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marshmallow-phd · 4 years ago

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Book of the Dead

Genre: The Mummy AU

Pairing: Junmyeon x Reader

Summary: After traveling to the fabled city of Hamunaptra, you read from the Book of the Dead and accidentally resurrect an ancient mummy with extraordinary powers and quest for revenge. The only thing to do now is try and convince your less-than-traditional guide to help you save the world.

Part 1 I Part 2

“I just said a few sentences!”

“What did you do that for!”

“Well, I didn’t know that that would happen!”

You stared at the aggravating, self-absorbed, cocky Korean soldier and wondered why on earth you had decided to negotiate for this man’s life.

Alright, you did know why. You needed him to show you to Hamunuptra - the fabled City of the Dead.

Too many times you had stood in front of the museum curator with pages and pages of references and evidence that the place existed and just needed a small team of archeologists in order to track it down. He’d shot you down every time. And each time he took the liberty of reminding you that while your father was an exceptional explorer who had many successes under his belt, you were a woman whose life had been spent between the shelves, cataloging. Your adventures consisted of the fictional kind, devouring any novel you could when you weren’t archiving the latest crate of artifacts and texts.

Then your cousin showed up. Your normally useless, hare-brained, erratic, drunkard cousin showed up at your apartment with a “fun new artifact” he found on his latest trip. And suddenly your luck had completely turned around.

Or so you thought.

Now you were standing in the middle of Hamunaptra, feet sinking into the unstable sand, with an empty sarcophagus and everyone blaming you because you did what you did best - read.

It was only a book. Albeit, a very heavy, possibly-made-of-painted-solid-gold book that was written in the dead language of ancient Egypt, but still. What harm had ever come from reading a book?

Kim Junmyeon stared at you as if you were the one who had risen from the dead. You were still stunned at how different he looked from when you had first met him in that smelly prison, minutes away from being hanged. His hair had been long and stringy, clumps of dirt clinging to the dark brown strands that brushed his shoulders. Now it was shorter, cut above his ears and gelled back in the current style that almost made him look like a gentleman. The several days’ stubble was long gone to reveal smooth skin and a sharp jawline. He was actually very handsome - when he was cleaned up.

Stupid, you hissed at yourself. Now was not the time for this. Because right now there seemed to be a reanimated mummy running around here. And by the looks of Barney’s husk of a body lying deep within the temple underground, it was hungry.

As it should be, given the three thousand years it spent locked up under piles of sand.

“Really, you should have been more careful!” your cousin, Baekhyun, scolded.

You scoffed. “You’re one to talk. You were the one who snatched the key off of Mr. Kim here at one of your seedy bars and then proceeded to lie to me and say that you found it on a dig in Thebes which in turn brought us here!”

Baekhyun opened and closed his mouth as he searched for a possible retort.

“I think this is more your fault,” Kim Junmyeon’s own cousin and traveling partner, Oh Sehun, said. “You told us to go down a level and dig under the statue, which in turn,” he mocked your tone almost precisely, “caused the mummy to be able to get out of his sarcophagus. If we had dug somewhere else entirely, then he’d still be trapped under the statue of Anubis.”

“Despite the fact that it was two layers deep, nothing would have been able to hold a victim of the Hom-Dai.”

“Would have given poor Barney a chance,” Kim Junmyeon muttered under his breath. You shot him a glare that he hardly noticed.

“I say that we get out of here and to the safety of the city before the mummy finds us.” Oh Sehun swallowed thickly. “Or worse. The beetles find us.” The supposedly brave soldier who had two pistols hanging under each arm was more terrified of the flesh eating bugs than he was the living mummy that was bringing about the ten plagues of Egypt. You’d already lived through the locust infestation, but that was always the most minor of the plagues. In your opinion.

“We told you to leave,” Ardeth said in that low, monotone voice that made him seem centuries old. You had only known him for a few hours, but you already feared and respected him. Despite the fact that he had attacked your campsite the night before. “Now you have condemned the whole world to the very monster that we have spent three thousand years keeping hidden.”

Kim Junmyeon finally tore his face away from yours. “I told you. I shot him. He went down.”

“Mortal weapons are useless against this creature. None can kill him.” Stepping up, he stood toe to toe with the soldier who led you here. “A gun is nothing more than a fly to him. He will never eat. He will never sleep. And he will never stop. Not until this world is only sand.”

Though still not completely backing down, Kim Junmyeon took hold of your arm. “Come on. We’re going back to Cairo.”

The camel ride back to the city was long, tiring, and a bit painful, if you were honest. The inside of your thighs were sore from keeping you up right on the animal’s back for hours on end under the blazing heat. You were used to the comfortable back seat of a car, even if the roads here tended to be on the bumpier side. Kim Junmyeon stayed at your side the entire time, up until you were back in your hotel room. All your things were still in there. That was nice, even if it was to be expected. The desk clerk had sworn he would keep the room reserved for you until you made it back. And now that you had, you were on to the next fight.

“We’re not going anywhere!”

Kim Junmyeon pretended not to hear you as he started emptying the dresser drawers of your clothes and stuffing them in your suitcases lying open on the bed.

“Excuse me! I said we’re not going anywhere!” As soon as he stepped away again, you slammed the suitcase shut. A stray white cat that you didn’t have the heart to remove from your room took advantage of the newly available space and laid down on the surface of the luggage. Unbothered by the argument taking place in its presences, it purred as it curled into a ball and closed its eyes.

“You keep using the word ‘we’ and I’m not sure why,” he said. “I believe you were the one who woke him up in the first place.”

“Yes, I get it!” you shouted. “Everyone can blame me because I read the damn book, but that is why we need to stop him.”

He closed the empty drawer and turned back around to face you. “And how exactly do you plan on doing that? You heard Ardeth. No mortal weapon can kill this guy.”

“That’s why we’re going to find some immortal ones.”

He pulled a pair of rounded glasses from his pocket, wiped the lenses with his shirt, and stuck them on the bridge of his nose. “There goes that ‘we’ business again.”

You huffed, trying not to focus on the newest version of the soldier now being presented in front of you. “Yes, we. Because this curse will continue to get worse until the whole world is destroyed.”

“And that’s my problem?”

“It is everybody’s problem! You live here, too!”

Kim Junmyeon stepped up until he was mere inches away. “Listen. I appreciate you saving my life and all, but when I agreed to this idiotic mission my objective was to show you the way and then bring you back here. I have done that. End of job. End of story. Contract terminated.”

You tried not to show how his last few words affected you. Though you had been a little intoxicated two nights ago, you still very much remembered how sweet he had been, how he had listened to you go on and on about your parents and how much you wanted to be a famous adventurer like your father. And how you almost kissed him. And how he was going to kiss you back. Stupidly, you had thought that there was something growing between you. Apparently, you had been wrong.

“Is that all I am to you?” you whispered. “A contract?”

Kim Junmyeon blew out haughtily from his nose. His Adam’s Apple bobbed as he swallowed. He opened his mouth and then closed it. You waited in hopes that he would contradict you. That he would say, no that was not all you were to him. And it really seemed like he would be saying something along those lines. But other words came out instead.

“Look. You can either come with me or you can try and stay here and save the world. So. What’s it going to be?”

You didn’t even hesitate. “I’m staying.”

“Fine.” He headed for the door.

“Fine,” you bit back, following him.

“Fine,” he threw at you again as he barely glanced over his shoulder.

“Fine!”

He got the last word in before slamming the door to your room shut.

You huffed as you crossed your arms. Yet, as angry as you were, you still hoped that he would come back. That he wouldn’t let you take this on alone. But the footsteps on the other faded away and you were alone.

Looking around your room, you didn’t think there was much you could do. So, you did what you were best at. You grabbed all the books you thought could help you and got to reading.

While sitting in the wicker chair in the corner, you skipped around the books and pages, clinging on to any small word that you thought could lead you to a possible solution. There wasn’t much to be found, unfortunately. Most works spoke of how to perform the Hom-Dai and how it should never be performed due to the curse that awaits should the victim ever be awakened. You already knew that. You needed specifics on what to do after the victim came back.

“(Y/n)!”

Kim Junmyeon came bursting back into your room. You slammed the book in your hands closed, feeling very high and mighty indeed.

“Ah. Mr. Kim. Have you changed your mind?”

“Doesn’t matter now, he’s here!”

“What!”

He didn’t clarify as he hoisted you up out of the chair and pulled you out of the room, and into the hall. Through the windows, you watched in horror as fire fell from the heavens. The balls of flame engulfed anything it touched when it landed, whether it be plant or human life. Turning a corner, Kim Junmyeon ran into a room you knew was occupied by another one of the Americans that you had ran into on your way to Hamunaptra. You gasped.

In the chair, now nothing more than dried, husky skin and hollow bones was… oh, dear you couldn’t remember his name. You hadn’t bothered to learn them. You and Baekhyun had simply referred to them as the “Bloody Americans”. You were feeling a bit awful about that at the moment.

But you didn’t have much time to dwell on that. Standing in front of the fireplace was a new version of the mummy. His skin was starting to come together, though patches were still missing, allowing you to see the gray bone and lack of organs underneath. Kim Junmyeon pulled out both of his guns as the mummy stalked forward.

“We are in deep trouble,” he murmured before opening fire. The loud pops banged on your poor eardrums. You stumbled back a few steps to try and soften their blows. It didn’t work.

The bullets passed through the mummy as if they didn’t exist at all. Even when Oh Sehun and the other Americans came running into the room and firing off their own guns, the mummy still kept going. He shoved Kim Junmyeon back into the others as if he were nothing more than old wrappings. Then he turned on you.

Completely unarmed, you stumbled back until you were betrayed by the bookshelf behind you. There was nowhere to run. Instead of sucking out your liver, however, he spoke.

“You were the one who saved me from the afterlife.” His words were haunting, echoing as if he was speaking in a cavern. And the language he spoke… ancient Egyptian. You weren’t sure why you expected to speak anything else. Coming in closer, he lowered his voice. “I thank you.”

He leaned in his head, those very human eyes lowering to your lips. You turned your head away to try and avoid the kiss, confused as to why he was trying to seduce you.

Sharp, unpleasing notes from the piano pierced through the air. The mummy turned and gasped when he saw the white cat from your room walking across the keys. In a whirl of sand, he fled from the room.

“Oh, thank god,” you said with a heavy breath.

“No kidding,” Kim Junmyeon groaned as he sat up.

You ran to his side, fearful that he might have been injured. “Are you alright, Mr. Kim?”

“Yes,” he huffed. With a very odd expression, he added, “And I told you to call me Junmyeon.”

To be honest, after your fight, you didn’t think you would be allowed to anymore. A strange silence settled between you. He was trying to say something with his gaze, but you couldn’t interpret it. So, instead, you helped him to his feet. “Come on. I know who we need to talk to about all of this.”

It took a while to get back to the museum that had employed you for the past year or so. Every street was full of panicking people. Flames no longer fell from the heavens, but little fires still raged on homes and carts. The Americans had declared that they were coming along, so your group was slower in moving. Although you didn’t really want the mummy bait to be anywhere near you, Junmyeon and Sehun decided that it would be better to keep an eye on them and - hopefully - keep them out of the mummy’s grasp.

“Dr. Bey!” You ran into the museum’s main storage room, happy when you saw the curator. But then you skidded to a stop at the sight that he wasn’t alone.

Ardeth was talking with him in hushed tones that stopped the second you appeared. Both men turned towards you, the curator wearing a very readable expression. It was one that stunk of “I told you so”. The others were only a few steps behind. As soon they, too, saw the unexpected visitor, Junmyeon, Sehun, and the Americans pulled out their guns while Baekhyun simply squeaked in surprise.

“Gentlemen,” Dr. Bey greeted as if this were any old meeting on a Tuesday.

“What is he doing here?” Junmyeon demanded. Even with the black tattoos etched under Ardeth’s eyes, you could tell that he was tired, dark circles from lack of sleep bruising his skin.

Dr. Bey raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure you want to know? Or perhaps you would prefer to just shoot us?”

“Either sounds good.” Junmyeon cocked back the hammer of one of his guns for emphasis.

“Stop it,” you hissed. “Bullets won’t do any good here. Besides, you might damage some of the artifacts.”

Junmyeon failed to suppress a laugh over your concern. Despite the present danger, you still didn’t want to see the carriages or sacred jars damaged because someone got trigger happy. So, Junmyeon holstered his guns and the others soon followed suit. “All right. I’ll give a little faith.”

Dr. Bey motioned for the group to follow him in deeper. “We’re part of a secret society-”

“Aren’t they all?” Baekhyun muttered. Both you and Dr. Bey shot him glares that made him snap his mouth shut.

“For over three thousand years, we have guarded the City of the Dead. Once we reach manhood, we swear an oath to do anything and everything in our power to stop the high priest Imhotep from rising from the grave.”

“And now we have failed. Thanks to you.” Ardeth gave you a particularly pointed look.

By now, you were getting very irritated with the constant finger pointing. What was done was done. You were not going to show him any cowardice. “And that justifies the murder of innocent people?”

“Hm. To stop this creature?” Dr. Bey pretended to think for a moment. “Yes.”

Junmyeon, untroubled by that, raised his hand from the golden seat of a dead royal that he had taken over. “I have a question. Why doesn’t he seem to like cats?”

“Cats are the guardians of the underworld. He will fear them until he reaches full regeneration.”

“Then there will be nothing that he fears.” Worry was very much apparent in the soldier’s voice.

“And you know how he gets regenerated?” one of the Americans asked rhetorically.

The other one finished. “By tracking those of us down who opened the chest and sucking us dry like a nomad in the desert, that’s how!”

It was completely pointless to go over the things that were already known. Now was the time to try and piece the unused parts together. Two particular moments were sticking out in your head.

“Back in Hamunaptra, the priest - Imhotep - he called me Ack-Su-Namun. And then just now at the hotel, he….” You cringed at the memory, thankful that you didn’t have to feel the decomposed skin against your own. “He tried to kiss me.”

“It’s because of Anck-Su-Namun and his love for her that he was cursed,” Dr. Bey explained, exchanging a look with Ardeth. “Even after all this time….”

“He’s still in love with her?” Sehun finished with a scoff.

You appreciated the backstory, however - “As romantic as that is, what does that have to do with me?”

“Perhaps he will try to raise her from the dead once again?” Ardeth guessed.

“Yes,” Dr. Bey agreed solemnly. “And it would seem that he has already chosen his human sacrifice.”

All eyes in the room turned to you. Wonderful.

Not only were you the one who read from the book and raised him, but you would also be responsible for the return of his beloved, who was the reason he was cursed in the first place. Absolutely beautiful.

Baekhuyn came up behind you and patted your shoulder. “That is some rotten luck, dear cousin.”

“Actually, this could work in our favor,” Dr. Bey countered. “It could give us time that we desperately need to kill the creature.”

“We’ll need every second, I think,” Sehun said. He pointed towards the ceiling. “I think he’s getting stronger.”

Through the large window high up on the wall, the sun was in clear view. You all watched in horror as the moon moved too quickly across the sky and blocked the light from reaching Earth.

“I’m guessing this is the plague of darkness?” Baekhyun said ominously. You nodded slowly.

“Let’s go,” Junmyeon said softly beside you, his hand coming up protectively behind your back. “We’ve got to get back to the hotel and come up with a plan.”

“I’m just saying, it seems very stupid to comdem someone to a curse when the result of that would be for them to come back a supernatural creature who is practically unkillable.”

“The ancient Egyptians believed in balance,” you explained to Baekhyun for the hundredth time in your life. “To curse someone so badly in both this life and the next, there has to be a consequence to balance out the scales. If not, then the whole world could still fall apart, in even worse ways!”

“All of this is kind of pointless now, isn’t it?” Sehun sighed from the small table in the antechamber to your room. His feet were up on the polished surface as he leaned back in his seat. A look of irritation was etched on his face as he stared at your cousin. “What’s done is done. Right now, we need to focus on our next step.”

“Well, I know you two,” you pointed to the Americans, “opened the chest. As well as Barney. Was there anyone else?”

“The Egyptologist that was with us,” the shaggier one answered. “Professor Chamberlain. He has a temporary residence a few blocks over.”

“What about my best friend Beni?” Junmyeon asked. You nearly snorted. You knew the two of them were anything but friends.

“No. He ran out before we took the lid off. Ended up saving his own skin.”

“Sounds like Beni,” Junmyeon said dryly. “Okay. We’re going to go get the Professor. You four,” he pointed to all the men, “come with me. You, stay here.”

Oh, no you weren’t. “Excuse me! I am just as capable as any of them are. I will not- What do you think you’re doing!”

Junmyeon marched over to you, picked you up, and carried you over his shoulder until you were in your room. Then he dropped you on the floor, closed the door, and locked it tight. “This door doesn’t open.”

You didn’t know who he said it to, who he left in charge of watching you like an infant. It didn’t matter. You pounded your fist against the solid wood door. “Baekhyun! Junmyeon! Let me out! Baekhyun, you coward! Help me out here!”

“Sorry, cousin!” Baekhyun yelled on the other side of the door. “But… he’s got a gun.”

“Smart choice,” you heard Junmyeon say. Oh, you were going to kill him. Which “him” was yet to be decided. Perhaps both would be most satisfactory.

Well, now you were stuck here.

Crossing your arms, you sat on the edge of the bed and contemplated your choices. Not that you had many.

A yawn forced its way out. You were tired. Over the past few days, you had hardly been able to get any real sleep. And, well, now seemed to be a time. So, you changed into your nightgown and slipped under the covers. The mattress was soft, like a cloud. The pillows were stuffed into freshly cleaned cotton cases. It was barely a few minutes before you drifted off…

And then abruptly woke up to something moving against your mouth. It started out soft but quickly turned ashen and tough. Your eyes flew open and you screamed, the sound muffled by the kiss of Imhotep!

You tried to shove him off, but he didn’t budge. Your touch meant nothing to him as he continued the unwanted kiss.

The door to your room burst open, finally taking his attention and allowing your scream to be heard at full volume. Imhotep’s face was half rotten away, his lips completely gone, the cheeks held together by thin strips of jerky-like skin. You scrambled out of reach, to try and get as far away as the tiny room would allow. The movement caused you to fall out of the bed and land hard on the wood floor.

Standing up, Imhotep said something in ancient Egyptian, but your jumbled, still half-asleep brain couldn’t translate it.

“Oh, really?” Junmyeon mocked. “Here’s my answer.” He held up the poor cat who had saved you earlier, the animal hissing threateningly at the mummy. Just like last time, Imhotep fled in a tornado of sand out the window, terrified of the innocent creature.

“Are you alright?” Junmyeon asked as he let the cat fall from his hands. The cat landed gracefully on its feet and walked over to the bed with more dignity than you’d ever seen a human radiate.

“Yeah, I’m good,” Baekhyun answered. After a glare from Junmyeon, he cleared his throat. “Oh. You weren’t- that’s fine. Go… check on her.” Junmyeon did just that.

Kneeling in front of you, he pushed away a few stray hairs that had fallen in your face. Warm, soft brown eyes searched for any sign of harm. The tips of his fingers brushed against your cheek, setting the skin on fire. Or perhaps that was just the blood rushing up to your face in slight embarrassment. This man made you… nervous in a way. He could be dastardly at times, but… also very sweet.

Clearing your throat, you pushed yourself up to your feet. “I’m fine. A little disgusted, but I’m fine.”

A smirk and knowing gleam flashed on Junmyeon’s face as he rose. “I’m sure mine was better.”

He was referring to the lip-smash he desperately pulled before he was to be dragged to the hangman’s noose. Not exactly the best first impression.

You snorted. “No. I wouldn’t say that.” His jaw went slack. Sehun and Baekhyun snickered behind him. “Did you find the professor?” you asked in order to change the subject.

“Yeah. He stayed out in the sun for a little long by the time we found him.”

“What are you-” Oh. Oh. That was why Imhotep was so far along in his regeneration. He’d found another victim to suck dry.

“And he has the Book of the Dead,” Sehun added. “According to Beni, that’s what he’s going to use to raise Anacsunmum.”

“Anck-Su-Namun,” you corrected.

“Yeah, her.”

You rolled your eyes. Why did you even bother?

You started pacing the room, trying to figure out what would be the best next move. You couldn’t keep playing hide and seek with the cat for all eternity. There needed to be a way to end this. Before he read from the book and raised-

The book…

The book!

You whirled back to the others. “I have an idea!”

“Care to share?”

“The Black book has always been rumored among scholars to be able to bring people back from the dead. Something I had always thought was nonsense,” you added to yourself. “But since that part is true, that means other rumors must be as well. Such as the Gold Book being able to send a soul back to the afterlife.”

“A balance.” Baekhyun looked awfully proud of himself. At least something finally stuck.

“Exactly. Now all we have to do is find out where it's hidden.”

Junmyeon frowned. “But I thought it was supposed to be hidden with Anubis?”

“Exactly,” you agreed. “It comes from a translation of an ancient text. A stone that’s at the museum here, actually. It also says where the Black book was supposed to be hidden. I think they got their translations mixed up. So, where the scholars who originally translated it said that the golden Book of Amun-Ra was in the statue of Anubis, it's actually wherever they said the black Book of the Dead was supposed to be.”

“And where is that?”

You swallowed. “I don’t remember. We’ll have to go to the museum so I can read it again.”

Letting out a heavy sigh, Junmyeon checked the barrels of his guns, reloaded the revolvers with bullets from his belt. “Then I guess we’re headed back to the museum. Hopefully we don’t run into Ugly Face before we get to the rock.”

“I’m sure we’ll be fine,” you said with the utmost confidence.

Sehun, who did not share that sentiment, looked up towards the ceiling. “Oh joy. Another book hunt.”

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asterian · 4 years ago

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Moon beast (Captain Rex x reader) (Werewolf au)

Summary: Rex got bitten by a strange creature during a mission, leaving him wounded and unexpectedly transforming him into a beast.

Words: 2.3k

A/n: Hi, this was a request but Tumblr has been messing with my post and deleted some asks. Well, anyways, this was really fun to write and I hope you like it as much as I do. As always thanks for reading.

It was almost midnight when it all started.

The boys had returned from the battlefield a couple of hours ago, defeated and wounded.

The mission to liberate the planet from separatist occupation turned out to be a trap, leaving as its consequences the loss of at least half a battalion of troopers and a whole squadron of starfighters.

Rex was among the wounded, bitten by some sort of beast. And now, as he rested in the medbay, he felt … strange.

Something was off.

He could feel it in his bones, he could feel them moving, growing. He felt how every inch of his body burned hotter than mustafar lava. This was no good. He felt dizzy and soon allusions started to fill his mind giving him glims of images of the woods, the moon and a beast with sharp teeth and killer eyes.

Rex shook his head in a desperate attempt to get rid of the images that haunted his mind, grabbing the sheets trying to hold all the pain he was feeling and regain some of the control of his body but instead felt his own nails digging on the flesh of his palms. The world around him started to get blurry and all Rex could feel was pain, it was like something was destroying him from within.

A new and more powerful wave of pain ran through his body, enough to make him finally lose all the control as a scream left his throat. Then everything turned black.

At the other side of the ship, you were working on a very damaged y-wing, doing your best to repair the poor piece of metal that used to fly, but your mind was in another place, you were worried about Rex. He was wounded and alone in the infirmary, exhausted after the mission. You wished you could be there with him.

