#the 'i am above humanity' thing shouldn't be an angst thing it should be a factor of his psychology

[yellowocaballero]

Continuing the JJK posting: Gojo is such a mystifying character.

Action show where swinging out the gate you introduce a character who is so incredibly powerful you then have to, before every fight, establish why Gojo can't just show up and fix the problem in seconds. His existence weakens the stakes of everything. The rest of the show you are backflipping ridding yourself of him. He jobs two major bad guys off the gate and every subsequent extensive fight with them feels like cleaning up his leftovers. Put him in a box, he's ruining the game balance. So absolutely broken. As a writer it makes your job so difficult, but it's also the entire point of him. "Hey I want to write the single most badass character of all time who can do the most insane shit but I will also engage with that", rock on king.

I think he's most interesting when understood as somebody who is fundamentally alien and removed from ordinary human thought processes. In his world there is absolutely nothing he cannot do, and the thought 'maybe I can't do something' just doesn't occur to him. He is capable of doing whatever he wants and of killing anybody who tries to stop him from doing what he wants. If he is not doing something, it is because he does not want to do it. If he wants to do something (kill all of his superiors) and he's not doing it, it's because he doesn't think it's the most effective route towards what he has decided to do. I think this informs the majority of his actions (and, importantly, what he doesn't do)(murder). I think he's reasoned out that you should have a general reason to do things, and it feels like sheer luck that he places value and meaning in human life, and as such you shouldn't kill them without a strong reason. Watching the flashback arc, if I hadn't seen a) JJK and b) Naruto and you asked me which shitty teen became a law abiding school teacher and which became a mass murderer I would have guessed the wrong ones.

Anyway, the way I like to think of him, he's a raging narcissist with a god complex to match. Horrifically, he's actually a good teacher, but he is also a teacher as an ego/'raising my child army' thing. He would be the kind of mother who is a good mother but lowkey had kids also as an ego/unconditional love/lots of attention/'surely my child will worship me' thing. Gets randomly into new hobbies, obsesses over them, gorges himself on the novelty factor, before dropping them in a week once he gets too good at them. Rinse and repeat. The only hobby that does not eventually grow boring is annoying people, so it's his only hobby. Geto told him age 15 that he'll never have any friends if he keeps on casually reminding people that they live on his sufferance, so he developed another back-up hobby more conducive for friendship of helping people forget that they live on his sufferance. This has convinced him that he's a god of subterfuge, intrigue, and trickery. Does eat women out, but is convinced that this makes him God's gift to women, and is actually pretty terrible in bed because his partner's desires never even occur to him. Is convinced he's as good at sex as he is everything else. Sex is actually the one thing he's bad at, but he's not ready to hear that.

In S1 he overall left me with the general impression that his entire idea of how high school worked was sourced from anime, and as such decided that being a teacher involved nothing but field trips, sports games, beach episodes, sports festivals, etc. Did not know how the classroom component worked so he skips it. Jossed, but also left me convinced that it would be very funny if he was an immortal 150-whatever years old and had founded the high school himself out of, you guessed it, an ego thing, and never once properly learned how high schools worked and just arbitrarily made his own aging students the new principals so he could continue engaging in training the kids who are too Misfit (TM) to get apprenticeships and living his fun slice of life anime life and raising a child army of kids who will worship him any day now. Annnyyyy day now. Any day now.

[twisted-wonderland-but-gayer]

A Well Deserved Grudge

Summary: You still hate them after their overblot

Notes: GN Yuu. Some based off some stuff from the light novel. Yuu is pretty evil in Jamils. General edginess that comes with angst

Based on this old post abt Yuu with scars

Riddle Rosehearts

A familiar click of heels has you on edge. As they approach you turn around to face him, messing with some of the bandages around your neck from your last encounter. There stood Riddle, his confident stance dropping the second he meets your eyes. 

His usual piercing gaze filled with anxiety as the words he so wanted to say— needed to say— died on his tongue. He's such a coward without a rule book. He's even more cowardly under your scrutiny.

"What?” You deadpan at him and Riddle swallows, looking at the bandages on your neck and arms. He then looks at your face, covered in a few scratches from rose bushes.

“... I… am here to… ” His voice shook toward the end and he took a breath to steady himself. “I'm sorry Yuu. I didn't mean to hurt you.”

You merely raised a brow and fully turned to him. Riddle could see the gash along your neck that peeked through some of the bandages. A grim reminder on how his magic failed during his overblot. The expression you had on your face as the collar around your neck continued to tighten and cut into you haunts him.

“You’re apologizing?” A flicker of determination flashes in Riddle's eyes as he nods. 

“Yes. I know it's not enough but… I'm sorry.” The dullness of your eyes reminds the dormleader that this was far from enough to smooth things over.

“I do not forgive you.” He should have expected that, yet he winces still. What is he supposed to do in this scenario? What else does he say? There is no rule, no guide to what he has done. Deuce and Ace said that he needs to make things right, but how?

“... I understand. If there's anything I can do to earn your forgiveness, please–”

“I don't think there's anything you could do that makes this okay.” Your voice is dull as you pull at the bandages on your neck. “Shouldn't you be in the headmage's office fighting your expulsion?”

It was true. Crowley was to judge whether or not he was to be expelled for his actions. It scared him. “I… I am but–”

“Then go. We both know you won't be kicked out– Crowley doesn't have a backbone and your bitch of a mother will make sure you stay in. You want to ‘earn’ my forgiveness? Stay the hell away from me.” 

Riddle grits his teeth and closes his fist tighter. Emotions of all kinds surge through him. He's confused, he's guilty, he's angry, he's lost. 

Most of all, he's scared. Scared of your gaze, scared of how you hold yourself. Your eyes remind him so much of the ones above him he tries to please and they're boring into him with such disapproval.

“I don't want to see you around, get your shitty tantrums in check. Just because you lose your head doesn't mean others have to. Just go.”

By now you've turned away and started walking off. Riddle could only watch, unable to find the strength to move or say anything. It was probably for the better. He needs to go to the Headmage.

Jamil Viper

He hates this feeling. You have forgiven him, though and through, water under the bridge and he hates it. He hates how you shrug it off. He hates that you don't hate him. He hates this guilt.

He mind controlled you. You. A magicless and defenseless human who was already helping him. You who are in a position so similar to his. You who had no way to fight back. He kidnapped you, keeping you in Scarabia for days regardless of your own plans. If it weren't for your dorm ghosts feeding the fire fairies, Crowley would have cut off your food for the week.

Then he tried to kill you, and had the audacity to be angry at you for it. To add even more salt into the wound you were so kind with him afterwards. You didn’t seem to take it seriously. Take him seriously. Your attitude reminds him so much of Kalim which makes this even worse.

He hates your smile. He hates your attitude. He hates the way you have to walk because of your injuries. He hates seeing glimpses of the wounds on your abdomen from him.

Yet another reminder of his failures. How he hates someone that's not entirely to blame. How he hates someone that's overly nice. He avoids your gaze so often he doesn't notice the glints of satisfaction within it.

Vil Schoenheit

He could only stare at the prefect within the mirror. Their gaze so fixated on themselves and their new appearance they paid no mind to the hospital bed they should be laying in. He wants to lecture them to sit, lay back down and to stop sitting up, but he's sure they would break down if he did.

Blackened veins run along your body, your skin reddened and inflamed in random areas. Even with all the magical remedies the doctors have given you, the black tar like substance runs through you still. “Good going Vil. Really fucked that one up huh?” 

Vil’s eyes met yours in the mirror, he could see your face steel itself before you turned to him. Your eyes stood out against the inky scrawls of venom coursing through you. They were so cold, so angry.

“... I know this is something I may never be able to amend…” Vil starts, taking a breath. Fuck. Years of acting and hard work are lost on him. It is hard to keep strong when seeing how badly your own childishness, your own selfishness hurt someone this badly.

“I want to apologize. I know this is far from enough. I plan to not only cover any costs that may occur in your recovery, but to also offer my support in any way I can during your recovery.” 

Your gaze only hardens. "Bare minimum I guess…” You sniffle a bit as words slur. It was clear you were still inebriated. You weren't going to be the most logical right now, but that's fine. He will say this apology a million times over if it would make it right.

“... If there is anything you need..."

“Go away.” You sniffle again, wiping away tears. “Just leave.” Vil swallows and shuts his eyes for a moment. “I understand.” 

As he turns to leave the drugs in your system really start to kick in. “You… You really are a villain.” The words come out crude and harsh, no doubt you are speaking to hurt him. Yet as you turned away he could see your face in the mirror.

Scared. You were scared of him. You were scared and truly believed in what you were saying. And you weren't wrong. He is a villian.

Malleus Draconia

A mighty dragon places his glass heart in the hands of a human without their knowledge, and is enraged when the human breaks it. Except here Malleus broke it himself to protect himself from the possibility of the human hurting him first. Now he holds the shards of what's left and sees them stained not by his blood, but by yours.

A position he put onto you, his only friend. He does not even know if he has the right to call you that anymore. Not after his little stunt. Children of men do not deserve to be locked away in the dark, no matter how beautiful you were in it. They were to be free. Even if it hurt him. You and him could have been free together.

He looks at your expression. It still holds no fear, no anxiety, just as foolishly brave you were when he first met you. Instead it holds disappointment. Such a pathetic emotion that he would smite off anyone else if it wasn't you. 

“... You're really selfish, you know that?” You mutter and look away from him, as if not wanting to believe the words coming out of your own mouth. “Were we really friends or was I just some doll to you? Some obsession?”

A sniffle. “I wanted to be your friend…” Malleus hasn't the words to respond. He can only open his mouth then close it. “I know. I'm sorry. You made me so happy I wanted you all to myself. It's not an excuse, but when I thought I would be losing you, it was too much for me. I made… A very rash decision.”

There's silence. More deafening than the silence at his birthday parties growing up. “Is there any possibility you could forgive me?” It was a daring question, one he was afraid to know the answer to. 

“... I don't know, Tsuno. I think… I think I need some time to think about it.” You turn away from him and his heart sinks, the pet name does nothing to soothe his nerves.

He remembers all the times he's told you how his kind are born cruel and you would tell him that his actions have shown just how kind he could be. That him learning to be nice and overcoming his nature is more meaningful than anyone who was born that way. 

And he ruined that. He may not be able to choose his nature but he can choose his actions. He chose to hurt you.

[lazyneonrabbitt]

One person asked you to and you said it was formatted automatically or something but you would try next time. Very just shrugging it off. Then you didn't try or the formatting didn't work on the next thing you posted. The context is people thought you were either bullshitting and the formatting excuse was a copout so you could keep clogging the tag, or you were telling the truth but just didn't care to check. That's why people didn't come to you. That's why people bitch on discord. They didn't see the point in speaking to you. That one person told you they had arthritis and your response was like who gives a fuck. You post a long post in the tags again.

The fact you had to go back and format all your fic could be construed as very telling. Maybe some people would accuse you of bullshitting. I've never heard of readmore being automatically applied. Long posts are not always cut off, but even then it's just courtesy to always manually apply readmore to long posts. Not every one does so as you know.

Maybe this is just a huge miscommunication thing. Whoever spoke to Murda was well intentioned but it was ill put. They should have spoken to you upfront even as it might have been a waste of time.

To the person worried about posting their writing, seriously, hold up a minute. When did it become about that. When did become about you, anon? Stop fishing for sympathy from a popular writer just to get attention. Nobody is bitching about fic where I am , it's about how it's presented in the tags. Nobody likes being confronted by a huge wall of text when browsing. We are only human and vent on discord. But we don't slag off the content of the fic. Because people don't use readmore we end up losing out on finding good writers and fic because the first impression is so so so bad.

Welcome, anon.

Long post, so readmore 🙃

First of all I do not "shrug off" the anons I get. If it sounded like that, it wasn't intentional.

And yes. 99% of the longer posts I see (me personally, in the app that I use on my samsung phone and iPad sometimes too) do have the app's "see more" button on longer posts.

I do, not joking in the slightest, forget. I forget half of the things I'm supposed to do in life because I have the worst memory ever and it bothers me in my daily life. At work, everywhere. (Not fishing for shit, just stating) and wtf I shouldn't even have to defend myself like this but here we are.

Also why would I clog tags?? I block people who's content I don't wanna see in tags or who spamtag. Wanna see my blocked tags and users? I'll post them for you.

"Maybe this is just a huge miscommunication thing." Please read rhe above statements.

I'm not adressing that anon further. It's not my place.

"Because the first impression is so so bad." Is one I can't wrap my head around. I scroll the tag casually and find cute fluff. I see angst and mayor character death, hell I've seen Dixon insest fics (Not hating, if the writing is good I applaud you for your works) so, where is the "bad first impression" coming from? My posts are not that frequent nor popular to be always at the top of the searches.

I'm running out of words.

[ezilyamuzed]

There’s no place like home- part 19

Summary: The reader has had a unique gift all her life. While considering it a curse, she discovers the identity of her real father after her mothers passing. Journeying towards her new life, she finds herself thrown within the Winchester’s world. Is it her destiny?

Setting: End of season 13. This takes place in the midst of episode 21. Flashbacks are italicized.

Warnings: Language. Angst. Sooo much Fluff.... some implied sexy time (nudity & kissing). Death. Blood. Self harm (I guess cutting yourself for a blood spell would be?)

A/N:Second to last chapter. I’m finally ready to say goodbye to it. Things have unraveled more and more, so I hope you’ve been paying attention. I wrote this while watching episode 21 at least 6 times. Reworking it had to happen, but I think I did the original script justice. Let me know what you think!

 Any grammatical mistakes are all my own, because I am human. Remember all comments and feedback are welcomed! If you want a tag in future posts regarding this series or other writings please send an ask! As always thank you for reading! Enjoy! 

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”Slow down Andretti, ” you heard Dean chuckle out. ”There’s a clearing up on the left.”

You took your foot slowly off the gas as you stuck out your tongue to him. You turned your head back and saw the clearing, braking to turn into it carefully.

“And here we are.”

”Middle of the woods?” you looked around from over the wheel. ”Now's the time you plan to kill me huh?”

”I mean, our first night together we did dump a body in the woods, ” he smirked.

You almost spoke up about that not being the first time but stopped yourself. You were unsure if Dean even remembered the night he had been your protector all those years ago or if a certain someone happened to have taken those memories away from him too. Better to leave it alone; keep the good memories...well, mostly good.

“Come on, ” he said with the creak of the opening door.

You followed his lead, walking up to him holding out his hand for yours. It was dark, but the night sky made it easy enough to see with the millions of stars above. After a few minutes he led you to a small pond, the moon shimmering in it's ripples.

” It's beautiful here, ” you smiled over to him.

”Thought you'd like it, ” he smiled back, his light glowing brightly with the moon. “It's no pool, but I'll have you know that this is private property, so we shouldn't be here.”

”Taking a risk there Winchester?”

”Yeah well someone told me I should. And then they called me an old man, ” the side of his lip curling up.

”You are, ” you giggled back as you dropped your hand from his and walked towards it, discarding clothing as you drew closer to the edge.

”What are you doing?” you could hear the laugh in his voice.

”Living Dean. You should try it, ” you said as you looked over your shoulder to him as you shimmied off your underpants. “Come on. Old man.”

“I’m the same age as you smart ass!”

The water was chilly, but not much. With the warm summer air, it was refreshing. Could have made do without all the random fish and gunk surrounding your feet, but the sight of Dean standing there on the edge with a smile was all you needed.

”Not going to join?” You called out.

”I like the sight from here, ” he replied.

”It's better up close, ” you teased while splashing the water around you.

You watched him as he undressed, his eyes never really leaving yours but for a moment to look around before his boxers came off. He walked in slowly, making faces as the water continued to reach higher up his thighs.

”Just jump right in!”

He rolled his eyes comically before diving headfirst into the almost still water, causing a huge splash. You watched and waited for him to surface, but it was taking a long time. Too long.

”Dean?” you called out, as you circled around. ”Dean!”

”Right here Doc, ” his voice stated behind you, making you turn around swiftly.

”You worried me there, ” you sighed in relief.

”I’m a really good swimmer, ” he smirked back. ”This is the first time in a long time that I've gotten to do this without clothes though.”

”Oh really?”

”Yes really, ” he moved in closer to you, making waves with his hands. ”It's a little freeing. Normally I'm pushed in by a really hot chick, one that I can't stop thinking about kissing.”

”Sounds like a real bitch, ” you smirked, remembering the night at the hotel pool, how you pushed him in because you didn't want him to kiss you. A plan that failed miserably later.

”She can be.” he gave a shrug. ”Ah, but when she smiles the whole world stops and I can't believe that a smile like that is for a grunt like me.”

”Maybe it's not, ” you teased as you pushed yourself to be almost flesh with him. Looking up to him, you began to rub your hand down his arm. ”Maybe it's because she can't believe that she's so lucky to have such an amazing man want to see her smile.”

Dean leaned his head into yours, kissing your lips gently. You pulled away with a smile planted on your face. Everything about this moment was perfect. You could almost forget everything that was waiting for you back at the bunker.

”Dean?”

”Yeah?”

”What if things go wrong? What if- if it doesn't work or you don't come back?”

” Let's not think about that, ” he started as he leaned into you again, leaving light kisses along your neck to your ear.

”Hard not to think about it, ” you pulled away again. ”Can we be serious for a moment?”

”Fate wanted us together right?” he sighed, earning a nod from you. ”So it will work. I'll be back, safe, and sound. Can't run from fate.”

”I wish I was as hopeful as you, ” you sighed out. ”I'm just worried, that's all. And this- this almost seems like you're saying goodbye.”

”I can't hide anything from you huh?” he chuckled softly. ”I won't lie. I'm worried too. I wanted to make what could be the last night together special.”

”Dean-, ” you softly spoke.

”Hey, I don't want any boohoo moments, ” he cut you off. ”I know the risks but I know what the prize is too. My family, everyone including you, all together again.”

You looked up to his eyes with the moon gleaming in them. Those damn eyes. So full of hope, courage, and bravery. You envied him at that moment. This was a first for you; the feeling of powerlessness. Just what you had been afraid of in getting too close to someone, but he was right. Everything was worth it because you wouldn't trade the way he looked at you for the world.

You leaned into him and laid your lips on his. His own welcoming you as his arms wrapped around your body. The two of you became one in the water as the ripples of your movement steadily caught in the night sky. A moment, you were never going to forget.

”I love you Y/N, ” he managed to breathe out.

You moved and looked up to him, waiting for you to say it in return.

”I love you too Dean.”

The two of you made it back towards your discarded clothing along the ground. Taking your time to dry a little, you got them back on, hoping that the night could go on forever.

”We should get back, ” Dean stated as he pulled his shirt down over his head.

”Not yet, ” you replied as you placed your warm hoodie back on. ”How about something to eat? I'm starving.”

”A woman after my own heart.”

At such a late time of night, the only thing that was open was fast food. But that was alright. You'd eat gruel if it meant a few more minutes before you had to go back. A few more minutes to forget what awaited the two of you.

Sitting in the car with the radio playing and tearing into your burger your mind kept going back to all your worries. You didn’t want to ruin the moment of peace, but you knew your mind would not stop until you had some sort of answers. Anything to make you feel some relief that he was not walking to his doom.

”What's it like over there?”

”Where?” Dean replied with his mouth full.

”You know where, ” you chuckled as you dropped down your burger. ”How bad is it?”

He reached over to take a sip of his pop from the straw. Either you clear his throat from the half a cow he just demolished or to give him a second to ignore your question. His light started to shift, so you guessed the latter.

”So?”

”It's bad. Real bad. Unicorns that fart glitter and fairies as beautiful as the sun. Its random orgies bad, ” he smirked.

”Be serious, ” you rolled your eyes.

” It's dead, ” he sighed out after a pregnant pause. ”Everything. It's like a wasteland of nothing. Nothing but angels and monsters preying on the few humans left fighting.”

”What if-” you let out a deep breath. ”What if you can't find them?”

”Then I'll come back and keep trying.”

”And Michael?”

”What about him?”

”You're his true vessel. What if he sees you and won't let you go until you say yes?”

”I would never do that, ” he reassured you. ”I have too much waiting for me here.”

”You have done that though, ” you replied. ”I read the books. You did try to say yes, but Adam had already taken your place.”

”That was for Sammy, ” he shook his head. ”That was different.”

”It could- it could happen again.”

”Are you having some sort of premonition or something? What's with the doomsday worries?”

”Death, ” you sighed out. ”She's been warning me about you. About being near you. She even offered to show me my death.”

”And?”

”And I didn't want to know, ” you replied. ”But I have a bad feeling Dean.”

”Hey, stop it, ” he smiled sweetly. ”Aren't you supposed to be the level headed one? Come on Doc. I've survived worse.”

”Just being a realist, ” you turned your head away from him.

”I know. That's what I love about you. But seriously, you freaking out has me scared.”

”Sorry, ” you mumbled under your breath.

”I don't know how long it will take, but I’ll be back. With everyone, if they'll come. Mom, Jack, Charlie, and Bobby.”

”Bobby?” your head snapped towards him. ”Not…?”

”He’s not our Bobby, your dad. But yeah, there’s one from that world and I gotta say, he's just like him. Stubborn and one hell of a fighter.”

”Do you think, ” you paused for a moment. ”Do you think that there is another me? His daughter?”

”Didn't get a chance to ask, ” he replied. ”Even if there was, I doubt that she’d be anything like you. There's no one like you and I'm not even talking about the whole magical gifts stuff. You're one of a kind.”

”I love how you get all sappy there Dean, ” you giggled a bit.

”I'm just a regular Cassanova, ” he smirked.

“For better or worse, this is happening though.”

“Yup.”

“Then what? What do we do? I mean Lucifer will be tied up with us, it won’t hold him forever.”

“True.”

“And Jack. I know you said that you trust the kid, but what if...what if he does go rogue? Turns out like his dad?”

“We’ll take care of it Y/N,” he promised. “I’ll take care of it. Whatever means necessary.”

“I hate all these unknowns,” you rolled your eyes. “I’m so used to having everything all played out. Not worrying about anything really. Things are different now. I’m not alone in it, and it’s scary.”

“Do you trust me?”

You rolled your eyes over to him, giggling a little at his statement while thinking of the cartoon Aladdin saying the same thing when he was lying off his ass to Jasmine. You hoped to god that Dean wasn’t though.

“I do.”

“Good,” he gave a firm nod before smiling. “Because once this is all over. I’m taking you out on a real date.”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, dinner, movie. Whatever you want.”

“Sounds boring,” you playfully smiled.

“Okay then,” chuckled a bit. “Road trip. Find a haunted bourse or something and hunt down a ghost.”

“That does sound fun,” you laughed.

“That’s my girl.”

________

Sam tossed and turned in his bed the whole night. His attempt to sleep was becoming futile. All he could think about was Lucifer, standing there with a grim smile taunting him.

How the hell was he going to face him? He wanted him dead, but he needed him. A sickness rose up his throat to that realization. He needed Lucifer; his tormentor.

Sam walked out to the library, Rowena sitting all alone with her nose stuck in one of the spellbooks.

”Can't sleep there Samuel?” she looked up to him. ”I can give you something for that.”

”No thanks, ” he shook his head. He couldn't risk taking something that would distract him from what was to happen next. ”Where’s-”

”They are in the kitchen, ” she interjected. ”Having some sort of family meeting.”

Sam walked towards the kitchen, the pit in his stomach not going away.

”Your plan was ludicrous, ” Cas was stating to Gabriel. ”How could you do that to her?”

”And do what else? Hmm Cassie? Let her be used as Michael or Lucifer’s plaything? No thanks, ” Gabriel stopped himself as soon as he saw Sam enter. ”Hey there slugger. Couldn't sleep?”

”No, ” Sam replied sharply. ”Are you talking about Y/N?”

”No.”

”Yes, ” Cas darted his eyes to Gabriel.

”Fine, yes, ” he rolled his eyes. ”Cas doesn't like that I kept her a secret.”

”We could have used her to get rid of Lucifer once and for all!” Cas glared hard at his older brother. ”This could have ended years ago.”

”Cas, ” Sam breathed out with a disappointed sigh. ”How could you think of using Y/N like that? Giving her up to Michael?”

”Not Michael, him, ” Cas glared at Gabriel. ”He could have trained her properly and stopped them both.”

”I'm a lover, not a fight there Cassidy, ” Gabriel smirked. ”Plus, I'm not her type. It was the Winchester’s that she was destined for, not the archangels. No matter which way you look at it, she belongs next to one of them.”

”Where is Y/N and Dean anyway, ” Sam spoke up, looking around the room. He felt uncomfortable that there was a discussion of Y/N’s destiny without her present.

