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dreamerstreamer · 4 years ago

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Human GPS

Pairing: c!Technoblade x f!reader

Summary: [Dream SMP!AU] Technoblade really needs some books of mending, and you just happen to be the daughter of the village cleric.

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: this a repost of the first ever story i posted when i first made my blog. this story takes place back when technoblade was still allied with pogtopia. i hope you like it as much as i did! <3

Technoblade blinked, his eyes squinting up at the clear, cerulean sky. It was about midday now, and the beating sun sat in the center of the sky, almost taunting him from where it hung.

If the sun is directly above me, he thought, then west must be… He frowned. Somewhere. Maybe.

He groaned and swung his legs off of Carl, the horse letting out a soft whinny as he hopped onto the ground. He had been travelling for what must have been close to an hour now, and he still hadn’t found a village. It was almost like the universe was trying to waste his time. All he wanted was to get his hands on some books of mending so he didn’t have to worry about any of his armour breaking, yet the world was sending him on a wild goose chase, anyways.

“Seriously,” he muttered, irritation gnawing away at his already dwindling patience, “how hard can it be to find just one cleric? It’s not like I’m asking to find a woodland mansion, or something.”

Letting out yet another long groan, Technoblade flipped open the pack he attached to Carl’s saddle. He pulled out a baked potato and bit in, allowing himself a few seconds of relief as he ate.

For a brief moment, he considered digging through his bag to look for a compass or—better yet—a map. But then he remembered that just prior to leaving, he had reminded himself that he was a human GPS and that “Technoblade never fails.”

He sighed. No compass, it is.

He took another bite of the potato in his hands, looking around at the terrain around him. There was a lush birch forest to his left and a barren desert on the opposite side. Just a little to his right was a river and—

Wait a second.

Technoblade froze, his jaw freezing halfway through chewing another bite of potato.

He recognized that river.

A wide grin split across his lips.

He totally knew where to find a village.

Doing his best not to choke, Technoblade stuffed the rest of the baked potato in his mouth and buckled his pack shut. With a grunt, he pulled himself back onto Carl, picking up the reins. “Like I said, Carl, who even needs a compass? I’ve got the map memorized, and my inner compass is perfectly calibrated.”

Carl looked back at him and let out an almost sarcastic sounding neigh that seemed to say, “Sure.”

Technoblade’s face rolled his eyes. He snapped the reins once, and Carl charged forward.

The human GPS never failed.

You let out an ecstatic cry as you pushed the last book in your hands onto the creaky bookshelf, stepping back to look at your work in pride. You’d been organizing the library for a little over half the day now, and you were almost finished. Each shelf was now in alphabetical order.

Dusting off your skirt, you took one last glance at the shelves before settling down at the table in the corner of the room, looking over the to-do list you had set out for yourself the night before. “Let’s see,” you hummed to yourself, “I already dusted all the tabletops, mopped the floor, and delivered that order to Mr. Hart. Now I can check ‘organize bookshelves’ off the list, too.”

You set the quill down on the table. “Meanwhile, dad’s out trading with Mrs. Lee and said he would be back soon.” You stared down at the page for a moment longer before sighing. A frown etched itself onto your features. You leaned your elbows on the oak tabletop as your gaze trailed out the church window and up at the cloudless sky.

You had lived in the village your whole life with your father, the village cleric. Everything was peaceful and you loved the familiar environment you resided in, but things had also become so… boring in the village. So bland, so dull. You can’t even remember the last time you did something fun. Sure, you were productive and made sure to help your father around his workspace the best you could, but you wanted more than this.

Please, you thought to yourself, squeezing your eyes shut in a silent prayer. Please, please, please let something new and exciting happen. At least just once in my life.

All of a sudden, you heard a distant rumbling.

You sat up straight, blinking awake from your reverie. What’s that sound?

The rumbling grew louder, and you could now recognize it as the galloping of a horse. Your thoughts were only confirmed by the loud whinny you heard right after the rumbles stopped.

You pushed your chair back, standing up from the table and walking over to the front window, crouching down to peek outside. You squinted, your eyes scanning around outside before they landed on an unfamiliar shape.

Your heart suddenly barrelled over in your chest.

Sitting atop a horse wearing diamond armour in the center of the village square was a stranger.

His back was facing you, but from what you could see of him, the first thing you noticed was the crimson robe hanging off his shoulders, cascading down his back like a scarlet waterfall. An axe was strapped to his back, tinted with a murky, violet hue. His hair was a vibrant shade of cherry blossom pink like nothing you had ever laid eyes on before, and on his head sat a golden crown encrusted with glittering gems. You wondered what his face looked like, curiosity bubbling in your chest.

Just then, he slid off his horse, landing on the ground with a small thump. He stood tall and proud, turning his head this way and that as he looked around at the houses around him, an air of regality surrounding him.

Then, he turned.

Your eyes only met for a fraction of a second before you immediately ducked down, hiding your figure from view in the window. The moment you were out of sight, you stilled, doing your best not to give yourself away.

He was handsome.

His face was calm and demure, reflecting his royal air almost perfectly, and his eyes, like his robe, were a piercing crimson red. They almost seemed to stare into your soul, laying every part of yourself bare for him to see.

He looked like a king in every sense of the word, and you just had to meet him.

Your heart was thrumming wildly in your chest as you struggled to regain your breath. You peeked over the windowsill carefully, glancing past the glass outside once more. The stranger had tied his horse to a post in the square and was walking around, glancing at the villagers here and there. Most of them seemed to be slightly wary of him—after all, it wasn’t everyday a king showed up at your doorstep. He seemed to be looking for something with the way he kept looking around him, his eyes sweeping over every inch of the village. Perhaps you could help him.

Slowly, you slid away from the windowsill and carefully clicked open the front door, stepping outside. The sun shone brilliantly on your face as you made your way toward the stranger. Once again, his back was turned to you, and you stopped a few feet behind him. Taking a deep breath, you mustered up what courage you had before speaking.

“Hello.”

The man turned at the sudden sound of your voice, his scarlet eyes piercing into yours. “Oh, hello.” His voice was deep, laced with a low rasp that sent a shiver down your spine.

Your offered him a warm smile. “Welcome to our humble village. I’m [Y/N].” You extended your hand, and he took it in a friendly handshake, smiling back.

“The name’s Technoblade.”

Your eyebrows quirked. “Technoblade,” you repeated. “That’s a unique name.”

“Thanks,” he said, jokingly adding, “I got it for my birthday.”

You giggled at that. He may look regal and intimidating, but right off the bat, it seemed that his personality was far from it. “You know what they say, a bad joke is always the best way to leave a good first impression.”

He frowned, feigning sadness. “Oh, c’mon, it wasn’t that bad.”

Your lips twitched. “Well, I laughed at it, so I’ll give you that.” His face lit up once more, and you felt your stomach churn with warmth. “Well, what brings you here?”

He gestured to the pack he had clipped to his belt. “Just looking to do a few trades, really.”

You looked at him in confusion. “A king? Trading with commoners like us?”

He blinked for a moment. “Ah, about that, I’m not really a king, per se.” He plucked his crown from off his head, tossing it casually in his hands. “The crown and robes are more for… aesthetic purposes, to say the least. I don’t really rule over my own country or anything.

Your tilted your head at him. “Where do you come from, then? I can only imagine you travelled for a while to get here.”

He shrugged. “It was kind of far, but it wasn’t a big deal, really. I never got lost.”

You raised your eyebrows at him. “Never?” you said.

“Never,” he confirmed. His grinned smugly, your heart reeling at the sight. “I’m a human GPS, if you will.”

You stifled a laugh but couldn’t hide your smile. What a dork. “Totally.”

His grin only widened. “Anyways, I’m from this place called Pogtopia.” You must have made a face at his words, because he laughed at you and god, even his laugh was pretty. “Yeah, it’s kind of a funny name, isn’t it? Well, I didn’t come up with it. My friends Tommy and Wilbur did.”

“They must be…” You looked for a good word. “…interesting people.”

He laughed. “It’s okay—you’re allowed to say they have bad taste in names.”

You giggled, your cheeks flushing in slight embarrassment. “Okay, yeah, their taste is pretty poor.” You glanced at him. “Are they the kings of your country then, since they named it?”

“Kind of. I guess you could call them kings, but they’re more like self-instated presidents, even though that kind of defeats the whole purpose of having a president.” You nodded, following along in agreement. “They’re trying to win back some land they were exiled from a while back called L’Manberg, although it was recently renamed Manberg, but there’s also Dream and his SMP, and—” He sighed, running a hand through his rosy locks. “It’s complicated. Basically, we’re sort of in the middle of this war, and I just kind of got roped into it.”

Your eyes widened in alarm. “A war?! Surely we wouldn’t get involved, right?” Your village, like many others, was a pacifist group of people, having no source of defense or battle skills to protect yourselves with. If this supposed war came all the way to your little village, all of you would surely perish.

Technoblade raised his arms in front of him, quickly shaking his head. “Oh, definitely not. You’ve got nothing to worry about, I swear.”

You pressed a hand to your chest as you let out a breath of relief. “Oh, thank goodness.” Technoblade smiled at you from the corner of your eye, amusement lacing his lips. You suddenly straightened, another thought popping into your head. “What about you, then? Aren’t you worried?”

He laughed again, though it sounded more like a cackle. “Me? Worried? Nahhh.” He swung his axe off his back, being careful to point it away from you. “I may not look like it, but I’m actually one of the most feared warriors in the land. Tommy and Wilbur basically begged me to join their side so I can help them win.” He gestured to himself. “You don’t have to believe me, but I think it’s pretty clear to see I’m pretty much a god at PVP.”

You hummed, shaking your head. “No, I believe you. You do look like you could seriously teach someone a thing or two with that axe, but I really don’t think I need to feed your ego anymore.” You smiled bemusedly. “It already seems to be quite large on its own.”

His grin dropped. “Wait, please, feed my ego, I thrive off complime—”

A giggle escaped your mouth as you waved your hand at him. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” Your expression grew a bit more serious. “But honestly, you’re not scared? Even a little?”

Technoblade shook his head. “Nope. A war is just a lot of fights lined up one after the other, and I’m great at winning fights. Heck, I could probably wipe out the other side in a heartbeat with what I’ve got in my arsenal. Tommy and Wilbur might just send me out by myself to do just that.”

“They would?” you said in disbelief. “Aren’t they worried for you, either?”

He snorted. “They were the ones who wanted me here to help them win, so they definitely aren’t worried.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. Well, that was no good—no good at all. Wasn’t a single person concerned for this man’s safety, not even just one? No matter how powerful he may be, this was a war you two were talking about, and wars don’t always go according to plan.

Suddenly, it hit you.

“I see,” you murmured. You raised your chin, resolve filling your veins. “Then I’ll worry for you.”

Technoblade stared at you for a long moment, stunned into silence. Panicking, you began to ramble. “You and your friends may have overwhelming confidence in you and your abilities,” you said, “but it’s still important that you recognize that sometimes things don’t go according to plan. That’s why you should worry, and if you won’t, then I’ll do it in your stead.”

When he still didn’t say anything after yet another moment, you felt embarrassment rise up in you. “I’m sorry, we just met and that was totally uncalled for of m—”

“No, no, really,” he abruptly said, shaking his head. “It’s all good. Seriously.” There was a slight pause. Then, he softly added, “Thank you. I appreciate your concern.”

His lips curled to form a smile, but this one was different from the ones he gave you before. Those ones were proud and teasing, full of mirth and some level of arrogance. But this one was softer, kinder. More genuine and real.

You liked this one more.

Still feeling slightly embarrassed from having just rambled about caring about a near stranger to his face, you quickly shifted gears. “W-Well, I should probably ask what exactly you wanted to trade for,” you said as your cheeks flushed pink. You lowered your gaze to the ground, trying to avert your eyes from his. “I can probably help you find whatever it is you need.”

Technoblade hummed. “I have a bunch of stuff with me that I can use to trade, but I’m looking for a cleric to get some mending books from.”

Your head shot up in recognition. “A cleric, you say?” Your lips curled into a small grin when he nodded. “I know just where to find him. Wait here for a minute, okay?”

As soon as he nodded his head once more, you had already taken off, bounding down the grassy path with your skirt trailing behind you. Technoblade’s gaze followed you as you rushed down the path, a pleasant warmth bubbling in the pit of stomach and he watched you run off.

Usually whenever he came to a village, the people he met were wary of him and hardly ever spoke more than the bare minimum to him. Most of them were intimidated by his appearance, others thrown off by his cockiness. And yet here you were, treating him like a friend when so many before you had done the exact opposite. You were kind, compassionate, and you saw more than just his arrogant exterior. You genuinely cared for the person he was underneath the crown and the robes. Not to mention, you were quite the sight for sore eyes.

Warmth blossomed in his chest and something fluttered in his stomach.

He was glad he came to this village.

To say your father was more than pleased to trade some books of mending for the stacks upon stacks of emeralds Technoblade had was an understatement.

“I thought you said you weren’t a king,” you said to him, your eyes nearly bulging out of your head when you saw him open his pack.

“I’m not,” Technoblade said, twirling an emerald between his fingers. “I just happen to be very wealthy.”

You shook your head at him, a smile gracing your lips. “You’re a maniac.”

He shot you a smug look. “Oh, don’t I know it.”

After he had traded for some mending books with your father, he had asked you if your village had a fletcher.

“Oh, I made a delivery to Mr. Hart earlier today,” you said. “Here, follow me.”

The trek to the other side of the village was short enough, and you were content to wait on the sides while Technoblade made some negotiations. Just then, Mrs. Lee spotted you and strode up to you.

“Good afternoon, [Y/N],” she greeted, her lips tilting into a familiar gentle smile.

“Hello, Mrs. Lee!” you chirped happily, turning to face her. “Thank you for the pumpkins, earlier today! I’ll be sure to give you some of the pumpkin pie I bake tomorrow.”

“Why, there’s no need for you to do that, dear.” She leaned close to your ear to whisper, “You know you’re my favourite of the youngins here.”

You blushed. “You know that’s not true.”

She held a finger to her lips. “It’s our little secret, alright?” She looked over your shoulder at Technoblade, who was still debating with Mr. Hart. “Looks like you’ve become acquainted with our visitor, haven’t you, dear?”

Your blush deepened. “Y-Yes! I have. His name is Technoblade and he comes from a country called Pogtopia. He traded for some books with my father just now.”

Mrs. Lee wrinkled her nose. “Weird name, the both of them, but never mind that.” She smirked at you, glancing just behind you. “He’s quite the looker, isn’t he?”

Your face exploded like a bright red tomato. “I-I, um, he’s. Um.” You took a deep breath and fanned your face, lowering your voice. “He’s handsome.”

Her smirk only grew larger. “I hope the two of you become even more acquainted then,” she said cryptically, patting your shoulder. “I’ll be on my way now, but do let me know how it goes, okay?”

You nodded dutifully, too embarrassed to say anything else. Mrs. Lee turned away and continued her way down the grassy path, smiling to herself.

If only you had seen the way he had looked at you.

Hours had passed since Technoblade had first arrived in the village, and the sun was just beginning to set. The two of you had visited just about every working person in the village, chatting away as Technoblade traded for whatever he needed from each person you two saw.

The two of you learned a lot about each other in the time you spent together. You learned that Technoblade wasn’t a huge fan of government and much preferred anarchy. He learned that you longed for something much more than your normal life in the village, but you had yet to discover what it was you wanted to do. You learned that he owned a dog named Floof. He learned the location of your favourite spot in the village. By the end of the day, it felt like you two had known each other for ages.

You secretly hoped that he would stay, but you knew that he couldn’t. The village wasn’t his home, after all.

You stood nearby as Technoblade strapped his pack back onto Carl’s saddle, chewing the inside of your lip. He climbed onto Carl, securing his axe on his back and picking up the reins in his hands. “Well, [Y/N],” he said, a hint of disappointment tinging his voice, “it looks like this is goodbye.”

“I guess so,” you murmured sadly, casting your gaze down at your feet. You had only known him for so long, but an overwhelming sense of loss filled you knowing that Technoblade was leaving and may very well never return. He was funny with his dry, dorky sense of humour and charming with his sharp grins and deep voice.

You weren’t sure you were quite ready to let go just yet.

“Um,” you spoke up, your voice cracking a little, “will you…” You peeked up at him, nervously biting the inside of your cheek as you fiddled with your fingers. “Will you ever come back?”

Something in Technoblade’s chest seized at the shy look on your face, your cheeks rosy and your gaze darting back and forth between his eyes and the ground. While he had originally only come in search of this village to trade with a cleric, he supposed he might always need more mending books in the future. Not to mention, he would also get to see you.

He smiled, letting out a soft laugh. “Yeah,” he said, “I’ll be back, so wait up for me, yeah?”

Your eyes lit up and an elated grin spread across your face. “I-I will!”

He chuckled at your giddiness, his own heart beating wildly against his rib cage. “Good.”

Sharing one last look with you, he snapped his reins and held on tight as Carl dashed forward, his gaze trailing behind him as he watched you wave your arms frantically at him. He couldn’t help but crack a smile at your enthusiasm, raising his arm to wave back at you himself. He kept waving until he could no longer see you, and only then did he face forward to find his way home.

The journey back was significantly shorter than the trip to the village, and before he knew it, he was tying Carl to his usual fence post. He was a human GPS, after all. How else would he have found the village—and you—with so much ease?

He tilted his head up, looking up at the rising moon in the east. Now he knew that the village (and you, his heart helpfully supplied once more) lay to the west, just beyond the birch forest, desert, and river. Above him, he could make out the shapes of a handful of constellations, the stars twinkling and winking down at him from space. He wondered if you were looking up at the same starry sky as him. He wondered if your stomach was full of butterflies, too.

“So,” he mused to himself aloud, his heart thump-thump-thumping in his chest, “[Y/N], huh?”

He was definitely going back.

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hawksward · 3 years ago

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Find Me Where the Wisteria Blooms (Giyuu x Reader x Sabito)

Summary: You were only a child when the demons took everything from you. But in the years you were on the mountain you found friendship.

Only to have it all ripped away again.

Pairing: Sabito/Reader/Giyuu

Rating: PG-13 (specifically for violence)

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Violence, Character Death, Angst

A/N: Watch me rip out my own heart and stomp on it in 4000 words. Characters have been aged up from 13-15 at the time of final selection (because let's be real why was Urokodaki sending 13-year-olds in the first place.)

Thirteen

“Last again.” The boy with the peach-colored hair taunted, “Guess you don’t have what it takes.”

You would have thrown a rock at his head if you weren’t hunched over with your hands on your knees, struggling to catch your breath.

“Shut up, Sabito.” You heaved “You won’t sound so high and mighty when I’m a hashira.”

Three months had passed since your arrival on the mountain. The morning hikes up the mountain only to race back down again started off like torture considering your background. You had a normal childhood. One cut tragically short after your village was slaughtered by a demon. The screams were still audible every time you closed your eyes to sleep. The sound of the footsteps above the loose floorboard where you hid plagued your dreams.

The sun was high in the sky the next day when Urokodaki came to check for survivors. It was almost ironic to think that you went your whole life not knowing monsters were real, only to find there was a man training students to fight them on a nearby mountain. He pulled you out of the hole in the floor and carried you up the mountain. He let you stay with him weeks before you decided to start training.

You were already a couple of months behind the two boys your age who trained on the mountain. Giyuu and Sabito. Giyuu did everything he could to help you catch up with your swordsmanship. Sabito, however, just continued to tell you about how you weren’t man enough to become a demon slayer.

You never were quite sure if he meant your spirit or your lack of biological parts.

“Leave her alone” Giyuu protested “She was definitely faster that time.”

Were you actually? Who knows. If the mountain exercises were hard, the sword training was harder. Your new skills were nothing compared to either boy. Sabito had already grasped the first two forms of water breathing and Giyuu has mastered the first. Meanwhile, you were lucky to land a strike on either. You ended each day rubbing salve on new welts.

“You are getting better.” Giyuu joined you that evening while you sat outside, rubbing your tired muscles in preparation to do it all again tomorrow “Sabito just doesn’t know how to act around girls.”

“Whatever.” You frowned, “If he tells me I’m not man enough again, I’ll make sure he never will be either.”

A quick, hard sword swing between the legs would take care of that.

Giyuu laughed, “You would have gotten along really well with my sister. She didn’t let anyone walk all over her either.”

“What happened to her?” You asked, already prepared for the answer. No one came to train with Urokodaki because they had a happy home life.

“She sacrificed herself to save me.” He looked down at the ground “She was supposed to be married the next day.”

“Giyuu…” You paused before looking up at him, sliding your hand over his “I’m sure she’d be proud to see you now.”

He looked over at you, his eyes haunted. “I wish it were me instead.”

You pulled your hand away almost as quickly as you placed it there, turning your head to stare back at the night sky “Me too.”

Fourteen

A year passed since you first arrived on the mountain. Tasks that once seemed impossible, you could now do without a second thought. You were faster, stronger. But most importantly, you were a winner.

“Look who doesn’t have what it takes now.” You said, a smug grin plastered on your face. You sat casually on a nearby log when Sabito made it down the mountain. You barely managed to catch your breath as you only made it down a couple of minutes prior. He didn’t need to know that though.

“I bet you still can’t beat me in a fight.” He barely needed a moment to catch his breath while Giyuu appeared.

“Challenge accepted.” You rose from the log to meet him head-on. The fact that he and Giyuu were already so tall was unfair. “I’ll see you at sword training.”

It sounded more dramatic when you said it. After a lunch filled with an intense staring match and Giyuu trying to fill the awkward silence, you found yourself standing in the part of the mountain where you practiced sword drills. The wooden katana felt familiar in your hand. 200 sword swings before you were even able to start practice would do that.

You ignored the fatigue in your arms as you took your stance. Sabito took his position opposite you, Giyuu and Urokodaki standing a safe distance away to observe.

Urokodaki gave the signal to begin and Sabito rushed you immediately. You quick side-stepped to miss the first blow, blocking the second with your sword. It wasn’t a secret that he was physically stronger than you, but you had the advantage of speed now. In the months since your arrival on the mountain, your breathing techniques had improved tremendously. You had the stamina and speed advantage and could wait until he tired himself out. He knew he needed to end the fight quickly.

You backed away while he brought himself back into his stance, widening the gap between you. You rushed him to close the distance, lifting your sword over your head as if you would bring it down on him. Just before your katana would fall on his, you dropped into a slide. Your hands changed grip on the katana, angling it so it caught his ankles as your momentum kept you sliding.

The force of your entire body weight ripped him off his feet and onto his back. You quickly pushed yourself off the ground stood over him, your sword pressing lightly against his neck.

“I win. You have no head.” You suppressed the stupid grin that was threatening to cover your face. The look of shock in his eyes was rewarding enough.

“That trick was dirty.” He complained, staring up at you from the ground. “In a fair fight you would have lost.”

“Demons don’t fight fair.” You said, extending your hand out to him “Why should I?”

“She’s right. There is no such thing as a fair fight with a demon. You need to use every trick you have against them.” Urokodaki gave you a small nod before returning his attention to Sabito.

Sabito reluctantly grabbed your hand, using you as leverage to pull himself off the ground. It was clear that although he accepted your mentor’s judgment that you won the fight, he wasn’t happy about it. He looked down at you for a moment before quickly averting his gaze, his face flushed from what you assumed to be exertion.

“Fine. You won.” He grumbled “But you won’t be able to use the same trick twice. I want a rematch tomorrow.”

“You’re on.” You flashed a large smile, letting go of his hand. “I’m still going to win though.”

“Focus on the present.” Urokodaki scolded, nudging Giyuu to step into the circle “If you don’t keep your focus to the opponent in front of you, you’ll lose.”

“Right.” You nodded, turning to face Giyuu. You assumed your stance while he readied himself, the two of you waiting for the signal to begin.

“Sorry to interrupt your winning streak,” Giyuu said as you waited, “But I don’t intend to lose.”

Both of you leaped into action at the signal, rushing toward each other as your katanas met with a harsh clack.

You lost that fight, but in the end, it didn’t matter. You finally felt like their equal.

Fifteen

Spring came again to the mountain as the weeks counted down until final selection. You trained with Urokodaki for almost two years. You mastered water breathing. You could cut a boulder in half with a thin blade.

You weren’t the scared little girl under the floorboards anymore.

You sat in the forest, using one of the knives you found in the house to carve your initials into the tree. Along with Giyuu and Sabato’s. Something to commemorate your graduation into demon slayers. They had become your best friends. The thought of being apart after final selection was almost painful.

“Urokodaki is going to make you run laps around the mountain until next year if he finds out you’re using the kitchen knife for that.”

You looked up to see Sabito standing behind you, Giyuu laughing beside him.

“Well then don’t tell him” you grumbled, returning to your work “It's not like I can use my sword for this.”

The two boys watched you continue your work, laughing at your uneven lines as you tried to carve Urokodaki’s tengu mask. He gave the three of you hand-carved fox masks for the trial. Each one was designed differently based on personality. Your mask had the left eye covered by wisteria, your favorite flower. Something you were sure you only mentioned to the man once or twice.

By the time you finished, it was already time for dinner. In the last week prior to the trial, Urokodaki had given the three of you the week off from training as both a reward and for time to mentally prepare. Without a clear schedule, you could barely keep track of the time.

You hid the knife in your sleeve as you stood up, you would return it to the drawer when Urokodaki wasn’t paying attention. “When we all become hashira you both better promise to come visit my mansion.”

“There can’t be three water hashira.” Giyuu said, leading the group “Especially when there’s only nine of them in total.”

You stuck your tongue out at the back of his head, causing Sabito to laugh. Giyuu turned around, confused, to see both of you just smiling back.

“Says you. When we finish the trial they’ll be begging to have three water hashira.” You joked. You laughed the rest of the way home, but before you could enter the house you were pulled to the side, out of sight.

You looked up at Sabito, who still had his hand on your arm. “What are you doing?” You whispered harshly, not bothering to pull away.

“When Urokodaki goes to sleep, will you meet me out by the lake?” He asked, staring intensely into your eyes.

“Why, what are we doing?” You smiled, interested at the prospect of doing something Urokodaki wouldn’t approve of “I can pull Giyuu aside when he’s not paying attention…”

“No.” He interrupted, looking away for a brief moment before bringing his attention back to you “Just you. Please say you’ll come.”

You felt the heat rise to your face immediately. The three of you did everything together, not inviting Giyuu was unheard of. “Y-yeah. Of course, I’ll be there.”

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You left ample time in between when you heard Sabito leave and when you made your exit. You tiptoed into the night air as quietly as you could manage. The feeling of guilt squeezing your heart for a quick moment as you passed by Giyuu’s sleeping form.

The air was crisp, the sound of crickets chirping filling the air. You grabbed your sword from its spot near the door, you could never be too careful when out at night. The lake wasn’t a far walk from the house, a bit further up the mountain and through a thick of trees.

You found Sabito sitting on a downed tree, watching the moon reflect off the water. You took a seat next to him, watching the water as well. You weren’t sure if you should speak up. You weren’t really sure why he asked you out here without Giyuu either.

“I’m glad you came.” He said, still looking at the water.

“Are you going to tell me why you asked me out here and not Giyuu?” You looked up at him, waiting for him to respond. Or at least look at you.

“I’m sorry for how I treated you when you showed up to the mountain. It was just me and Giyuu for a while and I didn’t want it to change.” He continued to stare out, nervously shifting his weight beneath him. “I just needed to tell you before final selection. In case anything happens.”

“Nothings going to happen” You reassured him “We’re all going to make it off that mountain.”

