#please for the love of god stop rage quitting when you're about to lose you look like a sore prick

[caramelldansenu]

splatoon 3 drawings tell me if you see these around

[divinehedons]

you're losing me.

navigation: how reader broke her ankle

pairing: joel miller x fem!reader

word count: ~4.2k words

summary: at one point, you think you've found something with joel. a moment of peace, a fragment of joy. now, you're not so sure.

warnings: this is an explicit fic, minors DO NOT INTERACT! hurt/comfort fic, LOTS of angst i'msosorry, implied age gap (somewhat mentioned here and there), a play on the miscommunication trope with an uncommunicative joel, angsty make up sex, explicit p-in-v sex, oral sex (f receiving), anal sex, aftercare, occurs somewhere after the events of season 1.

a/n: i'm incredibly thankful for all the love this fledgeling little hedonist got from such a community. thank you so so much for reading!

likes, comments, and reblogs much appreciated! please let me know if you have any requests, just shoot an ask and i'm certain to see it!

Life, as you imagined it in the days that came after, was much simpler before you and Joel arrived in Jackson. It was a description you settled on, long after you’ve combed through your mind’s vocabulary, through the haze and vertigo of heartbreak. Easier was simply a lie. Nothing was nice nor easy in those autocracies from the QZs. When you look back to those days, painted only in broad strokes of inhumane bloodshed and secret dealings in the dark, he remains, nevertheless, at the center of the shell of empires you had once deemed eternal. Your gruff, quiet Joel, with bloodstained fists and sharp eyes, always strong to rage battle with the days and emerge victorious.

Perhaps life was easier pre-Jackson because you and Joel never truly defined what you had back then. You lived next door to him. You suggested he hid his contraband with you because, God, why would they ever search there? You still try and figure out when the fucking started. When you stopped sleeping in your bed and started waking up in his. Whenever it was, shortly thereafter, you followed him in his dealings, tried to look for some damn car battery that seemed to excite him so much.

You remember waking up at dawn one morning, drenched in sweat as the shadows receded in your mind, his hand on your shoulder as his eyes searched yours. You don’t remember the nightmare, you remember the panic in his eyes. “You good, darlin’?” You’d nod and watch him open a window. It was autumn, you remembered, and the breeze cooled your burning skin.

“Who’s the guy I’m meeting today?” you tried to ask, sitting up in his bed and watching the way his eyes seemed to look at anywhere but you. You tried to ignore the subtle way his brows furrowed, the grinding of his jaw. “Talk me over the plan again.” When he returned to you, his hands pull you down by your legs, spreading you wide open as his mouth kisses the questions out of your mouth.

“We’re not talkin’ ‘bout business when I can still have you for a few hours, sweetheart.”

So he’d take you, with your neck stinging from razor burn, legs thrown over his shoulders, his shirt which you wore pushed up while he bites your nipples as his hard cock dives into you in one languid thrust, moans reverberating from the both of you at the feeling.

When Joel fucks, he does so with the candour of a greedy child in a candy shoppe. He takes whatever he can get. You still remember the aftermath of when he first fucked you, one that broke a few years of celibacy, according to the man himself. You remembered the teeth marks, the broken skin, burst capillaries, and fingerprints imprinted wherever he felt the need to. He had been bashful, then, muttering about how he didn’t mean to be so rough. You remembered laughing and pressing his fingers to your aching cunt, smiling at him. You were still wet. He hardens there and then.

Even when you were neck deep in each other’s affections, he never quite lost that eagerness. You remembered that morning because you remember gushing against his cock. You remembered it because it was the morning you realised it was never like this with anyone else. Actually, you realised as his hips stutter and the familiar warmth of his spend fills you, since Joel, there had never been anyone else.

Perhaps everything was simpler then, when you look back at it. You’d fuck, wash up, go do your jobs for some rations. Sometimes he’d nod at you from across the street, and you wouldn’t see him again until he knocks on your door at night, taking you by the hand and pulling you into the night. You always stood in his corner, kicking and punching with so much vigor that he’d chuckle and mutter something about the “youth, nowadays”. He’d wash the blood from your hands, wrap you up in bandages, and tell you to not be so reckless next time. You never really listened.

Sometimes, when an exchange ends early, he’ll take you to some empty building, tell you about some renovation of one decade or another. You’d laugh and climb over him, chasing to get a taste of his cock in your mouth. You never addressed the elephant in the room, never asked what you meant to him.

It was the unspoken rule, however, that there was never going to be anything that came between the two of you. By hell or high water. He walked you home every night you did your business, even if he still had things to do. He never forgot to hand you a share of meat whenever it came his way, sometimes finding you wherever you were stationed that day just to slip it in your hands without speaking.

It was the same rule that prevailed when he woke you one night, telling you he’s leaving. You packed a bag, shook hands with the kid he was with, and followed.

No questions asked. Through hell and high water.

–

Somewhere between those days and arriving in Jackson, he does start talking more. You learn about Sarah, the worries he tries not to tell anyone, the pain in his bones.

In easy silences while the kid slept and vulnerability left you both awake, isolation made you complacent, vulnerable. It made you believe something good still existed in this world. It made you believe you and Joel could survive unscathed from the same love that had burnt others.

“Stay with me,��� he whispers in the cradle of darkness, hand on the trigger as he watches you pace back and forth, trying to tire yourself enough. You look at him, blinking momentarily as you try to comprehend as to whether or not you imagined the words from his mouth. “When we get out of here–if we get out of here–promise me you’ll stay with me.”

Of course you will. That was how you ended up in Jackson, too.

Looking back, when you try and trace everything back to a singular point in space and time when the end of all things began, it began when you stand in stunned silence, watching what seemed to be a sanctuary in the midst of mortal damnation. Laughing children, playing, men lifting, hammering, building. People chattering in the street. The tipping point, however, was none of that. The tipping point was Joel recognising his brother from the crowd and embracing him with a smile you had never seen on your face before.

For a moment, you feel guilt— you knew how long Joel had wanted to see Tommy. You knew, too, that this had been everything he had worked towards for. It warms you, to finally know Joel was still human, after all. At least for a moment. Then the uncomfortable thoughts trickle in.

Perhaps, you thought once in a microsecond, perhaps you just weren't enough for him to be that open with you.

Just like that, the isolated bubble from which you had adored, and perhaps (definitely) even loved Joel, dissolves, leaving you exposed, vulnerable, and somewhat alone in a sea of people. You supposed Ellie felt it too, from the way she held on to your arm, worrying you’ll disappear too.

“I’m here, kid,” you murmur as you pretend not to see. “You’re all good.”

Even when your little group left and came back from the Fireflies, even when Joel pulls you out of a burning building and kills men for you, you can’t shake off the feeling. Can’t shake the knowledge that you weren’t as important to him. Not even a little, not even at all. You swallow it whenever he pushes aside your underwear and lets you take his fingers. You ignore that itching feeling when you take him for yourself, seating yourself on his lap and fucking him needingly, kissing him as if his lips were everything you needed, chasing your orgasms with the same greed you had in those early days.

Sometimes, you couldn’t stop it.

“Tell me you want me, Joel,” you whisper, fingers tangled in his hair, tugging, pulling, teeth gnashing.

“‘Course I fuckin’ want you, peach. This fuckin’ cunt is all mine.” He’d flip you over, lay you on your stomach, fucking up into you as your back arches and your eyes roll back in the sweet symphony of skin on skin on skin. “No one else knows how to even make you feel as good as I do.” His fingers would reach down. Thumb and forefinger. Pinching your clit until a squeal escapes you.

“Yours, Joel.” Your gasps, his grunts, the fleeting ache in your chest as these moments become less frequent, turning few and far in between. “Yours, yours, yours.”

–

It all comes to a head one evening, over some stupid argument. Even now, when all is said and done, you can’t seem to remember the trigger that set things off. When you think of that night, only a fragment of the conversation comes to mind.

“The truth is, Joel, I just don’t know what we are,” you had been saying, separating from him like shrapnel. “I used to stupidly think that maybe you wanted me to stay because you were working up some fucking courage to do something about us.” He looks at you wide-eyed, pupils blown. You could hear his thoughts from that distance. Where was all this coming from?

“It never mattered t’you before,” he muttered, leaning against the wooden table as his eyes bore down on you. A beat drops, and he is striding towards you, taking your shoulders in his gruff hands as his tired gaze met yours. ”I don’t understand, why the fuck are you tellin’ me this now?”

I know you don’t. I never asked you to.

For a moment, you struggled in his arms. The feeling of his fingers against your skin was too much. It felt too close, too intimate, too little, and nothing all at once. You whine, trying to avoid his gaze and control your tongue before it is you who eventually did ruin things.

Just tell me. What’s in that head of yours?

“Because you never touch me anymore!” Your small fists, his broad chest, hitting what you could as you finally sob and tear yourself away from me. “I’m glad for you, I really am. But you barely even look at me anymore!” When you did free yourself, your feet take you backwards by a few steps, just enough to see the quirk of his lips at your confession. “But God, it makes me feel so fucking small- like I’ve turned into some nagging bitch, the shrew at home.” You hiccup once, twice. You see him about to speak and you jump in again. “It’s like you found your life and I never had a place in it, so you forgot me.”

The last confession lay on your lips, escaping before you could stop it. “Like I was never enough for you, Joel.”

Your back hits the wall as you look him in the eye, eyes blurred from the onslaught of tears that finally stop you. “I have always stood by your side, I’ve followed you blindly across this fucking wasteland. I never asked for anything, never wanted anything but you, and yet…” You wait for Joel. As you always have. You wait for him to say something. Anything that might finally end your misery. When he doesn’t, you wait for him to do something.

You sigh. “I… I lo-”

“I’ve had enough of this,” he finally says, catching you off-guard as he moves away, grabbing his coat as he shakes his head. “Tommy’s waiting for me.” With that, he leaves. The pit in your stomach swallows you whole, remaining there, in the strange hallways of your memory, as the moment you finally understood the misery that walked hand in hand with love.

–

That was how you ended up with the singular backpack of your things, moving across all of Jackson and putting the entire commune between the two of you, and moving into the small apartment near the shops. You know the jobs he works, asked (almost begged, actually) for Maria to keep her as far away from him as remotely possible. And you did so before he returned from patrolling– some two day affair beyond the gates.

The first night proved impossible. In the darkness, you heard the arms of your watch ticking by as time moves ever so slowly. Without noticing it, you counted the minutes before he and Tommy should be back. You tried not to wonder if he ever thought of you on jobs like this. When all there is to kill is time. Did he ever touch himself in the darkness? Did he ever think of you touching yourself wherever you lay, too? 

Then you remember his dining room. “I’ve had enough of this.” No. You know he wasn’t thinking of you.

You fuck yourself with your fingers until your wrist aches from the effort; and still yet, nothing. You cannot reach the places he does. Your hands too soft to mimic the sensation of his calloused fingers forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you. The sleep that comes, therefore, is uneasy,

You dream of him, lying beside you in the bed you shared back in the QZ, his gruff hum signalling he was awake. “You’re not happy, are you?” he whispers, and you look to him, hands reaching in the darkness.

“Of course not,” you whisper. "I’m in love with you and you don’t even want to see me.”

–

Joel sees the empty house first before he heard the news. It is only in your absence that he finally understood how empty his home was without you.

Without the books on the coffee table. Without the flowers you picked yourself. The bathroom felt barren without your little luxuries– the lotion you had found back on the road, the smell of your shampoo long evaporated from the room. His bed, most of all, felt inhuman without the shape of your frame imprinted on it.

Ellie rushed in when he stood in the living room, looking over in silence. “What the fuck happened, man? I tried to stop her but she was crying, all over the place. I don’t even fucking know how she left the place so pristine the way she was running around-”

“Where is she, kid?”

–

When he finally does see you, you look far worse off than he is. The apartment Maria pointed him to is nice, it’s warm. Bright, even. As if anywhere you go turns into a sanctuary. You’re reading when he sees you. With your back turned to him, you roll your shoulders in a way that tells him you slept wrong. If you even slept at all. The slight tilt in your gait tells him you overworked yourself and your ankle is giving you hell for it.

He leans against the doorway until eventually, he finds the strength to speak. “So you don’t even say goodbye? Some people would think it’s just good manners.” You turn around just enough for him to see the swooping shades of exhaustion beneath your eyes, tinged by the reddening of your nose, your sore eyes. You had just been crying. He could tell, even when no traces of tears are left on your skin.

Now, he waits for you. Attempts to weed out the silence as if it could tell him something. 

“Ellie said you cleaned up. Thanks for that, darlin’.” He sighs, moving closer in an attempt to bridge the gap between the two of you. He doesn’t notice the way you tense, the way you prepare yourself to flee. “I found somethin’ for you, It’s out-”

“Just stop it, Joel.” He looks to you, sees the way the tears bead in your eyes before you look away, rising from your seat as you allow a shaky breath. “You said you had enough and I’m- I wanted to respect that.” He tries to hold you and your arms fly out, pushing him away before he gets too close, shaking your head. “But I can’t do it when you’re always around.”

He calls your name, and it stops you in your tracks. He says it again, and you realize why. He says your name with so much emotion, the teeth-gritting ferocity of the riptide. “It was never you that I had enough of. I can never have enough of you-” When you look at him, his brows furrow, eyes soften, reaching for you, hands on your wrists as he slowly brings you toward him. He calls your name, and for a moment, you feel as you did back in the old days of the small rooms in the QZ. You remember the whistling of the wind between the window shutters, white noise that soothed you to sleep.

His confession comes spilling forth in an uncontrollable gush. “I never wanted to make you go, peach,’ he murmurs, almost incomprehensible, rough hands pulling you against his chest as he finally breathes in that familiar scent of your hair. He smells of snow and pine–the same smell of the soap you bought for him last week. “I don’t know how to do this… to feel–” His thumbs cup your cheek as your gaze returns to his own tear-filled face. “Losing you is like cutting my fingers off, sweetheart, I can’t bear it.”

He kisses you, and you feel the desperation of a man starved. He doesn’t stop, does not want to stop. If this was a dream, he thinks, he’d rather consume you than wake up somewhere without the warmth of your skin on his. You kiss him, too, and it’s nothing like what you had before. When you kiss him in that quiet little apartment, it’s wanton, messy, your tears melting into his own, your whines swallowed and consumed before you can even actuate them. You only break apart when you feel his lips move to your cheek, his beard rubbing against you as you sniffle and tug him closer by the loops of his belt.

Joel continues to speak. In disjointed whispers, murmurings you try and decode. “Always wanted you to stay, darlin’. Always dreamt of you, always-”

“I thought you dreamt of ten-month summers,” you manage to tease between tears, catching his lips as his arms lift you, pressing you to the nearest wall to wrap your legs around his waist, thrusting his clothed cock against you. You remembered that dream particularly because it had been a miserable winter, one that he confessed to have felt in his very bones. How he grumbled then, in the silences when he thought you wouldn’t hear.

“Even with that summer, without you there, I don’t fuckin’ need it, sugar.”

You both make up that afternoon, slowly, lovingly, with him begging you to stay as he pushes your bottoms off and you promising that you will. The burning stretch of his girth makes you tear up again, just as he cups your face and soothes you through it. “Doin’ so good for me, baby. Let me make it up to you…” You let him do many things. You let him take you again. You let him regain control over himself again. 

Oftentimes you wonder if uncertainty struck fear into him. Perhaps it was why he had always kept himself at an arm’s distance, even when you slept in his bed and wore his shirts. Perhaps that was why he had never allowed himself to feel. Never allowed himself to name that love he had for you.

“I love you, Joel.” The whisper comes between moans as his lips mark your neck in rough kisses, taking you again as he had taken you everytime. “I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere.” He groans at the sound of your promises, a low guttural sound, just as his lips nip at the skin of your neck, making you whine and squeal against him.

“I fuckin’ love you, peach,” he finally manages to say, hips pistoning in and out of your weeping cunt as he makes you look at him. “I could never have enough of you… fuck!” He doesn’t care if the whole of Jackson hears you, sees the two of you locked in this embrace. As long as he had you, he knows, nothing else mattered. Gently, he lets you down to turn you around, manipulating your hips as your hands keep you balanced to the wall. He sinks so easily to his knees, tongue swiping from your clit, your weeping hole, your perineum, and even up to your ass, spreading your wetness and his precome with a low chuckle. “Tell me you need me, darlin’, come on.”

You do tell him. “I need you, sir, please,” you whisper, with such gentleness that he chuckles. He loved the way your begging sounded, the way you called him sir, like you did in those shy beginnings when you could barely look him in the eye. Loved the way you whine and try to reach down to touch yourself, only for him to tsk in warning, your hand immediately returning to the wall. “Please let me cum, sir, I just want you, please!”

