Werewolves can awaken others?” Price asks. You nod with a shrug.

“Yeah, but that’s extremely rare. It’s just been seen enough to make note of,” you explain, huffing when Soap tries to push his large head against your stomach. Price snorts, relaxing a little as he crosses his arms.

“…Will my team be able to see him?” he asks, looking between you and Soap. He doesn’t want to make assumptions, but he wants Soap back. He wants the 141 to be whole again, to have all his boys together. But, having nearly lost the Scot, he wouldn’t be surprised in Soap wanted to leave the military entirely.

“Give us a week, and you all can see him in person,” you declare confidently, “But, we can set up a video call to help him remember your team.” Price nods once, more than ready to do whatever he can to start the healing process for all his boys.

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“He’s here?” Gaz asks nervously, fidgeting with his coat nervously.

“He is,” Price reassures his Sergeant, looking at Ghost carefully. His Lieutenant is silent, but his fists are clenched and his eyes stare straight ahead from the balaclava. You walk up to them, smiling pleasantly.

“Welcome back, Captain,” you greet him, turning to Gaz and Ghost to give them nods, “Hello gentlemen. I take it, you two are part of the Captain’s taskforce?”

“Hello,” Gaz chokes, looking shocked at your appearance. Honestly, Price can’t blame the man. After no longer worrying about Soap, he did take note of how pretty you are. A soft thing that hides a steel blade behind a sweetness that doesn’t seem to curdle when someone misbehaves.

“If you gentlemen can follow me,” you request, leading them down the halls again. Today, there are more people in the halls than the last time Price had visited, but no one bothered them. Although, a random woman sneers at you, only to back down when you growl back.

“We’re here,” you declare upon arriving at room 141. You knock on the door and snort when Soap literally barks from in the room. Opening the door, Price finds Soap sitting on the bed, now in a human form. He is somehow even hairier than before, his ears a subtly pointed and his teeth are sharp, like yours are.

“Have you been behaving?” you ask as you walk into the room.

“Yeh, Ah hev,” Soap insists, watching as you gather chairs for the team to sit on. His blue eyes turn to the team and Price can practically see Soap piece together who they are.

“Captain… Price,” Soap finally greets, “…Gaz……LT?”

“Ghost,” Ghost corrects, although his tone is amused as he accepts the chair from you. Soap perks up at that, obviously catching the amusement.

“But Ah call ye LT,” he says. Price’s mouth twitches in amusement as Ghost sighs and nods. You laugh as Soap pumps his fist at being told he’s right.

“I call you Johnny,” Ghost adds on, watching as Soap pauses and tilts his head. There’s something wrong with how still the Scot is, Price decides, watching as Soap’s eyes stay focused on Ghost. Gaz shifts in his chair, which make’s Soap’s attention immediately snap to him.

“Do you remember your callsign?” Gaz asks.

“……Soap,” he finally says after a long, drawn out pause. Gaz grins and nods, which only makes Soap wiggle in happiness. You huff another laugh, which Soap takes as permission to pull you onto his lap, “Ma bonnie calls me John.”

“Oh, you’re dating?” Price can’t help but ask, immediately wary of your position in helping Soap recover.

“No,” you shoot down, “We’re not dating. He’s just clingy.” Soap whines as you wiggle from his grasp, hopping off the bed, “I’ll let you all get reacquainted. If you need me, the phone is on the desk over there and my extension is 762.” You slip out of the room, leaving the four men sitting in the room.

“…Ah’m gonna mate ‘em,” Soap declares with nod. Gaz cackles before poking at his fellow Sergeant, falling into their old back-and-forth easily. Price leans back in his chair, watching as Ghost rises from his chair to sit beside Soap on the bed, the low rumble of a terrible joke making the Scot light up with a cackle of his own. While he’s not too sure about much when it comes to werewolves, Price wouldn’t mind you getting together with Soap. After all, having an experienced wolf lead his boy would be for the best.

[mcx7demonbros]

Shark Attack (Leviathan x GN!MC)

Ft. Leviathan x GN!MC

C/W. Shark attack; Reader being called “ugly”; Cursing.

N.B. I name some minor characters for easy writing.

No proofread

You should have stayed at home.

You didn’t want to join diving trip with Karen, Jason, and Max. However, Karen managed to convince you to join her and the others. You knew that Karen invited you not out of the goodness of her heart, but to have someone inferior with her so that she could feel she was above someone else. And who could be a more perfect target for her than you? Airhead, clumsy, very normal with a face clearly inferior to her. Initially, you didn’t want to suffer going on a trip with her and her two “servants”. But when she described the beauty of the ocean and the aquatic creatures, you lost it. Your boyfriend, the Grand Admiral of Hell Leviathan, has a deep connection with the ocean and creatures within it. Yet you never had the chance to look at any of them in real life, except in the case of Lotan. (Henry 2.0 doesn’t count because he’s a fishbowl-bound goldfish).

On the day of the trip, you four met a man named Constantine, whom Karen hired to guide the group. At first, the trip was pleasant and enjoyable. With Constantine’s guidance, you were able to put on a diving suit and gear. Then you got to look at various colored fishes at a beautiful coral reef. You were also able to take a lot of pictures of the fishes. The only annoying thing was probably Karen’s constant demand to have her face in every picture the others took.

However, everything changed when Karen heard Constantine talk about a more beautiful coral reef quite far from where you were. Karen demanded Constantine to take them there. He objected at first, saying that he heard that people saw big and dangerous sharks there. But when Karen offered more money, Constantine accepted and took the whole group there. You did voice your objection with Constantine, but Karen shouted at you, telling you to shut your ugly mouth.

Karen’s demand was the beginning of a disaster…and a tragedy. Your boat entered the shark area and encoutered an unusually big Great White Shark. It attacked your boat and overturned it after a few tries. You all fell into the water, it hunting territory. With your might and strength, all of you tried to swim away, to a large rock nearby.

You managed to reach the rock, and while trying to climb on it. You heard a woeful scream. You turned around and saw Constantine being devoured between the jaws of the shark, turning a whole area of sea water red with blood.

“What d-do we do now? That monster is going to e-eat us like it h-has done with the old guy.” Max couldn’t stop shaking in his voice.

