#me when my dead nemesis is alive and trying to get me arrested: *holds back tears while caressing her face* i've always hated your husband

[dubiousdisco]

Somebody tell me if I'm insane for thinking they were going to kiss here because nobody else thought they were going to kiss and I'm!!!

I ripped it off from the official yt channel and subtitled it in english for (some) context but the main thing is: they're childhood friends, turned famous singers, turned enemies, flora killed donatela's husband who was also her own lover, went to jail, got out of jail, made everyone think donatela did it and donatela had to fake her own death. In this scene Donatela tried to trick flora into believing she was losing it to get a confession out of her.

I couldn't find the very next scene but she says "You're worried about me?" and kinda smiles and …Harold?

[whump-a-la-mode]

Nemesis - Part 3

This part is a little more plot heavy, but I added in some nice Whumpy bits too! I hope you guys enjoy, and thanks everyone for their suggestions!

Also, the next part of this may be a bit late, as I’m planning for my next piece to be the continuation of Villainsicle!

CW//Mentions of law enforcement, mentions of therapy/treatments, restraints, medical abuse, begging, screaming, forced sedation, needles, blood

Open the door.

It would be so simple. The entrance was constructed of little more than wood and a flimsy lock. Even someone without the benefit of powers could break it. And, based on what Hero had seen so far of this place, it may not have even been locked.

Just open it.

Open the door, and they could sleep again.

Open the stupid door.

But...

Hero’s hands clenched into fists, their gaze moving upwards, fixing upon the metal plaque upon the door.

‘43′

Beyond the simple plank of wood, their nemesis was laying. Suffering. Trapped in their own mind.

They could open the door, just twist the knob, and save them. In any other time, any other instance, it was what they would have done. They knew the way the others spoke of them, joked about them. Saying they’d jump off a bridge, even if their friends hadn’t done it first. They couldn’t control their impulses. That was what Leader always wrote, in the reports. Impulsive. Reckless.

That’s what they were. Reckless.

But that was back when it didn’t matter. That was back when the only one in danger was them. Hero. Now that Villain was part of the equation?

They had to think. They had to be smart.

Hero bit their tongue with enough force that the taste of bloody iron washed over their taste buds.

They didn’t open the door.

Around the corner, a doctor in blue scrubs furrowed their brow, and dipped away to make a phone call.

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“If I’m being completely honest, Hero, I wasn’t expecting you to contact me again.”

Hacker spoke with their head down, sheepish, as though a child apologizing for breaking a toy.

Again, the two sat in the same diner: It was busy, but crowded enough that they could simply blend into the lunch rush without fuss. To avoid questions, the both of them had ordered an appetizer, though neither of them had much of an appetite to speak of.

“You weren’t? Why’s that?”

“I mean...” They leaned back in their seat, pressing their spine against the padded booth seat back. “I didn’t think you’d care? That sounds kind of rude now that I’m saying it out loud but... The stuff I was showing you, I assumed you were already aware of it.”

“You thought I knew the way Villain was being treated?”

“Kind of? That’s the kind of stuff they tell you, right?”

“Eh...” Hero dropped their gaze. “Not really. That’s not our business. We catch the crook, what happens to them after isn’t really our focus.”

Hacker frowned.

“It’s not?”

“No.”

“So you didn’t know?”

“Not at all. I knew they were at that facility but... I thought it was fine. I thought Villain was fine.”

“Maybe I should have told you sooner, then.”

“You knew?”

“Well.” There came the embarrassment once more, their cheeks flushing. “For the scale of your organization, your cybersecurity is a little... lacking. Everything from that rehab facility, it’s stored on an off-site backup. Their on-site security is decent, but once it goes through that external data channel, it’s caught right in my net.”

“Is that right?”

“Don’t tell anyone, please?”

“Trust me, I wasn’t planning on it. I have much bigger problems than low level hackers.”

“Hey!”

“That’s not to say you’re a low-level hacker.”

“That’s better. Then, if you’re not here to like, arrest me-”

“That’s what you thought I was doing?”

“Kinda. If that’s not what you want, what do you want?”

“I want to know more.”

Hero had made the decision upon planning this meeting that they were not to tell Hacker about their visit to the facility. Despite the aid they had already offered, it was hard to trust someone who admitted to criminality with such nonchalance. And, besides, Hero was almost certain that their superiors wouldn’t be happy to know about their distraction.

“More?”

“You’ve been watching them for a while, right? I want to know more. Everything about Villain, everything about the whole place. How much do you know?”

“A lot. I have a considerable amount of files, though I have no way of knowing how many more there are that I don’t have. How many they keep on-site.”

“But you have information?”

“I have a lot of junk. Taxes, insurance, quarterly reports, formalities. Prescriptions for mundane crap like, I don’t know, allergies. But, I think I have a few diamonds in the rough. You’re going to have to be more specific than that, though. I do need something to work off of.”

Hero nodded, biting their lip. They hadn’t exactly thought this far ahead.

They were getting Villain out of that so-called rehab facility. They knew that much. But they needed to be smart about it. They needed information. They needed to know how they could get their friend- foe out of that place quickly, safely, and with as little noise as possible.

“The facility.” They began. “How does it work? It’s a relatively small facility housing a relatively large number of dangerous criminals. How do they... help them? They’re not all treated like Villain, right?”

“I don’t think there’s enough drugs on the continent to keep them all like Villain. Their methods of treatment are... unclear. The patient reports indicate what therapies each one is undergoing, but they don’t have names. Just numbers. Codes. Whatever they do in there, they keep it in house. My doctor friends have never heard of any of it, before.”

“Then how do they do it? Drugs?”

“If they have some kind of secret therapy, I don’t know about it. But they do have something else. They call it AMRS.”

“AMRS?”

“The Automatic Magnetic Restraint System. A fancy name for a crude practice. They’re vague about it, of course, but from what I can tell, each resident wears these four ring things. Bracelets, it calls them. One on each wrist, one on each ankle. A single push of a button, and they all link together. Any escape stopped in a second.”

“That seems...”

“Cruel? Yeah. But I guess it could be worse. As far as how the facility operates, though, that’s all I have. It’s not drugs, as far as I can tell. I have those dosage reports for everyone, and those that take medicine seem to do so for genuine medical conditions. Insulin, epilepsy medication, that kind of thing.”

“None of the others are sedated?”

“Not officially.”

“But Villain...”

“I think if they were any more heavily sedated, they’d go right from a temporary sleep to a permanent one.”

“You mean-”

“They’d die, yes. It’s called a euphemism, dumbass.”

“I know that. So, what about Villain, do you have anything else on them?”

“They’ve been kept heavily sedated since they arrived. Regular patient records, they just... don’t have them. No behavior reports, no treatment reports, nothing.”

“I guess they’re not really treating them.”

“Yeah.”

“They’ve really been kept like this, ever since I- Ever since they arrived?”

“As far as I can tell, yes.”

“Then it wasn’t reactionary.”

“What do you mean?”

“They didn’t try to like, blow up the facility, or kill up all the staff, or anything?! They were just knocked out. Locked up. They weren’t even given a chance to be good?”

Hacker lowered their gaze, nodding.

“Why?”

“Are you sure you want-”

“You know why?”

“I’m not certain, but-”

“Show me.”

Hacker startled a bit, but nodded once more, starting up their beast of a laptop and typing for a considerable amount of time. Hero could not help but hold their breath, and when the computer was at last turned to face them, they felt about to pass out.

“Wait.” Hacker spun the computer back. “You need to promise me something, first.”

“What?” Hero hated how desperate they sounded.

“Whatever you do, after you see this... please, just think it through.”

“Okay.”

“Do you promise?”

“I promise.”

“Okay.”

The screen was returned to Hero.

They halfway expected another video feed. A video of Villain, destroying and killing and doing something, anything to deserve their current treatment.

Instead, they were faced with an email. Or, at least, a screenshot of one. Passed through enough computers that the jpeg artifacts had begun to show.

An email from Director to Head Doctor.

The text was simple. Curt. A simple request to destroy a life.

“I am certain that you are aware of the new patient you will be intaking tomorrow. I request that you do not classify them among the other patients. Normal intake procedures will be unnecessary. You need only keep them contained. Alive if you can, dead if you must.

Villain must never see the light of day again. I trust that you will be able to accomplish this.

Thank you-- Do not forget that we will be meeting for lunch next Wednesday.”

Not even a hundred words. That was all it took, to turn a spirited fighter to a vegetable.

“Thank you, Hacker. I think... I think I need to go home.”

