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creacherkeeper · 2 years ago

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LUKAAAA do the whole thing for lost npcs pspspsps

youre insane <333333 i love you

under the cut for obvious reasons

have the highest and the lowest strength score?

highest is scruggs and lizzie with +5 and lowest is kelsey and davey with -2 :o)

2. have the highest and the lowest dexterity score?

highest is latrowe and annalise :D with +5 <3 lowest is lizzie with -2

3. have the highest and the lowest constitution score?

highest once again scruggs and lizzie with +5. they are tanks. lowest once again davey with -1 (he's just a little guy!!! he has 4 hit points!!!)

4. have the highest and the lowest intelligence score?

lizzie and kelsey both have +5 and scruggs and colter have -2 (the waylon squad siblings are,,,, so minmaxed)

5. have the highest and the lowest wisdom score?

latrowe has +5 and kitten, davey, and hawk all have -2 <33 hawk does not have the excuse of being 7 years old he's just autistic

6. have the highest and the lowest charisma score?

brandi, sarah, and annalise have +4 <33333 hawk and kelsey have -1 for autism reasons and davey has -1 for he is a shy deaf 6 year old reasons

7. is the fastest?

of the mortals, scruggs has 40ft of movement and can move his speed again as a bonus action towards an enemy. however of all the characters, latrowe has 60ft move and 60ft hover fly but he is. kind of a ghost so. he cheats

8. is the tallest? the shortest?

scruggs is the tallest at 6'9 (hehe) of the "adults" brandi and kelsey are both 5'1

9. is the oldest? the youngest?

waylon is 95 and davey is 6 and juniper is a baby!!

10. is the hottest?

scruggs <33333 & im correct

11. is the biggest flirt, or has had the most romantic stuff going on?

brandi is by far the biggest flirt but she does not have as much romantic stuff going on as she would like <333

12. is the best singer?

formerly waylon :o) i think hawk is a good singer and you will learn this over his cold dead body

13. is the best dancer?

formal dances, waylon. for just Goin For It, sarah

14. lies the most?

oh brandi for sure

15. lies the least?

cat :( it makes her tummy hurt

16. has the most scars?

probably tied scruggs and lizzie but scruggs has more small ones and lizzie has more big ones

17. has killed the most?

brandi <33333 he is An Assassin

18. needs the most therapy?

im not sure i can answer this question.

19. would be the best therapist?

scruggs :D

20. has the most siblings?

also scruggs. 5 bio sisters and 2 adopted sisters

21. is the best cook?

scruggs is the best at making fancy stuff and sarah is the best at good downhome cookin

22. would be the best to get a beer with?

once again either scruggs or sarah. ideally both of them

23. is the most likely to start a fight?

hawk :o)

24. would win a battle royale with all the others?

hard to say. brandi and lizzie would be the last two standing, thats for sure

25. is the most likely to charge right into battle?

scruggs <3 that's what he's there for

26. takes the most risks?

brandi,,, not for healthy reasons

27. is the most careful?

a lot of the characters are careful in very specific ways but just like. generally. probably cat <3 she's a very careful person

28. is the most competitive?

lizzie for sure

29. is the most girlboss?

help. brandi

30. is the biggest jock?

probably lizzie. scruggs is like i am just Built This Way

31. has the most theatre kid energy?

julian :o)

32. is the most likely to be a twitch streamer?

sarah <3 she exclusively plays farming sims and her fanbase is incredibly wholesome. she frequently goes on tangents about like. you are stronger and smarter than you think and you need to believe in yourself and you'll start seeing progress if you try but you need to let people in to help look after you too- MY CHICKEN IS LOOSE!!

33. is the most likely to be an instagram influencer?

kelsey is simply so so popular on gothic lolita instagram

34. would have the most fun playing a ttrpg?

okay so here's what i imagine. fake saloon vignette. stay with me. hawk is the dm. he is running a module that quickly goes off the rails. imagine his dm style is extremely anthony burch. sarah is having a great time but has literally no idea how this game works at all, is trying to make friends with every npc including the villains and also unionize every workplace ("they dont even have dental" ass). scruggs is playing a bard and his response to everything is "i play little song about it what happens" and is mostly there to egg sarah on. lizzie is so frustrated the entire time and keeps only trying to use her character abilities because she doesn't understand how roleplay works until the second they need to like. intimidate a guard or something and her character steps in and is like okay listen here-- and makes everyone at the table a little nauseous at the threats she's coming up with. cat is so so so so scared the whole time and keeps getting too shy to talk to npcs and just ends up attacking them but being soooo upset about it. and then after the game she's like hawk you did such a wonderful job that was so impressive. and hawk is like you people are all insane this is never happening again

35. is the funniest?

personally i think sarah i do just fully turn my brain off when i say things as her

36. is the most empathetic?

sarah!!!

37. takes the least shit?

probably sarah again and not even in a tough guy way but completely in a if youre mad at them Even A Little theyre gonna climb in your lap and be like ARE YOU MAD AT ME @n@ WHY ARE YOU MAD AT ME??? she simply doesnt let things escalate Ever you Will be talking about it Right Now Immediately. but like also if she hears people like. gossiping at market they have no issues being like HI WANT TO SAY THAT LOUDER <333 and scaring them off

38. is the best with kids?

a good chunk of the characters are good with kids actually!!! doesn't say anything about me. cat, sarah, scruggs, and brandi are all like ough babbies <33 and waylon was good with. kelsey specifically but also theyre a weird little freak so it worked

39. is the best with animals?

probably hawk! both in a caretaking way and also humane hunting way. he really misses his childhood dog

40. is the best at making Hard Decisions?

probably. lizzie.

41. is the best leader?

gonna throw a curveball and say annalise

42. is the worst leader?

cat. sorry bbygirl i love you she would make herself sick trying to tell someone what to do

43. would you most like to be friends with?

probably sarah <3 i think we would get along

44. is the most like you?

hawk :(

45. is the least like you?

simply a very hard question when you do put a little of yourself into every npc. of the ones we've met so far probably lizzie. she is simply so so hard for me to play

46. would you most like to trade places with?

horrible question. scruggs probably. has his own house and has an adoptive family and a boyfriend(?) and a job where he doesnt have to work too hard and is starting to make some nice friends. also magical transition would be pretty dope

47. would you least like to trade places with?

mmm. brandi <33

48. do you consider the most sterotypical/classic example of their class?

BAD QUESTION FOR ME SPECIFICALLY. i think baby cleric cat makes the most one to one sense?

49. is or was your favorite to roleplay?

HMMMMM. i think sarah. simply. no filter. they just Go. also latrowe though he doesn't have much screentime because he is just a very placid coyote who has no godly idea what to do with maeve and it's very very funny 2 me

50. is or was your favorite to play in combat?

well i've only played brandi in combat so far and my ass got so so kicked but i have learned my lesson and annalise wont be so easy. of the characters on the table i simply really want lizzie to wreck some shit. smites my beloved

#OKAY. FINISHED.#ITS MIDNIGHT THIRTY #GOOD MORNIN DARLIN HERE YOU GO #SMOOCH #lost township

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suuho · 2 years ago

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Omg Kaz if you are too busy it's absolutely not obligatory but I was wondering if you could make a list of videos for getting to know got7? Like the one you made for pentagon! I don't know anything about got7 but I would like to and you always seem to have so many cool recommendations! Again only if you have the time and want to!! Thank you :-)

hi!!! i am not too busy! i'm aghase for life so i am very happy to help you out here, got7 is seriously one of the best groups ever, and one of the top 2 groups to come out of jyp. it's crazy that they got it so right twice in a row. 2pm are, like, the godfathers of got7, and it is actually pretty endearing to see that some of them are very close! junho considers jinyoung of got7 his dongsaeng and they are very good friends (as seen on junho's most recent i live alone appearance). more under the cut!

anyways. so, got7 are, in age order: mark (rapper, visual, american member), jayb (leader, main vocal), jackson (main rapper, face of the group, chinese member), jinyoung (lead vocal, dancer, visual, center, face of the group), youngjae (main vocal), bambam (rapper, thai member), yugyeom (main dancer, vocal, maknae).

the entire rap line of got7 is the international line or called the atk (amerithaikong) line, which is insane if you think about it. entire rap line (rap!!!!) made of some dudes who aren't even performing in their first language. that takes guts and talents. every member in the group has either produced or written songs for got7, jaebeom is their primary producer, but so are jinyoung and youngjae. yugyeom, too. jinyoung has been known to choreograph for the group, and vigilantly monitors their performances. bambam is the most fashion forward member and it is all over his body of work, which is so exciting.

jackson is jackson, like, that is literally jackson wang and if you open youtube and type in his name you will find tons of videos because he is really the face of the group and a very well established solo artist, too. here is his latest big single blow which is truly a serve, the earworm inducing 100 ways, and my personal favorite LMLY. here is jackson answering the web's most searched questions and his little stint on the late late show with james corden.

anyways, moving on.

got7 song association, elle; this is a very easy and breezy intro to who got7 is and their very own, personal brand of clownery.

got7 takes a friendship test, glamour; this is one of my favorite videos of got7, and my comfort video too. it is funny and sweet and you learn a lot about the members and their chemistry.

7 things you don't know about got7, mtv news; another easy and fun one.

Interview with people tv; probably their most iconic interview for a lot of hysterical reasons. this is 24 minutes long but not a single minute is wasted.

got7 hard carry season 2 & 2.5; so, the entirety of this was on got7's vlive channel but vlive has been eaten by weverse (fuck hybe, man) so here is a youtube playlist of some bits and pieces. this was the show that made me fall irrevocably in love with got7. season 2.5 is on youtube in its entirety, and i'm pretty sure if you look for season 2 on the usual sites, they might have uploaded it there.

got7's TMI lab, M2; what it says on the tin. the first episode is not subbed, so just start with the second. lots of fun nonsense here. got7 truly are variety idol royalty.

performances:

nanana mv; their latest comeback and the first after leaving jyp.

crash & burn, be original; yugyeom and jackson choreographed this. one of the coolest performances they have ever done.

crash & burn, music bank; they performed live here and i always include this in my recs because of youngjae's stunning live adlibs (at 3:00). he is on par with minjun of 2pm as the best vocalist jyp has ever had. it's truly bonkers.

you are van live; this is my favorite got7 title track and this is one of the best and funniest and realest things they have ever done. live performers.

never ever cooking live; they sing and decorate a cake. what is not to adore.

1° tape; their live performance of spinning top's 1°. one of the best songs in their entire discography, written by yugyeom. everyone is so stunning here, especially youngjae.

if you do, mbc music festival; iconic performance of an absolutely perfect track. they slowed it down in the first half but the performance does not suffer whatsoever.

just right comeback stage; their big breakthrough hit. like 2pm, rookie got7 were known for their intense martial arts choreography.

lullaby pyjama version; live in living color, baby! this song has insanely fun choreography.

AAA awards medley; the greatest to ever do it. absolute beasts.

poison, be original; this is just a great song with such clever choreography (by jinyoung, yugyeom and jackson), once again. there is one performance where jinyoung forgot his handkerchief.

runaway, 6th fanmeeting; the only time they performed the greatest track in their entire discography live. written and produced by jinyoung.

breath (written and produced by youngjae), you are, fan favorite page, encore, not by the moon, thursday, you calling my name (including yugyeom’s very own gashina moment)

on top of it all, the members all have solo careers. jaebeom has released under his stage name jay b (including the breakdancing he was known for in got7) and his producer tag Def. yugyeom is at AOMG, which houses LeeHi and GRAY, and has released quite a bit solo stuff. his collab with gray, all your fault, is absolutely brilliant and required listening. bambam is at abyss now, the same label sunmi is at, and has shown the world that he is a true allrounder. he is now a fixed cast member of variety show master in the house.

youngjae is at sublime, the very same company handling all of jackson's korean releases, and i just want them to finally make jjap jjap project a real thing. here they both are on youngjae's radio show, best friend! youngjae starred in midnight sun (musical) last year, and he starred in so not worth it, netflix's first korean sitcom, and it is as delightful as it sounds. his solo music is very poppy and cool; here is sugar, his latest comeback. youngjae is such a special case because he only trained for a few months after he got into jyp, and then debuted straight off the bat as the main vocal. he won awards in high school for his singing and he made it a point to often perform fully live (occasionally blowing out his voice in the process, but hey, that's dedication.)

jinyoung is the most established actor in all of got7. he most recently starred in the second season of yumi's cells, and the tvn drama The Devil Judge (HUGE recommendation). he had a cameo in the first episode of reborn rich, and starred in he is psychometric and when my love blooms. he has just released his first solo album, but his first ever solo release dive is outstanding. perfect pop rock.

mark has released an entire solo album, including the singles last breath, my life, and lonely. those songs are so mind-bogglingly good, it is hard to comprehend that got7's most introverted member just came out of the gate swinging right away.

their best albums imo are: spinning top, call my name, 7 for 7, breath of love, and the entire flight log trilogy that has to be seen as a full body of work.

flight log is got7's own, lore heavy narrative (like bts' most beautiful moment), that starts with flight log: departure and corresponding title track fly, is continued by flight log: turbulence and iconic got7 banger hard carry, and ends with flight log: arrival and the incomparable never ever. jinyoung is the protagonist of the story, and it is all very, y'know. life and death. very tragic and beautiful.

ah, i think this is quite enough, sorry! i hope this can be of any help to you. thank you so much for that nice ask, i had a lot of fun compiling this. ♡

#ask #anon #got7 #kaz talks #i hope all the links are correct

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i-need-air · 4 years ago

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Hybrid!AU Wolf!Bakugou Katsuki HCs Part 2.

Summary: Part 2 is here! While in part 1 it was mostly adoption and how he'd behave with you as a roommate, part two is him ✨ realizing things ✨ followed by how he'd be in a romantic relationship.

Word Count: 2k words [ oops, I did it again ]

Notes: So I said it'll be out in a few days but three [3] people asked me for part 2 and I'm a sucker soooooooo!! I could've just written a long ass fic but whatever, I thought I'd make it shorter in headcanons... hah lol right. Enjoy!

Part 1 here!

× he's a wild wolf so he's very active; like you need to understand he needs to go outside if not he'd get impatient, more aggressive, snappy, so once you took him on an easy hiking trail near your house and he loved it so once or twice a month you both go together to different places [ he demands it ]

× it's hard to keep up with him bc he's literally genetically engineered to be better than any very fit human being but he slows down for you

× morning runs at 5 a.m. bc he's insane

× is also a grandpa

× watched all documentaries on any streaming platform you could provide to him, also loves reading

× as months pass and you start to have your routine in order, word comes to you that an acquaintance is looking for a security guard at his mechanical shop two streets away from your house

× you casually mentioned it to Bakugou because he was starting to act anxious whenever you'd leave the house, so you assumed he was extra bored

× seriously, the house was spotlessly cleaned, he cooked amazingly and was occupied with your old laptop and going around the city to explore, but you guessed he wanted more independence?

× little did you know you were right but so wrong lol

× so Bakugou stared at you intensely and asked "Where?"

× it was as easy as telling him the location, him nodding and you thought he'd consider it; you didn't put any pressure on him because he already did so much to help around anyway

× well guess what bitch, next day he comes up to you saying you gotta co-sign his contract [cuz fuck society] meaning he got the job

× he was perfect for it because tall, intimidating, muscular wolf guy? who'd even mess with him? do they have a death wish?

× well, even before this he started to be... soft

× but once you really did show him you support whatever he wants to do, you give him his freedom and liberty of choice, he just reaaally changes, man

× he gets touchy, like his hands stay one second longer on your skin, he uses any excuse to have them on you, even his eyes follow you everywhere

× like c'mon, it's obvious but you didn't wanna put too much thought into it because we're respectful here

× not like you had a big fat crush on him and slowly started to realize it too

× sike bitch he knows

× you think his super-hearing didn't catch the way your heartbeat spikes up every single time he touches you? *please*

× i think he knows before you know

× meanwhile he is working to discover his feelings too

× so your relationship slowly turns into a couple's like relationship but without anything official and of course no kissing or such [ sadly ]

× would get jealous easily

× basically because nothing is talked between you two and deep down is insecure

× why the hell do you smell like other people? was it just a hug or something else? hell, why would you even hug people when he's right there??? just ask and don't touch some extras????

× another thing he does is getting very close to you while you talk to somebody else; scoffs and glares at them too

× ok so!! gifts! he really appreciates any gift you give him but scolds you if you do because you genuinely don't need to do that

× of course he just scolds you and calls you an idiot so I do hope you already learned his language

× it basically means that you shouldn't have done it, he's really grateful but seriously you shouldn't have

× like that one time you saved up money to get him a good computer and he forgot how to speak for like an hour

× the softest thank you ever afterwards

× still sounded rough but he was shocked as fuck

× one thing that remained in your brain were his friends, as sometimes he'd mention them

× so you took it upon yourself to find them, of course with his permission

× gets genuinely overwhelmed and plays it off saying he wouldn't mind knowing where those idiots ended but you didn't miss the way his voice trembled

× for you to find them you needed names and any information he could provide so that's when he, after a long silence and a mesmerized look on his face, started really talking about his life

× which was fucked; won't get much into detail but he was indeed in a fighting ring, people came and bet on whoever was stronger, he even had to fight his friends, everything was filled with abuse and their conditions were subhuman...

× just overall awful

× you couldn't help but hug him tight, feeling him shake in your arms

× with a hesitant voice he asked if you really did think there was a chance to find them

× just couldn't believe how amazing he felt in your arms

× or how your determination that night made his heart clench and took a big weight off his shoulders

× anywho;;;; after his first paycheck he takes you out on cute dates

× never calls them that, just demands you dress up [helps you out cuz boy got style] and takes you to a nice coffee shop or something

× AND on your fifth not date cuz you're not official but there's this weird tension between you date he finally kinda s n a p s

× you honestly didn't expect the waiter to flirt with you, he came out as very pushy and even if you were a lil uncomfortable you smiled and brushed it off

× when the waiter suggested giving you his number the sandy blond hybrid growled

× which i shit you not made the whole coffee shop freeze

× and you froze too

× but neither of you could say anything because the oblivious fuck kept talking

× basically joking about how you should keep your pet in a leash, to which you got up, threw some money on the table, grabbed Bakugou by the hand and leave before he'd rip someone's head off

× it only took you to touch Bakugou's arm to calm him down as he followed behind you wordlessly

× so you stood outside, angry, deep red eyes on your figure

× and silence

× his hand still in yours

× it was warm and amazing and you felt angry but your heart was beating loudly; angry at the waiter that you wanted to go full Karen on and get fired but excited because that growl shook you to the core, as if you could tell it was territorial and it was because of that pig flirting with you and did Bakugou Katsuki just lace his fingers with you?!

× "Oi." he interrupted your thoughts

× he turned your frame towards him and pulled you [kinda harshly] into him

× you'd make a comment about it but brain empty, just Bakugou Katsuki blushing

× "You're mine, you get it?"

× skdjflglykshs

× it sounded like he asked but it was a demand so oops you're his now ok bye

× like I said, boy isn't dumb so he lowkey knew you felt something too

× legit from there on he's just soft as fuck

× has a hard time opening up but visibly tries for you

× still continues to be a pain in the ass, Bakugou Style, but with a loving teasing attitude behind it

× his eyes give him away all the time

× they shine whenever you're in his field of view so congrats because, and this is the best part:

× WOLVES MATE FOREVER 💕💓💞💗💝💟

× oh yeah, he's yours, no takebacks

× he isn't one to half-ass the relationship; you're his now and he'll do anything for you

× big time touch starved it hurts

× because he is shy

× so whenever you introduce him to hand holding and cuddles, he can't get enough

× not big on PDA [ and not recommended since human-hybrid relationships are kiiiinda frowned upon but it's getting better ]

× although at home it's another deal

× seriously cuddle him; he's big into the protector vibe so he's a big spoon almost exclusively unless it's to sleep on top of you

× speaking of! accept that even if your relationship isn't that intimate, he'd still hint about sleeping together in the same bed

× so you better catch on when he does because he'll just click his tongue and call you needy

× while dragging you to bed

× sleeps holding you, his nose in your hair or in the crook of your neck

× unless it's summer then stay on your side 💅

× you know those kisses that just scream "I can't get enough of you"? that's his whole kissing vibe in a sentence

× hell, even the gentlest kiss gives that vibe away and it'll 100% leave you breathless

× doesn't have experience but is a very fast learner

× pays very close attention to your body language

× really into biting your skin enough to leave marks

× wear his hoodies

× no, I'm fucking serious, wear them now

× his chest puffs and he turns into a blushing mess when you do it the first times because his scent is on you

× scenting is a big thing for him so of course he's gonna love it

× 10x more territorial because now he has a mate to protect

× jealous but trusts you

× still very jealous though

× let's all pretend he is definitely not scenting you before you go out because it's in his nature and it is embarrassing

× the first time he tells you he loves you it's when he's feeling vulnerable

× the search for his friends is still on-going, he feels less than adequate as a providing mate, is pissed at the world for treating him like an inferior animal when they created him, everything is piled on his shoulders and whenever than happens he closes off

× you notice immediately

× will not tell you at first

× it's only when you go to bed and he turns his back to you when you really know it's bad

× even if you fought before, he'd angrily snuggle you at night-time

× now it's so different

× hug him, whisper sweet nothings in his ear, pull a blanket all over you both and big spoon him, he'd start shaking and talking in no time

× will hide his tears from you but you'd know

× "You're the best fucking thing that happened to me, [Y/N]... I—... Shit... I love you so much."

× neither of you slept that night

× excuse you? drink some water and pray to jesus;;; you talked about feelings, ok? communication is key in a relationship, puh-lease

× [ i have this whole nsfw hcs post already cookin in my brain so maybe I'll make it happen cuz y'all know he has a mating season and all that comes with it 👀 ]

× back to being children of jesus here

× thanks the moon, the heavens and all the gods for putting you in his life; boy didn't believe in destiny but deep down he thinks you were meant to be

× you still better wash the dishes or you'll get your ass kicked.

