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teecupangel · 10 months ago

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From @knine-nights-loves-ac

I want a full 100k story about this. God I want it so bad.

The most you’re gonna get from me is a short ‘continuation’ XD

From @artduringclasstime

The idea of Elijah telling Desmond that Lucy's a Templar... BEFORE he escapes from Abstergo... has some IMPLICATIONS. Can Lucy know she's been outed? Does Desmond still follow her when/if she breaks him out? Does the breakout even happen? If Des meets Rebecca and Shaun, does he tell THEM about Lucy? Would they even believe him? I have so many questions, and meanwhile Elijah's lost his final fuck and assembled a sniper rifle in 1476 Florence to kill Rodrigo at the hanging

The moment Altaïr had left the Hospitalier Fortress, Elijah was waiting for him in one of the garden rooftops.

No.

The specific garden rooftop that Altaïr had chosen to lay low for a while before he even saw Elijah sitting in one corner as if he had been taking a nap. He entered the rooftop and stayed as far away from Elijah as possible as he asked, “This Lucy Stillman… if she is a Templar, did you tell your father about her so he could kill her?”

“He won’t.” Elijah answered as he opened his eyes, “Lucy Stillman pretends to be on his side and my father would be hesitant in killing her even if he could. They’ve already shared enough words by now that a connection has been formed, just as Vidic wanted.”

Altaïr clicked his tongue in annoyance.

“And he doesn’t have to kill her.” Elijah looked straight at Altaïr yet it was clear that he was looking beyond him.

To the future that was watching Altaïr’s every move.

“Lucy Stillman and Warren Vidic will die on 2012. No matter how hard they try to stop it, no matter what choices they make…” Elijah’s eyes narrowed as he promised, “I will ensure that their death will happen no matter what.”

Elijah stood as he said, “Throw away whatever feelings you have for Lucy Stillman, father. Your feelings were created by isolating you from everyone, making sure you would see her as your comrade.”

“It’s all planned. Just like your entire life.” Elijah said coldly.

Altaïr stared at him for a moment before he said calmly, “You sound like you hate your father.”

Elijah blinked.

“Hate?” Elijah’s lips curved into a small smile as he said, “I don’t hate my father, Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad.”

“After all…” Elijah leaned close and placed a hand on Altaïr’s jaw, forcing the man to raise his head to look at him. Altaïr instinctively raised his hand and grabbed Elijah’s throat.

A simple flick and his hidden blade would pierce the boy’s throat.

Yet Elijah simply continued to smile at him.

“I despise the choices he made. He is a fool who willingly gave his life because he cared too much about what dead men like you would think if he had let the world burn so he may live.” Elijah said, “So I did all of these. To take away his choices. You and the other two dead men he cared so deeply for, more than any people living in his own time…”

“You’re my hostages.” Elijah said, “And I will make sure you do not even think about leaving me. I will give you greater happiness than you are meant to have.”

Altaïr glared at him and lightly squeezed his throat.

A warning.

“And you won’t kill me.” Elijah let go of Altaïr’s jaw. Altaïr slowly let go of his throat and Elijah took a step back, “Because your greatest weakness, Altaïr, is that you are too curious.”

“And now…” Elijah’s smile became triumphant as he said, “I have piqued your curiosity. About me and…”

“The mysterious man that is forced to watch your every move.”

From @zero-saito

This is absolutely glorious! I love how cactus child perfectly describes him, because I sometimes call people like that prickly, but it makes more sense to call them a cactus. I would love to see all of the chaos unfolds from Elijah doing this. He’s going to be adopted by all of them and I will include Desmond vicariously. I don’t think Vidic and Lucy will know about what Elijah told Altair if he times it so that he’s not talking to him during an active mission, because the animus skips a lot of time in between those missions. So I think the question will be how Desmond will use that information and if you can maybe turn Lucy back to the assassins, or maybe starts dropping hints to Rebecca and Shawn or eurdito? Sorry, I’m kind of going off in the comments. lol but also, I don’t know how ezio going to handle knowing about Desmond before he finds out Minerva‘s message. He’s already going to be thinking that Elijah has some kind of divine knowledge since he knows so much about the future to derail it, but also especially if Elijah does make that sniper rifle and just divine smites Rodrigo at the hanging.

You know I was hoping for a big blowout from Elijah telling Desmond about Lucy but I kinda like the idea of it being a secret to the Templars for now. That Elijah knows instinctively when Desmond would be the only one watching. Or he’s hoping the Bleeding Effect would show Desmond these memories without the help of the Animus.

And even if it doesn’t, it doesn’t matter because that just meant Lucy Stillman would die regardless of what happens.

Elijah was really being petty, trying to destroy what is essentially the only lifeline Desmond had when he was in Abstergo to make his father open his eyes and see the danger all around him.

Maybe even push him to believe the only person he could trust is the boy who keeps invading the timeline of their ancestors.

By the time he shows himself to Ezio, Ezio has already heard about him.

According to official records, he was Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad’s adopted son.

Hidden in writings left behind by Malik Al-Sayf, he was known by another moniker.

The Immortal Child Shackled by Time.

“Are you here to guide the Brotherhood once more?” Ezio asked when he saw him staring at the statue of Jupiter and Minerva. His clothes looked like the clothes of a Levantine Assassin. Curly dark hair, brown eyes with a golden gleam to it…

A Hidden Blade on both arms.

“Is that what they think I do?” The child asked as he turned to face Ezio.

“Is it not?” Ezio asked. Even in Malik Al-Sayf’s writings, the child’s true identity was shrouded in mystery. Every time he whispers to the mentor’s ears, the Brotherhood changes.

For the better? For the worse? Malik Al-Sayf could never be sure.

What was sure was that every whisper would make Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad and his family’s life better.

Safer.

He was dangerous.

More dangerous than the artifact that Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad wield with ease and mastery.

“I suppose so.” The boy said with a shrug, turning to look back at the statues as he mused, “It would be funny if I was to guide the Brotherhood.”

“Make it into my own personal army to save my father.” The boy turned to face Ezio fully and smiled.

A predator marking its prey.

Ezio couldn’t move.

He was pinned by that unnerving stare and that angelic smile.

“And I will take you as my prophet, Ezio Auditore.”

I'm almost sorry to add another story idea to your backlog pile, BUT:

Elijah finds out what his dad went through, manages to break into a parallel universe, time travels to the 3 eras of the main ancestors, and tries to change things enough to save Desmond. Altair, Ezio, and Ratonhnhake:ton ask this tiny, angry, sarcastic, cactus of a child why he's doing what he's doing, and he eventually explains it over time.

Desmond, on the other hand, is watching all of this through the animus: a son he didn't know existed was trying to save him. An infant who he had never met, and who had never met him, was fighting time and reality itself to save him from a fate that still hasn't been explained, was showing more care and love and compassion for him than anyone Desmond had ever known before. And it hurts, because Desmond just grows to love him more and more, but thinks he'll never truly meet him outside of a Bleed.

Elijah never seems to age, even though he spends like forty years picking on Ezio. There's a statue of him in the Monterrigioni sanctuary, and he hates it with a passion.

Just... Elijah trying to fuck up time enough to save his dad, and Desmond watching all of it both touched and heartbroken, because if he's going through all of this anyways, it was all for nothing.

Then Elijah comes out of nowhere in the Grand Temple and sucker punches Juno with a data virus he had hardcoded into their lineage's DNA over nine centuries lmao

Please never be sorry for sending me an ask. Pile as much as you want as long as you guys understand that it would take a while for me to answer them (a month or so at this point XD)

Okay, but can you just imagine if Elijah was just a teenager in this one? That would give more of a sucker punch vibe to Desmond once he learns who Elijah is.

He has the ability to time travel but he can’t control where he gets sent. His goal had been to save Desmond Miles but he made the mistake of tying his time to Desmond Miles and not to someone more stable like Rebecca Crane or Shaun Hastings.

Hell, William Miles would be a better choice.

Because…

Desmond Miles’ ‘time’ is connected to the memories he watch in the Animus, making Elijah slip in and out of certain ‘times’, following the memories Desmond watches.

Desmond assumed Elijah was one of the informants in Altaïr’s memories. It’s only when Altaïr began to see him as an annoying child who always got in the way of Altaïr’s missions that Elijah told the truth.

Why?

Because Elijah has nothing to lose from telling Altaïr the truth. He was a prisoner of time itself, being yanked time and time again. He has a theory that he was being yanked to the time in Altaïr’s life where Desmond was watching him so he figured he could give Desmond information as well using Altaïr.

It would be funny, after all.

The Isus have chosen Ezio Auditore to be their prophet.

Why couldn’t Elijah make Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad his prophet then?

And he’ll take Ezio Auditore from the Isus as well.

Maybe it was Aita’s selfishness and desire for power.

Maybe it was his very own selfish desire to have something that was truly his.

“Shall we make a deal, Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad?”

“A deal?” Those golden eyes seemed to pierce his very soul.

But it didn’t matter what he saw.

He cannot begin to fathom the truth.

Not yet, anyway.

Right now, Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad was a man lost in a vicious snowstorm threatening to swallow him whole and pull him to his frozen grave.

He still haven’t found the warmth he was meant to have, given to him by the Calculations.

“My name is Elijah.” He said, “I am a child of Time itself.”

“What nonsen-”

“I will correctly tell you what will happen when you confront Garnier de Naplouse.” Elijah stated, making Altaïr stop from walking away from him. Altaïr turned just enough to stare at him with one of his golden eyes as Elijah continued, “And I will tell you the future you are meant to have.”

“And what do you want in exchange?”

“From you? Nothing.” Elijah admitted, “All I want is a bit of your time.”

“My time?”

“To talk to Desmond Miles.”

Altaïr frowned as he said, “I do not know anyone by that name.”

“I know.” Elijah answered with a nod, “But he’s watching you. The Templars are forcing him to watch you right now and it is because he is forced to watch you that he comes to care for you so…”

“I will help you save yourself, Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad.” Elijah said, “To change your fate to whatever you desire, instead of what has been laid out in front of you. In exchange…”

“All I ask is you listen to me so I can take to my father.” Elijah’s lips curved into a small smirk that felt more Aita than him, “And to commemorate my first message to my father, I believe I should tell him an important truth.”

“Lucy Stillman is a Templar who betrayed the Assassins.”

(I feel like in this case, Elijah would provide more information and let Altaïr do what he wants. He only starts to actually have a more active roll once the memory seals from ACR starts and he grows close to Altaïr’s children. By the time he gets to Ezio and Ratonhnhaké:ton, he’s more ‘fuck the backseat, I’m driving’ and actively helps. This ends up with Elijah finally ‘returning’ to Desmond Miles’ time just as Minerva and Juno told him what will happen if he lets the world burn and, by that point, Elijah had already completed a device that would force Juno’s consciousness to operate the device in Desmond’s stead).

#is this dark?#is it not?#idk #careful elijah #your aita is showing

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anxiousnerdwritings · 4 years ago

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any yandere general damian wayne ?

General Yandere Robin/Damian Wayne

Damian doesn't fully comprehend what's going on with him and why he's acting the way he is. He doesn't understand his thought process when it comes to you.

He wants to protect you and keep you safe from anything and everything. But he also has this overwhelming want to keep you away from everyone.

Damian will stay pretty quiet when he's around you. But you won't really pay it any mind, that's just Damian after all.

Even if he doesn't talk to you, he's always standing close enough to you, whether to be able grab you away from danger or just to be close to you in general.

He'll stalk you, like any other batfamily member. He follows you everywhere he can, especially home, taking pictures of you and just watching.

He'll break into your home and snoop around your stuff. He may take stuff and if he does it will only be small miscellaneous stuff you'd probably misplace anyways.

Once he gets more into a personal relationship, whatever that may be, he'll gradually open up to you. He really craves for acceptance and understanding, and you make him feel all of that.

He's really soft for you in any relationship. He'd literally do anything for you. If you're sad, he'll do and buy whatever he can to make you happy again. He'll let you cuddle with one of his many animal friends. You want to cuddle Ace? Done! You want cat Alfred to snuggle with you? Sure thing! You want to lay on BatCow and cry your eyes out? Go right ahead!

Damian would beat and kill whoever made you feel that way. Make them die a slow and torturous death.

Damian is a protective and a possessive. He wants to be the only one you can rely and depend on. He wants to be your everything just like how you're his everything and more.

He hates any and all of your other friends. He doesnt want to share a place with someone else in your life, he wants to be at the top of your list of important people (preferably the only one on the list).

He would have more respect and patience for your parents and family, because they're the reason you're in his life now. Unless they're terrible people, than he'd "take care" of them.

He would want to spend all his free time with you, doing whichever and whatever you want to do.

I feel like the longer he would be with you, the more he would take on your tics and bits and pieces of your personality and behavior. Whether that's just from all the time you spend together or him just trying to be close with you on a personal level.

Damian is still pretty impressionable and I feel he would look up to you in a way. Whether with admiration or adoration depends on you. He would want you to look up to him in a sense too. He wants to be your hero, your savior, the one you go to first for anything.

He would do anything to keep you with him. He doesnt want anyone coming between you two or trying to take you from him.

If someone took you, he'd go berserk, doing whatever he possibly could to get you back with him, safe and sound. If that person laid a single hand on you, even his own mother and or grandfather, they're dead. He'd ensure it, even if he had to bide his time and be patient. Just know, in the end they'd parish.

In conclusion Damian is your ever loyal Robin, who would absolutely do anything for you and your relationship. Keeping to your side all the time, he'll make sure you can't leave him in any way.

#yandere damian wayne #yandere robin #yandere batman imagine #yandere dc #yandere dc imagine #yandere dc comics #yandere teen titans #yandere titans #yandere writings #yandere imagines #yandere #damian wayne #damian wayne imagine #teen titans #dc comics imagine #dc comics

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writing-frenzy · 4 years ago

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Airplane gets Ghosted~

Brain: :D

Me: Oh no, what did you do.

Brain: Let’s make another Airplane Harem~

Me. 🥺 why are you like this?!

Note: Inspired by A Crowd of Evil Spirits Lines Up to Confess to Me; pretty funny horror unlimited flow story, with some good scares that leave ya at the edge of your seat. (I really love the Protagonist, so good and pure and I headcannon as Aro-Ace~) So anyways, for those who don’t know, in the novel, the Protagonist Gu Wuji is a genuinely good person, an aspiring actor on hard times who suddenly gets pulled into this horror survival game. Here is the thing; while for others this is a truly cursed and terrible thing, for the protag this is just a regular day, just with some people who need some help; he will help Ghosts just as much as he would help a human.

Ghost: *being Scary*

Gu Wuji: Oh no, let me help you? *smiles*

Ghost: *either a blushing mess, happy to be helped, or can feel how strong this human is and is the one scared instead*

So yeah, here this man goes, bewitching everyone he meets, especially terrifying Ghosts who want him to die so they can stay together forever 🙃 Lucky he is so charming, and that with every Instance cleared, he can get points to get items and information/hints from the store.

And then I though about Airplane being in this position and I just grinned.

So, to preface this, I’m going to go on how I think Airplane has been raised in this AU.

Basically, since our favorite writer was young, Airplane was pretty much raised by ghosts. With two increasingly furious and arguing parents who couldn’t care less about him, they don’t notice at all how weird their kid is, not wanting to be reminded of old memories. So thus start’s Airplane’s growing up more comfortable with the headless car-crash victim who helps him know when his bullies are around then actual living people who only seem to try and tear each other apart more then most dead ever want to. Not to say he hasn’t met some mean dead too, but all they seem to care about is just scaring him off so they can be alone. Which, fair.

Just... Airplane is still Airplane, but for him, normal is dealing with the Ghostly Neighbor who will at least hear him out most of the time, especially since most Living people are assholes.

(Also, Airplane will have some of the strength that Gu Wuji is known for, but he mostly just has a really good head for intelligence, logistics, plots, and strategy... Let’s just say Airplane has seen and been through some shit in his younger years.)

I am also being a gremlin and making Shen Jiu and Yue Qi be the friends Airplane makes in middle school, Shen Jiu being superstitious as fuck and Yue Qi going along with it, even as he because more WTF the longer they are friends with Airplane and fully realize ‘Shit, ghost are fucking real, nope, nope, nope.’ It is a beautiful, disaster of a trio and their friendship is eternal... (even if Shen Jiu will never forgive/hold over Yue Qi for leaving him with the ghost in the fucking burned down Mansion, even if Airplane fixed it; apparently it had something to do with their previous incarnations?)

So yeah, these guys are released out into the world, where Airplane writes really good, if bloody dramas, asking his Ghost Friends if he can use some of their stories and them either not caring or excited as they give him the go ahead. (The Police have some questions...)

Sure, he writes some bad porn on the side, but with some of his Ghost friends able to beta read for him, Airplane is able to stay a float nice and easy, if still anxious every time he has to pay the rent because human interaction is so hard when you’re dealing with the living. (Don’t have to worry about meeting someone’s eyes if they’re gouged out after all)

And then we get to the Instances :) (Now, besides the first one that does happen First, these others could happen with one or two between them.)

First Instance(Novice): The Traitor’s Secret~

The fresh new Players, with some older ones here, is part of a Merchant Caravan that they just have to ensure gets from point A to point B, and just live. Simple mission as this is a Novice Instance for innocents pulled in. And it would have even remained a simple one, only having to deal with the wondering dead that are manageable, as they have plenty of supplies to ration and work with, if one of the Older Players wasn’t here with ulterior motives.

See, this ‘Senior’ managed to buy information that there is a great item that can be obtained; the thing is, one must betray their comrades in order to get it, with the first betrayal making the difficulty rise from the Novice to Intermediate immediately, as this as awakened a terrible Boss.

It probably would have gone smoothly (maybe....) but here is the thing.

As it turns out, ‘Senior’ didn’t buy enough information; after The First Betrayal, the Boss Ghost will sneakily become a part of the Party, acting much like a helpful NPC when really he is a trap; if the Betrayer betrays him, it is game over.

But the game is different this time; No one expects Airplane, who has the ability and instincts of a cockroach who was completely willing to hug a Ghost’s (well, NPC’s) thighs

Cue Shang Qinghua who is very confused, because after he sneakily becomes part of the group, this human has decided to cling to him of all people, the Creepy/Grumpy NPC, and not his fellow group members...

Airplane grows on SQH like a fugus, makes amazingly funny commentary, and even tells some interesting stories. On Airplane’s part, Shang Qinghua feels not only like the strongest guy here, but also the most reliably competent...

Not to mention he feels comfortable to be around, which is weird since Airplane doesn’t usually feel to comfortable with the living~ (ha ha ha, maybe because he’s a NPC? Though he still freezes with those guys too...)

As it is, because ‘Senior’ needs to betray everyone, he tries to get Airplane, who, again, is still a very, very morally ambiguous guy, sees this guy trying to kill him, and simply pushes them instead into a throng of the undead.

Airplane: Ah, sorry for the terrible sight Senior brother, but he was trying to kill us? Are you alright? Do you want a massage?

Shang Qinghua is incredulous, but becomes more charmed as time passes.

(Remembers, how his martial brothers, people who he had lived and worked beside all his life, so easily sold him out, trying to kill him only for him to suffer a fate worse then death. It was only so much time was passed, after having to spy and betray those who betrayed him before he finally had the release of death; but even then, his resentment was too strong, even the blood sealed onto his jade hairpin filled with resentment.)

It is this item he gives to Airplane, blushing as he does as he says if the other ever needs help, to just use the pin and it won’t lead him wrong.

When Airplane leaves the instance, he gets a system notice about the points he got, increased because of the Instance’s sudden level increase, as well as information on the item he received from Shang Qinghua

Shang Qinghua’ Hairpin: A Hairpin with deadly secrets, belong to A Spy with a vast network of information, be able to uncover hidden secrets with ease and learn anything you wish of with loyal shades at your command,

Level One: Summon two shades to gather information. (Each level up gets you another shade to do your bidding)

(He only has the information from level one, but once he levels it up, this is what else it can do)

Level 3: Your shades can now help you escape dicey situations

Level 5: Able to uncover the deadly poison hidden in the hollow of it, this deadly substance can poison Living and Dead both

Level: 7: Able to use the Hairpin like a deadly knife, the resentment enriching the wood to be harder and sharper then ever before.

(Past Level Seven, must full on stab someone in a vital place to discover this ability: Able to release one ensured fatal attack from the Hairpin; after that, it will continue to drop to a fifty-fity chance and before renewing each Instance.)

Level 10: be able to summon Shang Qinghua, the deadly competent Spy to your side to aid you; note, he will only help as much as he likes you and you are only truly safe from him for an Hour before he gets free range to do whatever he wants.

So yeah. this is Airplane’s first instance~ It was so terrifying, having to be around so many people and freaky monsters, but he thinks he made a friend? He hopes?

(He certainly gets one heck of an admirer.)(¬‿¬)

Second Instance(Novice): The Healer’s Broken Heart

So, next Instance, Airplane finds himself in an ancient, fantasy hospital with a group half novices and novices who at least survived two or three games after this. The challenge this time is two pair up into teams of two or threes and try and treat as many ‘patients’ in the hospital as one can. First, they have to collect all the medicine they need, prepare the Nursing rooms, and then, of course, treat at least five patients each, or face death for failing.

See, the patients are sorta, kinda, Undead they need to treat as if they were living, so they Have to do things like bandaging sliced throats, sew back on sliced limbs, and drain puss and other gross gory things to give nightmares. Not to mention that they have to follow regular rules like in most hospitals, so no running in the hall, no loud sounds, things like that when their are Ghosts everywhere. (As long as someone doesn’t break the rules, the Ghosts won’t notice you.)

As Airplane is a nervous wreck around people, and with this being a bad day for his anxiety, no one but one guy is willing to partner up with him, this gentle, sweet guy called Mu Fan, who’s amazing chill affects Airplane’s own chill and helps him feel a little better about the situation.

Ha~ Mu Fan is so nice and even knows so much about all the medicines and what to do here! He’s even helpful and nice when Airplane was about to have an anxiety attack, following what Airplane warned him about not touching him, but if he could, maybe hum if he could?

Of course Airplane can’t just let the other carry him the entire way! Mu Fan is just too nice and really helped him back there, so he wants to pay back at least a little. So, being this disaster that he is, instead of thanking Mu Fan and asking him if their is anyways to pay him back, Airplane uses his Hairpin instead to see if he could help the other out.

He gets an... interesting reaction...

Apparently, Mu Fan is actually Mu Qingfang, a Boss Ghost (tho Airplane only knows the other is a ghost) of this area, who can be activated in some ways; examples, if the Players try and hurt the Patients, if Players try and kill each other in cold blood, or try and steal Medicine. Mu Qingfang’s most sincere wish is to free his patients from this cycle of pain, hopefully be free from it for good.

This is the information that Airplane gets, what Mu Qingfang has been trying to discover for years with no luck.

Airplane: QAQ Mu Qingfang is truly too good, too pure for this world, wanting to help the other ghost past on and be out of pain.

On Mu Qingfang’s part, he saw this poor, distressed man and the doctor instincts in him went on fire as he did his best to help the other with their heart demons. But he was really, extremely impressed by them with how they treated his patients, taking care of their wounds like it was nothing, joking with the decapitated head as he sewed it back on, getting a breathless laugh from the woman as she cried happy tears from it. The doctor went really gooey though with how Airplane spellbound his audience of twins who needed to be separated after their parent had sown them together, the two young (very creepy as fuck) children begging for more, distracting from the pain of having to reattach their arms in the right places one more.

(Tries not to cry when this disaster of a Man says he has to do something first before he leaves after he finishes the five patients, only to bring a true gift back as he does. Mu Qingfang has nearly given up on his poor patients ever being free from this constant cycle of pain, their Bandit Killers, for such a small, evil group, never brought to justice only for Airplane to catch them all, bringing them to the hospital so that all their grievances can be aired out and payed back once and for all. It took a bit, and Airplane accidently raised the Level of the Instance himself this time doing it, but he got all the baddies round up and incapacitated as he did.)