He turned to face you this time, a serious expression on his face. “We don’t know what kind of demons will be there. I won’t let anything happen to you or Giyuu.”

You studied his face, confused as to where this was all coming from. It went without saying you would all look out for each other during the trial. You would make sure nothing happened to him and Giyuu as well. “We’re friends, Sabito. Giyuu and I are going to look out for you as well.”

“I don’t want to be your friend.” Your look of shock took him by surprise, causing him to rub his temples in frustration “That’s not what I mean.”

You waited as he collected his thoughts, still troubled by him not wanting to be your friend. You knew that your relationship started off rocky, but you thought you were close now.

“I think I love you.” He blurted out, forcing himself to get over the fear of your reaction “I can’t shake the feeling that I want to be around you all the time. Without Giyuu. I hate myself for thinking that your safety is more important than anyone else. You’re one of the strongest people I know...but...I understand if you think I’m not worthy of you.” His fingers went up to touch the scar that trailed from his mouth to his ear.

You grabbed his hand away from his scar, holding it in both of your own. “I would never think that.” Time seemed to stop as you stared into his eyes. Ever since your arrival, he had drawn your eye but considering your relationship you never thought about being anything more than just a friend. You cared for him with all of your heart. You would prioritize his safety over your own. Maybe that was love the whole time?

“In a couple years, when we’re older, I’m going to ask you to marry me. I hope you’ll have an answer by then.”

The heat immediately rushed back to your cheeks, your hand letting go of his to cover your mouth. You were positive that in your shock you looked like a gasping fish.

“When we become hashira.” You began, lowering your hand “I expect you to propose again. So I can say yes.”

The world disappeared when he leaned in and placed his lips softly against yours. The two of you were so absorbed in the moment that neither noticed a presence lurking behind a tree a few yards away. Giyuu heard you get up in the middle of the night only to find Sabito gone as well. Naturally, he grabbed his sword and followed your tracks to see what you were up to without him.

Giyuu left as you both pulled away, he’d heard the whole conversation and knew better than to interrupt now.

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By the second day of final selection, the three of you must have cleared out nearly ⅔ of the demons on the mountain. Each of you equipped with a thin nichirin sword and a mask handcrafted by Urokodaki for protection. Almost all the participants chose to stay together and things were going well. Well enough that for a moment you thought you would all make it off the mountain.

The smell came first. Demons always had a rotting scent to them but this was extreme. Like you were choking on the air. You barely had a chance to react when a group of arms reached out of the darkness. You leaped out of the way, rolling to a stop. Looking up, you saw Sabito using water wheel to cut the limbs from where they grabbed the bodies of the other recruits.

“Giyuu!” You shouted, rushing over to where he was slumped against a tree. He lifted his head up to reveal blood rushing down his face from a head wound, his mask broken on the ground. His eyes were unfocused, but the damage didn’t look extreme. He most likely had a concussion.

“Go, run!” You looked over to see Sabito directing the others, keeping the arms at bay while the smell grew more pungent. “Take the wounded and get out.”

He disappeared into the darkness of the trees, along with the arms.

“You!” You grabbed one of the recruits “Take him with you, please.”

“No.” Giyuu grabbed your arm, bringing your attention to him “I can still fight.”

“You’re not fit to fight anything right now.” You untied the strings of your mask and removed it from your head, placing it into his hands “This will keep you safe. I’m going to expect it back when I find you.”

You gave him a smile while he tried to weakly fight his way out of the grip of the two recruits carrying him off. You turned around and rushed into the dark, trying to keep up concentration breathing despite the overpowering stench.

It didn’t take long to find the source. A horrible, deformed demon covered in arms. It noticed you immediately, keeping its eyes on you while still easily keeping Sabito busy with a flurry of attacks.

“What are you doing here?” Sabito shouted at you, deflecting another arm “Go find the others, I can handle this.”

“I won’t just leave you here.”

“Another meal I don’t have to hunt for, it’s my lucky day!” The demon spoke, hiding its mouth behind a number of hands “Is she one of Urokodakis as well? I don’t see a mask but I suppose if I’m going to eat you anyway it doesn’t matter.”

You drew your sword, slicing one of its hands from its wrist as it surged toward you. You sliced limb after limb as it regenerated, desperately trying to create an opening for Sabito to strike its neck.

“Third form: Flowing Dance!” You steadied your breathing and summoned a torrent of water from your sword, twisting and turning to slice all of the limbs in your path. The quick strikes created an opening for Sabito to leap up, drawing his sword and quickly using all his strength to slice the monster’s neck.

The sound of a loud snap filled the air.

You looked up to see Sabito’s sword snap in two, the monster's neck still intact.

Everything else happened so fast.

You stepped forward to rush the demon, your eyes closing momentarily to blink. Something warm sprayed your face, reminding you of summer rain. When you opened your eyes you saw the demon had regenerated an arm and grabbed Sabito by the head. His body dangling below it.

Unmoving.

Your knees gave out below you as the demon dropped his headless corpse to the ground. Your hand reached up to touch your face, pulling away with a smear of blood covering your palm. Your first thought was that this had to be a nightmare. That you were laying on your futon, sound asleep, restless from the stress of the impending trial.

You don’t know how long you stared. You should have run. If Sabito couldn’t beat it how could you hope to?

“Now that he’s dealt with, I think I’ll eat you first. You’ll taste even better covered in the blood of your friend.” the demon laughed, finally snapping you out of your stupor. You used your sword to push yourself off of your knees, using your sleeve to wipe some of the blood from your face. To wipe him off your face.

“I’m going to send you to hell.” You moved with speed you didn’t know you were capable of, deftly avoiding and deflecting the arms moving toward you. You were possessed by rage. You struggled to keep your breathing in check and you knew you were being reckless. But you couldn’t bring yourself to stop.

You continued to cut through limbs as fast as they could regrow but eventually, your luck ran out. One of the demon’s arms erupted from the ground, sending you flying into the air only to have the wind knocked out of you when you reached the ground.

You lay splayed on the ground, trying to will your body to move as tears streamed down your face. Everything felt numb, your fingertips refusing to move as you tried with all your might to grab your sword. The demon grabbed your neck, lifting you off the ground until you were at eye level.

“You get to be number fourteen,” he said as he stared at you, his grip tightening around your throat “After that Ill eat your friend and will have digested fifteen of Urokodaki’s students.”

The voice sounded further and further away as your air source dwindled. You glanced over to Sabito’s body on the ground as black spots began to fill your vision. You couldn’t save him. Neither of you would fulfill your promise to the other. You thought of Giyuu, hopefully on the other side of the mountain with the others now. Somewhere far away. Where the hand demon wouldn’t find them in time. In your final moments, you prayed, to anything that would listen, that Giyuu would make it back home.

It was the last thing you did before everything went dark.

Twenty-Five

Years passed since Muzan Kibutsuji was defeated. All of the demons who preyed on humans were eradicated. The fight was finally over. Giyuu made the most of the four years he was given, mindful of the timeline given to him when he obtained the demon slayer mark.

He knew it was his time. He laid in his bed, in a small house he obtained with land to till. Something quiet after all his time in the demon slayer corps. His old haori lay across a chair, the mask you gave him hanging from the wall.

You told him you would take it back when you returned. Instead, he arrived back at the mountain alone, carrying your mask and Sabito’s haori. He didn’t know how he was going to tell your mentor. Thankfully he didn’t have to. One look and Urokodaki only nodded, vowing to never send another student to the final selection. The day he left the mountain he thought he saw you and Sabito standing there, only to disappear when he turned around.

When they made him a hashira he heard your voice, telling him that all three of you would make it. That they should be honored to have three water hashira. He thought about the night before the final selection and the promise his two friends made to each other. Once again he thought it should have been him who died instead.

In the weeks leading up to this moment, he’d been having the same dream. A woman on her wedding day, dressed in a white kimono, her hair piled up with an elaborate pin. Some nights it was his sister, other nights it was you. Or at least he thought it was. You looked to be the age he was now, what you should have been. Both women denied a future in exchange for saving his life.

Giyuu turned his head, feeling a hand on his own. He looked up to see his sister kneeling beside the bed. She gave him a warm smile, rubbing his hand in reassurance. If this was a dream he wasn’t sure if he wanted to wake up.

“It’s been a while, Giyuu.”

He directed his attention to the voice, one he recognized as his best friend. Sabito stood at the foot of his bed, a smile on his face. You stood next to him, your face as kind as he remembered. Tsutako gripped his hand, helping to ease him out of bed. His body felt lighter than it had in days.

You stepped forward, grabbing his other hand, holding it in both hands as if he would break. A smile on your face.

“We’ve come to bring you home.”

#kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer #giyuu tomioka #sabito #sabito kny #tomioka giyu x reader #sabito x reader

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jaskiersvalley · 5 years ago

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so wolves (the animals) show affection to humans in specific and structured ways - if you aren't high enough "ranked" as it were in the pack, you wait until those above you get a chance, essentially. what if witchers are like that and they WANT to show affection to jaskier but they CAN'T because geralt hasn't done it yet and they're like "please tell the bard you like him so i can tease him please i'm going mad" meanwhile jaskiers like "why do they just stand there glaring?"

What a delightful idea, Nonnie! Though I’ll put my hand up and admit I don’t know current theories on wolf pack structure and the like so please brace yourself for a liberal dose of artistic licence that’s about to come.

As was tradition, Jaskier and Geralt went their separate ways for winter. It wasn’t that Jaskier didn’t like Kaer Morhen but he couldn’t spend months on end with four surly witchers in a crumbling old keep that they hated and adored at the same time. No, Jaskier liked his creature comforts and at least his home didn’t have drafts, a library that held more than mouldy old tomes about poisons. Plus, there were people around him, those who appreciated his music, his wit and company. That wasn’t to say that the witchers didn’t but there was a hug difference between a grunt that could mean anything along a spectrum of “play that again and I’ll gut you” to “if you don’t play it again, I’ll gut you”. Jaskier thrived on the feedback of others and quite liked being showered in praise. Then again, who didn’t?

So Jaskier returned home and so did Geralt. He made his path to Kaer Morhen, greeted his fellow wolves as always and settled in for a long, harsh season. The old keep needed a lot of attention and it kept them busy for weeks on end, trying to patch holes in the roof, fill up the cracks in the walls. It was a thankless and never ending task. But at least it was mindless work that allowed them to burn off energy without having to think, no worries or fears about messing up.

On a bland, dark night, Geralt woke from his slumber to a deep rumble and his bed shook. His mind flashed back to the attack of Kaer Morhen and he jumped up, grabbing his sword and igni already warm in his palm as he barged out of his room. He found Eskel backing out of his room, debris in his hair. Before they could talk, the whole keep gave a violent quiver and dust, along with small chunks of stone showered them.

“The keeps coming down!” Eskel growled and, despite all sense, he dashed back into his room.

“Fuck.” Geralt did the same, gathering as much of his meagre possessions as he could. Armour, weapons and potions had to come first. He took a longing look at some of the trinkets Jaskier had given him but knew he couldn’t grab them safely. So he turned, heart heavy and ran, Eskel behind him. They got to the stables for Roach and Scorpion, the horses were panicked and stamping their feet, whinnying in distress.

At least Lambert and Vesemir were outside too by the time they managed to wrangle their horses. From the courtyard, they watched as a tower toppled, crashing through the roof of what had been the pantry and kitchen.

“We need to leave,” Vesemir said. “It’s all collapsing.”

Even as he spoke, cracks appeared under their feet. None of them really remembered much of the next couple of minutes, four witchers and two horses running along a snow laden pass, too focused on surviving to care about twisted ankles or cuts from bramble to cheeks. It was dark, only the moonlight from the clear sky illuminated their way and even with their heightened senses it was a perilous trek. Behind them there was an almighty crack and rumble. Turning as one, they watched the last of Kaer Morhen topple. There was no more home for the School of the Wolf.

“What now?” Lambert asked, sounding more lost than any of them had ever heard before.

They knew they couldn’t stay, winter was too harsh, they didn’t have the resources or the equipment to survive in the remnants of Kaer Morhen. Witchers weren’t welcomed to winter in courts, even taverns were skittish. To house one witcher was almost too much for most. Four of them under one roof was never going to happen.

“Jaskier.” Geralt said and moved to the front of their group, Roach’s rein in hand. “Follow me.”

They walked. Through bitterly cold storms, knee deep snow, pelted by hail, they kept moving. Whenever they encountered a town or village, there was always movement in windows, people curious to watch four bedraggled witchers slog through the elements, dressed in a way a mortal man would have succumbed to winter’s harsh chill already. Yet nobody offered them refuge or even a meal.

When Lambert’s foot got caught on a root and twisted, he ended up being lifted onto Scorpion’s back and they kept going. No mage or healer would see them. Finally, Geralt was leading them down a path to a mansion that looked so warm and inviting, none of the witchers could even imagine going near it, let alone inside. Yet that was where Geralt was headed. He knocked on the fancy door, water frozen into the mess his hair had become. They waited, not daring to hope that maybe someone would answer their call.

The door swung open and a butler looked over them with disdain. However, he stepped aside and gestured them into the warmth.

“Please wait here,” he instructed. “I will fetch you the standards.”

Watching his retreating back, Lambert wriggled to sit down instead of leaning on Eskel. He plopped down with a thump and tipped his head back, appreciating the warmth of being indoors.

“Standards?” Vesemir asked?

“For those in need,” the butler replied as he returned. “We don’t turn anyone away without some help at least. Food and furs.”

“No.” Geralt shook his head. “We’re here to see Jaskier.”

“A lot of people come in the hopes of seeing the master. Everyone wants to bask in his fame.”

“Tell him his wolves are here,” Geralt snapped. He stared down the butler and pulled his medallion from under his cloak, flashing it like some badge.

“I’m afraid that witcher or not, I still cannot permit you more than I would anyone else who comes to ask for help.”

Teeth bared, Geralt lost his patience. He turned towards the stairs and bellowed, “Jaskier! Jaskier get your arse down here!”

There was a clatter from somewhere within the mansion and the sound of rushing feet.

“Geralt! Geralt! You’re here!” Jaskier skidded into the entrance hall, slightly out of breath. “You’re all here! What happened?”

It took Geralt a moment to look over Jaskier, take in how cosy, happy and well he looked. Behind him, the other witchers stared too.

“Kaer Morhen’s gone.”

A hand to his chest, Jaskier took a dramatic step back. “My poor wolves. You had to traverse the continent in such harsh conditions. I am so sorry. Though I offer you shelter and the opportunity to call my humble mansion your new home, you are under no obligation to accept.”

He looked at the other witchers behind Geralt who were all glaring at him and Geralt. That wasn’t a good sign. Maybe Jaskier had missed something or had already managed to offend them within a minute of opening his mouth. That would have to be a new record.

“Geralt,” Eskel wasn’t whining but he was definitely pleading. It was echoed by Lambert who was tugging at Eskel to be helped back up onto his feet.

“Oh!” Jaskier looked over. “You’re hurt. I’ll get a healer over right away.”

Maybe that had been the issue, Jaskier should have been paying more attention. But then even Vesemir joined in with an annoyed “for fuck’s sake Geralt!” that made zero sense.

“What’s going on?” Jaskier asked but didn’t get a verbal answer. However, he was wrapped in two solid arms, still cold from the outside and Geralt was pressing his face into his neck.

“It’s good to see you again,” he murmured to Jaskier and stepped away. Instantly, Vesemir was there, offering his own much more respectable greeting. He was all but bowled out of the way as Eskel and Lambert fought each other like excitable puppies to bundle into Jaskier’s embrace.

It would have been a lie to claim Jaskier understood but he realised that he was Geralt’s first and foremost which gave him some kind of hierarchical right. In the end, Jaskier decided to not worry about it. His concern was making sure his wolves were set up in new, warm and safe rooms, that they were well provided for and Lambert’s ankle was properly healed. While his mansion would never compare to Kaer Morhen, it was maybe the fresh start and a happier place to spend winter for his wolves.

#geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #eskel #lambert #vesemir #witcher wolf pack #tldr: kaer morhen falls and the wolves find a new home

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sablelab · 4 years ago

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Covert Operations - Chapter 155

SUMMARY: The Flash Mission is in play as the operatives arrive at their destination and James Fraser and Claire Beauchamp seek their unsuspecting target … Jonathon Randall. Little does he know who his assailants are, and what lies in store for him from his captors.

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CHAPTER 155

This Flash Mission was one that James Fraser had organised to run as smoothly and as quickly as possible in order to catch their target unawares and return to Section post haste. It was imperative that Jonathon Randall had no inclination that he was being targeted in any way, and was oblivious that Section One was indeed carrying out this offensive this very night at his home. Jamie had studied all the intel from John Grey and the surveillance operatives as to Randall’s personal residence in Aberdeen, and it was here that the operation would be carried out.

From the briefing session announcement, first team knew that their leader was planning a mission to capture Jonathon Randall but not that it would be a Flash Mission per se. These flash missions were run on a moment’s notice, and when they were informed they would be leaving Section earlier than first told, they knew that James Fraser thought this mission too important and urgent to wait any longer. Although he had planned this mission to the nth degree, the team members were not aware of the parameters of the profile until the last minute. Jamie had not given them their PDA’s as they passed through Van access, but the mission objective was handed to Rupert Mackenzie and Geillis Duncan and the others in the van enroute as they departed Section for their destination.

“Details are on yer panels,” Jamie announced as he handed his operatives and Team 2 their orders.

The operatives studied their mission objectives as they proceeded to the target area. The very nature of a Flash Mission was stealth, and as team leader Jamie had planned for all contingencies, for nothing could go wrong in carrying out their offensive this evening. Jonathon Randall would be captured and they would bring him back to Section One to face his fate.

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In no time the mission van had reached its destination and parked near a sprawling mansion on the outskirts of Aberdeen. In the dead of the night the Section operatives unloaded in quick succession from the SUV at a discreet distance from the main house. No sooner had they stopped than the black clad operatives dressed in mission attire and balaclavas, which were pulled over their faces, blended into the environs like invisible ninjas. They approached the Randall estate surrounding the perimeter ready for the assault to contain and eliminate if necessary, as many of the associates of their target’s as possible. The dark grip of night had well descended with just the twinkling stars to brighten the night sky for illumination. Rupert Mackenzie cut a chain link fence to let the operatives through, then filing under, they took up positions under cover. Continuing to penetrate the estate, they blended so well into the darkness of night, camouflaged in the colour of darkness.

Some illumination was evident on all sides of the house except for the southern side, which was in shadows. Geillis Duncan and Rupert Mackenzie advanced in the moonlight, towards the house while other members of Team 2 followed with furtive scrambling under the wire fence until all Team members were in position. This Flash Mission was clandestine in nature and all operatives knew that failure was not an option. Although Murtagh Fitzgibbons had his own mission to prep, he had still issued them with special night vision goggles and state of the art silent laser weapons, which were quick, quiet and clean. So, light of foot and moving with stealth around the perimeter, the operatives got into place. Joe Abernathy and his Team were lying in the grass with their guns at the ready, watching and waiting for any security guards to appear. Jamie’s team and Second Team had their profiles, and this time it was imperative that they were victorious in the capture of their target. The future of the mission depended on the successful execution without any casualty to any team member. Rupert Mackenzie and Geillis Duncan moved quietly to their marks, and assembled in the dark of night waiting in readiness for further orders while Abernathy alerted Jamie to this team’s status.

“Okay Fraser, we’re in place. All appears quiet. The perimeter’s clean here,” he stated.

“Stay alert in case we need back up.”

“Gotcha.”

Meanwhile, Jamie and Claire got out of the van and soundlessly approached the sprawling mansion. Blending into the night time surroundings, the two operatives moved swiftly but soundlessly towards the house. Stopping a few meters from the front door, Jamie alerted his team members as to their positions.

“Is the boundary clean in yer area?”

“Yes, Jamie. Nothing to report,” Geillis replied keeping a vigilant watch on her designated area.

“Mackenzie?”

“All clear here too.”

“Good. “Team one, plant ignition devices when ordered,” Jamie said affirming their instructions.

“Copy,” the two operatives reported as they began to move into position.

“Keep alert, this willna take long, I will give ye orders to ignite the incendiary devices when we have contained the target.”

“With pleasure,” was their unanimous reply as the two shadowy figures, of Geillis Duncan and Rupert Mackenzie, ran silently towards the house to carry out their orders and begin their sequence.

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As James Fraser and Claire Beauchamp blended into the surroundings, he glanced at his partner before they proceeded any further. Jamie could tell by her body language that his Claire was a little edgy.

“Are ye alright Sassenach?” he asked softly running his eyes over her countenance.

“I'm fine Jamie. Just a little nervous at the thought of coming face to face with Randall once more.”

“Do ye want to step down?”

“No, I'll be fine ... Thanks.”

His hand lightly touched her arm in reassurance. You’ve got this Claire … We’ve got this … his eyes indicated in support as they once more edged closer to the house. The two operatives made their way to the front yard then stopped. Ever vigilant, Jamie cast a look around the perimeter where Team two were located, before he surreptitiously gave hand signals to Claire indicating their entry point at the front door and to move ahead.

“We'll go in here,” he gestured as he quickly scanned the door for any security devices he would need to disable, but he noticed that something was wrong.

There was no outward sign of any security system at the door, but that was no indication that there wasn’t one hidden in the lock or in the door frame itself. Jamie carefully ran his gloved hand all over the door panels, the doorknob and knocker. Feeling something amiss he signalled to Claire to keep alert, then contacted Fergus who was also keeping track of the proceedings in Tactical back at Section One.

“Okay Fergus, we may have a stumbling block.”

“Focus your infrared beam on the security light above the front entrance,” he directed.

Jamie did as instructed, and immediately Fergus saw Randall’s security plan of the residence pop up on his computer screen.

The young techie looked at the camera view and came back with instructions … “Do what I say…”

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Jamie opened his mission jacket to reveal a vest loaded with gadgets Murtagh had given him to detect anything hidden. Removing some type of sensor, he carefully ran it along the outer door frame and over other areas on the door. He stopped moving it when the device lit up indicating the location of an alarm of some sort. Holding the instrument over this position, he waited for directions from Fergus in how to fix the problem.

“Wait Jamie. The scanner will light up soon,” the computer techie announced.

So, he waited for the scanner in his hand to reveal the combination to disable the alarm and open the door. It didn’t take long until several serial numbers soon appeared enabling Jamie to disable the alarm system hidden under the door knocker itself. After discovering the number sequence, it only took a moment for the fortified door to open.

“Sensor circuit is closed. You're clear to enter,” Fergus announced happily as he watched Jamie disable the alarm.

He turned to Claire with a wry smile, knowing that soon their nemesis, Jonathon Randall would be in their custody.

“Got it,” he whispered with conviction to the technical Wizz back at Section.

“Excellent. Proceed inside to the main foyer,” was his next instruction.

Silently gesticulating to Claire, they both placed their night goggles on, drew their silencers and entered the premises like invisible thieves in the night. Once inside they soon disappeared into the shadows towards the area their IT specialist had indicated. The two operatives paused before continuing further into the house. They needed more intel on the number of people inside just in case Randall had security personnel scattered throughout the house or not.

“Fergus?”

“What is it Jamie?”

“How many inside?”

“I’m not seeing anything thus far. Proceed carefully.”

Meanwhile, outside the team members kept guard and followed orders. They surveyed the surroundings for any anomalies by keeping alert in order to deal with anything that would impact on the success of the mission or alert their target to the danger he was in.

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All was quiet inside the house, as they proceeded with stealth, except for the ticking of the Grandfather clock in the atrium. Light of foot, Jamie and Claire passed through the foyer into the loungeroom keeping a close watch on any irregularities now that they were inside the mansion.

“Any sign of Randall?” Jamie asked again with just a touch of bitterness in his voice. “What does your sat-thermo say?”

“Nothing yet,” Fergus replied as he studied the blueprints that defined Randall’s residence on his computer back at Section. However, he soon got back to Jamie with the intel they needed as to his location, for an image of a sleeping occupant appeared on his screen.

“Thermo is hot, but only in one room. It has to be Randall,” he reported convincingly.

“Do ye have confirmation where he is?” Jamie asked giving a nod to Claire to keep watch.

“Jonathon Randall’s bedroom is at the top of the flight of stairs to your left. There is a heat thermal in the first room Jamie. That is where you will find him. Randall is home alone. The other rooms are cold.”

“Thank ye.”

James Fraser and Claire Beauchamp quickly made their way towards the staircase that led to the second storey. Silently they ran up the stairs two at a time and down the corridor to where the bedrooms were located. Making their way to the site of their target, Jamie gave Claire a sideways glance as they paused outside Jonathon Randall’s bedroom door both holding their guns at the ready. He could see the determined glint in her eyes as they shared a moment of anticipation knowing that on the other side of this door, was the man who would soon be their captive.

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Jamie nodded to Claire of his intentions.

After a silent countdown between them, James Fraser lunged at the door and with one almighty kick, kicked it open forcing the door from its hinges. The wood splintered in all directions as they rushed into the room before Jonathon Randall realised what had happened. He woke up with a start at the noise of his room being smashed in, thinking that a bomb had exploded and that he was the target of an offensive by one of his enemies. How true was that thought, but he would never in a million years think that the two assailants, who had burst into his bedroom, were the very two people he had tortured with such heinous methods of suffering, more than any individual could endure, at the monastery.

He tried to reach for a weapon hidden under his pillow, but before he could move, Claire Beauchamp was standing on the bed holding her gun to his head. She cocked the trigger as Jonathon Randall looked around wondering who these two masked intruders could be.

“WHAT THE HELL!!!” he shouted indignantly. “WHO ARE YOU?!!” WHAT DO YOU WANT ?!!” he demanded trying to see who it was who had entered his bedroom so aggressively while he was sleeping.

However, it was difficult to see anything in the pitch-black room that he could distinguish as to their identity. His first thought was that they were two henchmen sent from the Black Panthers’ triad for payback for Samuel Li’s execution. That was the most logical assumption, but it could be anyone as he had made several enemies amongst the other triad groups as well. As he looked at the menacing duo, he began to have feelings of doom cross his mind, as these two masked intruders had him at his most vulnerable, and he was at their mercy. He was in a perilous situation, and one he had never been on the receiving end of before.

How was he ever going to get out of this situation? he thought in trepidation.

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Neither Claire nor Jamie spoke.

They just forcibly grabbed Randall, hauling him from his bed and left the room, frog-marching him between the two of them. As they exited his bedroom, Jonathon could feel the cold hard metal of a gun pressed into his side and wondered where they would be taking him, and what, if anything, he could do to escape.

On the way back down the stairs, Jamie reached into his mission vest and pulled out one of Murtagh Fitzgibbon’s piece de resistance … a special self-combustible charge. He attached the hydrocarbon, chemical solvent covering plastique to the walls. The pyrophoric substance would ultimately cause detonation in a short time and ignite instantly upon exposure to the air. Hence it was imperative that they leave the house as quickly as possible, as it wasn’t long before the plastique burst into flames and the pungent smell of smoke was noticeable.

Acrid fumes teased his nostrils, and James Fraser couldn’t contain the look of glee that shone in his eyes, while his mouth curled at the irony of what had just happened.