”She left with Dean.”

”Probably getting in their last chance of nookie before all hell comes home, ” Gabriel stated nonchalantly. ”Not a bad idea if I do say myself. Maybe that is what you need, Cas. You need to be laid.”

”I do not require coitus, ” Cas glared.

”Don't knock it until you try it, little brother, ” Gabriel smirked. ”After this is done, maybe we should take a trip somewhere warm. I know a bunch of friendly porn stars.”

”Sam?” Sam turned his head to Dean with Y/N draped under his arm. ”Everything good here?”

”Yes, ” he lied, trying to avoid Y/N’s glare.

”Liar, ” she spoke up. ”What now?”

”Old Cassie wants you to take down Lucifer, ” Gabriel chimed in.

Cas’ eyes widened to Y/N, almost like he feared what her response would be.

”You think I could Gabe?” she asked, almost like she had been wondering the same.

”Possible, ” he shrugged. ”You pack one hell of a punch there kid. You've gotten me a few times.As long as he isn't joyriding Sam, it could happen.”

”Joyriding Sam?” she glanced over to Sam, the bile was rising in his throat again.

”Winchesters are your weakness my dear, ” Gabriel gave her a funny look. ”I thought you would have figured that out by now?”

Everyone’s eyes shifted around the room. Sam watched Y/N stood there in confusion. Gabriel let out an audible sigh as he reached over for a kitchen knife.

”Let me see your hand, ” he motioned to her.

”You're crazy, ” Dean barked, moving in front of her. ”You're not hurting her.”

”Relax Romeo. I'm just showing you why I've kept Y/N away. Why during the big battle royale, she couldn't be anywhere near. Not without dying at least.”

Sam watched as she placed her hand gingerly on Dean’s back to move him out of the way. She held up her hand as Gabriel took it in his. With a brief hesitation, he slid the blade across her palm nickingit just enough for blood to slowly drip from the wound.

”What’s that going to prove?” Dean growled.

”Give it a second.”

Everyone watched as the cut closed itself off. Within seconds it was perfectly healed with no trace that it had been there.

”Deeper ones tend to leave scars, ” Gabriel confessed. ”She is human after all.”

”So she can heal quickly? What's the point?” Dean snarked.

”Your turn big boy, ” Gabriel handed him the knife. ”Don't cut too deep. Do the same as I did.”

Dean took it from him with hesitation. Sam watched as he hovered the knife over Y/N’s palm. She looked as though her breath had stopped until it glided over her hand. There was blood, slowly trickling, not stopping. Over a minute had passed and no change.

”Cas, ” Gabe bumped into his arm. ”Heal her would you?”

Cas didn't hesitate to use his grace to heal her wound. Sam along with everyone's eyes turned toward Gabriel.

”Sam can try too, but I think I've made my point. You can heal from almost any type of wound, human and otherwise pretty rapidly. If Michael or Lucifer were to be in their true vessels, you would have been dead, kid, ” Gabriel looked to Y/N. ”But I think you already knew that.”

”I didn't know how bad it was, ” she wiped the blood off with a towel. ”I just knew things were different.”

”So the other day when we fought…” Dean started with a look of guilt.

”It hurt like a bitch, ” she smiled. ”But that wasn't the first time I suspected something.”

”Rough sex?” Gabe wiggled his eyebrows causing Y/N to give him a hard look before sheepishly shifting her eyes to Dean.

”I-I didn't know I had hurt you, ” He quietly admitted in a whisper that only you could hear.

”It's fine, ” she smiled at him, laying a hand on his shoulder. ”Now we know why, which is great news.”

”How is any of this great news?” Cas raised his brow.

”Because as long as Sam doesn't go crazy and say yes, then I'm safe. I can hold back Lucifer until we are done with him, ” she looked over to Sam who was gazing at the ground. ”And then, we will kill him. Make him pay for the damage he has caused. Once and for all.”

____

“Has Rowena and Gabriel tracked him yet?” You asked Dean who was busy packing his bag filled with various weapons for the trip.

“I guess so,” he stated while holding a darkened glass bottle.

“Holy water?”

“Holy oil,” he responded. “Arch angels hate it.”

“Good to know.”

“Just have to be prepared for anything,” he sighed as he put it in the bag. “We don’t know what is happening over there right now.”

“Well you should take this too,” you lifted an angel blade up. “Just in case.”

“Yeah,” he nodded as he grabbed it from you.

You watched as his light shifted more and more as the time went by. Anger? Fear? Doubt? It was all so hard to tell.

“You alright there?”

“I’m fine,” he smiled back a tight lipped smile. “I just want to get this over with.

“Well let’s go see what they’re doing,” you held out your hand to his.

He placed his own hand in yours as the two of you walked out. Sam and Cas were just outside the hall talking to one another.

“You ready?” Sam looked to Dean.

“Are you ready?” Dean lifted his brows to Sam with caution in his voice.

At that moment you heard a muffled sound, coming from the library. It sounded like someone was dying. You had asked what that was, to which no one knew an answer. The four of you walked out to the library only to see Gabriel and Rowena in a position no one should ever see.

“I’m going to be sick,” you grimaced.

“Hey, so, um yeah. You ready?” Gabriel smiled as he put on his pants.

“Seriously?” You snarked. “You couldn’t wait or go to the bedroom?”

“All of you were taking so long,” he tried to justify his actions. “Plus, you can't stop this kitten.”

“Gross.”

“Let’s go,” Dean commanded as he rolled his eyes.

“Hey,” you placed your hand on his chest. “Be safe okay?”

He leaned in to give you a warm, soft kiss. As he pulled away he told you that they would be right back. You knew they would, but the shutter of doom still rolled off your body because you knew who they’d be back with.

____

“Okay, so the plan one more time- Sam. Hey, Sam.”

Sam shook himself out of his thoughts as he looked over to Dean giving him a furrowed look.

“You good?“

“Yeah,” he lied. His stomach was in knots. He wanted to vomit everywhere just thinking of what was happening next.

As his brother continued on with the plan, he kept his head nodding in agreement to it. What choice did he have? This was it. No options. He just kept hoping that Y/N was right that at the end of it, someway, somehow, Lucifer was going to be gone once and for all.

_____

You did your best to set up everything that was needed as you waited for them. Laying out all the ingredients Rowena had instructed in a meticulous order, you looked back at it with a smile. If you couldn’t go with them to the dark unknown, this was at least you could do.

You heard your phone chime with a message. Pulling it out of your pocket you sat down as the message laid across the screen.

haven’t seen you in the office lately. Hope your boy toy isn’t doing anything stupid. ~Nat.

You rolled your eyes to her message. The IT demon who apparently wanted, or more expected you to check in. Your fingers glided across the screen, sending your message back.

Busy with lecture prep. Figured it would be better for everyone if I just did it at home.

Only a moment after clicking send, another chime arrived. You breathed out deep as you looked at your phone again.

Lebanon is home now I see. Don’t forget your deal.

I haven’t.

You dropped your phone down to the table as you decided that maybe you could do more prep for your classes. It was busy work, but that was what you needed as your nerves tensed up. They had been gone a while. They should be back soon.

After a couple edits and getting lost going through old YouTube videos you heard your phone chim again. You sighed out in annoyance, thinking that she wasn’t just leaving you alone, but your heart stopped as you saw the message.

We have him. Is everything ready? ~ Sam

All set.

We will be there in 10. ~Sam

For a moment you had forgotten to breathe. You had to remind yourself to exhale and inhale again. This was it. They were going to go over there for sure.

A little after 10 minutes you watched as Dean and Sam dragged a blonde man in. He had Piercing blue eyes that penetrated your soul, his light was as bright as Gabriel’s, but yet filled with so much darkness.

“Lucifer,” the words escaped your lips in a whisper.

“Ready?” Dean asked Rowena as she quickly put together the ingredients of the spell.

“Almost,” she stated.

You didn’t move. You couldn’t even make yourself move. His mouth was gagged, but his eyes spoke a million words as he stared at you.

“You good?” You heard Sam ask as he carried his and Dean’s bags into the room from behind you.

“Yeah,” you muttered out, looking at him. He was scared. They all were. Not one glimmer of hope amongst them. This was wrong. Something wrong was going to happen.

“Here,” Sam handed you an angel blade. “You may need this.”

“Thanks,” you responded as you grabbed it.

“It’s ready,” Rowena spoke, her words sounding more like the call of doom than anything.

You watched as they all walked over to the center of the room. Dean slung his back back on his shoulder as Sam fastened his own.

“Hey,” you called out, making them turn to you. “Give them hell and come back alive,” you said with as much confidence as you could muster.

They all nodded to you as they turned back around, Dean giving you a slight smile before. Rowena moved to Lucifer, slicing his throat open with her blade. You watched as his grace trickled down into the gauntlet. With a few words a bright portal opened in front of your eyes. They didn’t hesitate. One by one they all walked through leaving you alone now with not only a witch, but the devil himself.

______

“So why didn’t you say goodbye?” Sam looked over to his brother, awaiting his response as they trudged through the dirt path, on their way to the survivor camp.

“Because it isn’t goodbye Sam,” Dean continued to look forward as he walked. “I’ll see her again soon.”

“You don’t have to act like such a tough guy Dean,” Sam shook his head with a smirk. “It’s alright to like her and act like it.”

“Shut up,” Dean stifled his chuckle. “Bitch.”

“Jerk.”

“So how long do you suppose it will be until dark?” Dean turned his head to the sky.

“10, 12 hours by the way the sun looks. That is, if it’s like ours.”

“Here’s to hoping,” Dean fixed the bag on his shoulder again.

“So what do you think mom is going to say?” Sam spoke up again after a few minutes.

“About?”

“About us being here. About Y/N.”

“Well if she says anything but thank you, not going to lie I may be a little salty,” Dean glanced back to Cas and Grabiel talking amongst themselves and turned his head back to the road. “As for Y/N, I hope to god she doesn’t say anything crazy like we’re cousins.”

“We’ve had crazier stuff happen,” Sam chuckled lowly.

“Like what?” Dean gave him a scrunched up face.

“Anything involving a certain someone back there,” Sam motioned with his thumb behind him to Gabriel.

“Still hard to believe that he was behind a lot of this,” Dean gave another quick glance behind him. “Who would have thought, he actually cares about something other than himself.”

“Every day is a new surprise,” Sam shook his head. “That’s just our life, Dean. Never a dull moment. But what we do, we keep going. No stopping. Eventually, it all works out in the end.”

“Well just keep your head in the game there Sammy,” Dean’s gaze looked into the woods along the trail. “We’re in uncharted territory full of spooky shit and angels who are out to murder people just for breathing. Anything can happen and I don’t like surprises.”

_______

For the last three hours you prayed for silence. Lucifer was relentless in humming the muffled version of “it’s a small world.” You tried to just ignore him like your companion. She didn’t seem to mind, but with all that hair on her head, you wondered if she had placed ear plugs in when you weren’t looking.

“Fuck,” you rasped out. “I can’t take this.”

“You never had children did you dearie?” She looked up from her book with a smirk.

“Definitely not,” you glared at her. “How can you stand this?”

“In about an hour's time, I get to slit his throat once more for the spell to make sure it stays open,” she grinned. “That knowledge helps.”

“Well I need a fucking beer or something,” you groaned as you stood up. “Are you alright here for a minute?”

“I’m fine dear.”

You walked out to the kitchen, pulling out a beer from the fridge. After twisting off the cap, you leaned against the counter, lifting it to your mouth to take in a deep sip. It’s only been three hours. How the hell were you going to last more than a day?

You stood in silence, there was an echo in the halls of Lucifer now switching it up to the fucking song from Lamb chop, a kids show that you wished you could forget. The show always played whenever you had to go to see the doctor, only to realize later that it was a psychiatrist that your mother had sent you to for many years. No wonder you grew up interested in it. You spent so many of your years being analyzed, of course you would grow to analyze everyone else. That’s when it hit you. How would he know what the song would do to you? Could he read your thoughts? Fuck.

You walked back out and without thinking smacked him hard against his head.

“Shut up now or I’ll make you,” you warned.

He looked at you, the creases in his eyes turning to satisfaction. He had gotten under your skin. That’s what he wanted. Dammit Dean. Get back now so you could end this jerk.

_____

Dean’s heart was heavy. Sam. How could he have left him behind? How could he have let his brother down like that? Cas tried his best to console him, but it was no use. Sam was dead and there was no saving him.

“It’s not much further,” he heard his companions say.

He felt his feet grow heavy. He didn’t want to continue. He didn’t want to walk on. He was tired and defeated already. Without Sam, he was missing a piece of himself. A piece no one could ever replace. Cas must have seen what it was doing to him as he helped to guide Dean along with his hand on his back.

“We must continue,” he heard Cas speak.

Dean nodded as they walked on. Thinking of what Sam had said to him all those hours ago. ‘It’s what we do, we keep going. No stopping. Eventually, it all works out in the end.’ This was the end alright and Dean felt like he was walking it alone.

_____

“I have to use the loo,” Rowena stated as she stood up carefully from her seat. “Will you be alright?”

You had just arrived back in the room, after your mandatory power nap that was more of a lay awake and smelling Dean’s pillow session. You missed him more than you wanted to admit. Sixteen hours in. A million more to go. At least, that’s what it felt like until he would return. After giving her a nod, you sat down and watched the clock strike minute by minute, hoping that time could speed up.

You glanced over at Lucifer who was in the same position. At least he was kept at bay and the humming had stopped. You rubbed your hands across your face, attempting to wake yourself up more. It didn’t help. You were still stuck in this nightmare.

“I know what you are,” you heard a male voice say in an eerie tone that brought shivers down your spine.

You glanced up to see that Lucifer had managed to ungag himself. He was smirking at you, his eyes shining red for a moment.

“Shut up.”

“I didn’t know about you there Y/N,” he commented. “You seem like my type of girl. Made just for me.”

“I said shut it!” You yelled again.

“How does it feel knowing what you are?” He continued. “Knowing what you are meant to become?”

“I swear if you don’t-“

“Shut up?” He raised his brow with his smirk rising. “I don’t think you really want me to. I think you’d rather hear about dear old grandpa and grandma. How were they chosen?”

“I already know dickwad,” you seethed. “Your pet, Abaddon.”

“They had strong blood coursing through them. Direct descendents from Cain himself. Now he knew how to make a deal.”

“Now you’re turning biblical? What’s next? You going to tell me that I’m related to Jesus or some shit?”

“Jesus was a carpenter,” he replied. “You come from a strong line of warriors. Ones that have always benefited my family.”

“Great and your point?” You snarked back.

“You were meant for so much more than playing babysitter. Just look at you. No wonder my brother kept you hidden from me. You're a beautiful creature, capable of tearing down God himself.”

“If I’m that powerful, you should probably try not to piss me off then,” you glared at him hard. “A body holds 1 ½ gallons of blood. I’m sure that’s around the same amount of grace you have in there. Don’t think that I won’t drain you so we can toss you back to the pit where you belong.”

“Is that a promise?” His eyes twinkled as he looked at you.

“You’re trying to distract me,” you realized. “Find out what makes me tick. It’s not going to work. You aren’t going anywhere. And when this is done, I will kill you myself.”

“Why would you want to do that when I can give you what you want?”

“And what do I want?” You sighed out in annoyance.

“You’re family back,” he simply replied.

“I have all the family I need,” you shook your head, your brows scrunching down. “I have Dean, Sam...”

“Your mother?” His words made your heart skip. “I can see what you truly want. Dear old mommy back, along with your father. Both of them. The one you knew and the one you never had a chance to meet. I can bring them all back.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not just some regular Joe angel,” he quipped. “I can do things that you couldn’t even imagine, including bringing back people from the deepest parts of heaven or hell.”

You felt a knot growing in your stomach. Could he really do that? Could he bring them back? How? Gabriel never told you an archangel could do that, but then of course, why would he? What is dead should stay dead. But your mom and your dad, what you wouldn’t give to feel their arms wrapped around you again. And Bobby, the man you never knew. To be able to talk to him, tell him all about yourself and learn who he was truly beyond the stories of everyone’s memory. You started to contemplate what Lucifer was suggesting. No. You couldn’t. It’s not right.

“Is everything alright in here?” Rowena’s voice shook you out of your thoughts.

“Fine”, you replied quickly, standing up at the same time. “I need to go for a run for a bit. Get some things. Will you be alright?”

“Yes,” she stated, looking at Lucifer with suspicion. “It’s about time again for another cut.”

You didn’t bother to respond as you collected your things and made your way to Dean’s room to grab your keys. You needed fresh air. You needed to leave here. It was the only way to get it off of your mind.

Sliding into your car you laid your head back in the seat. Tears followed through your eyes almost in an instance as the door shut. Dammit. This was too much. They were taking too long. Why weren’t they back yet?

You brought your baby to life and pulled out of the garage. The wind whipping through your hair as you drive along, the radio playing a familiar tune. Home. This felt like home again. Away from the chaos and turmoil. The road, your baby, and you. No place like it.

______

“You know without my brother at full strength, your boys won’t stand a chance against Michael.”

Rowena let out an annoyed sigh to Lucifer’s continuous warnings.

“I mean, I’ve been over there. It’s not very pleasant. And Michael, this world's Michael, was nothing compared to that one. He’s ruthless. He makes me look like a Boy Scout.”

Rowena continued to ignore him, but he didn’t give up. She glanced at the clock. It had only been about five minutes since Y/N had left. Poor dear. She had heard what Lucifer was promising her. She knew how much it hurt to lose someone that was a part of you. Only weeks ago she had tried herself to regain her son, a task that had failed miserably.

“But who am I to say what will happen, ya know?” He continued. “It’s not like I’m an expert on killing powerful creatures or anything. Like your son. He went down quick, like a slice of butter.”

“Attempting to bring up my son will do you no good,” she warned. “I’m not afraid of you. I know my death and it’s not by your hand.”

“Oh really?” He smirked. “Let me guess, plague? A little too much eye of newt in your cauldron?”

“Sam Winchester will be the one to end me,” you glared at him. “And you are no Sam Winchester. You only wish that you could be him.”

“You forget,” his smirk widened. “I was him once. He had said yes. And if given the right circumstances, he would say yes again. Your prophecy may be correct, but who’s to say that it will be Sam holding the cards?”

“You keep going on about all the power that you hold, but who was the one that was found lost and cowering away? No one wants you around, not even your son. You speak of my son as though he was weak, but who stood up to you? Hmm? Who stood to protect those he cares about even when he knew he would not win? You talk about power. Family is power. And that, my dear Lucifer is one thing you will never have. No one cares about you or will cry when you are gone.”

Lucifer’s eyes glowed intensely with red. In an instance he had managed to move from his spot and rush his hand across Rowena's throat, threatening her life. In a desperate act of survival she pushed him away, only for him to disappear in the rift.

“Bollocks,” she seethed as she grasped the edge of the table to stabilize herself. She looked over to the gauntlet, it still had grace inside of it. But how much longer would it last? Did she just send them all to their death?

“Bollocks.”

_____

You laid out on the hood of your car. You were in the same spot that Dean had taken you just the night before. You watched the sun go down slowly and the birds hide within the outstretched branches of the trees above you to nestle with their family. Why did it feel so awkward being alone again? This was what you were used to. Just you and your car, taking on the word mile by mile. Now it felt more like you were stranded, unknowing what the next day, hour, or minute might bring.

You picked up your phone, to check if there had been some sort of message sent. With a bare screen, you checked to see if you had reception. Full bars and not one new notification to be found. Was this going to be the rest of your life? Waiting around for someone to tell you that everything was okay? You sat it down besides you and rested your head down on the windshield with your arm hooked behind your neck. Whatever tomorrow brings, at least you got to watch the sunset one more time.

______

“We got to get out of here, now,” Dean growled as he darted his eyes to Lucifer standing in the distance. “Without him.”

“Dean,” Mary places her hand on his chest to soothe him. “He saved Sam and Michael is out there. We need him.”

“Mom’s right,” Sam breathed out heavy. “We can't piss him off now. We have to keep moving, but if Michael shows up, we are all dead.”

Dean growled lowly to the thought of Lucifer joining them. He had saved Sam, yes. But at what cost? What did he want?

“We will take care of him later Dean,” Sam whispered so only the three of them could hear. “Just like our plan. Y/N can help.”

“Y/N?” Mary’s brows squished together.

“Y/M/N’s daughter, mom,” Sam informed her. “She found us.”

“Y/M/N? Is she with her?” Her voice broke as she spoke.

“I’m sorry mom,” Dean shook his head. “She died while you’ve been here. Y/N, well, Y/N was looking for her father, Bobby.”

“Bobby Singer?” Mary asked softly.

“You knew?” Dean furrowed his eyes.

“We knew him growing up, but I didn’t know that was her father,” Mary sighed. “Y/M/N would never tell me who it was, just that it was something she had to keep a secret.”

“Why? Why keep her a secret? Especially from Bobby?”

“Because of her past and well…,” Mary’s eyes gazed over towards the alternate reality Bobby as she spoke. “Because Bobby, our Bobby had it bad as a kid. He swore he would never have any.”

“Yeah well he got a bouncing baby badass,” Dean let out a breathy chuckle.

“What do you mean?” Mary looked up to Dean.

“The family curse,” he glanced around to make sure no one was listening. “Y/N got it. She’s amazing, mom. She…”

“You love her don’t you?” Mary smirked.

“That’s to say the least,” Sam smiled and playfully shoved at his brother.

“Yeah, well let’s get moving,” Dean cleared his throat. “I’d like to get back to her. I don’t believe for one second Lucifer didn’t harm her. There was no way he got over here without a fight.”

“So what’s the plan?” Dean heard Cas from behind him, Jack in toe.

“Get the hell out of this world and go see my girl,” Dean stated as calmly as he could. Was Y/N alright? Did Lucifer tell the truth by saying that she was alright? Couldn’t be. If she wasn’t hurt, knowing her, she’d be right behind him trying to stop him. The thought made his stomach sick. Y/N alone in the apocalypse world, fighting against the evil that lurked. And Michael. If Michael found her he’d lose her for sure. No, they had to get moving. Time was running out.

“Hey Bobby, what can you tell me about that bus?”

______

“Rowena, I’m back, ” you shouted as you entered the library only to discover she was alone and panicking. ”What the hell?”

”He escaped, I tried to stop him-”

”The rift, it's going to close!” you shouted back as you ran to it. ”Dean, Sam. I have to go find them.”

”I need your help.”

”How?” you breathed out. ”What can I do.”

”Your blood seems to keep it moving, but not for long, ” your eyes furrowed to her. You caught a glimpse of the empty vial next to her. ”I need more.”

Without hesitation you grabbed at a knife besides her and cut your wrist open sideways, dripping it inside the gauntlet. The rift grew brighter.

”Where is he?” your voice trembled, fearing the worst.

”In there, ” her eyes moved to the rift. ”With them.”

”I have to warn them!” you went to move towards it but her shout stopped you in your tracks.

”Stop! They can't come back without you being here! I need you here to keep it open.”

”But Lucifer-”

”They will be fine. He just wants his son. They'll return, but I need you here, ” she warned you.

”Fuck!” you seethed. ”How long has it been?”

”About two hours.”

”If that rift starts to fade and this doesn't work I am going in, ” you shot her back a hard look.

” Let's pray that doesn't happen.”

_____

“We’re getting close now,” Dean stated to his comrades as his eyes scanned the area.

“Everyone needs to be ready,” Sam informed everyone as he readjusted the knife on his thigh.

“What-“ stammered a girl to his left. “What is on the other side?”

“Our home,” Sam replied with a comforting smile. “Our friend Y/N is there waiting for you. She will protect you. Just listen to her.”

“And him?” Bobby nodded to Lucifer driving the bus.

“Once everyone is through, I will take care of him,” Sam’s eyes stayed on him.

——-

Rowena was continuously reciting her spell as you sliced into your palm, allowing the blood to drip down into the gauntlet. The rift was open, but it was getting weaker.

“Hurry Dean,” you said to yourself before turning to Rowena. “It’s not working! I have to go in.”

“Just wait!” She shouted back before continuing.

The seconds that passed seemed like hours until you watched as a person walked through, and then another. None of them being Dean or Sam. As the people continued crossing over you got up from your seat, frantic to know why they weren’t leading everyone in. It wasn’t until you saw a familiar, yet frightened, face that you knew something had to be going on.

“Mary,” you shouted to her attention. “Where are they?”

“Michael,” she gasped. “He’s there-“

You didn’t even let her finish her sentence before you sliced open your hand deeper for more blood to drop down to then quickly turn to the rift.

“I have to get them,” was all you said before you heard the cries to stop. It was too late though, you already crossed over.

