#ignore the armour please it looked weird w just his head

[theosphobia]

changed my caboose design again immediately after finishing this

[umiarumi]

fucking three houses | raphael kirsten

try to write serious raphael smut challenge (impossible difficulty)

You grunted as your boots skidded against the grass, grimacing as the deer ran in an opposite direction. Watching it run into a distant flower field? You assumed that's what it was at least, otherwise completely clueless to what the hell those plants are.

Sighing, you cursed under your breath as another catch got away. Hunting for the monastery was never something you minded, yet, despite your upbringing, you weren't all too good at it.

You bit your lip before deciding to take after the catch. You weren't about to lose some good praise from Byleth just because of some dumb flower field! "Damnit, it won't hurt to try!"

You sprinted off into the flower field, ignorant of the sickly sweet smell of the pollen. It flew into the air as your nimble feet ran swiftly through the field. The pollen fell upon you and your hair, making you sneeze.

"Welp, no doubt they're flowers." You mumbled to yourself, eyes peeled open for any sight of a catch, as you exited the field, you crouched down to get a silent, low-profile scan of the place.

Funnily enough, it didn't occur to you how a certain tingle sent a pant down your spine. The way a rush of blood spurred through you.

"Nothing yet... damn, why am I so puffed?" You panted, wiping your forehead.

Chuckling, you got up and silently stalked the surrounding area. Raph could wait a while longer, but even though his love for food encouraged you, the sheer size of the dude didn't bring you too much hope.

"Well, everything aside, I still have the fish and herbs. Nothing like a bit of 'I tried!' To solve the day!" You cheered yourself up. Yet, that was when you noticed it.

You noticed the tingle which travelled down your spine, the bursts of heat rushing to your core, the pumping blood which seemed to heighten your senses.

"Then, what the hell did I run through..." You pondered. Trudging back through the field, memorising the appearance of the flowers. "I'll tell Manuela about these, if only we still had the other classes... Dedue or Ashe could've known something?"

As soon as you exited the other side, that oh so familiar pang struck you. You groaned as you slipped to the ground. "Fuck... what the hell?"

You crawled towards a tree, shielding your vulnerability. The sudden urge to satisfy and be satisfied was all too familiar to you now. Damnit! If only Claude or Ignatz were here, they wouldn't mind... surely.

"Ngh, damnit." You huffed, looking around the dense forest. You'd never been too much of an exhibitionist, and as undeniably hot as the thought of getting off in front of anyone was, you couldn't entertain it now.

God, it felt like you would die if you didn't satisfy yourself now. "Just... for safety... right?" You groaned, hand making its way down to your shorts.

You'd swapped out the armour for shorts considering the tiring activity, yet that useless information didn't plague you now. What was restricting you from getting your needs was.

Lifting your hips, you slipped out of your shorts and underwear. You moaned softly as your significantly colder hands met your heated pussy.

Your fingers delicately rubbed your clit, before diving straight in. You had no time nor interest in teasing yourself, you just needed release.

As you pumped your middle and index fingers in and out of your vagina, the only sounds of the forest seemed to be the birds chattering and the lewd sloshing of your cunt.

You groaned in annoyance, it wasn't enough. It wasn't deep enough, it wasn't big enough. You needed to be filled, it was such a base desire... why can't you fill it?!

"Hey, is that you pal?" The booming voice of Raphael called out to you.

You hissed a curse, scrambling to be at least somewhat decent, yet it was too late.

"Raphael, I-I can explain!" You interrupted him, his grin coming down onto your body before it faulted.

"W-Woah! You're naked! I'm sorry!" He yelled, and you quickly shushed him.

"Q-quieter please, Damn! I-I walked into some weird flowers... they made me... this way." You mumbled, panting at the emptiness.

He slowly nodded, looking over to the field you suggested. "And it's making you, uh, wanna do the dirty?" He asked curiously, laughing.

"Well, yeah." You bluntly stated.

"But, no matter. I'll deal with it when we get back..." You groaned, shifting to stand up.

"I can help you, ya know." He deadpanned, looking down at you. The sheer difference in size was only more noticeable in this situation. It made you wonder.

You don't know how you got here, men offering themselves to you... well, you weren't complaining.

"Y-you can...? You really don't mind?" You asked incredulously, heaving as you held his gaze

"Yeah, you're a friend in need and who am I to deny you! Besides, you are really pretty..." He blushed, looking away.

You would usually blush, but the heat on your face simply couldn't get redder right now.

"Then, Raphael... please."

And with your words, he leant over to pick you up. You gasped as you were lifted, body relieved as it was stripped of its constant tightening.

"Wow, you're already so wet. But, uh, could you help me warm up a little more?" He asked, looking down at the growing bulge in his pants. It wasn't even fully hard?! How the hell would that fit... no... no, you needed that in you. It didn't matter, he would be the one to satisfy you.

As he shrugged his slacks off, he grinned nervously at you. Your jaw hung open, he could hold a record with that thing.

"You don't mind if I use you, right?" He asked cautiously, asking for your consent.

"Please, do." You said, drooling at the anticipation.

He nodded, moving you up and down his dick, the wetness of your cunt giving him lubricant. The two of you moaned softly.

After a few repeated motions of this, he grew rock hard. You gulped, yet it felt more out of excitement than nerves now.

"You ready?" He asked, tilting his head. It was funny, even now he reminded you of a big puppy.

You nodded, biting your lip in anticipation.

And no sooner did you feel your back get slammed against the tree, did you feel the overwhelming filling sensation of Raphael bottoming out.

You moaned in unison, basking in the pleasure. Yet it only got better as he began to thrust, pushing you against the tree.

You opened your squeezed eyes to see the once nervous young man now a grinning, overarching figure,

The sight made you moan louder, and Raphael moved one hand supporting you to unbutton your top. As he tore your bra off, your face darkened impossibly further as your tits bounced out.

Raphael's gaze became transfixed on the routine bouncing and slapping of your tits, and so he thrust harder. You groaned, feeling yourself tighten.

"It's alright now, I'm gonna make you feel all better!" He groaned, slamming in and out of you harder. You could hardly even moan anymore, gasping in routine with his thrusts.

"Soooooo good, Raph!" You slurred, struggling to speak. He smirked at this, laughing as he thrust harder.

"You're so tight! But, you're a real good girl for fitting me in, nice and snug." He complimented, spurring you closer to your end.

You couldn't think, no... you didn't even want to. The overwhelming pleasure of Raphael's dick in and out of you was too much. Too good.

"You look so tasty like this! I'll have to try you some time!" He grunted as he stopped speaking, and as he felt you tighten around him, he got the signal.

The thrusting got impossibly deeper, harder and faster. Just how much stamina did he have?!

That was a stupid question, we're talking about Raphael here.

With a sudden, sharp, thrust you felt your cunt spasm. "Oh-Ooohhhh~" You moaned, body relaxing and tightening. Raphael bit his lip, apologising as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. You couldn't let out a noise, the overstimulating pleasure all too much.

And at the extra tightening, Raphael let out a loud groan as he came, the spurts of cum filling you up, a fulfilling warmth encompassing you.

"Now, let's just make sure that pollen hasn't got you anymore... a few more rounds should help, and I'm not tired!"

"W-wait, more!?"

[mythicamagic]

Unorthodox: a Sesskag oneshot

Summary: Kagome is pleasantly surprised to receive a present from Sesshoumaru for White Day... until she glimpses the contents inside her gift box.

AN: Written for the Sesskag 2021 Big Bang event on tumblr! @chierafied​ 

I was paired with @milomai-art​ and here’s their lovely artwork: https://milomai-art.tumblr.com/post/648766972634513408/unorthodox-mythicamagic-inuyasha-a-feudal

Rated K+

Words: 3,000

You can read it on Ao3, Dokuga or fanfiction.net. 

Unorthodox

Valentine's day had come and gone, with a notable difference this year for Kagome compared with the last lonely three;

Her return to the Sengoku Jidai.

To celebrate reuniting with her beloved friends, she'd gone all out. Everyone received gifts, right down to Myoga and Jaken; no one had been excluded.

For all her efforts, however, she expected nothing in return. Though she'd explained the concept to the Inutachi, Sango and Miroku were much too busy looking after their children to keep track of dates, Shippo was often away at Kitsune school and Inuyasha had been absent as of late. Besides that, since their relationship had ended, the subject of Valentine's had become an awkward one. She'd had to stress the platonic intent behind her gift to him.

Therefore, Kagome had pretty much forgotten all about White Day by the time it rolled around.

Exiting Kaede's hut with a tub of water in her arms, intending to give the old miko's horse a good scrub down, she dug in her heels the second exquisite silks, armour and a fur pelt registered- having blinked into existence before her. Kagome gaped, swaying. Water sloshed, some spilling to their feet.

"Uh hi," looking up at grave, handsome features, she arched a brow. Sesshoumaru stared at her fervently. "Nice to see you, Sesshoumaru," adjusting her grip, Kagome sidestepped him and flashed a warm smile, used to his minimalistic approach to conversation by now. "Do you need something? Inuyasha isn't here. I think he's helping the next village over repair a-"

"I am not here for him."

Kagome noted his succinct tone, sounding more defensive than usual. Setting down the wooden tub carefully, she straightened, tilting her head. "Then what are you here for?"

"White Day."

"White... ah!" Kagome gasped, "that's right! How did you know about that?" she blinked, noticing he looked extra grumpy today. His jaw ticked, golden eyes narrow. Slowly, the miko brightened. "No way. Did you... get me something?" she breathed, strangely touched.

Of all people, Sesshoumaru had remembered? Was she dreaming?

A hand thrust out stiffly towards her, balancing a small box upon his palm.

Accepting it with thanks, heat touched her cheeks. Weird. She really shouldn't be indulging this- or feeling kind of happy. It didn't mean anything to be pleased, right? Was she even allowed to feel warm and fuzzy towards her ex's brother?

