#surronded by the dead bodies of his past

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The guilt of the first chimera, guilt of a killer

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Helloooo, I would firstly like to say that I absolutely adore your writing 🥰🥰 and secondly, I have a request. Could you do a one shot (smut) with Ao’nung x human reader. The human reader came with the Sully’s and, of course, Ao’nung doesn’t like her. One day he finds the reader trying on different Metkayina clothing that his sister made for her and he’s interested in her human anatomy. I think he would be gentle with her as he’s much bigger and doesn’t want to hurt her. The rest is up to you. 💘

Oh my lorddd thank youuu!!! You shall receive it little one

Oneshot: You're so beautiful I hate you

Ao'nung x fem!human!reader

Words count: 3.8k

Warnings: nsfw, size kink, p in v, bulge kink, aged up characters 18+, gentle sex, Dom/Sub dynamic, penetration, horny stuff, cursing, enemies to lovers, sexual attraction, sexual tension

Aged up to 22 [after the summary]

Na'vi vocabulary: Skxawng: moron, Mawey: calm down, Tawtute: sky person, tsahey: oh crap/oh hell, Awa'atlu: name of the Metkayina village, Pongu Pongu: Na'vi drink (with and without alcohol), Tsaheylu: the act of connecting na'vi's braids

Synopsis: You're Norm Spellman's daughter and after spider has been captured you had to go with the Sully's leaving your still in progress Avatar body there in your father's lab. [Neteyam won't be dead here]

A/N: i had so much fun writing this i swearrr. I was blushing and kicking my legs.

Follow the don't like don't read rule please - minors DNI

Summary: "Are we there yet?" Tuk whined hugging Neytiri's arm. "No not yet Tuk" her mother said brushing her hair with her hand, "we'll be there soon sweetie now rest". Neytiri planted a kiss onto her daughter's head. You were flying on the Ikrans from the past morning. It was exausting. Since you didn't have a Ikran you had to fly with Lo'ak. Of course you two kept teasing each other and you risked falling at least two times. "Lo'ak would you stop? C'mon bro I don't wanns fall." you hissed him as he tickeld you for the fourth time "You're a skxawng Lo'ak" you heard Neteyam yell from above you. "Ok ok fine" he said taking his hands off your waist. You sighed in relief thanking Neteyam from afar. "Boys stay concentrated." you heard Jake yell from the front "we're almost there" he muttered as you passed by three huge rocks. After that you were too stunned to say anything. Enchanted by the beauty of the teal ocean beneath you. As long as you landed you were surronded by others na'vi, oh how you wished you had your avatar body right now. You felt so tiny, a lot of them hissed and growled at you making you regret for a moment the choice to follow the Sullys. Neteyam, Kiri and Lo'ak kept you between them, avoiding any consequences. "Are those supposed to be tails?" you heard some boys joking about the Sullys looks. "How are they supposed to swim?" one chuckled frendly elbowing his taller friend. A girl Who apparently popped out of nowhere slapped his arm. "Do not. Rotxo, Ao'nung" she stopped the two boys. You smiled at her kindness but those two still laughed at something pointing at Kiri, you couldn't help but say something "In fact we do not swim skxawng" you hissed at them. For a moment it looked like they were surprised to see a sky person talking na'vi, but that soon faded. "And what's a tawtute doing here?" The taller on teased, an evil smirk spreading on his face. You were about to say something when everyone went quiet, a man came riding a really strange mount. As soon as he landed you all greeted him following Jake's move. "We seek Uturu. A sanctuary for our family" you heard Jake conversing with the Olo'eyktan and the Tsahìk of the Metkayina. You noticed the Tsahìk walking towards you, Lo'ak and Kiri. You tried to ignore the pressure and hide from her gaze while she exposed them just for having an extra finger. You obviusly failed when you felt a big ass hand dragging you at the center of attention and almost lifting you from the floor. "You even brought a demon in here!" she exclaimed assuring that everyone could see your little figure. That caused Kiri and Lo'ak to hiss at her, Kiri grabbed your other arm, careful not to hurt you, trying to pull you away from her grasp. Jake stepped in as you struggled to get your poor arm out of the steel grip that woman had on you. "Mawey, Mawey! Ronal, I assure you she's not a treat. Her father helped me fighting the sky people when I was Toruk Makto" That word had a great effect on every one for the second time. She finally released you and walked back to stand behind her mate. He was a lot more serene than her, his voice calm as he spoke "You are forest people your skills will mean nothing here." "We'll learn your ways, we will make ourselves useful. right?" Jake said looking at us we nodded in agreement still not very convinced. After exchanging a few glances the Olo'eyktan and the Tsahìk agreed to let us join their clan. "From now on Jake Sully and his family will be our brothers and sisters. Treat them like ones, teach them our ways so they won't suffer the guilt of being useless." He announced "My son Ao'nung and my daughter Tsireya will educate your children". Oh. oh. That was the chief's son you hissed back to... Tsahey. "Father why-" Ao'nung started to complain "It is decided." his father interrupted him. "Come! I will show you the village." Tsireya looked a lot happier than his brother, at the idea of tutoring us.

Time skip - your lab arrives

The helicopter had landed carrying the lab your father sent you. Max came out of it greeting you. “Hi Y/n I brought you the lab!" He yelled trying to drown out the noise of the helicopter blades.

"Thank you Max!" You yelled back hugging him. He was like a uncle to you. As soon as the helicopter was turned off he rummaged in his briefcase. You were going to sleep there while you waited for your avatar body.

"I brought even a new prototype of the oxygen mask, you can drink and eat even outside the lab." Your jaw dropped "Really??" You jumped happily. It was the first time a prototype could afford such a thing.

"let's go inside I'll show you how to use it" You went inside the box to try the new mask.

"We'll be good here" Jake said looking around the marui. "I think it's pretty" you sang happily entering the marui.

-ˋˏ♡┈┈┈┈

A lot of time has passed from the day you arrived at Awa'atlu. You had fitted quite well in the village. Sure, not everyone liked you but many had started to treat you like their sister. Especially Tsireya, she loved you. She often asked about human life, how your body worked and a lot of science things about you and your avatar body. Yes you told her about the body you'll be having anytime soon. You wished.

Ao'nung liked teasing you a lot and it's not like you could do something about it. Jake wanted no trouble. That was your mantra. "If you think you're one of us you're wrong little one" he would say occasionally "just go back to your planet" this was less usual but still used.

You tried to act like you didn't care, but it was so hard to ignore it. You decided to avoid him and that worked cause you managed to keep him away for two straight weeks, you were really close to organize a party about it.

Today you were invited to Tsireya's marui. It was you, her and Kiri. Just three besties having fun for one entire night. It sounded really great so you agreed very happily.

When you arrived to her marui Kiri was already there "Y/n! You're late!" they both exclaimed as they saw your tiny figure entering the hut. "Yeeah sorry about that, had to finish some things" you said rolling your eyes.

"But no more work now, let's have funn" Kiri chuckled at your feisty attitude "the boys should be at their secret spot so we have my brothers marui all for us!" Tsireya screamed in excitiment. Yes she always talked to you about how big and beautiful Ao'nungs marui was since he moved in it. You weren't completly sure it was safe but still you wanted your revenge so why not.

"And he has Pongu pongu! With alcohol!" Kiri turned to you after announcing it. "And you are gonna try it for sure!" they said in unison before grabbing your arm and dragging you with them.

You looked around carefully all the way up to the famous hut. "C'mon!" Tsireya opened the flap signaling to come in. You and Kiri ran to her and went inside. Tsireya locked the flap to the wooden frame. "Is this really a good-" you muttered looking around "-idea..." turns out Re'ya was right. Ao'nungs marui was breath taking.

"Wow" Kiri whispered looking around. Re'ya just stood there, hands on her hips looking satisfied by yours and Kiris reaction. "Told ya." She said heading were she knew her brother kept the Pongu pongu.

Who would have thought that Ao'nung was so tidy? The decor was so aesthetic, with woven shells hanging from the fabric ceiling, rattling whenever the wind had the chance to enter.

"Found it! C'mon let's drink." You heard Tsireya calling as she found a big jar between all the spears. Kiri pulled out three shallow cups that she had taken from her father and gave one to each of us. "All right, cheersss!!" and with that the drinking night begun.

"Oh Y/n I- *hiccups* I have something for you!" Tsireya staggered forward towards you, she got up and went near the entrance. "Here it is!" *hiccups* she exclaimed raising her arm in the air showing the little clothing she was holding in her hand. "I've made a woven loincloth and a macramè top for you!" She happily jumped handing you the clothing.

"You- *hiccups* shouldn't have Re'ya!" You chuckled admiring her work. "C'mon try it on!" Tsireya cheered "oh yeah go Y/n! Put it on!!" Kiri shouted. "I-I don't know... Should I?" You asked looking at the pretty iridescent shells all over it.

"Fuck yeah you should!" They both exclaimed. You gave in and took off your previous clothing putting on the ones Tsireya gave you. As soon as you finished you did a pirouette, giggling at the light clink of shells.

"Oh Eywa. You look stunning Y/n!" Kiri said as Re'ya agreed nodding her head. "You think?" you asked slightly embarassed. "Of course! I bet you could even fascinate some of the boys" It was Kiris turn to agree in silence as Tsireya elbowed you lightly making you chuckle.

"C'mon Y/n dance!" Tsireya started to tap a rhythm with her hands and tail, "yeah dance!" Kiri chuckled doing the same rhythm. You daced and risked to fall four times as the alcohol had already kicked into your blood making your heart pump faster, adrenaline raising.

All seemed fine until you all heard a confused exclamation coming from the entrance.

"What the fuck!?" Ao'nung's voice roared in the whole hut causing averything to go silent. You, on the other side, had stopped, trying to balance on one leg but falling down miserably.

His eyes wandered around his house and especially on your body, your little body barely covered and showing almost everything, then his eyes darted to his sister and Kiri. He stormed to them lifting them up by their arms "I remember I told you NOT to enter my marui.!" he yelled dragging them outside.

You had to admit you've never saw him so serious, neither so angry. You didn't know if you were scared or attracted to him. "I know, I'm sorry brother" Tsireya said chuckling while he dragged her and Kiri out.

She climbed on him screaming and laughing and as he tried to get her off she removed the string that was holding up his hair letting them fall all over his back. "Tsireya! You drinked Pongu pongu! Oh Eywa you can't drink it yet, it's alcohol!" he said exasperated "Dad is gonna kill us." he face palmed himseflf before turning to you.

"And you-" he walked up to you, his long black curls swinging left and right; lifted you by your waist and hold you up to his face. Yeah, you just discovered, that his hand was big enough to hold your whole waist. He stopped for a moment eying you up and down, then he spoke "Cover yourself. I can see everything" he said walking out and placing you down.

He the entered his marui and closed the flap. You were left spechless. Still processing his HAIR, still processing his HAND and still processing he just admitted he saw your whole body.

As for him, he thought about your body all night long and didn't get some sleep. He really didn't expected to found you out of his door right the next morning.

Time skip - that morning

Your ears rung, you heard a lot noise and youl felt a pair of hands shaking you trying to wake you up. Your head was spinning, you slowly opened your eyes and rubbed them.

"Thanks to Eywa! Tought you were dead." The blurred figure spoke standing and towering over your curled up body. You hummed supporting your head with your hand. "Oww, did a Tsurak ran over me?" you muttered sitting up and blinking till the blurr faded.

"No it's the Pongu pongu you drank yesterday" Your eyes shot open as you finally reconized the voice. You looked at him still having the worst headache ever. He must've noticed cause he grinned at you "I don't think a human can handle na'vi alcohol as good as us." he spat mockingly.

You rolled your eyes "Listen Ao'nung, I'm sorry for what happened in your hut yesterday, we..." you stopped remembering what you actually did "uhm..." you looked to your clothes and discovering you had the macrame and woven clothing Tsireya weaved for you.

"You ate your tongue?" he tilted his head at your silence. You remembered what he said about your clothing and jumped covering your upper parts with your arms.

"Well i can't leave you here" he mumbled "Not like that" he lifted you with his arm and took you inside his marui. You were embarrassed to be wearing that.

You liked it of course, it was gorgeous, but you felt so naked right now, in front of the Olo'eyktan son. He sat you on the woven mat. He never treated you like that. It was the first time he was with you and still didn't throw any insult to you.

"I know it's sudden but I want to ask you a few things." He spat feisty. You blinked looking at him "W-what" you asked waiting for him to just spit it out, while admiring his face.

Yeah that alcohol must've been really strong because you were starting to find him attractive. His lips while he spoke, his adam apple bobbing every time he swallowed, his aquamarine eyes locking to yours.

"Are you even listening?" He asked awaking you from your trance, you looked at him biting your lower lip and raising your eyebrows questioning him.

He smirked slyly getting closer to your face and gently tapping on your mask "you can't breath without this right?" He asked tilting his head, still with that damn smile adorning his face.

"That'sー correct." You quickly answered trying to increase the distance between you two. "Then why aren't you breathing?" He whispered stopping you from getting away from him and pulling you closer.

You were inches from each other's, you could see your mask fogging up every time he exhaled. "Do you know your stretching limits?" His smile never faltered as he spoke. You blushed furiously at his question as you opened and closed your mouth like a goldfish.