“From what I have observed, the rock we are standing on will submerge under the water when high tide comes around sunset. We must do something and not waiting for death.” Jason reported to Karen.

Karen looked at the overturned boat afar and then at the large fin moving within the vicinity around the rock.

“Someone has to swim to the boat and get the phone or the signal gun.” Karen said.

“Who’s gonna do that?” Max asked before realizing whom Karen was hinting.

“MC.”

“What?” You didn’t hear the conversation as you were sitting, trying to comprehend what had happened. You would have died today had you been the last of the escape group, with the jaws of the beast wrapping around you and tear you apart with its sharp teeth, chewing you like some meat gum.

“MC, we need you to swim to the boat over-there and get us a phone or a signal gun so that we can ask for a rescue team.”

“I-I c-can’t do that. There’s literally a hungry shark out there. Do you want me dead?” You shouted at Karen, while her two lap dogs looked back at you with threatening eyes.

“C’mon, MC. High tide is coming and this rock will soon submerge under the water. We can’t just sit around and wait for death.”

Knowing that you couldn’t fight all three of them, you reluctantly agreed. Jason even patted your shoulder and told you not to worry, while you were swimming, they would flap on the water so it would attract the shark away from you.

After calming yourself down, you entered the dangerous water and swam towards the boat, while the others created flapping sound on the other side of the rock to lure the shark away from you.

You managed to reach the boat safely and dived down to find the things Karen asked for under the overturned boat. You found your D.D.D floating on the water. Thanks Father it could still working. You also grabbed the flare gun among the things in Constantine’s bag.

Time to return. I can’t wait too much time here.

You left the boat and swam back to the large rock, carrying with you the hopes of the group.

However, the shark soon realized that it was being deceived. It turned its attention on you and began to chase you down.

Seeing the shark swimming at you with high speed, you began to swim faster and harder. When you nearly reached the rock, the shark also open its mouth and…

.

.

.

Sea water turned red with your blood as the shark managed to bite your thigh. It then dragged you across water, far from the rock.

When Karen saw the scene, she thought you would be done for and intended to shout to you to throw your phone and signal gun to them, but then she had a better idea. Taking the chance, the three of them swam towards the boat, abandoning you. They managed to turn the boat back, climbed on it and left.

What they didn’t expect was that you managed to escape the shark’s jaws. You shot the signal gun at the shark’s eyes, blinding it as you escaped back to the rock.

When you saw Karen’s group leaving you behind, you couldn’t help but cursed them under your breath. “Go die and rot in hell.”

You turned back to look at your wound. It was quite deep and the bleeding was constant. You gritted your teeth and washed the wound with sea water.

“Argh. Fuck.” You couldn’t help but cursed again. You continued to bear the pain as you bandaged it with the clothes you tore.

After dealing with the wound, you dialed Levi on your D.D.D.

“I’m on my way.” Levi said with a murderous tone even though you hadn’t explained anything to him.

The moment the call was cut off, you noticed the pact mark on your injured leg began to shine with a dark orange light. Then you looked at it closely, you discovered that the shark had bitten you right on the mark, making it soaked with your blood. Levi must have felt it so he was already on his way when you called him.

A few minutes ago, at the House of Lamentation, Levi was playing his game like any other day. He was even swearing at his bad teammates in a team game. Such team games made the third born miss you. To him, you were the best teammate he could ask for.

MC, I miss you so much. What are you doing now?

Suddenly, he got a tingling sensation. And he could smell blood. A demon’s nature told him it was his master’s blood.

Someone or something is threatening MC.

After that realization, Levi’s console dropped to the ground. A dark orange aura wrapped around him as his growl turned into snake’s hiss. His pupils constricted until they became vertical like snake’s eyes. His skin disappeared to make room for hard purple snake scales. His fangs grew longer and became as good as sharp swords. But the thing to watch out for was the poison & acidic liquid oozing out of the fangs.

Return to you, the sky suddenly darkened even though it wasn’t sunset yet. The pact connects a demon with their master. So you could feel Levi was nearby. You look at the sea and you just wanted to shout “OMG, there’s a big shadow under the water.”

Even the Great White Shark knew the danger and turned around to escape. But it was too late as Levi summoned a water blade. The blade traveled in water with sound speed and cut the shark in half.

“MC” the giant sea serpent emerged its head out of the water and turned to you. “You are badly wounded.”

“Yeah.”

“Let’s go back.”

“No, I still have something I want do do.”

Meanwhile, Karen and her two lap dogs were struggling to find direction to return to shore. However, they were completely lost as the compass was left at the treacherous water. Jason and Max were so pissed off that they began to argue and shout at each other. If Karen didn’t stop them, they would have fought each other.

Suddenly, something smashed into the boat, made it shake.

“What was that?” Karen asked as Max looked at the ocean before shouting. “SHARKS! L-LOTS OF THEM!”

Karen and Jason also looked at the ocean and panic soon filled their faces. Sharks, sharks were everywhere in the vast sea they were.

“Look, what’s that?” Jason pointed as the huge shadow under the water, in the centre of the shiver of hundreds of sharks.

The shadow soon emerged from the water, revealing a gigantic purple snake-like creature with two large corals as its horns. And there was something…someone sitting in the middle of the two horns.

“M-MC! I thought you w-were-were” Karen shouted, realizing it was you.

“Dead.” You finished the sentence for the girl. “Yeah, consider me dead but now I have returned from Hell, along with a part of its Navy under my command, to take you disgusting horrible sinners to Hell.”

“W-wait, let’s talk.”

But you didn’t want to hear another word from their mouths. Leviathan opened his mouth, spatting the acidic liquid at the boat. The boat melted into sea foam before turning into nothingness and the trio fell into the water.

“They’re yours.” Levi coldly said to his shark underlings.

The sea water was soon dyed red with blood, and the sound of waves were replaced by Karen and her lap dogs’ miserable screams. Soon the only thing left was a large pool of blood, but even it would dissipate in the vast ocean.

Nothing was left of this trip. No witness, no evidence, the only things remaining of the horrible trip were the photos of fishes and aquatic creatures you took. You took out your D.D.D and deleted all of them. You just wanted to forget this horrible memory.

