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emeto-no-jutsu · 4 years ago

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Could you do an emto fic with sasuke being sick and a parental kakashi taking care of him?

Oooooh okay, my first request....it feels kinda nerve-wracking lmfao ngl

It's not my favorite thing I have ever written??? But enjoy?? And RB if you do??????

Anyway LMFAO enjoy the fic

TW:::::: Emeto, sickness and an emotionally repressed boi under the cut:::::::::

Kakashi frowned as he arrived at his team’s usual meeting spot. Sakura was already berating Naruto this early in the morning, but what caught his attention was the fact that one of his students, who was usually the most punctual, was missing.

“Where’s sasuke?” He asked as soon as he leapt off the railing above the bridge where he’d been observing the scene. Sakura stopped her rant at once, and Kakashi could see the uneasiness etched on her face. Naruto huffed, rolling his eyes at the mention of his teammate with a pout.

“That’s what we were talking about, sensei.” The pinkette explained. “He’s usually the first one to arrive…”

“Stupid Teme probably overslept-”

“Shut up you idiot!” The girl snapped ferociously, making the blond flinch as her green eyes glared at him. “This is Sasuke-kun we’re talking about! If he’s late he must have a good enough reason!”

Kakashi sighed at their antics, but couldn’t deny that the girl had a point. He’d expect something like this from Naruto, not from Sasuke, and the fact that he didn’t warn the team of his absence beforehand was all the more concerning. “I think we should go check on him, Kakashi-sensei.”

“Yeah, I think so too,” Kakashi didn’t know if her request stemmed from actual worry or if she didn’t want to miss the opportunity to go to the boy’s house for the first time, but considering how out of character this whole situation was he felt like this would be the appropriate course of action.

Naruto complained a little, promptly earning a blow to the head from Sakura, and soon they were on their way. The two kids followed Kakashi as they approached Sasuke’s neighborhood, reaching the Uchiha’s address not fifteen minutes later.

They were beginning to think Sasuke wasn’t even home at all before the door was answered after the doorbell was rang for the third time, and maybe Sakura’s concern was valid because the boy truly looked awful.

His bangs seemed to be plastered to his forehead with sweat and there was a greenish hue under his paler-than-normal complexion. His onyx eyes were bloodshot as he glared at them and Kakashi could see the shirtless boy was making an effort to not hunch over. “What?”

“Um...y-you were late for training,” Sakura stammered, ignoring the raging flush that took over her complexion at seeing her crush bare-chested.

“I’m sick?” The boy stated the obvious. “Didn’t you see the bunshin I sent?”

“In your state, I wouldn’t be surprised if it dissipated before reaching us,” Said Kakashi.

“Yeah Sasuke, you really do look like crap,” Naruto commented, earning a glare both from Sakura and Sasuke, but the latter didn't really hold any force behind it.

“Well, if that’s all then,” The boy tried to shut the door on their faces, but Kakashi pushed it open with ease, letting himself in and willingly ignoring Sasuke’s deep scowl.

“What?!”

“We need to make sure you’re okay, Sasuke-kun,” Sakura said as she and Naruto followed Kakashi inside the apartment. It was all very neat, but you would expect as such from someone like Sasuke.

“I’ll be fine,” The boy retorted tiredly, not even having enough energy to argue, which in itself was a big red flag. “Can’t you three just leave me alone for once?”

“No, we can’t,” Kakashi responded easily as he watched the boy heavily sit at his sofa, swallowing hard with a pained grimace that indicated clearly that his last statement was a lie.

“What’s wrong? Have you been throwing up?”

“That’s all I’ve been doing since I woke up,”

“Aw, Sasuke-kun…” Sakura cooed sitting beside him and rubbing his shoulder, but the boy clearly didn’t appreciate the display of affection as he flinched like a cat drenched in water.

“Look, I’ll probably be fine tomorrow,” He hissed. “I don’t want you all here,”

“Woah there Sasuke, no need to get all snarky just because of a tummy ache!” Naruto teased maliciously through a grin, making the older boy scowl.

“Just...shut up, Naruto,” Sasuke didn’t look like he could come up with a good comeback even if he wanted to. Kakashi narrowed his eyes as his face blanched slightly, a very subtle twitch in his eyebrows that would go unnoticed by lesser shinobi indicated that the boy was focusing every ounce of discipline on trying to not let his face betray how he truly felt. “You would know all about that, wouldn’t you Dobe?” He managed to shoot back through clenched teeth.

“Y’know what Teme-”

“Quit it Naruto!” Sakura roared besides sasuke, making the boy wince. “Can’t you see he isn’t feeling well?!”

“That applies to both of you,” Kakashi spoke up for the sake of his student, who seemed ready to hurl at any minute now and all that yelling they had grown used to could not be helping. “Actually, I need you two to bring some things from the store, after that you’re dismissed for today,”

“B-But Kakashi-Sensei!” Sakura stood up. “Won’t you need help taking care of him?!”

“I’m sure I can handle this myself, Sakura,” The man said, handing her the cash he had retrieved from his pocket. “Get some stomach relaxers, probably something for fever too...Oh, make sure to get him something to drink with electrolytes in it, got it?”

Sakura clearly disappointed at being ushered out the door by Kakashi and even Naruto seemed like he’d rather stay, but they were known for disrupting the peace, and that was clearly not what the raven haired boy needed at the moment.

Sure enough, Kakashi had barely closed the door when the kid shot up on rather wobbly legs and quickly made a beeline to the bathroom. Kakashi grimaced when he heard the loud retch that echoed through the house and followed the boy.

Sasuke groaned when the man kneeled down to his level and started rubbing his back, but didn’t fight it. Kakashi made sure to keep his long bangs out of the danger zone as Sasuke retched mouthfuls of murky vomit in waves. It was clear that he didn’t have much left in him to puke up, but his body seemed to not get that memo quite yet.

After about ten minutes he inhaled sharply, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, slumping slightly against Kakashi. “You’re done?”

“Dunno,” His voice sounded rather slurred, which was uncharacteristic, and closed his eyes. His arms snaked around his middle tightly and Kakashi sighed, not letting go of his shoulders.

“We should probably get you in bed,” Sasuke nodded after a moment of hesitance. He flushed the toilet and stood up on his own, insisting he didn’t need help and Kakashi didn’t try to argue in order to not upset the already sick boy, but he did stay close behind.

Soon he was situated on his bed. “You can leave now,” He said to his sensei, trying to sound sharp but only emphasizing how shaky he sounded. “I can take care of myself.”

“Hmm, can you?” Kakashi humored the boy. “Have you taken your temperature yet? Or tried to keep yourself hydrated at all?” His already flushed cheeks darkened and he avoided his eyes which said no as clearly as if he had said it out loud. “Do you even own a thermometer?”

“Obviously,” He replied caustically and Kakashi ignored his tone as he went on to search for said thermometer. Thankfully, with Sasuke being as organized as he was it didn’t take too long for him to find it inside the first aid’s kid under the bathroom sink.

he walked back into the room not five minutes later with the emptied trash can from the bathroom and thermometer in hand. Sasuke already seemed on the verge of drifting off to sleep, and Kakashi almost felt bad for having to rouse him up again. “I need to take your temperature, open up.”

“Tch,” Sasuke unceremoniously grabbed the contraption from his sensei’s hands and stuck it under his own tongue. Kakashi just rolled his eyes, that kid was too proud for his own good.

“Well okay then,” Said him with an exasperated sigh. “Keep that in for three minutes.”

“I know,”

“Of course you do.”

The boy pouted, and Kakashi allowed himself to crack an amused grin under the mask. Even mature and stoic, first in his class, prodigy Sasuke Uchiha was still, at the end of the day, only just a kid. Kahashi saw himself so much in that boy that it was almost painful, but he chose not to dwell on that at that moment.

The thermometer finally beeped, and Kakashi was slightly relieved when Sasuke handed it to him. Sure, he had a fever, but it was far more manageable than the man first thought. His drowsy voice must have been a product of exhaustion and exertion. “You’re gonna be fine,”

“I keep telling you-”

“You still have a fever,” Kakashi interrupted pointedly. “I’m just glad I don’t have to drag you to the hospital because of it,” Sasuke rolled his eyes, burying himself under the sheets. and turning on its side. “Alright, I’ll let you sleep. The other two should be back with your medicine soon though,”

Sasuke let out one of his usual noncommittal grunt and Kakashi offered a concealed wry smile, ruffling his hair like he usually did and closing the door behind him.

When he got to the living room he noticed a small brown paper bag at the coffee table with a little note attached to it. He didn’t know if he should feel ashamed for not even noticing his students’ presence while he was busy with Sasuke or if he ought to commend Sakura and Naruto for their stealth.

He considered giving Sasuke his medication right away, but decided against it. He seemed fine for now and the kid had just gotten to sleep.

“What are you still doing here?”

He would be okay, Kakashi would make sure of that.

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Kakashi looked up from his book with raised eyebrows to the young uchiha frowning at him from the hallway,though the fact that he was wrapped around a rather fluffy comforter didn’t make him nearly as intimidating . “Making sure my student doesn’t keel over,” Sasuke huffed. “I’m a good sensei,” The look on his face indicated that he was itching to disagree, but instead he just rubbed his eyes, blinking tiredly as he watched night set in through the window.

“What time is it?”

“About six,”

“Six?” He narrowed his eyes, confusion clouding his features and Kakashi had a feeling he seemed more out of it than before he went to sleep. “But it was morning…?”

“Yup. And then noon, then afternoon. Now it’s evening,”

“I slept a lot…” The boy mumbled, not picking up the irony. He looked far younger suddenly, with his flushed cheeks and still rubbing his sleep out of his eyes, the comforter making him seem smaller than he really was.

“Well, you needed it,” Kakashi didn’t miss the way he swayed slightly as he walked up to sit besides him, crashing down on the sofa with a heavy huff. “How do you feel?”

He blinked, considering himself for a moment before responding. “I’m slightly...dizzy,”

“You’re dehydrated,” Kakashi said, pressing his palm against the boy’s forehead and ignoring the groan of protest. “And your fever seems to have gone up. How’s your stomach?”

“Not good,” Kakashi nodded, heading towards the kitchen where he’d already set the tablets and the electrolyte-enhanced water, now regretting not administering it to the kid earlier. He walked back to the room, deciding it’d be better if he brought along a deep mixing bowl too just in case.

“Here,” Sasuke wordlessly took the supplies from his hand and uncapped the water bottle, quickly gulping at least half of it before Kakashi had a chance to stop him. “Oi, not too fast! You’re gonna make yourself sick,” Kakashi took the bottle out of his hands quickly, shaking his head.

“But I’m thirsty,”

“Yeah, I can see that!” Kakashi watched the way his body reacted to the sudden influx of fluid warily, but when everything seemed to stay put he handed the bottle back to him. “Slow sips, and take the meds.”

Sasuke mumbled something under his breath that sounded awfully like a jab at his sensei but it went ignored as Kakashi walked back to the kitchen and returned with a steaming bowl and a pair of chopsticks each with an unnerving expression that indicated he was smiling behind the mask.

Sasuke groaned, tossing back the medicine and pailing as the smell of food reached his nose. “What is that?”

“Broth and noodles,”kakashi answered with those same smiling eyes that made sasuke want to hide under his comforter.

“Kakashi-sensei,” Sasuke drew a deep breath as his sensei set the offending bowl at the table in front of him. “Please don’t ask me to eat that.”

“I’m not asking, Sasuke.” He said firmly, making the boy wince in aversion. “You need to at least try to eat something,”

“It even won’t stay down…” His voice sounded almost whiny, a quality Kakashi would never attribute to the Uchiha. The man let out a breath, feeling sympathetic towards his student.

“Well, it’s better to have something on your stomach too, y’know, bring up.” He assured, ruffling his hair before pushing the bowl to his hands. “C’mon, you don’t have to eat everything right now,”

Sasuke sighed heavily, closing his eyes as though he was having a very serious internal debate before shrugging, taking the bowl from Kakashi’s hand and taking a tentative sip from the broth.