The light, the sun trying to illuminate the grey sky blurred your vision as your feet hit the dead ground below you. There were people continuing to push past you to the rift. You stood tall calling out for Dean.

“Dean!”

“Y/N!” He yelled back as he rushed over to you.

“Get her out of here!” Gabriel yelled back with a look of pure fear. The look in his eyes was not one you had ever seen as the bright light approached him with a menacing grin. Michael.

“Go!” Dean yelled at you again, trying to push you to the rift.

“Not without everyone!” you snapped back, attempting to push your way past him. In the midst of your struggle you saw it; Michael stabbing Gabriel with his blade. The light leaving him forever.

“No!”

“Go!” Dean yelled again, pushing you back into the rift with full force. Your strength was no match at the moment for him. Dean had successfully pushed you back to the bunker amongst all the people running for their lives.

“Dean!” You called out as you scrambled to your feet.

A step away from the rift and you felt someone pulling back on your shoulder to stay. Looking back you saw blue eyes on an aging man’s face, desperately begging you to stay. A face you had only seen in pictures. The face of the man you had so desperately wanted to meet. The reason for all of this.

“Let me go Bobby!”

“No!” He barked as he continued to hold you. “Just wait!”

You listened to him. You don’t know why but you did. Tears flowing down as you watched lights enter one by one. Ketch. Cas. Charlie. You didn’t even realize you stopped breathing until you saw Dean’s light enter.

“Dean!” You pushed through to him, wrapping your arms around him tightly, smelling the musk of sweat, dirt, and blood.

“I told you I’d be back,” he responded as he held you closely.

“Where’s Sam?” You asked as you pulled away.

“Handling things,” he said as his eyes hit the rift.

“Dean-“ just at that moment Sam entered. Covered in the same mess as his brother. Beaten, but not defeated. You let go of Dean to wrap your arms around Sam. You didn’t even know what he had just done, but you could tell that a weight was lifted. His darkness was gone.

“We good?” Dean asked.

Sam looked behind him as the rift disappeared in a flash. With a smile he turned back to you and Dean.

“We’re good.”

_____

Dean watched as everyone talked to one another. A mixture of new and old faces of family. They were safe. They were home. He smiled as he watched Charlie and Y/N talk to one another. It appeared as though it did not matter that this Charlie was not theirs, she was still the same person that could make anyone smile with her nerd references that he was sure Y/N probably understood.

Bobby walked to the landing of the stairs, addressing his people that this was not the end of their journey, but a new adventure. When he lifted his glass to thank and welcome Dean and Sam to the family, Dean couldn’t help but smile. Family. He had all that he could ever want right here.

____

“Nice to see you again, Y/N,” Mary spoke behind you, making you turn to her with a smile.

“Mary,” you replied. “Glad to see you too.”

“Dean told me what had happened,” her smile faded and her light changed to sadness. “I’m so sorry.”

“You know, I want to be mad at her,” you replied while thinking of your mother and your life full of lies. “And Gabriel for that matter. But I can’t. Without them, protecting me, who knows what would have happened? I just wish…I wish that I could have met my father. My real one.”

“Well he may not be your real one,” her eyes glanced towards Bobby. “But I can say that they have the same spirit.”

“I don’t even know what to say. I’ve rehearsed it in my mind so many times, but yet, nothing I can think of seems right.”

“Try hello first,” she warmly smiled back. “And although we aren’t blood, I’ve always considered your mother to be my sister. If there is anything I can do, perhaps talk about her life, I will.”

“Thank you Mary,” you softly replied before giving her a hug.

“Your family Y/N,” she whispered. “And perhaps one day, even my daughter.”

You pulled back from her slowly to see her smirk. Dean must have told her everything, including his feelings for you. It was at that moment that you felt something inside of you change. A warmth that felt like you have been put back together. You were whole. What you had been missing, you finally found. Family. Your true family.

_____

The warm water felt amazing on his skin. The droplets easing his stiff muscles, the steam clearing his mind. He was home. Home and safe, with her. He opened his eyes to see her standing across from him, naked with a smile. They didn’t even need to say words as he pulled her close to him, the water hitting both of them as she buried her head into his chest. This was home.

After cleaning each other, Dean and Y/N got dressed and went back out to the library where everyone still gathered eating a feast that was prepared. Smiling faces all chattering filled the once empty halls with life. This is what home feels like.

Y/N went to continue walking in, but Dean stopped her by pulling back on her wrist. She looked at him puzzled, but reluctantly moved back to him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Just enjoying the moment.”

“Well come on,” she laughed. “Let's join them.”

“Not yet,” he sighed with nervousness. “There’s something I need to do.”

“Which is?” Her brow raised with her question. Dean smiled at her irritation while she patiently waited. That attitude of hers that matched his own.

“Spend forever with you,” he said as he pulled out the silver ring that was once his mothers that he wore for many years for protection. Her eyes widened as she realized what he was proposing.

“Forever?” Her eyes lit up with her words.

“You’re already a Winchester,” he smiled. “How about we make it official?”

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Grief

Chapter two: Rebellion

Din Djarin x Reader x Cassian Andor

Series Summary: Raised on Mandalore, born into a bloodline of warriors, no one ever expected for the daughter of a Clan leader to go rogue. Leaving the life of security and making the journey to fight in the war against the empire meant many things... giving up the way of the Mandalore, and giving up a solid future. A future that involves an arranged marriage to a foundling from another clan.

Chapter warnings: some brief angst, this ones pretty mellow ngl

Words: 3.3k

A/n: i was not expecting such a good response from the first chapter but bruh you guys are amazing- anyway here's part two of my brain's misery

Part 2/?

The trip from Mandalore to the planet of Dantooine was long, and still ongoing. We all took turns, watching to see if we were any closer. After each jump from hyperspace, the transport would stop at a space refueling tank, before slowly going onward toward the destination. We must have been traveling several systems across the galaxy. We had a few laughs, mainly while watching Gander try and steal Shyloh's food from his knapsack while he was sleeping. Most of the other time we all just sat in silence, up until this point.

"What do you think we're all going to do once we get to the rebel base?" Merc raised his voice slightly, barely capturing our attentions as we had all been dozing off, and Shyloh was taking watch at the view point.

"What do you mean?" I had asked, not quite sure of what he was getting at. I sat up straighter against the wall, showing my interest in the newfound conversation.

"What branch do you think you'll end up in?" He was in a daze as he spoke, almost unsure of his intentions of bringing it up. His dark eyes were nearly emotionless under his furrowed brow.

"I hadn't really thought about it. I would say maybe something like mechanics," I said, thinking of the best possible use of my talents. I'm sure there's plenty of mechanical help already assisting the rebels, but with the galactic empire growing it's forces by the day, they needed all the help they could get.

"What about flying?" Shyloh perked up from his seat at the window.

"What about it?" I asked, curious as to why he suddenly thought of the new topic.

"You could do it of you wanted to. Be a pilot, I mean. You have the skills," He told me, but I scoffed. He wasn't in any way shape or form was making an ounce of sense at all.

"Speeder control races are a bit different from piloting fighters against the imperial troops don't you think?" I laughed at the idea, but he rolled his eyes, persistent with his opinion.

"It's less different than you think it is. Also mind you, I never saw you lose a race," He objected, but I wasn't having any of it.

"That's because when I raced, my own credits were on the line," I joked, seeing what he would try and come up with next, only to be met with a cold hard stare, before an answer that would shake me to my core.

"Well, now the freedom of the galaxy is on the line."

My smile dropped from my face and I turned to face the other two, who were looking back at me. They didn't expect that answer either. Shyloh was well known to be a boy of few words, and only really spoke to his friends and family. He was a founding just like the rest of them, but he had been with ths clan longer, due to having been saved from a war infested home as a baby.

He could sometimes be very wise, even if he didn't think he was being so. We weren't sure what it was, but he had this sort of presense that was so powerful. We knew when he would walk in a room, or walk out of it. It's like the air would change. Much like it changed now, with his words rendering us all speechless.

The silence was uncomfortable, and I was the one who left it unresloved, so I spoke up in favor of my crewmates to not keep quiet any longer.

"Perhaps I shall see where I am needed first."

"Perhaps you shouldn't be so afraid to explore an option you would excel in," He again rendered me speechless, and I did not have anything else to say this time. I was young, but my mind was not. I could comprehend thoughts the same way that an adult could. I could handle things just as well and if not better than some, too. He was right. I was simply afraid.

"I think we're finally here," Shyloh said, turning back to look out of the view port again.

"Its about time," Gander stood up, slinging his knapsack over his shoulder and standing at the transport door waiting for it to slide up.

We all followed suit, but Shyloh stopped us and held up a warning finger to stay still.

"There's manding droids, we gotta sneak off carefully. They don't look like bulk but they could be armed," He suggested. We were not yet at the rebel base, meaning these were probably droids of the land, and belonged to whoever oversees the exports on this planet.

When the panel opened, we were all careful to first peek out of the transport. This planet was nothing at all like Mandalore, which was dry and hot. This planet was lush with plants. And the air was slightly humid. It was a very welcome contrast from where I spent most of my life.

We all sneakily bolted out of the transport, ducking down behind one of the cargo units placed outside. We saw an opening in what looked like some sort of forrest patch.

There was a chill in the air on this planet, even in the middle of the day. Mandalore only ever got colder at night, when the sun was down and the moons were shining.

"That was close." Merc mumbled as we began to turn around and head into the grasslands, trying to find the rebel base.

We made sure no one was behind us, and were careful to check if any droids had caught sight of us.

We all went to turn around, but as soon as I did, I collided with someone's chest, rather hard might I add, sending me to the ground on my bottom. I didn't even collide that hard with the person, it was just the shock that sent me backwards.

"Need a hand?" I looked up to see a man, a sly smirk on his face as he held his hand out towards me. I took it without question, heaving myself up from the grassy, and somewhat muddy ground beneath me.

"You must be our contact," Merc smiled, and the man nodded, turning and begining to lead us to a speader that was hovering nearby behind a large set of trees.

"We must be careful not to use names outside of the base. I would be more than happy to formally introduce myself once we reach our final destination," He chuckled. It was only now that I realized he had an accent, a thick one. Probably left over from his native tongue that spilled out his mouth when he spoke galactic basic.

I know that sometimes my accent slips in when i speak. I never had to worry about using Mando'a around my fellow crewmates. They were foundlings, and hadn't been raised to speak it. Shyloh was, but he prefered to use galactic basic anyways because he had forgotten so much of it.

We all boarded the speader, Gander and I sitting on the back, our legs hanging off as we held onto the side bars.

"This might be a bumpy ride for you two," The man said, looking at both of us before giving me a wink. I scrunched my face up, not sure how else to react to it. The man was definitely on the younger side, but I wasn't sure how he could possibly see an interest in me.

Maybe he did and I just didn't want him to. Maybe I was still hinged to the idea that I would go back to Mandalore someday and marry my betrothed. I was so young, and hadn't the slightest idea of what feelings I could possibly be harboring, if any at all.

I couldn't deny I found him appealing. Anyone would, at least any human with eyes that is.

His hair was dark, and so were his eyes. He had a bit of stubble along his jaw and above his lip. He was somewhat scruffy looking, but in a good way.

As the speeder went through the forresty stretch of pathway, I kept turning around to catch a glimpse of him. Each time I did I had to look away fast because Gander would give me weird stares.

I would play it off like I was simply taking in the view of the green planet around me, and he wouldn't seem to notice.

After a while, with quite a few twists and turns, and Gander and I nearly falling off the speeder twice, we arrived to our destination.

We all hopped out of the transport, following the man into a giant cargo port. As soon as I looked to my left I could see an X-wing fighter in all it's glory. I had never seen a real one before, just heard stories and viewed holograms.

"Alright. We have about twelve other recruits arriving on this base today, so you will all be attending orientation this evening. As for right now, you look beat, and should rest. PX-74 will assign you to your bunks," He said, gesturing to the droid before beginning to walk away with a nod, but I stopped him before he could take a step.

"Wait a minute... I believe I recall something about a formal introduction," I crossed my arms over my chest and shifted my weight, trying to give off the look of having as much confidence as I could muster. I was putting on a facade, possibly to make me seem more mature. I didn't know the real reason.

He smirked, raising an eyebrow as he scanned me up and down with his dark eyes.

"Cassian Andor," He smiled, then looking right back at me with questioning eyes. "And how about you... you got a name?"

"Y/n from clan Maldrix," I said, my confidence wavering a little when he looked at me the way that he did.

"She's a Mandalorian," Shyloh perked up, and I sent him a warning glare.

"Yeah, sixth generation," Merc added, his cocky smile pasted on his face for all to see and be annoyed by.

"A mandalorian? I've heard the stories but I haven't ever met one. Are you-?"

"I'm not," I cut him off before this got twisted into one big lie. "My mother and father are."

"Doesn't that make you one too?" Cassian furrowed his brow but his tone was somewhat joking and humorous.

"No, it does not," I wasn't harsh with the way my voice came out, but I was firm. Though I wasn't one of them, the mandalorians and all they stood for were very important to me.

"Mandalorian is not a race, it's a creed. Some of the best Mandalorians I ever had the pleasure of knowing didn't even have a bloodline from Mandalore. They were foundlings, like these three," I explained, laying out the facts so that there was no longer any confusion lingering, but now there was a tension that was thicker than the trees on this planet.

"Even still, she can fight just as good as any soldier taken the creed," Merc jumped in, trying to clear the air, and thankfully, it seemed to be working.

"She flies even better," Shyloh mentioned, and I swore I could kill him. He was just so pushy sometimes, even with his massive sense of wisdom.

"You fly?" This peaked Andor's interest, and immediately he seemed more engaged towards me.

"I'm not as good as they say I am," I admitted, but he shook his head.

"No, really... if you can fly we could really use you. We're putting together a team for an air raid that's set to happen about one month's time from now," He came up closer to me and stared me in the eye.

"I'm just a kid, I might really let you down," I joked, trying not to get too caught up in his eye contact. His eyes were much darker when you could see them closely.

"I tell you what, I can arrange for you to have time in the flight simulator after orientation. If we feel you would be an asset, we can add you to the strike team," He said, nodding along to his words. I understood that they might need backup, and if push came to shove, I could maneuver faster than any pilot back on Mandalore. I never lost a race, nor did I ever lose a bet.

"Okay."

I could tell I was blushing from the extra attention I was receiving. I wasn't so sure what about me was so enticing that I deserved it.

"I have to go now to pick up the other recruits from a drop station. I leave you in the capable hands of PX-74," He said, returning to his speeder and letting us be lead off into the base.

"There are only so many open bunks left. Two of you will share one, and the other two will be placed with bunk mates." The metalized voice of the PX unit was strong in our ears, and we all followed after him as we ventured into the long hallway at the end of the cargo port.

The droid stopped at a door about midway through the hall and opened it using the side panel on the wall, revealing a young man that seemed almost younger than me even.

"One of you will be staying here. Which will it be?" The droid asked, turning towards our small group.

"I'll take this one," Shyloh said, stepping forward into the bunk to meet his new roomate.

The boy looked a bit frightened at first, but because of Shyloh's powerful yet calming energy, he seemed to relax almost immediately.

He turned and smiled back at us, waving before the IG unit closed the door and kept us going.

He walked us down passed several more doors, maybe more than twenty, before he stopped at another one and opened it up.

Inside sat a young woman, her legs crossed as she sharpened a knife with a smirk on her face. She looked up and made eye contact with me first.

"I wondered how long it would be before they got someone else in here." Her voice was somewhat low and raspy, but it was kind of soothing in a way.

"One of you-" the IG unit began again, but I stopped him, stepping into the bunk with the girl inside.

"I'll take this one." I smiled at the two boys left before the door closed on my new bunk.

I moved to set my knapsack down on the bottom bunk, but my roomate stopped me.

"Bottom one's mine." She said, looking up from her sharpened knife again to inform me of the sleeping arrangements.

I instead threw my knapsack on the top bunk, trying to climb up into it, but failing miserably.

"You need a hand?" She chuckled, watching my lame attempts to swing my leg up high enough. The fact that there was no ladder should have tipped me off.

"I'll be okay, thanks," I laughed, keeping my attitude loose and positive, though this bunk bed was already causing unnecessary problems for me.

"If you say so," She chuckled again, seeing as I finally managed to haul myself up and onto the bed.

"First try," I joked, and she laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world. I think that we would be getting along, because no one ever laughed at my lame sense of humor.

I laid back, resting my arms behind my head and staring blankly at the ceiling.

"So, where are you from?" She piped up, not taking her eyes away from her previous knife. That thing must mean a lot to her.

"Mandalore," I let out, trying to get comfortable on this lumpy pad that was under my head.

"Actually?" She seemed surprised. Everyone had heard of the planet that the mandalorian tribes had resided upon, and usually they understood what kind of people the place would breed.

"Yeah. Left just in time. Tomorrow's my birthday," I shut my eyes continuing our converastion with one less sense. It didn't matter, though. I was still fully awake.

"What would you have had to do?" She pondered curiously, finally looking up towards the bunk in interest.

"Well, to put it short... tomorrow I would have had to swear my freedom away. No living being would ever be able to see my face again till the day I died," I laid it out plain and simple, and she seemed to understand.

"How old are you?" She asked, her trail of questions getting longer and longer.

"Sixteen tomorrow," I answered, feeling a bit more tired now that my eyes had been closed, and the lights in the bunk rooms were dim.

"You're just a baby," She scoffed. "How could they possibly expect you to make that choice so young?"

"It's just the way it's always been there. This is the way," I remembered. Those words used to be said to me nearly ten times a day, and now they only rung in my mind as a memory.

"That's insane. The people on your planet must be crazy to take an oath like that," She muttered.

"You would think so... the strangest part about it is that there are kids brought back as foundlings that take the creed without hesitation. They don't even belong to a bloodline, they just feel as though they have right to the creed as much as anyone else," I silently remembered Din for a moment. He was the bravest, strongest, most loyal Mandalorian I'd ever known. A foundling.

I began to get bitter at the thought of leaving him. He could have made things better for me if I had just given him a chance. I had to let my head get in the way. I needed to think about something else.

"What about you, huh? Where you from?" I asked, changing the subject as quickly and painlessly as possible.

"Alderaan. Born and raised," She said, getting up from the floor and dropping herself on the bottom bunk.

"You been a lot of places since then?" I asked, but she first let out a heavy sigh before speaking.

"Only too many to count," She said, settling herself on the bunk like I had done.

"Must be nice..." I muttered. Finally able to relax on this pathetic excuse for a bed pad. Of course I couldn't complain. I'm the one who chose the life of the rebellion, including their miserable bedding. "I've never been anywhere outside my home planet until now. I haven't even seen the entirety of my own planet."

"Most new comers are the same. They haven't been anywhere else, then they come here and its like we're moving non stop. Base to base, on just about every planet in this galaxy," She reassured. At least now I didn't feel so out of place.

"How long have you been stationed here?" I asked, unsure of how long I would get to adjust to things.

"A few months. It's likely we'll have to leave soon. There's rumors of the imperials knowing our location," She answered, rolling her eyes, thought I couldn't see from the top bunk.

"You're kidding," I scoffed. After just getting here, I might have to up and leave again. I'll have to learn to accept this new life, it's what I wanted.

"I wish I was, kid," She added.

"I have a name," I retorted back, not a fan of the nickname 'kid'. I waited for her to ask me what it was, but when she stayed silent I sighed. "It's Y/n."

"I'll call you what you are... now get some rest, they'll come pounding on that door in a few hours for orientation," She said, as though she somehow had grown to a habit of mothering me only five minutes after we met. I dropped the conversation and drifted off to sleep, my eyes were too heavy to keep open anymore anyway.

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A/n: okay so like i wrote this a while before everything with gina carano happened and i do not in any way condone her whatsoever so let's pretend she's been recast already...

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I want happy ending😂, so I continued the one shot. The first part is on the link above this.

Xiao x reader part 2

*3rd Pov*

He finally found her, right in the middle of a flower patch. Xiao drops his spear. He quickly cradles [Your Name]'s body. Warmth quickly slipped away from her body. For the first time after the Archon's war he felt fear again. Lifting her, he quickly rushes back to the inn.

Verr Goldet quickly called for a doctor the moment Xiao showed up with badly injured [Your Name]. After putting her in the care of Verr Goldet. Xiao wastes no time to visit Zhongli. His Archon must have some kind of way to cure [Your Name].

The doctor shook his head, Verr Goldet clamps her mouth, his husband quickly catches her and lets her sit down in a chair.

"...You should clean her up and… we'll wait for Lord Xiao." Huai'an said.

"...How? Why? She is still so young…" Verr cried.

All Huai'an could do was comfort her without a word. After collecting herself, Verr cleaned up [Your Name]. She prays that Xiao will bring whoever that can cure her.

Not long after she finished, Xiao came back with Zhongli in tow. Zhongli takes a look at [Your Name] and shakes his head. Xiao is shaken. His whole body is trembling. Slowly he walks to the bed, caressing her cheek, his thumb swipes the part under her eyes and then her lips. How strange, she looks like she is just sleeping peacefully.

Once again, his karmic debt stole someone precious to him. He really can't take it anymore. The angry voices of his karmic debt are getting stronger and louder. Even though it was less painful when [Your Name] stayed by his side. "Foolish mortal…" He pressed his lips to her cold one as a tear slipped down from his eye.

"Wait.." something caught Zhongli's eyes. "Xiao, did you ever give something to her?" The Geo Archon asked.

"...I gave her an amulet and trinkets made from sage skill, to keep malicious intent away…" Xiao answered.

A small glowing light finally caught their attention. "...This is… the amulet I gave to her last year." Xiao said.

"...There is a way to save her now."

Xiao snaps his eyes to his Archon. His being is full of hope.

"...We need to turn her into an adeptus. She is not dead yet. Her soul hasn't completely left her body. But even so, the chance is small." Zhongli spoke out.

'Turn her to an adeptus and let her suffer from that very own immortality?!' His mind is reeling. Part of him doesn't want to turn her into an adeptus. Being an adeptus and attaining immortality is not as enjoyable as those foolish mortals thought to be. But another part of him doesn't want her to die.

"...Is there no other way?" Xiao finally uttered out.

"No. This is the only way. We also need to hurry. Right now part of her soul is inside that amulet. You subconsciously put a small piece of your soul there. That amulet is anchoring her soul. But this won't last long. We need to call for the other adepti to help if we are going to turn her into one." Zhongli said.

"....Understood." Xiao gritted his teeth. Even if after [Your Name] woke up and hated him for it. So be it. It's his fault in the first place, he shouldn't have softened up to her and rejected her from the start. It's all his fault that [Your Name] is in this condition.

Usually when someone is going to be an Adeptus, they will need to take a trial of earth and heaven. But there is another way to turn to an Adeptus without taking the trial. Of course the risk is way higher than the trial. You need to directly take some blood and a lot of energy from an Adeptus. It needs to be pure Adeptus, that's why Yanfei and Ganyu won't cut it. The most important factor is, the blood of the Adeptus has to be compatible with the human or the human will definitely die. Humans can't stand the power of adeptal energy, so they need the blood of an adeptus to mix in their body. With mixed blood, hopefully they can withstand it.

Xiao has called all available pure adepti. After listening to this side of their story. Most of them won't agree to this risky method. Not only the receiver will be damaged even the giver would be too. And there's also the blood compatibility thing.

"I will do it." Xiao said. "I will be the one to give her the blood and energy. All of you just need to give your energy to me. I will convert it to mine and transfer it to her. I will be the one to bear all the burden." Xiao said.

"Have you gone mad, Conqueror of Demon? You are sacrificing yourself to a mere mortal girl?!" Mountain Sharper ridiculed. Never in a million years will they hear the cold blooded Conqueror of Demon willingly sacrifice everything just for a single mortal girl.

"She is not a mere mortal." Xiao hissed.

"Indeed. What kind of mere mortal girl she is, if she can withstand the prolonged interaction with an adeptus." Zhongli chuckled. "And even managed to open the heart of the vigilant yaksha. Which even us adepti couldn't do in our lifetimes."

"...Indeed. From this aspect, she really is not qualified as a mere mortal girl." Cloud Retainer chuckled.

"...It's not like there's no human become an adeptus in the past. Rex Lapis has spoken. We just need to follow it…. And, I am curious how this will end?" Moon craver said.

"Hohoho...Of course it will turn out to be alright. [Your Name] is a gentle child. I am sure all of this will turn out to be alright. You have my full support, Conqueror of Demons." Granny Ping laughed.

The softly glowing amulet starts shining brightly, as if it has been listening to them. It suddenly broke and a glowing sphere entered [Your Name]'s body. Xiao quickly cradles her body to his. He can feel the warmth of the body now.