“MC, I will take you to another ocean trip, to make wonderful memories, if you want.”

“Thank you, Levi. But I already had enough sea and ocean for today.”

“Including me?” Levi’s vertical orange pupils constricted further more, sadness in his eyes.

“No, not you, Levi. I’ll never be tired of you. Mmm, let’s go home.”

“Ok.”

With that, you and Levi, together with the Shark Squad of Hell’s Navy, disappeared from sight. A few days later, rescue teams were sent out to look for your companions, but to no avail. Nothing was found. Your companions’ disappearance became one of the most mysterious missing cases at sea.

[curatoroffiction]

Trick of the Eye

This is a fanfic for the Ikemen: Villains fandom - Trying something new with this one! It's inspired by how I can vibrate my eyes. It's a really wild trick that's a lot of fun at parties and never fails to gross people out. When I learned how Harrison's power worked, I was like "HAHAHA- MENACE TIME" - So this story might not be relatable for everyone. Content to expect; - Eyeballs vibrating/shaking - Harrison loses all sense of personal space because he just NEEDS to know. - Gender-neutral reader - This fic isn't romantic in nature, but it is romance- adjacent.

----- You knew that Harrison was capable of reading whether people were lying or telling the truth based on holding eye contact with them. Which made you curious, since you've had a special skill since you were young, which you didn't know if he'd be able to read.

This skill, is being able to vibrate your eyes.

In such a situation, it would be impossible for him to maintain eye-contact with you.

The thing is, however, that your eye-trick isn't easily seen from a distance.

So one day, while you're sitting at the table for breakfast, and Harrison is sitting on the far side away from you, you look up to Harrison and say "Hey Harrison, can I try telling you a truth or a lie and you tell me what it is?"

Harrison glances up to you, raising an eyebrow. Had his previous demonstrations not been enough? Ah, well. People usually take a few days to get used to it once they learn about it. Still, he doesn't like being treated like a dog doing tricks. "Make it interesting for me."

"If you can tell whether I'm lying or telling the truth, I'll owe you a favor."

Harrison grins. That's way too easy. "Sure, but no take-backs when you realize the game's rigged against you."

You grin too. He can't understand why you're grinning as you prepare to make your lie or truth statement. You look like you're having fun, though. He's already formulating in his head what he wants you to do.

"I ate peaches this morning." Your eyes wiggle right at the word 'Peaches' - If you wiggle them for more than one word, it becomes more obvious that you're doing it.

Harrison is staring at your eyes, and he blinks. "……" His grin drops. How did you do that?

The others at the table are intrigued by his response. Normally he'd quickly tell whether someone's lying or not. Is he playing with you? Roger is especially interested as he watches this scene unfold.

You grin even bigger because you can't help it - But you cover your mouth because you don't want to be too visibly excited.

No one's been able to lie to him like that in a very, very long time.

He doesn't like that.

"… Lying."

You look him in the eyes as you shrug and a smile. "Awwh shucks, looks like I owe you." before continuing to eat your breakfast. But he can tell that you're lying now. You were telling the truth and he couldn't tell the difference.

How did you turn it off?

The curious eyes all return to their individual morning routines as the status quo remains intact. But Harrison keeps stealing glances at you. He can't stop staring.

He can't figure out how you did it, and it's eating him alive.

When you get a moment alone, Harrison corners you when no one's around, arm trapping you against the wall as he looks directly into your eyes. Being this close, he should be able to spot the trick. Right? "How'd you do it?"

You can't help yourself, you're too excited. You did it! You actually did it! The fact that he's seeking answers means he wasn't just playing with you earlier. "I shook my eyeballs!"

"Show me."

You show him how your eyes can shake, and he instantly realizes why you did it when you were further away from him. Even if he'd been closer, he might not have noticed. He's never looking for small, minute shifts in people's eyes as they lie, because he can tell what they're looking at. Until now.

He lightly holds your chin, staring at your eyes, keeping your face still as he says "Can you show me again?" He needs to study this.

Your face warms as he touches you, and you realize just how close he is in this moment. You vibrate your eyes, and he shakes his head.

"Tell me something so I can see how you do it."

You pause to think of a good one. You look back to his eyes. "I've been stealing Jude's pens by accident." You shake your eyes right at the word 'Accident'. You have been stealing them by accident. You keep seeing him leave pens out in the study area of the library, and you pick them up and pick up the books strewn about, only to find out later that he's been pissed that someone's been putting his stuff away and he can't find any of his pens.

Harrison can see the miniscule eye movements at the word 'Accident'. He understands what happened now, and he understands how you did it. You obscured his ability to read one word. His powers read this statement as 'True', so he knows you're stealing Jude's pens, he just can't tell if it's by accident or not.

And if you'd used something like this without him knowing it, he'd surely have thought the whole sentence was the truth. The obscured nature of the last word turns to static in his mind, which he'd naturally ignore.

This is dangerous.

You, are dangerous.

"Was it an accident?"

"Yes."

You're telling the truth. He sighs, pulling away from you. "… That's an interesting trick you've discovered." His expression is hard to read. You can't tell if he's annoyed or bothered or indifferent to this.

"I hope it wasn't uncomfortable for you. I just realized that it was something I could potentially do, and I wanted to try it. I knew if I asked you directly, you'd hold all the cards and I'd never know for sure."

"No, no, that was smart. If I knew how it worked, I never would have come to ask about it. I needed to know how it worked, so you got to know your information. If anything, I applaud your cleverness." He gives a soft smile to you. He really does admire your cleverness. In fact, it hits him that you letting him know this gives him an excuse to get a lot closer to you.

Harrison smirks and lets his face get very close to yours, his fingers still loosely holding your face in place so he can look directly into your eyes, unbroken contact. "Now I know if I want to get the truth out of you, I'll just have to be close enough to see if you're using the trick."

Your face heats up and he can feel it against his fingertips as he releases you. You're visibly flustered by the moment of closeness, which allows him a moment to recover emotionally from realizing that you can lie to him from afar and he won't be able to tell or not.

When you excuse yourself to continue with your work for the day, he watches after you.

No one's ever surprised him like that before. He's gotta watch you more closely. And he certainly will be watching you more closely.