Mu Qingfang is ever so grateful, even as Airplane offers to help the man finish up here before he leaves, the last doctor’s visit these ghost will ever need to have. He blesses Airplane with a powerful healing ability, along with a Doctor’s kit that is full of useful supplies, refilling ever day if needed.)

So, Airplane is back in his space, cleaning his hands and body because that was still gross (but not the worse thing he has dealt with) with new points and some good prizes once more, even if he isn’t sure why the level went up all of a sudden? The Bandits honestly weren’t that hard to trick and sabotage?

Mu Qingfang’s Medical Bag

Basically, like the Hairpin, full of goodies that can do more and more OP things the higher the Level it goes (and yes, has a secret poison function as well; Now Shang Qinghua can refill the Hairpin if he ever need to :D And yes, Mu Qingfang can be summoned with an Item in the bag once he gets to Level Ten..

Same with the Healing ability, it just gets more OP the higher the level, tho it doesn’t have a summoning ability, but will let you heal others as much as you want at Level Ten

So thus, this is Airplane’s second Ghost ‘Friend’~ (〃￣︶￣)人(￣︶￣〃)

Instance Three (Intermediate): Guards of The Icy Village

So, Airplane is confident in himself, seeing as he’s managed Instances that go from Novice to Intermediate all the time, thinks ‘why not try an Intermediate, since my Novice experience will probably turn out like that anyways? (the fact that all the choices he has left are either Intermediate or Hard does not matter!)

Looking through his choices, he see a Limited Event One, with a Special Link to it; not knowing what this means but being effected by the Limited deal, he picks it.

(What this means is that there will be an Event in this Instance that will literally only be open this one time and can not be done ever again; Special Link Means that this Event will and can effect in even Higher Level Instances in the Future, depending on how Many +’s are in the title of it.)

This Event has a Max Number of +’s :)

So, he picks his choice and finds himself in this beautiful Icy wonderland with a group of other people. Everyone has to be set into teams here, guarding the snow village from evil spirits and monsters that would prey on it for five days and five nights. And because I want to, Airplane has been teamed up with Gongyi Xiao, Qin Wanrong, Qin Wanyue, and Qiu Haitang. As long as they protect their part of the Village, they will be able to pass the Instance and everything will be swell

(Is this me indulging in having some badass girls, and letting these characters not only get some damn scene time, but be able to be happy and live? Yes, yes it is, because let me explore these guys in this traumatic AU where they have to do all they can to live, and still be able to trust to have each other’s backs dang it)

So, the Huan Hua High Schooler group have already been through two instances at this point, Airplane has been through a lot, and Qiu Haitang has had one game that turned from easy to hard in a minute that she survived with luck and her wits (and gave her a crap ton of points and a need for survival classes she took asap before her next game). Airplane, because he doesn’t trust the fact that they’ll be okay if other parts of the Village they’re in are invaded, sends his spirits and some nifty golems he got from the shop to help patrol everywhere.

Because come on, if one place gets breached, of course the rest will be vulnerable! He’s played the Empire Building, Fortress Making games to prove it!

(Everyone nods, because this actually makes so much sense, how could they have ignored such an obvious trap! Intermediate Instances are no joke!)

Cue really scary as fuck ice monsters and evil spirits. Things are going good, Airplane and co are making it through, with Airplane discovering and making obsolete yet another trap unknowingly because he’s making sure everything is rationed(and using some points to actually buy some fooof) and checking in with villagers all over; because they are literally in charge of protecting and managing all these people, and with everything around here with the blizzard and seize, they have to make sure there is enough food and supplies for everyone.

(That this prevents making evil spirits and monster from rising with the Village is a big thing actually, because some of them are made from the dead.)

So then, the forth day comes; it starts out nice, no more harsh snows, people are coming out of their houses now, Airplane is nearly tearing his hair out from stress and too many people, but he can make do. (has had to make do with worse really)

And then he hears some of the Villagers are about to riot, planning to go at something with stones and pitchforks. Panicking, thinking these NPCs that he has to protect are trying to go outside their weight class, Airplane gets the others in his team and other teams who are useful to hopefully get the weak peasant class NPC out of danger as he goes about handling the problem himself, only to stop and start at the literal child bleeding in from of him.

For a moment, Airplane blanks... (Sure, he knows, from experience, that Children Ghosts are in fact some of the most, if not the most deadly ghost out there... And yet... for all the pranks and cruelty they played, they were always the ones who understood Airplane’s loneliness the most, being the most truthful and blunt and just honest with him...)

So, when Airplane sees this light blue demon child with horns and nasty claws, tear stains on his still baby fat cheeks even as they scowl and bare fangs, fear and anger in their eyes as they tremble before him, Airplane does not kill the child or run them out of the village.

It takes some coaxing, and it’s mostly hunger on the child’s part that wins in the end, but with the last of Airplane’s Jerky being torn through, he is able to treat the kid with his kit in his tent, even get them some cold soup to eat before they sleep.

Airplane has enough time to possibly panic over the fact ‘Wait, if there is a child there must be a parent’ before said Child’s Father appears in the Village the next morning, KO’ing two teams before almost killing his own before Airplane shakily presents them their well treated and contented child...

who doesn’t let go, until their parent raises an eyebrow, makes an amused huff, and easily grabs their child, even if it leaves Airplane with some nasty scratches and one less lucky charm necklace.

(The Future Mobei-Jun, still Mo Bolin, nearly cries, but stubbornly bites his lip as he does, glaring at anything and everyone around him, especially his parent and the warm person he has to leave here. He wants to keep them! They saved him when their was no gain for it, and even used much needed supplies to treat him, which Mo Bolin knows are important and guarded fiercely! They told interesting stories and had good food! He doesn’t want to leave them.)

Mo Bolin’s Father is very amused, and gives Shang Qinghua an ice power(shield) and a Teleporting Token.

So, when Shang Qinghua gets back from this instance, he gets some friend requests, a bunch of points for the best possible ending ever achieved in a game, and info about his new things.

he’ll only be able to make Shields and Barriers with his new Ice Ability, with the strength and number he can make increasing with each level.

With the Token, it allows him to teleport a limited range and places he either sees or has been. It can’t be leveled, but apparently, if he fulfills some sort of condition, it can be upgraded.

So, those are ideas I have for some of the Instances. Things not mentioned:

Time with the Instances is weird; Time still always moves forward, but it can easily skip around... So the next time Airplane accidently gets into a high Nightmare Grade Instance, He might see a fully grown Mo Bolin, now Mobei-Jun~

Another example of Time being weird with the Instances; Airplane obviously met Shang Qinghua first, but Shang Qinghua had been Betrayed and sold out to Mobei-Jun, the same Mobei-Jun that Airplane saved as a child :D

(Yes, Airplane will summon Shang Qinghua in an Instance with Mobei-Jun, and it will be gloriously awkward, even as Shang Qinghua is smug, because he can still see Airplane anytime the other wishes to summon him)

(This will probably lead to Mobei-Jun upgrading Airplane’s Token, making it to where it’s range is even greater now, and can summon him if Airplane wishes it.)

I am still on the fence of making Shen Yuan either a Ghost and part of the Harem, or a player who is bros with Airplane.

There is an Instance in their Real Life, where Qiu Haitang, Shen Jiu, Yue Qi, along with Airplane go along one hell of a Blast from the Past as they find out terrible secrets, things get resolved, there is much crying to be had, and everyone agrees to never mention the Instance ever again or so help them Shen Jiu will make them forget.

(Shen Jiu likes having a sister. Qiu Haitang likes having a brother she actually likes.)

Liu Qingge is a disaster; is he a player, is he a Ghost, is he a monster? Who knows, Airplane doesn’t. (I’m going to say he is a fellow player~ he just likes messing with Airplane.)

And thus, here is this AU~ Hope you guys like it~ EDIT: Noticed this was weird to read, so I added spaces: hope this helps.

#SVSSS #Scum Villain's Self-Saving System #Scum Villain's Self Saving System #Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky #Shang Qinghua #OG!Shang Qinghua #Mu Qingfang #Mobei-Jun #Ghosted Airplane AU

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the-winter-smoulder · 4 years ago

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What The Hell

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Chapter Word Count: 965

Warnings: Language! Mentions of Death, Panic Attack, Eventual Smut, Fluff, Angsty Goodness

Seriously... What the HELL?!

Since the defeat of Thanos, nothing has really been the same, especially not for Sam and Bucky.

Read Chapter 18 Here

Chapter 19: What The Hell Is Taking So Long?

Sam knocked on Y/n’s door. It was 8am and she was supposed to meet him to go over how they were going to interrogate Headlok.

“Y/n? Come on, open up! We got work to do!”

He opened the door, and saw that her room was empty. He smiled, figuring she was next door with Bucky. He walked down the hall to Bucky’s room and knocked on his door.

“Y/n? You in there?”

“Just a minute!”

Sam heard some laughing, and a soft thud followed by a strained “Damn it!”

After a little more rustling around, Sam knocked again.

“Come on! What the hell is taking so long?”

“Hang on!” Bucky said, sounds of stumbling heard behind the door.

Finally, Bucky pulled the door open, trying his best to look casual, leaning on the doorframe, t-shirt inside out.

“Hey, Sam, what’s up?”

“Y/n and I are supposed to be going over strategy for interrogation. She decent?”

“Ha ha, birdbrain. I’m decent. Give me a minute to brush my teeth, then we can go.”

Y/n scooted past Bucky, and he grabbed her hand, pulling her in for a sweet kiss.

“See you later, sweetheart, he smiled, patting her ass.

“Bye, baby,” she said, smiling. She squeezed past Sam and walked quickly back to her room.

“Baby? Sweetheart?” Sam raised an eyebrow, “Y’all had sex, didn’t you!?”

Bucky scoffed, “Shut up, Sam. Let it go.”

“Naw, man – I'm happy for you two. Love looks good on you.”

Bucky smiled and blushed a little, “Shut up,” he chuckled, rolling his eyes and shutting the door.

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Sam and Y/n were talking with Wanda and Clint in a conference room.

“So, as long as he’s in the collar, he can't manipulate us? You're positive?” Y/n asked.

“Absolutely. He can’t do shit. I tried myself to get him to do anything, and he’s a sitting duck,” Clint explained.

“And I can be close by; keep an eye on him while you’re talking to him. Keep him under control if something happens,” Wanda said.

“We need to do this now. He said he’d only talk to you,” Sam said.

“Alright. I’ll get what we need. I can’t guaranty I won’t break his face, but I’ll try not to,” Y/n said, rubbing her palms on her jeans.

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“You wanted to talk to me?” Y/n said, dragging a chair in front of Headlok’s cell.

“Alone,” he hissed.

“She stays or I go,” Y/n said, staring him right in the eye.

He contemplated for a moment, then gestured for her to take a seat.

“Why do you need the Soldier? What do you need me for? And what are you trying to do here?”

“I have nothing but time, Y/n, and I’ll answer your questions. But tell me, what are you doing here?”

She shifted in her seat, contemplating how much to tell him, “I lost my fiancé. I asked to come here to escape.”

“And now you’re in love with the Soldier? Interesting how quickly you moved on.”

“Fuck you, Arthur.”

“Y/n, please. There’s no need for such crass language.”

“I’m sorry,” she smiled, “You’re right. You have nothing but time. Where are my manners? Why do you care so much about me and my Soldier?”

“I don’t care about either of you. Not really. But I know that I can break him. Quite easily too. I could make him do anything I need him to.”

“Arthur, what would you need him to do? Protect you?”

“Oh, no, Y/n. I can protect myself. No. Once I get that time travel technology from you, I’m going to have him kill you.”

Y/n laughed, “Why would you have him kill me? I’m no threat to you. If you got the tech from me, which you won’t - not in this cage – killing me would be unnecessary.”

“Not true. You'd be able to replicate it. Can’t have that.”

“I don’t know how any of that crap works. Tony created it, and he’s not here.”

“You’re the key to a much bigger plan, Y/n. His bigger plan.”

“Him who? Tony? He’s smart, but that ego of his. Trust me, there’s no bigger plan coming from him.”

“But I would need to kill him to ensure my reign in your time. See, I don’t intend to just go to your timeline and help Thanos. I intend to rule over him. And I can only do that with your time travel device. I could go to any time and get those stones for him in exchange for power over him.”

“Yeah, I don’t think you know how Thanos works. He’s more of a loner when it comes to ruling. I don’t think he’ll share the wealth.”

“Another way your Soldier becomes useful. My muscle. And, with you out of the picture, he’d have nothing left to lose. He’d be so easy to control.”

“Interesting theories, Arthur. You certainly do have a wild imagination. I suppose you were going to use the good doctor to help create this tech here? Aurora would be a great ally, if you could actually control her. But I feel she’d give you a run for your money – probably a little more trouble than she’s worth.

“See, you’re stuck here, Arthur. You can’t escape. You’ll die here. You’re powerless.”

“Am I? Powerless? Are you entirely sure Aurora’s on your side, Y/n? I don’t see her locked up in here. Do you think your boyfriend is safe around her?”

Panic struck Y/n like a bolt of lightning. He was right. This was not your Aurora. She was different here. She stood abruptly, knocking over the chair, and running from the hallway, past the conference room.

“Y/n! What’s wrong?” Sam yelled, running after her.

“Bucky... I’ve got to get to Bucky.”

“Why?”

“Aurora’s playing us!”

Chapter 20

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ladyshandioftheendless · 4 years ago

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Shandi’s KISSteria drabbles 30!

Here we go, folks! This battle gon’ be BIG!! @misslivvie and I will most likely split it into a least two parts. Possibly three~ Here’s the first! Enjoy!

~Shandi

The battle of KISSteria: The Necromancer has a dirty little surprise for Black Dahlia and StarChild..

ONE SMALL LIFE Part 16

“Foolish Star Prince!!” the Necromancer scowled, holding his crystal ball high in the air. “The insignificant magic of the Sisterhood will not help you!! The Mistress is with us!! She will rend your flesh from your bones..and you shall rise again as her faithful servants!!” The red smoke swirling within the crystal ball burst forth, surrounding the undead. Black Dahlia knew exactly what would happen next. “So..he’s found a way to become even more powerful. He could resurrect those undead endlessly if they are still at his disposal. We’ve got to destroy them!” With a smirk on his face StarChild nodded. “I’ve got just the thing~” As Demon flew overhead he caught sight of StarChild signaling to him. His eyes glowed a deep red and he opened his mouth wide, raining fire down upon the rising undead. The Necromancer drew the smoke back to create a barrier around himself, leaving his undead to burn completely to ashes.

“It is as we predicted.”

StarChild turned to see Vinneketh standing beside him. “It seems so. Are you alright? Are you injured?”

“Thankfully I am not. The Gods have shown me great favor this day.”

“I’m glad to hear it. Where are the other Warriors?”

“They have joined with the White Court in defending the Palace’s main gates.”

A group of Cultists that had attempted to storm the gates were on their knees covering their ears. With the Sisters nullifying their magic Freddie had disoriented them with his voice, leaving Masika and Bomani an opening to give them a quick and bloody end with their blades. Any stragglers were shot through the head or the heart by Dalila’s arrows.

StarChild stifled his laughter. “So much for them~” Vinneketh’s expression changed to one of amusement. “Indeed. The Cult is attempting to be clever, breaking off into smaller groups to attack multiple points around the Palace, but we haven them all..’beaten to the punch’ if you will.” Vince’s loud shriek echoed in their ears. Cultists screamed as they were blasted from the battlements and crashed to the ground.

“GET WRECKED, MOTHERFUCKERS!!”

Deep, bone shattering chords rumbled from Nikki’s bass, cracking the ground open beneath the Cultists’ broken bodies. The last thing they heard was the Crue’s laughter as they fell to their deaths. Now it was Black Dahlia’s turn to be amused. “Well..they’re certainly having fun~” StarChild shrugged. “I expected nothing less~” He looked up to see Nikki wink at him, and he nodded and smiled in return.

“I hate to say it..but they got a little bit too close for my taste.” Black Dahlia said with a frown. “I agree. That is why I sent a few of your Sisters to guard the southern walls.” Vinneketh placed his fingers against his temples to channel his energy. “I can share my vision with you.” StarChild and Black Dahlia’s eyes began to glow white. “Now..you may see through my eyes..”

The vision opened to the Palace gardens. A group of Cultists had used an invisibility spell to get past the walls, but they could not get past the Sisters. With their staffs held high, the Sisters created a thick black miasma that ate through the spell. With no other options left the Cultists drew their weapons and attacked.

“Entering somebody else’s home without knockin’? That’s impolite y’know~”

The heavy black storm clouds that had gathered in the sky opened to reveal Ace, his eyes and hands crackling with electricity. He trapped the Cultists within a cage of lighting, making them easy prey for an enraged CatMan and his young Apprentice.

“FOR THE HONOR OF THE WILDCATS!! NOW YOU DIE!!”

The vision faded as the Cultists were shredded to pieces by the WildCats’ claws and fangs.

StarChild sighed. “CatMan and Ace will see to the protection of the gardens. I have faith in them.”

“And my Sisters will back them up.” Black Dahlia turned towards the red smoke growing again in the distance. “Vinneketh..send word. Tell the others to make certain they destroy the bodies utterly. If they are still intact then the Necromancer can use his magic to raise them again. StarChild, we must destroy his crystal ball. Without it he’ll be powerless.”

Vinneketh nodded and ran off. “There is only one problem,” Black Dahlia said to StarChild as they readied themselves. “Getting close enough. He will be guarding that crystal ball more closely than he guards his fellow Cultists. He will suspect us.”

That gave StarChild an idea. “Not if we lure him to us.”

Black Dahlia looked at him for a second, then grinned. “I like the sound of that~ It’s the best we’ve got anyhow.”

Snarling and screaming made them turn their heads, and they saw undead and living Cultists alike descending on a group of soldiers, slashing their throats and piling on top to overwhelm them.

StarChild clenched his fists, and purple energy swirled and coiled around them. “Shall we~?”

Black Dahlia twirled her staff. “Let’s~”

They broke into a run towards the building mound of bodies, and right as they reached it Black Dahlia slammed her staff into the ground and StarChild leapt into the air. A powerful gust of wind tore through the battlefield, blowing the undead off the soldiers, while StarChild, now a comet of purple light, flew over the Cultists to pick them up and throw them off like they were nothing. Then he flew down to help a soldier off the ground. “Are you all right?”

“Yes, my Prince, we are.”

“Good.” StarChild patted his shoulder. “Keep fighting!”

Freddie’s voice could be heard from the main gates. Brian continued playing his Red Special, assisting Freddie in incapacitating the Cultists, while Roger changed his drumsticks into escrima sticks, and John’s bass guitar became a morningstar mace. “Let’s get to work, Johnny boy!” Unfortunately John was caught off guard before he could attack when a Cultist’s weapon hit him in the head and sent him to the ground.

“You shall be sacrificed to my Mistress!!” the man said fanatically as he raised the end of his spear in the air, aiming for John’s heart. “Rejoi—”

An arrow struck him through the heart, and he fell to the ground. Dalila lowered his bow and ran to John to help him up. “Are you all right..my darling~?”

“Fine…” John rubbed his head and gave him a nod. “Thank you..lovely~”

“Dalila, c’mon!” Masika called from where he and Bomani were fighting. Masika was flipping and twisting and throwing his daggers, with the biggest grin on his face. “You’re missing all the fun!”

Bomani cut down a Cultist with his axe. “That’s twenty for me!”

“I’m only on seventeen, come on!”

Dalila sighed and shook his head. Leave it to his brothers to turn a battle into a competition. "As if they need my help. They seem to be doing just fine on their own~"

"They certainly have an..interesting idea of fun as well~" John remarked. When Dalila turned to him and smiled he returned it, their gazes reflecting unspoken words of affection. As much as they longed to embrace, that had no place on the battlefield "This is..rather embarrassing. I must admit..as skilled as I am with my weapon I have never been in a battle of such..intensity. I would appreciate your assistance if you would care to accompany me~" Dalila's smile only widened. "We are allies are we not? I would consider it a grave injustice to not render aid when I am asked~"

"Then it would be an honor to have you backing me up~" John gripped his mace tightly as another group of Cultists ran towards them with weapons drawn. "Now..let's go make them seriously regret their life choices.."

In the sky, Demon swooped down, drenching Cultists attacking another group of soldiers with his blood. He landed next to the smoking, melting pile of flesh, setting it ablaze with his fire. "There's a few more that maniac can't resurrect."

"W-we must fall back.." An injured soldier spoke in a voice barely audible. "If we die..we will just become undead fodder for the Necromancer..and we will not disgrace KISSteria in such a way!!" Demon nodded. "Regroup then. Take your injured inside the Palace where the Sisters can attend to you. Tell the others that can still fight to go to the Sisterhood's Temple. The people need their soldiers. The Armies of Rhye and Jendell can relieve you."

"Yes sir! Retreat to the Palace, Army of KISSteria! We must ensure the safety of the people!!"

"Demon! Demon!"

Demon didn't even flinch when a frantic Fox barreled face first into his chest and fell backward. "Having trouble are we?" Fox rubbed his sore nose. "I've never had to fight like this. They won't even listen to reason. They just..want to kill.."

"And they want my daughter." Demon snarled, red smoke billowing from his eyes. "But they won't have her. Not while I still draw breath." Fox looked up with wide eyes. He wished he had Demon's courage. His determination. Now he just felt..so useless.

"Demon!!"

The sound of StarChild's voice startled him from his thoughts.

"Why is my army retreating?!"

Demon cracked his neck. "They were taking too many casualties. I told them to fall back to the Palace." StarChild frowned. "I had..no idea things were so dire for them. If that is what is best then so be it. Fox, you can help them. Make sure they get inside the Palace safely. These savages mean to end their lives to make more undead for their Master. Deny them." Fox swallowed a huge lump in his throat. "B-but I.."

"Fox." StarChild's tone was firm but at the same time..comforting. "I would not have asked you to join KISS if I did not have faith in your abilities. I remember what you showed us when we performed together, don't you? I know you are afraid. We all are. Don't let it hinder you. Let it steel you. Let it make you fight harder for the innocent. Show them they should never underestimate the cunning and strength of the Fox." Demon placed a hand on Fox's shoulder. "You're not alone. You're never alone. I will be in the sky above. I will rain hell down upon them." Fox watched as Demon spread his wings again and flew off, disappearing into the clouds.

"StarChild, I need you!!" Black Dahlia yelled. StarChild clenched his fists. "I must go. Don't forget..you are not dead weight. You are here because you deserve to be." He smiled briefly before flying off, impaling the attacking Cultists with his star blades. "GET YOUR DIRTY HANDS OFF HER!!"

"I am cunning. I am strong. I am cunning. I am strong.." Fox repeated those words over and over under his breath. Just saying them wasn't enough though. He had to believe them as well. He looked up. Demon could not be seen, but he could be felt.

He was always close just as he said he would be. "I have a job to do." he said with a furrowed brow, now glowing a bright orange. "I must protect the soldiers. Come to me, Fox Army. Help me fight for the defenseless!!" Energy burst forth from his body and took shape. Giant foxes. Regal. Beautiful. Powerful. They stood on either side of their Summoner, fangs and claws bared. "You all know who the enemy is. Not one more soldier dies today."

Meanwhile Starchild and Black Dahlia were making headway. So much that it enraged the Necromancer. His brothers and sisters had accomplished nothing save minor scrapes. Could nothing be done about their blasphemous magic?

Very well. If they could not kill the pesky prince and the Sister of the false gods, he would do it himself.

"Time to face facts, Necromancer.." Black Dahlia pointed her staff as she and StarChild closed in on their target. "..you've failed. You're finished. Surrender now and we may find it in our hearts to go easy on you."

