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artzychic27 · 3 years ago

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The Artist Family? (new movie)

A month has passed since Marc and Nathaniel met and fell in love at age fourteen, now they’re dating

To celebrate their one month anniversary, they decide to visit one of the most romantic spots ever- The burned-down forest they met in- Only to run into some trouble

The mobs from their previous homes have still been looking for them since the incidents and were finally able to track them down

The couple manage to escape the angry mob with the help of Marc’s spiders and a friendly severed hand who cause a distraction

So they can get away quicker, That drives them in an old hearse he found in a graveyard

Marc: Mi querido, why must hoards of angry villagers follow us everywhere?

Nathaniel: *Kissing Marc’s hand* Meyn ziskeyt, I swear to you, we will find someplace so dark, so sinister, so dastardly that no one in their right mind would be caught dead in!

*They arrive in Paris*

Nathaniel: Huh. I see it’s changed over the last few centuries. And I’m noticing a lack of guillotines.

As they lament about how they can’t keep running for the rest of their lives, That, who was recklessly driving, runs over something in the middle of the road, right near an old funeral home shrouded by fog and cut off from the rest of the city

Marc/Nathaniel: *Excitedly* We hit something!

They rush to see who or what they’ve hit, and see that the figure is a blonde, pale young man who seems to have most of his organs missing

They realize that the person they ran over is Félix Culpa, a young man who died centuries ago, but was never given a funeral because the mortician prepping him got the plague. He regains consciousness and goes to attack the two, but Nathaniel just hands him their bags

Nathaniel: Thanks, man. Hey, you mind showing us around the place?

And that’s how Félix became their butler

When they arrive at the old funeral home, they’re given a very warm welcome.

Spirit of the House: GET OUT!

Marc: ... It’s hideous.

Nathaniel: It’s horrible...

Marc/Nathaniel: It’s home.

Weeks goes by, and more people begin to occupy the home, making amazing first impressions

Marinette and Alix actually snuck in and have been living in the walls for a short period of time until Félix found them

Marc found Rose resting in one of the open graves in the backyard

And Juleka Samara-crawled out of the swamp with her hair covering her face

The six of them share their backgrounds, sympathize with each other about how they were run out of their homes, and make the decision to change their last names to Artist

Now they’re sixteen while Alix is still fifteen

Meanwhile, down in Paris, Gabriel Agreste is taking the fashion world by storm, and his clothing (All basic and dull) is a big hit in Paris (For reasons no one understands but they won’t say anything for fear of not fitting in)

His son, Adrien Agreste goes for a bike ride through the woods with his two friends, Nino and Alya, where they come across the gate that separates outsiders from the Artists’ home

They’re immediately scared away when Marinette opens the creaking gate that sounds like the end of the world when opened

Also, Alix’s sinister sixteen is coming up in a few weeks, and part of the celebration is a swordfight, which she is nowhere near ready for

Nathaniel: Alix, you need to practice. It’s the day your family and friends judge you and pass judgement on your worth as a human being!... It reminds me of Hanukkah.

During one dinner, Marinette asks a question that shocks everyone

Marinette: Do you guys think things beyond the gate have changed?

Juleka: ... What?

Marinette: It’s been years, surely things must be different now. Earlier today, I swore I heard people.

Marc: Outside is forbidden.

Marinette: But-

Marc: Forbidden!

Back in the city, Gabriel is anticipating the arrival of tourists to buy his new line of clothing which he calls, Conformist

While filming a commercial, a red balloon floats astray and makes its way towards the Artists’ home, which Marinette finds as she’s “helping” Alix prepare for the Swordfight

Alix: Why are you helping me?

Marinette: Because. You are like my sister... And... I... Love... You...

Alix: ... You seem trustworthy.

Big mistake

Marinette: *Walks inside with the balloon* Good news, Alix is gone.

Marc: *Holding a sword to Nathaniel’s neck* Mari, go dig up Alix.

Marinette: You and Nathaniel are once again weakening this generation.

Nathaniel: *Points to balloon* Mari, where did you get that?

Marinette: I’m not sure.

Marc: Strange. There’s usually a murderous clown attached to the other end of these.

Juleka: *Gasp!* And what is this?! *Plucks a piece of pink confetti off of Marinette’s shoulder*

Nathaniel: Smells like cotton candy. *Off their confused looks* I was young and stupid, alright?

The Artists go outside where they find rainbow confetti raining down, and the fog that covers their home is lifting up, revealing to them the town

Much to Marc’s protests, Nathaniel suggests they go see the place for themselves

Marinette: This day is becoming most miraculously disruptive.

While filming another commercial, the Artist Family’s house is in the camera’s shot, and Gabriel passes out the second he sees it

*Somewhere else* Nino: ... I feel an overwhelming sense of... Joy.

The Artists arrive in their hearse, and immediately capture the attention of the other Parisians. They’re given strange looks wherever they go, and sometimes people run away screaming

No one has run them out with pitchforks yet. Yay!

Alix: Guys! *Pulls a tire off of a police car* They’re just giving these away!

Juleka: Alix, mind your manners, people might want tires, too.

After getting coffee grounds, the Artists come across Adrien, Alya, Nino, Chloé, and Lila in the park, prancing around in pink and blue outfits and singing about being conformists

Rose: Wow... That is absolutely horrible!

Marinette: ... *Dumps coffee grounds* I’ve suddenly lost my appetite. However, that blonde boy... Intrigues me

And it seems the feeling is mutual when Adrien steals glances at the gothic girl with braids

Rose: ... Yeah, I’m done with this song. *She hikes up the hem of her robe, releasing hundreds of bats that scare off the crowd* Done and done!

Done with these people, Marc wants to leave, Nathaniel insists that things have changed, but his boyfriend is still reluctant... Cue Gabriel

He insists on hiring interior decorators to fix up the Artists home (So tourists aren’t scared off) Marc, with some urging from Nathaniel allows him to do so.

Marinette: That man seems deranged. His face reminds me of a death mask.

*Somewhere else* Nino: In the future... I will have a new friend. Blue hair. Braids.

Back at the Artists Home, Nathaniel, Juleka, and Rose help Alix prepare for her Swordfight

Rose: Of all the Sinister Sixteens I’ve seen, Nathaniel’s was the stuff of legends.

Juleka: So no pressure!

Gabriel, Adrien, the design crew, and the news crew arrive, ready to remove the gloom and macabre form the Artists’ home

Félix: *Answers the door* Youuuuuu raaaaaanng?

Adrien: *Calling Alya and Nino* Hey, so I’m going into the creepy mansion. If I don’t come back, I’m dead... I love you too, Nino... Yes, Alya, I know he’s your boyfriend.

Much to his relief, Adrien is left outside and goes around back to explore

Gabriel: I do hope this isn’t a bad time.

Nathaniel: The worst!... Do come in.

Gabriel spends most of the time making light criticisms and jabs at the decor, the Artists themselves, their clothes, and Marc’s spiders (Which he considers the greatest insult)

Meanwhile in the backyard, Adrien is nearly killed by a crossbow. To his horror and awe, he finds the shooter: Marinette in all of her dark glory

Immediately, he develops a small crush on her. She’s not like the other girls at school who constantly cling to and flirt with him because of his father’s wealth

He tries his hand at impressing her by shooting an arrow, but accidentally shoots Rose, which actually does impress Marinette

Adrien: So, why haven’t I seen you and your siblings at school?

Marinette: We’re coven-schooled. But, blondie, do tell... *Leans in close so she can hear Adrien’s rapid heartbeat* Can anyone attend your school?

Gabriel and his crew leave, having made no renovations to the Artists’ home. And when Nathaniel explains that family and friends will be coming over for Alix’s Sinister Sixteen, that just motivates the designer even more

Down in Gabriel’s secret lair, he spies on the Parisians through a social media app where he fills the comments section with rumors about the Artists, saying they’re anarchists and breed spiders... Okay, so they’re not all rumors

*The Next Day* Nathaniel: Monochrome, I know the man is an eccentric, but- *Marinette appears behind him* Aah!

Marc: Mari, you know Nathaniel scares easily. Practice your lurking on someone else. *Marinette appears behind him* Better. Now what’s on your mind?

Marinette explains that she wants to atener school, much to Marc’s horror and Nathaniel’s excitement. She needs to torment more kids her own age.

Marc doesn’t want her to go, worried she might fall under the influence of the... Conformists, but Nathaniel somehow convinced him

Marinette walking into school: Ah, so these are the gates of hell.

Adrien, while being crowded by girls he doesn’t even like (Especially Lila and Chloé) becomes awestruck when he sees Marinette walking in. She looks like a beautiful demon queen

Lila and Chloé see this and try to intimidate her, but this is what Marinette says,

Marinette: Listen you future plastic surgery disasters, I’m not locked in here with either of you. You and your outdated, distasteful “outfits” are locked in here with me. And don’t you forget it.

Alya just might dump Nino so she can ask this girl out. Polyamory works too. / Adrien: Back of the line.

Mendelive’s biology class: They’re dissecting frogs.

Adrien: Aw, I feel bad for doing this.

Marinette: Relax. Rose showed me how to do this hundreds of times. *Cue Frankenstein equipment* FLIP THE SWITCH! *Adrien flips the switch and electrocutes all of the frogs* LIVE! LIVE MY CREATURE!

The frogs come to life and attack Lila and Chloé. Karma at its finest. Alya and Nino are impressed by her more than ever

Alya: It is an honor and a privilege to watch you work, spooky girl.

Back at the Artists’ Home, it’s game night! They’re playing the game of Death, but Marc isn’t focused. It’s late and he’s wondering where Marinette is

Finally, she arrives, but much to Marc’s horror, she has a Ladybug hair clip! He’s in so much shock that his face flushes red and a bat has to drink his blood

Marc: What. Is. That?

Marinette: Adrien calls it a “Pop of color” says it brings out my... Smile.

Marc: You don’t have a smile.

In order to see what’s going on with his sister/friend, Marc suggests they do ‘Tea & Seance’ like old times... Only she bails to hang out with Adrien, and they give each other makeovers as acts of rebellion

Meanwhile, Alix is upset because she still can’t get the hang of sword fighting and Nathaniel has been working so hard to help her

Marinette returns from her hangout with Adrien, almost making Marc faint when she shows up wearing pink and her hair in pigtails.

Marc: Okay, this is where I sever the line! You are not going back to that school!

Marinette: *Gives him the evil eye before leaving* You can’t tell me what to do.

Juleka: Dear Hades, that is some evil eye.

Horrified by Adrien’s new gothic look and attitude, Gabriel spreads more rumors about the Artists

Frustrated by the lack of support from her family/friends, Marinette runs away and goes to stay with Adrien

Alix: I always knew it would end up like this. Just didn’t know when.

Marinette: Farewell, Alix! I will never forget you, but I’ll try.

The next morning, Marinette, Alya, and Nino are helping Adrien look for his phone, which Gabriel his hidden punishment for his new look

While looking, they stumble across Gabriel’s lair and discover he’s been spying on everyone in Paris. Gabriel discovers them snooping and locks them in Adrien’s room while he goes to greet the tourists... And some unexpected guests

Nathalie: *Dials Gabriel* Gabriel, it’s an emergency. They’re here! The Artist Family!

The Artists more... Eccentric family members (Gina Dupain, Uncle Wang, Master Fu, Luka, Fei, Jagged, Penny, and the art teacher for example) have arrived to attend Alix’s sinister sixteen.

Things are going well so far. Juleka reunites with Luka, Fei battles Gina to the death, but Marinette still hasn’t arrived, so they do the sword fight without her... Which Alix fails.

As Nathaniel consoles her, a cannonball shoots through the wall. Gabriel somehow got a catapult for the mob to use

Marc: It’s Gabriel. He’s turned the town into a mob.

Juleka: I oddly admire his determination.

While the mob fires more cannonballs and destroy the house, Alix tosses her sword and grabs her explosives, successfully protecting her family... Until a cannonball blocks their only exit and she runs out of ammo

Just as the ceiling begins to fall and it seems like the end, Marinette, Adrien, Alya, and Nino come in just in time and save them all thanks to the possessed tree

She and Marc reconcile

Marc: I’m so glad you came back.

Marinette: Of course. There was no way you all could survive without me. You’re like weak kittens.

The Parisians begin having regrets about attacking the Artists (Mainly cuz they almost killed a bunch of kids), but this is interrupted by Gabriel

Gabriel: I will relish hounding you all until that nuclear waste dump you call is house is destroyed with you all in it!

Juleka: Oh, you are just begging to be dragged down to hell, aren’t you, Gabriel?

Marinette: And this family will never run from the likes of you again. *Her death glare stuns Gabriel*

Nino: Damn, I gotta learn how to do that.

Adrien finally stands up to his father and exposes how he’s been spying on everyone in the city while Alya live streams everything. Gabriel is now ruined

Months later, the Artists’ Home has been rebuilt by the guilty Parisians who learn to accept their new, weird neighbors. Also, the Spirit of the House has returned

Adrien and Marinette start dating while Alya and Nino share a mutual pining for the girl

#miraculous ladybug #marc x nathaniel #the addams family #the artist family #marinette dupain cheng #alix kudbel #nathaniel kurtzberg #marc anciel #rose lavillant #juleka couffaine #answered ask #ask me stuff #addams family au #mlb au #mlb crossover

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ssa-sugar-tits · 4 years ago

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queen of hearts // epilogue

summary: y/n y/l/n was crushed when she found out about maeve donovan. heartbroken, she left her entire life behind. what happens when she becomes the most prolific serial killer the bau has ever seen?

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content warnings : funeral, angst, mourning

3 years later

"Ellie, come on. We're going to be late."

Spencer motions to the three year old, coloring on the bed. She's dressed in a black dress with faint butterflies painting the skirt portion, the same color as Spencer's black suit. Fit for the funeral.

"Look Daddy. It's mommy, just like in the pictures!" Ellie babbles. Spencer smiles at his daughter.

"You made her beautiful, pumpkin. Just like you." He says with a loving look.

"I'm gonna leave it for her when we say bye at the garden." She explains, reaching for another crayon.

"Mommy's going to love it, sweetie."

And really, you would have.

On the way to the service, which Rossi covered the cost for entirely, each of the 7 people invited think of you. Fondly. Not of the terrible things you ended your life with. Your legacy will never be one of a murderer's, not to them. You'll always be Y/N, the strong agent and beautiful personality.

"We are gathered here today to remember the life of the deceased, Y/N Y/L/N."

Somber looks are exchanged. The picture they chose to place in front of your casket is a beautiful one. Spencer remembers the day vividly, he took it on a vacation when you first starting dating. Your bright smile brings life to the dead atmosphere, giving everyone just one last shred of your presence-- one they'll never feel again.

"It is said that when a body dies, the soul lives on. Y/N leaves part of that soul behind in her daughter, Ellie and beloved friends and family. Now, a few words from her significant other and father of her child."

Spencer trembles as he walks up to the stand, leaving Ellie with JJ. Clearing his throat, he begins.

"I want to start by thanking you all for being here. I know Y/N loved you all and it would mean a lot to her." Spencer gulps, almost wincing at his sadness. "It's funny, I uh-- I can almost feel her telling me to mind my manners before starting. Y/N used to think I forgot since, as she put it, my mind was too fast for my own good." He sighs, continuing. "I can't excuse the things she did. Even some of the things I did. But I can tell you she was the love of my life. Y/N was loving, smart, and passionate. She was so strong, so willing to stand for what she believed in. It made her one hell of an agent-- one hell of a person. She was honestly everything to me and I miss her terribly. I see her in the face of our sweet daughter everyday and it gives me comfort. She knows I loved her and you all know that too, you watched us grow over the 9 amazing years we had together. But I guess my point today is to express that she won't be forgotten. To put into words what we'd all want her to know. That she'll always hold a place in our hearts. Rest in peace, sweetheart."

As he steps down, Ellie runs to bury herself in a hug. The casket is taken to its burial site. Everyone leaves a flower at your grave, then takes a gloomed step back. Hotch and Rossi hold their heads up in respect. Penelope cries leaning on an also teary Derek. JJ holds a breaking Emily, letting light tears fall down her cheeks. Ellie kneels down beside you and reaches her small hand into her pocket, unfolding her drawing carefully.

"Look," she whispers. "It's you and me, mommy. I wish I could give you a hug since I never got to. But you're really pretty, momma. I saw that from the pictures. Daddy tells me stories about you all the time. He says you guys were in love, like Jack and Rose! That's a sad movie, you know? It makes me sad too that you're not here."

The young girl sniffles, trying to verbalize the emotions she isn't used to feeling.

"I know we never met but I love you mommy. I really wish you were here."

She stands, wiping mud from her knees and wetness from her eyes and returning to her broken father.

The service ends and as if connected, each of your friends look to you once more and silently repeat the same thing.

You'll always live in your family's heart. Rest in peace, Y/N.

#criminal minds #criminal minds self insert #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds x you #criminal minds fanfics #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds angst #criminal minds imagines #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid imagines #spencer reid fanfics #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid angst

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huntertales · 4 years ago

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Part Three: There’s Some Things You Can’t Fix. (Heaven Can’t Wait S09E06)

Episode Summary: When Dean gets a call from Castiel about a possible case dealing with spontaneous human combustion, the older Winchester decides to investigate–on his own. The reader decides to tag along. She doesn’t take no for an answer when Dean shares his odd hesitations on letting her work on a hunt with Castiel. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 4,502.

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Cas watched from the passenger side window as Nora’s house slowly pulled up into view. The knot in the pit of his stomach began to tighten at how time was slipping by quicker than he anticipated to the big moment. His very first date. At first he was unsure of the proper reason why his palms felt so sweaty and his stomach started to feel strange. It wasn’t quite queasy like the time he ate some bad food when he was homeless and was forced to survive off of scraps he found in the dumpster. But he didn’t quite feel up to his normal self. When he told you and Dean about his sudden symptoms, your shared reactions weren’t ones he was expected. The man rolled his eyes in a dramatic fashion while you laughed it off.

He didn’t understand what was so funny about what he said. Cas was genuinely worried there was something wrong with him, maybe he caught something from a customer and he only began to notice it now. He thought it was enough concern to cancel his date, in fear he might get Nora sick as well. She never missed a day of work since he started there. Humans were infamously notorious for catching all sorts of viruses and diseases. What he was feeling wasn't a stomach bug, it was something vastly different. Cas should've learned by now that emotions can change how a person feels psychically.

"It's like butterflies in your stomach. You're excited, but you feel like you're about to pass out from nervousness." You explained almost perfectly about how Cas was feeling at the moment. "It's how I used to feel whenever Dean was around before we got together. When you're finding your feelings for someone, it gets...complicated.”

"But I'm not in love with Nora." Cas said. He started to grow even more confused at how truly complicated it was to be a human. There were so many more things than keeping after yourself. Not that relationships and emotions were strange territory, there was just so much more out there he never experienced before. He realized he was only just beginning to learn what it was all like. "At least, I don't think so."

"It's most likely just last minute nerves. Maybe even a little crush. No need to go on proposing to her during dessert." You reassured the man. "Just go in there and be yourself."

"Okay." Cas inhaled a deep breath to try and calm his nerves before placing a hand on the passenger side door. "Thanks, Dean."

"Cas, wait. I can't let you do this." Dean managed to stop the other man before he made a grave himself. Cas sat with his foot standing on the pavement and the car door opened a few inches. The poor guy thought Dean was going to try and stop him from meeting up with Nora, thinking it was a bad idea after all. But that wasn't the cause of concern for Dean. He was looking out for his friend. His attention was focused on the tacky blue vest Cas was still wearing. "You're gonna wear that on a date?"

Cas put his foot back into the car and shut the door again, having a feeling there was something Dean was hinting around. First impressions were everything. Cas wanted to make the very best. He glanced down at his clothes to see what the problem might be. He always kept a tidy appearance. There was not a single stain on his outfit, maybe a piece of lint he overlooked. He didn't understand what the problem was, or how he could fix it.

“This is all I have, Dean.” Cas confessed.

"You know, Dean is right. Uh...we don't have time for you to change." You thought to yourself for a moment about what Cas could do to try and spruce up his appearance a bit better. You should've forced Dean to let Cas borrow some of his clothes. But you would just have to work with what you had. You tilted your head to the side and bit your lip for a brief second to try and think. "Okay. Lose the vest."

“What are you—”

"Lose the vest. Come on. Fork it over." You stopped Cas from trying to put up a fight about the stupid article of clothing. Thankfully he complied and handed over the bulk of fabric over to you from the front seat. "That's a little better. And now your buttons—why don't you unbutton it?”

Sometimes Cas took things a little too literal. The man started to undo the first two buttons of his shirt like you suggested, but kept going with a third one and almost undid another before Dean stopped him. "That's far enough, Tony Manero. Save the strip tease for Nora."

"All right. Let me take a look." You leaned forward in your seat to try and get a better look at Cas with his slightly new appearance. You took a few seconds before you deemed him good enough to head off on his date. "Yeah. Good.”

"Listen to me. There's a few things you need to know." Dean felt the need to give the man some advice if he wasn't to make a fool of himself, more than he probably already would. "Always open the door for her, okay? Ask a lot of questions. They like that. And...oh, if she's happy to go dutch, she's lying."

"Okay, that's enough." You interrupted the man before he could give anymore unsolicited information that might hurt Cas more than help. You lightly slapped a hand on Cas' shoulder and offered a supportive smile. "Go get 'em, tiger."

Cas inhaled a deep breath to try and calm his racing heart before finally gathering the courage to open up the passenger side door again and step out. You and Dean watched as he finally made his way to Nora's front door, finding this situation sort of like dropping off your kid on their first date. There was a sort of innocence and adorable factor that made you smile. Dean offered a supportive thumbs up when Cas stopped at the closed front gate and looked over his shoulder to see the both of you were still there. Cas returned the gesture before opening up the gate and continued heading toward the house.

You smiled to yourself when Cas managed to make it to the front door without backing out. He adjusted his appearance one more time to make sure he looked presentable and reached a fist up to knock on the door. However he stopped when he realized something. Wasn't it customary to bring dates flowers as a romantic token? What if she was expecting them? Before he could begin to panic, luck seemed to have been on his side tonight.

Cas spotted a blooming rose bush conveniently right next to the porch. He remembered Nora saying about how she liked gardening in her free time. Red roses were also a symbol of love. He found a pair of clippers and snipped himself a single rose, Nora wouldn't know the difference. Dean snickered to himself when Cas’ small touch he added on his own caused the poor man to prick his fingers when he cut the single flower off. It seemed Cas might not be doomed after all.

"I think it's our cue to leave." You said. You slipped out from the backseat and back into the passenger side when you saw Cas waving you off, wanting you both to get out of here before Nora realized he was here. You smiled at the sight. "Our boy's all grown up."