[abromelon34105]

A few random snippets from my AD!Chūya AU fanfic. The first snippet is from the prologue and the second is from Chapter 1. I put them together since the prologue one is short.

(Prologue)

He didn’t want to be here. But it had been two weeks and he was already feeling his sanity starting to deteriorate. He was barely getting any sleep and what he did get was fitful and plagued with nightmares. He was constantly looking over his shoulder, paranoid of everyone and everything around him. He needed some level of safety.

Why am I doing this? Stabbing him in the back had been bad enough. Now Chūya was calling the very person who had led the brunette down that path of destruction. He muttered a quiet apology as he dialed the number he knew all too well.

“Hello?” the voice said uncertaintly. Chūya exhaled. He had been worried the other man wouldn’t pick up. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words got caught in his throat. He cleared it and tried again. But they just got stuck again.

He tried a couple of times, and the other man was strangely patient with him. He probably knows who it is now, Chūya thought. That made it a little easier. He took another deep breath and was finally able to get the words out.

“I need your help.”

(Chapter 1)

Holy shit. How many has he eaten now? I lost count like ten or so bowls ago. Every time he finishes one, he just asks for another. Three days without a meal? He probably hasn’t eaten in a couple of weeks! I’m impressed at how he was able to soldier on as long as he did, and watching him stuff his face reminds me heavily of that one time he decided to avoid eating for a couple of weeks. Until I tracked him down and refused to let him leave until he ate. Or maybe that time the only way I got him to eat was to “leave” my food unattended and pretend to not notice him stealing it.

I shake my head, trying to dispel the memories. Those days are in the past now. I can’t think about them anymore.

I glance at Kunikida, who is looking more and more irritated the more the kid eats. He’s probably trying to tally up the bill already and is getting pissed at me for suggesting he pays for everything. I smirk to myself and go back to watching the kid, but that’s when Kunikida speaks.

“Thanks to your little stunt from earlier, we’re now four hours behind schedule.” His voice is stern, but it honestly doesn’t phase me. Two years working with him, I’ve become almost numb to the way he acts, and besides, I’m used to having a more temperamental partner. Compared to the hurricane he was, Kunikida is simply a thunderstorm.

“So? Most of the sightings were at night anyway,” I say with a shrug as I turn back to him. His eyebrow twitches, one of his tics that I’ve come to recognize. “I would have preferred if we had a few hours to prepare, because now we have nothing more than our persons-”

“Which is plenty, so stop being such a worrywort, Kunikida!” I turn away from him, resting my chin on my hand. Kunikida splutters for a moment before sighing and closing his notebook. Finally, he manages to find his words. “I’m not being a worrywort! I’m trying to make sure that we stay on time and stick to the schedule!”

“Why are you so obsessed with your schedules, Kunikida?” I keep my voice calm as I glance over at him and his eyebrow twitches again. He slams the notebook down on the table, making the bowls around the kid rattle for a moment. “The schedules make sure that we do what we need to do and in a timely manner! Otherwise, knowing you and your habits, we’d spend all day on a case that should only take us a few hours at most! It is the ideal that most people should hold themselves to, and yet I’m stuck here with you, the most reckless person on the planet!”

“Dosh he ushully dishappher ohn yoh?” We both turn to the kid, who’s staring up at us as he talks through the mouthful of rice. I blink a couple of times, trying to decipher what he’s trying to say, but Kunikida responds before I can even figure out what the fuck he said.

“Be quiet, you!” he snaps as he moves the notebook closer to him. “I also don’t have a line in expenses for a million bowls of tea on rice for a snot-nosed, nameless brat!”

“Wat khind ohf whorkh ahre yoh ihn?”

“And now he’s asking questions!”

“Whel yoh khep tahlkhing ahboht iht!”

“Fine, I’ll tell you. It involves the military.” I keep glancing between the two of them, only understanding one half of the conversation. When they seem to be done, I finally speak up. “How the fuck are you two communicating?”

God the one from the first chapter is so long 🤣Anyway, here’s the link to the fic!

[soundcrusher]

Me: *reads somewhere that Sephiroth's 30* Me: "Heh... funny." My Brain: "Reeve's 35 years old." Me: "... You know what would be funny?"

Either way, that's how this little drabble came to be.

Short Summary: What if Sephiroth and Reeve met when they were both young and working at Shinra?

Animals are kind creatures, if you treat them with respect and a careful hand. Something Sephiroth learned during his time in Rhadore when meeting Rosen’s dog for the first time. 

He was never judged by the dog, nor did it ever force him to be something he didn’t not feel like. Instead, it accepted him as just another kid, and even when Rhadore was destroyed alongside its people, the dog still was kind to him. Even as Hojo made him kill it, after keeping it a secret from him for a few days. 

The dog even looked at him, as if it knew that its death wasn’t fully his fault. That this was the only way, and it was okay. It was okay for Sephiroth to kill it, but still. The death was still on his hands, and so, the young soldier refused to interact with animals again. Mostly because he didn’t want to be responsible for another animal's death, nor did he want Hojo to get any ideas about including innocent creatures in his experiments. After all, monsters were one thing, dogs, cats, and other pets were another. 

So, it came as quite a surprise when Sephiroth entered an empty office and found a small, black and white cat stacking chairs to try and attempt to climb back into the vent it obviously fell out. 

And when the stack fell and the cat subsequently with it, Sephiroth quickly rushed over to help it up. Picking up the small thing and getting quite surprised by the cartoonish proportions, together with the cruelty made cape, gloves, and crown. 

The cat, perhaps a toy, looked like the creation of a child itself. Or, at least its clothes looked like it. Its body, face, and fur looked well crafted. Perhaps it was a prototype of something that hasn’t come out yet? Then again, why would a prototype run around freely? Or, maybe, the cat was one of Hojo’s newest creations, sent to on an errant no-one knew about, and it fell out of the vent while trying to return to the science floor. Then again, this office wasn’t anywhere near close to the science floor. In fact, they were closer to the Urban Development floor, than anywhere near Hojo’s domain. 

“Aye, laddy, if it’s no’ too much tae ask. Wuid ye let me go?”