He was rather pleasantly surprised. The taste wasn’t strong, which he was thankful for, but also not revoltingly bland, the noodles were just the right texture and even in his state he could appreciate good food, and couldn’t help but wonder- “Did you make this?”

Kakashi, who was back to reading his debauched book by that point, smirked at him. Or rather, Sasuke assumed he did. “What’s with the tone of surprise?”

“It’s…” He could feel the broth warm him from inside out, and even though there was still an uncomfortable tightness assaulting his stomach it seemed settled for the moment. “It’s really good.”

“Thanks,” Kakashi ruffled his hair annoyingly. He did this so often Sasuke didn’t even mind anymore. “It’s made with love,”

“Shut up,” He mumbled, feeling his cheeks heat up more than they already were and Kakashi let out an airy laugh through his mask, but soon they fell into a comfortable silence.

The soup really was good, but something that Sasuke couldn’t quite put into words made it slightly better. it wasn’t a matter of taste but a feeling deep inside him that he associated with it.

And then he remembered a very similar dish Mikoto prepared for him every time he felt even slightly under the weather and felt his heart clench.

It seemed like as soon as he realized the memories weighed his mind like a brick. He used to fall ill rather often as a child, and every time without fail he would be coddled and pampered by his mother.

And of course, Itachi.

It was almost set in stone. He’d so much as start sniffling and the house would be filled with those same smells, she’d tuck him in, Itachi would let him sleep with him more often than not. Now that he thought about it, he didn’t think he’d been this sick since-

He dropped his chopsticks as his hands slacked. Suddenly, his ears were ringing as he felt his throat swell up and his mouth water. He couldn’t even hear what Kakashi had said before his head was forced downwards and the bowl of soup was replaced by a plastic mixing bowl just in time for him to let out a wet burp that carried with it a good portion of his undigested meal.

His stomach which had been pleasantly stable for the better part of the last hour felt like it was about to be torn apart as his once pleasant meal rushed out of him violently, barely allowing him any time to breath.

Kakashi had pinned his hair back at one point and was rubbing soothing circles around his back, but he wished he didn’t, as it reminded him too much of a simpler past. Sasuke had grown used to dealing with things such as this on his own, and having someone be so nurturing for the first time in years was almost triggering to him.

His abdomen contracted roughly against his will and he spewed violently once again. His throat felt raw, his sinus was burning with the bits and pieces that got stuck there during the whole ordeal and his stomach felt so sore that he couldn’t suppress the pathetic whine that left him when he was done.

“Kami-sama…” Kakashi muttered under his breath. “You shouldn’t have forced yourself,” Kakashi didn’t understand what had triggered this sudden and severe bout of sickness, but he preferred it that way. He didn’t even truly know himself. “Are you-”

“I’m fine,” Sasuke forced through gritted teeth, but this statement couldn’t be farther from the truth. He was shaking, he could barely breathe without his airways burning, his body pulsated with the strain and his mind was clouded with fever and memories he’d do anything to forget.

He pushed the filthy bowl Kakashi was still holding under his chin aside and supported his head on his hands, groaning pitifully as Kakashi decided to run a hand through his hair. Why was he doing that? Sasuke wanted to scream when he felt a knot form on his throat and his eyes sting.

He was not going to cry. Not in front of his fucking sensei. He wasn’t a child, so why the hell was Kakashi still trying to comfort him like he was?

Kakashi pulled Sasuke into an embrace before the boy could really realize what was happening, a hand protectively holding his head while the other patted him on the back. “You’re gonna be okay,” He said, his voice taking a tone Sasuke had never heard before. He tried to pull away because he smelled of vomit and sweat and this was weird, but Kakashi’s iron grip wouldn’t let him. “You are not alone anymore.”

And maybe it was the fever messing with his mind, maybe he was simply too sick to do anything about it, but there were tears running down his face before the man had said those words. A sob escaped his chest, then another, and Kakashi refused to let him go.

Not being alone was such a foreign concept to him that it was intimidating. How could he allow people to see beyond the mask he had crafted for himself to cope. How could he allow his sensei, one of the most notorious shinobis of his era see him in his most weak, pathetic state?

But when was the last time he was held like this? That he was assured everything would be okay?

When was the last time he was actually cared for?

And it felt good. It felt so good that he soon found himself reciprocating Kakashi’s embrace and burying his face in his chest. If the man was bothered that he was smearing tears, snot and more than likely vomit all over his flak jacket, he didn’t show it.

Sasuke sobbed himself hoarse that night, four years of bottled up emotions and traumas seemingly exploding out of him at once, and Kakashi never left his side. Later on neither shinobi would ever speak about the events of that evening ever again.

Undoubtedly though, something shifted in their relationship after that. Sasuke thought that he’d lost everyone he would even know as family on that godforsaken day, but family had a way to creep up on you unexpectedly, whether you liked it or not.

Sasuke started appreciating his teacher a lot more than he ever thought possible.

#no i'm not even gonna correct the typos shut up #kakashi hatake #sasuke uchiha #naruto #naruto one-shot #sickfic #emeto #naruto sickfic #poor boy just wants to be held dangit #can y'all tell that i kinda gave up at the end there #bc i totally did

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rainywritingsx · 4 years ago

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hcs: kirishima, shinsou & bakugou holding out an umbrella for reader

Request: Could i ask for hcs for Kirishima, Shinsou and Bakugou x reader where she is standing outside drenched to the bone in the rain. He runs up behind her with an umbrella that is technically built for one. To conserve space, He pulls her as close to him as possible. 💐🕊

oh my gosh this is so adorable and soft, I caaanttt, this is too much for my poor heart to handle :(((((( also sorry that this request took so long, but first I wrote it thinking you wanted scenarios, only to find out you wanted hcs when I was about to post it lol. Hope you still like it tho! Have fun reading!

xxxx rainbow

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Warnings: Only some slight swearing

Kirishima Eijirou

Of course, the one day that you didn’t have enough time to check the weather for the day, it just has to be pouring outside.

You had studied at school for a bit with Uraraka, who left once she was done but you wanted to stay

and of course you forgot your umbrella

you have to go home tho, so the only option now was walking through the rain

however, after a while you’re already soaked from head to toe, maybe even getting sick tomorrow

After a while there is a stoplight, so you have to stop for a moment. Can’ that damn thing hurry up?

Suddenly, you don’t feel droplets falling on you anymore. With a small frown you lift your gaze, only to see an umbrella above your head

the heck?

that’s when, in the corner of your eye, you finally notice Kirishima

who sends you the sweetest smile once your eyes meet UWU

and this baby thinks you are just the most beautiful woman on earth, even when you’re totally soaked

but then you realise he’s getting wet now

“don’t do that, you’ll get sick!”

“Y/n, you’re the one who’s completely soaked at the moment.”

damn yeah he was right

“A true man wouldn’t let a lady he knows get sick instead of helping her”

stop it or i’ll melt

btw now that kiri was getting wet too, his hair fell down, his bangs sticking to his forehead

and you almost squealed at the sight bc he looks so cute!!!!

would be better if you weren’t outside where it was raining cats and dogs rn

“What if we share the umbrella?”

“it’s too small”

well dangit he can’t get sick either

so you pout and cross your arms as you take a step so that now you aren’t under the umbrella anymore

“If you aren’t standing under it i won’t either”

this boi cannot help but smile at how cute you are right now

he’s even blushing a little

after a small silence he gets an idea finally

it can go two ways but he will still try

bc he’s brave!!

he grabs your hand pulls you closer

not too close, you two aren’t standing against each other but still pretty close

and you become a blushing and stuttering mess

“now the both of us will be dry!” he smiles, almost resembling a puppy

well, it’s not like you mind being this close to him

so you nod

but actually, you aren’t completely dry, your back is still outside of the umbrella

and ofc best boy notices because he cares!!!!!

“Y/n, is it okay if I pull you a bit closer?”

“YES THAT’S MORE THAN OKAY.” you blurt out when he barely finishes your sentence

can you be any more cute to him?

he couldn’t help but cutely chuckle at your answer, but he was more than happy to hold you close

Hitoshi Shinsou

okay, tbh, the fact that you are now on your own outside, where it’s raining cats and dogs, is your own fault.

I mean, you decided to stop on your way home to pet some cute kittens

Not feeling like waiting, you choose to walk through the rain

curse those adorable kittens… their eyes were literally begging you to pet them

now because of that, you are cold, wet and tired because your clothes have become really heavy at this point

after a long silence, from the distance you can hear the sound of a car

when you look up, you see a car on the road, speeding into your direction

before you know it, its tires go through a giant puddke of water

as if you aren’t wet enough

as a reflex, you flinch and squeeze your eyes closed.

you hear the water splash, but you feel nothing?

you open your eyes, and are met with an umbrella that was held out in front of you

huh?

when you look behind you you see your crush, Shinsou standing behind you

though his action was almost heroic, his expression didn’t show that at all

“I see you’ve forgotten your umbrella again.”

jeez, okay,,,

“Well, it isn’t a long walk anyway. I can handle it.” you shrug nonchalantly

uhu, like you didn’t have an inner tantrum earlier

“yeah, you seem more than happy to walk through the rain.” he says, the sarcasm dripping in his voice

this jerk-

“fine, i guess I’ll just go.” he says after receiving no response

okay no an umbrella does sound nice

so you stop him

and well, he doesn’t leave

however, it catches your attention that shinsou isn't fully dry, so you tell him that

“why does that matter?”

“It’s your umbrella, silly!”

he’s a little lost on what to do at first

bc this boi kind of likes you and ashido kind of tolld him that but he did not believe it

but i guess our boy is feeling brave today

so he wraps his free arm around your waist and pulls you closer to him

to say that you are flustered is an understatement.

“w-what are you doing, shinsou?”

“You need to go home, and this the only way we will fit. Why, do you mind?”

“....no.”

maybe it was the fact that shinsou pulled you closer out of nowhere, but you decided to kiss his cheek before saying you two had to go now

and you bet he has this adorable small smile on his face the whole time

Bakugou Katsuki

as you walk through the rain, you can practically hear bakugou scolding you for not listening to him already

he told you it would rain today

out of frustration, you kick away a small rock that was on the pavement

but that was a bad idea

because it ends up on a puddle, causing you to get even more wet

I mean, does it matter? you’re already soaked

however, after a moment you realise the rain isn’t falling on you anymore

but you can still hear it ticking?

“What am I going to do with you….” oh, hehe, it’s bakugou

“Okay, maaaybe I should’ve listened to you.”