Extra:

× you did find some of his friends, little by little, and even if he acted nonchalant, like k das cool, it was obvious he was extremely happy

× so they did get adopted too

× you got in contact with them on social media and they were all very excited about meeting

× so it was a chaotic meeting with a dog hybrid called Kirishima and a mouse like vibrat yellow guy called Kaminari

× they all were looking for Bakugou too since they were very worried about where he ended

× Kirishima shed manly tears when seeing Bakugou

× as they instantly welcomed you in their small group, they informed you both that the majority of the squad was adopted and they're in contact, while they're still actively looking for the others

× cue to the softest expression you've seen on Bakugou in public followed by "That's good"

× silence

× shock and silence

× Kaminari turning to you and whispering "You did this" with a hand on his heart, lips trembling as he wiped an imaginary tear

× insert instantly snappy Bakugou

× when everyone laughed and continued to make plans to meet up with the others, he just looked at you conversing with them, soft expression again on his features and his chest warming

× "Oh! Look, he's doing it again! Quick, take a pictur—"

× "SHINE!"

#bakugou katsuki x reader #noirewrites #hybrid!bakugou #hybrid!au #bakugou x reader #bakugou headcanons #bnha x reader

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hotwings0203 · 4 years ago

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Hello!!! Soooo I came up with a few headcanons for Muslim Bakugou, JajkjGhoA I can't wait to read your response! 😫🤲💖

Okay! So he is definitely the good husband who does house chores! He actually helps around the house, knows how to do all the chores, and all the other girls are so jealous of you lolll

He will make you the best food! He knows all your favourite dishes, and will spoil you with his cooking! Also he will make your favourite desserts as a form of apology for when he pisses you off or makes you upset

Will feed you when he's trying out new dishes, and when you're getting married during the mehndi, when you feed him laddu or gulab jamun, he will blush so hard but also holds your wrist to "guide" you, as everyone giggles and teases you two for being so flustered and blushy around each other

If you make his favorite dishes?? Like okay imagine you make his fav dish (after asking the bakusquad cuz he's hard to approach lol) and subtly give it to him or maybe get Kirishima to give it to him as you leave the mosque or arrive at some community party or something, homeboi will blush so hard and will not let anyone have even the tiniest bite of your cooking

As a thanks he will buy you churiyan! He will see you admiring them and will come up and awkwardly but gruffly ask you if you like that certain churiyan set (that is like a pretty red and gold) and when you say yes, he will proceed to buy it for you, and omg if the bakusquad see this, Denki and Sero will definitely tease him and be like you should put them on her! While you're like omg! Wait, the adults will see! And he just surprises everyone as he gently grabs your hand and puts them on you and just admires how soft your hands are, and how they fit in his hand, and thinks about how pretty they would look with a wedding ring on them, and you are just standing there blushing so hard, and when he sees you wearing those churiyan at other events he feels so proud and possessive and happy

Weak for your smile and laugh, and very protective of you, will blow someone's head off for making you upset or for disrespecting you. Your parents love him so much, will immediately say yes to the rishta! Also, his parents love you so much, you and Masaru are the calm to Bakugou and Mitsuki raging tempers lmfaoo

You're the only one who gets to see his soft side and soft while without being threatened with death loll lucky youuu~ Also! Everyone will tease him sooooo much for being soft for you, the girls and aunties always giggle when they see how soft he is with you when you guys are out in public and he won't deny it either loll

In public he's kinda reserved with pda, but likes it when you hold his hand or loosely hook your arm around his muscled arms. He will however, put an arm on your lower back to steer you away from an uncomfortable situation or will step in front of you to protect you

In private he will be cuddly, loves wrapping his arms around you, forhead kisses too! You will be a blushing, flustered mess as he leans down by your ear and teases you about it in his low gruff voice. Also just loves the feel of your soft body against his

Also! Omg say its eid or something, and you're getting your mehndi done, the bakusquad will push him to sit with you and help you since you're mehndi is still wet. He will gruffly compliment your mehndi design, will get you food and feed it to you, will softly but hesitantly brush your hair away from your face when he sees that its bugging you, and this will make your both blush, and omg he will have the softest look in this eyes at that moment, and his hand will linger by your pretty earnings, and will just gaze at your lips with a lustful gaze as you softly whisper thank you

When the mehndi dries, and Denki makes a comment about how dark and rich the color is and is like damn Bakugou you really have it bad for y/n huh? Both of you will be so flustered and while Bakugou chases Denki while yelling that hes gonna blow his head off, you just stand there will Mina and Ochako and giggle at his antics, and the girls will tease you about you have gotten Bakugou wrapped around your fingers and that you shouldn't be surprised when his parents approach your parents with a rishta

AunwQniwa anyways Muslim Bakugou will love you so much and cherish you and just RIP to your heart 😫😭💖

YO YES MY GAWD LETS ASSESS THIS MFKIN FOOD YOU JUST GAVE US

okay so 100% YES!! Y’all seen mitsuki? She ain’t havin none of that “I’m the only son so treat me like a king” bs. No no, our girlboss femdom Mistski Auntie has her two boys cookin and cleanin every weekend and massaging her feet, as she SHOULD!

These habits carry on to when he gets married also. His wife could be doing the dishes one day right after their wedding and he would walk by, peeking over her shoulder at her hand-to-sponge technique.

“You’re doing it wrong dumbass. Use the hard side to scrub the crumbs off and then the soft side to polish it.” He snatches the plate from your hands and starts vigorously rubbing it the way you couldn’t. You stare at him, flabbergasted that a mom in the desi community has actually succeeded in raising her son right.

“‘The fuck are you looking at?”

“Nothing,” you quickly say, stepping aside to let him work his magic. He merely grunts and picks up the next bowl.

In a moment of bravado, you lean over to kiss his cheeks. He stops scrubbing and just stares at the sponge in his hands, his face slowly going red as a beet.

When you two fight, you already know he’s gonna be yelling at the top of his lungs and stomping around the house, the explosions from his hands searing the furniture around you.

It’s enough to set you off and storm out of the house too. You need a fucking break, he can be so much to handle sometimes.

It’s around late evening that you come back in the garage from wherever you decide to cool off from. The house is silent and dark from the outside so you assume he fell asleep with the usual scowl on his face.

You sigh and drop your keys and purse on the counter, exhausted from the day’s drama. Form the corner of your eye you see a small candle on the kitchen table alight, and you walk over to put it out.

Except right in front of the candle, there’s a small plate of mithai(sweets) that has a note attached to it.

“Sorry for being an ass” is written in his chicken scratch writing. You smile and shake your head, taking a bite from the surprisingly well-made gulaab jamun.

It’s a good thing Katsuki hid Sato’s recipe in one of the cabinets before you came home.

And just like you said, the man is WHIPPED for your cooking. He’s always pulling you to the kitchen and lightly shoving you around the stove, gruffly telling you to add more spices that he knows you can recreate to a T.

Whenever the Bakusquad comes over to hang out, you try to cook the same way you know Katsuki likes (extra spicy), but for some reason on those exact days you can’t seem to find any of your special ingredients…

At other times maybe before your marriage, when he first began falling in love with you he would see you admiring a vendor’s churiyaan and earrings.

He would quietly walk up behind you maybe a foot or two away, observing how you fit the bangles on your wrist.

“I like the red ones on you,” he says lowly, making sure to dwindle down his usual aggressive tone.

You turn and gently smile at him. “Oh yeah? And why’s that?”

“Because red is what brides wear.”

Your heart beats fast as he takes your wrist, oh so delicate compared to his callous large hands.

“And the silver makes me think of the ring I’ll have on you in no time soon.”

Bakugo closes his eyes in front of you and inhales, letting you know that everything about you draws him closer.

When you guys walk around a college campus or even in town, he’s always looking left and right shiftily, convinced that every man within a mile of you is trying to steal you away. He’ll stand in front of you when a guy asks you where a certain building is, he’ll glare at his friends when they get too rowdy and rough with you, but he still gets nervous for PDA. He knows how fast word travels around in desi communities so he doesn’t want to do anything in public, but fuck when he gets home he’s pinning you on the bed and resting his entire weight on you.

At eid as stated above^^ he’ll see you in your lengha or kurti and get INSANELY nervous and flustered at your beauty. The way you sit poised and laughing with Mina and ochako while your mehndi is being done makes his palms sweat and his armpits prickly. He has to wipe them on his kameez almost three times before taking one last look at you and walking away.

Well, at least he tries to walk away. He’s promptly sought out and grabbed by his three cronies, who drag him by nail and tooth towards you. No amount of swearing and growling threats to ‘blow their ass up so bad people will piecing them back together for weeks” stops them from bringing him closer to you.

“Yeah yeah, you said that already,” Denki smirks and playfully zaps his ass so that he helps and lurches forwards towards you.

The commotion makes the girls look up and wave excitedly when they spot the rowdy men.

You bite your lip and give Bakugo a meek little grin, which makes steam curl from his ears.

“Heyyy ladiesss, got room for one more?” Sero drawls and throws an arm over the simmering grenade of a man.

“Hmm,” Mina mockingly contemplates for a minute before she slowly starts to get up, uraraka following pursuit. “Not at the moment, but maybe we could make some room…” she tackles Bakugo and Kirishima also kicks the back of his knees so that he folds cleanly into the chair next to you.

You look bewildered at everybody while they snicker at Bakugo’s vermillion face.

He glared at them and after an oblivious moment or two they get the hint and wink before backing off.

“So, uh, how long have you been getting your hand done for?”

You grin at his inexperience with these kinds of things, but still indulge him.

“About 25 minutes or so.”

“25 min-“ his eyes grow wide and the whole hall turns to him as he screams at your poor designer for making you ‘sit on her cute ass for such a goddamn long time. And why the hell doesn’t she have food yet??’

At least he thought you were cute

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Baking In The Night (Xu Minghao)

Holy heck I have 5 and a half of these left to write and then they are DONE but I also have 2 papers and a project to do this weekend so we shall see what happens there. Have a nice Friday everyone! 💛💚

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18: “It’s late. Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

23: “What’s cookin’ good lookin’?”

You sat at the counter, staring at the muffin in front of you. Somehow, you messed it up. It didn’t taste right. You couldn’t figure out what you did wrong. Something was wrong in it. It was simple too, just a chocolate muffin. Maybe you put too much flour in? Or maybe too much chocolate? Or not enough chocolate? You let out a huff, staring at it.

Your focus was broken when you felt two arms wrap around your shoulders, a chin resting on your head.

“What’s cookin’, good lookin’?” You heard, letting out another huff.

“Not me, apparently.” You said, hearing Minghao sigh.

“Okay, what’s wrong now?” He asked, looking at the muffin.

“It doesn’t taste right.” You said, glaring at the muffin now. Minghao leaned forward, breaking off a chunk of them muffin and eating it before you could even open your mouth to protest.

“Maybe you’ve eaten too many of these the last few days.” Minghao said after a few seconds, resting his head on yours again. “That’s delicious.”

“But it’s not good enough.” You said, tapping a finger on the counter.

“Y/N, I know you’re nervous, but you’re driving yourself crazy.” Minghao said, shaking your shoulders a little bit.

“But this has to be perfect.” You said, looking at him.

“You still have a week before the bakery opens.” Minghao said, giving you a soft smile.

“And there’s still so much to do! We still have to paint-”

“We’re doing that tomorrow and the day after, remember? All the paint is already at the store.”

“Well I still have to get all the signs made and set up for-”

“Mingyu said they would be done by Wednesday and he would bring them by first thing in the morning. He has one more to make and then they just have to dry.”

“Well I still need to hire employees to be able to-”

“Seokmin and Seungkwan are going to help out for the first few days and Chan and Joshua said they could come in on weekends.” Minghao said. “Plus you’ll have me there to help out when I’m not at work.”

“...But my stuff isn’t perfect yet.” You pouted, looking back at the muffin.

“Oh you poor thing.” Minghao said, squishing your cheeks in his hands. “You’re so sleep deprived you don’t even know how delicious your own treats are.” He smiled at you, you just continuing to pout. You pulled your face away after a minute, eyes landing on the clock, realizing it was indeed much later than you thought.

“Oh. It’s late.” You said, suddenly feeling back. You looked at Minghao, who was looking at you sleepily. “Shouldn’t you be asleep?” You asked, standing up to clean up your baking supplies.

“It’s hard to sleep knowing you’re out here like this.” Minghao sighed, walking around to help you clean up.

“You can go to bed, I’ll be there soon.”

“You’ll be there sooner if I help.” He said, giving you a tired smile.

“But-” You started, Minghao just looking at you.

“Y/N, I’m helping.” He said, already putting things away. You just pouted, but continued to put things away yourself. You had to admit it was nice to have the process go quickly. But you sat there for a second once it was all done, feeling the need to do something else.

“Okay, come on.” Minghao said, taking your hand and pulling you from the kitchen.

“Wait, but maybe I could try to perfect the-” You said, Minghao stopping and putting his hands on either side of your face and making you look at him.

“Y/N. You are a great baker. I’m not just saying that to make you like me.” He said, you rolling your eyes.

“Minghao, we’re dating. I already like you.” You said, Minghao nodding.

“Exactly, so you know I’m not trying to butter you up.” He said, sighing. “You are driving yourself insane. You need to get some sleep so you can think straight.”

“But… But…” You looked back at the kitchen, then back at Minghao. You were really tired. Almost all of your time the last few weeks had been working towards opening up this bakery. It had been your dream since you were a little kid, and you were so excited for it to finally become reality. But you had never felt so under-prepared in your life. You and Minghao had some money together, but not a lot. This was basically your one chance at this. The little voice in your head told you to go and try to fix the recipe one more time.

Then you looked back at Minghao, who was still looking at you softly. Maybe he was right. Maybe if you got some sleep for a couple hours would make you feel better and clear your head out.

“Maybe you’re right…” You mumbled, Minghao sighing with a smile.

“Thank you, let’s go.” He said, pulling you back to your room again. You smiled a little bit a little relieved you were listening to him rather than the voice in your head.

After getting ready for bed, you crawled into your bed, Minghao immediately pulling you towards him.

“Sleepy time.” He mumbled, you giggling a little bit. Minghao was usually the serious one in your relationship, but sometimes his cute side came through. “Look, if you really want, we can spend the whole day at the store tomorrow, but we’re not setting an alarm.”

“But I-”

“You need to get sleep, so your going to wake up when you normally do. Then we’ll eat something and head over. I can even try calling the guys to see if anyone can come help out for a bit.”

“...Okay…” You mumbled, feeling your eyes get droopy. “Okay… We can do that tomorrow… But then we have to…”

“Shh…” Minghao said, lightly rubbing your arm. “Go to sleep my love.” He said, making it the last thing you heard before you drifted off to sleep. Minghao smiled to himself, closing his own eyes. He happily drifted off to sleep knowing that you were finally resting.

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starkerforlife6969 · 6 years ago

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Howard Buys Tony an Omega Part 7

Can be read as standalone. Read the rest here: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

TW: mpreg, a/o and an insane amount of fluff, over-protective Tony

In a penthouse apartment on Fifth Avenue, dinner is ready.

Tony steps through the front door, only for the smell of well-seasoned lobster and deep saffron to make his eyes drift shut and his mouth salivate.

Well, it seems Peter’s started on dinner.

He shakes his head fondly as he shrugs out of his summer jacket and hangs it up on the hook. As usual, the house is spotless. Decorated in hues of silver and crystal and glass, it’s the definition of Upper East Side elegance. Even though it’s a sticky summer outside, the fireplace is roaring and the floor to ceiling windows overlooking Central Park are spilling in the late evening sunshine.

“Peter?” Tony calls, heading towards the kitchen. As hungry as he is, there’s one thing he wants more.

Sure enough, sprinkling two heaped dishes with parsley, is his omega.

He’s only two months in, so he’s not showing just yet, and the satin white summer dress is cinched loosely at the weight with a big chiffon bow, and Tony can’t help but rush over and scoop the his princess into the air for a twirl.

Peter screeches with delight, leaves of herbs still on his fingers as he clings to Tony’s shoulders. The alpha sets him down and Peter stretches up onto his tiptoes, greedy for a kiss.

Tony pecks his nose instead; teasing. “Whatcha cookin’, good lookin’?”

Peter giggles, still reaching up for a kiss. “Some lobster.” He frowns, eyebrows scrunching together. “I know we had seafood yesterday, but I…” he looks up suddenly, and Tony knows he’s saddened at the thought that maybe Tony doesn’t want seafood again, and Tony nips that in the bud.

“It smells divine. Besides, you’re just getting cravings. Is my little baby going to love seafood?” He settles his hand over Peter’s stomach and the omega takes advantage of his bowed head to steal a kiss.

Tony deepens it around a smile.

***

Two months later, Tony pauses in the grand foyer.

There’s a new bouquet almost bursting out of a vase.

It’s not one that Tony bought. He would know. He buys Peter blue roses and big, purple jasmines with gold buds.

This bouquet is full of dandelions and sunflowers and shoots of lavender.

He brushes some of the flowers apart, but there’s no card.

No one sent it. But that means-

Fear, horrible and panicky, rushes through him, as he heads straight for the kitchen.

Peter isn’t there. There’s no dinner either.

He’s not in the library or out in the balcony or fast asleep snuggled up in bed. With each guest room Tony throws open, the more bile he can taste in the back of his throat.

Then he sees the door to the solarium slightly ajar.

Relief sparks, and sure enough, he sees Peter curled up on a lounger, head buried in a storybook.

It’s The Little Mermaid 2- Return to the Sea. Tony can’t help the fondness that squeezes his heart. Peter loves fairytales, and now he loves anything that has to do with kids, or children, or parenting in stories.

He can hardly stand to read Rapunzel anymore. To read of the Alpha King and Omega Queen losing their baby.

Tony’s taken to hiding it in the library, because he can’t bear to see his omega upset.

Now though, he looks completely content. Drenched in sunshine, reading languidly amidist the vinery and crawling plants, the lush green of their little indoor garden, dressed in a loose-fitting satin robe, one hand curled around his belly and the other turning the pages of his book.

“Baby,” Tony mutters, coming inside. It’s a little too warm, but that’s probably why Peter’s here. He feels the cold too keenly with his pregnancy. “I was looking for you.”

Peter looks up in surprise, before turning to see the clock and gasping. “Alpha! I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

“It’s alright, it’s okay,” Tony soothes, sitting beside him, pulling his boy onto his lap and laying a hand on his stomach. “You’re doing good, yeah? I was so worried.” He puts his nose to Peter’s neck- just inhales, for a moment. The omega’s soft skin is warm to the touch, his cheeks red with sunlight. “Baby, you got somethin’ to tell me?”

He can feel the flutter of Peter’s eyelashes as the boy blinks up at him owlishly. “Um…”

He clearly doesn’t know. Tony sighs. “You left the apartment, sweetheart. You went and picked flowers in the park, I- I told you, you can’t be going out on your own, what if- what if you got hurt?”

“Silly,” Peter beams, kissing Tony’s jaw with unbearable tenderness. “I’m okay! There were lots of flowers, I put them in a basket. I also bought some blueberries, I thought I could make us a pie!”

Tony laughs, but his voice is still distraught. “Peter, you have to promise. C’mon, you want more flowers? I’ll have a fucking florists delivered here. You have everything you need, you shouldn’t be going outside without me.”

Peter looks sad. “Walking helps,” he confides quietly, touching Tony’s hand on his belly, “when it hurts…”

Tony kisses his forehead, hard. “We have a gym in the building, gorgeous,” he pleads, “nice and safe, with surveillance and security. All good and exclusive, no need to leave, huh? I can come back from the lab earlier. And- if you need fresh air, we have the private patio, is it not big enough? I’ll have them make it bigger. We can buy the penthouse on the floor below and if you need company, you know my mom’s just been dying to see yo-”

His voice cracks in its desperation, and his omega looks up in alarm, big eyes worried. “Alpha!”

“Peter,” he breathes, when those arms are flung around him. He holds him tight. “We’re just starting out, don’t you see? I’m- fuck, I’m 25 years old, and your my everything, and we’re gonna have a baby, and if something happened to you- I don’t- I don’t know what I’d do.”

Small thumbs stroke his cheeks, and he blinks away tears as Peter gazes him- eyes brimming with love. “I promise to stay here.” He says, like taking a vow, “and you promise to always, always wear your safety goggles.”

Tony snorts, nodding, and Peter nuzzles into his caress like he’s been starved of it.

After a while though, the omega pouts. “I need to make you dinner,” he sniffles, even as he pushes closer. “And pie. But I don’t wanna leave you.”

“Uh uh uh, honey-bee,” Tony murmurs, stroking his fingers through Peter’s curls, “you just told me that you feel pain. I told you to tell me the second you started feeling sore, but you’ve been keeping that from me. I’m getting us a chef and a maid. You’ll sit with your feet up all day.”

Peter protests with a huff and a whine. “But I wanna make your food! A chef won’t- they won’t make sure you get all the- the right stuff, I- I was top of my class in Nutrition, I- I’ll keep you big and strong and-”

Tony laughs, bright and warm, and tickles Peter’s side until the boy is almost crying with glee. “No room for argument, sweetheart. For tonight, let’s get some take out. I’m thinking Pancake House?”

Peter almost leaps with enthusiasm, before looking more shy. “That’s- if you like.”

Tony rolls his eyes fondly. “We’ll buy out the whole store.”

***

When Peter is eight months pregnant, he cries into the toilet bowl in the middle of the night- trying to keep quiet so as not to disturb his Alpha.

It makes Tony so damn angry. “Please, baby,” he croons, wiping Peter’s face with a cold cloth, “could you just be a little selfish? For me? Just wake me up, okay? I’ll be here for you, I’m here.”

Peter wipes his tears into Tony’s chest, rubbing at his back like it hurts.

Tony immediately starts doing it for him, until the omega sags in relief.

“You need your rest,” Peter protests, and Tony nips at his ear.

“Be selfish.” He orders.

There’s a long moment, before Peter says, whisper-quiet, “maybe some bagels? With...salmon, if-if we have any.”

Tony takes his orders as seriously as a soldier in war. He leaves his boy with a kiss and then checks the kitchen.

No bagels.

No matter, he’s Tony Stark. He calls down to the doorman to expect a delivery, and then calls some other people. Drops his name. His father’s name. Promises them quite a lot of money for prompt delivery at 1am in the morning.

It takes ten minutes for ten bagels, covered in cream cheese and salmon, to come to the front door.

“Thanks, Paco,” Tony says to the doorman, as they quietly exchange goods.

“Not a problem, Mr Stark,” Paco promises, “I hope your bellisima omega feels better. The baby is due soon?”