You waved back at Cas as Dean turned the engine back on before either one of you could embarrass your friend in front of his date. However before Dean could pull away from the curb, he swiftly put his foot on the brake when he saw a truck start backing up when it seemed to have come out of nowhere. Dean slowly started to grow frustrated when the car started to get dangerously close to the Impala. Before there could be an accident, he managed to get the driver's attention. You waved one final time at Cas before the Impala drove off down the street and into the night, all before disappearing from sight.

+ + +

A few minutes into driving after dropping off Cas on his date, the silence that fell over the car was interrupted by your phone going off. Your brows furrowed in confusion as to who might be trying to get in contact with you. You partially hoped it wasn't Cas. Things couldn't have gone south that quickly. When you spotted the name on the I.D. of the sheriff you had been working on the case with together, you answered it after the third ring.

"Now, here's a wrinkle. Our first crime scene, the married couple? Full analysis of the spray came in from the lab." The sheriff got a strange lead that he thought you might want to hear about that benefited both parties. And it cut down on the list of suspects to just one possible lead. "Turns out it only contains the wife's DNA."

"The husband's still out there." You mumbled, connecting the dots on your own. You thanked the sheriff for the tip before ending the call. You turned your gaze over to Dean, who had been trying to split his attention from you and the road. "We got to go by the police station. I think I know who’s behind all of this.”

+ + +

Figuring out the face to the angel who was causing all of these deaths was only part of the puzzle you needed to solve in order to wrap up this hunt before someone else could get hurt. You and Dean stopped by the station to have a talk with the sheriff to hear out what else he had found out from the new lead. You looked through the documents of the wife's death certificate and the typed up police file about the actual reported crime, hoping to find something that might help pinpoint a direction to help you solve this hunt once and for all.

"He was already a bit screwy, but then he found religion. She was a hard-line atheist, no peach herself. When he got himself obsessed with this Buddy Boyle whack job, an already bad marriage got worse." The sheriff went on about the couple that landed with the wife dead, and the husband still missing. You scoffed ever so quietly to yourself at the familiar sounding name. It all was starting to make sense now of how this mess came to be. "Kept telling her to 'let God in.'"

"Buddy Boyle." Dean repeated the name of a preacher he heard before. You glanced up from the documents and rolled your eyes from the trouble he was causing you lately on an already crappy situation that was spiraling out of control."That explains it."

“Explains what?” The sheriff asked, feeling out of the loop from what the man was talking about.

"Nevermind. Uh, let's see." You focused your attention back to the documents as you shuffled around the papers to try and find something actually useful. You stumbled upon a photograph that made you do a double take of the happy couple. You pointed a finger to the vehicle in the background. "Is that his truck?"

"Yep." The sheriff casually answered.

You remembered where you saw the truck before, right when you were leaving Nora's house, the one that nearly backed into the Impala. You and Dean shared the same worried expression, coming to the possible conclusion to the worst possible outcome. Cas was in danger. If you and Dean weren't quick enough to get back to him, he might be next.

+ + +

Trying to understand how a human deals with the influx of emotions was a complicated and difficult thing without experiencing what it was like to be one first hand, and even then it was still confusing. The smallest and kindest gesture can make someone burst with happiness, while a slight inconvenience can ruin one’s day. Cas learned slowly over time that he was just like everyone else on this planet. Nothing special without his grace, living day to day just trying to survive. And while it might seem depressing and bleak at times, it wasn't always like that. Cas learned that life wasn’t so bad being a measly human. But his brother didn’t want to see past the pain.

His brother wanted to fix these humans and make the world a better place like he did in heaven, the place that was no longer. All the angel could feel was the endless sorrow in the world. An endless melody that called out to him, begging for relief. Cas was calling to him the loudest. The man might have been warded from all angels, but his pain was like a beacon shining down on him. It made him stick out like a sore thumb for his brother to find him and put the poor human out of his misery once and for all. But Cas wasn’t a feeble creature. He might have been without his grace to protect himself, he still had some tricks up his sleeve to keep himself alive long enough for his friends to come to his aid.

The backdoor to Nora’s house burst open without warning, causing the conversation between Cas and his brother about his life choices to be mometairly paused, the angel wondering who was trying to ruin a special moment. It seemed you and Dean figured out on your own who was to blame for the recent deaths around town. The both of you came charging in with your angel blade in hand swinging up in the air, but you were no match against the more powerful being who easily flung you across the room.

Dean landed roughly against the wall and into some of the baby's things, none of which broke his fall. You slid across the floor and into a dining room chair that caused you to hit your head against the wood. The blow was enough for you to forget for a moment about the blade. You tried brushing off the pain and placed the hand that had been holding the weapon to your now throbbing head. When the pain subsided enough for you to open up your eyes and figure out where the angel might have gone, you noticed his attention drifted away from Cas and to you for some reason. A bad feeling settled into your stomach at the way he was just staring...observing you.

“What happened to you?” The angel whispered to only felt himself. You propped yourself up on your elbows as you stared up at the angel, wondering what kind of pain you must be giving off. Your life has been filled with nothing but misery and pain. But it was a pain that you couldn't see yourself. "The sorrow you're going through, it's strong. Stronger than I've felt with most. The guilt is the worst of all, isn’t it?”

Your expression shifted into a hardened expression at the things he was saying. You tried to play dumb, hoping you might be able to buy yourself some time while you figured out how to get out of this. "What the hell are you talking about?”

“You humans try so hard to hide the pain, but I can see it so clearly. You’re suffering. All of you are.” The angel went on without going into proper details about the sort of pain you were feeling at the moment. The kind that you buried deep underneath the surface for no one to see, not even yourself. A sort of sympathetic smile crossed his face at the trauma he felt off of you. "You're denying yourself the truth.”

Dean used the angel’s distraction as a way to get the upper hand and finish this before anyone else died at the hands of unwanted mercy, or to spill any secrets that needed to remain buried deep down. He slid the blade across the floor and over to Cas, who swiftly grabbed the weapon and did what needed to be done. Killing any of his siblings never got any easier. Whenever he was forced to kill one of his siblings, it never got any easier when the numbers of their kind dwindled over the years from war and tragedy. But he couldn’t let his brother keep going on this path, there would be no end to his mercy. You quickly shielded your eyes from the sudden burst of white light when Cas plunged the blade into the angel’s chest, ending his brother's mercy killing with one of his own.

+ + +

Turns out Cas’ evening plans turned into an accidental miscommunication between Nora and himself. She was going on a date—just not with him. Cas spent the night with Tanya, Nora’s infant daughter who was now peacefully sleeping after the commotion that went down in the kitchen not too far from her nursery. While Dean took a call from his brother outside, you helped Cas tidy things up and take care of the baby’s fever that was starting to worry him. With his grace gone, Cas couldn’t fix humans anymore with a simple touch to the forehead. Luckily for him, you had a few tricks up your sleeve to help.

“It’s probably because she’s teething. An easy fix.” You explained to him. You spotted a few teeth poking through the baby’s gums when she let out a yawn at how she was being kept up past her bedtime. “Why don’t you go to the medicine cabinet and see if there’s any baby aspirin? That should do the trick.”

You took Tanya out of Cas’ arms without an ounce of hesitation and began to slowly rock her back and forth when she started to grow fussy. You occupied the baby while Cas departed to the bathroom to hunt down the medicine you told him to get. He came back a minute later to see you softly cooing at the baby with smiling praises of how adorable she was. Despite never having had a child of your own, and the loss of one, you fell into the motherly figure naturally. You were a caregiver to him and the boys, even to strangers you never met before. The sight of you holding Tanya made his heart break.

When you saw the man was back with the medicine, you grabbed the medicine and proceeded to read the instructions that would bring the fever right down. Cas continued to watch as you handled Tanya with ease, acting naturally as she was your own. He realized that this was both of yours first moment alone together since everything happened unfolded and him leaving the bunker. There was so much he wanted to say to you.

“You’re very good with her.” Cas wasn’t sure if what he said was the right thing. It had only been a short time ago since everything unfolded. Wounds such you had dealt with might still be sore. And what his brother had said about you burying it deep down was something you would most likely do. Sometimes that wasn’t healthy. Humans need to talk about their problems, or at least give people who they loved reassurance they weren’t dealing with these problems alone. A small smile crossed your face at the compliment. “I...I also wanted to apologize to you.”

Your face scrunched up slightly in confusion at the sudden shift in conversation topic. “What for?”

“For not being there for you when you needed me the most. If I learned anything about being a human from you and the Winchesters, it’s that you’re there for the people you care about in crisis.” Cas said. “Dean called me from the hospital and told me what happened after you stopped doing the trials. It’s...I wish I was there.”

You fell silent for a moment as your expression shifted into one that made Cas suddenly regret bringing it up in the first place. You put Tanya down back into her crib and turned back to him. A heavy sigh fell from your lips at what you were about to admit.

“Don’t tell Dean, but...I guess there was some truth to what the angel said back there. I’ve been beating myself up about it for weeks now about what happened. Sometimes I lie in bed and think about what it might be like if things turned a bit differently.” You said. You turned your attention to the sleeping Tanya and smiled to yourself for a brief second about how adorable she looked. “But feeling guilty over it won’t change the past. We can’t change anything about what we did. That’s something you’re going to learn pretty quickly about being human. All we can do is keep moving forward and make best with what we got, not what we lost.”

Cas listened to your words of advice and nodded his head. He was starting to understand that no matter who he was, angel or human, no one was perfect. Mistakes were going to be made. It was just the nature of living. “You know, you don’t make such a bad human, after all.” Your compliment to the man made him chuckle for the first time tonight.

You made your way to the door when Tanya's quiet snores came from the crib. Cas felt the need to return your compliment with one of his own. "If you ever are given the chance to be a mother, I think you would be perfect." He said. "You're a kind person, Y/N. You deserve the happiness that you seek. It might not come soon...but hopefully one day."

“Thanks, Cas.” You mumbled. You didn't know why, but the thought of becoming a mother made you suddenly grow a little bit sad at the prospect you might not have all of this. You talked about how you thought you never would or want to have a child, but deep down, you were lying to yourself. It was a bitter sadness that you buried deep down. You looked over at the crib and let out a quiet sigh. "That means a lot."

Back outside with Dean, his conversation with his brother was turning out to be less comforting than the one you had with Cas. He leaned against the hood of the Impala and listened to the night he had with Kevin and Crowley, hoping there might have been some good news sprinkled in there somewhere. It turned out to be the worst outcome Dean could think of. He took the truth Crowley gave his brother with a grain of salt. The demon had been less helpful to them in the past without getting something out of them. Dean highly doubted the self isolation treatment the demon was being given softened him up. Sam was confident Crowley was telling the truth.

"No, Dean, not this time." Sam told his brother the hard truth all of you were going to have to come to terms with. "Look, Metatron built the spell to withstand any attempt to reverse it. There is no putting the angels back in heaven. It's done.”

The older Winchester let out a heavy sigh from what this news meant for someone. He finished up the call with his brother the exact moment you accidentally spooked him when you placed a hand on his arm. You smiled at his reaction before it slowly faltered at the sight of his face. Dean told you the same news Sam had given him over the phone about the mess that seemed to be unfixable. Your mind immediately went to the one person who was going to handle it the hardest, and who it affected the most. "Are you gonna tell Cas?"

The poor guy already was beating himself up badly about the situation that he caused, and all he wanted to do was undo his mistakes. But it seemed there was no way of putting things back together the way it once was. There were just some problems you couldn't fix. Out of anyone, you understood that the most.

+ + +

Every part of you wanted to keep Cas around and offer him a chance to have a proper place to call his home back at the bunker. But there were circumstances you would eventually learn that kept him from doing so. For now you remained in the dark about the reason why, thinking it was Cas’ personal choice to do as such. Cas had made a life of his own in this little town and seemed to be enjoying himself. It was just how it was going to be for now until things got better. if that was even possible anymore.

The final stop for Cas was back at the convenience store before his shift started. You conveniently excused yourself for a quick pit stop to the restroom before you and Dean headed back on the road to the bunker. It gave Dean a perfect chance to have a conversation with his friend about how things had to be.

"Listen, Cas, back at the bunker, I'm sorry I told you to go." Dean started off with an apology that felt like it needed to be said. "I know it's been hard on you, you know, on your own. Somehow you're adapting. I know Y/N's been worried about you, but it makes her happy seeing you do good. And, honestly, I'm proud of you."

“Thank you, Dean.” Cas said. Hearing words of encouragement from his friends brought a small ounce of happiness to him, but it only lasted for a short while, something else was weighing heavy on his mind that felt he needed to discuss. He glanced out the window before back to the hunter. "But there's something Ephraim said. The angels--they need help. Can I really sit this one out? Shouldn't I be searching for a way to get them home?"

"Don't worry. Me, Y/N and Sam, we'll take care of the angels." Dean reassured his friend, releasing him of the burden. "You're human now. It's not your problem anymore."

Dean never got around to telling Cas the information Sam told him. He should've. It was probably the right thing to do. But he couldn't get himself to do that, not to the poor guy who was already feeling down. He didn't lie, he just glossed over the truth. Refrained from giving all of the truth. It was becoming a habit lately with him—not telling the whole truth. Dean kept telling himself it was for the best.

He forgot that the truth will always come out. There was no lie or feeling that a person can bury deep enough to keep it from seeing the light. Eventually it was going to come back and haunt him.

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Summary: “Am I in Hell?” Agatha’s voice was hoarse, a hint of fear in her tone. “That depends on your definition,” Dracula answered. “Perhaps.” His fingers felt cool against her burning skin, the fever raging through her body. “If you’re going to kill me, then do it,” she mumbled. The count chuckled, gazing into her eyes. “On the contrary,” he smirked. “I’m going to save you.”

((In which Dracula cares for a gravely ill Agatha))

Characters: Agatha Van Helsing/Dracula

Rating: M

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A/N: Well it’s been several months! Hope you guys haven’t forgotten about this little fic! I won’t keep you waiting too long! I highly suggest you read the second author’s note which can be located at the end of the chapter on either FFN or AO3 if you have any questions! With that said, feedback is greatly loved and appreciated! Huge thanks to @mitsukatsu for always letting me bounce ideas off of her! Thanks, girl! Hope ya’ll enjoy! -Jen

Chapter Thirteen

Though the sky was shrouded in near darkness, the full moon peaked through just enough to illuminate the scattered clouds that blanketed the night. It was eerie to say the least and even Agatha, despite what she now was, stuck close to Dracula as they made their way down an off-beaten path towards the small village. If her still heart could, it would be beating with such ferocity that her very chest would've felt the crushing blow of each throb.

"You're awfully quiet." Her mate commented, offering his hand as they stepped over a log. "You have nothing to fear. It is quite a simple process and I assure you that I would not allow any harm to come to you."

"That's not what I'm afraid of you." Agatha said quietly. "I am not worried about my sake."

"Then what?" The Count inquired, stopping them both in their tracks. "This isn't about your moral standards is it, Agatha? We've discussed this on numerous occasions. I only wish what is best for you. I think in time you will see that. How much, I cannot promise, but it will get easier." He smiled gently and tilted her chin to press his lips to hers. "Come," he urged. "Let us not wait. Time seemingly moves much faster than one would presume."

Part of her wanted to say something. Outright deny any participation in this immoral act. But perhaps it was her selfish love for him that even made her consider the possibility. Why was romance so damn desirable? Holding her in a vice grip where eternity with her former enemy was a far more pleasant option than being without? Was this love sickness? Could he feel the same way? That only made it worse. The former nun sighed, trying to clear her head of such thoughts. So much had happened in these past few months. Her skull hurt and she wasn't quite sure if it was due to her fall or just the strain of it all.

"Ah! We're here!" The excitement in Dracula's voice pulled the former nun from her thoughts. She looked to the vampire, his teeth glinting in what little moonlight shone from the clouds. "It's right outside the city of Brașov, secluded enough that we shouldn't be bothered." He reached down and gave her hand a squeeze. "Fear not," he murmured. "I will be right by your side guiding you the entire time." Though his words offered little relief.

The village was nothing special, far from appeasing to the eye. It was small, perhaps used at most for those passing through or people making just enough to get by. Agatha absentmindedly dug her nails into the palm of her hand, feeling their newly found strength press indents into the skin. Dracula was speaking to her, but his words sounded so distant as she took in her surroundings. As a greater part of her wanted to turn back and return to the castle, an unexpected sight captured her immediate attention.

"No, please! I'm begging you! Leave me be!"

From the entrance of an alleyway, a woman stumbled backwards, her hands outstretched as if in some poor attempt to protect herself. Agatha stepped forward instinctively, but found her mate's arm outstretched in front preventing her from going forward.

"Wait." He said quietly. "Allow this to play out."

Agatha threw him a look of horror about to protest when a stranger strode out from the shadows something glinting in his hand. Without warning, the figure slashed the object at the woman's neck causing a gurgling choke of surprise to escape past her lips. Something sweet filled the air. The scent was more alluring than any blossom the former nun could remember smelling. Blood. Fresh blood. Human blood.

Whizzing, the lady collapsed on the ground, too weak to ward off the man as he began to dig through what little satchel she carried. Finally snapping from her trance, Agatha looked in horror at the sight before her. At the intense feelings that bombarded her mind after witnessing what she had just seen. How both her former and immortal sides were battling against her sanity.

Agatha's eyes remained locked on the man's as he stood unmoved just meters from her. With her new found abilities, even in the nearly moonless night, she could make out the thick, crimson liquid as he dripped down the shimmering blade. It was almost teasing. Watching it fall to the ground below where it became soiled by dirt.

"What are you waiting for?" A voice coaxed softly from behind, its excitement barely masked. "Go, I'll follow."

Yet Agatha's attention was not drawn to Dracula. Instead, her gaze briefly flickered to the figure lying nearly lifeless off to the robber's side. The woman's hands wearily grasped at the deep slash drawn across her throat as her life blood gushed between her fingers. An easier prey, she knew, but not one of good consciousness. If the former nun was to kill, then there had to be a reason.

"Two for the price of one." She heard Dracula say from behind. "The girl is merely a mercy kill."

They had different ideas about compassion, and the younger vampire's attention redirected once more to the man. The soon to be murderer. If it could, her blood would be boiling. A strange emotion began to fill her. Almost primal in nature. Her smooth teeth began to shift as she took a step forward towards the thief.

"Stay-stay back!" The man warned, swinging his knife shakily between Dracula's and Agatha's direction. "I'm warning you!"

But Agatha's ears no longer heard the desperate, empty threats. Nor did she feel the anticipation of her mate by her side. Instead, she lunged forward and knocked the man to the floor. Predator finally becoming prey.

Fangs cut through soft flesh like a spoon through room temperature butter. Instantly a flood of hot, sweet liquid coated her tongue and flowed down her throat in deep, hungry gulps. Agatha wasn't sure what she had been expecting. As a child, she'd once fallen and bitten straight through her bottom lip. Through the pain, the blood had tasted salty. Unpleasant. But now, here where she feasted, it was like honey straight from the comb. This wasn't the putrid taste from animal gore. No. No, this was far, far delectable.

"Agatha."

A hand clamped down on her shoulder but Agatha ignored it, choosing instead to keep suckling away at whatever remained of her victim. The grip, though gentle, tightened slightly causing an unanticipated low grumble to escape from deep within the former nun's throat. Finally, she sat up, blood dripping unceremoniously down her chin. She blinked, slightly confused for a moment as she began to take in her surroundings once more. Dracula smiled fondly at her, an almost proud sort of expression. Agatha blinked again and, looking from the dead man to her lover, quickly wiped away at her chin in slight embarrassment.

"I must admit I am quite impressed." The Count mused, admiring her handy work. "You took to it much better than I had anticipated." He ran a hand through her hair, his dark eyes flickering away from the body. "Now might I interest you in some dessert?"

The blood that bubbled around the entry wound on the woman's neck was already blackening with clots when Agatha arose to her feet. With great care, the younger vampire made her way over, careful not to step on the crumpled body. The lady gazed up at her with grey, uncertain eyes, each breath more raspier than the prior. Perhaps she didn't see the act Agatha had just committed, or was too out of it to even fully absorb what had occurred.

"Scared…" It was about all Agatha could clearly make out. "Please…"

Ignoring what Dracula could possibly be thinking, his Bride gingerly sat on the ground and cradled the woman like one does a babe. Her skin was grey, cold as what little blood left stuck to Agatha like a paste. A waste, she knew, but her own needs were none of her current concerns. She held the woman close, as best as one could for both being around the same height.

"There is nothing to fear." The former nun said softly, her eyes locked onto the woman's. "Soon there will be no pain. No horror. Be at peace with your Savior. Go now with God."

Her pulse stopped and Agatha watched the woman's chest rise and fall one more time before all with still. Gently, she closed both eyelids, covering the irises that reflected the moonlight like glass. She turned her head to see Dracula watching her, his expression hard to read. Chewing on the inside of her cheek, she lowered the woman back down onto the ground and rose to her feet.

"She didn't deserve to die like that." Agatha finally said, not turning to meet the vampire's gaze. "No matter what you say, I made the right call."

The Count exhaled. "I take it you know your way enough to start walking back towards the direction of the castle?" Agatha merely nodded and Dracula cleared his throat. "Well, I suppose then I'll clean up for tonight. We can make that a lesson for another day." He smiled, trying to lighten the tension. "You did well, Agatha. Give yourself some credit. We'll have to celebrate amongst ourselves."

Dracula kissed her cheek and Agatha forced a small smile. She tried not to look at the two bodies as her mate gave her hand a small squeeze. Though she physically hadn't felt this great in a long while, the repercussions of what she had done had struck her hard.

Honestly, she quite yearned for the vampire's company as she followed the trail that led back to their home. Right now, the idea of being alone wasn't all that pleasant. Then again, crushing the chest of a human to prevent it from turning was far less appealing. So she went by memory, trying to push past what she had done until the castle was in sight.

"Foolish, foolish…" She thought to herself, the brush and stone crunching under her feet. "Just let it slip away. If there is some higher power that thinks I have done some good enough to deserve the least bit of mercy, allow me to forget for a few precious moments."

A humorless chuckle escaped from between her lips. At least Dracula hadn't called her out on her biblical speech. That had taken her by some surprise. But as a nun, the dying always seemed calmed by the idea that God awaited for them with open arms and complete, forgiving nature. She hadn't quite understood that. Then again, she hadn't quite understood much of that the more she considered it.

A pair of arms wound themselves around her waist just as Agatha reached the top of a hill. Dracula pressed his face into the crook of her neck and inhaled. She could smell the heavy scent of blood on him, though it was far from pleasant. Corpse blood never did have the same effect she was beginning to pick up.

"You walk too terribly slow." He murmured against her skin. "If I were a fox and you were a rabbit, you'd be dead."

"Always lovely with your analogies." Agatha snorted, rolling her eyes. "And we both know I'm too wise to be a rabbit." She paused, hesitation in her voice. "Is it done?"