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Hero’s parting from the restaurant was sudden enough to make several other patrons look up. Hacker could not help but feel embarrassment well up in their chest. They hated being out in public like this.

They figured, even with the cold food sitting before them, they should be going. Finger on their mouse, they closed the email on the screen, revealing-

Not their desktop.

They had forgotten. They had meant to show Hero and they had forgotten.

Now, the video sat there, waiting. A chipper white arrow informing them that it was ready to play at any time.

They shouldn’t have. Hell, they could have at least waited to go home. But...

Hacker plugged in a set of earbuds, setting the buds themselves in their ears.

They clicked play.

Even on the rather low-quality security camera footage, the crash was loud enough to make Hacker jump. Three lab-coated figures, a mess of limbs and white coats, leapt atop the hospital gown wearing person like a predator after prey.

Villain was not facing the camera, but it made no difference. Their voice made them more than distinctive enough.

“Get the fuck off of me! Get off get off get off!“ The scream was loud enough to break the microphone’s volume filter, turning into a single, mournful screech.

If the labcoats heard, they did not listen. They positioned themselves along their captive’s body-- one holding their legs, one the arms, and one forcing their face to the tile.

“Please!”

The fourth figure wore a different outfit, a pair of blue scrubs, though the camera quality made them appear almost grey. Represented by only a few pixels, the syringe in their hand was none the less distinctive.

“Hold them still, please.” The doctor muttered, kneeling down beside Villain, their hysterical screaming not missing a beat.

“No! No! Please, please don’t do this! I don’t want to go! Please!”

There were no comforting words. Only the satisfied nodding of the head doctor as their needle slipped deftly to a vein and administered its contents.

“What is that, what is that, no no no please!”

A nurse handed down another syringe, and another, and another. The timestamp in the video’s corner dragged on in agonizing slowness as new pinpricks of blood welled up over Villain’s skin.

It took only a few minutes for their screaming to stop. Then their thrashing. Then, they closed their eyes.

It would be a long, long time until they opened them again.

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Of course, home was not a place of rest. Not as much as Hero would have liked it to be. They were not a civilian-- they were not that lucky. They did not have the chance to return home to a soft bed and a loving family.

No. When they went home, they went to work.

It was only past noon when they returned home to the HQ. A time at which the towering building stood largely abandoned, its occupants leaving in droves to flood the nearby restaurants like a locust swarm.

Riding the elevator to the floor containing their quarters, Hero hoped beyond hope that their team, too, had gone out.

But, of course, they had no such luck.

They didn’t even make it to their quarters. No, as soon as the elevator doors opened, their heart sunk.

“I saw you walk in.” Leader’s arms were crossed over their chest, a single eyebrow raised. “Let’s go to my office.”

“I was just about to go back to my dorm-”

“Actually, you were just about to follow my orders and go to my office.”

Hero slumped their shoulders. They didn’t have the energy to fight this, especially since they knew it was a fight they couldn’t win.

Leader’s office was a place they had all visited, though never under good circumstances. It was far too immaculately kept for what it was used for, a solid oak desk standing in a room well decorated with house plants and bookshelves. Leader took their seat, and Hero reluctantly did the same, across from them.

“So,” Leader began--they were not one for formalities. “When exactly when you planning on telling me?”

“If you’re going to yell at me about something, you at least have to tell me what.”

“Teammate told me, yesterday. They found out why you’re getting so distracted.”

Hero dropped their gaze. They weren’t exactly surprised about this. They only hoped Teammate had kept their mouth shut about their plans.

“It’s really nothing.” Hero tried. “I’ll get over it.”

“This anniversary you’re getting so upset over was ten days ago. By the time you get over it, another year will have already passed. So, no. You’re not getting out of it that easily. I need to know what’s gotten you so worked up.”

Hero gripped the arm of their chair.

“I’m worried. That’s all. Worried about Villain. It’s been too long. They’ve been so silent for so long.”

Leader frowned.

“I can personally assure you that Villain is being well taken care of. The rehabbers have more experience than you could imagine.”

“That’s just it! Villain spent so long terrorizing the city, and they’re still here. But they’re so quiet.”

Leader sighed, sitting up straight in their chair.

“This isn’t just a minor distraction. You need to know that. It’s reflecting on your performance, and heavily. Enough that Director has noticed.”

“Director?”

“Yes. They asked me about the situation, and I informed them of your current problem. They stated that, if it really is such a concern to you, they can have Villain moved to another facility. Somewhere farther.”

“No!”

“What? They think it would help, really. Out of sight. Out of mind.”

“No. They need to be here.”

“And why would that be?”

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Thanks so much for reading! Just like last time, there are two options along with every part of this story. Alongside each options is a question, so that you guys can give more specific suggestions if you so wish. The option that receives the most votes will be the choice that our Hero makes!

A.) Leader can help. Tell the truth - Should Hero tell Leader about Director’s role in Villain’s condition?

B.) Leader can also ruin the whole operation. Lie - What should Hero do next?

[remuslupinfest]

Remus Lupin Fest 2020 Master List (Anon)

We're pleased to release this years Master List of fics, sorted by ship and alphabetically! There's 38 incredible works! Author and artist reveals are next week.

GEN

TITLE: First Year SUMMARY: I hope whoever prompted this in the first place is happy with the result. I know it's super messy but I was experimenting a bit with my style!

TITLE: On Talking SUMMARY: Five conversations Remus Lupin and Minerva McGonagall have during Prisoner of Azkaban and one they do not.

TITLE: One of Many Happy Moments SUMMARY: Remus has only come back home from one of particularly typical days of teaching in Hogwarts, but he couldn’t refuse Teddy to read the book together

TITLE: Remus Lupin Sleeping Peacefully SUMMARY: Prompt: Remus sleeping peacefully.

TITLE: Tousled SUMMARY: Prompt: Remus wrapped in a sheet/duvet going to the bathroom or kitchen after having had sex with someone. Maybe someone knocks on the door and he can’t find his trousers. He’s flushed, tousled and possibly has a hickey or two.

REMUS/MISC

TITLE: A Heart Grows Warm SUMMARY: After the war, Remus is a single father and desperate for a job. Snape hires him to work in his potions shop, but Remus can't ignore the building sexual tension between them.

TITLE: Bad Moon Rising SUMMARY: James, Lily and Voldemort all died on Halloween night. Years later, Remus is working in the Auror Department on a confusing case of a transformed werewolf stalking a family outside of a full moon and is assigned a brilliant new Auror, Nymphadora Tonks, to work with him.

TITLE: Briseé SUMMARY: Death eater!Remus struggles to face his past after the death of his lover and the end of his freedom.

TITLE: Care to Share? SUMMARY: Remus had every intention of enjoying solidarity over the holidays. That may change now that he's not the only Slytherin staying behind.

TITLE: His Luck SUMMARY: Modern setting, model/photographer AU for Remus Lupin and Narcissa Black. Written for the Remus Lupin fest 2020.

TITLE: Hold Me While You Wait SUMMARY: Remus Lupin just needs someone to hug him.

TITLE: One Night In Barcelona SUMMARY: The chemistry was too much to resist.

TITLE: Readjusting SUMMARY: When Voldemort murders Frank and Alice Longbottom, their baby survives. Meanwhile, Lily moves into a flat in Muggle London. Alone. With baby Harry and the cat. Remus helps.

TITLE: The Paths We Take SUMMARY: Lily Evans Lupin is a detective, though her husband Remus' name is on all the paperwork. He writes incredible tales while she solves mysteries. All seems normal as the Second World War ends, and Lily is hoping for peace and eventual renown for her talents legally attributed to Remus. Her and Remus' entire world comes crashing down once more as Sirius O. Black, Remus' first love, enters their agency, with one request: to find his missing brother Regulus, who joined the Nazis and hasn't come home. Can Lily find the missing Regulus? Can Remus face his heartbreak?

TITLE: You keep messing with my brain SUMMARY: The awful truth was that when he had noticed Regulus Black he couldn’t exactly look away anymore.

WOLFSTAR

TITLE: AMOR VINCIT OMNIA (love conquers all) SUMMARY: Remus, a servant boy to the cruel Emperor Voldemort, meets Sirius, a charming nobleman. Together they fight for freedom and love in Ancient Rome.

TITLE: An Endearing Portrait SUMMARY: At the beginning of their seventh year at Hogwarts, Sirius fears that Remus’s mother and perhaps Remus himself, too, prefers someone else.