"Quick! The soul has returned to the body. It will leave soon if we don't do anything." Zhongli instructed.

Xiao bites his wrist, fresh blood quickly flows and drips down to the white mattress. He takes a gulp of his own blood and feeds it to her. After making sure [Your Name] gulped it down. He starts transferring his adeptal energy. [Your Name]'s body starts glowing as it is enveloped by Xiao's adeptal energy. It seems like they are compatible to each other. Granny Ping is the first one to support Xiao by giving him her energy. The rest followed soon.

*1st Pov*

"~~~♪ ~~~ ♪" I hummed the tune as I weaved the flower crown. The smell of Qingxin is really calming. Right now, I am in the middle of the Qingxin flower field, making a flower crown for Xiao. "Finished." I giggled.

"What are you making?" An amused voice of Xiao asked.

"Flower crown!" I exclaimed happily. "Here." I stretched out my hands. Xiao bends down and lets me put the crown on his head. "So pretty." I cooed.

"You are the lovely one." He caressed my cheek using his thumb and then put a crystalfly on my hair. He takes his seat beside me. I lean against him as he loops his hand around my shoulder and stroking my head gently. Just like this, the two of us in this world are the happiest. His skillful hand is really putting me to sleep. He seems to notice me dozing off. "Sleep." And I feel a feather light kiss on the crown of my forehead.

When I woke up. I am in Wangshu inn. The moon is already hanging on the curtain of the night sky. I see Xiao is just looking at the scenery from the balcony. "Xiao…" I called.

"You have awoken." His eyes softened. I join him in stargazing, cozily trapped in his arms. He rests his head on my shoulder.

"~~~♪ ~~~ ♪" I started humming that tune again.

"[Your Name]" He whispered softly.

"Hm?" I closed my eyes, just relishing the fact we are enjoying each other's presence.

"....You should wake up."

My whole body freezes. I turn to look at him. His gaze, full of tender loving and hint of sadness. Xiao tucks a strand of loose hair to my ear. "...Xiao...I…don't want to..." I shook my head.

"[Your Name]... You already know the truth of this world." He pressed my head against his chest. I didn't say anything. I don't want to say anything. "...I am waiting for you."

"...No...you are not…" I clenched my hand.

"I am. You just need to wake up and everything will be alright." He coaxed gently.

"Xiao… already has someone dear to him…. It's not...me." I mumbled.

"Silly mortal. You know that's not true." He chuckled, his chest rumbled, sending a pleasant feeling to me.

"It's true." I puffed my cheeks.

"It's not." He rolled his eyes. "You shouldn't jump to conclusions too quickly." He poked my forehead.

"I...I…But, I have investigated her. She is perfect. Everyone sings praise to her whenever I ask." I sulked.

"That's the problem."

"Problem?" I blinked.

"She is too perfect, almost abnormally so. There's no speck of dust on her. Even adepti are not as perfect as her." Xiao said.

"...Then, what did she do to them? She is just a normal girl. She didn't do anything extraordinary…" I blinked.

"That's why you have to wake up. I have a feeling, "I" know the reason."

"Why can't you just tell me right now?" I whined, shaking his sleeve like a brat.

"Because, if I did. You won't wake up anymore." He rolled his eyes. "Or, do you hate me now?" Xiao cupped my cheek, making me stare at his piercing gaze.

*poof* I blush at the close proximity and bury my face in his chest. "...Not fair…" I grumbled. "You know well I yearn for you. I could never hate you." My voice is muffled.

"I know. After all, this is the world you created." Xiao wrapped his hands around me. "I am but a piece of soul that slipped into the amulet. Go forth. "I" will answer everything you want to ask. Do not be afraid. "I" treasure you more than you know." His voice echoed as I felt a kiss on the crown on my head. The scenery faded, leaving me alone in the darkness.

"How do I wake up?!" I yelled.

""I" am calling for you." His voice faded.

A loud inhuman screech caught my attention. I turn my body. There, standing in front of me is a majestic gigantic bird. "...A phoenix…" I murmured.

The bird of an ancient legend. It's said to be able to reraise itself from the ashes of its predecessor. The majestic bird screeches one more time and lowers itself to me. As if beckoning me to come over. His golden eyes never leave mine. "...I see… It's you." My feet automatically walked toward it. I stretch out my hand and the bird leans its neck to me. I wrap my hands around it as its wings envelop me.

*3rd Pov*

3 days. It has been 3 days since the ritual. Zhongli has told him the ritual is a success. Right now, [Your Name] is only sleeping. As to why and when she will wake up. Not even the Geo Archon knows. All Xiao can do is wait. He never knew waiting was this painful. Not even when he was battling his karmic debt is this painful.

For the second time in his lifetime, he is glad he doesn't need to sleep. The first time is when he is having nightmares. Not needing sleep is quite a solution on its own. And right now, he can keep guarding her, without letting any detail be missed out. His hand on her. He is praying to whatever deity out there, just so she can open her eyes again.

"Adeptus Xiao…" A soft voice called. Xiao frowns when he hears that voice.

"What are you doing here?" His voice was cold without any emotion.

"I…" Yue Mei opened her mouth, but she couldn't say anything. Don't be so cold to me? She should have known what caused this.

"That charm won't work on me anymore." He growled. He really is holding back his anger. That mortal is still Liyue's citizen.

Her eyes widened at his claim. 'He knows.' She trembled. She finally realized how terrifying the vigilant yaksha is. But the previous image of him is still overlapping now. "I.. I love you.." She blurted out.

"You...love me…?" He turned to her, piercing gold eyes meeting trembling toffee colored doe eyes. "You used charm to bewitch me and have the guts to confess your false affection to me." He snarled as he took each step to her.

Yue Mei flinches and takes a step back each time he advances, until her back hits the wall. Xiao stops 4 steps away from her. He is disgusted, he doesn't even want to breathe the same air as her. Then he remembered his actions for the past one month. He groaned inwardly, he felt dirty. This girl is really a troublesome mortal.

"Disappear. Don't show yourself in front of me anymore." He turned his back to her. "You better dispose of that charm. It might work right now, but it won't work forever."

"Then… tell me. What should I do to obtain your love." She cried, collapsing on the floor.

"Nothing…" Xiao turned his back to her, walking back to the bed.

"What?"

"You didn't need to do anything. Because even if you sacrifice everything to me, I still won't look at you." Xiao continued to sit beside [Your Name], using his thumb to trace a circle on her hand.

"Please… don't leave me alone."

"You seems to still not waking up from your dream. The one you love," He quoted. " is the charmed version of me. You only need the nice version of me. Not me entirely."

"It's not true… I…"

*1st Pov*

"...Xiao…" I called softly, surprised at how hoarse my voice is. My mouth feels like I have eaten iron. So disgusting.

"[Your Name]" Xiao hugged me, though making sure not to be too tight. I can feel soreness all over my body. I notice the perfect girl on her knees crying from the corner of my eyes.

"Ummm…" 'Did I wake at the wrong timing? Great job [Your Name], you really have a knack for timing the bad timing.' "...Xiao… can I have water…?" I blinked.

"I will get it from Verr Goldet." He said as he disappeared in a breeze.

"....Um… Miss Yue Mei… are you okay…?" I asked tentatively. I mean having my love rival on the floor crying is not something I expect to see when I wake up. And I do know something is different about me. With those kinds of injuries, I should have never survived.

"...Tell me… why are you not afraid of vigilant yaksha?" She asked.

"...?" I titled my head not understanding her question. "Why should I be afraid of Xiao?" I blinked.

"He is not...as gentle as I imagined to be." She answered.

"If you are talking about how he scares people, then yep, Xiao is borderline rude actually. I mean, he didn't show up at all for the very first month after our meeting. Even though I kept waiting for him. But, Xiao is gentle. Because of his gentleness, that's why he put on a cold exterior. It's all to protect us." I smiled remembering the memory.

"...Do you love him that much? Even though he can kill you in a heartbeat?"

"Yes. I love him the most. If by chance he killed me, then there must be a reason. So, I will stay around as a ghost to find out then." I giggled.

"I will never hurt you." Xiao said as he appeared with a water pitcher and a glass. He hands me a glass of water.

"I know." I answered after I took a sip.

"If by chance, I will hurt you in the slightest… I would rather…"

"You can't kill yourself, okay. If you did. I will kill myself too. In a world without you is the same as death. I don't have anymore to lose in this world. If you are gone. I will follow you."

"You can't!!"

"I can. That's why you have to live." I said.

"You are impossible." He murmured.

"I know. You have told me a lot of times. You also said I am clumsy, an idiot, a foolish mortal, foolish child, snotty brat, stubborn human and…"

"Stop. You don't need to say anymore." He groaned. "You need to rest." He laid me down on the bed.

"Eh? But I…" I protested.

"Rest." He commanded.

"....yes…" I sulked.

The two of us realized there is still one more person in this room when we heard a giggle.

"I see… I finally understood the words that Adeptus told me." She wiped her tears. "Adeptus Xiao, I am sorry for my unsightly behavior." She bowed. "And this… I don't need it anymore. Please tell me how to dispose of this." A charm rested on her palm.

"Just burn it." He huffed.

"Understood. Then...ummm...Miss please get well soon." She smiled and then she exited the room.

"Xiao…" I looked at him.

"Rest."

"...I want to know how I am still alive." I said quietly.

"...I… will tell you tomorrow." He refused to look at me.

"Xiao…" I struggled to sit up. I cupped his cheeks using my hands. "No matter what you do. I am sure you have your reason. Please tell me. I won't hate you. In fact right now, I am grateful I am still alive and can see you." I smiled.

"I… turn you to adeptus…" He whispered, his golden eyes refusing to look at me.

"Adeptus? I thought humans have to take the trials of heaven and earth to become an adeptus." I blinked.

"You...were half dead when I brought you here." He said shakily as if the unpleasant memories surfaced. "Zhongli-dono tells me the only way to save you is to turn you into an adeptus. There is another way aside from taking the trial of earth and heaven. You need pure adeptus blood in your body and pure adeptal energy being pumped to you. I gave my blood and my energy to you. The other adepti help too. They transferred their energy to me and after I converted it, I gave it to you." He said.

I felt a jolt of worry when I heard that. "Are you fine now? Have you recovered your adeptal energy? What should I do to help you recover?" I fired a barrage of questions.

"I am fine. I have recovered. There is no need to worry about me." Xiao grabbed my hand on his cheek and placed a kiss on my pulse.

I feel my pulse quicken as blush coats my cheeks. "You really are weird. You are fine when you approach me by yourself. But everytime I take initiative, you become embarrassed. How cute." The vigilant yaksha is no more, right now in front of me there is only the devious yaksha.

"X...Xiao…" my eyes darted nervously.

"Hm?" He hummed as he placed another kiss on the side of my neck. My breath hitches, I can clearly feel his mouth curls to a smirk.

Then, I heard a gasp that was not mine.

"Hohoho, as I thought. Everything will turn out to be alright." Granny Ping laughed.

I push Xiao away and voila, Granny Ping and other adepti including Zhongli and Ganyu are standing on the entrance. Ganyu is peeking from the gap between her hands.

"I take it you are alright now." Cloud retainer said.

"Y-yes. Thank you for checking me up." I bowed, my voice was clearly too high pitched.

"Hohoho. I am glad you are alright. It seems there are no complications. We should take our leave and leave youngsters on their own devices." Granny Ping laughed.

"...Xiao… don't go too hard on her. She is still recovering. Ah… this is youth." Zhongli spoke like a true old man.

Our faces combust to flames. The adepti quickly dismiss themselves, leaving only the two of us. The atmosphere has turned awkward.

"I will let you rest." Xiao said.

I grabbed his sleeve before he could disappear. "Stay. I… have something I want to talk about."

Xiao sits on the edge of the bed. I clench and unclench my fist on his sleeve. "Xiao… what happened… with Miss Yue Mei?" I asked. "I want to know the truth."

Xiao sighs. "She wore a charm made by adepti. That charm has the power to attract people. The downside of that charm is, it becomes useless if it were known to other people. I...was bewitched by it too. That's why…" He gulped.

"...I see…" A weight I didn't know I have seems to be gone now. "I see…. I thought… I thought you prefer her more than me."

"Foolish mortal." He rolled his eyes. "I will never leave you, [Your Name]. Not now, not ever. I will stay by your side, until you don't need me anymore." He pressed a kiss to my forehead.

"Then, you will have to stay by my side forever. Because, I won't get tired of you." I smiled cheekily.

"I know." He leaned in and closed the gap between us. The kiss is short and sweet. He groans a little after he pulls back.

"...Did I do something wrong?" Now I am worried, I...have never kissed someone. I might be not doing it correctly.

"...No." He put his head on my shoulder. "I don't think I can wait for you to fully recover before I start carving for you." His arms tightened around my waist.

"Xia...nnnn…" I clamped my mouth shut when I felt him nipping my neck.

"[Your Name]..." He murmured, his hot breath is fanning my neck. "You are making it harder to resist." He mumbled as he dragged me down back to the bed. He slips in the cover with me. His arm wraps securely around me. "Sleep."

"Xiao…" I called as my sleepiness started to kick in.

"Hm?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, [Your Name]."

Omake

The moon is illuminating a certain room in Wangshu inn.

"Xiao….what happened to my amulet?" I blinked when I noticed my empty neck.

"It broke." He deadpanned.

"Broke…?" Tears drip down to the mattress.

"W-why are you crying? Don't cry." The panicked yaksha tried to calm me down.

"...rry…"

"Eh?"

"Sorry, I broke it. Even though it's a gift from you." I hiccuped.

"...haahh.." He sighed. "I can just make it again. There's no need to cry." Xiao wiped my tears.

"But, it has a piece of your soul. When I wear it, I feel you are always with me."

"...You have me here, yet you are crying for a piece of soul." He let out a low growl.

"It's not just a piece of soul. It's a piece of your soul." I protested.

"...I will stay with you. You don't need it anymore."

"But, I want it. What if you can't be with me. At least, I will have the amulet accompanying me everywhere I go." I mumbled.

"Everywhere you go?" He raised his brow.

"Yes. Everywhere….I...go…" *poof* A not so innocent thought just passed through my mind.

"What did you think about [Your Name]? The smirk came back. The devious yaksha has come back. Xiao leans so close, that I keep leaning back until I fall down to the mattress. Xiao traps me using his body. I can clearly smell Qingxin from him. My eyes darted around, trying to find a nonexistent escape. And part of me didn't really want to escape.

'So close!!!'

Xiao suddenly leans to my exposed neck. "Xiao...what are you-!!!!" I feel a small sting on my neck, before something wet is lapping on the spot. 'X….Xiao bit me…?' I am sure my face right now is the same as a tomato, my eyes swirling.

"[Your Name]." He breathed out.

"Xiao….nnnnn…." He pulled me to a dizzying deep kiss. His wet muscle quickly establishes dominance in my cavern. I fist his top so hard that I am sure it is crumpled. When he pulled back, I was still not processing it. My head is still dizzy from the kiss, mouth panting, and the mixed drool on the side of my mouth.

"...Irresistible." He wiped the drool on my mouth. He pressed a kiss on my forehead. "Today, I will let you go. Remember, when you recover, I just have to show you how much you don't need that amulet anymore." He smirked.

The blush that has finally faded away, comes back at full force.

[nkogneatho]

"Promise me forever"- Fushiguro Megumi x gn!reader.

Genre: fluff, angst, action | I do not own the character.

Wc: 1.9k | Requested by @unabashednightmarepizza

Warnings: mentions of death, heavy angst, mentions of blood, jujutsu fight style, hyperventilation, mentions of depression and anxiety, bringing human back to life.| A/n: I did it finally. It took me long time. If anything above triggers you, please don't read it. I am still new to fics and stuffs so please be kind and don't send hate.

SUMMARY <-

The only people who ever understood you were your parents so processing the fact that they are no more wasn't really easy for you.

You inherited both infinite void and six eyes technique and some different abilities due to mutation to although they weren't very reliable. But for several reasons, you're mother asked you to keep it hidden. You really wanted to feel normal but the clan started gossiping about you and how helpless you are.

"Why are you showing pity towards me? I am strong. It's just that I can't show you. I promised my mother. Why are you behaving like that?", unfortunately these were the only thought running in your head.

Gojou saw you and couldn't take it anymore. The way the clan verbally abused you made his blood boil. You were his precious cousin and he didn't want you to get hurt so he took you to Tokyo along with him while enrolling in school.

You felt safe in Tokyo. It's like that was the place you belong although you had to keep up with your cousins antics but watching him getting his ass whooped by the principal is fun.

New semester, new first years joined in. Your days before were so busy and traumatic that you didn't even have the time to think about dating.

Gojou took this opportunity to introduce you to the hottest single guy.

"Y/n, this is Fushiguro Megumi. Megumi, this is my cousin Y/n", Megumi bowed and greeted you, you did the same. The white haired bitch ran leaving you two in an awkward state. Well you did propose a conversation and turned out you both had similar interests. Two of you eventually started dating. It was nice to have a boyfriend. The feeling was very different maybe because you never felt it before.

"Ah! What are you doing baby? You should be more careful", he helped you get up when you slipped. A little O's leaving everyone's lips watching Megumi so caring.

He always held your hands from onwards. The little squeeze he does when he feels insecure about losing you when you guys go on a date or twirling you around with the support of your fingers as you sing and dance on empty streets at night. "We'll stay like this forever. Promise me", he sneakily slipped a ring up your finger as you were busy singing. "Yes", you smiled.

You gasped later when you took notice to it and then immediately hugged him. Before you didn't even know what a promise felt like and now you had it with a person you love the most.

Never have you ever felt so content with anything in your life. Guess good things come to an end.

Being close to the group, Sukuna sensed the potential and power in you when you fought the cursed womb. Well yes, the team was there but you panicked and lost control. Your powers were now visible to both Sukuna and Megumi. He was shocked at how his strong attacks still left you unscratched. Your rage got the best of you. Some of it was the frustration of all the taunts you heard.

You were sure that Megumi wouldn't want to see this monstrous version of you. Growing up alone, scared as if you didn't belong to the family, you never got the chance to control or monitor on how actually your power works. Although Gojou did help you grow enough. But the thought of him hurting your friends was enough to make you snap. Being the monster he is, he wouldn't let this chance slide.

"You're a beautiful bud y/n. You just didn't get a chance to bloom. Seems like it's not too late", he tried so hard to lure you in but the only thing on your mind was now to tear him apart. Sukuna did retreat or should I say Yuuji made him. Fushiguro ran up to you two as you were there with Yuuji's heart in your shivering hand, blood raining down on floor.

"You guys are the best buds I ever had", the last words leaving his mouth as he tumbled on the floor. Your hands were shivering. Even though Megumi knew how to handle such situations, you didn't. Losing a friend? You didn't even have a single friend in the first place but now? You were the one who thrusted his heart out.

"Y/n. It's not your fault.", he tried to convince you. "I am a monster. They were right. I shouldn't have come here. I was good, rotting in a corner in that place. I am helpless", breathlessly blaming yourself.

It took you a few days to finally calm down and think about what was actually going on. Not to mention you were badly injured after the fight. Megumi and Nobara were there the whole time taking care of you when you were recovering.

Gojou after some days took you to somewhere, a place you weren't aware of.

Shocked to very own core you ran towards to hug your friend Yuuji who was alive.

"Y-yuuji.....", not sure what to say afterwards.

"It's okay y/n. It was not your fault. Plus the good thing. I AM ALIVE", he was so excited to see you, that was clearly visible. You both stayed up late and watched movies though Gojou gave you major spoilers so he got kicked out of the room. Gojou warned you to not speak about Yuuji being alive, yet.

A few days later when you were with Yuuji and Junpei at his school, Mahito arrived.

Turns out the reason behind Junpei's whole brainwashing was this man. You tried to snatch Junpei but before you could, Mahito manipulated his body and he was converted into a curse.

"I just wanna have a conversation", he said but you both ignored his shit talk and punched him but seems like it had no effect. Your moves focused on finding his weak point or atleast holding him until Yuuji brings Junpei back.

"Sukuna. Do it."

"No.", the entity inside him denied. A shock hit Yuuji. How did you guys did not expect this? They both are curses in the end.

"Why me?", Junpei tried to ask, fingers clinging on the hem of Itadori's shirt.

"Yuuji, switch with me", you ordered him. You were aware of what Mahito was trying to do and you let him do it. How fool of him to think he can enter and have a conversation with Sukuna. Sukuna striked a blow on his arm causing him to collapse on the ground.

You brought Junpei back to life with all the strength you had left, it didn't work perfectly because his body was still wounded. Sukuna witnessed your Potential and was impressed. He switched with Yuuji, tricking him that he wanted to help you and he will do anything for his friends so he agreed.

Sukuna's fingers brushed throughout your face, as if he was analyzing each and every single cell of it while you pant, brain hazy. "How long are you planning on staying on the good side? Hm? Don't worry. I am going to steal you anyways", his hands cupped your face but soon was cut off.

"HANDS OFF THEM", Megumi passed a blow, voice raging, the vein on his neck was visible.

"Ah. This is good. Two of my adored humans. I'd have you both for me".

"Dream on. There's no way you're having them", he spat.

"No. There's no way you're having any of us", you balanced yourself on your palm, eyeing the curse in front of you.

"I won't ma-make the same mistake again", you were still pretty beaten up, although you had to save everyone. Yuuji tried his best to control but he won't faze. The lust for your power grew more and more and made it unstable for Itadori to tame him.

"Megu-mi. Do as I say".

"Are you sure y/n you can fight?", the one trait you always liked about him was that he never ignored your dedication and just supported you instead of saying "You are weak now." Or "You should rest".

You blew a punch making Sukuna fall back so now you had a calculated distance from him. Your lover joined, standing beside you.

"Trick him into thinking that we are losing in combat and bring him closer", he wasn't sure what were you upto but this was your only resort.

He summoned the Shikigamis one after another and delivered continuous attacks on him. Of course it was useless. He won't concede just like that. Afterall he is the king of curses so he decided to play along with you two for a while. In the end, you both are coming to me anyway or so he thought until......

Your image swiftly appeared in front of his eyes at which his pupil dilated, forehead bleeding, jaw clenched. The bloodlust was clear in your eyes but now it had a different look. Almost as if you earned a control on your powers.

"I told you, didn't I? I won't make the same mistake again", you latched your palm on his chest where Yuuji's heart was.

It's okay, if it's just for a bit it's okay, you convinced yourself.

You stopped the heartbeat for a couple of second with your ability to send shocks and control organs of the body, sort of reakted to body manipulation, causing Sukuna to loose control.

"Yuuji. NOW!", he took the chance and switched back. His torso tumbled down as a fear hit you causing you to fall too. Maybe you made the same mistake again. Megumi approached you two apace.

"Itadori! Y/n! Get a hold of yourself".

"I guess I did it again.", you cupped his face. "I count myself lucky that I me-met you. I am so.....s-sorry. I love yo-", your arms slowly lost velocity and thud the ground.

"No. Atleast learn to complete your words before you stop", megumi fisted his hands in nothing but air.

Later Gojou and others arrived, immediately taking you and Yuuji to the Jujutsu medics.

Luckily, Yuuji switched back at the right time. Thanks to you he was alive.

Your eyes gradually opened up and wandered around the room for a bit until they caught Fushiguro's. (You thought you can die leaving Megumi alone? SIKE!)

Mind still hazy, but was able to comprehend what happened before.

"Where's Yuuji?",you suddenly rose from the bed. Your voice was soft and low but will never go unheard by your lover. He wanted to scold you at how selfless you were. All beaten up yourself but still asking for someone else.

"He is fine and perfectly alive. To be honest it's a surprise since Gojou told me he was alive all this time. He is so annoying that even death doesn't want him", he chuckled lightly making you too. The smiled on your face faded when you saw a tear fall down from the edge of his eyes. His hands squeezing yours a little tighter than before.

"Don't ever do that again.", he was trying hard not to burst out the water from his eyes.

"I won't. I promised you forever. Remember? There's no way I am going to leave you alone.", you stroked his cheekbones.

"Yes. Otherwise there won't be no one to annoy me"

"Hey!", you slapped his chest lightly but he gripped your hand.

"Complete your sentence. Now."

"I love you", three words left your mouth after recalling what you left him hanging on. Megumi sighed in relief and the placed a kiss on your forehead.

"I love you too. Forever.", you embraced each other for the rest of the night.

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[miss-kittys-magical-library]

Waiting For A Star To Fall

Nikolai x Selina

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: minor angst and fluff, oral sex (m/f receiving), brief thigh riding, penetration, use of sex toys, language gif by @vousnavezrienvu

A/N: Selina and Nikolai's first date turns into more than they ever imagined. 