“About a month,” Tony grins, chest puffing with pride. He carries his haul back to the bedroom, where Peter is now curled up on the bed, nuzzling into Tony’s pillow. “Look what I found in the kitchen,” he beams, presenting Peter with a bagel.

The pretty thing eats it right out of his hand, moaning happily. Tony sits down, tucking Peter into his side, feeding him bagels.

He feels so content there. He has his family in his arms.

He wants for nothing.

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Soliloquy Chapter Six: Machinations

Soliloquy Chapter Five: Adrift

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Otherwise, you can read the new chapter below. Enjoy!

This one was a wild ride to write! And even worse to edit and prof read.

Chapter Six: Machinations

Note: Hey everyone! Thank you all for your understanding about the last chapter being a little shorter and more than a few hours late. Life happened, unfortunately. But thanks for sticking with me anyway! A special thanks to Skylarmorgan1899, Mallovarwen, BeanswithBones, HunterJamie, and RubixaSeraph for your kind words of encouragement. I had a great time responding to your comments, and seeing what you guys thought about the story so far was fascinating and helpful! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and thanks for taking the time to reach out! Now, let’s get back to this long ass chapter!

The ferry made port, it’s foghorn shattering the peaceful serenity of the coastline like a stone through stained glass. The medium-sized vessel eased into it’s designated space between two of the end docks, carefully threading the space. After the ship came to a complete stop, it anchored, finally allowing it’s sizeable ramp to lower and make contact with the road. Before they had left the mainland, one of the deckhands had taken the liberty of informing them that they would only be in Fortuna for about a half-hour before they would be returning home, so leaving as soon as possible was paramount.

With everyone now on board the van, Nico pulled up to the top edge of the ramp. Nero, who was seated in the front seat next to her, took notice and sighed loudly. Nico and everyone else on board clearly noticed, but no one said anything about it.

“Ok, now look. Let’s not do this shit again,” Nero started as Nico reached down to switch the throttle from idle to drive,” Don’t go launching off the-”

Nero’s sensible warning fell on death ears. Just for the hell of it or perhaps form pure spite, Nico floored the gas and the van went flying off of the boat, making virtually no perceivable contact with the offramp. As soon as they landed, the mechanic made a far too tight hard left and sailed up the road, homebound. Nero groaned and rubbed the top of his head as he settled back into his seat. He had just bashed his head against the roof of the van during the landing.

“Seriously, where the fuck did you get a license from?! Are you trying to kill us?!” Nero said through gritted teeth. It was a wonder that the vehicle hadn’t been totally destroyed yet. He’s heard from V during the Redgrave City Disaster that Nico had somehow tunneled through the ground to meet the mysterious devil summoner. Twice. How did a basically square van that was towards the end of its lifecycle even do something like that in the first place? Before Nico had come along and helped him fix it, the old van had barely been able to drive correctly, but act like a boring drill? Just what the fuck? Did V put a spell on it or something?

Nico reached into her front pocket and pulled out a cigarette, placing it in her mouth. “Aw, stop your bellyachin’ and shut up,” Nico said, clearly expecting him to react that way. He always did, after all. This was nothing new. “I don’t know about you, but I wanna get home before dinner starts! Kyrie’s cookin’ is amazin’ and you know it. Now unclench your britches and gimme a light, would ya?”

Nero grumbled and fumbled for the lighter that had been sitting in the cupholder between them before reaching over and lighting her cigarette. Dante burst into laughter from the back seat, leaning over his knees as he sat on the couch across from Vergil. It was always great to see someone give his nephew the same kind of hell that he gave him every day. Nico was a living form of neverending karmic punishment for Nero. Vergil simply watched the situation unfold and shook his head, fully realizing that every single person that Dante and Nero knew was probably insane. Well, except for the gentleman in the suit. He had been relatively fine, although his decision making could be called into question for spending time at the Devil May Cry office with Dante and his cohorts.

The vehicle continued down the road, dodging and weaving its way through parked cars and sudden curves as it headed towards the interior of the dimly lit city. Dante and Nico continued to poke fun at Nero as they went, sufficiently riling him up. Vergil, on the other hand, took the time to think about what they were here for. On their way to the docks back on the mainland, Dante had asked both of them what was going on and Vergil had given him a very succinct answer. He knew that it was best to not go into things at the time. Although they could have still come here without him, the eldest Son of Sparda preferred it this way and wasn’t in the mood for further obstruction of his plans. To be fair, he never had been, but in times like this, keeping things as manageable as possible was key. He didn’t have to worry about his youngest son. Despite the fact that he was their father, he had gleaned from their various interactions that V and Nero had a much stronger relationship than he had with either of them, despite the relatively small amount of time that they had spent with one another. Nero had too much to lose in this investment to just give up and call it quits. Or to cause any issues, for that matter.

Either the ride had gone exceedingly quick due to Nico’s atrocious driving, or Nero’s home had been closer to the shoreline that Vergil would’ve guessed because It took less than ten minutes for them to arrive. The worn-out old vehicle pulled into the side driveway of what seemed to be an old stone and Plaster of Paris building, unremarkable in its appearance compared to the rest of the block. It blended into the busy street, having more than likely been built at the same time as most of the other buildings. The same trademark white and grey store surrounded the first floor, with the exception of the concrete trim that separated the first two feet or so of the home from the pavement below. The upper floors, which there were two of, not counting the possibility of an attic, were covered by a simple, worn coating of medium grey Plaster of Paris. Several white framed windows covered the length of each floor, shielded by curtains inside the home. The side driveway ended in a wooden gate that separated a small yard from an alley. A few children’s toys could be seen littering the short grass. A tiny driveway only a half a dozen feet long next to the side yard led into the metal garage door.

They stopped mid-turn, leaving Nero just enough space to get out and open the folding metal garage door. After he let it up, he stepped to the side and allowed them to pull all the way in. The doors to the van opened and everyone exited through them as the door was being let back down. On the far side of the room, the inside door cautiously opened and bright light flooded the otherwise dark concrete space. A young woman with medium length auburn hair in a long grey and white dress stood in the doorway, seemingly checking to see what had made the noise. Upon seeing them, she sighed in what could only be relief and waved quietly from across the room. “Oh, your home!”

Nero stood from letting the door down and turned to face her. The pair approached one another meeting halfway in the middle of the garage and Kyrie hugged Nero around the waist, clearly happy to see him. “Sorry if I scared you, Kyrie. I should’ve said something. Everything been okay since we’ve been gone?”

She nodded happily and turned to face the rest of their guests. Nico raced up to the young woman, happy to see her bright smile again. “Hey Kyrie,” she practically yelled in glee,” We woulda got back sooner, but we got held up. Hope we didn’t miss dinner!”

Kyrie giggled at the statement and pointed back in the direction of the open door. Three small heads rapidly recoiled back into hiding from the doorway at the sight of the attention being thrown their way. “Of course not! In fact, the children and I were just about to sit down and eat. Feel free to join them. Everything’s hot. I made a lasagna.”

Nico pumped her fist, exclaiming in excitement before taking off running into the house to join the boys. She was now home and had no intention of doing anything besides enjoying a nice hot mean and relaxing. The young couple watched her go, trying not to laugh at her neverending enthusiasm for Kyrie’s delectable cooking. Kyrie then turned back to look towards the van and gasped, holding her hand up to her mouth to try and stifle her breath. She couldn’t believe the sight before her. Dante, she recognized but…

“Dante! It is so good to have you back! We were all worried sick about you,” Kyrie exclaimed joyfully, clearly eager to see the devil slayer in red. As he waived, she spared a curious glance at their last guest, slightly thrown off by the new but familiar face in her home. Nonetheless, she stepped forward, her warm smile inviting and kind. “Hello there, stranger! I don’t think I’ve met you before. Either way, It’s wonderful to meet you.”

To say that Vergi was taken aback by Kyrie’s kindly demeanor and warm persona was an understatement. So this was the young woman who Nero shared a home with? She was lovely. Despite the awkward silence that settled over the two of them, Kyrie continued to smile, paying his silence no mind. After what felt like an eternity to Dante and Nero who were watching from a few feet away, Vergil performed a gesture somewhere between a nod and a bow before quickly returning to his regular upright position. “... Likewise. Nero has mentioned you in passing. I am his father, Vergil.”

To say that Dante and Nero were both very uncomfortable with how friendly Vergil was being would have been a gross understatement.

As if it were somehow possible, Kyrie’s smile brightened. She giggled shyly and gestured with open arms to both of the twins, herding them and Nero in the direction of the house. “I’ve been hoping to meet you! Nero hasn’t stopped talking about you and what happened since you left…” She trailed off as she noticed how pale and destressed Nero looked,” But we can talk about that another time. Dinner is ready and I made extra!”

Nero shook his head and smirked to himself as they crossed into the threshold of the house. Kyrie always made extra. That was just who she was. Like her parents before her, she had always been welcome to strangers from outside of her home, especially when it was someone new to town. It was so rare for an outsider to come and visit Fortuna.

The moment that they stepped into the entryway, Nero was accosted by the presence of three messy haired children who looked like they could all be siblings. The eldest child didn’t look older than six or so and the youngest was maybe two. The middle child seemed to be about four or five, and they all sprouted the same light to medium brown curls with light brown, vibrant eyes. The children were climbing all over Nero in what seemed to be an attempt to topple him and send him crashing to the ground. Dante laughed as Nero pretended to falter under their combined attack before the children pinned him to the floor and showered him with their seemingly endless adorations. It was clear to anyone present that they had missed their adopted father and that sturred something in Vergil that he had never felt before. He hadn’t really considered it too much until now, but this was one experience that he would never have with either of his children, and he couldn’t put to words why that cut him so deeply. He recalled doing the same with his brother whenever their father returned home from taking care of some important task, but he had never considered how little things like being greeted at the door by wide-eyed children could be to be so important until now. He didn’t so much envy Nero as he did feel uncomfortable, even guilty, with the realization that he had inadvertently deprived them all of such a moment.

As if she had read Vergil’s thoughts and wished to spare him from them, Kyrie called them all from the dining room. “I’d hurry if I were you! I think Nico is planning to eat everything herself!”

The children leaped to their feet, exclaiming in horror as they raced into the kitchen, heading towards the dining room. They had no plans of missing out on food again because of their insatiable house guest. Dante headed after them, although not running. One way or another, he was going to get some of that lasagna. As Nero climbed back to his feet, Vergil looked in the direction of the kitchen, lost in thought. The room they stood in connected the front and back doors with doorways on the left and right leading to either end of the home. The walls were adorned with drawings crafted by small children and a clothing hamper willed with unfinished laundry that had probably been put down in a hurry sat on a bench against the wall near an umbrella holder. Several pares of shoes in different sizes were stuffed under it. The house was clearly very well lived in and it carried a comfortable warmth with it. Although significantly smaller than his own childhood home, Vergil would have been lying to himself if he didn’t admit that it reminded him of that long since past chapter of his life.

Nero headed into the kitchen behind Dante, stopping for a second to look back at Vergil. The eldest Son of Sparda had been totally silent now for several minutes. That wasn’t exactly abnormal for him, but Nero still felt the need to make sure he still had a pulse. “You coming or what? Because I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.” He inquired playfully. Clearly being home had allowed him to let his guard down a bit.

Vergil stared at him blankly, unsure if he was being sarcastic or genuinely inviting him to dinner. “You can’t actually still be hungry. You just consumed an entire platter of croissants an hour ago.”

Nero scoffed. “I can too still be hungry and I am. Now get in here so we can all eat. Kyrie isn’t going to start without us, and the kids need to be put to bed. It’s getting pretty late and knowing her she probably has important volunteer work to do in the morning.”

Vergil continued to state at him, this time in vaguely concealed disbelief. Nero was actually serious. Vergil folded his arms and furrowed his brow, unable to comprehend what he was being told. “So let me get this straight. I cut off your arm meer months ago in that very garage,” Vergil tilted his head in the direction of the door behind him,” And now your lovely girlfriend is inviting me in and you’re standing here just feet from where you nearly perished and insisting that I eat dinner with you and your children? Am I correct?”

Nero flinched inwardly a the unpleasant reminder and Vergil’s blunt statement, but nodded in earnest anyway. “I invited you to dinner last time you were here. It’s not my fault that you decided to be a total bastard and tear my goddamn arm off instead of sitting down and having a meal with us.”

Vergil would never admit it if asked, but he was taken aback by his son’s sincerity. There was no way that he had been forgiven for his actions. After all, a severed limb was no easy thing to recover from. Fresh out of excuses and questions, Vergil gave up and opted to follow Nero into the dining room. He hadn’t eaten dinner with anyone in his family in well over two decades and yet, he didn’t dread this as his logical mind told him that he should. Maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as he figured it would be…

-~-

The dinner had gone over surprisingly well, despite the fact that Nico and Nero’s middle child Kyle hadn’t shut up the entire meal. It had been a good time filled with laughs, playful jokes, and adorable children making equally adorable funny faces. Vergil wasn’t one to laugh, be he had been amused at the very least. The children were… charming. And that was to say nothing about the lasagna that Kyrie had made. It had been unnaturally delicious. The eldest Son of Sparda found himself questioning if the young auburn-haired woman possessed some magical powers of her own. Assuming that her skills had simply been overstated had been a mistake on his part, and no one at the table that night was ever going to get over the fact that Vergil had actually requested an additional serving.

Once the meal had been finished, Nero had forced Dante to help him do the dishes while Kyrie herded the children off to their bedroom. Vergil had overheard Nico say something about them voluntarily sharing a room after the attack had happened because they felt safer that way. The oldest child, Julio had sworn to protect his younger sibling, despite not being older than seven and having no experience with weapons. Vergil’s attack on the house and the near loss of their beloved adopted father had apparently been quite traumatic for them. Wonderful, now Vergil could add “emotionally scaring helpless wide-eyed orphans” to his long list of sins. As a result of his actions, there was an extra room on the main floor that they planned to use as a guest room, but right now, it was full of boxes stacked on top of a spare bed. It was unfortunately useless at the moment, which was a shame considering the fact that they would be staying the night here. The ferry ran every two hours or so, starting at around 9 am when visibility was better. Fish was a popular export here, but fog could be an issue at times.

After Nico and Kyrie had headed off to bed, Nero joined Dante and Vergil in the living room. The two had retired here while the children were being put to bed so as to not disturb them. Nero flopped down across from them and opened a drawer on the coffee table between them, producing an elusive yet oh so familiar brown and gold leather book. Vergil sighed quietly. Now that was truly a sight for sore eyes.

“Kyrie said she put the book in here today when she was cleaning up. She wanted to make sure the kids didn’t get it. They can be pretty rough, and anything they see that’s made of paper, they draw on.” Nero said casually. He was clearly tired and in need of a good night’s rest.

Vergil reached out and took the book from Nero, taking a moment to look at it. Of all the things to survive this long, he would have never guessed that this memento from a kind neighbor would survive this long. For a moment, Vergil wondered if that man was still alive. He silently hoped that he hadn’t been living in the Redgrave city during the attack. Maybe one day he would find out. He turned the book over in his hands and opened the front cover. To his surprise, what he was looking for was still there. Funny, he’d expected it to have worn off by now.

“... I wrote my name in this book when I received it,” Vergil said simply, reminiscing about the day that the kind man living next door to them had given him such a wonderful gift,” Dante had a nasty habit of making things I owned disappear when we were children, especially if my name was not on them. The fireplace was never short on kindling.”

Dante shrugged uncomfortably as Nero gave him a disapproving look. He was worse than his kids! “Yea, um... Probably shouldn’t have done that. My bad, Vergil.”

Vergil didn’t answer verbally, but he gave a small nod. He would consider his younger twins half-ass apology at a later time.

Nero yawned as he stood up and stretched. He was at his limit for today. “Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m going to bed. The guest room is out of commission, for now, so your gonna have to stay in here. Nothing I can do about it tonight.”

With that, Nero headed out of the room and left them to their own devices. Unless the house caught fire, he didn’t want to hear anything but the sound of his own snoring.

-~-

It was early in the morning when they finally left the house and headed towards the docks. The sky was a beautiful mixture of several shades of orange, pink, and purple, the vibrant colors reflecting in mesmerizing swirls off of the placid waters of the large bay area that separated Fortuna from the mainland. Despite the thin layer of mist that covered the portside as they docked, the return trip almost seemed to go faster than it had the night before. Or maybe it was just anticipation. Who knew?

They arrived just after twelve. The boat pulled into the dock and anchored the same way it had the previous night, only allowing the ramp to be let down after everything had come to a complete stop. And just as she had the night before, Nico rocked off of the boat at a speed that could probably shatter the sound barrier. Nero didn’t know how it was possible, but she continued to shock him at just how dreadful she was at driving. How in the hell had she not killed them all in a wreck yet?!

As soon as they left the docks, they headed towards Magnolia’s house. She lived much closer to the docks than Dante did, which was fortunate considering that time was of the essence. The alchemist had predicted that they had seventy-two hours to get this done, but the eldest Son of Sparda knew better than most that nothing was concrete when you were dealing with the underworld, especially time. That was a very generous estimate, given the circumstances.

Dante was in his usual spot on the couch, reading one of the magazines that he had probably read a thousand times before. But it was better than talking about the matter at hand. After all, he didn’t really understand how this was supposed to work, and it would probably be easier to just ask the woman who would be casting the spells when they finally met. He wasn’t sure how he felt about this entire situation, to be honest. Up until now, he had always figured that death was pretty much final. But if Vergil could come back from the great beyond, then perhaps this could work after all. What had happened to V was awful, he wouldn’t argue that… but he would hold his opinion on this situation until after he saw the results. But a the same time, he couldn’t help but ask himself if there was a reason that more people didn’t do something like this? The death of a loved one was always agony. And it always would be. If there was a way to reverse that, then why wasn’t it more commonly used?

As he pondered this, the van came to a sudden and hard stop. They had arrived. Nero leaned out the window and looked over toward the front door, squinting to make out something. “Looks like there’s some kind of note on the door… I can’t make out what it says from here though.”

Nico shrugged, unsure of what type of response he was hoping to elicit from that statement. “Well, take your ass over there and go and get it, then! We don’t got all day!”

Nero gave her a “duh” look and popped open the door, hopping down onto the pavement. He then jogged up the steps to the front door, glancing back at the van as he went. He couldn’t quite place why, but he had a bad feeling about this. Upon reaching the front door, he found a note stuck under the knocker. It was scrawled in an elegant script, seemingly written with some sort of ink. He pulled it off the door and hurried back to the van, unsure of what to make of it. As he climbed back into the waiting vehicle, he was met with an uncomfortably tense atmosphere. In an instant, everyone seemed to be expecting the worse.

“What does it say?” Vergil inquired. He didn’t sound worried so much as he did morbidly curious.

Nero turned the piece of cardstock paper over in his hand, his forehead scrunching as he took in the information. “2460 Zephyr Court?” Is that a street around here or something?”

Dante nodded. “Yea, It’s an off-street to the one that Bobby’s Cellar is on. Haven’t been down that way in a long time. It’s the cross street at the other end of that block.”

Vergil could practically taste the disgust he felt at the mention of that godforsaken bar. If it was possible to develop indigestion from hearing a word, he would have just done it. Nico took the note in her hand and looked it over before shrugging and putting the car into reverse and heading off again. She’d had passed by that bar a while back with Nero when they were heading out of town to go take care of a mission. It was on the outer edge of town on a wooded block that headed up into the mountains. What could this Magnolia woman want them to come there for? Was this some sort of trick?

As they hurried down the road, Dante couldn’t help but note the bitter irony of their situation. Never in his entire life did he think that he’d be heading past Bobby’s Cellar with Vergil and Nell Goldstine’s granddaughter. If you’d told him that a decade or so ago, he would’ve probably written it off as an awful joke. And yet here they were, doing just that. And to try and save a member of his own family at that. Absolutely unbelievable.

After several agonizing minutes of silent trepidation, the van turned onto Zephyr Street. They scanned the outside of every building looking for the correct address, noting that the area was mostly deserted. What buildings there were seemed to be boarded up, no one having stepped foot inside of them for a very long time. As they navigated their way through the seemingly forsaken city block, Nico pointed down one of the side drives towards what seemed to be an old warehouse or factory building. “I think that might be it over there! Let’s go check it out!”

With that, she made a sharp left and turned onto a little dead-end street. As she veered right and pulled into the broken old wire fence, they all got a better look at the building. It was a two-story brick warehouse with led glass windows. In the space where a single huge sliding barn door used to be was an opening into the building. From inside they caught a glimpse of a passing light. Tall pine trees lined the entire lot, making it a very secluded and out of the way area. As such, it was very dark here. She pulled into the worn-out gravel parking lot and stopped the car, jarring everyone inside. Nico then cut the engine and handed Nero back the note they had found on Magnolia’s front door before turning her attention to her passengers. “Alright, this is the place on that note Nero found. Address matches up and stuff. I’m stayin’ out here in case we need to leave in a hurry or somethin’. Holler if you need me.”

Everyone nodded in agreement and stood up. There wasn’t any time to lose. Nero hopped out of the front of the car while Dante and Vergil took the side door. As they exited, Dante exhaled, the reality of what they were here to do sinking in deeper.

“... Vergil, do you really think this is really gonna work?” He asked quietly. Nero had gone ahead of them to investigate the building.

Vergil stopped just ahead of his brother but didn’t turn in to face him. He glanced up, noticing that the overcast seemed to be darkening, much like his fatalistic mood at the moment. The wind was picking up as well. A thunderstorm seemed to be rolling in. He then let out a long sigh and looked down slightly, seemingly taking his brother’s words to heart. “...It has to…” He said so quietly that Dante nearly didn’t pick it up from behind him. The Youngest Son of Sparda felt the words more than he heard them. There was a note of finality and desperation when his brother spoke that he was unfamiliar with. Dante wanted to say something, but decided against it and made the decision to just follow his twin brother into the building instead. Considering how high the stakes were right now, this just wasn’t the right time for that conversation.

They entered the building and nearly walked into Nero. The younger man was standing in the middle of the space, looking around in seemingly every direction at once. The woman they had come here to meet was nowhere in sight. Nero held up the note she had left on her door and, to his surprise, the piece of cardstock suddenly caught fire and turned into a smoldering pile of ash on the floor. Nero released the remnants and let them fall to the ground, surprised but unwilling to dwell on it. He looked down the corridor into the next doorway. It led into a black room that he couldn’t see into very well.