Opening the lid, Kagome tried to squash her excitement- peering down. Slowly, she reached in, retrieving a silky soft thing.

It appeared to be made of something long, silver and fine, the material woven into a pretty design. A bracelet of silk, if she could hazard a guess.

"Um, thank you," Kagome raised her gaze. "What's it made of, out of curiosity? It's very soft."

Sesshoumaru appeared pleased, preening a little. "Only the finest material."

"Really?" she stroked it. "I hope you didn't go to any trouble on my account."

He scoffed, midsummer gaze smiling slightly as his tone became haughty and prideful, "it was no trouble to use this one's own hair."

Kagome dropped the bracelet back into the box. "Whut?"

Lithe fingers combed indulgently into his fall of lustrous silver hair, "you need not be alarmed. The strands grew back quickly."

That isn't what's alarming me, Kagome silently screamed. Now that she was paying attention though, the pale bracelet really did resemble the demon lord's long flowing locks.

Her hand recoiled a little from the box. "W-well, um... thank you very much," Kagome said thinly. "It's a very thoughtful gift. Truly."

Sesshoumaru's keen, piercing eyes roved over her strained features, voice deepening. "If you do not wish to accept it-"

"N-no, I do! I'll wear it right now!" Kagome grabbed it madly, fiddling with the thing while repressing a shudder. She tried and failed to secure the clasp, stiffening when large hands closed over her hand.

The demon lord leaned forward- that same hair currently being secured around her wrist falling free from behind a pointed ear. Silver strands draped down like a gossamer curtain, tickling her flushed, sensitive skin.

Sesshoumaru tilted his head up, expression unreadable.

Shifting her wrist, Kagome observed the threads of hair wrapped around it. His bracelet felt odd, the concept totally foreign. However, she could feel how much the gesture meant to him. She didn't fear offending him because of his dark temper- more because she cared about his feelings and wanted to nurture any hint of a bond between them.

"Thank you," Kagome said. "No one else brought me anything today, so I'm...I'm grateful."

Even if it was the weirdest thing she'd ever received. A bracelet made of hair wasn't exactly traditional.

Straightening, Sesshoumaru's lips thinned as his eyes flickered with confusion.

Kagome blinked, wondering what else he'd envisioned her saying.

"Hn," inclining his head regally, he pivoted sharply and began stalking away quickly, giving a swift kill to the conversation.

---

Without a frame of reference for how long he desired her to wear it, Kagome tugged her sleeve down to hide the bracelet from curious eyes during the next few days. She tried to ignore the sensation of hair continually brushing her skin.

"I wonder if it means something important," Kagome examined it while sprawled out upon a grassy hill, taking a break from her miko duties Kaede had started dishing out ever since her return.

Sesshoumaru had seemed extremely serious while giving it to her. Then again, the gift could've meant nothing. Maybe his hair was just THAT valuable in the Daiyoukai's opinion. She snorted, twisting her wrist and watching silver threads catch on sunlight, making it shine white. "His ego is big enough. I'd believe it. Heh, maybe he'd also give me one of his eyelashes, or a fingernail or..."

Why was Sesshoumaru heading towards her?

Sitting up and fussing absentmindedly with her hair- removing a few stray leaves- Kagome felt heat flood her face.

Okay, no- she shook herself, putting a firm lid over the butterflies taking flight in her stomach. Too strange. Enough of that.

The Daiyoukai stopped a few feet away, expression detached. Kagome knew by now to ignore it in favour of looking into his eyes. They were intent and unblinking today, hinting at his seriousness.

"Hi," she said, patting a spot next to her. "It's rare for you to visit the village again during the same week. What's up?"

Sesshoumaru cocked his head to the side at her odd term. Kagome bit her lip, finding it endearing. Her attention strayed, noticing yet another box sitting innocently upon his hand.

She paled. Oh no.

Gracefully sweeping himself down onto one knee- he thrust the new box out towards her, giving Kagome a dizzying sense of Déjà vu.

I was joking about the fingernails. Please be something normal. Please.

Accepting it gingerly, blue eyes flicked up towards him. "White day is over, you know."

"This one is aware."

"So...why the new gift?"

Sesshoumaru pretended to be interested in the gentle bubbling stream not too far away. "Because it pleases me to give it to you."

He was so difficult to figure out. Not wanting to squash his newfound sense of generosity, Kagome carefully removed the lid.

The contents did not look promising.

Trying not to jump to conclusions, she reached in and removed the long necklace. A single solitary tooth hung from the chord.

"Ah," Kagome squinted. "Open your mouth a sec."

Sesshoumaru's lips parted wordlessly, mouth opening wider to reveal a gap where one of his sharp canines used to be.

"This...is yours?" she asked weakly.

Sesshoumaru closed his mouth and nodded primly. "It will serve you well, should you have need of it."

In what way would I ever have need of a tooth? a wrinkle marred her brow as she considered it, coming to a small realisation. "To make a sword from?"

"Hn."

Well, that explained a small piece of the puzzle. In a very 'Sesshoumaru' way- it almost seemed a little sweet, practical even.

However, this did not help assuage her naturally squeamish reaction while looking at the freshly plucked tooth.

"Thanks," she said lamely. "I-I'm sure it'll be very useful if I visit Totosai in the future."

Her answer didn't seem to be what he was looking for. Sesshoumaru's gaze flitted from her to the dangling fang. "Females... prefer jewels, make-up or clothing, I suppose."

Kagome scratched her cheek, "depends on the lady- but you really don't have to worry, Sesshoumaru," laying a hand over pale knuckles resting upon his knee, she gave a squeeze. "I'm touched you're being so thoughtful. There's no need to give me anything else though, I have more than enough."

His nostrils flared, jaw setting stubbornly. He drew himself up to stand, "you are too modest."

Feeling thoroughly discombobulated, Kagome could only watch as he pivoted with all the grace of a dainty dancer, stalking away with billowing sleeves.

---

For two weeks, Sesshoumaru continued visiting the village at random intervals. His flair for turning up at the most unexpected times made it difficult for Kagome to anticipate his visits. Sometimes he'd arrive bright and early, others- nearing nightfall. Occasionally he'd visit Rin, but their interactions seemed distracted. Rin would whisper fiercely to him while gesturing in Kagome's direction, but he'd ultimately leave without speaking a word to the miko.

It was odd, confusing. She'd used to think of Sesshoumaru as a fairly straightforward demon. As of late, he'd been downright unpredictable and... flakey. She kind of missed their previous easy interactions when she'd pick herbs and prattle on while he occasionally offered a word or two. His silence had felt comfortable rather than awkward.

I don't know how to get that back, Kagome thought sadly.

A chilly wind passed by, breeze rushing around her exposed neck. Adjusting her miko garb, she sneezed, shivering a little. Autumn would soon be on its way.

The heat of an intense stare sent a new chill down her spine. Kagome turned, sensing it- only to find Sesshoumaru gazing at her intently.

Was it her imagination, or did he seem absurdly pleased? As though struck by a revelation.

As was typical behaviour for him, the demon lord began walking away without a word.

---

Trudging back from training in the woods, Kagome shouldered her bow while walking around a thick tree- only to quickly stop, almost bumping straight into polished armour.

Sesshoumaru stood before her, holding another box. This time it was larger, more of a rectangular shape.

"M-more?" Kagome squeaked. Her heart thundered. It felt like so long since they'd last spoken.

Sesshoumaru inclined his head gravely, "hn."

Biting her lip and somewhat dreading what cast-off part of him could be inside this time, Kagome grasped the lid and removed it- only to slam it abruptly back down.

"What… what is that?" she asked thinly.

Sesshoumaru's lashes fell shut and slid open in an unruffled blink.

"My fur."

I thought as much.

Kagome removed the lid with trepidation once more, lifting out the lush, soft coat. Even while her hands sank into the cloud-like material, blue eyes remained wide with distress.

Sesshoumaru seemed to guess her line of thinking. "It is discarded fur that I have shed, not cleaved off. Do not worry."

"O-okay," she said thinly. It's still weird though. Too weird. Imagine if I'd made a coat of shed skin.

It was so odd that Kagome felt a line needed to be drawn, placing it back into the box and numbly accepting it from him. "Sesshoumaru… I have to put my foot down now. I appreciate your gifts but I can't accept any more."

He stiffened, the burning embers in his eyes freezing into glassy orbs.

Kagome rushed to explain, "it's very sweet of you, and I appreciate the thought. I'm just not, uh…sure they're suited for a human. Besides, you seem to be worrying about what to get me instead of talking to me. I'd rather we just spoke like old times instead of this awkwardness."

"I see," he said stiffly.

She took a step forward, eyes widening when he took one back and turned. "This one did not intend to give you things deemed inappropriate and unwelcome. Farewell."

"Wait-!"

Too late, Sesshoumaru blurred away from her outstretched hand.

Kagome grit her teeth, sighing and balancing the box on one hand. Damn it.

Slowly, Kagome lowered the box onto a tree stump and gingerly lifted the coat. It felt lush and divine, her hands disappearing within the sheer volume of fur. Sliding her arms into the sleeves and putting it on, Kagome wrapped it around herself, feeling like she were enclosed in a giant fluffy cloud. His static youki brushed her skin intimately, fanning out from the strands.

It was big. It was a little ridiculous. It was wonderful.

Kagome groaned, burying her face in her hands. Sure, the idea of him collecting his shed fur to sew into a coat was strange by human standards, but actually wearing the coat, she now understood his simplistic intent.

He'd just wanted her to be warm.

"You're such a weirdo," she grumbled, blushing and dipping her nose into the fur. It smelled like him; wild forests, with the hint of refined smoke from a pipe.

Maybe she was weird too.

---

He was absent for an entire month.

Sesshoumaru figured it would help ease the sting of rejection. The second he caught Kagome's fragrance, however, it was like an old wound had been ripped open again.

His lips thinned, firmly keeping all emotion locked tight behind a placid mask as he visited Rin.