This took a stupid amount of time to write and became a pure labor of love. Thank you @magic-multicolored-miracle and @neuroticpuppy for being with me the ENTIRE way.  And @bisexualnathanyoung and @forenschik for being my guinea pig

September 1992

Selina’s phone rang, but Sunny beat her to it as he threw himself over the arm of the futon in her minuscule apartment.  His elbow rammed into the wall, and Selina insisted he deserved it.

“Hello?” 

There was a momentary pause.  Selina stood cross-armed with a frown on her face.

“I don't recall anyone with that name living here.  It's just my sister, myself, and the guy from the sixth floor who was murdered in 1985.” 

“SUNNY!!” 

He waved her off,  “Why would I be fucking with you?  You called here.  My sister didn't give you this number, she's a virtual nun!  She's not one to take up with strange foreign men.”

Selina launched herself at her little brother.  He held the cordless phone above his head and levitated the ten feet towards the ceiling.  His legs curled up underneath so she couldn't grab him by the ankle. 

“UNFAIR!!”  

“EVOLUTIONARY ADVANTAGE!” he shouted and stuck out his tongue.  “You were saying?”

“You aren't evolution!  You're a science experiment that was implanted in our mother by The Men In Black.”

“Low blow.” Sunny flipped Selina off and went back to the caller.  “I mean that may or may not be the woman you ravished lakeside.  I know my sister is her own woman.  You scandalized her though.  I think you made her feel.. feelings.  Rude.” 

“NICKLAUS ELTON KOSTAS GIVE ME MY PHONE!”

He held up his hand.  “HEY! I can speak Russian you know.”  And then Sunny did for the next several minutes occasionally glancing down at his sister.  

Finally, he came back to the couch and held out the receiver to Selina.  “It's for you.  He's very perturbed, and Slavic.  And sexy.”

She yanked the phone from her brother and flipped him off.  “Klaus should've left you in 1989.”  Her voice softened and her cheeks flushed as she finally answered, “Hi.” 

Sunny hovered a few feet off the ground as Selina blabbered on in flirtatious Russian.  He sneered and poked fun at the way his sister wound her finger up in her hair and then released it.  When that didn't work, craving her attention, he began to hold an imaginary conversation with an exaggerated Russian accent.  

Selina threw the first thing she could at her little brother.  The remote control sailed across the room at Sunny who simply held up his hand, palm towards his sister.  The remote hung in the air like he did.  Then he narrowed his eyes which caused the object to lower to the floor. Selina sighed and returned to the conversation. 

“Wait, you wanna take me out?”  A pause.  “You don't have to repay me.  I'm just practicing for when I'm ethically obligated to save someone.” Pause. “Arsonists and thieves too!”  Selina smiled wide as the flames licked her cheeks and ears now.  “How attractive you are doesn't alter Samaritan laws, Nikolai.” 

Sunny rolled his eyes flabbergasted at how his sister’s entire demeanor changed the moment she began to speak to the Russian from Sway Lake.  She was being coy.  Dare he say seductive as she ignored everything he managed to garner attention.  

Sunny had always been the object of his sister’s devotion.  EVERYONE’S devotion really.  As the youngest of eight “children,” it was his birthright.  Now here he was, slowly becoming Selina’s third favorite person.  Not a single soul, no matter how rakish or good in bed, would ever replace Leon. 

“Sure.  Yeah, I’d like that.”  Selina had a dopey grin on her face.  “Tonight?!  I mean can you even get reservations?”  “Trust you?  I don't know why I should, but I guess I will.  I'll meet you there. Do svidaniya, Nik.. KOLYA.”  

Selina hung up the phone and threw a pillow this time at Sunny.  He crashed to the floor having been caught off guard and rubbed his ass.  

“Just be HUMAN FOR FIVE MINUTES.” 

“I AM HUMAN!! I'M JUST.. Super.” 

“Super egotistical.”

“I can't help that the love of our parents turned me into a badass.” 

“I just pray Reginald never finds you.  You're the success to his failure with Klaus.”  Selina meant that last bit with her entire being.  “Now get out, I've a date tonight.” 

---

“Nikolai, I can't run that fast in these boots!”  Selina yelled as she desperately tried to catch up to her date.  She could hear a fast-approaching man behind her yelling obscenities in a dialect she wasn't familiar with.  Bulgarian or Lithuanian maybe. 

He stopped at the corner.  “We are wearing the same ones, look how fast I'm moving.  I think it must be the several rum and cokes you had.  Come,” Nikolai held out his hand, “we will go faster together.” 

Selina rolled her eyes but linked her hand with his.  Nikolai took off, and she started to laugh.  The exhilaration and adrenaline coursed through her veins.  Never in a million years would she have imagined dining and ditching.  

Nik was so calm as he spoke to the waiter in the dialect they were being bellowed at.  He never blinked.  Then the waiter nodded, took something from him and walked away.  Nikolai stood and clasped Selina’s hand and began to make his way towards the door. 

“Nikolai, shouldn't you pay?” 

There was a slight shake to his head.  He never looked back, just kept going with Selina tight to his side.  They made it to the door before they both had to give chase. 

Selina swung out into the street.  She waved and whistled loudly at an oncoming taxi.  To her shock, it stopped to pull over for them.  Nik was incredulous but had no choice except join his date as she yanked him inside the cab.  

“Bleecker and Christopher, please,” she instructed the taxi driver.  Selina turned to the Russian beside her,  “Are we going to break the law EVERY time we're together?”  

“Yes.  Like a new Bonnie and Clyde.”  Nikolai lifted the hand Selina hadn't realized he was still holding.  His lips brushed the back of it, “Without being shot to death by the FBI.” 

Selina's heart pounded in her ears.  She couldn't remember seeing anyone look attractive in the color orange.  Yet here was the man beside her, currently with a look she could only describe as voracious, pulling it off.  Her cheeks grew hot under the weight of his stare. 

“What?!” came out in an embarrassing giggle. 

“I cannot look at something beautiful?” 

“You don't have to lay it on THAT thick.  I'm taking you back to my apartment already.” 

“I'm not trying to trick you, Lina.  I think you are beautiful. I almost blew my own mission.  Especially under the moonlight.  You made me forget what I was doing.  Your willingness to allow me to do unspeakable things to your body helped,” he teased.  

Selina decided to play coy as the taxi stopped in front of her building.  “Let's see what happens under this month’s full moon.” 

---

Selina and Nikolai on the fire escape outside her living room window.  Selina a few beers in and a few steps above.  Nikolai nursing a beer of his own while settled between her knees.  His arm under her knee to snake around her calf.  His fingers mindlessly stroked her ankle to the naked foot dangling in his lap. 

They had fallen into a contented silence after nearly two hours of talking.  Sharing stories in Russian and English.  Nik’s curiosity about the photos and books and records she owned was endless.  Selina had a hard time keeping up and answering as he flitted along from keepsake to keepsake. 

Yes, that's Elton John.  Somehow he and her parents were old friends.  He dedicated “Your Song” to her parents every concert they went to.  Selina could never figure out why. 

The somehow dower, yet smiling man, with a giant cigar in his mouth that tossed Selina in the air while little Sunny hung from his back was her Godfather, Tom.  He had been a CIA agent that now lived in a cabin with his beautiful French wife, Ella.  That's where she had been  staying up at Sway Lake.  Yes he did always look like a lion with a thorn in his paw, but he was soft and kind and loving.  

The Lady Godiva on the horse was her mother, Honey, back when she frequented Studio 54.  Selina recalled her hair rivaled only Cher’s at that stage.  Raven colored and long enough to hide her naked body (barely) as she sat side saddle on the white mare.  Her head resting against the back of an equally nude man. Her one arm wrapped around his thin waist. 

Nope, Nik was totally not imagining things.  The man holding the reins did strongly resemble her brother and himself.  That was HER papa, Leon. His hair in perfectly wild curls to his shoulders. His face full of confidence and sex. 

The questions began to wear Selina down.  No one had ever been this inquisitive or interested in her life.  Her family.  Her.  The endless questions, punctuated by making out until their lips chapped, about her personally.  Then, between an anecdote about Luther and rollerskating and tongues fighting for dominance they stopped.  

Now Nikolai lifted Selina’s foot and kissed the top of it.  Then his mouth made its way up her shin.  When he reached her knee, Nik turned abruptly to face the woman behind him.  He set the bottle down on the windowsill before kneeling on the stairs.  He slid the hem of her dress up, fingers hooked into the fabric of her panties to tug them off.  He kissed her inner thigh before letting his tongue trace painfully slow along her sex. 

Selina could only grasp the railing.  Her fingers curved around the cold metal and she cried out in pleasure as Nikolai slipped his tongue inside of her.  

It slid in and out before eventually discovering her clit.  His hands on her ass so that he could pull her onto his face.  Encourage her to ride him as his tongue flicked in circles and then snaked in and out. 

Selina started to lose herself.  Her free hand tugged at Nik’s hair while her hips bucked and the spark grew.  She twitched and cried out louder as his mouth and tongue worked faster.  She opened her eyes to look down at the man keen to make her cum. 

Almost as if he could feel her eyes on him, Nikolai looked up at Selina.  She felt strange, shameless and used her own thumb to wipe away what was on his lips.  She sucked on it briefly then grabbed Nik by the shirt towards her.  Wanting for a kiss.  

Selina revelled in the way she tasted on his lips and inside her own mouth.  Like beer and bitterness.  She had never done that before Nikolai and the lake.  She wanted to do it again, and every time he went down on her.  She wanted to put him in her mouth.  To suck and lick and make him bend and writhe.  

She could, she thought, now.  Selina pushed Nik away at arms length meaning to have him sit on the stairs so she could give him head.  Her fingers deft at the belt buckle and buttons on his pants. She laughed full of nerves as he fumbled, THE OVERCONFIDENT RUSSIAN FUMBLED!! 

Nikolai fumbled with the buttons on his dress shirt before he finally came loose.  He yanked his pants and boxers over his hips and held his cock in his hand. Nik parted her legs and started to push inside, but Selina held up her hands.

“What are you doing?”

“Do you not want me to have sex with you?”  He was more shocked than angry. 

Selina ran her hands over his chest and stomach then up around his neck.  “I very much want to fuck you.” Nikolai huffed, but Selina continued, “I mean I've seen you naked and can't get over how fucking sexy you are.”  

“Then what is wrong?  Not here?  Maybe this is not comfortable for you.  We’ll go inside.”  He stood and held out his hand.

“It's probably the same as fucking on a bunch of sticks and acorns.”

Nikolai sniffed again at the use of the word “fucking.”  “Then what is wrong?”

Selina stood and climbed in through the windows.  Her date followed.  “There's an international health crisis.   A incurable disease that passes mostly via sex and fluids?” she shouted from her room as she rummaged through drawers. 

“Do you mean The..AIDS?  Is that not for,” he chose his words carefully, “The gay men?” 

Selina could tell Nik was more confused than anything.  She heard this all the time at the clinic where she volunteered. “Or you could be bisexual or pansexual like my brothers.  Contract it from a man and pass it to a female partner.”  

She appeared in the living room now with a small foil package.  “Or an IV drug user, also like my brother, and get it that way.” 

Selina started to unwrap the condom without noticing that Nikolai was standing completely nude in her living room.  “This is usually where most guys bail.  They're not interested in protection or rubbers.  Mostly just a pump and..” she looked up and paused in her tracks. She was distracted by his body and neck and eyes and jawline.  “Christ on a cracker.”

“What?”  he chuckled.  

“Sorry! I know. I know.  AIDS talk is a bummer.  I get this close to just.. sitting on a dick and I panic?  Everyone in my family got the sexual confidence memo but me.” 

“Why are you panicking now?  You did not freak out by Sway Lake.”  

Nikolai couldn't help the teasing in his voice.  He reached out for Selina to draw her close to his body.  His knee inside of her thighs just like that night.  

Now he unzipped and helped her out of the dress.  “I think it's very sexy when you talk like a nurse. So smart and commanding.”  His hands ran over her bare back and down to her ass as he brushed his nose along her neck up to her ear.  He nipped at the lobe, “That can be very erotic putting a condom on.” 

“Nik,” Selina could only squeak out.  Her body involuntarily started to rock back and forth. 

“It's Kolya.  In Russian we use end of names,” he breathed in her ear.  “Like your sister, Vanya.   Little Ivan.”

“Ok,” Selina didn't want to hear about Vanya right now.  Or Klaus.  Or Diego.  Instead she got down on her knees.  The condom was still in her hand as she used the other to hold his erection towards her mouth.

“Lina, what are you doing?”  

She looked up through her bangs, her tongue darted out to trace around the head of the cock.  “Sucking your dick.  What else does it look like?”  She took it fully in her mouth, letting the tip hit the back of her throat.  

“Fuck,” he mumbled in Russian.  “Dorogoya, stop.”  

Selina sat back with a popping sound, “Did I do it wrong?  I'm like, the LEAST experienced person in this family.”

“You don't have to be an expert.  A blow job is a blow job, we can practice another time.  I want to be inside of you.  And I have been very patient.”

Selina stood, but Nikolai lifted her completely off the ground.  She wrapped her arms and legs around him as they stumbled towards the futon.  Mouths and tongues at war as Nik sat her down on the cushions.  Selina held eye contact as she expertly unrolled the condom down the length of his cock.  She kissed his stomach as he noticeably shuddered.  

Nikolai let his fingers caress Selina’s bottom lip before crawling on top of her.  She still held his erection in her hand as he threw one of her legs over his shoulder.  He held her bent knee to the side as she taunted him with her sex.  Guiding it just inside before digging her nails into his ass so that he buried himself to the hilt. 

Selina clawed at his back as Nik started to undulate.  Over and over, further inside each time.  Their bodies rocked wildly as Selina’s muscles started to shake from the position she was in.  She clung to him desperately as he searched for her neck and chest with his lips.  

Nikolai’s mouth devoured one of her breasts.  He sucked and bit at Selina’s nipple.  She cried out in shock at the sensation.  The sound egged him on to go harder.  

“So you like that too?” His voice raspy in her cleavage. His suckling and biting increased.  She mewled in reply. 

Selina was worried that it wasn't working.  That she couldn't or wouldn't orgasm.  Not like she did when he went down on her.  How she hung from the cliff.  

She WAS being pleasured.  Nikolai was hitting the right spots, but she was so nervous about what she looked like under the lamplight.  His rhythm and pounding, it was pounding, into her was unmatched.  She cried out with exaggeration to indicate she had cum hoping he wouldn't notice. 

“Fuck!” he cried out and propped himself up by the back of the futon.  

Nik’s body arched while his hips made circular motion.  He spasmed and shuddered as his body immediately went into shut down mode.  His face covered in a sheen of sweat as he pressed his forehead into Selina’s neck then pecked it a few times. 

“I.. am sorry, Lina.” There was disappointment in the Russian’s voice as he held the condom so he could pull out.

“For what?”   Her arms and legs still enclosed around his back and hips.  

“You did not.. cum,” Nik’s eyes searched the woman below him.  “I should have tried better.  I just was so turned on by you.”  He swept the damp hair away from her forehead. 

“You were fine!  It was good.  Really good.  I got in my own head is all.  Maybe next time?” 

“You mean later tonight,” he winked then pecked the tip of her nose. “I won't leave until you are honestly screaming my name.”  There were four dimples Selina counted in his smile.  

“Then we’ll sleep on it first.” 

---- 

Selina tip toed out to the kitchen both starved and thirsty.  She thought about Nikolai's playful threat about not leaving until she got off and chuckled to herself.  Then she peered around the wall to see him asleep on the futon.  His mouth slightly agape and one hand under his cheek. 

Would it be so bad with him around all the time? She thought as she cracked open a beer.  To not be alone when she came home from a shift?  How nice it would be to have conversations with someone not “related” in some form or another. 

And Nikolai was interested in Selina.  He still dodged questions about himself, answering straightforwardly with no details.  She knew it was because he didn't trust her just yet.  It wasn't like she didn't have secrets of her own, but the more open she COULD be, the more she knew Nik would reciprocate.  It had to be lonely with only one confidante. 

Selina turned around and jumped a mile in the air.  “Motherfucker!”

Nikolai was casually leaning against the doorway watching her contemplate life and drinking a beer.  “She IS very sexy,” he replied with a cheeky grin. 

Selina rolled her eyes and walked towards her kitchen table to keep distance between herself and the Russian.  As if she were daring him to chase her.  Nik made her feel so contradictory.  In control and submissive.  Safe yet dangerous.  Lustful.  

There was no opposite to that, she realized.  The light from her small kitchen window illuminated the lines and definition of his chest and shoulders.  The collarbone that met in the middle and moved up into his thick neck with its Adam's Apple bobbing along as he swallowed.  A sharp intake of breath before he clenched his jaw.  

Selina’s heart pumped into her ears as he casually reached across the table for her, but she ducked out of the way.  His eyebrows knit together in confusion as they danced around for only a few moments until she allowed him to grab her by the elbow.  Her world stood still as he took her in his arms, back to his chest. 

“I have been thinking, rypka, about our little challenge,” Nikolai settled one hand on her breast which he massaged lightly paying close attention to her nipple.  His mouth somewhere behind her ear as his other hand dropped to her sex. 

A finger found its way inside of Selina and she lost the air in her lungs.  It curved and hooked before making a lazy swirl around her clit.  “Already?” was all she managed.  Her nails closed around his wrist and urged him on. 

“I would like to try a different way of having sex with you.  I just don't want you to be offended.”  

Nik let go of Selina and placed her arms on the tabletop.  He spread her hands out; bent her forward so that her top half was pressed into the wood surface.  Then he grabbed her hips so that her ass was flush with his hardened cock.

“No anal,” she moaned.  “Wear a condom,” another instruction. “Bathroom shelf.” She grazed against him. 

“If you insist,” Nikolai replied in Russian. “I will obey.”  

There was a playful slap on Selina’s ass, and she felt herself swell and throb.  A first time for everything. If she enjoyed it, wet from the sting of being struck, it was.. genetic.  

Her brothers, father, even Honey mentioned the occasional pain got them going.  Klaus and Sunny with varying degrees of punishment.  She knew from eavesdropping or snooping that her parents preferred it light: spanking or hair pulling.  Maybe she did as well.  Too vanilla to ask.  Inexperienced to what she wanted from a partner. 

“Do it again?” Selina tried not to sound desperate as Nikolai tore into the condom wrapper.  She almost presented herself to him as she felt the smooth surface on her cheek.

“What?” he was distracted.  There was a strange snap of latex as he adjusted it.  Then taunted Selina with the head of his cock.  He rubbed it along her slit, marveling at how easy it was to slide in. 

“Hitting me?” she asked timidly. 

“Why would I hit you?” Nikolai was offended.  His hand flat on Selina's back as it traveled to her neck and hair.  His fingers combed and intertwined with her dark waves then lightly tugged. 

Selina braced herself as he lost himself up to the hilt.  Nikolai's pelvis met her ass and pulled out to just the tip.  He repeated this until he gained friction.  Her head and hips were his anchor so he could thrust quicker. Their bodies make a clapping noise. 

“My ass.  Like you did.  Hit it.”  She was willing to try anything.  Wanted to cum for him.  She knew she could, she did it alone all the time.

“Really?” Nik was surprised.  His pace was even faster and the table started to creak under the motion.  “Did you like it then?” His hand cracked her flesh but only slightly harder than before.  

Selina cried out.  Her sex ached and was swollen.  Nikolai did it one more time, but she could tell it wasn't really his thing.  Sensed that it bothered him to be serious about erotic corporal punishment.  Playing was different.  His hand did tighten in her hair to bend her head back. 

“I don't know,” was all he mumbled in Russian.  

The hand that spanked Selina now encompassed her own on the table.  He bent to kiss her shoulder as he found his breakneck rhythm. 

“Then just go harder,” Selina found her voice now.  She relaxed and allowed her body to take how deeply he penetrated her.  His cock at that angle hitting a spot she found mythical. 

Nikolai railed into Selina.  The table and their bodies shook almost violently as he pounded into her.  His shaft lost until she felt a pressure in her womb.  He stood straight and clutched at the thick of her hips.  Her curves she inherited from her mother.  They cushioned her as his body and cock pleased her.  That spark and wave rolled over Selina like on the couch.  

They weren't quiet.  Both forgetting about neighbors as Selina mewled and screamed out. Nikolai growled and uttered obscenities in his first language.  They were certain this would be it, that Selina would orgasm and Nik would feel satisfied that he could please her.  

Instead, his body violently shuddered as he exploded inside the condom.  His muscles and adrenaline gave way to Nik almost collapsing on top of Selina.  He faltered prior to catching her up in his arms again.  He held her and whispered apologies to her as they kissed. 

“Kolya,” she whispered back.  “It's fine.  I was really close.  We have other times to  experiment.”  Selina swept his damp curls back. 

Nikolai leaned into her hand, “You want to keep being with me?” 

“That's what dating is,” she laughed under her breath. “I like being with you.  I wanna know more about YOU though.  Come on,” Selina took his hand.  “Let's actually go to bed and talk.”

---

Selina reached blindly for Nikolai after her alarm went off.  Sitting up, she slammed the clock and turned to see an empty space on the side of the bed he had fallen asleep on. 

She knew he wasn't obligated to be there when she woke up.  This time waking up alone left a weird knot in her stomach.  

“Fuck,” she tossed herself back and threw a pillow over her head to scream.  Her arms and legs failed around like a toddler throwing a fit. 

How long was enough before she called him?  Would he just disappear now? Klaus called it, funnily enough, ghosting.  Why did everything Nik say tread a weird line between romantic and calculating?  And why did Selina want him to keep saying things, anything at all, to her? 

How does someone know they're falling in love? How did Honey and Leon?  Klaus and Dave.  Allison and Ray.  Diego and Patch or Lila.  Vanya and Sissy.  Uncle Tom and Aunt Ella.  Poor Luther.

Selina’s family had a knack for impulsive behavior when it came to attraction.  Her mom moved to a foreign country with a man she had slept with for money.  Klaus fought in Vietnam for a closeted man that kissed him once. Sunny went home with, to Selina’s chagrin, anyone who showered him with the simplest of affection. And Selina had laid down and spread her legs for a Russian committing arson.  

“Lina you are awake?” Nikolai asked from the other room. 

She threw a bathrobe on and wandered into the kitchen.  “You came back.”

Nik was reaching above her tiny sink for coffee mugs and plates.  “Did you not want me to?”

He set the dishes out and opened a box to pull out some pastries and bagels.  Then poured coffee and handed Selina the cup. 

“I wasn’t sure what you liked,” he offered her the plate.  “Greek, Italian and Russian,” a satisfied grin flashed across his face.

“Well that was kind of you,” she smiled back and helped herself to a cannoli and Russian tea cookie.  “Yes, I wanted you to come back. I think I kinda always do?” she questioned her own intentions with a mouthful of pastry. 

Nik leaned over and kissed Selina.  His tongue darted out to taste the sweet ricotta filling on her lips; she reciprocated.  Her own slipping to the back of his mouth to catch him off guard. Nik steadied himself on her hips. 

There was a muddled sound of pleasure when Selina’s fingers unbuttoned Nikolai’s shirt in expert time.  Their mouths never separated as she went to work on his belt and pants as he struggled to take his boots off. 

“This was not my plan for this morning,” Nik breathed heavily in Russian. 

“I'm just really interested in us reaching that goal,” Selina helped him out of his clothes.  

Kissing again, they could feel their lips start to chap already as Selina began backing Nik into her room until he hit the foot of her bed.  As he leaned back, she climbed on his lap.  Her hands seized his cock and settled it in the folds of her sex.  Selina rolled her hips.

“What are you doing!?” Nikolai could only cry out. Astonished by the lack of a condom.  

“I'm sick of being the safe one,” she raised up on her knees so that she was above him.  Her hands on his face and neck as she snaked her tongue to the back of his teeth again.  

Selina shoved him back on the bed and threw off her robe.  She straddled Nikolai like a woman possessed, took his hands and placed them on her breasts as she rode him.  Still not penetrated.

Nik lost himself for a moment.  He massaged the breasts.  One hand teased a nipple, pinched it,  before sitting up to devour it.  Selina held him to her chest, clung to the hair on the back of his head and pulled in her excitement.  Her fingers found the gnarly scar and she rocked harder on his lap. 

“I want you to fuck me until I cum.” 

Nikolai looked up and held her back, “It is not fucking at this point.  Not for me, Lina.  Also you must not compromise your principles for anyone.  I do not want this for you.”  

Selina groaned with exasperation.  Her walls were swollen and slick and wanting.  “It's not a compromise, Nik.  Everyone jumps in my family and trusts they’ll fly while I stand on the cliff pacing back and forth.” 