“You damn right should've, dumbass” he says and shakes his head in disappointment

without even saying anything else, he holds you against him

“I’m not going to get sick because you decided to be a complete idiot today.”

you can feel your whole body heating up, meanwhile his face isn’t showing a hint of emotion

is this really doing nothing to him?

little do you know bakugou is great at hiding his feelings

to an extent

he has a breaking point >:)

you can’t tell his heart is pounding in his chest, or that right now he wants to do nothing but kiss you

and feeling you this close to him gives him butterflies, he’s struggling to keep his cool

you move a little closer to bakugou and gently hold onto his arm

now this

this startled him

he’s about to curse at you until his eyes make contact with yours

“we’re gonna walk, aren’t we? I don’t want to fall.”

right

bakugou shook his head to think clearly again, and without saying a word he just started walking

now that you aren’t getting more wet, it’s actually nice to be in the rain

it was a little romantic even

also

of course bakugou’s reaction earlier didn’t go unnoticed by you

but still, jumping to conclusions isn’t always a good idea

it could’ve been anything else, right?

maybe you should do something to be sure

your gaze goes to bakugou, who’s looking straight ahead right now, not noticing you at all. or maybe he pretended not to

feeling bold, you stop him for a small moment and ever so lightly press your lips against his cheek

this boi

he almost drops the umbrella

now his cheeks were clearly red, and his ears seemed to turn a little pinkish

you cannot help but laugh at that cute reaction

but he didn’t say anything

so you feel bad again

“I-i’m sor-”

“Dammit, I wanted to take the first step.” he grumbles. oh. wait what?

you look at him, but for a moment he says nothing

“Let’s just go.” he mumbles as he pulls you a little closer uwu

and you bet he will make up for not taking the first step :D

even if you don’t care, he still does

be prepared for 10/10 boyfriend material :)

#bnha x reader #bnha #mha #mha x reader #bakugou x reader #shinsou x reader #kirishima x reader #bakugou kasuki x reader #hitoshi shinsou x reader #kirishima eijirou x reader #bakugou headcanons #shinsou headcanons #kirishima headcanon #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha headcanons

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lonelyghosts-stuff · 3 years ago

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Marvel’s What If Episode 5 Reaction

Oh boy I heard this is the zombie one. Cmon Gianna you can do this. You’ve seen every single episode of The Simpsons including the Treehouse of Horror episodes which are pretty gory for an animated show. Man I’m pathetic

Man I just wanna Loki episode 😭

I know it seems pathetic how nervous I am, but ever since I was a kid I’ve had a bad fear of zombies affecting even my sleep paralysis

Whenever the Watcher says “Time.” at the beginning of the intro, I keep thinking it’s Morgan Freeman lol

I wonder how the zombie apocalypse starts

Ah crap it’s Infinity War related

I wonder if Bruce would be immune to the zombie infection cuz of the Hulk

Honestly? Mark Ruffalo is one of the best voice actors from the original cast I’ve seen

We haven’t seen Tony’s face yet or any of their faces yet… uhhhh

Ah damn

CAPEY TO THE RESCUE

Oh poor wong

Damn they still have their powers as zombies

Locusts?

Well they were defeated quickly

Oh hey spider man and hope! Wait where’s Scott????

No mourning or crying your friends died?

“From a place of hope.” Uh oh. What’s the Pyms do this episode?

Dangit Hank

Uh oh Zombie fam

NO PAUL RUDD

Well that was fast

Thanks a lot avengers

Well that was fast. A shrinking, almost impossible to see, zombie. At least we’ve got an army of flesh eating ants?

Thanks for the homemade video Peter

Weird that Tom Holland isn’t voicing Peter. I know he can voice act and he’s clearly sticking with the mcu for at least a little longer…

Poor Happy lol

“I’m not single, I’m saving myself for Thor.” Lmao me but with Loki

Hey at least Kurt is still alive!

BUCKY IS STILL ALIVE

Oh so is Sharon

Okoye is alive too!

Odd Peter isn’t like depressed considering not only did Tony die, but I’m assuming Aunt May and his best friends did too…

Oh that’s a cool place for a hideout! High above the streets held up by webbing! Just hope Hank Pym zombie is dead though because he can fly and shrink…

Spider-Man is oddly optimistic. Like yes he’s a bubbly teen in highschool but cmon. Be a little more pessimistic lmao. Even if you find a cure, too many people have been killed killed for it to be an easy fix. You’ll never see Tony again.

Poor Happy lmao

Oh that’s one way to kill a zombie

Split up? Okoye I thought you’d be smarter than this…

Oh happy has an Iron Man glove

Man I hope Bucky is okay

NOOOOOO ZOMBIE SAM WILSON

Uh oh

HAPPY NO!!!!

Blam!

Hawkeye Dangit

Oh poor Peter

Peter look out!

Dang I’m kinda surprised Sam got zombified considering he can fly

Really Sharon? Blam?

Dangit Bucky 😂

CAPEY TO THE RESCUE!!!

Hey since Scott is dead, maybe

Spider man supreme

Yea you should’ve stayed together

Uh oh

Sharon…

Run… tell the others

Tunnel

Uh oh

Cap…

Poor Bucky… you gotta kill him. He cant be saved like he saved you

Winter soldier all over again

End of line lmao. Still pulling one liners when killing ya best friend.

Oh poor Sharon

Finally the shield had realistic physics with killing people like that

Oh wow that was gory. Poor Sharon. Uh oh Hope.

Dangit Peter 😂

Yea how do you stay upbeat?

Well that got depressing fast

Now he does sound kinda like tom Holland, but not really. I’m confused.

Out of gas? Welp. Check that off the list of zombie cliches lol. That’s a lot of zombies.

Hope gonna sacrifice herself.

Giant hope. Gonna smoosh and get bitten as well I bet.

Yep Peter really losing everyone

Hope just shrink and fly you can still—okay never mind

Banner, maybe you would have been better with Thanos?

Babayaga? Watch her exist in this dimension.

Oh vision! Since he’s a robot is he immune?

Oh cool the stone is the key.

PAUL RUDD YAY!!!

Oh he’s just a head

Yo it’s futurama lmao

Uhhhh hey Scott your girlfriend just died outside. Sorry

Of course Wakanda is still okay

Bucky you know splitting up is a bad idea!!! Get back here?

BUCKY CMON

CHADWICK!!!!

And Wanda!!!

Oh no

Vision is evil

A swap of Wanda Vision

Love does suck

Dammit Vision

Uh oh

Maybe run?

The scarlet zombie

What was your prom like Scott?

Wingardium leviosa!

OKOYE NO!!!!!

Dammit vision!!!!

How is she so powerful as a zombie but Stephen strange who has had more experience died so easily

I’m honestly shocked Vision would do something like this. It seems so out of character. I mean, the keeping her alive is probably realistic, but sacrificing innocent people to feed her sounds really out of character. Yknow, with his whole android super intelligence thing… and seeing his reactions in WandaVision really makes this feel out of character… eh whatever… it’s an alternative reality…

Man it’s infinity war all over again

BUCKY NO CMON MAN

Oh yay hulk saved Bruce

Well, Bucky has survived longer falls in the past so…

Poor Peter. You’re an avenger now, kid!

If he still stays in Hulk form couldn’t he possibly be immune?

Or are we gonna get a zombie hulk? Because if so, lol we’re all doomed. An unkillable zombie

Giant hope zombie

Poor Scott…

Soooo Bruce? Is he good? We just leaving him behind

Poor Peter jeez

“In my culture, death is not the end.” Oh man I’m gonna cry… I miss Chadwick so much. I didn’t know he was going to be in this episode. Wakanda forever, King.

“The world could use a little heart.” Well Scott doesn’t exactly have a body or a heart soooo…

Oh crap zombie Thanos. How did he get all the stones?

Wait what???? That’s it???? We don’t get any closure???? What about Banner? What about the cure? What??? Oh come on! Not even a part two? Are you kidding???

Well that is a disappointing ending… gotta say I had higher hopes… even if it had a bad ending, I was hoping for like, well, AN ENDING.

Need part two. Not enough questions answered. How did Thanos get zombified? You’d think he’d be pretty invulnerable with all the stones. He also only just came to earth. What about Bucky? Sure he was yeeted but he’s survived longer falls. And Banner? What about Thor and the guardians? Would an asgardian even be affected by zombieism? I mean we saw other aliens get affected so probably, but still.

Too many unanswered questions. Felt like they wanted to tell more but the editor sneezed and cut the episode in half on accident.

#marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #marvel studios #marvel series #marvel shows #marvel what if #what if #marvel’s what if #what if zombies

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holdin-out-for-a-hero · 5 years ago

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Rookie- Leon Kennedy X Reader Ch.13 Part 3/3 Finale

Warnings: None

A/N: thank you all so much for your support! I’m gonna make a sappy post pretty soon thanking you all and my plans for the future

That little girl was stronger than anyone you knew, though clearly upset by the news, she maintained composure. Wearing the red leather jacket on her shoulders, she studied the note again and again. Ruminating was not something she should be doing, so you thought of a way to distract her.

"Let's get you some breakfast," you said to the girl, ushering her off the bed and out of the motel room. You walked across the street to the gas station once again, telling her to grab whatever she wanted. You knew bribery wouldn't cure her broken heart, but it didn't hurt to try. She came back to you with a bag of mini-donuts, so you paid for them and headed back to the motel room. Leon was waiting outside the door when you came back, immediately looking inside the bag Sherry had. Was he that hungry, too?

Sherry only ate a few of the donuts, instead she kept reading the letter. It hurt to watch her eyes cross the same page a hundred times, but there was nothing you could do about it. Leon reached for the bag, but stopped when you glared at him. There were still a few snacks left, but the donuts were Sherry's.

There was a knock at the door. You and Leon looked at each other in confusion as you didn't know who to expect. If it was the woman from the front desk, she would have busted in already, so you had no idea who could be out there. You stood up and looked out the peephole. Two men in suits, you knew this was not good.

"Who is it?" Leon whispered to you.

"Suits?" was all you could say. Leon instinctively put Sherry behind him.

You opened the door slowly, flashing a smile to the two men in front of the door.

"Can I help you?" You asked.

There was one older gentleman who carried himself as though he were James Bond. Beside him, a wimpy looking guy. Both men flashed badges in your face. FBI. You had been though enough with Ada to not believe just anybody who shoved a badge in your face.

"It's gonna take more than that for me to believe you," you said, dropping the nice act.

Unfortunately for you, they were the real deal. They seized all three of you and took you to an undisclosed location. Then, they separated you. It disgusted you that they would do that, separate a child from the only people she knows, but you knew better than be surprised by it.

You sat alone in the interrogation room, wringing your hands as you waited for someone, anyone to end your pain. This was a mind game, and you knew it. They had already taken your outlandish statement, and now you waited while they decided your fate. This whole encounter proved to you that the US Government was either investigating Umbrella or protecting Umbrella, you prayed it wasn't the ladder.

You wondered what Marvin would think of this, what he would do. Pulling out you wallet (that you were surprised they didn't take), you unfolded your favorite picture; the one taken on your first day. Your eyes met Marvin's. He had on his signature frown, but the corners of his eyes were crinkled. Your missed that man more than anything. In the back of your mind you hoped that maybe, just maybe, he was watching over you.

The door to the interrogation room opened. The older man from earlier entered with a file in his hand.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," he smiled. You knew it was fake. "We have a proposition for you."

"What is it?" You asked, sounding more rude than you meant to. You couldn't help it, though. Not in this situation. The man chuckled a bit.

"The three of you know too much, that's for certain," he began, "but we know keeping the girl would be rather cruel. If you and-dangit-what's that boy's name?"

"Leon," you said through gritted teeth.

"You and Leon could be useful. Not many people could survive multiple encounters with biological weapons, let alone a viral outbreak. We think you two would be good agents."

"Good what?" You asked. Was he serious? Forcing you into a government organization?

"Agents, Ma'am. Or you could go into the witness protection program but we would keep the girl."

"You're sick!" You yelled at the man. He only laughed.

"Make your choice, though I believe I already know the answer."

You put your head in your hands. You couldn't believe it. What kind of sick, twisted person would do such a thing?

"I need an answer," he hummed.

"You know my answer."

"Good, it looks like you and the boy are on the same page."

There were a few seconds of silence before you spoke up again.

"Can I see them?" You asked.

"What makes you think I'll let you?" he laughed. You were sick of that laugh.

Then you had an idea.

"Counter-offer," you began, leaning back in your chair. This caught him off guard, and you couldn't help but smile. "Let me see them. Let me say goodbye to sherry, AND keep in touch with her. Also, don't separate me and Leon."

"What are you offering?" He asked, confused.

"A flash drive. One that I found in the umbrella lab, and put many official documents and emails on."

The man's eyes widened.

"But-but we searched you. You didn't have anything on you and there was nothing in the hotel room."

"I know where it is, though. Is it a deal or no?"

The man abruptly got up and left the room. You could hear a muffled conversation outside the door, and your grin grew even bigger. You knew that flash drive would come in handy, and you instinct to hide it was a Godsend.

He peaked back into the room, looking defeated.

"You've got a deal."

"Really? Now put it in writing."