The cat spoke, and it left Sephiroth look as bewildered as he felt, because, why would a cat that’s clearly not a cat, be able to speak? And in such a funny way too? It didn’t make any sense, and at the same time ruled Hojo’s involvement completely out. 

“Laddy?” Asked the cat, as it tilted its head to the side. Somehow managing to look concerned for him, despite its tightly shut eyes and lack of any human facial structures. Then again, the ears and mouth of the cat were quite expressive. 

“I… am sorry.” Was the first thing that came to the young soldier's mind, before carefully sitting the cat down on the table. “I didn’t expect you to speak.”

“Ye’re no’ tae first.” Chirped the cat happily, while raising its big gloved hands up slightly and shaking its head. “Then again, no’ many see me. So, ye’re the first tae meet me, laddy.” The cat quickly jumped up. Which caused Sephiroth to reach for the sword that should have been on his back, if it wasn’t for the fact that Shinra forbid him from being armed inside their building. A rule the teenager didn’t understand, considering a state of emergency could always happen. Then again, the cat didn’t look like a threat. Not with how it raised its paws, maybe hands, in a placating gesture. Quickly shaking its head and telling Sephiroth that it didn’t mean to startle him. It just wanted to get going, because it didn’t want to get caught. 

A sentiment Sephiroth understood all too well. 

But this was Shinra, and no matter what, someone will find out about where you went or what you’ve done. And in a pout of childish rebellion, as Hojo would call it, Sephiroth let the cat go. He even helped it back up into the vent, before cleaning up the office and leaving for his next assignment. Expecting to never see the cat again, or, at the very least, hear that it was caught and destroyed to ensure no-one would ever find out that the building was infiltrated by a toy. 

So, Sephiroth was very surprised when he saw the cat again. Sitting in the corner of the elevator he was supposed to use to get to the lower floors, as if no-one would suspect a thing. It was strange, to say the least. Especially with how unresponsive the cat was. Slumped over, as if all energy has left it. 

 It was concerning, but at the same time, Sephiroth tried no to think about it that much as he selected the correct floor. Eyes ever so often darting over to the small thing, until it decided to finally move again. But it never did. The cat that, so far, has been the only nice thing in this place, wasn’t responding when he softly poked its pink nose, nor when he carefully played with its paws. It didn’t even flinch, when he re-tied its scarf. No, but it did start when Sephiroth accidentally pulled on its ear. 

And so, the teenager did it again. Moving quickly backwards, as the cat jumped up. Claws extending out of the soft gloves, before quickly retracting at the sight of the frightened youth. Not that Sephiroth would ever admit to being frightened by a small toy. 

“Ay, laddy! Why wuid ye do ‘at?!” Shouted the cat angrily, while stomping one of its feets in frustration, perhaps? Or, maybe, the cat was disgruntled from being woken up from its nap?

“I am… sorry mister cat… I just… I was worried.” Hojo would have admonished him for even thinking about feeling worried for a simple, insignificant, toy. But Hojo wasn’t here right now. The cat was. And the cat seemed to calm down at the sight of the silver haired boy’s open expression. 

“Ye’re just like… Well! Ye dae look like a lot’s on yer mind. Wanna talk about it?”

It was a kind offer, all things considered, but then again, Sephiroth didn’t know how to feel about it. On one hand, he wanted to talk about somethings, especially Rhadore, but then again, how would the cat react to him spilling some truths? Maybe it was all a test and it would report back to Hojo, or, it wasn’t. 

But what was worse? The cat being a spy for his ‘father’, or it deciding to leave him, the second it knew just what kind of monster he was?

However, before Sephiroth could give his answer, the door to the elevator opened, and a boy older than him stepped in. Dark brown hair that was previously slicked back, but now disheveled, falling into tired brown eyes, while he clutched a document folder to his chest. Mumbling something about a missing cat, before looking over at where Sephiroth was kneeling down to better talk to the cat. 

At first, the older boy’s expression didn’t change much. His eyes looked just as tired as they did before, but the second they landed on the cat, the boy’s face lit up brighter than Midgar’s neon lights. And with a happy shout of “Cait!”, the boy dropped his folder in favor of scooping up the toy cat. Squeezing it tightly to his chest, as if he was scared it would disappear again. 

“Where were ye?! I was so worried!” Sobbed the boy, and Sephiroth found himself in an awkward position. How was he supposed to react, when the cat he thought didn’t belong to anyone, belonged to another boy? It was obviously his toy, from the way the brunette clung to it like a lifeline, and from how the cat patted the boy’s back. 

“I was jus’ looking around. An’ found a friend.”

The boy looked over at that. And all he found was the wide eyes of Sephiroth staring into his own bright ones. Never once had someone called him a friend, and even if they did, they soon enough left him. It was something that would surely happen this time around too. The boy would take Cait. He would take him, and never let them see each other again. 

He would lose a friend, without even getting the chance of becoming friends in the first place. It's unfair, but Sephiroth shouldn’t have expected anything else. And yet, he really wanted this time to be different. He wanted to make a friend, and be allowed to keep them. Even if they were nothing more than a robot cat toy. 

“Thank ye fo’ finding Cait.” 

“What?”

“A-ah… I said… Thank you for finding Cait…” 

Did Sephiroth say something wrong? Why was the boy looking so lost all of a sudden? Was it because he asked ‘What’? Should he have said something different? He should have said something different, he knew it, but at the time, Sephiroth was just too surprised at being thanked that he couldn’t think of something else to say. People don’t usually thank him, especially for things that are as mundane as finding a lost toy. Even if said toy was clearly more advanced than most. 

No, most would be condescending at most, but the other boy didn’t look like that at all. On the contrary, he cried when finding Cait, looked over at Sephiroth, as if he had never seen a fellow child, and then proceeded to thank him for doing the bare minimum. 

This boy didn’t act like any of the adults, and Sephiroth found himself liking his new acquaintance for that. 

But instead of telling the boy that, Sephiroth asked the boy why he repeated his thanks, to which the boy let out one long sigh, before telling him how people think less of him for using his accent. “I’ve been training to speak like everyone else, instead of how my parents and Cait do. It’s… been hard, but! People started to treat me nicer! So, it’s a win!”