Finally, he indulges you. His tongue fucking you, hands spreading your asscheeks, beard digging into your skin and his nose, his nose, just teasing your asshole enough to make you clench down in expectation. He does not stop, does not pause even when you buck against him, clenching your teeth as you feel his tongue reach there, that point that makes you fucking feral, bucking until he pushes you off the edge, and continues to push you over the edge, knees weakening and trembling in the aftermath of pleasure. You thank him, louder than you’ve ever thanked any deity for each day of survival. If you were honest, you didn’t care so much about religion, about believing. Not when everything you ever believed in knelt before you, asking you if you’d let him take your ass.

You nod breathlessly, pressing your cheek against the cool wallpaper. “It’s yours, sir. It’s all yours, and you know it.”

He smirks, kissing the small of your back. His perfect, willing girl.

He slowly draws you into it, knows you’ve never done anything like this. He starts with his tongue, helping you relax around him, helping you relax when you take one finger, then another. You had never felt so empty and yet so full at the same time. You feel the walls of your cunt stretched out over nothing, your fingers digging into the plaster as he finally stands, lips pressing kisses and assurances into your shoulders. And there, just there- you feel the head of his cock entering you, your body welcoming him so willingly, without much effort nor pain.

He fucks you with renewed vigor, your moans intermingling as his hands trail on separate directions. His left hand trails from your neck, to your chest, and quickly to your nipples, pinching, tugging, His right trails from your stomach to your wanton clit, rubbing concentric circles softly and gently prolonging your pleasure to match up with his stamina. Even as he batters your walls, his lips are so gently, praising you and kissing you. “Of course I fuckin’ love you, sugar. Always fuckin’ did.”

It’s the confession, you would think later on, that pushes the both of you over the edge. You beg him to let you, and he chuckles at how needy and willing you are in his hands. “Together, baby, yeah? Come on, be a good girl and come with me.” HIs fingers intensify his efforts, so do his cock, and it’s even more easier, You feel yourself gush at nothing, his hands the only thing holding you up now as he finds his high, rolling off with you, fucking his spend deep within your ass. “Fuck, yeah. Just like that, princess. Fuck!”

You cry for him and cum even harder, clenching and collapsing, saved only by his trembling frame. It is then that you feel his teeth biting down against your skin, guttural groans escaping and reverberating against your sweat-slick skin. You call for him, hand reaching back to tug against his hair, giving him the consent to sink his teeth deeper against your flesh.

You exchange words of love, you kiss slowly, gently. Joel carries you gently to the small cot you had been resting on, his gaze scolding you for putting your body through this uncomfortable surface every night. You whine when he leaves you, but he smiles. “I’m not goin’ anywhere again, sugar. Promise.”

He makes good on that promise, returning with something to wipe you clean, slowly, gently, not wanting to make it any worse for you. He praises you, nonetheless. So good f’me, baby. My perfect girl.

You fall asleep, slowly, gently, to the same words, your hand on his, his mouth on your cheek, kissing you all over. It’s the most peace you ever felt in a long time.

[red-steampunk]

Things the five MCs 5 not allowed to do:

MC1-(Summoners) from Shiro & Toji

1- A stunned moment of silence means "My God, what have you done?" Not "please continue."

2- You're not allowed to skip class and meet up with Tetsuox to beat up weaker delinquents who are on both of your Guilds turf.

3- Stop "accidentally" spilling food all over Marduk, just because you think his dragon eating him is funny. Nobody wants to see that. lt's gross and awkward.

4- All though Surtr & Bablon both appreciate the somewhat kind gesture, please stop beating anyone who deliberately calls Bablon by her other "name."

5- Stop flirting with Jugo when he's in the middle of practice or egging on Orochi to rip Jugo's clothes off during practice.

6- Stop waking up Shennong in the middle of the night for breast milk. He's poisonous, you little gremlin.

7- Just like Ryota, you're not allowed to cook anything inside of the kitchen without supervision. Choji still refuses to speak to you after you created that abomination.

8- You're no longer allowed to play unwinnable games or play Mario Kart with Ahura Mazda. You knew what you were doing with that Blue Shell.

9- A lot of the outfits in Tokyo are "very revealing" were asking you nicely to stop referring it to a "pussy out" look.

10- You're no longer allowed to make an Only Fans for extra Guild money. Bribing the staff won't work again.

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MC2-(Missionaries) from Jacob & Maria

1- Whenever you're gaming with Tsathoggua and the others again, please refrain from saying, "How about I f*ck you're dad and give him a son he'll actually love" to sexist individuals. We got a ton of angry calls from parents across Tokyo from your live streams with Tindalos.

2- Stop telling Temujin that you'd rather get knocked up by Ulaan. Temujin wouldn't leave the property because he was angry looking for you in a fit of rage. Quit giving Maria grey hairs. No one wants him here.

3- Whenever you're having your girls' night, avoid going to places that are usually filled with rude men from now on. We'd appreciate it if you,Hekate,Ellie,Melusine and etc. Would stop looking for fights.

4- Stop calling Hati a simp, he apologized for being manipulated by Nyarl.

5- Stop trying to hook up Nyarl and Zabaniyya. Nyarl doesn't mind, but Zab most certainly does.

6- Stop calling Tezcatlopica, Balor's bottom bitch. I don't care how funny you and Tanetomo think it is.

7- Stop pretending to drown, just so you can either Makara or Gurangatch perform CPR on you. They're both worried about losing you forever. And I know you didn't enjoy it when Fuxi did it that one time instead, maybe that'll teach you a lesson on pretending to drown is bad, m'kay.

8- Stop taking naps on Arsalan, I know he doesn't mind, but I hate having to wash your clothes more than I should because they're covered in oil.

9- Stop letting Ellie drink your blood. I don't care how much you both enjoy it. The angels didn't like seeing that. They think it's gross.

10- I know about you and Azazel search history. Please delete that, and I mean ALL of it. I'll give you three Tickets if you do.

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MC3-(Berserkers) from Snow.

1- I'd appreciate it if you didn't always clothesline people who either accidentally or deliberately speak inappropriately in front of Echo.

2- Please be careful whenever you're complimenting or flirting with with Cthuga again. You caused him to create a massive forest fire near Chernobog's Moutain, and you're both lucky the authorities haven't found out about it yet, thanks to Claude covering for you.

3- Garmr is not your personal attack dog, and he's not allowed to sleep in your room anymore. His howling is too much, especially at night.

4- No, I won't tell you where the milk from came from. It's a secret.

5- Stop giving Claude dumb ideas for events. Please come to me first for any ideas you have in mind from now.

6- Just because you can doesn't mean you should. And just because you should doesn't mean you can.

7- No ice cream sandwiches inside of the toasters. I don't care if you and Bathym managed to get Ikutoshi to laugh because of the result of it. It wasn't worth it.

8- Asking Belphegor to "clean out your pipes" is right out, when his shift is over. You stop that. Let him rest.

9- Stop calling yourself Tokyo's Hottest Himbo. Echo won't stop repeating it.

10- If you,Bathym, and Cthugha would find somewhere to smoke a "joint," then I'd stop dousing you with water. We don't need you stinking up the place. Maybe that'll teach you that doing drugs is bad, m'kay?

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MC4- (Tycoons) from Gyumao

1- Even though I appreciate you as my business partner. Please stop complimenting the employees so frequently. They're fishing for your favoritism now.

2- Shino and Choji aren't allowed to get special treatment from me. I know you love them a lot, but I have Barguest and Snow. I need to treat them like that. When you start your own business, then you can spoil them. Other than that, refrain from asking.

3- I appreciate you calling me your dad, but please don't call me "Big Daddy" it's embarrassing, especially in front of our employees.

4- Please stop joining in the fights with the other head Tycoons. Stuff around here is expensive.

5- Licht isn't allowed to paint you naked anymore, thanks to a certain fight breaking out at the museum because everyone wanted to steal that painting of you.

6- We're allowing you to keep all that money you won, but you're not allowed to use anything at the Casino anymore. Your luck at the slot machines and gambling is unnatural, and we don't want to make others think you're cheating.

7- Stop sleeping around with your besties at the same time, you're all loud as hell, Bohemio and Sanzo are rubbing off on you.

8- Unless you actually plan on adopting them, stop referring the 8 Dog Warriors as my grandchildren. I already had Yoshito,Yasuyori, and Mussashi call me gramps. I don't like feeling old.

9- No, we are not doing a Maid Café, Melusine thinks it's degrading. And it doesn't matter what the other maids think because they'll just blindly agree with you.

10- No, you can't suck on my breath for milk just because you're too lazy to go downstairs and get some milk in the fridge. And stop asking Barguest if either my milk or Snow's milk tastes better. It's inappropriate... It's his.

10- Stop calling Korpokkur and Micheal a "lying little abortions" I can't risk having my business partner get canceled for insulting ageless children.

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MC5- (Outlaws) from Gyobu

1- Even though we know Ryota is completely harmless and means well. Please let us know when he's coming over, Tetsuya still gets upset when you invite him over.

2- I know how much you hate Fuxi and the World Reps in general compared to your siblings. But please stop calling the Cops on our turf to arrest him because he broke into your room. We can handle it ourselves. We're meant to help you.

3- Please don't ever point out how all of the Outlaws have friends outside of the Guild who frequently visit unannounced. Tetsuya clearly didn't appreciate that being pointed out to him.

4- Marchiosias doesn't want Ellie following you to the Gurus Guild because he's very adamant about it, too. So please carefully watch your surroundings. She has a habit of following you. Same with the Summoners Guild.

5- You're not allowed to sneak over at the Warmonger's base to leave multiple cardboard cutouts of Yoshitune surrounding Yoritomo, just so he can suffer from a massive panic attack... again.

6- You deserve getting punched in the face for calling Suzuka a tsundere. She's your friend who asks to be treated with respect, please treat her accordingly.

7- Please stop making passive-aggressive comments to rude customers. We still appreciate you making everyone laugh because of it, but we don't need bad reviews.

8- Tsukuyomi appreciates you being his brother, stop coming up with fancy names for him. They're dumb regardless of what he thinks. You can still call him "Moon Man"

9- Just because Tetsuox calls you boss doesn't mean you should pay him, he already has a job.

10- Stop calling me your dad just because I'm dating Marchiosias. I already have 808 kids plus his child. I'm not sure I'm ready for a trouble magnet like you.

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All Five from Mr. Mononobe

1- Please calm down and stop being extremely hostile towards Christine, I don't prefer her over you five. Same with Kirito.

2- No, I'm not paying for any of future weddings. You guys have an alarming number of people you're dating. Especially MC2 and MC4.

3- I appreciate you guys treating Furufumi as a seventh sibling, but maybe hang out with one or two at a time. He's still not comfortable hanging out with all of you at once.

4- Even though they deserve it, stop manipulating and gaslighting the Worlds Reps by using any information you have of the Exiles. I don't care if Micheal,Tez or Perun deserve it.

5- I swear, if I get another noise complaint from you're respective neighbors, because you five don't know how to keep your legs closed.

6- No, I won't ever make duplicates of Lil' Salomon. I know you love him. He does appreciate that you guys like him that much.

7- Hearing anyone make a racist comment directed to any of your friends isn't an excuse to jump them at once.

8- I'm not abusing my power to eliminate all of the World Reps at once, I have rules against me for that.

9- Stop trying to get me another romantic partner. Chernobog is great as is, I'm not you five. I have standards.

10- Once you five do finally graduate, then I'll allow you to drink with me. Just don't let anyone else know. Other than that, stop asking asking to go to the bar with me and the other teachers.

[liminsendhelp]

TF141(?) × reader

Don't mess with me.

Tags, warnings and all that other stuff: he jokes that you will be a good mother to your several children, conflict, threat (reader to character), apologizing with humiliation, obsessed reader, childfree, description of disgust through su1cide thoughts, trauma, I'm not native srry, no mention of names/no specific description of facial or body features

When he jokes and doesn't stop the first time you almost gasp with rage.

But it's okay, the next second your nails are dangerously close at his eyeballs, four imprints each on his temples, your thumbs pressing into the bone just below his orbits. It's enough, beyond the normal amount of force you use. It's a split-second adrenaline rush.

He knows you don't just threaten, he knows just as well he'd stay at your feet even if you decided to amputate him.

"Honey, I said no."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"You can be so silly."

There's sparkling mirth in your tone, thickly seasoned with the tingling venom of your resentment. Yes, he was just joking, but you can't quite get the idea out of your head that he's just like everyone else. Doesn't love you enough to shut up when he needs to.

Haven't you given him enough?

You've given him everything.

"Of course we're not having a baby, you don't want to put me in danger of dying, don't you?"

"No, no, God, I'm sorry, I didn't- I screwed up so bad, I'm sorry, I love you, please."

He sounds so sincere that your heart melts. Your fingers gently run over the skin of his cheeks, his neck, his shoulders, like spider legs spinning a cocoon around the chitinous sheen of a desperate fly.

"You are enough for me. I love you more than life. Please, please forgive me"

His hands on your cheeks, trembling and gentle touches.

The knot of anxiety and pain in your chest unties, leaving you wanting to kill him on the spot, torture him for twenty-four hours, or run away right now.

Because you know he only wants a child with you because you could be a mother. And he could put his whole self into this fatherhood thing and even though he knows it's not going to happen, he might want it. But wanting doesn't mean proposing, expecting and insisting. He's not expecting anything, it's just that you're afraid of saying no, of upsetting him so much that you go off the chain all at once so you don't give in. Fear of being chained in chains of obligation, of being weak, of being dependent on his decision..... The fear of being abandoned, realistic nightmares where you cut a fetus out of your womb, the desire to open your throat when someone claims your body. The endless tossing of everything you're not sure about.

And you're not sure of anything.

Why do you stay with him?

It's so confusing.

But he just wraps his arms around you like he's sheltering you with his huge body.

"I'm too afraid of losing you. I'll never ask you to give birth. It was just a bad joke."

He whispers somewhere in the top of your head, kissing in small bursts every available patch of skin. You ease yourself into him, clinging to his broad shoulders, tracing down to his deliciously constricted waist, up his abs with one hand, pressing closer with the other.

You feel like a predatory beast, subduing another predator into your meat.

"Okay," you sip, drowning in waves of his worried concern.

You won't have children.

You exhale, satisfied with his instant submission. Such a good boy, just with gaps in training.

You'll fix that.

[soggykookiesandcream]

𝐵𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝐹𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 - 𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒳𝒳𝒱𝐼𝐼

"You remember the logo?" Namjoon asks me.

"Yeah," I sigh, "I remember seeing clothes with the same pattern, celebrations with the same logo and that was what I saw the last time before I died. The golden glowing logo on top of the cell while I bled to my death."

"Oh my God..." Namjoon says, "this is so complicated."

"I know," I say, "It's quite annoying and I feel like I'm losing my mind."

"Yuna," Namjoon hugs me, "It's okay. I'm here. It's fine. You are not Yunahet. You are Yuna, Min Yuna."

I smile, "Yes. I'm your Min Yuna."

"Yes," he laughs.

I comfortably lay into his arms feeling his warmth.

"You excited about the vacation?" He asks running his hands in my hair.

"Yes!" I giggle, "I can't wait to go. I want to click pictures and frame them in my house and my table at work."

"Let's go on a date on the last day. Just us in our own world. No worries about anything. Just love and happiness? I'll buy you everything and we'll eat as much as we can," Namjoon says.

"Yes!" I clap my hands in excitement, "Two more days of boring work and our vacation starts."

"I can't even wait to spend time with you and the others," Namjoon says, "Let's sleep. Shall we?"

"Okay," I crawl to my side of the bed and lie down. Namjoon lies down beside me and covers us with the comforter.

"Good night," Namjoon rubs my lower lip with his thumb.

"Good night," I smile mischievously, "Daddy."

"Yah!" Namjoon slightly pushes me and turns to the other side.

I laugh loudly and hug him from behind and plop my legs over his waist, "I love you, Joon."

"I love you too," He says holding onto my leg I plopped onto over his waist.

Third person's POV

Meanwhile, in the pyramid. 

The coffin shakes rapidly. Thudding and rattling it falls to the ground, breaking open. The mummy rolls out of the coffin. He tears away the linen straps hugging his body tightly. He stands up in rage. 

"You're going to regret this, my dear," He says.

He teleports to his castles and walks into the army burial chamber. He couldn't raise the army the other day due to the absence of the sun. But as soon as the sun rises, he would bring his army back and get the love of his life back in his arms. 