“Hey Magnolia! You there?!” He shouted, startling all of the nearby pigeons into taking flight,” We got what you asked for! Were back!”

An uncomfortable silence settled over them. The three descendants of Sparda looked at one another before silently deciding to approach the darker back section of the building. Perhaps she hadn’t heard them? Just as they reached the doorway, a figure in a dark teal knee high dress appeared from seemingly nowhere and met them in the doorway. She seemed slightly out of breath. She bent over and put her hands on her knees, panting for a moment before standing up and exhaling, regaining her lost composure.

“Oh, please forgive me,” Magnolia said as she took several deep breaths,” I was in the middle of reading an incantation, so I couldn’t respond. Sorry for the note. It didn’t cross my mind to request your phone number before you left. But you lot are all here now, and that’s lovely because we’re a bit short on time.”

Magnolia gestured for them to follow her and they all headed into the room, now realizing that the impenetrable darkness was due to a tinted plastic screen that covered the doorway and a litany of boarded-up windows. Strange glowing symbols were written on different surfaces around the room, making up a semi triangular shape. They seemed to be scrawled in chalk or something similar. Dante raised an eyebrow at the setup. “So, where’s the blood and bones and the candles and stuff?”

Magnolia put her hand on her hip and gave him a sassy but humorous look. “You lot really are twins, aren’t you? It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” She said smiling as she turned and headed towards the center of the room,” Sorry to disappoint love, but this isn’t that kind of spell, although there is a bit of bone ash in the chalk. It’s just old chicken bones though. That said, I do need that book Nero mentioned before. I came here and set up everything while you were gone. It took me all night, so I apologize if I’m a bit out of sorts. I haven’t had a wink of sleep.”

Vergil stepped forward and handed her the aged book, careful not to drag his feet over one of the nearby symbols. She took it and nodded graciously, positioning it towards the middle of the work area. She then stepped back and grabbed something off of a nearby cardboard box. It was the hourglass from before. And the top was nearly empty.

Nero blanched. “It took a lot less time than you said it would…”

Magnolia nodded, a grim look on her face. “Yes, it accelerated considerably after you left. That’s why I started preparing this the moment you were gone. I wanted to make sure we had enough time,” She gestured towards the ground,” Vergil, I’m going to need you to make a perimeter around the outside of the symbols with your blood. Hurry, we don’t have much time!”

Vergil looked at his longtime companion as if she had lost her mind for a moment before obliging her. He didn’t have time to ask why she needed him to do this, and he had a feeling he knew why anyway. During his youth, he had studied up on this sort of thing. Although the way this spell worked was far from ideal, a direct blood bond was integral to the functionality of the spell and they had no other option. As he had done last time, the eldest Son of Sparda used Yamato to slice open his palm and apply the line around the markings. He then sheathed the blade and stepped back out of the way.

The alchemist examined his handiwork and nodded, griping the hourglass tightly. “Well then… this is it,” She said solemnly,” If this does not work as intended, know that I did everything that I could. Spells like this are complicated, and they always come at a cost. Sorry to make you come all the way out here on such short notice. I just wanted to make sure that this didn’t happen at my house, especially with all the attention demonic activity has garnered as of late. Stand back. This could be dangerous.”

With that said, everyone stepped back and watched as Magnolia began to read an incantation out loud. She spoke clearly, though no one there aside from maybe Vergil could make out any of the language used. The ground trembled as dust suddenly began to rise off of the ground and into the air. Dust swirled around the symbols on the ground, forming a circular column that rose several dozen feet into the air towards the small hole in the triple-height ceiling. The ground cracked deeply along the outline of the line that Vergil had drawn in his own blood and the air became statically charged and cold. The walls developed hairline cracks and the boarded-up windows trembled in their frames. A low, rhythmic thump could be heard throughout the room, although that could simply be their collective heartbeats hammering in their chests as the chant intensified.

On the very last word of the spell, Magnolia took the hourglass and threw it forward towards the center of the swirling black miasma as the once small opening in the roof sheered open to make way for a white-hot bolt of lightning. It crashed down with a deafening boom and made impact with the hourglass, shattering it into a red mist and blasting everyone back against the walls, knocking the wind out of them. The black smoke streaked red and then glowed bright purple, humming vibrantly before releasing one last devastatingly powerful shockwave that succeeded in shattering the remaining glass out of every single window in the building. The swirling mass then emitted a loud, otherworldly howl before the cracks along the ground swallowed it up and snatched it into the underworld, closing with a loud boom. And then everything went completely silent.

So much for being inconspicuous…

Everyone gagged and moaned as they collected themselves and tried to force themselves to stand up. Nero was the first to succeed, perhaps due to being the youngest and therefore the most flexible. He leaped to his feet and cautiously inched his way towards the center of the room, waiving residual dust away from his burning eyes as he approached. A wall of fine dust particles floated around the area where the column of blood, chalk, ash, and dust had once been, blocking all sight. As Nero stepped through into the open space he stopped dead in his tracks. To his utter amazement and disbelief, laying prone face to the side on the concrete ground was V.

And he was missing all of his clothing. Wonderful.

Nero couldn’t believe that this batshit crazy plan had actually worked! As he heard the others stir around him from different ends of the room, he made the split-second decision to shrug out of his coat and use it to cover him with it in the absence of another alternative. He couldn’t place why, but he felt it was necessary aside from the obvious reason that he didn’t really want to see him this way. As he wrapped him in the worn, warm garment, he noticed something that troubled him. He didn’t seem to be breathing. At all.

Nero reached up and brushed V’s hair out of his face, truly noticing for perhaps the first time ever that V had white hair. How in the absolute fuck had he missed that?! Had he been so carried away fighting that he simply didn’t pay it any mind? And for that matter, where were his tattoos? As thought-provoking as all of those questions were, he had bigger things to worry about right now. Nero carefully rested his hand against V’s throat to check his pulse in a gesture that he just knew would have made him crawl out of his skin if he were awake. After a short moment that felt like an eternity, Nero exhaled in relief. V had a pulse. Good. That was something, at least.

From his position leaned over him, he could just barely feel V’s breath ghost across the nearly imperceivable hairs that adorned his now bare arm. As he recoiled his hand, the prone man let out a ragged, almost pained cough as if the air had been pulled from his body and he had been plunged underwater, only now being reacquainted with oxygen for the first time in a long while. He gasped and then coughed feebly, trembling. Nero wasn’t entirely sure what to do about this, so he reached over and gave him a few firm but careful pats on the upper back, trying to help him clear his throat. V jerked slightly at the contact but stopped coughing, his breathing still shaky but much better than it had been moments ago. He curled up into the coat, pulling his legs closer to his chest. He seemed cold from what his brother could tell. Nero wasn’t sure if he had actually helped or not, but he was going to keep telling himself that he had. It made him less anxious.

Just then, Dante, Vergil, and Magnolia stepped forward to observe the scene. They all seemed to be in a similar state of disbelief and relief to the one that he had felt upon seeing the young summoner again. Nero sighed in relief and looked up at them from his position on the floor, totally overcome by the shock of what they had just succeeded in doing. V had migrated closer to him, the top of his head propped up against his lower leg. “... He’s actually alive,” Nero said as though he couldn’t believe the words that he was speaking,” It actually worked...”

Dante and Vergil exchanged unreadable glances and looked down at V, still somewhat unable to process what had just happened. Magnolia broke the silence with a short, crazed laugh. She was in total shock. “Oh my- I am most certainly going to hell for this one!” She looked down at V and sighed, nodding to herself in self-satisfaction. So this was who all the fuss was about. “But I have the feeling that this might be worth it. He’s a cute kid, after all.”

Vergil nodded quietly, not entirely sure what to say. Thank you would never be enough. He would need to find a better way of thanking her. “You are absolutely right, Magnolia. This is worth it.”

-~-

PHEW!! After two days of sleepless nights and 6.8k words, this chapter is DONE. Thank goodness this is the Friday release because my brain and my hands need a good break. I hope everyone enjoyed reading this chapter as much as I loved writing it. Everything is going to really kick off from here, and I am so glad that I finally made it to this part of the story! Once again, thank you all for taking the time to comment and read the story. It’s very helpful and it always makes me smile! Now, I’m going to go eat dinner… and work on the first chapter of the story that V will actually be in! Gah, it is so nice to finally be able to say that!

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Charcoal as Breakfast

This is another fun group chat! Involving most of the party talking about food and that you should not let Tony cook at all because otherwise bugs or tools may end up in the stew.

Tony & Zira’s Chat

Tony & Rhodey’s Chat

Tony & Rhodey Compile a List

The Trouble with Two Tonys

Rhodey & Bob(Tony)

Rhodey & Zira (and Tony)

DJ & Zira

DJ & Tony

Rhodey & DJ

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It's morning time. Everyone has started waking up, moving around and breaking camp. Rhodey has gravitated towards the fire, attempting to make the rations more palatable for everyone [without much luck] and his new friend with an unknown name today and Luna are nearby.

Rhodey (to Bob): Hey, friend. What's your name today?

Jim Bob: My name is Jim, always was.

Rhodey: Alright, Jim.

Luna: Jim's a nice name.

Luna (to Rhodey): How are you with breakfast? Anything I can do to help?

Rhodey: I'm not really sure what I'm doing, so... if you have any ideas feel free.

Jim Bob: Same here. I only know the basics to cooking.

Luna goes over to look at the rations.

Luna: It looks like you're doing well. Nothing's on fire anyway.

Jim Bob: ....Should anything be on fire?

Rhodey: (chuckles) that's something I suppose. No, no, I don't think so.

Luna: I used to set my food on fire a lot when I first started cooking so I have a low bar.

Rhodey: That sounds like an exciting experience.

Luna: Not really. My Mum used to experiment so I was used to more explosions.

Rhodey: Oh? What type of experimentation? Was she an alchemist like DJ or an artificer like Tony?

Jim: Wait, there are supposed to be explosions when you cook? I was never told that!

Luna: Not when cooking, no.

Jim: Ah, okay.

Luna: She was a healer so she liked to try new things.

Rhodey: That sounds wonderful. Did you pick anything up from her?

Luna: I can make a few healing potions with a herbalism kit, but she, uh, didn't really get much chance to teach me before she died.

Jim: Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Rhodey: Oh, I'm sorry for your loss.

Jim and Rhodey speak at the same time.

Luna: It's okay. I just miss her sometimes. I want to be someone she'll be proud of.

Jim: I'm sure you're living up to that. It can't be easy, the loss of a family member...

Luna: (mournfully) No. It's not. What are your families like?

Jim: (looks away) I don't know them.

Luna: Sorry.

Rhodey: I'm sorry, Jim.

Jim: It's fine. You can't miss what you don't know, right?

Rhodey: I suppose that's true.

Luna: It's still sad.

Jim: Yeah, I guess. I might find them if I look long enough. But enough about me, what about you, Rhodey?

Rhodey: I, uh, I'm from a farming community. Grew up with my parents and two siblings. They... Well, I was always a little different than them, but we got along. Argued and loved each other, that sort of thing. My little sister was always my favorite. She was always full of joy at everything.

Luna: That's nice. Siblings always sound like fun.

Jim: Yeah.

Rhodey: They're also a pain in the ass, sometimes. But that's what family is. Just look at Tony and DJ-- they both drive me up the wall sometimes.

Luna: They seem very skilled at that.

Rhodey: Very.

Luna: But they seem very caring anyway

Rhodey: Yes, I'm rather fond of them.

Luna: They must be happy you can call them family.

Rhodey: I hope so.

Jim: Okay, I hate to break this up but THE FOOD IS ON FIRE HELP

Luna: What? OH !

Rhodey: Shit! (He lunges to grab it out and juggles with it) Hot hot hot!

Luna pulls off her cloak and waves it at the food and fire. The smoke blows away from them.

Jim pulls his off as well and joins in with Luna)

Luna: Is breakfast okay?

Rhodey manages to pat out the fire on the food and it's just... a little charred.

Rhodey: More or less?

Luna: Still edible.

Jim: Food enough, I guess.

Rhodey: I think we should not try that again.

Luna: That sounds like a good idea. Maybe one of the others is better at cooking than us? I'm only really good with the basics. Stews and stuff.

Rhodey: Gods, I hope so. Let’s go... break the news to everyone.

Luna: And meat.

Jim: (calling out to the rest of the group) Breakfast is uh..... ready, guys. Nothing- nothing happened at all.

Luna: I'll just sort out the fire.

Rhodey face-palms and sighs.

Luna: A forest fire would be very bad. Might attract heliopaths. And kill lots of innocent animals.

Rhodey: Heliopaths? (He squints through his hand at Luna.)

Luna stamps out the edges of the fire, leaving only the controlled middle.

Luna: Heliopaths are spirits of fire they're not particularly friendly. Out here though you'd only find the children so there’s no need to worry.

Rhodey: .... ok?

Jim: That sounds pretty cool.

Luna: Which bit of breakfast is mine?

Jim: ...Or hot, depending on your perspective. And here. (He sections off rations and slides part of it to Luna.)

Luna: They're not. Thanks. But we really don't know enough about them

Jim: I'd love to know more about them later.

Luna stops talking and tucks into breakfast.

Rhodey shrugs and does the same.

Luna: I'd love to tell you more. When we're on the road maybe?

Jim: Sure, I'd like that very much.

Tony drops by briefly to check on the cooking.

Tony: I think I’m going to eat from my rations. Note of warning, don’t let Rhodey cook again. It usually involves fire.

Jim: To be fair, we were distracted...

Tony: That is no excuse. He’s supposed to be a soldier! Vigilant! How does he lose track of what he’s cooking?

Rhodey somehow hears Tony despite being several feet away and immediately whirls around. Rhodey: That was one time, and you were involved in it, too, mister!

Jim: Oh?

Zira is dragging herself out of her bedroll, hair somehow even messier and fluffier than it normally is.

Tony: I was not! You were the only one cooking! And maybe I would have helped if someone hadn’t banned me from cooking!

Rhodey: And remind me what you were doing??

Jim: Zira! You’re up, breakfast is... uh, something.

Zira: Cooking? Why are we cooking?? Breakfast is what??

Tony (to Rhodey): I was helping DJ is what.

Rhodey: because I definitely remember an explosion.

Zira: I thought we were talking about cooking.

Jim: Luna said there weren’t supposed to be explosions when you cook...

Zira: How in the world would you explode something while you cook

Rhodey: Oh no, they weren't cooking. They were just distracting me!

Jim: I would like to know that, too, please.

Zira’s staggering over, and peers at the, uh, food.

Tony: We weren’t anywhere near the fire!

Zira: What did you do???

Rhodey: Yeah, Tony, what did you do?

Tony: Although maybe what we were doing ended up being thrown into the fire...

Jim: ...the food may or may not have been on fire?

Rhodey: Maybe? Maybe?

Zira: This is exactly something Asher would do. She loves fire.

Tony: But to be fair the food was already on fire before anything fell into the campfire.

Zira: Please don’t explode my food.

Tony: So the food being on fire was 100% not my fault. Or maybe 85% not my fault.

And before anyone else can set it on fire or blow it up or whatever, Zira grabs her portion of whatever it was and retreats back away from the flames.

Tony: The other 15% is DJ’s.

Rhodey: ...

Zira: I’ll say it once I'll say it a hundred times. Every single one of you is absolutely crazy.

Jim: ..thanks?

Tony: Well, sure we are! But what does that make you since you’re hanging out with us?

Zira: Along for the ride. And entertained. (And with that, she raises up the plate, and her face splits open, mouth widening far past what should be possible, and she swallows the burned rations whole.)

Rhodey: (mutters, wandering back to pack up his stuff) We're all insane. I'm insane... (He doesn't notice Zira.)

Tony: (calls after Rhodey) You love us!

Rhodey waves back vaguely but doesn’t turn around.

Jim doesn’t see what Zira did due to his shit eyesight.

Tony did see what Zira did and doesn’t even blink, shooting her a thumbs up and a wink.

Zira smiles back, seeming a bit confused at the thumbs up + wink but happy nonetheless, and then, she drags herself to her feet and mumbles something about coffee and wanders off towards her pack, presumably to get ready for the day.

Tony (looks at Bob): Anyway, don’t let Rhodey cook.

Jim: Okay?

Tony: I mean it. Unless you like your food being charcoal. And you honestly don’t seem the type.

Jim: Well, I can do the basics. Feel free to pitch in.

Tony: Didn’t you hear me? I’ve been banned from all cooking-related activities. You accidentally put your tools in the stew one time...

Jim: You can, uh, shout helpful advice from a distance if it makes you feel better. And how on earth do you put your tools in stew????

Tony: Well, they weren’t in the stew so much as next to the stew and I guess to be fair no one was expecting the chittering recording I was trying out...

Jim: Next to the stew?

Tony: What else am I supposed to do when waiting for it to stew? People get creeped out by bugs; I was trying out something creepy for size. ...there may have been bugs that ended up in the stew

Jim: Okay, I understand where Rhodey is coming from.

Tony: It was only the one time!

Jim: But it could happen again....

Tony: Besides, bugs are nutritious. You sound like Rhodey.

Jim: You eat a bug.

Tony: Not normally but yeah, I’ve had a few in my lifetime.

Jim tries to modulate his mental voice to sound like Rhodey's.

It doesn't work.

DM: It's very hard to change your Inner Thoughts voice.

Tony: That sounded absolutely terrible and nothing like Rhodey at all. Please do it again in front of him.

Jim: Sure.

Tony: He’d go (puts on high-pitched voice) That does not sound like me!

Jim: ...I don't think you sound like him either.

Tony: Fair. He’d probably just pat you on your back. Anyway, enjoy your charcoal. I’m going to go and eat something that hasn’t been burned.

Jim: Enjoy your meal, too!

#rebaobsessions #thechaoticwave #imagine1117 #heliocentricgeometric #d&d campaign

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kyvir · 6 years ago

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27: "I wish I'd never met you." BoruSara pweaseeeeeeeeeeee

Thanks for the request Anon! -KanaTyy

Annoying

Today wasn’t the best day. As chief of police, Sarada was a busy woman. She worked hard, was dedicated and loved her work. But it wasn’t always easy. Just the day before right in their hometown, a mass murder had occurred. Everyone was frantic. There was so much to be done, so many people hurting from the loss of their loved ones. So many survivors fighting for their lives. Sarada wanted to be even more involved than she was needed to be, so she’d stayed working throughout the night and up until now.

It was noon, she’d stopped by her favorite coffee shop for a snack and a coffee before heading home for a little rest. She was going to take her time, her favorite table was open but when she walked to it and saw an article laying there, her eyes narrowed. She snatched it up to take a good look, staring at herself in disbelief. It was a picture of her in uniform, from her press conference just the day before. That wasn’t what got her. What got her was the headline.

The most sexy chief Konoha has ever had.

She gripped the article tight, hands shaking as she let her eyes search for the writer’s name. It better not be. It better not be…

“He’s dead.” Sarada screeched, crumbling the paper in her hands before storming out of the coffee shop with it.

The anger she felt was almost too much as she got in her car and hurried home. If she didn’t manage to calm down a bit, it was going to be her committing murder next. She couldn’t have gotten home quickly enough, and when she finally did make it, she all but flew inside.

He was sitting at his computer desk when she barged into the study. He was in the middle of work, his reading glasses low on his nose as he looked over them to the computer screen instead of the stack of papers in front of the keyboard. His hair was a mess, he was wearing only pajama bottoms and he looked pretty good. Really good. But Sarada hated him too much to care at the moment.

“Boruto.” She hissed, the article still tightly gripped in her hand.

“One second, sunshine.” Boruto said as he finished up his last sentence. “Aaaaaand done.” He turned to Sarada and took off his glasses, his eyes slowly raking up and down her form. “What’s cookin’ good lookin’?”

“Don’t talk to me like that.” She growled as she walked over to him and slammed the article down on the desk. “Explain yourself.”

Boruto didn’t so much as glance at the paper, already knowing what this was about. “Yeah, quite the piece of work, don’t you think? The chief of police, the hottest woman whoever hotted. Known for her intellect and ability to kick criminal’s asses. One of my best articles yet.” He grinned.

“This is not, funny! I could… I could get you for slander!” She shook in her rage, embarrassed that he would make such an article of her. “I have a reputation to uphold, I can’t be in your sleazy paper.”

“Hey now, my paper is anything but sleazy, I have class sunshine. I take it you only read the title since you’re so upset. I wrote about much more than your looks, but if you still want to press charges then please arrest me.” He told her with a wink.

She raised a clenched fist, fuming. He was always so infuriating, always able to make her lose her cool in a matter of seconds. “What is wrong with you? With everything that’s going on we don’t need something like this. I need to be looked at as a symbol of hope and peace, not a pretty face!”

Boruto stood and crossed his arms, looking down at her. “Sarada, you can’t get upset when you didn’t even read it. What I wrote was the truth and did nothing to hurt your reputation. Read the damn thing before you blow up on me … and I happen to like your pretty face.”

“There’s no way I’d read that stupid article. It’s embarrassing enough as it is. You know when we got together I asked you to never write about me, no matter what it was. You did this without my permission and used such a scandalous title. I am utterly disgusted. I can’t even look at you.” She ranted, glaring at him even though she really wanted to look away.

Boruto scowled. “What the hell, Sarada? Okay, fine. I wrote it without your permission, but there is nothing wrong with the paper! You’ve got no business being disgusted!”

He was pissed she refused to read it and that she didn’t give him enough credit. He wasn’t an idiot, he knew what was happening and what the people needed to hear right now. What she needed to hear right now if she wasn’t so damn stubborn and would just listen. She wouldn’t though, she was too angry. Far too angry.

“What is wrong is that you wrote a paper about me period!” She scoffed, but her exhaustion was weighing on her. She knew she wasn’t going to get anywhere with him and she really needed to sleep. Her vest and belt were feeling heavier than usual, so she reached for her belt to remove it. “I’m done talking about this… but I’m really just… I’m disappointed.”

Boruto grabbed her wrist and brought them to his chest, forcing her to look at him. “Don’t shut down on me, sunshine. You know I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you. I promise the article isn’t nearly as bad as you think it is … . and the public really needed it. You really needed it … . that’s why I wrote it without asking.” He confessed.

“I don’t even want to think about it anymore. Let me go… I’m going to take a shower and sleep for a while.” She still had so much to do…

Boruto sighed. “Alright … just don’t go to bed angry. How about I take that shower with you, hm?” He asked and stepped closer. “I’ll make it so you can’t think about anything even if you wanted to.”