"As I've said before," Dracula turned the former nun so that she now faced him. "You are my true bride. I have no intention to turn others." Her eyes narrowed, pressing him for a better form of confirmation. "Yes. You have nothing to worry about." The Count exclaimed, admiring her in the moonlight. "Have I told you how ravishing you look tonight?"

Forget. Forget. Agatha gazed up into his dark eyes, taking in the lust and excitement that they held. She could taste the thief lingering on her tongue. Feel the dried blood from the innocent woman against her skin and on her clothes. Forget. Forget. She wanted to block it out. And here stood Dracula. Completely unaware, far too focused on what he thought was right. Was okay. In that moment, she needed him to help her forget. Wanted him to make her forget.

"Then show me." She whispered, his eyebrow quirked in surprise as she moved his arms to the straps of her dress. "You tell me I'm exquisite, but words have no meaning over actions." Agatha locked eyes with him. "Take me here. Right now."

Dracula's lips curled into a smile. "I did not realize how much tonight meant to you."

A blur of emotions. A tidal wave of feelings. Agatha bit her lower lip, glancing once at the night sky before back at her lover. They still had time. A few hours before dawn. They'd make it back. She just needed to be distracted. If just for a little while. Forget.

Agatha forced her second smile of the night. "Then let me show you."

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lune-hime · 4 years ago

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Garden of Tulips (Levi/Reader) Tea Time #4

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“What did it look like?”

“Hmm?” Levi looked up from his place next to your sleeping form. “The titan that tried to snack on my darling granddaughter.” “Ugly as fuck.” “Aren’t they all?”

Levi recounts memories of the reader and their shared life together while she recovers from a serious injury.

!!WARNINGS!! - Violence, gore, smut, wholesome content ;)

So these little Tea Times were written as little filler-memory chapters to place in between the main story line.

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Freckles

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Jean sucked up his scattered feelings upon seeing you sitting in one of the library’s plush armchairs.

“Hey.” He called with feigned confidence as he rounded the corner of the last bookshelf before your resting place. He faltered a bit when his eyes met the ever stoic gaze of Levi. He was reclining in the chair opposite of you with a stack of documents in his lap. You looked up from your book in slight surprise.

“Hey, I thought you left already.” Your statement was more of a perplexion as you regarded him gently.

“Yeah-um.” Jean started and furrowed his brow. His eyes darted back over to Levi who had quietly resigned back to his paperwork. His gaze fell back to yours, a look of worry spreading on your face. He bit his lip to contain the fountain of baggage that threatened to spill.

“Don’t worry about it-it’s fine.” He cleared his throat and nodded, trying to look convincingly forgettable. Your eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“I’ll see you at the meeting later, Levi.” You said with a small smile in his direction. His head rose and he nodded once.

“Alright.” He replied curtly. Jean observed the faint blush on your cheeks and the delicateness of the captain’s features as he looked at you. Your crush had blossomed full force and it was sweetly sickening to Jean to watch you flutter secretly under Levi’s actions.

“I said it was nothing.” Jean grumbled as you slapped your book shut and came to his side.

“Bullshit.” You chided as you walked side by side out of the library. Once you were out in the hall you backed him against the wall. You stood in his personal space bubble. The way he towered over you didn’t threaten you at all. It never had.

“ Fine. I was wondering if you would come with me?” He asked, his voice shaking minutely as he tried to keep his weakness from seeping through the cracks of his pride. You tilted your head to the side in a fond grin.

“Of course.” You replied sweetly.

“Let me just drop my book off and change my shoes.” You said as you began walking again. Jean trailed behind you like a puppy, hands fidgeting behind his back accompanied by periodic sighs.

“Are the others coming too?” You asked as you slipped on your everyday sandals after having discarded your reading material. Jean didn’t answer for a moment and only the clap of the soles of your shoes against the wooden floor met your ears.

“No, I just wanted it to be the two of us. If that’s alright.” He confessed. When you stood up straight, the apprehension he had been feeling washed over you. You hummed in agreement.

“Okay.” You smiled knowingly. You gave his arm a few warm strokes as you both headed into the hall.

The walk through the village fields was lovely. The June sun was pleasant on your exposed skin and the lush flowers tickled your ankles along the stone path. The two of you stuck to the outskirts of the village until you reached a grove of trees that opened up into the eternal resting place for soldiers and villagers alike.

Jean was on autopilot as he deftly led you through the rows of graves to reach your destination. The modest stone may have represented a life no longer present, but it was teeming with life. Little daisies had sprouted in the soil where you and Jean had planted them earlier that year. Rollie pollies skittered from their hiding places within the crevasses of the engraved cadet’s name when the two of you leaned down to be closer to him.

“Hi Marco.” You greeted with the same warmth as the summer air.

“Hey Marco.” Jean echoed with a melancholy tenderness to his tone. You watched with a pang in your heart as his hands began shaking around the muffin in his hold. Eventually he placed it down in front of the stone and reached in his pocket for his matchbook. His fingers quivered when he failed to strike fire into the wooden stick. After another unsuccessful attempt, you grasped his hands.

“Let me.” You offered gently and he released his grip. You struck the match and lit the candle embedded in the plush top of the muffin.

“Happy birthday.” Jean spoke, finally giving into his bubbling grief and letting his voice crack.

“Happy birthday, Marco.” You said as your own voice began to falter. You scooched closer to Jean and embraced him from the side. Your arms wrapped around his shaking back. You were sure that if you hadn’t held him, he would have crumbled into particles as fine as the moss that grew along Marco’s grave.

It had been many months but to Jean the loss didn’t sting any less. It only grew as the grass greened and the days lengthened. He kept his profound grief bottled up compactly in a bottle closed tightly with a wax seal. But if he didn’t rip that seal off soon, it would implode and pierce his organs with glass.

“Y/N.” He called through choked sobs. You responded by rubbing a ginger hand along his back and shoulders.

“I-” He hiccuped, taking the hand you began to wrap around his.

“I loved him.” His wobbly confession was like Jean was standing on the precipice of a tidal wave. The reality of his feelings had always resided within him but felt cemented now that he had professed them to you and the earth. Every flutter he felt when Marco blessed him with his sheepish smile, every blush he hid when Marco went out of his way to help him out with the tiniest of tasks, every drop of happiness that boy had made Jean feel came crashing down on him and opened the floodgates he had so desperately tried to suppress.

“I know.” You said. Tears began cascading down your cheeks at the broken heart that bubbled from Jean’s chest. Jean never cried in front of you, it was shocking but not unwelcomed. You had known he had harbored an affection for the deceased cadet for as long as Jean had probably accepted it himself. You observed their obliviously magnetic interactions, supported him silently, and waited patiently for him to tell you about it. No matter how late he decided he was ready to.

“I really loved him.” He cried, reaching one hand out to run his fingers over Marco’s name with utter fragility.

“I was a fucking coward and couldn’t tell him how much I loved him. And now I never can.” He wailed.

“Shhh-Hey.” You released him for a brief moment to turn him towards you. You took his wet cheeks between your hands.

“You’re not a coward. It takes immense courage to realize you love someone, no matter who they are.” You consoled.

“I know he loved you too, Jean. So much.” You smiled sadly as you wiped the next wave of incoming tears from his face with your thumbs. “It was easy to see with the way his face lit up whenever you walked into the room, whenever you sat next to one another for meals, whenever you went into town together.”

“You both made each other’s lives better even without voicing your true feelings. Because your feelings were woven into every action you showed one another. Just because he is gone doesn’t mean what you felt for one another is. That will always be with you.” You said.

“Okay?” You affirmed and hiked the sleeve of your cardigan over your palm to rid his face of the salty sea as he sniffled. He held your comforting gaze for a moment before nodding and reaching out to hug you. You returned the gesture immediately, keeping him afloat as he swam through his grief. When you felt his shaking grow less intense you patted him on the back.

“Lie down.” You instructed and brought him to rest his head on your lap. You ran your fingers through his hair as he stretched out his legs in the long grass. Jean played with the strap of your sandals absentmindedly as he gazed at Marco’s grave. You sat in peaceful silence for a while.

“Jeanie?” You called to make sure he was listening. He hummed against your leg.

“Do you wanna know the moment I knew you were into Marco?” You asked tentatively, hoping the story would brighten his mood. Jean nodded silently.

“Remember when I accidentally walked into the boy’s shower room?” Your sentence caused you to giggle at the memory.

“How could I forget.” He said, a bit less sniffly than before. You smiled in nostalgia as you played with a randomly curly lock of Jean’s honey tresses.

“Well after you brought me out into the hall…and I stupidly turned back around, I saw you peeping at his package for longer than a guy normally would.” Your chuckle turned into a squeak when Jean pinched your leg. To your happiness he was smiling through reddened cheeks.

“Maybe you really are a pervert.” He snickered, damp eyes shining with teasing.

“I couldn’t help it, it was the literal heat of the moment.” You countered and poked his sides. He squirmed in your lap and let out a groan of annoyance.

“Does that mean you saw mine?” Jean asked and pinned your arms at your side.

“I’ve blocked that out of my memory.” You assured and wiggled your sides to free yourself from his grip.

Another gentle silence encased the two of you. Your eyes fell to one of the daisies as it waved its petals delicately along with the rhythm of the wind.

“Thank you, Y/N.” Jean suddenly said. His tone was laced with sincerity as you looked down to meet his gaze.

“For peeping at Marco?” You cracked a half smile which made Jean huff in amusement.

“No, dumbass. For coming here with me. For letting me get all of this out. And for listening.” He said with a sincerity that blanketed your chest in warmth. “I’m not good with emotional stuff, that’s always been more of a you thing.”

“Anything for you, Jean.” You replied with a fond pat of his cheek. “I’m happy that you felt like you could express yourself with me.”

Then, the breeze lovingly blew puffs of warm and fuzzy kisses against both of your skin. You swore you could hear a faint laugh framed by freckles.

Christmas Blizzard

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“Fucking shit .” The captain cursed as he whipped his hand back. Puddle’s ears were pinned starkly to the back of his neck as he refused to let Levi bring him into the lab. Your head whipped up at the commotion and you blanched.

“I’m so sorry! I forgot to tell you he bites…” You cried and scurried over to the entrance. Your face was blasted with incoming snowflakes as you took the reins from Levi.

“No kidding.” Levi mumbled in annoyance as he moved to make way for your horse.

“Stop being an asshole to the captain.” You chided. Puddle’s ears immediately perked at your presence and he nuzzled you softly as you led him into the loading bay of Hange’s laboratory. It was definitely not a place fit for horses, but you couldn’t have left them out to freeze in the bitter cold. This was just one of the many inconveniences the sudden snow storm had just created.

Your ears turned red to match your frost kissed cheeks as you realized your use of profanity. You really needed to stop swearing around your superiors. Your loose lips were one of the unfortunate side products of being raised by Oma. You tied Puddle to a nearby railing next to Levi’s horse.

“Sorry to drag you into all of this, Levi.” You exhaled, face stinging from the brutal winter chill. You glanced around the familiar laboratory that suddenly felt so vast and cold.

“Yeah well, neither of us knew it would get this shitty so quickly.” Levi commented. He grimaced at the pickled titan samples that were stored in the formaldehyde pods as he strolled to Hange’s office area.

“Still, I appreciate that you tried to come here and warn me.” You thanked him with a small smile.

“Thank Erwin. I had nothing else going on.” He said blandly and waved your gratuity off. That seemed like the closest thing to a ‘you’re welcome’ you were going to get. It was late into the night of Christmas Eve. After partaking in some festivities with your friends, Erwin had called you to his office in need of assistance. Apparently one of the scouts observed a strange smoke emanating from Hange’s laboratory and since the scientist herself was on a supply run in the city, the next point of contact was her pupil.

You had spent all evening trying to fix the damn incubator, knowing that if you let it smoke out it would devastate Hange to lose her precious samples. Unbeknownst to you a winter storm had been brewing; an intense blizzard that threatened to lock all inhabitants of the area indoors. Erwin had dispatched Levi to come collect you before the impending weather came, however the storm arrived a bit ahead of predictions and turned a couple hour job into a snowy expedition.

“How long do you think we’ll have to wait this out?” You asked apprehensively as you began to get back to work on your project. You heard Levi sigh as he plopped down at Hange’s desk. He reclined in her chair and propped his feet up on her workspace littered with journals.

“I don’t know. Looks like we might be here for a while, though. So take your time with whatever you need to fix, I guess.” He hummed and settled himself comfortably into the leather chair.

For a bit, you let the silence linger as you tinkered with the machine. Mechanic whirls and the sharp stabbing of snowflakes against the lab’s walls filled the lack of conversation.

“Why does four eyes have so many body parts lying around?” Levi piped up with a disgusted tone. You looked at him over his shoulder to see him lazily glancing around her experimental area.

“She likes to dissect them to see how close their anatomy is to humans.” You answered with a chuckle. “It looks a little bit like its out of a horror story, right?”

Levi hummed in agreement and met your eyes briefly. As you got to know him better, you realized the fear people harbored of him really was misplaced. Unless you were a titan, that is. You came to find he actually loved to talk, he would just let silence fill the space when he didn’t know what to talk about.

“And?”

“...And?” You echoed unsure of his question.

“Are they close to humans?” He pressed with a slight interest laced in his nonchalant tone.

“Yeah, actually. Besides the absence of reproductive organs they are pretty much anatomically identical.” You explained as you flipped a couple switches unsuccessfully.

“So the fact they can’t shit or reproduce is significant right?” Levi wondered aloud as he peeped at one of Hange’s journals. Your giggle caught him by surprise and he felt a flutter in his chest.

“Yes, you could say that.” You agreed. The way he talked when he let himself crawl out of his shell never ceased to amuse you.

“It’s weird to believe it's Christmas Eve.” You commented, changing the subject casually.

Levi just hummed. Another icy silence filled the chamber as you made (hopefully) progress towards getting the incubator up and running again. One of the horses snorted and you were suddenly aware that you and the captain weren’t the only two living beings in the room.

“So what’s your horse’s name?” You asked in curiosity.

“Horse.” Levi’s reply was quick and curt.

“Really?” You asked in disbelief and looked back at him.

“It doesn’t have a name.”

“It?” You narrowed your eyes.

“She.” He corrected.

“Why would I name it when I just use it for transportation?” Levi shrugged dismissively. You pursed your lips.

“Because she’s just as alive and capable of feeling as you are, Captain.” You declared with a pointed glare.

“Maybe even more.” You mumbled playfully and Levi’s brow furrowed, questioning if he heard you right. When he didn’t quip back, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

“Dandelion.”

“Huh?”

“She looks like a Dandelion. So that’s her name now.” You grinned in satisfaction and got back to work. Levi regarded you in silent curiosity. The more time the two of you spent together, the more warm he felt by your sweet personality, quirks and all. Now every time he would regard the creature he would think of you and your dorky name for the animal.

The faint chiming of the HQ’s clocktower through the snow’s assault signaled it was midnight.

“Oh, a Christmas Miracle!” You called cheerily once the bells had ceased. The incubator hummed to life, the light and warmth from the engine buzzing brightly. You breathed a sigh of relief and placed your tools down. You got up and stretched your arms, turning to look at your companion.

“And Merry Christmas, Levi.” You grinned, the corners of your eyes crinkling.

“Yeah, Merry Christmas.” He nodded without much enthusiasm.

“Do...you usually celebrate?” You asked after sensing his lack of excitement.

“Not really, but my squad forces me to celebrate. At least the birthday part.” He explained and your eyes widened.

“Christmas is your birthday?” The innocence of your gasp made Levi want to smile. He nodded once more.

“Oh my-Happy Birthday then!” You said excitedly. Levi was consistently amazed by the eagerness of those he knew and strangers alike to celebrate his birthday. He never got the hype.

“Thanks.” He replied with a gentleness to his features. Your excitement towards him had melted away the ice that usually froze over his expressiveness.

“When we get back tomorrow I’ll make you and your squad some Noel tea I received from home to celebrate!” You mused as you came to sit down at an empty chair on the other side of the desk.

“I-if that is, you want to.” You added quickly, a faint blush creeping onto your cheeks after inviting yourself to something you weren’t even a part of. Oh, believe me, did Levi ever want to.

“I want to.” He replied as the corners of his mouth twitched upward.

#levi #levi x reader #LEVI ACKERMAN #levi/reader #AoT #aot imagine #attack on titan #attack on titan fanfiction #snk #snk x reader #shingeki no kyojin #hange zoe #jean kirschstein #jean x marco #bisexual jean #marco bodt

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dragonrajafanfiction · 3 years ago

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Part of my Series based on the in game dungeons lol. Just for fun.

In fact… there was a boy who lived here… 20 years ago…

The words echoed in Lu Mingfei’s mind as he looked over the rundown landscape in front of him. He was sitting on a dirty pillow on a broken, rotted out porch, rain pouring down on his head through the holes in the overhang. Spiders skittered about and made him pull his feet in. In front of him was a table of rice, vegetables and tea. Outside the porch was a small garden with a pond, green and overgrown with algae. It was pouring down rain as it had been all day. The pond was at capacity and it would soon overflow its banks. From the gloomy surroundings, frogs creeled out a constant serenade.

He was led there by a woman, an elder in that particular village, who had first reported what turned out to be dragon activity in this small town. Lu Mingfei, Chu Zihang, and Caesar Gattuso were called to investigate. According to the report on the dossier, a young child in a red coat, carrying a red balloon could be seen standing at the edge of the village. His face was impossible to make out. Japanese towns could be full of local ghost tales, but this one occurred with disturbing regularity. EVA, the Cassell Supercomputer then detected an elemental anomaly. Plants seemed to be growing at such an incredible rate, that the rain clouds over this small area of Japan never seemed to stop. The rain would fall, the plants would soak it up and transpire the water again. It was as if the Amazon Rainforest took up residence in the far East.

After explaining about the child, the old woman took them out to that ramshackle ruin of a place. “If it’s that boy you’re seeking, why not try making him something to eat?”

Then she left.

“Guys I’m so over this ghost hunt. This is so creepy and the lower the sun gets the more I want to leave.” He said. He was wearing his usual combat suit, that skin tight but extremely durable wear that was close enough to the body to avoid catching on anything, but strong enough to withstand the cut of a knife. But was it ghost proof? Who was to say they wouldn’t get eaten by this ghost and the rice be left cold and moldy with no sign of them?

“Are you excited to be on an actual ghost hunt? It’s a shame that the ghost is a boy though.” Caesar sat smoking his cigar and looking out over the grey sheet of rain in front of him. He was dressed similarly, with his Desert Eagles at his side. Of course, he made a much more handsome figure in the muscle-hugging suit.

Lu Mingfei wanted to pull his hair out. “You’re engaged! Don’t lust after the dead you freak!”

Chu Zihang slid his sword part way out of his sheath to check his equipment. “There’s no such thing as the dead coming back to life, unless it’s a dragon. And dragons don’t really die. They just sleep until they can be reborn. What we’re looking for is not a real ghost… but something that has the properties of a dragon.”

“Ghost… dragon… whatever. Do we even know if it’s attracted to rice?”

“It’s not about the rice, Lu Mingfei, it’s the routine. If the boy had a family or cared for anyone at all, wouldn’t it miss sitting at a table with a family meal?” Caesar bit his cigar,

“And we’re supposed to be its family huh? Who are you? The mom?” Mingfei shot back.

“Well…” Caesar looked down at the food. “I cooked it.”

Lu Mingfei opened his mouth to say something else but Zihang suddenly tensed. His golden eyes stared into another pair of golden eyes. A boy in a red raincoat, stood at the edge of the mossy pond. He was holding a red balloon. Only those glowing eyes were visible under the red hood. It didn’t seem to have a face.

Lu Mingfei’s face went white and then grey with terror. He shook so hard his teeth chattered “G-ghost!”

A small child’s voice echoed clear despite the pounding rain. “Outsiders. I need your help. Come with me.”

The rain suddenly stopped but the sky grew darker, like a great shadow from something large coming over head. The air suddenly cooled. They were still in front of the table but the garden was replaced by sand. The sand was grooved in artistic circles, like an elegant Japanese rock garden. Looking around, they seemed to be in a ruined ancient village. The piece of land they were standing on was floating in mid air, like it had been torn from the earth. There was no sun. The way was lit by ominous paper lanterns that floated in place, painted with a red swirl pattern. In the distance an ancient Japanese castle tower rose out of the misty horizon.

Torii gates were seen floating in the grey, foggy surroundings. Most were shattered. They seemed frozen in the middle of being demolished, their broken pieces spraying at odd angles, their elegant cross bars tilted, but they never collapsed.

What was most noticeable about this place however, was the sudden sense of crushing sorrow. The feeling one got when they received some sort of horrible news. Like a loved one had just died. It hit Mingfei in the chest and took his breath away. “Guys. I don’t want to be here. I don’t want to …” Mingfei eyes filled with tears. “What’s happening. I’m so scared.” He hugged his own arms and tried to stop the tears from falling. “We’ve got to get out!”

He turned to Chu Zihang who always knew what to do in times like this. But the man was frozen, his jaw tense and locked, staring at the ground in a trance, trying to control his out of control emotions. He was breathing fast and trying to swallow the lump in his throat.

Apparently, sorrow drove Caesar Gattuso to action. He drew Dictator and pointed it up towards some broken stairs framed by a bright red Torii gate. Caesar suddenly roared. “This place sucks! Let’s get out of here as soon as we can. The only way out is up!”

His sudden yell seemed to break whatever emotional spell had been cast on the other two teammates. Lu Mingfei wiped his face. “What was that all about?”

“I’m not sure. Likely the owner of this place had a terrible life.” Chu Zihang said gravely. “I’ve heard of Longwei, the natural fear that dragons give off to other creatures, but I’ve never heard of a Dragon’s sorrow being projected like this.”

The stairs were floating over empty air, made of uneven, ancient grey limestone. There were dozens of stairs leading up into the ominous grey sky with broken Torii gates at intervals every twenty steps. Chu Zihang held up his hand to catch what appeared to be snow flying in the air. He sniffed at it. “Ash. Like something is burning. This must be some sort of Nibelungen. But I’ve never seen anything like it.” Chu Zihang said. “We should watch out. Where there’s a Nibelungen, there’s always…”

A sudden loud screeching interrupted him. A flock of bats the size of geese suddenly dislodged from under the stairs. A whole flock of them swept forward in a single black cloud mass. Lu Mingfei ducked his head as the claws and teeth scraped at him. “I hate this place already!”

Caesar drew his pistols and fired. The bats were flapping and tilting and whirling, but he just needed to aim for just a moment before shooting one out of the air without missing. Likewise, Chu Zihang quickly slashed once and twice, neatly severing their bodies in two without trouble.

“Bats are better than snakes!” Caesar yelled, reloading his Desert Eagles.

“At least Snakes don’t fly!” Lu Mingfei yelled.