The man cursed under his breath at your cockiness, before closing the door. After a few minutes, he came back with the newly printed contract, which you signed. Then, you demanded to see Leon and Sherry. The poor man couldn't catch a break, could he?

The door opened once again, and Sherry was led into your room. She looked as though she had been crying. Your pride disappeared as you brought the girl into a hug. You held on for what felt like forever, refusing to let go in the hopes that you could have more time with her.

You pulled away and looked back at the girl, tears brimming in your eyes again.

"We've got to talk, Sherry," you said to her. You knew this would be hard. "Me and Leon have to stay here, but don't worry, you can live a normal life now."

She looked at you, and you knew she didn't like that answer. But there was nothing you could do about it. It was for the best, for her best.

"We're gonna keep in contact, I promise. We're not abandoning you. I'll call you every night."

"You promise?" She said, here eyes red and ready too.

"Pinky promise. You can't break those," you said to her, lifting up a pinky and and curling it around hers.

Then Leon came in, immediately dropping to the floor to hug Sherry.

"I didn't think I would get to see you again," he said to the girl. He pulled away, holding onto her arms, "Now you be strong, everything's gonna be just fine. It might be weird for a while, but things are gonna turn out just fine."

He looked over to you, standing up and walking over to you as if he just noticed your presence. There was a look of amazement in his eye.

"I heard you made a deal," he said, "I'm curious, what deal did you make?"

"Remember that flash drive? The one I got from the lab?"

Leon's eyes widened. "You gave them that?"

"I didn't give it to them. I hid it, told them where it was. Wanna know where I hid it?" You were grinning at the last part, he was sure to get a kick out of it.

"Where?"

"In the lost and found box," you grinned.

"Eww," Leon laughed. "Thats really clever though. Make 'em dig through all that nasty stuff"

There was a pause in the conversation, you leaned against the table in front of you, just like Leon.

"Did they tell you all the conditions I had?"

"They said me and you could say goodbye to Sherry,"

"Seemed like they missed a few," you said, his eyes widened, "We get to stay in contact with Sherry, too, and they can't separate us. So you're stuck with me, Leon. I hope you don't mind."

You were surprised when Leon grabbed your face and kissed you, though you didn't mind. If anything, you rather enjoyed the way he showed his appreciation.

"Um, I'm still in here," Sherry said, and you and Leon parted quickly.

Pretty soon, they came back to take Sherry, and you and Leon had your tears, heartfelt goodbyes. You made sure to slip Claire's email address to her, as you had already memorized it. That left just you and him in the interrogation room now as you waited for whatever would happen next. In the meantime, though, you and him were talking about everything: The past, the future, hopes, dreams, fears, nothing was kept under wraps. You were so thankful that you and him just clicked, it was so easy to get along with him, to feel comfortable around him. The easiest though, was falling in love with him.

"I never thought my first day as a cop would wound end like this. I mean, look at us! We're working for the government now." He said, "We're about to be rookie agents."

Your eyes widened and breath hitched. No. No. Not again. You couldn't even believe it.

You were gonna be a rookie again.

"Are you kidding me!"

But maybe, just maybe, since you wouldn't be the only rookie this time, it wouldn't be so bad.

#leon kennedy #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy x reader #re3make #resident evil 2 #resident evil

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swlbarnes · 6 years ago

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Kindred Spirits - Jack Kline x Reader

Summary: Why are you the only person that can see Jack’s wings?

Pairing: Jack Kline x Reader

Word count: 6k (i didn’t mean for it to happen but here we are)

Warnings: self doubt from both jack and reader, jack being a total sweetheart as always bc that’s totally a warning

A/N: soulmate AU with Jacky boy bc he has wings too and dangit he deserves the ever so lovely cliche “soulmates can see an angel’s wings” trope. Hopefully this can satisfy y’all’s needs for fluffy Jack content, even if I did make it a bit too long. I got excited.

Taking Jack in after everything was strange to say the least. The boy was always exceedingly kind to you and consistently tried his best to make everyone around him happy, yet opinions on him were quite divided in the bunker for quite a while. While you and Sam both held strong to the idea that he was inherently good despite his parentage, Dean couldn’t seem to shake his grudge against him. Every time the poor kid tried to do something for the team, Dean would always be prepared with a snarky remark.

Another thing about Jack’s presence in the bunker that had your mind twisted in confusion was the large pair of wings behind his back. You had never really seen an angel’s wings before, and from what you knew of angel lore, no one but other angels really could see them. Cas has tried to explain it to you one night as you sat side by side in the library of the bunker, but he tended to use references to sciences that humans had no grasp of yet, making the whole thing a bit pointless, really. Needless to say, it was a pretty big shock when you took in the sight of the young nephilim’s wings. Was this because he was a nephilim? Do nephilims usually have their wings out and visible? You wanted nothing more than to come forward to the boys with all of your questions, but something about it felt… wrong. Surely if it was polite to ask about an angel’s wings, then they would have mentioned them already. Perhaps it was even dangerous to ask, seeing as Dean had no intentions of remaining civil with the boy, and he, too, remained silent on the matter. Besides, they were the ones that knew more about nephilims. Maybe it was best to just follow their lead.

It just didn’t add up. How were you the only one to notice them? His wings were massive. Jack was by no means a small man, but something about the vast size of his wingspan made his body seem minuscule. The grand appendages arched upwards from his back, looming above his head and shoulders before reaching out a few feet on either side of his body. Most of the feathers adorning them were a glimmering white that seemed to reflect back every color of the rainbow when hit perfectly with the light. Towards the bottom of each wing were a few rows of pure golden feathers. They each ended in a sharp point, the metallic fluff gleaming in a way that no earthly creature could. Everything about his wings gave off such a purely celestial energy, and to be honest, just looking at them made you feel utterly sinful.

You really did try your best to keep quiet about the whole thing. You promise you did. Sometimes you just… can’t do that, though. You cared about Jack incredibly deeply, and that was the exact reason that you had to speak up.

“I’m just saying, Dean, we can’t leave him here alone. Who knows who could come for him here? He’s not ready to defend himself alone. Plus, we need all hands on deck with this case. We should bring Jack with us,” Sam insisted from his place behind his laptop at one of the library tables. You raised a brow, peering over the research book in your lap. You were reclined in one of the plush armchairs off to the side, while Dean and Jack sat with Sam, one in front of him, and one by his side, respectively.

Dean rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest for what you could only assume was dramatic effect. “It’s too dangerous, the kid stays here. (Y/N) can look after him, we’ll do the hunt just the two of us.” His tone left no room to argue, yet Sam still managed to worm his way in for a rebuttal.

“Seriously?” The younger brother groaned incredulously. “We have no idea what this thing is, and you want to go in without backup? Look, whatever this is, it’s nothing we’ve faced before. Four men, all drained of blood by five crescent shaped puncture wounds to the neck. Not a bite mark, not a normal stab wound, nothing like that. We have nothing to go off of, and we need extra help. I’m just saying, Jack would be an asset.”

Dean opened his mouth, ready to retort, but you were quicker to the punch. “Jack can’t go, though,” you stated matter of factly. The room fell silent, and after a moment, you risked a look up to meet the three pairs of eyes looking your way. Dean appeared to be smug, as he usually was when you took his side in arguments. Sam’s jaw hung slightly ajar in shock at your claim. But Jack’s was the worst. Not only did his facial expression convey his deep betrayal, but his naturally shining, vibrant, proud wings hung low and dragged on the floor, the feathers dulled significantly. He looked broken. You immediately averted your gaze, unable to meet his eyes knowing you were the cause of that reaction.

“What? Are you seriously taking his side in this? After all your serious sit downs you’ve had telling him that Jack is a useful addition to the team, all those times you’ve given Jack pep talks, all that, yadda yadda yadda, was that all just fake?” Sam spat. His hazel eyes burned holes in your head. His jaw was clenched in an attempt to bite back on any words he might regret later.

Your eyes grew wide at the sudden fury radiating off the younger Winchester, but what shocked you even more were his words. How dare he say that? How dare he, in front of Jack, insinuate that you didn’t care about the nephilim’s well-being? You had been nothing but kind to him since he arrived, and you were forever grateful to have him around. But how could Sam not see the issue in all of this? “What are you talking about, Sam? Of course I believe all of that! I think Jack is a gift to this team and you know it, so don’t you dare suggest otherwise, especially in front of him. I care about Jack just like you do. I’d put my life on the line for him time and time again, and I think he’s one of the kindest, most genuine people I’ve ever met. Don’t you dare tell him I don’t,” you nearly growled out in reply. Your eyes were narrowed and you leaned forward to deliver him a glare of the same caliber.

Sam seemed taken aback by your comeback, but he refused to let you shock him into silence. “Oh really?” He scoffed. “Then what’s the problem, huh? Why can’t the kid come with us on this case? What could possibly be more important than keeping him safe with us?”

Finally, you couldn’t handle it anymore. You couldn’t bring yourself to care if it was rude anymore, you were doing this for Jack’s own good. “His WINGS!” You cried out, throwing your hands in the air in exasperation. “There, are you happy? I said it! Jack has wings! And I refuse to bring him somewhere that he can be captured by humans and treated like some kind of lab rat experiment!” You knew all too well how red your face was by this point. You could hear the blood pumping in your ears as you fought to catch your breath.

You waited for the gasps of disgust at your poor taste in words. You expected to be scolded within an inch of your life for having disrespected the signal of Jack’s power. You waited. Then you waited. Then you waited some more. And after waiting just a little more, you looked up to meet their expressions. They were far from the angry faces you had expected. Instead they just seemed… confused.

“Okay, now you lost me. What are you getting at here?” Dean questioned with furrowed brows. Your gaze darted back and forth between the three men expectantly, waiting for them to laugh and assure you that they were only joking, but they didn’t. Their faces held steady.

You felt much of your anger melting away into confusion. “I… what? Why are you guys so confused? I mean, he’s got… wings. I’m not trying to be disrespectful, I’m not saying they’re bad. I think they’re absolutely gorgeous and they look really soft and nice, but other people aren’t going to be so understanding and I don’t know what I’d do with myself if someone got to you, Jack,” You rambled on. Your nervousness quickly got the better of you under the nephilim’s watchful, curious gaze. You would be lying if you said that you weren’t attracted to the boy. It often made life in the bunker with him quite difficult, to say the least, what with his constant vibrant smile and carefree nature. After realizing you enjoyed binging on your favorite shows in your free time, he insisted on regularly sitting down together to watch whatever shows or movies you wanted him to see. He didn’t quite understand all of the concepts taking place in each of the plots, but he always tried his best, and he ALWAYS had your favorite snacks and enough blankets to last the winter. Little things like that were what made the hunting life more bearable, and most of those little things seemed to come from Lucifer’s son himself.

Sam looked to you, then to Jack, then back at you. “Are you saying that you… can see his wings?” He wondered aloud, gesturing towards Jack with one hand. You nodded slowly. This didn’t seem to be the answer he had expected, as he immediately asked again. “Like, right now? Right now you see wings… on him?” This time he added a second hand to the gesturing, clearly focusing the movements towards the boy’s torso. Jack shuffled a bit in his seat, but remained silent.

“Yes, Sam! Yes, I see Jack’s wings. Yes, I see them right now. They’re huge and white at the top and at the bottom some of the feathers are gold. One of them is tucked up to his back while the other is- oh, no, Jack! No, please don’t hide them away, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you!” You reached a hand out towards Jack in an attempt to comfort him, only to find that you were much too far away to do such a thing, especially since he had pulled the wing closest to you back in towards his back while you were speaking. His feathers ruffled a bit at your words, his eyes widening to match the subtle movement.

The nephilim turned his gaze to Dean before looking to Sam, clearly seeking an explanation. Each of the brothers could give him nothing but blank, questioning gazes. Dean leaned forward, placing his elbows on the table as he did so. “(Y/N), have you seen Jack’s wings the whole time we’ve known him?”