"Easy..as in killing you outright instead of you rotting in a dungeon for the rest of your life." StarChild said, his eyes glowing brightly. The Necromancer held his crystal ball tightly in both hands, his expression seething with hatred. "You think you have me? Think again, blasphemers!! You.." He pointed to StarChild with a twisted grin. "I have a little gift for you~" He cringed. "Save it. I don't want anything from the likes of you."

"Are you certain~?" Red smoke poured out from the crystal ball and began to take shape. A human shape. StarChild backed away, looking on with wide, horrified eyes. "No..no. It can't be!!" Black Dahlia was at his side immediately. "What is it? StarChild!!"

"GIVE ME THE CHILD!!"

"NO!!" StarChild backed away from the smoky form of the Crimson Witch. "You can't be here!! YOU'RE DEAD!!" The Necromancer laughed. "Do you really believe you can stop the Mistress's resurrection?! You may think you are on the verge of victory by killing my brothers and sisters..but their deaths have only strengthened me!! Their souls fuel my power!! And now I summon the Mistress's spectral form to annihilate you!!"

“Bastard..” StarChild cursed through gritted teeth. He glanced over at Black Dahlia who nodded to him. “Ever at your side, my friend.” He smiled. “I admit it..you caught me off guard with that one, Necromancer. But you’re forgetting..we’ve destroyed her before. Try not to cry when we turn your precious Mistress to dust. Again.”

To be Continued!!

#Shandi's drabbles #Shandi's KISSteriaverse #One Small Life #HUGE BATTLE part 1!

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eggoreviews · 6 years ago

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Viddy Games Monthly #1 - February 2019

Is this really late? Sure Is!

Here's something new I'm trying! In this 'issue' (lol):

NEW RELEASES - A look back at everything exciting that dropped this month, from Resident Evil 2 to the new 2D Mario!

NEWS - January is usually pretty dry for viddy games, but there's some interesting stuff still!

Release dates, updates and more!

NEW RELEASES

Fitness Boxing (RD: January 4th - Nintendo Switch)

And here we have Nintendo’s first real attempt in this console generation to draw in the fitness crowd they catered to so well with the Wii. Except, Fitness Boxing feels a lot more technical and niche than those other titles from a decade ago. Fitness Boxing’s main draw is teaching you how to improve your boxing form, meaning it’s definitely not one to play with the family unless you’re all die hard boxing fans. But if you’re less interested in picking up the technical aspects, Fitness Boxing works just as well as a fitness companion, coming packed with its own motivational trainer (I haven’t picked this game up purely because it would feel like I’m cheating on the Wii Fit Trainer. Plus this basically dashes all hope of Wii Fit Switch so I’ll need to mourn that for a hot minute).

Mario & Luigi: Bowser’s Inside Story + Bowser Jr.’s Journey (RD: January 11th - Nintendo 3DS)

As the 3DS reaches the end of its lifespan and its screentime in the Nintendo Directs gets shorter, this Mario & Luigi title could well be one of the last RPGs we see on the system. In this enhanced remaster, the worlds of turn based RPG and 2D platformer collide and, coupling this fact with some odd setpieces including Bowser’s literal stomach, also make for one of the weirdest games on the system. Despite this, there’s no doubt that it works. With the addition of the Bowser Jr.’s Journey expansion, there’s undoubtedly a wealth of content to explore here, especially if you’re new to this oddly charming RPG spin-off.

New Super Mario Bros. U Deluxe (RD: January 11th - Nintendo Switch)

The latest in a long line of Wii U ports, Nintendo has bundled up Mario U and Super Luigi U and released it yet again on the Switch. This is by no means a bad thing, as we had yet to see a 2D Mario on the system, but the general consensus seems to be that the play time is much shorter than the price would have you believe. Of course, if you’re a die hard Mario fan, there’s no doubt you’ve already picked this up and it’s definitely worth a go if you didn’t have a chance to play on Wii U. Alongside this, new features include new playable characters and helpful items for if you’re like me and are terrible at platformers (I welcome these changes). But really, I think the talk of the town was the fact they patched in Blue Toad before release when everyone got sad that he was absent. Thanks Nintendo.

Tales of Vesperia: Definitive Edition (RD: January 11th - Windows, Xbox One, PS4, Switch)

An enhanced port with updated HD graphics to celebrate the 10th anniversary of this beloved entry in Bandai Namco’s Tales series. This edition comes packed with a beefy selection of new content, including all that was exclusive to Japan at the time of the PS3 port’s release. Generally, this game scored high at the time of its release, being cited as an interesting and unique JRPG that was made all the better by its trademark combat system that has been carried throughout the series.

The Walking Dead: The Final Season - Episode 3: Broken Toys (RD: January 15th - Windows, Xbox One, PS4, Switch)

Against all the odds, the critically acclaimed Walking Dead game series has somehow survived the closure of its creator, Telltale Games, continuing under Skybound Entertainment. The series continues to shine in critic reviews, which thankfully continues into the penultimate episode, Broken Toys. With a firm release date of the final episode being March 26th, we won’t have to wait long to finally witness the end of Clementine’s story.

Travis Strikes Again: No More Heroes (RD: January 18th - Nintendo Switch)

The third entry in the No More Heroes series has finally arrived 9 years after its second effort, though this time to mixed reviews. The gameplay fans of the series are used to has been totally overhauled this time around, instead throwing Travis into a possessed game console containing six wildly different, self-contained video games. This time, the gameplay is entirely from a top-down perspective. Some enjoyed this radical change of pace for the series, but other fans of Travis believed the drastic change was a little too jarring to enjoy in contrast to this entry’s predecessors.

Resident Evil 2 remake (RD: January 25th - Windows, PS4, Xbox One)

The highly anticipated remake of Capcom’s horror classic finally dropped this month, and let’s be honest, it’s everything fans wanted. The controversial move to ditch the usual fixed camera the early RE games are known for so the game could be built in Capcom’s home-grown Resident Evil 7 engine was what made the game so immersive and genuinely terrifying. With tons of gameplay tweaks, Capcom managed to tread the line between creating a fresh experience and staying faithful to the original game. Entirely different puzzle solutions, new dialogue and a whole new playable character in Sherry Birkin ensures that those who know the original inside out will still have more to discover, but the return of each horrifying boss and setpiece in glorious HD puts the nostalgia into overdrive. Plus, the tofu block came back so really there’s nothing to gripe at.

Kingdom Hearts III (RD: January 29th - Xbox One, PS4)

Here it is. The game fans have been waiting 14 years for. The one that ties every character and confusing plot arc together and says ‘Merry christmas, Baymax is in this game now!’

With a few fan favourite worlds returning among a handful of new ones, Kingdom Hearts has finally launched itself into the current gen with a heartfelt tale of friendship and big hair. There really is very little to say about this, because we all knew it was going to be good.

Also out this month:

First person shooter Bright Memory released this month to positive reception, despite controversy around the stolen assets used by the devs.

Charming adventure game Vane dropped this month, allowing players to explore a beautiful world as a boy who can turn into a bird.

Ace Combat 7: Skies Unknown, the critically acclaimed combat flight sim series, released for PS4 and Xbox One, with some great VR content.

Life Is Strange 2 Episode 2 - Rules released this month, continuing the heartfelt tale of two brothers on the run

Gothic Indie RPG Sunless Skies released at the very end of January, showing a detailed focus on narrative and exploration

NEWS

What’s been happenin’? Probably a lot, but this is what I picked up on!

Metroid Prime 4 has gone a bit wonky

As everyone has probably heard by now, the long awaited Metroid Prime 4 has officially been halted and restarted, as announced in a commendably transparent video Nintendo published on their YouTube channel last month. Basically, they weren’t happy with how development was going so they’ve gone back to square one, this time with the help of past Prime developers Retro Studios. Honestly, this is a really good sign, as it shows how committed Nintendo are to creating a solid game to stand next to the other three. Plus, this makes a Prime trilogy switch port way more likely in my eyes, so hooray for that.

Piranha Plant got here early!

At the tail end of January, those who redeemed their plant boi codes turned on Smash and suddenly got the gratefully received ‘Piranha Plant joins the battle’ message! I can confirm I made a bit of a weird dolphin noise when I saw he’d turned up before the estimated February release. In another post, I’ll be breaking down his moveset in a bit more detail, so keep an eye out for that if you’re a fellow plant connoisseur!

Sony patents retro back-compatibility for PS5?

A new patent Sony put through last month that they tried to sneak by us MAY hint at retro back-compatibility for their next system, spanning all four of their home consoles. If this news is true, this could give Sony a massive edge in the next console gen, as remasters and retro games become increasingly popular, as well as the fact that people are unlikely to want to leave the considerable PS4 library behind. So at the very least, we can hope for PS4 games to be playable on the PS5.

Cross platform achievements could be a thing!

A since removed GDC listing teased the possible integration of Xbox Live onto iOS, Android and, interestingly, the Nintendo Switch! At a base level, this would very probably mean that achievements between these two consoles would be cross compatible, or at least viewable on either console. While nothing is confirmed just yet, this could be a sign of the growing partnership between Microsoft and Nintendo.

Nintendo is really lovin’ their mobile games!

With Switch sales beginning to level out ever so slightly, Nintendo seems to be turning to the mobile market. A mobile Mario Kart was announced a couple of years ago, but now it finally has a name, Mario Kart Tour. It’s now slated for a Summer 2019 release. Alongside this, Nintendo have announced Dr. Mario World for mobile, as well as rumours bubbling under that Dragalia Lost could be seeing a localised port for Canada and Europe.

New Nintendo Selects for the States!

Super Mario Maker, The Legend of Zelda: Majora’s Mask 3D and Star Fox 64 3D have arrived in America as Nintendo Selects, thankfully proving that Nintendo aren’t quite willing to let the 3DS die just yet. Not to be that guy, but Majora’s Mask over in Europe as a select would be pretty great. Pls.

Indie Highlights

And finally, Nintendo has dropped another Indie Highlights on us, featuring the likes of Wargroove, When Ski Lifts Go Wrong, Forager and the (long awaited?) Goat Simulator port. Worth a look if you’re looking for something a little wackier to play this month!

That’s all the headlines for this month!

FREE VIDYA

Are you subscribed to whatever online service your console has? Then oh boy, you got some free stuff!

NES Nintendo Switch Online - Blaster Master & Zelda II: The Adventure of Link

This month, Nintendo added the ever wonderful and upsettingly hard Zelda II to their retro lineup, along with lesser known run-and-gun platformer Blaster Master.

PlayStation Plus - Steep & Portal Knights

It’s a good month for snowboard enthusiasts over on the PS4 this month, as Ubisoft’s open world sports game Steep joins the lineup. Alongside this, the artistically charming RPG Portal Knights was free last month. January also marked the final month of PS Plus support for the Vita and PS3, with Fallen Legion: Flames of Rebellion & Super Mutant Alien Assault joining the Vita lineup and Zone of the Enders HD Collection and Amplitude free for PS3 owners

Xbox Game Pass

January was a hecking good month for members of the Xbox game pass, with the entire Life Is Strange saga joining the service, along with other quality games such as Just Cause 3, Farming Simulator 17, Absolver, Aftercharge and ARK: Survival Evolved.

RELEASE DATES

Yoshi’s Crafted World

Nintendo released a story trailer for Yoshi’s creative new outing, showing off Baby Bowser and Kamek as the game’s villains. The release date set for this uniquely cardboard platformer is March 29th, so fans won’t have to wait long!

Kirby’s Extra Epic Yarn

Breathing new life into the 3DS is this enhanced port of Kirby’s Epic Yarn, which originally released on the Wii in 2010. Featuring all new content that wasn’t available the first time around, fans of the Kirby series will be able to pick this up from March 8th.

Final Fantasy remasters

After the exciting announcement in September that beloved Final Fantasy games would be coming to other consoles in 2019, Square Enix have finally announced release dates for a couple of these titles. Final Fantasy X/X-2 HD Remaster will hit the Switch and Xbox One on April 16th, while Final Fantasy XII: The Zodiac Age arrives on both of these consoles on April 30th.

RUMOURS

Welcome to probably the most controversial segment of this, the rumour-y bit! Just a pre-warning that nothing talked about here is by any means confirmed, so keep your expectations tempered.

SNES for Switch Online?

A recent datamine into the NES Switch Online app has apparently revealed a list of 20 SNES games in the code that could be coming to the system in the future, including Mario World, Kirby Superstar, A Link to the Past and Super Metroid. I’m hesitant to say this is true because nothing has been said on Nintendo’s end yet, but considering the lack of content for Switch Online as of yet, I’d say it’s fairly likely in any case. If this is true, we can all hope for DK Country and EarthBound also because pls Nintendo.

Smash Ultimate Fighter Pass Leak

There have been two notable datamines in the past month that could reveal our four remaining DLC fighters for Smash Ultimate. The first uncovered three names in the coding for the game, Plant (obviously referring to Piranha Plant), Jack (Likely Joker from Persona 5) and Brave (Speculated to be Erdrick from the Dragon Quest series). The reason why Brave is so heavily speculated to be Erdrick is because, in Japan, the hero class Erdrick belongs to in Dragon Quest is called ‘Yusha’, which translates to brave in English. Alongside this, one of the heads of development for Smash Ultimate, Shinya Kumazaki, recently posted a photo of the iconic shield from Dragon Quest with the caption ‘the brave’s shield’, which naturally sent the internet into meltdown. Personally, I think Erdrick is pretty much a dead cert for the DLC roster at this point, especially after that Instagram tease.

Thanks for reading!

In the next issue, most likely in the first week of March, I’ll be reviewing the likes of Jump Force, Metro Exodus, Far Cry New Dawn and Anthem, plus giving you a rundown of anything game-y that happens in February! Plus, the new game of the month feature will begin next time, as I explain my choice for January’s best game. Have a fun day. Stay hydrated.

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madokasoratsugu · 6 years ago

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the red that binds

[Varg/Lucette, Fritz/Lucette; lots of implied sexual content]

summary: He could never stand to lie to her. Except when -. Well. The exceptions don’t matter anymore, do they? Not when it is Varg’s company she seeks night after night. (in which varg is intent on making many, many excuses, and lucette is intent on having none of them explained as they partake in what is, at its very core, a destructive love.)

a/n: /banging pots and pans/ BACK AT IT W MY BS VENT FICS !! boy did it feel good to write without thinking/planning much. p sure format is messy on tumblr again so pls give it a read on ao3 instead if u can !! thank u.

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This arrangement isn’t so bad, Varg figures.

There’s the princess lying bare beneath him, blood on her teeth.

Lucette licks her lips, and drags him down for another rough, copper filled kiss.

Her skin is hot and sweaty under his roaming hands, and her voice sickly sweet.

No, Varg doesn’t mind at all.

Not even the way she calls for someone else as she finishes.

Hildyr dies years too late.

And Lucette - poor, pretty Lucette who’s seen the heads of one too many people she loved roll merciless at her feet - simply takes the crown like second nature.

Adopts her mother’s cruelty like a second skin.

Only this time, it’s driven like a rusty knife through herself.

Grotesque, but true.

Amongst the wreckage of her former self, Lucette rules with an iron fist.

Amongst the death of those not her fault, Lucette too, lays herself to rest.

Varg would know.

Since Varg’s seen it firsthand, with how the lionhearted princess discards her apathetic mask for him.

Not a queen to him, not yet.

Not when she’s still wounded and rabbit hearted, panting and unraveling so, so easily in Varg’s hands.

People don’t call him a magician for no good reason.

But, well.

Maybe that was a stretch.

Magicians hide aces up their sleeves, credit their fame to their secrecy.

Varg has none of those, not in front of his princess.

Ace in the holes never pull through for him.

Not when his ultimate ace is his face.

Even that doesn’t work on Lucette, who traces it with her nails.

Hard enough to hurt, but not enough to draw blood.

Not like the vibrant scarlet trails she leaves upon his back.

With secrets - tricky things - they are akin to lies, with her.

And that would never do.

He could never stand to lie to her.

Except when -.

Well.

The exceptions don’t matter anymore, do they?

Not when it is Varg’s company she seeks night after night.

Or is it just his face?

It doesn’t matter either way, to the man.

Not anymore.

Streaks of red haphazardly carved into his back, his arms.

So it’s only polite that he returns the favour with bruising bites of his own.

Teeth marks and throaty gasps hold their relationship together.

Heresy to a typical romance.

Varg would have minded, once upon a time.

But there’s hungry kisses pressed against his collarbone, humming against his jugular.

He would have minded, once upon a time.

But it is not his mind that has retained.

Lucette breaks into a wet gasp, and her eyes fill with tears.

Varg licks at the newest mark.

She doesn’t tell him to stop.

He doesn’t.

Some days, Varg’s fingers still tingle, phantom magic and invisible loss trickling out of him.

The screams of Lucette ringing in his ears, shrill as Hildyr’s laugh.

It had made his impossible headache pound.

Mind cleanly cleaved in half, Varg had never felt - worse.

Loose ends and punishments, Hildyr had crowed.

Varg’s fingers curl into a loose fist.

There’s nothing to hold on to.

No one.

Some days, Varg cannot tell the difference between Lucette’s grief and his own.

Whatever Lucette desires, Varg delivers.

(kisses upon her palm, a rebel’s head on the stake)

Whatever Lucette wishes, Varg grants.

(her name whispered so carefully, the gouged eyes of an adviser)

Whatever Lucette asks, Varg answers.

(can you stay, will you leave, do you love me?)

He’s always been compliant, but this -.

This is excessive, new.

But that is what his princess craves.

The fresh twist of Varg’s face from too long nails, the inelegant way he kisses her between her thighs.

Anything, anything that doesn’t remind.

That isn’t refined or right or proper.

That isn’t gentle or good or kind or -.

Him.

Lucette bites back another bitter cry to let slip a pleasured sigh.

Varg counts it as a point in his favour.

The first time Lucette does not spurn Varg’s touch is six months after he -

Expired, for the lack of a better word. A kinder one.

‘The only way,’ Hildyr had said then, so boredly, callously, ‘ to get you to behave, hm?’

Now, it is a different matter entirely that has her in tears.

But she is still mad with the same grief, with loss, with terrible, terrible hatred the Tenebrarum soaks like a sponge.

How like the Queen to ensure her crown would go to a worthy heir in the worst ways possible.

Varg is only surprised Lucette does not tell him to go when he knocks at her door at midnight.

“Cinderella is up past her curfew.” Varg had said, trying so, so hard not to crumble at the sight of her running tears, her shaking fingers.

Varg is only surprised when Lucette pulls him in, locks the door behind them and kisses him feverishly, mumbling an ancient word both knew had already lost its meaning.

Then she falls to her knees, wailing gracelessly, too hurt to bother with facades, with pride.

And Varg falls with her, cradling her to his chest, letting her cry all the tears he cannot bring himself to.

“I don’t want to marry - marry -.”

And she cannot finish her sentence, too betrayed to even think of her own mother’s words from the afternoon.

Cruel excuses of genetics and the country’s future, of Hildyr’s own sacrifice.

Funny thing to call your own daughter, really.

Her hot tears spurs - something in the raven.

Something Varg thought had died six months ago.

Bending over, Varg kisses the corner of Lucette’s eye, murmuring against her flushed skin, “You don’t have to give them anything.”

Smart, clever Lucette, understands without repetition his connotations.

“No.” She agrees, and still lost in her mad grief, kisses him again.

And again, and again, until they end up on her bed, until it is his name tumbling senselessly between her heated gasps, the aching of being filled that brings tears to her eyes instead.

Lucette doesn’t give Hildyr, the kingdom, any more of herself than she gives Varg.

Which is to say, everything, but nothing, all at once.

It’s a contradiction Varg does not understand until Hildyr’s blood is on Lucette’s hands, a familiar sword plunged through her bosom.

Poetic justice, Varg would have said, if not for the hollowed out stare Lucette bears as she drags the sword out.

Blood splatters over her dress, her unflinching face.

That day, Angielle celebrated the death of a queen and the crowning of a new one.

That day, Lucette gave herself away - but to whom, Varg isn’t sure.

Especially when Varg finds his princess seeking his companionship once more that night, another name hanging off her lips.

Varg doesn’t mind, not when he could have been that person.

Not when he was.

(but what a difference ‘was’ and ‘is’ made.)

“Don’t - go.” Lucette breathes, face buried into Varg’s neck.

She peppers a butterfly kiss, and the knowledge of who it is she’s calling for kills him.

“I won’t.” Varg says, false and gentle, in a way these lips used to speak.

Shifting, he soaks in her moan.

Soaks in her pain.

Ah, they both really were -

Too far gone, weren’t they?

Once, back when Lucette was still more of a girl than a witch, Varg had heard her singing to herself.

It was a lipsing, low tune, too complicated to be any childhood lullaby.

A forgotten language rolling over her tongue, clicking between her teeth.

Hiding himself behind the corner, with but a wall separating them, Varg had closed his eyes to the sky and listened.

It was a tune he recognised, a love song rough around its edges and poorly composed.

Still, Lucette had made it sound so -

Beautiful.

And when she tapered off, Varg had thought he could hear her smile.

Had thought she just might, a slender curve of lip unabashedly reserved for him.

But which him Varg refers to -

Till now Varg doesn’t know.

Doesn’t want to know.

Ah, he really was a coward, after all.

The moon is high when Lucette sinks into Varg’s arms, in tears, once more.

This time, it’s a quiet trickle, too used to their path down her pale cheeks.

Again, he silently holds her, combing, tangling his fingers in her too long hair.

For once, they sit on the bed fully dressed.

The letter from Brugantia lies crumpled on the bedside table.

In it, King Klaude Aidric Renaldi Mattheus Almonte details their search for the missing Prince Rod Benedikt Widdensov and Princess Emelaigne Widdensov -

The rest is better left unsaid. Kinder.

“Varg.”

Lucette speaks for the first time since the man has entered her chambers, voice scratchy and hollow.

Varg hums in reply, gazing down at her. Touched by the barest fractures of moonlight, she looks vulnerable, common.

Certainly nothing like the queen the people of Angielle all loved her as.

Certainly nothing like the awkwardly kind princess he had loved her as.

Lucette’s grip over his shirt is unnaturally tight, and Varg lets it be.

She pushes herself off his chest, and moves from her position curled on his lap to straddle his hips instead.

Varg’s hands find themselves on her waist and back, teasing fingers running down the indents of her spine.

Unaffected, or at least appearing not, Lucette leans forward.

Hair sliding over her shoulders, hands sliding over Varg’s chest to rest with thumbs overlapping on his neck, a loving, loose chokehold.

“You will die by my hand and no one else’s.” Lucette breathes. “Understood?”

Slowly, surely, her hands fully circle around Varg’s throat. She does not squeeze down. Varg almost wishes she would.

Honey eyes half lidded, caramelised a bitter brown in the darkness of the room.

They hold no trace of softness, of love, of anything good or pure, anything he might have once loved her for.

Anything he might still love her for.

“Whatever you want, Lucette .” Varg whispers, all blind devotion and reverence, all canines and mockery, all the things she likes about him.

And when Lucette smiles in response, Varg can almost pretend it’s kind.

Almost.

Lucette’s touch was careful and worried, once.

Like a calm stream, smooth and cool, always questioning, always wanting to swallow up more than she allowed her fingertips to graze.

Now, kissing her wrist, Varg cannot find that hesitation.

Her touch is an icy burn, blistering and devouring, eager and painful grips on his shoulders.

It’s just a pity none of that want is reflected in her watering eyes, clear and desperate for something - someone.

It’s just a pity neither of them can give the other what they wholeheartedly seek from each other night after night.

The whole affair is a piteous one, really.

But Varg doesn’t -

Care.

Can’t bring himself to.

Not when the one who did, so, so much, is already gone.

And in his maddening grief, Varg kisses Lucette.