You gulped as you felt his hands sneaking around you waist "how are you so small?" he mumbled looking up and down your body. What's going on? why was he so intrested in your human anatomy. "You're the big one!" you blurted out.

He put pressure on your lower belly causing you to gasp lightly, you were being pushed down until your back was in full contact with the woven mat, he hovered over you making you look even smaller.

"Your reproductive system works like ours right?" he took a handful of your hair inhaling your scent. "Just without tsaheylu" he finished his sentence before licking your neck, you yelped at the sudden move pushing him from the chest trying to push him away.

"W-what are you doing!? are you crazy?!!" you screamed feeling the blood rushing to your cheeks. He smirked again grabbing your wrists with one hand, while the other one clutched around your neck softly "just stop fighting and answer my questions" He pierced holes in your eyes as he stared into them.

You squirmed trying to get free from his grasp, your heart started racing as he leaned toward you. You clasped your hands around the wrist of the hand that was around your neck "Iー do not know my stretching limits." you muttered squinting your eyes whishing that would make him stop.

He did stop for a mere second before whispering into your little ear "Guess we're about to find out." You felt heat pooling in your abdomen causing you to feel wrongly horny.

You could feel your body wanted it, but you knew it was just so wrong. You still squirmed as he took the woven loincloth off of you, his breath fanned on your mask as he freed your neck from his grasp placing his hand onto your thigh.

He lightly squeezed it observing your reaction. Your lips were slightly parted and your hot breath fanned onto the mask. You reflexively tried to close your legs just to be stopped by him.

His hand went lower finding your heated core. His touch ghosted onto your clit making you bite your lower lip. "I think it's better if I use my fingers first." he whispered lining his fingers to your leaking entrance.

You jolted as he started to push two digits inside of you, a filthy moan left your lips as he plunged his fingers deep inside you. You felt them brushing on your cervix. "So warmー" he started to breathe heavily, you felt his dick slowly getting hard against your thigh.

He began to pump his fingers inside you causing a pleasure you never felt, you closed your eyes abandoning yourself to his touch, you felt a knot forming in your core. His fingers sped up scissoring you, causing a loud moan to leave your throat.

You arched your back as you felt him add another finger, fucking his three digits into your pussy, you squirmed as the stretch felt painful. His thumb glued to your clit as he noticed.

The pain slowly changed to pleasure again, you called out his name as you felt his fingers deliciously hitting your sweet spot "I-I'mー" you whimpered, your walls clenched around his digits as the knot started tightening.

He pulled his fingers out right when you were at the edge of your orgasm, you cried in frustration as your walls clenched around nothing. "Don't worry little one." he muttered removing his loincloth, letting his rock hard cock slapping against his stomach "I'm right here" he scanned your face as his smirk widened.

He spread your legs and pulled them, lowering your knees till they touched your sides. Your breath hitched when he adjusted himself between your legs.

He lined his tip to your hole causing you to tremble softly. "No worries baby, I'll make it work" he tried to assure you as he rubbed your thighs with his thumb.

You were scared. Your father actually told you not to have a sexual act with a Na'vi unless you had your avatar body. It could've been dangerous, not fatal of course but still not a good idea.

"Wanna establish a safe word?" You looked at him with your already watering eyes. He released your wrists letting your little hand grip his shoulders. You nodded slowly and whispered it to him. "Alright, scream it if it's too much okay?" You nodded again.

He started pushing his hips forward watching as your cunt slowly swallowed his tip, you groaned at the stretch. "It hurtsー" you yelped softly, feeling your cunt spreading in attempt to adapt to his size. "It's gonna be fineー" he murmured leaning his forehead onto your shoulder.

He kept pushing until he felt himself bottoming you out. Your cries were melodic to his ears. Little less than half of his shaft could still see the light. "A little more" he growled breathless as he rolled his hips gently, managing to make your cunt engulf another bit of his dick.

He moved his hand onto the big bulge that formed on your lower belly gently pressing on it. You moaned loudly, holding yourself to his shoulders as you felt him shift deep inside you.

He started moving slowly, waiting for your pussy to get used to him inside you. His hands reached your breasts and started to knead them causing you to whimper. He felt your walls slowly relaxing around his girth "alrightー here we go."

He slowly pulled out, till only his tip was left inside, then thrusted back in hitting your sweet-spot making your legs tremble in his grip. He threw his head back, feeling you clench around his hardness like your life depended on it.

His thrusts increased in speed as he fucked himself inside you, making you scream his name in pleasure. Tears soaked your whole face, you couldn't stop the moans coming out of your throat. He pulled you to meet his pelvis, gripping your tiny waist.

His thrusts were steady and strong, his hips rolled deliciously into yours, rhythmically hitting your cervix and g-spot, making you wince every time your cunt swallowed him.

"who would've guessedー" he grunted "your human body could take me so well" he looked down at the bulge on your belly.

"Ao'nung I'm closeー" you cried as he increased his pace even more holding your waist, fucking the most beautiful sounds out of you. He admired the bulge his dick formed on your abdomen everytime he buried inside your cunt.

"Let go little oneー don't hold back" he said twisting and teasing your clit with his fingers. Your legs shook at the intense pleasure, "let me feel your juices." He groaned pulling your legs up on his shoulders hitting a deeper with the new angle.

Your jaw fell open as his cock threatened to pierce your cervix. Your body arched against his as you came undone, squirting all over his pelvis as his hips kept snapping against yours with hunger.

"Holdー on a little longer." He grunted throwing his head back and gripping your waist tightly as he felt his orgasm approaching "almost there" he growled breathing heavily.

He pushed himself deep inside you for the last time, releasing his load directly into your womb, filling you to the brim "ahh yess-" he growled fucking you both out of your orgasm.

He slowly pulled out of your quivering walls, letting your legs fall down gently. some of his seed leaked down on your thighs. He suddenly took you in his arms and placed you into his hammock as he cleaned up the woven mat.

"We'll certainly have a lot of chances to increase your stretch." He chuckled sitting on the floor, next to you. "That's not funny" you mumbled, your heart still racing.

"I have a great idea. Maybe next time we can your your marui" you imagined he was referring to your lab "so you can take off that mask" he cooed leaning towards your shoulder and kissing it.

You rolled you eyes "now would you mind asking me real questions about human anatomy?" He chuckled lightly "maybe i will."

A/N: this might become a series?? (anon if you see this plsss claim an emoji this idea was soooo good)

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Blood into Roses, Roses into Honey

Explicit, Princess x OC, OC x OC(minor) Character death, Torture, Imprisonment, Canon-typical Princess, and Canon Typical Red Honey. Shooting, Stabbing, Jealousy, hands in mouth friday saturday. P.O.V. of the Captive. The Dove has achieved permanent death, and so has the Long-Dead Lover. And The Jealous Ex-Suitor. Stockholm Syndrome (yes I know it's not real but that's the better name for this), Migraines, No beta we visit the boatman like the PC. Bee-less. Please heed the tags. Word count: 1,518

The Love-Sick Captive is a private honey-hive who's developed feelings for the Princess they feed.

The final harvest of the night was done, completed. The Servant Apiarists of the Palace carried away the collected batches of honey. Organized, labelled, and red as blood. As a pair of servants filed past their cage, the Love-Sick Captive could just hear their whispers. "The Princess requested Agatha be the one to bring her honey tonight" "Damnit, we're already short-staffed with the washing, and now this? Ugh, why is it always the redheads?" Ah, the Princess. The Captive had known for... so very long who their memories were being fed to. Whom they belonged to. A Junior Apiarist had let it slip the night they were moved from the main garden to this smaller one.

They ought to be honored, he had said. Knowing their memories were being reserved for her tongue only, not to be devoured by just anyone. They would have a place of honour, a gilded cage in her personal Garden. The Captive had resented his words at the time, postulating that one cage was the same as another, gold or iron.The Apiarist had no rebuttal. Instead, he moved to transfer them to their new cage. When they attempted to escape, he had forced them inside, rougher than 'honor' would have suggested. They had already been weakened by their capture the day prior, let alone the initial feeding of that morning.

The Princess rarely tended to her Garden herself, but she was known to make visits. She had made one such visit that night. Her beauty was the most terrible thing. The Captive had spat at her feet as she approached. "Now now, little Flower. No need to be so sour," she cooed. When she reached a finger inside their cage, the Captive was quick, and bit down with force. She did not react as they had hoped.

The Princess rarely tended to her Garden herself, but she was known to make visits. She had made one such visit that night. Her beauty was the most terrible thing. The Captive had spat at her feet as she approached. "Now now, little Flower. No need to be so sour," she cooed. When she reached a finger inside their cage, the Captive was quick, and bit down with force. She did not react as they had hoped. Instead of the expected yelp, her smile became sharp as a mirror shard, and she pinched their lower jaw with her thumb and bitten pointer finger. The Captive wailed as they tasted blood. She pulled their head upwards, and it was only then that they met her eyes. A the the time, the Captive would have sworn her eyes were blue, but every time they tried to remember, they were red as blood, roses, or honey. Those things were always linked. Regardless of color, they had an effect. She had explained the circumstances of their capture to them. They already knew what had happened. They were protesting the Queen's rule when Constable surronded them. Some had escaped. Most were captured. Only a few were taken to the Gardens.

The longer she looked at them, the weaker they became, in both mind and will. Eventually, it reached a point where she practically had to hold them up by their jaw alone. As she spoke, she would massage their tongue, or teeth. Their mind was revolted, but their body less so. They were certain they had drooled enough to soak through her glove. When she asked if they had regretted it, they nodded. She laughed like the shattering of glass. That was their first meeting with her. It was a memory that would never be feasted upon. The only one truly theirs, and it reeked of defiance. It stung worse than any memory-feeding could.

They had been moved here for their "immaculate selection" of memories, and "superior feelings" brought upon during consumption.That first feeding had left them feeling like wine at a tasting-party, except for the shrieking agony. Over time, the sensations became expected, familiar, and then, even pleasurable. When one is flogged near constantly, they must learn to eroticize the whip. And when one's pain brings euphoric pleasure to the person controlling the whip, well, a bond is already formed. Why fight against the nature of it all? The Princess hand-picked them as special. Chose them to provide for her, maybe even fought her own siblings for possession of them, and wasn't that romantic? If they imagined her hands sneaking in through their cage once more, slipping between their undergarments, it was nothing more than the intimacy already shared between them. She had seen so much of them already.

The gaslights of the Garden began to burn auras into the Captive's eyesight. They felt flattered. After so long, they had learned the indicators and symptoms of being chosen. This was the first. The pressure behind their eyes, which brings the Captive into the fetal position is the next. They have learned not to hold back their screams, for her Highness enjoys the music.

The Gardens wash away like an unvarnished painting in the rain. The Love-Sick Captive is in their own memory once again. This time, it is shared with an unseen, but not unknown, and not unwanted, presence. This one is- A Memory Of Devotion -a tragic, and painful day. It is made more painful by the Princess' forceful insertion. Her molestation of their memories brings the feeling of a dagger tracing whorls into their mind. There is a quality to the memory that it should not have; The smell of the Garden's roses, blood, honey, and a cloying, mind-fogging scent of violets. The Princess' personal perfume. The Captive breathes deeply through the pain which threatens to split their skull. Her closeness intoxicates them, though they cannot see, feel, or hear her. They intend to suffer beautifully for her tonight. The memory of a Long-Dead Lover is before them both. The Captive recognizes which memory this is. Once, they would have begged for her to stop, please, not this one, they can't relive this. Tonight, their shrieks will be of devotion and offering. Tears wet the Captive's cheeks. They wish to do for the Princess tonight, what their Lover did for them this remembered night.

Their Lover. He takes them by their shoulders, tells them under sweet sunlight how he loves them. Pain wraps from their eye up and around their skull, and down to their neck. A different pain wraps around their heart when his expression changes. Their body writhes, but their form is still as it's pulled into an embrace.  He pulls out a pistol, and unloads as many bullets as the gun has, before twirling them in a half circle away from the gunpowder cloud. It is a poor imitation of a dance. The smell of violets is choking now. It drowns out any sensation but agony. 'She's excited to see what happens next' the Captive thinks. Through the perfume and honey, blood, roses, they imagine the things her hands might be doing at this moment. Certainly their pain and pleasure are intertwined. Logic follows that the more they suffer, the more euphoric it is for her.

They cannot help but dread what will come next. The Long-Dead Lover gasps as the knife punctures his chest. Again and again in a fierce assault. As the Captive's pain begins to mount rapidly, the memory spots the attacker. A Jealous Ex-Suitor. Someone who had once reasoned that he would kill the Captive for their betrayal. As soon as he is spotted, his already foggy eyes close, and he falls. Dead, minutes too late. His fury had propelled one final act of violence.  And then too, the Lover's body fails and falls. Are the Captive's shrieks only remembered? Their pain is nearing an apex. Gravity drags them to their knees. Two paramours, each dedicated enough to kill. Both dead, blood thick and red as honey, blooming roses from their wounds. The Captive's body tenses, paralyzed as the pain reaches a breaking point. They are suspended in their torment for her. Have they done well? Has she received what she wished? Tears pool in the Garden as their pain crosses the tipping point. Slowly, so slowly, the agony and trance fade. Too quickly, they are alone again, and back in gilded bars.They feel less like wine nowadays, and more like a full course meal, Thoroughly enjoyed, and hollowed to the bone. Much pain still lingers, but moreso they are exhausted. Violets still cloud their mind. They think of her, consumed in ecstasy, their own bloody, rose-tasting honey upon her silver tongue. They were the first chosen to be indulged upon tonight. The Junior Apiarist was correct, it was an honour to bring the Princess her nightly pleasures. The thought of exactly which nightly pleasure sends an eager thrill down their spent body.