TITLE: Falling Into Place SUMMARY: There's always been something special about Remus Lupin, even if it's taken Sirius Black until his seventh year to realize it. Too bad he spends so much time agonizing over his changing feelings that he loses his chance. In which Remus acts like an idiot, Marlene is the snarky voice of reason, James is a mother hen, Peter is confused, and Sirius is seriously jealous.

TITLE: Fate and Other Ambiguous Notions SUMMARY: Truth be told, Sirius has never really paid much attention to Remus before... (Slytherin!Remus, Gryffindor!Sirius)

TITLE: Hold Me While You Wait SUMMARY: Remus Lupin just needs someone to hug him.

TITLE: If You’ll Be Waiting SUMMARY: Remus gets the Information that Sirius is probably still alive. He goes on a road trip to Germany with Harry to find him.

TITLE: In the Throws of You SUMMARY: Prompt 178: Sirius has a track record for picking bad BDSM doms, but luckily Remus is always there to provide the proper aftercare he needs.

TITLE: Ivory and Gold SUMMARY: Sirius Black is all Remus has been looking for and more. A muse, an inspiration, a theme he never wishes to let go. He’s magnetic. And Remus lets himself be pulled in.

TITLE: Let the Awful Song Be Heard, Bluebird SUMMARY: Prompt: I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way. I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal. So this letter is really just a squeal of pain. – Vita Sackville West In some ways, they are still Padfoot and Moony.

TITLE: making a fool out of myself (for you) SUMMARY: Sirius and Remus have been friends for years. However, unbeknownst to the other, both of them have a secret life working as a clown. Over the years, Remus and Sirius have competed against each other in the clown/birthday party circuit, becoming actual clown enemies of each other without knowing their true identities... until now, that is.

TITLE: Meet the Moonies SUMMARY: Remus introduces Sirius to his parents for the first time.

TITLE: Renewal SUMMARY: Remus and Sirius return to Remus's cabin together after the events of Harry's third school year come to a close. Remus decides that Sirius would be much better off with a haircut and some TLC.

TITLE: Sanctify My Body (With Pain) SUMMARY: When Remus leaves for what is essentially a suicide mission, Sirius finds himself grappling with the realities of a life where he doesn't know if the love of his life is dead or alive.

Perhaps the most confusing question in these situations is: which is worse?

TITLE: Siren songs SUMMARY: Sirius had heard of mermaids before, of course. They were all over the songs bards performed at his parents' table and the tall tales sailors traded in every port. He had never given much thought to whether or not the stories were true, though. Imagine his surprise when he and his best mates found themselves shipwrecked on an unfamiliar shore, with a breathtaking and mysterious merman for their only ally.

TITLE: Sweet Nuthin’ SUMMARY: When the summer between third and fourth year begins, Sirius expects it to be nothing but lazy days, harmless pranks with James, and the occasional meet-up with the rest of his friends from Hogwarts. Those plans go out the window rather quickly when he gets a sudden glimpse of Remus Lupin, a mysterious boy who changes everything about Sirius Black's life and shows him that love will always win in the end.

TITLE: Teddy’s Wedding SUMMARY: Teddy's wedding brings about memories of the past and hopes for the future.

TITLE: That Iron Taste SUMMARY: In the middle of a particularly bitter winter, a new attendee starts showing up in Father Black’s congregation. He is entirely unfamiliar and wholly arresting. In his wake there will be confusion, horror, heat, bliss, blood, and perhaps the end of reality itself.

TITLE: The Great Gay Pornstar Twitter Feud of 2020 SUMMARY: “So what I’m hearing is that you’ve got a date with your hot, clever, fellow porn-star twitter nemesis, of whom you once said ‘I’d rather die than let that pretentious knobcloud touch my dick’... is that about right?”

“... Yes.”

Or; Remus Lupin forgets to turn the fucking camera on.

TITLE: The King I Could Become SUMMARY: Prince Sirius of Nox has one thing he cannot stand. Or rather it should be said, one person. Prince Remus of Lupos. They had never gotten along well, though their kingdoms are close allies, but a disturbance in the lands has brought them together on a quest. They'll be able to take down this threat...if they can survive each other's presence first.

TITLE: The New Sailing Master SUMMARY: Sirius is a pirate, Remus is a fugitive, Remus manages to get a lift aboard the Blithering Idiot and it's love at first sight…

TITLE: Things We Can’t Say SUMMARY: Prompt 18: Angst during the first war, based on being on opposite sides. Trying to convince them to join the light side maybe, or accidentally injuring each other or close friends of each other.

TITLE: Thoroughly Debauched SUMMARY: Prompt: Remus riding Sirius in a chair

TITLE: To Admit What Is Not More Illegal SUMMARY: On Valentine’s Day in their seventh year at Hogwarts, Sirius tries to offer what Remus needs, and starts figuring out if he's ashamed of something, and if he is, what it is.

TITLE: You Would Be Calling Me Moony SUMMARY: A month after Sirius falls through the Veil, Remus starts seeing Sirius in his dreams. But they're only dreams...right?

[blackmissfrizzle]

The Sacrifice

Summary: Dean finds out the reader is a virgin. Based on 3x12 

Characters: Dean x black!reader

A/N: So, I’m basically doing a series rewrite of my favorite episodes. This is is based on the the reader’s and Dean’s relationship through the years. Its based on A Match Made in Hell Series.  I’m not doing this in a linear order, but I’ll make a separate masterlist for this series and put the fics in order.

When you get the chance, you’re putting a bullet right between that British bitch’s eyes. Bela had managed to steal the colt and get the boys arrested by Agent Henricksen. The only reason that you weren’t in a cell with the boys is, that Henricksen could never physically tie you to the boys except for your Stanford connection with Sam.  So, all he could do was call you to “consult” on the case.

“Where are you going Agent Y/L/N?” Henricksen stopped you on the way to the cell. At the sound of his voice, your body immediately went stiff. Agent Henricksen wouldn’t be too bad if he wasn’t so focus on locking up Sam and Dean, but you also understood from his point of view. With his limited knowledge and evidence, it all points to the boys being devil worshipping, psychopathic killers.

“To talk to an old friend and try to figure out how’s he connected to all this. That’s what you wanted me here for, right?” You cocked your head to the side, annoyance clear on your face.

Henricksen slowly approached you, trying to make himself seem bigger to intimidate you. Too bad for him, nothing scares you anymore, but you won’t let him know that. “Yeah, I brought you here so I can see your face when you see that your best friend and your boyfriend are finally locked up in a maximum-security prison.” He searches your face a reaction, but you didn’t give him one. “It may take me awhile, but one day I’m gonna get the evidence and then it’ll be you sitting in a jail cell.”

Throwing up the peace sign, you sauntered off. “Good luck with that, Henricksen,” you yelled over your shoulder.

—

“And why is that a good thing?” You questioned Dean after hearing him brag to Sam that they got a hit out on them.

“Because we’re awesome, that’s why.” You rolled your eyes at his arrogance. “Hey, why didn’t the demon go after you?”

In a blink of an eye, you flashed your eyes to black. “Oh, I forgot, you’re their precious half demon spawn.”

Ignoring his little snub, you pointed to Dean’s gun shot wound. “How’s the shoulder?”

“Eh, I’ll live. That’s if we don’t get killed first.”

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother before turning to you. “Is there any way you can get us out of here, Y/N/N?”

“No,” you sighed deeply. “Henricksen’s watching me like a hawk. He’s ready to throw me in a cell with you guys.”

“Well, ain’t that just peachy,” Dean muttered to the side.

The sheriff walked in on your discussion. It seemed that he was in a daze as he unlocked the boys’ cell, ordering them to leave. All three you were suspicious, and the boys refused to leave.

Before you could order the sheriff to get out Agent Henricksen came to do the same. However, nothing got settled because Henricksen put a bullet in the sheriff’s head.

Sam wrestled the gun away from him and began performing an exorcism while you and Dean held back the deputy.

Right before Sam sent the demon to hell, he screamed that it was too late and that more were coming.

“I shot the sheriff,” Henricksen confessed.

“But you didn’t shoot the deputy,” Dean joked, which earned him a kick to the back of his knees from you.

—

*Dean’s POV*

My eyes find her while I’m in the office with Henricksen. She’s talking to the secretary with that warm smile on her face that magically seems to calm everyone down despite being in the worst of situations. I’m too damn worried about her to focus on anything else despite the fact she needs no protection and can kick my ass to kingdom come.

“Scratch that. You just don’t have your brother. You got Y/N.” Henricksen interrupted my thoughts.