He blinked, mouth just slightly agape.  That face.  Selina knew that face.  She loved that face.  She loved this face. “Lina, you are extraordinary.  You don't need to have a big life just yet.  It will happen.” 

“Kolya,” her words softer now as she relaxed, “I love you.”

“Do you?!” a dopey grin spread across Nikolai's face.  “It is the same for me I think?  I've never done this, you know.  “That I love you.”  

He kissed Selina before turning under her to rummage around the nightstand drawer. “Now we will go back to the way you prefer?  If I need to I will get..” he stopped and held something aloft.  Now his smile and dimples were devilish. 

He studied it before making it buzz with a push of a button.  “Pocket Rocket?! Lina, are you secretly naughty?" he giggled. 

"I don't think it's a secret to you anymore,” she reached for it.  Her cheeks turned red. 

"Who do you fantasize about when you use it?" Nikolai held it to Selina’s breasts.  He watched with fascination as her nipples hardened.  He let it travel over her stomach and back up. 

Selina moaned and twisted. "You're just trying to get me to say you, but I've had it since I turned twenty.  So mostly you know.. Keanu Reeves..”  

“But not me?" his eyebrow cocked.  Nikolai traced the vibrator along her hips and over her pelvic bone.  

"Once in a while,” her words came out breathless.

"As a Russian, I'm already superior at using it because rocket?” he waggled his brows now.  “We can now?  With you on top?”

The toy found her slit and slid inside easily.  It buzzed and made the air rush out of Selina’s lungs.  She dug her nails into Nikolai's chest while he started to use the vibrator to have sex with her.  Found a pattern of in and out while she bucked and writhed.  

Selina reached back to anchor herself on one of Nik’s thighs. It allowed him better access to her clit.  He Marveled at the way she agonized under his hand as it manipulated her.  His free hand on her ass to coax her faster as SHE undulated now as he had done on the couch.  Her hips danced separately from her upper half.

Nikolai rolled Selina on her back all of a sudden.  Her hair hung off the bed as he propped up on an elbow.  He worked the vibrator in circles.  In and out of her slick walls before going after the clit.  

Selina got tangled up in the sheets as she felt a warmth spread from her stomach to her sex.  Her thighs started to tighten around Nik's hand as she thrust her hips off the bed.  Eyes clamped shut as the first wave washed over her body.  Neck exposed for him to suck and bite which urged another orgasm to burn through her.  

Nikolai was stunned by her silence.  Selina’s mouth opened in a silent cry as she came a third time in succession.  This last time she managed a strangled scream of his name which he swallowed with a kiss.  

A shiver ran through Selina while she relaxed.  Her fingers traced patterns along Nikolai's bicep as her eyes closed.  Cumming was like a sedative.  Nikolai cupping her face and drawing it to his for a lazy kiss was a sedative.  The rain she had no idea was pouring in buckets outside her window was also a sedative.  

The vibrator continued buzzing until it didn't.  The room grew quiet save for the breaths that came from Nik’s nose.  Still heavy with his still hardened bulge pressed into Selina’s hip.  There was no move to get on top of her.  To have sex with her so he, too, could cum.  She started to idly jerk him off. 

“Lina stop,” he gently took her hand.  “This was about you, not me.  It'll go away eventually.  Like I will,” he said that last bit with a challenge in his voice.  

Selina curled on her side towards Nikolai.  “Or maybe don't go?” 

“Ty khochesh', chtoby ya ostalsya?” You want me to stay?

“Po krayney mere, yeshche odno polnoluniye.”

At least one more full moon.

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Hearts Made Monochrome | Part 1: Trapped Inside

This story is also on AO3 Words: 6956 Pairings: Ingo & Emmet (familial/platonic), No romantic pairings Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst With a Happy(?) Ending, Pokemon/Kingdom Hearts Crossover AU (More Pokemon than Kingdom Hearts. That is to say, Pokemon characters in a Kingdom Hearts or adjacent universe. You shouldn't have to know anything about Kingdom Hearts nor its lore to understand what's happening here.) Warnings: Human experimentation, suffocation, child abuse/neglect, dehumanization, cannibalism if you squint Probably don’t read if you can’t stand bad things happening to kids. Summary: He lost his Heart. He was just a kid when he was taken, experimented on, and turned into a Heartless, all against his will. But from his body, a Nobody was created. Part 2

Note: It/its will be used interchangeably with other pronouns throughout this story, primarily for the sake of clarity and variety. (The Gay Smut Pronoun Conundrum and all that, you know. When everyone is ‘he’ things can become a clusterfuck fast!) This is Pokemon so I am using it/its pronouns affectionately. However the characters within the story do not necessarily share the same sentiment.

Also huge shoutout to @penquinlori for beta reading this fic! We also basically made this AU together, so their help has been genuinely invaluable to me! Go check them out!

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Dark smoke entered the small chamber from the vent above. It burned his lungs. He felt like he was choking. While he inhaled air, when he tried to exhale, his lungs could only emit a bubbling sound. It felt like he was drowning. He coughed and a viscous, inklike fluid left his mouth. His tears were thick and leaked from his eyes in a slow, painful drip that smeared his vision in blacks.

He was never given much relief, even when the gas stopped being pumped into the small, glass room. He would collapse onto the floor, trying his hardest to catch his breath. He spat the black gunk that filled his lungs back out as best as he could before rising to his feet once more to pound on the thin glass separating him from the one responsible for this. The boy knew that the man on the other side of the glass could hear him. He could always vaguely hear what that scientist was mumbling to himself between each round of experiments. Though no matter how much he kept desperately slamming a fist against the glass, screaming and crying, the man never reacted.

“Patient is still refusing to accept treatment. Dosage has been increased again. It must be noted that no one has been subjected to this much of the chemical agent during a single session in these experiments prior to this point. if these trials yield results and the patient survives, this process should create the strongest specimen on record.” The man scribbled something onto a pad of paper as he spoke into an audio recorder. Once he had finished writing down his observations, he turned towards the boy in the glass chamber with an apathetic expression on his face. “New dosage being applied… Now.”

They were words that the boy dreaded, but ones that had become familiar to him. He tried to brace himself for what he knew was coming next, but it was never enough. It didn’t lessen how much the coming experiment would hurt. Why did he keep fighting against it anyway? It wasn’t as if surviving this next round of experiments would set him free, and it wasn’t as if anyone was coming to save him. He was well and truly alone.

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The boy was never given much time to rest before the next experiment would begin and his chamber would once again be filled with that suffocating smoke. With every new round, he could see how the gas was thickening, and knew that he was being exposed to it for a longer duration.

In spite of how much he fought- and he had been fighting for far longer than the scientist could have ever anticipated- it was only a matter of time before he would succumb.

He was submerged, his head forced under sickly black waves as the last Light within his Heart was snuffed out. Fluid entered his lungs, but he found that he no longer had the need to breathe. He closed his eyes and when he opened them again, he found that he could no longer see. And yet he somehow felt alright with that. A current ran around him, smoothing out his edges and flaws like sand and water, wearing down a stone over the decades until he no longer had a body or shape to grasp any sense of self onto. He was surrounded by warmth and darkness, uncertain that anything else existed anymore for him. He found it oddly comforting.

“Experiment is a success. Heart has left the body and is being put into containment. Subject is unconscious. Subject will need to regain consciousness before further observations can be made. Opening chamber to remove the body.”

There was a hissing as the pressure on the locks keeping the door shut were released, the smoke escaping to the air as it opened.

“... Hell… Hello? Wh- who are you?

“... Interesting… Perhaps this should have been expected...” The scientist shook his head.

“Sir…? Where… Where am I?”

“With the creation of the patient- Ingo’s Heartless, it appears that a Nobody was created as well. Said Nobody has retained its human appearance.”

-

The first thing he could remember was waking up in a chamber, folded into some sort of fetal position on the floor. While there were black stains splattered underneath and around him, and his eyes were wet with tears, his chest felt fresh, empty, and new. He inhaled and exhaled the thick gas around him with ease, savoring the cool sensation of air in his lungs, filling the empty cavity inside of him before leaving once more.

Then the door opened and he was no longer alone.

-

“... Sir… Please don’t kick me out… I don’t know where to go… I don’t know where I am! … Please… I’m just a kid… I’m scared…”

The scientist let out an annoyed sigh. “You’re a Nobody. You’re not scared. You don’t have a Heart. You can’t feel emotions.”

“... I don’t…?” it blinked, eyes wide with confusion… Or was it interest…?

“You’ll find a way to survive. So just get out.”

“... I want to stay.”

“I don’t care. Get out.”

“I want to understand.”

“Not my problem. Get out.”

“Where am I supposed to go?”

“Don’t know. Leave.”

“Why did you make me?”

“I didn’t intend to make you. You are just a mistake. You aren’t really supposed to exist. Happy?”

“... What am I supposed to do now that I’m alive?”

The ‘kid’ felt a searing force across its face as it was knocked to the ground. It put a hand to its cheek where it had just been struck. It was the first time that it had ever experienced pain.

“I don’t want you. Do you understand? Do whatever you want. Just as long as it isn’t here, I don’t care. Now leave.”

It was the instinct to avoid that pain again that made the ‘boy’ run away.

-

Two glowing yellow orbs suddenly emerged from the shadows as he awoke. When he opened his eyes, the lights shining down onto his form hurt. He tried to move a hand to shield them from the glare, but found that he was completely paralyzed. He tried to shut his eyes to block out the light, but they were being held open against his will. Before he could think of something else to do about how the light burned and made his body ache, he could hear muffled voices from just beyond the glass wall ahead of him.

“Subject has finally awoken, but has not taken on any specific shape or form yet. If this is a previously undiscovered type of Heartless, it may take time before he settles and can create a new body for himself.”

When he saw the figure behind the glass, he pushed himself back into a corner and shivered. He was scared, but couldn’t look away, his wide, yellow eyes being held in place for reasons that he didn’t understand. He knew this person. He had seen them before. There was a memory of this man bubbling in the back of his mind, but his thoughts were all being smudged at the edges with charcoal. The more he tried to recall the memory, the thicker and grittier these black splotches became until they rubbed against his mind like sandpaper. He had to stop. He didn’t need to think about it anyway. He may not have known who this person was. But all's that he needed to know was that the man’s gaze scared him as it bore into him from behind the glass. Those eyes made him shiver as if he were cold. Everything felt so cold in the stark light that now shone down on him. And even as multiple pairs of eyes thoroughly studied him, he felt so very alone.

-

The ‘boy’ stared blankly at the hustle and bustle of activity happening all around him. He knew that it was late, but that was a concept that didn’t mean much to him. The world around him was dark, and yet the lights shining from posts and buildings all around him were just a little too bright and hurt his eyes. Things were moving, people were talking, buildings were emitting audio, and all of it was just a little too loud. He was only wearing a thin medical gown which did little to shield him from the chilling night air, leaving him to shiver from the cold. He had no shoes and so nothing was there to protect him as he accidentally stepped onto shards of a broken bottle that had been left abandoned in some alleyway that he had stumbled his way down. He had no idea where he was and nowhere to go. So he picked a direction and began walking, limping so as to not open the cuts in his foot any wider.

People seemed to dislike how he looked at them- watching the others go about their business as they passed by. Most quickened their pace, casting backward glances at him as they hurried off, while others simply glared at him. One or two had shouted at him to stop staring. He had a feeling that if he didn’t do as they asked, they would hurt him even more than he already was, and so did his best to avert his eyes and look in some other direction whenever he heard people starting to yell.

He had been looking at the ground when someone stepped in front of him, making him stop in his tracks. “Pardon me, kid. But are you lost?”

The ‘kid’ blankly looked up at a woman in uniform. A police officer. The lady had a look on her face that he figured was something like sympathy.

“... Yes,” he answered plainly, which seemed to take the officer by surprise.

“Do you know where you’re supposed to be right now?” she asked, tilting her head in obvious curiosity.

“... No.” Once again that seemed to give the officer pause.

“Well then... Can you tell me where your home is?”

“... No.” The officer was lowering herself down to a crouch, trying to speak on a level field with the kid. But with each question, her face seemed to grow more and more troubled.

“Can you tell me who your parents are?”

“... No.” By now the officer was down on one knee looking the ‘boy’ directly in the eye.

“... Can you at least tell me your name…?”

“... No…”

It was at this point that the officer placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder. A motion meant to reassure him, the ‘kid’ was certain. Not that he was capable of feeling particularly scared or nervous in the first place.

“I’m not going to hurt you. I’m just trying to be your friend. Is there any reason you can’t tell me any of this?”

“... Yes.” At this point, the ‘boy’ felt that he should look down and away from the officer, though had no idea what this action was supposed to mean or portray.

“... Well…?” The officer’s tone had a tinge of impatience to it.

The ‘boy’ hesitated in his answer. “... I do not have a name… I do not know who my parents are, or even if I have any… I do not know where my home would be…” He didn’t even know what his home would be.

There was a deafening silence between the two before…

“Oh…” the officer had a befuddled look on her face.

“... I am a Nobody.”

“Now you don’t need to say that about yourself. You’re not no one. Now why don’t you follow me down to the station so that we can go and get you back where you belong.”

“... Okay.”

“Alright… Good!” The officer let out a heavy breath as she got back up to her feet.

The Nobody took the officer’s hand as it was offered to him without resistance as she started to lead him away.

“And you don’t need to look so dour all the time! Don’t worry. We’re going to sort all of this out. So why don’t you give me a smile?”

The ‘boy’ could register that the police officer was trying to cheer him up, but he could not make himself feel the emotion that she was trying to elicit from him. But instead of trying to contradict her, the Nobody tried his best to imitate the woman’s expression.

“Good. Now isn’t that better?” she asked, shooting a smile of her own back at him.

The ‘boy’s’ smile was forced. Artificial, and it didn’t reach his eyes. But if it satisfied the police officer, it was good enough for him.

-

The not-’boy’ was crying as it stared at the bright lights shining down on it. But even if anyone looked at it right now, it doubted that anyone would have even been able to notice its tears. It knew that something had changed, and whatever it was, it certainly didn’t think that it was human anymore.

The Heartless constantly felt like it was treading water. That it was only ever able to keep its face above the surface just high enough to be able to breathe, but nothing more. It felt as if even the smallest waves or rise in tide could drown it in an instant and at any time if it wasn’t careful. Even then, it had to constantly spit a black liquid from its mouth to keep its airways clear. That was all it felt as it stared at the lights above. It just focused on the feeling of trying not to drown in whatever was inside of it that threatened to submerge and consume it whole, unable to even blink as it let its mind passively wander wherever it wished.

They always seemed to fade away the moment it tried to focus on them, but the not-’boy’ knew that it had memories of its life before all of this- from when it was still human. And as it absently stared into the light, the memories were able to manifest into something tangible and that it could hold onto. Even if only briefly, they kept it company as they passed through its mind. It was the only thing keeping the loneliness at bay as it sat and waited for… Something to happen. It wasn’t sure what.

Lights were flashing as it watched the gathered crowd. The boy wasn’t allowed to get close and had to stand around the borders as people ahead of it gossiped amongst one another using words like, “It’s such a shame.” And, “No one could have seen it coming.” They didn’t know what they were talking about. It remembered that tears were streaming down its face as the hand holding its own squeezed just a little tighter. The man holding its hand was large and when he kneeled to talk to it, it buried its face deep into the man’s chest as it sobbed, lost, not knowing what to do anymore. Not that it had any idea what it had lost anymore anyway. It just knew that it was alone. The man had let it wear his hat as they moved between train cars that it observed with rapt fascination. The hat was much too large and heavy for it, always sliding down to cover its eyes. And now the two were staring out at the countryside as it passed the train they were riding by, but memory became too bright and blurry before it could remember what happened next.

There was a girl. She was dressed in warm yellows as she laughed at it. It had the feeling that she had always liked getting the boy into trouble. She was pulling it towards the creek before telling it in a hushed tone to be quiet and to duck behind a fallen log among the tall grass. She pointed to the water’s edge where it saw a malformed creature of some kind. It wasn’t certain if the creature was actually malformed or if the memory had just been warped somehow. But either way, it found the creature fascinating. She ran towards the creek and it had held a hand out to try and grab her, but then the memory faded away into dust just as it tried to wrap its fingers around her wrist. It would have liked to see her again, it thought. But it didn’t see how that would be possible anymore. Something deep inside of it knew that it didn’t look human anymore. Its new body would probably just scare her away.

It remembered looking up at a man. This man- this guardian was much different from the one that it had been remembering before. While the previous one was portly and always seemed to know what to say to put its mind at ease, this new figure had always struggled trying to talk to it. He was tall and muscular and somehow looked and felt very familiar to the boy. More so than the man from before at least. The sound of a dragon’s roar came to its mind upon thinking of him. There was an overwhelming sense of admiration filling its heart as it looked up into his eyes. He was holding something out to it. Something about the object felt familiar, though it had difficulty figuring out what. What was the object anyway? All features were alluding it. Was it a stick? No… Maybe something more like a sword? Closer, but that wasn’t it either… As it touched the object, it felt an electric tingle of power begin to course through both the object and its own body. The guardian had said something. Something important. But the words were muffled and its mind slid off of them the more it tried to focus on them. It just knew that whoever this person was- whoever these people were, it missed them dearly. The not-‘boy’ wanted nothing more than to see them again. It didn’t want to be alone anymore, but knew that was impossible. Even if it could escape, the Heartless knew that no one would be able to recognize it anymore, it had changed so much in body, mind, and soul. It couldn’t even remember its own face… Did it even have a face anymore? The not-‘boy’ wasn’t certain…

“Subject has yet to take a physical form. He is to be put into pasture with the rest of the subjects. Exposure to other Heartless may cause a reaction.”

Upon hearing the muffled voice again, its eyes turned to the window and it remembered why it was supposed to be so scared and lonely in the first place.

From the corner of its vision, it noticed that a section of the wall had opened. But as the not-‘boy’ tried to move closer to it, just to get a better look, it stumbled and toppled onto itself, leaving it dizzy and unable to move any further.

“It appears that the subject still hasn’t gotten used to his new body yet. Motor functions are limited. Subject will have to be placed into pasture manually.”

A gas was released into the air and it felt a great sense of relief as it could slowly feel its eyes closing. Finally. Darkness again at last. Maybe these gasses weren’t so bad after all.

-

As he sat in the police station, he thought about how peculiar it was. The ‘boy’ had no memories from before waking up in that glass chamber filled with thick purple gas. And yet he had still known what a police officer was. He may have no memories, but it seemed that this body of his still contained a lot of knowledge. Knowledge that even he wasn’t aware of right now.

The officer had left him at the bench as she went to talk to the others about what should be done with the boy with no name, no home, no parents, who seemed to have come from nowhere. Since then, he had been silently waiting as the officers made calls and filled out paperwork as they tried to figure out their next course of action.

“Come with us.”

When he looked up to see who had spoken, he was surprised by what he saw. Whatever it was, it certainly wasn’t human. And it wasn’t like those shapeless black blobs that he had caught a glimpse of as he left the laboratory either.

“Who are you?”

There was an unnaturally lanky figure swaying before him. Its motions almost resembled dancing. Its skin was paper white. It had no eyes, but did have a long, stretched out mouth that bore a row of pointed teeth.

“We are like you. Your brothers and sisters. We too are Nobodies.”

“... Nobodies…?” As he asked the question, two more of these creatures appeared at the first one’s sides.

“We will take care of you. We wish to serve you.”

“You can be our Master.”

As the two new creatures spoke, their mouths didn’t move and yet he perfectly heard and understood them.

“Your Master…?”

“Yes. You were just born so you have no idea just how powerful you are yet.”

“Come with us and we can teach you.”

“It won’t take long for the humans to learn what you are. And when that happens, they will try to destroy you. We will protect you.”

He thought back to how the scientist had struck him, the man’s words echoing in the ‘boy’s’ mind. “... You weren’t supposed to exist either…?”

The three vaguely humanoid shapes sunk in their postures to match the child’s height. “Yes. We understand the hate that these humans would subject you to if given the chance. So come with us and we’ll protect you.”

“... Okay.”

When the boy stood, the police officer finally looked up from her paperwork.

“Kid, what are you… What the hell is that!?”

The mood of the room shifted in an instant as the officer unholstered her gun and started open firing upon the nearest Nobody. The bullets seemed to harmlessly pass through the creature’s body as the two Nobodies closest to her came forwards to confront the officer. The third led the boy away.

Just as they left the station, the ‘boy’ could hear what the officer was shouting into her radio.

“Mayday! We need backup! We need a Keyblade Master here STAT! Nobodies have shown up at our location- three Dusks, and their leader looks like a child. White hair, gray eyes, between the ages of 6 and 8. We need backup! Repeat, we-”

As the door shut behind them, the boy didn’t realize that he still had an empty smile on his face.

-

He opened his eyes to see several other pairs of glowing yellow orbs staring back at him. Startled, he backed himself into a corner where no one could sneak up behind him and examined the new room he found himself in. Stark lights still shined down on him, chilling him to the bone and making his body ache. But at least he wasn’t alone anymore. The room had several creatures in it. The swarm closest to the not-‘boy’ looked very similar to him- black shadows that melted into the ground that were not quite defined in their shapes yet. A few of these amorphous creatures had risen from the floor, taking on the shape of some kind of silhouette; round features that made a vaguely humanoid form with spindly limbs. Though in actuality perhaps they looked more like humanoid bugs than any actual person. These figures seemed to be examining him in curiosity, but when one reached a limb out to touch him, he shied away, shrinking into himself. It seemed that the creatures sensed his fear, the closest one withdrawing its clawed hand as the other not quite formed yet shadows backed away from him.

As the others gave him his space, he began to relax, letting himself occupy more of the floorspace instead of pressing himself into the corner.

His eyes wandered beyond the shadows that were scurrying around him to the other figures in the room. There were creatures, diverse in their shapes and sizes ambling around the cell, passively observing him. Some were wearing what appeared to be some kind of armor, meanwhile others were stout and seemed to be wrapped in some kind of brightly colored cloak as they floated in the air above him. Towards the far side of the room there were a handful of large, intimidating figures that could only be described as monsters. Hulking creatures slumped over in animalistic poses, looking ready to pounce. Creatures with wings and claws and tails. Creatures wearing strange outfits, but taking shapes that were mere mockeries of the human form.

The not-’boy’ and one of these creatures happened to meet eyes as he examined the room around him, and to his surprise, the creature slumped to the floor in a bow. He couldn’t help but to stare in confusion as the other creatures in the room began to follow suit and lower their heads, bowing to him. While he could understand the gesture, even from the creatures writhing in two dimensions on the floor, he didn’t understand what it meant and refused to move from his corner.

When the creatures rose once more, the shadows around him made chittering sounds to one another. He was surprised to find that he somehow understood them. They said something about feeding. Something about feeding and growing strong. However he was still afraid and trembling, unable to focus enough to truly comprehend what they were discussing.

He didn’t understand what was happening as the vaguely humanoid bugs sank back down into shadow and pieces of their collected mass started to break off and stream towards him. He tried to back away from it, but when one of these black flakes touched the shapeless pool of darkness that was his body, something about it felt… Good.

It felt like something within him was being filled- a hunger satiated as these flecks of shadow streamed into him. He could feel himself growing stronger, rising up from the ground.

For just a minute, he felt himself dip below the waves, some sort of dark power flowing through him. He was beginning to emerge.

An arm formed, ending in a clawed hand, digging into the floor as he tried to find enough purchase to pull himself from the formless shadows and into the light. There was a want inside of him. A hunger. In that moment he wanted to reach out and devour the Shadows around him whole. He knew that he could.

And then he resurfaced.

He looked down at the hand he had formed and the hulking body of his that was trying to bring itself into reality. It made him panic. A sound that was entirely inhuman escaped him as he collapsed back into formless shadow. He sank into the floor, pressed into his corner, now trembling and crying harder than ever before. His unblinking eyes made him watch as the creatures turned to one another, chattering.

“Not ready.”

“Not ready yet.”

“Not ready.”

“Not mature enough.”

“Not ready.”

They backed away from him, giving him his space before beginning to amble around the room with seemingly no purpose.

-

“How did you get back in here? I thought that I told you to go away.” The scientist was taken aback when he saw the Nobody again.

“... I’ve been talking to the Nobodies. They’ve been helping me. Taking care of me... Explaining things to me.”

“Ah.” The scientist had been surprised to see that the Nobody was wearing new clothes. That must have been how it had gotten its hands on them and why it didn’t look as filthy as the man would have expected from a homeless street urchin like it. “So you found more of your kind. Alright. But that doesn’t answer my question. Why are you here?” It had been days since the ‘boy’ had been chased from the lab. And now it was back.