Sarada clenched her teeth, scowling as she snatched her hands away from him. Her face was blood red and she really wanted to smack him. “I wish I’d never met you… you drive me crazy.”

Boruto blinked dumbly at that before his own anger started to flair. “You take that back right now, Sarada.” He demanded, blue eyes narrowing.

“Or what?” She challenged.

“Oh I’ll show you what, sunshine.” He said and yanked her towards him, his arms holding her firmly in place. In a matter of seconds, he had grabbed her handcuffs and swiped the key, letting her go after. “Now the question is … do I use them on you, or the both of us?” He mused, showing her the cuffs.

“Boruto… please don’t make me hurt you.” She grumbled.

Boruto laughed. “Both of us it is then.” He handcuffed Sarada’s wrist and his own, using a speed she rarely saw because of his lazy nature. “I’m well aware of how badass you are, sunshine. But you know you’re not taking me out any day of the week.” He said and held the key tight in his free hand. “Now take it back.”

“Fine… I don’t regret meeting you… I mean, we had a lot of good times. But I should have never agreed to marry you. You’re obviously insane and love getting me worked up. I can’t handle you and I mean it this time.”

Boruto groaned at the familiar words. “As if I would ever let you divorce me, especially when you’re being ridiculous. I know you’ve been stressed lately and you’re tired, but I seriously can’t take it anymore. It’s about time I handled your ass.”

“You don’t want to try me. I’ve had a really bad day. I’m exhausted. None of your kinks and flirting is going to help you now.” She shook her head, but she knew… Boruto had a way of making her weak. It didn’t matter how angry she was or how tired. She would submit to him and she hated him for it.

“Keep talking shit, sunshine. Only gets me more worked up.” Boruto told her and took a step back to grab his article.

He quickly walked towards their bedroom, dragging Sarada behind him. Once she was inside he slammed the door closed and removed her belt with practiced precision, it falling to the floor with a loud thud. Sarada didn’t say a word as she glared at him, her expression unimpressed. Boruto paid her no mind as he pulled her to the bed. He pushed her down onto the mattress and laid beside her, opening her vest and then holding her handcuffed hand.

“Listen closely.” He told her and held up the article, squinting a bit to read it. “Sarada Uchiha, one of the best looking women around. However her looks can hardly compare to the passion she continues to show everyday as the police chief. Even now when we have suffered from the loss of loved ones, she pushes on and refuses to give up until the one responsible is behind bars. A sense of hopelessness and darkness has struck our town and given many people fear. Yet all we need to do is believe in the police force and it’s chief as she proudly stands against it all to bring us peace again. Need I go on, sunshine?”

Sarada closed her eyes and turned her head away from him. “I really… can’t stand you.” She whispered.

“I know.” Boruto smiled. “That’s why I had you lay down.” He joked before turning serious. “You work your ass off and all anyone seems to do around here is point out all the bad. They nitpick at you and your boys in blue. It pissed me off so I decided to remind the public about what’s really important. You deserved to be thanked, Sarada. You try so hard … and I love you so much for keeping our town safe. Don’t let this asshole get to you. You catch his ass and I’ll be right there beside you to report it all.”

“You’re really… too much.” She sighed. So maybe the article wasn’t bad. Either way, Boruto would always have a way of making her crazy. She loved him so much and yet nobody irked her nerves like he did. “Okay. I’m sorry.”

“You can make it up to me on your next day off.” Boruto smirked. “Now let’s get you showered and fed so you can get some sleep.”

“Thank you.” She smiled softly then. As much as she wanted to punch him into the next life, she really and truly loved him even more.

#borusara #boruto uzumaki #sarada uchiha #boruto and sarada #borusara fic #kanatyy

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bloody-bee-tea · 7 years ago

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This Deter fic is a fill for the ‘Chained to a Wall’ on my @badthingshappenbingo card but mostly it’s a gift for @yogi-bogey-box. She always leaves the nicest comments on my stories and I wanted to write something for her. She requested some hurt/comfort, which this hopefully is, but it also got way longer than expected. Since it’s almost 7k you can read it here on AO3 or watch out for the read more.

It had been four days. Four days since Peter had been abducted, four days since Kate had taken him right from under their noses and Derek was ready to go out of his mind. He could still feel his bond to Peter, so he knew that he was alive, but that was it.

He didn’t know what Kate had done to him, in what state he was in, and it drove Derek crazy. They hadn’t been on the best of terms when Kate had taken Peter, not after everything that had happened, but they were on their way to being something again.

And now Derek had to fear every second that his bond with Peter would break, that he would lose him before holding him close.

Derek was pacing in his loft, wolf snarling under his skin at his inactivity, but he had lost Kate’s scent trail days ago and Stiles and Chris had told him to sit back and let the humans do the work for once. Derek had taken a step back, because it was his best bet to get Peter back, but he didn’t like it, and he would go insane if this went on any longer.

Just as he was thinking that, Stiles slammed the door open.

“We think we have them,” he declared, and Derek was walking out of the loft before Stiles was even done talking.

“Where?” Derek snarled, worlds curling around his fangs and Stiles had to run to keep pace with him.

“There’s a bunch of old houses one town over, one of them has a tunnel system not unlike your old one,” Stiles explained as he climbed into the Camaro after Derek had nudged him away from the jeep.

The Camaro would be faster.

“Chris and my dad are already on their way there,” he said and held on to the door for dear life when Derek hit the gas pedal.

He made it there just a few minutes after Chris and John, and when Derek entered the house, he barely spared a glance for Kate’s body on the floor. He just stopped long enough to make sure that she was really dead before he followed the sounds of a werewolf snarling to the basement.

Chris and John were standing in front of a cell, both with their weapons drawn and when Derek stepped around them to get a good view, his breath froze in his chest.

Peter was chained to a wall, collar around his neck and shackles around his right wrist and ankle, but he was throwing his whole weight into them, trying to get to them. There was blood all over him, and Derek could see more than one wound that was still open and not healing like it should be. When he tried to look Peter in the eye, Derek realized that Peter was almost completely feral.

There was no recognition in his eyes, and it seemed like he only wanted to hurt them.

Peter threw himself forward when Stiles entered the basement too, and Derek cringed at the way the shackles dug into his skin, blood welling up around them, but Peter didn’t even notice. He was snarling and snapping, a constant growl coming from him, and it caused Stiles to take a step back.

“So, what’s going on there?” he carefully asked and stepped around his dad to get a better look, but he kept behind them.

“He’s feral,” Chris said with a side glance at Derek.

“What are we going to do?” John asked but Chris hesitated with his answer.

“There’s not much we can do,” he eventually said, after Stiles repeated the question and Derek tensed.

He wouldn’t allow this.

“You’re not going to kill him!” he decisively said.

“Derek, he’s gone. Look at him. He didn’t even recognize you,” Chris tried to reason, but Derek wasn’t listening.

He wouldn’t let Chris put Peter down like he was nothing more than a stupid dog.

“He will,” Derek said with a confidence he didn’t feel, but he still stepped closer to the cell.

Peter’s reaction was instant, the growling getting even louder and he swiped at Derek, even though he was too far away for Peter to ever reach. But now that Derek was closer and got a better look at Peter he could see that he must have tried to bite through his wrist and ankle at one point and Derek felt sick.

He wanted nothing more than to step into that cell and gather Peter close, get the shackles off and take him home but it was more likely that Peter would bite his head off before Derek could even reach for the shackles.

So instead Derek turned around and fixed Chris with a glare.

“I’ll need some bandages, a towel and water,” he instructed and stared Chris down, until he finally huffed and hurried away.

“You’re really going in there?” Stiles asked, still worriedly glancing at Peter.

“Yes,” Derek said. “But I’m not getting close enough to let him touch me. I’ll need to remind him of his humanity first.”

Stiles jumped slightly when Peter snapped his teeth at them.

“Yes, you should. Remind him of that,” he muttered, and John looked over at Derek.

“You think you can bring him back?” he quietly asked, and Derek straightened his shoulders.

“I really hope so,” he said because he didn’t know how far Peter was gone, how important he was to Peter, if he would be enough. But he knew one thing for certain. “And if I’m not, I’m not letting an Argent kill another Hale.”

He didn’t add that he would do it himself, because even though Derek was sure he could if he really had to, he didn’t even want to put that out there.

John seemed like he wanted to say something else, probably offer to kill Peter if Derek couldn’t do it, but before he could Chris thankfully came back. He shoved the bowl with water, the towel and the bandages at Derek, who took them before he opened the door to the cell.

He put everything down next to the bars, and settled down there as well, still well out of reach of Peter, who was now solely focused on him.

“You can leave now,” Derek quietly told the others and while Chris and John did leave, Stiles lingered behind.

“How long do you think this will take?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” Derek quietly admitted and startled when Stiles briefly squeezed his shoulder.

“If you’re still down here in two hours, I’ll bring you some food,” Stiles promised and left before Derek could thank him.

Now it was only Peter and him.

The first hour Derek had spent propped up against the bars, not talking because his voice seemed to aggravate Peter further. Derek tried hard not to let that hurt him, but it was a lost cause. He had nudged the bowl of water closer to Peter at one point, using his foot and quickly snatching it back when Peter had pounced on it, but after that they had sat in silence. Well, apart from Peter’s constant growling.

Peter hadn’t known what to do with the water, so it was still sitting there between them, and Derek wished he could take the towel and just wipe Peter down, clean at least his face of the blood, but he wasn’t suicidal enough to get that close to Peter. Not yet, anyway.

After almost an hour of Derek sitting there, and just staring at Peter, Peter’s growling had quieted down. He was still glaring at Derek, but he wasn’t trying to attack him anymore, even when he moved, so Derek counted that as a win.

After that he started to talk. It was about inane things first, telling Peter what he had missed in the last four days, but soon that topic ran dry and they shortly sat in silence again. When Derek had stayed silent for almost two minutes, Peter startled to growl again.

“What do you want me to tell you?” Derek asked, surprised when the growling suddenly stopped. “You ready to listen yet?” he wanted to know but it wasn’t like he really expected Peter to answer.

But it seemed like Peter wanted him to keep talking, and so Derek did. He told him everything about his years in New York with Laura, and how it never had stopped hurting him that they left Peter behind. He talked about the jobs he did there, and how Laura had changed after the fire.

He was just remembering how Laura had challenged another alpha because one of his betas wouldn’t take no for an answer and Laura wanted the right to physically put him into his place, but before Derek got to the really good part, Stiles came back into the basement.

“It’s been two hours,” he carefully said, but Derek only had eyes for Peter.

He was still growling, but it was low, and he kept his eyes mostly on Derek, not even looking at Stiles. It was definitely progress and Derek would take it.

“He seems better,” Stiles observed, and Derek carefully nodded.

“He does,” he agreed and then held his hands out for the bag in Stiles’ hands.

“I got you burgers and fries. See if maybe you can feed him too?” Stiles asked and handed it over, only to hurriedly retreat when Peter snapped at him again.

As soon as he was out of reach, and apparently more importantly out of reach of Derek, Peter settled down again.

“He really likes you,” Stiles said, and Derek frowned.

“He just recognizes me as family,” he gave back and then sent Stiles back up, since it would still take some time before he could get Peter out of here after all.

Derek unpacked his food and slid some fries over to Peter. He wasn’t as careful anymore, convinced that Peter wouldn’t attack him, and while Peter did eye his hand mistrustful, he didn’t make a move to charge forward. Derek counted it as a win.

“I know you hate cold fries, but you hate a cold burger even more, so this is all I can offer you,” Derek said and bit into his mostly cold burger.

He had never minded it as much as Peter had; food was good no matter if it was still warm or not. Peter always had ridiculous high standards for his food though, so he was a lot pickier with it. Derek quickly devoured the burger and then proceeded to tell Peter exactly that.

He still remembered that one Christmas where his mom had refused to cook something for three days after since they had so much left, but Peter adamantly refused to eat any of that, so he had ended up cooking not only for himself, but for Laura, Cora and Derek as well, since they were sick of the same food over and over again.

It was a good memory, a happy one, and Derek briefly got lost in his memories. He startled out of them when he heard the low whine from Peter.

“You with me yet?” he asked in a hopeful voice, but Peter only whined again in response. “Do you recognize me, Peter?” Derek still asked, not surprised when he didn’t get a real answer for that either.

Still, he scooted closer to Peter, who was straining against his restraints again, but this time not in a violent way, but more because he wanted to get closer to Derek.

“I’m here,” Derek soothed and carefully reached out for Peter, who immediately ducked under his hand, allowing Derek to drag his hand through his hair.

“There you are,” Derek mumbled and swallowed hard when Peter almost face-planted into his neck, nuzzling into the sensitive skin there.

Peter hadn’t done that since Paige and to have Peter do this now when he wasn’t in his right mind hurt Derek more than he could put into words. Peter must have picked up on his distress because his whining picked up again and he pressed his face even harder into Derek’s neck. The whine changed to a soothing rumble, intent to calm down injured, hurt or afraid pack members, and Derek sighed.

Peter knew they were pack, and if Derek didn’t feel threatened by anyone he wouldn’t attack either. He could take Peter home.

Derek slowly pushed Peter away, careful not to make him feel unwanted or rejected and then pulled the water bowl closer to them. It was time to clean Peter up. Derek moved Peter’s hand closer to himself, inspecting the shackle, but they were easy enough to get rid off when you had both hands free. It barely took Derek a minute to tear through both of them.

The collar around Peter’s neck was a bit trickier, clearly coated with a thin layer of wolfsbane, and Derek wished he could kill Kate again. The wolfsbane had burned Peter’s throat badly, but luckily there were no signs of poisoning anywhere.

Derek would need a key for that one, and he hoped that Kate’s body was still somewhere around so he could get it. In the meantime, he busied himself with cleaning Peter up. He was dirty on top of bloody and soon enough the water had turned a brown colour. Peter mostly let Derek do what he wanted, but he cuddled close, pressed into Derek’s side and getting distressed whenever Derek moved too far away from him.

Derek’s stomach turned when he saw the still healing wounds on Peter’s wrist and ankle, where teeth had clearly torn into them, and Derek refused to think about how far Peter had come to just chewing through his own limbs. When he found the burned patches on Peter’s belly and back, Derek could feel his eyes flash.

Derek could still very vividly remember what Kate’s stun baton had felt like and for it to leave burns like this on a werewolf—it was another thing Derek didn’t want to think about.

He carefully cleaned Peter up, leaving his face and neck for last, in case Peter changed his mind and decided to attack him, but it never happened. When Derek cradled his face to get the dried blood off Peter even nuzzled into his hand.

“I’m gonna get you home now,” Derek promised and pressed a kiss to Peter’s forehead, hoping to hell that Peter wouldn’t rip him a new one when he was conscious again.

Derek tried to stand up, so that he could see if Stiles was still around, but as soon as he stood up Peter growled again, clinging to his pants in an almost desperate manner.

“I’m not going to leave you,” Derek promised. “I just need the key to get rid of the collar,” he explained but Peter made this distressed sound again that tore at Derek’s heart.

��Alright,” he mumbled eventually. “I’m not leaving.”

He eyed the wall, trying to decide if he could just rip the chain out of it, but Peter had tried it for days and the chain hadn’t budged, so it was unlikely that Derek would succeed. He needed the key. Derek grabbed for his phone and called Stiles.

“Dude, why are you calling me?” Stiles answered and Derek rolled his eyes.

“I need you to come down here,” he said.

“You could not have just come up here?” Stiles asked but Derek could already hear him coming down the stairs.

When Stiles came into view, he froze at the sight of them, Derek standing and Peter still clinging to his legs.

“No, I really couldn’t have come up there,” Derek deadpanned and then hung up. “I need the key to the collar. Did you see anything upstairs? Maybe on Kate?” he asked, hoping that John and Chris hadn’t gotten rid of her body yet.

“Yes,” Stiles said and pulled a key out of his pockets. “I wasn’t sure you would need it but I kept it just in case,” he explained and handed the key to Derek.

Peter didn’t even blink at the close proximity to Derek and Derek couldn’t help but card his fingers through Peter’s hair again.

“He looks better,” Stiles quietly said and Derek shrugged.

“He’ll look even better after a bath,” he gave back but Stiles shook his head.

“No, I mean, he looks more human again. He’s much more alert and understanding,” Stiles said and pointed at Peter’s eyes.

Derek wasn’t convinced Stiles was right, but he had spent the last few hours down here with Peter and since the change must have been gradual he was sure he wouldn’t have recognized it.

“I really hope so,” Derek whispered and then bent down to unlock the collar around Peter’s neck.

It fell away with a quiet noise, almost overshadowed by Peter’s sigh of relief.

“There, that’s better, isn’t it?” Derek asked and drew in a sharp breath when Peter nodded.

“I told you! Totally better!” Stiles exclaimed but Derek didn’t pay him much attention, too focused on Peter.

“You want to go home now?” Derek asked and Peter nodded again, even more decisive than the first time.

“Can you walk?” Stiles asked but Peter only shot him an angry look and Stiles huffed. “Fine, only be human for Derek, what do I care.”

“Can you walk?” Derek repeated the question and Peter shrugged, before he tightened his grip on Derek.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Derek promised him and helped Peter up, slinging an arm around his waist as soon as Peter stood on his own two feet.

Peter continued to cling to him, but he seemed more stable on his feet than they all had thought and it was easy enough to get him up the stairs and out of the house. When they were outside, Peter stopped in his tracks and lifted his head, taking deep breaths and clearly enjoying the fresh air.

Chris and John were still around, surprisingly enough, and as soon as they saw the three of them come out of the house they were on their feet and walking towards them. Peter immediately started to growl at Chris and pushed Derek around until he stood away from Chris, Peter between them like a shield.

“Maybe you should stay back a bit,” Stiles hurriedly said and herded Chris towards his car.

As soon as Chris had his back to them Peter stopped growling and nuzzled into Derek’s side again.

“He seems better,” John said with an assessing glance and Derek shrugged as best as he could with Peter wedged under his arm.

“He’s not ripping my throat out,” Derek gave back and then nodded towards the Camaro. “Think Stiles can drive it without crashing?” he asked and John laughed.

“Probably,” John gave back.

“Absolutely,” Stiles enthusiastically said as he walked back to them. “You really can’t drive?”

“I don’t think Peter would stay in his seat,” Derek gave back and Peter squeezed him even harder at that, clearly enforcing his statement.

“No problem, I can drive. You just get in the backseat and let me play chauffeur.”

Derek hesitated for a split second, thinking that maybe he should ask John to drive, but by then Stiles had already slid behind the wheel.

“Alright,” Derek mumbled and gently steered Peter towards the car. He knew Peter wouldn’t get in until Derek did but then he was likely to keep close again.

Derek eyed the back seat, and then decided that they could be at least comfortable during the ride, so he folded himself into the back of the car and scooted back until he could almost stretch his legs and Peter immediately slid between them, settling on Derek’s chest and tucking his head under his chin.

Derek pressed his nose into Peter’s hair, inhaling deeply and so fiercely glad that he wouldn’t lose this, at least not today. They dozed off as Stiles drove and when Derek sluggishly blinked they were almost back at the loft.

“You didn’t kill us, congratulations,” Derek muttered and Stiles let out an indignant “Hey!”

Derek was distracted when Peter stretched on top of him, rubbing his face over Derek’s chest and Derek quickly reminded himself that this meant nothing. It was a pack think, Peter wasn’t even able of anything else with how he was still mostly feral. But it was easy to pretend, too easy really, and Derek was glad when the car rolled to a stop in front of his building.

A little bit of distance from Peter would do him some good.

It didn’t take much convincing for Peter to get out of the car, though he hovered near the door until Derek scrambled out as well. Derek expected Peter to press himself close again, but even though Peter stayed close, they barely even touched.

Derek frowned, but since it was already more like the old Peter than anything else he had done before, he didn’t comment on it. Stiles only raised his eyebrow at him too when Peter trailed after him, instead of keeping close and in contact.

“You want me to come up?” Stiles asked, but Derek shook his head.

There was no reason for Stiles to linger around, not since Peter seemed to get better by the minute, and so Stiles scrambled into his own car and drove away. Derek stared after him for a second, and when he turned back around to Peter he was frowning.

“Hey, everything okay?” Derek asked him, and after a long time Peter shrugged, seemingly frustrated that he couldn’t verbally answer yet.

It was a good sign.

When they got up to the loft, Derek eyed the kitchen. With all the injuries Peter had sustained at Kate’s hand he really should eat something, but Derek was sure he didn’t have anything edible in his fridge. Getting groceries hadn’t been high on his list of things to do in the last four days.

“You want to eat something?” Derek still asked Peter, phone already out and ready to order some take out.

“Yeah,” Peter mumbled and Derek’s eyes widened at that.

It was the first time Peter had said anything since they had found him and Derek couldn’t help the grin that spread out on his face.

“I’ll order your favorite,” he said, still smiling, but he didn’t comment on Peter’s progress.

He knew from experience that drawing attention to the little things would only make Peter clam up again, and Derek didn’t want that. He was on a good way, and Derek wanted him to continue like that.

Peter hovered in the middle of the room, clearly unsure what to do and Derek’s heart painfully constricted at the thought that Peter didn’t consider this home, didn’t think of this as a safe place where he could do what he want.

“You know this is your home, too, right?” Derek quietly asked, and Peter’s head snapped towards him.

Derek had never turned Peter away, but since there was no key needed for the door he had never given Peter one. Derek had just assumed that Peter knew he wanted him in his space but now it became painfully obvious that Peter didn’t know at all.

“Peter, my home will always be your home, too,” Derek explained.

He still hoped that one day it would be their home, some place they picked out together, but Derek didn’t try to dwell on that thought too long. It would be enough if Peter felt comfortable in his home, left a few things maybe. It had to be enough for Derek.

“Here,” Peter suddenly said, still obviously frustrated with his lack of coherent speech, but when he stepped closer to the couch and made grabbing hands at Derek, it was clear what he wanted anyway.

Derek stepped closer, allowing Peter to drag him down on the couch and cuddle up close to him. They were both on their sides, legs spread out on the couch and tangled together, and Peter had tucked his head back under Derek’s chin.