“We’re not together. Just friends.” I admitted, even though I wanted so much more than that. Its just my luck to fall in love with a girl when I have less than a year to live.

“Okayyyyyy.” Disbelief was soaking in his response. “What’s the deal with her anyway? How does a rich kid like her end up hunting with you two?”

I stopped cleaning my gun and gave him a hard glare. “Not my story to tell but know this: she’s probably our best way out of this situation.”

Henricksen was about to say something when we heard a loud crash outside. Both us plus everyone else ran to see Ruby caught in the Devil’s trap. Raising his gun to her, Henricksen asked how we kill her.

“We don’t. She’s here to help us.” Sam forced Henricksen’s gun down and opened the Devil’s trap. Me and Y/N traded annoyed looks. Neither one of us could stand Ruby. Y/N just kept her annoyance quiet unlike me. It was already hard to trust Ruby, because she was a damn demon, but if sweet Y/N doesn’t like someone then that’s a major red flag.

--

*Reader’s POV*

Great, there’s 30 demons out there ready to kill Sam and Dean. You’re pretty sure you could get through all of them, but you’ll be pretty banged up in the end. You were tuned out of the conversation, figuring out a plan of attack until you heard Lilith’s name.

“Lilith?” you repeated to Ruby.

“Yup. And she really, really wants Sam’s intestines on a stick. ‘Cause she sees him as competition.” Ruby informed us of Sam’s new nemesis.

“You knew about this?” A very pissed off Dean questioned Sam. “Well, gee, Sam, is there anything else I should know?”

Before they could get any further into an argument, you intervened. “Sam, you should’ve told us. Lilith’s no joke.” You weren’t gonna let Sam off the hook, but also you weren’t gonna rail into him like Dean was trying to.

Sam ignored Dean and looked to you with a face full of guilt. “How do you know about Lilith?”

“My dad talked about her all the time. He always told me that me and her could be a force to be reckoned with.” Just the thought of the many talks you had with your father had you bothered. He always tried to make it appealing that you were some kind of demonic second coming. At least this talk you remembered was helpful.

“I thought your parents were dead?” Henricksen asked.

You looked over shoulder and threw out, “My adoptive parents are. My real dad’s a demon and alive.”

Henricksen, Nancy, and the deputy gasped. You forgot that they just learned of the existence of demons and your lineage could be a bit troubling. “Relax. I’m only half and hate demons probably more than anyone else in this room.” The three of them eyed you cautiously, but that calming effect you had on people led them to believe you.

“Well, now that we got that out of the way. Where’s the colt?” If you had tea at that moment, you definitely would’ve been sipping it. Both of the boys tried to avoid Ruby’s gaze and when she looked at you, you furrowed your brows at her for even questioning you for losing it.

“It got stolen.” Ruby just about had a bitch fit when Sam admitted the truth. She was one insult away from you punching her in her gotdamned mouth, when Dean pulled you back and shook his head no.

But, thank the lucky stars, Ruby knew a spell. It would blow the demons out of the bodies, including Ruby, so it didn’t seem too bad; until she said she needed a virgin, specifically a heart of a virgin. And sweet Nancy still wanted to go through with it, but you couldn’t let an innocent sacrifice herself.

“I’ll do it,” you blurted out. All eyes turned to you and everyone was surprised except Sam. He remembered when you confided to him back at Stanford that you said that you were waiting til marriage.

“No way. Come on, you, you watch porn and you tease me all the fucking time.” Dean claimed.

“One, how else am I supposed to get my rocks off? Virgins are horny too. And two, its fun to see you turn red.”

Ruby seemed a little too happy with your decision to sacrifice yourself, but everyone else was heavily against it, except Sam. Dean tried to dissuade him, but you and him knew it was the best option.

“It’s my decision, D,” you told him.

“Damn straight, cherry pie,” Ruby replied with a smirk.

“Stop! Stop! Nobody kill any virgins!” Dean grabbed your hand and pulled you away and ordered Sam into a hallway for a talk. Normally, you made yourself scarce when they had these talks, but you guessed since you were offering yourself up, Dean thought it must’ve been a good idea to include you.

“Tell me you two are not seriously considering this.”

Sam and you both traded solemn looks. It sucked but it was necessary. “And we’re also talking about 30 people out there, Dean, innocent people who are all gonna die, along with everyone in here.” Sam argued back.

“It’s a numbers game, Dean. 1 life vs. 30. If you were in my shoes, you’d do the same.” Hell, Dean already did it. He’d offered up his life for Sam’s. How the hell is this any different?

“It doesn’t mean we throw out the rule book. I’m not gonna let that demon bitch kill the kindest person I know, who I might add hasn’t even been laid!”

“Then what? What do we do, Dean?”

“I got a plan. I’m not saying it’s a good one I’m not even saying that it’ll work. But it sure as hell beats killing our virgin best friend.”

“What’s the plan,” you and Sam asked simultaneously.

“Open the doors, let them all in, and we fight.”

Dean’s plan may be a little crazy, but it could work. Ruby was pissed at the suggestion and left. Her plan would for sure leave everyone alive except me. Offended that we didn’t go with her plan and refusing to watch us lose, Ruby left.

--

It worked. Dean’s plan actually worked. We were able to trap all the demon’s inside the station and played a tape of Sam saying the exorcism. It helped that you could hold 10 demons on your own, so the rest were left to Sam, Dean and Henricksen.

“Coming with?” Dean asked before him and Sam left.

“Nah, I gotta stay. Technically, I came with the FBI now I gotta write a report on how you two died on the helicopter. Yay me!” You hated writing reports and now this one was going to take longer, because you and Henricksen had to get your lies together.

The boys gave you a sympathetic look and made you promise to contact them once you got home before they left.

The remaining of you, began cleaning the station when a little girl came into the station. Your spidey senses started tingling and you moved a bit closer to Nancy. The little girl said she was looking for two brothers: one’s really tall and one’s really cute.

When Nancy asked her, her name, she responded, “Lilith.” You tried to attack the her, but soon you felt two sets of arms around you and you were teleported out of the station. It was your dad and his lackey, Brixton.

“Get off of me!” You yelled, just in time to see the police station overcome with a blinding white light.

Deep in your soul, you knew Henricksen and the rest were dead. What other reason would your dad save you?

“Calm down, princess.” Brixton said, fighting you off.

It wasn’t beneath your father to use dirty moves, so he grabbed you by your curls and threw you to the ground. “Calm your ass down, before I make you tell me where the Winchesters are and kill them myself!”

Quickly, you got up and wiped the dirt off you. “Why’d you save me?”

“Lilith’s orders. And I suggest you get used to the idea of a life without the Winchesters. Dean’s year is about to be up, and Lilith is gonna kill Sam sooner or later. Its just a matter of time.”

“Not if I can help it.” You claimed.

With a sweet kiss to the top of your head that betrayed his demonic nature, your dad whispered, “It’ll happen. Save yourself the heartbreak, baby girl.” And just like that he disappeared.

--

*Dean’s POV*

Sam and I were relaxing when we heard a knock on our motel door. It was Ruby. Damn, will we ever get rid of her? I’m tired of looking at her bitchy face.

As usual, she came in bossing us around. She told us to turn on the news. Supposedly, there was a gas main rupture that led to explosion at the sheriff’s station. The news anchor said everyone died, but one person did survive.

Please let it be Y/N, please let it be Y/N, please let it be Y/N, please let it be Y/N, I thought. It may be shitty, but I couldn’t bare the thought of losing her. Henricksen, the other FBI agents, the deputy, the sheriff, and even the freaking virgin secretary were dead, but I didn’t see Y/N’s face on the screen.

Just as Ruby was railing into us, there was another knock on the door, and I ran to open it. There she was standing there, tears running down her face. Probably feeling guilty that she was alive while the others were dead.

“I couldn’t save them,” Y/N whispered before her knees buckled. I caught her just before her she hit the ground.

Ruby threw us some hex bags that’ll help get Lilith off our trail. But I wanted to throw it back at her, just to get her to stop complaining how our plan sucked ass.

“And now look, your precious little virgin is having a mental breakdown, because even she knows you guys messed up.”

“Leave.” I ordered. I wasn’t gonna let her upset Y/N anymore than she already was. Ruby got one look at my deadly glare and took the hint, that if she didn’t leave right at that moment, she’d be dead. Sam followed her to make sure she leaves and to give me and Y/N some space. Over time, me and Y/N grew closer, especially now that Sam’s all buddy buddy with Ruby. It wasn’t unusual for her or me to go to the other to find comfort after a bad hunt.