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Yuna's POV

"Jin!" I scream, "Stop stealing from my plate! If you want some more then just order!"

"But I'll have to pay then," Jin frowns, "your plate is free food."

"Can I switch seats with someone please!" I ask.

Namjoon laughs, "Sure."

I switch seats with Namjoon and scowl at Jin.

"Now, don't you dare steal my food," Namjoon warns.

"Hmm!" Jin hums sassily, "I'll try."

I laugh, "Jin, shall I order more for you?"

Jin nods eagerly. I order more food for him and he pays for it even though he complained about paying. This man was something different. I shake my head and continue eating the food left on my plate.

"Can we click photos?" Hoseok asks.

"Yes!" I slightly jump on my seat.

Hoseok pulled his phone out of his pant pockets and angled it to get us all in the frame. We started with normal smiles and ended up taking crazy pictures with weird faces. I somehow felt like I would look at these pictures in the future and cry. I quickly pushed aside that feeling and posed with crazier faces making them laugh. I was trying so hard to hold back my tears. No, they weren't tears of sadness... They were of happiness and worry. Would we still be like this... way into the future when we're all old and grey? Suddenly my tears start falling and everyone looks at me.

"What's wrong, Yuna?" Namjoon asks.

"I'm sorry, I'm just," I sob, "I just love this. I hope we're all together like this in the future. I love you guys so much."

"Aww!" Jin says, "Stupid girl crying for stupid reasons. We're always with you."

"Yes, Yuna," Hoseok makes finger hearts, "We'll always be here for you."

Namjoon just smiles reassuringly and places his hand on top of mine. I smile back wiping my tears, "I love you."

"I love you too," He kisses the back of my hand.

"Yah! Stop making me feel lonely!" Jin scolds.

"Oh, so you scold us because you feel lonely?" Namjoon asks.

"No!" Jin lies.

I laugh, "You'll find someone Jin."

Taehyung's POV

The sun was high up in the sky. I was in the process of bringing my army back. I could feel the vibrations of the ground. I chanted louder and the stone coffin seals begin to break and slide off.

"Rise again my army!" I order, "You have been awakened to serve your king!"

"The king!" "Oh my God! The king has returned!" "Our kind king!" 

 A series of gasps flew through the room.

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Yuna's POV

It was nighttime. Jin got drunk and started to crack his dad jokes continuously throughout the journey back to the hotel. 

"Yeah, guys," Hoseok huffs trying to balance with Jin carelessly hanging onto him, "I got this. You can go."

"No, no," Namjoon laughs, "Let me help you till the room."

The duo stumbles into the room and I follow laughing. 

"Finally," Namjoon stretches and drapes his hand over me, "Let's go to our room, shall we? Baby?"

"Baby?" I giggle.

"Yes. Baby. Have a problem?" Namjoon smirks.

"Woah this is a new side," I laugh, "has the alcohol in your system given you more confidence?"

"It might have," He traps me onto the wall in the room.

"Namjoon," I trace my finger down his jawline, "What are you doing?"

"Can you be mine?" Namjoon asks.

"I am yours," I giggle.

"Then can we..." Namjoon stops.

"Can we what?" I ask.

"Can we..." He looks at the bed.

"Have sex?" I look at the bed.

"So bold," Namjoon smiles, "And yes... Only if you want it."

"Hmmm," I pretend to think and nod. Before I could say anything he smashes his lips against mine, "Jump."

I jump to hook my legs around his waist. He walks to the bed and puts me down softly. He looks at me, "Tell me you want this."

"I want this," I breathe out.

"I hope you're not too loud."

1100 words

[undisputed-bucky]

Dean Drabble!

NFSW MINORS DNI

Summary: Dean almost loses you on a mission and lets you know exactly how that makes him feel.

WARNINGS: SMUT SMUT SMUT, oral(m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex(wrap it before you tap it my lovelies), GUN KINK(reader has a gun pointed to her head most of this fic) . IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH GUNS OR ANY TYPE OF GUN PLAY DO NOT PROCEED.

Word Count: 1.6k ish

A/N: I have to thank @bucky-daddy for the ideas and inspiration for this! It was supposed to be just a little Drabble but it turned into a full one shot!! Again thank you @bucky-daddy for letting me scream about ideas while I wrote this! I hope you guys like it! I always appreciate likes, re blogs and comments! My requests are open as well!! Send me an ask or message and I’ll be happy to discuss ideas! Also I wrote this on my phone so I can’t add a page break so PLEASE BE AWARE OF THE WARNING I'VE PUT IN THE DESCRIPTION OF THIS PIECE. ILL SAY IT AGAIN⚠️VIOLENT AND EXTREME THEMES ALONG WITH SMUT⚠️

The hunt wasn’t supposed to go wrong. You weren’t supposed to get captured. Almost every part of the plan you and Dean had gone over went wrong. So so wrong. The nest wasn’t supposed to know you were coming for them. You weren’t supposed to leave Dean’s side.

And now because of that you were tied to a chair, with a teenage werewolf desperately trying to finish the knot on your right leg. Shit shit shit, you thought. The last time you had seen Dean he was fighting off one werewolf. As you looked around the room you noticed at least five just in this room. You prayed he was safe. You knew Dean could hold his own but the amount of werewolves that could be here? That sets you on edge.

Just as the thought presents itself in your mind, you hear a crash and multiple gunshots. The werewolves all looked towards the door, the familiar growl of the Winchester brother echoing through the walls. You smirked.

“Come at me motherfuckers!” He yells as he kicks through the door. Dean raises his gun and takes out two within five seconds. You growl as you kick out with your right leg, the knot having never been finished.

“Dean!” You shout as you nod your head towards the wolf that had tied you up. He shoots with extreme precision and the silver bullet meets its target, the werewolves brain.

Dean promptly takes care of the two other werewolves in the room.

You breathe a sigh of relief as you watch Dean pant, his shoulders heaving with every breath. “Man, I really got scared there! Thanks for the help Dean, you’re a great hunter” You say, wiggling against the ropes in the chair. “Why don’t you uhh help me with these ropes, Deano?”

“What did I tell you, Y/N?” You hear Dean growl as he turns around. As you look up into his eyes, the darkness there makes your skin prickle. And not exactly in a bad way.

“You told me not to leave your side, I know Dean but I thought I had it! I didn’t kn-“

“SHUT UP” You're cut off by Dean’s yelling. You suddenly look up to see him storming towards you. His hulking figure soon looms over yours, the rage practically radiating off of him.

“You left my side after I specifically told you not too. You directly disobeyed my orders!” He starts, voice so low it was almost a growl. “You put yourself in Danger!” He yells, his hand raises and he presses the barrel of his gun into your temple. “I ALMOST LOST YOU, Y/N! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?”

You splutter as you look into his eyes, the emotions there a mystery to you. What wasn't a mystery was the pool of moisture collecting in your panties. You'd always been quite attracted to Dean but this ragey, scary Dean? He made you weak!

Dean's gun drifts down slightly as his expression softens slightly, “What would I do without you, Y/N?” He says, anger still virulent in his eyes.

You decide to come back to that question later, suddenly wanting to press the rage inside him more. You smirk and stick your tongue out, swirling your tongue around the silver barrel. You watch Deans pupils dilate as you draw the barrel into your mouth, sucking gently.

“You think this is a game, Y/N?” Dean growls, his mouth twisting into a sneer. He chuckles, a dark dry sound as his hand moves to his belt buckle. He dexterously undoes the buckle and moves on his jeans. “Guess what? You lost” He suddenly removes the gun from your mouth, placing it back on your temple. “You disobeyed me and for that you’re gonna be punished” He speaks as he pulls his briefs down, revealing his hard cock.

Your mouth falls open, eyes widening as you imagine wrapping your mouth around it. The wet patch in your panties grows as you look at the massive member. You always suspected he was big but this? Unprecedented.

“Brat sees something she likes huh?” He chuckles as he moves closer, his cock right in front of your face. He presses the gun harder against your temple, his other hand slapping his cock against your face. You gasp and he takes the opportunity to thrust roughly into your mouth.

You moan around his impressive length and he groans. “Such a fucking brat, not so mouthy with your trap stuffed full of cock huh?” He growls, his hips pistoning against your lips. You choke and gag as his tip smacks the back of your throat forcefully with each thrust of his hips. You Do your best to breathe through your nose as you take every inch of his cock.

“Fuck, Y/N. Sucking me so good. Knew that mouth was good for something other than being a smart ass” He growls, hips stuttering slightly. Drool and spittle falls down your chin as tears spring to your eyes. Every thrust to your throat had you walls clenching around nothing, cunt desperate for the cock currently in your mouth.

Dean's groans become more desperate and he stops, roughly pulling from your mouth with a wet plop. “No no no. M’saving my cum for your cunt. Wanted this for too long not to fill you” He says.

“Please Dean! Untie me so I can show you how much I’ve wanted it to!” You beg, wiggling against the restraints.

He chuckles as he bends down to untie your leg, smirking. You look back at your hands, expecting him to move to them next. When he doesn’t you look at him, “Dean, m-my hands babe” you say, laughing nervously. He suddenly moves behind you, roughly kicking the Chair out from beneath you. It plants you on the floor with your hands laid out above you. “D-Dean please!”

Dean just laughs as he starts to pull your pants down, groaning appreciatively. Your legs spread for him, exposing your drenched cunt. He raises his gun, dragging the tip of the barrel through your drenched folds. You gasp and arch against the touch. He pulls the gun away and chuckles, slowly lifting it to your mouth in a silent order to suck. You open your mouth to taste your own juices around the gun. You moan at the taste as Dean suddenly presses himself against your entrance.

“What a dirty little whore you are! Just begging to be fucked at gunpoint aren’t you? So wet for me and my gun huh?” He asks, dragging the tip of his cock through your folds as he places the gun back to your temple.

“Yes Sir! Please! Fuck me at gunpoint and take what you want!” You shout, hips bucking to gain more friction. You watch as his lips turn up in a smirk. He uses his other hand to roughly hold your hips down, keeping you still as he slowly sheathes himself inside you.

“Fuck!” You cry out at his length filling you. He’s so huge you can swear you feel him in your belly, stretching you out. Your voice refuses to work when he slowly drags himself out, only to slam back against that spongy spot inside of you.

As his pace increases, he growls out, “Fuck Y/N so tight! Made to take my cock weren’t you?”

“Yes! Oh god yes!” You cry, the coil inside you beginning to wind and wind with every thrust to that spot he found so quickly.

Dean presses the gun into your skin, a bruising pressure as he growls, “Yes what?”

“Yes sir!” You scream, your walls beginning to flutter and squeeze around his cock. “Oh fuck!”

He groans as his pace falters, moving a hand to your clit. He rubs fast, tight circles as he leans down to your ear, “Gonna cum on my cock? Gonna soak me with my gun pointed to your head?” He whispers.

“Yes sir! Please let me cum!” You beg, legs beginning to shake. The coil was ready to burst but you wouldn’t dare cum without his permission.

“Cum! Cum for me like the desperate slut you are” He growls as he cock swells. Your vision goes white as the coil snaps, walls clamping down around Dean. Your mouth falls open in a wordless scream as he finishes, the feeling of his spend bursting against your cervix extending your orgasm farther. Your hips buck and shake as he thrusts out both of your highs.

Dean pants as he slowly pulls his softening cock from your leaking hole. He grunts as he watches your mixed juices leak onto the floor, walls still spasming from the earth shattering climax you just experienced. He throws his gun to the side and tenderly unties your hands, bringing them to his mouth to kiss the tender flesh there. He wraps your arms around his neck as he pulls you against him.

“I really don’t know what I would do without you, Y/N. You’re so important to me. Not only me but Sammy.” He leans down and leaves a tender kiss against your lips. You can visibly see the love and adoration in his eyes as he speaks, “I-I love you, Y/N. I’ve known for so long but couldn’t admit it till now. I-just the thought of losing you- I couldn’t bear it. Was I too rough? Did I hurt you?” His eyes full with concern as he start to look over the rest of your body.

“No y-you didnt. That was- that was amazing” You breath, tears welling in your eyes at his admission. “I love you too Dean. I think I have for a while now” You smile and kiss him again.

Dean's eyes suddenly darken again as he take your face in his hands, making sure your looking directly at him. “If you ever disobey me like that again I swear Y/N, you won’t walk for a week. And you won’t go on a hunt for a month”

He growls before crashing his lips to yours in a bruising kiss.

“Yes sir” You gasp out, enjoying the grin that comes to his face.

Tags: @writtingrose

[milfnearyou]

                𝐨𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐮𝐧: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥.

 “𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐢𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮.”

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𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: ANGST. CHEATING. BETRAYAL. SUGGESTIVE. THATS PRETTY MUCH IT THIS TIME AROUND. NGL THIS ISN’T MY BEST WORK AND IS A SHORT ONE SHOT, SORRY! CLICK HEADER FOR HIGHER RESOLUTION BC TUMBLR IS STUPID.

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“So you just woke up one day and decided you loved me?!” 

Your voice was painfully shrill, bouncing against the metal walls and echoing through the elevator shaft. If you hadn't been so furious, you would've cringed at the way you sounded. Considering your behaviour to be completely out of character and rather petty. But it was impossible to think straight. With all the sirens in your mind screaming 'Alert!' causing you to grow defensive. You saw everything as red, wrapped in a series of warning signs. Eager to protect yourself you grew aggressive, fury coursing through your veins and laced with disgust. 

The disbelief was evident in your tone, accompanied by the extremely annoyed look plastered on your face. Your eyebrows were contorted together, lightly creasing your forehead as you anxiously chewed on your bottom lip. Your hands were balled into tight fists trembling at your sides as you fought the urge to beat the living crap out of him. 

"Fucking answer me Sehun!" You exclaim, throwing your hands in the air. You didn't understand him, not taking any of his bullshit words seriously as a result. Had he been telling the truth, had he truly meant every word he said. Sehun wouldn't have just stood there in front of you with nothing to say. The silence he offered simply adding more fuel to the fire that raged inside of you. 

"So now you're silent? You weren't this fucking quiet back when you were professing your so-called love to me?! What's gotten into you now?"

Again, nothing but silence. The tall man simply stands there in front of you with his hands shoved into the pockets of his pants as the elevator continues to rise higher and higher. With every floor, the elevator cabinet passed, the angrier you got and it didn't help that you lived in a high rise apartment. If he continued to act this way you'd be fuming, steam emitting from your body by the time you'd reach your floor.

“Do you even know what it means to love someone? Or do you just throw yourself in any direction that proves beneficial to your selfish well being?” The questions flew past your lips one after another. You weren’t going to hold back either. Pushing yourself towards him, forcing him to explain himself. 

You didn't deserve the silence. You deserved proper answers, ones that were absent from the immature man in front of you. 

"Answer me right now or I swear to god I'm cutting you off forever," Warning him, you take a step forward to face him closer. Invading his personal space as you stare at him, craning your neck upwards with your arms crossed. 

Watching him like a hawk, you attentively wait. Noticing how he seems to take a slight step back, his broad chest heaving up and down slowly. He seems to be nervous or perhaps, flustered? It was hard for you to believe that with all the ways he could've handled the situation this was what he opted for.

Step by step, you get closer and closer towards Sehun until he's got his back pressed against the metal walls of the elevator. It was hard to believe that someone who looked dominant most of the time could be so cowardly. 

"I'm not asking again," You state, pressing your index finger roughly against his chest. Physically pushing him around until he's finally had enough. His large hands pressing against your shoulders as he shoves you back, regaining his confidence. Finally, he refutes, silence no longer being an option for him.

“Fuck off! Do you want an answer? Fine, but you don't have to act like such an invasive bitch about things!" 

Stunned your eyes widen. You can't tell if you should be offended or impressed with just how much you pushed him but you let him speak. Not saying anything even though he had just called you a bitch. 

"No, I didn’t just wake up one morning and decide that I’d fall in love with you! It took me countless days and nights, essentially adding up into months of thinking about nothing except you! Do you know how painful it felt for me? Do you not understand how guilty I felt?!” The tone in his voice is dangerously low as he narrows his eyes at you. It's his turn to match your attitude, fixing his posture and standing tall. 

"Oh really? So you only thought about how you felt and not how I would feel knowing about your feelings for me? Sehun, how selfish can you be? You aren't the only person on this godforsaken planet!" 

"You don't think I knew that? I know you wouldn't be happy with this but you have to understand that had I kept everything to myself and continued to hang out around you; it would've been both disrespectful to you but also incredibly torturous to me. It was worth gambling my feelings and confessing with the consequence of potentially losing a friend instead of hiding it."  