It would be so ironical that what had happened to Jonathon Randall’s nightclub, The Triangle, would also happen to his private residence. In the morning, Section One investigators, would be able to search for clues in the rubble to the origin and cause of the fire by determining the original location of the blaze. Clues such as char patterns, and heat shadows would be their evidence to ascertain how the fire began when they gave their findings to law enforcement. Then, when all evidence was examined and analyzed, the Police would confirm that the cause of the fire was accidental. Carelessness would be the cause of Jonathon Randall’s demise, and would explain away his unfortunate death in the house inferno in the remaining smoking ruins. Obviously, this information would make for a sensational news broadcast presentation, thus alerting Sun Yee Lok and Karen Yee that the triad’s main henchman had been found dead in the ruins of his residence.

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Back at Section, Fergus Claudel watched proceedings on his monitor as James Fraser and Claire Beauchamp exited the house with their target Jonathon Randall wedged between them.

“Yes!!! At long last you scumbag Randall!”

Fergus couldn’t contain his joy at the target’s apprehension. He whooped out loud, and gave a cynical smile that this terrorist would soon be their guest at Section One and would be thoroughly interrogated in the White Room. He was elated that Jamie and Claire had this villainous triad member in their custody. James Fraser would see that Jonathon Randall was shown some of his own medicine, peppered with the unique persuasive techniques only found in Section One.

The computer techie couldn’t wipe the smile off of his face. He reached into his desk draw for his hidden stash of Oreo cookies, and sat back in his chair. He placed his hands behind his head, a wry smile on his lips most satisfied at the outcome of this Flash Mission, and munched on his favourite snack.

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Once outside the mansion, Jonathon Randall tried to make a move to escape from his captors, but Claire quickly pistol-whipped him on the back of the head with her gun. He stumbled forward as Jamie placed a hood over his head, and tied Randall’s hands behind his back while he was somewhat disorientated from the blow. This allowed Jamie and Claire to remain anonymous and to act with impunity. There was no way that James Fraser wanted their captive to realise who it was who had captured him just yet. That moment was reserved for a more fitting time.

Although Claire Beauchamp very much wanted to do more harm to their prisoner than she already had, she refrained from any further action. He would have his day of judgement in the White Room and that would be enough to satisfy her. Once he experienced the torture methods of Section’s Torture Twins, Madeline’s interrogation and Jamie himself, he would wish that he had indeed died in the house fire.

Jonathon Randall was unable to see where he was going and what was happening as he was led away. All he could hear was muffled voices he couldn’t make out, as someone ordered, “We have 90 seconds. Ignite charges.”

Unbeknownst to him, Rupert Mackenzie and Geillis Duncan were indeed igniting the strategic charges they had placed around the house. They soon burst into flames and very quickly leapt up the sides of the walls.

“Move out! Let's go!” was their next command. “You've got 30 seconds.”

As the operatives ran to the van, several loud bangs and the sound of shattering glass exploding, filled the silence of the night. Jonathon Randall, although groggy from the blow to his head, was now aware that he may be in extreme danger from whomever these assailants were. He knew that the Black Panthers mode of operandi was firebombing, and this payback from the triad for Samuel Li’s death would mean that he was indeed in dire straits with no way of being able to contact the Rising Dragons as to his predicament. Suddenly, he felt an awful sense of fatality wash over him with thoughts of the repercussions he would incur for what he had done to their leader. Torture and suffering were easier to give than to be on the receiving end of. He was a master at torturing others, he knew the most horrendous form of torment and agony one could inflict on a suspect, but he never feared that one day, he himself would be on the receiving end of triad retribution.

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Jonathon Randall began to shake and he felt a cold sweat inhabit his whole body. His skin felt clammy and very cold. The palms of his hands, underarms, and feet all felt as though he had been dragged through a primitive water torture session. His stress and anxiety levels had risen exponentially, and his heart was palpitating with the idea of his imminent demise at the hands of the rival triad group. When he was forcibly placed inside some sort of vehicle, he felt a panic attack wash over him which only exacerbated his fear of the unknown. Triads sought vengeance when one of their own was eliminated. This is what he feared the most from the Black Panthers, for he had firsthand knowledge of a triad’s method of torture.

“Where are you taking me?” he demanded with a bravado he was far from feeling.

The thought of concrete boots and being thrown into the South China Sea, or being buried alive or even death by a thousand swords, formed in his mind’s eye and he could do nothing about it. He was tied, blindfolded by the hood covering his head and constrained, so escape was out of the question. Whatever could he do when it all seemed so hopeless? Perhaps this capture was to be his end?

Jonathon Randall took a deep breath trying to console himself to his plight. He was not dead yet, so perhaps there may be a way to escape, or overpower these assailants if a chance arose. That was all he had in a way of positivity for escape, for little did he really know what awaited him at Section One.

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Once everyone was safely seated in the Mission van, it drove off back to Section One with their captive target in hand. Taking off their night vision goggles, Claire looked over towards Jamie. He didn’t need to speak; his thoughts were written all over his face. Their nemesis was now their captive, and she knew that Jonathon Randall would be the recipient of all the vengeance he deserved, and in no better place to receive it than in the White Room.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~to be continued next Friday 19th February

#Jamieandclairefanfic #jamieandclairecrossover #jamie and claire au #the lallybroch library #covertoperations #crossover outlander/lfn spies modernau #LFNoutlander

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darkdevasofdestruction · 5 years ago

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Rose Pink- Giorno Giovanna

Snow White x Vento Aureo

Cast:

Rose Gold - Reader Prince Charming - Giorno Giovanna Evil Queen - Diavolo Magic Mirror - Doppio Huntsman - Tiziano & Squalo 7 Dwarves - La Squadra Esecuzioni

Once upon a time...

There lived a lovely little Princess named Y/N, although, everyone called her Rose Pink. Her vain and wicked Father, the King Crimson, Passione’s Mafia Boss, feared that some day, Y/N’s existence will help unveil his own identity to the enemy, and thus, dethrone him from the Don position, which would be less than optimal. So, he dressed his little Princess in rags and forced her to wear a Venetian mask at all times, despite not being allowed to leave the Mansion.

Each day, the delirious Godfather consulted the only person he trusted in this life, his other personality, Doppio, while looking in the Mirror and seeing the face of an innocent boy that resembled his own self.

“Doppio, my dear, sweet Doppio, Who is the most powerful and fit ruler for Passione?”

...and as long as Doppio answered “You are the most powerful one of all”, Rose Pink was safe from the Don’s cruel ruthlessness.

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And thus, begins our story, once again, on a beautiful day of Spring in the city of Napoli, when Diavolo made his way to the Mirror in his room, scrunching the photograph of himself and his wife, when Rose Pink was still a mere babe, and they were all happy...Yet those times were long gone, for his wife had been murdered just a week after that picture was taken, by none others than the notorious La Squadra Esecuzioni...His very own Hitman Gang that betrayed him and Passione.

Only because that greedy Risotto Nero thought himself fit to be the Godfather! But oh, how ridiculous, for the Mirror NEVER saw him as a great competitor for the role.

“Slave in the Magic Mirror, come from the farthest space. Through wind and darkness, I summon thee. Speak! Let me see thy face!” Diavolo glared at the mirror in front of him with absolute hatred. “What wouldst thou know, my Boss?” the face of the innocent, pink haired boy appeared, his golden eyes wide, like a baby fawn that lost his mother. “Doppio, my dear, sweet Doppio...Who is the most powerful and fit ruler for Passione?” the Don asked in a condescending voice. “Famed is thy power, my Boss, but hold, there is a lovely young lad, I see. The new recruit of another gang, who will discover thy identity, through a little maiden. Rags nor masks can hide her gentle grace, and alas, she will fall in love with him.” Doppio spoke in a worried, almost afraid, voice. “Alas for her and him! Reveal her name, and I shall get rid of her before this stupid little lad will be able to lay his eyes upon her.” he sneered in disgust. “Lips red as rubies, hair as pink as the roses, skin white as snow.” was the only thing Doppio said, but the description was enough for Diavolo to realise who was his demise. “Rose Pink!” he gasped in rage.

That is when he knew he had to act as fast as possible...But what could he do? He couldn’t possibly kill his own daughter with his bare hands...What would his late wife think of that? He would curse him from the grave, and he couldn’t have that.

Oh, but he knew just what to do...Just the right people for the task...

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Meanwhile, in the Mansion’s garden, there was a little young maiden, whose hair was put up in a messy wet pretty updo, so the cascade of roses wouldn’t get in the way of her cleaning.

She sat on the stairs of the well, scrubbing them with a brush, carefully, so she wouldn’t miss any spot of dirt, while a dozen of doves as white as snowdrops chirped around her graciously.

Y/N was humming beautifully, before getting up, sighing, and moving to the well to clean it up, and tend to the flowers that kept growing on it.

She missed having someone to chat with, since the only people she sometimes had around were Tiziano and Squalo, but even they couldn’t stand around too long for a proper conversation, so she had only animals to turn to for any pleasant company.

The girl took the rope in her hands and pulled on it, raising the bucket of water, putting it on the edge, before sitting on it as well, looking at the doves around her with a sneaky look.

“Want to know a secret?” she asked the doves, in a sweet, bright voice. “Promise not to tell?” she asked again, making the birds nod, as if they could understand what she was saying.

“We are standing by a wishing well Make a wish into the well That's all you have to do And if you hear it echoing Your wish will soon come true“

Her thrills were heard throughout the garden, in a voice as beautiful as the perfume of the Spring flowers, that would get you drunk from their sweetness.

“I’m wishing-” she began, putting her hand to her ear, approaching the well’s hole. “I’m wishing-” the echo came back to her, in a vibrato tune. “For the one I love...To find me-” the girl went on, smiling as soon as she heard her counterpart. “Today.” her voice went lower, almost as if swooning at the thought. “I’m hoping-” she went on, her eyes closing, as if she was making a wish on a shooting star. “And I’m dreaming of...The nice things...He’ll say.” Y/N sang, resting her back on one of the well’s stone pillars. “I’m wishing...For the one I love...To find me...Today...!” she gazed at the fluffy clouds above, floating up on the azure sky as she was fantasising about flying up there, of being free, just like the beautiful birds that kept her company, and did some thrills, dueting the little doves.

As she was so deeply absorbed in her fantasies, she didn’t realise that someone climbed the fence of her garden, before his velvety voice, like that of an Opera’s Baritone, echoed through the place.

“Today!” this voice made the girl gasp and jump in her own skin, making her snap her gaze and seeing a young man with long blond hair, emerald green eyes and a pink suit, smiling down at her with a gentle smile, right next to her. “Oh, dear...! You shouldn’t be here! I-I’m not wearing my mask today!” Y/N gasped, hiding her face and running up in her room, before tying up her mask and letting her hair down, she shyly went in the balcony, leaning on it to look down at the beautiful boy. ”Oh, I’m sorry, did I frighten you? No, please, don’t run away!” he reached out his hand towards the pink haired girl, before smiling at her timidness. “Now that I’ve found you, hear what I have to say!” the blond boy did a little bow, looking up at the beautiful maiden that shined like Spring’s Sun.“One song, I have but one song. One song, only for you!” he sang, walking towards the balcony, as the same white doves surrounded him. One heart Tenderly beating Ever entreating Constant and true One love That has possessed me One love Thrilling me through

The boy continued his song, making the girl blush furiously at the bold and suave declaration of love from the serenading boy who grinned charmingly at the girl, who extended her hand towards one of the little doves and gave it a small kiss, before letting it fly on the boy’s hand, as it gave him a little kiss on the cheek.

“One song...My heart keeps singing...Of one love...Only for you!” he confessed in his singing, as the girl sighed, obviously head over heels for the young boy. “Oh, but you sing so beautifully, my dear prince! I wish only to be able to spend time with you, but my father forbids me from leaving this place. May I know the name of my dear Prince Charming?” Y/N asked, batting her eyes at the boy. “Giorno Giovanna is my name. May I have the honour of knowing your name as well, my sweet Princess?” he asked, before taking his Stand out and took off one of his Ladybug brooches, making a E/C butterfly, to match Rose Pink’s eyes, sending it flapping towards her, standing in her hair. “My name is Y/N, but people nicknamed me Rose Pink, because of my hair.” she smiled shyly, speaking in the same sweet voice as ever. “I’m so glad to find out the name of such an amazing maiden. Fate must have been kind to me, to be allowed to meet you.” Giorno declared, only to have the girl smile sadly at him. “Is it kindness, or is it cruelty, dear Giorno? If I’m not allowed to even touch your face or hold your hand while strolling through the park?” she asked, before snapping her gaze back to her room, from where she heard a knocking on the door, and her name called out. “Oh, I must leave now, I’m so sorry. I wish to see you again, my Sweet Prince.” she blew him a kiss, before rushing inside, letting the boy sigh, completely in love.

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Little did the 2 lovers that, at that exact moment, the King Crimson was glaring at the little encounter going on in the court and planning his own daughter’s demise.

No little pest, no matter how dear to his heart, would ever be allowed to lead him to his loss of power and of Passione.

Passione was his, and he was the Godfather.

He will ALWAYS be the Godfather.

“Take her far into the forest, I’m sure you’ll find some secluded glade, where she can pick wildflowers. You both know how stupidly captured in her own mind she gets when she sees them.” Diavolo called Tiziano on the phone, trying his best not to destroy the device in his hands. “Yes, Boss.” Tiziano’s voice called emotionlessly from the other room, while Squalo held the phone to his ear. “And there, my faithful Passione members, you will kill her!” the magenta haired man growled darkly. “But, Boss, the little Princess!” Tiziano gasped in shock, completely surprised at his orders. “SILENCE!” Diavolo screamed into the phone, that the duo he hired could hear, even from their room. “You know the penalty if you fail.” he regained his almost composed voice. “Yes...Boss.” Tiziano bit his lip in fright, looking at his partner, whose expression matched his. “But to make doubly sure you do not fail...Bring back her heart in the chest I provided you on the table in the room you’re at right now.” were the last words the Boss spoke ominously, before hanging up.

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The next day, hearing that Tiziano and Squalo were allowed to take her on a walk through the forest, she dressed in her prettiest dress, fixed her hair in a beautiful hairstyle and at the end, attached the ladybug brooch from her paramour to her outfit, and at the end, tied her mask to her face, admiring herself in the mirror, doing a little twirl, before skipping happily towards the 2 men.

On the way to the forest, she kept giggling and telling them that she met her Prince, how he gave her the brooch as a gift of love, and how he serenaded to her, like Romeo did for Juliet. The poor men looked at each other nervously, clearly not used to being around such a pure and naive little being, their heart hurting at the thought of having to kill her...And more, carve out her heart in such a brutal way.

Her father was a monster, that’s what the 2 would tell each other, through their eyes.

Seeing the girl happily twirling around in the glade, picking up flowers to make a bouquet, singing and humming around the same song that her prince sang to her... The beauty of being in love, manifested in such an innocent way...

And if her love for the boy wasn’t enough to make their hearts swell in agony, seeing her pick up a baby bird so tenderly, doting on it and helping it fly back to its family...

They had to do it fast, before they would get second thoughts.

Honestly, why were THEY sent to do this, and not some heartless fuckers like Cioccolata and Secco who could do this job without blinking or having any regrets?

When the girl turned her back at them, they started approaching her silently, taking out their weapons, obviously not having the heart to kill her with their Stands, but just as they were about to strike, the girl innocently turned around.

Those innocent and naive E/C orbs that shone in happiness like gems, now swam with tears of panic and sorrow, staring at the 2 men, feeling betrayed and confused.

“Tiziano...Squalo...Why...? Did my father tell you to do this...?” she sobbed, as she backed down slowly, before she found herself glued to a rock about her height. “No...Squalo, I can’t do it...I can’t. I’m so sorry, little Princess, I’m sorry. I can’t do this.” Tiziano shed a tear, clenching his heart, before falling to her knees and gripping the hem of the girl’s dress. “I...I don’t understand. What is going on?” she put her hand on his hair, stroking it soothingly. “Your father is mad, he’s paranoid! He’ll stop at nothing to be Passione’s Boss!” Tiziano cried out, leaning so that her delicate hand would rest on his face. “Tiziano...Are you sure this is okay?” Squalo started scanning the surroundings, so nobody could rat on them. “Yes. It’s for the best that we were hired for it, otherwise those 2 fuckers would have really killed her. Rose Pink, you must run! In the woods, in another city, anywhere, it doesn’t matter, just never come back! You’re not safe here!” Tiziano warned, pushing her towards the forest. “Go now, stop looking back at us! Our skins are at stake too! Run and hide, missy! Make sure King Crimson will never find you!” Squalo yelled after her, making sure she was frightened enough to get the hell out of there. “Squalo...Did we make the right decision?” Tiziano bit his lip, looking at his partner. “The right one in our hearts, yes...Let’s just hope we won’t be the ones with our hearts in a chest next.” Squalo nodded, hugging his beloved. “Then, I have no regrets. Let’s go find some whore and get this mission over with.” Tiziano kissed the orange haired man with much passion, as if he was going to disappear the moment he’d open his eyes.

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Poor, Poor Rose Pink, she was afraid of the darkness and her mind would play tricks of her at every nook and every crack, at every turn and every sound the forest made, everything around her seemed to be against her, like all the spooky ghosts that she saw in Scooby Doo or other Horror movies.

The forest was cruel to her, she thought, and as soon as all feeling left her body, her body collapsed on the hard ground, and she could only cry and cry, for there was nobody going to save her anymore, and she would see her Prince Charming no more.

Her desperation was short lived, thankfully, for all the critters of the forest were brave enough to approach her, but only one little chipmunk had the spunk to nudge her hand with its little wet nose, which made her gasp in fright, bolting up in a sitting position, only to see tens and tens of little glowy eyes hiding away from her, which is when she realised she was in no immediate danger, for animals were her friends.

“Oh, I’m awfully sorry! I didn’t mean to frighten you! But you don’t know what I’ve been through! And all because I was afraid! I’m so ashamed of the fuss I’ve made, and I apologise if I startled or frightened you. What do you do when things go wrong?” the girl managed to put a smile on her face, her heart no longer shrunk with fear.

To drive away all the fear, she started singing a wholesome song, making all the baby animals run around her, wanting to be pet by her, or merely stay in her presence. When she told them she needed a place to sleep, the little critters told her to sleep in the ground with the bunnies, or in the trees, with the birdies, but of course, she couldn’t do that, so they guided her to a big house in the forest that looked rather nice from outside, but pretty neglected.

As soon as she knocked and received no answer, she stepped inside, turning on the light, realising how much of a dirty mess the whole place is, so she took it upon herself to clean up the whole place, so that if the owner of the house ever came back, they’d find it pristine and would let her stay, at least for a little while.

“Oh, look at this! There’s make up on the fireplace! And a shoe in the bowl! Dear, how could they let cobwebs stay everywhere? And such a huge mountain of dirty dishes in the sink! Awww, I have an idea! Let’s surprise them by cleaning the place! Will you help me out, please?” she clapped her hands, before taking the broom. “You do the dishes, you clean the cobwebs, and I will sweep around!” she told the critters what to do, as she started singing for them.

Next thing they did was wash all the clothes in the washing machine, then hanging them out to dry in the warm Sun.

Rose Pink was so exhausted after all the cleaning up, that she went upstairs, tucked all animals in, kissing them on the forehead, before allowing herself to fall asleep on the biggest bed there.

She had no idea how long she was asleep for, but when she woke up, she saw 7 very tall men towering around her bed, looking down at her with confusion.

“Hello! You must be the owners of the house!” Y/N smiled shyly, doing a little courtesy from the bed. “Who are you and how did you get here?” a curly, blue haired man asked in am aggressive voice. “Don’t be so hostile with a woman, it’s not nice!” the one with purple hair scolded him. “I deeply apologise for inconveniencing you! My name is Y/N, but everyone calls me Rose Pink. I found your house when I was running away and I thought I would ask for shelter...But you weren’t there, but the door was unlocked.” she explained, scratching the back of her neck nervously. “You did clean up the house, so I don’t think we can complain. Pesci, did you forget to lock the door again?” the blond man facepalmed, looking at the one who was about to cry. “I’m sorry, Prosciutto! I was hurrying to the mission and I forgot!” he teared up, hanging his head. “Well, I guess it can’t be helped. Besides, we were lucky that it was this innocent young woman, and not the Boss who found us.” the brown haired man shrugged, looking at the tallest man. “But how do we know she’s really all that innocent and not some spy in disguise?” the shaved man asked. “Let’s ask her and we’ll find out easily if she’s a liar or not. Missy, do you know the identity of the Passione’s Godfather?” the tall, silver haired man looked down at her with an intimidating look in his red eyes. “Passione’s Godfather...? Now that you mention it, Tiziano said about the same thing.” she mumbled, blinking at the man with no fear. “Tiziano...? Isn’t that from The Boss’ Unita Speciale?” the purple haired man gasped in realisation. “Yeah, along with Squalo, Carne, Cioccolata and Secco.” approved the silver haired man. “What do you know about them?” “Uhm...Tiziano and Squalo were the only people I got along with, that went through my house. Cioccolata and Secco were always very creepy and I would lock myself in my room and hide in the wardrobe whenever they’d come over.” she looked down, hugging herself. “But...Tiziano said that Passione’s Boss wants to kill me...He called him King Crimson...But I don’t really know anything...My father never let me leave the house, and I’d always have to wear this mask...Ah! Now that I mention it, I suppose you’re the first people to see my face, apart from my Prince!” she grinned in realisation, as she held her mask in her hands. “Capo, this is bad. She is the Boss’ daughter. If he finds out she’s alive and she’s here...Especially with the situation we’re in...” the man with his hair tied put his hand to his chin, pondering the situation. “If he finds her here, he would kill all of us. He will find out that Tiziano and Squalo failed to kill her, and will do anything in his power to track her down himself. He’s feared by everyone, and y’all saw what he did to Gelato and Sorbet! Who knows what would happen to us?” the shaved man grumbled, looking worried. “No, this is exactly what we need. We can take down the Boss.” the Capo smirked softly. “Very well, you may stay here with us. You can be useful, in a way or another This house has been a mess from beginning to the end, and you got it to look acceptable. Everyone, introduce yourselves.” he ordered, waving his hand at them. “I’m Melone! You can room in with me, if you want! I can do your hair and make up.” the man flipped his hair with a confident smirk. “My name is Prosciutto and this one here is Pesci. Don’t worry, we won’t give you any trouble.” the blond man spoke in a simple, yet soothing voice. “I’m Illusio, and this is Ghiaccio. Don’t stay around him much, he’ll just yell and be annoying.” the man with brown haired explained, which made his friend explode with rage. “Let’s keep this short, it’s already late. That’s Formaggio, and I’m Risotto Nero. Now that introductions are over, do whatever you want.” the man explained, making the girl smile. “Oh, I made some food! It’s on the table in the kitchen, so if you’re hungry, dig in!” she exclaimed, a wide grin on her rosy face. “What an angel! Come on, little Princess, let’s go eat, and then you can make yourself right at home! Tomorrow we can go shopping so you won’t have to stay in the same dress all the time! Tonight you can wear whatever sleepingwear we have around.” Melone dragged the girl to the kitchen, talking and talking about whatever he felt like, as the girl was actually paying attention to him. “The girl stays in my room. If King Crimson finds his way here, she’ll be safest there.” Risotto ordered, and nobody could say another word, despite the poor purple haired man pouting in disappointment.

That same night, as soon as Diavolo was alone in his room, stroking the beautifully embellished chest that held his daughter’s heart inside, he went in front of the Mirror, to ask once again for the fated question.

“Doppio, my dear, sweet Doppio...Who NOW is the most powerful and fit ruler for Passione?” the pink haired man asked his much younger reflection. “Over the 7 jeweled hills, beyond the Mediterranean sea, in the mansion where La Squadra Esecuzioni hides, dwells Rose Pink, the one key to achieve the title of Godfather of Passione.” Doppio’s shy voice spoke out, as if afraid of the outcome of speaking the truth. “Rose Pink lies dead in some ditch in a forest. Tiziano and Squalo brought me proof! Behold her wretched little heart!” Diavolo glared at the mirror, opening the chest, grasping the heart in his hand, before throwing away the container. “Rose Pink still lives, the key for success. ‘Tis the heart of a whore you hold in your hand.” his reflection spoke the truth, biting his lip. “The heart of a whore?! Then I’ve been tricked!” he roared in rage, realising he was betrayed by his own trusted men. “Of course I have to do everything myself! Incompetent fools!” he scrunched up the heart with so much power, that it exploded, splurting blood everywhere on the mirror, on himself and around him.

Filled with so much rage, we went down to his lab, calling Cioccolata to alter his appearance so much that he would resemble a scrawny old man, with crooked teeth, white hair, and a hunchback.

He got a vial of a deathly poison that once breathed in, would make you paralysed, which was the perfect way to kill her, after everything she put him through.

There was a huge problem with this plan, and that was the antidote... The victim of the Sleeping Death can be revived only by Love’s First Kiss... But who the hell would kill a corpse, anyway? Or fall in love with one? For sure, there was no way this plan would fail!

SHE WOULD BE BURIED ALIVE FOR SURE!

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“Hey, Y/N, you mentioned a prince before, but I’m pretty sure there aren’t any actual princes around. What was that about?” Illusio asked, looking at the girl. “Oh, about that...Well, he was brave enough to jump over the gates of my Mansion’s garden, and sing for me. He didn’t run away when I hid in my room either.” the girl graced a beautiful pink blush, looking down bashfully. “So it‘s a love story! How romantic! Was he the Prince Charming from those kid fairy tales? Was he strong and handsome? Was he super tall?” Melone grinned, holding the girl’s hands in excitement. “There’s nobody like him anywhere at all.” the girl swooned, before getting up and walking next to the said man. “Don’t tell me she’s gonna start singing like in those kid movies!” Ghiacchio dragged his fingers down his face aggressively in aggravation and exasperation. “Shut up, Ghiaccio, nobody likes you!” Formaggio smirked, seeing the man’s anger. “He was sooooo romantic! I could not resist!” she let Melone twirl her around slowly. “Come on, tell us about this mysterious man who stole your heart!” he urged the girl to go on with her story.

Someday my prince will come Someday we'll meet again And away to his castle we'll go To be happy forever I know Someday when spring is here We'll find our love anew And the birds will sing And wedding bells will ring Someday when my dream come true

Y/N sang with all the warm and beautiful emotions she harboured in her heart, so much that the men, looking at her, could see a pair of wings coming from her back, as if she were an angel.

Wait, actually, no! She actually WAS an angel!

“You didn’t tell us you have a Stand, missy.” Risotto raised his eyebrow at her, yet he felt no threat or ill will. “Stand? What’s that?” she looked at the man with a confused puppy expression. “You don’t know what a Stand is? Could it be that you just awakened it?” he pondered thoughtfully. “It could have awakened when Tiziano and Squalo made her run for her life through the forest. Something like that would make sense, especially her heritage.” Prosciutto pointed out, looking at her as if he saw Virgin Mary. “I’m...Not sure I follow.” she frowned in confusion. “See these? These are part of your Stand, which is a power manifested from your power. Of course, I don’t mean a physical one necessarily, since you’re frail as a snowdrop...But I suppose your caring nature would reflect its strength in a rather unique way.” Melone put his hands on her wings, pulling them forward so the girl could see them better. “Oh my! Are they real? How can I touch them? I’m definitely no angel, I’m just a human!” she gasped, looking in awe at her slightly translucent wings that shined a beautiful and divine light. “That’s not really important, I believe. Go rest, we should find out your powers soon enough. It’s late, everyone should go sleep.” Risotto ordered, gesturing for everyone to scatter off. “B-But wait! I still haven’t found out the Prince’s name!” Pesci pouted in disdain. “His name...Such a beautiful and unique way! Giorno Giovanna is the name of my Prince Charming, who shined like the Sun right in front of me! You see this brooch? It was his! He transformed it into a pink butterfly, before he sent it flying to me, which is when it transformed back! Isn’t that soooo beautiful?” she swooned once again, holding the brooch in her hands, looking at it tenderly. “Isn’t that Buccellati’s new recruit?” Formaggio raised his eyebrow, but everyone sent him a look to shut up. “Doesn’t matter for now. Go sleep, all of you.” Risotto got up, guiding the girl back to his room. “Take the bed, I’ll sleep on the couch in the living room. I have some stuff to research, but it won’t bother you.” he said, as he threw the girl some large clothes to dress in, pointing out where the bathroom was so she could change.