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The Captive was awoken early the next morning. They rubbed their puffy, sore-covered eyes, getting them to focus on.. oh. The Captive forced themself into a kneeling position when they saw her. "Good morning," she said. "Good morning, your Highness." "Open," she commanded. They opened their mouth, quickly and obediently.

"Good," she cooed, reached through their cage, and took them by the mouth once more. The Captivating Princess lifted them to meet her gaze. Her perfume coated their tongue, and they melted in response. "My, how you've bloomed, sweet Flower." She leaned close to the bars that separated them, and whispered "I greatly enjoyed myself last night. I look forward to the rest of your batch." The Captive keened under her praise.

[killted]

I am I love with college!adam and outsider POV, completely confused by him. I have read every single one so now I must write 😩.

Upon meeting his freshman roommate, Daniel Briggs was not worried. The moment his father met Adam, he face lit up because of Adam’s Old Virginia lilt. It was not hugely apparent when Daniel and Adam had first exchanged pleasantries, but there was something about Adam’s southern manners that did not allow him to fully conceal it from an elder. 

Adam was the type of person that was never relaxed, but also didn’t force this on others. Daniel had other workaholic friends before that made him feel made about himself, but Adam was different. When he said as much to Adam, he simply said: “I’ve always been surronded by smart people that don’t need to work as hard to keep up, your academia doesn’t derive from your incesant labouring of classical art techniques, it comes from an intellectual engine, it works differently, and you wouldn’t benefit from working in the same exact way as me, so why pressure you or anyone than that matter. I like to assume that people have made it here because they are good at what they do, and they probably don’t need someone saying ‘study your Latin, dickhead.’”

This was another thing he liked about Adam, he was very self aware, but sometimes he cut himself off before he finished his thought. When asked about this mannerism, Adam explained that his best friend could hold a room with a speech, and then they could walk away with way too much information about dead Welsh kings. 

There it was, Adam Parrish’s biggest flaw as a roommate, his secrecy. This best friend, was named Richard Gansey the third, and Daniel only new this because he had seen it on a Post Card from Salem, Oregon and then another one from Costa Rica from “Dick, Jane, and Cheng.” Adam had laughed at the card and stuck it in the pile. The pile which also consisted of letters, tons of letters from Adam’s presumed significant other but there were so few phone calls, and had never really brought them up on his own volition. Yes, them. Daniel might have been raised by conservative people but he wasn’t in opposition to the existence of gay people, but he didn’t know about Adam, he was from Virginia and obviously had a significant other but never talked about it. Some of their friends, had opinion’s about their quiet friend’s sexuality, but it was highly favored that Adam was not straight, he had tarot cards and used hand lotion.

Their friends were the people Adam and Daniel had collected over the past months, floor mates, concentration peers, and other cool people. They were a group of about ten to twelve people, they studied together, and were pretty open with each other. 

Daniel tried not to gossip, he felt bad, but out of their group Daniel was probably the closest to Adam, and Adam was absent enough that it wan’t overly secretive to talk about him. 

Adam’s side of the room was very bare, random plants popped up every once and awhile that Adam loved liked a pet, turning their room into a greenhouse, but other than that, it was very bare. So, obviously Daniel noted every picture and drawing that Ada hung up. Somehow, Adam and Daniel’s room had become the hub of their friend group, so everyone saw theses pictures eventually, therefore Daniel didn’t feel bad telling everyone about them, it was less intrusive.

In late September, a faded picture went up, along with a painting of the picture, with interesting additions. The Picture was of five young attractive high schoolers, probably. One that looked like a republican poster boy was carrying a girl on his back, a younger looking Adam stood a body width away with a scary looking dude to his left, he was taller than Adam and looked dangerous with his knife of a smile and a black bird perched on his shoulder. There was an Asian guy next to the young republican guy wearing a Madonna  shirt, he was leaned close to the republican guy and looked as though he had just given him a kiss on the cheek, or was about to. While the characters in the pictures were enough to keep Daniel thinking for days, the one thing Daniel couldn’t get over was how different Adam looked in the picture. He wasn’t just younger, he looked less severe, lighter, it was obvious that he was surrounded by this closest friends in the world, and no one was going to fill the void that being  away from them obviously created in Adam. The painting was not much different, it was amazing, actually Daniel was not sure if it was a painting, but it looked newer, and the colors were a bit different, but it was so realistic, it was hard to tell, but then there was the sixth boy, standing in between Adam and the young republican where in the original there had just been a gap. Daniel knew Adam’s had writing and neither the painting or the picture had his familiar scrawl, the picture had a label that read “Henry, Gansey, Blue, Adam, Ronan, Chainsaw ″ and then the painting listed the contents “Cheng, Dick, Jane, Noah, Parrish, Asshole, Chicken.” 

The only other recent addition was a drawing done by what Daniel presumed was a small child. It had three people on it and it had labels in a foreign language. The ‘spelling’ was corrected in pen and Daniel had tried to decipher it, and it was kind of close to Latin, like Spanish to Italian, but he couldn’t really make sense of it. 

It was November, and it was nearing Thanksgiving, a perfect opening to ask Adam about himself without seeming intrusive. 

“Parrish! What are doing thanksgiving? Going home? I’m going back to Utah!” Daniel said. Daniel had tried this tactic before, share so that Adam would share back.

Adam looked startle out of what he was doing, which was reading a Latin book, nerd.

“Oh yeah, I’m going back to Virginia. Actually, someone is coming to pick me up, so if you want, you can meet one of the people in the picture you guys stare at so much,” Adam said the last part returning to his book with a small smile on his face.

“Oh, cool, I mean, yeah I’d love to.”

Daniel tried not to obsess over the fact that he was going to meet Adam’s presumed significant other, but time still seemed to slow. However, Daniel wasn’t the only one counting down the days. Adam had been happier and a bit more restless than usual. Daniel caught him on the phone with someone, which was odd, Adam seemed to repel technology. One time Adam had gotten irritated while using a computer and it froze completely. Later, when someone as repairing, a small plant had begun to grow inside it. 

“Are you on the road yet?”

Muffled noises from the other side. 

“Asshole. When you get here, you should come meet some of my friends. Because I met their family on move in day, but you were too busy to come with me.” 

Silence.

“Okay, I’ll see you soon. Don’t get a speeding ticket.”

Muffled words.

“I lov--” Adam takes the phone way from his face, the other person had hung up. Almost as if Adam willed it to, the phone rang. Adam answered the call.

Muffled words, and Adam smiled.

“I love you too, Asshole.”

Several hours later, just as the sun was setting, a loud black car rolled into view. Adam had been looking out the window for the past two hours, but hiding it well enough that Daniel only noticed because he too was looking at out the window. 

Adam shot out of his chair and all but ran down the flight of stairs and out the door. The car idled. Daniel considered going down there but, he decided to just observe, Adam needed to come back up for this things anyway. Daniel noticed that the car was blasting some music. A tall, muscular guy got out of the car. He was in a black tank top (which seemed impractical in the Boston cold)  and black jeans that looked hardy, and well worn. He had close cropped hair, and a large tattoo that was slightly visible on his back. He looked older, but he was definitely ‘Ronan’ from the picture on Adam’s wall. Instead of the scary smile, he looked intense and a bit tired. Then he saw Adam and his face changed, the tiredness disappeared, a slight smile took up permanent residence. They both looked as if they’d lost an arm and were finally being stitched back together. They changed words that Daniel was unable to hear, obviously, and they kissed. 

It wasn’t unusual for couples to kiss in the quad, but Daniel had separated Adam from most mundane things, and apparently kissing was one of them. He looked away, because for the first time in his quest to know Adam Parrish, he finally felt like he did, and that he didn’t need to intrude further. 

About fifteen minutes later, Adam and his boyfriend, Ronan, watched entered their dorm. Daniel was packing for his return to Utah, not still staring out the window like an idiot. Daniel turned and was consumed by Adam’s radiance of joy and calmness.  Not to give the wrong impression, Daniel quickly swung his gaze on to Ronan. Adam nudged him in the side, and Ronan stuck out his hand.

“I’m Ronan Lynch, do you know where to find pizza’s in this shithole?”

“Daniel Briggs, nice to meet you. And, ummm there’s a really good pizzaria just outside of campus.”

“Lynch, don’t be an asshole, and Daniel, this is my boyfriend. I lent Lizzy from down the hall my Latin book, so I’m going to go grab that. Lynch, don’t do anything dumb, Daniel if he says anything mean, I apologize, his father dropped him as a child,” and with that Adam was out of the dorm.

Ronan didn’t seem particularly miffed by the situation, they were boyfriends, not conjoined twins, and Daniel liked that. Though the silence wasn’t tense, Daniel was keenly aware that this was his only chance to talk to this guy.

“Do you go to a school in Virginia, or...” Daniel  had just realized he knew absolutely squat about Ronan, nothing. 

“No.” 

And Ronan could have left it as that but then he glanced out at the door, and seemed to remember Adam’s last words.

“I do live in Virginia, but during high school my dad died so I took over the family farm.”

“Oh, cool,” Daniel was saved on more small talk when Ronan’s interest snagged on the child’s drawings on Adam’s side of the room.

“I can’t believe he put those up, man she’d be ecstatic, I mean they are totally trash,” Ronan said this mostly to himself, but his lips quirked up for the first time since Adam left the room, so Daniel pushed his luck.

“Who drew them?”

“What? --Oh, Opal did, she’s my daughter. She loves Parrish more than she loves me.”

“How old is she?”

“She was five when I adopted her, you know, orphans stick together.”

Daniel wasn’t sure how the adoption process worked, but he wasn’t sure how easy a guy that couldn’t be older than 22 could get custody of a kid. 

Ronan reached into his back pocket and Daniel feared the worst, that he had asked to many questions and that this guy was going to gut him with a switch blade before Adam came back. Instead, Ronan pulled out his wallet (which looked expensive, like his car) and flipped to a picture of a young girl, with honey hair, and doe eyes being wrapped in a hug from behind by a smiling Adam Parrish, his brown hair was lighten to a lighter hue by the Virginia summer sun.

Adam reenters with his favorite Latin text that Daniel was keenly familiar with. The text was annotated by someone else’s fancy scrawl on how to pronounce words, and history of phrases.

Ronan pocketed his wallet and snatched the text from Adam. Adam hates people touching his things without asking. But he was surprised when Adam just flushed.

“Well, well, well Parrish. I thought you didn’t need my help with Latin. This was made for Gansey.”

“Oh fuck off, Gansey isn’t going to need this while he’s traveling the world.”

Daniel was startled. This tough, serious, scary, tattooed guy had a daughter and was incredible a Latin. Daniel like this guy.

“Alright, I’ll see you later Daniel, lets go Lynch.”

“Aww, but I haven’t met all your friends yet.”

“Shut the fuck up, Ronan.”

[renee-writer]

Learning to Love Chapter 142 Goodbye Patrick

Ainsely carries Patrick out and hands his tiny body to the funeral home representative, not wanting his parents to see the transfer.

"Go home and try to sleep Grace. I am keeping you on the iron pills and pain meds." She nods, crying to hard to answer.

"What about Patrick?" Daniel asks.

"They will call you. I am so sorry guys." She hugs them both and tries to shake off her own grief so she can focus on her other clients. They walk out to Daniel's truck in silence. He helps his wife up and she pulls her knees up towards her stomach and rovks slowly back and forth.

"I love you Grace." Gently said as he lays his hand on her bent knees.

"I love you too."

He gets her home and carries her to the bed. "Do you want something to eat?"

"No.. I just can't."

"Baby, to take one of the pain pills, you must have something in your stomach."

"Okay. I will try." After she manages to get cereal down, he gives her the meds and then, when she drifts back to sleep, he makes phone calls.

"Hey Chief. Is Grace alright?" Marcus asks.

"No. The baby, Patrick, died."

"I am so sorry Daniel. Is there anything we can do?"

"I will need a few days off. We are going to have a funeral for him. I will let you know when. If you can tell the others. I will let Amy know."

"Of course. We will be praying."

"Thanks." He is on the verge of tears again and has other calls, three other tough calls to make.

"Let us know if you need anything else." Marcus adds, his own voice heavy.

"Thanks."

"Amy, can you come over. Grace needs you. The baby died yesterday."

"On the way." She says.

Daniel can't handle calling their parents yet. He walks back in to check on Grace. She sleeps on her side, curled up, protecting the baby that is no longer there.

Amy walks in pushing five week old John Mark in his stroller. He is asleep so she parks him in the living room and goes to find her friend. She finds Danirl first. She opens her arms to him and he holds her close and weeps. She cries with him. After a few moments of hard weeping, he is able to tell her what happened.

"We are going to have a funeral for him," he concludes.

"Good. I think that is good. Get some rest Daniel. I will sit with her."

"Where is John Mark?"

"Asleep in the stroller in the living home."