Chatting with the girl allowed him to soothe his stung ego for a while, distracted by Rin's news about the village and her training. Occasionally she would mention the miko and his chest would tighten again. How pathetic of him.

Once his cup lay empty and Rin mentioned the need to leave in order to assist the older miko, Sesshoumaru took his leave.

Stepping foot outside Kaede's hut, however, he froze.

Kagome stiffened before him, swathed in furs- his furs- he dimly noted.

More than that, lithe fingers curled around the fang resting at her collarbone. The silver bracelet of his hair caught the light before disappearing beneath the length of her sleeve.

Kagome's cheeks heated, and she thrust out a box, letting it rest on her palm.

"I asked around," she muttered. "Inuyasha was clueless, and Shippo kept laughing whenever I tried to ask him what was going on. Luckily Myoga happened to stop by," blue eyes pinned him in place. "You could've told me what all the gifts meant instead of leaving me in the dark."

Sesshoumaru did not accept the box just yet. "I thought my intentions were achingly clear."

Embarrassingly so, for a proud demon.

"Not for humans!" she huffed, lowering her hands a little. "I was confused the whole time! How was I supposed to know that you were giving me a betrothal bracelet, or that the fang was for any half-demon children I might have when they need a sword? I kind of figured out the coat, but I didn't know it represented your intentions to provide for me."

Sesshoumaru stared. Oh. Perhaps he should've listened to Rin about courting the miko after all.

Cheeks scarlet, Kagome sighed, lifting the lid of her box off and removing something from inside.

"May I?"

Sesshoumaru nodded dazedly, golden eyes widening. His entire being thrummed, heart picking up speed.

Shifting closer, Kagome pushed some dark locks behind her ear, the length slightly shorter than usual. Sliding a black bracket around his striped wrist, Kagome swallowed. Her hair had been woven into a band much like his, though nowhere near as intricate.

The demon stared at it, fixated. Baser instincts purred.

Molten gold eyes slowly raised to pin her with a disarmingly reverent look. He spoke no words of poetry, no love or longing, but it was there, he hoped. Abundantly clear. Kagome seemed to recognise it for what it was now.

She smiled a little, hugging her arms and scuffing her foot. "Don't get the wrong idea; I'm not saying I'll jump into marriage with you, but it turns out I'm kind of interested in dating you. Really... interested," Kagome forced out, obviously embarrassed but soldiering on. "If it's okay, we could...do that," she finished lamely.

Sesshoumaru took a step forward, invading her personal space. She blushed exactly the way he'd hoped she would, babbling. "So the uh- think of the bracelet as a dating bracelet! Maybe down the line it could...it could become an engagement thing," she murmured, voice dimming in the wake of his proximity.

"Hn," honeyed eyes smiled, careful claws unfurling to find her chin. "That would be pleasing," he uttered in a faint rumble, tipping his head down. "I accept."

Satisfaction rolled through him fiercely as she tilted her head just so- lips meeting and brushing feather-light against his. Emboldened, Kagome's hands found the collar of his hankimono just as he took her by the waist as though entering a dance, tightening.

Sesshoumaru let his eyes flutter shut, inhaling sharply through his nose. He could smell her so bright and clear—the sweetness of tangerines, faint, exotic soaps—and her mouth so warm. Kagome kissed him, firmer, hand finding his hair- fingers curling. His breath began to roughen the longer their kisses went on. His heart chanted the truth of it all- 'yours.'

If the foolish woman wanted him, he'd already given himself to her. The ticklish brush of her hair claiming his wrist made him smirk against her mouth, glimpsing his own band of white around hers and revelling in a plume of possessive pride.

Perhaps it was unorthodox by her standards, but they were not exactly normal themselves. And so, Sesshoumaru drowned himself in the curious, raw newness of the strange miko, surrendering to all the oddities that would likely follow during their strange courtship.

End

[dear-alex-chill]

SHADOW WAR EPILOGUE

There was a loud buzzing and ringing in his ears. Someone was talking but he couldn't hear, he felt like he was underwater. That's when he felt the pain kick in. It felt like someone had dragged him by his shoulders through all of Duckburg and back to the bin before throwing him and leaving him. Gyro groaned before turning his head to the side and feeling a mix of water and spit fall out of his mouth. He was pretty sure he tasted something like iron but he wasn't going to think of that. He coughed up more water still unable to move. Eventually he was able to breathe on his own as he layed there still not opening his eyes. He could tell it wasn't light out so he simply layed there unmoving. Gyro secretly hoped that he'd fall back into unconsciousness soon so he could fast forward the pain. His wish came true as he embraced the sweet numbness.

--5 Minutes Prior with Fenton----

They had done it! They had defeated Magica and he got his suit back. Everyone was swimming in the money ((or at least trying to)) except for Scrooge who was staring out. Fenton walked over, wondering if Scrooge too had seen a weird shadow ball covered in purple magic fall out of the sky during the battle. Fenton had just showed up when it happened, he assumed it was debris, but one could never tell.

"Penny for your thoughts?" He offered to Scrooge

Scrooge stared ahead, his eyes scanning the water. "Where'd he go?" He muttered

"Um, who exactly?" He asked. Was someone lost or hurt? Did someone get carried off by the shadows? Did magica still have power? Was there another threa-

"Gyro."

Fentons heart stopped as a sinking feeling quickly replaced the victorious buzz he had been feeling. "W-what?"

"He was flung into the ocean during battle. I didn't get the chance to see him resurface." Scrooge stated looking at the water.

Fenton felt his heart quicken. "Was he uh, was he surrounded by shadows and purple light?" He asked nervously

"Yes. Magica wanted to sacrafice him but that old coon couldn't tell if I was lying by saying he was a work aquaintence" Scrooge chuckled a little.

"..oh.." Fenton murmured

"I'm sure he's fine. Gyro's a lot tougher than he looks, and for what we give him credit for" he added before turning back to his family.

"Thanks for the help lad." Scrooge said walking away leaving Fenton alone with his worries.

Gyro had been the one in that blast. Fenton just assumed no one could survive it so it must've been debris. His heart rate sped up even more as he nervously walked to the edge of the bin staring at the water. Fenton shook his head, deciding to go down to the beach/shore instead. He'd probably get a better view from there.

---

Fenton walked along the shore looking at the water out ahead of him hoping to see a sign of anything. A rubber life jacket floated past that looked like it could fit one of the kids but nothing else was out there. Fenton kept walking as the light faded. Maybe Gyro had made it to the opposite shore? Maybe Gyro went back into the bin and was down in the lab? Maybe Gyro was safe at home treating his wounds? Fenton hoped it was the last option but his gut said different. He kept walking, staring at the great expanse of water before he heard something. It sounded like a labored groan from another creature. Fenton turned his head curiously before he spotted a familiar shade of yellow amongst the sand. He ran over to it, picking up Gyro's hat that was laying on the ground. He held it close to his chest; It still smelled like Gyro. It also smelt like seawater, fish, and dirt but that didn't matter to Fenton. Fenton inhaled the scent his heart beating more as he felt calm for a moment. Naturally his anxiety returned and heightened but he had a new sense of determination. If Gyro's hat had made it back then so would Gyro, he couldn't be too far. Another groan this time quieter suprised Fenton as he looked around, spotting a hand upturned towards the sky. Fenton ran over still holding the hat, he slowed down as he got to the person.

It was Gyro.

Gyro was there lying in the sand, one arm up by his head the other one limp at his side, his body partially turned on the side. His hair was messy, soaked, and dirty. His feathers were coated in sand and Fenton was sure that Gyro would not want to wear that outfit again. Fenton looked at Gyros face, crouching down and brushing the hair out of his eyes. Gyro was peaceful almost, obviously ignoring the small amount of blood on his beak and the obviously horrid condition he was in. Gyro's face was relaxed, the bags under his eyes lessened and he wasn't scowling or frowning. Fenton felt tears come to his eyes as he smiled seeing Gyro in one piece. That smile quickly faded when he realized Gyro was breathing very shallowly, his chest rising and falling only once every 15 seconds. Fenton knew Gyro needed medical attention ASAP but he wouldn't be able to carry him himself and yelling wouldn't do that much good. Fenton stepped back a solid 3 feet before yelling out,

"Blathering Blatherskite!" As the armour came flying towards him.

'this should do it' he thought looking at the Gizmosuit armour on him before he rolled over and scooped up Gyro, carrying the man bridle style and grabbing Gyro's hat. Gyro's body was limp in his gizmo-arms, his head lolled to the side. Fenton looked at him sadly praying to God he would be ok. Fenton rolled back to the bin to be greeted by everyone, as Fenton held up Gyro, Scrooge's face hardened demanding Fenton take him to the hospital and Launchpad to start the car. Donald and Beakly took the kids inside promising them a sleepover in the bin and vending machine snacks.

--3 Days Later with Gyro--

There it was again.

That blasted buzzing/ringing sound.

Gyro let out a growl or a grumble or some sound to express his annoyance before realizing his throat hurt. Gyro cracked open his eyes just a tiny bit to see where he was. It was a room that was both familiar and oddly different. White walls, a small tv shaped blob, some steady beeping sound, muted colors, Fenton at the foot of his bed, sheets, industrial cleaning smell, closed curtains- wait, Fenton at the foot of his bed?! Gyro looked down more, unable to make out the details but able to see a tan blob with a yellow blob and part of a purple blob.

"Wh-hmmm?" He slurred as the blob moved. Gyro now saw two eye shapes as the blob moved more, it looked like Fenton was looking for something he had.

Gyro slowly blinked, trying to squint and see Fenton or anything more than 2 feet away from him really. The blob moved closer before he put something on Gyro's face, Gyro's vision cleared up as he was able to see around him. Sure enough Gyro was in the hospital, wearing a cheap hospital gown, with Fenton there to see whatever condition he was in. Gyro felt a sharp pain in his chest as he winced, Fentons face growing in concern.

"Sir are you ok?"