As they climbed the stairs, they stayed back to the back, firing and slicing through the endless swarm of screaming bats. The sound of it was like a constant siren. Mingfei held his hands to his ears and allowed himself to be shielded by his two older students. He could hardly see anything between the endless assault of black bodies.

Caesar’s eyes glowed yellow. “There’s something big at the top of the stairs. That’s where they’re coming from!” He had sent out his Scythe Itachi and they returned with a huge heartbeat up ahead. “Chu Zihang, get rid of these things!”

“Get down.” Chu Zihang closed his eyes for just a moment and then an evil snarl emanated from his throat. Black waves of heat drove back the bats and then exploded outward into violent flames. The bats were instantly set alight and hundreds of burning bodies folded their wings and fell into the endless pit below. Lu Mingfei didn’t even want to think of what it meant to fall down into that grey void. Would he just continue to fall forever?

“Eugh…” Caesar pinched his nose to escape the smell of burning flesh and hair. “Good.” He said, reaching down at pulling Mingfei to his feet.

A loud roar shook the stairs and cracked them. Then the stairs started to crumble, starting from the bottom. If they didn’t hurry, they would be the ones falling. “Run! Run!” Caesar yelled.

Ahead of them was a large gap. The stairs were falling apart around them, coming to pieces, like the mortar that held them together suddenly lost all its strength. “We’ll have to jump it!”

It looked to be ten feet across over the nothingness. They’d never make a jump that far. But it was either try to jump or fall to their deaths anyway. Chu Zihang suddenly grabbed Lu Mingfei’s arm and without explanation took a leap and dragged him with him. For a moment, there was nothing but empty air under him. And then a sudden blast of heat and a loud boom! Chu Zihang used Royal Fire to blast himself over the gap, dragging the terrified Lu Mingfei the extra few feet needed. They landed and Lu Mingfei collapsed on shaky legs. “Are you out of your mind? You could have at least told me!” He gasped.

Chu Zihang looked at him with no expression. “You would have hesitated.”

Lu Mingfei froze. “I- n.- No…” Lu Mingfei looked away and then looked around. “Where’s Caesar?”

Caesar pulled himself up onto his arms. He was hanging from the ledge, having barely made the jump himself. He looked at Chu Zihang, annoyed. “Sure. Don’t mind me. I’ll just help myself up.”

His eyes suddenly widened at something behind Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei. They turned around and saw a looming snake with a thick human-like torso and bulging human arms. It glared at them with yellow eyes shining from the skull of an ancient predator it wore as a mask. It brandished a spear as long as a car with a sharp bone tip.

#Dragon Raja #Chu Zihang #Caesar Gattuso #Lu Mingfei

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louiseleblancdiggory · 4 years ago

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"I could never leave you behind." + "I know you're scared" + Rowan + Aelin = Angst Fest = Happy(?) Reader

You guys get happy with sad shit I will never understand this. I usually listen to songs while writing angst so I will attach it here. Anyways, here you go..... Enjoy I guess?

Warnings: death, blood, mentions of war, illness

La Vie en Rose

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Aelin was exhausted.

Her golden bangs were sticking to her forehead, and it didn’t matter how many times she swiped them away with the back of her hand, they always seemed to go back. She should have listened to Lysandra and not have cut them. If she hadn’t, then maybe she would have been able to tuck them into the white cloth headband holding the rest of her hair back. It was made out of the same linen as her dress and apron, but it was probably the cleanest garment she wore these days.

Before, Aelin was never seen with a speck of dirt on her, always wearing beautiful and fancy dresses. Her fashion style was commented among the elite of Terrasen, and she prided herself in her own beauty.

Beauty didn’t matter these days, she supposed. Neither did beautiful clothes, or how clean you were. No, those things seemed so far away now that Aelin felt rather like a foolish little girl when she remembered them. When this all started, the government, the people on the streets kept saying how this would change their men forever, but no one seemed to warn the women how it would affect them too.

Aelin was sitting on the floor, an old metal water bottle in front of her. She had drank until the last drop after treating one of the soldiers, the work harder than usual. It had required so many stitches, that Aelin didn’t know how she had managed to do it all without her hands trembling terribly. Usually, Elide or Lysandra did the stitches— Aelin had always been better in the calming part, in keeping the soldiers company until they got better.

Or until they passed.

But Lysandra had been transferred to a camp on the other side of Terrasen, and Elide had fallen ill five months after arriving at the camps. She had been her cousin, had been someone Aelin knew her whole life, so after she didn’t recover from the illness, Aelin became much more numb to the job. This wasn’t like the movies she had seen. No dramatic scenes, no happy ending in sight. Only death, and pain, and blood. Sometimes, Aelin looked around and wondered if Elide’s death hadn’t been a blessing to the sweet girl.

Perhaps this was Gods’ way of taking the good souls with them until they abandoned this world once and for all.

Most nights for the past years, Aelin would pray for death too.

She never died, though. She woke up everyday and made sure these men didn’t die either. She made sure that they would wake up with her in the next morning, in blinding pain but glad that they had another chance, another speck of hope of ever going back home. That is, if there was a home to go back after everything.

Despite all the death and destruction around her, Aelin had also grown rather fond of some soldiers. It was foolish, she knew, to get attached to people who walked into battlefields everyday. It was foolish to sit on the cobblestones of the little infirmary whenever no one needed her, watching the horizon and hoping they would come back. Despite its foolishness, though, Aelin supposed everyone needed some hope these days.

Hers was Rowan Whitethorn.

Rowan Whitethorn had been her hope since Elide had died and Lysandra had been taken away.

He was one of the Lieutenants around, and despite his seriousness and brooding nature, he had always been kind to Aelin. Always visited her after finishing reports, always came to drink with her after a good day.

Always came by the bad days too.

He always made sure to check in with her after coming back, just so he would let her know he was still alive. He was still there.

His friends became her friends, and now whenever Aelin looked over the horizon, she wouldn’t wait only for Rowan. Her heart also hurt whenever she thought about the Moonbeam twins, Vaughan, Gavriel or Lorcan not coming back. Always felt unbelievably afraid she would go back home alone one day.

No, getting attached was foolish but hope was needed indeed.

Aelin hoped for so many things, but also always kept all that bottled numbness around just in case.

Hope was all they had these days.

Fenrys hoped he would go back to Doranelle one day, he would always say. He had met a beautiful woman weeks short of being drafted, and although years had passed, he still hoped she had waited. Still hoped he could have a normal life after this.

Years later after the war was over, he would discover that the city of Doranelle had been attacked and the beautiful woman hadn’t made it out.

Vaughan and Connall hoped they both would survive so, once they went back home, they could get properly married. Connall would always announce to the lower ranking soldiers that they were all invited to the ceremony, a party so big it would be more memorable than this war. Vaughan would smile at him, but fear and sadness always clouded his eyes. Hope was never enough to erase fear, it seemed.

Years later after the war was over, Connall would sit alone in an empty house, mourning for a man he never had the chance to marry properly.

Lorcan had loved Elide. Although only together for five months, Aelin knew Lor had loved her cousin. After her death, Aelin believed he wished for death, wished to join Elide in a place better than this. She discovered months later that Lorcan still had hope, still had dreams. As strange as it was to imagine that man with kids, Lorcan hoped he survived enough to do what Elide had always dreamed of. A small orphanage that would treat kids right until a loving family came by— a thing Lorcan hadn’t had when younger.

Years later after the war was over, Lorcan would decide to remain in the army, too scarred from years fighting to ever go back to the normal world.

Gavriel hoped to be alive so he could see Andromeda again. His lover, he would sometimes quietly tell Aelin while she stitched him up. Beautiful like no one, a terrible dancer who loved to dance with her whole heart. Gavriel hoped he could see her dance one more time.

Years later after the war was over, Gavriel would go back home to a grave with a woman inside that he would never see dancing again. Same illness as Elide, he would discover. He never talked to Lorcan after that, as if the other man was a mirror he refused to look at.

And then there was Rowan. In the beginning, he would tell her he didn’t have anything or anyone waiting for him. That dying in this war wouldn’t be terrible, wouldn’t crush his hopes because he didn’t have any.

That had been years ago, because two weeks ago, during a summer night while they all sat around the fire, Rowan told that his mind had changed. That he had something to hope for.

“Once this war is over, Aelin Galathynius, I hope I can take you out.” He said with a small smile, whispering so no one else would hear his dreams. “Any flashy or expensive or fancy place you want to go. And then I will take you to a bar and we will dance all night , just like Gavriel says his wife likes to do. And then, only then, I will kiss you.”

Aelin had smiled, arching an eyebrow at him. “Only then?”

He nodded solemnly. “Only then.”

The thought of it always brought a smile to Aelin’s lips, a new sort of lightheartedness taking over her body. Even amidst the war, imagining a life with Rowan— a normal life— always made her see the world a soft and lovely pink.

“Galathynius.” Rolfe calls from the infirmary. “They need you at the shock ward. Sorry, sweetheart, I tried to get them to give you some rest.”

“It’s fine, Rolfe.” Aelin said, getting up. “We are all used to it by now.”

Aelin had worked all day, seeing the sun slowly set, painting the world pink and orange. It was about time for dinner, and she was just finishing talking to a boy no older than seventeen who had broken his arm when rushed steps sounded. Hell broke lose in the room as a group of men hauled another one in one of the tables, shouting things to one another and to anyone around them.

It took Aelin a whole minute to realize who was on top of the table.

She didn’t know if she should cry or laugh bitterly. Maybe the Gods hated her, maybe the Gods did hate them all.

Aelin walked calmly to the table, willing all that bottled numbness to take over the hope in her body.

“How am I doing, ma’am? I tried telling them I was ok, but apparently they wanted a nurse’s opinion.” Rowan asked, his face in a grimace. Aelin knew that Rowan knew enough about injuries to know the answer to that. She looked back at the boys, all suddenly quiet as they watched Rowan.

Aelin decided to ignore his question, smiling at him instead. “Came back to check in? It was getting late, I was worried.”

Rowan didn’t complain about her changing the subject, instead grabbing her hand. “I could never leave you behind, Fireheart.”

Her throat twisting but not a single tear appearing. “Good, you still owe me a flashy, expensive, and fancy dinner.”

“Some dancing too, if I remember correctly.”

She nodded, cupping his face in one hand and rubbing his cheek with her thumb. “And a kiss.”

He nodded too, the tears that were missing on Aelin coming out of his eyes. “I know you are scared—“

Aelin bent down to kiss him on the forehead. “You are doing just fine, sir.”

Rowan smiled at that, lovingly and through tears. “I was just confirming.”

Ten minutes.

It had taken ten minutes until he died, nothing anyone could do.

Aelin left the room without a word to anyone. She walked and walked and walked until she knew no one would find her.

And only then she cried.

Because despite having just lost another person, she was a nurse. And nurses never cried in front of their patients or patients’ families. Never in front of the soldiers.

But now she was alone. Truly and wholly alone.

And so Aelin cried.

And the pink world became gray again.

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jango-fettish · 4 years ago

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3 - A Salacious B. Crumb vs Boba Fett Story

Summary: Salacious B. Crumb is an enigma. Boba Fett is seemingly unkillable god. So what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object?

Warnings: Canonical Violence, Character Death, OCC Salacious

Word Count: 2744

A/N: yeah the title is another britney spears song, deal with it. this has not been edited or read over after it was written so enjoy my mistakes (i meant typos and what nots, i know this entire thing could be considered a mistake). i gave up towards the end but whatever

Tagging my mutuals who tolerate my bullshit: @a-dorin @simping-for-fives @nelba @chadillacboseman @porgnugget @cptnbvcks @blxwjobsforclones @clonewarslover55 @djxrxn @escapedthesarlacc

Gif is not mine. i got it from here.

Tatooine was a barren wasteland, with only two outcomes for those unfortunate enough to land on the sandy dunes: a slow death or a quick death. No one ever got to choose which one would happen to them, it just happened. You could be a young child, just walking around the corner and getting caught in an unsuspected dust storm, sand filling every crevice and making home in your lungs. Or you could live for years, your skin and soul withering away under the twin suns, the heat baking you slowly from the inside out until you breathe your final breath.

Or, for some reason, you could actually get lucky and survive something that should have been your end. In an instant you turn into a god amongst mortals, someone who could say that Tatooine tried her best to end you, but you were just better. That is until the ever-changing dunes decided that today would be the day and become your grave. It was a rare occurrence, even more rare to happen to multiple people in the same day, in the same place. But luck and whatever greater being they believed in was on their side. And they lived.

Salacious B. Crumb, for all intents and purposes, should have died the moment he became the jester of Jabba the Hutt. The little Kowakian monkey-lizard wasn’t built for the festering, dry heat of Tatooine. What a change from the tropical climate and landscapes of his mother planet. Nonetheless, he adapted and survived. Though there were a few times that he was almost crushed by the weight of his master, or swallowed by the great slug beast for not doing his job. The little shit was tough, tough enough to be able to stare bounty hunters, such as Boba Fett, down and laugh in his face without worry of consequences.

But Boba Fett was the type to not forgive or forget transgressions, even the same ones. The noxious laugh of Jabba’s most loyal pet seemed to bother everyone besides the Hutt. Each time he arrived back in the dais to get a new job, Boba planned out exactly how he would kill the little creature, each growing more and more violent in nature. In the end, he had three perfectly planned out executions for the little creature. He wouldn’t be able to live out his sick fantasies, at least not when the Kowakian was wrapped snugly in Jabba’s tail, stealing the small morsels of food that broke off of Jabba’s meal.

Even as he fell into the great stomach of the Sarlacc, Boba could hear the high laugh of Salacious B. Crumb mocking him. It was cut short when there was a great explosion and, while it wasn’t one of the three ways Boba would have killed him, he was glad that at least it was done. But, their destinies were intertwined that day. Both were supposed to die in the swirling sands of the Dune Sea. But the Sea had other plans for them.

Boba Fett sat atop the throne once owned by his employer. How the fates had changed in favor of the Mandalorian, once swallowed the decaying in the bubbling stomach of the Sarlacc, now seated in a position of power no man would dream of having.

But Boba Fett was no ordinary man.

***********

As he stared at the bodies flooding the chamber, celebrating the ending of Bib Fortuna’s rule over the once powerful Hutt Empire, Boba felt at ease for the first time in his life. He had his father’s armor back, he completed a quest and earned himself a new powerful ally. However, even with all that, Boba could feel the bubbling of uncertainty in his gut.

Under the safety of his visor, Boba’s dark eyes watched Fennec Shand, his faithful partner, flirt with a purple skinned Twi’lek woman. Once unsure of trusting an assassin with a reputation such as Fennec’s, who at a moment's notice could easily blind side him and take everything he worked so hard for, Boba was sure he could trust her. He had saved her life after all. No, she wouldn’t be the one to betray him.

He didn’t have to worry about any supporters of Bib Fortuna. The pale Twi’lek had made many enemies within the five years he was in power, growing greedy and selfish. It helped that Boba’s reputation in the galaxy was well known and feared. He was a god, been to hell and back. Who would dare try to challenge him?

“F-F-Fett,” a high gravely voice whispered from behind him. It was like a breeze, barely there, but he could hear it.

Boba sat straighter in the throne and tried to drown out the sounds of laughing and merriment that echoed throughout the room. The helmet could only filter out so much. He wasn’t the same bounty hunter he used to be before the pit. Though he was only in the belly for two days, the Sarlacc did more damage to him than he would like to admit. His leg, which he surprisingly was able to save, burned and ached every step he took. The heavy beskar armor just added to the additional stress. He was in constant pain, unable to fully find a sedative or pill that would dull the pins and needles he felt in his knees. His ever increasing age only added to it. But gods didn’t feel pain, so Boba didn’t either.

“Fett,” the voice called again from his left. Boba whipped his head to the side, looking in the direct the whisper came. It was coming from deep in the many caves of the palace. The voice probably travelled not that far though to get to him. He seemed to be the only one that could hear it. Part of him wondered if he was imagining things, if the voice was just a hallucination. Maybe it was a new symptom of the pit.

Great.

Boba slowly stood up, his knees cracking each inch he rose.

“Leaving the party so soon, Fett?” Fennec Shand asked from the edge of the dias, getting his attention briefly, before he looked back in the direction of the whisper. She held a bottle of bright blue spotchka, her drink of choice. “What’s the rush?”

“Want to check something out,” he muttered.

“Ah, going after the ghost?”

“Ghost?” The vocoder crackled his voice.

“Some of the boys were telling me that they heard laughing in one of the storage rooms. Couldn’t find anything or anyone down there though.”

“Laughing? What kind of laughing?” Boba asked, looking back to Fennec.

She shrugged, “Beats me. Said it was annoying enough to make them not want to go back in there.”

Boba’s hand twitched slightly. An annoying laugh. He knew quite a few people who he could easily categorize their laugh as annoying, but none of them from this part of the galaxy. Except one. But he was dead...but then again, so was Boba.

“Crumb,” Boba growled, grabbing his blaster.

“Crumb?” Fennec asked to deaf ears as Boba made his way to the hallway entrance.

The winding halls that led deep into the ground were dimly lit as he made his way deeper into the cave system of the Palace. The walls were glistening, the moisture collecting into little pellets the deeper Boba ventured into the ground. Where had Fennec said the laugh was coming from? One of the storage rooms?

As if on cue, a guttural laugh resonated in the hall. The sound hit Boba right in the gut, sending goosebumps up his arms. It wasn’t fear, but irritation that coursed through his body. Boba ground his teeth together, stomping down to the one storage room he knew would hold the little monster. For years Boba watched the little shit pick at the food that was given to him or that he stole, going straight for the dried, cured meats. His beak would tear at the muscles, ripping them into shreds before consuming the food with a hearty laugh.

Boba stood in the doorway of the storage room where the keepers of the Palace kept the dried meats. Different cuts and creatures hung from the ceiling on large hooks, perfectly still. The room had no light, other than the faint glow that flowed through the doorway. Boba’s body shielded most of the light, his shadow disappearing within the room where the light touched.

“Where are you, you little shit?” Boba growled. He took one step forward, shifting his visor into night vision.

“ooooAHAHHAHAHAHA,” the voice cackled loudly.

Boba couldn’t see anything, other than hanging meat, as he stepped through the room. His blaster was drawn at the ready, finger secure on the trigger. For years he dreamed a day like this would come. No longer was Jabba around to protect the Kowakian.

“Come on now, little monkey, how did you survive?” Boba asked, pushing a piece of Bantha thigh out of his way.

“F-Fett!” the voice called before chuckling darkly. The sound was unsettling. Boba hadn’t known the creature to speak actual words. Was it even possible? The deeper Boba stepped into the meat cellar, the greater his uneasiness grew.

“Did Fortuna let you sneak your way back in here? If it were me, I’d have put you on the pit roast the moment you showed your fucking face.”

Silence: something Boba did not like.

“Show yourself!” he called out.

A chain to his left shook and he heard a scream. He turned, but a second too late and Salacious B. Crumb landed on the Mandalorian’s shoulder, his sharp beak trying to find a soft spot to sink into. The Kowakian’s claws dragged themselves across Boba’s helmet. Salacious was laughing the entire time, the haunting noise drowning out Boba’s curses. Boba gripped the scruff on Salicious’s neck, ripping him off and threw him back into the shadows. Truthfully, Boba knew that he should have strangled the little guy there, but the nauseating laughs irritated him to no end. Boba just needed him away.

Salacious clung to one of the hanging meats, his claws ripping into the tendons. He glared down at Boba, who had fully regained himself after the quick attack. How Salacious wished nothing more than to strike again, but he knew better. He had to bide his time. Boba Fett was good, better than most if not all bounty hunters. The Mandalorian looked up at Salacious, and tilted his head to the side.

“You always were an ugly little shit,” Boba said.

It was true, time had not been kind to Salacious. The fires from the explosion took most of his fur, save a few patches on his back. His once oil rich skin was rough and dry, as were his claws and beak. The iron rich meals he received from living in the meat cellar had provided Salacious with enough sustenance to gain weight. He was heftier, larger than Boba remembered. But it was the frenzied look in Salacious’s beady yellow eyes that struck the Mandalorian.

“Fett!” Salacious cried out, his high voice rattling through the tense air. “Feeds on Fett Crumb will! Gain his power Crumb shall! AHAHAHAHAHHA.”

Being alone in a dark room had made the Kowakian delirious and wild.

“Just as Crumb did with the others!” Salacious howled again.

“Others?” Boba asked. But a quick glance to the side answered his question. In the farthest corner that the light could touch were stacks of bones and mangled bodies of decaying Gamorreans. Boba himself had ousted most of them, not wanting to rely on the pig creatures.

“You’ve made quite a mess, haven’t you, little monkey?” Boba said, raising his blaster once more.

“Fett thinks he funny. Funnier than Crumb? Never!” Salacious growled, and jumped to another piece of meat. The chains rattled and moaned under the new strain.

“You’ve gotten fat,” Boba said.

Salacious grin was sinister and showed what rotting teeth he had left, “Fortuna got fat! Why not Crumb?”

“I’ll give you that.” Boba watched as Salacious jumped to another, closer, piece of meat. “Watch it, little monkey.”

Salacious went quiet and still, his head lurching to the side. His tongue flicked out from his beak, coating the tip in spit. He began making incoherent noises, babbling to himself.

“How are we going to do this?” Boba asked, “Though, to be honest with you, little monkey, I’ve already made up my mind.”

“Crumb told Fett already!” Salacious cried out, “Crumb will eats Fett!”

“Not a great plan.” Boba took a step forward causing Salacious to hiss. “I’ve dreamed of this moment for a long time.”

Salacious’s body curled back, his eyes flickering to the piece of meat hanging to the left of Boba and Boba himself. After a few seconds, his angered look rested on Boba. He had made his decision. He lunged forward, claws ready to attach themselves into whatever piece of Boba they could. Salacious was fast, but a blaster was faster.

And with Boba Fett at the end of the blaster, you are sure to lose.

Salacious howled in pain, falling just before Boba’s boots with a dull thud. Smoke rose from his chest from where the blaster shot landed. He coughed out pathetically, blood spattering onto Boba’s boots, before stilling. Boba counted to three silently and then slowly began to bend down. His knees creaked and groaned with the chains.

Before he was in a full squat, Salacious’s eyes opened wide and he swatted out at Boba. His claws connect with the beskar of Boba’s chest armor, scratching away the forest green paint in four jagged lines.

“Fuck,” Boba shouted, jumping back.

“F..F...Fett,” Salacious said weakly, coughing once again. His chest moved erratically before completely stilling. His glossy eyes dulled over and his tongue hung limply out the side of his mouth.

This time, Boba waited longer than three seconds, and this time, he didn’t bend down to check to see if Salacious was really dead. Boba nudged the limp body with the toe of his boot, making a satisfied noise when the body simply rolled to the other side, blood seeping out from underneath.