Taken aback, you feel yourself pause and you hate yourself for it. Sehun has a point, he's valid for being upfront about things but there was just one thing that didn't sit right with you. Despite wanting an answer and getting it you curse yourself for falling silent. The hypocrisy of your silence hitting you square in the face but you're not done. You still have one more thing to say.

"What about the fact that you're still dating my best friend? Did you think about how much this would hurt her? No, let me guess, I bet you haven't even mentioned anything to her," Bringing your best friend up seemed to be the major thing standing in between both of you.

Sehun stares at you like he's been frozen in time. His features completely poised and monotone as your eyes scan his face for any sign of emotion. It was still much too hard to accept his words, to trust them and understand that it came from the bottom of his heart. Your anger was now replaced with complete confusion, perhaps even denial as you scoff at him. He was crazy to think you'd ditch your best friend for a man like him.

Sehun only stood there with his shoulders pushed back, his posture relaxed. His orange tufts of hair making him look like a complete clown. His current demeanour was very different in comparison to how defensive he was earlier.

How could he be so hot and cold? None of it made sense with his face being completely unreadable, everything felt bland like a black and white movie. Sehun could scream as much as he wanted but his words would never get through, bouncing behind the screen, staying unheard from the crowd. All these things made it impossible to find the sincerity he had in his words represented in his body language. 

The elevator came to a stop with a rather loud ding notifying you that it had arrived on your floor. You take one last look at Sehun battling with yourself on whether or not someone as selfish as him was worth entangling yourself with. But no matter how you thought of it you couldn't accept him. With Sehun came consequences, ones that you weren't willing to risk getting into and that being losing your best friend. Someone who was there for you through thick and thin could never be replaced with a man you'd only known for roughly a year.

He didn't mean anything to you and he wasn't allowed to have any meaning in your life, it just wasn't okay. Betrayal had a greater impact than love, you would be foolish to accept the latter. 

Leaving him behind, you step outside of the elevator. Realizing just how much more breathable the air outside the shaft was in comparison to being back inside holed up with your worst nightmare. Your moment of freedom is cut short when you feel his lean arms wrap around your waist pulling you back inside.

He's clinging onto you like a child refusing to let go as he rests his head next to your shoulder. His hot breath brushing against your neck, making you uncomfortable for many reasons that were quite obvious. He just wasn't single nor available and you couldn't let yourself be the other girl. 

“Please just—take a chance. I'm willing to cross oceans for you, tear apart anything that stands in my way because I love you. I'll break up with her, she's nothing like you. Why can't you see that I love you?” He rambles, his voice falling soft. Sehun sounds like he's about to fall apart as he speaks into the crook of your neck. 

His voice vibrating against your skin, echoing through your mind. Despite his tone being no louder than a whisper, his message came loud and clear. Slowly his plump, soft lips make contact with your skin as you freeze in place watching as the elevator doors slam shut. Moving downwards again you feel like you're slowly descending to hell. 

His actions gave you goosebumps as he peppered kisses against your neck. Using one hand to grasp your waist, holding you close to him. While the other cupped your cheek, tilting your head slightly so he could gain better access to your body, his kisses moving down south and landing onto your shoulder. Pushing your shirt slightly aside before gently biting down on your skin causing you to gasp. 

Sehun's touch was electrifying and almost hypnotizing, you felt yourself growing dizzy and out of touch with your surrounding. As he continued using his lips to convey how much you meant to him against your screaming mind that yelled at you not to do this to your best friend. But like a fool, you melt into his touch. Lips falling apart, as your chest heaves up and down. The air feels intoxicating as he rotates your head towards him. His lips crashing against yours as you feel like you're about to pass out. 

You can't give in, you can't betray your best friend and yet, you feel yourself kissing him back. Your tongue tangling with his, exchanging dirty, secretive kisses. Turning around to face him better you fall into all the places you knew weren't right and that was right into the arms of Sehun's. Intertwining your fingers with his, holding onto him tightly as if the only chance you'd have with him would be taken away. 

Now you knew what it meant to be selfish and just how delicious it tasted. 

The elevator is filled with the lewd, smacking of the shared kisses between you both. His body grinding into yours as you feel yourself growing heavy. Developing a strong heartbeat where your filthy desires lay. You felt yourself growing wet, shifting your thighs uncomfortably together. Feeling his hand snake down towards the waistline of your skirt, tugging on them. 

"You just have to say the word and I'm dropping everything and everyone for you," He says in between kisses as you tilt your head back in pleasure when you feel his fingers slipping past your skirt. Hovering dangerously over your soaked heat. "Do you want to run away with me?" He asks. 

You want to say yes. Your body having a mind of its own would rather speak for you but you just can't bring yourself to go through with it. The image of your best friend is hung up in your mind and even though the damage has already been done, you still don't think it's too late to stop. 

“I can’t and you know I won’t,” You reply, wincing at how your voice cracks. You didn’t want to seem weak in front of him, you needed to show him you had control over how you felt. That you were sure you didn't want him but it was all a lie. A lie you told yourself and in return had the truth spoken out loud by the actions of your body. 

Sehun knew of this and yet, his peppered kisses come to a halt. The grip he's got around you loosening as his hand slips out of your skirt. You step out of his grasp feeling ashamed, not daring to look at him. Turning around and staring at the doors instead. Fixing your shirt you crane your neck from side to side trying your best to calm down. Bringing a shaky hand towards the elevator buttons and clicking for your floor. 

You can feel Sehun's gaze boring holes into the back of your head. 

"I don't understand. Why can't you just let me love you? It's not that hard to just give me a shot. I can give you the world, give you all the happiness and security you need in life."

"--Let me be the man that protects you, that cherishes you. I know it's hard because of her but...don't we deserve to be happy?" He pleads, his voice wavering. If you had turned around to face him you'd see his lips quivering. His dark, brown eyes are glossy with tears threatening to escape from the tiny apertures of his tear ducts. 

But currently, it's your turn to fall silent. All because you know that despite him falling at the seams, begging you to love him you know that he'll only go back to being the same once he's got you twirling around his dainty fingers. His norm being the same silent person as always, emotionally unavailable and confusing as always. Plus, who's to say he won't just ditch you like he's doing to your best friend? 

"It's your turn to answer me," He pleads but you ignore him. Thanking the timing of the elevator for opening right at the end of his sentence. 

Quickly stepping off you pray that he doesn't snake himself around you again because if he does, you don't know if you had the power inside to fight him off again and thankfully he doesn't. Sehun leaves you alone watching you get out of his view, the sound of your Chelsea boots clicking against the hallway floors until suddenly you're just gone. A wave of heartbreak washing over his feelings as he realizes that he just can't sit here and do nothing. 

He won't go back to your best friend, he doesn't love her and in fact, he never did. It wasn't his choice to hurt her like this but he couldn't help but fall in love with the wrong person. So he chases you, chases the love of his life eager to satisfy his selfishness and have you by his side. 

The consequence of dealing with your best friend could come later but first, he needed to convince you once and for all that he was the only good thing in his life. Your best friend was to be replaced. 

   𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃: 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐅𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐔©︎

[icyexorcist]

🥨 Unforgivable deeds Genshin men x Reader

🍙Summary: Genshin Men and Reader have an argument, reader walks out and gets into trouble, they call out their S/O name multiple times, but they don’t come and the inevitable happens with the reader passing away

🍭Notes: I sort of copied how childeluv writes their fics as in the layout, but I don’t steal other people's work

🍜Character’s Included: Xiao and Fem!Reader

Xiao-

“Where there is Anger, Pain is always underneath” - Eckhart Tolle

Xiao was a timid person by default, being an adepti had its pros and cons to it, for him the pros could be living long enough to meet you and fall in love with you, being strong enough to protect you, the cons on the other hand would be all the gore and brute force he has witnessed on the battlefield, the never-ending karma that creeps up behind him, so even he would have his bad days and today just happened to be one of them... except he’d wish it never did.

“Y/n! You wouldn’t understand, okay?!” Xiao raised his voice, irritated at you're attempts to cheer him up

“Well obviously not, including if you don’t tell me!” Screaming back, you feel just as irritated, if anything more irritated than he himself is

“I'm trying to cheer you up Xiao, I don’t see why you’re so angry about it alright!” you feel a headache build up and you know you’re going to regret it later; you just don’t understand how- no why he got angry at your attempts to cheer him up like always? He himself couldn’t quite understand what got him so irritated, maybe the fact that couldn’t save that one girl today? Maybe his karma finally caught up to him. He didn’t know and he was too blinded by rage to care either

“Have you ever thought that you might be the problem Y/n?! Well, have you? Of course, you haven’t! You know what, just leave!” He got up and walked to you beginning to shove out of your shared home, your mind began racing and before you could wrap your head around the situation you were already standing in the rain outside a locked door

“H-Hey! Xiao! Let me in its raining!” you begin pounding on the door desperately, hoping he’d snap out of his anger trance and come back to his senses

“XIAO!” With a last bang to the door, you let your hand slide down the wooden frame as you feel heavy tears slide down your face, creating a stream. Moving back, you realise he isn’t going to open the door for you, you turn to look at the wet scenery of the hill on which your house was built, it was dark, but you could see the stars as clearly as day, your white hair dancing with the wind and being soaked by the rain, it was painfully beautiful. You began trailing down the muddy path into Liyue Harbour hoping to seek shelter in a friend’s house, perhaps Mr. Zhongli’s home.

“haah hah haah” your breathing is becoming uneasy, the road was already difficult to walk on before the rain, but now it’s even harder with the fact that you must account for all the slippery spots, so you don’t fall off the side of a 200-meter cliff, But it was as if God decided to go on a break and let the Devil takeover for the time being, because as you pushed forward you spotted a Fatui Pyro Agent and A Cicin Mage ‘Just my Fvcking Luck’, sneaking past them you pray that they don’t notice you, which happens for a certain time, until the Cicin Mage turns your way staring at you with a sinister smile on her lips, as you feel a blade upon your neck, you begin crying as you get pulled by your hair to their hideout or whatever hellhole they came from to torture you at your dying moments, out of desperateness and despair you try one last time

“XIAO!”

Waking up in a cold sweat Xiao looks around the room, searching for any sign of where you could be

“Y/n~ where are you?” Xiao trails the house, ‘bathroom? No, living room? No, kitchen? No, guest room? No’ he could feel anxiety build up in him, a fear that you were gone or something worse, something he didn’t want to think of, sitting on the coach he rethinks the events that happened before he decided to rest

“Xiao! Open the door!”

“XIAO!”

Eyes wide open, he speeds to the door praying you’re still there, still there waiting for the door to open, still there may be sleeping on the step, anything as long as you were right outside that door, he could apologize to you, but opening the door with deep breathes, you were gone. He begins running down the cliff, earning a few scratches here and there, but he doesn’t mind if he is able to find you faster

“Y/N!! WHERE ARE YOU?!”

He begins shouting like a mad man, until he stops, he spots white hair leaning against a tree, sprinting to your figure, joy, ecstasy, relief all begin filling him. Whilst he enjoys the pure bliss of relief, he fails to see your polearm thrown a few feet away from your body, or the fact that there’s a red puddle surrounding you

“Y/N!! WHY DID YOU LEAVE? WHY DID YO-”

He freezes, turning to the other side of the tree he sees the full view of you, a sword pierced through your body making sure you couldn’t leave the tree, even if you somehow survived, he begins to shake, hoping and praying this is some twisted joke or dream, hoping that he’d wake up anytime soon, to your resting face Infront of his on your bed, he clamps his eyes together, and opens them... but it’s the same, he begins searching for your heartbeat, that’s what you humans do right? He put his hand on your chest hoping to feel it lightly going up and down, just like it does whenever he lies on it, but it doesn’t, he’s panicking, his hands are shaking as he cups your face, making you look up at him but your eyes are closed

“hey, y/n~, wake u-up the jokes over hun.. Please..”

He sobs, looking at you, you always woke up when he called, losing hope he pulls you in and kisses you, you always kiss back whether you want to or don’t want to, so this was his final attempt to see if you were still alive.. But when you don’t kiss back his heart shatters and he finally breaks

“im s-sorry hun, im so sorry.. Please come back I need you, y-you and me, w-we were gonna have a family r-right?”

He cries into your dead body, remembering all the dreams and hopes you had, but you were long gone so what was the point

“I promise love, ill kill who ever did this to you, I promise”

[girlseeksbook]

Highlander: Where We Are (A Highlander/Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Summary: Immortals Harry and Elisabeth were set up lovers from the start by fate, but torn apart by another Immortal, Louis Tomlinson. The year is 2019 and a hundred and eighty three years later, they've reunited by a simple letter. But Louis, out for revenge is set on taking their heads. Will he succeed?

There can be only one...and don't lose your head.

Part I, 1 of 2

Holmes Chapel, Cheshire 2019

A woman waited by the lake, in Forest Park which has now turned into Somerford Park Farm apparently. She absentmindedly looked at her reflection in the water, then she'd heard a buzz. She turned around to face a man, with short brunette hair, who looked as if he had not aged a bit. But that is because he hasn't and neither has she as they were Immortals.

'Elisabeth,' he breathed. He ran his hand through his already tousled hair, as he couldn't believe his eyes. 'God, it's been so long.'

'Three hundred and three years, to be exact.' She softly smiled.

'But it's been a hundred and twenty years since I last saw you.' His forest green eyes quickly scanned her body before meeting her eyes again. 'And you're still beautiful.'

'Harry,' she sighed.

Church Hulme, Cheshire 1716

'I told you, Mum. I don't want to meet another one of your brides that you and Father keep setting me up with.' Harry checked the tied ribbon around his neck, looking in the mirror as his mother stood behind him with pleading eyes. In the face, they almost looked more like siblings than mother and son. But Harry had the sharpest jawline and lightest green eyes.

'Oh, Harry, you must meet her and woo her before she is betrothed to another. She is a Debutante and you're a Marquess, Harry. You must be married and have children of your own to carry on the family name and honour.' Anne, his mother, carried on.

'I know, Mum, but I'd also like to marry for love.' Harry turned around when a man in velvet clothing came in.

'Ma'am, I'm sorry to interrupt, but Lady Elisabeth is here.' Anne and Harry nodded. Harry walked into the commons and saw her. She turned around and smiled at Harry. Long auburn hair in single braid, running down her back with honey brown eyes. Her skin as fair as porcelain. She wore a proper blush coloured corset dress.

Harry stepped forward and took her hand in his. He brought it to his lips, placed a kiss to it and released it. He was so enamoured by her beauty that he wanted claim her...Woo her, kiss her lips, and even make love to her. He felt sparks when he'd touched her hand.

'Marquess Harry Styles, I'm honoured to meet you, Miss...'

'Elisabeth Milam,' she said so very elegantly. Harry had a feeling. A feeling he couldn't explain. A feeling other than lust. Unknownst to him, she felt it too.

Five months later...

Harry stood at the lake in Forest Park, where they'd always met. They'd became close out of the five months since they'd first met. But today was an emergency...at least that's what the telegram said.

'Harry!' He looked to see Elisabeth in a long ivory dress, which usually hand maidens wore, running towards him. 'Harry!' She crashed into his arms and her lips met his.

'What is the matter, Elisabeth,' Harry asked after he broke the kiss. He cupped her heart shaped face and his thumb caressed her cheek.

'I've come to give bad news,' A tear escaped as it ran down her cheek when she lowered her head.

'Whatever it is, we can get through it together.' She shook her head as she looked up and into his eyes.

'No, we can't. I'm betrothed to Louis Tomlinson now.' Harry's face fell as he'd planned to propose to her, even though they were already arranged to marry. But that's now down the drain. 'I told Father, I didn't want to marry him. I don't love him. I love you, Harry, but he said Louis had more money and that's the only thing he seems to care about.'

'I love you as well. I'd planned to propose to you. I'd even asked your father for his blessing, but I see he doesn't keep his word. We'll be together one way or another...I promise.' Elisabeth grinned as she covered his lips with her's. They'd felt that feeling that they'd felt the first time they'd met...sparks and the pull. But the feeling that somebody was watching them, made them break the kiss and look around.

'Well, well, well...' Louis sneered. Elisabeth looked to his hand to see his sword beside him. 'I see I've been engaged to a whore.'

Harry soon filled with rage.

'Don't you dare call her as such,' Harry spat.

'Why not? She is engaged to me and here she is kissing you,' Louis smirked. 'Have you taken her innocence too? I thought we were best friends, Harry.'

Harry drew his sword.

'Don't you dare challenge me, boy, unless you mean it!' Louis's booming voice made Elisabeth flinch.