"I'm just fine" Gyro replied through clenched teeth

"You can't expect me to believe that statement" Fenton replied

"I can hope" Gyro responded feeling the pain subside to a dull throb.

"Well you should rest. You're not getting released until tommorow anyways. No point in faking your fine"

"But I am fine!" Gyro protested trying to move before feeling his shoulders hurt too and settling to lay back.

Fenton walked over putting his hand on Gyro's.

"I'm glad you're back sir" he said warmly

"T-thanks.." Gyro mumbled looking away

"I'm serious, I'm glad you're alive." Fenton replied

"Well, I'm not exactly. I mean, I'm gonna be in debt for years being in this hospital room! How long was I out anyways?"

"3 days" Fenton replied as Gyro leaned back groaning

"I'm financially fucked." He deadpanned

"I wouldn't say that.." Fenton said

"Well I would. Why do you think me and Manny gave a grade-A medkit in the lab? I'll tell you it's not company policy." Gyro responded, his mood sour.

Fenton looked at the door, "I'm sure you'll be fine. I can try to help if you want?" He suggested

"Oh no. No way. You are not paying a cent. That's final" Gyro said stubbornly

"Neither of you are paying a cent." Another voice said as both of them turned to see who it was. Scrooge walked in the room, shutting the door.

Gyro leaned back miserably, 'could this day get worse?' he thought

"Gyro." Scrooge said as Gyro snapped to attention.

"Y-yes?"

"I'm paying for this hospital stay, so you won't have to worry about that." He said with a small smile.

"T-thank you sir!"

"I'd thank your 'assistant' for getting you from the shore if I were you" Scrooge said nodding towards Fenton. "If not for him we would've lost our greatest inventor"

Gyro looked at Fenton suprised, a blush creeping onto his cheeks

"You have the week off while we redo the lab, if there's any additions within reason, send a report to the office for approval. I have a meeting to attend but,"

He walked over to Gyro, putting a hand on his shoulder

"It's good to have you back, son" he said before leaving as Gyro stared in shock

"Wow.. adoptive son of the richest duck in the world" Fenton joked

"S-shut up" Gyro responded

"Nope. And you can't make me" Fenton teased

"I'll take away your Gizmosuit privileges." Gyro replied

Fenton faked a gasp. "How dare you! After saving your life too!"

"Oh please, we both know you wouldn't let me die." He replied

Fenton sighed knowing he lost. "You're right.."

"Of course I am."

Fenton looked up at Gyro before the nurse walked in.

"Visiting ends in 5 minutes" she said before walking out.

Fenton looked at Gyro as they made eye contact, Fenton smiling a little. "See you tommorow?" He asked

"Sure." Gyro responded

Fenton walked over to Gyro before giving him a mouth boop on the forehead and leaving Gyro a blushing mess.

Gyro layed back in bed staring gay ahead. Gyro thought about that kiss for the rest of the night.

[classified-bluerose]

put me back together vi || quentin beck x reader

chapter six: cut me open, take my heart

a/n: chapter title from ‘’when you walk away’’ by 5sos. i may be taking a short break from this while i figure out where to go from here. i don’t have an exact ending in mind- should it be sad, or happy? or somewhere in between? who knows? not i.

warnings: manipulation, mentions of character death, quentin being a lil bitch, sad mcu scenes mentioned, also (almost) changes to the main plot of the mcu lol that i can’t say here w/out spoiling it. hope ya’ll enjoy.

a/n 2: major liberties taken with the timeline in ffh, the chain of events in ffh, and astral projection. (you’ll see).

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(GIF is not mine)

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stephen answers the phone on the final ring, just before it cuts to voicemail.

‘’ yes? ‘’

‘’ i need to astral project. ‘’

‘’ or hello, as people used to say, ‘’ the sorceror replies drily.

‘’ i don’t have time for pleasantries. this is urgent. how can i do it on my own? ‘’

on the other end of the phone, strange sighs. ‘’ i suppose warning you against it due to the potential dangers of the act is pointless? ‘’

‘’ yep, ‘’ you respond, popping the p.

‘’ and asking you why you need to astral project? ‘’

‘’ i don’t have time. ‘’

‘’ of course you don’t, ‘’ he mutters under his breath, before releasing a breath and turning serious. ‘’ okay. listen carefully, and follow these instructions exactly as i lay them out. ‘’

within thirty minutes, you’re set up and ready to go. taking some steadying breaths you lay in the rectangle of lit candles and close your eyes. focusing on where you want to go.

how long it takes, you can’t be sure. maybe seconds, maybe minutes, maybe hours. eventually, the familiar floating sensation overwhelms your senses and when you reopen your eyes, you look down at your prone form on the ground. weird, you think, never getting used to it no matter how many times you do it.

right. you haven’t got long. ten minutes or less, any longer and the more difficult it will be for you to return to your physical form. you focus on the image of quentin in your mind; sparkling eyes, razorblade smile, smooth charm, slick hair. green smoke and fishbowl helmet, thick armour, flowing cape.

you drift through the plane and find yourself in a nondescript building, worn down and aging badly. quentin’s voice reaches your ears, loud and irritated.

‘’ what do you mean a drone was damaged? why didn’t you go and get it? ‘’

a man, bespectacled, behind a mass of computers. ‘’ it won’t matter, mr.beck, the loss won’t be noticable. ‘’

‘’ except, ‘’ the man himself, centre stage, through gritted teeth, ‘’ that peter parker has found that drone and will figure out the truth. ‘’

a cold breeze shifts around you; no. no. no.

‘’ when i have to kill that kid, his blood will be on your hands! ‘’

quentin roars, gone is the soft tenderness you experienced only hours ago, here is pure rage. this is a tantrum in a man, a storm of pure emotion.

‘’ kill that kid. ‘’

peter.

fuck.

you close your eyes and focus on getting back to yourself. the fear and panic creates obstacles, when you return, night has fallen outside - to your horror.

‘’ shit. shit. shit! ‘’

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how many times can i screw up? you think to yourself, as you wait for quentin in your hotel room.

how many more people can i hurt, by not realising things until it’s too late? you close your eyes as a montage of painful memories plays across the screen of your mind.

steve’s secrets, tony, broken and alone in siberia. stephen and peter, the guardians, fading away to dust in front of your eyes. natasha’s hand slipping from yours on vormir; tony with the gauntlet and the stones swallowing him up in an easy gulp.

your hands start to shake. peter. please be okay. peter has to be okay.

‘’ honey? what’s going on? ‘’

you hadn’t even heard him arriving. you don’t look up, too fearful of what you may see in his face. too fearful of what he may see in your own.

he calls your name softly, worry in his tone. angry voices bite inside you. liar. falsehoods. trickster.

his footsteps grow closer and you raise your head, never opening your eyes.

this is where your illusion shatters. this is where his begins.

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‘’ quentin beck - formerly employed by tony stark, under the illusion technology department. ‘’

quentin’s blood runs cold.

‘’ fired in 2014, due to instability and potential to become a danger to those around him. ‘’

his jaw clenches tight enough to ache. no. no. he will not let tony stark ruin this for him.

‘’ following beck’s departure from stark industries, tony stark unveils a new therapuetic technique, named BARF - binarily augmented retroframing. ‘’

your eyes open to meet his. brutal, unforgiving, a fire of ice blazing. mouth a harsh snarl, a far cry from the usual kind expression he sees.

‘’ listen to me. i can explain. ‘’

you don’t let him.

‘’ so, hang on. let me see if i’ve got this right, ‘’ you start, ‘’ you work for tony for years. you give your blood, sweat, and tears to a project that is more like, say, your baby, than a project. that’s right, yeah? ‘’

quentin tries to steady his breathing. ‘’ please, just - ‘’

‘’ so, tony fires you. right after you’ve made a big break in your work. cites the reason that you’re not stable enough to keep working on this project. you want to weaponise it. tony doesn’t, having shut down manufacturing of weapons years before. so ... what? you spend the next ten years working on this revenge plot? ‘’

you cock your head to the side and narrow your eyes. ‘’ or do you wait until he’s dead? because you know you can’t actually pull this shit off with him around. that he would figure it out in a nanosecond. because you can just about compete with a child? ‘’

he yells your name, reaching his breaking point.

you ignore him but match the volume. ‘’ did i i get it right, mr. beck? have i missed anything out? ‘’

‘’ you don’t understand and now you won’t listen! ‘’

‘’ i have heard enough from you! ‘’ you laugh, rolling like thunder, low and dangerous. you sober up suddenly. ‘’ the only thing i want you to say? where. is. peter. ‘’

quentin falls silent. you can hear your own heartbeat as he refuses to meet your eyes.

‘’ where is he? ‘’ your tone, edged with desperation, grows aggressive, causing quentin to nearly wince away.

‘’ he had to be dealt with. ‘’ (quentin hopes he sounds more confident than he feels.)

you laugh again, no mirth, just sharp edges. ‘’ don’t. don’t you dare- quentin, where is peter? ‘’

he looks at you with sorrow weighing down his handsome features; features that you now want to punch, hard.

‘’ i’m sorry. it wasn’t supposed to go this way. ‘’

like ice water flooding your veins, everything around you freezes. you shake your head, words failing you.

‘’ you can’t have - you can’t - ‘’

quentin holds up his hands and slowly walks up to you. ‘’ i’m so sorry, ‘’ he repeats, and you’d almost believe him, if you could process anything in this moment.

peter. dead?

you let him down - again.

a ragged breath rips its way from your chest, knees buckling.

‘’ please, let me - ‘’

you rear back when quentin comes close enough to touch. ‘’ no. no. don’t. don’t you fucking - don’t you put a hand on me. you liar. liar. cheat. evil, manipulative, lying- ‘’

‘’ now, now, ‘’ quentin chides, almost hurt, ‘’ that’s not very nice. hmm? like i said - it wasn’t supposed to go like this. poor peter, he just - i tried to get him out of the way but he just. kept. interfering. ‘’ quentin chuckles, in a way that says ‘’i mean, what else was i to do? ‘’

you stare, swallowing down tears.