“... I want to know more about myself…”

“And what? The Nobodies can’t do that?”

The boy turned to the window, staring at the creatures milling around the room, placing a hand on the glass.

“... How could they?”

The scientist looked down at the small Nobody, his eyes narrowing in thought, but he didn’t say anything.

“... I don’t have any memories,” the boy admitted. “... They said that I’m supposed to have memories. But I don’t… I want to know…”

“You want to know more about your Heartless.”

He nodded before turning to look at the scientist. “I can be useful to you.”

Now that caught the scientist’s attention. “Oh?”

“You and everyone else in this lab are all fully human- you all have Hearts, right? So it must get dangerous dealing with them.” He motioned to the Heartless in captivity.

“Yes, that would be correct.”

“You were right. I am a Nobody. I don’t have a Heart. They wouldn’t be interested in me. They aren’t able to hurt me like they can hurt you. I’ll do anything you ask. I just want to be able to speak to him.”

“And you expect me to take care of you?”

The Nobody shook his head. “… The others… They call themselves my brothers and sisters… But they also call me their Master… They’ve already taken care of that.”

There was a stretch of silence as the scientist considered it. In the meantime, the ‘boy’ watched the black creatures, examining each one individually and with care, trying to get a read on each type of Heartless currently being held there.

“Which one is mine?” the Nobody asked, breaking the silence.

The scientist scanned the room before pointing off in a direction. “That one in the corner.”

“The scared little one?” He could tell that it was watching them through the glass with unblinking eyes.

“That would be the one.”

“... You don’t sound very happy about that.”

“I’m not.” The scientist scowled. “He has yet to fully create a physical form for himself. There have been a few promising partial manifestations, but not enough to tell what kind of Heartless he is. It seems that he’s barely even able to move, much less take on a solid form.”

“... Can I talk to him? Maybe I can make him do… Something.”

The scientist let out a sigh, considering it for a minute. “Fine. But make it quick.”

-

It was hard to make out the people on the other side of the glass, the glare was so bright. But he could always recognize the form of the scientist. He would try to make out the details of the other people that would sometimes accompany the scientist as he watched the Heartless through the glass, but they never stuck. But today he could tell that someone new was watching him. Whoever they were, they were so much shorter than anyone else he had seen accompanying the scientist before. And when their eyes met, he found that he had a hard time looking away.

There was a hissing as the door opened, and he could immediately tell why the new person on the other side of the glass was so short. It was a kid, just like him just like what he no longer was. He watched the boy enter. The other Heartless in the room seemed to part as their new guest passed between them, heading towards the puddle of shadow pressed into the corner.

As the boy stood before him, the shadow tried to push himself further into the corner, but it was to no avail. He tried to climb up the wall, anything to escape the new arrival, but he just fell over himself instead. He was expecting the worst, for this kid to hurt him, but to his surprise, the youth just sat down in front of him on his knees.

The two studied one another for a long moment. Now that he was actually looking at the kid this closely, somehow something about the boy felt familiar. He had the feeling that he had seen this child before.

“Are you Ingo?” the boy asked after letting the shadow calm down.

The creature hiding in the shadows stared at the youngster for a long moment in silence before trying to move. “In… Go…” The sounds came out as a gurgle as he tried to form a mouth for himself. “Ingo.” He managed to create a hole from which he could emit sounds, but it was filled with a black sludge that dripped back into his shadowy form on the ground the moment he opened it. The ooze threatened to seal the hole shut again if he didn’t continue using it. “Ingo… Am… Ingo…” The beginnings of the top of a head began to pop out of the shadows, eyes still transfixed on the boy. The small mound began to bob up and down in a movement that the urchin assumed was supposed to be a nod.

The two could hear a Shadow approach, chittering to the youth. The kid was surprised to find that it understood the Heartless.

The boy nodded. “... I see… So that’s why you haven’t taken on a physical form yet…” it mumbled more to itself than any of the Heartless observing their new guest.

“You… Me…” The Heartless- Ingo started speaking without prompting, taking the boy by surprise.

“What was that?”

“Look… Like… Me…” He had realized what it was about the boy that made it feel so familiar. As he inched closer to it, some sort of form began to rise from the shadows, climbing onto the youth.

The kid found that the creature manifesting himself into a physical form around it was something like a liquid or a gas. Or maybe both at once. There was a weight and mass there, but if it so wished, it could pass a hand through the Heartless’s body without much resistance. But it was becoming more and more solid and tangible by the minute.

The youngster didn’t know what the Heartless’ intentions were or why he was building his physical form on top of it, even as the smoke wrapped itself around its neck. But his intentions soon became clear as the limb became solid and tightened.

The boy let out a small strangled sound as those unblinking eyes bore into it still. The boy was still smiling that icy cold smile even as the Heartless tried to strangle the life from it.

He found it terrifying. This boy… This thing was wearing his old face. It felt like some kind of mockery. And why did it smile like that? Even now it was smiling. And the way its teeth flashed in the light felt nothing less than predatory.

The ‘boy’ wasn’t fighting back. And soon it was leaning into the Heartless’ hold. Ingo braced himself. This thing had to have something planned. It was up to something. It had to be. He felt the ‘boy’s’ hands reach down, grabbing at shadow that was still caught between being corporeal and incorporeal before pulling it up and closer to it. His form had largely been pulled from the shadows, now being held in a tight embrace. The boy was holding the semi-formed shadow in a hug.

When he realized what was happening, Ingo loosened his grip around the boy’s neck as the shapeless limb turned into arms, desperate to hold the boy in return. The kid didn’t let go even as it sputtered and coughed to get the air back into its lungs to breathe again.

He was crying. Ingo was crying as he leaned into the warmth of the boy’s being, gripping its back. Legs were forming underneath him, his body finally taking on a physical, if smoky form that vaguely matched the proportions of the boy that was holding him.

“I’m going to get you out of here. We will beat him. We will win this. Together.” Ingo was confused by what it had whispered to him. What was it that they were going to win?

Ingo desperately didn’t want to let go as the urchin pulled away from him. At least it let their arms remain interlocked.

“You are going to be okay. You used to be me. I can’t remember it, but I know that you used to treat me well. Now it’s my turn. I’m going to take care of you. We are going to be okay.” The boy said it with unflinching certainty in its eyes.

“Alright, that’s quite enough. Get back here.” The two looked up as they heard the scientist’s voice over the intercom.

“I’m sorry. I have to go.” The boy was staring at the ground as it let go of its Heartless and stood. Ingo tried to stand as well, but instead fell over in a puff of smoke, sinking back into the floor where he once again became a formless puddle of shadows. “But I will be back. I promise. I am Emmet. I will see you again soon.”

“Em… Met…?”

-

“How did you do that?”

“... What do you mean?”

“How were you able to get him to create a physical form for himself?”

“... You don’t know…?” The ‘boy’ tilted his head.

“If I did, I would have done it already so that I can continue my research.”

The ‘boy’ blinked. “... We’re still kids.” He looked back at Ingo through the glass. While he was still a shapeless shadow on the ground, he was no longer huddled in the corner, shivering and afraid. “... He’s not mindless. He was just scared. He’s not strong enough to take on a consistent form right now. We’re just not mature enough yet. He hasn’t even decided what he’s going to be… But it helps if you give him a reason to want to create a body for himself that can actually interact with the world around him in the first place. Something to hold onto, in a sense. In this case literally. But how could he even think to take on a physical form when he felt so scared and alone in the first place? Maybe if you showed him that he didn’t have any reason to be afraid and that you weren’t going to hurt him, then he would have tried to take on a more permanent appearance for himself entirely on his own. Or at least when he did try to take on a more tangible form, it wouldn’t have scared him so much that he immediately shrinks back down to… Well… That.” The Nobody motioned to Ingo, who was still a shapeless figure on the floor, but who had formed a round blob of a head that poked up just enough to press his face flush against the glass at their feet. “But it never occurred to you to play nice, did it?”

“Tch. So now you’re wanting me to be nice to you?”

“... You don’t have to be nice to me if you don’t want to. I’m a Nobody. I’m built differently from him. But it will take practice before he’ll be able to move and take on a physical form for himself and at will.”

“And you want to help with that.”

“If you’ll let me.”

“... Fine. I’ll let you help with the research. You can come back tomorrow. But you have to do exactly as I say. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

-

“Master, there are bruises on your neck,” the Dusk observed, seemingly appearing from out of nowhere to stand at the boy’s side.

Emmet didn’t even slow his stride as he continued heading towards the abandoned storehouse the Nobodies had secured for him. Though he did touch his neck where he knew the bruises must have been. “Ingo did this. He was afraid and was acting out on instinct. It’ll clear up in time. There’s nothing to be done about it.”

“He hurt you and you still intend to help him?”

“Yes. He’s still on our side. A valuable ally. I want to win this battle. It will be a greater victory if we free him too.”

“I see… So other than him trying to kill you, how is your Heartless?”

“... It’s going to take some time before he’ll be ready. He seems to have a lot of difficulty even moving around. He can barely take on a physical form. I will try to teach him how to do both before we act.”

“And the human. He took the bait?”

“Yes. He agreed to let me ‘help’ him in his research.”

“Well, don’t get hurt any further, if it can be helped. The wound on your foot still hasn’t fully healed yet. You are still very young, Master, and are therefore very fragile.”

“... I will try.”

There was silence as Emmet continued walking, navigating this maze of a city as the lesser Nobody drifted along beside him.

But the silence didn’t last long before the Dusk once again broke it. “Master, there are stains on your shirt.”

“There are?” Emmet briefly looked down to see the black splotches that now stained the white fabric. After a moment of consideration, he recognized what they must have been. “... Ingo was crying… The clothes we get for him should be darker to make it easier to hide any stains like these.”

“We will need to find new clothes for you. We will keep that in mind.”

“You don’t have to replace these clothes for me. I’m fine with this.”

“Of course we have to, Master! We cannot let anyone think you are some ordinary street urchin. It is beneath you.”

But not inaccurate, Emmet thought to himself.

“Now let us clean your wound and change your bandages.”

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1.) I will mostly write SFW from fluff to angst. But I do write NSFW.

While most things may be soft and fluffy, I do write from time to time about dark subjects. This can be anything from death, unhealthy relationships, to even body horror. 

HOWEVER:

I refuse to write kid characters(like Klee from Genshin) and or kid readers in anything but platonic relationships such as friendship or family.

I do not write non-consensual nsfw, even if the character and or reader is a Yandere, an enemy or etc.

2.) By default the Reader will have Gender Neutral pronouns. As well as not use a set physical appearance/descriptors unless stated otherwise.

Personally I know how it feels when you read a fanfiction only to feel left out by the fact it uses an appearance/gender you do not have/aren’t. It hurts. So unless I state in the summary of a fic that there’s a set appearance/gender it will be up to you to fill in the metaphorical blanks.

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Omegaverse - When I write omegaverse I write with both parts in mind so while the reader may be gender neutral(or use specific pronouns of your choice) the parts they have may focus on one part or more based on their dynamic. (example: cock and or knot for alpha, folds for omega.)

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Come Over | Elijah Mikaelson

Hey Lovelies! This is my first post on this profile! If you're curious feel free to pop over to my other handle: @sweetpeasgirl where i write for riverdale! However this blog is for all fandoms! It's all very exciting and I am happy to take on a new project. Anyway this is my first time writing for Elijah/TVD/TO so I hope its good! Also my first smut oh no oh god. Lemme know what you think!

Description: Based on the song "Come Over" by Sam Hunt. Y/n finds out Elijah Mikaelson is a vampire in the worst way possible. She freaks out and runs. Elijah follows after. It comes to a crossroads at her apartment.

Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: THIS IS AN 18+ ONLY FIC!!! NSFW, Smut (oral female receiving), 18+ (I feel obligated to say it ;) )

Word count: 3413

Tags: fluff, some angst, SMUT

(Photos not mine but mood board is :) )

I turn the TV off, to turn it on again

Staring at the blades of the fan as it spins around

The clock on your nightstand reads 11:34. The remote control is heavy in your hand. Nothing on the TV is interesting to you even slightly right now. Your room is sweltering and dark. Your bed is a mess, the comforter crinkled and shoved to the foot. Messy beds are always more uncomfortable. Any day but today you would care.

You glance down at your phone, not surprised in the slightest to see another missed call. That makes 22. Almost a new record. Two more and he’ll start a new one. That’s just his type. Persistent. It’s why you fell in love with him. He didn’t give up. You sigh and block the call, placing the phone face down on the nightstand. Your whole body feels hot.

Clicking again on the remote, you come across a reality show. It's trashy, the accents are harsh, it screams “daddy’s money”. It’s perfect. Maybe it’ll be enough to take your mind off of the events of this evening. Off of him. The girl on the show runs into the arms of a handsome man. You turn the TV off almost as fast as you had turned it on.

You had been picturing tonight in your head for a week. The Mikaelson Ball. Dining and dancing and elegance. Nothing your usual life regularly allowed. It was supposed to be special. The invitation alone was magnificent enough to make you swoon. The dress had almost made you faint. The necklace did. It was all perfect. He was perfect. And then it wasn’t.

Your phone buzzes again on the nightstand. You forgot to turn it off. Or maybe you left it on purpose. Your head feels fuzzy, though, and you don’t want to think about it. You wish his face would get out of your mind. Your eyes drift to the fan above you and you try to count the blades as they go around and around. You lose track easily, and you don’t care. It doesn’t do anything to soothe your molten skin.

Counting every crack, the clock is wide awake

Talking to myself, anything to make a sound

You pick the phone up once more, ready to scream at it. Every part of you feels like it's on fire and seeing his name on the screen pushes you over the edge. You don’t know what you did to get tangled in all of this but you’re ready to claw your throat out. Instead, you throw the phone as hard as you can against the pile of comforters. It stops buzzing but your skin is still sticky. You feel sick to your stomach.

“Why did you pick me, why couldn’t it have been someone else,” your tone is harsh but it’s not like he can hear you, “it hurts Eli. Make it stop. Please!”

Your voice is barely a whisper and it turns to cries quickly as the anger dies out. All you can see, swirling around the depths of your mind, are his fangs. The way his brown eyes died to a blackness. The stark veins against his sculpted cheeks. He had looked every bit as beautiful as ever. Still elegant, still handsome. Still Elijah. But dark. Dangerous. That’s what scared you. Elijah was still Elijah when he was ripping a heart from a chest.

It felt like a blur when you saw it. One minute he had his hand on the small of your back. You had been taking a stroll in the garden. It was like nothing you had ever seen before. Beautiful hedge walls and roses of all different colours and a magnolia tree like you had only ever imagined. The moon wasn’t quite full over your heads. He was finally about to kiss you, something you had been silently pleading for for months now. Before his lips could touch yours, though, there was a hand around your throat. It had squeezed to the point of you almost passing out before Elijah had time to rip you away from your attacker. You didn’t see him move, you just saw his hand break through the mans sternum and rip his beating heart out of his chest. As soon as you saw his face, his eyes, you bolted.

“I’m scared, Eli. I miss you. I’m scared that I miss you and a thousand other things. I need you.”

You look at the dress hanging on the back of your door. At one point it was a delicate, pale pink number. It had off the shoulder straps that, really, had no point but were beautiful. There was satin cream ribbon to lace up the back and the sweetest of sweetheart necklines. Now it was splattered in blood, the satin ribbons stained. One of the sleeves had ripped when you ran. It was the most beautiful thing you had ever owned and it was ruined in less than an hour. Fairytales were supposed to end at midnight, not nine o'clock.

“I wish you would come over.” You mean it.

You just want him to explain. To show up and sweep you off your feet and tell you that he won’t hurt you. You shouldn't even need the reassurance. You know him. That's your Elijah. Somewhere deep down you know that. But it's not making you any less afraid right now. He had been protecting you, but no one has ever ripped out a heart for you before. You’re allowed to be afraid of new things. You’re allowed to be afraid of things that are frightening. That’s what being human is. You still feel like a traitor, though, when you feel afraid of Elijah.

Your voice is silent in the darkness, “I wish you could hear me. Come over, Elijah.”

Your phone beeped. You pick it up in time to read the screen. Call ended.

I told you I wouldn't call, I told you I wouldn't care

But baby climbing the walls gets me nowhere

Call ended. Call ended 12:43. Twelve minutes and forty-three seconds. Elijah had been on the phone with you for almost thirteen minutes. Crap.

You think about how far away the Mikaelson mansion is from your apartment. Twenty minutes tops, and that’s your driving. Elijah’s driving? Ten, if you’re lucky. You could try to reason with yourself. Maybe he hadn't heard you. Maybe he doesn't want to see you. Maybe he hung up because he got tired of hearing you whine. You can’t help the dry laugh that falls from your lips. It’s Elijah. You probably only have five minutes now.

You jump to your feet and begin making your bed, your pulse thumping loud once more in your ears. He’s been in your apartment before, but that was when he was just Elijah. Not the Elijah with fangs and black eyes. Now he’s different. Mysterious. Who knows what he’s seen. What he’s done. You never thought your apparent was shabby by any means but would he? You know your life can’t compare to the wonders he’s most definitely seen.

You move to the kitchen, which is, by default, the living room as well, and begin picking up mugs and newspapers and anything else out of order that you can see. You sneak a quick glance out your kitchen window, into the parking lot below, just in time to see a sleek black car speed into one of the only available spots left. You can hear the engine purr from your fourth floor apartment. You know exactly whose car that is and thus aren't surprised when Elijah Mikaelson steps out from the drivers side and slams the door shut, not even bothering to lock the door. You gasp at the bang the metal makes and his head whips up, his eyes locking with yours from the ground.

You close your eyes for just a second. There's no way he could have heard that. When you look back to the ground, he’s gone. Before you can sigh there's a knock at the door.

I don’t think that I can take this bed getting any colder

Come over, come over, come over, come over, come over

You move to the door but you don’t open it. You place your palm on the wood trim and try to picture the man on the other side. He’ll look like Elijah. He’ll smell like Elijah and probably talk like Elijah, too. But is he still the same Elijah?

“Y/n, I know you’re there, open the door. Please?” His voice sounds the same, his accent penetrating the barrier between you and tickling your ears.

“Elijah,” your voice is but a whisper and you know you should be the only one who can hear it, “I’m scared.”

“I know, love, that’s ok. I won’t hurt you, though, and I need you to open the door. I just- I need to see you,” his voice cracks, just barely but it’s there.

That’s all it takes for you to slide the lock and open the door. In front of you, for the second time tonight, is a man you don’t recognize. He doesn’t have fangs and his eyes are his usual deep brown but they look shattered. His hair, usually styled to perfection, is a mess, like he had been running his hands through it for the past few hours. His suit jacket is gone, leaving him in slacks and the dress shirt he had been wearing at the ball, only now it’s untucked and the sleeves are rolled haphazardly up his arms. Elijah Mikaleson looks disheveled and you’re terrified again because this Elijah, hurt and upset, looks further from himself than the Elijah from the garden.

“Eli-”

“I’m so sorry, Y/n. God, I’m so fucking sorry,” his voice shakes as he stands in your doorway, “please let me explain, baby.”

You swallow at his words. Baby. That's new.

“Eli, you know you can come in whenever you want,” your eyes look to the ground, feigning interest in the knots of your hardwood floor.

“I want to hear you say it,” you can feel his eyes burning into your lowered head, “I need to hear that you want me to come in, Y/n.”

This time it’s your voice that breaks, “of course I want you to come in Elijah.”

He sighs and steps over the threshold, standing mere feet away from you. You feel so small next to him in nothing but a pair of plaid sleep shorts and plain tank top. Your bare feet, for the first time since getting home, are cool against the floor.

He reaches to touch you and you flinch away, “baby, god, no. Please don’t be afraid.”

Your chest aches at the scared look in his eyes and all you want to do is run into his arms but you need answers.

“What happened back there, Elijah?” You feel pathetic at how quiet your voice still is.

“He wanted to hurt me, torture me. And he knew he couldn't. So he went for you, because he knew I would retaliate,” his eyes land on yours and you can see that he still wants to rip that man limb from limb, “he was a werewolf, Y/n. He wanted you dead, I had to do it.”

He sinks to his knees, his voice dropping lower and lower until the last words are just whispers. His words ring in your ears again. Werewolf. A werewolf wanted you dead. You felt faint.

“Why was a,” you say the word carefully, “werewolf trying to hurt you?”

“Because I'm a vampire, Y/n,” his voice breaks fully this time.

You don’t know what to do. Not with the rapid beating of your heart nor the new information you’ve just acquired and especially not with the crying Mikaelson on his knees in your hallway. Your Elijah, the man who pulls your chair out at restaurants and opens your doors and always has a hand on you when you’re around his brothers, is a vampire. You’re not even sure what that means, there are so many questions running through your mind. You want to ask each and every one of them but, seeing the man in front of you, somehow now doesn’t feel like the right time.

Your heart flutters looking at Elijah. His hands are in his hair again, pulling desperately on the strands. Your heart falls into a thousand tiny pieces at the sight. How can you be afraid of someone being so openly vulnerable to you. No man has ever gotten on his knees for you. No one has ever begged on their knees for you. It’s breathtaking, all you need to push yourself into him and wrap your arms around his neck.

“You should be terrified of me y/n,” he chokes into your chest, “I’m not good for you. I'm a monster, baby.”

His words shred at your heart. You run your fingers through his hair, smoothing the soft locks beneath your fingers.

“No you’re not. You're still my Elijah.”

His head lifts from your chest and he captures your eyes with his serious ones. He looks awestruck.

“Your Elijah?” His accent is even thicker with all the emotion.

You smile for the first time in many hours, “of course, Eli.”

He sweeps you up and into his arms so quickly you get dizzy. Before you know what’s happened, he has you sat on your kitchen island and he’s standing between your legs. Your arms are still clinging tight to his neck while his hands hang dangerously low on your hips.

“And you’re mine, Y/n.”

His words makes your body sing, “All yours.”

He closes his eyes, his hands tightening deliciously on your hips, “say it again. Please, baby.”

“I’m yours Elijah. I’ve always been yours.”

His lips crash hungrily onto yours. He wraps his arms around your lower back and you tangle your legs around his waist to avoid falling off the countertop. He kisses you like you’ve never been kissed before, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth and biting down harshly before soothing the sting with his tongue. You're enamoured with this side of Elijah. You’ve seen his gentleman side, it was magnificent, but this side of him? It was everything you didn't know you needed.

He pulls back, only putting a fraction of space between your bodies but it feels like too much, “please don’t run from me again.”

Your lips brush his when you speak, “Never, Eli.”

He pulls your mouth back to his, a hand tangled in your hair tugging gently at the roots. You can’t but moan against his lips and squeeze your legs around his waist. You grab blindly at his shirt, trying desperately to undo the buttons. Your fingers fumble and he chuckles into your mouth. He releases you to pull his shirt off, dropping it mindlessly on the floor, his lips never leaving yours.

His chest is sculpted like the finest marble and you can’t resist running your hands over his skin. He feels strong under your fingertips. He lets out a groan as you slide them back to his shoulders to the nape of his neck. His lips move over your jaw, down your neck, kissing and sucking a trail to your throat.

His hands grip the edge of your tank top bunching the material in his fists, “may I?”

Always the gentleman.

You nod your head before the words can leave your mouth, “please.”

He smirks, his eyes shining, as he begins pulling the tank top tantalizingly slow up your chest. You raise your arms over your head with his movements, lowering them back to his torso when he drops your shirt with his. His chocolate eyes meet yours again, seeking permission. You can’t fight the small smile as you nod. His smile that greets yours is breathtaking.

His eyes flick down, taking in your bare chest like a child in a candy store. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, much like he did to yours only moments ago. His hands slide up the curve of your waist, trailing a new kind of fire wherever he touches. His thumbs graze the sides of your breasts and you just barely stop the moan, closing your eyes to regain the little control you have left.

“I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it again, you’re stunning Y/n. Absolutely beautiful.”

Before you can process it, his mouth is around your breast, pulling your nipple into his mouth and sucking gently. It sends a spark of electricity to the deepest part of your stomach, building an ache that you’ve felt before but stronger. Blinding. It’s white hot. You don’t try to stop the moans, you don’t want to. His tongue swirls around your breast, teasingly slow, making you feel every little movement. It’s dangerously addictive.

“Elijah,” you breath his name like oxygen.

His lips let you go, moving down your chest, trailing kisses down your abdomen, pulling praises from your lips as he goes. His eyes find yours when he sinks to his knees for the second time tonight. His hands grasp your shorts, covering your hips easily. You’re a wanton mess in front of him, practically fully undone from the simplest of touches.