'Then, don't you dare disrespect, Lady Elisabeth. I will not have you speak to her as if she is a common whore. Now, I challenge you.'

Elisabeth backed away to another tree to get to safety.

'Harry, please don't! He is a good swordsman.'

'Good? I'm the best,' Louis boasted.

'Louis, I'm sorry. I'll marry you, just let Harry live!'

'You're going to marry me whether he's dead or not sweetheart.'

Harry swung his sword first and clinked against Louis's. Harry didn't look surprised, but very concentrated on the task at hand. However, they kept fighting and never quitting. Swords continue to exchange swings swiftly with nothing stopping them.

Then, Harry slipped and all the sudden, he was impaled by Louis's sword in the chest. Harry looked down at the sword and looked back up at Louis, who smirked as he pulled out his sword, that was buried right in his heart. Harry stumbled back and fell into the lake.

Elisabeth screamed and sprinted into the lake to hold him. As she held him in her arms, in the cold water, he floundered; and she struggled to contain her sobbing and tears.

'No, Harry, don't leave me. Please don't, I love you. I want to marry you and have your children. Please, please don't leave me.'

'Elisabeth, we'll be together...one way or another...I promise...' But it was too late, he faded out leaving a dead body in her arms. She couldn't control herself anymore as she placed his body in the water gently. She ran up to Louis and slapped him. He grabbed his face and grinned.

'Humph, I thought you were the gentle kind,' he said, then he slapped her...hard.

--

'And after that, I stuck with him for my father's sake.'

'And were you happy?' Harry became annoyed and Elisabeth became confused.

'I—'

'Did he take care of you? Did he love you? Did he satisfy you underneath the cover—'

'Harry, he killed me!'

Harry felt the colour from his face drain away, as he let his anger and jealously take control of him.

'After five years of his abuse and cheating, I got tired of it. So, I tried to leave him, but he had other plans. We lived in Church Hulme--I mean Holmes Chapel, for the first year of our marriage. But after he found out about my trips to your parents, he had us move. We lived in Liverpool for the rest of the four years.

Liverpool 1721

'Sally, can you get the groceries? I have to talk to my husband.'

'Yes, Ma'am.' Sally dismissed herself. Elisabeth went to the stairs, but as soon as she had her foot on the first step, she heard a woman's laughter.

She made her way quickly up the steps and opened the bedroom to Louis, with two women, in their own bed. She felt numb. She knew she didn't feel any romantic feelings towards this man, but they were married. And she felt as a married couple, they should still stay faithful, despite having not had sex since their wedding night...when he took her innocence that she was saving for Harry, whom she knew to be dead at the hands of Louis himself.

Louis, I want more,' one of the whores whined, while he had his head in between her legs. Louis raised his head to respond, but saw Elisabeth in the doorway. His face soured and he climbed out from his current position. He then came after Elisabeth, grabbed her hair and dragged her out of the room, and down the stairs.

'I want to leave! I fucking hate you,' she cried. 'You can keep your whores! I want to leave.' He threw her to the ground in the middle of the foyer.

'You know a lady shouldn't talk like that. Especially, Duchess Elisabeth Tomlinson,' He mocked.

She hated hearing her married name as she wanted Harry's last name and she never stopped having dreams about a life she could've had with him. She didn't notice that he'd snagged his sword.

'But if you want to leave, I can make that happen. You can even see your lover.' She became confused and looked up at Louis. Her eyes widened as he thrust the sword through her heart. He pulled it out so coarsely. As she felt her life drain from her body, she could hear him say, 'I guess it was fun having a mortal wife...for awhile, but now it's run it's course.'

A few moments later, her eyes opened in panic as she got up. She was still in the foyer, in her bloody dress, but no blood.

'Ah, you're up.' She saw Louis fully dressed as she lay on the floor. 'Now that you're immortal, I wonder what the sex will be like.'

'No, that's never going to happen. I'm leaving you,' she said with determination, as she picked herself up.

'You know your lover is immortal and you can run away all you like...But I'm going to find both of you and have your heads.'

--

'And then he left me there. I walked far, far away from where I'd lived, because I somehow sensed that if I went back there, it wasn't going to be pretty.'

'I will not let him get your Quickening!' Harry affirmed. 'Even if it costs me my head.'

'Harry—'

'I love you and would do anything for you. Even die for you, forever.' Harry and her were only inches apart, yet so close. He wanted to kiss her so bad. To feel her lips on his like he did before he died. But he knew he had to control himself for he never knew what might happen next.

'After you left me in the lake, another immortal, an Irishman, by the name of Niall Horan, found me. I was shocked that I could've sworn I'd just died. But he explained everything to me. That I'm an Immortal and others are gonna be after my head for my power and knowledge, my Quickening. He trained me in sword fighting and self-defence. I even travelled with him and that's how I saw you at the ball.

Paris 1899

'Aye, I'm not sure Paris has the best ale or not,' Niall mused as he sat on the bar stool, looking at a pint of Bière Double, contemplating on whether it really tasted that great. He was a beer connoisseur after all. A lot of times, Harry and him would practise sword fighting and sometimes it would be finding a good place to eat and a proper beer to taste...A lot of times, wine as well.

'Yeah, I guess not,' Harry said, not paying very much attention to what Niall was even saying. He was distracted by the familiar woman with long Auburn hair, dancing with a man with long dark hair.

She was giggling, but she was alive and he couldn't believe his eyes. She was one, too.

'I sensed a couple of Immortals when we came in, did you,' the Irishman asked Harry, pulling him from his musings.

'I was way behind you and I didn't sense them until now.' Harry lied. 'And I'm glad too, I can get her back.' Niall became confused.

'What are you talking about?'

Harry pointed to who he believed was indeed to be Elisabeth.

'That is Elisabeth dancing with some bloke and I can't believe she's alive!' Harry said excitedly.

'The Elisabeth,' Niall asked to make sure. He knew about Harry's history, especially with Elisabeth. He remembered witnessing Harry's death after he'd sensed another Immortal and two others that were to be Immortal. Niall knew the rules, he could not interfere once an Immortal was challenged by another one.

Once Louis had slapped Elisabeth, resulting in her falling to the ground. He'd looked around as he, too, sensed another Immortal besides the ones before him. Niall made sure he was not seen at all, on his horse.

'I know you're there, Niall.' Louis bellowed out. Niall gulped as he came out from behind the tree. Louis smirked, ' I haven't seen you in years...especially since around the time I first turned.'

'Wow, what a nice way to comment on my age,' Niall remained serious. 'What happened to respecting your elders? Isn't that what I taught you? And yet you still turned out to be a prick.'

'Yeah? Well, you were a shite teacher...especially out of pity, and I don't need that bullshite. But hey don't we have more Quickening for the taking?'

Niall shook his head at Louis's pessimistic views. It was hard for Louis and it was hard to teach Louis. Every time Niall thought he could get through to him, Louis would just do his own thing to rebel.

'Maybe I'll take it after I'm done with her,' Louis smirked. 'But hey I'll give you the Marquess.'

Louis picked up Elisabeth, put her on his shoulder and left. When Niall knew he was gone for sure, he made his way to the man in the shallow end of the lake and got off his horse to wait for Harry to wake. He'd witnessed Harry's panicked state when he woke up screaming out for Elisabeth, but all Harry saw was the blonde-brunette man with a horse before him.

Harry stepped forward, but Niall held out his arm halting him. Harry's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

'What are you doing? She's right there, after all these years of believing she was dead; she's here and vibrant.'

'No, mate, You can't. If she's with that bloke, then you have a problem.' Niall was very serious. 'That man she's with, has a reputation. He's Duncan Macleod of the clan Macleod. He's Scottish and very powerful mate. He will take your head if you're not careful. Do not quarrel with him and if you love her then you will leave her in peace. She's happy and if she is happy than you should be too. Now we have to go before he spots me.' Harry snickered.

'Hey! Niall, is that you?'

'Oh, for fuck's sake!'

'What did you do?' Niall, all the sudden was uneasy and twitchy. He ushered out Harry as fast as he could whist Harry was laughing.

--

Elisabeth laughed with him and he only shyly laughed. As soon as she sighed, she started her story.

'Um...Duncan Macleod was my teacher. We were both in a dark place, I was in a dark place after you supposedly died and on top of that Louis abused me and cheated on me several times. Duncan taught me several things to keep me calm. I lived in a monastery for four years studying culture and the ways of monks and even transcendental meditation. I've wanted Louis' head for so long, for you and me. After I departed from Duncan in 1743, I traveled to many other places in search of people to train me.

'I've been with many lovers, but I've never stayed long, because there was no one in my heart other than you. That night at the ball, I just ran into Duncan when he asked me to dance. That was when I saw you briefly at the bar. When I finished my dance with Duncan, I went to look for you. But you were gone. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw you there and when I couldn't find you, I'd convinced myself it was just my imagination. But now I've found you and I've never been so happy in my life.'

'Me too, Elisa.' Harry grinned and she smiled.

'But just so you know, Louis is mine. I want his head.' She affirmed and Harry sighed.

'Elisabeth,' He groaned.

'No, Harry, this is my fight. He took you away from me and the torture I had to go through just so my greedy father could get his hands on Louis's wealth. I have to do this.'

'But you will lose your head! Don't you get that?!' Harry took a deep breath to calm himself. 'I love you and I want to fight this fight. If you lose your head then I will never recover. I don't want to lose you again. I could've said hello to you that night, but Niall wouldn't let me. I love you so much and I spent most of my life believing you were dead.

'I thought maybe I saw a ghost of you, but I could sense and feel you were there. Please...you know, afterwards we could live on Holy Ground and adopt a child...Have our own little family. We'll get married and have a home of our own.' Elisabeth grinned, but saddened by the fact that as an Immortal, she nor he, couldn't have children.

'Are you trying to bribe me with marriage and a child, Mr Styles?' Harry grinned this time.

'Maybe...' Before she knew it, he was too close to her lips and he kissed her. It went from sweet at first, to hunger. He hadn't seen her or felt her lips on his in a long time. He often felt it was a dream. Then he wrapped his arms around her waist, just as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Ever since she saw him at the ball when he wasn't looking, she dreamed this day would happen when they would be together again, if she didn't lose her head first. 'I wish I could take you right here on this grass,' he groaned. 'But it's soggy and it's where I died. I wonder why the note said to meet at this place.'

'I know, this place brings back so many hurtful memories that I try to forget. After you died, Louis forcefully took my innocence and then he'd said, he couldn't stand being married to a whore.' She sobbed. 'I was saving it for you and I failed. I'm sorry.'

'No, Elisa, no,' he cooed. 'It's not your fault, it's mine. I wish I could've been there to protect you. I love you so much.' He cupped her face with her hand and swiped a tear with his thumb.

It then became tense and they both heard the buzz, which meant that another Immortal was here. They turned their heads to find their common enemy, Louis. Elisabeth and Harry backed away from each other. Harry stepped forward to fight.

'Well, if it isn't my two favourite heart-breakers,' Louis smirked. He wore a bluish-grey suit with a classic Burberry coat. 'You know it was pretty easy to find you two. You couldn't pick another spot? One that didn't bring horrible memories to us?' Louis chuckled. 'Well, I did put it in the letter so...'

Harry and Elisabeth were horrified that they were tricked by the one man that wanted their heads. 

'I wonder which one I'm going to behead first,' he turned his head to Elisabeth. 'The one I'd loved, before she stabbed me in the back by choosing this Marquess over a Duke. I would've brought her anything she desired, but she stepped on and crushed that along with my heart when she chose Harry over me.' Then he turned his head to Harry, 'Or should I choose my close friend who betrayed me by going after my lady...' He drew his sword out of his jacket and Harry did the same. 'Ah, so it's Harry.'

'No,' Elisabeth called out as she drew her sword, a beautiful katana with blush-pink owl handle. 'I told you, Harry, Louis is mine!'

'Elisabeth, I don't want him to take your head!'

'It's not your choice, Harry. I want to do this if you will let me. He took everything from me...'

'Except your teacher, Macleod.' Louis smirked. 'I think I might take his head after yours and Harry's.'

'He's over five hundred years old,' Elisabeth pointed out.

'And how old do you think I am?' Louis laughed. 'A measly two hundred years? No, sweetheart, I'm over eight hundred and forty two years old. So, do you still wanna challenge me, little princess or are you gonna let your boyfriend do it?'

Doncaster 1204

'Aye, Louis, I just put some wood in the warehouse for ya, lad,' John said, as he ran his hand through his shaggy brown hair. John was Louis's boss at the lumber mill at which he and Louis worked as a lumberjacks and built houses on the side. Louis was very proud of his job and was considered a hard worker, providing for his wife and child.

He came to the conclusion, after years of trying, that he couldn't have children. Then, a blessing came along while he was hunting, a baby abandoned in the middle of a forest with wolves in the distance ready to pounce any second.

He put away his bow and arrow, so he could rescue the child. He was so happy to see the joyous look on his wife, Caroline's face when she saw that he'd rescued the child. They raised the boy as their own and named him Fredrick 'Freddie' Tomlinson.

'Yea, good day, John.' Louis walked to the pile of wood and noticed the faint smell of something burning. He followed the scent to find a spark, followed by a sudden blaze of fire spreading from log to log and up the walls, to the ceiling.

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One sided friendship Batboys series: 1# Jason Todd X Reader.

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I gain no profit from this nor do I own anything other then OCs  and whatever sprouts from my imagination. Thanks for reading!

Your POV:

Ten years...ten fucking years I've stood by his side! visited his grave when he was dead, welcomed him back with open arms when he came back! I'd work myself to the breaking point building armor and weapons for him, stitched his wounds and mend his bones for him.

Christ! I even gave him and the other outlaws a place to fucking live! and the thanks I get? nothing...he ignores me, treats me like a damn cactus! the only time he even acknowledges my existence is when he needs his damn guns fixed, upgraded or wants test some new ammo he created.

The other outlaws always marvel at my armory and weapons smith skills, Hell even Artemis says I'd put smiths back in her homeland to shame! and that's a high honor! But Jason? he hasn't thanked me once...he didn't notice how distraught I was after my brother died...I tried to reach out and he just said he'd talk to me later and hung up! Roy ended up taking me out for drinks and let me cry it out. 

He didn't even visit me in the hospital after an assassin attacked me... I held my own long enough for Artemis find me and get me to the hospital in time. the other outlaws, his brothers and Bruce had sent me care baskets and flowers and I hardly ever spoke to them...hell, 

Harley Quinn even sent me a god damn card!? and I beat the crap out of her once! that stung more than anything...A villain cared more about me then the man I loved did, Too bad it took me losing my left arm and almost dying to realize that Jason Todd will never care about me. 

And now I'm here hungover and miserable in Las Vegas, waking up in a shitty motel wearing inside out jeans, no shirt and some blond dude passed out on my stomach, I groan and try to remember what happened to last three days...

I wann-no need throw up! I think throwing an arm over my eyes and freeze when I see the gleam of a cheap gold ring around my finger!?!? "Oh...ooh..." I moaned blanching feeling my heart-rate pick up it was hard to breathe as I see a similar ring on Blond dude's finger. "oh, I am so fucked!" I croaked out sobbingly before throwing up over the side of the bed and blacking out again...

Three months later...  

It was tense at Y/n's scrap yards.. Roy was in the main compound pacing and would pause look at his phone frown and sigh, while Kory sat on the couch arms wrapped around a pillow watching the news. and Artemis stood staring out the window, 

A sudden slam from up stairs caused them to jump and saw Jason's girlfriend..correction Ex-Girlfriend stomping down the stair pissed. "You are a horrible heartless man! I can't fucking stand you anymore!" She snapped throwing her coat on as Jason ran down after her. 

"Look [RG/n] I'm sorry I bailed on our date I was just tired..."

"I don't give a shit about that! I actually thought you were out looking her... instead I find you getting drunk and playing fucking video games?!"

"...Out looking for who?"

"Are you serious right now? God I'm not even her friend and even I noticed!"

"Noticed what?!"

His ex just glared at him before taking a breath "Y'know what? I hope Y/n's dead in a ditch somewhere, maybe then you'll finally notice her..." the girl spat in disgust before walking out the front door and slamming it, Jason stared at the space his ex stood then noticed the rest of the Outlaws gawking at him in disbelief before "What the fuck was she talking about? is Y/n in trouble?" that was the sentence that broke the dam as Roy calmly walked up grabbed the raven haired man by the shoulder whirled him around and punched him in the jaw.