Suddenly the sirens of the hangar went on, getting you out of your thoughts.

Everyone on the hangar started to question if the ship was under attack since no one gave the "Battle stations" order, then the voice of Admiral Yularen came through the speakers:

"Attention to all stations. There has been a security break at the medical bay, the intruder is armed and dangerous. If you spot it, shoot to kill! I repeat, there has been a security break…."

"Rex" was all you could say before rushing to the medbay.

Your head was plagued with horrible scenarios about what could have happened as you ran through the maze that was the Resolute. Wishing nothing had happened to him, hoping he was safe.

When you arrived at the medbay you were greeted by destruction. Everything was broken and there were sharp claws marked on the walls. What kind of thing could leave such marks? Well it certainly wasn't a battle droid.

You desperately searched for any remaining troopers in hopes to find your beloved Captain, without luck.

You were about to keep looking for Rex when the lights went off.

The darkness only lasted a few seconds before the emergency lights came in, followed by the sound of blaster fire and clones screaming, not far from where you were.

Something was killing the soldiers, something dangerous, something wild.

Fear spread through your body and unconsciously ran in the opposite direction, turning in every corner that came your way, trying to put as much distance as possible between you and whoever was on board. But it was useless.

The monster was chasing after you, just like a hunter after its prey.

Your feet tripped over something, making you hit the hard durasteel of the floor. As you tried to get up you heard steps approaching along with a growl that send panic to your whole self. Gathering all your courage, you turned around as slowly as you could and then you saw it.

Big sharp teeth sticking out of its mouth, if that could be called a mouth; claws as sharp as a vibroblade that matched with the marks you saw on the medbay; the monster was covered from head to toe in a soft white fur and had bright golden eyes that seemed threatening yet familiar. At first glance it looked like a loth-wolf but then it stood on two legs, like a human would. It was as tall as a Wookie, maybe a bit taller but twice as menacing.

You were frozen in your place, incapable of moving and afraid to do so.

The beats took a couple of steps towards you, hunger and murder on its eyes. "This is it" you thought.

But then when it was mere inches from you it stopped, looking at you instead with kindness and compassion almost in a tender way.

The killer eyes you saw seconds ago were replaced with a pair of loving ones.

Something was in front of you, it was a beast, a monster, yet in his eyes all you could see was a human, a lover.

Rex.

Your eyes widened open at the realization. It was him, but how? Your hand unconsciously reached to touch his face but before your hand could get close to him a blaster shot came out of nowhere almost hitting Rex's shoulder, causing him to let out a roar that sent shivers down your spine.

"No!" You screamed. "Wait!"

Soon more troopers came storming the hallway, blasting your lover who desperately ran away.

You tried to go after him but were stopped by an arm around your waist.

"Hey, easy there, (y/n)." you heard Jesse say as you struggled to get out of his grasp.

"Let me go!"

"That thing is dangerous" he said pointing in the direction Rex was seconds ago.

"He's not!" you barked at him, "Jesse, please, let me go!" you cried out.

"The kriff is wrong with you?"

"You don't understand." you told him finally break free, "It's Rex"

Jesse looked at you confused and surprised for a moment, not really knowing how to process the information you gave him.

"What?" He asked.

"It's Rex, Jesse, I know it"

"No. That's impossible, it can't be him."

"You have to trust me." You begged

"How…" he was interrupted by another trooper that came running from the hall.

"Sir, we just received a report from the other sectors, there are no signs of the animal" informed the trooper.

Jesse's gaze traveled from the trooper to you.

"Go to an escape pod" he told you."And leave as soon as possible."

"But-"

"Go!" he ordered you before turning back to his brothers, ready to command. "Alright, that thing is somewhere in the ship, there are a lot of places where it could be hiding" he told them "our priority is find it and execute it before it kills someone else."

You paralyzed in your place. They were going to kill Rex, his own brother and they didn't even know it was him. The idea of losing him made you realize you had to find him before they did.

A thousand questions started running through your head, questions such as Where in the world could he be? Where he could be hiding? Where to start looking?

The answer was clear as kyber crystal.

The place where you and your beloved Captain found each day, a place without cameras, away from curious eyes, a place where you could share your love without worrying about being caught.

"He must be there." you thought and hurried to that place that saw your love bloom.

When you arrived you found him curled into a ball, leaning against the wall, protected by the shadows. He seemed conflicted, as if he was battling with himself and the wolf, fighting over control.

It was heartbreaking seeing him like this but it was a relief knowing he was fine.

"Rex?"

He looked at you, growling a bit and baring his teeth, a warning to stay away.

"It's okay" you said softly "I'm not gonna hurt you" you raised your hands to prove you were unarmed "See? It's me, (y/n)."

He seemed to recognize you, and slowly, Rex started to calm down a bit.

You took one, maybe two steps towards him. He backed off.

"It's fine, you can come out now" you encouraged him, extending a hand for him to take. Nothing.

The more you tried to touch him or get near him, the more he retreated.

"Love, please, I need to get you out of here before someone else find you"

Rex shook his head in response, getting further away from you. Was he afraid of you?

He had killed his own brothers, murdered them without hesitation. Even though he was unconscious most of the time, he knew what he was doing, he knew what this new form could do and how dangerous it was.

Rex wasn't afraid of you, oh no, he was afraid of himself, of the monster he became.

"It's okay, you are not going to hurt me" you told him as if you knew what was going on in his head. "I trust you"

The captain looked at you for a moment, and then he let you get closer to him.

Your hand carefully traveled all along his arm, feeling the soft texture of his fur, all the way to his large new face. Recognising and memorizing every detail of this new version of him, it felt familiar. His hazel eyes focused on you until they started to slowly close as he began to relax under your touch.

You kept gently stroking his head, the beating of your hearts softly echoing on the room. And for a moment the world outside seemed to fade away, the chaos of the Resolute, the clones screaming and running around, all of that disappeared. It was just you and him, human or wolf, you loved him.

You looked at him for a moment before pulling him into a tight hug. His fur trickling on your face made you smile but then you felt yourself melting under his warmth, closing your eyes and enjoying the moment.

"I love you, Rex" you mumbled against his chest, "I love you with all my soul and I want to be with you in this form or any other, it doesn't matter." you assured him, feeling the way his heart beated against yours. "I'll love you just the same, I promise"

The captain felt his heart full of love and hope. He was worried that you might have been scared of him, or that you might never want to see him because, who could love a monster like him? Now that he was one. Just the fact that you were there with him made him feel loved and for that he couldn't be more thankful, but he also couldn't help but wonder, what did he do to deserve someone as caring and loving as you.

The fears and insecurities left his body and were replaced with peace, love. And as those negative thoughts left he felt the beast leaving too. He felt his body slowly changing, not painfully as the other time but more natural. Human again.

"I love you, cyare"

His voice took you by surprise.

You were so immersed in your thoughts and his warmth that you didn't notice that he had changed, shifted back to his normal form.

"Rex." you breathed, looking at him, tears starting to form in your eyes as you placed a hand on his cheek.

"Hello, love." he said simply, earning a little giggle from you. He pulled you close and rested his forehead on yours, and finally you felt the tears rolling down your face.

He looked exhausted and sick, like he could faint in any second.

Your beloved Captain began to shiver with the absence of the fur that a few minutes ago covered his body, leaving him now naked and exposed to the coldness of the ship. You noticed the fresh little scratches and bruises that decorated his tanned skin. You couldn't even imagine what kind of hell he went through.

You stayed like this a few minutes, before he spoke again, blame and sorrow dancing on his tone.

"It was my fault" His voice cracked. "I knew what I was doing while I was that beast, I just couldn't stop. And now my brothers are gone." His gaze traveled to the floor and you saw a tear rolling down his cheek. "I could have hurt you too."

"(Y/n), how many brothers did I-"

"No, Rex, don't do that" you stopped him, "it wasn't your fault"

"Rex-" you murmured, placing a hand on the side of his face.

"I would never forget myself if anything happens to you because of me." He told you, his hazel eyes looking right into yours.

"Hey, it's okay" you assured him, "I know you would never hurt me, don't worry about that"

"But what if that thing comes back? What if I can't control it? What if I'm not able to snap out of it again?"

"Hey, hey, easy" you said "Look, I don't have the answers for that, I have no idea what caused this or how to get rid of it, I don't even know what to do." It was true, you had more questions than real answers yet you wanted to be there for him no matter what.

"We'll figure a way to control this, okay?" You murmured gently stroking his face, meaning every single word. "Whatever this is, we're going to face it, together."

#asterian #captain rex x reader #captain rex x you #captain rex x y/n #werewolf rex #wererex #werewolf au #werewolf rex x reader #gender neutral reader #star wars #star wars imagine #the clone wars #the clone wars imagine #captain rex #clone wars #ct 7567

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pastellipanic · 4 years ago

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Junkenstein's Legend

It isnt a secret that I like Overwatch. It isnt a secret that my favourite event is the Halloween event of Junkensteins revenge. It also isnt a secret that I get hyperfixated onto uncommon things or parts of things. So today, presented by my hyperfixating grey brainmatter, I bring you:

The Full Tale of Junkensteins Revenge

Or, you know, the The Full Tale of Junkensteins Revenge as Theorized by Pastelli During Sleepless Nights. Anyway, we shall start at the beginning!

(Everything in this story is theorized upon the tidbits of canon information from the game, the comics and details of skins, sprays and maps. You are entitled to disagree with my theorization and I will gladly take on any opposing theories if they are given to me with a constructive and positive vibe. I will also gladly have a chat with anyone who is interested in the subject or has ideas I hadnt considered. That being said, Enjoy!)

Chapter 1: The sad beginnings of a mad doctor and his first step onto the battlefield.

Doctor Jamison Junkenstein was a young lad who worked for the local Lord Reinhardt in a town of Adlersbrunn located in the outskirts of Black Forest. He was a brilliant mechanic, engineer and had no fear of working with electricity, hence he had gotten the job in the first place. While his social skills were limited and his fame in the town stained, he was a hard worker and a genius in his own field. At some point during his career, he got bored of the same old electricity and piping, and began to experiment in robotics. His first one was a crude little thing but he was proud of it, so he decided to continue on this path. He began to dream of building live automatons, creatures that could think and feel for themselves. Perhaps it was the fact that he yearned for someone to befriend whilst the townspeople mistreated and disrespected him for his oddities, or perhaps it was his pride towards his own intelligence. However it may be, he started spending more time upon making the automatons, "omnics" as he called them or "Zomnics" as they were later called by the townspeople for their ghastly slow movements. Lord Reinhardt was displeased by him giving his time to such silly things, even more so when Junkenstein came to his door to show them. Every time he made adjustments and showed them to the Lord, he waved the "useless trinkets" away, and everytime his already feeble fame deteriorated in peoples rumours. Madman, lunatic and fool were quickly becoming synonyms for his name. This only spurred him on in his quest to prove them wrong. The metal husks laying in his laboratory soon turned to dug up corpses, the wires he used to put inside turned to stitches on the flesh and what he couldnt understand in anatomy he changed into machinery. Soon he had a body, half organic half inorganic, and all he needed was to make it come alive. Bloodpumping didnt work. Watershocks didnt work. Exchanging the heart into a running motor didnt work. Atlast he tried using electricity to bring his creation to life, unsuccessfully. Junkenstein was exhausted, abused and even his trust in his skills had failed him. He was on the brink of quitting and burying that stupid project, until...

Witch of the Wilds appeared!

The Witch of the Wilds was a well known individual, feared by all near and far for her magic. It was rumoured she could turn coal into gold, make waterfalls run upwards and burn a castle with the flick of her wrist. She was also known from her coming to people at their darkest hour and offering a solution... for a price. And thats exactly what she offered Junkenstein, a solution to his problems; the spark of life. She only asked for a favor, one she would come collect in a nearby future and one that he couldnt refuse. He accepted. He had nothing to lose. Applying the spark of life onto his machine, he started the creatures heart and mind. There were a lot of things that went through its mind when it woke, curiosity and giddiness, but most importantly: Panic. In a furious frenzy it tore itself from its bindings and ran out, into the streets of Adlersbrunn. The townspeople, upon seeing the monster, immediately screamed, cried, yelled, attacked and fled. The monster had no sympathy for people so cruel as the baker who hit it or the children kicking its shins, so he let out his rage onto the masses. It was carnage.

Junkenstein was happy. He had succeeded! His monster was doing exactly what he wanted; avenging the years of societal neglect and bullying Junkenstein had gone through. Yet he had no control over the monster, and no idea how to get it to the Lords doorstep. A couple of hours of manipulating the routes and trying to get the monster where he wanted, he finally got to the door.... Only to find that while he was busy, so was the Lord. He had hired a few wanderers to protect him when he had heard of the happenings in the town. An old soldier searching for a fight, an alchemist practizing her talent, an archer running from the past and a gunslinger hunting for easy money. Only four they were against the doctor, his monster and his minions, and against the Witch of the Wilds and her fearsome ally; a cursed pumpkinheaded man by the name of Reaper. And only four they were who beat him, leaving his corpse battered onto the rocktiles of the yard. His monster was perished, the Witch had fled and the Reaper had gone with her. The wanderers went inside to claim their prize.

Chapter 2: How to tame a monster and revive a doctor.

As the wanderers left the scene, Witch of the Wilds saw her chance to do her work. She quickly used the spark of life to revive Junkenstein, giving his bruised flesh some tidying up whilst doing it, and watched as he sat up. Safe to say, he was pissed to have lost. He wanted to charge right back into fight, but was stopped by the Witch. She managed to make him change his mind, to wait for a year and build his army before trying again, and give her some time to get allies. Gathering what he could of the broken zomnics, Junkenstein found the corpse of his monster and decided to take it back to his lab for revival. He wasnt sure if the creature would run out again or stay, but he wanted to still show the town that he could make something living. This time, when rising from the cold metal table, the monster sat still and stared at Junkenstein. During the fight it had noted that the doctor didnt attack him, even defending him from the attacking gunslinger. It decided to stay near him, for no other reason than that it trusted him. Junkenstein was thrilled to have a friend, even if it did smell of decay a bit.

11 months went by in peace. The town healed, forgot about the incident and, assuming that the wrecked corpse of a homeless man was Junkensteins, buried the past with it. Meanwhile the doctor had other things to think about. He had built an army of zomnics, had tamed the monster and befriended it, had taught it to speak a little and had served the Witch on a few occasions. On some days he still liked to venture into town to see how life was going there. At one point he had almost forgiven the town, before he had come to learn of a new game for the children based after the mocking of his person. Thats when his short temper blew into pieces and he jumped to make an announcement in the middle of the town. He raged, mocked, spat at the townspeople, before revealing his identity and announcing that all of them would perish under his boot. Seeing a dead man back from the grave gave quite a scare to the town, making them panickedly run to the local Lords. They decided that a meeting was to be held to consider this new threat. Some voted to kill Junkenstein again, yet it was deemed to be an ineffective solution due to him coming back the last time. Some voted to trap him and enslave him for the rest of his days, but it was a futile idea for someone like him to be trapped. He would just squirm his way out like the vermin he was. It was decided that Adlersbrunn was to be evacuated. All people were to be gathered into Lord Reinhardts castle, to have few protectors stay behind until they could safely escape. Lord Reinhardt sent word to three people in order to get protection for this event. A Countess from a family of Hunters that had shut herself from the world. An old friend of the Lord who traveled the world, hunting dragons. And a Monk with his Apprentice, answering to a higher calling than human.

Meanwhile the Witch of the Wilds was gathering her allies, having gotten an interesting offer from a dragon in the Black Forest. The dragon offered to lend one of their servants the powers of a dragon and give that servant into the Witches hands for the battle. The Witch was intrigued but suspicious, so she asked what the dragon wanted in return. Nothing. It wanted the greater good and it knew that the Witch wanted that too. Adlersbrunn was filled with people and people were filled with fears of the unknown. The Black Forest was filled with the unknown, and therefore they were hunted. Silver bullet battles, witch burnings and burials of the undead had plagued the creatures of the forest for long enough, and it was time for the people to leave them alone. If not by peace, then by force. Junkenstein was a great tool for the Witches cause, but she still needed more power, therefore she agreed to take the servant of the dragon onto the battlefield as her ally.

Chapter 3: Junkensteins Revenge 2, Electric Boogaloo

The fight happens almost the same as last, but this time the tables have turned. The wanderers struggle to keep up with the Summoners dragonfire blasts, the bombs lobbed by Junkenstein and the gunfire from Reapers guns. While they dont win the fight, they manage to hold them off just enough time for the townspeople to flee far away from Junkensteins grasp. Instead of a petrified Lord, Junkenstein is greeted by an empty castle. At first he seems gleeful, running to hop on the throne. Once he sits down and looks around, he bursts into tears. After all these years of pain, he doesnt even get his revenge. He doesnt get to have his victory even at his brightest moment. The monster tries to comfort its creator, succeeding just to quiet him enough for the Witch to speak. Its time for the favor he owes her.

Before, she wanted him to leave the town as well, but seeing how he was alone already she wanted something else. She wanted him to be a guardian for the black forest. No town would ever become of Adlersbrunn ever again and no one would step a foot into Black forest while the doctor was alive, to ensure that the creatures could live in peace.

He accepted, as he was to do, and remained the only human left.

Chapter 4: The time that we dont speak too much about because honestly nothing happens

Some hundred years passed in quiet. Adlersbrunn collapsed and became ruins of what it once was. Junkenstein guarded the forest and helped the creatures inside it, at one point building a bride for his monster. (Nothing too much is said about what happened to her or where she went) The monster learned and lived, helping Junkenstein with his work. Due to both of them having been revived with the spark of life, they had become immortal. (Unless killed) Witch of the Wilds passed peacefully after a long life. Reaper found his head and his curse was lifted. Life was good.

Chapter 5: Junkenstein of Eichenwalde

One day Junkenstein realizes that where Adlersbrunn once was, is now something new. People have come and started building a town, so he disguises himself and goes to investigate. These people have migrated here from the north, calling this place Eichenwalde, and seem to be very nice. They offer him food and water, the kids want to play with him and the grown ups tell stories of the North to him. He doesnt see an issue with them coming here to stay, since they seem nice and the forest has few creatures left to protect. When a little girl tries to run into the woods, Junkenstein holds her back and tells her not to go. Intrigued, the little girl asks why. The doctor starts telling about monsters and creatures to scare the kids, but they are more interested in hearing his ghost stories, so he obliges to tell them one. He tells about a mad scientist who created a monster and how the monster now lurks in the woods. The kids are excited and the adults think of it as a great legend. It becomes a habit for Junkenstein to come into the town to tell ghost stories to kids. One day, when its Halloween, he notices a difference. The town has changed their style into old fashioned clothes, their mechanical cars to wooden carriage and posters of a fake Mad scientist and a Monster litter the walls. The kids are playing as the characters from his stories and running around with mouths filled with candy. The legend has come into a tradition of a reenactment.

One day, a man arrives into the town, and raises some questions in Junkenstein. The man looks like the Lord. Speaks like the Lord. Walks like the Lord. Has the same mannerisms as the Lord. He even introduces himself as Reinhardt to the disguised Junkenstein. The Lord escaped. It would make sense for him to have started again somewhere else. This could be his descendant, without knowledge of the legend. Who would want such an odd story to be passed down to their descendants? Who would even believe it? Junkenstein keeps an eye on the man and, even when he leaves, the monster follows him for a while. It doesnt seem like he is a threat of any kind. The life goes on in Eichenwalde, with Junkenstein telling stories and living his life with the monster. Every year his story is celebrated in front of him, without any idea that it is truer than any other tale told.

The End.

It took me 3 hours to write this down and I know it starts showing at the end. Also, there are still some mysteries in the story that have absolutely no canon to even start theorizing from. (Aka The Sombra Situation. Theres literally only one spray and a skin where she is linked in any way.)

Also, some very fun theories that I didnt know how to incorporate into the story are:

McCree gets bitten by a werewolf after the first fight

The first fight is the original Junkensteins revenge-gamemode. The second fight is the Endless gamemode.

Canonically the countess killed the Monks master, and I like to think its because of this they lost. They couldnt trust eachother.

When Summoner is close by the air gets heated.(Almost Canon. It is implied in voicelines)

Junkenstein is implied to be so chatty that he keeps talking/laughing during the fight

The Countess is from a family of Vampire hunters, who was bitten by a vampire and was ashamed. The reason she joins the battle is to honor her familys name and hunt for one last time.

It took me 3 separate days to research the canon elements, put them onto a paper and theorize around them and now I finally got this written down in here.

If you are interested in the notes I have, here you can read them: (Mostly in english, but might have some finnish words in there)

Now go my children! Hyperfixate onto this and share my pain!

(Also I would appreciate that if you take this theory and post it somewhere else, that you would credit me and tell your friends I said Hi!)

#overwatch #junkensteins revenge #junkenstein #junkrat #roadhog #mercy #reaper #symmetra #halloween #hyperfixation #theory

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squirrel-moose-winchester · 5 years ago

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End of the World

Title: End of the World

Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2392

Square Filled: Nightmare

Summary: It’s “The End” as God nicely put it… and it seems like it really is the end… for everyone.

Warnings: Angst, Explicit Language, Major Character Death, TW: Suicide, Mentions of Death, Blood, and again, a lot of Angst. This whole thing is just angst. Maybe fluff if you squint?

Written for @spndeanbingo

A/N: I realized that I didn’t upload my fic for my “nightmare” square, and when I looked in my WIPs, I couldn’t find it… why? Because it was in a completely different folder... *facepalm* Anyways, I found it and so… here it is. I hope you like it and please reblog and leave some feedback! Thank you and Happy Reading! xx

Things have been dark lately. Sam has shut himself in, not coming out of his room unless he really has to, Dean had fallen in this terrifying headspace where he would say such nasty things with intent to hurt, or break out into violent tantrums, which usually ended looking like a hurricane had hit. Castiel was gone, and you… you had become jumpy, paranoid, always thinking something was going to show up and get you. It was the end of the world after all, the most terrifying thing right now was surviving, but someone had to try and save the world.

With a tray of food in your hands, you cautiously walked down the hall towards Sam’s room. He hadn’t eaten all day, nor had you seen him exit his bedroom. You were worried. “Sam?” you called out, pressing your ear against his door. You heard no rustling of what so ever. “Sam?” you called again, figuring he had fallen asleep.

Letting out a deep sigh, you balanced the tray in one hand and opened the door to Sam’s room. He always left it unlock in case someone needed him, but no one really tried to disturb him other than you, which he didn’t seem to mind.

The room was dark, and still balancing the tray in one hand, you used the other to feel against the wall in search for the light switch. Victory, you flipped it on, the room coming into view. A sharp gasp left your lips as the tray you’ve been holding clamored on the concrete flooring. Your hands came to your lips at the horrifying sight.

Blood stained the sheets and pooled on the floor. Both of Sam’s arms were slit from his wrist up to the juncture where his arms bent. His skin was ghostly white, and you could just feel the end of life that filled the room. Sam was dead. Sam had given up… Winchesters don’t give up. That’s what he told you when all of this began, but there he lay… a hypocrite to his own words. This couldn’t be right.

Desperately needing to get out, you rushed down the hall to get Dean. You hoped that maybe he could do something. As you turned into the hallway where his bedroom resided, you noticed the door wide open. Rushing in, the only light pouring in being from the hallway, you halted in your stride. Dean was just standing there in the middle of his room, and the whole thing let out an eerie vibe, one that made you uncomfortable and a little anxious.