Thanking him with a wide grin on her face, she quickly went to change, and when she came back, she saw the silver haired man on the chair, in front of his study desk, researching, while topless.

The harsh scars and wounds on his torso made her gasp, rushing to his side and touching them gingerly, frowning in sympathy.

“Will you be alright?!” she bit her lip nervously. “They’re old scars, don’t worry. It comes with the job.” he mumbled absent-minded, before he felt a sting, followed by a tickle on his skin, which made him abruptly turn his head to look at the arm on which the girl was touching his skin. “I-I’m sorry, did I hurt you?!” she quickly retracted her hand, only to see the man in front of her wide-eyed. “Did you just heal my wound?” he frowned, examining his arm carefully. “I don’t think I could do that without proper medical supplies.” she replied, not sure of what to say. “Touch this wound right here.” he ordered, but he couldn’t wait for her to be hesitant, so he grasped her hand and put it over the long, deep gash on his chest, staring in awe at it was healing rapidly. “Did...Did I really do that...?” she gasped, taking her hand away gingerly, staring at it in complete shock. “It’s your Stand’s power. No wonder your Stand’s took an angel’s appearance. You quite literally ARE an angel.” was the only thing Risotto could mutter, before he sent the girl to sleep, as he kept making plans all night long.

The following day, Risotto informed the girl that all the Squadra had to leave on their own missions, and they will return by dinner. All of them made sure to warn her to be careful and cautious, since nobody knows what could happen.

The girl was pretty happy to clean the house along with her lovely animal friends, singing and dancing at her heart’s content, dreaming of her Prince. This time, she was in the kitchen, preparing a nice cherry pie, singing about meeting the love of her life once again, before putting it in the oven, when just then, she heard a pretty loud knocking from the door.

She looked at the animals around her in confusion, since she wasn’t expecting anyone, but she looked through the visor of the door and saw a frail, old man, trembling, but with a serene expression on his face.

“Hello, how may I help you, sir?” the girl asked as soon as she opened the door. “I don’t mean to bother you, miss, but, you see...I was passing by and I noticed this beautiful bouquet of flowers at your doorstep...It would be quite a pity if they were to wilt before being admired, don’t you think?” he smiled with a kind, grandpa-like vibe. “Oh, goodness me, you are right! I wonder if they are from the man of my dreams! They are gorgeous!” she took the bouquet from the man’s hands. “Do they smell just as well as they look? I would like to smell them, but...My old age made my smell go away.” he laughed weakly, his smile never faltering. “That’s such a pity! Not being able to smell the beautiful smells of Spring! Well, let’s see for myself then...Ah! I’ve never smelt flowers like these ones before! Oh, how unique!” she gasped, holding the bouquet close to her heart, grinning in happiness. “Yes...How unique indeed...My darling daughter...” the old man’s grin twisted in a frightening, sadistic smirk, which was the last thing the girl saw as she fell to the ground, lifeless. “I DID IT! FINALLY, SHE IS DEAD! This little twerp can’t be used against me anymore!” he laughed like a maniac, the sound echoing throughout the whole mansion as thunders started to be heard from outside.

Unbeknownst to him, the animals that were Rose Pink’s friends somehow managed to find the whole Squadra AND the Prince and alerted them about the King Crimson.

“Giorno? Why are these animals all trying to get you away from us?” Bruno asked, looking at his friend in confusion and amusement. “...Buccellati...A few days ago, I believe I met the Boss’ daughter, and back then, animals seemed to surround her every second. If my intuition is correct...She may be in danger. I’m sorry, Buccellati, but I have to go save her!” Giorno frowned, feeling restless. “If you’re going, I’m going as well. It will be a great opportunity in more ways than one. Let’s go!” the two ran along with the animals, and as soon as they got in front of an old mansion in the woods, they met La Squadra. “So you’re Giorno Giovanna, aren’t you? You looked just as Rose Pink described you.” Melone glared at him softly. “If you touch even a single strand of her hair...” Giorno glared at them, but Melone shook his head. “We were protecting her from King Crimson...But if we’re correct, that one over there is him. He came from out house. Let’s go kill him.” Risotto explained, and nodding at each other, a temporary truce was formed, for the sake of the girl’s well-being. “You are dead, King Crimson!” Giorno shouted in anger. “Oh, so you are the stupid kid who thought could dethrone me! That useless Mirror kept saying how you will find out my identity through that stupid daughter of mine...But now you can’t! Because she’s dead! I just killed her!” he laughed maniacly, just as before. “Giorno, don’t act rash, he could be lying.” Bruno put his hand on Giorno’s shoulder, and the boy could only nod, despite the burning anger flaring through his veins. “YOU FUCKING COCKROACH! HOW DARE YOU KILL OUR ANGEL?!” Melone shouted in rage, before charging at him blindly, only to get swapped away like a dead fly. “Melone, you idiot, don’t act irrationally!” Ghiaccio yelled at him, helping him get up. “Your stupid Stands, even together, are NOTHING against my King Crimson and Epitaph! YOU CANNOT KILL ME! BOW DOWN BEFORE DON DIAVOLO, THE ONLY GODFATHER PASSIONE WILL EVER HAVE!” his voice rang all throughout the forest. “You wish.” Giorno spoke confidently, ready to strike.

The fight was long and dragged for a long time, making everyone be injured, gravely or not, but in the end, they were victorious, thanks to Giorno’s Requiem Stand, that managed to get Diavolo stuck in a never-ending loop of death.

However, their fears were true, and Diavolo didn’t actually lie when he said he killed the girl. They figured quite easily that the girl’s death was produced by the flowers in her grasp...And yet, as soon as he touched vein, he could feel a pulse, which made him gasp in shock.

“She’s alive? Then, we could still save her somehow?” Pesci gasped in glee. “She’s in a coma, I think, I’m not sure what we could do about it.” Prosciutto frowned, not sure how to solve this mystery. “If we get her to the hospital...?” Illusio’s eyes shifted between everyone. “That could work...But we still can’t be sure it will wake her up in a long time.” Bruno thought deeply. “What luck I have...I fall in love, and this is what happens. I should have known better than to endanger someone, for my own selfish desires...Emotions will only get my dear ones in danger.” Giorno gritted his teeth, before caressing his beloved’s pale face, looking at her with a tender, yet sorrowful expression. “I’m so sorry this had to happen to you...You deserve the world. I love you, Y/N.” he confessed, before leaning down, planting a gentle kiss on her ruby red lips. “That’s enough, let’s rush her to the hospital. The faster we are, the faster they can find a cure to this.” Ghiaccio snapped his fingers, slamming the door open...

However, what nobody was expecting, was to see the girl start stretching her arms, as if she was waking up from a nap, and soon enough, her beautiful E/C eyes fluttered open, and a dazzling smile graced her features.

“My Prince, you’ve come to me once again!” she cheered, throwing her arms around Giorno’s neck, who looked just as shocked as everyone, especially as her Stand’s wings came out, just as radiant and heavenly as before. “I would fly to the space, just to get the stars and put them in your hair, to see you smile. I would get the Sun right here, but you shine even brighter than it. I would go to the end of the World for you.” Giorno smiled softly at her, putting a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I’m gonna cry! This is so beautiful!” Melone tried to stop himself from tearing up, but he was beaten up by Pesci who was sobbing rivers. “Calm down, Pesci, it’s okay.” Prosciutto sighed, patting the man on the back to calm him down, but even so, he was smiling at the pair in front of him. “Do you know if Tiziano and Squalo are still alive...?” the girl asked in a soft voice. “I think so. We killed Carne, and by the time we arrived at your home, Cioccolata and Secco were dead already, but we never found anything about them.” Bruno explained, which made the girl smile. “I’m so glad to hear that! They were the reason why I managed to escape from my father’s grasp.” she explained, as Giorno picked her up bridal style. “I promise we will look for them as soon as we settle down and make everything be peaceful.” he promised, kissing her forehead. “Wait, so now that Y/N is with Giorno...Will they be the new Godfather of Passione?” Formaggio gasped in realisation, which made everyone freeze in shock. “It should be Y/N, but since she didn’t have a clue she was the Mafia Don’s daughter until recently, and would have no idea what to do...But if she marries Giorno Giovanna, who’s the one who defeated Diavolo, I think Passione would flourish like never before.” Melone pointed out with a wide grin. “But what about Capo...? The whole Squadra was exiled and Capo wanted to be the next Don.” Prosciutto asked, unsure of the situation. “Risotto was very kind to allow me to stay in their house, and even told me about my Stand and power! I think that, if it’s okay with all of you, he could be our 2nd in command, and La Squadra can be back in Passione!” the girl clapped her hands together, wishing to find the right decision. “Fine by me.” Risotto nodded, which made the whole Squadra sigh in relief. “La Squadra Esecuzioni will be welcomed back to Passione, Buccellati’s team can become the new Unita Speciale, and we can add Tiziano and Squalo to it, if they’re still alive. Risotto will be Capo Bastone, and I’d like it if Buccellati would be my Consigliere.” Giorno spoke in a firm voice that inspired leadership. “Oh, can Melone be my Consigliere? I would need someone to go shopping with me and help me out with outfits everyday!” her giggle warmed up everyone’s hearts. “Anything for my, my darling.” Giorno nodded, a soft smile gracing his features.

After that, peace was restored in the hearts of all the fellow mafia men, Buccellati’s team became La Unita Speciale; La Squadra Esecuzioni was brought back into Passione, Risotto was no longer bitter with anger over the Boss’ lack of trust in them, and was not Capo Bastone, while Bruno was Consigliere for Giorno and Melone for Rose Pink.

It didn’t take long for the 2 lovers to marry and have a beautiful wedding, where they confessed their undying love for each other.

Everything was well again for everyone in Passione, they were all happy in their own way and no longer had such a terribly dark dread, since their little Angel was watching over them at all times.

As for Giorno and Y/N...

They Lived Happily Ever After.

The End.

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Chapter 48 - SBT

Here it is!

Mundy parked the van about a mile away from the palace Duchemin lived in. It was the end of the afternoon and the sky was turning orange. The endless desert ground was hard, dusty and brown where the few cacti would cast their growing shadows.

"It's all on me now."

He slipped out of his van and shut the door.

"Right. Let's find the bloke."

The Aussie adjusted his rifle on his back and climbed on his van's rooftop before scoping in to watch over the impressive mansion. There were guards patrolling and…

"Sick bastard…"

Mundy had to do a double take at the impressive number of lightly dressed females lounging in the gardens, the same French gardens him and Lucien had been in back when -

"Ugh…" He sighed but shook his head. Those days were over. The days where his heart would feel warm at the sight of the expensive suits and the alluring man wearing them.

Mundy focused on his scoping again. The ladies weren't a problem in itself, no, the problem was that they looked young, very young, no doubt even... illegally young.

However, Duchemin wasn't with them. So Mundy moved the scope to align it with the windows and tried to get a glimpse of what was happening through them.

"More guards… More goons… Ugh… Where the hell is he…?"

He followed one of the guards going down a flight of stairs until -

"What the hell?! Where is he gone to?"

The man had disappeared underground.

"Wait, so there is an underground to this place? Alright…"

Mundy stayed a bit longer, counting the number of guards and watching them patrol around.

"Right, I won't see more without getting closer. But there are cameras… I hope those bullets will do the trick…"

The Aussie loaded his rifle and one by one, the CCTV cameras went off.

"Perfect, now the guards…"

Mundy changed his bullets for his double-chambered sleeping darts and started shooting. Thank God for the suppressor, no one heard him shoot and the guards fell limply one after the next, starting from those on the rooftop. When he was done with the dozen or so, the Aussie came down his van and got closer to the gardens. He found the young girls next to the pool, where he had first seen them.

"Hey - Ssh! No, don't shout, don't scream! I'm here to free you up!" He took one as a hostage to make the others obey. The poor girls were scared to the bone in their bikinis. He released the little girl that he had in his arms and looked at them earnestly. "Listen, if you run that way for about a mile, you'll find a van.. It doesn't have much space but you can hide there until I come back and take you somewhere safe, ok?"

"What about Arthur?" One of them asked. "He'll find you and kill you and us for it!"

"Nah, I'm here to kill him and look around you, no guards, no alert, nothing. You're safe. Besides, this might be your only chance to get free. Now, tell me anything you know about where he is."

"He must be underground… I heard him say that something important would happen today…" A young black-haired girl said, in tears.

"Yeah, he's about to move his merchandise someplace else…" Another added.

"Alright, how do I get underground without being seen and what's my best bet to get to him?" Mundy asked.

"There's a… A sewer pipe, it's actually a whole network of them… He uh…" The poor girl couldn’t continue.

"That's where he gets rid of the corpses." Another one explained and Mundy's pupils shrank.

"Bloody sick bastard… Alright, where does it lead? If I find the end of it, I can just work backwards to him, yeah?" Mundy asked.

"You'll have to go around the house, look down and you should see a manhole."

"Alright, I'll do that. By the way, are there any others like you?" He asked.

"There were."

Mundy gulped down hard and frowned.

"Alright. Go to my van and stay there, ok?"

"Thank you so much! Be careful!"

Mundy left them and followed their instructions. He walked in the maze of hedges that he knew from that time in the party. The only difference was that this time, the sunlight was enough to see and…

And Lucien wasn't there.

"No!" Mundy said to himself and shook his head.

No, Lucien wasn't there and that was the whole point of it. Mundy would find Duchemin and kill him such that his goons would go after him and not after the Frenchman. He had a cat to raise and someone he longed for.

Mundy finally found the manhole. He moved it with great effort and took the ladder down until his heeled boots hit the floor.

"Bloody hell, that's some stench…!" He winced and switched on the light on his little keyring.

Mundy wasn't surprised by the existence of the bad smell, after all, he was now walking in the sewers. No, what surprised him is the nature of the stench, he could clearly identify rotting flesh in the air…

"Sick son of a whore…" He mumbled to himself as he progressed in the tunnels.

He had no idea where he was going exactly or where he should be going. But as long as he kept moving, he was bound to find something. Eventually.

"Fuckin' hell, that bloke has a thing for mazes or what…?"

Those sewers proved to be another kind of mazes, just like the hedges in the French garden; only this time, the visibility was extremely low. The little flashlight on Mundy's keyring wasn't powerful enough to help him greatly and the Aussie started to regret not having taken a torchlight with him. But how could he have known that he would end up travelling in some disgusting and no doubt highly contaminated sewers?

Mundy sighed and put his hat in front of his face like a mask. The lingering smell of his soap in his old, leather hat was better than the filth floating in the air.

He walked and walked, wishing he had something to mark his way, just to make sure he was not going in a circle…

Mundy let the little light explore left and right around his feet and the sight wasn't one he wished to remember. In the dirty waters he could clearly see remnants of what used to be living beings. Sometimes animals, sometimes not. He winced in disgust and pulled the light higher up in front of him.

The cracks in the walls spoke for the age of the building Mundy was exploring, the rats too, although he didn't meet that many of them.

"That's always a good sign, isn't it? If even the rats don't want to live here…" He grumbled and kept walking.

He had no idea how deep the network of undergrounds ran, or where Duchemin would be with respect to them. And even if Mundy wanted to spin on his heels and make it back home, where the hell would he go…? Through which tunnels…? Every fifty metres or so was a junction and with it came multiple possibilities not to find the damn criminal, but to get lost entirely!

However, Mundy didn't lose patience. He thought about his parents and carried on. His parents were not shown any mercy and they were put through hell itself. There was no reason why Mundy wouldn't do the same, as penance, to pay for his absence on that day, ten years ago.

He went on, walked, and with each junction came a choice and with each choice his rage grew.

"Oh bloody hell, no, not now!"

The battery on Mundy's light decided to die, leaving the Aussie in the dark. He took a deep breath and waited a minute or so, for his eyes to get accustomed to the darkness. There, that's a bit better… And he went on.

"Huh?"

There was a metallic clinking noise. It came from his left. For lack of any other clue, Mundy went in that direction. He walked further but the noise had died and there was no way to see where it had come from either.

"Hm…"

Mundy put his ear on the walls.

Rumbling.

Distant but continuous rumbling, a bit like a boiler maybe, or a power generator. The Aussie tried to walk towards the noise, his ear always probing the walls left and right. And the rumbling grew louder and louder until he managed to identify what it was.

"Oh bugger…"

It sounded like a waterfall. The sewers actually went in small cascades lower and lower down in the ground. Mundy sighed.

-- Meanwhile, in town --

"Richard!"

Lucien had barged in the tailor's shop throwing politeness and courtesy out of the window.

"L?"

"Please, I need equipment urgently!"

The tailor nodded.

"Paul, occupe-toi de la boutique!"

[Paul, come and deal with the shop!]

Both Richard's sons came out of the workshop and shut the front window.

Fortunately enough, there were no customers that afternoon. Richard nodded to Lucien and jumped to the wall with the fleur-de-lis handle before pulling on it. The secret wall opened and both slipped in.

"What will you need?" He asked as Lucien ran to the display cases.

"This gun," Lucien pointed right. "With a suppressor, please..."

"Ammunition?"

"Both non lethal and lethal, please."

Richard opened the display cases and collected the items as fast as Lucien was listing them.

"Do you still have watches?" The spy asked.

"I'm afraid they are a bit outdated and modern agents don't use them much anymore nowadays…" Richard answered.

"Do you have them?!" Lucien exclaimed, furious. "There is no time to lose!"

Richard got startled but he nodded and opened a drawer that was connected to the wall.

"Here there are."

Lucien jumped to them.

"I will need this one."

He pointed at the one with the silver strap.

"Of course." Richard gave it to him and Lucien fastened it around his left wrist in a flash.

"Do you have earpieces?"

"Yes, we do, how many do you need?"

"Two, please."

Richard opened another drawer and tossed them over to the Frenchman.

"Merci… I will also need a balaclava… this one, here." Lucien pointed at the black one.

"Do you need a matching suit? I have a few black ones in stock, one of them should suit you…"

"Oui, please, and hurry!"

After a few minutes, Lucien exited a changing booth dressed in a black three-piece suit: jacket, vest and trousers, even the shirt was black.

"Parfait, merci Richard!"

[Perfect, thank you Richard!]

"Here, a utility belt with throwable knives and additional ammunition. And this is a special pair of garters with an additional hidden blade in…"

Richard threw the items above the curtain of the changing booth and Lucien caught them with ease. About a minute later, he exited the booth.

"I don't have much time, Richard. See you!"

And the masked man ran out. He hopped on his motorcycle and dashed out of town. He drove as fast as he could through the desert, not even on the asphalt itself. He needed to get to Duchemin's palace as fast as possible.

What on Earth did Mundy think he could accomplish on his own? Find Duchemin, in broad daylight and then what? Kill him then and there?! That would for sure end up in Mundy's death!

The Frenchman saw the van in the distance and switched the motorcycle to silent mode. He parked next to it and turned it invisible before dismounting it.

"S'il vous plaît, mon Dieu, faites qu'il soit encore dans son van ridicule…"

[Please, Lord, tell me he is still in his ridiculous van…]

"Mundy…?"

Lucien approached the van and heard some muffled noises coming from the inside which fell completely silent after he called for the Aussie.

"Mundy, I can hear you are in there, come out and I promise to stop punching your idiotic self before you die."

Nothing.

"Bien. You have chosen poorly, for if you do not come to me, I will come to you!"

Lucien took his blade out and forced the lock open before slamming the door wide open. His jaw dropped as he saw a group of young teenage girls in bikinis, scared to the bone, trying to all hide and fit in the van. They all screamed with their high-pitched voices at the sight of the man with the mask.

"Mon Dieu! Mais qu'est-ce que c'est que ça?!"

[My God! What the hell is that?!]

"Don't kill us, please!" One of them cried.

"I will not kill any one of you, what are you doing here?"

"Fuck! Duchemin's gonna kill us…!" Another one said, sobbing in her hands.

Lucien jumped in the van and they all gasped. He knelt down and put a hand on the girl's shoulder.

"Listen, my… friend is the owner of this van. He is off to kill himself and I am trying to save him. Have you seen him?" Lucien asked.

"He saved us… We were Arthur's girls…"

"His girls? I thought he had no children?" Lucien asked, confused.

"N-not his children…"

"What do you - ? Oh mon Dieu…"

[Oh my God…]

Lucien couldn't be more disgusted if he had wanted. "Don't tell me that…"

The girls grouped around the sobbing one and hugged her.

"I am truly sorry for what you have lived with that man. But please, tell me where I can find him. My friend, you see… He is my best friend. I can't let him die."

There was a kind of honesty in Lucien's eyes that the young girls understood without really knowing what it was.

"He is off to kill Arthur. He freed us and asked us to hide here until he comes back."

"Do you know where I can find him?"

"Your friend or Arthur?"

"Both."

"Your friend is going through the sewers to find Arthur. His offices are-"

"Underground, oui, I know. Stay hidden here. I will call someone who will pick you up and hide you."

"How will we know that it's not one of Duchemin's men?" One girl asked and Lucien looked in her eyes.

"Ask them who sends them. If they answer L, they are an ally. If they answer anything else…" Lucien looked around the van and saw a few kukris hung on the wall. He pointed to them. "Use them and do not think about any consequences. You are now under protection from the French government."

"French?" One the young ladies asked.

"Oui, in coordination with local authorities. But you do not care about this nonsense. And remember what I told you: a friend of L is your friend. Anyone else…" Lucien took the three kukris and gave them to the girls. "No hesitation. It's you or them. Understood?"

They all nodded.

"My friend will be here shortly."

Lucien exited the van and shut the door. He pushed a button on his watch and put the earpiece in his ear.

"Richard…? Yes, it is me. Call Maurice and ask him to send a van or a minibus here. There are young girls who need to be evacuated. They are safe in a van so far."

"Will do immediately."

Lucien pushed the button on his watch again and headed for the gardens. The sun was below the horizon now and the Frenchman took advantage of the dark to make very fast progress.

When he arrived in the maze of hedges, he was only half surprised to find Duchemin's guards down, all struck by a double-chamber dart to the head or the neck.

"Hm. The guards are still here and asleep. No one has found them yet and I hope that the same can be said about Mundy."

Lucien headed for the house and switched a button on his watch. He looked at his reflection on a window and couldn't see any.

La bonne vieille montre d'invisibilité.

[The good old invisibility watch.]

He nodded to himself and entered through the window.

Ah, la bibliothèque…

[Ah, the library…]

The Frenchman was standing in a wooden room filled with endless rows of books. No guards there. He went to the door and peeked through the lock before slipping out of the room. He found himself in a corridor with doors left and right.

He walked through it until he met a guard and passed him without being seen.

Je ne comprends vraiment pas pourquoi les agents actuels n'utilisent plus ces montres, elles sont divines!

[I really don't understand why modern agents don't use these watches, they work wonders!]

He thought to himself as he soon found the stairs. He took them and spiralled down, stopping at each level and trying to find any way to see where the sewers could connect with him.

Lucien was on the third level underground when he overheard a conversation between a group of guards. They were sitting around a table with drinks and playing a game of cards.

"The bloke stinks like there's no tomorrow…"

"How long has he been in the sewers?"

A card was placed on the table and the guards frowned, planning their next moves.

"No idea, but when Russel found him, he got a decent beating and his nose is broken now. Thank God I arrived in time with Jimmy to help."

"The Boss knows about it?"

"Of course, we told him, he might be with him now or something, I don't know."

Another card and another second of thinking.

"Jimmy told me the bloke was weird, I mean, apart from the smell."

"Yeah, he was carrying weird stuff. When we searched him, we found a blowgun, some darts, a sword of some sort, like a machete, and some bullets."

"Just bullets?"

"Not just bullets, they're a rifle's bullet, a big one, like a sniper would use. I've seen some like that back when I was serving."

"Bloody hell… And what did he want?"

"Finding the Boss and killing him."

Another card landed on the table and the guards burst out laughing at the idea that a single man had gone through the sewers to try and get the most protected man in the whole of Oz at least.

Lucien frowned.

"Oh, God, that's a funny one, mate…" One of them resumed the chat as he laid another card on the table.

"Yeah, I know. Well, I guess the boss is gonna kill him and throw him with the others, eh."

Lucien's pupils shrank. The others?

"Yeah, I reckon he'll just scare him off a bit before killing him and poof, back to the sewers but this time, dead."

They shared a laugh around the table as they raised their glasses and had a drink.

"Oh I don't know about that, he took him down to cell 1."

Lucien frowned. Cell 1.

"Cell 1? For a dude fished out of the sewers?"

"Yeah, the Boss asked us to do that after having had a quick chat with him."

"Might be more serious than that then, isn't it?"

"Yeah, but the bloke's alone and smells of rottin' shit. He can't do much."

Lucien had heard enough. He needed to find Cell 1, which he felt was a bit of a special one, from what the guards said. He took a quick look at his watch and slithered against the wall back to explore the place.

One of the guards had said 'down to Cell 1', so presumably Lucien had to go down some more stairs…

And he did until he came across a very useful plan of the place. Finally! He had been looking for it! As secret as a place might be, there always is a fire escape plan somewhere on the walls, finding it reveals a lot of information on the building.

Lucien stared at it and studied it carefully. He was looking for a floor with cells, so presumably, a row of small rooms… Hm…

Ah! There! Two levels below him! Those must be cells!

He thurtled down the stairs as silent as a shadow and went through a few doors before finding that he had been right. He found a corridor with cells left and right and in front of him, at the end of it, was a larger cell with a man chained to the wall from his wrists and his ankles.

Lucien winced. He passed a table on which was Mundy's blowgun, his darts and a few bullets. He came closer to the prisoner and, after making sure no one was around, he tapped on his watch. Out of a thin cloud of smoke, the silhouette of the Frenchman appeared in thin air.

"Ugh… Spook…? Oooh, you look like a burglar, dressed all in black like that…" Mundy was sitting against the wall limply, he was speaking comically slowly and Lucien guessed he had been drugged.

"Ssh! Bushman, I will get you out of here but you must stay quiet!" Lucien whispered as he took his cigarette case out. He flipped it open and took the pins concealed there to pick the lock.

"Eh… Spook…? You came here through the sewers too..?"

"Non, but I can clearly smell that you did. Now, keep your mouth shut!"

Lucien managed to pick the lock and entered the cell before shutting its door again. He went straight to Mundy's wrists and ankles and started picking the locks there too when a door opened in the corridor. The spy tapped his watch again and turned invisible.

"Woohoohoohooo Spook…? I thought only yer bike could do that…!"

Lucien didn't move and just watched the guard approach.

"Eh… Eh mate? See the Spook? Hey! Can you see him?" Mundy drunkenly asked.

"Shut up in there, will ya?" The guard shouted back. He looked in the cell and judging that everything seemed normal, he left.

Lucien waited for the man to be completely gone before reappearing and dealing with the cuffs.

"Bushman, keep your mouth sealed. If they learn that I am here, we are both doomed."