“What do you want me to do, baby, you have to tell me what you want.” It's good to know he’s breathless too.

“Eli, I-” you moan as he presses a kiss to your inner thigh, sucking gently at the skin, his eyes still locked on yours, “I want you.”

He pulls his lips back, “you want me to do what, baby?”

You groan at the devilish smirk on his handsome face, “I want you to kiss me!”

“As you wish.”

He pulls your shorts off first, slowly dragging them down your legs, kissing all the way down and back up again. When you're left in nothing but your panties he presses the first kiss to you. It’s hot and sends shocks throughout your entire body.

“More, now. Please, Elijah.”

He chuckles but does as told, pulling the remaining material down your legs before hooking your legs over his muscular shoulders. He wastes no time attaching his lips to your sex, sucking delightfully. He swirls his tongue over your clit, stoking the fire building in your stomach. He drags his tongue down your slit for what feels like an eternity before he plunges into you. You throw your head back and close your eyes, mumbling praises into oblivion. You can feel his eyes on you, soaking up every inch of you.

Your hands find his hair again, not seeming to want to be apart from him, “god.”

“That's not my name, baby,” he mumbles against you, stopping his ministrations.

You open your eyes and lock them with his waiting ones, drawing his name out in your best attempt at being seductive, “Elijah.”

His eyes darken but this time you aren't scared. No, this time his eyes make him look dominant. Sexy. His tongue attacks your clit again only this time faster and hungrier. It makes the fire in your stomach white hot. He’s unrelenting, bringing you closer to the edge with every pass of his tongue. He's pouring everything he has into pleasuring you and you can feel it, literally. You squeeze your thighs around him tighter, ready to explode

“Come for me, baby.”

With that you fall into something you’ve heard about but never thought possible. All you can see, all you can feel, is Elijah. He consumes all of your senses as you fall apart, over and over again, under his touch. In the midst of falling apart you catch Elijah’s eyes and fall all over again. He looks like he’s in pure bliss watching you come undone because of him. You know in all your falling you murmur his name more than once. You know that he loves it.

As you come down from your high, you go to unwrap your legs from his neck, only to have him wrap you around his waist and pick you up. You can’t help but giggle at his determined look.

When he starts walking toward your bedroom you ask, “what’s on your mind, Eli?”

“Round two,” you giggle again when he kisses your forehead.

“I'm glad you came over, Elijah.”

[meenah-chan]

Quintessence

A Lucifer x MC’s Over-protective! Sister fanfic

4.45k words

Genre: Angst

Trigger Warnings: mentions violence, self-inflictions; Read at your own discretion.

Chapter 1: click here

Chapter 3: click here

"Is this a some sort of punishment?"

"You're really lucky... I am quite jealous, if I may say."

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

With the noisy, yellow demon unconscious, the only sound on their way to House of Lamentation is MC's periodic yawns from the lack of night's sleep and the rumbling wheels of their suitcase on an empty road.

"We're here! Come on, I'll introduce you to everyone. They should be in the dining room right now." Starting to feel the exhaustion she's been holding back since meeting the other-worldly creatures, Alexandria let her sister half-drag her off to somewhere.

"I'm home!" Pulling her to a room, the first thing she saw is a large dining table filled with food and... Five more demons. Five male demons.

"MC, we're leaving." She tugged on the female's hand, still attached on her own, but in turn resisted her slight force.

"What? No, we won't." The teen raised an eyebrow from her sudden demeanor.

"MC!! I MISS YOU!!" A brown-haired guy came rushing towards their direction with open arms. Yet, before he could even latch his arms around the girl, Alexandria pulled her away, causing the male to hug nothing but air.

"MC! Why did you avoid— Huh?"

"MC, w–who is she?" A purple-haired tensely asked, anxious of the stranger in their home.

"She's my sister—"

"Ahhh!!" Alexandria and MC flinched from the sudden outburst of the man who came running at them moments ago, which caught her off-guard.

Suddenly, her hand was yanked away from her little sister's grasp and was held a few centimeters to the demon's eyes.

"Wha... such a..." He then stretched the said arm out and tenderly stroke it up her shoulder, "What a flawless, plump, porcelain skin..." then let go and cupped her cheeks with both hands.

"Such a refined beauty. But wait..." The male narrowed his eyes for a second, "Are you not sleeping well? Your face is a tee~ny bit dry and a bit of bag under your eyes." The demon gave her a sad pout.

"I usually appreciate such flattery. However, right now, I can only sense it as an assault from a stranger I just met. So will you please refrain from your harassment?" Regaining her composure, she snapped at him.

"Asmodeus, stop harassing our guest unless you wanted punishment." Asmodeus instantly raised both his hands up from the domineering voice on the doorway. Lucifer appeared with a beat Mammon.

"Whoopsy! My bad. What a rude way to greet a wonderful guest such as yourself." Asmodeus sends her a wink before returning to his seat.

"MC, will you introduce her to everyone."

"Hmm! Everyone, meet my sister, Alexa! Due to certain circumstances, she'll be staying here with us all throughout my stay here."

"Pleased to meet all of you. I'm Alexandria Evergreen, MC's older sister. I'm here to watch over her. I hope to have a conflict-free relationship with everyone."

"No, the pleasure is ours." A blonde-haired man replied, "I'm Satan, the fourth eldest. I maybe the Avatar of Wrath but I assure you, I'm the nicest and most logical person here." But her instinct says otherwise as she felt an odd atmosphere around the green-eyed man.

"Bush e'shi, shoo shais shoo hamp 'o shibi." Her eyes travelled to the oranged-haired man who seemed to be emptying the table stuffing himself.

"Beel, you shouldn't talk while chewing." A drowsy, navy blue-haired guy yawns beside him. "MC, he means you said you have no siblings." He rubbed his eyes before turning his attention to the older sister. "Hello, I'm Belphegor, Beelzebub's twin and the youngest. I'm also the Avatar of Sloth. This guy beside me is Beelzebub, the Avatar of Gluttony and the sixth oldest." The scarfing guy nods and she returned the gesture.

"Oh that? Yes, I don't have one back then, but our parents got married a few weeks ago. We're originally childhood friends."

"WoOAAAHH~!! That's just like the anime 'My Dearest Childhood Friend became my Sister after our Parents got Married but now the Aliens Invaded the Earth so We Became Heroes and Stop the End of the World!!' and that is really LIT!!" The demon, whom she thought was timid a while ago, squealed in one breathe, and it certainly caught her by surprise.

"That noisy one is Levi." MC sweatdropped.

"I'm Leviathan, the third oldest and the Avatar of Envy."

"And don't forget about the sweet and charming Asmodeus here~~ I'm the fifth eldest and the Avatar of Lust. You can call me Asmo-chan~~" he winked for the second time.

Yet contrary to his positive attitude, Alexandria cocked an eyebrow. "So you mean..." Her gaze followed Mammon wobbling to the table. "That crook right there is the second oldest?"

His head snapped at her. "Oi! Gotta problem if I'm the second oldest?"

"Yeah, in more ways than one." She curtly replied. "So, if you're the Avatar of Greed, you being a crook does make sense."

"Oi! You don't have to say it twice!"

Ignoring Mammon, she faced the oldest. "And you're the Avatar of Pride, I suppose?"

"Yes, and let me properly introduce myself to you." He placed a palm above his chest. "I'm Lucifer, the oldest of the seven brothers and the Avatar of Pride. I'm the one who leads this household and tend to all of these problem children." Satan, Mammon and Belphegor glared daggers towards him.

"Ha! More importantly, I have a juicy piece of news to you guys." Mammon grinned which alerted Lucifer.

"Not a word Mammon."

"'Ya see, that's no normal human right there. A few hours ago, she just made THE Lucifer on his knees and tied him in a pact with her."

The five brothers' eyes popped out of their skulls and jaws dropped. Even Beel almost choked.

"Pact... you say?" 5 pairs of eyes darted between a grinning Mammon, a displeased Lucifer and the new female.

"You're right. She's not an ordinary human but let me clear two things." The menacing red-eyed demon crossed his arms and raised his chin. "The only one on his knees, or rather, on his back is none other than you Mammon. You're the one knocked out after just three blows from her. You're also the one who caused this series of unfortunate events... Don't ever think I'm done with your punishment yet."

"Eek!" Making shrieked and cowered in fear.

"Wait– She what? I know Mammon is weak but, she really knock him out with three blows??" Asmodeus exclaimed.

"Are you really sure she's a human?" Satan added.

Although Beelzebub is also shocked, his brows twitched in realization, glancing at the two female. "MC, Miss Alexandria, you probably haven't eaten anything yet. You should eat."

"I think I'll pass. I'll get some shut-eye first." MC awkwardly laughed. Beel is pretty amazing in his own way...

"I thank you for the offer, but I also needed some rest." She slightly smiled.

Lucifer stepped closer beside her. "If that's the case, then you should stay in MC's room for now. Mammon will clean the room beside MC's for your use later."

Glancing at the oldest, she shook her head. "Providing a room for me is more than enough. I can tend to it just fine. And I can't impose to you anymore than I already did."

"But you're a guest. It's only natural for us to ensure you'll have a great time staying here."

"But I insist. And I'm not a guest. I'm the one who made my way here so it's only natural for me to help here in exchange for my stay." She paused as she crossed her arms. "Unless, freeloading is a thing here. That'll be bad, for encouraging irresponsibility and decadence."

"..." Lucifer speechlessly furrowed his brows.

Seven pairs of eyes were both shocked and amazed to see someone actually have the guts to run their mouth against one of the strongest demon in their realm without breaking a sweat.

"She really is not a human. There's no way a human can stand her ground against Lucifer." Asmodeus gaped.

"Or maybe she's just clueless of Lucifer's true power... Though I could use her help to mess with him." Belphegor and Satan snickers at the same time as if having the very same thought.

"To not even have the natural instinct to flee from danger is just dumb." Alexandria ominously glance towards Belphegor, Satan and Leviathan, causing a chill run down their spine.

"Then please excuse us. MC shall be my guide." Drawing back, she bowed towards Lucifer and the others before pulling MC and their luggage out of the dining room.

"MC... I must say, our time here will be anything but harmonious..." The older sister sighed.

"But I'm sure you'll have fun. There's no boring times here" MC just laughed awkwardly.

"Oh well, all I want is a peaceful time you. Even an hour or two a day would be nice."

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Forget their peaceful time, getting along with most of the brothers is hard, except Beel who is too nice to her to be considered a bother. All the other brothers do was try to steal MC away.

Well, Asmodeus is an exception. He's not trying to take MC away. He's trying take both of them away for his beauty and night out shenanigans.

A few days have passed, and she was also made into a student to be with MC as much as possible.

"Hey Alexa-chan, I'm just wondering... Is there anything you can't do? At this rate you'll end up stealing MC's heart faster than any of us. You're too dreamy, you might as well take her as your bride." Asmodeus pouts as he lazily pokes through his steak Alexandria prepared for dinner.

"O–Oi! The hell are you saying, Asmo?" A flustered Mammon yelled, sitting beside MC.

The older female sighed and glance at Asmodeus, sitting beside her. "Just eat Asmodeus, you're just hungry. And I told you to not call me Alexa."

"But aren't I right? You're so in love with her enough to follow her here. And you're not really her sister by blood, so it's possible."

"If I told you, you and Mammon look good together, you should marry each other, what would you feel?"

"Eww! That's the grossest thing I ever heard." He stuck his tongue out in disgust.

"She really hates you, lololol." Levi snickers at Mammon, sitting across him.

Mammon narrowed his eyes at him, tapping his knife on his plate.

"I never saw this child that way. I'm more like a mother to her more than anything." She points to the 'child' next to her, too busy stuffing her face with the food to notice she is the topic on the table. "Saying that, I didn't protect that child just to fall for any demon."

"Aww... And I thought it'll also be interesting if there's that kind of plot twist." Asmodeus look down, only to find his plate empty. "Hey! Beel, give me back my steak!" His eyes darts across him, towards the orange demon chewing happily.

"I thought you don't want it anymore so I ate it." He smiled innocently as Belphegor and Satan laughed in amusement, witnessing the whole theft.

Alexandria glance around the room, searching for a certain person she haven't seen since yesterday night. "By the way, where's Lucifer?"

"He's probably still in his study, it's the time of the month he have tons of work to do." Satan replied.

"He'll probably coop himself until tomorrow or the day after." Belphegor added, finishing his meal.

She gave a second glance in the table, void of any trace of any food left, sweeping to the also empty plate of her sister.

"Hmm... MC did you eat well?"

"Yes! I really missed your steak!" The teen beamed at her, having a drop of sauce on her lips.

"What am I gonna do with you." She giggled as she wipe the stain off. "Come on, you should rest for the night."

After sending her to her room, Alexandria strolls towards the kitchen and left with a tray on hand, walking towards the library.

She passed by the tall shelfs with several missing books of all sorts of fields. Going further in, she knocked on the door inside the library.

"It's Alexandria, I brought you something." Hearing no response, she let herself in.

The first thing that attract her eyes is the tall pile of paper wall on the table and the male who is almost hidden by it, black circles around his eyes.

"Are you still alive?" Lucifer's flipped towards her, finally noticing her presence.

"Ohh, it's you. What do you want?"

"You probably haven't eaten anything since this morning. I brought you some sandwiches and fruit shake." She set the tray down the small table in the middle of the room and took the plate of sandwiches and the large cup of fruit shake, moving towards Lucifer's study table.

"Here, taking a breather won't hurt." Red orbs darted between the plate, the cup and her face before reluctantly taking it after a sigh and setting it down the free space is the table.

"This is a nice study. It's cozier than mine back in human world."

"What's your deal?"

"Well, I like the fireplace. I can't have one in my apartment."

"If you need nothing, then leave. I don't have time to waste."

"Yeah, I need to do something." She took a few leaves of paper from the desk and scan through it. "Hmm... I see... As expected..."

"What is it you need to do?" Lucifer raised his eyebrow.

"I'll help you with this papers. With us two, we can finish it by morning."

"Hmmp! There's no way I'll let a human mess with the financial statements of the Devildom."

"If it's about the difference of terms and flow of currency, then I have already studied about it."

"...Huh? How..." The demon suddenly remembered the several books missing from the library's shelf. "Ahh... But then, how did you learn how to read our language?" His brows furrowed.

"There's no way I could have extensive knowledge about pacts and such if I can't read the original texts about it."

The lady in front of him never failed to impress him. And yet, "The answer is still a no." Stoic expression returned his face.

"Then let me rephrase it. My master is having a hard time," Lucifer almost slip out of his chair from her words. "...and I can do something about it, so I want help however I can."

"Did you just say 'Master'?"

"Yeah, based on our contract, you're technically my master. Though you can't take advantage of me, which is a good thing..."

Lucifer wouldn't admit it. He can't admit it. But being called master by this capable human who always amaze him has stroked his ego more than he could ever felt from anyone, he can't even stop himself from grinning.

"You really know your way with words. But don't get me wrong. I only allowed you because you've went so far just to do what you want." A smile was also plastered on her face.

"Yes Master Lucifer, if you say so." She chuckled a bit before taking the papers Lucifer choose for her to do.

Sharing a few conversation while working, they really did finish by morning as she predicted.

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"Alexa, why aren't you in your room? Did you woke up early?"

"Yeah, something like that." With a bit of sleepiness clouding her head, Alexandria chose to eat light breakfast before taking a rest. Good thing it's weekend.

MC moved her attention at the demon on the end of the table. "Lucifer, it's really unusual. You've finished quite early."

"I just discovered a breather had been rather helpful." He stealthly stole a quick glance towards the lady busy eating her food.

The only sound on the table after that is a few yawns— from the usual sleepy Belphegor; and Leviathan and Mammon, probably from overnight gaming marathon they could never finish tonight as Lucifer is out of his confinement.

Everyone has their own world when Alexandria breaks the silence.

"MC, you told me you're hanging out with Mammon and Asmodeus today, right?" She place down her utensils as the girl glance at her.

"Yeah, we're going to shop some clothes on Majolish. Why? You're coming anyways, aren't you?"

"No. I have some business today, but I'll leave you to Beel. Is it alright with you Beel?" She scan the face of the food-loving demon whom just finished his food.

"I don't mind." He smiled softly.

"Thank you. Please do bring her safe and I'll treat you to Madam Scream's of anything you want."

"Madam Scream's...? Really? With anything I want?" Beel's eyes sparkles as drool pools down his empty plate.

She gave him a broad smile. "Yes, anything."

"Alexa, you probably don't know what you're saying. Beel will definitely bust your pocket in no time." Belphegor yawns as he took a bite on his toast.

"But I'm aware of Beel's appetite. Let's just say I'm loaded enough to feed 10 Beels for at least 1 month." She swiped a black card in air with her middle and index finger.

"Hey... Is that..." Satan raised an eyebrow.

"WOAHH!! The legendary black card! Imagine how many Ruri-chan collectibles and games I could buy with that." Sleepiness flushes out of Leviathan's system as he stared at the black card.

"Can feed... 10 Beels..." The sixth-born's drool intensifies.

"Hmm? When did you get one? You should've just asked me to process it for you." A surprised but rather unfazed Lucifer asked.

"I told you I don't want to be a bother. Though I admit getting one is not an easy task."

"Hey Alexa-chan. Are you sure you don't wanna join us shopping?" The fourth-born playfully twist her bangs around his fingers. "And while we're at it, let's have a full body Super Beauty Mud Course~"

She touched her chin in thought. "I'll think about the mud course, but not today."

But then, a demon, who should be hyper at the sight of a premium item, was rather silent.

"Hey Alexa-sama... Can I touch it?" The second-born teleports beside her, orbs sparkles gold and fingers twitching on air in a perverse way. "Please. It'll be a dream come true to hold it in my arms for even just a second."

"I refuse." She slid it back her wallet as fast as she swiped it out. "Show me first that I could trust you." She pinched the tan nose facing her, grinning.

Cherry red orbs observes the sight of the lively table, a curve tenderly forms across his face.

"O-Oi! Let go–" *Ring ring*

The sound of a phone rung through the spirited atmosphere, which wiped the smile off Alexandria's face.

Picking up the cup of tea with her free hand, she gulp it down before letting go of Mammon.

"Take care while shopping later, MC." She ruffled her sister's hair, "Thank you for the meal. Now, if you'll excuse me." ...before leaving the room.

"Then, I'll also retire for today and take a rest. Don't make a mess while I do so." Feeling tired of his restless shift, Lucifer decided to leave and retire to his room.

On his way, he heard the familiar voice of the lady behind her door, seemingly distressed.

As unethical as it seems, the oldest's curiosity of the enigmatic female wins him over and decided to stood his ground.

"I told you Father, I can't right now, that's why I'm telling you to just let me quit...... If I tell you, you'll definitely try to take me back there....... No...... Not telling......."

He could hear the series of loud sighs and frustration beyond the door.

"No, I don't want it. Brother deserves the company more than I do. So please think it over again.... Yes....... Yes, I will. Then, bye." He then heard a beep ending the call.

On the verge of stepping away as to not get caught, the next thing he heard render him motionless in place.

"I'm not even a your real child to begin with. If I continue there, I'll actually end up killing myself..." Unconsciously, he turned the knob and pushed the door open.

Alexandria jolts in surprise as her door opened out of nowhere.

"Wha..." Surprise was imminent on her face yet, realizing it is the first-born, her brows scrunches. "Don't you know knocking is a common courtesy?"

"What do you mean by you not being your father's real child? And what do you mean about killing yourself?" He ignores the annoyed expression of the woman. There's no way he could let this information pass under his nose. Not with this girl who made him concede more than he expected, and certainly not because of that grim words.

"What do you want?" She narrowed her eyes in annoyance.

"Killing yourself is something I could not ignore. And, I want to know more about the human who have the audacity to force a pact with me." He returned the same gaze with crossed arms above his chest. They stared at each other for a few seconds before the lady yield for the first time.

"Alright. I guess as a demon who have a pact with me, you have the right to know. We are, after all, connected by soul in spite of everything... Let's go to your office or something. I don't want anyone to hear this like you did."

"Right now, Satan is probably cooped in the library. He'll certainly asked why we're together. Let's go to my room instead. It's quite spacious for someone to eavesdrop."

She followed behind the oldest brother, careful not to be seen by anyone. Entering the room without meeting anyone down the hallway gave her a sense of relief.

"Even your room is nice." She casually strolls in the room, brushing her fingertips on the bones in the pillar, the candelabra, the gramophone, and scanning a few picture frames above the fireplace.

"You may want to start your story this instant or I'll pull the words out of you by force." Growing impatient, Lucifer took a sit at an angle on the corner of his bed, arms drapes his chest again.

With another sigh, she sat on the length of the bed partially behind the man, placing both her palms on the bed as she face the furnace.

"Too eager, aren't we?"

"Unlike you, I want to take a rest." Alexandria chuckled of his remark.

"It's true I'm not a real child of the current family I'm in. I am adopted after all." Her Aquamarine eyes glows a hue of orange as she stare at the dancing fire in the furnace. "It's no secret to MC. I did met her in an orphanage after all.."

"She's a volunteer that time when we're still young. Is that good enough? Am I off the hook already?"

"No. That doesn't answer my second question. You're still hiding... something." The strained smile he witnessed on her face almost made him regret continuing his statement.

"Is this a some sort of punishment?" A self-reproachful laughter rings the room, "You're good with picking your card if it is."

"You can say that. But I'm also curious of you."

"Yeah, yeah... But it'll be a long story. Is it alright with you?"

"I have the whole day available. And you?"

"I also have nothing to do. I just gave MC a sister-free day or she'll get tired of me."

"Then, continue your story." He moves facing the same fireplace.

"Ahh, right... If I remember correctly, the Great Celestial War... It's a conflict within your family, right?"

Lucir flinched from the sudden question. "...Why did you ask?"

"I just thought we may have the same sentiment... or maybe not."

"..."

"Anyways, MC knew nothing about what I'm going to tell you, so it's our secret, okay?" She waited for his reply before continuing.

"You see, I also have a big family. I'm the oldest with my six, adorable siblings. They're 3 set of twins. Amazing, right?" She smiled at him, softly.

"We're living a normal, happy life. I'm really satisfied with our big family I feel it to last forever... Or so I thought." The softness in her face disappeared into a grimace. Colors in her eyes disappeared as she travel back to time.

"I was 9 at that time when that night happened. It was freezing I couldn't feel my fingertips. Snow was falling hard when I witness everything."

"Unlike that fire, the place was rather cold and dark. My struggling brother's neck in his bare hands, my limp and beaten mother trying to pry him away from my brother, the bloody corpses of my 3 sisters, my 2 other brothers writhing in pain... and that sickening smile on my father's face." She spat, grabbing Lucifer's comforter with her fist. Lucifer watched the scorching flame reflected in her eyes as if it's her own.

"There's no way I could ever forgive him for what he have done..." She rid of her shoes and hugged her legs, facing Lucifer as she lay her cheeks on her knees. "Like how I could never forgive myself for what happened."

"Forgive yourself? That's a foolish way to put it. You didn't do anything wrong."

Bluish orbs draw itself towards his own as she gave him a bitter smile. "You can say that because you don't know everything."

"Then tell me what I don't know."

"Let's just say that a drive to protect MC and a drive to live are two different things. And I've been searching for the latter to no avail."

"You're really lucky to still have your brothers. I am quite jealous if I may say." She wore her shoes again and amble her way to the entryway. "It seems like this is as far as I could tell you right now. Maybe I'll continue it next time. If you'll excuse me." She bowed before closing the door.

In contrast, Lucifer couldn't utter another word. Perhaps it's because of the pact above his chest which connects them, but he felt his heart ache slowly since she started telling her story.

And right now, he feels an unbearable pain. An unbearable pain as if he's reliving his own scars.

He stared at the same scorching fire, and as though imitating her, he tried imagining the grief he have felt of losing someone dear.

"...lucky, huh... I guess I really am..." Clutching the fabric above his chest, he felt a pang of guilt from his curiosity.

If anyone asks if I hate Mammon for bullying him here too much— the answer's no. In fact, he's my # 2 (sometimes # 1 coz Luci). I really love him and his dorkiness! But he's just so adorable when he's flustered that I end up picking on him a bit too much (maybe that's also the reason why I love Luci and he's my first if not because of my occasional Mammon hype).

Anyways, it's a good thing I posted it now. I've been proofreading it for the umpteenth time cause I don't have any friends to ask nor share sentiments with the Obey Me Fandom (sad life of an otaku). I have many revisions but I'm quite satisfied with how it turns out again. UwU

And I didn't even noticed it's already 3 a.m. so I'm gonna peace out now~~

Chapter 3

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