By the time Boba emerged from the depths of the winding cavens, the crowd he had left doubled in size. He found Fennec easily in the mass of bodies, lounging in a large chair with a jug of spotchka, and not only the purple Twi’lek seated on her lap, but a human woman seated next to her, drinking in every word Fennec had to say. Boba approached his partner, the crowd dispersing from his path. One of the perks of being king, though it wasn’t really an issue for him before either.

“Look who finally decided to grace us with his presence. How was your little adventure?” Fennec asked.

“Need you to do something for me,” Boba said, ignoring her question. He was in no mood for games; he just wanted to fuck off from the world and sleep.

Fennec smiled charmingly at the human woman, “Hold on a moment sweetheart.”

“I need you to get some men to go to the meat cellar and clean it up,” Boba began, “Tell them to get rid of everything.”

“We just got a fresh shipment the other day, why do we-”

“It’s spoiled,” Boba interjected. Fennec stared at him, leaning back in the chair. She knew well enough that it wasn’t spoiled; she had been there when the shipment came in and checked it herself. Everything was fresh and top of the line.

“That’s new.” Fennec said, pointing her jug of spotchka to the four lines on his armor. “What happened there?”

“Fucking monkey,” Boba grumbled. Fennec was about to question what he meant, but Boba held a hand up, silencing any words from her. “Just...just have them clean the damn meat cellar.”

Fennec nodded, taking a sip of the blue liquid. “Did you find that ghost?”

Boba laughed darkly, “Oh I found him alright. Fucking took care of it too.” Boba grabbed the jug of spotchka from Fennec, “I’m going to my chambers, I don’t want to be bothered.”

“I was drinking that,” Fennec said.

But her words drifted into the noise of the crowd, becoming one with the cacophony of laughs and jests and music. But the one thing Boba did not hear was that high pitched Kowakian squeal that chased him down the Sarlacc’s mouth. And he was content with that.

#WHY DO I ACTUALLY FUCK WITH THIS?#i will not apologize for my genius #im the only author to every exist #writing #salacious b crumb #boba fett #star wars #the mandalorian #star wars fanfic

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drawlfoy · 4 years ago

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Mirror, Mirror Finale (P.1...)

masterlist (catch up on parts 1-5 here!) request guidelines

pairing: draco x ravenclaw!reader

summary: y/n has had a crush on draco malfoy from afar since--well, forever. what will happen when they’re paired up for prefect rounds and run into a special mirror?

warnings: language

a/n: heyyy guys...how are you doing...so i’m sure you’ve noticed that i have p.1 added into this even though it’s marked as a finale...yes i am aware of the fact but it is not even close to being done and i do not want to give this a half baked ending. i thought you guys might like seeing what i’ve been sitting on for a long time. more writing will be coming soon! i promise! i’m actually working on another oneshot soon that’ll be fun to put out there !

overall tags: @gruffle1 @missmulti @cleopatera @hahaboop @accio-rogers @geeksareunique @eltanin-malfoy @war-sword @cams-lynn @itsivyberry

mirror mirror tags: @theres-a-dog-outside-omg @mey-rapp @kaibie @blackpinkdolan @the-wiener-soldierrrrr @sugarbby99

word count: 2.9k

music recs: i sink i sink -- living hold ; wishes -- beach house ; could this be love? -- saturn 17

Y/N played with the cup of tea that sat steaming before her, running the tips of her fingers around the golden rim. The soft chamomile scent rose up to her nose in charmed yellow tendrils, something that would’ve been calming had she not been sat in front of Professor Trelawny, answering uncomfortable questions and averting her gaze from her loony eyes.

“Dearie, I know that you may not want to share, but it’s incredibly important for the healing process. Even more important than the potions and the tea leaf readings.”

“Er...when I first fell asleep, all my dreams were just of past memories. Aft--”

“Excuse me.” Trelawny held up her hand as she scratched a heading on her parchment. “If you want to get better, you must add more details. What memories? Of what?”

Y/N swallowed, casting her eyes to the ceiling. “Erm...I saw Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.” Her breath hitched as the professor furrowed her eyebrows. Suddenly the teacup felt scalding in her hand. “I saw our rounds together. When we ran into the mirror, that is.”

“What mirror?”

“The Mirror of Erised.”

Trelawny raised her eyebrow--a quick motion but not entirely unassuming. “Interesting. Very, very curious indeed. Go on.”

“I saw us...together. I didn’t think that it was a special mirror until afterwards because it looked the same. We were...uhm...together.”

It took a few seconds of staring at Trelawny’s googly eyes before she realized she’d just repeated herself.

“And after that….” Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to draw out the rest of her memories. “I don’t remember everything else. I’m sorry. It was just everything that I remember about Malfoy in particular...like, the first time I saw him, what it was like to talk to him for the first time, running away from him in the Slytherin dungeons that one night I had to stay overnight for potions...that’s it.”

Her professor nodded gravely, shifting in the only chairs that the hospital wing provided to visitors--hard, cold mahogany wood. “Well done. And after? Once Miss Severyjn woke you up?”

Her throat felt dry. Of course I’d have to recount what happened. Of course I have to tell them about how I had a dream about making out with him in my dorm. Of course. Just my luck.

“I’m sorry,” said Y/N. “It’s just...weird. It felt too private.”

Trelawny seemed slightly empathetic at this; her eyes seemed even kinder (albeit still dreamy) than usual. “I’ve heard it all, love. No need to be ashamed.”

“Okay.” She took a steadying breath. “I...well...it’s fuzzy. I can’t remember exactly why we ended up ditching our rounds and why we decided to go to my dorm instead.”

It was difficult to continue when she saw her companion’s eyebrows shoot up a few inches, but she steeled herself.

“It took me a long time to unlock my dorm door--I think I was nervous, or something, because my hands were shaking too hard to hold my wand steady. He moved my hand aside and said something--I can’t quite remember what--and he just unlocked it himself. I think I dragged him in by his tie, and he told me that I was trembling, and then before I knew it he was cupping my face. I remember being surprised by how warm his hands were. I thought they’d be colder.”

“Go on, doll. I only need a little bit more.”

“It’s awfully embarrassing, you know,” said Y/N. “I hardly know him.”

“Don’t you worry. Your dream was created by whatever traces of magic the Mirror of Erised left on you. This has nothing to do with how you view Malfoy.”

She dared to smile at this point, mostly as a way to pretend like she wasn’t mortified recounting her tale. “He kissed me. I don’t know if you need any more details, but that’s the grand picture of it all. He kissed me, and I didn’t stop him, and now I feel like a proper creeper, having fantasies about a boy who wants nothing to do with me.”

The wrinkles on Trelawny’s forehead deepened. “Don’t fret. The Mirror of Erised is a very powerful thing. You couldn’t have influenced that dream to work any different than it had. On that note…” She brushed herself off and rolled up the parchment. “You’ve given me enough to work with. The reason why I ask is because sometimes certain dreams can be prophetic--sometimes regarding important wizarding events that the headmaster ought to be aware of--or potentially deadly. Both instances require a bit more...of an intensive treatment regiment, if you will. I’m happy to report to you that your bout of Dream Sickness shouldn’t develop into anything more sinister. I’ll recommend that you stay here for a bit longer, just to ensure that you don’t slip into it again, but you should be able to have visitors and wean yourself off of Dreamless Sleep. Rest up, darling. You have a lot of sleeping to do.”

Y/N smiled weakly as she allowed Trelawny to pluck the teacup from her hands and swirl the leaves about.

“Nothing but good news in your future, just as I suspected. Good night!”

oOo

Life in the infirmary led Y/N to walk a wobbly line of consciousness. Once Madame Pomfrey lowered the doses of her potion, dreams began to once again tickle at her sleeping mind. Sometimes people she knew would appear next to her bedside, and she was never able to tell if it was real. During one of these instances, Rena appeared to hold her hand and recount the hottest gossip that she missed.

“...And after that, Parvati told Lavender Brown that she was nothing but a ditz whose only acts of Gryffindor bravery had to do with the fact that she left her room every morning wearing THAT disaster of a cloak…but I’m boring you, I can tell.”

Y/N, or perhaps Dream Y/N, whichever one she was, sent her a soft smile. “S’okay. Tell me more.”

“Oh, I totally forgot!” Rena squeezed her hand. “I talked to Flitwick about the whole incident. He sends his condolences. He also says that you’re excused from rounds until we reassign partners. No more late nights with Malfoy!”

She rolled her eyes, shuffling further under the blankets. This was just a dream, just a dream.

“Sucks to be him. He’s gonna have to walk all those big, scary halls alone at night.”

Rena cracked a grin, but something flashed across her eyes that Y/N couldn’t quite decipher. “Yeah. He already had his knickers in a twist over having to do it the first night. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he missed you.”

“He missed having someone to harass, you mean,” corrected Y/N.

“Yeah, I suppose so. He’s not all bad all the time though, you know. I mean, granted, he is a rich little prat, but he has some good in him.”

“Got a crush, hm?”

Rena’s eyes shifted again. She was nervous thought Y/N. But why? She quickly decided to ask Madame Pomfrey for a higher dose of Dreamless Sleep the next time she saw her as a lucid member of society. This stuff is getting out of hand.

Before Dream Rena left, she dropped off a bouquet of flowers--white roses, her favorite. Y/N tried to thank her, but she felt herself being tugged softly to a different dream, away, away, away from her dear friend.

It took a rough shake of the shoulder from Madame Pomfrey before she was awake again.

“Drink,” she said, forcing a goblet of something foul into her hands. “You’ve been delirious. You need to wake up.”

The taste that hit her tongue was bitter and laced with the nostalgia of O.W.Ls season last year--Wide-Eye Potion. Her consciousness came crashing down on her like a cool tide and she became aware of how much sweat was dripping down her back.

Gross.

“Feel better?”

Y/N nodded, but as she turned to set her now-empty goblet on the table next to her, her stomach lurched.

A vase of white roses stood, unimposing in nature but anxiety inducing when she considered the implications they carried. Rena’s visit hadn’t been a dream--and her last excuse to see Draco, the boy who had made her life hell for the last few weeks, was gone.

So why did it feel like she’d just been punched in the stomach?

oOo

Exactly a week and one day after she had been admitted to the hospital, Madame Pomfrey allowed her a special privilege--the chance to take a walk around the castle grounds. After breathing the same stale hospital wing air, Y/N was eager to fill her lungs with something colder and fresh.

“Stick close to the gravel path,” said Madame Pomfrey, the wrinkles in her forehead deepening with each word she spoke. “Do not, and I mean, do not, get near a single magical artifact or so help me Merlin. If you feel the slightest bit feverish, you will come right back here and you will not--under any circumstances--lie down and shut your eyes. Am I understood?”

“Yes, Madame Pomfrey.” The words fell out of Y/N’s mouth without her really taking any notice; instead, she watched the way the trees moved outside, swaying softly with the wind. “I promise I’ll be careful.”

The nurse nodded--a brisk, tense motion. “Good. Be back here in 30 minutes. Any later and I will employ the entire staff of this castle to come track you down so I can personally drag you back here.”

Y/N had forgotten how air could be crisp--crisp she thought giddily--as she waltzed her way down the steps and into the courtyard. Her loafers made a satisfying tap on the stone that she almost missed when the pathway turned to gravel, the rocks crunching under toe instead. But regardless, she was stoked. In that moment, she had never felt more alive, not even after she’d gotten near straight Os last year...but seconds later, she was hit with something other than euphoria: namely, a silk clad black shoulder.

“Ow.” Y/N went face first into the ground, her cheek bouncing off the hard floor.

“Ah, fuck! Fuck! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” A posh voice, no doubt the owner of the silky shoulder, sounded from above her. “Oh, oh my god, Y/N? Is that you?”

She rolled over on her back and looked right up into the concerned eyes of Draco Malfoy.

“Er...Hi,” she said. “Lovely day, isn’t it?”

His eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at her. “Are you alright? Why are you out of the hospital wing?”

“Madame Pomfrey let me go for a walk. She said that it’s good for me. Also she told me not to...fuck, I’m not supposed to lie down!”

The flash of terror in her eyes seemed to say enough, and before she knew it, he was hauling her up off the ground.

“Why are they letting you walk out all alone?” asked Draco, his tone demanding but not entirely uncaring.

“I think they presumed that everyone on the path would have the common decency to avoid a poor sick girl coming out for her first walk in a week, but clearly they thought too soon.”

Draco still hadn’t completely let go of her shoulders, where his hands were clasped firmly around the sides in a gesture meant to steady. He snorted at that moment, a bit of his old self shining back through as he narrowed his eyes down good-naturedly at her. “It’s hardly like the entire school has been issued a warning that you’ve been released.”

“Oh, quit stroking my ego like that.” Y/N tilted her eyebrow to examine him. For the most part, her old rounds partner looked no different--same strikingly light eyes, same aristocratic features, same expensive and fashionable apparel--but the bags under his eyes were new. “Have you been sleeping? Like, at all?”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you. Who else?”

His hands moved away from their supporting position to scratch the back of his neck. “Oh, er, not much. I keep worrying about getting what you came down with. Rena told me about the Dream Sickness and how it was because of the mirror, and it’s just hard for me to sleep.”

“Oh. I’m sorry about that.”

“Yeah.” He shifted his weight back and forth, his hands shoved deep into his pockets.

“What exactly did Rena tell you?” Y/N’s words snapped Draco back to attention. “And if you say everything I will lie down on the ground, go back into my dream coma, and tell everyone it’s your fault.”

“Well, then.” A smirk danced across his lips. “Nothing. Rena told me nothing.”

Y/N stared at him for a few seconds before lowering herself to the ground, never breaking eye contact.

“What--what are you doing?”

His face went out of her eye line as she lay flat on the ground, stretching her limbs out to vaguely resemble a starfish and exhaling a heavy sigh. “I’m going to sleep right here. When Madame Pomfrey finds me, barely toeing the line between life and death, I’ll have rehearsed a speech in my mind about how Draco Malfoy knocked a poor sick girl over in the gravel pathway and then harassed her to the point of exhaustion.”

When Y/N opened her eyes, she could see Draco come into vision. His green and silver striped tie swung in the air above her as he leaned over her, a slight grimace on his face.

“I don’t think you were sorted into the right house.”

“Keep your comments to yourself,” she said, shutting her eyes again and taking in a deep breath. “Some of us are trying to sleep.”

“I thought you were--Y/N, wait!” A hand reached out to gently shake her shoulder. “Wait! I thought you were kidding!”

“I never kid. I’m very serious. Leave me be, now. I have a speech to write.”

She heard a loud and rather over dramatic sigh above her before a hand started tugging at her arm, lifting it up over her head and pulling.

“Draco! Stop!”

“Calling me Draco, now, huh? Awfully intimate when you’re about to frame me for attempted murder,” he said, his tone surprisingly consistent and clear for someone hauling a whole adult woman off the ground. “Can you at least try to help me? A little bit?”

“Fuck off,” was the only thing coming out of Y/N’s mouth as he pulled her to her feet for the second time in less than 10 minutes. Once they were both standing, just barely a meter apart, Y/N found herself at a complete loss for words. Draco was looking down at her with an emotion displayed across his features that she could not quite place, and it made her stomach twist.

“You have gravel stuck in your hands.”

His voice took her by surprise. It had softened considerably, almost to a whisper. There was none of the usual snottiness or nasal judgement present--just a breathy declaration that made her knees weak from the sudden shift in energy.

His hand moved towards hers, and he met her eyes with a gaze that asked “is this okay?” Y/N couldn’t help but just stare, wide-eyed and unable to blink, as he gently took her hand and began pulling out the rocks.

“I have to tell you something,” said Draco, still quiet and unimposing in tone. “I...I know that this might come as a surprise, and I know that you...er...probably don’t care to hear this, but, erm…”

Y/N just stared.

“I’ve been feeling this way for a while, and I just didn’t really figure it out until you, uh, you got sick, and I know I’ve been a proper prat to you and that you have no need to reciprocate anything, truly, but, ehm…”

His adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he squeezed his eyes shut, like he was in pain or something.

“Spit it out, Draco, I don’t have all day,” added Y/N lightly.

“Miss Y/L/N!”

A voice boomed across the courtyard, making Y/N nearly jump out of her skin. A quick turn revealed that it was Madame Pomfrey. And a furious Madame Pomfrey at that.

“You foolish, foolish girl,” said Pomfrey, seizing her by the arm and dragging her away. “Speaking to the same boy in your dreams? Why don’t you just go and lick the Mirror of Erised and fall asleep right after? You give me migraines.”

“I’m so sorry Madame Pomfrey! I didn’t mean to!” Apologies rolled out of Y/N’s mouth at a rapid-fire pace, not stopping until she’d been escorted back to her bed.

“I am so disappointed in you,” the older lady snapped as she stormed over to the neighboring bed, angrily wringing out a washcloth. “No visitors. Not until you have a perfect bill of health.”

Hospital air had never felt so stale.

final a/n: whew this was a long one and definitely not all. this was about half of my draft and i’m still working on it, so we’ll see how long the next one is. i hope that you guys enjoyed! comments/thoughts on this chapter will definitely give me more motivation to finish this series strong, so i’d love to hear what you guys thought of this :) thanks for reading!

#draco x reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy #draco #draco imagine #draco malfoy imagine #draco x you #draco x y/n #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy x y/n #harry potter imagine #hp imagine #draco lucius malfoy x reader #draco lucius malfoy #mirror mirror

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julessworldd · 4 years ago

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Cheerleader and the future rockstar

Warnings: cussing, there’s a jock being an ass talking about the Oc in a gross, sexual way. arguing a little.

A/N: I don’t know much about Izzy’s family life, like his mom and brothers name. I think the one I had is right for his younger brother. And what year he finished high school, bare with me. Oc’s home life is sorta sucky even though she’s the rich cheerleader. she’s not snobby at all like the sterotype everyone has about cheerleaders. I will make a part 2!

@slashscowboyboots @roger-taylors-car @reigns420 @awildkaitlynhasappeared @ginny-rose-sixx @izzysguitar since you liked the post last night about the upcoming fic :)

High school Au of Izzy.. Izzy falls for the cheer captain after, she offers her help on an essay in English. Here's the thing the cheerleader has loved Izzy since he grabbed her from falling down the stairs, sophomore year.

Many know Jeff Isbelle or now Izzy for lots of things. He was the cool, stoner, who was planning on being a rockstar with his buddy, Bill Bailey. To some teachers he was hell on wheels, "The badboy" even though he barely talked. Jocks: Izzy was a creep, just another shadow, stupid stoner who needs to have better life plans. To Judith Channing Izzy was: her crush of two years, wanted to spark a conversation, but her red and black cheer uniform stopped her. Izzy hated the cheer squad because their "Loyalty" to the jocks, they were too happy for his liking at 10 am. Judith remembers when Tommy Lockeler tried to push her down the 3rd floor stairway after, she told him she thought he was nothing but a whore and didn't want to go on a date. Felt like it was yesterday..

I stared at Tommy as he was putting his claim about him being a manwhore. His face got redder and redder by the minute..

"Keith told me you had such a tight pussy, Channing. Wanna let me test his theory out? Probably won't you're just a bitch", Tommy spat back.

"Fuck you, Tommy. You just proved my point right there! God, you're so stup-", I felt the air out of my chest leave as I tumbled backwards into someone's arms. "Whatever", I heard Tommy stomp away. "Hey, hey. You okay?", I heard a soft but gravely voice ask. I opened my eyes to see a tallish boy with medium brown hair, hazel eyes holding me, face with concern. "Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks for not letting me bust my head open, uh?", I said, holding my hands flat on his chest, one hand clutching his Rolling Stones' shirt. "Jeff, but I go by Izzy. Aren't you that Channing girl?", Izzy said, pulling me up, pushing a hair out of my face. "Yeah, I'm Judith. Nice to know my hero's name, Izzy", I blushed. Izzy grinned, "What made Tommy try to commit murder after lunch anyways?" I smoothed out my uniform skirt, "Just the guy I lost my-", I realized what I was about to say to the new guy. "My hat, this summer. Tommy wanted to- '', I said, but Izzy nodded and seemed to understand what my 'hat' actually was.

"Well, Keith needed to keep his mouth shut. Tommy is just an asshole, he's a jock they're all the same'', Izzy grumpled. "Yeah, you're right", I said. "Judith! We're gonna be late to practice, come on!", Erin yelled down the hall. "Thanks again, I appreciate it a lot. See ya around, Izzy", I smiled. "No problem. Have a good practice, Jude", Izzy said, reaching into his jacket pocket for his Malobros. I watched Izzy smirk and skip down each stair, his cute ass bouncing as he went down. "Judith!", Erin yelled again, taking me away from my hero.

Crazy how that's been two years ago, Izzy doesn't recognize me or chose to at least. After that day, I had a big secret crush on the Johnny Thunders of Lafayette. No guy gets me like Izzy does, Izzy barely knows me but he has such a big affect on me. I walked into Mr. Allan's senior english class, there was a seat by the window, behind this dark headed boy. I sat down behind him, judging if I liked this seat. It was close enough to board, not in the very very front, nice view outside. "Oh Mike?", the kid turned around. "Oh, you're not Mike. Hi", I looked up and it was Jeff Isbelle. "No, sorry. Is this seat taken?", I asked as my heartrate rose. "No, he came in for a minute, guess he left before I noticed", Izzy said. "Okay class, let's get started!", Mr. Allan clasped his hands together. Allan was going over what we would be doing in the class before we graduated in June. Same bullshit honestly. Read Shakeperse, write essays, read other dead guys' writings.

Two weeks later, Izzy was still seated in front of me. Making 3rd period class time hell, if you call getting to see his beautiful self plop down everyday. "Alright guys, we finished McBeth and now I'm wanting you to write about how you took the play. I'm asking if you liked the ending, if not write how you would have ended instead. You can use the books, notes we took, even chapter tests I gave back. Due in two weeks", Mr. Allan stated before sitting back at his desk. It was getting close to 4th period, meaning I could leave for the day, no cheer practice today too.

"Hey Judith?", Izzy asked. "Yeah, what's up?", I asked from writing my draft. "Did you keep anything from this unit? I lost my binder", Izzy asked. "Yeah, what do you want?", I smiled. "Notes, I guess. I'm not sure how I wanna write this shitty essay", Izzy grinned. Damn what a beautiful smile. I handed him every note I took on the play, side notes, everything. "Pretty smart for a cheerleader", Izzy said, grabbing my notes. "I liked the play really well, okay?", I fought back. "If you say so, Judith", Izzy turned back around.

I walked in the empty room, well thought it was empty. Izzy was sitting in a desk next to Mr.Allan's desk, "Oh sorry, sir", I started to turn around. "It's okay, Judith. Actually, I need you for something", Mr. Allan smiled. I stood next to Izzy. "With what?", I asked. "Mr. Isbelle said you gave him his notes, the first day I assigned this essay. I'm just wanting to make sure he's not lying is all", Mr. Allan said. "Jeff is telling you the truth, sir. He asked if I still had anything about the play and wanted my notes for a starting point, I guess. You said we could use anything we did for the play", I said, starting to get offended he would assume Izzy stole my notes and wanted to cheat.