"Yeah but at least I'll get to be… I'll get to be with you, eh? I mean…"

Lucien blushed but kept on trying to free his stinking friend. The ankles were free, time for the wrists.

"Ssh, Bushman."

"No, no… Listen… I mean… If we both die here and now… I mean… No… That's not what I mean… Pearl needs you…" Mundy raised an index finger and stared at it. The poor man was seeing double under the drugs he had been fed. "And there's this bloke you like… Ah, damn him… Damn him to hell and back…!"

"Oh for that, I couldn't agree more. Damn him because he can't keep his mouth shut!"

"No, not for that, Spook…" Mundy missed the meaning entirely. "Damn him cause you… you like him and that's a problem, see?"

One wrist free. Now the other.

"It's a problem cause… See, I like you…"

Lucien stopped his picking of the lock on Mundy's wrist and raised his eyes to him.

"Bushman. Stop talking before I make you."

"No… But seriously… I like ya… You're…"

Lucien expected a compliment.

"...weird." The Frenchman rolled up his eyes. "But a good kind of weird, eh…?"

"Bushman, listen to me."

"Huh?"

"If we want to make it out of here you will have to stay quiet. We can't afford to be spotted, especially you, running free outside of your cell. How often do these guards come and check on you?"

Lucien helped the Aussie up and Mundy naturally put an arm on the Frenchman's shoulders. The spy realised that he had been beaten up quite badly when Mundy started limping. They moved to the table and Lucien took Mundy's equipment that he stuffed in the poor man's pockets.

"I don't know, mate… Quite a bit of time… Gets lonely here y'know… So I just think of my parents… Heh, keeps the motivation goin'... And I think of you too… Keeps me warm inside… Can't help it…"

"Listen here. Let us make a bet, shall we?" Lucien tried another strategy to make his rescue shut up.

"Yeah, alright, anythin' for you…"

Lucien rolled up his eyes again.

"I bet that you cannot remain quiet until we reach your van."

"What's in it for me…?"

"If you succeed, I will owe you a dinner. If you fail, we will however both end up back in this cell before getting killed and thrown in those infamous sewers you went through. How does that sound?"

"Dinner… with you?" Mundy asked.

"Oui. Dinner with me."

"Just you and me…?"

"Just you and me."

"Like… a date or something?"

Lucien sighed.

"Oui, Bushman. Now, do you take the bet, yes or no?"

"Right, I'll uh… I'll shut up until we get to the van… Easy…"

"Good."

Lucien tapped his watch and both turned invisible. They went to the stairs and started climbing them. To his honor, the Aussie stayed silent even though he looked like he was suffering immensely while taking each step up. His gait was slow and heavy but Lucien was patient.

When they finally made it back outside and on ground level, Mundy tapped his friend's shoulder and asked for a break. Fine, Lucien stopped pulling him and gave him a moment.

They were in the middle of the maze of hedges and no one was around them except the bodies of tranquilised guards.

"Huh…" Mundy frowned. His vision was blurred and seeing double did not help, especially in the middle of the night. The lights from the lanterns in the garden waved and danced before his eyes and his whole head was spinning. "Ugh…"

"Mundy?!"

The Aussie collapsed but thank God Lucien caught him before he hit the floor. He carried his limp body over his shoulder all the way to the van. When he arrived, Lucien went straight to the passenger's seat and laid Mundy there. The Aussie was only unconscious, thank God.

Lucien fastened his seatbelt to secure him before going to the back door.

He opened it and the girls had gone, the kukris were all back on the wall as well. Good. Lucien rummaged through the Aussie's belongings before he found some deodorant. He grabbed it and went outside again. There was one detail to arrange: the motorcycle.

Lucien double tapped it and it appeared. He fiddled with its dashboard for quite a long time before he managed to make it understand that it had to follow the van. Once it was done, the Frenchman went back to the van, on the driver's seat this time.

"Oh…!" He winced at Mundy's smell and sprayed some deodorant on him. There, that would do, at least momentarily. For now, the Frenchman raced through the desert back to town. He needed to get Mundy to the Doctor's.

#tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sniperspy #SBT

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snarkybluechristian · 4 years ago

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Hazbin Hotel: Yandere Alastor x Vaggie Chapter 43

Tears of happiness poked at the edges of Vaggie’s eyes as she squealed her girlfriend’s name, “Charlie!”

“Hey, Vaggie!” Charlie said cheerfully. “I’m sorry I’m late! But I’m here now! I’ll take care of this, so don’t you worry!”

Happy tears fell from Vaggie’s eyes as she silently nodded while handing Molly back her phone.

In the car behind them, Alastor narrowed his eyes and growled while opening another hole of tentacles on the side of the road that Charlie also burned up before they could reach the limo.

In a second, Charlie transformed into her demon form complete with horns and said to Vaggie in a distorted voice, “Get down, Vaggie. This is going to get ugly.”

“Okay, Charlie, but be careful,” Vaggie warned.

“Don’t worry about me,” Charlie replied. “Worry about protecting yourself and everyone in the car. I’ll be fine, Vaggie. I’ll handle this and get us home.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, princess…” a sinister voice crackled through the radio.

“ALASTOR!” Charlie shrieked. “LEAVE MY GIRLFRIEND AND MY FRIENDS ALONE!”

A laugh track following Alastor’s terrifying laugh played over the radio before Alastor responded, “Princess, do you really think I’ll give up on pursuing my fiancée just like that? I have claimed Vaggie for myself. It doesn’t matter to me that you and she were together before I came into the picture. Vaggie is mine.”

Vaggie shuddered fearfully, prompting Molly to sit her down and give her a supportive hug.

“You’re wrong!” Charlie snapped back. “Vaggie is mine! She will never ever be yours! I don’t care how powerful you are! If you think I’ll even let you touch her again, you have another thing coming!”

“Hahaha! Talk is cheap, little Charlie,” Alastor said maliciously summoning his voodoo familiars from the ground surrounding his car as a static cloud grew around him and the Spider Family who were shuddering in their seats. “And, as my Mother would say, actions speak louder than words!”

The static cloud and the swarm of voodoo familiars flew through the ground and the air towards the limo in front of them.

“Oh, shit,” Vaggie muttered as her eyes grew as wide as saucers. “Cherri, step on it!”

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” Cherri quipped seeing the disaster following behind them through the rearview mirror.

Cherri promptly slammed on the gas to gain some distance.

In the meantime, Charlie opened rifts of fire behind the limo, quickly separating her group from Alastor’s.

“Oh, shit!” Henroin screamed, swerving the car to the side and pressing on the brakes.

Henroin pressed on the brakes causing the car to swerve and stop on its shotgun side, just barely avoiding falling into the pit.

Henroin put the car in park and hyperventilated at the wheel.

“Dammit,” Arackniss said looking into the fiery pit. “What do we do now?”

“Leave it to me,” Alastor said.

Then with a snap of his fingers, Alastor used his magic to create a road over the fiery pits.

Meanwhile, back in the limo, everything was going smoothly. The roads were unobstructed, and everyone was finally starting to breathe.

Charlie continued creating fiery pits behind the limo as it sped away. Vaggie and Molly sat down inside the limo under the sunroof while Cherri continued speeding down the road. Angel laid down on the backseat with his eyes closed.

Molly rubbed Angel’s head, held his hand, and said, “Hey, Angel. Charlie’s here and she’s helping us get away. When you wake up, we’ll be back at the hotel.”

“Go, Charlie, go,” Angel muttered without opening his eyes.

“Angie?” Cherri asked in concern. “Angie, how are you still awake?”

Angel’s eyes fluttered open and he exclaimed, “Vaggie, you need to come back to my fluffy tits! You still need to hide!”

“Angel, get a hold of yourself,” Vaggie replied annoyedly while laying his hand on his shoulder.

“I’m trying, babe, but I can’t stay awake,” Angel said, grabbing onto Vaggie’s hand. “I can’t keep you safe anymore.”

Vaggie squeezed Angel’s hand, smiled, and replied, “Angel, you’ve done enough to keep me safe. Don’t worry. We can take care of things from here.”

The serum finally took hold of Angel, and he was quickly losing consciousness.

“Okay, Vaggie,” Angel said slowly. “Whatever happens. Promise me you’ll kick ass.”

Vaggie smiled warmly and said, “I promise, Angel.”

“And one more thing…” Angel said as he shut his eyes and drifted away. “Thank you for not leaving me.”

“Ditto,” Molly added.

“Sleep tight, buddy,” Cherri called out from the front seat. “We’ll get you home.”

Angel then completely lost consciousness and drifted off to sleep.

“You’re welcome, Angel,” Vaggie said with a warm smile as she covered him with the straitjacket.

“Oh, my God…” Cherri muttered fearfully, prompting Molly and Vaggie to immediately look through the window.

To their horror, an innumerable swarm of voodoo doll familiars were jumping and climbing and practically flying through the pits despite the flames.

“Charlie!” Vaggie yelled through the sunroof.

“I see them, Vaggie,” Charlie replied.

Charlie summoned more fire that consumed the voodoo familiars at first. But as suddenly as it started, the fire extinguished and the pit returned to road.

“What?” Charlie almost whispered as she every fire pit she summoned kept getting extinguished.

“Charlie?!” Vaggie asked poking her head through the sunroof. “Charlie, what’s going on?!”

“I have no idea!” Charlie yelled in a panic as she desperately created another pit of fire only to have it extinguished immediately as the swarm of voodoo familiars passed harmlessly over.

The familiars were gaining on them, and no one could figure out what was happening until Charlie heard a familiar voice yell her name.

“CHARLOTTE!”

Everyone in the car looked up to see Lucifer, the King of Hell, flying over the vehicle with his large black fallen angel wings.

“DAD?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” Charlie yelled fearfully pausing only for a moment before snarling and angrily throwing fireworks in his direction. “Stay the fuck out of our way!”

Lucifer masterfully dodged the fireworks and unflappably replied, “Upholding my end of the bargain.”

“What bargain?!” Charlie asked. “What are you talking about?!”

“Our bargain of course,” Alastor’s voice called out from down the road.

Charlie, Molly, Vaggie, and Cherri looked behind them to see that, to their horror, Alastor was rising on a summoned pit of his tentacles while Henroin and Arackniss were driving behind him on the road summoned to traverse the pit.

“Oh, shit,” Vaggie muttered in a terrified whisper.

Vaggie’s voice shook Charlie out of her fearful stupor. She summoned fire on both of her hands and prepared to strike at Alastor.

Unfortunately, before Charlie could strike, Alastor opened a pit of tentacles directly under the car. The tentacles wrapped around Charlie and the limo.

Then, before the ladies in the car could fight back, Alastor telekinetically shut off the car, closed the tentacle pit, and allowed the limo to drop onto the road, knocking Vaggie unconscious in the process when her head slammed against the limo’s ceiling.

“Vaggie!” Molly yelled as she crawled over and desperately tried to shake Vaggie awake. “Vaggie! Wake up!”

“Goddammit,” Cherri said, summoning bombs in her hands.

The car Henroin was driving finally arrived on the other side of the pits just as Alastor was telekinetically opening the car doors.

Alastor then telekinetically lifted an unconscious Angel and began pulling him out of the car.

“No…” Molly said, trying to grab him.

“Wait,” Cherri said. “If this is our last stand, we need to plan this out. Let him go for now.”

Molly reluctantly obeyed and allowed Alastor to telekinetically move Angel out of the car and over to where he was standing.

“Angel!” Charlie cried struggling desperately against the restraints her father had her in. “Don’t hurt him, please!”

“Hush!” Lucifer chided.

“What’s wrong with Angel?” Arackniss asked, hopping out of the car. “Did he get knocked out?”

Alastor briefly smelled Angel’s fur while he hovered in front of him and said, “No, it seems that he’s been drugged. Valentino’s doing no doubt.”

BAM!

Without a warning, a bomb exploded between Alastor and the Spider Family. Shots of bazookas followed the gunfire, covering the area completely in smoke.

“Go, go, go!” Cherri yelled at Molly as she dashed through the smoke with her guns blazing and grabbed Angel.

Unfortunately, before either of them could get much further, Alastor’s tentacles grabbed Molly and Cherri and held them still.

Lucifer then summoned a wind that blew the smoke away.

“Thank you, your highness,” Alastor said with a bow before turning back to Henroin and Arackniss who were now standing in front of him a couple yards away. “Now, where were we? Oh, yes…”

Alastor telekinetically flew Angel to the Spider Family and said, “I do believe this mess belongs to you.”

“Thanks, Alastor,” Henroin said, lifting his arms in expectation.

“Oh, there’s no need for that,” Alastor said, flying Angel above their heads and into the backseat of the car behind them. “I’ll simply move him back into your limo once we return to the mansion.”

Alastor snapped his fingers and released the tentacles restraining Cherri and Molly.

As soon as she hit the ground, Cherri summoned some more bombs, ran towards the car, and yelled, “Let go of Angel or I’ll blow you to kingdom come!”

Alastor smiled maliciously as he snapped his fingers again and the straitjacket that was lying on the floor of the limo instantly teleported onto Cherri, restraining her arms instantly. He snapped his fingers again and the bombs teleported into the sky where they harmlessly exploded without hurting anyone while Molly watched helplessly.

Alastor then telekinetically pushed Cherri to Arackniss who held her in place.

“Do with this young firecracker what you wish,” Alastor said. “Though if I may make a suggestion, I think you should sell her to Sir Pentious. He couldn't give me anything I wanted for Angel, but his weapons and technology may be of use for you."

“Excellent idea,” Henroin said with a wicked smile. “Arackniss, get her in the car.”

“Yes, Dad,” Arackniss said, grabbing onto Cherri’s shoulders as he opened the door to the back seat.

Cherri refused to move and struggled viciously against the restraints of her straitjacket.

“LET ME GO, YOU FUCKING BASTARDS!” Cherri screamed as she twisted and bucked against Arackniss’s grip, unable to escape his strength despite his slightly smaller stature.

Alastor snapped his fingers again and Cherri was teleported under Angel's torso. The dead weight held her down so that she couldn't move. Molly stood there helplessly trying to find a solution while Charlie struggled against the tentacles’ hold.

Arackniss opened the car door, put the seatbelt around Cherri, and said, “We can’t thank you enough for your generosity, Alastor. Are ya sure there’s nothing we can give ya in return?”

Cherri thrashed against this additional restraint and snarled, “Keep your fucking hands of me, ya piece-of-shit!”

Arackniss turned to Cherri, shut the car door, leaned against it, and said, “Listen here, girly. Ya need to watch that mouth if ya know what’s good for ya. If I were you, sugar, I wouldn’t be so nasty. Besides…”

Arackniss reached into the car and stroked a hand against Cherri’s face before he finished, “…you’re a cutie. In exchange for a good time, I might consider letting you go…”

“ARACKNISS!” Henroin and Molly both snapped at once.

“What?” Arackniss replied, turning to his Dad and not noticing Cherri sink her teeth into his hand. “Can’t I ever get anything good out of these…OWWWWWWWWWWW!”

Cherri quickly let go of Arackniss’s injured hand and spat in his face, forcing him to reel back from his perch.

“Not in your afterlife, jackass!” Cherri snarled.

Alastor chuckled and said, “Just be sure to keep Angel and his friends under your thumb and away from my bride.”

“Can do,” Henroin replied, walking back to the car. “Now go get your bride and let’s get ya home. Come on, Molly.”

“Like Hell!” Molly snarled.

“Excuse me?” Henroin asked, turning on his heels and stopping in his tracks.

“I wish I could say that this surprises me, but it doesn’t,” Molly chided as she strode right into her father’s face. “Every time I think you two couldn’t have gone any lower, you always manage to go even deeper. And now, you’re going to torture my twin brother!”

“It’s for Anthony’s own good,” Henroin replied with a shrug.

“Bullshit,” Cherri shrieked from the car.

Alastor snapped his fingers and a gag covered Cherri’s mouth.

“Let Cherri go, you sons-of-bitches!” Molly cried.

Meanwhile, Vaggie had come to in the limo. She saw the scene around the corner of the door and watched Molly as she continued to make her protest.

Vaggie looked up at Lucifer, who was watching the scene with amusement, and Charlie, whose eyes immediately locked with hers.

With tears of desperation flowing down her cheeks, Charlie gestured with her head for Vaggie to run. Vaggie wanted to stop and protest, but she knew she didn’t have the time or the choice.

As the argument between Molly and her father and brother continued, Vaggie managed to sneak to the front of the car unnoticed, shut the doors carefully and quietly, got the car out of park, and stepped on the gas.

It was then that Alastor finally noticed what was happening. He summoned more of his voodoo doll familiars and immediately sent them dashing after the limo.

As everyone watched wordlessly, Charlie opened a large rift of fire to try to keep the familiars away.

Unfortunately, as soon as the rifts were opened, Lucifer closed them again allowing the familiars to catch up to the limo and use their combined strength of numbers to lift the limo off the ground.

“Dammit!” Vaggie yelled out in frustration as the familiars popped the tires and placed the limo back on the road.

Alastor instantly teleported over to the driver’s side and opend the door.

Vaggie glared at Alastor with all the hatred she had in her being and snarled, “I hate you.”

Alastor scoffed with an amused smirk and replied, “Give it time, dear.”

Alastor then blew a red mist onto Vaggie’s face. Vaggie tried to wave it away as she coughed and started to blink drowsily.

Charlie quickly realized what was happening and yelled, “VAGGIE!!!” before Alastor covered her mouth with part of the tentacle.

Molly shook out of her stupor and tried to dash over to help Vaggie, but her father held her back and wouldn’t let her go.

“Alastor!” Molly cried. “What are you doing to Vaggie?!”

Vaggie fainted where she sat, and Alastor picked her up in his arms and replied, “Regaining my side of the bargain.”

Alastor teleported with his bride back to the side of the car while summoning a portal to Valentino’s building that his familiars immediately shoved the limo through before returning to their shadow forms and disappearing. He looked at Vaggie’s sleeping face with a contented smile and lovingly moved her hair out of her face before telekinetically opening the car door.

“My bride and I are ready to return to the manor, Henroin,” Alastor said as he climbed in and took his seat.

“You got it,” Henroin said, shutting Alastor’s door and walking back to the wheel of the car. “Molly, get in the car! You can cram in the back with Arackniss.”

“Fuck you!” Molly screeched.

“What did you just say to me?!” Henroin snarled.

“You heard me!” Molly retorted. “You are no longer my father! You are dead to me! I’d rather walk across all of Hell than ride in a car with you!”

Molly then turned around and started walking away as Henroin snapped, “That is not a request, ya dumb broad! Alastor, could ya help me?!”

“Say no more,” Alastor said snapping his fingers without removing his gaze from his sleeping beauty’s peaceful face.

Alastor snapped his fingers and Molly instantly teleported to the middle seat in the backseat under Angel and buckled her in with the seatbelt.

“Fuck all of you!” Molly snarled as Arackniss climbed in the car next to her.

“Alrighty, everyone,” Alastor said merrily. “It’s time for us to be going. Thanks again for your help, Lucifer.”

“You are quite welcome, Alastor,” Lucifer said. “Now, let go of my daughter and go on your way.”

Alastor snapped his fingers, allowing Charlie to fall onto the road.

Charlie angrily got to her feet and attempted to dash to the car only for her father to hold her back.

“That’s enough, Charlotte,” Lucifer chided.

Charlie fought against her father’s arms and yelled in desperate anger, “ALASTOR, YOU’RE FIRED!”

Alastor looked up from his position in the car, flashed a large smile, and teleported in front of Charlie.

“Dear,” Alastor began with a patronizing smirk. “As I recall, our agreement was that I would help you with the hotel as long as I returned. Was it not? I still desire to help out, so I will continue to help out as much I desire.”

“I can make a deal,” Charlie pleaded.

“Charlotte!” Lucifer yelled, summoning his wings and flying them both in the air to get away from Alastor. “I won’t let you make a deal with any overlord! Now, stop being so fucking stupid! I apologize for this, Alastor.”

Alastor chuckled merrily and said, “Don’t worry about it, your majesty. Just keep your daughter away from me and my beautiful wife until the day after the wedding unless she has a real change of heart and we’ll call it even.”

“Agreed,” Lucifer replied. “Enjoy the rest of your night. I’ll see you at the wedding.”

Alastor bowed his head a final time and said, “See you then. Have a wonderful night, you two! Let’s go, Henroin.”

Without another word, Henroin turned on the car and drove back to the manor on the now-restored road.

When the car was out of sight, Charlie summoned her wings, broke out of her father’s grip, turned to face him with her glowing red eyes and tear-soaked face, and said, “Dad, how could you?!”

Lucifer sighed and replied, “When you’re in power over a kingdom such as mine, there are sacrifices you have to make to keep order. That, and frankly, your efforts to redeem these sinners with that hotel of yours are fucking embarrassing.”

“FUCK YOU!” Charlie screeched before turning to fly over to the manor only for her to freeze in place. “Dad, what are you…?”

“If you won’t willing keep yourself safe away from Alastor,” Lucifer said flying in front of Charlie and summoning a portal to his castle as his dark energy held her in place. “I have no choice but to use force.”

#hazbinhotel

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creepychippy · 5 years ago

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Luigi's Mansion 3 - Tickling Drabbles (Part 6)

Luigi/Kruller: Security Check Expect for some small noises like the humming of security cameras, the squeaking of a chair and some pages of a book being flicked through, the room was entirely silent. When Kruller wasn't doing his usual patrolling around the mall, he would be sitting in his office and absentmindely read a book during his break, sometimes even giving a glance towards the green tinted screens, the occasional flicker dividing his attention away from the string of words that the security guard was holding in his hands. Currently, the first beams of sunshine were making their entrance in the morning sky, which meant that most guests of the Last Resort were either having their sips of coffee to properly wake up or going back to the realm of dreams, depending if they were an early bird rubbing the sleep from their eyes, or a night owl believing that sleep is for the weak. As a result because of this, only a handful of tired ghosts were strolling around the shopping centre, most of them making themselves comfortable on some chairs outside the shop and holding small talk with another one of their kind, the casual giggle ringing through the air here and there. Nothing could seem to break this quiet and calm peace...- until out of nowhere a sudden knock on the door pierced the silence, giving the security officer a small shock, since it caught him off-guard. "Come in." The door was opened and a familiar face stepped into Kruller's workplace, holding a plate with a donut and cup that contained what seemed to be freshly made coffee. "Mornin', Kruller. Steward was a lil' bit-a busy, so I thought-a I lend him a hand and-a bring your breakfast to you-a, instead.", announed the green clothed plumber leaning against the doorway, who has decided to expand his vacation with his friends in this hotel a little bit longer, since a peculiar 'incident' interrupted them at the beginning of their visit. "Ah, that's very nice of you. Steward probably appreciates your help, even though he's an workaholic and would rather done it by himself, as I know...him..." Laying his book aside him, Kruller stared at Luigi in a skeptical way - something was off about the plumber today, he just couldn't put his finger on it. That's when the watchman noticed said something, however. The former ghost hunter's speech was kind of slurred, his movements were rather sluggish and executed in a shakingly manner, which could be observed while he was putting down the tableware on the desk, and the most notable point are the big dark circles that had appeared under his eyes. While Kruller might not be the brightest when it comes to a lot of things that were more or less complex, it didn't mean that he wasn't attentive and mindful when specific subjects were being displayed right in front of him, especially those that he had certain past experiences with. "Had a nightmare?" "..." Propping himself against the doorway and using it as a support for his drowsy body, Luigi stopped dead in his tracks, taking a moment to formulate a response in his head, a particular guard waiting patiently and watching him. "...'s nothing, don't-a-worry about it." "Are you sure you don't want to talk about it, not even a little bit? I do not want to pressure you to do anything that you don't want to do, of course, but sometimes it's just...relieving to have someone hear about your thoughts and worries, you know?" "..." Sighing, the green plumber slowly closed the door behind him, taking a chair out of a corner from the room and positioning it in front of the table in such a way so that he could rest his arms on top of it. "Well, you-a-see..." Luigi took his sweet time describing in detail what had happened in his nightmares and what bothered him, although he stammered and mixed his words up quite a lot along the way. Meanwhile, Kruller silently listened to the poor boy's worries, which went from 'King Boo tried to capture everyone again', 'Everyone hated and abandoned me' and finally to 'I even killed my brother in one dream, because I was brainwashed'. At the end, a sympathetic expression has made itself clear on the purple spectra's face, due to some mentioned aspects being fairly relatable and also stirring up some past memories within him. "...I guess you were-a-right, it was kind of-a-relieving to talk about it. I'm-a feelin' better, thanks..." Sure, to any outsider's eye, Luigi's statement could have been taken as nothing but the truth. The years of paying close attention to behaviours and certain cues from people and being watchful in general, however, told the slightly overweight guard that this was not the case at all. There was still this lingering feeling of guilt and melancholia that was emitted by the plumber's eyes, no matter how hard he tried to conceal it. Letting Luigi leave in such condition was out of the question, no doubt, but what exactly was the best method to cheer up a grieving plumber? Kruller took a second to ponder, making an effort not to take to long to hatch a plan in case the former ghost hunter was getting impatient, which luckily didn't appear to be the case at least. As soon as an idea popped up inside of the watchman's head, he could've sworn that if he was in a cartoon, a light bulb would have certainly flashed above his head. "Hey, uh, Luigi, if you don't mind, how about we play a little game?" "...Why?" "Ah, well, I don't get a lot of company around here in the morning and nothing interesting happens in that time period anyway, so I thought we could kill some time together." The green plumber seemed to be considering the offer, having his head drowsily raised from his arms a bit in a curious manner. Please let this work. "What-a-exactly is this-a-game called?" "Oh, uh, it's called... 'Security Check', right." "And what do I-a-do in this-a-game?" "Well, for starters you have to stand up and spread your arms out in a T-Shape." Standing up, the green hero followed the named steps, albeit doing it somewhat sluggishly, while the taller spectra, who was now floating behind the tired boy, assisted him to some extend. "Okay, what-a-do I do next?" "Laugh." "...Wait wha-hahahahahat?!" Before Luigi could even process what was happening to him, ghostly fingers were already being scribbled into his sides, sending shockwaves throughout his body and making the plumber clamp down his arms out of reflexes. "K-kruhuhuhullehehehahahar, w-w-whahahahahat ahahaharehehe-ahahahaha y-yohohohuhuhuh doho-hahahaha-dohohohoihihihihihihng ahahahahaha?!!" "What does it look like? Performing a security check on you, silly." The redeemed ghost hunter was immediatly torn out of his fatigued state, wobbily pushing against the bigger spectra's wriggling hands but to no avail, his feet weakly pounding against the ground. "Pleheheheheh-hahahahahah-heheheheahahahasehehehehe, nohohohohohahahahahat ahahahahahahaha-hehehehehehehehehehe t-thehehehehehrehehehehehehe!!" "Not there? Got it." Deciding the sides were becoming a repetitive place to drill his fingers into, Kruller instead went on to work on the fidgeting plumber's ribs, gaining him now a more high pitched chuckling instead of giggling. "Ahahahhaha-AHAHAHA K-KRUHUHUHLLAHAHAHA W-WHAHAHAHAHIHIHIT, NOHOHOHOHOHOHO-HAHAHAHAHA!!!" "Sir, please stop squirming so much. I have to ensure the safety of every citizen around here, after all.~" "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA S-STOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO-HAHAHAHAHAHAP!!!" A giddy Luigi attempted to flee from the mischievous spectra's grasp, but was instantly restrained by one arm and punished by the other hand who had snaked his way into his armpit and was currently spidering said area, causing the poor boy to blush in a deeper shade of red. "Ah, ah, ah.~ Has no one ever taught you to not disrespect the law? Since you dared to resist an officer's instructions, I now have to take proper action to ensure no further resistance.~" "W-WHAHAHAHAHAHAHIHIHIHIHIHIT-AHAHAHAHAHAHA; I-IHIHIHIHI AHAHAHAHM S-SOHOHOHO-HAHAHAHAHAHARRYHIHIHIHIHI!!!!" "Tell it to the judge." "AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH-HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Realizing that escape was futile, the writhing ghost hunter let himself lean into the spectra's body which in turn promptly earned him squeezing against his belly and light scratching against his neck, making him shriek and wheeze with bubbled up laughter even more. "EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA N-N-NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" "I'm sorry sir, but depending on your actions you have to suffer the consequences for it.~" "WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE S-S-STOHOHOHOHOHOHA-HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE-HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" After switching from spidering against his neck, squeezing against his sides, scribbling away his ribs and basically tickling every tiniest laughter out of the plumber, Kruller noticed the tears that had formed in Luigi's eyes, prompting him to seize all attacks, giving the blushy and shivering mess of a plumber finally a chance to catch his breath. "Ah, uh, I...I didn't overdo it now, did I...?" Having eventually revovered to a degree that he was able to talk again, the green ghost hunter who had still a hint of red in his face quietly gazed at the worried ghost before finally answering. "Hey, Kruller. You said-a-this was-a-game, right?" "U-uh, yeah, I did...Why?" "Well, that would-a-theoratically mean that the roles of-a-the players can be switched up, right?" The ghost of the security guard, who was backing up into a wall behind him, didn't like where this was going, especially that playful glare and smirk that the plumber was giving him. "I-ah u-uh, I t-think I've got t-t-to go!" "Before you do-a-that, I still have-a-one question to ask-a-you." "...Y-y-yes?" Luigi was now standing in front of a very flustered Kruller, his blue eyes piercing the spectra's very being and his fingers wriggling teasingly towards him. "Are-a-ghosts ticklish?" Ah, well. At least Kruller was able to cheer Luigi up.