“D-Dean?” you stuttered in fright, not knowing what to expect.

When he moved, you flinched. Deans eyes were covered by shadows and his body was ridged. “What?” He snapped, the word coming out as a growl.

“S-Sam… h-he—”

“Get on with it!” He shouted, green eyes suddenly piercing at you with something akin to wild fire, like the flames of Maleficent. Goosebumps erupted around your body in complete and utter fear. “What? Stop stuttering and fucking say what you’re trying to say!” Spit flew from his lips and you felt your blood run cold.

“Sam’s dead…” you finally managed to say softly without stuttering.

“That’s what you came here to bother me for? Sam’s fucking dead? I don’t give a flying fuck if he’s dead. Why can’t you be dead too? You’re so fucking annoying, you know that?” Dean growled, stalking towards you. “Ever since this whole end of the world bullshit started, you’ve been nothing but a pain in my hide. A constant itching slowly driving me in-fucking-sane!”

“I-I’m sorry,” you whimpered, taking a step back, only to collide into the wall.

“Sorry? You think saying you’re sorry is going to make any difference? Castiel is gone! Sam is dead! And all I’m stuck with is you! A pathetic little twig that can’t do anything but cause trouble for the rest of us! So fuck off!”

Your legs gave out and suddenly, a flutter of wings consumed the room and everything went black. When you awoke, you were in a pristine white room, brightly lit with white lights. You’ve seen this place before. You’ve been here before… Heaven?

“Hello Y/N,” a deep familiar rumbling voice was heard behind you. Twirling around at top speed, you saw Castiel standing at the corner. “Are you okay?”

“Cass!” you shouted, jumping out of a bed and running towards him, body crashing into his as you wound your arms around his neck. “We thought you were dead!” you sobbed.

“I’m sorry, but I’ve been busy up here in heaven. Everything is in turmoil, and Michael he… I’m afraid he isn’t strong enough to contain his father in the cage. It’s only a matter of time until God is free. Amara won’t help us, and without her by our side, all the angels, myself included, will not be able to keep the door shut,” he revealed, unraveling your hands from his body and keeping you at arms length.

Castiel’s reasoning for his disappearance had been answered, but it wasn’t what you were expecting. The end of the world was happening on earth with the passage to Purgatory ajar, and with Rowena’s indefinite death, leaving hell’s gates wide open. There didn’t seem to be a win in sight. Heaven was fighting a losing battle, humans were dying left and right on earth, demons, monsters, and human were at an all out war, and any sort of hope you tried to convince yourself of was now nothing but a useless dream.

Everyone that made this far was going to eventually meet their early grave. It was inevitable.

“So it’s over…” your voice cracked. “It’s all over. The angels can’t help us, Amara won’t help us, Sam is dead, Dean has gone crazy, and we’re all just going to die…”

Your legs gave out again, Castiel catching you in time before you actually hit the ground. In a blink, you were back on the bed. “I’m sorry, Y/N, but I have to go. They need me at the cage.”

Before you could say anything, he was gone, and you were alone. At that moment, you felt so entirely alone. There were no words to describe how lonely you felt. It was cold, numbing, frightening, frustrating, just overall overwhelming. You didn’t know what to think, how to feel, or how to react to anything. You were lost.

After what felt like hours had passed, you decided to wonder around. A door suddenly appeared in front of you and with little hesitation, you opened it and walked through the threshold. You entered what seemed to be the living room of a two story house, one you’ve never seen before. You could hear voices coming from the next room and followed the noise.

Rounding a corner, you peaked in to see Sam. Your eyes widened, wanting to make yourself known, but you held yourself back when you noticed that he wasn’t alone. At the dining table, waiting for Sam to join them, was his parents, Jessica, Dean, and you. You were coddled up in Dean’s arms, Mary holding John’s hand above the table, and Jessica had leaped from her seat to throw her arms around Sam.

This had to be Sam’s heaven.

You took a step back, only to find yourself hitting something… or rather, someone.

“What are you doing here?” A tone filled with danger hit your eardrums. “You shouldn’t be here,” it grumbled again.

Slowly turning, you saw Adam standing in front of you… no… it was Michael – the glowing blue eyes easily identifiable. He looked exhausted, tattered up, and seemed to be on the verge of death. “I… Cass he…” you could barely find your voice much less form a sentence.

“Castiel brought you here? Why?” the archangel asked.

“I don’t know… to save me, I guess?”

“You guess?” Michael hissed. “Well you don’t belong here, and you most definitely don’t belong meddling with the souls of heaven!” Michael lifted his hands, his thumb and middle finger meeting together. Your eyes widened and before you could make a sound, he snapped his fingers.

The room was dark, save for the light coming in from the wide open door. You scanned the room and noticed that you were back in Dean’s room. Jumping off of his bed, you rushed out of the room, not wanting to anger him again. As you stumbled into the hall, a chill vibrated through your bones, goosebumps once again plaguing your skin.

Carved on the walls were a pattern of four names… Sam, Dean, Castiel, and Y/N. Over and over, your names littered the walls, however, every name was crossed out, save for Dean’s. Was this his way of reminding himself that the three of you were dead and he was the only one left?

Following the markings, you began to hear the sound of light sobbing. As you continued to walk, it only got louder. You found your way to the library, peaking into the room to find Dean sitting at a table, arms folded and face buried in them, surrounded by books and files scattered all over the place.

“Gone. They’re all gone,” he muttered through sobs. “I’m all alone…”

Your heart shattered. Empathizing with him, your eyes began to swell, unable to even begin thinking about how you’d feel if you were completely alone. That everyone you loved was gone and you were the last one standing. It was cripplingly devastating and down right terrifying.

Stepping out from hiding, you called Dean’s name. His sobbing instantly silence and his head lifted from his arms. Slowly, his head turned towards you, and you screamed. He had no eyes, just black holes, like he had been spited by god himself.

“Y/N, you came back…” he spoke, getting out of his seat. You flinched, taking a step back.

“You’re not Dean…” you stumbled backwards. “What did you do?!” You shouted, the feeling of bile rising in your throat.

“Y/N, it’s me.”

“No,” you choked, tears already streaming down your cheeks.

“It’s me, Dean,” he tried to convince you again.

“No!” you screamed, turning to run but slamming against something.

Falling backwards, you winced at the connection. Hovering above you was Dean, but his lips were curved downwards, not seeming to happy with your attempt to run. “Did I say you could leave?” He roared, the entire bunker shaking.

He grabbed your ankle, easily dragging you to who knows where. Despite your resistance, he didn’t seem to have any problem pulling your along. “Please, stop! Don’t!” you pleaded, eyes burning.

Your screams and pleas became more and more frantic once you realized where he was taking you… the dungeon. “I beg of you, please leave me alone!” you cried, but he didn’t stop.

He tossed you in the middle of the demon trap, except it didn’t look like a demon trap… it was something else. A new symbol you’ve never seen before. “Now you’re never going to leave me,” he mumbled.

As he turned to leave, you shouted, running after him, however you couldn’t move. Casting your eyes downwards, standing at the edge of the trap, you realized you couldn’t get out. “Dean!” you called, trying to force yourself out of it. “Dean!”

You began to cry uncontrollably, calling Dean’s name. Everything felt cold and you could suddenly see your breath. Figures came into view and all around you, you saw the faces of all your friends.

Through the mass of familiar faces, Jody made her way towards the front. “He won’t let us leave,” she confessed. “He’s keeping us here,” she added.

“Y/N, you need to help us,” a voice came from behind you. Whipping around, you saw Sam standing in front of you.

“S-Sam? B-but… I—I saw you in heaven.”

Sam shook his head. “I don’t know whose heaven you saw, but it wasn’t mine. Letting all the information process through your head, you realized the heaven you saw had to have been Mary’s. She was the only person you’ve met. You’ve never known Jess or John, but you did know Mary. She even told you once, that you were part of her family. That one day, you and Dean would be more… but it never happened. You and Dean… there was just too much weight in being together. Too much to lose if you two were together. Love was impossible.

There were chatter coming from somewhere in the room and in the corner of your eye you saw movement. Moving your attention away from Sam and to the noise, you saw the crowd being shoved aside, revealing Kevin.

“He took me. He took me from my mom! God, I hate it here!” Kevin shouted, pain erupting on your right cheek. Your hand instantly cupped the hot area. When you drew your hand away, you saw blood. “Why is he doing this to us?!” Kevin howled.

He was going rabid. A restless soul. And eventually, they all will turn the same way, and you’ll be the only one in the room they can take their wrath out on… you were going to die in here. Dean was going to let you die by the hands of your dead friends.

“Dean!” You screamed, voice high and piercing. “Dean! Please! Let me out! Dean!”

Gasping for air, you shot out of bed, your sheets completely drenched. Your heart felt like it was going to jump out of your chest in any second. Seconds later, your bedroom door went flying open, revealing Dean, Sam, and Castiel.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Dean rushed forwards, sitting in front of you as he cupped your cheeks with both hands, wiping away your tears. “Hey, it was just a bad dream. I’m here. We’re here,” Dean stated, his voice instantly soothing you in your shaken state. “You’re okay, Sweetheart. You’re okay,” he looked you straight in the eyes, letting you know that this was really him, and that you were safe.

“Dean,” you croaked, his beautiful emerald eyes peering at you. With that being enough validation that he was actually him, you lunged yourself into his arms.

“Yeah, baby. I’m here.”

A/N: I’ll be honest, I don’t really know how I feel about this one. But if you like it, please ease my worries and let me know! I would really appreciate any positive feedback. Also, please reblog so that it may reach more readers! Thank you for reading! xx

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signs-of-the-moon · 3 years ago

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Moon Rise: Chapter 53

Snow stared up at Tall Stone, tail thrashing violently. Her fur bristled to the point where she didn't even look like herself anymore.

"Idiots!" She snapped suddenly, whipping around to look at the crowd of her former clanmates. The lynx point molly's eyes blazed like icy blue flame, baring into each and every last member of Grassclan.

"Imbeciles...! You think exiling me will do you any good?" She scoffed, lifting her chin. "I have been killing you off one by one for moons, and none of you ever suspected. Why do you think the last two Leafbares have plagued us so terribly with greencough? You think if it were actually treated, so many would still have died?" A dark chuckle rose from Snow's throat. "Our catmint stores were purposely lost. I was prepared to let all of you die; ready to watch each and every last one of you rot... Until..." she turned, setting her sights on Swiftcloud. The white and black patched she-cat stood at full attention with ears flat against her head. The crowd behind her moved back, allowing the she-cats space in case a fight should ensue.

"You. You just had to ruin everything didn't you? Swiftcloud. Pathetic little kittypet. Why couldn't you have just died like a good little kitty, hm? Deathberries too good for you? Afraid Starclan won't accept you with open paws? Or are you just bound and determined to destroy me and all that I've worked on?" Snow began to circle Swiftcloud menacingly, never breaking the deputy's gaze.

Swiftcloud kept turning to keep watch, not trusting enough to turn her back on the crazy medicine cat.

Another chuckle erupted from Snow's throat. It started off soft, barely audible, but slowly built up in volume. As the chuckle reached its limit it bubbled into a chilling maniacal laugh. Snow threw her head back to part her jaws and howl out the hilarity. The cats of Grassclan bristled at the noise, backing away with caution. Swiftcloud bared her fangs as the lynx point molly began to settle down, resting her icy blue eyes back on her target.

"You were the one to find Waspwing's corpse. You were there during Butterflytail's last moments, and knew he couldn't have just been seizing. Ambereye too. Somehow you figured out that they had been poisoned. Heatherwing was found bleeding out all over the Forest Patch because of you. And you were right beside Jaybird when her drowned body was returned to us. You saw my fur between her claws too, didn't you? What a clever little cat you are." Snow's words came out like venom, oozing with sarcasm and loathing. Her lips peeled back into a sickening smile.

"Why...why would you do all of this?" Mistyleaf asked quietly. Snow whipped her head around to look at the fluffy silver she-cat, eyes narrowed to icicle thin slits. Mistyleaf stepped forward bravely in response, looking her aunt directly in the eye. She wanted answers, and it seemed that she was going to get them. For a moment, Snow's expression softened.

"Mistyleaf...Mistyleaf...! Darling little one. My sweetest daughter. I did it all for you; for all of my kits! You, Rabbitstorm and Frostfeather are my children after all. I had to take care of those who tore us apart." Snow paused in her path circling Swiftcloud, turning to fully face the medicine cat apprentice. Mistyleaf stood tall despite the enemy before her, though her eyes betrayed the fear that undoubtedly gripped her heart.

"You see; Goldensong was the one who told Whitestar about your birth, so I had to make her pay. Wasn't it obvious that I was the one who poisoned her? I even killed off her mother and her brother to torment her. I killed Butterflytail to get revenge on Whitestar too, you know; to throw her off my trail and to punish her for giving you to Jaybird. Heatherwing had to die for taking Rabbitstorm away from his duties. And Jaybird--oh my dear, sweet sister--she tried to keep me away from you three. After taking you and raising you in my place; not even allowing me to so much as mentor you, that alone had me ready to snap. But then she went on to have another litter. More kits! As if the three of you were not enough; as if the precious lives I had brought into the world were not good enough for her to be satisfied with. She had to go on and have her own kittens. That's when I knew I had had enough of her. But I couldn't actually kill my sister. I loved her.... So I let the river do my dirty work. As for Ambereye, I never liked her. She took my sister away from me; poisoned her mind. So, I poisoned her to teach her a lesson." The lynx point molly took a pace towards Mistyleaf, her expression sinister.

Alarm shot through Swiftcloud, causing her muscles to bunch. She had to restrain herself from lashing out at the mad she-cat, not even wanting her to be within a flea-length of her mate. Especially after confessing to murder. Murders that the whole of Grassclan had wrongfully blamed on another of the Land's Star.

"And finally we come around to Swiftcloud," Snow continued. "That naive little kittypet. She thought she could come into our clan, make you fall in love with her, and have you make the same mistakes I did when I was your age. I couldn't bare to see that happen to you. So of course I had to poison her as well. But then...then you saved her. Why..? All for love? Love is useless to medicine cats! Your place is with your herbs; your heart belongs to the well-being of your clan. I expected better of you....I was only trying to protect you." Snow took a few more paces forward, closer to her supposed daughter. Mistyleaf reacted by backing away slowly; Frostfeather and Rabbitstorm coming to stand by her sides. Swiftcloud came around, jumping in front of the littermates protectively.

"You're lying!" Frostfeather caterwauled insistently. "You can't be our mother!"

"But I am! You are my kits. You three are the kits of myself and the Treeclan deputy, Wolfheart!" Snow countered. "Why else would I do all of this? It was all for you!"

"Shut up!" Rabbitstorm snarled. Snowfrost blinked, surprised. "Even if you did give birth to us, you will never be our mother. Jaybird and Ambereye are our mothers. You are barely worthy of being called kin. You killed the cat carrying your grand-kits. You poisoned your union-sister. You murdered your own twin! You are not our mother. You're hardly even a cat. Now...you're nothing more than a monster!"

"No!" Snow shrieked, swiping a paw with claws unsheathed in the littermates's direction. Swiftcloud was quick to tackle her, pinning the furious she-cat to the floor. Snow caterwauled, struggling in the deputy's grip. She so desperately wanted to reach her children, but Swiftcloud would never let her. I would die before allowing you to reach them!

"You are a disgrace to Grassclan," Whitestar snarled from atop Tall Stone, interrupting the scene. Snow froze at the sound of the Grassclan leader's voice. "The crimes you have committed are so severe we cannot allow you to stay. Live as you have acted; like a rogue. Warriors, attack this cat without mercy. Kill her if you must. If she is not dead, then she must leave the Land's Star and never return. For if you shall, Snow, you will be met with the death you so rightfully deserve. You are no longer welcome among the Land's Star; BEGONE!" Whitestar roared and Swiftcloud finally let Snow go.

The lynx point molly rose to her paws. She panted for a heartbeat, glancing at the Grassclan warriors who snarled and growled at her. The clan began to close in on her, leaving only a narrow path for her to escape from. Snow at last darted, disappearing through the bramble tunnel. When she was out of sight, the warriors chased after her, spilling out of camp and into the meadow beyond the camp walls. The only warriors that remained were Swiftcloud and Shadowfang. The mates checked on Mistyleaf, grooming her cheeks affectionately.

A long time passed before Grassclan's warriors returned, exhausted from running all across the territory. The sun was just beginning to rise. No one had gotten any sleep.

Swiftcloud rose from her place beside the medicine den, checking everyone over. "What do you have to report?"

"We chased Snow all the way to the Treeclan border," Gingerstrike meowed. "When we got there she turned tail and attacked Thornpaw, splitting his ear. But he scared her off the rest of the way across the Thunder Path. She's far from Grassclan's territory by now."

Swiftcloud looked at Thornpaw with concern. "Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine. At least I've got a cool new scar." The young tom chuckled.

"Well go see Goldensong and have it cleaned. As for the rest of you, I want all of you to get some rest, you deserve it. We'll be doubling our patrols along the Treeclan border, and I want all Guard warriors protecting the nursery, medicine den, and the bramble tunnel." Swiftcloud announced. Warriors muttered their appreciation as they slipped past to rest in the warriors' den. Swiftcloud watched as each one disappeared, then escorted Thornpaw to see Goldensong.

Whitestar came trotting over along with her other kit, Lightpaw, worry stuck on their faces. She licked at the tom's bleeding ear profusely.

"Mom, you have to let him go," Lightpaw groaned, bumping her forehead against the Grassclan leader's chin. Whitestar glanced at her, pulling away.

"He'll be fine," Swiftcloud assured, leaving him by the medicine den's entrance. Whitestar sighed, beckoning the deputy to follow her with a swish of her tail. The two mollies walked together back to the leader's den.

"We'll need to be vigilant for now on," Whitestar whispered. "I believe we should send a message patrol to each clan to warn them about Snow. Until she's dead, no cat or clan is safe. Who knows what she is capable of now that she has nothing left to lose."

"I agree," Swiftcloud replied. "I'll lead the patrol to Treeclan myself at Sunhigh. And I'll send warriors to the other clans before I depart. But I will be leaving Ladybugbite, Rabbitstorm, Tigerfang, and the apprentices here to help guard camp. Just in case Snow flees back to our territory. We can't risk her getting to the nursery, or harming either of our medicine cats. Or Starclan forbid, having her try and kill you."

Whitestar dipped her head gratefully. "Thank you, Swiftcloud. I did right when I brought you into this clan. Look at you now... You've grown into such an amazing cat. I'm proud to have you as my deputy. I'm proud to have had a cat like you to fulfill the prophecy given to me all those moons ago."

Swiftcloud tilted her head curiously. "Prophecy?" she echoed. Whitestar sighed, turning her eyes upwards.

"'Swiftness will fortify your ranks, but hurry, snow's unyielding frost threatens the balance of the Land's Star'. I didn't know what it meant back then. But I do now. You are the Swiftness who has strengthened our ranks. Snowfrost was the one threatening the balance. You've saved us, Swiftcloud. Grassclan is forever in your debt."

Swiftcloud blinked. "In my debt..? Stars, if anybody's in debt, it's me. To you, and to all of Grassclan. I'm so grateful to know you all, and to be able to fight so hard for you. I'd give up nine lives for this clan if I could."

"I don't think it's a matter of 'if you could', or not anymore.... You'll make a fine leader someday, Swiftcloud."

Swiftcloud looked at Grassclan's leader with concern, her question silently answered. The life Whitestar had lost in the battle... she only has two left now. Swiftcloud dipped her head, the weight of this realization almost too heavy to bare. Whitestar swiped her tail under Swiftcloud chin, encouraging her to stand more proud.

"Chin up. We must remain strong for the clan. No matter how hard things may become. That is the first lesson you must learn before your time to earn nine lives comes. And there are many more things I must teach you before then. Come."

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Swiftcloud found herself standing at the heart of a sparkling field the following evening. The sky was a vast inky blue ocean above her head. Silverpelt shone brighter than the white and black patched molly had ever seen it before. The stars themselves appeared to dance, welcoming Swiftcloud's presence. Where was she? Last thing she remembered was curled up in the medicine den, tucked between Shadowfang and Mistyleaf. She had no recollection of going anywhere else. Could that mean she was dreaming?

Swiftcloud took a few paces forward, parting her jaws to taste the air as she glanced around. A few fox-length ahead, she caught a whiff of a group of familiar scents. They tasted of Grassclan. But there was an icy hot crispness to the collective smell too.

Swiftcloud continued onward. She padded down the steep slope of a hill, surprised to find a veil of mist settled just below. Swiftcloud hesitated for a moment, noticing a group of cats standing just before the fog. Her heartbeat suddenly picked up. She recognized those warriors. The patched she-cat suddenly found her paws moving for her, pulling her closer and closer to the patrol waiting at the bottom of the hill.

At the head of them stood a beautiful and proud fawn colored she-cat. She talked amongst her group, before turning to face the approaching warrior.

"Chicorynose-" Swiftcloud choked out, finding her voice failing her. And it wasn't by choice. It felt as though there was dandelion fluff clogging in her throat, preventing her from saying more.

The recently lost deputy was not the only cat among the crowd. Waspwing was there; Butterflytail and Ambereye too. Heatherwing, Dovekit, Cricketsong's litter, and all of the other cats Grassclan had lost in the past couple of years were also present. Even a few that Swiftcloud had met previously in a nightmare. Everyone looked well groomed and healthy, their pelts gleaming with stars. There weren't any signs of sickness or pain in any of them. They all seemed happy. Were these Starclan warriors?

There was so much Swiftcloud wanted to say at this moment. So many questions she needed to ask. But the deputy knew it was not her ancestors' will to be spoken with at this time. So instead, Swiftcloud bowed to them; a silent way of paying her respects and getting her message across, that she was grateful to them all. To have known these cats. To have brought them justice at long last.

Chicorynose stepped up to her, swiping her tail beneath her apprentice's chin. Swiftcloud lifted her head to lock eyes with her mentor--her mother figure-- one last time.

Chicorynose purred softly, touching her nose to Swiftcloud's. She smiled as she pulled away; a sad yet grateful grin.

"Thank you," she whispered, then turned. She padded back into the crowd of spirits, leading them through the misty veil and out of sight. The only thing left to prove they had been there at all, was stardust.

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zuffer-weird-girl · 5 years ago

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How u think kai will react if he raised his hand during argument&his s/o flinched thinking thst he will hit her? He didn't know but s/o was abused by her*hero*parents for being quircklss&went through inhuman experiments to activate it.They abandoned her in orphan announcing their*precious daughter*died while the truth thy didnt want her 2 bring shame 2 them.Kai discovered that latter bc those info are top hero secrets&she didnt tell him thinking kai will hate her if he found shes hero's daughter

HAHAHA, HOW WOULD KAI REACT?! KAI CHISAKI?! OVERHAUL. REACT TO THIS?!

My god; he would be enraged, completely surrounded by hatred and desire of execution of these two worms considered to be your biological parents.

Discussions between you two were normal; you are a couple, it happens; but even knowing that Kai would never lay a finger to hurt you, you couldn't help but squirm in terror and guard youself with your arms at the moment he raised his hands to only emphasize his point in the argument.