"Okay, Judith. Well, since you're here go sit down.", Mr. Allan breathed out, probably embarrassed and a 17 year old girl started him out. The ball rang making Mr.Allan go out for hall duty and talk to other teachers.

"Hey", Izzy said, standing in front of me. "Hi, Jeff", I smiled. "Thanks for backing me up with dickhead. If I tell you this, will you promise me you won't go to practice and gossip about me?", Izzy said clenching his jaw, he looked really hot. "Of course, Jeff. What's up?", I asked, rubbing my thumb over my other hand. "Your notes helped some, but I'm still stuck. Maybe, it's writer's block I need you to help me crap out this dumb essay. Please?", Izzy said. "Yeah, no problem, Jeffrey. I have cheer until 4:45, but I can meet you somewhere after.", I smiled. Izzy stared at me for a second, "Sure, that's cool. I can give you my address, mom's working late."

I pulled up to Izzy's place, couple cars were parked outside. I decided to stay on the side of his street and yard, leaving a place for his mother. Izzy stepped out for a smoke as I got out, pulling my brother's t-shirt down. "Boyfriend's shirt?", Izzy blew out smoke from his lips. "No, brother's actually", I said, slinging my bag on my shoulder more. "Oh. Didn't know you had siblings, you gave me the spoiled only kid vibe", Izzy deadpanned. "No, three older brothers and two younger sisters.", I said, feeling small and embarrassed by Izzy. "My brother is here, just ignore him the best you can. He brought home some hamburgers, if you're hungry.", Izzy said, holding the door open. It was an average, but comfortable home. Pictures of Izzy and his brothers, with their mother lined the walls and a few tables. Tv by the wall, couple couches, chairs. Something wet touch my shein, "Sadie! Down. I'm sorry I thought Kevin set her out.", Izzy started to pull Sadie away by her collar. "She's okay. I have two dogs myself, I'm in her house, she's just checking me out. Yeah, you're a pretty girl", I said, bending down to pet her. "What kind of dogs?", Izzy said, sitting on a chair next to Sadie. "German shepherd, named Phoenix, Golden Retriever, Jagger. Jagger is new she's my baby like Phoenix", I said giggling as Sadie licked my hand. "Cool", Izzy mumbled. "Do you wanna start your essay or let me see what you have? Might not have to even start over", I got up and stood by his chair. "Damn, you're really about that essay", Izzy got up, going where I amused his room.

"Boys, I'm home!", A woman's voice entered the room. "Oh hi, dear. I didn't know Jeff had a girl over.", She smiled. "Yeah, I'm helping him on an english essay. I'm Judith Channing", I got up and grinned. "Channing? Channing? Is your father's name Frank?", She asked. "Yes, that's him", I said. "I went to high school with him, how is he?" "That's nice, uh he's good. Still in Chicago", I said. "Chicago?" "Yeah, business trip", I said, hoping Izzy would dash in or holler for me to come to see his room. "Does Jeff know you're here?", She asked with a worried look. "Yeah, we met outside. He went to his room for his english stuff, guess he fell to China '', I giggled. "Tell me about it, damn boy takes forever. Jeff! Did you forget about Judith? Jeffery Dean!", His mother yelled.

"Mom, hey. Though I told you to come with me, Judith?", Izzy said standing beside me. "How was work, Momma?", Izzy hugged her. "Hi, I'm Kevin and you are?", Kevin, Izzy's younger brother checked me out. "Kev, let her alone she's with me", Izzy said, standing beside me protectively. "You're way way out of my brother's leguage. Hey Mom", Kevin said. "Come on. Holler if you need anything", Izzy grabbed my hand, pulling me with him. He grabbed my bag on the way. "Crack your door, Jeff. I mean it!", his mother yelled. Izzy's room was nice, typical posters, navy blue bed set, desk with papers and pens, small nightstand with a picture of his family, set of records by his recorder player. I slid my shoes off by his desk and sat on the chair. Izzy flopped on his bed, unamused.

"So what did you think about McBeth?", I asked. Izzy shrugged. "Izzy, your perspective is gonna help write this essay. Tell me", I scoffed. "Just a crazy dude that got killed for letting his power go to his side over what a couple hags had to say. I liked when he got ambushed by the people", Izzy sighed, rubbing his hair around. "Okay, see that helps. So,you liked the ending and we can stretch your thought out into five paragraphs", I said, looking for a pencil. "Listen, Judith I'm not in the mood for a stupid play from a dead guy from 400 years ago. Mr.Allan can go fuck himself", Izzy scoffed out. "If you didn't want me over why did you ask for my help. I do have other shit to do, Izzy", I pinched the bridge of my nose. This fucker made me drive half way cross town for this essay. "Then why did accept to come over and help?", Izzy spat back. "I don't know? Probably because I always help people who need help. It's what nice people do anyways", I rolled my eyes.

“Why did I have to ask a smart cheer captain for help?”, Izzy groaned.

“Sorry to break your little stereotype of cheerleaders being dumb and only want to fuck. You know what, Iz? I’m leaving, who cares if you finish the damn essay. Not like you care if you fail or pass, L.A won’t care either way”, I stood by his bed at his nightstand. Izzy stared up at me with confusion. “How do you know wanna go to L.A? I’ve never had a conversation with you before english”, Izzy raised up. “Bill told me you were thinking about if after graduation, he asked my help for math. We have talked before, Izzy. Sophomore year, you caught me from falling to my death after Tommy Lockeler, pushed me down the stairs. You had a Rolling stones shirt on, your hair a little shorter, guess I landed in your arms on a good day.”, I said, with tears in my eyes. “That’s you? No wonder you look familiar besides being a cheerleader. I’m sorry for being a dick, you did come out of your way for me.”, Izzy stood up from his bed. “It’s fine, Izzy. Why don’t you just bullshit it? I’m not feeling too great”, I sighed, walking to his desk for my bag. “Wait. Please don’t leave, I really need your help. I really liked the book and I’m sorta stuck.”, Izzy grabbed my wrist.

“Okay. If I see you slacking I’m out, Isbelle”, I said. “Sit”, Izzy said, pushing his office chair to me. “Thanks”, I smiled. Izzy pushed a hair out of my face, “Sorry, it was bothering me” I blushed, before looking away from him. Izzy chuckled, “Something you hiding from me, Judith?” “Tell you what, if you finish the essay, I’ll tell you what I’m hiding, deal?”, I bit my lip. “Deal”, Izzy smirked. Izzy’s brain was flowing and his hand was scribbling on the paper like he didn’t need me over. “Anndd done”, Izzy said, throwing his pencil in the cup he had on his desk. “Let me read it first”, I grabbed the two pages. “You lied”, Izzy whined. I scanned his paper looking for details of the play, if he had the right grammar, punctuation. “Looks good, Izzy. I’m proud”, I laid the paper down. “Thanks, now tell me why you were blushing?”, Izzy laid his hand on my jean clad thigh. “Do I have to?”, I whined. “I did my part, so it’s your turn, Channing”, Izzy said, not breaking his poker face. “Okay, don’t get mad. I have had a crush on since you caught me that day, at times I’m happy Tommy attempted to murder me that day. You happy?”, I stood from his chair and paced besides his bed. “Judith”, Izzy said.

“Hey, Judith, calm down. I have to tell you something too”, Izzy said, grabbing my hand. “What?”, I asked, scared to death he was gonna kick me out. “I like-”, “Hey dinner is ready”, Kevin opened his door, looking down at our hands. “I better get home, mom’s probably worried.”, I lied, she didn’t give a damn about me and my whereabouts. “Okay, I’ll walk you out”, Izzy said. We reached my car, “Well,thanks for the help. Guess I needed to be forced to write”, Izzy said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “No problem, I liked hanging out with you”, I smiled. Izzy nodded, “Be safe” “Sure thing. Night Izzy”, I said, unlocking my car door. Izzy stood until I turned at the stop sign from his house. I tried to skip school, to avoid the awkwardness between me and Izzy. He got really quiet after his brother barged in yesterday, at least he was nice enough to walk me to the car and waited for me to get on the main road again.

I was headed to lunch but was really wanting to sneak out to my car and drive around for a while. Looking through the glass doors that lead to the front parking lot, I could hear my car whine for me to leave. “Fuck it”, I thought grasping the door and pushed it open. “Where do you think you’re going, missy?”, A deep male voice startled me. I turned around to see Izzy grinning. “Oh it’s just you. Come on, let’s ditch”, I smirked. Izzy nodded and opened the door. We ran down the stairs, to my car, laughing. “Why did you wanna skip? You have a good attendance record?”, Izzy asked, plopping into the passenger seat. “Just ready to leave, school was boring. I don’t have cheer practice today. You?”, I asked, starting the car. ‘Shattered’ The Rolling Stones played quietly. “Same reason as you, just fuck it. Didn’t take you as a Stones fan?”, Izzy smirked as I pulled out of the school parking lot and headed towards town. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me Izzy. My dog is named after Mick Jagger, remember?”, I smirked. Izzy nodded his head to the beat of the song, going through my cassette tape collection.

We got out of my car and went to a pair of swings, Izzy groaned. “What’s the matter, afraid one of the stoners will catch you with the cheerleader?”, I smirked. “No, princess. Just haven’t swung since I was 9”, Izzy grumbled. “Suit yourself, Jeff”, I pushed my legs to swing. “You like cheerleading?”, Izzy asked. “It’s alright”, I said. Izzy lit a cigarette and watched me swing my legs back and forth. Izzy caught me as I slowed down, holding the chain, pulling me close to him. I looked in his hazel eyes, cigarette creeped on his breath. “After, I killed Kevin for bargin in on us last night. I got to thinking, we’re getting closer to graduation. I’m bailing this hoosier state, you’re probably going on to join a sorority at Purdue. I wanna tell you something”, Izzy said, breath fanning my neck. “What is it?”, I whispered. “I like you and wanna know if you’ll be my girl?”, Izzy nipped my bottom earlobe. I pulled him into a kiss, holding his shoulders, “Thought you would never ask, Jeff” Izzy smiled down at me. “And I’m not going to college, Iz. I don’t have to pay to have friends, just so you know. Thinking about going to New York actually”, I whispered. “Wanna join me out west? Don’t go to New York, just cold as Indiana, baby”, Izzy held my waist. “I can do that”, I grinned, kissing his cheek.

#izzy stradlin x reader #izzy stradlin fanfic #highschool au #Oc!reader #Judith Channing

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jamiedc-they-them · 4 years ago

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Choices Not Made (Platonic)

Requested Imagine: “Daisy Johnson x reader where they grew up in the orphanage together and they’ve just been through everything together. Maybe the reader has super speed and at the end of season 3 when Lincoln was about to sacrifice himself the reader speeds him off the quinjet and is just like protect daisy and reader sacrifices themself on the plane with hive”

She wept, she cried, she howled in pain. She only cried as none of her friends moved to help or comfort her as they all stayed in their own version of grief, for the most part, it was just standing in shock and looking at their friend as she broke down with no control whatsoever.

“No…no…no” She repeated, as if saying those words over and over again would stop the pain and would undo what had just been done.

As if it would bring you back from the dead, from the vacuum of space.

The rational part of her knew that it wouldn’t. She knew that you weren’t coming back, you were gone. You weren’t coming back.

And it all had to do with Grant Ward once again.

“Ready?” She asked you as you waited with your new team; the Secret Warriors was your name. Bit comic book like to you, but it fit the occasion.

“Ready.” You confirmed to your sister figure as she burst the wall open with her power and you all stepped into the room.

You all had powers in your team, you shared a power with another inhuman called Elena; Daisy was quick to assure you that it didn’t make you obsolete. Besides, Elena was alright, when you got to know her.

Daisy and you had a joke about her being your new best friend. It was in jest, but you both still assured each other that it was in fact a joke, despite both knowing that already.

You had both been through everything together; Ward’s betrayal, being shot and saved by an alien drug when you were both eager to prove yourself to the team that you were more than just a pair of hacker’s, that you could both be agents of SHIELD.

Then, it was the biggest change in both of your lives, becoming Inhumans. You were lucky with yours, as you had never known yours. Through this, however, Daisy found her family. You were happy for your friend; you did, however, worry about losing her to them.

That was how you got the last name of Johnson; her parents, despite some mistrust, did allow you to take the name and became some misguided (as you learnt) and mislead parental figures to you.

That led to the whole Afterlife situation, where you both were torn between these new people and the people that genuinely cared for you and loved you as their own.

“Your bond with Y/N is strong, Daisy. I’m sorry I doubted it them. There are a part of this family as much as you are,” Her mother’s words brought tears to Daisy’s eyes, “Just….don’t do what I did.”

“What?” Daisy asked, worried about her mother’s next words.

“Do take pleasure in having then in your life. Just don’t expect it to be forever. As, one day, they won’t.” Her words hit Daisy like a truck; more tears threatened to fall, and a few had as she tried to take the words on board fully.

“I will.” She promised her mother.

That was what led to what reassurances she gave to you and you gave them in return as you caught onto what she doing. You had been doing it for a while, but you hadn’t let that known to her, fearing that her learning that would come across as pity and ruin your bond.

You knew that, one day, one of you would go first to whatever was next in life (if anything). You had made your peace with that; Daisy, you knew, hadn’t. You didn’t hold it against her, but you knew that one day it would happen.

The mission seemed to be on track, you were doing what you needed to do; however, when Daisy both turned, she were met with something entering her body as she gasped for air.

Finally, it was stopped, and she let out a breath again. She felt powerful, She felt good.

She then acted like nothing had happened, you only figured it was adrenaline from the mission.

However, you were wrong; very wrong, as she then brought the base almost completely to the ground as she walked through it and used her ability against her family rather than in aid of it.

“Y/N, no!” Coulson yelled as he pulled you back and held you in his grasp firmly, despite your efforts to get out of it. You begged, begged to be let go and be allowed to go after your sister in hopes of bringing her back.

“We will get her back, Y/N. We will, I promise you.” You knew he rarely made promises; so, you knew he would do anything and everything to make this one be fulfilled.

You, however, also had your own plan of how to do that.

Daisy taught you all you knew about hacking, that was led to you trying to trace her phone. While, normally the bad guy wouldn’t want to be followed in any way. Hive seemed to have other plans; Daisy’s phone was still on and still sending out a signal.

It didn’t make sense to you, why take her and then have her keep her phone on. Still, it was the only lead you had on her, so you dug further; you cracked into her phone.

What you found, however, was a text message that hadn’t been sent yet. Curious to find what it was, you opened it.

It wasn’t sent, only typed out; numbers littered it. After looking at them for a moment, you realised what they were.

They were coordinates.

You bit your lip; you could show this to Coulson and get a team sent there. But you also knew that in doing so, a bunch of agents would most likely be killed.

Besides, Daisy wouldn’t write these in if she didn’t know you’d find them.

So, you closed your eyes and let out a breath. You then left to get a bag. You knew, with the chaos that they wouldn’t notice you leaving until it was too late.

You were gone a few moments later.

You had found your old van, SHIELD had just dumped the thing, so you thought, “What the hell?” and took it to go to the coordinates.

It wasn’t too long of a ride, but you were still thankful for the van. As you drove, you thought about the memories you and Daisy had of here; when you were more naïve about the world and saw it mainly through black and white and not the grey that it actually was.

You arrived, finding the reincarnated version of Grant Ward staring at you, illuminated via your headlights.

You turned the key in the ignition, killing the van. You took one more breath before you stepped out the van.

You rose your hands up to show you had no weapons on you as you slowly walked towards him.

“Y/N Johnson. Daisy wanted you here. She wanted you to be together again; siblings in arms.” He said, you only kept a distrustful face.

“I can see why, now. The speed you have, it’ll come in use with what we’re trying to do.” He said as he circled you like a predator.

“Do what you need to do, I just want to make sure my sister is safe.” You said, letting some emotion into your words.

“Very well.”

The next moment, your brain seemed to have a switch flipped. You felt powerful, you felt good. You felt like he was the man you had been missing the whole time as a leader and a friend.

Skye was the first to wake up from her sleep; she shot up, panting for breath as she looked around her new surroundings in fear. Once she saw the giant eagle logo, however, she knew she was home. She was home, she was fine; she was safe. Well, for the most part, anyway.

Then she looked to the next clear room that held you in it. You, however, weren’t awake yet. She gulped, memories coming back of what had happened; of one of your best friends dying as he tried to save you from you own reckless ambition of saving the world from HYDRA and Raina.

It had cost him his life; but, as you laid there, she let out a breath that it hadn’t taken you away. Her sibling was still there. That was all that mattered to her as she walked over to the wall that connected you both, room wise. She put her hand to the glass plane, an old trick one of you used to do when going out on a “mission” from your van.

It was a gesture; a promise to come back ok and to be vigilant.

She knew you couldn’t put your hand there in reassurance, but she knew that soon you would be able to. She knew you would make it, as you were here physically with her. The team had brought you back and put you in the room and not zipped you up in a body bag.

She took solace in the knowledge that you were there and alive. It was enough for a moment to distract from the trauma. To know that, at least, you’d help each other through it and to the other side.

“Y/N did what?!” Coulson almost yelled in anger and concern for you when May had reported to him of your actions. He had watched the footage almost countless times now, each time acting as if he can change your fate; change the choice you make.

He saw you look at the phone and consider something, before walking back to your room. When May had hit play instead of fast-forward, you were walking to the exit and not looking back. Instead, you had a look of conviction in your eyes as you walked through those doors. He continued to watch as you then left like it was no big deal.

“Anything from their phone?” He asked, desperate to find you and to bring you back before you did something you’d regret.

“Nothing, they killed it either before or after they left to go to their destination.” She gravely informed her friend. Said friend then slammed the table in frustration; you both were like children to him. So, losing not only that, but two of his biggest and most trusted players had dealt a significant blow to both his own morale and the morale of the others.

Two of their closest friends were gone and taken by someone who had become nothing more than a monster. Now that monster was back to haunt them one more time, it seemed.

“What about Daisy’s?” Coulson asked next; May knew the situation was desperate, but she didn’t bank on Coulon forgetting that he taught you guys how to go dark when needed.

Granted, your methods of doing that this time were a little more extreme. But, still, the point still stood.

“I think they’ve crushed their phones.” Coulson raised his eyebrows at that; ok, now things had gotten serious when you broke phones, he had gotten for the two of you.

“I bought them those phones.” May rolled her eyes at her friend; jesus, sometimes the three of you were made to click together as the father-children trio you had become.

“Coulson, focus. We need to find out their next move.” May said, moving towards the man to get him to sober up and focus on what mattered now.

Obviously, she too was concerned for you both as a mother would. But, right now, she was thinking as an agent; the mere act of doing so helping her process all of this and put it away for later.

You were under Hive’s sway, there was no denying that. You were loyal to the thing, to the death if need be. You too felt like you needed to free everyone and that this would be the best way of achieving that goal.

However, he did give you some breathing room and allowed you to still be close to Daisy and her to be close to you. He knew how loyal both of you were to the other, so he saw an opportunity to definitely keep you under his hold. He let you work together instead of apart.

“SHIELD never really let us work this much together,” You said, confiding in him, “They let us work together during crisis jobs; like Inhumans being nabbed or our secret warriors thing. But….other than that –”

“You can work together as much as you want here. You don’t have to be afraid of that Y/N, your sister and you will never be apart again.” He told you in his monotone voice, but there was a part of you that found it caring.

“Thank you.” You said, seemingly now more in debt to the thing than last time you spoke. His promise to keep you together made you feel more want in helping him with his mission.

You were pretty much the platonic version of whipped for someone.

“Y/N.” You turned to your sister at her words, “He wants to see us.” She told you; you nodded following her to help in any way you could.

You found him, sitting in an almost angsty pose.

“Alisha said you wanted to see us?” She asked for the both of you as you approached him.

He looked up to you as he spoke, “You and I share similar paths. We were both created by outside forces.” He said, his words confusing you both.

“We don’t follow.” You told him, knowing how you both felt about his words.

“My powers were given by the Kree, yours by SHIELD. They’re the ones who made us.” His words unsettled you both.

“W-why are you worried about SHIELD?” Daisy asked him in slight concern.

“Because I’m curious if you can defeat what made you both.” Ok, now his words definitely unsettled you both.

“The people at SHIELD are our friends.” Hive seemed to have expected that.

“Friends who will turn on you both, who will try to sabotage the connection we share. And the bond you two possess. Y/N told me about how SHIELD kept you two apart at times. Don’t you feel better being together here? Supporting one another? Always knowing the other is safe?” His words hit you both, hard.

“They only do that because they don’t understand, but they will if we can make them share our connection and understand that Y/N and I are better together.” Daisy argued her point.

“You want to put your friends through the Kree experiment?” Hive asked you both.

“Once Radcliff has worked out the kinks, yeah.”

“And what about you and Y/N? To them, you’re dangerous siblings together.”

“We’ll show them we’re capable. We always have been. We’ve been through worse.” You argued, firmly. Sure, you could sway your friends to that point of view.

You had both been ordered to capture a live Kree to start the experiments. You both went to comply with that order with little to no issue. As you had said, you had both been in fights together before, never letting the other do it alone.

So, while Daisy used her power to immobilize the thing, you sped around it to cause distraction to give Daisy the time she needed.

“Good job, friends.” Doctor Radcliff told you both, but he was nervous around you now after seeing what you could both do to him if he didn’t comply with Hive’s demands.

“It’s nothing new.” He wanted to ask more, but just left it alone for now. Respecting the fact that you both just worked well after a while of knowing one another.

That was when Mack had shown himself to the two of you.

“They’ll be coming with me.” He said in a strong voice, blocking the exit. Despite your powers, he was banking on the old you still being in there somewhere. The one that would never hurt any of your friends.

“I told Fitz to stay away.” Daisy said, reiterating her words to your brother figure.

“No can do. Not when my partner and friend needs help.” Mack replied with, softening his voice.

“We don’t need your help. We’re fine, Mack. Always have been, always will be.” She said, sticking up for you both.

“There’s plenty of evidence here to the contrary.” Mack gestured to what you were doing to the Kree and with Hive.

“You don’t understand. We’re doing this to help you.” Daisy said in response as she pulled you with her. She knew that, if it went south, you’d be there to help her in case she went down and vice versa. You were always there when she needed you, just like she was when you did.

“And how is murdering a blue alien gonna help me?” Mack asked.

“It’s the only way to save you,” Mack looked at you both with soft eyes as you continued, “We’re going to turn you into an inhuman.” She said with a smile.

That soft look died and was replaced by concern, fear and anger as he spoke, “This isn’t you.” His voice, though, stayed soft.

“I know this is hard for you to hear, but this is us. We aren’t lost anymore. Everyone at SHIELD can stop fearing us and stop trying to “save” us.” Daisy said, still speaking for the two of you.