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thelittlesttimelord · 5 years ago

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The Littlest Timelord: Cracks in Time Chapter 1

TITLE: The Littlest Timelord: Cracks in Time Chapter 1 PAIRING: No Pairing RATING: T CHAPTER: 1/? SUMMARY: A little girl escapes the Time War when the Timelord’s return in “End of Time Part 2″. The newly regenerated Doctor must now raise the little girl while trying to find out why cracks in time keep following them around.

The Doctor came crashing through the ceiling of the Naismith Mansion and landed on all the broken glass. Through blurry vision, he picked up the gun lying next to him and pointed it at Rassilon, but it fell from his hand as he collapsed back down to the floor. The Doctor struggled to get up as Rassilon came towards him.

“My Lord Doctor, Lord Master. We are gathered for the end”, Rassilon said.

The Doctor lay on the floor, panting in pain. He struggled to his hands and knees as he begged. “Listen to me. You can't!”

“It is a fitting paradox that our salvation comes at the hands of our most infamous child”.

“Oh, he's not saving you. Don't you realize what he's doing?”

The Master ignored the Doctor. “Look around you. I've transplanted myself into every single human being. But who wants a mongrel little species like them, because now I can transplant myself into every single Time Lord. Oh, yes, Mister President, sir, standing there all noble and resplendent and decrepit. Think how much better you're going to look as me”.

Rassilon held up his metal gauntlet and every human was restored to their normal selves.

“No, no, don't. No, no, stop it! No, no, no, don't!” the Master yelled.

“On your knees, mankind”, Rassilon demanded.

Every human in the room got down on their knees.

“No, that's fine, that's good, because you said salvation. I still saved you. Don't forget that”, the Master told him.

“The approach begins”, Rassilon said looking up to the sky.

“Approach of what?”

“Something is returning. Don't you ever listen? That was the prophecy. Not someone, something”, the Doctor snapped.

“What is it?” the Master asked.

“They're not just bringing back the species. It's Gallifrey. Right here, right now”.

The humans in the room fled in fear as Gallifrey got closer to the earth.

“But, I did this. I get the credit. I'm on your side”, the Master said.

Wilf came running into the room. “Come on, get out of the way. Get out of the way! Doctor?”

“Help me, please. Somebody, please!” a technician begged. He was trapped in a glass booth.

“All right! I've got you, mate. I've got you”, Wilf said going into the open booth.

“Wilf, don't. Don't!” the Doctor begged as Wilf unlocked the other booth.

“I've got you. Come on. Go on”, Wilf told him.

The technician fled the room.

“But this is fantastic, isn't it? The Time Lords restored”, the Master said, rising to his feet.

“You weren't there in the final days of the War. You never saw what was born. But if the Timelock's broken, then everything's coming through. Not just the Daleks, but the Skaro Degradations, the Horde of Travesties, the Nightmare Child, the Could-have-been King with his army of Meanwhiles and Never-weres. The War turned into hell. And that's what you've opened, right above the Earth. Hell is descending!” the Doctor listed off.

“My kind of world”.

“Just listen! Because even the Time Lords can't survive that”.

“We will initiate the Final Sanction. The end of time will come at my hand. The rupture will continue until it rips the Time Vortex apart”, Rassilon told them.

“That's suicide”, the Master argued.

“We will ascend to become creatures of consciousness alone. Free of these bodies, free of time, and cause and effect, while creation itself ceases to be”.

“You see now? That's what they were planning in the final days of the War. I had to stop them”, the Doctor told the Master.

“Then, take me with you, Lord President. Let me ascend into glory”.

“You are diseased, albeit a disease of our own making. No more”.

The Doctor was back on his feet and aiming the revolver at Rassilon.

“Choose your enemy well. We are many. The Master is but one”, he said.

“But he's the President. Kill him, and Gallifrey could be yours”, the Master told him.

The Doctor turned and aimed it at the Master.

“He's to blame, not me. Oh, the link is inside my head. Kill me, the link gets broken, they go back. You never would, you coward. Go on then. Do it”.

As he was about to turn the gun back on Rassilon, a small brunette girl came running towards the Doctor.

“Someone grab her!” Rassilon demanded.

The Doctor trained the gun on him again as her small arms wrapped around his leg. She shook violently against him and he wondered how she had gotten there in the first place.

“Exactly. It's not just me, it's him. He's the link. Kill him!” the Master yelled.

“The final act of your life is murder. But which one of us?” Rassilon asked.

The woman to the right of the Doctor lowered her hands from her face to look at the Doctor and the little girl. The Doctor spun around to face the Master again. “Get out of the way”.

The Master moved and the Doctor shot the device holding the white point star.

“The link is broken. Back into the Time War, Rassilon. Back into hell”, the Doctor spat.

“You'll die with me, Doctor”, Rassilon said lifting his gauntlet.

The Doctor placed his hand on the girl’s head. “I know”, the Doctor said.

Rassilon aimed his gauntlet at the Doctor and the girl as the woman covered her faced again.

“Get out of the way”, the Master told him.

The Doctor picked up the little girl and moved off to the side as the Master attacked Rassilon with his built up energy. “You did this to me! All of my life! You made me! One! Two! Three! Four!”

Rassilon was forced to his knees as the Timelords disappeared in a bright white light.

The Doctor shielded the little girl’s body with his own as they were sucked back into the Time War. “I'm alive. I've…I'm still alive. We’re okay”. He raised up on his hands as the little girl sat next to him looking at him with her big blue eyes.

They heard a series of four knocks.

The Doctor looked over and saw Wilf in the glass booth.

“They gone, then? Yeah, good-o. If you could let me out?” he asked.

The Doctor sighed. “Yeah”.

“Only, this thing seems to be making a bit of a noise”.

The Doctor got to his feet and walked over to him. “The Master left the Nuclear Bolt running. It's gone into overload”.

“And that's bad, is it?”

“No, because all the excess radiation gets vented inside there”. The Doctor gestured to the other booth with his head. “Vinvocci glass contains it. All five hundred thousand rads, about to flood that thing”.

“Oh. Well, you'd better let me out, then”.

“Except it's gone critical. Touch one control and it floods”. The Doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver. “Even this would set it off”.

“I'm sorry. Look, just leave me”.

“Okay, right then, I will. Because you had to go in there, didn't you? You had to go and get stuck, oh yes. Because that's who you are, Wilfred. You were always this. Waiting for me all this time!”

The little girl could see that the man was getting increasingly upset. She got up and walked over to him, taking his hand in her tiny one.

He looked down at her and chuckled bitterly. He was dying and she’d just begun her life.

She couldn’t have been more than 4.

“No really, just leave me. I'm an old man, Doctor. I've had my time”, Wilf told him.

The Doctor pulled his hand out of hers “Well, exactly. Look at you. Not remotely important. But me? I could do so much more. So much more! But this is what I get. My reward. And it's not fair!” The Doctor was practically crying at this point and the little girl didn’t like it one bit.

She wrapped her arms around his legs as she tried to comfort him the best she could.

The Doctor’s hearts melted. She had no idea what was going on, but was more worried about how he was doing. He sighed and picked her up. Her tiny arms wrapped around his neck and he gently hugged her before putting her down. “I've lived too long”, he said as he walked towards the glass booths.

The little girl followed him.

The Doctor turned around and placed a hand on her shoulder. “You have to stay here”.

She shook her head, but did as he told her.

“No. No, no, please, please don't. No, don't! Please don't! Please!” Wilf begged.

“Wilfred, it's my honor. Better be quick. Three, two, one”. He quickly ran into the booth and unlocked Wilf’s door.

Wilf ran out and a red light flooded the Doctor’s booth. He cried out in pain.

The little girl ran to the booth and started banging on the glass door with her little hands.

The Doctor curled up into a ball as the power shut down. When he looked up, he saw the little girl’s big blue eyes staring at him.

They were misty like she was about to start crying. She’d just met him though.

After a few minutes, the Doctor managed to get up.

“Hello”, Wilf said.

“Hi”, the Doctor replied.

“Still with us?”

“The system's dead. I absorbed it all. Whole thing's kaput”. He pushed open the door to the booth. “Oh. Now it opens, yeah”. He stepped out and immediately picked up the little girl.

“She’s going to be rather attached to you”, Wilf told him.

“Yeah”, the Doctor said stroking her hair, “Just us two now”.

“Well, there we are, then. Safe and sound. Mind you, you're in hell of a state. You've got some battle scars there”.

The Doctor rubbed his face and the cuts vanished.

“But they've…Your face…How did you do that? Wilf asked.

“It's started”, the Doctor told him.

Wilf hugged the Doctor, who just stood there. After dropping Wilf off at home, the Doctor took the little girl deeper into the TARDIS to find her a room.

He came across a door painted with stars and galaxies. When he opened it, it was a nursery. “Well, I guess this will do for now”, he told her. He laid her down in the bed the TARDIS provided and covered her up with a sheet. “Goodnight, little one”, he said, sonicing a night light. He left her in her room as he set off for his reward.

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The Doctor stumbled into the TARDIS and saw the little girl standing next to the console. “You should be sleeping”, he told her.

Her eyes went wide as she looked down at his hand.

It was glowing with golden energy.

He walked over to the lever and set the TARDIS in motion. “Whatever happens, it’s me and you”. He stepped away from her and she watched as tears filled his eyes. “I don't want to go”, he said and exploded with golden energy.

The little girl was terrified. She didn’t understand what was going on. The energy started various fires in the TARDIS and she grabbed onto a Y-beam.

When the golden energy faded, a new man stood there in the other man’s clothes.

“Legs. I've still got legs!” he rejoiced. He kissed his kneecaps before moving on. “Good. Arms. Hands. Ooo, fingers. Lots of fingers. Ears, yes. Eyes, two. Nose, I've had worse. Chin, blimey. Hair…” He felt his now longer hair. “I'm a girl! No. No. I'm not a girl”. “And still not ginger!” he said, seeing his hair was still brown, “And something else. Something important”. He looked over and saw the small girl. “Girl. But there’s something else…I'm, I'm, I'm…”

There was a loud bang and it hit him.

“Ha! Crashing!” he yelled happily. He grabbed onto the console. “Ha, ha! Whoo hoo hoo! Ah! Geronimo!”

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kayssweetdreams · 2 years ago

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Maestro Hiccups Nightmares Unleashed Part 40

Meanwhile, In the Mansion...

Kaylo cowered underneath a bed, the sounds of the zombies filling her ears. She had boarded up every part of the Mansion she could find, and she wasn't taking any chances. A butler in a red suit and red hair came next to the foot of the bed, and kneeled down to her level.

"Is something wrong Madame?" He asked, his tone comforting to her "Regal! Thank goodness you're here! There are Zombies outside! Hundreds of bloodthirsty zombies!!" She panicked, her body shivering. Regal walked over to the window, and saw it was perfectly normal.

"Madame? I don't see anything out there. Maybe your eyes are playing tricks on you." He said. Lifting up the bottom part of the bed "I don't know anymore!! It's like a bad dream!" She yelled in fear. Regal paled before he gently pulled her out from under the bed. "I assure you madame, everything is alright. If anything were to harm you, they would need to get past me first." He said reassuringly.

Kaylo hugged Regal, happy to have someone still on her side, but something was telling her that this WAS all a bad dream, and that she wasn't supposed to be in this world. However, she couldn't think about it much longer, as the power was cut off from the mansion. Both of them paled as the sounds of banging were heard.

Regal turned to the pink haired girl and gave her a stern look. "Get to the attic as fast as you can and and lock the door. I will join you shortly." He said. Kaylo gave an uneasy nod before she scurried up the stairs. However, as soon as she was out of view, 'Regal' floated off of the ground, and turned into the form of Reala.

The red Nightmaren grumbled "I'll join you little visitor...when I crush whoever is interfering with Wizeman's plan." He said when the hordes of Zombies broke in. Reala gave a blank stare at them all before he simply snapped his fingers, and the zombies vanished into nothing.

"I knew it..." He growled before darting outside to find the source of the bad things happening...and missed Lance, Owl, and the visitors enter the mansion undetected. "Alright, We know the plan. We get in, Lance warps as much as the mansion as he can, we give a few scares to Kaylo, and hopefully, it'll be enough to wake her up, and get her and us out of here before Reala and Jackle find out that we're here." Mei said.

The group nodded as the got into position. Lance cleared his throat as he imitated Reala's voice to bait her out "Madame? Madame? Are you OK?" He asked in his fake voice near the attic door. Up above his head, Kaylo had been listening, and she heard the comforting sound of Regal's voice. "Regal? Is that you?" She asked hopefully.

"Yes Madame, the coast is cleat, it's safe now." 'Regal' said. Kaylo unlocked the attic door, hoping to see the sunny sky again, only to find the mansion devoid of life, and darkened with no end in sight. The pink haired girl fell from the door in the roof, falling onto the rotting floorboards. The attic door locked and she frantically pounded on it to get back in.

"No No No No No No!!" She panicked. Seeing that she had no other choice, she carefully made her way through the now haunted mansion, hoping to find a way out of this nightmare...

Meanwhile, Back with Reala...

The red maren made his way over to a secret prison in the now cracking Nightopia. The sole prisoner that was there was none other than a rather annoyed NiGHTS. Reala glared at them "I know what you're doing NiGHTS. You're messing with the environment so that the Bruno child will wake up." He deduced.

NiGHTS raised one of their eyebrows "What are you talking about?! I'm not messing with the dream, I'm not even able to leave THIS place!" They yelled. Reala didn't buy it "A likely story. But very soon, all your efforts will be for nothing, and then you'll be BEGGING Master Wizeman to show you mercy." He chuckled.

The purple maren rolled their eyes "Yeah Sure. Keep telling yourself that Reala. But I'm telling you I'm not the one doing this. And even if I was, I couldn't make this world start to break HALF as fast as whoever is doing it." They said. As if fate heard them, the world around them cracked even more, small chips and cracking surfaces began to show themselves.

NiGHTS looked smugly at their sibling.. "See? I TOLD you I'm not doing this." They said. Reala just growled before he flew off "I'm going to find the one doing it, and when I do they're going to WISH that they were awake." He grumbled. NiGHTS rolled their eyes before they spotted another visitor with brown hair.

"Hi, um...NiGHTS was it?" She said, running to NiGHTS's prison "I'm Aria, I'm here to help get you out!" She said. NiGHTS smiled at the visitor when another crack began to form "Oh yeah, and we're here to help a friend get out of this place." She said.

NiGHTS nodded as Aria helped free them from their prison before they hovered around Aria "Well then, we better hurry. If this world really is breaking apart, then it's a matter of time before Reala tries to stop whoever is planning to wake up the child...and trust me when I say, it won't be good if he finds whoever that is."

Aria paled before she led NiGHTS back to the mansion, hoping to help her friends, and wake Kaylo up before it was too late...

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Aria belongs to @shadowqueen402

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voemae582 · 5 years ago

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The Truth Changes

Chapter 4: Is Blue Warm or Cold?

Let it be known, I wrote this chapter before I watched reflectdoll and Desperado. And I'm so angry with how Marinette and Adrien acted, but most importantly the writers... Enjoy. Also I post the story on my Fanfiction.net page under Voemae Patterson and on Wattpad under Tia_Patterson!

Meanwhile Chat Noir made his way across town and hid in an alley way to transform back. Plagg flew out of his ring in a panic.

"Plagg calm down, we need think of a plan, maybe she was bluffing and Ladybug is fine."

Plagg shook his head, "Kid this is serious, I can honestly tell you, she was telling the truth. We need to find Master. I have a feeling Tikki's with him, which is good."

"Tikki?" Adrien asked.

"No time to explain, lets go!" Plagg flew in the direction of Master Fu's massage place with Adrien close behind him.

They took back streets and alleys to avoid any Marionettes in the area. It didn't take long before they finally reached their destination and took cover inside where they were greeting by Wayzz. They entered the massage room to find Master Fu and Tikki talking. Adrien saw the polka doted Kwami and put two and two together. It was Ladybugs Kwami.

"Tikki!" Plagg shouted and he wasted no time flying to her side. "What happened?"

Master Fu put his attention to Adrien who was still confused. Where was Ladybug? Why didn't she have her kwami? "Adrien, come and sit."

"Master Fu, Marinette, she's the girl akumatized. She's my friend."

He nodded. "Yes, well without Ladybug we're in quite the predicament."

Adrien clenched her fists and grit his teeth, "Please entrust me with saving them both."

"Everyone whos fought alongside you has been turned into a puppet." He stroked his little beard and turned his head away from Adrien and whispered, "She must've done that on purpose."

"What?"

"It's nothing." He waved his hand to signal there was nothing to worry about.

Tikki, Plagg and Wayzz sat at the middle of the table. "Oh Master, it's not her fault! We must save her from being a puppet." Tikki chose her words carefully as to not reveal Marinette was Ladybug.

"I understand the situation. Ladybug knew she would be caught, and purposely took out her earrings to prevent Hawkmoth from finding her using the connection between the akumatized." He pondered for a moment and the room fell silent with thinking. "But," He broke the silence. "I can not ignore the fact that she did fall into this situation."

"Master?" Wayzz questioned.

"Don't worry, I chose her for a reason, that being said I have to wonder what she'll do. Or if she can snap out of it."

"I know she will." Adrien stood up. "Because she's Ladybug." They all looked up at him as he radiated the confidence he lacked a moment ago. "I'll focus on snapping Marinette out of it, try and find the item that's been akumatized then free her. But, Chat Noir can't catch the akuma, or fix what's been destroyed. Master Fu, please let me use the Ladybug miraculous."

Fu stood and turned to get more tea, "Absolutely not. It's far too risky."

"But-!"

"But this may be our only sound option right now. As for the cat miraculous, you cant use both at the same time. And I don't feel good having both miraculous near each other while you're fighting. I suppose I could also-" Just then a crack echoed in the room. His age was catching up to him and he cracked his back... As always Wayzz was worried for the master and helped him sit back down with the tea. "We almost lost the Bee miraculous once, we can't afford making these same mistakes." He shook his head, he knew he wouldn't be much help, but he couldn't do it alone. "We need to move location, she might come here."

"Why would she come here?" Adrien asked. The Kwami's looked at Fu to make an excuse.

Fu cleared his throat. "Your friend Marinette, yes, um she, she's been in my shop before, to get a muscle relaxer!" Not his best moment but he was going to roll with it. "You know how kids are these days, stressed about school and such. So I gave her an old Chinese remedy to help her out... Of course she still seems a bit clumsy..."

Adrien chuckled at the last comment. "No, that's just her."

Fu saw his sincere smile as he thought about her. "I see.." He smiled. "Well, lets move location of the box carefully first, then get a plan started."

"I've got an idea." And so it was decided where the box would be moved to...

Half an hour later after mast Fu settled Adrien transformed back into Chat Noir. "Until we figure this out, I'll go and patrol the surrounding area. I need to help those who have not been caught."

"What ever you do, don't go looking for her." He warned him.

"Which one?" He joked before leaving the building.

Master Fu saw as his Chat Noir figure jumped over a building. "The only one."

"Oh master... What should we do?" Tikki hovered next to him looking out the window.

"Where there's a will, there's a way." he sighed. "For all our sakes, we can only wait and see if she has a stronger will then the darkness in her heart."

About twenty minutes past and Chat Noir saved a few hand fills of civilians and hid them from the akuma. He made sure to stay low and out of sight trying not to cause a scene. All the while he was trying to think of a plan. He was alone, without his Lady. He was worried, but he didn't know for who more. Marinette or Ladybug?

It was already night and the stars were bright. a lot of the city lights were off because there were people hiding. For the most part if Porcelain had no need for them, the marionettes had free will to go home or do anything they wanted as long as the didn't rebel they could live a normal life as a porcelain doll. Until she needed them that is, and took control of their body's again. The brightest lights were the Eiffel tower, which is where Chat Noir assumed Marinette was based. The day had been the longest time anyone has ever been under an akuma's affects and trance before.

No one knew what was supposed to happen next. Where was Ladybug, the hero of Paris? The Parisians began to worry. Every time that day Chat was asked where she was or heard a rumor of her disappearance he quickly retorted it stating she was well and they were just thinking of a plan.

He returned to his mansion per master Fu's request for the night. Adrien wanted eagerly to go and try talking to Marinette but was stopped every time by Plagg. He agonized over the thought of pain and suffering she was feeling, alone. Plus he was scared sooner or later Ladybug would break, not that she would ever lie.

Checking on his father was impossible since the Gorilla stood outside his bedroom room and Natalie probably wouldn't let him into the office. Little did he know his father was better then okay. Because he had finally found a suitable victim to capture all the miraculous.

In his lair Hawkmoth reveled in the army before him. "Your progress is taking much longer then I expected, but you told the truth, Ladybug hasn't shown her face yet. Meaning you did capture her, and Chat Noir's the only one left. He is the only one left, right?"

Far from the Agreste Manor, sitting at the very top of the Eiffel tower looking at the night sky above her was Porcelain. "Yes, I assume he'll be no trouble. And before you ask again, I do not know where to find the guardian of the box." She technically wasn't lying, she didn't know where master Fu could be, its not 100% certain he'll be at his home. She knew how to manipulate her powers so she wouldn't crack.

Suddenly she felt a pain and all her muscles stiffened making her feel weak. "If you're lying to me I will take away your victory!" Hawkmoth threatened her.

"Why- argh!" She struggled to talk with the pressure he forced on her. "-would I-ugh, why would I lie to you!?" He finally released her letting her gasp for air.

"If I find out you were lying to me or are plotting something, not only will I take everything away from you, but I'll get a professional to do it instead." He chuckled. "You might know her. She tends to fib a bit."

If Porcelain wasn't wearing a mask you'd see the anger in her eyes and her teeth ready to break from clenching them to hold her tongue. "Lila." She hissed through her teeth.

"Correct. Instead of getting your revenge on her I'll replace you with her. So don't forget your end of the deal."

Marinette felt a stab in her heart. Even Hawkmoth preferred Lila. Why was she not good enough? "Why would you trust a liar like her?"

"Of course I don't trust her you fool, but she'll do her job. And who knows, after she does get me what I want perhaps she'll become even more adored with her lies then you'll ever be with the truth."

"Forget you! I'll get you what I promised by using my powers for their own good!" She stood up and yelled at the sky. "I can't concentrate with you nagging in my ear!"

"I'll check back later." Back in the lair Hawkmoth cut the communication with Porcelain. "Dark wings fall!" And turned back into his formal attire as Gabriel Agreste. "Natalie, I may need your assistance tomorrow." He turned around to face Natalie who held a clipboard to her chest never showing more then a poker face.

"Of course. I would be happy to, sir."

"Right, go get some rest, it'll take a toll on you tomorrow."

She shook her head. "I'm fine, I've had all nighters before doing work, but you should get some sleep, we have a big day tomorrow. I'll watch over things for the night."

Back at the tower Porcelain looked over the Paris buildings to a small shop with it's lights still on. It was her parent's bakery. They were still up so late. She had the urge to go and visit them, but something stopped her. She was ashamed.

"Damn it." She held her head in her hands and cursed at the world. It all seemed so unfair.

Last month she was adored by her friends and she adored them. Marinette was hanging out with everyone, and sure, once in awhile Lila would tell a lie, but she learned to ignore it. Over time she just left Lila alone and avoided her as long as it didn't affect anyone, but now, how did she end up like this. Her mind got foggy and her memories blurred together. She could only remember the bad parts.

Porcelain had forgotten the good inside of Marinette, and it scared her, not because she couldn't remember anything good, but because she didn't actually care. She couldn't even remember how her morning started. It had only been hours ago but she couldn't think of her parent's and their kind words. What she did remember was Lila. The lies. Alya ditching her in her time of need. Adrien's rejection. Her parent's pitying her. Ladybug.

Oh lord Ladybug. It was always Ladybug. Even Chat Noir prefers Ladybug. Adrien would probably prefer Ladybug. Alya would prefer Ladybug. Her parent's would be better off with a daughter like Ladybug.

Porcelain stopped gripping her skull with anger and let her arm frail onto her knee. She was Ladybug. But Ladybug wasn't her. No, she used to be Marinette. And Marinette is no Ladybug. Marinette's clumsy, a coward and a complete mess. Over a boy. A boy who didn't even like her. Or notice her. She was just a friend. She was a nobody. A wanna be fashion designer.

Marinette was always good at over thinking things, but Porcelain was the queen of over thinking.

A tear appeared from the dark hole of the mask where the eye should be and rolled down the porcelain surface. All her terrible negative feelings came crawling into her heart. Her chest hurt, it felt like something was pulling at her heart strings until they snapped. A punch in the gut. Her head ached and felt like it was on fire and going to explode. Water leaked from her eyes. She shook all over and couldn't breath. She was panicking. She hated this feeling of helplessness. This feeling of depression and anxiety. Eating at every nerve and cell in her body, until she snapped.

And she screamed.

A burst of red deflected from her like a ring of fire around her and widened until it disappeared into the night. She hunched and tried to calm herself. At this moment she knew she messed up. Hawkmoth had increased her emotions of betrayal before he went to bed leaving her to wallow in self loathing. She had no choice but to blame others.

Time had passed and she was walking around on the tower trying to control her emotions and also devising her plan while sewing a scarf together using the red thread she possessed. She had puppets guarding the castle.

"M'Lady." a Marionette approached her.

"Speak, but do not call me that." She ordered him still continuing to make the scarf.

"Several Marionettes whom are not under your control at the moment have asked for an audience with the great poupée de porcelaine."