It isn’t healthy.

It isn’t right.

It isn’t anything Lucette deserves.

But still.

She’s the one who keeps returning, who keeps desiring, wishing, asking.

And Varg -

Varg is only happy to provide.

What else is a loyal wolf good for, if not to please his mistress?

If it starts with corruption, and ends with the guillotine -

Well.

Varg was never one to expect a long life, anyway.

He doesn’t know when judgement will fall, if it ever will.

All he knows is when its time to pay his dues, there’ll be a forgotten song trailing from his lips, and the woman who once, could have loved him, will be the one who swings the gavel.

And if that’s how he goes -

Varg doesn’t mind it at all.

#cinderella phenomenon #cinderella phenomenon spoilers #lucette riella britton #varg (cinderella phenomenon)#fritzgerald aiden leverton #melon writes

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elliacm · 4 years ago

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Mr.Ma’s Delivery Service

Prologue - Truth Be Told

'Hardwell Special Academy locations are everywhere! From America, South America, Europe, East Asia, and Africa! The exact locations? That's only disclosed to our future attending students and staff! This is to ensure the privacy and safety of our students'

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"How lovely, and if they die that means no one can find them, verrry well thought out." A sharp sarcastic tone rolled off the tongue of this lonesome thirty-four-year-old man. Busy indulging in a brochure that held confusing cryptic details about Hardwell Academy, It wasn't exactly surprising, the school housed child spies, it was best to keep the details made out of exaggerated anagrams.

Puffs of smoke escaped his mouth, the strong whiff of cigarette smell carried throughout the space he dwelled in. The frustrations that occupied his mind began to be soothed by the 'oh so addicting' nicotine. He was sitting in an empty classroom, the layout was odd. Of course, it fit him perfectly as a teacher since he was quite the peculiar fellow. He was a thirty-four-year-old without a license or degree, authorized to teach children. Questions should be directed towards who hired him. The only perks his resume had were the skills of a top assassin and the deaths of the people he legally murdered, kind of...

The classroom was built like an Auditoria Lecture room, the walls were painted a cream white, draped with fake vines and flowers.

Surely one would say that it didn't represent this sarcastic judgmental smoker, once again if any have forgotten, he was indeed a teacher.

His hand reached over to smush the cigarette in his fancy ashtray, clean as well as new.

"Mr.Ma, already breaking school policy I see.."

A tall fair-skinned man in a sharp blue suit stood near the open doorway, leaning against it casually. For a moment subtle silence encapsulated their space awkwardly. The man had a fierce glare that was locked on Mr.Ma, who then forced a bright smile. "If it isn't my best employer! Me? Breaking school policy? Nooooo, you must be mistaken" Mr.ma's hand swiftly knocked the ashtray into the trashcan, it was located on the right side of his desk.

'Clink!'

"You must be confused with someone else.." His jaw moved fairly slow to make a sly crooked smile. Mr.Ma knew it was obvious that he had been smoking, the smell, the dust particles, and once again, the smell.

The man in the sharp blue suit scoffed, "Indeed, I must be, but I would hope that you wouldn't make the same mistake correct?" Of course, the man wouldn't back down. He happened to be in charge of this whole institution and having no backbone would have stripped away his authority. Mr.Ma's smile disappeared with haste, his expression held a dull lifeless stare, he rolled his eyes and spun in the rolling chair he occupied.

"Ahh...You're no fun...What are u here for anyway Brooklyn" Mr.Ma's pupils followed the painting while he continued spinning, he had it placed in the back of his classroom, it was an abstract painting meshed with mostly dark tones and hues.

"Evans betrayed the association"

Mr.Ma's coffee brown loafer was pressed against the end of his desk which made the spinning stagnant. It wasn't exactly shocking to him as many would expect. Evans was what some would call a 'close friend' to Mr.Ma. It was only considered that way because they were constantly placed on the same missions.

He then pushed his foot against the desk more, propelling him back against the whiteboard behind him. "And? That's nothing new, I'm sure they're having trouble killing the fella" His voice wasn't playful as it was before. "Seems that's why they sent me here, afraid I might be in cahoots, just great, I hate being surrounded by you guys" It was adherently obvious about this whole placement that the organization was keeping a very tight leash on Mr.Ma's freedom.

Brooklyn's hazel eyes just watched Mr.Ma's movements while the man got out of his seat quite annoyed "I don't care, but I expect you to teach your students while you work here, oh right, they might call you in for a lie detector test, and taking truth serum"

Mr.Ma's face scrunched with disgust, "Truth serum...they are trying to torture me"

...

"Brynn I feel like we wasted our GAP year, maybe we should've saved it for Year Three.." These words escaped the mouth of a solemn teenage girl, her head was laying on a plush watermelon pink pillow staring at her Blonde haired friend fold clothes and place them into a suitcase. Technically you can't necessarily take a GAP year for high school, but since both of their parents were spies and they had aced the experience exam, attending regular high school another year was a gift.

"Jack it wouldn't have worked anyway, we should be more excited and optimistic! We're finally becoming spies!" Brynn's lemonade pink eyes landed on Jack who still pouted like a baby.

Excited? Who in the world would be excited to attend a school that trained you to spend your life being extra careful of what you know? This was a reoccurring thought that lingered on Jacks's mind for the past year. As a child being a real spy always seemed to be so exciting to her. Although after actually gaining common sense and knowledge, her opinion switched drastically.

"Haha..yeah" The left side of Jacks' face was smooshed against the pillow as her arm reached out to grab a picture of her and Brynn off the bedside table.

The two of them were the age of seven when the photo was taken. It was at a park in North Carolina, the weather was cool and warm, but awfully humid. Jack's hair was dark brown and extremely short, it was cut into a pixie cut, while Brynn's hair was in two long pigtails. They smiled happily in the photo not showing a care in the world.

Brynn snatched the photo out of Jack's hand, her fuchsia eyes widened and she looked up at the Blonde. "You are thinking way too much about school, we haven't even gotten there yet...Calm your nerves Jack"

Brynn was right, and Jack hated that. A whole year passed by so quickly and all that lingered on her mind was 'becoming a spy'. It wasn't like she didn't expect her life to turn out this way, I mean for goodness sakes her mother and father were top espionage, it's in her blood. The real question was what would she become besides a spy? She hadn't thought of any other career, even further she hadn't thought about what TYPE of spy she would become, there were so many majors and options. At this point, Jack was super stressed.

Jack sat up on Brynn's bed still holding the plush pillow close, Brynn placed the picture in her suitcase as it was the final item she needed to complete her packing.

"Finally donneee..." Brynn fell back onto the dusty light brown carpet, her eyes focused on the white ceiling as she relaxed. "Do you think Kei is excited?" Brynn's eyes shifted back over to Jack who was now sitting up dazed.

"Of course he is..all he does is talk about 'I'm gonna be better than Shiro!' All that nonsense" She yawned covering her mouth.

Kei was another childhood friend of the two, they formed a trio and practically spent their whole life together. Which was something Jack cherished deeply. Kei always liked to fight with his brother over everything since he was lacking in areas that couldn't ever compare to Shiro.

Shiro was already a third-year attending Hardwell academy, rumors traveled across each institution that Shiro was one of the top students across ranks. So of course, Kei wanted to outrank his brother and reach the top just as quickly.

Knock Knock!

"Is it safe?"

Jack's lips cracked into a smile after hearing the voice from the other side of the door. Brynn sat up quickly bubbling with happiness. "Come in! We were just talking about you"

Opening the door promptly after hearing reassurance, Kei scratched the back of his head nervously.

"I haven't been in here in ages, it's all so yucky now" Kei teased as he ogled at the different shades of pink. Brynn's face full of happiness shaped into a frown.

They did see each other all the time, but the time spent together was either in Jack's downstairs lounge, Brynn's living room, or Kei's bedroom since he had the largest one out of the three. The last time Kei even entered Brynn's room was roughly two years ago, even then it was just to alert her to come downstairs.

"Shut up! It's cute.."

Jack hopped off of the bed still gazing in Kei's direction.

"So are you ready to head out? I'm sure Shiro is eager to see you"

Kei's ocean eyes narrowed whilst his expression became pouty after the mentioning of his brother. His arms folded over one another "He's just gonna smother me in love, I want to ignore him as much as possible, he'll tarnish the image I'm going for"

Brynn's eyebrow raised, her elbow was resting on her knee as she looked up at the two. "And that is..?" Brynn inquired genuinely interested in what her friend was going for now.

"Independent and Mysterious"

Jack turned away quickly attempting to hide the sour look on her face that came from trying not to burst into laughter.

Brynn cleared her throat also denying the urge to laugh.

"What's wrong with that?" Kei's brows wrinkled taking glances between the two. Jack coughed turning back towards the fellow.

"I mean really? Mysterious? That's so cliche, Shiro is going to ruin that so quickly you know" Jack's finger poked into Kei's cheek as he stood there concealing the anger that was boiling. Brynn got up chuckling at the sight.

"She's right you know, Shiro isn't as laid back as you, you know he'll make fun of you just as much as we're doing"

Kei smacked Jack's finger away from his face as he sighed in defeat.

They weren't lying, it was most definitely true that his loving older brother would tease him non-stop for the whole semester, better yet, the whole year.

"I just won't mention that then.." Kei scratched behind his head again, aiming his gaze at the ceiling to hide his light pink cheeks. He couldn't admit out loud that he was embarrassed, or the fact that he expected Jack and Brynn to agree with him.

"Now that's more like it, logical thinking is critical, we're attending Hardwell Mr.Mysterious," Jack said with a sly smile, her feet guided her towards the entrance and exit of Brynn's bedroom.

Brynn snorted covering her mouth with her hand attempting to hide the wide grin on her face.

"Mr.Mysterious.." Brynn repeated the nickname Jack came up with to tease Kei, he glared at Brynn rolling his eyes.

"You two are just as bad as my brother" Kei turned around to face Jack as she stood out in the long open hallway. Her finger waved in the air back and forth as if it was disagreeing with Kei's statement, which she was.

"Be lucky we only torment you lightly, compared to Shiro, he's an ace"

The light happy words that slipped out of Jack's mouth regarding Hardwell earlier only seemed to register in Brynn's mind just now. Her eyebrow raised as her hand landed on one hip as she gazed at Jack from inside of her room.

"I'm glad you're suddenly feeling better about attending Hardwell"

Kei's eyes widened with a gentle tad of surprise on the side, whilst Jack's nose scrunched in annoyance.

"Just because..well..whatever Brynn"

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Round 1 - Jack 0 - Brynn 1

Jack couldn't dare to make up some whiny excuse now, Brynn completely had her in the palms of her hands. What made Jack slightly bit more frustrated was the fact she had to say it in front of Mr. Passionate future spy.

"Were you thinking about not doing it Jack?" Kei's tone of voice was serious as ever, it was the tone that Jack didn't like when he talked to her, the one that always ended up making her feel down.

"Not exactly that, just-,"

"Jack was thinking about not doing what?" The rhythm of her voice ripples through all of their ears like a crushing destructive wave. The pressure it ensued sent shivers down all of their spines, mostly Jack, since the one who was asking the question, was her mother.

Brynn nervously hurried out into the hallway to clear up the big misunderstanding she seemed to have caused by revealing information regarding Jack's feelings.

"Not doing the Operations Major!" Brynn's voice cracked, even the aura radiating off of Jack's mother made her want to shrink back into a corner.

Hallie Sun, code name 'Sun' was Jack's mother. Regarded as most possibly the best spy in the field, engrossing at least five hundred thousand per job she was offered. Even small little jobs like getting bits of info from someone, she was still paid that full amount. As a mom she wasn't a bad one, she was emotionally available, loving, and fair. Although when it regarded the topic of being a spy, it was something she'd never let up on, and that's when the loving mother Jack cherished, slipped away into a void.

Jack felt a slight bit of relaxation enter her heart after Brynn's quick effort to deter the conversation.

"Yeah, Kei was talking about Majors, and for a while, I thought about doing Operations but now I'm not interested" Jack didn't even attempt to shift her eyes in the direction of Kei, her mother would catch on immediately unless, she already did.

Kei's urge to scratch the back of his head became strong, it was a dead giveaway that he was anxious or contemplating something, rare occasions when he did, it showed that he might be lying.

Hallie shifted her direction toward Kei, her glare sharp as a rose thorn. His palms began to sweat feeling the heavy tension of the conversation on his body. He quickly shoved his hands into his pocket disregarding the itchy feeling to scratch his head.

"Yep, I told the two that I would join whatever Major they decided to join, and I got comfortable with the id-"

The Fuchsia eyes located in Hallie's sockets rolled disappointed, she took in a deep breath and released scratching her left cheek

'Eh?'

It was a thought that resided in all three teens as the suddenly intensified heaviness dispersed in an instant.

"If you're going to lie as a group, do it right you three, being able to counterfeit information for your benefit is a key job as a spy and you all did terribly"

Brynn chuckled nervously looking everywhere but in the direction of Hallie, Jack frowned slightly placing her hands on her hips.

Of course, she was testing them, which made Jack quite irritated, the mentioning of anything spy-related just made her emotions fluctuate like the temperature in spring.

"Well, would you do us the courtesy of telling us what exactly we did wrong?"

Hallie smirked boastfully as if she was waiting on permission to correct them.

"The rush Brynn made out of the room and the fluctuation in her voice was clue one, the shakiness in her hands and eyes signified that she was nervous and most definitely hiding something. Jack, you were clenching your fist quite tightly before Brynn said something regarding her efforts to cover up what you all were talking about and as soon as she had a ruse your hands loosened and you became relaxed. Now finally Kei, the fact that you pushed your hands into your pockets just sealed the deal for me, it's obvious you wanted to suppress the urge of scratching your fluffy hair"

The three of them stood there, not amazed, shocked, or embarrassed.

It was the feeling of frustration that was coddling their mind.

"Now, be a doll and tell me what they were talking about Jack?"

Jack flinched as her eyes met with her mother's. She turned away not being able to face the sharpness of them.

"I just...I just had been having hard feelings about attending Hardwell"

Hallie strung in closer invading Jack's space, she gently took ahold of Jack's chin making her look directly at her.

"And you're thinking about not doing it..?"

Brynn and Kei watched nervously from the sidelines not even taking one breath, the tension that left swiftly came back just as fast.

"No, I was just worried that's all.."

Hallie released her chin and backed away with a light smile. "Well then! Just came to say there is pizza downstairs so come eat" She walked backward as she eyed the three soon turning forward to strut down the hallway that leads to the stairs.

Brynn and Kei let out their breaths as if they'd been underwater for a long period. Jack shifted her gaze to the two ignoring her trembling hand.

"Why is your mom so scary.." Brynn made sure to whisper afraid there was a possibility that Jack's mom had super hearing too. Kei went in and drew Jack in close for a hug.

"You should've told us sooner that you had those thoughts"

Jack pushed her head into his chest hiding every inch of her face, right now she could feel the heat rising from her cheeks but the painful expression she had with it wouldn't do her any good. She was already aware that the hug she was receiving was nothing more than a brother-friend like gesture.

"It wouldn't have done anything, I still had no choice but to attend" Jack's voice was muffled as she attempted to speak as loudly as she could.

Brynn swooped in and joined the two holding them tightly.

"Let's do our best guys...after all..this is our future"

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hellpug · 7 years ago

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Too much Note, not enough Death

SPOILERS (If you give a shit)

Death Note review: Overall rating: 3 Dafoes out 10

Movie cliche count: 15 ( I am sure I am missing some, there was a lot)

People you recognize from other things : 4

TL;DR: Too much Note, not enough Death

Overall, it isn't boring. I will give it that. Some ambient music choices were good. However, much like the main character, this movie didn't have a fucking plan. Someone gave the source material to someone who said fuck it and skimmed through. This results in a lot of shit unexplained. I tried watching this from the point of view of someone who hadn't read the manga. I'm not a fan of the anime either due to the fact Death Note is a story that really is best as written fiction/a comic. Because it's initially a suspense/thriller that involves a smart ass high school student internal monologuing. There's also so much to explain that one movie cannot. So to I will give that the movie decided to remedy that by putting actual action in it, rather than action packed eating of snacks. But of course, because there is so much and not a good plan on to how to summarize this story, there's a lot of dumb cherry picking. Ryuk eats a lot of apples, they spend a lot of time on the apple motif. Perhaps they're relying on Western audience's familiarity with Eden/original sin and will make an apple connection with that. But otherwise it's a quirk and one that is emphasized for no reason. Death Note rules could have been shortened to the extension of the movie itself for the sake of clarity and consistency. The writers clearly tripped themselves up over the rules and even put that frustration into the writing by having Light Turner occasionally spit out "SO MANY RULES." If they had kept it to 5-10 and followed the movies plot using those 10, you would've gotten a much better movie. So instead, it feels like the movie is making up shit as it goes along. Which it is essentially. The movie's world doesn't feel consistent, even with real world rules. Kenny Doyle, the first "so deserves it" victim, is such a strawman it's ridiculous. He's a student held back so long that he's apparently of adult age, which in real world rules, would make it that he would be in continuing education, NOT STILL IN HIGH SCHOOL. This point is important Light threatens him with this fact. This of course, changes nothing. Light, despite supposed to be brilliant, is a goddamn moron who carries all the homework he got paid to do in his bag, so instead of addressing the assault when he wakes up, he's getting detention (not suspended or expelled) and nothing is done about the 15 students they have evidence on. He's placed in detention in a generic classroom that is also part candy and toy store it seems. I'm not kidding. Ryuk makes his appearance by knocking over some marbles and eating Light's apple. Light does the most hilarious spaz out, which makes it clear why these random ass shelves of whatever are in this classroom in the first place. So he can spasm all over the place in a comical fashion. Also not joking. The place is not even more of a mess and looks like the fucking Kool-Aid man tore through it. After Light is done freaking out, slapping himself to assure that he is not in a dream, the Green Goblin gets right to it. Kill Kenny. Kill 'em. Look, he's beating up a chick with his buddy. Kill 'em dude. So he casually writes decapitation, resulting in some final destination bullshit. Kenny gets decapitated with a ladder, it's gorey and hilarious. It's after it's first three deaths, the movie decided it's not going to be a Final Destination rip off it shifts into romance, with killing. After sharing the secret of the notebook with Misa Mi-I mean Mia, the cheerleader who's allowed to smoke on school grounds with anyone giving a shit, they of course fall in love. They roll around and giggle as they off more people. Cliche "gonna love you" type music plays. It's a bizarre teen love and death montage. Also MisaMis-Mia looks like Kirsten Stuart but isn't Kirsten Stuart. Oh, and Light picks the name Kira (In the manga, this name is given to him by the public). It's not something the masses comes up. Despite acting like he's oh so innocent and moral, dude has a fucking ego. He goes over with Kirsten Misa Misa over the name he has chosen. Kira means other shit in Russian and other languages, but it's also "sort of means" killer in Japanese!!! SO SUGOI! So part of the rules of the Death Note is that you can partially control PEOPLE for up to two days until their death. That capitalization is important for later. So prisoners that he's murdered have written his name in perfect Japanese, despite never have spoken the language. People start cults and shit. At some point, Light's dad is brought on the case, Light has another tantrum. Light has a lot of those. I should include a tantrum counter on this review as well. This also brings me to another point. It seems there are two ways of writing suspense with intelligent characters. One, you write in depth characters with clear motivations (in that not confusing or dumb) and with actual fucking brain cells. The other is to simply write stupid as fuck characters, with the genius being the one who has a couple more brain cells than the rest. Guess which one this movie was. Holy fucking shit, I could've figured out who Kira was. Anyone could have. Light was a subtle as someone wearing a purple sequin nightgown, shaking maracas at 3 am through a field of tin garbage cans. Dad says he can tell when he's sitting across a guy who's apparently murdered like 400 people. You can tell a killer just by looking. This is supposed to give us the impression that Light Turner is some sort of mastermind, as he shifts around uncomfortably in the guiltiest fashion possible. So we meet L, who is black, because you can't be accused of whitewashing is you make one of the characters black. Watari is the only remaining Japanese character, necessary to dispense ancient Asian wisdom to L. Watari is apparently his entire fucking name and NOONE THOUGHT TO TELL HIM NOT GIVE OUT HIS BUSINESS CARD WITH HIS NAME IN ALL CAPS. Or even hide his face. Even though L does this. Watari gets owned and is controlled long enough to get the location and name of the super secret detective school which tortures children but not long enough to get the name. A plot foil of excessive records is what foils him. The super secret school, which is abandoned, just left all that shit there. Oh, and Light Turner never attempts at it again. I guess that avenue is completely exhausted. L goes fucking nuts, eats candy, reveals his face like whatever. Yells at Light Turner everytime he eats (once before Watari dies at a restaurant and then at Light Turner's house.). L begins throwing tantrums and has the house raided. Don't worry though, Misa Stuart is somehow completely forgotten about by the ace detective and she sneaks the Death Note out in her Calculus book. It's also prom, because yeah. They go to prom, L is getting CLOSER! (Not really) There is this feeling of tension and then really kind of nothing. It seems like they were gonna do bait and switch at prom but Mia Mia took the page out of the book that Light Turner was gonna burn so Watari wouldn't die but you only get one, so Misa Mia ripped it out, kept it. GUESS WHY? CUZ SHE WROTE LIGHT TURNER'S NAME IN THERE. GENIUS. She wants the book to continue what they started because she's not gonna punk out. I feel like they swapped the personalities of Misa Misa and Light Yagami in this movie. Kirsten Stuart doesn't give a fuck. Kirsten Stuart will bang you for your killer notebook. Also, Ryuk even likes her better. She gets 10/10 green goblins. Light Turner panics, runs away from prom, goes to the computer room. He goes to the Kira worship site which he earlier said was a bad idea to take names from cuz "rumours" and uses it for his ELABORATE PLAN. L, like Batman, does not like killing people or using weapons they are bad. Like Batman in Dark Knight, L resolves to using a fancy ass gun. During Light Turner's night on the town to do things and stuff, he is cornered in an alley. Light is all like "You can't stop it if you don't know man!" L doesn't shoot, stupidly tells the cook from the restaurant who has come out into the alley that this is Kira. Cook knocks out L with a convenient 4x4 and lets Light Turner escape. Light Turner and Mia Mia meet at the ferris wheel. This is where CONTROL OF PEOPLE clause becomes important. He issues an ultimatum. If she really loves him, she won't take the Death Note. Otherwise, she will never see him again. She's all like "Yeah I love you babe" then when he's looking out the ferris wheel, she snatches it. He's all like NNNNNOOOOOOOO. Turns out he wrote "When Mia accepts the Death Note, ferris wheel will start to lose its shit, she will fall to her death. Light will fall into the water. A rapist doctor will give him cpr (Retrieved from that website). A pedo (website) will find the Death Note, use it in order to keep up appearances that Kira is active while Light Turner is in the hospital. Oh, and the page with Light Turner's death on it? IT WILL BURN. I wasn't aware the Death Note page was a person. See, I could've bought that it accidentally got burned, but they had to add that, because it makes Light Turner look smart. But that's not what the Death Note does. Sure, objects will fail in order to ensure an individual's death but I doubt to prevent them as well. Given that they are saying Ryuk is actually executing the deaths (but they have to write the names what?) I GUESS HE BURNED IT MAYBE. Except he didn't. So Light Turner lives, BUT HE FORGOT ONE THING. MISA STUART'S PAGE! L, who has been disgraced forgetting owned by a 4x4 and seemingly attempting to kill a minor, realizes that he forgot about Misa Mia. He breaks into her house, gets the calculus book and we are left on the cliffhanger ending of will he kill Light Turner or not. Also, his dad figures out it was him all along because a stupid newspaper clipping was missing. Not anything else obvious.