He immediately stopped talking as soon as he saw your scared look; sadly, he knew that expression way too well; and ended the argument right then and there.

Hearing your back story was enough for making his blood boil in a way it never had before but he maintained his composure for your sake.

Now, really, you only increased like, 100x more his hatred for heroes... Congrats.

"They're all sick. This hero syndrome has to be cured, look at what happens when we let those verms in the street... Absolutely disgusting."

Chisaki would become a little more affectionate after this just for ease your nerves. But when he is certain that you're at peace again...

That's when the real show begins...

The hero entered his home completely exausted due to his busy day at the agency as he took off his boots and called for his wife. When he heard no response he went in allert; knowing that she had taken a day off, she must had stayed in home.

He called once again checking every room in his big mansion. When he entered the living room he went rigid when he saw, not his wife, but a man in a green jacket holding one of his extremely expensive cups looking at the window.

Frightening and cold golden eyes; that seemed to pierce his soul; found them qs he finally spoke

"You're late." He spited the words before the hero felt something strongly hit the back of his neck, causing him to pass out immediately.

The man awakened feeling extremely sore as he heard his wife pleading for him to wake up. When he finally got back to reality, he noticed that both of them were chained tightly with their backs against each other.

"W-we were kidnapped dear...!" She whispered in fear "Use your quirk to get us out before the raptors come back, hurry!" She pleaded.

"Alright don't worry, we will be out of here in no time."

Suddenly, a bullet came out of no wear and hitted him straight on his chest, causing the woman to scream if her husband was okay.

"I wouldn't move around too much if I were in your shoes..." spoke a man covered in a plague mask and white hoodie aproaching the trembling couple, never once lowering down his gun.

The man winced in pain before trying to use his quirk to attack the shooter.

Sickes bitch

"W-what?" The man spoke in shook "W-what happened with my quirk?! What ylu did to me your fucker?!"

"Language." Spoke coldly the man before merciless shooting the woman's leg.

The female hero cried in pain letting out a few curses at the stranger.

"For two heroes, both of you are completely useless and disposable, aren't you?" A hushed voice spoke in the shadows of the cold building.

"What do you want from us, damn villain?" Struggled the man in the chains.

The young yakusa boss lifted himself from his place on the dark and slowly walked toward the frightened couple; looking at them with murderous, wide, psychotic eyes; following right after them two mans with also plague masks covering their faces.

Actually now that they notice, there was eight in total... all of them around.

"W-wait a second-!" Said the woman in realization "You're that young leader of Shie Hassaikai! That young yakusa group, his name is Overhaul!" Chisaki didn't seem to even listened the woman, opting to look down in nothing but disgust at the quivering man in front of him.

"Despicable, you and your wife are just disgusting... Not only carry in your veins the hero syndrome but also did something that I can't just let slide..."

"We didn't even once got into the yakusa young man, I swear on all of my career-!"

"Your words are simply equal to trash to me so don't even need to spend your breath." Interrupted the villain, extending his open hand at his side.

A black thing that was on the shoulder of a much taller man gave it to him what seemed like an really old newspaper. When the young leader grabbed, he immediately oppen it on one od the pages, reading out loud.

"'Today, unfortunately, we announce the loss of our beloved, quirkless yet respected only child (Y/N) ... While we were just enjoying the few but precious family moments together, a despicable villain attacked us and took her life during the combat. We, with pure grudge and thirsting for justice, have put the evil factor in behind the bars, but still it does not fill the void that our beloved deceased daughter left us ... rest and peace my sweet (Y/N), we will always have you in our hearts.'" Chisaki read all of what was written in pure rage.

"You two are quite the actors, to have to say that on a jornal." The man wearing a white hoodie spoke coldly.

"Actors?" Laughed nervously the woman "Our daughter died during a villain's fight long ago... She was quirkless, couldn't even protect herse-"

"I don't even need to use my quirk to identify your lies woman." Spoke the man on Overhaul's side "Those are beautiful words but clearly false."

"You really think we are that dUMB YOU PUNks?!" Screamed Mimic in offense.

"What will be your orders boss?" A blond with green shirt spoke in pure sadistic exciment.

Overhaul raised his hand, demanding silence with his gesture, as he messed in his jacket pocket before pulling out a small picture.

He abruptly shoved both of the old newspaper; which had the photo of the supposed deceased child; and a picture that he had took it of you.

"Don't you verms think that these two are a A BIT too similiar?!" He couldn't contain his wrath and shouted at both at them making both heroes flinch in fear.

"Abandoned by you both in a shelter just because they couldn't reach your expectations of being what you two are..." Spoke coldly Chrono aiming his gun close to the womans forehead.

Overhaul gave the paper back to Mimic and right after, saving the photo back in his pocket.

"Usually I don't like dirting my hands, but you two are a real special case..." he started to lower his gloves down.

"Wait a second, please!" Pleaded the man almost tearing up "H-How about a deal? Me and my wife can give you all of our money we earned as heroes! Think about about it!" The woman gave her husband a glare due to his offer.

Greddy woman... despicable. They didn't remind him any of you... thankfully.

"How much you're willing to gave us?" Spoke in interest Mimic.

"Anything really! Just let us go and don't mention about... her to anyone." Chisaki wanted to rip this man's head out of his body at the way your "father" mentioned you.

"Give them all of your credits cards and you passwords. Now." Demanded the quivering man at his wife who hesitantly showed where it was in her purse.

Chrono took all of them, right after giving Kai a silently sign that it was real and he got them right.

"Everyone, except Chrono and Mimic, get out of here and wait outside." Commanded Overhaul which everyman respind with an "yes sir."

Right after Nemoto closed the door, Mimic unchained the couple, but just as them got up to their feet, Kurono headlocked the woman as Chisaki punched the man with all his force, making him hit the floor.

"HON-" Chrono pressed the gun in the women's temple.

"Shut your mouth if you don't want your brain to explode it with this damn bullet."

Overhaul marched his way and grabbed the man's collar shirt staring at him what only could be described as a death glare.

"B-but our deal-!"

"Yo punk, we accepted the money but we didn't say anything about letting you go." Said Mimic checking all of the credit cards while holding a phone.

"You didn't really think I would let go that easy did you?" Groaned Chisaki "After everthing you and your project of a wife did to my angel..."

"Y-your what-" the man couldn't even complete his question when Chisaki merciless touched his forehead and overhauled him on the spot.

The woman screamed in terror. Trying to get out of her captor's hold.

"Don't worry I didn't forget about you... disgusting." Overhaul muttered as he rubbed his hand.

"MONSTER! WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!" the woman shouted not even caring about the gun glued to the side of her head anymore.

"You really are just as dumb as your husband here. I will bring him back, his punishment isn't over..." he looked at her with threatening eyes "Monster huh? Look at both of you, damn hypocrites... Listen closely." He approached the woman who trembles in fear and hate at the villain.

"For every moment of pain; physically and emotionally; for every single tear that escaped from my angel's eyes due to your actions... I will kill; torture even; you both and bring you back over and over again until I am deeply satisfied..." the woman started to sobbing in fear as she pleaded for forgiveness and beged for let them go.

"Isn't it glorius? Feeling completely vulnerable, useless and totally submissive at the power at someone else's hands? I am not the person who you should be begging for forgiveness, but I guess you let that chance slip years ago, didn't you? What a great mother..." he spoke in pure sadistic sarcasm.

In a quick move Chisaki comanded that Chrono let go of the woman, making her hit the cold ground. And just before her eyes could've had catch it, he touched her face with all of his hand and overhauled her.

"Despicable creatures..." mumbled Chisaki as he saw the mess on the ground. He made his way to your once father when Chrono called his attention holding his cellphone for Kai to see.

"It's (Y/N), she's asking how are you doing and if we will take too long to come back. What should I respond?"

"Hey Overhaul? Isn't tommorow or after the day when you meet her or something?"Asked Mimic pointed one of the many credit cards at his boss. Subconsciously giving the young villain an idea.

"Tell her is going to take a little more than we expected, my job here isn't totally complete... But tell that I have a surprise for her so just be patient." Chrono nodded as Mimic snickered.

"Getting lucky with your partner Overhaul?"

"Shut your mouth Mimic."

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after you arrive to UNDERTOWN and the rest of the demigods follow suit, you begin to wind down for the night. something inside of you feels different. there's a strength that grows that you only dimly knew was there before. you feel stronger, faster, more attuned to your senses and your own inner power. if you ever doubted that you might have divine blood in your veins before, now, more than ever, you feel it. you drift to sleep, exhausted from the events that have lead up to this point. at some point you "awake". you're not in the tent, though, or maybe you are. when you awake, you're in a place that seems familiar to you. describe this place? what does it look like, sound like, smell like?

It's dark and the air is hot and insufferably humid, heavy with the scent of freshly fallen rain and the spiced pine-like scent of wet creosote bushes. The only source of light is a flickering pink neon sign that read: Ten's Showclub. Its pink glow flickers off the wet asphalt of the parking lot and off the edges of the cars occupying its spaces. There's a few people mingling about by the club's entrance, waiting impatiently, murmuring to one another. There's a rush far behind him, the sound of traffic passing by or a river raging from the torrential rains this monsoon season had blessed them with, it was hard to tell. It could even be both, Tucson never did have the best infrastructure and it wasn't the first time the streets turned into rivers of death and destruction.

Hudson flexes his fist, wondering what had triggered this surge in power. Did it have something to do with Gideon or perhaps the sword and dagger he had found in that chest? Or was it something else? Why was he here? How was he here? He was in the underworld one moment, and now he was in the worst damn city in the southwest had to offer.

standing before the club's entrance, drenched in sweat from the humidity, you look around wondering how you got here. it feels strange to you. when you look around, things shift into focus, as if you're piecing the area back together piece by piece. then, out of the corner of your eye, you see a familiar figure. for a second, your heart stops and you move to get closer to them, move to see them. as you approach, your vision begins to clear up and you can make out the finer details of what the figure looks like. what do you see? is it a person, an animal? what do they look like and how do they make you feel?

Fear shoots through Hudson when he spots the spikes of blond hair out from the corner of his eye. He whips around, shoulders and jaw muscles tensing as it approaches. The figure is just as towering and imposing as he remembered as a child. The goatee, the square jaw, and thick eyes brows were exactly the same, but the eyes-- they were different. One was a black abyss, a whole Hudson had left when he emptied the barrel of his the man's gun at him. The other eye was no longer an eerie pale blue, but red, with gold specks at the center. Black scales were forming along his neck as he moved in closer, coming and going and once he was close enough, he could see the pink light reflecting off two tall, arching horns that framed his head. But there was no mistaking him, it was Craig. Just as he remembered him the night he killed him. The same Black Sabbath shirt, the same dirty blue jeans, the same ugly biker boots. This must be a trick by some creature in the underworld. Some kind of punishment. Letting him meet the man who abused him and his family. The man who tortured and tormented them for years. Hudson's fists clench, the fear finding a poor of anger, settling and mixing in like old friends.

the demonic visage of your old abuser takes root, standing tall before you, uninterested and undisturbed by your presence. one black eye and one red eye stare at you as if you mean nothing to him. he opens his mouth to speak and you can hear the words coming out, but they're muffled. it's as if he's in a cylinder, cut off from you, with his own words barely making it to your ears, like he's speaking under water and all you hear are the bubbles of conversation never popping to give you what you think you need to hear. then, as you strain to listen more intently, the voice becomes crystal clear. what does it sound like? does it actually belong to craig? is it male, female, or animalistic? what physical responses do you have to hearing him speak? how does it make you feel?

Hudson squints, confusion etching its way across his face as the demon attempts to speak. A shiver runs down his spine as the voice clears up. It's male, deep and unearthly. It feels ancient and powerful, like something that belongs to creatures that lurked in mausoleums or ancient temples. The sound reverberates inside his head, feeling as if it is everywhere and nowhere at once, inescapable and ever present, demanding of respect and obedience, a sound that has Hudson seizing in place. It is not Craig's voice. A mistake, for if it wanted to render Hudson to his knees, he shouldn't have gone for someone who inspired so much wrath and defiance in the demigod. "Who the fuck are you," HUDSON snarls, hands reaching back for his swords.

there's a snarl of a smile that slices along the demonic visage's face. craig licks his lips and watches the hostility that brews in your veins. "am i answering the question or you going to attempt to kill me?" the voice booms with power. you hear it in your mind as well as in your ears, seeping into your bones, down to the marrow. "because we can do either or both if you wish, son of fear."

As if he couldn't get any creepier or more deserving of a few punches and stab wounds, he went and did that thing with his tongue. "Keep wearing that ugly mug and acting like a little shit, I might just go with the latter." Hudson pulls out his swords, just in case the creature does anything funny. Given his last encounter, the way it went, and the disheartening way his fellow demigods had reacted towards him in the end, the son of Demios was less inclined to be as trusting as he typically was. "What are you, who are you and why are you wearing that asshole's face?"

craig laughs, it's a broken, discordant sound that echoes and echoes until they both sit in silence. both mixmatched eyes stare at you as he stands there, arms folded defiantly over his chest, not scared of you.

"i'm an echo of your father's power, dormant until now." craig waves a hand to his face, gesturing toward it. "you tell me, kid. you're the one who sees me like this. it's your mind, not mine." another laugh and he shifts, the scales on his neck shimmer like obsidian, as if they're growing before they rest again.

The laughter causes shivers to run up and down his spine, settling into his chest like a battery of violent panic waiting to be expelled. There's confusion at first. Father? Craig may have been his step-father, legally, but he was never a father to him. And then, he realizes, the creature meant Deimos. Understanding dawns on the demigod's face, then pain. Craig was the first real monster he ever encountered. He was the monster. The one that still occasionally plagued him in his dreams, the reason why he was so broken and useless, a creature so foul that even in death he still manages to hurt him and his family, still haunting them, striking them when they least expect it. His abilities made him feel monstrous. They made him feel like Craig. It made sense, why this thing before him would appear as his abuser if he was his father's power. An echo of it or not. "He was a monster," Hudson murmurs, lowering his weapons. "Sometimes, when I use my abilities, people look at me the way my family and I looked at him."

there's a flicker of amusement on craig's face as he licks his lips, tongue trailing over sharp teeth. "people view fear as a monster." he says to you, standing as still as stone as he watches realization dawn on you.

"are you a monster, son of deimos? or are you something more?" he asks you, head lilting to the side as one of his eyes—the red and gold flecked one—illuminates as if to see if you're lying to him or yourself.

Shoulders square up, jaw tensing at the question. There's an urge to run the moment that eye is on him, but Hudson manages to squash it, taking a step back. "I'm a monster," Hudson admits, shame creeping its way into him. "What else would you call someone who enjoys terrifying others?" He knew what fear did to people, how it could ruin them, how it can break them and yet at times he found himself relishing in their fright. And it wasn't just with people who deserved it, but with others, ones who obviously didn't, like Dane and Yves. And while it wasn't something he did often, the mere fact that he could do it and that he's had to fight against his instincts to keep himself from doing was proof enough that there was something terrible inside of him.

"But, I want to be something more," he admits, his gaze meeting the creature's. "My da-- uh, Floyd, my step-dad, he says that sometimes what the world needs is a monster." The bar door swings open, and people begin to stumble out, a small group lingering by a car near the entrance, as if they were waiting for something. Hudson's eyes flicker over to them, briefly, only long enough to settle on a tattoo of a swastika on one of the man's arms. "Like, Stalin." He says, straightening up. "He's been dead for seventy somethin years but, he still scares the shit out of people." Hudson smiles, a memory of Floyd educating him on the Soviet leader coming to surface. "He was a hero, but westerners think he's a monster, especially his enemies. But his people? His people love him. Because he was their protector, their leader--- their champion. He made life better for them and he kept the real monsters away."

craig shifts in the streetlights, in the gleaming neon sign of the bar. the scales almost glimmer with the light before the smile is back on his face, a hum that sounds like a sleeping dragon slowly parting his lips, breaking through the cage of his teeth.

"but do you think you have it in you to be that monster? to be that hero they need? what if being the monster causes you to lose the ones you love?" it's a bombardment of questions, one after the other, eyes never leaving yours. "because you may enjoy the fear, that hunger for it, but afterward, are you okay with yourself?"

"Yes," Hudson thinks to the Neo-nazis nearby, the way he nearly killed a few of them. He told himself, the cops, and the club owner that it was because they were waiting outside to harass a dancer, but he knew, he just wanted to ruin a few lives that night and he took gleeful delight in doing just that to other monsters. "Besides, I don't have a choice. I have to." He pauses, thumbing the hilt of his shortswords. "I feel... useless in battle. Most of the time, I feel like I'm not even needed." He had to figure his place on the battlefield, but how was he supposed to do that when he couldn't be himself in his entirety. "I... I have to accept myself, even if I don't like what I might become."

He stares at the face of the man he blames for Denver's death, the person who actually killed her through the pain he caused. He supposed, he had to be like him in a way. He had to stop trying so hard to get people to like him, to be what others hoped and expected of him. "I've already lost someone because I couldn't become one fast enough... as a kid." His eyes fall to the ground. "If I don't do it now, then I'm gonna lose the rest of them." His eyes snap to the neo-nazis, frowning as the puffed away at their cigarettes. "I have to be okay with myself, because if I don't..." A breath. "I know I'll feel even worse if someone dies all because I didn't like how it made me feel in the end."

craig looks at you and notices how your attention constantly flickers away from him to the passersby of the club, to the men that you've already dealt with. he shakes a finger, wagging it from side to side.

"this is not your past, kid. we're not here to relive it." the scene shifts, the club is still there, the bright neon sign still buzzes over head, still flashes every now and then like it might go out. but the streets are empty, the line is gone, there is no one around but the two of you. "all this talk about being okay with becoming a monster, with needing to be one to save people, feeling useless." he steps around you and you can still feel his gaze lingering on you, a heavy stare that burns you to your marrow. "so what if you are? what if that's all you'll ever be." he stands behind you, whispers into your ear. "if you want to be a monster all you have to do is let it out." a breath, a pause. "so do it."

Useless is all he has ever been. He could never protect his mother and sisters from Craig, instead of saving them, he condemned them to a life of suffering, pain and abuse far apart from each other. Making friends was always hard as foster kid, but even harder when you're placed in a community of solely whites who despised you simply because of your skin color and your culture was different than theirs. And when other children of color finally began to attend the same school, he failed to protect them from bullying. There was nothing worse than having hope that you wouldn't be alone anymore only to come to school one day and find that your new friend had transferred out all because you couldn't do enough to protect them from the bullies.

A wave of goosebumps course over him as it stops and whispers, drawing a silent snarl out of the demigod. The voices in the back of his mind grow in a panicked frenzy, bickering with one another as to what he ought to do. Fight him. Run away. Kill him. Hide. Black wisps begin to circle them, threatening to drown them both in a bubble of darkness. A sharp ringing in his hear drowns them out, the same ringing he heard night he shot Craig. He could remember the rush he felt pulling the trigger, emptying the clip of the gun to the man. He felt powerful, in control, and above all else, he felt relief. This darkness inside of him wasn't something he inherited from Deimos, it was from Craig, and it has twisted and tainted every part of him and morphed him into something ugly-- a reflection of his abuser. All of his life he's been fighting so hard to prove to himself that he wasn't like him, but he was tired, so tired of constantly monitoring himself.

Maybe he should let it out. It felt good killing Craig. It felt good stabbing those bullies. It felt fantastic beating neo-nazi's to a pulp. It was useful in juvie, and in prison. But was violence and fear the solution to everything? Was it what all of them really needed? The kids, it wasn't their fault they were that way. Maybe it wasn't any of their faults, but... the kids, at least, they could have been saved. Bullying and racism were learned behaviors. They were young enough to be saved the state had investigated and done their jobs right. The gods deemed Lamia a monster, and he helped her free herself from their prison. Could he do that again if he simply let the darkness take over? The darkness had a way of twisting thoughts, would it even cross his mind if it were to happen again? Could a monster save a monster? "Don't tell me what to fuckin' do!" Hudson hisses, whipping around to strike at the false Craig with both shortswords. "That face doesn't get to bark orders at me anymore."

CRAIG begins to snicker viciously in your ear, almost like he can read your thoughts. each wicked thought that flutters through your mind is something that he almost relishes in, wants to provoke.

"i'm not telling you to do anything. think of it as a forceful suggestion." as you whirl around, shortswords in hand to slash at him, the demonic cisage of your childhood abuser isn't there. there's nothing there except a fading form that looks like one of the many people you've let down. "boo." craig's voice whispers again, omnipresent and consuming, as a large claw pushes forth from the shadows that flicker around you. he misses, the dark talon like fingers whizzing passed your bicep as he laughs maniacally. "you never did listen. you always do what you want." he shakes his head, one bottomless eye focusing on you intently. "why do you think you're always alone in the end? what is it about you that makes people so afraid to get close?"

A forceful suggestion. If he wasn't wearing the face of an asshole, Hudson might have found that funny. The ghostly vision of Denver causes Hudson to stall, his heart stammering against the his chest. How?! Denver! Where did he go? A memory? It's a trick! Look around, you idiot! A ghost? No, it's not her--- Pay attention! Behind you. Turn around! He's behind you! Focus! Watch out! Never have the voices ever banded together in such a way, their panic and urgency to turn causes Hudson to actually listen for once and spin around-- barely dodging the attack. The dark wisps of his paranoia swarm around him to fully form the dark bubble of he typically loathed to use. His pulse quieting, letting his paranoia blanket him in the security of his darkness, feeling shielded from that terrible gaze. There have been so many hours--- possibly years worth--- of time the demigod had waste trying to figure that out. Why was did he always end up alone, why were people so afraid. It was racism. It was because he was so fucking tall. It was because people could sense he was damaged, mentally unwell and beyond repair. Or they could sense he was a killer-- that he was prone to violence. It was because he was too emotional, too trusting, too volatile. Then he found Olympus and he thought he finally figured it out--- he'd be unconsciously using his abilities and his lack of control cause all the fear. When Gideon never came home, he thought maybe he's cursed. But now? Maybe he wasn't meant to be with anyone. Maybe some creatures are meant to be alone. It would make sense, now that he thought about it, if that were the case. Monsters like Craig can't help but inflict terror and pain on those around him. Consumed by emotions, unable to control himself. It sounded an awful lot like himself. Maybe the universe was doing him a kindness, keeping him from fully realizing his worst nightmare. "How would I fuckin' know?" Hudson snarls, attempting to aim another strike at the demon again.

the fear that settles inside of you is enough to satiate the hunger that this creature seems to crave. the dark scales around his neck almost glisten, shimmering different shades of red to black as the dark wisps of energy pulse from you in waves. the pain rockets through him, pushing out an unhinged laugh that echoes in your mind like a gong.

he side steps the swing of your sword easily and makes his own attack again. the dark claws pulse as they scratch against your neck, a thin line that instantly starts to trickle blood.

with that cut, it's as if other things begin to pour forth. you see the way GIDEON used to look at you, how he held your hands and told you that you're not a monster, how he sat with you when you were falling apart when you would think about what these abilities of yours did to your friends, how he promised that he would never look at you like a monster. you see your sister's who looked at you the same way. you see the friends you've slowly begun to make looking at you like perhaps there's something wrong, but maybe they know they can trust you if the time called for it. you see yourself, somehow, standing where CRAIG once stood, claws of darkness dripping with your own blood before CRAIG'S face is staring at you again. maybe CRAIG isn't the thing you fear the most. maybe you've been fearing yourself all this time.