This time I had no words for her. As much as I was hurting that we couldn’t save Henricksen and the rest, I think I would be hurting much worse if it was her, we lost instead, but I can’t tell her that. So, instead I just held her until she cried herself to sleep, hoping that in the morning I can find the right words.

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[missantichrist]

Genesis & the Nemesis pt.1

Michael Langdon x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k (oops sorry I got carried away)

Summary: You’re the archangel. Your whole life you’ve been told your purpose is to destroy the antichrist. Your best friend is Michael Langdon, and little do you know that he’s the one you need to destroy. When the time comes will you have it in you?

Warnings: None yet (there will be smut and violence in upcoming chapters though)

You grew up in a Christian household. You never really studied the bible or God. You believed in God, sure, you weren’t really exposed to much else. You would pray every night for the ones you loved, and you brought goodness and light everywhere you went. Your mother called you her little angel the moment you were born and the nickname stuck ever since. You never knew she meant it literally. Not until you went to church for the first time and all of God’s loyal followers flocked around you, they were drawn to you, to your light. You remember you were about eight years old when the prophecy was revealed. You were the archangel. The only one powerful enough to conquer the antichrist, who had supposedly already risen. It was your purpose, to destroy the antichrist. Conquer hate with love. Rid of evil with good. But you hated it. This prophecy, being the archangel. You wanted nothing more than to live a normal life, but it seemed that whenever one of the worshippers from the Christian church was within a 10 mile radius of you they couldn’t help but be drawn to you. All around you people were constantly asking you for help, and you helped them because, how could you say no? There were perks to being the archangel though, you had special abilities. You could heal wounds from the intensity of a paper cut to a life threatening gunshot wound and you yourself couldn’t be harmed, as if you were made of steel. But the most precious of your God-given gifts was your ability to not only bring life back into the living but you could also return their very souls, their very essence, to their being. Despite having all these people around you who showed you constant love and devotion, you found yourself to be very lonely, lost, and overwhelmed. How were you supposed to go about fulfilling the prophecy of the archangel? It’s not like God ever spoke to you and told you what to do. You were on your own. That was, until a woman named Miriam Mead and her son moved into your neighborhood.  

It was dusk out and you had just spent the entire day blessing people’s newborn children at the local church. You were tired and had to clear your head, so you told your mother you were going to go for a brief walk in order to relax a little. You were just doing your regular lap around the neighborhood, listening to your music when you thought you heard someone calling out to you.

“Hey! Hey, hi!” There was a young boy you’d never seen before grinning wildly and waving to you. He had bright blue eyes and wavy blonde hair, and he was dressed in all black. You took out your headphones and walked up to him. “Hey, hi I’m your new neighbor, my name’s Michael, I just moved in with my Ms. Mead.” He was still beaming at you and he stuck his hand out for you to shake it.

“Michael, huh, like the angel?” You asked, expecting him to comment on your prophecy, which was very well known and whispered about within your religious community. His faced only scrunched up in confusion.

“What’s an angel?” He asked. This sparked your interest. If this boy was actually interested in being your friend and he knew nothing about the bible and didn’t go to church then maybe you could finally relax with someone who saw you as a normal person, and not just some stupid prophecy.

“Nevermind.” You smiled. “My name’s Y/N.” You said as you shook his hand.

You sat on the floor of Michael’s room playing a game of chess. He was insanely good at it. He won every time. “Checkmate.” He said as he moved his bishop across the board putting your king in check.

“Damn it Michael!” You exclaimed playfully as you shoved his shoulder.

“Look, it’s not my fault you’re terrible at chess.” He said teasingly.

“No I just play chess like a normal person. How’d you get so damn good at it?” You asked. Suddenly Michael went very silent. “Oh. Touchy subject. I’m sorry.” You said.

“No it’s, it’s fine. I’d just rather not talk about it.” He nodded.

“Hey, Michael, you never tell me anything about your childhood. You know you can always talk to me if you need to.” You said.

“I know. I trust you Y/N, I’d just rather not talk about that right now. And, to be fair, you never tell me anything about your childhood either.” He said.

“Yeah. Hectic times.” You laughed. “I guess we both had hellish childhoods.”

“You have no idea.” He chuckled.

“Oh yeah, try me.” You snorted. There was a long pause before Michael spoke again.

“Y/N?” He asked.

“Yeah Michael?”

“Can I show you something?” He asked.

“Of course.” You said.

“You have to promise not to say anything to anyone. Ok?” He asked. He seemed nervous.

“Ok Michael I promise.” You smiled. Michael stood up off of the ground and looked at you, with a slight pause he flexed his fingers the entire room started to shake, the glass from his bedroom window shattered, flying everywhere. It pierced his skin and he started to bleed. You of course were unharmed. Michael looked terrified, so worried about how you would react. He thought he’d scared you away.

“I-I’m sorry.” He said. “Sometimes I lose control. Please don’t be scared.” He said as he turned around and sat back down on the floor, waiting for you to just walk out and leave, burying his face in his hands. You kneeled beside him and grabbed his wrist, startling him.

“No. Don’t be sorry Michael.” You said as you placed your hand over his and closed your eyes, healing all of his wounds, the glass dislodging from his skin and the cuts closing up. He looked up at you with wide eyes.

“You…” He breathed.

“Yeah. I have powers too. They manifested when I was about 8 years old.” Michael was now brimming with excitement and wonder at finding someone like him.

“No way!” He exclaimed. “That’s when I noticed mine too!” You both laughed, feeling more comfortable with eachother than you had with anyone else in a long time. You had finally found a place where you wouldn’t be judged for being different, or for some biblical prophecy.

After you and Michael had shared your abilities with each other, you started to practice together as well. You’d meet at his house, your house, or just waltz around the neighborhood seeing how discrete you could be. It wasn’t long before Michael revealed that he and Ms. Mead were Satanists. This disturbed you because you knew the kind of stuff that went on in Satanic cults. You knew that sometimes they did human sacrifices. You tried to not let it get to you though because you had known Michael for a long time and if he was a danger to you it would have been revealed a long time ago. You trusted him. That was, until you learned he killed the butcher at your local corner store. You knew he used his magic to do it. You trusted him and believed it was an accident, after all, he did have a problem when it came to controlling his abilities. They often spiraled, became chaotic. That day was the last day you saw him. He was arrested. When you went to the local holding cell to visit him, he was gone and he had left a dead officer in his wake. It seemed as if he had just dropped off the face of the Earth.

You had lost your best friend, your only true friend. You sat secluded in your room alone for most of your time after he disappeared. You practiced your magic, expanded on your abilities. You learned how to move any object just by looking at it, teleport anywhere you wished and fully heal any injury effortlessly. You waited months for Michael to return, or at least give you some kind of message that he was still alive. You heard nothing from him until late one night Ms. Mead broke into your house, somehow eluded your mother and dragged you out to her car. She didn’t say a word and proceeded to press a chloroformed cloth to your face and stuff you in her trunk.

When you woke up, it was still dark out and Ms. Mead was standing over you. “What the fu-” you started you yell but were immediately shushed by Ms. Mead.

“Be quiet, and follow me.” She beckoned for you to follow her.

“And why should I follow you? You just kidnapped me! You drugged me and put me in your fucking trunk!” You yelled. Ms. Mead slapped you as a reminder to be quiet. Fear settled in your stomach. “Are you gonna kill me?” You asked.

“Believe me, if I was going to kill you I would’ve done it a long time ago.” She answered. You finally gave in and followed her. She led you to the back of a large cement building behind some brush. “And now we wait.” She said. You stood there with her for an awkward while in silence. After what felt like an eternity you saw a dark figure moving towards you. As it got closer you realized who it was. You could recognize those blonde curls anywhere.

“Michael?!?”

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[bailesu]

One Day in Paris (Haruka / Michiru Fanfic)

This is for a Haruka / Michiru exchange thing for @amrynth.  

I’ve put the story behind the cut as it’s kind of long for a tumblr post.

One Day in Paris

By John Biles

For the Haruka/Michiru stuff exchange.

*******************

Some days, Haruka loved being a detective. A good, challenging mystery.  High speed chases on high mountain roads where one wrong turn meant going off a cliff.  Shootouts in a Monaco casino.  Romance under the stars.  Finding yourself tied up the next morning and your wallet stolen.  Being arrested as a homeless person and…

Okay, her last job hadn’t *ended* well, but the start had been awesome.