Derek couldn’t help but to wrap his arms around Peter, nuzzling his hair and just the smell of Peter this close, this content in his arms, put something in Derek at ease. Peter seemed to feel the same way, because he was contentedly purring and the sound almost put Derek to sleep again.

It was everything he ever wanted and he tried to not dwell on the fact that it was familial instinct that drove Peter right now. If Kate hadn’t gotten to Peter they would never be in this position, Peter would never want this, and Derek hated himself a little bit for enjoying this.

When the food finally arrived he hurriedly extracted himself from Peter’s grasp, relieved to put some space between them again, though he would never deny Peter what he needed. He paid for their food and brought it back to the couch, where Peter pulled him close immediately.

It seemed like he wanted to go back to their cuddling but Derek was insistent that they ate first. Peter must be starved at this point, healing burned a lot of calories, and so he shoved the take-out boxes towards Peter until he finally took them.

They ate in silence, though Peter’s throat worked a few times, like he wanted to say something, only to press his lips together and take another angry bite of his food. Derek watched it with concern, but if Peter wasn’t ready to try more words he wouldn’t press him.

“You want to take a shower?” Derek asked once their food was gone and Peter nodded reluctantly, picking up the hem of his shirt and making a face.

“Yeah, it smells pretty bad,” Derek agreed and gently pulled Peter up, before he steered him towards the bathroom.

“You hop in, and I’ll get some clothes for you,” Derek said but before he could leave, Peter snatched his wrist.

He pulled at the hem of his shirt again, and then looked with a puzzled expression at Derek.

“You don’t know how to take them off?” Derek haltingly asked and when Peter nodded sharply, Derek only barely managed to bite back his groan.

He didn’t mind helping Peter with this, didn’t want him to think that this was an imposition for Derek, but the thought of undressing Peter was almost more than Derek could take. He had seen Peter naked before, of course he had, it was something that was unavoidable in a house full of werewolves, but the last time had been before the fire. And Derek hadn’t been the one to undress him.

The thought of peeling Peter out of his clothes was more than appealing to Derek, especially since he had fantasized about this often. And even though the circumstances had been different, he still couldn’t help but react to the thought. Peter’s eyebrow raised questioningly when Derek’s heartbeat suddenly picked up and Derek flushed.

He pushed those thoughts away, and instead reached for Peter’s shirt. Peter was lucid enough to raise his hands when Derek pulled the shirt up, though he hissed when some still unhealed wounds on his upper chest got aggravated in the process. Derek hadn’t seen those injuries yet, had concentrated on Peter’s arms, face and his neck, and he was horrified by the number of unhealed cuts on Peter’s chest.

“I’m so sorry we didn’t find you sooner,” he whispered and traced one of the cuts with featherlight fingers.

“No,” Peter said and caught Derek’s hand in his.

Derek immediately stepped back, putting some distance between them. If Peter didn’t want to be touched by him, then he wouldn’t make Peter uncomfortable by doing it. No matter that it felt like he had left behind his heart when he stepped back.

“No,” Peter said again, but this time he growled and frowned and then used Derek’s hand in his to pull him closer again.

“What?” Derek asked confused because he didn’t quite understand what Peter wanted.

“No,” Peter repeated yet again and stabbed his finger almost painfully between Derek’s eyes before he smoothed out the frown there.

“You don’t want me to feel guilty about that,” Derek guessed and Peter nodded at that.

Derek huffed, because it wasn’t quite as easy as that, but he nodded too.

“Fine, no more guilt for today,” he gave back and then reached for the button of Peter’s pants.

They were dirty, crusted over with blood, but still in one piece, so at least Derek didn’t have to fear any more injuries hidden under the fabric. Peter obediently lifted his feet when Derek lightly tapped them and soon enough Peter was only in his underwear.

Derek knew that his hesitance to undress Peter was more telling than any chemo signal he could ever give off, because there was no such thing as modesty in a wolf pack, especially not if someone was injured and needed the help. But Derek had dreamed of undressing Peter countless times, though never under these circumstances, and it was throwing him for a loop. He had a hard time reminding himself that this meant nothing to Peter, that it wasn’t like that.

When Peter only looked at him expectantly, Derek inwardly sighed and then reached out for his underwear. He made quick work of them and then almost abruptly turned Peter around and guided him to the shower. Derek waited until the water was warm enough and then he steered Peter under the spray before quickly pulling the curtain close.

“There’s body wash, if you want,” Derek said, unwilling to say ‘if you remember how to use it’. “I’ll go get some clothes for you and will be right back,” he promised to all the gods that Peter either remembered how to use body wash or didn’t want to use it because getting his hands on a wet Peter would be a new kind of torture.

Derek rushed up to his room, grabbed the first clothes he saw that would fit Peter, and then dashed back down. He didn’t really think Peter would do something stupid, he was too coherent for that already, but it unsettled him to leave Peter alone in this state.

He shouldn’t have worried, he could still hear Peter under the spray, and so Derek took a minute to just breathe away the lingering fear that he would lose Peter and the guilt about not finding him sooner. At least that was some guilt he could push aside for now.

It didn’t help with the disgusted feeling for himself, for still reacting like this to Peter, even though he was hurt and needed a caring pack mate, and not some idiot who lusted all over him. The guilt over that wasn’t pushed aside so easily and it made him sick.

It felt like he was taking advantage of Peter, and Derek hated himself just a little for being unable of approaching this situation without his inappropriate feelings.

Derek took one last deep breath and valiantly tried to push everything down, before he opened the bathroom door again.

“I have your clothes,” he let Peter know, who hummed in answer but didn’t step out from under the spray.

Derek couldn’t say he was surprised; Peter had been denied a shower for four days and it was no wonder he took extra time to get the stench and grime off himself. Derek could smell his body wash in the air, so Peter had in fact remembered how to use that, and it was a good sign. It meant Peter was getting more coherent with every passing minute.

“Do you want me to leave, so you can get dressed?” Derek asked, even though he really didn’t want to see Peter naked and wet.

But helping him and making sure he was comfortable and taken care of was more important.

“No,” Peter said, and he almost sounded like his old self, like he hadn’t been snarling and trying to attack Derek just a few hours before.

“Alright,” Derek said, swallowing once and trying to steel himself when the shower shut off and then Peter was there, dripping all over Derek’s bathroom floor.

“Here,” Derek quickly said and offered a towel to Peter, who looked in frustration at it.

He reached out for it and took it, but then his hand just hovered there, clearly unsure what to do with it now and Derek gently took it back, even though Peter snarled at him.

“It’s okay if you don’t remember yet how to use it,” Derek softly said, because it was important to him that Peter knew that.

Peter was steadily getting better and Derek had no doubt that he would fully return to his old snarky self in less than a day, but even if he wouldn’t, it wouldn’t be a problem. Derek would always take care of him.

But Peter made a frustrated sound and it occurred to Derek that this might remind him of his time in the coma; his mind already ahead of his body. Derek could understand Peter’s frustration at that, but it wouldn’t help him heal.

“You’ll get there, Peter,” he whispered as he toweled him off. “You’re doing so well, and it will come back to you in no time.”

Peter sighed at that, and briefly nuzzled his nose into Derek’s hair but he still seemed frustrated about this whole situation.

“I got you some clothes,” Derek said once Peter was dry enough and Peter eagerly reached for them.

He got his legs into the sweatpants without trouble, but he hesitated at the shirt and Derek reached out to help him. He didn’t do it for Peter, but he guided him, and soon enough Peter was dressed in his clothes.

Derek couldn’t deny that the sight was doing things to him, and when Peter lifted the collar of his shirt to scent it, Derek had to turn away.

“Sleep,” Peter said, and yawned as if he wanted to really drive his point home, and Derek smiled softly.

“Yeah, we should sleep,” he agreed and walked back out into his living-room.

His bed was standing in the middle of the room and while Derek walked over there without hesitation, Peter stopped at the couch. He seemed unsure again, and Derek’s heart felt like it was squeezed together.

“Sleep?” Peter asked and knocked his knuckles on the couch.

“No, Peter, you don’t have to sleep on the couch, if you don’t want,” Derek rushed out, appalled that Peter would think that. “My bed is big enough.”

Peter immediately relaxed at that, and swiftly walked over to Derek, briefly ducking down to press his face into Derek’s neck, before he slid under the covers. Derek had to pull himself away from the sight of Peter in his bed, and he tried to get himself back under control as he went to turn off the light.

When he finally got into bed too, Peter immediately reached out for him to pull him closer, curling up into Derek’s side. Derek slung an arm around him, keeping him pressed to his side and it wasn’t long before they both fell asleep, legs entangled, and breaths almost synced up.

When Derek woke up, he immediately reached out for Peter, but the bed beside him was empty. Derek shot up, horror scenarios running through his head, and so it took him a second to notice the smell of coffee in his loft.

When his head snapped to the kitchen, Peter was there, leaning against the counter and drinking from a cup. He raised an eyebrow at Derek, questioning and mocking in one, and Derek has never been this relieved.

He quickly got up and rushed over to Peter, dragging him into a hug before he could even put his mug down.

“You’re back,” he breathed into Peter’s hair, the relief so strong Derek thought he might just start to cry.

“I would never leave you,” Peter said and when Derek pulled back there was nothing but seriousness on his face.

Derek tried to take a step back, suddenly aware of their proximity and that Peter likely won’t allow it now anymore, but Peter grabbed his wrist in his hand.

“You know I love you, right?” Peter asked, and Derek didn’t even know what he felt at that, he was a mess of hope, anxiety, happiness and dread, because surely Peter didn’t mean it in the way Derek wanted him to.

“Sure,” Derek rasped out, trying to take another step back, but Peter didn’t let go of him.

“No, you don’t,” Peter said after a searching gaze and then pulled Derek closer.

Derek wasn’t prepared for that, so he almost fell forward, and Peter steadied him with a hand to his hip, but only so he could guide Derek into a soft kiss.

“I love you,” Peter whispered against Derek’s lips.

Derek was too surprised to really react to it, but he quietly whined when Peter pulled away.

“I didn’t know that, actually,” Derek whispered into the space between them and Peter sighed, before he pulled him into a bone crushing hug.

“That’s because you’re an idiot,” Peter chided him, and Derek let out a muffled “Hey,” but Peter didn’t let him go. “If you didn’t mean as much to me as you do, you wouldn’t have been able to bring me back,” Peter explained, and this time Derek moved away from him.

“What?” Derek asked.

“I was so far gone,” Peter said, and his eyes became distant, like he remembered his time in the cell. “There was almost nothing left of me when you found me. Only my anchor or my mate could have brought me back from that, especially as quickly as you did.”

Derek was almost too afraid to hope, still, but he had to know.

“So which one am I to you?” he quietly asked, and Peter leveled him with a look, that called him an idiot more clearly than any words ever could.

“Both, obviously,” Peter shortly gave back and then nodded towards the bathroom. “I know you felt guilty over what you did, at least you smelled like it, but there’s really no need for that.”

“I didn’t want to take advantage,” Derek mumbled and flushed at the admission.

“And you didn’t,” Peter gently said and took his hand. “You took care of a hurt packmember and you certainly didn’t do anything that went beyond that,” Peter reassured him.

“I tried,” Derek gave back, and Peter smiled at him.

“You certainly succeeded. I feel very well taken care of,” he said, almost teasing Derek and Derek just had to lean in to kiss Peter again.

It would probably take him some time to get used to this, that he was allowed to do this, that this was something Peter wanted too, but he had never been happier.

“I was so scared,” Derek whispered when they parted, and Peter framed his face with his hands.

“I was too,” he admitted and brushed his thumbs over Derek’s cheeks. “But I knew you wouldn’t give up. The only thing that kept me from panicking when I felt myself going feral was the knowledge that you would bring me back, that you wouldn’t let that happen to me.”

“Never,” Derek gave back, because he’d rather kill himself than let anyone hurt or kill Peter.

“And I knew that,” Peter lowly said and leaned in to scent Derek.

Derek wrapped his arms around Peter, clinging to him and so damn happy that he got to have this, after everything, and they just stood there like that for a few minutes.

“How about we go to bed and cuddle, and this time you won’t have to feel guilty about it,” Peter suggested and dragged Derek closer to the bed, not that Derek was putting up much of a fight.

“I’d like that,” he gave back and as soon as they were under the covers he reached out for Peter and pulled him into his side, almost wrapping himself around Peter.

Peter huffed an amused laugh and he didn’t protest, but Derek was sure that he only allowed this because he knew that Derek still felt protective of him. Derek was sure that once everything settled down again, Peter would be the one to wrap Derek up in his embrace. Derek couldn’t say he would mind that.

“I love you too, you know,” Derek suddenly said, aware that he hadn’t yet said it, and afraid that it gave the wrong impression but Peter only chuckled.

“No offense, but that is more than obvious,” he said, but he nuzzled Derek’s neck and chest in the process, so Derek knew he wasn’t upset.

“Wanted to say it anyway,” Derek gave back, and Peter hummed.

“I like hearing it.”

“Good,” Derek said and pressed a kiss to Peter’s forehead. “You will hear it a lot from now on.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” Peter said, but he already sounded drowsy and Derek wrapped the blankets more securely around them.

“Sleep,” he whispered into Peter’s hair. “I’ll be here.”

“I know,” Peter said, falling asleep while speaking and Derek felt humbled, knowing that Peter trusted him to keep him safe. That he trusted him at all.

Derek fell asleep soon after Peter, hearing trained on Peter’s heartbeat, and he had the best sleep in a long time.

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Layton Brothers: Devil’s Child (7): Chapter 6: Fallen Angel

A/N: Warning: If you have Dissociative Identity Disorder, note that not everything in here is accurate, and I apologize and acknowledge this in advance as it is for the sake of plot continuation.

Word Count: 2631

Time: ???

Blaine felt his eyes drift open. He looked around to find himself sitting on a green chair in an office. It was tidy, small stacks of paper neatly placed on the large desk that was parked in the near middle of the room, and file cabinets in a simple row against the left wall. Against the right wall, there was a small shrine, decorated with pictures of Jesus and candles; a fairly sized cross was placed on the wall above the shrine. In the back, there was a corkboard with five pictures. Upon inspecting them, he realized with horror that pictures were of the Baker children when they were young.

The exact same pictures that Lucille had shown them.

Blaine noticed the door in the back. Before he could get up to check it, however, it opened to reveal a shadowy figure.

"Layton! You're-!" Blaine paused. The man behind the door may have been as tall as Alfendi, but it was anyone but.

The man had deep, jet black hair and stubble, his eyes a bright, glowing green. The suit he wore was clean and crisp, showing him to be a man of whom no one was to trifle with. The same could've been said for his pants and shoes; they showed nothing but professionalism.

"Hello!" the man suddenly said in a kind and soothing voice, his stern face immediately switching to a friendly smile, "Mr... Dartwright, correct? It's what your badge states anyway."

Blaine only nodded, too afraid to speak.

The man seemed to notice this, putting his hands up in a calming matter.

"I apologize for making you uncomfortable, as well as attacking you. The Lord does not wish us to attack our brethren, after all."

Blaine calmed down, albeit still a little jumpy. This man seemed so kind and friendly; how could he abuse his own children?

"I myself have already asked for forgiveness. Both for you and me, as you were the ones to trespass." he stated the last portion in a matter-of-factly tone. He sat at the desk in front of Blaine.

"However, I digress." he smiled, "You did return my daughter, and now I can possibly continue her therapy."

Blaine's heart began to quicken.

"What therapy?" he asked cautiously. The man sighed.

"I'm unsure as of whether or not it's obvious, but my dear Lucille is... not in the best mental state..." he tapped his fingernails against the desk. "Oh, but where are my manners? My name is Lucius. Lucius Baker; a pleasure to meet you." He held out his hand. Blaine wearily took it.

"Blaine Dartwright; the pleasure's all mine. If you don't mind me asking, what mental state?"

Lucius sighed again, leaning back into his chair before speaking.

"A long time ago, perhaps 16 or summat years, my children were kidnapped, all five of them. When they were found six years later, it was on the side of the road. They refused to come back home, claiming that I was the one who had abducted them, even though I had been mourning with my wife. I can only assume their kidnapper looked like me..." he stood up, walking over to the pictures on the corkboard, "I started attempting to regain their trust, but it's been easier said than done; they keep screaming for me to get away."

He turned to look back at Blaine, "Does she trust you?" he suddenly asked.

Blaine hesitantly nodded, "In a way."

"You wouldn't mind convincing her I'm safe, would you? The yellow eyed man has fled in terror, so I can't ask him. I'll allow you any method and any reward."

Blaine thought about this. Lucius didn't seem like a terrible man, rather someone who wished to be loved by his children again. And if Layton had fled, then he saw this as a chance to take Lucy as his own.

So, if anything, he didn't regret his decision.

***

Time: ???

Alfendi awoke to the searing pain in his head. He tried to rub his head before he realized his state.

He was strapped down to a mental patient table.

Potty immediately panicked, struggling against the thick leather binds until Placid forced him to stop. He suddenly heard a raspy and dry voice a few feet next to him.

"A...l...f...e...n...d...i...? Tha- T..hat you...?"

It was Lucifer!

"Lucifer!" Alfendi exclaimed in response, "What's going on!?"

"D-Dadd...y..." Lucifer strained. Suddenly, they heard footsteps.

Clip, clop, clip, clop

Alfendi's heart seized and tightened as he remembered those heavy footsteps.

A door opened, but Alfendi could not see who had entered, only hearing the footsteps grow closer to his table.

Clip, clop, clip, clop

They stopped and Alfendi saw that his captor wore a wooden mask, painted gold and white.

"I'd keep still if I were you, demon..." a voice from behind the mask spoke, oozing hatred and disgust, "You are in the presence of God's chosen Messiah."

Neither Placid nor Potty could think straight, thoughts scampering about like frightened animals. He felt a sharp pain in his right arm and he yelled in anguish.

"Hurt?" the man asked, "Good. You deserve every bit of pain I give you. Those yellow eyes only enunciate your demon form."

"What did you do to me!?" Potty raged, thrashing about to escape.

"Hm.. And a violent personality to match. Just a few slashes to the arm, nothing more, unfortunately." He muttered the last part, "But you're a lucky demon. I won't start the real purification and banishment until I deem you worthy of it. This one, however..."

He walked over to whom Alfendi could only assume was Lucifer pretending to be asleep. The masked man rose up the knife edged with Alfendi's crimson blood, "Don't you dare try and fool me, you despicable spawn of Satan!" He dug the knife into Lucifer's shoulder, and the boy screamed, failing to hold up the guise.

"Leave him be!" Placid yelled, "Or you'll be under worse charges than you already are!"

In retaliation, the masked man stuck the knife in the same wound, this time twisting and rocking it back and forth. Lucifer responded with even louder screams that pierced Alfendi's eardrums.

"I don't obey orders spouted from the mouths of demons!" the man shouted in fury, "Creatures like you are beneath me!! God himself chose me to eradicate you all!!!"

Alfendi continued to struggle. This man was nothing short of insane; Alfendi couldn't comprehend what was happening, but he did understand one sole thing:

This man was no Messiah.

***

Time- ???

She woke up with a fierce jolt, rolling out of the crude bed she lay in and onto the cold, stone floor. Slowly getting up, she found herself trapped in a cell. Her heart began beating faster, gasping for air as she recognized her surroundings.

It was her old prison.

Lucille walked to the barred wall, gripping the cold, rusty iron. Out of pure survival instinct, she cried out.

"'elp! P-Please?!"

No answer.

"Please!? Somebody 'elp, I'm beggin' you!!"

Still no response.

She was alone.

Just like before.

Her heart felt as though it were being compressed into nothing as she stumbled back, the hopelessness of the situation seeping in. She sunk to the floor and sobbed. Sobbed and sobbed until her eyes could produce tears no more.

It was then she heard the little voices in her head. The voices she hated beyond belief.

Oh, get UP! Loopy cried out, Ya jus' gonna sit there an' bawl while Mr. Two Face and Shitwright are prolly bein' tortured?!

"Don't remind me, please!" Lucille responded aloud in horror. She suddenly heard another scream, a man. It was different; she'd never heard It before.

Alfendi! Lucy exclaimed. Lucille felt her insides squirm and twist about in fear. "Y- You two got any plans?" she asked.

Move. Loopy replied with a firmness no one could disobey. Lucille felt a sharp pain in her head as she closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she saw herself. She was no longer in control.

Loopy stood up, immediately walking over to the bars and inspecting them.

Too thick to hack through with any knife she owned, even in their rusty condition.

Too tough for her currently quivering knees. Damn her father for using such a strong sedative!

She looked around for the lock. Upon seeing it, she unbuttoned her coat, digging around in the small inner breast pocket for...

"Bingo!" she exclaimed, pulling out a paperclip and bobby pin.

She immediately went to work, unfolding the paperclip and putting it and the bobby pin in the keyhole. She placed her ear on the little box as she listened for the heavenly click that ensured her freedom.

After a bit of frustrated attempts, her paperclip broke. Loopy began banging the bars with her head in desperation.

"GoOOOOD jus' LET ME OUT ALREADY!!"

Knees gaining a great strength, she kicked the bars, which promptly broke before falling.

Could've been a lot easier if you 'ad jus' rammed yaself into th' bars... Lucy sang accusingly.

"Shut it, Longstockin'!" Loopy barked.

She walked out, taking a long, hard look down each end of the hall. Her gut said left, but the others just wouldn't shut up about going right.

So she went left to spite them. After a while, she came to a large iron door.

And someone was screaming behind it.

Loopy tried grabbing the handle, but... It was hot? She started panicking as she realized someone was probably boiling in there. She put her sleeves over her hands before violently opening the door.

There, on a mental hospital bed and blindfolded, was Luna, practically being cooked alive.

The entire room was iron, a fire burning bright in each corner and heating the room to an unbearable degree.

Loopy only hesitated for a moment before grabbing the bed and swiftly rolling it out the room, closing the door behind her.

Luna still screamed as Loopy ripped off the blindfold and fiercely held her head, "Luna, calm th' fuck down!"

Upon hearing and recognizing the voice of her sister, Luna stopped screaming.

"Lo-Loopy?" she stuttered, cheeks flushed and some parts of her body tender. Too tender.

"Ya gotta get someplace cowd, ya've been cookin' for far too long." Loopy poked at her sister's shoulders to prove the point.

Luna nodded in response, slowly sinking to the floor. Loopy picked her up and carried her back to the entrance, which she was surprised she had remembered where it was. Putting Luna down, Loopy looked her in the eyes.