This wasn't working, it was clearly getting off on this. Which only served to infuriate and frustrate Hudson even more. He had to think of something else, of some way else to beat him. That feeling of uselessness creeping up on him again. At least, this time, he was alone. No one to protect, no one to disappoint but himself.

The burn of its claws against his neck draws a frown from Hudson, and for a moment he half expects the attack to come with bone deep excruciating pain but the sight of his loved ones and allies is so much worse. He wants so badly to be better for them, so badly to be what they expect him to be. But with it comes hesitation, comes uncertainty, a constant need of approval.

The sight of himself in Craig's place was unsurprising. It's how he felt he appeared after taking Credence out in the games, and after killing those goblins. He was a nightmare to them. He could feel the wave of fear shifting from to a fear of him. The guilt that came after was heavy. Why did they have to look at him like that? To feel like that? He was nothing like Stalin, a mere mortal who inspired such hope in his people and fear in his enemies, one would think he wasn't human in some way. The first time his allies looked at him in terror, Hudson knew, there was no chance he could do both.

Hudson knew what he could become. He's heard it over and over again. The abused grow up to become the abusers.

Of course he's been fearing himself.

He's caught himself in moments empathizing with his abuser. How could he not fear himself? "Is that all you've got?" Hudson snarls, trying to recompose himself. "You just gonna scratch me and make me feel bad?" He wipes away at the blood on his neck with a forearm, then lets a wave of dread pour out of him towards the creature. "I've fucked people who've done a better job at that than you-- you know, as a fun sexy time game." Well, maybe not so fun.

"tsk, tsk, tsk." CRAIG'S face is in rfont of yours now and his body grows even larger. the room area of outside of the club begins to shift once more, as if pieces of a mirror are breaking away, piece by piece the road is gone and the club is gone and the two of you are standing some place new, some place else.

where is this place? what does it look like? does it bring good or bad memories to you?

the energy shoves off you and slams against CRAIG and he winces a little at the contact but it doesn't grab hold of him. he smirks, licking his lips and you notice his tongue is forked—a truly demonic visage.

the visage of your guardian laughs, head throwing back as waves of darkness begin to form around him into sharp blades. they lash out and latch onto the sides of your face, digging into your temples before his eyes close and he attempts to latch a third one onto you. he misses, but two is enough.

there's a quiet pulse of something that silences everything around you and your eyes blow wide. "tell me what would kill you to lose. tell me what you fear the most."

he looms over your and locks eyes with you, but you shrug the feeling off, the sense of dread that can be all consuming and paralyzing, the same feeling you've felt before, over and over again and again.

Despite the creature having stated they were in his mind, and having managed to clear out the entire parking lot with little effort, Hudson hadn't quite believed it until now. The parking lot and club shatter away, and in its place was a gaudy pink and maroon dining room with teal accents obscured by the mountain of Beanie Babies and Furbies lining the walls and china cabinets. Hudson could recognize this hellscape anywhere. He may have no been invited to many homes as a child, but he was absolutely certain no one other than Mr. and Mrs. Young own so many terrible toys.

Hudson's gaze, however, wasn't trained on the ugly piles of cheap 90s obsessions. It was focused solely on the twelve unconscious familiar faces bound to the Chippendale dining chairs surrounding the table. The demigod doesn't have time to react to the change, the creature's attacks piercing him and pulling a scream out him. For a moment, he thinks about getting away, so that the table was between himself and false-Craig but then the people he loved would be in danger, the very danger he wanted to shield them from. "Fuck you," Hudson bites out, desperately trying not to look towards the faces of his sisters, his mom, of Floyd, or Gideon or Lamia and the kids.

This was a nightmare. One that plagued him almost nightly now. A terrible mish mash of memories thrown together, mutated and merged into something far more horrifying than reality, all of it combined with his fear of things to come. Hopefully, this thing was as needy to be the center of his enemy's attention as he was. He was certain he wouldn't able to fight off all three monsters. Was he feeding the creature with his abilities? The bubble of darkness drops, and Hudson hopes, that maybe just maybe this thing has fears of it own. Black pulses through his veins and into his swords and he takes another swing at the creature. "I'm not going to lose anyone else! I'm not going to let things like you, or any other supernatural thing take them from!" He was going to keep what he had left, even if it meant dying for it.

with a wave of his hand, the weapons in your hands disintegrate, falling away like ash. the scene changes again and this time, you're back in your room on olympus. it's just as messy as you've left it, piles of guns in the corner, piles of things on the bed, a spot on the floor where you curl up to sleep. some of gideon's clothes that you've been using as a pillow still liter the floor.

"i think i've begun to understand you, but i don't think you quite understand yourself." the red eye lined with gold and the abyssal black eye focus on you, the scales seem to move, growing with each breath and falling away with the exhales.

"you wish to be a shield for the monster's of the world at the expense of turning into one yourself." craig shifts and he's behind you once more, you can feel his presence and it changes. there's not necessarily fear but an understanding, a sense of protection that fills you.

"i am not your enemy, hudson boyd, son of deimos. i am an echo of his power that lives within you, taking the shape of what you will me to be." craig sighs, "but i believe there is things you need more than fighting me, because fighting me is fighting yourself and i do not think you can win."

Eyes widen as the weapons vanish before him, his heart plummeting as his room comes into focus. This whole time in the Underworld, he's been rushing to get home, to run out and find Gideon. But now that he was back, even if it was only in his mind, it hurt to be home. It felt wrong, emptier, and so much darker knowing that Gideon wasn't here-- in this realm. He for one of the discarded shirts, holding it carefully as if it too could disintegrate like his swords had. He rubs the fabric between his fingers, shutting his eyes as he presses it against his face, breathing it in.

Hudson watches the creature out from the corner of his eyes, frowning at this words. No, he supposed he didn't. He's been trying so hard to be accepted by others, to be seen as worthy of love and affection to the point of changing himself that he may have lost himself in the process. His shoulders relax as the aura around the demon changes. "What things?" He asks, shutting his eyes and trying as instructed, willing the echo to change into Gideon. He knew nothing good would come of it, but he missed him so much it hurt to breath, all he wanted was to see him again.

does the voice change to gideon's as well?

yes.

as you turn you're met with a familiar sight and it makes your heart hurt just a little. gideon's mahagony eyes stare at you as he watches you inhale the scent of him, watches memories pass through.

but you know, on some level, that this isn't gideon. even if it looks and sounds like him.

"you need to understand that you aren't a monster and that wanting to do whatever it takes to defend those you love doesn't make you one." gideon pauses, shifting in the light of the room. "it makes you relentless, unyielding, but not a monster." he walks closer to you, picking up idle pieces of clothes and folding them, placing them somewhere neater—something gideon would do when you were sleeping or lounging about in your room.

"embrace the darkness but don't let it consume you to the point it changes who you are. you're more than fear, hudson. you're more than darkness."

gideon moves and rests a hand on your cheek and it's almost like you feel the familiar warmth of his palm.

"it will be hard to do, but will you try? let the darkness in, let it out, but know when to pull back. you are not the monster's that you've faced before. break the wheel, break the cycle."

Hudson's mouth goes dry at the sight. For a moment, he finds himself questioning his sanity, if any of this was real or if he was simply having another breakdown. He watches and listens to Gideon, his sight blurring as tears begin to well up. It's not him, he knows this, but he feels and sounds so real. His face screws up, unable to hold back the waterworks any longer, and reaches out for the man, arms wrapping around him, clinging to him as if that would keep him there, as if it would bring him back. He lets out a sob, but nods at his guardian's request. "Y-yes, I can try," he chokes out, arms tightening around the muscular body.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." His body quakes with another sob, an overwhelming guilt weighing down on him. The apologies aren't toward his guardian, rather to the image of Gideon--- as if speaking to him could some how find its way back to the actual demigod. "I should have been there with you." No one deserved to die alone, without the company of a loved one near by to ease them into the afterlife. "You deserved better."

the guardian is still when your arms wrap around him but, slowly, he wraps them around you in an embrace and holds you while you fall to pieces. the sobs rattle your body and wet the front of his shirt—the same one you were smelling only moments before—but there's no real wetness to it.

he pulls you away from him as you finish and looks at you in your eyes.

"with my help, if you accept it, you will never have to apologize again."

he wipes wayward tears from your eyes with the pad of his thumb.

"are you ready to accept your birth right, son of deimos?"

It hurts, but Hudson nods. "Yes," he straightens himself out, sniffing back snot as tries to stand tall. "I am." A brief pause, and then shyly, just above a whisper, he says "thank you." For letting him get that out, for accepting it, and him.

"we'll see each other again." gideon says and turns to walk out of the room.

you wake up back in the makeshift camp that the demigods have made in the underworld and you can feel your face stained by warm, wet tears. he wipe them away quickly as you lay down, looking up at the tent you've acquired.

it takes you a while, but you go back to sleep with a buzzing under your skin. you find that you don't have a nightmare for the first time since you can remember. there's a shard of something else, though that blooms in your chest.

there's fear. but there's something else there, too. something fear can't live without.

hope.

when you wake up, you feel more rested than you have since before you can remember. but more importantly, you feel strong.

in more ways than one.

end.

#hb #path #was gonna put something more serious as a graphic but #i decided it needed some cute to balance out the sad

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Hylia’s First - Part 1 out of 3

FINALLY SOMETHING OF ORIGINAL CONTENT! Lo siento to every follower I have that waited for me to post a fic again... But anyways, school’s almost done, just gimme like three weeks and then I’ll start on more wips of mine and Get STUFF DONE. And I really didn’t know how to end this so, if it seems kinda unorganized or confusing at the end then sorry. Yeah, so credit to @linkeduniverse, @jojo56830, and Nintendo. Constructive criticism is accepted. Peace out my dudes.

Warning(s)?: violence, fighting, some blood, the usual

“So you think that by communicating to the spirits here, they might tell you why the timelines are getting mixed up.” the question of how they all got together in the first place has been hanging over the heroes’ heads ever since they meet. Now nearly two months into their unexpected journey, they still had no idea of what was happening, except for the fact that a specific shadow was involved in all of this.

“Possibly, yes. That is the ideal outcome.” the hero of the sky had been answering, or at least attempting to answer the many questions of the group’s youngest for the past hour. He led the way through the giant temple of which they were in, once dedicated to Hylia long before his time, but now abandoned and left to rust away. Earlier in his adventure to save his friend, he had traveled here and faced an ancient automaton revived by a rather stubborn demon. Yet despite the fact that he had cleansed the cistern from evil forces, he couldn’t help but feel as if something bad was going to happen.

“And what if you don’t get the answer we’re looking for?” he could only keep up his patience for so long until the twelfth question.

“Then we’ll try again at another place.” With the help of the unnaturally strong twilight hero, they opened the giant metal doors to the inner cistern, where the other heroes gawked at the ancient murals surrounding the walls and the pillars encrusted with gold. Sky himself was surprised, being that there was no remains of an automaton nor were there demolished pillars and cracked walls. But there was still a matter of business to be dealt with, and the sooner the done the better.

Sky took off his scabbard, Master Sword included, and handed it to Wild. “If anything happens, don’t bother knocking.” the blue-clad knight nodded silently and slung it over his soldier with his other sword. Sky stepped back to address the entire group, “Stay here while I pray to the spirits of the land at the altar on the other side of that door,” he said while gesturing towards a door opposite from where they walked in.

Sky made his way to the room where the eternal flames of Farore resided, but before he knelt down at the altar of the goddess of courage, he casted a small and unnoticeable containment spell he learned from Impa on the door. Not that he didn’t trust his friends, no he would lay down his life for them any day, but the feeling of uneasiness had been plaguing him since they’ve stepped foot in the old temple.

Separated from their friend, the remaining heroes begun to pile their equipment and belongings in a pile off to the side when suddenly a voice echoed throughout the cistern.

“My my my, it has been quite a while since we’ve last met, knight of Hylia.”

The sounds of swords being drawn echoed in the room as the heroes stood back to back looking for the unknown speaker.

The hero adorned with the blue scarf spoke out first, “Who-”

“Ah but something's… different. How irritating, none of you seem to be the person I was looking for.” the warriors casted wary glances at each other, and then at the doors of which their disappeared through.

Annoyed that he had been interrupted, Captain questioned the mysterious speaker again, “Just who do you think you are?”

From the direction of which the heroes entered from, a figure walked out of the shadows and in front of the warriors.

“Oh my, it appears that I have forgotten my manners! My name is Ghirahim, or Lord Ghirahim is you wish to be generous.” Each of the heroes had seen many strange monsters and foes, this one was no exception. Short white cropped hair framed a sullen and ashen colored face. Like most demons, his eyes were black with a slight hint of insanity. He wore a bright red cloak and to the fashionista of the group’s despair, a nearly skin tight bodysuit underneath.

“Hmm, you all painfully remind me of someone I once knew. Perhaps you would know him as well. No that can’t be right, it’s been nearly a millennium-”

“Why are you here?” at this point the hero of time had become fed up with this mysterious intruder and their unknown intentions.

“Impatient are we? And here I was just scolding myself for my poor introduction. Anyhow, I came to this rather dreary place because-” the strange man froze as his gaze set upon a sword handled by the hero with various burns and scars.

“Is there a problem demon?”

“That sword…”

“What about it?”

“That… how….” the demon shook himself out of his shock, and a small chuckle escaped his mouth. “Heh, so you’re his descendants then. That damned mortal… of course his descendants would carry his sword. Question is though, where is he now?”

The youngest of the group raised his sword at the demon with a wary look, “Answer our questions first Lord Ghira-er whatever your name was.”

Sighing audibly enough to get some of the more impatient warriors annoyed with him, the demon absently brushed off dust from his cloak, “As much as I would love to stay and chat I’m afraid that I am on a busy schedule. So if you value your lives, I’d suggest moving out of the way.”

The hero of time stepped forward and glared down the newcomer, “I don’t know why you’re here, but we can’t let you past these doors. Resist all you want, we’re not backing down.” the rest of the heroes started to spread out, their shields up and weapons ready. The demon however, didn’t move from his spot as a bored expression became apparent.

“Persistent eh? Just like him… Very well then!” he snapped his fingers and a slightly curved sword appeared out of a flash of diamonds. His face of boredom turned into an ear-to-ear grin, as his flung his coat aside.

“Fine, if you wish to be so stubborn, then let it be known that it was your undoing!”

If the heroes had known beforehand what facing off with this demon had meant, then they would have considered sheathing a sword or two and instead try to talk of reason or even surrendering.

The hero of time continued to face off against the demon, the two silently glaring each other down while the rest surrounded the mysterious foe.

Then suddenly without any warning, the demon lord dashed at the hero of time, sword tucked in and ready to slash. But years of sparring with the Sheikah trained queen had sharpened his senses more than the average soldier. He waited until the very last second, and then jumped out of harm’s way. Yet when he swung his claymore it sliced through the air, and no trace of the demon was present, except for a couple of floating diamonds.

He turned around just in time to parry what could have been a lethal hit if he had not been fast enough. Time narrowed his eyes and moved into a defense position, realizes the potential dangers of letting his guard down even once.

The observed the battle from afar, raising their shields after seeing the dirty move this foe had just done against their leader. But when Time took another swing at Ghirahim, the demon disappeared into diamonds and reappeared behind the hero of twilight, who just barely managed to avoid a deadly sabre piercing his chest. The two went into a series of back and fourth swipes and thrusts, until another hero joined in to take Twilight’s place. And so this strategy went on, the warriors consistently switching in and out, hoping to tire out the demon.

But their plan wasn’t working. Ghirahim had not broken a sweat, and nearly every hero was on the verge of exhaustion. The demon lord could see this, yet he was starting to get frustrated over how long it was taking him to achieve his mission.

With a quick snap of his fingers, an energy wave threw back the warriors of various times. And while they slowly recovered, still tired from fighting him, Ghirahim leaned against a pillar and inspected his sword. “You know, I don’t think that I’ve ever had a fight for that long without drawing blood. But your efforts at stopping the inevitable bore me.”

Hearing the hint of malice in his voice, the hero of warriors stood ready to fight him, already expecting a change in the demon’s tactics. Thankfully he wasn’t as tired as his younger comrades, he had spent enough time fighting entire hoards at once to know how to conserve his energy.

The demon noticed the hero with the blue scarf stand to face him, a pitiful effort if may say so himself. But this mortal would only cause him problems if he left him unscratched. “Well someone has to teach them a lesson of who they’re dealing with..” he thought bitterly.

Warriors wasted no time bringing his shield at the ready once his foe disappeared into a cloud of diamonds. A glimpse of movement came from his right, but he was a second too slow to block the sword. Pain flared from lower chest, right below his rib cage. He staggered back, hardly processing the advancing demon or the battle cries of his friends. If he had the conscious to do so, he would have seen the dagger floating next to the demon. He would have brought up his shield, or move out of the way. But through the haze of pain and the stench of blood, a new wave of pain coursed through his body. He looked down with half-closed eyes, trying to comprehend the dagger burrowed into his shoulder, blood oozing out of the wound.

Time’s throat was coarse from yelling out to his friend, telling him to get up, to move, to do anything besides his current condition. But he was in no shape to take the demon out from behind, a swift and powerful kick to his legs had rendered one of them completely numb and for now useless. So there he was, kneeling on one knee, using his sword to stay off the ground, and unable to do anything to stop the dagger piercing his comrade’s shoulder. Pathetic.

“Got something to say hero?” Time look up with a seething glare at the demon. Oh how he wanted to send that merciless fiend to a realm of pain and agony.

Ghirahim took no notice of the mortal’s anger, he looked around at the scene before him. Many of the heroes unconscious from exhaustion and his wave of dark energy, some trying to force the fallen to drink a potion. But as much he had enjoying these moments, there was still someone missing that he needed to find. He looked down again to what he presumed to be their leader.

“You know, if you would have just surrendered when I first asked you to, you wouldn’t be short on half of your soldiers.” the warrior’s head bowed in shame and defeat, a sign of an easy victory. He raised his sword high, paying no heed to the cries for mercy from the others. After all, what kind of demon would he be to let his foes live another pitiful day? He was just about to bring his sword down when he heard the voice of the person he had been searching for.

“That’s enough Ghirahim.”

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pinkevilbobdoesthings · 5 years ago

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It was @dorcasdeadowes birthday yesterday! WOO! She asked for something cute and creepy, so monsters! I'm super tired.

The title comes from Born with a Tail by the Supersuckers. Here’s “Born with a Tail”.

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It was supposed to be a quick stop. Caleb and Nott would sneak into the village, may do a con or two, buy or perhaps steal some supplies, and then get out before anyone paid too close attention to them. Something they'd done together many times before, so they thought that this time would be the same. But they were noticed, but instead of getting arrested by guards or chased out with pitchforks, they were welcomed into the bar and given free drinks and a free meal, something neither of them could turn down.

An obvious trap now that Caleb was looking back. The drinks or the food or maybe both were drugged. Nott passed out first, and Caleb soon followed her hearing something about a sacrifice as he lost consciousness.

When Caleb came to, he was gagged and tied to a pole in the middle of a clearing under a moonlit sky. He still had his coat and all his components, but with his hand tied up high and behind him, they were useless. Caleb struggled against the rope that bound him, but it was no use as the rope was too tight for him to escape. All Caleb could do was hope that Nott was someplace safe.

Loud humming filled the air. It almost sounded like the song the bard was playing in the tavern, but like the person humming it hadn't heard it in a long time and had forgotten how it went. Something entered the clearing and Caleb's blood froze. A demon of some sort stood there looking about. Even from a distance Caleb could tell that it was huge, easily bigger than even Eodwulf. Horns like those of a ram curled out of the sides of its head, framed by messy, curly hair. It stood on two legs that ended in great furred hooves, and a tail lashed about behind it. Caleb prayed to every god he could think of that it wouldn't notice him, but it made eye contact with him and he knew it was too late. With a blood curdling laugh, it skipped towards Caleb. Caleb paused. Skipped? Since when did demons skip?

The demon nearly skidded to a stop once it reached him. No, not it, she. Up close Caleb could see that the demon was very much female and wore a faded old dress. Barbs stuck out of her shoulders and lined her tail. "Oh, what are you doing out here?" Her voice was much lighter and kinder than Caleb had expected, but he couldn't help but notice the fangs that flashed behind her blue lips.

Caleb tried to plead for mercy, but the gag distorted all his words.

"Oh, here." She went behind him filling Caleb with dread, but then he could feel the rope loosen around his wrists. He could also feel the light scratch of her claws. "Do do do do do," she sang softly. "And there you go all free!"

Caleb pulled his hands away quickly and tried to run, but his feet were still tied to the pole and instead he pitched forward.

"Uh oh." The demon caught him easily. She was soft, warm, and smelled of cinnamon. Everything that Caleb was told that demons weren't. "Careful. Sorry, I missed that one. Here." Shifting Caleb so he was propped up against her shoulder, she untied his feet. Her barbs pressed into his stomach, but they weren't sharp, only hard.

Pulling out his gag, Caleb took in a deep breath. "Are you going to eat me? I must warn you, I won't taste good and I'll be very stringy."

The demon stared at him. "Why the f#%* would I eat you?"

"You're not the kind of demon that eats people?" Caleb asked. She shook her head with disgust. "You're the kind of demon that seduces men." It all made sense. Well, not all of it. He had to admit that the demon was very cute, but Caleb wouldn't describe her as sensual or as someone that would drive men to distraction.

"I'm not a demon!" she shouted crossly.

The air around Caleb grew cold and he could see ice crystals forming on his coat. "What are you then?"

"I'm just me," she said with a shrug. "I’m Jester.” There was sweetness to her voice.

“My name is Caleb Widogast,” he said. Maybe he shouldn’t give his name to a demon or rather a not-demon, but it wasn’t his real name. And perhaps part of him trusted her to not hurt him.

Jester smiled at him. “Wait, why were you tied up here? You're not a terrible criminal guilty of a thousand sins, are you?"

Caleb had to think on that. He was a terrible person, but he hadn't done anything to deserve being tied up in this town. Other towns yes, but not here. "They said something about a sacrifice."

"A sacrifice?" Jester frowned. "That's weird. There's nothing here except for like the village and some bears and bunnies here."

"I think the sacrifice was meant for you," Caleb said inching away from her. He wouldn't be able to take Jester on in a fight, but he thought he'd might be able to get away from her.

Jester stared at him confused. "But why would they leave me a sacrifice? You'd only do that for like evil things that won't leave you alone otherwise." Comprehension slowly dawned on her face. "Why would they think I'm evil?! I thought I was doing a good job fitting in. I did a bunch of funny pranks, and they'd given me a pet lamb and goat too. The village left them tied up by this pole."

Caleb was tempted to bite his tongue, but instead spoke up. "Those were probably intended as sacrifices too."

The not-demon sunk down to the ground the picture of despair. Caleb felt bad for Jester despite his better judgement. “But why?” Tears were welling up in her eyes.

“Because, people fear monsters, but they are also bad at recognizing them.” Most people didn’t realize that the worst monster around them was Caleb.

“I’m not a monster,” Jester the not-demon said wiping at her eyes. “I thought I could belong here.”

Caleb sighed. There was something incredible human about her. “Given that they drugged random passersby to sacrifice them to a whatever you are, you’re probably without them.” He stiffened. “Nott!”