“Of course…”

“And you didn’t think to, oh I don’t know, freaking tell us about that?” His tone held an edge of anger that you were unsure how to process. The eldest Winchester seemed to snap at you far more often since Jack joined the team, and you were usually able to brush his words off and move on. This time, though, you weren’t sure if his annoyance was a result of Jack’s presence of your lack of action.

“I didn’t think anything of it! I thought everyone could see them!” You retorted, crossing your arms over your chest in a defensive manner. Dean’s body moved with his eyes as they rolled up to the ceiling and then back down to you once again.

“Seriously? You thought we wouldn’t mention that our new housemate has huge freaky wings growing out of his back? I can’t say that’s something I would usually overlook!”

A low groan passed through your lips at this. “Oh, really, Dean? I’m sorry that I didn’t find it odd enough to mention Jack’s wings. I was a little busy with my usual daily tasks, like trying to save your mother from another dimension and killing the last Prince of Hell! I’m not sure you’ve noticed, but Jack having wings is probably the least strange thing I’ve told you this week,” you growled out. After a beat of silence, you decided you couldn’t hold back your other grievance with his words. “And don’t call his wings ‘freaky,’ Dean. If you could see them you’d be singing Jack’s praises. They’re absolutely gorgeous, and guess what? You can’t argue, because apparently, I’m the only one of us humans that knows what they’re talking about!” With that, you sat back with a smug grin.

Dean, however, did not agree with your assumption that you won the argument. He gave a simple annoyed huff in response. “I still think you should’ve told us. Surely you didn’t think we were just ignoring them or whatever?”

You gave a vague shrug to this. “You two are the ones that did most of the research on nephilims, so I thought there might be some respect thing about mentioning them. I was just following your lead with this whole thing.”

Sam shook his head, deciding now would be the best time to interject before your voices began to rise once again in a resurrected argument. “Alright, let’s just forget the whole ‘you should’ve told us’ thing right now. What’s important is figuring out why you can see his wings. What does that even mean?” The taller of the brothers queried, his brows knitted together. Worry lines creased his forehead, much like the ones that made themselves visible on Jack and Dean.

You shrugged your shoulders once again in as nonchalant of a manner as you could. “Does it matter? It doesn’t really seem like a life threatening situation. It’s not a big deal, and we’ve got enough on our plates as it is, don’t you think?” You insisted. Your fingers tapped absentmindedly on the arm of the couch as the three men took a silent moment to think.

“I still don’t like it,” Dean muttered in annoyance, his gaze fixated on a minute pocket of air a few inches from his face.

“You don’t like much of anything nowadays,” was your comment in reply. This earned you a callous glare from the older hunter.

Sam let out a sigh as he leaned back in his chair. His arms stretched over his head, bent at the elbows so he could rub at his exhaustion ridden eyes. “I don’t know,” he spoke through a groan. “I don’t think it’s dangerous, but I’d still like to know why, you know? It might be important later on down the road.” You decided to drop the subject with a sigh, standing up to grab a new book of lore from a nearby shelf. Much to your satisfaction, they all seemed to follow suit, and the bunker library fell silent once more.

After that day, you began to notice the little things that started to change. You and Jack became closer than ever, the boy seeming to crave spending quality time with you whenever he could. Sometimes when night would fall and the nephilim’s demons continued to brawl inside his head, he would make his way into your room. It was easy to tell the difference between Jack’s footsteps approaching and either of the brothers. Dean’s steps were heavy and slightly uneven, and they echoed off the stone walls like a blaring police siren. Sam’s feet hit the ground with less force, but that didn’t make them any less noticeable. His boots still clacked noisily against the floors despite all of his efforts to remain quiet. Jack, however, was a whole different story. Jack’s bare feet shuffled almost silently up to your closed bedroom door on those nights. He wasn’t the biggest fan of shoes, and if he was allowed to go without them, then he would do so in a heartbeat. He would knock on your door, calling out that it was Jack, and asking if he could come in, just like you had taught him. Once he got your approval, he would step inside, closing the door behind him before diving into your bed and curling up next to you. Sometimes he would want to talk about it, other times he just remained silent. You trusted him to do what he felt he needed most, so you never pushed him. You just reached out and ran your fingers through his feathers until he drifted off to sleep at your side.

Sam continued to scour every piece of angel and nephilim lore he could find in an attempt to find an answer to your little winged mystery, but everything he read just came up empty. Most hunters didn’t even know angels existed, and most of the readings from nonhunters were just speculation. Even still, nothing he found could give him an answer. If the Men of Letters didn’t know about it, then he wasn’t sure how it settled with him.

It wasn’t until the brothers went out on their own hunt in Grand Junction that anything came of it all. In other words, it wasn’t until Castiel came back that you had any answers.

Your reunion with the seraph was tear filled to say the least. You remember clinging desperately to his form, your fingers curling into the familiar beige trenchcoat as if it might fade away any second, taking your dear friend with it. Jack was quick to show off his progress with his powers, much to your amusement. Your eyes couldn’t help but linger on the way his wings twitched in anticipation of his adoptive father’s reaction, and the smile that broke out on his face when Castiel praised him was enough to send your heart racing. Oh, you had surely fallen, and you had fallen hard.

Your mind hardly registered the complexity of your situation with Jack anymore at that point. You came to find that his wings were just as expressive as his face, and you were soon able to read the most minor of twitches and flutters with ease. This only served to bring you even closer to the man. It was that exact closeness that eventually led to Castiel’s discovery of your predicament.

You sat in one of the old wooden chairs in the library, Jack seated just to your left. The pair of you gazed listlessly at the dust ridden lore books splayed out on the table in front of you. Across the table sat the two older hunters and your angel companion, each one with their own piece of research material, whether it be in the form of a laptop or another one of the decrepit tomes stocked in the Men of Letters library.

The air of the bunker always seemed to carry a certain chill to it that never ceased to send chills up and down your frame. This night was surely no exception. You tugged desperately at the flannel covering your shoulders in an attempt to conserve some of your body heat, but your efforts were naught; the goosebumps along your arms remained undefeated.

Another all consuming shiver rattled your form before you decided to speak up. “Would it kill you boys to turn up the heating in this place?” You muttered in annoyance as you tugged your knees up towards your chest in order to keep warm. Dean peered up at you from over the top of his laptop screen, an amused grin tugging at his lips.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? A little chilly?” He mused. His tone was far from comforting, and the sound caused you to let out a huff of annoyance. “Why don’t you just go grab a jacket?”

You rolled your eyes in reply. “Because I’m inside at home and I shouldn’t have to wear fifty layers of clothing just to keep from freezing to death in the good year of 2019,” you insisted. You were on the verge of teeth chattering at this point, and therefore you made sure to speak through your teeth as if you were simply angry with the eldest Winchester - little did he know that you simply couldn’t talk any other way without sounding like a fool.

Sam let out a chuckle, only for the sound to be cut off with a cough as soon as your glare fell on him. His eyes focused back on the screen in front of him, his face wiped clean of his previous amusement. Good boy.

Jack turned to you with a look of concern etched into his features. “You’re cold?” He queried, his eyes scanning over the way your hands were rubbing relentlessly at your upper arms. You let out a hum and gave a quick nod of your head. At this reply, Jack wasted no time in unfurling his wings. The wing closest to you curled around just behind your back and around your shoulders. You were instantly encased in the warmth and the soft comfort of the nephilim’s wings. Your eyes fluttered closed, and for just a moment you allowed yourself to get lost in the sensation of his fledging flight feathers brushing against your skin.

A low hum of approval passed through your lips, a sound your brain only partially recognized before it left you. Your body curled subconsciously into Jack’s little embrace. “That’s a lot better,” you murmured, your voice hardly a whisper in the still air of the bunker library. “Thank you, Jack.”

You opened your eyes to look at the man by your side, and you were pleased to see the bright smile on his face. You were quick to return his expression before turning back to your lore book to continue translating the old ancient Greek text. Your plan to continue on as normal didn’t last very long, however, as only moments later Castiel spoke up in the quiet atmosphere.

“(Y/N)...” He pressed, his tone insistent but maintaining a soft edge as not to frighten you. You looked up towards the angel to assure him that you were listening. He cleared his throat and sat up a little straighter in his chair, if that was even possible for the eons old soldier anymore. “Do you… Do you happen to see Jack’s wings…?”

The question was a simple one. You’d been over this before. You’d talked through this with the boys already. Even after that first conversation, Dean insisted on asking you repeatedly for a few days afterwards just to try to catch you in some elaborate lie. There was nothing that should have made you pause about his line of questioning, but still, you found yourself hesitating at the sound of the query coming off of Castiel’s lips. This was an angel. He knows these things. This was different.

Your throat grew dry when sapphire blue eyes locked with your own. You did all you could to force down the rising lump in your throat, finally bringing yourself to squeak out a feeble, “yes…?” in response. You reached out and grabbed your beer bottle from the table, easily bringing it to your lips and taking a swig. Whether you were seeking out the dull buzz from the alcohol or the relief the liquid brought to your suddenly parched throat, you could never be sure.

This interaction didn’t go unnoticed by the taller of the two Winchesters. Sam’s head poked up from behind his laptop once again, his brows tugged together so much so that his forehead became littered with creased lines. “Cas? Do you know what that means? I’ve been scouring the lore night and day trying to find something, and I couldn’t find a single recorded instance of this,” he informed the angel, his voice dripping with concern.

Cas gave a dismissive shake of his head at the taller man’s efforts. “I wouldn’t expect it to be recorded anywhere. Soulmates are far too sacred for such things.” Castiel’s voice was always gruff, but there was something about this new information that sent his tones even deeper with thought.

Dean instantly began sputtering wildly at his friend’s simplistic statement. “You said the what now?” He cried out. The hunter’s eyes were saucers of emerald, glinting with the shock of what he just learned.

Cas finally broke from his reverie long enough to turn his eyes to the bewildered man to his right. His squinted gaze flickered to and from Dean’s expression. “I believe I spoke quite clearly. If (Y/N) is able to see Jack’s wings, then the only answer is that they are soulmates,” he clarified.

Your face was surely somewhere close to cherry red at that point, your jaw dropped open in utter shock. You couldn’t believe it. How could you believe such a thing? Jack was a creature that was truly one of a kind. Born of an archangel and a human and stronger than the devil himself, he was a symbol of hope for the future of humanity. You? You were just some poor sap that got roped into a life of nightmares and loss. The idea that he was meant to be with you so much so that the fates demanded it, it was dizzying.

Against all of your better judgment, you turned to spare a glance at the nephilim by your side. Much to your surprise, you didn’t find a fuming, disappointed hybrid, but a bubbly young man with a childlike excitement in his eyes. A broad smile adorned his lips and his chest puffed outwards with swelling pride. The wings on his back ruffled as they shifted to make themselves larger as well. The one wrapped around your form curled a bit tighter, pressing you closer to his chair.

“So,” Jack chirped, “does that mean that we’re meant to be together like Anakin and Padmé?”

You and Sam both visibly winced at the insinuation, but Castiel was the one to speak up. “Perhaps they aren’t the best idea of romance and healthy human relationships.”

Dean scoffed, snatching his beer from the table and tipping it back to take a swig. “Understatement of the century, man. He did kinda end up killing her when she was pregnant with their twins then spent his time undoing her life’s work to restore the democracy to the galaxy, but sure. Maybe they’re just a little iffy.”

Sam smirked and turned to Dean with his arms crossed over his chest. “I wasn’t aware you were well versed in Star Wars lore, Dean,” he teased, much to the older man’s annoyance.

“It’s Star Wars, man,” he muttered. “‘Course I’ve seen it. And the prequels were garbage.”

That was it, you had to speak up. “Guys!” You shouted, causing all four men to jump in their seats in fright. Their bewildered gazes landed on you. “Are you seriously talking about Star Wars when we just learned that Jack and I are soulmates? Can we please gain a little perspective!” You snapped. Jack’s wing pressed into your back in an attempt to comfort you, and to be honest, it did the job.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry,” Sam muttered, turning to Cas once again. “So, what exactly does this whole thing mean?”