"Okay. Thanks Amy." He goes into the living room and falls asleep on the couch.

Two days later, with his biological family and Team family in attendance, Patrick Daniel Windtalker, is late to rest. He is dressed in doll clothes because even premie clothes are to big. His mom sits clinging to the blanket he was wrapped up in. His daddy and Uncle Willy are pallbearers. Grace holds tight to her mom with her free hand. Luke sits solemnly on his mom's other side. It is a heart-breaking ceremony.

Grace had thrown away the pain meds that morning, wanting to be coherent for her son's funeral. She leans against her husband, in emotional and physical pain as the chaplain struggles to make sense of the baby's death.

They all cry, with not one dry eye in the place. Grace, leads the procession out, following her husband and his brother out, as they carry the baby's casket out. She clings to her mom and brother as they walk out to the hearse.

They lead the the long procession out to the grave yard. The impossibily small casket is lowered into the ground.

When they get home, Hannah puts her daughter and son-in-law to bed. She and Amy greet the mourners, accept the food and flowers, as they explain the parents need time to rest. Luke plays with John Mark as he struggles to understand how his Aunt Amy has a baby but his sister's is dead.

"How do I get past this?" Grace asks Amy two weeks later. Her mom and in-laws had stayed as long as they could. Daniel had taken off as long as he could. But real life has to be resumed. The wifes, at least one of them, come by everyday. She is surronded by support. It is just the grief is overwhelming.

"Yoy won't. No completely. It will get better over time but Patrick will always be a part of you."

"It is hard to think of anything else. I know our husbands are getting ready for something big. I can only concentrate on it like music in another room. It is like background noise. I hate that. Patrick is gone. Daniel is here. I need to be able to concentrate on him."

"Grace, this is incredibly hard. I know that doesn't even cover it. Patrick's death was a horrible thing. No one expects you to get over it right away. You need to grief and need time to get used to the new reality."

"I just miss the ferl of him inside me and his weight in my arms." She confesses through her tears. Amy gets up, lays John Mark on the blanket laid out on the floor, and pulls Grace into her arms. As she holds her, she remembers something.

"How much did Patrick weigh?"

"One pound eight ounces." Grace tells her. She recalls everything about her son. "And he was ten inches long."

Amy reaches for her phone and looks up something. "Ah, I did remember right."

"Remember what?"

"There is a company that makes dolls the exact weight and height of stillborn babies so the parents have something to hold in their empty arms."

"That would be perfect." Grace whispers.

"I will order y'all one." Amy says before entering Patrick's vitals in.

"Thank you Amy."

"I will do whatever I can to help you through this."

The doll arrives a week later and the weight of it does help both of Patrick's parents through the worst part of their grief.

[astrospacerocket]

The Adventures of a Two Year Old Goblin!

Meet Belux! A wild magic sorcerer goblin. He’s two years old ( goblins mature are like 6-9 so yeaaaa). He wears a pair of tattered shorts, bandages around his chest ( to hide a scar: the explication for it varies from game to game), and his hair has white tips. Most of his spells are fire based which has led to main story of this post.

The other party members consisted of a Warforged fighter, Goliath monk, and a Human Druid. The guy playing the Druid was actually my teacher and drove me back and forth from the sessions, warforged was teacher high school friend, and the monk was a graduated student of my teacher.

This campaign was set in a sort of steampunk world. All the other plays had years of experience in DND while I’d only really been playing for a proper year ( this would have been my second group). I’d also never played sorcerer so the others were trying to help me the best they could.

We had a bit of trouble with Belux rushing in throwing around some fire and getting pretty low on health. Around session two they brought this up and we figured out a small way to fix this. So when we entered the next fight Belux mounted the druids dog, so we now had a small chaotic child with fire on a dog.

So one of the guys we were fighting got away and we followed him down a sewer, were of course the one human needed a light to see so he goes to light a lantern. Which promptly explodes in our faces, everyone was fine except for his pore dog which although not dead was fit to do anything know. We healed it a bit and moved on.

( this part may be a bit mixed up) We came to a split in the sewers and stoped to open the sealed door rather than go down the open one. The doors loudness made a couple of monsters drop and attack us, Belux was tail end of the order and went to use a spell.

I go to describe what I do, “ so Belux, understand what is going on and the effects casts, ( not magic missile).”

Dm, “ Well clearly he does not because, just like before an explosion happens.”

It killed the rest of the monsters and Belux scrapes by fairly well. I don’t remember if we down the door path or the open path but we found who we were looking for. We start a fight and it’s a wereRat and a swarm or two of rats. The fighter and monk are up front fighting the wereRat and pushing his forward so we can get out of the hallway, me and the Druid in the back casting a ton of ranged stuff ( for me exclusively magic missile since it’s my only attack that doesn’t spark an explosion). My turn comes again and the Dm ask me to roll for a wild surge and see what I get...

Level 3 Fireball centered on yourself.

Let’s just say the The Druid, his dog, and Belux died, but so did the wereRat and his rats. But as the remaining two members of our party are looting Belux’s body crumps to dust and disappears.

So backstory time (it’s important to what’s next)! Belux came from a Goblin village set in the swamps, the village around the time of his birth had a stroke of bad luck and the final straw was the Village chiefs hut burning down. They believed they’d been cursed by some sort of choas god so they decided to make a sacrifice of the most chaotic thing they knew, a child.

Belux was the healthiest baby in the nursery and was chosen to sacrifice. His mother, surronded by the whole village, drived a dagger in to the chest of the child.

Belux appeared in a white void, before him stood in a black robe and masked in a deer skull stood the chaos god the village had spoke of. The god took pity of the dead child, he’d done nothing to the village yet they sent him this child. The god offered a return to life to Belux, who understood nothing but by taking the gods hand he was returned to his body.

Belux’s hair had gone white and in a instant after the knife was pulled from his body the child was a flame. Belux was able to walk through his village lighting it all on fire, he wasn’t ware of what he was doing simply being led out by the god.

So back the the present, so out of game the session is closing up me and the Druid are talking about rolling new characters and then the Monk mentions my backstory. “Wouldn’t the god at least save you one more time?” The DM agrees and sets that up.

Belux wakes up without anything back at the gates of the city no memory of the past week and having spent what felt like a week in the void realm.

The guy playing the Druid laughs about it and goes about picking through his pre made druids, he’s a Druid main knowing just about everything about them, when the DM says “ how about something other than a Druid?”

The druid now plays a ranger ( enter some sort of Eagle race). Then the DM put the game on paused and I switched schools so this continuity for Belux is over.

[yuki-d-raizel-blog]

Believe Me

Chapter 16/??

Relationship: Rin x Reader (Your/Name) , (Full/Name)

Summit: Inside the class there was the same confusion of always, Rin and Bon were fighting over something stupid, Shima and Konekomaru were trying to stop them while Shiemi and Izumo were laughing for the scene. Everything was as always. Until the bell rang. The Exwires notice that the professor was late, but nobody knew why. When the door opened… A new student arrived to the True Cross Academy. She’s smart and strong, still a quiet and solitary person. Moved by a strange feeling, Rin would like to know her, help her if he can but nobody would think that that student was someone so… special.

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<<You hidded another Satan's dinasty, Lord Pheles?>> a women voice asks.

<<I did not. She is not like Okumura Rin. She can explain more in details.>>

<<Then, who are you?>> now an older voice, <<What's your name demon?>>

<<(F/N) and I'm not a demon.>> you answer raising your head, <<Nor a human. I am a thing.>>

<<Explain yourself.>> again the woman, <<Do it well so we can understand.>>

<<Even if you tell me to do it, it's not easy. I have an amnesia due to one of my demons who sleeps inside me.>>

<<Call him then->>

<<I can't.>> you interrump a young man and Angel points his sword in your throat, <<I refuse to call my friends for you. You will talk to me, not to them.>>

<<And why?>>

<<Isn't obvious? They are demons, what will be the end for them? I'm not an idiot, I will not lead them in a death path.>>

<<That's a shame.>> with a head move, an exorcist brings a boy with him, <<What about now?>>

<<Nee-san...>>

“!!” you turn your head to see, hoping you are wrong, <<Shion...>> he walks towards you but the guard stops him holding his arm, and the wolf growls at him.

<<He must be near me.>> your eyes paralyzied the three members of the Grigori, <<Grant my wish, it's better for all of you.>>

<<I think we should too.>> Mephisto speaks in your defence, <<If that boy will be with her, I think she will definitely wakes her demon up. So you could ask him whatever you want.>>

<<Very well. Let him stay.>> Shion walks until he reaches you and hugs you firmly.

<<Sorry...>> you tried to hug him too, but the chains blocked your body, you could only rest your tail on his back, <<Are you sure you will not afraid of him?>>

<<Don't worry. Do what they asked so we can go back home together.>>

<<I have a question, may I speak?>> recived the permission, you stand up and look at the Grigori, <<This demon is the strongest, if you say a wrong word he might kill you. I have no control on him, I can’t guarantee your life. Knowing this, do you want to meet him anyway?>>

<<Yes, he will answer at our questions and we will decide if you are dangerous or not.>>

<<As you wish.>> with nothing, you destroy the anti-demon seals and everyone gets ready to kill you, <<I needed to do this, I will not break the chains.>> with a deep breath, you concentrate yourself.

<<Be careful nee-san.>> Shion take a few steps back and Yatsufsa protects him standing next to his leg.

A heavy silence grows in the room. Who tries to speak, is stopped immediately by Mephisto or the Grigorio, they know, that silence is important. Your heartbeat is loud, every beat grows louder but slower than the previous one. Your breath is relaxed, and when you are ready, your head falls backwards.

<<Great and fearful God of the universe...>> a strange aura goes all over the room, it's impressive, <<Grant your will and do not weak me again...>> after seconds, you stumble and fall down noisily.

You’re immobile, your breath and hearbeat are gone. Wait, are you dead?! Before someone could touch (Y/N), Shion warned everyone: nobody must touch her, not until the demon will respond. Rin is worried, what happens if that demon doesn't come out? He wants to rush to your side, but both Bon and Yukio are pulling his shirt to block him. After five minutes, your friends are really thinking that your creature won’t answer, and you will stay dead forever.

<<(Y/N)...>>

Rin's voice activates something. A powerful dark-ish aura surronds your person, painting the hair and tattoos with a dark black, and slowly your body is moving again. Moving like a creepy doll, (Y/N) stands up and stays still. A deep and fearful voice breaks the air.

<<Who called me?>> her eyes are different, not in the color but with the shape, the pupils are tighter, dragonic kind of... They stare at the Grigori, <<You?>>

<<Reveal yourself!>>

<<I am the one who comands the universe, Ariel. My Master told me to answer your questions, so, what do you want to know?>>

<<Wait, Ariel you said?!>> the three members are shocked, <<Don't be blasphemous! Ariel is a high ranked angel that lives in the heaven!>>  

<<Who said that?>> Ariel looks at them with that pierce gaze, <<My Master's father turned me into a demon. I suppose that this is not write in your stupid books.>>

<<Let me explain this!>> Mephisto speaks before Ariel could do something bad, <<He is sealed in her body, which you can well see his wings on her back. He now lives->>

<<What do you want from my Master, humans? I am not patience with your race, do your questions.>> he interrumpts the principal with his powerful voice, <<My powers damage heavily her body, so hurry up.>>

<<...(F/N) said that she’s not a human or a demon, but a thing, what she meant?>> the woman asks almost scared by that creature trapped in a girl body.

<<She was human, but her father turned her into a vessel for powerful demons.>> Ariel explains with rage, <<That bastard tortured her and her brother, hurted them, and made of their body a test subject for his crazy experiments. She can "house" demons inside her and control their powers.>>

<<So inside her there's Satan too?!>> the old man raises his tone, but Ariel is not affected by him.

<<You are wrong.>> this time, Mephisto answered, <<She can be our trump card against Satan! She fought and defeated him once. Thanks to Ariel, (F/N) can assimilate everything, like Satan's powers. She is famous in our history.>>

<<What do you mean Lord Pheles?>>

<<The name "Universe Scale" doesn't help you to remember her?>> on his face there’s a grin, <<She’s a legend, she can be very useful to us with our battle against Satan.>>

<<This is bullshit!>> Angel screams, <<The "Universe Scale" disappeared centuries ago! She->>

<<My Master is immortal. She has 72 demons with her, she can't die by a stupid thing as time pass.>>

<<S-she is... what?>> everyone is so shocked that their brain doesn't work anymore.

<<Like that person said, we fought against Satan, and we defeated him easily. No one can defeat my Master, she’s the strongest in the world. Of course, I must say this; her blue flames are powerful but they’re weaker than Satan's son’s.>> Ariel looks at Rin and the young jumps a little, <<He’s the only one who can kill all of us, (Y/N) and me included.>>

<<So that boy there, is a demon too?>> another member comments, but Shion explains the situation himself, <<If not, where is her true brother? And what her frather wanted by turned her into a demon vessel?>>

<<Leon was murdered by the people of his village. He was burned alive...>> now his voice is sad, while Rin and Shiemi recognize the name, you screamed it when you fainted, <<Her father wanted to conquest Assiah and Gehenna.>>

<<Not start a new race? (Y/N) is a girl, she can->>

<<Not anymore.>> Ariel stops the young jury, <<One day, when she went back home, the father pierced her belly with a holy sword, throwed her in the village and the people didn't let escape a chance to kill her. She can't have children due to that, and that man kept hurting and make experiments on her even when she was badly injured...>>

<<What kind of bastard does that his own daughter!?>> Rin makes it know that he doesn’t like your father... at all. Bon and the other classmates are furious with him, he’s the monster not you.