“Not what?” Jester asked.

“My friend Nott. She was with me when they drugged me. I need to go find her. Who knows what they’ve done to her.” Caleb craned his head looking around. He had no idea where he was or where the village could possibly be.

A loud screaming came from the east. “CAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEBBBBBB!” Relief filled him.

“Nott!” Caleb headed towards the sounds of his friends screams.

Nott crashed out of the forest and into Caleb's arms. "CALEB! They were going to sacrifice you to a terrible demon that was plaguing their town! The villagers tried to lock me up in a jail cell, but I got out. It's going to be okay now ‘cause I'm here to rescue you!"

Caleb grinned down at her still holding the little goblin in his arms. "You certainly are."

"Your friend's a goblin," Jester gasped.

Nott sunk down trying to hide in Caleb's arms. "It's not illegal or anything."

"She's a good person. There's nothing to fear in Nott," Caleb said. "I don't know if I can say the same about you."

"I keep telling you, I'm not a demon," the not-demon said her whipping about in frustration.

Nott looked up at Jester and squeaked in fear. "Caleb! It's the demon!"

"She's not a demon," he said as Jester huffed with frustration behind him. Caleb wasn't sure that he entirely believed that. Jester obviously did, but Jester could easily be in denial. But Caleb did believe that she wasn't dangerous. "And she's not going to eat me." Nott eyed Jester a bit more. "Or you."

"I just wanted some pastries. I left note here and everything asking for some. I don't see how they could've gotten human sacrifice out of donuts," Jester said.

Nott frowned. "I might've seen it when I broke out. What did you write? Can you write it out for me?"

Jester started write in the dirt with a claw. "Here."

Caleb could barely read it thanks to the bright moon. "That's infernal. I can't read it."

"It says 'Thank you for the super cute goat and lamb. I'm naming them Sprinkle and Nugget. Please leave some donuts next time'," Jester said.

"Most people in the middle of nowhere can't read infernal," Caleb pointed out. "Actually most people can't read it in general."

Jester pouted and sunk down. "I know that now. Common isn't that common of a language."

"Ja, that's what I keep saying," Caleb said.

Jester smiled at him and his heart fluttered despite the fangs. "Thanks." Her smile then faded. "I just thought I found a home here."

"Homes are very overrated," Nott said, "Me and Caleb travel all over the place. You could join us. It’s a lot more fun."

Caleb stared at Nott. "Are you sure?"

"Imagine all the cons we could pull with her," Nott whispered in Caleb's ear. "Besides, you've been lonely and could use a little friend."

Caleb’s face turned red, and anyways, little was the last word that Caleb would use to describe Jester. She was easily close to seven feet tall and at least twice as wide as Caleb. But there was something about the sad look on her face. "Ja, you're right. Do you want to join us, Jester?" he asked cautiously.

Jester's violet eyes widened. "Do you mean it?"

"Ja, it's safer in a group anyways." Though Caleb wasn't certain that it would actually be safer or if they’d just draw more attention to themselves by traveling with a not-demon.

Jester swept him and Nott up into a tight hug lifting them both off the ground. "Thank you! You are not going to regret this. We're going to be super good friends, I can tell."

A blush crept over Caleb's face again. "Really?" Caleb wasn't even sure that he could be counted as a good friend to Nott, but the idea of becoming friends with Jester was a nice one.

"Of course. I'm good at that sort of thing," Jester said. "Where are we going?"

"Well, before we go anywhere you'll have to let go of us," Nott said.

Jester dropped Caleb and Nott with a thump. "Sorry. So, um, where are we going?"

Nott smiled smugly up at them. “To Zadash!”

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thedyingmoon · 6 years ago

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🖤 I See My Future Before Me 🖤

~ A V X Reader set in an Alternate Universe where Lady is fond of soap operas. 🤔

~ I know, I know, I'm late! Shut it! 😅

~ Now tagging my dear friends @heaven-on-a-landslide , @acieoj , @ehrzeth , and @simmy-ships . Heck, I want to tag all of you! But, we won't fit here! So, I dedicate this to all of you! 🖤

~ *Slapping myself* Okay, okay. Eveything's gonna be just fine! Let's do this!

***

As the massive evacuation of the city ensued, all of the Devil Hunters inside the mansion, both the brave and the meek, and the strong and the weak, faced the Demons that suddenly materialized and spread out like the plague with all the intention to murder all of them.

But, mighty Devil Hunters they may be called, the first, and unexpected, challenge of the Dreadnaught proved to be far too difficult for the most of them to handle.

Especially for those who came unprepared and weaponless.

"Shit!" Nero cursed as he stealthily dodged the attack of one of the strange Fury - like creatures who came too close to him. He fired a single blast of light from his Breaker as he landed on the ground after his jump, and it luckily hit one Demon in the face, making it motionless for a while, giving the young man ample time to escape.

And as the Demon regained consciousness, Nero made a full run towards V, who was stuck in one place of the ballroom trying to dodge the multiple green slashes directed at him. The massive black cat by the name of Shadow made a seven - foot spiked wall at her master's command, effectively deflecting an incoming attack and at the same time, protecting Nero from another as he arrived.

"Where is your weapon?" V questioned in a harsh tone, his tone betraying his emotions of both dismay and worry to the young Devil Hunter.

"I left it at the van." Nero shamefully admitted as he was protected yet again by the demonic feline as it turned into a volley of spikes that merely grazed one monster.

"Perfect timing!" Griffon sarcastically screeched as he let out a few strikes of electricity that didn't even hit a single monster.

"What are these Demons? I haven't seen them before!" Nero said as he fired another blast of light that finally broke his one and only weapon. "Shit!" he cursed as the pieces of his Breaker fell down on the marble floor.

V, on the other hand, had more things to worry about other than his or Nero's predicament. You suddenly vanished without him noticing, and he was deathly afraid that the monsters have already,...

"SCREW ALL THIS!" Griffon boomed as he flew higher above them, soaring and soaring until he reached the ceiling, or what's left of it.

"Don't do it,..." V warned as he looked up at his avian familiar but, he was too late. The demonic bird let out a guttural sound as he spread his wings, releasing multiple strikes of electricity that landed on the floor and hit all of the Demons, including some unfortunate Devil Hunters who had not dodged in time. The bird went on releasing power from his midnight blue wings, rendering the monsters motionless until they fell on the ground, smoke coming out from their body.

The Hunters, upon realizing what just happened, remained scattered and vigilant, as if expecting something else to attack them.

Griffon, who was blissfully unaware of what was to come, bashfully flew down towards his master.

"Should've done that earlier, eh, V?" gloated the bird.

To his shock, V glared at him, his eyes emitting a deathly aura. "What have you done?!" he said in a low tone that honestly creeped the hell out of Nero, who was clueless of everything.

All of a sudden, the monsters, who were still smoking on the ground due to the electricity, slowly rose, scales glowing once more and spikes growing longer than their normal size. Their eyes simultaneously glowed, brighter than ever before. And before they could even do anything, the veins in their body glowed a sickly, bright green, pumping beneath their thick scales. The veins glowed and glowed, until a surge of electrcity ran through them to each end of their limbs, giving them more power than ever before.

"What now?!" Nero blurted out as the monsters started dashing once again but, this time, they didn't just leave green traces of blur, they also crushed the floor beneath them. And, what's even more frightening, the creatures became faster, enabling them to land direct slashes on the younger and weaker Devil Hunters' bodies until they fall on the ground, either murdered,... or dead.

"These creatures absorb electricty! It becomes,... their power!" V screamed as he commanded Shadow to create another spiked shield that walled him and Nero in and Griffon to continuously send strong currents to the morphed feline to make it even more powerful. "I would not last,... much longer!" V gasped as he almost fell to the ground. He leaned in on his cane and let Nero support his back and shoulder.

"V, hang in there!" Nero said as he helplessly watched the summoner struggle to remain standing. He was exuding too much demonic power to support Shadow and Griffon's defenses that it was taking a toll on his already vulnerable frame. The Yamato almost drained his energy the other day, and he was yet to recover from it, that even summoning the golem for a short while would prove useless.

"(Y/N),..." V uttered, his voice breaking, his sight becoming blurry. "Where,... are y-you?!"

Then, as if by some wild turn of events, everything went silent. The creatures still moved about, slashing anyone in their way but, they didn't prevail from what swiftly came down on them.

Through V's faltering visions, he saw a strange form of light crawl on the ground. It was immediately followed by a translucent wave of light that effectively stopped the creatures on their tracks. Another wave of that light made them scream with such unearthly voices, covering their ears as if to shield them from something very deafening that the human ears couldn't even hear. One creature stumbled just beside V and Nero, still struggling to cover its ears. It saw the horrified look on Nero's face as it squirmed and made one last effort to attack them, going for the kill,...

All of a sudden, all of them heard a familiar sound, followed immediately by the sight of the walls breaking as an angry, white hunk of a vehicle made its way towards the interior, hitting creatures on the way and splattering Demon guts all over the place in the process.

However, the creature remained unfazed. It raised its spiked arm and,...

V's sight might be going blurry, but the thing that flew towards the monster in an unbelievable speed surely helped him regain all the senses he had lost and more. He saw, with his wide, green eyes, a silver stiletto with the longest heel he had ever seen hit the back of the monster's head, making its eyes white. It fell on the ground, knocked out at his feet.

And, as V caught the small stiletto on his free hand, he saw the most beautiful thing come out of the van, carrying what looked like the Red Queen.

"NERO!" V heard you scream as you threw the sword at the youth. Nero jumped and caught it in midair, bringing the sword down on the creature's head and killing it in one slash.

And as the vehicle came to a halt, V saw as you practically jumped out of it, meeting one confused and now deaf monster. While still in midair, you kicked the Demon's jaw with your stiletto - lacking foot, unknowingly showing your smooth and flawless leg in the process. With one hand, you removed the remaining shoe and quickly dug the heel deep into the Demon's forehead, squirting its blood and ruining your immaculate white dress. It fell on the ground, dead.

Nico's head popped out of the window. "Make it fast while they're deaf!"

The remaining Devil Hunters in the room, together with Nero, took this as a cue and attacked all at once, finishing the creatures one by one.

V was about to collapse on the ground when he felt a pair of soft hands support him. He turned and saw you, and your worried look.

"You're gonna be fine, V." you said as you turned away from him to face one creature who just regained its hearing. "I'll protect you. I promise."

V watched in horror as the creature ran towards you while you remained still on the ground. He saw how you were about to lift your skirt, about to pick something that was strapped on your thigh, when some bullets came through the Demon's head. You both looked and saw Dante as he landed on the Demon, firing at its face with his guns until it was barely noticeable. He smiled at his kill, left it and went directly towards you.

"Sorry, I'm late!" Dante said to you with his charmingly boyish smile. "Now, where were we?"

"Dante, look out!" you screamed as you pointed at the remaining two beasts that made a jump towards Dante's back, spikes raised and thirsty for bloodshed. He didn't even turn around as one creature had its head blasted by a single round of a launcher and the other sliced by a massive sword of curious design. As they fell on the ground, the two ladies, Trish and Lady, joined Dante's side.

"Hey, cherry pie!" Lady greeted cheerfully as she waved at you.

Trish only smiled at you. "Well, we finally meet, at last." she said to you, an almost unnoticeable and knowing look directed towards you.

V called his familiars back and leaned on his cane for support. Tonight's batlle was finally over, with deaths already taking a toll on the rest of the team. But, then, Dante, Nero, Trish, and Lady were finally here. Surely, nothing could defeat them if they joined forces against the Dreadnought.

Except,...

He turned and saw you looking up at him, your worried eyes innocently wide, the absence of your high heels finally betraying your real height to him, which he found adorable. He didn't see you fight but, there was something really curious about you that he longed to unveil.

And, that strange power of light that stopped and deafened the enemies,...

Were you responsible for it?

You two were about to meet Nero and Nico when V heard Dante call your name.

You turned around just in time to have yourself lifted off the ground by the legendary Devil Hunter. V saw how Dante hugged you and felt,... something strange in his chest, like a twisting kind of sensation. And he suddenly felt a deep consciousness with how he must've looked compared to Dante, like he suddenly became ashamed of his own presence there, especially in front of you.

Of course he knew there was something between you and his younger brother,...

He just couldn't shake the sudden, unexplainable pain in his chest.

"Are you hurt?" Dante asked you, checking for any signs of injury on your body.

"I'm fine, Dante." you told him.

"Let's go." he said as he took one of your arms and turned, expecting you to follow him. By this time, the others have already left, leaving the Devil May Cry crew, both Red Grave and Fortuna branches, alone inside the ruined mansion. "We'll go north and meet the Dreadnought there - "

Dante stopped when you suddenly took your arm away from him. He turned and gave you a smile.

"Babe, come on. I'm no longer drunk,..."

"I'm not coming with you, Dante."

The conversation gained the attention of everyone. Nico, Nero, Lady, and Trish watched as you faced Dante with V, weak and haggard, just behind you, still watching wearily.

Dante laughed at what you just told him, not taking you seriously at all.

"What are you taking about, (Y/N)?" he told you, his voice becoming louder and the atmosphere getting more tense. "You work with me. We work together. There's no way I'll leave you here - "

"I already told you, Dante." you said, trying your very best to reason with the man, that same man who threw you out of Devil May Cry three weaks ago. "I'm not going with you."

The amusement on Dante's face vanished as he looked down at you. "Why? Is it because of your deadweight friends?"

"What did you just say - ?!" Nero was about to confront Dante when Nico stopped him in his tracks.

"Don't let it get to ya, Nero!" Nico said to him, trying her very best to stop the young man.

"He called us deadweight!"

"Hmm, this is interesting." Trish whispered to Lady as she crossed her ams.

"Wait, is that a soap opera I'm seeing right now?" Lady said, sighing as she leaned on her Kalina Ann. "Ah, love rivals. I wish I was a bit younger,..."

"Leave them out of here!" you bravely told Dante. "This is my own decision. Now, if you will, you can leave right away and do the job, yourself."

However, he would not have any of your excuses. Dante forcefully grabbed your arm and made you look up at him.

"Stop being so stubborn and listen to me." Dante warned in a voice that practically gave Trish and Lady some shivers. They knew the man was always gracious and gentle around women. Tolerating, even.

So, how come the man was clearly forcing you to bend to his will?

"You don't belong here! You belong with us! With me!"

You remained silent as you stared Dante in the eyes. Then, with utter resolution in your voice, you told him, "We have an agreement, Dante."

"And what is that agreement?!"

"No one would ever belong to anyone. You told me that." You said to him, your voice shaking, yet full of courage. "And that you will let me go when the time comes."

"What in the - ?"

Dante let you go, confusion and disbelief taking over his senses.

From his spot, V watched the exchange between you and Dante, totally intrigued and curious as to the nature of the said agreement between you and his brother.

When the time comes? What does that even mean?

It was then that Dante's furious eyes landed on V did he finally have a slight clue of what's truly going on.

"It is you, huh?" Dante whispered savagely, his voice clearly changing tone, setting both Trish and Lady on the edge. "Who would've guessed?! It's the mysterious man who gave me a reason to fight!"

Slowly, red light engulfed Dante's whole being, revealing his deadly Devil form right in front of you, V, and everybody else.

"Who would've guessed,..." Dante growled as he stalked towards V like a monster about to devour his prey. "That you'd be a total jackass for stealing everything away from me?!"

Shouts were heard, weapons were drawn. Dante was coming towards V with murderous intent for whatever reason. But V was too weak to retaliate. He stumbled on the ground, trying to shield his pathetic form with an arm and his cane,...

All of a sudden, a blinding light swiftly came down between them, stopping Dante midway. When V opened his eyes, he found out it was only you. And what's more, you were actually able to stop the Devil from attacking by simply holding out an arm.

"NO, DANTE!" You screamed at the man. "YOU'LL KILL ME FIRST BEFORE YOU GET TO THIS MAN!"

Helplessly, Dante reverted back to his human form, saddened by the fact that you're willing to sacrifice yourself to save V.

The time has, indeed, finally come.

"You would go so far?" Dante asked you in a more gentle tone.

"You know my answer." You answered, still not putting your arm down.

Dante sighed and huffed as he pulled the lapels of his black jacket. He turned around to face Trish and Lady but, before finally leaving the place, he turned to you once more.

"You're fired." Dante told you without so much as revealing a bit of his emotion. Only then, did he turn around to leave the mansion with the two ladies.

***

Meanwhile, in a room where several screens were showing different places of the massive mansion, the master of the house looked with wonder as the same scene unfolded right before his eyes.

His thin attendant bent to look at the screen.

"What is it you found amusing, Master?"

"Only the most amusing thing ever. It seems that the Devil May Cry was split into two."

"Truly?"

"Yes. And here I was hoping that all of them, united as one, would take down the Dreadnought for me, not those pathetic second rates hiding in the name of Devil Hunter."

"What do we do now, Master?"

The man smiled as he linked his pudgy fingers.

"We shall see which Devil May Cry would remain standing in the midst of battle. Only then, can I - "

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#devil may cry 5 #v #i see my future before me #v x reader #v x you #devil may cry dante #devil may cry nico #devil may cry trish #devil may cry lady #devil may cry nero #chapter 10

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etlunainmorte · 5 years ago

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🖤 I See My Future Before Me 🖤

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But, mighty Devil Hunters they may be called, the first, and unexpected, challenge of the Dreadnaught proved to be far too difficult for the most of them to handle.

Especially for those who came unprepared and weaponless.

“Shit!” Nero cursed as he stealthily dodged the attack of one of the strange Fury - like creatures who came too close to him. He fired a single blast of light from his Breaker as he landed on the ground after his jump, and it luckily hit one Demon in the face, making it motionless for a while, giving the young man ample time to escape.

And as the Demon regained consciousness, Nero made a full run towards V, who was stuck in one place of the ballroom trying to dodge the multiple green slashes directed at him. The massive black cat by the name of Shadow made a seven - foot spiked wall at her master’s command, effectively deflecting an incoming attack and at the same time, protecting Nero from another as he arrived.

“Where is your weapon?” V questioned in a harsh tone, his tone betraying his emotions of both dismay and worry to the young Devil Hunter.

“I left it at the van.” Nero shamefully admitted as he was protected yet again by the demonic feline as it turned into a volley of spikes that merely grazed one monster.

“Perfect timing!” Griffon sarcastically screeched as he let out a few strikes of electricity that didn’t even hit a single monster.

“What are these Demons? I haven’t seen them before!” Nero said as he fired another blast of light that finally broke his one and only weapon. “Shit!” he cursed as the pieces of his Breaker fell down on the marble floor.

V, on the other hand, had more things to worry about other than his or Nero’s predicament. You suddenly vanished without him noticing, and he was deathly afraid that the monsters have already,…

“SCREW ALL THIS!” Griffon boomed as he flew higher above them, soaring and soaring until he reached the ceiling, or what’s left of it.

“Don’t do it,…” V warned as he looked up at his avian familiar but, he was too late. The demonic bird let out a guttural sound as he spread his wings, releasing multiple strikes of electricity that landed on the floor and hit all of the Demons, including some unfortunate Devil Hunters who had not dodged in time. The bird went on releasing power from his midnight blue wings, rendering the monsters motionless until they fell on the ground, smoke coming out from their body.

The Hunters, upon realizing what just happened, remained scattered and vigilant, as if expecting something else to attack them.

Griffon, who was blissfully unaware of what was to come, bashfully flew down towards his master.

“Should’ve done that earlier, eh, V?” gloated the bird.

To his shock, V glared at him, his eyes emitting a deathly aura. “What have you done?!” he said in a low tone that honestly creeped the hell out of Nero, who was clueless of everything.

All of a sudden, the monsters, who were still smoking on the ground due to the electricity, slowly rose, scales glowing once more and spikes growing longer than their normal size. Their eyes simultaneously glowed, brighter than ever before. And before they could even do anything, the veins in their body glowed a sickly, bright green, pumping beneath their thick scales. The veins glowed and glowed, until a surge of electricity ran through them to each end of their limbs, giving them more power than ever before.

“What now?!” Nero blurted out as the monsters started dashing once again but, this time, they didn’t just leave green traces of blur, they also crushed the floor beneath them. And, what’s even more frightening, the creatures became faster, enabling them to land direct slashes on the younger and weaker Devil Hunters’ bodies until they fall on the ground, either murdered,… or dead.

“These creatures absorb electricity! It becomes,… their power!” V screamed as he commanded Shadow to create another spiked shield that walled him and Nero in and Griffon to continuously send strong currents to the morphed feline to make it even more powerful. “I would not last,… much longer!” V gasped as he almost fell to the ground. He leaned in on his cane and let Nero support his back and shoulder.

“V, hang in there!” Nero said as he helplessly watched the summoner struggle to remain standing. He was exuding too much demonic power to support Shadow and Griffon’s defenses that it was taking a toll on his already vulnerable frame. The Yamato almost drained his energy the other day, and he was yet to recover from it, that even summoning the golem for a short while would prove useless.

“(Y/N),…” V uttered, his voice breaking, his sight becoming blurry. “Where,… are y-you?!”

Then, as if by some wild turn of events, everything went silent. The creatures still moved about, slashing anyone in their way but, they didn’t prevail from what swiftly came down on them.

Through V’s faltering visions, he saw a strange form of light crawl on the ground. It was immediately followed by a translucent wave of light that effectively stopped the creatures on their tracks. Another wave of that light made them scream with such unearthly voices, covering their ears as if to shield them from something very deafening that the human ears couldn’t even hear. One creature stumbled just beside V and Nero, still struggling to cover its ears. It saw the horrified look on Nero’s face as it squirmed and made one last effort to attack them, going for the kill,…

However, the creature remained unfazed. It raised its spiked arm and,…

V’s sight might be going blurry, but the thing that flew towards the monster in an unbelievable speed surely helped him regain all the senses he had lost and more. He saw, with his wide, green eyes, a silver stiletto with the longest heel he had ever seen hit the back of the monster’s head, making its eyes white. It fell on the ground, knocked out at his feet.

And, as V caught the small stiletto on his free hand, he saw the most beautiful thing come out of the van, carrying what looked like the Red Queen.

“NERO!” V heard you scream as you threw the sword at the youth. Nero jumped and caught it in midair, bringing the sword down on the creature’s head and killing it in one slash.

And as the vehicle came to a halt, V saw as you practically jumped out of it, meeting one confused and now deaf monster. While still in midair, you kicked the Demon’s jaw with your stiletto - lacking foot, unknowingly showing your smooth and flawless leg in the process. With one hand, you removed the remaining shoe and quickly dug the heel deep into the Demon’s forehead, squirting its blood and ruining your immaculate white dress. It fell on the ground, dead.

Nico’s head popped out of the window. “Make it fast while they’re deaf!”

The remaining Devil Hunters in the room, together with Nero, took this as a cue and attacked all at once, finishing the creatures one by one.

V was about to collapse on the ground when he felt a pair of soft hands support him. He turned and saw you, and your worried look.

“You’re gonna be fine, V.” you said as you turned away from him to face one creature who just regained its hearing. “I’ll protect you. I promise.”

V watched in horror as the creature ran towards you while you remained still on the ground. He saw how you were about to lift your skirt, about to pick something that was strapped on your thigh, when some bullets came through the Demon’s head. You both looked and saw Dante as he landed on the Demon, firing at its face with his guns until it was barely noticeable. He smiled at his kill, left it and went directly towards you.