Cas leaned back in his chair. His hands clasped together in his lap. “It is really quite self explanatory. An angel’s wings can only be seen by other angels and, in very special cases, that angel’s intended soulmate.” A pleased smile stretched across his lips as his eyes flickered back and forth between you and Jack. “Not many angels have the fortune of getting a soulmate, so this is truly quite remarkable. I’m glad you two have found each other. You deserve all the comfort your bond brings.”

Though you remained rigid with shock, you couldn’t help the smile blooming on your face from the sentiment. Castiel might be a ferocious warrior trained and worked as a soldier for eons, but at the end of the day the seraph would always be a huge softie.

“So is this like, God hath come down and decreed that these two shall bang?” Dean asked as bluntly as possible. You were sure that by that point, all the blood in your body was circulating through only your face and cheeks.

“D-Dean!” You scolded him. Your voice raised an octave or two in your embarrassment. The older hunter cast you a simple wink.

Castiel shook his head, paying no mind to the awkward atmosphere you were radiating in reaction to Dean’s words. “I’m unsure how their bond was put in place. For other angels, God did hand pick the angels and their soulmate counterparts and set the bond himself, however that was millennia ago. There have been no new fledglings since then, and therefore, no more bonds to create. How this one was made is beyond me.” The answer was just enough to answer a few of their questions, only to leave them with a handful more that would surely remain a mystery.

A low groan escaped your lips as you settled your forehead on your knees, which were still tucked up against your chest. This was too much. This was way too much. You hadn’t even spilled your feelings about Jack and you were already going to be rejected, and by your soulmate no less. Jack surely saw you as just a friend, and as much as it hurt, you vowed to go forward however he wished. A moment or two passed in complete silence before anyone moved.

“I’m gonna head to bed,” Sam announced. His chair legs squealed against the ground as he scooted away from the table to stand. The sound of Dean agreeing and standing up made itself prominent, followed by a quick whack!

“What?” Cas’s voice muttered in confusion. More silence, then, “Oh! Yes, yes I should leave as well. Very busy recently. Lots of things to get done. Being alive again is very time consuming. Good night everyone.” A tell tale flap of wings and a gust of wind strong enough to turn the pages of the book in front of you let you know that he had gone. Dean’s retreat to his bedroom was clear by the heavy footsteps overshadowing his faint muttering about Castiel’s cluelessness.

“(Y/N)?” Jack’s voice called softly from his place next to you. You let out a hum of acknowledgement, but refused to lift your head to meet his eyes. Apparently, this was not enough for the nephilim. He let out a sigh, and soon enough he had hooked his foot on the leg of your chair and dragged it over until it collided with his own with a clank! Even still, your head stayed down. “(Y/N) please look at me?”

“No thank you,” you muttered. Your voice was muffled through the denim of your jeans, but he understood you all the same.

Another sigh from the man. The wing on your back grew heavier against your shoulders, as though he was no longer making an effort to hold it up. “Is it really so bad that you have to be with me?”

Your body froze. His voice wavered with uncertainty and self doubt. That one question was enough to make your heart shatter in your chest. He sounded broken by his realization - no, his idea that you didn’t want him. He thought you were going to reject him.

Your resolve faded away in that moment, and you carefully lifted your head to meet his watery eyed gaze. His lip quivered slightly with his breathing, and it took everything in you not to hold him close and make sure he never has to suffer again. His hands were in his lap, fingers toying with the fuzzy material along the inside of his jacket. He always told you how much he loved the jacket because it was so soft. It comforted him when he got scared. He was seeking out that comfort. Because of you.

“Jack, no, that’s not what this is about at all,” you whispered, being sure to meet his gaze in an attempt to prove your truthfulness. “It’s not bad for me, Jack. Not at all. I just… I worry about how you feel about this whole situation. I’m not exactly the best option you could’ve had. You could’ve been soulmates with a nice, normal, everyday citizen with none of this emotional baggage coming along with them. Someone without a hero complex, or memories of Hell, or enough nightmares behind their eyelids to give Stephen King a run for his money. You could’ve had someone like that, but instead it’s just… me.” You fought to swallow the rising lump in your throat as you finished speaking.

“You… You aren’t ashamed of me?” Jack asked you in disbelief. The broken shards of your heart continued to crumble into dust. The absolute awe in his eyes over the simple fact that you weren’t ashamed to be his soulmate was devastating. He truly thought so little of himself already in his short life.

“Of course not, sweetheart,” you assured the nephilim. You dropped your feet back to the ground and reached towards him, resting your palm against his cheek. The tears he had built up along his bottom lid escaped their confines to trail down his cheeks. Your eyes followed the droplet as it made its way down along the curves of his face. Just before it reached his jawline, you raised your other hand up and swiped your thumb over the teardrop. Your finger followed the wet trail it left behind, wiping away the remnants until both palms were pressed against his cheeks. Your thumbs brushed carefully over his cheekbones as you cradled the man’s face in your hands.

“But I’m an abomination. I’m Lucifer’s son, I might be evil. I could hurt you. I could kill you!” He insisted, his eyes growing panicked with each passing second. You shook your head.

“You’re not evil, and you won’t hurt me. I trust you. And so what if the angels think you’re an abomination? They say the same thing about Sam, you know. Is Sam bad?” He shook his head slowly. “Exactly. Sometimes… Sometimes people are treated badly just because of who they are. It’s not right, and it’s not good, but it happens. That’s why we do our best to prove those people wrong. Okay? You’ve saved people, and you’re going to continue saving people, because that’s who you are. You’re good, Jack. You’re so good, and I wish I could get you to believe that yourself.”

Once again you found yourself staring back at a pair of red rimmed, tear brimming eyes. If you thought he was in awe before, then this was absolute disbelief. His mouth hung just slightly ajar as his eyes scanned your face for any signs that you were lying. A moment passed, and he must have been satisfied with his findings, because soon enough he was pulling you towards him and pressing his lips to yours. You leaned in to the kiss and your eyes fluttered shut. The taste of the soda he had off to the side still lingered on his lips, and all too soon you had to pull away.

Jack’s eyes were shining in the low light of the library. He pressed his forehead to yours, brushing his nose over yours in an affectionate manner. “I think I like kissing,” he commented in a soft tone.

A chuckle escaped you. “Feel free to do it anytime, then,” you welcomed with a dazed grin. Jack smiled before connecting your lips with his own once again. He pulled you flush against him, and soon enough you were encompassed in the soft warmth of a pair of large white and golden wings, encapsulating you two together and blocking out the rest of the world, because in the end, none of that really mattered. As long as you had Jack by your side, you knew you could get through anything.

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pokemonshieldmonty · 5 years ago

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Into the Weald and World

((Naturally this one’s spoilers since it’s on day one, though it only covers the first 20 minutes or so of gameplay. If you’re up for that, read on! Time for the first actual gameplay with Monty fanfic~))

Happened a little too quick for her--She knew adventure always did, in the stories her Pop told her, but Monty didn’t think she’d ever get to it herself. That crash, the Wooloo gone, and Hop charging off to see what’s up. Into the Slumbering Weald… But poor little Wooloo. She couldn’t leave it. Remembered all too well how bad it was, lost in a wood, and that was just the bright one down the way.

“We should tell someone where we’ve gone,” she tried. Screwed up her courage.

“No time for that,” Hop said. “Come on!”

So they went.

Into the Weald… Monty had never been in without Pop before, and that was just once, to fix the old gate when a Rookidee took off with the latch. Just two steps in was all they went. Bad enough. Who knew how far they’d go today…

The tall grass rustled. Monty shouted warning, threw Scaevola’s ball. The small grey bird swooped away from her and fluffed angrily. Rookidee! Did thinking call the blasted thing? She remembered poor old Argyle running from a flock of them once before Pop’s Hakamo-o clanged them off. So grass was no good with birds… She looked at Scaevola, little thing gravely gripping that stick with his little left hand. But you’re all I’ve got.

“Best make it quick, then.”

Few scratches, two Rookidees, and a Skwovet later, she caught Hop. “There ye are,” she gasped. The mist was heavy, hurting in her lungs. “Slow down!”

“There you are,” he said, though he started off slower. “Come on, that little Wooloo’s in here somewhere. Doing alright, Grookey? I’ll keep you in top form.”

Monty smiled a little as he sprayed a potion on Scaevola’s nicks. “Thanks, Hop. How’s your lot?”

“We’re fine, don’t worry.” He was antsy now. Courage still, but still. The Slumbering Weald.

And then the mist rolled in too thick. Monty’s eyes went wide and she dragged her collar up to cover her nose. She heard Hop start to say something about can’t see his hand in front of his face, but her eyes were on the dark thing staring towards them. She felt it before she saw, but no way to be ready for the seeing.

Dog.

Big dog. Monty swallowed her scream. Maybe the fog did too, hard to tell there. Scaevola’s shrill chirp grabbed her senses. So big… But nowhere to run.

“Growl, Scaevola!” Maybe they could bluster this.

Scaevola bared his little teeth his fiercest, but the thing just stared them down.

“Wha--?” Hop cried. “The move had no effect on it?!”

“I saw, I see.” Monty gritted her teeth. Didn’t want to make it mad, but-- “Try scratch!”

Scaevola screeched and lunged--no go. Too go. Went right through.

“Ghost type?” Monty breathed. Made sense. But no. It felt wrong. Not ghost.

The dog howled and Monty did scream. A rush of fog, of fear.

Hop was shouting something. Her name? “Monty! I can’t see anything! You okay?!”

“No!” she all but wailed. “There’s a dog.”

Hop’s incredulous stare was barely there in the mist. “We can’t see and can’t touch this thing and your big thing is it’s a dog?”

“It’s a big thing, alright?!” She tried not to cry, tried hard. “Scaevola, your branch!”

The little Grookey lunged. Something cracked. Dog’s eyes--the world--went white.

Monty reached for something--anything--found small and warm. And nothing.

Pounding feet, pounding head, pounding lungs. Something small and warm. Monty groaned and sat up, stood slow. The Weald still… No dog. She breathed out long relief and coughed hard. Scaevola chirped and churred in her arms.

“Ow…” So Hop was there too. That was good.

“Hop! Monty!” Leon’s voice, then a Leon in the fog, then real and solid. Monty could hug him, except her arms were full of Grookey. She settled for helpless, helpless laughing.

“Wha--? Lee?” Hop shook his head, gaping. “How’d you manage to find your way here? You’re pants with directions. You always get lost.”

Monty’s laugh calmed into a soft chuckle. Hop joking like nothing happened. It was fine, it was fine…

Leon put his hands on his hips. “Oh, that’s nice to hear from the little brother who had me worried sick! I’d been waiting ages for you two, and you never showed! Of course I came looking for the both of you.”

Ages? Monty bit her lip and tried to think. Just how long were we in here? Oh--Mum will be so fretting. Scaevola chirped again, softly, and Monty smoothed his fur. “It’s alright, little one,” she murmured. Skies but she sounded hoarse. Oh… “The Wooloo, Hop.”

He didn’t hear, but Hop was thinking the same by the sudden thunderstruck on his face. “Wait, where’s the Wooloo? We were trying to rescue that Wooloo!”

Leon just smiled and turned so his cape stopped blocking their sight of the path behind him. Wooloo bleated happily, cozied up to his Charizard. “The little chap’s just fine,” he said, patting Hop’s shoulder. “Though all of you had fainted by the time I found you here.” His smile faded. “You know this place is out of bounds… But it took courage to come in here all the same. And I can understand well enough why you did it.”

The smile turned back up again and his hand was back on his little brother’s shoulder. “You did good, Hop!”

Hop grinned, proud and maybe a little sheepish. “And at least that Wooloo’s alright, yeah, Monty?”

“Yeah…” Monty stroked Scaevola again. He was shaking, and that wasn’t mist that made his cheeks damp. Poor thing must’ve been scared. Some trainer I am, letting my Pokemon cry.