“But Saaaaaam,” Makoto wailed into her cellphone two desks down.  “I’m a detective!  I can’t just let criminals rampage even if we did plan this for a week!”

Detective Minako had legs which wouldn’t quit.  Wouldn’t quite *kicking her desk to a beat*, that is.  Detective Rei, who had the desk behind Haruka, was starting to crumple paper and make grunting noises, and this could not lead to *anything* good.

“So you’re saying it’s Lupin,” Detective Zenigata said, four desks down into his cellphone.

It’s never Lupin, Haruka thought, sighing; she was busy checking her email to make sure she hadn’t missed a summons from their boss. The last time she’d done that, Head Detective Setsuna had somehow gone back in time and wrecked the best date she’d had in high school.

Petty, yet powerful.

I need a mission, Haruka thought as Rei now rose and began heading over to Minako’s desk.

Also, I need to convince Head Detective Setsuna that this open office arrangement is a *bad idea*, she thought as Makoto now babbled to Sam; no one was sure if Sam was male or female; Haruka was pretty sure Sam was a woman, but whatever Sam was, Makoto was headed for another crash and burn.  Haruka would have felt sorry for her but now Clippy rose from the grave, occupying half the screen on her monitor.  ‘Do you want help with your resignation letter?’

‘I want a damn mission to get me out of this office,’ she typed in.  ‘Also, I thought you died.’

‘That is not dead which cannot die, but with strange aeons…’, Clippy began.

Not another cult case, dammit, Haruka thought.

“If it’s a woman, it’s not Lupin, it’s his confederate Fujiko,” Inspector Zenigata said into the phone. “Be very careful; she is nearly as cunning as Carmen Sandiego, who *still* has my Betamax, dammit.”

A coffee mug slid onto the desk, and Haruka started, then saw it was Detective Usagi.  “I thought you were on the Osaka Jewelry case,” she said to Detective Usagi.

There was a crashing sound as half of everything on Detective Minako’s desk (six figurines of Sailor V, five of various idols, four pictures, a baseball signed by Babe Ruth, and a stack of books Minako would never read but claimed she would) all fell off it because Rei and Minako were engaged in either a fight to the death, foreplay, or probably both, Haruka assumed.

It had been kind of sexy the first three times but after Minako had accidentally somehow knocked Haruka’s favorite racing trophy into the toilet (which was fifteen meters away, an act which was *never* clearly explained to Haruka), Haruka now wished they would keep it at home and be professional at work, like *her*.

“I want to explain it to you, but the Kingdom of D was involved and Umino had to pass himself off as the princess and I just don’t want to think about it,” Usagi said, looking haunted.

“If those two weren’t separated at birth, I will be stunned,” Haruka said, then tried her coffee.  She took Usagi’s hand and squeezed it.  Usagi turned a little red. “You are a master of coffee.  Did you catch the thief, then?”

“It was all a trap to kidnap the princess, and we barely rescued Umino from the deathtrap when they realized they had the wrong person,” Detective Usagi said, trying to sit on Haruka’s desk.

Makoto sat at her desk, clutching her head, while Detective Ami patted her shoulder over and over, trying to help but not knowing what to do.

“I think I have to help Makoto,” Usagi said.

“Drop by any time,” Haruka said.

DING.  

Salvation had arrived.  A mission, so she could get out of this madhouse before…

“So is that your gun, or are you happy to…” Minako began.

“It’s my gun,” Rei said irritably as she tried to pin Minako.

“That joke only works with Detective Conan or Inspector Zenigata,” Ami pointed out.

Minako sighed.  “Ami, the straight woman’s job isn’t to ruin my jokes.”

The mission was to investigate the break-in at Renate Jewels in Paris.  Ahh, gay Paris, Haruka thought with satisfaction.  A city of beautiful buildings, great food and drink, love, and… hopefully not another chase through the sewers.

“No one in this place is straight except maybe Conan but he’s too young for us to think about that,” Ami said.

“Ami, you made *me* the straightwoman,” Minako said mournfully.

Haruka fled to get in her car and drive to Paris.

******************* Haruka then remembered it was not in fact possible to drive to Paris, so she got a plane ticket and arranged for a Lamborghini to be waiting for her in Paris.  When she arrived, she got it and… immediately fell asleep from jet lag in the parking lot of the rental place.

The next morning, she woke up, went to her hotel, took a shower and headed off to investigate the case, hoping the trail had not gone cold.  She felt alive; she needed her missions to give her purpose after she’d been banned from racing, even if it was all that freak Dirk Dastardly’s fault!

Then she headed out to Renate’s Jewels, a beautiful boutique near the Seine; a superheroine and a villain were fighting on a roof nearby, but Haruka ignored them; they had no jewels and were not part of her very important mission.

Renate was a middle-aged redhead who looked oddly familiar to Haruka, but Haruka didn’t worry about that, since it probably wasn’t going to be relevant.  “So she seduced you, tied you up, and then stole everything.”

“I wouldn’t have minded being tied up if she hadn’t *stolen* everything,” Renate said, then swooned.  

Haruka caught her and put her up on her feet.  “You should probably loosen your corset so you can breathe properly,” she said very seriously.

Renate said, “I’m going to need your help, detective.  Why don’t we go upstairs and you can help me do it.”

“Sorry, fair lady, but I’m on a *mission*,” she said, kissing Renate’s hand, then quickly adjusting her corset without taking it off.   Soon, Haruka headed for the Regal Arms, as the thief, who Renate had identified as the notorious Jewel Thief Michiru from a photo, had left behind a pack of matches.  The place was huge and grand, exactly the sort of place for an exciting showdown.  Every piece of furniture was worth two years of Haruka’s salary.

That would make her triumph cooler.  

She paused to adjust her suit in the mirror.  When confronting your nemesis, you have to have everything *just right*.  If your tie is out of place, it ruins the moment.

She then went to the front desk, presenting her badge and a photo of Jewel Thief Michiru running out of a shop with a bag full of jewelry.  “Have you seen this woman?”

The clerk adjusted her glasses.  “Yes, she was lounging around… our lounge… all night last night, looking increasingly cranky, then finally her friend dragged her upstairs with the help of the night concierge.”

Friend?

“Can you describe the friend?” she asked.

Hotel security footage showed Michiru, clutching a wine glass in one hand, unconscious and being dragged onto a luggage cart by a dark haired man in the hotel uniform and by a dark haired woman who was ambiguously teenage and wearing a black blouse, black knee-length skirt, black high stockings, black boots, black nailpolish and a pink rose over her heart which looked lost, but certainly stood out.

Haruka said, “Can you get a printout of that?”

After some tech fumbling, she and the desk lady got the footage sent to Detective Ami for analysis.  She also got the desk lady’s phone number, the address of a good chicken place, and the room number of Jewel Thief Michiru.  

And the advice to never eat at Francois’ near the Arc d’Triomphe.  Or however you spell it; Detective Haruka never sweats the details.

The elevator took her to the twenty-third floor and she made her way down the hallway to 2307.  She pulled out the keycard the clerk had given her and unlocked the door.

“I’m going to have to steal the crown jewels,” she heard Michiru say; she flattened herself against the wall inside the little atrium; to her right was the changing area and a hanging closet; beyond that was the bathroom; she pressed herself against the left-wall, then realized it left her visible, so she slipped into the hanging closet, where a half-dozen dresses were hung up.

The burgundy one was the best, but Haruka wasn’t sure if it really matched Jewel Thief Michiru’s hair.  As she contemplated high fashion, she heard a woman she did not know.  “I’m sure she’s coming.  The Fox told us that her plane arrived last night.”

“Then why didn’t she come to the hotel?” a despairing voice said from the bed.

“Why do you *want* her to find you, anyway?  You’re not the Riddler’s sister, right?” the woman asked.  “I need the money to get Father exorcised, but if I go to jail, I can’t help him!”

“What good is stealing things if there is no one to recognize my skill?” Jewel Thief Michiru said.  “I am in this for the sport, to pit myself against the best.”

“Then why are you worried about this bozo?” the other woman asked.

“I am not a bozo!” Haruka said, coming out and throwing the finger of accusation at the other woman, who turned out to be the teenager from the photo, holding a short fighting staff.

Which she now flicked and it somehow extended into a glaive.

“Don’t bring a glaive to a gunfight,” Haruka said, drawing her gun.

“Now, now, Detective Haruka,” Jewel Thief Michiru said, getting up off the bed and striding closer, gracefully. “Point the gun at me and make empty threats.”

“They’re not empty!  I’ll shoot!” Haruka insisted.