Ariel keeps answering their questions, he explains that he sealed her memories because that man was a deadly poison for her, so he helped his savior to overcome a painful and horrible past. He explains that after ran away from home, (Y/N)'s body and mind was too tired and she fell aspleep, until Shion found her and woke her up.

The old member asks again: "The Universe Scale was feared by all because it slayed both humans and demons, so she must die for her crimes." those words upset Ariel and he increases his voice, his tone is like a roar. He says that you never killed, only punish who breaked the life balance, no matter who was, human or demon. The creature remarks that you punished humans for being evil and cruel but never killed anyone; after all, her existence is like a true scale, she must balance evil and good, and humans sin too.

<<What?! How dare you->>

<<You know what my Master thought when she met Okumura Rin?>> Ariel won’t leave that topic so easily, <<She was shocked how the son of Satan is more human than most humans.>>

<<You're taking too many->>

<<My Master always said this to people who believes in God too much. "It's hilarious. You always hide your actions and justify them behind God's name. Then tell me, if your holy compositions say that the human is made like God's image, why they’re so selfish and evil? Your God doesn't exist, if he was like your holy books say, he must do something and the world would be a better place. But nothing happens, the person who you pray is just an empty doll. That's why humans are so blind and foolish.">> with those cruel words, Mephisto laughs with a grin, the Grigorio goes silent and the others are wide eyes open staring at Ariel, who has an evil smile on his face.

<<The time is ov->> before Ariel could retires inside you, a strange barrier suppresses him and force you to wake up. Your body is so heavy, the wounds hurt, and what are these lights all over you?

<<Are they talking about our story, my little dear?>>

<<!!>> everyone jumps when a man enters the room, and you’re immediately afraid of that presence.

<<Fa...ther...>>

---Continue...

Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18

[thornstocutyouwith]

ZOMBIES!? In my RP’s!? More likely than you think.

[10:17 PM] Soup:

Sean had never believed in zombies. He never believed in vampires, werewolves, or any other supernatural creatures that went bump in the night. They were all stories to him, tales that made your heart race and made you want to sleep with the night light on in the hallway. That had all changed the night a strange noise was heard from his mobile phone as he slept beside Seti, his boyfriend going on two years. It had woke him up out of a deep sleep, honey brown eyes blinking away the fuzziness that had come from your body being forced to wake up when it wasn't ready. Seti's phone had been going off as well and Sean sat up in bed to read the emergency alert – an alert he had to read * twice*. “--- what is this? Don't panic. Remain calm and inside. Seek shelter. Arm yourself. Do not engage the Walking Dead? Is this a prank?” Suddenly his phone had rang, it was Shay on the other line. Sean's face had gone ghost white as he heard his sister's voice on the other end. Swallowing thickly he had hung up the phone and turned to look at Seti. “It isn't a prank. Seti, get dressed. Get a weapon, whatever we have. There is a safe zone Shay wants us to make our way toward, it is about a seven hour drive from here. She is going to meet us half way.” Sean had bounced out of bed, pulling on his jeans and a hoodie, looking at Seti over his shoulder. “I'll get us some supplies, as much as we can carry – we have to pack light. People are in a panic everywhere, it is chaos in the city. You can hot wire a car can't you? According to Shay something triggered and everything has been shut down. The power plants, the gas station, its every man for himself”Sean never thought he would see the day, apparently – he had been wrong.

[5:19 AM] Karma:

Seti was often the worst person to wake up, mostly because it was hard to do sometimes. He just enjoyed sleeping that much. So as Sean had gotten up in a rush Seti had remained, absolutely peaceful in his sleep.  It had also not been very wise to wake Seti up prematurely from a sleep. Especially one as peaceful as the one he had seemed to be in at that moment. Hearing his phone he turned away from it "If it's a blizzard, ignore it...." Seti muttered then before he drifted off back to sleep, so easily.  Sleep often came very easy to him, of course.  Slowly however he began to wake up as Sean was continuing to talk about the alert. "Mmm...Are you sure? Because Hawaii had an alert once. I think. A world ending one, and they all thought they were about to die. Turns out, someone pushed the wrong button. Or rather, didn't push the right one." He chuckled a bit before moving to the edge of the bed and rubbing his eyes " Where in the hell are we going to seek shelter at, Sean?" It was hard to believe something so immediate and dangerous was actually happening, to be honest, Seti was hard to believe such things " Maybe they are just over reacting,--Arm ourselves? ...It's hard to imagine that they would care enough to tell any of the public about something so dangerous that they would warn them to protect themselves."

[5:20 AM] Karma:

He got up however and started to get dressed then " What weapon? Have we been stock piling up on weapons, Sean?"  Seti asked as he moved across the room toward a dresser and started to pull clothing out of it before moving to put things on for the cold weather. He wouldn't not try and get to saftey. But he was fairly certain that this was all just a false alarm and they would have been worried over nothing in the end.  Grabbing some things to carry items in he started putting stuff into the bags " Seven hours away? Your sister is really having us drive that far away over something that might just be a false alarm?" He stood their for a moment, though he knew that Shay wasn't likely to make this up. She clearly believed in whatever was going on. After having packed a few things that could be water, food, extra clothing and other necessities and things that would fit in the car, along with various things that could be or were  weapons. He stepped away from the back of the car then and frowned " Well get in the drivers seat..." He smiled then and looked the vehicle over " Well, RV...But you know, you get the point...Also, uh. Surprise. I baught and RV for us to travel in...." Holding out his hands he gave a grin before briefly shaking his hands at his sides " We have an RV.-- OH! SHIT! The cats and the rabbits. I have to get our babies."  Seti scurried off then to go up stairs, coming back with the food and more water for the animals. Then he went back up before bringing down two pet carriers one for rabbits and one for cats. He shoved them into the back of the RV then and then climbed in " Alright. Our kids are here, lets get the fuck out of here, you got everything?"

[8:44 AM] Soup:

“You didn't hear the tone of Shay's voice, Seti. If she is sure, than I am sure.” Sean clearly understood why Seti was less than enthusiastic and doubtful of the warning, Sean never woke Seti up. Even if he slept in past two in the afternoon he wasn't shaking the boy awake unless there was a good reason. Seti was -not- a morning person. Not like Sean who was basically a 'whatever hell time of day it is' kinda person. After two years with somebody you tended to learn a lot. What they liked, what they -were- like, what pissed them off, what made them smile or what made them sad. The two probably would have been married already if such a thing was legal in their state. “--maybe they are, but I don't have a good feeling about it.” Sean had spent the next few minutes packing a bag with the things that Seti hadn't – the weapons. Knives, a machete, a bat, a rifle with two boxes of bullets, a small revolver that had three boxes. While Seti hadn't told him about the RV, Sean hadn't told him about the guns. Sean had a look of surprise when all it had taken was one step outside to realize that Shay and the emergency alert had not been making things up. The sky was an eerie color, a color that Sean couldn't really describe, the sound of car alarms, screams, they could all be heard in the distance as Sean found himself staring down the road with concerned honey brown eyes. “The neighbours, they are heading this way but ---”

[8:44 AM] Soup:

They were walking strange. Limping, dragging their legs behind them as Seti had come out of the house with the two pet carriers. The rabbits had started freaking out, hopping madly in their cages, the cats fur standing up on end as they two were hissing and howling toward the two people making their way toward them. “Seti, get in the fucking RV. NOW.” He hadn't wanted to waste the bullets in his revolver, grabbing the machete as he made his way toward Mister and Misses Lake – a couple that had been living next to them since the day they moved in. The gargled noses coming from their throats were almost inhuman, the skin on their faces pastey and sunken in. Sean could handle two of them on his own, he was certain of it, as the woman lurched forward at him he had put his whole weight into swinging the Machete – cutting her head clean off at the neck. The man however had reached out for him, a deathly grip much stronger than Sean had been expecting forcing Sean to punch the zombie right in the face before taking his head off with a momentousness swing.

[8:44 AM] Soup:

Sean had stood there, a look of relief on his face for only a moment as he heard the groaning and moaning again. More of them were coming out of their houses, coming around parking cars, working their way toward him to surrond him. Sean didn't stick around at that moment, quickly running to the RV and putting the Machete on the floor before he started the RV that wouldn't turn over. “Bloody Hell! Where did you find this RV Seti? A junkyard?” As Sean struggled to start the RV they were getting surronded – hands and faces slapping against the exterior of the vehicle, causing Sean to jump in his skin as one clawed at the glass and smushed their face against the windshield right in front of him. When the RV started rocking, he had looked at Seti. “Yeah. Just a wrong button pushed thing huh?”

[8:45 AM] Soup:

It had taken Sean five pumps of the gas and six turns of the key to finally have the RV turning over. “Hang On.” He had floored it then, driving right over the four zombies that were minutes away from breaking through the windshield, ignoring the sound of crushed bodies underneath the wheels as he sped down the road. How he wished it had all been a hoax – because it was more terrifying that it -wasn't-.

[4:58 PM] Karma:

"Well of course not. I couldn't hear her while half asleep still and you were on the phone." Seti had continued to look at Sean as the other stood there on the phone, his eyes narrowing slightly as he thought about how much it would be emotionally taxing on them if something serious were happening. Seti laughed then before shaking his head, thinking that was a stupid thought anyway " Well,...As they say, better safe than sorry, right?" He muttered before moving to meet with the other. Once out in the RV he stares as Sean steps out with a bag of guns " Well aren't you packing." He muttered toward Sean before he shook his head " And how about now, how are you feeling about it now?" He asked with a raised eyebrow, then followed Sean's gaze toward the neighbors " Well, looks like someone was out partying late last night." He couldn't imagine anyone getting so drunk "Hm...Strange." But the chaos around him had gone mostly ignored by the Egyptian. It wasn't like he didn't care, or wouldn't have found such things serous. He just didn't know what it was he was supposed to be worried about.

[4:58 PM] Karma:

As he continued to watch the creatures making their way toward the two of them he backed up with the cages " Alright you guys, hush hush...there's no need for that. I'll put you down.." As Sean was telling him to get inside he just nodded " Well where else was I going to go, Egypt..." Closing the door on the side he secured it shut before securing the cages in little holder slots " See Sean. I bought this thing from that creepy guy outside of towns, son... You know, the one that was always talking about the end of days..." "Apparently he was building this for just such an occasion. I was in the neighborhood and seen and thought 'Hey, Sean and I could take some romantic vacations with such a beast as this'... and now here we are." He paused to look toward the boxes of new parts he had gotten for finishing up and replacing the broken or bad parts of the RV " A RV just waiting for the final touches..." He looked toward Sean then as the banging and assault on the RV began to happen, of course not much damage was done to the vehicle in all, the attempt was futile " Huh, I guess the guys son was right, this is built like a tank. No wonder it's such a gas guzzler."

[4:59 PM] Karma:

Blinking then he looked to Sean once more before getting in the passenger seat " Thank god he had extra gas storage's built in...Or else this trip would be a nightmare. " Glancing out of the window he watched as they drove passed the undead people wondering absently on the streets and sidewalks " I wonder what other secrets this thing has... Should really have replaced that engine and such first though, and a lot sooner." Looking to Sean once more he gave a shrug " Maybe something got into the water Sean...You know..like, cocaine..." A man walked into a building. It had been only an hour or so before Sean received the phone call from his sister. Asher, who had basically just gotten out of years of training and such had been going to meet with his new partner, and observe on the field work. As he walked up to the front desk he told the man sitting there at it his name. Then was allowed on through where he spent the next few moments being talked to and then his partner finally arrived. They walked up and told him he was to remain silent and only observe what was going on. That the guy they had in custody that day was one Darius Shelters. Under investigation for quite a few crimes. Mostly those against the government.

[4:59 PM] Karma:

As the door to the interrogation room opened Asher's partner, several decades older than him, stepped in and walked up to the table where Darius was sat at. With a wave of a hand the older male gestured to the second chair to his right, signalling for Asher to come in and sit down. Asher had stood behind them for a moment, almost like a baby duck waddling behind it's mother before blinking and jumping to the side " Oh, right..-Oh sh-Quiet, quiet...shh...Sorry. I'm observing now." He zipped his mouth, making the gesture with his hand before moving over to take a seat in the empty chair. His partner rolling his eyes before they began to lay into Darius with questions about their involvement, or potential involvement in some recent crimes.

[9:46 PM] Soup:

It wasn't really a surprise, Shay was very much a straight to the point kind of person – firm, direct, and loud when she thought somebody wasn't listening. She most certainly had heard the disbelief in Sean's tone, and she had no other way to tell him but to be firm with her little brother when she said it - unfortunately that had carried through the phone and straight to Seti as well. Better safe than sorry was an understatement in hindsight and Seti had definitely been taking things a lot more calmly and casual than Sean had – going as far to call the neighbours drunk. How could Seti not see the truth when it was staring him right in the face? “So much for a romantic vacation and that kid had more sense to him than this whole town. Do you not see what is going on here Seti? How much more proof do you need?” As Sean asked he had gestured around the vehicle and toward the undead howling, gurgling, and scraping at the windows and the doors. Sean had shaken his head as he peeled the RV out of the driveway, squealing the tires as he ended east down the highway. The whole town had looked deserted and there were Undead everywhere. Cars and trucks were left abandoned and Sean had been forced to slam on the breaks to avoid rear-ending the six cars that had been piled up at the intersection.