Hop was telling Leon about the weird Pokemon, but Monty stopped listening again. Something was wrong with her Scaevola.

“Where’s yer branch?”

He made a throaty little sound that somehow held all the saddest feel that Monty’d ever heard. Monty walked over a little ways to where he pointed. It was on the ground still, must’ve been dropped… And broken.

“Ohhh… My poor Scaevola.” Monty knelt and gingerly picked it up. It was still joined a little, the break only went maybe halfway through. So that was the crack she’d heard… “That’s no, no good. And my orders too…”

He reached up and patted her cheek. Monty smiled through the threatening tears and scratched his ear. Didn’t blame her, even if she did.

“You’re a good child,” she whispered. “Come on, it’s not gone yet.” She fished in her bag and found a roll of medical tape she kept for emergencies. “Maybe Mum can help.”

“Hey? Monty?” Leon and Hop had finished talking. “Now don’t wander off and get lost again!”

“I’m here, I’m here,” she called back. She picked up a few leaves and wrapped them like gauze around the broken stick, then taped them in place with a twig, a makeshift splint. “There, Scaevola. We’ll make it right.”

He purred gently and patted her cheek again, then took the stick from her hand. Monty ruffled his fur.

“All set?” Leon walked over to her. “Let’s get out of this place. You’ll be alright now that I’m here with you!”

Hop grinned. “Even if we did get an earful from Lee, what an experience! This’ll make a pretty fine first page in the tale of my legend!”

Monty nodded and laughed. “As ye like it, silly boy.” She coughed into her collar again and waved off his worry. “Come on, I miss the sun.”

The way out seemed so much less than the way in. Sunlight again so soon had Monty squinting hard and Scaevola purring at the warm, warm light. Leon kept going on ahead. Hop turned back at the foot of the stairs to Monty’s house.

“Don’t forget to tell your mum we’re off to Wedgehurst now,” he said. “She’ll go spare if you leave without a word--even worse than Lee just did!”

Monty chuckled. “Ye think that was spare? Nah. I’ll catch you there, never fret. Come on, lil’ Scaevola. She’ll just love ye.”

She sure did. Mum nearly dropped the dish she was washing as Scaevola chirped at her. “Well now, isn’t he just a sweetheart! And so you’re off to Wedgehurst? I heard the news from young Leon. I’m glad someone bothered to tell me!”

Monty grimaced. “I tried, Mum. Hop’s pushy.”

Mum sighed. “I know, I know. That boy will get you in trouble, just watch. But since today’s the day…” She ducked into the cabinet and pulled out a small parcel. “Here we are. I got your Trainer Card a sleeve to keep the rain off, and a bit of pocket money from your Pop and me.” She waved off Monty’s thanks. “You waited this long, dear. You more than earned it. Buy a potion or two at the Pokemon Center when you get there.” She knelt to pat Scaevola’s head. “Remember this Grookey will battle to the very end for you, so don’t you go pushing the poor dear too hard! And you, Grookey, look after my little Monty!”

“Mum,” Monty almost whined. “I’m not that little!”

Mum laughed and compared their heights with one hand. “Little enough, I’d say. Chin up, dear! Come home to rest anytime that you need. After all… east or west, home is best. Ah, this brings back memories, doesn’t it, Argyle?”

Argyle stretched and trilled sleepily from his sunny window box, then hopped down to shuffle over to Monty. She crouched as he bumped his head into her knee, and patted his soft fluff.

“Before I go, Mum, I did have a--oof.” She broke off with a short heavy cough. “Ach, dangit all.”

Fret caught Mum’s eyes and she hurried over to the kettle, turning it up to boiling. “Starting with a cold’s no good, now.”

Monty waved her off. “It’s no cold, just the wet. We got in some fog earlier, got me fierce, it did.”

“Well then, some tea will sort you right out.” Mum nodded decisively. “What else was it you needed?”

Monty pointed at Argyle and Scaevola. “Gramps has it figured out. See?”

Argyle managed to coax Scaevola into handing over his branch. He held it up for Mum to inspect.

Mum crouched to get a better look. “Oh, oh. That isn’t very good, dear. You want me to fix it?”

Monty nodded, suddenly nervous. “Ye can, right?”

“Of course.” Mum took it and ruffled Monty’s hair at her sigh of relief. “It’ll be just like mending Roisin’s twigs after that windstorm last week. I think I still have… Ah, yes.”

She found the packet of powder in its drawer and poured a second cup of hot water for it, setting Monty’s tea steeping in one and mixing the sweet-sharp stuff into the other. “You did very good in binding it like this,” she said, approving. “It’ll just need a soak. Very good in picking a Grookey, really. They can make plants grow, so your little one should be fine making this mend with just a little help.”

Monty wrinkled her nose as the powder turned the mix green. “Glad he don’t have to drink that.”

Scaevola sneezed. He sure agreed.

Mumsie laughed. “Just let it steep while you drink your tea. Give it… say, an hour? You can rest a while, show him your room and all.”

Monty smiled, resigned a little, but happier still, and scooped Scaevola up with one arm. Argyle helpfully grabbed the teacup and followed her upstairs as Mum went back to her cleaning.

They all sat together at Monty’s desk, watching the wind toss clouds.

“Well,” Monty sighed, “there ye have the truth of it, Scaevola.” She patted her collarbone and sipped at her tea again. “Sickly little trainer ye got yourself.”

Scaevola watched her, calm and quiet.

Monty met his eyes over her mug’s rim. “You… get it, don’t you? Not just me.”

Scaevola churred and touched her hand.

“Ahh…” Monty set her mug back down. “So, so. We’re the wind-whipped branch. We’re both the wind-whipped branch, ye see? Ye do, I know it.” She gently took his branch. “We’re broken.”

Scaevola patted her fingers again and tugged a little at the makeshift splint.

Monty smiled. “That’s right. But I lean on you, you lean on me, we’ll both stand tall.” She held out a hand. “Well now, what say ye?”

Scaevola pressed his palm to hers and purred and purred.

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meldaciomartyr · 6 years ago

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@loqis

They had never managed to bring him back to Niflheim. And slowly, Loqi had accepted it. They had explained why and how over and over – it was simply too dangerous. It could get them all killed. And with witnessing what the MTs did to Lucis… well, the crying had faded into a bitter feeling about the Empire.

Half a year later and Loqi shoved a small notebook, a map and his imperial dogtags over the desk towards Dave. He couldn’t look at him directly, he was still ashamed for what he was about to do. But he also felt that it was right. Dave and Leanne had given him anything he had now.

“Here. I have written down everything I know about the Empire in this and marked all bases and secret missions and everything they had planned that I have ever heard of. I listened to the radio calls and I know how to decipher them, they taught me the codes. So that is in there, too. But you have to… promise me to not give it to Insomnia. It is only for you. I will translate and decipher more for you, whenever you want… but then you have to promise me, to one day help me to get my family here. When its safe. I want to be a hunter one day, not a general anymore. You are more like a hero than all of these liars…”

They'd tried. Dangit if they hadn't tried their hardest to approach the imperial bases and explain the situation. Dave still had the scar on his arm to prove that first attempt at Aracheole Stronghold – a strike from one of the imperial officers had sent him diving for cover and Leanne had put the truck in reverse. He'd met her back at the rest stop to rethink this plan. The tracker had stopped beeping after the first twelve hours.

Another attempt had been made to use a radio, but the imperials blocked any incoming radio waves with their generator. They must've tried about a dozen times in that one week alone, juggling hunts, imperial hostilities and a small boy who was upset and frustrated at not being home yet. And as the weeks slowly trickled into one another, Dave had tried a few more times to get close enough to an imperial base to even propose speaking with one of the officers inside, but all he was met with was silence and the threat of being killed should he get any closer. No one believed him when he claimed he had a soldier belong to them; it was a ruse, they said and fired bullets at the ground as a warning.

So they had had no choice but to return to Meldacio as the weeks stretched; he had responsibilities and work to do, but not before Leanne fashioned a white cross to be placed in the ground by the crashed airship in the slough; children had died there. Children, regardless of what nation they belonged to.

Sitting in his own home, and Dave still couldn't shake the terrible feeling in his gut about Galahd; he hadn't heard from Kaleb in months. Word on the wire had it he was takig on far too many hunts in the south of Leide and along into Duscae; the furthest he could get from Meldacio. The furthest he could get from being reprimanded. Word had been sent to al the local tipsters that they weren't to broker any more hunts or bounties to him; Ulric was black-listed until Dave caught up with him. And that was exactly where he was heading come morning; to find his friend and stop him from doing something stupid.

The sheet of paper was slid across the kitchen table and the Head Hunter blinked; it was the middle of the night. Kimi was asleep and Leanne - he'd thought Loqi was too. Of course the little boy was styaing with them; where else could they send the poor kid? Eyees skimming down the page, Dave didn't know how to respond – this was a big deal for the child. No matter how much others had whispered about the Empire, Loqi had always remained loyal to them. But this information would save so many lives.

“C'mere for a sec,” one hand reached out to mess up the little boy's hair, and Dav picked up the small notepad and held it up between them. “I am very grateful for this info, Loqi, an' I swear to ya I ain't gonna let anyone else see it. You can help me plan our missions, decide when to evacuate the innocent folk before the airships hurt 'em okay? No Crown City, no soldiers – we jus' save the folk who can't save themselves. We're not heroes, we're just good people. The Hunters don't pick sides in this war, but we jus' help the folk that're affected.”

Didn't matter was race or creed – if someone needed help, then the Hunters of Meldacio would offer it. They'd been without a magical Wall for longer than anyone could recall, so they'd be the first to help the people who found themselves outside the safety of Insomnia. Moving to kneel in front of Loqi, Dave kept his voice low but he meant his words with utmost honesty. “M'gonna keep trying to get you home if it's what ya want.” He reached out and took the imperial dogtags, putting them around his neck instead. “- and I’ll hold onto this in case ya want ‘em back, alright? Until then Meldacio's yer home, and when we find your family ... I promise they got a place here too.”

#loqis #{ cogwheel Au }#this got a bit long-winded ...#D:#submission

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SHIPS HAVE SAILED

Sasha and Jamie (youwinatball) - Sasha returned to the cabin, followed by Jamie. Sasha looked like his mind was reeling, whereas Jamie still just looked...'thoughtful'. Aurey [determination-saved] - Today at 9:47 PM Aurey follows, clearly more relaxed now that she's away from the noise. "I- I'm sorry I just- I had to get away it was too loud" Sasha and Jamie (youwinatball) - Today at 9:48 PM "Yeah, I get it," he nodded. Sasha went to buy a bag of poptato chisps. Eating usually helped him calm down. Aurey [determination-saved] - Today at 9:48 PM "....." She sits on a couch, fidgeting with the pendant still. Sasha and Jamie (youwinatball) - Today at 9:49 PM Sasha sat down with her, opening his bag and munching awkwardly on chisps. Aurey [determination-saved] - Today at 9:50 PM ".... t- thanks.... f- for putting up with the weird stuff I do..." She leans against him, smiling slightly. Sasha and Jamie (youwinatball) - Today at 9:51 PM Sasha couldn't help but chuckle and lean in. "I tend to think I'm the weird one..." Aurey [determination-saved] - Today at 9:51 PM "How are you weird....?" Sasha and Jamie (youwinatball) - Today at 9:56 PM He shrugged. "Well, I get all weird and emotional... I often get all touchy feely and end up overstepping boundaries in what I say and do... But I also miss hints a lot when people drop 'em, then they're so obvious after the fact... I get attached to people so easily and let their feelings affect mine...even if it's someone who harmed me before..." Aurey [determination-saved] - Today at 9:57 PM "..... You aren't the only one who gets attached to people easily.... even if it hurts me in the end...." She forces a smile.... but it's painfully obvious. Sasha and Jamie (youwinatball) - Today at 9:58 PM Sasha blushed a little, then he smiled at Aurey and wrapped his arms around her. He was still holding the poptato chisp bag, but he managed to hold that out of the way when hugging her. Aurey [determination-saved] - Today at 10:04 PM She smiles, and snuggles close to him. ... Aw screw it. "Hey, Sasha.... Do'ya got a bandaid... Cuz I scraped my knee falling for you." She snickers. "I- I- I'm so sorry I had to...." Aurey [determination-saved] - Today at 10:06 PM Aurey snickers at her terrible attempt at flirting. "I- I am so sorry Sasha I once heard that and I've always wanted to use it on someone." Sasha and Jamie (youwinatball) - Today at 10:09 PM Sasha appeared lost in thought, then Aurey snapped him back. "O-Oh, you scraped yourself? Er, maybe I could..." He was about to get up and was halfway towards doing so when something suddenly clicked. He slowly started chuckling and he sat back down. "Dangit...”