“Sorry, I’m late!” Dante said to you with his charmingly boyish smile. “Now, where were we?”

“Dante, look out!” you screamed as you pointed at the remaining two beasts that made a jump towards Dante’s back, spikes raised and thirsty for bloodshed. He didn’t even turn around as one creature had its head blasted by a single round of a launcher and the other sliced by a massive sword of curious design. As they fell on the ground, the two ladies, Trish and Lady, joined Dante’s side.

“Hey, cherry pie!” Lady greeted cheerfully as she waved at you.

Trish only smiled at you. “Well, we finally meet, at last.” she said to you, an almost unnoticeable and knowing look directed towards you.

V called his familiars back and leaned on his cane for support. Tonight’s battle was finally over, with deaths already taking a toll on the rest of the team. But, then, Dante, Nero, Trish, and Lady were finally here. Surely, nothing could defeat them if they joined forces against the Dreadnought.

Except,…

He turned and saw you looking up at him, your worried eyes innocently wide, the absence of your high heels finally betraying your real height to him, which he found adorable. He didn’t see you fight but, there was something really curious about you that he longed to unveil.

And, that strange power of light that stopped and deafened the enemies,…

Were you responsible for it?

You two were about to meet Nero and Nico when V heard Dante call your name.

You turned around just in time to have yourself lifted off the ground by the legendary Devil Hunter. V saw how Dante hugged you and felt,… something strange in his chest, like a twisting kind of sensation. And he suddenly felt a deep consciousness with how he must’ve looked compared to Dante, like he suddenly became ashamed of his own presence there, especially in front of you.

Of course he knew there was something between you and his younger brother,…

He just couldn’t shake the sudden, unexplainable pain in his chest.

“Are you hurt?” Dante asked you, checking for any signs of injury on your body.

“I’m fine, Dante.” you told him.

“Let’s go.” he said as he took one of your arms and turned, expecting you to follow him. By this time, the others have already left, leaving the Devil May Cry crew, both Red Grave and Fortuna branches, alone inside the ruined mansion. “We’ll go north and meet the Dreadnought there - ”

Dante stopped when you suddenly took your arm away from him. He turned and gave you a smile.

“Babe, come on. I’m no longer drunk,…”

“I’m not coming with you.”

The conversation gained the attention of everyone. Nico, Nero, Lady, and Trish watched as you faced Dante with V, weak and haggard, just behind you, still watching wearily.

Dante laughed at what you just told him, not taking you seriously at all.

“What are you taking about, (Y/N)?” he told you, his voice becoming louder and the atmosphere getting more tense. “You work with me. We work together. There’s no way I’ll leave you here - ”

“I already told you.” you said, trying your very best to reason with the man, that same man who threw you out of Devil May Cry three weeks ago. “I’m not going with you.”

The amusement on Dante’s face vanished as he looked down at you. “Why? Is it because of your deadweight friends?”

“What did you just say - ?!” Nero was about to confront Dante when Nico stopped him in his tracks.

“Don’t let it get to ya, Nero!” Nico said to him, trying her very best to stop the young man.

“He called us deadweight!”

“Hmm, this is interesting.” Trish whispered to Lady as she crossed her arms.

“Wait, is that a soap opera I’m seeing right now?” Lady said, sighing as she leaned on her Kalina Ann. “Ah, love rivals. I wish I was a bit younger,…”

“Leave them out of here!” you bravely told Dante. “This is my own decision. Now, if you will, you can leave right away and do the job, yourself.”

However, he would not have any of your excuses. Dante forcefully grabbed your arm and made you look up at him.

“Stop being so stubborn and listen to me.” Dante warned in a voice that practically gave Trish and Lady some shivers. They knew the man was always gracious and gentle around women. Tolerating, even.

So, how come the man was clearly forcing you to bend to his will?

“You don’t belong here! You belong with us! With me!”

You remained silent as you stared Dante in the eyes. Then, with utter resolution in your voice, you told him, “We have an agreement.”

“And what is that agreement?!”

“No one would ever belong to anyone. You told me that.” You said to him, your voice shaking, yet full of courage. “And that you will let me go when the time comes.”

“What in the - ?”

Dante let you go, confusion and disbelief taking over his senses.

From his spot, V watched the exchange between you and Dante, totally intrigued and curious as to the nature of the said agreement between you and his brother.

When the time comes? What does that even mean?

It was then that Dante’s furious eyes landed on V did he finally have a slight clue of what’s truly going on.

“It is you, huh?” Dante whispered savagely, his voice clearly changing tone, setting both Trish and Lady on the edge. “Who would’ve guessed?! It’s the mysterious man who gave me a reason to fight!”

Slowly, red light engulfed Dante’s whole being, revealing his deadly Devil form right in front of you, V, and everybody else.

“Who would’ve guessed,…” Dante growled as he stalked towards V like a monster about to devour his prey. “That you’d be a total jackass for stealing everything away from me?!”

All of a sudden, a blinding light swiftly came down between them, stopping Dante midway. When V opened his eyes, he found out it was only you. And what’s more, you were actually able to stop the Devil from attacking by simply holding out an arm.

“NO!” You screamed at the man. “YOU’LL KILL ME FIRST BEFORE YOU GET TO THIS MAN!”

Helplessly, Dante reverted back to his human form, saddened by the fact that you’re willing to sacrifice yourself to save V.

The time has, indeed, finally come.

“You would go so far?” Dante asked you in a more gentle tone.

“You know my answer.” You answered, still not putting your arm down.

Dante sighed and huffed as he pulled the lapels of his black jacket. He turned around to face Trish and Lady but, before finally leaving the place, he turned to you once more.

“You’re fired.” Dante told you without so much as revealing a bit of his emotion. Only then, did he turn around to leave the mansion with the two ladies.

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Meanwhile, in a room where several screens were showing different places of the massive mansion, the master of the house looked with wonder as the same scene unfolded right before his eyes.

His thin attendant bent to look at the screen.

“What is it you found amusing, Master?”

“Only the most amusing thing ever. It seems that the Devil May Cry was split into two.”

“Truly?”

“Yes. And here I was hoping that all of them, united as one, would take down the Dreadnought for me, not those pathetic second rates hiding in the name of Devil Hunter.”

“What do we do now, Master?”

The man smiled as he linked his pudgy fingers.

“We shall see which Devil May Cry would remain standing in the midst of battle. Only then, can I - ”

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#devil may cry 5 #vitale sparda #i see my future before me #v x reader #v x you #chapter 10 #battle and emotions

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marshmallow-phd · 6 years ago

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Part of The Untamed - EXO Wolf Universe

Genre: Supernatural, Wolf Au

Pairing: Kyungsoo x Reader

Summary: Bouncing place to place was just how lived your life. Settling down just wasn’t in your plans, especially with your past. But when you meet Kyungsoo, there’s suddenly a future in front of you that you never imagined possible. With both enemies and friends of the pack arriving in town, you’ll be pulled into a danger that you never asked for. Will you stick around for Kyungsoo or will you do what you do best and run?

Warning: none

Part: 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9 I 10 I 11 I 12 I 13 I 14 I Final

Junmyeon ushered everyone inside, handing Hae In over to Chanyeol for him to carry her inside. Kyungsoo didn’t let go of you for even a second as he guided you back up onto the porch and through the door. No one could really speak as the wolves and mates settled down in the living. None of the wolves had walked away from the fight unscathed. All of them had cuts, scratches, and newly forming bruises all over their faces, chests, and everywhere else there was exposed skin.

Sitting down on the floor, you tried to remain focused, but your mind kept up bringing images of the fight the boys just went through. Even with Kyungsoo by your side, you couldn’t banish the made up scenarios from your head. Your brain could be very cruel.

“Yixing,” Junmyeon sighed as he sat down in the leather arm chair. “Can you patch everyone up?”

Yixing, with a busted lip and newly forming bruise near his left eye, nodded, but Ming wasn’t having any of it.

“They can look after themselves,” she argued. “Just let him rest.”

“Ming,” Yixing scolded. He gently removed her hands from around his arm. “I’ll go get the kit.” He stood up and walked out of the room, ignoring Ming’s protests.

Kyungsoo grabbed a hold of your waist and picked you up before settling in you down in his lap. He kissed your shoulder and seemed to be breathing you in as his nose caressed your neck. Your body let go of all it’s tension, letting you relax into his chest. He was alive, that was all that mattered.

Soon enough, Yixing came back with several kits, starting with Chanyeol who seemed to be the worst off. Hae In scooted over to give them room, having calmed down just a bit. She still trembled, but the tears that fell down now were silent.

Hanging his head in his hands, Junmyeon took several deep breaths. He sat up and rubbed his hands together. “Okay. Decision making time.”

“Well, obviously we’re going after them,” Chanyeol said defiantly. He flinched when Yixing pulled particularly hard on the wrap around his arm.

“We don’t even know where they are,” Jongdae pointed out. Jiyoung was leaning against his shoulder, rubbing her thumb across his knuckles.

“We have to give it a shot,” Sehun argued.

Kris came stumbling through the door. You hadn’t even realized that he was even missing among the group. He was barely dressed in a ripped up t-shirt and boxer shorts.

“I was able follow one of them to an abandoned house,” he huffed. He must have heard the tail end of the conversation with his super wolf hearing. Or he was just informing the group where he’d been. “I could smell Baekhyun, too.”

Junmyeon set his jaw. “Then it’s settled. We’re going after him. Everyone, you have the night to heal up and then at dawn we head out. Kris, can I speak with you?”

The latter nodded, following the alpha out of the room. While everyone else stayed put to wait on Yixing to patch them up as their mates dotted on them, Kyungsoo picked you up, carrying you over to the stairs. Junmyeon and Kris were talking in hushed whispers in the kitchen, but you didn’t catch any of it before you were out of earshot.

“Put me down,” you whined. “You’re hurt.”

“I’m not that bad,” he countered in a hushed voiced. You didn’t believe him, but being in his arms felt too good to continue to fight it.

As smoothly as he could, he opened the door to his bedroom, and closed it behind him before carefully depositing you on the bed. Not bothering to take off his own clothes, he pulled your shoes off and buried you under the covers. He joined you not even a second later, pulling you in close.

You managed to free your arm from his hold, bringing your fingers up to his face, and traced the harsh red lines on his cheeks. Miraculously, they were already beginning to close, the bleeding long over.

“They’ll be healed by morning,” he whispered.

Chewing on your bottom lip, you tried to believe him. He knew his body and supernatural gifts better than you, but that didn’t drive away your anxiety.

“When that door closed on you,” you whispered. “I… I thought-” Unable to continue, you buried your face in his chest, trying not to let him hear how you sniffed back the tears.

“Shh,” he comforted, running his fingers through your hair and trailing his fingers down your back. “I’m here. That’s all that matters. I came back to you.”

Lifting your head, you didn’t hold back as you yanked on the collar of his raggedy shirt, bringing him to you. You released all your anxiety and worry for him into the kiss, feeling hurried as if someone might come in and take him away from you at any second.

Kyungsoo kissed you back just as fiercely. Sitting you up, he tugged off your sweater, leaving only your camisole as his hands roamed underneath, making sure every inch of your skin was touched and looked after.

You pressed yourself into him, swinging your leg over his lap, eliminating any space between the two you. Needing to even the field, you pulled off his shirt, throwing the useless rag somewhere that was out of your way. You could feel your lips swelling up as you drank him in.

Your lungs soon ran out of air and you broke away from the kiss. Leaning your forehead against his, you tried to even your breath out as you spoke his name. “Kyungsoo….”

You couldn’t help but run your hand up and down his chest lightly. You wanted him. To be as close to him as humanly possible. And he seemed to pick up on the signals.

Shaking his head, Kyungsoo caught your hand. “Not now, (y/n).”

“Why?” you pouted softly. “Please?”

He wouldn’t give in. “Too many ears. Now isn’t the time with the others getting patched up downstairs.”

You deflated, shuffling off his lap. “Okay. Sure.”

A whine rumbled in his chest. “(y/n)…. You have no idea how much I want to. How hard it is to tell you no. But this isn’t how I want our first time to go. And… there’s other things we have to talk about first?”

You frowned. “Other things?”

Kyungsoo wrapped his arms around you and forced you to lie down with him - not that you protested too much. You were weak against his soft touches, against any form of intimacy from him.

“We’ll talk about it later,” he promised. “For now, let's get some sleep.”

It took about five seconds for you to give in. Your eyes grew heavy and with the steady rhythm of Kyungsoo’s heartbeat, soon you drifted off to sleep.

Noise and coldness woke you up before the sun could. Kyungsoo was changing as you fluttered your eyes open, pulling the covers up to your chin to keep you warm. You caught the ripples in his back when he pulled the fresh shirt over his head, sending butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy. Fully dressed, he turned back to you, smiling just a bit.

“Good morning,” he whispered, coming over and leaning down so his face was only a few inches from yours.

You caressed his face with the back of your fingers, the corners of your lips tipping down. Fear and anxiety flowed through you. Every terrible scenario that ended in the same conclusion plagued you and you couldn’t make them go away. “Please, don’t go.”

Last night you hadn’t really let yourself think about how the pack would be heading out in the morning to fight the hybrids. You’d been too focused on having Kyungsoo back in one piece, with you. But now it was hitting you like you’d stepped in front of a train. And you couldn't process it properly. Logic was rushing out the window.

“I have to,” Kyungsoo sighed, patting your head.

Sitting up, you couldn't hang on to the frustration building inside you. “Why?’

“Because one of the pack is in danger,” Kyungsoo explained, doing an excellent job of remaining calm despite your opposition. “We protect each other, no matter what. Junmyeon has ordered all of us to go. I can’t go against my alpha.”

You shook your head, feeling the tears building up. “You promised.”

Kyungsoo’s eyes widened. “What?”

Shrinking in on yourself, you pulled your knees up to your chest. “You promised you wouldn’t leave.”

“Who said I was leaving?” His voice was rising in volume.

You jumped up off the bed, yelling, “You’re going off to fight against a group of monsters that you barely got away from yesterday! How can I be sure you’ll come back?” A sob escaped. “Leaving me… like everyone else….”

“I’m not leaving you,” he urged, coming up to cup your face. “I will come back. I’ll always come back to you. That is a promise I’ll never break.” Not giving you a choice, he pulled you into a hug that threatened to never let go.

You cried into his shirt, soaking a large circle where your face met his chest.

“(y/n).” Kyungsoo tipped your face up to his, placing a soft kiss against your lips. “I love you.”

Whether it was a laugh or a sob that came out of your mouth, you weren’t sure. After one last sniff, you replied sincerely, “I love you, too.”

It was the first time in years you’d said those words out loud to anyone. Saying them to him was like honey in your mouth.

He kissed your forehead one last time and then separated you from him.

“I’ll be back before you know it.” He threw you a smile before walking out of the door, closing it behind him. You almost ran after him, but that would just make it even more difficult to let him go. And there was no way you’d be allowed to go along. He couldn’t go against his alpha and you were left by yourself in the bedroom.

It killed Kyungsoo to leave you behind. His wolf was whining and clawing to get back to you, hearing you cry even as he descended the stairs. But the only thing stronger the pull of the mate was order of the alpha.

Everyone else was already gathered in the kitchen, grouped together and itching to get going. Several of his brothers were bouncing from foot to foot. Chanyeol was the most anxious. Baekhyun was his best friend and now they didn’t know what hell the happiest member of their pack was going through.

To Kyungsoo’s surprise, Kris and Junmyeon were both standing at the head of the group, looking like a team as they stood shoulder to shoulder. No one was yelling or fighting or bringing up the past. It was strangely… calming. It felt right.

“Let’s roll out.” Junmyeon turned to the door and they all walked out, staying in human form as they followed Kris through the woods.

They came out of the trees on the west side of town, the sun now a good distance above the treeline. It was that time of day where the brilliant sunrise was fading away to give room to the pure blue sky.

“That’s it,” Kris whispered, pointing to a run down house that looked more like a fairground attraction than a place that was once habitable. The wood on the outside was rotting and the shudders were halfway off their hinges, swinging feeling in the breeze.

“Okay.” Junmyeon turned to the rest of them. “Minseok, Luhan, Jongdae, and Chanyeol will go around the back. Kris, Kyungsoo, Yixing, and myself with go through the front. Jongin, Tao, and Sehun, the three of you will watch the outside, taking down any stragglers that might come out.”

Sehun growled, “But, Junmyeon, we can-”

“That’s an order, Sehun,” Kris stopped him before he could finish his argument.

Junmyeon went on like that type of thing was normal. That must have been one hell of a conversation they had last night. Kyungsoo missed most of it since his concentration was on making sure you got to sleep, but from he gathered, the two alphas must have hashed out their problems for the most part.

“Our main priority is to get Baekhyun out,” Junmyeon reminded them. “Once that’s settled, then we can try to end this once and for all.”

Everyone nodded, eager to get going.

The younger wolves stayed on the outskirts of the property as the others split into their respective groups. Kyungsoo watched as his four brothers disappeared behind the house. He kept watch over his alpha’s back, straining his ears to catch anything that would alert him of the enemy. But nothing stirred. Not even a mouse.

They made it through the door without a hitch. Sniffing the air, they automatically followed the scent of their brother. It was too easy to follow. His blood was in the air. It took them up the stairs and into the first bedroom on their left.

Baekhyun was sitting in the middle of the room, tied up with silver chains that hissed and smoked where they met his skin. Dried, cakey blood covered his shirt and pants, but besides that and the chains, he seemed unharmed. At least they’d allowed the poor wolf to heal.

The kidnapped wolf’s eyes widened when he made out his rescue team. “Oh, thank god! I thought Kyungsoo and Minseok might have actually convinced you to just leave me.”

Kyungsoo smirked. Even in mortal peril, he had to make a joke. “Like we’d ever win that argument. Chanyeol would just start to pout if we even tried to bring it up.”

Kris extended his claws, slashing at the chains until they fell away. He shook his hand, hissing in a deep breath as the skin healed from meeting the silver.

“I wouldn’t put it past you to try,” Baekhyun shrugged as he stood up. Staring down at the chains, he carefully stepped over them. “Who knew hybrids were immune to silver?”

“It’s the vampire perk,” Kris mumbled. He looked around. “Where are those bastards anyway?”

“It think the only bastard here is you, Kris.”

All five of them whipped around to find two familiar hybrids standing in the doorway. They were tall and menacing, with wicked grins painted on their faces.

Kris growled, pushing through to the front. “You crossed a line when you took a brother.”

“The punk was just a lure,” the first one chuckled.

“Perfect bait for the little fishes,” the second one sneered.

“And now we can exact our revenge,” the first let his grin slip away into a scowl. “You’ll be last as we tear your pack apart one by one.”

Howls ripped through the air. The hybrids in front of them began to change, their skin turning an ugly gray and their canines grew to tusks that extended past their chins. Even their muscles seemed to bulge as they shed away their human disguises to reveal what they really were.

Kyungsoo could feel the bodies around him rippling and shuddering. Then Kris changed, pouncing on the first hybrid as the scraps of his clothes were still settling to the floor. Then the rest of them all followed, five wolves in the spots where men used to stand.

Numbers were on their side, giving them the tiniest advantage. But the hybrids were still strong. Stronger than they were, but not as nimble.

Kyungsoo, Baekhyun, and Yixing attacked the second hybrid, slashing at him and trying to pin him to the ground as Junmyeon joined Kris. The hybrids were struggling to fight off the multiple attackers, only able to focus on one wolf at a time. They were doing it. They were winning their small battle.

But a whine in the distance, one that Kyungsoo distinctively knew as Jongin’s, made him lose his concentration for a split second. It was enough.

The hybrid got a hand around Kyungsoo’s neck and threw him across the room, right into an elk head that was hanging on the wall. The sharp end of the antler pierced his side deeply and the force of the impact slammed his head into the wall before he dropped to the floor.

He tried to shake it off, whipping his head back and forth as he struggled to get to his feet. But the blood was flowing from the wound too quickly. The world around his was spinning. He was woozy, weak.

Before he lost consciousness, only one thought echoed through his head.

I’m sorry, (y/n).

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douxreviews · 6 years ago

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Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. - ‘The Other Thing’ Review

"I've been to a lot of worlds. Some good, some garbage. But I've never been to one where people recognize my face."

Now, this was more like it, wasn't it? A solid, confident episode that goes right into the arc story and doesn't disappoint. Three parallel plots unfold and converge to the same place, while propelling the characters forward in great directions.

May vs. Coulson

May started off this year in a placid state of mind. Happier, more relaxed, ready to enjoy the goodness of life. The arrival of Sarge, though, changed that. It didn't send May back to an unhappier place, but I've never seen her so focused against an opponent before. One could presume that Sarge wearing Coulson's face would soften her, but she is repelled by Sarge's methods and cruelty. He is the antithesis of Coulson in many ways, which is why she wants to take him down so badly. When Sarge says "I thought you loved his face," May unleashes all her rage and beats him until he passes out. Then she puts his fallen arm on his lap, the same thing she did for a very tired Coulson back in Tahiti. I didn't read that as a sign of affection, but it is curious nonetheless. It's a reflex, a muscle memory, something she's ought to do, and she does it nonchalantly.

That's terrific writing for a character that becomes more interesting with each year. May could be a one note character, the stone cold archetype, but she is so much more than that. I loved how she subverted Sarge's accusation that Coulson was an impostor and had him question his own existence for a bit. He didn't let her see, but when he turned to get the radio, you could tell her words had hit him. Sarge may say that he doesn't look his age, that he's been around for 100 of Earth's years, but I still believe he's a version of Coulson from another dimension. Maybe that's wishful thinking, but it can't be a coincidence that the word "Coulson" ringed a bell and May's verbal attack affected him.

The use of the flashbacks to Coulson's final days in Tahiti was clever. Coulson and Sarge echoed one another but the phrases had different meanings, another sign of how these two characters have something in common (beyond the looks) but are not the same. It was nice to see Coulson again, so loving and caring. Coulson, you are dearly missed. Dare I say, though, I think Clark Gregg is doing an even better job as Sarge. He plays Sarge with such confidence and distinction that I can't help but appreciate his work. Sarge could've been a poor excuse to keep Gregg around and not scare away the already small audience, but the writers and Gregg's efforts have paid off.

It turns out that Sarge and his team – as it was obvious since last episode, but for some reason the writers only wanted to spell it out here – are not creating the evil birds, they are hunting them. Sarge says they are called the Shrike and that they serve their creator, a monster whose purpose seems to be destroy planets. Bring death to everything. The problem is that Sarge's approach to take down that monster and stop the plague from spreading to other planets now involves destroying Earth. This is a good development, for it keeps Sarge someone our heroes must fight against, even though he is not the actual villain of the tale.

It's all connected, within the TV series, at least

I wasn't expecting the Monoliths to have anything to do with this new threat, and I appreciate that Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. constantly goes back to elements from previous seasons to create new storylines. They did that really well last season, to the point that I didn't think there were any lose threads left (except for that Inhuman dude in the bottom of the ocean), but now here we are dealing with Monoliths again, and then it hit me that they are kind of a lose thread because we never learned what that third Monolith did. It deepens the mythology of the series and gives me confidence that the writers know what they are doing.