"If ya 'ear owt, run for cover." she ordered, Luna nodding. Loopy left, continuing down the hall. She walked and walked but everywhere she went just seemed to lead in a circle. Finally, she huffed.

"Fine, I give up. Lu! Could use a smidge of help!" she shouted, as she took a pen out of her hat and began writing.

Lucille, sensing the distress, opened her eyes to see she had the wheel again. She looked at her hand, seeing the loopy cursive her personality had left behind.

Lead the goddamn way Lu

Lucille looked around only to panic. She didn't recognize this area.

She stamped her foot in aggravation. How was she supposed to help if Loopy didn't even lead her to a place she remembered? Maybe Loopy had meant Lucy?

After failing to coax Lucy out (all she did was bang her head on the wall), Lucille simply turned around and started heading back to the first door she saw. As she reached for the door, she noticed something on the knob.

"Li'le Guardian Spider!" she exclaimed, holding out her hand, to which the little arachnid gladly crawled onto.

"Do you know where t' go?" she asked it, "I seem to 'ave go'en myself lost..."

With a little wave of it's legs, it hopped out of her hand and back onto the doorknob. Lucille went through the door as the little creature scurried down the hall; she followed it until she came to a wooden door. There was no sound behind it, but Lucille put her ear to it.

Nothing.

She twisted the knob a bit.

Locked.

She then noticed the little spider climb up and into the keyhole. After a while, there was a click, to which Lucille pushed the door open.

Behind the door was a whimpering, blindfolded Loosha, wrists strapped above her head and a variety of wires attached to her arms.

Lucille was confused by this method of torture until there was another click, then a loud hum.

Loosha's screams echoed off the walls and into the hall as the volts coursed through her veins. Her body strained and jolted as she struggled to break free, all while Lucille watched in horror.

She was only brought out of her horror when she felt the spider on her hand. It jumped onto the ground, scurrying to the electrical box on the far wall.

Lucille followed, quickly searching for a switch to turn the torture device off. She searched and searched but couldn't find anything obvious. After spending far too long searching and hearing her sister scream, she went with the only viable option she hoped wouldn't end in her sister's death.

She smashed it with her elbow.

The screams stopped abruptly as the Baker child fell limp. It hadn't been long, but Loosha had been through high voltage, much more than a safe amount.

Lucille ripped off Loosha's blindfold. The girl's face was calm, eyes closed and lips slightly parted. Lucille held her hand to her sister's mouth, hoping to feel a breath.

To her relief, it was there, albeit faint. Detaching Loosha from the wires, Lucille carried her sister to a small, unused area of the dungeons.

Upon coming back out into the hall, she heard a voice call her name.

"Lu!"

It was hushed and small; it seemed to come from below. Getting on all fours, she crawled towards the sound, the little spider following suit. They both stopped in front of a small, barred storm drain. Just through the hole, Lucille saw a pair of large, red eyes staring back from the dark.

"Lucas?" she called out into the drain. The eyes, in response, came out to reveal the face of the small Baker.

"It is you!" he cried out, "I'm in our li'le 'idin' spot! Daddy still doesn't seem t'know about it!" Lucille saw him grin a bright, childlike grin she hadn't seen in so long.

"Luna's by th' entrance, and I just put Loosha into a blank area," Lucille called out, "If you can get them to th' safe spot, I'll get Mr. Layton, Mr. Dartwright, an' Lucifer there! Then we can-"

Before she finished, Lucille felt a thick, heavy cloth being forced over her mouth and nose as she passed out. Lucas leapt back, eyes wide and hands over his mouth.

The spider also crawled between the bars, stopping a few seconds as though it was sad to leave the assaulted Baker behind. Regardless, it went down into the darkness. Then, a voice spoke.

"I'm terribly sorry, Luce..." Blaine muttered, "But you have to understand; your father misses you." he glanced into the storm drain. "I'll come by later. You'll need to warm up to him as well."

Blaine then swiftly picked up Lucille and carried her down the hall, blissfully unaware that he had now been dubbed a Fallen Angel as Lucas watched from the shadows with sorrow. Eyes glued to the traitor, he had to hold back his cries for his sister as she was carried further away from the light of safety.

And as Blaine held Lucille, walking through the stone corridors, a pair of red eyes were just opening...

Hey y'all! Sorry for the long ass hiatus: Finals, winter break, Christmas, and me starting to lose interest. But I'm back! And determined to fucking finish this (because my personal goal is to ACTUALLY FINISH A STORY). Anyhow, see you guys next chapter! Boii~!

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foreverrosaliesbitch · 7 years ago

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Prompt list

please take note NONE OF THESE ARE MINE i’ve only taken a few from random blogs around tumblr so i dont own any of these prompts im juts browwowing them and using them if anyone had a problem with that please message me privatly.

secondly when requestting using the prompts plase include

1. pairing eg. Jasperxoc EmmettxRosaliexchildoc

2. the prompt number eg. C.127 and b.12 (note plese refrain from using any more than 3 prompts per request but feel free to request different ideas as many time as you like)

note there are 3 seprate prompt list A, B and c so when reqeusting add what letter A.6 C.89

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PROMPT LIST A

1. “Well, what can I say? I’m a badass.”

2. “Define normal.”

3. “Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?”

4. “Just remember if we get caught, you’re deaf and I don’t speak English.”

5. “Don’t look for any redeeming qualities. I don’t have any.”

6. “It’s amazing how fast the world can go from bad to total shit storm.”

7. “I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass.”

8. “Remind me to kill you. Please.”

9. “I’m listening to you. I’m just not paying attention.”

10. “That’s a little melodramatic, don’t you think?”

11. “Were you dropped on your head?”

12. “She’s crazy. And just when you think you’ve reached the bottom of her craziness, there’s a crazy underground garage.”

13. “She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but I bet behind close doors she’s latex and whips.”

14. “Sorry. I don’t speak skank.”

15. “If I survive, can I go home?”

16. “My middle finger salutes you.”

17. “This is a whole new level of moronic, even for you.”

18. “I don’t have enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel.”

19. “Insanity run in my family. It practically gallops.”

20. “Somebody’s cranky.” “Somebody needs to shut up.”

21. “Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.”

22. “All due respect, but that’s a bunch of crap.”

23. “I am one of the few people in the world who can murder you and leave no forensic evidence behind.”

24. “What did I tell you about calling her/him the devil?” “That it’s offensive to the devil?”

25. “I heard that!” “You were supposed to!”

26. “I need therapy after this.”

27. “You didn’t get in trouble for lying. You got in trouble for lying badly.”

28. “I turned out liking you a lot more that I originally planned.”

29. “I think you’re weird.” “I think you’re boring.”

30. “You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before?”

31. “I’m afraid I’ve been thinking…” “A dangerous pastime.”

32. “I’d explain it to you, but you’re brain would explode.”

33. “Wow, there’s a big surprise. I think I’m going to have a heart attack and die from surprise.”

34. “I’m gonna hit you so hard, it’ll make you ancestors dizzy.”

35. “Even when we were kids, I always kicked your ass!”

36. “Sarcasm is the body’s natural reaction to stupidity.”

37. “You’re good. A monster pain in the ass… but you’re good.”

38. “Well, excuse me, psychic wonder!”

39. “Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably.”

40. “I already know that I’m going to hell. At this point it’s really go big or go home.”

41. “What’s the point in screaming? No one’s listening anyway.”

42. “I’m not a damsel in distress. I’m a damsel doing damage.”

43. “So stick that in your juice box and suck it.”

44. “Never take life seriously. No one ever comes out alive anyway.”

45. “This place hold a lot of memories for me. Some bad, some… No. No, no, all bad.”

46. “You’re insane, but you might also be brilliant.”

47. “What you call insanity, I call inspiration.”

48. “Sometimes I question my sanity. Occasionally it replies.”

49. “Why should we date?” “Because we are attracted to each other.” “I am attracted to pie, but I do not feel the need to date pie.”

50. “Why does everyone assume the worst of me.” “It saves time.”

51. “I like you. You’re different.”

52. “Neither one us is drunk enough for this conversation.”

53. “You’re questioning my methods.” “I’m not questioning it, I’m saying it’s stupid.”

54. “I didn’t do it!” “Then why are you laughing?” “Because whoever did it is a freaking genius.”

55. “You couldn’t handle me even if I came with instructions.”

56. “I care so little, I almost passed out.”

57. “Well behaved woman rarely make history.”

58. “You’re so weird.” “You have no idea.”

59. “The universe may not always play fair, but at least it’s got a hell of a sense of humor.”

60. “You haven’t even seen my bad side yet.”

61. “Obviously you have mistaken me for somebody who gives a shit.”

62. “Rule number one: don’t bother sucking up. I already hate you, that’s not going to change.”

63. “Damn, you’re strong for a little thing.”

64. “It’s called thinking. Go with it.”

65. “Where have you been all my life?” “Hiding from you.”

66. “The girl is strange no question.”

67. “Do us a favor… I know it’s difficult for you… but please, stay here, and try no to do anything… stupid.”

68. “I know most people don’t like me; I don’t care, I don’t like most people.”

69. “You are a very strange person.” “Well, thanks for noticing.”

70. “I can tell that you think what you’re saying is funny, but… no.”

71. “I didn’t steal it. I permanently borrowed it.”

72. “If you pull out my earphones, I will pull out your lungs.”

73. “I don’t dislike you, I nothing you.”

74. “Ah, he’s playing hard-to-get. That’s cute.”

75. “I feel like a freakin’ soccer mom.”

76. “My advice is much more subtle. Stop being an ass.”

77. “I’m just gonna pack up and go straight to hell now.”

78. “My ex? Yeah, I’d still hit that. Except this time it would be with a car or baseball bat.”

79. “She’s complicated like the DaVinci code, you know but harder to crack.”

80. “And just like everything else we do around here, it’s about to get weirder.”

81. “And hello to you too… little homewrecker.”

82. “I don’t need anger management. I need people to stop pissing me off.”

83. “This is fun.” “Seriously, we’re trying to hide a body.”

84. “That’s starting to get annoying”

85. “Hey, hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

PROMPT LIST B

“You can’t just sit there all day.”

“I’m too sober for this.”

“You’re seriously like a man-child.”

“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

“The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”

“She’s hiding behind the sofa.”

“I lost our baby.”

“They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”

“Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

“What’s the matter, sweetie?”

“You’re Satan.”

“I don’t want to hear your excuse. You can’t just give me wet-willies.”

“I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me.”

“Did you just hiss at me?”

“I swear, I’m not crazy!!!”

“The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.”

“How is my wife more badass than me?”

“Be you. No one else can.”

“I haven’t slept in ages.”

“I locked the keys in the car.”

“Are you sure that’s the decision you want to make?”

“Why can’t you appreciate my sense of humor?”

“The kids, they ambushed me.”

“Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!!!”

“Stop being so cute.”

“I feel like I can’t breathe.”

“You need to see a doctor.”

PROMPT LIST C

“I was a joke, baby. I swear.”

“Dogs don’t wear clothes!”

“I didn’t think you could get any less romantic…”

“Safety first. What are you? FIVE?”

“This is girl talk, so leave.”

“Where am I going? Crazy. Wanna come?”

“There’s a herd of them!”

“Do you think I’m scared of a woman?”

“I’m late.”

“Just get home as soon as possible, okay?!”

“You smell like a wet dog.”

“I could punch you right now.”

“Are you going to talk to me?”

“Welcome back. Now fucking help me.”

“If you can’t sleep…we could have sex?”

“I don’t want you to stop.”

“How could I ever forget about you?”

“You’re bleeding all over my carpet.”

“Run for it!”

“We need to talk.”

“Not everyone is out to get you. Stop thinking that. It’s annoying.”

“I want a pet.”

“Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.”

“I’m not wearing a dress.”

“I’m not wearing a tie.”

“Quit beating me up!”

“Please put your penis away.”

“It’s a Texas thing.”

“Don’t argue. Just do it.”

“I hope I’m never stuck with you on a deserted island.”

“Does he know about the baby?”

“Hold still.”

“Enough with the sass!”

“Show me what’s behind your back.”

“Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you.”

“I’m telling you. I’m haunted.”

“I had a bad dream again.”

“I love you, please don’t go.”

“Stay here tonight.”

“Please don’t walk out of that door.”

“I thought things were going great.”

“Don’t you love me?”

“You make every day worth living.”

“I’ll keep you warm.”

“I’m never letting you go.”

“You meant too much to me.”

“I won’t let you.”

“How could you ask me that?”

“Don’t you trust me?”

“I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me.”

“You look amazing tonight.”

“Shouldn’t you be with him/her?”

“I’ve got you.”

“I can’t sleep, can I stay here?”

“It’s late. Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

“How are you feeling today?”

“You look amazing tonight.”

“We’ll figure this out.”

“This isn’t goodbye.”

“What’s cookin’ good lookin’?”

“Wanna go grab a drink?”

“What the hell were you thinking?!”

“Here, let me help you.”

“Kiss me.”

“I care about you.”

“You could have warned me!”

“That was unexpected.”

“You haven’t lost me.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Don’t cry.”

“Please don’t do this.”

“You make me feel safe.”

“You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”

“Thank you, for everything.”

“All I wanted was for you to be happy.”

“I can’t do this on my own.”

“I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.”

“Don’t be afraid.”

“You’re always on my mind.”

“You have no idea how much I want you right now.”

“You’ve always felt like home.”

“I can’t imagine this world without you.”

“You make me feel alive.”

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

“Who cares about what they think?”

“Let’s go.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

“You’ve always got me.”

“I’ve waited for this moment for a long time.”

“Is this okay?”

“You look like you could use a hug.”

“Did you need something?”

“Do you have a ride home?”

“I am home.”

“What happened back there?”

“That’s not gonna happen.”

“Why me?”

“I’m right where I belong.”

“Fine.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?”

“You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?”

“You need sleep.”

“Excuse me?”

“What are you doing?”

“What did you expect?”

“You’re not alone.”

“We’re meant for each other.”

“You’re worth it.”

“I don’t care what anyone else thinks.”

“I’ve always been honest with you.”

“It’s cold, you should take my jacket.”

“Just breathe, okay?”

“When I’m with you, I’m happy.”

“Going somewhere?”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“Don’t be scared, I’m right here.”

“You’re so adorable.”

“I’m better, now that you’re here.”

“I could never forget you.”

“Forget it.”

“That’s in the past.”

“You make me happy.”

“You’re more than that.”

“I won’t lose you too.”

“Come cuddle.”

“Can’t you stay a little longer?”

“It’s not that easy.”

“I’ve had enough.”

“I fell in love with you, not them.”

“You’re the only one I wanna wake up next to.”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“You love me as if I deserve you.”

“This isn’t what it looks like.”

“I didn’t know you could dance like that!”

“I found it in the recycling bin.”

“I know what I want, when I want it. So get over here.”

“This is… exactly what it looks like.”

“There’s so much blood.”

“You should see me in my old uniform. I’m pretty sure it still fits.”

“I know you really want to hang it on the wall, but…”

“We bet and you lost, so you have to do it.”

“Is that a tattoo?”

“I could tell it was your favorite book because of all the notes you wrote in the margins.”

“What do you think? Is purple my color?”

“That is way too expensive.”

“Girls night in?”

“I never imagined myself in a wedding dress.”

“I was scared and I ran.”

“I’m yours, in every way you’ll have me.”

“You might not like me, but you definitely want me.”

“I want to hike up your skirt and take you right here.”

“I love you. I just love her more.”

“A package arrived for you, but there’s no return address and the box looks really old.”

“If I die, I’m going to haunt you.”

“I didn’t say “sex party” as in orgy. I said “hex party” as in witches.”

“You wanted me to walk in on you.”

“This is a totally inappropriate soundtrack.”

“Let’s get wasted and then go piss on his grave.”

“I scalped my Hamilton tickets to pay for it.”

“Hold my hand until it’s over?”

“If you want to get me naked, you’ll have to convince me it’ll be worth my time.”

“I’m a level 72 Rogue and if you tell anyone, I’ll deny it and I will kill you.”

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mojput-mypath · 6 years ago

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THE PATH IS PAVED WITH BROWN-BRICK BLOCKS

No one ever told me the path of awakening is going to be so crappy!

You do a course to release stress and get super sick either before during or after the program - it’s called ‘cleansing’.

You sing mantras and start cry like a baby - but be aware that these are tears of gratitude, of course, even though you feel your insides twisting.

You do a yoga course, all sorts of garbage starts coming out, you get an elephant’s head size headache.

Your chosen cleansing format usually includes a great amount of pooping. The healthiest detox food is tasteless and gives you cramps. Don’t get me started on the emotional turmoil side-effects.

I guess the higher you fly the deeper you get to dig in. Luckily, as we know reincarnation to be a fact, we are not only letting go of traumas, impressions and attachments from this life, but from many, many more, prior to this one. Quite some work!

I guess the spiritual path, at least for me, has been all about going from extremes towards equanimity. It’s been a bumpy ride.

Every time I discover how crap I am, I realise how little I can do to correct it. It’s all about the letting go. But you cannot actually let go, because that means you are doing something akka ‘letting go’. So let go, without making an effort to let go! How, man?

OBSERVING MY WAY TO HELL

Another one is the observing thing. Observe. Yeah right. When I’m in an emotional drama, I am so far from my centre, from my Self, my being, and I want to scream and kick in order to get further and further away, so I can wallow in my unhappiness and unloved-ness. But noooo. You have to observe. And what to observe? Exactly what you DO NOT want to observe. Yet, when you finally get to the observing, you need to check yourself for pretend-observation. “I’m observing, but the drama is still there!” Well, that would not be IT. If you actually manage to observe what is going on and manage to drag all of your laser attention to the body part where it’s all a-cookin’, then it really does INSTANTLY go away. If you manage to get to that point. And then? Then repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

Like for example, when I talk about my love problems, the non-existent love – problems, I get to hear: you should wear some dresses and make-up! People actually did say that. Something that still really pushes my buttons. I am queer and gender-weird, and feel that binary gender and/or sex is a social construct very far from reality of life. When I feel lady-like, I get to be as lady-like as I FEEL to be. When I feel boyish, I dress boyish. When I feel childish, I wear childish, when I feel grown-up, I wear grown-up. Why on earth would I wear more feminine clothes in order to get someone’s attention? I would rather someone sees me at my worst, my nightmare-ish, dramatic, wild self and says: Wow! That is genuine, that is so insane and that is who I want to spend more time with, bring it on!

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ANALYSIS-PARALYSIS

I have several tendencies. One is to over-analyse EVERYTHING. Another one is to always do my best to see from more than one angle. Especially the one that is opposite from mine. Every time my buttons get pushed, I do two things. First, I judge the person or people. I convince myself I have a ‘realistic’ judgement, and that the fact is that they are wrong in some way. Then I go on to analyse why my buttons got pushed, meaning why I got upset. What is it in me that attracted that person and situation in my reality? What did I want to see/learn about myself through the other?

First, judgement only means I am not enlightened. I would wish to comply to what my teacher tells me and what I myself very often experience: that every person is a multitude of impressions, emotions, situations, reactions etc. Whatever it is that I experience with another person is my unique experience, and there may be many people in their life who do not have the same view nor experience I do, with them. Phew, long sentence. Ergo, the person as I experience them, has showed themselves to me in a way that I attracted. That person is not only a bundle of behaviours that are visible to me. The person is much more than that! Aaaaaaand, also, we are all born innocent, and we are ALL God’s children (yes, even the evil ones), all bearing the same substance at our deepest core – love and light. Aaaaaaaaw.

Second, how is it possible that I only wish for joy in my life, but my subconscious is attracting people and situations that do not bring me pure joy and bliss?! Well, because the subconscious is crap! The subconscious creates the game, the dance, the play of life, of being born in this life, on this planet. To rediscover what we already know and is buried deep inside us. If we were aware and enlightened – where would all the fun be in? 7 billion enlightened souls on Earth? I guess we would have a massive ‘leaving the body’ episode and that would be the end of sentient life. There would not be any need for anything, because everyone would be detached and untouched by happenings, karma, people – and then what? No wars, no sharing, no caring, no illness, no happiness, no-thing! It would be too boring to incarnate!

EVERYDAY IN EVERY WAY I LEARN SOMETHING NEW

Today and every day I realise amazing lessons. Today I realised that life can beat us up and that life can really gently care for us – through the same person! All the knowledge that Mr. G shared with us can really be seen. He says: “One never knows when a friend turns into an enemy & vice-versa.” It is really true. I experienced it, that is how I know.

I also realised our perceptions can be so very limited. On the example of parents. We were kids and something happened in regard to our parents. Later in life, depending on who you feel more close to, your mother, your father or yourself, that is the perception you take to have been reality in that past situation. Also, sometimes we don’t understand people and we don’t see them as they are. It can go on for some time. For some, it can be a lifetime. Somewhere, sometime, it is possible for your attitude or perception to change and you say: I was wrong in judging that person this whole time! You understand the truth at some point. At the time you understood another truth, your perception was limited, and then one day it was less limited. But if you saw things in the same way from the beginning, you would miss the moment of the change of perception! Such a precious moment. When your perception changes and you see more clearly all of a sudden – such beautiful times… Full of awareness, forgiveness and relief.

You know, I had such a hard time lately. And the moment came where it stopped being hard. And now it is so beautiful and so lovely, and so blissful and calm, that I don’t regret the crappy time at all. Opposites complement each other – such a simple statement (another pearl of wisdom from Sri Sri). They indeed do so.

I also learned: Awareness of myself, my untouched nature. Feminine strength and masculine attitude. My success and growth is in a way also the success and growth of my parents. There is no need to hide my love and kindness.

ASHRAM BABY LEARNING TO FLY

I realised I lived in a lovely balloon and resisted the lessons I was supposed to learn. I heard today again that the only way to learn new things and to move out of difficult times, emotions and situations is to go directly through them. To live through them.

It can be so lovely to live in the ashram, to care only about your inner world, and ignore or set aside the whole world out there. And that is what I really needed. I know people have lived through worse, but I really feel that I needed to go to rehab for all the things I have lived through, from my parent’s divorce, war and moving between cities, living with different parents at different times and then going through drugs and all forms or awareness killers. I really, really needed the time to reconcile with all the things that happened in my life and move away from my destructive nature. I really needed the time to commit to my spiritual path and set my roots there.