The boy sounded so hopeful, and Sephiroth couldn’t help to wonder how unfair it was for the boy to not be allowed to speak in his natural accent. It sounded nice, even if it was a little strange. And he told him so, which caused the boy to blush and hide his face behind Cait’s body. 

“Ye’re jus’... just… You’re just saying that to be nice!” Muttered the boy. 

“I’m not.” Responded Sephiroth, before looking over at the floor display. He’ll have to get off soon. Or, perhaps, he could stay longer on the elevator with the boy and Cait? There was nowhere he had to be, and Hojo’s tests weren’t starting anytime soon. Sephiroth could stay with the boy for a little while longer, and so, he did. 

They moved past his stop and left the elevator at the older boy’s stop. And with nothing better to do, Sephiroth followed him all the way to the office of the Director of Urban Development -Reeve Tuesti, if he wasn’t mistaken-, and watched his new friend drop off the folder, before showing him around the floor. 

It was nice to just listen to the boy ramble about the things his co-workers did, and how their office was often full of chatter and the occasional drama, when someone misplaced a pen, or when someone decided to pull a prank on someone else. And when time for lunch came, the boy grabbed Sephiroth’s hand and pulled him towards the canteen. Smiling brightly, as he yet again got to show off more and more of the Shinra building. But when asked if the boy had seen every floor, he grew quiet. Muttering a few things in between the small bites he took of his sandwich, before admitting that he always tries to not go anywhere near the science floor. 

“Hojo scares me…” Admitted the boy, after finishing his orange juice. “He… I don’t want to be near him. And I don’t want him to be near Cait either…”

“Why?”

The boy was quiet for a moment. Looking at Sephiroths with uncertainty in his eyes, before scooting closer to him with his chair. Making sure that no-one was looking in their direction, or paying attention to them. “I can bring things to life.” Whispered the boy quietly. Eyes focused on Sephiroth, as he tried to decipher the confused look on the silver haired boy’s face. “I… don’t know how. But I can make toys move and act on their own…” He continued, but stopped when Sephiroth failed to give an answer, or say something in response. 

And how could he? Bringing things to life sounded like something straight out of a fairytale, and yet, the boy didn’t look like someone who would, or could, lie. So, Sephiroth decided to believe him, and to not tell Hojo anything. What he doesn’t know, could never interest him after all. Also, Sephiroth didn’t want to lose a possible new friend. So, he promised the boy to keep his secret. To which the boy smiled in relief and continued to tell him about other mundane things that happened around the Shinra building. Only getting up, when someone in a suit walked over to inform his new friend that he was needed. To which the brunette let out a sigh and got up. Smiling at Sephiroth, while picking up Cait and thanking him for finding his toy. 

It wasn’t until later that the young soldier found out that his friend’s name was Reeve. 

Reeve Tuesti, Director of Urban Development, and youngest board member. 

[cute-bag-of-bones]

Can't Trust A Supe

Part 3: I'm Scared

Masterlist

Warnings: slight gore and mentions of death.

       Homelander's hands were behind his back as he just stared at me for an agonizing amount of time. His expression was unreadable. I wish I could muster the courage to just kill him. I should be better than this. Scared of such a pathetic man. My dad would be ashamed if he could see this. 

      "Can I h-help you?" I tried to sound confident but the stutter ruined any hope of that. He looked surprised like he just remembered something. 

       "Right I was thinking about it and you have hung on to that old dirty toy for so long. I figured you'd want a new one." He pulled a new Homelander plush from behind his back. He seemed so excited like a dog showing off a dead bunny to its owner. He handed it to me. It took all I had in me to keep my hand from shaking as I grabbed it. 

       "Wow um t-thank you."

       "You haven't seen the best part. Give it a squeeze." I looked down at the toy and pressed its belly. 

        -I'm Homelander, ready to fight some crime together?-  The real Homelander mouthed along with the doll as it spoke. He seemed very proud of the gift. "This little guy has 10 unique phrases. Pretty great right? Way cooler than your other one." 

      "Well I just l-" I had to pause to take a deep breath. "I just love it, thank you." I say plastering the most convincing fake smile I could manage. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. I wanted to light this creepy thing on fire and throw it in the Hudson River. Why was he giving this to me? What's his game? I heard him begin to speak but he's interrupted by a father and son wanting an autograph. I take my opportunity and get up. More people gathered giving me the perfect out. I ran off, down a busy street. I was over a block away before I stopped running. The beady-eyed plush stared at me as I tried to catch my breath. Grabbing it by both arms I pull as hard as I can. I hear stitches pop as it's back tears. 

      -Hey friend wanna pl- the voice box fell on the ground and I stomped  it until finally it stopped making noise. I finish the job by ripping the toy in half and discarding it in the nearest dumpster. I had the major creeps. I knew there was only one safe place I could go.

      When I knocked on the hideout door no one answered. I continued to bang getting almost frantic. I felt like Homelander was breathing down my neck. Finally Hughie opened the large door. I shoved my way past his lanky body and straight to Billy's normal spot. He wasn't there. Hughie followed me on my mission for Billy

           "You looking for Butcher?" He asked figuring out what I wanted. I was so wrapped up in looking for Billy I had almost fully toned him out. I knew I looked crazy but I was scared and Billy was the only one I knew would be able to help me. I'm not sure how but I knew he would. I turn around and bump into a worried Hughie. He always walked so close behind people. 

       "Yes yes where is he? I need him." 

       "He's not here. Him and the others went to get something. M.M. said they would be a day's drive away. Why what's wrong? Why are you sweating so much?" He asked as he tried to wrangle me. 

        "Fuck! Fuck!" 

        "Stop it, come on, calm down. What's going on? Can I help?" He was so earnest. I finally sat down and looked up at him. He gave me a sweet smile and sat down with me. 

         "I'm scared." It felt wrong to say. The words themselves felt dirty and shameful. He gave me a confused look.

       "They are gonna be okay, it's an easy run."

       "Not scared for them. I'm scared for myself. It's Homelander." Hughie's expression changed, it became more serious. "He stopped me from getting mugged last night and he saw this." I say as I pull the old plush from my bag. 

       "Is that a Homelander plushie?"

       "My mom gave it to me. He saw it and maybe he recognized it. I don't know but he found me in the park and gave me a new one." I was speaking so fast I almost couldn't understand myself. Hughie seemed to get it all. He was nodding along. 