But how exactly are the Monoliths connected to what's going on? Is the rift that created the fear dimension last season responsible for bringing this Shriek plague to Earth? I'm lost and intrigued. How does an Incan word fit into all this? Pachakutiq means "the death of everything," but how would an interdimensional traveler know an Incan word? I can only assume he came from a different version of Earth, and the same could be said of Sarge. Luckily, Dr. Benson's research will give us some answers.

In the Lighthouse, Mack checks on Yo-Yo to see how she's doing – spoiler alert, she is totally not dealing with Keller's demise –, but ends up opening up about his own struggles. I have the impression that the writers are still figuring out how to write Mack as a leader, and so far they have relied on his broken relationship with Yo-Yo to show how he has been processing his new role. He wants to keep a distance, be responsible, but can he keep it all together on his own? I thought it was very telling that he couldn't be there for Yo-Yo and instead their conversation went completely off the rails. It was a weird dialogue, I'm not sure how much of that weirdness was intended, but it worked as a moment between two ex-lovers who don't speak the same language anymore. It looked like Mack was willing to bring some barriers down, but Yo-Yo wasn't having it.

I have great respect for Yo-Yo as a character. She is even more loyal to her work ethics than Mack is to his, and that's saying a lot. Being someone willing to do what's necessary no matter the cost demands a lot from her, but she doesn't let her spirit get broken. Her relationship with Keller wasn't developed enough, but her reaction to his death is well written here. She doesn't allow Mack to comfort her, but Dr. Benson is able to reach out to her. I liked how he brought the death of his husband as a parallel to Yo-Yo and Keller's situation. Both Benson and Yo-Yo had to end the life of their significant other who wasn't really there anymore. Now they have to live with the burden of that choice, even though they know it was the right one.

Enoch, the Traitor

The third plot of the episode revolved around the Space Crew, and now that storyline started to fit into the big picture of the season. Many Heads, One Tale is how this show rolls, isn't it?

The Chronicoms had their home planet destroyed, and Atarah, who seems to be the leader of the surviving few, said that minor distortions in the fabric of space released a plague, which is pretty much what is going on on Earth right now. Initially it looked like the Chronicoms were after Daisy et al. to punish them for tampering with the universe... but they too want to tamper with the universe: go back in time and save their planet from destruction. Kidnapping Fitz was part of their plan to get Daisy and Jemma to tell them how to travel through time. Interesting that the noise Daisy had been making on their search for Fitz backfired and turned them into targets. Of course, they couldn't know someone else had their eyes on time travel and, consequentially, on their intelligence.

The agents find themselves cornered, and it's a trap they can't escape of. They didn't create the technology that sent them to the future and then back to the present, how can they help? In order to keep Fitz alive, Jemma says that he could figure out how to build the technology. It all leads to Enoch's betrayal, who sides with Atarah on a move of loyalty to his race. It's a switch of sides that makes sense. Enoch left his home behind to observe humanity and now that his own planet met a similar fate to the one he helped stop on Earth, wouldn't he try to help? I also believed him when he told an enraged Fitz that he did what needed to be done to keep them all alive. Enoch is a decent being and I felt for him when Fitz called him a useless automaton.

The noble move of the episode comes from Jemma when she realizes that she needs to surrender herself in order to keep the others alive. I loved that she gave credit to Daisy, Piper and Davis, acknowledged their help, thanked them and said that she couldn't keep putting them in danger. This is enough of a redemption after dragging them to another place of the galaxy against their will, and a nice bookend to their adventures together. It's also a necessary development for Simmons: her likability rises just in time for the Fitzsimmons-centric episode coming next. It is set up perfectly when Simmons says that, whatever happens, she will be with Fitz. For the two of them, that's all that matters.

Intel and Assets

- Could the Monoliths have some connection to the infinity stones? There is a Time Monolith, a Space Monolith and the third one has something to do with life and death, like the Soul Stone.

- Chronicoms have no gender.

- Chronyca-2 was destroyed by a plague. What about Chronyca-1?

- I liked the continuity of the Confederacy trying to exploit the remnants of a destroyed planet. Also convenient to save some money on set design.

Quotes

Yo-Yo: "I've made hard choices before. Being right doesn't stop it from feeling wrong."

Enoch: "They will never release Fitz." Simmons: "And I'll never stop fighting."

Sarge (to May): "You keep staring like that, my head is bound to catch fire."

Atarah: "Lies. A favorite human pastime."

Sarge: "Our tracker shows [Deke] is not from here, but he's no Shrike. What is he?" May: "Exhausting."

A good ol' Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. episode. Three out of four flashbacks.

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nostalgicatsea · 6 years ago

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stevetony and emotional hurt/comfort after nightmares? I hope the prompts help with getting you back into the writing groove

They were like bedtime stories, his nightmares. Horrible ones, ones he didn’t ask for, but ones that were old and familiar, ones that he knew every line of, like the stories Jarvis, Ana, and his mother would take turns reading to him as a kid. But instead of valiant knights saving the day, it was monsters that populated his stories now. Ghoulish, hideous creatures, swarms of them darkening the sky, Earth’s very own plague of locusts. Fathers who groomed their children for war, for their own gain; fathers who thought they knew best and wreaked irrevocable damage, who seemed truly sorry to some degree that it had to come to this but went through with their plans anyway. Monsters who stood by as their children died in front of them or in their arms.

There were no victories in his dreams, no happy endings.

The compound was as empty and dark as deep space, and Tony was tempted to ask FRIDAY to turn on some lights except he didn’t want to see empty hallways either. The compound was too big for the few who had survived. Had been too big since Steve had gotten most of the kids after the split over the Accords.

He should have kept the tower except it was much harder to ignore what happened in a city halved and gripped by chaos.

Tony paused at the end of the hallway. The lab or the kitchen. Left or right.

He went right. He hadn’t gone into his lab since he came back. He didn’t see a point. There was no battle to win. There could be no more battles after this. The war had been one to end all battles.

That was what Thanos had wanted, a peace of sorts.

He paused at the entrance of the kitchen. The air was thick with the rich, creamy scent of coffee.

Steve was sitting at the island, clasping a mug and staring at nothing.

“Oh.”

He had said it aloud without thinking. Steve was looking at him now, as surprised as he was, as tired as he sometimes looked the few times they had bumped into each other at the tower during the dead hours of the night.

“Just like old times,” Tony almost said, but they were too aware of the way it wasn’t, too sad about that for him to say it, and he didn’t want Steve to know that he couldn’t sleep anyway.

Steve pulled out the chair beside him. It felt like both a command and an invitation. Tony walked over, through the too big kitchen, where Wanda and Vision used to try recreating the dishes from Wanda’s childhood once a week, Wanda and Vision who were d—don’t think about that, don’t think about that—and sat down next to Steve.

There.

I’m not afraid of you.

Except��except now that he was next to Steve, it had seemed silly, that fight or flight impulse, when all he wanted to do was lean against Steve’s shoulder and close his eyes, to go to sleep with Steve solid under him, his presence a weight that would anchor him as he slept, that would remind him that Steve was alive and with him, not dead, not countries, planets, or galaxies away.

Tony grabbed an apple from the fruit basket on the counter and pretended that that was what he was there for. Pretended to be wide awake, fresh off a good night’s rest, not startled awake by nightmares. Bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, ready to face a new day—that was him.

“Early start for you too?” he asked. He rolled the apple between his palms. It was waxy. He had no desire to eat it, the very thought of biting into it unappealing.

“Something like that.”

Steve was lying. He was dressed in a plain T-shirt and worn sweatpants, home clothes or PJs, not his workout gear. Tony hated himself for knowing the difference.

“Well, don’t mind me. I’m just gonna…” He gestured with the hand holding the apple as though he were going to eat it, not put it back the minute Steve left the room.

Steve didn’t answer even as the seconds trickled by excruciatingly slow, every second an uncomfortable weight stacked on Tony’s back, trying to bend it forward.

“On second thought, I’ll eat it in the lab. I’ve got work—”

“Why are we doing this?” Steve cut in, muted and somber.

“What?”

Steve faced him. For the first time since they met, Tony thought Steve showed all of his hundred years.

“Pretending we’re fine, like we don’t know why the other person’s in the kitchen at four in the morning when we’ve done this before. I know why you’re here; it’s why I am. There’s no reason for us to keep doing this. But we do.”

He knew Steve was right. There wasn’t any point, not after the war. It was a useless exercise, trying to bullshit and convince the other person that they were okay when nothing and nobody was. All those walls, all those pretenses that they had kept up all these years to, what, show that they didn’t need each other? Show that they cared but hide exactly how much? To avoid getting hurt?

They had already hurt each other. They had already realized that they needed each other—more than they might have even realized—too late and at the worst possible time. Thanos had seen to that. They had seen to that.

“I don’t know,” Tony lied. I’m not afraid of you, he had thought only minutes before. He elected to go for the truth; Steve had opened up to him, and he never did that. Tony could understand the urge not to even if his didn’t come from an entirely self-sacrificial place like Steve’s. He set the apple down and kept his hand there, a foot away from Steve’s, kept calm and kept from fidgeting. “Hard to imagine anything can hurt me after everything. And yet,” he said, smiling humorlessly.

And yet.

“I didn’t want to hurt you. I still don’t,” Steve said. “And I won’t ever hurt you like that again.”

Tony could feel the weight of Steve’s eyes; he hadn’t looked away from Tony once since he had asked the question. He concentrated on his hand instead of returning Steve’s gaze, on keeping it flat and unmoving against the table.

“My promises probably don’t mean much to you,” Steve said, and Tony knew that he was thinking about the phone.

He stayed quiet.

Steve seemed to take that as affirmation, nodding once as if he had expected it before looking at Tony again. “I do mean it, though,” he said. “I want you to know that.”

He did.

That wasn’t what he was afraid of, betrayal. He knew, just as Steve did, that there were decisions—mistakes—that he had made that he would never make again.

He was afraid of allowing himself to love Steve and of Steve loving him back. If Steve accepted his heart, he would have it in his hands, and he knew their strength, their great ability to destroy. He had come close to giving it away, once.

“I won’t ever hurt you like that again.”

What would Steve do if he loved him? What promise could Steve make to him if he loved him back? Because he knew that Steve would if he did. He had seen it personally, what it was like to have Steve swear an oath to someone he cared about. Even time, enemy to all, couldn’t stand up to him; nearly a century after they had met, after decades had ripped them apart, Steve did his damn best to be by Barnes’s side, to hell with the world.

Tony wondered if Steve dreamed of Barnes dying in front of him. If his mind flooded with panic as he scrambled to hold Barnes together, to keep him from disintegrating in his arms even if he wanted nothing more than to scrub Barnes’s ashes off of him.

It was a while before he spoke, but when he did, he decided to meet Steve halfway and give him what he wanted. Answering Steve’s promise, telling him he knew Steve would keep it, would be useless. Steve wouldn’t believe him, and it would be a long while before he would. But this…this he could give. His nightmares were worthless to him; he had a surfeit of them. But to Steve they would have value, would represent something else—a different form of trust.

“I dreamed of him tonight. The kid,” he offered carefully. Evenly. His hand felt dirty. He wanted to pull it back into his lap, under the table and out of Steve’s sight, to rub his palm against his thigh over and over again.

Steve let go of the mug and lowered his hand next to his.

“I saw Bucky in mine.”

Their pinkies were a hair’s breadth apart, not quite touching. Tony wanted to loop his around Steve’s and bring Steve’s hand towards him.

He wanted to hold it, but there was something grimy stuck under his nails and his entire hand was coated with a layer of something thick and suffocating. He couldn’t touch Steve like that.

“He dies,” Tony said hoarsely instead of touching him. “Every night and all I can do is watch.”

He stayed as motionless as possible, brittle and rigid—the smallest movement would break him.

He didn’t think he could be put back together if it did.

He started when Steve covered his hand with his, his fingers bumping against Steve’s.

Steve curled his fingers over them, stilling them. “Me too,” he said. His hand felt warm and clean, reassuringly solid over Tony’s. Protective.

Tony turned his palm upwards and linked their fingers together.

“Every night,” Steve added quietly as he did. He stared at their clasped hands, not doing anything except sweeping a trail across the back of Tony’s with his thumb, cleansing him.

Tony held onto him, firmly, and Steve answered him with a gentle squeeze of his own.

They stayed like that, not saying anything and not letting go, sitting together in the too empty room, waiting for dawn to arrive.

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#stevetony #superhusbands #stony #my fics #ishipallthings #lol this isn't exactly what you were looking for but here it is #guess who all the monsters are!#tony's monsters are the chitauri black order thanos obie and himself #and maybe howard? but not in the same way as he is 616 tony's #tony's biggest traumas are different in the mcu and i think it's hard for him to think of howard when he has people like thanos on his mind #but at the same time fatherhood and father figures are probably weighing heavily on his mind so maybe he does think of howard too #there are too many hands in this and it bothers me but you'll have to forgive tony's fixation #his spider son recently died in his arms and he was covered in his ashes

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oddsnendsfanfics · 6 years ago

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But That Makes You Family Pt. 2

Genre: Fan Fiction (Animal Kingdom)

Pairing: Craig Cody/OFC

Warnings: Drinking, Death, Sexual Content, Language, Drugs

Rating: R

Length: Chaptered

Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.

A/N: Thank you for those who have read or left comments. It’s daunting putting a fic in a new fandom, no matter how many times you do it.

Catch Up Here

California was hot, hotter than Olivia remembered. Lack of shade around the patio table was a contributing factor, she was certain of it. Back and forth, back and forth. Craig's eyes followed Olivia's pacing; she reminded him of a caged tiger at the zoo. Pacing, anxious, waiting to lash out.

He could have started this conversation with less hostility, which would have greatly decreased his chances of Olivia wanting to punch him in the throat. Craig counted his lucky stars that she didn't bother to carry a gun.

Throwing insults at your child's mother, while high, wasn't one of Craig's brightest moments. Back and forth, her flip flops slapped across the stone patio with each step. A scuff when she turned and moved back in the previous direction. Olivia chewed her bottom lip, tense and needing to slowly unwind before she spoke.

"Sit down."Craig pointed at a chair.

"No."

"Sit. Down." He was a fool to think he could boss her around.

"No!" snapped Olivia. "Don't tell me what to do."

Leaning against the glass top table, Olivia tipped the beer bottle to her lips, frowning when nothing came out. Resting on the edge of the table, she snarled when Craig rested against the table next to her. How dare he come out here demanding things and then acting like it was nothing.

J and Deran had given up watching from the window, a quick glance through the door revealed the kitchen was empty. Relief washed over Olivia, when the tears came the less audience the better.

"What happened to your head?" Craig pulled a few strands of hair between his fingers. Her once dark locks were now an off shade of purple. There was nothing better to say.

"I needed a change." Olivia swatted his hand away from her head.

"It looks different, I sort of like it." He sank down into a chair, swiping his own locks away from his eyes.

"I don't care what you like, Craig." Olivia moved away from him.

Leaning back in his chair, arm stretching out for her, Craig made a feeble attempt to grab her arm. "Are you fucking serious, Livvy? What the fuck is your problem?"

Pausing mid step, Olivia stood frozen, a laugh rumbling in her chest. Loud and ringing off the walls it hit Craig like a sharp knife. He'd heard that laugh before. A signature anger filled amusement.

"Really? You have the balls to ask me that? You're asking me what my problem is? You know what my problem is. The real question is what's yours?"

Tattooed arms folded across his chest, Craig smirked. A look of amusement and torment crossing his features. Sometimes, when Olivia thought of this exact look, she wanted nothing more than to punch him. To knock that cocky smirk right off of his face. Ironically it was the same look that had taunted her until he'd got her into his bed.

Craig Cody had a power that was worse than any drug that Olivia had ever tried. One glance at that cocky smirk and women fell over themselves to be near him. Once they got close and got to know him, they changed their minds and ran for the hills. Olivia had often thought about Craig, as a whole, about how he made people run away. If he cleaned up, got way from his mother, and this life – he could have potential. Years of day dreams had left her wondering if Craig were to walk away, would they be different? Could he be somebody she'd allow in her life, all the time?

"I'm sorry." Craig's words were nearly shocking.

"You're what?"

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come out here looking to argue." He sighed, shifting around to lean his head against the back of the chair. His long legs splayed under the table, making him look ridiculous. "I panicked. You show up out of the blue and like the last time, I assumed you were pissed off."

"If I were pissed, I wouldn't have waited until we were alone to talk." Olivia shrugged.

Craig knew Olivia well enough to know that. If she had been looking to start a fight, she would have done it the second Pope walked in, giving her as many witnesses as possible. J was still green, she had no guarantee the kid would take her side, if anything went back to Smurf.

"I'm not mad." Olivia gave in, sinking down into one of the chairs. "And I didn't show up out of the blue, I came with reasons."

Funny.

That's what she had said the last time, right before she began yelling at Craig for being a useless dick head, dead beat who was trying to buy her off. Craig had came out of that with a black eye and a large scratch down the left side of his neck. At 5'6", Olivia didn't have much on Craig's towering height or strength, an advantage was her speed.

She was quick and Craig had made the brutal mistake of underestimating that. He learned his lesson, when Baz pried the screaming brunette away from Craig, still swinging.

"Reasons?" Craig echoed.

Eyebrows quirked, Craig reached across the table to a pack of cigarettes that had been left behind, picking a smoke from the pack he offered one to Olivia. Refusing the rush of nicotine, she watched as Craig lit the cigarette and took a deep inhale. Licking his lips, he rested the cigarette.

Smoke billowing as he spoke. "What reasons? Something that can't be done over a text, must be big."

"I um, I..." Olivia inhaled deeply, trying to steady her mind. Even now Craig had this damaging and dizzying effect over her. Pushing her hand through her purple hair, moving her bangs away from her petite face. "I wanted to talk to you, because there are some things that need to be cleared."

"So what is it?" Craig shrugged. "Do you need money? Corbin needs a kidney?"

"I don't need money, Craig. You know that I've said it a million times. I'm not taking stolen money." Olivia used her best mom glare to tell him he was being less than reputable. As if Craig had ever received a real mom stare, one that didn't come after threatening to shoot him at least.

"Whatever, can't say I'm not trying."

"I send those checks back for a reason, you know. I don't want your money and I'm not taking a handout from Smurf. I don't want to owe her a damn thing." Olivia was something else. The amount of money she could have collected in the last eight years, Craig knew it was enough for anybody to live comfortably. She had pride. "Corbin has started to ask questions."

Sitting forward in his chair, Craig lazily flicked the cigarette into the butt can and rubbed his hands against his jeans. "What kind of questions?"

"The normal questions a nine year old boy asks, when he's ever met his dad. Where you are? Who you are? If you know he's alive or if you love him."

Craig would be a liar if he said this wasn't hurting, anybody with a heart would be crushed hearing this. He had never met his son, not because he hadn't tried. Every time the topic came up with Olivia, one of them blew up and took off. Arguments followed and it seemed to be a pattern that they had yet to break.

What had she told him?

What did anybody tell a kid who asked that sort of thing?

Craig knew what Smurf had told him about his father, none of that bullshit had helped. Thank God that his son had a far better mother than he did. Olivia was a good mother, Craig knew it.

"What...what do you tell him?"

Never had Craig felt so scared, make that terrified, to hear an answer.

"He knows that you're not around, because your life is complicated." Olivia hurriedly answered. "He knows you're just...busy."

"Busy?" Craig scoffed. "You are keeping him away, because I'm busy?"

"I'm keeping him away, because I don't want him anywhere near Smurf. I don't need him to end up like J or Lena. It's nothing personal. I want more for him, is all."

"What have you told him?" Craig felt his heart in his throat. "Other than I'm too busy?"

"I've never said anything bad about you, believe it or not. If you're worried that I make you out to be some monster, I don't." Olivia's hard shell was softening.

As a single mother raising her child, protecting him from the chaos and plague that was the Cody family, Olivia was as honest as she could be with her son. He knew that his father's life was complicated, code for a royal fucking mess. Corbin also knew that his father had a big heart and if he could be there, he would.

Sometimes, Oivia had told her son, people can't be with us but they still love us.

She'd never deny that Craig loved his son, to some capacity, despite having never seen him in person. If Craig didn't care, he would have completely detached and moved on.

"He knows that he has cousins, uncles, but that's about it. He's uh, our last trip out..." Olivia wished she had a drink to ease this blow, at the very least she wished Craig had a drink. "He's met Deran, only the one time. I wasn't planning on it, but we were at the beach and Deran was there."

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

What kind of sick joke was this? She could introduce her son, his son, to fucking Deran but Craig wasn't even allowed to see him?

"This is fucking bullshit, Livvy. You know it!" Craig jabbed a finger in her direction. "He's my son. Why would you do that? Huh? And Deran that fucking asshole, what right does he think he has?"

"You can't be mad at Deran, he didn't do anything intentionally. It's a big fucking beach, Craig. Adrian was the one who came over and started talking to me, I doubt Deran would have even bothered, once he saw that I was with Corbin."

Craig pushed his hands through his hair, his dark curls falling like soft strands of silk over his fingers. Olivia closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose.

"So what Deran came over, told him he was his uncle and then what?"

"They hung out for a bit, we grabbed lunch at the pier and that's about it. Deran didn't say shit." Olivia defended her friend and choice. "After, when we got home, I told Corbin that Deran was his uncle. Once in a while Deran calls and they talk on the phone. Look, Craig, I've always turned you away not because I don't want you to know him, but because I'm scared of what will happen if you get too close."

"Fuck. Fuck!" Craig cursed loudly. An angry growl rumbling through his chest. "Where is he? I want to see him."

"At my mother's. I'm not bringing him over and you are not to go near him! Do you understand?" Olivia glared at Craig, the look in her eyes told him that she wasn't jerking him around.

"He's my kid, why can't I meet him? He's almost ten and I've never laid eyes on him. What kind of mother does that?"

"You know why. I don't want him to be part of this. He's a good kid, Craig. He goes to a really great private school, he's an amazing baseball player, he takes art classes and..." Olivia paused, biting her bottom lip. "He doesn't need this."

Corbin may be a Cody, despite his lack of knowledge on the topic, it didn't mean he had to be part of this. For once it would be nice if someone in this shit show of a family went into the world and did some good.

Everybody had their weaknesses, Olivia was no exception, she knew what happened when you mixed with this family.

Growing up, Olivia had always done the right thing. She rarely broke the rules and was practically a model citizen. During her teen years things had grown rough, her parents divorced when she was twelve, her father moving back to Connecticut leaving her and her younger sister in California. At fourteen, her mother remarried, like any teenager Olivia had hit a rebellion that would end up taking another six years to blow over.

The final act of her rebellion was getting pregnant, while it wasn't intended, things happened and Olivia was stupid enough to let life play out however it damn well pleased.

If she could keep her son bubble wrapped a little longer, she would.

"What are we going to do?"Craig lazily bounced his knee out of agitation.

When Craig got nervous the need for a hit or two grew, clenching and un clenching his fists he sniffed hard and did his best to wait for a solution. Their relationship was so much easier to take, when Olivia was wild and crazy. Back when she was the one with the pocket full of blow and the itch for a good time, Craig missed that chick.

"Do you want to meet him?" Olivia turned sharply.

"What the fuck kind of question is that? Of course I do."

"Then we'll set it up. Give me a few days, I'll work something out. But I want to make it clear, because I am letting you meet him doesn't mean you get to stay in the picture."

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