‘’ it’s a shame, ‘’ quentin sighs, ‘’ because i liked the kid. really, i did, ‘’ he insists, searching your face for something that will let him know you believe his words. ‘’ but, casualties happen. ‘’ he says it so matter-of-factly, you can’t even stop yourself.

he’s lying on his back and your knuckles are burning in the blink of an eye; it’s a good thing for quentin that your powers aren’t on full blast, otherwise the blow most likely would have killed him.

as it is, when he sits back up, stunned, his nose is crooked, streaming blood. he winces furiously when he touches two fingers to the swollen appendage, and then tilts his head and clicks his tongue against his teeth.

‘’ i really wish you hadn’t done that. ‘’

you open your mouth to speak - just as the room falls away beneath you. leaving you stranded in a black box. empty. vacant.

‘’ quentin? ‘’ you call out, trying to keep the anger in your voice. ‘’ quentin, don’t. ‘’ the warning comes as more of a plea and you hate that.

‘’ it’s gonna be okay, honey, ‘’ his voices comes from everywhere and no-where at the same time, disorientating as you get to your feet and stumble around the space. ‘’ don’t worry. you’ll see, soon. you’ll understand. ‘’

a low buzzing begins in the distance. your heart hammers against your chest, panic tightening your throat as breathing grows more and more difficult. ‘’ quentin, please- ‘’ you whisper, brokenly, and he almost wants to cut the scene. end the illusion. have you in his arms again, feel you kiss him, touch him, smile at him.

the buzzing grows louder and he watches you spin around and around as you try to make sense of your surroundings.

you don’t understand, not yet - he has to make you understand.

‘’ it’s gonna be okay, honey, ‘’ he promises a second time, sad and hopeless.

a swarm of wasps descend upon you, you shriek and slap them away, more appearing out of thin air. quentin tries to block out your yells of fear and pleas, ‘’ quentin, stop - stop it! please, stop it! ‘’

it’s okay, he whispers to himself, it’s gonna be okay. he draws out a syringe from a pocket on his hip, approaching you quietly.

you punch the air and twist and turn. trying to escape the flurry of buzzing wings swallowing you whole. one of them stings you, a pinch in your neck. dizziness warps your vision, loosens your limbs, throws the world up in the air.

you drift away into nothingness, peter’s face the last thing you see, in your mind.

quentin’s voice the last thing that you hear. whispering in your ear.

‘’ we’ll get through this, honey. don’t worry. i’m gonna keep you safe. ‘’

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[loki-hargreeves]

Loki, Illusions - Chapter 10

(Chapter 9)

Your P.O.V.

The next morning, Frigga asked me to join her for tea. I hadn't received a lot of sleep so I was quite tired as I woke up in the glamorous room. The sun was shining brightly and it lit up even the darkest corners inside. I stretched my limbs and yawned deeply before I went to the bathroom. I took a warm bath and I used some well-scented oils to wash my body. My hair felt soft as silk as I dried it. I put on a little bit of make-up that they had here on Asgard; blush, something black that worked as mascara and even something to make my brows look better.

A maid had put a clean dress on the bed for me. It was absolutely stunning! The dress was soft green with a slit in the front, revealing a golden lace fabric. It had a lot of gorgeous patterns and it was overall gorgeous. I got dressed quickly and I put on the same shoes I had used yesterday. That's when I heard a knock on the door and Frigga walked in, looking elegant as heck.

''Hi'' I greeted the woman who seemed like a nice mother. ''Good morning'' She smiled and looked at the dress I was wearing. I couldn't help but to feel a little strange, suddenly living the Asgardian life. Something made her eyes sparkle but she didn't say anything about me. ''Are you ready?'' Frigga wanted to know and she met my eyes again. I nodded and that's how we left my room.

I followed Frigga through Odin's throne hall to a balcony with a full view of Asgard. There was a round table there with tea already ready for us. It even had some baked goods that seemed delicious. Frigga and I sat down and that's when my nerves began to grow tense. Why did she want to speak with me? Had I done something bad already?

''As they grew up, I noticed that Loki had always been interested in your story. He wanted me to read it again and again'' Frigga started a conversation with a smile as she gazed down the castle's balcony. I wasn't sure what to feel as she told me that but it made me happy. ''I'm flattered'' I shrugged shyly and sipped my tea. It was hot but it didn't burn my tongue. It tasted a lot like lemon tea.

''I was convinced that he knew you were real. I knew you existed but I couldn't just blurt it out'' She then admitted more seriously. She woke up my curiosity each second that passed. ''When I look at you, I see something significant. You're going to fulfil a prophecy and..'' Frigga stopped in her tracks and she grabbed her porcelain cup. I wanted to know what she was going to say but I didn't care to ask her.

''I know you visited Loki last night'' She changed the topic. There was a hint of pain in her voice and it was sad. ''I couldn't control myself'' I sighed quietly, remembering the scary feeling last night as my powers seemed to overflow. ''That's why Loki should get out of prison, to help you'' She spoke surely. My eyes widened and I nearly choked on my tea.

''I thought Odin put him there..'' I mumbled in confusion. Frigga shushed me as a guard walked past us. We sat in silence for a while until we were sure no one was listening. ''Odin is stubborn but he can be controlled. Trust me, I've known him for centuries'' Frigga spoke warmly. I began to understand why Loki adored her so much. It filled me with pure joy that she wanted Loki to get out as well.

''You must have questions, dear'' Frigga said after a while. She was right. Ever since I came here, I had been filled with thoughts that so far had been left unanswered. ''Do you know who my true parents were?'' I asked Frigga as I held the warm cup in my hands. For some reason, my heart began to beat harder again.

The look on Frigga's face was compassionate. ''I can show you their memorials'' She promised me kindly. I nodded and then took a deep, refreshing breath. Finally, someone was answering my questions and I was building a bond with the Goddess in front of me. Loki and Thor's mother seemed like an amazing woman and I could understand why Loki cared about her so much.

***

Frigga and I had finished out tea moment and she had to go to do her daily duties. Luckily, I was allowed to explore the castle. I roamed the huge halls, eyeing the paintings and the beautiful yet odd things that were on display. Soon I would face Odin again and attempt to speak some sense into the king's head. Naturally, I was really scared. The last time I spoke to him, my powers got the best of me.

''Hi!'' I heard a cheerful voice. I turned around and saw a woman behind me. She had a golden armour on and dark brown hair in a ponytail. She had walked up to me and I didn't even notice her. ''Hello'' I answered and cleared my dry throat. That's when I saw Thor not so far away. I guess this woman was his friend since I knew what Jane looked like and she was most likely on earth.

''I'm lady Sif. It's a pleasure to meet you'' She reached out her hand. I grabbed it and shook it shyly. ''It's nice to meet you, I'm Y/N'' I said as politely as I could. We let go of each other and Thor walked over. ''Now that you know each other, we can go'' He declared happily. My eyes widened.

''W-Where?'' I stuttered and followed the two of them. ''Come on, you'll see'' He told me mysteriously. I really wanted to stay until I'd get a chance to see Odin but I was really curious as well. So I sighed and kept walking behind Thor and Sif. We walked through the halls and I noticed the smell of beer and roasted meat lingering in the air.

As we finally stopped, my eyes nearly popped out of my head. We were in a fancy dining room with a few Asgardians. They were chatting happily with drinks in their hands as tasty look waited on the long tables. ''Consider it a pre-welcome home party'' Thor explained shortly. That's when I faced him and raised my eyebrow. ''Pre?'' I wanted to know. Sif and Thor exchanged excited looks. I couldn't help but notice how happy Sif seemed around Thor. If I wouldn't have known about Jane, I'd believe they were a couple.

''Father is going to celebrate you soon. Many people on Asgard grew up hearing your story. We're going to celebrate a prophecy!'' Thor let me know like it was absolutely amazing. I wasn't sure what to think. My body grew tense and I felt a little nauseous. How could I celebrate when Loki was still in prison? I couldn't deny that the food smelled incredible but I didn't really have an appetite.

''Um-'' I hesitated my words. Before I could say anything, Thor grabbed a beer and handed it to me. I grabbed the huge glass with a fake smile and realized it would be rude to leave. ''Cheers?'' I attempted to sound happy. Thor raised his glass and everyone in the room cheered. I didn't feel so great about this but I played along, getting drunk as I got to know some more Asgardians.

The hours passed rather quickly and as the food was gone, people left. It was only me and Thor here if we didn't count Sif who had fallen asleep on a red couch. The sky had turned dark and I hated myself that I didn't leave earlier. Loki was still in that cell as I was getting drunk and partying. It wasn't my plan for today but it just happened.

''I have to go'' I excused myself, standing up slowly in hopes I could keep my balance. ''Why?'' Thor wondered curiously, not letting me go that easily. Since I was drunk, I didn't really think before I opened up my big mouth. ''I need to..to save Loki'' I slurred drunkenly and then I nearly stumbled on my own feet. I squealed and hit the wall, wincing in pain but I was glad I didn't fall on the hard floor.

''Maybe you should do that tomorrow'' Thor suggested with good intentions but I was determined to free Loki from his cell. ''No'' I barked sharply and kept walking. Thor didn't follow me anymore which was good. He let me walk through these halls alone. I tried to make my way to the throne, this time letting Odin hear everything I had to say.

Finally, I saw the bearded man sitting on his golden throne. There were only two guards beside him and even they looked tired. I let go of the wall, trusting my own balance as I made my way in front of him. Odin looked at me coldly, almost like he predicted what I was going to say. The alcohol banished my fear and I was pretty confident this time.

''King Odin, may I have a..a word with you?'' I asked him seriously. He raised his eyebrow and I felt like he examined my actions closely. ''Do you feel like discussing serious topics in such a state?'' He asked me straight, putting a great question in my mind. ''Damn sure I am'' I replied sternly but a part of me regretted the way I spoke. The guards seemed weirded out by my odd behaviour and that's when I giggled.