        "Why would you keep that thing? He killed your family." Hughie asked, looking at the toy like it might come to life and strangle him. It was a valid question I guess. I wasn't sure myself. It was just when I looked at it I didn't see him. I saw my mom.

        "That's not the point! Focus. I think he knows who I am. I look like my mom but I didn't think it was so obvious. That must be it. He's messing with me. He's gonna kill me." Tears started to fall down my cheeks, a warm reminder how much of a pathetic coward I was. 

      "But the other day, you said you didn't care if he killed you. You were fine going out in a blaze of glory, what happened?" 

        "I was wrong, it's different! It's all different when he's in front of you. I don't wanna die Hughie." He pulled me into a tight hug. "I don't wanna die Hughie!" I cried louder as he softly shushed me. 

        "You're not going to die. No one's going to hurt you." I knew logically there was nothing Hughie could do to help but somehow just hearing someone tell me it would be alright helped. I didn't get a lot of stuff like this once my parents died. "We can call Butcher and see what he thinks. Would that help?" He pulled away from the hug to look down at me. I took the opportunity to pull away myself.

       "Um yeah yeah maybe."

       "Okay I'll try and get a hold of someone and see if he can give you some advice or something." I nodded and he pulled out his phone and started to pace around the room. 

        The helplessness and fear I felt was indescribable. Sat here hiding, I couldn't get the thought out of my head. 

        "No one's answering." He sounded frustrated. I knew it was because he knew there was nothing he could do to make this stop. He was feeling helpless as well. I could see it in his eyes when he looked at me. 

       "Don't worry about it. Nothing he could do from there anyway. Just sit down, you'll put a hole in the floor pacing like that." And just like that the mask was back on. I dried my tears with the back of my hand. He came over quickly and sat back down. 

      "Maybe you and I cou-"

      "No, whatever your plan is, it's a no. I'm just going to have to see if he comes. That's all I can do. There is no preparation, no shelter in place, no getting reinforcements. I'm just going to have to wait and see. Who knows I could be reading too far into this. I could be overreacting." I stood up and packed my bag back up. He frowned at me.

       "Just go lay down in the back, I'm going to keep trying their cells." He said as he pressed the phone back to his ear. 

        "Nah it's getting dark enough. The shelter will let me back in. If I'm in a crowded all girl shelter there isn't much he can do to me. His reputation is more important than revenge." Hughie couldn't argue with the reasoning. After some reassurance he let me leave. 

        The walk to the shelter was a painful experience. Every shadow over head was him. Every voice was his. Every face I saw was his. I resorted to using my abilities just so I didn't have to see faces. It's true what they say we are all the same on the inside. I had to pull myself together. I wasn't going to let him rip my life apart again. 

        Muscular system after muscular system passed me as I walked. There was something calming about it, seeing people as nothing more than the parts that make us up gives you an odd perspective. It makes you feel small, insignificant in the best kind of way. 7.9 billion bags of flesh holding muscles, blood and bones, all walking around at once. All looking nearly indistinguishable from one another. Small, insignificant, unnoticeable that's all I want to be right now. 

         Things were normal at the shelter. Girls arguing with supervisors, others sleeping and some crying. I crawled up on my bunk and took out my Homelander plush before laying down with it like I did every night but tonight I was thankful it didn't have a voice box. I drifted to sleep plagued with nightmares of his eyes. 

      Sometime later I heard breathing close by and at first assumed it was my bunkmate. Warm air brushed against my face. They were much closer than they should be. I open my eyes and realize I'm faced to face with the expressionless face of Homelander. I let out a yelp and moved my head away. He looked so calm. I still had to be asleep. This has to be another nightmare. I didn't dare speak. He gave me a soft smile.

        "Sorry I had to wake you, could you come outside with me?" He asked so kindly, it made me feel sick. I shook my head no still not finding my voice. The more awake I became the more I realized this was actually happening. I was as good as dead if I left this crowded room of sleeping girls. "Please? I think Liz would want you to come with me. Right Lizzy?" He said as he motioned for me to look down at my bunkmate. I looked between the space between my bed and wall and saw Liz sleeping soundly with a red gloved hand around her throat. He wasn't choking her yet but I had no doubt that's where this would go if I didn't come along. 

       "Okay okay." I say as softly and calmly as I could not wanting to give him any reason. Liz was a mother, she had never hurt anyone in her life. I couldn't let her die for nothing like this. It was now or never. I needed to get him out of this building and take my shot hopefully before he can kill me. I slowly climb the ladder down. My plush still in my hand. At the moment I didn't even realize I still had it. I was just trying to go as fast as I could without shaking the bed. As soon as my feet touched the ground he put his hand on my back to guide me outside to my certain death. 

       Adrenaline pumped through my veins as we walked. All of a sudden I could see bodies through the walls. Every single one of them in this building glowed to me like a fleshy X-rays. It was so disorienting I stumbled over the threshold of the door leading to the outside. I felt like I was going to float away if not for the firm hand on my back. I turned to face him. He too was just as see through as the others. How humanizing, staring up at his skinless face he looked just like all the others. 

      He was speaking to me. I could see his eyebrows furrow like he was mad or confused. I couldn't hear him through all I could hear was my own heartbeat. This was it, all in one shot I tried to pull his spine from his back. He hunched his shoulders a little and I definitely saw the bones move but for the most part his spine didn't budge. Panicking, I tried to rip his brain stem but it was like it was too tough to tear. Supe's are stronger than humans on average but I figured he'd be like translucent, hard on the outside but soft and squishy on the inside. I couldn't be more wrong. His hand grabbed my throat and pulled me close. I dropped the toy and tried to claw at his arm desperately. My nails bend when I rake them over his arm. I was sure a few were pulled off my fingers all together.

        "What are you doing?" He growled. I wasn't sure if he meant too but he was holding me too tight. My ability's vision started to fade and I saw him clear as day. His eyes were glowing red. I wanted to cry but I didn't want that to be my last act on this earth. "Are you going to behave?" He said as his eyes stopped glowing. I wasn't sure what he meant. I couldn't understand why I wasn't dead yet. I tried to gulp but his hand was so tight it stopped me from swallowing. "Well, are you?" He actually wanted me to answer? I tried to nod the best I could and his grip loosened. I took a deep breath and tried to pull away from him.