" what the shit Harper!?" Jason bellowed holding his jaw while looking up at the archer. "You bastard! Y/n's been missing for three months! and you don't even care!" the ginger male snarled pulling Jay off the floor and pinned him to the wall. 

"You keep singing about how you're her friend.. you're her friend, but when she fucking needed you..." He was readying to punch Jason again...but was interrupted by the land line phone ringing. Artemis and Kory perked up as Roy dropped the raven haired man ran and answered it. 

"Hello?!..." his face went from hopeful to disappointed. "No We don't need a credit card..." he hissed slammed it down both women looked down sadly. "What the hell do you mean she's missing?" Jason asked warily Kory scoffed at him "Now he worries..." she muttered under her breath, "She disappeared from the hospital.." Artemis began only to be cut off by the former Robin 

"When the hell was she in the hospital?!" he snapped angry that this wasn't brought up to him any point. "...After she had her breakdown or ''little bitch fit'' as you called it...Y/n stormed out of the bar, I went after her, it couldn't have been more than a five minute head start... I can still hear her screaming, feel her blood on my hands..."

Artemis was pale looking down her hands with a haunted looked in her eyes as she recalled the state she found her friend in then up at Jason in disgust "I called you after... at the hospital on her phone, but I guess she wasn't important enough answer." Jason felt rot spreading through his core, this wasn't supposed to happen...This wasn't supposed to happen at all...Y/n was supposed to hate him and leave!

Jason's mind was swirling as Artemis continued "The doctors thought I brought them corpse..." she hissed trying hold back her anger as Kory held her hand just then there was a knock at the door Roy who was silently trying to keep himself from strangling Jason answered it.

And standing on the front steps was a blond hipster looking man standing there sheepishly "Can I help you?" Roy asked bemused while scanning the yard to make sure this wasn't a ruse, the guy looked down at a post it squinting as he tried to make out what it said." is this Y/n l/n's residence?" man asked seriously the archer swallowed a lump that formed in his throat, thinking that this was the news about Y/n they've been dreading.

"Y-yeah..." the man relaxed smiled and held his hand out "Oh good, you're Roy right?" Roy looked at the guy's hand confused why he knows him. "Yeah and you are?" the ginger asked shaking the blond's hand." I'm Dane Carter! Y/n's husband." He chirped happily as Roy's grip suddenly tightened causing Dane to wince in pain before the archer let go.

"Oh f..I- Y/n's what?!" the ginger looked gobsmacked at the blond who was flexing his hand smiled coyly. "uh..Yeah she wanted to be the one to tell you, but she sorta dozed off in the cab..." He said nodding at the waiting taxi as said the cab's back door opened and a familiar mop of h/c poked out of the cab.

and out came Y/n wearing a black hoodie under a bomber jacket and a backpack slung over her shoulder, wandered over to them and held Dane's hand.

Artemis and Kory wandered over to see who was at the door both women were happy to see [y/height] standing there but, were confused who the blond guy she was holding hands with was, As they walked inside Jason eye's locked onto Y/n and felt bile rise, 

when he saw how badly she was hurt, a scar rested over her right eye..his eyes soon left her face moved to down, her left arm was gone, there was just a stub where her elbow should've been...

But then he noticed the blond man next to her holding hands with the h/c, soon the guilt and regret slowly morphed into jealousy and rage, who the fuck did this guy think he was touching his Y/n?! "Who the hell are you?" Jason growled the guy took a step back as Roy tried do damage control.

"Say why don't we all calm down-" Y/n talked over him "He's my husband." she said bluntly a pregnant silence filled the compound. "...His name is Dane." She said leading the blond towards her room/workshop.

only for Kory and Artemis to intercept the ''couple'' demanding to know when and how this happened but, the h/c just sighed and dragged them to living room and show them the video.

[[ A priest dress as Elvis who clearly looks soo effing done with this gig, but can't fricken' quit because it's his only source of income, stands at a cheap pedestal reading wedding rights in a very dull and listless voice, he watches annoyed as a happy couple barely out of college walks away. "Next!" he huffed then rolled his eyes when he saw the state of Dane practically dragging Y/n next to him down the aisle. The priest cusses checks his watch and sighs..."I've got an appointment in twenty so, we'll make this short..." he grumbled.

"Do you..."

"N/n~"

"Take...

"Daaane..."

"to be your wedded wife and husband?"

"I like..puppies."

"Dawgz iz Bombing!"

Priest sighed annoyed but took that as consent, he reached into his pocket "By the power vested in me and the state Nevada I pronounce you man and wife...Yada yada, here's fifty bucks worth of chips...Kiss and get out!" he shooed them taking his wig off and walking out of camera view, the newly weds looked at each other confused shrugged and kissed then drunkenly stole the camera.]] Y/n quickly sped through the taped it just showed her and Dane getting drunker,gambling Y/n making out with a female stripper stealing a cop car and getting into other risky situations, till stopping on the three day mark when she woke up in the hotel.

[[Y/n wakes up looks around the room confused, her jeans were inside and had no shirt on...a shirtless Dane rested between her legs using her stomach as a pillow scratches were visible on his back. Y/n groaned and threw her arm over her eyes only to see the ring she was currently sporting on her finger.

 "Oh...ooh..." she moaned and started hyperventilating as she apparently spied Dane's ring, and went white as a sheet. "Oh, I'm so fucked!" she croaked sobbingly before throwing up over the side of the bed and passing out again...the camera finally died.]]

Y/n just sat awkwardly with Dane on the couch who had his arm around her as the Outlaws were staring stunned at the blank screen, Jason silently got up and left while Roy, Kory and Artemis just kind of stood there not sure how to address the elephant in the room. 

as Y/n calmly got up and pulled Dane off to her room to help him get settled. Only for Roy to stop her "Y/n can I talk to Dane for sec?" the h/c was hesitant, but nodded and went to take their stuff to her room. Roy and the girls descended on Dane like a pack wolves.

Who the hell he was? how dare he take advantage of a intoxicated girl, which he argued that he was just a drunk as Y/n if anything they taking advantage of each other, then Jason finally showed up hands bruised up and bloody like he had been hitting something repeatedly. "How old are you?!" he snarled the others paused and looked at the blond who shrank under their glares that's a very good question.

"uh...36?" before any of the Outlaws could react the raven haired man lunged for him, tackling him to floor and punched him "You son of a bitch she's only nineteen!" he snarled Dane blanched when he heard that. "Her ID said she was 24!" 

the blond stuttered just then Y/n came rushing "What the fuck Jason get off of him!" the h/c demanded trying to yank the tall man off her husband, only for Jason to climbed off Dane and grabbed Y/n by shoulders shaking her.

"Y/n I want you be truthful did this perv fucking kidnap you?!"

"wha-no!"

"What then! Did he drug you?! blackmail you? what does he have on you?! I'l-..."

{Slap}

Jason cheek suddenly stung he was briefly stunned as he tried tried to figure out what hit him, then looked down a Y/n putting her hand down and was glaring at him eyes clouded with anger, she took a deep breath and to calm down. "You don't get to be angry Jason." she hissed before going to help Dane up who was rubbing his jaw.

 "I'm done with you..." she stated coldly with that She helped her husband to her room, And she ignored him after that, the only sign of acknowledgement she was when she fix his guns and have Roy deliver them to him.

 "I don't get why you so pissed, You got what you wanted, right?" the archer said as he and Jay watched Y/n and Dane be lovey and mushy with each other from the living room window.

Roy was Jason got what he wanted, Y/n hated him and was with a normal guy with a normal job and Jason fucking hates it... He hated seeing the girl he loves in the arms of another man, he hates seeing her happy with someone else, hated that Dane calls her by his old nickname for her, hates that Y/n doesn't even try to speak with him anymore, And he just fucking hates Dane in general something about him doesn't add up...

Jason contacted Tim about Y/n and Dane's marriage hopping the certificate was a screwed up or a fake no.. it was a legit license officiated by a real priest even if he was dressed as Elvis... 

That still didn't put Jason's anger suspicions at ease. Dick said that this was karma biting Jason in the ass for being such a heartless jerk to Y/n, let's just say Nightwing had to go on patrol sporting a broken nose for a couple days after that conversation. it was month 4 into Y/n and Dane's marriage that the blond was acting odd and everyone was starting to notice...

He would check his phone or intercept the mail and act all nervous and clingy to Y/n if she asked him what was wrong? He dance around the question, And just now they got back from a lunch date early.

 Y/n was clearly upset and confused, While Dane was pale and jumpy like he'd seen a ghost. Everyone was confused to see them home they weren't even gone an hour.

"You guys are back earl-" Roy was cut off by Dane shouldering passed him causing Roy's smoothie to slash on his shirt the blond didn't even apologize and continued to Y/n's room. "What's his problem?" the archer spat glaring down at his stained shirt.

 Y/n shrugged "I don't know we were just getting ready to eat and suddenly he got and weird and dragged me out of the diner!" she explained then Jason's voice cut in "Going somewhere Dane?" both the mechanic and Archer walked into the garage to see Jason leaning on his motorcycle and he looked pissed.

"Duh, surprise N/n we're going camping! let's go!" he grabs Y/n's arm which she writhes out of his hold.

"Camping? I can't leave I have projects to finish! commissions to fill!"

"You can finish them on the way, let's go!"

"Dane, what's going on?"

The blond was sweating now and after a few seconds of silence he sighed dropping his bag. "Y/n..I haven't been completely honest with you." He said said forlornly Y/n brows furrowed as tried to get him to look at her. 

Just then a truck came screeching into the yard before coming to a grinding halt a few feet from the garage a very pissed off brunette woman came out as two little kids watched from the backseat. "Steven! what the fuck!" she shrieked stomping up to 'Dane' and slapping him on the face hard.

"You son of a Bitch! I thought you were dead! and I find out you've been shacking up with some skank?!" She spat slapping him again the blond winced as Y/n pointed at the woman angry "Who hell is this Dane?!" the brunette snorted "Dane? You don't even have the balls to tell the bitch your cheating on me with your real name?! you're pathetic..." she then turned to the h/c was now piecing it together.

"His name is Steven I'm his wife..his real wife...And he is leaving now." She hissed grabbing Da--Steven's bag and stomping to the car, while Y/n just stares at the blond stunned.

 "We've been fighting a lot, about the kids, about the house, about money...I needed a break." He explained the e/c girl took a sharp breath "S-So that's all I was to you a a...stress reliever?" she croaked in tiny voice, Steve ran a hand threw his hair.

"No no it's not...look you're a sweet kid Y/n and you deserved the world, but I can't give you that...I'm sorry for everything." he said patting her on the head before following after his wife ignoring the icy look Roy was giving him as got to the car he paused.

 "Hey Jay?" Jason growled in response as Steven's eyes narrowed at him. "when you have a minute, stop and pull your head out of your ass...you're missing out on a good thing." the blond huffed and with that Steven and his family drove off, leaving a very offended Jason and a heartbroken Y/n behind...

"You knew..." Y/n said listlessly looking at Jason eyes empty and voided of any emotion, when the raven haired said nothing pretty much confirmed the h/c's suspicions she didn't cry..she didn't scream she sort looked around confused like she woken for the fist time. "Get...out" she muttered Roy reached out to touch her but Y/n pushed him away. 

"GET OUT!?" she screamed Roy flinched she's never raised her voice at them like that before. "Get out, get out! get out!" she broke down into sobs, the archer left while giving Jason a cold glare the vigilante still hadn't budge Y/n noticed Jason hadn't left "what fuck are you still doing her? leave!" Jason instead hit the emergency lock-down button for the garage closing the shutters locking them in. 

"leave..."

"Can't do that toots it's a lock-down." He said pushing off his bike and walking over to Y/n, who threw a wrench at him Jason dodged it, And cock a brow "Throwing things now? real mature...N/n." she threw a screwdriver at him, he caught it and placed in on a table, he pretty much had her cornered.

"Get away from me."

"No..we're gonna stay here and talk..."

Jason said smoothly Y/n clearly didn't want to she tried to slap him, he caught her hand she tried to kick him, the raven haired man dodged it without effort. "Don't forget I was the one who taught you to fight..." He chided the h/c broke down again whimpering for him to leave...

"I'm not leaving Y/n..." Jason stated firmly keeping her still, the y/height sniffled "why...you didn't care before why now?" she croaked Jason winced he licked his lips. "It's was to protect you..." Y/n called him a liar he didn't care about her...he just making shit up to make her feel like she's the bad guy.

"I not lying Y/n, somebody was threatening me said if Red-hood didn't back down they would hurt you..." Y/n still tried to pull away from Jason but he was bigger and stronger then she was. "So, I decided if they thought I didn't care about you, they'd leave you alone...I was wrong!" 

He took as sharp breath when Y/n stopped struggling, as he continued "I ignored you, treated you like dirt even dated other girls in an attempt to drive you away...and still didn't matter to them." his voice cracked Jason hadn't realized he was crying at that point.

"You could've told me..instead of making me hate you..." she sobbed Jason let go of her arm snaked his arms around her waist  resting his chin on her head. "No, that wouldn't of worked, the emotions had to be genuine." He said hoarsely feeling sick that he used one of Bruce's strategies and lot of good it did... 

Y/n sobbed into his chest causing Jason to tightened his hold on her waist kissing her on the head. "I'm sorry.." he mumbled on repeat into her hair, He felt felt y/n shift and looked down in time to see her try and kiss him.

Jason leaned away from her "No." He said quickly stopping her Y/n looked at him distraught and confused the raven haired man cussed himself in his head and took a deep breath and led her to her bed room which in disarray from Dane/Steven's hasty escape attempt. 

"We're not doing that right now...You're emotionally compromised." He said laying down tugging Y/n down next to him. "Just go asleep Y/n...I'll be here when you wake up." Jason promised the h/c hadn't even realized how tired she was till she drifted off Jason refused to let go of her...it'll take time to mend all the damage he caused, but eventually He and Y/n will build up what they used to have.. and maybe the next time around it'll be Jason's ring on Y/n's finger...  

~-The end-~

Next up in the onesided series: Dick Grayson

[gusenitsaa]

Nine Lives to Live (2/3)

What happens when the ladybug’s chaton runs out of lives to live; but Ladybug isn’t ready to give him up yet.

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Chapter 2 on FF

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Chapter 2 : The Gamble

When the butterfly stopped she found herself in what she'd probably have thought to be an abandoned building if it were not so clean. A large window let a cold light into the room and Papillon was waiting for her. She stiffened at the sight of him, trying to ignore the voice in her head telling her to run, the one that sounded too much like him.

"Did you bring his miraculous?"

"Tell me how it works," she asked suspiciously.

"We turn back the clock, using the power of that ring we can-"

"How do I know you won't kill him again, when he is without his powers?"

"You don't."

"It is your fault that he is- and you expect me just to trust you?"

For a moment she thought he might attack her and her muscles tensed to defend herself, then there was a flash of light, and Papillon melted away leaving behind-

"M- Mr. Agreste?" For a split second she forgot why she was there, forgot about Chat, her jaw dropped and she simply stared at her childhood idol… at Adrien's father.

She stiffened.

"Your own…" she stammered, very quietly, rage making her voice shake. "You killed your own-"

"I didn't know," Gabriel interrupted, his voice suddenly thick with emotion and all too human. "I didn't-"

"And that's supposed to make it okay? We've been fighting you, he's been fighting you for years and you never knew? Of course you never knew," she said bitterly, "Adrien could have sprouted a second head and you only would have noticed when he didn't fit into your new line of dress shirts."

"Ladybug, please," Gabriel cried, "his miraculous. I can bring him back, you just need to give me his-"

"So that's it? I give you the miraculous and he comes back to me, we go back to fighting you but this time I don't let you kill him?"

Gabriel winced. "It is not quite that simple. This sacrifice will allow me to turn back the clock, but it's not just his miraculous you must give up. You must give up Chat Noir entirely. Adrien's memories of Chat Noir will be taken and you cannot allow them to return. "

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"If he remembers his life as Chat Noir, you risk undoing the magic that has saved him."

Marinette's heart sank, How was she supposed to do this without her partner?

But if she refused… she lost him anyway.

"Why are you doing this?" Marinette asked. "Why are you attacking Paris, attacking us! Your son loves you, in spite of everything. Is your heart so full of darkness that-"

"There's no time for this Ladybug. Every moment we spend here this becomes harder to reverse. Very much longer and it will take both your miraculous and his to turn back the clock. If you wish to save him, for both of our sakes… give me the ring."

Her hand shook when she held out his ring, but if there was a chance, any chance at all-

Everything went black.