“This is different.”

“Is it? I mean, first SHIELD rescues us from the Rising Tide, and then from my admittedly not-so-great parents, and now, once again, SHIELD has rallied the troops to save poor Daisy and Y/N.” Daisy said, taking a stop towards the man, you shadowed her.

“Because you’re sick. Both of you.” He argued, “That thing is a parasite. It’s messing with your head.”

“That’s what SHIELD’s been doing! Look as us, Mack! You were a mechanic; we were hackers living in a van! And now we’re soldiers?” Daisy was passionate about this. You knew that from Hive, that emotions were heightened. Maybe that was why he put you together, knowing your sibling bond would reach it’s full potential here.

“The world’s changing. We had to adapt.”

“We had no choice. Y/N never got one –”

“Because SHIELD knew they’d follow you –”

“No, SHIELD did that and then they split us up, remember? I couldn’t see Y/N for weeks. Then, when we’re both locked in glass cells, they didn’t want us interacting. They’re afraid of us Mack. But, still, they made us into what they needed.” Your own anger started to boil at the knowledge that you had never really been given a choice. SHIELD had taken advantage of you.

“No. Nobody at SHIELD made you do anything.” Her passionate speech fell on deaf ears.

“But Coulson knew we were lost, two scared kids who didn’t know any better or have anyone else. So, he’d offer up his team of misfit toys to just fill that emptiness.”

“That team cares about you. I care about you.” He said as he took a few more steps forward. As he did so, you took a few of your own, only for Daisy to grab your hand and get you to stop.

“So, what’s that make us? Friends?”

“Friends. Partners.” He assured you both with a smile.

“Bobbi was your partner once. How’d that work out.” She said in a slight sneer, both of you feeling the pain of losing someone who was a sister to you both.

“You know damn well –” You let the rest of the conversation play out as you felt the itch to rush him and get him out. You knew he wasn’t going to agree to your plan to change them, at least not by force.

You’d always like Mack, he was a big brother to you and Daisy. But you knew that in this moment there was no changing his mind.

The body of the Kree dissolved. Like an attack dog, Daisy looked at you. You sped to Mack, shoving him out of the building and onto the cold floor.

“Back up, I’ve got this. You do a sweep.” She ordered you as she quaked Mack’s arm to the ground to block the shot he was going to fire off.

You nodded, going to do just that.

“Skye!” You yelled as you saw her struggling to walk, limping on one leg. You ran over and threw her arm over your shoulder as you helped her get back to the van.

“What happened?” You asked her in concern as you shouldered most of her weight.

“It was setup. Barely got out as you can see.” She said as she let out a humourless laugh that soon turned into a pained groan.

“I got you, I got you.” You assured her as you slid open the van door and sat her on the side.

“I know…thank you Y/N.” She said, genuinely.

“What’re friends for.” You replied with as started to try and mend what you could of her wounds with what you had.

She smiled, feeling lucky to have you as her best friend in her life. One who would always be there when needed.

The trade off for your powers was that you couldn’t use them for very long; if Yoyo (Elena’s nickname you had given her) came back to where she started, you could only go for a few seconds before going at a normal speed.

So, when you finally came back, Mack was gone. But, as you adjusted your eyes to the dark, Daisy was laying on the floor in pain.

“No, no, no, no.” You yelled out as you ran over to her.

Hive then appeared as well, crouching next to you as you pushed Daisy’s hair out of her face and ran your hand through it in an anxious but reassuring motion.

“What happened?” You asked him as tears pooled in your eyes. Your voice cracked as you asked the words.

“SHIELD.” Was the answer you got. But you weren’t really listening. You were just reeling from the fact that you had failed.

You had failed your sister.

“Your efforts were lacking. Your ties to SHIELD are stronger than either of you let on.” Hive said as he looked at the only bag of Kree blood he had in his possession.

“No, I’m done with all that.” You said as you stood in front of your sister, desperate to keep her safe from whatever idea of punishment he had in store for you both.

“We have the blood you need.” You told him, wanting to avoid all that of course.

“We need Kree blood. Pure, actual, Kree blood.” He spat as he turned to you.

“And we have it, pumping through our veins right now. Coulson gave to us to keep us alive when we were shot. Think, Ward would remember that time.” You said, not breaking eye contact with the man that wore the body of your once friend.

He did for a moment, Daisy looked at you with slight worry, but she hid it for the most part and used the pain from being patched up as the excuse for the look on her face.

“He does. You’re correct, Y/N.” He said in resignation.

“So, you want Kree blood,” You held out your arms, “Drain us, then.”

“Daisy, what are you doing?” Coulson asked over the comms as she continued on her mission despite it being completed. She had stopped the threat against the Inhuman, this time anyway. So, why was she still looking for something?

“Be with you in a minute.” She said as she continued through the warehouse; Coulson watched the screen as she continued to do so, watching from the cameras.

She went to a door, pressing her ear against it before going to the handle.

She tried it, but nothing came of it. Locked.

“Ok, then.” She held out her hand, the door was then open the next moment and slamming against the shelves before finally coming to a stop.

“Ok, if I were a file, were would I hide?” She asked as she combed through the room; she opened all the drawers available, only to find nothing. She then heard a gun click and turned to the holder.

As he squeezed the trigger, he was knocked to the ground. She saw you behind him.

“Thanks.” She said in a moment of vulnerability.

“Course.” You replied on autopilot.

“I made a loop of you sleeping. So, if anyone checks the monitors, that’s what they’ll see. We can talk privately.” Daisy said as she made herself appear on Lincoln’s screen in the containment room he was put into.

“It’s good to see you.” He admitted, with a relived smile on his face. That smile then dropped to a concerned look, “Are you ok?” He asked.

“Fine. Just feeling a little drained. Although, not as much as Y/N.” She said; those words got his attention.

“Why not?”

“They’re draining a bit longer; don’t worry, they’ll be fine. They always are.” She said with a soft smile. Lincoln desperately wanted to return it, but then he remembered how protective and willing to go the extra mile you both were with the other.

“What about you? Why are you locked up?” She asked, finally realising the room he was in.

He took a moment before answering, “Honestly? They don’t trust me. They think I’ve lost my mind over you.”

Daisy smiled for a moment as she asked, “Well, is it true?”

“You know you’re the only reason I was ever here. And they know it. Now that that you’re gone…” He was cut off by her.

“I gave you a chance to come with me. We could be together right now, but you said no.”

“I said no to being brainwashed. I don’t want to be with you in that way.” He said in a confrontational tone.

“Do I sound brainwashed to you?” She asked, a little hurt by the accusation.

“I don’t know.” He was honest about it, at least, “I just…I just want to be with you. No Hive, no SHIELD, just….Just the two of us –”

“What about Y/N?” She asked without missing a beat.

“Y/N would follow anyway.” He said, all-be-it a little dismissively.

“Why’d you say it like that?” She asked, slightly angered by his wording.

“Alright, that’s not what I meant. Y/N can come if you want them to. But I just want us to be alone and away from everything; seeing the world. I don’t even know if that’s possible anymore, though.”

Lincoln had company, so Daisy left for a moment as he dealt with it. As soon as the company was gone, she asked him if he definitely wanted to leave. His answer was simple.

“Only if I can be with you.”

When she went out to see the others, she saw you barely being able to stand by yourself; you looked way paler then she had. How much blood did Hive take from you?

However much it was, it wasn’t enough apparently. As he still needed more. That led to him looking to Daisy.

“Y/N is almost out of blood. And I know they mean something to you, so I stopped before they died. This isn’t free, however. As I still need more.” She could read between the lines; she knew what that meant.

That it was her turn to be drained instead.

However, when she left, Hive showed you what had been made from your donation. They looked grotesque, but Hive found them beautiful.

What you knew from your reaction, was that his sway was wearing off on you. You just hoped that it was on Daisy as well.

“I need more.” Hive said as he turned to you. Radcliff looked at you in concern.

“They can hardly take anymore of this!” He yelled, in the time he’d been here, he saw you were different from the others. You had a fight in you to protect the one you came here for. He respected that.

But he also saw you has a human being.

Hive glared at him, “Again, gonna have to go with the doc on this one.” James said, finding it dumb to lose on their own to make like 7 more.

“We aren’t done yet.”

You were in the chair, the world seeming to be either blurry or spinning. You felt like you’d either vomit or pass out. Even Radcliff didn’t want to continue at this point.

He, however, got distracted when he looked out of the window. Outside, he saw Daisy fighting a creature who looked like a beefed-up Smurf.

“Oh, bloody hell.” He cursed before he came over to you, “Come on, we’ve got to run.” He said, as he helped you stand and got you out of the room.

You both stopped when you saw the thing hold a hand over your sister as a blue light absorbed her for a moment before it disappeared. He then turned to you.

You pushed Radcliff back shakily, the man just ran for his life. You got ready to run, but you fell at the last moment.

The last thing you saw, was the creature above you.

You woke up on a soft bed. For a moment, part of you thought it was what heaven would be like. Then, you looked to your left and saw the giant SHIELD logo. You put your head back on your pillow and let out a breath before you sat up slowly.

“There you are.” You heard a raw voice say. You looked over and saw it was Daisy; she tried to smile, but it was only a small upturn of her mouth that showed how relieved she was that you had woken up.

You were nearly taken from her again. But, like always, you had come back to the living. Maybe you were indestructible.

“How are you feeling?” She asked you, folding her arms around herself protectively.

“Feeling better. You?” She nodded.

“Bit better,” Tears came to her eyes, “Oh, god. Everything we did, Y/N just keeps repeating my mind over and over again. It’s a nightmare.” She said as her voice cracked.

“Hey, hey. Look at me.” You said, trying to goad her into doing just that. But she fought against you.

“Why were you there?! Why did you track me?” She yelled; what you didn’t know, was that the others had you on screen as they tried to figure out their latest issue with Hive back at base.

“Because I had too! I wasn’t going to lose you to that thing.” You answered easily, you raised your own voice as you did so.

“Look, our time is limited Daisy. I love the others like family, just like you. But, things like this don’t forever. There’s an expired date.”

“There’s not.” She denied, voice cracking even more.

“There is –”

“Don’t talk like that.” She demanded from you.

“One day, one of us will be gone and we’ll have to move and deal with that pain –”

“Shut up! We made a promise to always be friends and stick together! No matter what! So, don’t you give me this nihilistic horseshit, Y/N! Not now.” She was begging; not on her knees but begging you with her shaky and broken voice. The way her bottom lip trembled, and tears rolled down her face.

You were cut off when the man of the hour appeared on screen. Daisy had to be quick with her actions, knowing you well enough to know what your reaction would be.

She cracked through the pod’s security and opened the door. You followed through; however, as she put her hand to the handle to raise the thing, she quickly hit a button to open the other doors. She held out her palm and you were blown through the open door. Your back slammed into the wall.

“Daisy!” You called out as she rose up. She ignored our call.

You knew you couldn’t stop her, but you could do one thing; you could help protect the others.

“Where do you want me?” You asked as you entered the office, seeing your friends all turn to you with looks of either concern or shock.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” Jemma asked, walking towards you to support you. You knew the lecture you were going to get, so you just raised a hand up.

“Later, Simmons,” You looked to Coulson, “I might not be Daisy. But I can help. Just…where’d you want me?” You asked again as you put your hands on your hips; just ready for an order.

Coulson sighed, but soon that order came.

“Couldn’t have just speeded us there, could you?” Fitz complained as you, him and May crawled under the floor of the Zephier.

“Fitz, Y/N is still recovering.” She reminded the man. He nodded as he did know, he was just trying to maybe lighten the mood and calm himself a little.

“I know.” Was all he condensed it to.

You were the last to go. Well, you were about to, when May was knocked unconscious and Fitz was held at gunpoint.

The man managed to hold himself, however, as he pulled the trigger and gunned the inhuman down. He then unlocked the pod for Daisy. You finally came out of the floor.

“Y/N –”

“Shut up,” Now you turned those words on her, “We’re in this together. I’m here now, so let’s just do what we can, ok?” She sighed but nodded. Too tired and too worked up about this whole thing to really argue.

That led you all to the Zephier and taking it off. Fitz had offered you his jacket, but you past it onto Daisy. You only gave her a look as she was about to fight you on it. She took it, muttering a small, “Thank you,” as she did so.

It also led you to find Lincoln injured. Daisy was in tears and seeing him, but you stayed back and watched as Jemma and Fitz did what they could for him.

You looked at Lincoln, meeting his gaze; he saw the guilt that clouded your own along with Daisy’s. But he also saw the action you were willing to take.

He lightly shook his head; Daisy saw it and followed his gaze to you.

“Y/N? What are you doing?” She whispered as more tears fell.

“Nothing.” You answered, but you met Lincoln’s eyes again and tried to communicate a simple message by moving between the couple with your gaze. Look after her.

As the team got distracted, Daisy pushed past you and ran as fast as she humanly could.

“I couldn’t stop her.” Lincoln said in guilt. He then looked to you and gestured to your legs. You then remembered your ability. You could probably do one last dash.

You picked him up as the team started to fight; you then sped to the Jet and had arrived there before Daisy had.

“Quick. Do what you need to do.” You said as you looked at the back to try and keep an eye out for Hive. As he did so, you felt the want to pass out hit you again; a wave of nausea.

As soon as he was done, you grabbed him and went on two more trips ; one to take him back to the others, and then one back to the Jet.

You sat in the seat, taking a moment to breath as you did so. You were so close at this point, both to passing out and completing your mission.

You just hoped Daisy would forgive you one day.

As she entered, you kept as quiet as you could. Even when Hive entered, you didn’t warn her. Instead, you watched as she quaked him a little.

She was about to get into the seat, when her face went to shock and horror as she saw you sat in it.

“No –” She was cut off by Lincoln running back in and grabbing her and pulling her out; you sped and punched Hive to distract him before you then closed the ramp and fired the engines.

“NO!” Daisy cried out as Lincoln held her for as long as he could. She struggled in his grasp, finally she quaked him back and ran to main area on the Zephier.

She grabbed the radio, “Y/N…Y/N answer goddammit!” She yelled into it.

Hive was at the back, but not able to get to you; so that was good. You then heard your sister’s voice other the radio.

“Hey…Yeah, I’m here.” You assured her as you continued to climb in height.

“Y/N, what the hell are you doing?!” She continued to keep her voice at the same volume.

“Doing what I need to. As I told you, Dais, we only have a limited time here,” You laughed a little, “Besides, what was it Lincoln said? About all Inhumans having a purpose. Turns out, his was to try a lot of things in this jet. Sorry buddy.” You said as you saw the light blue give into darkness and stars.

You were almost there.

“Y/N, I swear to god. You turn that thing around right now!” She was like a mother scolding a child.

“Sorry, as I said, Lincoln fried a lot of things. In it for the long-haul now.”

“No, no, no, no, no.” She rushed through those words as tears started to fall. Your fate was sealed it seemed.

You continued to climb, the jet rocking a little in the process, “Y/N, please don’t do this. I can’t lose you; I can’t lose my best friend! I can’t lost my sibling!” She cried into the radio. You heard her crackle a little; you were losing signal.

“Look at that.” You said in a happy tone.

“What?” She said as she sniffled.

“You finally said it.”

“Said what?”

“That I’m your sib—” You were cut off before you could finish. And your blip went off.

She was free, but at a massive cost. You were gone; she lost someone she’d had from pretty much the start of this journey and even before she met SHIELD. She had you in her corner, she always had you in that corner.

Now, there was a void there now that would never be filled again. She had lost a member of her family she never thought she would’ve. Granted, any member of that family going would probably have her in the same state.

But, losing you was different; you were her best friend from the start, you were her sibling she called her own first. She was the one she always knew would have her back even when she was in the wrong.

Now, you were gone. Now she was alone in that.

To her, the world was blank; sound was muffled and blurred.

However, she then looked up with her tear stained eyes, she met the eyes of Lincoln. The man looked at her with pained filled eyes. In his mind, it was meant to be him. But you’d pulled the rug out from under him again.

She left a few days after; no note, no nothing. She was just gone, like a ghost. He wanted to go after her. But, after all this, he knew he’d be the last person she’d want to see. She was grieving, as were the whole team.

He did want her home back, though, with her family at some point. He knew her in a van alone would do nothing but make her self-hatred and survivors guilt intensify.

So, as much as he knew she wanted to drink or fight the pain away. He knew she wouldn’t be able to.

All she had know where the memories on you. She might not have thought much about them then. But she sure as hell was going to now. It was all she had left of you.

And she was going to fight for your memory for as long as she lived. In any way she could.

#agents of shield imagine #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d imagine #agents of shield x reader #daisy johnson x reader #daisy johnson imagine

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aro-of-artemis · 4 years ago

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no grave can hold my body down (i'll crawl home to her)

A jukebox soulmate au where your missing stuff finds its way to your soulmate.

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29147940

They say that there's someone who makes up the rest of your soul. That they're your perfect match and once you meet them, once you touch them, your wandering souls will be fused back together, whole and unbroken.

Luke's not sure who they are. But honestly, he just wishes his shit would stop going permanently missing. You lose something and it's sucked through some kind of hole in space-time to be found by your soulmate. Luke would really like to have a conversation with whoever came up with this system cause it sucks.

Cause he's a forgetful guy. His brain is always going a million miles an hour, with at least three different trains of thought chugging away and sometimes the tracks cross and there's a collision and all the passengers have to bail out and it's just a mess, okay? Keeping track of his stuff tends to fall by the wayside a little bit.

It's how he lost his favourite beanie. And don't get him started on the number of individual socks that have just poofed themselves out of existence. He always has to have a box of new guitar picks handy because as soon as it's not in his hand or clamped between his teeth, it's as if it never existed. He just hopes his soulmate appreciates them.

But it's a give and take. He'll reach into his pocket to find scrunchies, hair clips, endless bobby pins. Just generic stuff that tells him very little about who his soulmate is except that they probably have long hair. (Once, he found one long, dark hair curling around the folds of a scrunchie. He keeps it tucked between the pages of a notebook, stashed away on his bookshelf.)

(And yeah: they. He's spent a lot of time thinking about this. He's had crushes on all sorts of people and their gender never really made a difference, but his introspection also leads to a solid black ring resting on the middle finger of his right hand.)

One day, he opens his school bag to find a homework page that does not belong to him. He looks at it, front and back, scouring for a name, a hint, a clue, feeling a thing with feathers rise behind his ribs, reducing his lung capacity and making him draw in shallower breaths. But nothing. Just the slightly messy handwriting of someone who thinks faster than they can write. He sighs and stuffs it back in his bag, reluctantly retrieving his maths book. His frustrated sigh must have been audible because Reggie leans over from his own desk.

"Hey, you all right, man?' His eyebrows are drawn up together, lines of concern creasing his face.

"Yeah, yeah. Just soulmate stuff junking up my bag."

It's not always junk, though. A bracelet turns up on his bedside table. He starts wearing it every day. He refuses to take it off, even to sleep. Sheet music to an unfamiliar song is found wedged between his records. This particular item makes his heart beat faster, his chest tingling and warm. Because they're a musician too. It makes sense, of course. No way his soulmate could not like music. It's basically Luke's entire soul (or half soul, he guesses). But the confirmation makes him feel both calmer and more anxious. He wants to meet this person.

His favourite item to ever turn up is a photo. A woman and a little kid sit in a field, turned towards each other, faces pointed away from the camera. But he can see their smiles. He sleeps with it next to his face on the pillow the night he finds it because he doesn't want to look away. In the morning, he tucks it into the back of his song-writing journal where he keeps the rest of his heart.

At 17, he and his best friends are on the precipice of being legends. As he pulls his guitar from the case, a long, striped scarf flutters to the ground, the kind someone might tie in their hair or loop around their wrist. He ties it around his bicep for good luck. It makes him feel like his soulmate is there, by his side, cheering him on.

They meet a girl - Rose - who looks so familiar. Something about her smile. But he just can't quite put a finger on it. All he knows is that her presence is reassuring. Safe. He doesn't know her but he feels a tug in his chest that says family. The same tug he feels when he looks at Alex and Reggie and Bobby. (He's changed his mind, his half of his shared soul is made up of these three dorks and the music they make together.)

And then he dies. As darkness closes in around him, he thinks I'm sorry, boys and I'll never get to meet them.

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"Flynn!" Julie whines. "I can't find my homework anywhere!"

Flynn rolls her eyes. "Did you check your school bag?"

"Yes," Julie bites out, not actually mad at Flynn, just at the situation.

"Your desk?" A nod. "Your dad's car? Under your bed? Your locker?"

Julie has to stop her. She knows from experience that Flynn'll just keep going. "Yes, it's not anywhere."

Flynn shrugs nonchalantly, a smirk pulling the corner of her mouth. "Well, guess it's gone to your soulmate then."

Julie groans loudly in frustration. She pulls her beanie (their beanie) down over her eyes and slumps back against her locker, trying desperately to not look like she's pouting but definitely pouting. Flynn just gives her an unimpressed look.

Julie breathes out harshly through her nose and resigns herself to retrieving the schoolwork she does have from her locker.

"Ugh, gross!" she exclaims, fishing a pair of boxers out from where they had appeared in the dark recesses of her locker.

Flynn's snort turns into a full belly laugh as Julie holds them away from her body, arm extended as if she were holding hazardous waste.

She chucks them back in and slams the door shut. "Come on, let's get to class."

Flynn follows, tripping over herself as she continues to laugh her way down the hall.

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Julie isn't sure who her soulmate is or whether she knows them already. Of course, it's pretty rare to meet them in high school, but a girl can dream. Unfortunately, it seems that her soulmate is terrible at doing laundry because she'll often find individual socks lying on her bedroom floor and undies crumpled in the corner of her bathroom. The beanie that turns up is quickly added into regular rotation and if it isn't on her head, it's tucked into her bedside table. The muscle tank threw an interesting spanner in the works as it set her mind to imagining the kind of person who might wear something like that. (She might, maybe become a person who wears something like that. Occasionally. When the desire strikes her.)

She's fairly certain that they're a musician. She's constantly finding half-written lyrics strewn around her room in the most atrocious handwriting seen outside of a doctor's office. The lyrics - those that are legible - are beautiful. Occasionally they'll be lyrics to a Trevor Wilson song, though, which is a bit weird but she assumes they must just be a big fan. She appreciates their good taste.

Another hint is the guitar picks. She finds them everywhere: in her sock draw, between the pages of her school books, next to her toothbrush. One memorable time, she found a pick snarled in her hair. And all of them, every last one, are covered in tooth marks. As if her soulmate has a habit of chewing on their guitar picks. It's kinda gross. Even so, she collects them in a jar on her desk with the date she'd found them written on the back.

---

The boys turn up and her life is turned right-side up. She tells them to stay out of her room. Constantly. Boundaries, she reminds them. Alex and Reggie get it, they can respect her personal space. But, Luke. She knows he goes in there because he keeps leaving his stuff everywhere.