#Death Note #Death Note 2017 #Death Note movie #Light Turner #Light Yagami #JFC #bad movies #netflix

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roobierubyroobieruby · 8 years ago

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Shoot to Thrill

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 4,396 (w/o lyrics)

Warnings: drinking (excessively, lots of shots), heavy AF flirting, some swear words, naughty-ish thoughts, implied naughty actions later maybe….so kinda like smut?

Summary: After a successful hunt, you and the Winchesters head to the bar for the usual celebration ritual. You get absolutely hammered, making your desire for Dean come to the forefront of your mind. Dean thinks you’ve had enough alcohol, but you’re not done, so you strike a deal: you win a game of pool, you stay and he shuts his mouth, but what if he wins?

A/N: I actually got pointed (by @bewithme-forevermore) in the direction of a writing challenge to write a Marvel character with the theme of an AC/DC song. I didn’t do the challenge but it sparked this idea - except for Dean. Of course Dean. If this was a Marvel thing, I would’ve gone Bucky, or Steve for some sinful-ish Stevie boy *rubs hands together evilly* But this is my first attempt at writing anything REMOTELY smutty because I just don’t do smut at all - it isn’t my thing so I’m sorry for the quality of it. But it just felt like it HAD to happen. I don’t even think I could call it smut at all but I don’t know what else to call it

Y/N/N = your nickname

You practically crawled into the back of the impala, laying your back against the leather seat, careful to avoid getting too much blood everywhere. What you had thought were two werewolves turned out to be five, but the three of you had managed in the end to take care of the problem with no broken bones. That’s not to say you won’t have wicked bruises in the morning if they weren’t forming already, and you didn’t even want to think about the aching muscles. That was morning (Y/N)’s problem.

“Hey, you still alive back there?”

His emerald eyes ducked below the roof of the impala, brows knitted together.

“As if I’d leave all the fun to you two asshats, without me you’d be dead!”

You waved him off, not missing the defiant snort at your words, laying your arm over your forehead.

“Sweetheart, I hate to tell you this but Sammy and I were quite capable hunters before you came along. We would’ve been fine.”

“Doubt it pretty boy, I made you better.” You winked at him, puckering your lips together and blowing him a kiss.

“Pretty boy huh? I’m an asshat and a pretty boy…” Of course that’s all he’d take from that. Either he was a total moron who couldn’t see the hints you had been dropping since forever, or he wasn’t interested but didn’t have the heart to stop flirting with you anyway. You let out a sigh, closing your eyes while you waited for Sammy to get back to the impala.

After what felt like an eternity, you heard Dean’s voice pipe up, calling out to Sammy to hurry his ass up.

“Yeah Sammy, ditto what Deany said!”

“Don’t you start on me too, (Y/N/N), someone had to make sure the mess you two always leave behind was cleaned up.” You felt the impala dip and shake as the boys climbed into the front seat.

“Hey, so long as the job is done then I’m happy.” You opened your eyes to see Samy smirking at you over his shoulder.

“Yeah and the day that the job is done and you get your ass caught from the mess is the day I’ll finally get to hear those sweet words out your mouth - ‘thank you Sam for all the work you do cleaning up after me’.”

“I wouldn’t bet on it Sammy, the mess can be part of the fun!”

You could hear them rolling their eyes as the impala’s engine roared to life, Dean speeding out of the gravel car park and back towards the motel - and a hot shower.

“We’re still going to the bar, right?!”

You were towel drying your long (Y/H/C) hair, dressed in jeans and a tight black, v-necked shirt, staring at the brothers who were still laying on their stomachs in their beds.

“We’ve literally been back for like twenty minutes, can’t we just enjoy our beds for a little while longer?” Sam whined from his pillows.

You marched over between them, swatting their backsides.

“Up! Now! It’s bar time!”

They both groaned before Dean snatched up a towel and stalked into the bathroom, Sam turning onto his back.

“One day he will just snap and kill you for interrupting his rest.”

“It’s a chance I’m willing to take Sammy, besides I know he loves me deep down, he wouldn’t hurt me. Too badly…”

“I heard that! And Sammy is right (Y/N/N), I will end up killing you one day.”

“So you do love me! I knew it!” You sung out, Sam rolling onto his side and pushing a pillow against his ear.

“I didn’t say that!” He growled through the door. You could hear the water running, which sent your mind into places you really wished it wouldn’t go.

You could imagine his gravelly voice whispering, moaning, against your neck, water running over his chest, between your bodies, his hands roaming across your skin leaving goosebumps in their wake. The way his lips would press against yours, his fingers clenching around your hips in a desperate bid to close any space between your bodies, letting the steam from the shower fill the room.

You could feel the way he’d suck on your skin, leaving marks to show the places he’d been, his chest heaving with each passing second. You could see the way he’d throw his head back when you ran your fingers through his hair, pulling lightly to expose his neck so you could feel his pulse beneath your tongue. The way he growled as your mouth moved across the planes of his chest, inching further down until you were on your knees in front of him, lust and excitement pooling in his eyes.

You furiously blinked, rubbing your hand across your neck while your mind snapped back to reality. The shower had stopped and Sam was looking at you from his bed.

“Are you ok? You look a little flushed.”

“Yeah, yeah, no,” you swallowed against the dryness of your mouth, “I’m good.”

You realized you’d been staring at the bathroom door, heat rising across your face.

“Both of you be ready in fifteen minutes, this lady needs a good drink...or ten.” Sam chuckled as you turned and almost ran out of the door, eager to leave before Dean exited with only a towel between you and...well. That will just remain to be in your own head.

You were leaning against Baby’s hood, tying your hair up into a ponytail to pass the time as you glanced at your watch - the boys finally exiting their hotel room.

“I said fifteen minutes!”

“Hush you, it’s been like twenty. You didn’t die.” Dean rolled his eyes, ensuring the impala was locked, before you all took off to the bar down the road.

“I could’ve, you know.”

“I don’t think so, even Death would probably bring you back for being too annoying.”

“Hey you take that back!” You smacked his arm, a scowl forming across your face while he playfully jeered at you.

“You know you love me.”

Even though you knew he was playing, your heart still skipped a beat, your next breath halted in your throat.

“As if. You’re more annoying than me, that’s why Death has brought you back so many times!”

Sam let out a howling laugh, smacking Dean in his other arm. “Dude, want some water for that burn?”

“Shut up, I need a drink.”

Dean pushed ahead, strolling into the bar and straight up to the pretty, blonde, skinny bartender. Upon seeing Dean, you saw she subtly stuck out her chest, her tight clothes leaving very little to the imagination, as she leaned across the bar.

Your mood soured as Sam found a booth, leaving you to go to the other end of the bar and order a round of shots. You weren’t lying when you said you needed ten drinks.

You carried the tray of shots back to Sam, laughing at the grimace on his face at seeing the shots before you handed him a beer.

“Shots for (Y/N), beer for Sam.” He gave you a quick smile, raising his beer before taking a long swig.

You lifted the first glass to your lips, sparing a glance at Dean smiling at the bartender in a sickly way, before downing the amber liquid and flinching at the sting.

You were three shots deep, the warmth spreading through your extremities. Sam had rosy cheeks from your constant supply of alcohol - way ahead of your own supply -, and Dean had sauntered back occasionally with his own beers, but his focus was on the girl behind the counter tonight.

“I’m gonna go get more shots, ok Sammy?”

He shook his beer bottle at you, “and more beer for you too.”

“Good girl!”

You poked your tongue at him, shuffling out of the booth and holding the table to steady yourself.

The room was beginning to spin until you perched yourself on a barstool, enjoying the stability while you ordered and waited for your drinks.

Sliding off of the cushion, you held onto the tray, focussing on not dropping it before a low voice chimed in from behind you.

“Do you want some help with that, sweetness?”

You turned your head, gazing at the cute guy staring at you from his own bar stool. He was nursing what appeared to be a scotch, shooting a charming smile in your direction.

You turned your body to face his, a sly grin breaking out across your face, “you know, maybe I might want some help.”

He reached out, sliding the tray back onto the bar and taking one of your shots, as you sat down next to him.

Excitement flared in your stomach at the idea of a cute stranger flirting with you, at least someone here thinks you’re attractive enough to pay attention to.

You grabbed your own glass, effortlessly shooting it back and reaching for another, your hand grazing across his. You both took another shot, before a familiar voice interjected.

“(Y/N) I think you’ve had enough.”

You scowled, glaring at Dean who was now standing beside you, his lips forming a tight line.

“I think not, this lovely gentleman here and I have only just started!” You waved your hand in the general direction of the man next to you, now becoming aware of how much the alcohol has had an effect.

“Nope, you’ve had too much. I’m taking you back to your room.”

He grabbed your arm, but you wrenched it free and slid off of your seat.

“No, I say when I’ve had enough and you’re not my brother or my boyfriend. Go flirt with the bartender some more, stop pretending you give a damn.”

Anger flared, and you had no idea where it was coming from, but you heard the stranger mumble something about needing to go. You paid him no mind while you stared Dean down, neither of you wanting to be the first to give in. A few heads had turned in your direction, but this was the kind of place where people minded their own business, except Sam, who rushed over.

“Hey (Y/N) come play pool with me!”

You glanced over at him, an eager smile on his face, a rosy alcohol-induced blush across his cheeks, that you couldn’t say no to, so you let him drag you across the bar to an open pool table, leaving Dean staring after you - fire in his eyes.

After a few turns with Sam, your anger had melted away and you had forgotten the minor argument with Dean. After laughing at Sam trying to balance a bottle on his head while he took a shot, and failing, you looked across to see Dean leaning against the wall, watching the both of you and nursing a beer.

Sam raced off to the bar to grab more drinks, seemingly oblivious to Dean’s presence nearby, and you saw a tray full of shots on his return.

“One shot for every ball we don’t sink or if we hit the other person’s ball!”

You gawked at the amount of alcohol, your head already feeling quite fuzzy and light, remembering Sam can tolerate a lot more alcohol than you can. Not one to back down, you hastily agreed, sticking your pinky out.

“Ok pinky deal!”

As Sam reached out to shake pinkies, Dean appeared between you, grabbing your hand.

“No, definitely not. You have definitely had enough alcohol for the night, and so have you Sam.”

You pouted, sticking your bottom lip out as he tried to pull you away from the tray of alcohol.

“No! I’m not done yet and Sam and I have a game to play!”

He shook his head, Sam taking the opportunity to reach for a shot glass while Dean was preoccupied with you. He barely touched the glass before Dean swatted at his hand, and with a sigh he moved to grab his jacket.

“I’m gon-gonna go sleep.” Dean’s gaze followed his brother out the door, noting little swaying in his step so he could relax a little more. His brother was drunk, but not drunk enough he needed a chaperone, like you. He turned his eyes back on you, the way your mouth was set with determination, your eyes glassy and your cheeks flushed.

“Sam gets to drink more! You’re not the boss of me!”

“Oh sweetheart yes I am right now, and you’ve had enough.”

“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me Dean, go ‘sweetheart’ your bartender.”

He sighed, rubbing his free hand over his face. “Is that what this is about? The bartender flirting with me?”

“No. As if I care who you flirt with.”

You turned your head to look around the bar, noticing the cold glares Dean’s bartender was throwing your way.

“Don’t lie to me, I can tell it bothered you tonight. Besides, I wasn’t interested in her.”

“Whatever Dean, I’m still drinking.” He dropped your hand, your arms moving to cross over your chest, your happy bubble disappearing.

“Ok, how about this,” you looked back at him, meeting his eyes which were now filled with what looked like excitement, “one game of pool - you and me - and if you win, you can keep drinking and I won’t try and stop you.”

You pursed your lips in thought, leaning against the pool table, staring at the tray of drinks before turning back to him.

“Firstly, I’m a lot more intoxicated than you so this already is an unfair advantage,” you shakily held up your hand, putting up two fingers in front of his blurry face, “secondly, what do you get if you win?”

He glanced down at the tray of drinks, “Firstly, I’ll drink all of these right now to even the playing field. Fair?”

You nodded, a smirk playing on your lips, “and if you win?”

“Well, sweetheart, you’ll just have to play to find out.”

With a wink, he picked up the first shot and threw his head back, exposing his neck, giving you an unhindered view for later thoughts about how your lips might look pressed against his skin.

You swallowed thickly, moving to the jukebox and flicking through the selections before landing on one you knew Dean would get a kick out of playing pool to. You had a couple of songs to get through before the one you picked, giving enough time for the alcohol to set into his system and level the playing field.

Walking back to the pool table, you noted almost all of the shots were gone, Dean’s movements slowing down as he began to hit a limit.

With a final clink, the last glass was put down and empty of all alcohol, and you looked up to see him swipe his tongue over his plump lips.

This was going to be harder than you thought.

Hearing the first guitar chords play out over the speakers, Dean’s head snapped up in recognition. The shots he’d taken had begun to affect his movements, but he still wasn’t at your level - it would have to do. You had a bet to win.

“Oh darlin’, you have no idea how badly you’re gonna lose now that you’ve put on my kind of song.” With a wink, he moved around the pool table, leaning over to rack up the balls.

All you women who want a man of the street

Don't know which way you wanna turn

Just keep coming

And put your hand out to me

Cause I'm the one who's gonna make you burn

I'm gonna take you down

Down down down

So don't you fool around

I'm gonna pull it pull it

Pull the trigger

You watched him expertly break the rack-up, smirking up at you as the balls flew over the table. You chewed on your bottom lip, your fingers absentmindedly toying with the pool cue, while your mind took in the way he moved around the table, eyes scanning his options. He finally stopped on the side of the table, his eyes predatory, shooting the target ball and landing another in the pocket.

“Hope you’re ready to go home sweetheart.”

“The game has only started you ass, I can still kick your nice backside.”

“You think I have a nice ass, do you?”

He grinned up at you, licking his lips.

“Shut up and play!” You pointed his attention back to his turn, hoping he didn’t see the heat flare up across your face. The alcohol was making you brave - this was only going to go bad.

He shot at another ball, it only missing the pocket by millimetres, but it was enough to warrant a defeated sigh from Dean, who was stepping away from the table with his hand outstretched in invitation.

“Alright sweet cheeks, let’s see what you got.” Confidence was overflowing from him, making you all the more eager to win and make him watch you drink that sweet, victory alcohol.

You sauntered past him, swaying your hips while you surveyed the table. Finding a good shot near the corner, you leaned over the table, running your hands slowly along the pool cue before shooting him a look out the corner of your eye. You watched him swallow, his eyes raking over your body, a small groan escaping his lips.

You sunk your intended target, and the next one, watching Dean’s reaction when he realized that you were still a good shot even as intoxicated as you were.

“You know, maybe I’ll order a long island iced tea. Or straight vodka, just to keep this party going once I win.”

“Hey, don’t get too cocky. Like you said, the game has just started.”

Shoot to thrill play to kill

Too many women too many pills, yeah

Shoot to thrill play to kill

I got my gun at the ready gonna fire at will

As he leaned over to take his next shot, you moved in close and pinched his butt, watching as the pool cue missed the target ball. He stood up quickly, turning to face you with annoyance in his eyes.

“That’s cheating!” He pointed a finger in your face, glaring at you before raising a brow. “But if that’s the way you want to play it, then game on.”

His voice dropped low for the last two words, your stomach dropping with it at the thought of what was coming your way.

He sunk another two balls before missing, but he walked steadily to the bar before you could make any kind of snide - or flirty - comment. You watched as the female bartender strutted over to Dean, yet he barely glanced her way as he ordered, leaving her disappointed when he turned and carried over the tray filled with shots again.

You eagerly picked up a glass, eyeing him as he did the same, before he sunk the liquid fast and swirled his tongue through the glass. You felt your mouth drop open, watching the way he flicked his tongue in and out, catching any leftover liquid, before he sucked on the rim of the glass, smirking as he slammed it down onto the tray.

“Close your mouth sweetheart and play your turn.” His mouth turned up in a small smirk as he grabbed his pool cue again, leaving you gobsmacked at what you had just seen. You didn’t need anymore ammunition for your wandering mind when Dean was involved, and yet this was something you knew would be featured in your dreams tonight.

I'm like evil I get under your skin

Just like a bomb that's ready to blow

Cause I'm illegal

I got everything

That all you women might need to know

I'm gonna take you down

Yeah down, down, down

So don't you fool around

I'm gonna pull it, pull it

Pull the trigger

You quickly downed your own shot, and another for good measure, before lining up your target. You tried to stay as far away from him as possible, wanting to keep your mind focussed, but the way his tongue had moved inside the glass was on repeat in your head. Your alcohol-addled brain began screaming that he knew the flirting was indicative of deeper feelings on your end, and that he was toying with you, but you refused to let him break you. Alcohol had made you brave, and if he was willing to fight dirty then so were you.

You tied the front of your shirt into a knot, exposing the soft skin above your jeans, and pulled the hair tie out, letting it fall in loose waves down your back. You watched him suck in a sharp breath, his grip tightening around the cue as you leant over at the opposite end of the table, giving him a small view down the front of your shirt.

“What’s the matter Dean? You look a little...flushed.” You chuckled to yourself, enjoying the way he shifted from side to side uncomfortably, his eyes unable to break away from yours, a speckling of red appearing across his face.

“Nope, nothing wrong here sweetheart, just enjoying the view of you bent over.” Your chest caved, your brain scrambling to find any kind of coherent, smart-assy sentence.

“I’m sure that view is a lot nicer from behind.” You tried to give an effortless smile, rather than the shock you were reeling with inside your head, and you must have succeeded because he quickly ducked his head and stared intensely at the balls on the table, awaiting your turn.

Not once did he dare glance your way until your turn was over, having only sunk one ball, his eyes beginning to darken. You didn’t want to admit that he might be struggling to not rip your clothes off, just as much as you were struggling with his, instead opting to tell yourself it was all the alcohol.

Shoot to thrill play to kill

Too many women too many pills

Shoot to thrill play to kill

I got my gun at the ready gonna fire at will

Cause I shoot to thrill and I'm ready to kill

I can't get enough and I can't get my fill

Shoot to thrill play to kill

Dean passed his turn uneventfully, almost seeming to have stopped the flirtatious quid pro quo you two had going on, and instead focussing on winning the game. You couldn’t deny that his seriousness poked a sore spot of possible rejection, one you’d feared since the day you admitted your feelings for him to yourself.

The smile dropped from your face as you moved around the table, Dean moving the other way towards the last of the shots, before you leaned over and lined up your shot. Just as you were about to strike, you felt warm fingers lightly trace over your exposed skin, and you could feel him standing over you. Your eyes closed involuntarily, giving into the feeling of his skin against yours - it wasn’t as if you two had never touched, but this was entirely different to hunts or times you’d hug or help patch each other up. This felt more intimate, making your mind rail against itself, a mix of emotions forming in your stomach while your heart went into overdrive.

The bastard knew what he was doing, and bided his time. You slowly moved yourself back until your backside came into contact with his hips, feeling his fingers tighten around your waist.

“You know, I can’t exactly shoot with you standing behind me Dean.”

“Well I’m not sorry, you’re just going to have to find a way to do that because I’m not moving. I’m taking in the view, like you said.”

Heat flooded your face, your body forgetting how to function while his hands were on you. You managed to sink one of your last balls, thankfully, meaning this sweet torture was nearly over.

Pull the trigger, pull it

Pull it pull it

Pull the trigger

Shoot to thrill play to kill

Too many women too many pills

Shoot to thrill play to kill

I got my gun at the ready gonna fire at will

Cause I shoot to thrill and I'm ready to kill

I can't get enough and I can't get my fill

Cause I shoot to thrill play it again

You stood up slowly, letting each part of your back come into contact with his front, the feeling of his heavy breath on your neck sending goosebumps all over your body. His hand roamed more freely around your exposed midriff, having had no resistance from you, nor would he ever. You wanted to sink into his arms right there, bar be damned, and your mind imagined what it would be like to feel the pool table felt against your bare skin, leaving burns down your back as he laid on top of you, a hurricane of touches and kisses, his tongue finding new places to explore and marks left.

He turned his head to whisper in your ear, you could hear him breathe in your scent and felt his heart racing against your back, “you have no idea what you’re playing at, darlin’.”

You ran your free hand over one of his, intertwining your fingers together as you turned in his embrace to face him.

“Who said I’m playing?”

Your noses were nearly touching, your lips aching to feel his furiously pressed against yours in desperation and desire. You heard him forcefully exhale, a low moan escaping before you pushed him away.

“It’s your turn Dean.” You smirked at his pained expression, analysing the distance between you and how your body ached to be back against him.

“When I win, you’re coming home with me. Deal?”

Your mouth dropped open, trying to distinguish whether the darkness in his eyes was playful or lustful, while he remained still - waiting to take his already lined up turn.

You each had one ball left before the 8 ball, and if he sunk his ball then it would be a miracle for you to win. You shut your mouth, your brain finally catching on to what he was proposing. Either way, this was a win-win for you.

“Deal.”

With one final smirk, he sunk his last ball and aimed for the 8.

Shoot you down, yeah

I'm gonna get you down on the bottom girl

Shoot you, I'm gonna shoot you

Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm gonna shoot you down, yeah yeah

I'm gonna get you down, down down down down

Shoot you, shoot you, shoot you, shoot you down,

Shoot you, shoot you, shoot you down

I'm gonna shoot to thrill

Play to kill

Shoot to thrill

You were scrambling to open your motel room door, unable to tear yourself away from Dean’s embrace as his mouth explored your neck’s sensitive skin. After stumbling in, he slammed the door shut behind him and whirled on you, his hands running up your thighs before picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist.

He walked over to your bed, gently laying you down before pulling your shirt over your head. He laid back down on you, enjoying the newfound feeling of your skin against his hands while you furiously tugged on his own shirt. You slipped it over his head, running your nails down his back, eliciting a deep moan.

“You know, I could’ve won.” You whispered breathlessly in between the flurry of kisses, your hands aching to remove all the clothing in between the two of you.

“Oh I know sweetheart, but no way was I passing up the opportunity to finally get you into bed. I’ve waited too damn long.” His mouth mouth down to your chest, before he pulled away and stood back up.

“Now, take off your clothes.”

His voice was deep - dominating - while he slowly undressed himself. His eyes were near black, full of lust while they raked over your body, watching as you quickly rid yourself of your jeans and underwear. You slid backwards, biting your lip as he crawled onto the bed after you.

“Don’t run away from me darlin’, and don’t bite your lip. That’s my job now.” He grabbed your ankles, pulling you back down the bed towards him before settling in between your legs.

Who knew werewolves wouldn’t be the only thing to leave you with marks.

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cywscross · 8 years ago

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so i've been reading alot of esama (and your stuff- it's really good :D *thumbs up) lately and compared to you guys, all the other fanfics seem to be ten times more angsty. so i wanted to ask (cause you're the only tumblr person i ask stuff to) if you can rec some fics (i'm fine with any fandom). i'm not exactly looking for fluff or crack, just kind of a -i move at my own pace and i don't really care about what you think character. hope that wasn't too confusing and i really appreciate it!!! :D

Sorry this is a bit late, I’ve been really busy lately so I couldn’t get to this until now. The criteria you set is a little… hard to get a bead on but here’s some fics that (imo) aren’t overly angsty and has pretty independent/my-pace kind of characters, and of course they’re all really good. I tried to pick fics from a variety of fandoms so I hope you’ll enjoy them:

such selfish prayers by andromeda3116 (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Katara’s ambition, so long set aside for the good of others, breaks free and sets fire to her soul. Or, Katara has a vision of her canon future, casts it aside, and becomes a world-changing politician instead.

if you try to break me, you will bleed by Dialux (Game of Thrones)

It had been a slash across her chest from a White Walker’s sword that finally ended her life. Sansa’d landed in a puddle of her own blood, and she’d died quickly, quietly.

And then she’d awoken with a gasp, trembling, in a bed that had burned under Theon’s betrayal.