When she opened her eyes she was back inside her own apartment in her own bedroom and a wave of mingled relief and fear washed over her. Then she ran, nearly slamming into a wall in her haste to get to- here. She hesitated at the door, afraid to open it and see him- She summoned all her courage and pushed open the door.

Adrien was laying on the couch still and her heart sank through the floor.

"Adrien- no-"

"What is it now?" he replied, sitting up.

She gaped, then threw herself across the room and into his arms, tears pricking at her eyes as she fought to keep them from falling. He stiffened and pulled away.

"The hell are you doing Marinette?"

She pulled away confused, but she couldn't remove the smile from her face, however hard she tried. It was just so good to see him.

Sirens wailed past her window and her eyes flicked towards the door. She was back. Back before the fight that had taken him from her. This was the last moment she had seen Adrien, before he became Chat and- But this time she was on her own, no Chat Noir. This time he would be safe.

"I... I have to go, we'll talk later?"

Adrien rolled his eyes, and a bitter chuckle twisted his face. "Sure we will."

"Adrien, I'm sorry," the sirens grew louder. She had to go, she was needed, Ladybug was needed. "I just have-"

"Last minute fabric sale? Emergency at the bakery?" He scoffed and stood up, "Doesn't matter Marinette, I've got a shoot in 15 anyway." He grabbed a messenger bag from next to the couch and was out the door before she could say another word.

"What's going on Tikki?" she sighed.

"Everything's changed, Marinette," Tikki replied, "but you're still Ladybug."

"You're right, Tikki. Spots on"

By the time the magic of her lucky charm faded, she wanted nothing more than to collapse on the spot and sleep. She'd a deep gash on her stomach where she'd only just managed to dodge the blow that had taken Chat from her the last time. Even knowing it was coming, it was almost too fast.

Everything took three times as long without Chat… God, she missed him. She missed his stupid cat puns and blatant flirtations. She missed having someone to watch her back and support her plans no matter how ridiculous they seemed at first. She missed their celebrations as the butterfly flitted away. She missed spending their last few minutes before they de-transformed watching the sunset over the roofline of Paris. It all seemed so silly now. So many beautiful moments cut short so she could hide from him something he already knew.

She missed her best friend.

The sun was setting when she got back to the apartment and for the first time in years the sight of a light inside brought foreboding rather than comfort. It never occurred to her that how well she and Adrien fit might be lost without Chat. Adrien no longer understood when she disappeared constantly, her excuses rang hollow and she'd seen the pain in his eyes from so many years of being lied to and abandoned mid-conversation. After so many years of being ignored in his family home... they'd created a new home in which he was just as neglected. It tore Marinette's heart to shreds.

What could she say? How could she fix what he could no longer understand?

She put a jacket on over her blouse to block the sight of now partially dried blood and pushed open the door to the apartment.

"Adrien?"

"Here," a tired voice called back. She followed the voice into the kitchen where Adrien stood at the counter.

"How was your shoot?"

He glanced up in surprise before responding. "Strange, actually. My father showed up."

Marinette stiffened, "what did he do?"

"Nothing. Just showed up, stayed for a few minutes and then left. Probably sizing me up for his latest designs."

She wanted to tell him. Everything. She wanted to tell him about Ladybug, and his father and the life he once shared with her, but his father's words echoed in her head. If she told him, she could lose him again. She couldn't lose him again.

"I'm really sorry about earlier."

"Please don't lie to me Marinette," his eyes fell and his face took on the resigned look of someone who'd had this conversation too many times before.

"I am though, sorry. Can we just… start over. I mean not over over. I don't miss tripping over my words and acting like an idiot whenever you look at me and-" she giggled nervously and for the first time since she'd met this new Adrien… he smiled.

"I miss you, Marinette."

"I missed you too. Adrien, I missed you so much."

"Then why? You're a terrible liar, Mari, and yet every day. Every day you lie to me, disappear, make up stupid stories that neither one of us believe. Is it-" he looked down, "Have you... found someone else?"

Her jaw dropped and she shook her head vehemently "No, Adrien there is no one else. I know... I'm kind of flaky but there is no one else for me, you have to believe that."

"I just wanted you to trust me-"

"I do trust you-"

"Then stop lying to me."

"I… I can't."

He opened his mouth to retort and then closed it, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "You're… you're actually telling me the truth this time aren't you?" She just nodded.

"Are you in danger, Mari?" she hesitated and her hand must have flinched towards her stomach because he looked down and his eyes widened. "Marinette, are you hurt?" She glanced down too, realizing too late the haphazard bandaging she'd done had allowed a small line of blood to seep through her jacket.

His gaze grew darker, and for just a moment she swore she saw Chat in his eyes. "Who did this?"

"I'm just a klutz, you know that." The lie came easily, but she winced at the result. It was like watching a wall come back up over his eyes. He nodded gloomily and headed towards the bathroom to where they kept a rather extensive first aid kit.

Most of the time their injuries were healed by the magic of her lucky charm but she'd learned long ago that some injuries remained. She thought it had something to do with how they were inflicted. Injuries received directly from the akuma's magic would vanish without a trace but damage caused by non-magical weapons seemed to linger.

It's probably why Chat hadn't- she shook her head as Adrien dumped their kit onto the table.

"Can I at least see it?"

She unzipped her sweater and gingerly pulled up the bottom of her blouse revealing the gash. He winced and reached for the gauze, dabbing away the blood gently. He patched it up quickly and Marinette watched in fascination. This Adrien had no reason to be such an expert on caring for wounds and here he was, patching her up as though he'd done it a hundred times. Had he? Had this version of Adrien often been exposed to her inexplicable wounds or was this something else… Muscle memory from cleaning up one too many of his own?

"I hate this, Marinette," he interrupted her train of thought. "I hate the lying and the running off and the awful stories you make up but this... I hate this most of all." He packed up the first aid kit and left the room before Marinette could bring herself to make up another story.

The akumas continued to come, apparently Adrien's father still wanted Ladybug's miraculous for some purpose but what could she do? She could hardly just walk into his mansion and announce that he must stop. If Marinette did such a thing she would not be believed. If Ladybug tried he'd simply send more akumas after her to keep her too busy to spill his secret.

So she continued to fight each one, hoping that one day he would realize that stealing her miraculous was not worth whatever he hoped to gain from it. But without her partner each fight only left her exhausted and occasionally wounded. She tried to keep it from Adrien but he always seemed to notice. He never asked anymore. Until the day she didn't come home at all.

An akuma with the power to create earthquakes had caused tremors all over town. Even managed to bring down several buildings with his fury. Ladybug had cleared the area so there were few injuries so far but then she disappeared.

Paris did not panic until the tremors had continued for a few hours and still no sign of their heroine. The damage to homes and shops, the injuries from car accidents and falling debris spanned the entire city and Ladybug had not even bothered to show up?

The Ladyblog was in an uproar, spinning wild rumors of Ladybug vacationing in London to fight the spread of Akuma's there, but in his heart Adrien knew that was no more than grasping at straws. He missed two photo shoots joining the rescue parties, both dreading and desperately hoping to find Marinette among the injured but night fell and Marinette did not return and Ladybug did not show.

It would explain so much, a voice whispered in the back of his mind. The lies, the sudden disappearances, the injuries that she could never explain. Or she's just left you for good this time, mate.

He couldn't sleep so instead he waited up, parsing his way through the Ladyblog.

During the anti-bug affair there's been an emergency at the bakery; The vanisher... that day had been a deadline for a design competition that he knew for a fact did not exist. Pixelator... she'd told him Alya needed her, but judging from the content of the blog Alya had had no crisis that day. On and on. Every time Paris was attacked, Marinette would vanish and how… how had he not seen this before?

He closed out of the Ladyblog and leaned back in his chair. Was it possible? Was it possible that this is what she was hiding all along? And if so… what kind of mess had she gotten herself into now? He pulled out his phone and called Alya.

"Did she come home?" was asked in lieu of a hello.

"Not yet."

"Adrien I'm so sorry. I know we'll find her-"

"Alya I need your help."

"Anything."

"I need to know exactly where Ladybug was last seen."

There was a pause and then Alya spoke, "OOOOHHH, of course. If we find Ladybug she can help us to find Marinette. Of course."

"Something like that."

"It's near where the first building went down. We all thought she was going to face this trembler guy but I lost sight of her and she never showed. I'll text you the address. Want me to meet you there?"

"No, just send me the address. It's just a hunch, I'll tell you if I find anything."

The taxi dropped him off a couple blocks from his intended address, unwilling to go further. The whole area was nearly vacant due to the series of aftershocks that regularly rocked the streets.

"Mari?" he called, tentatively at first, then louder. "Marinette?"

He weaved through the collapsed rubble, dodging the occasional falling plaster or stonework, calling her name until suddenly…His ears strained to pick out her direction but it was so quiet so-

"Adrien?"

"Marinette! Where are you?"

"Here, Adrien how- Never mind how, I'm here!"

He followed the sound of her voice until he came to a pile of rubble in what had once been a corner of a room. He began to pull it away desperately when another rumble shifted the earth.

"GET BACK ADRIEN," Marinette cried. "It's too unstable for that. I just need… Listen, I know this is going to sound crazy but I just need something to eat. Do you have … cookies or something?"

"Cookies?"

"Please, Adrien, just trust me."

He dug around in his bag, finally finding a pastry that someone had offered him earlier while he was with the search party.

"Yeah, but how-"

"Just pass it through. Don't touch anything or this whole pile might- Just be careful, okay?"

He did, pushing it through the cracks in the pile of debris until he heard Mari cry out "Yes, got it! Okay I need you to move away."

"Mari-"

"Just um… go get help, okay?"

He hadn't managed more than a few steps when he heart the rumble of shifting rubble and he let out a cry of despair. He turned and watched in horror as the rubble collapsed in on itself. He looked up and saw Ladybug swinging from a portion of the roof that still stood. Mixed relief and horror surged through him. What if he was wrong, what if-

Ladybug dropped in front of him "Ah, um, Marinette and I were trapped together and I'll just go ahead and take her home-"

"Trapped together," his heart sank as he processed the words. I was wrong. "Oh god, Marinette," he sprinted past Ladybug, or tried to, but Ladybug reached out and grabbed him, holding him back from the unstable rubble.

"Marinette is fine," Ladybug said, laughing awkwardly. "I put her up on the roof, I can take you to her just-"

"There's no roof left!" Adrien spat. "MARI!"

Ladybug didn't release him, "Adrien you can't go over there, it's too unstable. I will get Mari out and bring her to you, you just have to trust me." He stopped trying to pull past her and looked at her, really looked at her. A red flush crept across her cheeks as she looked into his eyes and and it was all the confirmation he needed.

He stopped trying to pull away and hugged her tightly. "Mari..."

"Adrien I-"

"Stop. Just stop, no more lies."

He felt her nod slightly and she murmured 'spots off' under her breath. There was a flash of light and Ladybug was gone, leaving Marinette in his arms and God, it was true.

"Why didn't you just trust me? I wouldn't have told anyone your secret-"

"I do trust you Adrien, I'm only trying to keep you safe."

"And who keeps you safe?"

"There was someone, once. But he's… he's gone now."

AN: All those notes and almost nobody comes to say hi!? Oh well, here's chapter two anyway. But if no one comes to flail with me I might get upset and get akumatized. You don't want a thing like THAT on your conscience do you?! :P

Part 3 link 

[aliciagaliano]

Crossed Roads, chapter 8

Author's Note: Another relatively short chapter yay, next one probably will be long as usual

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Disclaimer: Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs belongs to Sony Pictures Animations.

The respective OC's belongs to me.

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Tear up this town Blinking in the sunlight as the walls come down This fire will burn Digging for a truth that just can't be found Don't want your lessons in love I want to tear it all up

Tear Up This Town - Keane

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Flint… wake up…

He pretty much lost his conscious almost after he saw Alice back, only finding himself in the darkness wanting to sleep and recover from the entire jolly ride of the day… he groaned when the voice talked to him, remaining in the same place and position…

Wake up… Flint please!

"I wanna sleep… Marlene?"

His eyes suddenly opened pair in pair to find himself surrounded by destruction as there was someone standing in front of him like a beast in four legs, realizing it was her… Maximus was, on the other hand, staring at her scared as apparently was the first time he ever saw her in that way with a couple of big claw-like cuts upon his face and other parts of his body… the inventor tried to move, feeling his body burning in pain and how it also felt like it was going to rip in tiny pieces with the slightest movement.

Again Flint tried to move, feeling his abdomen burning in pain more than any other part of his body due the wild punches he got before, "Alice..." He slowly, almost silently said, now he looked some parts of her body, he realized some of her most severe wounds healed already, her hair looked messier and somehow, slightly longer and spiky-ish, his body made another attempt to move, wheezing in the process and coughing a bit…

His coughing made her turn around and look at him, indeed looking like the panther when his mind went lost due rage, to then turn back towards him growling softly after she heard her enemy moving a little bit; as much he could tell, there was something he missed in the minutes his mind blacked out as there was significantly more destruction than before… once again he tried to move in vain feeling number than before, his whimpers brought her attention back onto him, making her quickly start to help him to try to sit down…

It was almost in vain, the pain was much more than he could handle…

"Flint..." She softly whimpered seeming remorseful for his actual state, slowly her features seemed to go back to normal as now her main focus was him and not Maximus, "I'm so sorry… this is all my fault..."

"It's alright Al… I've got w–" He couldn't end the sentence as he started to cough heavily, covering his mouth with a hand, to then spit some blood on his hand and on the soil...

That only added fire to the volcano…

He tried – empathising on tried to ease her rage somehow but it was too late; she clenched her jaws hardly as the demonic features came back remarked as the purple aura surrounded her entire body again.

Without hesitating a single moment she turned around back to the Panther man raging brand more than before, loading lots of air in her lungs, launched another roar full of pure and burning rage directly to Maximus, causing another shock wave that sent him flying back, moving at high speed towards, appeared opposite powerfully to punch his chin, everybody swore to have almost heard a cracking sound, to then see his body flying towards the grasslands being closely followed by the girl.

Now the two major threats of the moment were gone, the townsfolk got out the shelter and tried to follow their fight as crazy it could be, the only ones who stood were Brent and Alex who finally managed to move and Tim with Henry, going to aid his beaten son… the three teenagers felt amazingly bad for the inventor this time, among all the many times he got teased and that kind of stuff, they never thought they'd see him in that very way…

And Flint? He was completely done, barely conscious once again, when his father moved him all he did was agonize, whimpering in utter pain, "Flint… you're…" He tried to say.

"I need to stop her… dad..." He said, "I need… to–" He didn't end the sentence again due a heavy coughing, letting out some blood once again, "Shit..." Mumbled trying to get up by himself, yet his body was refusing.

"You really, really need a damn medic, Lockwood." Henry said, trying to stop him.

"No one here... is going to need anything if… if no one stops her..." The inventor said, "We may not be here… anymore if… she keeps rampaging like that…" Again he tried to stand up against all odds, not caring the pain crossing his entire body, "I have to stop her..."

Using all his will he finally managed to stand up, barely, but up, being supported by his father and the other three to not fall once again, between his breaths they heard his lungs wheezing loudly, with the panther man having made a lot of internal damage… "Son, it's very dangerous and you can't even walk..." Tim said softly and concerned, "I don't want you to risk your life again… I don't want to lose you..."

"I know dad..." He said, tearing up in response, "I told you when I found her…: she's my responsibility now… and I'm responsible of what she does..." He looked down cleaning his mouth from the blood, to then look at his face, not directly to his covered eyes, looking determined, "Look you know I've… said stupid things to her today… I still need to fix that..."

Without saying anything else he turned around and tried to make his way towards the battleground, wobbling to the sides about to lose his balance… and it was going to be a long way where he mightn't be able to reach in time… before he could fall again, the three (temporally) ex-bullies held him tight making themselves responsible for their early behavior.

Despite all the pain he was feeling at every single movement, with their help they rushed towards the grasslands almost running out of time...

The least the fisherman could do now was wish them luck.

Once the four arrived they encountered behind a huge crowd – pretty much the entire population witnessing the battle from a safe distance and keeping the children behind as it was quite a brutal scene that not many could handle, they stood quiet for a second, then the stomach of the inventor started to burn again making him cough for the third time, but he couldn't give up, it wasn't an option in any case. Once again filling himself with determination, they got through the crowd all together, to then being stopped by Earl, Cassie, and Cal:

"Flint, where are you all going?" Cassie asked worried, much more to see him so… beaten, "Oh God… you're not planning to–"

"I must... stop... Alice..." He interrupted without much air, just walking was too much, "I really need to stop her… I..."