         "No, I don't think so." He says with almost an air of humor like he thought it was so funny I was trying to get free from his grasp. He put an arm around my back and lifted us into the sky. I continued to try and free myself much to his amusement. One second ago he was trying to kill me and the next he was laughing. He's crazier than I thought. We flew up so high I started to feel cold. The lights below blurred. The air was so thin up here but he seemed to be breathing fine. He looked down at me as I struggled for air. He has a slight smirk on his face as my actual vision starts to fade now. 

        "Shush, it's alright." He cooed over me. I fought it as long as I could. I didn't want his voice to be the last thing I heard. I tried to scream but nothing came out. Just like that all my air was gone and I was done for.

        I thought I had died. I had accepted it. I wasn't sure how much time had passed but my head was killing me. Wherever I was it was dark. Too dark to see. What if I did die? Could this be the afterlife? Just darkness. Maybe it was hell.

       "Mom, mommy?" I call out in a horst voice. I wait for a second and don't hear anything. There was a creaking sound and a door opened filling the room with light and blinding me. A caped figure stood in the doorway. 

         "Nope I'm not your mommy." He sounded almost soft and mocking all at once. It was worse than hell I was with Homelander. 

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Stan's eyebrows furrow at the horror written on your face. He turns around and takes a few steps back at the surprising closeness between him and a guy covered in all black clothing. He backs up and stands in front of you, shielding your body using his.

The hooded figure just stands there, not moving, his face isn't even visible, Stan doesn't even know what to say, you don't even know what to say. Minutes pass and it feels like ages as the hooded figure slowly looks up. You still can't make out his face and from taking a glance at Stan he can't either.

"Y/n." His voice brings you chills, you don't recognize it but it sounds fake, like he's using a voice changer. "You need.." the man clears his throat, "I need to tell you something."

"You get any fucking closer and I knock you the fuck out, you bitch." Stan warns, quickly taking off his coat and throwing it to the side.

The man puts his hands up in defeat, "I'm not here to fight you, either of you. I have information for Y/n. Information that proves to her that the people she trusts isn't all what they hold up to be."

"That's enough, get out of he-" "Stan." You cut him off and Stan gives you an incredulous look, "Y/n, you cannot be serious."

"I am serious, but he has to tell us from where he's standing. Do you hear that?!" You raise your voice at the figure, "you tell me what you have from right there! Do not come any closer!"

The hooded figure chuckles, "I wasn't planning on getting any closer anyways, your guard dog looks vicious." Stan scoffs at that, "whatever, tell us what you know, creep."

"That's all I wanted her to know, her future is doomed, it's been set that way from the start. As of right now, she should be doing her part." The hooded figure coughs, "and I'm doing my part, giving you the forewarning. Take this information as you wish. I really mean no harm. I just want whats best for Y/n after all."

Disgust makes its way onto your face, "You know nothing about me how could you know what's best for me?"

The hooded man takes a step forward and immediately Stan does too, "I know everything about you, Y/n! You bought a gsrm20BS and you played it tonight. I know that you joined this band because of Kyle and Nichole, who asked you to play 2 months into the original formation of the band. I know that you used to live in Washington until moving to South Park 12 and half years ago. 12 years, 6 months and 4 days actually." The man starts shaking at he recalls details of you that even you forgot about.

Stan stands there, shocked at the man in front of you two. You stand there, shocked at the man in front of you two. Neither of you can believe the words coming out of his mouth.

You look at the distance between you and the hotel before nudging Stan. He catches your drift and shakes his head, mouthing a "still too dangerous." Unfortunately he'd be right too, the man's stance is one for lunging. You also can't tell if he's got any weapons on him.

The man is still talking about minute details about you before he abruptly stops, "I went off there, I apologize..I came here to tell you about how worried I was about you. I'll always be here for you, Y/n.." He trails off.

You wonder where Kyle is, if he's even noticed that you haven't arrived yet, texting him right as you left the venue was a smart move and at this point he should know you're late, but.. in his defense he's probably asleep.

That leaves the others, but they are going out to eat right now and are expecting Stan to be late so that's no good either.

Stan's phone is in his coat pocket that he threw on the ground and yours is in your jeans pocket, but you doubt you'd be able to get to it to send anyone a text in time before the stalker attacks you, Stan, or even the both of you if he has a weapon.

Lastly, you wonder about Kenny. He was going to facetime you after the concert ended. The concert was well over an hour ago and yet you still haven't received a call.

Before you can decide what to do, police sirens are heard in the far distance, the stalker freezes at the sounds of sirens and runs off into an alleyway besides the hotel before disappearing.

You look at Stan, nerves at an all time high, shock, fear, relief, and many more emotions evident on your face. Stan looks down at you with a similar look.

"Did..did you call the police?" Stan asks you after a few seconds pass, you shake your head, "I didn't even...reach my phone just in case he had a weapon on him.. I.." You look around at you to see if any passersby were in the street, but the streets were empty.

"Y/n! Stan! Oh jesus christ, thank god you guys are safe." Kyle runs down the hotel steps, before running to the two of you and pulling the two of you in a tight hug.

"Kyle! Dude, you have no idea how happy I am to see you right now." Stan breathes out, relief evident in his tone. Kyle lets the two of you go and you stand there, tears welling in your eyes before gripping onto Kyle once more. Sobbing into his shoulder you clutch onto him so tightly that Kyle thinks about how tomorrow he may see a few bruises.

"Thank you.." is all you can say muster out while sobbing as Kyle rubs your back soothingly. As you guys finally separate Stan turns to Kyle and asks, "how'd you know that we were in trouble?"

"I found your wallet in my bag, so as I was heading out the door to wait for you guys, I noticed the tense stand off, but I couldn't hear anything so I called the police because it seemed weird as hell. I thought it was a crackhead, why what happened?"

Before Stan has a chance to explain, the police finally pull into the front of the hotel. "Stalker." You whisper out to Kyle. As he hears those words he puts an arm around your shoulder and squeezes. The three of you turn to the police, getting mentally ready for an even longer night.

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