The life and times of Hatake Kakashi, the long-suffering jōnin-sensei by FeelingsDusk (Naruto)

Kakashi is being trolled. He doesn’t know how that can be, but he knows with utmost certainty that he’s being trolled somehow.

Kakashi gets saddled with the cheekiest little brats ever and wonders if it’s too late to become a missing nin.

The best helping hand is at the end of your own arm by FeelingsDusk (Teen Wolf)

Stiles draws the line at being kidnapped and tortured by a geriatric fascist and having to sacrifice his poor Roscoe to save people that didn’t appreciate it afterwards, thank you very much.

(Peter is smitten by his approach to self-sufficiency.)

Cirrus Cloud by silencia20 (HP x KHR)

In which you are Acacia Potter and drift around in the world. The war’s over and now most of what you do is out of boredom, until you meet a certain hitman.

grow up mean by pprfaith, reena_jenkins (BtVS x Fast & Furious)

Carter has always had an eye for deadly things and the blonde on his dancefloor fits the bill.

Adventures in Magick by PseudonymousEntity (Harry Potter)

“What Would A Hero Do?” Newly crowned wizard and avid reader of fantasy fiction, eleven-year-old Harry Potter makes friends with the goblin standing outside Gringotts with unforeseen consequences. Armed with an unlikely posse -his insatiable curiosity- and a pocket full of questions, Curious!Harry embarks on his first year at Hogwarts. Merlin help us.

Say Boys Don’t You See Them Bones by Adel Mortescryche (Mortescryche) (KHR)

In which Tsuna’s the Corpse Whisperer.

(Or: In the months he spends at the Varia Compound at Timoteo’s behest, Tsuna manages to stumble across enough forgotten dead bodies to fill entire cemeteries. And everyone is terribly amused. Except, y’know, for him.)

Influence of Souls by Nia_River (Harry Potter)

He stared at his journal, a creation into which he had poured his memories and dreams, his heart and … soul. Now, to send it to where it needed to be.

Young and Built to Fall by fingers-falling-upwards (One Piece)

Ace will save his nakama. He will save his father. And he will save his little brother and ensure Luffy’s happiness even if it kills him. Again. Thankfully, he won’t be doing it alone. Together, he and Luffy will change the world.

once a queen or king of narnia, always a king or queen by dirgewithoutmusic (Chronicles of Narnia)

A lion told her to walk away, and she did. He forbade her magic, he forbade her her own kingdom, so she made her own.

Susan Pevensie did not lose faith. She found it.

The Little Guy by TokiMirage (Final Fantasy VII)

The last thing Cloud wants, when given the chance, is to do it all over again. Instead, he chooses the normal life. After all, a Janitor could never save the world. But… well, it all starts with the General’s coffee machine.

The Sum of Their Parts by holdmybeer (Harry Potter)

For Teddy Lupin, Harry Potter would become a Dark Lord. For Teddy Lupin, Harry Potter would take down the Ministry or die trying. He should have known that Hermione and Ron wouldn’t let him do it alone.

An Invincible Summer by ShanaStoryteller (Naruto)

When Naruto is five, he’s gutted by a drunken civilian and presumed dead.

Six months later a girl with ash pale hair and dark blue eyes enters the Academy.

Again and Again by Athy (Harry Potter)

The Do-Over Fic - a chance to do things again, but this time-To Get it Right. But is it really such a blessing as it appears? A jaded, darker, bitter, and tired wizard who just wants to die; but can't. A chance to learn how to live, from the most unexpected source.

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Title: When Stars Align

Series: Daiya no Ace

Pairing: KuraRyou

Rating: T

Summary: Nothing good ever comes out of an intimate relationship between a human and a youkai, Ryousuke knows. He's heard more than enough stories on betrayal, on disasters, on families being shunned. And being an onmyouji, he knows better than anyone else.

And yet, he lets himself fall.

Warning: historical inaccuracy, i have no idea what am i doing

Also available on AO3

[Ch.1]

Ryousuke didn't become an onmyouji for the glory or anything.

There’s not much glory left for him to have, really. Ever since Abe no Seimei's death some sixty years ago, immersion into the Onmyou arts have been losing popularity. The number of people who are born with the ability to see spirits dwindled. Not many had the interests to learn the skills to read stars and constellations or how to predict future events, choosing to delve into the rapidly growing world of trade instead. Even less wanted to memorize the numerous sutras and the events for which each is required.

No, Ryousuke became an onmyouji out of pure spite.

Not exactly the noblest reason, he knows, but it didn't stop him from working so hard at it that he eventually became one of the best of his time—perhaps even in history, he’s told. He only had too much suppressed bitterness and tenacity to spare, after all. He decided long ago that he might as well put them to use somewhere so he could have the final laugh at the faces of every person who looked down at him and said he couldn’t.

"Make sure the talismans are always intact; even a small tear on the spell can break the barrier," he explains to his client, gesturing at the nearest slip of enchanted paper pasted securely on a sliding door. "It should last a year otherwise, long enough for the youkai to lose interest. Send someone straight for me immediately if you sense anything wrong during or after this time frame."

"Oh, you have our utmost gratitude, Ryousuke-sama!" the nobleman exclaims, wiping sweat off his brow with a dainty handkerchief. He then wrings his hands, his gaze flitting about with nervous energy as though he expects another youkai to appear right in front of his eyes. "It terrifies us to think what could've happened to precious child if you weren't here."

Then don't think about it, Ryousuke retorts internally, his demure smile not wavering even by a fraction. He humours the man the whole way to the exit of the property, feigning impression when he claims his child must have a lot of spiritual energy, to be targeted by youkai so often even though Ryousuke himself knows better than anyone there's no such thing. Aristocrats like him are the ones who can afford paying him higher sums of money, and he has a younger brother to feed besides himself. He's willing put his pride aside and humour a rich man’s ego if that's what it takes to get on their good side and ensure a slightly larger income than his usual.

Ryousuke doesn't allow the tired exhale from making an appearance until he's pocketed the three gold pieces and moved three streets away into an empty lane. He's been out and about almost the entire day, spending his morning at the Onmyou institute coaching the handful of students he has and his afternoon tending to clients. He turns toward the direction of the setting sun, trying to gauge the time. He's finished all his tasks for now; all he has left is a routine visit to the mountain later that night. He turns a corner, and heads home.

He's greeted by his younger brother shortly after he removes his sandals at the entryway and puts them aside. Ryousuke's chest fills with a certain warmth as it tends to when it comes to Haruichi.

"You seem free. Shouldn't you be practicing your divination around this time?" He isn't about to let Haruichi notice any of that softness, though.

Haruichi flushes slightly as if he's been called out, though Ryousuke actually doesn't think he's slacked off for even a second. "I was expecting you to be back soon, so I took a break to make us dinner."

"Hmm, is that so." Ryousuke smiles a little wider when Haruichi's blush intensifies. It's always fun teasing him.

"We need to eat," Haruichi bravely manages, then almost indignantly, he adds, "and it's not like you can cook, Aniki."

"Fair point," Ryousuke concedes, stepping inside and making his way into the lounge together with his brother. "Will Eijun be joining us?"

Ryousuke secretly hopes not. Eijun can be obnoxiously loud and no matter how much Ryousuke loves Haruichi he has a limit to how much he can bear on occassion.

"He won't," Haruichi confirms and Ryousuke decides the day is being kind to him. "He said 'onii-san looked like he's about to exorcise me the last time,' so he decided he'll stay away for a bit when you're around."

Ryousuke raises his eyebrows. "Didn't know he could be so observant," he says, to which Haruichi responds with a protest of "Aniki!" in his friend's defence. Ryousuke chuckles, otherwise making no further comments.

They always had dinner together, no matter how busy it got. It's usually just the two of them, but sometimes Haruichi's best friend since childhood, Eijun, would join in and liven the entire house with his ceaseless yelling that even Haruichi found overbearing at times. Ryousuke would've liked the boy a little more if he could just learn to control the volume of his voice, but after all these years of convincing himself that it's for Haruichi's happiness, he'd developed an impressive level of tolerance towards him (and almost everything in general, frankly—he has Eijun to thank for that). Haruichi had always been soft-spoken and a little shy, and several months of observation had led Ryousuke to believe that being with Eijun would do him good. Eijun probably doesn’t notice it himself, but there’s something about him that brings out a firmer, stronger side of Haruichi. Ryousuke would never say it out loud, but he’s grateful for all Eijun has done for his younger brother’s growth.

"How was work today?" Haruichi eventually asks midway through dinner, between bites of tofu. His gaze is steady, his amber eyes expectant. He’s always thought of being an onmyouji as a honourable profession no matter how Ryousuke tries to convince him otherwise. It only occurred to him a few years back that perhaps Haruichi thought so because Ryousuke himself is one. He always did idolize him to a borderline unhealthy extent, always trying to follow whatever he does.

Ryousuke takes his time answering, savouring the taste of Haruichi's cooking before he bothers to speak. "It's the usual. There's going to be a drought in five days’ time, one of the Imperial Princes might die soon, another noble thinks too highly of his child when it's really his own actions that caused the haunting."

He says it all with barely a hint of emotion, merely stating facts as they are. Haruichi's expression changes from excitement to thoughtfulness for a moment, his hand lowering his chopsticks by their own.

"I thought the drought would come in six days," he mumbles, almost hesitantly. Ryousuke tilts his head slightly to the side.

"We should warn the village to prepare for both, then," he says in all seriousness. "After all, your predictions have been more accurate lately, Haruichi."

"R-Really?" Haruichi perks up, his cheeks pink from the compliment. Ryousuke can't help but smile, fond albeit lopsided.

"You mean you don't realize it yourself?" he asks, to which Haruichi only responds with a sheepish laugh.

"I still get them wrong often, so not really." And because your criticism still harsh as ever, he doesn't say. Ryousuke still notices the undertone nonetheless. He's aware of how hard he is on his younger brother. Part of his intention has always been to teach him to be tougher; both against aggression and in the face of challenges. Haruichi may still be meek now, but Ryousuke's proud of how determined he can be when he sets his mind to achieve something, and also how Haruichi has learnt to rip people apart with his sweetly voiced words alone if the need arises.

That, and Ryousuke's always harsh on him because he has talent; possibly much more than his own. If Haruichi is to pursue mastering the Onmyou arts, he would no doubt surpass Ryousuke in no time. He's yet to express such a wish though, presently only practicing as a passionate hobby.

Ryousuke truly hopes it’ll stay that way.

"I'll have to visit the mountains again tonight," Ryousuke tells his brother when they clean the dishes together, not glancing his way as he scrubs soap studs from a polished clay bowl. With his sleeves tied up, his arms are soaked halfway to his elbows. It's a nice change on his skin to the confines of his stuffy clothes. "I'm not sure when I'll be back, so no need to wait for me."

Haruichi hums, drying the last of their dishes and hanging the cloth on a peg. "Be careful, Aniki."

"I will," Ryousuke assures, his tone almost amused. Haruichi notices it shortly, and breaks into a smile at the silent joke shared between them.

They both know who are the ones who should really be careful.

xXx

Youichi does not feel ready to handle the responsibility of watching over a mountain.

He's not ready and it shows, his feathers are shedding almost as much as they do when he was still undergoing his training. At this rate his wings would be bald in no time and boy, would he not want to be seen like he has the parts of a chicken ready to be marinated and cooked. Being a tengu is still a pretty big thing this time and age; it'd be downright mortifying if someone were to see a pseudo-deity balding from stress.

"...ot leave the mountain after sundown or else the lesser youkai might breach the borders and cause havoc in the village," Tetsu, his senior in the job, is telling him. Tetsu-san's recently been promoted to Daitengu and is to oversee a larger, more famous mountain, hence leaving this one to Youichi. His expression is stoically serious as it always is; Youichi has rarely seen him showing much emotion. He's instead learnt to read the subtler signs: the slight quirk of his lips or eyebrows, the occassional barely noticeable change in his tone of voice. "Always be sure to double-check the barriers if you must leave. Though the youkai here are relatively tame, it'd spell trouble if any foreign ones are to intrude into the territory."

Youichi nods, realizing the contradiction a bit too late. "Wait, why would you worry about youkai messing with the humans if they're tame?"

Tetsu gives him a significant look. "They haven't always been tame."

Now Youichi's confused. He frowns. "What do you mean?"

"There's this human child," Tetsu explains, a hint of fondness as well as awe mixed into his voice, "not only can he see youkai, his spiritual energy and skills in Onmyou arts are nothing to be joked about."

Youichi takes a moment to put the pieces together. "So... there’s this guy from the village who's an onmyouji and he’s managed to scare every youkai there is in this place?"

Tetsu's face does not even twitch. "Basically, yes. But they're not just terrified of him," his tone changes to sound like he's including himself in this cluster of youkai in question, "they respect him, too."

Youichi's frown deepens. "I don't really understand."

"You will when you meet him," Tetsu assures. "Ryousuke's got a sharp tongue, but he's not a bad person. He can probably even help you out if you find yourself in a pinch in this job. In fact, I'm fairly certain you'd be seeing him quite often since our duties and his are rather similar in nature."

"Well, if a Daitengu says so," Youichi reluctantly takes heed of his senior's words. If even Tetsu-san likes him, maybe this Ryousuke isn't as bad as Youichi feels he would be. Tetsu gives him a firm pat on the shoulder, which is about one of the highest forms of encouragement one can get from him.

"You know where to find me if you really need to," he says, then seeing Youichi nod, he turns away. "I'll be on my way then."

He readjusts his mask, checks the strap of his hat, and takes off into the air, practically silent despite being humanoid in size. The spread of his black wings become a blur against the night sky in no time.

Youichi lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding once Tetsu has left, idly kicking at yet another of his fallen feathers on the ground. This seriously needed some getting-used to, and he has to get used to it fast. He takes his responsibilities seriously, and even he wouldn't forgive himself for a sloppy job, let alone his boss. He has to get his grip real soon.

Youichi breathes another sigh, grumbling to himself that he'll take a stroll around to know the place better just for the sake of it. It’d helps ease the pressure building in his chest, if only a bit. He hopes he won’t leave a trail of feathers in his wake, though.

Moving around has always helped Youichi take some load off his mind and this is no exception. He finds the tension in his shoulders easing as he explores his new ward; marvelling at the sheer undisturbed beauty of the forest, the clear streams, the roaring waterfall. Most of the youkai he bumps into along the way seem relatively docile, all minding their own businesses and acknowledging him curtly when he greets them. There are a few large and fairly powerful ones wandering about as well, but Youichi decides they're nothing he can't handle. He's been placed here on the job for a reason.

He hears the sound only when he approaches the foot of the mountain. It almost sounds like a bird's song, but a few seconds of focusing his ears tells him it's actually man-made. An instrument, perhaps. Without really stopping to think, Youichi follows its direction.

He doesn't expect a lot of things, and stumbling into a youkai gathering in a forest clearing with a human in the centre is definitely up there at the top of the list.

Youichi notices his strange pink hair before anything else, so pale under the half-moon light that it's almost white. Then he sees his closed eyes, his robes, the bamboo flute pressed to his lips as he blows notes after notes of soft, enchanting music.

Then finally, as laughable as it is, he registers his insanely terrifying aura.

Youichi's first thought after the customary "Yikes!" is that an ordinary human should not have that kind of spiritual energy. It rolls over him in waves, making his teeth clench and muscles tense. How do those youkai sitting there look so unbothered by this? Six seconds in and Youichi has the biggest urge to either burrow into a hole and hide or fly over and punch him in the face to make him stop doing that.

But before he can decide what exactly he wants to do, the sensation disappears just as suddenly as he’d noticed it.

Even with the human's eyes still seeming closed, Youichi senses him looking at him somehow; hinted by the slight turn of his head and the flutter of his long eyelashes. His poise remains elegant, not even the smallest falter in the tune he's playing. And oh, something conveniently clicks in Youichi's mind even before he has the chance to hear the human speak. He must be Ryousuke.

At the exact moment he realizes it, Ryousuke smirks at him like he knows. Youichi bristles. There's something about this human that rubs him the wrong way besides that cocky smile. His presence, for one thing—it takes a lot to completely mask that amount of spiritual energy so perfectly, and he’s turning it on and off with seemingly to little effort. Youichi has come across a handful of skilled onmyouji over the years, but none of them could compare to Ryousuke in terms of the air they gave out alone.

None except one.

Youichi crosses his arms, leaning against a nearby tree. The youkai gathered there looks to be enjoying Ryousuke's performance and he doesn't exactly feel like interrupting. He figures he might as well join in and listen. He takes a breath and exhales slowly, allowing himself to immerse in Ryousuke's song. He's playing a different one now, a haunting, ethereal melody that somehow reminds Youichi of the hymns of wind spirits. Whatever issues he might have against Ryousuke, he must admit he can really play the fue. It takes a while for him to realize, but Youichi eventually notices how he's slowly growing calmer as well, his earlier anxiety and fatigue fading from his being. Could it be an enchantment? Can onmyouji even do that?

Ryousuke plays two more songs before he announces that that's the last of it for tonight. Youichi keeps watching as the onmyouji stands from his seat on a tree stump and faces one of the bigger youkai at the front row, saying something Youichi can't hear amidst the din of dispersing spirits. He only manages to catch the last of their conversation, something along the lines of "just try not to be too obvious next time if you don't want me to be called over." Youichi wonders what's that about.

Ryousuke remains unmoving from his spot after that despite exchanging level stares with Youichi (his eyes still look closed though??), as if expecting him to be the one going over when there's clearly a bit of difference in existential class between then. Well, two can play this game, Youichi thinks, trying to convince himself he's actually offended rather than feeling intimidated by Ryousuke's presence—or lack thereof.

Unfortunately for him, the human seems to see right past his front.

"You must be the new mountain guardian Tetsu was talking about."

Ryousuke's voice is mild, his gentle lilt resembling the notes he plays on his flute. The corners of his lips are lifted, but Youichi swears he's lowkey mocking him for being wary of a lowly human like himself. And wait—Tetsu? They're on first name basis without honorifics??

"You're not afraid of me, are you?" Ryousuke asks when Youichi fails to voice a response, this time definitely laughing at him. Annoyance flares in Youichi's chest, a volatile fire he's trained hard to tamper down in order to assume the duties of a tengu. He inhales sharply. Don't lose it, don't lose it.

"I could ask the same to you," he tells him with as much coolness as he can muster. He tilts his chin up slightly to feign confidence. "Don't you think standing so far away from the new mountain guardian is a little rude?"

"Arrogant, aren't we," Ryousuke muses, his expression unchanging even by a fraction. He makes a show of keeping his flute in the folds of his robes and brushing dust from his lap. "I didn't mean to be rude, Sir, but as you can see, I've been sitting and playing for the past few hours and my legs aren't quite in the condition to walk yet. My apologies."

He even manages to make an apology sound condescending. Youichi takes yet another deep breath. Fine, he decides. He wins this time. Pointedly ignoring Ryousuke's infuriating smile, Youichi walks over.

"Just Youichi's fine; being called 'Sir' feels weird." He scratches the back of his head, focusing his gaze on a particularly interesting tree to his right. He hesitates for a second before adding, "you play the flute really well, uh..." He trails off just to be sure.

"Ryousuke," Ryousuke supplies, watching Youichi in a way that tempts him to fidget. Now that they're closer, Youichi realizes just how short Ryousuke really is. He only reaches his shoulders even on his full height. "Kominato Ryousuke." The edges of his smile soften to something slightly more genuine. "And thank you, Youichi. It's nice to know that fifteen years of practice haven't gone to waste."

Dumping the honorific right away, huh? This one is definitely different from the humans Youichi's used to seeing; all who only knew how to depend on deities whether for blessings or blame. Ryousuke's probably powerful enough to defeat even a pseudo-god and he knows it better than anyone.

"Fifteen years?" Youichi raises his eyebrows in curiosity. "How old are you now?"

"Twenty." The smug look returns to Ryousuke's features when he steals a glance at Youichi’s bare feet. He tilts his head slightly. "I'm older than you are, aren't I?"

"I'm about two hundred in youkai years, which means..." Youichi counts his fingers, and feels sweat well up in his palms when he manages to do the math. He does not want to know how Ryousuke managed to guess that.

"That's around eighteen or ninenteen in human years," Ryousuke chimes in unhelpingly, still sounding sickly sweet. Youichi's fully aware of what he's trying to imply and wonders if he really needs to humbled so much that he’s sent here.

He wants to remain stubborn, really. He's a tengu, one of the highest ranked in yokai monarchy. As inexperienced he admits himself to be, there's still a certain level of pride he wants to maintain before he stoops to the level of a human. Then again, Ryousuke is obviously not just an ordinary human. Tetsu-san seems to hold him with a high regard as well, and he did mention about how Ryousuke could guide him a bit in this guardian business. Youichi's learnt many bitter lessons on putting his ego aside, and he figures it'll probably be for the best if he does it now. He'll need a lot of his help if he wants to stop shedding feathers anytime soon.

That doesn't mean he likes it, though.

"Also, Youichi," Ryousuke continues before Youichi could think of a way to answer, his tone forebodingly demure, "that membrane you have around this place can hardly be called a barrier. I know you're new but— “Nothing could've prepared Youichi for his next few words— “Don’t you think you suck a bit too much at this?"

Youichi's not sure if tengu have gods of their own, but he prays for inner strength.

xXx

"Please don't bully the new tengu too much, Aniki."

Ryousuke barely glances up at his brother, absently twirling a large black feather between his fingers as he reads the parchment balanced on his lap. "I don't see why I shouldn’t. He's centuries behind Tetsu in terms of skills."

"But what if you anger him too much and he decides to bring a war here? Or some other sort of calamity that might endanger the entire village?" Haruichi protests, always the killjoy with his unprecedented maturity. "Besides, he probably just needs more time to get a hang of his duties. Even you didn't start out with your current competency."

“He’s going to have to work much harder than me if that’s all he can do after two hundred years,” Ryousuke says drily, picking up the letter and folding it back along its seams. He deliberately refuses to meet Haruichi’s gaze.

“Won’t you help him?”

“I’m not a tengu, Haruichi,” Ryousuke reminds him patiently. “Even I am not entirely certain of what their responsibilities are aside from those that are common knowledge.”

“I know, but,” Haruichi persists, oddly concerned about the whole affair, “you can just support him however you can, just like the way you did with Tetsu-sama. Sometimes just knowing someone’s got your back is more than enough.”

Haruichi’s speaking from personal experience at the last part, Ryousuke can tell. Frankly, he can’t care less if Youichi’s able to adapt to his duties well, but upon further consideration, perhaps it really is better if he could help him find his groove sooner. Youichi’s failure to do his job will only result in a bigger unnecessary workload for Ryousuke, and that doesn’t exactly sound appealing. He’s already got his hands full with those as it is.

“…Aniki?” Haruichi prompts when Ryousuke remains in silent contemplation for a full minute. Coming to a decision, Ryousuke gets on his feet.

“I’ll going out for a bit; it seems that something’s stirring in the Minister’s residence again.”

He hears Haruichi sigh before wishing him yet another safe day.

…

From what Youichi understands, Ryousuke’s mostly in charge of handling matters in the human village west of his mountain, he only drops by at the mountains every half-moon to play his flute and placate some spirits, and the most basic rule for every youkai in the area is to not mess with Kominato Ryousuke.

Welp. Failed step one.

He wonders if this is the product of trying to infiltrate into the Kominato household earlier. Being a tengu, it’s part of his duty to heck up cocky humans—even if the particular human he had in mind is an obscenely powerful one. He just didn’t count the equally obscenely strong barrier around the house and the fact that Kominato Ryousuke can probably sense him attempting to break into his home a mile away. Youichi realized a tad too late that he’s probably made a very bad miscalculation.