"Very well."

A few moments later Nino, Rose, Juleka, Mylene, Ivan and even Luka appeared before her. They stood in front of her and She could tell by their faces what they wanted to say. This small group was made up of Kitty Section. The band Marinette designed for. Her closes friends other then Alya.

Nino was outwardly distraught making him the first to burst out his feelings. "How could you do that to Alya!"

Rose and Juleka stood on both sides of him and held his arms as if he would try to attack Porcelain. "This isn't what we practiced" Rose tried to calm him down.

Apparently practicing and deciding what they would tell her ahead of time was the plan to convince her to stop. Little did they know, the longer Marinette was under the Akuma's control the more she lost herself. It had already been too long for logic and reason to save her.

Ivan stepped forward and started first. "Marinette, we're sorry. All of us. We knew you didn't like Lila for some reason but we didn't take your feelings into consideration and hung out with her."

Porcelain's eye twitched in annoyance. "You think this is because I didn't want you guys to hangout with someone I don't like?" She cracked her neck and continued. "True I despise Lila, and I didn't want anyone to hangout with her, but that's because she's a liar, and constantly tortures me, not because I just don't like her! Marinette wasn't so shallow she'd try to monopolize you guys!" She took the wooden controls from her side pockets and the thread connected to Nino and pulled him in front of her.

"Nino!"

Nino could still talk and looked her in the eyes. "I thought we were friends?"

Knowing Hawkmoth went to bed Porcelain got close to his ear so no one would hear her, and she whispered in Nino's ear, "Are you secretly Carapace?"

"H-how did you-?"

She asked more loudly so everyone could hear, "Are you? Answer the question!"

"N-No!" He gulped.

"Perfect." Porcelain watched his arm start cracking until it just shattered revealing a wooden surface. She let him go giving him free will.

Nino stepped backward away from her and tripped falling on his back. "AAARUGH!!" He yelled in pain. It felt like every bone in his body shattering even though it was just his arm. The pain continued for what seemed forever. He finally bit his tongue on the pain and sat up gripping his wooden left arm.

He had control of his body except for his left arm that was now wood. "What's happening!? I only told one lie! I shouldn't have shattered anything! It should just be a crack, right!?" He yelled at her confused and scared. The others ran to aid him.

"So you admit you lied to me." She started to walk in a circle around them and their eyes followed her every move.

"What's going on with his arm!?" Mylene spoke up.

She sighed, "True, a lie would usually only give you a crack, but, the bigger the lie, the more severe the injury." She winked. "Don't you wanna know what I asked him?"

Luka stood up, "Marinette, this isn't you."

Again telling her who she was. People just couldn't take a hint. "My names Not Marinette!" She yelled and took control of them making them stand in a line. "It's poupée en porcelaine! Now leave before I decide to shatter you all." She demanded more then requested. With a point of the finger she forced them to walk out.

"Wait!" Luka pleaded as his legs led him to the elevator. "Marinette! Please, wait, I just want to talk!"

She froze them for a second. The were in mid stepping pose facing the opposite direction of her. Staring at his back she asked, "If you stay here you'll be broken one way or the other. Are you willing To risk the damage?"

Juleka tried to look at her brother, "Luka, don't."

Luka had a soft smile on his face. "Sorry Jules, you'd do the same for Rose."

"Touching..." Porcelain mocked. "Your answer?"

"Yes. I'm okay with that." He spoke louder.

Porcelain walked up to him and examined him for any crack. He was telling the truth. She snapped her fingers and the rest of them walked to the elevator and left. She took away their speech temporarily so they wouldn't interfere until they left.

For the next minute they stood in silence just looking at each other. She wondered what he was looking at her for, what was he trying to find. She focused on his eyes. They were a clear blue, not like hers, his were deeper. Clear with no clutter. Why were his blue eyes so... Warm?

"Cold." He muttered.

Porcelain snapped out of her thoughts, "What?"

"I finally caught a glimpse of you're eyes behind the mask, when the light hits you just right, and they were cold."

She covered the eye he was focused on and turned her face slightly to hide her other. "Blue is cold."

He realized how rude that might've sounded. "No sorry." He scratched the back of his head and looked at the ground. "It's just that, your eyes are usually so warm."

For a second she thought he read her mind. Her eye brows furrowed and she made him stand up straight and look at her. "What nonsense are you spouting? Everyone knows blue is a cold, cold color."

He stood quietly and let her make her point. Studying her actions and moves. Trying to find an ounce of Marinette. He focused on her every detail. Her perfectly place hair in a bun with a red ribbon. The intricate detail on her dress. The carefully placed paint strokes on her mask and especially the way you can see her expression through her eyes.

"Do you ever dislike being in a band with your little sister, and her friends?"

Luka was caught off guard by the question. "What? No, of course not. I love my sister and her friends are mine too." No cracks, he was telling the truth.

"Really? You never feel childish being around them?"

"No they're awesome." He smiled knowing he had nothing to hide.

Porcelain grunted. "Do you even have friends outside of them?"

He nodded, "Yeah, I see them all the time."

"Ever wish you lived in a house like normal people?"

"I love living in a boat."

The two of them went back and fourth for quite a while. Porcelain started to run out of questions. She asked petty things like fights with Juleka, or stealing candy when he was young. Despite his looks he wasn't really a 'bad boy'. He was sweet and kind and honest. She hated it.

"There's got to be something you don't want to admit to! So admit it!" She was getting frustrated. "There's got to be something you lie about. And I'm going to find out."

He went silent and thought about something. Porcelain noticed he was hiding something. She was about to confront him with more questions, but he beat her to the punch. "I never want to lie to the girl I like."

She taken aback. "What? Who?"

"Marinette." He said confidently.

"You're a liar, no one likes a nobody." She wasn't convinced.

"I do." He breathed. "Because to me, she's not a nobody. She's-"

"Like an everyday Ladybug, nice, good, perfect and all that crap!" She turned around as to not face him.

"No." He replied. "Ladybug isn't perfect. I don't know her personally so I can't say much about her personality. But no ones perfect or good at everything. Especially Marinette."

She felt a tug at her heart and the corners of her lips weigh down.

"Marinette isn't perfect, she's clumsy, and stammers, and sometimes it's like she's always in her head."

"You've made your point-"

"But I love that about her. She might fall a lot, but that only means I get to catch her. Her stammering is the cutest thing I've ever heard. And to be able to look at her when she's lost in thought is the greatest privilege I can have." He smiled and you could hear the passion of his words. "She has all the qualities of a super hero, but that's just one part of her, she's also an amazing girl."

"Stop it." She gripped both her upper arms.

"Her designs are incredible! She works hard and deserve every good thing in her life. She apologizes even if she's not in the wrong. And she's honest to a fault, that makes her unique because now a days there's nobody that honest. She tries to help those in need. She messes up, but she she'll try again until everything's fixed."

"I said enough!" She turned around waved her hand violently and took his speech away. She stomped in front of him only three inches from his face. "These are all lies!" She aimed her sight down and he mouthed something to her. 'I love you'.

She backed up and held her fists at her side. "Why aren't you breaking!?" She shouted almost pleading. For some reason she was running away from love. Perhaps she didn't deserve it. "Lie!" Her voice got shaky and she got close to him and he mouthed it again. she hit his chest with her palms and her forehead landed on his chest. "Lies! All of them!" While one hand hit him repeatedly, the other slowly reached for her mask and slid it off letting her take a deep shaky breath.

Without knowing she had let control of him go and felt his arms wrap around her. "I love you, Marinette." And she let his chin rest on her head. "You're the song playing in my head, and the rhythm my heart beats too." There they stood on the Eiffel tower, embraced in each others cold china hold, with the warmest blue eyes.

"No.." A whisper was barely heard.

"Did you-" Luka started say before being pushed away.

He caught a glance at her face without the mask, her sapphire eyes glossed over with denial, and there was a notable break under her left eye.

"Marinette wha-?"

"My. Names. Not. Marinette!" With a wave of her hand she made him leave, immediately. As soon as she could no longer see him she fell to her knees and hung her head. "Damn it..." The lights of the Eiffel tower then turned off as if on que.

The next day was sure to be chaotic.

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lejendarydreams · 4 years ago

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The Muse - Episode One - Lockheed Streetstar

In a far away land past the Devil's Sea...

There is an island unknown to the rest of humanity.

Saikan.

A beautiful land that sprouted a nation.

It is a myth and no invaders ever attempted to come to Saikan for nobody knew outside that they exist.

A thousand year ago,

Sunken ships, wrecked and lost, washed ashore to the mysterious land. The people that survived a thousand year ago began a new civilization. Years after years, not only shipwrecks but planes crashing landed to their history.

But in their legends, it is believed that a giant sea creature saved them, placed them in Saikan for a purpose, and protected the land.

In Saikan, thunderbolts paint the sky day and night. Sometimes it is cloudy, sometimes it would rain. It is the norm and it is their friend. The humans adapted to Saikan's cruel weather and took it to their advantage. As the civilization grew, they developed high end technology and system, a little more advanced than what we have.

The four cities, places to remember are named KM#05, Earheart, Xi, Lockheed. Each has stories to tell that are yet to unveil.

And I will unlock these as you read along.

Now before the real story begins, I shall brief you more about Saikan.

In Saikan, the citizens are classified as:

Maruns - people who work for MARU (government)

Theurgists - people who believe and worship mysterious beings, believers of supernatural and divinity

Teknikiin - people who develop and work on technologies

Ediin - agriculturists, economists, businessmen

Undergrounders (UGs) - rebels, and underground independent orgs

J.O.P - Just Ordinary People

Currency:

Points. All citizens are monitored and microchipped at their pulse. The installed permanent device is called SRAM.

With the help of SRAM, the citizens were monitored by Maru (government). The SRAM holds a person's entire biodata, entire web, entertainment, currency, entire life.

Technology:

They are able to turn a 3D holographic form to a physical object.

Economy:

Between the cities, there is a river connected to a lake, and the lake connected to the sea. Its water was mysterious, and it was the main source of power, oil, and minerals of Saikan. The economy was greatly dependent on it. But underneath the blessing was an equivalent price. The lake is called "The Cursed Lake" and river was called "The Dark River", for the water coming from there brought a plague. Anyone who touches it will be cursed. So the river and the lake were glass-sealed. Only selected personnel and machines were allowed to harvest from it.

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Episode One: Lockheed Streetstar

Let us begin with a prophecy.

All gathered, the cult in white hooded robes, recited the eminent future through a song. They sang:

"Time... when the moon

turns blazing blue;

Time... when thunders no longer roar

and land thirsts dry;

Time devours the dead,

And the dead devours the living;

Time of destruction and of revolution;

Time... is power... and power is born

in the hands of the Clairvoyant."

These white clothed men are Theurgists. They devote their lives unveiling the mysteries of their land. Their faith is grounded and built on solid foundation, influencing the culture and tradition of Saikan.

The central city, Lockheed, is the place of the core believers. The theurgists here are influential. They are storytellers, magicians, actors, musicians, and media. They are the attraction and trendsetters.

The cult is lead by Kingsbirth.

Kingsbirth is a powerful man in the country. He lives in the biggest cruise-mansion called The Royal Voyager at Lockheed bay. He is greatly pleasured by art, performances, and divine powers. He is one of the richest people in Saikan, and one of the councilors of the governor.

Meanwhile, on a street in Lockheed, there was a young girl who captivated the attention of the crowd by performing. She was playing ERHI -- a musical instrument device interface that can record, playback, and loop beats and melodies -- projected in holographic form. She was busking for points.

The parks were lovely. The town was as sparkling as New York city. Tall buildings in peculiar architecture, flying vehicles, holograms everywhere. The girl, though in the lowest ranks of the J.O.P., stood out amidst the crowd... for no one was as good as her in their generation.

The girl is a streetkid, 13 years of age, one in the smallest percentage of the population who lives in poverty. Most of them are abandoned children. But among them, she was oddly blessed in maneuvering the SRAM.

It was a dim orange day as the sun's neon light rays peek in tiny holes of the clouds. After earning quite an amount of points through busking, the girl returned home -- a ruined infrastructure filled with street children. She distributed points to each of them, in which after, they ran, with gratitude and excitement, they ran to purchase their needs.

She smiled as they run away. And the smile faded when she heard a noise.

A child crying. She went to the little kid.

"Cicilli? Cicilli, what's wrong?"

The little kid continued to cry.

"I feel... I feel sad." The little kid said before she fainted. She was burning sick.

She carried her to the hospital nearby. The doctor checked her up, tied her, and told her that Cicilli might have caught the dark plague. It was very alarming.

"If anyone is infected by the dark river, the dark plague causes the following symptoms; at first, sadness, depressive thoughts, fear, and then insanity, and extreme hatred. Physicalizing, upon the next few hours, the skin will start to rot. They will bleed, drool excessively, and they will feel hunger, extreme hunger. They will eat food and not be satisfied. Until they eat flesh, their own and of others. The virus will then spread." Explained the doctor.

"We have to cut the parts that were infected. We have to cut her hand. If not, we'll go with euthanasia." The doctor added.

"How much... for her to live?" The girl asked as if she can afford.

"The operation costs 10000 points. That's already discounted." The doctor answered worrying.

"Do it. I'll come back with points." The girl said.

Believing the impossible, she agreed to pay for the operation and decided to go out and busk again.

After several plays she haven’t reached even close 10000...

“You need that much of points? Try to go to the Royal Voyager, maybe you’ll loot enough from the upper ranks.” A stranger suggested. And she went her way to the big mansion ship. She sneaked in to the lobby of the luxurious venue. She walked to the huge dining hall were higher ranks gathered. She opened her ERHI and began to play. The people laughed at her at first but then... something about the music changed the way they feel. They became so drawn to it that they started seeing images and memories.

And right there, Kingsbirth was watching.

After the song, Kingsbirth, as if heard an angel, walked towards her astonished and gave her the points she needs.

"My darling, little sweet darling, would you like to live in royalty? You are divine! You are a goddess!" Kingsbirth exclaimed.

"My friend is in a hospital right now and I need to go. Thank you, Kingsbirth. You have a good heart." She responded politely.

Then she hurriedly ran to the hospital. After an exhausting race, she got to Cicilli's bed and saw the kid lying pale, her skin rotted.

"She has ascended to the sky.” said the doctor. And the girl cried non-stop on the floor. She cried for two things; she cried for being low ranked; and she cried because despite having the points now, she is powerless to change the situation.

The doctor, crushed in sympathy, embraced her, like a mother.

"My name is Doctor Mishuno. Do you have anyone coming?" She asked.

"None." She answered.

"It's okay. You can stay with us. We will keep you." The doctor said.

At the height of the moment, a young boy, her son, called to her and saw the young girl.

"She's... she's that girl at the park! I saw her, Mishuno, she's the singer!" The boy claimed.

"Ah... this boy, he's my son, Clio." Said the doctor.

"Clio." The girl repeated. "I'm going home".

And the girl walked her way out. She returned to the ruined infrastructure, but nobody’s there anymore.

It rained. She sat on the sidewalk waiting for everybody, soaking. Then an umbrella appeared above her, preventing the water to soak her anymore. There was Clio.

"Hey, sorry I followed you here! Mishuno said your friend ascended.... and you don't have to pay anymore." In quite a long silence, the young girl didn't say anything, instead, she sang.

“Your voice resonates like thunder." The young boy said.

"They're gone... all of them. I think they're not coming back." Said the girl.

Then a luxurious vehicle stopped by them. Kingsbirth goes out.

“Come with me.” Kingsbirth invites the young girl, whom he knew was homeless.

"Hey, is that Kingsbirth, the theurgist oldman?!" Clio asked.

"Hold on, little boy. Let me talk to my little lady." Kingsbirth excused the girl to an isolated talk. He persuaded her by claiming that she has a divine purpose and that purpose is to go with him and start a new life. Clio wondered what was happening.

“Go home.” The girl said to Clio. Then she went inside the vehicle without looking back.

She left with Kingsbirth, seeking a better life.

Clio walks home alone. He encountered a strange man begging for food. When he couldn't give him any, the man bit him.

NEXT EPISODE:

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thisspaceintentionallyleftblank · 6 years ago

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Try, Try Again (pt. 6)

Good news! I’m finally done being murdered by schoolwork and can actually post stuff again! I’ve got a few good ideas for other stuff, but in the meanwhile, here’s some more fanfic :p

Chapter 6 (4537 words)

The first rays of sunlight trickled over the horizon, streaking the sky with the same orange glow as the desert sands below. Disturbed by the light, Rex sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Commotion had already begun in the street below, and he could see more than a few early birds up and about their morning errands.

With a deep yawn, Rex stretched, arching his arms above himself and working out the stiffness left in his spine from having slept on the hard floor. As he did, he felt the tell-tale buzz of Emmet’s cell phone vibrating in his pocket. Curious, he pulled the device out, inspecting the bright screen.

hey emmet, a new text notification read. b@man moved the meeting to his place

again

we can still head over together tho

meet u @ larry’s?

Rex grimaced as he thumbed through the messages. If he was the sort of guy that felt regrets, he would definitely regret having told Lucy yesterday that we would meet up with her this morning. But, obviously, he had no such regrets. If any cowardly portion of his mind was shying away from the idea of seeing her and the others again, of being treated like some goody-two-shoes again, then Rex would just have to ignore that part until it shut up and went away.

Unfortunately, it was starting to look like that part of himself wasn’t planning on shutting up anytime soon.

Pulling his knees up to his chest, Rex rested his chin on top of them and tried to reason with himself. Meeting with Lucy was a strategic decision; it was as important to his disguise as the construction worker outfit and the yellow paint on his face. If he truly wanted to keep up his facade, that meant continuing to be Lucy’s Special Best Friend.

Of course, Rex thought, scowling to himself. I might not have to pretend forever.

Once Emmet was done with his training, once he was Rex as well, the odds were high that he’d see Lucy and the others the same way Rex currently did. Therefore, if Rex were to break things off with Lucy, it would likely benefit himself in the long run.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

A tinny, beeping noise emanated from Rex’s pocket, shaking him out of his thoughts. He reached for his cell phone again, only to realize that the device was still resting inertly in his palm. Tucking the phone back into his pocket, he pulled out the sleek black radio that he had taken from the Rexcelsior. The device continued to beep and blink at him, indicating an incoming call.

“Emmet?” Rex asked hesitantly, as he pressed the button on the side of the device.

“Rex!” Emmet’s voice came through the speaker clearly. “You’re there! How are you?”

“Uh,” Rex paused, casting a look down towards the people meandering in the streets below. “I’m super awesome, little buddy. How are you holding up?”

“I’m awesome too! I’ve been doing a lot of push ups, though. Snake says they’re the toughest form of exercise.”

“Yeah,” Rex chuckled. “That sounds like her. Have you all started your mission then?”

“Yep!” Emmet squealed loudly enough to elicit a sharp shriek of feedback from the radio. “The mission is going really well! I was all like, ‘Oh my gosh, why did I think I could do this? We’re all going to die out here!’. But then, we totally didn’t!”

Rex smiled, listening to Emmet regale him with the entire story of his adventure - sound effects included. He tried to pay attention, but couldn’t help but get distracted by the small part of himself was was quietly thrilled at how far Emmet had already come.

He had been hesitant to send Emmet through the glastroid field so early in the training process, especially considering Rex’s personal history with the area, but he had faith in Emmet and his raptors.

Clearly, his faith had paid off.

Clearly, the plan was working.

Rex had let himself get distracted. His goal wasn’t to have a good time in Apocalypseburg. It was to keep an eye on Lucy and make sure that neither she nor anyone else interfered with Emmet’s training. He had let his emotions run wild and, if he continued to do so, then he would never be able to complete his half of the plan. He would fail to protect the one person he cared about.

Emmet was still chattering in his ear, but Rex had long stopped listening. He just had to stay focused on playing his part. If he didn’t - if Lucy and the others undid all of Emmet’s training as soon as he got back, like had happened before when Lucy found them in Undar - then Rex would have to start all over, again.

Yesterday had proven that this was going to be an uphill battle, but Rex had been in situations far, far more hopeless before. He was prepared to tough it out.

“Rex?” Emmet’s inquisitive tone grabbed Rex’s attention.

“Uh,” Rex’s brow furrowed as he tried in vain to recall what Emmet had just been saying. “What is it, buddy?”

“I have to go now. We’re having a mission briefing, and they need their captain.” Emmet couldn’t help but giggle at the thought of that title applying to him.

“Alright kid, keep up the good work.” Rex held the radio in his hand, listening to it spit static for a moment before falling silent as he finally released the side-button. Slipping the device back into his pocket, he pushed himself to his feet and started pacing.

He had to do something to show everyone that he meant business, but what?

His hair was still messy from last night, which was a good start. With a practiced motion, Rex brushed the disheveled mess into his signature hair style.

Next, he clutched at the fabric of his shirt sleeve. Ripping them off would look pretty tough, as they were currently hiding his sick muscles from an unsuspecting world, but would such a drastic change strike the others as particularly un-Emmet-like? Uncertain, Rex settled for sloppily rolling the sleeves halfway up his arms.

Satisfied, he took off down the statue, heading into the city. It had been years since he had walked to Larry’s coffee shop, and yet his feet carried him there as easily as if he’d gone only yesterday.

As he entered, Larry turned and met him with an achingly familiar derisive scowl. As Rex scanned the crowd, the other patrons all shot equally scornful stares in his direction. Unperturbed by their reactions, Rex found himself with a more pressing concern.

Lucy wasn’t here.

With a frown, he pulled out his phone to double-check the messages she had sent. As the screen blinked to life, Rex suddenly realized his mistake.

He was late.

He was really, really late.

He had been so distracted during Emmet’s call earlier, he had completely lost track of time. Lucy must have left already. The meeting with their Master Builder friends had likely already started as well.

Rex hissed a word under his breath - one which cannot in good conscious be included in a PG story - and bolted back out the door.

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

Approximately ten minutes later, Rex hauled himself up the stairs in front of the former Wayne Manor and, with a grunt of exertion, rapped on the front door with the intricate and incredibly heavy, bat-shaped knocker. A moment past before Batman’s butler swung the door open.

“Master Emmet,” he said with a slight bow. “Please follow me to the drawing room.”

With a nod, Rex stepped through the doorway and proceeded to follow Alfred through the maze-like halls of the cavernous mansion. As they approached a particularly tall, stately looking door, the sounds of muffled voices grew louder and louder.

“Through here sir,” Alfred gestured towards the door before turning neatly on his heel and walking off in the direction they had come from.

Rex watched him leave. Once the butler was out of sight, he turned back to the door, pressing an ear against the cold wood and listening intently to the conversation on the other side.

“I don’t understand why you all voted against the giant steel dome.” Batman’s characteristic deep growl was difficult to make out. “It’s clearly the best and coolest option.”

“Batman,” Lucy responded, her voice strained with exasperation. “I am not going to explain again why blocking out the sun is a bad idea.”

“Sunlight is overrated.”

They’re arguing over how to prevent another alien attack, Rex thought, chuckling to himself. No one in that room had any idea how very relevant those concerns would become before the week was out.

“Maybe we should go over the blockade idea again.” Benny interjected.

“Yar, I be agreeing most with that sentiment.” Metalbeard’s loud voice was unmistakable. “Blockading yon Stairgate is quite clearly a better idea than anything this be-caped fool has suggested.”

Rex grimaced. Space was awful big, but if they started poking around the Stairgate then Emmet and the Rexcelsior could be in trouble. He needed to convince them to drop the idea, but as things currently stood, they would likely ignore whatever suggestions he made. However, if he could just show them how tough he was, then they’d have to take his advice. Determined, he pushed the door open.

“Hey guys, sorry I’m late.” Rex stepped into the room, watching as everyone’s heads swiveled at the the sound of his voice.

“Emmet!” Lucy exclaimed. “I, uh, I thought maybe you just weren’t coming today.”

“Nah,” Rex waved a hand dismissively. “I wouldn’t miss something as important as this.” With a grin and a cocky laugh, he pulled out a chair and flopped into the seat. “After all,” he continued smugly. “You guys clearly need my help.”

The other figures around the table exchanged confused glances.

“Right,” Batman huffed. “We heard you’re tough now, or whatever.” He was seated at the end of the long table, opposite from Rex and directly underneath a large oil painting of himself, whose expression of disbelief perfectly matched his own. At the sound of his voice, Rex bristled involuntarily.

“Well,” Rex forced himself to continue smiling cheerfully. “I’m certainly getting there!”

“Emmet,” Lucy, seated to his left, interrupted. “Are you wearing your hair differently?”

“Oh,” Rex reached up towards his hair absentmindedly. “Yeah, I thought it looked tougher this way.”

“That it does, matey.” Metalbeard piped up. Benny, sitting beside him, nodded in agreement.

“I like it,” Lucy added. “It kind of suits you.”

Rex’s grin softened into something genuine.

“Uhhh…” Batman tilted back in his chair until he was almost parallel with the floor. “Newsflash, but changing your hair doesn’t automatically make you tough, bro.”

“Yeah,” Lucy laughed nervously. “Of- of course it doesn’t… Um, for a totally unrelated reason, I have to leave right now.” Hastily, she stood up, pushing herself away from the table and exiting the room in the direction of the bathroom.

Rex watched her leave, his expression growing taut. “That’s not the only thing that’s changed, you know.”.

“No, yeah, totally,” Batman responded facetiously. “I did notice the whole… sleeve thing you’ve got going on, and that’s just super tough.” He paused briefly. “Also, you can’t tell, but I’m totally rolling my eyes right now.”

Rex felt his fists clench at his sides. Deliberately, he forced himself to take deep breaths.

“Maybe someday,” Batman continued, “you might even be tough enough to patrol the wasteland all on your own. Of course, maybe not, considering that I’m the only one currently tough enough to do that.”

Rex laughed, a burst of manic energy erupting from him. “Well, maybe someday!”

“Well,” Batman scowled, “maybe not.”

“But maybe!”

“But maybe not.”

“I am very uncomfortable with the atmosphere we’ve created in this room.” Benny said, mostly to himself, as no one happened to be listening to him.

Beside him, Metalbeard scoffed. With a cacophony of metallic squeaks and squeals, he maneuvered his prosthetic body such that it leaned over the table conspiratorially.

“I dunno why the two of ye be bothering to argue about toughness,” he mused, “when neither of ye be tough enough to seek out Lord Business’s lost treasure vault.”

Rex gaped at him. “Lost treasure vault?”

“Of course!” Metalbeard clambered onto the table, posing dramatically in the center. “When me crew and I first infiltrated that landlubber’s treacherous office tower, we stumbled across a vast chamber housing his most powerful relics - mysterious and terrible things, the lot ‘em.”

“His relic room?” Rex frowned. “But, we've been there before.”

“We found but one room of many,” Metalbeard insisted. “The powerful relics, the dangerous relics, be kept much, much deeper in yon tower.”

“Rumor has it,” he continued, “that some poor fool tried to find this vault, claiming that the relics belonged in a museum, only to instead find himself flattened by none other than the dreaded Orb of Tee-ti-lus!”

Benny gasped. “That’s horrible!”

“Aye,” Metalbeard assented. “That’s why I'll be sure to avoid his careless mistakes once I get me body working again and can seek out this treasure on me own.”

Batman said something about that, but Rex didn't hear it over the sound of gears turning inside his head. If he could find Lord Business’s vault, break in, and steal a relic, then these idiots would have no choice but acknowledge how tough he truly was.

“I can do it,” he said to no one is particular, before pushing out his chair and briskly walking out of the room.