[9:46 PM] Soup:

Slender digits had gripped the wheel as Sean's eyes squinted, leaning forward to see one of the car doors opening. “Seti, are you seeing this? Should we help? --” First a hand had flopped out, landing on the pavement and for a moment whoever was halfway in the car and out of it was barely moving. His grip on the wheel had tightened as he saw more undead start to make their way to the car, moaning, staggering toward the woman who had pulled herself out and started crawling on the ground toward the RV.  That was the moment Sean had put the RV in park, reaching for the rifle he had stashed underneath the seat. Only when Sean went to open the door an arm had reached for his – forcing him to yelp as he shut the door and the undead looked at him briefly before joining the growing crowd of other undead surronding the woman. “You can't tell me this is all from cocaine in the water Seti”

[9:46 PM] Soup:

As the large group completely covered her Sean had put the RV in reverse, looking over his shoulder as he began driving backward and away from the scene. “We aren't getting to the meeting point through there – I hope this bitch can handle the backroads” They were about to find out. Darius: “Play good cop bad cop all you want, it wasn't murder.” What hadn't he done? Grand Theft Auto – check. Break and Enter – check. Murder? Was it really murder when the person you had killed was already dead? “You people don't understand – that woman you saw me kill lieutenant was already dead. I just realized it before the rest of you all did.” Darius had shifted uncomfortably in his chair, the bite mark on his arm from the Undead woman was itching again. “I have an itch, seeing you guys have me handcuffed to the table, mind scratching it for me?”

[6:14 AM] Karma:

"Alright Sean. Will you shut up about it. I'm not blind. Jeez." Seti burst, Sean's paranoid attempts to unblind Seti had done nothing more than annoy the Egyptian. Clearly there was something wrong. How stupid did Sean think that Seti really was " I don't need you trying to terrorize me about it. Something like this isn't possible... That's all..- It is just hard to process all of ...this-" He gestured to all of outside of the RV " So lay off with the thick attempts to convince me of the apparent!" As the other asked about the people he rolled his eyes " Fuck no! What the hell Sean, you were just expressing how dangerous everything is! Why would you stop to help someone?! Clearly that's not something we are going to do. Look at them, they are surrounded. If we stop to help them, the likelihood of none of us making it out of that mess is made higher. If this is really happening. I'm going to need you to think that sort of thought through a little more thoroughly. It's not a time for morals Sean. It's survival now."

[6:14 AM] Karma:

Seti had looked out the window though, not enjoying the facts. But accepting them none the less. He hated being such a cold unsympathetic seeming person, especially now. But what else could he do. Let Sean stop and then have them both die. He wasn't going to let Sean risk his life for something so unnecessary. There was no telling who could be trusted, or what the future would hold for them, if they were to rescue those people. The right path, to him, was clearly to keep going. Because the only consequences of that would be that those people would be dead, or if any survived the attack, they wouldn't likely come find them for any revenge. " Well then what the hell are your ideas about why something like this is happening. And for that matter, why it happened so quickly. Clearly it's more of a virus thing. But I was trying to lighten the mood since all those stories have been going around about people snorting bath salts and then going off the deep in which lead to one man eating another mans face off. I see it must have went over your head though. - Of course, now is not really a good time for jokes either. I suppose." He gave a small shrug then.

[6:14 AM] Karma:

As he watched Sean he narrowed his eyes " So put that gun down and get your narrow ass back in that seat and fucking drive before I duck tape you to one of the cabinets in the back. He then rolled his eyes again as Sean continued to make comments about the RV " Oh, I am sure it's going to run just fine there. You are acting as if this beast, not bitch, is that old and run down. When it's not." Seti then laughed and slapped a hand against the door " She'll do what needs doing." Asher had looked back and forth between his partner and Darius as the two spoke. He then swallowed before glancing to one side as his partner did all of the talking for them, clearly not having the experience needed for interrogating suspected murders. As Darius asked that question though he spoke up "Um, well, yes. Because there is no proof of their being dead prior to your assumed murdering of them.--Though it's not much of an assumption since ten civilian's seen you murder that woman..." Asher cut off as his partner was looking at him then looked away, giving a nod " Right, quiet. Sorry."

[6:15 AM] Karma:

When his partner went back to trying to question Darius Asher had continued to watch the two taking in everything that had been going on between them. To Asher, Darius had not been providing a good enough tale to make anyone not be convinced he hadn't murdered a woman in broad daylight in front of a large set of witnesses. Darius clearly had and was just being difficult, as far as anyone else could see, at the moment. It was all just a waste of time really. And as time passed his partner had gotten fed up with it. Just as a large 'boom' had come from somewhere on one of the floors below them. Then nothing but silence as his partner had looked around. Asher had been looking around as well only to let out a breath " You know you get a lighter sentence if you just confess to the crime. Clearly no jury of your peers is going to see the video of you murdering that woman, so vividly and go ' no, he didn't do it. She clearly was dead'... You're a dead man, otherwise." Asher told Darius just before another bang, this one making the entire building shake could be heard. His partner walked over toward the door and grabbed it only to find that it had jammed, locking the three of them in the room. Asher looked over, giving a confused look " What do you mean it's jammed, what is all that noise and shaking anyway..." It was impossible to think that anyone would be attacking a police station in such a time of day.

[6:19 AM] Karma:

Standing then Asher reached over toward Darius only for his partner to swing around and point at him, stopping him in his tracks. Then tell him not to DARE itch Darius' arm, or so help him he was fitting to break Asher's in return " Alright. Don't got to be so vicious about it." Asher could see the other was extremely irritated, and clearly had been the entire day. So he sat back down and pulled out his phone, playing with it as his partner continued with the door. Only for another loud boom to be heard a moment later and the floor suddenly crumbled below them, filling the room completely with dust as the three fell down to the lower level. Asher's partner being impaled on piece of jagged metal sticking out of the ground. The dust and dirt in the room had created such a clouded space that Asher could barely see two feet in front of him by the time he had woken up. There had been distance screaming and what he could only describe to himself as the noises of war in some war movie, going on all around him. Letting out a cough he moved to raise his right hand only to wince in pain as it shot through his arm. He could feel that it was badly broken and that there had been quite a bit of rubble stacked onto his entire arm. Laying on his back in the remains of the room, or building? He couldn't see at that moment, he continued to cough, lifting up his left arm to cover his mouth and nose with the sleeve in an attempt to get some fresh air. Shifting he tried to pull his arm free only to get another shock of pain through it and let out an agonized cry, before biting his lips shut.

[9:25 AM] Soup:

Well, Sean could certainly say that it wasn't their first argument, and he certainly could say he sort of had it coming – alright, he definitely had it coming. Maybe it wasn't so much of an argument as they definitely had annoyed each other. Seti had annoyed Sean when it seemed to him he was acting oblivious and not taking the situation seriously, and Sean was annoying Seti by taking the situation TOO seriously in a way it seemed he was terrorizing his boyfriend. “I'm sorry.” That was really all Sean could say. Clearly, the strangeness of the situation had affected both of the two boys. Why would he stop to help someone? Those annoying little things called -morals-. Sean had them. Those little urges to help someone, and it wasn't that Seti -didn't- have those urges, it was that he was smarter about it. Everything Seti had said made sense, everything Seti had said was logical, there were simply too many zombies around the woman to even think about intervening and that was going to be a hard lesson for Sean to learn. “---yeah well, at least my narrow ass can still get -both- feet on the pedals.” Sean had muttered his apology again, underneath his breath as he put the RV in reverse and swung the vehicle around to look for a road – or a back road, that would lead them to the rendezvous point without any obstacles.

[9:25 AM] Soup:

Sean had stuck to the back roads as much as possible, in a case like a zombie apocalypse it seemed better to stay -away- from the heavily populated cities and towns. The only problem was that the beast of the RV wasn't exactly built for off-roading on the types of roads Sean was driving on and it had only been a couple of hours in that the RV hit a huge pot hole and the sound of one of the tires going flat had shaken the RV as Sean was forced to pull off to the side of the dirt road and half way into the ditch. “Please tell me the RV has a spare” Sean had a bit of experience dealing with flat tires, taking in a deep breath as he rolled his hands against the steering wheel and looked over at Seti. “Whatever happens – stay in the bloody vehicle” This wasn't the case of Sean rushing out to help a woman surrounded by zombies, this was the case of Sean having no choice but to get out of the RV to change a tire. He had taken a deep breath, opening the driver's side door before he was leaning over to grab Seti's face with his shaking hands and pressing his lips against his. He had held onto the kiss as if he was committing it to memory and he rested his forehead against Seti's before leaving the safety of the RV and taking his gun with him.

[9:25 AM] Soup:

There was nothing that Sean could hear the moment his feet touched the ground and he shut the door behind him. Honey brown eyes had looked around cautiously, until he was satisfied that nobody was around them. Walking around the RV he found the hatch that contained a jack, a wrench, and a spare tire and went to work on changing the tire that would hopefully last on the back roads until they could find a tire shop to ransack. “Fuck” Sean had known that spare tires weren't meant to be -replacement- tires and even though he had worked as fast as his hands had allowed it wasn't fast enough to get back on the road before any unwanted company found its way to them. It was when Sean had started securing the last bolt that he heard the sound – the shuffling of feet, the jagged throat groans, Sean should have started running right then but he was thinking about Seti and the animals chance of escape. He had managed. He had managed to secure the last bolt, but he hadn't given himself enough time to get back inside the RV when he had turned around to find himself face to face with a zombie that had lurched at him. Sean's back had hit the RV, causing him to lose his footing and drop to his ass – his hand reaching for the heavy wrench as he bolted to his feet. The zombie caught a chunk of Sean's arm flesh as Sean clocked the zombie across the face hard enough to stagger it back. Ignoring the stinging pain, ignoring the blood running down his arm, Sean had left the zombie behind to jump back into the RV. “It bit me, it fucking bit me, Seti --”

[9:25 AM] Soup:

The animals inside were getting crazy, hissing and growling as Sean pulled the RV away, and why wouldn't they? They knew what had happened, they knew what it meant, Sean had no idea how much time he had left as he pulled back onto the dirt road and floored it. “I'll get you as far as I can, but the moment I'm not myself anymore Seti --” And Sean, couldn't even finish the words. “There is no crime for me to confess to!' Well, he -wasn't- about to confess to THAT crime because it wasn't a crime. Darius had been aggravated as he gave the handcuffs another tug to try and get out of them on his own. The noise had made Darius jump in his chair, attention torn away from Asher and whoever the hell was the other guy and toward the noise. “Let me out of these fucking handcuffs! Don't you idiots see what is going on here?!” Clearly, they didn't.  Darius still wasn't paying attention to the other two when he started inching himself back in the chair – the moment the room started violently shaking, the -moment- Darius felt the dust fall on his face and in his hair from the ceiling, he had pushed out the chair from underneath him and jolted his body underneath the table.

[9:26 AM] Soup:

It was impossible to see anything in the rumble that was coming down all around him, chunks of ceiling and walls as the floor gave way right underneath them. Darius had avoided much of the debris that had fallen, but he had been buried in the rumble once the building had settled. Even then, however, he had been able to push chunks of debris and the table off of him, staggering to his feet as he started to cough on the dust heavy in the air. He didn't how many people were dead, the ones that had survived were in rougher shape that he was considering he had managed only a few bumps and scratches when the building had come down. It was when he was stepping over chunks of concrete and destroyed furniture that he had heard Asher's cry out a few feet away. Darius had two choices. Two very -obvious- choices. He could leave Asher to die, it wouldn't take too long – he would either die from his own blood loss or he would die from a zombie. Or, he could pick him up, drag him out, and at least give him a -chance- of surviving on his own. “You are already dead, you know that right?” The words left Darius's thin lips as he approached Asher, bending down and positing himself for Asher to grab onto him and use his body as support to stand himself up. There wasn't any time to access extent of the damage that had been done but they had to keep moving. “We need to leave. NOW. You have a weapon on you? You have a car? I have a place we can go, but we need to make a stop first.” As Darius coaxed Asher forward he reached for a jagged piece of wood to use a weapon, chances were – he was going to need it.