''Sorry, I forgot this was Asgard'' I whispered quietly and laughed at my dumb behaviour. Odin sighed before he stood up, walking down to me once again. This felt awfully much like yesterday. ''I know why you're here'' He let me know rather calmly. I nodded and looked into his eyes, ignoring my bad balance.  Had Odin thought about things?

''Good'' I smiled at the God right in front of my face. I felt light and bubbly although this situation was serious. ''But I'll speak with you tomorrow. Let some sleep rub off your fun you had with your new friends'' Odin disappointed me with his words. I pouted and tried to think of what I could say to make him tell me everything now. A quick burden clenched my heart and the bubbly feeling vanished.

''Please-'' I tried to change his mind but it was rather difficult. A guard grabbed my arm and began walking me away from the throne towards my room. That's when I stopped fighting it, walking along with an annoying feeling taking over me. Just as the innocent guard stopped behind my door, I pushed him off of me.

I only intended to make him let go and be gentle but my powers disagreed with me. A purple light flashed in the dark halls and I sent the guard to the other end of it. My eyes widened and I gasped as he hit the floor with a painful grunt. ''Oh my god'' I breathed out, suddenly afraid I'd get punished from such behaviour.

The guard didn't move as he lied on the ground. It filled me with panic and I got beside him as fast as I could. I fell down on my knees and then I took off his golden helmet. ''I'm so sorry'' I apologized sadly and cupped his face. He gritted his teeth together as he seemed to get back to his senses.

That's when I saw his face well for the first time. The strong guard had beautiful hazel eyes, dark eyelashes and dark brown hair. His pained look disappeared as he sat up on the floor beside me. I couldn't help but to stare and my drunken state made it worse. ''It's okay'' He let me know although it didn't make me feel less guilty.

''I didn't mean to. I-It's just that..ever since I began using my powers, they've tried to control me. It's crazy'' I admitted and then ran my hands through my hair. My head was beginning to ache. ''Don't worry lady Y/N. What good would I be as a guard if I couldn't handle that?'' The man tried to lighten up the mood. A smile spread on my face and I nodded.

He got up and helped me on my feet as well. ''What's your name?''  I asked curiously before he'd leave and I'd be alone all night once more. The guard seemed surprised by my question. He fixed his yellow cape and put on his helmet again. ''I'm Aibi'' He told me his name. It sounded very Asgardian. ''It's nice to meet you'' I let him know in a friendly matter.

Another guard interrupted us by clearing his throat. He had probably noticed me using my powers. Aibi nodded to me and then he walked off with his friend. I looked after them until they both disappeared from my sight. That's when I walked into my room and undressed myself, too tired to do it nicely so I let the beautiful dress lay on the floor. Thanks to some kind of witchcraft, the dress levitated by itself as if an invisible mannequin was wearing it.

I crawled in my bed and took a deep breath. The alcohol was rubbing off and I wanted to sleep before I'd feel nauseous. This day hadn't been the worst. I had made new friends and even Frigga seemed to like me. But I didn't do the one thing I should've done. I hadn't done much to help Loki and it made me feel bad.

***

''I'm so sorry I didn't come yesterday'' I apologized as soon as I saw Loki. Thor had taken me to the prison right in the morning and I had literally run all the way to Loki's cell. He looked at me silently without answering. Of course, it worried me. The guard allowed me to walk inside the cell, probably because of Thor's demands.

Loki didn't budge much as he saw me. ''Are you okay?'' I wanted to know and sat down on a blue chair, not sure if he'd let me on his bed. ''I'm brilliant'' He offered me a fake smile before grabbing his old looking book. Was he angry at me? I felt like someone stabbed my back as I pondered of what I had possibly done wrong.

''Don't lie to me Loki, I know something's wrong'' I dared to pardon his words. Loki didn't move his eyes from the book but he wasn't reading either. He was simply ignoring me. ''Loki!'' I said his name loudly, probably catching other prisoners attention.  ''I'm just surprised you came at all'' He admitted with a sigh.

''What do you mean?'' I wanted to know more. I still had a hangover and my mind processed things slowly. Odin was on my mind as well and it was making me crazy that he wasn't by the throne in the morning. So I had to wait all day to see him. ''You smell like alcohol'' He noticed and looked at me closely. Maybe my hair was a little messy but at least I wore a clean, golden dress.

I felt a little guilty. Loki was rotting in a cell with some dirty clothes as I wore the finest Asgard had to offer. He had been here for most of his life and I was basically a newcomer. It should be the other way around. ''Come here'' He demanded after a small, awkward silence. I did as told and moved my arse from the chair to his bed.

Loki narrowed his eyes and looked at me closely. He was probably doing some mind tricks to me but I didn't really mind. As he stared at me, I noticed how the anger transformed into pain. I wasn't sure what he saw but I didn't like it. ''I'm glad to know that she's by my side'' He murmured underneath his breath. I figured he talked about Frigga who discussed Loki's freedom with me yesterday behind her husband's back.

''I was going to visit you but Thor dragged me to this pre-welcome home party'' I admitted which made me feel wretched. Loki chuckled and he stared at the snow white floor. ''Of course, it's fine. I was worried your powers had done something to you'' Loki let me know and he finally put the book away. Could that explain why he was so tense earlier?

''I'm sorry'' I apologized softly. He was quick to answer. ''Don't be. I would've asked you if I had an opportunity but here I am'' He looked around the boring room. I was surprised he still hadn't lost his mind inside here. I couldn't even imagine being alone in such an oppressive space. Other prisoners could see right into your cell as well which made it worse.

''Odin said he'd speak to me today, about you'' I told Loki seriously. It was obvious that I was nervous about meeting Odin later. ''He's probably trying to make you see the bad in me that he sees'' Loki feared the worst. I watched as he rested his tired head in his hands. Seeing him like that was heartbreaking. A man as great as him didn't belong here.

I hesitated whether I should comfort him or not but I decided it was worth a shot. So I placed my hand on his back and scootched closer to him. ''Don't you dare forget my promise'' I whispered and leaned against him. Loki tilted his head so he could face me. ''You know, I thought that once we'd get here, you'd give up on me'', he said like it was no big deal. But for me, it sounded really sad. My eyes widened and my body froze for a while.

''Why on earth would you think such things?'' I gasped and looked at him straight in the eye. He looked like he was in pain as I got a chance to see his eyes well. ''Everyone does'' Loki said mysteriously and looked away. His sadness reminded me of the conversation we never got to finish back on earth. My soul felt trapped now. I couldn't get peace unless I had even attempted to listen to Loki.

''Do you want to continue where we left our conversation on Midgard?'' I wondered nervously, hoping that I didn't make him push me away. Loki took a deep breath and looked behind me, probably at the guards. As his eyes widened, I grew curious as well. I turned around and saw plenty of guards walking straight towards this cell. Among them, I saw Aibi.

''By the orders of King Odin, you shall be freed by his terms and conditions. You must come with us to the throne where you will be told what you shall know'' One of them spoke very seriously, almost like he read the words from paper but he sounded like a man you wouldn't want to mess with. My heart jolted to my throat from excitement and joy even shock. Loki stood up and I saw the shock on his face as well. His blue-green eyes widened and unwillingly the corners of his mouth curved into a tiny smile. Our eyes met for a while and that small moment was all I needed to feel his happiness. Loki was beyond glad to get out of here.

The golden light that kept the prisoners in the cells disappeared and Loki was able to leave. We both walked out of the cell but sadly, he was surrounded by guards immediately. This all happened so suddenly that I didn't feel like it was real but it astonished me that it was as real as it could get. One second we were locked in his cell and now he was going to face his father, the king of Asgard who had planned terms behalf of his freedom.

Could Loki actually be free now? Would everything be alright?

(chapter 11)

[sserpente]

A/N: Request by @sallyp-53 and anon. I mixed them up a bit. Enjoy, everyone!

Words: 2004 Warnings: execution attempt, mentions of an abusive relationship, a bit of angst

There was no rejecting a mission. Not because it went beyond your skills and surely not because it went too personal. When they chose you to spy on the First Order to forward valuable information to the Resistance, you had not hesitated. Or maybe you had… what if you met… him?

Kylo Ren. It was a strange name, really. All you could remember was calling him Ben. It was Ben whenever you had had playflights, whenever you had kissed and whenever you had had sex. It had broken your heart when he had left to join the First Order and killed a bunch of young Jedi in the process. He had disappointed you. Not because he had turned to the Dark Side, of course. You had talked about that a lot, the ways of the Sith were no more harmful than the ways of the Grey or the Jedi… but because he had left you. You, the person he had claimed to love so much, had been left behind.

It was ironic, really. For as long as you had been on Starkiller, you’d never actually seen your teenage love in person, only heard them speak of him. Did he still look the same? Had he changed? You didn’t even know.

Well, right now, you couldn’t let your feelings get the better of you anyway. You still loved him, that was for sure, even if you had gotten yourself a new boyfriend by now. A weird fellow, vexed easily. Not once had he laid hand on you but then again… you liked him and you knew he needed somebody in his life. Just like Ben once had. Maybe you were cursed for attracting guys like that.

Sighing, you wandered through the halls of Starkiller Base. It was in the middle of the night, with barely anyone patrolling in the dimly lit corridors. As soon as you heard footsteps, you hid, and every now and then, you passed on the plans and all of the scheming the First Order did to the Resistance. Only today… something was different.

Somebody was getting closer and that somebody certainly was no stormtrooper. You swallowed thickly, looking frantically for a hiding place. When you found it, you held your breath. A cloaked figure walked past your concealed form. Robes? No… it was… a blanket. A dark grey blanket. Carefully, you looked up and… Ben. His black hair still framed his beautiful face as if he was a prince and the determined expression on his face… it scared you, sent ice cold shivers up and down your spine.

What was he doing? So late at night? Maybe he couldn’t sleep? Years ago, whenever his nightmares had stolen his sleep, you had both sneaked into the kitchens to eat ice cream or drink hot chocolate.