“Uh,” Metalbeard watched him leave, his mouth agape.

“Well, that's… not good.” Batman stared at the closing door.

“Let's get Lucy?” Benny asked.

Batman nodded. “Let's get Lucy.”

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

“I can't believe you guys would just let him run off like that!” Lucy, sat in the passenger seat of another of Batman's cars, twisted herself to glare backwards towards the other passengers, who for the most part, had the decently to look properly chastised. As they sped across across the rough terrain, the vehicle jostled violently underneath them, forcing Lucy to hold tight to her armrests in order to maintain her position and fierce scowl.

“Has he not undergone a be-toughening, though?” Metalbeard asked from where he'd been crammed into the backseat. “Is he not tougher now?”

“He's a little tougher, but…” Her scowl softened, revealing a fraction of the worry she really felt. “Come on guys, this is still Emmet we're talking about. Do you really think one day is going to make much of a difference if five years didn't?”

“I hope he's okay.” Benny mumbled, squashed somewhere underneath Metalbeard.

“You guys worry too much,” Batman interjected. “We're all, like, superheros. Obvis, we'll save him.”

He reached over towards the dashboard, cranking up the music in order to drown out the others’ voices. If any of them noticed how his own grip on the steering wheel was deathly tight or how concern was etched into the brow of his cowl, they didn't mention it.

Outside of the car, the wasteland rushed by. Recognizing their need for speed, the group had elected to take the Bat Racer - the fastest custom vehicle in Batman's arsenal. The twin rocket engines on the back were howling furiously, propelling them nearly fast enough to turn the sand to glass underneath them.

In the distance, surrounded by the remnants of other fractured buildings, the imposing silhouette of Octan Tower grew steadily closer. Despite having been ravaged by aliens for years, it was still the tallest building in what remained of Bricksburg. As such, it was not particularly hard to find.

Upon arriving at the base of the tower and clamoring out of the car, Lucy and the others surveyed the area around the building, searching for any signs of Emmet.

“Emmet!” Lucy shouted, cupping her hands around her mouth. “Emmet, are you out here?” She paced nervously in front of the main entrance, worry gnawing at her gut.

“Avast!” Metalbeard exclaimed from around the corner of the building. At the sound of his voice, Lucy ran over to see him gesturing toward the twisted remains of some kind of motorcycle.

“Is that Emmet’s?” Benny asked, floating closer towards the wreck.

“Yar, most likely,” Metalbeard nodded. “The engine still be hot.”

Lucy felt dizzy. “But if this is here, then where is Emmet?”

“Look,” Batman said, pointing towards the building. “There are tire tracks on the windows.”

“You be thinking he done rode up vertically?” Metalbeard asked, stroking his chin thoughtfully with a metallic claw.

Tracing the tracks upwards, they could see a freshly broken away section of the building - a gaping hole in the glass with fragments of debris still flaking off and falling away.

“Okay,” Lucy said, breaking the tense silence. “Odds are that Emmet went in there. How can we-”

“On it,” Batman interrupted, lunging towards the Racer. With a trained Master Builder hand, he quickly stripped the vehicle apart, reassembling it into a sleek plane. “All aboard,” he barked, leaping into the cockpit. The other three followed him in, and with a tremendous roar the jet took off, streaking up the side of the skyscraper.

Elegantly, Batman piloted the jet through the hole in the side of the building, landing it in a clear enough spot for everyone to disembark.

Climbing out of the plane, they took a moment to look around. The room they were in was an utter disaster zone. Fragments of debris, miscellaneous office supplies, and the occasional robotic limb were littered around the room. A number of desks had been tipped over, and now laid on their side, surrounded by broken chunks of computer monitors and piles of official looking paperwork. In one corner, a beaten-up copier sat by itself, intermittently spitting out blank papers.

Lucy moved away from the plane, shards of glass and wall crunching under her feet as she maneuvered around the larger pieces of debris. On her left, the room opened up into a narrow hallway. Above the entrance, a laminated sign read “Super-Ultra Top Secret Relics This Way”. Hanging slightly below it, a second sign read “Enter at Your Own Risk”.

Peering into the corridor, Lucy’s view was illuminated by the subtle red glow of laser grids. Beyond them, she could just barely see the rotating head of a sentry turret. Beyond that, there was only darkness and deeply concerning noises.

Unsettled, she turned away from the hallway, shifting her focus towards another worrisome aspect of the room - a giant hole that had been blasted out of the neighboring wall.

“Jeez,” Lucy breathed, stepping closer. “What could have caused that?”

On cue, Rex appeared in the mouth of the hole, holding some kind of large gray tube in his hands.

“Huh,” he looked at the others in surprise before smiling cheerfully. “Uh, hey guys. What’s up?”

“Emmet!” Lucy cried out as she ran up to him. She stopped just short of embracing him to cast a quizzical glance towards the object he held in his arms. “Uh…” She gestured vaguely towards the tube. “What exactly is that?”

“It be a powerful relic,” Metalbeard exclaimed in astonishment, striding towards Rex in order to examine the object more thoroughly.

“Really?” Benny floated closer as well. “But, uh, what actually is it?”

“Unless I be mistaken,” Metalbeard said reverently. “This be the Tape-estry of Ducks!”

Rex frowned. “That’s a stupid name. It doesn’t even have any ducks on it.”

“Me thinks it be a metaphor.” Metalbeard shrugged. “Regardless, legend says that anything ye stick onto its surface will remain stuck for all eternity!”

Lucy gasped. “Emmet! Are you sure you should you be holding that?”

“Relax Lucy,” Rex laughed. “I’ve got it covered.” Holding the tape up, he explained. “Only one side was sticky, so I just rolled it up a little. That way I only have to touch the safe side.”

“Ooh…” Benny nodded appreciably. “That’s super clever, Emmet.”

“Yeah, that’s cool or whatever,” Batman muttered. “Totally what I would have done, you know.”

“Wow Emmet,” Lucy pressed a hand to her temple, shaking her head in amazement. “You actually pulled it off. I’m…” She looked up at him, an apologetic smile playing on her lips. “I’m sorry I doubted you.”

Rex shrugged, struggling to keep his expression cavalier. “It, uh, it wasn't that big of a deal.”

"Not a big deal!?” Metalbeard exclaimed. “Mayhaps you hit your head, matey.” Plucking the relic from Rex’s hands, he carefully turned it over in his hands to admire it. “Any pirate worth their salt knows that whenever ye be laying your hands on some treasure, it be cause for a celebratory shindig!”

“Yeah!” Benny reached over, clapping Rex on the shoulder. “We haven’t had a party in ages, maybe it’ll be fun!”

Rex smiled as his friends started chattering away, eagerly planning a party. The expression sat easily on his face. This kind of reaction was much closer to what he’d been expecting. It almost felt nice, just being with his friends again.

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

Rex was loath to admit it, but the party turned out pretty cool. The music was intense and loud, the floor was already sticky with spilled drinks, and the whole place stank of sweat and body spray. It wasn't necessarily a fun party, but it was definitely a cool one.

Given the number of people attending, they'd been forced to use the Bat Fortress, as it was the largest available space in Apocalypseburg. However, considering Batman's infatuation with high-end speakers, as well as his recent installation of a snazzy new lighting rig, the fortress was actually a top notch choice for a party venue.

Despite its enormity however, the place still managed to feel claustrophobic. Swarms of people, crushingly close to each other, moved across the dance floor in seemingly random patterns.

In the center of the giant room, raised on a makeshift pedestal, was the relic. The Tape-estry was still rolled up for safety, a wise decision considering that a number of fights had already broken out on the dance floor.

Above all the ruckus, smaller groups sat on the suspended catwalks, talking amongst themselves and generally seeming above it all. Among them sat Lucy, another passive observer of the chaos below.

Batman, the self-appointed DJ, put on another song. It was something loud and angry sounding, comprised of shouted vocals and industrial noise. It wasn't one that Rex had heard before, but he found himself enjoying it as he started making his way over to where Lucy was perched.

As he pushed through the crowd, people kept slapping him on the back, congratulating him and shouting banal phrases about how they'd always known he had it in him, or whatever. That bitter sense of resentment still simmered in his gut, but Rex couldn't deny that, at the same time, something like pride was slowly joining it. He'd finally gotten everyone to see him, see how tough he could be, see the person he was underneath Emmet's saccharine schtick.

There was one person that needed to see the new Emmet more than anyone else, one person that could undo all his hard work if she didn't. Lucy's opinion of Emmet could make or break Rex's entire plan.

It was for that reason, and that reason only, that Rex clambered up to her place on the catwalk.

"Pretty rad party, right?" He shouted as he approached.

"Yeah," Lucy turned at the sound of his voice. "It's uh, it's great, Emmet. Listen, I, uh..."

Her voice trailed off. Rex sat down beside her, watching her expression shift and grow thoughtful.

"I just..." Lucy scooted closer to him, pulling Rex into her arms. "I'm really glad that you're safe."

Stupefied, Rex wrapped his arms around her in return, pressing his palms against her jacket's velvety back.

"I'm proud of you." Her voice was barely above a whisper, but it didn't need to be any louder. Rex felt the words more than he heard them. He clutched at her like a drowning man, squeezing her tight against himself. The strains of discordant music faded into the background. He couldn't think of anything; for a moment, everything was just soft and warm and perfect.

Lucy patted him on the back, and instinctively he let go. It had been a sort of signal that the two had developed when it became clear that Emmet liked hugs a lot more than Lucy did. It wasn't to say that she didn't enjoy them, just that Emmet tended to hug longer than she was comfortable with.

Rex leaned back, out of her space. She was still smiling up at him, and distantly, Rex could feel a dopey grin mirrored on his own face.

She reached out to take his hand, slipping her fingers in between his own.

"I love you, Emmet."

"I love you t-"

Rex cut himself off with a sharp inhale, the sudden breath causing him to cough profusely.

"I just- I need a drink." Quickly, before she could protest, Rex shoved himself off the platform, dropping into the crowd below.

He didn't run to the drink table, electing instead to turn and race out a side door, out into the chill

evening. The brisk air felt nice, as his skin suddenly seemed entirely too hot and clammy. From behind him, he could hear Lucy's voice asking the other partygoers if they'd seen where he'd gone.

Rex snorted. Of course she was looking for him. Now that he was tough, she and the others actually wanted him around.

This was proof that Rex was doing the right thing. It was proof that Emmet had to change so that his friends wouldn't abandon him.

It was proof that Rex should have just listened when his friends had tried to toughen him up all those years ago.

It was proof that if he had just been tough, then they wouldn't have left him there.

Rex slumped down against the wall and pulled his knees up to his chest. He hadn't listened back then. He'd chosen to cling to childish naivety, chosen to do things the hard way. A cold but familiar voice in the back of his head whispered how, in the end, it had really been his own fault that he'd spent so long in Undar.

This was his own mistake to fix. But, it was at least a mistake that he knew how to fix. In less than a week now, he would finally be successful. When Emmet returned, toughened up and accepted by his friends, the mistakes of the past would disappear.

He would never admit it, but Rex was afraid of not existing. It was an uncomfortable idea to consider. Of course, as he routinely reminded himself, it wasn't like dying. He- Rex would still exist, just with a different backstory, a different set of memories.

In the end, that's what he wanted. After all, the only way for him to move on, to get over Undar, was to make sure that it never happened in the first place. Losing those memories would fix him. It would fix everything. It had to.

Until then, he just had to stick to the plan.

#lego movie 2 #tlm2 #rex dangervest #emmet brickowski #lucy tlm #wyldstyle #tbh I probably could have broken this into two chapters #but ITS DONE #so IM POSTING IT

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Bless the Broken Road - 10

“Hey, Jack! How are you doing?” Jane asked when Jack picked up the phone.

“I’m doing good,” he replied.

“How are things with Ashley?”

“Great. She’s amazing and we’re having fun.”

“That’s awesome. I’m glad to hear that. So listen, Rossi, one of the members of my team is throwing a party for the 4th. I was wondering if you and Ashley would want to come?”

“That sounds like fun! I’ll have to double check with Ashley and make sure she didn’t already have something else in mind, but I’d love to come!”

“Great! I’ll text you the details.”

~~~

“You know you really didn’t need to bring anything. I’m pretty sure Rossi has all the food we can eat covered,” Spencer told Jane, glancing at the bowl of fruit salad she had resting in her lap as they drove over to Rossi’s place.

“Yeah, but I thought it would be polite to bring something.”

A few minutes later, they pulled into the driveway and parked. They went around the house to the backyard gate as directed and were greeted by Garcia.

“Happy 4th you guys!” she cheered. “Ooo Jane! I love your dress! It’s so beautiful!”

“Oh, thank you, Pen!” Jane replied, giving her dress a little twirl. She had dressed for the occasion; red, white, and blue.

“And I see you convinced Reid to wear some festive attire as well.” You had bought the classic flag tee from Old Navy for Spencer to wear today. “You both look great, my power couple!”

“Reid, Addison! Welcome!” Rossi greeted them as he walked over to them.

“Thank you. You have a lovely house!” Jane told him.

“Uh uh uh,” he said, putting his pointer finger in the air. “I don’t have a house. I have a mansion.”

Jane failed to suppress a laugh. “Right, ok. My bad, I’m sorry.”

“Shall we join the rest of the party?” Rossi suggested.

The other three nodded and followed him over to the patio. The rest of the team was already there.

As they approached, a little boy with blonde hair came running up to Spencer.

“Hi! It’s so good to see you!” Spencer greeted the child, scooping him up into his arms. He smiled and turned to Jane. “This is Jane.”

“You must be Henry,” Jane spoke, giving a little wave at the boy.

“Henry, can you say hi?”

Henry reached a hand out to Jane. “Pretty.” Everyone around them laughed and JJ and Garcia let out an “aww”.

Morgan called out, "You better watch out, pretty boy. Looks like you've got some competition!"

“Where’s Jack and his girlfriend?” JJ asked after they all calmed down from Henry’s cuteness.

“He should be coming soon.” Jane’s phone began to ring and she pulled it out of her purse. “Speaking of Jack. Excuse me.” She walked away from the group a bit to answer the phone call.

“Hey, I believe we’re at the right house, but no one answered the door,” Jack told her.

“Oh, shoot. I forgot to tell you. Come around the right side of the house to the backyard. I’ll meet you at the gate.”

Jane headed back to the gate and arrived just as Jack and Ashley did. She greeted her brother with a big hug.

“It’s so good to see you!”

“Likewise,” Jack smiled back. “Jane, this is my girlfriend Ashley,” he told her, gesturing to the strawberry blonde woman standing next to him.

“Hi! It’s nice to finally meet you. Jack talks about you a lot,” Ashley said.

Jane felt a hand tap her shoulder and then wrap around her waist. Spencer had come over to join them.

“Hey, Jack. It’s good to see you,” he said.

“Ashley, this is my boyfriend, Dr. Spencer Reid. Spence, this is Jack’s girlfriend, Ashley.”

He smiled and nodded at her in greeting.

“Well, come on, let’s go introduce you two to the rest of my team!”

After introductions were made, everyone sat down to eat dinner.

“So how did you two meet?” JJ asked Jack and Ashley, making conversation during the meal.

Jack looked over at Ashley then back to JJ. “Ashley moved in on the floor above mine. I ran into her as she was moving in.”

“And he means that literally. He about knocked me over,” Ashley chimed in.

“Yeah, I was looking at my phone and not paying attention to where I was going.”

Everyone chuckled a bit.

“So what do you do for a living, Ashley?” Jane asked.

“I’m a nurse at the hospital.”

“That’s great!”

The team continued to talk and eat and hang out. When the sky started to get darker, they broke out the fireworks. Jane and Spencer lit some sparklers and played around with Henry and Jack (Hotchner).

When it got to be later, Jack and Ashely decided to leave, as they had to drive back to Richmond. Shortly after they left, the rest of the party guests decided to call it a night as well.

“Man, I’m tired!” Jane exclaimed as she got in the car and stretched her arms.

“Do you want to just stay at my place tonight?” Spencer asked.

“Sure, sounds like a plan.”

~~~~~

A few days later, Jane sat at her desk in the bullpen, working on paperwork.

Anderson came up to her and handed her an envelope. “This was dropped off for you.”

Jane frowned as she examined it. It didn’t have a return address on it. She opened it to find a note inside.

WATCH YOUR BACK

Jane looked back up at Anderson. “Who gave this to you?”

He shrugged and shook his head. “It came with the daily mail.”

“Alright, thank you, Anderson.” He nodded and walked away.

Jane stuffed the note in her desk drawer and headed to the break room to grab some coffee.

Meanwhile, Reid returned to his desk from asking Morgan a question about the file he was working on. He found a note sitting on top of his paperwork.

Your smile is gorgeous.

He grinned and looked up to see Jane heading to the break room. He grabbed his nearly empty coffee cup and went to join her.

“For the record, I think your smile is absolutely stunning,” he told her as he entered the room.

She turned to look at him and smiled, slightly confused as to where the compliment had come from. “Thank you.”

Garcia popped her head in. “We have a case, my lovelies.”

They followed her out of the break room and to the roundtable. Once the rest of the team joined them, Garcia began the briefing.

“Four women in Fredericksburg, Virginia have been killed via multiple stabs to the chest. Now there’s another woman missing.”

“Stabbing these women that many times. That’s overkill,” Morgan stated.

“It also means these crimes are personal,” Rossi added.

“How are these women connected? I mean, how do we know it’s the same UNSUB?” JJ questioned.

“I’m glad you asked,” Garcia said. “The first four weren’t abducted and brought to another location. They were all killed on the spot. All are around the same age and were attacked at night.”

“And it’s possible the UNSUB couldn’t silence the new missing woman fast enough and was forced to take her with instead of killing her right away like the others,” Jane suggested.

“Since the case is so close, we’ll just drive there,” Hotch told them. “When we get there, Morgan and Addison go to the crime scene of the 4th victim, Reid and JJ go talk with the missing girl’s parents and boyfriend, Rossi and I will go speak with the coroner.”

Morgan and Addison headed to the parking lot of a bar where the 4th victim was stabbed.

“So the victim probably came out here alone at night. The UNSUB could’ve been watching from behind a car and jumped out to grab her and stab her before she could scream,” Addison thought aloud.

“TOD was around midnight,” Morgan said, looking at the file on this phone. “So I’m the UNSUB. I crouch behind a car and watch for the girl to come out alone, waiting for the perfect time to attack.”

“But we said these were personal crimes. So the UNSUB must have known she’d be at this bar. What, did he just hope that she’d come out alone?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know.”

The team gathered at the local station and relayed back what they had learned.

“All four bodies had fabric in the mouth, most likely from a glove the UNSUB was wearing while keeping them from screaming. That also means there’s no DNA from the UNSUB on the bodies,” Rossi told them.

“Our missing girl, Hollie Turner, was reported missing shortly after midnight. She was out on a date with her boyfriend at a late showing of a movie. He had to go to the bathroom and she went to go wait in the car. He came out to find her purse spilled over the ground and no sign of her,” JJ said. “Security footage showed nothing. It was too dark,” Reid added.

“All of the time of deaths are around midnight, so that makes sense that she was taken around then,” Jane stated.

“So the UNSUB attacks from behind and covers their mouths with a gloved hand to quiet them, then stabs them,” Morgan summed up. “But the missing girl must’ve fought back and freed her mouth so she could scream and the UNSUB had no choice but to take her with to finish off later.”

”What do we know about victimology?” Hotch asked the team.

”Caucasian females in their mid-20s. Other than that, there’s no common link. Hair and eye colors vary as do jobs and other life aspects,” Reid answered. ”Excuse me.” The team turned to see a local cop in the entrance of the room. “This was delivered here for the BAU.”

Hotch took the envelope from him and brought it to the center of the group. Jane frowned when she noticed the similarity to the one she had received earlier that day.

He opened the envelope and found a picture of Hollie tied up. Across the top was a message:

SAVE HER ”It looks like she’s in an abandoned building,” JJ said, craning her neck to get a better look at the picture.

”Look right there.” Reid pointed at the corner of the picture. There was a window. Through it, you could read a street sign.

The team immediately moved to the vehicles and headed off to find Hollie. They found her in the same state as she had been in the picture, but the UNSUB was nowhere to be found. Hollie was taken to the hospital to stay overnight just to be safe. Once she was checked out by the doctors, the team got permission to send in Jane and JJ to go talk to her.

”Hollie, we need to ask you some questions about the person who did this to you. Are you up for that?” JJ asked.

The woman nodded.

”What did he look like?” Jane asked.

”I never saw him. I managed to rip his hand off of my mouth, but as soon as I screamed, he hit me over the head and everything went black. I woke up in the building you found me in, blindfolded.”

”Did anything happen to you while you were in that building?” JJ asked.

She shook her head. “No. I wasn’t harmed the whole time I was there.”

”Alright, thank you. Rest up, Hollie.”

The two agents stood and exited the room. ~

With no leads, the team was forced to head back home without closing the case.

”But what about the families of the victims? We can’t just leave them not knowing!” Jane argued when Hotch told them they were going to head back.

”That’s just the way it is sometimes,” he told her. The team drove back to headquarters and then headed home for the night.

Jane agreed to stay over at Spencer’s place again. On the way back and for the rest of the night, she remained quiet.

”Jane, are you alright?” Spencer asked her as they laid in bed.

”I just can’t help thinking that it was way too easy to find her,” she told him, shifting to look at him. “Think of it. No leads and then we get a picture that leads us directly to her, yet the UNSUB left no way of finding him. It’s like he wanted her to be found.”

“Stop thinking about it. There’s nothing more we can do. Let’s just get some rest.”

She sighed and nodded. “You’re right.”

She scooted closer to him and they went to sleep.

The next morning at work, Jane and Reid separated to go to their own desks, both finding envelopes without noticing the other also received one.

Jane opened the envelope and pulled out some photographs. Immediately, she saw that they were photos of her on the last case. A photo of her leading Hollie over to the ambulance was paired with a note reading:

That girl was lucky you saved her.

Another photo had her crossed out with a red marker along with the note:

Too bad the same won’t be said for you.

Jane let out a gasp. She quickly looked around. Fortunately, nobody seemed to have heard her. Grabbing her mail from today and yesterday, she glanced over at Reid before making her way to Hotch’s office.

“Do you have a minute?” she asked him after she knocked on the door.

“Of course. Please, come in,” Hotch welcomed her, gesturing to the seat across from his desk.

She obliged and handed him her mail. “I received this note yesterday and these pictures just a few minutes ago. Anderson tells me they came with the regular mail and they don’t have any return addresses on them so there’s no way to track where they came from.”

Hotch picked up the notes and pictures and examined them as she spoke. His brow furrowed in concern.

“Maybe it’s a joke, or nothing, I don’t know,” Jane said, unsure.

“No,” Hotch countered. “You were right to come to me. Have these sent to trace to see if whoever sent them left any fingerprints or anything.” Jane nodded. “Until we figure this out, I don’t want you to be alone.”

“I can stay with Spencer,” she said, agreeing.

“Good.”

“Can we keep this quiet for now? I don’t want people to worry,” she asked.

Hotch agreed and she exited his office.

Back at his desk, Reid opened his own mail to find a note:

Your intelligence is so sexy.

His eyes widened and he cleared his throat, surprised by the forwardness of the message. Jane usually never talked like that. He looked up when he noticed Jane coming out of Hotch’s office.

“Are you alright?” he asked, concerned.

She faked a smile and nodded, heading over to his desk. “Yeah, I’m good. Do you think I can stay at your apartment for a while?”

His eyes narrowed momentarily in confusion but agreed. “Of course. You know you’re always welcome there.”

~~~

The lab was unable to find any trace of the sender on the notes or pictures. Over time, Jane continued to receive more notes and pictures:

A picture of her and Spencer walking to the door of his apartment complex.

Smart of you not to go anywhere alone.

A picture of her and Spencer in the window seat of a coffee shop.

I’m still watching you.

A note without a picture:

Be careful who you trust.

Eventually, it got to a point where Jane refused to go anywhere other than work and Spencer’s apartment. Whenever Spencer questioned her as to why she didn’t want to go out, she’d just claim she wanted to stay in and be homebodies.

More notes came to Spencer as well.

The things I’d do to you if I got you alone.

That lip bite is such a turn on.

I want to devour you.

I want you now.

Eventually, Spencer couldn’t take it anymore and decided to confront Jane about the notes, convinced she was too afraid to say anything to his face and wanted him to make a move.

He pulled her from her desk, asking to talk to her, and led her to an area of the building that was out of sight of the rest of the team.

“Spence, what-”

He cut her off with a rough kiss, pushing her against the wall. She was surprised at first, but kissed back, allowing herself to run her fingers through his hair. Spencer began to trail kisses down her neck.

“Spencer?” she questioned.

He moved his hands to the hem of her shirt and she stopped him, jerking away.

"Look, Jane. I have to admit that all of this is new to me. I've never-erm-done anything with anyone before. But if that's what you want, then I'm willing to try," he told her.

"Spencer, what are you talking about?"

“The little notes that you’ve been sending me,” he explained. “You know, about ‘wanting me’?”

She shook her head. “Spence, I haven’t been sending you any notes.”

He frowned. “What? Then who-”

Jane’s breathing picked up and she quickly grabbed his hand, dragging him back to his desk.

“Gather all of your notes,” she demanded.

“Ok...” he reached into a drawer and grabbed the little pile that was forming of all of the notes he had received.

“That’s all of them?” she asked.

“Yes, Jane, what-”

“Let’s go.”

She guided him to Hotch’s office, entering without knocking.

“Hotch, I think whoever's been sending me notes has been sending notes to Reid too,” she told him in a rush.

"You've gotten letters too?” Reid asked, looking at her. She ignored the question and handed over his notes to Hotch, who took a moment to read them.

“So this isn't just about you. It's about Reid,” Hotch stated. ”Whoever this is wants to get rid of you so they can get to Reid.”

“That's what it looks like,” Jane agreed.

“And there isn't any way to trace these?”

“I've had Garcia check security. The mailman brings the letters every day with the rest of the building's mail. Assuming the sender is a female, she doesn't deliver them herself. She probably drops them off at a post office like any other letter would be,” Jane informed him.

Reid stepped in. “Hold on, will somebody please explain to me what's going on here?”

Jane huffed and turned to him. “Someone's been sending both of us notes and stalking me. It appears mine are threats while yours are more like love notes. Basically, whoever this is is jealous of me and is willing to do anything to get to you.”

"And you didn't think I needed to know about this sooner?” He questioned, raising his voice.

"I didn't want you to worry,” she replied softly.

"Didn't want me to worry? Someone is watching both of us and you two didn't think I needed to know about it? You two kept this from the team?”

"I thought I could handle it,” Jane said.

"Clearly, you can't.”

Jane opened and closed her mouth before leaving the room. She headed back to her desk and found another note:

Talk to your brother lately?

She dropped the note back on her desk, stepping away and shaking her head. “No, not Jack,” she whispered to herself.

Jane grabbed her things and quickly headed out to her car, which had been staying in the parking lot ever since she started staying at Reid’s place.

Reid came out of Hotch’s office and noticed Jane was nowhere in sight. He went over to her desk and found the newest note sitting on top of her paperwork. Immediately, he rushed to grab his things to chase after her. As he was closing his bag, Anderson approached him with another note.

Soon.

Hotch exited his office and went over to Reid, reading the note over his shoulder.

“She left to go see her brother. It’s a trap,” Reid explained.

Hotch nodded and called out to the team, “Everyone, listen up! Drop what you’re doing and get ready to head to the SUVs. We’ll explain on the way.”

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