The young inventor almost fainted again, but was stopped by them group that forcefully had to put him down, making him whimper in pain, his hand made its way upon his chest wheezing, to then, obviously, start to cough badly…

"Dude, you're completely nuts!" Calvin exclaimed surprised, scared to see him so badly injured, "He almost killed you, and this time she perhaps will try to kill you again! She's completely out of her mind and you're not in the shape of even moving a single muscle! It's suicide!"

He tried not to swear out loud again...

"I agree with my little angel," Earl said, "Flint Lockwood, you've got way too many hits on your head! You're gonna die, I can't let you do it!"

Indeed nothing could get his nerves more than hearing the same thing all over and over again even if they were right and had a fair point, even his body was still screaming and pleading to him to lay down and lose his conscience, he was too weak in the worst possible physical condition with so many injures and a possible internal bleeding… perhaps even about to die…

It wouldn't matter if everybody else had the same fate as him… and that'd happen if he didn't stop her…

"Earl… in the same way you're responsible of your son… she's mine..." Many more tears were coming out his eyes again, "I've said hurtful things… almost related to this… entire disaster… she's my only friend… I need to solve this… it's the only way..." Throughout the overwhelming, burning pain his body felt he quickly got enough strength, somehow to stand back up, "Let me do this…"

The police officer decided to meditate about it for a few moments before getting to an actual decision, after thinking a little on his son, he gave the green light to Flint to go, who became happy for that. Then, there was this massive light that felt like blinding everyone once again, this time it wasn't coming from Maximus... was from Alice with an arm in high covered by dark energy raising a new massive ball of energy similar to the one from two chapters ago; she didn't seem to no longer measure her own limits, with everyone only looking scared, he realized that she had left the alien panther unconscious…

His predictions weren't the best as his fears became true, "That attack can reduce the entire planet to star dust. And all for wanting to fix affairs with Maximus..."

"What?" The six people around him exclaimed alarmed

"Are you saying that if she doesn't stops now, we will be universal history?!" Earl asked fully alarmed, Flint only nodded slowly, "What the flipping heck are ya' waiting for, Lockwood? Go now!"

Without any more doubts, ignoring all the damn pain once again and making them go to a safer place (something they didn't), they ran direct to the place, he still felt pain, but it didn't matter now, the only thing that mattered was to make her react before it was late.

His eyes caught then a huge rock and right in front of it, giving her back there was her preparing the shot of grace; it was tall enough, perfect to jump, he took one moment to jump out of there, falling behind the girl by surprise, making the giant energy ball disappear, bringing a momentary peace for everybody else. Both began to struggle with everything they had, Flint trying to hold her arms while she tried to break free, the young man had problems to contain the superhuman strength of Alice, but somehow he was managing to do it...

Of course something had to happen...

Alice arose a few inches from the ground and began to hit herself wherever she could in a desperate attempt of getting free from the grip of the young, becoming harder, stronger, horrible pushing him to be closer to release her, clinging with more force to it but losing them fast at the same time due all the damage he was getting. Things just got uglier when she raised in the air, and began to fall back in a hammer attack, with all the intention of making Flint let go, who this time was doomed.

When they arrived at the ground, a huge cloud of dust arose in the area, scaring everyone because of the unknown fate of the young inventor. From the top of the curtain of dust, Alice jumped out, completely unscathed, her hair became more pointed, as well as their nails and teeth walking on 4 feet, dust, a hand appeared dragging on the ground... the young inventor just couldn't move anymore. He was very exhausted, even more than before, his lungs were wheezing more than they did before, his arms almost had no more forces to stand up, yet again like a miracle or as a power taken from inside he stood up again, barely, but did it.

Quickly he tried to hold back Alice, who was close to charge a new supernova, before he got the chance to hold on against her again, she disappeared, reappearing behind him... he didn't have time to react…

A scream of pain crossed the hills and far away calling everyone's attention, his body barely had time to process the burning sensation crossing his back in diagonal... Alice, who has strived to protect him just gave him a giant claw scratch on the back, tearing his lab coat and leaving him with a huge wound of four claws. Neither he could believe it...

Completely lost in rage and unconsciously, she began to beat him, and ultimately, she sent him flying against the rock where he had jumped before, attempting to stand, the dark energy took the form of a gigantic claw, and scratched to Flint again, leaving a huge claws in the stone and doing the same that happened to his back, making him split blood, and weakening him completely...

Tim, who arrived a while ago looked to the scene scared, his eyes couldn't credit what he saw neither Earl nor any of her friends or the three bullies: the young girl just attacked her best friend mindlessly, Brent looked also at the scene expecting a real miracle, at least one small...

And Flint… he was defeated on against the rock sitting down on the soil without feeling his back, without feeling something small and drained of energy... the damage which had received before by Max, and now by the young, he was thinking... just things... who was really, what was his purpose in life... Why he is still alive...

He never realized when his mind left...

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When he recovered his conscience he found himself alone in the middle of the grasslands, at the feet of a big, familiar green tree as the sky was clear and painted with the colors of the sunset, he sat down quickly feeling totally confused as the last thing that came to his mind was everything fading away, realizing he didn't feel pain… actually, the thing that called his attention the most was realize he was completely unharmed, as if he never got beaten…

Slowly, confused and disoriented he stood up to see where he was, finding there was a familiar lake in direction of the sun setting and someone sitting at the shore of it… curly brown hair, around fourteen years old, wearing a simple white dress… he couldn't believe it… she repaired in his presence, showing a pair of warm brown eyes and a happy smile… "Hello Flint, nice to see you again..."

He slowly approached to her still unbelieving what his eyes were seeing, the girl stood up showing that her dress was at the height of her knees, he remembers that they were around the same height, now he was actually half a head taller than her… without saying anything all he did was hug her so tight at the point he didn't want to let go again, she giggled in response and hugged back, having been like a lifetime…

"Marlene I…" He said, a lump was forming in his throat making him feel like choking, he was so emotional in that moment, only to have her index finger upon his lips.

"I'm glad to see you too, Anthony..." His expression was one of cringe, as if he hated to be called like that, she giggled again in response, "How come you can hate an amazing middle name? I always thought it suits you."

"Why did I tell you so…?" He asked looking ashamed, yet smiling, she invited him to sit down and look at the sun falling slowly, the light refracted on the surface of the water, the ambient was calm… it was so charming, something he needed a long time ago… "So… am I… dead…?"

She went silent for a moment, like wondering what to answer, "Well, actually no, but almost..." She said, "This place is most likely a place in your mind where time is relatively dead, where we can talk without worrying about anything else. A place of you and I… somewhere only we know..."

He looked to the sunset again, with his eyes crystallizing with tears as the deep sorrow of her loss came back, he couldn't handle it again, covering his face with both hands to sniff hard and whimper softly; her hand caressed his back to then get hugged from a side, "Why didn't you let me take you…?" He asked, "I could've saved your life… maybe you would still be alive if… if..."

"Flint… there was nothing to do for me… in either way, I would've left you, and I know how painful it still is but you have to let go and move on..." She took his left hand and pressed it with hers, feeling it wet due tears, "There's nothing that hurts me more than seeing you suffering… your mother is the same, we don't want you to keep yourself stuck with us and just move on..."

The inventor stuttered an apology encountering himself in a very sensible point in his emotions, yet his pain was understandable. Sometimes even she felt amazingly guilty for what happened feeling that she was the one who should apologize for causing him so much troubles throughout the couple of years she's been gone… "Hey, listen…" She said again, "I'm the one who owes you an apology for bringing you all of this pain to your life. You've lost your mother in a similar way, then I left and you got back to be alone… but now just focus on the people down there who loves you. You have your father, your monkey Steve, and now Alice..."

Friends had their upside downs too, that's what she explained: it was natural to fight sometimes, but if the friendship was true then they'd come back together and keep going, renewing their bonds and making them stronger every day; it wouldn't be in any other way than that. It always takes time learning to fly, at the same time it was hard to find a friend and an answer to some simple questions… in any case, they'd come together if things among were real and not just a smoke screen…

Looking at the sunset he understood what she said, starting to fell encouraged to try again even if he could fail over and over again; the spectrum of reds and blues of the sky reflected in his eyes showing what felt like determination and understatement, as if something inside got to knowledge a missing thing, to then close his eyes and smile. Not with grief, nor regret, but with peace… he looked to her eyes. "Thank you Mar…"

"Don't thank me silly, you just needed a little guide to understand..." She said, "In any case, if you're telling her about us, bring her here after whatever is going on down there is over. I know she became special to you, otherwise, you wouldn't have brought me here years ago..." He nodded in response, hugging her tight feeling like it'd be the last time they'd see.

"I'll miss you so much..."

They broke the hug as she placed a hand upon his cheek, caressing it softly, "Your mother and I will always be by your side, Flint..." There he kissed his cheek for a long moment, "And don't ever forget that I love you… even beyond death..."

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When he recovered his conscience, slowly he felt his forces coming back, for some strange reason with someone or some people helping him to stand back up, he felt awesome and full of life without knowing why, his determination grew bigger and bigger at every moment while this blue aura started to surround him, those burning pain disappeared even if he still was badly injured...

Alice was loading a new energy with both hands: bigger, way dangerous and deadlier than the previous one. Without hesitating a second he quickly ran behind the young girl from her back, covering her with his charming aura at the point it started to override the purple, dark energy that made her go wild; she was surprised he was even up...

"Alice! I'm Flint, please stop this! You're not like this…! You're not a beast…! Calm down… I'm begging it to you..." From a complete struggle, she slowly stopped trying to get herself free as a warm sensation invaded her, consuming the darkness...

An enormous light surrounded the place as a light spread, blinding everything… when they all recovered their vision, there was nobody but now a giant field of flowers of many colors that everyone reminded to poppies – something nobody understood how happened, there neither were Flint, Alice nor even Max who probably recovered conscious and left without their realization. Tim was frantic, truly worried about his son, screaming his name just to hear the echoes across the fields... so were they… dead…?

They refused to think that.

For once that's when the town realized they actually cared a little bit – deep down about the inventor as they were used to whatever he had in plans and also have him used to pretty much destroy everything in his path (sometimes, not always). It was fun how people actually realized things when it was too late for it, like how someone realizes they actually cared about something or someone after it's gone/over; it was a gift to see that everyday and being able to show how much they cared, but now…

Was it the case?

In any case, the fisherman quickly went to look for his son and the girl to where they previously were among the grass and flowers under the setting sun as the stormy weather was taken away by the battle, yelling again his name while the policeman, son, his best friend and the three ex-bullies following from behind ready to help in anything they could.

That's when they finally found them lying on grass, Flint holding Alice in his arms as both of them were unconscious and looking like a mess. One side, she looked unharmed as her wounds healed again after getting covered by the layer of dark energy, on the other, it seemed like his wounds stopped bleeding yet he was totally worn out… slowly, between Earl and Tim lifted the inventor up, to then find himself in his father's arms as Alice was placed upon his back carefully. Seemed like a complex thing, but he could carry them both.

Once back they saw the citizens staring at them worriedly, to then look at what was previously a battleground: of what was the town was made powder, some parts, however survived like some of the homes (and actually, amazingly enough the Lockwood house was untouched), while the commercial area and downtown was totally gone… it'd take long, really long to get everything back to what it was…

The goddamn sources...

"Alright, we have much work to do…" Earl spoke discouraged as he clapped his hands twice to get everybody’s attention, he was already having plans on what to do, when to start and see what exactly survived among the debris.

"Earl... wait..." Said a weak voice.

Alice awoke, more tired than after having received the attack of the supernova and way weak due the entire jolly ride, she got herself down the back of the fisherman to almost hit the ground, getting saved by Earl and placed down, slowly, barely standing up, wobbling tiredly to the sides and about to lose her conscious again, to be supported by her friends once again...

"Guys... let me go... please..."

"You are too tired to stand alone Alice, you really need a break…" Cal said worriedly, "Come on, this entire mess it's over so you can now take some rest."

"Just trust... me... please..." She asked once again, struggling against the tiredness.

Even if they were reluctant to it they let her go, she just couldn't keep standing right and began to wobble to the sides again. The adults were trying to persuade her to just fall down already and take that well-deserved rest after the entire madness, she completely refused… see her best friend in his father's arms added a big weight upon her shoulders at the point it felt she was about to fall again, but was stopped by two enormous hands grabbing her arms and some behind her back, making her crack a little smile...

"Thank you..." She said in a low voice, partly wanting to pass out right there knowing she could lean on them, partly trying to keep up.

"Thanks to you…for everything..." Tim said.

"What... what do you mean...?" Indeed, she didn't understand him, maybe she was too tired to understand.

Tim just looked at her, and began to tell her how much that resembled Fran and how grateful he felt for being by Flint's side regardless the problems that happened in the day; of course unlike his son she understood whenever he used fishing metaphors which got her emotional, he then offered something totally unexpected in her honest opinion...:

"Would like to be a part of our little family?"

She was surprised by the offer, looking slightly embarrassed having being taken totally off-guard. She had her own family, yes, but she was a lot away from them and now she was being given a place to belong. Just like the first time they met she looked down and said:

"I'm not seeking to replace anyone..."

"No one will replace anyone Alice..." The man said once again with a softly voice, "We both agree in the same... and I would really like to stay with us… I already see you as a daughter and I'm sure Flint sees you as his sister… you make him happy and… I just want him to be happy too..."

In the same way that happened in the McHale house, she broke down into sobbing… all she expected from them after the entire madness was receive hate, stones and sticks, angry yells from a mob wanting her to run away, but instead she was having kindness… not like she didn't like that, it was just extremely unexpected. Tim managed to carry his son with an arm so he could hug her with the other, she completely gripped against him crying and sobbing hard, showing how necessary it was.

Once again it was the reminder that how more than a warrior, she was still a young girl.

With the others, Earl was crying a bit of excitement, saying something like: "This is enough to make a grow man cry". Cassie and Cal were happy for their new friend while the dynamic trio of Brent, Henry and Alex just walked away from them. Alice broke the hug cleaning her eyes, to then walk down the hill where they were towards the ruins of the town…

Everyone watched the girl with more curiosity than a few minutes ago wanting to know what she was going to do, when it seemed that she would do nothing, the golden aura came back... some rebel clouds that refused to disappear with the heat of the battle were located above the town, she threw her power into the sky as a golden pillar and it disappeared in a cloud, storm clouds were gathered back around the island, and then definitely fell down with tears down her face.

"I took... so much away... and now… I'm returning what was taken... thank you... Flint..."

At the moment they were going to go back to her, a raindrop fell making them stop, then it began to rain... at first it seemed stupid to have spent whatever was left of energy in a rain, but then the rain made the town get rebuilt as if it was a magic trick or an illusion... what most surprised them was to see how the same Flint was being healed and all his clothes were fixed, but the only person who didn't have the same effect was Alice, who had a smile on her face…

Then the scientist woke up out of sudden, totally confused and looking to his sides probably thinking everything was a dream… until he saw her on the ground, quickly he checked on her not having realized his body healed, being his concern big enough.

"Why is she smiling?" Earl asked confused

"Pride... I think..." Said Flint

"Pride? Why do you think it's pride?" Asked Tim

He shrugged, Earl whispered something to Flint's ear, making this smile... then said:

"Don't worry... will pass you your message."

The cop smiled, Cal and Cassie waved their goodbye and left to their homes to freak out about everything that happened in the day; Tim charged the girl in his arms as they took her back to their home. This time at least she wasn't wounded compared to when they found her, just totally drained, so they took her back to Flint's old room, who this time said to his father:

"Dad I... I will stay with her..." He still didn't have the chance to apologize her properly, and he didn't want to leave her alone in case just anything in the sightliest happened, "I really want to be here when she wakes up..."

"Are you sure, skipper?" His dad asked, the thing he wanted to do now there was peace again was prepare some tea and talk to his son about Marlene, but maybe it was better to leave the talk for another day.

"Completely, so I'll tell you when she wakes up and that..." Maybe he would, maybe he wouldn't, there were still things to sort out and a long story incoming, "Although… we still need to talk… to her… to you… but I need first to sort out some things to her before going to it… alright?"

"Alright skipper..."

Flint gave him a fake smile, just like Tim, when he got out the room their smile disappeared, and tears came to his face as he sat down next to the bed of the young girl who was now cuddling Newt the bear, hoping when she wakes up with Steve...

Tim on the other side closed the door and the smile of this also disappeared, he put a hand on his face and sighed heavily, with tears also falling from underneath his unibrow, ready to go away he looked to the picture frame of the family photo of his son, and his wife... the last thing he expected was anything happen to his new daughter...

Everybody was worried about them...