“We both know you won’t shoot us,” Jewel Thief Michiru said, gliding closer. “Why didn’t you show up last night?”

“Jet lag,” Haruka grumbled.

Jewel Thief Michiru stopped, then said sympathetically, “I forgot to take that into account.  My apologies.” The other woman, still unnamed, frowned.  “Okay, what is *actually* up with you two?”  She had turned her glaive back into a staff and put it in her black purse.

“Oh yes, Haruka, this is my new assistant, Hotaru.  She’s a cyborg assassin from the future.”

“I’m not a cyborg *or* from the future,” Hotaru insisted.  She pinched her arm. “This time, anyway.”

“I’m from the future!,” another teenage girl said from the balcony; she wore what looked like a Star Trek uniform to Haruka.   But she was armed with something like a lightsaber.  The big heart on the end did make it stand out.

“No!  You’re going to ruin our sexy confrontation,” Michiru said angrily, pointing at her.   The glaive vs. Heartsaber battle began wrecking the hotel room, so Haruka said to Michiru, “How about if we check out this chicken place I know about until they’re done?”

“My plans… in ruins…”

Then the scented oils caught fire from a parried Heartsaber blow and the whole suite went up in flames.  Haruka picked up Michiru and ran.

***************

“So I got docked two weeks pay because Paris caught fire and it wasn’t even my fault,” Haruka groused to Usagi later as they ate okonomiyaki which Makoto had made them since they both had, as usual, no money.  

Makoto flopped down on the other end of the couch with her pork okonomiyaki and put on Netflix.  “Did they riot?”

“Don’t let the boss know or I’ll lose even more pay,” Haruka said, shaking her head.

“He doesn’t know I sunk Atlantis, either,” Usagi said conspiratorily into Haruka’s ear.  Then she began stuffing her face.

I thought *I* sunk Atlantis, Haruka thought.

Makoto would never ever tell them it was the result of her trying to date a brother and a sister at the same time without either finding out about the other.  Never, ever.

So don’t tell Haruka now that you know.

Iris Out.

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Stay For Me (Soundwave/Stormwing [OC]) SFW

This is a commission for @seeker-stormwing for their OC with Soundwave!

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Stormwing still remembers Cybertron- in its’ glory days, at least. Beautiful cities full of bustling Cybertronians. Living life day by day with little worries.

She spent her days building working with her father on projects. Thinking back to what she was making those weapons and projects for made her sick. She remembers going to Megatronus’s speeches with Soundwave, listening to his promises of change. A world where your life wasn’t dictated by your form and build. On paper, it sounded amazing.

But she could see the bloodlust in some of the others’ optics. In Megatronus’s. The flyer wanted no part of it.

She remembers Soundwave coming to her home one night. The two were always close, and he wanted to her to join him and Megatronus. She could be anything, he assured. Megatronus has the perfect plans. He knows who to talk to.

Soundwave didn’t see a spurned, hateful individual like she did. He saw a leader. Someone to look up to.

She couldn’t do it.

When the uprising was on the verge of its��� climax, she left the planet with other Neutral Cybertronians. All that was left to Soundwave was a message, and some schematics.

“I can’t stop you,” the note said, “but I can’t be here. The blueprints I’ve left you can help you survive this war. Stay safe, Soundwave. I hope we can find each other again, under better circumstances.” She never knew how hurt he was, receiving the delayed message.

She was happy with the neutrals, for a while, before news of the war reached their hideout. Her friends began to turn on each other. No one was as neutral as they thought they were, she realized, as the in-fighting broke out. Only one other was truly neutral, and they fled like she did. She had no idea where they went, if they were okay… Primus, she hopes they’re okay.

Among her travels, she found a little backwater planet full of… interesting lifeforms. She decided to settle there, in hiding. It had energon that she could snag every now and then and, so far, no Autobots or Decepticons. Truly, Stormwing thought she was finally safe.

She spent her days tinkering with the items on the ship, and observing the adorable natives of this organic planet. Until she got a transmission.

She stared at the screen nervously, wings drooping down. How could she be caught out here? She knew Cybertronians had BEEN here, due to the energon- and the dead bodies she’s found in places- but… to actually be here now? Why?

Slowly, she answered the transmission. A red and white face greeted her, blue optics glaring down at her. His face morphed from anxiously on guard to surprised.

“You’re not a Decepticon,” he observed. She spotted the red symbol on his chestplate. Her red optics narrowed as they shot back up to his face.

“You’re an Autobot,” she countered, tone defensive. “Why have you contacted me?”

“We needed to know if you were a threat,” the Autobot said, crossing his arms. “How long have you been on Earth?”

Stormwing shrugged slightly, folding her arms over her torso. Her wings pressed against her back nervously. She really didn’t want to talk to them.

“... You aren’t allied with anyone, are you,” the Autobot asked. She shook her helm slowly, arms tightening around herself.

“I’m not, and I have no intention to do so.” The Autobot’s frown deepened.

“I… see. Still, I’d like to keep in contact, in case the Decepticons-.” “No.” He paused, optics focusing on her again. His face scrunched in confusion, but she stood firm.

“I left Cybertron because I didn’t want to be a part of your war. I intend on staying out of it, even now.” He grunted slightly.

“We can’t let you go unmonitored.” “Then I’ll leave,” she said simply, frustration growing. She stood from her seat, hands on the command console as she glared at the unknown Autobot.

“I won’t stay where that war is. I’ll go. Don’t contact me again.” Quickly, before she lost her nerve, she hung up on him. She stared at the blank screen for a second, anger ebbing away into fear.

Why did she just hang up? Why did she get so rude? What if they try to follow her- arrest her for some unknown reason?

Rubbing her hands over her face, she went to the cockpit. This ship had enough fuel to get her… somewhere. She didn’t know where.

“Away from here” is good enough, at the moment.

She fired up the engine, slowly lifting off and into the air. No doubt, they were tracking her signal. Making sure she was actually leaving the planet. No need to worry about her lying. She didn’t want anything to do with this. She just… wanted to live in peace.

The damn war took away her family- her friends. It won’t take her, too.

As she went into Earth’s atmosphere, far above the cities and scenery, she got another transmission. She frowned, debating on if she should answer it.

She valued her life, so she went ahead and did it- to be sure she won’t be chased down. A very familiar face met her, and she felt her spark drop.

“M… Megatronus-.” “Ah, Stormwing. It’s been much too long- and I prefer to go by “Megatron”, now.” His sharp grin greeted her, faceplate much more scarred and rough than she remembers. She swallowed thickly.

“What are you doing on Earth, Stormwing?” “... I was avoiding the war,” she answered. “I don’t want to be involved, Megatronus- … Megatron.” He sighed slightly.

“A shame- a competent flyer like yourself would make an excellent Decepticon.” He paused, before grinning again. She had a bad feeling about the look.

“Board our ship- we can get you fuel, and energon, to help you on your way.” She was extremely suspicious. She eyed him from the corner of her optics, frowning slightly.

“Why help me when I don’t want to join you?” “Assistance between old friends. Simple as that.” He smiled, the old, charming grin that swayed the masses into destroying their home planet.

“Soundwave would love to see you, as well.” Her spark clenched at the sound of his name. Her digits tightened on the console. She missed his grin turn a little sinister.

“Just a small visit, while we get you the fuel you need. What do you say?” She hesitated, sighing slightly.

“... Alright, Megatron. Where’s your ship?” “Right next to you, my dear.” The Nemesis’ cloaking device turned off, blanketing your ship in shadow. Stormwing tensed, wings flying up in surprise. The docking area opened up, but she hesitated. This was… too convenient. Should she go in?

… The idea of seeing Soundwave tipped the scale in Megatron’s favor. She flew into the ship, docking where the Vehicons directed her to. Megatron was waiting in the dock, watching her emerge from the ship and slowly approach. He grinned, holding his arms out in greeting, before setting his hands on her shoulders.

“Stormwing… it’s been much too long, old friend.” She doesn’t know why he’s acting so chummy- sure, they were friends through Soundwave, but… not close enough to do this. She’s fairly sure he’s just trying to get on her good side. She’ll have to keep her guard up.

“It’s nice to see you, too, Megatron,” she said carefully, patting his arm. She was released, a hand traveling to her lower back to guide her through the halls of the Nemesis.

“The Vehicons will refuel your ship and stock it with energon- and some weapons, just in case. Do you still make your own, my dear?” She paused, but nodded in confirmation.