Youichi feels the smallest he’s ever been as he listens on to Ryousuke listing out every mistake he’s made and every problem he’s had ever since he took over from Tetsu-san three days ago. His barrier is still too weak, he’s not around the shrine often enough to listen to people’s prayers, he’s giving him more work, etc. Even his Master spared a few compliments here and there while training him; pointing out his strong points and how he could work on them. Ryousuke, on the other hand, seems intent on tearing down every shred of confidence he has in his own abilities.

“Is there not even a single thing I’ve done well since coming here?” he grumbles under his breath, not caring if Ryousuke hears him because he better does, really. Let him be fully aware that their resident tengu is about to call it quits and find another better, self-preserving job.

“Well, you haven’t cried yet so that’s one,” Ryousuke tells him after a moment of contemplation, smile and tone mocking as always. Youichi glares at him.

“Very funny,” he says, and Ryousuke only shrugs like it’s his problem he can’t handle the facts. Youichi spreads his arms in a fit of agitation. “If you’re gonna criticize me for every damn thing I do, at least tell me how to fix them, Ryou-san!”

“I can’t tell you how to do your job,” Ryousuke states calmly, linking his hands behind his back. “You’ll have to figure them out yourself.”

“Aren’t you already telling me how to do my job?” Youichi protests. Ryousuke’s expression doesn’t change.

“I’m merely suggesting that there are more efficient ways to what you have to do,” he says, then just as casually, he adds, “by the way, you’re not disturbing the Minister enough. He could use more bugs flying at his face at night.”

“You, sir, are a terrible person,” Youichi points out, though he’s observed the Minister enough to agree with him. That guy could stand to treat his servants more like humans and less like animals.

“Never claimed otherwise,” Ryousuke says without a bit of remorse. When his tone alters slightly at the next thing he says, Youichi knows what’s coming for him. “Also, I understand that you were loitering around my home yesterday morning.”

Youichi feels the back of his tunic dampen with sweat. “Um.”

“I’m fine if I’m the only one you’re after,” Ryousuke continues, his voice now dangerously low, “in fact, I’d even commend you if you manage to get past my defences. But heed my words: if you do as much as touch a hair on my family—“he smiles, a deadly one—“I won’t hesitate to send you back to the Other Realm, Youichi.”

Youichi didn’t even know he came from the Other Realm until that moment—not that the discovery makes him want to return there any more than he does. He swallows thickly, and nods.

“I understand.”

“Excellent.” Ryousuke turns to peer towards the horizon. Youichi catches himself watching the way the breeze cards through Ryousuke’s hair with fascination, strands of pink shifting and swaying with the wind. He’s always given out the impression of being so firm and collected that it’s almost surprising to see him ruffled in any way. The sight only reminds him that despite all that’s said and done, Ryousuke’s still mortal.

He winces when a sudden, sharp pain pierces his gut. Something breached his barrier, the realization immediately dawns him. He focuses his senses, trying to pinpoint the location. There—at the southern paddy fields.

“Are you going to go?” Ryousuke sounds unaffected as always. Youichi doesn’t see even the slightest tension in his posture even though he knows he too, must’ve sensed the strong, hostile presence.

He takes a minute to weigh his options. The brasher side of him frankly wants to fly there and use the intruder as his personal punching bag. Fortunately for him, he’s carefully trained to ignore that side. He’s a protective deity before anything else; his biggest responsibility is to not leave the mountain unless absolutely necessary, especially at night. There wouldn’t be a necessity if Ryousuke can handle matters and hold on—Youichi’s starting to get a clearer picture of what the onmyouji expects to be going on now.

…Ryousuke’s testing him right now, isn’t he?

Youichi takes a sharp breath. “No. I’m staying here to protect the mountain in case it makes it this far.” He then fails to resist adding, a grin making an appearance on its own accord, “unless you’re not confident you can stop it?”

The corners of Ryousuke’s lips quirk slightly higher, but he doesn’t seem angered by Youichi’s taunt. In fact, he seems…satisfied? It’s hard to tell. Youichi would need more time before he learns to read him the way he did with Tetsu. What’s important is that he’s pretty sure there’s no murderous intent directed at him at the moment.

“See? You can think after all,” Ryousuke says and wow, rude. Youichi figures he must be making a face because Ryousuke laughs next and he’s really, really itching to kick him down the mountain slope. “But I’ve dawdled here enough. I should get going.” He looks over his shoulder to shoot Youichi one last smirk. “I hope I won’t have to see you soon, You-i-chi.”

Youichi physically cringes at the way he drags the syllables of his name, looking up the next second to find him gone. And good riddance, he spits as he stomps his way back to his dwelling to keep watch. He sure as hell hopes he won’t have to see him ever.

Though, he has to admit he’s kind of curious to see Ryousuke’s skills in action.

*for context on the feet, yamabushi tengu are said to have extremely wrinkled feet as proof of their long age

#kuraryou #kominato ryousuke #kuramochi youichi #diamond no ace #daiya no ace #AKA THE ONMYOUJI AU NO ONE ASKED FOR #AND ALSO MY VERY ELABORATE EXCUSE TO WRITE RYOUSUKE PLAYING THE FLUTE UNDER THE MOONLIGHT LIKE THE KING OF CHEESE I AM #and as classes are starting soon updates will also be irregular im gomen #wonder if anyone would even see this ah ah ahahah-#fanfiction #also i need to brainstorm for this i literally just plunged in ass first and now i still havent decided what direction i want to go with thi #s #good job pierrot

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coffeedrivenfiction · 8 years ago

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The Walking Dead Season 7 Premier Review (sp-spoilers)

With Warm Regards, Lucille the Vampire Bat~

(better late than never)

The Beginning: “I’m gonna kill you.” And, granted, at the time, you totally believed that Rick was going to hold true to his raspy, PSTD-stricken response to Negan and his earlier crack. You really felt in that moment, given what had just happened, who we had just lost, that Rick was still in control, however slightly. Sure, the Saviors had just out-planned and out-grouped our heroes in the most inconceivable way imaginable but even when they were thrown onto their knees in a pile of their own tears and sweat, you just… deep down, you didn’t want to relinquish the comforting thought that Rick and his group had some sort of ace up their sleeves!

Well, as the shockingly gruesome opener of the brand-spanking new season shows, Rick and his group have about two aces: Jack and Shit. And Jack left during the first commercial break.

The Middle: “You can breathe. You can blink. You can cry. ” Preach it, Negan. By now, we’re all pretty well-versed in the universe of The Walking Dead, especially when you consider the cliffhanger to end ALL cliffhangers that claimed the end of the sixth season. You know what I’m talking about, the one that left us basically frothing at the mouth like we’d swallowed a glass of rabies because they didn’t show who Negan had Lucille’d at the end. I mean, come on! All that build-up! All that suspense! All that bull we had to slog through trying to figure out the logistics of Negan’s men being able to cut Rick’s off at every turn like they did! And then the exhaustion from giving that up and just being satisfied that we’d know which of our beloved characters wouldn’t be returning next season! But—SURPRISE! Turns out, it was us who got Lucille’d! Lucille’d by the bat of ‘fuck you’. Because all we got was the most haunting introduction to a villain that I’ve ever seen, followed by the most haunting bat-meets-head crunches that I’ve ever heard. It was twisted, it was cruel, it was downright uncalled for—and I’m not even talking about the beatdown in question anymore, I’m talking about being told we’d have to wait almost half a year to find out the conclusion. That was the most despicable thing about that season’s finale. Fight me.

BUT. But… as the show’s creators promised, over and over again, when the curtain finally lifted on the premiere of Season 7, we found out exactly who got got. About two commercials and twenty minutes in. Not exactly as ‘immediate’ as they made it seem the reveal would be, but it did eventually arrive.

And, boy, right about now, I’m wishing it hadn’t.

Because it came without tags, it came without packages, boxes, or bags, but it came just the same with the fatally crushing force of a blow to the head, which is how Abraham went out. That’s right. Our ginger-haired, badass sergeant of few words but many quips (who can forget his infamous Bisquick line?). He was the unlucky winner of Negan’s sadistic little ‘eeny meeny minie mo’ game, he was the ‘champ’ Negan had alluded to at the end of season six. He was the one. Him. And, true to his ways, after that first swing cracked his noggin and he straightened himself up, ignorant of the blood dripping in droves down his face, he coughed up one last barb at the surprised Negan:

“Suck. My. Nuts.”

(Introduced a badass, left a badass)

Those three words alone, spit with such unwavering defiance even in the face of impending death, have forever cemented Abe in that infamous boardwalk of badasses. It’s been said before, I’m saying it again, because Abe deserves it. What he didn’t deserve was the brutal whack that almost immediately followed. Two or three more whacks at his skull and Negan decides to take a pause, obviously a little tired but laughing, tickled pink by Abe’s last show of scorn. And he goes right back to whacking. And whacking. Annnnnd whacking, literally, just… it was awful, and the decision to show Abe’s mutilated head midway into the audibly nauseating scene was overkill.

For others. Honestly, as gruesome as the scene was, there was some beauty in it, an almost ethereal beauty. Flitting about the carnage, it was definitely there, just hard to see and even harder to grasp. But then again, I was raised on horror movies like Evil Dead (the original trilogy, thank you very much) so I can stare long and hard at gore and begin to analyze where others might be reaching for their barfbags.

In summation, Abraham was Lucille’d and the half-a-year long mystery was solved. At this point, most people, while shellshocked and thoroughly disgusted, began to breathe a sigh of deep relief. Why? Because although part of the ‘main’ cast by this point, Abraham was still far out the category of ‘top 5’ for a majority of the fans who simultaneously felt bad that Abe had died, because a death like that is just naturally sad, and relieved that Abe had died, because it wasn’t their favorite.

It’s here that I start to chuckle. Because, in a move that ensured The Walking Dead would retain high viewership throughout the season, Negan went and did something completely unexpected.

He Lucille’d Glenn.

That’s right, a two-for-the-price-of-one special. Just like poor Abe, Glenn also had a date booked with dear old Lucille. And his encounter was the one that truly traumatized fans across the land.

Because Glenn had been a favorite. Glenn had been a staple in the story. Since the very beginning he was there, he was the one who saved Rick, for crying out loud! Glenn had integral purpose and character and he held his own more often than not. Unlike Abraham, who had his backstory revealed via flashback, we had literally traveled miles together with Glenn, watching as he matured from a scared “glass-half-full” survivor of the zombie apocalypse to this pillar-stone of loyalty and hope. He WAS Glenn.

And now, Glenn is no more.

That sobering realization carries a weight far more heinous than any death before now in the series. The way he was struck down so suddenly and out the blue was the stab that nearly stopped every fans heart, and that stab only served to dig deeper when Glenn climbed back up, just as Abe had, except… his initial first-contact with Lucille had been so much worse. His head was cracked open, one of his eyes was bulging out, you could see the torment in his face as he struggled to talk. He called for his pregnant wife, “Maggie… I’ll come find you….”

It was gut-wrenching, even by my standards.

Despite knowing the inevitable, there was some naive little part of me that believed Glenn would pull through this, that if he got help in enough he’d be okay. But no. Negan was only content to let Glenn suffer for few minutes before another home-run crack at the skull knocked him sideways. And then the real beating began as Negan proceeded to bash Glenn’s skull into literal paste, which he accomplished with several well-placed swings. I honestly forgot how to breathe halfway through, that’s how much the moment disturbed me, and those eye-twitching cracks as Glenn’s skull gave up the fight and shattered. And, as if that wasn’t nightmare-inducing enough, not only did we fans get an up-close and personal view of the mush that remained of Glenn’s head, but when Negan was finally through, hanging from the end of Lucille was a straggle of flesh.

Arguably, this was worse than the Red Wedding.

It was worse and yet oh so much better. The obvious goal here was to show Negan establishing some very basic ground rules. He was in charge. And they achieved that in droves. Traumatizing the audience was just a bonus.

And you know what makes Glenn’s heartbreaking fate all the more enraging? All the more just… pull your hair out frustrating?

The fact that he didn’t even do anything to warrant his own death!

As a man of his word, Negan had previously warned them that he doesn’t tolerate disobedience, that he “will shut that shit down, no exceptions”. And he proved that by doing away with one of Rick’s group (see: Abe) as penance for their killing fifty(50!) of his men. Not exactly equivalent exchange but, hey, we fans don’t want anyone to die. But, and here’s where the kicker comes in at, the pivotal moment that set everyones britches on fire, right after Negan finished grandslamming Abe’s head into a unrecognizable chunk, he turned the bat to Rosita after assuming that she was his lover. After commanding her to look at the bat dripping with Abe’s brain matter, and after she understandably refused to do so, BAM! Daryl punches Negan right square in the face.

A short squabble later, Negan decides against killing Daryl because “he’s got moxie” (and possibly because Daryl is the series lovable cash cow) which instantly calmed millions of fans who, for one brief and intense second, just knew Daryl was going to catch the bat. Alas no, not him, but because of that one moment of recklessness, Negan had to hold true to his earlier claim.

Because he wants you to know that if nothing else, he’s an honest man of his word.

And thus, Glenn caught the surprise blow that hit us just as hard as it did him.

So, now that the nail-biting mystery is solved, now that we know who’s gone and who remains, I feel we can finally do as Negan said earlier.

We can breathe. We can blink. We can cry.

The Ending: “Welcome to a brand new beginning, you sorry shits.”

(Jeffrey Dean ‘Motherfreaking’ Morgan)

Overall, this was one hell of a premiere. It was just bursting at the seams with enough sadistic imagery to send any sane person backflipping toward an insane asylum. You’re breathless, stricken with grief and rage, you want closure and there is none, you want Negan to die and he just won’t, you want to wake up and realize this whole episode never happened but it did. This is our reality now, as Walking Dead fans. And the literal ‘gore’ was only about one-third of this agonizing torment-flavored pie, believe it or not. Another one-third goes to the crushing loss we feel at losing our precious comrades, and the last third? The absolutely tortured way in which Rick had to prostrate himself before Negan, who went above and beyond the call of simple ‘mindfuckery’ to break Rick down like Lucille broke Glenn’s cranium and get him to relinquish all control, all hope.

And that’s sort of how you feel coming away from this episode. Like there’s no hope. And maybe there really isn’t. Only time, and the recovery strength of Rick and his groups resolve, will tell. But for right now, I think it’s time we bid Glenn a fond farewell.

Rest easy, glass-half-full kinda guy. Your journey’s over now.

#thewalkingdead #negan #rickgrimes #glenn #abraham #amc #tvshow #season premiere #review #vampirebat

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princesslov27 · 6 years ago

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Heart of Earth Chapter 16

Chapter 16

Angry Gikwang

“Let her go!” Tasmin managed to yell at them, loud enough for her to be heard through the closed door.

“No way.”

“I won’t tell you anything then.”

“Let my ace to get my brother on my side go?”

“Kidnapping Gyeong wouldn’t achieve that. But he doesn’t like your ace so he would never join you as long as Incara was your ace.”

“Of course it will. She’s his life partner.”

“No, he’ll kill you. I’ve seen it.”

He laughs. “That’ll be interesting,” he responds and went to tempt the tiger. He pressed record and completely played with her his way.

Tasmin’s eyes flashed and she pulled against the chains. Then Jabari sent Gyeong in a pod back to Nasitlam. In the pod, she curled up and cried. He had violated and hurt her in so many ways. After he was sure she was on her way, he sent the video of it to Gikwang for fun. Hakim had noticed the pod and had one of the Venus ships catch it and bring it aboard. If it wasn’t Gyeong then it might be someone they could use against him. Gikwang had seen the video and instantly turned the ship around. Jabari was dead, he was gonna kill him himself. Gikwang did not care at all that Jabari was his brother. Gyeong was terrified until she noticed it was Hakim. Then she cried more. Hakim grabbed a blanket and gently picked her up and carried her to his room, telling one of the crew members to inform Soyara that they had Gyeong. He set her down on his bed and cleaned her up while he had hot water boiling for a tea. She was bloody everywhere, he’d also forcibly taken her on top of the other torture and she was unable to stop crying. She had never felt like just a thing until now but that was all she felt like now. The man had spoken a whispy language, she hadn’t understood, but she’d heard Gikwang’s name. That meant it was probably only one person, Jabari.

“Gyeong, was Tasmin there?” Hakim asked gently as he bandaged her injuries.

“O.... Only saw her once,” she got out, her voice hoarse. “Don’t.... Don’t wanna have his kid...”

“You’re not going to, you’re gonna be okay. Her highness is on her way.”

She shook her head. “Want to... die...” she cried.

“I know, I know, but you’ll be okay in time.”

Now she knew why people thought Gikwang was the same but... She knew they were different. But she also knew Gikwang may only 'come to her rescue' because she is a friend nothing more. She was ruined in so many ways. She ignored her Grandma as she came in. She could only stare into nothing, unable to think of what to do. Gikwang told Doojoon to hurry up, the ship wasn't going fast enough for his liking.

"I know it's not but we didn't exactly get one with warp speed. And I doubt he'd kill her... Till you're there anyway."

"But at this rate it's gonna take us days to get there!"

Doojoon looks down. It was true. And who knows what Jabari would put Gyeong through during that time. He fiddled around with things to make it go faster. Gikwang couldn't believe he'd been such an idiot. He should've stayed, made sure that everyone else had gotten onto their ships safely. If he was the last one to leave than it would've ensured that everyone else was safe.

"After this, she won't be the same," Hyunseung says softly.

“You don’t think I know that!” Gikwang snapped.

“She won’t have been anyway since you were leaving her forever, but after those violations, can’t imagine.”

“I wasn’t leaving forever.”

“Oh? We thought you were,” Doojoon responds.

“I’ll wear a disguise or something…”

They stare at him. “So.... is she your life partner?” Dongwoon asks.

Gikwang nodded slowly. Doojoon looked at Junhyung and then figured out how to speed it up even more. They would get there in half the time but it would still take two and a half earth days.

“Gikwang maybe it’d be best if you go to your room,” Doojoon says.

“Why?” He snapped.

“Cuz you can’t do anything here and you’re tense,” Doojoon points out. “I could leave you with Hakim when we get there... He’s leading the fight against Jabari after all.”

“I’m getting Gyeong back when we get there and killing Jabari myself. You’re not leaving me anywhere!”

“How will you get to him?”

“Easy, he’s doing this to get to me. I’ll board his ship alone.”

“Okay.”

“Jabari thinks that cuz he’s my twin I would never hurt him. That’s not true.”

"Ah. So you're our best bet."

“Yes, I am. Send anyone else over and he’s going to be suspicious.”

"Fine but we'll be joining Hakim so that we can help with the fight against his army."

“That’s fine by me.”

"You sure you'll be fine on your own?"

“Yes, I’ll be fine. Jabari wants me with him more than anything else.”

“True.”

“So don’t worry about it. I’ll get Gyeong and kill Jabari.”

They nod as they kept going.

The moment Jabari had sent Gyeong away Tasmin did have a vision. She did see what happened to Jabari and to Gyeong. She did not see what would happen to Incara or the rest of the Jabari’s forces. Jabari grins at her as he sat down across from her.

“You’ve doomed yourself you Bastard.”

“I got what I needed.”

“Yeah, your death.”

“And life,” he responds with a smirk. “She’s his life partner, which means any child she has he’ll keep.”

“If anything she’ll kill the baby before it’s born.”

“So you hope.”

“You clearly don’t know her.”

“I know that she may kill herself and that’s not my fault. I didn’t do it.”

“It is too YOUR FAULT!” She yelled and pulled against the chains.

He chuckles.

“And you’re a fool if you think I’m gonna tell you anything.”

“You’re a seer and you’re mine.”

“Still not telling you anything.”

He laughs. It was true, she wasn’t gonna tell him anything, she knew way better than that.

“Now then, tell me.”

She shook her head not about to.

“I guess I get to play with you now.”

“Good luck.” she sneered.

He grins. “I will.”

There was no way he was going to make her talk. Besides she couldn’t force the visions. He moved her to a bed and relocked her down before ripping her clothes off. Tasmin didn’t flinch one bit. He grins.

“Let’s play.”

“How about no,” she said and whacked him with her leg.

He laughs and grins. But while he was laughing Tasmin was working on something else. She changed her hands and wrist to Nasit form for a split second and then broke her thumbs and slid out of the chains on her wrists. The next second she had her hands around his neck and was choking him hard, his face was already turning red. He used his hands to take one arm and break it to move it away from his neck. She winced but didn’t make a sound and then used her one good arm to hit him hard in the neck with her elbow, right at his windpipe. He gasps but jumps on her and kept his knees on her torso. She hit him again, this time in the face. He took his hand and put his elbow in her throat. She kicked and squirmed against him, her face turning red as she couldn’t breath. He kicks her again. She groaned just a little. He turns her over and slid into her with no warning. She winced and bit her lip, tears stinging her eyes. It hurt so bad. A few hours later he left and looks at Incara.

“She came free.”

“That shouldn’t have happened.”

“Well she did and I had to subdue her.”

“I’ll fix that, you want me to leave her in your room?”

“No, put a bed in holding.”

Incara nods. He had someone else put the bed in the holding cell and then went to pick Tasmin up. He just tossed her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and carried her back. He tossed her onto the hard floor and then made sure she was securely tied up. Jabari took a shower, grinning. This would be fun but he was also gonna check in on Gikwang again. Gikwang’s ship was now going as fast as possible, even after adding a boost to it. Although he had now been kicked off the deck so he just went to his room. He did make a quick call to Soyara, not even sure if she knew what was going on. Soraya answered.

“Gikwang?”

“Yes, Your Highness. I have some news, which is why I’m contacting you.”

“What news?”

“Jabari has Soraya.”

“Oh that.... Okay I have news for you. He was sending her to Nasitlam actually but Hakim noticed the pod and brought it on. We have her but... um... she’s been violated and I saw a indent from like a needle. She... I haven’t told her yet but he forcibly impregnated her.”

Gikwang winced.

“I already know what he did. I’m going to take care of him myself.”

“Will you be able to? He is your twin.”

"If you had my dad would still be alive."

Gikwang winces.

"I'm sorry."

"But... Gyeong woulda never existed. You have to stop here. We have a potion but it can't get rid of the baby, merely replace it. She'll want yours, not his. And considering you're twins, there's a low likelihood you'll make it. Do I make myself clear?"

"He won't stop until he is dead."

"I know this. But you could not survive as well. And I do not want to leave my granddaughter with nothing of you, only him. A lot of damage has already been done by him Gikwang. And more will be. But you can undo some to Gyeong, and I will not allow you to take the risk of going after him, without her being yours not his."

"The only way for him to stop is for me to go after him. You have no idea how he thinks."

"I know it is. I'm positive that's the case. But if you're just gonna leave her the way she is, broken and pregnant with his child, if you make it back I assure you you won't have her. She will either have killed herself or I will not allow you near her. You are damaging her more."

"You expect me to do nothing?!"

"I expect you to kill him after you make Gyeong feel better and using a potion so she is pregnant with your child not his. How is making her feel better less important than killing him when one day wait won't make much difference?" she countered.

Gikwang bit his clenched his fist but nods. It’s not like he could argue with the Queen.

“We’ll be there in two days.”

"Gikwang, think of it this way, what happens to Gyeong if you die?"

Well he hoped that she would find someone else but he knew that wasn’t going to be the case. Not with Gyeong. But he did know that he was stronger than his brother so he was practically positive that he would make it through alive.

“She’d kill herself.”

"Yeah. Precisely. I can't help her. Only you can. That's wae I want you to be with her before you go after your brother. I guess I can't actually force you but... I like warriors who think of not just themselves or their missions."

“I’ll make a pit stop to see her but the sooner I deal with Jabari the better.”

“Alright. Maria will lead you to her when you arrive.”

“Okay.”