You almost scoffed in an amused manner. Surely, he wouldn’t be doing that now, though on the other hand, you wished he would. You wished he would remember you and maybe even miss you. It’s been so long… he probably couldn’t even recall your name.

After he had gone, you waited for at least thirty more seconds before you came out from your hiding place. Paralysed and shook, you attempted to regain your composure but you were shaking like leaf as you continued your way to get back to an inconspicuous and unused chamber used for broken droid parts, where you hid your datapad, always ready to send out new information.

It was then you felt a sharp pain in your neck, followed by nothing but pitch-black darkness that had you drop the ground, your legs not supporting you any longer. You fainted before a proper thought could form in your head.

When you woke up again, you were in a chamber. Metal walls surrounded the empty room, except for the odd plank bed you were lying on… tied up. You panicked instantly, struggling against the metal restraints but it was to no avail. Your ankles and wrists remained in place, not moving a bit.

You had been caught. And now… you were as good as dead. Shit!

“She’s awake,” It was a stormtrooper talking, you realised. Anonymous with his white armour and helmet, he stepped in front of you. You could swear he was grinning underneath that stupid mask of his. “Good morning, pretty girl. You know for a spy, you’re really attractive. And young. It’s a shame.” Another stormstrooper came in sight, chuckling at his colleague’s words.

“Now, surely you wonder how we caught you, huh? We found your little datapad last night. After we found you, that is. The Commander had us investigate a little, you see. Said there must be an intruder. He could sense it with the Force or some shit like that but hey—he was right.”

The Force. Of course, the fucking Force! Had he been able to sense your presence last night when he had walked past you? Or was it just you not being careful enough after he had gone? Shit, shit, shit!

The fear in your body was physically painful, it was like thousands of daggers were piercing your skin.

“You’re lucky. I’m in a good mood today. You’re with the Resistance, aren’t you?”

“No,” you lied. It earned you a smack across the face, your cheek stinging with the impact as your head was forced to the side. You could taste blood in your mouth. Fuck. “Yes, god damn it, what else would I be, you morrons…” You mumbled then.

The stormtroopers giggled again. It was a ridiculous sound, really.

“It’ll be quick. No hard feelings, just one shot right in the head and no suffering. Ain’t I generous?”

Your heart skipped a beat as you watched him drawing his blaster. That’s it. It was gonna be over. You’ll be… dead. Wiped from existence, just like that! Don’t show them you’re scared, don’t, DON’T.

“What do you think you’re doing?” It was a mechanic was that spoke. Deep and throaty. A black cloaked figure entered the room, his form concealed by dark clothes. Leather gloves decorated his clenched fists. He truly looked terrifying. Intimidating. Who was that? A higher ranked stormtrooper?

“We are executing the spy, just like…”

“You are not going to execute her.” No? What then? Was that… creature… man… going to torture you first? Please, no, no, no! Ben… Ben, where are you? You thought. Help me. I don’t want to die yet.

“But—“

“Out.” His voice was threatening, making both of the stormtroopers in the room flinch before they legged it and hurried out of the interrogation chamber. Confusion spread on your face.

“What’s your name?” The stranger asked, circling you slowly. You hesitated. Was your name important? You were but a spy for the Resistance, dead or alive, your name wouldn’t really be useful to him.

“I’m… (Y/N). My name is (Y/N).” You whispered.

He took a sharp breath, his fists clenching even tighter.

“It’s you then. It’s really you.” What? Did he know you? He wasn’t… no. Your lips parted in shock as you swallowed, searching for any kind of emotion behind his black mask. But there was nothing. Nothing at all. Could it be?

“W-who are you?” You chocked out, unable to talk properly but instead of answering you, he simply reached up to remove his helmet. It fell to the ground with a loud clonk, making you flinch and then… you looked right into the face of Ben. Your Ben… it was him. This was Kylo Ren.

“Ben…”

“Ben is dead, (Y/N).” Your name from his lips… it sounded like music in your ears.

“No, no that’s not true and you know that.”

He simply ignored you. “What are you doing on Starkiller?”

You frowned. “I came on a mission. The Resistance sent me to spy on you. I’ve been forwarding information for a full week now.” It was like he’d never been gone. One look straight into his deep brown eyes and you would tell him everything he wanted. You had trusted him with your life back then. Now, however, you weren’t so sure anymore.

It was like he had read your thoughts. “I’m not going to kill you.”

“Then what are you gonna do? It’s short of a miracle you even remember me, Kylo.” You spat angrily. You could feel tears forming in your eyes. No, no crying. Stop it! Don’t let your feelings get the better of you!

“Of course I remember you. I never forgot you. My own spies have been informing me of your whereabouts and your well-being ever since I left.”

Your eyes widened at his words. “You… what?”

“Your new lover. Who is he? I was told he is abusive. Are you suffering?”

How… dared he? Intervening with your life after all these years? He didn’t love you anyway, he had shown that when he left without you and still… he was still… looking after you?

“I… he’s not abusive. Sometimes he… he… I mean when he’s angry, maybe his hand slipped a few times, that’s all.” The bruises on your body proved different but certainly, you were not going to tell him that.

“My spies have informed me of something else.” There was concern in his eyes. Real concern and it made you realise that Ben was indeed still in there, somewhere. Buried deep inside this dangerous man but… he was there. Did that change anything? No, a quiet voice in your head whispered. It didn’t. The heartache that very man in front of you had caused you… you couldn’t just forget it all.

“It’s none of your business,” you finally replied then, lifting your chin in defiance. Kylo only snorted.

“You don’t get to decide that.” Excuse me?

“I don’t? So… so what now, Kylo?”

“You’ll stay. Here. With me.”

If your heart had been malfunctioning before already, it had stopped completely by now. You blinked at him as if he had lost his mind. Well, maybe he had.

“I-I… I can’t stay! I work with the Resistance, I—“

“Not anymore. You work for me now. (Y/N), I won’t let you return to that abusive man. He hurts you.”

“You hurt me too when you left, you know.” Taken aback, he paused as if you had slapped him across the face.

“I had no other choice.”

“You had the choice to take me with you.” You stated, your expression blank. At least you hoped you would come across as emotionless. Ben was a skilled Force user though, he always had been. He probably noticed that you weren’t at all repelled by the idea of staying with him.

“You’ll stay with me now and in return, I’ll make sure you’re safe.” With that, he removed your restraints and watched you climbing off the plank bed, crossing your arms as you stood there in front of him. You wanted to seem confident and proud but all you could muster was a desperate whimper. There was nothing you could do about it. Next thing you knew, you had already flung your arms around him, hugging him so tightly he stumbled back.

“I missed you so fucking much,” you murmured into the black curtain of his hair, letting out a relieved sigh when he finally put his arms around you.

“I missed you, too. You’ll be staying in my quarters. Don’t come out unless I tell you to. Call me if you need anything. I’ll go and talk to the Supreme leader.”

Reluctantly, you pulled away, biting your lower lip as he led you to his private quarters. It wasn’t exactly a Happy End but maybe… maybe you finally had your Ben back. And you’d help him. Help him to get through whatever it was he needed to go through. Fuck the Resistance, as long as you could stay with him. It would take a long while until you could fully trust him again but for now, his promise to keep you safe was enough. For now, it had to be.

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Angel♥Tale Chapter 8

The two had landed on a patch of golden flowers, the flowers breaking their fall. Angel found it odd how the flowers kept saving them over and over again. And yet again, Chara dragged the albino forward, the two wading through the water.

Angel looks to the piles of garbage as they pass them, though her eyes lingered on a training dummy that was among them. The dummy felt kind of odd... almost like it was-

Angel blinks, once. Twice. Thrice.

The dummy just vanished into the water.

The albino looks forward when the dummy suddenly shoots out of the water in front of her and Chara, making the two stop in their steps.

The dummy laughs. “Hahaha... It’s just like you to run away. I am a ghost that lives inside a dummy. My cousin used to live inside a dummy, too. Until... YOU CAME ALONG!” It snaps, glaring at the two. “Not only did your actions cause them to leave their home... But now all of their neighbors are gone, too! Despicable. Despicable! DESPICABLE! You’re the worst person I’ve ever met! I’ve NEVER been more mad!!! Guooooohhhh!!!! My mannequin levels are going OFF THE CHARTS!”

A white flash momentarily engulfs the dummy, though quickly fades away. The dummy blinks. “...? This... This feeling...?” It gasps. “Eureka. Eureka! ERUEKA! Human. That moment of unbridled emotion. It allowed me to finally fuse with my body! I’m fully corporeal now! My lifelong dream, realized!” It smiles. “In return, I guess I won’t stomp you. How’s that sound?”

Angel looked away as Chara lunged at the dummy, killing it with one strike of his knife. A chill runs down the albino’s spine as she hears the dust fall into the water, Chara grabbing holding of her wrist and dragging her forward once again.

She didn’t know where they were going; she just let the ghost drag her through Waterfall, ignoring the stinging pain in her wrist. She knew a bruise was probably going to form from the strong grip the child seemed to have.

After a run-in with Undyne and more wading through water, the two were soon crossing a bridge over a long drop. Angel couldn’t even see the bottom of the drop; it just faded away into blackness. Just as the two were about to reach the other side, a voice stops them. “Yo!”

“Oh God, please no...” Angel quietly whispers, looking back with Chara.

Monster Kid walked over to the two, stopping a few feet in front of them. “Yo. Undyne told me to stay away from you.” He looks away from them, shifting on his feet. “She said you... You hurt a lot of people.” He looks back to them. “... But, yo, that’s not true, right!?”

Angel looks away from the monster. Chara simply tilts his head to the side, a twisted grin forming on his face.

“... Yo... Why won’t you answer me?” Monster Kid asks as his body starts to shake. “A... a... and what’s with that weird expression...?” He takes a step back as Chara takes a step towards him. “Oh... Oh man... Man, my h-hearts pounding right out of my chest...”