On this day she finds his flannel just draped across her bed, as if he's trying to irritate her. She snatches it up and storms down to the studio.

"Luke!" she shouts as she enters the studio, ready to tear him a new one. "What have I told you about going in my roo-"

She stops short because all three boys are ripping the place apart, looking for something. When he turns around to face her, she sees tears wetting his face that he quickly tries to swipe away. Her heart leaps into her throat.

"Luke, what's wrong?" she tries to ask but is interrupted.

"You found it!" His voice is a little watery but exuberant.

"I -- what?" she shoots him a quizzical look.

"My flannel. Well - my dad's flannel, but -" he cuts himself off, scrubbing his fist over his eyes.

Julie scoffs a little, gently. "Yeah, dude. You left it in my room."

His eyebrows furrow in that way of his.

"No, I didn't."

"Uh, yeah. You did."

"I haven't been in your room."

"Well, clearly you have," she says, shaking the flannel a little and holding it out to him.

"Thanks," he says softly as he grabs it, still looking at it with a bewildered expression. But he shrugs it on and uses the sleeve to wipe away what remains of his tears.

When Julie looks over at Reggie and Alex, they're exchanging a meaningful look that Julie can't quite read. When they notice her gaze, they both glance away, once again fascinated with the chairs on the ceiling.

Huh.

---

"Julie! Stop leaving your homework in my song-writing journal!"

"I didn't put it there!"

"Well who did, then?"

The patented Reggie and Alex LookTM makes an appearance.

---

"Hey! I used to have a beanie like that!"

"Uhuh."

"I did! It was my favourite until I lost it."

Julie nods but doesn't look up from her homework.

---

"Ew, gross, Luke! Why do guitarists chew on their picks?"

He shrugs a little sheepishly. "It just helps me think. Besides, if I put it down it just kind of … disappears into the void." He gestures vaguely at the aforementioned void.

"That's true," Reggie pipes up. "He's always got a back-up supply!"

Alex scoffs a little. "Yeah, but he's the only guitarist I know who chews on his picks."

"Well my soulmate chews on theirs," Julie puts in, "So Luke's not the only one."

She hears the implement in question clatter to the piano. When she looks at Luke his eyes are wide and a little sad. None of them had really talked about soulmates. She's not sure about the implications that being dead has on finding a soulmate. None of them had found theirs before they died.

Alex, however. He'd managed to literally run into his soulmate in ghost form, so who knows. She's not sure if there are any rules. Whether both parties have to be dead or if one can be alive.

(If she's honest with herself, she's spent a fair amount of time thinking about this. Thinking about Luke. She pushes the thought away when it pops up cause it's not possible but it always creeps back in. But they can't even touch so it’s a moot point. That longed-for skin-to-skin contact that bridges the gap between souls remains elusive. The silly daydream of a love-struck girl.)

---

"Julie," Flynn says worriedly as they sidle up to their lockers, "Where's your ring?"

"My rin-" she lifts her right hand to her face and studies her empty middle finger with distraught consternation. The space where delicate twists of black metal usually sit is bare. "My ring! I - I'm sure I put it on this morning."

"Yeah, I saw you wearing it," Flynn confirms, her eyebrows furrowing.

Julie can feel a tide rising in her throat, swelling up behind her eyes, each crash of the sea battering against her ribcage in a heartbeat tattoo.

A poof to her right interrupts her rising panic. She looks at Luke, eyes wide and watering.

"Julie! I came to bri- What's wrong?" he cuts himself off when he notices her distress.

"My ring is gone!" Her voice is tight, as if trapped in her throat.

Flynn had cottoned on Luke's presence and had begun to move around to where he stands to prevent their peers from thinking Julie's well and truly gone off the deep end. (Julie thinks distantly how grateful she is for such a wonderful friend.)

Bafflingly, a bright smile splits Luke's face. "This ring?" And pinched between his pointer finger and thumb is Julie's ring.

Julie's entire body visibly relaxes and it's as if her spine contracts a couple inches, muscles no longer held taut by emotion, the tide pulls out.

"Where did you find that?" Her voice is practically a whisper now, adrenaline having sapped all energy.

Luke shrugs nonchalantly. "It was in my pick container for some reason."

Creases form on Julie's face but she gratefully receives the piece of jewellery. She slips it into its rightful place and when she looks up she realises Luke's eyes have gone wide. Her eyebrows pull up into a question.

"You -- no, sorry, nevermind." He shakes his head and takes a step back. Julie moves forward a step. Flynn glances around to make sure no one is watching.

"No, Luke, it's okay. What's wrong?"

He shakes his head again, eyebrows drawing together and the hint of a smile on his lips. Instead of answering, he reaches his right palm out to touch hers, letting their rings knock together.

"Oh," Julie breathes. She's not sure how she'd missed it before. Maybe just that it had blended in with all his other rings.

"Yeah," he says, bashful, "Oh."

Julie smiles at him and he smiles right back.

---

The Orpheum happens. And the boys are clinging to the last shreds of themselves and she's crying out Go, save yourselves.

But No music is worth making, Julie, if we're not making it with you.

And she hugs him. And she can feel him. The places their skin meet spark with some cosmic electricity but there's no time to dwell on it because she has to save Alex and Reggie too.

It isn't until later, when Reggie exclaims, "Hey, what's that on your back?"

She twists around, glimpsing the shape of a hand darkening the skin of her lower back. Her head whips around to look at Luke and she notices. "Luke, your shoulder!"

One hand flies up to his left shoulder, tracing over the darkened patch where Julie's palm had first rested against his skin. Their eyes lock.

"You're-"

"We're-"

She's not sure who's making which language-adjacent sound.

Alex is looking back and forth between them, a grin pulling across his face while Reggie's mouth hangs open in realisation. But they stay quiet. The see, told you so's will be saved for later.

Julie starts moving, crossing the room towards Luke. Luke seems to shake out of a stupor, surging towards her as well. They meet in the middle, her arms once again wrapping around his neck in a replay of their earlier embrace. His hands find their spot on her back.

"It's you, it's really you - " she's babbling. She continues to babble. Luke moves a hand up to smooth back her hair and gently places his lips against her forehead, finally causing her tongue to cease. The touch is so painfully tender it feels like a branding iron against her skin. They stay there for a century or so, just rocking to an inaudible beat, clinging to one another.

Finally, Luke tucks his chin so that he can rest their foreheads together, breathing the same air.

"You're amazing, Julie Molina. I would die a thousand times to find you."

She nods, unable to form words cause, yeah, so would she.

They pull back and her eyes slide over left arm, landing on the scarf tied there. "My scarf!" She tugs on it a little.

Luke chuckles, sliding his palm along her jaw. Realisation crosses his face. "Oh, that is my beanie."

His head whips up and around when loud guffaws break past stifling hands. Alex and Reggie have dissolved into borderline hysterics. He looks back at Julie whose eyes fill with shared mirth. A laugh bubbles up in his own chest, spilling over and out of his mouth.

And finally, surrounded by Alex and Reggie and Julie, his soul is complete.

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #juke #jukebox #fic #my fic #jatp fic

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Midnight Striga: Fairy Tail/Owl House Cross Fic Episode 5 Part 5

Hello, and once again, I come before you with another piece of Midnight Striga!! Everybody Clap Your Hands!!

“U-Um, Luz? Do you… know these guys?” Willow nervously asked, flinching away from the chuckling group surrounding them. Amity was confused, but wary, while Gus was torn between fanboying over the humans and panicking. Several were brandishing weapons and tools, while others were gesturing with faintly glowing hands.

“Unfortunately.” Luz growled, hands pressed together to cast. “Let’s just say that they’re a problem from back home.”

The largest figure, still cloaked, chuckled at that. “Oh Blinder, you always did say the sweetest things.” They hissed out. They flicked off their cloak, the sight underneath sending the Witchlings reeling back, Luz’s eyes narrowing in hate.

The man was tall, Six feet and several inches easily, a rippling hulk of muscle. What was most eye-catching, and more than a little horrifying, was the state of his body; the tones and types of his skin were different shades, held together by stitches, screaming faces sewn into the body, contorted in agony. Extra limbs were attached haphazardly across the body, with the ‘arms’ in particular actually being multiple arms and hands forcibly bonded together. The head was misshapen, the jaw awkwardly bulging on one side, the pupils of his eyes slit, screws jammed into the scalp with blood leaking from the puncture sights. The cheeks were torn, crudely sewn back in place. The man opened his mouth, a skinless serpent slithering out in place of a tongue.

“You were rather naughty, Blinder, running away from your brothers and sisters as you did.” The snake hissed, acting as the brute’s voice. The figure blinked, before clapping it’s patchwork limbs together. “Ah, where are my manners!? I haven’t introduced myself.” A deep rumbling chuckle echoed from him, setting the Witchlings’ nerves on edge. He bowed slightly, a mocking leer across his face. “Reticulus Creeve, at your service. I look forward to integrating your remains into my masterpiece.” He said, gesturing to the patchwork monstrosity that acted as his body.

His faux-pleasant expression fell, and he turned to his troops. “Kill all but the human, she is to be captured. Afterwards, you are to raze this location to the ground and kill every being you come across not affiliated with Oroboros.” He said in a disinterested tone, before jumping into the rafters above, cackling in the twisted, hissing voice.

“Tch, bastard’s still underestimating me.” Luz bitterly muttered. She turned to the chuckling troops before her; none of them looked like anything other than goons, random thugs who had been brought in to pad the numbers. Still, if they were part of the Black Dog Squad, then they were more than willing to commit the atrocities Reticulus had ordered. “Well,” Luz sighed, “at least you guys will be a good warm up.”

“Luz?” Amity questioned, her eyes widening at the light building in Luz’s palm.

“Light-Make: Wolf Pack!” She shouted, her constructs pouncing on the Black Dog agents surrounding them. With savaging jaws, they lunged for their prey… only to be turned back when one agent stepped forward.

“Air Rot!” He shouted, a black haze emitting from his palm, the wolf constructs crumbling on contact. Turning to them with an ugly smirk, the agent reared back his fist. “Palm Rot Pulse!” A bullet of compressed miasma rushed the group, only to be intercepted by Amity’s abomination. Acting on the agents’ brief confusion at their resistance, Willow summoned her vines, slamming them into the circle of agents and sending them back.

Willow turned her eyes towards the others. “Run!” With that, the group bolted, ignoring the curses and shouts from behind them. Screaming started sounding all around them, figures wearing the same uniforms as the agents who had surrounded them attacking the Covention goers. “Look out!” Willow shouted, summoning her plants to block a bolt of flame launched their way.

“Shit!” Luz bit out. “Light-Make: Spears!” In a flash, a dozen spears ripped through the air, impaling an agent standing over the cooling corpses of a pair of Covention goers, a man and his wife from the looks of it.

“Bolt Zone!” “Hail Shot!”

Eyes widening, Luz shoved the others away, a scream ripping through her throat as lightning slammed into her from above, and a chunk of ice crashed against her back, sending her flying.

“Luz!” Willow yelled, only to scream in pain herself as a bolt of flame slammed into her back. Turning, she just barely caught sight of Amity sending her Abomination after her attacker, she could barely see through the pain. Growling, Amity directed her Abomination to defend them, splitting its arms to intercept as many of the strange spells flying their way as it could, its amorphous body acting as an excellent barrier against attacks.

Luz flipped herself onto her feet, a spell already forming. Gritting her teeth against the pain, she called out. “Light-Make: Daggers!” A pair of blades formed, and she launched them, a grim smirk forming as they found their mark between the eyes of the agents who had attacked her. Dropping to a crouch, she spun, spells already forming. “Light-Make: Halberd!” She swung the massive, bladed polearm she now bore, catching two more agents by the ribs, the way the first folded around the blade indicating she had severed his spine, or at least chopped deep into it. Turning to the others, their jaws dropped at the sight of her actions, Luz’s eyes widened at what she saw. With a shout she leapt into the air, aiming for Amity.

Amity’s eyes widened. Was Luz going to attack her!? What was even happening!! The Covention was being attacked, that… thing from before somehow knew Luz and wanted to capture her and kill the rest of them, and all the invaders, and Luz herself, were wielding magic completely unlike anything within the Coven System! As Luz descended, Amity braced herself and her Abomination, only to relax as she saw Luz’s trajectory would take her roughly behind Amity… behind her!? Whirling around, Amity just barely caught sight of the maliciously grinning figure, arm reared back with a knife in hand, before Luz drove a glittering sword through the top of their skull. “Oh, so that’s what you were doing.” She muttered numbly, flushing at Luz’s raised eyebrow.

“Phew! Looks like we’ve got some breathing room!” Luz sighed, relieved at the break. She opened her eyes to find the group huddled close to her face, staring. “Uh, you guys mind backing up a little?”

“How did that sewn-up pile of parts know you!” Amity demanded.

“What is going on?” Willow asked in a calmer tone of voice.

“Since when are humans super scary!?” Gus begged to know, near hysterical.

Luz frantically pushed them back. “WHOA WHOA!! Guys, give me a little room!” After they backed off, Luz sighed. “In reverse order, humans have always been scary, we just usually aren’t, these guys are here to kill everyone to send a message to the leaders of the isles, and to make a very long, painful story short, I used to work for them until I decided I’d had enough and left.” Luz bluntly summarized. The group was shell-shocked, which Luz figured was fair; she just did drop a massive bomb on them after all.

“Wait a minute, kill everyone here?” Amity demanded. “That’s impossible, the Emperor’s Coven has guards stationed everywhere at events like this!” She insisted. Sure, those humans had displayed magic unlike anything native to the Isles that she was aware of, but they had just caught them by surprise!

Luz’s eyebrows rose into her hair. “Well they haven’t been much of a deterrent.” She stated, gesturing to a nearby corpse. As the others peered closer, they pulled back as if burned; it was the mangled corpse of a Coven Guard, one melted away, chest ripped open, and head crushed against the ground. After gazing upon the dead guard, the Witchlings’ eyes were drawn to the area around them, horror dawning upon their faces; dead Witches and demons, everywhere. A woman and her child, ripped open by what looked like giant claws. A man cowering in a corner, his flesh melted from his bones. And many, many more.

“Why?” Willow croaked out, tears in her eyes. “Why are they doing this?”

Luz stared, eyes filled with sorrow and weariness. “Like I said, they’re here to kill everyone. Them,” she gestured to the corpses, “You,” She pointed at the three, “Me,” she aimed her thumb at herself, “everyone.” She finished with a shrug.

Amity perked up at that, puzzled. “Wait a minute, that… thing from before said to take you alive. Why would they be trying to kill you?” She asked.

Luz snorted. “Yeah, he said that. That doesn’t mean anyone would listen.” She sighed. “These guys are the Black Dog Squad, the absolute worst of the worst in Oroboros, in terms of morals and self-control at least. All of them are rapists, sadists, and murderers of the highest order. They weren’t chosen for this mission because they’re powerful, even though some of them very much are, but because they are vicious and will do anything without regret or remorse.” She turned hard eyes on them. “Reticulus is a sadist and a bully, most of these people are. If he gave the order instead of capturing me himself, it means I’m not a priority. If one of them catches me, great! I’m caught and the poor sap who thought it would get him a payday becomes a volunteer for Retic’s experiments. If they don’t, then they all die, or I’m dead, along with everyone else.”

“Speaking of that, just what was up with his body!?” Gus hysterically exclaimed. “If everything you told me about human anatomy is true, not that I doubt you, then how is he even alive!?” He shouted, pulling at his hair in fright.

“He uses Flesh Sculpt, a form of magic that allows the wielder to alter and mold flesh and living material however they wish.” Luz explained gravely. “Retic took that and ran with it, harvesting body parts from victims on a murderous rampage to build himself the ideal form; nobody knows how much of his original body is in that thing, not even him at this point, and he’s ALWAYS looking to add to it.”

Amity paled. “So, wait, when he said about integrating our remains…” She trailed off, the three turning green at the thought.

“Yup.” Luz said flatly, her face just as green at the thought as theirs. “Guys a real sicko.” She pulled herself to her feet. “And I’ve got to go stop him.” She said grimly.

“””What!?””” The three exclaimed.

“As long as these guys are here, everyone is in danger. I’ll go after Reticulus and his goons, try and slow them down, and you all get as many of the civilians to safety as you can.” She said firmly, jaw set.

“Absolutely not!” Amity shouted. “Did you not see the size of that monstrosity?!? If you go after him, strange magic or no, you will be dead!”

“And that’s a price I’m willing to pay.” Luz said coldly. “As long as Oroboros has a foothold in the Isles, no one is safe. If dying is the price so that this place can live, I’ll gladly pay it.”

“Oh, so it’s okay for you to sacrifice yourself, and not let us help?” Amity snapped. She leaned in, grabbing hold of Luz’s collar. “In case you’ve forgotten, these Isles are our home. We have a right to defend ourselves. It doesn’t matter what you say, I can’t speak for them,” she glances at Gus and Willow, before turning back, “But I refuse to run away and let someone else fight when I can do something.”

“And the same goes for me.” Willow said firmly, drawing surprised looks from the others. “I’ve been letting myself get pushed around for years, never speaking up or trying to change things. But Luz, you helped give me the courage to try and change things! Now that I can, I’m not just going to let people get hurt.”

Gus stepped forward, throwing his hat into the ring. “I don’t really have as many selfless bones as Willow, but she’s my friend. If she’s staying to fight, then I’m gonna help.”

Luz glanced around, recognizing the stubborn intensity in their eyes. She groaned, dragging her hand down her face. “Ugh, fine. You all can help.” She glanced up as they cheered. “But promise me, if things get dicey, you’ll run, and help as many people you come across to run as well, okay?” At the round of hesitant nods she received, Luz reciprocated. “Okay, let’s go!” And with that, the group turned on their heels, marching towards the chaos, the screams of the dying and the afraid ringing in their ears.

Skara shuddered, nervously backing away from the strange man in front of her. The strange man who had just killed a COVEN GUARD RIGHT IN FRONT OF HER AND HER FRIENDS!!!! She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down. “Now, now, you shouldn’t do anything hasty!! You’re going to be in a lot of trouble for that, you know? When more Guards come, they aren’t going to ask you nicely now, right?” She hated the way her voice quivered, the way it kept doing when she had been afflicted by that jewel, when she tried to reason with her.

“Freeehehehehehe!! Moooorre Guards? Mooooorre bodies to play with!?” The strange man drawled, the cloak obscuring his body jiggling oddly. “Ooooooohhhhh I bet they’ll taste so yummy!! Soooooo much meat!! Yuuuuuummmmyyyy meat!! Freeehehehehehehehe!!! Iiiiiiii had better get changed then! Doooooonnnn’tttt want to ruin my cloak with food stains.” With that said, the figure tossed his cloak into the air, multiple other cloaks following suite throughout the crowd. The figure… was horrific. The body was horribly misshapen, the sheer amount of fat present should’ve had the figure at least twice as wide as they currently were. Skara stared in disgusted fascination at the oily sheen to his body, the way his flesh rippled and rolled with every movement, as if his entire body was gelatin held in a man-shaped skin. Pitch-black eyes set deep into a face that was just as fluid and gelatinous as his body, an uncomfortably wide and toothy mouth set into a perpetual smile (Skara hoped it was supposed to be a smile), and his nose was essentially gone, a ring of distinctly teeth shaped markings surrounding the missing chunk.

“Freeeeehehehehehehe!! Moooorrreee guards! Mooooorrreee meat!!” The distorted lump of fat squealed, eyes focused on Skara. “Ooooohhhh it will be so tasty!! Buuuutttt… What's even tastier than the men I kill, are the kids I kill. Aaaaaannnndddd what’s even tastier than the kids I kill…” He leaned in closer, the rotting scent of corpses wafting off his breath. “Are the pretty, pretty girls I kill.” Without another word, the slob lunged forth, jaw stretching open a mind-bogglingly large six feet, ready to swallow Skara whole in a single gulp. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t-

“Move it!!” “Demon King’s Rocking Roar!!”

Two things happened in that instant before Skara became the grotesque people-eater’s meal; first, Boscha, who had come out of nowhere, had shoved her clear of the kill zone, and some kind of magic was pinning the fat glob in place. At the sight of his body depressing into the ground, so tightly Skara could see bones against his skin, she figured her guess about him being mostly fat was closer to the truth than she’d thought. Suddenly, Skara became painfully aware of the panicked, screaming crowd around her. Boscha turned a burning glare Skara’s way; she suddenly felt very, very small.

Boscha jerked her head towards the group of their, or, rather, Skara’s friends. “Get her out of here.” She bit out. Skara’s heart sank even further at the cold tone. There… really was nothing left between them, was there. She didn’t protest as Cat and Amelia dragged her on, as the crowds roared and screamed as they tried to pry the doors open, people dropping to the ground as the strange figures who had come in cloaks picked them off. What was the point in saving a useless life like hers? No point at all.

“King, let him up.” She said, voice cold as winter ice. King mutely complied, getting clear of Boscha’s attack range. This was going to be ugly. “Hey! Fatso!” She called out, prompting the figure to pop up from the ground, that damn smile still stretched across his face.

“OOoooohhhh you know our name!?” He cheerfully giggled in that disgusting voice of his. “Hooooowwww strange! Weeee didn’t think we’d told you yet.”

“Wait, Fatso is your actual name? I was just trying to insult you!” Boscha exclaimed, briefly distracted by the odd being in front of her. She quickly shook her head, clearing it of confusion as best she could. “Wait a minute, that’s not important!” She shouted. “What is important is that you just tried to eat someone, and murdered a Coven Guard!! Just what the fuck is wrong with you!?”

Still giggling, the man, Fatso apparently, refused to answer, instead lunging forward with that freakishly large jaw of his. Biting back a curse, Boscha leapt back, barely clearing the now missing chunk of stone that the fat freak had ripped out of the ground, swallowing it whole. “Ooooohhhhh, nice and earthy, like yummy veggies!” He cried, lunging again. “Yooooouuuurrrr yummy meat will make a nice addition to this meal!!” He squealed, fleshy limbs lashing out, trying to pull Boscha to his waiting maw.

“Like fuck!” Boscha shouted, flames bursting into her hands. “Try and eat this, you psycho!” She hurled the flames forth, grimly expecting screams of pain to howl forth; what she wasn’t expecting was for the maniac to actually eat her flames!!! “WHAT!?!?”

“YYYUuuuuuummmmyyy, spicy flames!!” Fatso giggled, cheerfully gulping down Boscha’s attack. His eyes honed in on Boscha again. “Gggiiiiivvveee me more!!!!” He screamed, leaping towards her, jaw expanding to chomp down.

#the owl house #fairy tail #owl house au #fairy tail au #owl house crossover #fairy tail crossover #king the owl house #boscha the owl house #luz noceda #willow park #gus porter #skara the owl house #amity blight #magic

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