Soraya ends the call and lay back before telling Maria to make a potion to exchange Jabari’s child for Gikwang’s. Maria send an okay. Hakim was still debating about what to do with the news Gyeong had given him. Jabari having Tasmin was just as bad as having Gyeong. He could also win, by knowing what they would do through Tasmin’s visions. That was if she saw what happened. Recently she had been seeing a lot of past events, Maria had told him that much. Maria caresses his arms. Hakim gave her a half smile.

“We’ll get her back.”

“I hope so.”

“We will.”

Hakim nods a little, he wasn’t positive. She kisses him. Hakim smiled a bit and kissed her back.

“I probably should give Crown Prince Saar a call,” he said with a little sigh.

“Yes.”

He gave her a half smile.

“You know they have a thing.”

“Huh? WHAT?!”

“Yeah,” Jasoslava says. “They have a thing. Tasmin likes Saar and Saar likes Tasmin.”

“When did this happen?”

“I’d say since Tasmin went to Aclimentes. And neither of them see it.”

“That is insane, she can’t work when she’s too emotionally involved.”

“Don’t tell her that.”

“I shouldn’t have to, she should already know.”

“Emotionally involved is how women work though.”

“And in her case it could get her or the Crown Prince killed.”

“Her maybe but she’d do it for him.”

He sighed and shook his head as he called the Crown Prince. Saar eventually answered. Hakim gave him a little bow as he greeted him.

“You shouldn’t be doing this. They’ll tap you.”

“Which is why I’m making this brief. Jabari has Tasmin.”

“WHAT?”

“That’s the only thing I got out of Gyeong.”

“No! No no. Not good.”

“She should be able to take care of herself.”

“He’ll keep her forever...”

“We’ll figure out something.”

“How?”

“Gikwang is on his way, he should be able to help. He knows his brother better than any of us.”

“They’re twins, they’re on the same side.”

“I don’t think they are on the same side.”

“They’re connected since they’re twins.”

“That doesn’t mean they’re anything alike.”

“Well that is true.”

“I have to go, I’ll keep you informed.”

“Bye.”

Hakim bowed again and then ended the call. Maria leans into him before she went to start a potion. Hakim sighed. In less than six hours the battle would start and no doubt it would decide the future of their world.

“I’m with you,” Jasoslava says.

Hakim gave her a little smile.

“It might be best for you to see if you can help Gyeong.”

“I can’t heal the inner wounds. Only her man can help.”

“I know that, but she’s got other injuries.”

“I’ll get on it.”

“Thank you.”

She nods and went to where Gyeong was to touch and help her. Hakim sighs and went back to work. The twins ran to their daddy. Hakim smiles a little and gave them each a hug.

“You gonna give mommy.... And us a sibling?”

“Not now no, we’re way too busy.”

“But.... You don’t think you’ll make it.”

“I don’t know what’s going to happen.”

“Mom’s tense.”

“I know she is.”

They sigh.

“There is just a lot of things we need to deal with.”

“Kay.”

Hakim smiles at them and gave both of them a tight hug. He loved them a lot. They give small smiles.

“Things will work out promise.”

They gave him their disbelieving face but left him to plan. Hakim smiled a little and went back to work. What he was going to do about Tasmin he didn’t know. He knew he couldn’t leave her there but she was just one person and he had to think about the Nasit royal bloodline. Soraya came in for him to talk to about it if he wished. He gave her a little smile and went over what he had so far. She nods and gave ways to possibly get Tasmin back. Hakim listened but he did know that there was one danger, Tasmin may know what happens and if Jabari got her to talk about any of it then their actions could already be known. Soraya nods.

“Yeah that is a danger.”

“And he’ll hold onto her more than he would to Gyeong cuz she’s more valuable so she won’t be easy to get to.”

“Gyeong was valuable till her purpose was served.”

“And Tasmin’s purpose will never run out.”

“Pretty much.”

He nods with a little sigh. That would only make it so much harder for them to get her back. She gave a small smile. Hakim gave a tiny one back. All of them were anxious for what would happen.

"I need to go to bed."

Hakim nods.

"Rest well."

She probably wouldn't but oh well. Hakim took her back to her room and gave her a little bow as he closed the door behind her. She fell on the bed.

"Oach!" Came a voice from her bed.

She jumped up in shock and looked for who it was. It was Angelica. She'd curled up in her bed. She smiles a little and hugs her baby. Angelica cling to her tightly. She'd been hearing stories from the others about Jabari and Inaca and it was scaring her. Soraya kisses her gently. Angelica smiles a little.

"Don't worry baby, you're safe."

Angelica nods a little. Soraya smiles. Angelica smiles a little and curled up in the bed. Soraya closes her eyes. Angelica curled up to her. She pet Angelica. He nods. Angelica smiled a little. Soraya held her close.

"I love you baby."

"Love you too Mom."

Soraya gives her a kiss and smiles. Angelica smiles a little. She smiles back. Angelica curled up and tried to sleep. Soraya pet her lovingly. After a while she fell asleep. Soraya smiles and went to sleep with her. That evening the fight started as Jabari's fleet arrived. Maria gave Hakim one last kiss before letting him go. He gave her and his kids all tight hugs and kisses. The twins kiss his cheeks at the same time. Hakim chuckles a little and then left. With any luck they would win. Jasoslava and her Knights were right beside him. Hakim gave her a little smile.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going with you. You need me."

"You should stay here."

"No. You need me. You know this Hakim."

Jasoslava smiles a little. "I cannot be killed."

"I know....."

“So I’ll be safe.”

He finally nods. It didn’t mean she couldn’t get injured though.

“I will heal you all.”

“You don’t need to.”

She sighs. Hakim gave her a half smile. She touches him and stayed back. Hakim headed to the bridge of the lead ship, he would be working with the captain to coordinate everything. The captain smiles. Hakim gave him a little smile and bow.

“Where do you want to start?”

“Making sure Jabari doesn’t have an escape route, we need to knock out his warp drive.”

“Understood.”

But before they got much farther Jabari started shooting at them. He did a maneuver to get out of the way. They just managed to miss getting hit and Hakim quickly raised the shield's. They try to sleep more but can't. Soon all of the ships were in full fighting mode. Jasoslava sighs a little. After a several hours Hakim noticed fighters from Jabari's side, along with a troop carrier ship headed to earth. He quickly left the captain to main this battle and made for the nearest hanger. He was not about to let Jabari attack earth so easily. Jasoslava grins and ran after him. Hakim sighed but didn’t say anything as he boarded the ship. She shook her head at him. He didn’t say anything but just headed to the fighter pod as the ship left, he would shoot the ships down before they reached Earth, or at least that was the plan. She stood in the back, waiting. Hakim did his best to shoot down the ships but he only managed to get a few of them. Before they hit Earth’s atmosphere. The camera crews were instantly all over this. Now Hakim just tried to direct the enemy ships away from the cities and anywhere where they wouldn’t be seen a lot. But the cameras were already filming and the world was going nuts. Hakim could see it on their communication monitors and sighed, he made sure their ships were cloaked but that didn’t mean it would get any better. Jasoslava shook her head.

"The ships are landing. We might as well too."

Hakim sighs.

“I know.”

“I’m here to support you.”

“Just be careful. I don’t need to deal with an injured royal.”

“I won’t be.”

He nods.

“I’m here to heal you guys.”

“I know.”

“So why are you acting like you don’t need me?”

“Cuz it’s another body I have to keep track of and make sure is safe.”

“You don’t have to Hakim. Truly.”

He gave her a half smile. She sighs. The ship landed a few minutes later and Hakim and the other officers lead the troops out. She was the last one out. Jabari’s men were waiting for them and they were instantly hit by a wave of ice bullets. She shivers but stayed down. The guys spread out and returned fire. Thankfully they’d landed where they had some cover. She lay against a tree. The fight went on for a couple hours, but Hakim had a better strategy so they eventually surrounded Jabari’s men. She made sure to touch those majorly hurt. Jabari did keep an eye on her, he knew that healing a large amount could hurt her. She didn’t overdo it, staying out of Jabari’s way. The battle went on for almost two days, but finally Hakim won but was unable to catch Jabari. Jabari went back to his place to play more with Tasmin and take his losses. Hakim left with his men and headed back to the fleet. Gikwang arrived a couple hours later. Maria saw him and led him to where Gyeong was lying, handing him a potion if he actually would do it.

“You only have one more day before it’s permanently his kid.”

“I have to give it to her or what?” He asked a little confused.

“It’s not just giving it to her. You have to give her your sperm too. It’s not like I can recreate that. And you don’t have to but that’s what will happen if it doesn’t happen.”

“And she’s supposed to drink it?”

“Yes.”

Gikwang nods and headed to Gyeong’s room and gently knocked on the door when he reached it. She kinda froze.

“W...Who is it?” Gyeong called, terrified.

“Gikwang.”

A few moments later, the door opened, the girl before him seemingly skinnier, still had scars, and her eyes were hollow and lost instead of bright and confident. Gikwang smiles at her.

“Hi.”

She looks down. “Hi,” she said softly. She wasn’t worthy of Gikwang. She’d been soiled.

Gikwang gently took her hand and lead her back to bed. She curled up in it, and up to him, the tension in her body eventually leaving by just being with him.

“I’m soo sorry.”

“It’s not like you told him to.”

“I know, but I could’ve ended this all long time ago.”

She hugs him and leans into him. Gikwang smiles a little and gave her a gentle hug.

“This is for you,” he said handing the potion to her. He had stopped at the bathroom before entering her room.

She looks at it and sat up a little to drink it. She knew Maria had probably made it so she’d drink it. Gikwang smiles at her.

“You’re gonna be okay. It’s gonna take time but you will be okay.”

She wipes her eyes and nods snuggling up to him again. He wrapped an arm around her gently. She leans up and gives him a tiny kiss. Gikwang smiles and kissed her back. Her hands curled as she was a little surprised. He’d never kissed her like this. Sure they’d kissed but, this was so much gentler and she found herself blushing.

“I can’t stay for very long, a few hours. I have to deal with my brother.”

She nods although she flinched as soon as he said his brother. She couldn’t help it.

“I.... I just wanted you,” she said and then tears started because now she was nothing. “I knew I wouldn’t get you but I wanted...” she cried. She just sobbed, a giant mess. She known she wouldn’t get him forever but she’d hoped he would be her first. But now she was nothing and he was gonna go away again after he dealt with Jabari.

“I know,” he said with a small smile. “I’ll be back though.”

She didn’t quite believe him but just curled up to him. Gikwang kept his arm around her gently, he didn’t want to make her injuries worse. She closes her eyes, falling asleep in his arms.

“Love you,” she said in her sleep in Korean, English, Japanese, and then the little bit of Chirp Yoseob had taught her. He smiles and gave her a little kiss on the cheek.

“Love you too.”

She smiles in her sleep, it having bled into her dream. Gikwang thought about leaving while she slept but he knew that would freak her out so decided to stay until after she woke up. She woke up an hour and a half later, more refreshed than she’d been in the past four days. He smiles at her.

“Slept okay?”

“Much. Thank you Gikwang oppa.”

“You’re welcome.”

She unwound from him. “Go.”

“You sure? You gonna be okay for a few hours?”

“I’ll be okay,” she says with a smile, sure he’d be gone for longer than that. But he’d come help make her feel better.

He nods and gave her a small kiss before he left. She went to take a bath. Someone had stocked her bathroom with all sorts of spa supplies. She smiles a little and made up the bath.

Jabari walked back and forth, glowering at Tasmin. She was only half there, not cuz of her visions but because of what Incara had done. He laughs a little at that. Incara was just outside, making sure that Jabari wouldn’t be disturbed. Jabari turns and grins. He sensed Gikwang’s approach. Gikwang had only brought Junhyung and Hakim with him. Hakim because if he decided to not kill Jabari than Hakim was the one to hand Jabari over to; Junhyung because he was the only one that Jabari would ever believe would actually join him. Gikwang headed to the room he’d meet his brother in. Junhyung was right next to him. Incara went to go greet them, letting Jabari have more time with Tasmin. Jabari cleaned off, although he left some of the blood for fun and headed to meet Gikwang. Gikwang gave him a half smile as Jabari walked in.

“Don’t mind me. I was just playing with someone.”

“Torturing someone,”Gikwang mumbled. “What are you even doing here? Coming here was a mistake.”

“I’m after royals... and since you weren’t coming back I came to get you. Seems you finally got my message.”

“You could’ve gotten royals without coming here, and what makes you think I’d actually join you after that stunt you pulled?”

“What? Playing with your life partner? I sent her to Nasitlam. You won’t find her here.”

“I know exactly where she is and you’ll never get your hands on her again. And if you think I’ll join you because you tortured and raped my partner than you’re even crazier than I thought.”

“No I think you’ll join me because you know that you can’t live without me. And what? You didn’t enjoy that display?”

“And what makes you think I wouldn’t turn you over right here, right now?”

He smirks. “Because you are outnumbered and you’d be put in my holding cell.”

“Even outnumbered we can still win, cuz we’re smarter and more daring than you.”

“Oh?”

It was Gikwang’s turn to smirk and a split moment later he had a knife in one of Jabari’s hearts. Careful to hit the center one, that was actually his and not to to nick the one that represented Gikwang’s own heart. Jabari’s eyes went wide as he stared at Gikwang, shocked he would even do that. They were twins. Pain shot through Gikwang in the heart that represented Jabari as Jabari coughed up blood. Gikwang held in the pain and sliced through Jabari’s heart,slicing right through the heart and cutting it in half. Jabari returned to natural form due to the pain and his claws scratched deeply into Gikwang but he was unable to hold on long, fading fast.

“She... my child,” was all he got out, dying with an evil smile still plastered on his face.

“Not anymore,” Gikwang said.

The pain overwhelmed him then as his second heart burst. Gikwang’s face turned white and as Jabari died he could see that he’d kidnapped Tasmin. Incara took one look at what happened and ran, they’d be creamed now if they didn’t get out soon.

“Junhyung, find Tasmin,” Gikwang managed to say.

Junhyung nods and began running after Incara. He didn’t have to hazard much of a guess the guy would try to take Tasmin with him. He hated to leave Gikwang like that so he sent Hakim a text to go in and help Gikwang if he could. Hakim did managed to slip onto the ship and helped him off. He hoped Junhyung was hurrying. If they didn’t leave soon they’d be attached to the ship when it went into warp speed. Junhyung had to be sneaky to catch Incara unaware so he could get Tasmin and then he ran, as fast as he could, jumping out of it right as it was taking off. When he did find Tasmin she was unrecognizable. She was chained up and her whole body looked like she was covered in blood. But as he got closer he could see that at least three layers of skin had been completely removed from her whole body. And her neck had long gashes on either side were her gills would’ve been if she’d been in Nasit form. He didn't spot it at first because of everything else bit then he noticed her eyes. They weren't moving and the area around her eyes were covered in more blood. And her eyes were clearly damaged, how bad he couldn't tell. He winces but got her as carefully as possible out and ran, jumping out as carefully as possible just as the ship started moving, landing on his legs, wincing a little but kept going after Hakim and Gikwang. Tasmin wasn't conscious enough to protest someone touching her. They all made it back into their ship and detached from Jabari's just in time. Tasmin was better for an hour or so and then everything Jasoslava had done backfired and Tasmin returned to how she had been. Jasoslava stares in confusion. That had never happened. But she couldn't die so she could and would keep trying. As she was trying for the third time Gikwang walked into the room.

"Stop, it won't work," he said in a sad tone.

She was looking worse than Tasmin now as she had tried to take it away so many times. She couldn't believe it but finally she stopped.

"He gave her something that won't let her heal unnaturally."

She cried a little but unsteadily got up to leave. She also sent him a don't touch me look before slowly leaving the room. Junhyung and Hakim got them quickly back to the ship Maria and such were on. Gikwang sighed. This was why he'd know he had to kill his brother. Junhyung walked in, surprised he was already up and about so what he did is pick Gikwang up, take him inside and followed Maria to lay Gikwang in Gyeong's bed.

"You still need to be in bed."

"I'm fine," Gikwang protested.

Gyeong turned towards his heat, and nude as she was, curled up to him and Junhyung chuckles. Gikwang hit Junhyung in the gut. The movement caused Gyeong to open her eyes and she nearly had a heart attack that Junhyung was there. But then her jaw just fell open that Gikwang was there and she didn't notice as Junhyung left. Gikwang gave her a little smile.

"It's over. I'm sure we're heading home now."

"So you're leaving when we get there." That made sense she supposed.

"No, not at all."

She looked at him.

"You'll want to get back to Fompuna and start looking for your life partner. And you'll be a hero so I'm sure that won't be hard."

"Why would I go looking for another one when she is laying right next to me?"

Gyeong stared at him and gulped. "For real?" she asked, certain she'd only heard what she wanted to hear.

"For real."

She curled closer to him. She was amazed and unsure. She curled closer to him.

"I do have to deal with the damage Jabari left behind.”

She looks down, not wanting to think of it. She was damaged. Gikwang smiles at her and gave her a little kiss.

"Do you know how he got Tasmin?"

"She tried to save me. I think he purposely landed near where her ship was."

Gikwang nods. That made sense. She kisses him again. She still couldn't believe it. He smiled and kissed her back.

Now that the fight and danger were over Angelica started to explore the ship. The twins ran to her. Angelica smiles at them.

“Hey.”

“How’s your dad?”

“Unhappy.”

“Didn’t we win?”

“Not completely it seems.”

“Oh?” she asked worried now.

“Jabari’s second in command isn’t dead.”

“Oh….”

“Yeah.”

“Well I doubt he’ll do anything right away.”

“True....”

“So….how long will it take us to get there?”

“A while.”

“Like a year?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh….wow.”

“Yeah I know.”

“What are we supposed to do on a ship for a year?”

“Well I’m sure there are things.”

“I hope so.”

“I’m positive.”

Angelica gave a little smile.

Since Jaroslava couldn’t use her power on Tasmin Junhyung told her to call home and speak to the doctors there. Jasoslava was still very knowledgeable about medical things and healing, more than any of them there so this would give her a way to feel like she was still helping. She looks at him.

“You’re gonna leave again aren’t you?” she asked him as she waited for a connection.

“Me? I got kicked out remember? The only place I may be able to stay at is Aclimentes.”

“Because...” she sighs.

“If I stay it’ll be in Aclimentes.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“It is though. It’s because of me that...” she sighs. She couldn’t explain it without him finding out she liked him. Which she knew he wouldn’t get.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“It’s a lie and I know it is.”

“I’ll be fine,” He said as the call connected to a doctor in Aclimentes.

Jasoslava sighed and got to talking with the doctor, trying to put out her thoughts and feelings. The doctor listened to her and asked if she’d been able to do a complete exam on Tasmin yet.

“I have done most of it.”

“And what have you learned?”

“That Jabari tortures like no other. I was able to fix most of what was with Gyeong, not all, but he only kept her for a little over a day. With Tasmin he had her for nearly five and has managed to rip away skin and everything else.”

“She doesn’t have any skin!?” The doctor asked shocked.

“Three layers stripped away, a layer from her eyes... it’s truly awful.”

“She can’t see?”

“No. And can’t communicate.”

“What do you mean she can’t communicate? Has she just not talked yet or is she physically not able to?”

“She hasn’t even opened her mouth. I can’t tell if she can’t or if she doesn’t want to.”

The doctor nods.

“How are her gills?”

“Rubbed raw too.”

The doctor sighed.

“Until we get a full and detailed exam I would recommend keeping her in a warm bath. It’ll hurt since she probably can’t turn back to her Nasit form but it will help with the healing process but it is going to take a long time for her skin to come back. She may or may not have it all back by the time you guys arrive. Send me the exam and photos and I’ll work with some doctors to see what the game plan should be for her.”

“Alright.”

“I’ll be waiting for the report.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

She ended the call and went to make a bath for Tasmin. She had a year human time to at least get a kiss from Junhyung. Tasmin flinched a little when she heard someone open the door and walk into the room.

“Tasmin my friend, it’s me,” Jasoslava said gently.

Tasmin nods slightly. Jasoslava sat on the bed.

“I’m making up a bath for you.”

Tasmin shook her head. She didn’t want one.

“You need it.”

She shook her head again.

“What’s wrong?”

Tasmin didn’t say anything, she didn’t want to talk about it, she didn’t want to open her mouth. Jasoslava sighs and got up to go make the bath. For Tasmin everything hurt. Her whole body was tender and there was no position that she could get into that made it felt any better. Jasoslava made sure it was just warm before picking up Tasmin and helping her get in it. Tasmin flinched and winced when Jasoslava touched her but gingerly walked, taking her guide, hoping it really was Jasoslava. Jasoslava sat beside her and stayed with her. Tasmin held in the pain as the water hit her red raw skin. It hurt so badly. She wanted to get out, this wasn’t helping at all. Jasoslava looks at her and helped her get out.

“I’m sorry. A doctor friend of mine said it would help cuz of your biology.”

Tasmin shook her head no, and then yes. It was partly true. She could feel it helping but it just hurt so bad.

“Then we’ll do it slowly. A few minutes every few hours.”

Tasmin nodded a little. Then she made gestures with her hands trying to signal her that she wanted a pen and pad of paper. Jasoslava hurried and got it for her. Tasmin took it and carefully tried to write, although her handwriting was probably terrible.

“Don’t let Hakim or Crown Prince Saar see me.”

Jasoslava looks at it.

“Well.... we’ve got a year to get back to Elufma but... um.... Hakim is on the ship so... that’ll be harder.”

“Keep him away,” she wrote.

Tasmin just knew what Hakim would say and she didn’t want to hear it. Even if she could see she didn’t want to see him. Jasoslava slowly brought her back to the bed. Tasmin slowly got in. She knew it would take ages to heal which meant she wouldn’t be able to sleep for that long.

“I’ll be nearby so I’ll come check in on you every few hours.”

Tasmin nods a little. Jasoslava was worried but smiles a little at that. Tasmin lay down, without the blankets, and tried to sleep although she was scared to. Jasoslava left and then returned a few hours later. It was hard to tell but it appeared as though Tasmin was still awake.

“I’m making up another bath for ya.”

Tasmin nods a little. She smiles sadly and went and made up another warm bath and helped Tasmin back in again. Once again Tasmin carefully got in and once again it hurt so badly. Jasoslava didn’t let her out. Of course she wanted out but Tasmin forced herself to stay in the water. Jasoslava let her out eventually and brought her back. Her body hurt slightly less but the pain was still very bad.

“Alright?”

Tasmin nods a little. Then she felt around for her paper and pen before she wrote, “How’s Princess Gyeong?”

“Gyeong is... in pain. It’s possible she could be pregnant with Jabari’s child.”

Tasmin nodded. She’d failed. No matter who she was assigned to it was still a head bodyguard’s job to protect the royal families and she hadn’t done that. And on top of that she’d allowed herself to be caught.

"You aren't a failure Tasmin. You've survived this torture. You're incredible."

Tasmin nods a little. Jasoslava smiles a little. Tasmin wasn't sure about that. She didn't feel like it.

“And you’re better off than me. Junhyung doesn’t even know why he got the treatment he did and how it’s because of me and that I’m in love with him. I’m far from a hero. I’m just running from my father and my fiance at this point.”

"At least you still look pretty." Tasmin wrote although it was hard to read as the letters were written over each other.

“That doesn’t truly make me feel better though. And I’m gonna lose Junhyung eventually cuz I will outlive my father but not my bastard of a fiance.”

"You'll marry Junhyung," Tasmin wrote. She knew that for a fact. She'd seen it.

Jasoslava stared, trying to figure it out. But even when she did she was silent. That couldn’t be true could it? Would she really get to live forever with the man she loved? That seemed too good to be true.

“What did the doctors say?” Tasmin finally wrote. She knew Jasolava had talked to them.

“That they can’t do anything until you’re with them. And I know it’s bad cuz I couldn’t do it and I tried three times.”

Tasmin nods a little.

“Not that I’d probably die but I was doing horribly.”

“I’m sorry,” she wrote.

“It’s not your fault.”

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