[thesuns-flowerchild]

FRIENDS IN LOW PLACES -CH.1

Summary: A crew of bounty hunters have been hired to help find Luke Skywalker and the scavenger . The captain has a shrouded past that is connected to the notorious Kylo Ren , who doesn’t recognize her . she plans to keep it that way . As their journey begins everyones lives will change as secrets unfold. *leads to a reylo story just have to keep reading *

Dusk was settling in on the rainy planet of Kamino. The grey sky churned as a storm began to brew on the horizon. Zera sighed as she sat in the cantina, glancing out at the dreary weather, impatiently waiting for her next employer. Her crew sat at the bar, paying no mind to their captain as they drank the night away. At least some of us get a night off , she thought to herself. Checking her wrist comlink for the third time she clicked her tongue in annoyance. Late , by half an hour. Zera wasn’t sure who she was meeting , she’d received a coded message with these coordinates . She didn’t usually accept an offer without knowing who it was from but the up front pay they were offering was too large to refuse and business lately had been slow . Something she couldn’t afford. She took in her surrondings . The cantina had fallen far from its original glory . The shiny brillance of the building had been washed out and dulled from years of neglect. Loose wires hung everywhere. The room was dimly lit and the walls had scorch marks from previous battles.  After the fall of the rebuplic the native inhabitants had been driven out by pirates , who’d been in search for the riches that Kamino would have gained from the Republic . Chumps, Zera thought . There had been no riches , and the once grand establishment had turned into a trade and commerce centre for the less etiquete in the galaxy. It was a good place to find business . Zera was beginning to think about leaving when a hooded figure stepped into the cantina and headed straight for her table . Zera froze , she didnt need to see the face of the hooded man to know who he was . The whole cantina fell silent as he went to sit across from her . Kylo Ren . When it became apparent that the patrons were in no danger the background noise of drunken conversation resumed . Leaving her alone with the new guest.  “You’re late.” Zera said, as level headed as possible. She hated the man infront of her . He was a monster , she knew first hand . “Yet you’re still here, waiting. ” His voice was distorted behind the mask. He doesnt recognize me , thank the stars. “What can I do for you Ren ? I would think the first order need not waste their time with lowely bounty hunters such as us . ” She could see his shoulders tense up , trying to control that rage she remembered so well. Good sit there and seethe. “Dont patronize me, you and your team are highly recommened by some of our associates, even if your methods are odd . ” His voice flat with indifference. “Not killing our targets would seem odd to you wouldnt it ?” She bit her tongue the second the words left her mouth. Are you crazy woman he will kill you without a second thought! She mentally yelled . She could feel his anger , it was going to boil over if she didnt watch her tongue . “ Bounty hunters usually excell in that department . However that trait is usueful to the First Order . The people we want found are needed alive . Your employment would ensure that. ” A breif moment of tense silence overcame the table. Zera pondered , she could say no, but knowing Ren, that would result in a lot of dead bodies. Blood she didnt want to add to her hands . “ Who is the target?” She inquired . “Targets actually. Luke Skywalker and a scavenger . " Something other than rage rolled of of him when he’d said scavenger. Interesting. Zera tucked that peice of information away feeling like it would be important for a later time. Master Luke, her heart skipped a few beats . This was a dangerous game she would be playing , Kylo Ren didn’t recongnize her but Luke would . Her old life had finally caught up to her and there wasn’t much wiggle room to get out of it . ” Well I think we have a deal. Of course I require the initial payment , hunting isn’t cheap and not all of us are big shots . “ If she could see his face, shes sure he'd rolled his eyes. He reached into his belt and pulled out a satchel, dropping it on the table . It hit with a loud thunk.  Zera picked up the satchel and smiled at the man infront of her . ” I wish I could say its been a pleasure but it hasn’t , I’ll be seeing you . “ She went to leave the table but Rens’ hand shot up , grabbing her arm tightly. ” Sit . “ A demand she wasn’t getting out of. She sat back down, annoyed. ” There are some conditions. You and  your team will be accompaning me back to the Finalizer . This mission is to delicate and you’re not nearly qualified enough to be left to your own devices. I will be personally be  attending the mission . Non negotiable . “  Hell no . Zera thought . The last thing she wanted was this bantha fodder hovering over her while she tried to work.  She went to argue but he stood abruplty . ” Here are the coordinates to the ship. We leave in two hours . Don’t be late.“ On that note he stormed out of the cantina . Zera huffed . This will not end well, she thought. Being close to another force sensitive , especially that particular force sensitve was dangerous . What was even more dangerous was the creature that he worked for . She’d hidden from him this long , and she wanted to stay that way. Choking down the infortmation of her new journey she made her way to the bar . "Triple , strongest you’ve got.” She said to the Rodian bar tender . His eyes bulged in surprised . “ Was that who I think it was capn’ ?"  Her second in command , a bright orange twi'lek named Draxus asked . She placed her credits on the table as the bar tender set the shot in front of her . She downed it, and turned to address her crew.  ” Our new employer is the First Order , be ready to leave for their ship in two hours .“ Her crew stared after her in shock, as she turned on her heel and left the dingy cantina.

[renee-writer]

A Broken Promise Chapter 8 Past, Present, and Future

Explicit

Five Months Later

At eight months pregnant, Claire is both miserable and terrified. All she recalls of birth is the horror of Faith's stillbirth and the time after where she almost died. The visits every few months from the Redcoats didn't help.

They are searching for an Alexander MacKenzie. No matter how many times Jenny and Ian told them," There are no Mackenzie's here. Just Frasers and Murray's." they still keep coming. The last time was two months previous. Jenny and her had presented them with a gift of potatoes and they had left them in peace, so far.

She laid in bed beside her husband and he stroked her belly. She softly says,"Would you like to talk about it?"

"Talk about what Sassanech?"

"I haven't asked. Have wanted to but was waiting on you. But, the nightmares are getting worse. Maybe talking about it wll help. It did in the past."

He sighs and draws her closer to his side. "I worry over Murtagh. I saw him last on that bloody field. He fought beside me then I lost him. In the chaos of battle, I lost him." His voice broke and she holds him closer. He is quiet for a moment, collecting himself to continue. "The next person I see clearly is Black Jack." His wife gasps. "Aye. It seemed to be just him and I there, even though we were surronded by fighting man. It has always been personal for us, ye ken. Sae, we charged each other. I hit his arm. He hit my leg, as ye ken. He was going for my bollocks. Payment for me almost gelding him in France, I assume. Though I owed him so much more." He stops and strokes his unborn child," for Fergus, for what he did to him. For Faith, for ye. I came back up and managed to hit his chest. We fell together. It seemed fitting somehow. I thought I was dead. I knew he was.

The next thing I recall is a clansman dragging me away. We took refuge in an old shack. What was left of the Jacobite rebellion. Battered, bruised, the lads who couldn't run. We just set there awaiting our fate. I had accepted death. Was just upset at the delay. Didn't help as I watched clansman after clansman lead out to be shot. A noble death the English offered their defeated foes. Twas one mercy. Finally I was the only one left. A Captain Melton asks my name. I dinna give him my real name, not sure why. Maybe it was the last thing I had of myself. He looked down on me and shook his head.

"I am sick of death," he said to his officers," sick of killing. Send the poor bloke back to his people. He won't survive the journey but we won't be responsible for his pasding."

I was lifted on to the wagon. Doozed off and on until I fully awoke to your face. I thought I was dead. Ye ken the rest."

"God bless Captain Melton."

"Aye. Can bless him now. Was just angry at the time. I had lost everything, sae I thought."

She draws him to herself after taken off her gown. "I am right here Jamie." She places his hand on her breast. He groans deep and low as he fills his hand with her. She has grown so much, blooming in the last stages of her pregnancy. He thumbed her nipple and her head fell back as her groans fill the room. They become sqeaks as he draws her into his mouth. He wants her so much. He kens she thinks herself not attractive anymore but he finds her more attractive then he did on their wedding day when he was mad with lust. His hand drifts between her legs. She has grown there too. He is enchanted and intrigued by every one of her body's changes. He strokes her to completion and she cries out his name as that little nub of flesh jumps under his hand.

"Please Jamie," she reaches between him, trying to guide him in her. They must do it the back way, like the horses, due to her advanced pregnancy. He eases himself inside her and they both sigh in relief. He is gentle as he rocks in and out of her. He places one hand on her breast, the other over their bairn. The child kicks as he rocks him/ her to sleep and brings mam to pleasure again before finding his own.

The next morning, Jenny can tell there is something on Claire's mind. "Would ye like a bit of a walk?" She asks her. They head out as soon as they eat. "What is amiss then?"

"I am scared. I fear that what happened with Faith will happen again. Not only did I lose our daughter, I. almost died myself."

"Ah lass. Do ye think I will allow ye to die. I went to the edge of the abyss with Jamie and ye and I brought him back. Do ye not ken that I would do the same for my sister?"

"You won't let me die?"

"Absolutely not. Now, ready to head back?"

"Not quite yet. I am enjoying the air and want to walk a bit more." She smiles at her.

"Not to far, ye hear."

"I won't go past the arches." Jenny nods and she heads on. She walks another ten minutes or so before a sharp pain bends her over and takes her to her knees. She sits gasping when a large hand lands on her shoulder. She assumes it is Jamie until she hears his voice.

"Are ye alright miss." Says the first Scottish voice she had ever heard this side of the Stones.

"Murtagh!" She shouts in joy, the pain temporarily forgotten.

"Claire! Good Christ, it is sae good to see ye lass. What are ye doing out here alone sae far gone?"

"Catching some air."

"Weel let's get ye inside." He lifts her to her feet and she throws her arms tight around him. He hugs her back. They then walk back towards the house with Murtagh supporting her.

Jamie was heading out to find her when he saw them coming. His wife with...Good God! Murtagh!

"Jamie lad, why are ye allowing ye wife to wonder the grounds alone in her state." He scolds.

"Murtagh, how did..?"

"Time enough for that. Claire needs a bed."

[yuki-d-raizel-blog]

Believe Me

Chapter 12/??

Relationship: Rin x Reader (Your/Name) , (Full/Name)

Summit: Inside the class there was the same confusion of always, Rin and Bon were fighting over something stupid, Shima and Konekomaru were trying to stop them while Shiemi and Izumo were laughing for the scene. Everything was as always. Until the bell rang. The Exwires notice that the professor was late, but nobody knew why. When the door opened… A new student arrived to the True Cross Academy. She’s smart and strong, still a quiet and solitary person. Moved by a strange feeling, Rin would like to know her, help her if he can but nobody would think that that student was someone so… special.

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Yukio and Shura saw the change in her attitude, so they think that their front is failed. They’re ready to run as fast as they can, but the road is empty, and the near bushes would be noisier. They can't escape; so they stay quiet and immobile. Before you could go and check, a few minutes passed because of Yukiya, he had to parking the car and take all Shion's bags inside. With a silly excuse, you manage to remain outside. Quietly, you begin to move foward and your eyes check all the views they can reach; nothing shows up, but you’re sure that you heard a noise. The two teachers and the Exwires are ready to be scolded and reported for violating a private property without permission. (Y/N)'s steps are closer and closer, and slowly her shadow is reflected on the cement. Raising a little their heads, they see the girl still in the middle of the road looking for something. She seems nervous.

<<Come back to me, my dear.>> a manly voice comes behind you.

<<!!>> touching your ear like to avoid that creepy voice to come again, you immediatly turn with a powerful swing of the arm, but nobody is there, <<What the fuck was->>

Through a tree's shadow, a man appears and looks straight into your purple eye, <<You are my masterpiece, (Y/N).>>

Her legs are shaking and won’t moving. All her being is paralyzied. Terror reigns in her eyes, and her breath is so irregular that she'll faint soon if she doesn't adjust it quickly.

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Meanwhile inside the house, Rin and Shiemi are playing with Yatsufsa in the pool, Shion is next to them relaxing, listening to music while Yukiya and Raika bring some cool beverages for everyone. Feeling lonely, Shion decides to go and find (Y/N), and Yukiya said that she isn't come back yet.

"So she's outside, but why?" the young ice skater stands up and walks to the gates. Once reached them, he feels something very strange, <<Nee-san?>> Shion goes out and sees you kneeling with your hands in the hair, "Wait, I know these syntoms!" quickly he goes back running as fast as he can.

<<Something wrong?>> Rin is ignored by the guy, <<Oi...>>

<<Yukiya!! Hurry up!!>> the man approches the little brother, <<(Y/N) is panicking again!!>>

<<This is a bad joke, Shion.>> he replied a little upset by those words, <<She’s fine now->>

While the men are talking, a frightned scream reach their ears. Everyone runs outisde... A girl is kneeling under a tree, shaking so much, terrified by something... What the hell happened?

<<Shit, she was doing so well!>> Yukiya takes a few steps fowards, <<(Y/N).>>

<<!! Please! Don't hurt me!>> you crounch down more to protecting yourself, <<I'll do everything...>>

<<It's me, Yukiya.>> he approches you very slowly, <<Calm down, (Y/N).>>

<<I swear I'll do everything you'll order! Just don't hurt me again! Please... I'm begging you...>>

<<I’ll never hurt you.>> now he’s near the girl and slowly offers his hand, <<Will you go back at home with me?>>

<<No.... don't touch me! Don't...>> a scary black-ish aura surrounds your body, <<Don't come near me! I hate you!>>

<<I'm going away, ok?>> "This is really bad." he walks backwards and until he rejoins to the group.