“My weapons are back on the ship, but yes I still tinker with weaponry.” Her sword and firearms were in the cockpit. She really wishes she brought her sword, at least. She feels way too vulnerable. A guppy facing a school of sharks.

He gave her a small tour of the ship- places that were safe for non-Decepticons with special privileges to see. The bridge was the final place, giving her a seat near the captain’s station.

“Soundwave- to the bridge,” he said into his communication device. Stormwing’s spark dropped again. She almost forgot that’s why she came onboard.

When the mech in question answered, she almost didn’t recognize him. The only way she knew it was him was because of the modifications to his frame- the ones she made just for him.

Stormwing stood from her chair, slowly approaching him. Even with the visor on, she could tell he was watching her closely.

“You can take her back to your quarters, Soundwave,” Megatron said. “Let you two catch up.” He didn’t react, at first. Then, he began to walk. Not knowing what else to do, Stormwing followed.

The walk was dead silent. She was too afraid to say anything.

He entered a room, waiting at the doorway for her. When she was inside, he shut the door behind them both.

The two stared each other down, not moving. Her wings drooped down, pressing against her back nervously. Was he angry? Was he upset? Was he happy? She wishes his visor would give her something to work with.

Slowly, he reached down. She tensed up, feeling his thing digits trail along her face. Down her neck. Settling on her shoulders.

“... Stormwing.” His voice was… much different. More mechanical- as if he was just made. She assumed his voice box was damaged during the fighting. She reached up, grasping at his thin digits.

“Soundwave…” Despite everything saying she shouldn’t do it, she reached forward to wrap her arms around his chestplate. It was awkward, with Laserbeak in the way, but she had to hold him. To make sure he’s real- he’s alive and he’s here, with her, again.

He hesitated, holding his arms out to the side. He doesn’t know if he should reciprocate. He doesn’t know if they still have the same relationship they did, to do this.

Slowly, his long arms went around her. He tilted his head down, looking at the top of her helm. She… didn’t look any different. He was completely different from how he was back before the war. He was, honestly, amazed that she didn’t change herself in all this time.

“You… look the same,” he said slowly, as if he wasn’t used to his own speech anymore. She glanced up at him, and he felt his spark jump.

“You look… so different,” she laughed slightly, pulling back to look at him again. “You must’ve… really liked my schematics.” He nodded, finally removing his arms from her. Stormwing stepped back, wings perking up in response.

Slowly, she reached up towards his visor with the intent to take it off. His fingers gripped her wrists tightly in an instant, making her pause. Her soft smile fell, and her eyes widened.

“Can’t… take it off,” he said simply, lowering her arms before letting her go. She brought her hands to her chestplate, wringing them nervously.

“I’m… I’m sorry, Soundwave.” He didn’t respond, motioning for her to sit down on his berth. Nowhere else to sit, she obeyed. He moved closer, but didn’t sit near her.

“Do you not have chairs in here?” He shook his head, going back to being nonverbal. She looked around, seeing the scarce decorations. She frowned slightly, wings drooping. This… wasn’t the Soundwave she remembered. Soundwave was full of life- loved having cheap knick-knacks all over the place. This was… a cheap mockery.

“... What happened to you, Soundwave?” His head turned back towards her, posture straightening to show he was paying attention. Stormwing looked at where his optics would be, sadness in her ruby optics.

“You used to be… such a lively mech. Your home was full of these little trinkets and toys. Now… now there’s nothing.”

“... Things change,” he replied, head turning down to stare at the floor. Slowly, he reached up to grasp his visor. Pulling it off, he looked at her again. Her hands flew over her mouth in shock, optics widening as she took in his appearance.

Face scarred, optic missing… Nothing like the mech she knew. He didn’t expose his mouth- she wondered if he still even had one, of if he modified the visible mouth away. Her wings drooped, and her hands slowly dropped.

“Soundwave…” He looked at her, single red optic burning through her. Anger shone in the light of his optic, making her reel back slightly.

“Things change,” he said again, half-glaring at her. She swallowed, nodding slightly. She wrung her hands again, looking at her pedes as he put the visor back on.

“I’m… I’m sorry,” she said, voice wavering. He was silent, so she continued.

“I’m sorry for everything. I just… left you. I should’ve… done something! Anything. Try to convince you to come with me.” She looked up at him, wings high as she grew agitated with herself.

“You shouldn’t… have been here, Soundwave. You should’ve come with me. We could’ve been happy together- free from  all of this… this war mess!” His head raised, anger rising. He clenched his fists, moving towards her.

“Been fine with me,” he started. “Should have… stayed. Things would have been fine- together.” The two stared each other down. Her anger ebbed away into sadness, spark clenching in her chamber.

“Soundwave… Primus, I’m so sorry. I’m so… so sorry.” She covered her face, trying to will the energon to not drip down her cheeks. “I just… want things to be like how they were.” Soundwave paused, shoulders drooping as if he sighed. He moved closer, hesitating before sitting next to her.

He placed a hand on her upper back, engine rumbling in a way it used to when she was upset. Just like how things were. She leaned against him, hugging him tightly again.

“Things are different,” he started, causing her to look up at him. “But… we can… be happy, again. Stay.” Her wings drooped. She pulled back from him, wrapping her arms around herself.

“I… I can’t, Soundwave. I swore I’d avoid this. I only came onboard to see you, after Megatron offered to fuel me up. I’m… I’m leaving, after this.” He was silent. She spoke up again.

“You could come with me.” He looked away. “Be on the run. We could-.” Slowly, he shook his head. Her thoughts trailed off as he did so.

“Dangerous. Lord Megatron would hunt us down.” His hands found her face again, tilting her helm up to look at his visor.

“Join the Decepticons. You will be safe.” His engine rumbled loudly, her own responding in kind. “Be with me.” She frowned slightly.

“I… don’t have to leave right away. Let… let me think about it.” He was silent, but nodded slowly. Finally, he let her face go. When he stood, he motioned for he to follow.

She hesitated, but got up and went with him. When she asked where they were going, he didn’t answer. As they passed Vehicons and other officers, Soundwave slipped back into his silent facade. The only indication anything was off was that he was gripping Stormwing’s hand tightly. Keeping her in close proximity, and assuring she wouldn’t get seperated.

He brought her to a restricted area, making her grow antsy. Why were they here?

A hidden door opened, and shut quickly behind them. She looked at the nearly empty room, before her optics turned to him curiously.

“... Monitored, back there. Secret hideaway.” He’s sure Megatron knows about it, but he and his leader have a mutual understanding. This is the one thing Soundwave has to himself, and he doesn’t comment on Megatron’s… less than ethical actions.

Soundwave went over the wall, opening a hidden panel. He pulled out an ancient datapad, handing it over to her. She turned it on, optics widening at the contents.

Old pictures, videos, and messages. All between herself and Soundwave. Before the war. Before Megatronus, even. They date all the way to the last message she sent him. He saved all of them.

Another panel opened, and he pulled out the first rifle she ever made him. She ran her digits over the old metal, amazed that it’s still in one piece after all this time.

“Everything is here.” She assumed he meant in the walls. Hidden away, in case someone ever does find this room. Her spark jumped, wavelength melding with his easily. She could feel how much nostalgia he held for these items. How much he missed her.

Likewise, he could feel how anguished she feels over these items. How hurt she was when she left him.

She looked over the pictures and listened to the videos, feeling a warmth spread through her chest plate and spark chamber.

Primus… she missed him so much.

He approached her, putting his hands on her shoulders again. When she looked up, the visor was off. His face crinkled, as if he was frowning- pleading. She was mesmerized by the optic looking down at her- by the feeling of his field pulling at her spark. He wanted her. He needed her back.

“Come with me,” he said. “Stay with me. Lord Megatron listens to me. I can keep you safe.” She hesitated, tearing her optics away from his to look down at the datapad again. Her spark chamber felt hollow, when she thought about leaving.

As much as she hates the war- what it’s done to her home, to her life… she doesn’t think she can leave him, again. Not after finding him alive, and… ruined by this war.

If she can give him some sense of normalcy, she’ll suffer with the Decepticons.

“... Alright,” she said, voice quiet and breaking. “I’ll stay. With you. For you.” His face changed, as if he was smiling ever so slightly. She reached up, grabbing his face and pulling him down carefully. She placed a kiss on his faceplate, where his mouth would be. His engine rumbled loudly, echoing off of the bare walls.

“Will talk to Megatron, later,” he said. “Just… stay here. Free for a moment longer.” He held her tightly. Those words made her spark drop. She swallowed slightly, gripping the back of his chassis anxiously.

What has she done?