Now, that I am out there, in the world, I realise how supportive my ashram life was. Yet, I always felt I need to get out of the safety and move on in a different direction. And now I see what all are the things I was protected from.

One of them is responsibility. Whatever you cannot learn in the ashram will wait for you outside. Before it was my mom who took full care of me, then it was additionally the ashram, and now I see I have to stop being such a baby and really take bigger responsibility for my life and work. Whether that means I will work in a bakery or be a company director – is irrelevant. I need to make my own decisions and take the punch for whatever the consequences come through. Without thinking a divine power or my mommy will forever protect me for ever having a tough experience.

I was so much in my comfort zone in the ashram, and that helped me become the strong person that I am today. The safe environment helped me get the best out of me and see that I have everything I need.

Here I am now, spreading my wings, bumping into real walls and figuring out how to live with people who do not have the same spiritual beliefs and attitudes like me. Learning how to live, when to let go, when not to. What to stand by, what to leave be. What all this says about who I am, and what I stand for.

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Nitko mi nikad nije rekao da će put buđenja biti tako usran!

Odeš na tečaj oslobađanja od stresa i grozno se razboliš prije, tijekom ili nakon programa – i to ti se se zove ‘čišćenje’.

Pjevaš mantre i počneš plakati poput djeteta – ali budi svjestan da su to suze zahvalnosti, naravno, iako ti se unutrašnjost izokrenula iznutra na van.

Odeš na tečaj joge, i sva sranja počnu izlaziti, prvo te glava zaboli, osjećaš kao da je slonovske veličine sa svom tom boli.

Izabrao si oblik čišćenja koji najčešće uključuje veliku količinu kakanja. Najzdravija prehrana za detoksifikaciju je bezukusna i od nje imaš grčeve u crijevima. A tek nuspojave u obliku emocionalnih uragana.

Pretpostavljam da što više letiš, to dublje moraš prokopati. Sva sreća što znamo da postoji reinkarnacija, pa također i znamo da ne otpuštamo samo traume, utiske i vezanosti iz ovog života, već iz mnogih prijašnjih. Ima tu posla!

Pretpostavljam također da je moj duhovni put označen vraćanjem u sklad, nakon perioda ekstrema. Samo takav je taj put!

Svaki put kada shvatim koliko sam loša, shvaćam kako ima toliko malo toga što mogu napraviti kako bih to ispravila. Sve je u otpuštanju. Ne možeš zapravo otpustiti, jer to isto znači da radiš nešto, znači da ne otpuštaš. Dakle, otpusti, bez napora da otpustiš! Kako, čovječe?

PROMATRAM SVOJ PUT DO PAKLA

Još jedan način je promatranje. Promatraj. Aha. Pogotovo kad sam u emocionalnoj drami, toliko sam daleko od svog centra, od Sebe, svog bića, jedino što želim je vrištati i opirati se kako bi otišla još i dalje od sebe, kako bih se mogla utopiti u vlastitoj nesreći i nevoljenosti. Ali neeee. Moraš promatrati. A što to treba promatrati? Upravo ono što NE ŽELIŠ promatrati. Kad napokon počneš promatrati, moraš samog sebe provjeravati da nije da se samo pretvaraš da promatraš. “Promatram, ali i dalje je drama!” Onda to ne bi bilo TO. Ako uspiješ uistinu promatrati što se događa, i uspiješ potegnuti svoju lasersku pažnju na dio tijela gdje se sve skupa zakuhalo, onda uistinu odmah nestane. Ako se uspiješ dovući do te točke. I onda? Onda ponavljanje, ponavljanje, ponavljanje.

Na primjer, kada pričam o svojim ljubavnim problemima, ili nepostojećim ljubavnim štogod, ljudi mi kažu nesto poput: trebala bi nositi haljinice i šminkati se! Zbilja su mi to rekli. To je nešto što mi zbilja stišće gumbe (botune, dugmad). Ja sam queer, imam neuobičajene definicije roda, i osjećam da je rodna i spolna binarnost daleko od stvarnosti. Kada se osjećam kao dama, obučem se onako kako se u tom trenu OSJEĆAM. Kad se osjećam dečkasto, oblačim se dečkasto. Kad se osjećam kao dijete, obučem se kao dijete, a kada se osjećam kao odrasla osoba, obučem se kao odrasla osoba. Zašto bi, pobogu, nosila ženstveniju odjeću kako bih zadobila nečiju pažnju? Radije bih da me netko vidi u najgorem izdanju, kada sam manifestacija noćne more, drame i divlje sebe – i da kaže: Wow! Ova osoba je autentična, ovo je toliko suludo i to je netko s kim želim provoditi vrijeme – o da!

ANALIZA-PARALIZA

Imam nekoliko tendencija. Jedna od njih je da previse analiziram SVE. A druga je da se uvijek trudim sagledati stvari iz više od jednog kuta. Pogotovo iz kuteva koji su suprotni mom kutu. Svaki put kad me stisne nešto, napravim dvije stvari. Prvo, osudim osobu ili osobe. Uvjerim se da je moja prosudba ‘realistična’ i da je činjenica da drugi nisu u pravu. Onda idem u analizu svojih bolnih točaka, i pitam se zašto me nečije ponašanje uznemirilo. Što je to u meni da sam privukla osobu i situaciju u svoju stvarnost? Što sam htjela uvidjeti/naučiti o sebi kroz iskustvo s drugom osobom? Kao prvo, prosudba s moje strane samo znači da nisam prosvjetljena. Voljela bih da mogu upotrijebiti ono čemu me učitelj podučava i što i sama često iskusim: da je svaka osoba sastavljena od višeslojnih utisaka, osjećaja, reakcija itd. Štogod je moje iskustvo s tom osobom, to iskustvo je samo moje. Moguće je da postoje ljudi u njihovom životu, koji bi mogli istu identičnu situaciju potpuno drugačije doživjeti i protumačiti, nego što sam je ja doživjela. Dakle, osoba koju ja doživljavam ispred sebe se meni pokazala na način koji sam je ja privukla i kako sam je protumačila. Također, ta osoba nije samo nakupina ponašanja koja su samo meni vidljiva. Ta osoba je mnogo mnogo više od toga! Isto tako, svi smo rođeni nevini, i svi smo mi Božja djeca (da čak i oni zločesti), svi smo satkani od iste supstance u našem najdubljem središtu – od ljubavi i svjetlosti. Aaaaah.

Kao drugo, kako je moguće da ja sebi želim samo radost u životu, ali moja podsvijest privlači ljude i situacije koji mi ne donose čisto blaženstvo i sreću? Dakle, podsvijest je zeznuta stvar! Podsvijest kreira igrice, ples, igru života, ovog rođenja u ovaj život, na ovoj planeti. Kako bi ponovno otkrili sve ono što već znamo, ali je zakopano duboko untar nas samih. Kada bi svi bili svjesni i prosvjetljeni – gdje bi tu bila zabava? 7 bilijuna prosvjetljenih duša na planeti? Pretpostavljam da bi se dogodilo jedno mega ‘napuštanje tijela’ i to bi bio kraj života na zemlji. Ne bi više bilo potrebe ni za čim, zato što bi svi bili nevezani i netaknuti događanjima, karmom, ljudima – i što onda? Nema ratova, nema dijeljenja, nema brige jednih za druge, nema bolesti, nema sreće, nema ničeg! Bilo bi se dosadno inkarnirati!

SVAKI DAN NA RAZNE NAČINE UČIM NOVE STVARI

Danas i svaki dan shvaćam nevjerojatne lekcije. Danas sam shvatila još jednom kako nas život može baš tući, i kako nas može brižno njegovati – kroz istu osobu! Svo znanje koje Gdin. G dijeli s nama se baš može doživjeti. Kaže ovako: “Nikada ne znamo kada se prijatelj može pretvoriti u neprijatelja i obrnuto”. To je stvarno istina. Iskusila sam to, zato znam. Shvatila sam isto kako nam percepcija može biti jako ograničena. Na primjeru roditelja. Kad smo bili djeca, svašta smo doživjeli s njima. Kasnije u životu, ovisno o tome s kim se osjećaš bliskije u datom trenutku, s majkom ili s ocem, ili sa sobom, preuzmeš percepciju te situacije koja više ide u prilog toj osobi s kojom si bliskiji. Isto tako, nekada ne razumijemo ljude i ne vidimo ih onakvima kakvi jesu. To može biti tako neko određeno vrijeme. Za neke, možda i cijeli život. Nekad, negdje, moguće je, da ti se stav prema toj osobi ili razumijevanje te osobe toliko promijeni da kažeš: Bila sam u krivu što sam te osuđivala cijelo ovo vrijeme! U nekom trenu shvatiš što je bila istina. U jednom periodu razumiješ da je istina drugačija, da ti je viđenje bilo ograničeno, a u drugom trenu je manje ograničeno. Da si od samog početka već imao finalno viđenje, propustio bi trenutak promjene viđenja, a to je toliko dragocjen trenutak! Kad dođe do toga da ti se percepcija promijeni, i odjednom vidiš sve puno jasnije nego prije – je predivno razdoblje… Puno svjesnosti, oprosta i olakšanja.

Znaš, u zadnje vrijeme mi je baš bilo naporno. Trenutak kada su stvari toliko teške je prošao. Sada je toliko lijepo, toliko divno, puno blaženstva i mira, da uopće ne žalim što je bilo turbulentno. Suprotnosti se nadopunjuju – tako jednostavna izjava (još jedna verzija zrnca mudrosti od Sri Sri-ja). Uistinu je to tako.

Još sam naučila:

Svjesnost sebe, svoje vlastite netaknute prirode. Ženstvena snaga, muški stav. Moj uspjeh i rast je na neki način uspjeh i rast mojih roditelja. Nema potrebe da skrivam svoju ljubav i dobrotu.

AŠRAMSKA BEBICA UČI LETJETI

Shvatila sam da sam živjela u prelijepom balončiću i opirala sam se lekcijama koje sam trebala naučiti. Opet sam danas čula da je jedini način da naučiš nove stvari i kreneš dalje iz teških razdoblja, osjećaja i situacija, je da prođeš ravno KROZ sve to. Proživiš ih do kraja.

Može biti prelijepo živjeti u ašramu, brinuti se za svoj unutarnji svijet, i ignorirati ili staviti sa strane cijeli vanjski svijet. I to je ono što mi je zbilja bilo potrebno. Znam da su ljudi proživjeli i gore, ali osjećam da mi je zbilja bila potrebna rehabilitacija od svih stvari koje sam proživjela – od rastave braka roditelja, rata i seljakanja između gradova, do života malo s jednim, pa malo s drugim roditeljem i na kraju proživljavanje drogiranja i ostalih puteva kojima se svjesnost uguši. Stvarno mi je vrijeme bilo potrebno da se pomirim sa svim stvarima koje su mi se izdogađale u životu, da se udaljim od svoje vlastite destruktivne prirode. Trebalo mi je to vrijeme da se posvetim svom duhovnom putu i tu dobro pustim korijenje.

Sada, kada sam vani u svijetu, shvaćam koliko je život u ašramu bio podržavajuć. Također, uvijek sam osjećala potrebu da se maknem iz te sigurne okoline i krenem u jednom drugom smjeru. Sada tek vidim koje su to stvari od kojih sam bila zaštićena.

Jedna od tih stvari je odgovornost. Štogod nisi savladao u ašramu, dočekat će te tamo vani.

Ranije je majka bila ta koja se sasvim brinula za mene, zatim ašram, a sada vidim da moram prestati biti bebica i uistinu preuzeti veću odgovornost za svoj život i posao. Bilo da to znači da ću raditi u pekari ili biti direktorica – je nevažno. Moram donositi svoje vlastite odluke i primiti udarac za posljedice svojih postupaka. Bez da uvijek mislim da bez obzira što napravim, mamica ili ašramić će me pokriti i neće dopustiti da imam teško iskustvo.

Toliko sam bila umotana u svoju zonu komfora u ašramu, i to mi je pomoglo da postanem snažnija osoba danas. Ta sigurna okolina mi je pomogla da se osjećam sigurno, i da iz tog prostora izvučem ono najbolje od sebe i da osjetim da imam sve što mi treba.

Sada sam tu gdje jesam, širim svoja krila, zabijam se u stvarne zidove i pokušavam otkriti kako živjeti s ljudima koji nemaju ista duhovna uvjerenja i stavove kao i ja. Učim kako živjeti, kada otpustiti, kada ne. Iza čega stajati, a čemu dati da ode. Što ovo sve govori o tome tko ja uistinu jesam, i što predstavljam.

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Regeneration

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“Right, so you used to be a bloke. That I get. What I don’t get is why you were glowin’. It was right freaky.“

Oh, she had been glowing? Makes sense, she supposes. It tended to linger for several hours, keeping on changing in the ‘background’ so to speak.

❝ Residual regeneration energy. See, when we’re mortally wounded or jus’ get too old, we regenerate. Create a whole new body and keep on keepin’ on. It releases a massive amount of hormones called lindos, burning every cell in me body and rewritting my DNA, my brain and my personality. S’why I was a bit confused when we first met. My brain was still cookin’, rewrittin’ itself and changin’. ❞

Lots of information. Slow down a bit.

❝ It ain’t the first time I’ve done it either. First time bein’ a woman, though. ❞

Oh my stars! M’travelin’ through the universe with a video game character, Ryan thought. It was like when you ran your character off a cliff, but the game didn’t save right and you ended up at the bottom, with one less life than before. Nice, easy short cut. Or like reincarnation.

As always, the Doctor was speaking like she was on fast forward, but he caught most of it, even the nonsense words like ‘lindos’. After what he’d seen of the Doctor before, he decided to just take her word on it. She died an old Scottish bloke and turned into a pretty blonde. Okay. She was alien, after all, so why not? “Wait, your whole species does it? Doesn’t that get confusin’, everyone changin’ their face? And do you have a choice, or is it a sort of random avatar sort of thing? And the glowin’ light, if it was healin’ you, then why’d it float away like that?”

❝ Yep! At first, yeah, but we’ve got a way of just… knowin’ who’s who. Can’t really explain it. ❞

For a second, she paused, trying to come up with a good way of putting it. Oh! She’s thought of what to liken it to.

❝ S’like when y’get your hair cut. Or change your clothes. Y’look a bit different but it’s still you. It’s a gamble really. Though I ‘ave seen a few choose what they wanna look like. I never really bothered t’ try. ❞

She gave a shrug at that. Why bother? Let it happen and what she got, was what she’d stick with. It didn’t matter to her what she looked like, so long as she kept on being the Doctor and helping those who needed it. That was all that mattered.

❝ Dispersing, I guess. Eventually it just fades. Very handy though. Helped me survive crashin’ through the train roof. Never wanna do that again. Y’think that crane was high? Should’ve seen how far I fell. Still, can’t blame her. I’d toss me out too if I got wrecked. ❞

“Getting a haircut doesn’t normally involve dyin’. That would be a really, really bad haircut.” Ryan leaned against one of the golden, crystalline columns that lined the TARDIS’ console, trying and failing to picture the Doctor as anyone else than she was now. He believed her, entirely, he accepted it, but it was hard to imagine. She was the Doctor. “Sort of a big change, whole new body.”

An entire world where people just grew a new body when they died, lived their lives over again. That had to be incredible - your loved ones never actually being gone, just changing a bit, and knowing that if you messed up being young you could try again eventually.

“Doctor,” he began, with a weighty pause after, for it felt a bit strange asking - maybe she didn’t have a world, maybe her whole race just went bouncing about in space in blue boxes, “maybe before you take us home, could we stop off on your world? Planet of the Face-Changin’ Time Ladies, that has t’be cool.“

❝ True. ❞

Was her only response to the hair cut comment. It sure would be a bad hair cut. Going in to get it done and bam! You’re dead. Awful business. Anyway. Moving on. She simply nodded as Ryan spoke again, silently agreeing. A very big change indeed, over and over again. It never got any less painful but it was better than alternative.

❝ Yeah? ❞

She answered, resting back on the console as she waited. Something in his pause had her a little concerned. Was he going to ask a heavy question? It sure felt like it. Annnnd he did.

Any traces of happiness drained from her face at the question he asked; Gallifrey. He wanted to visit Gallifrey. Of course. She should’ve seen that one coming. Talk highly of your species and they’ll wanna visit your home for tea and biscuits. Her tongue darted out, wetting dry lips and lowered her head, turning her attention to her boots.

�� ‘fraid not. I mean, it is cool. It used to be cool. But… ❞

She shook her head; she couldn’t, for multiple reasons.

❝ I can’t go back. I won’t go back. Sorry. ❞

Ryan looked at her in concern - he hadn’t imagined that she’d react like that, drawing into herself. He’d always gotten the impression that she didn’t tend to head home very often, but he’d just figured she was like the people who’d left Sheffield after school and now only ever came home for Christmas, and sometimes not even then.

“M’sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. I just figured, we go to all these places, and your world…” This ship… Her ability to cheat death and survive a fall through a train… All the beautiful insanity of this life, on the TARDIS… How could her world not be cool? “It was just an idea, s’fine,”he shrugged, trying to play it off as nothing, and not missing the way she looked down at her boot, which wasn’t nothing, “Are you, you know, fine?”

Oh. She didn’t mean to make Ryan feel bad. It just brought up bad memories she’d rather not think about but… maybe she could give the vaguest of explanations so that the other could understand why she didn’t want to return.

Her head lifted, forcing a smile back on her face.

❝ S’okay, you didn’t upset me. I just… ❞

Another pause, struggling to find the right words to say. Funny, that. The Doctor struggling with words when she’s always so bubbly and talkative. But talking about Gallifrey is something she needs careful words with.

❝ It was beautiful. The second sun would rise in the east and it’d make the forest glow like it was on fire. And one of the moons shone so bright you’d see it up there with the sun. At night, the sky would turn a warm orange, and you’d see all the stars the universe had to offer. All the stars we were only allowed to watch. Oh, but the golden fields, and the slopes of red grass I used to run through when I was a kid. ❞

A pained but adoring smile on her lips. It was beautiful, and they were good memories. But it also hurt. She spoke lovingly of it, even if there was sadness in her eyes. She’d love to return, but there was a reason she left in the first place.

❝ I’d love to take you back there but they won’t welcome me back with open arms. Why would they? I stole a TARDIS and ran away. Broke their rules. But who needs ‘em, am I right? I’ve got you guys ‘n’ the whole universe out there to explore. ❞

That wasn’t all but it was all she was willing to say right now. A grin was back on her face, wiping away any sadness she had displayed. Focus on the good things. Her fam. The TARDIS. And their adventures. It was all she needed.

“You stole the TARDIS?“ Ryan blurted, almost more surprised that he wasn’t surprised than he was surprised about that particular revelation. Why did that fit so well? He’d never been quite able to imagine the Doctor picking the TARDIS out of a line of blue boxes like a car lot, and her confusion over the controls had dissuaded a theory that she’d built the ship herself. But stole it? It suited, somehow, her way of approaching life, breaking the rules and putting them back together for the better. “So what,“ he joked, “you afraid you’ll go back and get her repoed? Sounds really amazin’ though, your world. You know, sometimes I think Graham still half-believes you’re joshin’ on the whole alien thing.“

He strolled around the console. Flying around the universe in a stolen time machine with a blonde alien who sounded like she was from Yorkshire. He’d never get used to this, he never wanted to get used to this. “What d’you mean though, only allowed to watch? Why’d they go and build a bunch of time machines if they weren’t goin’ to use them? S’like those people who buy action figures only to stick the boxes on a shelf.” He’d once made his mate Mike livid when he was about ten and he’d pulled one of his ‘collector items’ off a shelf to play with it. Mike had only ever come round his place after that - Ryan was half sure Mike, or Mike’s dad, had secretly banned him from their house.

There was a simple ‘yep’ and a nod in reply to his question, a smile on her face that showed that she didn’t regret it for a second. The TARDIS was her ship, her home, and she wouldn’t trade it for anything. It gave her a chance to explore everything she had dreamt of visiting, to take part in traditions and meet new species. Who wouldn’t love a ship that can give you everything you’ve ever wanted?

❝ After everythin’ we’ve seen, it’s hard to deny that I am. ❞

She shrugged a shoulder. It’ll sink in eventually. Sometimes it takes a while, and sometimes they get into it immediately. She’s pretty sure that Graham is on board with it all, even if he still questions her choices of running into danger sometimes. Less so now, thankfully.

❝ ‘Cos of the damage the Time Lords did. They changed events, took part in wars, messed with things they shouldn’t have ‘n’ it caused the Eternal War. Minyans almost went extinct after we gave ‘em technology that couldn’t use responsibly and the Time Lord’s meddlin’ on Klist accidentally reversed evolution for the inhabitants there. Drove ‘em all mad. After that… Rassilon issued the non-interference policy. Only allowed to observe ‘n’ not get involved. ❞

A rule which the Doctor breaks frequently despite saying they weren’t going to interfere. Sometimes she just can’t sit back and do nothing when there is injustice happening to the people in front of her. Especially when it takes lives. The only times when she can’t do that is when it’s an event that is a fixed point in time. An event that she can’t interfere in no matter how much she wants to.

❝ You can guess how much they must’ve loved me, eh? They forced me t’regenerate and exiled me to Earth when I broke the policy. So, y’know. Try t’avoid ‘em. ❞

Non-interference. That was so not the Doctor, no matter how much she might insist that they not interfere on different planets or different times they nearly always ended up fixing something, changing someone’s life, saving someone. He could see why she didn’t get on with her people and beyond that… they’d executed her. And for what? Saving people. Although it wasn’t the same as it was on Earth, being executed when she could just take on a new body, all of his desire to see her world flickered to nothing in a moment.

“That’s horrible,“ he said. “That wasn’t when you fell through the train though, yeah? ‘Cos you said the TARDIS was explodin’. How long ago was that then, the whole exile thing?“ She’d gone through a few regenerations, he knew; there was the grey haired Scotsman, and a few she’d mentioned before that one in her various stories.

“I mean it could be worse though, Earth. All the worlds in the universe and you seem t’come here a lot.“ Other than mistaking a hotel tycoon for Ed Sheeran, she almost got more pop culture references that he did. And they ended up on Earth nearly every other trip - although maybe that was for their sake. He almost wondered if she’d spent more time on Earth than on her own world - maybe Graham was right, maybe she wasn’t as alien as she liked to claim.

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