<<This is hard.>> Shion says with worried eyes, <<She is trapped in the past again.>>

<<What’s happening?>> Rin asks dead worried for his classmate, <<Why she doesn't recognize us?>>

<<That man was here?>> Raika is talking without thinking that he's doing it aloud, <<Impossibile, he isn't->>

<<That man? Who are you talking about?>> Yukiya's eyes are terrifying, <<Who the fuck was supposted to be here? Explain the situation right fucking now Raika!>>

<<S-she was feeling uneasy from this morning, so she made the barrier and asked me to check every street that lead here...>>

<<For what purpose?>>

<<...She suspected that he could be here...>>

<<That piece of shit again? Are you kidding me?!>> Rin shouts in rage, <<What the fuck is his problem?>>

<<Describe him.>> Yukiya ordered while he keeps staring at you to catch any dangerous wills, <<Now!>>

<<He was tall, with black hair and eyes... His voice was darkish and deep...>>

<<He find us already?>> Yukiya whispers when suddenly, a strange aura explodes from your body, <<Fuck, (Y/N) don't!>> he rushes to your side and hugs you with the purpose to keep you immobile.

<<I must obey... I don't want to feel this pain again... It's too much for me...>>

<<Don't do it, for the love of god!>> Yukiya is losing a strenght battle, she’s standing up and he can't keep her still, <<Calm down (Y/N)! Nobody will hurt you!>>

A strong wild surronded your propriety, a strong pressure is crushing everybody down. The only one who can move freely is Yukiya, he’s even the nearest to you... Is he a demon or a god or something like that? How can be both of you be so freacking powerful?!

<<Everybody hates me... For my body, my existence... Why I must live like this? Why I must suffer like this? WHY!>>

"She’s near the berserk!" Yukiya uses his whole body to press on you with all his might, <<My (Y/N), don't worry anymore.>> singing a lulluby, the aura retrocedes and disappears into nothingless, <<I'm here. I will protect you with my life. You have a new and beautiful family... Don't give up yet. Fight back your past; you can do it.>>

<<...Yu...ki...ya...?>>

<<I'm here, sweetie. Shion, Raika, Yatsufsa, Rin, Shiemi are waiting for you.>> he strokes that pure hair and kisses often her head, <<Come on, we can go home and see a movie, or play a game with everyone.>>

<<That would... be nice....>> your voice sounds so tired, the man stands up and helps you to do the same, <<I'm sorry... I did it again...>> you feel his hand squeeze yours to reassure you.

While you two are walking towards the others, Raika asks to Moriyama if she can prepare a special tea for realixing nerves or something like that, he doesn't know anything about that topic. The blondy girl immediately goes back to do something that would help; Rin can see your body shaking like a leaf and he isn't the only one. The blue Exwire's eyes are on you and his mind is full of questions. What happenend when you were a child? Who’s the guy who scares you so much? He doesn't like seeing a special person to him like this, he prefers the smiley side of her. He doen't wish to force her to say something but he’s dying to know more about her past. If he knows more, then he can help her when she’s like before. He can do it, right?

His toughts are inturreped by your movement. What is happening now...?

The girl suddlenly stops and Yukiya does the same. When the man looks at you, his eyes are wide open.

<<(Y/N)...>> her beatiful and pure hair are painted with an ugly and dark black, <<(Y/N)!>>

<<Come un angelo splenderò nel tempo, la leggenda riecheggerà per sempre...>> great, now you’re speaking a new language, what the heck did you said?

<<(Y/N) listen to my voice!>> Yukiya holds your face in his hands, but your eyes are death, they don't spark, they’re lifeless... like if you are hypnotized.

<<Sento che un giorno guarderò il mondo con le ali della libertà; mi guideranno nel fato che cerco e un nuovo futuro vedrò.>> strange and bright tattoos are invading your face, branding it like a canvas.

<<(Y/N), can you hear me?>> Rin screams to waking you up but he can only attire your gaze. Those empty eyes are piercing him like a knife, "What’s this feeling...? Is fear…? No, it’s different..."

<<La notte vedrò, la tua dolce pelle che non perderò... Nel tempo cadrò, fermandolo in me, e per sempre con te resterò.>>

<<That's my girl.>> again. That creepy voice is in the air, but nobody is here, <<Amazing.>>

<<Mi rendo conto che quello che voglio risplende nell'eternità... Guardo una luce che seguirò sempre per vivere la libertà...>> you turn like a doll staring at a lamppost, crying, <<Ma un giorno verrà chiamandomi qui, mostrandomi un sogno che non c'è più.>>

<<You...>> Yukiya, Yatsufsa and Raika are like an humanoide fury, <<Leave her alone!>>

<<I can't.>> that man is on the street light pointed by (Y/N), <<She’s my conquest tool, she’s my masterpiece. She must return to her owner.>>

<<Go fuck yourself, you crazy bitch!>> Raika shouts in rage, <<(Y/N) isn't a tool! Die, you useless piece of shit! Don't come near my Master never again!>>

<<She has such beautiful guardians.>> the man gets down and walks towards the hypnotize girl, <<You’re all always with her, very loyal servants.>>

Yukiya stops the person with his own body and with a terrifying voice, he roars: <<Fuck off. Touch my (Y/N) another time and I swear my wrath will erase you from this world.>>

<<Remember, Demon of the Moon...>> the man disappears like a shadow, <<I will take my tool for sure, not matter what. See you very soon.>>

The black vanishes like it’s washed away from your hair, and you faint afterwards. Raika obbligates all to get inside the house, while Yukiya carries you in his arms. When the gates closed, the barrier is surronded by another powerful and unknowned layer, reinforcing it.

The team watched everything and they didn't know which fact was the most surprising. Your behavior or your transformation? Your terrifying aura at the beginning or the relaxing one from before? Now they understand, they must answer at one and only one question: who are you?

Shura and Yukio try to get informations from your past, but they don’t find anything. They can't find even where you are born or your birth date. Why they can't do that? Where are all the informations about you? Why everything is hide so well from unwanted eyes? But Bon thought a plan: use Rin and Shiemi to get what they want. The two Exwire are the only ones who can talk with you without get into a fight, so they will be the ace of the team. Know your identity will lead to that man, and finally stop him. He’s clearly a danger, he’s not human anymore, Yukio knows that well. When (Y/N) shot him in the head, he was still moving, talking and the wound was healing...

So many questions but not even an answer... This is so stressful for all.

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While Shion, Shiemi and Yatsufsa are in your bedroom watching over you, the others are in the living-room, silently. Raika is really pissed off but Yukiya is so quiet, like he is in a mute mode. He’s thinking so hard about something, but the rage is avoiding him to do it clearly.

<<That motherfucker found us already...>> Raika's whisper was like a roar or something beastly, <<Why we can't kill him? It would be so easy for us! C’mon Yukiya, give us the order!>>

<<Restrain yourself Raika.>> the other interwine his fingers and rest his head on them, <<If we do that, (Y/N) will be in troubles and she doesn't want us to get near that fucker.>>

<<She was finally fine thanks to Rin! Now we’re at the starting line again! She can't take this!>> the guy is blinded by his wrath, <<She doesn't deserve all this bullshit! She didn't do anything wrong, she loves and protects us... Why we can't do nothing for her? I want to kill that man! Let me do it!>>

<<I said no, damn it!>> Yukiya raises his voice, making Rin and Raika jump, <<I know how you feel, but we must think at (Y/N)'s viewpoint too. For now, let's wait for her to wake up and talk about it later. Meanwhile, let's do our best to pretect Rin, Shiemi, Shion and her.>>

<<Can I can ask...>> the demon speaks with a lower voice, <<Who->>

<<If you are talking about that man, please...>> Yukiya covers his face with hands, <<Don't ask anything...>>

<<Sorry.>> "I don't wanna ask it to (Y/N), she’s obviously scare to death by him, but I wanna know. What he did to (Y/N)? He even called Yukiya, Demon of the Moon, what he meant with... Ah, I'm overthinking of it."

<<Yukiya, nee-san is->>

Yukiya jumps on his feet immediately and rushes to your room dragging Rin along. Once there, he finds her crying and screaming, trying to hurt herself for escaping from something. Shiemi and Yatsufsa are trying their best to stop her, but she’s too strong for the young lady, and the wolf doesn't use his full strenght, is scared to hurt her. (Y/N) is screaming something about a person, she’s saying that person must be free from the hell... now she’s crying loudly because she was too late.

<<What is she dreaming?>> Shiemi asks worried, she’s replaced with Yukiya and Raika, they’re more powerful than her, so they can keep you still on the bed.

<<She is dreaming the past...>> Shion answers with the fingers intertwined, <<...It always comes to hunt her in her dreams... That's why she never sleeps until she faints.>>

<<IT HURTS!! IT HURTS!!>> when Yukiya and Raika incresed the hold, your dream changed again, now you move your body so forcefully that the two men can barely keep you still, <<LET ME GO! PLEASE!!>>

<<Rin talk to her!>> Yukiya calls the demon near the bed, <<Everything is fine, she needs to hear your voice.>>

<<...Are you sure that only that can calm her down?>> he kneels next to you and waits for an answer.

<<Believe me, everything will be fine.>>

The Exwire whispers gently in your ear: <<I'm here (Y/N), don't worry.>> he touches your face to delete those ugly tears, <<I told you, these dreams will never touch you when I'm by your side. I'm the son of Satan, I am scarier than them.>>

The muscles relax, your expression is more peaceful, Yukiya's plan is working. The two men move backwards and leaves all in Rin's hands. Both are honestly surprised, they knew that he has a good influence on you, but they never thought at a such powerful impact. Like Shion said to them, when (Y/N) is with Rin, somehow, she feels safe from any danger, even if she doesn't understand why.

"Amazing!" Shion gives a little high-five to Shiemi for celebrating Rin's success.

<<I won't leave your side, (Y/N).>> the blue-ish boy could calm his friend down, <<Sweet dreams.>>

Rin managed to achieve his duty and everyone makes a happy sight. To avoide that again, Raika and Yukiya decide to stay there. In the silence, the blue Exwire can barely restrain himself from asking about (Y/N)'s past, but he wants to respect Yukiya's will too. So for now, he stays quiet and strokes gently your hair.

"What he did to you? Even a stupid like me can understand that was horrible, but I want to know more about you (Y/N)... I can't take it anymore. I want to take your burder too; I want to save you. Like Raika said, you don't deserve this pain, you’re nice, sweet, caring, selfless, harmless... Why I can't help you more than this?"

<<Please don't hate her for this.>> Yukiya's words are for Shiemi, he knows too well that Rin will not betray her, <<She doesn't have control on these things...>>

<<I will not hate her, Yukiya-san.>> the girl responds with a smile, <<But I'm worried.>>

<<It's normal. After what you hav->>

<<It's not about her powers.>> Shiemi stopped Raika, surprising him, <<She is like Rin, right? She has a great strenght but it’s feared from everybody because it's dangerous. But I don't think like this. Both, Rin and (Y/N)'s powers are used for something good, so there's nothing wrong. What I'm talking about is about herself. I didn't understand a word when she was hypnotized and sang those phrases... She is clearly scared about herself again. Am I wrong?>>

<<How do you saw that?>>

<<Maybe is friend intuition, hahaha.>> after that giggle, she stares at the classmate, <<It seems like the entire world is against her, so I want to show her that I'm different!>>

<<Gosh, what a wonderful lady.>> Yukiya laughes and then raises his head to look the roof, <<Everyone always rejected her, no matter what she did. In the village, the people sang a song every time she was in the streets, since she was little... What a bunch of blinded bastards.>>

<<A song...?>> Rin and Shiemi now are curious, but at the same time are upset with those cruel people.

<<"The baby is coming, ready the knife. The baby is coming, devil's wife.”>> Raika speaks with a disgusted and upsetted voice, <<"Mother to the Enemy stained within, God's creation saved with sin.">>

<<When the village tried to kill her, the crowd was moved by the same song...>> even Yukiya remembers that event clearly, <<"Thank God, stay the storm, no longer must we wait for come the dawn the Enemy born; to die in Temple Gate.">>

<<"The babe is growing, her belly will swell sent from Hell. Ezakiel waits asharping his blade, gather at the gate we kneel and pray.">> Raika concluded looking at his own feet, <<She never lived one day without hearing this horrible song.>>

<<....W-why?>> Shiemi and Rin are shocked, why people are so cruel with you?

<<.....Who knows. Humans are such an egoistic and evil being. I can't understand them at all.>>

"He’s lying." Rin saw something in Yukiya's eyes, "What happened in your past (Y/N)?"

After two longs hours, you finally wake up, finding a smiley Rin and Shiemi to greet you. Yatsufsa is moving its tail happily, while Shion, Raika and Yukiya are near the bed with a big smile. When you asked what happened, Yukiya took the lead quickly, saying that when Shion went to call you, you were fainted on the street for the heat. You don’t remember anything, so you trust what Yukiya said, and apologize with all for making them worried. To pay your debt, you let them ask everything they want, you will grant their wishes. Yukiya and Raika ask for a movie night, Shiemi, to see all your plants in the garden, Shion wishes for an entire day all for you two, and after thought about it for a long time, Rin says shyly if on his birthday, you can go with him to see the Tokyo Tower. You laugh at that suggestion and the demon doesn’t understand why. You correct him, both of you will do a small trip to see all the most famous Japanese attractions for his birthday.

Without notice it, the summer holidays are over. Once you come back to school, Mephisto assigns a mission to the class. It's a little bit harder than the usual Exwire missions, but they have you and two skillful teachers, so he believes that everything will be fine.

A week. The mission is in a week, so Bon, Konekomaru, Shima and Izumo try to get some information about you from Rin and Shiemi, but they don’t know something new. So the last change is... the mission. They’ll make you tell everything, in a way or an another.

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Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18