Aurey [determination-saved] - Today at 10:09 PM She laughs. "Oh my godddddd did you really- snrk-" Sasha and Jamie (youwinatball) - Today at 10:11 PM He grinned sheepishly. "I said I'm the weird one..." He chuckled. Aurey [determination-saved] - Today at 10:12 PM She snickers. "Are you kidding? I'm weird! At this point I don't even know my own virtue!" She summons her soul. A gray glow covers it, masking the original color. But there are clearly two large cracks in the sides of it. Sasha and Jamie (youwinatball) - Today at 10:13 PM "Aww..." Sasha pouted at its condition. "Would you like me to kiss it and make it better?" He actually leaned in to smooch the physical manifestation of Aurey's soul. Aurey [determination-saved] - Today at 10:14 PM She jumps, not expecting that, shuddering. "I- I.... it's been like that f- for a long time.... E- even at the last camp. I- it's most of the reason why I'm dead, h- heh...." It disappears, and she chuckles. Sasha and Jamie (youwinatball) - Today at 10:16 PM Sasha giggled. He held his hands up in front of his chest at either side and began to focus... A small mass of green energy appeared and took the form of a green heart. He smiled at Aurey, letting her look at it. Aurey [determination-saved] - Today at 10:17 PM "But yeah... it's uh.... kinda why I'm in the virtue cabin. Don't even know my own virtue." She laughs, nervous. "I- i- it makes no sense to me....! I should know my virtue! I was Underground! I still am...." She trails off, looking at it. "Woah....." Sasha and Jamie (youwinatball) - Today at 10:17 PM "Learned how to do this after all that time I spend Underground," he smiled. "It's weird to think that this glowing heart thing represents my entire being or whatever..." Aurey [determination-saved] - Today at 10:18 PM "Yeah.... weird to think of that......" Aurey [determination-saved] - Today at 10:19 PM "That's... really cool that you learned how to do that.... Not long after I fell, I figured it out...." Sasha and Jamie (youwinatball) - Today at 10:20 PM "Kinda scary to think that...someone really damaging this thing could kill me," he shuddered. "But...I trust you enough to bring it out for you," he smiled. Aurey [determination-saved] - Today at 10:21 PM "....." She smiles. "I- I wouldn't hurt anyone anyways..." Considering what good THAT did me.... She has a sad smile on her face. Sasha and Jamie (youwinatball) - Today at 10:23 PM Sasha smiled thoughtfully at Aurey. Then he waved his hands in a manner which caused the physical accumulation of his being to 'vanish'. Aurey [determination-saved] - Today at 10:25 PM She smiles, and hugs Sasha, snuggling close. "I'm probably being sappy here but I really love you. You're so sweet and kind and compassionate and-... You're amazing, Sasha..." Sasha and Jamie (youwinatball) - Today at 10:26 PM "You're amazinger." Nose nuzzles. Aurey [determination-saved] - Today at 10:26 PM She smiles, nuzzling back. "Nah. You are." Sasha and Jamie (youwinatball) - Today at 10:26 PM "No, you." Nuzzles! Aurey [determination-saved] - Today at 10:27 PM "No...!" She giggles, grinning. Nuzzles! "You are!" Sasha and Jamie (youwinatball) - Today at 10:29 PM "No You are!" He giggled, as more nuzzling happened. "Oh, get a room," the sheriff's daughter could be heard hissing in the background, though she was cracking a smile.

Aurey [determination-saved] - Today at 10:30 PM BLUSH from Jamie's comment. "I- I.... uhhhh" Oh dear. Jamie's comment seems to have broken the poor child. Sasha and Jamie (youwinatball) - Today at 10:31 PM Sasha was also embarrassed by his Soulmate's words, as he immediately sat up start and shrank on the spot awkwardly. Jamie just went for a glass of decaf Aurey [determination-saved] - Today at 10:31 PM Aurey just..... hides in her vest. Dying. Sasha and Jamie (youwinatball) - Today at 10:35 PM "Um..." Sasha wanted to say something to break the tension. "I-I'll go grab my things from Green Cabin. Be right back!" With that, he stood up and took off. Aurey [determination-saved] - Today at 10:36 PM "O- Okay...!" as soon as he's gone, she groans, hiding her face and sliding down in her seat. "Ughhhhhhhh...." Sasha and Jamie (youwinatball) - Today at 10:39 PM Sasha returned; he was carrying his pajamas, toiletries, and a change of clothes for tomorrow. Jamie had already left, it seemed. Aurey [determination-saved] - Today at 10:43 PM Aurey smiles at him. "H- hey...." She's calmer... sort of. Sasha and Jamie (youwinatball) - Today at 10:44 PM "Hey..." He smiled back. "Did Jamie leave?" Aurey [determination-saved] - Today at 10:45 PM "..." She looks around. "I guess so. I didn't notice." Sasha and Jamie (youwinatball) - Today at 10:46 PM Holding his things, Sasha looked around for the stairway, trying to remember where it was. "So...wanna go up now?" Aurey [determination-saved] - Today at 10:46 PM ".... there's.... a lot of people up there.... And I uh.... always have my stuff with me anyways....." She laughs nervously. "And they're all probably talking about that virtue trial thing...." Sasha and Jamie (youwinatball) - Today at 10:47 PM "Oh..." He smiled sheepishly. Admittedly, he wanted to check out the upper level, but she was probably right. "Um...maybe we can set up some blankets on the couches down here..." Aurey [determination-saved] - Today at 10:47 PM "Yeah...." She smiles. Adie (overtaleblog) - Today at 10:48 PM speaking of which both Aurey and Sasha's camp neo pins have a message from Adie! "sorry to interrupt lovebirds, but do you think Jamie would be willing to join out team? Sorry to be annoying but she's the only justice soul I know" Aurey [determination-saved] - Today at 10:49 PM She jumps. "Gah...! Darn it Adie!" Blush.

Sasha and Jamie (youwinatball) - Today at 10:55 PM Sasha jumped as well--he forgot he was wearing that thing! "Er..." he looked awkwardly at Aurey before locating his pin to hold it down. "Umm... We kinda lost track of Jamie a bit ago... Maybe she went to bed? Could ask her tomorrow if that's not too late..."

Aurey [determination-saved] - Today at 11:00 PM She smiles awkwardly. She feels weird.

Adie (overtaleblog) - Today at 11:03 PM "okay thanks! I'll update you if we get a justice before then though”

Sasha and Jamie (youwinatball) - Today at 11:04 PM Sasha nodded, even though Adie wasn't physically there. He sent another message: "OK... See ya tomorrow, either way!"

Aurey [determination-saved] - Today at 11:05 PM Aurey grins. "A- anyways....." Why am I so flustered oh my god

Sasha and Jamie (youwinatball) - Today at 11:07 PM "Umm..." Sasha sheepishly tried to remember what they were doing. "Right! Blankets! There, uh..." He pointed upward, "should be blankets upstairs we can bring down, right?"

Aurey [determination-saved] - Today at 11:08 PM "Y- yeah...."

Sasha and Jamie (youwinatball) - Today at 11:08 PM Sasha nodded. Awkward pause. "You, uh, wanna, or should I...?"

Aurey [determination-saved] - Today at 11:09 PM ".... I- I can do it...." She gets up, and runs upstairs.

Sasha and Jamie (youwinatball) - Today at 11:10 PM He sat down and waited. Boy, he felt super weird tonight.

Aurey [determination-saved] - Today at 11:11 PM Aurey is back with some blankets... and then she trips over one. Good thing she landed on the blankets! ... face first.

Sasha and Jamie (youwinatball) - Today at 11:11 PM "Omigod!" Sasha was immediately on his feet, running to help her up.

Aurey [determination-saved] - Today at 11:12 PM She laughs, getting up. "I'm okay!" She snickers, grinning. "I've had worse anyways."

Sasha and Jamie (youwinatball) - Today at 11:13 PM He hugged her, smiling. "Glad you're OK! Blankets to the rescue!" As he stood up, he looked down and saw he was still in his day clothes. "Oh, right... Be back in a sec!" He took his pajamas and toiletries into the bathroom.

Aurey [determination-saved] - Today at 11:15 PM She snickers. "Okay." She sets the blankets on a couch and sits next to them, waiting.

Sasha and Jamie (youwinatball) - Today at 11:16 PM After a few minutes, he returned with his teeth brushed, his bladder emptied (again), and dressed in sky blue jammies with strawberry prints on them.

Aurey [determination-saved] - Today at 11:18 PM She snickers, looking at her outfit. "I only have the one outfit. You're lucky to have PJ's and stuff." Sasha and Jamie (youwinatball) - Today at 11:19 PM He chuckled. "Pays to have parents to come to when ya come back to life. Even if your parents are senior citizens now..." He went to go help spread the blankets out. Aurey [determination-saved] - Today at 11:20 PM She smiles... but looks sad at the mention of parents. "heh... yeah..." She helps him spread the blankets out.. Sasha and Jamie (youwinatball) - Today at 11:21 PM

Sasha planted a pillow at the end of one of the blankets and smiled. "Looking like some real cozy beds here," he cheered. Aurey [determination-saved] - Today at 11:22 PM "Yeah!" She grins. His enthusiasm is infectious, and she's not sad anymore. Sasha and Jamie (youwinatball) - Today at 11:24 PM Once everything was set up, Sasha crawled in to get some shuteye. "Well...night, Aurey... Still hard to believe this is our last time going to sleep here for the next several months, but...at least we'll have our pins!" Aurey [determination-saved] - Today at 11:25 PM "Yeah.... Night Sasha... I hope I can see you again...." She flops onto the blankets, used to being cold. "....." should I ask....? ..... I dunno.... Sasha and Jamie (youwinatball) - Today at 11:26 PM Sasha was already snuggling into his blankets and looking cozy, but it doesn't appear he's fallen asleep just yet. However, it might be in Aurey's best interest to say anything she might wanna say now before he does fall asleep. He's kind of a heavy sleeper. Aurey [determination-saved] - Today at 11:27 PM "..... OkaythisisreallyawkwardIknowI'vebeenreallyawkwardtonightbutwillyougooutwithme?" [*There is a sense of contentment in the air, from an unknown force.] Sasha and Jamie (youwinatball) - Today at 11:28 PM There was a moment before Sasha's eyes blinked back open. "Er...what was that?" Seems his brain wasn't awake enough anymore to process fast mumbling like that.

Aurey [determination-saved] - Today at 11:36 PM "....." She sighs. "Will.... will you go out with me....?" She sounds very nervous.

Sasha and Jamie (youwinatball) - Today at 11:39 PM Sasha looked mildly surprised by the question at first, lying there thoughtfully with a little red on his face. Then he pulled himself up, looking at her with a thoughtful (if sleepy) smile before leaning over to kiss her on the cheek. He felt that answered the question well enough, so he tucked himself back in and mumbled, "Night, hun...” Aurey [determination-saved]-Today at 11:41 PM She blushes, and cheers mentally. "N- night Sasha...." She grins, and sends a message over her camp pin as she flops back over.

#Hey Guess What I Did! [Discord Logs]#Sasha X Aurey

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