“Run.” Angel quietly whispers. “For the love of God, just run...”

“... What would Undyne do?” Monster Kid stands tall, trying to be brave despite the fact that he was still shaking from fear. “... Yo... Y-you’d b-better st-stop r-right where you are... Cause if you w-wanna hurt anyone else... you’re... You’re gonna have to go through me, first. A... a... and...”

“So be it.” Chara pulls out his knife. “In my way.” He dashes forward, swinging his knife at the child. Only, the kid got shove to the side, someone else taking the blow for him instead.

Monster Kid blinks, looking up to the monster that was now standing in front of him, the knife having pierced through her armour. “Undyne... You’re... You’re hurt...”

“Hurt?” Undyne echoes, giving the child monster a reassuring smile. “It’s nothing.” She turns her attention back to the two humans in front of her. “Next time, listen when I tell you to leave, okay?”

Tears start forming in Monster Kid’s eyes. “Undyne... I...”

“I’ll take care of this!” The fish monster insists. “Get out of here!”

Monster Kid does as told, running off away from the fight.

Undyne chuckles, feeling herself start to fade away. “... Heh... “It’s nothing”... No... S-somehow, with just one hit... I’m already... Already...” She collapses down onto one knee. “D... damn it...”

Chara stares at her for a moment. He turns, grabbing Angel’s wrist as he begins to drag her in the opposite direction.

“Papyrus... Alphys... Asgore... Just like that, I... I’ve failed you.” Undyne clenches her hand into a fist, bringing herself back before her body could turn to dust. “No... My body... It feels like it’s splitting apart. Like any instant... I’ll scatter into a million pieces. But... deep, deep in my soul. There’s a burning feeling I can’t describe. A burning feeling that WON’T let me die.”

A wind starts howling through the area, making Chara stop. He looks back to Undyne as a bright light engulfs her, Angel staring at her with wide eyes.

“This isn’t just about monsters anymore, is it? If you get past me, you’ll… You’ll destroy them all, won’t you? Monsters... Humans... Everyone... Everyone’s hopes. Everyone’s dreams. Vanquished in an instant. But I WON’T let you do that. Right now, everyone in the world... I can feel their hearts beating as one. And we all have ONE goal. To defeat YOU. Human. No, WHATEVER you are. For the sake of the whole world... I, Undyne, will strike you down!”

The light dies down, Undyne standing, having brought herself back from the verge of death out of complete determination, wearing armour fitting for an undying soldier. “You’re gonna have to try a little harder than THAT.”

Angel could only stare as the battle begun, the albino unconsciously taking small steps away from the two. She didn’t know what to do. She knew she had to do something, but her mind was reeling for an answer and coming up completely blank.

Feeling eyes on her, the albino looks around, quite confused. She could sense someone else nearby, but... she couldn’t see anyone. She looks back to the fight, her eyes locking with Undyne’s. And, for a brief moment, the undying soldier could’ve sworn she saw Toriel and Papyrus standing beside her, holding tightly onto her shoulder or arm.

Angel shifts her gaze so it was on Chara instead. The ghost was quite determined to turn Undyne to dust, and the soldier was obviously giving him some trouble. An idea suddenly pops into Chara’s head, the ghost suddenly dashing towards Angel.

The albino’s eyes widen, her body frozen to her spot. She could only close her eyes as Chara jumped, knife swinging down to strike at her. Something suddenly shoved her back, making her hit the dirt floor. Angel pushes herself up, looking to where she once was, only to look up in shock. Undyne was standing there instead. She took the blow for her.

“Damn it...” Undyne growls. “So even THAT power... It wasn’t enough...? ... Heh...” She started to laugh. “Heheheh... If you... If you think I’m gonna give up hope, you’re wrong. ‘Cause I’ve... got my friends behind me.” She looks up to Chara, a smirk on her face. “Alphys told me that she would watch me fight you... And if anything went wrong, she would... evacuate everyone. By now she’s called Asgore and told him to absorb the six human souls.” Her whole body started to melt, the undying soldier feeling herself start to fade. “And with that power... This world will live on...!” She fades away into dust, leaving a green monster soul behind.

“No... NO!” Angel pushes herself to her feet, running to Undyne’s soul, hand stretched out.

“ANGEL!” Chara snaps at her, only he was too late, as her hand clamped down around the monster soul, a bright light engulfing her as a force throws Chara back, slamming him into the ground.

Chara pushes himself back to his feet, staring at Angel with shock as the light around her dies.

Angel stood with her eyes closed, her soul shining on her chest as green, orange and purple swirl in her white soul. Black armour was strapped to her torso, pauldrons on her shoulders, fingerless gauntlets on her lower arms, and armoured knee-high boots to cover her feet. The Deltarune was etched in white on the armour, a purple asymmetrical skirt to cover her legs down to her knees, a red scarf wrapped around her neck.

A spear appears in the albino’s hand. “Look what you’ve made me do...” Her voice rises above the wind, cutting through the area like a knife. “It’s time for me to lay down all of my fears.” She opens her ruby eyes, glaring at Chara. “You never even tried sparing a single soul.” She points her spear at the ghost. “Raise your weapon; try to fight me if you dare!”

Everything turns black and white as Chara dashes to the albino, knife ready to strike. Angel strikes her spear against the ground, bringing up a wall of fire, stopping the ghost in his tracks as the flames surround him.

The albino tightly grips the spear in her hand, tears forming in her eyes. “I never wanted to fight you... but I no longer have a choice.”

Angel feels Undyne place her hands on her shoulders, the undying soldier’s voice echoing through her mind.

↑The wind is howling.

Angel could feel the undying soldier’s determination pulsing through her, which only served to fuel her own.

The albino gasps when Chara jumps through the flames, the female quickly bringing up her spear, blocking the child’s knife. “Deep in my soul a feeling breaks through.” Angel breaks away from Chara as she flips back, bones sprouting up from the floor around the ghost. “All of our hearts are now beating as one!” Her sclera turns black as her irises glow silver. “I’ll give it my all; I’ll save them from you!”

Chara laughs. “And how do you expect to do THAT?” A twisted grin graces his face. “You’ll have to kill your sister to stop me. Do you think you can even do that?”

Angel responded by throwing spears down at the ghost, forcing him to move if he wanted to dodge them. “With all I’ve got I will strike you down.” The albino dodges to the side to avoid Chara’s knife, the female swinging her spear, the two locking their weapons together. “This is my honour, my duty, my vow!”

Chara slices through the spear, the albino quick to bring up her arm as a blue shield appears on it, keeping the ghost from hitting her with the blade. “Everyone’s hopes are shared in one dream.” Angel throws Chara off of her, the child skidding to a stop in the dirt as a sword made of bones appears in Angel’s hand. “It lives with elation that I have to keep!”

The two dash to each other as their blades clash together, neither one hitting other as both were quite equal in the onslaught of attacks. “This is our one last victory call.” Angel slams her sword into the ground, sending a wave of bones to Chara, the ghost quick to dodge them. “Not ever you can slay such noble cause.” Angel raises her hand before throwing it out, sending an onslaught of fire rocketing towards the ghost. “Undying, not gonna fall!”

Chara’s eyes widen, the fire hitting him and creating a small explosion. The ghost pants for breath at the dust settles, his ruby eyes looking around to see where the albino had gone to.

Angel stood tall on a bone that had sprouted from the floor, sword and shield missing. “I regret all of the things that have still been left unspoken.” She places a hand on her chest. “I would give them all to you if I could just turn back the time...” She holds out her hand, her sword reappearing as she tightly grips it, her shield reappearing on her arm. “But dust has covered all our lines, now the final peace is broken.” Her soul shine son her chest, her glowing silver irises glaring at the child below her. “I will keep on to my promise, this faithful burden is mine!”

Angel throws out her hand to shoot spears at Chara. “They were climbing higher up but now one by one they’re falling.” Chara runs to dodge, using his knife to deflect some of the spears. “But I will take them to the top; you can’t break our spirits in time!” The albino jumps off her perch, rolling into a landing on the ground. “This will be your last mistake; it will be your final trial.” She lifts her shield, blocking Chara’s attack. “This will be the end of your genocide!”

Angel uses her shield to shove Chara back, striking at him with her sword. “I won’t try to run away even if you see me falling.” The ghost dodges her attack, slicing at her with his knife, the albino dodging to the side. “She will take them to the top; gather all her courage in time!” Angel slams her sword into the ground, making bones shoot up from the ground. “This will be your final breath, fight against a True Heroine!” Chara jumps back, running to dodge the onslaught of bones. “Even if you don’t have to try...”

Chara runs to the albino, striking at her with his knife. She didn’t dodging in time, the blade piercing through her armour.

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Angel’s eyes widen as her blood splatters against the ground, the glow in her irises fading as her sclera fades back to white. She falls to one knee, her head hung as her armour fades, leaving her back in her dark grey shirt, black pants and black knee-high boots.

Chara simply glares as her before turning as he beings to walk away.

Angel clutches her chest, blood from her wound seeping through the fabric of her shirt. “Trembling within the breeze, I can feel my soul is shaking.” Her voice was shaking. “Even with a single blow, everything that is comes undone.” She coughs, blood spilling from her mouth onto the dirt. “Using every ounce of strength, just keep myself from breaking.” She raises her head, her eyes glaring at Chara as her hair falls over the right half of her face. “I can only watch you walk... by...”

The albino cries out when pain shoots through her, falling onto her hands and knees. She gasps for breath, her soul cracking on her chest. “Holding on to everything, even when my body shatters...” She digs her fingers into the dirt as tears fall from her eyes. “I will never let you pass even when my tears run dry!” She raises a shaking hand towards Chara. “Beating with our hearts as one, everyone I know is praying.” A silver glow engulfs her irises as a spear appears above her, aimed at the ghost. “I will strike you down do or... die...”

The spear shatters as Angel collapses to the ground, the female unable to hold on any longer.

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